By: Gladiator

The warriors waited at the makeshift war room inside the towns only church.  The old structure seemed a fitting headquarters since they were going to need all the help they could get.  As last minute plans were being discussed, thunder could be heard bellowing in the background and rumbling throughout the sanctuary’s acoustics. 

  There was a storm coming, and not one of weather.

  (Reference message #92 SB 2)

  Final defenses along the North wall were almost complete. 

  Suddenly, air raid sirens could be heard in a distant city.  Next, the local church bell began clanging and ringing out a vibrant rhythm. The lookout in the tower must have spotted them.

  The advancing Alien horde would be soon upon them.  (See msg #232 of SB5).

  Reese was one of the chosen ones.  Someone was needed to go back in time to warn human society.  He hated running away from a fight like this, but he knew there was no hope. 

  The horde was merciless.

  Reese and the others locked themselves into the bunker.  He hoped death would come swift for the doomed town defenders... his friends...the people he knew.... all were about to be lost...as the wave approached, They quickly overran the pitiful defenses.  A deafening roar reverberated throughout the chamber walls; it sounded as if an aerial squadron was carpet bombing the ground above them... that would actually have been a blessing.  One couldn’t possibly imagine the horrors occurring as the aliens literally raked and tore the humans apart...sparing only some to be used as hosts for more entities.    

Reese pumped the shotgun as he awoke with a jolt.

  Dana Scully lifted her head off his lap and looked at him as she sat upright in the car.  A cool night breeze was blowing in through the blasted hole in the front windshield.

  “Tell me more of your time Reese,” she said with incredibly vivacious lips while placing her hand over his and lowering the weapon. 

  (Terminator theme kicks in here...)

  “There was once a time, long ago, before man, when great warring beings from beyond the known cosmos, beyond our dimension came to Earth...  they came here to hibernate part of their army underground checking in on them periodically.  As the eons past, civilizations thrived on our planet’s surface unknowing of the fateful secret their Homeworld held inside.”

  The Vogons, it is rumored, a race once thought extinct over a million years ago, will return. (See message #86 The Octom Connection).  “There will be a time in the near future when this race will once again crusade through our universe on a warpath bringing with them chaos while in search of ultimate power.  However, there is a larger, and much greater threat to the human species than the Vogons.”

  “A malignant race of ancient superbeings known as the Great Old Ones were also held in sealed prisons beneath our deepest oceans by another dimensional race known as the Elder Gods.  Long ago, it would seem, Earth was positioned and aligned with a specific pattern of navigational star systems.  As the zodialogical clock of the heavens continued its precisional countdown, the stars will eventually become right again and the prisons opened, alluring the forgotten presence trapped within free to roam and to conquer.

  Reese took in several deep breaths while trying to organize his thoughts...he had so much to do, and so little time to do it.  To try and explain it all so quickly was like trying to explain the universe in 25 words.... he knew it wouldn’t make a whole lot of sense.  She’d probably think he was crazy, but he attempted it anyway, as he needed Scully to believe.

  “MJ-12 was first founded when a space craft crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico, the year of 1947.  The flying saucer contained a breed of biological entities known as the Greys.... the last of their kind.  As years progressed space/time experiments of these beings were collapsing due to a war of time itself, causing phenomena in our space/time considered rightly, extra-terrestrial.  Incidentally, many of the myths and legends you so desperately try to refute actually have their roots in this Lethal Heritage.”

  The information the Resistance had from that period is scarce at best, yet somehow there is a correlation between the Aliens left by the Vogons, the Greys and a sudden emergence of a new race known as Sleestack.

  “Ever since the release of a virus aboard the downed ship, all of Earth’s ecosystems have started to slowly regress as the cell structure of every living thing on the planet is infected.  As time wears on, plant and animal life alike will become more and more like their prehistoric DNA counterparts.  The degrading human genome is mutating and will eventually lead to a complete downfall of civilization and an adaptation of mans early instinctively primal and savage ways.

  “My original mission was to stop the creation of SkyNet...but as I said, there is a larger, much graver picture here. “

  Somehow the timeline is influenced by a group of travelers from an advanced future, father than even my own.  They succeed in ridding the Earth of the Aliens but their tamperings in time and actions in their own space cause unwanted side effects throughout the continuum.  The Grey saucer is a but a catalyst to the extinction of mankind and the whole of the universe.

  It seems that not only does the emergence of the aliens use human beings as hosts, but even after the symbiant entity gestates (chest burster), some continue to evolve into a newly formed race of ‘Grey’ beings and eventually form a genetically unique hybrid, the Sleestack.  They have the ability to use telepathy and are very malicious creatures.” 

  “I don’t like them at all!” Reese enunciated while raising the shotgun again and looking around as if expecting the watchful beings nearby.  He continued to pause for a minute before continuing.... Hoping he was making at least some sense.... while all the while staring intently into Dana’s eyes...

  He continued….

  “Some of the Great Old Ones in their timeless and deathlike state, also communicate through a form of telepathy - dreams.  Many of the so called ‘abductee’ tales are nothing more than revelations of lucid dreaming.” 

  “All this is by no means certain, mind you.  Many of the ramblings I have stated were pieced together from stories told from a deranged old man with a staff who visited the Resistance on and off with no warning of his coming or going...”

  “With the emergence of the alien threat and the coming of the Old Ones, we actually need the terminators to help fight off the horde.  I know this is hard to take in Scully, but try to follow me.  The spore however which will be released into the atmosphere to ward off the Ape menace actually serves to further combine with the virus aboard the crashed Roswell craft and the Sleestack chromosomes. It mutates again into a sort of parasite...causing some of them to be used as hosts as I described before, and ultimately leading to an greatly enhanced Grey-hybrid creature.  The records are unclear as to exactly how things end.

  This guy’s a real wacko thought Scully as she continued nodding her head in agreement playing the part and going along with his fish story.  Mulder would love ‘em.

  “It’s entirely possible, this is some grand plan of the Greys I mentioned before. An attempt to...” he took a swig of beer...” Repopulate their species.”

  “For reasons unknown the new regime of “Greys” attract the attention of the Old Ones and their ways.  Their bygone age, a testament to the hell-spawned Cult of Cthulhu which is now out to get you.”

  “I was about to obtain the correlation between the hybrid and the mystical dreamlike states initiated by the Old Ones when our compound / science station was attacked.  That information would have been the salvation with which to stop the invasion of space/time from the Ancient Ones through our dimension's Outer Limits.  I came through the time machine with the hopes of using your help in finding a solution.”

  Reese fingered the picture of Scully in his pocket.

  “I’m afraid though, the facilities destruction was our last hope...”

  Dana took his hand.  Mulder's gotta meet this guy.  She kissed him lightly and whispered.

  “No.... there is another...”