The Explorer’s Log – Captains Report – 3122
National Space Agency Security Memo:
Interview with Franklin Aigstar, sole survivor of Mission 239
Evidence of Intergalactic Invasion via new weapon. Tele-Transporters? Three dead Martians in ship’s cold storage lockers. Crew’s bodies stored in secure, and climate-controlled, capsules in the ship’s hold. Blood traces found in numerous locations.
Interview Room – NSAS – Earth
“Can I call you Frank?” the detective asked, after sipping his coffee.
“You can call me whatever you want,” Franklin grumbled.
“Is this the way it’s going to be?” the detective inquired with a sigh.
“Listen. I’ve already talked with three other guys and you know what? They all asked the same questions! I gave them all the same answers. And now, I’m supposed to sit here and be civil for the fourth time around?”
“How do you know I’m going to ask the same questions?”
Pause. “Okay. Ask away.”
“How many Martians did you kill when they attacked?”
“Really? Like I told the others, I killed one of them. Crew members killed the other two. So much for asking something new,” Franklin added with a tone of disgust.
“We’re just trying to find out everything we can. This was the first time the Martians attacked us like this. We can’t leave one stone unturned. High command is in contact with our genius pool, with orders to come up with a defense against this type of attack.”
“I understand how serious this is. I’m lucky to have survived, like I told the others.”
“Let me review my notes for a moment. Okay. You didn’t see how the other two Martians were killed. Right?”
“That’s right. When I heard someone shout my name, I turned a saw a Martian coming at me with that long blade you have on the table here. I was able to turn this blade into my attacker, gutting him in the process.
As for the other two Martians; I found one in the kitchen, surrounded by dead cooks and support staff. It was chopped up pretty good. The other was in the engine room. It’s mangled remains were also surrounded by dead crew members,” Franklin explained.
“I searched the rest of the ship and discovered I was the only survivor. That’s when I sent out the intergalactic SOS,” he testily concluded.
Ignoring Franklin’s impatience, the detective said, “You were a crew of twelve right?”
“Oh come on! You know the answer to that. Why ask me?”
“You know why Frank, the ship’s manifest lists twelve crew members. You make number thirteen. How do you explain that?”
“That’s easy. I wasn’t a crew member. I was a passenger.”
The detective’s eyes opened in surprise.
“What were you doing on a secret government mission?”
“I’m a translator, and only one of three humans on earth, able to understand and speak Martian.”
“I’m impressed Frank.”
“Can I leave now?”
“Not quite yet. I have a couple of more questions. Are you getting hungry? I can order some takeout if you’d like.”
Franklin shifted uneasily in his chair. He seemed to be wrestling for an answer.
“No. I’m fine. Just tired of sitting in here.”
“I can assure you I’ll do everything in my power to hurry this investigation up. Okay? I have a question. I just got a call in my earphone. One of my assistants has finished calculating how far the Explorer flew before turning back to earth.
“Do you know how far it is from the earth to Mars?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well, here’s the thing; the ship’s readouts show it went to Mars, and then came back here. Did you actually make it to Mars? It’s time to tell the truth Frank!”
“That’s enough you stupid earthling! I’m also here on a secret mission. To conquer the earth!”
With that, Franklin jumped up, reached across the table and choked the detective to death before his body hit the ground!
As It Stands, secret missions make good stories to share.