Polaris

Polaris | The Flight Fight |

As the three dots grew closer on the green radar screen, Alex was contacted and informed of the plan. There was no way that they would escape unscathed and unnoticed. Chris looked at the b-5102 fighter jet. He noticed a name carved on the edge cockpit window. The name read, 'Captain Fred' which surprised him at first, until he realized that Fred was the same man that dealt with the rest of the alfa's aliens. Jacob was with him.
"Noah they're at the door." Cat whispered.

As they walked to the door General Alisxes notified Fred and Jacob to get into combat formation.
Jacob looked at Fred, "Are you sure Alex would steal a UFO? It's not like him. We all heard the story about him." Fred rolled his eyes,
"Dude, you realize that all of that was fake, right? Chris is stealing the UFO so that he can destroy Area 51 and take over America!"
"You don't even know Chris that well do you!?
Fred scowled, "No but that's what anyone would do. Luckily you have me! I've fought in multiple battles, killed multitudes of aliens, AND fought the Alfa himself!"
"But did you win!?" Jacob knew he had him against the wall.
"No but have you!?" Fred said regaining his pride. General Alisxes became furious,
"Knock it off ladies! Save the braggin' for story time. We've got a heist on our hands." As General Alisxes slowly reached his hand towards the hanger door handle, they heard a CRACK, then, WOSH WOSH. The three Air Force soldiers looked up to see two UFOs smash through the selling of the hanger, then blast off.
"Quick! Scramble the jets, alert the President, and get Jacob and Fred's fighter jet fueled and ready! We have two rogue UFOs heading north!" General Alisxes yelled into his walky talky.

"Guys. We did it. I'm not seeing any jets on my radar." Noah said happily. Then, "Wait... There's one dot... Now two.. Three.. FIFTEEN!?!?! Fifteen is moving very fast!" Chris looked at the radar,
"Fred." He whispered to himself. Cat rushed to the top turret and Bell ran to the lower turret. Chris found a middle turret and decided to use it. Soon they were all firing at the battalion of fighters rushing at them. Alex's UFO, though he was ahead of the Roswell UFO, was getting mangled and riddled with bullets. Though they weren't doing much to harm his UFO yet. Noah looked at a blinding red button that read directly underneath it, 'Superspace' in purple letters. Next to it was a purple gauge that seemed to be shifting to 'Ready'.
"Alex!" Noah said through the radio.
"---Yeah?---" Alex said through static.
"Check your dashboard. Is there a red button blinking? Does it read Superspace?"
Noah could hardly make out what Alex was saying, "---Yes-a-d-yes.-Why-"
"That's how we get out of here! Get ready to push it on my mark." Noah returned focus on the radar. There were now only five dots left. Yet they seemed to dodge every shot they took at them. Suddenly Alex's radio buzzed, soon he was hearable over the loud static,
"----No-h!----The----r-d--but-on!---t's----n-t---ed---ymor-!" Alex seemed to be in a panic. Noah looked over at Alex's UFO. It was shot right under the hull and green liquid was spilling out in massive amounts. He was losing Superspace fuel. Alex's radio suddenly stopped emitting static and was transmitting clear messages.
"Chris, I recognize the fuel. It's Fuelex and it's highly explosive!" Alex said through the clear connection, "Those jets will kill the both of us if someone doesn't do anything about them."
"Don't do it Alex! We need as many people as possible to destroy the man behind 2187. Heck we don't even know what he is capable of yet!" Bell ran inside with here hands over her face.
"I know... But if there isn't anyone to fight him, then what's the point?" Alex's UFO started to slow down.
"Wait? You can just jump onto our UFO from your hanger door! Just get closer and then you don't need to sacrifice yourself!" Chris said over the radio. Alex's UFO nudged closer to the Roswell UFO until it was only a few feet away. As the hanger door of Alex's UFO began to open both ship's hull started to get pummeled with bullets. Alex looked at the Roswell UFO as it's metallic hanger door opened.
Alex looked down at the earth, as the desert became smaller and Area 51 disappeared, "I don't know about this Chris! I don't think I'll make it!" Alex yelled over the sound of wind brushing past his face. Chris rushed onto the door to confront Alex. Bell followed.
"Just jump I'll catch you!" Chris yelled stretching out his arms then Cat and Bell did the same.
Alex readied himself. Suddenly a bullet hit the door, stunning Alex.
"It's plane number 3!" Noah yelled from the cockpit while trying to keep the UFO steady. The red button was not blazing red. The gauge read, 'Ready' it was now or never.
"Jacob! Jacob is number three! Don't shoot plane number-" Chris suddenly was interrupted by a missile being fired. It was heading for Alex; Alex was still regaining strength. Chris ran with enormous speed towards Noah,
"QUICK GET CLOSER!!!" Chris yelled to Noah. Chris grabbed one of the pistons that held up the door and reached out his hand, hopping to grab Alex's UFO. Alex finally got up but was having trouble hearing. Chris was much more hesitant now with the missile growing nearer, so he yelled to Alex as loud as he could,
"Alex you need to jump NOW!" Chris yelled. The missile was seconds away from them. Noah looked at the radar. The missile had switched directions and started to head towards the Roswell UFO.
Alex had looked at the radar too and yelled back over, "Chris. The missile is aimed at you now. Thanks for being a good friend. Say by to Bell, Noah, and Cat for me would ya." At that Alex closed the hanger door and swerved the UFO away from Chris. Time seemed to slow. Chris watched as the missile passed straight through the strange metal hull of the UFO and puncture the Fuelex tank. Noah looked at the radar screen to see all of the dots disappear except for one. Number fifteen. Bell activated the middle turret and shot Fred's wing. As Fred slowly distended towards the ground Chris closed the hanger door. The last dot on the radar blipped away. Chris turned off the radar, hoping not to think about how all his friends might be dead. Noah look down at the dashboard and saw the red button, he pushed it, and they blasted off through the galaxy towards Polaris.