Eagle: The Adventures of John L. Steelhard, Book Three

By James B. Riverton

The Adventure continues as John L. Steelhard and his growing army of special ops warriors, the Black Tigers, adapt from terrestrial combat to celestial warfare. In the vast heavens above, Earth’s mightiest hero will challenge Earth’s colossal Gods from a bygone era, the Anunnaki, as well as their Tall Grey alien masters, for control of the Moon and the rest of the solar system. With the aid of Eagle, the most powerful interstellar fighter in the Universe, Steelhard must utilize human and artificial intelligences to free a race of alien slaves, battle the overwhelming strength of the Anunnaki’s Guardian Fleet and deny their Tall Grey Masters access to an armory of super advanced technology hidden within the Moon.

Failure is not an option, or the future of Earth will be in doubt. Only with sheer cunning and steelhard grit can Earth’s inferior forces battle the combined power of the forces of planet Nibiru and an interstellar empire of evil intent. It is the beginning of the “Battle for the Galaxy” and the unraveling of the Mysteries of Creation. Join John L. Steelhard as he laughs, lusts, and blows up alien guts in the continuation of this ripping epic of tantalizing adventure!

• Language: English
• Publisher: James B. Riverton
• Release date: Nov 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311244345

James B. Riverton

James B. Riverton is a man of mystery and has been described by some as being "the most famous man you've never met." A reluctant author who spent his youth on a journey of personal discovery, hiding in plain sight. The author was born in San Francisco, Calif. Raised in Texas, Europe and the Middle East while living on an oil tanker part- time, at the age of eight, traveling from England, and France, transporting crude oil from the Middle East to those countries, with his parents. Endless days and nights tramping along at five knots, back and forth. The author learned to swim in the Suez Canal while waiting to transit the canal, traveled through the ruins of Europe and Middle East observing the destruction from the Second World War first hand. He learned to communicate in different countries, sometimes with gestures and good cheer by sharing Hershey Bars with the local children to make friends. At the age of 17 the author joined the Navy to see the rest of the world and especially the Far East. Serving during the 1960's he served three tours of duty during the conflict in Indochina, seeing much of the Far East, and learning about the culture and the people. One of the highlights of his service was meeting President John F. Kennedy, a month before his death, prior deploying to the Far East while aboard the aircraft carrier USS Oriskany, CVA-34. Upon discharge, the author traveled, working overseas construction for Brown and Root, dealing cards in Las Vegas, bartending, waiting on tables in various exclusive resorts, working as a Assistant General Manager in Vail, Colorado. In his travels during this period the author met and served movie actors, Senators, President Gerald Ford, and a host of characters of all walks of life. A graduate of Stephen F. Austin, with a BFA, the author wrote a few screen play outlines, and unpublished stage plays, but never found the time, or the desire to try writing novels. However, he did find the courage to pursue the love of his life, and after five years was successful, at the age of 37, to finally marry, starting a family. Over the next years he entered the world of Real Estate, selling homes, starting home building companies and developing land for residential use. This career of boom and bust carried his family from Texas to Washington, DC and back. Up and down, through thick and thin surviving roiling markets. During slim times finding alternate ways to support a growing family by starting up a successful pre-paid phone card and ad promotional business. Learning one of the most important lessons in life, raising children and learning how to be a father. Always, in the back of his mind remained the ultimate personal challenge, of writing a book, not for recognition, but to see if he could. During the 2008 financial collapse it seemed writing a book would maintain ones sanity. One book turned into a completed series, then more books, to the point that the next challenge was to publish this growing disease gumming up his personal computer. Someone explained writing a book was only 20 to 50% of the effort, the rest was sitting here inputting a personal bio and figuring out that it takes a whale of an effort to publish a book. All he can say is that after all he has seen, and experienced in life, that this is the most taxing thing he has ever attempted, and his hat is off to anyone that has ever contended with this process, let alone become successful. My only goal in life in the end has been to write, and it has become a joy to me. If one person reads anything that I write, and enjoys it, for whatever reason, then I have found success with this part of my life. If anyone can bring laughter or ethos into another's life, if only briefly, then what more can you ask for, except for a winning lottery ticket. My winning ticket has been family and friends, seeing the sun rise each day, thanking the main man for a great life and the passion to finally tell some stories. The author currently lives in Texas, and spends his quality time in the Hill Country and Houston with his wife, friends, family, and his German Shepherd, Yogi.

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James B. Riverton

THE ADVENTURES OF JOHN L. STEELHARD™

IN

BLACK TIGER©

CHAMELEON©

EAGLE©

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CRYSTAL©

DIMENSIONS

Published by Lucky Lamb Publications – 2014

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ESO/Digitized Sky Survey 2. Acknowledgement: Davide De Martin

"The mind of man is capable of anything --

because everything is in it, all the

past as well as all the future."

Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Dedication

Dedicated to the essence of John F. Kennedy

"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that

we shall pay any price, bear any burden,

meet any hardship, support

any friend , oppose any foe to assure

the survival and the success of

Liberty."

J.F.K, Inaugural Address 1961

The Adventures of

John L. Steelhard™

As

EAGLE©

Book Three

A ripping epic of tantalizing adventure

By

James B. Riverton

http://www.johnlsteelhard.com

The Adventures of John L. Steelhard

as

EAGLE

Chapter 1

Series Six, human drone worker unit 201, was exhausted; they had been forced into a storage area, fighting all the way, defending their pod from attack using anything they could get their hands on. It had started during the third cycle when all the power in Craft Bay 2311 had shut down. The Yar had gone crazy, some of them abandoning their assigned space to run headlong into the darkening tunnels. It was the first time the workers in Bay 2311 were left alone. They stood around waiting for orders to rotate their shift and return to the comb for sleep and feeding. It had always been so, ever since unit 201 could remember. They worked and then slept as human drones to the masters. Then it all changed; the power in their work pod came back on and then off. Their harsh Yar supervisors left, then others began to return, but they were Yar from a different pod. These Yar were hungry, driving other worker units before them, herding them through the tunnels like rats, feeding upon them, destroying the breeding regeneration and work process. No one was in charge and it was confusing.

Unit 201 noticed that some of the other drone units were not uniformed workers, but feeder and breeder stock, and they were afraid; stampeding and crying out in pain. Something inside of worker Series Six, unit 201, snapped. He was the largest of the workers in his pod, standing almost seven feet tall, a massive chest bred for lifting and doing manual technical labor. His skin, like all human drones living underground, was totally white, and his eyes were crystal clear blue, the better to absorb light while working in the dim illumination that pleased the Yar. The Yar could see in the dark, and hated bright light.

Unit 201 grabbed a heavy tool, used for clearing debris caused when the underground shook and rumbled, and attacked the Yar like a maniac, hacking, screaming and chopping in fear. The Yar had fled when unit 201’s crew of workers followed him into battle. The naked feeder and breeder humans rushed behind this new force for protection, like waves lapping up on a shoreline, falling down, trying to communicate, but without any coherent sounds; only croaking noises.

More worker units of different series began to appear from the next pod on the other side, and behind them more feeder and breeder stock. The new worker units could communicate with the worker Series Six units and announced that the Yar blocked their part of the tunnel system. The Yar would rush in and take whatever they wanted; converting worker units into Yar and removing the feeder stock for eating when they were hungry, and they were always hungry. The cries of death echoed through the tunnels constantly. There was no one in charge of the workers, no one feeding them. Unit 201 had to defend his pod until someone, a chief or leader, would stop this. He was tired; his crew and the other workers were hungry, the feeder and breeder stock were no help, only eating and drinking what little was left in the storage area.

The Yar had tried to start the large disc craft, but for the first time the craft would not obey them, and then the craft locked the Yar out. The Series Six worker units had never before seen this happen. They had always kept the craft in perfect shape, always ready to go, disappearing through the rock and reappearing with more feeder or breeder stock. Now the crafts just sank to the floor and turned off, huge dark shapes in rows, fading into the hangar carved into the rock. The few Tall Greys had also disappeared; piling into their multiple crafts and fleeing like the rats, taking the frightened small Greys with them. Once left alone, the workers tried catching rats, who were feeding on the remains of the semi-devoured humans in the tunnels for food. When you’re starving you will eat anything, but Unit 201 refused to let anyone eat the dead feeders and breeders. Unit 201 didn’t know why, but he was angry, something inside him was upsetting, and it was confusing. He always had slept, eaten, and worked. If you didn’t work then the Yar would whip you, or worse, convert you to a Yar. Unit 201 didn’t want to be a Yar and he didn't want anything to eat him. It was confusing. He was hungry, tired, cold and thirsty.

The Yar could no longer communicate with the Series Six workers after the Greys left; it seemed their mental voices had ceased, and they couldn’t communicate with each other except by grunting and hissing. There seemed to be fewer Yar each cycle, but it was only a matter of a few more cycles before the workers would be overwhelmed and the real feeding would begin. Unit 201 didn’t know any more than that. He stood behind a huge generator, peering around its edge with what was left of his crew. He didn’t know why, but he was the chief leader now, and all of the feeding and breeding stock groveled in front of him, hands touching his torn jumpsuit when he walked by, begging him for food that he didn’t have. He had never seen small feeder stock before, but there seemed to be more of them each cycle, always crying and messing up the storage area. There wasn’t enough space or supplies to go around, water was a problem and he was tired, so tired. He just wanted to sleep, lie down in the comb, and close his eyes. He had never seen the Yar feed, and it was horrible to watch, but at least it would soon be over. He turned around to his crew, peering into their third eyes; they all knew it was over. Some of the crew that made contact with the feeder and breeder stock had found a basic form of communication while providing food and water. He wasn’t sure, but there might have been some coupling between the workers and the breeder stock, because some crew members had breeders following them around. The breeder stock's purpose was to couple and make small feeders for food. Their males were few in numbers, as it seemed many of them were Series worker units. All the breeders wanted to do was eat, drink, and couple, or whatever they called it. Unit 201 didn't know any more than that.

Even unit 201 had a group of females hovering around him that he chased off, although one didn’t seem to get the message even when he beat her, to force her away during the Yar attacks. The feeder and breeder stock wore no jumpsuits, and unit 201 had never seen a female before. It made him feel strange, especially when she kept fondling his middle thing, trying to couple with him. It was hard to keep your concentration when she made his middle thing hard, and that had bothered him the most. It was a pleasurable sensation and it amazed him; although it felt good, he couldn’t concentrate and it kept getting stuck in his jumpsuit. The bad thing was he couldn’t go to the bathroom when it became hard and stuck up into the air like it had a life of its own. It would go away, but it kept coming back.

She was back again, and he could hear the Yar coming, hungrily howling, the sounds echoing off the darkened tunnel walls. This would be the final charge. Unit 201 knew his pod couldn’t withstand another all-out attack, but he was proud of his little group, a feeling he couldn’t understand, as his remaining worker units grasped their meager tools to meet the Yar. She was smiling at him, and pointing at his thing. He looked downed and smiled back, realizing it was hard again. Unit 201 gazed down at her and shook his head, turned and faced the charging Yar, a twenty-pound pickax in each of his two huge bleeding hands, and roared in defiance. It was a good cycle to die and he was going to take as many Yar down with him as possible. He wanted to kill, something was changing him into a beast; he must defend his pod, his breeder. That was all he knew.

The blasts coming from the tunnel were loud, smoke filled the air, rolling down past their pod into the tunnel and flowing down the rail to the next pod. Yar were running facing backwards, dropping down on the monorail, their heads exploding like food containers. Unit 201 flexed his entire massive body, ready to die, his crew leaning forward with shovels and crowbars. He felt her warm hands on his back and he didn’t mind. It would be nice to die knowing there was a new feeling in him, a sense of freedom and more importantly his thing was really getting harder. His heart pounding blood, swelling into his temples; yes, it was a good cycle to die. He wanted to protect her, he wanted to live, he wanted to be free of all this; he wanted her. He gripped the worn handles harder, the sweat pouring off his face and crouched ready to meet the next swarm of attackers. This was all he knew.

Steelhard’s combat team had tripled, converging on the center core transportation tunnel system from three separate tunnels, merging into the last sector of the main hangar control area. This section housed the main fleet of UFOs and USOs. The Yar had fought fang-and-claw to defend it, but were slowly being forced back, leaving masses of humans in their wake, some half eaten, some infected and the rest in sheer terror. Steelhard had recruited from the groups of recently abducted surface humans to act as guides and interpreters for the humans imprisoned in the underworld as worker drones and food stock. It was like trying to herd a bunch of frightened sheep. The Black Tigers had been at war with the Yar for almost six months, fighting all through the Earth's underground mid-ridge system with the assistance of other special ops teams from the world’s militaries. Black Tigers always led each team, and the combined forces had developed a sound method of defeating the Yar; shoot them in the head, preferably in the back of the head. The Black Tigers always attacked using two-man teams, so they could get someone behind the Yar while the other team member fought off the frontal attack, exposing the rear head target area. Only Steelhard could take on Yars one on one. He used an ancient Samurai sword and cut off their heads in one clean swipe. He never seemed to tire, searching every nook and cranny like a bird dog in a constant rage, always taking point and directing the overall campaign to minimize the danger to his men. With Eagle he could be anywhere within seconds; but there was no substitute for the number of boots on the ground. The underground system ran thousands of miles along the earth's ocean floors, tucked within the interconnected sub-surface mountain range that ran around the earth like seams on a baseball. It was filthy work, a take no prisoners proposition, and it had come at a cost in human life. The only solution was brutal destruction of the enemy; complete genocide, after understanding the true nature of the Yar.

The question of the Yar had been settled. Admiral Biel as head of U.S. Naval Research and Development, in his scientific approach to all things, had explained what the medical research from the Naval Research Facility had finally discovered about the process that transformed normal human cells into mutated cells; converting human beings into Yar. It was complex, but it described how modern man had evolved. Human evolution was honed by a simple code consisting of four chemicals: adenine (A) which bonds with thymine (T) and, guanine (G) which bonds with cytosine (C), to create two basic building blocks of life, called base pairs. Combinations of base pairs formed DNA molecular recipes for amino acids and proteins for specific human growth.

This process was a natural information storage system found in every human cell. The Yar conversion virus contained two artificial genetic code additions that bypassed normal DNA cell rejection, by using Escherichia coli synthetic bacteria as a chemical supplement. This artificial process mutated RNA by enhancing it into eRNA, as a low grade infection. This eRNA low-grade infection changed normal DNA from four nucleotides, with two pairs, altering nucleotides in the RNA by converting both DNA and RNA into a new format. In the normal situation, human DNA interaction with RNA created 20 amino acids to build protein. In the Yar transformation, the virus elevated the nucleotides, and the base pairs, resulting in an increased 172 Amino acids. This invasive conversion of increased Amino acids resulted in a required massive dietary supplementation of protein to fuel this new artificial eDNA replication need for additional protein. It was the combining the two new synthetic codes into the new base pair that constructed dominant unnatural base pairs from the normal DNA molecules as a byproduct of the viral infection. This altered humans over a short period of time, advancing them into a more reptilian being. The virus increase of the Amino acid accelerated the metabolism necessary to support a reptilian life form, one that constantly needed to refuel in order to maintain the new artificial eDNA’s constant need for energy. The virus first subsisted off the normal structure of human blood, feeding off its molecular structure for survival during the reptilian conversion process. This process slowly increased muscle strength, night vision, skin texture, nails to claws, aversion to light, cold temperature, new psychic ability, and constant hunger. These major changes accelerated the need for a specific type of protein to foster and maintain the conversion.

In the beginning of the infection the viral infection could survive off the human host's existing blood supply, but as the viral conversion advanced, the blood's depletion required infusions of new sources of protein, human flesh saturated with fresh blood from the human feeder stock, bred from the endless supply of human slaves. It was a system designed to one day feed an invading host of Reptiles and provide a race of modified humans to be worker drones, slaves for harvesting their own, and future warriors to infest other worlds. This morbid system had been in existence for eons. The Black Tigers had found and destroyed the facilities that processed the human feeder stock. They were like huge meat packing plants, grinding humans up like packaged hamburger meat for distribution throughout the underground empire, to continually feed the ever-growing Yar army. Steelhard made certain that every Black Tiger and Special Ops warrior visited the human processing facilities to gain a perspective on the mission of eliminating the Yar.

The only good news was once the fresh supply of human protein ran out, the artificial DNA, called eRNA and eDNA, ceased to exist, and the body in death returned to its normal human status. There was no known cure, except death. Anyone infected had to be put down like a rabid dog so as not to infect others. Steelhard knew they would need to find a vaccine, but to date had not. At some point, the entire Earth population would need a vaccination as protection against this virus.

The elimination of Gloom and the retreating Grays had eventually severed all telepathic communications with the Yar and their limited reptilian third eye. The Yar had become a pack of starving, infected wolves; feeding on and creating more Yars from the underground population. It was like being in a nightmare, trapped under the earth full of hungry serpent zombies with fang knives seeking their prey in the darkness; predators with no remorse. You had to get past the remorse part, and realize that the Yar were no longer human, except in death. To protect the human underground population required the elimination of the Yar. It was hard to get your head around the fact that humans were DNA cousins of reptiles.

Steelhard had previously learned that the Polarians had first seeded Gaia with reptiles due to the harsh conditions of Earth's early environment, and then later introduced mammals. Thus, it seemed reasonable that curtailing the reptile DNA and RNA by reducing the base pairs had been the basis for the eventual human species creation. All DNA was inter-related and the human strand easily reformulated back into the original reptilian basis with the reintroduction of the two additional codes. Bacteria and a virus were the perfect carriers of different mutations of the DNA helix. It was certainly a process of what goes around comes around. Steelhard thought of the legend of the Serpent Leaders and their influence on mankind. Some could alternate between reptile and mammals. Steelhard glanced over at Collins and Adams, wondering, no, it wasn't possible, was it? Collins shot him thumbs up, pointing through the smoke to a lumbering Boris leading his team in.

Boris’ team joined with Collins' and Adams’ teams, taking a knee, adjusting their breathers that filtered out the toxics and increased the oxygen into their specially sealed helmets. They had improved the Nymex suits to be self-contained; not only strengthened with extra layers of titanium strands, but with a complete bio-support system. The wearer was sealed up tight, in a protected, but highly flexible suit of modern armor. The HUD system in the facemask kept everyone in direct contact and on mission. The infrared and night vision features allowed the Black Tigers to see in the dark and with the laser heat tracking system keep the enemy in full view. Each team fought in two person attack units, with flamethrower assistants who would advance on command and fry any hidden crevice where the Yar might conceal themselves for an ambush. The Yar were afraid of the fire from the flamethrowers, so when they turned to run, the two-man attack units had a field of fire; laser guided to remove the back of their heads with heat seeking armor piercing rounds. It was like cleaning out a hive of insects. It was good combat training for fighting in enclosed environments, but damn hard work, exhausting, and extremely dangerous to one's health.

Boris glared at Collins and Adams, and in broken English blurted out.

Which one of you fuck my girl?

It was Adams. That dirty, low life, backstabbing fucker took advantage of her in Ireland. I couldn’t stop him, Boris. It was so sad; she was completely out of her mind!

What do you mean, completely out of mind?

She could've had me, and I would’ve paid her the hundred and fifty.

A hundred and fifty, I thought price was two-fifty.

No, she always charges team members one-fifty, although she gave Adams a discount because he rubbed her neck and back. He had to turn her over to me later, when he ran out of money.

What in hell you mean, run out of money?

He only had a thousand, and by 03:00 hours he was stone cold broke, flat busted, and then I took over until dawn, for another five hundred. Gee whiz, I tell you one thing though Boris, it was damned exhausting, and extremely hard work, for sure!

Collins, you’re so full of bull shit, she didn’t charge either one of us a thing. It was all free until morning.

You motherfuckers, you both fuck my woman?

Helga said she was going to split the profits with you since you went sweetie pie on her, and wanted to get married, start a home, and have some rug rats. She is over in the next tunnel system with Andy and Bright; you should go over there after we finish here. Andy and Bright should be about broke by now. Right, Jim?

Boris was in shock, glaring down into the dusty facemasks of the two jabbering hillbillies.

Ok, Steelhard said, as he dropped down beside the three-team leaders, his sword dripping with black blood. I’ve taken out their sentries. We are going to spread the three teams out across the main tunnel and drive them back past the next hangar area. Andy, Bright and Helga's teams will form a blocking force from the other side; we will press them from both sides and eliminate this last pocket of resistance. Our goal is this last hangar area. It contains the largest group of UFO and USO’s. So, get in formation and get ready to attack. Boris, is there something wrong, your helmet not working?

No, helmet fine. It's just sad to think these two backstabbing motherfuckers been getting it for less. I mean, where is justice, I ask you, comrades?

I wouldn’t pay any attention to either one of them, they're both lying.

Really!

Yup. Helga never charges any of the Black Tigers the going rate if she fucks them on a mission, at least not to my knowledge, right boys?

Boris became a wild man taking the right flank, leading his team and fighting with a vengeance. The Yar, trying to hide, were confronted by a huge demon in black, screaming through his facemask in Russian, some English, and fogged with tears of regret and betrayal.

Two Yar leaped off a raised area, one landing in front and the other behind Steelhard, attacking in unison with their Fang knives. Steelhard sprang up in the air as the Fang knives whistled past him, back-flipping over the rear attacking Yar, using a downward stroke of his Samurai sword to split the back side of the Yar's head. The sharp blade stuck deep in the skull, ripping the handle out of his hand. He let go and landed on his feet, facing the attacking Yar who had jumped over his companion from the front, both hands holding rotating Fang knives. Steelhard's forearms blocked its two arms, reversing with a back-flip using one boot to break the Yar’s lower jaw, knocking him backwards. Two more Yar sprung out from the main battle as Steelhard landed on all fours. He pushed off the ground with his hands, sprang back to his feet using Aikido to fend off the attacking Yar, then dropping to the ground with a crushing Kung Fu leg sweep, breaking one of the Yar’s legs. The other Yar leaped on top of Steelhard with one hand on his throat, the other hand stabbing down with his Fang knife into his exposed face. Steelhard grabbed its wrist and snapped it with Silat, driving up with his right knee flipping the Yar over the top of him, and before the Yar could react, Steelhard was on him, twisting and snapping his neck from behind. The first Yar had gotten back to its feet and charged, his broken jaw bleeding black blood between his fanged teeth. Steelhard jerked the dead Yar off the ground with a mighty roar and blocked the charge, using the dead body as a two hundred pound shield driving the attacking Yar back, karate back kicking the other attacking Yar behind him in the groin. He reached down, pulled his Samurai sword out of the skull of the first dead Yar with a loud snap, and severed the heads of the last two Yar. He stood, soaked in black blood, roaring, his body swelling from the blood pumping within his enlarged heart. His sweat-soaked hair flung drops of moisture into the dank air, filled with cordite from weapon discharges. Flames from a flame thrower hosing a crevice backlit his silhouette, making him appear as a giant. His eyes were black blue as he looked for more Yar; he needed more Yar, his sword begged for them, his anger rolled off him like waves crashing against cliffs on a shoreline. The flames died out and it was silent… as a tomb.

He heard applause, and turned around to see a group of blood soaked Black Tigers sitting and standing around like an audience in a semi-circle.

See, Adams, I told you John could take on more than three at a time. Now pay up, and you too, Boris. I’ll have enough to lend Boris, at ten percent, for Helga to fuck him again.

Steelhard watched the filthy twenty-four Black Tigers exchange money, paying off their bets.

Jesus, you guys could have lent a hand here. What a bunch of assholes, what if they had killed me?

Well, the odds would have been none too good on that. We just had to find a situation where you could take on more than three at a time. I mean, we was getting down to the end of things. I guess you could say we was lucky. I mean the odds are really good on a five versus one deal, but it don’t look like that's gonna' happen now. We did keep trying to let you have more, but it never seemed to work, 'cause' you kept wiping them out before we could run ‘em your way. You’re really tough to get odds on, J.L.

Collins, how long have you been wagering on this?

I don’t know, guess about five months, but it really was Adams idea, he thought it up.

Collins, you lying motherfucker, I didn’t start betting until the second month, I mean John, you really don’t mind do you? It ain’t much different than Bakersfield; we made a bunch on you there. We really could make some good dough on five to one, though.

Lordy, oh Lordy, whatever am I going to do with you two? Where’s Boris?

He's gone plumb crazy, totally exhausted from grief. There he is, shooting us the bird. Do you really think Helga is going to marry him?

I have no earthly idea. How many men did we lose?

No KIA, just some broken bones and hurt feelings. We have them on the run, one more push, boss!

Steelhard used his battle unit communications link, Ok, Andy, get ready, we are going to flush the rest of them out toward your group.

That’s a big ten-four! We're set up and in position. Helga wants to know if Boris is still alive. She got cleaned out in a dice game last night, with Bright's team.

Yes, but he seems a little disappointed, apparently she's been charging him above the going rate.

Well, he’s Russian, right? I’ll tell her he's still alive, and needs some real TLC.

Three dark shapes appeared out of the smoke. Unit 201 couldn’t quite see them, just shadows in the darkness, creeping along the rail line kicking the dead and dying Yar. If one of them even moved, the dark shapes finished him off with a light beam, or spark, that exploded their bodies. More dark shapes ran down the tunnel, into the flowing smoke, chasing the fleeing Yar with flames shooting out of a tool.

The three dark shapes approached the platform where the workers were poised and hopped up onto it, one removing his hood. That one, in the middle, had dark blue eyes, with facial skin that was dark. It smiled at him. It was not a Yar; similar to the ones the Yar brought back with them through the rock, but these creatures were different, they had killed the Yar. Additional worker units appeared out of the smoke filled tunnel, dressed in dark uniforms that never been before seen. A huge traveler platform appeared, stacked with food and water; these new workers units were unloading the supplies and moving them into the storage area to nourish the feeder and breeder stock that were crowding around them with open mouths and clutching hands.

The one with dark blue eyes motioned for unit 201 to put his pickaxes down, while gently putting his own fire tool down on the platform and extending his palms outward, open in friendship; the greeting of the Series Six worker pods. Unit 201 put his weapons down. His female breeder stock peaked around unit 201 at this new wonder dressed in black, and placed her hand on unit 201’s erection, showing this one belonged to her.

Steelhard laughed at unit 201’s facial expression, and turned to a sweaty, dirty Collins and Adams.

Well, this is the last major pod in this sector. I think we are witnessing a people uniting in more ways than one. Let’s take a break and get the rehab team up here and get them started.

Unit 201 was thinking who this was, when a voice in his head told him, Black Tiger, I am Black Tiger, and you are safe now. No one will harm you, and we are here to help you. Welcome to a new world, my friend, you have fought bravely and we honor you for your valor.

It had taken months, a cycle being a month in the underworld, to clean out the last of the Yar. With a combined effort from certain government agencies, they had reopened access to the underground areas to bring in support people, using selected retrained workers that had recently, within their lifetime, been captured to help communicate with the humans who were bred and forced to work in the underground facilities as drones their entire lives. Unit 201 and other Series workers had been a product of breeding, his ancestors never seeing the surface world. They had all been bred and developed as drones to use their third eye to operate equipment; the USO, unidentified submersible object, and UFO. The Yar were only used as transmitters and enforcers, relaying Glooms' orders through a species of aliens called Greys. This telepathic system allowed Gloom to draft off the Tall and small Greys' mental powers, to control his empire, although he was limited to only using it underground, after being damaged in his battle for control of the Temple of Knowledge 12,000 years ago. Gloom had made an alliance with this off-world Tall Greys species that used humans to create hybrids for other off-world projects. The Tall Greys had reached a DNA dead end and needed the humans as breeding stock to populate their planets within the solar systems they controlled. Some of these more advanced hybrids had been used to help build early civilizations on Earth, but they were extremely warlike, even attacking each other. The Tall Greys had finally realized these new aggressive creations were also control freaks that resisted the Overlord mentality of the Tall Greys. These advanced hybrids had created their own hybrids from existing mammal biped stock to provide a worker class of beings, Cro-Magnum man, taught to worship this advanced species, the Anunnaki. There were two different kinds of Greys. Tall dark ones who controlled the lighter skin smaller Greys as masters, forcing them to do all of their work, like slaves; managing the lower species, Yars, and advanced technical equipment like the UFO and USOs.

Gloom had loved conflicts and had used them to keep each group at each other’s throats. The Tall Greys had created an imperial warlike hybrid species, the Annunaki, which lived on a rogue planet expelled from the Tall Greys home solar system, Sirius. This planet, Nibiru, was in a captured orbit around the Earth’s solar system, reentering the Sol System every 3,600 years. This race of beings settled Mars as a way station, and occupied Earth interfacing their genes with that of primitive man at the direction of their creators, the Tall Greys and Gloom. However, man was not primitive, only ancestors of distant advanced bio-entities, remnants of distant civilizations from Earth's past, and beyond. Man became beasts of burden for the newcomers after the separation of the one super continent and from constant destruction of frail civilizations by universal forces. Human remnants isolated on separated landmasses by oceans, dominated by hostile minds intent on raping the planet for its mineral wealth like a plague of locusts.

Upon reentry of this rogue planet, Nibiru, into the Sol system, all the planets had to adjust to its gravitational force. This caused destructive behavior within the Earth’s core, resulting in major surface disruptions. These disruptions had been a perfect process for Gloom, acting like a broom, sweeping out certain sections of the Earth’s surface population; even destroying each alien surface foothold, creating a need for new subtle arrangements with Gloom's sub-surface empire for reconstruction, especially fresh human stock as workers. In time the humans replaced the arrogant Anunnaki hybrid species through breeding, religious belief and technology. Gloom had used his mutated serpent entities to represent knowledge and power over a controllable Homo-sapiens species, the Lemurians, and then the Atlantians. The only restriction to the serpents was the present atmosphere of Earth, which only shifting the Earth's axis, could change and alter the relationship with Sol by shielding its harmful rays through the Groundhog process. This increased the carbon dioxide and converted all of mankind into a constant food and labor source.

The circle of conversion had almost been completed. Only one final confrontation remained. The ultimate prize was contained within Steelhard, the Ki gene, a mere human mortal. Overconfidence and ego sometimes made for bad bedfellows. It was the loss of a nail in the shoe of the King's horse that led to the defeat of his kingdom. Take out the command and control center, along with its King, then you could change the matrix, all for the want of a small nail.

When Steelhard eliminated Gloom’s third eye with Cag’s Fang knife, the Yar communication system had ceased to exist through all the Greys. It was every snake for itself, a complete breakdown of command and control. The Tall Greys retreated to their colony cities outside the orbit of the Earth’s moon. They took the smaller Greys from Earth to a penal colony on the Moon. Gloom's defeat had curtailed their access to earth’s DNA pool, and reduced their supply base for the water, food and energy that Gloom had provided them for their services as human supervisors and harvesters. They had also lost a portion of their Earth based Solar System Space fleet and maintenance facilities, along with a huge labor pool. They departed, leaving the mess for their expelled hybrid minions, the Anunnaki, stationed on the Moon, guarding the Aquarian Armory, to cleanup. Gloom, as their locale controller, was gone, and the Tall Greys didn't completely trust their war-like creations, the Anunnaki. However, it was just a short-term reversal for a race with life spans of millions of years. Call it a lost weekend.

Time was irrelevant to these advanced species; a lifetime in human terms was but a blink of their eye. It was always the same in conflicts, some lose and others gain, but in this instance it was just a twinkle of time. There was no time rush, as the Tall Grey Overlords fled, but they had left the backdoor ajar into their hen house. What could inferior humans accomplish with a race of slaves that were nothing more than moles, earthworms to breed for either food stock, or labor? The return to Earth would become the new legend, a chance for the fierce Anunnaki to redeem their position on Earth, and save the day. This time they would be released not to create, but to destroy the newly advanced human's surface civilizations again, or be destroyed themselves. Either way the Tall Greys won. It was just a brief matter of time.

As the Black Tigers took control over an underground section, they would rotate the underground people trying to live in the enclosed surface holding areas back into the safety of their environment with proper guidance and assistance. In the beginning, it had been difficult to convince them to return, but after a few successes many began to follow the few who understood the nature of the problems facing a whole population of people who had never known any level of freedom, let alone living above ground. There were enough recent abductees to bridge the communication gaps necessary to help organize the different Worker Series units into a rehab program to begin the process of reeducating the drone stock of people back into human beings and not a food source, or labor force. Some who could not make the immediate transition would continue to act like food drones, feeding and waiting to be processed like cattle. It would require patience and care to help rehab these lost souls. There was no other option morally. The termination of infected humans was painful, but until they could find a cure it was an unfortunate necessity.

It was taking billions of dollars to support and reintegrate a whole population that had never seen the sun. When they did see the sun it was painful; their eyes were not accustomed to the infrared light, barometric pressure, the higher degree of oxygen and different diets. The main problem was the biological viruses that had genetically affected the humans living underground through the centuries; their bodies couldn’t fight off the surface world’s diseases. It was determined that it would be better to slowly readjust the population, using the recent abductees as surface elements while they better organized the living conditions underground for the majority of the people. It was a huge undertaking, but Steelhard was adamant that no matter how long it took or how much it cost, it was necessary to follow through with the process. Steelhard, with the assistance of all the Temple Cats and the Crystals, worked overtime to stress the rehab program, using the telepathic power of their third eye to communicate with the entire population. It was draining to Steelhard, who was still an infant in the process, but his total dedication to saving as many people as he could, gave him all of the passion necessary to make the breakthrough to a higher level of telegenic communication. Gloom’s command and control center became the apex of this effort, since it controlled all the physical elements of the underground systems and connected into the surface world.

Steelhard had moved his operations back into Gloom's command and control center, so he could communicate more effectively with all the sections and people of the underground society. He used the Crystals and his telepathic abilities to reassure the Worker Series humans that they all had a future, and that they would take care of the ones that couldn’t transition. He and David handpicked the best and brightest Worker Series humans and formed a main council that would be developed as a ruling body. This main council, with guidance, began establishing local councils to administer the various sections throughout the underground world.

Unit 201 was appointed as chairman of the main council and also served as the technical adviser for the new Department of Technology. He helped select the brightest of the workers necessary to operate the underground system as department heads.

Tom Morgan brought in a large team of engineers and research scientists to work with the Department of Technology, to gain working knowledge on the large fleet of USO’s and UFO’s. The Worker Six Series units were highly trained technicians that were able to work on the different levels of the advanced equipment. After a few bruises, both groups of humans came to respect each other’s abilities. It was amazing to see the two groups side by side, almost as though each came from a different world, one without sunlight and one with. Until they could slowly adjust the atmosphere, the surface humans had to rotate topside once a week or use climate re-breathers. They had solved the biological virus issue by vaccinating the surface humans, but the underground population might require generations to adapt to the surface, especially the ones subjected to eons of living underground. The problem would take a lot of patience, or some medical breakthrough.

They called the program of reinstitution Bollo, in honor of the effort by the U.S. Navy to welcome the people from below back into the community of humans. The Navy understood submarine psychology, and living under the surface. The sudden access to an underwater kingdom and USO’s was a gold mine, providing a new career path for anyone with a love of the oceans. The Black Tigers remained in control of the UFO fleet, allowing the U.S. Navy to develop a new subsurface fleet, and help to recruit only the best surface jet jockeys, supported by the Department of Technology to put together a space fleet, training in high orbit around the planet. The sub surface mining concessions were beginning to pay for the total support of the whole project; and Steelhard had established a trust managed by the Polaris Foundation. The trust would build