Solar Warden

Encounter Part 1

August 1992. In a control room somewhere in the US.

"Sir, we have the object on radar, again. It's heading for Alaska," the radar control officer informed.

"Update our interceptor. This time we have a chance," the superior ordered.

Near the border of Canada was a TR-3B plane flying in the dark sky.

"You will head to Alaska. Sending you the interception vector now," came through the radio of the pilot.

"Roger. I'm on my way," the pilot confirmed. He was altering the course and accelerating fast. With Mach five at high altitude he was approaching his destination. Still it took a bit of time to get there and finally he could spot his target.

"Control, I've got visual. Permission to engage?" the pilot asked.

"Confirm target speed," the control replied.

"Target is at Mach five point three. I'm in weapons range now," the pilot informed.

"Eagle One. You are clear to engage," the control ordered after a short pause.

"Confirm engaging target," the pilot confirmed and was locking on with the microwave guns.

"Firing," the pilot informed as he pulled the trigger.

There was some strange sound to hear and nothing to see. But the target seemed to respond. It was decelerating and losing altitude.

"I got a hit response should I fire again to be sure?" the pilot asked.

"Negative, hold the distance and follow it. Our special forces are on their way to secure the area."

The unidentified object was further decelerating, now below Mach one. It was already close to the ground and seemed not to have control of its flight path anymore. Behind it was the interceptor at a distance of one mile, also decelerating further as the impact was imminent. Below was now a flat snowy terrain. The object with its flat triangular bottom side seemed to have some kind of aerodynamics. It was not truly gliding but the nose was nearly in the horizontal. The falling speed was still high. So it crashed into the snow and slid ahead further, lifting a bit off, then borrowing through the snow. His follower decelerated further and as the crashing object stopped he did the same hovering at a distance of one point five miles. Now as he hovered four red-yellow lights were shining at the bottom of the interceptor. There were three on each corner and one in the middle.

"The object has crashed transferring coordinates," the pilot radioed.

"Capture and recovery team will arrive in 23 minutes. Guard it till then," the control replied.

The interceptor was now strafing in a circle around it, to check also the surrounding area.

As informed 23 minutes later three helicopters were landing near the object and squads in full ABC suits were jumping out. Two of them searched for a door to open. Others were securing the area.

The interceptor pilot could not see the details but somehow the two managed to enter the object on the backside.

"We are inside," came over the radio. Then there was silence again.

Further two helicopters were approaching.

"They are dead. No one survived. We need body bags," came over radio.

Two on the outside were getting the bags and then entering.

After some time, all four with two filled body bags came out and carried them to a nearby helicopter.

"OK. Crash site secured. We are now preparing the transport," came over radio.

"Eagle One, affirmative. I will leave now," the pilot informed all and turned the aircraft then accelerated without noise away.

A transport helicopter was coming in for a possible recovery option.