June 18, 2018
The announcement was made. The Space Force was underway. He would now have an umbrella to house this nation’s space faring offensive. The Space Force will keep the world safe, of course.
Orangeskull knew too much. Prior to taking office, he would have never imagined that alien life not only exists, but that said life is repeatedly visiting his world and showing off their supposedly superior technology.
He took to Twitter and relieved himself with a few posts about Space Force and how amazing it will be to finally be protecting Earth from outside forces. The people of his country would realize how much he had done when the time finally came.
He had released the footage of the aliens buzzing and toying with Air Force craft back in March of 2017. The fake news stations just back-burnered the proof to point fingers at him and try to make his ban on Muslims look like a bad thing. It was proof of alien life, how did that not sway people away from his ban‽ There is more at stake than the whining of some Muslim crybabies.
A knock at the door startled the president. “Come in,” He announced, while kicking the can of Diet Coke he just dropped under his desk and began using some of the papers from his desk to wipe up the bit of soda that landed there.
“Good morning Mr. President,” Kelly said as she walked into the oval office.
“Of course it is. I just announced a new department of the military. Look at the likes and comments on my Twitter account, it is going viral,” The president replied to the casual greeting.
“Yes I saw Mr. President congratulations sir,” Kelly fed the man’s enormous ego.
Orangeskull tapped his Coke button repeatedly while throwing the soiled papers into the trash by his desk.
“Now that the announcement has been put out about the new military branch, we should to go over the script on how it is going to be created, handled, who is going to be the head of the branch, there’s just a lot to go over sir,”
A young man walked into the room without knocking, bringing in a fresh can of Diet Coke. When the man reached the desk, he set down the Coke and a wet wipe for the president to sanitize the can before its consumption.
“Will that be all sir?” The boy asked.
“Is my lunch ready yet?” The president asked.
“No sir, they are picking it up now, would you like me to bring it to you once it has arrived?”
“No, I want you to take it to Pence. Yes, I want you to bring it to me when it arrives, what else would I want you to do with it. Get out,”
After the boy leaves the room Kelly asks, “Would you like me to get you a new assistant?”
“Sure, that kid is an asshole,” Orangeskull declared.
“As good as done. Now, what would you like me to say during the press conference this afternoon?” She asked while text messaging the HR department to inform them of the assistant's dismissal and to get one of the other assistants in the White House to take over his role until they are able to hire someone directly for it. She made sure to add not to send up a female assistant, women are just too much of a possible liability.
“Tell them that there are bad guys who go into space, so we need good guys to take them on,” He said simply.
“I can work with that; threats from above and we are simply anticipating those threats with a new military branch dedicated to space defense. I’ll have my assistant work on the announcement and I will have a press release this afternoon,” Kelly confidently repeated in more complex language.
As the woman walked to the door to exit, the assistant who delivered the Coke was now bringing in a large bag of McDonalds food. She reached out and took the bag from him with a smile. “I’ll take that, we need you to head over to human resources to sign a few pages.” She instructed delivering the bag to Orangeskull as the boy walked away with a perplexed look on his face.
When Kelly walked from the office Orangeskull started on eating his Big Mac with cheese, extra ketchup, no onions, and fresh lettuce. He instructs them to open a new bag of lettuce for his meal. Fox and Friends were on and he was focusing on their words to boost his day while devouring his meal. Kilmeade was doing his job, telling people that Obama started the child separation policy, Doocy on the other hand is inching too close to disagreement to Orangeskull’s liking. His friends all need to be on the same page.
Orangeskull picked up his smartphone and started a text to send to Doocy.
Obama adminisation strted the kid separation ting it was Obma
you need to point that out
We are only dong what was policee
Orangeskull sent the messages in a rapid three text burst. He then stared at the TV waiting for Steve to check his phone. He counts the seconds.
When Steve finally does check the phone, he does so in a stealthy manner, pulling it from his pocket just enough to read the text. The Fox family member took a few seconds to read the text. Likely attempting to translate the misspelled words and broken grammar, though Orangeskull believes it is the man reacting in a kind of fear of the president.
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Doocy begins agreeing or at least not fighting the statements of the other hosts. Happy with the development, Orangeskull allows himself to channel surf for a little while and return to his operatives later. Skipping through the channels he continues the search for something that would please him.
He knew. He alone truly knew that what he was doing was keeping his people safe. He knew that in his heart. After reading into the files about aliens buzzing around and watching them, he needs to keep the aliens from coming through the borders. He needed to keep America safe.
He has many talks with Kim and Vlad about keeping alert with who is coming into their borders. They have been sharing their own stories about extraterrestrial craft, encounters, contact and everything else. They have been open and honest about everything, he truly believes.
They were all tightening up their countries borders and making moves to gain resources and territory. Whenever the aliens finally invade, they need everyone to be united and uniform in their counter attack, if the defense fails.
He was told this by Vlad and he sees wisdom in the words.
He was told that his government was going to be in charge of uniting all of the Americas. It was his country’s duty to the world. They needed to be united and the only way that can happen is if he has a good cause to invade the smaller nations. It was part of a party line agenda, he had been told.
He saw wisdom in the path.
Their pact was not yet official, both Kim and Vlad told him separately. It couldn’t be until their plans have begun. They can’t afford for the alliance to come under attack by the alien threat before they were prepared. They have to assume that the aliens are monitoring places of power, so they need to be as discreet as possible.
Orangeskull saw wisdom in the plan.
After the two men got on his team, he finally felt like he was making some kind of progress in his presidency, in his legacy. He will be known as one of the key figures that brought the world united together against a common foe and under a single unifying voice. He would be that voice, Kim and Vlad had both told him. It had come to his mind to be suspicious of his partners, but they seem like they are sincere with him, and he is a very good judge of character after all. They can see he is the clear choice. After all, he was the leader of the greatest nation on the planet.
Besides, when the dust settled, there would likely only be him left anyway. The world will need a leader and he will be that leader.
Orangeskull believes this is the truth.
He believes he is a posterboy for self-actualization. He had built himself up from nothing, people see that. They see that he struggled to get his massive wealth. When it comes to turning his beliefs into reality, he was the king.
Station Sol 6: Far Jupiter Orbit
The G’har have been monitoring the human race for decades. The G’har aren’t the only extraterrestrials on the planet doing so, but they are the ones with the greatest investment in the planet and the solar system in which it resides, the Sol system. There are great deposits of wealth in this system, most of it outside of planet Earth. However, per their government regulations, the native populace of a system has all rights to any celestial bodies within the system that they have touched in some way. This made the claims on Earth outside of the G’har Consortium, but worse, it eliminated several of the other bodies as well. Each time the humans send a satellite to another planet, each rover, each little probe becomes a greater risk to the mineral rights in this system, possibly putting those minerals outside of the G’har reach.
The Consortium has honored his employer’s rights to the gas giants of the system, and the mining of those resources has been extremely profitable, but with the humans building up their ability to explore their system and plant their rights to each body, even without their knowing that they are disturbing the projects of his company, is problematic. This is why the company had sent him out here to reassess the rights of the claims that the company has invested in. He will have to judge the risk of human interference and explore the records and reports of their agents planetside.
“Agents on Earth are engineered clones.” He read. “Wonderful.” He said to the empty room.
Each of the agents look human, for the most part. They have the imprinted data and memories that the consortium requires all clones have inserted in their minds, but overall they are neither human or g’har. They are tools, nothing more. He read the list of names and the relevant data for each. Some are embedded in the governments of the planet, others are put into ranks of the planet’s wealthy and elite. Each agent has the same objective, to make humanity welcoming to the G’har Consortium.
The means to that welcome varied between cells of the agents. The ones in China and North America are focusing on a greenhouse gas toxicity and forcing the natives to come to the newly introduced G’har to help them rebalance their planet’s climate. This seems to be the current prevailing tactic. If the consortium government ever saw these records and plans, they would likely be fined severely.
The clones alone would likely force them to close down one of the branch companies under the parent umbrella. That would lead to a major downclick in stock prices alone. He shakes his head and massages the bridge of his nasal slits.
“I’m going to need an environmental suit to do any one on one interviews. Son of a bitch. I hate having to wear those fucking things,” He said and tossed the file back onto his desk.
His people are amphibious in nature and as such he is used to a much different kind of atmosphere. The air of Earth is too dry for his people to stand for long. The g‘har are also used to a greater temperature than the planet has in most areas, making Earth inhospitable to them to say the least.
“Computer,” He called out.
“Yes, Inquisitor Hynn,” The computer replied.
“Search the records for any protocol that would justify making these agents report to me off planet so I don’t have to go there myself,” Hynn instructed his personal attache AI.
“Records show that protocol Siknat 12–80.7 allows an Inquisitor to recall clone agents in the event of likely agent termination if the Inquisitor is seen with them in person. However, this protocol has several notes on the events and environment of those incidents and they are more extreme than the factors you have currently set. These incidents have substantial financial impact and therefore the risk was worth the reward in the eyes of the board that had written the protocol. Would you like me to continue my search?” The attache reported.
“Are there protocols that would allow me to send an assistant for the questioning and debriefing?” Hynn asks the AI.
“Yes. In the event that a junior agent is used, the questioning would require the Inquisitor to have a full video presence with the junior while questioning takes place. Would you like me to elaborate?” The attache continued to report.
“No. That’s not necessary. Please inform Illian to depart within the hour. I want her to check in on the key figures of the greenhouse tactic cells and get a complete report on their progress and what they expect their timeline to be. I also want her to inspect the clones for any evidence of reprogramming, disloyalty, or corruption, if she discovers any such, she is to bring that clone to me immediately, under the guise of a debriefing but only in so long as the guise maintains the clone’s cooperation, if there is resistance, execution is authorized,” Hynn instructed.
“As you instruct the Inquisitor.” The attache acknowledged.