The Diego Diaries: Halloween! (dd6 511)
-0-Later that afternoon
They gathered to discuss three growing problems, the Whites, the aggressive aliens such as the Grays and the problems that were growing with Razorclaw. All of the senior Autobots were there along with Morshower and Fulton who were on world doing the monthly update and slag fest with the N.E.S.T garrison. Will Lennox was there along with Niall Graham as well, all of them sitting together on the couches provided.
"So," Prowl said as he looked at the agenda, "we need to think about the slag that's piling up and needs addressed. This is information secret above secret, gentlemen," he said as he glanced at the humans.
:No problem, Prowl. Does any of this directly affect Earth?: Morshower asked as Charlotte Mearing and Seymour Simmons walked across the table to join them.
:Sorry. We had a conference call with Interpol: Mearing said as she sat and pulled out her datapad.
Simmons sat and nodded. :Evil never sleeps:
Prowl smirked slightly. "I don't know … Ratchet doesn't have that problem."
Huge laughter.
"Maybe, General, it does pertain to Earth. We need to discuss the White Aliens first. Right now, we would like what you know first, Ms Mearing," Prowl said.
Mearing considered that, then nodded. :We've had them on Earth for eons … centuries. They were supposed to be from Venus, then the Pleiades. They're called the Tall Whites or the Space Brothers. They're supposed to be here to help us and appear to be cast as angelic beings in some religions or ancient civilizations. The Hopi Indians believe them to be the True White Brothers who signal the end of the Fourth Age. They're supposed to be benevolent but have factions that have strayed and aligned to malevolent entities. They call that group the Vril Society.
:They say that they're usually human sized, 5-7 feet, the ones who are physically seen by humans and can pass as us, so closely do they appear like us. They're considered the most human-like alien known, I was told. That means they know about others but my contacts don't know who. It could be the reptilians and the grays. They wear contacts because they have no irises to pass as us and they can. They go everywhere they want to go. They don't appear to have a sense of smell and they're said to be fourth and fifth dimensional beings at least, whatever that means.
:Their ships are either round or cylindrical and they're said to just be observers. They say they have little to do with abductions and when they do its with a sense of well being and a message of concern for us who they view as lesser versions evolutionarily of themselves.
:They apparently were in contact with our president in the 1950's, Dwight Eisenhower. They wanted the Americans to disarm their nuclear program and they would give tech in exchange. They feared the use of arms like that in humans hands because they think we're too underdeveloped to have it, a not unlikely conclusion overall. No treaty or agreement was reached.
:Apparently, Eisenhower entered a treaty with the Greys. The USA could keep their nukes and get tech from the Greys. In exchange, we'd allow the Greys to abduct and experiment on us without interference. Fuck that: she said as she glanced up. It was echoed by nods from everyone there. She continued. :Apparently, the experience most have with the Whites in the past was that they cared about us, cared about the planet and considered us a closely related species. They care about us and our destructive ways and seek our greatest good. The upshot is they never did anything but try to help and keep us upright:
It was silent, then Prime leaned back in his chair. "Consider this. We see that there is a breakaway faction among them, the Vril Society. What if that is the group we are dealing with and the rest of them are the peaceful spiritual beings that are being portrayed by those who meet them?"
"It would be a reasonable thing given the way the group at Nellis acts toward others," Prowl said.
:Those that have met with the Whites who are peaceful and spiritual all say the same thing. We could be dealing with two different groups of the same species: Mearing agreed.
:Then which ones maintain the different way stations and outposts and which ones own the home world that we're trying to find? And if they really are two different groups of the same species, are there really two different home worlds … the original all of them come from and the one the Vril Society uses for their faction?: Simmons said.
"You do realize that being fourth and fifth dimensional beings that they don't have to exist here in this one. They could be coming here from another dimensional plane," Prowl said as Prime nodded.
:What does that mean, Prime?: Morshower asked. :Small words for us please:
Prime grinned. "All things everywhere no matter how large or small, no matter whether they appear sentient or not have an energetic signature and consciousness. Even rocks and inanimate objects, though their self awareness and vibration is slow. Their spirits and molecules vibrate at a level that maintains them. You are third dimensional beings, all humans and this universe. You only experience what you can smell, taste, see, hear and feel. That is what your dimension allows. Those who vibrate at a higher level can do more and have more of what you might call abilities. They can speak together telepathically, manifest things with their mind, fly, teleport, move through objects … there are more attributes but you get the idea. Fourth and fifth dimensional beings can do almost all of the aforementioned things. Teleportation and moving through things might take a higher vibration but some can do so."
It was silent a moment. Then Mearing leaned slightly forward. :You're saying that these Tall Whites can do all of this because their vibration is higher?"
The bots nodded.
:Then why the ships?: Mearing asked.
"Because not all possibilities are available to such a low vibration," Prowl said. "They're only one or two dimensions ahead of you. Consider the titans here. They have the ability to move between dimensions because they are very, very elevated beings, perhaps even tenth or eleventh dimensional. Much more so than the rest of us who operate at a special sort of fourth and fifth dimensional phase."
Lennox smirked. :They're just that much more house trained than us?:
Prowl smirked. "Yes."
HUGE laughter.
"This changes things, Ms Mearing. We may have two groups of the same individuals operating at odds with different goals in mind. We have to change our slant on this," Prime said. "Give this to Jazz and Elita. They can work it. Now that we have this potential pathway, we need to follow it to the end."
Prowl noted that. "I'll meet with them later tonight if they get back fast enough. They're on Cybertron at the moment tracking a black market in antiques."
Prime nodded. "What is next?"
"The Greys. Both of them," Prowl said consulting his datapad. "Both tall and small."
Everyone looked at Charlotte and Seymour. She tapped her datapad, then found the data she had been working on for some time after being tipped off by her sources for the White information. :Small grays are the ones most commonly known. They're small, under three feet usually, have a large head and long arms. Their legs are short, their eyes large and their intentions unknown though many are the tales of them doing harm to humans. They have no outward facial features such as ears and nose, they have no hair and their bodies are rather featureless as well. They have no apparent genitalia nor do they seem to exhibit many expressive features with their faces.
:They've been called Zeta Reticulians but mostly are known as grays. The taller ones, those that are as tall as the normal human at over five to six feet are less well known. The little ones have been known on Earth as long ago as the late 1800's and have been prominent since the crash in the mid 20th century in Roswell, New Mexico in America. They were supposedly discovered, their tech recovered, explored and many advances for us developed from it.
:It was also noted that they showed up along with a lot of other alien types when the atomic bombs were developed and used. Apparently, a lot of aliens were able to detect that about us and came to see. Apparently, the universal reaction was surprise that we had the tech and deep fear that we had the tech. From then, the sighting reports are world wide and pretty much the same. Saucer shaped ships land, take people for experimentation and so forth. The number and types of humans claiming this are as varied and world wide as can be possible. The tall ones are known to be very dangerous and are less noted in the record beyond that. The small ones are fucked up and I don't like them: Charlotte said as she looked up at Prime.
:The Reptilians are a conspiracy theorist's wet dream. They even say that the Queen of England has reptilian heritage and that they control the world yada yada with the Illuminati. You have to take a shovel with you to wade into that hot bed of theories and ideas. Apparently, the Queen is a shape shifting blood drinking reptilian. They wear human suits and rule the world. They appear to come from the constellation of Draco:
"The dragon," Prowl mused. "They might have come here enough that humans have vague and slightly fanciful memories of them."
:Shape shifting. Blood drinking. Really?: Charlotte asked with a smirk.
Prowl stared at her, then shifted into pretender gear. A handsome dark haired man sat in the space he occupied, his features even so indicative of Prowl. He was as tall as he was in his real format but he was in every way possible a handsome normal appearing human male. "I've long ago given up mocking the possibilities, Ms Mearing. I've seen things that would challenge your continued sanity." He shifted back.
"Deathbringer," Raptor said. "Klaxa."
"Any of them," Blackjack said with a nod.
"How about the cloud people of the Scythian Nebula area. Did you ever see them?" Raptor asked as a few nodded. He looked at Mearing. "There's a planet where the indigenous life force are clouds. You would think that's okay but if you look at them, you go mad. They're so ugly that you can't contain it."
:How can a cloud be ugly?: John Fulton asked.
"You see them as clouds with your optics but your processor sees them as they really are. They form as clouds to hide so that when anyone comes they can catch them like spiders do. They enclose and slowly digest you. They can even digest us. They take you apart molecule by molecule, slowly and painfully absorbing every one separately. They don't get a chance to eat often so they adapted to make their victims last as long as possible. The trouble for the captive is, the cloud that's a mask hides what they really are … airborne fraggers of the most appalling ugliness. You have to be enwrapped in that as you slowly and painfully die. It can take years. They don't have to feed often because of it. All their worlds are heavily marker buoyed to protect travelers. You can see buoy makers from dozens of civilizations and species when you pass a world with them. They get around by attaching to passing ships that come through their atmosphere."
:How do you kill them?: Lennox asked appalled.
"You can't," Raptor said with a grin. "Hence, the buoys."
It was quiet a moment, then Mearing shifted uncomfortably. :How far away are these fuckers?:
"Far," Blackjack said with a grin. "As far as I know. I haven't checked any of the ships lately for hitchhikers. Have you?" he asked his father.
Raptor grinned. "Nope."
The bots grinned a moment then Lennox leaned forward. :May I ask who Deathbringer and Klaxa are? I do remember hearing those names before:
"Do you really wanna?" Raptor asked.
:Sure. Hit me: Niall Graham asked with a grin.
"They're the Reapers. A whole passel of the ugliest aliens ever. There's seven of them. Deathbringer is their leader. They hate war and want to end it all over the universe," Raptor said.
:What's wrong with that?: John Fulton asked. :Though I'm sure there's a lot wrong with it. Right?: he asked with a grin.
Raptor chuckled. "You got that right. The Reapers want to end war everywhere by destroying warrior societies, wars in progress and anything that might likely cause a war or is being contested. They're too often the last thing anyone ever sees. If they saw a planet someone might like enough to fight about it, they decimated it until there wasn't anything there that anyone could want. They did that even when no one was there to want it yet. Anticipation, don't you know. They ended wars by ending worlds. That's Our Reapers."
"There was Deathbringer who is a sick fragger, Klaxa who is one as well ... uh ... a hooded one channels energy and is tight with the group … all of the group is very close … the whirly one can spin and cut you to pieces … that one is bad news. Then there's the tank one who's a weapon of mass destruction like nuclear bombs are and was created thusly. The invertebrate one … that ugly slagger … he's like a jelly fish. He can project energy of a density that I've never seen anywhere else. It can make a bot explode internally. Ravenous was infected by a berserker virus and joined them. He's beyond. Just beyond. Klaxa breathes fire. None of them were normal or even close because they were built to end worlds and he can fly. Deathbringer is a bio-mech and he can function in any kind of environment known. All of them were designed to be weapons of mass destruction. That was their only purpose until finding each other and fixating on this 'peace crusade'," Ironhide said as he thought back about this, a living nightmare to everyone everywhere.
"They were so bad that they offered Sixshot a chance to join them. Twice. Fragger didn't," Blackjack said. "I always wondered why."
Everyone nodded solemnly. They were enjoying the humans watched like in a tennis contest glancing with appalled fascination from one bot to the other.
:Who's Sixshot?: Seymour asked.
Blackjack grinned. "He's a mech who took three full body blows from Metroplex's fist in root mode. Metroplex punched him straight into the ground in his half mile size mech format flattening him paper thin but the slagger rejuvenated himself anyway."
"He's a phase six mechanism like Black Shadow, one of about 40 or so created for Megatron to be world destroyers. He's probably the toughest, smartest and most dangerous one of them all. He's a six changer. He can change from root mode to tank, beast mode, car, gun and jet. He's got weird ethics but he's a total psycho. He's a 'solo armed assault mechanism' by designated format and his only function is to destroy everything that he's told to destroy, though he only works with those he respects. He respects Megatron. Mostly," Raptor said. "Fragger can take down an army like a combiner. In fact, he's the equivalent to a combiner all by himself."
:What a nightmare: Seymour said.
"His son isn't. He's got a great son," Raptor said. He glanced at Prowl. "Last I remember, Quickswitch was an Autobot soldier and a bit on the mercurial side."
Prowl nodded. "He is."
Raptor glanced at Seymour. "Of course, if your daddy was a six changing homicidal maniac who gives slaggers like the Reapers tinglies you'd have daddy issues, too."
Seymour stared silently at Raptor. Mearing on the other hand grinned.
:Shall I say, 'All hail, Optimus Prime?': Glenn Morshower said.
They all did.
:Did any of you ever meet up with them?: Niall Graham asked.
All of them nodded.
There was a respectful but shocked silence, then Prowl looked at his datapad with a big grin. "Can we give the Grays to Jazz and Elita?" he asked Prime.
"I would. What is next?" Prime asked with the faintest trace of a grin of his own.
"The problem of Razorclaw," Prowl said.
Raptor relaxed. "Ah yes, the problem of Old Bastard himself … did I ever tell you of the five times I faced off by myself with Predaking?"
He would. Everyone would hail Raptor, too.
-0-TBC 11-1-18 edited 11-3-18
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firebird234 chapter 510 . 5h ago
Love the story.
Wow today The Diego Diaries has been running for 8 years that's 3,176 chapters.
ME!: Thank you, darling. EIGHT YEARS! BWAHAHAHAHA! I remember starting it on October 16, 2010 and hoping I could write a story about robots. It took me until November 2 to figure out how to load it and there was one review a day or so later. LOL! It was such a good moment. Here are some more stats:
word count: 7,905,431
the segment count: 3,176
years in construction: 8
satisfaction for writer: priceless ;)
I am editing this thing and have about 5-600 pieces done which I will replace this weekend. I am also finding duplicates and if I can't get the original from earlier downloads of the whole thing, I will rewrite and replace them.
HUGS!
Guest chapter 509 . 5h ago
If memory serves me right, Slacker was also in the shipping business. Would he know of Crader and his doings, or is he too low caste? It will be interesting to see if the Pantheon steps up, seems they are coming quite often nowadays.
Slacker would be a good one. Given that Crader ruled his own kingdom, it might be that he knows what everyone else knew and little more. I will think about him. He and his girl are becoming a bit sweet on each other by the way. :D The Pantheon are working on it but They might wait a moment or two just in case. They are becoming active. As the war criminals come, the need to have special circumstances rises. HUGS!