Deadly Contact#2
The plague returns
2282
It's been sixteen years since the VBD plague hit two people. Sixteen years since the chrysalis. Now it begins again, Anubis and Merr broke up and never spoke again. Mount Baker's sight still scares every human or alien that approaches the mountain. It stands as a reminder that the human's species is a destructive species. Anubis became friends with Irisma Mir Oceanantaca, also a hybrid human that strangely just got into the area. It would seem this is what the Grey Council wanted Anubis to do—watch over another hybrid whom they also have great potential in. Irisma Mer loves to talk about his past and recalls the Drakh advancement, and the Drakh Biological War, but mostly the time when his life changed from a twenty year old adult growing up in a war ravaging era and being reborn in a eight years old body which is his, but not in the same time period. You probably never have heard of the Drakh Biological War, it also happened three years after my friend entered a painful state of isolation whom if you have forgotten was my closes friend, but now dearly departed Merr Casio. Those sixteen years of war were so rough for us that it almost claimed my life and the lives of friends you probably don't know of. They adapted their Drakh virus and turned it against Earth in the last assault the Drakh would ever attempt. President Johnston Ridge said "The people of planet Earth would not bend down to such a scum who threats planet Earth, or Earth Gov." Of course we could not stop all and those who did escape did so. They would attack Earth again, but when? President Johnston was so interested in Washington he did not want the Mount Baker incident happing again. So he said to his chairmen of chemical warfare that he wanted a chemical plant in the vicinity of the Toutle River Valley, near Sediment Dam. So with the right protection the job got underway. Irisma Mir never returned back to Earth because of the chemical plant in the Mount Saint Helens Toutle River Valley, but mostly because he was the last German ethnic alive in this known universe. President Johnston is upset on Irisma Mir's decision. On the Forth of July he would have newer problems to deal with as we are ushered into the age of bio-terrorism.
July 3rd 2282 A servant enters President Johnston's room. "President Johnston!"
President Johnston does not notice that the door is all ready cracked open. "Enter."
The servant looks out the open door, the entrance way to the hallway out of President Johnston's office. "Someone is here to talk to you Mr. President."
Johnston does not even look up. "Let him in."
A creature in a cape walks to the president, wearing a hood and a robe. "You President Johnston?"
President Johnston looks up from his papers and to gaze upon a creature that looks like death incarnated. "Yes, I don't think I have met your species before."
The alien raises his staff with a glass ball upon it and it glows as sound is transmitted to English. "We serve."
President Johnston lowers his pen to the documents before him and gazes upon the alien. "Serve new species?"
The alien slowly shakes his head, to Johnston it looks wavy, the air around the creature moves about him. "No."
"Old?"
The creature nods its head. "Yes. We want to join your Alliance."
President Johnston's worries melt away and joy comes upon him. He turns around opens his desk top and gets up to hand a data crystal to the alien. "Why that's good!"
The alien takes the crystal. "There's a price to pay."
President Johnston looks at the alien, this is unexpected! "What?" The alien pulls out a tool to cause a brief telepathic impulse, putting the alien in control of President.
As the alien looks at the President, he asks his question. "Where is your chemical lab?"
President Johnston states the name of the place like a zombie would say. "In the Skamania County?"
"Skamania?"
The creature releases the president from the telepathic hold, Johnston looks about wondering what has just happened, but sees the alien still there. "Yes," President is at first unsure why he said that. "What's your name for my references?"
The alien looks up at the president. "Sh-va-ca."
"Sh-va-ca?"
The alien nods. "Yes." The alien servant exits to leave. President Johnston is still unsure what the creature wanted.
Sh-va-ca programs his ship to return back to the mothership. As the ship locks on, a voice in alien comes over the radio. "Did you get the information chanticleer Sh-va-ca?"
Sh-va-ca presses the com button with his chubby thumb. "Yes."
The voice comes on again. "Where?"
Sh-va-ca presses his button again. "Skamania, Mount Saint Helens."
The voice comes on again an confirms Sh-va-ca with a job-well-done. "Good job chanticleer Sh-va-ca, you have done well!" The alien bows and leave their communication consoles. Nine light years further away is the Minbari War cruisers White Stars with a mess of 80+ Shadow and Vorlon vessels to remove the Drakh who have been cruising the galaxy. As Earth sits in the balance between order versus chaos in the vast of space, it is unprepared for the upcoming war.