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Shades of Gray

BolianAuthor

Writer, Battlestar Urantia
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SHADES OF GRAY






The sounds of leaves softly rustling could be heard, as well as the sound of soft footfalls upon pebbles, as a small gray form moved among a clutch of fern-like plants, that were growing near the entrance to a small cave.

Finally, the small gray form emerged... a lone being... about three feet tall, and basically humanoid, but different. This being appeared slightly hunched over, and had almost no body or facial hair, beyond a slight "peach fuzz". The being's head was somewhat large, in comparison to its body, but not by much. It had a very small nose, and only holes for ears. Finally, it had a pair of very large black eyes, that were like two large black almonds, on their sides.

The being looked around rapidly, as if wary of some unseen predator, as it sniffed the air around it, as it brought one hand up, which held a small shelled water creature, much like an oyster, on Earth. Its hands had only three fingers. The being brought the shelled creature up to its nose, and sniffed at it, before letting out a quick chirping sound, as it sat the shelled creature on the top of a large rock.

The creature then looked down, and produced another rock, and prepared to attempt to crack the shell of the creature, so that it could get to the meat inside. The being began to pound at the shell with the rock, at times having to keep the shelled creature from slipping off the rock it was on, and at times emitting quick chirps of frustration, as the stubborn shell refused to break open.

Suddenly, something drew the being's attention away from the shelled creature, and the being looked up, and hunched behind the ferns, as if for protection, as it gazed with absolute curiosity and fascination at what it was seeing...

Off in the distance, before the being, was a group of four other beings... aliens. They were very large... perhaps seven feet tall, and they were very different-looking. These new beings were a dirty greenish color, and looked almost like reptiles. And they appeared to have some sort of white covering over most of their bodies. The new reptile-things were all standing outside what looked like a small cave or hut made out of metal, and they were holding metal things in their hands, and making sounds as they spoke.

Finally, as the silent and curious being watched, the new reptile-things walked back into their metal hut, and the entrance closed on itself. A second later, a loud whooshing noise was heard, and a cloud of dust was kicked up from underneath the metal hut, and the entire hut began to rise up into the air, flying high into the sky, until finally, with the blink of an eye, it shot ahead, vanishing from view.

The little gray being was beside itself with awe, as it very slowly and cautiously emerged from its cover of ferns, and hastily rushed inside its cave, coming to a fast stop in front of the cave wall, and reached down, to pick up yet another small rock, now having forgotten about the shelled creature it had caught for food.

It brought the new rock up to the cave wall, and began to drag it hard along the surface, as it "drew" a very simple and crude representation of what it had just seen... a group of different-looking beings, beside a strange-looking hut, as it "dotted" the sky with stars, by banging the rock on the wall in various places. Finally, the little gray being had finished its work of cave art, and stood back, regarding it for a moment, as it then moved to the entrance to its cave again, this time poking its head out, as it looked up.

The being gazed intently into the sky, with a look of total wonder, as now the sun began to set, and the growing darkness of twilight began to reveal the endless expanse of stars in the sky, as those millions upon millions of stars filled the being's large black eyes, reflecting upon them, as the being continued its gaze into the heavens above.



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WOW, what an introduction!!

I'm curious, how do the Orvani communicate at this point? Something about the description makes me think they don't speak.
 
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Thank you! Yeah, you are correct... at this point, the Orvani have no language... they just make sounds of chirps and simple noises like that. This is basically their "caveman" stage of evolution.
 
I'm curious to learn who the "reptile-creatures" wearing spacesuits are...

But a REALLY cool perspective on the Greys! :D
 
PART ONE: "YES, VIRGINIA"







500,000 YEARS LATER

The roger beep of the radio sounded, as the two astronauts bounded up the edge of the lunar crater, as the sounds of their breathing loudly accompanied the roger beep, contrasting against the eerie total silence of the lunar surface.

Finally, the two astronauts reached the edge of the vast crater, and looked over the landscape, as almost immediately, the lead astronaut's face wore a look that was a mix of both sock, surprise, total awe, and fear, as he took in the sight ahead on him...

Lining the far wall of the mammoth white crater, was a row of about a dozen ships... space ships... alien ships. And they were absolutely massive in size. They looked as if they were docked to some kind of space port built right into the far edge of the crater. The ships themselves were gleaming brilliant white in color, and looked very menacing, as if they were meant to intimidate. Finally, the silence was broken by a call from Mission Control, and the lead astronaut responded, activating his radio.

"What's there? Mission Control calling Apollo 11..." the man's radio voice called.

"Aldrin here, Sir... these babies are huge, Sir! Enormous! OH MY GOD! You wouldn't believe it! I'm telling you there are other spacecraft out there, lined up on the far side of the crater edge! They're on the Moon watching us!" the lead astronaut reported, waiting for Mission Control's reply.

"Uh... say again, Apollo...?" Mission Control replied.

"Mission Control, no problem with my last... it is as I said... PLEASE BE INFORMED THAT THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS." Aldrin replied, as he now turned to face the astronaut with him, as they again both gazed out to the row of docked space ships on the far edge of the crater...



71 YEARS LATER

The millions upon millions of stars filled the being's large black eyes, reflecting upon them, as the being began to withdraw from the window, and began to walk out of the large room which could best be described as a mess hall/lounge, on board what was apparently a space ship.

The being was almost identical to the being that drew upon the cave wall so very long ago. This version however, was taller... about five feet tall, and had absolutely no body or facial hair of any kind. This version also stood perfectly erect, and its head was quite large, in proportion to its body. The eyes were still like large black almonds, but they were now angled, giving the being an almost sinister look.

As the being walked out of the room, and through the corridor of the ship, it was absorbing the constant stream of information flowing into its brain, from not only the others of its kind on the ship, but also from the ship itself. The medical bay had lost another crew member... the third one this month... and at quite a young age, too. There was a planet less then a day's travel from their current position... it might be possible to set down on that world, if communications could be established with the native species, and they agreed upon a landing. Any number of thoughts were constantly racing through the mind of the being, and the being not only understood each and every thought, but also stored each and every thought in its memory, never forgetting anything. The being literally could function at the speed of thought. All thoughts were shared, and all thoughts were stored. Nothing was ever lost or forgotten, meaning that nothing ever had to be retold, or relearned... only new knowledge was constantly being added, shared, and remembered.

Finally, the being entered the control room of the ship, where a handful of others just like it were either seated or standing, facing the wall, except for one, which was standing beside a large central circular table.

The control room was incredibly sleek as well as spartan... there were almost no traces of anything that humans would consider a computer monitor or array of buttons or a keyboard. The beings seemed to be interacting with the ship with their very minds, using thought itself to carry out ship functions. The room was a model of perfect cleanliness... smooth and gleaming white in color. The central table was also a gleaming white, but the surface was what looked like a perfectly smooth and flawlessly shiny circular panel of black glass.

As the being walked beside the other being standing next to the table, a vast blue-light hologram of Earth's solar system sprouted up from the surface of the table, and began to slowly rotate, as the "Commander" asked the being beside the table a question...

"This is it?"

"Yes, Sir... the third planet in this star system." the being beside the table indicated, as the hologram now zoomed in to a close image of Earth, slowly rotating.

The being beside the table looked to the Commander, as the Commander gazed at the holo-image of Earth rotating, as the reflected image of Earth filled his eyes.



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JUNE 24, 2040



CASATUS CRATER – LUNA

The lone sound of a roger beep broke the otherwise total silence of the lunar surface, as a lone astronaut appeared from over a low ridge, bounding down the embankment, kicking up little clouds of white lunar soil, as he made his way down to the interior of the crater.

The astronaut looked up towards the horizon, as the reflection of the Earth filled the glass on his helmet. The Cape of Good Hope and Antarctica dominated the top of the Earth… at least, the top as the astronaut saw it, from the lunar south pole. It was a sight he had still not gotten used to.

Sighing, he knelt down, facing the crater floor, and began to fumble for a soil probe that was attached to his equipment pack. After taking a moment to calibrate the long instrument, he jammed it into the lunar soil, and began to push it in deep into the sand.

Suddenly, a dark shadow zipped overhead, blocking the light as it moved over the area where the astronaut was. The astronaut didn’t think anything of it, thinking it was but a small meteorite passing overhead, as he continued his soil sampling. However, just then, a second dark shadow zipped by, and this time, the astronaut decided to look up, just as three more new dark shadows of identical size and form to the first two shot by.

As the astronaut stood up, and began to look up and ahead of him, his mouth dropped open, at what he was seeing…

A group of small saucer-shaped ships, each roughly the size of a warehouse, and with hulls that looked like some form of brilliant brushed metal, and absolutely no lights or windows of any kind visible, as the group of ships sailed at what could only be described as a “leisurely pace” towards the globe of the Earth.

As the lone astronaut stood like a small speck in the middle of the vast crater, even more groups of flying saucers continued to fly overhead, at the same slow and comfortable pace, almost as if they were out for a Sunday drive. The incoming saucers seemed almost endless in number, as the fleet continued on its way, the ships all lined up in a long row, like some sort of alien wagon train.

INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION - EARTH ORBIT

The sound of the radio beeping was heard, as the Russian astronaut worked outside, on spacewalk duty, repairing a connection point on one of the station's solar sail arms.

The astronaut finished with one tool, and carefully lifted it to the side, and let go, letting the tool hang in zero-g in front of him, as he reached for another tool. He looked into his toolkit, as he fumbled for the new device, and after a while found it, and brought it out of the case. He then began to continue effecting repairs to the connection point, when he paused... he suddenly felt strange, as if he were being watched.

He decided maybe he needed a break, and without thinking, moved his hand across the top of his helmet, as if he were wiping sweat from his brow, but then felt foolish that he had forgotten that his helmet was there. Tired, he turned his head to his left, to try and get a nice view of Earth, but was treated instead, to the last thing he ever expected to see... a single saucer-shaped craft, right there, in front of him, standing absolutely still, mere meters away from him.

All color drained from the astronaut's face, and he wore a look of terror, as sweat beaded on his face, inside the helmet. Then, suddenly, the saucer began to initiate a complete roll, as it swept over him, from left to right. The astronaut followed the craft, as it rolled above him, and as the saucer completed its roll, it did so by settling into formation in the middle of a much larger group of saucers, which were on the move, flying towards the atmosphere of Earth.

The astronaut's mouth was agape with awe at the sight he was beholding, as he watched the one saucer which he had first seen remain still, as the rest of its kind kept flying by. It was as if the saucer were just as curious about him, as he was of it. Finally, the astronaut did the only thing he could think of... he waved at the craft.

As soon as the astronaut waved at it, the saucer moved backward ever so slightly, and then began to drift forward, now rejoining the rest of the fleet, on the way to Earth, as the astronaut looked on.

AIR FORCE ONE - SOMEWHERE OVER THE MIDDLE EAST

The majestic presidential Boeing Sonic Cruiser rose above the clouds, followed a second later, by the twin AF-21 Black Tigers that were assigned to protect the plane belonging to the leader of the free world, as the scream of the hypersonic engines filled the air around the three planes, as a radio transmission from the CAG broke through the noise.

"Big Bird, this is Ghost Eagle One... we are ready to break off, and descend for refueling ops... Ghost Eagles Three and Four will be our relief... coming up... now!" the lead pilot stated, as now a second pair of AF-21's rose up into view, behind the two current fighters.

"Copy that, Ghost Eagle One... descending to refueling altitude now." the reply from Air Force One's pilot stated.

AIR FORCE ONE - MAIN CABIN

From his office window, Edward Bensen, President of the United States of America, looked out to the lead Ghost Eagle fighter, as he shot the pilot a salute, to which the pilot nodded, saluting back in reply, as his plane took position alongside Air Force One, maintaining perfect formation.

COCKPIT

The pilot and co-pilot worked the controls, as they prepared to climb back up to a stable cruising altitude. Suddenly, the pilot grew a look of confused frustration, as he looked at one of the gauges...

"Hmmm... I'm not reading an altitude increase." he said.

"Increasing thrust... trying to level off..." the co-pilot replied, just as both pilot's sticks began to tense up, and jostle violently, as if resisting due to some violent turbulence.

"What the...?" the pilot began, just as a series of alarms began to sound in the cockpit. "I can't level our descent! I have some steering, but we can't climb!" he said, starting to panic.

The co-pilot began to fuss with any controls he could, to no avail. Finally, he looked to the pilot, his eyes wide.

"Sir...we're locked out of the on-board computers... AutoNav is frozen on a descent course... my access override won't work!" he said, scared, as the pilot quickly got on the radio, facing the Ghost Eagle outside the cockpit windows.

"Uh, Ghost Eagles, we've got a problem here... some kind of computer virus or malfunction... we're completely locked out, and AutoNav is frozen on a descent course... we can't pull up, and we have no engine control... speed is increasing." he stated.

GHOST EAGLE THREE COCKPIT

From the canopy window, the pilot looked on as a sudden blast of blue light exploded from Air Force One's mighty hypersonic engines, followed by a deafening sonic boom... the President's plane had now broken Mach 5, and had gone hypersonic.



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Wow...they'd better be careful. Things seemed to go OK with the astronauts, but messing with the President that way could easily look like an attack whether they meant it to or not!
 
AIR FORCE ONE - SOMEWHERE OVER THE MIDDLE EAST



MAIN CABIN

The President was jolted back into his seat, as the plane passed the Mach 5 barrier, as he looked outside his window, to see the clouds outside rising above the level of the wing rapidly, as the horizon was now at a -45 degree angle... the plane was descending, and doing so fast.

AIR FORCE ONE & GHOST EAGLE ESCORTS

Outside, the four Ghost Eagels had their engines up to full thrust, keeping pace with Air Force One, as they sped past as streaks of gray.

GHOST EAGLE THREE COCKPIT

Suddenly, an alarm began to sound in the cockpit, and the pilot's eyes grew wide, as he regarded the data, before reporting the new data over the radio.

"Oh, God... Big Bird, all planes, be advised... we are now in Iranian airspace... repeat... we have entered Iranian airspace." he stated.

AIR FORCE ONE - COCKPIT

As the pilot continued to try and navigate the plane, the co-pilot was frantically checking the plane's computer diagnostics, trying to find out how to free the AutoNav from its frozen state, as the radio calls from the Ghost Eagle fighters filled the cockpit.

"Now one-hundred miles into enemy no-fly zone, over." Ghost Eagle One reported.

"Big Bird, you are now within altitude range of Harbinger missile capacity... copy that... you are in the red, Big Bird." the second fighter relayed, as the pilot responded, just as the situation began to dawn on the co-pilot, and he began to voice his thoughts aloud.

"That's it... it's a hijacking... a computer hijacking..." he began, as the pilot turned to him.

"Say again?" the pilot asked, as the co-pilot turned to face him, his face white with the knowledge of what was happening.

"We're the President's plane... it's a trap." he began. "Somehow, our computer has been hacked, and the plane is being forced into enemy airspace, and is being forced into a rapid descent... they want to start a war, and use us as the aggressors." he offered.

"But we're already in their airspace... why don't they just shoot us down?" the pilot asked, as he suddenly realized the true nature of what was happening. "Oh, hell..." he said, as he spoke to the lead Ghost Eagle. "Ghost Eagles, this is Big Bird... we think our computers have been electronically hijacked, and Air Force One is being used as a bomb... you cannot allow this plane anywhere near the surface... that will be all the reason they need to start a war... they're using this plane as a weapon of terror." he stated, looking to his co-pilot.

GHOST EAGLE THREE COCKPIT

From the canopy window, the pilot watched as Air Force One continued on its forced flight path, just as he regarded a set of four new blips on his RADAR display.

"Looks like they want to make sure you stay on course... now picking up four enemy fighters, coming up fast... all Ghost Eagles, break off, and form a defensive perimeter around Big Bird. All weapons hot." he ordered, as he now looked back out the window, and gasped, his eyes growing wide, at what he saw... the last thing he ever expected to see...

Two large flying saucers, each about a hundred feet away from each of Air Force One's wings, and keeping absolutely perfect formation with the President's plane.



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Oooh...now there's confusion over who's doing the hacking. If the Orvani are doing this, it's quite suspect or else they'd better have a DAMN good plan. If it's the Iranians, well, let's hope the Orvani understand enough to be willing to save the day!
 
GHOST EAGLE THREE COCKPIT

The pilot's eyes were each the size of the Moon, as he gazed upon the two saucers before him, holding position alongside Air Force One, as he finally worked up the nerve to get back on the radio.

"Oh my God! Do you see those!" he called.

"Roger that... there's two more behind you." one of the other pilot's replied.

"What the hell are they? This can't be real!" yet another pilot called.

Suddenly, another alarm broke their focus from the saucers, as the second pilot relayed some data.

"Our friends are here... we've got four Iranian MiG 37's, coming up fast... locking on..." the pilot stated.



AIR FORCE ONE - MAIN CABIN

From the window beside him, President Bensen looked at the saucer to the plane's left with utter disbelief, as suddenly, he noticed that he could now clearly make out the forms of people, cars, and buildings on the ground...



AZADI TOWER - TEHRAN, IRAN

The bustle of the crowds on the street was broken, as many men and women began screaming, and pointing in the air, as the masses turned just in time to see a big white and blue Sonic Cruiser screaming right for the large Azadi Tower, along with what looked like two large metal saucers.

The people began to run in a mass panic, just as the plane looked as though it would strike the monument. However, just before it could have that chance, there was a sudden streak of light, followed by a powerful gust of wind, as both the saucers and Air Force One seemed to literally vanish from sight, mere inches above the heads of the people on the ground.



GHOST EAGLE SQUADRON

Above the ground the four Ghost Eagles were orienting to engage the enemy fighters, which were coming up fast, and began to open fire, but on the two saucers that were present.

Two of the planes began to perform a roll, but as they did, the very structures of both planes began to come apart, and various metal plates and panels and airplane parts were thrown into the air, as the planes turned, until both planes were literally dismantled in midair, and their pilots fell to the ground below, as the remaining two planes shot forward, undeterred.

These two planes were not playing around with bullets... they both opened fire with every missile they had, sending a ferocious volley of missiles streaking for the twin saucers, as their contrails traced the course.

But suddenly, the contrails stopped, and every single missile seemed to pause in mid-flight, floating dead still in midair. After but a second, each and every missile reoriented itself, and was sent hurtling towards both remaining Iranian planes, striking both, and destroying them instantly.



GHOST EAGLE THREE COCKPIT

With utter disbelief, the pilot watched as the explosion of the last enemy plane dissipated, as he turned to now face the empty sky in front of him, just as within the blink of an eye, Air Force One reappeared, along with the two other saucers, right where it had been, as if nothing had ever happened.

The pilot shook his head, as if he were dreaming, or hallucinating. Suddenly, the two saucers reduced speed, and rolled down to escort his plane, as well as the other two that were with him. He looked to his right, as one saucer rolled into position right beside his plane, and kept perfect pace with it.

For a long second, he did nothing but stare at the crafts, which somehow, had just performed absolutely unbelievable feats. Finally, something inside him compelled him to speak to the craft outside, as if somehow, deep inside his mind, he could understand that it was in some manner asking him a question.

"Yes... I'm okay." he said, nodding to the saucer.

As soon as he said those words, the saucers increased speed just enough to pull ahead of his plane, and take position in front of it, as he watched the twin saucers lead his fighter group along.

As Air Force One, now under its own power and at a calm and comfortable speed led the group through the air, the forward two fighters did a series of hard banks to and fro, and a second later, the closest two saucers mimicked the move, also banking in the same fashion, as if playing a game with the planes.




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OK, so the Orvani just took sides against the Iranians...while, if it's the same regime we see IRL I think they've chosen the right side, I do wonder what the effect of aliens coming in and so conclusively taking sides will be. They clearly have no use for the Prime Directive, so it'll be interesting to see what they DO believe.
 
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Yeah, they really don't have anything like the Prime Directive... at least not as a "set in stone" kind of policy. The introduction with Air Force One is a sequence that I WANT in the story, but it is the hardest to write. But there is a reason the Orvani did what they did, and I want to use this to ease into the exploration of just how the different groups of Orvani think, and what their various agendas are. I think that aspect at least will come across very loud and clear when the Orvani Spokesperson addresses the people of Earth... what the Orvani behind him and on the ships are thinking while he speaks to us.
 
EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE - CALIFORNIA

The four Ghost Eagles flew ahead of Air Force One, as the mighty plane came to a gentle landing, as the two escort saucers matched speed overhead of the President's plane, as the other two saucers came flying by, moving to land near where the Raptors were going to land, as the military brass and men and government representatives looked on, utterly shocked by what they were seeing.

AIR FORCE ONE - EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE

The plane's mighty hypersonic engines powered down with a whine, as the door opened, and the stairs were deployed, allowing President Bensen and his guards to emerge from the plane. With a hurried pace, he walked down the stairs, as he was met by a waiting unit of Marines, who were cautiously holding their rifles in aim at the saucers which were now landed.

"Wait a minute." Bensen said softly, to the lead Marine, as he pushed the man's rifle downward a bit, to stop him from aiming. "I don't know what or who they are... but they just saved my life up there, as well as the lives of the Raptor pilots." he said, as he cautiously took three steps forward, before pausing, looking at the four craft before him.

Now that they were on still ground, and in the full light of the noontime day, he could fully make out the appearance of the crafts... they were all totally featureless, and perfectly oval and smooth. The entire surface of the saucers was a bright brushed aluminum or brushed stainless steel color, which gleamed brilliantly in the noon sun. There were absolutely no exterior lights of any kind that he could see, nor were there any windows. Only the four thin landing legs extended from each saucer, breaking the otherwise featureless and smooth look of the saucers.

The President and everyone else gathered looked for many silent moments at the gleaming metallic saucers, as they sat motionless. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the outline of a gangway ramp began to form on the lower half of the lead saucer, and the plank lowered onto the surface of the Earth for the first time.

"Do not raise your weapons." the President instructed, while still looking to the entrance to the saucer.

After a long second, a pair of thin gray legs could be seen, as the first of the beings began to walk down the plank. As the being emerged into view, its full form became visible... the being was about 4 feet tall, and had a thin body, devoid of hair, and a large head, with large slanted almond-shaped black eyes. As the first being came into contact with Earth's soil, behind it, two others were now also emerging out of the craft.

The lead being walked towards the President, and stopped about a dozen feet away, as it looked at the assembled Marines, and their weapons. It then raised both arms in the air, as an apparent gesture of peaceful intent. It then began to walk, slowly this time, to meet the President.

The President of the United States faced the being, as it arrived in front of him. All eyes were on the President now, and he looked behind the being in front of him, to the other two, which were standing back, near the saucer, watching. Finally, he looked back at the being, and slowly, drew his hand out, for the being to shake.

The being regarded his hand, and after a second, extended its own hand, shaking that of the President. President Bensen noticed now, that the being had only three fingers. Everyone present was dead silent, as the exchange took place. Finally, the President decided to break the silence.

"Thank you... welcome to Earth." he said, softly.

The being blinked rapidly, as it regarded the sound of his voice, and looked puzzled. Finally, the being pointed to Air Force One, and then to the President, and finally himself, and then repeated the sequence of gestures.

"I think it wants to meet with me on the plane." Bensen said.

"Inadvisable, Sir." one of the Secret Service men stated.

Bensen stared into the face of the new visitor, and finally began to understand.

"I'm not feeling anything other than good intentions from it... I don't know how... I just know it won't hurt us." he said, as he began to walk towards the plane, the being following him.

PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE

The President entered the room, followed by the being, as the being now stood to face the President. The being made a gesture towards its mouth, and then a gesture indicating confusion, as it began to pace around the room, as the President and Secret Service men looked on.

"It's confused." the President offered.

"I don't think it knows our language." one of the Secret Service men replied.

After a second, the President snapped his fingers, which drew the attention of the pacing being, which looked to him, as he walked over to a laptop on the desk, and indicated for the being to use it.

The being went to the laptop, and looked at it, and ran its hands over the keyboard, but then looked up at the President, with lost eyes.

"Damn... that's right..." Bensen began. "How can it know what keys to press, if it doesn't know the language?" he lamented, aloud.

As the President moved to the other side of the desk, the being looked right into his eyes, and suddenly, the President felt a strong wave of dizziness and nausea wash over him, and he slumped into the arms of his Secret Service men, who looked to the being, and then back at the President, who was becoming lost in a sort of trance-like state, as his eyes began to roll back into his head, as he finally closed his eyes, and his mouth began to move.

Finally, the President began to speak again, but when he did, he began to revert back to his childhood... he began to recite the ABC song, that he had been taught in kindergarten. The aides looked to the being, as it stared into the President's eyes, establishing a deep hold on the President's mind. Finally, the ABC song completed, and the hold was released, as the President closed his eyes, and again slumped into the arms of the aides, as the being again went to the laptop, and began calling up the information on the English language.

"Mister President... are you okay?" the aides asked, as the President now stood straight again, looking to the being.

"Yes... I'm fine... it's okay... it wasn't doing anything bad... it was learning the shapes and sounds of our language." he said, as now, the being looked up to him, and walked around the desk, to again meet him.

"You're welcome." it began. "And thank you." it added, as a stunned President regarded it.



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PRESIDENTIAL SUITE - AIR FORCE ONE



President Bensen continued to stare at the alien being before him, utterly bewildered at the reality of what was happening... just mere feet from him was a living, breathing, being from another world... and one that obviously held a vast intelligence.

But he began to notice something else, as he began to come back into the moment of reality... the being had not moved its lips or mouth when it spoke. But it did speak... aloud. It was not the same as when he felt the being probing into his mind, so he did not think what he had heard was a form of telepathic speech. Finally, Bensen again addressed the alien.

"You... you speak English?" he asked.

"We do now." the being began, again, Bensen noticing that the creature was indeed speaking loud and clear... absolutely perfect, flawless English, as a matter of fact, but that no lips or mouth was moving as it spoke. "As soon as I learned the basics of the language you speak from your mind, I used that to learn your languages from your computer." it stated.

"You cannot have learned English that quickly." Bensen returned.

"Quite true... we now know all of your human languages... every single one on the face of this planet, in their fullest forms." the being replied. "But there will be time to explain more about ourselves to you later. Right now, we must discuss a matter of some importance." it stated.

"And that is?" Bensen asked.

"We have been in space for a very long time, searching. Our journey has been long, and difficult, and we require a place to renew ourselves, effect repairs, and regain our focus. We require a place to stay, and your world is the only one in this region of space that can fully support our form of life." the being began. "Through your computer, we now know who you are, Mister President, and we know what happened to your aircraft. We did not save you out of a desire to assume a political side. We wished only to conduct a good deed, to show you that we mean you no harm, and to emphasize our peaceful intent. And now, we will conduct another..." it said, as for a brief second, it appeared to "squint" slightly.

AIR FORCE ONE - EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE

The wall of Marines stood outside the President's plane, rifles still drawn, facing the group of aliens that had since emerged from the saucer. Most were gray in color, like the one with the President, but some were taller, and tan in color, while a few were smaller, and white in color.

Just then, a bright wash of blue light caused a single human male to appear on the tarmac... a bearded Iranian man, who looked to the Marines, who instantly all aimed their rifles at him, as he began to shout something in his own language, as he turned to face the other direction, where he saw the aliens.

The man's eyes grew wide with sheer terror, as he froze in place, too frightened to move, as one of the tan aliens focused on the man's eyes with its own, drilling into the man's mind... piercing into the very depths of his soul, and forcing its way into the recesses of his mind, to grab a series of memories, and bring them back to the surface...

Instantly, the lead Marine began to "see" the memories the man held, just as if the Marine were daydreaming, and seeing images from his own mind's eye. He saw images of his man looking at a computer screen... a screen tapped in to the computer systems of Air Force One. He saw the man reprogramming the course of the plane, and freezing the engine systems and AutoNav system. Then, just as suddenly as the shared visions began, they ended, and the Marine shouted out to the man, who still faced the aliens, frozen with absolute fear.

"You! Put your hands in the air, and lay down on the ground! Do it now!" the Marine shouted.

The man did nothing, as he stood still, facing the tan alien, his body literally shaking with fear, as the tan alien retained its hold on the man's mind. Finally, the tan alien decided to end it, and sent the man one final command, with its own mind...

"Off." the alien commanded.

Instantly, as if literally flipping a switch, the man's eyes closed, and he fell to the ground, dead weight limp, and asleep, as after a second, the Marines began to converge on the man's position, placing him in custody, as the lead Marine looked up to the tan alien who had initiated the shared vision.

The tan alien simply stared right back at him, conveying a total lack of any form of emotion. The Marine tried his best to guess the being's emotion, but the only thing looking back at him were two large black slanted eyes darker than the blackest night, and a mouth that was sporting what could only be described as some sort of alien "Mona Lisa smile"... neither happy, nor sad, nor angry... just "there".

LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA

It was a clear sunny day in the quiet suburban neighborhood, which sported rows of large and beautiful luxury homes. However, there was trouble in paradise... the street was filled with emergency vehicles, and a few news vans. A female news reporter gave her report to the cameraman, as behind her, some County Coroners wheeled a stretcher with a body bag on it into a waiting hearse.

"As we reported earlier, not much more is known at this hour, about the apparent double murders that occurred here earlier this morning, but as you can see behind me, the Coroners have completed their assessment, and are now removing the remains from the home." the reporter stated to the cameraman.

The reporter's face filled the camera lens, as suddenly, the cameraman wore a look of shock, his mouth agape, as he now tilted the camera upwards, to the sky.

"What are you doing? I'm down here!" the reporter called out, as she now also began to look up, her mouth opening with disbelief. "Oh, my God!" she shouted out, attracting the attention of everyone in the neighborhood, who also joined her, and looked upwards.

There, in the sky, casually cruising by in the sky, was a small fleet of oval saucers. The saucers were absolutely devoid of any noise... totally silent, as they flew over the block, and continued on course, as the citizens looked up, pointing, gasping, and remarking on the sight.

OCCUPIED WEST BANK - ISRAEL

The sounds of sporadic gunfire filled the streets, as the ages-old struggle between the Israelis and the Palestinians continued. One Palestinian man on the Jordanian side of the West Bank ran behind a wall for cover, holding onto his shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, as he now placed the weapon on the top of the wall, rising up just enough to look into the sight to take aim. He began to lift the weapon up, taking stock of the scenery through the sight.

As he moved the weapon, he could see the Jordan River, the old city blocks and war-torn homes and streets, and the bright late afternoon sun, as it hung over the region. But he paused, as something appeared strange... out of place...

The sky around the lower half of the Sun was now speckled... dotted, with dozens of tiny spots... against the light of the Sun they were dark, but as they began to emerge from the sunlight, the daylight began to shine and reflect brilliantly off the surface of whatever they were... a bright and brilliant brushed metallic surface.

The look on his face was one of utter astonishment, as he now lowered his weapon, and just concentrated on the sight before him, watching the saucers casually sail by, at a comfortable pace.



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Not sure I'm going to want to read a bunch of real-world politics, especially involving the Middle East...I'll have to see where this goes. The last version seemed more science fiction-y...
 
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Yeah, I agree, and this is pretty much the end of the middle east stuff. The problem was that with the original version, I just was not happy with missiles being used against Air Force One. I felt it was a bit too obvious, and that the countermeasures of 2040 military tech would be able to deal with them. I did some thinking, and figured that a cyber-attack on the plane's electronics was more realistic, given the technological battlefield of today and tomorrow. But I totally see how this seems to take a lot more time that it was intended to take.

One thing you may also notice from the past version that is present so far here, is that it is a TAN Orvani that plays the role of the "punisher of men", when it comes to humans... in the first version, it was a tan Orvani that killed the Vatican saucer bomber by literally scaring him to death, and this tan Orvani here subdued the cyber-terrorist. This is not accidental... there are differences in the "nature" of the gray, tan, and white Orvani.
 
PART II: "RAPTURE"



AIR FORCE ONE - EN ROUTE TO WASHINGTON D.C.

The President's hypersonic airliner sailed through the slowly darkening skies of twilight middle America, as the four alien saucers and the four Ghost Eagle escorts flew beside it, at a leisurely pace, the whine of Air Force One's hypersonic engines much softer now, in the calm of normal flight, as if calling gently to the night to appear.

LEAD ALIEN SAUCER - MEDICAL WARD

The alien Commander that had spoken to the President earlier in the day looked on, as the ship's Doctor pulled a white sheet over the body of another gray alien laying upon a stainless steel table.

"That's the fourth one since we entered this arm of the galaxy." the Commander said to the Doctor, as the Doctor slid the table to the side.

"They're getting younger and younger... we now have no one in the fleet over thirty cycles old." the Doctor reported.

The Commander regarded the Doctor, accepting the grim reality. What bothered the Commander, as well as everyone in his fleet, was not so much the deaths themselves, but the fact that they could not be explained and stopped. For some unknown reason, something was killing off members of their species, at younger and younger ages.

All members of his species were all interlinked mentally, via a vast central computer net on their home planet. Literally everything known, learned, experienced, and felt by a given member of the species was not only loaded into the computer databank and stored, but also shared, to every single member of the species, so that in the very literal sense, absolutely nothing was ever forgotten or lost. Additionally, there was no longer a need to learn basic information over again... new knowledge was simply added via a data update, to what was already known by all.

This technology, which was known to his people as neuronic linkage, was singlehandedly the absolute salvation of his species... with the advent of neuronics, his species was able to jump forward along the evolutionary scale at an unprecedented rate. His people now learned far more, far faster, and so on, and so on. Since no knowledge was ever forgotten, there had been no further need of teachers or schools on their world. They had now become their own teachers, and their own neuronic database was the ultimate school. There was an end to individual titles, such as Doctor, Lawyer, or Farmer... while it was true that individuals of his race took on those roles, per their individual preferences, in theory because of the fact that each individual literally knew everything that the others knew, even a military Commander could act with perfect ability as a Doctor or Builder, should the need arise, for the knowledge of those skills was stored within the individual's mind... to fully utilize it, all that the individual need do, is access the data packet for the desired skill, and a "tutorial" of sorts would move to the forefront of its mind, enabling it to perform those new skills with total perfection.

Yet, for all of the miracles, advances, and gifts of this technology, and the vast accumulated knowledge of his species, they were still at a loss as to identify a cause for the deaths. There was no plague, no medical affliction, that had befallen the dead individuals. And they were certainly not dying of old age.

Both the Commander and Doctor paused, as the Doctor pushed a button on the wall beside him, triggering both individuals to briefly experience a sensation similar to the slight internal shiver one gets when taking a first bite of ice-cream, as the neuronic cache of the dead individual was uploaded into the ship's systems, and through that, into the minds of every individual in the fleet, the influx of fresh memories swarming into the collective knowledge pool of all.

For some reason, the final upload was always slightly uncomfortable. Some felt that during the process, you could actually "feel" the chill of death... the passing consciousness of the deceased individual during the upload. Others felt it was all in the mind of the individual... that their own emotional discomfort at the thought of the final upload caused them to become unnerved.

Finally, the Commander looked back to the Doctor, nodding, as it excused itself out of the medical ward.

As the Commander walked to the control room, his crew was constantly reporting to him in his mind... in one hour, they would arrive at this "Washington D.C." place... surface scans of this planet have confirmed what they had feared... there is no usable water for them here... the global pollution levels within the planet's water table are beyond alarming... sensors show none of the same plants on this world that exist on their own world... and of all the plant life on this planet, only three are consumable by his own people... and so the reports went on... for all the similarities of this world to their own, it was becoming evident just how alien of a planet this was to his own... a world his people called Orvan.

This world was starkly different from Orvan in three ways... the first major difference was that this planet had a moon orbiting it. The second was that this planet had a retrograde rotation... on Orvan, the suns rose in the west, and set in the east... on this alien planet, the sun, and this world only orbited one sun... rose in the east, and set in the west. The third major difference was that this planet had ice... water in its frozen state. This planet had an entire continent covered with ice. Orvan had no forms of ice or frozen water... it was too close to the main star to allow for water to freeze. It had never snowed on Orvan.

The communications forms of this planet were going absolutely wild with the news of his people's arrival here... the people of this alien world were unsure what to make of the sudden arrival of the Orvani. Some were voicing fear and panic. Others were claiming it as the ultimate salvation of the human race. Some thought it a miracle from some form of god. Others feared the Orvani were here to enslave the native population, or conquer it.

The Commander could not help but be amused that the humans could function at all, without the clarity and cohesiveness of mind that neuronics offered... they were a species separated by a conflict of thought... they spoke and felt with only their own individual voices, and chose not to heed the voices of others. Each voice grew louder against the other, in the battle for supremacy. the Commander could not see how the humans could advance, under such a system.

Tomorrow the Commander, along with the President, would address the people of this awkward alien world, and attempt to lay to rest any fears of military conquest or forced enslavement. The Orvani would proclaim their peaceful intentions, and hopefully, be allowed to settle down on this world long enough to search for an answer to the recent deaths that have hit the fleet.



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THE ROSE GARDEN - WHITE HOUSE

A small number of White House technicians and Secret Service agents fussed about the final preparations to the Presidential podium and area where the President and the Orvani delegation would address the people of the planet, as in the distance, White House Marines stood armed watch over an absolutely vast collection of news cameras and reporters from media outlets from all over the Earth, as the anxious reporters and cameramen awaited their first official glimpses of the Orvani... Earth's first visitors from another world.

After a second, one of the agents gave a hand signal to another agent, and the agents and techs moved out of sight, as everything suddenly grew silent, and the masses of reporters grew hushed, as all eyes were directed to the doors leading to the Rose Garden.

Finally, the doors opened, and the first person emerged... the White House Press Secretary. The man walked up to the podium, and stood ramrod straight, as he announced the arrival of the approaching party...

"Ladies and gentlemen... the President of the United States, and the Orvani delegation!" he boomed, stepping aside now, as the form of the President emerged from the doorway, flanked by a handful of small alien beings... the Orvani.

Instantly, a collective gasp of amazement washed over the masses of assembled reporters, as they took in the reality that they were seeing six actual alien beings, right there in front of them.

All of the beings were clearly of the same species... Orvani. But there were differences... there were three "races" represented in the group... two of each. Immediately flanking the President were two "grays", about 5 feet tall. To the sides of the grays were two "whites", who were shorter... about 4 feet tall. Behind the grays and whites, were two "tans", which were the tallest, at an even 5.5 feet tall. The whites has an almost quiet and timid quality to their appearance, as if they were shy, to use a human term, as they calmly and innocently looked ahead at the people of Earth. The grays stood perfectly still, looking around at the humans before them, as if trying to look comfortable amongst us, as if they wanted us to feel at ease. The tans... the tans were different than the other two groups... there was something inherently unsettling about their presence. The tans both looked into the crowd of humans with what could almost be described as an air of superiority, as if they were studying a mass of helpless lab animals. The eyes of the tans seemed to zero in on select humans, and literally pierce right into the souls of their targets, as if to flaunt the superiority of the Orvani mind, while both tans wore faces totally devoid of any human emotion, save for what could only be described as an alien Mona Lisa smile... neither good, nor evil... just simply there.

The American President had completed his introduction, and now indicated for the gray Orvani at his right to step to the podium, as he stepped aside.

"Greetings." the gray began, in absolutely perfect, clear, and articulate English. Even though the Orvani was speaking out loud, and all could hear its voice, its lips were not moving, nor was it using telepathy... it was creating speech through vocal vibrations elsewhere in its body. "Let me begin by saying that there will be a second media address tomorrow, at the place you call the United Nations, where we will meet and address the combined leadership of your planet. This meeting is to provide you with some basic information about us, and why we are here, so that you do not fear us." it stated, looking to the reporters before it. "To begin with, we come from a world we call Orvan... the second planet orbiting the star you call Zeta Reticuli B. We left Orvan approximately two years ago, and have been in space ever since. We have come to your world to "recharge", as you would put it... we have nothing but peaceful intentions, and mean you no harm." it continued.

As the Orvani spokesperson spoke, one of the whites looked out at the humans, thinking how large a species the humans were... from five to six feet tall, and with much more physically robust bodies than the Orvani. The humans were probably fully capable of killing an Orvani with ease, in a physical confrontation. It was not something the white liked to ponder. The white wanted to be away from here, back on the safety of its saucer, surrounded by its own kind, surrounded by the comfort of only Orvani thoughts flowing through its mind. Without realizing it, the white moved behind the gray beside it, as if to attempt to somewhat hide itself from view. Its senses were becoming more aware of every slight thing the humans did... sounds of someone coughing or sniffling, the sound of a paper being rustled, and so on.

The gray to the other side of the President was also contemplating the human audience. The gray was examining the humans with a sense of detached wonder... here before it, was an entire species of beings on a world that was just overflowing with sentient, intelligent life... almost as much life as on Orvan, yet these humans could only communicate with each other! This was indeed, an alien world in the extreme to the gray... these humans had a total lack of harmony or understanding of the planet upon which they lived... the humans fully believed that they were the only intelligent form of life on their world. They had only recently escaped the confines of their own globe, and touched their own moon's surface, yet for some reason, they had not been any farther than that. They were a species enamored with things of power and might... political power, monetary wealth, and military supremacy... weapons of more and more destructive power. The humans were absolutely unaware of the simple truth the Orvani had discovered very early on in their own evolution... that the ultimate power in the entire universe, is not a technology, nor is it a weapon... it is communication... the most basic and simple ability to communicate with every form of life on their world. If these humans could only begin to imagine the utter power that would come with being able to literally talk and converse with every form of life on Earth, imagine how it would alter the very way they exist... it would alter how they attain food, how they plan cities... any number of facets of their lives, and would bring a unity to the life on this planet that had not been known before. Yes, it was such a shame, the gray thought... a world full of people who could not begin to know their own potential.

Also watching the humans were the tans. The tan to the President's right was looking out at the audience, as if looking upon a mass of lower life-forms, like a boat Captain gazing upon a mass of floating plankton in the path of his boat... merely an obstacle to be steamrollered through, totally powerless to even begin to fend off the wall of supreme might that was the boat. The tan's mind was literally playing inside the minds of various random humans, as the tan jumped from human mind to human mind, playing small tricks, like making one human think a fly was buzzing nearby, causing the human to swat at thin air, or making someone think that another human was blowing air on the back of another's neck. The minds of the humans were so very basic to the tan... they seemed almost empty... utterly powerless to anything the tans could do to them. The tan knew that without any effort at all, all it had to do was send one simple word... one simple command, into the mind of any human, and by doing so, could kill it instantly. The humans held great pride in the might of their military weaponry, but the tan knew that nothing on the entire planet Earth could even hope to hurt the Orvani... the humans were totally devoid of power, for the Orvani had the ultimate weapon... the ultimate might... the ability to literally think an enemy to death. The Orvani had long since abandoned a need for physical weapons, and had evolved beyond that level. The humans were nothing... it was the Orvani that were the superior beings... the better species. Why wouldn't the grays just step aside, and allow the tans to assume control of this mission? They were here now... they could take this entire planet from the humans, and nothing could stop it. If the humans made an attempt, they would certainly be crushed as the insects they were.

The gray Orvani spokesperson continued his address to the crowd, as the people of Earth listened intently...

"And, to answer your question, ma'am, yes, our ships can travel faster than light... our saucers can make the trip from Orvan to Earth in two of your weeks, and our motherships can travel from Earth to your nearest galaxy in two of your days. This is achieved by a chronospatial propulsion system, which allows our ships to travel through not only physical space, but time as well as other dimensions." it stated, as the humans gasped their awe at what the Orvani's tech could do.

As the gray spokesperson continued speaking, the white Orvani to its right began to very subtly waver from side to side, as a second later, the crowd of humans gasped, as the white grabbed onto the shoulder of the gray beside it, as it collapsed to the ground, fainting, as a few humans in the crowd cried out.

As the President and the gray spokesperson looked on at the collapsed white, the other Orvani rushed to help it, but one of the tans knew it was too late, and looked to the spokesperson...

"He's dead." it stated, aloud, as the reporters all gasped, while a few began crying, as the President and spokesperson just looked at the dead Orvani before them, in shock.



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Uh-oh...political infighting among the Orvani (who THINK they're so harmonious) and now a dead one right on TV...not good!
 
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