So thinking that power crystals (easily replaceable), can cause strange phenomena to plant life (changing colors, weird radiation, etc). And that a couple have been found by the researchers...
That and they may be reactive under combat or other circumstances.
Ivor would bite down his lower lip as he processed the matter. He was at least relieved, that there wasn't any immediate hostility from talking over the investigator. He had heard the general tale of what happened before, though he was trying to mentally narrow down the possibilities. He wasn't quite a grease monkey, or a researcher (especially on aircraft) but he could put together some ideas. He [hoped, that the resounding attack had simply damaged an important valve, or piston from the engines. A sizeable hole on the side of craft would probably do it.
Ruling out the possibility of EMP & damage dealing strike from the same blast was the thing on mind. Hearing Eric's further explanation on hitting a fuel line eased Ivor's nerves slightly, since it would decrease the odds of an even worse possibility. Running out of fuel, or proper oil to the engine flooding out could cause everything to go to a halt as well.
These aliens were collecting plants? Now that was something weird and interesting. Ivor had been far more worried that they had been searching for something, or someone. Maybe even unearthing, or mining. But he couldn't quite put together why they'd need plants. Luckily, that would be some other researcher's or astro-biologists job. He was just happy there wasn't a report of an abduction at the scene.
Ivor would look to the investigator, and shake his head 'no'. As he couldn't think of further questions, and it was clear that Eric was being frustrated from the situation. Didn't sound like they would get much more value from pressing further, unless there some key details that they hadn't already gone over.
"Sir!" A researcher would come pounding at the door.
"We have another reported encounter a handful of miles due east from the base. Most of our troops are, tied up. But...may we (research team) borrow, your detainee?" The researcher called out.
Ivor would do his best to stick to hovering behind the investigator. It seemed the questions were about to head somewhere, instead of moving through the circles. He tried to slip back into standing tall, and looking in control once more but his poker face was slipping. Especially as he recalled trying to fight those things. It was hardly a fight, at most, the troops were able to suppress and slow them down. It didn't look like those things wore armor, but it nearly took a clip of regular ammunition to keep them from moving again. At least knocking them down was fairly easy. But with standard weaponry, he doubted they could handle more than a small skirmish with them. It was a good thing his job had mostly been to help evacuate the area and help firemen put out what flames they could.
Ivor's face only darkened and drooped as Eric had continued their descriptions of the ships. Lasers? Teleporters? Blocky and hovering in the air without mentioned rotors? This was definitely some horror out of a science fiction radio play. He couldn't scramble his brain for how any of those would work, and if these things could teleport.. Where else could they end up? Just how fast? Would the higher ups even be able to scramble troops fast enough to slow them down?
A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his head as he thought about the possible implications.
"Did, the laser damage the bird or did it shut it down? And was there anything out there that they were searching around, or were near in those woods? Anything that you might've seen on the ground?" Ivor spoke out, before wincing and pressing his back against the wall. He, wasn't supposed to talk much on this investigation, at least not yet. The worry starting to crawl across him was cracking through, though he'd do his best to hide it back behind his cover.
Ivor Knight was in his camo standing at the back of the room. He was a tall deep tan young man, with a black hair curvy french crop haircut. His eyes were constantly shifting and darting around the room as if inspecting something to come out of the corners at any moment. He held his cover (military hat), over his mouth to hide his expression as the investigation went on.
He was there to monitor, for anything that seemed suspicious about Drake's tale, or perhaps if one of thse aliens came out of the woodwork. There was also some, small fears that the aliens could possibly replace or bodysnatch people though that was more out of fear of the unkown than any evidence thus far. He still couldn't fully believe that aliens were real, and had land on earth. It seemed serious enough that someone from a higher agency had to step in, a tactical group of the CIA & Airforce from what he could tell from the rapid deployment.
The massive forest fire & the reports of weird combatants had summoned the national guard to clear out the original encounter. It seemed the investigator was repeating themselves over the looks of those things though. Those things, aliens, what have you did look mostly identical and weren't very well equipped, despite their unnatural durability. The 'Greys' was the closests category, it almost looked they were formed from the ground with occasional mud or clay like splotches. Humanoid monsters with faces that Ivor couldn't even define in his report.
Ivor would lean toward the investigator and whisper:
"Ask about any ships in the air, what they looked like...maybe if they had some type of weapon or, how they tranported those creatures to the ground. The guy got an aerial view before things went south, so might have better details. Nothing showed up on radar..."
It was better not to overstep a superior officer of any rank. Especially not now with hell about to break loose.
Power rangers could be fun. Speaking of which did you hear about Armorsaurs?
I have not heard of armorsaurs, but I could certainly look into it. SPD & RPM, are a couple of power rangers series I've watched lately. Not counting Kamen rider ex-aid, buuuut that's around there.
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