"Sorry to disturb you Sir, however, there are four gentlemen outside to see you"
"Right now Colonel? I'm desperate to catch up on paper work here, I don't want to be disturbed"
"It's Air Marshal Park, Admiral Coutts, The Prime Minister and the King, Sir"
"Bugger me - they're alive, show them in"
The King walks in, and hugs the grey, tired, weeping General"
"Cus, I am so glad you're alive"
"You too Bro"
"Right then, how, many of these bloody Posleen are left in the realm?"
Aotearoa /New Zealand had been hit too. Those bloody space elves had brought bloody hell to the whole planet. The country got to be bloody middle earth again.
We were lucky we had so many guns and a military who could train a militia of standing in quick time. Only over time- did we get two divisions.
Our luck was the water, the clouds, our geeks,  those plates and white island.

"We fight for the love of the people, we the people, we have the word."
Easy to recite propaganda, most of the people don't  even understand what we say. They are as dumb as food. Most should be food, before I get older. 
"My lord, I don't like the drop zone we have got"
"But it has so many of their Cows, and Sheep - and other Thresh- it will be quick and painless then we move north, to the China"
"But Commander, the geography, and weather are odd" Zeeeeethhh paused  We lose the place under the clouds a lot. And it has water, a bucket load- it rains all the time."
Zeeeeethhh paused again, then stuck his hands in his mouth to pull meat from his teeth.
"Commander, why are we taking all our ships in the first wave?"
"You, are a good god king - this will be the best picking on this planet, we go here to fight some, then build our forces - these Thresh fight - we get soo few, we kill, then we wait. Other clans will face the full force of the humans, again, we wait more land and expand the clan. We are to small, we have have been at
vanguard for to long and we have shrunk."
"Then why do we take vanguard duty again?"
"Fool, boy - no land we die"
"But, all we have is war"
"Quiet! You think we don't know, you think us fools. All we know is war. War is our being - now be! Do your duty"

"I think I got the instant cloning to work" Steve muttered to himself whilst sitting at the computer. Lucky for him he muttered quite loud this time and three work colleagues heard him. All of them were shocked,  not by the muttering, nor the loudness of it - but the honesty. Steve didn't lie - he didn't say too much either -  that helped convince them as well.
Louder Steve said "We need to burn it all up, the original cells of the person we want to clone, each and every trace of them in one go - a one time real clone - otherwise the DNA and RNA will engage on a sub atomic level and keep stalling division"
The fourth colleague present Paul - laughed, then laugh - "That is silly Steve - you need to stop smoking on Fridays, and just have a drink like the rest of us."
"No I'm deadly serious Paul - Look what the RNA omits at that level. And the DNA has it's own thing going on as well"
At this point, they locked the building from the inside. Steve's theory needed to be tested.

Jas was a bit of a bugger, he didn't mean to take that piece of Posleen tech. But that American GI was off chatting up Moana, with her green eyes - that did so remind men of the sea.  It was good to be a guard to the King, especially when nicking stuff,  those other guards with him did their job so well - it was a piece of piss. Take Moana, with her  green eyes - like the colour of lake Wanaka   just after the rains - Pro -all the way! Mann,  with sights, the gun and the shot - good sheila to have at your back. Finally Elliot, little pakeha Elliot - but bro could drive. And, Elliot could impersonate a good, uptight, overly officious officer. And with the Yanks that helped, they always wanted to come off as nice.


"The oldest is thirteen!"said the new social worker Miss Smith with her shapeliness twang
"I know, and shes still the smartest"
Miss Smith, got the job because of family connections.  She had done a social work degree at Uni, and then gone to work for the state child care unit. She hated it - she was a different thinker and had done social work to make herself fit in. It hadn't worked.
Amy was thirteen, and laughed a lot. She was also the best hack, cracker, smashers of computers the country had ever produced.
This title amused Amy,  she said - all she saw was numbers. It helped her no end now that a Indowy was her teacher, Lim was her teacher and mentor, however he had learned to ignore her smiles and encouraged her to eat a strict vegan diet. Funny these humans here ate a lot of meat - so much more than other places on this planet.
Miss Smith had heard of the Indowy, through  the channels, but this was her first real meet and greet.  She didn't smile and hid her teeth as much as possible. She had read the reports they were dead frightened of canine teeth and one or two Indowy had keelled over whilst being smiled at. She did not want a dead colleague on her hands, even if they were an alien.

We are abreast with medium, muddle, this millennium
We strive for a average, savage, fate
Our children running the show - adults with love in their hearts always, few
We talk that little choice and me
That child at play
Those fears and middle calling me home
Muddle is the play
A child all times