"Saving Planet Earth": A (benevolent?) alien arrival story

[MarieDavisRPs]

Somewhere in frickin' America, who knows where?

(OOC: This continues Kimmie Lang's story from here, which was her only post thus far.)


Kimmie Lang felt a hand jostle her foot, waking her from what felt like a long, satisfying sleep. The consistent and mesmerizing vibration and noise of the C-130 Hercules had vanished, and all she heard now was the shuffling of boots on steel aft of her as the crew and various other passengers made their way out of the plane and onto the tarmac.

"We're there?" she asked the Air Force enlisted man as he, too, headed aft. He didn't hear her apparently and continued onward, leading Kimmie to call out, "Where the hell are we?"

More than 20 hours ago, the cargo plane had left the South Pacific island; Kimmie had been working there for the past 14 months to earn her PhD and -- despite not being done -- had heard and accepted the call from NASA to join them as their Astrobiologist. It was her dream come true, particularly now that she was hearing stories about aliens coming to Earth!

The crew of the C-130 hadn't had much information to provide Kimmie, and there was a communications blackout as well. No one could tell her anything other than the rumor that the alien queen was meeting with the UN's Security Council in Bermuda for what was appropriately being called the Bermuda Summit.

At some point just after the Hercules was the recipient of a mid-air refueling, Kimmie had fallen asleep on a makeshift bed that one of the crew had fashioned for her, and she'd been out for the rest of the flight. Now, carrying her hastily packed bag, she descended the aircraft's ramp, expecting to find herself in either Houston, Texas, where NASA was based, or Cambridge, Massachusetts, where MIT -- her sponsoring university -- was located.

But when she got out onto the tarmac and looked for recognizable features, she found that she wasn't in either of those places. That was, of course, concerning.

But then she saw something -- or someone! -- that made her heart leap anxiously and her face go even paler than it normally was. Walking across the tarmac from yet another Hercules toward the terminal buildings was, of all the people in the world, Joseph Samson ... Kimmie's Ex!

She quickly turned her back to him, thinking -- hoping! -- that he hadn't seen her. It had been almost two years since they'd seen each other last. Joe -- who actually went by his nickname Brock -- had been deployed to some unnamable place that Kimmie had been certain was in a God forsaken desert or jungle somewhere, and although she'd known he could be gone for anywhere between 6 and 12 months, she'd told him that she would wait for him.

Then, four months later, Kimmie had been accepted into her PhD program, and without knowing when Joe might be back or -- honestly -- even caring, she'd packed up her shit and taken off for the South Pacific. She'd loved Joe, and she'd wanted to be with him, but she also wanted to be on one of the spacecrafts heading for the Moon or Mars, and her only chance of that was getting her PhD in Astrobiology.

As she stood there facing away from Joe, another soldier passed by. Again, she asked with desperation, "Where the fuck are we? Where is this?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The White House
Situation Room

Allison Dean watched the Bermuda Summit unfolding as she was also receiving constant updates on the assassination attempt of Anya. There were other important things about which to think, too. Allison looked to her Chief of Staff, Parker Brown, asking, "When does he arrive in Bermuda?"

The he about whom she was speaking was the new US Ambassador to the UN. He was a very popular, very charismatic former Democratic Congressman who'd lost his seat during the mid-term elections got supporting POTUS after it was revealed that she'd been having sexual relations with men and women during her husband's illness period.

Parker checked his watch, answering, "His plane should be landing now."

Anya began talking about her spacecraft being in orbit of Earth, and suddenly there was an image of it. At a nearby panel, an alarm sounded, indicating that American sensing systems were picking up the craft.

"My God, how big is it?" Allison asked. "There's no perspective ... nothing to compare it to in that image. Fuck! I want answers."

Anya claimed that she'd lived on the ship most of her life; that the ship was unarmed; and that the smaller ship that was coming down to Earth was an unarmed transport vessel, also unarmed.

The Ambassador from France, Chloe Marie Dubois, surprised some of the others by questioning whether or not it was safe for Anya's ship to come down to the planet. She gave the Chinese Ambassador an accusatory glance, seeming to imply that perhaps the Chinese might try to destroy the smaller transport of even the mothership.

Then, Anya claimed, "Because your missiles no longer work. From the moment that the Yallan Mothership appeared in orbit of your planet, your offensive aerial weapons ... from the missiles under the wings of your fighter aircraft and drones ... to the surface-to-air missiles of all sizes ... to your Inter-Continental Ballistic Missiles ... they will not fly now."

Allison had been standing at the head of the table, but now she flopped down into her chair, seemingly stunned. Anya continued, "I am sure that around the world, members of your respective governments and militaries are verifying what I just told you."

Allison called out loudly, "General...!"

The Chairman called, "On it, Madam President.

Anya continued speaking about how Human Beings no longer had any sort of defensive or offensive missile capabilities. A dozen people in the Situation Room -- most but not all in uniform -- were working feverishly to discover if this were true.

Then Anya began speaking about transporting humans as if they were right out of Star Trek or Stargate. She was flabbergasted; no one had ever thought that such a thing would ever be possible. Then -- again in response to Dick Connors question -- Anya began speaking of a distant Earth-like planet, 48 Areetus, and how it would require 8-12 million people to build it.

"That's insane," Allison said. "Simply insane."

 

[desperado1089]

Bermuda

UN Security Council

Connors slammed his fist on the table and his face turned an ugly shade of purple. "How the hell do you expect us to be able to defend ourselves if your claims turn out to be a bunch of bullshit if our nukes don't work! You say all this shit about being here to help us, and defend us from this so-called empire, but how do we know? How do we know your ships are unarmed? How can we verify? How can we respond if you're lying to us? Forget for a second about these stargates or whatever the hell you wanna call it. I wanna know how you can stand there all sanctimonious without understanding our position? How do you think it looks when, for all intents and purposes, you've basically forced us to take your word for it? And on behalf of the American people, if you disable any more of our military hardware without warning us first, I will personally take you into custody if that's what it takes. Do I make myself clear?"

Fleming, for his part, sympathized with Connors' position and did not, this time, admonish his colleague for his outburst. The disabling of any weapons systems that left the ground did indeed come off as a way to force humanity to accept whatever fate the Yalla decided they deserved. However, he did have something to say. "Your Highness, despite the...adventurous undertaking you're proposing, my American counterpart was not speaking of constructing your signal-blocking devices on a distant planet, but rather, in our own solar system. Surely the technology can be adapted to operate at a relatively shorter range? And, I hope I'm not alone in this, but your people seem to be taking the empire's existence and their brutality as a matter of course. If there's one thing you should know about humanity, it's that we are not prone to sitting idly by when a bully comes along and demands our lunch money. We stand up to those who terrorize and destroy others. Why should our partnership, if it's genuine, not be a military alliance, or the start of one? This Empire sounds like something that should be stopped. Perhaps with your technological prowess and our tenacity, we can stop them together."

Alec, Carrie, Bob and Derek

All three men listened to the exchange in consternation when Connors spoke (even though they wholeheartedly agreed with his sentiments, if not the way they were delivered); this forced disarmament of the entirety of Human aerial defense absolutely made it difficult not to distrust Anya and the Yalla, and would not blame people for sharing a "well, now we just gotta bend over and take whatever it is you're gonna give us" mentality.

However, when Fleming spoke, they listened with rapt attention, and when he finished, it wasn't just Alec, Bob and Derek who were shouting things like, "Yeah, let's kick their asses back to their backwater planet!" It was heartening to hear the Chinese, French and Russian security men and women shouting similar sentiments, translated as they were by Anya's technology.

Arno and Florence

"The man is a boorish donkey, but I do not disagree. How do we do something if they are not telling the truth?" The thing is, he wanted to believe them, and so did Fleming, Brosnan, Ross and Morgan. But the act of completely neutering their air defenses was a major red flag, one that could not be easily ignored.

 

[desperado1089]

Naval Air Station (NAS) Norfolk (Headquarters of Naval Special Warfare Development Group AKA DEVGRU AKA Seal Team Six)
Norfolk, VA, USA
7 January 2031, 1530 UTC/1030 LOCAL

Brock and Rocket were, in fact, unaware of Kimmie's presence, at least at first. When a pair of jet fighters took off suddenly, followed by a drone, the veteran Navy SEAL thought nothing of it; unbeknownst to pretty much everyone, the fighters were going to try to shoot it down. Meanwhile, at one of the many missile silos that still dotted the American landscape, the warhead was being removed from an ICBM, and this was happening with exactly one weapon per nuclear power, as hastily agreed via an even more hastily-convened conference call between the leaders of said nuclear powers; the site where the inert ICBMs would land was agreed upon to be an empty expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. Assuming they launched successfully.

Regardless, the wind shifted and Rocket picked up a scent that was very, very familiar to him and like a hairy missile he shot towards Kimmie before Brock could tighten his grip on the leash. Happy barks heralded the imminent danger of being bowled over and licked to death, and Brock happily shouted, "Kimmie!", as he hurried after his canine companion.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The White House
Situation Room

Allison Dean cringed when her Ambassador, Dick Connors, began ranting again. And yet, at the same time, she agreed with him when he said, "...for all intents and purposes, you've basically forced us to take your word for it."

Her Chief of Staff, Parker Brown -- who had his cell phone to his ear -- reported, "Interim Ambassador Julius Freeman is at the Theater, Madam President. Shall I send him in?"

"No!" Allison found herself saying before she'd even thought about the situation. She continued to watch Connors rail against Anya, then said more calmly, "Just ... have him standby. Let's see where this goes."

"And on behalf of the American people," Connors continued, "if you disable any more of our military hardware without warning us first, I will personally take you into custody if that's what it takes. Do I make myself clear?"

Allison's head fell slowly forward to the table in despair, something she hadn't done since her college days when she'd discovered that her professor had given her a measly B+ on one of her papers. With her lips practically pressing against the table, she ordered, "Get him out of there." Her head came up, "But do it ... I dunno, inconspicuously somehow. Don't embarrass him. It will only embarrass us."

Brown passed on the order to the Security Supervisor who -- with several others -- was escorting Freeman into the Theater and toward the door to the Summit's location.


The Summit Theater
A moment earlier

"Your Highness," the UK's representative chimed in, "despite the...adventurous undertaking you're proposing, my American counterpart was not speaking of constructing your signal-blocking devices on a distant planet, but rather, in our own solar system. Surely the technology can be adapted to operate at a relatively shorter range?"

Anya politely lifted an extended index finger, asking, "Ambassador Fleming if you will give me just a moment..." Those around the table could probably discern that the alien Ambassador was listening to her people again somehow; was she wearing an earpiece that they didn't see, was it telepathy, was it magic? She then smiled, lowered her hand, and asked politely, "Please continue."

Fleming continued by speaking about the matter of course attitude the Yalla had about the Preyna, following up with, "If there's one thing you should know about humanity, it's that we are not prone to sitting idly by when a bully comes along and demands our lunch money."

Even though she and her people had never operated with the tradition of paying for one's elementary school lunch with change, Anya fully understood the concept about which Fleming was speaking; in fact, the reference made her smile a bit wider, just thinking of the scenes that must have unfolded for the youth of Earth -- or at least the UK, US, and other countries with similar situations for their young.

"We stand up to those who terrorize and destroy others," Fleming continued. "Why should our partnership, if it's genuine, not be a military alliance, or the start of one? This Empire sounds like something that should be stopped. Perhaps with your technological prowess and our tenacity, we can stop them together."


Bermuda
The Security Forces Theater

Bob and his partner's cell phones buzzed with a text message reading: Ambassador Connors' wife has taken ill. Escort him out quietly per POTUS. A plane is waiting to take him to her. An Interim Ambassador is on scene. Don't make a scene.


The Summit Theater

Before she could respond to Fleming's questions, though, Anya -- whose people monitored all important electronic communications and told her what they thought she would find important -- looked to the US's rep' and said with a solemn tone, "Ambassador Connor, I am being told that your wife has taken ill, that your President, Allison Dean, has sent someone to sit in for you until you are able to return, and that an aircraft is available to take you to your wife."

There was a bit of a buzz around the table, which Anya knew was a combination of sympathy for Connors and suspicion that the man's exit had been engineered, either by his embarrassed President or the seemingly all-powerful Anya of Oz herself. She continued, "Ambassador Connors, I am being told that -- between you leaving here to board the aircraft waiting for you, getting airborne, flying home to the nearest airport, then using ground transportation to reach your wife, more than 6 hours will have passed."

Anya gestured a finger toward another of those holographic bubbles that seemed to appear whenever she needed one; this one showed the Yallan transport vessel landing on the beach near the Earl Cameron Theater Complex; in contrast to the mayhem that would be caused on the sands by a Human-made helicopter or vertical take-off jet if one of them were to land on the beach, there was virtually no disturbance at all, save for the scattering of beachgoers who made way for the craft as it waited for them to clear away.

"You expressed your curiosity, Ambassador Connors," Anya began before correcting, "Your concerns about whether or not my ships were armed. I would like to invite you to be one of the first Human Beings to travel in an alien ship."

"Are you sure?" the Ambassador from France chimed in. When all eyes turned to her, Chloe Marie Dubois asked with a touch of humor, "Are you sure no other humans have ridden in alien spacecraft before? I mean ... Area 51 ... kidnappings and probings ... ET and Independence Day?"

There was some laughter around the table, and even Anya joined in, saying, "Personally, I enjoyed Mars Attacks! But..."

"In France, we have our own alien abduction reports," Chloe continued. "August of 1967 ... in Cussac. Two children, François, 13, and his sister, little Anne-Marie, who was only 9. They claimed that they'd been invited into a spaceship ... an unidentified flying object where they met the craft's occupants and then flew around the planet ... twice."

There were more soft laughter and playful comments, but Chloe continued, "Anne-Marie ... she was my grandmother." The mood around the table shifted toward the more serious. Chloe looked to Anya, smiled, and said, "The description they gave to their parents, then to the authorities who, sadly, had included, for a short time, the doctors at a Paris mental institute ... that description wasn't too far from how I would describe you, Queen Anya ... if I were to be picked up by a UFO in the middle of a rye field today."

Anya smiled, then chuckled. With a sincere tone, she told Chloe, "I would never say that your grandmother was not to be believed. However, I can tell you that those aliens ... they were not Yallan."

The topic turned back to Connors, with Anya continuing, "You and your security team and Aides are all invited to use my ship, Ambassador. If you have any concerns about being abducted--" Her lips spread in a wide smile as she went on, "--and probed, I can arrange for every moment of your flight to be broadcasted live to the people of Earth."

Then she gave him the detail that she hoped would get a positive answer, "My ship, I am being told, can have you home in 29 minutes, Ambassador Connors ... plus or minus a minute." Anya, of course, knew that the whole ill wife story was a fabrication, but she was more than willing to play into it if it made the negotiations with the Security Council easier.

(Part 2 coming -- I promise, I'll shorten these! I'm just out of control for the moment.)

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(Part 2)

The Press Theater

"The man is a boorish donkey," Arno LaRoche said about Connors to Florence MacDonald, "but I do not disagree. How do we do something if they are not telling the truth?"

Florence was beginning to become so disturbed by everything that had happened over the past 24+ hours that she'd ceased taking notes or thinking about the story she had to send to her editor; later, she would chastise herself for her unprofessionalism, but right now her brain was overwhelmed with more personal thoughts, the kind one has when they fear that the end is near.

Leaning close to Arno, Florence whispered, "Will you take me back to my hotel room, Arno ... now."


Back at the Summit Theater

Regardless of whether or not Connors took Anya up on her offer, the summit continued, with Sir Henry speaking about the Preyna, Anya hoped, and not the Yallans: "We stand up to those who terrorize and destroy others. Why should our partnership, if it's genuine, not be a military alliance, or the start of one? This Empire sounds like something that should be stopped. Perhaps with your technological prowess and our tenacity, we can stop them together."

"This is not going to happen, Ambassador Fleming," Anya said without hesitation. "The Yallan are a people of peace. We shed out own offensive weapons millennia ago. Today, our technology is used to prevent war, not conduct it. I'm sorry. This is simply not going to happen.

"With regard to building a defensive shield system closer to Earth," she continued, "perhaps even in the Sol System, I have been informed that this, too, is simply not going to happen. The Sol System does not possess the raw materials necessary to build the defensive shield system necessary to protect Earth from discovery by the Preyna. There are only three available courses available to you:

"Fully devolve Earth to a pre-electronic age," she told them with a serious tone, "to prevent the Preyna from ever discovering and then destroying you.

"Partially devolve, permanent or--" and for the first time she mentioned an option that hadn't come up yet,"--for the short term, while the shield system in 48 Areetus is being constructed. Once it is finished, Earth can return to some of its previous technologies. As I said, this will require the transport of between 8 and 12 million Human Beings to provide the necessary labor."

"Or allow me to relocate billions of Human Beings to the Earth-like planets about which I already spoke," she continued. "On these worlds -- which are in a generally opposite direction from Earth than is the Preyna Empire -- Human beings can start over ... build new civilizations without fear of being set up and, possibly, exterminated by the Preyna."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Naval Air Station (NAS) Norfolk (Headquarters of Naval Special Warfare Development Group AKA DEVGRU AKA Seal Team Six)
Norfolk, VA, USA
7 January 2031, 1530 UTC/1030 LOCAL

Kimmie Lang was overwhelmed by the noise of jets and drones and vehicles on the tarmac ... not to mention that for the first time in almost two years, she'd spotted the only man whom she'd ever truly loved just 80 yards away. She forced herself to keep her back to him, hoping that he wouldn't recognize either her bright golden mane of hair or her wonderfully rounded, pear-shaped ass that stood out so conspicuously in the tight, gray sweatpants she'd chosen for their comfort for the flight.

Then, suddenly, "Kimmie!"

Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach rolled over anxiously at the sound of Brock's voice. Kimmie's hesitance to face the man wasn't due to a desire not to see him, of course; for almost two whole years, she'd yearned to once again be with him -- both with him and with him -- and now, apparently, it was about to happen.

She turned just enough to look back Brock's way, then turned around fully at the sight of the rapidly approaching dog who'd been so appropriately named, Rocket. Kimmie dropped her bag in front of her and dropped her knees onto it just as Rocket reached her to refresh their friendship.

 

[desperado1089]

Bermuda

UN Security Council

Bob and Derek knocked politely on the door; when Fleming opened it, it revealed that the two men had shed their automatic weapons but still wore body armor over their shirts and ties. Connors reluctantly went with them; the two men were going along with the ruse, but would hand Connors off to the DSS agents that had been dispatched along with Ambassador Freeman.

Meanwhile, Fleming turned to Anya and asked, "We would never ask you to compromise your beliefs. If we are going to stop the Preyna, it will be together, yes. But your shields, your engines, will, if all goes well, be used on human-crewed vessels, armed with human-designed weapons. Just...all I ask for now is that you take it under consideration. As for the short-ranged devices, why not construct them on one of those distant planets, then transport them back to Earth for deployment? If they're easier to manufacture, it could provide better protection while we transition to more terrestrial means of communication." A murmur rose among the remaining Ambassadors as Julius Freeman walked into the theater. "I believe that we could indeed start using more old-fashioned techniques with modern twists, Ambassadors. We already have seafloor cables for important communications. If we are going to ground our satellites, the money saved can be used to invest in the ground-based infrastructure we would need to maintain at least some of our global communications infrastructure. If it doesn't send a signal out into the air, it can't attract the attention of those galactic bullies, now can it?" Both Freeman and Fleming hoped Anya would see the wisdom in this combination of plans.

Press Room

"It appears that the general sentiment is that the bullies are not the ones landing on the beach outside," Arno said, showing her his phone with a social media app open where most of the posts are agreeing with Ambassador Fleming's sentiment that they should do something about the Preyna. "But if peace and quiet is your wish, ma cherie, I am, and always will be, powerless to deny your request. Does this mean that we will have to cancel our rendezvous at the beach?" The entire time he spoke, he was gently steering her out of the theater and along the streets towards their hotel.

Security Room

Morgan and Ross returned to the room that housed their colleagues and counterparts, the latter once again sitting next to Carrie and pulling her into a hug, not caring if anyone saw.

Norfolk, VA

As Rocket gave Kimmie the expected 'attack', Brock came up to her and, once Rocket was through, helped her to her feet and pulled her into a bone-crunching hug, the various things that were strapped to his vest the farthest thing from his mind as he embraced the only woman he had ever truly loved. Even Rocket just whined softly and nuzzled her leg.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Bermuda
UN Security Council Theater

Once US Ambassador Connors had departed, the UK's rep' told Anya about the Security Council and Humans as a whole, "We would never ask you to compromise your beliefs." He asked why Yallan tech couldn't be combined with Human weapons to defeat the Preyna threat.

"This, too, will not happen," Anya told him. "The Yalla will not engage in offensive attacks upon any race unless absolutely necessary ... and the Yalla will not help Humans do the same in our place."

Fleming asked if the shields couldn't be built elsewhere and brought to Earth. Anya didn't immediately respond to the UK rep's questions; she had figurative voices in her ear about this very possibility as it had been discussed and debated and researched long before Anya first appeared on Earth as a hologram.

"This is possible, Ambassador," Anya finally responded. "However, this is a..." She hesitated, drawing a deep breath that tended to draw the eyes of some of the Ambassadors -- as well as millions of people around the world -- to her delicious bosom.

Even Chloe, who had her own delicious bosom ogled multiple times a day, couldn't help but lower her gaze to Anya's tits for a short moment. It wasn't Chloe's first glance at the alien's mounds, of course; it was hard not to be drawn to them, even as a female who -- while having partaken of the fairer sex on a handful of occasions in her much younger years -- very much preferred males in her bed.

Anya released her breath, then continued, "This is a possibility, yes ... but the ore that is mined must be refined locally, while still under the gravitational pull of the planets from which it is drawn. And the ore cannot be transported via our teleportation technology. It must be processed and formed into the constituent parts on site. And once construction is completed, the finished shields are too large to be teleported. They must be transported by spacecraft ... with a one-way travel time ... of 78 Earth Years."

Anya looked about the table at each Ambassador, then settled her gaze on Fleming again, putting it simply, "Your idea is entirely valid, Ambassador ... but ... while you will be remembered as a hero for having led us to this possibility ... a possibility that could ultimately save Earth from destruction ... you, Ambassador, will not see its completion in your lifetime."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Bermuda

Press Room

Arno flashed his phone to Florence, showing how social media was responding to what was happening in the Summit Theater next door.

"It appears that the general sentiment is that the bullies are not the ones landing on the beach outside," he read.

Florence had gone to some of pages she monitored for the Associated Press. But after swiping through and seeing only the bad things happening in the world, she'd pocketed the device.

(OOC: I was going to do a lengthy post with world updates -- generosity and mayhem both -- but I'm on my phone. Later, on my computer.)

When she asked Arno to take her to her hotel room, he told her, "Ma cherie, I am, and always will be, powerless to deny your request."

She was nearest to the aisle, took his hand, and led him away; Florence had initially feared what others might think about two reporters leaving what was probably the most important event in Human history. But she saw that no one was paying them any attention whatsoever, and she needed so badly to be out of this madness and with someone who appreciated her company.

Arno to the lead out off the theater, looking back to ask, "Does this mean that we will have to cancel our rendezvous at the beach?"

Without any concern for being heard, Florence responded, "You're not going to need a nude beach, Arno."


Security Room

Carrie was surprised to feel Bob pull her into a hug, obviously not caring who saw the embrace. She returned the hug, possibly not as energetically, though. When they separated, she glanced around for witnesses, finding a few faces looking their way without much reaction.

Two of those faces, though, belonged to members of the German Security Team, Erik and Heidi. The former was smiling knowingly, while the latter was glaring at her with daggers in her eyes.

There were, of course, reasons for those opposing emotions. Heidi was pissed and, possibly, a bit jealous; she'd spent a couple of nights in bed with Carrie at a G9+ conference, only to discover Carrie the last night of the event bouncing energetically stop an impressive cock.

Erik, of course, had been spring that impressive cock. Carrie has been very surprised to discover that they will l were still work partners. She'd be even more surprised if she was to learn that for more than a year, they'd been life partners, too.

"Sorry," Carrie apologized. "I'm just ... not much of a PDA kinda girl ... the beach being the exception ... 'cause I knew no one there would recognize us

Norfolk, VA

Kimmie had ended up on her back from the ferocious canine's attack, her face and hands badly in need of a toilette from the excited animal's saliva. Brock rescued her, lifting her with the ease of lifting a football of the field and pulling Kimmie into a bone-crunching hug.

"Can't ... breath ... can't..." Kimmie responded, only half joking. When Brock finally released his pincers grip on her tiny form -- petite everywhere except in her D-cups -- she smiled to him, saying with disbelief, "I can't believe your here."

Rocket was whining softly, demanding attention. Kimmie looked down, smiling as she said, "Yes, I can't believe you're here, too.

Looking back to Brock, Kimmie asked with delighted surprise, "What are you doing here?"

 

[desperado1089]

Security Council

A lot of social media and even some commentators on global news networks would begin to argue that the races that the Preyna have subjugated or exterminated would have considered offensive action against the Preyna to be "necessary." Public opinion seemed to begin a groundswell towards joining the galactic community not as people running away with their tails between their legs, but as protectors and guardians. The usual right-wingers started to beat a "Humanity First" drum over the next several hours but the arrival of the Yalla finally broke through the human predilection to separate themselves into "us" and "them," with only a limited amount of hard-core, usually old and homogeneous, people rejecting the calls for unity, even if there was an undercurrent of "if the Yalla don't wanna take the fight to them, do we want them around?" Ambassadors Fleming and Freeman would negotiate and talk their little hearts out throughout the day.

Arno and Florence

When the little redhead pixie mentioned that they wouldn't need a nude beach, Arno chuckled even as his cock stirred. "My dear Florence, I still want to take you, even if, as you say, we don't need one. Perhaps I may want one, hmm?" He entered the hotel, still arm in arm with her, and said, "But as always, I shall be powerless to act in any manner that does not bring you joy or goes against yout wishes in any way." He pressed the button for the elevator and whispered, "Am I about to find out if the carpet matches the drapes?", with a teasing smirk.

Bob and Carrie

Bob rasied an eyebrow at Heidi, wondering if she was angling for a threesome or to castrate him. He flashed Carrie a look that at once said two things: Wanna get out of here?, and Should I be worried?

Brock and Kimmie

"I'm based here, I thought I told you?" He looked around the tarmac, there was no one left outside besides the usual complement of personnel. "Wanna get out of here? I put all your things in storage, but it's on the way. Remember that pink thing you used to like when I controlled it?" He was teasing her and he knew it would work. "Gotta stash my gear. You know what my car looks like!", he said, pointing towards the front gate and parking lot as he went towards the part of the base where even Anya would be denied entry: DEVGRU headquarters.