Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

He and his team had just finished the final testing phase of another, more useful project. They had developed a Low Yield Tactical Earth Penetrating Nuke with Optical Stealth, or TEPNOS for short. The TEPNOS could be fired from the Moon Base and penetrate deep into the ground before detonation on a time delay set by a controller. The TEPNOS also had a variable yield aspect, allowing the controller to adjust the nuclear yield after launching the missile. The primary purpose of this weapon was to take out deep underground military bases and terrorists hiding in caves. This weapon would cause all the devastation of a nuclear blast with none of the long-term radiation issues. This was a relatively small nuclear missile and the variable yield could be anywhere from two kilotons to fifteen kilotons depending on the target and objective.

General Stone Byrd of United States Space Command, a division of the United States Air Force, stood in the command center of the Moon Base overlooking dozens of officers seated at their work stations. Unlike the FBI, CIA, ATF, DHS and any number of other government agencies that had compartmentalized data, the NSA and Space Command had real time access to all computer systems and the authority to step in and assume control of any operation. The President of the United States was on a need to know basis, but was briefed, upon taking office, to whom he would be receiving orders from should the need arise. Day-to-day military operations and political bickering was handled by the President, but all strategic decisions were made by General Byrd.

General Byrd was arguably one of the most powerful men in the world. He was one of twelve people chosen to handle all issues regarding planetary defense. President Harry Truman had decided that interplanetary representation and defense was too important an issue to leave to petty politicians and political whims. Truman established the Air Force, NSC, CIA, NSA, and, perhaps, most importantly, the Majestic Twelve. These organizations, each operating in secrecy, would handle all issues pertaining to interplanetary negotiations, trade, and defense. When Truman handed the reigns to Eisenhower, he explained the situation, and Ike continued the policy through his eight years in office. After ten years of building the military industrial complex, Majestic Twelve became a force so powerful that even the U.S. President could not remove them.

General Byrd was second generation MJ-12. At sixty-five years old, he was the most senior member. General Byrd’s title within the Majestic community was MJ-1. However, even he had to yield his considerable power to an MJ-12 vote of all members. All members of MJ-12 had above top-secret clearance. General Byrd knew he held the fate of the world in his hands; billions of souls depended on his decisions, and most of them did not even know he existed. Nor would they. The Moon Base, aliens, technology, alien wars and space craft were all above top secret and would never be revealed to the public. While NASA was still sending rovers to Mars, they were sending manned space craft to Neptune. During the 1950s and 1960s, the Air Force had toyed with the idea of disclosure. Project Grudge and Operation Blue Book were attempts to gradually reveal information to the public, but those plans were canceled in favor of deception. Some of his fellow MJ-12 members were responsible for manipulating the media into portraying those who believe aliens exist as unhinged, conspiracy theorists. There was an entire division at the CIA whose sole function was to discredit and destroy the character of anyone claiming to believe in aliens, but that was not his department.

Today was quite possibly the biggest day in General Byrd’s long career. During his tenure, he had worked side by side with hundreds of Vitahician aliens, personally flown a space ship to Neptune, oversaw the development of Mach 6 AG Fighters, and even executed a few Large Gray aliens when the opportunity arose. But today would be a first, and based on his age, most likely his last first. Today, he would witness an event that had not happened in over seventy years.

“Good morning, General Byrd,” said General Johnson as he joined him in the back of the command center. General Johnson was tall, lanky, and had thinning gray hair. The men had grown close. After all, the circle of men that could relate to their activities was extraordinarily limited.

“Morning, General, are you ready for the big event?” Byrd asked as he sipped on his black coffee.

“Been ready for twenty years, Sir,” Johnson replied.

“Impegi is approaching low Earth orbit,” one of the junior officers called out.