Refuge

November 26, 2006

The state of TIAH

November 25th, 2006

Alternate Historian’s Note: November is NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. In 2004, we produced our novel Warp, and last year we got a start on The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion during this annual event. Both of these novels were based on timelines from TIAH – Warp was based on the Mlosh timeline, and Protocols on the Greater Zionist Resistance timeline. Although we posted numerous links to these novels on Lulu, TIAH didn’t post any excerpts from them. We’re going to do it a little differently this year. This year, the November posts on TIAH will be excerpts from the novel that is being written by us for NaNoWriMo. We will still have Guest Historian entries – Stephen Payne (who has compiled several and made them available on Lulu for free – just go through the Add to Cart system to get it) has some already written and waiting, and he is going to be joined by Guest Historian JD – so, if you want to make a Guest Post this month, go ahead and send it to us, and it will appear along with our novel post.

in 1872, the Mary Celeste reaches the island of St Mary in the Azores. First Mate Albert Richardson makes an unexpected take it or leave it offer. Benjamin, Sarah and Sophia Briggs can take six months rations and stay ashore. Richardson will entreat Morehouse to detour to St Mary and pick them up before sailing to Gibraltar as planned. –entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context – You’re the Judge!

in 1940, U.S. President-elect Charles Lindburgh met with Prime Minister Oswald Mosley and King Edward VIII at Buckingham Palace. First Lady elect Anne Morrow Lindbergh is charmed by fellow American Wallis, Duchess of Windsor. The tragedies of their respective lives is a common thread that bonds the group. And at this apex of government, the so-called Axis Powers join forces determined to reverse the catalogue of disasters that have beset Anglo-America since Versailles. The series of events culminating in the human tragedy known as World War II proceed with an unstoppable momentum. In the language of Karl Marx, irreversible historical processes are in operation. –entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context – You’re the Judge!

in 1945, a formal record of the meeting of the non-proliferation committee for the Congress of Worlds is transcribed for distribution to security-cleared personnel. Trouble is the very criminal who leaked the nuclear technology to the aggressors on planet earth in the first place has ratted the committee out. A surprise welcome party is already being planned for the exploratory mission when they land in Roswell, New Mexico July 1947. –entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context – You’re the Judge!

in 1953, the Piltdown artifact has now been under deep refrigeration for several days. The attendant scientists have found that the cold of the Natural History Museum’s preservation vault has served to slow the growth of Piltdown’s flesh, but has failed to retard it completely. As it stands, the head is fully fleshed, except for the skin and hair. Lids have grown over the formerly vacant eyesockets, which now bulge properly as if filled. The spinal column is regenerating at the approximate rate of one vertebrae every eighteen hours, with skin and muscle housing proceeding apace. A particularly brave representative of the Ministry of Health approached the living corpse to draw a blood sample, and nearly suffered a lack of wits when the head began to twitch and rock, as if in annoyance. The sample was successfully drawn, however, and rushed to the biological laboratories. The scientists can do little but watch and anticipate as they await the findings of the biochemists… – entry by Guest Historian JD

in 1990, a body washes ashore at Salalah in Oman. As long-standing allies of the British Government, senior officials of the Sultanate of Oman contact Whitehall immediately through express channels in the secret service. Less than ten hours later, members of the exComm3 subcommittee receive a slideshow briefing in an underground room at Admiralty House, Whitehall, London. Pictures of the body reveal alien genetic modification. Fears about the Extraterrestrial Technology (ET) hidden in Iraq reach a fever pitch. –entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context – You’re the Judge!

Before(cont.)
“This is the kind of traffic I needed this morning,” Kevin said as they sped up the highway to Pflugerville. They almost had the road to themselves; the only other vehicles around were other National Guard trucks and jeeps.
“They just barely got the other people off the road by curfew,” Sergeant Morris said. “See, they had to leave behind some of the cars.”
Sure enough, there were several abandoned cars on the sides of the road where people had to leave when the curfew was in danger of catching them. “It’s like a car lot. We could take our pick,” Kevin said. He was leaning against the jeep’s window, trying to keep his eyes open. The long day was really catching up to him, and he felt bone-tired. “Hope your ex has a comfortable couch.”
“She does. I know; I slept on it plenty.” They both chuckled. “So, you ever been married, Bradley?”
“Nope, never able to get a woman convinced I was the one.”
“I bet that 3 million bucks’ll help with that.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if that’s the kinda woman I wanna marry,” Kevin said. “Specially since that’s the kinda woman’ll make it disappear in a year or two.”
“Amen,” Morris said. “I shouldn’t complain, though. Divorce was my fault. I was just never around enough after the kids were born. Bein’ a sergeant sucks.”
“At least you get to order people like me around.”
“One of my favorite compensations.” He peered at a huge green road sign for a minute, then switched to the outside lane. “I think this next exit is us. Steph usually brings the kids to me when they visit, so I hardly ever come out here.”
“Did you call her to let her know we were coming?”
“It’s probably best if we surprise her,” Sergeant Morris said, a little sheepishly. “She don’t like it when I call. Starts yellin’ at me.”
“You don’t today might be a little different?”
“Well, maybe. But I don’t wanna take the chance.”
“Sounds like this is gonna be a fun night for us both.”

Joan saw headlights play across the wall and she looked out the window to their driveway. “There’s a jeep pulling up outside.”
Steph ran to the door and opened it up. The headlights turned off and she saw two men hop out of the jeep and start walking towards the house. She ran over to the black man and hugged him tightly.
“Yeah, she looks real mad at you, Sergeant,” the white man said.
Steph looked over at him for a second as the kids came pounding up to their father. She realized that she was crying, and wiped away the tears before speaking. “Jake, why didn’t you call me?”
The two men exchanged smiles, and Jake said, “Sorry, Steph, but I’ve been trying to teach this guy how to use a hazmat suit all day.” He extended a hand out to the white man and gave the introductions. “Specialist Kevin Bradley, Stephanie Morris. The pretty young lady here is my daughter Joan, and that big man there is my son, George.”
“Nice to meet y’all,” Bradley said, extending his hand out to Steph.
She shook with him and then turned back to Jake. “So, what are you doing here?”
Jake avoided her eyes as he said, “Well, we were kinda wondering if we could maybe spend the night here. We gotta head out early in the morning on our mission, and – “
“All right.” Jake and the kids all looked at her in surprise. “What?”
“I was expectin’ to have to smooth talk you,” Jake said.
“Let’s just say I’ll feel a little safer with a couple soldiers under my roof tonight,” Steph said, turning back to the house.

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One Response to “Refuge”

  1. Max Says:

    Yes! Return of the Piltdown Thing!


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