Ascension War AU - MATURE- M/L - [COMPLETE]

[silverofroswell]

Chapter 11

Epilogue


Fourteen years have passed. Fourteen bloody years. And now, after five hundred years of struggle, the Ascension War was finally over.
Six months ago one of the prototypes of the Interstellar Probes sensed nearby metal objects, moving fast towards our solar system. It detected extreme amount of radio waves. Fifteen minutes later, it was destroyed. Huge space-telescopes were directed into that direction.
The worst nightmares of the leadership of the VE came to life. There was an alien fleet heading for Earth, presumably with hostile intentions. For once in it's life, the Inner Circle of the Technocracy reacted fast. Once the direction of the fleet was clear, they've contacted the Tradition Council in Horizon, and sued for peace. It took one month for the Council to agree, and after that, the real work began. The heads of the governments were informed of the crisis and during one night, all the nuclear weapons of all states disappeared and were refitted in VE and Sons of Ether laboratories for extra-atmospherical use. The Virtual Adepts took up the work by rewriting the targeting computers' software and the AI of the pilotless fighters. The Order of Hermes started working on a ritual that would protect the Earth from orbital bombardment. The Dreamspeakers and the Verbena conjured powerful spirits to fight side-by-side the spaceships. The Euthanatos prepared long-range death spells, to take out enemy personnel. The Iteration X provided weaponry and started to build out the surface-to-space batteries on both poles. The Syndicate provided both magical and mundane materials to both factions. All the Traditions and Conventions worked all day and night to make Earth a fortress. But five months were not enough and the enemy fleet was enormous. Three gigantic ships entered the solar system twenty-two weeks after the first encounter, each of them greater than Paris and started decelerating along with fifty hundred-meter long cruisers. They came to a halt just inside the Mars' trajectory. More than two-hundred human spaceships were lined up against them, along with five-hundred dragons, who came forth the Horizon-realms to defend their home. But all their size put together was smaller than only one-tenth of one of the great ships.
All attempts at communication were greeted by silence, and if the probes moved closer than twenty miles, they were destroyed without warning. The fleet could be seen by ground based telescopes now, the panic broke out. Everyone suddenly remembered the movie Independence Day. End of the world prophets were appearing out of nothing, like mushrooms after rain. The governments could barely control the civil disorders, the world went crazy, while high up, two fleets were staring at each other.
Finally after five days of nerve-grinding waiting a strong radio message appeared on all frequencies. It was not encoded, and to everyone's stupefaction it was a deep, male voice speaking perfect English, with slight southern accent.
`This is the antaran battlecruiser Queen Elizabeth. We are sending over a diplomatic ship in one human hour. It'll carry no weapons or harmful microorganisms. It will land in Genf. Greet it as you find appropriate.`
The radio clicked silent, and maintained silence despite the further efforts at making contact. The busiest hour of human history began. Genf and half of Switzerland was evacuated immediately. Nearly all countries of Earth have sent their head of government or his or her second-in-command to Genf. A landing area was cleared in the middle of the town, surrounded by lights, painted red and marked every possible way imaginable. Cameras and TV crews were positioned while verbal battles raged about the protocol. The leaders were all beyond anxious. There is a huge fleet above them, which they can not defeat, and now, maybe it was up to them to save humanity with their verbal skills. They thought for a long time about giving everyone scafanders, but they've decided against it. They didn't want to offend their visitors by questioning the verity of their statements. They rather took the risk of getting infected by some extraterrestrial amoebas.
When the hour was over, a small shuttle left the main fleet. It headed for the planet. The VE cruisers and the etherships pulled apart to give way to her. She entered the atmosphere and began her descent over the Alps.
Fifteen minutes later, it landed gracefully exactly in the middle of the designated landing pad. The politicians surrounded it, but they've kept a respectful distance. The ship was a hundred-feet long silvery cigar, thirty feet wide at most, with intricate blue patterns all over her surface. At least a hundred cameras were aimed at it, the whole planet was watching the first official meeting of humans and aliens in live.
The ramp at the middle of the ship started to descend with a low hiss. It reached the ground with a soft thud. Nine billion people were watching the empty ramp with their breath hold back.
A middle aged woman in Roswell nearly fell out of her chair when three figures appeared at the top of the lamp and walked down casually. The second two were clearly aliens - seven feet tall humanoids with enormous almond-shaped black eyes, without an iris. Their skin was grey. They wore some kind tight shirt with pants. One of them was holding something that was unmistakably a notepad. They looked like humanity's stereotypes of aliens.
However the third... She was the most beautiful woman most of the watchers have ever seen. Her long, blonde hair was interwoven with silver and emerald strands, her blue eyes gleamed with an unearthly light. Five sapphire stars were painted on her forehead in a V-shape, they flared up at her every step. A tiara with unrecognizable jewels crowned her. She wore a long, sleeveless tunic made of some silvery material. Her black skirt swiped the ground, but was cut up on her left side, to show her long, perfect legs. When she moved, her bracelets tingled. She was a breathtaking sight.
She gracefully walked down the ramp with her two attendants following at a respectful distance. She stopped in the crossfire of the cameras. When she was sure that all attention was focused on her, she began to speak, the wonders of technology amplifying her voice and carrying it to everywhere on the planet.

`I'm crown-princess Isabel Herber-Evans of Antar. I represent the royal houses of the Five Planets. I'm here to offer an alliance to humanity....`

THE END