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It was a lazy day in the world, one where maybe it could forget.
The sun blazed over the chilled waters of the Atlantic, reflecting off into the sky where a few royal terns soared above. A small and insignificant boat bobbed above the sea in the distance. Under the waves, a hulking mass of purple metal rested, encased in one of Virginia’s many temperate corals. A ship of unknown size; pristine and well kept, at least, the visible parts looked as much. The coral had layered itself onto it, encasing the ship in its seemingly eternal home.
The giant alien ship didn’t deter the wildlife, though. A green sea turtle flapped its great wings, slowly perusing through the coral. Schools of fish flounder about, seemingly frolicking in the cool shallow waters of a May afternoon. A lone damselfish swam by itself along reefs, keeping to itself. A few social shrimp scurried along in coral, tiny and insignificant. Not one creature spared them a glance.
The ship had long since been here, becoming inured to the sea. Sometimes, the ship spoke to the gentle waves. It usually didn’t receive a response, but it knew the water heard when he sometimes transmitted its ideas to the boss.
Above, a dangerous screeching came from a distance. Three dots raced towards the ship’s location, causing water to fly and causing the small little boat to sway violently against the angered waves. The three dots morphed into three modified F-15s as they got closer. All almost identical in build with matching insignias on their wings, but each possessing a different color. In front, the source of the loud screeching sound led the trine. His livery was mostly light grey, with red highlights, a yellow cockpit, and two blue vertical stabilizers. To his left flew a mostly vivid blue jet with a light grey underside and a red streak along his wing. To his right, a dark indigo jet with lighter purple-ish blue highlights and vertical stabilizers cheekily began to mess with the other two.
The trine reached the area above the ship, where it watched the animals of the coral scatter and listened to their forms above with amusement. They all shifted to root mode, the irritated leader making a snappy remark towards the dark indigo one. The other just laughed it off a little and made a scheming little grin. The blue one perked up a little, eyes looking at nothing in particular before a faint smile painted his face. In a quick little movement, the indigo one moved toward the red one, tapped him on the shoulder, yelled “TAG”, and zoomed off howling in laughter. Predictably, the leader began to yell out to her annoyedly, only beginning the chase after the blue one flew off in the opposite direction.
The ship laughed at their tomfoolery. It could almost hear the waves smile.
The three seekers played for as long as they allowed themselves to. It wasn’t long, but they couldn’t remember the last time they’d played like this. Maybe they could forget too. The trio didn’t drop below the waves when they stopped, only holding onto each other’s shoulders in a chain link before promptly disappearing in an indigo light. They wouldn’t have been able to enter the ship if they hadn’t teleported anyway.
The ship watched as a brave few of little sea creatures made a short venture out into the disrupted water.
The low and painful groan of the ship itself once again scattered the animals into hiding. A door fought with itself to open for a few seconds before stopping halfway ajar. Two slender purple bots squeezed themselves out the funky door, slowly making their way towards a maintenance hatch that was nearly invisible to the average organic eye. One of the vehicons tried to pry it open with his thin claws, fumbling and faltering in a sorry attempt to get the hatch open. The other shot him an unamused glance before simply pressing in a small hidden button.
The previous sheepishly glanced between the hatch and his partner before uttering a small ::I knew that…:: without making a sound.
The two worked diligently to quickly repair the ship, working hand in glove. The creatures had come out again, realizing these bots weren’t the few who’d thought they’d be good target practice. After about a few minutes of easy repairs the door finally opened smoothly. The identical duo walked back to the door; one treading carefully as to not damage the fragile coral, the other using small thrusters to hover over the coral. They second checked the door before heading in, the with it shutting quietly with a dull and healthy thunk of finality.
The Nemesis, as the ship was called, let out a small thank you for the ants, one that only reached its friend the sea. Not even the attentive animals in the water heard its small exclamation of gratitude.