Operation: Invasion!!!

[Davy Jones]

Hello everybody! In my signature there is a link to my story of the Khaak-Invasion written from the Khaak´s view. This link leads to the German creative zone. Someone (forgot who, what a pity) now asked me for a translation.

Well, I´m not an educated translater but I´ll do my very best. Please don´t throw stones at me when there is a grammatical mistake or something like that! O.K., let´s start!


PROLOGUE

Number 22095 was sitting in his bomber hidden behind an asteroid far away from these strange gates which were used by the invaders. The sector he was in was very crowded and was, as far as he knew, called Presidents End. Netherless he knew he would never be able to speak this word aloud. Why should he even? In most cases the people did communicate by mental power. Only if something new had to be explained or the distance was to big one used the people´s whispering high-frequency-language that others mostly misunderstood as a static sound in their communication systems. This had enabled the people to use longe range communication without any problems even when being in enemy sectors. And exactly that happened at this moment: "22095, where are you? Do you have new data? Here is 42967 on bord of destroyer 883, please respond!" Obediently 22095 pressed the com-button because the structure of the people made it impossible to refuse an order: "Here is 22095, no changes, the enemy doesn´t seem to have any suspicion of our presence. They are surely not able to do a jump without their gates, they won´t even realize what will hit them!" "Steady, 22095, our information are not very good and we lack of information about their weapon systems. Keep on spying, perhaps you´ll find something interesting we don´t know yet. 42967, over and out!" 22095 cogitated: this lack of information meant that the people didn´t knew all the things they should know. Nevertheless, the mothers had ordered the attack. He himself found it to early. Immediately he sharply pressed air through his mandibles. Who was he to doubt a Kha´ak-mother´s order? Her wisdom was without any limits and he himself only a little pilot! 22095 felt somewhat uneasy: the people hadn´t gone to war for eternities, mostly because there was no reason to fight. Invaders had always been defeated so fast that they couldn´t tell anyone the location of the empire of the five Kha´ak-tribes. Until...yes, until the day these strange invaders with that strange gleamingless skin and this three non-facette-eyes had appeared and then had started to plunder the people´s holy sanctums before a well-equipped fleet could be sent and interfere. Oh, and yes, before that there had been this creature belonging to that race that claimed this sector to be its own. 22095 started to remind himself how all this had started roundabout one Kha´sug (1,4 years) ago.


Hope, you liked it. If there are big errors please tell me so I can correct them.

Greetings

Davy Jones

[Paranoid66]

That is a really interesting take on X's still very unknown enemy.

I like your ideas in relation to numbers rather than names, the mothers and so on. Is any of this based on anything official from ES or pure creative speculation?

Anyway well done especially since it is a translation.

[Davy Jones]

I created this on my own, there´s nothing official behind it. I was a moderator in a pen and paper role playing game club in Germany for over a dozen years and that made me attracted to the bad guys.

BUT: Are the Kha´ak really the bad guys? Remember what Kyle Brennan says in X3 after the asteroid mission: "It´s no wonder we never found the homeworld of the Kha´ak, we´re stealing what is left of it!" All this will be explained later on. The German version has up to date, December 11th, 13 chapters. It will take some time to translate all this but I hope to do one or two chapters before Christmas and translate most of the rest in my Christmas vacation (two-and-a-half weeks without work, yipiiie!).

Greetings

Davy Jones

[Davy Jones]

Oh my God, translating takes time but today I can finally present chapter 1, have a good time.


Chapter 1: Sector of the Tribe of the Explorers, about 1 Kha´sug before

A single scout.
Loudless it was gliding through space always watchful to avoid any space rubbish that was swarming around. His compact form made it appropriate to it. It had because of its crystalline form some rough edges but basically it remained in the form of a bowling pin. 32874, pilot of this cluster how this formation was called, was bored to death. This was because the other pilots in the little scout-ships had gone themselves into stasis while he himself was forced to stay awake. For almost 2 Kha´dusch (each 83 days) now he was flying around the outer rim of the sector, always searching for something that didn´t belong here. Sometimes 32874 even hoped that something would happen. Didn´t have to be something big but something to bring an alternation to his grey everyday-life. 32874 watched the map: 7 times after being commanded to outer rim patrol he had surrounded the whole sector in which centre he knew there was Kha´linia, main station of the whole tribe, where you could find everything you may desire as a member of the people: wooden pulp with spices, dream crystals and jewellery of Kha´ridium, the holy metal that was mined only by a few chosen ones. But 32874 was out here, far away from every kind of entertainment. Moonily, he again checked the scanner and suddenly his body ran on adrenaline: there was SOMETHING! And this something didn´t belong here. 32874 recognized this by watching the object slowing down which meant that it was under someone´s control. He longed for his controls and switched on the engines which had been silent for a long time because an acceleration wasn´t necessary. In addition to this it was time to wake up those lazybones in the scouts. 32874 shot some energy through them and got them out of their stasis. Only a few moments later, the nagging started: “What is going on this time?” “I´m hungry!” “My head hurts!” Ingrates! 32874 was in a snit. After all he was wearing a number while the others were Kha´lisch, adolescents who still had to earn their individual numbers. And he had the task to command this greenmandibles, great! “Shut up, everyone!” he barked at them, “I´ve spotted an unknown flying object, we´ll take a look at it!”

2 Kha´fak (each 40 minutes) 32874 was sure: on the one hand the unknown object hadn´t recognized him, on the other hand his heading appeared to be incidentally but nevertheless it got closer to the sector centre with high speed. It couldn´t be allowed to do that. No one not belonging to the people wasn´t allowed to see the inner sector. 32874 activated the subspace-communicator which enabled him to transmit and receive messages with superluminal velocity. “Cluster-pilot 32874 calls command centre Kha´linia, please respond!” A few moments later a very harsh voice answered: “This is 392 speaking: what is so important that you use the subspacer and steal my time?” 32874 fluffed up his wings to fan air to himself. He had a three-figured on line! The three-figured were the people´s absolute elite! Above them there were only the advisers of the mother (the two-figured) and the mother herself who carried the number of her tribe which meant that their mother was called 3. But first, 32874 had to respond: “Yes, 392, Sir, I spotted an unknown flying object which a general heading towards the sector centre. Until now the only thing I can say is that it is a spacecraft.” There was a short silence on the other end of the line, then the answer came: “Right, that justifies the usage of the subspacer. Have you checked for emissions? Is it transmitting any signals?” “I will check this, Sir!” 32874 answered. He adjusted his scanner and scrutinized the foreign ship. Something was strange: the ship transmitted a position signal which wouldn´t be abnormal for a scout but the signal´s signature differed basically from that of the scanners the ship was using as if the signal was no original part of the ship. 32874 told 392 the results who waited a little bit with his answer but then he gave an order 32874 had not expected: “Grasp! Bring me the passengers, alive!” Alive? Why, 32874 asked himself. Well, no matter, he got that order so he would execute it in exactly this way. “To all my pilots, dissolve the cluster. We have order to stop the foreign ship and to capture the passengers alive! Fire on the engines with your kyones to overload them and so to provoke an emergency cutout! Then enter this bucket!” “Alive?” one of his pilots asked. “DO I HAVE TO REPEAT MY ODERS, KHA´LISCH?” 32874 barked at him. “No, Sir!” A rumble went through the ship and indicated that the scouts had detached from the bomber. To his crystalline windows 32874 could see the little ships speeding after the foreign vessel and closing up fast while he himself was getting the missiles ready to fire. If the scouts should fail in disabling the engine he would shake this stranger to demonstrate him that he couldn´t win!

When 32874 reached the ship he saw that the scouts had done the job and were now fixed to the hull of that ship with was now drifting without any navigation. “Scout 1, what´s the status? Answer, Kha´lisch!” “Sir, the outer hull is somewhat tough while the shields were down as soon as we started firing. There´s only one creature in this ship which is talking without any break, apparently into some kind of com-system.” “Record it!” 32874 ordered and got affirmation immediately. Some time passed then while he waited for a status-change. Then it came: “Hull breached, captured the creature! It had no chance against our mental attack!” “I´ll come on board!” He docked to one the scouts and then climbed through it and into the ship. Now he could see the creature: he, or it, had no carapace, its eyes were also non-facet. On the other side it was definitely somewhat bigger than the members of the people. The only thing having some similarity with the people were these gleaming fibres hanging down from the creatures head. 32874 was shaking with disgust: “O.K., then, get it into one of the scouts, we´ll bring it to Kha´linia. Then I´ll destroy that ship!”

Short time later they were on their way to Kha´linia. With some satisfaction 32874 noticed the glary flash of light behind them when the rocket hit the ship frazzled it into a thousand pieces. The ship´s log, floating within these pieces undamaged, remained unnoticed.


Greetings

Davy Jones