Battle for the Earth

by John P. Gledhill

  **

  Back at the Manassas base, Mark, Finney and Sacha sat down to work out the details.

  ‘OK, what have you got in mind?’

  Sacha stood up and started to pace around the table.

  ‘We need to get rid of these Sybote things once and for all. It’s difficult enough to fight the Annunaki themselves, but if they produce an army of these things, then it’s game over.’

  Mark and Finney nodded in agreement.

  ‘The plan is for ten Hercules planes. We load them with ten full aviation fuel tankers from the airport, we strap tons of high explosive, phosphorus and sulphur to the tankers, then we fly over Dulles and drop the tankers right on top of the bastards. We get massive explosions, burning phosphorus that will melt anything it comes in contact with, and best of all sulphur dioxide creating strong sulphuric acid to eat and burn away anything that’s left.’

  ‘Brilliant! Improvised daisy cutters! Finney, where did you get this guy?’

  Mark was thoroughly impressed with the ingenuity of the plan. The so-called ‘daisy cutter’ bombs were second only to nuclear devices for causing utter devastation.

  ‘Now let’s get to it, gentlemen, before any more of the bastards show up,’ said Finney.

  This last comment was a reference to the expected arrival of the second Annunaki battle group.

  **

  48

  Tannacha was impressed with Nalater’s efforts; he had brought him one hundred pre-programmed humans. This was going to save a lot of time processing them into Sybotes. With luck he would have most of them finished by the time the new battle group arrived.

  The Sybote production facility was already in the process of creating more human Sybotes out of the new batch that had arrived from Australia. Tannacha wondered if the high council back on Nibiru had made any headway with his idea about Annunaki Sybotes. Anyway, he would probably find out when the new fleet arrived.

  Nalater was overseeing the production of the Sybotes personally. He was fascinated by the process of turning a human being into an unthinking killing machine. The process was going well: five Sybotes had already been completed at the cost of just ten human lives.

  Tannacha had returned to the bridge of his flagship to await the imminent arrival of the second battle group. He was just practising his welcoming oration to impress the new commanders when Nalater’s shuttle docked with the five new Sybotes on board.

  Nalater and his Sybotes made straight for the bridge where Nalater immediately gave the order and the Sybotes set to work.

  Tannacha and his personal guard of four elite Annunaki warriors put up a good fight but were no match for Nalater’s new assassination squad. The bridge quickly turned into a killing ground, with dead Annunaki warriors strewn everywhere, including the limbless and headless torso of the once-feared Tannacha.

  **

  Nalater now took control of all the Annunaki forces on Earth. He brought in key Annunaki warriors who he knew were loyal to him to take charge of the Nephilimis, and to proclaim him the Supreme Commander of all Annunaki forces.

  His victory was to be short lived, however.

  In all the commotion and excitement no one had been monitoring the proximity detectors, and the arrival of the resistance squadron of ten Hercules transports above Dulles had gone quite undetected.

  **

  The unusual and somewhat odd-looking daisy bombs had been triggered to explode at five hundred feet above the base. This was to maximise the impact. As aviation fuel, high explosives, phosphorus and sulphur mingled together to create a series of massive explosions, the destruction was total.

  There were ten huge explosions in all. Between them they razed the whole base to the ground, leaving not a single structure standing in an eight-square-mile area, with virtually nothing left alive.

  In most cases the Annunaki warriors were killed instantly, but some unlucky ones died in screaming agony as the phosphorus burnt though their flesh and into their bones and skeletal structure. The strong sulphuric acid caused by the fusion of molecules of sulphur and O2 during the explosions filtered through every gap in the rubble, eating any surviving flesh or bone, alive or dead.

  The Dulles base and production facility had been destroyed totally in one diabolically clever raid.

  The Nephilimis fared no better than the base. Explosions tore through her outer hull, and white-hot phosphorus burnt through her insides like a blast furnace melting steel.

  There were no survivors. What was left of the Nephilimis crashed into the ruins of what had once been the Dulles base.

  **

  From the Hercules transports the spectacle below was one that signified total victory.

  If the Annunaki had ever thought that Earth would just roll over and die, this would be a permanent reminder to them of mankind’s determination to survive, even against all the odds.

  Finney was elated. Sacha, by contrast, looked thoughtful. He was, after all, a realist. This had been a great success, but there was a new battle group on the way and he knew that this might not be handicapped by such shoddy and inept leadership.

  **

  Sacha was right. At the same time as the Hercules transports were landing back at Houston, the second Annunaki battle group appeared from hyper-space orbiting over Earth. With the help of the two small lead shuttles they had successfully navigated the hazardous debris field further out in space, proving from the outset that this commander was to be no one’s fool.

  The flagship of this second battle group, the Orpious, settled into a high orbit above Earth and North America. Sutan, the commander of battle group, had been surprised not to have received any word from his brother, Tannacha.

  Leaving most of his fleet in geosynchronous orbit above Dulles, Sutan took his flagship and two other cruisers down to the Dulles base to investigate.

  The sight that greeted them was beyond anything they could have imagined. Total devastation was visible everywhere. Nothing could have survived within the area of the base or indeed in the wreckage which was only just recognisable as the Nephilimis.

  In a black rage Sutan immediately signalled the battle cruisers back into orbit, with orders to target and pulverise all the capital cities throughout Earth as a taste of the retribution to come. Wasting no time, the battle cruisers broke orbit and shot off to rain death and destruction down on city after city from their massive banks of pulse weapons. New York, London, Paris, Minsk, Tripoli, Pretoria, Edinburgh, Dublin were obliterated, as the Annunaki cruisers moved from continent to continent, mercilessly intent upon wiping out all trace of mankind’s presence on planet Earth.

  **

  Sutan and his two escort cruisers began the task of finding any ESG ships or cruisers still left operational, although even with proximity detectors this was going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

  With no initial success Sutan ordered all assault vessels to disembark from the battle cruisers and start searching on Earth, around the moon and on Mars. Hundreds upon hundreds of Annunaki assault craft were now out on search-and-destroy missions, each one of them itching for a fight.

  Part of Earth’s resistance was now to be in the Dulles area, and Sutan gave the order to unleash the Annunaki Sybotes, one thousand strong, to spread out from the old Dulles base and destroy the resistance once and for all.

  The huge transport ship Gerona came gently down to rest on the flattened Dulles base. The Annunaki Sybotes that disembarked from the ship were indeed fearsome monsters, and virtually uncontrollable. With the fitting of the second mind-control device they had at least stopped killing one other, but it was still a case of letting the mad dogs out, rabid ones at that.

  Sutan himself had very little time for these monstrosities and even less faith in them. They had been Tannacha’s idea and had been taken up by the Annunaki high council as an experiment.

  Sutan’s own perspective on things was much less fanciful and certainly much simpler:
just flatten the planet, kill all its inhabitants, apart from what was needed for a future food source, and rebuild it to suit Annunaki requirements.

  This is the way things would be. Earth would be ready for colonisation within a month, and vengeance would be taken for the destruction of the first invasion fleet.

  **

  49

  Jumouk watched the arrival of the second Annunaki battle group in despair. He had known it was on its way, and how big it was. Here was the irrefutable fact, in the flesh, and it was already demonstrating a quite different battle strategy.

  Dulles had been a huge success, but the timing had been unfortunate with the arrival of the second battle group right on the heels of the destruction of the first fleet. Now these battle cruisers were systematically destroying every capital city on Earth with ruthless and breathtaking precision.

  Marie interrupted his reverie. She pointed to the assault craft that were bearing down on Mars.

  ‘We’ve got company, Jumouk.’

  Two wings of Annunaki assault craft, fourteen vessels in all, were rapidly approaching Mars.

  ‘When will the defences kick in?’

  She was puzzled as to why the defences had not started to destroy the enemy craft.

  ‘I don’t know, Marie. They should have activated by now.’

  Jumouk too was now beginning to be concerned. Perhaps the Mars base wasn’t as safe as they had been led to believe. He could tell from the look on Marie’s face that she was thinking the same thing.

  **

  The Annunaki assault craft were now skimming the surface of Mars. Worse still, three Annunaki battle cruisers were also on their way, heading directly towards the base.

  The Annunaki assault vessels had split up and were searching the surface of the red planet methodically. Flying at high speed and fifty feet from the surface, the craft flashed over the planet surface looking for signs of ESG activity. The moon base had already been explored and ruled out as an active base, Sutan having guessed that if there were any other hidden bases the most likely planet would be Mars.

  The three massive battle cruisers which included Sutan’s own flagship had taken up orbit on the far side of Mars, in constant contact with the assault craft scrutinising the planet’s surface.

  Sutan was watching the proximity detectors on board his flagship closely, but there was absolutely no sign of any activity on the planet below apart from his own assault craft.

  **

  Jumouk could do nothing but watch and pray, Lee had now joined them and was expressing his concerns as well.

  ‘What the hell’s going on, Jumouk?’

  ‘I honestly don’t know, Lee. The defences don’t appear to be working. Do you know where Pausanias is?’

  ‘Sorry Jumouk, not got a clue. I thought he would have been here with you.’

  ‘I’ve not seen him since the second fleet arrived. Marie, have you seen him at all?’

  Marie shook her head.

  ‘No, like you say, since the second fleet arrived there’s been no sign of him.’

  Lee’s eyes lit up.

  ‘I bet I know where he is. He’ll be in that other defence control room, but I can’t remember how to get to it.’

  Marie began scrolling through the schematics of the base.

  ‘I don’t see it on any of the schematics.’

  ‘No, it’s a devil of a place to get to, I don’t think the level that it’s on is even shown, at least not on anything we’ve got access to.’

  ‘I don’t know why the battle cruisers haven’t opened fire yet.’

  ‘Hold on. Didn’t Pausanias say he had deployed some kind of cloaking device?’

  Lee nodded.

  ‘That’s right, they can’t see us. That’s why they’re not firing at us.’

  Jumouk summed it up.

  ‘And that’s why we’re not firing at them. Pausanias doesn’t want to give our position away.’

  ‘Can we find someone to take us to that control room?’

  Marie left to find somebody. Within a few moments she had returned with one of Pausanias’s colleagues who said he would take them there.

  **

  Sure enough, when they arrived at the control room they found Pausanias monitoring the Annunaki craft on the three-dimensional displays. Pausanias had already grounded and camouflaged the ESG vessels that had been patrolling the red planet’s surface when the second battle group had arrived out of hyper-space, so no electronic signatures would be found on Mars.

  By the look of it the Annunaki were coming to the end of their search. The battle cruisers were already on their way back to Earth and the assault vessels were just finishing their final sweeps of the planet.

  Pausanias apologised for not being with Jumouk when the Annunaki fleet had arrived but, as he explained, he had to monitor the situation in case anything had gone wrong. He had fully anticipated the search of Mars and had taken all the necessary steps to keep the base hidden, but if something were to go wrong he needed to be able to access the blistering array of weapons from this control room.

  The last of the Annunaki craft had left, none the wiser about the Mars base, thanks to Pausanias’s foresight. Earth was now the centre of attention, and the Annunaki battle cruisers were still levelling the capital cities at a frightening rate.

  ‘Will the people in the bases closest to the capital cities be able survive that kind of weapons fire?’

  Marie’s question was the one that was on all their minds, and nobody had an answer.

  The topography of Earth was changing as they spoke, and nobody could do anything about it.

  The colonisation of Earth by the Annunaki had begun.

  **

  50

  Sutan was still nonplussed by the absence of any resistance from the ESG. Where were their battle cruisers, if indeed they had any left? After repeated scans of Earth and the surrounding space absolutely nothing had been detected.

  Looking on the bright side, the Annunaki Sybotes had unearthed a cell of resistance just south of Dulles and they were now in the process of eradicating it from the Manassas area.

  Nevertheless, Sutan was still spoiling for a fight. He hadn’t come all this way with a complete battle group in tow just to sit around idly. Virtually all the capital cities had now been razed to the ground and one by one his battle cruisers were rejoining him above Dulles.

  It had to be said it was a breathtaking sight.

  **

  The resistance fighters at Manassas had taken to the sewer systems in a bid to escape the Annunaki Sybotes. Above ground it had been a massacre.

  The mindless killing machines had shown no mercy. They felt no fear or pain. If wounded, they would do anything to continue killing.

  At least the tunnels in the sewers gave the resistance a fighting chance.

  When Bill Graham, the architect, had mined the tunnels, everyone had been given maps of the lay-out in the sewer system. Now the work Bill had put in was paying dividends and saving lives.

  The main aim of the fleeing resistance was to get to the outlets on the Potomac River. Shuttles had been hidden strategically at points just off the river for precisely this kind of emergency. The resistance fighters now only numbered hundreds. They had paid a heavy price for the destruction of the first invasion fleet and its Annunaki warriors, with the subsequent onslaught of the Annunaki Sybotes.

  This was a running battle, not only of strength but of wits. At last, however, they were starting to make inroads into the numbers of the Sybotes chasing them. The shock wave created within the smaller space was wreaking havoc even with the heavy armour the Annunaki Sybotes had built into them. Also, as each explosion tore a tunnel apart, collapsing it completely, the Sybotes had to find another way around, which slowed them down considerably. It was a hard-fought battle, but it was beginning to look as if some of the resistance would be able to make good their escape.

  Ironically, th
e resistance leaders were still at George Bush International Airport and, having received no news of recent events, were still celebrating the complete success of the mission involving the Hercules transports and their daisy cutters. That really had been the high point for the resistance, and they were sure that even Lee and Jumouk must have been impressed.

  **

  Four shuttles lifted to roof-top height, then, diving into the dark waters of the Potomac, formed themselves into a diamond shape and headed towards the Atlantic Ocean.