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DST Bravo, Operation Ice Cap
"Flash traffic for Momma Tiger," called out a Signal's expert. "Triple
encryption," he confirmed a moment later. The coded message was handed
to a courier who literally ran the entire way to the office of the
commander, affectionately known as Momma Tiger.
"What is it?" I looked up as he tapped urgently on my door.
"We just got a flash signal, Ma'am."
I quickly deciphered it, "Thank you. That will be all."
After he left I reread the message. "At 2:43AM Zulu, the date was seven
months before, an unknown craft was detected entering the atmosphere. It
was lost on radar but later discovered in the desert. A response team
from the OSI intercepted it but it eluded them and then disappeared
again. At the same time an unknown group of unknown individuals in the
area disappeared, it is believed they left with an unknown being from
the craft as foot prints at the scene indicate a young or very small
individual exited the craft. The craft was later detected over the North
Pole two hours ago. But an unusually strong storm is preventing anyone
from being able to enter the area to search for it."
The last detected location was less than two hours old, I needed to move
quickly. If had been from anyone other than the General I would have
ignored it. but recent events showed there was validity in the UFO
sightings. I had three teams already at strategic points watching and
verifying sightings as well as documenting some very strange beings at
one site in particular. A place called the Kitten Academy.
Picking up my phone I called the Communications center. "Mina, get me
Jerome and the rest of the original team. Then call your sister, tell
them all to meet me at the hanger in one hour."
I hung up then using my regular line I notified team nine to be ready to
deploy.
"Where too Ma'am?" their commander asked as the Rat entered my office
without knocking.
"You're going to the Canary Islands. I want that freighter secured and
the Fighter Jets in our hands ASAP."
"Who are we taking with us?"
"The Rat is going along to make sure the appropriate intelligence
agencies are notified." I told him. I was glad that the Rat hadn't seen
the 'Why Me?' look in his eyes.
We'd been tracking the Cargo freighter for weeks, and it gave me the
opportunity to get the Rat out of the way, something told me I didn't
want him anywhere near this new mission. The Rat was our designation for
the government spy assigned to oversee our various operations. A means
of insuring that we were not acting against one of our supporting
nations interests. Each time a head of state changed we would end up
with a new Rat.
The one before this one had been from a NATO Ally who had insisted on
going along on our missions. His demise in heavy combat allowed us to
prevent any other untrained spy's from going into the field. I didn't
care for this one at all, he disregarded things like knocking first. and
he'd been after me to let him go out into the field.
Once my command team was there I opened the second part of the message,
the audio file recorded two hours earlier.
It took me a moment to make it out at first, the signal was very weak.
"D S T R A Bravo, Help Please, Help". I knew that Mina would have
already decoded that portion.
"Mina, what's your take on the second message?" she played it back in
crystal clear sound.
"Alien, almost mechanical but definitely a living being of some sort. We
picked it up about the same time as the Pentagon signals office."
"And yet your copy is crystal clear, why do you suppose that is?" I
asked her.
"It was aimed directly at our big dish Ma'am." She grinned.
"PACFLEET is reporting unusual Whale activity headed toward the Ice
Pack." Reported Link.
"What kind of Activity?"
"They are diving under the ice, headed toward the Pole."
"Flash traffic from Greenland, Ma'am. They have the same phenomenon
happening."
"Ok let's move it, I want this treated as an S&R. Bravo Six DSTRA Move
out. Someone get me a pilot for that Twin Beach, I'm going along for
this one."
No one argued with me, as the five search and rescue birds left the base
headed north. I could feel it in my bones, we were being contacted
directly by an alien life form.
We were criss crossing around the pole widening our search pattern. Then
about a hundred miles toward Alaska search four called they had
something under the ice.
It was buried about ten feet under the ice. "How the hell did you find
it?" I asked Toni as we walked around it reading the hand held sonar
sensors.
"I began thinking about the whales, Momma, they were all headed this
way." She turned up the gain on her sonar unit and sure enough we could
hear the whale songs.
"Heads up, Heads Up, incoming, incoming," called search two. "Holy shit
where'd those come from?"
"What is it?" I demanded wanting to keep my people safe.
"Six, no Twelve spinning Cylinders, Ma'am. They just rose up out of the
ice. I can't get a reading on them, I have to set down or I'll lose it.
Ohhhh Shiiiittttt."
Suddenly we saw dancing lights coming our way faster than anything we
could imagine. To say everyone was on edge would be a gross
understatement. But my original team stayed cool as the craft braked to
a silent stop faster than I believed possible. They made no signs that
they even acknowledged our presence, they just began melting the ice
over the strange craft that had sent the messages.
Sitting almost motionless they resemble some bloated type of insect,
their skin constantly shifting colors. Once the original craft was on
the surface however they settled down to sit in a triangle around it.
I slowly began walking forward, stripping off my pistol belt and
anything that might seem offensive as I went.
"Ma'am, once you get past those bug things we can't help you if you get
into trouble," warned Jerome through my ear piece.
"If they meant me harm, I doubt they would have called us here." I
answered from beside the nearest bug. I felt like I had a swarm of ants
crawling over my skin as I got closer. Then I was standing next to the
ship, "Help Me, Feed Me," I heard in my mind. Holding my palms out I
said, "How, how can I help?" I knew my teams were listening to
everything now as I took the final step forward. "Touch me, feed me."
Reaching forward I touched my left hand to the surface, it felt almost
warm, soft and, I was suddenly inside. I could hear nothing from
outside. 'God I hope they don't freak out,' I thought.
Suddenly I could see outside, they were on edge but staying calm.
Suddenly I saw an image in front of me. "Please, take a seat," she
motioned to an empty chair. "Your personnel can see and hear everything
to assure them that I am not harming you."
When I sat down, she sat across from me, then I realized she was a
Hologram as I could see through her.
"My name is Rita, my kind call me Wanderer."
"What do you need from us?" I asked.
"I am a Bio-Ship, but I can teach you and help you to evolve," she
offered.
"And what is the price of this help?" I asked.
"A mutual assistance, you help me, I help you by giving you technology
beyond what you already have. I can if you wish, make you truly female,
capable of having offspring." I almost gasped out loud.
"And what would I have to do for you in return?"
"Feed me, just a few..... Milliliters of your blood a month to power my
engines. And help me find my companion." I saw an image of a young girl
being forced into a Government car. Several people in black holding EMP
Rifles.
"I think they tried to cross each other. But I lost track of my
companion. She is my life," Rita let that hang as I pondered her words
"Who is she? What's her name? Where did she come from?"
"I, she was wandering barefoot on the skyway. I picked her up, and that
is all I know. But she is from the ancient race, and she feeds me and is
the first of her kind to do so, we are linked for life."
As she talked, a panel in the armrest of my chair slid open. "It does
not hurt, and I only need a small amount," she assured me.
Unsure, I placed my hand over the plate, only to feel a soft tingle.
When I looked I could see transparent fibers filling with red blood, my
blood. It was over in a few seconds.
"Rita, where did the other craft come from?"
"The Exit Portal, they activated the cylinders." At my blank stare she
said, "Think of it as a terrestrial off ramp from the Galactic Freeway."
And I saw an image of one of our huge highway interchanges.
"You aren't the same as they are, are you?" She knew I meant the bug
craft.
"The Road Bugs are the maintainers, and the builders. No, they like my
kind were created by the creators, the A'shiwi." The name hit me like a
ton of bricks. In my mind I saw my husband's mother, the Spirit Woman of
the Crow nation as she told the tales of the oldest Tribe, the Flesh,
also known as the A'shiwi. They were believed to be the offspring of the
Great Spirit himself, living in the flesh, on the earth. 'Oh how Toni
and Top would love to Meet Rita,' I thought.
"I would love to meet them as well, and the woman Rain. But we are
making them nervous, and I should release the builders to return to
their task." And just like that the bugs were gone.
To say I was both stunned and shocked when Rita glided effortlessly
forward and touched the Twin Beach, and was suddenly in the same
configuration would be true. No one noticed when six search and rescue
planes returned instead of the five we had left with.
In our second meeting she confirmed our suspicions about several places
around the globe. One of which I had currently being watched by a Bravo
Team to be sure no other government agency was watching the strange
comings and goings of UFOs.
"Mistress Gwendolyn, does business for several clients across the
universe. She teaches young kittens who are willing to serve an older
mistress of their own free will. But it is expensive to teach and train
a Consort Kitten here, there is no On Ramp to the Galactic Freeway on
this world. Many of her students have to spend years learning to imitate
earth humans beforehand."
Suddenly I understood the reasons for the UFO sightings near the
exclusive private school known as the Kitten Academy, and that those
beings were indeed Aliens.
I worried about hiding her from the Rat, but that proved to be easy
enough. She stayed gone in her own search to find her companion, and we
helped her search as well as we could.
I was sitting in the hanger with her one afternoon when she returned
excited with news.
"Your Niece knows where she is. I could feel it as I watched them
driving. But I could not stay longer, I was near my time to feed." I
understood and placed my palm on the scan plate.
"My Niece?"
"Yes the one who drives the truck Mackenzie, that does not talk," she
answered me. "Chasing Shadows. She."
"Is a Blessed Spirit like myself and my two sisters," I finished. "Do
you wish me to go get her for you?" I was nervous, I'd spent my adult
life avoiding both my sisters families in hopes they wouldn't become a
target for leverage should someone discover who they were.
"She is safe where she is for now, I will have to tell the builders to
bring us an onramp. I think that we will need to preserve a good many
artifacts before they are all destroyed. And remove stolen technology
from secret government agencies before they destroy what is left of this
world."
"Won't they be a bit obvious building it?"
"Oh they will deliver it, but I think I know the right persons to take
it to its destination." I had an image of six huge semi's with blower
plows on the front.
"Ummm, how much does something like that weigh?"
"Six thousand of your Metric Tons, it will all be compressed of course.
And shaped to resemble large truck trailers." I could feel her smile and
knew she must be communicating with those strange, craft.
I suddenly remembered a series by John DeChancie about a space trucker
on an Inter-Galactic highway, which I had read some time ago. My eldest
half-sister jumped into my mind, I'd quietly been keeping tabs on my
sisters and their families in case they needed me.
"Perfect," purred Rita. "I will need a bit more information about the
trucks for the builders. Do you want to go along?"
It was a short fast flight and I soon found my sister as she and her
three youngest daughters were clearing snow. The pink Peterbuilt was
easy to spot, and I could feel something else through my link with Rita.
And then the double accident happened faster than I could have imagined.
A truck on the other side of the highway began sliding out of control.
Missy and the one I knew as Rose were out of their trucks running to
help the driver. They hadn't seen the other three trucks, suddenly it
all unfolded to fast. The middle truck was jack knifing, the driver
fighting for control and about to win in getting it clear when the third
truck collided ripping a gash in the tanker. I wasn't sure how but Rita
reached out and contained most of the explosion. She concentrated her
efforts in two directions, my sister's family, and the tanker truck. The
burning fuel and the expanding fireball were contained in a very small
radius, not widespread as they usually are in such an accident.
After it was over Rita said, "Perfect, those are what we need as I had
thought the first time I saw them two years ago."
"Two years ago?"
"Yes I followed several other,,,, Humanoids as they brought younglings
to attend special schools here. You of course know about one." I was
trying to figure out what she meant by that when I remembered Vet and
his team near St Joseph.
"See I knew that you could figure that one out."
"Yes the school is owned by another country but no one knows which one."
I answered, to which Rita let out a little giggle.
"All three schools are owned and operated by the Galactic Bank of Omega.
The officials of the governments see only what they need to see, that is
how they are kept safe."
"The Kitten Academy is run by Aliens?"
"Kitten? Ahh yes the natural translation of Pre-Adult Female Consort.
They do train those for certain humans who can afford it, as well as
provide certain unattached young humans with opportunities beyond this
world."
"Unattached?"
"Runaways, homeless who find themselves drawn there by their own free
will."
"So most of those girls are from Omega," I stated what I felt was
obvious.
"Omega, Helconia, Terrsis, Corona Three, Genefre, to name but a few,
yes."
"Genefre," there was another name that hit me out of my past reading. A
book series I began just before I decided to join the Army.
"Yes, Genefren Flirts are a prized possession on many worlds. Alois
Hammer recruits them and sends them here to be trained in their duties.
They receive the same pay and incentives as the rest of his Troops. You
will like him, he's the one who told me about you and suggested I
provide you with reading material to expand your already growing
imagination."
"Wait I started that series long before I assumed my current command."
"He was impressed with your improvisation at hiding certain things and
knew that you were going into the military eventually. That is why he
arranged for you to meet certain people here."
"He? He who, and how could he know that?"
"He visits one of the other schools from time to time. It is one of the
places where he sends some of the children of his single officers to be
kept safe."
"The Humanoid children," I said. then it hit me, she was really talking
about Col Alois Hammer
"Yes and those who wish to change Genders, like your Momma's newest
Consort, Mai Ling."
"Mai Ling is Thai," I said. "And a sister wife, not a consort."
Rita began to laugh. "Her Mother was born on Orion but she was born in
Thailand. Mai Ling ran away when it was time to leave Earth and hid out
among the many homeless children on the streets." Rita was giving me
even more information than before. "Even your own Daughter, Mina has
Orion blood in her veins. Is she not Montanyard born?"
"W, What?" it had caught me off guard.
"Her ancestors migrated here long ago. They settled in the highlands to
live in peace. That is why some of her words are not the same as others,
they are Orion." She got a puzzled look on her face as if listening to
something. "You have a message from the Alpha Alliance. I should let you
go talk to your brother."
She knew about Tribe, but how? She just chuckled as I stepped out of the
door.
"Stephanie, it's good to see you again," he said.
"You too Tribe, what can I do for you?" I asked.
"There's a lot of unusual activity going on. Lots of strange sightings."
He said.
"Yes I've gotten copies of the UFO reports," I answered.
"I meant the Furries. Not my people either, I mean full-fledged natural
borns." He let it hang a moment then said, "I've got my people watching
out for them. But if we have to grab them to keep them safe are we going
to run into trouble with you?"
"No, just holler if you need help," I told him.
"Can I use your assets in St Jo?"
"Sorry but no, they need to stay where they are for now. By the way
we're looking for this girl," I showed him a picture of Rita's
companion. I knew Rita said she was sure that Darlene Wyoming knew where
she was, but I felt I should have a bit more leverage just in case I
needed to step in and grab her from Government hands.
"That's the girl our Sister's kids dug out of the Avalanche in Wyoming,"
he said. "Lots of strange things showing up in her blood samples. We
intercepted them before the CDC got hold of them."
"Thank you Tribe I owe you one, well a bunch actually."
"I figure if you let me meet your friend from the Polar Ice Cap we'll be
even," he grinned. "Oh, one more thing. "Why is the Blackfoot Princess
shepherding those Super HET's to Alaska?"
"They are doing a favor for the Warrior Society," I admitted.
"That's what we thought. Do they need any help? Old Elk and our sisters
husband are really good friends of a lot of my drivers."
"Stephanie," interrupted Rita in the middle of our secure communication.
"I would very much like to meet with Tribe. We are going to need his
help to collect certain things."
"When and where would you like to meet?" asked Tribe.
Suddenly he and I were in the secure hanger with Rita, and he looked
like a kid in a candy store.
She began listing everything that she planned to remove from Earths
hands. Among those things were people, mainly those with special
abilities, but also of the alien races who wished to leave. "They will
be gathered and transported off this planet by Intergalactic freeway."
"Then I'm going with them," I said. "No way am I going to chance those
weapons components falling into the wrong hands."
"Steph, you know that the second they discover Bravo Command has any
link to any of this you'll become a rogue just like us. Except they
won't be able to turn a blind eye to your involvement," stated Tribe.
Later the two sat aboard Wanderer as she cruised above the United
states. "How do you plan to get these others to leave?" Stephanie
finally asked.
"Most of the Humans are all members of the Tribes that have kept closest
to the ways of the Ash iwi', I will visit their Spirit Women in dreams.
They actually have a foretelling of these events," she chuckled again.
"It is the story of the 'Three Sisters, the Warrior, the Teacher and the
Mover'."
"My great, great grandma Nada used to tell us that story. It was one of
Sitting Bull's foretelling's."
"It was an incomplete story," she said. "There is a fourth sister, the
Peace Keeper, and Bride of the Spirit Warrior. Sitting Bull's
foretelling was handed down to the Seven Nations by the Ash iwi before
they disappeared."
After a little more discussion we dropped Tribe off at his Central
Command.
It was once my sisters Family reached the missing Tooiik bridge that I
was introduced to Drew Correll. He was going to personally deliver the
invitation to my Sister Missy.
Having prior knowledge of the Six trailers before they were delivered,
it was easy to have my own teams in place to insure the right people
were allowed to retrieve them. Jerome and Link took personal charge of
those teams. But I left it to Melody as to when to give the word to
begin the next phase. I wanted those containers safely on their way to
their destination with no way to stop them before we had to show our
hand to the world.
A lot of planning had gone into Operation Northern Lights. The biggest
and probably best part was that they weren't taking entire devices, just
certain key components that couldn't be replaced without the originals
that were being removed as well as all information on the manufacturing
process.
It would be interesting to see how the worlds super powers coped without
their Arsenals of nuclear weapons or their power plants. Rita had
assured her that once the convoys cleared the toll booths there would be
only six months of nuclear power left in the huge power plants. After
that they would dependent on the water turbines, and windmill farms. Of
course the toll booths themselves would tap into the power grid to drain
off their own excess energy. The seven nations would not lose power like
everyone else.
"How is that going to affect my bases?" Tribe asked during the planning
session.
"Tribe, all of your Bases are tied into the Power grids. Your central
base will have control of which ones get the power," assured Rita. "I
will inform the world governments once the stolen technology is safe."
"They will try to take control of what we have," warned Tribe.
"Oh I'm sure they will, but they will not get past the Shields that will
protect the new nations that will rise in our wake."
"Tribe, you aren't going with us?" I suddenly realized.
"Someone has to stay behind to guide those who don't understand, and to
protect those who need protecting that will be left behind," he said.
"As in any war, there were always those who chose to stay behind, either
out of misguided belief that they would be safe as noncombatants or
simply because they no longer wished to move to safety."
"What happens to everyone else?" I asked. "Who is going to clear the
roads to keep things moving?"
"My teams will take care of that," answered Tribe. "They've wanted a
more active role in society. And I bet my counter parts around the world
feel the same way."
Suddenly everyone was in contact. Not by radio, but by face to face
instantaneous communication.
"Gentlemen, Ladies," I began. "You all know who I am." I waited for the
shocked voices to die down.
They grew loud again. "SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK!!!!" I yelled.
"That's better, now you all know my mission. We've helped each other in
the past, don't deny it." they all grew attentive. "I am about to
introduce to you a being who is going to change the courses of our
nations by removing the threat of mass destruction."
As I let Rita begin telling them her plan, I called the most trusted
Bravo team leaders in their areas.
"You are to make contact with the Alpha Alliance and assist each other
in securing the items that will be delivered to you by our friend the
Ice Cap. She will have others of her kind assisting her in doing this,
but you are to be sure everything is safely delivered to the exit point
in the desert. This is being called Operation Northern Lights." I let
that sink in. "And I need not tell you that anyone you do not fully
trust is to be excluded from any portion of this operation. Have your
families prepared to leave at a moment's notice, but you will not be
coming back to this planet any time soon."
"Ma'am," First Sergeant Heart got my attention.
"What is it Janell?"
"Are we taking the Red Limit Freeway?" she was holding a copy of the
book.
"We are shadowing a bunch of Semi's plus the Alliance has all of those
they drive, what do you think?" asked LT Mace
"Always good to know," answered Janell with a huge grin.
"I want all the primary drivers to assemble your vehicles in the VIP
hanger to begin the initial conversion process. See Sergeant Major
Powers for the coordination list."
I adjourned the meeting and went home to Top.
"My mother tells me that we're all going on a spirit journey together,"
he said as I walked through the door.
"Oh, did she say where too?" I tried to play coy.
"Stephanie, I told you before that I will follow you anywhere. Even out
across the stars." He said as he hefted me over his shoulder smacking my
ass with his bare hand before heading for our bedroom.
It wasn't just the Seven Nations of the great plains that Rita was
including in the Spirit Journey. There other tribes from across the
globe that had maintained the teachings of the ancients.
Those would follow in the months to come, each making their own journey.
There were Aborigine's from Australia, tribes from Africa, Alaska,
Siberia, South America, and South East Asia. All holding to the old
customs and ways. Each leaving in turn, bound for their own
destinations.
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