Pleiadian Rescuer

by Benedict Stone

  PLEIADIAN RESCUER

  BOOK 1

  IN THE

  NEW PARADIGM SERIES

  BY

  BENEDICT STONE

  ©COPYRIGHT BENEDICT STONE 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  Disclaimer

  This book is written for an adult audience as it contains strong language and graphic violence

  All characters, conspiracies, organisations, and events are written in a fictional context, and any similarity to real-world situations is purely coincidental

  Reader Discretion Is Advised

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  Prologue

  Ingolstadt, Bavaria

  Germany

  Earth Year 1784

  “We must yield to their commands,” said Brother Spartacus, “they have both the ability and the armies to do as they say. We have no choice.” He was shaken by what he had seen, they all were. Never had any of them witnessed such acts of barbarity.

  “Are you suggesting that we just hand over control of everything we have built?” replied Brother Ajax. “You cannot be serious, Brother.”

  “I see this as no matter for debate. To do anything other than their will, would be to sign death warrants for all of our young and you all stood witness to how they intend to carry out such a warrant. No, brothers, there is no alternative. We must yield.” Spartacus knew there was nothing they could do but to give in to the awful demands of their new overlords.

  “I cannot stand by and idly watch our creation turned against not just our goals, but that of our entire species.” Ajax was furious that the founding members of the Order of the Illuminati could cave in so easily. “We began the Order to bring not only humanity but the entire world into the light. To bring about equality to all. To free the masses from their miserable lives of hidden slavery, and you give up at the first true hurdle? No sir, I will not yield.”

  “Then you and your bloodline will perish, Sir,” replied Brother Philo.

  From the corner of the dimly lit room, a man spoke quietly for the first time since the start of the secret meeting. “If you’ll permit me to speak?” he asked. Receiving a nod, he continued. “Brother Spartacus is right; there is no recourse to this demand that has been placed upon your organisation. You must yield, or you and your families will suffer a death most horrible. However, there are alternatives to trying to fight against it. With the amalgamation of both your organisation and my own, we may be able to do things in such a manner that we can do some good. All is not lost quite yet, brothers.”

  “Of course. The Mason has all the answers,” Ajax said with as much sarcasm as he could muster. “Your dying lodges would know what to do, wouldn’t you? Or maybe you are in league with the devils and wish to aid the monsters in destroying us.”

  “Come now, Brother. The Masons have undergone the same demand as us. Why do you think they brought about the Independence of America?”

  “Personal gain of wealth and power. To control their own country thereby creating their own laws that would, in time, see them as the most powerful nation on the globe, and with us no longer in a position to stand in their way, as we have been, they could dominate the entire planet. I see no other meaning behind any of this.” Ajax hated the Masonic Knights Of Dark Light with a passion that stemmed from his very soul. For centuries they had kept the path to illumination secret from the world and used esoteric mysticism to further their own power and wealth beyond imagination. Ajax had aided in the foundation of the Illuminati to use those very tools to free the planet of the Masonic death grip, because, in his eyes, that’s exactly what it was, a death grip. It might take a thousand years, but ultimately, they would destroy civilisation. Of that, he had no doubt. Now that there was real speculation that his order joining with one of outright evil, he felt nothing but pure, unadulterated rage.

  “No, Brother, that is not the truth,” the Mason said firmly. “Where it may be true that we may have amassed wealth and power for our own deeds, we have not entered into this accord for any other reason than we have been forced to. As have you. Your Order has gained influence in areas of society that we have not, and if I were to be honest, I would have preferred to have removed that influence properly and taken control for ourselves. Alas, that is not to be. Circumstances have forced all of our hands into an alliance, and our hands must grab that alliance with all of our might if we are to survive. Those monsters are truly evil. Satan’s very own. You saw it eat that poor child with your own eyes, sir. You must realise that you nor we could be in league with such actions. No, sir. We must ally and do what we must, do what we are forced, and where possible, do what we can so that we might be able to put some semblance of safety to the world. If we try to stand against them, they will land their armies, and they will rain destruction upon us until we are, as a species, extinct.”

  The conversation continued long into the night, and by the time it was drawing to a close, the candle-light by which they were talking started to flicker as the flames came to the ends of the wicks. It was agreed. They would join their respective organisations to try to guide a safer coexistence with the monsters. There was nothing else to be done. They couldn’t stand against the evil before them; all they could do was survive.

  Only the very top one per cent of either group would ever know what was going on and why. Anyone who gained such a position would have to be eliminated should they refuse to abide by the Orders decree. This was to be the way for the foreseeable future.

  Pleiadian Scout Ship

  Low Earth Orbit

  Earth Year 1784

  “Traton Saf, I am detecting energy signatures that are not consistent with the current technical abilities of the planet's inhabitants,” reported the systems analyst.

  “Elaborate,” replied Saf.

  As the Commander of the ship, it was his job to ensure that the mission was successful. They had been tasked on a scouting mission to ascertain the status of the planet that the inhabitants called Earth. The world below was still using fire to light their homes, which meant that any real power sources that were detected were due to either human advancement or more probable, as in this case, off-world intervention. That would be a massive breach of Galactic Law because Earth was currently classed as undeveloped. That didn’t mean that the planet didn’t have any development in terms of buildings or houses, or even people, but what it did say was that the Beings that resided there were not developed sufficiently enough for contact with an alien species. The repercussions for such a breaking of the non-interference law could be extreme and range from economic sanctions to military action, depending on the severity of the crime that was committed.

  “Well?” Saf demanded impatiently. He wasn’t accustomed to waiting for answers.

  “Traton, apologies, I am finding the readings… confusing. They appear to be Draconian, but that cannot be. We are too far from Draco spa…” Elda trailed off. “Confirmed. Draconian shuttle leaving the surface.”

  “Thank you, Elda,” Saf replied. Turning to the PRD controller, he added, “Keep the Phased Reality Drive at 100 per cent, and track that shuttle; there are no shuttles without mother ships – find it.”

  “There are no other ships in orbit, Traton,” said Orlon. “They could be using another planet to shield themselves.”

  “Acknowledged, keep scanning,” Saf ordered. “Bring the ship to battle stations. I want to be prepared, in case we find ourselves in conflict.”

  The command crew burst into life as the ship came to battle stations. Each crewmember knew their jobs and was instinctively getting on with their tasks. Throughout the vessel, it was the same, each person moving to their assigned positions and preparing for war.

  “Traton, I think I have found them…
energy readings are being immitted from the far side of the moon,” said Elda several minutes later. “Yes, there is definitely a Draconian ship on the far side of… oh my, Traton, it’s a battleship. Cruiser class.”

  “Prepare a communication drone. Include everything we have on the humans and more importantly, what we’ve got on the Draco in the system. Do not release until I order it and keep updating the information load until the last second.” Saf needed to prepare for the eventuality that his ship could find itself fighting for survival, but he also needed to ensure that the Pleiadian Council of Light were aware of the situation in Sol System. It might not change anything on a Galactic level, but at least his own people would know.

  Saf was convinced that the Draconians were here to exert their influence on the planet below. It wouldn’t be the first time. The trouble was that with the limited information they had, the Galactic Council wouldn’t act. It always seemed to be the way. Although they knew that there was an illegal act being committed, being able to prove it was something else entirely. All proof would need to be absolute, completely undeniable. All they had right now was proof that the Draconians were in this particular solar system and had visited Earth, but nothing to prove that they were doing anything wrong. After all, the Pleiadians were here on a scouting mission, so couldn’t that be why the reptilians were here? No, Saf knew they weren’t here to scout, but that didn’t mean the Council would believe him. He needed proof.

  “I have a suggestion, Traton,” said Orlon. “If we send a ground team to the area where the shuttle landed, we might be able to ascertain the reason for the reptilian’s appearance here.”

  “Well done, Orlon. I was thinking the same thing. See to it.” Saf gave the order as he walked to the bridge door. “I will be in my compartment preparing a report regarding the situation.”

  Saf knew that once he had determined the Draconians reasons for being on the planet, he should take his ship to the nearest point in space to allow for real-time communications. That was the rule. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that wouldn’t be possible. He felt his intuition telling him to get as much information uploaded to the drone as possible. He had completed his report, ending it with, “We must consider instigating the Earth Born Project as soon as possible.”

  The comm beeped on Saf’s desktop, indicating a message from Elda. “Traton, the ground team is on the surface and will be on the scene of the landing area momentarily.”

  “Acknowledged,” he said. “I am on my way.”

  Making his way to the command couch, Traton Saf demanded a report. In front of him was the holographic display showing that the ship was in a geosynchronous orbit above the team on the ground. He watched as they made their way towards a building that was situated on the edge of a forest. As they moved, the team were taking scans of the area, and that data was scrolling down the right-hand side of the holo-screen. Everything seemed reasonable; the only exception being the radiation levels were not in line with regular background readings. They were not dangerous; however, they were not rooted in planetary norms. The patterns matched those that would emanate from the reactors of a spacecraft, specifically, a Draconian combat shuttle.

  The video feed from the Bretar, the leader of the ground team showed their movement as cautious and deliberate as they got close to the building. There appeared to be a large dark patch in the dirt to the front of the property.

  “Bretar, get a better view of that.” Saf gave the order already knowing what it was.

  “Traton, it seems to be blood.” Having given the initial report, Bretar got closer and held the scanner over it. “Confirmed, it is blood. It appears to be fairly fresh. I’d say within the last ten, maybe twelve hours.”

  “Acknowledged, Bretar. The cellular diagnostics make it clear that the blood's owner would have been a human infant,” Saf replied as he read the information coming from the ships analytical systems. “Proceed with extreme caution and do not hesitate to use deadly force if the Draco attack.”

  Saf had seen this before. The Draconians had used this tactic on other worlds. Sacrifice the young to force a response from the old. Be it conflict or submission; any reaction would allow them to formulate a way to proceed with their plans. Whether that be a clandestine insurgency or an all-out invasion, the reptile’s would know one way or the other. But even with all the knowledge and experience from past Draconian indiscretions, the Galactic Council still needed undeniable proof. Currently, everything they had found so far was, at best, circumstantial.

  Under cover of what little remained of the darkness, the ground team slowly made their way to the house and attached small listening devices to the windows. The small machines not only recorded what was said but relayed it in real time to the ship, allowing the command crew to hear what was going on. After a few minutes, the conversation inside one of the rooms made it clear that the Draconians had slaughtered an infant to force the humans into submission.

  The people in the house were apparently of some importance and from what Traton Saf could make out, they were the head of some sort of secret society whose influence spanned the globe and appeared to be free from the elected government's laws and opposition. The Draco was here to engage in an insurgency using the underground cabal to further their own agender. Allowing this to happen would have devastating consequences for the planet.

  Saf wouldn’t stand by and watch this, he would intervene.

  “Traton, I think there may be Draconian’s in the forest…” Elda reported knowing full well that the ground team would be in imminent danger. “Shadows are appearing in the treeline. I think they have matched their body temperatures to that of the environment; it’s difficult to see, but I recommend we withdraw the landing team.”

  Watching the display, Saf saw what Elda had been talking about, and switched through the various visual settings on the spectral analyser but could not say with any degree of certainty whether or not the shadows were anything other than that, shadows. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

  “I agree with that assessment Elda. Pull them back to the stable but have them leave the listeners in place.” Saf wanted as much intelligence as he could get before releasing the comm drone. “Does anyone know if there is any native wildlife that could mask its body temperature in a way such as we see here?” he asked, opening the question to the entire bridge crew.

  “Some animals can change their temperatures, but not in the way we are witnessing, and not on this continent.”

  “We will assume the worst then and prepare for emergency extraction of the ground team.” Saf couldn’t take any chances. He wanted to be ready to pull his unit off the surface at a moment’s notice.

  *****

  “So, we are agreed,” said Brother Spartacus with some degree of relief. “I will prepare a dispatch immediately,” he added as he made his way to the desk.

  Brother Ajax had reluctantly come to terms with the situation. There was nothing else to be done. They had to agree to the demands, and in doing so, they may be able to do some good. He had hated every second of his deliberating on the matter, but what else could he do? If he had gone against the Order, he would have been dead before sunrise. Not just him either, his entire family would be killed, and probably in a manner most horrible.

  Their plan was simple and elegant. Infiltrate every facet of human society, particularly government and pave the way for peaceful coexistence with the reptilian species from another world. None of those present believed the monster at his word that they only wanted to take a few of the planet's resources and then move on. The alien had told the men gathered that they were a peaceful race that desperately needed certain minerals to ensure the survival of their dying world. He had also said that they were aware that the inhabitants of Earth were not ready to accept the knowledge of Beings from other planets; therefore, their presence should remain secret. The men knew that the show of force was made to prove to the humans that, if necessary, the Draconian’s would invade and ta
ke what they needed by force, leaving the humanity no choice but to capitulate.

  By having Illuminati Masonic members in top leadership positions, they could dictate the New World Order that was needed to ensure the survival of the human race with as few casualties as possible. They knew there was always the risk that the Overlords could change the terms of their agreement, but in the meantime, they would gain technological advances that would otherwise take centuries to create. That was reason enough to go along with the demands. By getting advanced technologies, they thought they might eventually be able to use it in such a way as to combat the monsters and drive them from the Earth. But they also knew that would be something for future generations to deal with - if humanity survived that long.

  With the dispatches complete, both Spartacus and the Masonic Grand Master added their respective wax seals before they were handed over to the rider. Both of the wax prints carried the emblems of the secret societies from which they derived; the Cap Stone of a pyramid with the All-Seeing Eye for the Illuminati, and the Circle and Compass for the Masons. Both men had also signed their names in ink to alleviate any doubt as to the authenticity of the new orders. The manuscript was to be shared between only the top echelon of both societies and no one else. Any who saw the contents, who were not positioned to do so would be eliminated immediately along with anyone they had told. Secrecy was the key to success. Forget the accord with the aliens; if humanity found out, they would all hang just for the conspiracy of being a part of a secret organisation that was influencing the world stage.

  “Do not stop until you reach the French capital.” The tone that Spartacus used was one of utmost severity. The consequences of failure clear in implication. “Reveal to no one what you have on your person and guard it with your life.”

  “I will, Brother. My life is forfeit before the cause, Sir.” The rider set off at best speed. His journey would be long and arduous, but Spartacus knew he would succeed. He wouldn’t have chosen the man if he had any doubt. Although the document he carried highlighted the new amalgamation of the two most powerful secret societies, it also laid out a plan to start a revolution in France, which in doing so meant they could begin the process of replacing that government's leadership.