Alien Hybrid

ALIEN HYBRID

ROSS RICHDALE

Science Fiction

ISBN 978-1-877438-52-3

When an assassination attempt and a stab in the heart fail to kill Kali, she finds that she is far from ordinary. Her mother, Jade tells her of being abducted and impregnated by an advanced humanoid race called Pures. Kali not only has an alien father but discovers she has an identical twin sister, Lesha who arrives on Earth to help her escape the assassins.

These assassins are not human but androids, so advanced that they are about to supersede human life in the far off cosmos. Only Kali and Lesha's genetically enhanced telepathic powers can stop them.

They are transported in a quantum leap to a remote planet where they find that they have already destroyed the local android population. However, they are trapped there and in their quest to get home to Earth become more embroiled in the battle against the androids. Furthermore, someone or something is using them as pawns to fight this war.

They encounter and befriend other humanoids and witness the start of a new life form. The androids are about to regenerate from being electronic to biological life and the humanoids on the planet are enslaved and cloned in experiments to achieve this aim.

But are the Pures from whom Kali and Lesha's hybrid genes come from, entirely innocent? With help from her mother, her sister and partner Westley, Kali sets forth to find the truth about the world they are in and of life itself.

CHAPTER 1

At Wellington, New Zealand's Victoria University graduation ceremony, the tall blonde woman was one of the last graduates to receive her doctorate degree for two reasons; her surname came near the end of the alphabet and she was being conferred one of the highest degrees of the evening, that of Doctor of Philosophy. At twenty-two she was also one of the youngest scholars to reach this level, not that she really shared her mother's pride at this achievement. To her it was just a stepping-stone in life and the sapphire gown and somewhat oversized bonnet with a golden tassel having to be placed on the left after receiving it was almost a childish tradition.

Doctor Kali Valerie Whitmore, the professor that she knew through her studies announced over the public address system.

Kali grinned at the graduate behind her, a man thirty years older than herself, and stepped out onto the stage. It was exactly nineteen steps across to where the university chancellor stood with the scroll and bonnet in his hand. She glanced out at the sea of faces but didn't really expect to see her mother or partner where they were seated a quarter of the way back in the theatre.

Congratulations, Doctor Whitmore, the chancellor said as he handed her the scroll case and placed the bonnet on her head. You should be proud to be our youngest graduate ever to receive this esteemed degree.

Proud, Chancellor Osborne? she replied as she looked into the elderly man's eyes. I am. However, it is not for myself but of my mother who did so much to support me. Without her love and guidance, I doubt if I'd be here today.

Quite so, the chancellor replied and gave a slight bow of his head.

Kali did everything according to the protocol and continued her journey across the stage with the applause turning into whistling and cheers from the audience. Her face burned in embarrassment for she did not expect more than the usual polite clapping that the other doctorates had received. Perhaps it was because her friends were her own age, not older adults who associated with her graduating companions. She reached the curtain on the left and was about to step down the side steps when a man in dark suit stepped towards her.

Doctor Kali Whitmore? he asked in a cultural voice.

Kali smiled at the unfamiliar title and replied. Yes.

There is nothing personal but you cannot be allowed to continue...

The tone was frigid and everything happened so quickly that Kali had no chance to defend herself. She saw the long stiletto knife flash and felt a blade pierce the inside of her left beast. She glanced down in horror as dark red blood oozed out over her graduation gown. Only the still shaking silver handle showed so the blade must be imbedded deep inside her.  The pain arrived, she gasped, staggered, grabbed a nearby curtain and dropped... her last memory was that the curtain came with her as she dropped and the world became a fog of spinning purple.

*

Sweetheart, did your eyes twitter?

She knew the voice but it was so far away it seemed as if it was echoing through a cave, a cave of swirling white mist. It was so cold... no it was hot and steamy. She gasped and tried to force her eyes open. They felt like lead... now that was a ridiculous comparison. Everyone knew that lead was a poisonous metal and anyway, nobody should use lead as a symbol of something heavy. Tungsten would be far better. After all, it had a density of 19.25 grams per cubic centimetre whereas lead was only 11.35.

Are you trying to say something, Sweetheart?

Kali forced her eyes open as if she was plying up an over-tight spring. Everything focused. She saw pale pink walls, stainless steel machinery, a glowing monitor flickering three horizontal bar graphs and a tanned face, blue eyes and blonde hair. The lips looked distraught and tears rolled down the woman's face. It was her mother!

Don't cry, Jade, she whispered. She had always called her mother by her forename since she was about ten. It was just logical to do so.

Her sentence had the opposite effect. Jade reached forward, hugged her, burst into sobbing uncontrolled tears and for a moment could not speak.

I'm fine Jade. The graduation... Is there still time to go to the dinner reception? She grinned. I guess it doesn't matter. Wesley hates those formal dinners. He... She wriggled up her pillow as her sobbing mother let her go. Jade blew her nose. Something happened, didn't it?

Her mother nodded. You're in the Acute Care Unit at Wellington Hospital.

But why, Jade?

Your graduation... can't you remember?

Kali coughed, swallowed and shook her head. She remembered receiving her scroll and that silly bonnet, crossing to the opposite side of the stage, walking down the steps and... wait a minute... she never reached the steps. It came back! A man attacked me, didn't he?

Yes, Her mother began to sob again. The knife pierced your heart. I thought you had died.

Pierced my heart?

Normally it would be fatal. Nobody understands why you aren't dead. You went in a coma but didn't die. It was a coma from which the doctors told me you would never awaken. Jade blew her nose again. But I knew you would. It's your genes... She stood up. But you're awake and will soon be home. I know that.

Kali glanced around. Where's Westley? she asked.

At work. We take it in turns to come and sit with you. I'll text him. He'll be thrilled.

Has he been called back from the holiday? With Christmas only two weeks away you'd think the company would leave him alone?

Oh Kali, it is April. You've been in a coma for almost five months. Jade reached over, kissed her on the cheek and stepped back. I'll text Westley.

Kali's mind was in a whirl as she watched her mother reach for her mobile. Five months! How could this be so?

*

Within half an hour Westley, her partner since undergraduate days, arrived. She grinned as the straggly man, bounded in. He was actually taller than her own metre eighty-five height and a little older than herself. His first reactions though were unexpected. He stopped, saw her looking into his eyes and burst into tears, every bit as emotional as her mother. He grabbed her so tightly, it hurt and just held on as he stroked her hair and kissed her with every gram of emotion quivering through his body.

I need to be attacked more often, she whispered when he finally let her go.

He kissed her again, gave Jade an affectionate hug and stood back. He opened his mouth as if to say something, grinned and shut it again before turning to her mother. Have you told her? he asked.

Jade frowned. Only about the attack and that it is now April.

Nothing else?

Oh Wesley, Jade gave a tiny laugh. It's all happened so quickly. Contacting you was my priority.

Of course. Thank you. He grinned at Kali and asked several quite impersonal questions all to do with quantum physics.

Kali realised it was to do with research they had done together so she doubted if anybody else would know the answers. She replied briefly and reached out for his hand. It's the real me, she said. No I haven't gone brain dead or whatever.

Oh Kali, he said and again grabbed her in a passionate embrace.

So what haven't you told me? she asked and received another totally unexpected reaction. Her mother flushed a bright red.

When we thought you would never awaken I was going to take Westley into my confidence but held back. Not even the doctors know but they are highly suspicious and as for that that damn Government Communications Security Bureau... Jade glanced at the door. No doubt there is still a guard out there?

Two actually, an armed army officer as well as that grim faced guy in that old fashioned suit. Westley said. Just about strip searched me before I was allowed in the corridor let alone this room.

A professional looking woman interrupted them, took one look at her and reached for a red button hanging from the bed top. You should have called for assistance, she grumbled.

Jade almost grinned. This is Charge Nurse Jessie Underwood, she said. Beneath that grim exterior is compassion that she attempts to hide. Jessie, you know Kali, of course but haven't had an opportunity to speak to her before.

Hi Jessie, Kali said and saw the woman's eyes soften.

How do you feel, no tightness in the chest? The charge nurse said as she reached out to feel a pulse in Kali's neck.

No. Hungry if anything, a bit of a dry throat and need to visit the toilet

Memories?

Most, I think. That is up until the time I was attacked. There has been nothing since then until I awoke to find Jade in front of me.

Your mother?

Kali nodded and lay there as the nurse listened to her heart with a stethoscope. The woman frowned and switched her eyes to the monitor that pulsed out the four continuous graphs across the screen. It's perfect, she gasped almost to herself and stood back. But it's not possible...

What isn't?

Young lady, your heart was pierced two centimetres deep by a knife that damaged the aorta valve. It has not only continued to operate but has apparently repaired itself. According to that monitor you can see beside your bed, you have the strongest heart of anyone in this room. We'll take some more scans of course but...

You signed the government secrecy order, I believe, Jade whispered.

Of course!

And the directives included?

Jessie Underwood paled slightly and nodded. I'm sorry. Nothing I've seen will go beyond this room.

And don't forget! Jade's voice was so harsh it made Kali remember something; the man who stabbed her used the same tone before he plunged the knife in her breast.​

Mum! Kali cried. She used that term only when she was extremely annoyed or frustrated by her mother. At the moment she was both. What are you holding back from me?

Jade blinked and almost appeared to be in tears again. After the surgeon has examined you, I'll explain everything, Sweetheart and that's a promise.

Everything? It was Westley who gasped.

Yes and I want you to hear it all, too.

The nurse's communicator buzzed. She read it and glanced up. Doctor Pearson is on his way. I'll get a meal sent up. She nodded at a side door. The toilet is through there if you can walk that far.

Jade grimaced and swung her legs off the bed. If you get some of these wires and tubes off me, I'll be able to, she grumbled.

Charge Nurse Underwood smiled. They're on a moveable trolley. Take it all with you. If there are any problems what-so-ever, press the red button.

*

The doctor confirmed that Kali appeared to be in perfect physical and mental health. The fear that she would awaken brain damaged had not eventuated and even minor abrasions and scaring on her body had disappeared. He did want to do a series of scans and tests the following day so suggested that she stay in hospital another twenty-four hours. He never said anything but Kali was certain that there were security concerns about her ability to make a full recovery.

So what happened to the guy who stabbed me? she asked her mother.

Jade frowned. That's part of the problem. He just disappeared in the confusion and was never seen again. There were no fingerprints on the knife or other evidence... nothing! She shrugged. I guess that was to be expected.

So tell us about myself, Kali said. It was now evening and only her mother and Westley were in the room. I know you said you never knew my father but how did I get into the world? She watched her mother's face that was creased in a frown or was it shame. It's okay, Jade. I'm here, I couldn't ask for a better mother. You've done everything for me and I love you for being what you are. Nothing you say can change that so please tell me everything.

Jade sat on the bed and took her hand. I've never told a soul before. I just ask that you listen to my full story before you make any judgement. Is that fair?

Kali caught Westley's eyes and saw his concerned nod. Yes Mum, she whispered. But tell us everything no matter how distasteful it may be.

Jade nodded. When I was eighteen, everything was less sophisticated than today. Ordinary families had no mobile phones or computers, there was no internet or satellite television beamed into our homes, social laws were conservative with no recognition of gay rights, abortions could only be obtained by going to Australia, prostitution was still illegal and so forth. It was a different world. I was in my first year at university and in the local netball team. Three teams of us had had been up to Rotorua for a tournament and we were pretty happy for our A Team had reached the semi-finals, far better than we had expected. She grimaced. "I was in the C Team and we hadn't done so well. Anyway, it was dark and our bus was travelling through the Desert Road. There was a full moon, I remember and the mountains looked beautiful and almost unreal.

Suddenly the bus's engine just stopped..."

*

What is it Larry, one of the girls asked the bus driver as he swore and guided the bus to the roadside.

Don't know, he muttered. Fuel blockage perhaps.

The passengers screaming interrupted him. Jade who was by the window, glanced out and saw a huge flat circular object hovering over the tussock about a hundred metres away. There was no noise when it settled down on the ground. A floodlight flicked from the top of the object and lit up the whole area. At the same time, she felt a strange numbing sensation and found she could not move her limbs. Everyone else was the same for panic set in. Yells, screams and cries filled the air as everyone attempted to move. Jade struggled but it was as if her legs were bound with tape and her arms bound to her body.

The bus door opened and a man stood there. He was dressed in a white bodysuit and black boots. Except for having no hair, not even eyebrows he could be a normal man about a metre eighty in height and of slim build.

He held his hand up and Jan found her lips numb and she could not open them. Also her own scream was cut, as were everyone else's. Only the twisting heads and terrified eyes showed that the other girls were as petrified as she was.

You are to listen and obey, the man said in English without any sign of an accent. If you do so, you will survive and be allowed to continue your way home. In the meanwhile you will be our guest for a few weeks. You will find that you can move your right arm. If you promise not to scream, I will allow you to use your voice boxes again. If you agree to this, please hold your right hand up.

Jade's heart was racing and she found herself shaking in fear but moved her hand up. She found her lips felt enlarged but normal and she could speak.

Don't do anything stupid, she whispered to her friend Petra beside her.

Three of you did not hold your hand up so still cannot speak, the man said. He walked up to one of the girls who looked defiant. This was Annabell, one of the more extroverted girls there that Jade didn't really like. She was a good netball player but bossy and somewhat self-opinionated.

You, he said to Annabell. You never raised your hand but I will allow you to speak so you can answer my question which is, why did you disobey me?

Because you are a creepy bastard, Annabell screamed, her face contorted in anger.

Stand up!

Oh go to hell! Annabell retorted.

The man took what looked like a small rod from his belt and touched Annabell on the arm. She immediately began screaming in utter terror. Her whole body shook, she foamed at the mouth and her hair sort of rose and glowed blue. She continued screaming but managed to howl out the words. Stop it! Stop It! I'll do what you say.

The man lifted the rod and Annabell stood there heaving and covered in perspiration as her hair dropped back to normal,

Good. Let's see if your words are true. You will find all your limbs work perfectly. Stand up and walk to the front of this bus.

Annabell scowled but almost staggered to the front.

Disrobe, the first man said to Annabell.

What!

Do it!

Suddenly in tears, the terrified girl took off her jersey, top and jeans. Now in her bra and panties she stood there so scared her whole body shook. 

I had forgotten how modest, human females are. That will do.

Annabell stood there crying and shaking as he ran his hands up her arms, across her neck and ran his fingers through with her hair. Interesting addition, he said. Our species lost the ability to grow hair generations ago.

He stood back and nodded out the door. A second person appeared; a woman who, like the man wore a bodysuit and boots. Also like him she was completely bald without even the eyebrows. She handed Annabell a white gown.

Put this on, she hissed in a cold tone.

Annabell nodded, slipped the garment on. It hung down like a nightgown with elbow length sleeves and the skirt part reached her knees. An eight-digit number ending in 73 was embossed across the front and back. Immediately the gown tightened until it became skin tight like a bodysuit a gymnast or diver might wear. The woman nodded and handed her a pair of boots and watched as Annabell placed them on.

Good, said the man. You are now known as 73 and will respond to that number. He turned to face the bus passengers. You may keep all your own names for communication between yourselves but will remember your newly assigned number and answer to it when we give you our orders.

Jan felt a cold chill slide up her back as she listened to the instructions. After Annabell's experienced she knew it was futile to do anything except obey. As directed, she stood and followed the other girls outside where they stood in a line along the roadside still lit up by the craft's floodlight.

I am the captain of this landing craft, the man said and nodded at the craft behind them. "As you probably guess we are