The Invader Candidate: From the Adventures of Khraa-Veh, Alien Explorer

by Don Cook

  “Because your hive control-flagship the HRMKS Skandario has been destroyed,” Mike said further, “your entire collection of starships has been rendered helplessly inactive. Your ships’ engines, your weapons, your self-destruct devices, your planetary strategic biochemical warfare devices, even your personal weapons such as laser-based hand-guns and rifle-like longer ray-guns, have been neutralized. But upon my suggestion of mercy, the life-support systems on each of your starships are still operating at peak efficiency.

  “Dear friends from beyond my sphere,” Mike said, with brotherly sympathy, “the vacuum of outer space is all-too cold and cruel a place to die. Even if you were in a spaceship, the lonely void of space is the worst place I can think personally of to spend your last moments if your spacecraft could not take you to a life-bearing world like my Earth, or the worlds where each of you spacepeople in the invading starfleet came from. And because I have been both an Agent of the law on my planet and a pastor, a servant of God, to my fellow agents of the Bureau that I’ve served gladly, I wish to give the good news — in fact, the best news ever — to you, the extraterrestrial descendants of Adam and Eve, or as you know her, Aevaa, and a chance at a better, happier eternity.

  “Allow me to elaborate on your present situation, of which I am sure many of you are at least partially aware. Since my people strangely came to have access to one of your KF-18 Stingfly fighter-spacecraft, we could defend our Earth by having me pilot the fighter-ship known as Blue 1 into space and get past the lines of your hostile invasion forces. I could then miniaturize the said Blue 1, penetrate and enter your hive-control flagship HRMKS Skandario through its maintenance entrance shaft and plant 12 thermonuclear weapons inside your flagship’s computer-core section. Then, with a newly-installed stardrive and the aid of a matter-alteration drill-beam, I could exit at light-speed out of the Skandario and reach the planet Mars before the flagship exploded.”

  “And I’m certain that many of you parents on Earth have had times when you’ve had to put your feet down and just say no to your kids when they wanted to do something that might harm them or worse!” Khraa/Astra spoke to the world. “On that morning, my Isokk and I had to do the same kind of thing. We had to be firm and tell our late teenage son Shurrah and his equally deceased twin sister Svetlia that they could not go on a parentless campout intended as a teenage orgy. That’s when the marauder I spoke of, the monster named Mephistula and Mallory Ignacia Stanton, literally led mega-squadrons of robot-fighters in a Pearl Harbor-like raid against the planet Rubiaar IV straight out of your Battlestar Galactica TV series.”

  Khraa/Astra sobbed a little and wiped away the tears of a still-fresh grief from her eyes that had an alien yet kindly benevolent glow about them. Meanwhile, Rick and his Canadian news team were moved greatly when they saw how human Khraa/Astra looked, especially by how grief-stricken she was, and how she bore a striking-yet-not-total resemblance to Astra Downey. Yet they were also utterly incensed by the alien’s back-handed condemning comparison of Canada’s iconic Prime Minister to the evil puppet-ruler who misruled and betrayed Khraa/Astra’s former nation.

  “It hurts like hell!” Khraa/Astra said through her grief and sobs. “It really hurts when you lose your spouse, your kids, most of your friends and colleagues on the same day as I did!”

  Khraa/Astra’s grief turned to hurtful rage as she said, “And it makes me madder than what you rightly call hell when I learned find that my former nation’s top leader allowed for it to happen!

  “My husband…” Khraa/Astra sobbed further, “…my children… my brother …most of my friends and colleagues — they were all mercilessly slaughtered by the same monstrous beast-invader who was running for your US presidency!

  “This same Mephistula, who was also Ms. Stanton,” Khraa/Astra continued, gradually regaining her composure, “tried to get away from the Rubiaar star system to return to her Shrion Intergalactic Empire, regroup and rebuild her armadas, and strike again. But before she could do that, I used my sub-light space-fighter’s tractor-beam-like grappling beams to latch onto Mephistula’s small star-travel-capable fighter, which went into stardrive. Afterwards, we both ended up in your Earth-Moon system.”

  “If you did not think I had the right to do what I could to defend my homeworld,” Mike said boldly, “then you have a twisted sense of right-and-wrong. Even the main character in one of our peoples’ popular songs called ‘Coward of the County’ exercised his moral right to seek justice for his lady-love, or, as your people would call her, his love-lady, after three local men as monstrous as your starfleet had sexually assaulted her. And this was despite his convict-father’s admonishing him to be a pacifist and not to emulate his incarcerated criminal-parent.

  “In fact, my nation’s people, the Americans, have been forced by a morally questionable generation known as the Baby Boomers to be, well, ‘the cowards of our global county’, or rather, our global village, the Earth. I thank God for certain men like Donald Trump, one of my nation’s presidents, who helped snap us out of that post-Vietnam War lie. Even the short First Gulf War was not quite what the cure America needed to overcome that unnecessary and wrongful globalist national guilt-trip.

  “But we are overcoming that Boomer-made lie, among tons of other lies, one by one, including the lie that denies someone the right and duty to stand up for one’s homeland — or in this case, home-world.

  “And I am pleased to report that there is a steady increase number of common-person Baby Boomers who have bought out and buying out of their generation’s pack of lies. Donald Trump would not have won the 2016 US presidential election had those same common-Boomers stuck with those lies.

  “And where does that leave you, the vanquished of Kannatika, who are stranded at least 50 billion light-years from your home? 50 billion light-years, people! Like I hinted at earlier, that distance is too far away from home for you to die.”

  “Upon our arrival in your Solar System,” Khraa/Astra continued, “both my enemy’s spaceship and mine spun out of control and were in danger of being burned up in the fires of entry into your planet’s atmosphere. As I attempted to regain control of my spacecraft, Mephistula dove down to try and ram my vessel. I took successful evasive action, but Mephistula created a tornado-like spacetime vortex over the American Midwest, dove straight into its eye and vanished back into time, where the monstrous daughter of Satan Mephistula eventually became Mallory Ignacia Stanton. Yes, became her.

  “And yes, Earthlings,” Khraa/Astra elaborated with breezy gusto, “with her clandestine backing and guidance, certain of your mortal men, and eventually, mortal women, made the most nefarious plans for a one-world technocratic fascist-communist dictatorship.

  “The real Mallory Ignacia Stanton was born as Mallory Ignacia Roddenberry, a human girl just like any other human girl, and raised to be a submissive prissy rich girl to serve a rich, doting yet in-charge husband.

  “But at an all-girls’ camp in Massachusetts during her early teen years,” Khraa/Astra spoke in informed reflection, “Mallory and another teenage girl went, as your people would say, ‘skinny-dipping’, where Mephistula had turned herself into a worm-sized sperm-like serpent that entered Mallory’s body through, let’s just put it delicately, her ‘sex-and-birthing organ.’ It then swam its way near a brain-ward artery, shrunk itself even smaller, bored an ultra-tiny hole in that artery, swam through it, speedily fused the hole shut and made her way to teenage Mallory’s brain.

  “Once inside her brain,” Khraa/Astra continued, “micro-serpentine Mephistula literally ate all of Mallory Roddenberry’s neural tissue before Mephistula-as-micro-serpent became the new brain and ruthless soul within Mallory’s body, thus killing the real Mallory Ignacia Roddenberry. And the rest of that satanized girl’s life is history.

  “And for centuries before she became Mallory, Mephistula either birthed or actually became some of the most tyrannical persons of all time. Or, by telepathic DNA insertion into the uteruses of certain Earthwomen, created t
he corrupt, wicked great and near-great of both sexes, all too numerous to mention, as well as being the grandmother of your so-called New World Order.

  “Since scores of unparalleled major crises forced all of your planet’s governments to stay in session over this summer, you will now witness, via the following montage of real-time images I shall show you, the extent to which Mephistula and her kind had taken over Earth” Khraa/Astra said to the world. “These video clips were taken using a technology called chronoscopy, with which we can peer back into time, even thousands of years into the past, and record good, clear video and audio of what happened in any given yesteryear. What you are about to see is footage of what happened one Earth-hour ago, before the skeletons of the infiltrators of many of your planet’s governors, like those of Mephistula, had turned to dust and were blown away on the winds of your world— even indoors.”

  The people of Earth witnessed a very disturbing montage of videos of skeletons of creatures that were part human and part bat, starting with a clip of the late sitting African-American US president, a man from Stanton’s party whose religious faith was always controversially in question, and was, in fact, one of Mephistula’s bat-people, but was now a mere bat-human skeleton.

  The next image was that of multi-billionaire Uri Spector, the prime financial backer the New World Order’s activities, who also became a pile of bat-humanoid bones that was hunched over his desk in his New York office.

  The next set of video clips featured images of the world’s various governmental legislatures, beginning with the House of Representatives of the United States, where half the politicians on each side of the American political aisle became bat-like humanoid skeletons, with the other half weeping, wailing and gnashing their teeth. The US senate was the next image to be shown, with the same phenomenon having happened and playing itself out with the same kind of intense grief.

  That image was followed by a clip of Canada’s House of Commons, where 90 percent of its Members of Parliament had died and become demonic bat-human hybrids, with its relatively few full-blooded human MPs bent over weeping, wailing and gnashing their teeth.

  The same parade of bat-humanlike leading persons and their weeping surviving real human cohorts continued with clips of Canada’s Senate, Britain’s House of Commons and House of Lords, as well as every other government assembly around the planet.

  The montage went on with a parade of countless clips that featured Hollywood producers, directors, writers, actors, singers, musicians and pro athletes — most of them having been satanic bat-people in service to Satan and Mephistula, and who had also died at the same time that Khraa/Astra killed Mephistula/Stanton. Next came an image of the bat-humanoid skeletal remains of African-American celebrity multi-billionairess Ophelia Maya Godfrey, alias “OMG”, the so-called “goddess of talk”, whose evil, bat-like/human bones bore mute testimony to her true nature.

  The next clip featured the bat-human bony remains of rap/hip-hop diva Phatima Chance. Millions of these “women’s” fans, especially female under-40 fans who lived for their often vulgar and hostile girl-power “entertainment” were in silent shock and, because of the parade of other previous high-ranking figures-turned-andromorphic bat-like piles of bones, believed what they saw.

  The video montage of bat-human skeletal remains switched back to footage of various soundstages where film and TV productions were being shot worldwide. Only a relative handful of human personnel, mostly technical “below-the-line” workers, were still alive and hunched over, crying themselves scores of rivers.

  The images taken with unearthly technology continued with footage of several worldwide stock market floors beginning with the NYSE. Each stock exchange fell silent with the bat-human bones of half the trading officials lying on the floors, and the humans that still survived at the stock exchanges hunched over in grieving tears. The only audible sound was the computerized machinery operating at these institutions.

  The final image in the montage was that of the United Nations General Assembly, in session to discuss yet another anti-Israel resolution, with two-thirds of the UN’s Gentile delegates present having died and become piles of bat-human bones seated at their desks. The real humans that remained were hunched over as they wept in shame and defeat. The bat-like demonic skeleton of the UN’s first female Secretary-General fell to the left side of the podium onto the floor and then shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

  As the whole world watched the parade of satanic skeletons in high places, millions were heartbroken and shocked into silent dismay and unspeakable terror after Khraa/Astra had dealt humankind a badly needed slap in its collective egotistical face.

  Khraa/Astra continued to address the world, “These gruesome images of the great and near-great New World Order devil-bat-people numbered roughly 66.6 million evil souls. It was a scenario straight out of your planet’s 1950s science fiction B-movie I Married a Monster from Outer Space. That was a B-film where aliens took human form and tried to take over the planet. And this time, the invaders were a coed lot.

  “These bat-winged biped monsters, born of Mephistula and her kind, have been the real masters of your world!” Khraa/Astra went on, with further bitterness only a person of wisdom could know. “They made Earth more of a world dominated by rigged elections, betrayal and assassinations of government officials, military leaders and politicians by their fellow governors and soldiers, mega-graft ad nauseum, often-planned warfare both between and within nations, world wars included. Mass exterminations by the most heinously covert means such as biological contamination of the air, soil and water, deliberately careless industrialism, pestilences introduced in various ways into your bodies, chemical trails spewed into the air by jet aircraft exhaust, often mixed in with the engines’ fuel as an additive that usually, though not always, boosted jet engine performance — that is how these monster-kings wrongly ruled you! But thankfully, just like at the end of the movie I just mentioned, real humankind has won. And, if you’ll pardon the pun, this time, you Earthlings have won with a little ‘help from above.’

  “And all that is on top of the rap sheet of those same dark globalist powers’ overwhelming efforts to deceive all of you into adopting vile, degradingly divisive and hatefully lethal identity politics that have taken the lives and sanities of you Earthpeople, as well as the use of mass ethnic and religious exterminations by corrupt, hate-driven governments. Survivors of Nazi Germany’s pogrom known as the Holocaust knew this all-too well.

  “Yes, Terrans…” Khraa/Astra sighed heavily with world-weariness before she went on heavyheartedly, “Those monsters were the kind of quasi-people that truly misgoverned your planet! That is how they gave you, the voting citizens in the democratic nations, a bitter disillusionment for a citizen-based system that when it is allowed to work with only nominal corruption, it actually works for all Earth’s nations.”

  “And for what?!” Mike continued his sermon among the stars. “In the name of a leader such as your Pot-Trudierre, who, like so many other wicked totalitarian rulers, makes inflated promises that create us-versus-them mentalities, only to bring their realms to abject ruin?!

  “Yes, star-beings, I realize there are many intelligent officers in your fleet who are specialists in astropolitics, and that you astropolitical specialists, like many on our planet, would point out that men like Donald Trump and Donovan Turnbull are political monsters. But men like these only stood up to help their country-people stop being the cowards of our planet and take back their nations!

  “And it is the freedom-hating, power-lusting globalists who are, in fact, the true haters of our times who have wanted (and still want) a less-safe world, despite their words and despite what they think they believe in. These fools are as naively suicidal as you Kannatikans are (although they won’t admit it.)

  “These haters on our Earth,” Mike continued, growing ever angrier, “were all-too easily duped, just as you who served Trudierre were duped. Many of you are like those oft-clueless generat
ions of Earthlings born after my countrymen first landed men on our planet’s Moon. These brain-dead walking tragedies were all-too easily deceived, misguided, completely mal-schooled, poorly raised, pseudo-parented and brainwashed, and thus made effeminately naïve by our planet’s timidly-misguided clergy, its globalist-controlled mass-media celebrities, the corporate conglomerates, and globalist political causes that have enslaved them. Oft-selfish business leaders who bilked the world out of what it had did their bad bit. Scientists who gave faulty, self-serving, biased conjectures as if they were hard facts also lent their helping talons to evil. Twisted activists and court judges abused their causes and benches of justice and twisted the laws of every land. And equally corrupt two-faced, duplicitous political leaders also did their nefarious deeds. All of these people willfully or unwittingly did all this in the service of Lucifraeon, better known to my people as Satan! And you, the invading Kannatikans, are just as bad!”

  “But while you were ensnared by Mephistula and the demonic beasts whose remains you just saw,” Khraa/Astra said, in even more heated anger, “you mere mortals were and are still no better! Upon my arrival on Earth, I made the mistake of taking it upon myself to absorb the entire Internet into my brain. And with my off-the-scale mental powers, I honestly believed I could handle such a mega-massive download of earth’s entire repository of cyberspace-based knowledge.

  “As a result, I had learned so much about your peoples that I wish I did not know. I had learned just how horrible your peoples are, the heinous wrongs you’ve done and keep on doing, and, according to various Biblical and pagan prophecies, that you humans will continue to do, and worse! Far, far worse! Intellectually, you all brush it off and put it down to the way humans are. But do any of you Earthlies stop and think how bad you Earthlings really have sunk as individuals?!”