Universe Destroyers
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There is a cosmic war raging all around us. The covert team of grey aliens charged with helping humanity to build up their technological capability in order to ensure they can best resist the reptilian invasion force. The humans of Earth must hold off the invasion as long as possible until the greys can build a large enough fleet to fly to Earth's rescue (which will take many decades). And because the greys cannot send much in the way of reinforcements to the humans until the new fleet is built, humanity will be on its own.
Due to an unforeseen event, the task force of grey spaceships sent to Earth ends up crashing. This is what we know as the 1947 crash at Roswell, New Mexico. Only one alien survived the crash. He becomes an advisor to the United States government. President Harry S. Truman creates an elite unit designed to track, catalog, collect, and reverse-engineer alien technology designated Majestic-12.
It is soon revealed to the US government that the reptilians are shapeshifters who are intent on first infiltrating the Earth and sowing discord and confusion—prepping the battlefield—to make their conquest of Earth as easy as possible. Majestic-12's mission was to work closely with the greys to build out Earth's indigenous capabilities to best resist and delay the incoming reptilian invasion. The problem is that the US government has long feared that disclosure would cause mass hysteria and collapse human civilization…thereby hindering their efforts to build an effective defense. This explains the deep secrecy around the project.
Although, the fact that the reptilians have been periodically sending small teams of their own to take on human shape and sow chaos across the Earth—even installing reptilian shapeshifters in key positions of power—has meant that Majestic-12 has had to stay hidden for decades. They must keep their circle small. When a young hacktivist named John Terrell in 2021 gains access to the covert Majestic-12 "Battle Net", he learns almost everything. What's more, he accidentally deactivates the secret satellite network that was established in the 1980s to ward off reptilian spaceships, thus slowing down the reptilian invasion plan.
Terrell meets up with a grungy old British hacker who goes by the codename of "Quant," and whose real name is Dr. Lee Chilton. Accompanying Chilton is a man John never believed he'd ever meet: his father, Jayson. Chilton, who acts as a gonzo hermit living in the woods of Virginia, off-the-grid, is actually a former scientist with Majestic-12 who believes that disclosing the existence of the project—and the threat—is the only way to ensure Earth has a fighting chance to resist the invasion, which Chilton knows is almost upon them.
Together, John Terrell and his father and Chilton must form an unlikely alliance and take on the forces of corruption and stagnation within their own government while simultaneously fighting back the terrifying agents the reptilians have deployed to Earth over the decades. As they journey together on this wild ride, John will learn things about his parentage; about how his father is actually a reptilian hybrid and how John is part reptilian. They will discover how the US government is planning to survive the inevitable reptilian invasion and subsequent colonization of Earth: through an intricate plan of armed insurgency. And they will endeavor to locate more hybrid reptilians who are sympathetic to humanity's cause—and who will help Chilton in building a planetary plasma weapon that could obliterate the entire reptilian invasion fleet before a single reptilian ship penetrates the Earth atmosphere.
Kurt Weichert
Humorist, author, movie producer and sports aficionado Kurt Weichert has invested his time in producing movies, writing fiction novels, screenplays, sitcoms and sports related comedies.
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Universe Destroyers - Kurt Weichert
CHAPTER ONE: THE BIG HELLO
CHAPTER TWO: THE ARRIVAL
CHAPTER THREE: AN INCIDENT
CHAPTER FOUR: NO TIME FOR COUNTERMEASURES
CHAPTER FIVE: JUST SAVE HIM, DOC!
CHAPTER ONE: THE BIG HELLO
JULY 17, 1952, 9:52 PM EASTERN TIME...
President Harry S. Truman gritted his teeth as more reports of strange sightings over the Washington night sky occurred. Were they under attack? Was someone trying to contact them? He stood in the Oval Office, pacing, with the phone pressed to his ear. Truman’s Air Force aide, Lieutenant Gerald Grudge
Donovan sat in the chair on the right side of the famous Resolute desk, dutifully jotting notes on a yellow legal pad while he had another handset placed near his left ear, his left hand covering the receiver, so the person at the other end wouldn’t hear.
Donovan could tell that the thirty-third American president was angry. This was the second weekend in a row where dozens of unknown craft had basically harassed the nation’s capital, buzzing Andrews Air Force Base in nearby Maryland, Washington National Airport, Capitol Hill, and even the White House itself. The previous weekend, Secret Service had forced Truman into the bunker below the White House. This weekend, Truman had staked his position out in the Oval Office and he refused to leave. That summer in 1952, the whole country had been gripped by UFO fever
in Truman’s words.
So are these them?
Truman asked in a frustrated tone. The country had not been on this high of an alert level since the Second World War.
Yes, Mr. President.
The voice of the officer at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio responded.
Truman shook his head. Back in 1947, an alien craft had crash landed in the desert of Roswell, New Mexico. But that was only the beginning. After recovering the craft the military had captured one of the craft’s pilots, a gray alien, and had him currently in containment at Wright-Patterson. The alien was friendly—as friendly as a being from another world with working knowledge of advanced technology and the universe could be. Truman had briefly met the strange being in Roswell back in 1947. Over the years, several more spacecraft had been captured in the United States.
Truman had categorically denied the alien’s request to transmit a message back to his homeworld, for fear that more of his kind would come. The president was not from behind the mountain, as his mother would say. He knew an invasion force when he saw one. Truman needed some buy-in from their visitor before just opening the castle gate and encouraging more to come. The alien in their custody, though, had warned them that failure to send notice to his people would only bring more to Earth. Apparently, like the Americans, the aliens rarely left their own behind.
Do your people suspect this to be a prelude to an attack?
Truman asked, glancing out the window of the Oval Office, as if reflexively trying to visualize one of the dozens of glowing orbs that was plaguing radar operators at Washington National Airport and Andrews, as well as pilots aboard civilian airliners and the F-94 Starfire fighter jets that had been deployed from nearby Delaware to form a combat air patrol over Washington.
Sir, I think they’re trying to get your attention.
The officer on the other end said cryptically.
Truman and Donovan exchanged bewildered glances. Well, General, they’ve got it!
The president whooped.
Donovan stood. Mr. President, I think what the general is saying is that these things want to talk to you...
Truman’s eyes widened. He had, after all, met Stalin who was far scarier to the former haberdasher from Independence, Missouri than some tiny gray people were. Then again, though, Stalin’s forces weren’t currently buzzing the White House on a balmy summer evening. How could they even know who I am?
Truman inquired.
Sir, they monitor all of our radio communications.
The general on the other line said.
They’ve never tried contacting us this way before.
Truman responded skeptically.
Well, Mr. President, earlier this evening there was a breach here at the base.
The general said ominously.
Truman looked confused. What-what kind of breach?
Involving the gray.
The general began to explain.
Truman was annoyed. The whole sky was falling down upon the nation’s capital and the general was talking about a security breach at his base in Ohio. And?
Truman prompted angrily.
One of our scientists here—a young Brit—
The general began.
Donovan waved over at Truman to get his attention. Still covering the receiver with his left hand, Donovan whispered, Dr. Lee Chilton!
Truman was even more confused. Who?
He thundered over the line and at his Air Force adjutant.
Lee Chilton, a preeminent nuclear physicist—one of the youngest in the world—handpicked by Vannevar Bush to run studies on the alien craft. He’s from Liverpool, sir.
The general explained, sounding annoyed that the junior officer was interrupting him.
Truman blinked, vaguely remembering the scrawny British scientist he had met a few years ago. Oh, but he was a kid!
Truman quipped, remembering that Chilton was a whiz kid who had received his first Ph.D. in physics at the age of 17. What does he have to do with this?
Truman demanded to know.
Someone let the Visitor—
That was one of the nicknames the Americans had for the gray. The other was friend.
The general continued, —out of his holding area and gain access to one of the visitor’s communications systems.
The general said.
Truman was mortified. He had expressly forbidden direct contact between the Americans and whatever government represented the gray. Was he under some kind of...you know...mind control, this Dr. Chilton?
Truman asked, unable to fathom why anyone would willingly help the alien. After all, Truman feared that the human race would become much like the old Aztecs upon discovery by the Spanish Conquistadores: their cities destroyed and their people were enslaved in short order after contact with the more advanced race.
Sir, Dr. Chilton has confessed to the MPs here. He claims that he needed assistance on his current research project and the gray informed him that the problem needed inputs from his people off-world.
The general explained in his typical brusque military tone.
Truman was shocked. The entire national security of the United States upended by a teenager! Good heavens!
He said exasperatedly at the thought. He just picked up the phone and called our friends?!
Donovan nodded.
Basically, yes, sir.
The general said in an equally mystified tone.
H-How do I meet these things?
Truman asked. I mean, will they land on the front lawn here tonight...?
Sir, Dr. Chilton and our friend insist they can make contact with the squadron over Washington and direct them to land here.
The general said.
Truman shook his head. "Well, then, general, put on your Sunday’s best...because it looks like we’ll be having an interstellar peace conference!"
When Truman hung up the phone, he looked over at Lieutenant Donovan who was in shock. Their entire strategy for dealing with the aliens—avoidance and collection of any technology—had just been upended. Donovan had been with the Majestic-12 program for the last couple of years, serving as the project’s liaison to President Truman. He had known Dr. Chilton during that time and found the young man to be utterly brilliant and wholly