The corridors were relatively narrow, and the ceilings seemed to be slightly lower than found in most houses. Myka gently grasped her left elbow and drew her into a tube that slowly lifted them up another two levels. "Gravity nullification?" she asked him quietly.
"Yes Jennifer."
He stepped off and wended his way through a dozen or so of his crew. All of them stared at Jennifer, making her feel more than a little uneasy. She tried to greet each one of them, but gave up before long. Finally, he led her into a relatively large room and guided her to an open spot on the floor. "I will need to explain to the technicians what I wish to do. Please wait here."
"Okay," she said, feeling extremely self-conscious. Nearby, two Wakira sat behind consoles of some kind, staring right at her. She tried to ignore the stares, but failed utterly within moments. She turned and stared right back at them. "My guess is that you are security or perhaps intelligence. You're concerned that I might be a Terran spy who will pass on valuable information to the authorities." Both heads jerked back. "We are Level 6 technology, according to your mission commander. Do you honestly think that I can determine the functions of this ship and the science behind the technology just by looking at the controls? Does that not seem illogical?" She raised an eyebrow, in tribute to her favorite fictional alien. The two aliens blinked twice then sat back in their chairs. "I understand the need for security. I also understand that inviting an alien on board a ship is highly unusual. But this break with tradition is for a good purpose -- the furtherance of your mission, and the avoidance of unnecessary violence. Is that not a good thing?" The Wakira didn't respond, and pretended to shift their attention to the consoles they sat behind. "I'll take that as a yes," she said finally, then turned back towards where Myka was gesturing with a subordinate.
A moment later, two displays sprang into existence in thin air, about 8 feet in front of her. The one of the left showed the late evening sky looking towards the northwest it seemed. The one on the right showed several twin-engined aircraft flying in formation. While Jennifer watched, Myka returned along with the subordinate. Myka's eyes followed where Jennifer was looking -- the display with the planes. "FA-22s I think," she commented without being asked.
"Female?" the subordinate said. She turned to look at him. "Are you ready for the transmission?"
"You may call me Jennifer. And I believe that I am. When I dip my head," she nodded to show him, "you may begin. When I bring my right hand across my hips, you should terminate the transmission". The subordinate lifted a hand to shoulder-level and rotated it from side-to-side then returned to his post. "Where do I look, Myka?"
"In between the displays, at the top. There is a audio-video pickup there."
"Are you going to be standing beside me?"
"No. I think it would be best if we Wakira did not appear in the transmission."
"Okay. I promise to not reveal anything that might cause a security problem for you," she glanced at the two males who were both listening intensely. "I may need clarification. Please don't hesitate to correct any mistakes that I make".
He assured her that he would do so, then moved off to the side. Jennifer looked at the spot Myka had indicated, swallowed hard, then nodded.
"Good evening, everyone. My name is Jennifer Hodges. I'm a nursing assistant in the county clinic here in Jewel Nebraska. No doubt, some of you have heard reports and rumors about alien spacecraft having been seen flying around the country, and perhaps even alien spacecraft having landed here in the United States. I'm here to tell you that those rumors are actually quite true.
"Around 7:15 this evening, local time, an alien spacecraft landed in the high school football field here in Jewel Nebraska. Moments later, a larger spacecraft of a different shape and design arrived and is now hovering over the landing site. A black energy curtain is currently emanating from this larger ship, surrounding the landing site, and several blocks around.
"Now, I'm sure that somewhere, some guy who has had a few too many to drink is telling everyone willing to listen that he's heard that the aliens are orange, have tentacles, and are raping the women and eating babies. The thing to