Unidentified Sailing Object…

“You are entering the United States territory. Please identify yourself. I repeat, please identify yourself.” A young guard who was monitoring the sea traffic sent out the message to the ship he had just spotted. It was amazing how this ship had sneaked so close to their line before being spotted. Probably an error from the computers, but that’s why the guard was posted there. A few seconds more and he would be standing in front of his captain with his head down trying to find an excuse for having missed it.

It was a strange ship, not like anything the guard had ever seen before. The shiny white exterior was streamlined throughout the vast body, slightly elongated, but without any pointed ends. The white body was curved, almost flowing in thin strips up and down, left and right forming circles — spaces covered with clear glass.

There was no response from the ship and the guard was getting worried. He repeated the transmission, hoping the first one was just missed and there was nothing sinister in progress. The ship — it’s flawless design worried him. It was an engineering marvel, no doubt and he hated to have to take any action against something this beautiful.

Still no reply. He called his superior who repeated the transmission one last time clarifying that a lack of response this time would lead to aggressive action from their side. Without waiting for a reply, an aircraft was ordered to fly out and inspect the ship.

“Eagle to Base, clear view of the target. This is amazing, it’s so white. From this distance, it’s like a cloud in the blue sea. Going down for a — “ BOOM. A huge explosion followed by a thundering blast that shook the base. Where the craft was a moment ago, there was a big black cloud, smoke flowing out from a compressed black mass, dissipating into the air. The craft had somehow disappeared into thin air. An energy beam, blue and thick, almost like a lightsaber was retracting back to the ship. They had seen enough.

They let go a missile towards the ship, one of their strongest ones. This ship meant business and they were not going to entertain any more fatalities. The missile exploded mid-air, a big explosion, shaking the base again, more than it affected the ship. It seemed to somehow avoid all impact, the vibrations from the blast traveling around its streamlined structure.

Another missile now, fired from inside the water. Hoping against hope that it somehow goes past their radar or whatever they were tracking with. Another explosion, midway to the ship. A huge blast of water from the surface, sending waves shaking everything around, even the ship this time. So it is not unassailable after all. Still, an amazing feat of engineering. They were still wondering who this ship belonged to. Not Russians, no. They had studied everything the Russians had and this was something different, something they had never seen before. And if it wasn’t the Russians, they couldn’t think of anyone else that could have made this and come this close, not without them having at least a whiff of it.

And then they saw it. A red figure, carved on a small staff right at the center of the clear white exterior. Small enough to miss on the first sight, yes, but something that instilled fear in them on the first look. Red lines formed a cross which curled ninety degrees clockwise into smaller red lines, a swastika. The sign of the Nazis, the sign of the force that held against them and the rest of the world, that defied them all in what was the largest homicide in history.

Of course, now that they think about it, the Germans have always been at the forefront of engineering. If someone developed such a ship, it had to be them. But how? Where? They had a close watch on all military establishments and there was nothing in works from the Germans. And, they had given up on the Nazi ideologies a long time ago. No one seemed capable of holding it together after Hitler had died. He had committed suicide, shot a bullet through his own head at a Reich Camp at the end of the Long War. Of course, there were theories about how he faked his death and fled to a secret base in Antarctica, but these were all fantasies. They had it checked, they had raided it all and came back without even a shard of evidence that pointed to the base.

There were more ships now, similar ones coming behind the first one. They had somehow built a whole horde in this time, focussing completely on one thing, destruction. All this, while we were busy with space flight and the quest for outer planets, they had amassed an army big enough to get back. And this was accomplished from one of the most uninhabitable places in the world, Antarctica. They saw several blue lights coming from each ship, converging, converging towards them, and then a huge bang shook everything for a hundred miles.

The Third War had begun!