Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

“General Bellator, we are about 15 minutes west of Site Four,” General Manpugna said. General Manpugna had been a loyal officer since the beginning, even before crash landing on Earth so many decades ago. General Manpugna had been in charge of securing the perimeter of the Antarctica base, but he had transferred to Moscow to assist Nox with the Council of Three hundred.

“I’m sitting on the ground, 10 miles west of the site. Land here so we can plan the next move. How many soldiers do you have?”

General Manpugna said, “Myself, two other Ondagra and 10 Russian operators.”

“Thirteen. That should do it. We also have several hundred paratroopers in route. They may already be there by now.”

“Do you think they could take out the Americans before we arrive?”

“Not a chance. These are not regular Americans; they are all equipped with Next Gen FALOS suits, and they took out a company of paratroopers in minutes. Best we can hope for is that they slow down the Americans until we get there.”

“I’ve locked onto your COMs signal. We will be on your position in three minutes,” General Manpugna said.

Nox trotted down the ramp to the icy ground below. A quick survey of the exterior of his fuselage revealed a dozen bullet holes.

Could have been worse. After all, that giant clone was firing a mini gun at point blank range.

Nox lifted his helmet visor for a minute to take in the frigid air. Normally, cold temperatures did not bother him, but the ice pellets seemed like little bullets being fired at his exposed face. A saucer shaped craft, identical to his, landed 10 yards from his position. He knew the fighter well, it had been on his interstellar ship when it crashed, rendering them permanent residents of Earth.

The ramp slid down and General Manpugna crunched through the icy snow toward Nox.

“Welcome to the battle, General,” Nox said.

“I’m glad to be here, old friend. It has been a long time since we battled a worthy adversary. I hope you have not grown weak from fighting the politicians with words and paper.”

“Never,” Nox replied. “I have already destroyed their transport plane. They are sitting ducks waiting to be led to their destruction. I almost felt bad, it was an impressive nuclear-powered plane, with optical stealth. Had I not arrived just as I did, they would have likely escaped.”

The other two Ondagra were standing next to General Manpugna. All were wearing the same battle armor as Nox, impervious to any directed energy weapons, vulnerable to only the most powerful, high-velocity rounds.

“What’s the situation?” General Manpugna asked.

“There is a squad of soldiers guarding the crash site. They are heavily armed and wearing advanced battle armor – like ours.”

“Reinforcements?” Manpugna questioned.

“None that I can tell. I don’t think they have a means of escape either.”

“So, we have them outnumbered and out gunned. We just walk in and take them out,” Manpugna asserted.

“Not quite, General. They are heavily armed, have comparable armor, and have the advantage of a defensive position. We should let the Russian paratroopers go in first and soften them up.”

“They will destroy the paratroopers. You’re sending them to their death,” Manpugna objected.

“Maybe, but the paratroopers may deplete their ammunition supply, giving us another advantage when we attack,” Nox responded.

“Very well. When do the paratroopers attack?”

“In about seven minutes,” Nox said.

“How many paratroopers are you sending in?”

“Three hundred. I diverted helos from other sites. They took out the last group of paratroopers in under 15 minutes. They took out the last company of Russian paratroopers as they descended into the trench. It looks like they hit the Mi-26 with an EMP burst so it could not radio for help. I say we give these paratroopers 30 minutes to fight the Americans, and then, we go in.”

“Smart plan, give the Americans no time to regroup,” Manpugna added.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

The NATT had disappeared behind the mountain range, along with the nearly invisible attacker. The squad stood beside the containers, wondering what to do next.

“Lightning Squad, get these containers back into the ship’s hull. We are going to dig in and prepare for a fight,” Snap ordered.

“How long till backup arrives, Major?” Davis asked.

“Unknown.”

“Bob scared it off with the mini gun,” Davis yelled.

“I don’t think Bob scared it off. It took off to chase the NATT,” West said. “It will be back.”

The team could hear an explosion and a plume of smoke rose from behind a snow-covered hill, just beyond their line of sight.

“I bet that was our plane, being grounded,” West said, in a somber tone.

“Get these containers back to the ship, they need to be hidden and protected. Unless I miss my guess, that was just the first wave,” Snap said. The squad grabbed the heavy containers and hurried them back to the Impegi wreckage.