Alien kidnapping, or was it Chapter 4

Alien kidnapping, or was it
Chapter 4

With a thud, Sam looked at the I.P. troops moving his way with an almost murderous rage. "There it is!" He heard one of the troops yell. Several pointed their gas weapons at him as they started to advance.

They were only twenty yards away when Sam held up his hand. "Unless you wish to piss me off seriously? I would suggest against you using those weapons. You see, I am immune to them.

Several of the men started to laugh as they advanced further, a look of supreme confidence on their faces.

"You're nothing but a savage that we will expunge from the universe!" Laughing, at least twenty started to fire at Sam.

Standing momentarily, Sam wondered how long these idiots would stand when they saw that their toys weren't working on him. A few moments later, there were several loud shouts as more men started to enter the area where Sam and the others were.

"Trooper report," a man obviously in command said a moment later as he entered the clearing.

"That thing told us he was immune; at least twenty of us used the gas guns. Right now, it appears that he IS immune to them. I believe, sir," here the trooper gulped, "that we are in a lot of deep shit!"

The commander pushed the man out of the way as he advanced to where Sam stood patiently. The IP commander was about to speak when Sam held up a hand. "I have a suggestion," Sam said between angry, clenched teeth. "As of yet, I haven't tried to make an enemy of the Intergalactic Patrol, though if things continue as they are, I damn sure will."

The commander gulped hard at the renewed murderous look that crossed Sam's face. The man started to speak, then snapped his mouth shut. Again, he tried, and then again, he thought better of it. Sam was about to move off when he heard a familiar voice.

"Samuel Ray?" The female voice said. Snapping his head back toward the commander, Sam's eyes narrowed.

"Hello Drivas. I take it you are nearby. Good, I think you should get here real damn quick. I'm very close to harming every trooper here for what they have done. Especially calling me a thing. I don't think the galaxy would miss this foul bunch!" Sam shouted.

"We are almost there, Samuel; I ask that you spare them for now. I'm sure that an apology would appease you?" Drivas asked.

"Don't think so, Drivas, though most of them dead would work!" Sam said, seething.

Sam heard a sigh, "If you could hold off for a few time frames, we will be there."

Sam thought about it a few moments, still not sure he wanted to wait as pissed off as he was. Finally nodding his head, he replied. "Alright, I'll wait, though if I don’t like what you say, there will be many hurt people."

"Good, be right there," Drivas told Sam.

A moment later, a ship touched down, and Drivas and Thallus approached Sam. Sam still hadn't moved from where he'd stopped. Though holding his temper, Sam felt it slip as the waiting was irritating him to no end.

"Alright, I waited. What could you possibly deter me from hurting all of them?

Smiling, Drivas stopped in front of Sam... "As I remember you saying you had no desire to make an enemy of the I.P., I just figured you were still in that frame of mind."

Shocked momentarily, Sam's face twisted to a grimace as he replied. "That WAS the way I was feeling.

Although being treated as something not considered alive has turned that desire into nothing." Looking straight at Drivas, Sam growled. Then his head snapped toward Thallus, who suddenly screamed, holding her head.

"NO!" She was shouting as her eyes went wide. "How? You have no training." With that, Thallus gasped and then promptly passed out.

Turning back toward Drivas, Sam's eyes narrowed, "I suggest you not try either. I can feel that your mind has been greatly boosted. Though I don't think you will succeed, you can try. After you wake up, you can tend to those left alive!"

Sighing, Drivas placed a hand on Sam to halt him a moment. "If you do this, all of the I.P. will be your enemy, including us. I do not wish this, Samuel. How can we mend this situation? I, for one, do not wish to fight you."

Calming a moment, Sam thought. "One chance, they ALL leave NOW! They don't come back, or I'll know. I have powerful thought friends out there, I'll know."

Drivas nodded as she looked at the shaking commander. "I suggest," she said to the male. "All troops and officers are evacuated as soon as possible. The sooner, the better. I also suggest you're more respectful if you ever encounter the individual in front of you again. Now GO!"

The Commander was about to open his mouth when Drivas stared at him, making him shake uncontrollably.

"Yes, special agent! Right away!" The male said, falling over himself as he started to bark orders.

Turning back to Sam, Drivas nodded, "Will that do Samuel?" She asked.

Sam was deep in thought for a few moments. "For now, Drivas for now. I'll remove all the rest of the I.P. monitors as soon as they are gone. So, are you following me?" Sam asked.

"No, we were on special assignment when we heard you were here. I was told that if I could aid you, I was to do so." Drivas said.

Sam was nodding, though he was also having difficulty buying anything this female said. Then he felt it; snapping his head up, he growled slightly as he pushed back toward Drivas, making her back up. "I told you not to try!"

Drivas's eyes went wide. She'd hardly even touched his mind, and he'd felt it. "I am sorry, Sam. This new level my mind is at is harder to keep in check." Drivas said, hoping that Sam bought the bald-faced lie.

Sam's eyes narrowed as he stared at Drivas; she was lying, though he couldn't see an advantage for his life. She was stronger, almost where he had been when they first met. Though now he was far beyond that. Strange, he thought he'd felt it growing stronger since he'd been on the blue gas world. Then, more after the Queen's world.

Drivas sighed. She was going to have to report this to Thantas. As far as she knew, the mighty woman wouldn't take the news that well.

Especially so after Drivas had asked and been granted permission to go to the third level. Not many could resist her now, yet Sam had shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

"I must go, Sam; I apologize for Thallus’s intrusion. She had a far rougher time with her new level. It is taxing to maintain control as much as we have to these first few weeks." Drivas said, trying to soothe Sam.

Sam only nodded as Drivas collected Thallus and returned to their ship. Within an hour, almost all of the I.P. troops were gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, he returned to where he'd hidden the woman he'd brought back.

Pulling up short, he saw she was awake and had been watching the exchange between him and Drivas. "I thought you'd still be out from the gas," Sam told her.

"I had thought so also. Though not long after you put me here, I awoke, weak but not nearly like I was when the gas hit me. Sam was nodding as this was striking him as odd. It was almost the same as Mellos. He'd fought her twice; what was it she said the second time? {What in the hell do you think you are doing? I need her to finish healing where you stopped!} Where he'd stopped? What in the hell was she talking about?

Looking at the female before him, he saw she was quickly gaining strength. Holding his hand to the female, Sam said, "My name is Sam. I am from a planet called Earth, well... I think I am. According to what many people say, I am really from Owt Los. They said I am Clive Stone. From what the woman who had you in her ship said, you are one also."

The young female's face suddenly held shock, then a bit of fear as she again started to tremble. "I am a descendant of the Clive stones. No, it can't be!" she stated as she fell to her knees sobbing. "I am one of the most hated beings in the galaxy then!"

Sam got a perplexed look on his face at this. "Really? I have been to several worlds where I wasn't hated but welcomed. Hell, on the last two, I was called one of the noble races. Oh, and you're not descended. You ARE one of them."

"NO! The I.P. says that all Clive stones are hideous, horrible beings bent on ruling the universe! I can't be one of..." The woman started.

"Stop!" Sam yelled a little louder than he intended, making the woman cringe. "I am one of those people; do I strike you as being that way? No, the only one I have met even remotely like that is Mellos Thymp. However, at the moment, she's starting to look better and better by the moment motive-wise. Look, whether or not you accept it, you are a lot like me. If you don't want to be bad, then don't. I have to go; think of it and tell me if you need me, ok?"

"I'll try; I'm Raydy. Thank you for all you have done." Raydy told him. Nodding, Sam took to the air again, gathering every monitor he could see and hear. Sighing after destroying them, he headed for space. Pulling up short as soon as he was in orbit, he shook his head. Should have known she'd get away, he thought as he stared at the energy trail leading deeper into space.

Shaking his head again, Sam opened another wormhole, accelerating away. Raydy watched him leave with a slight tremble to her lips. She had to learn to press her abilities down. It wouldn't do to have the I.P. coming back after her and, therefore, her family; no, she couldn't do that to them. She had to be strong. If what Sam said was true, she had to be strong.

Not far away, Raydy landed outside her home, going about her daily tasks, unaware her parents were watching her. Queen Triada? The male's thoughts suddenly said. {It appears that she has also emerged. The one called Sam saved her from Mellos Thymp. However, we have noticed a few strange things about her. Also, all I.P. troops have left the planet. However, we are still determining how long we can last without the rest of our triad.

Yes, I felt the stirrings of it; Sam has helped reestablish our Triad. Unfortunately, ours is the first in almost a century. I have sent him to your second Triad partner, though I wonder if he can fully awaken them. They have been subjugated for so long that he may destroy many to do this. I am afraid if they lose too many, they will fall no matter what.

No Queen Triada. They have always been strong. If Sam can find the last of those fighting against the I.P., then he and they have a chance. If he can truly free them, this galaxy may have a chance. The simple fact that there is at least one Triad again is promising. The male who was Raydy's parent said.

I agree, the Queen said. However, we need at least two more Triads before we can effectively do that much. As strong as Sam is, I hope this is his race's return.

Sam exited the wormhole five minutes later, not far from another grayish world. Looking around, he saw that Mellos had been here briefly and left. Moving toward her wormhole energy, Sam tried not to look at the planet.

Even as he was moving forward, he sighed when he saw what appeared to be a significant battle. Well, the explosions suggested that. Shaking his head, he headed toward the planet.

Sam's anger had finally calmed. Despite all his delays, finding Mellos again was irritating him. Then there was this business with the supposed 'good' Intergalactic Patrol. At first, yes, they had seemed benevolent, though later, his opinion rapidly changed.

He held nothing for the rest of the organization except for Drivas and even Thallus.

Going lower, he saw a small band of people holding off what appeared to be a massive contingent of I.P. troops.

This time, he was going to hear both sides before he acted. Landing within the I.P. camp, Sam went straight to the commander. Though many gave him heated looks, no one moved against him; at least they didn't treat him like he was nothing there.

The Commander's head snapped up when Sam entered. Staring at the male, the commander had been briefed about the power of him. "Hello, sir," the commander said, thinking respect might garner him more than conflict.

"May we help you? At the moment, we have to put down this rebellion. I am therefore unable to offer you much."

Sam nodded as he looked around the command post. Shaking, he could see that this was a military operation, nothing less. At least this time, they weren't out and out lying about it. "I saw that there was something of a war going on here. I might ask if assistance was necessary." Sam told the male.

Shaking his head, the commander had to step very lightly here. He'd already been told that this male had threatened to destroy all the I.P. on the last world he'd been on. The commander bowed to Sam, which caused Sam to pause, "If you can, then any aid you render will be welcome."

Sam was nodding. This was a good start, though he had to talk to the other side. Nodding as he looked over everything again, Sam said, "I'll be back soon." With that, he walked out and lifted toward the other camp.

With a grim and determined look, the commander ordered every heavy weapon to be brought forward. The I.P. might not win this day, but they needed to be stronger Prodons to lie down. No, he thought if he was going to die as he thought he was, this day was going to be for the I.P., not a freakishly strong alien that the I.P. had thought destroyed centuries ago.

Sam flew the short distance to the other camp, almost disgusted at what he saw. They needed to prepare to take on the I.P. troops as they had. Still, their determination was holding them fast. Landing, Sam could hear the slight groans of the many that were injured propped up to be able to continue fighting.

A moment later, a gray-skinned male walked up to Sam. "I take it you are here to ask for our cessation. This conflict and our life force will end soon. However, we will die free, unlike the rest of our planet. If you are here to end us, I ask you to do so quickly. To suffer longer as we are will only make us more determined to fight longer."

Sam drew back a moment. Were they fighting to stay free? Rubbing his chin, he nodded; he was only being fair, though the I.P. appeared to be on a relentless march again. "I am only here to do that which is right. Please take care of the injured. I'll be back soon." Sam said through clenched teeth, his ire rising to the surface again.

Turning back toward the I.P. troops, Sam could feel his anger as it started to seethe again. How dare they lie to him! They tried to use him after he had gone in, not as a threat but as a friend! Growling, Sam was almost to the I.P. troops when several heavy weapons opened up on him.

Surprised a moment, Sam was tossed to the side abruptly. Roaring out, he hit the nearest heavy gun, watching with a smile as it exploded. ‘So,’ he thought, ‘now they thought they could kill him? Sorry Drivas, this time many were going to die!’ He destroyed the other nineteen positions with equally explosive results as quickly as possible.

The commander thought this was an exercise in futility. Then ordered the city destroyer guns brought forward.

Sam had just destroyed the last rifle when he heard even heavier equipment being moved.

Sam had just turned toward the new sounds he was hearing. Suddenly, he was hit and forced to the ground.

‘What the hell was this,’ he thought as he started to push back against the powerful beam. Snarling when the power upped, pinning him once again, Sam chopped at the shaft, momentarily getting free.

"Keep it up!" The commander was yelling. "He can't defend against it!" Nodding, all the men on the city destroyers began to fire more earnestly at Sam. This, of course, only served to make Sam angry even more.

Finally, through being pushed back, Sam stood stalwart as he began moving forward against the increasing beams hitting him.

Surprised, the Commander ordered the retreat of all the crews as he watched Sam draw closer to breaking free. The man thought I should have brought out the planet carver. Taking cover, the commander took remote control of all the weapons, turning the power up almost all the way. He thought there was more than one way to kill this Intergalactic trash.

Sam was seething as he was slowly starting to make headway against the weapons they were using. Almost all he could see was red as he felt he was getting closer to the gun. Though it wasn't hurting him in the least, it was more annoying than anything else. Finally, Sam could touch the machine he'd been heading for. Making a slashing motion through the weapon, Sam breathed a sigh of release as it exploded.

Growling, Sam then turned his attention to the other nine, slowing his progress. So, they wanted to play it this way, he thought. Fine! Taking slightly to the air, Sam slowly made his way to each machine, destroying it as soon as he touched it.

Finally, the last was gone as Sam started looking for the troops, especially the rat bastard commander. THAT one Sam had already decided was a dead man walking! That is when he found the man. From what he saw, almost all of the troops there were gone.

Searching the area, Sam was shocked when he found none of them. That is 'til he heard a ship blast off for space. Taking off after it, he was inside in a few moments.

"So, you bastard, you thought you could kill me? I've got a better idea." Sam said as he grasped the man around the throat. "Let's take this outside the ship, shall we?" Sam growled as he walked to the hull, and both vanished. Appearing outside the ship as it moved away, Sam smiled at the commander. Waving to the man, Sam backed off as the man gasped. Then, the body started to swell and then exploded outward.

Sam nodded with a faint smile, asshole he thought. You deserved more, though I'll take what I get. Going back to the planet, Sam landed near the leader. "I take it they are gone?" The Gray leader asked.

Sam nodded as he thought of everything that had happened. "Yes, though I had to kill a great many when they started to use their weapons on me."

The gray leader nodded and then bowed to Sam. "Thank you, sir, for what you have done. Please excuse us. We have to retake our world if we are to survive." Moving past, Sam sat momentarily, surprised they hadn't asked for more help. Would it be rude if I helped them anyway?



To be continued