posted on Jul, 17 2009 @ 12:45 PM
En route to Sol.
After the engagement with the NI ships hell-bent on destroying the Penelope, Luder had a chance to finally relax alone in his quarters. The ship was
patched back together thanks to Slayer and his valiant crews and she seemed to be doing well. Theresa was asleep in their shared bedding area, so he
didn't want to disturb her.
Luder walked over to a trunk near the den area of his quarters and opened it up. He reached inside and produced a small, leather-bound book which
seemed to have aged with many years. Taking the book, he closed the trunk and pulled his boots off. He climbed up onto the viewport lounger and
leaned against the bulkhead, the swirl of the wormhole visible through the _
The book was a gift from Luder's great grandfather before he passed away. It was said to have been passed down through the generations from one
Luder to the next until it finally reached the hands of Theodorus Luder III, mf_luder's great grandfather. There wasn't much to the small journal,
just the aged brown leather, soft to the touch and a small, black strap made of cloth to hold it shut. The book had a word etched in black
leather-mark on the cover: Memoirs.
Luder opened the volume and began to read:
Being a First Hand Account of the Indigo Involvement in the Energy Wars
World War III
PFC John M. Luder
June 17, 2098
I write here in this journal to tell anyone who may find it of what actually occurred. Myself and only a few others know the real reasons for why
everything spiraled out of control, but we're in the minority.
I am what they call a 'grunt'. I was assigned to the US Embassy in New Baghdad, Iraq. We were there for about 15 months, pulling random duties
from guard shifts on the gates, to patrolling the sectors for possible hostilities, usual infantry stuff. My mom constantly sent us goody boxes with
cookies and socks and the like, but things could have been so much faster with the new military transport tech that was in the works earlier on. I
It was about 0300 hours on Saturday morning when they showed up. I was nearing the end of a 12 hour shift on front area guard (basically a guard
where we were made to screen everyone coming on and off the embassy) when this black sedan rolled up with its windows completely tinted out. I nearly
pulled my OSI 20 up to the ready position, but the driver flashed a badge out the window and motioned me over. I told PVT Wallace to stay put while I
checked 'em out.
The guy driving the car was CIA and he was carrying about ten people in the back with him. I explained to him that we had to have everyone visually
id'ed before they came into the embassy. He got a little upset, but we've come to expect that kind of behavior from the civvies with suits. He
rolled down the windows in the back and I shone my light in.
There they were.
No one would call 'em that directly to anyone's face, but I knew Wallace knew, and I knew and we'd even talked about them before. Dressed in their
psuedo-goth attire with their eyeliner and dark bags under their eyes. Some people said they had "abilities" but when I was in high school, we
called em "emos." Emo was actually a really old term I think - been around a loong time. Oh well. Anyhoo, back to business. These indigos all
look at me with absolutely blank stares on their faces, six females and four males and I matched 'em, stare for stare. After verifying their id, I
radioed in and was told to let them through. I didn't think nothing of it that night, but some serious crap has gone down..... will write later,
have to go.
June 18, 2098
They showed up on Saturday night and disappeared off into the embassy. No one saw them in there and no one has seen them leave. Plus, that car they
showed up in is still parked out near the edge of the embassy. When I asked around about them, SSG Morris told me to "Shut yer damned trap." So, I
haven't asked about them since. Rumor has it there's something going on deep underground below this place, but I've only heard it mentioned in
conspiracy circles. Unruly lot they are.
Something crazy was announced yesterday as well.
The headlines read: America Cuts Ties with OPEC!
This is perhaps the biggest bit of controversy I think I've heard in my entire life. Well, I'm only 19, so what do I know, but a lot of the senior
staff were in a bustle about it. Essentially, we got rid of our need for oil or gas. Pretty hefty stuff considering we've been using it for nearly
300 years or more. I think a lot of the middle easterners are up in arms about it. Anyway, after it was announced, we were put on high alert and
told to arm ourselves near the gates.
We were out there for about six hours today and nothing happened, not a damned thing. Getting sick of the dust...
June 19 2098
I saw one of them today, she came outside for a smoke. She had long, black hair running down the middle of her back, purple eyes and a pale
complexion. She was extremely beautiful. Well, either that or I'm getting the "deployment urges" they always talk about. Whatever. She was
wearing a tight black leather skirt and a long-sleeved dark blue button down shirt with a white t shirt under it. Accompanying her was the CIA man.
He didn't look too thrilled to be up there with here in the light and heat, but she didn't seem to care too much about him or what he thought.
She caught me looking at her more than once while we were out there and I couldn't help but smile. During the times when I'd smile, she'd take a
long drag off of those cigs and blow out a puff of smoke in my general direction. Too bad I was about 50 meters away. I would have given a guard
shift to breath that smoke.
She finished that cig and flicked the butt on the ground, grinding it out with her black, knee-length boot. She looked up at me and I swear to God
she winked and headed back inside. Wallace thinks I'm imagining things, but I know what's what and that girl winked at me.
June 20, 2098
Finally, my day off and what a day it was. Where do I begin?
Okay. Well, I guess the beginning would be the best place.
I woke up this morning about 0530 and went for a four miler around the compound, just to blow some steam off and also because there's no organized PT
program here to speak of. Since the sun was still down, there were hardly any others out moving about to speak of.
Except for one.
I ran past the barracks the second go around and thought I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over and saw her lingering
near our sitting area, watching me as I ran. When she saw that I'd made eye contact I saw her smile and she motioned me over. I ran over and
stopped, not quite sure what to do.
Well, we talked for nearly 2 hours out there in the sitting area. I found out that her name was Tess and she was from Texas. Being from there
myself, I was surprised to learn that we grew up not 20 miles or so from each other. About damned near went to the same schools together even. Once
we were finished talking, she invited me to have breakfast with her in the embassy's five-star restaurant. I was shocked but agreed, wanting to see
where this would go.
0800 hours, I was standing outside the entry to "Gilgamesh's Quarter", the finest eatery this side of the Tigris, waiting on Tess. She appeared on
the stairs, dressed in the same outfit I'd seen her in the day before. Gorgeous. Amazing even. Wallace laughed when I shook him awake to tell
Well, aside from my ranting about this woman, the conversation we had was insane. I mentioned a couple of days ago my interest in the conspiracy
circles I'd stumbled across. Well, talking to this girl was like visiting those network sites all over again. Except, things were making sense.
I'll try to relate what she said as best I can here, I really need to go shower before guard tomorrow.
1) The energy crisis. For anyone who may read this in the future, we were experiencing a major energy crisis in which the OPEC was causing prices to
dance around in the states. A bunch of scientists lobbied to have us officially switch over to another source of energy. What the people didn't
know, according to Tess, was that these "scientists" were Indigos. All of them.
2) Tess explained to me that Indigos have the ability to make people believes whatever they want them to, whenever they want them to. I scoffed at
this at first, then looked down at my plate to see roaches!!! There were fifty roaches where my eggs had been. I nearly came out of the chair. She,
of course, thought this was hilarious. Proved her point, I'd say.
3) The Indigos were focusing on stopping the hate throughout the globe and were trying to first create world-wide free an clean energy to do so. She
said measures were taken to ensure this project would go on unhindered and that drastic steps were in the works if they ever met opposition. When I
asked what she meant by drastic steps, she got real quiet and wouldn't talk about it. Not wanting to lose her intoxicating company, I shrugged it
4) Indigos had been responsible for a lot of major changes in technology and the way things were done in the United States. She pointed out our new
particle energy rifles were created due to Indigo research perverted by the military. They originally wanted us to use our weapons only to stun,
never to kill.