CHAPTER -1!!!!

"Good. All ships move out."
                          General Harcock, to his fleet
of over 75,000 ships on May 18, 2002



Chapter -1
The visitors

	"Centauran scout ship approaching," said Harcock,"
destroy it!" The massive Battle Dragon inched closer to
Earth, ready to open fire upon the ship.

	Meanwhile, in New Hampshire, where up in the skies
people could make out Earth's sattelites, three boys laid
out their sleeping bags, and got into them.
	"Man," said one, looking over at his house, where
his mom and dad were sleeping," if I had knew it was
going to be this cold, I would have gone inside."
	"Agreed." They were all in their sleeping bags by
now, and looking up at the stars.
	"My God!," said one of them, quite startled. "The
stars are moving!" In fact, they weren't, but something
was definately moving. They stared at the brightest star,
which seemed to be moving, followed closely by another
light. Suddenly, hundreds of beams of blue lights
appeared, from nowhere in space, and soon the lights
engulfed each other in a bright orange fireball. All was
still. The only sound that could be heard was the pitter-
patter of the kids little feet, the screen door slamming,
and the kids anguished cries to their parents. A dog
barkedin the distance. In the house, lights came on, from
the kid's parent's bedroom, and their sister's bedrooms.
But what the kids didn't see wouldn't have upset them at
all. Several bolts hit the Earth in numerous places when
they had missed their target. The kids didn't get any
more sleep that night.

	The television set flickered a few timesas the news
reporter looked into the camera. Tavon Reggai sat down,
eating his cereal, watching the screen. His wife, Anita
walked into the kitchen, but Tavon's eyes were glued to
the set.
	"Good morning," hinted Anita. Tavon loked up.
	"Morning," he said, smiling.
	"What are you watching?"
	"Some kids said they saw something in space." Anita
walked over to see the scren.
	"... And so in final, we come to discover that two
towns, both a hundred and fifty thousand miles from each
other, vanished last night. Some witnesses said that they
too had witnessed something in space, and the FBI has
been called in. We expect much more from this incident,
adn hope to have much more information soon...."

	The sattelite high above the Earth had been tapped
into for the past two years, yet no one either noticed,
or cared. From deep into sapce, near the Earth, was a
small network of "bugs" that was relaying messages
elsewhere. To where though, was anyone's guess.


	It began as a typical day in Florida, as NASA began
it's launch. The shuttle had been launched so many
thousands of times, it seemed as if it was normal. Tavon
Reggai, Micheal Davis, Catherine Bradley, and Daniel
Oliver stood on the platform, their helmets on. Catherine
looked down below, and grew scared. Tavon nudged her
forward.
	"You'll be fine." Catherine smiled. 
	"Thanks for the support." Tavon nodded, his
chocolate skin glinting in the sun. The hatch to the
shuttle opened, and all four of them stepped inside the
large shuttle. Technicians strapped the four people
inside, and closed the door. One minute was remaining.

	"T- Minus thirty seconds," came the cry over the
speaker. The boosters began to smoke as the clock ticked
down to zero. Inside, Tavon was the most relaxed, mostly
because he had done this sort of thing before. He was
told that he would give the others confidence since he
had been in space some nineteen times since 1998.

	"Ten..... nine.....," came the speaker. Catherine
started to cry, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but
she didn't make a wimper. "Four..... three." Daniel began
to perspire as did Micheal. "Two.... one.... zero!" The
boosters ignited, and the four people were thrown back
against their seats.
	"God help me!," screamed Catherine. The shuttle
boosters lifted from their place, and the whole mainframe
lifted into the sky.

	The far side of the moon, where light didn't shine.
The stars actually seemed to move. What actually was
happening was a large fleet of ships had exited
Hyperspace behind the moon, and waited. That was three
years before. They had waited, monitoring the Earth,
learning secrets of their culture.

	Inside the flagship of the massive fleets, Captain
Harcock looked out into space.
	"Sir," said a commander," we have a small shuttle
coming out from near the equador of the planet. What
should we do?" Harcock smiled.
	"Another routine mission. Proceed monitoring." The
commander nodded.

	Danny, once they were in space, was the first to
unbuckle, and remove his helmet. Catherine was sleeping,
as was Micheal. Tavon unbuckled, and floated up.
	"Well, home sweet home," he said. Danny looked at
him.
	"I love this feeling, weightlessness."
	"Me too, but for every day in space, three days at
home, resting."
	"How true, but...." There was an explosion.
	"What was that?," asked Catherine, shooting upright.
The cockpit went dark.
	"I don't know," said Tavon," but everything's dead."
The shuttle, disabled, drifted in space.

	"They're in distress," said the commander. Harcock
stood up, and looked at the machine.
	"They're heading in this direction," he said.
	"Sir," said the commander," we should rescue them."
Harcock looked at him.
	"We can't. You know that!"
	"Sir, they are dying out there! Please, it could
help us dramatically with peace. We can speak their
language, fluently." Harcock sighed.
	"Send out three tugs to bring the ship into our
bay." The commander nodded.

	"Were going to die," said Catherine, weeping. Tavon
was crying too. Danny righted himself, bouncing off of
the ceiling.
	"We should at least try to get back to Earth," he
said.
	"It's useless," said Micheal. "We're disable-" There
was a sound.
	"What was that?," asked Tavon. Catherine looked at
the ceiling. The hatch began to open. Catherine closed
her eyes and prepared to die.

	The hatch popped open, and young Jacen TJaden walked
through. In broken English, he said, "hello." Tavon's
eyes were as big as dinner plates.
	"Hello," replied Catherine, getting up.
	"Come," said Jacen," your ship has been disabled. We
shall bring you to our fleets."
	"Fleets?," asked Tavon," how many ships are there?"
Jacen loved showing off.
	"Oh, about 75,000."

	"No casulities at all, Captain," said Jacen, leading
the four people on the Bridge.
	"Good," said Harcock," welcome aboard the flagship
of the Kraakatorann Expeditionary Force. We have been
behind here for two years, gathering as much data as we
could."
	"Are you going to kill us?," asked Catherine.
Harcock laughed.
	"Of course not! We're going to use this to our
advantage!"
	"Hostage?," asked Tavon.
	"No," he said. "We're going to let Earth know of our
presence."

	"All dead?," gasped Catherine's mother. "My poor
daught-" Suddenly, the overhead projection came on.
	"Attention," said Captain Harcock," we have found
four people in a small shuttle that was disabled. We are
returning them to your planet, and are hereby offering a
truce. We are the Kraakatoranns, our force is a small
expeditionary force. We wish to make peace."
	"Truce?," asked someone," we haven't even fired upon
them." A NASA technician grasped a microphone.
	"Judging by information we have just recieved, we
hereby acctept truce, made by your fleets on October 11,
2005." Harcock smiled.
	"Very well. Our fleets will be entering your
atmosphere within 24 hours." The commn went dead. Harcock
turned to his commander.
	"All ships get that?," he asked. He nodded.
	"Good. All ships move out."

	The message was sent to the Director of the FBI
headquarters. The small man was very nervous.
	"Within 24 hours?," he asked. The agent nodded.
	"Yes, sir, we have a major crisis on our hands now.
The secret will be out within a day," the Director said,
ajusting his tie, getting up and walking over to the
window. The agent looked at him.
	"What should we do?" The director turned around. he
placed his hands on the desk and stared into the agent's
eyes.
	"If any hostilities arouse out of this.... any at
all.. any minor thing. Open fire on them with all your
might!"
	"Yes, sir," replied the agent, and then left.

	The next morning, President Silva awoke. He saw the
sun, but it was kind of cloudy. He stood up, small belly
anxious to get some food. He yawned once, and walked over
to the window. His mouth dropped. He tore out of the room
so fast, not even his wife saw him leave.

	The Kraakatorann Fleet, in space, hovered, mile long
ancient Dreadnoughts moved so slowly, the turn of the
planet beat them.
	"Sir," said a commander on another ship," what are
we going to do?"
	"We're going to have to stay here for the time
being."
	"But why sir?"
	"Because we can't make the jump."
	"Can't make the jump? Why not?"
	"Our fuel supply is exhausted."

	Thousands of people watched the ships nervously. The
radio was alerted to the fact that they had made contact,
and the flagship was preparing to land. However, they had
no place for it to land.

	"Can it land in water?," asked General Smith.
	"It can, yes," came the reply.
	"Very well. Follow our escort ships and you may
land." Harcock smiled. Four jets came out to meet the
large Dreadnought.
	"Sir," said the commander. "No shields, but they are
armed."
	"Not taking any chances are they?," asked Harcock.
	"No, sir," said the commander. Harcock sighed, and
waited.

	President Silva looked at the massive ship that had
just landed.
	"Well?," he said, half to himself, half to General
Smith. Almost as if on cue, a large door opened up, and
Captain Harcock stepped down the long ramp.
	"He's gotta be 9 feet tall!," gasped the President.
Harcock stood up to the President.
	"Greetings, sir," said the Captain, extending his
hand. The President shook the large man's hand. Newspaper
photographers took pictures. It was the first time any
alien had made contact with Earth. From the ramp,
followed the four astronauts that had made first contact.
Cheered roared up as they came down. The President shook
each one's hands.

	"So, you're basically saying you locked onto an old
radiation trail?"
	"It was so faint that we had a hard time finding
it," replied Harcock. "That does not matter now. We must
talk about why we're here." Everyone was silent.
	"The Miakans have been at war with us for almost
2000 years. They launched a planet at us that will soon
collide with us, and destroy our planet."
	"How can they launch a planet?," asked General
Smith.
	"It's a very complicated process. It involves
several things which would go over your head, and very
easily goes over mine. But here's why we're here: we want
to have few casulties from this incident."
	"But how will the Earthans feel about this?," asked
the President.
	"We should blend in very well, and most of our
people are military, which means we can help you build
ships. We are stranded here anyways, so our ships are
inevitably yours."
	"Why?"
	"Out of fuel. Enough to last thousands of years, but
not enough to jump back to our homeworld, I'm afraid."
	"Very well, Captain, you may begin transferring your
people now."
	"Thank you, sir." The two enchanged a few more
handshakes, and then everything was set.