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Part 4
The Shills were becoming more and more aware of strange events they had no control over.
It was, not only, the disappearance of equipment, now other valuable resources to maintain their health and one might say; well being?
Sabotaged. Strange ghostly apparitions that rose up from a cloudy grey mist to appear before them. Sprites, ah yes. Sprites. The one feared and respected by the inhabitants.
The one the Shills, knew nothing about.
Lightning, that struck at them, torched their physical forms, lighting them up, the sudden flash of intense energy,turning them to dust.
In amongst a number of the native, slaves. Picking out the Shill, to leave the locals, dropping to their knees in prayer. Untouched, yet feeling a warmth, a sense of being blessed?
A kiss from the Faeron.
For those, aboard the Shills main craft in space, alerted to the sudden loss of their own?
The ever increasing awareness, of such, gave rise to them, believing it could only be, an attack by the natives; a rebellion?
The ‘shock’ troops, were prepping for dispatch to the planet. Orders to eat some of them alive, as punishment and a warning; in front of the others. Fit restraining collars. NOT one native, of the planet, was to be spared. 
Then THEY appeared. Ethereal beings. now solidified forms, ONE, that appeared,, to be the leader? The sheer size of IT was jaw dropping.
Created by the original Annunaki.. or Anui.
NOT one of them were less than 9 feet tall... 2.74 meters and towering, above all other races, they were terrifying to come and I add NOT come face to... but
To look UP at, to feel, like some insignificant life form before them?
The height, of the craft interior, was about 10 foot. with maybe a little extra in some areas. This whatever the hell it was. with its beings in tow?
The fear in the Shills, was unparalleled. Never before, had they, seen such beings.
Even their own ‘Gods,’ were nothing like these.
The commander, of the so called Elite storm troopers raised a weapon to fire at the intruders.
The force field, if one could call it that illuminated. The flare, was intense and, all that stood, no, had stood before them, were gone.
The beings, moved, to certain parts of the control systems. Strands or strings visible, within the ‘air’ around them. Sucking it up into their forms. Energy, pure netron energy draining all that had powered their ‘engines’?
The ‘visitors’ vanished. The craft was stationery, No power, no way of moving at all.
No matter how, the technicians, hed to find solutions to the nightmare before them?
IF any of their enemies, now found them; sitting ducks, as we would know it, sprung to mind.
At least the basic weapons they carried worked.
The Shills, never faltered, in their beliefs, re being invincible. You could tell them anything and even if you were right, IF they thought differently, you were wrong and nothing you said or did would be anything but their version of the truth. !
Then it happened.The craft, started to disintegrate. IF, you had observed it, from outside the craft?
Dust to dust; DUST! gone. Below, the natives, had laid offerings and, were now busy, rebuilding the sacred rings,
The Doctor, was with Shan, exploring the cavern leading into the tunnels? They were now aware of a small section leading them into a ?
A compact room, filled with scrolls! SCROLLS that they had never encountered before, in such a number. Like Napkin rings, Drex rings, held each one, rolled within.
In the middle of the chamber.. a huge stone statue with the full outline of the ‘tree of life’?
A ‘handbag’ as we might know it lying next to them? The Doctor picked it up and on his wrist a watch like device, with a flower design on it, now wrapped itself into place.. illuminated.
Raising the ‘handbag’ to hold it next to the ‘tree of life’? That, was an induction unit liken to placing your phone on a charger unit? It, energized the hand bag... Before them the scrolls, around them, shifted and one of them, moved to land int he doctors hand.
Unrolling and the sense of all that was, will be and ever existed.. flowed before their eyes..
A rolling wave, a presence felt by them that was a Godlike figure. An Uruk.. ancient Mesopotamia, the beast of the Anunaki.. IT pointed to the text ..
An ancient prophecy?. A clearly defined, liken to one he, had once witnessed, delivered by a priestess of an Oracle yet one version stuck in his mind.. The MATRIX on Galifrey?
That accursed place.. he could almost smell the stench..
Damp, cold, eerie and not a memory he desired to revisit and yet? In this moment of TIME, he had realized he had no choice. This place? The power from the so called ‘Tree of life’ flared brighter. ever brighter..
Reading it, he started to shake, his whole body reacting as though he had no desire to continue reading what was laid out before them?
Shan stared at the text, NOT HUMAN(a), it waa an ancient language and yet? She could read it word for word, sense its meaning.. its powerful message..
She let out a gasp.
“Why, are our names, on this! HOW does it, know we would be here?
WHAT or WHO is the HYBRID?
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