Phleideis: (A Pharaoh Story)

By St. Juill Jonz

During the Age of the Dinosaurs, alien beings from the planet Ako visited Earth and took dinosaurs back home with them. Their next visit coincided with height of Egyptian civilization. The Akonians not only brought humans back home, but began to cross breed with them. Some Akonians remained on Earth and one Akonian female mated with the Pharaoh of Egypt. They had a son, Phleideis. Yet when the time came for Phleideis to ascend the throne, the Egyptians cast him out, not wishing a strange half-breed to rule their land. Phleideis went to Ako, where he became the leader of the Akonians. Now 6,000 years have passed and Phleideis once again has lost his realm because of his mixed blood. Having no where else to go, he returns to Earth, the planet of his birth, in the hope that humans have become more tolerant. He and the other half-breed exiles have constructed a glittering city in the depths of a remote desert region in the United States. Phleideis establishes a positive relationship with the first Black President of the United States, Joe Tarkus, and his most trusted advisor, General James Yancy. Phleideis will need the goodwill of the President as much as Earth will need Phleideis, as information reaches Earth that the pure bred Akonians are planning an assault against Earth-their intent is world domination. The stage is set for an epic battle between the planets and the noble pharaoh Phleideis will prove to be an invaluable ally to the human race. Phleideis is a compelling science fiction parable that confronts the issues of racism in the context of its imaginative plot. Author St. Juill Jonz demonstrates his fertile imagination in his richly detailed depiction of an alien race. While we are descended from the apes, the Akonians claim ants as their distant forebears, and Mr. Jonzs descriptions of them bring these fanciful creatures vibrantly to life. Mr. Jonz propels his complex plot to a satisfying conclusion after an edge-of-your seat battle between Earth and the fearsome Akonians.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 29, 2000
• ISBN: 9781453534359

St. Juill Jonz

A native of California, St. Juill Jonz has an associate’s degree from Bay Valley College, Santa Clara CA. St. Juill Jonz is also serving in the United States Army as a Specialist at Ft. Lewis WA and has various Patents pending in Washington D.C.; St. Juill is currently working on various scripts for the movie industry and also his second novel “Phleideis the Dander Investigation.”

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CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

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

My thanks to you, for getting me through my trials and tribulations. First, it was the escape of the adoption attempt; you know what I mean. Then years later it was the escape from Jim Jones, his attempts and failure due to the helps of you. Then the high school years where it seemed as if know one like me or cared, but it was you that kept me thinking positive. And finally, you guided me to my beautiful wife Jacqueline who joined you in the help to get me here. Now it is all about helping the homeless children of the world, a promise I made to you, just as I was helped.

GOD Almighty Alpha-Omega

PROLOGUE

Pentagon Washington D.C. Monday June 5, 2002

The world had awakened to darkness, although the sun was shining and the skies were clear; no one knew what was happening. A Four-Star General named Yancy sat at the controls in disgust, scratching his head. What could have gone wrong? Yesterday everything was fine, now everything was in extreme disaster. All satellite systems were down and communication was minimal. Yancy knew that the President was on his way and would be horrified at what was happening. The question to Yancy was: who downed all of the U.S. satellites? His mind was leaping from possibility to possibility. Could it have been China with her vast troops and population? The country had not hesitated to steal secret information on nuclear weapons. Could they be planning some kind of take over? Or could it be the Russians who were in complete dire straits. Answers would not come, for the General could only speculate helplessly without concrete evidence.

Yancy fingered the various control buttons, prodding the machinery with angry jabs at its unresponsiveness. It was useless; the panel remained lifeless. Yancy stood, and moved to a nearby window. On the streets below troops were arriving at the Pentagon and the sight comforted him. The soldiers were assembling just in case any radicals, fascist, communist or any Billy bad asses tried anything.

As he watched, a big black limousine pulled up. The General could see the President departing the limousine and his mood was evident even from the Pentagon window. His leader was shouting quite loudly and making several obscene gestures as though he was completely ticked off. The President had every right to be angry, because the most powerful leader in the world didn’t know what was going on. Tarkus had run the Presidency quite well up until now but today the man would face the biggest challenge of his presidency, perhaps of any presidency. Who shut down the communications and why?

The only thing that the General could do was sit back and take his punishment, even as he worked to come up with a simple explanation to what was going on. General Yancy hoped to God that the culprits would use all out battle instead of a nuclear attack that could devastate the entire planet. Or, perhaps, this catastrophe was some kind of computer Super Nova Virus, which would be less devastating than war; at least they could fix it and move on with life.

CHAPTER 1

CITY IN THE DESERT

The moonless night was wind-whipped and cold, as the desert temperature plummeted without the sun’s hot rays. The United States Armed Forces secured the outside boundaries of a huge sparkling city, bigger than the boundaries of Los Angeles; the huge city seemed to have sprung up over night with an extremely large pyramid soaring into the heavens, its summit obscured by a mist.

Apache helicopters circled around the city, giving a halo of flashing lights as they hovered through California’s nighttime skies. Millions of people came from miles around to witness the strange event. As the crowd peered at the city from a distance, the blue moonlight beamed down on their faces.

Out of the darkness came one distinct helicopter. It was burnished to a high gloss, gleaming more brightly than any other. The shiny craft landed in a cleared piece of ground and the President of the United States emerged.

Joe Tarkus was tall and slender in stature; his African heritage was marked by full lip, just now compressed in a grim line, and a broad nose, though his skin was quite light. The President began making his way toward an area where the military and government officials were operating, but reporters and the media rushed him, impeding his progress.

President Tarkus, do you have any idea what is going on out there? asked one reporter trying to make her way past the crowd.

No questions, please! the President said sharply as he brushed through the throng. General Yancy, who had been monitoring the city along with his troops, met the President.

Has anyone made contact with them yet? the President asked without preamble.

Sir, we’ve tried, but there is a forcefield around the entire city. We have missiles on standby, ready to fire at your command, replied General Yancy.

No, they don’t appear to be hostile. He peered up at the looming pyramid.

I want to look more closely, General. The General nodded.

We have a high powered telescope, sir. I can have it brought here for you.

Do it, ordered the President.

General Yancy excused himself, and made his way over to one of the military tents where operations were centered. He moved toward an aide to radio for the telescope. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind buffeted the tent. Yancy glanced outside and saw people bracing against the gust. Suddenly a light streamed out from the summit of the huge pyramid. The light went around in circles, similar to the rotation from a lighthouse, then the beam stopped and was stationed on the President. The crowd backed away from Tarkus, fear evident in their hushed movement.

The light suddenly went out, Yancy could see that the President was angry as well as frightened. Tarkus looked around hoping that the crowd didn’t notice his fear, but everyone’s eyes were on him. The General approached him with a smirk on his face and was trying with all his might not to laugh.

Well, Sir, I guess they know who you are.

I guess so, General Yancy, where is that telescope? said the President in a loud angry voice.

It’s on the way, Sir, but while we are waiting, can we get you something else?

Yes, bring me one of those high-powered lights. Two can play at this game, uttered the President.

Tarkus stood in silence staring at the city while rubbing his chin as the lighting devices were rolled toward him.

That is good enough, I’ll take it from here, uttered the President.

President Joe Tarkus positioned himself behind the huge lighting device, studying the equipment for a moment so that he could figure out what was what.

General Yancy saw that the President was having a hard time understanding the complex gadgets that were on the device. The General then moved closer to the President to assist him.

I can do this for you, Sir.

No, just tell me what to do, said the President.

The General pointed to several objects on the device and the light came forth as the President aimed the light at the summit of the pyramid. The illumination was so great that everyone in the area squinted their eyes while holding their hands in front of their faces. The President looked at the General as if he had accomplished a very important task.

Now they know what it feels like, said the President.

President Joe Tarkus stood laughing with the General when a very powerful light was directed from the pyramid’s summit. The light was so powerful that it turned the President’s device around, and both streams of light then fell on the two high ranking officials causing them to have temporary blindness.

Damn it! If I knew that I was going to be in a light war, I would have brought my shades, I can’t see a damn thing, said the President as he fell to his knees.

The two men were on their knees trembling while soldiers were scrambling over to them to see if they were OK.

Let us strike, Sir? said one anxious gun-happy soldier.

No, we want to avoid starting something major.

A soldier with wide-looking eyes walked out of nowhere, and approached the President and General.

Excuse me, Sir, the telescope has arrived.

Good! Set it up for us while we try to restore our eyesight, said the President as he stood rubbing his eyes.

Another soldier approached to help in setting up the telescope. Once it was set up, the Wide-eyed soldier aimed it at the pyramid and focused the instrument. The soldier looked inside the telescope and couldn’t believe his eyes; he stared for a moment.

Mr. President, we have activity.

What do you mean activity?

Well, Sir, it appears that there are three children playing near the forcefield.

Well, don’t stand around looking silly, have someone get them away from there now! said the President.

Sir, that would be fine and dandy, but they are not our children. It appears that they are on the other side of the forcefield, replied the Wide-eyed soldier.

They are inside the city?

Yes, Mr. President, they are inside the city.

General Yancy, I want you to send four soldiers to ask questions.

The General gestured to the Wide-eyed soldier who had been standing nearby.

You go, and take three soldiers with you. I still can’t see, replied the General.

The soldiers leaped into a military vehicle and sped off leaving a trail of dust behind them. The soldiers approached the forcefield, and halted a short distance from the three playing children.

The children stopped playing upon the soldier’s arrival; three pairs of eyes turned and gazed silently at the new arrivals.

The soldiers moved closer to get a better view of the children, then stopped abruptly, for it was evident that the children were not all of earthly origin. One child had blonde hair and white skin; the other two were deep ebony, with luminous black eyes showing no whites. They wore faint grins, exposing black teeth that were as shiny as pearls. Their heads were oblong, protruding at the back, with a pronounced forehead. Their noses seemed straight and finely chiseled.

Hey! Do you speak English? asked the female soldier who had been paying very close attention to the Anglo-Saxon appearing female.

Yes, said one of the black creatures.

Why are you here? asked the female soldier.

The three beings looked at each other in confusion before running away.

Hey, wait! yelled the female soldier.

The three children kept running until they disappeared into the darkness. The General’s voice was then heard on the radio transmitter.

What is going on over there?

Sir, I don’t understand it, one of those children is of earthly origin, replied the Wide-eyed soldier.

What about the other ones? asked the General.

They are black, Sir, uttered the Wide-eyed soldier.

Black! What do you mean soldier? asked the General.

Sir, I don’t know what I mean, I’m confused.

The soldier scratched his head and rested on a cactus to clear his thoughts, he was so out of it, that he didn’t feel the cactus biting.

Get your asses back here now! We need to talk.

The soldiers made their way back to the General and President to give their reports and descriptions before being released.

OK, I want this place cleared of all unauthorized personnel, uttered the President.

All right! All unauthorized personnel has to go now or else they will be issued expensive citations…citations that will take years to pay off, replied the General as he faced the crowd. The crowd quickly dispersed, but they did not go quietly with several people from the crowd starting to swear while pulling down their tents in anger.

General Yancy, I have to move on. I can’t be out here all night. Keep me posted and don’t make any drastic decisions unless you really have to, replied the President.

Yes, Sir.

The President climbed aboard his helicopter and waved to the General before being whisked off into the sky. The General then walked over to the Wide-eyed soldier.

Let me know if there are any new developments, OK?

Will do, Sir, uttered the Wide-eyed soldier.

The General went into his tent to get some sleep. The Wide-eyed solder turned around and noticed a female sitting on a military bag. He decided to go over and talk to her.

Hi, what’s your name? asked the Wide-eyed soldier.

I’m Private St. Clare. It’s an exciting night, huh?

Yeah, just great…I’m having a blast out here harassing the aliens, when I could be at the club getting my swerve on.

My what on? replied Private St. Clare.

You haven’t heard of that expression?

I’m afraid not, I’m not into street jargon.

Well excuse me, miss high and mighty, replied the Wide-eyed soldier.

The two soldiers sat in the dirt talking for some time until the Wide-eyed soldier fell asleep. Just before dawn, Private St. Clare noticed activity inside the city. Aircraft and ground vehicles were moving about the city as if everyone was going to work.

Hey! Wake up, something is going on inside the city, replied Private St. Clare.

The Wide-eyed soldier grabbed his binoculars before jumping to his feet; he frantically looked through the binoculars while shaking.

Yeah, you are right, there is activity.

Private St. Clare moved away from him shaking her head.

What’s wrong? he asked.

Your breath.

There is nothing wrong with my breath.

Yeah, I guess you are right, if you like cow poop, said Private St. Clare.

The Wide-eyed soldier looked at Private St. Clare in a harsh way before running to the General’s tent.

Sir, we have activity in the city, said the Wide-eyed soldier, while looking in.

Oh! Specialist, I think you better gargle or something, replied the General as his face held a frown.

Yes, Sir!

The General along with the Wide eyed soldier went and stood near Private St. Clare as other soldiers stood off in the distance watching the city as the sun came up.

Here come those damn reporters again! said the General as he watched the helicopters approach.

The General went back to his tent to telephone the President about the city’s activity. The Wide-eyed soldier stood talking with Private St. Clare; he was harshly chewing on a stick of gum.

I’m wondering what’s going to happen next, said the Wide-eyed soldier.

Yeah, me too, replied Private St. Clare.

The General came out of his tent and was met by reporters who just departed the helicopters; they rushed him in hopes of getting answers.

Get them out of here! Who let them in? shouted the General.

Soldiers moved the reporters back into the crowd of civilians that was beginning to form. The General signaled for all soldiers to meet him in his tent. A strategic plan was about to be submitted. The Air Force brought in more combat aircraft and stationed them on the other side of the city.

The city was now becoming completely surrounded by the Military as more tanks were being brought in. The strategic meeting began as the President arrived and stationed himself in his seat.

We have no choice but to make a move on them. They have not sent anyone to talk with us, so this is the plan. The General explained to the soldiers how they were going to use the Mavletine to dig down into the earth, so that they could go underneath the forcefield and bring themselves up on the other side taking their positions.

It was dark now and twenty soldiers were inside the tent with the giant Mavletine. They climbed aboard and strapped themselves in. The huge tractor looking machine with a big screw in the front angled itself toward the ground.

Go! yelled the General as he pointed downward.

The huge machine quickly dug its way into the earth; this process would take approximately three hours from the tent to the inner city. The soldiers peered at the rocks and soil through their windows as they made their way underneath the city.

The blades peeked through the soil and stopped because the soldiers didn’t want to bring the whole machine up alerting the aliens.

The soldiers started digging themselves out of the muddy soil. Their green suits were now brown. It was pitch dark and the soldiers were pulling up the last soldier.

A black alien craft hovered over them, as they stood erect; the soldiers didn’t notice it until the bright lights rained down on them, exposing their muddy bodies as they looked up in shock.

Back inside, now! yelled a Sergeant that was in charge.

Soldiers made a dive for the soil so that they could get away, but it was too late as the craft landed on top of them shutting off its lights.

Somebody can you read me? What’s going on in there? asked the General.

The General turned to the President with a look of worry on his face.

Sir, something has gone wrong, shall we strike?

President Joe Tarkus stood rubbing his chin for a moment with a look of anger on his face.

Strike! yelled the President as he held up his fist in fury.

The General stationed himself at the radio controllers and called for Cobras, Apaches and tanks to move in on the city. Several hundred soldiers ran toward the city to position themselves as ten Cobras and eleven Apaches made their way to the skies.

The helicopters quickly approached the city’s forcefield and took shots when commanded by the General, but nothing happened. It was as if the missiles had no strength at all.

General Yancy ordered the tanks and helicopters to fire at will. Commanders from the other side of the city also ordered planes to drop bombs on the city at will, but the bombs had no strength, just as the missiles had no strength.

President Tarkus and the General were inside the tent talking on the radios when the ground shook and dirt spewed forth from underneath the earth. The Mavletine surfaced with bodies in it; fifteen soldiers lay butchered, including the Wide-eyed soldier who was slumped over at the controls.

When the General stood back from the Mavletine, he noticed the words Perfeis engraved on its side.

What in the hell is this Perfeis? spouted the General.

General Yancy?

Yes, Sir, Mr. President?

Come here for a minute, uttered