Riga and so

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Riga And So

In a dusty South American mountain town events happened. No need to describe it for it was shown to the inhabitants. High Definition video images beamed to their mind's eye. Step by step. All were aware. Riga looked up. There it was. 

'I see a ship. It is like the one I once owned. In a different reality. The shape is similar as is the size. Why are they beaming video films to our heads? It's a good job I wear a tin foil hat!'

The small gal was running. Small rocks threatened to trip her. Her leg went from under as a rock tripped her. Down she went. 'Ow! My damn foot. Stupid rocks! Who put them there? Bastards...'

Her hand felt her head. The tin foil hat was gone. She swore and raised a middle finger. Swivel! A video image entered her head. It showed a small silver triangle glittering in the sun. The film zoomed in. From its metal belly small rocks fell. A lot of them. It was the aliens who put the rocks there. Your world is ours now.

'You cocksuckers! I almost broke my ankle on them. You...' The small gal was fuming. More film occupied her mind. 

She sent her mental images and emotions back to whomever put them there. If it was aliens she wished them Hell! Or at least the same. Twisted sore ankles! They sent video back of hazy black shapes laughing. She shook her head and raised two fingers to the sky.

'It hurts. Look at the redness. Almost broken. I can't...' Riga stood up and limped. She shook her head. 'Fucking aliens. If I had access to my own flying saucer I'd laser your arses out of existance!'

Miles of flat dried mud were between her and her destination. On the flat ground were millions of rocks. Put there by aliens! 'And look there! Another alien ship dropping more of them. My goodness! I will write those bastards up. Just wait. Riga is mad...' 

In her mind a plan formed. She knew a way to get rid of both the rocks and annoying aliens. They were here to deposit rocks all over Planet Earth so they could colonize it. Riga knew just what to do. 'I will conference call Juniper's Daughter. We will see how long your plans last...'   

There was nothing wrong than a small pissed off Riga who wanted to get even...

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Riga Finally Begins

 

 

Riga Finally Begins

"Get inside the fucking transport!" the call went out to her. Her was a small shapely female. Noticeable even in her lose combat uniform trousers and jacket with helmet and boots. The man said it again, louder.

 

The transport sat there on the hard sandy ground, engines spooling over. A whistling sound like an odd wind. She looked around and at the speaker. Her eyes were wide and elsewhere. Then she focused on the man before her. She took in his face and nodded. At this time things changed inside the gal. What happened inside the man? She turned and walked away. It was obvious they were no longer together. Yet were before.

 

She adjusted her rifle strap and entered the transporter as the armoured door opened. It closed with a slam. The engines changed pitch and the craft lifted off in a cloud of dust. The man shielded his eyes and watched the craft till it was out of site. Then he shouldered his rifle and returned to his vehicle, a small but bulky hover type thing. He started on the third attempt and zipped off over the flat desert. He kept the speed just below maximum. His face showed no expression. It was good she was gone. After all this time and problems. Onto the next thing.

 

Riga called the man arsehole and many insulting names in her mind. He was expendable like he thought she was. She had gotten what she wanted. The information would change the future of the galaxy. It was just a matter of applying it. What a stupid fool he was. He would soon learn. She sat back and listen to the drone of the engines. Soon she fell asleep…

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