by S. E. Meyer
Lucas paused and took another drink of water “I’m sorry we could not be of more help to you all, but that is all we know.” He walked back to the platform where Hosea was seated and sat down in the chair next to him. There was an immediate commotion as the large group began chattering among themselves. The U.N. Secretary General raised his hand and asked for silence.
“So then, where does that leave us? Do we know the Annunaki’s intentions? Are they friendly or hostile?”
“I’m afraid we don’t know sir,” Lucas replied.
The Secretary General held a serious expression as he slowly looked around the room.“Well, we all must decide. Do we roll out the welcome mat and prepare to shake hands with friends, or do we roll out our nations armies and prepare for war against enemies?”
“I’m afraid the only ones who can answer that question for you sir would be the Annunaki themselves,” answered Lucas.
“Then why don’t you ask one of them!” came a thunderous voice from the entrance to the large room as the massive double doors suddenly flew open. Braedon casually walked in, followed by Traedon. Behind them, fifty armed Annunaki soldiers entered the room and quickly fanned out to form a perimeter. Braedon made his way to the center of the room. All eyes were glued to his large frame. His poise and commanding look demanded everyone’s attention. The Secretary General held a large gavel and began pounding it on his podium as the crowd erupted in whispers and murmurings.
“How did you get in here? These are closed proceedings!” He continued to pound the large hammer as he glanced around the room. “Silence! I demand silence!” The mumbling died off and the Secretary General stood up staring at Braedon. “What is going on here?”
Braedon held his hands up in a friendly posture and slowly spun around so he could exchange glances with all of the leaders in the room. “We are friends! I am here to answer that last question that you just asked. But first we must clear the room. Everyone will leave except for the twenty-eight leaders and the Secretary General.”
“The leaders will need their translators in order to hear what you might have to say.” The U.N. Secretary General discreetly pushed a panic button under the podium. It was to alert security in the next room of an attack, or an assassination attempt on the dignitaries.
“That will do no good Mr. Secretary. Did you think we just strolled in here without first containing this entire outpost? Don’t worry, no lives have been lost. We were able to peacefully disarm the guards and your military personnel. Now clear the room.”
The Secretary General held a worried expression. “The fact remains, if you will be addressing this assembly, the leaders will need their translators.” He was trying to buy some time to think of what could be done to take back control of the room and arrest the intruders.
“Translators will not be necessary as I am sure everyone here can attest to. You see, I am speaking in the Ancient tongue. It’s a language that everyone hears differently, in their own native speech.”
The Secretary General glanced around the room at everyone. “Can you all understand what this man is saying?”
The interpreters began chattering again and everyone nodded. The french Prime Minister suddenly spoke up.
“I was wondering what was going on. I did not think that you all could parl Fracais, oui?” He asked in broken English.
“I vas haben dat same thought, dat you all vill speak German yetz? asked the german Chancellor.
“How is this possible?” The Secretary General asked Braedon.
“It is not important.” Braedon gestured to Traedon and the guards began to pull the translators and aides from their seats, lining them up single file around the perimeter of the room. Once they were all standing, they were escorted out in single file. As Lucas watched them leave he noticed John and Jenny standing up against the wall just inside the doorway.
“What’s the matter?” Hosea asked, noticing the look of shock across Lucas’s face.
“Look who’s here,” he answered nodding towards the room’s entrance. He waved and John and Jenny gestured back in his direction smiling. “How the hell did they get here?” Lucas asked.
Braedon continued. “What is important is that everyone can understand me perfectly, and will need to listen closely to everything I have to say.” The translators and administrative staff were finally out of the room. Five armed guards stayed behind and Traedon shut the doors with a slam that echoed through the room. There was a long silence as the twenty-eight men and women of the most powerful nations on Earth looked around the almost empty room. They nervously glanced at Traedon, then to John and Jenny, who seemed out of place standing against the wall near the door. They then looked back at Braedon then to Lucas.
Braedon finally spoke. “War” Was all he said, staring at the U.N. Secretary General. He then nonchalantly looked down at his hand with a smug look and casually rubbed two fingers together as though he was bored.
“I beg your pardon?” the Secretary General asked.
“War. It is the answer to the question you asked a few moments ago.” Braedon continued speaking in a very slow and clear cadence. “Roll out your armies and put away the welcome mat. Prepare for battle, for we are on the brink of a major conflict. A war is coming of such magnitude that has never been seen in either of our histories. An epic fight of two worlds, two species.” Braedon slowly spun in place again so he could speak directly to the circle of assembled leaders. “The ruler of the planet that is speeding towards us has only one intention. He has been planning and plotting this event for more than seven thousand years. He has three goals. He will kidnap as many of your race as he can, bringing them back to his planet to work as slaves and other unimaginable purposes. Next, he will strip your Earth of every last spec of gold he can find. Finally, he will exterminate all life that remains.”
There was a long pause before the Secretary General spoke. “And how do you know this?”
“Because I once lived among them on that planet they call home. I have intimate knowledge of their plans, because you see, the ruler of Eridu…” Braedon paused again looking around the room to make sure everyone was paying close attention. “The ruler of that planet is my father.”
There were gasps from the group and the U.N. Secretary General lifted his hand for silence. “How do we know you are who you say you are?” he asked.
“Is it not enough that I was able to overtake your large security forces, your military, and walk into your secret meeting, in this secret location, with ease? That I am right now speaking to you in several different languages simultaneously?”
“With enough men supporting your efforts your intrusion could be explained. Your linguist skills could be some trick of technology as of yet unheard of. I also would question your loyalties. Maybe you are who you say you are, but if that is the case, then why would you help us to wage war on your own father. If what you are telling us is true, then how do we know that he didn’t send you here to infiltrate our secret meetings in order to make his job easier?”
“Because the ties with my father were severed a very long time ago. You see he left me marooned on this planet, along with several others over seven thousand years ago.”
The Chancellor of Germany spoke up again in his broken English. “Vell, den dat brings da qvestion, vat terrible deed did you and all des udder people do to be punished in such a vay from your own fader ya?”
Traedon flew across the room in an instant and had his hands around the German man’s neck. He lifted him from his seat and held him high enough so his feet did not touch the ground. “What terrible thing did we do you ask? Traedon was shaking the man as he spoke. “We saved you! And to what end? We lost everything because of you, everything!”
“Traedon! Enough! Calm yourself!” shouted Braedon and then paused. “Please excuse my brother, he can be aggressive at times, and has a bit of a temper.” Traedon released the man and he fell to the floor, gasping for air.
“But what my brother says is tr
ue. If it were left up to my father, your species would have perished in the flood. We knew Nibiru’s path and the effects it would have on this planet. My Father saw the coming flood as a blessing. He thought you should have been hunted to extinction long ago. My father vowed to remove that thorn from his side. He viewed the coming flood as an opportunity to finish the uncompleted task of extinguishing the Human race. There would be no blood on his hands. The more liberal Annunaki families that once stood alongside the opposition in the decision to save your kind could place no blame. The courts agreed that you would not be warned of the impending doom and this planet would be washed clean of our mistakes. However, there were many of us who did not agree with this line of thinking. We felt your race was an example of the greatness and accomplishments of ours. We felt leaving you to perish would be as bad as murdering you ourselves. I went against my father’s wishes and I warned the Human race of what was coming. I met with several of your ancestors and laid out plans on how to build large wooden vessels in order to save as many humans we could. Many of my people joined me, including my brother. We further broadened the plan to include saving as many animal and plant species as we could as well.
Most of your people did not heed the warnings and perished. However, in the end, the plan was successful in saving the human race. My father was furious and could not be reasoned with. We were branded as rebels, enemies of the King. We were hunted down like animals and many of us were slaughtered. Once we surrendered, many of our group’s members were put to death for treason, including my wife. Traedon’s wife was sentenced to a life of slavery in my fathers mines, along with many others. So forgive us if we may seem hardened and even resentful. Traedon’s reaction to your German leaders’ question may even seem cruel. But you see, we lost everything in order to save your race, and we received nothing but pain in return for our selfless act. We lost our families, our wives, husbands and children. We even lost our home and we were left here to rot, to live as outcasts.”
The Secretary General waited to make sure Braedon was finished. “So what do you want?”
“We only want to help. We are in a position to save you, again,” explained Braedon.
“Another selfless act? What is in it for you?” asked the Secretary General.
Braedon sighed and had a look of frustration as though he was trying to teach a child. “We are in a situation here to help each other. Did you not hear me say that my father will exterminate all remaining life on this planet? That also includes my people and I. Although our living conditions are not ideal, we have become accustomed to them and have even grown to love the home we have built here underground. Our numbers are few and we would not have a chance standing alone against the coming invasion and ensuing battle. Your numbers are great and you have powerful military weapons. I have first-hand intricate knowledge of my fathers weaknesses. With my weapons and superior technology combined with your numbers and military power we will be able to defend ourselves. We can also provide you all with protection deep underground. Only by working together can we all be saved.”
“We have been preparing. We have built underground facilities that will house and save millions,” the Secretary General explained.
Braedon laughed as he walked along the tables in front of the twenty-eight leaders. “Yes, save millions you say. We also have been preparing and for much longer than you. We have protected areas set up that will save billions. Entire cities, sitting underground, empty, waiting for this moment, with enough food and water rations to wait out the coming disasters. They have been constructed in strategic geographic locations for maximum protection. I am offering you the chance to save everyone, not just a fraction of the human race. When it’s all over we will help you re-build. Then we will go back to our hole and leave you to live in peace and only ask the same in return.”
The U.N. Secretary General looked around the room. Everyone seemed satisfied with Braedon’s explanation, and his offer. “Mr. Secretary General, world leaders and friends. Without my help you do not have a chance against my Father. You will all most assuredly die, and we will all die with you.”
Somehow everyone knew Braedon was right. The smooth confident cadence of his convincing words were clear. They could feel it in the pit of their stomachs. The U.N. Secretary General asked for an immediate vote from the Assembly, and the Security Council, on whether to form an alliance with Braedon and his followers. When the vote came back unanimously in favor, the Secretary General addressed Braedon.
“Well Sir, it would seem we are in agreement. However, it will be under the assumption that what you say is true, and that you can in fact deliver on your promises. At the first sign of deception our agreement will be void. So assuming we have an understanding how do we prepare for what’s to come. What would you have us do?”
Braedon snapped his fingers and two guards walked up to the table next to him with briefcases and set them on the table. They opened them and removed several large stacks of paper. The other three guards came behind them and also set briefcases on the table. When they were done emptying the large cases, the table was full of towering piles of manuscripts. The guards then began to walk around the circle of world leaders and place a stack of paper in front of each of them. Braedon waited until they were done before speaking.
“The papers in front of you are Bills and Executive Orders. They are all written in your own languages and formatted according to your country’s laws, congress or parliaments. You will not enact them until you are asked to do so. For now you will take them back with you and keep them safely hidden. I will explain to you what is in their contents and how it will help us win the coming war. There may be some things that you do not like, or may disagree with, but allow me to completely finish my explanations and I assure you it will all make sense in the end.” Braedon pulled a device from his pocket and held it up for everyone to see. “The first order of business is protection,” he said as he walked around the room and showed everyone what he was holding. It was a small circular metallic disc, about two inches in diameter and very thin. “Within weeks, maybe days, my father’s ships will be within range of this planet. The first thing he will do is abduct as many of your people as he can. Millions will disappear almost overnight, without explanation. They will use what are known as escape pods. These pods are directly sent from low orbit ships via a high intensity beam and are retrieved in the same manner.” Braedon held the small device in his hand high above his head. “This device, ladies and gentleman, will block the signal of the pod’s beam, and protect anyone who wears it. It will need to be inserted in the back of the neck, directly under the skin. When millions begin to disappear around the world, there will be panic. Everyone will spend money on food, water, and guns and nothing else. This will put the already faltering world economy into a free fall. Commerce will be at a standstill and this will cause a domino effect. No money will be changing hands, which is the lifeblood of the world economy. There will be a run on the banks, forcing the world’s financial and banking system to fail with your stock and commodity exchanges to follow.” Braedon handed the shiny disk to the person nearest him; it was the German Chancellor who had once again taken his seat, but was still flushed in the face and a dark bruise was beginning to form around his neck. Braedon gestured for him to inspect it and then pass it around so everyone would have a chance to hold the device and get a good look at it. “This device in the back of the neck will serve a dual purpose. It will communicate with another very small RFID chip that will be placed in the palm of the hand. This smaller chip will be used to electronically hold your citizen’s money. It will replace the failed banks and be used for all commerce, exchange of currency as well as identification.” Braedon paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.
“The next challenge will be to evacuate billions of people from around the world and get them safely to our underground safe zones. To make this process easier we have built thousands of access shafts around the globe. Which brings us to our fi
nal bit of major legislation. In order to expedite the evacuation, and begin preparations for battle, the world’s military forces will need to be combined into one unit. The U.N. Security Council will enact a change of sovereignty. All of you will relinquish your country’s sovereignty and pass it on to the United Nations. Mr. Secretary General, once you have gained world sovereignty, your first order of business will be to combine the world’s military. It will need to be centralized under one U.N. command center, which will be overseen by my brother Traedon. You will retain control of the new World Military. Traedon will only be there to ensure a smooth transition. This will be necessary in order to effectively prepare for war with my father, as well as run a successful battle campaign against him. We will need to meet regularly. Communication will be paramount to our success. Now, I am sure you all have many questions. So what are your concerns?”
Several hands went up. The group had started shaking their heads in disagreement before Braedon even finished speaking. The French Prime Minister spoke first.“What you are saying is an impossibility.”
“Yes.” The German Chancellor agreed.
The President of the United States spoke next.“I see how your plan, in a perfect world, would be ideal. I’m not sure about everyone else, but there are many concerns here. One is how can we have a one world military power when there are only twenty-eight countries represented here today? What of the remaining one hundred and sixty-eight other countries that do not have the information we have?”
Braedon had an immediate response. “When the twenty-eight largest and most powerful nations, along with the U.N. Security Council, follow this plan, everyone else will follow, especially once the situation is explained to them.”
The U.S. President continued with more questions. “Also, there is no way I will be able to push these kinds of bills through congress and the senate. We will not be able to force our citizens into agreeing to do all of these things. They won’t go along with being tagged like animals. There’s privacy issues here and I have a constitution to follow.”
