Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 21:44:24 -0000
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thats impossible isnt it chapter 17

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Written by David Spowart

Edited by Darryl the radio rancher

That's Impossible, isn't it?

Chapter 17

I looked at Craig; his shocked face mirrored those around the room, as well
as my own, after Garlot made his little announcement.

"What, how?" Craig blurted out. "I thought the Krile could not withstand
the UV rays of our sun," Levert asked, after his initial shock. And stared
at Garlot with confusion.

"That depends on the form they took when they arrived," he replied.

"What does that mean?" asked my Dad.

"The holy ones are like gods on our world; they can morph into anything,
our people come from certain sects, and can change into only one thing, the
sect that came to Bokite could only change into a Dalla, and you call them
Targs, I believe?" he added.

"The holy ones are not of a known sect, and can change into whatever they
desired to be, but they wanted solitude and quiet. When they came here,
your people were still quite primitive, so they would have ignored you and
let you develop without outside influence." Garlot added.

"Wow, Star trek again" my dad said, and I laughed. "Yeah, the prime
directive," I laughed out, and my dad explained that to the people looking
at us like we had gone insane.

"So where can we find them?" I asked as the Prefect arrived.

"Kalmar, you look well," Levert said, hugging his old friend.

"As do you," he replied. "What has the Krile Prisoner told you?" he asked,
and we went on to explain the test we had just carried out, and the result.

"You mean this whole series of attacks was because of a conflict that
happened centuries ago?" the Prefect asked.

"I'm afraid so, Prefect, the Krile retaliated when they discovered the
massacre of their people, we have been trying to find a solution to this,
as you arrived. His name is Garlot," Levert replied and introduced Garlot
to the Prefect. Levert went on to explain what we had discovered and what
the solution could be.

"You will have to be fast; our fleet will intercept the Earth armada in, at
most, a couple of days before your escort gets to them," Garlot added. "And
pray what would you do to the people of that armada?" Levert asked.

"Sir, not I. But our leaders might see them as a fighting force, and act
accordingly," Garlot replied with a solemn tone.

"But that would be genocide," my father added his ten cents worth to the
argument.

"Major, even if we could find these holy ones, we may be too late to stop
the attack on your people," Levert replied with sorrow in his voice.

"Can we warn them, yet?" I asked.

"No, they would not be in range for another 24hrs" Levert replied. "And by
that time, the Krile would be within range of them," Levert added.

"The holy ones can stop it if they choose to," Garlot said, and we watched
to see if he was pulling our chains. "They can communicate across space, as
they did with us," he added.

"Garlot, we need to know what form they took. How many of them are there?"
I asked, "There are only 8 holy ones, but they have disciples, helpers who
have come from the same sect, so have the same morphing abilities, but not
the power," Garlot informed us. "Power?" Craig asked.

"If they had power, why did they not help the Bokite's when Lokite attacked
us?" Judak asked.

"None interference," Garlot replied.

"That's just bullshit," I spat out. "If it is within their power to prevent
an annihilation of their own people ...that just makes our position even
more desperate," I added with sadness in my voice.

"If they were un-willing to help their own people, why would they help us?"
I asked.

"I don't know, but it's all I have" Garlot replied with his head lowered.

"So, let me get this straight, we have to locate these holy ones and hope
they are not as passive as they have been, and hope they help us. Is that
right?" asked my dad. "And we have no idea where they are or what they now
look like" he added.

"Yes, I hope they realise, now, that we are not those people anymore; we
have evolved. We only seek knowledge and enlightenment. The Lokites deplore
violence of any kind," Levert informed Garlot, and he nodded.

"Yes, I have seen what you have become, but I am low on our people's list
of influence and I don't carry any weight with our leadership. But I will
help in any way I can," Garlot said, and there was no deception evident.

We talked for what seemed an age. Finally, Craig and I left to get some
nourishment back home.

"A lot to take in" I said to Craig as we entered his home... our
home. "Something like that" he replied. We said hello to his stepmom, and
he hugged little Nathan and kissed his forehead. I sat down, and Craig,
with babe in arms, sat next to me.

"You look tense," he said.

"Yeah, just a little," I responded,

"I know what you need," he said. "No, not that; get your mind off my cock,
for one second," he sneered out. "A soak and a massage!" he added, and I
must admit that seemed like one of the best things I had heard today.

Craig set up the bath, and I stepped in, the lotions and salts he had mixed
into the water were so relaxing, I almost drifted off to sleep. The scent
of some plant I did not know filled the air. I lay there soaking for nearly
twenty minutes.

"Now, you look relaxed," Craig said, as he sat on the edge of the bath.

"I am in heaven," I said quietly.

"Massage, next, then have a nap," he said, as I slowly stood up, he wrapped
a warm fluffy towel around me, and I stepped out. He slowly, and with
tenderness, dried me off.

"Okay, lie face down on the bed," he instructed, and I followed that
instruction. He stripped down to his underwear and straddled my back, he
poured warming oil down my back, and with gentle pressure, massaged it into
my body. "ooohhhhh mmmmm" I groaned out, as he worked out the kinks in my
back.

"Your hands are like magic," I informed him as he massaged me into a
totally relaxed state.

"Anything you want or need, it's yours," he responded, nibbling at my neck.

"Just you, for the rest of our lives," I replied meaning every word, and I
soon I felt so relaxed and sleepy I couldn't help but fall asleep.

I woke a couple of hours later, and I could hear Craig, in the shower,
murdering a maroon 5 song. Great lover, yeah, singer, not so much. I walked
in and stepped into the shower.

"Good nap?" he asked, and I did not reply, I wrapped my arms around him and
our lips met, the water cascading down his perfect body. Light blue dusting
of hair on his chest, leading down to the slightly darker blue of the
treasure trail above his ever hardening cock. "Nap that good!" he
responded.

I dropped down on my knees, and began to lick the salty taste off of his
balls, I loved the texture of his nuts in my mouth, and the groans coming
from my Ro-Lok. I knew he was enjoying the attention.

He thrust deep to the back of my throat and he shot his wonderful essence
down to my stomach. I had a flash of Borak and Craig playing when they were
young. "Wow, what the fuck!?!" I proclaimed.

He dropped to his knees and held my face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"When you came...I had a memory of yours from your childhood...I wasn't
expecting that," I told him.

He kissed my forehead and explained, "Babe, once the bonding is complete,
whenever we mate, I will see your memories, and you will see mine. They
probably will just be random, though," he concluded.

"Yeah, thanks for the HEADS UP, so to speak," I responded.

"Awesome blowjob, babe," he said, pulling me up to my feet. "I will do you
now" he informed me.

And he did just that.

"You loved Christmas," he said, out of the blue. "That was the memory you
shared with me," he added. "I still don't get the idea of the Christmas
tree, though," he went on. "It's just a tradition. It's done all over the
world, or I should say, 'was done'," I said, with the fate of Earth and
mankind hitting me.

...

Meanwhile the approaching Armada of Earths fleet was getting closer to the
Lokite system and passing close to Krile space.

Commander Jenkins on the lead ship was addressing his crew.

"Men, Ladies, we have come a long way, we lost quite a few ships leaving
orbit and we still mourn those souls lost. But we have to go on, we need to
preserve humanity. Out of the eighty two thousand ships being built, only
forty seven thousand were completed. We know we lost some on take-off, we
are not sure how many. Our ship to ship communications are limited," he
went on.

"COMANDER TO THE BRIDGE!" an intercom sounded

"Dismissed!" the Commander yelled, and made his way back to the bridge of
his ship, followed closely by the Lokite advisor, Bogan.

"Okay, Ensign, what is it?" he asked, entering the bridge. "Sir, Ships
approaching from the west, sir, I count over eight hundred, no sir make
that twelve hundred," he informed him.

"Bogan are these the escorts we were promised" Jenkins looked at Bogan, and
he knew the answer before it was given.

"No Commander, I do not believe so" Bogan replied. "Ensign how long before
they are in range" Jenkins asked. "At Current speed, about nine hours sir!"
he responded.

"Ensign Signal the fleet, get them to relay the message we are about to
have un-welcome company," Jenkins instructed. "Will they attack?" he asked
Bogan,

"Sir, I cannot answer that, but our confrontations with the Krile, to date,
have never been friendly.



Back with Major Barnes and Levert



"So, there is absolutely nothing we can do to help the ships?" Major Barnes
asked.

"Major, our escort is on route, but we're not scheduled to meet up with
them for another few days, the Krile will no doubt be close, by now,"
Levert remarked, sadly.

"We should have anticipated them attacking," Major Barnes bemoaned.

"Ok, let's discuss the search for the Krile holy ones," The Major started.

"What do we do when we find the Krile holy ones?" Barnes asked Garlot. "How
will we know if it is them?" he asked further.

"They will talk to their own kind, so if you have either myself or a person
from Bokite, that will work," Garlot informed them. "In fact, a Bokite
would work better, they can sense if someone is lying or trying to deceive
them," Garlot added.

"They need to be convinced to change their previous non interference
stance, if they are able to help stop more bloodshed," Garlot said, and no
deceit was evident.

Back with the boys as they woke from a contented sleep...

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled out excitedly, and Craig woke up, startled.

"Bobby, you okay?" he asked.

"Contact your dad, contact him, now! I know where the Krile holy ones are,
I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before, but you... you hit the nail
on the head!" I yelled and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Bobby, are you sure?" he asked, still looking confused. "No, not one
hundred percent, but almost!" I yelled out.

Craig reached for his communications disc, and placed it on the floor, he
pressed the control button on the side of his bed, and as if by magic,
Levert appeared. "Craiglessty, are you okay?" he asked, "It's not I who
wishes to speak to you, Father, it is Bobby," he responded.

"Levert, Sir, I believe I know where to find the holy ones. Garlot said
they came to Lokite to meditate, to be one with life. Sir, I believe the
Krile holy ones to be, The Wandering Forrest," I announced, which sounded
crazy, even to me. "Garlot said they could shape shift into anything, what
is less threatening than a tree?" I asked. "And, Sir, they need a mind, or
consciousness, to be able to move, so what better disguise than a tree!" I
added in an excited manner.

Back with the Earth fleet...



"All stop, signal the fleet to stand down!" Jenkins yelled orders, and
slowly the command to stop was heeded.

"Sir, they are scanning us," the Ensign informed him.

"I can see that," Jenkins replied.

Suddenly and without warning a beam of light surrounded the entire fleet
and caught them in a form of tractor beam, neutralising all weapons, then
began to tow them into Krile space and away from Lokite.


To Be Continued...

Hope you like the drama. Please let me know what you think, this is my
first try at Science fiction so comments welcomed davidspowart3@hotmail.com

David