The Annunaki War

In the Beginning

Three million miles from Earth, a great rip in the fabric of space suddenly sprung forth, ejecting from itself a large spacecraft. On the bridge of the ship, several Annunaki officers, newly refreshed from their on-board stasis pods, gazed out upon this young, fertile planet with a renewed sense of hope. For too many millenia, it seemed, they had been searching the galaxy in search of gold that they could use to ionize the atmosphere of Nibiru, long since a dead world, that they might return home. It had been a long journey from their previous planet, Kessler IV, to Terra, and they all looked forward to putting down roots again, if only for a short while. Their vessel, the E.D.E.N., was a fully autonomous, semi-sentient, synthetic intelligence craft, capable of searching, calculating, and traversing vast-distances of space without any organic interaction. It also housed a miniature super-collider, and was capable of creating short wormholes to a specific destination. If the wormhole became too long, though, it would be beyond any measure of control, and would end at a time and place unknown. The technology capable of creating long distance wormholes with a known beginning and known end was beyond the grasp of even the Annunaki.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The E.D.E.N. beamed. "Just as I calculated."

Annu pulled the planets' diagnostic holograph up on the ships' dashboard. "As Kessler IV was," he agreed. "Distance to target?" he asked E.D.E.N.

"Three million miles to lower Terran orbit," it responded. "We are currently traveling at .08 the speed of light. Full reverse thrust now being initiated." The entire ship began to shake violently as it shuddered against the pressure applied by the reverse thrust.

"I always hated this part!" Annu yelled to himself.

"Be at peace," E.DE.N. requested politely. "There is a 99.99 percent chance of a successful orbit."

"Yeah, it's that .01 that always worries me," Annu thought to himself. "Any sign of Enki?"

"Wide-range multi-spectrum analysis indicates a potentially artificial construct on the dark side of this planets' moon," E.DE.N. replied. "Enki has the same data I have, and will have made the same calculations. He is here, or soon will be. It is a mathematical certainty."

"Our scans of the planet's biosphere indicate a high quantity of life forms, but nothing sentient." Shiva spoke from the back of the bridge, where he was monitoring vital signs of both the planet and E.D.E.N.

"That is good." Captain Amun replied as he entered the bridge. "We will not have to subjugate a native population. This makes things easier than it could have been."

"We still have to worry about Enki, sir. Unfortunately." Annu reminded him.

"That is true," Amun replied. "But Enki is a known quantity. Natives would not be." He put his lower left hand on Annu's shoulder. "Be grateful for small cosmic favors, Annu."

"Indeed," he agreed.

"Successful orbit established." E.D.E.N. spoke with pride. "Ready to gather samples on your command, captain."

"Initiate 'garden' protocol," Amun ordered.

"I am detecting a species of hominid already present in the southern land mass," EDEN announced. "Mathematically, this species has the greatest chance of success. Shall I take measures to collect a few?"

"Yes, E.D.E.N, please do," Amun replied.

"My calculations put the odds of integrating your DNA with the local hominids at  1:12. Therefore, I shall collect twelve."

"Sounds good," Amun agreed. "Proceed when ready." He wheeled to face Annu. "Go!" he commanded.

Annu bowed and retreated to his personal dropship, to seek out this artificial lunar construct. Hopefully, he could stop Enki's work here before it ever began, but he had to be quick. As he neared his destination, he saw his target and prepared to land. His plan was to sneak on board and sabotage Enki's progress. As the task neared, though, he felt uneasy.

In the Serengetti plains, a group of hominids had their gaze drawn upwards by a strange, distressingly loud noise. While all the other creatures in the area ran away as quickly as possible, the hominids did not move an inch; they were compelled to stay there, hypnotized by the bright flashing lights on the underside of the E.D.E.N. One by one, they were lifted into the ship by a tractor beam, yet they never moved, just waiting for their turn to ascend.