[ IP ] Battleship Entering the City

`` -Identifier E1034-C Crusader-class battleship entering the city, requesting transmission of authorization codes…'' 
 
 `` E1034-C, please respond.'' 
 
 `` E1034-C, this is your final warning. Transmit your authorisation codes or-'' 
 
 A horrible screeching sound blasted out across all frequencies. The ship tilted to one side, its prow crashing into an apartment block. Glass and debris fell in a fine glittering snow down to the undercity, and smoke began to rise from the ship's engines to stain the clean air. People inside the building began to run as the structure itself sagged, their yells mixing with the peal of alarms and the ship's *noise, * that ungodly screeching. 
 
 The operator had unplugged his headset, but his ears were still ringing from their brief exposure to the sound. He wondered if it was the noise of a machine, or something else… and through the viewport he watched as the battleship began to fall out of sight. He felt around on his desk for the manual, knocking over his coffee in the process, and flicked through it until he found the page that told him what the hell to do when a ship appears out of nowhere and crashes into a building right in front of your eyes. Who would you even call for that? The police? The military? He did n't have either of those numbers, so he just hit the operator alarm. Another sound joined the chorus outside. The block opposite finally tore free of its supports and fell. 
 
 Something dripped onto the operator's leg. He swore and stood up, wiping at the coffee stain. There was coffee everywhere. The floor beneath him creaked ominously, and he decided that his shift was probably over anyway. Hell, his whole damn career was probably over. He wondered if this was as bad as how he'd left his last job. Probably. But that had n't been his fault either. It was just his luck. 
 
 With another muttered curse, the operator grabbed his jacket from the back of his seat and went out into the corridor. He'd never even had to ask for a ship to send its codes before. It was n't fair. `` Just my luck,'' he said out loud as he called the elevator. 
 
 Admittedly, he should n't have fallen asleep. The sounds of the incoming transmissions had always woken him when he had a job to do. The elevator doors closed and he began to descend. It was just that he always got a little tired after lunch, and the chair was so comfy… 
 
 Suddenly, the elevator lurched to a halt. `` Oh, you have got to be…'' 
 Then he heard the screeching sound again and his voice died. It was n't coming from a speaker. It was coming from right outside the doors…
