"This Is Your Roswell"
"Frrriiimm! Frrimm gukk gukk la lohe! Grikk grikk dowdu...."
"Himnol? Hunna sa lo?", incredulously replied the smaller of the two fluffy silver-haired creatures. Regardless of whatever had been the reluctance of the being, they slowly relaxed as the other fluffball lowered the small, beat up craft. A slight creak and a groan later, the vehicle rested soundly on top of the rocky formation overlooking the low plains of the northern continent. A cool breeze meet the two as panels opened on the sides of the small transport, gently raising wispy tuffs of hair back and skyward as if to tease the miniatures into a lift off. Padded feet bounced the smaller one up onto the vehicle top.
"Elja se to-od kama-muh-muh! Horte wi!", Scoffing at this as the smaller one flicked a tiny purple tongue out of black lips, a thin-snouted puffy cloud smirked right back at the other face as it bounced a couple of times before securing its position on top of the craft's hood next to its partner. A quick, playful swat to the side of the ear seemed to pay for the "insult" suffered by the slower fluffster, the two of them settling in close and chattering incomprehensibly for too long before finally nestling heads.
A gasp and high-pitched squeal parted from the smaller one's lips. Wonderment abounded as lights made their debut across the sky, streaking cosmic fireworks as meteors flung from the dark of space showed off on a screen made of night. Wide eyes and bright stars witnessed the rare treat for what must have seemed like an eternity, small frames that had once bounced excitedly at the first streak of light only shifting to occasionally point and gesture at the spectacle before finally huddling together in the brisk, late hours.
A silvery snout leaned in for an opportunistic nuzzle when a sudden flash briefly illuminated the sky before dulling to a still bright glow, the bad actor unceremoniously drawing attention from what little was left of the lightshow as it zig-zagged ever faster and ever closer across the stage. Riled fluff shot up, as did the bodies it belonged to as it all scrambled to find the controls for the dinky craft's side panels, making purchase before releasing the doors and swinging frantically for them as a shockwave struck the earth of the plains. Little action figures clung to the craft before managing to swiftly bounce inside as the rock formation started to move. Tiny appendages on tiny limbs desperately initiated a start up sequence, waking up an old angry engine that growled like a feral beast of the underbrush so commonly seen in the more untamed areas of this wild planet as the two climbed into the atmosphere.
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Clear skies gave way to curtains of billowing swirls of dust, turning a steady ascent to dizzy sways and maneuvers as the pilot struggled to right a now coordinate and sensor-blocked flying can. Barely visible traces of sky chanced into the window viewer as sobbing mouths grimaced for a hope of a beeline to safety. Smokey earthen winds thinned bit by bit as the old busted engine growled its final warning, sending small craft and small cargo free falling into what...into what?!
"Tihd se to-od qui-qui cakt!" "Li la mur mak! Kwuh-laaah!" Howling wails pierced the cockpit as soft, fine-fluffed digits gripped and held each creature for dear life itself; a sickening series of warnings leaping off gaudy bright screens and out of loud, popping speakers. A bang and long scuttle of screeching metal came to a halt, engine failure mercifully triggering emergency craft descenders to slow the fall just enough to not break apart the craft and the bones of the huddling fluff inside.
Blackness met any face, sensor, or camera in or on the craft for the next several minutes. Hissing static followed as a tertiary back up power supply, apparently one of the few things going for the crashed wannabe antique; returned power to the internal controls for the craft's exit panels, cockpit controls, a dim light bulb, and stupidly excessive recording equipment. No movement managed to trigger a sensor until the big puffball's shaking face gradually moved off the shoulder of the smaller friend, coming to its senses to check on its partner. The smaller one stirred, leaving the worried fluffy a moment to inspect its ownself before being grabbed for a passionate purple-tongued lick on the jaw. It could only respond with as much muster that could be expected of such a thing, grabbing the smaller one and softly whining as it rocked it in an itty-bitty hug.
Mind perhaps to the limited supply of power, silvery digits slowly worked the passenger side panel open after a futile attempt on the pilot side. The creatures slid to the ground. Or what was supposed to be ground. Cool metal blacker than the blackest void imaged by the artists of renown greeted the pads of soft toes and brought on renewed shock as a construct stretched on and on within the gaze of the beings. Eventually the mistake was made of looking down, the plains of destroyed fields meeting their eyes as they and their nearly crumbled toy of a private aircraft perched on the edge of a cliff formed from what could only once have been a colossal spaceship; the likes of which they had never seen in media of truth or fiction.