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EPISODE 85
“I’m sorry, Joseph. I find a sudden need to break protocol and interrupt at this point. Why am I about to die?” A clearly perplexed, and now concerned, Chief Inspector O’Reilly asked.
“Do you believe in sci-fi, space monsters, and life on other planets, Chief Inspector O’Reilly, or do you think that predictions of the future that have already come true were simply coincidences? People like Da Vinci and Jules Verne with their predictions of submarines, Da Vinci in, or around, fifteen fifteen, and Jules Verne in 1872 (in the English pulication of his book), and they weren’t the only ones; there were fourteen or more patents in the system by seventeen twenty seven.. And, of course, H.G.Wells introduced us to outer space creatures intent on taking over our planet.”
“I believe some people have the gift of prophesy, and I believe there very well could be the chance of life on other worlds in some form or other, but life-forms restricted to the environment of their own planet; Things like bugs, grubs, birds and bees, all designed for their environment. Five eyed monsters with a dozen tentacles, no thumbs and deep muffled voices rolling through space, speaking perfect English or Japanese as they get ready to attack us and little green men intent in turning us into slaves, or the equivalence of human K.F.C.. These I find a little difficulty in trying to believe could possibly exist.”
“Ouch, well, two out of three ain’t bad, as Meatloaf once put it, but, in this case, it has to be three out of three. How about witches; do you believe witches exist? Ah, your exasperated sigh tells me the answer. You have discovered nothing about their disappearance, never mind their actual existence. So please let me fill you in on all the gory details, and I expect another sigh to emerge as a result of your scepticism. However, I beg of you to not speak until I have explained more. I will make this as painless as I possibly can, but you must understand that I am telling you facts, not a sci-fi fairy tale, no matter what you may think. You must rid yourself of prejudices; be prepared for a new way of thinking.
Firstly, there is a creature that wishes to invade this planet. This creature is half man, half demon. He is known by several names including Rangor and the Punjaniti. The creature is ancient, very ancient, well over a million years, extremely intelligent, extremely dangerous and has powers well beyond our understanding, or defensive measures. However, we have our own alien allies; a race that define themselves as our guardians. They exist, as far as they are concerned, to protect various life-forms throughout the seven universes; life-forces that are deemed the most likely force to eventually dispatch the creature to the pits of hell in which it belongs. For the creature exists for no other reason than to cull all life throughout the seven universes.”*
The second mention of seven universes, aliens in the back yard, and now the guardians of Earth, found Chief Inspector O’Reilly placing pressure on his tongue with his teeth to the point he half expected blood to flow, and the scream from his aching tongue to give away his little secret, but neither action happened, and he managed to refrain from communicating his utter frustration; to simply tell Joseph to shut up and get out of his office. He was losing any interest he may have had in the beginning faster than Joseph could deliver his story to him. But, for the moment, he held back as Joseph continued.
“The creature can enter most planets in the universe where life exists and wreak havoc on those planets by way of death to the majority of the planet’s inhabitants in order for the creature’s own survival. It is all a bit ironic; Rangor needs huge intakes of life to retain the power energy he requires to continually attack the planets that he feeds on; it really is a case of biting the hand that feeds him … and he apparently needs to rest for quite a while between attacks, which is why it is so hard for his enemies to track him. His attacks are completely random in both spacing and geography. There is no warning of his attack given, nor is there a logical sequence to them. It is always a case of discovering an attack has taken place, never a case of advanced warning.
There are, however, usually witnesses to the attacks, but the information gained from these survivors is very hard to extract because they are usually so traumatised their mind has permanently blocked out the horror that is now locked in the deep darkness of their minds. And getting them to recall the events with the aid of artificial devices has often resulted in the witness succumbing to total madness, which is why it has taken so long to find a solution to the problem.
An attack on any given planet usually takes that planet one or two centuries, at the very least, to repopulate to Rangor’s requirements as the entire planet’s food-chain is reduced proportionally during the attack. The creature doesn’t gorge himself on flesh, blood and bones, but the essence that makes up the life-force of the planet. As a result, the creature must search endlessly for more planets with sufficient life-forces, and Earth is one such planet it wants to savour. But it has been impossible for the creature to inhabit Earth because they are one of the planets that the guardians protect. The planets that the guardians protect are referred to as superior intelligence planets for various reasons, but mainly because the inhabitants are extremely intelligent and have the capacity to invent and improve the quality of their lives, and therefore, these planets have the necessary ingredients and skills within their grasp to work out a way of dealing with this creature: compassion, intelligence, flexibility of movement and the ability to think, communicate, debate, trial … and share information. The majority of these superior planets are secretly working together to eventually destroy the creature. but have so far failed to find a way; just not enough information exists, regardless of how long it has been destroying civilisations. This union of minds has been brought about by the guardians who created the secret formula that protects most of these particular planets. These planets are survivors of attacks by Rangor, and they fully realise that the creature may eventually find a way of regaining entry to their world, and Planet Earth is currently under such an attempt.
The power of the guardians is limited, but effective. There are not enough guardians in existence to guard every life-bearing planet, but they have enough to protect the planets that hold the key to the future safety of all planets; the superior planets. It may sound a bit cruel, but without some way of predicting Rangor’s movements, there is not a lot anyone can do. The guardians provide an invisible chemical cover for the planet that cannot be penetrated by the creature. It contains a chemical that has been proven to protect certain planets, but nobody knows how it works outside of the guardians.
Arkerious, Earth’s current guardian, is of the understanding that a survey of every life-bearing planet in the seven universes many eons ago, discovered that a handful of planets had found something on their planet had stopped Rangor in his tracks when he tried to enter their world. The inhabitants of these planets had all seen the creature’s arrival, a gigantic figure in the heavens followed by the Rangorians; the vampire bat scavengers that always followed him on a feeding frenzy. The Rangorians were the ones that devoured the flesh and bones of their master’s victims. The inhabitants of these planets had seen Rangor and the vampire bats swoop down on their planets, ready to absorb the rich pickings that waited in quiet unawareness of what their immediate future held for them when, at least three quarters of the way down to collect their quarry, the humongous creature suddenly flew directly upwards, away from the planet as fast as he could; his head bobbing out of control, while he coughed up a continuous spray of vile. Almost immediately following their master’s strange behaviour, the Rangorians followed suit, though their flight path was not quite as organised as their master’s, and many of them collided in their urgent attempt to escape whatever it was that had frightened them and fell to the ground where they died within minutes. This, on one planet, resulted in the demise of over one hundred of the large vampire bats as they crashed to their deaths; on other occasions, on other planets, the massacre was subsequently lower. Surprisingly, blood tests of the vampire bat’s slowly rotting corpses on all planets showed that they had all died from poisoning; a poison, in each case, that seemed only to affect Rangor and the Rangorians.
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There had been six planets in all that had survived an attack without loss of life, other than the poisoning of the Rangorians. The guardians eventually found each planet had one uncommon element to each other, and all six were uncommon to all life-bearing worlds. The guardians were eventually able to reproduce the six elements, but then found the new elements to be selective where they would work. It took some time to discover which element would work on which of the thirty-six planets* they wanted to protect, but eventually they achieved the results they sought.
The technology of the safety net for these particular planets was produced by the guardians and installed on each of the superior life-form planet. Earth, for example, has a layer of B2e+ in the mix. I really have no idea what it all means, something to do with zinc, I believe – I am no chemist or scientist. I once tried looking it up on google and ended up with a headache. Whatever it is, the same chemical also applies to another five of the protected planets of which there are thirty-six in total; six per planet*. The point is that they have reproduced an environment that prevents Rangor or his cohorts to actually land on the protected planets, and this includes Planet Earth; Third rock from the sun.
However, they were forced to accept the realisation that none of the lower species’ planets were capable of housing any of the elements that could save them; in fact, all six of the elements were more likely to kill them, than protect them. So, unfortunately, they are on their own for the time being, and will be for some time to come.”
“These, guardians, where did they come from?”
“It seems they just arrived as life began on planets in the seventh universe, which is where our ‘Earth’ resides, and took up a preassigned position with the various protected planets in the seven universes that they still guard until this very day. I have no idea what they did before* their individual life-charges reached the necessary level of intelligence, but I assume that they protected their individual planets from day one as best they could, and sat on a seat somewhere in the heavens, playing with their Apple, Google, Switches and Xbox time fillers as they watched their children grow up and learn how to create wars, then really stuff things up when they discovered wi-fi. and social media. Over the millenniums, the guardians have successfully prevented Rangor from physically entering the protected planets, however, it is now widely believed that Rangor, may have finally found a way of entering these planets by way of creating a proxy to negotiate entry on his behalf. There are unconfirmed reports of two partial entries to planets in the second and fourth universes, but they are only rumours at this stage.
However, Planet Earth is most definitely undergoing such an attack at this very moment, has been for some time, and Rangor is believed to be so, so, close to succeeding.
Rangor does exude patience, if nothing else, though it might be reaching its limits because there are humans, including us, who are just as close to preventing him from entering this world for once and all, as he is to breaking through. It is a close battle, but Rangor holds the upper hand at the moment, and this is what brings me to why I say, your life is at risk.
The proxy is something like a hallucinatory being; a type of projection that is a living part of the creature. The proxy was born in, and survives in, Rangor’s mind, but it passes through the guardian’s cloak around the planet because it is only considered to be a thought; an apparition. The proxy is only a projection, it does not have a physical body, so it does not make physical contact with the guardian’s blanket that protects the planet. In Rangor’s mind, if a human host offers their body to the proxy, the proxy should be able to enter it without any problem. However, Rangor is certain the host needs to be a willing partner; he is certain, in his own mind, that if anything goes wrong with the transfer and the host becomes injured, or he attempts to hijack an unwilling host who fights back, he may not have enough power available to continue to control the proxy and the host, along with the power required to utilise the statue when the time comes to destroy the poisonous blanket the guardians have installed around the planet. Rangor has convinced himself that the system is located near one of the three portals on the planet and has selected Trenthamville as his starting point. If this is the wrong choice, he still has a chance of entry at one of the other portals within the month.
Bur Rangor needed to have full use of the host’s arms and legs to activate the statue’s transfer system once he is inside it. Rangor knows there is every chance he will find himself trapped on the planet and unable to escape through the planet’s blanket if something goes wrong with the host body because he will not be able to fly without the freedom of his wings, and once he exposes his true body to the elements the blanket will attack him which will begin to try to kill him immediately. With his power in such a weak condition as it was now, and with the extra burden of supporting the proxy along with the host and the time required to locate and destroy the guardian’s weapon, it was extremely unlikely that he would survive the onslaught of the blanket.
However, that is the downside to Rango’s plan. On the upside, for Rangor that is, once the proxy is inserted within the human, Rangor would have the host climb into the statue, pull down the lid and set the controls located on the lid of the statue just above his head.
Once the code has been completed Rangor should automatically convert into pure power and be transferred down the same electrical path that he uses to contact and control the proxy because it is but an extension of himself, and therefore, again avoid making contact with the protective blanket in any form whatsoever. Instead, he would be encased within a human body; a body from this world. Rangor and the host would now again be one. And all he needed to do now was to destroy the protective blanket while he wears the body of a human. In his mind he will be a free man, so as to speak, when he exits the statue … and he will be able to start his run of carnage immediately. We are absolutely certain that he is ready to attack our planet. There are observers looking through the night sky that will wonder about the huge patch of darkness that appears where it shouldn’t. Darkness that seems almost to pulsate; almost as if it was a living, breathing, thing, and it is, but it is not singular, it is a mass of living death. There are over one thousand Rangorians waiting to be summoned by their master; to follow him and clean up his mess behind him. They are ready, he is ready, but we have no idea whether or not he is right and can carry out his plan.”
“What does the statue do?” Harvey asked in awe of the story he was hearing for the first time.
It is not the statue itself, it is the compound from which it is assembled that matters. None of the elements used are of this planet, the gold; the diamonds and the rubies are all from two planets in another star system. None of these items are considered as valuable jewellery in that star system, but they have uses that are more valuable to Rangor than anybody realises. These rubies are similar to chips on Earth, only even more complex. They have a natural electronic chemical within that allow the user to performer to perform a bagful of tricks, including retaining extraordinarily high quantities of power to be transported extraordinarily long distances, such as when Rangor travels from the heavens to insert himself within the proxy and the host, the gold is a neutraliser to keep the statue and its hosts clean whilst in the statue, and the diamonds deflect any anti-bodies that try to attach themselves to Rangor during the transfer.”|
“How the devil did Rangor get that to Earth?”
Rangor arranged for a minion he had under his control from each planet to collect a prearranged qty and arrange delivery to pre-arranged co-ordinates in a desert on Earth. The proxy had already assembled a gang of thieves to work for him that he named the Punjani, When the goods arrived on Earth, the proxy gave the instructions to a second set of hard-edged criminals as to where to hide the items around a nearby city, then over a period of time he had the Punjani steal the goods back which was not hard to do as the proxy gave specific location details to the Punjani, and then, invisibly, followed them to protect them from anybody following them.”
“Bloody hell, it was all a bit complex, wasn’t it?”
“No, not really. Rangor had to have the troops loyal to him so he could get the statue. And he knew that it would take some time to make the statue made without suspicion about its intended use. He named the tribe after himself simply to give them the illusion that he was egotistical, hence the reason for the jewelled statue, and to enhance their reputation as a well organised band of thieves, all in order to take the heat away from him, lest the guardians began to hear tales that placed him in their sights. Everything was going fine for Rangor, and his statue was all but ready to be handed over, when something went terribly wrong. A traitor arose in the camp, dobbed their hiding place in the mountains to the government, then stole the statue during the carnage. The traitor and his cohorts managed to hide the statue, thinking they could come back later when the heat had died down, breakdown the gold and divvy up the spoils. But to their misfortune, the original members of the Punjani had also escaped and tracked them down; and they were so angry at the traitors they struck them down on sight. It was only when they had a few drinks and calmed down that they realised they did not know the location of the statue. And so it had been lost for over one hundred years when Professor Tussacani came across it and brought it back here to Trenthamville to finish studying it before finding a museum to hand it over to.
Unfortunately several groups of interested parties also got to hear of it being here and it has been found, stolen, then found again, and stolen again, several times over the weekend. As far as we are aware it is safely on its way to a safe residence in London, while Professor Robinson and Rangor think it is safely locked away in a garage,”
“Assuming that the creature get the statue back, what happens if he doesn’t find the guardian’s weapon in a certain time. Will he still die?”
“No. He will simply reverse the whole thing. He will reactivate the proxy, get the proxy to arrange disposal of the now deceased host, and send himself back to where he came from in the same manner as he arrived. He will probably turn the proxy off while he rests for a while. No harm will come to him, nobody will never know he has been here.”
Rangor has found something new to try and it appears to have a good chance of succeeding. Our problem at the moment is to stop him from fully entering, not kill him; we don’t really know how to do that. But whether he kills himself trying to disassemble whatever protects the planet … well, we will just have to see what happens. Mind you, if Rangor can do this, then nothing will matter anymore. But, in the meantime, he still has to get past us. And he is well and truly on his way here.
Now, as far as your missing villagers are concerned; the witches were duped into accepting their own wants as payment for helping Rangor. When they were introduced to the proxy they assumed him to be in league with the devil, as he is known at times. From him they wanted permission to worship him and do his bidding, in return they wanted riches. They agreed to obtain the statue and the ceremonial knife from wherever Professor Tusacani had hidden it and summon Rangor when they had found it. They were also supposed to perform a sacrifice on the night of collection by Rangor which they duly carried out without reservation.
Three young back packers the would-be witches had promised to let witness a ritual were brutally murdered; bound and gagged, their eyes bulging in terror, their throats were slashed by the coven leader as the proxy entered the room as easily as if he had been carving the Sunday roast. The trouble was, the witches got a bit carried away with themselves and summoned the creature when they had only located the ceremonial sword, and had no idea where the statue was located. They didn’t really care; they just wanted the rewards they were promised. The proxy’s reaction to their mistake was instantaneous; he killed half of them on the spot. Two nights ago, the remaining witches were stupid enough to make the same mistake and summoned the creature, again without having access to the statue … and the remainder of coven were annihilated. When I say annihilated, I mean annihilated. Those embers you may have walked over in the farmhouse, or perhaps shuffled your feet through, was all that remained of the first of the witches, that is the power the rubies contain.”
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