Anonymity A spindly, green finger rose over the table, pointing at the General standing next to the awe-struck Lieutenant by the door to the briefing room.
"Let him stay," a voice commanded in a grim, high-pitched tone and a language not of the earth.
The bald, bearded General looked back toward the table in surprise. He hesitated, mumbling something under his breath. "This meeting is supposed to be classified."
"General," said the voice again, this time in English, "how much longer do you expect we are going to allow ourselves the state of anonymity?"
The General watched the alien creature, puzzled. The meetings had always been classified. The aliens had always remained arcane, anonymous, to the societies of earth. It was the basis of their entire arrangement with the deepest corners of the American government. Since the first sightings over Mt. Rainer in 1945 over Washington state and the unfortunate "accident" in Roswell, New Mexico, the extraterrestrials calling themselves the setrakied had pleaded their case to the American government, claiming their race to be debilitated and aseptic. They proposed to the Americans a compromise: their technology for the permission to abduct random American civilians to create a genetic harvest of alien-human hybrids to propagate their species. According to the setrakied, the human race was their last hope.
"We all knew this time would come," said the short, skinny alien ambassador as he arose from his seat at the table at which sat other aliens of lower rank and other humans of lower rank than the General. Standing behind the seated aliens were three other aliens, all of them bearing small, seemingly innocent devices.devices that were adorned by bestial carnage as the grim weapons that they were. "You see.General," condescended the ambassador, "we've become.weary of this.arrangement," spoke the alien slowly as if having to stop and think of the human term for each thing he described as he strolled nonchalant closer to the General and the young Lieutenant, whom was still dumbfounded at his first sight of an otherworldly being.beings that, only two minutes ago, he'd never known existed.
"It's time for a change," continued the alien, stopping just a few feet from the General.
Baffled, the General stuttered, ".A change?"
"Yes," answered the ambassador simply. Pausing for a moment, the alien's deep, black eyes seemed to look upward. "There's a general order my people have that." the ambassador's gaze fell back to the General; had the alien been able to smile, he'd be doing it then, ".well.it's simply never come up. That is, of course, until now. We believe that the moment a race becomes irrelevant to our needs and succession as a whole, that race no longer has a right to hold its own world.from us, that is."
The General's brows furrowed. The room fell silent. The eyes of every human in that room had just been drawn to the ambassador, confused.threatened. "What are you saying, Ambassador?" the General asked slowly.
"Do not fear, General," the ambassador said, sounding a bit humored. "The human race is not quite irrelevant to us yet. However.I'm afraid we must.take control from this point, General." The condescension suddenly escaped the ambassador's tone and was replaced by a commanding, assertive one. "You will adhere to all orders we give you," he said, low and unearthly. "This planet and all of its residents are hereby under the authority of setrakied sovereignty." The aliens bearing their weapons pointed them now at the General and the other human officers in the room.
"You can't do this!" sought the General with futile ire.
"I'm afraid we can, General. The earth was ours the moment the first setrakied vessel entered this star system."
Wide-eyed, the General stared back at the ambassador in rage.
"General!" An officer came running through the door by the General, ardent and out of breath. "Sir, you need to come see this."
The General followed the officer out of the briefing room and out of the building. Outside, sounds of soft thunder rolled in the shining, blue sky. Spaceships, like swarms of locusts, filled the air overhead, hordes of them. Muffled whispers came from all around as every human on the base began to rush out of whatever building they were in to see the terrifying majesty that was now traversing the skies like the oncoming darkness, an era anew, finally ready to lie upon its throne.
The armada had arrived.