An Alien War

By Jorge Perez-Jara

AN ALIEN WAR – Lieutenant Colonel Myles Webb of the American Federated States Space Marines is once again caught between his loyalty to the AFS and the trust the aliens have placed upon him, but this time the stakes are higher. Since he is the only person that has full access to the Hee’Umana who now call Mars home, he alone knows of the danger humanity faces in the near future.
But since he dares not betray the aliens trust, he must also balance his responsibilities of being an AFS Space Marine and his role as Earth’s Ambassador. He alone knows why the aliens are in a hurry to increase their numbers and military strength. So now he must pressure all governments on Earth to enact the construction of a Terran Battle Fleet and the fortifying of the solar system without exposing what he knows.
Lieutenant Colonel Myles Webb may not know the full details of this unknown menace, but it is something that even frightens their current visitors to the solar system. The Hee’Umana is an alien race that knows all about war and is harden to face the unknown. Which Lt. Colonel Webb must ask why are they so preoccupied with this unforeseen force? He may not have all the answers, but he is determined to find them no matter where they take him. If Earth and humanity alike are in grave danger, he will do everything in his power to protect all that he cherishes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jorge Perez-Jara
• Release date: Feb 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465968906

Jorge Perez-Jara

Jorge L. Perez-Jara graduated from Mesa High School in Mesa, Arizona in 1986. After graduation, he attended Arizona State University and joined the United States Air Force shortly afterwards. He is a military Veteran who served during the 1990-91’ Gulf War “Desert Shield/Desert Storm” in the Middle East. He has traveled to many parts of the world, while he served in the U.S. Air Force and has experienced and done many things. While he served on Active Duty, he had the opportunity to interact with different people and cultures. He was Honorably Discharged and now enjoys spending his time writing and researching ancient cultures. His writings consist of personal experiences as well as Science Fiction.

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An Alien War

By

Jorge L. Perez-Jara

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Copyright © 2011 Jorge L. Perez-Jara

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 1

Lieutenant Colonel Myles Webb, American Federated States Marines and Earth’s Ambassador, contemplated the events of the past three years as he stared out the space station’s window. He was awed by the beauty and colorful hues of the planet below. Earth had always been humanity’s home and man had always thought of himself as being alone within the cosmos, especially, the solar system. But the events of the last three years had changed all that and more. Although to be fair, man had always been somewhat naïve about other life in the universe, therefore, the only other footprint of his presence within the solar system was a handful of antiquated equipment on the Moon. This was the only items that remained there, since man stopped going to its closet satellite. There was also a small human Outpost on the surface of Mars, but that was all that man would place there as well. Since the recent discovery of another intelligent species changed all that and more.

First Contact with an alien civilization had finally been realized and humanity now knew that it was not alone in the universe. An alien race had entered the solar system merely three years ago asking for assistance in repairing their ships and the AFS had responded to their request with open-arms and friendship. They had agreed to provide the aliens with whatever assistance they required, but as of late the cooperation between humanity and the alien species known as the Hee’Umana was proving more difficult every day to maintain. While the aliens demanded cooperation between them, the human governments merely saw them as outsiders and with suspicion. Therefore, they were slow to respond to any of the aliens’ requests.

The Hee’Umana had arrived requesting assistance in repairing their damaged ships and in gathering all the required material. They had viewed the solar system as belonging to the native species, so they had requested human permission to mine the Asteroid Belt for these needed materials. They did not understand that Earth was not simply one government, but many. This was something new to them and they had a hard time comprehending this, therefore, there were many misunderstandings between the two species. The Hee’Umana could not understand how a civilization of the same species could be so fractured into many factions. This they thought of as inefficient and counterproductive to the survival of a species.

In the beginning, the relationship between humanity and the Hee’Umana was a rocky one. But now that their ships had been repaired, they had eased back a little on their demands and had begun construction of another Command ship. And that was beginning to make most of the governments around the world nervous, since they did not know what the reason behind this new construction was. And to make matters worse, it was even larger than any of their ships currently orbiting Mars, which the aliens had begun to call home.

Ambassador, Myles heard someone behind him say. This doesn’t seem real, does it, sir? Aliens and all, that is?

No, it doesn’t, Myles replied as he turned around to face the individual speaking to him. But at least we now know that man isn’t the only dumb schmuck in the entire universe.

The Space Marine before him just shook his head in agreement and smiled as he stared out Freedom’s window also. He took it all in. The Hee’Umana, they had found, was a species that was creative and deeply believed in a higher power, but they were no pushovers. They traveled in massive ships that were well armed and heavily armored. Therefore, one could not be faulted in thinking that they were an aggressive and violent species, since they also maintained a strong military which contradicted with their spiritual beliefs. Still, mused the Marine, even with all that power, they were careful in how they used it. He knew that that was something man could never do.

Humanity as a whole was a violent and aggressive species and when the aliens had first arrived to the solar system that was how they had found mankind. Ambassador, will they ever trust us? asked the Marine.

I would hope so, but they have no reason to trust us, replied Myles as he glanced out the window once more. All we’ve ever been to them was a giant pain-in-the-ass. And a violent and pigheaded pain-in-the-ass partner at that, which they have no reason to trust, at least not at the present time.

When you put it that way, sir, I can see your point. We humans really know how to fuck things up, don’t we?

Hey, at least we’re good at something, right? said Myles with a small smile. If it wasn’t for that, I don’t know what we would be good at.

Damn right, sir.

The alien ship that was currently approaching the space station was menacing in appearance, but Myles did not fear it like the others around him. He knew the Hee’Umana would never abuse their power, especially, since they had made a Bond with humanity. And to them, once that was done, there was no going back. They believed in interacting with others and in establishing life-long bonds. And the way they did that was by choosing one individual from any species they came upon and bestowing on them the title of Ambassador of their civilization. This individual would in-turn be the one person they would utilize in speaking to the rest of the planet’s inhabitants.

Myles knew all this because he had been the one given the title of Earth’s Ambassador, when the Hee’Umana had first arrived within the solar system. He was now the one responsible for meeting with them and the Earth’s governments. He would convey Earth’s concerns to them and reiterate theirs as well. Whenever there was a need for the Hee’Umana to speak with any given government on Earth, he was the one they sought. He was the mediator in all dealings with the human race. They would deal with no one else except him, which had been a point of contention in the beginning. But the aliens had remained adamant about their decision and they were not willing to renegotiate his position.

Myles had also been promoted by the AFS to his new rank, since he had played a vital role in the past three years in communicating with the aliens. This was something he had not welcomed in the beginning. But as time had passed, he gradually was becoming accustomed to his new role. Although that did not mean his position did not have its own set of problems. Still, the AFS and the aliens were doing their best to meet each other’s demands and concerns—most of the time.

Unfortunately, not all countries shared the same attitude toward their newly arrived visitors. The majority of the world governments still harbored ill-feelings and suspicions toward them and each other, since they had interfered in human affairs upon their arrival. They were not willing to forgive them for intervening in what they had considered to be a human dispute. But it was a problem which the Hee’Umana had helped in resolving quickly and with minimal damage to the planet’s environment, since humanity was on the brink of utilizing nuclear weapons to end their dispute. That was something no one could afford and the aliens had seen that before man had realized it, so they intervened. They knew what kind of destruction these weapons could unleash and they would have no part in it. They were also not willing to just sit back and watch as humanity destroyed itself.

Humanity’s only space station, AFS S.S. Freedom, and the two remaining Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile platforms in synchronized orbit above the planet had been the target of a Chinese assault, when the aliens had first arrived. The station and the ICBM platforms were controlled by the AFS and this was a way of giving the Americans and their allies a black-eye, in the mind of the Chinese. The assault had been carried out to accomplish just that, but it had only half succeeded. They had not counted on the aliens becoming involved with human affairs and siding with the AFS.

The Chinese had dispatched a Commando team to gain control of the station and of the ICBM platforms posing as an International Inspection Team, which had been granted access to the space station by the Unification of Nations. Once they were onboard and in control of the platforms, they had unleashed a volley of missiles toward AFS territories and at the aliens themselves. Their assault had been executed successfully, but they had not counted on the alien presence to undermine their goals.

When the Peoples Republic of China had ordered their men to fire a salvo of ICBM’s at their visitors, they were surprised by the aliens’ aggressive and decisive response. It had been swift and deadly. Not only had the aliens retaliated against the ICBM platforms, but they had also gone as far as silencing them permanently by destroying them. All the Commandos onboard both ICBM platforms had been lost. But unlike their brethren, the Commandos who had attacked the space station had been routed by the station’s own security forces. It had been a combined force of AFS Marines and of Russian Spetsnaz who had dealt with them. The entire Chinese force had been lost, but not until they had achieved some measure of success. Since they had successfully launched a salvo of nuclear missiles toward their enemy below, their loss was considered to be worth it in the eyes of the Chinese leadership.

The missiles which had been fired toward targets on the ground had been engaged by the AFS Defense Forces, but three got through their defensive screen. Two major cities and the spaceport were destroyed in the attack. Within days the AFS and her Russian allies retaliated against this unprovoked aggression. Military forces across the globe had been mobilized and an armed conflict had ensued. The war lasted just a few days, but both sides lost thousands of lives in that short time period. Though to be fair, the AFS had suffered more as millions of people had perished due to the nuclear strikes, but no one country on the planet was spared from the devastating exchange. Even if they had not been involved, they still suffered from the nuclear fallout the nuclear blasts had created. This fallout had drifted around the globe and affected everyone, since it had been carried by the winds.

Thankfully, Myles thought, the aliens had put a stop to our foolish ways. They had entered the planet’s atmosphere with their space-fighters and had destroyed the majority of the Chinese Naval Forces within minutes, something the AFS was having difficulty doing. He shook his head at the thought, since he was part of the reason why the aliens had intervened. That was something that most of the governments on Earth held against the AFS. It was one of their own, they had complained, that had ordered the deaths of thousands of human lives. Most of them could not understand how a fellow human being could wreak such death and destruction on his own species. They had suggested that he had spent too much time with the aliens and he was now beginning to think like them, therefore, they wanted him removed from his position. But the Hee’Umana would not agree and they had been forced to continue to deal with him as the Earth’s Ambassador.

But even if the AFS wanted to remove him, they could not. Since he had been the aliens’ choice as Ambassador, they would not give in to their demands. Their choice had been Myles from the very beginning and they would not even speak of relieving him. Either all of the remaining Earth governments accepted this, or they would be left out of any future negotiations. To the Hee’Umana, it was as simple as that and no amount of pressure from human governments would change their minds.

When the alien space-fighters had devastated the Chinese Fleet, they retreated back into space. Both Fleets had been reduced to only a handful of surface ships. The AFS had been decimated by the surprise Chinese attack, while the Chinese Naval Forces had been nearly wiped-out by the Hee’Umana. Since all the countries involved lost the majority of their forces and the ability to fight, they finally realized that they were all in a no-win situation and they all settled into an uneasy peace. And this peace had so far lasted over three years, but tensions were once again mounting. It would appear, Myles mused, that we haven’t learned a damn thing.

Ambassador Webb, the alien Command ship the Ko’Da has completed the docking procedure. A Hee’Umana Warrior is here to greet you and transport you to Mars, said the same Marine. He had interrupted Myles’ thoughts, but that was fine by him, since he was tired of reflecting on the past. He is waiting for you at the airlock, sir.

Very well, if you will excuse me, replied Myles as he made his way there.

The walk to the airlock was not very far, since humans still did not build objects in space as large as their current visitors. But even if man wanted to, they did not have the technology or the facilities to accommodate such constructions. Since man had not traveled outside of the solar system, they did not foresee any need for construction of large spacecraft, especially, when it cost billions of dollars to do so. And in their opinion, such costs would never be fully recuperated with the small gains they had made in space technologies or presence there. That was something the AFS and most nations on Earth did not want to spend their money on any longer. According to them, humanity had enough problems on Earth and all moneys were better spent in attempting to resolve these issues, then to throw it away on space travel and the small return they had seen in investing in it.

When the airlock cycled opened, Myles stepped through it and glanced up. He immediately recognized the alien who stood before him. Where are we going, First Warrior? he asked.

The Commander would like to speak with you, Ambassador, responded the alien. I was ordered to bring you to him.

He was wearing their customary armored exoskeleton frame, which they called a Battlesuit. This was something all of their Shee’Marr Warriors wore, whenever they were on duty. While off duty, they merely wore their personal armor suits. These suits appeared like everyday jumpsuits, but they were nothing of the sort. They incorporated advance circuitry and acted as body armor. The suits were also integrated with systems that interacted with their neural net implants that allowed them to stay in constant communications with each other and their ships in space.

What does the Commander want to speak to me about? Myles asked curiously. It has been months since I’ve spoken to him.

Yes, Ambassador, I am aware of that, but recent events have dictated that we increase our interaction with your Faction.

Myles had not really expected an answer from the alien, since they were known not to divulge much information concerning their actions. Especially, since this particular alien was the first officer onboard the Ko’Da, the alien Flagship. And as far as the alien Commander was concerned, he had met him many times before and he definitely would not speak of Hee’Umana affairs to anyone that was not part of Command. Granted, he was because of the secondary title which had been bestowed upon him, but as of late his role had been exclusively as that of an Ambassador.

Most of their conversations, when he had spoken to the alien Commander, had been accomplished by way of routine holographic communications, so he did not know why they had not been employed this time. Still, Myles contemplated, the alien leader is a powerful figure amongst them. Therefore, it was wise to acknowledge his requests, even if he had a hard time understanding their actions and customs most of the time.

They walked quietly down a long corridor within the alien ship and finally boarded one of many transit shafts that were strategically placed throughout the massive ship. The ship was part of the Hee’Umana Command military structure and it measured twenty miles in length and three miles in width. It carried 1,000 heavy fighter spacecraft and held 50,000 Shee’Marr Warriors within its carbon-ceramic hull. The ship had been built for combat and was bristling with offensive and defensive weapons. It could also employ a defensive force-shield if the circumstances warranted it.

When the transit shaft had finally stopped, they stepped out and began to walk down a short corridor. The small hallway led to a heavily armored door that was guarded by two Warriors. Myles knew where they were going, since he had been there many times before. Why are we going to the Command Deck, First Warrior? he asked the alien beside him. I was under the impression the Commander would be in his quarters or had gone to oversee the final repairs on the Ree’Darr?

That will not be necessary, Ambassador, said the First Warrior as they entered the Command Deck. Those repairs have been accomplished and the Ree’Darr is once again fully combat ready.

Then where is the Commander? asked Myles as he scanned the bridge of the massive ship. I don’t see him anywhere.

Usually, the Commander would be situated at the center of the Command Deck of the ship. From there, he would be in touch with all areas of the ship, while connected to the Command Terminal in front of him.

The reason you do not see him is because he is not here or on the Ree’Darr, replied the alien as a matter-of-fact. The Commander has gone to the Command Shipyard to be briefed on a new construction. There is where we are headed now, Ambassador.

A new construction, you say? I didn’t know there were plans for further expansion of the Taskforce? said Myles hoping the alien would say more. After all, haven’t you replenished all of your previously lost space-fighters? With that said, aren’t your Fighter Wings complete once more and all repairs have been finalized as well on the other ships?

Yes, Ambassador, all repairs have been accomplished and the decimated Fighter Wing has also be replaced.

What about the new construction you just mentioned? Where does that fit in?

That I cannot answer, replied the First Warrior as if that was not his responsibility or important to him. "If the Commander wishes you or your Faction to know such information, I am certain he will convey it at the appropriate time.

But since he has not, I assume there is no need for you or your government to know. It is a Shee’Marr matter, Ambassador, so it will remain unspoken until otherwise ordered by the Commander himself.

As you wish, Myles merely replied.

He had become accustomed to hearing only what he had to know and remaining in the dark about other aspects of the aliens activities. There were some that advocated sending a spy satellite toward Mars in the hope that they could get a glimpse of what the Hee’Umana were doing, but others rejected such an idea. They argued that the aliens had come in peace and had merely asked for assistance from humanity, therefore, any breach of this trust would be catastrophic in maintaining a working relationship with them. A relationship, they argued, that had proven extremely useful and invaluable during the past hostilities on Earth.

Even though they had no stake in human affairs, they had been instrumental in containing and ending the war on Earth and he agreed with them. There was no need for them to concern themselves with Hee’Umana affairs. As long as they kept their end of the bargain, there was no need to cause friction between the two species.

Ambassador Webb, said the alien Commander as a hologram appeared before Myles. I was wondering if you had some time to spare. I wish to speak to you about some pressing matters and concerns that we have concerning certain aspects of our relationship with your species.

May I ask why, Commander? And also, what matters are you referring to? asked Myles hopeful he would say more.

There is something of extreme importance I would like to speak to you about, but I could not risk speaking to you via your normal human communications systems.

Myles thought about that. He knew that whatever the Commander wanted to talk about had to be important, because he was not known to speak idly. There was always a reason behind his invitations to speak face-to-face. And with how things were progressing on Earth, he knew there was much to speak about. He also understood very well how primitive human communications were in comparison to their visitors. Very well, Commander, I can make time, he said finally.

Good. My shuttle has already docked with the Ko’Da. When you have boarded, it will bring you to me.

I comply, Myles replied in alien fashion.

Until then, Ambassador, said the Commander as he broke the connection.

Chapter 2

The Commander’s shuttle had been awaiting Myles’ arrival just as he had been informed. As soon as he had boarded, the ship began to pull away from the Hee’Umana Flagship and began to make its way toward Mars. There he would meet with Bakuu’Taa, the alien Commander, and get a firsthand look at what the aliens had been doing during these past three years. During that time, humans had not been allowed to visit or even approach Mars. That was something that a handful of governments resented considering the solar system was thought of as human space, but that did nothing to stop the Hee’Umana from imposing a strict zone of