Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Note: End of Book I - This does some setup for the next Book (II). Two different characters mentioned - 1 name. Not intended to confuse, but it might. REvised from the original - A short chapter, but a lot longer than the original.

Updated: 8/21/2013 - Removed a scene set in Lima due to a continuity error. It'll be back in a future chapter.

Word Count: 1,681 (Book I Complete: 18 of 18)

"I want one," the President said, as they watched a broadcast of the alien craft landing at Camp David. Wingless, it seemed to float in the air like a bubble as it gracefully came to a halt on the helipad.

"Congress won't want to pay for it," his Chief of Staff said.

"Who said anything about paying for it?" the President asked.

"Yo can't just take it," his Chief of Staff said.

"They'll give us one," the President said. "We know something they don't want anyone to know."

"Which is?"

"Who they really are," he said. "And where they come from."

"Aliens," one of his science advisors said. "They come from some place not here."

"You'll see," the President said. "Shall we?" he gestured to the door that led to the conference room.

"He's not going to tell us, is he," the science advisor said to the National Security Advisor in a low voice.

"No," he said, with a grimace. "The aliens, whomever they are, were actually very clever when they picked their mouthpieces, but not clever enough."

"You know what he was talking about?" the advisor asked.

"Yes," he said as the door closed behind them.

"All set?" Brittany asked Rachel. "Remember, we have something they want. The power is all ours."

"Right. We have Santana and Quinn," Rachel said, rubbing her hands together nervously. "They just have enough weapons to wipe Yucatan off the map."

"Yes! Exactly," Brittany said, giving her a hug. "Two bitchy ex-cheerleaders with more firepower than the rest of the planet combined. They can't beat us."

"Right. What was I thinking," Rachel said, nodding her head.

"No matter what happens, stay calm," Brittany said. "Even if they've figured out our secret identities, we don't need them to get the job done. This is just a courtesy visit. Any help they give us is a bonus. If they won't play it our way, there's always Japan."

"Japan?" Rachel turned and gave her a puzzled look.

"They were the alternate choice for our Clan cultural base," Brittany said. "I didn't tell you?"

"No. So we could be speaking Japanese instead of Mayan?" Rachel asked.

"If the Confederation AIs hadn't decided that there was still a viable Mayan proto-culture, yes." Brittany laughed. "Quinn would have loved it."

"She does seem to have a thing for the whole samurai honor code thing."

"And cyberpunk anime," Brittany added.

"Maybe we can arrange a meeting with the Japanese emperor and her favorite voice actors," Rachel said. "But first, a President."

"Pip and Squeak will wait for us here," Brittany said. "No need to freak out the Secret Service. Your under-suit will protect you from anything they might try before they can reach you, if we need to get out of there suddenly."

"Okay," Rachel said, taking several slow, deep breaths. "Do we know who's doing the translation?"

"If they don't have someone, Artie can do it. Takes some of the shock value away but still gives us the advantage," Brittany said.

"Ladies, if you would come with me," a man who introduced himself as the President's Chief of Staff said through the very young looking interpreter. "The President would like to meet with both of you privately first." Nodding to the Secret Service agent who'd brought them through security, he pointed down the long hall to where two more agents stood, guarding a door. Walking past the others, he led them to it.

The door opened, revealing a small conference room containing two people, the President, and a young woman dressed in a vaguely militaristic uniform. The woman stood up as they entered, and closed the door, remaining in the room.

"Have a seat, Miss Pierce, and Miss Berry," the woman said, once they were in the room.

Rachel gave Brittany a look.

"I have my sources," she whispered, with a small smile. "Don't worry, our plans cover this."

"I have to admit to being curious," the President said, when they were all seated. "How did three of Sue Sylvester's Cheerios and a Glee Club captain with dreams of Broadway end up shilling for an alien civilization setting up a base in Mexico."

"Mr President, your sources are slightly mistaken," Brittany said, dropping the pretense that they didn't speak English. "We aren't figureheads for an alien invasion. We have not been brainwashed and are not mind controlled. Whatever our perceived origins, we are operating with the full authority of the Neo Pan Galactic Confederation. We are the Clan of the Dragon, for all intents and purposes, and we are here to do a job. We would prefer your co-operation but can operate without it."

"But you are Rachel Berry, and Brittany Pierce," the woman said. "Two of four young women from Lima, Ohio, who went missing five years ago. We are assuming the other two, Santana Lopez, and Lucy Fabray, are also part of this so called Clan."

"There is nothing 'so-called' about it," Rachel said. "Our clan may be small but the Clans have a long and honorable history in the Confederation."

"Mr. President, and she-minion," Brittany said. "The Yucatan Annexation is not some B-grade Movie plan to conquer this planet. Three millennia ago, the Clan responsible for policing this sector of the Galaxy set up a base on the Yucatan Peninsula. A thousand years ago, something happened to them. Over a million of their descendants still live on this planet, mostly in the Yucatan, but also in small pockets scattered all over the planet due to the Spanish invasions of the Americas The other three are among those descendants. We are merely rebuilding our base on this planet on land that was originally ours."

"And yourself?" the woman asked.

"The Clans are all descended from a civilization on the other side of the universe. My parents were members of one of those other clans. One of the ones, like the one that settled on the Yucatan, that is genetically compatible with the natives of this planet. So, yes, I actually am an alien, and not just a deluded former Sue Sylvester minion. How is Coach, by the way," she asked the woman, who blushed in response.

"You have proof of this," the President said.

"Of course," Rachel said. "We come in peace, more or less."

"If we'd wanted to invade, you wouldn't have seen us coming," Brittany said softly. "Santana Lopez? She's our Clan Fleet Admiral. She has enough firepower to turn this planet into a charred cinder."

"And why haven't you?"

"Why would we? This is our planet too," Rachel said. "Our loyalties are to Clan first, but we will do what we can to protect this planet."

"Besides, Quinn's girls and San's spacers wouldn't appreciate it if we ruined their favorite beaches," Brittany said.

"And, while the Confederation doesn't interfere in local planetary politics, they wouldn't have given us this power if they thought we would abuse it," Rachel said.

"Why now?" the President asked. "And not when this old clan disappeared?"

"Why now?" Rachel said. "The Confederation is huge and moves slowly. It took them a few hundred of our years to realize there was no active Clan in this corner of the Confederation."

"And then there's the war," Brittany added.

"War?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," Brittany said, waving her hands. "The universe is huge, really huge, and the Confederation is smaller. An ancient enemy of the Confederation is headed this way, right through your backyard. They should be here in a decade, when you aren't president. We'll take care of them when they get here."

"I thought we weren't going to mention that yet," Rachel said.

"I think they can keep it a secret," Brittany said. "Right? And we'd appreciated if you forgot we're from Lima for now."

"Of course," the President said. "We see no reason to reveal that information."

"What else did you want to know?" Brittany asked, pretending to believe him. She wasn't gullible, she knew he and his staff would find some way to take advantage of them being from Lima. And the president was a politician. If something wasn't going to matter until long after he was out of office, he'd ignore it.

"My advisors will want to know that you are willing to share your technology," the President said.

"You've seen Star Trek, right?" Brittany asked. "The Confederation doesn't actually have a Prime Directive policy. They leave it up to the discretion of the Clans on how much knowledge to share with our host planets."

"And what have you decided?" the woman asked.

"Well, most of our tech is keyed to the Clan. If you don't have enough Clan DNA it won't work for you anyway. Which means what we'll be mostly sharing is knowledge," Brittany said. "But carefully."

"Carefully?" the President asked.

"In moderation, that Prime Directive policy is actually a sound idea," Rachel said. "Too much knowledge, too fast, can be very disruptive. People need to get used to things gradually. We won't just hand over our tech or science."

"We can work out the details later," Brittany said. "We think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement. What we need to discuss is tomorrow. Are you going to support us at the UN?"

"I'm sure something can be arranged," the President said. "Why don't we take this meeting to the full group."

"Ready?" Brittany asked, as they waited for the meeting with the UN Security Council to start.

"Why couldn't Quinn or Santana come with us?" Rachel asked again. "This is really their thing."

"Because it's too risky," Brittany said, in a low voice. "Besides, Schultzie and her girls have our backs and the POTUS is on our side, now that we've explained things and convinced him we're serious."

"Some day you'll have to explain how you managed that one," Rachel said, instinctively sitting up straighter as the sound of the gavel being banged rang through the large room. "I think he gave in too easily."

"Some day," Brittany said, winking at her. "Now, wow them!"

The End - Of Book I

Author's End Notes:

Thanks to everyone who's Reviewed, Favorited, and Followed. I really appreciate the support and feedback!

This is just the end of Book I. I have not started working on Book II yet but it will be a few months. Possibly not posted until after NaNoWriMo 2013. (10 months from now!)

I have not marked this is completed yet. Haven't decided if Book II will be a new story or tacked onto the end of this yet.

Next (Book II): In which some old Lima acquaintances head to Cancun looking for that Golden Ticket. And our heroines find out Clan building is not as simple as it looked like on paper. And sometimes, family can be more trouble than they're worth.