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  The Sentinel Satellite

  By

  Allan E Petersen

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  Allan E Petersen at Smashwords

  Copyright 2018 Allan E Petersen

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  Synopsis

  A festering long sought revenge is the most diabolical. It allows time to develop a perfect and most evil strategy for retaliation. Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David had six years of imprisonment to plot the destruction of the House of the Nazarene. True to the adage of long sought revenge, it was devastating and diabolical.

  Her vengeance did not stop at simply destroying the House of the Nazarene. Another great authority stood in her way of world domination, the Vatican. In a letter to the Vatican, she threatened, “open your vaults, and divulge your secrets to the world or fire and brimstone will also fall upon you.”

  It was only then that the adage, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’, the two great powerhouses of the world united to locate and end the terror unleashed by the revengeful Duchess.

  For Maria and Santo, the greatest threat that the Duchess posed was in her determination to kill Belle, their daughter.

  The race was on for Maria and Santo to locate the three alien tribes each hiding components capable of destroying the Sentinel Satellite before the Vatican suffers the same fate as the House of the Nazarene and to save their daughter.

  Prologue

  In the Age before Man

  The Great Gray Tribe

  In the ‘Age before Man’, at a time when the Earth did not belong to humans, there were many alien species colonizing Planet Earth. By the time the Great Gray Tribe had arrived on Earth, the Anunnaki had already been here for a thousand years. At that time, the Anunnaki established a kingdom in what later became Mesopotamia and commanded a human tribe then called Suma, the Sumerians. When the Great Grey Tribe arrived, for a reason not understood by them, The Anunnaki Tribe hated the Grays. It was thought that the hatred stemmed from the Grays settling land to the west, close to the land the Anunnaki had claimed. The Grays heard of the horrific war between the Anunnaki Tribe and the Rama Tribe and the terrible weapons of mass destruction used by both sides. Fearing that the war might spread to them, the Gray Tribe created a fierce defensive weapon, the Sentinel Satellite.

  A fear of creating such a terrible weapon was that the enemy might capture the Sentinel Satellite and use it against them. With that fear in mind, they also created a defensive strategy, a weapon that could destroy it. They divided that defensive weapon into three segments, each hidden by three different friendly alien tribes of the Great Grays throughout the world.

  Now, properly defended against those who sought to destroy them, the Great Gray tribe settled and embarked on a religious project to convert the heathen humans in their territory to the proper faith, theirs. However, because of multiple DNA manipulation failures through numerous human generations, after the time of Jesus Christ they were disappointed in their attempt to convert the obstinate humans to their better ways.

  To continue their vigilance on human development, guiding the human path and fate, they formed the House of the Nazarene. In the following centuries and up to modern times, the Sentinel Satellite had guarded the secret House of the Nazarene located on an island in the Aegean Sea, Isle de Celeste. The castle Casa Ile de Bromhouser eventually became the headquarters of the House of the Nazarene.

  In current times, a former leader of the House of the Nazarene became Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David from the ancient tribe of Judah, the clan of David. Because of a personal agenda for world power, she plotted against the Great Grays and killed Kalian, a Gray Overseer to the House of the Nazarene.

  The new leader of the House was Gustav Magnus Laurent. He was a half breed Nephilim, one of an ancient order of the fallen angels. As the new leader, and in an effort to appease the Great Grays for the heinous crime, he sent a message to their planet. It was a request for them to punish the Duchess for her treachery against them. For that reason, she became imprisoned on the Great Gray planet, on an island appropriately named, ‘Island of Oblivion’.

  Meanwhile, here on Earth, Professor Maria Espinoza, an alien DNA profile specialist, had discovered in human DNA an Anunnaki gene passively designed to through the generations morph humans into Anunnaki. “We shall make man into our image.”

  Chapter 1

  On the Planet of the Great Grays

  The Island of Oblivion

  The Great Grays lived in a challenging society of progressive technology ruthlessly demanding more discoveries from yesterday’s inventions. It was a whirlwind of activity by scientists living on the crest of technology and struggling not to be crushed by the greedy demand for more knowledge. Many scientists trapped in that whirlwind struggled beyond their evolved ability to create more knowledge. Pushing beyond what the thought processes were capable of handling was a fatal flaw in their scientific evolution.

  As a freight train caught in uncontrollable speed, many scientists pushed beyond the point of synaptic capabilities and simply derailed. The price of pushing beyond their evolved limits was acute apathy. Although their hearts beat, their minds had overloaded and turned off. They were sequestered out of sight on an island cruelly termed the ‘Island of Oblivion’ situated in the middle of their only ocean

  Hundreds of once brilliant Gray scientists now aimlessly wandered the beaches bumping into each other as a pinball machine obeyed the law of action and reaction. Although they did not know why, day after day some stood at the water’s edge counting the waves lapping the shore. It was a meaningless life for meaningless minds.

  To show compassion for their plight, the Keeper of the Island made it impossible to distinguish between day and night. At all times, there was daylight, never the darkness of night. In this manner the lost scientists would never agonize over wasted time or life gone by.

  Six years had now passed since the Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David had killed Kalian. For her murderous plot to blame the House of the Nazarene, her punishment was imprisonment in the world of the Great Grays, spending the rest of her life on the Island of Oblivion. For a woman who once ruled the House of the Nazarene and controlled more wealth than many countries, a punishment suffering intolerable boredom of nothing to do day after day was a punishment worse than death.

  Because there was no way of counting days or telling time, she slept when her eyes closed and woke when her eyes opened. In the beginning, her way of keeping track of time was to count the times she slept. However, she soon realized that as time dragged on, she was sleeping longer and more often. She began to understand that monotony was contagious, a disease that quickly spread through the mind. She understood that unless she did something quickly she too would soon join those who followed the bugs in the sand or walked into the ocean never to be seen again. Out of desperation, an escape plan was hatched.

  The food delivered to the island was plain and tasteless to those who still cared but to most, they simply forgot to eat. After countless food deliveries by boat, or perhaps only a few, it was hard to tell, the Duchess noticed a pattern. After the boat docked at the pier and leaving it unattended, the Gray aides carried the food to a table far up on the shore. She saw this as her chance to
escape. To where, it did not matter as long as it was away from a contagion turning her desire for life into indifference.

  After hiding on the boat and suffering a long ocean trip, it finally docked on the mainland. However, before she could escape she was discovered hiding under a tarp. Because the Grays were strictly regulated by rules of conduct, they did not know how to handle something this far off the page. It had never happened before. Because only a few Grays knew how to communicate with humans, she was eventually brought to the Island Overseer who too did not possess a Book of Conduct instructing him how to deal with an escapee. She was then presented to an Administrator of the Land who also did not know the protocol for dealing with something that had never happened before. Because she came from the Island, the Administrator sent her back to the Island Overseer who could speak English, although haltingly.

  Chapter 2

  The House of the Nazarene

  Isle de Celeste

  At the same time that the Duchess was discovered trying to escape from the Island of Oblivion, here on Earth, an alarm clock rang far too early for a tired Maria. Her sluggish mind struggled with the urgency of a busy day versus the comfort of staying in a warm bed. When responsibility finally won the battle, her warm feet reluctantly landed on the cold floor. After a quick shower and a quicker breakfast, the hectic schedule began.

  Packing a suitcase for Belle, who was now five years old, was easy and fast. Most of what she would be wearing while visiting Grandmother Liana in the Amazon jungle would be shorts and tops. Maria threw in sandals but for the better part, Belle had taken to running around the jungle barefoot. Because Santo had started his security rounds early and the departure scheduled was noon, she was stuck packing for him as well.

  Her two suitcases took the most time. Although it was a business trip, after dropping Belle off in the Amazon, they agreed that they would add a few days after the seminar for rest and relaxation. Swamped with packing, plus a one-hour meeting with Gustav before departure was a hectic pace defused only by the joyous expectation of a holiday with Santo. It would be their first holiday for the two of them since Belle was born. After carefully packing one suitcase with business suits, her other one did not get the same gentle treatment. Casual summer wear was hurriedly tossed into it. Santo’s suitcase suffered the same disordered treatment. It was not like her, but she was in a hurry.

  Adding to Maria’s hectic pace, Belle was not her usual chirpy self this morning. She sat at the breakfast table complaining that if she were forced to go she would not be able to play with Robert. She protested,

  “But he’s my best friend and I promised we would play.”

  Maria was not amused. It had already been a hectic morning and so regarding Belle’s protest, she simply and tersely said,

  “Eat your breakfast.”

  “But if we are leaving for Grandma Liana at noon then why do I still have to go to school for only half a day?”

  “Eat your damn breakfast.”

  “You said a bad word.”

  Sending Belle to school for half a day was better than admitting that she just wanted her out of the way for the rest of the morning. Eventually persistence won the battle and Belle reluctantly gave into mother’s determination. With her notes gathered for the meeting with Gustav, Belle was hurriedly dropped off at school still complaining about not being able to keep her promise to Robert. Thankful for the peace and quiet, Maria was quickly on her way to Casa Ile de Bromhouser.

  The Elms lining the winding road on Ile de Celeste made for a relaxing drive to the castle fortress, home of Gustav Magnus Laurent. The Picturesque castle precariously clung to the edge of a cliff overlooking the Aegean Sea far below. After parking her cart at the front of the castle, she walked past a garden wafting with the aroma of roses. Because she was expected, Lexington was already at the massive cedar doors waiting for her. His great age and lifetime service to the House of the Nazarene had eventually turned his respect for authority into indifference. Such an attitude was somewhat tolerated by Gustav and others as the inevitable price of old age. Instead of a pleasant greeting gesture, he sneered at Maria and said,

  “You are late again.”

  As Maria entered the Grand Hall, seeing his demeanor as that of a covertly pleasant old man ignored it and graciously responded,

  “Good morning Lexington.”

  Although she was one of the few people here on the island that he admired, there was still his crankiness to contend with. True to his personality he replied,

  “He hates waiting for people.”

  As she hurried up the massive flight of stairs, she yelled back,

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  As it was not his problem, he shrugged and returned to his duties.

  Since Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David abdicated her throne as leader of the House of Nazarene to Gustav Magnus Laurent, he had lived in the castle. By all standards, at least to Maria, he was handsome. His age was unknown but could be a young looking fifty. Jet-black hair combed straight back lent to the youthful image. He sat at his desk watching her approach.

  He saw tardiness as a sign of disrespect to his self-imposed omnipotence. However, he had long ago learned that disrespect was not the case with Maria. Apparently, by nature she was always late for meetings. After forcing a smile, he dismissively pointed to the chair. As Lexington had already brought in an urn of coffee, the smell of the addictive aroma reached appreciated nostril and she dove toward it.

  After taking a few sips of scalding coffee, she saw his prolonged stare at the cup she was holding close to her mouth. He craved coffee but his doctors had forbidden it. She was the only person on this island, the only one he had ever met with the daring and tenacity to tease him. Truth be told, he greatly admired that about her. In his mind, it humanized him. As if in a toast, she held the coffee cup close to him, smiled and said,

  “So the doctors still won’t let you have coffee huh?”

  She could not resist, adding,

  “Who is the all-powerful one now, your doctor I suppose huh?”

  With a false expression of derision, he picked up his glass of water and tried to regain his authority. Using a practiced sternness, he said,

  “I’m a busy man. Get on with it.”

  With coffee in one hand, refusing to let it go, she struggled to open her file. Seconds later copious notes flopped onto the desk. After another gulp of coffee and teasing exaggerated savoring, she said,

  “It’s a five day conference in Christchurch, New Zealand dealing with the mysterious alien DNA codes high in our human spirals. As the conference is only set for the mornings, with the afternoons free, we are bringing Belle to the Amazon to be with her adopted grandparents while Santo and I treat the rest of the day as a holiday.”

  He sternly asked,

  “And I’m paying for this holiday am I?”

  Through a half-hidden smile she said,

  “Yes, thank you.”

  With a slight shake of his head and a disdainful sneer he continued,

  “Enlighten me on this research.”

  She sat back and admitted something that rarely happened in her illustrious career. She was not happy to admit,

  “I am at a research impasse. That is one of the reasons for the seminar. I have engaged other off island House of the Nazarene scientists to help me unravel the alien genetic anomaly with no luck. We are hoping that combined minds might open a few doors for us.”

  After a moment he sat back and asked,

  “Tell me what you think this mysterious alien code is and why I am paying for the conference as well as an unauthorized holiday?”

  Casting him a gracious smile, she said,

  “It’s not an unauthorized holiday. You approved it last month.”

  She saw him searching his memory for that approval. Before it came to him that she fibbed, she quickly said,

  “We have discussed this before. I believe that the embedded alien code in our DNA strand is something refe
rred to as Passive Genetic Colonization. It is a slow way for hostile aliens to take over a planet. They infuse their aggressive DNA into human passive codes and simply wait for their vigorous codes to replace ours. Soon humans will no longer be human but rather whatever or whoever those aliens are.”

  As much as Gustav tried to remember already having that approved holiday conversation with her, it was not coming to him. Letting it go for now, he asked,

  “When did this so-called genetic takeover invasion start?”

  “I’m not sure but from what I can deduce, probably ten thousand years ago.”

  Gustav mentioned the obvious.

  “That’s a long time to re-colonize a planet.”

  “Yes. However, there does not necessarily have to be urgency in the invasion. It could just be something that an advanced race does to all planets favorable to their particular biology.”

  Gustav said,

  “And this way you reason that an unknown alien species can alter all intelligent life in the galaxy to their specific life form?”

  She was sure of her response,

  “Yes.”

  “Why would any alien species go to all that trouble?”

  She could think of only one reason.

  “Ego, I guess.”

  Gustav took a moment to reflect on the ramifications. Maria took advantage and poured more coffee into an already empty cup. Finally he pointed a finger and asked,