An Alien Rescue (12 page)

The commander turned and left the room. She had to be decontaminated and was on her way to the appropriate station. Belinda placed a hand on Scott’s broad shoulders, saying, “I need to know the entire story, everything that happened between here and Earth when you were returned. It needs to be documented in every detail. You must include the entire journey back to earth, including things you may regard as insignificant. Scott carried out her instruction to the very smallest detail, including the scotch and soda with ice, the apprehension by the Grey vessel and their hailed demands. Belinda listened in astonishment when he explained how he turned their own little ship around and took the battle back to the Greys,
with good old-fashioned military grit. They were fighting for their survival, she thought, and they could have died fighting too. Belinda knew there had to be something extraordinary about Scott for the Council to approve his selection, and now she understood their reasoning. He finally explained the huge ship’s destruction in colourful detail, adding his fears for the crew’s fate. Belinda felt his compassion within the uttered words, she didn’t need to read his mind to know it.

His last words described him making love to Frell, eventually taking her from behind. Belinda’s mouth
fell open as she listened. He wasn’t just recounting the experience in words, but also in pictures, which she was watching. She was speechless.

Scott’s report of the events was at an end, but Belinda remained motionless and silent. Her eyes were looking at Scott with unseeing eyes. Her complete attention was captured by the vision of Frell and Scott, and so was that of the other females on board the ship. Scott couldn’t control his telepathic thoughts yet, or the strength with which they were sent out, almost like shouting
at the top of his voice instead of whispering. His thoughts were like a deafening roar to those closest. Just like the previous time on board the Mothership, when Scott and Frell made love in her quarters, she released a long scream of ecstasy with almost every female on board hearing her. This was the beginning of the rumours concerning Scott’s sexual exploits, which have continued through to the present moment. After this new outburst from his mind, the living legend of Scott has just reached new and incredible heights. How the others were going to react to the pictures and sounds of Scott making love to Frell in the way they had was going to be very interesting, to say the least!

Looking into her glazed eyes, he quietly asked, “Belinda, are you alright? Are you okay?” He was unsure if she was communicating with anyone as he remembered Frell standing very still and quiet wh
en she did. His questioning words were quietly asked just in case she was in conversation and didn’t want to disturb her. It might be important.

Belinda blinked once, twice, before her pupils seemed to acknowledge his presence. A small tear appeared in the corner of one eye, making Scott feel protective and concerned.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, wondering if he had said or done something to make her sad.

She exhaled her held breath with a
loud gasp; she hadn’t experienced anything like it in her life. Her closeness to Scott while he had been shouting his recollected memories had affected her in a way she couldn’t begin to comprehend. The visions of destruction and the assured demise of the attacking crew were bad enough, but the experience of lovemaking had left her feeling drained and incapable of movement. She had become all hot and sweaty, practically shaking from head to toe. She felt as if they had just made love and was on the point of having an orgasm.

Scott waited briefly before taking her clammy hands into his, feeling her shake. She slowly looked down at his supporting grip, before managing to recollect her thoughts and controlling her mixed feelings. The Mothership’s female crew had been affected in a similar way, including Patricia. She was undergoing the decontamination procedure when Scott’s feelings reached out and engulfed her. She had to sit down before collapsing onto the room’s foggy floor, unable to stand while the experience was transmitted. She gently writhed to the feelings shared by Frell and Scott, taken over by the physical sensations of sex in all its glorious physical detail. All the ship’s workstations were affected, even the decontamination controllers who were supposedly monitoring their commander while she was cleansed. If the process hadn’t been automatically controlled, Patricia would also have been completely purged of the symbiotic bacteria within her body, which would have caused her severe health problems… or worse.

Practically every female had to sit or lie down, wherever they were. As soon as Phyllis felt the excitement rushing through her, she instantly knew what was happening and who was responsible as her thoughts picked up the telepathy. Her legs practically gave way as she struggled to maintain her stance, gripping the back of a chair to help keep her balance. She had never experienced sensations like these before; they were deep, full of meaning and primitive desire, her body and mind collapsing into sexual turmoil. Those members of the Mothership’s crew who had been sleeping weren’t spared the effects either; they would remember the best dream of their life when they awakened, wondering why their bedding was wet and in such disarray.

Scott was completely unaware of what he had done, he just couldn’t understand or realise how powerful his thoughts were. He smiled as he finished his story, remembering the last time he saw Frell, wondering when he would see her again.

Earth’s thin veneer of atmosphere was brown and filthy with
toxic pollutants and carbon, giving the once-upon-a-time blue sheen a much darker and sinister shade than its previous colour when viewed from afar. The Grey ship entered the outer limits of its target planet, unseen and without human knowledge. Military radar systems missed this event because it just wasn’t designed to detect an alien ship that could absorb energy from external sources, unless the system was deactivated or faulty. No signal would rebound from its structure and no signature was transmitted. Earth’s search for extraterrestrial life was a non-starter, even though there were many comings and goings all around the globe.

The Atlantic Ocean loomed below the descending craft, the drifting clouds gave it an unbroken, frosted appearance from above. With the continent of South America indicated to one side of its trajectory, the ship carrying the two frozen bodies of Frell and Drang levelled out from its almost vertical dive before dipping downwards at a more gentle angle. The secret base was ready for the new arrivals, forewarned there might be a plan in operation to rescue them in the near future. Security had been tightened and all human craft within several hundred miles of the base were being monitored and plotted for possible interception, should the Greys suspicions be alerted.

The triangular ship was blacker than night with no outside indications to suggest which species it belonged to. It entered the water pointed nose first, the tremendous force field pushing the sea out of its way with an enormous splash. The field enabled the ship to travel extremely quickly through the water, in exactly the same way when journeying through space. The field’s energy produced no drag as the water molecules were swept to one side with a frictionless sweep, but it’s journey generated a powerful shockwave that surged through the sea for some considerable distance before waning. The ship moved silently and quickly, heading south towards the only Grey base left on Earth.

There was a time when there had been several bases, but as the human population expanded with technological advancements leaping ahead, the bases had to be shutdown. All traces of another existence were removed. Exactly the same procedure had to be carried out on the moon and Mars in later years. One such base on Earth had been prematurely destroyed by the forces of nature; a tragedy of unequalled proportions. The destroyed base was situated close to the centre of the Atlantic, an island thought to be so far from the continents that bordered the ocean it would be safe and inaccessible to humans for many centuries. The mid-Atlantic ridge had ripped itself apart with a suddenness that was completely unexpected, with eruptions exploding from a long line of undersea volcanoes. The blasts tore the heart from the island’s foundations, forcing it to sink to the ocean’s murky depths as it broke apart. The end product was a small island group called the Azores. A fable had grown from the mid-Atlantic island’s disappearance, with the tale becoming one of the oldest mysteries to question and stretch many human minds and imaginations. Atlantis was gone but not forgotten.

The ship continued its journey through freezing cold and salty seawater. The surge didn’t show at the surface but could be felt beneath the waves. A migrating school of whales just happened to be within range of the surge as the speeding ship passed by. The family’s lengthy and melodic communicating calls were punctuated by the painful and dying cry from one of the males. His blubber-lined and krill filled belly was split wide open as the force hit him square on. The sharp edge of energy had punched a gaping hole along the whale’s body length, slashing his heart out with the force of a thousand sharp knives. The surrounding water turned red in an instant and the cry of pain lasted only seconds, fading to a quick silence with the certainty of death. The unconcerned ship continued to push its way forward and deeper towards its goal, well aware and uncaring of the chaos created by its lethal progress. The base was monitoring the ship’s movement and was ready for its timed arrival. All visiting species knew that whales were extremely intelligent, although limited in their physical capabilities by their bulk and lack of manipulator limbs. Evolution had indeed been cruel to such an intelligent animal, especially when they could have done much more to help themselves and others, if only they could communicate. Their calls for mercy to the whaling ships always went unheeded. The little two-legged creatures that lived on the backs of the floating noisy islands completely ignored their pleas for clemency. This was how they saw humankind, as an animal species that wasn’t bothered or hindered by the terrible pain and the suffering they caused. All of this made whales fear for their safety, their lives, their children and their questionable future.

The arrival of the cryogenic prisoners was expected soon, with two cells prepared for their arrival. Two human corpses were ejected into the ocean’s depths to make room for the two new arrivals; humans would never know of their sad demise. Hungry fish would not be long in devouring the squalid flesh and the cold seawater would quickly dissolve the bones. The Greys had never shown any respect for the bodies of those they had kidnapped, and they never would. The two ejected individuals were originally lifted from a ship named,
The Marie Celeste
, a brigantine trader and frequent traveller across the Atlantic. It was another of those famous mysteries, where the ship was found in full sail without a crew; even the ship’s cat was missing. The Greys had taken every living thing for their own purposeful ends, including the rats. The cargo was intact, every last bale of cotton and barrel of illicit brandy and whiskey was accounted for. The dinner table was laid and the galley was cooking. The ship wasn’t giving anything away and its secrets were never to be told… or guessed.

The Grey ship approached its destination, a deep hollow in the plain of a submerged basin deep within an abyssal plain between the coasts of South America and Africa. The planet’s military alliances weren’t too active in this region so the comings and goings of extraterrestrial spacecraft wouldn’t normally be a risk.

An encrusted and heavy door slid open with the course sound of grinding emanating from its sand-filled runners, lost in the engulfing pressure of the deep seawater. The door’s motion caused a cloud of red clay and sea-ooze to spread upwards like a murky explosion. The black ship gradually descended towards the seabed and the open entrance. The ship didn’t lose any momentum as it sped through the doorway into a chamber big enough to hold several large cathedrals. It came to an abrupt halt as it rotated, settling onto a cradle that rose to meet its underside, taking the ship’s weight as if it weighed nothing more than a feather.

The chamber was pumped dry
and vented before the ship’s large access door opened from its belly. Two capsules were lowered from the cargo deck, both covered in a fine layer of frost and ice. Each unit was carefully manoeuvred towards the cryogenic storage facility, where both would remain as bait for the Greys next intended victim. Scott couldn’t possibly imagine what horrors might await him as the two recently emptied spaces received their latest guests.

Patricia unsteadily stepped through the door as it opened. She plucked her suit from its hook, briefly hesitating before wearing it. While resting with her back against the wall as her chest heaved in time to her breathing, she held the suit firmly in one hand. With one last and final deep breath, she released a long and wanting sigh, feeling the stress of the exhalation. Her mind was concentrating on Scott, with the imagined sensation of his strong grip and sexy movements firmly set and working within her postulating mind.

Belinda ushered Scott to his quarters, the same apartment he had shared with Frell. His eyes were wide and searching for recognisable features as he entered. He recalled the picture on the far shelf, a movie type photo of his newest offspring. Alas, the shelf was empty as he recalled the scene. He felt like asking if it was possible to see the picture again, but decided not to as his logic suggested it might be a bad idea. If he was meant to see the picture again, he considered, or to know that the child even existed, the picture would have been left for him to see. The furniture and the sparse decoration of his new surroundings captured his attention. The past memory kicked-in with the sounds of Frell making clattering sounds from within the supposed kitchen while he spotted the picture of the infant. His mind shot back to reality and his latest objective - the mission to rescue his absent lover and Drang, her pilot.

“Belinda,” he asked. “Do you think they’re still alive?”

She couldn’t help looking forlorn as she searched her face for an answer, making Scott think bad news
was about to unfold.

“Scott,” she eventually replied, smiling. “If we didn’t believe they were still alive we wouldn’t have brought you here.”

He looked down while shuffling his feet, feeling both sorry and ashamed he’d asked the question. He was unable to fully understand and appreciate the implications involved; where two members of this off-world colony could possibly be kidnapped and stolen away to some ungodly place. He felt tiredness creeping up on him again, even though his senses assured him he had already slept for a substantial period of time. However, his eyes felt heavy and tiredness was pressing on his mind like an anvil might. With reddened eyes he looked to Belinda.

“If I don’t rescue the pair of them I’ll be damned!”

She turned her eyes to meet his, noticing how really blue/green they were. She recognised his senses were strained as his mind was running wild with all that was happening, knowing he needed her help as much as Frell needed his. There would come a time when he would be confronted with a technology he had no idea of and that was when she would need to take charge. Until then, she would provide Scott with as much assistance and information as she could.

A bed was made and Scott lay down. He had many questions to ask, but before a single word could be uttered his eyes glazed over and closed. He only meant to close them for the briefest of moments but tiredness and fatigue overtook him. With a slow exhalation of breath his dreams went back to a time where he was with Frell. Her voice whispered in his ear, asking him to help her. He wasn’t on Earth anymore, he was with her and she needed him so much. The memory of a blackened exploding spacecraft ripping itself apart before plummeting into the Earth’s atmosphere with sparks and streaks of lightning shooting across the heavens literally took his breath away. The concerned words of Frell calling his name resounded in his ears, over
and over again; until the voice didn’t sound like that of Frell any longer. He stirred and opened his eyes. It was Belinda, hovering over him like a worried hen caring for its chick.

“Scott, are you awake?” she asked, giving him a gentle shake.

“M-hmm, I am now, Frell.” Opening his eyes wider with a start, realising he had used the wrong name, he apologised.

“That’s all right,” Belinda assured him. “I’m pleased you dreamt of her. The sight of her in your mind will no doubt give you added strength and the memories you shared will accompany you.

“I’m sure they will, Belinda. If the vision I’ve just seen really was that of Frell, I can’t help but feel sorry for the Greys. And this goddamned time I
am
going to rip their bloody heads off for what they’ve done, with no exceptions.”

Belinda looked at him. He had said the words in as cool a way as if he was describing what he needed to wear, instead of destroying those who desired to intervene between him and his love. Somehow, she thought, the Greys hadn’t taken on board the idea or the concern they might be in for a whole lot of trouble. He had already caused the destruction of a galactic ship, something that had never happened before, and now his attention was drawn towards them again.

Scott reached over and took hold of a wrist. The glint in his eyes was different, they shouted cold vengeance and Grey revenge. “Belinda? He asked. “What would you say if I gave you a kiss?”

Her cheeks went bright red with embarrassment, a feeling she’d never experienced before. She couldn’t answer as her emotions were in
turmoil. As much as she wanted to feel his lips upon hers, she just couldn’t bring herself to let him know.

“A warm kiss to share the emotions of two special friends who are about to do battle; a small flutter of beating hearts to draw the minds and courage of two individuals together, both combining their different strengths and courage into one glorious body.”

“You are very poetic with your words, Scott. I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

Her eyes glistened with the prospect of kissing him, but not as a lover, only as an ally. They could share their feelings of going into battle against a foe so terrible and evil they would need to rely upon each other as much as possible. A chance to join with him in a kiss would seal their pact to victory… or death. She was aware of his unblinking eyes watching her, waiting for a response and any kind of an answer; but whatever it was, she would fight beside him in any way she could.

Her eyes closed as she bent over, her lips meeting his. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, a Frell kiss, as she came to think of it. His thoughts and memories of kissing Frell had been felt by all, including herself. She could feel the difference, and so could others on-board. Her feelings were running away, slipping through walls to the other women.

Patricia had managed to pull the coveralls on and now felt the latest sensations of Scott’s influence. Sitting down in her study chair she realised Scott would need to leave the ship soonest. It wasn’t just for sake of the other women on board. Oh no, it was for her
s.

Having washed in the shower that was,
Made on Earth
, as moulded into the cubicle door, he was fed with a crunchy cereal that gave him a rocket’s worth of energy. Feeling fully refreshed and refuelled, he climbed back on board the small ship that would carry him and Belinda toward Earth. Phyllis rushed out from a side door while still closing the front of her overalls. Scott thought he saw her bouncing breasts as the material magically closed towards the base of her chin, but wasn’t sure.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Phyllis apologised.

“It’s okay,” Scott assured her. “We couldn’t take off without our pilot so you wouldn’t have been left behind.”

He noticed her overalls sported the type of badge he recalled Drang wearing. A luminous triangle with a
very colourful snake; as eye-catching a badge as any could ever be.

“Aha, the fairest lady of the land comes forth to carry me away from this most dreaded of dungeons,” he said, trying to sound like Shakespeare on a good day. What he didn’t realise was he sounded like he was gibbering a load of garbage to Phyllis, who immediately stopped in her tracks. She wasn’t convinced Scott’s mind was as it should be. There was a possibility, she considered, that his brain had suffered some sort of seizure or collapse with the pressure inflicted upon it. She stood at the bottom of the gangway with an immense look of doubt written across her face in big bold capital letters.

Belinda telepathically asked her if anything was wrong. Phyllis replied with the worry that Scott was perhaps not well enough to go on this mission. The words of concern reached Scott’s own mind. They were crystal-clear and their meaning wasn’t lost in translation. He replied by telepathy, to everyone’s astonishment. He assured her the words he spoke were said in a humorous and romantic way to relieve them all of any anxiety they might have had. Belinda stood her ground wanting to believe him, needing to believe him. She had been fully briefed in almost every detail concerning Scott and their rescue mission, including his sometimes-awkward turns of phrase. Belinda said nothing, not a word. She waited to see what Phyllis would do or say following his explanation.

Scott carefully stepped back down the gangway and approached the silent wide-eyed pilot. Her blue eyes watched him as he approached, observing the body she thought she had enjoyed as his thoughts passed over to all in a physical way during his debrief. He raised a hand to one of her cheeks, brushing it softly with his fingertips.

“Phyllis,” he said. “You’re absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and you fly a UFO. What more could any man want in a woman?” he joked.

Phyllis thought this through, reciting his words within her head. She was still slightly confused by everything he said, unable to work out if he was sane or otherwise. Her logical mind shouted loudly he wouldn’t be on this mission unless he
was
fit.

Scott leaned forward and quickly planted a peck on one cheek. Belinda seemed to snap out of her daze with a start and a gasp.

“Was that a kiss?” she asked.

He placed a hand either side of her head and forced a big juicy smacker on her lips. It lasted about ten seconds, with his eyes closed and hers wide-open as his tongue touched hers. She appeared to struggle with the suddenness of it with her arms flapping wildly in the air.

He released her and said, “No, but that was!”

He licked his lips while she wiped her mouth with the back of one hand. He beamed a smile that lit up her face. Belinda felt a curious feeling having watched the drama.
Is this jealously
, she wondered?

Phyllis was stunned, swaying slightly on her feet and blinking her eyes as she tried to come to terms with what had just happened.

“Right,” she said, grinning like a loony. “That was a kiss. I always wondered.”

Scott saw the light in her eyes, a brilliance that wasn’t there before.

“C’mon,” he beckoned. “We’ve got somewhere to go.”

Phyllis smiled, understanding the reasons why Scott said the things he said. She could see he was as anxious as she was, but was able to dismiss it in ways that were strange to her. But now, she thought,
it is time
.

“Let
's go and get Frell and Drang, they’ll be waiting for us to bring them home!”

Phyllis walked past Scott, almost marching up the gangway towards the door. When she was about half way, she stopped and turned around.

“Hey, General, pick up your feet and get a grip. We have a job to do!”

Scott’s reaction was to release a loud laugh, saying, “That’s my girl. Let’s go and kick some Grey butt!”

She may have been confused and as baffled as ever by this latest statement, but it really sounded good, she thought, turning around to enter the ship with a look of butt-kicking confidence.

He rushed up and placed an arm around her shoulders, entering the ship as a team that was about to give someone a bloody good kicking they’ll never forget.