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

[MarieDavisRPs]

The White House

Dick Connors stormed out of the Oval Office past Kimmie, who'd been sitting in the hallway for God knows how long; waiting to again sit and speak with President Dean. Finally, Allison herself popped out into the hallway, looked to Kimmie, and said, "Miss Lang, why didn't you come back inside."

Once again in the Oval, Kimmie asked, "Was that Ambassador Connors I saw?"

Allison chuckled, answering, "Former Ambassador."

"Why former?" Kimmie asked.

Allison started at the young thing a moment, then asked, "Really? Haven't you been watching the news today?"

"No, ma'am, I've been sleeping," Kimmie answered. POTUS's expression said she didn't understand that. "I was in the South Pacific when they told me I was coming here. They put me on a plane, I fell asleep, and I woke up in, of all places, Norfolk, Virginia."

Allison started, "You know about--"

"The alien queen, yeah," she responded, quickly adding, "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you ... Madam President."

Allison waved off the apology. "No worries. Do they still say that?"

Kimmie laughed. "Not since I was born, I think. So, back to the aliens ... what did I miss?"

POTUS smiled wide at the young thing, then said, "Follow me." Allison headed for the French-style doors that led out onto what was officially called the Oval Office Corridor but what she herself just called the patio. The Secret Service Agent outside the door opened it, greeting both POTUS and Kimmie by name.

"This is what you missed," Allison said as she waved toward the Yallan Transport Vessel parked on the South Lawn.

Kimmie was shocked, her eyes widening and mouth falling open. "Where the hell did that come from? I ... I didn't hear it land."

"No one did," Allison said, "Not really. It landed with about the same noise level of a Prius, which -- if you've ever driven one -- isn't much. It doesn't use engines like what ... well ... honestly, I don't know how it works, but it was like magic, just settling down there without barely ruffling the flowers or leaves."

As they watched, Richard Connors hurried across the lawn to and into the YTV; someone had called it that, and it had already stuck. Kimmie asked, "Him? He gets to ride in it...? Fly in it?"

"Yeah, sometimes life just isn't fair," Allison agreed. She raised her gaze, smiled, and said, "You're boyfriend is here."

Looking into the distance, they could see the Marine helo approaching. Allison gestured one of the Agents to her, saying, "Please escort Miss Lang down to meet Petty Officer Samson."

It took a full minute for Kimmie to navigate through the White House to reach the exterior. By the time she got there, the alien ship was rising into the air; Allison had been correct about the ship as it rose without hardly any effect on the surroundings. Soon, the whole world would learn that the YTV's utilized gravity manipulation to land and takeoff, after which that technology worked hand-in-hand with the ship's fusion-powered main engines to propel them through either space or atmospheres.

In its place landed the helicopter, and as the steps lowered to reveal Brock, Kimmie walked, then ran out to meet him on the South Lawn. Not unsurprisingly, Rocket reached Kimmie first yet again, greeting her excitedly. When Brock reached her, Kimmie giggled, gestured to the building behind them, and exclaimed, "Can you believe this?"

 

[desperado1089]

The White House

"No, but I know for a fact that with you by my side, I'll be unstoppable!" He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss all of a sudden, not caring who was watching as he just couldn't stand to spend another moment without doing that.

Rocket, meanwhile, promptly lifted his leg on a piece of debris from the demolition of the half-finished ballroom that the current President's predecessor had the audacity to build in place of the East Wing. Not long after, POTUS's own canine companion came out and the two of them promptly started to play.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Bermuda
On the way to their hotel:

(OOC: I thought they'd already reached the cab, so that's the way I wrote it.)

"My dear Florence, if taking the proverbial reins is what you need to do," Arno told her, "Then that is what you shall do."

She peeked at him sitting next to her in the taxi, then looked away out the window as yet another blush flooded her face. Florence was in a situation that she would never in a million years have expected herself to be in: she was about to have sex for only the third time in her life with a man she'd known barely more than a day, and he was going to let her be in charge of what happened between them.

How the hell did I get here? she wondered. It wasn't that she didn't want to be here, of course; as the reality and drama of the new world order caused her anxiety to rise and rise, Florence suddenly found herself desperately wanting to feel something real and dramatic that just about her! There was no doubt what that was, of course: having a good, gentle, chivalrous man inside her.

Florence looked to Arno again, studying him as he asked if she was always going to want to be in charge. "I would just like to know what to expect."

"No," she answered simply, again looking away nervously. She considered her answer a moment, but as she was beginning to answer more clearly, she looked forward and caught the taxi driver peeking back at them in the mirror. Leaning closer to Arno, Florence whispered, "Can we talk about this when we get there?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The White House

After Kimmie had asked Brock if he could begin to believe that they were together at the White House, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss after saying, "No, but I know for a fact that with you by my side, I'll be unstoppable!"

She was caught off guard and surprised at first; they were, after all, on the White House's South Lawn, surrounded by Secret Service, Marines, and -- quite possibly -- being watched by the President of the Frickin' United States of America. But the feel of Brock's arms around her again and his warm, wet lips upon hers took Kimmie back to much happier times; her arms wrapped around the much taller man's neck, pulling not just her face tighter to his but her feet off the ground as well.

They only finally broke off their embrace when the Secret Service Agent who'd escorted Brock from Norfolk tapped him on the shoulder, informing the two of them, "POTUS is coming. You wanna knock this off?"

Kimmie couldn't help but giggle wildly as she released her hold on her former and soon-to-once-again-be lover and found the ground with her feet again. She didn't want to pull away from Brock but did, turning to find Rocket and a second canine running about the South Lawn while Allison Dean first waved to them friendly, then waved them to join her at the building's entrance.

As they headed that way, Kimmie wrapped both of her arms around Brock's torso, resulting in an awkward walk until she finally withdrew from him to simply hold his hand. Then, hoping that the Marine helicopter's reducing noise was still enough to hide her words from others, Kimmie told Brock about POTUS, "She's letting us stay in the Lincoln Bedroom. The Lincoln Bedroom!"

She wanted to say explicitly we're gonna fuck in the Lincoln Bedroom, but Kimmie was pretty sure Brock understood that that was on the agenda. Reaching POTUS, Allison offered out her hand, saying, Petty Officer Joe Samson, it's so good to meet you."

Allison had presumed that a salute would be incorporated into their greeting, either before or after the handshake. She didn't return it as had a handful of her POTUS predecessors, though, smiling to Brock and explaining, "My grandfather was a Seadog, an old sailor had beat it into me that one did not salute while without their cover. Please, don't be offended."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: This continues from clear back on the previous page, here.)


Bermuda
Earl Cameron Theater
UN Security Council Summit

"For we are all friends today ... and tomorrow."

The Human Ambassadors responded to Anya's blessing in their own ways, leading her to suggest, "We ... Yallans and Humans ... have many things to discuss ... details to be shared and plans to be made. Additionally, your Peoples from around the world seem to wish to take a moment and celebrate..."

Again, as had happened before when Anya wanted the Ambassadors and the people of Earth to know how the planets of 48 Areetus appeared, a very large bubble surrounded the Security Council members. This time, it showed scenes from around the world where gatherings of people -- sometimes in scores, other times in the thousands -- were celebrating the vote for peace just passed by the Security Council members; a scene from each of these Ambassadors' home countries appeared nearest them, with familiar landmarks to firmly identify who the celebrating people were.

"This joy is not being felt in only your five States, though," Anya told them.

The images began fading into other lands, most of them with landmarks or other backgrounds, clothing styles, etc., that identified them as the specific country or, at the least, the region of the world. By the time the bubble faded away, it seemed clear that people from every corner of the world was happy with what had just taken place.

"I suggest that we meet again here tomorrow," Anya said, "to begin ... I think the word is hashing out the details...?" She got a couple of head nods, a thumbs up, and a chuckle before continuing, "I will have several of my Supervisors and their most involved Aides transported down to speak with you in more detail. Then, once we have a clear direction, we can get to work, matching my experts with your experts ... to begin our work."

One after another, Anya would share her farewell blessing -- interlaced fingers before her, bowed head, and the untranslated Peace be among friends -- with each of the Ambassadors and, if they offered a hand first, shake with them the Human way as well.

Russia's Ambassador, Vasily Alekseyevich Nebenzya, was the last of the UN rep's to come face to face with Anya; as with some of the other Ambassadors -- Chloe Marie Dubois and Fan Yue in particular -- Vasily repeated the Yalla farewell, even making his best attempt at repeated the words she'd spoken. Anya chuckled, telling him, "That was fairly close, Ambassador. I appreciate the attempt."

Respectfully, she offered her hand out to him first, then asked softly, "Is there something which you needed to discuss with me, Ambassador? I ... sense unease in you. And ... before you respond, let me assure you that this conversation between the two of us is private. The rest of the world ... not even the Ambassadors currently speaking with one another about the good you have done here today ... can hear this conversation."

Reassured by Anya, Vasily explained, "My vote, while the correct thing to do ... for the People of Russia ... and for the people of the world ... it will leave me unpopular with the President of my country."

"I know of Vladimir Putin," Anya responded simply without emotion signaling what she might have thought of him personally. "How can I help you, Ambassador?"

"You can eliminate him," Vasily said without hesitation. "I ... I don't necessarily mean kill. I simply mean ... remove him from office ... from power. Can you do that...? Do you have the capability?"

"I do, Ambassador," she responded as he had, without hesitation. Then she added, "But I will not. It is not my place to exact ... what do you call it, regime change?" She could see the concern -- fear even -- in his face and body language. Then, smiling a bit, she offered, "But I can provide you with the information you need to do this yourself ... if you wish to take on this responsibility."

"I do," he told her. "I do very much."

Anya repeated her traditional farewell gesture and words, adding before they went their separate ways, "I will send someone to you lodging tonight ... to hash out the details. You have only to turn on your satellite phone and speak into it I am alone and ready to speak, and my Representative will appear. You should be alone, however, without the threat of interruption."

"I will make this happen, Queen Anya," he said, repeating her Yallan farewell before smiling happily and going to join his Ambassadors.

Anya moved to a portion of the theater's stage away from the others where she was suddenly surrounded by another large, transparent bubble through which they could see her again repeating her Yallan gesture. And then, in a blinding flash, she was gone.