Captain Sikorsky [Must See]

A pause. The disc’s amber ring pulsed three times—green, blue, green. Then a synthetic voice, gentle and accentless, came through the speakers: “Acknowledged, Captain Sikorsky. Maintain heading. We will guard your starboard side. The sky is cold, but you are not alone.”

“Captain,” Zhukov whispered, “protocol says—” captain sikorsky

“Captain,” Zhukov said quietly, “that thing is playing with us.” A pause

“It’s transmitting data,” the comms officer said, voice cracking. “Sir, it’s transmitting to us. Binary at first, then… it switched to basic ICAO aviation English phraseology. It just sent ‘request fly with you.’” Maintain heading

“I know what protocol says,” Sikorsky interrupted. Report unknown contact. Do not engage. Do not deviate from mission flight path. But protocols assumed the unknown was a new Russian missile or a NATO drone. Not this. Not a thing that asked permission to fly beside you.

Co-pilot Zhukov leaned forward, his mustache brushing the instrument panel. “Da. Big. No transponder. No heat signature. No radar return until thirty seconds ago, and now it’s… just sitting there.”

“Sir, it’s cold. Colder than the water below. And heavy. Magnetic flux is off the scale.”