Within an expanse of space unknown, across a vastness unrealized by humanity is a warring race of old. It’s history spans aeons prior to Earth. The Annunaki are known. But what we think we know is only a tiny sliver at best.
They patrol undetected scanning the cosmos for threats to not only their world but, moreso today, for other worlds as well. For there was a day when the Annunaki were focused in their racial efforts in the militaristic in all ways. They took it upon themselves to not only harden their minds and their bodies, but to develop warring technologies and systemologies that left little room for negotiations. If a threat was detected, said threat was determined for annihilation without hesitation or second guessing.
They patrolled the sectors of their home galaxy and scanned even further. They were the developers of listening technologies that went undetected. A combination of biological and technological integration that gave them the edge in not only surveillance but surprise attack. Their weapons payloads filled to its most deadly max. Stealth attacks were their forte with the motherland unleashed. Do it once and do it right.
For within their warships were crews of five. Two of which sat center ship, back to back, within their scanning array. This merging of the biological and the technological created an array that required specialized training. Listen they did, but upon biological frequencies that echoed throughout the multiverse. Training of the mind was an art the Annunaki practiced in multiple part.
Like a submarine in a reverberating ocean, the Annunaki knew what thought and feeling traveled through the ripples of space. Discipline and patience not only in sound of voice but in thought and emote were the masterings of this warring race. For a tiny peep was known by others as well. It could be said they knew all languages well. The art of swallowing ones words they perfected.
A word begins with an intonation of a letter, be it in sound or thought. “Kill,” for instance, starts with a hard click, then flows to the “i.” Stop it before the “i.” The click is transitioned into static, the waveform pattern of “Kill” departed. The undecipherable phonic stopped in transition, transformed into random pattern, and swallowed. Silence returned. The bands of time they know of. Their words unrecorded.
The ship captain depended upon a perfect execution of this skill, this art. No error was to be had. A mind can slip in the hours of surveillance. A preventatory art, a safeguard. No records of occurances sent across the bands of time. The error simply swallowed. “We swallow our words,” they say. “We give no words. We attack without delay.”
Upon a day of surveillance in their history it is noted, they came across an anonomly, a threat unlike anything before. It’s energy signature well exceeding their definitions of a world killer. They set their agenda to annihilate this threat upon this world detected.
Upon entering the atmosphere, there appeared a wall, their target, its signiture confirmed. Without hesitation, they unleashed their payload in a barage, target locked. They watched as the mayhem delivered expanded before their eyes. Their success seemed set until a wind blew away their fireball set, hitting their ship as well. Launched into a spinning thrust all they could see was the wall moving directly towards them. “Brace for crash landing!” the captain shouted. Sounds of metalics crunching against a planet surface.
Stunned but survived, the Annunaki crew armed themselves and promptly exited the ship. Standing before them was a middle aged human man some 50 yards away waving his arm. “Fire on target!” the captain ordered. Within an instant, the man disappeared and the wall reappeared before them some 20 feet away filling their vision. They all fell backwards from the rush of air propelled towards them.
Stunned and confused, they could not identify this wall before them, its width immense. Lying on their backs a crewman nudges the captain and points upward. They all witness the man waving at them again very slowly, his height at least 10,000 feet. “HELLO!” the skies bellow. The Annunaki cover their ears.
As the crew and their captain continue to lie there, the man slowly diminishes in size, walks over to the captain and extends a hand helping him to his feet. The captain issues a stand down gesture.
The man explains to the captain that he is what is known as a Titan of Old, among other names. Where he comes from is the place and people who created the bands of time, the very thing the Annunaki have tried to circumvent. He explains that the Annunaki have been watched since inception. He laughs a bit as he explains the energy signiture, the captain sneers a little. The man reassures the captain.
The man continues to explain that the reason they are here is that this is how races are introduced to the creationary families. A liason is needed. The man explains that he is to be that liason, the captain the sponsor. The man explains that the honor and discipline of the Annunaki is repected, however, as has been witnessed, a warring faction can be reduced to the size of a pebble.
The man goes on to explain that even the Annunaki has its origins within the creationary families. The time has come to begin reintroductions. The captain nods suspiciously. “I have one last thing to show you,” the man states.
The man runs about 100 yards away, waves and then transforms into a Craken about 10 stories tall. The Captain and crew start to take steps backward as the Craken lets out a gristly yell before charging towards them. As the Craken builds in stride, it begins transforming back into the man who stops before the Captain and crew laughing and panting at the same time.
“Swallowing words. Pretty ingenious,” the man comments, handing the captain a scroll. “You’re ship is fixed. I’ll be in touch soon.”
