Chapter 51
"Good morning Mr. President. Come right this way, your joint chiefs have gathered in the situation room."
The mood was tense. All of the joint chiefs had gathered in the situation room. One lone Ha'tak vessel was detected in orbit thirty minutes ago and the military was busy mobilizing a response.
"What are they demanding?"asked the President. The President had just woken up. He was still wearing his silk robe with the official Presidential seal stamped on it along with his face mask and bedroom slippers. Still with the presence of a Goa'uld vessel in orbit, a vessel they have not seen in years, the President was forced to rub the crusty rheum from the corner of his eyes in order to face the incoming crisis.
"We don't know sir. The alien space ship is just sitting there,"said one of the joint chiefs.
"Have we tried to bring it down?"raged the barely woken President.
"We have sir, however, none of our weaponry have been able to bypass their shields,"said another one of the joint chiefs.
"You get my family to the presidential bunker immediately," screamed the President at a nearby aid.
As soon as the President had spoken a brave captain walked into the situation room and whispered something into the President's ear.
"I've just been informed that the Ha'tak vessel has hacked all major broadcasting satellites and has begun transmitting a general message to the entire planet," said the President, a hint of anxiety in his voice.
Suddenly, a static and muffled video of a bald headed man surrounded by men and women of various races appeared on the monitor of the situation room.
"Salutations… My name is Doyle Jenkins, leader of the knights of Genetic purity; but you can call us Genites,"said the unclear image of the man in the monitor. No, we're not aliens, we're not reptilians; we're human. I am sending you all this message today because your government is lying to you. As we speak millions of humans in our fair world are living lives of poverty, sickness, and death. In fact there is a secret alien regime controlling our planet. The politicians, businessmen, and celebrities you all know and love are nothing more than cold blooded reptilians, lizard people, hell bent on ruling our planet. Yes, they gave you democracy; a democracy where all the elections are rigged for them. Yes, they gave you a job; a job where only they get the higher wages and promotions. Yes, they gave you schools and advanced technology; yet you know nothing! Ladies and Gentlemen stop listening to your reptilian overlords and rise up. Did a lizard sleep with your woman? Did they reward a reptilian for the fruit of your labor? Join me as we take back our cities, our countries, and our planet. If you join with me, I promise that you will have a voice. You know, that reminds me. Tomorrow is Election day. Millions of people will go to the polls thinking that their voices will be heard, but we all know the truth. There are millions of people who are kicked under the rug and forgotten. Millions of people like Mack Tynan."
The image of Doyl Jenkins on the monitor disappeared and was replaced by an image of a dark skinned man on the planet's surface. The man was covered head to toe in wires and was wearing a strange and peculiar designed high tech vest. The middle aged man appeared strange and out of place. He wasn't the strangest thing on the screen, however, it was where he was.
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"Is that an elementary school?" asked one of the Generals.
"No, it's not an elementary school – it's a children's hospital," said one of the President's advisors.
As a clearer feed of the children's hospital came through panic and fear set in as the situation room realized why the man in the feed looked out of place.
"It's a bomb!" yelled one of the President's female aids. "He's got on a fucking bomb!"
"Hello, m-m-my name is Mack Tynan. I recently lost my job at Tech Con Security. I was a security guard and the sole provider of my family, I have a wife and three boys. My wife is sick, she has cancer. Since I lost my job I haven't been able to pay for my wife's medicine. Without my job we will not be able to buy food or keep a roof over our head. I asked the government for assistance, but they won't help. I took out a loan and have zero credit left. To make matters worse, I find out a fucking lizard took my old job; A fucking lizard who's grandfather owns the company! I've been working for Tech Con Security for 15 years! I shouldn't have been fired, I should have been given a promotion! I believe in Doyle Jenkins. I believe in the reptilian conspiracy. It's all for them. It's all for fucking, them!
As the man in the strange vest became increasingly more delirious, he opened a duffle bag containing a large rectangular device with strange markings. Its center had been cut out and had been replaced by an assortment of crystals arranged in various colors. The man activated the device and within seconds a large golden energy shield surrounded the entire building.
"If 200 million isn't put in my family's bank account within 1 hour. This entire hospital is going to blow."
"Oh ancestors, he's gonna blow up the hospital!"said the Vice President.
"But All of those people,"groaned the Secretary of State.
Panic set in. Fear and dread filled the Situation Room. Two crises, on one planet. The President's team worked diligently to rectify the problem when more news came in.
"Mr. President, we have the terrorists on the Goa'uld vessel on the line, it's an audio transmission," said a military aid.
"Patch them through the speakers," ordered the bewildered President.
"Hello, can you hear me?" raised the terrorist Doyle Jenkins.
"Yes, we can hear you. Now please tell me. What the hell are you doing and who the hell do you think you are!" screamed the angered President.
"My my, that's not the right way to talk to someone who has a Ha'tak vessel in orbit and a disgruntled employee on the ground; now is it? That's not the right way to talk to them at all; especially since there is an election tomorrow. By the way, I have that disgruntled employee here on the other line, he wants to ask you something.
The audio transmission shifted back to a familiar voice down on the planet's surface.
"Where's… my… money?!" shouted Mack through the Situation room's intercom.
"Excuse me!" replied the President.
"I want my fucking money!"
"Son, this government does not negotiate with terrorists! We have teams of special forces on the way to your location as we speak,"said the President, his commanding voice bellowing across the room. Sure enough, as soon as those words were spoken teams of special forces began to swarm the children's hospital where Mack Tynan was located.
Doyle laughed, "Don't be silly, the same shield that we have over this Ha'Tak vessel is the same shield Mack has over the children's hospital. From the looks of it, you don't have anything that can bring it down. I'll fill you in on a little secret. We have a contact within the Goa'uld System Lords. Their Lord is eager to test out the shields on his new mother ship.
"Traitor!"yelled the Secretary of Defense.
"Oh please,"Doyle responded. "Your kind is no better than the Goa'uld."
"Get the new dreadnaughts! I want our biggest guns on that thing!" said the President.
"Yes, Mr. President,"confirmed one of his Generals.
"For the last time, I urge you and your comrades to stand down now before you are utterly destroyed,"stated the President in his final ultimatum.
"I don't believe you. I'm probably talking to one of their low level Commanders. Tell your superiors that they better find the 200 million for my good friend here, or the children's hospital won't be the only thing exploding today,"said an arrogant Doyle.
The President stood to his feet in the Situation Room, leaned over its large ashen table and said, "Son, do you have any idea who you're talking to?" Standing to his feet. "I'm not some low level Commander. I'm the Commander and Chief.
…I'm Peter Hagan; President of the Hebridean and Serrakin Federation."
