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It was a regular Monday morning. Angela Li went through the budget one more time to see if she could divert any more funds away from all the useless things like textbooks and teaching aids and into something important like tailored kevlar body armor for herself. It wasn't looking too good so far so she wondered what scheme she could con the students into this time. The swimsuit calender the Ruttheimer boy suggested would be lucrative but some of the mothers might object. Hmmm... what to do, what to do.

There was a peculiar noise coming from outside, a little like distant thunder but it seemed to be continuous, and getting nearer. She stood and looked out of the window just in time to see a large dark red craft float down from the sky and land on three sturdy articulated legs. It was at least sixty feet from end to end and vaguely insectile in it's configuration. It had markings on it but not in any alphabet that she'd ever seen. Despite it's mass it settled gently on the lawn and it's engines, the source of the rumbling noise, wound down to silence.

She stepped tentatively through the front doors of the school with the faculty and a large group of students behind her, curiously silent. 911, her contacts at the military and even the public number for the CIA in Washington had hung up on her, laughing. "If there was a spaceship we'd have seen it, that's what all those satellites and Air Force Space Command is for, don't worry your little head about it... are you on medication?" None of those billion dollar systems had seen the ship. The guy from the SETI Institute sounded like he was high and just giggled uncontrollably. Even the local cops thought she was another crank call "I'm sure it's a weather baloon, lady" so she was on her own. Damned regulations wouldn't even allow firearms in the school for her security staff!

Thus it was that Angela Li, school principal, was tasked with making First Contact with an alien race. The ship had remained eerily silent for a while but then with heart-stopping suddenness a ramp extended from the ship and a portal slid up. Gases escaped through the doorway and a bright light shone out, illuminating the silhouette of a tall humanoid figure. He advanced into the daylight. He looked almost human, tall, black haired, clean shaven, his eyes had a slightly Asian cast to them but his skin was very pale, almost like parchment. He stepped slowly down the ramp, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. He wore long robes and a metallic looking hooded cloak. The students gasped as he took down the hood revealing pointed ears. He was an alien.

The man approached Angela, obviously making an effort to be non-threatening. He raised his right hand again and parted the fingers into two pairs, making a V. He said something which Angela knew was an alien tongue but somehow arrived in her head as "Live long and prosper."

She tried to mimic his salute but couldn't manage it so she offered a handshake instead and said "Thanks. Please... could you tell me, why did you come here?"

"Greetings to you. I am Commander Stavek of the Vulcan Science Vessel Shi'Kahr. We would not normally interfere with a pre-warp civilization but our sensors indicate that a member of our race, a survivor of a crash landing seventeen of your standard solar orbits ago, is alive and currently attending this educational institution. I apologize for this racially uncharacteristic display of emotion but the child is my own offspring, T'Dar."

Angela Li nodded, finally understanding. "Miss Morgendorffer! It's for YOU - OO."

Quinn snapped her fingers and said "I knew it!" Jodie handed Mack a dollar. Jane... poor Jane... she looked at her only friend as she calmly brushed her hair back behind her ears... her pointy ears... and said "I always knew I was adopted, now I know why." She smiled her demi-smile at Jane and said "Thanks amiga, don't worry... I'll be back. I bet they don't have pizza on Vulcan."

All recognizable Daria characters are the intellectual property of Glenn Eichler and MTV/Viacom.

Star Trek is the intellectual property of Gene Rodenberry and CBS.

This is fan fiction/fan art, done for fun and no money is being made.

This original story 2012 Peetz5050

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It was a regular Monday morning. Angela Li went through the budget one more time to see if she could divert any more funds away from all the useless things like textbooks and teaching aids and into something important like tailored kevlar body armor for herself. It wasn't looking too good so far so she wondered what scheme she could con the students into this time. The swimsuit calender the Ruttheimer boy suggested would be lucrative but some of the mothers might object. Hmmm... what to do, what to do.

There was a peculiar noise coming from outside, a little like distant thunder but it seemed to be continuous, and getting nearer. She stood and looked out of the window just in time to see a large dark red craft float down from the sky and land on three sturdy articulated legs. It was at least sixty feet from end to end and vaguely insectile in it's configuration. It had markings on it but not in any alphabet that she'd ever seen. Despite it's mass it settled gently on the lawn and it's engines, the source of the rumbling noise, wound down to silence.

She stepped tentatively through the front doors of the school with the faculty and a large group of students behind her, curiously silent. 911, her contacts at the military and even the public number for the CIA in Washington had hung up on her, laughing. "If there was a spaceship we'd have seen it, that's what all those satellites and Air Force Space Command is for, don't worry your little head about it... are you on medication?" None of those billion dollar systems had seen the ship. The guy from the SETI Institute sounded like he was high and just giggled uncontrollably. Even the local cops thought she was another crank call "I'm sure it's a weather baloon, lady" so she was on her own. Damned regulations wouldn't even allow firearms in the school for her security staff!

Thus it was that Angela Li, school principal, was tasked with making First Contact with an alien race. The ship had remained eerily silent for a while but then with heart-stopping suddenness a ramp extended from the ship and a portal slid up. Gases escaped through the doorway and a bright light shone out, illuminating the silhouette of a tall humanoid figure. He advanced into the daylight. He looked almost human, tall, black haired, clean shaven, his eyes had a slightly Asian cast to them but his skin was very pale, almost like parchment. He stepped slowly down the ramp, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. He wore long robes and a metallic looking hooded cloak. The students gasped as he took down the hood revealing pointed ears. He was an alien.

The man approached Angela, obviously making an effort to be non-threatening. He raised his right hand again and parted the fingers into two pairs, making a V. He said something which Angela knew was an alien tongue but somehow arrived in her head as "Live long and prosper."

She tried to mimic his salute but couldn't manage it so she offered a handshake instead and said "Thanks. Please... could you tell me, why did you come here?"

"Greetings to you. I am Commander Stavek of the Vulcan Science Vessel Shi'Kahr. We would not normally interfere with a pre-warp civilization but our sensors indicate that a member of our race, a survivor of a crash landing seventeen of your standard solar orbits ago, is alive and currently attending this educational institution. I apologize for this racially uncharacteristic display of emotion but the child is my own offspring, T'Dar."

Angela Li nodded, finally understanding. "Miss Morgendorffer! It's for YOU - OO."

Quinn snapped her fingers and said "I knew it!" Jodie handed Mack a dollar. Jane... poor Jane... she looked at her only friend as she calmly brushed her hair back behind her ears... her pointy ears... and said "I always knew I was adopted, now I know why." She smiled her demi-smile at Jane and said "Thanks amiga, don't worry... I'll be back. I bet they don't have pizza on Vulcan."

All recognizable Daria characters are the intellectual property of Glenn Eichler and MTV/Viacom.

Star Trek is the intellectual property of Gene Rodenberry and CBS.

This is fan fiction/fan art, done for fun and no money is being made.

This original story 2012 Peetz5050