posted on Jan, 27 2009 @ 09:10 AM
With the morning there came no light. Residents of The City woke to find the sun eclipsed; a massive, metallic sphere floating in its place. No one
knew where it had come from or what it was. The military, rather the remnants of what once was an armed force, sent out broadcasts on every frequency
trying to communicate with whatever controlled the object. They received no response on any channel so the decision was made to take an offensive. As
preparations were being made to charge the Energy Pulse Cannon the UFO broadcast a message to every human being left on the planet, not by any radio
channel or transmitting frequency. This message was broadcast telepathically:
“Creatures of planet 348766, you may call me Jargon. I hail from a place beyond comprehension, the centre of your galaxy. Your planet contains the
only known species in the multiverse with the capacity to reproduce with my kind. That species is the human race. I have come to take you from the
planet you call Earth and to relocate you to my home planet. This is not a request. Use of force is futile. I will be descending to the surface of
your planet shortly to commence the boarding procedure.”
Within the hour the protective field enclosing The City was being dismantled by a beam projected from Jargon’s ship. Screams of terror and panic
overwhelmed all other sound. A second beam, this one much smaller than the first, emerged from the ship. Within it could be seen a monster. As the
alien creature was slowly being lowered to the planet’s surface the explosive roar of firearms filled the air. The military had mobilized a last
ditch effort to defend mankind. Unfortunately Jargon’s words were spoken honestly, use of force was futile. The bullets collided with an invisible
wall, stopping them dead; laser rifle charges and EPC blasts were simply absorbed.
Marilyn Sabuta watched the horrors unfolding through her living room window of the 11th floor apartment she lived in with her husband Devin and their
3 year old son Zackary. Marilyn struggled to keep her legs from collapsing beneath her; comprehension of the situation eluded her. What had been in
her mind? The “voice” had resonated inside her with a sense of familiarity. What was that thing and where had it come from? As her mind spun webs
of questions she kept staring out the window, hoping to see Devin and Zack come running up the walk to the apartment complex. Where were they? Were
they all right? Marilyn could not handle not knowing what was going on; she had to get out there and see if she could find out what was going on. She
had to find Devin.
The streets of The City were packed with humans, running in all directions, hoping to escape capture. It was pitiful. Did these creatures not listen?
Jargon usually was not this lax in his raid, had this been any other planet he would have simply disintegrated the entire world. These beasts were
very fortunate he had a use for them, though they may not see it that way. It was time to get to business. He began to put those within sight into an
unconscious state, placing all of these miserable creatures into mental slumber. Jargon would return to load them once he was sure none of the vermin
were still scurrying around.
Marilyn picked her way carefully through the throngs of people, being pushed and shoved from all directions. She had seen several bodies trampled on
the ground and did not wish to share their fate. She slowly made her way towards the market, scanning faces constantly. As she emerged into the market
square she stopped so fast she was nearly knocked over by the crowd behind her. She had entered the square at the exact moment as the alien. Others
were noticing its approach and began pushing back the way they had just come. As Marilyn watched, frozen in shock, she noticed that everyone who came
under the gaze of the alien simply fell to the ground. Nothing was moving in the path behind the creature. Suddenly she felt a chill run through her
body, it felt as though something was attempting to shut down her muscles. She could feel herself becoming limp and cold. With startling speed the
feeling left her body. She raised her eyes and met with the gaze of the Jargon creature.
It couldn’t be. Here? He knew instantly he had found her again. After a lifetime of searching for her it couldn’t be this easy. Yet here she was.
How did he not feel her when he entered this universe? It had been so long without her perhaps he had forgotten what love felt like. It didn’t
matter now. She was standing right in front of him. Jargon could do nothing but stare in wonder at her. At Zalu.
Marilyn was not prepared for the onslaught of emotion that came crashing down on her. Loneliness, emptiness, despair, angst, frustration, fear,
familiarity, and what she could only describe as… love? It was very similar to the wondrous feeling she got when Devin held her, the only thing she
had ever known to be love. How could she feel love or any sort of attraction towards this being? None of it made sense. She heard the familiar
“voice” inside her head again.
“Zalu? I cannot believe it is you. I have spent millennia trying to locate you again. I have missed you so very much but now we are together again.
Come with me my princess, come with me and we shall return home.”
Memories flooded into Marilyn’s brain; torrents of recollections of a past life. She saw a creature that closely resembled the one standing in front
of her. She subconsciously knew it was an image of her former self. Zalu. That was her name.
(Continued in next post)