I am a Fugitive from Another Galaxy–4-Finale

CHAPTER 11

We drove swiftly but safely into the city. I could tell that this had been well coordinated. Police officers stopped traffic at every intersection as we flew past stopped cars en route to the White House. We were checked by Secret Service agents several times until we were met by General Tobin and escorted into what I assumed was the war room. We were introduced to the President and shown to a large screen. I could see a large “blob” which appeared out of place.

DONALD, I MUST PUT YOU INTO A TRANCE IN ORDER TO DO WHAT I MUST.

“Okay, but I’d like to see and hear what’s happening.”

VERY WELL. I used my powers to clear up the images. There were many gasps when the Gorkon warships came into view. There were more than a hundred.

“Will we be able to repel such a number,” asked the President.

IF WE BEGIN TO ATTACK THEM WHEN THEY ARE 200 MILLION MILES AWAY WE WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE. ADDITIONALLY, THE MATRIX OF SATELLITES WILL CREATE A PROTECTIVE NET OVER YOUR PLANET THAT WILL BE IMPENETRABLE. I WONDER IF YOU HAVE HAD ANY THOUGHT ABOUT NOTIFYING THE OTHER COUNTRIES AND THEIR CITIZENS. IT MIGHT BE WISE TO MOBILIZE ARMIES AROUND THE WORLD JUST IN CASE. I HAVE ALWAYS FOUND IT BETTER TO BE PREPARED.

President Baxter replied, “I have asked to address the General Assembly of the United Nations and have informed them that there is an international emergency. The address will be broadcast all over the world. Today is Wednesday; I will speak on Friday morning. I think we will need several of these photos to convince everyone, although I have no illusions that I will be believed by the representatives of some nations.”

We worked at a fever pitch for the next day. Now that we knew where the Gorkons were we needed to orient all the satellites. However, just to be safe, we also scanned all other directions until we were sure the heavens were clear. They were—thankfully. When all our preparations were done I allowed Donald to rest; he was justifiably exhausted. We were removed to a secure location where he and Gina ate a sumptuous meal and laid themselves into a comfortable bed. There was no sex tonight. They held each other, said “I love you” several times and fell into a deep slumber.

They were awakened around eight for a shower and breakfast. After much discussion it had been decided that we would not accompany the President to New York to protect our identities. We sped again along the highway, this time back home. We arrived at the Provanos’ home just before noon. Mrs. P was there waiting nervously; she hugged Gina and Donald before they retired to their room. “I’m sorry, Gina. This hasn’t worked out the way I hoped.”

“Donnie, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate once we’re rid of these horrible Gorkons. We will be rid of them, won’t we, H?”

(YES, I BELIEVE WE WILL. EVEN NOW THEIR MOVEMENTS ARE BEING TRACKED BY THE SATELLITES. THEY ARE FUNCTIONING AUTOMATICALLY NOW AND CANNOT BE INTERFERED WITH, AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE THINKS. IN FACT, I CAN MANIPULATE THEM VIA THE SAME TELEPATHY WE USE TO COMMUNICATE, BUT I WILL ONLY DO SO IF ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. RIGHT NOW I SUGGEST YOU GET SOME MORE SLEEP. YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW AND I KNOW HOW TIRED YOU BOTH ARE.)

“We’re tired, all right, but not too tired, are we, Gina?”

“Definitely not!” she exclaimed as she fell back onto the bed pulling Donald onto her. It was a pleasure for me to see them express their love for each other. There were times I missed my planet, but we had nothing to compare with the physical love expressed between two humans. Donald and Gina kissed and touched each other as they prepared to unite physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Gina ran her hands up and down Donald’s body before finding his hard erection. With surprising strength she pulled him up, his manhood to the seat of her femininity. There was no need to lubricate him; she was running with her nectar.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her core. There was tenderness in their love, but this was raw brutal passion brought on by the stresses of the previous days. Their bodies met—faster and faster, harder and harder—as they held each other. So hard was their sex that the bed actually bounced several times. I could sense Mrs. P smiling as she worked in the kitchen. Suddenly, Donald grunted loudly as Gina began a long silent scream. Their orgasms brought them to Nirvana, wiping away the stresses of the past day and night. Donald might have collapsed onto Gina, but at the last second he slid to the side panting wildly from his exertions. Gina too was drained both physically and emotionally. She held her love tenderly as they fell asleep.

They rose in time for dinner and walked into the living room to find both of her parents glued to the TV, something they rarely did. Word of the President’s speech had been leaked to the press with only the words “international crisis” and “planetary emergency” used. There was much conjecture, but like the ray, no real facts. The young couple begged Gina’s parents for permission to watch tomorrow, promising to go straight to school afterwards.

All broadcast television turned to the United Nations at 9:45 EDT the following morning. There was polite applause, but nothing more, when President Jonathon Baxter strode to the podium. He began his speech in front of a huge screen after making the usual salutations to the Secretary General and other UN officials.

“You will probably laugh at the beginning of my remarks, but I guarantee you won’t be laughing at the end,” he began. “I learned almost two years ago that there is intelligent life on other planets.” He was right—there was laughter. “If you look at the screen you will see how. Army officers had gathered at one of our bases to review a new weapons system. They did exactly that, but it wasn’t the system they expected.” He paused as the screen came to life, showing a bright blue beam appear from the right, obliterating a truck out in the field. It went on to destroy another vehicle. The laughter came to a sudden halt. “This was a demonstration by one of our citizens, but, obviously, this technology does not exist anywhere on this planet. We learned that the citizen’s body had been invaded by an alien being, a leading scientist from another world. With his help we built this device—the screen showed the ray cannon—which we used in a test to destroy Pan, one of the smallest moons of Saturn. Many of the people on Earth saw this and there was much conjecture as to the source and reason for the ray.

“Next you will see what happened when one of our scientists got the bright idea to tamper with the cannon. We had been warned by the alien that such an action would turn the ray upon itself. Seventy-three people died as a result. Now I want to call your attention to the next slide.

“This is a photo from the Hubbell telescope taken three weeks ago. It is pointed toward the Altair system. The next slide is the same view taken yesterday.” There was strong reaction from the large group of diplomats as the vision of the distant stars was obliterated by a dark cloud. “Our alien friend enabled us to break through this ‘masking’ device, revealing what was behind.” There were sharp gasps and expressions of shock from the assemblage.

“I have been told that these are the Gorkons, a warrior people from a galaxy far beyond the star Altair. Clearly they are not on a peaceful mission which might require only a single ship. We have been told that they live on a densely populated planet much in need of water. We believe that many of these ships are tankers. I personally believe that the Gorkons intend to invade Earth and steal our water for their own use.”
By this point the noise in the General Assembly had reached the level of a riot. Only repeated bangs of the Secretary General’s gavel restored order.

“Thank you, Mr. Secretary General,” President Baxter continued. “Over the past two years our government has launched forty new Global Positioning System satellites, into each of which was built one of the ray cannons you saw earlier. These satellites are tracking the Gorkons as I speak. We intend to attack them with a multitude of rays once they reach Saturn. We will attack until each and every one of those ships is obliterated.

“However, there is always the chance of a miss or a failure so I have ordered the Armed Forces of the United States of America to prepare for a possible invasion and I strongly suggest that each of your countries do the same. This is a time to forget our differences and pull together to save our planet.

“I must tell you that the ray cannons will self-destruct exactly thirty days after their first use. My government has no intention of using such a terrible weapon on anyone other than the Gorkons. My government will provide information as to when we will initiate the strike as well as a live television feed from the Hubbell once the attack has begun. Thank you for your attention.” President Baxter strode purposefully from the podium leaving the room in a state of mass confusion.

CHAPTER 12

Reaction to the speech was mixed from thankfulness for the nation’s preparedness to anger that the information had been withheld from the public until now. Most Americans, indeed most of the world, were in a state of shock. Until today the idea of intelligent life on other planets was just that, an idea. Now it was a potentially fatal reality, one that could threaten all life on Earth. It was a sobering day for many.

President Baxter returned to Washington to prepare for the attack, one that was planned to surprise the Gorkons. I had told the president that there was no concept of negotiation with them. It would be either total victory or total defeat. I was sure that it would be the former, but I knew more about what was happening than anyone else on the planet.

Donald and Gina returned to school, but hardly anyone could concentrate on their studies. Football seemed to be suddenly immaterial…inconsequential. The season was cancelled. Everyone was on edge until the week before Thanksgiving when President Baxter announced that the rays would fire on Thanksgiving morning. Donald and Gina (and I) were summoned to Washington. The Thanksgiving break was perfect. Nobody would become suspicious of our absence. Gina’s parents came with us; we stayed in a major hotel in the Washington area and were driven to Andrews Air Force base early Thursday morning.

The satellites had been deployed in such a way that half would always face the Gorkons. As the Earth rotated some would move out of the action while others would come on-line. Each cannon would fire until its target was destroyed. Then a new target would be selected and it would turn itself on once again. Energy for the rays had been collected from the sun and stored for months prior; I could tell they were fully loaded and ready.

We were greeted by General Tobin; Gina introduced her parents who were clearly nervous, just like the rest of us. President Baxter joined us a few minutes later and he greeted us warmly, but then he was a politician while General Tobin was a soldier.