by Ira Tabankin
A Novel
The Alien Whisperer
Book 1
1947-1959
First edition
Copyright in December 2019.
Ira J. Tabankin
Knoxville, TN 39720
Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my wife and true love.
Cover Design By
Graphic design by Matt Margolis.
Thanks:
I’d like to thank my beta readers, who helped me with their knowledge, comments, and encouragement. I’d like to thank Daryl Lapidus, D. Thompson, and Steve Shook, who edited and made this edition possible.
Note:
Please note this isn’t a politically correct novel. Please realize artistic license is used throughout this story. Any tense disparities are the author's view of the story as it's written.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A Note on Punctuation:
Much of this story is a conversation between people and when we speak, we don’t do so in the same manner as the written word. Pauses in the written word aren’t usually there when we talk to each other. As such, the punctuation used in conversations is written as people speak, not as it would be in a written paragraph.
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Prologue
For centuries men have looked to the sky and wondered, ‘Are we alone?’ Some ancient societies looked up and thought the stars were windows from heaven. Others thought they were gods watching us. And some said they were messengers from heaven. For years, flashing lights in the sky became the topic of stories, first in pulp fiction, comic books, and later on the large and small screens. In most of the movies, the aliens weren’t friendly. In the 1950s, the U.S. Air Force launched a program they called, “Project Blue Book” to investigate UFO sightings. After forty years, the final report said they could account for almost all of the sightings, almost but not all, and for some they couldn’t find a logical or natural explanation.
The first reported sighting of a UFO happened in 1440 BC. The occurrence of UFO sightings continued through human history and every society reported seeing them. The number of UFO occurrences always increased during periods of war and they appeared more often over military facilities. After the first use of nuclear weapons in the Second World War, the occurrence of UFO sightings over nuclear power plants and nuclear-powered ships/submarines increased.
What the Air Force hid from the public was Project Blue Book was a cover for the real UFO report which provided the answer to the question they already knew. UFOs were real. Not only were UFOs real, but an alien was working with DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, an agency of the U.S. Department of Defense responsible for the development of new technologies) and an Air Force general. The alien was also working with both America and Russia.
In mid-2019, thousands of people wanted to rush the secret U.S. Air Force Base in Nevada called Area 51. The plan turned out to be a Facebook scam, but still, hundreds showed up at the base. What the people didn’t know was the remains of a crashed alien ship was kept in one of the underground labs. A lab that had been built two hundred feet underground to keep it secret from prying eyes.
In the fall of 2018, U.S. Navy pilots flying the Navy’s most advanced fighters from the nuclear-powered carrier USS Nimitz recorded what they said were UFOs. This time they even recorded them. The Navy also allowed one of the recordings to be released and they allowed the pilots to speak to the press which angered those who knew the truth. As soon as the pilots went public, the Pentagon ordered them to stop talking, while the recordings and still shots were classified secret or top secret.
Let’s now assume a UFO did crash in Roswell New Mexico in 1947, and one of the alien crew survived saying he had a message for President Truman and Chairman Stalin. This is what that alien in his almost one hundred years on Earth accomplished.
Chapter 1
It had been a very hard battle, one he didn’t know if he’d survive. He’d fought off three of his enemy’s ships. He destroyed two of them, while one managed to mortally wound his ship. The pilot knew his ship was dying and there wasn’t anything he could do; his only option was to crash land on the planet below. He’d wondered if his enemy knew of his mission, and if that’s why they jumped his ship. He knew if they knew the real reason for his being on approach to the third planet, they would have done everything they could to kill him and destroy his ship before it could crash on the planet.
He knew they’d never stop until they not only killed him but every human he spoke with. They’d never allow the technology in his ship to fall into the human’s hands. Nor would they allow him to tell the humans what he knew.
His enemy had gone so far to stop him; they broke the truce and old agreement, both of which had survived unbroken for over two thousand years that covered their home system. With his ship spinning out of control, he aimed for a thick cloud that he prayed to the creator of all would hide his ejection in his life pod from his dying ship. He wondered how far down his enemies would follow his dying ship to stop it from falling into the hands of the humans. He asked his ship’s AI for a status update.
His AI responded, “Sir, the enemy lost track of us in the thick clouds, they have flown two quick orbits around the planet before leaving. I am currently tracking them on a heading that will take them past our home world and out of the system. They must believe they’ve killed you and mortally wounded me and the ship.”
The pilot slowly nodded and replied, “Show me a quick overview of the Earthlings of this period and what country will we be landing in.”
“Images have been transmitted directly to your implant. We will be landing in America. They speak English. I am downloading the current word list for this period’s English language. Please note these people do not speak the same language as those in the island nation of the United Kingdom. Do not confuse the two.”
He shook his head, Such a childish and backward race. Will they even agree to listen? Will I have to resort to violence which it appears is all they listen to in order t
o make them realize how close they are to being terminated? If they don’t change and agree to work together, they will perish when the enemy returns. They won’t return with three ships. They’ll return with over a hundred. Look how simple-minded they are and how they go about their business without realizing their time grows short. I’ve risked everything I have, my name, my partners, my status to bring them this warning. I accepted a suicide mission to save them, but will their egos allow them to work together in order to prepare for what’s coming?
Is it even possible to prepare them? They haven’t even reached the step in their development where they have IC circuits. They have crude rockets, but they are single-stage and unguided. They have elementary jet engines, but they are inefficient, and of very low thrust. They haven’t even broken the sound barrier yet. Speaking of inefficient, their transportation system wouldn’t even be considered a toy back home. I don’t know if they can be saved, I wonder why I accepted this mission. I accepted this mission, knowing I’m here until either I prepare them to defeat the enemy or they die, and I sneak out in my emergency ship. Until either happens, I can’t go home. I’ll be disgraced and I’ll become an outcast if I return before I complete my mission. It’s what I signed up for. Looking at them, I believe I made a serious mistake.
The pilot watched his ship spin out of control until it crashed and dug a third of itself into the firm ground. The pilot said a soft prayer for guidance as he stood in his slowly descending life pod.
My ship crashed below me and made a mess. It set some of the surrounding areas on fire. Damn it, I see one of their people coming. I had hoped I would have had more time to prepare myself before one of them came to investigate. I pray to the creator of all that he accepts what his eyes see, and he has the means I require to make contact with those I have to convince. I pray to the creator of all that he places the words in my mouth, which will make them understand. I pray he opens their eyes to see the truth. I pray these simple-minded humans don’t resort to violence before I’ll get a chance to speak.
William Brazel was the foreman on the J.B. Foster ranch, where the alien ship crashed. Brazel saw the bright light falling from the sky and it was coming closer and closer to the ranch. Just as the light touched the ground, he heard a loud explosion that rattled his teeth and almost knocked him off his feet. Many of the windows in the ranch house shattered. His first thought was a meteor had crashed and might have started a fire on the dry brush.
When he arrived at the crash site, he was stunned to see the remains of a large circular ship sitting on an angle in the ground. The ship looked like a giant saucer with an overturned cup, without its handle on top. There were burn marks on the side and top of the cup section. Parts of the strange object were glowing blue and yellow. When he got closer to the strange craft, he noticed there appeared to be battle damage on the main body. He knew what airplane battle damage looked like because he used to be an Army Air Force mechanic in the Second World War. He’d seen and repaired his share of battle damage on B17s.
Before approaching any closer to the craft, he looked around to see if there were any bodies. He saw debris scattered for half a mile around the crash site. Just looking at the debris he knew this craft wasn’t an American plane. He’d never seen anything like it and he prided himself of knowing about the new jet planes. He looked and didn’t see any air intakes for the jet engines. He didn’t see the ‘bars and star’ symbol of the US Army Air Force. He also didn’t see the large Red star used by the craft of the Soviet Union. He started thinking this craft didn’t come from around here. He walked around the crash site and noted there wasn’t much of anything he recognized as coming from a regular airplane. He was naturally curious, but he was beginning to get nervous about this crash.
He was about to bend down and look into a hole in the large section which was sticking out of the ground when he heard a soft hissing sound. He spun around, pulling his sidearm at first thinking a rattler snake was about to strike him. He looked and couldn’t find any snake. He stood still to listen and heard the hissing noise coming from above him.
He was shocked when he looked up and saw a silvery, glowing pod floating down from the dark sky towards him. The object was falling vertically and very slowly. He couldn’t see any wings or even an engine. He’d been around a few jet engines, so he knew from the sound and lack of the hot exhaust this wasn’t a jet.
He quickly jumped back out of the way of whatever was landing. He thought this might be some type of ejection pod. He’d read about these being thought of in new military jet planes that flew so high and fast a pilot couldn’t open the canopy and jump out if the plane got hit in a dog fight. He’d read about them in Popular Science a month ago when they ran a story about future jet fighters.
He was fixated at the almost silent hissing ship that was coming down near him. He wondered if this was another strange ship that was landing to look for survivors from the crashed saucer. He didn’t like anything about this crash, so he kept his sidearm at the ready just in case whoever exited the new craft wasn’t friendly. He’d read in the pulps about aliens coming to conquer the Earth. He now wondered if this was part of one of those invasions. He felt drops of cold perspiration roll down his sides from his armpits. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, and his shirt began to stick to his dampening back.
The strange glowing pod slowly landed a few feet away from him. Brazel felt the hair on his head and arms stand up as the pod floated down and stabilized on unfolded six spider looking legs. He stood in shock when the side of the pod began disappearing, and a bright orange light flooded from the opening. A moment later he saw a large shadow in the doorway and he heard, “Please remain calm, I mean you no harm. Please do not use your weapon, I do not want to harm you. May I exit my life pod and join you?”
“Who are you? Where are you from? What do you want here? I have a weapon. Don’t try anything funny.”
“Please remain calm. I think the best response I can give you is, I am not of your planet. I am what you call an alien. I lived on another planet. The debris you were looking at is the remains of my ship, which crashed here after I lost a battle in orbit above your planet.”
“Huh? What kind of crap are you throwing around? There’s no such thing as people living on other worlds. I don’t understand what you mean you were in a battle in orbit, what does that mean? How the hell did you get above our planet and who were you fighting? The war has been over for two years. What kind of airplane were you flying? You know if that’s your plane which crashed on the ranch, you’re going to have to pay to have this mess cleaned up. The boss ain’t going to pay. He’s going to be downright angry you crashed on his ranch. You don’t want to see him when he’s in a bad mood.”
“I am going to exit my pod. Please put your weapon down. As I stated I really don’t want to harm you. I believe that when you see me, you’ll realize there is life in space.”
“Huh? There ain’t no life out there. The good lord made us in his image. If you’re different from us, then the good book must be wrong, and it ain’t never wrong. If you’re wearing some kind of costume, take it off because I don’t have much of a sense of humor, it’s getting late, and I ain’t got time for any games. I’ve got to put these damned fires out your crash caused. Now come out of there and tell me who the heck you really are, where you are from, and what kind of ship is that.”
“I understand your concern. Here I come, please don’t touch your weapon, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
A tall, thin, very light orange-skinned being stepped out of the life pod. He stood 7 feet tall, and his arms came down to his knees. He had six long fingers. Each hand had two thumbs. He wore something that resembled chain mesh, only it covered all of his body and shimmered and glowed different colors. His face was thin and very elongated. He had two large, very bright eyes that appeared to glow in the darkness. His ears were small for the size of his head, and he had no hair on his spiked head, but he had a small row of five
spikes in the middle of his head. His nose was strange in that it had three large nostrils, and when he talked, he didn’t open his mouth very much, it seemed like the words were coming from somewhere other than his mouth. When Brazel looked down, he noticed the being in front of him had large feet and there appeared to be spikes in the back of the boots or his feet, Brazel wasn’t sure which. The being spoke English without any accent, which confused Brazel.
“Hello William, may I call you by your given name?” The strange being held his hands up to show he wasn’t holding a weapon.
Brazel dropped the cigar which had been hanging from the right side of his mouth. He didn’t believe his eyes. “Stop! You’re a God Damned demon! You’ve come from Hell to take my soul. I’m not going to give it up without a fight. The good book says the righteous can fight evil and win. Well I’m about to show you, you picked the wrong place to look for souls. We’re all good God-fearing people on this ranch. Brazel’s hand began to raise his sidearm, which had been at his side.
“William, please remain calm. Please do not aim your weapon at me. I am not, let me repeat that I am NOT a demon. I’m not here to steal yours or anyone else’s soul. I come from out there.” The alien pointed to a bright star hanging low in the dark sky. My home orbits that star, I could tell you its name, but you wouldn’t understand it since you can’t speak my language.