“Fresh water as expected, buoyancy compensation as calculated. We’re stable. No sign of organic contamination. The environmental people are taking samples now. Preliminary analysis should be through soon. Sonar room reports… ” Sophia’s voice hesitated. “Sir, they can’t find the bottom. The echo sounder shows no returns. Whatever this lake is, it’s deep.”
Reynolds nodded. “One day, we’ll probably send a bathysphere down to find out what is down there. Until then, we’ll try not to sink here. Finding us again would give even Bob Ballard conniptions. Comms room. Send to USS Enterprise, ‘portal exit secure’.
Shores of the Lake of Placid Contemplation, The Eternal City, Heaven.
The gray ship had moved well clear of the portal and had come to a near halt. Only her guns and the strange, mesh-like things that rotated on her masts were moving. The threat they purveyed was frighteningly tangible. What came next was downright terrifying.
A massive structure, the front edge curved, the top flat started to come through the portal. It was huge, far bigger than any structure Ohalam had seen before. Already it dwarfed the first ship that had come through and yet it kept on coming. As more and more of it emerged, he could see human aircraft parked on its deck. There were dozens of them, all painted with the red and gray camouflage that he already knew was the color humans associated with their conquest of Hell. The message they intended to send was, to Ohalam, obvious. They intended to treat Heaven the same way as they had treated Hell. More and more of the ship came through. The superstructure, looking almost ludicrously tiny against the sheer size of the massive hull, appeared next. Its gray shape was marred by the number 65 painted in darker gray. Finally the rear end of the great ship appeared. As soon as it was through, there was an ear-splitting scream from the front of the ship and four of the aircraft on its deck were launched. They dropped slightly as they left the deck, then climbed away to start circling over the Lake. Less than a minute later, they were joined by four more.
The great ship curved away, the water foaming at its stern as it accelerated away from the portal. As it passed the first ship through, there was a load blast from a siren. Ohalam realized that the great ship was saluting the small one and the aircraft that had opened the portal. Then she was gone, moving quickly away to a distant part of the lake, still launching aircraft as she went.
Ohalam’s jaw was open with sheer shock as one great ship after another followed the first through the portal. They were different, most of them. Two were almost repeats of the first great ship through, others were larger versions of the small ship that had led this massive fleet. His mind was already overwhelmed by the sight that was unfolding in front of him and he was barely aware of the growing crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle.
The last ships through were smaller versions of the great aircraft-carrying ships that had led the parade. They had a different air about them though, they had aircraft on their decks but different ones. That isn’t surprising thought Ohalam, there isn’t much room left in the sky for more aircraft. That was when he noticed a tiny detail, one almost missed in the sheer awesome grandeur of the demonstration. The aircraft that had opened the whole show had taken off and left. Probably on its way back to Earth.
Still, the demonstration continued to unfold. The parade of ships through the portal had finally ended. Some were already on their ways to the far corners of the Lake. Others were almost in front of Ohalam’s vantage point and were doing strange things. Their sterns seemed to be dropping and gates opening as if they were sucking water into their hulls. Meanwhile, they too started launching the aircraft on their decks. It was odd, these ones rose straight up with the fans over their bodies rotating so fast they blurred. The helicopters formed up in mid-air and started to disperse, heading in neat groups for key points around the Lake. Ohalam could see where they were going, the Temple of the League of Holy Court, the Temple of Righteousness and, of course, The Ultimate Temple. Every key administrative point in the city. Idly, a curious thought worked its way into Ohalam’s mind. Was grouping all the administrative buildings in The Eternal City so closely together a good idea?
Yet more unexpected things happened before him. Some were great, some were small. The greatest of them was the sudden emergence of human vehicles from the rear ends of the ships that had halted before the city. For a strange moment, Ohalam thought that the ships were giving birth, but then common sense kicked in. These were not great creatures, they were just human machines. He watched the vehicles leave the ships and start circling behind their parent ships, doubtless waiting for the rest of the formation to join them. The small thing was that a group of humans carrying guns and dressed in red-and-gray uniforms were waiting on the shoreline. One had a box with a long wire sticking out the top and he was speaking to somebody. What he was saying, Ohalam could not hear.
The Ultimate Temple, The Eternal City, Heaven.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Gabriel-Lan-Michael looked down at the fleet assembling in the Lake below the Temple.
“Humans always did know how to make an entrance. They also know how to do the unexpected. I was expecting them to come in through the gates and filter through the city, consolidating their hold as they went. I wasn’t expecting the fleet to arrive in the middle of the city as well. It’s a pity Gabby, I was hoping for a little more time to consolidate our position.” Michael looked down at the fleet as well, noting how troops from the helicopters were already fanning out to seize every major building of importance in the administrative quarter. Obviously, Lemuel-Lan had been speaking freely about how the city was laid out.”
“Is this very bad for us?” Gabriel wasn’t as confident as Michael, that had always been his downfall.
“No, not really. I’ve always know the humans would set the agenda and timetable at this point. We have to just go with the flow. Think on our feet, Gabby, we’ve always had to think on our feet. Now is no different. If we don’t adapt, we end up like Yahweh.”
“He did make a splash didn’t he?” Gabriel-Lan-Michael was amused at the memory. “I wonder if he made a dent when he hit the lakebed.”
“If there is a lakebed. We’re never found one. Perhaps he will just sink forever.” Michael looked at the helicopters. Sure enough, a group of more than two dozen were heading right for the Ultimate Temple. “Here we go Gabby. Keep smiling and whatever you do, don’t do anything threatening.”
The helicopters touched down, disgorging troops that quickly spread out through the buildings that formed The Ultiamte Temple complex. Michael watched them separate out the strange creatures that had amused Yahweh so much and put them to one side. Doubtless for study, he thought. Humans really like to study unusual things.
More humans were fanning out across the steps that led up to the inner sanctum of the Ultimate Temple. Michael waved to his people and they settled down on the steps that had once led up to Yahweh’s throne. “I would strongly advise everybody to keep their hands in sight and make no sudden movements.” They were Michael’s last words before the Marines broke into the Inner Sanctum.
“You, who are you.” The leader of the Marines snapped out the question.
“I am Michael-Lan-Michael. Pro-tem leader and head of the council of angels running Heaven following the death of Yahweh.”
“We’ll see about that. Consider yourselves under arrest. All of you will remain here until General Petraeus decides what to do with you.
Shores of the Lake of Placid Contemplation, The Eternal City, Heaven.
The AAV-7 amphibious armored personnel carriers had finally finished launching from their mother ships. The circles straightened out into long lines and they swam to the white sand of the beach. The noise of the diesels as they pulled the AAV-7s out of the water and on to the sand drowned out pretty much everything and it was a blessed relief when the majority of the vehicles waddled away to establish occupation and a growing web of check points across The Eternal City. One small group of vehicles pulled up on the beach and unloaded there. The headquarters of the Marine Regiment that had just landed.