Leslie
Josette Gill
RELIC
Started 9/22/01
By LJG
Chapter 11
Identification and Battle.
Things are Getting Hairy!
The Sisters of punishment and
strife were well on their way to Earth.
I was taking a very badly
needed break. I was monitoring my people, doing little bits of humanitarian
projects, and just in general helping folks all over the world.
I was going home at night for
the first time in 6 months. I figured that I was going to be able to have
another week for do Gooding and just being who I was.
My little Monk friends were
buzzing around. They really believed that they would be under direct attack.
My bunker became the storage place for many of their most beloved objects. I
even had the most prized book of the Ancients, in my cave home. It was well
protected.
They believed that religious
orders would sustain much damage. I didn’t understand why, but they did. Who
was I to stop them?
One week later, sensors in
TS1 and sensors on the ground went nuts. My detection equipment had picked up
a fast moving object, entering our planet space. They had been seen coming
around the moon. We did nothing. We didn’t know if they were monitoring us,
and it was a small ship. We just tracked it and let it land. I observed it
from much distance. The occupants were indeed strange. My observation ended
when they just disappeared.
We continued to monitor, as
we didn’t know what in the hell to expect.
Outside the City of New
Orleans, a little boatload of nuns came ashore. From a distance, they didn’t
look that threatening. They came ashore. Once they were on land, they started
walking toward a center of sin, famous to our world, Bourbon Street.
Jason was a street performer
on Bourbon Street. He did the mime bit. He had seen strange things in his 5
years of doing this for money. The site he was seeing was absolutely the
strangest. There in front of him were 5 Latex Nuns. They were classically
dressed as nuns, but in total latex. They had crosses and were every bit
looking and acting like normal nuns, except for the little fact that they were
totally in Latex. Yes, shiny latex!
The Nuns were being stared
at. They didn’t understand. They were in the uniform of Earth’s
righteousness. Why did they get catcalls and illicit requests? One even had
pulled their hood off to expose the bright PINK hair. That was totally the end
of any respect that this group could get. So the Mistress of Punishment
decided that the situation was hopeless. They started lowering the crosses
they held and started leveling the people on the streets.
I was called on the accursed
cell phone and notified that there were strange reports of chaos in New
Orleans. I walked out of my cave, and materialized on Royal Street. I hovered
and saw what was happening.
Nuns?
On Bourbon street?
With particle weapons?
Killing people?
I wasn’t a genius, but this
meant one thing… Aliens!
The particle weapons were a
threat to me if I took a direct hit. But, Relic could destroy the weapons if I
could get close enough.
I approached one of the group
quietly and Relic destroyed the particle weapon disguised as a cross with one
blow. It exploded in the Latex Nuns hands and destroyed her. I shifted into a
form similar to the nun that had just been destroyed.
I approached the next nun.
She turned around and saw me, looked puzzled and asked where my weapon was.
Relic appeared and destroyed her and her weapon.
The third was as easy as the
second.
But the Forth had seen me
coming. I got close but she turned and aimed that thing at me. I moved
quickly out of the way and appeared behind her. (They didn’t know that I could
shift and materialize in other places.) I destroyed her from the rear. Relic
had no problem slicing through both her body and the weapon.
The mistress of Punishment
was a little smarter. She had been watching me work. I had no choice but to
expose myself in battle. She started to run back to her ship. I moved into
her path and she grabbed a hostage right away. I was confused as to why she
grabbed an outrageous drag queen, in high heels and wig dangling in the
breeze. I didn’t care who she had grabbed, innocents were innocents. The
cross was aimed directly at her victim and I just couldn’t get that close. I
went airborne and was looking for where she was heading. It didn’t take long to
figure out just what was going on. Their little boat / ship was docked in
port, and she was making a beeline straight for it. I found it amazing that
she could run as well as she could in 8-inch spike platforms. (It must have
been the fetish thing.)
I have to admit that I was
seriously confused as to why aliens would do this. This was major fetish
wear. I had forgotten that I was dressed the same way and shifted back to my
glorious self.
I entered the little ship and
soon discovered that nothing was, as it seemed.
I found a place to hide and
waited.
The drag queen was killed
along the way. I could do nothing about the death. But, I could stop this
madness. When she entered the ship, I took a calculated swing and I knocked
the cross out of her hands. It blew up when its power source was ruptured.
She looked at me and dropped down into a fighting stance. I was not one to use
overkill, so I put Relic away and went into hand-to-hand combat with this
“Nun”.
She was tough, but I was fast
and strong. She didn’t have a chance. I had her pinned and beat. I set her
down, tied her up, and made sure she was somewhat controlled. I set out to
have a look at this little ship.
My foe started making verbal
commands and I quickly gagged her with one of her own appliances. I went over
to a computer display and had just stopped her from destroying the ship. Phew,
that was just too close. So, I decided to quietly take this ship to my
operation center and have a good close look at it.
My cell phone was encrypted
and I knew I was being monitored. But, This was an urgent call. “Can you open
the warehouse up and prepare for incoming?”
“How big?”
“Looks like 100 meters by 40
meters.”
“It will just fit. Ready in
5 minutes.”
I hung up and went over to my
captive. I was really curious just how far these Latex nuns had taken the
costume. I lifted her skirts and found latex stockings and garters. I found
one hell of a heavy latex corset. I found no bra. She was bare breasted under
the costume. I lowered the cowl of the habit and found the unusual Pink hair.
My phone rang again.
“Ready now”.
I moved away from the
Mistress of Punishment and started spinning. It was going to take quite a bit
of power to move this little ship to the central warehouse. I was also making
a little show for my captive.
In my central warehouse,
outside Atlanta, appeared what looked like a small passenger liner. It even
had what looked like propellers. My teams went straight to work.
My captive was taken into the
complex. We scanned her and removed anything that looked like electronic or
had a power signature. I found several devices and took them. She remained
gagged until we had taken the devices away from her reach.
I engaged her and she started
screaming and crying. It sounded like prayer. I was confused. I did not harm
her. I just tried to talk to her.
“Evil one, you will die
soon.”
“Why do you think of us as
evil?”
“Just look at your society.
You are adulterers and murderers. Your sins are great and you are becoming a
threat.”
“Why did you come here
dressed as a latex nun?”
“Latex nun?”
“I laughed. You don’t know?”
“NO”
“You entered our world as
someone who mocks all things religious. A Latex nun is one who is the most
immoral. They participate in all things sexual and are especially into Bondage
and S and M. You picked something so bizarre that we thought you were some
kind of freak show.”
“Oh my Lord of Lords, Master
of Masters, I have truly made a mistake. What have I done?”
“You killed many people
tonight. You have become the very thing you were fighting. In so many words,
you screwed up.”
I didn’t ask her any more
questions. I had demoralized her enough. I left her very well secured in a
special holding cell. It was comfortable, but there was no way you could hurt
yourself or anyone else. I had erected a dampening field, much like one of my
anti-grav units in reverse. Anyone in the cell could not touch the walls or
floors. You were stuck in the middle of the cell, floating. The cell was
small enough that you just had enough room to float in the center and not touch
anything else. She wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything soon.
My people were taking the
ship apart and looking at the drives and weapons. We soon had an idea just
what we were fighting. The punishment chamber was of much interest to our
socialist. It was a complete modern chamber with many interesting devices.
You could induce pain, while keeping the victim alive. But the restraints were
indeed weird. Must have been used for aliens.
The computer database was
equally weird. My teams were trying to decipher it. I had just been informed
that they had cracked it when the military drove up and walked in.
“Why did you not tell us you
had this?”
“We were sure you would show
up, so we just started our job and gathered what information we could. Time is
of the essence. Your people are welcome. Just pitch in. In the meantime,
here is what we have already.”
This ground commander was
pissed, but was cooperating. Must have been some kind of order from higher
up.
In so many words, this was a
crusading race. We were a conquest. That explained why the latex nun was
freaking out. My information was almost complete. The main forces of the
crusaders were a week away. Time was almost up.
The particle weapons were a
force to be reckoned with. The military and my people had figured out a way to
stop large-scale weapons. But the secret was to direct their fire to a
specific place. Otherwise, destruction would be complete.
I came up with a bold idea.
I gathered several of my TS friends and looked at them. There were a couple of
girls who closely resembled some of the Latex nuns I had killed. I shifted
into the form of the Mistress of Punishment. I was Pink haired and covered in
latex. Several of my people had to do some rapid buying to get costumes
similar to the alien costumes. While waiting, all got a serious bleach job and
a “Pinking” of their hair. We were going to go back to the mother ship and try
to distract them.
I went to the original Nun
and carefully lead her out of the cell. She saw how I was dressed and
instantly figured out what I was about to do.
“Evil one, you will die in
your attempt to stop us.”
I looked into her eyes
carefully. This was an Alien and I had no idea what their capabilities were.
I saw things. I felt
things. I carefully looked at what I thought were her memories. I was
careful. She didn’t know if she could tell what I was doing. After carefully
poking around, I found that they were much like us, just technically more
equipped for space travel and had more advanced weaponry.
Just as I was finished, I
heard explosions. Someone had touched something that they shouldn’t. A signal
had been sent. Things were going wrong quickly.
My captive started laughing.
She snarled at me and cursed me again. “You fools, do you think we would let
you steal our sciences? My ship was programmed to self-destruct if I didn’t
utter a command before so much time. You took my communications devices and
that prevented me from starting the self-destruction sooner, but it was going
to be inevitable with out the devices. Your fate is sealed.
I put her back into the cell
and went to the control room.
“We have lost 20 people.”
I screamed and ran into the
carnage. I bent down and touched those I could see. There, my special gift
took over and I started healing the dead and injured. I found each of them,
some in pieces, and literally put them back together. I could only think of my
people and the military personnel on the site. I was observed doing this,
while dressed as one of those damn Latex nuns. I had completely forgot what I
was wearing and how I appeared. I suddenly realized how I looked and shifted
back to my old self.
Several witnesses saw this
and saw me put bits and pieces together and bring the person back to life. It
was too much for some, while others just starred in disbelief. I had not
realized what I had done until after much of it was over. I had a couple of
pre-op transsexuals in this group of disfigured dead, and when I reconstructed
them, they were indeed all female. I had no idea consciously what I had done,
but what ever it was, the girls were alive, and whole. I would have to deal
with this after all the attacks were over.
The ship was gone. But the
data that was being collected was in the storage computers off site. My people
were in shock, but most were alive.
I had to get them back going
again. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I shook the building. “Everyone
listen to me!”
Windows exploded. I had
their attention.
“I need all of you to put
aside what you just experienced and I need your help. We need to get back to
work. The end of the world is coming and we have no time. Get back to your
centers and put together what you observed in the ship. I don’t care just how
small your details were. We have little time. We have to gather our
information and prepare. The battle of our lives is near!”
My little group of freshly
dressed latex nuns dropped behind me and we headed to the control center. I
reached into the cell that held our captive and snatched her up and transported
everyone to the best alien facility on planet earth… Area 51.
We were indeed a strange
site. I in all my glory, followed by 4 Latex nuns, with me carrying a Latex
nun over my shoulder, just casually walked up to the main gate of Area 51. The
military commander was freaking out.
“Call the president and get
me in. This is an alien from the attacking force, approaching earth. We have
no time, I need you to do a biology workup on this one and find out what you
can. We don’t have time for protocols. Just do this.”
The President called me on
the little cell phone I had forgotten was attached to a garter.
“Yes?”
“Relic, you know how to stir
shit, don’t you?”
“Yessir, I seem to. I have
one of the aliens and I need your people to do a workup on her. Time is
running out. We will soon be under attack. I think we have a defense against
the particle weapons, but I don’t know what else we have to face. Please do
this.”
“Let me talk to the
commander.”
I handed the phone to the
commander and it took only a couple of seconds. He opened the door; a group of
MP’s came out and took the Mistress of Punishment, and went back into the
depths of Area 51. We got the hell out of there and went back to my Atlanta
control center. I would trust the military and hoped they would get the
information to us as soon as they could. I didn’t know if they were like us or
not.
Things were beginning to get
hairy.
The lead forces of the
righteous were attacking. We were unable to fight these forces because our
conventional weapons were not fast enough. My anti-grav equipped vehicles were
faster and succeeding in battle where a normal fighter couldn’t. But, we
didn’t have enough. Earth was taking damage. All over the world, the enemy
forces were destroying landmarks and buildings. They were destroying dams and
lakes. They were just in general, kicking our ass. We needed a break. I
could feel the pressure. I didn’t know what to do. I ran to my retired
generals. I needed their help, seriously. Michael was my savior.
“Times like this separates
the men from the boys, err.. aahhem, so to speak,” As he stared at me.
“Look, you have to take what
you know and make a decision. You cannot dwell on what you can and can’t do.
You can’t think about what are consequences of each action. You have to do
something. Indecision is just as bad as any mistake. You know the facts. You
know your enemy. You know where the control and communications center is.
Take it out.”
That was it! I shifted into
the Mistress of Punishment, in all her faded glory and headed out to space. I
hoped that I had enough information to pass as what I appeared.
I found the leader’s ship. I
found the control center and quietly appeared just outside. I had the Mistress
of Punishments electronics and the ship systems recognized them and opened the
doors.
“Glorious leader, I have
returned!”
“You dare return here? You
have failed me miserably. You allowed yourself to be captured by the evil
ones. You are a disgrace to our way of life. How dare you come back! Guards,
Seize this dishonorable one!”
At least I was in.
I raised my arms in a
dramatic way, Screamed, and produced Relic. I shifted into my glorious self
and struck the Righteous leader and took his head, pink hair and all, off at
the neck.
Everything stopped on the
bridge of the control center. The guards froze in horror. One of them
regained his composure and attacked me. I sliced into his weapon, like I had
taken the Latex nun’s weapons, and it blew up in his hands. It literally took
out the other guy before he realized what had happened too. I was now being
attacked by troops on the bridge. When it was over, I was covered in Alien
blood. I was burned and bruised.
The forces attacking earth
continued. They had not stopped. I had to stop this and quickly. Earth was
being destroyed and it would soon be complete.
I found the main
communications center and took Relic and started slicing. I started slashing.
I went into the bulkhead and started opening the main bulkheads. I found power
sources and started slicing. I was doing what I could with Relic. I also
picked up one of the alien weapons and started shooting as I was slicing. I
used up the energy of the weapon and picked up another one. I was deep in the
bowels of the main ship and found the main power generators. I shot and I
sliced. I finally found the nerve, and explosions were growing bigger. I
teleported myself, mindlessly, outside the ship. I was in space, between the
moon and earth, and watched the main ship explode. It was as great an
explosion as a 100-megaton bomb. The shockwaves kicked me backwards. I was
literally blown to the surface of the moon.
The shockwaves from the
explosions were destroying the other ships in the fleet. I had inadvertently
set off their destruction. Only the small craft in earth orbit or in
atmosphere were left. The explosion from the main ship did do some damage on
earth, and in of itself, was a cataclysm. But, Earth was still in one piece.
We could be in worse shape. If the particle weapons on the main ship had
fired, Earth would be dead.
I still had one ship capable
of doing damage. I had to get to it and stop it. Unfortunately, it had
started firing its particle weapon. There is where I was most proud of my
people.
The ship had made the mistake
of picking one of our trap targets. The design the staff had come up with,
took a beam at an angle and reflected it through the original source in a
stroke. If it tried to reflect the beam directly, it could not sustain the
reflection. The energy was too great. By sweeping through the shot, it
allowed heat distribution and struck the source.
The attacking ship did not
expect its own beam to be returned and had no defense against such a ricochet.
It was all over after the second ship was destroyed. The little ships, still
doing damage, stopped and got the hell out of earth orbit. My anti-grav
equipped ships were picking off all that were left. We had won the battle.
Earth had survived.
Area 51 found that the aliens
were much like us and were in fact capable of being affected by the same things
we were. But like other science fiction stories, didn’t have the immune
systems we did. The Mistress of Punishment would soon contract diseases; her
system was not capable of fighting off. How do you inoculate someone from the
common cold?
She would soon face a
horrible death. There was nothing anyone could do.
I had to now go back to earth
and start to help clean up.
I returned to my operations
center first. It lay in ruins. My people were milling around. I went and
found all my key people. I made the decision. I found all the injured and
dead and touched them. I healed and restored as many as I could find. There
were some that were hopeless. They were burned to ash. I soon found that
there were so many dead, so many dying that I could not help them all. I felt
my strength going. I went to the only place I had where I could rest and
regroup. It was still there! The monks were intact. The monastery was
damaged, but not destroyed.
I went to the caves. There,
the monks were assembled, waiting for me. I entered the cave, covered in
blood, bruised and hurt. I had just enough energy to get to my bed, in my
little motor home and lay down.
I slept.
I had saved earth today.
What would tomorrow bring?
Continued in Part 12 of Relic