Invasion C

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. A short story with a more official perspective on the Alien invasion. Mica. Xx Yorkshire England.

Dad is a Professor, something to do with Astronomical Physics, sometimes he meets up with Brian Cox, and sometimes that American, Neil Tysson, both have been to our house for dinner, and both are immensely entertaining. I studied Astrophysics at University, so I could at least keep up with their conversations, but it just never appealed as a career. Currently I work for the Home Office, in the Science department and often have to translate scientific papers for use in the Cabinet Office. I have attended several COBR meetings and let me tell you, they are dull. Mum passed away two years ago, late diagnosed uncurable Breast Cancer. She leaves a void in our lives that I doubt can ever be filled.

I was at my desk in the office when things all got a bit tense. A quiet went through the room and as I was trying to work out what or why my phone went, it was the Home Secretary.

"Madeline, Briefing room A, now please."

I confirmed, grabbed my notebook and biro, we were not allowed tablets, only paper and pens, and headed off along the corridors and tunnels that ended up at COBRA, The Cabinet office briefing room A. there was also a meeting room B. The room had an array of screens on the end wall, a double table down the centre and chairs around the edge. There were telephones, all muted, around the table and some wall mounted around the room's perimeter.

Meetings in the room were usually hosted by the PM or one of the senior cabinet, Home Secretary, Foreign Secretary etc, it depended on the nature of the meeting. Today it was the PM.

"Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you, please be quiet and listen. I have something to say."

A silence fell over the room, perhaps some knew what was going to be said, I certainly didn't.

"At 04:25 this morning an alien spacecraft was detected approaching." The PM paused, we all looked around the room, I have no idea why, but I did it too.

"The spacecraft is circular and in the order of ten kilometres in diameter, and, we think, around 100 metres in width at the edge. We cannot determine what propulsion system it is using, we cannot detect any radiations from it, and so we do not know if it is attempting to communicate with us. We do not know its intent, if it is hostile or friendly. That is all we know. We have not released this information to the public, although we have no doubt that amateur astronomers will be posting it across the internet any time soon."

He paused and took a drink from his glass of water before continuing.

"We are going to need to prepare for what ever happens. All emergency bunkers are to be recommissioned and bought into full readiness. Everyone in this room is now sequestered and will stay in PINDAR until further notice, accommodation will be arranged, families, where possible will be in the same accommodation, singles may be required to bunk. You are here in this room because your country needs you and is calling on you at this uncertain time."

He took another pause and drink of his water.

"You should know that we are working closely with the American, Russian, Chinese, Australian, and French governments. Each of them is undertaking a similar exercise. We are sharing, without hindrance, all technical data. The Secretaries of defence are cooperating with contingencies should events prove to be sub-optimal. That is all I have to say, I cannot take questions because you now all know what we know."

He stopped, took a drink from his water and stepped away from the desk. A hubbub grew around the room as everyone started talking to those next to them, and I did the same and I had just as little to talk about as everyone else, eventually the chatter died down and a silence once more spread throughout the room.

"Madeline?"

"Crikey, dad, yes, I supposed that you would be here."

"Yes, and you are assigned to me as an aide."

"Great, whoopie doo." Being a gofer for my dad wasn't my idea of being involved.

"That is why you are here sweetheart. You have signed the Official Secrets Act and can see all the data anyone else can see, you understand Astrophysics and bring insight, you here on merit, no other reason."

"Okay dad, sorry, yes of course."

We moved from Cobra and went along the maze of tunnels that took is to MOD Main and then down the myriad of steps to Pindar where a Situation Room had been established. It was large and had a number of desks and chairs arranged in the core of the room, around the edge were a number of large screen displays. One of them was showing images of what I assumed was the spacecraft. The resolution was good, considering it was millions of miles away, but still not enough for the experts to make out the purposes of any of the features that we could see.

We were handed a folder, it contained the names of everyone in the COBR room, and a number next to them. Dad explained that was their phone number, you could sit at any desk, log onto the phone, and then anyone could contact you. There was a second folder that had the names and numbers of other specialists and aides in other countries. I wondered how long ago this contingency had been planned and set up, it didn't look as if it were hastily cobbled together.

Dad and I grabbed a desk and each of us logged onto a phone. The phone menu showed that they were in fact video phones, so we could join video conferences from our desks. Definitely not just cobbled together.

Dad got a message on his phone and he dialled in, I could see it was a video conference, he wrote something on his pad and passed it over, it was the conference number and the words 'listen in'. I dialled in and put my microphone on mute and just listened. The discussion was all around possible counter measures should the visitors prove to be less than friendly. The conversations lasted around an hour. The best I could make out is that the Americans and the Russians hade nukes in orbit that could be tactically used, but the fear was, the size of the nukes was significantly larger than anyone had ever used, continent killers, and the fear was that the detonation could cause devastation on Earth.

I was only listening and couldn't offer any opinions; I would talk with dad about it later when we were on our own. Dad made a few other calls, to colleagues I presumed, I used the credentials provided to logon to the computer and look through all the technical data so far available. The spaceship was six point four miles in diameter, a tad over ten kilometres, and three hundred and fifty feet top to bottom. At the centre it was something in the order of four hundred feet form top to bottom. The pictures, though remarkable, did not give us a clue as to what anything on the ship actually did. The ship moved, changed speed and direction, but there were no emissions that we could see to give us a clue on their means of propulsion.

We had been there for about twelve hours when dad pulled me away.

"We need to get some food and rest Madeline, otherwise we will be worthless when we are needed."

We headed to the canteen and grabbed some food, a bolognese sauce and some pasta, and a jug of water, and sat in a relatively quiet corner.

"Dad, this mad."

"I know, but this scenario is something my colleagues and I have looked at over many years."

"How did you envision it ending?"

"Badly, mostly. We concluded that Earth would simply be a mineral resource, and that we humans would be surplus to requirements and would, at best, be ignored as we don't have technology to trouble them, or exterminated to remove an irritant."

"Right, we don't think they are going to come all this way to say hello and have a cup of tea?"

"No, no we don't. You will have seen the options that were discussed in the video conference?"

"Yes, nuke them?"

"You remember the Tzar Bomb some years ago, the biggest bomb ever exploded on Earth?"

"Yes, I saw the footage, bigger than they expected?"

"Yes, it actually scared the scientists, well, they have actually got some in orbit, one of them is at least three times bigger."

"Oh, for God's sake why?"

"It all goes back to the cold war. Anyway, were they to deploy this bomb, the blast and the heat and fallout would lay waste to a continent, it is that big. They would win a war by destroying the world."

"Madness."

"Yes, anyway, it is in orbit and could be used against a threat to the earth, such as a comet or, in this case, aliens."

"So the thinking is, that we would use it if required? What would it do to the alien spaceship?"

"If the bomb were detonated on Earth, the fireball would be over twelve miles in diameter, totally destroying everything within that twelve miles, the thinking is, in space, that it would simply vaporise the alien craft."

"Oh, and if not?"

"A second large bomb will be detonated which should finish the job. The thing is, it has to be outside the atmosphere to ensure no fallout on Earth."

We finished our food and headed off to our room. We were to share a room as we classed as 'family', and the room was not that large. A double bed, and a pile of clothes, underwear and coveralls and some bottles of water. A toilet in one corner, no privacy at all. Oh well, we might be at war, of course we might not be.

The craft stayed hidden behind the moon for several days, the feeds we got were courtesy of both the Chinese and the Indians who had equipment on the farside and satellites able to transmit data to us.

We spent about fourteen hours a day at the desks, liaising with other scientists around the world, starting at about ten in the day UK time to maximise the input of the Americans, whilst still able to get Russian and Chinese involvement.

The speed that the craft approached Earth when it did come out from behind the moon surprised everyone, and then when their killing beam started, any pretences of friendly aliens was dispelled. The call came very quickly to deploy, and we watched as the Russians manoeuvred their bomb into place on the surface of the craft. The Americans manoeuvred a similar, but smaller device into place just out of the expected blast zone.

The explosion temporarily wiped all our monitors, all overwhelmed by the blast. Their was surprise from the scientists that the craft had not been vaporised and the second weapon was called into play, I can say that there were cheers when the craft split and began to crash fortuitously falling into the Atlantic ocean. Our Vanguard class submarines had been placed strategically around the world as soon as the alien ship had been detected, and HMS Vanguard was on station in the Atlantic and dispatched a number of nuclear torpedoes to finish the job.

I was exhausted when we got back to the room, monitoring was being set up all around the Atlantic, and also into space, but for now, we believed the threat was over. We could finally relax. I stripped, sat on the loo, washed and then collapsed onto the bed. I watched as dad stripped, used the loo and then walked to the bed. I realised that he had an erection.

"Madeline," dad said, "I know this might seem unusual, but, I, well." I waved a finger to shush him.

No, it didn't seem unusual, I put my arms out towards him. He sat on the side of the bed and then lay down next to me, his dick pressing at my stomach. My tiredness seemed to go, there was a more primal need to be satisfied. I reached down for his dick, and held him. The skin was soft on the outside but hard beneath, his skin moving easily over his rock hard inner. I shuffled down and wrapped my lips around his dick, sucking him in, tasting him, wanking him with my mouth, my hand holding his balls, rolling them within their sac.

Down here, in the depths of a nuclear bunker deep under Whitehall, we weren't dad and daughter, we were just two people who had faced the end of the world and had survived, our actions were automatic and were not to be judged.

Dad shuffled round and his tongue found my crease, pushing my lips apart, the rough surface of his tongue causing tremors in my groin, my sucking him, him licking me. I felt a finger at my entrance, circling, dibbing and as the finger pushed inside me, his tongue found and pressed my nubbin, and the pressures really began, electrics building throughout my groin.

Dad gasped and pulled away.

"Enough baby, otherwise it will all be over."

True I supposed, we're none as young as we used to be. I eased away and gulped when dad's finger left my fanny, and we both shuffled on the bed until out heads were at the same end. Dad rolled so that he covered me and I reached down and lined his dick up with my opening, dad pushed.

Oh my goodness, it has been a while, and the feeling as dad's dick slowly entered my fanny, stretching me, widening me, filling me, was just incredible.

"Oh yes, dad, yes," I managed to gasp as my lungs filled, breathing in, but not breathing out. I could feel him pushing hard at my depth stretching my length as well as my width. Dad pulled back, easing the tensions, I felt him almost at my exit, not quite out, and not quite in, my heart beating so fast I thought it would tear itself from my chest, my anticipations mounting.

Dad began to shag, in and out, filling me, exiting me, pressurising my body then releasing it. My electrics were growing, shards building ready to launch, my nipples felt taught and my fingers and toes were curling. Dad was going faster and faster and as I heard the slaps from my stomach as they echoed around the room, I wondered how soundproof the rooms were, and then I didn't care, my release was close, my gulps were slowing, and I knew I could hold out no longer.

I screamed a quiet release, my fanny clamping hard, squeezing dad's dick tight, gripping it, my electrics launched, and shards of electricity poured from my groin, running through my body, tickling my nipples, pricking my ears, crackling through my fingers and toes and my back planked, up it went stiff and dad shot inside me, his spurts filling me, flooding my womb, leaking down my fanny and squirting onto my thighs.

Dad leant back a little and as my body relaxed his dick slipped from my fanny with a gurgle, I fell back to the bed, sated, happy, dripping.

There was a lot to do before we could stand down, but our normal lives were no more. I doubted this would be the last time dad and I shared love. I hope it wouldn't be.