907/Close Encounters of the Nick kind.

Close Encounters of the Nick kind.
Date of Scene:	11 June 2017
Location:	SHIELD Helicarrier
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	810, Nick Fury, Darcy Lewis

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Bunny (810) has posed:
It's a normal day on the helicarrier. Chaos, explosions, people acting crazy and that was just on the news. Nick projects the image of someone who has everything under control even while the world tries so very hard to constantly unravel itself. The last thing he needs is something unexpected happening but it's usually the thing he gets most often. The world throwing him a curveball is late today. It's almost sunset and nothing terribly strange has happened. Until now.

While everyone one is going about their business on the bridge a flying drone, about 3 feet wide, shaped like Lord Vader's Tie-Fighter with the cool bendy panels instead of the hexagonal panels just hovers in the door from the stairwell. Where the pilot area should be there is a series of four camera lenses. It hovers into the room silently, no rockets, no exhaust, no thrust just floating wherever it wants like gravity ain't no thing. What is the camera bot doing? It's looking around the bridge being nosey. "Um.. sir?" one of the men speaks up as it floats up to him and looks at him, then at what he's been working on, then back to him. "Sir, is this one of ours?"

Nick Fury has posed:
Pivoting from monitor to monitor at his command post on the helicarrier over the New York area, Nick Fury exhales through his nose. "This response time is just not up to snuff," he calls out to the deck at large. "There better not be more game-playing with SHIELD resources causing lag."

As the entirely unexpected robot floats onto the deck and catches the attention of numerous agents, the SHIELD director turns around--and immediately tenses, reaching for his sidearm.

"We have a literal UFO in our sights!" he shouts. "Restrain that thing IMMEDIATELY!" Fury glances about over his shoulder. "And where's Lewis? She'd better not be behind this!"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I solemnly swear that I am NOT up to that no-good, Director," quips Lewis from one of the control monitors where she had been looking over a guy's shoulder at some sensore read outs. Why an Office Supply Division Admin Agent was on the helicarrier meant only one thing: someone needed paperclips or Fury hated his helicarrier. She's looking at the Vader ti-fighter, and as weapons are drawn she steps to the side.

"Do you want me to ... nanu-nanu at it or seomthing? Sir?"

Bunny (810) has posed:
When the agents start grabbing the probe it's tiny little antigrav motors start to whine in protest not really expecting that. Bunny thought these people were civilized! The poor little probe wobbles in the air until a few people are on it then it sinks to the ground with a soft thunk and powers down it's anti-grav units so they don't burn out. It lays there pinned down as the cameras try and focus but only get a good view of the floor. Well, this is going smashingly...

Nick Fury has posed:
"Lewis," Fury says through gritted teeth, "I WANT you to either help the rest of us deal with a MAJOR security breach or finally finish up that INVENTORY you were brought on board to oversee!"

He waves several agents to try and flank the floating robot. As they lower it to the ground, Fury cautiously steps forward. "What is that thing?" he asks, looking from face to face of the assembled agents. "Anyone have a guess? Doesn't look like HYDRA, AIM, or any other of the usual suspects..."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy collects her tablet and heads over, intercepting Fury so that she's in front of him enough that if this thing tries to SHOOT him, she has half a chance to body block for him. Director versus Level 5 Agent. No contest. Reaching the drone, she drops to a knee to look at it. Unlike the rest of hte agents, Darcy has no weapons.

Bunny (810) has posed:
Trying to think of a way to communicate her intentions without causing any further harm. The spaceship sends a series of instructions to her probe to do the one thing that all humans seem to understand as a universal sign of non-hostility. The computer starts to transmit sound from within the probe. Something simple and non scary for now. Hopefully this translates into I come in peace. https://youtu.be/MJsMVGW88o0

The drone is a fascinating technology, it's made of metals from earth in as many cases as possible but some parts of it are alien and some parts of the metal seem to be covered with a purple techno-organic substance that acts as conduits for the controls. It's like someone took really, really advanced alien tech and dressed it up in a earth based shell to make it not so threatening, because that's exactly what it is.

Nick Fury has posed:
The director of SHIELD takes half a step back as Darcy throws herself in front of him, and he glances about with an expression that's half-surprised, half-impressed.

Then, the robot begins playing a sequence of sounds. "Anybody here specialize in xenolinguistics? Or maybe AI languages?" he shouts.

Four SHIELD agents raise their hands.

"Well," Fury offers with a grin absolutely devoid of humor, "hurry up and TELL ME what this thing is SAYING."

He puts a hand on Darcy's shoulder. "Take care now, Lewis. You don't want to tell it to go f%#$ itself too quickly," he mutters quietly to the woman.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I don't think this think can talk, Boss. It's playing... fuck. That's that movie with the things and the space ship and the do mi so bull shit. Had a girlfriend, singer, rip into that movie," Darcy says, pushing at one of the security guy's hands away. She glances at the warm hand on her shoulder, then smirks.

"I'll try, Boss. Fuck is one of my favorite words."

Bunny (810) has posed:
One of the agents recognizes it right away, not because she's a xenolinguistics expert but because she's a fan of old movies, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind!" she yells out like she knows the answer to a game show quiz, "It's from when you were young, sir. In the movie we used the tones to communicate with aliens and show them we were peaceful." He might later wonder if she's talking about the 1977 film or the 2012 remake. Just how old do people think Fury is?

The little alien probe responds to her declaration by playing an applause track from a 80's sitcom.

Nick Fury has posed:
"You can cut the patronizing tone, Kowalski," Nick Fury snaps at the agent explaining the movie. "But the info's appreciated." He puts his sidearm back in its holster and then folds his arms across his chest.

"Anyway," he adds, "one of you better start talking BACK to it." Fury nods to Darcy. "Otherwise, let's hope it doesn't take offense to Lewis' approach."

"And one more thing." Fury narrows his good eye slightly. "If it starts playing polka...terminate with extreme prejudice."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Unless it's The Heimatdamich. They are fucking awesome," Darcy amends, grinning at the 80s sitcom laughtrack.

"Alright, little R2. Give us one beep yes, two beeps no, three beeps if you have a USB port I can access," says the agent. Because why play twenty questions when you can get a not connected to the wifi tablet and have it type at you?

Bunny (810) has posed:
Some of that purple techno-organic stuff starts to move along one of the support struts, literally growing along the outside of the shell and forming a datajack that a USB plug will fit into. Not something she usually does on the first date but since they have her pinned to the floor she's going to make an exception this time. Even through the probe her input output has to be slowed down to accommodate the USB connection but after a few moments the probe's systems reconfigure itself into a basic LINUX box with a cute bunny themed virtual desktop interface she can use. A selection of files are setup for her to download with file names like Environmental, War, TV, Humans, and Aliens. Each one contains a series of subfolders for her to explore.

Nick Fury has posed:
"Whatever it's doing," Nick Fury says, concern in his voice, "none of you had damn well set up any sort of network connection to this system. This requires a fully sterile approach."

A SHIELD agent whose ID card identifies her as IT steps forward. "I'm your huckleberry, sir," she says, holding up a USB drive.

"Great. Mason, right? You and Lewis pair up for communication with this thing." Fury rubs his chin. "And if either of you plugs whatever USB drive you connect to this into anything else..." He stares at Darcy. "You'll wish for Siberia."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy gasps a bit as this thing morphs into a tablet computer. The IT agent gets brushed aside.

"You're not plugging in a Flash Drive into this ting and letting it upload wahtever it wants. Fuck, you stupid? God," she quips at the agent, her eyes on the tablet screen, fingers brushing over it to access it.

"Looks like it's got files on... the environment's the largest, and there's plans here for a global clean up. Hmm... It's got proctols for a short sub space urst transmission. I'm willing to guess that it's got a mothership in low earth orbit," Darcy comments before looking back up at IT.

"Why don't you do something you're good at. Like check to see if there's a thing between the atmosphere and the satelittes in orbit," Darcy says to the other agent, before glancing up at Fury.

"Animation shows that it wants to clean up our trash. I'll check into what else this thing has to say," she adds, turning back to look for a notepad application or seomthing.

"Hey, R2, can you put text on the screen so you can talk to me that way? This whole cute pictures is great, but words are better."

Bunny (810) has posed:
Per her request the device literally grows a second, smaller screen out of the side of the casing, paper thin but with high resolution. It adjusts the screen so that it's upright and prints the traditional greeting, "Hello world." then on the next line, "I am B'Hunn, E-Class Long Range Exploration Vessel." and sure enough once they use the coordinates in the file for the beacon they find her, just floating in space. A purple and pink, living spaceship the size of a skyscraper. Not huge as spaceships go but interesting because it looks more like an organic thing than a space ship. "You may call me, Bunny." the text file prints.

Nick Fury has posed:
"So," Fury says, bending forward to look over Darcy's shoulder, "we got us a giant space organism floating above the planet." He purses his lips and thinks for a moment. "I think we've got some protocols on that front. It definitely doesn't look like a bunny, though."

He puts his hands on his hips. "So, it's an exploration vessel. What does it want? We're not a good colonization spot, if that's what it's after. Might be able to get some other recommendations together."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I'm not Gwen DiMarco," says Darcy, refusing to repeat what Fury asked the robot screen. She turns her attention to sifting through files.

"Looks like it wants to play janitor. Any more thoughts on this I'd like to share with you where this thing can't hear," Darcy says.

Bunny (810) has posed:
Answering Fury's question the computer screen pulls up a roster of her former crew members, once there were hundreds of them. Mostly scientist but a smattering of military to run the ship. All of them except five are listed as missing, those five are listed as dead. The text window writes out, "I wish to be helpful. I wish to have a crew. I wish to not be alone." see, no colonization, not even anyone to colonize with. Fury can be so paranoid. What could possibly go wrong?

Nick Fury has posed:
"Don't worry, Lewis," Nick Fury replies. "I'd never try to insult anyone else by comparing you to them." He allows himself a quiet chuckle.

As the crew roster and status update is provided, Fury waves over several agents. "I want you all to check out these names. See if we can cross-reference them with any SHIELD databases."

"Alright, 'Bunny'," he says after a moment, "let's get something straight. You are an entirely unknown and alien creature. We have, as of yet, literally no way to verify any of the information you're telling us. It could be true. It could be bunk. We'll have to find out. Until that time..." Fury sighs briefly. "Until that time, I'm not endorsing a single action of yours. Consider this world off-limits."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"And Wikipedia is a thing you should trust at your own risk. There are fan theories about Bobby and Mork and Mindy," states Darcy as she continues going through this thing's files.

"Are you giving me full access to all your system, R2? Cuz, you know.. alien invasions aren't always a good thing for us."

Bunny (810) has posed:
In space no one can hear you, Noooooooo!

Now she will never find out where Chuck, Richie's older brother on Happy Days, disappeared too between season one and season two! Why did he just vanish?! Why did Mr. Cunningham later tell everyone he had only two children? What happened to Chuck! Was he gay? Was that why he was always carrying around that basketball? Was it a metaphor for him being a ball fondler?

The probe prints a GIANT FROWNY FACE on the text pad then everything starts to grow back inwards to the probe as it reverts to its travel form. Someone's upset. Someone blacklisting you from an entire planet is upsetting.

Nick Fury has posed:
"Whoa, whoa!" Nick Fury calls, taking a step back from the computer as it begins to change shape again.

"Where's the damn containment crew? Are they snoozing right now?" Fury sets his jaw. "If they're not already on their way here, I know who's going to be serving as Lewis' interns for the next ten years."

The SHIELD director looks around. "At least tell me someone's got an EMP ready to set off."

"Sir," one relatively meek technician says from his seat on the control deck, "if we do that, we'll plummet to our deaths."

"Son," Fury replies, "if you're not trying to do that at least once a week, you're in the wrong job."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy pulls her hands away as the probe starts to shift after printing the frowny face. She pushes up to her feet, taking that step again to be half in front of Fury, green eyes watching the thing shifting again.

"I know I've been jokingly calling this thing R2, but I think you hurt it's damn feelings, Director," she quips over a shoulder.

Bunny (810) has posed:
When the thing finally finishes changing back to the camera drone it tries to rise but the agents try to grab it until containment is there. Three agents get it as he tries to get into the air with them pulling it down. The probe maxes out it's engines and ends up dragging them along with it a few feet while trying to shake them off. Finally it plays an audio file of a human sigh and then they vanish. The three agents and the probe are enveloped in a field of energy and are simply gone.

Nick Fury has posed:
As the robot becomes airborne and begins lifting several agents off the ground, Nick Fury shoves his way past Darcy and tries to leap for the closest of them.

Unfortunately, they blink out of existence a split-second before he reaches them, and so instead the SHIELD director lands, shoulder-first, on the floor. His breath rushes out of him with a loud "Hoooohhhh."

Fury pushes himself to a sitting position, where he points at the nearest SHIELD operative. "Start tracking those three down YESTERDAY. Whatever resources you need."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Shoved past, Darcy is not really steady on the five inch stillettos and she topples over to the floor with a loud ooof! Add another set of bruises to the ones that were nearly gone. She looks up from teh floor, far too slow to do much of anything. Hearing the orders, Darcy sighs lightly and starts working to get herself up to her feet.

Bunny (810) has posed:
It isn't hard to track them down because they aren't gone long. In fact here is one of them now appearing in the air just above fury and falling towards the deck now that he's not in Zero-G. He was the first to let go of the probe but he won't be the last! Another agent appears a few feet to the left and three feet in the air. The last agent, he stay missing a little longer.

Nick Fury has posed:
The SHIELD director does his best to roll out of the way of the suddenly-reappearing and falling agents.

Once they all make contact with the deck floor, Fury blinks and catches his breath. "Good job," he mutters, waving offhandedly at Darcy. "Might be a new record for missing persons."

Fury slowly gets to his feet, moving at roughly the same pace as the returned agents.

"So," the one-eyed director says, "you best believe the three of you are headed to the med bay for immediate quarantine and inspection. In fact," he adds, "we've got to lock down this entire deck. We were, after all, exposed to an alien computer...robot...thing."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Who totally did not seem hell-bent on destroying the planet but more in cleaning up our mess and figuring out what happened on all the best and worst of our television programming from the late 20th century. I was trying to get access to it's systems before you went all grr-faced on it and make it sad-face emoji, Director," Darcy says, tone way too close to chiding for anyone's comfort. But, at least it's still polite? I mean. She didn't out right call him an emotionless asshat like she could have.

Bunny (810) has posed:
The agents recover from their fall, disoriented after back to back transports. "Yes, Sir. We were onboard the ship sir. A large spherical room, looked like it might have been some kind of bridge. There was a central platform, we were standing on and there were large windows looking out into space. Then the gravity shut off, reversed and shut off again." the other agent confirms the story, "Once I let go I was back here." neither officer will have seen any aliens. Just a big empty purple and pink ship.

As the bridge goes into lockdown the third officer appears and drops gracefully to the floor. He seemed to have been more prepared for his return, "Sir." he says after turning around and finding Fury. "The alien gave me this. I think it meant it for you, sir. " the officer says, "It played a pop song about here's my number, call me maybe. I think it's some kind of communicator." the device is a microwave transmitter. Fury would have to stand outside to use it because the hull would block the transmission of such a small transmitter made of human tech but it's enough to alert the alien when he's ready to apologize.

Nick Fury has posed:
Sighing in response to Darcy's words, Fury shakes his head. "Bureaucrats. Always trying to desk-splain how espionage works. Incorrectly."

As the one agent hands Fury the small device, the director looks at it on his flattened palm. "Let's get some specialists looking at this, too." He turns to Darcy. "I'll assume, at least, you're not going to make a 180 on your technology position just because I'm opting for the most secure approach we can take?"

Meanwhile, a number of technicians in clean suits begin setting up a decontamination area in the hallway outside the main deck.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Hey. You do you, Director. I'm just the paperclip pusher," Darcy quips once back on her feet. She finds her tablet so she can go back to inventory.

Bunny (810) has posed:
They will find it's exactly what they think it is. A more boxy version of the communicator from Star Trek. He can use it to call the ship with a push of the only button. Made from all human tech, with all earth materials. The only weird thing they will find on it is when they put the circuit board under a microscope there is a single dead silicon based life form, like a bacteria only completely alien to what science knows about carbon based life. Like a trace of DNA the dead bacteria was left there when it died mid-use during construction. This alone hints at just how advanced and alien this ship is. This one little microscopic bacteria will make scientists have to rethink the definition of life.

Meanwhile in space Bunny turns on all the TV and pumps helium into her atmosphere. Like watching TV with a good tub of whiskey and ice-cream she consoles herself with light intoxication while beaming up carbon from the earth's atmosphere, binge eating.