2020 A.D.
Obadiah Ridge continued interrogating Serena Dorsey about her Great Grandfather Lucas. Lost in Time although not completely certain of his true whereabouts. The General here to discover the possible location of a book that ended up in Dorsey's possession after Obadiah's wife traversed dimensions and time itself during experiments conducted by the U.S. Government during the 40's. The Philadelphia Experiment to be precise.
He wanted to understand everything. On the right track he felt after discovering the Parents of young James Ian Pryce to be aliens. Not even his biological family. Merely his caretakers. Learning of the multitude of reincarnations since the dawn of existence. There was so much more he felt he needed to explore. For the moment content upon his mission to find and read Dorsey's diary. Or whatever he wanted to call it. Playbook? Bible? Who knew.
"Nai-Semaj. James Ian in reverse." That alone made Obadiah sit up straight, "What exactly is this Nai-Semaj?"
"The Alabastards spoke highly of it. A very religious place. All worlds have it. Ours however is classified as the most important. The birthplace of God. The baptismal pool. If you believe that is. Nobody truly knows. Where it is remains elusive. As does Atlantis. Noah's Ark. The flight carrying your family. Forgive my inclusion."
"Perhaps like the Philadelphia Experiment? Lost in time and space. Good reason any of that not being found." He adds.
"Exactly. The Alabastards have lost some of their own in just such a way. Not through technology based weapons planted on board. For centuries people have vanished without a trace. They are no different. They like many other races are here to discover the reason why it occurs. If you buy into what I'm admitting that is."
Her legs uncross letting slip her skirt. A gentle peek of flesh beneath pointed out a suspicious expectation. No panties. She was cordial at least, not going too far. As a Man Obadiah noticed. Glad that she was not truly gay. Not that it mattered. He cleared his throat regardless.
"Aren't you afraid your home has been tapped? REGION or whomever could be listening to our every word."
"No power helps."
"As I mentioned, Drones a distinct possibility. A bug doesn't require power Serena."
"Trust me General. Our words are safeguarded. Even if they were listening our words would be distorted. To them we are sharing recipes from Hell's Kitchen. Written recipes of course."
"How do you explain that? Connections in the spy industry?"
"Of a sort. I can make you a believer General. If you wish. If it is discovered you are not to be trusted? You will leave here without answers. You will recall a recipe for Ginger Chicken however."
"Allergic to Ginger. I'm all ears. I'll take the risk of trusting you if you do the same."
"Agreed." She smiles then looks over her shoulder toward a bedroom. Obadiah swallows hoping she wasn't thinking of bedding him down. Instead she dangles an arm behind her as if reaching out. A door creaks open offering a bit of intrigue.
"Do we have company?" Obadiah starts to stand.
"Relax General. It's only my boyfriend. No threesome planned."
"Boyfriend? You two hike up here? Oh, right the ATV outside."
"Purely recreational. There are other ways to get here. As you will learn soon enough. You can come out now. It's safe."
Uneasy Obadiah found his palms sweaty. What or who would step through that door. His wait was over. Heartbeat racing. Out stepped a six foot six man. Chalk white flesh. Hair long and equally as white. A long black feathered braid dangled from his locks. Lank until reaching his shoulders. From there it was easy to tell he was fit. Wearing a black turtleneck and grey pants. The man was barefoot with what appeared as a black molding on the bottom of his feet. His version of shoes. Upon his left hand a series of three rings.
"General? Allow me to introduce you to SeVen."
"Sven? Nordic I presume."
"Pleiadian." The man confirmed. His voice soft and direct.
"It is SeVen actually." Serena points out, "Not Sven. Not Seven as in the number. It is pronounced Sah-Vin. Isn't he lovely?"
Obadiah stands tall and makes a hesitant journey around the room to offer a hand of friendship. SeVen accepts his hand with a nod of understanding. It was cold to the touch. The General admired the rings.
"Interesting jewelry."
"Birth. Death. Resurrection." He informs pointing to each, "They symbolize the unity of all that is. It is a pleasure to meet you General Ridge."
"Like wise. First alien I've met. I apologize if I appear nervous."
"You need not lie General. We know that you met with the Pryce's on Long Island. That they revealed themselves as Ganthorians."
He pauses to look as if he didn't know what they were talking about. He had been warned not to trust anyone.
"Trust is difficult General. Even for myself." SeVen glares through black eyes. His pupils a tender yellow in color, "I risk as much revealing myself to you. My people would not be happy that I did. We hide from the world's population for a reason. They would use us as they have so many others. We are only here to discover the truth."
"I see. So, you know of this Nai-Semaj. Is it real?"
"Fabled at best. To know for certain would require a trip through Time. We await such proof. Members of our people have gone back in search of it. A clue has not yet appeared. We monitor the world in every facet in case something is discovered outside of our own eyes."
"Things have arisen over the years. The problem stems from Continental breakup. Oceans rise and swallow. Much of any clue would be lost to them. Us." Serena adds. "Yes. Centuries of sedimentary overlap buries much." SeVen continues.
"I'll admit I'm totally confused by the Geography lessons. How could anything over what, 400 million years even survive?"
"Time in truth is unknown to all of us. What was lost here and now would likely deteriorate before the Ice Age." SeVen admits, "However, as the Ice in the polar region melts things are being discovered by my people."
"Which is why you folks live up there? I noticed your body temperature. Pretty chilly SeVen."
"Yes. Our race requires colder regions."
"I gotta know. Did Adolf Hitler really want to model the Master Race after you guys? I mean you don't have blond hair."
"Laughable. His rule was destined to failure. We warned him when he then sided with a break away band of our people. They offered him much in technology until we stepped in. As you can see his regime does not rule this day."
"Wonderful. Still Nazi's out there though. Anyway, I came here about Lucas Dorsey's book. I need to find it. My family is lost and I'm determined to locate them."
"As I have been informed." SeVen nods looking toward Serena, "Your clues leave much to be desired."
She smirks at him, "Just having a bit of suspenseful fun."
"Do you have the book?"
"I most certainly do." She stands up patting creases from her clothing, "You have to do the digging. My clues should give you --well--a clue."
Narrowing his eyes Obadiah recalls his gut picking up on certain words spoken. His conclusion seemed on the spot. With a nod at both of them he grunts, "Outhouse."
"A well used outhouse I'm afraid. No modern conveniences. We bring water up from the stream over the hill."
"If it gets me a look at the book I'll dig to China."
"That would take you a hundred lifetimes General." SeVen tilts his head. He had no sense of humor. It takes Serena to step up to the Alabastard and grip his chin. He then realized it was a joke. "Ah! Forgive me. A jest."
"Shovel?"
With a bit of direction Obadiah removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He knew this could be a trap. If the book really existed he had no choice. What bothered him most was why this alien would allow him access to Dorsey's writings. Would he not want it for himself? For his people? A solid clue to the past after all. One transported through time. Without age destroying it.
Outside Obadiah and Serena took a walk. Up the hill behind them. Reaching a secluded outhouse surrounded by brush. A pair of Moons carved into the door as a vent. The image not going unnoticed.
"Unusual seeing two moons. Normally a crescent moon by itself."
"I guess Lucas had a sense of humor. Before you get dirty let me say this. I know it bothers you to trust us. Why would I offer you the book? I do so because I feel a sense of guilt over what my Grandfather has done. Presumably done. Dad said he wasn't so nice."
"You've looked at the book?"
"No actually. My Father says it's inside a lock box. Made of some strange metal. SeVen says it is not of this Earth. On it is a handprint. We believe it belongs to Lucas. Like a scanner for palm prints in most private facilities. This might prove pointless. For that I am sorry. But, it is worth a try is it not?"
"High tech as your boyfriend and he can't figure out how to open it? What makes you think I can?"
"I don't know. Hope I suppose."
"How do you even know it's down there?"
She drops her eyes as her dog nudges her fingers, "Let's just say my Dad saw Grampa bury it. Dad described it to me."
"Lidar not used by your Beau?"
"A form yes. It shows nothing. Yet, my Father swore on his deathbed it is there."
"I must be crazy. Let's start digging."
"Thank you for believing in me." She warmly touches his shoulder.
"Hey! If I can believe in aliens I can believe in a Fantasy. Author I mean."
She winks at him, "I knew what you meant."