Celestial Vikings

Skyline cont'd 3

"Look Marc one of them is coming around." Cordelia was getting more noisy than he expected.

He knew they heard him clearly, he just noticed that he could read their thoughts and they were reading his, his nightmare was more real that he thought. Since morning when he tumbled out of the bed his head had been ringing and many sounds had invaded his thought line in a big spool, rolling round without end, that he could not explain to his parents. They had enough of his troubles, so he had decided to share it with Cordelia when the lunch break bell rings. The ting that toggle his head on any of the nights of the nightmare changed session, today he is having it early in the morning, maybe he is healing up he probed the noise in his thought.

Marc grabs her arm.

"Let run for it"

They run breathing heavily, the sound of broken twig cracks around them as they dash through the growth. The forest floor was almost bare except for few rotten leaves here and there reminiscence of the past spring, as they ran fear caught up with them, they look around for the forest boundary in vain, the exit leads to another back exit out of the school compound and cross the main street, but it seem they are running back the same spot they started out.

I think we beat them now Marc was thinking aloud, they both slowed down breathing fast.

"Hey you two", He steps in front of them swiftly as if part of wind. "Not so fast!"

Marc and Cordelia unanimously made to turn about towards where they were coming from.

Lord Archy emerge from the forest behind them.

"Yes kids we will like a word with you if you don't mind."

"No!" Marc screamed and start shrieking.

"No leave us alone!" Cordelia accompanied him.

The fair one and the dark man close in and the young chap screaming reaches an eerie tempo.

"Noo! Mammy!"

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"Please give me South American tectonic plate?"

Unusual gprs of American continent appears on the transparent wall media, the color spots on the displayed graphic image mark the intensity of recent earthquakes blinking the hot-spots in red dots. It was normal. 

The news of the My Lai m******e in Vietnam broke any serious public attention for Apollo 12, travel to the moon was becoming a common phenomena and the public and the sponsors of the mission started losing interest, more especially when the color camera broke down on the last lap of the mission,  the m*********r of civilians was a pinnacle of the sequence that led to the Vietnam War,  the major headline now was the election on Mars colony, the American public, the FBI and the American Space Army were working round the clock to get Wallace elected as against the other candidates from Russia and China. The propaganda machine was at its best and the pictures, souvenirs pasted on every space equipment, he preferred the Russian candidate, the Russian engineers done so much for Mars community the major repair on the ventilator bed was a major milestone, it averted an interstellar disaster, the entire community will have be obliterated. He loves America but the leadership has always been the same, very selfish, well that’s for another day since the top shots voting system can be traced he would reluctantly vote for Wallace with his fingers crossed.

He made a u turn from the general interface in the room center towards his personal temporary desk in the control room, to double check the reports of the gprs been printed on the long sheets, the AI is manually running it through a sequence on his personal laptop, the sensors picked up strange signals its been prevalent for a month now, an object traveling the speed of light towards our galaxy. Every radio satellite on the interstellar network relay the asteroid movement, personally his own special ai was reading moving space equipment, but we don't have such equipment here that could travel as fast as that, could it be an Alien. Making any issue for an Alien craft at this time in the stellar history will cost his job and pitch him together with the illusionists he might even be labeled mad.

So that morning when news of the sightings of the eclipse begins to pour in he took solace in the speculators trends and give the press a wrong clue that it may have been one of the political parties on Mars that is doing the firework for the voters attention, but trust those nosy reporters they had all the pictures of the mothership parked in the orbit, nothing like our own far superior technology, dusty that was probably gathering dust during the course of voyage but capable and secure. The press was speculative too no one wants to dry out in the rain. When the AI pictures came in it was something else, of all the intriguing things attached to the craft the thing that got his attention most was the number plate it had a series of encryption, numbers and symbols in a strange pattern that looks familiar. A genetic structure the main frame interpreted it but could not recognize the structures, he knew  what it was, but he had never seen the one like this before.

Interstellar control room was not forthcoming with any explanation to the public but that was before the Secretary of State Secretary of State Admiral Caplinger enters the room.

Interstellar control room was inside one of the many bunkers underneath the pentagon building it was structured during the cold war era. A transparent Media wall divides the room into a quarter and three quarters. Inside computer analysts types and monitors screens that represent the whole earth information, men and women in the background dressed in military uniform moves like puns engrossed in official duties. 

"How you doing Professor" Admiral Caplinger poked his face on the entrance to the Astrophysics lab.

"The search party Kate?” Professor Joe Anderson hand monitored the Secretary inside the room.

“Signals are coming in" Kate replied