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WELCOME ABOARD: Lost Roswell Taken Up Story

by Janet Lessinupdated on February 5, 2026February 5, 2026

THE ROSWELL RESONANCE: Taken Up Chronicles

Section 3: Welcome Aboard By Janet Kira Lessin & Theresa J. Morris | Contributor: Gemma Genesis

The Promenade of the Gods

Tom and Sara stepped off Gus into a reality that rendered their terrestrial training obsolete. For these two, “service” had always meant the shadows. Tom, an Army operative with a history of high-stakes missions dating back to the Reagan era, carried the hidden scars of a lifetime in combat. Sara, whose Navy background and striking beauty often served as the perfect “mask” for her own deep-cover assignments, walked beside him.

They were the real-world Mr. and Mrs. Smith, once tasked with investigating each other, only to find trust and love amidst the chaos of the Gus adventure. Now, as they traversed the Command Ship’s modular city, the “Secret Space Program” offered a jarring psychological mirror. Nestled among alien architecture were glowing signs for Ponderosa and Bonanza—a managed ecosystem designed to keep these elite human minds from fracturing.

Image 1: The Tactical Couple Description: Tom (Army fatigues) and Sara (Navy flight suit) walking through a high-tech alien promenade. They look like elite operatives—wary, observant, and standing close together.

Prompt: A journalistic, wide-angle shot of a man in a US Army jacket and a woman in a US Navy flight suit walking through a futuristic indoor promenade. They look like elite intelligence operatives, vigilant and standing close. A neon “Ponderosa Steakhouse” sign glows in the background alongside alien symbols. Cinematic lighting, 8k, sharp focus.

The Gilded Cage

Their quarters were the ultimate psychological maneuver. Instead of the Spartan barracks they expected, Sara’s suite looked like a luxury spread from Southern Living. A blue-flame fireplace crackled with magnetic heat, and the bookshelf was stocked with James Bond novels—a subtle nod to their own clandestine lives.

Sara felt a chill when she found every one of her exact makeup products on the vanity. The realization hit: the aliens hadn’t just built a room; they had built a living dossier. They were being “welcomed” by an entity that had likely monitored every secret mission and every moment of their burgeoning romance.

Image 2: The Operative’s Retreat Description: Sara, looking like a “Bond Girl” operative in her flight suit, sitting in the luxurious alien suite, suspicious of the “too-perfect” Earth-like surroundings. Prompt: A luxurious interior living room that looks like a high-end Earth home, but with subtle alien technology. A fireplace with blue flames. Sara, a beautiful woman in a Navy flight suit, sits on a plush couch looking suspicious. She has the poise of a secret agent. Warm lighting, tense atmosphere, 8k.

The Shadow Council

The illusion of privacy vanished when Tom demanded that their aides be moved. Once alone, a green light flashed on Tom’s mahogany desk. The connection to the “Home World” was live. In a hidden control room, an entire wall dissolved into a massive screen showing twelve humanoid figures in a dark chamber, their faces cast in impenetrable shadow. “Commander Bradley,” the central figure intoned. Tom, carrying the weight of his Reagan-era missions and the injuries that still haunted him, sat, pulled out a cigarette, and prepared to face the architects of the Roswell Resonance.

Image 3: Facing the Architect’s Description: Tom, seen from behind, facing the twelve hooded figures of the Great Council. Prompt: A man in an Army jacket seen from behind in a dark high-tech room, smoking a cigarette. He is facing a wall-sized video screen showing twelve figures in dark hooded robes sitting at a long table in deep shadows. Mysterious, high-stakes political thriller aesthetic, cinematic.

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X/LinkedIn/FB Description: “They were the real Mr. and Mrs. Smith, investigating each other until they fell in love aboard GUS. Now, Tom and Sara face their biggest mission yet: the High Council of the SSP. 🛸 Experience the ‘Gilded Cage’ of Section 3.”

Series Reference Log

The Timelord: Referenced in the deep-time nature of the Command Ship.
The Key: Tom and Sara’s relationship as the catalyst for communication.
The Child Genius: [To be explored in Section 4].

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WELCOME ABOARD: Lost Roswell Taken Up Story

By Janet Kira Lessin & Theresa J. Morris | Updated February 4, 2026

Contributor: Gemma Genesis

NO OTHER GODS series created by Janet Kira Lessin

THE TOUR

Soldiers escorted Tom and Sara away from their ship, Gus. Supreme Commander Robert Clark led the way, narrating as they moved through a vessel defined by fluid architecture.

The ship featured movable levels, floating floors, and map stations at every junction. While the central Command Control remained stationary, the surrounding decks could detach and reconfigure. “The Great Council thought it easier if we matched your military structure,” Robert explained. “Army for you, Tom. Navy for Sara.”

Tom, recalling his earlier friction with the Council on Earth, remained skeptical. “How considerate,” he replied.

Beyond the landing bay, the military escort departed. The tour accelerated through a series of conference rooms where Robert introduced a dozen officers. Sara noted only two women among the ranks. They traversed the massive interior via moving sidewalks, cableless elevators, and single-person gliders on air cushions.

A golf cart eventually brought them to a sprawling restaurant and retail district. Translators—tiny voice-to-ear connections—allowed the diverse alien cultures to communicate. Tom was stunned to see familiar Earth brands. “Look—Ponderosa. And a Bonanza steak house?”

“Very good steak,” Robert noted. “Similar to your buffalo. I eat there often.”

THE COMMAND CENTER

Robert led them to the forward Command Center, a massive chamber filled with technology that defied Earthly physics. Radar systems, designed in deep space, operated light-years ahead of terrestrial capabilities.

“The words for these controls have no English equivalent,” Robert said. “They sound like a fusion of Chinese, Russian, and Egyptian.”

He explained that the flagship monitored four other ships currently on Earth via sound vibrations, dark matter, and a “fifth element” unknown to human science. The room spanned 300 feet by 600 feet, housing hundreds of personnel at tiered stations. Some crew members used personal force fields to fly between levels, posting holographic data onto screens that appeared out of thin air.

QUARTERS

After a brief communication session with the other fleet ships, Robert escorted them to their living quarters. The ship consisted of nearly 1,000 levels, though several remained closed due to damage sustained in a gaseous wormhole.

“Your quarters are here, Sara,” Robert said, stopping the cart. “Tom’s is just down the corridor. We accommodate your three-dimensional thinking, though we function in more than five dimensions.”

Sara’s quarters had no doorknob; the door responded to her voice. Inside, the “barracks” Tom expected were nowhere to be found. Instead, they stepped into a suite resembling a spread from Southern Living. It featured a simulated rock fireplace with a blue, heat-emitting flame and a bookshelf stocked with Earth classics like Moby-Dick and James Bond novels.

The kitchen was high-end stainless steel with dark wood cabinetry. A holographic projection room—reminiscent of a Star Trek holodeck—showed a serene lake with ducks and a small boat.

Tom’s quarters, 50 feet away, mirrored the luxury but featured cherry wood and mahogany finishes. However, Tom’s suite contained a hidden feature: a wall that retracted to reveal a mini control center.

THE AIDES

Two aides were assigned to them: Lara, a young woman with a Russian accent for Tom, and Franco, an Italian-accented man for Sara.

“We choose which Earth language to learn,” Lara explained.

While the accommodations were luxurious, Tom felt the weight of constant surveillance. In the hidden control room, Lara demonstrated that they could tap into any computer on Earth—from the Pentagon to the private lives of Tom’s sisters.

“I’d like a private talk with Sara,” Tom told Lara, his unease growing.

DINNER

They met at a German restaurant in the food court. Tom, ever the intelligence officer, sat with his back to the wall. He ordered the aides to a separate table.

“It’s smothering,” Sara whispered. “We’re never alone. The walls have ears.”

“They’re trying to make us comfortable,” Sara countered, though she looked unconvinced.

Tom’s frustration peaked when he realized the aides were meant to live in their second bedrooms. “I’m the Commander,” Tom stated. “I want my privacy.”

He summoned Robert Clark and demanded that the aides be moved to their own quarters down the hall. Clark nodded and complied. After a meal of Schnitzel that Tom admitted was the best he’d had since Germany, they returned to their respective rooms.

THE GREAT COUNCIL

Back in his quarters, Tom found Lara’s belongings gone. A green light flashed on his desk.

“The connection is up to the home world,” Lara’s voice announced over the intercom.

Tom entered the control room. The far wall transformed into a screen, revealing twelve humanoid figures seated at a long table. They wore dark hoods; their faces remained in shadow.

“Commander Bradley,” the figure in the center said, dismissing Lara. “Please have a seat.”

Tom sat as the chair molded to his frame. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, facing the council.

TO BE CONTINUED IN SECTION 4: THE GREAT COUNCIL

NO OTHER GODS

The Lost Roswell Taken Up Story

Part 3: Welcome Aboard

By Janet Kira Lessin & Theresa J. Morris, contributor Minerva Monroe

WELCOME ABOARD

After disembarking from GUS, Tom Bradley and Sara Bolton were escorted deeper into the Command Ship by a contingent of uniformed soldiers. Supreme Commander Robert Clark walked with them, speaking as they moved through the vast interior.

The ship revealed itself in layers. Entire levels shifted and reconfigured as needed. Flight decks extended and retracted. Floors floated, stabilized by unseen forces. Map stations appeared at regular intervals, offering orientation in an environment that resisted conventional spatial logic. The level they occupied could detach and reconnect to other sections of the ship, while the core—Command Control and Robert’s office—remained fixed near the forward top deck, protected by hulls Robert described as the strongest ever engineered.

Tom absorbed the information quietly. There was, as he put it, “a lot to learn.”

Robert explained that the Great Council had chosen to model rank and structure after familiar Earth systems to ease the transition. Tom’s authority mapped most closely to an Army framework, while Sara’s aligned with naval command.

Tom acknowledged the effort with dry humor. He had already spoken with the Great Council from GUS while still on Earth, and the exchange had been tense. Now that he was physically aboard their fleet, he intended to observe carefully and learn as much as possible.

Once they passed beyond the landing bay, the military escort peeled away. The group entered a conference room where a dozen officers waited. Robert introduced them by name and rank. Sara noted that only two were women.

From there, the tour accelerated. Moving sidewalks carried them between sections. Elevators operated without visible cables or power sources. Golf carts glided silently across open corridors. Single-person gliders hovered on air cushions, maneuvering independently through the space. Tom wanted to stop and question the technology, but the pace made that impractical.

The elevator felt familiar enough in function to offer a small sense of grounding, even as its mechanics defied inspection.

A golf cart transported them through a bustling restaurant district lined with retail spaces. Beings of multiple species moved freely in civilian attire. The driver explained that everyone wore discreet voice-to-ear translation devices, allowing seamless communication across languages.

The variety was striking. Restaurants catered to different cultures, with names designed to feel recognizable to human visitors. Sara pointed out a sign reading Ponderosa. Tom noticed another—Bonanza—and asked if it was a steakhouse.

Robert confirmed that it was and described the meat as similar to Earth’s cattle and buffalo. It was one of his preferred dining spots.

This district, they learned, was only one of many. Restaurants existed on nearly every level. This particular area was located near their assigned quarters and was often used for visiting dignitaries.

When Tom asked about physical training facilities, Robert indicated that a gym was nearby.

As they continued, Tom addressed the growing awkwardness of titles. He explained that he was not operating in an official capacity and preferred to be addressed simply as Tom, with Sara likewise addressed by name.

Robert agreed and made a request of his own. He asked Tom to call him Robert—his Earth name—which he said he rarely heard spoken.