naval drop soldiers on their population centers. My brother will lead the drop forces. Once they have everyone under control, have them take one member of each household and have public executions.”
“Sir, that will probably kill over 20 percent of their population; what if they don’t resist and surrender?”
“You have my orders. Make sure they’re followed.”
“Yes sir.”
“I’m taking the rest of the fleet and going to eliminate the Grendap. I expect you to have everything done as I’ve ordered by the time I return with the rest of the fleet. That’s all.”
On the fifth planet circling Ross’s companion star, the governor had received a notice from Earth that the Alliance was going to occupy all of humanity’s planets. He was advised to follow any instructions given him by the occupation force and to be patient while Earth tried to work out a political solution. He was advised that they should arrive in five more weeks. His general secretary came in and said, “Governor, we have a Cainth war fleet just dropping out of star drive and ordering us to ground all space ships. They will be here in ten hours to begin our occupation.”
The governor looked sick and said, “Get Earth Directorate on a com channel, set up recorders in all major cities and have them automatically beam to the Directorate, and then get all the major news channels so I can notify our population what is happening and instruct them to follow all of the Alliance instructions.”
“Yes sir.”
The Cainth fleet arrived and parked overhead, and then started landing maneuvers for the occupying forces. The Alliance soldiers were greeted at each settlement, and each leader surrendered their city formally to them. The soldiers took up strategic positions with heavy weapons and then started going house to house, taking one family member under arrest out of each house. Once every household had a member taken prisoner, the prisoners were gathered up and marched into the middle of each town and surrounded by heavy weapon floaters. Suddenly, the military vehicles opened fire and cut down the civilians with heavy laser fire. They continued to fire long after they were all dead.
“Director, is this what the Alliance calls occupation?” the governor asked Earth’s Director on a com hidden from the Alliance landing forces.
Director Misty Nicole could barely restrain herself. “It appears that’s the case. Try to be patient; we’ll get help to you as soon as possible.” Director Nicole then turned to her staff manager and said, “I want a copy of this recording sent to the Alliance State Leaders’ office, asking why our people were murdered after offering no resistance. Further, inquire if this is standard occupation procedure. Then get the general staff together for a meeting one hour from now. If it’s war they want, that’s what they’ll get.”
“Tag, are you open for a communication?”
“Hi, Atlas. Sure, I’m always open for you.”
“I want to share some recordings I’ve done of recent Alliance activity. I think you need to share them with your superiors.” Immediately Tag began seeing the murder of the Ross civilians. He saw afterward how the remaining population was gathered up and marched to concentration centers; they were beaten as they were marched in. Even babies and small children were hit with electric batons. “Oh my God,” Tag said.
“There’s more,” said Atlas. Tag then saw Alliance ships bombarding a planet, destroying every population center. There were military floaters strafing families that were running to escape. Everywhere was total devastation.
“What are they doing?” Tag asked in anguish.
“This planet, like yours, fell on the one line of origin that the Alliance was able to detect when I set off my tone. They are being made the scapegoat for that tone.”
“It’s my fault,” said Tag.
“No, it’s my maker’s fault for building the communication tones in all of their constructions. But for that, this race and yours would go peacefully on their way. I have eliminated the tone from all other artifacts in this universe. No race will have this happen again.”
“Perhaps, but it was me touching your former master that started all this. I feel sick to my soul. Could you send a copy of this to the director’s office without them knowing it came from you?”
“Certainly; it’s done. I see you’ve been meeting with the other members of the Special Forces.”
“Yes. They have been able to sense me over the years because of my psychic gifts. They finally located me and sent for me to be brought to them but I escaped after the attack on Danielle and I couldn’t be found after that. I’ve been meeting with them for the last two days, and they have given me the task of advising the Directorate. I don’t have a clue why they think I can help, but they insist that their gifts show that I’m important to Earth’s survival. I’ve learned not to question psychic gifts. They have seen a remarkable rise in the number of humans with psychic skills. They don’t know if this is the next step in our evolution, but they can see psychic auras appearing in every city. They say that mine is the strongest they have seen. So here I am. I’ve been asked to attend a meeting of the general military staff within the next hour, and I don’t have any idea why.”
“Perhaps it will come to you.”
“Atlas, do I sense you smiling? Do you have emotions? That felt like you were almost laughing at me.”
“Wait and see, Tag. Danielle is looking for you.”
“Tag, where are you?” his com said.
“Boy, he’s good,” Tag thought and then lifted his com and said, “I’m in front of the main library in midtown.”
Danielle replied, “I’m coming to pick you up. The Director requests your presence for a few moments prior to the start of the staff meeting.”
“I’ll be here waiting.”
Danielle dropped the floater next to Tag with all of its security lights flashing, letting other traffic such as fire trucks and ambulances know that they should get out of the way. He boarded, gave her a quick kiss, and said, “How are the wedding plan coming along?”
“Since you hired that agency to handle all the details, we’re finally making progress. I just have to approve or disapprove their suggestions. It’s so much easier.”
“Danielle, I want you there with me when I meet with the director.”
“Why?”
“You’re able to see the truth in situations and I need your insight. So come with me to the meeting.”
“Is that an order, oh special force leader, sir?”
“Only if you make me order it.”
Tag and Danielle walked into Director Nicole’s office. The director was talking on her com and raised her eyebrows. Tag said, “I need her to help me see clearly. I think she’ll be an asset to us.” The director nodded and motioned them to a sitting area. She then ended the call and walked over and gave them both a hug.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice. There are some issues I want to discuss with you before we start our meeting with the general staff. As you well know, the Alliance is coming to occupy our planet because of the Alfont tone they tracked. You’ve seen the recordings of what Cainth occupation looks like. The Alliance has an ingrained fear of Alfont technology that dates back to their formation more than two thousand years ago when one race almost subjugated them all. It was a bloody war and at its conclusion, the victors agreed that any race that discovered Alfont artifacts would be destroyed.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Tag asked.
Danielle said, “Because we have Alfont technology.”
The director looked stunned. “How do you know that?”
“From the way you were describing the Alliance’s fear.”
“Well, you’re right.”
“What?” Tag said. “When did we ever uncover Alfont technology?”
“We didn’t, Tag. The last race destroyed by the Alliance was the Procians. They were a peaceful race that lived just outside our twenty-light-year limit, and we had entered into mutual trade agreements. After their civilization was blasted into dust, one of their small ships showed up at our Jupiter outpost requesting a meeting with the director. One of my predecessors went out and met them. They had the piece of Alfont technology they had accidentally uncovered contained in a glass globe. They asked us to take it and someday avenge their race. We told them that we were not a vengeful people and their response was prophetic. They said, ‘Neither were we.’”
