Title: What could it be?
Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author
EMail Address: EvilAuthor@aol.com
Archive: Anywhere and everywhere. Just tell me if you do.
Spoilers: Anything goes.
Summary: A man in the know reflects on the world at large.
Disclaimer: I only own this story. Everything else belongs to their
respective owners
Somewhere, 1135pm
In a darkened, windowless office, a nameless man was catching up on
his paperwork. His office was dark and windowless because it foiled
certain eavesdropping technologies. He was nameless because he had
long since stopped telling anyone what it was. And he was doing
paperwork because even shadowy world conspiracies needed to keep
track of what was really going on.
There was a truism that the only constants in the universe were
death and taxes. The man didn't believe it. Being a shadow government
type allowed him to avoid paying the latter; he didn't officially
exist. And he had been avoiding the former by avoiding any long-lived
loonies with swords for the past eighty or ninety years.
But paperwork was impossible to get away from.
Most of these were reports on the activities of aliens or alien
related projects. A man in his position simply had to know what
Earth's otherworldly visitors were up to.
There was George Fox's alien for instance. Although masquerading as
photojournalist Paul Forrester, the alien was relatively harmless
whatever Fox believed. What little technology Forrester displayed
seemed to be far more advanced than anything anybody else had. While
it was tempting to try to capture such technology, other aliens had
higher priority.
Then there were the so called Asgard. The face they presented to
Stargate Command pictured them as benevolent guardians. But given the
abductions and experiments they did in secret, the conspiracy had a
darker picture of them. Either the Asgard were being twofaced or were
factionalized to the point of "left hand doesn't know what the right
hand is doing". In the man's experience, it was probably the latter.
On the plus side, some gains have been made. Project Backstep was
derived from alien technology. The Mothren were gone. The Tenctonese
were integrating with human society nicely; some of them even were
even useful in researching other aliens' technology.
The man picked up a report on his favorite pair of FBI agents. Now
these two seemed to run into more types of aliens than anyone else.
Despite their uninvited poking into Consortium business, they did
perform a valuable service: bait.
Looking at the vast array of alien incursions, the man wondered what
made Earth so attractive. Was there something here that they all
considered valuable? Something worth fighting over?
Taking a long drag on his cigarette, the man indulged himself and
speculated. What would such a thing be?
Sunnydale CA, 1202am
"My God," Giles whispered, "it's grown."
As he, his Slayers, and slayerettes watched, the first demon rose
from the opened Hellmouth.
Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author
EMail Address: EvilAuthor@aol.com
Archive: Anywhere and everywhere. Just tell me if you do.
Spoilers: Anything goes.
Summary: A man in the know reflects on the world at large.
Disclaimer: I only own this story. Everything else belongs to their
respective owners
Somewhere, 1135pm
In a darkened, windowless office, a nameless man was catching up on
his paperwork. His office was dark and windowless because it foiled
certain eavesdropping technologies. He was nameless because he had
long since stopped telling anyone what it was. And he was doing
paperwork because even shadowy world conspiracies needed to keep
track of what was really going on.
There was a truism that the only constants in the universe were
death and taxes. The man didn't believe it. Being a shadow government
type allowed him to avoid paying the latter; he didn't officially
exist. And he had been avoiding the former by avoiding any long-lived
loonies with swords for the past eighty or ninety years.
But paperwork was impossible to get away from.
Most of these were reports on the activities of aliens or alien
related projects. A man in his position simply had to know what
Earth's otherworldly visitors were up to.
There was George Fox's alien for instance. Although masquerading as
photojournalist Paul Forrester, the alien was relatively harmless
whatever Fox believed. What little technology Forrester displayed
seemed to be far more advanced than anything anybody else had. While
it was tempting to try to capture such technology, other aliens had
higher priority.
Then there were the so called Asgard. The face they presented to
Stargate Command pictured them as benevolent guardians. But given the
abductions and experiments they did in secret, the conspiracy had a
darker picture of them. Either the Asgard were being twofaced or were
factionalized to the point of "left hand doesn't know what the right
hand is doing". In the man's experience, it was probably the latter.
On the plus side, some gains have been made. Project Backstep was
derived from alien technology. The Mothren were gone. The Tenctonese
were integrating with human society nicely; some of them even were
even useful in researching other aliens' technology.
The man picked up a report on his favorite pair of FBI agents. Now
these two seemed to run into more types of aliens than anyone else.
Despite their uninvited poking into Consortium business, they did
perform a valuable service: bait.
Looking at the vast array of alien incursions, the man wondered what
made Earth so attractive. Was there something here that they all
considered valuable? Something worth fighting over?
Taking a long drag on his cigarette, the man indulged himself and
speculated. What would such a thing be?
Sunnydale CA, 1202am
"My God," Giles whispered, "it's grown."
As he, his Slayers, and slayerettes watched, the first demon rose
from the opened Hellmouth.