Roswell Converts

By Gary T Brideau

About the story: Jim, a teacher at the First Christian Church in Clark’s
Corner, Earth. He is caught in the middle of things, when the evil General
Larze, from the planet Lazertra, on the other side of the galaxy, tries to
overthrow the Planetary Alliance.
“I might as well go along with the prank. He quickly opened the
passenger door of his car, saying, “Do you mind, coming home with me? I
have just the place, where you can hide.” Continuing on home, Jim glanced
at, the supposed alien, and questioned, “So, what planet are you from?” “I
am forever grateful for your assistance, kind sir. My name is Ab, and I’m
from the planet, Mystera, which is, on the other side of the galaxy.” Jim
stated with a smirk, “Our Milky Way Galaxy is so vast, which means, it
should have taken you years to get here, traveling at the speed of light.”
“Not really, answered Ab, “You see, my people have a way to fold space,
making the distance shorter.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479759286

Gary T Brideau

I was born in a small house in Brooklyn, Nova Scotia, Canada in 1947 and moved to Bridgeport, Connecticut as a small boy. I met Lauren, the love of my life in1985 and were married years later and moved to Bristol, Connecticut. One night, I had a vivid dream that caught my attention, that spurred me to write it down, and sent it to my sister T. Jene Brideau, for an interpretation who also is a writer. She wrote and told me that the story was good. I took her encouragement and my imagination went to work. That’s when I discovered my God-given talent to write great space adventures stories. From then on, I have written over fifty stories of which only seven of them have been published with great reviews.

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Contents

Chapter 1     Reality Check

Chapter 2     A Deadly Delay

Chapter 3     Death’s Door

Chapter 4     The Best Laid Plans

Chapter 5     Trouble Down Under

Chapter 6     No Place to Hide

Chapter 7     Thin Ice

Chapter 8     Presumption

Chapter 9     No Way Back

Chapter 10   In Search of

Chapter 11   The Deadly Plot

Chapter 12   Holding Fast

Chapter 13   Jim

Chapter 14   Between a Rock and a Hard place

Chapter 15   The Eye of the storm

Chapter 16   Where to from here?

Chapter 17   Infiltration

Chapter 18   The Rescue Attempt

Chapter 19   Woody’s moment in the sun.

Chapter 20   Woody’s Game

Chapter 21   The Snare

Chapter 22   The Embarrassment of Defeat

Chapter 23   Larze is Dread

Chapter 1

Reality Check

Jim, a tall, lean, brother in the Lord, with short, brown hair was finishing up the Wednesday evening bible study, at the First Christian Church in Clark’s Corner, somewhere in New England, saying, That finishes up our study on the Apostle Paul in Panorama. Next week’s study we will be studying Sanctification. Oh! Don’t forget to pick up the new study guide, on your way out.

Vicky, a short thin woman in her thirties, raised her hand and inquired, Jim, when are we going to do a study on aliens and the Bible?

Jim pondered her question for several minutes, then, answered tactfully, "We’re not. Because, there are no such things as aliens, from outer space. Out of all the UFO sightings, since nineteen forty-seven, where are the cold hard facts that prove beyond the shadow of a doubt, that aliens do exist? They’re just someone’s imagination, gone wild. After seeing some kind of unidentified flying object in the sky, right away, everyone thinks it has to be an alien.

Besides, space is too vast for someone to build a spacecraft and fly thousands of light years through space, to reach a planet. Not only that, none of the planets that man has explored, has water in its liquid form. Which is vital to sustain life? With a galaxy full of dead planets, how can there be aliens? Does that answer your question?"

A slightly bewildered Vicky slowly nodded, yes. Jim then asked, Vicky, could you close in prayer?

The woman slowly rose to her feet, and prayed, Lord, thank you for Jim and the gift of teaching that you have given him. Vicky paused, cast an eye at Jim, then prayed, Lord, open his understanding concerning space, amen.

Vicky approached Jim, in the church parking lot, and stated, I find UFOs, an interesting subject and often wonder, how that fits into the Word of God. We just can’t turn a blind eye, to the fact, that there’s something flying around our skies, that we can’t be explained. Don’t you agree?

Jim pointed his finger at her, and firmly stated, Come back to reality, Vicky. You need to keep your attention more on Christ, instead of on foolishness, like space travel, there is no such thing as Roswell converts.

Sir, my heart and mind is on the Lord, answered Vicky, As a science major, I am aware of that fact that most of those space movies will never happen, in a million years, but, it doesn’t matter to me. If UFOs and space travel are a contrivance of someone’s imagination, God gave his children the gift to dream. That’s my dream. Vicky pondered for a moment, then inquired, Didn’t you say two weeks ago, that the Lord will use us, with all of our faults?

Yeeeah, answered Jim slowly, wondering what Vicky was getting at.

Then, God accepted me, my UFOs and all, don’t you agree?

Jim chuckled at Vicki’s logic, then stated, Sister, I’ll pray for you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get going. Don’t forget to get signed up for the Outreach program, coming up next month.

Vicky beamed, as she proudly answered, It so happens, that I was the first one to sign the sheet. See you Sunday morning, brother.

On the way home that night on a quiet, wooded section of the road, Jim thought to himself, Vicky has a lot to learn about Christianity. Suddenly, a tall orange figure, clad in a light green robe, staggered out of the woods, in front of his car, frantically waving his hands. Slamming on the brakes, Jim brought his car to a screeching halt. Jumping out of his car then, abruptly stopped, in shock, squinting at the strange, orange figure, standing in the glow of his headlights for three seconds. Then Jim hollered, Alright, Vicky, very cute! But, it won’t work!

The strange man questioned, as he nervously glanced around, Sir, can you please help me? My ship is damaged, and I’m afraid, if I stay outside too long, I’ll be caught.

Jim sighed, then, in disgust, I might as well go along with the prank. He quickly opened the passenger door of his car, saying, Do you mind, coming home with me? I have just the place, where you can hide."

Continuing on home, Jim glanced at, the supposed alien, and questioned, So, what planet are you from?

I am forever grateful for your assistance, kind sir. My name is Ab, and I’m from the planet, Mystera, which is, on the other side of the galaxy.

Jim stated with a smirk, Our Milky Way Galaxy is so vast, which means, it should have taken you years to get here, traveling at the speed of light.

Not really, answered Ab, You see, my people have a way to fold space, making the distance shorter."

Fold space? inquired a puzzled Jim.

Yes. The only way I can explain, is to take a piece of rope eight feet long, then bring the two ends together.

Ah, yeah. Very interesting concept. When your ship is back in working order, can you show it to me?

No problem. answered Ab.

Jim pulled into the dirt driveway of his farmhouse in the country and stated firmly, The masquerade is over. I know, Vicky set you up to all this. So, take off that stupid looking, disguise.

I assure you sir, I am not wearing a mask, of any kind, I am, who I say that I am. Now let’s go inside, before someone spots us!

If, you won’t remove that idiotic mask, then I will! Jim reached over and grabbed Ab’s smooth warm head, then, quickly withdrew it in shock, You’re ah, ah, an alien!

What gave you that idea? questioned Ab calmly, Now, shall we go inside, before everyone in the whole neighborhood finds out, that I’m here?

Okay, replied Jim, as he nervously fumbled around for the door handle. Then promptly stepped out of the car, tripped and fell flat on his face. Ab chuckled quietly, as he stepped out of the vehicle, to assist his panicky friend. Once inside Jim’s farmhouse, Ab slowly inspected the country style kitchen, he inquired, Do you happen to have a machine that makes a hot, brown liquid?

Jim’s mind raced, as he tried to figure out, what strange concoction this orange alien, was talking about. Then he said, I don’t think I have, what you’re looking for.

Sure, you do, replied Ab quickly, It’s Earth’s favorite drink. Reaching into a cupboard, Ab took out a large blue, can and exclaimed, This is what I was looking for, coffee. Now, you just sit there, while, I brew us a pot of java.

Fifteen minutes later, Ab poured Jim a hot cup of coffee, to help him unwind, he pulled out a small jug of yellow liquid from a sack slung over his shoulder, poured some in a glass and stated firmly. Drink this, before you have your coffee. It’ll help you to relax.

Jim glared at the strange substance, then pushed it away, saying, No thanks. I’m fine.

You don’t trust me, do you? queried Ab, as he stared deep into Jim’s eyes. Then, he poured himself a small glass of the yellow liquid and drank it.

Jim watched Ab intently, waiting for him to keel over, or something; when he didn’t, Jim willingly drank his glass. After finishing his second cup of coffee, Ab excused himself, Do you mind, if I sack out on your couch, tonight? It’s been a long day.

Sure, go ahead,

A half hour later, his fiancée Ella, medium height, barged in the back door, all out of breath, hollering, Are you alright?

Yeah, sure. What’s the problem?

Haven’t you heard the news? Something crashed in the woods five miles east of here, spraying debris all over route Six, with the remains of a woman, who was splattered all over the place. People are afraid, that it’s an invasion from Mars. She darted into the living room, saying, Let’s see if there’s something, on the TV about it.

Before, Jim could say anything, a bloodcurdling scream reverberated from the living room, followed by a red faced Ella, who stormed up to Jim stating angrily, Ha ha, very funny, Jim. Remind me to laugh sometime. I thought you didn’t believe in UFOs? Then, tell me, why do you have an orange alien, on your couch, in the living room? At least, you could have bought a gray, alien dummy, instead of that stupid orange, thing, which doesn’t even look real.

Sorry for scaring you, Hon, but, there is no alien dummy, lying on my couch.

What! screamed an irate Ella, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Don’t look now, but, there’s one in there. If you didn’t put it there, then, who did?

Ella plopped herself down, at the kitchen table with her back to the living room, silently nursing her coffee. Seconds later, Ab staggered out of the living room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, moaned, Why all the racket?

Oh, Ella, Sweet, Honey, meet, my friend, Ab. He’ll be staying with me, for a few days.

Ella stood up, eager to great Jim’s friend. But, when she saw Ab, she immediately fainted. Ab glanced down at Ella and commented, I take it Earthlings aren’t used to meeting beings, outside of their own race.

You could say that. answered Jim, Give me a hand, will you please. I want to put her on the recliner in the living room.

Minutes later, Ella awoke, glared at Ab, thinking he was an alien manikin and stated, Jim, you either get rid, of that dumb looking alien, or the wedding’s off!

Ab calmly replied, I’ve been called many things, but, never, dumb looking.

Realizing Ab was, in fact, real, Ella squealed, as she scurried up the back of the recliner, tipping it backwards. Then, she proceeded to shriek, Do something, Jim! It’s going to kill us!

By now, Ab’s patience’s was wearing thin, and he glanced at Jim, who was frantically trying to calm down his love, with no results. Ab reached in his sack, which lay on the floor, next to the couch and took out his emerald green orb. Grasping it in both hands, in front of his face, he began to hum softly, which caused the sphere to amplify the soft melodious sound, putting Ella into a hypnotic state. He then stated softly, Ella, stand up and sit on the couch.

Eyes glazed, Ella walked to the couch, and sat with her back stiff. You’re not in danger. No alien is going to kill you. When you wake, in five minutes, you’re going to remain calm. Understand?

Ella slowly nodded her head in agreement. Glancing around, Ab expected the police to come rushing in, at any moment. Jim gently placed his hand, on his shoulder stating, Don’t worry, friend, our nearest neighbor, is a mile or so away.

As Ella was coming out of her hypnotic state, a sudden blinding, light blue flash flooded the room and quickly faded, leaving Thor standing in the middle of the floor.

What’s up Thor, Inquired Ab, You have that look of impending doom.

Ella immediately leveled her gaze at Thor, questioning politely, Excuse me sir, but, would you like a cup of coffee, and maybe some oatmeal raisin cookies?

Yes, thank you.

Ella was brewing a fresh pot of coffee, while everyone was seated, around the kitchen table, Thor stated, Earth’s in big trouble, the space patrol stopped a ship in the Blue Ringed system, smuggling contraband. But, before the police could catch them, the smugglers shoved the contraband through a portal.

Let me, guess. The contraband were two Snow Wolfs, they’re here, on this planet, and you want me to catch them. Am I right? I do hope, you are going to send me someone, to help me capture, these brute beasts.

Thor smiled sheepishly, and remained silent.

Oh, great, moaned Ab, You mean, I have to use these two Earthlings? I might, as well, have Frick, and Frack, as my back up.

Sorry, old friend. I couldn’t get anyone, at the last minute. Tippy is here on Earth, somewhere but, I’m not sure where.

There has to be someone. Anyone.

Maybe I can get Phil, to assist you.

Ab sighed, then stated, He’s just, as bad, but, I guess he’s better than nothing. When’s he arriving?"

He should be arriving tomorrow, around this time. He has some things at home to take care of, first. If you don’t mind me asking, Ab, but, what are you doing exposing yourself to Earthlings? You know, it’s verboten.

I had no choice, I was testing a prototype spacecraft, when it malfunctioned, leaving me, to fend for myself on this backward planet. If Jim, here, wouldn’t have given me a ride, when he did, I would have been, that Snow Wolf’s first victim, instead of that unfortunate woman, who happened to be walking by, a few minutes later.

You mean, those beasts are here, in this part of the country? questioned a worried Thor. In that case, I’ll get Phil to hurry up. Thor grabbed a few cookies, then, in a flash of pale, blue light, he was gone.

Chapter 2

A Deadly Delay

Early the next morning, as Jim was reading the word of God in the kitchen, an iridescent, six-foot translucent white portal, opened and a tall man, with broad shoulders, curly hair and carrying a knapsack, stepped through. Jim hollered, as he jumped to his feet, Whoa! What in the world is that?

Phil extended his hand, saying, I’m Phil, and that is a portal, our means of traveling, around the galaxy.

A wide-eyed Jim, inquired, Don’t you aliens travel around in spaceships, using black holes, as a means of getting from one side of the galaxy, to the other?

Phil chuckled, We live in a barred spiral galaxy, about a hundred thousand light-years across. The only logical means of transportation, is the portal.

Yeah, but, Ab said that he crashed his ship, while testing it.

That’s because, there’s a portal device, in the nose of his ship. Phil glanced around the kitchen, inquiring, Have you had your morning meal, yet?

Ah, morning meal? I’m not following you, replied a puzzled Jim.

You know, the first meal of the day.

Oh, you mean breakfast, would you like, some? asked Jim.

I thought, you’d never ask.

After breakfast, Jim placed, on the kitchen table, a map of the area, where the Snow Wolves were, last seen. A sweaty Phil, inquired, Jim. How hot is it going to be today?

Oooh, I’d say in the mid nineties, with a touch, of humidity.

Then, you can forget about catching those beasts, in this heat.

Oh, you’re the expert on Snow Wolves? queried Ab, sarcastically.

Why do you think, they are called Snow Wolves, questioned Phil, Because, they hunt in winter and hibernate in the summer.

If that’s the case, all we have to do, is scan for them and capture them, while they’re sleeping, then, transport them back. The whole process should take a couple of hours. stated a confident Ab.

Think again. After a Snow Wolf has dug a burrow some twenty feet deep, he will hibernate; slowing his heart rate almost to a stop. He will maintain this state, until after the first, good frost. He then, goes on a killing spree, to feed his fierce appetite.

Jim piped up, "What’s the problem? They are only