Earth Dominion (Book 1): Deception: Love’s Hidden Needs and Aliens’ Doomsday

By RB Spell

Earth Dominion (Book 1): Deception: Love’s Hidden Needs and Aliens’ Doomsday Rescue by RB SPELL (47960 words). Deception is the worst enemy of love’s hidden needs, but an alien’s doomsday rescue is about to change the lives of everyone on earth. A UFO is flying along minding its own business when a drunk Air Force general tries to shoot it down, because he thinks it’s just some kind spy plane. Looks like it crashes in Virginia. A local university professor and the military cannot figure out what it is. Some soldiers are bored and start shooting at it, but they are killed with their own bullets. The object vanishes without a sound ... but doomsday is fast approaching.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RB Spell
• Release date: Oct 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370800902

RB Spell

The author is a retired university professor with over 40 years teaching and writing in college systems. He taught diagnostic medical sciences to help find out why people get sick. Now, he lives in a paradise called Florida ... where it is so hot the mosquitos drown in their own sweat. His beautiful wife, a professional belly dancer, wants him to spend less time exploring the universe and more time exploring with her. When he has time he writes a little bit, too. He prefers entendres to parables, but uses both. His greatest discovery in life is that there is nothing that compares to the joy of being with his wife ... she provides far more discoveries than an inexhaustible imagination exploding into the unfathomable expanse of infinity (... and he likes hyperbole, too).

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This book is fiction, and no person living or dead (including the author) is portrayed in this book. Strangely, though, this book series could become a fact.

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Table of Contents

Series Information

Preface

Chapter 1UFO or Meteor

Chapter 2Weird News and the Professor

Chapter 3Strange News and Dark Figures

Chapter 4Hologram or Fuzzy Black UFO

Chapter 5 No UFO Hoax

Chapter 6Unexplained Video Review

Chapter 7Weird Fuzzy Raindrops

Chapter 8 IDIOT Military Software and Philosophy

Chapter 9The Visitors

Chapter 10 News Media and Reporters

Chapter 11 UFO (Unlimited Foolish Observations)

Chapter 12 Swamp Gas or Hologram

Chapter 13 Mean Government Agents

Chapter 14 The Military Psychiatrist

Chapter 15 Strange Man or Alien

Author Bio

Series Information

Coming Soon …

EARTH DOMINION SERIES

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All titles in the Earth Dominion series are full-length novels of 40 thousand words or more.

Current Earth Dominion Titles by RB SPELL (in the Earth Dominion Series):

(Book 1): Deception: Love’s Hidden Needs and Alien’s Doomsday Rescue

(Book 2): Abduction: Promising New Love in a Deadly Alien Paradise

(Book 3): Paradise: Exotic Magic Fruit makes Sexual Pleasures Deadly

(Book 4): Chaos: Lovers Survive Paradise but Aliens Abduct Them Again

(Book 5): Departure: Lust Paradise Lost return to Deadly New Earth

(Book 6): Regeneration: Sailing through Dimensions with Enhanced Magical Powers

(Book 7): Full Circle: (This is a temporary title.) … coming soon

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Preface

©Imagination – The Infinite Inspiration for Adventure

Deception is the worst enemy of love’s hidden needs, but an alien’s doomsday rescue is about to change the lives of everyone on earth. A UFO is flying along minding its own business when a drunk Air Force general tries to shoot it down because he thinks it’s just some kind spy plane.

Looks like it crashed in Virginia. A local university professor and the military cannot figure out what it is. Some soldiers are bored and start shooting at it, but they are killed with their own bullets. The strange object vanishes without a sound … but doomsday is fast approaching.

The military and a university professor view hundreds of videos but cannot make heads nor tails of the mysterious object hanging in the air in the Virginia mountains near Roaring Oak College. A strange man is puking his guts out near the object, but he will not say one word. The professor thinks the object is just a hologram-prank produced by local students, but government spooks think otherwise.

The professor is irritated by this intrusion into his love live, and his hidden lover desperately needs him … but he has no idea of the immense changes coming in his life because of this strange object.

Mankind’s dominion over the earth will soon come to an end.

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CHAPTER 1

UFO or Meteor

Alien Fleet

This was a great and prestigious duty station, hidden away in the restricted mountains of western United States. The only way in or out was with stealth helicopters.

The station’s government function was officially designated as LEED (Life Ending Event Detection) for defense against incoming asteroids or other large rocks.

This command station was linked to every spy satellite in the sky above the Earth. That should have been a clue right there as to the function of the station.

Satellites are not telescopes that scour the heavens for doomsday rocks. Many of these spy satellites could detect other stuff … including unidentified objects.

The station’s primary mission was actually to detect and monitor any suspicious objects heading toward the Earth other than big killer rocks.

Secretly, the government was more afraid of encounters with alien civilizations than they were with Life Ending Rocks from the sky.

Not every strange thing that appears in the sky is a weather balloon. Some of them are not flying saucers either. But … when something did show up … the fun began.

General, Sir, we have been tracking an object approaching the Earth at about 40,000 miles an hour. Impact point is probably in northern California in about forty-five minutes.

The sergeant shifted uneasily in his squeaky chair as he waited for the general to reply on the speakerphone.

The sergeant had grown weary of the entire asteroid and comet impact-extinction buzz on TV science channels, and he was about ready to puke every time he heard the word UFO in connection with anything from space.

Is it a meteor? Sounds like about the right speed. How big is it, and what direction is it coming from? Keep me informed as soon as you find out anything, the general said.

You know how jittery the world is now about meteors ending all our lives, and all that exciting media hype from the HHHNN news group, the general said.

The general spoke fast to everyone, often asking a dozen questions without waiting for a reply, as if he were making a rhetorical speech … and he didn’t tone done his language one tiny little bit either.

Someone in the control room said, General, Sir, what is the HHHNN news group … never heard of that one before.

The general was already on his fifth glass of top-notch single malt Scotch whiskey when he slurred back, "Don’t none of you people know anything?

"The HHHNN is the well-known news channel called Happy Hopping Horseshit Numb Nuts, and they are the dumbest most self-serving assholes to ever insult a microphone."

He clicked off the speakerphone without waiting for any answers from anyone.

There was one sergeant in the control room that hated the general’s abrupt attitude, and the sergeant played sneaky games with the general every chance he got.

Damn it. The sergeant muttered to himself. Someday, someone is going to have a match ready to light a fuse to a bomb somewhere and that bastard will hang up the phone while he looks for a new bottle of Scotch.

Suddenly, the object accelerated at great speed for about fifteen seconds and stopped one hundred miles above the Earth. It was 10:19 PM Pacific Daylight Saving Time on Halloween Eve.

The sergeant frantically rang the general’s phone, and he tried to start speaking as soon as he heard the connection so that the general could not butt in, but the general beat him to the punch.

"Whoever you are, get that damn squeaky chair oiled or replaced. I’m tired of hearing you move around in the creaky thing.

Can’t get any sleep around here with that stupid chair squeaking day and night. What is it you want this time, and it better be good?

Speaking as fast as he could talk, without showing his animosity, the sergeant tried to answer his backlog of questions all at once, "Sir, you might want to come down here right away.

"Things have suddenly changed. The thing was coming from the direction of the Moon. It is not an asteroid or a comet. It didn’t take 45 minutes to get here like we thought it would; it took about 21 seconds.

It didn’t hit the ground, but it stopped about 100 miles up! Looks like it may only be about 40 to 50 feet in diameter, but the various sensors we have are unclear about that.

There was silence for about 10 seconds before the irritated general spoke.

"It stopped? Just what in the hell are you trying to tell me sergeant? Things don’t just stop up in the air when they have been blazing in here at 40,000 miles an hour.

"Get your eyes and your equipment checked out and call me back with something I can believe.

And, don’t tell me it’s a stinking UFO. You know we can’t report anything like that to Washington because that’s like trying to prove that God exists, or something.

The general didn’t like the sergeant’s attitude. He was beginning to suspect that the sergeant played games with him, but he couldn’t prove it.

A minute later the sergeant called the general back and said, "Sir, the object is hovering stationary at 100 miles mean-sea-level (MSL) above Mount Shooter in northern California.

"It has not moved since stopping there a couple of minutes ago.

We can’t get a fix on it because it is still glowing like a ball of fire from Earth atmosphere entry heat. Too much infrared radiation is coming from it.

The sergeant could hear the ice tinkling in the general’s Scotch glass as he was apparently trying to think up some excuse for not coming back down to the control center.

Finally, the general spoke, Sergeant, where in the hell is Mount Shooter?

Sorry, Sir. That’s the nickname for the next mountain to go boom-boom in northern California. Probably right after their next devastating Earthquake in northern California, the sergeant replied.

It’s also called Mount Shagnasty. The sergeant had a growing dislike for the general and baited him every chance he got.

He knew that the general would not have a clue where Mount Shagnasty was and that that was still not its correct name. The general was usually in such an alcoholic haze he wouldn’t know the difference between a Ping-Pong ball and a ball of cotton.

This ultra-secret control center was one of fifty such centers that dotted continents around the globe. Gone were the days of military installations that reeked of military grade Cosmoline and other stinking greasy stuff.

These spy places were posh and well equipped with lots of comfy things that the taxpayer provided for those that endured discomfort for the safety of the planet.

This particular site was the network command center, but they were all connected through various communication links. They all had various state-of-the-art electronic communications, global electronic and optical tracking equipment, radar, infrared tracking, and much more.

They were also hooked into a ring of twenty-four stealth satellites that circled the globe. Twelve of the satellites were in equatorial, geo-stationary orbits and twelve were in moving polar orbits.

These satellites did not broadcast electronic signals that could be picked up by any ham radio operators in their backyard with big antennas and stuff from Radio Shack.

These satellites had Focused Ultra Communications Technology (FUCT) that beamed signals to specific reception sites to within one nanometer of oscillation in any direction on Earth. No one was going to intercept these secret satellite signals without super-secret manufactured technology.

The beauty of these super stealth satellites was that they could broadcast to any reception site in their direct circular Earth orbit window of communications.

The secret to their success was that they did not communicate unless they received a bounce-back signal from a randomly encoded official relay site.

These satellites could also communicate with each other to relay information to all parts of the world instantly to those with the correct communications hardware and encrypted software.

Finally, the handsome, young dark-haired general came stumbling in with his wooden cane. He claimed to have an old war wound which wasn’t bad enough to get him kicked out of the Air Force.

Everyone knew that the cane-and-stumble act was a cover up to hide his usual state of alcoholic intoxication … which was somewhere between just getting high and absolute blind blotto drunk.

Almost everyone tolerated the general without making waves because these ultra-secret surveillance sites were also ultra-boring.

They needed women in their command if for nothing more than to have some challenging disagreements. Besides that, it was nice to have women around to flirt with even if you didn’t get any.

However, the government was not stupid about the hormonal needs of its servicemen, but they did not let them have shore-leave because of the intense security requirements.

They did, however, have secret contracts with certain pleasure centers that could be flown in at night by stealth helicopters.

One such international pleasure organization was known as AHH (Absolute Honey Heaven).

The sergeant was not as tolerant as everyone else though. He thoroughly hated the general’s guts.

The general was the object of gossip as well as being the butt of most jokes. They all wondered how a 29-year old could become a general at such an early age.

He had college degrees in medicine and English. He was a stickler for pronouncing words correctly even though he often butchered words through his alcoholic illusions.

He must have had some very high connections in powerful places. He must have also screwed up somewhere to get an assignment like this.

It was rumored that he had failed as a baby doctor in the Air Force; so, the military promoted him to a job he was equally incompetent at doing anything important … because they never expected any UFO’s to appear anywhere.

Maybe his six-figure salary kept him in line. Maybe he stayed in an alcoholic orbit with his Scotch bottle to lessen the impact of the pain of being a cloistered spy with the power to kill on command.

What a dangerous combination it was to have power and alcohol on the brain while being incompetent at the same time. Seems pretty much like the 546 components of the four arms of USA government, minus some of the