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Authors: T. R. Harris
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on their TV’s or the internet. And they came offering exactly the same gifts as in the movies and books; however this time mankind reacted differently – which had been the alien’s intention all along.
Of course, there were the skeptics. Yet as the years went by, and all the promises of the aliens came true, they became fewer and fewer. Now the Amelians, as well as all the alien species within the Galactic Union were accepted – not feared – by Humanity.
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“When the Amelians outlawed war among nations, that’s what basically ended my military career.”
“But that was a good thing, right?”
“Of course, Miranda, the last thing a professional soldier wants is war. However, there were still a few hot spots around the world, having mainly to do with terrorism. The aliens let us continue to defend ourselves against those threats for a while, yet when they stepped in to help with the effort, terrorist activities came to a screeching halt.”
“So what did you do then?”
I knew that the basic timeline of my so-called career path was contained in my file, yet there was still a lot of detail Miranda wasn’t aware of. She had leaned in closer to me by now and seemed genuinely interested in my story. So before the meal came, I decided to give her a little more insight into the life and times of one Jason King.
“I had been Special Forces – Rangers – in the Army and really enjoyed the work. It was challenging and I worked with a great group of guys. However, after mustering out, I found myself like thousands of others without a job.”
“But the economy was booming at the time, thanks to the Union.”
“You’re right. We’d never seen the economy so robust, but there also weren’t a lot of opportunities at the time for people with my particular skill set, especially with all the peace breaking out around the world.” I finished the last statement with a wide smile. I didn’t want Miranda to think I was some kind of crazed warmonger.
“Around that time, a former Ranger friend of mine got a job at a place in Nevada called Battlefield Vegas .” I saw the frown on Miranda’s smooth, tanned forehead. “It was a place in Las Vegas where civilians could fire a variety of assault and other weaponry. At the time, it was the number one tourist attraction in the city, if you didn’t consider gambling a tourist attraction.
“Anyway, I got a job there, too, and it was great at first. I knew the weapons and how to use them, and the management there was really great. My boss was a guy named Mario, who was ex-military as well as a former policeman. The dude was a genius when it came to weapons and tactics, and he pulled off a major coup when he got hold of some of the alien weapons. After that, business literally exploded. Everyone – and I mean everyone – wanted to fire the alien ray guns.”
“Ray guns, really?”
“Well, they don’t actually shoot rays, but concentrated balls of plasma that move so fast that they look like rays. The aliens call them flash weapons. But the point is we were the only place in the country that had them, and for a time we ran five thousand people or more per day through Battlefield Vegas.”
“What happened?” Miranda asked. “I’ve been to Vegas before and I’ve never heard of the place.”
“Well, that’s the tragic part of the story. The aliens suddenly put an end to us shooting their weapons, and that essentially killed the business overnight.”
“What about the other weapons you had?”
I laughed. “It seems that after the aliens came no one wanted to fire the primitive Human weapons anymore. They were just too heavy and loud. The place quickly went under.”
“So those poor guys who owned the company, what happened to them?”
“Oh, don’t feel too sorry for them. They all made out like bandits, pocketing millions from the two great years we had with the alien flash weapons.”
“But now you’re out of a job … again.”
“And
Of course, there were the skeptics. Yet as the years went by, and all the promises of the aliens came true, they became fewer and fewer. Now the Amelians, as well as all the alien species within the Galactic Union were accepted – not feared – by Humanity.
**********
“When the Amelians outlawed war among nations, that’s what basically ended my military career.”
“But that was a good thing, right?”
“Of course, Miranda, the last thing a professional soldier wants is war. However, there were still a few hot spots around the world, having mainly to do with terrorism. The aliens let us continue to defend ourselves against those threats for a while, yet when they stepped in to help with the effort, terrorist activities came to a screeching halt.”
“So what did you do then?”
I knew that the basic timeline of my so-called career path was contained in my file, yet there was still a lot of detail Miranda wasn’t aware of. She had leaned in closer to me by now and seemed genuinely interested in my story. So before the meal came, I decided to give her a little more insight into the life and times of one Jason King.
“I had been Special Forces – Rangers – in the Army and really enjoyed the work. It was challenging and I worked with a great group of guys. However, after mustering out, I found myself like thousands of others without a job.”
“But the economy was booming at the time, thanks to the Union.”
“You’re right. We’d never seen the economy so robust, but there also weren’t a lot of opportunities at the time for people with my particular skill set, especially with all the peace breaking out around the world.” I finished the last statement with a wide smile. I didn’t want Miranda to think I was some kind of crazed warmonger.
“Around that time, a former Ranger friend of mine got a job at a place in Nevada called Battlefield Vegas .” I saw the frown on Miranda’s smooth, tanned forehead. “It was a place in Las Vegas where civilians could fire a variety of assault and other weaponry. At the time, it was the number one tourist attraction in the city, if you didn’t consider gambling a tourist attraction.
“Anyway, I got a job there, too, and it was great at first. I knew the weapons and how to use them, and the management there was really great. My boss was a guy named Mario, who was ex-military as well as a former policeman. The dude was a genius when it came to weapons and tactics, and he pulled off a major coup when he got hold of some of the alien weapons. After that, business literally exploded. Everyone – and I mean everyone – wanted to fire the alien ray guns.”
“Ray guns, really?”
“Well, they don’t actually shoot rays, but concentrated balls of plasma that move so fast that they look like rays. The aliens call them flash weapons. But the point is we were the only place in the country that had them, and for a time we ran five thousand people or more per day through Battlefield Vegas.”
“What happened?” Miranda asked. “I’ve been to Vegas before and I’ve never heard of the place.”
“Well, that’s the tragic part of the story. The aliens suddenly put an end to us shooting their weapons, and that essentially killed the business overnight.”
“What about the other weapons you had?”
I laughed. “It seems that after the aliens came no one wanted to fire the primitive Human weapons anymore. They were just too heavy and loud. The place quickly went under.”
“So those poor guys who owned the company, what happened to them?”
“Oh, don’t feel too sorry for them. They all made out like bandits, pocketing millions from the two great years we had with the alien flash weapons.”
“But now you’re out of a job … again.”
“And
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