“Just a few things I think might be of interest to the Atlantians.”
Henrik, no longer a shy Flight Controller, while tossing a duffle bag in the holding area said,
“It’s more than a few things. This thing is heavy.”
She smiled and said,
“That’s why I picked a handsome strong man for the job.”
While heaving it in, it did little to pacify a struggling Henrik. Santo took the comment as a slight on his age. Why wasn’t he picked for the heavy work?
There was nothing else on the floor, everything stowed, and so she remotely closed the canopy. Handing the remote to Henrik she asked,
“Are all the remote commands in place?”
After a double check of his control board he nodded and said,
“Yes, it is ready to go whenever you are.”
“Good, I’m ready. Send it off.”
With just the press of a computer command, the D-wing remotely lifted, zipped out of the hanger and out of sight.
While walking out of the hangar side by side, Santo said,
“Why are you sending it to Copenhagen without us?”
“Lars needs a few hours to attach aerials and such. It should be ready when we arrive first thing tomorrow morning.”
Accepting the logic, he asked,
“That seemed like a lot of equipment just to talk to a few aliens.”
She seemed pleased to say,
“I recently learned from somebody that when going on a mission, it is best to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.”
Suddenly glowing with pride he announced,
“Hey, you learned that from me, right?”
She purposefully bump shoulders with him and said,
“I know. I just didn’t want you to know that some of your military intelligence was rubbing off on me.”
She took his hand and added,
“Let’s go see what Belle has to say about her day.”
Chapter 62
Early the next morning Maria got up in time to have breakfast with Belle. However, sometimes Maria wondered why she even bothered. Belle was not a happy child in the morning, grouchy and always complaining about either breakfast or school. She often thought the only reason her mom got up with her was to make sure she actually went to school. While Maria gulped coffee, Belle turned the Eggs Benedetti over and frowned at the gooey mess underneath.
At the door of the manor both moms, Maria and Helga stood and waved good-bye to the children. There was the usual eager step from Robert and the usual toe drag from Belle. Maria yelled,
“Have a great day in school okay.”
Thankfully she could not hear the snippy reply,
“Yeah, whatever.”
Wondering how it was that Robert could be so cheery in the morning, she turned to Helga and said,
“Do you drug him in the morning?”
Helga laughed and said,
“No, it’s just a pleasant reward of having a child I guess.”
As they turned back inside, Maria said,
“Really? I’m pretty sure I’m being punished for it.”
In the bedroom, getting ready for the trip to Copenhagen, she turned just in time to see Santo slipping his beloved and to her, hated AK pistol into his side holster. She said,
“Leave that here. You don’t need it.”
“I don’t care, I want it. Or, should I remind you what a brilliant soldier once said about not having it and needing it.”
While doing up the buttons on her blouse she said,
“So, it finally came back to bite me in the ass did it?”
“Better it than me huh?”
Although in full stealth and radar avoidance, the approach to the Danish laboratory was under the ocean. Through a secret tunnel controlled by access codes they popped out of a specially designed holding tank and onto the floor of a massive laboratory. With skillful hands on the control, Santo maneuvered close to the D-wing that Lars had prepared with the special aerials. Santo looked at the refitted D-wing and frowned. With the attached aerials, it looked more like a pin cushion loaded with needles than an advanced technology. Needing assurance, he looked to Maria and asked,
“Are you sure about this?”
While transferring the duffel bag and the other cases over to it, Lars approached and she said to him,
“I trust it is ready?”
With a smile indicating pride, the answer was,
“Yes, as you commanded.”
He seemed proud to add,
“I took it for a test run myself. However, I wish to repeat, do not enter the stratosphere, or exceed 3,000 miles an hour or the aerials will tear away.”
Chapter 63
Compared to flights taken around the world in the D-wing, to the Amazon Jungle in just an hour for example, or the Vatican in the matter of minutes, this slow crawl over Siberia was tedious to say the least. After a nap and finally at the edge of the Siberian Triangle, Santo stopped just inches from the dome. He looked to her and asked,
“You understand that if this doesn’t work, we will be trapped in there.”
She turned the frequency shield on and said,
“A man died getting this entry frequency to us. I think that we should trust and honour that sacrifice. But just in case, only stick the nose into the shield just to see what happens.”
Thinking it an ineffective test, he nevertheless took the attitude that at least it was better than no test at all. As hesitant as an inquisitive boy sticking his finger into a light socket testing for current, Santo inched the D-wing’s nose into the shield. When there was no jolt bolting the boy backwards and onboard instruments showed no disruption to the delicate gravity computers, although hesitantly, they fully entered the shield. About half way through and still hoping for the best, it was clear that the disruption frequency worked just fine.
After a few minutes the gauges showed that they had cleared the dome and hovering just above the same forest Helga and Pia had entered. They stayed there and reconnoitred the village in the distance and the small mountain on the other side. Santo was the first to speak.
“It looks pretty much like a normal farming community doesn’t it?”
She was not as accepting and countered,
“Sure, if you have seen lots of other villages occupied by aliens.”
She then pointed to the mound across the village and said,
“According to Helga, that’s where the cave is.”
Rather than taking a direct route over the village, Santo carefully skirted the edge and flew over farmland and livestock. Approaching the cave entrance he easily maneuvered through the massive gap and deep into the cave. It was just as Helga had described. The first thing they saw appeared to be a classroom with seats and a teacher’s desk. As he turned the D-wing scanning the rest of the cave the second thing they saw was a tall alien with a cone shaped head standing there looking right at them. After the initial shock, Maria managed to whisper,
“We are cloaked aren’t we?”
He nodded.
Now face to face, or rather face to D-wing and about ten feet apart, the staring contest began. They were held captive by large dark eyes refusing to blink. After an awkward moment, the alien nodded and slightly bowed. While hovering a few feet off the cave floor, Santo reciprocated by dipping the nose of the D-wing reminiscent of a bow. She was surprised at the next thing the alien did. He showed his palm and raised it up in the manner of asking a child to stand. Although Maria was confused, Santo understood the intent and floated the D-wing upward. She didn’t understand the communication, didn’t like it and said,
“It’s like we are a trained dog responding to a command. Why would you copy his signals?”
He showed his military experience by explaining,
“He is asking if we are friend or foe. An enemy would have started shooting by now whereas a friend, to show passiveness would submit to the hand signal request.”
Af
ter settling down and accepting the strange communication, she accessed the translator program compiled from the children’s picture book and spoke into it,
“We are friends and have come to speak with you.”
Looking confused, as if not understanding the babbling, there was an awkward pause. He tilted his head and then finally responded in Russian.
“I speak many languages. Please do not insult me further by massacring my native tongue.”
Although not fluent, Marie understood a little Russian and replied,
“Portuguese is our native tongue but English is the official language of the House of the Nazarene.”
The alien then replied,
“Then let us communicate in English.”
What he asked next seemed out of place but considering the circumstances, did not surprise Maria or Santo. He asked,
“Are you human?”
Santo replied,
“Yes, this is our planet.”
To which the alien replied,
“Yes, I understand that is now the case. If you are human and as you say have come with peaceful intent, please exit the craft and talk to me face to face.”
When Santo reached for the canopy control, Maria quickly held out her hand and stopped him. She spoke into the speaker,
“We have Hazmat and anti-virus containment suits to put on first.”
Both were surprised by his response,
“That will not be necessary. All of us are immunized against Earthly viruses.”
When the canopy opened and they stepped out to face the alien, Santo’s sharp eyes caught movement at a tunnel off to his right. Reaching behind his back but not gripping his pistol yet, he slowly turned in that direction. The tunnel entrance was no bigger than a door and crowed with other aliens all trying to get a look at the Earthlings. If not for such a tense moment it would have been comical to see them jostle for a better view of the earthlings. He whispered to her,
“I don’t like this.”
Hearing his comment, the alien looked to the door and saw the reason for Santo’s concern. With a wave of his hand they eventually albeit reluctantly disappeared. The alien then said,
“Be not concerned. They are merely curious.”
When looking back to the alien, Santo was surprised to hear,
“Feel free to keep your weapon but you will not need it here.”
Then pointing to the classroom and all the desks, he added,
“You say you have come to talk. Come, lets us sit.”
Santo thought he would have to squeeze into the school desk but when approaching was surprised to discover they were large and obviously designed for an adult. Maria on the other hand remembered being told that the adult humans of the village sat here and listened to possibly this very alien. She easily slid into a desk next to Santo.
Sitting in the front row and watching the alien walk over to the teacher’s desk they heard him say,
“You are human and yet you come to us in a gravity deprivation powered craft far beyond current human technology. Combine that with the aerials attached to the haul and you clearly knew how to penetrate our oscillating harmonic shield designed to scramble all computer and electrical functions.”
As he sat at his desk facing them, he added,
“That also is beyond human technology.”
While staring at them it was hard to read his blank facial expressions but Maria caught on to the suspicious look. He asked,
“Did General Boris Petrov betray our trust in him and give you the entry frequency?”
Although the question was directed at Maria, Santo replied,
“No, not the Russian Federal Security Service. However, there are some in that organization deeply concerned about the deadly weapons you promised for their service to you.”
Not pleased that the conversation was going in a military direction which usually leads to confrontation, Maria interjected,
“Before we offer to help you, we would like to better understand your intention of that offering.”
Santo sternly added,
“Why would you offer any nation such a military advantage in an already volatile world?”
The only physical response from what could easily have been a statue sitting there staring at them with large coal black eyes was a slight nod. He said,
“Yes, of course I understand your concern. At the time it greatly concerned many of us as well. When the humans entered the era of flight, we needed the help of the Russian Military to keep this location secret. We simply offered what most appealed to them at that time, military world dominance. It was early in their era of flight but clearly we underestimated their determination and evolution of flight. Their ability to reach the moon happened sooner than we thought possible. However, if you have concerns do not. We would never deliberately assist in the human’s great propensity for war.”
Santo countered,
“But they already know there is such an armory on the moon and are directing all their sciences to retrieve it.”
“Like I said, perhaps we were in error.”
Maria desperately wanted the talk of armaments ended and so interjected,
“We are the House of the Nazarene. We will do what is necessary to prevent them from getting those weapons.”
He nodded his approval.
With contentious matters hopefully put aside, Maria started to ask questions that interested her.
“We have come to believe that you are the remnants of what was once Atlantis. Are you what is left of the once great Atlantians?”
He slowly nodded and for the first time Maria sensed sadness in his voice.
“Ah yes, we are all that is left of the glory that once was. We were the original settlers to this planet, the first alien tribe to arrive and we became the administrators of this new world. We assigned specific land to others who arrived and for whatever reason requested sanctuary.”
Santo quickly asked,
“What happened? How did such a glorious people end up hiding in a cave?”
It was a sad reply.
“War. When a war started between the Rama tribe and the Anunnaki, it quickly escalated to other lands to become the Great Earth War. When the devastation had cleared, what little was left of various alien tribes packed it up and left this devastated Planet to the Earthlings.”
Maria interjected,
“But not you and some others.”
“True, many were too decimated to leave and over the generations they eventually became what you are today, the humans of this Planet.”
With her experiments in alien DNA and discoveries of alien markers in human DNA, it was as she had suspected. Some humans are descendants of aliens once living on this planet. What he said next confirmed it.
“Some of the lost tribes have assimilated and become you.”
She looked to the black eyes and asked,
“Why did you stay to become the sad state that you are?”
Although slight, a tinge of a grin flashed across thin lips. He replied,
“We came to this planet because our own was dying and could no longer sustain life.”
She remembered seeing the ‘dust bowl’ of their world and understood what he said to be true. He continued,
“After the Great Earth War and decimation of many prosperous tribes, it became clear that aliens could no longer rule the planet that it would eventually be taken over by humans. We too, the once powerful Atlantians had our glorious island destroyed by most powerful weapons. It was time for our few survivors to leave the destroyed island and seek shelter throughout the human cultures.”
Maria again interjected,
“Like the Egyptian culture, right?”
He nodded and continued,
“Mostly yes but many went to other humans as well. We became so dispersed that over the generations many of you humans now have traces of our DNA in them. If you can see angels and ghosts or hear our thoughts, or even live with the thought that you
are different, that means you were once us. True that we dispersed throughout your planet and varying human cultures but there were also many of us who banded together determined not to dilute our God given DNA or even see it eventually absorbed entirely into the human code.
Maria was not sure why he stood and paced back and forth in front of them. Perhaps it was their trait to pace. While doing so, he kept talking.
“We understood that it would not serve our purpose to stay on this planet and so with what little technology was left to us after the war, we made plans to return to our dead world. With that purpose in mind, our intention was to return to a dead planet with seeds and the DNA of all living things from this planet to revitalize ours. All the essence of trees and flowers as well as wheat and barley were collected. Everything, bugs, birds and all things that breathed air were now recorded and preserved in crystals. Our Black Knight became your Noah’s Ark, two by two of all living things.”
Maria squeaked out a smile and slightly nodded. She knew it. The Black Knight satellite was a depository of all known DNA on this planet. What she didn’t know was why it had been orbiting up there since the time of the Great Earth War. Although she had always suspected that the stockpile of DNA up in the satellite represented Earthly DNA, right now she thought it best not to mention that they had located it and even been inside. She asked,
“Then why are you still here? What prevented you from leaving here and regenerating your dead planet with Earthly DNA?”
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