Don't Play With the Aliens Book II

By Oz Carter

After Arlo Tuck was captured by the aliens Hedra and Mok on the dead planet Khyron and upgraded by their technology, the aliens’ curiosity about human reproduction led them to discover that they could share Arlo’s bioenergy. Arlo’s bioenergy affected Hedra and Mok as strongly as Hedra’s pheromones affected Arlo, and they became linked in a mutually beneficial threesome.
Hedra and Mok discovered from records that aside from those who survived the destruction of their planet in their underground shelter, 50,000 years ago others were sent to establish a colony on a planet many lightyears away. When Hedra and Mok informed Arlo that they could modify his ship so that it could create transit wormholes, a technology beyond humans and any other known species, and make the journey in minutes, he agreed to take them to seek out the colony. Despite his genuine affection for them, he was motivated by the prospect gaining fame and wealth from possessing their technology.
On arrival at the planet where the colony was established, Arlo and Hedra and Mok encounter a species called the Torterians. When the Torterians communicate with Arlo through their primitive language translation system, the knowledge implant that Hedra and Mok put in Arlo’s brain captures all the languages in the Torterians’ translation database. He is can now speak the language of the Torterians and the language of the descendants of the colonists, in addition to the language of Hedra and Mok.
The Torterians are a warrior race that has enslaved the descendants of the colonists. Strangely, they are familiar with humans, who they call Specterans, and they assume Mok and Hedra are Arlo’s slaves.
Arlo explains the situation to Hedra and Mok, but it is beyond their comprehension. They insist on reuniting with their people. Despite his misgivings, Arlo agrees to complete the journey. To get the distasteful taste over as quickly as possible he ignores the Torterians’ warning that because of energy discharges in the planet’s Van Allen Belt, the only safe entry into the atmosphere is a polar route.
The ship sustains damage and Arlo manages a crash landing in an uninhabited wasteland. He is stranded along with Mok and Hedra. He has brought along his surface vehicle and one of the utilitarian spheres that he can control with the knowledge implant. During a long-range scan with the sphere, he locates a village in an oasis in the wasteland.
The villagers, who call themselves Cirraktutans believed that Hedra and Mok were deities from the spirit world Khyron who had come to free them from the Torterians. Because Arlo was physically different from Hedra and Mok and he can speak their language and the language of the deities, the Cirraktutans believed he was a higher deity. When he uses the power imparted to him by Khyrondratta technology to destroy a Torterian ship, his divinity seems to be confirmed. He agrees to help the Cirraktutans until he can find a way off their planet.
Using his new powers, Arlo conquers the Torterians and becomes their master. To his dismay, he learns that humans provided the means and the motivation for the enslavement of the Cirraktutans. Not just any humans, but his former employer, Specter Corporation, for the purpose of extracting valuable minerals.
The Cirraktutans worship Arlo, and he also controls millions of Torterians, genetically engineered soldiers who destroyed their own creators. Arlo decides that being a god isn’t so bad, so he decides to stick around.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Oz Carter
• Release date: Dec 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9780990372288

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Don’t Play With the Aliens

Book II

By

Oz Carter

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All rights reserved.This e-book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely used for fiction purposes. Any similarity to actual persons, organizations, and/or event is purely coincidental.Copyright © 2017 by Oz Carter.

Chapter 1

The rising sun told Arlo he’d been driving in an easterly direction. The terrain had become hillier and the vegetation more plentiful. A hundred-kilometer hemispherical scan of the surface and the air didn’t show any Torterians in pursuit. Arlo was confident that they were far enough from the destroyed Torterian ship and started looking for a place to resettle the villagers.

Arlo had never killed a sentient being before. But did the crew of the Torterian ship qualify as sentient beings? They were biologically engineered war machines. But they had a sense of self-preservation. That’s why they stopped killing each other and killed their creators. That made them sentient.

Arlo didn’t feel any remorse about killing them, although he realized he could’ve simply disabled their ship and its weapons. He’d acted on an impulse to save himself and the others. Taking down that ship made him feel powerful, and the ease with which he did it started him thinking. If humans gave the Torterians spaceflight technology, he should be able to pilot their ships. With the sphere, he could capture one and find the wormhole the humans use to enter this region of space. If he could get back to Human Space, he’d report what’s going on here, and maybe the OSS would intervene militarily.

He detected a cavern with a hot spring seventy kilometers to the south, in an area where plant life was plentiful. It looked like a promising place to resettle the villagers.

I think I’ve found a new home for our friends, he said to Hedra and Mok.

The knowledge of Arlo’s extrasensory powers compounded their bewilderment. Hedra asked, Will they cause more death?

Mok asked, Will you help them?

If it becomes necessary, Arlo replied. We’re not going to let the Torterians kill us.

Hedra said, We don’t understand."

Mok asked, Why must anyone cause death?

That’s the nature of the universe, Arlo replied.

Arlo stopped Rover in a lush subtropical canyon that had been gouged out of ancient, uplifted sedimentary rock by the glacier. The entrance to the cavern was hidden by dense overgrowth. The water of the spring inside the cavern was warmed by heat rising from a deep magma body, like the kind that had caused the uplift millions of years ago.

As the villagers climbed out of Rover’s makeshift passenger compartment, Arlo noticed that those with similar body markings stood together. He could see similarity in their facial features. They were family groups. But, assuming Cirraktutans reproduced like their Khyrondratta ancestors, Arlo didn’t know if he was looking at groups of sisters or of daughters, mothers, grandmothers, and great-grandmothers, or combinations thereof.

With the sphere floating above him, Arlo led the way through the foliage to the entrance of the cavern. He told the villagers to wait at the entrance and went in alone.

Inside, the cavern was pitch black, but with the sphere’s sensors as his eyes, Arlo could see perfectly well. The hot spring was at the far end of the large, oblong cavern. Water poured from an opening in the wall and collected in a depression that had been eroded into the cavern floor.

Arlo leveled the cavern floor and carved the depression into a circular bathing pool with the bottom sloping to one meter deep. He carved a toilet tough with a little dam, where hydrostatic forced the water to form a cleansing spout.

He cut a sleeping nook into the right-side wall for each family group and for Sat Bal-Onk. He created a nook for Hedra and Mok, set apart from the others. He formed recesses in the left-side wall and bored down to a shallow natural gas pocket beneath the cavern. Natural gas flowed up the bore holes and Arlo ignited it, lighting the cavern with permanent flames.

The villagers marveled at their new home when Arlo beckoned them inside. Sat Bal-Onk declared, Praise the Protector! The villagers knelt before Arlo and pressed their foreheads to the ground. As an afterthought, Arlo took out his mating appendage and consecrated the cavern with the yellow fluid.

Rise, Arlo said to the villagers when he had finished the consecration. As they stood, he could see the adoration in their eyes. Select your family sleeping places. Then bring the food and the weapons from the vehicle. He could’ve used the sphere’s tractor beam to bring in the food and weapons, but he wanted the villagers to feel useful.

Hedra and Mok were as impressed by the new living quarters as the villagers. Hedra said, You’ve built a Shelter.

Mok said, And you built it so quickly.

Doing the same work by using the hand-hand controller to configure and control the energy beams would’ve taken hours if not days, rather than the minutes Arlo needed.

Sat Bal-Onk approached and asked, May I speak?

You may, Arlo replied.

I understand now. The invasion by the Torterians was a test of our worthiness. You’ve deemed us worthy, so you’ve come from Khyron to take us back to the way of the Divine Words, as foretold in the prophecy.

Prophecy? If the Cirraktutans insisted on believing that he and Hedra and Mok were deities, Arlo decided they might as well believe that some prophecy had come true. Yes, he said. Then he realized that the markings on the left side of Sat Bal-Onk’s body—the five-by-five rows of circles with two dots in each—were the same as the layout of the sleep cylinders in the Shelter on Khyron, with two people in each.

Do you know the origin of these markings? he asked, tracing around the circles and dots with a finger.

My family has always been Word Keepers, Sat Bal-Onk replied. The Torterians didn’t find the inner sanctum of the holy temple in Asherahan. The Divine Words are waiting there for you.

"Thank you.