ILLYRIAN
Druish Pervonian Wizard
Buffy Giles and Willow are from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they are the property of Joss Whedon, they are not my property, the fan-fic is for the entertainment of others, not for my reward.
BUFFY MEETS THE DEVILS DAUGHTER
part 1
Brian and Graham looked at the building site, then to what
would be the service area.
“So the trucks will come in this way here do any unloading there
or any loading in that area half way along,” said Graham.
“Agreed, if we have the cleaning bays along the end wall all the
drainage ditches can be combined into one central ditch along
the end wall and along this side, a half inch slope to the middle
for the water catchment, then a few drains.”
“Makes sense to me, let’s have a chat with Mr Freeman, if we
get the ok for it we could have it ready for cementing today.”
So they went to the site foreman’s office.
“We would like to have a look at the factory plans,” said Brian.
“Which area do you want to see?” asked Mr Freeman.
“What do you think Brian? The exterior of the loading bay area.”
“What is it you want to see?” asked Mr Freeman.
“The loading and unloading areas and the cleaning, primarily.
Specifically all the drainage system plans for that area.”
“What are you thinking of?”
“One central drain pipe instead of several small ones,” said Brian.
“What would you need to do it this way?” asked Mr Freeman.
“Your say so, then get Geoff with his JCB up there, we could
have the ditch done ready for the pipe, in fact if the cleaning
hoses and the gutter down pipe were positioned we could have
it all done and cemented in a week instead of the two and a
half weeks that has been allowed.”
“Go for it,” said Mr Freeman.
As they are leaving Graham goes to the JCB operator.
“I will go and make a start marking out where the drainage
trenches will be.”
Graham arranged with the JCB operator to be there in about an
hour’s time. After he had helped move some sand that had been
left in the wrong place.
Graham got back to Brian as he was starting on the central drain.
“Like you say by putting the trench in the middle it will save
a lot of time,” agreed Graham.
“If we mark out where the ditch is in this yellow spray it will
be easier to see.”
“Right, when the JCB gets here, we could let Geoff know the
ditches can be done ready for the pipes to be put in.”
They had just finished marking where the ditches were to be
dug when Geoff got to them.
“The yellow line, that is the main ditch?” asked Geoff.
“I will be watching where you are digging. Just to make sure
every thing is ok.”
“Think I will do it wrong do you Brian?” asked Geoff.
“Not really, it is just that we had a game of noughts and crosses
with the red and yellow spray paint back there.”
“It might be a bit confusing that area,” said Brian, grinning.
Geoff started digging a trench for the drains, he was getting
near the required depth when Graham signals for him to stop.
“Hey Geoff, Graham come and look at this.”
Brian jumps into the ditch, he clears the ground away to reveal a
body. As he is climbing out of the ditch Geoff asks what it is?.
“I am not sure.”
“It looks like a mannequin, but that far down?” asked Graham.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly,” agreed Brian.
“I wonder what this area used to be?” asked Graham.
“What has that got to do with anything,” said Brian.
“Well if we knew what this place was before, that would help
trying to figure out how it got there.”
“Look at where it is! it would have to be a thousand years old to
be that far down,” suggested Geoff.
“That rules out the mannequin theory then,” agreed Graham.
“I did not want you to say that.”
“Why not?” asked Brian.
“Because now the question is what else could it be?”
“I will go and get the Foreman here,” said Graham.
“I would like a closer look but if the sides collapse getting out
would be hard,” said Geoff.
“I was just been down there,” stated Brian.
“Does not mean that it is safe though, does it?” asked Geoff.
“Ok, if we mark where it is with a pipe upright in the ground,
one at each end of it. We could put some steps in, where do you
suggest we dig?”
“At right angles, a few feet from each end. Make some steps so
that it is easier to get back up,” said Geoff after a bit of thought.
“We could have an overflow for the pipe just there so putting
somewhere that will give us a safe access to that body would be
good,” added Brian.
Brian watched as Geoff started making the area safe.
“You know this continues to get stranger,” said Brian.
“Yes, like I said, it wasn’t dropped in there last year. It is to far
down,” agreed Geoff..
Mr Freeman and Graham joined them.
“You were doing a good job, so, what have you got here?”
Graham pointed to it.
“Is that what the fuss is about? It just looks like a big doll.”
“I think we all agree with that, what sort of doll is the question.”
“So why stop work for it?” asked Mr Freeman
“That is a bit deep for something buried last year,” said Graham.
“I see what you mean, let us have a better look at it. Brian went
down into the ditch, then rolled it over.”
“Ruddy heck! What on earth is that thing?”
“It is about as long as me but that face? those eyes? they are
massive,” stated Graham.
“Oh come on they are not that big, hang on, I have seen them
before. It is like an alien! Only I thought they were all about
three foot high though.”
“As far as I remember there some seen in Australia, that were
this tall,” said Brian.
“Can you bring it up here? let us all have a better look at it?”
Graham went down to it and helped Brian carry it up.
“This is getting weirder by the minute!” exclaimed Brian.
“What do you mean now?” asked Mr Freeman.
“Can any of you remember what the ground was like before the
trench was dug?” asked Brian.
“Mainly untouched ground?”
“Exactly, there weren’t any tyre tracks, no areas that looked like
they had been freshly dug. No, that thing had been down there a
long time.”
“What was it like to carry?”
“That is the other point, it bends and in the right places but it
felt hard to the touch,” said Brian.
“So?”
“It bends? mannequins don’t bend. The arms and the legs, they
only bend one way. Like ours.”
“Like ours?” asked Graham.
“I think we had better get the police, close this area, then get the
military involved.”
“Now don’t you think that might be a bit much Brian?” asked
Mr Freeman.
“Really, you think so? then there is something else. Have a good
look at its legs, it is leaking red stuff?”
They all look at it.
“I see what you mean, but it cannot be blood, can it? even if
it is a flaming alien!”
“Well we cannot chuck it back in the hole, I will never be able
to forget it,” said Graham.
“I would like a few answers as well,” said Geoff.
“Oh crap! oh well, alright, I will get the police in, while I am
gone can you rope this whole area off, if I had a tent I would
put it over that thing,” said Mr Freeman.
That afternoon in a nearby military base three surgeons had been
gathered to do an autopsy on it.
“Well they say bad news comes in three’s,” said Mr Andrews.
“You have lost me? three things?” asked Mr Davies.
“This body, there is a report of a big metal tubular thing having
been uncovered where they are putting a pit for a stone quarry
not far from here.”
“That is only two things,” said Mr Davies.
“Good isn’t it!, I wonder what is next?” asked Mr Andrews.
Mr Roper removes the cover over the instruments for the autopsy.
“Any-one any idea what to expect?” asked Mr Roper
“It is meant to be an alien! and from the look of the instruments,
presumably its body is in good condition,” said Mr Andrews
“Why do you say that?” asked Mr Roper.
“It must be in good condition, they want us here and we are all
surgeons. That and those tools aren’t for working with the
remains of one.”
Mr Davies goes to then looks out of the doors.
“Have we got long till it is brought here?”
“Why”
“After what you just said Mr Andrews, I was thinking about
putting the kettle on. I think I need a cuppa right now.”
“That is a good idea,” said Mr Andrews.
“Hopefully this other bloke should be here by the time we are
to start.”
“Some-one else?, who is it?” asked Mr Roper.
“According to the fax they sent me he is a Dr Rupert Giles, he
is in some strange government department,” stated Mr Andrews
“He isn’t a military surgeon?” asked Mr Roper.
“No, like I say, he is a Government man, him and his assistants,
they deal with green men, although I think I was told something
about D men but I can‘t think of a colour that starts with D,”
said Mr Andrews.
“What? You mean like those S.E.T.I. people? What will people
be saying about us?” asked Mr Davies, “Mind you, I hope it is a
cool name, like The alienators?”
“Well, I suppose it could be, it is what we are going to be
dissecting soon, how about The Dissecticons?” asked Mr Roper.
“Do either of you know who this Dr Giles is?”
“His assistants, who are they?” asked Mr Davies.
“A Miss W. Rosenburg and a Buffy Summers,” said Mr Roper.
“I have heard of them, in a magazine report,” said Mr Davies.
“Yes, I think I read that one,” agreed Mr Roper.
“I would never have guessed that,” said Mr Davies.
“Why?”
“Because you leant me the magazine the article was in.”
He glanced down at the empty table
“That is a thought, why would they have a doctor in the S.E.T.I.
program?” asked Mr Davies
“I thought S.E.T.I. was just explorations, a telescope, or those
satellite dishes.”
“So why a medical doctor?” asked Mr Roper, “Unless they
already have something.”
“If they haven’t, I’m guessing they soon will have soon. Just a
thought here but he could be a doctor in another field and what
you said earlier Mr Andrews, was it D men or demon?” asked
Mr Davies
“I think I will stick with science fiction, sod the demonology lark,
oh hang on, we have incoming.”
Four soldiers carried in a stretcher, on it a long plastic body bag,
which they put on the table.
“So what have we got soldier? What does that thing look like?”
“We did not want to look sir, none of us wanted to.”
“None of us, it is not human, that was enough.”
“Well I can’t wait. I am going to have a look,” said Mr Andrews.
“We will be going then.” The four soldiers left them.
“Who will do the honours then?”
Mr Davies slowly pulled back the bag, making sure that none
of the body was stuck to the plastic.
“How far down was this found?” asked Mr Davies
“About two yards in a drainage ditch that was being dug.”
“Why did you ask that?”
“Because I have seen these aliens before, loads of times in loads
of places,” said Mr Roper.
“Really? where?” asked Mr Andrews.
“Let me see, the film Close Encounters, those Viking aliens
from Stargate and then there are all the sightings.”
“These markings on its neck?” asked Mr Davies
Mr Roper looks at the aliens neck.
“I do not think they are markings.”
“What do you mean?” asked Mr Davies.
“This is a joint or a hinge!” exclaimed Mr Roper.
“Is that thing is a helmet?”
He felt around its neck.
“I see what you mean, it could be at that, here look at this
there is a slide on each side of the neck.”
As he slid both of them back its head came off!. Surprised,
they looked to each other.
“The Government people should be dealing with this, not us,
I will see about getting some-one here,” said Mr Andrews.
“Wait a minute!” said Mr Davies.
“What is it?”
“Look at it, the head, it is empty apart from three tubes.”
Mr Andrews looks at its head.
“What could they be?”
“I know what they mean to me,” said Mr Davies.
“What is that?”
“Time for another cuppa.”
“Good idea, I will use the phone while we are waiting for the
kettle to boil,” said Mr Andrews.
Mr Andrews waited patiently for the phone to be answered.
The receptionist at the Ministry of Defence answered the phone.
“Can I help you?”
“My name is Andrews, I am part of the team of four surgeons in
Bristol, I am meant to report to a Mr Griffin, I need to speak to
him now, it is urgent.”
“Hold on sir, I am just putting you through.”
“Hello, Mr Andrews, I did not expect to hear from you yet.”
“We’ve had a few developments, we want the security increased
here, get some of your people here. Oh! .. just a minute.”
He covers the mouthpiece.
He looks at Mr Davies pointing to the alien, then the alien.
“Mr Griffin, the sooner you can get some people here the better,
a few tanks would not go amiss we have a big problem now.”
“What is it?, what is wrong?”
“The alien that was brought in, I do not know how but that thing,
it just sat up, it is alive!. And you wanted us to perform an
autopsy on it?”
“I will get security people there as fast as I can. There are three
others, they should be nearly there,” said Mr Griffin.
Within ten minutes there were armed guards at the door, a few
minutes later a man and two woman walked into the room.
“Who are you?” asked Mr Roper.
“This is Fox and this is Scully, I am Van Helsing.”
“Who?” asked Mr Davies.
“We investigate alien cases. The English X-Files,” said Mr Giles.
The four surgeons look at them.
“This is Miss Willow Rosenburg, Miss Buffy Summers and I am
Mr Giles. We are the government experts you wanted. Just call
us by our names.”
“We wanted experts in alien technology not what you do.”
“Our bosses are trying to convert us,” said Giles.
“Us? experts at alien’s?” asked Buffy.
Giles smiles to her.
“So, where is it?”
“That little chappie?” asked Mr Davies.
“Whose idea was it to sit it up?“ asked Giles.
“It chose to do that by itself.”
“That is a first!, a living alien, hmmm,” remarked Willow.
“The alien is not like us, ten minutes ago we took its head off.”
“And yet it lives,” said Giles.
Willow looks at him and smiles. “He always wanted to say that.”
“He has? why? asked Mr Roper.
“He loves the old Frankenstein films,” said Buffy.
Willow walks toward the alien.
“Careful miss, not to close,” said Mr Davies.
She looks at it, studying its face.
“I wonder? what to ask you first? do you speak English?”
“Telling it to look at me? that is out then,” said Giles.
The alien’s head turns towards Giles. They step back, quickly.
“Did it understand what I said?” asked Giles.
“No, I don’t think it could have done, it must have just been a
reflex reaction.”
“But it moved, does that mean is it really alive?”
“I thought you said it sat up?”
Miss Rosenburg moved closer to the alien again.
“Look at my feet, then look at my eyes?” asked Buffy.
The alien did as she asked.
“Do you understand English?” asked Buffy.
“Why did you ask it that?” asked Mr Roper.
“He followed a command, but did not answer a question.”
“So?”
“Just like a robot, was that how they described it before?” asked
Willow.
“Yes, but one that understands our language?” asked Giles.
“Or we understand his language!” exclaimed Buffy.
“Before we say that to those big-wigs we had better have some
proof.”
“And what do we ask? forget twenty questions, this could be
at least twenty thousand. And if we get the answers we want,
there will be another twenty thousand questions,” said Buffy.
“So let’s start with how he got here,” said Giles.
He faces Mr Davies.
“Where did it come from? What direction was it?”
“It would be that way,” replied Mr Davies.
He points the direction, Giles faces the alien.
“Which way is your space ship.”
The alien points the opposite way to Mr Davies.
“I think we can rule out the reflex actions.”
“Which way were you going?” asked Willow.
The alien points the same way that Mr Davies did.
“Was it much further?”
THE ALIEN, “Yes.”
They all stand back.
“My god! ... it speaks!” exclaimed Mr Davies.
“Not just that Mr Davies, he can speak English,” added Willow.
THE ALIEN, “Yes, my power is returning.”
“It seems that you were right, we are speaking his language,
is there a map we can have? and double the guards here.”
“There should be a map in the office, I will get it.”
He goes into the office then comes back with several maps, of
Bristol, Cardiff, Bath and Salisbury plus the surrounding areas.
“Will these do?”
Giles looks to the Alien, “Where was it that you were going?”
The alien looks at the maps, then points to an area on a map.
THE ALIEN, “I need to go here.”
Giles looked at where the alien pointed to.
“That is quite a way outside the city.”
“I need to call for help, we crashed there.”
“Ignoring the obvious,” said Giles.
“What is the obvious?”
“The alien just said ‘we crashed‘, there are more aliens! he also
said they are here, so, who is this they? are they friends?”
“When you get there, is the help there?”
THE ALIEN, “Our spacecraft is there.”
“So where is the help?”
The alien looks about the room, it goes to a whiteboard then
tries to make a mark on it with his finger.
“I know what he wants, a marker pen,” said Mr Andrews.
He picks up a pen and hands it to the alien.
The alien draws a circle, then a short distance from that it draws
a smaller circle then points to the larger circle then points down.
“Oh my!”
Willow goes to the whiteboard and points to the larger circle,
then she points down. “The earth, and that makes the smaller
circle the moon! Where is your help on the moon?”
THE ALIEN, “The ... you would call it the mother craft is on
the far side off the moon, they will signal for our help.”
“How will you get a message to it though?. Like this?”
He draws a line of a message going to a spaceship via
satellites on the dark side of the moon. The alien looks at
the lines around the moon.
THE ALIEN, “No, straight to our mother-ship.”
“Straight through the moon? your help is there?”
THE ALIEN, “No it is several days away, many hundred light
years to you.”
“Before you said we? is there many more here? have you
been on this planet before?” asked Giles.
THE ALIEN, “The other me is ... that way, there should be
others here, near to what you know as Stonehenge.”
“How do you know about Stonehenge?” asked Willow.
THE ALIEN, “We built both of them.”
“Both of them? where is the other one?”
THE ALIEN, “The one that was there before that one.”
“You have been here before?” asked Giles.
THE ALIEN, “Yes we were known to your kind, on our first
time here we were known as the Sumerians, on our second
time here you knew us as Druids.”
There is a knock at the door, going to see who it is Buffy
opens the door. A soldier walks in. “This fax just came for
you people miss.” She reads the fax. then asks the soldier
“Thank you, can you get a truck for us?”
She goes to and hands the fax to Giles and Willow.
“We may have the space ship that crashed,” said Giles.
“Where?” asked Willow.
“In a tunnel under the River Severn.”
“We have a few minutes until they organise a truck for us, so let
us see what we can find out before we have to go,” said Buffy.
“Where we found you, why were you there?” asked Mr Davies.
THE ALIEN, “My power cells had run empty, then I was
covered with soil before I recharged.”
“What power cells?”
THE ALIEN, “I am a solar panel, the sun gives me energy.”
“So how are you moving now, there is no sun in here?”
THE ALIEN, “The energy from the sun will easily get to me.”
“Now when you said about finding the others, who are they?”
THE ALIEN, “They are our enemies, they are the Pavmirse.
That was the message, as they were here then they may still
be here.”
The soldier opens the door, “Excuse me Miss, the transport is
here. Sir, the minister is here as well.”
“Before we go, would your enemies be our enemies as well?”
THE ALIEN, “Yes.”
Passing any directions to the driver of the truck they started to
make their move. They the A303 road to Stonehenge. As they
passed near to the city of Exeter the alien gave them more and
more directions until they were at a theme park. Although none
of them knew what was in the theme park as the park was
called F.E.T.I. Park.
Driving into the park the people in the back were watching
what was around then.
“What does F.E.T.I. stand for?” asked Mr Andrews.
“I assume it is something similar to S.E.T.I.,” replied Willow.
“What does that mean?” asked Mr Roper. “The Search for
Extra Terrestrial Intelligence,” she replied.
“But what would the F stand for?”
“I do not think that my mother would have approved of me
saying what it is,” said Buffy.
“Why is that?” asked Mr Davies.
“She kept on at me when I was younger not to use the F word.”
“I think I should be alright saying it, I reckon it is Found, it was
about alien life forms or their craft,” said Willow.
“If you look up on the ridge you will see a spaceship so as far
as these people are concerned, the intelligence may have been
found.”
He knocks on the window, then directs them to the ridge. As
they get closer to the parking area for the spaceship, a plaque
was noticed. Mr Griffin got out of the cab and read it aloud.
It read of that type of craft having been seen over Moscow,
Mexico and parts of Britain. It stated that it was a copy of a
craft that had crashed in Russia. Mr Angrows went and had a
closer look at the spaceship, when he got back. “Copy my eye!,
if it is a copy, it is a very good one. It looks the same as the one
in the tunnel, it even feels the same.”
Mr Griffin got back into the truck he directed the driver to keep
going the same way.
“There is a crossroads up ahead, to the left is a space-ship, to the
right is another type of space-ship. Straight ahead are the main
buildings. The sign says there is a space craft in there, so which
way people.”
“We should go to the main buildings, if for no other reason than
to get a guide to what is here and how to get there.”
As they drove into the parking area the driver pointed to a sign
showing this way and a bit further along the track was another
sign that read TO.
“Follow the signs,” said Mr Griffin to the driver.
He told the people in the back what they were doing. As they
drove along the track. “There is another sign on the corner a bit
further on, it has A MOTHER.” Once they passed the sign
another became visible OF A SPACE SHIP, as they passed that
sign and around the corner, on the inside of the corner was
another sign, NOW LOOK LEFT. Passing the sign a massive
spaceship was seen.
“Cripes, now that is big!”
TO BE CONTINUED
BUFFY MEETS THE DEVILS DAUGHTER
part 1
Brian and Graham looked at the building site, then to what
would be the service area.
“So the trucks will come in this way here do any unloading there
or any loading in that area half way along,” said Graham.
“Agreed, if we have the cleaning bays along the end wall all the
drainage ditches can be combined into one central ditch along
the end wall and along this side, a half inch slope to the middle
for the water catchment, then a few drains.”
“Makes sense to me, let’s have a chat with Mr Freeman, if we
get the ok for it we could have it ready for cementing today.”
So they went to the site foreman’s office.
“We would like to have a look at the factory plans,” said Brian.
“Which area do you want to see?” asked Mr Freeman.
“What do you think Brian? The exterior of the loading bay area.”
“What is it you want to see?” asked Mr Freeman.
“The loading and unloading areas and the cleaning, primarily.
Specifically all the drainage system plans for that area.”
“What are you thinking of?”
“One central drain pipe instead of several small ones,” said Brian.
“What would you need to do it this way?” asked Mr Freeman.
“Your say so, then get Geoff with his JCB up there, we could
have the ditch done ready for the pipe, in fact if the cleaning
hoses and the gutter down pipe were positioned we could have
it all done and cemented in a week instead of the two and a
half weeks that has been allowed.”
“Go for it,” said Mr Freeman.
As they are leaving Graham goes to the JCB operator.
“I will go and make a start marking out where the drainage
trenches will be.”
Graham arranged with the JCB operator to be there in about an
hour’s time. After he had helped move some sand that had been
left in the wrong place.
Graham got back to Brian as he was starting on the central drain.
“Like you say by putting the trench in the middle it will save
a lot of time,” agreed Graham.
“If we mark out where the ditch is in this yellow spray it will
be easier to see.”
“Right, when the JCB gets here, we could let Geoff know the
ditches can be done ready for the pipes to be put in.”
They had just finished marking where the ditches were to be
dug when Geoff got to them.
“The yellow line, that is the main ditch?” asked Geoff.
“I will be watching where you are digging. Just to make sure
every thing is ok.”
“Think I will do it wrong do you Brian?” asked Geoff.
“Not really, it is just that we had a game of noughts and crosses
with the red and yellow spray paint back there.”
“It might be a bit confusing that area,” said Brian, grinning.
Geoff started digging a trench for the drains, he was getting
near the required depth when Graham signals for him to stop.
“Hey Geoff, Graham come and look at this.”
Brian jumps into the ditch, he clears the ground away to reveal a
body. As he is climbing out of the ditch Geoff asks what it is?.
“I am not sure.”
“It looks like a mannequin, but that far down?” asked Graham.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly,” agreed Brian.
“I wonder what this area used to be?” asked Graham.
“What has that got to do with anything,” said Brian.
“Well if we knew what this place was before, that would help
trying to figure out how it got there.”
“Look at where it is! it would have to be a thousand years old to
be that far down,” suggested Geoff.
“That rules out the mannequin theory then,” agreed Graham.
“I did not want you to say that.”
“Why not?” asked Brian.
“Because now the question is what else could it be?”
“I will go and get the Foreman here,” said Graham.
“I would like a closer look but if the sides collapse getting out
would be hard,” said Geoff.
“I was just been down there,” stated Brian.
“Does not mean that it is safe though, does it?” asked Geoff.
“Ok, if we mark where it is with a pipe upright in the ground,
one at each end of it. We could put some steps in, where do you
suggest we dig?”
“At right angles, a few feet from each end. Make some steps so
that it is easier to get back up,” said Geoff after a bit of thought.
“We could have an overflow for the pipe just there so putting
somewhere that will give us a safe access to that body would be
good,” added Brian.
Brian watched as Geoff started making the area safe.
“You know this continues to get stranger,” said Brian.
“Yes, like I said, it wasn’t dropped in there last year. It is to far
down,” agreed Geoff..
Mr Freeman and Graham joined them.
“You were doing a good job, so, what have you got here?”
Graham pointed to it.
“Is that what the fuss is about? It just looks like a big doll.”
“I think we all agree with that, what sort of doll is the question.”
“So why stop work for it?” asked Mr Freeman
“That is a bit deep for something buried last year,” said Graham.
“I see what you mean, let us have a better look at it. Brian went
down into the ditch, then rolled it over.”
“Ruddy heck! What on earth is that thing?”
“It is about as long as me but that face? those eyes? they are
massive,” stated Graham.
“Oh come on they are not that big, hang on, I have seen them
before. It is like an alien! Only I thought they were all about
three foot high though.”
“As far as I remember there some seen in Australia, that were
this tall,” said Brian.
“Can you bring it up here? let us all have a better look at it?”
Graham went down to it and helped Brian carry it up.
“This is getting weirder by the minute!” exclaimed Brian.
“What do you mean now?” asked Mr Freeman.
“Can any of you remember what the ground was like before the
trench was dug?” asked Brian.
“Mainly untouched ground?”
“Exactly, there weren’t any tyre tracks, no areas that looked like
they had been freshly dug. No, that thing had been down there a
long time.”
“What was it like to carry?”
“That is the other point, it bends and in the right places but it
felt hard to the touch,” said Brian.
“So?”
“It bends? mannequins don’t bend. The arms and the legs, they
only bend one way. Like ours.”
“Like ours?” asked Graham.
“I think we had better get the police, close this area, then get the
military involved.”
“Now don’t you think that might be a bit much Brian?” asked
Mr Freeman.
“Really, you think so? then there is something else. Have a good
look at its legs, it is leaking red stuff?”
They all look at it.
“I see what you mean, but it cannot be blood, can it? even if
it is a flaming alien!”
“Well we cannot chuck it back in the hole, I will never be able
to forget it,” said Graham.
“I would like a few answers as well,” said Geoff.
“Oh crap! oh well, alright, I will get the police in, while I am
gone can you rope this whole area off, if I had a tent I would
put it over that thing,” said Mr Freeman.
That afternoon in a nearby military base three surgeons had been
gathered to do an autopsy on it.
“Well they say bad news comes in three’s,” said Mr Andrews.
“You have lost me? three things?” asked Mr Davies.
“This body, there is a report of a big metal tubular thing having
been uncovered where they are putting a pit for a stone quarry
not far from here.”
“That is only two things,” said Mr Davies.
“Good isn’t it!, I wonder what is next?” asked Mr Andrews.
Mr Roper removes the cover over the instruments for the autopsy.
“Any-one any idea what to expect?” asked Mr Roper
“It is meant to be an alien! and from the look of the instruments,
presumably its body is in good condition,” said Mr Andrews
“Why do you say that?” asked Mr Roper.
“It must be in good condition, they want us here and we are all
surgeons. That and those tools aren’t for working with the
remains of one.”
Mr Davies goes to then looks out of the doors.
“Have we got long till it is brought here?”
“Why”
“After what you just said Mr Andrews, I was thinking about
putting the kettle on. I think I need a cuppa right now.”
“That is a good idea,” said Mr Andrews.
“Hopefully this other bloke should be here by the time we are
to start.”
“Some-one else?, who is it?” asked Mr Roper.
“According to the fax they sent me he is a Dr Rupert Giles, he
is in some strange government department,” stated Mr Andrews
“He isn’t a military surgeon?” asked Mr Roper.
“No, like I say, he is a Government man, him and his assistants,
they deal with green men, although I think I was told something
about D men but I can‘t think of a colour that starts with D,”
said Mr Andrews.
“What? You mean like those S.E.T.I. people? What will people
be saying about us?” asked Mr Davies, “Mind you, I hope it is a
cool name, like The alienators?”
“Well, I suppose it could be, it is what we are going to be
dissecting soon, how about The Dissecticons?” asked Mr Roper.
“Do either of you know who this Dr Giles is?”
“His assistants, who are they?” asked Mr Davies.
“A Miss W. Rosenburg and a Buffy Summers,” said Mr Roper.
“I have heard of them, in a magazine report,” said Mr Davies.
“Yes, I think I read that one,” agreed Mr Roper.
“I would never have guessed that,” said Mr Davies.
“Why?”
“Because you leant me the magazine the article was in.”
He glanced down at the empty table
“That is a thought, why would they have a doctor in the S.E.T.I.
program?” asked Mr Davies
“I thought S.E.T.I. was just explorations, a telescope, or those
satellite dishes.”
“So why a medical doctor?” asked Mr Roper, “Unless they
already have something.”
“If they haven’t, I’m guessing they soon will have soon. Just a
thought here but he could be a doctor in another field and what
you said earlier Mr Andrews, was it D men or demon?” asked
Mr Davies
“I think I will stick with science fiction, sod the demonology lark,
oh hang on, we have incoming.”
Four soldiers carried in a stretcher, on it a long plastic body bag,
which they put on the table.
“So what have we got soldier? What does that thing look like?”
“We did not want to look sir, none of us wanted to.”
“None of us, it is not human, that was enough.”
“Well I can’t wait. I am going to have a look,” said Mr Andrews.
“We will be going then.” The four soldiers left them.
“Who will do the honours then?”
Mr Davies slowly pulled back the bag, making sure that none
of the body was stuck to the plastic.
“How far down was this found?” asked Mr Davies
“About two yards in a drainage ditch that was being dug.”
“Why did you ask that?”
“Because I have seen these aliens before, loads of times in loads
of places,” said Mr Roper.
“Really? where?” asked Mr Andrews.
“Let me see, the film Close Encounters, those Viking aliens
from Stargate and then there are all the sightings.”
“These markings on its neck?” asked Mr Davies
Mr Roper looks at the aliens neck.
“I do not think they are markings.”
“What do you mean?” asked Mr Davies.
“This is a joint or a hinge!” exclaimed Mr Roper.
“Is that thing is a helmet?”
He felt around its neck.
“I see what you mean, it could be at that, here look at this
there is a slide on each side of the neck.”
As he slid both of them back its head came off!. Surprised,
they looked to each other.
“The Government people should be dealing with this, not us,
I will see about getting some-one here,” said Mr Andrews.
“Wait a minute!” said Mr Davies.
“What is it?”
“Look at it, the head, it is empty apart from three tubes.”
Mr Andrews looks at its head.
“What could they be?”
“I know what they mean to me,” said Mr Davies.
“What is that?”
“Time for another cuppa.”
“Good idea, I will use the phone while we are waiting for the
kettle to boil,” said Mr Andrews.
Mr Andrews waited patiently for the phone to be answered.
The receptionist at the Ministry of Defence answered the phone.
“Can I help you?”
“My name is Andrews, I am part of the team of four surgeons in
Bristol, I am meant to report to a Mr Griffin, I need to speak to
him now, it is urgent.”
“Hold on sir, I am just putting you through.”
“Hello, Mr Andrews, I did not expect to hear from you yet.”
“We’ve had a few developments, we want the security increased
here, get some of your people here. Oh! .. just a minute.”
He covers the mouthpiece.
He looks at Mr Davies pointing to the alien, then the alien.
“Mr Griffin, the sooner you can get some people here the better,
a few tanks would not go amiss we have a big problem now.”
“What is it?, what is wrong?”
“The alien that was brought in, I do not know how but that thing,
it just sat up, it is alive!. And you wanted us to perform an
autopsy on it?”
“I will get security people there as fast as I can. There are three
others, they should be nearly there,” said Mr Griffin.
Within ten minutes there were armed guards at the door, a few
minutes later a man and two woman walked into the room.
“Who are you?” asked Mr Roper.
“This is Fox and this is Scully, I am Van Helsing.”
“Who?” asked Mr Davies.
“We investigate alien cases. The English X-Files,” said Mr Giles.
The four surgeons look at them.
“This is Miss Willow Rosenburg, Miss Buffy Summers and I am
Mr Giles. We are the government experts you wanted. Just call
us by our names.”
“We wanted experts in alien technology not what you do.”
“Our bosses are trying to convert us,” said Giles.
“Us? experts at alien’s?” asked Buffy.
Giles smiles to her.
“So, where is it?”
“That little chappie?” asked Mr Davies.
“Whose idea was it to sit it up?“ asked Giles.
“It chose to do that by itself.”
“That is a first!, a living alien, hmmm,” remarked Willow.
“The alien is not like us, ten minutes ago we took its head off.”
“And yet it lives,” said Giles.
Willow looks at him and smiles. “He always wanted to say that.”
“He has? why? asked Mr Roper.
“He loves the old Frankenstein films,” said Buffy.
Willow walks toward the alien.
“Careful miss, not to close,” said Mr Davies.
She looks at it, studying its face.
“I wonder? what to ask you first? do you speak English?”
“Telling it to look at me? that is out then,” said Giles.
The alien’s head turns towards Giles. They step back, quickly.
“Did it understand what I said?” asked Giles.
“No, I don’t think it could have done, it must have just been a
reflex reaction.”
“But it moved, does that mean is it really alive?”
“I thought you said it sat up?”
Miss Rosenburg moved closer to the alien again.
“Look at my feet, then look at my eyes?” asked Buffy.
The alien did as she asked.
“Do you understand English?” asked Buffy.
“Why did you ask it that?” asked Mr Roper.
“He followed a command, but did not answer a question.”
“So?”
“Just like a robot, was that how they described it before?” asked
Willow.
“Yes, but one that understands our language?” asked Giles.
“Or we understand his language!” exclaimed Buffy.
“Before we say that to those big-wigs we had better have some
proof.”
“And what do we ask? forget twenty questions, this could be
at least twenty thousand. And if we get the answers we want,
there will be another twenty thousand questions,” said Buffy.
“So let’s start with how he got here,” said Giles.
He faces Mr Davies.
“Where did it come from? What direction was it?”
“It would be that way,” replied Mr Davies.
He points the direction, Giles faces the alien.
“Which way is your space ship.”
The alien points the opposite way to Mr Davies.
“I think we can rule out the reflex actions.”
“Which way were you going?” asked Willow.
The alien points the same way that Mr Davies did.
“Was it much further?”
THE ALIEN, “Yes.”
They all stand back.
“My god! ... it speaks!” exclaimed Mr Davies.
“Not just that Mr Davies, he can speak English,” added Willow.
THE ALIEN, “Yes, my power is returning.”
“It seems that you were right, we are speaking his language,
is there a map we can have? and double the guards here.”
“There should be a map in the office, I will get it.”
He goes into the office then comes back with several maps, of
Bristol, Cardiff, Bath and Salisbury plus the surrounding areas.
“Will these do?”
Giles looks to the Alien, “Where was it that you were going?”
The alien looks at the maps, then points to an area on a map.
THE ALIEN, “I need to go here.”
Giles looked at where the alien pointed to.
“That is quite a way outside the city.”
“I need to call for help, we crashed there.”
“Ignoring the obvious,” said Giles.
“What is the obvious?”
“The alien just said ‘we crashed‘, there are more aliens! he also
said they are here, so, who is this they? are they friends?”
“When you get there, is the help there?”
THE ALIEN, “Our spacecraft is there.”
“So where is the help?”
The alien looks about the room, it goes to a whiteboard then
tries to make a mark on it with his finger.
“I know what he wants, a marker pen,” said Mr Andrews.
He picks up a pen and hands it to the alien.
The alien draws a circle, then a short distance from that it draws
a smaller circle then points to the larger circle then points down.
“Oh my!”
Willow goes to the whiteboard and points to the larger circle,
then she points down. “The earth, and that makes the smaller
circle the moon! Where is your help on the moon?”
THE ALIEN, “The ... you would call it the mother craft is on
the far side off the moon, they will signal for our help.”
“How will you get a message to it though?. Like this?”
He draws a line of a message going to a spaceship via
satellites on the dark side of the moon. The alien looks at
the lines around the moon.
THE ALIEN, “No, straight to our mother-ship.”
“Straight through the moon? your help is there?”
THE ALIEN, “No it is several days away, many hundred light
years to you.”
“Before you said we? is there many more here? have you
been on this planet before?” asked Giles.
THE ALIEN, “The other me is ... that way, there should be
others here, near to what you know as Stonehenge.”
“How do you know about Stonehenge?” asked Willow.
THE ALIEN, “We built both of them.”
“Both of them? where is the other one?”
THE ALIEN, “The one that was there before that one.”
“You have been here before?” asked Giles.
THE ALIEN, “Yes we were known to your kind, on our first
time here we were known as the Sumerians, on our second
time here you knew us as Druids.”
There is a knock at the door, going to see who it is Buffy
opens the door. A soldier walks in. “This fax just came for
you people miss.” She reads the fax. then asks the soldier
“Thank you, can you get a truck for us?”
She goes to and hands the fax to Giles and Willow.
“We may have the space ship that crashed,” said Giles.
“Where?” asked Willow.
“In a tunnel under the River Severn.”
“We have a few minutes until they organise a truck for us, so let
us see what we can find out before we have to go,” said Buffy.
“Where we found you, why were you there?” asked Mr Davies.
THE ALIEN, “My power cells had run empty, then I was
covered with soil before I recharged.”
“What power cells?”
THE ALIEN, “I am a solar panel, the sun gives me energy.”
“So how are you moving now, there is no sun in here?”
THE ALIEN, “The energy from the sun will easily get to me.”
“Now when you said about finding the others, who are they?”
THE ALIEN, “They are our enemies, they are the Pavmirse.
That was the message, as they were here then they may still
be here.”
The soldier opens the door, “Excuse me Miss, the transport is
here. Sir, the minister is here as well.”
“Before we go, would your enemies be our enemies as well?”
THE ALIEN, “Yes.”
Passing any directions to the driver of the truck they started to
make their move. They the A303 road to Stonehenge. As they
passed near to the city of Exeter the alien gave them more and
more directions until they were at a theme park. Although none
of them knew what was in the theme park as the park was
called F.E.T.I. Park.
Driving into the park the people in the back were watching
what was around then.
“What does F.E.T.I. stand for?” asked Mr Andrews.
“I assume it is something similar to S.E.T.I.,” replied Willow.
“What does that mean?” asked Mr Roper. “The Search for
Extra Terrestrial Intelligence,” she replied.
“But what would the F stand for?”
“I do not think that my mother would have approved of me
saying what it is,” said Buffy.
“Why is that?” asked Mr Davies.
“She kept on at me when I was younger not to use the F word.”
“I think I should be alright saying it, I reckon it is Found, it was
about alien life forms or their craft,” said Willow.
“If you look up on the ridge you will see a spaceship so as far
as these people are concerned, the intelligence may have been
found.”
He knocks on the window, then directs them to the ridge. As
they get closer to the parking area for the spaceship, a plaque
was noticed. Mr Griffin got out of the cab and read it aloud.
It read of that type of craft having been seen over Moscow,
Mexico and parts of Britain. It stated that it was a copy of a
craft that had crashed in Russia. Mr Angrows went and had a
closer look at the spaceship, when he got back. “Copy my eye!,
if it is a copy, it is a very good one. It looks the same as the one
in the tunnel, it even feels the same.”
Mr Griffin got back into the truck he directed the driver to keep
going the same way.
“There is a crossroads up ahead, to the left is a space-ship, to the
right is another type of space-ship. Straight ahead are the main
buildings. The sign says there is a space craft in there, so which
way people.”
“We should go to the main buildings, if for no other reason than
to get a guide to what is here and how to get there.”
As they drove into the parking area the driver pointed to a sign
showing this way and a bit further along the track was another
sign that read TO.
“Follow the signs,” said Mr Griffin to the driver.
He told the people in the back what they were doing. As they
drove along the track. “There is another sign on the corner a bit
further on, it has A MOTHER.” Once they passed the sign
another became visible OF A SPACE SHIP, as they passed that
sign and around the corner, on the inside of the corner was
another sign, NOW LOOK LEFT. Passing the sign a massive
spaceship was seen.
“Cripes, now that is big!”
TO BE CONTINUED