The Recruitment:


This is part of a story line behind the comic book I'm putting together called I.G.L.E.A.^RE. I'm still looking for a partner in this venture, but if I have to I'll do it myself. I just acquired some illustration software. I'm a rookie with it but I'll figure it out, I always do! But anyway, here is a little teaser. It's not in script form just yet. It's taken from one of my manuscripts. I'm hoping that some of you illustrators might find it interesting enough to at least want to talk about working together. 

This scene is entitled "The Recruitment". I hope you like it.


The Cadillac Phantom, street to air luxury limousine entered into an underground garage. “Where am I? How is this happening? What’s happening?”Moving straight to the conference room, via androidian escort, Palmer noticed that the walls were what looked to be Italian white marble with classic twentieth century Lyric Original Optipictual art hanging from three of the walls. This tied all of the decor together perfectly. The huge picture window draped in royal blue silk curtains and the soft pastel blue, pink, green and brown carpet made you feel as though you were floating on a cloud as you walked on it.  The set up in the room is buffet style with android servants making everything ever so perfect for the former president.


As Palmer sits at the table, mind foggy but clearing, reflects on what is happening to him. “I just don’t understand this…Have I been abducted? Yeah, I’ve been abducted…I don’t remember coming of my own free will, but I don’t remember putting up a fight either.  I don’t know how they got past my secret service detail? And who are they? I don’t even know how I got here, its hazy. A car! I remember riding in a car.  Am I dreaming this? Palmer pinches himself and winced at the slight pain knowing that if he were asleep it would be enough to wake him up. I’m in the fucking twilight zone! Chaitanobi wouldn’t have done this, he would have called or …” Just then a tall, slender, very elegant and striking woman enters the room.  Palmer is staring at her recording every physical detail of her in his hazy brain. He thought that she must be ugly because of his altered state. But he fog was lifting. This woman, with her chiseled cheek bones, perfectly high on her face and full lips seemed like a dream. Her complexion was flawless, her nails perfectly manicured with a tastefully light color of lavender polish on them. Her hair was cut short, faded on the sides and tapered at the nape. The top of her hair fell back in waves. Her hairline perfectly framed her face. “Wow, Palmer thought to himself. I must have died and gone to Heaven. What does she have on? Is she in silk pajamas or a silk suit? That’s different.” Palmer stands and the woman extended her hand and Palmer took it, just to touch her.


“Good morning Mr. President, I’m Wilemeana Bast. I want to thank you for meeting me on such short notice and in this unconventional way. I apologize but it has to be this way for my own security.”


“Well Ms. Bast, it didn’t seem that I had much choice in the matter now did I? What is this about? You just don’t do things in this manner. You should make an appointment with me like everyone else. I really don’t know who in hell you think you are?”


“Mr. President, are you quite finished? She said in a low even tone.  If you aren’t, I can wait until you are finished complaining like a peevish little woman or we can get to the reason you are here. Let me know.”  She paused…


Palmer just looked at her, somewhat amused. “You really have a lot of nerve!”


“So I’ve been told. Ms. Bast begins to smile. I have arranged breakfast for us. Have whatever you like.” Ms. Bast gestured toward the buffet.


“I’m not hungry!” retorted Palmer.  Ms. Bast eyes narrowed as she pressed her lips.


“Okay, well then, have a seat, Ms. Bast gestured to the chair across from her. Mr. President you seem to have been having a very controversial couple of years since the establishment of Rare Earth and its membership into the Alliance. There are many people in this country that blame you for the Alien invasion, because it happened on your watch. But we both know that’s bullshit!”


“The ET’s have been here long before I became president. I know that would be hard to prove, but I believe it to be true! During the invasion I was trying to win a war that one, initially didn’t have anything to do with the people of earth and two, a war we couldn’t have won anyway on our own or with the help of the Alliance. Well, we didn’t lose actually… but in the end we didn’t win. There were way too many casualties and we didn’t destroy the Spliftans or have them surrender to the Earth’s legal authority. But the Alliance has Kiragu Sarang aka Von Strader.  She’s their leader. You know what they say, if you cut off the head of the snake the body will die. The good thing is that we don’t have to deal with the Spliftans anymore.  For the record, I personally welcome all ET’s to this planet that come in peace and want to make Rare Earth a safe planet for all its inhabitants. I want this new planet to thrive. I’m glad that my final presidential act was to make Rare Earth part of the Federated Planetary Alliance.”


“I know this… and what a terrific sales job you did Sir! The other governments of the world followed your lead and Rare Earth is better for it. This is why I brought you here. Palmer looks at her with curiosity. He didn’t notice that the droid had placed a plate of bacon, eggs, a slice of toast and black coffee before him as he began to subconsciously eat, as he listened to Wilemeana Bast’s briefing. Mr. President, have you ever heard of the “B.A.A.”? This is the acronym for the Bureau of Alien Activities a secret society. Then there’s the Extraterrestrial Intelligence Bureau” Also, known as “E.I.B.”


“No I haven’t, who are they? Are they government sanctioned organizations?”


“No the Alliance wouldn’t sanction such organizations. My intelligence tells me that these organizations were both formed by G. Medgar Dyson, the former NSA Director. One group is to make things hard for ET’s and the other is to make things worse, maybe even murder them. I have no proof yet, but my Intel is getting close.


“You must have people on the inside?


“Yes I do.”


“But yeah, I know Dyson. He ate fifty yards of Von Strader’s bullshit and asked for fifty more.  The sonava bitch! He kisses the ass of whomever he thinks he can gain a little political favor from.”  Ms. Bast tilted her head as her eyes narrowed.


“I take it that you don’t much care for Mr. Dyson?”


“He made my job hell when he began working for the chairman. He let me know exactly what he thought of me when I was no longer his boss. The U.S. didn’t totally cave in to Von Strader’s take over, but at that time we were losing ground in both the House and the Senate for votes to stand clear of his New World Corporation’s “Global Society”. In the proposal the thing seemed perfect for the planet as a whole, from a Biblical, prophetic stand point. This was acceptable to the masses for the most part.

 Its Interesting getting a whole country agree on something, let alone a whole planet or at least to consider the possibilities. I imagine that the U.S. would have given in if we weren’t distracted by the Spliftan invasion, which I consider somewhat a blessing in disguise.”


“Hmmm…  Ms. Bast responded. That’s funny to me. The people wanted to follow Von Strader because they thought he was some kind of Messiah. This wasn’t you’re your fault. In fact I remember you resisting joining Von Strader’s camp. I believe he even tried to assassinate you and your wife was killed instead, though it couldn’t be proved. I know that he had everything to do with it. The truth is, If it weren’t for you and Chaitanobi, there wouldn’t be a Rare Earth and everyone would be dead. The planet earth would be a tragic memory.


“You know Uhri Chaitanobi?”


 “Yes I do. He’s why I’m here. He is my boss. She paused to let that revelation soak in. Well, Mr. President, this would be a good time to segway into my proposition.”


“Chaitanobi must have tremendous faith in you. He paused, I’m listening.”


Ms. Bast took a seat across from the former president. The droid set a cup of coffee next to her. “Thank you Silas. Mr. President, The Supreme has tremendous faith in you as well, which brings me to my point. I’m putting together an independent branch of the Intergalactic Law Enforcement Agency here on Rare Earth. Their purpose will be to deal with intergalactic terrorism and intelligence so that nothing like the Spliftan War will ever happen again. Rare Earth needs this type of agency to protect its people.  As the civil rights laws become more defined and equal between non- humans and humans the agency will help enforce them. The agency will be an equalizer between humans, non-humans and muta- humans. I want you to be IGLEA’s director. I know that you used to be the Director of the C.I.A. before you were Vice President, then President of the United States. Besides, you would have a boring life not working. You want to go back to work.”


“And how do you know all this Ms. Bast?” Palmer smiled.


“I’m as intuitive as they come!” She smiled.


“As long as IGLEA, is truly a fair authority. IGLEA will not become the Gestapo.  If we live up to IGLEA’s true intent as it is on the rest of the planets of the Alliance, I don’t have a problem with it. The Alliance will give IGLEA the authority, Palmer thought out loud.  Another thought quickly entered his mind…Tell me Ms. Bast, other than being a gazillionaire, why are you of all people involved with IGLEA?


“Well first of all Chaitanobi sent me here to recruit you. He believes that you are the perfect man for this position. If you refused the position he wouldn’t have made the offer to anyone else. It was you or no one. I’m involved because Chaitanobi asked me to be.


“Chaitanobi would be our boss then?”


“No, Chaitanobi is my boss, I’m your boss and you are the boss of everyone else involved. I am Chaitanobi’s emissary here on Rare Earth. Talking to me is talking to him.”


“I see… I have a question that’s been on my mind for some time. Are you an ET?”


“What do you think I am? Do you think I’m extraterrestrial?”


“You look human to me. For all intents and purposes you are a citizen of the Alliance, it doesn’t matter who or what you are.”


 “Very well said, that’s why I want you to meet with the United Congress of Rare Earth and sell the idea of having the Intergalactic Law Enforcement Agency to them.”


“You really have confidence in my ability to persuade.”


“Mr. President, you could sell a blind man a flashlight and make him pay extra for the batteries! Ms. Bast retorted. Palmer Laughed. This will go down with or without their consent. We were just extending them the courtesy of asking. So do you accept this position Mr. President?” Palmer looked at Ms. Bast long and hard.


“If I do that means you’ll have to stop calling me Mr. President.”


“I will call you Director Palmer, or Mr. Director, depending on my whim.”


“I have the authority to swear you in, if you accept?”


“I do accept Ms. Bast.” Ms. Bast gestures for Palmer to stand. She swears him in and gives him a special IGLEA Director’s badge in a wallet. The badge is holographic with gold metallic highlights. Next to the badge, there is a photo I.D.


I wake up suddenly unaware, then aware that I’m in bed. Quickly I get out of bed and walk over to the mirror at my dresser table. As I stare into my face, I try to remember the trip back home. But I can’t!...

To Be Continued...

© 2012 Taj Sonchai-I*G*L*E*A*^R.E.

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