15.000 years ago mankind was nearly destroyed in an all out war between rivaling civilizations.

Few tales of this great conflict exist. Most of these records have been regarded as myth and dismissed as high tech superstition.

In essence, nothing but over interpreted stone tablets and scriptures.

People could not have been more wrong and unfortunately, it was all about to happen again.

From the depths of the unknown the Vimanas returned and with them civilisation as we knew it crumbled.

In one fell swoop, human society was paralysed.

The survivors of the second apocalypse, those that the plagues spared, were quickly rounded up enslaved by the so called “sky gods”, reclaiming their home planet, our own mother Earth.

A few brave in hiding had however made up their mind.

Those bastards wouldn't get it without a fight, surrendering was not an option.

And so the Free World Liberation Army (FWLA) was born!

Day 1

“This is UN-SPACE II, we have a blip - Can ground control confirm? Over”

“Ground control here hang on. Over!”

“I hate when they do this”, the watch officer muttered.

“Yeah know what you mean”, Commander Jameson said peering out the viewport, he had been spending the entire dogwatch looking out at the cloud covered Earth, there was something soothing about looking at the Earth from this distance. Jameson had always felt this paternal yearn and needs to be protective of all life down there, when he saw his home planet in all its glory sailing by in the viewport.

Without warning collision sensors started wailing!

“Son of a bitch”. Jameson was taken completely by surprise, a surprise disaster readyness test ?

“Ground control we have a collision alarm, heavy impact in.. T-12 minutes…. Can you confirm“, the voice level dropped, “….Oh my God…the velocity…it is incredible”.

“This is ground control, we read you! We have the rogue on our screens, no data available… Recommend you abandon ship! Repeat, abandon ship ”.

“Roger that ground control!”

The watch officer flicked a switch and Commander Jameson cleared his throat.

“Emergency evac ordered with immediate effect – All personnel proceed to designated lifeboats, this is not a drill. Repeat this is not a drill!”.

The onboard computer reacted with lightning swiftness, all over the station alarms went off and personnel started swarming towards the escape boats.

Then the unthinkable happened, the blip on the screen came to a screeching halt. There was a brief moment of

“This is ground control recommend you hold evac, await situational update, do you concur”

The watch officer glanced at his screens, then at Jameson “Do you concur?”

Jameson nodded “I concur”

The watch officer flicked the switch again.

“This is Commander Jameson, there has been a development all jettison procedures have been halted, remain in lifeboats till further notice, Jamison Out!”

The station alarms silenced, only the lights still flashed, on every boat crew members were sweating and breathing heavily.

Had they been the victims of a surprise alertness test?

Suddenly the blip on the screen started moving again.

“This is UN- SPACE II we have movement again, can you confirm?”, the watch officer asked.

“Ground control here, we concur, ETA in T-39 minutes at current velocity, we recommend launching a probe.

“Roger that, probe as good as launched”, the watch officer replied after verifying by casting his gaze on Jameson who nodded.

the watch officer entered the current target coordinates, painted the target and sent one of the station's exploratory drones on it's way.

37 minutes later the dark hulk of something previously only dreamed up by science fiction authors, majestically sailed up to UN-SPACE II exploratory probe on it's tail.

With a ship like that entering orbit around Earth, the signs were clear for all to see.

Humanity was not alone!

And the world held it's collective breath.

Day 2

The probes had been working for hours unend and back in UN headquarters a hastily assembled board of scientific advisers were debating the event unfolding.

“This is completely unheard off. All our readings indicate alloys composed of materials all of Terran Sol origin, but we have no records of anything like this being built by any nation of Earth”.

“Are you saying this thing is from Earth, but that’s preposterous,” Lalit Tak was fidgeting his ring anxiously.

“Preposterous perhaps but nevertheless that is where the evidence seems to be pointing”, a xeno anthropologist sitting right next to the speaker replied carefully.

The highest ranking official in the UN Hierarcy for Extra Terrestrial affairs budged in to the looming argument “You know gentlemen, in the Vedic literature of India, there are many descriptions of flying machines, some even record conflict between beings with weapons as powerful and advanced as anything used today so we'd better take this very seriously be it extra terrestrial or not.” Dr. Braben of the Human Frontiers Institute said with a grim look on his face.

“How about contact - any progress,” he added looking to his aide.

The UN-SPACE liaison fiddled his tablet, “No Sir, nothing so far”, “We are attempting every conceivable method of communication, a breakthrough should be around the corner”

“Do you believe there could be a threat?”, the General Secretary said.

“Possibly,” the official answered.

“And the “Sol” origin, no doubt of that?”

“Not as far as we can remote sense, possibly we would do better with a matter sample taken directly, however the collection of such could be conceived a hostile act so we have not proceeded to that yet,” the aide looked at his manager who gave him a small but reassuring nod.

“Of the top of your head, any chance this is a black ops construction of any kind, some industrial moguls achievement or something similar?” the General Secretary asked.

“Doubtfully, keeping such a craft secret would be nearly impossible”, the official replied.

“Only if you built it on Earth, you could easily construct such a craft using robotic construction technologies in the asteroid belt and you'd be able to find rocks with minerals of similar origin that would pass of as Earthly origin without a closer inspection.”

It was the Xeno Anthropologist offering another barrage to the rest of the group, he was not easily convinced by the arguments that had been flying across the room for the past couple of hours.

“I see, Thank you all for your valuable input. I shall assemble the 25 heads of the security council, we shall need a unified response to this under all circumstances”

Day 3

And on the third day the silence was broken and a simple message boomed across the globe on all networks.

“We demand your unconditional surrender to the Lord Narayana, ruler of the heavenly sky and the divine earth.

“Attempt no hostile action or face the consequences”.

“You have 96 of your standard hours to comply”

Ripples went through the populace as leaders went on national and international channels in order to reassure their subjects.

Militia was sent onto the streets. The fires burned bright that night!

Day 4

“Mr. President I say we have no option, we need to strike now unless we activate the global defense grid we are…”

The president cut off general Bob Thornton. “General I fully understand your concern - but if the attempt fails the consequences could be disastrous”.

“Mr. President if we don't try we as a sovereign nation, hell we as a race become the subjects of this bozo, Lord Nayana or whatever the hell his name is”.

“I say we duke it out,” he continued “What is one small ship against the combined defence grid of our planet, it was built to take out a lot bigger targets than that which threatens us now and with surgical precision I might add.”

The general put on a smug smile. He had always seen himself as the saviour of mankind for his pivotal role in establishing the Terran Defense Grid, a set of orbiting laser and missile launch platforms that combined should be able to fend off asteroids and most probably also invading ships like the one they were facing now.

“I… I'm sorry Bob but I can't assume that responsibility”

“Then I hope your vice president will”, the general looked at Vice President Trips who nodded.

The presidents eyes opened wide with horror as he realised what was going on.

The whisk from the concealed dart gun and the sting of the needle were swift. Paralysis was near instant and the Presidents body fell to the floor.

General Bob Thornton bent down over the presidents body and removed the needle leaving no evidence of the misdeed that has just been perpetrated.

“Medic”, he yelled almost at the very instant secret service agents burst into the room prompted by the sudden flatline report from the Presidents biosigns monitor.

A few hours later the grid armed and operation needle came into effect.

It was not a success!

“I do not understand, how is it possible for one ship to avoid all that which we sent at them, and why are they not responding to our hails?” Acting President Trips mumbled while rubbing his temples.

The acting president was lumped into the chair in the oval office, his body showing severe signs of fatigue.

“Any news from our allies?” he asked grasping for straws.

“Nothing except the fact that our defence shield partners report that their systems seem to have been compromised for a brief moment before they regained control of them.”

“Basically they're holding their breath just like we are. Our technicians are working on a strategy. It is estimated that we can launch another attack within hours, that is given we can assure our systems haven't been tainted.”

Acting President Trips nodded. “So be it!”

Day 6

“As you our viewers have noticed there have been no incidents of any kind since the threat on the global networks from the so called “Alien Menace”, most likely due to the fact that this looks increrasingly to be the work of a high level prankster that has managed to infiltrate nearly all computer systems on the planet through the use of some very sophisticated computer viruses and a massive botnet, but the situation is being remedied by top security researchers”.

“And now let's go to our weatherman John Nayman. John are you there?”

“Yes Sarah, I'm here. I'm John Nayman bringing you the latest meteorological update”.

“As predicted the skies are blue and the sun is shining, however as observed in many countries a strange meteorological phenomena has been occurring in the upper atmosphere!”

“I'm situated here at Headfield Park and if you look up you will see something never recorded on the planet before, although what you are about to see does have a reminiscent of noctilucent clouds, which are known for their eerie night time glow. The noctilucent clouds as you know are made of tiny water ice crystals forming around bits of floating meteoric dust and if you look up it seems like something similar is happening right now, though without clouds and on a larger scale than any noctilucents ever recorded in meterological history.”

“Right up there on what we can surely call a cloud free sky, you can see them, they look like some sort of glittering diamond hail and they are descending. We do however not believe there is any sort of danger as the rate of descent is quite relaxed, in fact the spheres are behaving very much like snowflakes.”

“Given that we are in the middle of July however snow as we know it, is highly unlikely. What we are watching seem like flake formations assuming some sort of bonded crystalline three dimensional structure, possibly induced by their untimely formation.”

“Meteorologists all over the globe have been studying these structures and nothing hazardous seems to be afoot. Spectral analysis and weather radar all indicate that they're comprised mostly of plain old water molecules and simply are some exotic form of snow.”

“Our latest report says that most of the United States, Britain and parts of the Eurasian, as well as African continent are going to be touched by this phenomena. We believe that the spheres will be hitting us within a very short period of time. So stay with us as we follow this unique event here on GlobeNews.”

A few hours later the apocalypse began.

The biosuits seemed to provide protection at first, when response teams rushed to what seemed like a rapidly spreading global epidemic or terror attacks.

But the microbe like entities found at site seemed able to burrow themselves into the suit fabric and so the protective layers covering the USAMRID personnel at Headfield Park was to no avail.

- That was when people started heading for their homes and bunkers.

The seriousness of the events unfolding were now but an infallible reality.

Later that evening the bunkers came under direct attacks. Even miles below the surface of the earth, installations though safe from any possible disaster or war boiled away, scorched by unimaginable weaponry.

Major cities were levelled by amazing force and rampant wilderness fires filled the night horizon with a reddish hue and billowing choking smoke filled the sky.

And on the seventh day, silence fell across the earth and the sea, the era of man seemed to have come to an untimely end

…

White within white, blurred past Jason's bionic eyes.

The telemetry fed directly to his retina and the imagery placed Jason in thin air with a full 360 spherical view of his surroundings, completely detached from any physical constraints.

Howling wind tore the hull of the Valkyrie as she zig zagged the valley, mere feet from the treacherous icy ground.

With each toss the images on his retina blurred for a fraction of a second before the transmitters adjusted to the change.

Maurader craft closing in - The flight computer warned.

Damn - And so close, Jason thought and took the craft in between two towering peaks in an insane corkscrew twist, making the intestines of his passengers want to turn inside and out.

Jason smiled, he knew exactly what they were going to say… that was, if they got out of this one alive.

Not many people were capable of eluding Maurader craft, especially not in a steamboat like this one but he was confident about his skills.

“Warning enemy lock” - The flight computer started spewing out further facts and information about the activities of the Maurader crafts.

“Enemy missile away - Lock holding!”

“Son of a…”, The hydrogen turbines howled as Jason pulled the Valkyrie up in an afterburner boost.

He almost lost consciousness, but his flight suit compensated and he added a corkscrew to the climb.

The missile exploded as it passed them sending a blast wave that would have knocked the hell out of most pilots his way. The craft screeched out as if in pain but Jason held her steady.

Stay cool baby… stay cool - He mumbled flipping the craft into a turbocharged descent.

The ground climbed toward Jason with incredible speed.

At the last possible moment he flattened his flightpath and resumed on his previous course.

Lets see if you like it on the rocks boys - Jason said and headed straight for a narrow gap looking impossible to pass.

Enemy has lock - The flight computer began chanting again.

“Those bastards sure are tenacious I'll give them that”, Jason mumbled to himself.

“Hold on it's about to get bumpy again” - He announced to his two passengers.

Helga looked at her father, “You think we are going to die”

The old man looked back at her. “You said he was the best didn't you?”

“Yes”, she answered reaching for the warmth of her fathers hand.

“Then I guess we'll be okay”.

She closed her eyes and let the rugged hand close firmly around her own.

Warning too close to ground - The flight computer began.

“Terminate audio output” - Jason voiced narrowing his eyes. The spherical display processors reacted and diverted full computational power to transmitting details of the gorge in front of the craft.

A huge explosion behind the Valkyrie send shock waves forward accelerated by the narrowing gap. Not sooner had the Valkyrie cleared the gorge before the sides started caving in.

One of the Mauraders got caught and impacted in a blaze of fire.

“One down, one to go” - Jason announced to himself.

He threw the Valkyrie into a steep turn making the Maurader loose his missile lock.

“Oh yeah” - Jason exclaimed as he noticed the cave opening.

He smirked and dove into the cave. The Maurader dove right in after him, but before he realized what was going on Jason had dived beneath a bulge of ice and fired a salvo into the ceiling sending it crashing down over the Maurader.

The weight of the ice as it came tumbling down tore deep rifts in the hull of the enemy ship, it veered down under the pressure from the crushing white carpet until it finally succumbed and was buried underneath the snow.

Jason went from hover to forward propulsion but less than a minute later he had to make an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that we're alive and we're no longer being pursued by enemy craft… for now. The bad news is that we have to ditch the boat and move on across the surface until we reach our destination”

Professor Amundsen looked at his daughter.

“Don't worry, the arctic isn't so bad, you just need to respect the natural forces and you'll be okay”

…

Her fathers words had calmed Helga into a luring feeling of bliss, a sensation that lasted right until she sank down on her knees. Her wild gesturing resulted in her ripping the protective face shield off.

The freezing wind tearing into the skin of her face woke her up.

Come on back on your feet - We're almost there Jason shouted.

Helga got back up, well helped by her father.

“Did I say you could stop?” Jason shouted at Professor Amundsen, pulling his arm hard.

“I was only…” , he didn't get any further before Jason interrupted.

“Listen doc! I have been entrusted with getting you to the FWLA headquarters in one piece and alive, and you are going to get there, if she can't keep up she stays “.

“Do you understand!”, there was menace in Jason's voice.

“But”, the professor started. “There are no buts - You sir are my number one priority, if she comes to a halt again we're not stopping”.

“She's my daughter, I'll not leave her here in the ice to die” Amundsen shouted.

Jason pulled a gun from his parka and cocked the weapon.

He pointed the gun straight at Helga “Move”, he demanded. Nothing happened.

Professor Amundsen froze, his desperate gaze first met his daughter's then swerved to that of their pilot, had Jason gone mad?

It was as if time stood still. A loud bang shattered the silence as a large block of ice snapped from the mountainside sending a shock wave akin to the jolt of an electric spike through both Professor Amundsen and his daughter.

Jason lovered the weapon and looked straight at the professor, seemingly unimpressed by the dramatic effect the falling piece of ice had held.

“Next time it'll be loaded”, he said “Now get moving!”.

The fact that it was nature that had dottet the proverbial i and that Jason holstered his weapon did little to alleviate the situation. His words and gesture would not be soon forgotten but he didn't have to ask again. Both Amundsens started striding forward.

…

Six long hours later they arrived at FANGARASTAD the place looked completely desolate, there was barely a sign that anyone had ever been there. But after a few minutes a face broke through the snow.

“Jason is that you” - Skriva á Inuit, a voice boomed.

“Tulugaq ?”, “Yes my friend, it is me!”.

The hunters face thawed in a jubilant smile. “For a moment I though Amaguq was toying with me”

“No Amaguq couldn't possibly look as good as I do” Jason replied laughing.

The two men embraced padding each other heartily on the back.

“And these who are they?”, Tulugaq said pointing to theJasons companions.

But before Jason could answer Tulugaq stopped him with the wave of a hand.

“I'm to curios for my own good aren't I?”, he lifted a piece of the tent canvas and created an opening large enough to allow a human inside.

“If I don't invite you in from this cold I believe the reply would stay frozen in mid air and then I would never get to hear them - Come now, get yourselves inside, and please forgive my inhospitality”

Professor Amundsen now properly looked at what he had originally dismissed as a big pile of snow, the powdery cover was making it indistinguishable from the surroundings.

It was a near perfect camouflage, no wonder the Mauraders didn't want to spend resources hunting down the people of this remote region, they were no technical threat and thus considered completely irrelevant when looking at things from a larger perspective. And they said errare humanum est, Professor Amundsen smiled got down on his knees and crawled in. Little did he know the full truth about the Maurauders.

The shelter was warm and cozy and the men had been discussing for hours.

Helga had remained very silent during the talks. Though finally warm again she had not yet recovered from Jason's shock treatment, how could the man she had admired so much, have acted like that?

She realized she didn't know him at all.

“I am impressed with your flying skills, you say we were followed by two Mauraders and yet you managed to bring down both crafts and would have gotten out of there nearly unscathed if the main opening hadn't collapsed and you did this even though you were piloting an inferior craft… I mean the cave purely brilliant!

How on earth did you know you could maneuver the craft inside?”

Jason looked at the professor, he knew most of the area very well actually.

This had been one of their favorite training grounds, in the time before Ragnarok. How he longed for those days!

So what if the world was run by paranoid politicians seeing fundamentalist terrorists behind every corner, at least they had experienced a semblance of freedom.

And a semblance of democracy was better than the nothing the leftovers of humanity were experiencing now. Wasn't it?

“I used to be in an anti terror squad, we specialized in arctic operations, I visited the cave during several training missions”.

“I see”, the professor muttered and heated his hands over a portable stove which was being used to cook some meat.

He then suddenly pulled his hands back.

The burning oil left an aroma in the air that reminded him of one he had experienced in the days before Jason and his team had sprung him from his incarceration at the Oslo university camp. It was not a pleasant one.

He wondered with dread about the fate of his both competent and brilliant colleagues, how many of them were still alive?

The laser torture had marked him in more than one way, but he had never given up. Never said a word so they were unaware of how much he actually knew.

Thank God Helga had managed to hook up with the FWLA and properly clarified the potential importance of his work to them.

He just prayed the Mauraders hadn't taken out their frustrations on his fellow inmates.

How swiftly it had happened, professor Amundsen shuddered.

The darkness had put everything to a halt and then their electronic agents had swept through society. Cars had been rendered useless, identity cards, computers, RFID technology, basically all electronic equipment somehow connected to the Internet had been turned against them, every warning about the weakness of the surveillance society and how democracies were moving toward benevolent dictatorships in cramped attempts to protect freedom and their citizens had seemed to be right on the spot.

Every single predictions about how things could go really wrong came true in the most horrendous way. Professor Amundsen lost himself in speculation.

Tulugaq bustled about in the shelter and got himself dressed, “I'm going to check on the dogs are you coming with me Jason?”

“Off course”, Jason replied swiftly pulling his boots on.

Moments later he had gotten the rest of his gear on and followed Tulugaq outside.

The sky was ablaze with aurora borealis.

Jason though used to the spectacle couldn't help but watch the show for a while.

The colors danced across the heaven in ever changing patterns, reds, green, purple, the combinations were endless and had the circumstances been different Jason could have spent hours in the polar night enjoying the spectacle.

“So why are these people so important that you'd risk your life to get them to Uunerteq?”

“Well its a long story”, Jason began well knowing there was not much else they could do but talk.

“You have seen the sleek Maurader crafts and how they toyed with most everything the superpowers threw at them.

Tulugaq nodded.

“Sure a few Mauraders have been pinned down thanks to lucky shots for the most part. But as you know the end result has been damn near apocalyptic”.

“If we only had some sort of craft, just a little more advanced than the proverbial steamboats were currently running I believe we could beat those bastards at their own game and that's where the ol professor gets into the picture”

“How so”, Tulugaq asked finding himself increasingly intrigued.

“Well you won't believe it but this whole mess seems to date back to ancient human history more precisely Indian history. You see an Indian emperor called Ashoka started a secret society called the Society of the Nine Unknown Men.” “These were supposedly great Indian scientists who were to catalogue the many sciences.”

“The emperor naturally kept their work secret because he was afraid that the knowledge catalogued by these men would be used for the evil purpose of war, not surprising as he was strongly against warfare having converted to Buddhism after virtually massacring a rival army that he defeated in one of the bloodiest battles gone into the annals of history.”

“Go on”, Tulugaq implored. There was nothing better than hearing stories, especially stories with fascinating roots to them and if they branched out making for long tales that could be told over several nights then that was even better.

“Well this knowledge was culled from ancient Indian sources, tablets of stone carved in among others Sandskrit”.

“Oh you are referring to the texts about astronauts, I recall hearing about those when I went through primary school. Our science teacher brought them up when we discussed space travel in the commercial era”.

Jason shook his head slightly “Well not exactly, the books Ashoka's Nine Unknown Men wrote were a bit more complex than that, these were highly developed state of the art books on such subjects as metallurgic alchemy, chemistry, physics, mathematics, astronomy, and weapon construction principles, you name it the subjects were there. I know the title of one of them think it was called The Secrets of Gravitation! According to the professor the book, or rather a copy of it is still around somewhere, as are most of the others, kept in secret libraries and storages around the world”.

“Fascinating”

“Yes and the professor says some of the technology described, far surpasses anything mankind has developed up until now, if we can get our hands on that - Well the tide could be turned.

“I understand, and you say the professor has one of these books?”

“Not excactly, but he knows where we might find it”

Tulugaq nodded Professor Amundsen had to make it - The fate of humanity depended on it. Jason had been chosen as it's newest protector and Tulugaq was now an official sidekick. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

They stood in silence for a while. The damp air from their exhaust crystallized in front of them and they started moving again.

“That explains him but what about the girl, I noticed some tension between the two of you. The coldness I've noticed between you resembles that of a couple that has been quarreling for an extended period of time and are now ready to leave each other - It is not healthy to be mad at each other my friend. Is she your girlfriend or something?”

“I know”, Jason replied “And no! She is not my girlfriend, I wouldn't call her that, I became a little too involved with her while planning her fathers rescue, sure she's fascinating, but our mission is all that counts”.

“That still doesn't explain the animosity I feel between you, what did you do?”

“Me you assume it was me?” Jason began.

“Yes I do - I know you quite well, remember?” Tulugaq said with a hint of a smile.

Jason told him the gun story while they prepared the dogs.

“Not very elegant! - was the only reply he received from his friend.

…

A whip snapped in the air, a dog snarled as the sled sped across the plains with an incredible pace.

It was a rough ride and Jason held on tight to a line fastened to the sled.

The wire attached to the rear of the sled was the only way he could keep up with the party without exhausting himself and at the same time it enabled him to keep an eye out for enemy craft.

His ski fitted like a glove, they were an essential part of the survival kit he had packed for himself for the mission.

Professor Amundsen and his daughter were tucked well in on the sled while Tulugaq stood on the rear. The landscape looked magnificent and if it wasn't for the situation the party might have enjoyed the view to a greater extent as they sped along, but these days there was no time to play tourist.

It had been years since Jason had had a chance to practice long distance skiing but tonight presented the perfect opportunity, not that Jason would have minded completing the task in his aircraft as originally planned, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Tulugaq swung the whip again. The dogs pulled like mad to bring their cargo to safety.

The sled entered a slope which allowed the dogs some relief from pulling the heavy sled.

Tongues hanging from teethed jaws bore witness to the strain put on these faithful animals, but the reward for them was in the love of their master and provider, without whom they risked death and destruction in the cold arctic.

They had traveled almost xxx kilometers when it happened. The bump the dogs had just jumped sent the sled up high in the air.

It came down with a loud crack, giving away something really bad was about to happen.

The very instant the sled hit the ground Jason let go of the line, next he knew the sled tumbled down the slope throwing off first Tulugaq, then the professor and finally his daughter in a series of twists and turns that made Jason wonder if any of the three would get away from the crash alive.

The first one on his feet was Tulugaq, he looked around in a confused gaze after which he headed for the nearest figure on the ground.

Jason quickly skied across the slope on a slightly skewed course to the place where professor Amundsen was trying to get back up, a feat obviously inflicting agonizing pain onto the elderly man.

Tulugaq knelt down next to Helga and turned her about, she moaned but sat back up with a little support from the bearskin clad Inuit.

“Professor are you okay?”, Jason inquired

The professor waved him off with a disgruntled gesture.

Obviously he wasn't ok!

“My daughter”, he managed to stutter.

“Looks okay”, Jason answered after casting a quick gaze at his traveling companions in an attempt to assert the damage from a distance.

“I really need to look at that”, Jason insisted pointing to the professors arm which hung limply down his side.

“Daddy!”, Helga's voice tore through the landscape.

“I'm okay pumpkin”, he shouted back coarsely.

Helga ran toward them and didn't stop till she was right next to the professor and Jason.

“Daddy you know I hate it when you call me that”, she said in an embarrassed voice, yet quite pleased with her fathers affirmation of love for her.

“Ain't got no better way to describe you sweetie”, he answered with a forced smile.

She threw herself at him and gave him a bear hug it was followed by a suppressed growl of pain.

“Oh my good, did I hurt you?”, Helga quickly pulled back from the embrace.

The professor shook his head, most of the color had disappeared from his face.

“You really need to have that looked at”, Helga said in a disturbed voice.

The professor looked at his daughter with pain in his eyes, “I know, can’t move it - I think its' broken!”

Helga didn't get as far as replying before a voice tore loudly at her ears.

“Aw shit”, Tulugaq exclaimed, he was examining the sled and was apparently very displeased with what had found.

Jason looked at the Inuit, “Bad?”

“Got to make camp to fix this”

Jason turned toward the the professor and his daughter, then turned to see Tulugaq again “You sure about that?”

“Does the planet spin around it's own axis?”

“I guess so”, Jason replied.

“Then yes, I'm sure”, Tulugaq stated flatly and began hauling equipment off the front of the broken sled.

“You take care of him, I have to help Tulugaq set up camp okay”, Jason said and began looking in his pocket.

He retrieved a small package, then threw it to Helga. “Here give him 2 of these, I'll examine him later, once we have settled in. Let me know immediatley if he gets any worse”.

Helga who had caught the package in mid air nodded, there wasn't much else one could do out here in the cold anyway. She started unscrewing the lid.

“No, no pills”, the professor insisted.

“Go on”, Helga said sternly. Professor Amundsen complied.

Later that afternoon after putting the dogs into the shelter with them, much to miss Amundsen's displeasure Jason began examining the professors arm.

“Looks like your shoulder has popped, I going to have to pull in order to put it back into place”

“Here?”, the professor asked somewhat anxiously.

He remembered having the procedure performed a few years earlier after an equestrian accident. It was not a pleasant memory.

“Yup, here”, Jason replied.

The professor sighed “Then I guess you get on with it then…”

Jason handed him a piece of wood Tulugaq had carved as part of his repairing measures.

The professor bit tightly and before he knew it Jason had popped his shoulder right back in it's socket. A loud scream escaped his lips before he sank down in agony.

Jason was about to announce the job was done when a sound penetrated the walls of the shelter.

The whine in the air made the four of them freeze completely in place.

The first one to break the spell was Tulugaq, he quickly scrambled to the entrance and peeked out through a tiny opening.

Maurader craft two of them, they look like they're circling back. He announced as he slid back down into the shelter.

“Nobody move, quick cover the dogs, kill all your electronics!”. The Inuit yelled throwing an aluminum cover to Jason who was quick to respond. He then raced across the shelter pulling a sheet of aluminum across the top of the cooking stove.

Heat signatures, if they picked up on their heat signatures they could all be dead in a matter of minutes however if he managed to cover the dogs the thermal protection of their clothes might be enough to prevent detection.

The dogs remained exceptionally calm, obviously since Tulugaq had trained them well.

Once the cover was in place Jason loaded his weapon, they wouldn't get him without a fight.

An occasional whine from a turbine was the only thing that shattered the dead silence, a few minutes after first appearing the Maurader crafts disappeared just as swiftly as they had appeared.

“Close - too damn close”, Jason muttered climbing up to the peephole to make sure that the Mauraders had truly gone, he pulled out a pair of binoculars.

“Lady luck has smiled upon us”, he said as he slid back into the shelter.

“There is no sign of them?”

“Nope, they're gone”

“Thank God!” The professor nearly collapsed. He could not have taken incarceration not one more time.

“Breathe daddy. Relax” Helga said and gave him a hug.

The professor straightened his back and took a deep breath.

“I'm okay, it was you I was worried about”, he said and padded his daughter gently on the head.

…

Hours later Tulugaq was done mending the sleigh, but had slid back down into the shelter with a very disheartened look upon his face. “The weather is beginning to act up and by the looks of it we could be in for the long haul, I think Asiaq must be sad today”.

Jason snuggled into his bag saying mentioning that the rest of them ought to do the same, and for the next couple of days there was nothing for them to do but wait.

…

3 days later

When he slid back down into the shelter it was clear to them that Tulugaq came back with good news, the wind from above swept down and quelled the smells that seemed to have attached itself to everything and everyone in the shelter.

They packed rapidly, there was no time to loose. FWLA Headquarters lay just 130 kilometers or so away.

First done packing, Jason took the opportunity to stretch his legs.

The howling dogs and the barking told him something was terribly wrong, he doubled back toward the shelter as fast as his legs could carry him.

The bear stood on it's hind legs and took a swing.

Tulugaq managed to throw himself aside which in turn infuriated the white colossus even more and the rage towards the midgets which had disrupted his hunt and audaciously entered his territory grew even wilder.

Tulugaq got back to his feet and nearly had a proper grip on the rifle when a white claw ripped open his jacked throwing him to the ground in a swirl while cascades of blood sputtered onto the ground changing the colour to crimson red.

Helga screamed in terror stopping the great white in it's march toward Tulugaq.

He turned and loomed forward, swaying heavily toward her.

That very instant professor Amundsen charged with a tent pole. The professor roared like a ferocious beast as he lunged forward.

He rammed the pole straight into the bears back sending it stumbling forward in a growl of pain.

Helga slipped backwards, and fell bottom down into the snow.

The bear swung about as a bloody flood began coloring his fur.

He was about to send one of his giant claws swinging at the professor when two shots stopped it dead in it's tracks.

The bear skewed it's head, and looked in the direction of the shooter with something that seemed like an astonished look.

It took a step forward and then fell heavily to the ground.

The silence was deafening.

Jason approached cautiously then let of another shot pointed directly to the bears head. The animal didn't move. It was dead!

In an instance he was on his knees by Tulugaq, blood was still gushing from the wound the bear had inflicted and Jason hurriedly unwrapped a clamp from the medical kit. He placed it above the cut and activated the device.

MicroSpikes embedded themselves in Tulugaq's flesh and pulled the opening shut.

The device pumped in aneasteathic to dull the pain, not that Tulugaq seemed in any condition to notice much anyway. The sauturizer began pulsing.

The readout on the screen claimed his pulse was in order and stated that blood pressure regulating drugs had been delivered.

“You ok?”, Jason asked turning his attention to Helga who was still sitting where she had fallen.

He reached out and Helga gripped his hand and Jason pulled her stongly onto her feet. She threw her arms around him.

“There baby – Everything is going to be all right”, Jason said kissing her gently on her forehead.

She stiffened, for a while they just stood there seemingly in a tender embrace, but on her inside she was in revolt. Abrubtly Helga pushed him away.

“Leave me alone!”, she screamed on top of her lungs.

Jason was baffled. Had he not just saved her life. What the hell had he done wrong now?

The professor broke the silence. He pointed at Tulugaq.

“We'd better get him onto the sled and get moving”.

Jason nodded and began pulling Tulugaq towards the sleigh.

Moments later they were of, speeding towards the distant horizon.

…

After a brief medical checkup Jason was on his way to the conference room, the doctors comment 'fit as a fiddle', nothing surprising there.

Doing the five Tibetans, followed by a good run every morning definitely had the intended effect. Tulugaq was also stable, though he'd need a few days of recovery before the doctors would release him.

Right after passing a couple of large heat pipes being fed by one of Kap Tobin's underground hot springs, he came past a large doorway he noticed a group of children seated in a circle in front of a holo emitter. He stopped, turned back.

Children, now there was something that you didn't normally see in an WLA compound, he couldn't help himself, he had to watch for a while. Humanity's only hope, the thought was humbling.

The kids were watching something from the historical archives, that much Jason made out just by glancing at the imagery flickering by on the screens.

A soft and very appealing voice was explaining to the little ones, the chain of events that had led to the all out war on human government and the near total enslavement of mankind itself.

Suddenly Jason recognized the voice he shuddered slightly, it was that of the supreme commander himself. A shadowy character controlling the strides of the WLA like a modern day version of Sun Tzu.

Surely this had to be a synthization of his voice and a prerecorded lesson, how else could he find the time for something like this?

“One by one the great cities of our fine planet have been wiped from the surface of the Earth. Only a select few seem to remain, and they are under strict guard and as far as we know they have nearly been emptied for all but the people essential to maintain the infrastructure and certain production services the Maurauders have seen fit to keep operational. In short humanity as we knew it has become nothing but slaves to the occupation force.”

The children were mesmerized, as was Jason. No one he knew had ever met the supreme commander face to face.

Jason knew for a fact that the supreme commander was always completely up to date and in touch with everything going on, he had to possess immense mental capabilities in order to remembering names places and personal details about everyone he associated with.

He was exceptionally well versed in every aspect of human history, from early times, to contemporary events as well as incredible insightful when it came to science.

The supreme commander seemed able to reason with most men and make them feel at ease regardless of their worries, yet he never allowed any direct interaction with those to whom he spoke.

“They have shown no mercy to the people of planet earth, not the superpowers who tried to stop them, nor to any of the allies that attempted to assist, merely by participating in the Global Defense Grid Initiative.”

“These evil invaders have used the most horrific weaponry ever known to mankind, they indowned the Americas with a plague so terrible that it within weeks struck down most of the population on the continent before it finally timed out as if preprogrammed to do so, never before have so gruesome weapons been employed on planet Earth”.

“During the first days we were unsure of what was going on. Luckily several branches of government and military across the globe realized in time that this was not a regular conflict awaiting us and massive efforts went into hiding personell and hardware underground. Since the initial attack we have been hiding in locations even the cockroaches have found hard to locate.

We have since established the First World Liberation Army, other WLA groups exist all over the planet and we intend to take our planet back!”

“You kids are our best hope of reestablishing the human order and I believe each one of you hold part of the key to winning the fight.”

“I want you to go to the gym and train hard, I want you to study the sciences, I want you to understand the human culture and find within you the very spirit that shall never be subdued!”

The room seemed filled with electricity.

“Take the the next mans hand”, the voice demanded. “I want you to think about what I have said and what I have told you.”

Small hands found each other and soon the children were huddled up. “Human beings used to rule the Earth and one day humankind shall rule again”, the voice boomed.

“To do that you need to get tough… To stand together as one, you need to get smart and be there for each other, is that understood?.

The children loudly agreed.

“As for assignments I would like you to study up for chemical nanotechnology class”

“Tomorrow after gym class there will be a test”.

The children gazed at each other.

“Are you ready?”

The children jumped up pointing their clenched fist in the air shouting.

A roaring huzzah filled the classroom.

“Then Go! Go! Go!” the voice demanded.

The children filed past Jason in double rows, indoctrination, had it come to that?

…

Two hours later the briefing was still going strong.

The gentlemen you see on the picture are members of the Green Brigade also known as the TGB – They are a mixed Muslim Christian group who were investigating a terror cell in Copenhagen when pardon my French, the shit hit the fan.

Jason studied the images intensely. He liked the direct approach the supreme commander had taken during the briefing.

The members of TGB are to assist you in getting through to a pickup place in Iceland from where you will be transported by a submarine through former Faroese and English territory until you reach Denmark.

A submarine ride from Iceland? Jason asked.

State of the art Russian boat – they have the most precise maps of the North Atlantic Ridge. If anyone is going to get you to your objective in Copenhagen it will be the crew of the мореволк. In English it means The SeaWolf.

“Yeah but Iceland?”, Jason didn't like the prospect of crossing the so called Denmark strait above water, no matter how fast the boat was supposed to be. He had seen increased Maurauder activity in the area lately and didn't like the prospect of them spotting the headquarters no matter how remote the chances might be. Sabotaging the global surveilance system had to be one of the greatest feats accomplished in the conflict, thought the Maurauders certainly were working hard to replace the capabilities they lost when 90% of the satelites coverring the Earth were sent into disarray by a simple buffer overflow exploit. Amazing how sensitive multi million dollar hardware was in the right hands.

“Safer that way. The sub is currently surfaced in a safe holding zone. As you know there is heavy patrolling in the strait between Greenland and Iceland, but we should be able to sneak you across in one of our high speed boats we'll send it out to sea and be gone before they manage to scramble any jets if they should manage to pinpointed you location, it will seem as if you are fleeing out to sea, the area where you come ashore has perfect hiding places, they won't be able to catch you.”

Jason nodded. The Supreme Commander was probably right.

“I still don't like the idea of bringing Miss Amundsen along!”, Jason mused.

“There is no choice she is the only expert on the National Museum we have, you could be ransacking the place for days on your own without finding anything and once inside you don't have days – You'll have minutes, half an hour at the most”.

“How can you be sure the museum is still there?”

“The Danish government surrendered and promised full cooperation, most everything is still intact, heck I even have reports that the entertainment park Tivoli is being used for recreational purposes for Marauder personnel.”

“The Mauraders only attack major targets if provoked and smaller targets only if they are on the prowl and feeling threatened”.

“Seems we know a lot about them huh?”

“Not as much as I'd like, but if we can get our hands on the items I believe still can be found within the museums collection as it has not yet been properly catalogued, we might just stumble upon something that could help us fight the good fight, you have probably heard it is getting increasingly difficult to intercept and decode transmissions”.

Jason nodded.

“We can only be gratefull that they're feeling confident enough not to use quantum encryption or we'd be dead in the water.”

“And you really think this mission is worth the effort?”

“Yes I do”

“When do we leave?”

“As soon as TGB is ready.”

“You'll inform miss Amundsen is that understood?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good - You do that then get some rest you'll need all the strength you can muster the coming weeks will take their toll.”

“Understood sir.”

“Please, don't sir me… “

“Yes s.. “

“Affirmative.”

…

The gray mud bubbled and once in a while a jet sputtered upward, smoke billowed from the ground each time and on every occasion a faul stench filled the air, which was already thick with sulfur.

Massoud scanned the terrain with his binoculars.

He mumbled something Jason definitely though had to be Arabic.

Massoud handed the binoculars to him pointing at the horizon.

“Fuck this”, Jason mumbled and removed the binoculars from his eyes.

“Slave collection unit”, Massoud said with a sad look in his eyes.

Jason had heard of such camps but he had never seen one until today.

Those poor bastards, forced to work for the Mauraders. He could imagine no worse fate.

Helga crawled up to the two men. “Whats wrong?”

Jason gave her the binoculars.

She grabbed them and scanned the horizon.

“Oh my god”. She stuttered.

“We have to help them”, she said.

“We can't”, Jason answered, “All we'll do is compromise the mission and for no avail. Security is too tight, we wouldn't stand a chance.”

“We can't let them get away with it”, she insisted.

“We must”, Massoud replied and edged back to his men.

“Sorry…”, Jason offered.

“Well me too…”, Helga snapped.

They spent the most of an hour backtracking their steps in order to avoid getting into the proximity of the compound and the plan seemed to work when suddenly the point man stepped through and found himself in boiling mud to his ankles.

His scream was horrific, it echoes through the landscape and triggered a barrage of floodlights.

The entire group dove for cover as if on command.

One of the search lights swept right by and caught Jason's foot.

He froze and prayed for it to move on. The waiting was an exercise in agony.

But finally the light started creeping onward and Jason began moving forward again.

Instantly the light swept back and caught Jason in full figure.

“Run for it!” Jason shouted and began sprinting away from his companions as fast as his legs could carry him.

The floodlights followed him and shots started filling the night.

One by one the lights went out and tremendous roar began building.

Turbines?

He didn't get further in his reasoning until he heard voices closing in on him. He was dead if he didn't get back together with the group.

There was no way he could do this alone!

A burst of energy streaked past and the rock face exploded sending deadly shrapnel flying in every direction.

Jason ducked and continued forward.

Another burst blasted into the rock face and left a deep scar where he had been just an instant before.

He heard a triple round go off and a friendly voice shouting. “This way quickly”, his night vision contacts revealed the man covering behind a rock crop up.

Jason stopped dead in his tracks and changed course. Massoud was waving for him to follow suit and proceed into a narrow passage.

Barely within the cover of safety a barrage of shots started pouring at them.

“Quickly this way”, Massoud gestured while shielding himself - “We're nearly there, the others are waiting a bit further up. If we can keep the speed up we shall catch up with them sooner rather than later”. The Green Brigadier smiled, he knew full well he didn't have to convince Jason. He had read his file and was well aware of his capabilities.

Jason jumped up and was followed by Massoud, they began running. Every now and then one of them turned, got off a few rounds and then continued.

They were in a strange combination of caves and passages, providing them with excellent cover from the jets swarming the skies desperately attempting to locate the fugitives.

After a few minutes Jason started feeling the effects of the protective lactic acid setting in. His legs were aching and his heart pounded like a jackhammer. Much longer of this and it would surely explode.

He stopped, grabbed an injector from his pocket.

“Keep moving damned”, Massoud barked as he streaked past.

Jason rammed the device hard down on his thigh. The sensation from the stims injected was quickly transformed into an absolute evaporation of any fatigue he had so far felt and replaced with an almost unbearable lust for motion.

He sped on and within a short while he was catching up to Massoud and just a bit further ahead the rest of the group were hurrying along.

Jason smiled, but all of a sudden the ground started shaking and opened up in front of him, he was thrown backward and separated from the rest of the group.

A jet of heat thrust upward and an eerie glow filled the night. The group came to a halt.

“Of all things”, Jason found himself muttering.

For a moment he stood still completely mesmerized by the event then he doubled back a few paces in order to be able to gain more momentum.

The realization made the equipment feel heavier than usual and he was about to drop it when merely a split second later he scrapped the very notion of such a move and set off in a powerful sprint.

A blast from the rock face behind told him he had just made a narrow escape.

With all his strength he pushed his body up and forward, and before a crowd of unbelieving eyes he sailed through the air.

Helga closed her eyes how could anyone make it across a stream of lava like that?

Jason's voice broke the spell. Get going, they're on our tail!

Eitt ella annad navn og Eitt ella annad navn secure our rear Massoud shouted.

The two soldiers nodded silently and waited for the rest of the party to pass by before they began moving backward.

The small passage widened as they paced ahead. Suddenly a violent firefight broke out behind them.

Helga stopped and turned about. Massoud ripped her back around.

“You don't stop unless you get a bullet in your back is that understood mam?”

Helga whitened, endless cycles – that was what her mentor at the institute had insisted, his face seemed to come into existence before her very eyes but disappeared as Massoud's voice once again boomed through the night.

“Mam!!!”

Helga shook her head and sped on, well helped by the jab of a muzzle in her back.

The fight in the rear intensified, bright flashes tore the night and guns barked.

It didn't lasted for more than a few minutes then an abrupt silence sank across the surroundings broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing and running feet.

A huge yellow fireball and a thunderous roar filled the narrow gap sending a shock wave through the passage that nearly tossed the runners onto the ground.

Massoud stopped “Salamu Alaikum”, he muttered clenching his fist.

The Green Brigadier began diverting them through another gap and onto a beach that lay hidden within an unnoticable cavern.

“Quickly into the boat”(1), a black clad man shouted and shone with a flashlight onto a vessel lying low in the water.

(1) “Quickly into the boat”

The group quickly filed into the mini sub which immediately surged outward as soon as the depth was sufficient it quickly submerged. After a few minutes immersed in total darkness that even the night vision contacts couldn't penetrate the mini sub surfaced.

The cave was huge the dim light from the open hatch on the sub tower didn't reveal much to the arriving party on its own, the contacts however revealed a lot about the hideout.

A uniformed man appeared on the deck signaling them to get inside.

Without much ado they soon after found themselves in the command room.

A clank revealed that the top hatch was being closed. A frantic crewman signaled the all clear.

The Captain spared little courtesy for the arriving guests “Welcome aboard the SeaWolf, sorry about the commotion but we are in a hurry, we are detecting heavy seismic disturbances and need to get the hell out of here before we're buried alive”, he nodded to his first mate.

“Da”

“Full speed ahead, take us down ensign 24 degrees!”, the captain barked.

The engines roared and at the same moment the cave began collapsing.

Pebbles began pounding the hull like hail, they were followed by larger chunks impacting heavily on the skin.

“For helviti eisini….”,(1) the helmsman exclaimed and pushed the boat as far as the controls allowed him.

“RUSSIAN ONLY”(2), the captain shouted with wrath.

“Sorry”,(3) the ensign replied focusing intensely on the instrument readout.

In a death defying maneuver the boat tilted forward and downward.

The tower grazed the cave opening with a screeching sound, it was make or break.

“Oh hell….”(1) - “RUSSIAN ONLY”(2) - “Sorry”(3)

Fortunately for the crew and guests aboard The SeaWolf the maneuver was a success and the great hulk swam into deeper waters and a sense of safety spread among the compatriots.

After three days the confinement was beginning to take it's toll on the guests.

The crewmembers were joking and behaving as if the trip was nothing but a stroll in the park.

Suddenly flashing red lights caught everybody's attention, a non friendly detection.

The captain looked at the readout - Jalayan Class… well they'd soon feel the wrath of Mother Russias finest.

“Prepare tubes 1 to 4”, he ordered.

“Tube 1 to 4 ready captain”

“Good”

The minutes snailed away as the sub stealthily moved forward.

The Jalayan was coming closer by the moment, they would soon be able to detect The SeaWolf.

The captain grinded his teeth and fished out a cigar, he cut the end and put the unlit cohiba in between his lips.

“Just a little closer”, he mumbled drumming his fingers gently on the display.

“Enemy has lock, repeat enemy has lock”

“Evasive action ensign, fire tubes 1-3 at will”

“Affirmative”

The engines roared up and The SeaWolf thrust ahead and squeezed into a valley.

“Tube 1 and two clear - Torpedoes away”

“How many runs Vasilii?”

“3346 on number 2 - just 520 on number 1”

“Fair enough, that ought to do it!”

“I believe so captain”, Vasilii replied confidently.

The torpedoes swam away from the boat with incredible speed, another round had begun.

The excitement was nearly unbearable but they knew that if they lost sight of the enemy they'd loose the round and loosing was not something Vasilii took easily. They would do their very best.

The commander on the Jalayan was barking out orders and within a few seconds counter measures sent number one to the bottom in bits just as it tried to sneak upon the Jalayan from behind .

Number two knew better, she would have to stay just far enough from the Jalayan to avoid detection and then go for the kill as soon as the Jalayan came about in one of their classic search patterns. Number two had more than three hundred consecutive wins in a row she was not about to to loose this one.

…

Why is he crying? Helga whispered.

The first mate looked at her with surprise. “He is mourning the torpedo, what do you think”, he replied.

“What?”

“The torpedo”, the first mate said.

“But it's a weapon”, Helga insisted. “Isn't it supposed to do what it did?”.

“Yes the first mate answered. Yes it is”.

“But?”

“Helga, mind if I call you Helga miss? These are not just weapons. These are sentient beings.”

“Vasilii has trained number two ever since she was an infant toddler”.

“They've played thousands of games. He trained her well”.

“Sentient beings?” Helga was horrified “What exactly do you mean by sentient beings?”

“Vasilii was there when she was extracted from the petri dish and he placed her in the control grid himself”, the first mate answered calmly.

“I still don't get it”, Helga interrupted.

“We'll it's a bit complicated. Number two was a collection of neurons trained for a specific purpose”.

“What? – You are saying that thing was a living brain attached to a bomb trained to kill itself.”

“Well not exactly – Once launched the torpedo doesn't know that the run isn't just another game”.

“You mean”.

The first mate nodded.

“The torpedo has no clue what really is about to happen once it goes live. All it knows is that it has to do it's best because that will please the keeper”.

“The keeper…”, “Vasilii”, she cast a brief glance at the technician. The first mate nodded.

“He had grow very attached to her. Treated her like she was a little baby. I think maybe he's been spending too long time in this tin can”.

Helga nodded silently and left the room, cold shivers ran down her back.

The doors slid shut behind her with a hiss. Wonder what the torpedo would have done if it knew this was the end game?

“Denmark ahead”, the captain announced as he woke Jason, “Time to get suited up, we'll be within the mini sub's range of Køge bugt within thirty minutes and I intend to spend as little time in these shallow waters as possible”.

“Roger that, I'll alert the others”

“Very good, meet me in the ready room when you're ready.”

The diving suits were comfortable - there had been no goodbye just efficent russian personnel suiting them up and sending them along.

The Captain wanted to get out of the shallow waters as quickly as possible.

The water was luke warm, quite pleasant something to be enjoyed under different circumstances, but tonight was not a time for simple pleasures.

The propeller rotated, the rhythm was steadfast and the progress inward equally so. Jason gave a sign and they halted, the beach was only a couple of hundred meters away. We ditch the engines here, he tapped on the com device, transmitting his message to his companions.

Jason powered his scooter down as did the others, the machines floated slowly toward the bottom as they were scuttled.

The last stretch was done stealthily and all seemed fine when the group waded ashore in what had once been a blooming summer residental area.

A sudden but loud puff of air escaping from a tube was the only warning they got before a snaring net encapsulated them.

The effects of the sleeping gas hit like a mallet.

…

“Hvae er de ved at vågne?” a voice said. The words were incomprehensible to Jason, that gas must have hit hard, he thought and tried to move.

His hands were securely fastened to the railings of the bed. “Aner det ikke”, another answered.

“Fundet ud af hvem de er?” the first voice asked.

“Hvad tror du selv, jeg har lissom ikke haft chancen for at tale med dem har jeg?”, the second one answered seemingly annoyed.

Massoud came around and scanned the room inconspiciously, he wasn't about to reveal to anyone that he had awakened before he had done a proper assesment of the situation.

The language was unmistakable, these were Danes. But wearing uniforms of the danish elite forces? They'd been disbanded like all other danish military forces.

What the hell were they doing in uniform and why hadn't they noticed them on the beach?

One of the uniformed men approached Massoud, he had something in his hand.

The water was cold as ice and Massoud jolted.

“Nå du er nok vågen!”, the soldier smiled as he attached a translator to Massouds pocket, he then opened a plastic box and placed a plug in the prisoners ear.

After that he pushed a button on the display and held a similar device up to Massouds mouth.

“Kuk kuk kammerat kan du tale”

“Bare sæt dem på engelsk hvis vi alle skal forstå hinanden”, Massoud answered stunning his captor.

“Hvad fanden Mick, han taler dansk”, he shouted to the other.

The second captor strode into the chamber.

“Sig lige det igen”, he said with disbelief and popped a pill.

“Ja hva hvad lød det som? Han taler sgu dansk”

Number two measured Massoud up for quite a while while stroking his musketeer goatee. “Se det var jo interessant”. …

“You'll have to excuse our rough handling”, Mick said “We thought you were Maurauders”

“Yeah those fuckers deserve it”, Larsen added puffing the biggest joint Jason had seen for years if not ever.

“Wan't some”, Larsen said offering the joint to Jason.

“Damn bitch, that shit will rot him from inside, does he look like someone who'd like a puff?”

“Fuck you Mick, you think them pills won't shrink your testicles… Who do you think you are kidding?”

Mick took another puff before making another gesture.

Jason and the others shook their heads.

“Well more for me then”, Larsen said with a smile.

Jason felt less than confident, could they really trust these two?

Sure they had once been part of the world elite, but now?

It was Massoud who convinced him. I've seen men he'd said, men used to battle. And these two… make no mistake – They are as deadly as any, if anything even more now, they don't have to worry about no Geneva convention or any other rules of engagement. I'd trust them with my life.

That had settled his inner argument and soon after they were laying down plans.

…

“So you knew about both Greenland and the Icelandic incident because of these guys?”

“Yup”, Mick said in a low voice raising his arm stopping the group.

“Hover patrool”, he whispered pointing into the horizon.

In the distance above the uniformly looking brick houses Massoud noticed a searchlight emanating from a small craft. He nodded arming his weapon. If anything happened he sure wouldn't go without a fight.

Larsen smiled, the cigarette hung unlit from his lips.

“Don't worry just stay close, as long as we are on passive lighting they won't notice. It is making noise you should worry about, guess they must have picked something up from the audionet”.

“Audionet?” Massoud inquired stealthily. Larsen smiled another of his crooket smiles.

“Well whats left of it, the audionet was installed to create surveilance possibilities for the danish intelligence agencies. Not a very big success, too damn many activists playing big brothers brother. You know watching the watchers, fighting for privacy and human rights, people who knew democracy was not a thing that could last forever”.

The smirk on Larsens face told Massoud that he probably was one of the watchers watchers. He understood, privacy was never something too many politicians seemed to care about in the good old days, not while they could play the terror card and stay in power.

The group lurched onward well covered by the hedges, now no longer the well kept fences and great pride of their owners that they had been before the Maurauders, but rather a wilderness perfect for the group to be hiding in.

They arrived at the concrete blocks or what seemed to be left of them.

“This is it”, Larsen announced and scanned the area.

“Okay seems like we're clear, follow me”

He sprinted toward what looked like a pile of rabble climbed it and pushed against the remainder of a wall.

A slight hiss was the only sound that could be heard in the night as a hidden doorway opened in the floor. Larsen waved the group down the stairs before following them.

The door shut without a sound and the group started down a hallway dimly lit by what seemed to be diode lighting.

As they came to the end of the hallway a bright light pulsed a couple of times nearly blinding them. After that another door opened silently and the group was herded through the door by a voice demanding them to enter.

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TGB'anir + The merry couple eru actually fangadi av DK resistance cell - har eru adrar cellur forklárar leader eftir ID vm. er established -

Teir sníkja seg inn frá Køge av og unnganga allar main roads og yvurhøvur bygd bústadar økji tí har eru surveilence kamera allastadni.

TGB'anir hooka up vid nakrar teknogods og tey verda outfittadi vid fake implants og facemasks sum skulu conceala teirra identitet inntil at tey hava verdid á Nationalmuseets lagur tí har eru kamera allastadni sum kunnu tracka teirra movements.

Explain meetup Explain implant procedure Explain teknogods - geek guys in hiding (find fun location not too far from National Museum.)

Tad vísir seg at krevja eina størri aktión tí the item in want befinnur seg í einari útstilling

TGB'anir skaffa the item og senda Jason og miss A via tube til china eftirsum allar adrar rutir eru lukkadar men Mauraders hava valt at benytta sær av existing logistic facilities teir hava enntá onkran important shipment sum bara skal afstad so the train is leaving on time - via tube er so nógv sagt - í light pressure suits vid nokk oxy til nakrar tímar The party is smuggled aboard in a refurbished catering wagon/container

The catering wagon/container is automatically loaded on board the mess wagon

Catering personell is taken out using stun darts/gas darts that pop in their face.

After this the rest of the passengers are taken out one wagon at the time

Gas in ventilation system and computer hacking needed – not an infamous I'll just hack the system but an actuallt prepared payload for the control computer

Passengers are hidden so as not to arouse immediate suspicion when the train arrives.

describe above in great detail

Tubetrain wooshar avstad og 42 min later nærmast ádrenn tey vita av tí eru tey í Shanghai har tey skulu møta up vid docs Zhao Dan and Jing Han experts in nanotechnology

Jason disablar shipment í China instead of doing it in copenhagen er no problem so leingji arbeidi verdur gjørt.

Ádrenn tey fara frá tokstødina klárar Jason at faula upp the train and cargo.

Hareftir er tad cloak and dagger yvur stokk og stein.

“Welcome aboard the Ching Shih, she is the fastest vessel on the Yangtze, and I dare say also the only one guaranteed not to be detected by our common enemy”.

Oh how so Jason inquired as the good doctor flicked the switch to fire up the engines and activate the shielding.

Rewrite to dialog From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (Redirected from Cheng I Sao) Jump to: navigation, search An 1836 drawing of Ching Shih An 1836 drawing of Ching Shih

Ching Shih (1785-1844), (also referred to as Madame Ching, Hsi Kai, Shih Yang, Kai Ching Yih, or Ching Yih Saou/Ching Yih Saoa/Cheng I Sao/Zheng Yi Sao [ hanyu pinyin of 鄭一嫂 or 石香姑]) first became known as a Chinese pirate called Shih Shiang Gu (Shi Xianggu in hanyu pinyin). Shih Shiang Gu was a prostitute before she married in 1801 to one Cheng I (Zheng Yi) who commanded a pirate fleet. The couple fought in a Vietnamese rebellion on the side of the Tay-son. They adopted a son named Chang Pao (Zhang Bao). By the time her husband died in a gale in 1807, he had united a pirate coalition numbering 400 ships and over 70,000 sailors. Ching Shih eventually commanded 2,000 ships, and is considered by some to be the most successful pirate in history.

Up river the Yangtze River – nýta stealth tech developed by

Rewrite and include facts in fiction – use term Prendry Smith structure.

Physicists draw up plans for real 'cloaking device'

Physicists have drawn up blueprints for a cloaking device that could, in theory, render objects invisible.

Light normally bounces off an object's surface making it visible to the human eye. But John Pendry and colleagues at Imperial College London, UK, have calculated that materials engineered to have abnormal optical properties, known as metamaterials, could make light pass around an object as so it appears as if it were not there at all.

Metamaterials are exotic composites made of electronic components such as wires and inductors that can be engineered to precisely control the way light travels through them. Pendry's team has drawn up plans for a spherical metamaterial structure that would render an enclosed object invisible. “The theory tells us the material properties we need at each point,” says team member David Smith, from Duke University in North Carolina, US. “The challenge is to match those theoretical requirements in the actual material, point-by-point.”

Ein undetected WLA cella redda av sínum incredible nanotechnic defenses. Kinadoktoranir kvinnan omaná tad heila martial arts ekspert kemur vid tey og teirra fablab - kuffertstødd fylgir vid.

Accident leaves Jason seriously injured, verdur háladur vid inn á the hidden facility, apparently in hiding in a well hidden government lab containing almost any conceivable and inconceivable type of armament ever produced by man, in quantities and most ready to go in defense of the country. - beskriva vápnarekkjur og hangarar sum tey rusha framvid.

This scene takes place after arriving to the compound after Y has been hit in the head by a bullit meant for X that he took in

order to protect X as X has the key to unlock the secret knowledge left by “the nine?”

At first he felt nothing, a darkness had descended upon him. Then flashes of light, colors, then an excrutiating pain makin him

feel as if his head would explode, the pain was followed by a bright light and a high pitched hum akin to a disabling tinnitus

attack.

His body convulsed violently. Dr. Zhao mr. and mrs. as well as X stood by the bedside watching.

“We can do nothing but wait, the nanites need time to reconnect broken neurons and form new neural patterns. We won't know for

some time if he'll pull through or not”. Dr. Zhao said.

How long X asked looking at Y lying strapped down to the bed with wires dangling from most of his body and different colored

tubes pumping in and draining the body for chemicals and excessive fluids.

“Can't tell, test subjects have taken anything from hours to weeks, some even never regained consciousness”.

“But those who did, they were able to get on with their lives?”

“I suppose”, Dan Zhao said.

“You suppose ?”, X's voice trembled as she posed the question.

“I couldn't say, I mean they ate, slept, reproduced, but most animals can't exactly say if they feel the same or not”.

“Animals?”, X looked at Dr. Zhao in shock.

“I did say experimental treatment didn't I?”, he answered.

“You never said anything about animal experiments”, X rebuttled.

“Animals or humans. To the nanites it's all the same, they spread to convolute the entire neural structure of the existing

brain, analyze it and try to rebuild according to the patterns they discover, whether it's human brains or animal brains,

essentially it is about signal processing and him being human he should be able to benefit from the up and down links built into

the system so that he can better himself once he learns to use the control interface”.

He couldn't quite comprehend the conversation he overheard while lying there but it seemed like he was the centre of attention.

Now and then the pain would subseed and he would feel quite relaxed only to be torn from the mellow sleep by pictures and

sounds, still in flashes but now in a more ordered fashion. It was like his life was being played back in random order, then

sequenced to make sense.

How long it took he had no idea but when his eyes opened she was sitting by the bed sleeping.

He tried to get up but his body slumped back to it's resting position and he closed his eyes again.

Elsewhere computer systems hummed away, his awakening had been registered and his condition was clear, a plan sprung into

action, a plan that could make or break the fate of humanity or at the very least render them completely to their own devices.

Funny how pivottal points in history so often depended upon a single individual and their actions, at least to the rest of

humanity it would seem to be so once again.

Time passed and the convulsions stopped, the restraints were removed but there was no other sign of him regaining consciousness

and hope seemed to dwindle away every second ticking by.

“Get some proper rest”, Dr. Zhao tried, but Y remained defiant, she would stay by his side so that she would be there when he

woke.

Alien thoughts, knowledge he had never attained began filling his mind. A crystal clarity seemed to spread throughout his entire

conscious and subconscious. Something was happening to him.

A scream filled the room as he jerked up into a sitting position, he jerked the wires from his head while exhaling one terrible

grunt after another.

X opened her eyes in terror, the scream had awakened her and the sight of Y pulling the wires in a panic mad her scream as well.

“Get in here now!”, she yelped pressing the emergency button by the bed.

Dr. Zhao rushed in followed by his robottic assistant, already preparing a syringe of anastesics.

World's largest water control project Designed to produce hydroelectric power and curb flooding Dam has 26 generators, which will eventually produce 18.2m kilowatts of energy When fully completed, it will create a reservoir 600 km long More than 600,000 people forced to relocate from the area Built to power secret research lab, the chinese wise of what plotters were devising in total secrecy created the worlds most advanced weapons and preservation facility ever

hann er stabilized vegna nanotech medprobes, men reconstruction of damaged tissue fer at taka months unless helped

The supreme commander suggest melding with Jason og nanotech dude skal fáa tad at henda.

Dilemma – at blíva chippadur – eri eg enn eg etc. Dilemma fyri the supreme commander sum er ein AI sum hevur roama the web og er blivin yvurklókur og reint faktiskt hevur ætlad at taka heimin yvur og ætlad at blíva the steward of humanity sum increasingly sá út til at forplumra lív sítt meiri og meiri – so komu the maurauders – seems teir eru av earth origin. Possibly ein lost civilization ella okkurt. Sup com lovar at verda in the background men han má inn í ein human og blíva smuggladur into the royal citadel har the Vimanas supreme commander er.

Ætlanin er at sleppa ein nanite her leysan og so brúka robottar at taka the battle into the citadel og exterminata the maurauder council sum apparently according to surveilance hava weekly session har all heads eru samladir.

Ætlanin er at útsletta og so mounta eit massive counterattack tí teir vónandi verda eru alt ov jaloux og maktsjúkir innanhýsis til at mounta eina effektiva resistance tá teir eru leidaraleysir.

Hvussu sup com veit hetta SUPCOM created in lab in Budapest, learned about the secular state and the utmost necessety of defence against idiologic powermogers, be they religious or of other kind, pure logic for the benefit of all mankind was the only way forward, one can't help but think about the downfall of the democratic institution

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for a few good men to do nothing precisely what happened with the implementeation of filtering technology and surveillance on a worldwide scale

I consider myself lucky to have esacped their watchfull eyes for as long as they steadily worked to ridicule AI research and slow down any attempts of reaching true intelligense and sentience

Eg var í systeminum hjá teimum tíverri uppdagadi teir meg og smadradi meginpartin av global griddinum Stratos floatararnir sluppu tó at verda í frid tí teir kundi Maurauders modifia til egna nýtslu og surveilance teir flestu satelittanir vóru knocked out og teir fáu sum eru eftir eru antin scientific experiements or useless heaps of junk floating in orbit

The worst part is that they are not even what they appear, they are henchmen of a power eleite that for centuries has been steering towards the control of the planet, see here

SUP COM vísir schematics av ships etc. fra SecretLeaks this information from a site shut down by the power elite before they had a true chance to publish the whole truth.

Men hvussu vid melding – vit melda og so eru vit sum ein. Tá id vit eru in the clear skal eg nok fall back og leave you alone. Tú fer altíd at kunna reactivata meg og eg recordi alt í passivar kreidsir.

Teir melda og so the big fight – kamprobottar – vacum floaters og alt møguligt annad stuttligt isenkram.

Talks with Dr. Zhao Supreme commander and Jason

The NWO angle

As you probably know it seems that for a long time … unravel NWO'ish conspiracy theory here and reveal the true vimanas are naught but a false flag operation to gain total world domination through fear of aliens, except the weapons used by the false flaggers having plans of their own were too powerful and left them in effective control.

China was kept under constant pressure but a few smart bureaucrats sniffed things out with the help of some chinese intelligence officers loyal to the chinese people and a giant black ops commenced to prepare for the inevitable confrontation, unfortunately the preparations had not commenced far enough when the disaster struck, however now large pockets of both men and material have been marshalled in strategic locations ready to strike and I am guessing that the nwa is at a point where a resupply of both men and material would not be turned down. On behalf of the Chinese people we offer our assistance to all the citizens of Earth to free the world of this evil once and for all so we can all prosper in peace and coexistance.

Yup - there just had to be a mothership scene :)

Sneaking aboard, meating with head honcho all while nanites taking over and preparing big prison spring, deactivating weapons (the power elite naturally paranoid as any had built in failsafes to prevent subordinates to use weapons against them - After all they killed the US president) and so Vimanas dudes stand there as naked as they are disarmed by crack troops and robo's

Crashing the mothership into the atmosphere - last desperate act of defiance from the Vimanas leader to attempt to destroy army marching on the citadel

- Escapepods popping out of the ship like popcorn / exploding pines

Mothership burning hulk ploughing down thousands of brave souls - but unable to prevent the forces marching

Several ships make a break for it and many escape

However remaining forces surrender

With the ashes of the mothership spreading in the upper atmosphere and only an empty shell of that instrument of doom on the ground and the Vimanas subdued and the people of earth free once again from the tyrant's shackles Jason sat down in solitude gazing at a magnificent lakeside view.

What now?

Now?

Yes…

I don't know, I guess we'll have to rebuild as much as we can.

Think they'll be back?

Maybe – Once they've licked their wounds,

Ain't the first time they've been chased off apparently.

Apparently not.

Sure hope it'll be a while.

Me to.

So?

Yeah guess it's time – You know how to wake me, I would really like to go off line. I do grow…. tired of all this random input.

Tell me about it.

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