The Fifth Element

4

THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED FEDERATION WAS quiet. The wall screen was powered down―transparent. Beyond it, the towers of Manhattan soared into the dirty sky.

Only a few military officers remained, standing in a line in their bright uniforms, nodding in unison like soon-to-be-extinct birds.

The President was busy ignoring them.

He was bent over his massive desk, examining an ancient sketchbook. The old priest, Father Vito Cornelius, was turning the pages slowly.

“You have forty-eight hours,” Cornelius said. “The time it needs to adapt itself to our living conditions.”

“And then?” The President looked up, his broad dark face seamed with worry.

“And then it will be too late,” said the priest. “The goal of this thing is not to fight for money or power. Its goal is to wipe out life. All forms of life!”

“But why?”

The diminutive old priest’s eyes gazed off into space―or inward toward some dark mystery.

“I wish I knew.”

Across the room, the incoming signal on the viewscreen was beeping. The screen slowly began to become opaque, obliterating the view of taxi-cabs and traffic flitting among the towers,

“So what you are telling me, Father,” the President said, “is that there is nothing we can do to stop this!”

“There is only one thing.”

Cornelius looked toward the screen. “And it is on its way.”

Light years away, in a remote sector of the galaxy, a mile-long starship was speeding toward Earth, the home planet of the United Federation.

It was picked up and locked on by DEW (Distant Early Warning) scanners.

It was operated by a race little known to Earth, but well-known to the ancient priest, who was explaining as best he could, to the President…

“This is a Mondoshawan,” Father Cornelius said, showing the drawing of the alien that had been made in the temple by Billy, five hundred years before.

The President studied the round, bulky body; the tiny angular head.

“The Mondoshawans have in their possession the only weapon that can defeat the Evil that is upon is.”

“Which is?”

Cornelias turned another page. “The four elements―earth, air, fire and water―gathered around a Fifth Element. The Supreme Being, the ultimate warrior, created to protect life.”

The President looked skeptically at the page. It showed a human figure encased in armor. Metallic gloves held a case engraved with the emblem of the three suns.

“The case holds the Sacred Stones. Together with the Fifth Element, they produce what the ancients called the Light of Creation, able to bring life to the farthest reaches of the Universe. But if Evil stands here―”

He pointed to the Fifth Element.

“Then what?” asked the President impatiently.

Cornelius looked up, into the big man’s eyes. “White turns to black. Light to dark. Life to death. For all eternity.”

“Mr. President…”

The President turned and saw one of his generals holding a blinking cell phone.

“We have a Mondoshawan spaceship at the frontier requesting permission to enter Federation territory.”

The President looked at the diminutive priest who had brought such immense news―and then at the generals. “I guess I should make a decision,” he began.

“Sir!” said the general, covering the phone. “These Mondoshawans do not belong to the United Federation. We do not know their intentions. I recommend an immediate military interception before…”

The President broke in angrily.

“Did you see that thing swallow our starship like a gumdrop? You can’t even tell me what it is! I ask you for options and you give me bullshit!”

The President slammed one massive fist down onto the desk. Father Cornelius jumped back.

“Send them my permission to enter our territory. With my warmest regards.”

Cornelius let out a long sigh. “Thank you, Mr. President,” he whispered, closing the ancient sketchbook he had carried with him.