Mojave Desert, Arizona
The first time John heard “Let It Be” by the Beatles he was driving down Route 66 on his way to Las Angeles. John was young and dumb but he thought it was swell to feel like he could take on the entire world; back when the world was changing and it was all about that peace and love. Much to his parents’ disdain, John had decided to head to California to make a better life for himself away from what he considered to be a much too conservative household. In the car was his girlfriend Sarah, who hummed along to the song as it played.
John wore blue jeans and a tie-dye shirt and a red bandana around shaggy brown hair. Brushing blonde hair out of her eyes Sarah smoothed his blue dress and sighed as she watched another cactus go by.
“How much longer until we finally get there hun?” Sarah asked tapping her fingernails on the dashboard.
John glanced at the dashboard and then shrugged his shoulders. “It’s only a couple more hours, but we could always pull over for the night.”
Sarah nodded and John began to scan the horizon for a cheap motel to stay at before they passed out from fatigue.
Rain began to fall John furrowed his brow and muttered under his breath about the less than spectacular weather. Sarah suddenly let out a shriek as something ran in front of the car and was hit head on. John stopped his vehicle and told Sarah to stay inside as he got out of the car to investigate what manner of creature he had run over.
John glanced at what was on the ground and let out a yell. “Sarah, come take a look at this!”
Sarah got out of the car and looked at what was on the ground with surprise on her face. On the ground was a being unlike anything the two had ever seen before. He looked human at first glance but his appearance would flicker in and out of existence. It was during those times that the image faded out and the couple saw what looked like a robot out of a science fiction movie.
“What the hell is this?” John looked reasonably frightened.
A voice from behind a bush answered him. “You would be wise to not touch that creature.”
John and Sarah looked into the dark and could make out the silhouette of a cloaked man.
“Who are you? What is going on?” John looked back at Sarah wondering if she was okay.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here, especially at this time of night.” The man admitted with a chuckle.
“Is this some kind of military experiment? Fucking hell, why is it always about war?”
“War is the standard balance of nature in the world.” The man looked at the robot and frowned. “You broke my Hunter by the way human.”
John slowly backed away as the figure emerged from the bushes. At first glance he seemed human enough, but John couldn’t help but notice those leathery wings on the creature’s back. “What the hell are you?”
The alien smiled a toothy grin. “I haven’t ever had the pleasure of speaking directly to one of the Elder Race before. Tell me human, do you even know what I am?”
John’s mouth was practically quivering in fear by this point. “I don’t know what you are. Please, just let me go.”
“My name is Garl Molani and I’m a Bardodian. Yes, aliens exist. We are only one of a dozen races that exist out there. It’s a pity that you filthy humans are so naive.”
John ran back to car wanting to get away from this scene as quick as possible. “Oh my god…I need to get away!”
Sarah and John dived into their car and started up the engine franticly.
Garl grinned as he pressed a button on his com-link. As the car drove away it dragged the Hunter along with it under the bumper. The Hunter began to beep for a few moments and then exploded.
The Bardodian grimaced. There wasn’t supposed to be any direct conflict with the humans on this scouting mission, but the humans weren’t supposed know that his people were coming to take back what had been taken away from them so long ago. Garl’s mouth curled into a smile as he thought about what was to come. Just you wait….they won’t know what’s coming.