SAVING DANA ALEXA

SAVING DANA ALEXA
(X-RAY DELTA ZERO-THREE)

A Tribunal confession by,
COUNT: V V Nicolzah for,
Davie Owen Mathews
(En overgang til det hellige rige)
unedited/unabridged. Copyrights protected

"PRIME ROYAL"
6th Countess
SUB-DEACON: Lady Dana Alexa Nicolzah
KARRATHA MONASTERY
Kolding, Denmark

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucNDPW3EMwo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYzkCtbwHqU

"Dead men don't talk, man!"
RIGHT!! I CAUGHT YOU!
Let's not forget who wrote this novel (confession), shall we!!
Remember why? You could careless anyways... that makes two of us!

Now gentlemen...
if you took the time to read this work, perhaps you might find the truth rather than hiding it?
Remember why the Brazoria Battle Group was unable to slay Federal US Marshal: Galactic Division 6, Cosmo Agent: Barina Travesty?
(Psst: The mother fucker was already dead!)
And you took it for a joke! Now... how "VESTING" was that... Red Shoe Club?
Love and peace shall dominate this rock once again! This I swear to you!
C/R VVN MENE & Sandra
PLUS my beloved 144,000 additional Valkyrie's sent from the divine!

"THEY CAN'T TRY AND HURT ME NOW!!"
DOM
(Go and read it for yourselves, why don't you?)

Now you have me to contend with! And I am one determined force!

-YO DUMB ASSES!
REMEMBER... WE'RE PLAYING 5TH DENSITY CHESS MOTHER FUCKERS... AND YAWL DONE... FUCKED UP "ROYAL" THIS TIME!
-YOU JUST AWOKEN FATHER GOD'S MOST "ROYAL" CHOSEN ONE! NOW WE ARE COMBINE FORCE FOR HIM!!

{{{{ "BOO!" }}}}

LMMFAO!!
Once you finally realize that this alien mother fucker is... FORE REAL!

Freddy Krueger was a mere pansy ass Disney character compared to me!

DO NOT EVER FALL ASLEEP... MOTHER FUCKERS!! FORE I SHALL VISIT YEA!
SUSPENDED AUTOCRATIC SLEEP PARALYSIS!

THIS SHALL BE DONE!

FORE I HAVE SPOKEN!

C/R VVN MENE & DOM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNiHS7jWFos

"Consequently, tears started streaming down her face."
The JAG officer, a member of the Navy Judge Advocate General Corps, raised her gaze from a collection of military documents and civilian affidavits that were in disarray. "Could you kindly provide further details, Rear Admiral Barenger?"
"Excuse me, Ma'am?"
"May I have your attention, Admiral? Please?"
The JAG officer retook her seat as the center of the twelve Federal Galactic judges. "Kindly furnish this Supreme Military Court with supplementary details regarding this female Marine Corps Major who has recently exhibited insubordinate behavior while under your oversight! DO NOT PLAY YOUR B*LL-SH*T GAMES WITH THIS ROYAL GALACTIC COURT, ADMIRAL!"
The JAG officer gently turned to face the loving gaze of her spouse and the Galactic Federation Oversight judge Norman; her eyes were now more demanding than ever!
"I won't allow it!" She hissed viciously.
The Rear Admiral Berenger assumed an upright position. "Where you would prefer me to start, ma'am?" He asked for a noticeably anxious and agitated tone, and spoke softly.
"Shall we begin with the intent of the one in question?"
Rear, Admiral Berenger, was anxious and apprehensive as he looked down at the Assistant Captain Moorefield, USNR, 7th Fleet.
The tired middle-aged admiral's eyes rolled lazily into his head. "Revenge!" He mutters angrily.
"Excuse me?"
The minutes stretched out from seconds. All at once... "Retribution, madam."
When the JAG officer observed her husband, he cast a quick glance of amnesty her way. The Rear Admiral was reunited with her glare at long last. "Retribution? What... what's he talking about?"
For a while, the worried Admiral was silent.
"Okay! Cyberpunkt’s father was kidnapped and executed. Ma'am!"
Silence turned into a low rumble.
Norman received a cursory glance then spoke. "What does he mean? Who kidnapped... Who murdered her father?"
The JAG officer rose to her feet immediately. "STOP DRAGGING THIS BULL SH*T OUT, ADMIRAL!"
"Her SVR RF code name is... Eva, ma'am. Aka: LLT." He spoke with a regretful tear in his eye. "All she said was, 'With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin'. She was smiling at the time." His head bowed slowly. "And then there were none."
The strain in the JAG officer's eyes dissipated like ice in a flame as her gaze returned to Norman.
"OH... F*CK ME, MAN!" she wailed loudly. "He...! He said... AND THEN THERE WERE... NONE!" Consequently, tears started streaming down her face.
Chapter I
"Amid a Rising Star"
Anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is Love.
1 John 4:8 (KJV)
(act I)
CyberPunkt's mind drifted enviously as she stared through the ship's cabin round porthole window, gazing upwards into the endless clusters of blazing stars. "They shine so bright within a sea of infinite darkness." She sighed. "God's precious gifts have no end!"
Kaylee "Cyberpunkt" Mathews was an amazing young combat fighter pilot of merely twenty-five years, and her knowledge of these wonderful star systems and her amazing fight skills had no boundaries.
Only God could have made such a valiant fighter!
"The Arden Sestrah constellations. Such magnificence!" she whispered with a wistful murmur. "Wow! Such amazing brilliance! God's precious gifts have no end!" she repeated.
The thought warmed Cyber's heart immensely, as there was nothing more vital in her budding life than her love for our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, her devotion to the study of these magnificent stars, and her absolute passion for flying.
She stood firmly in her convictions!
Cyberpunkt was a master among master's when seated in her newly assigned Alf ratan L Class 119 Fighter, the latest Gen 53 Hyper subsonic Assault/Intruder introduced into the coalition's arsenal by none other than the renowned Lockheed Martin/Tempest aircraft manufacturer.
Although the aviation company had only produced nineteen, Cyberpunkt was the first to master the new concept of this style aircraft, and she was quite arrogant when bragging about her stunning flight skills, which only made her fellow pilots of the "BEOWULF-BEILFRY", envious as well as jealous.
She was nearly as impressive as her late father, Alf ratan L Class Thirty-Two combat fighter pilot, Brigadier General D. O. Mathews, USMC.
Cyber braced herself against the framework of the window casing gently caressing her sterling crucifix and pondering the thought of which path Lord Jesus had chosen for her as she continued on her mystical journey through this segment of her life.
"ATTENTION, AIMD!" The loudspeaker in the p-way blared. "ATTENTION AIMD AIRFRAME. TIGER CREW SIX INBOUND... SIXTEEN HUNDRED. ASSIST AS NEEDED!"
"Oh, my gosh!" Snickered Cyberpunkt. "Tigers crews! Even way the hell out here! What ever!"
"AIMD MAINTENANCE. GUNNY ORTIZ, PLEASE REPORT TO THE EAST GATE QUARTERDECK."
There was silence once more, which brought warmth and tranquility to your pilot's heart.
Shifting her weight, Cyberpunkt propped her goose-down pillow against the window ledge and buried her face deep into its softness, "It worries me so!" she silently frets.
The flame of the candle flickered in defiance to the slight breeze emitting from behind her rustic walnut writing desk—a gift from her late father, three years prior.
Suddenly the flame died entirely, leaving Cyber alone and stumbling.
"Stupid air gaps!" She groaned, attempting to locate a wooden match, knocking over a full well of black ink instead. "DANG IT!" she scowled as the liquid soaked into three reams of white parchment.
Without warning, something not of Cyber's realm summoned for her thoughts, forcing her to remember those forgotten, horrific memories of when the Dark Side Tempests sought mass murder of the crew and colonists three years prior, while stationed onboard her permanent command USMC command ship the Taygete Pleiadean Battle-Cruiser-Colony Ship, "BEOWULF-BEILFRY," BCC/S-24.
The dreadful events repeated slowly within her fragile mind, like some lost 1950s SCI-FI movie, which had never hit the big screen? If it had, it would undoubtedly be a significant attraction.
Cyberpunkt cautiously allowed her mind to open, unimpededly, even though she had vowed to never recall those horrid days of abomination. Cyber gently closed her beautiful grey eyes and willfully reflected.
Unknown forces from the unseen shadow world attacked her delicate intellect in an instant.
"That should not be!" she stressed aloud. "I should not be able to evoke any of this!" This petrified Cyberpunkt greatly. "Yet... Yet I can!" She paused and contemplated nervously. "Things are not adding up!" she concluded. "What in the hell is going on in my head?" Cyber struggled to understand, and this fragmentary experience was giving her shivers.
"But... But I am among the purest of mind, heart and soul… I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!" Tears ran freely down her cheeks. "The specialists! They... They all promised me... that... that I SHALL NEVER ENVOKE THESE HORRORS!" Cyberpunkt broke down crying heavily. "EVER AGAIN! THEY PROMISED ME THAT!" she wailed, unknowingly slamming her fist through the glass face of a portrait of her fallen father, which hung on the wall above her bed.
Cyber's head began spinning uncontrollably, and her palms were perspiring immensely as this experience was throwing her into yet another confusing panic. She dropped her crucifix onto her bedding and clenched her head with her palms. "NO! OH DEAR GOD! NOOO!" she hollered in a frenzy. "PLEASE!... PLEASE MY LORD JESUS... STOP THIS FROM HAPPENING TO MEEE!" she sobbed mercifully.
The young, highly decorated officer suddenly fell into a distant daze, and her long, slender olive-tone legs began shaking tremendously. In a stupor, she slid off the edge of her bed and onto the hard wooden deck, striking the side of her head against the corner of the desk. Cyber had lost all consciousness and bleeding heavily from a gash in her skull, just above her right temple.
Again, the unwanted intruder insisted that Cyber recall that atrocious last day of her ultimate triumph of good over evil. And on that day, Captain Kaylee "Cyberpunkt" Mathews had proven to the world wrong by defeating earth's dateless most feared anomie antagonist, Vlad Vladimir Leviathan the Great.
The poor girl was gradually becoming highly confused about the matter. Unconscious she hollered. "MY... GODDD! MY GODDD! DEAR JESUS... WHAT HAVE I DONE!" Cyber panted, attempting to not lose her self-control.
She was not aware that the United States Marine Corps had meticulously recorded, in fine detail, her arduous struggle via RSOV (remote stellar optical viewing.)
Her last day's fight, consisted mostly guerilla warfare tactics, as she was beyond lethal in a one-on-one hand combat, regardless of the size and weight of her opponent. Yes... that's right... Captain Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Mathews was a "FORK'N... BAD-ASS!"
Unintentionally, Cyber recognized everything that had happened on her day of victory, and it was overwhelming her. A vision abruptly came to her, and she swiftly froze, witnessing herself thrusting her ka-bar deep into the broad neck of earths most feared and mightiest enemy. Without mercy and with all of her remaining strength, Captain Mathews eagerly removed the majestic warrior's head, letting it involuntarily drop into the filth of the battlefield wasteland!
The tides of war had just shifted as the remaining enemy combatants stared helplessly into the lifeless eye of their invincible cyclops leader. He was finally dead, and the evil Empire, in which he had created, now squandered helplessly, falling apart at the seams—a rapid end to such a vile and evil society.
On the morning of April twenty-third, in the year of our Lord, twenty-two sixty three, Nagel De Laurence, President of the United States of America, received the last report, quickly closing the file regarding the 'Mayflower Incident'. Hopefully forever.
The United States Congress, and the New World National Coalition Branch of Military High Command, as well as the proud civilians of planet earth, responded immediately, and they were as proud as they stood steadfast, awaiting Cyberpunkt's recognition.
Captain Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Mathews received her awards, and it was breath-taking ceremony as they proudly showed it to all the wonderful people of planet Earth.
Her citation reads:
"We, the Committee, of the United States of America, Joint Chiefs of Staff, have recognized that on the day of September twenty-third, in the year of our Lord, twenty-two sixty-three, Captain Kaylee Nichole, "Cyberpunkt" Mathews, of the squadron, VMFA-323 'DEATH-RATTLERS' USMC, command ship BEOWULF-BEILFRY, showed the qualities of impeccable Courage, Sacrifice and Devotion during her assigned duties in protecting the lives of the crew members and civilian colonists onboard the Taygete Pleiadean Battle-Cruiser-Colony Ship, "BEOWULF-BEILFRY," BCC/S-24, from evasive threats of mass human genocide by invading domestic and alien adversaries.
Outnumbered and facing overwhelming unpredictable odds, disregarding her own safety, Captain Mathews's aggressive, highly competent training and "Flight Proficiency" played a pivotal role in defense of the BEOWULF-BEILFRY from the deliberate and intentional 'Space Strike Force' attacks.
In consideration of Captain Mathews's "Aviation Warfare Training, Impressive Bravery" and "Can-Do Attitude," Captain Mathews's "Fast Actions" directly resulted in a most unpredictable, unwitting conquest that anyone of modern-day marine corps combat pilot had ever accomplished since Edward Vernon Rickenbacker, on the 25th of September 1918.
Captain Mathews's "Outstanding Professional Performance" and "Aggressive Return-Fire" during the battle of Leyte Gulf, showed "Great Gallantry" and "Outstanding Valor" in the enemy's face, validates "Indomitable Achievement."
We, the Committee of the "Joint Chiefs of Staff," have deemed that Captain Mathews's direct offensive, "War-Time" actions to be "Heroic In Nature and a true sign of remarkable "Valiance" during such an invincible War.
"HEAR YE ALL"
In place of Public Law 88–77, July 25, 1963: Captain KAYLEE NICHOLE "CYBERPUNKT" MATHEWS has met all the requirements for the most prestigious "Medal of Honor."
Standardized among all the services, Captain Mathews, USMC, has "Distinguished" herself conspicuously through gallantry and intrepid risks of her own life while in saving the lives of many others.
Captain Mathews has therefore proven herself to be recognized a time-honored hero possessing the highest quality of Marine Corps Standards rating, "Beyond the Call of Duty."
With great honor we, the Committee of the United States of America, Joint Chiefs of Staff, the President of the United States of America, and the President of the National Coalition," proudly award Captain Kaylee Nichole 'Cyberpunkt' Mathews with the following prestigious citations.
They read:
"MEDAL OF HONOR" (1st award)
"DISTINGUISHED SERVICE CROSS," (1st award)
"AIR MEDAL" (3 rd award)
"PURPLE HEART" (1st award)
"IMMEDIATE ADVANCEMENT TO THE PAY GRADE OF O4, MAJOR, (USMC)"
"Stand proud, Major Kaylee Nichole "Cyberpunkt" Mathews, as your name reigns highest among the distinguished ranks of the United States of America's Military Power Elites; and on this day, September twenty-third, in the year of our Lord, twenty sixty-three, we "Congratulate you really on a Job Well Done!" signed Nagel De Laurence, President of the United States of America, and Elizabeth Deas O'Neill, President of the National Coalition."
Closing notes added by: General Chester D. H. Berger, Commandant of the Marine Corps:
"Simply amazing! The late Brigadier General D.O. Mathews would have been proud of his wondrous daughter and all of her outstanding accomplishments! I speak freely for Congress and the President of the United States of America when saying, "Congratulations Major Mathews, and Stay in the Fight!"
Cyber's grueling altercations fascinated the colonists and crew of the BEOWULF-BEILFRY immensely, and on the morning following her victory, the front page of the BEOWULF-BEILFRY underground newspaper read something rather incongruously: "To Captain Mathews, of VMFA 323 "Death Rattlers": Your noble efforts during your ultimate last battle, will be a legacy and a date in time that will live for eternity!" signed, Vice Admiral Kilhefner, Commanding Officer, BEOWULF-BEILFRY, BCC/S-24.
Cyber gently opened her eyes, attempting to relax and simply comply beings the intruder had broken her down, forcing her into tears. Several attempts later, Cyberpunkt gained enough strength to control her emotions while weakening her nerves. She lowered her head as she unwillingly admitted to the damaging effects.
"A setup!" she lightly whispered. "IT WAS ALL A HORRID, INTENTIONAL SETUP!" The thought was disturbing.
"The BEOWULF-BEILFRY was nothing more than a GHASTLY experiment to test the waters, of the unknown! YOU MADE GUINEA PIGS, OUT OF THE LOT OF US!" Her consternation had set in. "ALL PAID FOR BY ALL OF YOU FILTHY, STINKING DEEP STATE POWER ELITES!" Cyber's head began spinning, and her palms perspired heavily. She panicked!
"NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TO CONTINUE!" she wailed emphatically. "PLEASE! NO!" Cyberpunkt fell into a distant daze, and her long, slender legs shook tremendously as she embraced her crucifix securely. Suddenly, without warning, Cyberpunkt's Ct-MEIP's stopped everything and took complete control over her fragile mind, forcing the intruder out.
Cyber recalled when Doctor Spaz, her Psychiatric Specialist, had installed a CT-MEIP's (Compassionate Thought-Micro Enhancing Interface Program) into her brain to help control her CP-BIPS (Catatonic Post-Battle Induced Psychopathic Syndrome.) The doctors now had direct, twenty-four-hour communication with Cyber's psyche through thought wave inhibitors, which allowed for immediate control of her thought waves, enabling 'forced thought and control induction.' It allowed Cyber clearer and more direct control of her thoughts and actions.
At the time of the initial pre-programming, Doctor Spaz was unavailable, leaving Cyber with no choice but to accept any doctor/nurse practitioner team on duty. Conscionably, she opened a thought channel directly to her internal thought interfaced, prompting her new thought psychotherapist. A second later, the nurse practitioner responded. Cyber was extremely nervous, as she had not yet spoken with this team. She waited patiently for the new nurse to respond. And she did!
"YEAH, WHAT DO YOU DEMAND THIS TIME?" snapped the elderly, frustrated nurse.
Cyber, unsure of what was going on, shook her head vigorously, attempting to knock loose the cobwebs from around her clouded brain.
"HOLY SHIT!" the nurse hollered! "HEY, DURWOOD! WAKE UP, YOUR VITALS ARE ALL DICKED UP AGAIN!"
Annoyed, the old nurse slammed her clipboard down on the front desk counter, in Cyber's mind. "HEY YOU LITTLE DUMB-SHIT... WAKE THE HELL UP!" the old nurse demanded.
"WHA... WHAT DO YOU MEAN... WHAT WOULD I DO FOR A ... CA... CON-DYKE BAR?"
end of act I

(Captain Dana Alexa Nicolzah USMC pictured)