"For the Betterment of Planet Earth" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

OOC: Just to clear the timeline up a bit, here is what had happened, starting with Valla's first introduction to the point at which the following post occurs. (Times are "rounded" for convenience; don't take this too much to heart as it is fiction after all):


15 September 2030

• The following times are all recorded in the Alaska Time Zone (ATZ), where the air battle occurred between Alex and Dyah (and her crew).
• 0900: Air battle occurred.
• 1100: Alex and Dyah were rescued.
• 1400: They reached the Mothership. (Where over Earth it was is not mentioned, I don't think.)
• 1500: Docking and unloading take time; Alex leaves shuttle.
• Alex was given a short tour and quarters, where he got a shower and a change of clothes.
• 1700: Alex is finally presented to Queen Valla.
• 1730: They headed to the Command Center to observe the attack on the Russia and Chinese war machines in response to those two countries firing ICBMs at the Mothership.
• 1935: Attack ends, but as it does, Russian launches nukes at Earth cities: Washington DC. London. Paris. Berlin. Madrid. Brussels. Warsaw. And Kyiv.
• 1955: Kyiv is destroyed by a 40kiloton (twice the size of Nagasaki) battlefield tactical nuke. (This was 0655 local time.)
• 2030: Alex visited Dyah in her recovery room.
• 2100: Alex left Dyah to return to his Guest Suite and prepare for his departure back to Earth.
• 2130: He boarded a shuttle to return to his base in Washington State. Fairchild AFB is in the Pacific Time Zone, 1 hour ahead of ATZ, there for the times below are in PTZ.

16 September 2030

• 0230 PTZ: Alex arrives at Fairchild AFB in Washington State.
• 0300 PTZ: The shuttle departs, leaving Alex behind.

Aboard the Mothership

2100 hours Alaska Time Zone:

"Remember," Alex said with a twinkle in his eye after Dyah once again called him Major Stewart. "Just Alex."

She smiled, then laughed, saying with humor and in English without the need for the translator, "Just Alex."

Pran Torka escorted Alex toward the hangar bay where a shuttle was waiting to deliver him safely back to his Command in Washington State. Regarding the Troyna Guard who'd been escorting him earlier, Alex told Pran, "I hope that Marine Jalla has not been assigned to something too dangerous."
"No, Major Stewart," Pran responded. "He is a trusted member of My Queen's Personal Bodyguard."

Alex asked about the possibility of Jalla being assigned to him during his Emissary duties, adding, "...and you as well, Medic."

Pran smiled to the Human, saying, "I would be honored to work alongside you, Major Stewart. It is, of course, up to My Queen."

Alex finished, "But we will discuss this further at a later time."

Pran heard the translation of the man's English, then responded in English himself, "Yes. I ... hope it will so."

He wasn't sure whether or not he'd said it correctly, but Alex didn't correct him, so he was somewhat proud of himself for the attempt. The Troyna led Alex back to his Guest Quarters to change back into his USAF flight suit; he was told he could keep the Troyna Diplomatic Corps suit in case he needed it. Pran said, "It is everyone's hope that your Superiors will permit you to be the liaison between our peoples ... the Emissary."

They reached the shuttle, boarded, and disembarked; the Mothership was currently over Africa, so the transit to the Pacific Coast of the United States of America was going to be a rather long ride, even at the Shuttle's incredible speeds. Pran told Alex, "It will be four hours before we are low enough for your escorts to join us. If you wish to sleep..."

Pran knew that by this point, the Human had been awake and active for a minimum of 15 Earth hours; Pran didn't know how long Alex had been in the air before the encounter with Dyah's AV. Whether Alex napped or watched the Earth pass by below was up to the Human; Pran himself watched Africa and Asia pass under them with great interest.

They dropped back into the atmosphere over Hawaii, the glow of the Shuttle's heat shields given the people of the islands a show they hadn't expected. As the promised escort of American war birds met the Shuttle, the latter's pilot waggled his crafts wings; it was something they'd been told meant friendship in this context.

One of the American pilots saluted Alex as she flew alongside. Pran wasn't at all surprised by the sight of a female pilot; 40% of the pilots in the Troyna Flying Corps were female.

Pran was intrigued by the Human War Bird and asked Alex questions about it. "I'm sure that some of what I'd like to know is classified, so please, say nothing that will get you in trouble."

Soon, the Shuttle pilot was using translated instructions from the destination base to guide his passenger in for a safe landing. The Shuttle was capable of vertical takeoffs and landings, performing the latter atop a large marking typically used as a parking spot for the USAF's vertical lift aircraft.

There had been some concern amongst the Military Hierarchy back on the Mothership that if a Troyna aircraft was allowed to land at a Human military base, it might not be allowed to lift off and leave again; the fear was that the Human's might want to have it for study. Because of this, the pilot remained in his seat with the Shuttle ready to lift off at a moment's notice, engaging its defensive shield and performing other defensive actions if needed.

As it was, the Americans were gracious hosts, with the Base Commander coming out to meet and greet Torka and, of course, his missing pilot. Pran spoke some more of the English that he'd been learning in preparation for this moment, saying, "My Queen ... greets you ... with peace." Then gesturing toward Alex, he added, "Major Stewart is ... hero to Troyna."

Anything else out of his mouth during the conversation came via the translator. Amongst other things, Pran explained that when the shuttle lifted off again, it would require 3000 miles of atmospheric flight to separate and collect the hydrogen required for escape velocity.

When it was time to say goodbye, Pran did just that, in English. "I honor meet you, Major Stewart. Hope meet soon."

The Shuttle lifted off again, heading east again, over the United States and, eventually, Southeastern Canada as it prepared for escape. It was escorted again, first by American aircraft, then by Canadian planes. Then, somewhere over Labrador, the pilot fired the ship forward faster than any Human aircraft could hope to keep up and pulled back the stick ... disappearing into inner space to head for home.

 

[desperado1089]

Over the Northeastern US

Robert did indeed intend to lecture Anya on what a bad girl she is, but perhaps not in the manner she expected. As the sounds of his pants being undone and falling to the floor could be heard, Anya would also feel the Human's cock press against the flesh of her thigh. "You ever been fucked before?", he growled as he reached around to slightly twist one of her nipples, his other hand muffling any noises she made in response that was too loud. "Such a naughty Queen you are...seducing me and threatening my friend. There's a saying among my people, or at least some of them: you catch more flies with honey, than with vinegar." He lightly spanked her ass as she felt him grow to full hardness; he was rather thick and about six inches long, not that she could tell with it pressed to her thigh. "I think I will enjoy teaching you what happens when you use vinegar instead." The goal, of course, was to be playful, slightly dominant and "funish" her for her behavior, but hopefully she would actually take any lessons to be learned to heart.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

USAF Gulf Stream Jet
Over the Northeastern US

"You ever been fucked before?" Robert growled to Anya as he lowered his pants and underwear to reveal his hardening manhood.

She leaned and looked for his cock in the mirror but couldn't see it at this angle; she was eager to know just how much of a weapon this Human had available to him for his attack on her. As he titty twisted one of her breasts, causing Anya to draw a sharp breath of mixed excitement and pain, he continued, "Such a naughty Queen you are...seducing me and threatening my friend."

As he lectured her about honey and vinegar, Anya reached a hand back, grasping his cock and smiling at the feel of its size; as he continued talking and she began kneading him, it very quickly grew to full hardness. She could tell by touch that he wasn't the longest, thickest cock she'd ever enjoyed, but he most certainly wasn't the shortest or thinnest either. She was going to enjoy this.

There were both physical similarities and differences between Troyna and Human males, something that applied to their man parts in particular. They each had a penis; on both, it was found at the meeting of their thighs; and they each employed it for the purposes of pleasure and procreation.

But there were differences as well. First, the Troyna male's sexual organ didn't dangle before his crotch when not employed; it fully retracted into the groin, hiding behind folds of flesh that had the same general appearance as the folds of a Troyna female's pussy. (The female Troyna's womanhood, in turn, was almost identical in appearance to a Human female's pussy, except for two very obvious differenced: the first was that it came in varying shades of Troyna silver-gray, as opposed to Human pinks; and second, the Troyna female lacked a clitoris as the entirety of their pussy was an easily stimulated erogenous zone of which consistent, skilled stimulation was capable of causing deep, satisfying orgasm.)

When needed, the Troyna penis extended from its hidey hole to an almost universally consistent length of seven inches; also consistently was the girth, which was almost identical to that of the manhood Anya was currently gripping tightly, loosely, then tightly again.

The second difference between Troyna and Human males was cultural: while so many if not most Human males were ready and eager to put their cock in the pussy of any available and attractive female simply for the purpose of pleasure, Troyna males only partook of pleasure-only sex with their female counterparts -- intercourse or otherwise -- at the expressed request of those female counterparts. When it came to sex, the females called the shots.

Anya, despite having been engineered as a Human body, had been educated with the same cultural Troyna thinking regarding sex prior to her secret insertion into American society. She'd been warned that Human males would try to fuck her without her first asking for it.

She'd also been told that there would be times when she'd need to submit to the desires of those males, in an effort to gain the intelligence or access she needed to successfully complete her mission. Luckily for Anya, she'd learned that she really ... liked ... sex! Her Human form was easily excited, pleased, and satisfied by males, females, both, whatever. Her desires and needs had led to issues during her earlier decades in America, where overly sexual females were looked down upon in a society intolerant of such women.

But there were times and situations when her needs were satisfied without her causing the noses of others to rise into the air, particularly the sexual revolution of the 1960s, the partying disco era of the '70s, and beyond. Engineered not to become pregnant or suffer any of the sexually transmitted diseases that other Humans feared allowed her to be more free care regarding who she fucked, how, where, and how often. The past 70 years -- two thirds of her time on Earth -- had seen Anya easily able to find a lover without difficulty...

...as she was with Agent Peterson now. Still gripping his cock, she arched her back forward to give him better access to her hole and placed his bulbous head at it. As she felt him at her sensitive lips, she murmured, "Treat my like a Queen ... treat me like a whore ... I don't care."

 

[desperado1089]

(OOC: Until otherwise stated, assume that we are continuing the scene in the airplane bathroom, and that we are not using location headers until we switch to another scene.)

"Mmm, how  does one fuck a Queen, anyway?", Robert asked as he thrust himself inside Anya in one smooth motion, one of his hands reaching beneath her to find her clit and rub it as he began to fuck her. "And I forgot you've been here since the Great Depression. You've probably fucked more people than there are seats at Fenway Park." He kept on going, grunting and moaning as he said, "If you really do have a legit claim to the throne, then I've never fucked a princess before. I've never fucked an alien before either." Robert had a wild thought that he didn't voice: if all she said was true, maybe humanity could act as a sort of mediator, maybe find a peaceful solution, because clearly there already was a Troyna Queen.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"Mmm, how  does one fuck a Queen, anyway?" Robert asked.

As he sunk his length deep inside her with one thrust, Anya cried out in a mix of pain, pleasure, and delightful surprise. The hand before her slapped flat upon the mirror, while the one that had moved from Robert's cock to his hip dug in with modestly long, natural finger nails.

She answered his question by thrusting her ass at him, taking him even deeper and telling him, "Hard, deep ... and until I tell you to stop."

"And I forgot you've been here since the Great Depression," Robert continued. "You've probably fucked more people than there are seats at Fenway Park."

As Robert began pounding deep and hard into her, Anya answered between her own grunts, "Maybe... not Fenway ... but maybe ..."

She was going to name some other space, smaller than Fenway but larger than a bread box, but the pleasure building within her from Robert's fingers on her clit and the tip of his cock slamming her G-spot was overwhelming her.

"If you really do have a legit claim to the throne," he told her, "then I've never fucked a princess before. I've never fucked an alien before either."

Anya couldn't tell whether Robert was making fun of her or thought she might be telling the truth. Either way, for the moment, she didn't care; she was seconds away from exploding. She matched Robert's thrusts, to get the full advantage of his length and pounding on her inner erogenous zone.

"You have ... now...!" she struggled to say between the Human's thrusts. "And ... you can ... again ... if you do as ... as I ... tell you."

Suddenly, the pleasure building inside Anya hurried toward a peak. She drew and held a deep breath, then let it all out in a loud, long cry as the euphoria exploded throughout her. Her climax tore through her for, what, five seconds, ten, fifteen...? Her mind was shut down by the intense joy, leaving Anya without an understanding of the passage of time.

At some point during the orgasm, her knees gave out; she slumped forward, held up only by her forearms on the sink counter and Robert's grasp of her hips.

Anya didn't know how much time had passed before her senses returned; the Human had stopped pounding his cock into her, so she safely presumed he'd cum, too.

Looking up into the mirror at him, Anya said, "Protect me ... and ... do as I say ... and I'll make you my consort." She hesitated a moment for him to imagine what that might mean, then clarified, "You'll be at my side ... standing with me ... helping me rule this world ... and many, many more."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

16 September 2030 (Day 2)
1330 GMT (0330 in Washington State; 0630 in Washington DC; 1930 in Beijing)

From her private Quarters, Valla had been watching a holographic image of the return of Major Alex Stewart to Fairchild's Air Force Base, located just a few miles southwest of the State of Washington's largest eastern city, Spokane. The translator worn by Alex's Troyna escort, Pran Torka, had broadcasted the conversation back to the Mothership, via the Shuttle idling nearby.

There was grave concern that once the Shuttle and a pair of living aliens landed on Planet Earth, that the Human Military Officers might be inclined not to let either of them leave again. Valla was, therefore, very happy when the base's Commanding officer traded salutes with Pran and sent him on his way. The shuttle took the entire distance between North America's west coast and east coast to separate and collect the needed hydrogen and oxygen to power its engines to escape Earth's hold; two hours later, it would be aboard the Mothership once more.

"My Queen?" Valla's Aide, Ryla, spoke from nearby, gaining the Royal's attention. Ryla looked to the tablet in her hands, reporting, "The government of China has--"

"Which one?" Valla interrupted. When the Aide looked to her with confusion, the Queen explained about there being two of them.

Ryla looked back to her tablet, read, then continued, "The People's Republic of China ... the one that--"

"Attacked us ... yes," Valla filled in. "What about them?"

"They have been broadcasting a message that they have selected an Ambassador to liaise with us," Ryla answered. She tapped at her screen, causing a life-sized holographic image of Zhen Wu to appear off to one side.

"A female, yes?" Valla asked. She'd learned during her education on Earth that not only was it sometimes hard to tell the difference between Human males and females, but sometimes they even altered their gender for personal reasons. Valla wasn't surprised by this at all; more intriguing and/or controversial things regarding gender, sexuality, sex, reproduction, and other topics were on the record for other Societies in which the Troyna had gotten involved.

"Yes, My Queen," Ryla answered. She told Valla the Ambassador's name, then reported, "Ambassador Wu's message said that--"

"Ambassador Zhen," Valla cut in yet again, and again she explained, "The Chinese list their surname's first and given name second. Zhen Wu is to be addressed Ambassador Zhen, therefore."

Ryla looked to her pad, tapped a quick note, looked up, and said sheepishly, "I have a lot to learn about Humans and their culture, My Queen."

Valla laughed, saying, "We all do. We all do." She turned to out her massive windows on the Earth below. "Ambassador Zhen's message said what, Ryla?"

"That she was available for and anxiously awaiting a first conversation with you," Ryla answered, adding, "Any time, she stressed."

"Have the Chief of Intelligence come to my quarters, Ryla," Valla said without hesitation, adding, "And once he's here, make a connection to the Ambassador."

"Now?" Ryla asked, surprised. When Valla looked over her shoulder with a familiar expression, the Aide repeated without the questioning tone, "Now."

She turned away to put space between her and Valla as she did her duty, then returned a minute later to report that the CI was on his way and Zhen was standing by on a voice-only communication. With the translator turning her own Troyna into what the people of China now called Standard Chinese -- a modern version of Mandarin that had been codified during the first half of the 20th century -- Valla began, "Ambassador Zhen, it is good to speak to you and to hear from the representative of one of the Chinese States. Thank you for reaching out."

There was a moment of silence, followed by Valla asking, "Ambassador Zhen, are you there?" Valla knew that the connection was good on her end, but when she heard low whispers between at least three people on the other end, she got confused and asked, "Am I speaking to Ambassador Zhen ... or a Committee?"

"No, Queen Valla," a female voice -- that of Zhen -- answered quickly. With a hesitant voice, Zhen said, "The People's Republic of China ... the government for which I speak ... does not recognize--"

"The government of the Republic of China," Valla cut in, adding knowledgably, "In fact, you consider the Republic of China ... the island of Taiwan, as well as the many smaller islands under their governmental control ... to be a renegade province of which you will invade and take control at the time of your choosing. Do I have this correct?"

Again, there was a pause, followed by Zhen beginning a practiced political answer, "Yes, Queen Valla, the People's Republic of China considers the Republic of China to be--"

"Yes, yes," Valla interrupted. She let a moment of silence pass, then reminded Zhen, and anyone who might also have been silently partaking of the conversation, "The People's Republic of China launched atomic weapons at my ship several hours ago, Ambassador." Again, Valla paused, then asked, "You were aware of this, yes?"

Valla's question was a valid one: regardless of the Nation, State, Planet, or Species, one could always count on members of the diplomatic corps having information held from them on either a "you don't need to know that" or a "plausible deniability" condition. But Zhen came back, "Yes, Queen Valla. I ... I'm aware of that."

Another pause left Valla wondering whether or not Zhen was going to apologize or was discussing with the others near her whether she should. When the Chinese woman said nothing at all, Valla reminded her, "In response to your attempted attack on us, my Attack Vessels destroyed thousands of your pieces of military equipment."

She was referring to the Welder attacks that also crippled Russian's war machine. Zhen responded, "I am aware of this, too, Queen Valla."

With a firm tone that left no question as to whether this was a negotiation or not, Valla said, "The People's Republic of China will return all of their military sea vessels to port within 24 hours. In addition, they will return all of their military aircraft to their bases within 8 hours. The assets will never be used again over territory that does not currently belong to the People's Republic of China ... which -- and I stress this, Ambassador -- does not include the Republic of China."

By the time she finished speaking, Valla could already hear people near Zhen talking excitedly; she wondered why they didn't mute the conversation, rather than let the Troyna possibly hear what was being said. After nearly a minute, Zhen returned to begin a hesitant rambling response that, essentially, said that the PRC wasn't about to go along with these demands.

Valla cut her off, though, saying, "You have 24 hours to return your ships to port and 8 hours to return your aircraft to their air bases ... or we will blow them out of the water or out of the air ... this time without regards to the innocent crews manning them."

This time the Chinese muted the conversation taking place. Valla assumed that they were going to resume with some more blustering to save face, so she looked to Ryla and gestured a hand past her throat; just as with many Human cultures, it was a gesture to cut communications.

Valla looked to the Intelligence Officer -- who had brought the most Senior Admiral with him as well -- and told him, "I want 100 AVs over the PRC in 20 minutes. No stealth; I want the Chinese to see them."

"Yes, My Queen," the two men said almost simultaneously. They left when Valla turned her back on them. After a moment, she realized that her Aide was still standing dutifully by and asked, "What is it, Ryla?"

"The President of the United States of America has also expressed an interest to speak with you at your earliest convenience," Ryla informed her. Then, looking to her pad, she went on, "As have..."

The Aide listed the countries that had done their best to contact the Troyna, including what person -- ruler or ambassador -- was the one wanting to talk. Valla let her continue for ten or twelve countries, then cut in, asking, "Which is the smallest State to have reached out?"

Ryla looked over the list, tapping at the screen. "By geography, that would be the Vatican. It's the sovereign territory of the--"

"Yes, I know the Vatican," Valla cut her off. "Let's try a small, underdeveloped country ... with problems on which we can assist them."

Ryla checked the list again, answering, "Well, it's not the smallest or the least populated, My Queen ... but I would say that the State of Palestine is a good candidate."

She spent a couple of minutes reporting the horrors that the people of the Gaza Strip -- just one half of Palestine, with the other being the West Bank -- had faced since the eruption of yet another war 7 years ago in 2023. Then, Ryla added, "It's a very political situation, My Queen. If you wanted something less ... complicated--"

"No ... Palestine is where we will begin," Valla said. "I need sleep. Let my Advisory Council and the Military Council know that they are to gather in Central Command in 10 hours. Also, send a message to the United States of America. Tell them I will contact them directly in 9 hours."

In 9 hours, it would be half past noon in Washington DC, a good time to interrupt someone's lunch for negotiations over what Valla expected the USA to do for her.

 

[desperado1089]

Air Force Gulfstream

Robert had not, in fact, cum yet, yet he had stopped to give Anya time to work through her own climax. When she spoke, he pulled her back against his torso so he could whisper in her ear. "Listen to me. You will find that we do not take kindly to dictators around here. If you ever want to be more than a cock sleeve--" he gave her one good thrust for emphasis, "--you'll learn to be nice to people and listen to them before calling for rash things like their execution. Get me?" Without waiting for her answer, he began a second round of even more relentless fucking than the last. "And it's my job to protect you, or haven't you been paying attention the last century?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: The Gulfstream storyline and Mothership storyline aren't at the same place in the timeline at this point, in case anyone was concerned. Eventually, Robert/Anya and Valla will be at the same place together; and sometimes, they and other characters will separate and merge again. It happens.)

Air Force Gulfstream

If Anya had known that Robert had ceased his own pleasure-seeking to allow her to enjoy her climax, she would have been very impressed with his gentlemanly actions. As it was, he leaned in close to her to stress, "Listen to me. You will find that we do not take kindly to dictators around here."

She might have gotten mad for the way he was treating her, if it weren't for two very different things: first, her heart was still pounding, her lungs were still gasping for breath, and her entire being was still tingling throughout from the delicious orgasm to which he'd driven her; and second, she'd been dealing with attitudes like his own here on Earth for more than a century.

Agent Robert Peterson wasn't the first Human to which she'd exposed herself as an alien hybrid wannabe Monarch over her 100 years on Earth. Oh, it wasn't as if she'd told everyone, of course, but she had on occasion told key people with whom she'd felt comfortable.

Of course, the last time she'd done that she'd ended up being classified as mentally challenged, a designation that had led her to attack her lover, an act that -- when she'd repeated her claim of being the rightful heir to an alien empire -- had then led to her containment in St. Sebastian's Psychiatric Hospital, specifically in the criminally insane wing.

Anya knew that she'd have to take a different tact with Robert if she was to get him over to her side. Really, gaining his loyalty wasn't the primary goal; the chief task she had was to ensure that she got word to her fellow Troyna-Human hybrid clone compatriots that she'd been taken into custody, so that they could get her free.

That was going to be an issue though. Anya had lost contact with the last of her Earth-based team more than two decades ago; she'd continued to send intelligence reports to her fellow conspirators, but no one had sent her a message since about the time the world economy collapsed -- the USA's, worst of all -- back in 2008. (The two were not connected as far as Anya knew.)

Robert continued as he began pounding her pussy again, "If you ever want to be more than a cock sleeve, you'll learn to be nice to people and listen to them before calling for rash things like their execution. Get me?"

Anya reached up to the mirror again, placing a forearm upon the cool glass while her other hand again reached back to sink claws into Robert's hip. The pleasure was once again building within her, and depending upon how much longer he lasted, she might very well cum again ... possibly even a third time.

"And it's my job to protect you," he continued growling as he pummeled her pussy and slammed his groin against her ass, "or haven't you been paying attention the last century?"

Anya's mind didn't immediately catch the last half of what Robert had said to her. When it sunk in, she looked into the mirror to find his face, wondering Do I know you...? Are you ... no ... you couldn't be. I knew everyone. She couldn't know yet, but it almost sounded as if Robert was claiming to be part of the K'rek. He wasn't a Troyna hybrid-clone, though; Anya would have known that. But ... she'd recruited men and women -- fully Human men and women -- to her cause over the past hundred years, so how could she know whether or not one of her brethren had recruited FBI Special Agent Robert Peterson?

No ... no, it can't be, she thought to herself. You're imagining it. He misspoke, or you misheard. Anya was, after all, enjoying the aftermath of the greatest orgasm she'd had since she'd been locked away in St. Sebastian almost 6 years ago.

 

[desperado1089]

Robert had finally lost what little remained of his control when Anya came on his cock the third time, and during this she would feel his seed coating her insides. He had, of course, noticed the look on her face when he mentioned his job to protect her. To clear up what must have been a rather hefty dose of confusion, he explained, "As an FBI agent, my primary duty is to the safety of everyone within the United States of America, regardless of citizenship status or place of birth. That includes you. So if you face some kind of risk from being a claimant to the throne, it is best you tell me now. I cannot protect you from what I do not see coming." In an ironic twist on words, he was speaking to her as he did his best to help her clean up the mess he had made of her nether regions. More to the point, however, he had essentially said without explicitly saying that he was at least giving her claims serious consideration. Perhaps for the first time in a long time, someone believed her.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Anya's body trembled and brain swam during a second and quick third orgasms. They were incredibly satisfying, and by the time Robert had emptied his balls into her, Anya was a quivering mess; she laid upon forward upon the lavatory's countertop, elbows bent, tits pressed into her crossed forearms, with her body staying off the floor simply because her torso was supported.

"As an FBI agent," Robert began as she pulled out and began cleaning himself up, "my primary duty is to the safety of everyone within the United States of America..."

Robert spoke of how he would protect her regardless of whether she was an American citizen or even a Human Being. As she forced herself up to begin cleaning her nether regions -- with Robert's help, she was pleasantly pleased to see -- Anya was impressed by his apparent dedication to his job.

And she didn't fail to notice that Robert seemed to be talking as if believed her claim to the Troyna throne. Which brought up an interesting thought: he'd been asking about fucking a Queen as if it were nothing more than dirty sex talk, but if he truly believed that she might be the actual Troyna sovereign, what did that say about his quickness in following her to the bathroom to fuck? Did it signal a lack of respect for her position? Did it simply fortify his own ego and belief in himself as a worthy male?

Anya flinched as a male voice came over the intercom -- yes, for safety, there was one in the lavatory, too. "We're beginning out descent," the USAF jet's co-pilot announced. Concerned about exposure, Anya cracked the door open just enough to see the chair in which the Doctor was sitting; there was no sign from here that the pilot's words had awoken Liz.

"I need another moment to finish cleaning myself," Anya said, indicating that Robert should leave first. She was still naked, and to be honest, it would be rather awkward and difficult both to finish cleaning up and dress with a second body in the lavatory. She moved forward a bit, grasped Robert's still-hard cock, and -- as she kneaded it roughly -- told him, "You and I are going to make a good pair."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Midday, 16 September 2030 (Day 2 of Troyna Era)
West of Kyiv, Ukraine:

The Troyna camp had continued to grow and was now comprised of more than 40 tents in which services were being offered and another 300 that had been and still were filling quickly with survivors of the atomic attack on the State's capital. There were more than 500 volunteers from all over Europe, including scores from even Belarus and even Russia.

Those numbers, though, were dwarfed by the Troyna presence in the camp. The alien numbers included more than 500 from the medical profession; 1,000 assisting with distribution of food, water, clothing, and more; and another 2,000 constructing 3D-created housing structures and other needed items.

While most of the Humans were only interested in fulfilling their needs -- food, water, shelter, etc. -- and remaining in or near their assigned shelters, many Humans were far more interested in ogling their enemy rescuers, particularly the children, many of whom could not be convinced that the Troyna weren't Elves from Middle Earth or the Na'vi from Pandora.

While the Ukrainians had invited the aliens to help them with the survivors, an issue soon arose that was causing tensions. The Troyna Chief of Emergency Medical Operations requested that the most serious radiation poisoning cases be taken up to the Mothership for treatment that couldn't be performed down on the planet. There was resistance from some quarters, though; Queen Valla had, after all, said that the Troyna were going to export half of Earth's Human population to other planets, and some of the patients, doctors, rescue workers, and authorities questioned whether those Humans going off planet would ever return.

 

[desperado1089]

Robert grunted softly when Anya grasped his cock, in obvious enjoyment. "Perhaps. But remember: a path blazed to power should never be littered with more blood than honey. And there is wisdom in compromise." After fixing himself, he indeed left the lavatory, thinking that eventually, the issue of the Troyna's ruler would need to be resolved, if her claims about that were true. While he had outwardly signified that he believed her claims about both being an alien and at least having a legitimate claim to the Troyna throne, he knew as a seasoned investigator that proof was required before anything would stand up to scrutiny. Sitting down next to Liz and gently poking her arm, he softly murmured, "We're landing soon. Time to wake up, sleepyhead." Glancing towards the bathroom door to ensure that what he was about to do would not invoke Anya's ire, he leaned in to gently peck Liz on the spot below her ear that all women loved getting kissed on.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: Repeating) Anya said to Robert with confidence, "You and I are going to make a good pair."

"Perhaps," he responded. "But remember: a path blazed to power should never be littered with more blood than honey."

Anya smiled a bit wider; the Troyna had a similar saying, and it had been quite some time since she'd heard it.

"And there is wisdom in compromise," Robert continued.

"I've learned that the true meaning of compromise is that each party loses something they want," Anya told him as he slipped out and -- with room now -- she began dressing.

Back in the cabin, Robert sat next to Liz, waking her with a poke and "We're landing soon. Time to wake up, sleepyhead."

She looked out the port side window, studying the landscape; the long shadows of tall buildings and communications towers caused by the falling sun on the starboard side of the plane told her that it was almost sunset. "Jesus, I know it wasn't that long a flight, but I feel like I've been asleep for hours."

She saw Robert glance aft and noticing that Jane Doe 32 hadn't returned to her seat, Liz assumed he was just checking on the woman's whereabouts. She didn't think anything wicked about the two, of course; Robert was a Federal Agent, Jane -- a patient of a psychiatric hospital -- was his charge, and he would never do anything with her that was untoward.

And then there was the other fact: Robert and Liz had been on again, off again lovers for quite some time, and he'd never do something as inappropriate as ... that!

After she'd looked back out the window again, she felt Robert lean in closer, then kiss her just below her ear. She cringed at the ticklish feeling, giggled, and whispered with a giggle, "Stop that!" She looked back over the seat, just now seeing the other woman emerging from the lavatory. Looking to Robert, she flirtatiously smirked and whispered again, asking, "What hotel arrangements did you make for tonight...? You said we weren't taking Jane ... Anya ... to your superiors until tomorrow, yes?"

Anya passed by, looking to Liz and smiling politely before returning to her own seat; it was one of the small jet's backwards facing seats, giving her a clear view of the two sitting together. She studied them a moment, smiled, and mused, "You're cute together. You'd make a cute couple." She paused as Liz seemed to don an uncomfortable expression, then ventured, "You aren't already fucking, are you?"

"Jane!" Liz snapped angrily. She began to speak again but paused as a blush flooded through her face; she wasn't sure whether it was because of her anger about the other woman's lewd suggestion or because Anya had been right on the money regarding her relationship with Robert.

"Sorry," Anya said, her tone less than sincere. She looked away, out the porthole window to the bright red sun that was falling in the west.

 

[desperado1089]

"Liz," Robert began, "I think it is at least not outside the realm of possibility that this woman is who she claims to be. The arrival of the Troyna is going to require every patient who has claimed to be an alien or have encountered them to be reevaluated. Heck, if the Troyna become our allies, they might have more insight on the matter. They're clearly very advanced and have encountered other cultures. And besides, even if she is as delusional as you think she is, which in my opinion is a kind of closed-mindedness that is at odds with a woman of science such as yourself, isn't Anya a better name than Jane Doe 32?" He reached over and grasped her hand. "And yes, I know that you have determined that it is impossible for her to be an alien. But that determination was made before they literally appeared in our skies. I know that you value stability, consistency. But we are in uncharted waters now. Impossible has a new definition, one we are still figuring out."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Robert spoke about it not being outside the realm of possibility that Anya was just what she claimed to be, the Human-hybrid Queen of an Alien race. "The arrival of the Troyna is going to require every patient who has claimed to be an alien or have encountered them to be reevaluated."

Liz laughed, asking playfully, "Do you have any idea how many patients that is...? In New York? In the US? Worldwide?"

Then Robert criticized Liz's closed-mindedness regarding Anya's alien-clone story. She sat there in silence as he spoke, taking in every word with interest, as she did every word spoken to her by her patients and her fellow doctors when talking about those patients. Listening wasn't enough for a psychiatrist, of course; actually hearing was the trick to uncovering a patient's issues and needs and then finding the proper solutions for both.

"And yes, I know that you have determined that it is impossible for her to be an alien," Robert said, his tone sincere. "But that determination was made before they literally appeared in our skies."

Robert was both simultaneously incorrect and correct in what he was saying. The incorrect portion was that Liz had determined Jane Doe 32's story to be a bunch of bullshit before the aliens had arrived. Truth was, Jane hadn't been Liz's patient until the arrival of the Troyna. The woman's previous doctor -- no longer with St. Sebastian -- had left catalogued notes in her digital file that had been flagged and drudged up by the Hospital's new AI treatment program; literally, a computer had found the word Troyna and alerted the Hospital's staff to Jane.

The correct portion, though, was that Earth was in fact being visited by aliens, presumably the same aliens that Jane -- Anya -- had been speaking about for half a dozen years before their arrival. Robert told her, "We are in uncharted waters now. Impossible has a new definition, one we are still figuring out."

Liz looked to Anya, finding the other woman staring directly at her; the alien had been listening to the pair, though, Liz couldn't know whether or not she'd been able to hear the conversation over the noise of the jet's engines during descent. Anya smiled, and Liz smiled back. Then, looking to Robert, she said softly, "Okay ... you're right. The Troyna being here adds validity to Ja-- to Anya's story. I will ... I will give her the benefit of the doubt. You take the lead with your investigation. I'll stand out of the way, but ... I want to be there at all times when she's being interviewed ... to provide ... support to her."

Suddenly, the plane's nose pulled up, followed by the wheels touching roughly upon the tarmac beneath them. The pilot taxied the plane toward and into a large hangar where several black SUVs with a dozen MIB-types waiting dutifully near them. The plane stopped, the door fell open, and one of the black-clad men came aboard, looking to Anya, Liz, and finally Robert.

"Special Agent Peterson, I'm Special Agent Cooper," the man began offering his hand. "I'm afraid that plans have changed. We were taking you straight to Bureau headquarters, but ... something's happened. I can't tell you what because, honestly, I haven't been informed."

Behind him, three other MIBs boarded, immediately collecting the minimal amount of luggage, briefcases, and more that the three passengers had brought with them. Cooper continued, "We have two suites for you at the Conrad. You'll find them very comfortable ... and our Security Team has already determined them secure."

He turned to the side, swept a hand, and asked, "Shall we?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: This picks up from desperado's last post about Alex, #45.)

Fairchild Air Force Base
Outside Spokane, Washington

16 September 2030 (Day 2), 0300 hours Pacific Time Zone:

No sooner had the Troyna Shuttle that brought him back to Earth lifted off and headed east for its return to the Mothership then Major Alex Stewart was escorted away from the tarmac, into a building, down several halls and an elevator, and finally into a briefing room where he was sequestered for questioning. He told the interviewers what he could, fulfilling his duties as a United States Air Force Officer.

"If they wanted to invade," he said in conclusion, "they could do it at any point in time."

"Is there anything more you can tell us about their plans for the Russian Federation and, in particular, President Putin," one of the interviewers -- interrogators? -- asked.

Alex answered, "They ... said that they will let us handle Putin."

Two of the Air Force Officers and a civilian who hadn't identified himself took a moment to whisper to one another. Alex cut through the delay with, "They are not the enemy. I will never be convinced otherwise."

From the back of the room, a woman who until now had only stood there in the shadows finally spoke up: "They did destroy almost 4,000 nuclear warheads that were the US's only deterrent to a nuclear strike from Russia ... China ... North Korea."

One of the Officers reminded the woman, though, "Russia, China, and North Korea's nukes were destroyed, too."

"Or we're they?" the woman asked. "Maybe you forgot about Kyiv."

"Maybe you forgot about Warsaw," the Officer spoke up again. "Ground radar and drones all caught what the aliens did. They rammed the ICBM heading for Poland's capital ... destroying it and themselves all at the same time."

The woman in the back finally stepped forward from the shadows, revealing herself fully to the pilot. She told him, "My name is Paula Reed, Major." She smiled a bit wider, then informed him, "I will be your shadow for the next few days ... possibly even weeks, while we figure out what to do with you."

Alex's Commanding Officer reminded Paula that Alex was a commissioned USAF pilot, and that he would be needed to return to active duty. Before he could finish, though, Paula interrupted, "Major Stewart is coming with me to Washington. The President has requested an audience with him ... at which, I am told, he will be looking at a promotion and awards for his heroism against the ... enemy alien ship that he shot out of the air."

 

[desperado1089]

Fairchild AFB

During the last few moments of the briefing, Alex would interrupt at the proper time with, "They did not disable all the nukes with the first wave, but they did get most of them. They were gearing up to get rid of the rest when Russia and China deployed against them. It was sheer chance that the one that hit Kyiv was still live. I will stake my life and career that the entire world is now free of the specter of mutually-assured destruction, and all of Humanity, American, Chinese, Russian, Polish, British, and so on, have the Troyna to thank for that."

But when the spook went and ruined the mood, Alex stood up straight and said, "No. I will not accept anything, nor will I see the President, so long as you frame the Troyna as our enemy. They are not. You have until the morning to change your tune, as does everyone else here who dances to it. If you still wanna paint me as some kinda hero against the alien menace, then you can have my resignation." Without a backward glance, Alex wheeled around and marched out of the briefing room, not even allowing his babysitter to follow him. If she did, he would round on her. "I don't give a flying fuck what orders you got, spook. You will stay away from me for eight uninterrupted hours of sleep or you will find yourself at the tender mercies of our medical facility. Good night."

When he got to his personal vehicle, he would take it off the base and find the most anonymous, cleanest hotel within a half hour drive, and pay cash for it. Then he would sleep like a rock for the next eight hours, under pain of torture and death for anyone who dared interrupt him.

 

[desperado1089]

Joint Base Andrews

"Bureau Headquarters? I thought she was getting tested at Walter Reed?" Robert refused to shake hands with Cooper and looked around, rising to his feet, holding up a hand and subtly opening his jacket for easier access to his weapon. "I'm gonna need to see some identification and verify this with the Hoover Building." He stepped between the MIB looking guys and Liz and Anya, as he waited for them to respond to his request.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Joint Base Andrews

"Bureau Headquarters?" Robert asked. "I thought she was getting tested at Walter Reed?"

Agent Cooper feigned disappointment with Robert when the latter refused to shake his hand. He didn't fail to notice the other Agent preparing to pull his weapon, lifting his hands in a playful surrender gesture as he said, "Relax, Peterson. Let me make a call."

A minute later, Cooper put his cell away, smiled to Robert, and said, "Walter Reed it is, then." He looked to Liz, asking, "Will it be the hotel for you, Doctor. You look--"

"No, I'll stay with my patient," Liz said quickly.

Cooper looked to Anya for the first time, taking her in from head to toe and back. His gaze paused noticeably on her bosom for a moment; after the tryst in the lavatory, Anya had stuffed her bra into her bag, as opposed to donning it once more, and the confrontation between the two men had excited her nipples to conspicuous stiffness.

"Hello," the Agent said, again looking to Anya's eyes. "I'm--"

"Special Agent Cooper," Anya cut in; she offered her hand, and when he took it, her grip said volumes about her immediate fondness for him. Still holding his hand, Anya said with a sweet, flirty voice, "It's been a long day for me, Special Agent Cooper. Perhaps...?"

Cooper was again checking out the conspicuous nubs beneath Anya's blouse before wising up and saying, "Oh ... of course."

He released Anya's hand, smiled to the others, and led them off the plane to the awaiting SUVs.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Fairchild AFB
Outside Spokane, Washington

0530 Local time

Alex defended the Troyna, stressung that they weren't the enemy. When the spook, Paula Reed, said that he was coming with her to DC to meet the President and be awarded medals, he countered, "No. I will not accept anything, nor will I see the President, so long as you frame the Troyna as our enemy. They are not."

He put his foot down regarding the stance taken by the others regarding the Troyna, threatening resignation if they couldn't see the aliens as he saw them himself.

Alex stormed out, and after a moment of trading glances with the others, Paula followed. He spun on her, saying, "I don't give a flying fuck what orders you got, spook. You will stay away from me for eight uninterrupted hours of sleep or you will find yourself at the tender mercies of our medical facility. Good night."

Paula gestured surrender as other people seemed to be doing a lot these days, saying, "I'm not stopping you. But...! You must understand that we can not simply let you run off on your own without supervision ... and protection."

Paula took a cautious step closer to Robert, saying, "Major ... you have to understand something. Think about this: you are the first and only Human Being in the history of Mankind ... to have not only variably met a member of an alien species ... but gone onto their fucking ship, too!"

The rescue mission to Kyiv was yet to happen, of course, and when it did, that status would, of course, no longer be true. But for now, it was.

She smiled for the first time, adding with a sense of playful awe, "You're Will Smith from ID4 ... shooting down an alien warship ... that guy in Stargate who goes onto Ra's pyramid ship, whoever's he was."

She paused a moment, becoming more serious. "You might not understand this ... probably won't accept this ... but a third of the Human Race right now wants to have sex with you because they think that you're a superstar hero ... a third wants to kill you because they think you've been body snatched and you're the first step to ending the Human race ... and the last third...? They haven't heard about all this yet because they live in mud and grass huts in the Amazon or Congo or igloos in the fucking North Pole."

Paula continued to follow Alex as he reached and got to his personal vehicle. As they walked, she informed him, "I'm going to leave you alone and give you your space ... for now. But in 8 hours, you and I are going to talk about next steps ... whether you want to or not."

Paula watched him pull away, then signaled a pair of MIBs standing outside a black sedan several spaces away. They hopped into their ride and followed Alex at a discreet distance.

...............​

1400 hours local time:

Precisely 8 hours after her henchmen had told her the lights had gone out in Alex's motel room, Paula was knocking on Alex's motel room door with one hand while the other held a pair of paper sacks filled with breakfast foods and hot coffee.

 

[desperado1089]

Joint Base Andrews and surrounding areas

"Right, sorry about all that," Robert said, visibly relaxing when Agent Cooper checked in with his superiors. "I just got a little suspicious. How's about I buy breakfast to make it up to you?" He clapped his fellow agent on the shoulder as he followed him off the plane and into one of the waiting SUVs. He himself was dressed much more casually, a black windbreaker over a navy blue polo shirt, khakis and Doc Martens boots; the others were fully monkey-suited up. The driver didn't use the lights or siren when they set off, with Liz and Anya in the back seat and the other agents in the trailing SUV. Perhaps the object was to remain inconspicuous, which seemed to work.

When they got to the hotel, all Robert could think about was sleep. So he went to his room without preamble and undressed to his underwear and fell into bed, intending to get as much rest as he could.

 

[desperado1089]

Fairchild AFB and surrounding areas

When the CIA chick explained her position further, Alex actually seemed to deflate a bit. "You're right," he murmured. "I'm sorry, I just...when you called them the enemy, it rubbed me the wrong way. I won't budge on that front, but I do agree about the whole danger from my fellow man thing. I'll definitely accept some protection, and we can hash out the details over breakfast, all right? Oh, and do tell me if Langley has suddenly been permitted to operate on US soil, so I don't accidentally call the FBI on you or something." His acceptance of protection and acknowledgement of its need was genuine, but that last sentence was half-sarcastic, half-warning. As he reached the door, he turned around and said, "The guy who got on Ra's ship and set off the nuke? Colonel Jack O'Neill, US Air Force. Played by Kurt Russell in the movie, Richard Dean Anderson in the TV series. There was a joke in one of the episodes, where he emphasized that his last name was spelled with two L's, because there was another Colonel with the same name with one L; this was a reference to the movie version, who was portrayed as gruff and humorless and had one L in his last name. Good night."

It wasn't difficult to suss out the suited gorillas that followed him to the hotel, but he had to admit that he did basically agree that he needed protection. At any rate, the next morning he was in a much better mood and answered the door with a smile. "Morning, Paula," he said and opened the door wider to let her in. His car had a small go-bag in it, so he had switched to a pair of camouflage ABU pants and an Air Force T-shirt instead of his flight suit, the ABU top slung over a chair at the small table in the room. He pulled out the other for her and sat down. "So, have you reevaluated the Troyna's status as the enemy? Or do I need to cut this pleasant breakfast rather short?" She would notice a loaded pistol on the table as well; it seemed that her warning about one-third of Earth's population being out to get him sunk in.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Joint Base Andrews
Southeast of Washington DC.

Late evening

"Right, sorry about all that," Robert said when Special Agent Cooper attempted to redirect Anya to FBI Headquarters in DC, as opposed to Walter Reed Hospital, which had been arranged even before the wannabe Queen had left Upstate New York. "I just got a little suspicious. How's about I buy breakfast to make it up to you?"

"That works," Cooper responded, leading them all off the plane to the awaiting cars. When they got to the Conrad, yet another MIB-type handed off key cards. Cooper handed one to Robert and another to Liz, chuckling, then saying, "The two of you can decide which room your patient will stay--"

"She'll stay with me in my room, thank you, Agent," Liz said firmly. She looked to Anya for a nod of agreement, only to find her face filled with overexaggerated disappointment. Liz repeated firmly but quietly, "You'll be staying with me in my room."

"Whatever," Anya mumbled.

They boarded the elevator, ascended to the 14th floor, and headed to their adjacent rooms. Liz pulled out her cell phone, called a friend who lived locally, and spent ten minutes talking. When she ended the call, she informed Anya, "A friend of mine who knows more about shopping than Amazon Prime is bringing us some things ... clothes, cosmetics, and such. She'll drop them by in the morning on her way to work."

Liz ordered some room service, and while they waited, the two women talked; the conversation began with random general topics, from the flight to DC to the weather, before eventually they began talking about Anya and her claim. Liz asked, "Can I ask ... how did you end up at St. Sebastian?" She grimaced playfully, adding, "The report in your file was a bit ... vague."

Anya's expression went solemn, as she thought back to those days 6 years ago. By that point, her ... mental issues had become a permanent part of her life. She would blame it on the loneliness that she'd been feeling more deeply with each passing decades if she wasn't so far gone not to see that. Rather than tell Liz the whole story, she simply answered, "I punched a guy ... the police came ... he said I was an alien conspiracy nut, and when I didn't contest the claim ... they took me in for observation. I ... may have told them about the Troyna and my place in the Empire..."

She shrugged, stood, and said, "I'm going to bed." Anya hopped up, heading for one of the two bedrooms. She stopped short, looking back to Liz and asking with a flirty smile, "Care to join me?"

The woman's question threw Liz off; even though sexual preferences were a common entry into a patient records, Liz had seen nothing about Anya being gay or bisexual. Even though she herself had the occasional dalliance with other women, Liz wasn't about to sleep with a patient, particularly this one. She politely said only, "G'night, Anya."

"You called me Anya," the other woman pointed out.

"Well ... Robert and--" Liz began, stopping when she realized how she was speaking of her sometimes lover with such familiarity. She continued, "Special Agent Peterson and I talked ... about how I should at least give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Thank you," Anya said again. She considered what Liz was saying, then before leaving only said, "I'll show you."

Liz let her suite-mate disappear into the room, then spent a moment contemplating about the offer she'd made. Anya was a beautiful, sexy woman; along with Robert, Liz had seen her naked early in the day, and while she'd acted shocked and appalled at the time, she hadn't been able not to ogle the woman's incredible feminine features.

She went to her own bedroom, showered -- taking a moment to masturbate to a mix of images of Robert, Anya, and both -- then slid into the bed and slept soundly through the night.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Fairchild AFB and surrounding areas
Spokane, Washington

16 September 2030
1400 hrs local time

"Morning, Paula," Alex said opening the door and finding Paula with her hands full of breakfast. Inviting her in, he asked, "So, have you reevaluated the Troyna's status as the enemy? Or do I need to cut this pleasant breakfast rather short?"

Paula began opening the bags and distributing their contents upon the table as she responded, "Well, I have a suspicion that my opinion isn't really what you're looking for. I'm just a spook, as you pointed out yesterday."

She smiled to him as she lifted her coffee to her lips, taking a cautious sip; even drinking, Alex would see the smirkish grin at the edges of her lips. Lowering the cup, Paula continued, "I will tell you this, though." She hesitated; her opinion wasn't a popular one with many in the government, military, and intelligence fields. She finished, "I don't miss all those nukes. Maybe the aliens ... the Troyna shouldn't have destroyed them the way they did. They could have asked, I guess. I think that looking up at that ship might have been enough for us down here to shit our pants and say, Sure, we'll get rid of them."

Then she remembered that Putin had launched ICBMs at other cities after first shooting them at the Troyna. She laughed, correcting, "Or ... maybe not."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

OOC: This is just a quick post to speak on who is where doing what; and what is happening where on this day. I only do this in the IC because with this many primary characters in so many locations, it can be hard to keep up with them at times.

To be honest, I'm doing this mostly for me.

For the ease of understanding the different time zones, here is a map of the time zones.

BTW, the list of post numbers below are in chronological order by the RP time, not necessarily the Post #.

...................................

Date: 16 September 2030 (in the US, anyway; GMT for some of the characters below would be a 17 September date).

• Troya Refugee Assistance Team:
  • Thousands of Troya responding to the refugee crisis after Russia nuked Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine.
  • The last reply for them was "midday", so let's call it 12 noon local time (EET or Eastern European Time; or 1000 GMT). Last post: #61.
• Queen Valla (and her aides, Pran Torka and Ryla); Chinese Ambassador to the Troya, Zhen Wu
  • Valla and her Aides are on the Mothership; Zhen is in Beijing.
  • They just had an interesting conversation. Post #56.
  • The time of this post was 1330 GMT, which was 1930 Beijing time.
• USAF Major Alex Stewart and spook, Paula Reed:
  • They are at Alex's motel room outside Fairchild AFB, southwest of Spokane Washington.
  • They are to discuss what's next in Alex's adventure after being taken aboard an alien spacecraft in orbit.
  • The last reply for them was posted for the local time of 2pm (1400 hours Pacific Time Zone or 2200 GMT). Last post: #74
• FBI Special Agent Robert Peterson, Psychiatrist Liz Wilson, and presumed Human-Troyna hybrid clone Anya Muur:
  • They flew into Joint Base Andrews, southeast of Washington DC, and are now in the Conrad Hotel -- also in Washington DC -- for the evening.
  • They are going to Walter Reed Hospital in the morning.
  • The last reply for them was posted "late evening", which I'm going to record here as meaning 9pm (2100 hours Eastern Time Zone, or 0200 GMT on 17 September 2030). Last post: #73
• President Victoria Stevens, Senator Madeline Templeton, and Senator Gregory Heins, Chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee:
  • Nothing really to say, except that they are in Washington DC.
  • I just wanted to include them.
  • The last post for them all: Post #30
  • However, President Stevens is mentioned in Post #56.
• Russian President Vladimir Putin
  • He is taken into custody by members of his own armed forces.
  • They intend to take him to the West and turn him over.
  • Last post regarding him: bottom of Post #45.