Broken Fountains and Terrified Techies
"Wilson!" Mike Bloomberg called out. "Why is there some alien spacecraft in my office? The call log says you were the agent who took the last transmission before it showed up! This company provides IT consulting in Staten Island, not a garage for some SETI socialite!"
"I don't know, Mr. Bloomberg. They took over my desktop, and I was talking to this guy in a gray uniform with strange horizontal pips on the front-left shoulder, and a bunch of guys in white in the background, and then--- blamo! This spaceship shows up!"
Bloomberg sighed. "Alright, well... get back to your desk," and he turned on his heel, walking toward the Imperial troop transport that had crushed a vending machine and destroyed a fountain. Before he could formulate another thought, a huge ramp like a tongue opened up beneath what was apparently a navigational viewing port. The little man Wilson had described came jogging down, followed by no less than 50 stormtroopers with blasters pointed at anyone and anything that moved in the Tekie Geek offices. Three women gasped and one skinny guy with floppy hair screamed, such action characterizing the next several minutes as Bloomberg walked up to the gray-uniformed man and said, "What's the big idea, you parking your spaceship in my office! We provide IT consulting in Staten Island, not spaceport docking services! Why don't you go look up the boys at NASA!"
