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Chapter Two
The XB-034 Stardust

March 23, 2001
Area 51, Nevada - 1326

"I'm sure this'll work. Carrying these will definitly do the job," said the plane engineer. "With this new invention, we'll be able to explore the universe. Oh, the unlimited possibilities..."

Ryan walked around dumbfounded. He'd never think sneaking into a secret base would open his mind to a new challenge. However, he was still thinking about that eerie nightmare that he'd experienced ten years ago. It wasn't as funny now as he'd thought then. Clark shook his head; he walked over to the odd looking spacecraft that was being repaired.
"What is it?" Clark asked to man, who was doing something with the new machine.
"It's a spaceship."
Clark felt annoyed for some reason. "A little more specific?"
The man turned around in dismay. "A spaceship that can travel across the solar system. That better?"

Clark was shocked again. Then he had thought about the Scientific Observations Section in S-10, Ch. 1 of the Life Science University Exam of Harvard. He knew that this guy was nuts and that no spaceship had ever flown that far before.

"Impossible. There's not enough energy for this piece of rusty metal to even climb above the Earth's atmoshpere," Clark shot out.
"This is a new plane. We've been keepin' it secret for about 50 years. The government knows nothing about it. It should be complete in about another 8-12 years or so," the man said. "then we'll have to steal the necessary data from SS-020 Mars in order to accomplish the mission."
Then Clark blurt out, "What about Lunar?"
"You mean SS_gaia_MOON - F.0210? That's been in the files since 1969. Of course, after planting that secret camera into the A.11 pad, we were able to retrieve information very easily," the man replied. "Oh, to thank technology for serving us well." He gave a slight laugh, then he reluctantly dropped his bag.

Clark couldn't help but to notice that something was sticking out of the back pocket. It looked like a gun. An HK5! Yeah, that's it! I've seen those before! This guy must be up to no good. Clark thought to himself.

"Um, excuse me sir, not to be rude or anything," Clark made a sudden giggle and pulled out the gun. "But I think I saw this in your bag!"
The man was really shocked. What an idiot! What kind of stupid---- would go running around taking stuff out of people's bags? he thought. "Alright, hand it to me now!"

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You are not allowed to have this. Under the state law, you must own a legal-" the man pulled out a screwdriver and swung it at Ryan's face. "What the ---- were you thinking as you walked into that ----ing door, huh? Are you some kind of mindless, inconsiderate little punk who can't tell whether or not he should be messin 'round with adults who've got some work to do? Tell ya what, punk! Why don't you just get the hell out of my facility and we'll work this out on our own!"

Another engineer appeared to have an AK-47 holstered in his jacket. He took it out and started firing on Clark. Ryan dodged and his under the active convayerbelt. He had to think of something. What a dumbass ----ing mistake to have been made during a survelliance mission in Area 51. How could I have been so dumb?! Clark thought. He pulled out a hose he'd seen before in the CHeM.SL/B cabinet. He grabbed it and tugged hard, as hard as he could until he got it. He sneaked up behind the guard and strangled him. Then he wired to HQ. "These aren't the normal A51/N workers. Terrorists. I think they're Russian; maybe part of the Former U.S.S.R. Organization. Take that to HQ, will ya? Thanks, Martin."

Yes, it was them. The U.S.S.R. Organization, trying to get back at the Americans. No kidding, thought clark.

Clark got a signal call. "Lt. Ryan Clark, we're on our way! The AH-64 is currently airborne! We'll have you out of there in no time!" the phone had voiced out. It was Martin.

However, he wasn't out of the mess yet. It would take at least an hour for the chopper to get there. How fast are Apaches, anyway? Clark asked himself. "Dammit! I gotta kill these sons of -----es! They're holdin' back my barbecue time!" Clark came hysterically running outside. He picked up a rifle laying on the ground and shot at every moving object he could see. There was no time to think of the innocent. He must get out of there. He must inform Colonel Harver.

Finally, the chopper came with two other transport copters. The Apache dropped smoke bombs everywhere and the pilot had given Ryan the coords. There was little left to do now but to run away.

"Come back here you stupid mother----er!!! I'll get you next time!" the repariman yelled to him.
Clark waved back from the sky 20 feet above. "Then I'll see you sometime!"

September 12, 2001
Meeting in CTP, Los Angelos - 0500

"No, but bombing a tower so instantaneously would be tragic. I'm tellin' ya!"
"EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE ---- JUST HAPPENED THERE IN NEW YORK WHEN MY WIFE WAS ----ING BOMBED BY THE ----ING TERRORISTS!"
"Calm down, sir!"
"I'll tell you one thing. Just wait till I get my hands on those bloodsucking-"
"Alright, we need to organize a new meeting. I just don't know how we're gonna solve anything if we keep panicing."

TO BE CONTINUED... M16:

"Heh yeah, that's exactly what i had in mind. Is that popcorn ready yet?"
"This is way too serious for comical requests, Sergeant Kartz. Mr. Gay, sir, I know you've been going through rouch times lately, but this is no reason to make crazy decisions-"
"And what the fuck do you know?

Martin walked around the conference room with his head down.

"All I wanted was to invest a little more time with my wife and kids. But we've already been facing too big of a crisis here. Remember last year?"

"Oh, you mean the Xenomorph?"
"Yes. It was spectacular, I can quote old Ryan. I felt the same way when I saw "The War of the Worlds." How can it be?"

"Look, don't you think we should be recovering the bodies left over by Main Street than sitting here on our dead asses doing nothing? For Christ's sake, Martin, you're the one who'd brought up the fucking UFO discussion! Can't you take that into consideration?"

"We'll see, General, we'll see."

September 27, 2001
HawkEye 170, Over The Atlantic Ocean - 0930

"This is HawkEye 170. We've located a spaceship on the radio. It appears to have broken the sound barrier."

Then there was a sudden boom. The noise that was coming from the cord in the transmission satellite ported the supersonic wave down to the AWAC. Oh won't you stay just a litte bit longer! The sound spread all across the small cruise ships, driving people nuts.

"What the fuck is that! Turn the fucking machine off! I said turn the damn thing off, you dumb fuck!" the officer yelled to the commandant, very rudely.

"Well, Petty Officer Warden, I expected much more sophisticated behavior from you. This is beautiful music."

"Yes sir," then the officer muttered, "Bitch..."

The U.S.S. Marshal Air Craft Carrier sailed by and announced that everyone should clear the area.

"The Russian Mi-24 HIND helicopters are coming in this direction! Please head south at once!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Did I read popcorn somewhere?

I smell popcorn and a best seller.

The Russian HIND squad was moving in. Seventeen choppers there were. There was no way that the fuckin' Hornet could take this son of a bitch out. Not even with full firepower. The Admiral could see this right away.

Instantaneously, the lead HIND was dropping in. The flak guns were manned and ready to shoot. Then the two rear HINDs flew toward the control tower. BOOM!!! The radio crew dropped and hit the deck, blood spraying out. The attack HINDs(with the eagle shape design, quite fucking hard to make) deployed multiple rockets and blew the Tomcat out of the sky. The remaining Hornets moved in. The dilapidated SH60 exited the combat zone. Sooner or later it would've been chased down, anyway.

Twenty-two S-37's and SU-35's strolled by.

"What the fuck! It thought those planes were retired!" the crew officer yelled.
"The Russians must've rigged em. Battle Stations! Give all the firepower you've got!" said the Admiral.

"Squad, fire at will," said the S-37 commander. "This is Red 1, standing by. We are in attack formation. All squad units report."

"Red 5 stading by."
"Red 7 standing by."
"Red 8 standing by."
"Red 2 standing by."

The S-37's thrusted forward as the Tomcats head straight forward.

Martin Gay was a fighter pilot, if not mentioned. He served in the Navy for four years now.

Gay thought to himself. He was always questioning; How the fuck had this happened? This has been a very awful day, indeed. It's like one of those days when you've got nothing to say but fuck me freddy. Oh, those Stephen King books. Gotta love em.

Oh shit! he thought. The S-37's dropped on deck. The deck crew was hit. 35 of them were badly injured, leaving 13 dead.

Martin ran inside to get his watch before he ran off for his sortie. Then, he ran into his former pal, John Cusack.

"Hey Martin! Nice day, isn't it?" said Cusack.
"I gotta go. These goddamn planes are dropping bombs on our ship.
"Well, hold on a sec! We gotta make sure this is okay with the captai-"
"Captain's dead!"
"Alright, well, anyway, you're still in the acadamy and all, but I just wanted you to know that-"

John's entire body exploded, shooting blood and brains all over the deck. Martin jumped back. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he screamed loudly. John's remainings were left right on the deck, his blood reflecting the sunlight. The pilot of the HIND had jumped out and on deck. He appeared to have an MGL.

"Well, I am sorry for your friend, but he had to go someday."
Martin was very angry. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM!!!" He ran up to the guy and punched him in the face. The man fell to the ground, bleeding heavily. Then someone kicked Martin's stomach, hurting him badly.

"Wha te fuck you tink you doin!" the Chinese man said.
"Who the fu-fucking heh er you?" Martin said very weakly.
"Let him go!" the man said. Martin released the pilot. "Fuck you, bitch!"

Martin pulled out a M9 and shot the man in the face 5 times. He then kicked the pilot off the deck with full force. The HIND pilot screamed as he hit the water and ended up ground in the ship's propeller. "So th' Chinese and the Russians are in this together.

Ten S-37's were down, hit by AA Artillery or Surface to Air missiles. Then the SU-35's moved in. 5 more were shot down by the F/A-18E's. The SU-35's retreated along with the HIND's. Martin fell to the floor, bleeding and hurting very badly.

The last SU-35 flew toward the ship and fired two sidewinders. The ship exploded and sunk to the bottom. Martin finally realized this, then he knew it was too late. He would finally be with his mother.

December 20, 2001
Restaraunt, New York - 0900

"I will miss him. He would have loved to see this." Ryan Clark said in a low tone voice.

"Look, it's not your fault. He wouldn't want you worrying everyday, would he? Besides, Christmas is almost coming up now. You shouldn't be worrying now, should you?" Clark's mother said.

Ryan walked over to the window. It was quite snowy outside. Breezy since the last time he went there. He had remembered the past times. He wondered, what ever happened to that XB-034? Oh, who gives a shit anyway! Piece of shit motherfucker. The Russians must've stole it. They plan to use some sort of Plasma Bomb or some shit like that. Ryan walked back to the table. "No, you're right. I shouldn't.

The next day, Ryan took a trip to northern Canada. That's where he'd seen the previous air facility. They were developing XB-034's there too. I gotta check it out, he thought. "Whoa, holy fucknuts!"

All the engineers ran outside the facility to look at the strange phenomona in the sky.

"Whoa, look at that!"
"What the fuck?!"
"Run!"
"That's totally bizarre, man!"
"Crap, it's them."

The Xenomorphs finally came back to start a second fight.

The Russian HIND squad was moving in. Seventeen choppers there were. There was no way that the fuckin' Hornet could take this son of a bitch out. Not even with full firepower. The Admiral could see this right away.

Instantaneously, the lead HIND was dropping in. The flak guns were manned and ready to shoot. Then the two rear HINDs flew toward the control tower. BOOM!!! The radio crew dropped and hit the deck, blood spraying out. The attack HINDs(with the eagle shape design, quite fucking hard to make) deployed multiple rockets and blew the Tomcat out of the sky. The remaining Hornets moved in. The dilapidated SH60 exited the combat zone. Sooner or later it would've been chased down, anyway.

Twenty-two S-37's and SU-35's strolled by.

"What the fuck! It thought those planes were retired!" the crew officer yelled.
"The Russians must've rigged em. Battle Stations! Give all the firepower you've got!" said the Admiral.

"Squad, fire at will," said the S-37 commander. "This is Red 1, standing by. We are in attack formation. All squad units report."

"Red 5 stading by."
"Red 7 standing by."
"Red 8 standing by."
"Red 2 standing by."

The S-37's thrusted forward as the Tomcats head straight forward.

Martin Gay was a fighter pilot, if not mentioned. He served in the Navy for four years now.

Gay thought to himself. He was always questioning; How the fuck had this happened? This has been a very awful day, indeed. It's like one of those days when you've got nothing to say but fuck me freddy. Oh, those Stephen King books. Gotta love em.

Oh shit! he thought. The S-37's dropped on deck. The deck crew was hit. 35 of them were badly injured, leaving 13 dead.

Martin ran inside to get his watch before he ran off for his sortie. Then, he ran into his former pal, John Cusack.

"Hey Martin! Nice day, isn't it?" said Cusack.
"I gotta go. These goddamn planes are dropping bombs on our ship.
"Well, hold on a sec! We gotta make sure this is okay with the captai-"
"Captain's dead!"
"Alright, well, anyway, you're still in the acadamy and all, but I just wanted you to know that-"

John's entire body exploded, shooting blood and brains all over the deck. Martin jumped back. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he screamed loudly. John's remainings were left right on the deck, his blood reflecting the sunlight. The pilot of the HIND had jumped out and on deck. He appeared to have an MGL.

"Well, I am sorry for your friend, but he had to go someday."
Martin was very angry. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM!!!" He ran up to the guy and punched him in the face. The man fell to the ground, bleeding heavily. Then someone kicked Martin's stomach, hurting him badly.

"Wha te fuck you tink you doin!" the Chinese man said.
"Who the fu-fucking heh er you?" Martin said very weakly.
"Let him go!" the man said. Martin released the pilot. "Fuck you, bitch!"

Martin pulled out a M9 and shot the man in the face 5 times. He then kicked the pilot off the deck with full force. The HIND pilot screamed as he hit the water and ended up ground in the ship's propeller. "So th' Chinese and the Russians are in this together.

Ten S-37's were down, hit by AA Artillery or Surface to Air missiles. Then the SU-35's moved in. 5 more were shot down by the F/A-18E's. The SU-35's retreated along with the HIND's. Martin fell to the floor, bleeding and hurting very badly.

The last SU-35 flew toward the ship and fired two sidewinders. The ship exploded and sunk to the bottom. Martin finally realized this, then he knew it was too late. He would finally be with his mother.

December 20, 2001
Restaraunt, New York - 0900

"I will miss him. He would have loved to see this." Ryan Clark said in a low tone voice.

"Look, it's not your fault. He wouldn't want you worrying everyday, would he? Besides, Christmas is almost coming up now. You shouldn't be worrying now, should you?" Clark's mother said.

Ryan walked over to the window. It was quite snowy outside. Breezy since the last time he went there. He had remembered the past times. He wondered, what ever happened to that XB-034? Oh, who gives a shit anyway! Piece of shit motherfucker. The Russians must've stole it. They plan to use some sort of Plasma Bomb or some shit like that. Ryan walked back to the table. "No, you're right. I shouldn't.

The next day, Ryan took a trip to northern Canada. That's where he'd seen the previous air facility. They were developing XB-034's there too. I gotta check it out, he thought. "Whoa, holy fucknuts!"

All the engineers ran outside the facility to look at the strange phenomona in the sky.

"Whoa, look at that!"
"What the fuck?!"
"Run!"
"That's totally bizarre, man!"
"Crap, it's them."

The Xenomorphs finally came back to start a second fight.

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Chapter Three
Counter Strike

January 22, 2002
El Toro Military Base, Los Angelos - 1200

Ryan had walked over the field of Fighting Falcons. They deployed the Marine troops here.

Of course, Petty Officer Gay, Ryan's former best friend, was at least smart enough to identify which parts go into the cabin. Fuck, only if he'd known better.

That was it, of course! When the last time in 1999, he remembered watching a video from his father's spy recording. Of course, since the draft to 'Nam, Robert Clark was never able to make it out of the station alive. His remainings were found, fortunately.

There was no fucking way Ryan would neglect charges against the KGB general for what he'd done. There was but a rifle left behind and onto the video camera. For a moment, Ryan laughed. The word "Xenomorph" came to his mind again. There was that odd feeling. How the fuck would ET travel millions of light years and come down here just to harvest for some minerals? How the fuck would we uncover the mystery of the Bio-Metal and the Excavatator locked on the surface of Pluto? There was no telling that fuckhead ET was up to something. This time, he isn't looking for a pass to New England, he's looking for us.

That was the second time Ryan walked around. But what if these aliens were serious? What if they were going to die?

Sixty minutes duration, Ryan thought. Too long, too short. When is this world going to realize? Walk around the field and hit me with a hammer, hell with it if I'm gonna have to spend sixty goddamn minutes up in this cunt-fuck junkyard. He walked over to the busted engine field. Men were preparing to counter offense the attackers. This isn't another one of those damn Sci-Fi movies. Independence Day or Star Wars; oh fuck it all anyway. I'm Luke Skywalker. Hey look! It's the Death Star! A Jedi; I will never, ever be...

The five F-16's took off and strided South where the aliens were. Ryan had already been called to duty. Fighting these creatures was hell, and if he was going to fight again, I'm unemployed! There was no way in the bloody hell that Lieutenant Ryan Clark, the greatest fighter pilot ever known yet on this planet, was going to waste the rest of his limited time fighting aliens...

Clark prepared to fight the aliens.

March 30, 2002
City Of Berlin, Germany - 0230

The Xenomorph spacecraft moved in on the city of Berlin. It fired a lone probe down to analyze the area. The U.S. and German aircraft moved in on the UFO. Ryan Clark was one of the few F-15's left in the group.

"This is Bravo 1, red and free. All units report!"
"Bravo 2, standing by," Ryan called.
"Bravo 3 through 6 standing by."
"Bravo 7 through 8 on stand by."
"Alright, Bravo 1 calling. EagleEye 270 has climbed up north. B3-6, I want you to cover these guys. Make sure you don't get caught under heavy fireengage on enemy targets. We'll cover you. Alright, aces, moving out!" with these S.O.B's. Bravo 2 and 7, I need you two to cover me. Bravo 8,

The Bravo leader chased after the seven small objects that seemed to come out of the incoming spacecraft.

"These sons of bitches are shooting lasers at us. Move out, men, move out!" the leader commanded. "Oh fuck, these guys are on my tail! Cover me!"

Bravo 2 fired AAMRAM missiles at the two UFO's on his tail. "I've got you covered, Bravo leader! Oh shit, wait, I'm hit! I, I can't manuever!"

Bravo 1 was shot as well. His engines were destroyed and the UFO's closed in on him. "Oh no! Help me quick! Lt. Clark! Lt. Johnson!"

The UFO's shot beams of laser upon Bravo 1's cockpit. Bravo 1 screamed and bursted into pieces. Bravo 2 was shocked.

"This is Bravo 3! I can't shake this son of a bitch! He's fired a-" Bravo 3 was cut off along with Bravo 5.

"Bravo 4, this is Bravo 6. Bravo 2 and I'll cover you. Engage on target. Bravo 2, give orders. You're the commandant now."

Bravo 2, a USAF Lt. take role of a commandant? Crazy it may seem; very good choice. Bravo 2 shot out the remaining UFO fighters left. Then he fired an AIM 9 sidewinder at the mothership. It didn't seem to have any affect. "Dammit. They must have some kind of shield. If somehow we can find a way to get in this bigass flying saucer, we may be able to lower it's hull level."

Bravo 4 and 6 flew right into the UFO's cabin. "Okay, we're in! Let's terminate these bastards! Fire the nuke right into that core thingy!"

Bravo 4, a Nighthawk, could carry a single nuclear missile; powerful enough to destroy Orange County. "Okay, I'm on him! Locking on target...c'mon c'mon...alright! Target in sight! Bravo 4, Fox Three!"

The nuke penetrated the middle comm. center which it appeared to be. "That'll teach 'em. C'mon let's get the fuck outta here!"

All the planes flew out. But Bravo 8 was still inside the ship.

"Wait! I'm stuck here! I'm running out of fuel! Help me! Ahhhhhh!!!!" Bravo 8 exploded. The plane went flying out of the sky and blew up into dust and smoke.

"Well, gentlemen, we've done it again," Bravo 2 commented.
"Alright! Yeah! Good going!

That was the end of the aerial battle in Berlin...

March 30, 2002
U.S.S. Lincoln II Carrier, Atlantic - 0900

"Good job, Bravo team! The President sends his thanks! You've made history! You've defeated those aliens! You've saved the world from annihilation! Carrying out your perfect strategy plan, Lt. Clark! Congratulations, Bravo team!" the general onboard the carrier exclaimed.

"Thanks, General." Ryan Clark, whom went through enough trouble already, was the first person in the world to carry out a tactical plan to overcome his experiences with the hostile aliens. This is the end of the alien threat, thought Clark. This is it. No more damn UFO attacks. I'll finally get the chance to spend more time with my beloved family...this is the true beginning of my new life...and I shall forever cherish it...

May 29, 2003
Wahsington D.C. - 1030

Ryan Clark, retired from the USAF, has temporarily visited the Botanical Garden. He's enjoyed a lot of his life, always comforting his wife and his two children, no more worries or problems. There was not a more perfect environment for him and his family to be around with.

Clark walked down the walkway in the Daffodil fields with his 5 year old son and his 7 year old daughter, joyfully and suprisingly it seemed quite boring without all these problems he had to face in the past, but now since he's returned to Washington, there hasn't been a single UFO in sight...

The End of Part One