Intro to my book on UFO disclosure (fiction)

Sorry I accidentally deleted this earlier.

Don't worry about the section/chapter that's more for me than anything. So there are a few things I'd like if you would be so kind as to give them! First, any feedback is greatly appreciated, second if I improperly used any term, or if something sounds unrealistic (besides the core concept) please tell me! Third, I am going to write a 3rd main character into it (the airliner crew are minor characters), and I'd like suggestions.

Journal of Dr Koening Feb. 7, 2024

Many ask if I would do it all again, and I can't say for sure. I have lost a lot. More than anyone even knows. The guilt gnaws at me, but it had to be done. War was once done in an honorary fashion, on a battlefield, in one on one combat. This has always been how I envisioned combat; an ignorant if romantic notion. We may have been successful, but that success has taken it's toll. To be honest, almost everything we did was done on instinct, and the rest was made up along the way. A lot of lives have been lost...a lot, and humanity has been changed forever. I didn't really have a choice to participate or not, I didn't choose this path, it chose me. There are those who believe I'm a hero, and I have a room of medals, citations, honorary doctorates, and other validation, but it's all shit. The real heroes are the men and women who chose this path, and knew what was going on coming into it. They had the guts to face down an unknown enemy that had never known defeat, and never waiver. There are 2 in particular I will mention who were instrumental in our victory. The training programs and the technology I helped engineer were my contributions, but it seems I was in the dead center of the maelstrom. I only ask that you don't judge me for what I've done,

Section 1, chapter 1

Sarah and I were driving down 326, and we were only 4 hours from home. That night we had traveled from Dallas, Texas to Alamogordo, New Mexico. We were now on our way back, but there was a brutal storm. Between the rain, wind, and darkness, I was just tired of driving. I noticed Sarah wince due to a particularly concussive lightning strike, so I grabbed her hand to comfort her. Sarah looked over at me and smiled sheepishly: “I'm sorry I feel kind of anxious right now...these dirt roads are creepy.” I responded, “Yeah I know, but at least this one only goes on for a a few more miles. Just get some rest OK?.”I didn't tell her, but I was feeling a little bit anxious too. After this dirt road there were more dirt roads, and you guessed it, more dirt roads after that.

An hour later Sarah was asleep and I was still driving. I was looking out at the trees pass by, and turning some ideas over in my head. My mind was still running a million miles an hour. I had been attending a symposium on M-theory hosted by Michio Kaku, and I felt wide awake.

Quauntum Electro-dynamics, energy in the vacuum, supersymmetry, M-theory, there was just too much to do. Too much to discover, too much to learn. Could the Universe really contain eleven dimensions? Universe wasn't even the right term anymore, it was the multiverse. I had an interest in psychology as well, and the term cognitive dissonance came to mind. The framework I had learned through his education was slowly eroding, and it was a little unnerving. Exciting, but unnerving.

Could we all be living on a massive string structure? What about all the unexplained phenomena in physics? What about gravity, a theory riddled with inconsistencies. “Do not be afraid.” I jumped and almost hit my head on roof's felt liner. Unfortunately I also knocked over my cell phone which proceeded to pull the tape deck out of the radio in his Mercedes. Unfortunately, that woke up Sarah. “Hey honey what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost” Sarah said.

“Just heard a weird noise that's all, go back to sleep we're still a couple hours out.” I responded. But it wasn't just a weird noise, it was a very distinct voice. It sounded like someone was in the car with us, but Sarah and I were the only people in the car. Not only was it a voice, it was a really creepy voice. Just exhaustion creeping up on me I thought, just exhaustion. I thought hey, it was probably just a hypnagogic hallucination from slipping into stage 1 NREM sleep. I had narcolepsy, and it had happened before. Still, somewhere I knew I was wrong. I wasn't tired, and I wasn't tired when I heard that voice either.

Five minutes later and Sarah was already back to sleep. I had never been able to sleep soundly or fall asleep quickly. There were always a million things running through I head, and I had major issues with insomnia. Sometimes it took as much as 20mg of melatonin to fall asleep, and I woke up groggy when he did that. Ah jealousy. Maybe because I finally found my validation, maybe because of age, but I don't have that issue anymore.

The dirt road was giving way to gravel; and in the rain that just made things worse. I hated taking all the shortcuts, but it was a long drive! Suddenly, all at once all the rain died down. I felt chills creep up my spine, and I knew my palms were sweating on the steering wheel. Suddenly the radio died and the headlights went out. I pulled off onto the shoulder. My gas light was flickering on and off, so I pulled off onto the shoulder and tried to turn on my hazards, only to find the hazard lights not working. I grabbed my LED flashlight and gently shook Sarah's shoulder. I tried to keep my voice clear from the anxiousness I was feeling.

“Hey Sarah the radio and headlights just randomly went out, and now the hazards aren't working either. I'm gonna give triple A a call to come and pick us up” I said. I pulled out my blackberry and glanced at it. Fuck. No signal whatsoever, typical. I told Sarah and she said “Maybe there is a house around here with a phone we can use?” I responded “Honey it's in the middle of nowhere, it's almost midnight, and lack of bullet holes is one of my better qualities.” She looked a little hurt but she obviously got the point. “so...now what do we do?.” Normally those words gave me some “ideas” but now I was just wound up a little too tight.

All of a sudden, in the midst of everything, nature decided to call. I opened up the glove compartment, and grabbed my Springfield XD (chambered in .45ACP) and belt-holster, just in case. I said as much to Sarah, holstered the weapon, opened the door, and walked outside. It was mid-January and it was really cold, and the LED flashlight wasn't helping much in the darkness.

I walked along the road, the only sound was the gravel under my feet. After about 200 yards I found a tree that looked like it needed a drink and did my business. Just as I finished up, the LED flash light went out. That's when I knew something was wrong. Then I heard another sound: footsteps. This was not good, this was worse than bad. The next sound I heard haunts my to this day. The next sound I heard was Sarah screaming. It sounded like there was something horrible being done to her judging by the scream. Without even thinking I had my pistol in my hands and the thumb on the safety. I had my CHL, and I was fairly confident with my trusty springfield.

All of a sudden the flashlight turned on, so I grabbed it and shined it towards the car. I saw 3 silhouettes: two were about 4 feet tall, and one was very tall, almost 8 feet. I saw that Sarah was still in the car so I risked a shot at the tall one. I don't even remember hearing gunshots, I don't remember firing, I just remember pulling the trigger until my gun ran dry. My best estimation is that 3 slugs caught it in the head, 4 in the center mass, and 3 misses. Not that it mattered, the only visible damage I did was to break the lens over one of it's eyes. Immediately I regretted firing, as it turned towards me and looked me in the eyes. The left lens was still intact, but the right one was “shattered” if I can use that word. I could see it's eye behind the lens and it was awful. Those eyes...those eyes changed my life forever.

Section 2 Chapter 1

“Be advised foxtrot lima 1-5 niner, there is a ah bogey at 35,000 feet. We have a solid contact approximately 350 feet ah... wide on scopes. Request you adjust heading to 038 and dial in one-two-six-point-four-niner ” That woke Captain Kelley up out of his daydreaming in a flash. His co-pilot (and little brother) Chris keyed in the frequency and turned towards him. “You think this is for real? 350 feet is unreal, one time I saw an AN-225 take off and it was so huge it looked unnatural, and it is only 290 feet. Captain Kelley picked up the transmitter “Roger, this is ah.. foxtrot lima 1-5 niner I'm currently at 30,000 feet, still picking up that object? The tower controller immediately responded, he was talking very fast, and sounded very anxious. “That's affirmative we are still picking up the object, be advised it appears to be on an intercept vector with your craft, and is closing from a distance of 32 miles.” There was utter silence in the cockpit, even Chris wasn't talking. There was a craft completely obscuring their vision. It was octahedron and huge. Michael could literally feel the sweat pouring down his face, but he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything. “foxtrot Lima 1-5 niner the tower requests your current position!” Captain Kelley shot hit the transmit button on the transmitter in a daze. “It's not 32 miles out it's right in front of me.” he could hear how sluggish his voice was, but he kept talking. The only thing he could focus on was the sheer size of the craft. Then it shot off to a distance of about 3 miles, just off his 7 o clock. “base be advised this craft is at least 500 feet wide and it's pacing me at 3 miles. Chris was just sitting in the copilot seat, completely supported by it. With a glazed look on his eyes, and in barely a whisper he asked “what the hell was that thing?” Then he heard the radio squawk “The USAF has scrambled 2 alert-5 birds from Wright-Patterson, and their TOT is 12 minutes.” Michael felt relieved, at least help was coming. “Chris, we aren't out of the woods yet, it's in trail and pacing at 3 miles.”

Suddenly the flight attendant busted in, “Captain could you please tell me what the FUCK is behind us? The passengers are losing their goddamned minds!” Michael looked at her knowingly, but before he could talk Chris jumped in “No clue, but it's really big, and really fast. There are USAF fighters on the way, but I don't know whether that's good or bad. I'd hate to start a war against something with this kind of technology”

Michael heard a roar that took him back to his military days. A familiar dull roar, and then he saw 2 F-14s, blowers engaged, dive from about 45,000 feet. The airliner passed by the pair of F-14s at 8 o’clock, massive UFO in tow. Captain Kelly told Chris to grab the wheel and sprinted out of the cockpit, and down the aisle. He probably looked like a crazy man, but they all saw this thing! The F-14s had circled around and bled off speed, but now they were at the end of the arc. Both crafts had a perfect angle on the craft, but then Michael knew something was very wrong. Both F-14s were shedding speed and losing altitude. Michael felt chills run down his spine, he felt the skin on his arms prickle, and the enormity of the situation hit him.

The pair of F-14s went into stalls, and were dropping like stones...

Section 3, Chapter 1

Lt Colonel Jonathon Tenaaguh woke up to klaxons going off. It was 4 am and he was trying to sleep in the flight bay. Unfortunately, the base was on alert, and even more unfortunately he was one of the bases alert-5 pilots. When a craft is designated as an alert-5 bird, it has to be constantly prepped. It has be to be ready to go on 5 minutes' notice. At Wright-Patterson tonight there were 2 alert pilots, Major Sano and himself. Major Sano wasn't in the bay, so he was probably grabbing chow, because he was always eating. Major Ted Sano was a man you had to have respect for though. He was only 5'5”, and he was horribly awkward. He had bright red hair, and a piss poor attitude. There was once a betting pool done as a joke to see if he weighed more than 100 pounds. He did, barely, 110. The second you put him behind an aircraft it didn't matter though. He was free when he was in the air, and there was a fire in his eyes.

There were people running every which way, and the base went off as he knew it would “alert pilots please prep for immediate takeoff”

As he left he broke into a sprint. He sprinted across the parade ground to the

runway where his F-14 was obscured by the crew prepping it. Major Sano was already in his craft. He did not look happy, and judging by the mustard on his coveralls, was in mid-meal when the alarms went off.

Instantly, 2 of the crew were around him to help him get his G-suit on. 5 minutes later he was in the cockpit with his harness engaged, and his visor up. All he was waiting for was confirmation. “Stalker 2-1 clear for take-off.”

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