by Don Cook
“ALL EARTHLY MEDIA DISRUPTED TO ALLOW FOR MENTAL CLEARING AND CALMING OF PLANET’S POPULACE. PLEASE STANDBY FOR CRUCIAL ANNOUNCEMENT.”
At the same time, every audio-only media carried and repeated an aural version of the same message, also with the language alternating with each repetition.
“Mind telling me what’s happening here?” Mike asked, perturbed and puzzled.
“Patience, Mike” Khraa/Astra radioed a perplexed Mike, who also was beginning to see the method in the madness of his alien allies.
“Karsarvan to Blue 1,” Nimmax radioed, “here’s what we’re doing. We are taking precautions so that your people do not do anything rash for the next several minutes.
“We are implanting a desire for every transporting beast of burden to stop and rest, and we are also immobilizing every mechanical mode of transportation across your globe. We are pulling aside every road vehicle on Earth, stopping every rail-train and streetcar, stopping every ship currently at sea, and causing every submersible craft in your world oceans to surface for air. We are even landing all of your planet’s aircraft in territories friendly to each aircraft. For example, all your world’s spy planes are being remotely controlled to fly and land in neutral countries. Your airports will be able to handle all of these incoming flying machines.”
Mike saw that Nimmax was telling the truth, as the Karsarvan’s “Sub-operation” was slowly but surely bringing cars, trucks, buses and other road vehicles on every roadway around the globe to a dead stop. He was even more amazed when he saw that no transport animal on the planet was unplacated.
“I see it, but I don’t…” Mike stammered to Nimmax, baffled with perplexed fear and amazement. “But how?!”
“We’ve calmed down every animal on your world into a state of shared relaxation where they have no fear of anything, Mike. Just like we said we would.”
Khraa/Astra radioed the Karsarvan, “Activate Operation Klaatu, Phase Bett, Sub-operation Guilt Trip.”
“Karsarvan to Shepherd-Girl,” Nimmax radioed, “we acknowledge. Activating Operation Klaatu, Phase Bett, Sub-operation Guilt Trip now.”
“What’s going on?” Mike said, very concerned.
“Now watch your viewscreen, Mike,” Nimmax said, “for a sampling of short snippets of how we are dealing with your fellow Earth-humans.”
Mike watched the main viewscreen and what he saw floored him. As Mike watched the quickly changing representative images the Karsarvan was transmitting to Blue 1, he saw that all across the globe, people were weeping, with some of them wailing and gnashing their teeth, or were dying from heart failure due to instant broken heart syndrome.
As he watched the rapid-fire montage of grief on Blue 1’s main monitor, Mike saw people that seemed healthy and strong had suddenly passed away. He also many images of many people who had attempted suicide, but whose suicide weapons either malfunctioned or were destroyed. In either case, the suicidal people simply broke down and cried like babies. This parade of depression made Mike severely worried — and extremely doubtful about his alien allies’ goodwill.
Exasperated and at a loss of understanding, Mike simply asked, “Why, Lord? Why have our allies from space suddenly saddened my people?”
EXHIBIT HALL THEATER, MINNEAPOLIS CONVENTION CENTER
MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, USA
15 JULY 12:29 PM CENTRAL TIME
“They were already sad, Mike” Khraa/Astra radioed, as she stood among masses at the convention who were dead, dying or merely unconscious. “And it is their own guilt, Mike, that has become their judge, jury and, in the case of those who died of mere heartbreak, their own executioner. But we have intervened and granted your suicidal people a stay of self-execution, whether they like it or not.”
“I see…” Mike said, perplexed yet grateful. “But why have the entire world sink so low into despair? I’m a pastor, and yet I don’t get it.”
“You should know by now, Mike,” Khraa/Astra said, with maternal lecturing, “that sometimes people will only listen when they have hit rock bottom. Yes, for some people, rock bottom lies six proverbial feet under, but they are likely beyond saving anyway. Not even all of Dr. Phil’s horses and all of Dr. Phil’s men could help put that kind of person on the right track again.”
“Dr. Phil has tons of…” Mike said, attempting a smart-alecky defense. “But still… isn’t this a rather drastic measure for you space-people to use here?”
“You think this is drastic?!” Khraa/Astra asked rhetorically. “The Second Coming of Jesus Christ will make this look like a polite rebuke!”
“But… But…” Mike said in frustration and vain. “ARRGH!”
“What do you tell me and others in your life who love Jesus as their Savior?” Khraa/Astra asked rhetorically again, this time more emphatically. “Pray into it!”
COCKPIT OF FIGHTER-SPACECRAFT “BLUE 1”
“You don’t need to tell me, a pastor —!” Mike said, in proud, defensive outrage, until he realized Khraa/Astra was right. Mike sighed, then said humbly, “Well, alright.”
A tired, overwhelmed Mike said, as he bowed his head and prayed humbly, “Dear Lord, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here, but if you want me to witness to the entire Universe, or at least much of it, then you provide the lyrics, and I will deliver them. In Jesus name… and this preacher in space said, ‘Amen.’”
“The Good Lord loves that degree of surrender to Him” Khraa/Astra radioed.
“Do I really have a choice?” Mike said. “When do I start the ‘space-sermon?’”
“First,” Nimmax radioed, “we have to take care of something very important.”
The Karsarvan, whose crew saw that Blue 1’s life-support and energy/power levels were rather low, launched a sofa-sized automated resupply probe to dock with Mike’s fighter.
As the resupply probe neared Blue 1, Mike, unaware of the probe’s purpose and after what he saw on the viewscreen, became concerned and wondered if the alien he befriended were actually fiends out to destroy him and his planet.
“Karsarvan, what have you just launched at my ship?” Mike radioed.
“It’s an automated resupply-and-refueling probe, Mike” Nimmax replied. “When it docks with Blue 1, your ship will be refueled and restocked with air that will contain nutrient lipids in fine micro-spray form. As you breathe, Mike, you’ll be taking in all the nutrition you need.”
“And when may I come aboard the Karsarvan?”
“After you and your wife have carried out Operation Klaatu, Phase Gamm, Sub-operation Pentecost. You’ll rendezvous with our shuttle, the USS Dingharton, in your planet’s atmosphere over Minneapolis once you and your Khraavie are done. Once you approach our shuttle over Minneapolis, we’ll use grapple-beams to reel you on board the Dingharton.”
The resupply probe docked with Blue 1 and resupplied the fighter with air and fine lipid-mist micro-spray. Mike felt both physically much better due to the micro-spray and more happily secure in the knowledge that his beloved Khraa/Astra, Velbya, and their unearthly friends were indeed truly on the side of the Lord and His Earth.
“Ship fully resupplied” Blue 1’s computer spoke, reassuring Mike greatly.
“Thanks, Karsarvan” Mike said.
“Shepherd-Girl to Karsarvan. Shepherd-Girl to Karsarvan,” Khraa/Astra radioed the Karsarvan, “Are you ready for Operation Klaatu, Phase Gamm, Sub-operation Pentecost? And trust me, these Earthlings will need it.”
“Karsarvan to Shepherd-Girl,” Nimmax radioed to Khraa/Astra, “standing by to activate Operation Klaatu, Phase Gamm, Sub-operation Pentecost. Tapped into Minneapolis Convention Center’s security network and are prepared for full pan-planetary media-cast of your address. Are you ready, Shepherd-Girl?”
“Affirmative, Karsarvan” Khraa/Astra radioed. “Are you ready, Blue 1?”
Mike suddenly felt the reassuring, empowering presence of the Lord inside the spaceship and then said, with humble confidence, “Affirmative, Shepherd-Girl and Karsar
van.”
“Very well, then” Nimmax radioed to both Mike and Khraa/Astra. “Commence Operation Klaatu, Phase Gamm, Sub-operation Pentecost in five, four, three, two, one.”
* * *
† (from Comparative Studies in Earth’s Language-Cultures Printing #1 by Captain/Dr. Khraa-Veh ven-Bonhoeffer): “While Terran English and Tarsonic are near-identical parallel-tongues, there are no Tarsonic words equivalent to the English words “cheesy”, “kitschy”, “corny”, or “campy”. Most of our top cultural linguists have reluctantly agreed upon the still-controversial definition “pathetically delightful.” — K-Vv-B.
* As told to Dr. Khraa-Veh ven-Bonhoeffer, Captain, AMKEXPRA (wife of Commander/Ship-Priest Bonhoeffer.) Originally published on Krono Magazine-site on 1952-12-29, and also later published in Lady Veh ven-Bonhoeffer’s My Cosmos-Spanning Memoirs, Printing #5, ibid. Published by kindly joint-permission of the Bonhoeffers, Krono News Ventures and applicable publishers.
Chapter 14
REPENT TO THE MASTER
To put the Battle for the Solar System into proper perspective, one must refer to the impersonal-yet-revealing realm of statistics. The following statistics from the one-day battle proves just how pivotal the short-and-localized yet decisive conflict was:
1)Approximate number of full-blood [non-Nephilimite] Earth-humans who died from sudden broken heart syndrome on V-S-S Day: 13,500,000.
2)Number of Mephistulians [scarlet-skinned, bat-winged, barb-tailed, pointy-eared humanoids] who assumed human form that had died on Earth as a result of Mephistula’s death (including Mephistula herself): 66,600,000.
3)The “over-100” ratio of Terran-based Nephilimite New World Order chiefs who died as a result of Mephistula’s death to their total number: 100-over-100 [100%].
4)Number of revolutions within Kannatikan space that had their origins in the Trudierre starfleet’s invasion of Earth’s Solar System: 14.
5)Number of Kannatikan provinces that remained as part of Kannatika: 2 (one of the remaining provinces, Skandario, self-dissected into four realms by separatarian [secessionist] action, three of them joining the United Star-systems of Amkeria).
6)Number of Earth-realms [nations] whose governments fell/collapsed as a result of the events of V-S-S Day: 66.
7)Number of heads of state/government in Earthly realms who died as a result of the events of V-S-S Day (from broken heart syndrome): 79.
8)The “over-100” ratio of Terran full-blooded human politicians who died as a result of Mephistula’s death to total number: 33.3-over-100 [33.3%].
Upon seeing what had happened, Captain Veh and Mike Bonhoeffer undertook a brief yet daunting challenge: Witnessing for the Lord God Almighty (also known as “the god”) to two sets of vast numbers of people.
Mike had to witness for Jesus Christ (Yeshvah) to the starfleets from both Kannatika and Amkeria, as well as to those countless quintillions of people to whom the message of the good news of Jesus Christ would be a brand new and encouraging revelation.
Captain Veh had to give a more scathing lecture — many Earthlings would have classed it as a “fire-and-brimstone sermon” — to a multi-billion human Earthly population whose actions had become too violent and lawless, whose warlike attitudes and values that served as the bases for their causes were often insanely groundless, and who needed the stern kind of correction that only an enraged outsider can give. And to a one-planet civilization like Earth’s, the ultimate “outsider” would have had to come from a person from beyond their planet — like Captain Veh was.
It was for this reason that on V-S-S Day, FBI Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge/chaplain Michael Donald “Mike” Bonhoeffer and Captain/Dr. Khraa-Veh ven-Elheem became, for a brief span of time, the two most important mortals in the Universe...
Makky-Philps (age 17)
Khraa-Veh: Strength, Ability and Impartiality
(High-Learning Academy Entrance Essay)
COCKPIT OF FIGHTER-SPACECRAFT “BLUE 1”
15 JULY 17:59 COORDINATED UNIVERSAL TIME (EARTH-TIME)
“Attention survivors of the invading Kannatikan starfleet,” Mike began his sermon to the stars, “and to the starfleet from the United Star-systems of Amkeria, as well as any other non-Earthling within the sound of my voice. I am Michael Donald Bonhoeffer, an Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge and chaplain with the American Federal Bureau of Investigation on planet Earth. I bring you this message in peace and with goodwill to all of you beyond the Earth.
“First, I wish to thank the task-fleet from the United Star-systems of Amkeria for coming to my assistance and Earth’s rescue. I don’t think I could thank you enough. Now to address the Kannatikan invaders who came to conquer Earth or annihilate it.”
EXHIBIT HALL THEATER, MINNEAPOLIS CONVENTION CENTER
MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, USA
SAME MOMENT
Khraa/Astra removed her helmet, set it down on the floor next to her and revealed her true bronze-skinned, piercing blue-eyed self.
Khraa/Astra then spoke, “People of the planet Earth, I bid you greetings. My name is Captain Khraa-Veh of the Amkerian Exploration and Research Agency, or AMKEXPRA, on behalf of the United Star-systems of Amkeria. And yes, this is what many people from my part of the Universe look like. My interstellar nation and I come in peace, with nothing but goodwill towards all the men, women, children and all other life forms on your Earth.
“As surely as I address you now, I also address every other person around your globe at the same time. We are not only spreading this address through electronic omni-media-casting across the globe and to your International Space Station, but we are also using every well-functioning, malfunctioning and even non-functioning radio and television set on your Earth. These radio and video monitors have been repaired via remote control from our starfleet for the full media-casting of this global address. We are even delivering this message to any human being without media reception devices and/or electrical power such as primitive tribespeoples and cultures such as your Old Order Amish with methods of which even your most technologically trained minds cannot yet fathom.
“In addition,” Khraa/Astra continued with her global address, “we have embedded within this global transmission a special psychic computer program that reaches directly into the human mind so that my words and the message behind them can be completely and clearly understood by everyone from the most mentally adept of Earth-people to the most profoundly of mentally challenged Earth-humans. All this is being done so that your world’s peoples will no longer be ignorant of the existence of intelligent life on other planets, as well as other vital facts to which you of Earth must become fully alerted.
“Regrettably,” Khraa/Astra continued, “I am under strict orders to inform you, the peoples of Earth, that this mass public first contact will also be our last public contact with your world for at least for the time being for the following reasons:
“Firstly, we did not choose to make this first contact with Earth. An alien whose sole aim is to destroy the human race dragged me along with her to this planet. Once this alien’s Earthly identity was discovered, I was ordered to stop her and to also make this gesture of first contact with your planet for reasons of universal security. Yes, the security of the entire Universe.
“Secondly, given the current sociopsychological state of your planet’s peoples, the negotiation of any treaties that would come with further contacts would be unwise, counterproductive and would lead only to the destruction of your world. Furthermore, upon detailed observations by our scientists, your United Nations is actually far too inadequate and tyrannically unsatisfactory a world-emissary body for the facilitating of positive, mutually beneficial and beneficent relations between your Earth and the multi-stellar nations beyond your planet.
“And thirdly,” Khraa/Astra paused, “according to your world’s bestselling volume, the Son of the Living God will return to your world and set up the kind of kingdom that will usher in, maintain and constantly improve the cond
itions of all human beings. In other words, to set up a positive realm that would put ideal worlds like your science fictional Star Trek civilization and those of Thomas More’s Utopia and Plato’s Republic completely to bitter shame by changing the inner nature of humanity and creating a Divinely-ruled future that negates our having further public contact with Earth for now. More on that coming God-ruled future world-realm later.
“I represent a multistellar nation known as the United Star-systems of Amkeria, a freedom-loving star-league comprised of many thousands of star-systems and the planets within them” Khraa/Astra spoke glowingly. “And just as many Earthlings have emigrated to other Earthly lands to become citizens of those nations, I, too, fled the tyranny of my Confederated Dominion of Kannatika, which was a Canada-like parallel realm-of-scale, to still-free Amkeria, which strongly parallels your Earth’s United States of America.
“Your planet’s establishment-friendly nation-realm of Canada,” Khraa/Astra elaborated further, “had recently voted in a leader who was a young, impish, ageist, reverse sexist, and anti-Judeo-Christian globalist autocrat who, like his father, had a genuine hatred for the Western world’s values of freedom, reverence for life and justice, and had corrupted and devastated Canada’s once-reliable establishment — just like your Germany under Hitler decades earlier, with disastrous results.
“In the same electoral manner, my home star-nation of Kannatika,” Khraa/Astra continued, “also naïvely voted in an all-too despotic, traitorous Judas-type leader of the same ilk named Pot-Trudierre — in fact, the two leaders might as well have been astral twins. Trudierre was responsible for allowing an even more evil, vile and murderous Darth Vader-type marauder to raid and lay waste the entire land surface of planet Rubiaar IV, an already-dead planet several billions of light-years from yours. My Expedition, under the command of my late husband Commodore/Dr. Isokk-Elheem were studying that world to determine what exactly led to its civilization’s demise.”
