Air Vice Marshall Sir Arthur Darby stood and tapped the
table lightly for attention.
This was an impromptu meeting called by the intelligence
services of several countries and many of them had no idea of the purpose of
the gathering.
Sir Arthur recognised this; he also recognised the need
for urgency, “Ladies and Gentlemen. Might I have your attention for just a few
moments?
“It is a rare moment when the heads of the military of the
United Nations are called together under one roof.
“Yes, we are a large and disparate group but the time has
come when the survival of Earth depends upon us putting our heads together and
finding a solution to a problem of which we know almost nothing.”
There was a murmur around the table. Some of the sounds were
of scoffing and others were more serious knowing, as many did, that Sir Arthur
was a pragmatic man. If he categorically stated that a spade was a spade then
there was no doubt that a spade was what the item in question certainly was.
“Please allow me, if you will, a little latitude here
while I play you a tape.
“This tape was recorded only a few days ago at the Parkes
Radio Telescope and the source confirmed two hours later from Sheshan,
Shanghai.”
The Chinese delegate nodded assurance around the table.
“Would you wish to comment, General Chang Khong Sheu?” Sir
Arthur invited the General to address the assembly.
General Chang half stood, smiled at everyone, and said
only “Perhaps later. We have a little more information now,” he nodded and sat
again.
Sir Arthur leaned over and pressed a button on the table
in front of him.
Moments later a crackly voice speaking in precise Russian
was heard over the speakers arranged around the room.
Several people at the meeting were shrugging and holding
out their hands, clearly not understanding what was being said.
There was a widespread, and silent, ‘Oh!’ when the voice
of an interpreter began speaking into their earphone translating the tape.
“People of Earth,” the tape quality was poor. The
interpreters and the Russian-speaking people had to concentrate very hard.
“People of Earth. We have studied you very long and very
hard. We have recorded and pored over your TV and Radio transmissions for
several years. We recognise your disparity and your hungers.
“The end for you is near. We shall come and we shall
conquer. You have no defence. You will crumble helplessly before us. Prepare. We
are closer than you think.”
The tape ended.
Silence around the crowded room.
At last the representative from India, Rear Admiral
Rajdeep Suvharoo, said, without standing, “This must be a hoax,” he looked
directly at General Chang.
This time, General Chang stood up confidently. He looked
down at his notes briefly and then spoke in clear, unaccented, English.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Sheshan and Parkes have
collaborated on this very closely. The astronomers in both these places have
agreed that the signal comes from outer space. There is no hoax. This is not
local traffic or some sort of transmission bleed from a local radio station.
“We are anticipating that they, whoever ‘they’ are, will
transmit another message to us at some stage in the near future. At which time
the observatory at Atacama, that they call ‘ALMA’, will also be monitoring the
signal. They have been given the coordinates and have been placed at the
disposal of the World’s defence forces.
“For those of you that are still cynical about this threat
I should tell you that the Government of the People’s Republic of China takes
it very seriously and has aligned itself with the United States and the EU in
this matter.
“We also accede that Air Vice Marshall Sir Arthur Darby of
the Royal Australian Air Force should take the Chair as Parkes Observatory was
the first to detect and record the signal. I seek a second for that motion,” he
sat down to a deeper silence.
General Tom Myers, USAF, stood, “As ranking officer here,”
he looked around the room; nobody spoke, “I guess I should take over that post
but I agree with General Chang that Sir Arthur should chair this defence
meeting. He has the history of the thing.”
“Thank you, Tom. No doubt you and General Chang should
deputise since we will, undoubtedly, need the technological might of the US and
the knowledge and manpower of the Chinese forces,” Sir Arthur said quietly.
“Does anybody,” he continued, “have any ideas how to
proceed?”
The silence was becoming oppressive.
“In that case, we should adjourn until we hear more. At
present we have no information of how big the threat is or, indeed, what the
threat itself is. The purpose of this meeting has been fulfilled in that you
are now all aware of what has happened and that we shall, at some point in the
future, need to put up some sort of united front.
This might be a good time to put our squabbles to one side
and begin to focus on something bigger from outside.”
Time passed. Three weeks. Sir Arthur picked up the
telephone. It was Jimmy Retter from Parkes. Sir Arthur sat up straight,
listening intently.
“Does Sheshan have this? And ALMA? They do? You all say
what?”
He put the ‘phone back down, thought for a moment, and
then asked his PA to get General Myers on the ‘phone.
“Have you heard? From ALMA? Good. OK, I’ll start rousing
the people this side if you get hold of NATO and your counterparts to the
South. No, no need to meet--we can do this electronically, I’m sure. Yes. No
worries.”
Sir Arthur flew up to Singapore where he met with Air
Commodore Len Thomas, an old Rugby adversary from the New Zealand Air Force,
and most of the Asian military leaders.
“General Chang. How nice to see you again. Sad
circumstances, of course,” Air Commodore Thomas and General Chang exchanged
pleasantries for a few moments before General Chang asked Sir Arthur why the
Commonwealth Forces and NATO had chosen to appoint Air Force people to this
threat when the thrust of the aggression would, almost certainly, be a ground
war.
“Our Armies can’t look up, General,” Sir Arthur laughed, “Besides,
we are anticipating an aerial offensive first.”
General Chang nodded, “We have time,” he observed, “for a
good steak and chips first.”
“No noodles?” Len Thomas grinned at him.
Chang just smiled, paused, and then said, “Was that
enigmatic enough?”
They chuckled and went into the ‘Raffles’ for lunch.
“Do we have a conference?” a Singapore Air Force Colonel
spoke into a microphone in the middle of the table.
Confirmations came from all over the world. The Colonel
checked them off on his master list. At last he nodded to Sir Arthur and sat
down.
“Thank you, Colonel Chen. This voice is now Sir Arthur
Darby speaking to you since we have, at present, no visuals set up.
“This meeting is just to inform those of you that have yet
to hear, that there has been another message picked up by Parkes, Sheshan and
ALMA.
“Rather than play you the tape I shall read out a
transcript of the message and trust that you will accept that what I have here
is an accurate translation. This time the message came in Swahili. Perhaps not
the most commonly used language on the planet, with due deference to Major
General Muteitha. It does give us a clue, however, that they have studied us
closely.
“Here is the message: ‘People of Earth, as you call
yourselves collectively. We observe your disunity. We note your dissimilar
needs. We recognise your disparity of wealth. You will soon be conquered. You
will soon subjugate yourselves to our will. There is no possibility of
resistance.’
“The message ends there.
“The astronomers tell us that the speed of the signal
coming towards us has been calculated and that the last known position is
precisely pinpointed. The signal source yesterday was just beyond the orbit of
Pluto. If it maintains its current velocity it will be with us in two weeks, or
just less.”
An unidentified voice with a Spanish accent came over the
speaker, “Do we know if this ship that heads our way is manned. I use the word ‘manned’ advisedly. Perhaps
it is a robotic ship such as we send into space. Sorry. Rodrigues, Mexico.”
“We have no idea of any information regarding the ship at
present. Hubble has been directed towards the coordinates in the hope that it
will see something early to give us a clue,” Sir Arthur said.
“Gudjonsson, Iceland. So we still know nothing apart from
the threat?”
“That is correct.”
“Williamson, RAF. Is there any clue from its current
trajectory where it may land?”
“None. The people at Sheshan have made a tentative
estimate that it could be over Africa/Asia region when it arrives. Where it
will land is another matter, of course.”
“Quite, quite. If we had a clue we could set up some sort
of aerial defensive perimeter. At present we are waiting until the last minute
before deploying any forces.”
“That is also correct. As I said just now, Mike, the
possibility is that it could arrive over Africa and then land anywhere it
bloody chooses.”
“Levon, Israel. We are still without intelligence.”
“Yes. This meeting is for your information only. We have
nothing to act on other than be ready for anything. Needless to say, this is
serious—I doubt these chaps will be throwing rocks.”
Len Thomas shifted uneasily in his chair knowing Sir
Arthur was sailing a bit close to the wind.
“Anything else from anyone?”
Silence.
“No? Then we will go back home and await the next event.”
Very little happened that was useful to the Earth Defence
Force, as they had titled themselves, over the next two weeks.
There were more transmissions in a similar vein all in
different languages including, Hindi, Mandarin and Malay.
A few days after their last meeting, Hubble picked up a
bright dot. Ground observatories trained their eyes on it; the light was
inspected and analysed. They agreed it was some sort of exhaust glare. The
astronautics people at NASA declared that it was a space ship firing retro
rockets to slow down for Earth orbit.
The astronomers confirmed that the ship was slowing down
and new forecasts for arrival time and location were calculated.
“How big is it?” Sir Arthur asked Tom Myers.
“We don’t know,” General Myers admitted, “I guess if it’s
an invasion force it’s going to be pretty hefty.”
March Fourth. The alien ship formatted on the Shuttle. The
Shuttle crew said that it gave no indication of observing them, it just sat
there for a few hours and then moved off.
The astronomers could now measure it. Most people with
reasonable binoculars could see it.
March fifth. It broke orbit and settled down to Earth in
Sri Lanka. At a kilometre long and just over half that wide it filled the
airport at Colombo.
Defence forces rushed to the site but it was clear that
the response time was going to be inadequate.
First on the scene was the local representative, Group
Captain Kularatne.
He had a small squad of military with him armed with light
weapons; the heavy artillery was still on its way from the North.
Fingers tightened on triggers as a small hatch opened up
in the front of the ship. A set of steps, only four deep, extended to the
ground.
Two buxom, and underclad, beauties bounced down the steps
and arrayed themselves either side.
A braying of trumpets and a man in a loud suit and louder
tie appeared at the top of the steps.
He flung his arms wide and announced in perfect Tamil,
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