Chapter II
Nathan had entered his transport. There was something weird going on. His ticked said he was to enter transport spinoza, but when he tried to do so a group of marines ordered him to follow them to an other transport also going to Diserato. So here he was. It was a big ship, a USM transport ship. He entered the passenger section. What?! Was this the passenger section? So small? There where only five seats. There where two seats unoccupied. He had the choice to either sit next to a gorilla type man, with a face full of scares or a quiet looking man. He choose the later. As he sat down, he introduced himself to the man. The man’s name was Bishop.
"I’m very sorry to ask such a dumb question, but could you tell me if this ship really goes to Diserato?"
Before Bishop could answer the scared faced man spoke up.
"Only flights to Diserato have passenger sections with only five seats, buddy."
"Oh, well thank you... uh, I’m Brother Nathan."
"Brother?"
"Yes, I’m a priest."
"Ah fuck, that’s all we need, man. A fucking priest! Just one thing for you to remember, buddy, I’m Johner and I don’t like religious bullshit, you understand me? So don’t come blessing me for this or cursing me for that, because then I’ll shove your bible up your ass, you hear me?"
Before Nathan could think of a reply the last unknown man jumped up.
"You shouldn’t talk about the bible in that way." The man hissed.
"Oh, fucking great! Another saint in our midst! So who are you? And why the fuck am I talking to you?" Johner shouted.
"You can call me Morse. And I also come from a religious institution."
"Oh really, witch one?" Nathan asked.
"Oh, that’s a long story."
"Yeah, and I bet it’s also a pretty fucking boring story." Johner said.
“He look maid, why don’t you just shut the fuck up?” Morse said bolding his fists.
“Come make me, you little fucker!”
Without hesitation Morse jumped up and tried to kick Johner in the stomach. Without any trouble Johner go a hold of Morse his foot and pulled it up, while jamming his other fist into Morse his stomach.
“I’ll show you what God’s will is you stupid little geek!” Johner shouted while pulling Morse upside-down by his feet.
Morse obviously tried not to cry out to much, but an occasional scream was impossible to prevent.
“Please stop!” Nathan said.
“Ok, ok, you mead your point, now let him go.” Bishop said.
“Like hell!” Johner shouted, kicking Morse in the corner.
“What the hell is going on here!” A military type suddenly shouted, standing in the doorway.
Johner stopped and got back in his seat.
“Well, I’m glad to see that our passengers on this flight are as civilized as I expected.” The man said.
“What’s that suppost to mean?” Nathan asked.
“Oh yes, of course. Brother Nathan. As you might have noticed, this is not a normal transport, and this is not a normal set of passengers. You see, brother Nathan, we’re on a mission. A mission organized by the USM.”
“Now just wait a minute, mister fuck face. Who the hell are you?” Morse asked, painfully getting up out of the corner.
“ I’m general Morden and I...”
Suddenly all Morse his pain seemed to be over as he flew toward the general. Morse began attacking the man as if he was a mad dog. In a matter of seconds the two lay on the ground punching each other when ever they could.
Johner looked and laughed. But a while he got bored and picked up Morse, Who was at least a foot smaller than he, and trough him back in the corner.
“For God sake’s what’s wrong with you, man? Nathan shouted at Morse.
“That...fuck is the reason I’m in all of this shit!” Morse cried out pointing at the general who was getting up in the other corner of the room.
“What’s he talking about?” Johner asker the general.
“Look....we’re going to lift off in a matter of minutes so you people get ready for lift off, I’ll brief you in half an hour.” Wiping some blood of his face the general walked out the door.
“We’d better buckle up.” Bishop said.
Morse climbed back in his chair. They all put the safety belts on and waited for the lift off.
“Hey Morse, we going to spend a lot of quality time together on Diserato.” Johner said with a grin on his face.
Morse closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the seat. Johner laughed.
They had lift off and now they where waiting for the general when al the sudden a woman walked in.
Nathan looked up. He saw a woman in military outfit. She had a gentle face with surprisingly bleu eyes and long brown hair. What in the name of the lord, was a person like her doing here? And in military clothing? He couldn’t imagine her as a soldier.
Johner looked up. Wow! A babe! Was she going to sit here?! If so, the only place left to sit was next to him.
Morse looked up. Oh shit!! A woman. Not again! Why was he always confronted with these horrible temptations. He looked at her face, well at least she wasn’t pretty. That might help controlling himself. As he looked away from her his mind got hit by a wave of bad memories.
Bishop looked up. He saw a beautiful woman. He had never seen a face so friendly and full of life. Oh no, She had to sit next to that gorilla!
Carmen looked around. So this was the group of specially skilled people for the mission. She saw a bald man, looking like an ex-con or something. But what was he doing? Preying? It was obvious that he tried very hard not to look at her. Then there was a friendly looking man with brown hair, looking at her. Next to that an older man, with a beard, probably a priest or something. And finally as she looked to her right she saw an tough looking criminal type, with a primitive face with some scares on his fore head and cheeks, smiling at her. Well, there was only one seat unoccupied, next to him.
Before she could sit down, Bishop got up and said:
“No, wait. I think it’s better if you sit next to brother Nathan over here.”
“Why?” Carmen asked.
“Trust me.”
“Ok, whatever you say....who are you anyway?”
“I’m Bishop.”
“Carmen, nice to meat you.”
“Yeah” Bishop said nervously and sad down next to Johner.
Why weren’t his social skills a little better? ‘Yeah’, what kind of reply was that?
Suddenly he felt Johner’s hand around his troth.
“What did you do that for?” Johner asked.
“Well.....uh..”
“Skip it! Just don’t forget that I’m not the right person to fuck around with!” Johner hissed in his ear while squeezing his troth.
“Ok” He said, realizing that if Johner squeezed any longer there might come blood out of his mouth. When that happened every one would see that his blood was white...... As would she.
General Morden walked it.
Johner let go.
“Ok, Ladies and gentleman. Briefing!
Some of you know why they are here others don’t have a clue. So just for ones I’m going to tell everyone everything.
As all of you know we’re on our way to the planet Diserato. Which is a dead sun. Diserato is one of the most strange planets in the know universe. When a sun dies in normally goes super nova, for some unknown reason, this one didn’t. In stead in developed a, more or less, stable surface. Don’t ask me how but even the air is breathable.”
“How?” Morse asked.
“I’d stop fucking around and start paying attention if I where you. This happens to be important.” Carmen said.
“Yeah, well you don’t want to know me, lady. I’m a murder and rapist of women.”
“Oh really, you have the look.” Johner said.
“Oh yeah, well you look like a rotten.....”
“That will be enough!!!” General Morden shouted.
There was no more shouting, just looks.
"As I was saying, the air is breathable. So normally humans would have colonized the planet years ago but no one wanted to live there. Simply because the place looks like hell itself. There is no other sun in the solar system so there is not much light or warm from outside. The warmth comes from within. On this ugly rock the lava is boiling only a few hundred meter under the ground, making the surface a warm, dry, red desert. There are cracks in the surface. The light comes from within these cracks and is reflected by the clouds into the surface again. This is because the inner part of the planet remains a living sun. Let’s just say that everyone will agree with me when I say that there is no place in the universe that looks so much like hell as Diserato.
Because of the fact that every one agrees on this, the few last monks have done something rather......well, forgive me for saying so brother Nathan, but I’d say rather fucking stupid.”
“We didn’t expect you to understand. And it doesn’t matter that you don’t understand. This is between God, us....and them.” Nathan replied.
“Oh well excuse me for asking, dear holy man, but just about what the fuck are we talking about here? Who the hell do you mean by “them”? Johner asked.
“They are the pureness of evil and we are the complexity of the lord.” Nathan said.
“Ah, yeah....great. Will someone please get this freak out of here and get us some real info!” Johner said.
“Nothing personal pap’s, I just have this thing with bullshit....it sticks.” Johner told Nathan.
“What brother Nathan is trying to tell you is that they got their hands on an alien and are keeping it on Diserato.” General Morden said.
There was silence.
“Let me first tell you some more details of the situation before I get into this.
The last of what is left of “the order of the faithful” have spend the last ten years building the biggest church of all time on Diserato. If there is one thing religious orders are fond of, it’s symbolizing things. The symbol of Jesus hanging on the cross, doopings, owl and all that kind of stuff. I guess this time they felt like creating a really big symbol. Because the reason for building a church on a planet that looks like hell itself is..... Actually, I think you should explain this part brother Nathan. Please, explain to us why your religious order has build a church on Diserato.”
Nathan got up and stoop next to the general.
“My order has tried to bring humanity back on the right track for centuries. But no one ever listens to us. Since the concept of religion started dying it was never replaced with a new form of morality or faith. ‘Do whatever do want! It’s not like you’re going to hell for it.’ ‘What’s the meaning of life? Who gives a damn.’ This way of thinking is wrong. We say, if you don’t want to believe in god then that’s fine, but do think something to order you life.... Face it, humans are an out of control race. And now the lord has send these creatures to replace us! God want’s to try again. But there is still time, time to prove to God that we are worthy of creating. There for we God has send us one of these creatures. Now we will see what happens.”
“That’s it? No plan? You’re just going to sit there and see what happens? “ Bishop asked.
“It’s in God’s hands.” Nathan said.
“But wait a minute, you still haven’t explained why you guy’s build a church on Diserato?” Johner asked.
“Diserato reminds us of Hell. To build the house of God on the gates of hell, is a symbol of our dedication to God.”
“Oh man, can you believe this guy?” Johner said.
“Well I think it’s bull shit too!” Morse suddenly shouted surprisingly aggressive.
“What the fuck, I thought you where also one of these holy pussy’s.” Johner said.
“You shut the fuck up! That doesn’t mean I have to swallow this horse shit!” Morse continued.
“Then what is your opinion, brother.” Nathan asked.
“Well, I’ve had one of these fuckers chase after me before, and I’m telling you, these things aren’t the God’s idea of a better race. I mean ok, It’s not like we are anything like perfect but these fuckers are worse than us, I can tell you that.”
Oh, really....why? Do you see them murdering each other over money or dropping A-bombs on each other......or raping each other!”
“Look maid, you’re just a stupid monk, who sad on his ass all his life thinking of new way’s to spread bullshit among people. You don’t know Jack shit! You don’t know what it’s like when one of these things is chasing after you in a fucking tunnel network. You never saw one of these things put his tong trough you best maid’s head right in front of you. And you sure as hell don’t know the feeling you have when one of these things is in sight, if you listen carefully you can hear the devil’s rage coming five steps behind it. So fuck you!”
Once again there was silence. The silence of a race of idiots.
The main docking door opened. There was the sound of rage. The sound of chaos. The sound of hell. The storm was as power full as it sounded, as horrible as it was red.
They all stood still, not even thinking about walking out there. Suddenly general Morden walked by them, into the chaos, then turned around facing them.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Diserato.”
No one replied.
“Well, come on you bunch of pussy’s, a bit of red sand in a strong wind won’t kill you.”
Morse started walking out, but was stopped by Johner who pulled him back so hard that he fell back in the ship.
“You’re not out gutting me, fuck face.” Johner said, before walking out into the storm himself. After getting up, Morse also walked into the storm and the rest followed.
As they walked the general tried shout trough to storm.
“It’s only a five minute walk to the church. There’s too much sand in the air so we can’t see a damn thing. I’ll us by navigational computer, just follow me and don’t open your eyes to far.”
After a few moments they started to see the shape of something behind the red wall of chaos. As they go closer the saw a huge black cathedral. The towers where like sharp spears coming out of the main building. It was all made out of solid metal, and was at least two hundred meter high. They where approaching the gate. The general took a little hammer out of his bag and hit the three meter high metal gate three times. After a few second the gate started to open slowly. There was music, old forgotten music. Ancient songs in Gregorian.
“As you enter the church, you will feel a the hand of God on your soul.” Nathan said.
The gate was now fully opened.
They entered.
As Bishop walked in, he saw that they where in the main hall. The Gregorian song came from a group of monks on the far end of this huge hall. Bishop listened to the harmony within the song, he saw the beauty within the atmosphere which was created by the light, the paintings and the statues. He noticed the calm movement of the monks around him. Unexpected but undeniable somehow, for the first time in his existence, he felt there was more. More then the world he knew and understood. But was his soul touched? How could that be? He didn’t even have a soul, he couldn’t even have a soul. He was an android.
Bishop walked over to Carmen.
“Hi”
“Hi”
“So you think it’s true?” Bishop asked.
“What?”
“What brother Nathan told us.”
“You mean the part about your soul being touched by the hand of God?” She asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, something just happened to me. Something powerful. But I’d rather believe that it’s the confrontation with a thousands of years old culture than, that it’s some sort of higher form of creator.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s all psychological.”
“You’re a very serious person aren’t you?” She suddenly asked with a smile on her face.
“Oh well, I don’t know.....”
“Don’t worry it’s ok, I like serious people. I don’t like people who can only talk about the little things in life. That really makes me sick sometimes.”
“I know what you mean. Once I wanted to...”
“Hey Bishop, Carmen. Get your asses over here.” The general shouted.
They regrouped.
“How come all these weirdo’s act like we don’t exist.” Johner asked.
“That’s how they are, they don’t talk to you unless you talk to them first.” The general said.
“Oh, well that’s good.” Johner said.
“Ok, now before we talk to the local monks I’m going to give you the second half of your briefing.
Now this is the situation, We’re in the biggest church ever made and there is an alien in here somewhere. The USM has been looking for these creatures for years. We ones had one of these creature in our possession but..... some thing when wrong.”
Johner started laughing hysterically.
“They destroyed a command ship and took out half of New York, I you simply say, ‘something when wrong’. You’re a real funny guy, you know that?” Johner said.
“Ok ok, The entire plan of cloning Ripley was a big fucking mistake, ok! Is that what you want to hear?” The general shouted.
“yep” Johner said.
“Great, now let’s get back to business. Cloning Ripley failed. And back then we made the grave mistake of keeping aliens on a star ship, creating the possibility that if some thing when wrong, aliens would be no there why to earth. Since the fact that we are human, we have learned from our mistakes and are now willing to try again.”
“No fucking way!” Morse shouted.
“Yeah, you can also count my out.” Bishop said.
“And what have I got to do with this.” Nathan asked.
“Oh yes, brother Nathan. Nothing, actually you don’t have anything to do with this. You wanted to go to Diserato and here you are. We just made certain you where on our transport so that you could give us a better perspective on how the religious order sees all of this....Uh, you can go now.”
“How did you know I knew about it?” Nathan asked.
“Uh.....we hacked into your Email.”
With an upset face Nathan walked over to the Monks.
“General, trying to use these creatures is as impossible as it is wrong. That’s why it always got out of hand and that’s why we shouldn’t try it this time. At least Nathan is right about something. It’s us or them. That’s how they play the game, that’s how we should play it.” Bishop said.
“But this time it will work! You see, this time we only need to take a little sample of it’s blood. Then we can clone it somewhere on an unimportant outpost where it can’t spread out into space.”
“Yeah, well I have a news flash for ya, pall. These assholes have acid for blood, you can’t take a sample of that. It burns trough everything.” Johner said.
“We know that and we have created something that most lightly can hold their blood.”
The general took a few a short spears out of his bag. And gave everybody one.
“Stab the bastard with this, it will automatically extract it’s blood and preserve it.”
“Great......so how the fuck do you suppose we get that close to it before it treats your head apart.” Johner asked.
“Shoot it, first we’ll shoot the hell out of that fucker, then when he lays dying we stab it.”
“Sounds good to me, I’m in!” Carmen said.
Bishop couldn’t believe his ears. He look at her. Was she really that dumb?
“Look Carmen, you don’t realize what you’re dealing with here.” Bishop said.
“None of you have a choice! Morse, if you don’t do this, you’re going to be in prison for the rest you your fucked up life! And Johner, if don’t do this, you can go back to the bum’s in the streets of Detroit. Oh, and you’ll never find a job......I’ll take care of that. And you Bishop.....come with me.” The general said.
Bishop and the general walked a little further, away form the rest.
“Now Bishop, you’re an android, right?”
“Yeah so?”
“Oh nothing. I don’t care. But the point is that a lot of people do care. Carmen for an example hates androids, after an unfortunate incident that killed her boyfriend a few years ago. And right now she doesn’t know, does she? No one knows. Except you and me. You want to keep it that way? Then shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do.”
“I’ll help you kill the alien, but I won’t use this spear.”
“That’s fine with me then some one else will do that part.”
They regrouped.
“It would appear, we finally are a team. And not just a team, the best team there is for a job like this. All of you have had prior contact with these kind creatures. So you all know how what you’re up against! Oh, except for my daughter, Carmen. She just wanted to go.
Now let’s go talk to the monks. ” The general said.
They started walking toward the monks on the other side of the gigantic hall.
Morse, Johner and bishop all walked around Carmen looking at her with amazed eyes. Carmen walked with her eyes frond. It was obvious that she was having a hard time.
“Would you assholes please stop looking at me like that.” She finally said.
“You just fled like going?” Johner asked with a hilarious tune in his voice.
“Nice dad.” Morse added.
“Can I please talk to her under four eyes.” Bishop asked.
Johner and Morse looked at each other.
“Yeah, sure. You really like action packed women don’t you Bishop” Johner said and walked away laughing. As did Morse who also couldn’t help laughing.
Carmen turned to Bishop.
“Look, thanks for getting these guy’s of my back,ok. But I'm really not even thinking about explaining my motiviations and ideas to you. Now let's just walk a little faster, we'll be talking to the monks at the end of the hall in to time." She snapped.
"You don't need to explain anything to me, I just wanted to talk."
"Yeah, sure."
Somewhere high in the West tower brother David was sitting in his room. He kneeled before the statue of Jesus in his room. The man was shaking all over, sweat was streaming down his face.
"Oh, Lord, oh dear Lord, have faith in us like we have in you, don't let the horrible creatures harm me."
David looked back and saw the creature that looked like a huge spider with a long tail coming towards him. It moved slowly, like it didn't know that it's prey had noticed it. David looked back at the cross in front of him. He heard the creature's tentacles tick on the floor in a low rythm as the creature got closer. Why did it feel like this sound was tearing apart his soul from the inside out?
"Oh Lord, oh dear Lord, please...please protect me." The man cried.
Should he run away? ...No, the creature would attack him instantly. He should simply remain calm...very calm. The sound was so close now that he didn't dare to look back. He looked at the spikes pierced through Jesus's hands and feet. Tears were streaming beside his nose onto his lips as he felt the tentacles of the beast walking on his back. Slowly the long tail wraped itself around his neck. David looked into Jesus's eyes.
"Some of us must be sacrified...if all are to be saved."
Everything became black. He felt the tentacles moving around his face, then he felt his mouth opening, something was slipping down his throat. As his awareness slipped away he had time for one last tought. He realized that all the pain was gone, the emotions slowly turning into meaninglessness, he didn't care about anything.
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