Moonlight Falls, Washington
December 13th, 2022
It was a cold day in Washington, unusually so due to the heavy layer of snow building up on the lower-level areas. Most of those living in the upper-west coast of the United States had come to accept the fact that their home was now simply slightly colder, due to a small amount of dust being kicked up in the lower atmosphere by the horrible Meteor Shower of Sunset Valley back in March of 2013.
Ever since that meteor shower, things had been different in the case of weather. It now gets cold enough in the winter, even in Northern California, to warrant a foot of snow, and fall temperatures affect the trees which was an uncommon event in the past. Some would call it "climate change", but others know the truth.
As the people of Moonlight Falls went about their day-to-day lives, unusual as those lives may be, they passed by a road leading to a small cabin on the beach. Not many went to this cabin. They used to though, for two weeks the cabin was swarmed with reporters, detectives, conspiracy theorists, and all kinds of people clamoring for news about a supposed "Alien Event" the September before, one that mysteriously knocked out electrical power all the way from Moonlight Falls to Appaloosa Plains to Starlight Shores for a few short minutes.
However, due to the owner of the cabin repeatedly refusing to comment on the situation, the police left, as did the reporters, and the theorists, and everyone else, leaving the town alone to it's own oddities and things that went bump in the night.
As the owner of the cabin went about his business, such as getting wood for a fire, he couldn't help but notice another car driving parked up the road where he was living off of. He sighed, shook his head, and walked inside. Since the town was covered in snow and that road led to the beach, there were not many reasons to be parked there, so he realized that someone else was going to be at his house.
Sure enough he looked outside and saw a woman walking towards his house. She wore a deep blue coat, but the weather made it impossible for him to see her face. She finished walking to the house and rang the doorbell, prompting the man inside to stand up and walk to the door.
"Go away." The man said. "I've already told the cops and reporters, no comment. I know that's why you're here."
Through the howling wind and snow, the man could hear the woman's voice. "While it is true that I am a private investigator, here to talk to you about the alien event, I am also here for a different reason, Peter."
"What?"
The woman continued. "Peter Lyons, that's your name, right? Your father was Collin Lyons if I'm not mistaken." Peter opened the door and saw the woman standing there. She looked a bit Chinese, and had bright blue eyes, brown hair with blue streaks, and thick-rimmed glasses. "My name is Kelly Coen. I had made acquaintance with your father a few months ago, a short time before he died."
"Oh yeah? He certainly went for the younger crowd when mom left him, eh?" Peter said, sarcastically.
Kelly chuckled with a sense of unease. "Not that kind of acquaintance. I was with him around the time he died. He showed bravery I didn't expect from him. I know you're angry that your father died, Peter. But I wanted you to know why he did so."
"I read about the battle in the graveyard. I guess you were part of it." Peter said as he was ready to close his front door. "Did he die to protect you? Were his last words to you?"
Kelly shook her head. "No. Someone I love. She herself wanted to come to talk to you about this, but sent me instead. Admittedly she didn't want to give you a sense of false hope, if that makes any sense. But if you'd like, she's right back at the hotel I just left, I can call her."
"Don't bother." Peter said. "She'd probably think I was insane too. I know you do, because how many people can say they knew an alien." Suddenly he shut the door hard, the wooden block coming within a few inches of Kelly's nose.
"More than you think." Kelly thought, then spoke loudly into the house, hoping the occupant would hear her. "Project Hybrid. Torra Sev. These words ring a bell? That alien girl you mentioned, the one with black eyes and green skin, she was a Torran, right?"
"How did you-"
"You think you're the only one whose met someone from beyond the stars? You have no idea. I kissed someone goodbye as I left the hotel ten minutes ago who also shares a distinct heritage with the woman you've met. I've lived my entire life with women who were green skinned, who could only be seen as such by people who share a very specific connection with them, like family and close friends. These women asked me in particular to come by and see if you could share any kind of information you may have on Project Hybrid so they can find others like themselves here on Earth."
"So is that why you came here? To ask what I know about Project Hybrid? I thought you came to talk about my father!" Peter opened the door, visibly shaken over what Kelly had said. "So which is it?"
"Both, really. I really wanted to ask you which you wanted to talk about first, if that's okay with you."
Peter sighed, then moved out of the way. "Come on in, please wipe the snow off your boots before entering the house, I just cleaned." Kelly nodded and walked inside the cabin, looking at all the artwork that Peter had collected and hung on the walls. She even recognized a few prints of artwork from her own home back in Hidden Springs, Alaska. After a few minutes, Kelly took off her coat and placed it in a wardrobe, after politely asking Peter if she could.
Peter and Kelly sat down opposite of each other at the kitchen table, the former still wondering if he should have let a private investigator into his house and the latter trying to come up with ways to assure him that everything was going to be okay, reading him in more ways than one to know he had a feeling of trepidation after all that had happened.
"So, I take you've read all about me? That my house was where the accidental cause was of the blackout that overtook half the country for a few moments?"
"Yes. I was most curious over the cause of the blackout because believe it or not, it helped someone I care about escape from captivity, someone very close to me. Long story."
"Well I'm happy to help. I just wish it was under different circumstances."
"What happened?" Kelly asked, "What happened to you back in August and September? I mean I read the gist of it but I would like your whole story. Maybe if you tell someone about it who knows what you're actually talking about, then it will help you feel better."
Peter looked at her with an odd expression.
"Doesn't hurt to try." Kelly said, "So yeah, tell me everything. Dot every lowercase 'I' and cross every lowercase 'T', so to speak."
Peter closed his eyes and began talking. "I'm a writer, I write things such as blogs, and I hope to be a novelist one of these days. Very much occasionally, I get writer's block for some random reason...One day I was out for a walk, trying to clear my head of all the confusion and help with the block. Just a month before, my mother left my father because he was responsible for accidentally injuring a girl at a movie studio explosion in Alaska. I didn't talk to my father as well because I was so angry at him. Anyway I was out for a walk in the early morning and that's where I met Corvira."
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August 4th, 2022
Moonlight Falls, Washington
Peter kicked rocks as he walked down along the beach, still upset over his parents' recent divorce. He hadn't seen his mother or his father since the breakup, and didn't even want to see his dad. After a while, Peter simply sat down in the sand and looked out to the ocean, brooding.
A few moments passed, and suddenly Peter heard a noise, a loud one that briefly deafened him. He looked up in the sky and saw a strange ball of fire, one that was breaking up as it angled downwards. He realized it was another meteorite, as he'd seen a few hit the ground ever since that meteor shower in Sunset Valley.
"The one in March of 2013?" Kelly asked, interrupting his story briefly.
"Yeah, I read about that on the news when I was younger. Do you know if it?"
"Some."
Peter looked up at the meteorite, waiting for it to hit the ground so he could probably splash it with water and collect it for his home, when suddenly the object changed course in the middle of it's fall and hit the beach a few hundred feet away from him. Peter was knocked out temporarily by the blast, but came to his senses and saw a humanoid figure in the smoke and fire.
Putting all apprehension aside, Peter ran down the beach and used some of the nearby water to put out the fires. In the smoke, he saw a young woman lying on her stomach and picked her up. He didn't even care at the time that she didn't exactly look human, he just realized he had to bring her back to his house where he had a first-aid kit.
After walking up to his house, Peter laid the woman down on the bed and walked to the bathroom to grab some bandages and medicine, but to his surprise when he walked back into the bedroom she was standing up and looking around. He had immediately assumed she was an alien when she crashed to Earth in a fireball, but now there was little doubt when he looked into her blank eyes.
At that moment, the reality of the situation hit the man, and he immediately turned and ran outside. "There's an alien... alien in my bedroom... she's an alien... she's alien... and I found her. I have to... oh dear." With a sigh, he walked back into the house, still thinking he was out of his mind. When he got back in, the woman was standing in the living room, looking at the artwork on his walls.
"Are you a collector, Mr. Lyons?" The woman asked. Peter was about to answer but was then stopped short by... well... the entire sentence.
"You. You know my name? You speak English? You like art? What?"
"I read your mind. Torrans can do that all the way from when we're child-erm, children, rather. I learned your language and your name, but nothing else. But art something we know even on Torra Sev. Appreciation for the finer things is not an Earth-only trait. I'm something an artist myself. I wish I could have brought my pieces from Torra Sev but the pod I was sent in was only suitable for me. Perhaps I can return when my mission is over-"
"Okay okay... stop. What mission? What's Torra Sev? What's your name?! What's going on?!"
The alien smiled. "I'm willing to answer all those questions. My mission is to scan people for the next phase of something called Project Hybrid. Torra Sev is my home planet, my name is Corvira Majji, and what's going on is that my pod... erm... broke when I crashed landed. I'm stuck here until a scout ship comes by and picks me up."
Corvira walked around the house to look at things, mentally taking note of each one. "That should only be a few Earth weeks, hopefully. There is a bit of a situation: since you're the first human to find me, you're what I call my Aliiant. Basically, in laments terms, I need your help with my mission."
All this information at once overloaded Peter's mind, and he fell down to the ground, fainting. Making sure he was alright, Corvira smiled and knelt down next to him, speaking to his unconscious form. "Do not worry. I am not here to harm you or anyone else, and I do not intend to."
Suddenly, Corvira heard a noise outside. She got up to look out the window and saw a strange figure standing in the woods. Continuing her speech, she spoke silently to herself. "... though he might." Then, she watched as the creature vanished into the trees, wondering where it had come from.
However, due to the owner of the cabin repeatedly refusing to comment on the situation, the police left, as did the reporters, and the theorists, and everyone else, leaving the town alone to it's own oddities and things that went bump in the night.
As the owner of the cabin went about his business, such as getting wood for a fire, he couldn't help but notice another car driving parked up the road where he was living off of. He sighed, shook his head, and walked inside. Since the town was covered in snow and that road led to the beach, there were not many reasons to be parked there, so he realized that someone else was going to be at his house.
Sure enough he looked outside and saw a woman walking towards his house. She wore a deep blue coat, but the weather made it impossible for him to see her face. She finished walking to the house and rang the doorbell, prompting the man inside to stand up and walk to the door.
"Go away." The man said. "I've already told the cops and reporters, no comment. I know that's why you're here."
Through the howling wind and snow, the man could hear the woman's voice. "While it is true that I am a private investigator, here to talk to you about the alien event, I am also here for a different reason, Peter."
"What?"
The woman continued. "Peter Lyons, that's your name, right? Your father was Collin Lyons if I'm not mistaken." Peter opened the door and saw the woman standing there. She looked a bit Chinese, and had bright blue eyes, brown hair with blue streaks, and thick-rimmed glasses. "My name is Kelly Coen. I had made acquaintance with your father a few months ago, a short time before he died."
"Oh yeah? He certainly went for the younger crowd when mom left him, eh?" Peter said, sarcastically.
Kelly chuckled with a sense of unease. "Not that kind of acquaintance. I was with him around the time he died. He showed bravery I didn't expect from him. I know you're angry that your father died, Peter. But I wanted you to know why he did so."
"I read about the battle in the graveyard. I guess you were part of it." Peter said as he was ready to close his front door. "Did he die to protect you? Were his last words to you?"
Kelly shook her head. "No. Someone I love. She herself wanted to come to talk to you about this, but sent me instead. Admittedly she didn't want to give you a sense of false hope, if that makes any sense. But if you'd like, she's right back at the hotel I just left, I can call her."
"More than you think." Kelly thought, then spoke loudly into the house, hoping the occupant would hear her. "Project Hybrid. Torra Sev. These words ring a bell? That alien girl you mentioned, the one with black eyes and green skin, she was a Torran, right?"
"How did you-"
"So is that why you came here? To ask what I know about Project Hybrid? I thought you came to talk about my father!" Peter opened the door, visibly shaken over what Kelly had said. "So which is it?"
"Both, really. I really wanted to ask you which you wanted to talk about first, if that's okay with you."
Peter sighed, then moved out of the way. "Come on in, please wipe the snow off your boots before entering the house, I just cleaned." Kelly nodded and walked inside the cabin, looking at all the artwork that Peter had collected and hung on the walls. She even recognized a few prints of artwork from her own home back in Hidden Springs, Alaska. After a few minutes, Kelly took off her coat and placed it in a wardrobe, after politely asking Peter if she could.
Peter and Kelly sat down opposite of each other at the kitchen table, the former still wondering if he should have let a private investigator into his house and the latter trying to come up with ways to assure him that everything was going to be okay, reading him in more ways than one to know he had a feeling of trepidation after all that had happened.
"So, I take you've read all about me? That my house was where the accidental cause was of the blackout that overtook half the country for a few moments?"
"Well I'm happy to help. I just wish it was under different circumstances."
Peter looked at her with an odd expression.
"Doesn't hurt to try." Kelly said, "So yeah, tell me everything. Dot every lowercase 'I' and cross every lowercase 'T', so to speak."
Peter closed his eyes and began talking. "I'm a writer, I write things such as blogs, and I hope to be a novelist one of these days. Very much occasionally, I get writer's block for some random reason...One day I was out for a walk, trying to clear my head of all the confusion and help with the block. Just a month before, my mother left my father because he was responsible for accidentally injuring a girl at a movie studio explosion in Alaska. I didn't talk to my father as well because I was so angry at him. Anyway I was out for a walk in the early morning and that's where I met Corvira."
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August 4th, 2022
Moonlight Falls, Washington
Peter kicked rocks as he walked down along the beach, still upset over his parents' recent divorce. He hadn't seen his mother or his father since the breakup, and didn't even want to see his dad. After a while, Peter simply sat down in the sand and looked out to the ocean, brooding.
"The one in March of 2013?" Kelly asked, interrupting his story briefly.
"Yeah, I read about that on the news when I was younger. Do you know if it?"
"Some."
Peter looked up at the meteorite, waiting for it to hit the ground so he could probably splash it with water and collect it for his home, when suddenly the object changed course in the middle of it's fall and hit the beach a few hundred feet away from him. Peter was knocked out temporarily by the blast, but came to his senses and saw a humanoid figure in the smoke and fire.
After walking up to his house, Peter laid the woman down on the bed and walked to the bathroom to grab some bandages and medicine, but to his surprise when he walked back into the bedroom she was standing up and looking around. He had immediately assumed she was an alien when she crashed to Earth in a fireball, but now there was little doubt when he looked into her blank eyes.
At that moment, the reality of the situation hit the man, and he immediately turned and ran outside. "There's an alien... alien in my bedroom... she's an alien... she's alien... and I found her. I have to... oh dear." With a sigh, he walked back into the house, still thinking he was out of his mind. When he got back in, the woman was standing in the living room, looking at the artwork on his walls.
"You. You know my name? You speak English? You like art? What?"
"I read your mind. Torrans can do that all the way from when we're child-erm, children, rather. I learned your language and your name, but nothing else. But art something we know even on Torra Sev. Appreciation for the finer things is not an Earth-only trait. I'm something an artist myself. I wish I could have brought my pieces from Torra Sev but the pod I was sent in was only suitable for me. Perhaps I can return when my mission is over-"
"Okay okay... stop. What mission? What's Torra Sev? What's your name?! What's going on?!"
The alien smiled. "I'm willing to answer all those questions. My mission is to scan people for the next phase of something called Project Hybrid. Torra Sev is my home planet, my name is Corvira Majji, and what's going on is that my pod... erm... broke when I crashed landed. I'm stuck here until a scout ship comes by and picks me up."
Corvira walked around the house to look at things, mentally taking note of each one. "That should only be a few Earth weeks, hopefully. There is a bit of a situation: since you're the first human to find me, you're what I call my Aliiant. Basically, in laments terms, I need your help with my mission."
All this information at once overloaded Peter's mind, and he fell down to the ground, fainting. Making sure he was alright, Corvira smiled and knelt down next to him, speaking to his unconscious form. "Do not worry. I am not here to harm you or anyone else, and I do not intend to."
