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World War II alien abductees and their descendants plan to return to Earth and save it from an alien invasion.



by Joe Reister © 2016


“Look at that, Doctor Jones, and we aren’t even in a galaxy, far, far away.”

Jones sat down, looked up at Jupiter’s giant red spot and smiled.  “It is something, Commander Sun,” he said and laughed.   “You know I didn’t even see a plane until I ten, and it was such a big deal that the whole town went out on the street to get a look.”

“I was sixteen.  My whole village ran into the fields.”

Jones nodded.  “A lifetime ago, Commander: worlds away.”

“Yes,” Sun said and looked at him, smiling.  “Nice touch using my new title.”

“I thought you’d like it.”

“I do.  The park is very nice too,” she said, gesturing to the ice dome surrounding them, two families, three couples and a uniformed man watching over all of them.  “Did you do this?”

“Not on a doctor’s salary.”

“Like you’ve practiced medicine in the last 50 years.”

“Only in emergencies.”

“Still like the title, though?”

“I didn’t graduate from Harvard for fun.”

Sun laughed.  “I figured you might’ve diverted some profits from your other, nonmedical, pursuits.  I understand you’ve done all right for yourself since taking down the shingle.”

“I’m not that generous,” Jones said and grinned.  “You’re actually not going to believe who built it.”

“Try me.”

“The Dwanem trader, Sel Triam,” Jones said, nodding as Sun’s eyebrows went up.  “He said he wanted the traders, pilots and grunts to remember what they’re working for in our backwater system.”

“I thought he was a pirate.”

“He can surprise you.”

“He’s not alone.  The Dwanem Parliament offered me a round the clock security detail.”


“They’re worried about some unspecified threats.”

“So, of course you turned them down.”

“I am commanding a well-armed military cruiser, Doctor.  It seemed a little unnecessary.”

“But your first officer insisted on the bodyguard?” Jones said, nodding to the uniformed man keeping an eye on everyone. 

“Lieutenant Commander Zaitsev says they’ll shoot him first.”

“Then you’ll fill the attackers with bullet holes?”

“Something like that.  I always thought my reputation was a bit exaggerated.”

“You must be worrying the right people.”

“What can I tell you?” Sun said and noticed a ball roll to her feet.  She looked at it and then at the little Dwanem girl with a big forehead and giant eyes staring back at her.  Sun picked up the ball and held it out to the girl, seeing her parents rushing toward them.  She smiled and tossed the ball back to the girl, who let it hit the ground and just stared at her.  She winked at the girl and waved to her parents.

“I’m glad to see you’re making friends.”

“I’m glad I don’t have to worry about little girls.”

“The Dwanem are happy we’re doing better.  They’re just not used to the uniform,” Jones said, pointing to Sun’s insignia.  “They like the idea more than the reality.”

“Who doesn’t?” Sun said, watching the parents lecture the girl as she smiled back at them, showing them the ball Sun had thrown to her.  “It’s not the first time we’ve lived together.”

“Yes and that worked out so well for them 35,000 years ago.”

“I meant after they pulled us off of Earth.”

“I know what you meant, but when the Dwanem see the uniform they’re not thinking how much we owe them.  They’re thinking how our ancestors would’ve wiped out their ancestors except for alien intervention.”

“I think we’ve proven we can get along since then.  Yes, we’ve had a few bumps…”

“Some big.” 

“Some very big.  But think of all the opportunities they’ve given us and our children.  How much success we’ve had because they introduced us to space travel seventy-five years ago?”

“My grandkids can’t imagine the Earth we came from.”

“I wouldn’t have survived without them,” Sun said, noticing her bodyguard watch the Dwanem girl edge back toward her.

“Does he realize how lucky he is?”

“Probably not, but he’s still a good officer.”

“Richard and Christine’s youngest?  I heard he transferred to your command after three years with the Ya’neth.”

Sun grinned.  “You have your own intelligence network, Doctor?”

“It’s a small world, Commander, and I was always a gossip.” 

“Right,” she said and shook her head.  “That transfer is next week.  Lieutenant Prescott there is the one going over to the Ya’neth.”

Jones looked again at Prescott.  “He’s ready?”

“He knows what’s coming.”

“That’s different.”

“True, but my only concern is that he just married my chief pilot who’s staying on board.”

“I’m impressed.  I don’t remember having enough faith in the future to get married when I was his age, particularly with so much going on.”

“Dark clouds ahead, Doctor?”

“Not for me, but I’m not trailblazing a new path for humanity,” he said and looked Sun in the eye.  “Nor am I the one who purchased enough plasma to start a small war?”

She shrugged and saw the ball at her feet again.  She picked it up and turned to the Dwanem girl with her frowning parents waving behind her.  She waved back and threw the ball to the girl who laughed and shouted, “Thanks,” before running back to her parents, who looked at her sternly and mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

Sun smiled.  “I have no intention of starting a war, Doctor,” she said, looking back at Jones and handing him a data pad.  “The money’s all there along with the TV shows you wanted.”

“They’re for my granddaughter.”


“But she’s not the only one unhappy about the jamming satellites.  You really think somebody on Earth is really going to see a UFO?”

“NASA’s pretty close, and the Europeans and Chinese are getting there.”

“Well, I’m glad those satellites will keep humanity in the dark a little longer,” Jones said, checking the data pad and smiling.  “Thanks for the last season of Breaking Bad.”

“You’re welcome.  I thought you’d like it,” Sun said, eyeing him. “I noticed you didn’t really answer my question about the future.”

“I’m glad you’re not thinking of starting a war.”

“I couldn’t win.”

“Not without stealing some more technology, Commander.”

“I don’t do that now that I’m all respectable, Doctor.”

“You were good at it.”

“Thanks, but I’m counting on the recent diplomacy and keeping a low profile as we ease into Earth’s guardianship.”

“Then why all the plasma?”

“Better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it.”

“A good philosophy.”

“One you practiced, I thought.”

Jones kept his eyes on hers.  “You’re going to step on a lot of toes in and around Earth, Commander, and I’m not just talking about the Dwanem.  The Ya’neth aren’t too happy with the new status quo even if they agreed to it.”

“I’m not looking for a fight.”

“The fight’s looking for you.”

“Am I wasting my time then?”

“No.  Earth can’t stand on its own.”

“But you don’t think it’ll work.”

“I’m sorry, but no.  I didn’t think it would work when we first talked about this 25 years ago, and I’m not sure you’re going to be around to have this conversation next year.”

“But you’re still supporting me?”

“You’re diving into the deep end of the pool.”

“That’s why I bought the plasma.”

“And you’re a very small fish.”

“That’s what diplomacy is all about.”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve told you this.  Why are you making me say it again?”

“I don’t know,” Sun said and grinned.  “But let’s do it again next year.”

Jones smiled.  “I hope so.  You seem popular.”


Jones pointed to the ball at their feet and the smiling Dwanem girl five meters away waving her hands in the air.  Her parents stood behind her with their own smiles and gave a quick wave.  Sun waved back and picked up the ball, throwing it to the girl.  The girl caught it and threw the ball right back to Sun, who almost dropped it.  She turned to Jones who laughed and then threw the ball back to the girl, standing up and waving over Prescott before the girl could throw it again.  “Well?” she said, turning back to Jones.

“You were always good with kids.”

“It’s a start.”

“True and I hope you succeed, Commander Sun,” Jones said and stood up, nodding to Prescott.  “A lot of people want to bring Earth into the bigger universe, and humanity isn’t ready yet: not by a longshot.”  He looked around the park and up at the giant red spot one more time.  “Sel Triam is going to be one of the first coming after you.”

“I heard,” Sun said, smiling at the families and couples in the park and waving one last time to the little girl. 

“I guess I’m not the only one with an intelligence network.”

“It’s a small world.”

He nodded.  “I’ll do what I can for you, Commander.”

“I know you will, Doctor.”

“We’ll talk again in a year?”

“Let’s make it six months.”

Jones shook her hand.  “I hope so.”

“I hope so too,” Sun said and smiled.  “I just bought all that plasma.”

He laughed.  “Right.”

She watched him go, before looking up at Jupiter’s red spot one more time and heading in the other direction.


Of course the adventure continues.

Read how Commander Sun and the crew of the Rising Star save the Earth from an alien invasion.

All in Children of Earth and Beyond.



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