“I accidentally called Section 31 “Area 51″ and just made a headcanon for myself about where Section 31 came from.”
Its April of 2063, a lone man stares out the window of his office of area 51. He is smoking a cigar, staring at the night sky. Intelligence reports just came out about strange happenings in a small run down town in Montana. The man makes a note to send someone over to investigate before wild rumors of aliens start flying as he puts out his used cigar.
As he lights up his second cigar, he sees a bright light in the distance, it looks like a satellite dropping to earth, but it doesn’t look like its falling very fast. He goes over to his personal telescope and looks through, he can just make out the faint shape of a ship of strange design, a shuttlecraft perhaps. He telephones down to his underling to find out whats going on.
An hour later he gets the news, a strange alien race, called Vulcans, have initiated first contact with a human named Zefram Cochrane. The man puts down his cigar as he looks over the reports. The truth was out, we really aren’t alone, and there was nothing more Area 51 could do to stop this knowledge, especially since the US government also issued orders to disband.
He twisted his chair around and leaned back, pausing before getting out of the chair. He walked over to a sealed cabinet, unlocked it, and pulled out an envelope labeled “Section 31″, he never thought he would need it, but the time has come, someone needs to protect Earth after all. The man knows it won’t be official, it’ll be an off the record organization, dangerous, but needed in his mind, and he knows a few people in the world governments that would sympathize with him.
He tucks the envelope under his arm, and walks out of the room, it’s doubtful anyone would hear from him again.
Ahhhhh Hello, I really liked ur headcanon and kinda rolled with it!!!!
THIS IS AMAZING AND I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED IT.