Between two Worlds

Chapter 25

While I slept peacefully, events that had already been put into motion were reaching a breaking point. Free will brought about continued mutinies, on both ships, including some of the officers. That was why communications were severed, leaving both ambassadors completely unaware.

Other than God, not even the other crews were aware of their shared desires to stop fighting. They just wanted to land and be left alone by their governments.

None had ever even seen their homes and had no idea what they looked like. Sure, they were told, but didn't mean they believed their governments.

Both the Alruinians, which was their true name, not Atlantians, and the Virdians were born in space, and would die in space, or some alien world. The war had been going on for generations, without end.

Humanity was needed, in particular, America. Without us, the war would still be happening, and we'd be caught up in it.

Did I dream last night? I mean beyond the normal dreams. I don't think so since something from God or the adversary would be there. But there's not, nor any sense of urgency.

Was God giving me a day of rest? If so, rest from what? I haven't exactly been working. At least not the kind of work I'm used to.

While praying, I opened up my email, expecting nothing but spam. God's protection is always a good thing to pray for. But never hurts to pray for a little more.

An email from Secretary Woodall was there, in the midst of the spam. Had I not been praying; I probably would've deleted it by accident.

I clicked on it, to find access to a feed to watch the alien ambassadors who both appear to be waiting for my boss.

Growls and hisses are heard. "Who are you," is the only thing that comes through the translator, which I assumed meant both asked.

At first, I didn't know who they were talking about. It wasn't me, was it?

God told me it was, or more like prompted me. There was no one else. Just the three of us. How did I get that link, and no one else on Earth?

"I'm Ryan Collins, one of Secretary Woodall's advisors, Ambassadors."

I hope I sounded professional enough. But haven't addressed anyone using my official title. It's impossible to know if I got it right. All I can do is hope I have.

Did I look at either of them the wrong way? I don't think I did. Judging by their lack of reaction, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Granted, I haven't seen Secretary Woodall meet with them all that much, so can't be certain of anything. There's no sense from God I have, which is good enough for me.

Before they have a chance to say anything, God prompts me to ask them something important. "Jorinthia started as a joint venture between your people and theirs, didn't it, Ambassadors?"

They both nod, without either saying a word. What was it about asking that question that left them both speechless? No matter. It's an opportunity.

"Why not do that here, Ambassadors? America's a large country with plenty of different types of terrain. I'm sure we can find someplace suitable for both your people."

"We are in command of your ships," two voices barked and hissed together.

The mutiny that I dreamed of being stopped, apparently hadn't. Were they telling the world, or just them? I didn't know, but suspected it was just them.

The line ended before I had a chance to say anything. Or see how they responded.

I knew what I had to do while praying for everyone involved. I had to call Secretary Woodall. He had to know what was happening. There was no other choice.

I reached the secure phone as quickly as I could. Having never called him, I didn't know where I could find his number. There was something mentioned. But couldn't recall the details.

The phone rang, which brought relief. God was moving him to call, right when I needed it.

When I answered, I told him everything before he had a chance to speak. I didn't have time for formalities. Nor could I risk his ending the call, quickly.

Only stunned silence followed, since I could hear him breathing. I said all I could. The rest was up to him.

I except him to yell, or something. It wasn't like I had a choice, but doubted he saw it that way. Had it not been for how the feed ended, he probably would have been.

"Thank you, Mr. Ryan."

That was all he said. No yelling about seeing the feed and being seen by the aliens. There wasn't even a hint of anger. God did work in mysterious ways.

I spent the rest of the day in prayer hoping to get some hint as to what God planned for the aliens and Earth. Whatever it was remained a mystery.