Far Pangaea
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Episode 47: ALIEN HATED
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode 47: ALIEN HATED - The time travel story to end all time. Just when you think you have read it all, something comes along that changes it up. Worlds will collide! Your greatest fears lie around every corner. Just when you can predict the future, you would be wrong. Join our PASTaways as they navigate uncharted territory at the Dawn of Time in hopes of finding a way home. At the very least a safehaven. God be with them! He might even tag along. Keep up Old Man!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Magic Vampires Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Voyeurism Illustrated
The Ganthorian Hilton!
After Jack and Ruby’s holographic chat James Ian Pryce became moody. He felt awful about keeping things from Jack. His mind turbulent, he realized that he might need a priestly confessional after Ruby shushed him before acknowledging his deceit. That or the fact that they had received an SOS response from the female Ganthorian. Lost but possibly found. All James needed to do was formulate a plan to get his team down underground five miles deep. Definitely a challenge!
Colonel Ruby Goddard was a bit moody herself, chalking it up to hormones. Being pregnant was not her first choice. The only father it could be was over two-hundred miles away bearing a curse he had no resistance toward. She too felt bad for keeping things from Jack Ramse but the alternative would have only made him more stressed out. She was in charge now. Rank would handle things.
Sensing one another’s sadness Ruby gravitated back into James Ian’s orbit. Coming up behind him she hugged him landing her chin on his shoulder.
“I know we should have filled Jack in. What good would it have done other than upset him and make him feel helpless. James, I trust you. I probably shouldn’t, but dammit I do.”
“Thanks. I swore I wouldn’t lie to any of you anymore. I won’t.”
“Good to know.” She sighed! For a very brief moment Ruby pictured herself hugging Jack from behind just as she was James. Weird! She shook it off quickly.
“He seems like he’s doing good out there. New friends to travel with. His curse likely allows them close to him because they are magic based. Otherwise the curse would push even they away. I think it’s hilarious that they look like they should be in some fantasy novel. Jack must be pulling his hair out.”
“Has to be. We know he doesn’t believe in any of this crazy stuff. He’s learning the hard way. It all makes me wonder what else is out there.”
“Abundance of life that’s for sure. Maybe not right here in our desert zone, but it is cool to know that we’re not so alone.”
“Absolutely! Jack is right though, we are safer here. Besides, the female Ganthorian needs our help. We can’t just live in what’s rightfully hers and let her suffer.”
“Which makes me wonder who is holding her captive.” He pointed out as her hug released its grip over him.
“Good point. Lucas Dorsey, maybe?”
“Could be. But we saw him on video feed leaving the ship by himself. If she escaped in a shuttle pod I doubt he could track her. If this Dorsey guy is still alive, I suspect that he’s far from here.”
“We worry about one thing at a time. Dorsey later. I would say the female might want a bit of revenge.” Ruby peaked an eyebrow. As they conversed Sophia Ridge ducked into the opened doorway, tits bouncing to a sudden halt.
“Has anyone seen my mom lately?”
Ruby pivoted on her boot heel to look back at her. “Not for a while. I can help you look for her. James suggested I meditate with you. After my ... what? Flare up?” She looked to James for the right word.
“You want to have a girls night?” Sophia grew bubbly. “Yay! Mom, too. Let’s go find her.”
James nodded at Ruby who eyed him for approval to leave. The boy could use a bit of space to think. On the past. His past. His future. Both were troublesome.
The year 2026 AD! Southampton, New York.
General Obadiah Ridge had only began his investigation into the disappearance of his family. First stop the awkwardly strange residence of Neville and Dorothea Pryce. The would be parents of young fifteen year old genius James Ian Pryce, who was also lost along side the General’s wife and daughter. Invited in by his mother Dorothea the General sensed something off about her.
She was a looker with librarian vibes. Shoulder length brown hair and pop bottle glasses worn indoors, put on as she entered her home. He realized that her eyes were slightly oversized due to the lens. Lithe body, chest small. Dressed for leisure in a blue button down shirt and tight white shorts. Her age was hard to determine but hardly ancient. He might be surprised.
“Have a seat, General. Would you like some iced tea?” She smiled, motioning him into a sunken living room.
“No thanks. I’m here on business. Is your husband around?”
“He is downstairs. Busy at the moment. He knows of your arrival.”
“How could he know? I just got here. You looked as if you were at the door waiting for me. Or, were you just letting the dog out?” He knew better.
“Xander did need to use the little puppy’s room. But, no. As I said we were expecting you.”
“How is that?”
“The time is written.”
“What does that mean?” He faced a sudden chill.
She took a seat across from the General and sat up with a perfectly straight posture. He eyed her perfected poise which seemed unnatural. Certainly a Lady. No slouch present.
“Our son did vanish on the same flight. We presumed you would come talk to us after your grieving period.”
“Ah! So, you believe they all died?”
“Not all. Of survivors, I cannot say. I am a firm believer.”
“You don’t seem to be all that upset over losing your boy.”
“Untrue. We have accepted his fate. It was pre-ordained.”
“Pre-ordained? You mean you knew it would happen?”
“Oh, yes. As I spoke, time is written. If you will show patience and a bit of self control, all will be revealed. My husband will enlighten you more.”
“You used to work for REGION, right?”
“I would not call it work, but yes.”
“You tried to keep James out of their hands. Hid him away from REGION’S grasp, from what I gather. May I ask why?”
“James was an exceptional boy. Very intelligent. Too intelligent in some ways. As he grew older, he would have gone beyond the genius he was at the time of his departure.”
“Departure?”
“You know very well where he and your family went.”
“Not really. I was shown footage of my wife which somehow dated back to the 1940’s on the Philadelphia Experiment. She wasn’t even born in the 1940’s. How was that even possible?”
“All things are possible, General Ridge. What if I told you that I know someone much, much older that has seen his fair share of historical events. Even if he might not recall them.”
“Who might that be?”
A male voice entered behind the General. Without a sound which bothered Obadiah. He was normally aware of everything around him. Turning in his seat Obadiah stood up out of respect.
“Mr. Pryce. I’m General Obadiah...”
“Ridge. Yes, I know. It is a pleasure.”
Neville stood in similar height and stature to his wife. They could almost be brother and sister. Even in skin tone and hair color. Also with glasses although the lens wear was less thick.
“I notice you don’t have any pictures on the wall. Nowhere as a matter of fact.” Obadiah scanned about.
“It is safer this way. Attachments fail.”
“That made zero sense. Who are you people?”
“In time, General. We know of your potential. Knowing too much too fast could very well jeopardize your life. You must learn restraint if you are to get your family back.”
“You know where they are?”
“When is more important. Their location will be revealed soon.”
“When? Stop with the riddles.”
“The Sphinx is a good place to start looking. James would leave a clue, I am certain.” Neville calmly sat down beside his wife in the same upright perfection.
“A riddle joke at a time like this? Are you two robots? You sit like you’re the same damned person.”
“No, General. We are flesh and blood just as you are. No disrespect. The riddle of the Sphinx was something James was fond of. He was quite the Historian. In times past.”
“Alright! You two are getting on my nerves. Spill it. What are you hiding? When are they?”
“At the beginning of time, General. Have you heard what Earth scientists refer to as Pangaea?”
“Earth scientists? Yeah, I’ve heard of the one big continent theory. Before prehistoric times?”
“Yes. Back when time was forgotten because time was not even a notion.”
“So, the modified transport Hercules flew back in time with my family and your son? You two are loons.”
“That is exactly what we are saying, General. Your people have much to hide. As do ours.”
Ridge felt a cold chill at hearing his words. Standing again, he glared at them, tempted to leave. Their innocent behavior made him stay. Clearing his throat he decided to sit back down.
“How is that possible? Philadelphia Experiment?”
“One of many attempts to breach the barrier of time. For centuries there have been those who sought a way back.”
“Centuries? Nobody had the tech to do that before the turn of the last century.”
“Untrue, General.” Dorothea prompted!
“Correct.” Neville turned his head without his body even twitching, “Throughout your worlds history there have been many races vying for a certain knowledge. An ultimate power. This power dates back to Pangaea.”
“Okay. Enough skirting the bullshit. Your worlds? What are you? Spit it out.”
“We shall indulge only if you remain calm. You are in no danger from either of us. Can you remain calm, General Ridge?” Neville hoped! As a result Obadiah sat forward.
“You tell me.”
“Violence will not be needed. We know that you must learn everything to move forward. What we relate to you must remain in this domain. For our safety as well as yours. Do not trust REGION. Not even those who attempt to prove their loyalty.” Obadiah studied their sincerity. He could usually spot a bluff a hundred yards out. These two had the best poker faces he had ever seen.
“Fine! Get on with it. I want my family back.”
The couple turned their heads in synch to look at one another. It was spooky how their timing followed almost perfectly. Returning their gaze to Obadiah they took the ultimate risk. Both of them palming their faces and removing what appeared to be cloth. Beneath the stretchy material known as Life Fiber they revealed reptilian like faces.
“What the hell are you?” Ridge remained calm but clenched his fists.
“We are Ganthorians. We hail from what this planet deems the Virgo galaxy. Light years from Earth. We have made this our home for centuries. Much later than Pangaea we are afraid.” Neville offered!
“Aliens. So, my fucking government really is hiding you from us.”
“At our request. There are many races on this world. Some friendly, others not. We are friendly. Even though your people have betrayed us many times.”
“I am sorry about that. Give me a minute to let this sink in.” He fell back into the sofa. Eyes never leaving them he puffed his cheeks before letting out a deafening exhale. “Alright. So, is your son James ... a Ganthorian, you say?”
“Pronounced correctly. And, no. He is an earthling. A very special earthling.”
“What makes him special?”
“That becomes quite difficult to explain.” Dorothea opened up. “To understand better please note that our race prides themselves on being devoted scientists. Genetics primarily! James defied our science. He cannot be replicated as other humans can. Yet, he is how do you say, reborn over and over again.”
“Reincarnation? Like they believe over in India.”
“Precisely. His lifespan dates to Pangaea.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Like your world, primitive records are kept. Clues found. Hieroglyphs documenting his continual rebirth. We have recorded much since our first arrival here?”
“When was that?”
“In your calculated time of 7 BC. Briefly before your Christ perished.” Neville admitted while Dorothea looked at him funny.
“What’s the look for? Be honest with me.” Obadiah demanded without a rough tone.
“Are you a religious man, Mister Ridge?” She questioned!
