The Rocknauts Part IV
Somewhere in the middle of the Sahara, four beings rested under the mid-day sun. They kept cool in their UV filtered bubbles of atmosphere and scanned the horizon by floating slowly in a circle. Just over that horizon, and in every direction, armies were gathered. The attack was inevitable, the visitors knew. They just hated to have to fight in the first place.
A lone airship flitted from the distance and approached quickly. “No threat,” Drum informed. “, just a transducer, and a receiver, with a camera.” His light touch of sarcasm was not lost on his companions.
The little unmanned helicopter pulled up to a slow, low hover a few yards away. A replay of ‘bring it on, and on’ resounded from an improvised horn between its undercarriages. At this, the four halted their circuit and looked at each other for a few moments.
“We asked to be welcome. Many of you did. However, a few of you, who seem to lead many others, did not.” Singer began.
The lone camera lens twisted around in a focusing attempt from where a miniature cockpit would have been. The ‘toy’ was painted in ‘desert-camo’ and belched out light blue exhaust from twin mini-turbo-fan engines.
Singer went on. “We did not come seeking oppression, yet we found it. We did not come to conquer, yet we find we must defend ourselves, and in doing so, conquer. You have the means to fully destroy yourselves and we are very surprised by your recent actions that you have not yet done so. We could leave you in peace and as a world full of new friends, which is our true goal, but only if you roll your war machines back to their garages and park them for the duration of our visit.” He paused for affect.
The small machine tilted on a gust and the engines whirred in protest to keep a level hover.
“We didn’t ask you to come here!” The voice seemed to be speaking from a small room somewhere far off.
“We go wherever we please.” Bass injected. “Leave, or we will fight you to the end!”
“We never back down from any fight.” Drum stated.
“We enjoy a good fight, no matter who picks it with us.” Singer added. “We are a peaceful wor…”
Guitar cut him off. “Oh come off of it!” he shouted. Echoes bounced in the distance, louder than their progenitor. Sand lifted up all around into the wind. “From far off we saw what you do to one another! Not just your brave warriors! Not just your social elites! From top to bottom, your societies are infected by aberrance! We only come to distract your populace from its miseries, even if only for a short time! Some of you call yourselves leaders? Some of you give great freedoms? We will freely grant you that! Granted!” Another massive wall of echoes stomped away across the billowing sands. “Others take what they want! Not one have we found that can satisfy everyone they ‘rule’!” He stepped over to the side of his stage and put a foot up on the shallow curb. He pointed an accusing finger at the lone eye and continued. “Those of you in positions of power have all demonstrated an affinity for blessing those who need it the least! Very few have ever lifted their hand to the less fortunate! You make life a thing that must be bought! You even make death a thing few can afford!” The last words kicked up a wall of sand that raced away toward the horizon on echoes.
“I’m tired of the suspense colonel. Get on with it.” There were a few muffled voices from the speaker on the airship and then a popping noise. It seemed as if whoever had been the voice of the world did not realize their microphone was still open.
“So be it!” Singer screamed as he tilted his stage up. The little copter flew apart in a spray of atomizing metal powder and friction igniting jet fuel.
The desert sand began to shift. This was not the visitor’s doing. The horizon all around turned black as a worldwide war machine rolled forward. Columns miles deep broke over far away dunes. A mass of mankind came forward in a rush. They were all only, ‘following orders’. At one mile away every human in the advancing wall began to feel the rumble building from ahead. Thru sight-scopes the four discs were slowly rising up on a mushroom of sparkling sand.
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