Here we learn the fate of Jennifer as she is captured by the evil Narzuk aliens.

Jennifer was pacing back and forth in their family hideaway in the Brecon Beacons. The house was concealed in a wooded valley and could not be seen from the air. There was no electricity, but there was a wood-burning stove, which heated the house and cooked food. Jennifer’s children, Sally and Robert were playing with a puzzle in front of the burner as Jennifer talked to Peter’s sister, Ruth.
‘I’m fed up with staying indoors all the time!’ Jennifer moved her arms around in frustration, a fire burning in her eyes.
‘Peter did the right thing to tell you to stay here, you’ll be safe, but don’t wander outside. There have been reports of alien patrols,’ said Ruth, trying to calm Peter’s emotional wife.
‘How could he just leave us here? He always leaves us, he’s never at home when we need him!’ Jennifer shook her fist at no-one in particular, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders.
‘When’s daddy coming?’ asked Sally.
‘Soon,’ lied Jennifer. ‘I’m going to get some fresh air!’ Jennifer grabbed her coat and walked out the door.
‘Come back!’ cried Ruth as she ran after her. ‘Jennifer come back!’ she screamed. Peter had warned her about Jennifer’s impulsiveness. Ruth tried to stop her, but then Sally shouted to her, and she ran back to the children, shaking her head. ‘Stupid woman!’ sobbed Ruth.
Jennifer walked through the woods and onto the hills at the top of the valley. It was a bright, sunny autumn day, the air was fresh, and she took in long lungfuls of it. She felt alive and happy as she remembered the times she spent walking with Peter in the hills; good times. She closed her eyes as her imagination ran riot: Peter hugging her and kissing her in the long green grass, the birds singing, She felt a gentle breeze and the warm sun on her face.
Then the birds stopped singing.
There was an eerie silence. All she could hear was the soft breeze. Her heart pounded as she opened her eyes. Her blood froze, and she couldn’t speak. In front of her were two Narzuks in black uniforms. As they grabbed her, she screamed in fear, sobbing, begging for mercy, Peter’s words ringing in her head, “Don’t leave the house.” She yearned to be back in the safety of her home, with her children.
But it was too late.
Now her children were without a mother and a father.
As the alien grabbed her with its thin, wiry arms she looked at its large black soulless eyes, which had red veins running through them. It had light green flaking skin. Its long sharp teeth chattered in excitement as it got closer to her, drooling saliva.
She gasped as another alien put a device into her neck and she became unconscious. They dragged her into a ship and placed her in an incubation capsule, along with a hundred others in the hold of the ship. The ship took off and accelerated at an astonishing speed. It sped over the green hills and mountains of the Welsh countryside, heading for Birmingham.
Hovering over the now-devastated city was a black alien ship over a mile wide, dominating the city, putting much of it in the shade. It emitted grinding and screeching noises, as if it had a cog loose, as much smaller craft of all shapes and sizes navigated back and forth around the ship, like bees around a nest.
Jennifer woke up and was shunted from the small alien ship. Her eyes were open, and she could hear herself screaming, but nobody took any notice. Her arms were strapped down so she could not move. She saw an alien commander in a black uniform, with greenish skin and big black eyes, looking at her perfect skin and well-bred features, like a scientist examining an animal in a laboratory.
She noticed a red armband on the sleeve, then her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the symbol. A swastika?
He ran a DNA scanner over her which beeped and flashed green; he nodded, smiling, his sharp teeth chattering. He pressed a button on the incubation pod and she fell asleep again, sedated. The craft landed, and the alien commander pointed to a larger transport ship.
‘Mothership,’ and pointed upwards. They looked up to see the mothership in high Earth orbit, like a small moon passing through the sky. The incubator pod moved through the air, controlled by another alien soldier in a grey uniform, who looked different from the others, subservient to the black-uniformed Narzuks. Jennifer’s incubator was stowed on the transport ship along with a thousand others from all over the UK. They all had perfect features like Jennifer, perfect skin hair, teeth, nails, and body: perfect DNA.
But the drugged women’s faces were expressionless and empty.
High above the United States Eastern seaboard, in Earth orbit, the massive black mothership, one hundred miles wide, hummed and ground away. Transport ships from all over the world docked to the ship and offloaded their precious human cargo. Thousands of women were being taken inside the black monolith spaceship above them, taken from every continent, all with perfect skin and facial features.
Jennifer, half-conscious, was aware of being transported down a long corridor, before falling unconscious again. When she woke, her heart pounded as she tried to move, but she was strapped down, covered by two wide straps, covering her now naked body. It was humid, hot, and she was lying flat inside a clear incubation pod, she could just move her head sideways, and she could see another pod, with another woman, next to her. She tried to speak, but no one could hear her. She looked into the eyes of the woman next to her—a look of terror, helplessness, and a mouthed “Help me!” A shiver went down her spine, and she took a sharp intake of breath, as an alien, green-skinned, with a white medical type uniform looked at her. She looked into the black eyes, and she thought she could detect a smile as the alien pressed a button, and a metal tube slid into her arm.
She screamed in pain, as it extracted DNA samples. The being collected the tube, smiled again and walked to the next pod. When she moved her head to the left side, she could see two tubes, one coloured blue, with a water symbol next to it. She sucked it and cool water trickled down her throat. Next to it was another wider tube, which she sucked and a porridge-like substance came out. ‘I will survive,’ she whispered in the hot sticky atmosphere.
As she looked up she could see she was inside a huge cathedral, cave-like structure, with a high roof. Lights flickered, and there were multiple floors on either side going up to the roof, like some huge, grotesque Italian Opera House, but on a vast scale. An eerie light shone about the cavern, the incubation pods muffling the screams of a million women. If only she had listened to Pete, her hero, strong blue-eyed, rugged and handsome. He had something of the red-blooded warrior about him. And the name he kept whispering in his sleep. Caius, Who is Caius?


SIRIUS TECHNOLOGY – weapons that could be used against aliens-PR7 RAIL GUN RIFLE

Below is an extract from my dominion first blood series where Vinnie and Peter try out some new
weapons to fight the aliens.

Vinnie and Peter in fresh military fatigues are in a TV room with other Special Forces soldiers. Like many soldiers who have seen a massive amount of combat, they have a wired look to their eyes, known as the ‘thousand-yard stare.’ Peter and Vinnie have it too—they have seen their fair share of combat in Iraq and Afghanistan.
And Yemen, don’t forget Yemen.
The assembled soldiers are amongst the best of the best of the Elite Special Forces, chosen, like Peter, for the Sirius project. Peter waves to someone he recognises from his Iraq stint. They sup their tea while watching a training video on project Sirius weapons technology, and how to operate them.
“This is the PR7 Rifle. It uses electrically-driven, electromagnetic, rail gun technology. This gives a constant acceleration along the entire length of the device, significantly increasing the muzzle velocity. It does not use explosive propellant—it is a strictly kinetic weapon. Each projectile travels at 2000 mph with a muzzle velocity of 1000lbs, enough kinetic force, in one bullet, to take out an armoured vehicle. It takes a magazine of thirty 20mm uranium-enriched projectiles and is powered by a unique electro-mag battery which is inserted into the stock, here. It can also fire a grenade with a range of 1000 yards.”
‘Kinetic energy,’ Vinnie raises his eyebrows. He has a natural interest in new rifle technology, being the best marksman in the regiment.
Peter has read a New Scientist article about a space-based weapon that was fired from a satellite orbiting Earth—a non-explosive, twenty-foot long tungsten projectile, which would hit earth travelling at Mach ten. Devastating. Project Thor or something. But a rifle? He has used the PR7 once before, at Buckingham Palace, but it would be good to get some proper training.
A Project Sirius officer addresses the soldiers.
‘I am Lieutenant Ross. We will go outside so you can train on the weapons. Alien activity is low in this area, but we will warn you of any incoming.’

Peter and Vinnie are in the dry, arid Mojave Desert. There is a light breeze, but the desert air dries Peter’s mouth. Peter looks up at the blue sky; a vulture is circling above. ‘Nice place,’ thinks Peter, as he gulps some water, and puts on his sunglasses. He examines his solid titanium PR7 rifle. He adjusts his sight, loads a grenade, aims and fired the grenade launcher, which takes out a bus—and half the hillside with it. A plume of dust fills the air around them. Peter rubs his shoulder, the recoil from the shot is ferocious—even though he has the strength of ten men, he feels the recoil.
‘Use a pad for the stock, Vinnie, it’s got a vicious kick,’ says Peter. Vinnie nods and then destroys a tank with two shots from the rifle.
‘Now that’s what I’m talking about,’ Peter admires his gun.
‘Nice rifle,’ says Vinnie, ‘I think I’m in love,’ rubbing his shoulder.
A siren sounds as Peter is about to fire another round. ‘We’ve got incoming!’ shouts the Lieutenant as soldiers run for the bunker. Peter just manages to dive into the bunker, and the huge steel door seals behind him as a black alien fighter flies past.



Below is an extract from my dominion first blood series where the President asks questions about the
Sirius Project. It aso captures the atmosphere of what an alien invasion what actually be like.

President Wilson, his young son and three rock-faced and black-suited secret service personnel are going down in a secure White House elevator, deep below the White House. Everyone looks tense. As the steel doors part, and they get out, they see a silver steel train with the American Flag and Seal of the President of the United States emblazoned on it. There are shouted orders and frantic activity as boxes and personnel are stowed onto the train, a stoney-faced Secret Service officer steps towards the President.
‘This way sir.’ Wilson and Scott are seated in the presidential car, along with boxes piled high with equipment. The President wipes his brow and gestures towards his staff, ‘Leave us please,’ as he leans forward to his friend General Scott, then faints as his head falls on the table. The knock to his head brings him around.
‘Frank! Are you ok?’ asks Scott.
President Wilson retrieves a pill from his jacket pocket, his hand shaking.
‘Anything I can to do to help?’ a concerned Scott helps the President get seated. The train moves away and accelerates to a tremendous speed as they are forced back into their seats. Wilson takes a drink of water and the colour returns to his face, but his voice is weak.
‘Bill, protocol dictates that I should hand over to the Vice President if I’m incapacitated, but I don’t trust him. He’s a backstabber, unreliable, power gone to his head. Anyway, he is in London.’
‘We managed to get him on an X-37D, but we’ve had no contact for 24 hours,’ replies General Scott.
‘The Secretary of Defense, Fraser? Nice guy, but I’m not sure he could cope—he’s also missing. I need loyal and competent people by my side. But when the time comes I want you to take over,’ he says, looking at his General. Wilson leans back and takes another one of his pills. Scott nodded.
‘So Bill, what is this Sirius Protocol, and are we ready?’
‘Well, sir.’
‘You call me Frank in private from now on please – we’ve known each other long enough, and I don’t know how long I’ve got.’
‘Okay, Frank. The Sirius Project was first mooted in the 1950s after Roswell. It was classified Above Top Secret so not many people knew about it.’
‘You mean you actually found a spacecraft—aliens?’
‘An alien craft was found. It was damaged but we recovered it and we have been doing research at Area 51 ever since. The aliens were dead but we have kept them preserved for research. Then in the 1970s, there was a secret meeting of the five permanent members of the United Nations Security Council where it was agreed to set up and fund Project Sirius. Since then France, UK and China have pulled out, thinking it was a waste of money. Only Russia stuck with us. Surprised eh? Over the years we have built some ingenious weapons, some with technology we gained from the alien spacecraft. But to be honest we’re not sure if it will work in practice, against the aliens I mean. Hold on…’
A panel and a blue phone flash. General Scott picks up.
‘It’s Chip again sir, multiple alien spacecraft have entered the Earth’s atmosphere, satellites are down, most communications are down.’ Wilson leaned forward towards Scott. ‘How come space command can contact us?’
‘Radio technology, the old-fashioned stuff seems to work best in these circumstances. Sir, can I launch the squadrons of F22s?’
‘Do it,’ ordered the President.
‘What chance do they have?’
‘We have equipped the F22s with the shielding technology we found on the Roswell ship. It’s controlled from Sirius headquarters. That’s where we’re heading now,’ Scott loosened his tie and took off his jacket.
The President’s son, Michael, walks in with an aide.
‘Dad, will the aliens be friends with us?’
‘I don’t think so, son.’ Wilson stood up and addresses his son.
‘You will need to be brave.’ The president digs in his pocket and puts a Secret Service badge on Michael.
‘You stick close to me, you’re my new Secret Service agent. Here’s your badge, son.’
They salute each other. General Scott smiles and salutes as well.
‘Where’s mummy?’ asks Michael.
‘She’s in New York son. We’re trying our best to find her and bring her home safe.’ The President looks pale as he hugs his son.
The red phone flashes as an aide walks in.
‘It’s your UN Security Council conference call sir, not sure they’re all there sir.’
President Wilson picks up the phone in eager anticipation of the events in other parts of the world.
‘Prime Minister Johnson, hello Boris, how are you faring?’
The British Prime Minister sounds out of breath.
‘Hello Frank, we’ve evacuated Downing Street and we’re at a secure location – a Sirius base outside London. It’s pretty chaotic, an alien spaceship has appeared over London, the population is terrified, scared the shit out of me, to be honest. We’re engaging now with a squadron of Eurofighters, we’re hoping this new Sirius technology you gave us will protect our planes. What’s that? What’s that noise? Christ! I’ve got to go!’
Wilson looks up at Scott, who shakes his head.
‘Anyone else there?’
‘Yakimov here!’
‘Alexey! How are you faring?’
‘Frank, not well. We have evacuated Moscow, alien craft are everywhere. Most of our Air Force is shot down. Were bunkered down in Siberia. We’re hoping this Sirius technology will help us, our Sukhoi’s have the new technology fitted, the shields, but it’s not working against these alien bastards! I know we have had our differences in the past, but the world must unite now Frank, else we are doomed. To be honest …’
The line went dead. Wilson and Scott shake their heads in dismay.
‘I need a stiff drink,’ the president mutters, head in hands.
‘Are you sure—in your condition?’ as General Scott wanders over to a drinks cabinet.
‘We need to find a solution to this alien threat, Bill.’ Scott is silent as he pours them a glass of whisky from a decanter.
‘Ice please,’ says Wilson as his friend passes him a glass of single malt—Glenmorangie. They sat in silence, trying to comprehend the enormity of their responsibility to the American people, and to the world at large.
‘You know Bill, when I was talking to Yakimov, I felt a sense of camaraderie, like I’ve never felt before. Like we’re all in this together. Maybe this crisis is what the world needs to bring people together.’
‘Assuming anyone survives of course,’ replies General Scott, then adds, ‘The enemy of mine enemy is my friend.’
‘Yes Bill, I take your point, but it’s more than that.’
President Wilson leans forward. ‘I heard from Smith at the CIA of a British guy. Captain Morgan—an SAS soldier of superhuman ability, the strength of ten men. Runs as fast as a leopard, indestructible,’ as he took a gulp of whiskey.
‘They call him Bulletproof Pete,’ smiled General Scott. ‘We tried to recruit him before but failed. Smith put a request into the British Government to put him on an X-37D in return for Sirius technology. They agreed. The British stopped funding the Sirius project so they’re short of kit.’
‘We need answers Bill, and fast. I pray to God he’s on his way.’ The President looks earnest, like a father awaiting the safe delivery of a child.
‘God speed Captain Morgan,’ prays Frank Wilson as he finishes his whisky.

An experimental, sleek-looking plane, black as the ace of spades, emerges from an underground hangar, X-37D emblazoned on the fuselage. It looks like a cross between a space shuttle and an SR71 Blackbird, brimming with stealth technology. It launches into the air and quickly accelerates to Mach 3. The skin of the plane shimmers and becomes semi-invisible. Destination: an air force base in the North of England.

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This scenario plays out in space command USA and the UN Office of Outer Space Affairs committee.

In Space Command, Chip punches up a program to transmit prime numbers. He presses a red button and numbers flash up on the screen; they are transmitted on all frequencies.
‘I just hope they are friendly,’ he mutters to himself, a knot of fear in his stomach. He looks around him, at his colleagues. Some are grim-faced, a few younger ones look like rabbits caught in a truck’s headlights. His friend Leonard is dialling his girlfriend under his desk, trying not to be seen.
‘Get out of New York now!’ he whispers.
‘But I have a hair appointment.’
‘Forget your appointment. Get out of New York now. Aliens are coming!’
‘Will they be friends with us? What shoes shall I wear?’
A military space shuttle flies out of the Earth’s atmosphere into space. President Wilson and General Scott watch from the shuttle’s onboard camera.
‘What can you see, Commander?’ asked Wilson.
‘The object is approaching fast: 10,000, 3,000, 1,000 miles. It’s slowing down—it’s huge, sir!’
‘Are you able to send a signal to it?’ asks a white-faced Wilson.
‘Trying on all frequencies. Sir my controls are frozen, I cannot steer the ship. I have lost control. I’m locked in some sort of tractor beam!’ Wilson and Scott look at each other. The joint chiefs stand crowded around the screen.
‘Sir, it’s destroying all the satellites. The ship is opening—Fuck!’
Laser beams emit from the lower section of the massive spaceship. Satellites in the immediate vicinity are destroyed like a bat feeding on mosquitoes. The shuttle drifts helplessly towards an opening in the spaceship. The Space Shuttle disappears inside as the screen goes dark.
Back in the White House, an agitated Scott confronts President Wilson.
‘Shall we launch a nuclear strike, sir?’
‘We are not certain of their intentions yet, let’s wait.’
‘But they have destroyed a bunch of satellites!’ the General exclaims.
The president looks pale and ashen.
‘Shall I invoke the Sirius Protocol?’ Scott looks Wilson in the eye.
‘The Sirius Protocol? I didn’t think that was real I thought it was just a ruse to get extra funding for the Defense Department.’
‘Oh, it’s real sir, a preparation for an alien invasion. After Roswell, we knew we had to prepare for this eventuality one day. With your permission, I am invoking it now sir. We have to move you to a safe location before it’s too late.’
Wilson appears shaky and drawn.
‘Do it. Fetch my son, he’s in the East Wing. And my wife, she’s at a charity event in New York. Do it now!’
As he looks out of the White House window, he realizes that the strange creature, Cassian, was right. The question is are they prepared?

The black monolithic spaceship stays in Earth orbit, unhindered. Eighty smaller, but still huge spacecraft, each one-mile wide, emerge from the mothership at precise intervals, each one as black and ugly as the mothership, making their way around the globe to all the main cities and population centres.

Jayesh Jindal, wearing a smart suit, pin backed hair and glasses, is sitting in her office in Vienna, her brain reeling. She is on her third cup of coffee, well beyond her normal limit of one a day. She is an Indian astrophysicist and works for the UN Office of Outer Space Affairs committee. The office is charged with making first contact with aliens, and Jayesh is its ambassador.
She wipes her brow with a tissue as she strides into the small control centre where her staff of five are in a frenzy of activity.
‘Has the friendship message been translated?’ Jayesh puts her hands on her hips.
‘Yes ma’am. English to Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, Arabic and Hindi,’ says a smart looking Chinese girl with glasses.
‘Transmit now, Li.’
‘Okay ma’am.’
‘Where is your family?’ asks Jayesh.
‘Salzburg, ma’am.’
‘I have a bad feeling about this. Leave now. It will be safer than Vienna. Same for the rest of you. I will pack up. Go!’ she shouts. She watches as her staff grab their bags and rush out the door, then she walks to the window. Down below, crowds of people are running in the streets, in all directions, cops failing miserably to control the traffic, cars crashing, and shops being looted. ‘This is how it starts’, she thinks.

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This blog has a go at how an alien invasion would start.

Two junior astronomers based in the communication complex are doing the night shift. Banks of computers and monitors line the walls. Nick, longhaired, scruffy, unshaven and hung over, nods off then sleepily gazes up at his screen.
Nick grimaces at his coffee and then looks at his screen again. ‘Chris, have a look at this. Is this shit coffee making me see things or can you see an object moving towards Earth?’
Chris, even more longhaired, and even scruffier, stares at his screen.
‘You mean that object?
‘Yes, I mean that fucking object—it’s not an asteroid, it’s too solid! Call the boss,’ says Nick.
‘You mean bell end?’ asks Chris.
‘Just call him,’ orders Nick.
Chris is on the phone to his boss. ‘Yes sir, we have a very large object moving towards Earth… about 100,000 kilometres distant and closing fast. Speed? Hold on a minute. 20,000 miles per hour. No, hold on. Sorry sir, it’s changing, 19,000 miles per hour. Can’t be right. How can it be slowing down?’
In Air Force Space Command (AFSPC) sits Chip, a young, muscular, crop-haired space radar operator. He is surrounded by other operators and banks of screens. In the front of the huge room is a screen twenty feet tall and fifty feet wide showing every single satellite and other space objects, and their position in Earth orbit, shown in real time.
Chip gets excited. ‘Sir! I’ve picked something up on the space radar. It’s coming in fast, sir.’ His superior, General Grimbald, looks annoyed.
‘I don’t think so, sir.’
‘Why’s that?’ asks the General, showing his yellow teeth.
‘Because it’s slowing down, sir!’ General Grimbald looks agitated.
‘Must be a fault in the system,’ he replies, his eyes darting this way and that.
Chip is frustrated. ‘But sir!’
‘Do a full system diagnostic. That’s an order!’ barks the general.
‘But sir that will take three hours!’ Chip is jumping with agitation.
‘Do it! That’s an order! The only reason you got this job, Lieutenant, is because that jumped-up asshole of an uncle of yours is in the White House.’
General Grimbald walks away. His greasy, black hair is in contrast to his pale, unhealthy-looking face. His dark, shifty eyes dart back and forth as if searching for something, he then checks his watch. Chip waits until the General leaves, then discreetly taps out a message on his mobile phone, then decides what he is going to do. Disobeying a direct order could mean a court-martial, but if the Earth was being invaded, he needed to do something.
He finishes the message to his uncle, General Scott, in the White House and decides to wait for an answer. Running a system diagnostic would consume a lot of computing resource. A bead of sweat drops from his forehead, as he looks at his colleagues, hoping he has made the right decision.

The Meaning of Friendship


Some friendships last all our lives, others are short lived, some end tragically, like my South African friend Colin, whom I worked with for several years. One week we were having a nice Friday night drink in Waterloo, the following week I got a call from his girlfriend, saying he had died in a motorcycle accident on the Saturday, helping others as a motorbike marshall. He was always involved in some sort of charity, helping others, but he was also a risk taker. I remember one story where, although he was a good canoeist, he went canoeing when the Thames was in full flood. At nighttime. He had to be rescued from an island in the middle of the Thames in the middle of the night, surrounded by high water.

The moral of that story is value your friendships, for you never know when they might be cut short.

Many friendships start in early childhood. My oldest friend is Mark – we were friends since 5 years old, playing lego in the garden, building secret camps in the woods (though not so secret as one of them got knocked down- we were followed). Letting fireworks off from our bicycle handlebars and other such silly pranks, bike rallying and having horrendous crashes landing in the stinging nettles (many of those). Getting our first motorbikes. Mine was a single cylinder Honda CB125 and I think Mark had a Yamaha two stroke- more than one motorbike crash (though not seriously injured), going on a tour of Hayling Island on our bikes, sleeping in our sleeping bags without a tent (not recommended) and sleeping in the new Forest and getting bitten to death by midges. I remember playing Dungeons and Dragons in my late teens and having a character called Glemen, a very high level and powerful character (i wonder if someone is still playing him somewhere in the world). I have left out some of the more serious pranks in case I get into trouble. Around the age of twenty we drifted apart and found different friends.

Other friends we start in our twenties and you soon start to learn who are drinking buddies and who are in fact, real friends. Gordon and Mark have been my friends since my early twenties. And  me and my friend Chris, a gentlemen of the old school, have been friends for 20 years.

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How Scary Would An Alien Invasion Be?


Very Scary.

An alien invasion would make World War Two look like a walk in the park.


Because there would be very few places to hide. From the aliens that is. In World War Two parts of Europe: Switzerland, Portugal, Spain, The Americas, Most of Africa and parts of Asia were not invaded by the AXIS powers. Refugees, and others, with spirit and bravery, had a chance to escape to a safer place, where the evil Nazis could not persecute them. Armies had the option of retreating back to their own lines, to fight another day.


If you think back to the Independence Day film, the aliens had a strategy. Satellite spaceships invaded earth and controlled all the major cities and population cities, then destroyed them. The satellite ships were controlled by a Mothership, directing the alien forces, firstly destroying the ability to communicate, satellites etc. Then destroying the ground forces, and airforce and navy. Ninety percent of our military would be wiped out within the first 48 hours of an alien invasion.

Then the aliens would destroy the infrastructure; power, water, gas supplies would be cut off, things everyone takes for granted, at least in the developed world. Could you imagine a world without electricity? I don’t think most people can, to be quite honest. The major cities would be evacuated – traffic jams running for miles, with people running out of petrol.

Where would people go?

Caves, forests, mountains, hidden valleys, hideaways, cellars, basements.

How would people survive? I think most people would struggle without electricity and fresh water. Its the people who have survival skills that will survive. Start watching Bear Grylls and Ray Mears.

Major cities would be evacuated, but some isolated communities may stay in their homes, if they are well hidden. But even if you did manage to stay in your own home there would be no electricity, no gas no water. That makes alternative energies so attractive; solar power, wind power, recyclable water systems – self-sufficiency. In the Philippines a lot of people drill a borehole down to the water table to pump fresh water for washing and drinking.

Most people would be hiding out in the woods, building makeshift camps (I remember doing this as a young boy with my friends building camps and getting chased by Crown Estate Forest Rangers, but that’s another story).

How long could you survive in the woods?

You could build a log cabin from fallen trees (like I used to). You would need a supply of fresh drinking water, a stream or suchlike. Without this you would survive less than a week. Food? There is deer, rabbits, foxes (not good eating) and squirrels, but you have to catch them first. So you would need to develop hunting skills, and how to skin an animal. Most people would be squeamish about this. And of course how to create a fire. Firesticks are very useful, but they can be tricky – you would need to find good dry tinder to get a fire going. Somebody with survival skills with  a good knife, a firestick and a cooking pan could survive for months, maybe years.

In my new book I discuss the existence of a secret worldwide organization to fight an alien invasion. It has secret underground bases, new technology, new weapons to fight the alien menace. This would be critical for humankind to stand any chance of survival and fight back against the aliens.

In my new book series “DOMINION: First Blood” Book One HERO (out NOW on Amazon), the world suddenly becomes a very scary place. The alien invaders totally dominate – crushing all resistance. But the human’s fight back, with ingenuity, and cunning. An SAS super-hero called Bulletproof Pete teams up with sexy vampire Lucia – the humans ally themselves with a race of ancient vampires in a bitter war against the aliens. But no-one can defeat the human spirit.

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An old and terrible threat comes back to haunt Mankind. A race of ancient aliens are hell-bent on dominating Earth and replacing humans with their own kind. An ageing but brilliant archaeologist makes a shocking discovery in modern Iraq. A secret meeting occurs between Vampire elders and the US President.

Our modern day SAS hero Captain “Bullet Proof Pete” and childhood friend “Vinnie the Terminator” join forces with their American allies to defend Earth at all costs against the alien menace – but our hero is torn apart by guilt for leaving his wife and family.

The US President stands alone – all seems lost. But then our hero turns up with important new information. They are joined by Vampire Demons Cassian and the magnetic Lucia – igniting a sense of new hope.
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“I imagine they might exist in massive ships, having used up all the resources from their home planet. Such advanced aliens would perhaps become nomads, looking to conquer and colonize whatever planets they can reach.”
“To my mathematical brain, the numbers alone make thinking about aliens perfectly rational.”
“The real challenge is working out what aliens might actually be like.” “We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet.”
“If aliens ever visit us, I think the outcome would be much as when Christopher Columbus first landed in America, which didn’t turn out very well for the American Indians.”

Professor Stephen Hawking

I agree with Stephen Hawking in that aliens would probably not be friendly. The aliens in my book Dominion First Blood are nasty aliens who foolishly adopt the Nazi ideology – much to the detriment of the human race.

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Foreword from my forthcoming book DOMINION: First Blood (Book One)

Book Release February 2016 on Amazon


Although this is a work of fiction (and I hope you enjoy it very much) there are elements of truth running behind it.
Did aliens visit ancient Sumeria (Modern day Iraq) at the earliest point of human civilization?
Many scientists are astounded at how Sumerians progressed so quickly from mud-hut living fisher folk to temple building mathematicians. Did aliens experiment with early human DNA to build better humans? (There are many books on this subject). ‘The ‘Sumeri’ aliens are called exactly that by the vampires simply because they arrived and ‘integrated’ at that time with the Sumerian civilization 6,000 years ago.

Do aliens really exist?

Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. As technology advances and more and more ‘M Class’ planets (those capable of sustaining life) are found every year then the probability increases that aliens do exist. In fact, there are 140 billion habitable planets in our galaxy alone. In 2011, the FBI declassified decades’ worth of secret government documents. These documents contain thousands of reports of UFO sightings and alien activity. These include Mass UFO sightings, personal abductions and government cover-ups.

Most interesting among these were reports of huge triangular shaped objects flying over Belgium airspace in 1990. There were hundreds of reports of these objects, frequently described as enormous and triangular in shape – known as “The Belgian Wave”, which lasted for two years. Air Force supersonic F-16 jets chased these strange objects, which were simultaneously tracked by both airborne and ground radars. The Belgian Government cooperated fully with civilian UFO investigators, an action without precedent in the history of government involvement in this field. These triangular objects have been reported all around the world, along with increased activity in abductions and mysterious alien implants.


Hypnotic regression of abductees seems to suggest an alien agenda of aliens experimenting on humans to breed half-human, half-alien hybrids. Any official question to governments about these mysterious sightings and events is normally met by a stony silence or a grumpy rebuff.

What becomes clear is that sightings by a few people can be ‘covered up’ by government disinformation etc., but that sightings by hundreds or thousands of people, including photographic evidence, (as has happened), cannot be covered up. I came across another story so spine chilling that I will not repeat it here, but it suggests the war against aliens has already started.
The circumstantial evidence for alien activity appears to be overwhelming. The US Government has been collecting evidence from UFO crash sites around the world for decades. I understand why they keep it a secret, and I think they should keep it a secret, for obvious reasons.

Should SETI (the organization set up to Search for Extra-terrestrial Intelligence) be actually trying to contact aliens in the first place? Should we stop sending signals to outer space trying to contact aliens? Professor Stephen hawking seems to think so (and I would agree with him). In the movie Battleship SETI sends a signal to outer space which is picked up aliens who then proceed to invade our planet. Oops.

Certainly, our current technology has not advanced to the point where we could defend ourselves against an alien invasion. But, how would humankind fare in an alien invasion? What do the experts say? Military strategists from the Air Command and Staff College in the United States have a multitude of plans if aliens did invade. They have war gamed every scenario imaginable. Unfortunately, most of that is classified as Top Secret information, i.e. they want to keep quiet about it. Reading between the lines, I do not think humankind comes out of it very well. (I recently came across a story so spine chilling that I will not repeat it here, but it suggests the war against aliens has already started.)

Is it likely aliens would ever invade our world? The conclusion by scientists was that an invasion was likely. Why?

1) They want to breed with us, because they can no longer reproduce themselves; or
2) They want Earth’s resources – Water, metals, forests and biology; or
3) They want the Earth as a new home for themselves (and presumably evict us Earthlings.) This could be because their own planet is no longer habitable. (Maybe they polluted the atmosphere or destroyed their own with wars – does that ring a bell?)

There is a United Nations office called the UN Office of Outer Space Affairs committee in New York, which is charged with the responsibility of making first contact with aliens with its own alien ambassador, Mazlan Othman, a Malaysian astrophysicist. Her office is tasked with sending a message in all major languages to the alien visitors. The universal language of mathematics would also be used by transmitting prime numbers to the aliens.

Aliens are likely to be highly intelligent and advanced scientifically. In the 1930’s Germany was the most advanced technological country in the world, developing their war machinery in secret collaboration with the Russians, deep inside Soviet Russia. The allies were oblivious to this – Of course, the allies did not know about the advanced German technology until it was too late. In the second World War the British and French were completely overwhelmed by the technically superior German war machine – leading to the evacuation at Dunkirk. The allies were completely unprepared and complacent about the Nazi threat – leading to a scramble to re-arm, which the British did with amazing speed and innovation.

Would aliens be friendly? We only have to learn the lesson of Nazi Germany to understand that the answer would be no. There appears to be no relationship between technological advancement and moral or ethical behavior.
In a war against aliens, the whole world of politics and alliances would be thrown on its head. Former enemies would become allies, NATO soldiers fighting alongside Russian troops – just as it was during the Second World War (perhaps even sharing a shot of vodka during the fighting). Imagine American troops fighting an alien menace alongside the Taliban and Al Qaeda (unthinkable I know), because it is not a war of ideology, but of human survival – the future of humankind itself. Perhaps in a moment of reflection everyone needs to look beyond his or her own navel, and self-interest, and think about what is best for human kind.

Nevertheless, even if old enemies did join forces – will that be enough? Who will help the human race in its darkest hour?
Look for friends in unlikely places.

Do vampires exist?
Do you know anyone who, when they speak to you, just drains you of energy, with their vindictive and bullying attitude? (Maybe someone at work). Perhaps just their physical presence send shockwaves and shivers through your body, making you feel weak and defenseless. To all intents and purposes that is a vampire, because they suck the energy out of you. Some people just feed off the psychic (and physical) energy of others. Vampirism has existed for thousands of years; cultures such as the Hebrews, Mesopotamians, Ancient Greeks and Romans had tales of demons and spirits, which are considered precursors to modern vampires. However, in history that is more recent the folklore for the vampires seems to originate almost exclusively from early 18th century southeastern Europe, and the famous tales of Count Dracula in Transylvania.

Another example of truth being stranger than fiction is that the X-37B stealth aircraft mentioned in the story is real. Its design resembles a mini shuttle and is only 29 feet in length and 15 feet in width. The unmanned, reusable vehicle logged an unprecedented 675 days in space, but very little is known about this Top Secret space plane which seems more ‘James Bond than a machinery of reality’.

The US military keeps very quiet about the X-37B – but it has been orbiting the earth for the last two years and landed recently at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California.

This fictional story discusses the existence of a worldwide military organisation to prepare for, and fight, any alien attack, namely Sirius. This worldwide network may, or may not, exist but it would certainly be prudent to prepare for an alien invasion, and is within the realms of probability. All the ‘Sirius’ weapons discussed in the story may seem like the stuff of science fiction but in fact are based on real technology, for example rail gun and laser technology as well as the Adaptiv armor which hides vehicles from infa red.
Although we would appear to be defenseless against an attack by an alien force, all is not lost, because we humans have something they do not, we are greater than the sum of our parts. In great adversity we find the spirit, the wit, to win our way through – somehow.

Although this is purely a fictional story it does raise issues about our existence, how we look at the world, our neighbors, and our attitude to how we should treat others that are not like ourselves. Issues of race, ideology, religion, sexual orientation, wealth and class are irrelevant when your own existence is at peril.

More than anything this story is about the friendship between Peter and Vinnie, childhood friends, and the desperate need for peoples of all races, to come together to fight evil, whether the source of that evil is from this planet, or from a different one.

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