25 — Their Master Plan
The men file into the old Montana base, tiredness sapping their movements. It’d been a long day and night for all of them, and rest was sought after the most. Information was a close second.
“Before we go too much farther,” Turn says, plopping down in one of the chairs in a large meeting room off the hangar, “will someone please tell me what the hell’s goin’ on here… and I don’t just mean a brief synopsis, either. I want to know it all!”
Bennewitz looks to Mark and then the others before settling back on Mark. “He’s come this far… he deserves to know.”
Mark glances down at his watch. “All, you say? Not sure if we have time for all that, but we just might be able to get most of it.”
Walter chuckles. “Good luck with that. Or were you not going to go all the way back to the dinosaurs?”
“Dinosaurs?” Turn says, his face screwing up, although he thinks, maybe it’s not too far-fetched… if that’s what they’re getting at. I mean, dinosaurs are lizards, and Reptilians are lizards, and…
Turn lets those thoughts trail-off, feeling even more confused than ever. Mark seems to read that expression.
“Oh, boy… where to begin?” he says.
“How ‘bout from the top?” Bennewitz says with a laugh.
“Alright,” Marks says, cocking his head, “here goes.” He starts pacing across the room, then a few moments later launches into it. “It all started with the Reptilian invasion of Lyra millennia ago. Initially there were negotiations, but in the end the Lyran system was devastated, with three planets destroyed. This started the human diaspora throughout the galaxy. Eventually we humans settled in 110 different star systems, including the Pleiades and Alpha Centauri.” He shrugs. “Today most of those 110 human races are part of the Star Federation, or what we usually just call the Collective.”
“You see, Turn,” Bennewitz says, “Humans didn’t start here on Earth, but at Lyra… the harp-shaped constellation that’s 25 light years from us.”
“And the Reptilians started at Draco,” Mark says, taking the tale up once again. “No one’s really sure when, but an old Apache Indian from the Dulce area named Robert Morning Sky has an idea. He was given esoteric information from his grandfather about the origins of the Reptilians, information that’s been passed down through the years. Supposedly an alien craft crashed on the reservation, there was one alien survivor named Bkti, and a group of six Indian men found him and nursed him back to health. That was more than a century ago yet that’s how our information on the origins of the earth and the alien societies in contact with us was first learned.”
“A lot to swallow, I know,” Bennewitz says, seeing the look on Turn’s face.
Mark nods to that before continuing. “Supposedly their race appeared in Draco millions of years ago, and its even speculated that they might have come from another dimension or time frame before that. Morning Sky thinks they developed and evolved from dragonflies.” Mark shrugs. “On their own planet the males do have wings… so it’s possible.” He shrugs again. “What we can be sure of is that humans started off around the same time, though down a much different path of enlightenment.
“What you have to understand,” Walter says, “we have souls, the Grays and the Reptilians do not. Yet they crave that higher-level energy that our souls give us, want it for their own. So they steal it, and they’ve been doing so for a very long time.”
Mark nods. “They’re a warlike race and they live to fight and conquer. They’re smart too, though, and take the resources from the places they conquer, whether it’s what’s under the ground or what’s in the bodies of those living atop it… that soul energy that Walter is getting at.”
“Whew!” Turn says with a whistle. “That’s a lot to digest.”
“I know,” Mark says, “I couldn’t believe it all the first time I heard it either. Anyways, the Reptilians started by enslaving conquered societies, but learned that didn’t work too well in the long-run… too much resistance. So over time they started using a banking system that required the contribution of large amounts of resources to a central bank that they controlled.”
“Sound familiar?” Walter says. “They’ve foisted the same system onto us over the centuries, whether it’s the Fugger or De Medicis in Italy, the Vatican Bank later on, or our own three national banks here in America, the latest of which we call the Federal Reserve.”
Turn nods, not so much because he understands it all, but just to let the men know he’s hearing them, and trying to process it.
“So the Reptilians destroy our ancestral system and we humans flee across the universe,” Mark says, picking up the story again. “Draco is 148 light years from Earth, a much greater distance than the 25 light years Lyra is. We thought we’d be safe here… but we were wrong.” Mark lets out a sigh at this point, rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts again. “We humans reached the Milky Way Galaxy and settled on Mars, as well as another planet called Maldech. At that point Maldech was the third planet from the sun. That situation lasted for millions of years before the Reptilians found us.”
“But… I thought you said we were too far away.”
“For a spaceship, maybe, but the Reptilians didn’t come in a spaceship… they came in a planet.”
Turn takes on a strange look at that, and Walter claps him on the shoulder. “Bit much, ain’t it?”
“You can say that again.”
Mark smiles, remembering when he’d heard it all. He hadn’t looked much different. He decides to keep going. “It didn’t take long before Maldech was destroyed. Today its remnants make up our asteroid belt. They also stripped the atmosphere from Mars, forcing the Martian humans underground. It was the only way they could survive.”
“At that point,” Bennewitz says, “many humans came to Earth. It wasn’t what it is today, however. It was a water planet, totally covered. They had to use technology to dry the place out, evaporating all that water up into the atmosphere so that the planet was habitable. The moon was also created so that life could be sustained.”
“Created?” Turn says, his face screwing up in confusion.
“Yeah,” Mark says with a laugh, “it ain’t cheese but it is made of metal. She doesn’t rotate, either, just faces in that one direction.” He takes in a deep breath. “Anyways, the Reptilians weren’t going to let us get away that easy. They chased us right here to Earth, and settled down on the planet as well. They even brought their own flora and fauna. That includes the dinosaurs, which was their food source.”
“Don’t believe it?” Walter says. “Check the fossil record — there’s nothing those beasts could have evolved from… they just appeared.”
“It didn’t take long for the Collective to learn of this pestering so far from them. They got tired of the Reptilians on Earth and sent the Atlanteans here. They colonized the continent of Atlantis. This was a fierce race, one that’d been from Lyra and had fought hard against the Reptilians. After Lyra was destroyed they moved to the Pleiades, but their fighting spirit caused too much trouble. That’s when they were sent to Earth, to both get rid of them and to pit them against the Reptilians. They were able to sink the continent of Lemuria — which was the 6,000-mile wide continent where the Reptilians had settled, and sometimes called simply ‘Mu’ — thus forcing the aliens underground. That was 300,000 years ago and they’ve been there ever since. They didn’t go without a fight, though, and they haven’t stopped fighting since they’ve been down there. It took them awhile, but they tinkered enough with the large belt of natural gas under Atlantis so that it became over-compressed, sinking the continent. That threw Earth into a deep and prolonged dark age, one that lasted for millennia. The fighting never really stopped, however, though by 50,000 years ago it’d heated up again. This led to the nuclear war over what’s now India, culminating in the war’s end around the year 2600 BC. Since then it’s been quiet, with the 2,000 or so Reptilians that are left mostly focused under the Indian subcontinent and in Antarctica.”