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New Release “Power”
Power is here! You can download it from Smashwords right now, and it will be available via Nook, Kindle or any other eBook store by the end of the month. Power is the 3rd book of the Crim and Denek Chronicles so if you haven’t read the first two feel free to download Freedom and Choice so you know what is going on. The story is going back ward so if the book number, as you notice Freedom is book 00, Choice is book -01 and Power is -02; FYI: that negative sign is not a typo.
These short stories are free for your enjoyment. All we ask is your kindness in dropping us a note, a review, a thought etc of what you read. It may be positive or negative, just not unnecessary harsh and/or foul language, as it would give the author insights on how to improve his story and writing style. Thank you for all your support!
Have fun reading!

New Release “Power”

Power is here! You can download it from Smashwords right now, and it will be available via Nook, Kindle or any other eBook store by the end of the month. Power is the 3rd book of the Crim and Denek Chronicles so if you haven’t read the first two feel free to download Freedom and Choice so you know what is going on. The story is going back ward so if the book number, as you notice Freedom is book 00, Choice is book -01 and Power is -02; FYI: that negative sign is not a typo.

These short stories are free for your enjoyment. All we ask is your kindness in dropping us a note, a review, a thought etc of what you read. It may be positive or negative, just not unnecessary harsh and/or foul language, as it would give the author insights on how to improve his story and writing style. Thank you for all your support!

Have fun reading!

 
Tiny Earth Declares War On EarthA short story by J. T. PearsonPost 5
The king pushed the button again and the horses and the ranch disappeared back into the wall.
“How about a compromise, King Johnson? How about shrinking us down to ten percent of our original size? Then we could still live in our big houses and drive our big cars but we couldn’t eat as many of our neighbors. That might be easier to sell to the people of Big Earth,” offered Secretary Maynard.
“No compromise,” said the king.
“If you can already shrink us then why don’t you just do it,” asked President Pierce.
“Because they can only shrink a few things at a time when they’re on our planet,” interrupted Luigi. “They need our cooperation to do it on a grand scale.
“I’m not giving up steak,” persisted Holcomb.
The king clapped his hands and two very young attractive women entered, fully clothed.
“Bring Madeline and a pair of communicators in, please.”
The women exited.
“Why is it that those women are clothed?” asked Tom.
“Those are necessary uniforms so that their jobs can readily be identified,” answered the king as if it was obvious.
The women returned with a cow and two pair of what looked like DJ headphones.
“I’m going to give you, President Holcomb, the opportunity to tell Madeline why you’d like to eat her. Put this on.” He held out one of the head pieces to Holcomb, who put it on, and the other he placed on the cow.
Holcomb looked really uncomfortable as he faced the cow.
“Go ahead, Mr. Holcomb. These devices allow you to communicate with her. Explain to her why you feel it’s okay to eat her.”
Holcomb took a deep breath. “It’s not meant to be cruel. I just love the way you taste. I think your fantastic with steak sauce or ketchup, or even plain old mustard if that’s all that’s available.”
Madeline groaned.
“I really wish you’d see it for what it actually is. A tremendous compliment. There’s nothing back on Earth that I’d rather eat than you.”
Madeline moaned again and looked to King Donald.
“That’s enough, President Holcomb?” the king said angrily. He yanked the head piece from Holcomb.
“I thought that went okay. I thought she understood.”
“Listen to me, inhabitants of Big Earth,” said King Johnson. “We’re not asking for your cooperation. We’re demanding it.”
“And if we don’t meet your demands?” asked Secretary Maynard.
“Then the inhabitants of Big Earth will be eradicated.” The king looked at each of them and let it sink in. “I’m going to give you some privacy so you can discuss what you’ll need to tell your people and then I’ll be back to get things started.” The king, Madeline, and the attractive women, left the committee to themselves.
“The citizens of our Earth are never going to go for this. We like everything big from our beverages to our cars,” said the president.
“And bloody,” added Holcomb. “I’m not about to start eating dandelions for dinner every night and neither is anyone else.”
“We’re going to have to fight them,” said Secretary Maynard.
“That’s a certain loss. They’re far too advanced for us to fight. They’d destroy us easily,” said Luigi.
“We could take them out,” said Tom. “But it’d have to be here and now.”
“We can’t just kick ass on all of them like you do in your movies, Mr. Cruise,” said an irritated Holcomb.
“What do you have, Tom? I know that something’s going on in that adventurous brain of yours,” said President Pierce.
“I learned a rare type of communication from John Travolta when I was dog sledding on retreat with him in Siberia. He taught me to make a call to a dog by channeling air through my nose. The sound is so irritating to dogs that they’ll bite you just to make it stop. A dog will even bite his master. But make no mistake about it. There’ll be no escape. We’ll be martyrs.”
“How the hell is making one of these tiny dogs bite you going to save Earth?” asked the secretary.
“No. I know what Tom is thinking. Dogs have one hundred times the hearing ability of humans, and Tiny Earth is hovering in a crowded park right now,” said Luigi.
“A park crowded with dogs,” added the president. “Tom, you’re a genius. I knew there was a reason that we needed to have you with us.” The president looked to the other members of the peace committee. “The people of earth still live in a democracy. America will never put up with a dictator like King Johnson. This may be our only opportunity. What do you guys think? Should we do this? Like Tom said, it’ll cost us our lives.”
The president looked at the nervous faces of the committee from one member to the next as they nodded in agreement, with the exception of Holcomb who dejectedly voted present.
“We’ve got our vote. Let’s do this. Today we have the opportunity to be heroes, fellas,” said the president. “Even if no one else ever knows about it. Like Tom said, we can be martyrs.”
“You know, I’ve had a moment to think about it and giving up meat might not be that hard,” argued Holcomb.
“I’ll lead us in prayer before Tom begins,” said the president. “Please Lord, let the inhabitants of Tiny Earth get smashed into a billion pieces as they are chewed up by a random dog in the park back on our beloved planet, and afterwards, please let their dismembered corpses rot in the belly of that dog until they are shit from its bowels and eaten by maggots. We thank you, Lord. Amen.”
The others all said Amen too except for Holcomb.
“Let’s do it, Tom. Whenever you’re ready.” The president clapped him on the shoulder.
Tom nodded and crouched down. He pinched his nostrils together and took a deep breath. He contracted all of his abdominal muscles until he was shaking. The committee looked on in wonder. Tom relaxed for a minute and did it again, his body convulsing, occasionally allowing audible hissing noises to escape from his nose. In the park back on Big Earth Nema broke away from her owner and ran to a spot in the park and stared at the air, turning her head from one side to the other, her ears perked, then back, her teeth bared, and suddenly-
Madeline came running into the room and bit Tom. He screamed and grabbed his arm.
“Get that damn cow out of here! And close the door this time!” Tom screamed at the others. “That really hurt.”
Luigi led the cow from the room and secured the door while Tom took a deep breath and pinched his nose again. He started to tremble, high pitched squeaking noises sneaking out of his nose again. Back on Big Earth a woman shouted for her dog to come back, “NEMA, COME HERE! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” and suddenly, as the peace committee examined each other nervously, Tiny Earth went black.
THE END
Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

Tiny Earth Declares War On Earth

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 5

The king pushed the button again and the horses and the ranch disappeared back into the wall.

“How about a compromise, King Johnson? How about shrinking us down to ten percent of our original size? Then we could still live in our big houses and drive our big cars but we couldn’t eat as many of our neighbors. That might be easier to sell to the people of Big Earth,” offered Secretary Maynard.

“No compromise,” said the king.

“If you can already shrink us then why don’t you just do it,” asked President Pierce.

“Because they can only shrink a few things at a time when they’re on our planet,” interrupted Luigi. “They need our cooperation to do it on a grand scale.

“I’m not giving up steak,” persisted Holcomb.

The king clapped his hands and two very young attractive women entered, fully clothed.

“Bring Madeline and a pair of communicators in, please.”

The women exited.

“Why is it that those women are clothed?” asked Tom.

“Those are necessary uniforms so that their jobs can readily be identified,” answered the king as if it was obvious.

The women returned with a cow and two pair of what looked like DJ headphones.

“I’m going to give you, President Holcomb, the opportunity to tell Madeline why you’d like to eat her. Put this on.” He held out one of the head pieces to Holcomb, who put it on, and the other he placed on the cow.

Holcomb looked really uncomfortable as he faced the cow.

“Go ahead, Mr. Holcomb. These devices allow you to communicate with her. Explain to her why you feel it’s okay to eat her.”

Holcomb took a deep breath. “It’s not meant to be cruel. I just love the way you taste. I think your fantastic with steak sauce or ketchup, or even plain old mustard if that’s all that’s available.”

Madeline groaned.

“I really wish you’d see it for what it actually is. A tremendous compliment. There’s nothing back on Earth that I’d rather eat than you.”

Madeline moaned again and looked to King Donald.

“That’s enough, President Holcomb?” the king said angrily. He yanked the head piece from Holcomb.

“I thought that went okay. I thought she understood.”

“Listen to me, inhabitants of Big Earth,” said King Johnson. “We’re not asking for your cooperation. We’re demanding it.”

“And if we don’t meet your demands?” asked Secretary Maynard.

“Then the inhabitants of Big Earth will be eradicated.” The king looked at each of them and let it sink in. “I’m going to give you some privacy so you can discuss what you’ll need to tell your people and then I’ll be back to get things started.” The king, Madeline, and the attractive women, left the committee to themselves.

“The citizens of our Earth are never going to go for this. We like everything big from our beverages to our cars,” said the president.

“And bloody,” added Holcomb. “I’m not about to start eating dandelions for dinner every night and neither is anyone else.”

“We’re going to have to fight them,” said Secretary Maynard.

“That’s a certain loss. They’re far too advanced for us to fight. They’d destroy us easily,” said Luigi.

“We could take them out,” said Tom. “But it’d have to be here and now.”

“We can’t just kick ass on all of them like you do in your movies, Mr. Cruise,” said an irritated Holcomb.

“What do you have, Tom? I know that something’s going on in that adventurous brain of yours,” said President Pierce.

“I learned a rare type of communication from John Travolta when I was dog sledding on retreat with him in Siberia. He taught me to make a call to a dog by channeling air through my nose. The sound is so irritating to dogs that they’ll bite you just to make it stop. A dog will even bite his master. But make no mistake about it. There’ll be no escape. We’ll be martyrs.”

“How the hell is making one of these tiny dogs bite you going to save Earth?” asked the secretary.

“No. I know what Tom is thinking. Dogs have one hundred times the hearing ability of humans, and Tiny Earth is hovering in a crowded park right now,” said Luigi.

“A park crowded with dogs,” added the president. “Tom, you’re a genius. I knew there was a reason that we needed to have you with us.” The president looked to the other members of the peace committee. “The people of earth still live in a democracy. America will never put up with a dictator like King Johnson. This may be our only opportunity. What do you guys think? Should we do this? Like Tom said, it’ll cost us our lives.”

The president looked at the nervous faces of the committee from one member to the next as they nodded in agreement, with the exception of Holcomb who dejectedly voted present.

“We’ve got our vote. Let’s do this. Today we have the opportunity to be heroes, fellas,” said the president. “Even if no one else ever knows about it. Like Tom said, we can be martyrs.”

“You know, I’ve had a moment to think about it and giving up meat might not be that hard,” argued Holcomb.

“I’ll lead us in prayer before Tom begins,” said the president. “Please Lord, let the inhabitants of Tiny Earth get smashed into a billion pieces as they are chewed up by a random dog in the park back on our beloved planet, and afterwards, please let their dismembered corpses rot in the belly of that dog until they are shit from its bowels and eaten by maggots. We thank you, Lord. Amen.”

The others all said Amen too except for Holcomb.

“Let’s do it, Tom. Whenever you’re ready.” The president clapped him on the shoulder.

Tom nodded and crouched down. He pinched his nostrils together and took a deep breath. He contracted all of his abdominal muscles until he was shaking. The committee looked on in wonder. Tom relaxed for a minute and did it again, his body convulsing, occasionally allowing audible hissing noises to escape from his nose. In the park back on Big Earth Nema broke away from her owner and ran to a spot in the park and stared at the air, turning her head from one side to the other, her ears perked, then back, her teeth bared, and suddenly-

Madeline came running into the room and bit Tom. He screamed and grabbed his arm.

“Get that damn cow out of here! And close the door this time!” Tom screamed at the others. “That really hurt.”

Luigi led the cow from the room and secured the door while Tom took a deep breath and pinched his nose again. He started to tremble, high pitched squeaking noises sneaking out of his nose again. Back on Big Earth a woman shouted for her dog to come back, “NEMA, COME HERE! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” and suddenly, as the peace committee examined each other nervously, Tiny Earth went black.

THE END

Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

 
Tiny Earth Declares War On Earth
A short story by J. T. PearsonPost 4
“Gentlemen, ladies, the Secretary of Defense has briefed you about why we’ve requested that you join us this morning. We’re in a bit of a pickle and we need some help.” The president surveyed their faces.
The continual popping and snapping of the stenographer’s typing matched the president as he spoke.
“I want to know what these tiny people may request before arriving on their planet. I want an edge so that-”
Suddenly the stenographer pulled back from her machine and watched it slowly bending and crumbling inward, creating loud clanking and screeching metal noises, until it wasn’t much bigger than a football. Then it floated up to the ceiling and remained there like a helium balloon that had slipped its string through a child’s tiny fingers and escaped. The appointed committee sat silently, slack-jawed. The president remained composed.
“Did you bring a spare, Miss Flannigan, as I requested.
She nodded nervously.
“Well?” the president waited.
She reached under her chair and extracted a black case which she opened and removed the backup machine from. Then she placed it on the desk where the first one had been and took a slow deep breath.
“Are we ready?” asked the president.
She nodded and they resumed.
“This planet, Tiny Earth, though very small, is quite a big bully and-”
The second stenography machine started to bend into a ball like the first. The stenographer pushed back from the desk, breathing unevenly, as if she may begin to hyperventilate. After the machine was thoroughly mangled it rose to the ceiling and parked next to the first. Then both of them began circling the room on the ceiling as tough they were racing.
“That’s not a little unnerving,” said Tom, sarcastically.
The Secretary of Defense had come prepared. He reached under the table and produced a box containing several dozen pens and a dozen notebooks and brought them to Miss Flannigan.
“How’s your shorthand?” the president chuckled. The smile faded from his face and he became angry when the pens hopped out of the box paired up, walked to the edge of the table, and leapt off, burrowing into the carpet when they hit the floor. Then the paper began tearing from the notebooks, sheet after sheet, twisting into some kind of voodoo-fueled origami, as they congaed around the long table, pausing every so often in front of each of the horrified committee members to give them a private dance.
“These sons of bitches want to play tough? Fine!” yelled the president. “We’re going to have to go down there to Tiny Earth and meet them eye to eye! Show them what we’re made of! That we aren’t intimidated by floating stenography machines and dancing paper! Tiny Earth disrupted our meeting! That’s fine! Tiny Earth disrupts everything!” President Pierce stood up and pointed. “Luigi, you will accompany me.” Luigi nodded but never turned away from the stenography machines that were now driving around on the walls, careening off of each other like bumper cars. “You will come, Mr. Secretary.” The secretary was examining his hat that had been gravity-crushed flat while he was distracted by the dancing paper. “And you will come, Mr. Cruise.” Tom was now standing on the table throwing karate kicks and chops at the pieces of paper that bounced at him, terrifying and harassing. “Mr. Secretary, get the FBI to round up Holcomb and get him down here too. That weasel’s going with us. The rest of you go home today and don’t tell anyone that we’re on the edge of going to war with the microscopic planet. Keep it to yourselves. You’re on the honor system. And damn it, Mr. Secretary, tell Tiny Earth to cease the harassment because we’re agreeing to meet them!” As soon as the president said it the items in the room dropped, one of the stenography machines fell from the ceiling through the table, making everyone jump.
The next day, earth’s peace committee gathered in the park in a tight circle with their backs to each other and waited to be shrunken down and transported to Tiny Earth.
“So, Luigi,” said President Pierce, “why is it that we need to be in this park in order for them to bring us to their planet?”
“They need to be close to us, their planet near the surface of our planet in order to get their technology to work. I’m certain that there planet is fairly close to us right now.”
Suddenly Tom Cruise threw out a couple of random karate kicks into the air, followed by a downward chop. Maynard was wearing a small ear piece that he was using to stay in contact with Tiny Earth.
“Mr. Cruise, they would like you to please stop that. You’re messing with their subatomic particle locater.”
“Maybe I want to mess with their subatomic particle - thing.”
“They said that your random movement presents the possibility that you’ll arrive without your limbs.”
“Fine. But I’m choosing to stop on my own.” Tom became very still.
“Why the hell am I here, Winston? You had me dragged right out of a warm bed this morning. Do you have any idea how much you frightened Norma?”
“You knew about Tiny Earth for years and never said a thing.”
“If I had, do you really think you would’ve taken the job as president? Why do you think you came on so strong at the end? This country wasn’t going to elect you. I had to stage that last minute scandal with those Girl Scouts just to lose the election. What a surprise, the upstart challenger Winston Pierce has just taken both Texas and Florida!” the former president said sarcastically. “Those were my states, Winston. Do you really think they would’ve ever voted for you if I hadn’t forced it to happen?”
“It’s starting. Please keep still, Mr. Presidents” said Maynard.
The peace committee felt the warmth of their atoms beginning to speed up and then suddenly it was done. They found themselves in a glamorous room with a very tall, very old, and very naked man, watching them.
“Who are you?” asked the president as soon as he was oriented.
“Does this help?” The naked man grabbed a crown from his desk and placed it on his head, then sat down on the corner of his desk and folded his arms. “How about that. The flesh eating waste mongers have finally arrived.”
“King Johnson,” Said Holcomb.
“You’re a slippery one, President Holcomb. Your promises are as hard to contain as a buttered epotna.” He motioned to a large table that was rising from the floor. Chairs followed. “Why don’t you men have a seat and I’ll have one of the inhabitants of our planet killed and cooked so that we can satiate your blood lust,” said the king sarcastically.
“Good. I’m starving,” said Holcomb as he headed for the table.
Tom kept looking at his body and then at everyone else.
“Why am I like a foot shorter than everybody else? This isn’t right. You guys screwed up. I’m not even close to being proportional to the others.”
“Perhaps it was all the moving and kicking you did just before transport, Tom.” The king smirked.
“All of you wasters, please take a seat.” King Donald’s smile was condescending. “We have demands to get to.”
The peace committee sat politely at the table watching King Donald, except for the president, who remained standing at the front of the table, an intentional exhibition of equality to the king. The king walked up alongside the president and stood very close so that he could look down on him.
“You know that shrinking me down until I’m smaller than you and then looking down on me like you’re superior to me because you’re now taller makes very little sense because in actuality I’m far taller than you are. In fact, I’m immense in comparison to you.”
“Really,” said the king flashing his condescending smile again. “Not anymore. Sit down.”
“Only because I choose to,” said the president and then nodding to Cruise. “We don’t follow orders.”
The king’s wife entered and looked at the peace committee. She was as tall as he was and not much prettier.
“Oh, we have guests, how nice.”
“The president leaned into Tom and asked him, “You think you could seduce her and get us some type of advantage?”
“I really don’t think so.”
“No? Not even with your charm and good looks?”
“I couldn’t do it.”
“You want to give it a try, Tom, you know, without alerting the king to what you’re up to?”
Tom looked at the enormous naked bony woman.
“I’m afraid that it just wouldn’t work.”
“I always say nothing ventured, nothing gained, but I’ll respect your opinion.”
The king’s wife left.
A couple of men even older than the king brought in a tray of fruit. One of the men brushed Holcomb’s face with his underarm as he reached forward to set the tray on the table. Holcomb’s face contorted and he rubbed his tongue with the back of his sleeve and spat.
“Where are your clothes?” asked the former president.
“Clothing is just another constraint,” answered the king.
The men who had brought the fruit left.
“Let’s get right to it,” said the president. “What is it that you want from us?”
“Your diplomacy needs work, Mr. President, but I’ll do as you like and cut to the chase. First, the inhabitants of Big Earth will immediately cease eating their fellow inhabitants and keep their nutritional choices to vegetation, and second, they will agree to be resized so that they are less of a burden on Earth’s resources. Those are our simple and reasonable demands,”
“No more meat?” asked a shocked Holcomb. “No deal. That means giving up burgers and steak and chicken and pork chops and bacon and-”
“Yes, President Holcomb, no more eating your neighbors.”
“And we need to become as small as you are?”
“That’s correct, President Pierce. You’ve already got a leg up on the rest of your people. Your golf clubs are nearly down to size.” King Donald laughed.
“What you did to Gentlebird’s dog was cruel. Maury was so frightened.”
“A harmless but necessary warning, Mr. President. We actually treat our animals far better than you do on Big Earth. We miniaturize them even further so that they have plenty of room to move around.” The king pushed a button on the wall and a tiny ranch slid out with extremely small horses galloping around in it. The king grabbed a pitcher from a nearby shelf and watered them. “Here it comes, guys, rainstorm.”
“When does this madness end? How small do you shrink things?” said Holcomb, tugging at his hair.
Post 5 will continue on Tuesday May 21, 2013
Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

Tiny Earth Declares War On Earth

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 4

“Gentlemen, ladies, the Secretary of Defense has briefed you about why we’ve requested that you join us this morning. We’re in a bit of a pickle and we need some help.” The president surveyed their faces.

The continual popping and snapping of the stenographer’s typing matched the president as he spoke.

“I want to know what these tiny people may request before arriving on their planet. I want an edge so that-”

Suddenly the stenographer pulled back from her machine and watched it slowly bending and crumbling inward, creating loud clanking and screeching metal noises, until it wasn’t much bigger than a football. Then it floated up to the ceiling and remained there like a helium balloon that had slipped its string through a child’s tiny fingers and escaped. The appointed committee sat silently, slack-jawed. The president remained composed.

“Did you bring a spare, Miss Flannigan, as I requested.

She nodded nervously.

“Well?” the president waited.

She reached under her chair and extracted a black case which she opened and removed the backup machine from. Then she placed it on the desk where the first one had been and took a slow deep breath.

“Are we ready?” asked the president.

She nodded and they resumed.

“This planet, Tiny Earth, though very small, is quite a big bully and-”

The second stenography machine started to bend into a ball like the first. The stenographer pushed back from the desk, breathing unevenly, as if she may begin to hyperventilate. After the machine was thoroughly mangled it rose to the ceiling and parked next to the first. Then both of them began circling the room on the ceiling as tough they were racing.

“That’s not a little unnerving,” said Tom, sarcastically.

The Secretary of Defense had come prepared. He reached under the table and produced a box containing several dozen pens and a dozen notebooks and brought them to Miss Flannigan.

“How’s your shorthand?” the president chuckled. The smile faded from his face and he became angry when the pens hopped out of the box paired up, walked to the edge of the table, and leapt off, burrowing into the carpet when they hit the floor. Then the paper began tearing from the notebooks, sheet after sheet, twisting into some kind of voodoo-fueled origami, as they congaed around the long table, pausing every so often in front of each of the horrified committee members to give them a private dance.

“These sons of bitches want to play tough? Fine!” yelled the president. “We’re going to have to go down there to Tiny Earth and meet them eye to eye! Show them what we’re made of! That we aren’t intimidated by floating stenography machines and dancing paper! Tiny Earth disrupted our meeting! That’s fine! Tiny Earth disrupts everything!” President Pierce stood up and pointed. “Luigi, you will accompany me.” Luigi nodded but never turned away from the stenography machines that were now driving around on the walls, careening off of each other like bumper cars. “You will come, Mr. Secretary.” The secretary was examining his hat that had been gravity-crushed flat while he was distracted by the dancing paper. “And you will come, Mr. Cruise.” Tom was now standing on the table throwing karate kicks and chops at the pieces of paper that bounced at him, terrifying and harassing. “Mr. Secretary, get the FBI to round up Holcomb and get him down here too. That weasel’s going with us. The rest of you go home today and don’t tell anyone that we’re on the edge of going to war with the microscopic planet. Keep it to yourselves. You’re on the honor system. And damn it, Mr. Secretary, tell Tiny Earth to cease the harassment because we’re agreeing to meet them!” As soon as the president said it the items in the room dropped, one of the stenography machines fell from the ceiling through the table, making everyone jump.

The next day, earth’s peace committee gathered in the park in a tight circle with their backs to each other and waited to be shrunken down and transported to Tiny Earth.

“So, Luigi,” said President Pierce, “why is it that we need to be in this park in order for them to bring us to their planet?”

“They need to be close to us, their planet near the surface of our planet in order to get their technology to work. I’m certain that there planet is fairly close to us right now.”

Suddenly Tom Cruise threw out a couple of random karate kicks into the air, followed by a downward chop. Maynard was wearing a small ear piece that he was using to stay in contact with Tiny Earth.

“Mr. Cruise, they would like you to please stop that. You’re messing with their subatomic particle locater.”

“Maybe I want to mess with their subatomic particle - thing.”

“They said that your random movement presents the possibility that you’ll arrive without your limbs.”

“Fine. But I’m choosing to stop on my own.” Tom became very still.

“Why the hell am I here, Winston? You had me dragged right out of a warm bed this morning. Do you have any idea how much you frightened Norma?”

“You knew about Tiny Earth for years and never said a thing.”

“If I had, do you really think you would’ve taken the job as president? Why do you think you came on so strong at the end? This country wasn’t going to elect you. I had to stage that last minute scandal with those Girl Scouts just to lose the election. What a surprise, the upstart challenger Winston Pierce has just taken both Texas and Florida!” the former president said sarcastically. “Those were my states, Winston. Do you really think they would’ve ever voted for you if I hadn’t forced it to happen?”

“It’s starting. Please keep still, Mr. Presidents” said Maynard.

The peace committee felt the warmth of their atoms beginning to speed up and then suddenly it was done. They found themselves in a glamorous room with a very tall, very old, and very naked man, watching them.

“Who are you?” asked the president as soon as he was oriented.

“Does this help?” The naked man grabbed a crown from his desk and placed it on his head, then sat down on the corner of his desk and folded his arms. “How about that. The flesh eating waste mongers have finally arrived.”

“King Johnson,” Said Holcomb.

“You’re a slippery one, President Holcomb. Your promises are as hard to contain as a buttered epotna.” He motioned to a large table that was rising from the floor. Chairs followed. “Why don’t you men have a seat and I’ll have one of the inhabitants of our planet killed and cooked so that we can satiate your blood lust,” said the king sarcastically.

“Good. I’m starving,” said Holcomb as he headed for the table.

Tom kept looking at his body and then at everyone else.

“Why am I like a foot shorter than everybody else? This isn’t right. You guys screwed up. I’m not even close to being proportional to the others.”

“Perhaps it was all the moving and kicking you did just before transport, Tom.” The king smirked.

“All of you wasters, please take a seat.” King Donald’s smile was condescending. “We have demands to get to.”

The peace committee sat politely at the table watching King Donald, except for the president, who remained standing at the front of the table, an intentional exhibition of equality to the king. The king walked up alongside the president and stood very close so that he could look down on him.

“You know that shrinking me down until I’m smaller than you and then looking down on me like you’re superior to me because you’re now taller makes very little sense because in actuality I’m far taller than you are. In fact, I’m immense in comparison to you.”

“Really,” said the king flashing his condescending smile again. “Not anymore. Sit down.”

“Only because I choose to,” said the president and then nodding to Cruise. “We don’t follow orders.”

The king’s wife entered and looked at the peace committee. She was as tall as he was and not much prettier.

“Oh, we have guests, how nice.”

“The president leaned into Tom and asked him, “You think you could seduce her and get us some type of advantage?”

“I really don’t think so.”

“No? Not even with your charm and good looks?”

“I couldn’t do it.”

“You want to give it a try, Tom, you know, without alerting the king to what you’re up to?”

Tom looked at the enormous naked bony woman.

“I’m afraid that it just wouldn’t work.”

“I always say nothing ventured, nothing gained, but I’ll respect your opinion.”

The king’s wife left.

A couple of men even older than the king brought in a tray of fruit. One of the men brushed Holcomb’s face with his underarm as he reached forward to set the tray on the table. Holcomb’s face contorted and he rubbed his tongue with the back of his sleeve and spat.

“Where are your clothes?” asked the former president.

“Clothing is just another constraint,” answered the king.

The men who had brought the fruit left.

“Let’s get right to it,” said the president. “What is it that you want from us?”

“Your diplomacy needs work, Mr. President, but I’ll do as you like and cut to the chase. First, the inhabitants of Big Earth will immediately cease eating their fellow inhabitants and keep their nutritional choices to vegetation, and second, they will agree to be resized so that they are less of a burden on Earth’s resources. Those are our simple and reasonable demands,”

“No more meat?” asked a shocked Holcomb. “No deal. That means giving up burgers and steak and chicken and pork chops and bacon and-”

“Yes, President Holcomb, no more eating your neighbors.”

“And we need to become as small as you are?”

“That’s correct, President Pierce. You’ve already got a leg up on the rest of your people. Your golf clubs are nearly down to size.” King Donald laughed.

“What you did to Gentlebird’s dog was cruel. Maury was so frightened.”

“A harmless but necessary warning, Mr. President. We actually treat our animals far better than you do on Big Earth. We miniaturize them even further so that they have plenty of room to move around.” The king pushed a button on the wall and a tiny ranch slid out with extremely small horses galloping around in it. The king grabbed a pitcher from a nearby shelf and watered them. “Here it comes, guys, rainstorm.”

“When does this madness end? How small do you shrink things?” said Holcomb, tugging at his hair.

Post 5 will continue on Tuesday May 21, 2013

Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

 
Tiny Earth Declares War On Earth
A short story by J. T. Pearson
Post 3
Behind them a painting of George Washington fell to the floor with a crash, the carpeting parted, and the priceless art piece sunk out of sight.
“King Johnson can be tremendously rude,” Maynard said. “And disrespectful,” as he watched the top of Washington’s head disappear below the line of cobalt blue. “If only General Washington was here now. There’d be some tiny ass kicking coming their way.”
“Where does this assault on my office end, Maynard? When are they going to stop?”
“This isn’t the same as our previous contact with them. They’re being particularly aggressive this time, Mr. President. I need to let you know that the last time they contacted President Holcomb they indicated that they wanted to shrink him down and bring him to their planet so that he could address their demands. Now, that would be your job, Mr. President, to go down to their planet and meet them. They don’t want to meet on our planet.”
“Holcomb just ignored their request?”
“He did. With a lot of stalling and filibustering until you took office.”
“Holcomb!” the president yelled, throwing his hands up. “That son of a bitch!” Then the president thought for a moment. “Perhaps I can stall too?”
“For four years, Mr. President?”
“How long did Holcomb stall?”
“Two. But General Peck informed me that in their last message they stated that their patience is up and they expect our leader to come down to their planet before the week’s out or else.”
“Or else? Pretty big words for a tiny planet. They don’t think I can be as tough as Holcomb?”
“Perhaps your emphasis on social programs has led them to believe that you’re a weak leader, one to be taken advantage of and pushed around.”
“What the hell?”
“I’m not the one saying that, Mr. President.”
“We’ll see who is soft.”
“What do you plan to do?”
“Let’s get a committee together. More brains in the room. A committee of small men, but with large constitutions. A small man brainstorm. I need a tiny person’s perspective. Why does Tiny Earth feel that they need to harass us? I want to understand what I’m up against before I negotiate or find a way to destroy them. I need to get into their tiny brains. Don’t include a single man in this committee over five foot seven, Maynard. If it’s a woman, under five feet – no – under four feet. Do you understand, Mr. Secretary?”
“That would make the women midgets.”
“No women, then?”
“No, Mr. President. You need women on the panel. When prompted women are much better at inflicting punishment than men.”
“Right. Then women midgets will be just fine. And already angry, if possible.”
“I’ll find a panel of experts that are all as short as you request.”
“Good.”
“I’m considering bringing Tom Cruise in on this, Mr. Secretary. I think he might be able to help.”
“I know it’s not necessary to point out to you, Mr. President, that Mr. Cruise is only an actor and that he’s never really solved an actual world crisis.”
“Then why did you say it? I know that. I’ve just got a gut feeling about bringing him in on this, okay? Besides, he’s only five foot seven. He fits the initial criteria.” The president waved the secretary away angrily and walked to the window, looking out at what had started to be a beautiful day but was quickly becoming overcast. “You’re still here, aren’t you, Mr. Secretary?”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
“What?”
“You’ll also need to contact DC CARPET and DRAPES, Mr. President.”
“Do whatever you need to tidy the place up, Mr. Secretary, but please don’t bother me with the details. I doubt that bastard Holcomb dealt with keeping this place clean.”
“No, Mr. President. DC CARPET AND DRAPES is the most sophisticated and secretive branch of the government. Their identities are so secure that the agents sometimes forget that they are agents and begin to believe that they clean carpets and drapes for a living, which is really what they do about ninety percent of the time. It creates an amazing cover.”
“The agents actually do clean carpeting? That’s not some type of code you’re talking right now, like cleaning the carpeting means replacing an existing regime that we find unfriendly?”
“No, Mr. President. They do a hell of a good job cleaning – even the shag during the Nixon term.”
“Well, get them to the White House and get them up to speed, Mr. Secretary.”
“I’ll contact DC CARPET AND DRAPES and tell them to come. Informing them of anything is pointless. They acquire all of the critical details well before anyone else.”
“Perhaps I should call them, personally.”
“You don’t call them on a phone, Mr. President. We post a sign that lets them know that their presence is requested.”
“You can’t mean like signaling Batman with the bat signal?”
“No. Theirs is an ever-changing code that appears to fit no rhyme or reason, indecipherable.”
“What is the signal this time?”
“We need to decorate a tree in Cleveland that’s as close to a Pizza King as possible with Christmas tinsel, homemade pipe bombs, a portrait of George Clooney, and dozens of dead mice. Then call the local news media to make certain that it makes the evening report and so that bomb experts get down there right away keeping curious Cals in Cleveland from getting their ear muffs blown off. And then, we need to hold a press conference where we identify the bio-explosive materials in the tree as an act of terrorism and blame it on the French.”
“None of what you just said is some bizarre form of agent code?”
“No, it’s all literal, Mr. President.”
“Then I guess you’ve got some dead mice and berets to round up. You’d better get to it.”
The Secretary walked out of the office. Just after the door closed, three bismarks that were on the tray on the desk suddenly flattened like shrinking balloons, jelly dribbling out on to the desk.
The Secretary of Defense made the arrangements to contact DC CARPET AND DRAPES. The agents were all over the White House by the next morning diligently cleaning the carpets and window treatments. The president approached a chubby man with a severe spinal curvature. He had a heavily tanned and balding pate which was poorly covered by an erratic white comb-over, and a moustache equally snowy to the hair. He looked to be in his early sixties, of Italian decent, wearing an ill-fitting grey sweatshirt embroidered with the company logo, DC CARPET AND DRAPES, and doing a smashingly thorough job of cleaning the crimson drapes that covered the windows in the hall outside the Oval Office. His men throughout the building had a similar disheveled appearance. The man, his face mapped with sun damage and a continual grin, looked up and turned off the noisy machine he was working with, slightly bowing his head respectfully as the president approached.
“Oh my goodness, your honor! It’s my honor!” The man’s accent was thick. “How about this? How about this? The President of the United States and its Luigi Giacomini, the humble grandson of Italian immigrants, that gets the honor to meet him. It’s such a pleasure, Mr. President.”
“Okay, very good, a very convincing act. It is nice to meet you as well, Luigi, but we really need to get down to business. I’ll need you and your men in the War Room in half an hour to discuss the intelligence you’ve gathered.”
Luigi looked at him, confused but still smiling.
“What kind of carpita you got in there? Is it wool like you got out here or prolypopoline like you got in the Lincoln bedroom?”
“The secretary counted five men that you have with you on the premises. Is that an accurate count?”
“Alberto and Jonny only do the drapes, but so clean that your wife could wrap up a baby boy in them and feed him from her naked tiny bosom.”
“In the War Room, Luigi,” said the president examining his watch, “twenty nine minutes,” and he walked down the hall.
“I’ll need more shampoo from my truck,” Luigi shouted after him.
“I hope that’s agent code this time,” the president mumbled to himself as he walked away. He arrived at the War Room, went in, and took a seat at the end of a long maple conference table. As soon as he was seated the phone that had been placed in front of him rang. He stared at it for five rings, remembering the ear assault that Maynard had endured, before he finally decided to answer it.
“You wanted to speak with me?” said a steady cool voice from the receiver.
The President recognized the voice from the last movie he’d seen.
“Mr. Cruise?”
“You can call me Tom, Mr. President.”
“We’ve got a national emergency – hell, a global emergency, Tom, and we could really use your help.”
“You do understand that I’m just an actor, Mr. President?”
“Of course I do.”
“I mean if you want to stage Romeo and Juliet on the White House lawn and invite all of your rich friends over for a fund raiser I can do that. I could even do a celebrity cook off. I make an amazing beef stroganoff. But if this is the type of crisis that is generally handled with guns, Mr. President, I advise you take the conventional route and call the CIA or the Navy Seals, somebody that has killing explicitly stated in their job description.”
“This is a very delicate and specialized case, Tom. I wouldn’t ask if I really didn’t need the favor.”
“Enough said. I’ll fly my chopper in right away, Mr. President.”
The dial went dead and the president found himself alone with his thoughts. He thought about the elation that he’d felt upon winning the presidency, and then about how tired and old Holcomb now looked after serving only four years. Luigi and his men came into the room, set up their equipment, and started cleaning the carpet around him.
Maynard managed to get DC CARPET AND DRAPES to drop their cover and provide the intelligence that they had collected to the file he had on Tiny Earth. But the day hadn’t started out so promising for the president that morning. Upon getting out of bed that morning the president was greeted by a panic stricken Gentlebird. She held out a small cake dome that encased her golden retriever Maury. Maury had been reduced to the size of a penny, his tiny barking barely audible. The president’s priceless set of golf clubs, clubs that had belonged to Teddy Roosevelt had been miniaturized and were in the tiny dome as well. He hugged his wife, being careful not to crush her dog or his golf clubs. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”
“I’m not happy, Winston.”
“Hey little buddy, we’re going to do something about this. You hear me, Maury?” he knocked on the dome and shouted through the glass.
On the way to the White House the car that Secretary Maynard rode in slowed down to a crawl as if it had suddenly started moving through syrup. It lifted inches above the ground, and then dropped violently, spilling the secretary’s coffee down the front of his uniform and bringing his teeth together smartly. This went on throughout the ride every time Maynard attempted to take a sip of his beverage. He cursed under his breath while he scrubbed at the stains on his shirt. “You’re a horrible little people. I hate you, Tiny Earth.”
The president arrived at the War Room to the six agents from DC CARPET AND DRAPES, a handful of short scientists, two of which were female midgets, the Secretary of Defense, and Tom Cruise, who was wearing a leather jacket that looked similar to one he wore in TOP GUN. One of the midgets kept placing her hand on Tom’s shoulder and he kept removing it. Luigi and the other agents of DC CARPET AND DRAPES no longer wore work attire and messy hair. They wore crisp blue suits with black ties and matching sunglasses. They were no longer smiling, their expressions now professional, all business, all bad ass. In the corner, with her machine ready, sat the stenographer. The president took his customary seat at the end of the table.
Post 4 is available here
Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

Tiny Earth Declares War On Earth

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 3

Behind them a painting of George Washington fell to the floor with a crash, the carpeting parted, and the priceless art piece sunk out of sight.

“King Johnson can be tremendously rude,” Maynard said. “And disrespectful,” as he watched the top of Washington’s head disappear below the line of cobalt blue. “If only General Washington was here now. There’d be some tiny ass kicking coming their way.”

“Where does this assault on my office end, Maynard? When are they going to stop?”

“This isn’t the same as our previous contact with them. They’re being particularly aggressive this time, Mr. President. I need to let you know that the last time they contacted President Holcomb they indicated that they wanted to shrink him down and bring him to their planet so that he could address their demands. Now, that would be your job, Mr. President, to go down to their planet and meet them. They don’t want to meet on our planet.”

“Holcomb just ignored their request?”

“He did. With a lot of stalling and filibustering until you took office.”

“Holcomb!” the president yelled, throwing his hands up. “That son of a bitch!” Then the president thought for a moment. “Perhaps I can stall too?”

“For four years, Mr. President?”

“How long did Holcomb stall?”

“Two. But General Peck informed me that in their last message they stated that their patience is up and they expect our leader to come down to their planet before the week’s out or else.”

“Or else? Pretty big words for a tiny planet. They don’t think I can be as tough as Holcomb?”

“Perhaps your emphasis on social programs has led them to believe that you’re a weak leader, one to be taken advantage of and pushed around.”

“What the hell?”

“I’m not the one saying that, Mr. President.”

“We’ll see who is soft.”

“What do you plan to do?”

“Let’s get a committee together. More brains in the room. A committee of small men, but with large constitutions. A small man brainstorm. I need a tiny person’s perspective. Why does Tiny Earth feel that they need to harass us? I want to understand what I’m up against before I negotiate or find a way to destroy them. I need to get into their tiny brains. Don’t include a single man in this committee over five foot seven, Maynard. If it’s a woman, under five feet – no – under four feet. Do you understand, Mr. Secretary?”

“That would make the women midgets.”

“No women, then?”

“No, Mr. President. You need women on the panel. When prompted women are much better at inflicting punishment than men.”

“Right. Then women midgets will be just fine. And already angry, if possible.”

“I’ll find a panel of experts that are all as short as you request.”

“Good.”

“I’m considering bringing Tom Cruise in on this, Mr. Secretary. I think he might be able to help.”

“I know it’s not necessary to point out to you, Mr. President, that Mr. Cruise is only an actor and that he’s never really solved an actual world crisis.”

“Then why did you say it? I know that. I’ve just got a gut feeling about bringing him in on this, okay? Besides, he’s only five foot seven. He fits the initial criteria.” The president waved the secretary away angrily and walked to the window, looking out at what had started to be a beautiful day but was quickly becoming overcast. “You’re still here, aren’t you, Mr. Secretary?”

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“What?”

“You’ll also need to contact DC CARPET and DRAPES, Mr. President.”

“Do whatever you need to tidy the place up, Mr. Secretary, but please don’t bother me with the details. I doubt that bastard Holcomb dealt with keeping this place clean.”

“No, Mr. President. DC CARPET AND DRAPES is the most sophisticated and secretive branch of the government. Their identities are so secure that the agents sometimes forget that they are agents and begin to believe that they clean carpets and drapes for a living, which is really what they do about ninety percent of the time. It creates an amazing cover.”

“The agents actually do clean carpeting? That’s not some type of code you’re talking right now, like cleaning the carpeting means replacing an existing regime that we find unfriendly?”

“No, Mr. President. They do a hell of a good job cleaning – even the shag during the Nixon term.”

“Well, get them to the White House and get them up to speed, Mr. Secretary.”

“I’ll contact DC CARPET AND DRAPES and tell them to come. Informing them of anything is pointless. They acquire all of the critical details well before anyone else.”

“Perhaps I should call them, personally.”

“You don’t call them on a phone, Mr. President. We post a sign that lets them know that their presence is requested.”

“You can’t mean like signaling Batman with the bat signal?”

“No. Theirs is an ever-changing code that appears to fit no rhyme or reason, indecipherable.”

“What is the signal this time?”

“We need to decorate a tree in Cleveland that’s as close to a Pizza King as possible with Christmas tinsel, homemade pipe bombs, a portrait of George Clooney, and dozens of dead mice. Then call the local news media to make certain that it makes the evening report and so that bomb experts get down there right away keeping curious Cals in Cleveland from getting their ear muffs blown off. And then, we need to hold a press conference where we identify the bio-explosive materials in the tree as an act of terrorism and blame it on the French.”

“None of what you just said is some bizarre form of agent code?”

“No, it’s all literal, Mr. President.”

“Then I guess you’ve got some dead mice and berets to round up. You’d better get to it.”

The Secretary walked out of the office. Just after the door closed, three bismarks that were on the tray on the desk suddenly flattened like shrinking balloons, jelly dribbling out on to the desk.

The Secretary of Defense made the arrangements to contact DC CARPET AND DRAPES. The agents were all over the White House by the next morning diligently cleaning the carpets and window treatments. The president approached a chubby man with a severe spinal curvature. He had a heavily tanned and balding pate which was poorly covered by an erratic white comb-over, and a moustache equally snowy to the hair. He looked to be in his early sixties, of Italian decent, wearing an ill-fitting grey sweatshirt embroidered with the company logo, DC CARPET AND DRAPES, and doing a smashingly thorough job of cleaning the crimson drapes that covered the windows in the hall outside the Oval Office. His men throughout the building had a similar disheveled appearance. The man, his face mapped with sun damage and a continual grin, looked up and turned off the noisy machine he was working with, slightly bowing his head respectfully as the president approached.

“Oh my goodness, your honor! It’s my honor!” The man’s accent was thick. “How about this? How about this? The President of the United States and its Luigi Giacomini, the humble grandson of Italian immigrants, that gets the honor to meet him. It’s such a pleasure, Mr. President.”

“Okay, very good, a very convincing act. It is nice to meet you as well, Luigi, but we really need to get down to business. I’ll need you and your men in the War Room in half an hour to discuss the intelligence you’ve gathered.”

Luigi looked at him, confused but still smiling.

“What kind of carpita you got in there? Is it wool like you got out here or prolypopoline like you got in the Lincoln bedroom?”

“The secretary counted five men that you have with you on the premises. Is that an accurate count?”

“Alberto and Jonny only do the drapes, but so clean that your wife could wrap up a baby boy in them and feed him from her naked tiny bosom.”

“In the War Room, Luigi,” said the president examining his watch, “twenty nine minutes,” and he walked down the hall.

“I’ll need more shampoo from my truck,” Luigi shouted after him.

“I hope that’s agent code this time,” the president mumbled to himself as he walked away. He arrived at the War Room, went in, and took a seat at the end of a long maple conference table. As soon as he was seated the phone that had been placed in front of him rang. He stared at it for five rings, remembering the ear assault that Maynard had endured, before he finally decided to answer it.

“You wanted to speak with me?” said a steady cool voice from the receiver.

The President recognized the voice from the last movie he’d seen.

“Mr. Cruise?”

“You can call me Tom, Mr. President.”

“We’ve got a national emergency – hell, a global emergency, Tom, and we could really use your help.”

“You do understand that I’m just an actor, Mr. President?”

“Of course I do.”

“I mean if you want to stage Romeo and Juliet on the White House lawn and invite all of your rich friends over for a fund raiser I can do that. I could even do a celebrity cook off. I make an amazing beef stroganoff. But if this is the type of crisis that is generally handled with guns, Mr. President, I advise you take the conventional route and call the CIA or the Navy Seals, somebody that has killing explicitly stated in their job description.”

“This is a very delicate and specialized case, Tom. I wouldn’t ask if I really didn’t need the favor.”

“Enough said. I’ll fly my chopper in right away, Mr. President.”

The dial went dead and the president found himself alone with his thoughts. He thought about the elation that he’d felt upon winning the presidency, and then about how tired and old Holcomb now looked after serving only four years. Luigi and his men came into the room, set up their equipment, and started cleaning the carpet around him.

Maynard managed to get DC CARPET AND DRAPES to drop their cover and provide the intelligence that they had collected to the file he had on Tiny Earth. But the day hadn’t started out so promising for the president that morning. Upon getting out of bed that morning the president was greeted by a panic stricken Gentlebird. She held out a small cake dome that encased her golden retriever Maury. Maury had been reduced to the size of a penny, his tiny barking barely audible. The president’s priceless set of golf clubs, clubs that had belonged to Teddy Roosevelt had been miniaturized and were in the tiny dome as well. He hugged his wife, being careful not to crush her dog or his golf clubs. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

“I’m not happy, Winston.”

“Hey little buddy, we’re going to do something about this. You hear me, Maury?” he knocked on the dome and shouted through the glass.

On the way to the White House the car that Secretary Maynard rode in slowed down to a crawl as if it had suddenly started moving through syrup. It lifted inches above the ground, and then dropped violently, spilling the secretary’s coffee down the front of his uniform and bringing his teeth together smartly. This went on throughout the ride every time Maynard attempted to take a sip of his beverage. He cursed under his breath while he scrubbed at the stains on his shirt. “You’re a horrible little people. I hate you, Tiny Earth.”

The president arrived at the War Room to the six agents from DC CARPET AND DRAPES, a handful of short scientists, two of which were female midgets, the Secretary of Defense, and Tom Cruise, who was wearing a leather jacket that looked similar to one he wore in TOP GUN. One of the midgets kept placing her hand on Tom’s shoulder and he kept removing it. Luigi and the other agents of DC CARPET AND DRAPES no longer wore work attire and messy hair. They wore crisp blue suits with black ties and matching sunglasses. They were no longer smiling, their expressions now professional, all business, all bad ass. In the corner, with her machine ready, sat the stenographer. The president took his customary seat at the end of the table.

Post 4 is available here

Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

 
Tiny Earth Declares War On Earch
A short story by J. T. Pearson
Post 2
Maynard waited quietly for another outbreak but sacrificing the apple fritter seemed to quell the president’s anger at exiting President Holcomb for the moment.
“Should I continue?”
The president waved him on.
“You see, Mr. President, Tiny Earth is-
“That son of a bitch!” the president interrupted as he circled the room. He took another deep breath. “Okay, go ahead.”
“I’m going to continue, Mr. President.”
“I said to continue!”
“Yes, you did. Tiny Earth is nearly identical to our planet and used to revolve in the same orbit as ours. It was about the size of a full grown elephant then. It was actually a stroke of luck that an amateur star gazer spotted the little planet and reported its existence to us. We tracked it for years until one day it seemed to vanish. The inhabitants of Tiny Earth had developed technology that allowed them to resize their planet so that it was on scale so small that it would require a microscope for us to view the planet. We didn’t even know that the planet existed anymore until they made contact with us. Now their planet is located somewhere in our atmosphere, sharing our sun, our oxygen, our water, but so far we’ve had limited success locating their location. Pardon me if I seem like I’m repeating myself but I’m reviewing the facts now that your attention isn’t divided. Their planet is microscopic. And as I stated, they have a king, the man that crushed the message into your desk this morning, King Donald Johnson. He occasionally gets a bit unreasonable and threatens to destroy our planet. And, again, as I’ve already indicated, the sad fact of the matter is that we’re not really sure whether he could do it or not. Our engineers developed a tracking system that could identify their planet’s location down to a five mile radius. We employed the new technology last year when President Holcomb had received a similar threat to the one you received this morning.”
“And?”
“And it failed.”
“Details, Maynard!”
“Yes, sir, I was getting to those. When our men crept into their location they used their gravity control technology to raise all of the soldiers several inches above the ground so that their feet just swam in place and they got nowhere. All of those rows of men, their rifles in arms, their legs churning away helplessly. It was a pathetic sight. After we agreed to leave, they moved the location of their planet out of the area and then let our soldiers down on the ground again. The morale of the men was severely diminished. You should’ve seen how dejected those soldiers were. I get so angry even thinking about it. I’m telling you, Mr. President, sometimes I think that if I could just get Tiny Earth under the edge of my heel for one second I’d-”
“Okay, okay, Mr. Secretary, I hear you but please try to maintain. Do your best not to say anything that you may come to regret.” The president paced his office. Suddenly a pencil on his desk started to give off cracking noises and then the pen next to it trembled. Ink seeped from the ballpoint, staining the mahogany, and the pencil parted down the middle like the Red Sea, revealing the graphite interior. “Oh come on! I just got the place and they’re trashing it! Come on!” he yelled at the ceiling. “Can the king from Tiny Earth hear me right now?”
“We don’t believe so. But once again, Mr. President, we’re not certain.”
“I don’t care if they do hear. We’ve got to find their location! We’re not going to deal with Tiny Earth from our knees! The United States of America does not play that way! What about using our nuclear weapons?”
“We tried that too, Mr. President. We were desperate after we saw how easily they rendered our soldiers useless with antigravity so President Holcomb and I devised a more permanent way of dealing with King Johnson’s threats. After we were able to get a lock on their general location again, which happened to be somewhere in Orange County at the time, we sent a Stealth Bomber armed with a nuclear warhead into the airspace above them and dropped the bomb.”
“With all of those taxpaying voters in harm’s way?”
“They would’ve died a patriot’s death, Mr. President.”
“Still, it seems a bit much.”
“What else could President Holcomb have done?”
“A bit ruthless but, okay, I see your point. You’re saying that he felt that he had exhausted all of his resources.”
“Right.”
“And did it work at all?”
“No. They used their gravity technology to lock on to the bomb and pull it away from the Earth, sending it somewhere into space.”
“That was pretty reckless of them. Who knows where that bomb went?” Pierce continued to pace the office. “Also a complete waste of a perfectly good bomb. If they’re so smart why didn’t they just disarm it?”
“I don’t know, Mr. President. Perhaps they didn’t want us to have it again.”
“But disarming it and giving it back might’ve been perceived as a friendly gesture. Something that can never be overlooked when negotiating war. I think you and your so called experts may have overestimated the intelligence of these tiny beings, Maynard.”
“Perhaps, Mr. President.”
“Did you try to drop another bomb?”
“Yes, and it was met with the same fate, redirected somewhere into our Milky Way. Two perfectly good bombs, as you stated, completely wasted. There was no use wasting any more.”
“Right. Those bombs are expensive. I’m aware of that. And the American people are always whining about the budget and the national debt. It’s all that ever seems to come out of their mouths.” The president made a whiny voice. “How much did that cost? And what about that, and that?” He threw his hands up. “I’ve just gotten into office and I’m already sick of hearing it.”
“The American people do have a tendency to whine, Mr. President.”
The president fingered the cleft in his chin and thought hard. “We’re going to need to bring more people in on this, form a committee. Hell, after all is said and done, if we can’t kill them maybe we’ll just have to figure out a way to get along with Tiny Earth. Coexist. I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
“I don’t know either, Mr. President.”
“At this point we really need to explore all options. Why don’t you attempt to open up negotiations with them? Set up an interplanetary summit.”
“They’ve already demanded a meeting.”
“Alright. Tell them that I’m inviting them to Camp David. We’ll have some drinks, ride some horses, sort this whole thing out.”
“It’s not that easy to find or contact them. Satellites and the weather are involved. We need to wait for our window. I don’t think you’re getting a clear picture of just how small Tiny Earth is, Mr. President. Tiny Earth is very, very small.” Maynard held out his thumb and index finger and slowly closed them together until they were so close the distance between them was nearly imperceptible. “So very, very tiny, Mr. President. Even smaller than this distance between my fingers. Not very easy to find at all.”
“I understand that they’re very small, Mr. Secretary. But you do have the tracking machine.”
“Can you imagine how big this cigar would seem to them?” the secretary said, holding out his cigar.
“I imagine that the cigar would seem quite large, Mr. Secretary.”
“It’d probably be bigger than the sun to them.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Relatively speaking I mean, the cigar would be bigger to them than the sun is to us.” The secretary chomped on the cigar and sucked in, creating a glowing facsimile of a sun at its tip. “Can you imagine how big our sun must seem to them?”
“Relatively speaking again?”
“No, Mr. President. Literally, this time.”
“I imagine our sun seems very, very, very large to the inhabitants of tiny earth.”
Suddenly the phone rang, causing both of them to jump. Then they stood motionless, examining it.
“Were you expecting any phone calls, Mr. President?” Secretary Maynard asked.
“No,” the president answered, shaking his head, gravely.
“You’d better let me handle this, Mr. President.”
Maynard lifted the receiver and held it to his ear. For a moment there was only silence, but suddenly, an ear-splitting horrible noise. BLAAAAAAGERRRRRAAAAA! Secretary Maynard pulled the phone away from his head and slammed it down on its crib.
“Son of a bitch, that’s painful!” Maynard said, rubbing his ear. “That was them manipulating our radio waves so that they could send you another warning.”
Post 3 is available here.
Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

Tiny Earth Declares War On Earch

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 2

Maynard waited quietly for another outbreak but sacrificing the apple fritter seemed to quell the president’s anger at exiting President Holcomb for the moment.

“Should I continue?”

The president waved him on.

“You see, Mr. President, Tiny Earth is-

“That son of a bitch!” the president interrupted as he circled the room. He took another deep breath. “Okay, go ahead.”

“I’m going to continue, Mr. President.”

“I said to continue!”

“Yes, you did. Tiny Earth is nearly identical to our planet and used to revolve in the same orbit as ours. It was about the size of a full grown elephant then. It was actually a stroke of luck that an amateur star gazer spotted the little planet and reported its existence to us. We tracked it for years until one day it seemed to vanish. The inhabitants of Tiny Earth had developed technology that allowed them to resize their planet so that it was on scale so small that it would require a microscope for us to view the planet. We didn’t even know that the planet existed anymore until they made contact with us. Now their planet is located somewhere in our atmosphere, sharing our sun, our oxygen, our water, but so far we’ve had limited success locating their location. Pardon me if I seem like I’m repeating myself but I’m reviewing the facts now that your attention isn’t divided. Their planet is microscopic. And as I stated, they have a king, the man that crushed the message into your desk this morning, King Donald Johnson. He occasionally gets a bit unreasonable and threatens to destroy our planet. And, again, as I’ve already indicated, the sad fact of the matter is that we’re not really sure whether he could do it or not. Our engineers developed a tracking system that could identify their planet’s location down to a five mile radius. We employed the new technology last year when President Holcomb had received a similar threat to the one you received this morning.”

“And?”

“And it failed.”

“Details, Maynard!”

“Yes, sir, I was getting to those. When our men crept into their location they used their gravity control technology to raise all of the soldiers several inches above the ground so that their feet just swam in place and they got nowhere. All of those rows of men, their rifles in arms, their legs churning away helplessly. It was a pathetic sight. After we agreed to leave, they moved the location of their planet out of the area and then let our soldiers down on the ground again. The morale of the men was severely diminished. You should’ve seen how dejected those soldiers were. I get so angry even thinking about it. I’m telling you, Mr. President, sometimes I think that if I could just get Tiny Earth under the edge of my heel for one second I’d-”

“Okay, okay, Mr. Secretary, I hear you but please try to maintain. Do your best not to say anything that you may come to regret.” The president paced his office. Suddenly a pencil on his desk started to give off cracking noises and then the pen next to it trembled. Ink seeped from the ballpoint, staining the mahogany, and the pencil parted down the middle like the Red Sea, revealing the graphite interior. “Oh come on! I just got the place and they’re trashing it! Come on!” he yelled at the ceiling. “Can the king from Tiny Earth hear me right now?”

“We don’t believe so. But once again, Mr. President, we’re not certain.”

“I don’t care if they do hear. We’ve got to find their location! We’re not going to deal with Tiny Earth from our knees! The United States of America does not play that way! What about using our nuclear weapons?”

“We tried that too, Mr. President. We were desperate after we saw how easily they rendered our soldiers useless with antigravity so President Holcomb and I devised a more permanent way of dealing with King Johnson’s threats. After we were able to get a lock on their general location again, which happened to be somewhere in Orange County at the time, we sent a Stealth Bomber armed with a nuclear warhead into the airspace above them and dropped the bomb.”

“With all of those taxpaying voters in harm’s way?”

“They would’ve died a patriot’s death, Mr. President.”

“Still, it seems a bit much.”

“What else could President Holcomb have done?”

“A bit ruthless but, okay, I see your point. You’re saying that he felt that he had exhausted all of his resources.”

“Right.”

“And did it work at all?”

“No. They used their gravity technology to lock on to the bomb and pull it away from the Earth, sending it somewhere into space.”

“That was pretty reckless of them. Who knows where that bomb went?” Pierce continued to pace the office. “Also a complete waste of a perfectly good bomb. If they’re so smart why didn’t they just disarm it?”

“I don’t know, Mr. President. Perhaps they didn’t want us to have it again.”

“But disarming it and giving it back might’ve been perceived as a friendly gesture. Something that can never be overlooked when negotiating war. I think you and your so called experts may have overestimated the intelligence of these tiny beings, Maynard.”

“Perhaps, Mr. President.”

“Did you try to drop another bomb?”

“Yes, and it was met with the same fate, redirected somewhere into our Milky Way. Two perfectly good bombs, as you stated, completely wasted. There was no use wasting any more.”

“Right. Those bombs are expensive. I’m aware of that. And the American people are always whining about the budget and the national debt. It’s all that ever seems to come out of their mouths.” The president made a whiny voice. “How much did that cost? And what about that, and that?” He threw his hands up. “I’ve just gotten into office and I’m already sick of hearing it.”

“The American people do have a tendency to whine, Mr. President.”

The president fingered the cleft in his chin and thought hard. “We’re going to need to bring more people in on this, form a committee. Hell, after all is said and done, if we can’t kill them maybe we’ll just have to figure out a way to get along with Tiny Earth. Coexist. I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

“I don’t know either, Mr. President.”

“At this point we really need to explore all options. Why don’t you attempt to open up negotiations with them? Set up an interplanetary summit.”

“They’ve already demanded a meeting.”

“Alright. Tell them that I’m inviting them to Camp David. We’ll have some drinks, ride some horses, sort this whole thing out.”

“It’s not that easy to find or contact them. Satellites and the weather are involved. We need to wait for our window. I don’t think you’re getting a clear picture of just how small Tiny Earth is, Mr. President. Tiny Earth is very, very small.” Maynard held out his thumb and index finger and slowly closed them together until they were so close the distance between them was nearly imperceptible. “So very, very tiny, Mr. President. Even smaller than this distance between my fingers. Not very easy to find at all.”

“I understand that they’re very small, Mr. Secretary. But you do have the tracking machine.”

“Can you imagine how big this cigar would seem to them?” the secretary said, holding out his cigar.

“I imagine that the cigar would seem quite large, Mr. Secretary.”

“It’d probably be bigger than the sun to them.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Relatively speaking I mean, the cigar would be bigger to them than the sun is to us.” The secretary chomped on the cigar and sucked in, creating a glowing facsimile of a sun at its tip. “Can you imagine how big our sun must seem to them?”

“Relatively speaking again?”

“No, Mr. President. Literally, this time.”

“I imagine our sun seems very, very, very large to the inhabitants of tiny earth.”

Suddenly the phone rang, causing both of them to jump. Then they stood motionless, examining it.

“Were you expecting any phone calls, Mr. President?” Secretary Maynard asked.

“No,” the president answered, shaking his head, gravely.

“You’d better let me handle this, Mr. President.”

Maynard lifted the receiver and held it to his ear. For a moment there was only silence, but suddenly, an ear-splitting horrible noise. BLAAAAAAGERRRRRAAAAA! Secretary Maynard pulled the phone away from his head and slammed it down on its crib.

“Son of a bitch, that’s painful!” Maynard said, rubbing his ear. “That was them manipulating our radio waves so that they could send you another warning.”

Post 3 is available here.

Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

 
My Brother’s Keeper
A short story by J. T. Pearson
Post 3
Each time I returned from the kitchen with refreshments he had his face nuzzling her arms and legs. She kept laughing and playfully fighting him off but I found myself growing very angry.
The three of us went out on the balcony. It was getting cold outside so I built a fire in the fireplace. I had to work the ashes with the poker several times in order to get the logs to stay lit. We all sat on the couch and he nestled right up against Elaine. She rubbed him behind the ears and when he turned over on his back she rubbed his stomach. We were watching True Grit, the original. I looked away from John Wayne and over at Franklin and what I saw shocked me. It was the look in his eyes. The look of lust.
“Elaine, stop that!” I pointed at him. “Look at his face!”
His expression changed immediately to one of embarrassment, and he looked hurt.
She was startled by my sudden outburst and asked, “What is wrong with you, Charles?”
I tried not to seem completely insane. “He was – he was – just acting weird,” I told her.
“Just acting weird?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, not knowing what else to say about the matter.
“I’ll tell you who’s acting weird, Charles. You scared me. You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that…do you mind if he doesn’t sit right up against you like that? Can you please stop stroking him?” I asked cautiously.
“What? Why?”
“Just because, okay?” I tried ineffectively.
“Are you actually jealous of a dog, Charles?” she asked me.
I threw my hands up and told her. “I don’t know what I’m thinking. I guess I’m just tired.”
The mood took a turn for the better when she surprised me by saying, “I find your jealousy very weird but a little sexy, Charles. Maybe we should retire to the bedroom and leave him here to watch TV.”
He suddenly got up on his haunches and started to growl at her, baring his teeth. He had originally believed that I had arranged for Elaine to come so that he could see her. Now, the relationship I had with Elaine was suddenly very clear to him.
“Oh my!” She said, sliding away from him. “Get him away from me, Charles!”
I ran to the fireplace and grabbed the poker. Franklin was slowly advancing on Elaine with his teeth bared. I attempted to back him off with the poker. He snapped at my hands but I continued to advance, moving him away from us.
“Throw him off. Charles!” Elaine screamed at me in a panic.
“Off the balcony?” I asked. I was mortified that she would even suggest such a thing.
There was a small utility shed in the corner of the balcony hidden behind a rubber tree plant. I used it to house items that I wanted to protect against inclement weather. I opened the door and threatened him with the poker until he went in.
“You should call the pound, Charles, and have someone take him away right now! That thing is dangerous!” She sat down. She was shaking and her breathing was uneasy. After a couple of minutes she managed to catch her breath. “To think that thing was sitting right up against me. Just imagine if it had attacked me then.” She shuddered. “Where did you say you got that thing?”
“From a very dear friend,” I told her.
“You really should see if he can take it back.”
“I’m afraid that’s impossible. He unfortunately passed on not too long ago,” I lied.
I said good night to Elaine and walked her out to her car. When I got back into the house I grabbed the poker and approached the utility shed. What I heard on the other side broke my heart. I could hear him crying again. After a few moments I slowly opened the door. I needed to console him and come clean about the indecent relationship that I’d been having behind his back. The second the door was open more than a foot he lunged at me, knocking me down, and got his teeth on my neck. I managed to get one of my hands into his mouth before he was able to clamp down. Grabbing the poker once again, which had fallen from my hand when he had attacked, I hit him repeatedly along his side and the top of his head until he was bleeding all over me. His eyes rolled up and he slumped from me to the floor. I pulled my hand from his mouth and tried to work my fingers. He’d done damage to my arm but the tendons were intact. The image of him lying on the ground, not moving, was almost too much for me. I cried and begged God to make him live. The police arrived twenty minutes after I’d called them. A report was filed and then they prepared to take Franklin with them.
“Where are you going to take him?” I asked them.
“For now, we’ll bring him to the animal shelter where a vet will see if he can patch him up unless you want your dog put down. I assumed that you didn’t because you said he never behaves like this and that an unusual situation had set him off. An animal expert will have to weigh in on whether it’s safe to let the animal live but when it’s an altercation with the pet and the owner it’s generally their say.”
After I returned from the hospital I attempted to sleep but I wept off and on that night, barely getting any rest. I tried to reason that the chimera wasn’t my brother but I knew differently. I knew the truth. I couldn’t help thinking back about the conversation I had with Dr. Kripps - about where the soul goes when creating a new being with cells from someone who’d already lived. Maybe he never gave it much consideration because he didn’t believe in souls.
Things went pretty much as the officer had described and the next day I was called down to the shelter to make a decision. Franklin laid on one of the tables, his head bandaged up, sedated.
“What do you want to do?” the vet asked me. She was young, green eyed, attractive, compassionate, with dark hair and a cleft chin. She asked the question but her green eyes pled with me to save him. I approached Franklin and studied his face. With his eyes closed he just looked like a dog.
I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Franklin.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Franklin. That’s his name. I’m taking him home.”
I brought Franklin home. For the next couple of weeks I nursed Franklin back to health. Elaine and I fought over Franklin daily. She wanted him gone, wanted him put down. Often she lingered near his bed and I found myself fearing that she would interfere with his recovery. After a while, although still heavily bandaged, Franklin could wobble his way around the apartment. One of his eyes was permanently destroyed, causing it to point up and off to the side, a white glaze covering it. The sight of it caused me unspeakable guilt.
Time passed and I was pleased with how Franklin’s recovery was coming along. Elaine managed to become tolerant of him but insisted that he still frightened her and demanded that she never have to be left alone with him. She was also disgusted by the fact that I was still calling him Franklin.
One day I heard a commotion coming from the balcony. Franklin had Elaine backed up near the edge of the rail and she was defending herself with the poker. This was the second transgression that I wrote of at the beginning of this journal entry.
She screamed at me, “Throw him off! Throw him off the balcony, Charles! Do it!”
Franklin looked back at me, teeth bared, but his one good eye looked as though he were pleading for understanding.
It took everything I had in me to do it but I did what was necessary and threw the monster over the edge, watching it tumble through the air as it plunged toward destruction, the view of sky and street exchanging places for the poor soul, one over the other until they were a blur, the long plunge ending with an explosive crash, crushing the top of a delivery van and setting off multiple car alarms below. My heart was lanced by sadness.
I convinced the police when they arrived that it had been a horrible accident. In the weeks that followed I found the terrible event replaying in my mind over and over. It robbed me of sleep. But then one day guilt gave way to feelings of liberation. A burden seemed to float from my shoulders, leaving my life in a much better place. I was actually finally able to get off of the depression medicine that I had been taking for years.
The triangle relationship was finally broken. The two of us enjoyed a renewed love and became as close as we’d ever been. We both still experience a bad day here and there but just like when we were children, those days were nothing that a grilled cheese and a bowl of tomato soup couldn’t solve. I couldn’t have gone on living with how I had treated Franklin without rectifying the matter and I am eternally grateful for his forgiveness. It is only recently, as I face my own death, that I think about the fact that I took a life and covered the facts with lies. And I can’t help but fear what God has in store for me. And so I created this document, my confession, to be found upon my passing. May I, Elaine, and Franklin all rest in peace one day. Charles Stanford.
The End!
Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

My Brother’s Keeper

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 3

Each time I returned from the kitchen with refreshments he had his face nuzzling her arms and legs. She kept laughing and playfully fighting him off but I found myself growing very angry.

The three of us went out on the balcony. It was getting cold outside so I built a fire in the fireplace. I had to work the ashes with the poker several times in order to get the logs to stay lit. We all sat on the couch and he nestled right up against Elaine. She rubbed him behind the ears and when he turned over on his back she rubbed his stomach. We were watching True Grit, the original. I looked away from John Wayne and over at Franklin and what I saw shocked me. It was the look in his eyes. The look of lust.

“Elaine, stop that!” I pointed at him. “Look at his face!”

His expression changed immediately to one of embarrassment, and he looked hurt.

She was startled by my sudden outburst and asked, “What is wrong with you, Charles?”

I tried not to seem completely insane. “He was – he was – just acting weird,” I told her.

“Just acting weird?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, not knowing what else to say about the matter.

“I’ll tell you who’s acting weird, Charles. You scared me. You could’ve given me a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that…do you mind if he doesn’t sit right up against you like that? Can you please stop stroking him?” I asked cautiously.

“What? Why?”

“Just because, okay?” I tried ineffectively.

“Are you actually jealous of a dog, Charles?” she asked me.

I threw my hands up and told her. “I don’t know what I’m thinking. I guess I’m just tired.”

The mood took a turn for the better when she surprised me by saying, “I find your jealousy very weird but a little sexy, Charles. Maybe we should retire to the bedroom and leave him here to watch TV.”

He suddenly got up on his haunches and started to growl at her, baring his teeth. He had originally believed that I had arranged for Elaine to come so that he could see her. Now, the relationship I had with Elaine was suddenly very clear to him.

“Oh my!” She said, sliding away from him. “Get him away from me, Charles!”

I ran to the fireplace and grabbed the poker. Franklin was slowly advancing on Elaine with his teeth bared. I attempted to back him off with the poker. He snapped at my hands but I continued to advance, moving him away from us.

“Throw him off. Charles!” Elaine screamed at me in a panic.

“Off the balcony?” I asked. I was mortified that she would even suggest such a thing.

There was a small utility shed in the corner of the balcony hidden behind a rubber tree plant. I used it to house items that I wanted to protect against inclement weather. I opened the door and threatened him with the poker until he went in.

“You should call the pound, Charles, and have someone take him away right now! That thing is dangerous!” She sat down. She was shaking and her breathing was uneasy. After a couple of minutes she managed to catch her breath. “To think that thing was sitting right up against me. Just imagine if it had attacked me then.” She shuddered. “Where did you say you got that thing?”

“From a very dear friend,” I told her.

“You really should see if he can take it back.”

“I’m afraid that’s impossible. He unfortunately passed on not too long ago,” I lied.

I said good night to Elaine and walked her out to her car. When I got back into the house I grabbed the poker and approached the utility shed. What I heard on the other side broke my heart. I could hear him crying again. After a few moments I slowly opened the door. I needed to console him and come clean about the indecent relationship that I’d been having behind his back. The second the door was open more than a foot he lunged at me, knocking me down, and got his teeth on my neck. I managed to get one of my hands into his mouth before he was able to clamp down. Grabbing the poker once again, which had fallen from my hand when he had attacked, I hit him repeatedly along his side and the top of his head until he was bleeding all over me. His eyes rolled up and he slumped from me to the floor. I pulled my hand from his mouth and tried to work my fingers. He’d done damage to my arm but the tendons were intact. The image of him lying on the ground, not moving, was almost too much for me. I cried and begged God to make him live. The police arrived twenty minutes after I’d called them. A report was filed and then they prepared to take Franklin with them.

“Where are you going to take him?” I asked them.

“For now, we’ll bring him to the animal shelter where a vet will see if he can patch him up unless you want your dog put down. I assumed that you didn’t because you said he never behaves like this and that an unusual situation had set him off. An animal expert will have to weigh in on whether it’s safe to let the animal live but when it’s an altercation with the pet and the owner it’s generally their say.”

After I returned from the hospital I attempted to sleep but I wept off and on that night, barely getting any rest. I tried to reason that the chimera wasn’t my brother but I knew differently. I knew the truth. I couldn’t help thinking back about the conversation I had with Dr. Kripps - about where the soul goes when creating a new being with cells from someone who’d already lived. Maybe he never gave it much consideration because he didn’t believe in souls.

Things went pretty much as the officer had described and the next day I was called down to the shelter to make a decision. Franklin laid on one of the tables, his head bandaged up, sedated.

“What do you want to do?” the vet asked me. She was young, green eyed, attractive, compassionate, with dark hair and a cleft chin. She asked the question but her green eyes pled with me to save him. I approached Franklin and studied his face. With his eyes closed he just looked like a dog.

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Franklin.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Franklin. That’s his name. I’m taking him home.”

I brought Franklin home. For the next couple of weeks I nursed Franklin back to health. Elaine and I fought over Franklin daily. She wanted him gone, wanted him put down. Often she lingered near his bed and I found myself fearing that she would interfere with his recovery. After a while, although still heavily bandaged, Franklin could wobble his way around the apartment. One of his eyes was permanently destroyed, causing it to point up and off to the side, a white glaze covering it. The sight of it caused me unspeakable guilt.

Time passed and I was pleased with how Franklin’s recovery was coming along. Elaine managed to become tolerant of him but insisted that he still frightened her and demanded that she never have to be left alone with him. She was also disgusted by the fact that I was still calling him Franklin.

One day I heard a commotion coming from the balcony. Franklin had Elaine backed up near the edge of the rail and she was defending herself with the poker. This was the second transgression that I wrote of at the beginning of this journal entry.

She screamed at me, “Throw him off! Throw him off the balcony, Charles! Do it!”

Franklin looked back at me, teeth bared, but his one good eye looked as though he were pleading for understanding.

It took everything I had in me to do it but I did what was necessary and threw the monster over the edge, watching it tumble through the air as it plunged toward destruction, the view of sky and street exchanging places for the poor soul, one over the other until they were a blur, the long plunge ending with an explosive crash, crushing the top of a delivery van and setting off multiple car alarms below. My heart was lanced by sadness.

I convinced the police when they arrived that it had been a horrible accident. In the weeks that followed I found the terrible event replaying in my mind over and over. It robbed me of sleep. But then one day guilt gave way to feelings of liberation. A burden seemed to float from my shoulders, leaving my life in a much better place. I was actually finally able to get off of the depression medicine that I had been taking for years.

The triangle relationship was finally broken. The two of us enjoyed a renewed love and became as close as we’d ever been. We both still experience a bad day here and there but just like when we were children, those days were nothing that a grilled cheese and a bowl of tomato soup couldn’t solve. I couldn’t have gone on living with how I had treated Franklin without rectifying the matter and I am eternally grateful for his forgiveness. It is only recently, as I face my own death, that I think about the fact that I took a life and covered the facts with lies. And I can’t help but fear what God has in store for me. And so I created this document, my confession, to be found upon my passing. May I, Elaine, and Franklin all rest in peace one day. Charles Stanford.

The End!

Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

 
My Brother’s Keeper
A short story by J. T. Pearson
Post 2
“Charles Stanford?” he asked, as we first met, extending his hand for me to shake before sitting down at the table. I had agreed to meet him at one of my favorite restaurants, The Pearl. On a Saturday evening the five star eatery would be teaming with business. Much harder to kidnap an aging billionaire under such conditions. I had gotten a little nervous about our meeting and momentarily considered telling him that I had no idea who Stanford was. Anytime you tell someone that you have unlimited financial resources you run the risk of hucksters racing your direction like hounds with the scent of blood in their snouts. I took the risk and shook his hand.
“Yes, Dr. Kripps. Please have a seat,” I offered.
He began his pitch. “You’ve already indicated, Charles, that you are familiar with much of my work and the success that I’ve had with mixing human and animal DNA so I won’t waste your time trying to sell you on the fact that I can do what I say I can do. I’m also certain that you are aware of GBCs involvement with cloning and that there has been some scandal in our past. That’s been in the news again lately. What I’d actually like to talk to you about is transgenesis. The science of transgenesis, Charles, is much farther along than the public is aware of.”
“Why did you bring up cloning first, Dr. Kripps? Are you saying that you can clone my brother?” I asked him. “Is that what you’re proposing?”
“No. I’m not talking about a clone exactly, although cells from your brother would be involved in this process. But this isn’t a clone. This is a new being that is created when foreign DNA is introduced to an embryo. It has its own identity – like your twin had a separate identity from you, even though you shared DNA so very similar. A clone is actually very similar to a twin but – this is altogether different.”
I was curt with him. “I’m finding this conversation both confusing and a little disturbing so far, Dr. Kripps, and I’m considering putting an end to it before long so I advise you to get to the point.”
“No reason to be disturbed, Charles, I assure you. All I’m talking about is an amazingly complex and very special pet – a dog,” he explained.
“You arranged this meeting to sell me a dog? You must be out of your mind.”
“No, Charles, not just any dog. A chimera – a mix of human and animal DNA – the DNA taken from your dying brother and mixed with the embryo of a Border Collie - we’ve had our highest success rate with Border Collies, possibly because they are the smartest of all breeds of dog. We’ll create a companion that looks like an animal but whose cellular machinery will conceal a unique biochemistry. He will be bright like your brother but more importantly he will have personality traits that only your brother had – his essence, if you will.”
“A dog can’t replace my brother, Doctor Kripps.”I started to get up but he waved me down.
“Please, Mr.Stanford.”
I paused. “I’ve really had just about enough of this conversation.”
“Just allow me to finish. I certainly wasn’t trying to suggest that a dog could replace your brother, Charles. I’m just trying to offer you a very special way to commemorate your brother – to continue to celebrate a man you loved so much – bringing part of him back to stay with you – to comfort you – to relieve some of your grief.”
“That part of a man that continues to carry his essence is generally referred to as a child, Doctor.”
“That would be ideal, Charles, but it is my understanding that your brother didn’t have any children.”
“Something seems very wrong about this. Would the dog have my brother’s soul?”
“No, Charles, as I indicated, the dog would be a new and completely different being than your brother. I, personally, don’t believe in souls but if you do, I suppose the dog would have a dog soul.”
“But you said it wasn’t a dog,” I argued.
“Not technically. Not entirely, but essentially it would still be a dog,” he replied.
“Why hasn’t anyone else done this?” I asked, suspiciously.
“Because they are unable to do so. And because it’s highly illegal, Charles.”
“So you contacted me. You just want to do it for me because I loved my brother so much and you can’t bear the thought that I’ll suddenly be without him. Just feeling sorry for me. Is that right, doctor? I have to say that I find that hard to believe.”
“Obviously, there’s more to it than that, Charles. I wouldn’t risk my career lightly,” he explained. “You’ve indicated that you are a man of extraordinary means. I’m in desperate need of an investor with such qualities. GBC had an unfortunate incident, a break in that caused many of our backers to retract funding. Some animal activists broke into our labs and freed goats that contained human DNA. We were able to immediately round up all of the thirteen chimeras except for two that weren’t recovered for over a day. When the animals still hadn’t turned up on the second day of the search we were compelled morally to alert the authorities and get their cooperation in retrieving the animals. With their cooperation we found them. If the chimeras had been able find and mate with other goats the result would’ve been devastating. Human DNA in our food chain could result in the rampant spread of diseases that our immune systems would be completely unfamiliar with.”
“But you’re certain that you recovered the animals before that happened?” I asked him.
“We believe so. The remaining two animals were found in a sparsely populated area but there were a couple of farms that had goats that were within reach of the chimeras. Only time will really tell if something disastrous took place.”
“Our government shouldn’t allow you people to be so careless with technology that you know so little about.”
“This field of exploration is not brand new. We’ve been working in this area since 1964. And I assure you, Charles, the reward is great enough that it is worth the gamble. We could be on the edge of curing most of the known diseases with this technology.”
“Why would it be safe for me to have a chimera if there was such a risk with the goats?”
“First off, your animal will be sterile so that he can’t mate, and second, we’ve managed with dogs to design an immune system that doesn’t allow the animal to contract any diseases that are foreign to dogs. The chimera won’t be a threat to humans, other animals, or the environment.” He leaned forward. “You become our primary investor and not only will you reap the benefits of one of the most profitable businesses of all time but you will have the most unique companion ever to roam the earth.”
I told the good doctor that I would get back to him but I didn’t, not for several months. For a time Franklin’s cancer went into remission, shocking the team of specialists that my brother had seen. There was even a possibility that he might recover but the disease came back progressing more aggressively than ever. When Franklin was nearing the end I contacted the doctor and made the arrangements. Dr. Kripps visited my brother in the hospital with me. I told my brother that he was just one more specialist that needed to take a few samples. The doctor acquired what he needed. Within a week my brother was dead and I was devastated. Remarkably, Elaine seemed relatively unaffected by Franklin’s passing. She even brought up the idea that she might not attend his funeral but backtracked when she saw my reaction.
I mourned for weeks without leaving my home. Not bothering to bathe, or even eat some days. I was a mess. I feared at one point that I’d never recover but I slowly started getting back to my routine. Eventually I gave in to Elaine’s continual phone calls pestering me to come see her, and still burdened with a heavy heart, I left my home and met her at her apartment. I was struggling with more than grief. I was also dealing with the fear and guilt of attempting to toy with nature’s original design and bring a part of Franklin back. Elaine just considered my odd behavior to be a part of my grieving process. She did ask me whether Franklin’s death had any effect on my portfolio and then seemed relieved when I told her that our business affairs were separate and my estate was perfectly intact. The fact that she even asked such a question angered me. We viciously argued that night. Then I told her that I hadn’t slept well and feared that I was coming down with a bug and we managed to take back some of the things we had said to each other. We ended the night in her bedroom. I couldn’t tell her about what was really on my mind, about the chimera that was being created.
I arrived at GBC Biotherapeutics still a little uncertain whether what I’d done had been a good idea. But the deed was done. I had conspired in this warped resurrection. I was certain that I had made a sound business decision and that I was going to make a sizeable fortune with my investment in the company but the thought of being responsible for creating a new being was so nerve-racking that I nearly ordered them to terminate the fetus. But I knew I couldn’t do that. Not with it containing all that was left of my brother.
The chimera had been alive for several weeks when Dr. Kripps had called and informed me that I could come to the facility and pick him up. He carried the chimera in his arms and an assistant accompanying him carried an animal cage meant for transport. I shook the doctor’s hand and then examined the chimera. As soon as our eyes met I felt shivers down my spine. He had Franklin’s eyes and more. They seemed to reveal Franklin’s soul. As the doctor handed him over to me he stared straight into my eyes as if he knew me.
“You look uneasy, Charles. I assure you that he’s not going to bite you. He’s much too bright for that, and besides, it’s not in his personality. Didn’t you describe your brother as a confirmed pacifist when we first met? A kind and gentle heart unmatched, is how I believe you put it. Go ahead, Charles, hug him. Get to know him. Go ahead and love him.”
I continued gazing into his eyes – my brother’s eyes - and I felt a tear escaping mine. I pulled him close and embraced him.
I took the chimera home. I had driven myself to the clinic, opting out of my usual car service. Now I struggled to find a parking spot within a reasonable distance of my building. I gave up and parked the car illegally and called for my assistant to take care of it. I could see that the Chimera wanted to walk. They had given me a leash along with other effects intended for him but I couldn’t see putting it on him. I wasn’t sure how much of him was dog but I knew he needed to be treated with dignity. I set him on the ground and we walked together. The chimera made every turn as if he knew exactly where we were going – like he could read my mind – or more accurately, like he’d been there before.
We reached the penthouse and exited the elevator into my hallway where we were immediately assaulted by Mrs. Livingston’s poodle. The chimera did everything it could to avoid tangling with the vicious animal, desperately trying to climb my leg, but he got bitten on the ear pretty badly. Mrs. Livingston called her dog back to her apartment angrily and then gave a half-hearted apology that included the phrase, “neither of us really had our dogs on a leash.”
I felt guilty for reacting so slowly and letting him get hurt. Franklin had never been much of a fighter and he was visibly shaken by the event. I did my best to dress the wound while he cried. It was so strange hearing him cry – just like my brother always had. Instinctively, I prepared our favorite lunch for him, grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, just like our mother used to do for us when we were young and had had a bad day. That seemed to cheer him up quickly. I have a balcony that overlooks the city, complete with a fireplace and an entertainment system that was professionally modified to withstand outdoor conditions. We sat outside on the couch, enjoying the glorious sunshine, and watched TV. He nudged me whenever he wanted me to change the channel. I was feeling extremely comfortable with him – familiar. And very happy that I’d made the decision not to terminate him.
Things were great for the first two days and then Elaine came over. In all the stress and confusion I’d completely forgotten to return her phone messages. When she came through the door Franklin leapt to her, wagging his tail, licking her everywhere he could. She was flattered by the affection. He kept turning back to me and licking me before returning to her, just genuinely happy to be around the two of us again. She examined the injury to his ear. I hadn’t even prepared an explanation for her.
“You got a dog, Charles? Why on earth did you get a dog? You don’t care for animals.”
“I care for him.”
“I swear, Charles, your brother’s death is certainly weighing on your sanity.” She rubbed his head and stared at his eyes. For a moment I feared that she recognized him. “What’s his name, Charles?” she asked me.
“I don’t know,” I replied nervously. “I haven’t decided yet. I was thinking of naming him Franklin, after my brother.”
He barked twice loudly.
She looked at me with what bordered on disgust and said, “You can’t name him after your brother, Charles. I know you miss your brother but that’s just too weird.”
“Perhaps I’ll have to think about it some more,” I told her.
“Well, you better come up with a name for him soon because leaving a pet without a name is bad luck.”
“Not to mention, it makes it pretty hard to call him.” I thought the comment witty, but she ignored it. She never had much of a sense of humor.
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Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

My Brother’s Keeper

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 2

“Charles Stanford?” he asked, as we first met, extending his hand for me to shake before sitting down at the table. I had agreed to meet him at one of my favorite restaurants, The Pearl. On a Saturday evening the five star eatery would be teaming with business. Much harder to kidnap an aging billionaire under such conditions. I had gotten a little nervous about our meeting and momentarily considered telling him that I had no idea who Stanford was. Anytime you tell someone that you have unlimited financial resources you run the risk of hucksters racing your direction like hounds with the scent of blood in their snouts. I took the risk and shook his hand.

“Yes, Dr. Kripps. Please have a seat,” I offered.

He began his pitch. “You’ve already indicated, Charles, that you are familiar with much of my work and the success that I’ve had with mixing human and animal DNA so I won’t waste your time trying to sell you on the fact that I can do what I say I can do. I’m also certain that you are aware of GBCs involvement with cloning and that there has been some scandal in our past. That’s been in the news again lately. What I’d actually like to talk to you about is transgenesis. The science of transgenesis, Charles, is much farther along than the public is aware of.”

“Why did you bring up cloning first, Dr. Kripps? Are you saying that you can clone my brother?” I asked him. “Is that what you’re proposing?”

“No. I’m not talking about a clone exactly, although cells from your brother would be involved in this process. But this isn’t a clone. This is a new being that is created when foreign DNA is introduced to an embryo. It has its own identity – like your twin had a separate identity from you, even though you shared DNA so very similar. A clone is actually very similar to a twin but – this is altogether different.”

I was curt with him. “I’m finding this conversation both confusing and a little disturbing so far, Dr. Kripps, and I’m considering putting an end to it before long so I advise you to get to the point.”

“No reason to be disturbed, Charles, I assure you. All I’m talking about is an amazingly complex and very special pet – a dog,” he explained.

“You arranged this meeting to sell me a dog? You must be out of your mind.”

“No, Charles, not just any dog. A chimera – a mix of human and animal DNA – the DNA taken from your dying brother and mixed with the embryo of a Border Collie - we’ve had our highest success rate with Border Collies, possibly because they are the smartest of all breeds of dog. We’ll create a companion that looks like an animal but whose cellular machinery will conceal a unique biochemistry. He will be bright like your brother but more importantly he will have personality traits that only your brother had – his essence, if you will.”

“A dog can’t replace my brother, Doctor Kripps.”I started to get up but he waved me down.

“Please, Mr.Stanford.”

I paused. “I’ve really had just about enough of this conversation.”

“Just allow me to finish. I certainly wasn’t trying to suggest that a dog could replace your brother, Charles. I’m just trying to offer you a very special way to commemorate your brother – to continue to celebrate a man you loved so much – bringing part of him back to stay with you – to comfort you – to relieve some of your grief.”

“That part of a man that continues to carry his essence is generally referred to as a child, Doctor.”

“That would be ideal, Charles, but it is my understanding that your brother didn’t have any children.”

“Something seems very wrong about this. Would the dog have my brother’s soul?”

“No, Charles, as I indicated, the dog would be a new and completely different being than your brother. I, personally, don’t believe in souls but if you do, I suppose the dog would have a dog soul.”

“But you said it wasn’t a dog,” I argued.

“Not technically. Not entirely, but essentially it would still be a dog,” he replied.

“Why hasn’t anyone else done this?” I asked, suspiciously.

“Because they are unable to do so. And because it’s highly illegal, Charles.”

“So you contacted me. You just want to do it for me because I loved my brother so much and you can’t bear the thought that I’ll suddenly be without him. Just feeling sorry for me. Is that right, doctor? I have to say that I find that hard to believe.”

“Obviously, there’s more to it than that, Charles. I wouldn’t risk my career lightly,” he explained. “You’ve indicated that you are a man of extraordinary means. I’m in desperate need of an investor with such qualities. GBC had an unfortunate incident, a break in that caused many of our backers to retract funding. Some animal activists broke into our labs and freed goats that contained human DNA. We were able to immediately round up all of the thirteen chimeras except for two that weren’t recovered for over a day. When the animals still hadn’t turned up on the second day of the search we were compelled morally to alert the authorities and get their cooperation in retrieving the animals. With their cooperation we found them. If the chimeras had been able find and mate with other goats the result would’ve been devastating. Human DNA in our food chain could result in the rampant spread of diseases that our immune systems would be completely unfamiliar with.”

“But you’re certain that you recovered the animals before that happened?” I asked him.

“We believe so. The remaining two animals were found in a sparsely populated area but there were a couple of farms that had goats that were within reach of the chimeras. Only time will really tell if something disastrous took place.”

“Our government shouldn’t allow you people to be so careless with technology that you know so little about.”

“This field of exploration is not brand new. We’ve been working in this area since 1964. And I assure you, Charles, the reward is great enough that it is worth the gamble. We could be on the edge of curing most of the known diseases with this technology.”

“Why would it be safe for me to have a chimera if there was such a risk with the goats?”

“First off, your animal will be sterile so that he can’t mate, and second, we’ve managed with dogs to design an immune system that doesn’t allow the animal to contract any diseases that are foreign to dogs. The chimera won’t be a threat to humans, other animals, or the environment.” He leaned forward. “You become our primary investor and not only will you reap the benefits of one of the most profitable businesses of all time but you will have the most unique companion ever to roam the earth.”

I told the good doctor that I would get back to him but I didn’t, not for several months. For a time Franklin’s cancer went into remission, shocking the team of specialists that my brother had seen. There was even a possibility that he might recover but the disease came back progressing more aggressively than ever. When Franklin was nearing the end I contacted the doctor and made the arrangements. Dr. Kripps visited my brother in the hospital with me. I told my brother that he was just one more specialist that needed to take a few samples. The doctor acquired what he needed. Within a week my brother was dead and I was devastated. Remarkably, Elaine seemed relatively unaffected by Franklin’s passing. She even brought up the idea that she might not attend his funeral but backtracked when she saw my reaction.

I mourned for weeks without leaving my home. Not bothering to bathe, or even eat some days. I was a mess. I feared at one point that I’d never recover but I slowly started getting back to my routine. Eventually I gave in to Elaine’s continual phone calls pestering me to come see her, and still burdened with a heavy heart, I left my home and met her at her apartment. I was struggling with more than grief. I was also dealing with the fear and guilt of attempting to toy with nature’s original design and bring a part of Franklin back. Elaine just considered my odd behavior to be a part of my grieving process. She did ask me whether Franklin’s death had any effect on my portfolio and then seemed relieved when I told her that our business affairs were separate and my estate was perfectly intact. The fact that she even asked such a question angered me. We viciously argued that night. Then I told her that I hadn’t slept well and feared that I was coming down with a bug and we managed to take back some of the things we had said to each other. We ended the night in her bedroom. I couldn’t tell her about what was really on my mind, about the chimera that was being created.

I arrived at GBC Biotherapeutics still a little uncertain whether what I’d done had been a good idea. But the deed was done. I had conspired in this warped resurrection. I was certain that I had made a sound business decision and that I was going to make a sizeable fortune with my investment in the company but the thought of being responsible for creating a new being was so nerve-racking that I nearly ordered them to terminate the fetus. But I knew I couldn’t do that. Not with it containing all that was left of my brother.

The chimera had been alive for several weeks when Dr. Kripps had called and informed me that I could come to the facility and pick him up. He carried the chimera in his arms and an assistant accompanying him carried an animal cage meant for transport. I shook the doctor’s hand and then examined the chimera. As soon as our eyes met I felt shivers down my spine. He had Franklin’s eyes and more. They seemed to reveal Franklin’s soul. As the doctor handed him over to me he stared straight into my eyes as if he knew me.

“You look uneasy, Charles. I assure you that he’s not going to bite you. He’s much too bright for that, and besides, it’s not in his personality. Didn’t you describe your brother as a confirmed pacifist when we first met? A kind and gentle heart unmatched, is how I believe you put it. Go ahead, Charles, hug him. Get to know him. Go ahead and love him.”

I continued gazing into his eyes – my brother’s eyes - and I felt a tear escaping mine. I pulled him close and embraced him.

I took the chimera home. I had driven myself to the clinic, opting out of my usual car service. Now I struggled to find a parking spot within a reasonable distance of my building. I gave up and parked the car illegally and called for my assistant to take care of it. I could see that the Chimera wanted to walk. They had given me a leash along with other effects intended for him but I couldn’t see putting it on him. I wasn’t sure how much of him was dog but I knew he needed to be treated with dignity. I set him on the ground and we walked together. The chimera made every turn as if he knew exactly where we were going – like he could read my mind – or more accurately, like he’d been there before.

We reached the penthouse and exited the elevator into my hallway where we were immediately assaulted by Mrs. Livingston’s poodle. The chimera did everything it could to avoid tangling with the vicious animal, desperately trying to climb my leg, but he got bitten on the ear pretty badly. Mrs. Livingston called her dog back to her apartment angrily and then gave a half-hearted apology that included the phrase, “neither of us really had our dogs on a leash.”

I felt guilty for reacting so slowly and letting him get hurt. Franklin had never been much of a fighter and he was visibly shaken by the event. I did my best to dress the wound while he cried. It was so strange hearing him cry – just like my brother always had. Instinctively, I prepared our favorite lunch for him, grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, just like our mother used to do for us when we were young and had had a bad day. That seemed to cheer him up quickly. I have a balcony that overlooks the city, complete with a fireplace and an entertainment system that was professionally modified to withstand outdoor conditions. We sat outside on the couch, enjoying the glorious sunshine, and watched TV. He nudged me whenever he wanted me to change the channel. I was feeling extremely comfortable with him – familiar. And very happy that I’d made the decision not to terminate him.

Things were great for the first two days and then Elaine came over. In all the stress and confusion I’d completely forgotten to return her phone messages. When she came through the door Franklin leapt to her, wagging his tail, licking her everywhere he could. She was flattered by the affection. He kept turning back to me and licking me before returning to her, just genuinely happy to be around the two of us again. She examined the injury to his ear. I hadn’t even prepared an explanation for her.

“You got a dog, Charles? Why on earth did you get a dog? You don’t care for animals.”

“I care for him.”

“I swear, Charles, your brother’s death is certainly weighing on your sanity.” She rubbed his head and stared at his eyes. For a moment I feared that she recognized him. “What’s his name, Charles?” she asked me.

“I don’t know,” I replied nervously. “I haven’t decided yet. I was thinking of naming him Franklin, after my brother.”

He barked twice loudly.

She looked at me with what bordered on disgust and said, “You can’t name him after your brother, Charles. I know you miss your brother but that’s just too weird.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to think about it some more,” I told her.

“Well, you better come up with a name for him soon because leaving a pet without a name is bad luck.”

“Not to mention, it makes it pretty hard to call him.” I thought the comment witty, but she ignored it. She never had much of a sense of humor.

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Guest Post by J. T. Pearson

 
My Brother’s Keeper
A short story by J. T. Pearson
Post 1
From the journal of Charles Stanford: June 4th 1978
If you’re reading this journal it can only mean one of two things; you’ve either pilfered it from my study or I have died and you have stumbled upon it while recording the assets of my estate. Whichever the case, so be it. This entry might resemble a confession rather than the usual mundane recordings of a man’s personal life. Call it what you will.I have come to terms with the serious transgression that I have committed against God – for He is the one true and only creator, and I confess that I knowingly trespassed in His domain when choosing to conspire against Him, supplying the funds to the company that trampled on his sacred dominion. We posed as His feeble imposter, while attempting to tamper with His creation. That said, I’m also guilty of a transgression which common men regularly commit, one that involves a woman and adultery. For these sins I fear that I will never be forgiven and an eternity in hell will be my eventual and just fate. The following is my account of the series of events that led me to this dismal place.I was born more gifted than my brother Franklin, better off in every way worth measuring. He was both my physical and intellectual inferior but I loved him as much as life itself. Our parents died when we were still very young in a horrific accident involving a train. So all Franklin and I had was each other for most of our lives. We were very grateful that the couple that adopted us chose to keep us together. The Stanfords didn’t provide much affection but they gave us a stable home where we didn’t want for much. My brother and I both attended college after school and studied business. After graduating we formed a partnership and ended up doing very well with a chain of restaurants and hotels to show for it. Our success afforded us the opportunity to retire young and live very well, traveling whenever we felt the urge, beautiful apartments, the finest suits and watches. But it was our relationship that was the most valuable of all things to us. I mentioned that I was both brighter and more of a physical specimen than Franklin and sometimes that made him jealous of the many things that came to me easily. Women, being one of them. I always had a rotation of beautiful women that I courted whereas Franklin always struggled in that department, even with his wealth he couldn’t seem to attract a woman that would stay any longer than for a couple of trips, some experiences out on the town, a little fine dining. He had no reason to be jealous of the relationship I had with women. They really weren’t any more significant than the random dates that Franklin had. None of the women ever amounted to anything other than a good time. But in our later years it was Franklin that managed to finally obtain what had eluded both of us throughout our lives. That significant and meaningful relationship.Franklin was more excited than I’d ever seen him when he spoke of his girlfriend Elaine. So, of course, I insisted on meeting this creature that sounded more like a dream than flesh. Elaine was quite a bit younger than Franklin and I. Twenty years to be precise. I immediately feared that Franklin might’ve had a common gold-digger in pursuit but it didn’t seem to be the case when I met her. She was a vibrant lusty forty three – teaming with energy - opinionated and argumentative. I struggled with being drawn to her, captivated. This was the woman that Franklin had told me he loved. She was strictly forbidden. But chemistry is chemistry, and the two of us shared and argued and debated and laughed well into the morning, long after Franklin had fallen asleep on my couch. This woman was to me like other men describe cocaine – like a rollercoaster ride. I couldn’t help but want her. I hated the fact that she was with Franklin and for the first time, something deep inside of me resented my brother. I realized that in order to keep my relationship with my brother intact that I had to avoid this woman as much as possible. I pretended to Franklin that I found Elaine completely vile and asked that he never let the horrible creature set foot inside my home again. It was the only way that I could think of to save us all. But Franklin, not desiring to be without either of us, insisted Elaine and I find some common ground, that we avoid heated, angry, passionate debates - and find a way to coexist. We were doomed to play this love triangle out.Over the following year, as I spent time with Franklin and Elaine, as hard as I tried not to fall in love with her it inevitably happened, and her with me. We started meeting secretly behind Franklin’s back. I was terrified at the thought of my brother finding out and hating me forever but it wasn’t enough to keep me from her. Elaine brought up the idea that we should just tell Franklin. She’d explain that she had fallen out of love with him and into love with me. I forbade it. Franklin’s feelings hadn’t changed. He was still deeply in love with Elaine. It would’ve devastated him and ended up leaving him with neither of us in his life. I couldn’t stand the thought of my brother being all alone in the world and emotionally broken. Elaine and I continued this charade, unable to find a way out of the trap that we’d prepared ourselves.After the three of us had just enjoyed a spectacular evening, Franklin and I celebrating our sixty forth birthday with Elaine, he revealed to us that he had cancer. I was crushed by the news, but determined that we would find a way to beat this mutiny within his body together. As he described the visits with doctors that he’d kept secret from us he sounded as though he’d already given up. Apparently he had been told by specialists that his condition was advanced to the point of an inevitable death. They told him to get his affairs in order and prepare his loved ones for the end.I wasn’t ready to give up. I took it upon my own to contact scientists that were leading the good fight against this evil disease. I had heard remarkable results had been achieved destroying cancer cells by slipping human genes into the DNA of goats and producing a chimera that could provide cancer fighting cells to harvest and introduce to an ailing body.I described my brother’s condition to the doctors at GBC Biotherapeutics but to my profound anguish they regretfully informed me that technology had not quite advanced to the state necessary to save my dear Franklin. I told them that money was no obstacle, that I was extremely well off and that I’d be willing to part with a sizeable portion of my fortune in order to save my brother, but it was of no consequence, they simply couldn’t do it.It seemed that my brother spoke of nothing but his disease from the day of his announcement. I recognized that Elaine was growing weary of his new identity. She said that there was no way that she was going to waste any more time staying with him and that if I wanted to continue to see her that I’d better accept it. I saw this coming and yet there was nothing I could do to keep it from happening. I decided that she should let him down gently, explaining to Franklin that the two of them had grown apart over time. After Elaine had disappeared from Franklin’s life, the two of us would start our affair up again quietly, never letting him know what we were up to. I was surprised by how little she seemed to care about Franklin’s feelings. She had said that she loved this man at one time. Now she cared so little for him that she didn’t really seem to care whether Franklin learned of our deceit or not. Elaine had many enticing attributes but compassion was not one of them. When Elaine left Franklin it consumed him.Franklin, sick, weak, and lonely, fell into a deep depression (our family line has always been susceptible to depression and mental instability). I feared that Franklin would use his medication to end his life prematurely. He begged me to bring Elaine to him because he was too sick to go to her. He wanted to talk to her again and explain that he needed her back and that he loved her more than anything. I talked him out of it, but I was too cowardly to confess my transgression. And as we’d planned, Elaine and I started up again behind Franklin’s back. How could anyone do that to their brother? I didn’t know. I really did love him.It was weeks later when one of the men I’d spoken with at GBC Biotherapeutics, Dr. Harold Kripps, contacted me and inquired whether my brother was still alive. I told him that he was, but just barely. He asked whether we could take a meeting together. He said that he still couldn’t save my brother but he might be able to do the next best thing. I had no idea what he meant but I must admit that he had me intrigued. What would come to pass would completely change my view of the world.Post 2 available hereGuest post by J. T. Pearson

My Brother’s Keeper

A short story by J. T. Pearson

Post 1

From the journal of Charles Stanford: June 4th 1978

If you’re reading this journal it can only mean one of two things; you’ve either pilfered it from my study or I have died and you have stumbled upon it while recording the assets of my estate. Whichever the case, so be it. This entry might resemble a confession rather than the usual mundane recordings of a man’s personal life. Call it what you will.

I have come to terms with the serious transgression that I have committed against God – for He is the one true and only creator, and I confess that I knowingly trespassed in His domain when choosing to conspire against Him, supplying the funds to the company that trampled on his sacred dominion. We posed as His feeble imposter, while attempting to tamper with His creation. That said, I’m also guilty of a transgression which common men regularly commit, one that involves a woman and adultery. For these sins I fear that I will never be forgiven and an eternity in hell will be my eventual and just fate. The following is my account of the series of events that led me to this dismal place.

I was born more gifted than my brother Franklin, better off in every way worth measuring. He was both my physical and intellectual inferior but I loved him as much as life itself. Our parents died when we were still very young in a horrific accident involving a train. So all Franklin and I had was each other for most of our lives. We were very grateful that the couple that adopted us chose to keep us together. The Stanfords didn’t provide much affection but they gave us a stable home where we didn’t want for much. My brother and I both attended college after school and studied business. After graduating we formed a partnership and ended up doing very well with a chain of restaurants and hotels to show for it. Our success afforded us the opportunity to retire young and live very well, traveling whenever we felt the urge, beautiful apartments, the finest suits and watches. But it was our relationship that was the most valuable of all things to us. I mentioned that I was both brighter and more of a physical specimen than Franklin and sometimes that made him jealous of the many things that came to me easily. Women, being one of them. I always had a rotation of beautiful women that I courted whereas Franklin always struggled in that department, even with his wealth he couldn’t seem to attract a woman that would stay any longer than for a couple of trips, some experiences out on the town, a little fine dining. He had no reason to be jealous of the relationship I had with women. They really weren’t any more significant than the random dates that Franklin had. None of the women ever amounted to anything other than a good time. But in our later years it was Franklin that managed to finally obtain what had eluded both of us throughout our lives. That significant and meaningful relationship.

Franklin was more excited than I’d ever seen him when he spoke of his girlfriend Elaine. So, of course, I insisted on meeting this creature that sounded more like a dream than flesh. Elaine was quite a bit younger than Franklin and I. Twenty years to be precise. I immediately feared that Franklin might’ve had a common gold-digger in pursuit but it didn’t seem to be the case when I met her. She was a vibrant lusty forty three – teaming with energy - opinionated and argumentative. I struggled with being drawn to her, captivated. This was the woman that Franklin had told me he loved. She was strictly forbidden. But chemistry is chemistry, and the two of us shared and argued and debated and laughed well into the morning, long after Franklin had fallen asleep on my couch. This woman was to me like other men describe cocaine – like a rollercoaster ride. I couldn’t help but want her. I hated the fact that she was with Franklin and for the first time, something deep inside of me resented my brother. I realized that in order to keep my relationship with my brother intact that I had to avoid this woman as much as possible. I pretended to Franklin that I found Elaine completely vile and asked that he never let the horrible creature set foot inside my home again. It was the only way that I could think of to save us all. But Franklin, not desiring to be without either of us, insisted Elaine and I find some common ground, that we avoid heated, angry, passionate debates - and find a way to coexist. We were doomed to play this love triangle out.

Over the following year, as I spent time with Franklin and Elaine, as hard as I tried not to fall in love with her it inevitably happened, and her with me. We started meeting secretly behind Franklin’s back. I was terrified at the thought of my brother finding out and hating me forever but it wasn’t enough to keep me from her. Elaine brought up the idea that we should just tell Franklin. She’d explain that she had fallen out of love with him and into love with me. I forbade it. Franklin’s feelings hadn’t changed. He was still deeply in love with Elaine. It would’ve devastated him and ended up leaving him with neither of us in his life. I couldn’t stand the thought of my brother being all alone in the world and emotionally broken. Elaine and I continued this charade, unable to find a way out of the trap that we’d prepared ourselves.

After the three of us had just enjoyed a spectacular evening, Franklin and I celebrating our sixty forth birthday with Elaine, he revealed to us that he had cancer. I was crushed by the news, but determined that we would find a way to beat this mutiny within his body together. As he described the visits with doctors that he’d kept secret from us he sounded as though he’d already given up. Apparently he had been told by specialists that his condition was advanced to the point of an inevitable death. They told him to get his affairs in order and prepare his loved ones for the end.

I wasn’t ready to give up. I took it upon my own to contact scientists that were leading the good fight against this evil disease. I had heard remarkable results had been achieved destroying cancer cells by slipping human genes into the DNA of goats and producing a chimera that could provide cancer fighting cells to harvest and introduce to an ailing body.

I described my brother’s condition to the doctors at GBC Biotherapeutics but to my profound anguish they regretfully informed me that technology had not quite advanced to the state necessary to save my dear Franklin. I told them that money was no obstacle, that I was extremely well off and that I’d be willing to part with a sizeable portion of my fortune in order to save my brother, but it was of no consequence, they simply couldn’t do it.

It seemed that my brother spoke of nothing but his disease from the day of his announcement. I recognized that Elaine was growing weary of his new identity. She said that there was no way that she was going to waste any more time staying with him and that if I wanted to continue to see her that I’d better accept it. I saw this coming and yet there was nothing I could do to keep it from happening. I decided that she should let him down gently, explaining to Franklin that the two of them had grown apart over time. After Elaine had disappeared from Franklin’s life, the two of us would start our affair up again quietly, never letting him know what we were up to. I was surprised by how little she seemed to care about Franklin’s feelings. She had said that she loved this man at one time. Now she cared so little for him that she didn’t really seem to care whether Franklin learned of our deceit or not. Elaine had many enticing attributes but compassion was not one of them. When Elaine left Franklin it consumed him.

Franklin, sick, weak, and lonely, fell into a deep depression (our family line has always been susceptible to depression and mental instability). I feared that Franklin would use his medication to end his life prematurely. He begged me to bring Elaine to him because he was too sick to go to her. He wanted to talk to her again and explain that he needed her back and that he loved her more than anything. I talked him out of it, but I was too cowardly to confess my transgression. And as we’d planned, Elaine and I started up again behind Franklin’s back. How could anyone do that to their brother? I didn’t know. I really did love him.

It was weeks later when one of the men I’d spoken with at GBC Biotherapeutics, Dr. Harold Kripps, contacted me and inquired whether my brother was still alive. I told him that he was, but just barely. He asked whether we could take a meeting together. He said that he still couldn’t save my brother but he might be able to do the next best thing. I had no idea what he meant but I must admit that he had me intrigued. What would come to pass would completely change my view of the world.

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Guest post by J. T. Pearson

 
The Rallians
A story by Vincent Ochen
Chapter Eight :  Hope
We had earlier set our course towards the centauri system. The Amoans mentioned their belief that some of their ancestors had sought refuge there. Alpha Centauri we sensed had life in forms we could not understand. When we reached the Centauri star system we slowed down the Mother ship till it came to a halt. Our scientists took this time off the journey to learn the secrets of the ships. A mop up team transported the dead Rallians and threw them down one of the gas giants, ten times larger than Jupiter. They would be crushed to dust by the atmosphere. We threw more than three hundred of them here.
Some dead Rallians we embalmed for use on our scientific experiments- we needed to know the enemy in and out if we were to win this war. We kept some in special liquids, some we embalmed.
Our search parties were sent to scour the Centauri planets, and they mentioned wonders to beheld, when we entered the planet it was beautiful as your own, we had sailed many weeks to get here, we needed food and Dinosaurs of all types were aplenty here, and the hunt began.  The Centauri planet was a fresh water world too; not as big as yours or our oceans but equally gigantic, and it teemed with creatures none resembled our own.
We hunted the Dinosaurs on land and in the seas and packed them in tins. We ate raw food. The Amoans ate seeds, these they got in plenty.
This world was wild; we could not stay in it; 
We then came into your system, we landed on Mars; it had a blue atmosphere, it had seen its youth long before you were born, it lived lives of men. This planet may also -like it was to us be your refuge. We landed with amphibious boats on the hundred mile deep waters. The Martian surface was one half water and the other half watery clay. It had its bright moments, and when it rained in Mars-it rained. The land suited us. In Mars we buried those that had died during the battle, most had died of their wounds during our journey. The areas I explored in Mars that I highly recommend for you include the   volcano tyrrhena, the candor chasma in valles marineris canyon; the becquerel crater in west Terra arabia; the hellas basin; meridiani plains; The athabasca valles. I climbed Olympus Mons and its three Tharsis companions, as well as dug up water from the Cerberus Fossa and sailed by boat from the ma’adim vallis to the gusev crater. 
From Mars we sent a hundred of the larger Aldos to scour two hundred light years of our galaxy and try to find any life form we could detect. Each of these Aldos carried a hundred  people, with the hope that they would settle were ever they found was possible, we had to seed as many worlds as we could.
In Mars we discovered many beings, beings that we later transported and seeded your young world. At this moment your world was entirely covered with water, it was a world of promises, we got one of the moons of Jupiter and dragged it to your own, and this helped divide the waters and allowed land to come out of the deep. We had carried many dinosaur eggs from Centauri and along with trees, plants and mammalian species in Mars we seeded your planet. The Amoans decided to seed your planet with their species; we also seeded your world with our DNA; hopefully in a billion or so years from today you will evolve to have the technology to discover our genetic message in you and so find us. In your moon we kept our history. Dig deep enough and you will find records of our entire technology.
END OF BOOK ONE                             
Preview to book two : The future belongs to those who create.
Reports came in from the ships we had sent to scour the solar systems near us, and they were not good. The Rallians had sent drones to search for us, we had warned the ships to avoid these drones as much as possible, These Rallian Spy drones were as intelligent as you will be in a billion years, So intelligent to be possibly human, we knew the consequences of being caught, and lived frugal lives, without heat in most cases, and made sure the Aldos went further and further into the edges of the galaxy.
Meanwhile we trained our soldiers to fly the Rallian attack Vessels; of which we had tens of thousands. Due to the risk that the Rallians could discover and destroy the Mother ship, we shielded it with Amoan technology, and sank it like a submarine into the waters of Europa, it had the deepest waters in your solar system; it quickly covered its surface with ice several miles deep. There we knew we could come back to it in the event of a war.
We trained, set up spy beacons in the edges of your solar system to warn us of any Rallian drone incursion, we did many tests to see if we could respond fast enough to create silence in the system, or even launch defensive attacks. These exercises were necessary. Within this time we learnt from the Amoans how to make Rallian stun guns, by using energy from the sun blocks, we now had the technology to kill the Rallians.
Eighty Light years from were we were, there was another Rallian group completely unknown to us. They were a forward part and mined from another solar system, we believed it was the Altarians we had earlier heard off,  the heat the planet gave out had given hint of a civilization, one of the Aldos went it there only to discover that the Rallians were already there and had done what they were good at-Destruction and slavery. Our men tried to run away but were chased after. Then they began to send SOS messages. The Aldo could not flee; it was caught with an electric freeze gun that disabled its engine, then they came in for the Kill.
We radioed to other ships to tread carefully. Two nearby Aldos were directed to go to the aid of the attacked ship.
It was at such a time that many other beings from the galaxy came by, they had heard our frequency and our talks about a Rallian attack, it was then they went in for the kill. By the time we reached the battle zone, they had already crushed the Rallians; there was a war going on in the universe, our galaxy was one of the millions of frontiers in the war. We saw hundreds of dead Rallians, their ships crushed to pieces, the planet they mined was over ran, their machines were converted into weapons.
We beheld beings that filled our imagination with awe, there were beings that looked like us, those that were reptilian, bird like, some as colorless as water, some that flew in the air, some that had wings, They made us aware of the battles and that they had been on Our beacon had just revealed to them that the Rallians were here, and they came to help. Even stranger creatures still came. Did I ever tell you that water  is life, yes, water was alive and a being that talked and could take any shape it wanted but in a fluidly and ice like form. We were not prepared for the beings that came by, thousands of ships that defied our imagination. 
We then met beings from the Epsilion Eridiani star system, and the wonderful peoples of Tau Ceti and its principle mistress Epsilion Eridiani , we  spread out and many of us were taken to visit their son Procyon, from them we learnt other strange shortcuts in space and came to the Wolf star, a star of red and yellow diced above human beings, beings fare more brilliant than we will became, they had loved and were gay and joyous, a nation where time had meaning and they expanded to other star systems. They had already benefacted Ross star and even the Blue warm people of Eta Cass, people who were semi clouded in appearance but had tangible forms as trees in their myriads, white trees in a water colored planet and they floated in the air and had cities of trees in a green planet. They we found had even created an alliance with nine far off worlds-I could only begin by mentioning the yellow Altarians and the yellow blue colored citizens of Barnards star, they were metal, pure steel that had evolved-they were the children of the Altarians, a nation like us, similar to us that had evolved from to live from a few decades to a thousand. 
The Altarians introduced us to the young and promising beings in the bird constellation-we met the chick like beings in Cygnon, those in the star system Draco –dog like beings with the most potential to cause wars and potent destruction, then we met the Lers, and the Jhobians, we even met the Intelligent and likable Lyrians, them you expect to hear from for eternity. They are the future-just like you will become too. The Lyrians had also got access to beings that inhabited the three neighborhood star systems Cygnus, Wipeida, and Hercules-all these star systems had come together to share ideas, ideals and hopes, we were late comers to a lager cosmic down.
When you look at your night sky, imagine you are in the midst of a great universe that is at war, all around you are beings that fight to keep our universe intact and safe from pests that threaten its survival.
Stars like Hamel in the Aries Constellation played an important role as a hospital-they saved many lives, then we had he print zone in the Auriga star system, here we used the trees in Capella and those shipped from other nearby stars, its land was the finest and also produced the bulk of our foods-there you can still see reserved wonders about their role in the war. I have to mention Aldebran-that mighty star in Taurus, with its young sister Hyades, a gem in the night sky.
Lower your eyes down and you will not miss to see the mighty hunter Orion-and it’s awesome stars, Rigel the female and its anchor stars-You will not miss to spot Betelgeuse, its gravity attracts you and it lets you know its mighty size, these were stars that came after the first stars. You will see it up-close when you get the technology to come here-perhaps before it goes supernovae-when it goes that way as mighty stars die-you will see it as bright as the moon in your night sky. From Betelquese look west and behold the gigantic Gemini come up. While its neighbor Orion was a beehive of weapons manufacture, the star system Gemini that cast its green radiance on Orion was an empress-its stars Pollux and Castor helped grow medicine that helped our sick and injured. In these wars there would be injuries that would bid the intestines of the observer.
Procyn was a star system that we came to rest in; those that had known so much pain first came to Pollux, we deeply looked after their welfare till they were fit to go back to war. One of the moons of Pollux was also a prison for those of our own; another was prison for the Captured Rallians. 
Cancer we used as a radar center, its big planets had long mountain ranges that acted as strong foundations for  radio towers, three of which reached the sky-and then we set up. 
Guest post by Vincent Ochen

The Rallians

A story by Vincent Ochen

Chapter Eight : Hope

We had earlier set our course towards the centauri system. The Amoans mentioned their belief that some of their ancestors had sought refuge there. Alpha Centauri we sensed had life in forms we could not understand. When we reached the Centauri star system we slowed down the Mother ship till it came to a halt. Our scientists took this time off the journey to learn the secrets of the ships. A mop up team transported the dead Rallians and threw them down one of the gas giants, ten times larger than Jupiter. They would be crushed to dust by the atmosphere. We threw more than three hundred of them here.

Some dead Rallians we embalmed for use on our scientific experiments- we needed to know the enemy in and out if we were to win this war. We kept some in special liquids, some we embalmed.

Our search parties were sent to scour the Centauri planets, and they mentioned wonders to beheld, when we entered the planet it was beautiful as your own, we had sailed many weeks to get here, we needed food and Dinosaurs of all types were aplenty here, and the hunt began.  The Centauri planet was a fresh water world too; not as big as yours or our oceans but equally gigantic, and it teemed with creatures none resembled our own.

We hunted the Dinosaurs on land and in the seas and packed them in tins. We ate raw food. The Amoans ate seeds, these they got in plenty.

This world was wild; we could not stay in it;

We then came into your system, we landed on Mars; it had a blue atmosphere, it had seen its youth long before you were born, it lived lives of men. This planet may also -like it was to us be your refuge. We landed with amphibious boats on the hundred mile deep waters. The Martian surface was one half water and the other half watery clay. It had its bright moments, and when it rained in Mars-it rained. The land suited us. In Mars we buried those that had died during the battle, most had died of their wounds during our journey. The areas I explored in Mars that I highly recommend for you include the   volcano tyrrhena, the candor chasma in valles marineris canyon; the becquerel crater in west Terra arabia; the hellas basin; meridiani plains; The athabasca valles. I climbed Olympus Mons and its three Tharsis companions, as well as dug up water from the Cerberus Fossa and sailed by boat from the ma’adim vallis to the gusev crater.

From Mars we sent a hundred of the larger Aldos to scour two hundred light years of our galaxy and try to find any life form we could detect. Each of these Aldos carried a hundred  people, with the hope that they would settle were ever they found was possible, we had to seed as many worlds as we could.

In Mars we discovered many beings, beings that we later transported and seeded your young world. At this moment your world was entirely covered with water, it was a world of promises, we got one of the moons of Jupiter and dragged it to your own, and this helped divide the waters and allowed land to come out of the deep. We had carried many dinosaur eggs from Centauri and along with trees, plants and mammalian species in Mars we seeded your planet. The Amoans decided to seed your planet with their species; we also seeded your world with our DNA; hopefully in a billion or so years from today you will evolve to have the technology to discover our genetic message in you and so find us. In your moon we kept our history. Dig deep enough and you will find records of our entire technology.

END OF BOOK ONE                            

Preview to book two : The future belongs to those who create.

Reports came in from the ships we had sent to scour the solar systems near us, and they were not good. The Rallians had sent drones to search for us, we had warned the ships to avoid these drones as much as possible, These Rallian Spy drones were as intelligent as you will be in a billion years, So intelligent to be possibly human, we knew the consequences of being caught, and lived frugal lives, without heat in most cases, and made sure the Aldos went further and further into the edges of the galaxy.

Meanwhile we trained our soldiers to fly the Rallian attack Vessels; of which we had tens of thousands. Due to the risk that the Rallians could discover and destroy the Mother ship, we shielded it with Amoan technology, and sank it like a submarine into the waters of Europa, it had the deepest waters in your solar system; it quickly covered its surface with ice several miles deep. There we knew we could come back to it in the event of a war.

We trained, set up spy beacons in the edges of your solar system to warn us of any Rallian drone incursion, we did many tests to see if we could respond fast enough to create silence in the system, or even launch defensive attacks. These exercises were necessary. Within this time we learnt from the Amoans how to make Rallian stun guns, by using energy from the sun blocks, we now had the technology to kill the Rallians.

Eighty Light years from were we were, there was another Rallian group completely unknown to us. They were a forward part and mined from another solar system, we believed it was the Altarians we had earlier heard off,  the heat the planet gave out had given hint of a civilization, one of the Aldos went it there only to discover that the Rallians were already there and had done what they were good at-Destruction and slavery. Our men tried to run away but were chased after. Then they began to send SOS messages. The Aldo could not flee; it was caught with an electric freeze gun that disabled its engine, then they came in for the Kill.

We radioed to other ships to tread carefully. Two nearby Aldos were directed to go to the aid of the attacked ship.

It was at such a time that many other beings from the galaxy came by, they had heard our frequency and our talks about a Rallian attack, it was then they went in for the kill. By the time we reached the battle zone, they had already crushed the Rallians; there was a war going on in the universe, our galaxy was one of the millions of frontiers in the war. We saw hundreds of dead Rallians, their ships crushed to pieces, the planet they mined was over ran, their machines were converted into weapons.

We beheld beings that filled our imagination with awe, there were beings that looked like us, those that were reptilian, bird like, some as colorless as water, some that flew in the air, some that had wings, They made us aware of the battles and that they had been on Our beacon had just revealed to them that the Rallians were here, and they came to help. Even stranger creatures still came. Did I ever tell you that water  is life, yes, water was alive and a being that talked and could take any shape it wanted but in a fluidly and ice like form. We were not prepared for the beings that came by, thousands of ships that defied our imagination.

We then met beings from the Epsilion Eridiani star system, and the wonderful peoples of Tau Ceti and its principle mistress Epsilion Eridiani , we  spread out and many of us were taken to visit their son Procyon, from them we learnt other strange shortcuts in space and came to the Wolf star, a star of red and yellow diced above human beings, beings fare more brilliant than we will became, they had loved and were gay and joyous, a nation where time had meaning and they expanded to other star systems. They had already benefacted Ross star and even the Blue warm people of Eta Cass, people who were semi clouded in appearance but had tangible forms as trees in their myriads, white trees in a water colored planet and they floated in the air and had cities of trees in a green planet. They we found had even created an alliance with nine far off worlds-I could only begin by mentioning the yellow Altarians and the yellow blue colored citizens of Barnards star, they were metal, pure steel that had evolved-they were the children of the Altarians, a nation like us, similar to us that had evolved from to live from a few decades to a thousand.

The Altarians introduced us to the young and promising beings in the bird constellation-we met the chick like beings in Cygnon, those in the star system Draco –dog like beings with the most potential to cause wars and potent destruction, then we met the Lers, and the Jhobians, we even met the Intelligent and likable Lyrians, them you expect to hear from for eternity. They are the future-just like you will become too. The Lyrians had also got access to beings that inhabited the three neighborhood star systems Cygnus, Wipeida, and Hercules-all these star systems had come together to share ideas, ideals and hopes, we were late comers to a lager cosmic down.

When you look at your night sky, imagine you are in the midst of a great universe that is at war, all around you are beings that fight to keep our universe intact and safe from pests that threaten its survival.

Stars like Hamel in the Aries Constellation played an important role as a hospital-they saved many lives, then we had he print zone in the Auriga star system, here we used the trees in Capella and those shipped from other nearby stars, its land was the finest and also produced the bulk of our foods-there you can still see reserved wonders about their role in the war. I have to mention Aldebran-that mighty star in Taurus, with its young sister Hyades, a gem in the night sky.

Lower your eyes down and you will not miss to see the mighty hunter Orion-and it’s awesome stars, Rigel the female and its anchor stars-You will not miss to spot Betelgeuse, its gravity attracts you and it lets you know its mighty size, these were stars that came after the first stars. You will see it up-close when you get the technology to come here-perhaps before it goes supernovae-when it goes that way as mighty stars die-you will see it as bright as the moon in your night sky. From Betelquese look west and behold the gigantic Gemini come up. While its neighbor Orion was a beehive of weapons manufacture, the star system Gemini that cast its green radiance on Orion was an empress-its stars Pollux and Castor helped grow medicine that helped our sick and injured. In these wars there would be injuries that would bid the intestines of the observer.

Procyn was a star system that we came to rest in; those that had known so much pain first came to Pollux, we deeply looked after their welfare till they were fit to go back to war. One of the moons of Pollux was also a prison for those of our own; another was prison for the Captured Rallians.

Cancer we used as a radar center, its big planets had long mountain ranges that acted as strong foundations for  radio towers, three of which reached the sky-and then we set up.

Guest post by Vincent Ochen

 
The Rallians
A story by Vincent Ochen
Chapter Seven :  Evolution 
It was when the deportation began that we were to know the true reason why part of Sirius B had been blanketed. The dead were being piled into mass graves dug with super space graders that floated in the air and dug a hundred tons of soil at one go. One tenth would drill the soil as the other scooped it out, and poured it into another ship that would fly with the silt into a mother ship above. The dead were thrown down into the trenches. The Rallians had ships that sucked the dead that floated in the water; those on land were picked by us and loaded into rafts that were burnt to ashes. The ash were similarly picked up by the Rallians and shipped to their mother ship. 
Some of us workers were later on taken up to the Rallian planet. As we journeyed we could see the great mother ship many miles away, it was big, bigger than your wildest dreams.
I felt my heart skip as we approached the massive Jupiter sized Rallian planet. It was a dark planet, black thick smoke covered it. We entered the atmosphere in silence; we saw its dark lakes, interspersed with volcanoes bigger than those we knew. These spewed ash and smoke into the atmosphere. It was this volcanic activity then that made the planet alive and also invisible. This was the exact condition they had created on the planet Tyne.
Below this surface was another world millions of miles below. It seemed the sub surface soil was a roof. Below this roof lay a world more luxurious and more beautiful than our own, a paradise of mystical and Utopian characteristics, one could not imagine that these were the creatures that would dare destroy such pristine beauty even if it was of another planet. Here birds and animals completely different from our own flew; the oceans were pure, there was no pollution here, waterfalls were in abundance; and fell from the gigantic mountains that dotted the landscape; these very mountains acted as anchors for their roof; they had made sets of metallic gliders to hold the roof of their planet.
On top of the roof the Rallians had constructed their factories; here they also made ships; Here the Rallians poured the soil and ash excavated from our planet; these soaked up the toxic waste generated from their factories. 
It was in one of those waste management containment centers that I would meet the men who would define me, men I would spend a long part of my life with. It was in those moments of toil that we happened to eaves drop four Rallians discuss the capture of an Amoan child. The Amoans we came to learn were captured many hundreds of years earlier in one of the Rallian raids and made slaves just as we were; these Amoans it had been rumored were beautiful creatures but most died due to the harsh toil, millions still worked deep down in the Rallian cities. Cities we were often told of but had never seen. This planet had once been an Amoan planet, now it had been taken over. These Amoans were like Penguins, only they were taller. They grew feathers of all colours. Their hands could expand to hold any shape they wanted. Many Amoans it was rumoured had bored tunnels under the Rallian continent and had hid there, here they had created vast network of tunnels across the planet and lived in obscurity. They raided Rallian waste sites- before the wastes were shipped to the roof for incineration. It was mentioned that there were thousands of them deep in the gorges and the only reason the Rallians did not go after them was because these Amoan tunnels contained insects whose bites were fatal to the Rallians. These insects acted as food to the Amoans and these tunnels added much needed air to the Rallian subsurface soil, thus the Amoans were tolerated. The Rallians dared not poison the tunnels as these same insects acted as the first foods to the Rallian food Chain.
One of the four Rallians in the waste containment centre had a beeper placed on his arm-it raised him, all the three left and my supervisor went into the next room. When the three left the table they forgot a picture of a cut away paper that lay on the table. Curiosity took the better of me, I swept the floor and walked to the direction of the table, therein I beheld an Amoan. The very one that had been captured. He was a beautiful creature; purple blue feather coats covered his skin. This encounter introduced me to a form of technology of which we were a million years from.
While we mined our planet for energy, the Rallians mined the sun itself, this time it was Sirius B; Picture in your mind a sun your size, with a whitish brilliance and a few thousand Kilometers from Sirus A. The two stars walked together over endless galactic cycles. I could see from a hole a digital map on the wall in the adjoining room, fixed on this wall was an electronic pictograph that showed ships leave Sirius B and land at various points of the Rallian planet. My mind told me it was impossible to land any ship on a star; let alone a star as hot as yours could possibly be; this was till I could see it happen on the wall. The live telecast showed   large Rallian ships set up dark reflectors a few miles from the stars’ surface; till they completely covered an entire section for the star.
The Rallian ships used special suction tubes made of Tantalum Hafnium to pull the liquid contents of the sun. Tantalum has the highest melting point of over 4,215 degrees centigrade. The liquid would be cooled with a liquid I know not and made into sun blocks; these sun blocks would be placed on other ships that brought them into the Rallian planet and I could see them assemble millions of ships on another sector of the planet.
I asked my comrade Tanlin what these were and he mentioned these were used as energy in ships. One block would last a thousand years. Mini suns in a Rallian Ship.
“It is impossible to land on a sun.” I mentioned
“But you have seen them land.” He said.
“The surface is actually not very hot about five hundred thousand degrees Celsius, the interior is over 25 million degrees Celsius- so it’s technically possible to mine the sun.” He said
These ships were then transported to an awaiting mother ship and transported to where no one knew. The Transports carried about Ten Thousand Ships at ago.
No Sirian was allowed near this area; but I went in due to circumstances I will soon explain
One Night an earthquake shook the building we were in; we ran outside in the dark and emerged in the presence of a creature no one could ever dream of. A being from the black hole that orbited the planet had just returned; we did not hear its arrival earlier. We had wondered what had invaded our planet and smote us, we began to hear stories of beings that the Rallians reported to; beings of natures no one could describe. I knew we were doomed and the same fate that befell the Amoans awaited us. It was mentioned to us that the Rallians waged a war in the edges of the universe, and they needed weapons. These Rallians it was whispered had been created at the edge of time, and they roamed galaxies in search of energy sources. Their gods it was mentioned travelled with them. Beings that had lived in a time no one could mention- a time when there was not yet time.
What we discovered was that the dark ones had come with information for the Rallians. We soon found out what that information was; it was when a mass shipment of new Rallian Prisoners came, that we discovered the immense power of these dark creatures; Many of our people had escaped to distant pockets of the Solar system and asteroids, and there bored homes into the asteroids, many of these were easily caught; those that had run to the asteroids had no food, and as they raided moons for food they were tracked and captured.
It was in those moments of death that news came to us –whispers of a cold strange nature; one that brought a trickle of excitement in the body, one that you hoped would blossom into hoe. This was the news that a Commander had survived the onslaught on the planet;
After five earth years of toil and labor, this was the best news anybody could hear and the way the message was delivered gave us much hope. The Commander, Commander Ein as he was called had amassed a number of followers; some who had fought gallant battles many odd years prior. They knew the Rallian ways and had helped the Commander build many Rallian type air craft’s. It was every ones hope to find the Commander and be saved by him. Fantastic escapades were said to have been fought by him. The Rallians it was mentioned knew about him, he was able to reach nearer to their detaches because he was not bugged and those he freed he un-bugged. They had become a menace and many Rallian columns had been sent into the forest and seas to search for him.
It was in one of those searches that a Jungle island was spotted by the Rallians. This island had specific forms of plants that were good for the Rallian bodies, they rubbed these on their skins and it chased away the many tiny flies whose bites caused boils to the Rallians. As a botanist I had to see this gem. The Rallians wanted to grow these in their planet. And so I was transported from the Rallian planet and sent on the journey back to my world.
We stopped by sky city; it had lost its brightness and became a place where the Rallians did their experiments. There they drained many a Sirian person’s blood into large vats which they then transported to the Mother ship. No one knew why they did this, but whispers mentioned particular oxygen giving plants that were watered with blood. These plants in turn where food for the dark ones.
I cried when I reached the surface of my planet; smoke filled everywhere; it had become a lifeless factory. Millions lined the surface, the once lush forests and marshes were now empty deep brown cesspool filled pits. The eyes of my brothers and sisters were eyes of death; they never smiled and threw the enormous burden on their backs into aerial trucks. That then flew off into the ocean surface where larger centers sorted the ores of their minerals and shipped both the mineral and the discarded ore away to their planet.
After we were briefed by those of our own whom the Rallians had brain washed – mainly children, we were then transported to the tropical island. There we found many Rallians; they meticulously sorted and recorded the plants and animals they found in the island. They ensured  the use of every plant or animal they could find.
Deep in the Island we saw two Rallians lazy about. They wore head scanners that recorded the islands contents. We continued catalogue the plants. Unknown to me this day would redefine life for me. A short while later they walked off out of sight, and they never returned. It was approximately an hour later that we saw about twenty Sirians armed to the teeth walk toward us. On their hands the forest scanners the two Rallians had. 
They walked to us. We stood about –our minds blank.
“Come with us.” One of them whispered. We rushed to them, I and three others-both the lady and Tanlin had been by my side from the Rallian planet. 
We were taken into a submersible that rested a few feet from the ocean. Ten hours later we entered one of the crevices formed by the oceans, these were well hidden. Tunnels bored through it pushed us deeper into blue crystal filled holes, these provided natural light. There we met Commander Ein. He welcomed us with open hands and gave us much to wish for.
“I heard of you and believe you have the ability to help us in more ways than one.” He hugged us.
Commander Ein took us to a section of the enclosure where lay many a sick Sirian soldier, they had no doctors to help. We immediately searched our gear for any plant that could help ease their pain. Some insects sucked their blood and clotted the blood, these were very effective.
Commander Ein would later take us on a tour of his base and into his communications room where giant screens on the walls kept him abreast with the Rallian desecration of our planet. Many a recording of raids he made on Rallian ships he showed us. Some of our satellites were still in orbit and they had been of immense usefulness to the cause. They allowed a lot of communication by the Rallians to be monitored.
 Then we were taken to the ship assembly site and over eight ships were being refurbished. Many of these were discarded Rallian ships that Commander Ein had taken apart piece by piece and re-assembled.
He took us to the chamber where dead Rallians were kept. These were research stations, we could see Rallian drones, Rallian armour suits, gadgets, ship models, Rallian written words were being decoded. One dead Rallian had a child on it belly.
“They are Hermaphrodites he told us.” “Our ancestors encountered these creatures; I happen to discover stories about them drawn in one of the abandoned temples.”
We made this our home and mainly worked on the sick, we also suggested fruits and leaves that offered better nutritional value for the fighters. Fish we hunted and salted for our use. It was on one of those nights that we were woken up. A raid was planned. I and Tanlin volunteered to join Commander Ein.
On the way Commander Ein told us the remarkable story about life; after their raft had been washed away, he had fallen into the sea and lay there many hours, till his body touched a root from one of the marshes. Here he awoke and used the root to climb up to shore. He was hungry and walked about to find fruits to eat. Two Months later as he familiarized himself with his environ he met what would become his home for the last two years. He found an old abandoned temple, possibly built thousands of years in the past; it had been covered by trees. He entered and landed at the lintels of the old palace and used his Nean trees to look inside-It was gigantic-there were open storage areas, prayer areas, baths, burial grounds and the like. Here he explored and here he put his home.
“My wife and child I lost….I still look for them.”
“How did you come to lead the rebellion?” I asked.
“It was in one of the days, two years ago when I hunted to survive, and mainly these were Rats, Rabbits, bush Pigs and many other smaller animals. One day I found a Rallian drone stuck to one of the animal traps I had set; it had twisted and blasted many trees around in an effort to free itself but it failed and its power had run out.
I took it away. Disabled its weapons systems and recharged the battery with all the tree saps I could acquire. It was then I tuned in to their frequency and I learnt their alphabet and with time began to understand why they had come to our planet; it was purely to mine our resources. To them we were beings very low in the evolutionary ladder. They had wanted to destroy us totally but had chosen to use as slaves. Since we were water based; they could not take us to live in their planet as their slaves. They would feed us to their fish for as long as we were still useful.”
 “To complete their work would take about two centuries. They would sail on after they had stored enough energy and packed enough food to last hundreds of years and we would be kept alive in their planet to breed more food for them. This is what led me to action. It was from them that I first heard of the Galactic battle. Here I also heard about the Amoans and also of beings in the Auriga star system that were almost as advanced as we were and had to be given the same medicine as us. They had already sent one Mother ship there-A ship I heard was bigger than an ocean put together, an Inter Galactic ship.”
“I monitored their communications for many months, learnt where they stored their weapons. I easily located some of these centers and helped myself to the largely unguarded weapons, but took the chance to only remove the ones easy to get. These weapons I dismantled and studied well. It was at these times that I began to look for and rescue one Sirian after another-now we number a few thousand.”
A soldier came to him with news.
“The supply train goes to Rallian detaches at the mines. They carry weapons and food.”
“Great, lead us” He responded 
“Prepare yourselves, we will have afight.”
We shipped off into the night; a dozen of us on a twenty meter aerial car, about nine ships carried two hundred of us. We reached the tracks and buried ourselves into the sand. Three hours later the train came by, over 50 wagons long. Our contact had reliably informed us of the particular wagon the food was in and the arms. These were typically at the back of the wagon.
When the train came by we got ourselves ready. These were aerial trains that flew about ten meters up the ground. They needed infra red beacons on the ground to give them direction.
As the train passed us by we shot metal ropes that attached themselves under the wagons, these then pulled us from the ground, we ran along with the train and pulled ourselves up onto the wagons, we used acidic fluids to bore our way in. Then threw the food and arms down the ground for miles and miles till we had got to our hearts contents and we used the detachable ropes to jump down to the ground. From here we radioed a team that had remained with our ships and they came to us, along the way they had packed what we had thrown. Within an hour we were on our way back to base.
From then on the Rallians began to take a keen interest in us. They increased their search; set up heat sensors within marshes and directed satellites to areas they deemed of interest. We used these perilous moments to build more and more aircrafts as well as store enough food. We knew tough times lay ahead of us.. Our plans for the year were to raise a series of hit and run maneuvers on the Rallian bases and recruit more and more people into the movement. Once we had the entire population in arms-there in we would find the opportunity to redeem ourselves over many years.  
Events went very fast over the months; all the news and whispers in the Rallian camps mentioned the escapades of   Commander Ein. The name had become a thorn in the Rallian flesh. They hunted for the Commander for many months without success.
On one of the dark and gloomy months, a massage came from the Rallian planet. This was carried by one of our own who coordinated spy activities up there. He mentioned that the Amoans requested his presence-They had heard of him and new the secret to our species survival. 
Commander Ein stood before thirty six soldiers in the forgotten temple enclosure; he had chosen to go to the Rallian planet and there meet the Amoans, they had offered to reveal secret technologies whose blue print that they had stolen  from the Rallians, but to do so they had to be taken out of the planet. These were days that would shake the foundation of time.
I and Tanlin were chosen to go to the planet; we had been there before and had been slaves who could move from moon to moon, this gave us an immense opportunity to climb aboard Rallian transports. We had captured and reconfigured many a Rallian Ship; and hoped to effortlessly sizzle into their planet; we knew the codes to be used.
Three quarters of us would embark on this journey-we had to find a refuge in the Ice moon, a moon scarcely inhabited. Our location was precariously close to detection by the superior Rallian radars. We thus had to get out of the planet.
There was a Rallian spaceport about a hundred miles from our hideout. We knew it well and had managed to scour its architecture. The Sirians that worked there would give us access. We divided ourselves into to three groups. Those that would help us escape the Sirian orbit and eventually remain behind to keep the incursions active; the other group would travel with the Commander to the Rallian planet. The others would escape to the Ice moon Lait and await any further instructions. Food and medicine were gathered in quantities enough to sustain a four thousand man army for a year.
We marched into the area by submersible crafts about three thousand of us. We would leave two thousand more in the planet. ln our two day Journey we made plans to take over the space port. Plan A was to use the workers therein to enter into the space port and take over the flight control deck. Then block all access to the space port. This would give us the ability to direct the action at our discretion. If this should fail, we had planned to capture the port by force in a massive blitz.
We knew he Rallians loved their fish especially those brought from the planet Tyne. We had secured enough of this food. My being a botanist enabled us to create a bomb with this food. A bomb hat would react with the Rallian internal fluids and burn them up from the inside.
We reached their enclave in the night. Our Subs encircled the Space Port about twenty meters below the water surface.-Then amidst the darkness we gave the servants the food. How they would administer it we awaited to see. Six Rallians manned the space port controls and about a dozen others stood guard on the outside.
It would take about half an hour for the bombs to take effect after it was eaten. We knew the cue we wanted. When we heard it- the Rallians had began to blow up one at a time. Some Rallians jumped from the widows to the ground in a ball of fire. We entered the pace port zones and shot our way through the runways. It was a complete and total surprise. Many of the Rallians were unarmed-some managed to inflict mortal wounds on some of our own, who we evacuated to the ships later. At the controls many of the communication and radar links were shut off. After we had pacified the area we set up defenses around the port. We then floated our submersibles from the water and landed them on the launch stations. It took about seven hours to launch all the eighty crafts we had. We had to pack ourselves in like fish. Three thousand of us in all.  
It would take two days for the Rallians to know what had happened. The little communication devices we kept open were to remotely inform them that the base was under maintenance repair. These messages were set electronically every hour; we had the knowledge of the Rallian language to execute this out. Within this window our ships managed to mingle with the thousands of Rallian ships that plied the planets. Commander Ein, Tanlin and I were among the first to be lunched out to orbit, we then sailed along the route to the Rallian planet.
Those of our own who had remained behind would disappear away to safety in the many subterranean vaults under the continent. Another group of ships –the bulk of our crudely made fleet flew to the ice moon Tyne. This moon was barely a twenty hour journey to the Rallian planet. Here they would remain and await our arrival-if we were successful. If we weren’t they would have to find a means of survival in the many moons of our solar system.
And yes the Rallians did find out and began a frantic search of the night sky; they set up road blocks in every nook of usable territory in space. Many of these were manned by drones.
About a dozen reports came to them about a mass of familiar ships that were sighted on course for the Ice moon Lait. The Rallians sent out a hundred class one frigates-these were faster and stronger and carried enough sun fuel to last millennia’s.
This enabled Commander Ein to approach the Rallian planet with ease as attention was shifted to the Ice moon.
We almost never reached the Great planet; we had stopped to be inspected; and held a cargo of much needed medical plants that the Rallians relied on, as botanists we were given freedom to move to and fro. Effortlessly we reached the roof of the planet. From here we stole our way into another Rallian transport. Our ship was not able to withstand the tension caused by re-entry. Our energy fuse blew up, and we crash landed in dense trees; this gave us the opportunity to escape into the Forest. We moved through this forest at light speed. A forest whose trees seemed to look at us and whose birds made haunting melodies.
From the maps crudely drawn for us we had another twenty miles to go before we would reach the collection point.
Planes flew by over the Rallian sky enroute to their mighty cities. This was heaven itself.
 We traveled in the night for safety; with us we had night visuals; the fruits from the trees were palatable with us, these sustained us for the duration of the journey.
It was in the third night that an unexpected danger visited us; as we crossed the myriads of strange trees. We could see birds flap up into the sky; we had startled them, carefully we moved inland, barely ten minutes later we saw the birds fly again.
“We are being followed Tanlin warned us” “Everyone up the tree and maintain maximum silence.” 
Then we saw the creature, in the darkness; it smelt us and stood wherein we had last been, then it looked up into the trees; whether it could see us we were not sure of. But smell us it did; we dared not move an inch. It could raise chaos for us and blow away our cover.
“We must to neutralize it.” Retorted Commander Ein. “It could be a Rallian tracker Dog.”
Eilda, one of the young and formidable assistants to Commander Ein and Tanlin seemed ahead of us; Eilda jumped down, the beast turned to him; Tanlin too jumped down and threw a rope over the beasts Head; Eilda held its teeth, we also jumped down to kill the beast; it was at such a moment that a net was thrown over us. Then we blacked out.
When we awoke; we were inside a massive cave and a peculiar being hovered above us; it was unmistakable- an Amoan, soon many more Amoans came into the room we were in;
They were a beautiful people, their feather coated skins glowed  with  shades of color in the spectrum, the young were yellow, the old purple, the women green, the men blue, they were birds that walked on two bird like legs, their tail feathers bright and beautiful as a peacocks,.
They told us how the Rallians had destroyed their world, they were captured and cannibalized, and a few of them escaped into the trenches and since that time thousands of generations have lived and died there.
“Some of us still live above, as slaves and occasionally eaten like fowl at a whim.”Said Yolk- he was old, as old as the oldest men in your generation, he was at deaths door and yet he still had the hope that he would die in freedom.
With him was Heetal; he it was who coordinated all within his community, an expert at weapons manufacture. He had found a loophole in the Rallian defenses and made it possible for us to receive his chief’s message.
Jani, a son of Yolk tended to his father and had the strength of character to assume command over many a youth in this underground enclave.
“Who are these people anyway; where do they come from.” Commander Ein inquired from Yolk.
“The Rallians come from our universe; they have been here since the beginning and eventually crossed the divide; in their lust for power they gave their souls to beings we cannot explain, beings that are obscure .We still cannot comprehend.”
“And these beings in the black hole; have you seen them?”
“No, none of us has-I doubt if the Rallians themselves have-perhaps only a few chosen ones.” Mentioned Yolk. “There are beings which though neither compounds nor mixture, are not elements.”
“How can that be?” I inquired- my mind could not comprehend what Yolk had just mentioned.
“There are two types of beings, the visible and the invisible, the Rallians are the visible; their master is of a form we cannot comprehend. We give names to things according to the appearances they assume for ourselves, but these beings are of obscure form. With the ages of the universe estimated in the billions, it is not uncommon for these beings to exist.”
I scratched my head and looked at Yolk with my eyes; he could sense my mind,
“When bodies deemed to be simple, combine with one another they vanish, they are individually annihilated-they have entered into the spiritual. And they live in a black hole.” He pointed up the roof. “Which again defies reason, shall we be right to mention then that a black hole may be that boundary that separates finite from infinite.” He mentioned.
“Only an old Race like the Rallians would have the technology to summon beings in the infinite.” Said Heetal;
“But if the Rallians are of the finite type; we should have been able to detect them; but we discovered when it was too late.” Commander Ein found the opportunity to clear his mind. The Amoans had lived with these space conquers for many millennia; they knew what they dealt with.
“The same occurred with us; by the time we discovered what we delt with they had already landed in our planet and they took it away from its orbit.” “This beloved planet.” Yolk wiped tears off his eyes.
Jani went to comfort his father, Heetal served a meal for us and as we ate he mentioned what I had always thought;
“There is no rest, no chance in nature.” He said. “All happens because they have to happen.” “The arrival of these obscure beings was destined to occur. All creatures were born to fight to survive; we see it in your calm seas and in the bodies that rule space.” “We were very excited when we heard about your resistance.” Mentioned Heetal. “It was not by mistake that you began to fight, not by mistake that you and I sit here together.”
“We understood you had challenges on a fundamental question.” “How do we get out of the Rallian clutches?” “How do we fight them?”  “And after we have slipped through to space, where do we go?” “Answers to these your questions we have. We are the future, we have a map of the way that will lead us to a new home, a new planet, we have the blue print to the Rallian Ships, and we know how to fly them. The Maps are in our minds. Those large Rallian ships have warp technology, to configure it we know, they have the technology to mine the stars, that technology too we have.”
“The winds of change have begun, we cannot let it stop.” Mentioned Yolk “A launch widow approaches and our destination planet is in its correct position. In haste we must leave this planet.”
This was an opportunity we could not pass. Our mission was to get the Amoans out of the planet and into the moon Lait, from there we would devise a strategy to take over the mother ship.
Our first mission was to get a ship and steal our way out of the Rallian planet with selected Amoans. Of these there would be 50 Amoan scientists. 
Rechoas men had by now long landed on the moon Lait. There they hid amidst the trees that grew on the ice moon. A moon that had mountains and rivers, here they kept a deathly silence. Each time their ships lurched about us we dug deep into our hearts and clenched our teeth. Much was at stake-Our intention was to escape from the solar system and live somewhere else, if we failed in this mission our race would be extinct within a matter of a century. 
How fortune loves the prepared. By the time the frigates hovered about the ice moon, Commander Ein radioed. They were at the last phase of the mission. We believe the Rallians heard it for they too began to dial into the frequency-Rechoas transmitters could sense this disturbance. He and his men hid under the tree covered areas on the ice moon’s surface. The Rallians later landed in the droves and detected Rechoas position.
Rechoa prepared an ambush.
Commander Ein and the over one thousand Amoans began to climb the long mountains that covered the middle of the Rallian planet. Put all your mountains together they still cannot match the Rallian ones, in them they curved their great ones, their evolution over millennia, first they were stones, then plants, then dragon like beasts, then they became like us, then some of them became spirits and they said they would become gods eventually.
These were moments of time, moments when life had to be desired. If we were able to pull out of the Rallian planet-then we could possibly survive.
Here we were with 50 Amoans scientists, a thousand more would help us get to the place where ships were assembled. Here ships were painted-grey and they were transported on conveyer belts to larger ships called Aldos that would send these to the mother ship.
The Mother ship itself I once had seen and was as large as a small country. It was huge-all things necessary for life was in here. Endless arrays of machines did most of the work. Their soldiers manned every floor. One Mother ship it was mentioned could carry ten thousand Aldos. We studied its blue print as given us by the Amoans
In the Ice moon. Rechoa had securely hidden his ships a few feet below the ice; he led the Rallians deeper in the trees and laid out a trap for them. They meticulously followed Rechoas group. His fighter’s had by now set up an attack corridor; they camouflaged themselves with the snow and hid till it was dark.
Then the trees began to move, and the Rallians appeared. Rechoa bid his men to take their time till the moment of attack approached. The Rallians walked in single file as they searched the area. Rechoa made sure to leave tracks with their movements which the Rallians followed. Rechoa had earlier on sent half his men seven miles backwards to attack the Rallian ships; he and the men with him launched an attack on the fifty Rallians that walked the darkness. One by one a Rallian was whisked up into the trees and silenced.
An over alert Rallian noticed his immediate soldier had disappeared from the back. He stopped and called. He then walked there and about. He stopped when a liquid droped onto his forehead. When he touched it; a form of blood formed in his hands. He looked up to see his friend and with his friend was Reachoa himself. One bullet to the skull finished him off. Reachoas men then began to shoot disproportionately. The sound of the battle forced the Rallians within the ship to run into the forest to help. This gave an opportunity for the Sirians to capture the Rallian ships. Many a Rallian pilot fought to safeguard his ship but were inundated with Sirian fire power. One to three Rallian ships escaped to the sky.
At this stage Rechoa made an out maneuver and run with his men toward the Rallian ships. These were boarded and to the air they flew. Behind they left many Rallians stranded.
He tailed the three escaped Rallian ships about ten miles into space before his men shot them to tatters. Then he led his ships on to the periphery of the Rallian planet. Behind on the moon other Sirians fought gallantly against the Rallians, hey would enable a safe passage for Rechoa.
We crouched along the rocks in the mountains. This was an extinct volcano where Rallians had started use of as a storage centre. They had bored various vertical holes onto the sides of the volcano and used it partially for research purposes. If we were to reach the Aldo in the planets roof above we had to climb through these enormous holes, careful to carry endless tanks of oxygen. These tunnels were used to send wastes up the roof.
Oxygen tanks we had aplenty. The Amoans needed it every day under the continent and had designed light oxygen tanks that would last a month at the most. We shut off a couple of incinerators in the night. This would cut off black smoke that would normally form inside the tunnels and we wore our life tanks and painfully crawled inside these tunnels. We used special metals to attach our bodies along the perilous soot colored rocks.
We had less than twenty hours to get to the top. In the day the Rallians would restart the incinerators. We would be fried to death if this operation found us inside the vents.
Once we were half way inside the vents we fired our oxygen, this lifted us slowly up. Many died in the tunnel mainly from exhaustion. We left them behind, tied them to metal poles that we fixed on the walls. The warm smoke when released would dissipate them overtime.
By the time we smelt the coarse open air above, we were for the most part exhausted. The sun was a few hours away. Our eyes landed on a military landing site that contained thousands of small ships; ships that were two sitters; five sitters, ten sitters, a hundred sitters.
The Amoans directed us on what to do-they were over a thousand Amoans and only a dozen of us Sirians. These Amoans were masters of camouflage, and could blend like chameleons. Within those few hours they mapped out every intricate detail of the ships; those that were ignitable those with weapons aboard, those that could withstand long journeys. They used ropes to go in these excursions and when they got the opportunity to enter a ship they did and opened the doors ajar for us. Within an hour we rushed to board the ships; the 50 Amoan elders we put in groups of ten per ship, majority of the others took up the smaller ships as there would be many Rallian ships and drones that would came to stop us.
Slowly we floated in the air, up to a hundred or so meters, then we went vamoose and ignited our rocket engines, we scattered our way across the endless Rallian sky. We knew the Rallian air defenses both below the planet and those in space would rain down torrents of missiles at us.
By the time we reached the stratosphere, more than a thousand Rallian drones were on our tail. The Rallian missiles shields in orbit fired endless missiles at us. Many an Amoan flew straight for these missiles-they sacrificed themselves so that the 50 Amoan elders could have a chance to escape. They did this both for missiles that came from space and those from below the planet. Many others veered off and went back down to fight the Rallian drones that menaced their way toward us. We radioed for help from the moon Lait.
Over a quarter of our ships were destroyed before we had even got out of the large planets gravity. A quarter more Amoans remained behind to engage the enemy. All the Fifty Amoans were safe. More Amoans maneuvered and flew to attack the aerial missile launchers in space.
The rest of us with about five hundred ships marched on towards the Asteroids.
At the time when we had emerged into space, our brothers from the moon Lait came to our rescue-They had heard that more Rallian frigates were launched from the planet and had almost taken off the Amoans that had acted as a buffer between them and us. Two thousand Sirians under Rechoa volunteered to fight to the death and bagan to approach the Rallian planet to the help of the last Amoans.
A thousand more we requested to help us capture the Mother ship. Tanlin had already veered off towards the ship with a hundred Amoans manned light ships; the rest would go with Commander Ein towards the Asteroids.
A hundred thousand miles and four hours later we encountered the Mother ship. They thought we were Rallian ships and had not known about the battle that raged on at the margins of their planet. The Amoans had managed to confuse their radar systems. They had earlier raided many a Rallian grave and picked up the identification chip implants that each Rallian carried. This allowed us to pass through the scanners before we were all allowed into the ships range without much ado. When we reached the periphery of the ship, we mentioned to them that we had come on a study tour and would fly about the ships exterior.
We flew hour long sorties along the width and breadth of the ship and used ropes to drop down onto the ships body; therein we searched for their extremely tiny air ducts that were used in those rare occasions to pump bad air out of the ship. Into these air ducts we pumped enormous quantities of sarin, an extremely toxic gas that attacks the central nervous system, causing convulsions and death.
After we had pumped tons of sarin across the ship, we then requested to be let in through their wavy gates. 
We were like bees that flew on the doors of an airport hangar. When we had all entered the ship; we released the sarin that we had with us; we were prepared and still wore the oxygen tanks we had before; these shielded us. This alerted the Rallian sensors that immediately sprinkled water and oxygen into the ship and alerted its inhabitants of the breach and a call for evacuation.
We shot many a Rallian along the way to their communications center; its location at the top edges of the ship.
The sarin had helped us, it weakened many a Rallian, and along the paths we run in we found bodies that littered the corridors. Of these we found many of them at deaths door and helped make their journey quicker. Some Amoans then bored their way into their arms depots and we secured the arsenal needed to capture the ship in totality. We estimated about two thousand Rallians would be in the ship.
“If you do not come in ten hours, we shall leave.” Echoed the words of Commander Ein as we began our attack on the Rallian Mother sip.
By now they had successfully landed on the Asteroids and awaited us for a voyage across the stars. With them were the 50 Amoans with the blue prints to our future. The Amoans had convinced us of many planets capable of harboring life out there and they had visited many at a time when they were free.
The decision to take over the mother ship was one of impulse, as we left the Rallian planet; I asked price Ein via wireless if we would make it to the next star system, he mentioned the idea would be to reach deep space and then remove the sun fuels from the tiny rafts and insert them into two or three larger ships.
I asked him if he would give me the permission to take a few fighters and try to take over the mother ship
He mentioned that he considered it crazy but if we could escape the Rallian atmosphere he was optimistic that we may pull it off, and gave me the go ahead.
Over a thousand of us went into an operation what would become known as the operation of life; for we destroyed enemy life to save our own. Our mission was to penetrate a hornets’ nest, fight our way to their communications center and commandeer the ship.
To be a botanist came handy, I knew certain hostile ants can camouflage into other. And so like a leviathan it awaits the right moment before it strikes with a flash. 
In a typical Rallian battle, the machines do the war. Rallian life was too precious to waste-their women had become old- then they overtime evolved into asexual beings by both evolution and medication. Perhaps one of the unique survival skills of a race among the abundance of space.
By the time we reached their communications center we had fought spirited battles with more than a hundred of them, they killed some of us, and many had covered their faces with gas masks. 
All over the ship we beat them left and right –till we had harassed them to warrant us a pest- and so as they opened more and more of their air vents, more and more sarin streaked through. We had gambled and it had worked.
By the time we blew down the door to their communications center and shot those inside they had sent many messages for help to the home planet to alert them of the situation. Their home planet had problems of their own, many of their space ports had been destroyed by the Amoan fighters and they could not launch fighter ships.
Above them many more Amoan rebels had been joined by thousands of Sirian fighters and had taken a deep hold on their ability to offer any help.
“We will fight it out.” The Rallians in the Mother ship radioed back-and they began to evacuate onto the Aldos-many that were still airtight.
They also released those dreaded spider drones. We feared them and took evasive action. A few of us were killed by these metallic spiders. The Amoan urine helped a lot; it was here we discovered these spiders machines froze on contact with urine. We all began to pee on the floor and walls as our engineers tried to configure the codes to stop these spiders. We succeeded and hot coded them to look at the Rallians as the enemy and they gladly helped us totally defeat their own masters.
About a thousand Rallians had managed to escape aboard about twenty Aldos, there was a pile up when the sarin seeped into many others. And as they ran off into space we went to their engine rooms and finally gained access to their ship control center. We then sent out squads to comb the floors. By the time we took over the ship no Rallian remained alive- the Amoans guided the ship at great speed towards the asteroids. We radioed Commander Ein to be on the ready; we found them already in orbit around the asteroids and instructed them to put on their oxygen masks, then ushered them into the ship. Those that fought in the margins of the Rallian planet radioed to say they would fight on and wished us the very best. We thanked them for their sacrifice and promised to remember them.
The Rallians who had escaped aboard the twenty Aldos began to move towards their home planet; we were later to learn they would complete the destruction of our own that fought gallantly near the Rallian planet. We had heard their last battle cry and wishes of a better future, at this their last moments we radioed to Rechoa and  mentioned we had captured the great Mother ship and would in a few seconds launch to hyperspace, we knew the last of them heard us make this leap.
We quickly began to map the ship. We then took stock of the dead Rallians-we packed them into ice rooms, and also accounted for their electrical grids and energy they had left. We then began to read their literature.-The Amoans taught us how to. Here we delved into their culture and way of life. They were the sons of the universe-one of the few who had lived in the universe of old and they were here to take stock of the resources that were available. They were so old that they could travel from one reality to another. They had evolved over 80 billion Gas ago, those milliards of years they used it to visit other worlds and discovered other portals to other universes. We wondered how we had even managed to pull this escape up. We lost many men and women that day, some who though Amoans had taught us never to lose hope-The Amoans especially after over a hundred centuries in captivity still had hope- a belief that a few men with the right attitude had the ability to create a new dawn.
It would take us many months to reach our next destination-we had chosen a star system next to yours; and then we went to sleep-in shifts of a month each.
We were confident we would reach our destination for by the time we left the Asteroids, we had set many of them into booby traps that exploded into a million pieces after we had gone into hyperspace. The Rallian fighter crafts and Aldos that had managed to defy our fighters had come after us, entered the asteroids and many were smote by the bombs. They halted their chase.
Chapter 8 is available here
Guest post by Vincent Ochen

The Rallians

A story by Vincent Ochen

Chapter Seven :  Evolution

It was when the deportation began that we were to know the true reason why part of Sirius B had been blanketed. The dead were being piled into mass graves dug with super space graders that floated in the air and dug a hundred tons of soil at one go. One tenth would drill the soil as the other scooped it out, and poured it into another ship that would fly with the silt into a mother ship above. The dead were thrown down into the trenches. The Rallians had ships that sucked the dead that floated in the water; those on land were picked by us and loaded into rafts that were burnt to ashes. The ash were similarly picked up by the Rallians and shipped to their mother ship.

Some of us workers were later on taken up to the Rallian planet. As we journeyed we could see the great mother ship many miles away, it was big, bigger than your wildest dreams.

I felt my heart skip as we approached the massive Jupiter sized Rallian planet. It was a dark planet, black thick smoke covered it. We entered the atmosphere in silence; we saw its dark lakes, interspersed with volcanoes bigger than those we knew. These spewed ash and smoke into the atmosphere. It was this volcanic activity then that made the planet alive and also invisible. This was the exact condition they had created on the planet Tyne.

Below this surface was another world millions of miles below. It seemed the sub surface soil was a roof. Below this roof lay a world more luxurious and more beautiful than our own, a paradise of mystical and Utopian characteristics, one could not imagine that these were the creatures that would dare destroy such pristine beauty even if it was of another planet. Here birds and animals completely different from our own flew; the oceans were pure, there was no pollution here, waterfalls were in abundance; and fell from the gigantic mountains that dotted the landscape; these very mountains acted as anchors for their roof; they had made sets of metallic gliders to hold the roof of their planet.

On top of the roof the Rallians had constructed their factories; here they also made ships; Here the Rallians poured the soil and ash excavated from our planet; these soaked up the toxic waste generated from their factories.

It was in one of those waste management containment centers that I would meet the men who would define me, men I would spend a long part of my life with. It was in those moments of toil that we happened to eaves drop four Rallians discuss the capture of an Amoan child. The Amoans we came to learn were captured many hundreds of years earlier in one of the Rallian raids and made slaves just as we were; these Amoans it had been rumored were beautiful creatures but most died due to the harsh toil, millions still worked deep down in the Rallian cities. Cities we were often told of but had never seen. This planet had once been an Amoan planet, now it had been taken over. These Amoans were like Penguins, only they were taller. They grew feathers of all colours. Their hands could expand to hold any shape they wanted. Many Amoans it was rumoured had bored tunnels under the Rallian continent and had hid there, here they had created vast network of tunnels across the planet and lived in obscurity. They raided Rallian waste sites- before the wastes were shipped to the roof for incineration. It was mentioned that there were thousands of them deep in the gorges and the only reason the Rallians did not go after them was because these Amoan tunnels contained insects whose bites were fatal to the Rallians. These insects acted as food to the Amoans and these tunnels added much needed air to the Rallian subsurface soil, thus the Amoans were tolerated. The Rallians dared not poison the tunnels as these same insects acted as the first foods to the Rallian food Chain.

One of the four Rallians in the waste containment centre had a beeper placed on his arm-it raised him, all the three left and my supervisor went into the next room. When the three left the table they forgot a picture of a cut away paper that lay on the table. Curiosity took the better of me, I swept the floor and walked to the direction of the table, therein I beheld an Amoan. The very one that had been captured. He was a beautiful creature; purple blue feather coats covered his skin. This encounter introduced me to a form of technology of which we were a million years from.

While we mined our planet for energy, the Rallians mined the sun itself, this time it was Sirius B; Picture in your mind a sun your size, with a whitish brilliance and a few thousand Kilometers from Sirus A. The two stars walked together over endless galactic cycles. I could see from a hole a digital map on the wall in the adjoining room, fixed on this wall was an electronic pictograph that showed ships leave Sirius B and land at various points of the Rallian planet. My mind told me it was impossible to land any ship on a star; let alone a star as hot as yours could possibly be; this was till I could see it happen on the wall. The live telecast showed   large Rallian ships set up dark reflectors a few miles from the stars’ surface; till they completely covered an entire section for the star.

The Rallian ships used special suction tubes made of Tantalum Hafnium to pull the liquid contents of the sun. Tantalum has the highest melting point of over 4,215 degrees centigrade. The liquid would be cooled with a liquid I know not and made into sun blocks; these sun blocks would be placed on other ships that brought them into the Rallian planet and I could see them assemble millions of ships on another sector of the planet.

I asked my comrade Tanlin what these were and he mentioned these were used as energy in ships. One block would last a thousand years. Mini suns in a Rallian Ship.

“It is impossible to land on a sun.” I mentioned

“But you have seen them land.” He said.

“The surface is actually not very hot about five hundred thousand degrees Celsius, the interior is over 25 million degrees Celsius- so it’s technically possible to mine the sun.” He said

These ships were then transported to an awaiting mother ship and transported to where no one knew. The Transports carried about Ten Thousand Ships at ago.

No Sirian was allowed near this area; but I went in due to circumstances I will soon explain

One Night an earthquake shook the building we were in; we ran outside in the dark and emerged in the presence of a creature no one could ever dream of. A being from the black hole that orbited the planet had just returned; we did not hear its arrival earlier. We had wondered what had invaded our planet and smote us, we began to hear stories of beings that the Rallians reported to; beings of natures no one could describe. I knew we were doomed and the same fate that befell the Amoans awaited us. It was mentioned to us that the Rallians waged a war in the edges of the universe, and they needed weapons. These Rallians it was whispered had been created at the edge of time, and they roamed galaxies in search of energy sources. Their gods it was mentioned travelled with them. Beings that had lived in a time no one could mention- a time when there was not yet time.

What we discovered was that the dark ones had come with information for the Rallians. We soon found out what that information was; it was when a mass shipment of new Rallian Prisoners came, that we discovered the immense power of these dark creatures; Many of our people had escaped to distant pockets of the Solar system and asteroids, and there bored homes into the asteroids, many of these were easily caught; those that had run to the asteroids had no food, and as they raided moons for food they were tracked and captured.

It was in those moments of death that news came to us –whispers of a cold strange nature; one that brought a trickle of excitement in the body, one that you hoped would blossom into hoe. This was the news that a Commander had survived the onslaught on the planet;

After five earth years of toil and labor, this was the best news anybody could hear and the way the message was delivered gave us much hope. The Commander, Commander Ein as he was called had amassed a number of followers; some who had fought gallant battles many odd years prior. They knew the Rallian ways and had helped the Commander build many Rallian type air craft’s. It was every ones hope to find the Commander and be saved by him. Fantastic escapades were said to have been fought by him. The Rallians it was mentioned knew about him, he was able to reach nearer to their detaches because he was not bugged and those he freed he un-bugged. They had become a menace and many Rallian columns had been sent into the forest and seas to search for him.

It was in one of those searches that a Jungle island was spotted by the Rallians. This island had specific forms of plants that were good for the Rallian bodies, they rubbed these on their skins and it chased away the many tiny flies whose bites caused boils to the Rallians. As a botanist I had to see this gem. The Rallians wanted to grow these in their planet. And so I was transported from the Rallian planet and sent on the journey back to my world.

We stopped by sky city; it had lost its brightness and became a place where the Rallians did their experiments. There they drained many a Sirian person’s blood into large vats which they then transported to the Mother ship. No one knew why they did this, but whispers mentioned particular oxygen giving plants that were watered with blood. These plants in turn where food for the dark ones.

I cried when I reached the surface of my planet; smoke filled everywhere; it had become a lifeless factory. Millions lined the surface, the once lush forests and marshes were now empty deep brown cesspool filled pits. The eyes of my brothers and sisters were eyes of death; they never smiled and threw the enormous burden on their backs into aerial trucks. That then flew off into the ocean surface where larger centers sorted the ores of their minerals and shipped both the mineral and the discarded ore away to their planet.

After we were briefed by those of our own whom the Rallians had brain washed – mainly children, we were then transported to the tropical island. There we found many Rallians; they meticulously sorted and recorded the plants and animals they found in the island. They ensured  the use of every plant or animal they could find.

Deep in the Island we saw two Rallians lazy about. They wore head scanners that recorded the islands contents. We continued catalogue the plants. Unknown to me this day would redefine life for me. A short while later they walked off out of sight, and they never returned. It was approximately an hour later that we saw about twenty Sirians armed to the teeth walk toward us. On their hands the forest scanners the two Rallians had.

They walked to us. We stood about –our minds blank.

“Come with us.” One of them whispered. We rushed to them, I and three others-both the lady and Tanlin had been by my side from the Rallian planet.

We were taken into a submersible that rested a few feet from the ocean. Ten hours later we entered one of the crevices formed by the oceans, these were well hidden. Tunnels bored through it pushed us deeper into blue crystal filled holes, these provided natural light. There we met Commander Ein. He welcomed us with open hands and gave us much to wish for.

“I heard of you and believe you have the ability to help us in more ways than one.” He hugged us.

Commander Ein took us to a section of the enclosure where lay many a sick Sirian soldier, they had no doctors to help. We immediately searched our gear for any plant that could help ease their pain. Some insects sucked their blood and clotted the blood, these were very effective.

Commander Ein would later take us on a tour of his base and into his communications room where giant screens on the walls kept him abreast with the Rallian desecration of our planet. Many a recording of raids he made on Rallian ships he showed us. Some of our satellites were still in orbit and they had been of immense usefulness to the cause. They allowed a lot of communication by the Rallians to be monitored.

 Then we were taken to the ship assembly site and over eight ships were being refurbished. Many of these were discarded Rallian ships that Commander Ein had taken apart piece by piece and re-assembled.

He took us to the chamber where dead Rallians were kept. These were research stations, we could see Rallian drones, Rallian armour suits, gadgets, ship models, Rallian written words were being decoded. One dead Rallian had a child on it belly.

“They are Hermaphrodites he told us.” “Our ancestors encountered these creatures; I happen to discover stories about them drawn in one of the abandoned temples.”

We made this our home and mainly worked on the sick, we also suggested fruits and leaves that offered better nutritional value for the fighters. Fish we hunted and salted for our use. It was on one of those nights that we were woken up. A raid was planned. I and Tanlin volunteered to join Commander Ein.

On the way Commander Ein told us the remarkable story about life; after their raft had been washed away, he had fallen into the sea and lay there many hours, till his body touched a root from one of the marshes. Here he awoke and used the root to climb up to shore. He was hungry and walked about to find fruits to eat. Two Months later as he familiarized himself with his environ he met what would become his home for the last two years. He found an old abandoned temple, possibly built thousands of years in the past; it had been covered by trees. He entered and landed at the lintels of the old palace and used his Nean trees to look inside-It was gigantic-there were open storage areas, prayer areas, baths, burial grounds and the like. Here he explored and here he put his home.

“My wife and child I lost….I still look for them.”

“How did you come to lead the rebellion?” I asked.

“It was in one of the days, two years ago when I hunted to survive, and mainly these were Rats, Rabbits, bush Pigs and many other smaller animals. One day I found a Rallian drone stuck to one of the animal traps I had set; it had twisted and blasted many trees around in an effort to free itself but it failed and its power had run out.

I took it away. Disabled its weapons systems and recharged the battery with all the tree saps I could acquire. It was then I tuned in to their frequency and I learnt their alphabet and with time began to understand why they had come to our planet; it was purely to mine our resources. To them we were beings very low in the evolutionary ladder. They had wanted to destroy us totally but had chosen to use as slaves. Since we were water based; they could not take us to live in their planet as their slaves. They would feed us to their fish for as long as we were still useful.”

 “To complete their work would take about two centuries. They would sail on after they had stored enough energy and packed enough food to last hundreds of years and we would be kept alive in their planet to breed more food for them. This is what led me to action. It was from them that I first heard of the Galactic battle. Here I also heard about the Amoans and also of beings in the Auriga star system that were almost as advanced as we were and had to be given the same medicine as us. They had already sent one Mother ship there-A ship I heard was bigger than an ocean put together, an Inter Galactic ship.”

“I monitored their communications for many months, learnt where they stored their weapons. I easily located some of these centers and helped myself to the largely unguarded weapons, but took the chance to only remove the ones easy to get. These weapons I dismantled and studied well. It was at these times that I began to look for and rescue one Sirian after another-now we number a few thousand.”

A soldier came to him with news.

“The supply train goes to Rallian detaches at the mines. They carry weapons and food.”

“Great, lead us” He responded

“Prepare yourselves, we will have afight.”

We shipped off into the night; a dozen of us on a twenty meter aerial car, about nine ships carried two hundred of us. We reached the tracks and buried ourselves into the sand. Three hours later the train came by, over 50 wagons long. Our contact had reliably informed us of the particular wagon the food was in and the arms. These were typically at the back of the wagon.

When the train came by we got ourselves ready. These were aerial trains that flew about ten meters up the ground. They needed infra red beacons on the ground to give them direction.

As the train passed us by we shot metal ropes that attached themselves under the wagons, these then pulled us from the ground, we ran along with the train and pulled ourselves up onto the wagons, we used acidic fluids to bore our way in. Then threw the food and arms down the ground for miles and miles till we had got to our hearts contents and we used the detachable ropes to jump down to the ground. From here we radioed a team that had remained with our ships and they came to us, along the way they had packed what we had thrown. Within an hour we were on our way back to base.

From then on the Rallians began to take a keen interest in us. They increased their search; set up heat sensors within marshes and directed satellites to areas they deemed of interest. We used these perilous moments to build more and more aircrafts as well as store enough food. We knew tough times lay ahead of us.. Our plans for the year were to raise a series of hit and run maneuvers on the Rallian bases and recruit more and more people into the movement. Once we had the entire population in arms-there in we would find the opportunity to redeem ourselves over many years. 

Events went very fast over the months; all the news and whispers in the Rallian camps mentioned the escapades of   Commander Ein. The name had become a thorn in the Rallian flesh. They hunted for the Commander for many months without success.

On one of the dark and gloomy months, a massage came from the Rallian planet. This was carried by one of our own who coordinated spy activities up there. He mentioned that the Amoans requested his presence-They had heard of him and new the secret to our species survival.

Commander Ein stood before thirty six soldiers in the forgotten temple enclosure; he had chosen to go to the Rallian planet and there meet the Amoans, they had offered to reveal secret technologies whose blue print that they had stolen  from the Rallians, but to do so they had to be taken out of the planet. These were days that would shake the foundation of time.

I and Tanlin were chosen to go to the planet; we had been there before and had been slaves who could move from moon to moon, this gave us an immense opportunity to climb aboard Rallian transports. We had captured and reconfigured many a Rallian Ship; and hoped to effortlessly sizzle into their planet; we knew the codes to be used.

Three quarters of us would embark on this journey-we had to find a refuge in the Ice moon, a moon scarcely inhabited. Our location was precariously close to detection by the superior Rallian radars. We thus had to get out of the planet.

There was a Rallian spaceport about a hundred miles from our hideout. We knew it well and had managed to scour its architecture. The Sirians that worked there would give us access. We divided ourselves into to three groups. Those that would help us escape the Sirian orbit and eventually remain behind to keep the incursions active; the other group would travel with the Commander to the Rallian planet. The others would escape to the Ice moon Lait and await any further instructions. Food and medicine were gathered in quantities enough to sustain a four thousand man army for a year.

We marched into the area by submersible crafts about three thousand of us. We would leave two thousand more in the planet. ln our two day Journey we made plans to take over the space port. Plan A was to use the workers therein to enter into the space port and take over the flight control deck. Then block all access to the space port. This would give us the ability to direct the action at our discretion. If this should fail, we had planned to capture the port by force in a massive blitz.

We knew he Rallians loved their fish especially those brought from the planet Tyne. We had secured enough of this food. My being a botanist enabled us to create a bomb with this food. A bomb hat would react with the Rallian internal fluids and burn them up from the inside.

We reached their enclave in the night. Our Subs encircled the Space Port about twenty meters below the water surface.-Then amidst the darkness we gave the servants the food. How they would administer it we awaited to see. Six Rallians manned the space port controls and about a dozen others stood guard on the outside.

It would take about half an hour for the bombs to take effect after it was eaten. We knew the cue we wanted. When we heard it- the Rallians had began to blow up one at a time. Some Rallians jumped from the widows to the ground in a ball of fire. We entered the pace port zones and shot our way through the runways. It was a complete and total surprise. Many of the Rallians were unarmed-some managed to inflict mortal wounds on some of our own, who we evacuated to the ships later. At the controls many of the communication and radar links were shut off. After we had pacified the area we set up defenses around the port. We then floated our submersibles from the water and landed them on the launch stations. It took about seven hours to launch all the eighty crafts we had. We had to pack ourselves in like fish. Three thousand of us in all.  

It would take two days for the Rallians to know what had happened. The little communication devices we kept open were to remotely inform them that the base was under maintenance repair. These messages were set electronically every hour; we had the knowledge of the Rallian language to execute this out. Within this window our ships managed to mingle with the thousands of Rallian ships that plied the planets. Commander Ein, Tanlin and I were among the first to be lunched out to orbit, we then sailed along the route to the Rallian planet.

Those of our own who had remained behind would disappear away to safety in the many subterranean vaults under the continent. Another group of ships –the bulk of our crudely made fleet flew to the ice moon Tyne. This moon was barely a twenty hour journey to the Rallian planet. Here they would remain and await our arrival-if we were successful. If we weren’t they would have to find a means of survival in the many moons of our solar system.

And yes the Rallians did find out and began a frantic search of the night sky; they set up road blocks in every nook of usable territory in space. Many of these were manned by drones.

About a dozen reports came to them about a mass of familiar ships that were sighted on course for the Ice moon Lait. The Rallians sent out a hundred class one frigates-these were faster and stronger and carried enough sun fuel to last millennia’s.

This enabled Commander Ein to approach the Rallian planet with ease as attention was shifted to the Ice moon.

We almost never reached the Great planet; we had stopped to be inspected; and held a cargo of much needed medical plants that the Rallians relied on, as botanists we were given freedom to move to and fro. Effortlessly we reached the roof of the planet. From here we stole our way into another Rallian transport. Our ship was not able to withstand the tension caused by re-entry. Our energy fuse blew up, and we crash landed in dense trees; this gave us the opportunity to escape into the Forest. We moved through this forest at light speed. A forest whose trees seemed to look at us and whose birds made haunting melodies.

From the maps crudely drawn for us we had another twenty miles to go before we would reach the collection point.

Planes flew by over the Rallian sky enroute to their mighty cities. This was heaven itself.

 We traveled in the night for safety; with us we had night visuals; the fruits from the trees were palatable with us, these sustained us for the duration of the journey.

It was in the third night that an unexpected danger visited us; as we crossed the myriads of strange trees. We could see birds flap up into the sky; we had startled them, carefully we moved inland, barely ten minutes later we saw the birds fly again.

“We are being followed Tanlin warned us” “Everyone up the tree and maintain maximum silence.”

Then we saw the creature, in the darkness; it smelt us and stood wherein we had last been, then it looked up into the trees; whether it could see us we were not sure of. But smell us it did; we dared not move an inch. It could raise chaos for us and blow away our cover.

“We must to neutralize it.” Retorted Commander Ein. “It could be a Rallian tracker Dog.”

Eilda, one of the young and formidable assistants to Commander Ein and Tanlin seemed ahead of us; Eilda jumped down, the beast turned to him; Tanlin too jumped down and threw a rope over the beasts Head; Eilda held its teeth, we also jumped down to kill the beast; it was at such a moment that a net was thrown over us. Then we blacked out.

When we awoke; we were inside a massive cave and a peculiar being hovered above us; it was unmistakable- an Amoan, soon many more Amoans came into the room we were in;

They were a beautiful people, their feather coated skins glowed  with  shades of color in the spectrum, the young were yellow, the old purple, the women green, the men blue, they were birds that walked on two bird like legs, their tail feathers bright and beautiful as a peacocks,.

They told us how the Rallians had destroyed their world, they were captured and cannibalized, and a few of them escaped into the trenches and since that time thousands of generations have lived and died there.

“Some of us still live above, as slaves and occasionally eaten like fowl at a whim.”Said Yolk- he was old, as old as the oldest men in your generation, he was at deaths door and yet he still had the hope that he would die in freedom.

With him was Heetal; he it was who coordinated all within his community, an expert at weapons manufacture. He had found a loophole in the Rallian defenses and made it possible for us to receive his chief’s message.

Jani, a son of Yolk tended to his father and had the strength of character to assume command over many a youth in this underground enclave.

“Who are these people anyway; where do they come from.” Commander Ein inquired from Yolk.

“The Rallians come from our universe; they have been here since the beginning and eventually crossed the divide; in their lust for power they gave their souls to beings we cannot explain, beings that are obscure .We still cannot comprehend.”

“And these beings in the black hole; have you seen them?”

“No, none of us has-I doubt if the Rallians themselves have-perhaps only a few chosen ones.” Mentioned Yolk. “There are beings which though neither compounds nor mixture, are not elements.”

“How can that be?” I inquired- my mind could not comprehend what Yolk had just mentioned.

“There are two types of beings, the visible and the invisible, the Rallians are the visible; their master is of a form we cannot comprehend. We give names to things according to the appearances they assume for ourselves, but these beings are of obscure form. With the ages of the universe estimated in the billions, it is not uncommon for these beings to exist.”

I scratched my head and looked at Yolk with my eyes; he could sense my mind,

“When bodies deemed to be simple, combine with one another they vanish, they are individually annihilated-they have entered into the spiritual. And they live in a black hole.” He pointed up the roof. “Which again defies reason, shall we be right to mention then that a black hole may be that boundary that separates finite from infinite.” He mentioned.

“Only an old Race like the Rallians would have the technology to summon beings in the infinite.” Said Heetal;

“But if the Rallians are of the finite type; we should have been able to detect them; but we discovered when it was too late.” Commander Ein found the opportunity to clear his mind. The Amoans had lived with these space conquers for many millennia; they knew what they dealt with.

“The same occurred with us; by the time we discovered what we delt with they had already landed in our planet and they took it away from its orbit.” “This beloved planet.” Yolk wiped tears off his eyes.

Jani went to comfort his father, Heetal served a meal for us and as we ate he mentioned what I had always thought;

“There is no rest, no chance in nature.” He said. “All happens because they have to happen.” “The arrival of these obscure beings was destined to occur. All creatures were born to fight to survive; we see it in your calm seas and in the bodies that rule space.” “We were very excited when we heard about your resistance.” Mentioned Heetal. “It was not by mistake that you began to fight, not by mistake that you and I sit here together.”

“We understood you had challenges on a fundamental question.” “How do we get out of the Rallian clutches?” “How do we fight them?”  “And after we have slipped through to space, where do we go?” “Answers to these your questions we have. We are the future, we have a map of the way that will lead us to a new home, a new planet, we have the blue print to the Rallian Ships, and we know how to fly them. The Maps are in our minds. Those large Rallian ships have warp technology, to configure it we know, they have the technology to mine the stars, that technology too we have.”

“The winds of change have begun, we cannot let it stop.” Mentioned Yolk “A launch widow approaches and our destination planet is in its correct position. In haste we must leave this planet.”

This was an opportunity we could not pass. Our mission was to get the Amoans out of the planet and into the moon Lait, from there we would devise a strategy to take over the mother ship.

Our first mission was to get a ship and steal our way out of the Rallian planet with selected Amoans. Of these there would be 50 Amoan scientists.

Rechoas men had by now long landed on the moon Lait. There they hid amidst the trees that grew on the ice moon. A moon that had mountains and rivers, here they kept a deathly silence. Each time their ships lurched about us we dug deep into our hearts and clenched our teeth. Much was at stake-Our intention was to escape from the solar system and live somewhere else, if we failed in this mission our race would be extinct within a matter of a century.

How fortune loves the prepared. By the time the frigates hovered about the ice moon, Commander Ein radioed. They were at the last phase of the mission. We believe the Rallians heard it for they too began to dial into the frequency-Rechoas transmitters could sense this disturbance. He and his men hid under the tree covered areas on the ice moon’s surface. The Rallians later landed in the droves and detected Rechoas position.

Rechoa prepared an ambush.

Commander Ein and the over one thousand Amoans began to climb the long mountains that covered the middle of the Rallian planet. Put all your mountains together they still cannot match the Rallian ones, in them they curved their great ones, their evolution over millennia, first they were stones, then plants, then dragon like beasts, then they became like us, then some of them became spirits and they said they would become gods eventually.

These were moments of time, moments when life had to be desired. If we were able to pull out of the Rallian planet-then we could possibly survive.

Here we were with 50 Amoans scientists, a thousand more would help us get to the place where ships were assembled. Here ships were painted-grey and they were transported on conveyer belts to larger ships called Aldos that would send these to the mother ship.

The Mother ship itself I once had seen and was as large as a small country. It was huge-all things necessary for life was in here. Endless arrays of machines did most of the work. Their soldiers manned every floor. One Mother ship it was mentioned could carry ten thousand Aldos. We studied its blue print as given us by the Amoans

In the Ice moon. Rechoa had securely hidden his ships a few feet below the ice; he led the Rallians deeper in the trees and laid out a trap for them. They meticulously followed Rechoas group. His fighter’s had by now set up an attack corridor; they camouflaged themselves with the snow and hid till it was dark.

Then the trees began to move, and the Rallians appeared. Rechoa bid his men to take their time till the moment of attack approached. The Rallians walked in single file as they searched the area. Rechoa made sure to leave tracks with their movements which the Rallians followed. Rechoa had earlier on sent half his men seven miles backwards to attack the Rallian ships; he and the men with him launched an attack on the fifty Rallians that walked the darkness. One by one a Rallian was whisked up into the trees and silenced.

An over alert Rallian noticed his immediate soldier had disappeared from the back. He stopped and called. He then walked there and about. He stopped when a liquid droped onto his forehead. When he touched it; a form of blood formed in his hands. He looked up to see his friend and with his friend was Reachoa himself. One bullet to the skull finished him off. Reachoas men then began to shoot disproportionately. The sound of the battle forced the Rallians within the ship to run into the forest to help. This gave an opportunity for the Sirians to capture the Rallian ships. Many a Rallian pilot fought to safeguard his ship but were inundated with Sirian fire power. One to three Rallian ships escaped to the sky.

At this stage Rechoa made an out maneuver and run with his men toward the Rallian ships. These were boarded and to the air they flew. Behind they left many Rallians stranded.

He tailed the three escaped Rallian ships about ten miles into space before his men shot them to tatters. Then he led his ships on to the periphery of the Rallian planet. Behind on the moon other Sirians fought gallantly against the Rallians, hey would enable a safe passage for Rechoa.

We crouched along the rocks in the mountains. This was an extinct volcano where Rallians had started use of as a storage centre. They had bored various vertical holes onto the sides of the volcano and used it partially for research purposes. If we were to reach the Aldo in the planets roof above we had to climb through these enormous holes, careful to carry endless tanks of oxygen. These tunnels were used to send wastes up the roof.

Oxygen tanks we had aplenty. The Amoans needed it every day under the continent and had designed light oxygen tanks that would last a month at the most. We shut off a couple of incinerators in the night. This would cut off black smoke that would normally form inside the tunnels and we wore our life tanks and painfully crawled inside these tunnels. We used special metals to attach our bodies along the perilous soot colored rocks.

We had less than twenty hours to get to the top. In the day the Rallians would restart the incinerators. We would be fried to death if this operation found us inside the vents.

Once we were half way inside the vents we fired our oxygen, this lifted us slowly up. Many died in the tunnel mainly from exhaustion. We left them behind, tied them to metal poles that we fixed on the walls. The warm smoke when released would dissipate them overtime.

By the time we smelt the coarse open air above, we were for the most part exhausted. The sun was a few hours away. Our eyes landed on a military landing site that contained thousands of small ships; ships that were two sitters; five sitters, ten sitters, a hundred sitters.

The Amoans directed us on what to do-they were over a thousand Amoans and only a dozen of us Sirians. These Amoans were masters of camouflage, and could blend like chameleons. Within those few hours they mapped out every intricate detail of the ships; those that were ignitable those with weapons aboard, those that could withstand long journeys. They used ropes to go in these excursions and when they got the opportunity to enter a ship they did and opened the doors ajar for us. Within an hour we rushed to board the ships; the 50 Amoan elders we put in groups of ten per ship, majority of the others took up the smaller ships as there would be many Rallian ships and drones that would came to stop us.

Slowly we floated in the air, up to a hundred or so meters, then we went vamoose and ignited our rocket engines, we scattered our way across the endless Rallian sky. We knew the Rallian air defenses both below the planet and those in space would rain down torrents of missiles at us.

By the time we reached the stratosphere, more than a thousand Rallian drones were on our tail. The Rallian missiles shields in orbit fired endless missiles at us. Many an Amoan flew straight for these missiles-they sacrificed themselves so that the 50 Amoan elders could have a chance to escape. They did this both for missiles that came from space and those from below the planet. Many others veered off and went back down to fight the Rallian drones that menaced their way toward us. We radioed for help from the moon Lait.

Over a quarter of our ships were destroyed before we had even got out of the large planets gravity. A quarter more Amoans remained behind to engage the enemy. All the Fifty Amoans were safe. More Amoans maneuvered and flew to attack the aerial missile launchers in space.

The rest of us with about five hundred ships marched on towards the Asteroids.

At the time when we had emerged into space, our brothers from the moon Lait came to our rescue-They had heard that more Rallian frigates were launched from the planet and had almost taken off the Amoans that had acted as a buffer between them and us. Two thousand Sirians under Rechoa volunteered to fight to the death and bagan to approach the Rallian planet to the help of the last Amoans.

A thousand more we requested to help us capture the Mother ship. Tanlin had already veered off towards the ship with a hundred Amoans manned light ships; the rest would go with Commander Ein towards the Asteroids.

A hundred thousand miles and four hours later we encountered the Mother ship. They thought we were Rallian ships and had not known about the battle that raged on at the margins of their planet. The Amoans had managed to confuse their radar systems. They had earlier raided many a Rallian grave and picked up the identification chip implants that each Rallian carried. This allowed us to pass through the scanners before we were all allowed into the ships range without much ado. When we reached the periphery of the ship, we mentioned to them that we had come on a study tour and would fly about the ships exterior.

We flew hour long sorties along the width and breadth of the ship and used ropes to drop down onto the ships body; therein we searched for their extremely tiny air ducts that were used in those rare occasions to pump bad air out of the ship. Into these air ducts we pumped enormous quantities of sarin, an extremely toxic gas that attacks the central nervous system, causing convulsions and death.

After we had pumped tons of sarin across the ship, we then requested to be let in through their wavy gates.

We were like bees that flew on the doors of an airport hangar. When we had all entered the ship; we released the sarin that we had with us; we were prepared and still wore the oxygen tanks we had before; these shielded us. This alerted the Rallian sensors that immediately sprinkled water and oxygen into the ship and alerted its inhabitants of the breach and a call for evacuation.

We shot many a Rallian along the way to their communications center; its location at the top edges of the ship.

The sarin had helped us, it weakened many a Rallian, and along the paths we run in we found bodies that littered the corridors. Of these we found many of them at deaths door and helped make their journey quicker. Some Amoans then bored their way into their arms depots and we secured the arsenal needed to capture the ship in totality. We estimated about two thousand Rallians would be in the ship.

“If you do not come in ten hours, we shall leave.” Echoed the words of Commander Ein as we began our attack on the Rallian Mother sip.

By now they had successfully landed on the Asteroids and awaited us for a voyage across the stars. With them were the 50 Amoans with the blue prints to our future. The Amoans had convinced us of many planets capable of harboring life out there and they had visited many at a time when they were free.

The decision to take over the mother ship was one of impulse, as we left the Rallian planet; I asked price Ein via wireless if we would make it to the next star system, he mentioned the idea would be to reach deep space and then remove the sun fuels from the tiny rafts and insert them into two or three larger ships.

I asked him if he would give me the permission to take a few fighters and try to take over the mother ship

He mentioned that he considered it crazy but if we could escape the Rallian atmosphere he was optimistic that we may pull it off, and gave me the go ahead.

Over a thousand of us went into an operation what would become known as the operation of life; for we destroyed enemy life to save our own. Our mission was to penetrate a hornets’ nest, fight our way to their communications center and commandeer the ship.

To be a botanist came handy, I knew certain hostile ants can camouflage into other. And so like a leviathan it awaits the right moment before it strikes with a flash.

In a typical Rallian battle, the machines do the war. Rallian life was too precious to waste-their women had become old- then they overtime evolved into asexual beings by both evolution and medication. Perhaps one of the unique survival skills of a race among the abundance of space.

By the time we reached their communications center we had fought spirited battles with more than a hundred of them, they killed some of us, and many had covered their faces with gas masks.

All over the ship we beat them left and right –till we had harassed them to warrant us a pest- and so as they opened more and more of their air vents, more and more sarin streaked through. We had gambled and it had worked.

By the time we blew down the door to their communications center and shot those inside they had sent many messages for help to the home planet to alert them of the situation. Their home planet had problems of their own, many of their space ports had been destroyed by the Amoan fighters and they could not launch fighter ships.

Above them many more Amoan rebels had been joined by thousands of Sirian fighters and had taken a deep hold on their ability to offer any help.

“We will fight it out.” The Rallians in the Mother ship radioed back-and they began to evacuate onto the Aldos-many that were still airtight.

They also released those dreaded spider drones. We feared them and took evasive action. A few of us were killed by these metallic spiders. The Amoan urine helped a lot; it was here we discovered these spiders machines froze on contact with urine. We all began to pee on the floor and walls as our engineers tried to configure the codes to stop these spiders. We succeeded and hot coded them to look at the Rallians as the enemy and they gladly helped us totally defeat their own masters.

About a thousand Rallians had managed to escape aboard about twenty Aldos, there was a pile up when the sarin seeped into many others. And as they ran off into space we went to their engine rooms and finally gained access to their ship control center. We then sent out squads to comb the floors. By the time we took over the ship no Rallian remained alive- the Amoans guided the ship at great speed towards the asteroids. We radioed Commander Ein to be on the ready; we found them already in orbit around the asteroids and instructed them to put on their oxygen masks, then ushered them into the ship. Those that fought in the margins of the Rallian planet radioed to say they would fight on and wished us the very best. We thanked them for their sacrifice and promised to remember them.

The Rallians who had escaped aboard the twenty Aldos began to move towards their home planet; we were later to learn they would complete the destruction of our own that fought gallantly near the Rallian planet. We had heard their last battle cry and wishes of a better future, at this their last moments we radioed to Rechoa and  mentioned we had captured the great Mother ship and would in a few seconds launch to hyperspace, we knew the last of them heard us make this leap.

We quickly began to map the ship. We then took stock of the dead Rallians-we packed them into ice rooms, and also accounted for their electrical grids and energy they had left. We then began to read their literature.-The Amoans taught us how to. Here we delved into their culture and way of life. They were the sons of the universe-one of the few who had lived in the universe of old and they were here to take stock of the resources that were available. They were so old that they could travel from one reality to another. They had evolved over 80 billion Gas ago, those milliards of years they used it to visit other worlds and discovered other portals to other universes. We wondered how we had even managed to pull this escape up. We lost many men and women that day, some who though Amoans had taught us never to lose hope-The Amoans especially after over a hundred centuries in captivity still had hope- a belief that a few men with the right attitude had the ability to create a new dawn.

It would take us many months to reach our next destination-we had chosen a star system next to yours; and then we went to sleep-in shifts of a month each.

We were confident we would reach our destination for by the time we left the Asteroids, we had set many of them into booby traps that exploded into a million pieces after we had gone into hyperspace. The Rallian fighter crafts and Aldos that had managed to defy our fighters had come after us, entered the asteroids and many were smote by the bombs. They halted their chase.

Chapter 8 is available here

Guest post by Vincent Ochen

 

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