In Which Aliens Take Over the Academic Centers of the World

It is the first day of classes, my first day on a college campus. The entirety of the freshman class except for me knows what they are doing, as I have arrived slightly late. I am slightly frustrated with my mother for delaying my arrival. From my position on a hill above the rest of campus, I gather that as an introductory activity someone has organized a scavenger hunt. A group of students is headed my way, and I drop into step behind them, for lack of anything better to do.
We hike down the hill, and the sun has set. They abandon me in the fluorescent darkness at some sort of landing pad. I find myself prisoner to a platoon of hostile aliens. Little do they know, we have gathered our forces and are organizing a counerstrike against the invasion. The hour of the university's salvation draws nigh.
The landing bay doors open, signaling the arrival of an alien ship and an orange light, as if from the inside of a volcano, spills over the platform. As the craft begins its descent, myself and the other prisoners draw our weapons. We shoot our guards, then hide behind a bulwark as the invaders disembark. Before they can react, we reveal ourselves, kill everyone, and claim the ship as our own.
The inside is very cramped and the controls are, obviously, in a language unknown to us. But we are able to contact other ships in the force that our compatriots have seized. We begin our pincer movement, zeroing in on the center of the university, the hub of the alien activity.
To strengthen their defenses, the extraterrestrials have grown rock around their control center. To reach them, we must burrow through the carapace to the center. We enter through an abandoned mine shaft. The steel flooring impedes our small vessel somewhat, but the rising temperature soon melts the floors, widening the shafts and dissipateing that concern. The glowing magma contrasts the neon green lights of the cockpit.