“Let me briefly talk about medical and energy. We have the ability to cure virtually any viral infection, bacterial infection, poison, diabetes, Alzheimer’s, Cancer, Autism, Sickle Cell, and much, much, more. I would like to completely eliminate AIDS from the face of the Earth, and as you well know, even more people die of cancer. The medical profession will resist and suffer financially. Illnesses that people spend billions of dollars on now for treatments will disappear. Doctors are like Paint and Body Shops. If there is no wreck, there is nothing for them to fix. Drug companies who have spent billions on research and make billions selling drugs, will find themselves useless. You must choose, do you want people healthy and well, or do you want doctors, hospitals and drug companies to continue making a fortune? I would also like to work with the struggling countries in Africa initially; where I would use energy production and terraforming techniques to make them productive enough to be self-sufficient. However, this can only happen after we rid them of terrorists and stabilize their governments.
One last thing I will request, and this is not a deal breaker, but a simple request. There is a property in Manhattan owned by the late Gregorovich Romenov. I would like to acquire that piece of property to use as my base of operation in the Financial Capital of the World. Don’t get me wrong. I’m more than willing to pay a fair market value for the place; I know now it has been confiscated by the Justice Department. If they have no use for it, I’d like to give them money for it instead of them sitting on it wondering what to do with a $140,000,000 condominium. Also I would like to have Princess Amber admitted as an auditing student at the United States Air Force Academy. She desires to learn more about command and strategic techniques. As you already know she is quite capable as a pilot and holds a current rank of Colonel. I would also like to have Prince Hunter admitted to the CIA agents training program and Minister Barak, if possible to the Mossad training. He will be commanding my Intelligence organization and will also be leading the terrorist assaults in Africa and the Middle East.
Now I know I’ve given you a lot to think about and talk about. I will have a team of my people prepared to work with you to properly work out the particulars of these requests and the dollar amounts that are attached to them. I guess that about concludes everything I have to say. My people will be prepared to return you to Earth whenever you are ready; once again, anyone desiring to stay a bit longer and see Verron is more than welcome.” King Verron turned to leave the room and paused. As he turned back around he added, “I almost forgot. I have decided to use my medical facility to help disabled Veterans. I will have Dr. Verron open the regeneration and rejuvenation tanks for the use of restoring Veterans to a normal life. We can heal brain trauma victims and even quadriplegics and burn victims. Determine who goes first and make arrangements with Dr. Verron. We should be able to do four people every two weeks. I know it isn’t much, but I can’t stand to see a man suffer for the rest of his life because he chose to serve his country.” As he turned to leave the room every Veteran there applauded King Verron.
Many of those present in the room felt slighted. Paul had made his speech and then disappeared with General Zarman by his side. They couldn’t believe the boldness of this man who laid out his plan for their countries and then left the most powerful leaders on Earth to decide whether they would accept his proposal or not. As soon as he and the General exited the room, Prince Michael Verron took his place at the head of the conference room table. He quickly introduced himself as Finance Minister of Verron and the man given the responsibility to organize the various sections of the King’s proposals. He told those present, “Every item discussed briefly by King Verron has been carefully prepared in proposals for each of you to review.” He held up a very thick, nicely bound proposal and continued, “This is the full content of every item discussed, including timelines for delivery, costs of every item Verron plans to sell, payment plans and technical data on each item. No doubt your budgetary people will want to look at these very carefully.” He then reached into a thick briefcase and removed several smaller folders, saying, “This contains each section of the larger proposal. I have one for each agency involved.” He had Inga pass out the complete folder to the Presidents, P.M.s and Chancellors, then give specific folders to each agency chief present. General Dorsey got a thick portfolio containing prices and descriptions of weapons, and armor, including the Interceptor. FDA Commissioner got the proposal for the pharmaceuticals and other medical treatments. Transportation Cabinet members got the proposal for e-cars and a plan to reduce commercial aircraft weight and fuel consumption, in addition to vertical take-off and landing capabilities. (No more long runways) CIA Director Sullivan got the only file on advanced surveillance and code breaking capabilities, plus a proposal on controlling and tasking every satellite in Earth’s orbit. No one knew why he was smiling so hard. Inside his folder was a small flash-drive and loading instructions with enough program data to initially control Russia’s entire satellite fleet and decode their most secretive information. He now understood how Paul Verron acquired so much information.
The packet for NASA was very detailed and had a complete cost analysis and an additional proposal on how they could merge NASA with French and German space programs and share the costs of the ship. The ship was more than capable of handling several countries needs for years to come. It was the first time anyone had seen the NASA Director smile. There were outlines on the oil program, the timber program, and terraforming, along with agriculture and energy programs for Africa and the charter for the independent state of Verron planned for Mississippi. None of those present had seen such well executed proposals and detailed analysis. Chief of Staff Malone asked, “Who put this together? It looks like King Verron has been planning this for years.” Michael gave a brief and modest answer, “King Verron is a planner and a man who is constantly thinking ahead. He has been pondering these things for a long time, all of this was his idea, but what you have in your hands was put together by me and my staff, along with General Zarman’s staff in the time since the Mars rescue; about two months.” President Hollanda asked, “You want a job young man?” Michael smiled and replied, “Nay, think I’ll keep this one. It doesn’t pay much, but no one is ever bored working for my uncle.”
About two-thirds of the visitors to Verron left later that afternoon, with an open invitation to please come back. Most everyone expressed disappointment in not getting to see the other allied Nations or the rest of Verron. It was finally explained to them that King Verron and General Zarman were making the rounds to personally meet with each and every family of those killed during the battle. When they finished with Verron they planned to go to each allied Nation and make public statements of support for the families and attend Memorial Services. President Hensley thought of the way these things were done in the U.S. and decided to look into changing the program.
Those who had looked over their individual proposals seemed pleased. Michael gave everyone his phone number and e-mail address if they needed more information or desired to discuss any point in the various proposals. He informed them that King Verron would appreciate it if they would get back with their answer before they all took off for Christmas in 40 days. Intelligence Director Grasper smiled and commented, “It takes Washington longer than that to decide what color to paint the Senate bathrooms. Your uncle is a demanding man.” Michael replied, “That he is, but I’ve never seen him make a demand that could not be accomplished. I have no doubt that you’ll find a way to cut through all the Red Tape.” German Chancellor Merkel asked, “What if we can’t come to an agreement before the proposed deadline?” Michael thought a moment and told them with all sincerity, “I am authorized to speak for my uncle and make decisions on his behalf, so I pretty much know how he thinks. I believe if you drag your decision out or try to play politics as usual, he will do one of two things; he will either let the entire project drop then concentrate on the thousands of other populated star systems, or he will work exclusively with the
country that decides to abide by his proposal.” Michael turned to Prime Minister Anthony Talbot of Australia and asked, “Mr. Talbot, if the United States, France and Germany decided not to accept King Verron’s proposal or attempt to play political football with him, would you be willing to abide by all his plans if your country had an exclusive on everything shipped from Verron to Earth, including setting aside a portion of land to be designated an independent state of Verron?” The P.M. grinned and responded, “Damn right I would mate. Give me a bloody pen and I’ll sign the agreement now.” Michael shrugged and told them all, “I think I made my point.”
Hunter flew the Dragon Wagon full of V.I.P.s and Amber copiloted the other ship as Admiral Samantha Sullivan flew it back to Earth. They did a fly-by on Beriya-Haven so those onboard could get a look at a manmade planet the size of Mars. Everyone on board swore they would return to see more in the near future. Samantha informed Amber that if everything was accepted on King Verron’s proposal that Amber would definitely be admitted to audit the Air Force Academy. She told her it had never been done before, but nothing that has happened in the past few months has ever been done before; besides if General Dorsey tells them to do it, they will do it. She also told Amber that her husband couldn’t wait to have Hunter attend CIA training at The Farm and The Point. On the Dragon Wagon, Israeli Minister of Defense and his Prime Minister discussed the Mossad training and agreed that though it had never been done, there was a lot to gain by doing it. The P.M. was concerned that the young man might get hurt in the strenuous program. Agent Joseph Solomon was sitting behind the P.M. and respectfully commented, “Sir, I think we should be more concerned about the possibility of him hurting the others.”
Chapter 34
For the next few days the 103 people who stayed behind on Verron had the time of their life. With their bosses gone, things immediately became less formal. First names were used instead of titles, the clothing became more casual and the Dragon Guard and other escorts were able to simply be themselves. Almost all those who stayed behind were members of National Security teams of one country or another. One man referred to it as a police convention for spies. The highest ranking person was U.S. National Security Advisor Susan Brice. She let the Secret Service, CIA and FBI people present know that she was on vacation and not on duty. She was not to be Mam, or even Ms., but simply Susan. They had an entire afternoon free after the Leaders and Cabinet members departed so they walked down the mountain to town and visited the Medical Center, the Capital building and of course Market Place. It was late afternoon when they exited the mall and one of the agents asked Chase and Daniel, who were playing host to the group, what is that next door with all the people going in and out.” Katelyn, being a typical big sister, overheard the question and informed them, “That’s the travel center. If you guys are in no hurry to get back to Klelta Palace I’ll show you what’s there.” Having absolutely no idea what they were about to see, 103 people followed their tour guides to the Travel Center, fully expecting to see a subway system, or a fleet of flying busses parked behind it. When they saw none of what they expected, one of the British MI6 men asked, “Well we’ve seen it. I’m not impressed; it’s definitely no St. Pancras Station, but what can I expect for such a tiny country.”
Katelyn smiled and reached for his hand, saying; “Come with me.” She escorted him to the gateway that exited into the palace grounds on Klelta, followed by the others. The ones behind almost ran over the stalled out Brit as he stopped trying to comprehend what just happened. He finally got out of the way and soon the rest of them stood transfixed on their surroundings. Stone walls so smooth and precisely fitted you could see no seams, thousands of blue/gray people walking the busy streets going about their daily business of shopping and working, just like downtown of any city, except these people were 8 to 12 feet tall. It was one thing to see Hon IV or his Father in a room full of normal people, but when 8 to 12 feet became normal, those visiting suddenly felt very small. Chase smiled at their awe and told them, “You really do get used to it after a while.”
They roamed the streets experiencing some of their food and buying some of their beautiful cutlery. They headed down one street and smelled a familiar smell. An FBI agent from New York commented, “Smells like Chinatown.” About halfway down the block they saw a big red dragon and a sign that said, “Eggrolls.” They all attempted to cram into the small shop that made the biggest eggrolls they had ever seen. When a Chinese man came from the kitchen to take their order, they were even more surprised when Chase and Daniel began to carry-on a conversation with him in Mandarin. Katelyn explained how the Chinese got to Klelta and how in the future more would join them. Several bought eggrolls large enough to feed four people and began to share. The people from Earth couldn’t help but notice how these gigantic people seemed to defer to these small humans dressed in gray commando cloths and wearing a red dragon on their cap. Daniel explained what had happened on Klelta and the battles fought to protect it. Chase followed his explanation with, “They know we have done a great service to Klelta and appreciate what was done. Besides that, they are one of Verron’s biggest trading partners. We’ve become very dependent upon each other.” They spent a couple of hours looking around and headed back to Verron.
They exited back to the Travel Center and the same MI6 agent was the first to say, “Bloody right it ain’t no St. Pancras Station. This is bloody amazing; where next?” Everyone got a good laugh at the now excited Brit and followed Chase through the gateway to Tecalna. Daniel began a short history lesson explaining that Tecalna was already more advanced than Earth in most of their technology and have advanced even more in the past four years. Katelyn gave them a brief history lesson on how King Verron saved them from extinction and how Cali was her adopted sister and now the leader of the Tecalna Military. Cell phones and cameras were going crazy once again as they walked through the busy city streets filled with these unique catlike people. They spent about an hour knocking around and bought a few unique items for souvenirs and headed back once again. This time it was Daniel’s turn to pick a gateway and he headed directly to Xhondar I. He stood aside and allowed the others to go through first. He paused a moment before he followed. When he stepped in behind them, they were a bundle of excitement. Susan Brice looked at the three Dragon Guard members and commented, “How does a small Nation like Verron become the Allied leader when these people are obviously greater in number and more advanced in technology? I just don’t understand.” Katelyn was about to give her best explanation when Mahala showed up, once again receiving a notification of unusual activity in the vicinity of the gateway from Verron. From behind the group of awestruck observers they heard a voice say, “Perhaps I can explain.” They recognized Master Mahala from the time spent with him on Verron.
He told them, “I know you won’t believe this, but it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not, it’s still the truth. The twenty-four Elders of Xhondar are the oldest living humans that we know of. I am the oldest and have been alive since before the great flood that covered your Earth. We know that there is but one God, the Creator of all the Heavens and your Earth. We pray to Him and actually listen to Him. Several years ago the twenty-four of us had the same vision; a vision of a massive invading army that would destroy every living intelligent life-form in its path. We began to pray and seek God about what to do. Our Nation had banned weapons and declared it illegal to intervene in any activities of other worlds. We knew that no one among Xhondar’s 70 billion people would be willing to do what needed to be done. Imagine our surprise when the 24 Elders met to decide what to do and as we wrote our suggestions down on paper to vote on our options, 24 pieces of paper had the name Paul Verron. None of us knew who Paul Verron was, but evidently God did. We searched among the former military leaders of Xhondar I, II and III and no Paul Verron could be found. We asked the Lord for guidance and a few days later we all had a vision of Earth; more specifically a small home on the edge of a soybean farm in Mississippi. Z
imuel was selected to make the trip and search for Paul Verron. He was a 65 year-old man working in a stove factory and attempting to rebuild his life after 12 years in prison. God revealed that Paul Verron’s prayer for over 12 years had been ‘God let me make a difference in this world before I die. I’d rather make a difference than make a fortune.’”
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