*Actionette* Heavy Metal Part 2.

Who:- Adam and Steve, "Coastguard"
Where:- The English Channel, Earth
When:- 22:00 hours, Tuesday October 9th 2107.
"Look!" said Adam, pointing toward a steadily growing set of lights.
"The coastguard!" said Steve, "'bout time, we've been out here three hours!"
The boat stopped dead, and dropped anchor, a few metres away from where
Steve and Adam bobbed in the water.
"Are we glad to see you!" Adam shouted to the boat's crew.
"Yeah! I've got goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes over 'ere"
The coastguard said nothing, just extended a large crane out over the sea,
four divers dived in on either side, each taking a large chain under the
water with them, which were attached to the crane at one end.
"OI!" Steve yelled, "You saving us or what?"
After a few minutes the chains began to wind in, slow repetetive *clunks*
with every link that retracted.
Beneath the surface Adam and Steve could see a large shadow coming closer,
the four divers broke the surface, then followed the spacecraft that had
splashdown before, the divers standing on its outerhull, holding on to the
giant chains.
Water poured off the vessel, obscuring the fishermen's view for a few
seconds, when it cleared, the Coastguard ship was reeling in it's anchor.
Finally, the coastguard spoke, over the ships external loudspeaker.
"You will speak of this to no-one" said a stern voice.
Adam and Steve looked at each other blankly, looking back toward the craft
as it's engines started and it quickly chugged away, back toward the
harbour.
"Hmm." said Adam "That's the last time i use that coastguard firm...."
Who:- Space Corp. Personell
Where:- Space Corp. R&D department, New York City, Earth
When:- 16:00 hours Thursday 17th October, 2107
"So who found it?"
"Just some dumb fishermen"
"So point asking if they know what happened then?"
"Not really...well...not unless they caught it with their rods and brought
it down.."
"How is the translation of their database coming on?"
"Slowly. It's not a typical language, it doesn't compare to anything we
would usually encounter. They're a telepathic species, so we've never had to
worry about it in our communications with them in the past."
"There must be SOMEONE who can read it!"
"There is..one person sir"
"Then what are you waiting for?! Bring him here!"
"Will do sir, and, it's...she"
"Just do it"
Who:- Jay Chrysler
Where:- His office
When:- 09:00 hours, Friday October 16th 2107
"She's outside Jay"
"Thank's Holly" Jay replied to the computer, then turned toward his office
door "COME IN!"
Amber Keats, deputy chief of navigation walked in, and took a seat in front
of Jay's desk.
"What'll it be Boss?"
"Nothin' to do with me" Jay replied, tossing some paperwork down on the desk
in front of Amber "You've been ordered to New York."
"What? Why?"
"They wouldn't say, classified, all I know is they need your help with
something"
"But I can't go now, there's too much to do here!"
"I'll take care of it! Orders are orders!"
Amber sighed, she had a lot going on at the moment, being away from her
family was the last thing she needed.
"Alright...I'll be back as soon as I can."
Jay nodded "Keep me posted."
<tag Becca, I've emailed you the details. This will all start to make more
sense soon guys! Promise!>