The once molten, chaotic planet has now long cooled.  The sky is not longer full of ash and fire, but of blue sky and white wispy like clouds far above.  The ground no longer black and flowing with lava, has given rise to vast open fields of lush greenery, trees, grass and plant life of every kind imaginable.  In the mountainous range that stretches for miles, other life frolics in the countryside.  Biological creatures that feed on the foliage all around, birds of all kinds fly about in the open sky, some catching small furry prey on the ground below them.  But as one bird settles down to feast on this meal it has caught, a loud noise can be heard heading its way.  A roar of an engine soon startles the creature that goes flapping by it as it charges up the rocky terrain.  A motorized vehicle with large rubber wheels that seem to be made for this rough road it comes riding on.  The road looks rather warn and used often as the now green car makes its way ahead.  A Hummer, a type of all terrain vehicle, build for all sorts of rugged country and just one of thousands of cars build to take someone from point A to B.  The hummer car rides straight on ahead to a large mountain; all around it is clouds of smoke and sounds of construction being done.  As the Hummer approaches it comes to stop near the bottom area that’s being worked on.  All around are bi-pedal creatures, fleshy light skin and some in darker tones they all are.  Wearing crude fabricated cloth on them with white and yellow helmets on their heads.  The planet is full of these creatures, living on the leftover islands of dirt and rock the violent eruptions left long ago.  Surrounded by water, the planet is a thriving world of life.  These bi-peds have been here for a long time and pretty much dominate the entire world, this is their home, the planet they call...Earth. 

Humans they are called, living on this Earth planet, a very strange species.  Wars have come and gone within just a few thousand years of their existence, they crave for peace but tend to wage war most of the time.  Not all are like this though; many are generally trying to live their lives in meaningless tasks and jobs.  They've only been on this Earth for a short time, a few thousands of years or so, but have made progress by leaps and bounds.  Now they can even launch themselves into the stars, but only for a short while, for they have only yet begun to begin their space age.  A species with much potential, great pride and very dangerous amongst themselves and others if provoked to easily.  A young race of beings who don't understand that the universe is full of life, too primitive to see it or communicate with it, they try their best to expand their knowledge and understanding.  The sexes on this planet are split into two groups, male and female.  The two procreate with each other, a biological function that repeats itself with each individual maturing for that age of copulating.  They multiply by the thousands, which is why the Earth is covered with their kind.  A fragile, flesh bound creature they all are, but are publicly shy about their naked bodies.  Clothes are the norm for this species, not only to shield their soft skinned bodies, but as a means of protecting it from the elements of this planet as well.  Each landmass on this Earth is ruled individually, some have fractured governments within each landmass, and some don't.  Humans are very territorial, but also very curious beings, which brings these two human males to this mountain region.

Now as the Hummer shuts off it's engine, to well dressed humans step out of the car, one looking light in color and slightly matured, and the other a dark skinned individual wearing protective, but fashionable, eye wear.  Both men walk upwards towards the heavy dirty yellow construction machinery working on the mountain, the drilling and pounding of the machines causes the rock to crack and crumble as they continuously work on it.  Walking up to one of the men in the yellow hard hats, the one lighter skinned males taps the worker on the shoulder, causing the man to turn around to face them.

" Excuse Me! ", the man says politely to him, " I'm looking for Witwicky?  Arthur Witwicky...have you seen him by any chance? "

The man wipes the sweat off his brow, as the heat is causing him to perspire, " Your looking at him mack! "

Arthur Witwicky is a rather older tanned white gentleman, wearing jeans and a dirty worn out plaid shirt, his health is very well rounded...just like his middle aged weight he carries around his mid-section.  A man that has worked in construction all of his life, in various roles and jobs, a hard worker to the core and a gentle soul to boot.

The dark colored male in the sunglasses reaches over and shakes his hand, " Mr. Witwicky...a pleasure to meet you.  I don't suppose you know why we're here do you? "

" Yeah I think I do...your here to take over this mess I suppose.  And stop calling me Mr. Witwicky.... most people just call me Sparkplug. "

The two men look at each other in confusion and look back at him, " Why is that? ", the lighter skinned man asks.

" It's shorter and easier to say then Witwicky.”, he says with a grin, " But mainly because I'm good at fixing machinery and vehicles.  Just a nickname fellas.... I’d rather you call me by that is all. "

The two men nod in understanding and the dark man speaks to him again, " Ok Sparkplug...wanna tell me what happened?  What's this big problem you have? "

Sparkplug just cleans his nose with a rag he pulled of his back pocket, and when finished he looks at them again, " It's rather hard to explain.  You see we where supposed to blast through this here mountain for a new roadway, one of them super tunnels I guess you call them.  Anyways, my boys were cutting through it...and well...we kinda came across something.  Something you government types might be very, very interested in. "

As the two men look at each other, Sparkplug motions them to follow his lead, they all walk up the hill side where they've been working on and come to an open rock face they've uncovered.  Cut into the rock, like an archway, the men have shaped it around what lies in the center.  Stopping at the foot of it, the look up and see a massive metallic structure deeply embedded in the rock face, the large metal towers over them all as high as they've cut the rock around.  The golden-yellow/orange metal looks old but manufactured.  Another arch is seen on the metal, still rather large, it appears to look more like large doors, the kind you'd see in a science fiction space ship.  On the doors, right in the middle of the seam of the doors, is the marker of the Autobot faction symbol.  Unknown to them as to what the marker means, they stare at it in amazement and realize this is no natural metal they've discovered.

"My god.... it’s...it's huge! ", the white dressed man remarks.

The darker man takes off his sunglasses and shares his partner's sentiments, " Damn!  What the hell is that thing!  It must be thirty or forty foot in height! "

Sparkplug just stares at it with them, " Bout that I figure as well.  I thought we must have stumbled upon an old Indian burial site.... but I don't think this is anything they've ever built.  In fact I don't think I've ever seen that kind of weird symbol before in my life. "

A voice shouts out from behind them as the continue to stare at it all,  " Nobody has.... this thing must have been buried millions of years ago. "

They all turn around and see a young, white male with brown hair and brown eyes looking at them.  He wears standard construction boots, dirty blue jeans, a pale sand colored short sleeve shirt and a yellow construction hat.

Sparkplug clears his throat and walks over to the young male, he places his arm around the boy's shoulder and looks back at the two well dressed men.

" Uhm...this is my son, Spike.  He's here helping out his old man for a while; he  dropped out of  University awhile back...but he think he how old this stuff is.  Son, I think this best left to the professionals. "

Spike interrupts his father, " I took courses in geology dad...I know what I'm talking about.  If you look at the rock face you can see the different layers that date the period.  This use to be a sizable volcano a long time ago...maybe even before the dinosaurs..."

Sparkplug gets frusterated and quickly brings his finger up to silence the boy, " Spike, shush!  These men came to have a look at the thing not listen on and on to your theories.  They're the experts, let them deal with this. "

" But dad?! "

Sparkplug raises his voice, " Stop! I said thats enough!  Now go back down there and help Artie out with the drilling...Let these men deal with this ok?  You're only here to do a job...your a driller, not a scientist."

" Fine...", the angry son says back at his father, kicking the small rocks in frustration.  He walks down the hill and doesn't look back.

" Your son seems pretty smart...” the black man says to Sparkplug.

" Yeah...he's pretty smart...and a good boy.  But he wasn't cut out to stay in University; he was starting and dropping out of too many classes.  Never finding a real subject he could be focused on.... and then he completely dropped out of school after his mother's...my wife's passing."

The two men just stood there looking at Sparkplug thinking about it, and the lighter colored man just broke the silence, " I'm sorry to hear that.  Well...Mr. ...ah I mean...Sparkplug.  I think we're going to have to bring in some experienced experts on this, despite your son's guess work.  If you don't mind I think we'll keep your men on a bit longer so you can help us out here and maybe uncover more of this thing, hm?  "

Sparkplug reluctantly nods in agreement, and then well-dressed man pulls out a small cellular phone from his coat pocket.  Opening the mouth flap, he taps down on one of the buttons and holds the phone to his ear.

" This is Agent Connors, we need a team up here A.S.A.P., this is a code six-one-five.... repeat a code six-one-five.  That's right.... uh huh...that is confirmed.  Oooh I say that this most definitely would categorize as...alien in origin. "

As the two obvious government agents look back upon the ship stuck in sold rock, Spike looks back as he finishes walking to the bottom of the hill, and his face is full of anger at his father.  Spike and his dad never really saw eye to eye after his mother died, her death began a lengthy rift between the two that never really healed.  They still love each other, but in a friendly male bond sort of way, they never discuss their feelings or even show any sign of emotion to one another.  Spike can still remember his mother lying in the hospital; dying of a deadly disease they call cancer.  She fought long and hard to survive, but in the end there was nothing anyone could do to save her.  Spike and Sparkplug could only watch her slowly diminish until she was gone; both lost something that day, a good wife, a loving mother and the only person that kept the family together.  When Spike dropped out of University, his father told him that if he didn't attend school, then he would have to work for a living, no son of his would be living a life of unfocused direction.  Spike had no choice but to work with his dad, it was either this or try and earn a living somewhere else.  Having no money and no place to go, the choices became rather apparent.  He didn't mind the work, in fact he was learning to do a lot of things, but deep down he wished for more adventure, something that would take him on an exciting journey and perhaps help him to focus on a goal in life. As the Agents studied the ship doors, Spike had a sinking feeling that these men were about to disturb something that shouldn't even be touched at all.


As the dusk begins to turn the sky a darkened orange-red, the mountainside is filled with activity; helicopters swoop in and patrol the area as the military of this particular country of the United States creates a large fenced area a few miles away from the site.  Now large spotlights are fixated on the exposed ship, which has now been cleared away of more mountain rock.  The ship's hull now stretches upwards and soon shows a few of it's back engines, freshly exposed to the oxygen atmosphere thanks to Sparkplug and his drilling team.  The few round back engines over hang the door that was seen before, and part of the back wing is exposed as well.  It was just enough to see that the ship is actually larger within the rock then many had realized.  This was no small ship they were trying to dig out, but rather a small back entrance that they've stumbled upon.  The soldiers all walk about helping to clear away the rocky debris that the construction workers managed to break off, Spike stands near one of the military jeeps parked near by as he gets a full view of the awesome spectacle revealed to them at last.  Sparkplug comes walking over to him and wipes the grimy, oily dirt off of his face and hands.  Looking angry and even more frustrated then before, he rests himself on the front of the jeep as Spike continues to look up at the behemoth.

" That's the military for you, swoop in and take over.  Now we've been told to pack up and leave...damn it.  You know we're going to lose our contract for this place?  The company called and has pulled out of the deal, but the worst thing is that they won't even compensate us for it. Spike?  Are you listening to me? "

Spike looks down at him, " Like I care. "

Sparkplug didn't like that tone of voice, " I beg your pardon?  Listen all of us have lost a lot of money here today and your standing there gawking at this thing. "

" That's right dad I am.... for god sakes, you don't even realize what this means, do you?  We've just discovered alien technology...and you’re worried about money?  That is so like you...at least mom would find this fascinating...all you were concerned about was working and not about her health.... "

Sparkplug looked offended at his remark, he reached over and gave his son a strike to the cheek with his hand, " Don't you dare assume I didn't care about your mother!  What do you think?  How were we supposed to pay her medical bills huh?  You act as if your so above me, well I paid for your University education too mister...and you couldn't even finish that.  This...Work...I do is what kept her alive for so long.  It's what sent you to school, filled your mouth with food and put clothes on your damn back!!  I loved my wife; I loved her so much that I worked my ass off to keep her alive!!  So before you go judging me son...maybe you should examine your own situation.  No focus...no goals...huh...Alien ships? Who gives a god damned rat’s ass about that!  Doesn't help the people of Earth trying to survive from one day to the next. "

Spike holds his cheek from the pain, an almost tear-filled glare from him puts the father back into his sanity, realizing he's hit his son; Sparkplug backs down from him and moves away slowly.  Spike is in shock from his father hitting him, not moving at all he continues to just stare without blinking.  The father quickly collects himself and wipes his nose with the same cloth he just cleaned his hands with.  All the years of working and having to watch his wife suffer finally have broken this once happy man.  The pressure of losing the contract of work to the military has pushed him over the edge, not only does he not get paid a lot for his work here, but he'll end up losing his drilling company in the process.  For this was the only major job that would have brought his business out of debt and helped to ease the financial burdens he's had to live with after his wife's passing.

"I'm.... sorry, Spike.  I.... I didn't mean.... damn it.... I’m gonna go take a walk. "

The father begins to slowly walk down the hill and towards the new gates that lead out; down below in the distance of the open valley, a mass group of mobile homes sit in the darkness.  Some have lights showing there are people occupying it at this moment; the workers have a temporary place to reside in as they prepare to let the military take over.  Sparkplug turns around and looks at his scared son one last time.

" I'll understand...if you don't come home tonight.  I want you to know...I.... do love your mother.  And you my boy.... I’m just sorry.... sorry...."

That was all he could give out to his son, he knew it wasn't enough to apologize for what he did, but it's all he could openly send out to him.  Turning back around towards the gates, he walked on out.  Spike dropped down behind the jeep and wept, hiding his tears like all proud men do from others around him.  He felt so bad for talking back to him, and even for the unkind words he spoke, how he wished his mother was still around to mend this situation.  Spike had felt so lost in life, his father being distant, his mother dying and he not knowing what to be or career to set out in.  This troubled young man was also at his breaking point, trying to hold back the tears as he controls his emotions, he stayed behind the jeep until he focus back on being whole again.  The soldiers and government agents near the ship's massive doors were trying everything imaginable to cut through the metal.  Shooting flames of blue and sparks flying, the cutting torches and diamond drills pieces had a hard time even making a scratch in the surface.  One of the military soldiers watches as they work, a five-starred General of the U.S. forces, wearing the usual combat fatigues and looking very wise with his matured look.

" Anything soldier? ", he asks the military kid below trying to cut through the metal.

" Nothing sir, we've nearly tried just about everything here.  This is a metal I've never seen in my life, hell if molten lava couldn't damage this thing too much.... I don't know what will. "

Spike comes walking up, composed and calm now, he's heard the man complain and offers his advice, " How bout cold?  Maybe some liquid nitrogen?  Don't know any sort of metal that could withstand that stuff. "

The General looks around to see the boy talking to him, " Son this is our concern...why don't you go back with the others to the trailers.  Your job is over. "

" Well pardon me General...", Spike says back, " But I do believe you muscled in on our discovery here, I don't see why I can't give a simple suggestion to help in finding out what's inside.  You owe all of them and my dad for your special prize, since you won't pay them for their efforts... "

The General adds in a comment, " We're going to pay them for their efforts, ok?  But only for the time they've worked with us.  You're beef is with the company that started the other project...not this one. "

" I beg to differ. ", Spike says to him with contempt, " Anyways...most of the drilling team wants to find out what's inside this thing too, you could at least give them and me this small request for giving this all up to you. "

The General sighs, " This isn't a finders keepers situation kid, we don't know what's inside or what it might do to anyone once it does get opened.  Are you willing to take that risk? "

Spike glares him down, " You bet your butt I am.  And if you think your going to crack that metal with heat, you can forget it...this stuff survived extreme heat and lava, but I'll bet you any money that liquid cool nitrogen will at least get you further then you are now. "

The soldier squatting below with the blow torch shrugs his shoulders and looks up at the General, " It's worth a shot sir, I mean heat doesn't do much...maybe liquid cold nitro will shatter some of it? "

The hard looking military commander sighs, " Very well.  Lieutenant Palaton, get some men up here with some Liquid Nitro...Pronto! "

The men around him salute and all rush to get the chemicals he's barked for.  Hours pass on into the night; the large tanker parked near the alien ship is full of the liquid nitrogen that was requested.  The men aiming a large flexible tube at a spot on the large doors cause a hissing sound coming out of it.  The nitrogen rushing out is causing the soft hiss sound, coating the metal in it's super cool fluid and the workers pound away breaking it off layer by layer.  Going at it for so long, they seem to have begun making a hole into the super thick metal door, as they come to the end of whatever nitrogen they have left.  Punching the last bit with drillers, they finally break through.  A sudden rush of dusty air forces its way out of the ship, the pressure inside releasing outward as it becomes exposed to the Earth's atmosphere.  Once the dust settles and the pressure drops, the men clean up the hole a bit more so that a person can go through it with minimal effort.  The Agents walks up to the General and converse with him about their concerns.

" Mr. Drakemore, Mr. Connors.... I know what you two are about to say, so spare me the lecture. ", the General says to them as they stand beside him.

Agent Connors snickers, " Look we can't have civilians in that thing...too many men in there will contaminate the site.  Besides word has come down to keep this top secret. "

The General laughs, " A bit late for that sir...all these witnesses...hell I'm surprised you didn't shoot them all to keep it quiet. "

The dark man, Agent Drakemore, turns his head at him, " Too many dead would lead to too many inquiries.... it would have been messy.  But...it was an option for a while..."

The General shakes his head, " Not much of an option in my books, shooting innocent U.S. civilians...what a world we live in. "

" Look, bottom line is...we don't want too many people in there.  How bout...just one civilian, that Spike kid, myself and two of your boys with weapons?  That way we keep the contamination low, the soldiers can secure the place, and the drillers will be satisfied letting one of them in there to have a look.  Sound good? "

" What about the drilling crew?  You think they'll stay silent? It's going to take a lot more then just having a quick peek inside this thing to keep them all quiet. ", The General says to Drakemore.

" Fine...", Connors adds in, " We'll give them more money to shut them up, but only if they sign a document that they will in no way reveal to anyone what is in this mountain or any knowledge of discovering it in the first place.  If they so much as talk...well...maximum jail sentences in a federal prison or the other option we discussed earlier will be the choices left to them.  I think that should keep them very quiet...don't you think? "

The General just shakes his head and snickers, " Whatever works is fine with me, but you and I both know that jail time will never be an option.  I just hope you can live with the consequences of your actions."

The men both smile and start walking over to Spike who's watching the soldiers widening the hole on the shuttle door.  Connors turns around as he continues to walk backward up the hill towards the men and gives the commander his response.

" Trust me General...We lived with it before, we can live with it again.  It's just a job. "

The army General didn't think much for that comment, he scowled at Connors as he continued to turn around and walk up to Spike.  He could see the two men explaining the situation and the young kid agreeing without hesitation.  Turning his back on the men chatting it up, he looks down at the small group of trailers down below, he can't help but feel a small bit of pity for these men who just don't realize what they've brought themselves into.  News crews hadn't been alerted to this site yet, but there would always be a risk of someone spilling the news.  A strict curfew had been placed on the campsite, making sure that none of the drillers could step out of the quarantined area and spread the gossip about this place.  All communications where now monitored from the satellites above, no phones, emails, cellular calls or even C.B. radio signals would be allowed without a special encoder device.  Both Agents of the Government and the top military soldiers had such a thing; it was standard issue for top-secret findings such as this.  UFO (Unidentified Flying Objects) discoveries are rare for the Government; too many times they've had close calls with civilians exposing the truth.  The Agents had promised everything to keep the men quiet, but deep in the General's mind, he knew these men would either have their memories erased, all killed with some elaborate story to cover their tracks or even threatened with blackmail just to silence them.  There are no illusions about this, top secret is top secret, and the world has changed from innocent times.  A war of secrets and lies now has become the norm; the twenty first century of this planet is full of fear and paranoia, interesting how human traits like those never truly go away.  As Spike prepares to enter the ship, a quick glare from the General makes him realize this is a serious situation, the young boy is going to discover that danger and consequences come from every side.