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---Somewhere outside London, United Kingdom, EArth (Tosev 3) ---

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The vice president of the United States slammed his hand on the table to stop the quarrel between the German Fuhrer, the people's commissar for foreign affairs, Michailowitsch Molotow, and the British prime minister Winston Churchill.

"We haven't even talked for half an hour and you are already on the brink of fighting each other again. We truly have other, much more serious problems now. Just look at the map."

He pointed at the map on the wall, nearly the entire southern hemisphere was colored in yellow, and also on the northern hemisphere there was a lot of yellow, but there was still a lot of blue, red and brown.

"We already lost half of the planet to these extraterrestrial bastards, and you have not other problems than still quarreling? Shame on you."

The German Fuhrer had wanted to reach back with his arm to send the Soviet commissar flying through the room, but decided not to do so.

"I am sorry Gentlemen", he answered in broken school English with an audible German accent, while he put his tie in order "but insulting me like this was just to much."

The Soviet commissar wrinkled his nose, but didn't answer.

"Well, since we sorted that out now...", Winston Churchill said"...maybe we should start with the negotiations about how we should start this alliance. Until now each of our nations has fought these lizards on his own, without any big success. The only chance of at least holding our positions we have now is to fight together, share the technology we have and develop new ones. Only then we have a slight chance of not ending in eternal slavery."

"Just listen to yourself..." the Soviet commissar said, "...now you are suggesting what just a few years ago you refused us, when those Ger...Nazi bastards invaded us. Your antipathy against our nation has caused the death of millions of lives, how should we know that this time you are serious?"

The Prime Minister wanted to say something , but was interrupted when somebody knocked on the door.

"Step inside." he said.

Someone who seemed to be a French officer stepped in saluted, and then offered his hand to the British and the American politician.

"Sorry I'm late Gentlemen. But the Race has bombed inner London again. Took quote some time to get here without being killed by a guided missile." He shook his head. Then he looked at the two other politicians. He just nodded into their direction, but didn't offer them his hand.

"You haven't missed anything yet Charles, only this...rougher discussion these two gentlemen nearly had."

"Oh is that so? Well, I guess if they had started one, I would have been glad to join them."

Again the Vice President had to slam at the table, this time even harder to gain the attention of everybody in the room.

"Gentlemen. Please, the situation is to dire to joke around like that. Especially you monsieur de Gaule. Your nation is nearly half occupied by these aliens, so you better should start one of your well known speeches to inspire La Resistance a bit more."

"My nation...", he started, sounding really miffed, "...la grand nation de la France, is not only occupied by these extra-terrestrials, but also by les allemands. So excuse me, Sir."

"You know I already told you that as soon as we can spare some of our equipment, we will give it to you, ending the occupation and you can fight again in your nation, at our side against the lizards."

"Sorry but I don't feel really safe now if you say this. La France has suffered enough in this war I don't want to be stabbed in my back while fighting on your side."

The German Fuhrer wiped away some sweat drops of his smooth upper lips, sighing.

"And I told you too, that I didn't want it to come where we are now. I served in the Wehrmacht as a soldier to protect this nation. It was not my fault that Hitler perverted it into...this." He shook his hand, pointing at two photographs that were lying on the table showing loads of corpses in the concentration camps in eastern Europe. At least those who were still alive don't have to fear now to die from starvation or in gas-chambers, since nearly all of eastern Europe was now occupied by the Race. From what they heard a lot of people are sympathizing with them and who could blame them?

Before anybody could say another word, an explosion directly outside the building shook the room, shattering the window and sending debris through the room. Luckily nobody of the men were standing in front of it, several years of war had taught them to be careful during a bombing raid.

"Dammit. Was this one of these guided missiles again? How can the Race know that we are here, this meeting should be top secret."

Not even a minute later two soldiers ran into the room without knocking, one was a soldier of the former British expeditionary force the other one a soldier of the Wehrmacht, only without the Swastika now.

"Sirs, this....you have to see this. We...we..."Both of them were slightly shaking, unable to tell them exactly what just happened.

The politicians just looked at each other. What the hell could happened that these war-proofen soldiers were so frightened?

They walked slowly through the outer courtyard of the building. When they all walked around the corner they froze.

They thought they would find a crater, maybe a half exploded bomb from the alien invaders, but they didn't expect this.

A metallic platform nearly twenty meter in diameter was standing there, and on the platform where nine metal boxes, stacked in three piles, each one about the size of a small truck. Every few seconds there were small blue lightning, erupting from the platform like it was under current.

And in the middle of it was something that looked like a cockpit from an aircraft, only without wings and engines.

Suddenly the lit slowly opened, the glass and metal object moving upwards. The politicians and several British, French and German soldiers were watching the scene with their mouths wide open.

When the lit was finally open, a person stood up, totally enveloped in a black full body suit. All of the soldiers now aimed at the strange looking person who slowly walked towards them.

Some of the soldiers stepped a bit back, surprisingly even more scared when they first fought against the alien invaders. Suddenly one of the soldiers opened fire, holding the trigger of his machine gun. Like this was an order, all of them opened fire, from German Sturmgewehre 44, British Lanchester submachine guns and French MAS-38s. Within seconds they all emptied their magazines. It must have been hundreds of bullets that had been shot at this person.

But he was unharmed, all the bullets were hanging in the air, like they were inside a glass wall, just floating about one meter before that person.

Then with a clacking sound they all fell to the floor. Some of the soldiers let their rifles fall too, raising their hands up.

But the person just shook his head and said without any accent:

"There is no need for fear, brave soldiers. Just like you..." he opened his helmet at took it off, shaking his hair, "...I am human."

Until now no-one of the politicians had said anything and it seemed that neither of them would be able to within the next few minutes.

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"From the future?", the French General asked disbelievingly.

The British Prime Minister, who was now sitting in his polsterd chair again, just took a sip from a metal flask, soothing his old nerves with a bit of Whiskey, as did the Soviet commissar with a bit of Wodka. Only the German Fuhrer and the French General just took a glas of water, preferring to stay at attentive as possible.

"That is true...and not. You can say I am from another dimension."

"Another dimension?" the Vice president asked. They were all now sitting around a table in a bunker, while the soldiers on the surface were trying to cover the equipment the weird visitor brought with.

"Yes. To explain it simple, I am from another dimension where this invasion here by these aliens never happened. At least not in 1943."

"I don't know if I understand. You just said before that you come from the year 2143, but now you tell us, that the invasion never happened. How can that be?"

The visitor took one of the papers on the table and started to draw, then he showed it to the politicians.

"It is like this, gentlemen, this line here, the big one is your time-line, and here at this point we have 1943. But lets say something different would have happened, something that would change the entire time-line like this...." he started a new line and connected it with the point 1943 "...like the invasion would never happen, this would create an entire new time-line. Just like mine. And in my time-line we developed a technology that allows us to watch other time lines and even travel to them." He drew a line from the point 2143 of his time-line to the date 1943.

The politicians just fell silent. Nobody said a word for nearly a minute then the German Fuhrer said: "And...what are you doing here?"

"I was sent here by the United Nations Inter-dimensional Council to help you to fight these invaders and end this war, gentlemen. This is my mission. The boxes you saw out there contains everything we need to win."

The faces of all the politicians lit up, showing a sudden joy they haven't felt in months now.

"WHAT? You truly...want to help us? This is...unbelievable." the American Vice-president cried out happily.

"Yes, I can imagine it mister Vice president. You have to know that we were invaded too. Well, just sort of. Because we were studying your time-line, we got knowledge of this conquest fleet. So we were looking for this fleet in our solar system, and we found it. They didn't even come near Earth, we intercepted them in the orbit of Mars. Of course they tried to shoot our spaceships, but all their missiles were shoot down by or weapons. In the end they had to surrender without a real fight. We brought them to the Saharan dessert and the center of Australia and other places around the world, where they would live in what we call 'Reservats'. There they would also built cities for the colonial fleet, that would appear later."

"A colonial fleet is coming too?" the American politician groaned weakly. This was simply too much to stand.

"Yes, but don't worry they won't arrive yet, only about 20 years later. So we still have time to fight the conquest fleet. But still, it will take a bit of time, gentlemen, before we can start this fight here."

"NO!" the French General yelled out. "Bring out your super-weapons now. Your death rays, your bombes atomique and destroy these bastards. Half of my homeland is occupied by these little scaly devils and the other half by these Teutonic barbarians. I want them out of my country now!"

"You are mistaken. These boxes do not contain any sort of weapons."

"What?" the Soviet commissar said. "How do you want us to fight them then?"

"Well as you have all ready noticed, their technology is not that much different than yours. More advanced yes, but nothing you wouldn't be able to built yourself with some time. In fact most of their weapons are standard weapons that humans would have had in the late 1990s, if the Race hadn't invaded Earth. Even in the early 2010s we had better weapons then they have now. But I cannot built them with the machines I brought you with.
It is impossible and...no, please let me continue. It is impossible because of a strange effect we witnessed. You have to know, we already have been to other time lines, like one were the Spanish flue got totally out of control, killing the population of entire nations. We sent a scientist with similar machines I brought with to their time-line so he could make a vaccine. But as soon as the vaccine was produced by our machines, it...fell apart, it just fell apart into its single atoms.

I don't know exactly how it works, you should ask one of our scientists for that, but it is like this that the universe seems to know when something is not meant to be yet. It can only work if someone from their time would develop it. Otherwise it would just vanish. If I would take my Nano-assemblers now and would build a British vulcain bomber or an American Abrahams tanks, they would be there for a seconds and then crumble to metal dust.
The limit to this is about 15 to 17 or 18 years, it is different in each time-line. So this means that I can only built machines and technology in this time-line that was built until 1960, maybe 1961. Sorry gentlemen, but that is how it works."

"And how should we fight the lizards then? You said that their technology is about late 1990s standard. And we should fight them with tanks and aircrafts from the 50s and 60s, do I understand that right?"

"Yes. I know it may sound a bit...inappropriate, but it is true." He looked into the direction of the Soviet commissar. "Quantity has its own quality. Isn't that was your comrade Stalin always uses to say?" The commissar just nodded, grinning.

"Still, I don't feel good with this, sending our brave pilots and soldiers out there with machines that are totally insufficient, while knowing that we could have planes and guns that are supperiour to theirs, if we only had more time. 'Demand anything but time.' Yeah, Napoleon was so right."

"I am sorry but this is the situation, Mister..."

"Staufenberg, Claus von Stauffenberg, the new Fuhrer of Germany."

Now it was the visitor who was surprised. "You are...and what happened to your...predecessor?"

"Dead. Killed by the atom bomb that fell on Berlin." he shrugged. "I and some other officers took the opportunity and let arrest the entire Gestapo and Waffen SS and opened the concentration camps that were still under our control. Only because of that I am allowed to stand here and negotiate with these Gentlemen here."

"Ah, so Operation Valkyrie was successful then?"

"Operation Valkyrie?"

"Well, in my time-line you and some other officers tried to kill Hitler in 1944 and take control of the Wehrmacht and Germany and the codeword for this attempt was Operation Valkyrie. Unfortunately you failed and were executed. I am glad that in at least one time-line you were successful."

"This is all good Gentlemen, but please let's concentrate on this time-line here. The extra-terrestrials are approaching our defensive lines in the Dakotas and Kansas, and are also approaching from the south into California and Texas and are now standing right before Houston. And we believe that they are trying to conquer New York. If we don't get any help soon our lines will collapse. And believe it or not, just yesterday we got an petition from the Japanese foreign minister for help."

"The same goes for us. The Japanese asked us too, since nearly all of their aircrafts got shot down and their land forces are way too inferior to the lizard's tanks. They asked us if we could send some tanks from our Siberian battalions to northern China which is impossible, our lines are totally overstretched, we already had to abandon a great part of our nation."

"We are still trying to regroup our troops from what is left at the battle at Kursk. But we are developing new measurements together with some British engineers, one of them had a pretty good idea to put thin metal plates above our tanks as a second hull to protect them against shaped charges. But still we are loosing ground every day."

The fuhrer looked at the inter-dimensional visitor.

"We need help as soon as possible. So please, start these factories, or there will no Earth left to be defended."

"Sure, I will teleport them to some locations we already decided in my time-line, one each here and here on east and west coast of the US, one in northern France for the French and British, one in the Harz mountains in Germany, three in the USSR, one in the Ural, one in the Caucasus and one near the Pacific coast. Another one in Japan, and the final one here in Australia, near Sydney. We first will start producing more advanced infantry weapons and..."

"INFANTRY? FOR GOD'S SAKE, WE NEED TANKS, DAMNIT!" the Vice president yelled out, loosing his temper now.

"Would you please listen to me. You are allready experimenting with these kind of weapons: The rocket-propelled grenades. The US have the Bazooka, the Germans have the Panzerschreck and Panzerfaust, and shortly after the war the soviets developed the RPG-2 out of the Panzerschreck. Maybe we will even be able to produce RPG-7s. That would help a lot, this weapon is so easy to handle even a twelve year old can do it, and it was often fired by twelve year olds, believe me.

We will produce these, at least the more advanced versions of them. The nano-assemblers will be able to produce several hundred thousands of them within a week. Then I will teleport a great deal of them around the world and supply resistance groups, which will bind the alien forces there. We will also build several millions of the Awtomat Kalaschnikowa 47, or just AK-47 the most produced assault rifle ever."

"Did you just say teleport?" The Prime Minister asked disbelievingly. So many wonders in so little time.

The visitor showed a small device that was attached to his left arm.

"This device here can do it. It can teleport me around the entire planet and equipment up to ten tons, but only a limited amount each day, before the energy cells have to reload themselves again. Another function of this machine here is mass-energy conversion. You have to know that the Nano-assemblers work like this, they can build everything atom by atom, so the easier something is to build, the faster it can be done. But it still needs the material. And this can either be done by simply putting it if front of the assembler and then it is...well sucked up by the machine and the atoms are regrouped to make something else. Or I take this device here and go to an area that has for example high deposits of iron or Titanium. Within a range of about 200 meters it can suck up every atom of this element and store it, then I can go back and upload it into the assembler and then it is built into a new weapon."

"So you want to say that we don't need any factories then. Only a safe building or even better an underground bunker where we can store these assemblers."

"Yes, that is all we need, since they also are powered by Zero-Point Energy. And please don't ask me what that is, that is way beyond your knowledge, and mine too." He snickered.

"What I want to tell you, that before we can start an worldwide attack we have to gather strength and also teach your soldiers how to use the weapons. That is why we have first to supply the rebels around the world. So your armies can be educated how to use, for example, F-86 Sabres, F-104, Mig 15s and 17s, which are good jets and we can equip them with your early guided missiles, like AIM-9 Sidewinders.
But don't set your hopes too high, even when we equip them with missile-warners and active countermeasures like flares and chaff, we will loose a lot of these aircrafts. But your soldiers have something that they don't have. Experience. The lizards did never fight an equal enemy so their tactics, as you maybe have already experienced, are really poor."

"What else are you planning to build?" the French General wanted to know.

"Mostly important...gunships, or helicopters. Best would be the Bell UH-1, it can be equipped with nearly any weapons, MGs, Machine canons, rockets and so forth. And of course tanks. I will give you a list, which I plan to build to fight the lizards.
But first...we will talk about the bill you will have to pay for this."

The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop. Did he really just say bill?

"You...you want us to pay you?" They couldn't believe it. First he was making them high hopes and then this.

"Not in money. But rather in humanity." He looked at the German and Soviet officer. "From you I want you to retreat to your borders of 1937. Of course if the people want you to stay there, which I doubt, you can do. Otherwise..."

Then he looked at the Prime-minister and the General. "And you will dissolve your colonial empires. Speak over the radio to the citizens of your colonies that if they will fight against the Race, you will grant them full independence."

"What you demand is impossible!"

"If you want to preserve your homeland, do it. I am even doing you a favor. Did you think that after World-war 2, they would have stood calm, while they fought for you? Of course not, they started uprising against you..."he pointed at the French General "...you would have experienced something that bordered on civil war, when then Maghreb states wanted their independence. In the end you had grant them full independence, but it was the end of the fourth republic and countless lives were lost, just because you were too proud and too stubborn, as if you did not learn it when you were defeated at Diem Biem Phu."

The two politicians looked down as if thinking hard.

"Maybe...maybe we can find an agreement, that they would give us...time to bring our settlers home or..."

"I will be the mediator between you and your colonies. Nevertheless the most important step has to be this one: We have to form a single organization that represents earth and its armies. This will send a shock-wave through the armies of the Race. Right now they are fighting dozens of armies, each only fighting for their own country. How do you think would they react if suddenly all these armies would fight under the same banner?"

"You want us to merge all our armed forces? This is absurd." the American Vice-President protested.

"No, but at least add to each of your own national emblems the one you decide what should represent Earth. This will start the first cracks in the confidence of the Race."

He showed the Emblem on his chest, a worldmap with two oil branches.

"This here is the Emblem of the United Nations in my timeline. It was officially formed after WW II that it may never happen again. It was a symbol of peace, and although not always successful, in the end we achieved it. In 2103 we had been able to declare world peace. Now let us found this organization again, as a symbol of humanity.

Gentlemen, let us establish the United Nations of Planet Earth."

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---Somewhere outside London, United Kingdom, EArth (Tosev 3) ---

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The vice president of the United States slammed his hand on the table to stop the quarrel between the German Fuhrer, the people's commissar for foreign affairs, Michailowitsch Molotow, and the British prime minister Winston Churchill.

"We haven't even talked for half an hour and you are already on the brink of fighting each other again. We truly have other, much more serious problems now. Just look at the map."

He pointed at the map on the wall, nearly the entire southern hemisphere was colored in yellow, and also on the northern hemisphere there was a lot of yellow, but there was still a lot of blue, red and brown.

"We already lost half of the planet to these extraterrestrial bastards, and you have not other problems than still quarreling? Shame on you."

The German Fuhrer had wanted to reach back with his arm to send the Soviet commissar flying through the room, but decided not to do so.

"I am sorry Gentlemen", he answered in broken school English with an audible German accent, while he put his tie in order "but insulting me like this was just to much."

The Soviet commissar wrinkled his nose, but didn't answer.

"Well, since we sorted that out now...", Winston Churchill said"...maybe we should start with the negotiations about how we should start this alliance. Until now each of our nations has fought these lizards on his own, without any big success. The only chance of at least holding our positions we have now is to fight together, share the technology we have and develop new ones. Only then we have a slight chance of not ending in eternal slavery."

"Just listen to yourself..." the Soviet commissar said, "...now you are suggesting what just a few years ago you refused us, when those Ger...Nazi bastards invaded us. Your antipathy against our nation has caused the death of millions of lives, how should we know that this time you are serious?"

The Prime Minister wanted to say something , but was interrupted when somebody knocked on the door.

"Step inside." he said.

Someone who seemed to be a French officer stepped in saluted, and then offered his hand to the British and the American politician.

"Sorry I'm late Gentlemen. But the Race has bombed inner London again. Took quote some time to get here without being killed by a guided missile." He shook his head. Then he looked at the two other politicians. He just nodded into their direction, but didn't offer them his hand.

"You haven't missed anything yet Charles, only this...rougher discussion these two gentlemen nearly had."

"Oh is that so? Well, I guess if they had started one, I would have been glad to join them."

Again the Vice President had to slam at the table, this time even harder to gain the attention of everybody in the room.

"Gentlemen. Please, the situation is to dire to joke around like that. Especially you monsieur de Gaule. Your nation is nearly half occupied by these aliens, so you better should start one of your well known speeches to inspire La Resistance a bit more."

"My nation...", he started, sounding really miffed, "...la grand nation de la France, is not only occupied by these extra-terrestrials, but also by les allemands. So excuse me, Sir."

"You know I already told you that as soon as we can spare some of our equipment, we will give it to you, ending the occupation and you can fight again in your nation, at our side against the lizards."

"Sorry but I don't feel really safe now if you say this. La France has suffered enough in this war I don't want to be stabbed in my back while fighting on your side."

The German Fuhrer wiped away some sweat drops of his smooth upper lips, sighing.

"And I told you too, that I didn't want it to come where we are now. I served in the Wehrmacht as a soldier to protect this nation. It was not my fault that Hitler perverted it into...this." He shook his hand, pointing at two photographs that were lying on the table showing loads of corpses in the concentration camps in eastern Europe. At least those who were still alive don't have to fear now to die from starvation or in gas-chambers, since nearly all of eastern Europe was now occupied by the Race. From what they heard a lot of people are sympathizing with them and who could blame them?

Before anybody could say another word, an explosion directly outside the building shook the room, shattering the window and sending debris through the room. Luckily nobody of the men were standing in front of it, several years of war had taught them to be careful during a bombing raid.

"Dammit. Was this one of these guided missiles again? How can the Race know that we are here, this meeting should be top secret."

Not even a minute later two soldiers ran into the room without knocking, one was a soldier of the former British expeditionary force the other one a soldier of the Wehrmacht, only without the Swastika now.

"Sirs, this....you have to see this. We...we..."Both of them were slightly shaking, unable to tell them exactly what just happened.

The politicians just looked at each other. What the hell could happened that these war-proofen soldiers were so frightened?

They walked slowly through the outer courtyard of the building. When they all walked around the corner they froze.

They thought they would find a crater, maybe a half exploded bomb from the alien invaders, but they didn't expect this.

A metallic platform nearly twenty meter in diameter was standing there, and on the platform where nine metal boxes, stacked in three piles, each one about the size of a small truck. Every few seconds there were small blue lightning, erupting from the platform like it was under current.

And in the middle of it was something that looked like a cockpit from an aircraft, only without wings and engines.

Suddenly the lit slowly opened, the glass and metal object moving upwards. The politicians and several British, French and German soldiers were watching the scene with their mouths wide open.

When the lit was finally open, a person stood up, totally enveloped in a black full body suit. All of the soldiers now aimed at the strange looking person who slowly walked towards them.

Some of the soldiers stepped a bit back, surprisingly even more scared when they first fought against the alien invaders. Suddenly one of the soldiers opened fire, holding the trigger of his machine gun. Like this was an order, all of them opened fire, from German Sturmgewehre 44, British Lanchester submachine guns and French MAS-38s. Within seconds they all emptied their magazines. It must have been hundreds of bullets that had been shot at this person.

But he was unharmed, all the bullets were hanging in the air, like they were inside a glass wall, just floating about one meter before that person.

Then with a clacking sound they all fell to the floor. Some of the soldiers let their rifles fall too, raising their hands up.

But the person just shook his head and said without any accent:

"There is no need for fear, brave soldiers. Just like you..." he opened his helmet at took it off, shaking his hair, "...I am human."

Until now no-one of the politicians had said anything and it seemed that neither of them would be able to within the next few minutes.

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"From the future?", the French General asked disbelievingly.

The British Prime Minister, who was now sitting in his polsterd chair again, just took a sip from a metal flask, soothing his old nerves with a bit of Whiskey, as did the Soviet commissar with a bit of Wodka. Only the German Fuhrer and the French General just took a glas of water, preferring to stay at attentive as possible.

"That is true...and not. You can say I am from another dimension."

"Another dimension?" the Vice president asked. They were all now sitting around a table in a bunker, while the soldiers on the surface were trying to cover the equipment the weird visitor brought with.

"Yes. To explain it simple, I am from another dimension where this invasion here by these aliens never happened. At least not in 1943."

"I don't know if I understand. You just said before that you come from the year 2143, but now you tell us, that the invasion never happened. How can that be?"

The visitor took one of the papers on the table and started to draw, then he showed it to the politicians.

"It is like this, gentlemen, this line here, the big one is your time-line, and here at this point we have 1943. But lets say something different would have happened, something that would change the entire time-line like this...." he started a new line and connected it with the point 1943 "...like the invasion would never happen, this would create an entire new time-line. Just like mine. And in my time-line we developed a technology that allows us to watch other time lines and even travel to them." He drew a line from the point 2143 of his time-line to the date 1943.

The politicians just fell silent. Nobody said a word for nearly a minute then the German Fuhrer said: "And...what are you doing here?"

"I was sent here by the United Nations Inter-dimensional Council to help you to fight these invaders and end this war, gentlemen. This is my mission. The boxes you saw out there contains everything we need to win."

The faces of all the politicians lit up, showing a sudden joy they haven't felt in months now.

"WHAT? You truly...want to help us? This is...unbelievable." the American Vice-president cried out happily.

"Yes, I can imagine it mister Vice president. You have to know that we were invaded too. Well, just sort of. Because we were studying your time-line, we got knowledge of this conquest fleet. So we were looking for this fleet in our solar system, and we found it. They didn't even come near Earth, we intercepted them in the orbit of Mars. Of course they tried to shoot our spaceships, but all their missiles were shoot down by or weapons. In the end they had to surrender without a real fight. We brought them to the Saharan dessert and the center of Australia and other places around the world, where they would live in what we call 'Reservats'. There they would also built cities for the colonial fleet, that would appear later."

"A colonial fleet is coming too?" the American politician groaned weakly. This was simply too much to stand.

"Yes, but don't worry they won't arrive yet, only about 20 years later. So we still have time to fight the conquest fleet. But still, it will take a bit of time, gentlemen, before we can start this fight here."

"NO!" the French General yelled out. "Bring out your super-weapons now. Your death rays, your bombes atomique and destroy these bastards. Half of my homeland is occupied by these little scaly devils and the other half by these Teutonic barbarians. I want them out of my country now!"

"You are mistaken. These boxes do not contain any sort of weapons."

"What?" the Soviet commissar said. "How do you want us to fight them then?"

"Well as you have all ready noticed, their technology is not that much different than yours. More advanced yes, but nothing you wouldn't be able to built yourself with some time. In fact most of their weapons are standard weapons that humans would have had in the late 1990s, if the Race hadn't invaded Earth. Even in the early 2010s we had better weapons then they have now. But I cannot built them with the machines I brought you with.
It is impossible and...no, please let me continue. It is impossible because of a strange effect we witnessed. You have to know, we already have been to other time lines, like one were the Spanish flue got totally out of control, killing the population of entire nations. We sent a scientist with similar machines I brought with to their time-line so he could make a vaccine. But as soon as the vaccine was produced by our machines, it...fell apart, it just fell apart into its single atoms.

I don't know exactly how it works, you should ask one of our scientists for that, but it is like this that the universe seems to know when something is not meant to be yet. It can only work if someone from their time would develop it. Otherwise it would just vanish. If I would take my Nano-assemblers now and would build a British vulcain bomber or an American Abrahams tanks, they would be there for a seconds and then crumble to metal dust.
The limit to this is about 15 to 17 or 18 years, it is different in each time-line. So this means that I can only built machines and technology in this time-line that was built until 1960, maybe 1961. Sorry gentlemen, but that is how it works."

"And how should we fight the lizards then? You said that their technology is about late 1990s standard. And we should fight them with tanks and aircrafts from the 50s and 60s, do I understand that right?"

"Yes. I know it may sound a bit...inappropriate, but it is true." He looked into the direction of the Soviet commissar. "Quantity has its own quality. Isn't that was your comrade Stalin always uses to say?" The commissar just nodded, grinning.

"Still, I don't feel good with this, sending our brave pilots and soldiers out there with machines that are totally insufficient, while knowing that we could have planes and guns that are supperiour to theirs, if we only had more time. 'Demand anything but time.' Yeah, Napoleon was so right."

"I am sorry but this is the situation, Mister..."

"Staufenberg, Claus von Stauffenberg, the new Fuhrer of Germany."

Now it was the visitor who was surprised. "You are...and what happened to your...predecessor?"

"Dead. Killed by the atom bomb that fell on Berlin." he shrugged. "I and some other officers took the opportunity and let arrest the entire Gestapo and Waffen SS and opened the concentration camps that were still under our control. Only because of that I am allowed to stand here and negotiate with these Gentlemen here."

"Ah, so Operation Valkyrie was successful then?"

"Operation Valkyrie?"

"Well, in my time-line you and some other officers tried to kill Hitler in 1944 and take control of the Wehrmacht and Germany and the codeword for this attempt was Operation Valkyrie. Unfortunately you failed and were executed. I am glad that in at least one time-line you were successful."

"This is all good Gentlemen, but please let's concentrate on this time-line here. The extra-terrestrials are approaching our defensive lines in the Dakotas and Kansas, and are also approaching from the south into California and Texas and are now standing right before Houston. And we believe that they are trying to conquer New York. If we don't get any help soon our lines will collapse. And believe it or not, just yesterday we got an petition from the Japanese foreign minister for help."

"The same goes for us. The Japanese asked us too, since nearly all of their aircrafts got shot down and their land forces are way too inferior to the lizard's tanks. They asked us if we could send some tanks from our Siberian battalions to northern China which is impossible, our lines are totally overstretched, we already had to abandon a great part of our nation."

"We are still trying to regroup our troops from what is left at the battle at Kursk. But we are developing new measurements together with some British engineers, one of them had a pretty good idea to put thin metal plates above our tanks as a second hull to protect them against shaped charges. But still we are loosing ground every day."

The fuhrer looked at the inter-dimensional visitor.

"We need help as soon as possible. So please, start these factories, or there will no Earth left to be defended."

"Sure, I will teleport them to some locations we already decided in my time-line, one each here and here on east and west coast of the US, one in northern France for the French and British, one in the Harz mountains in Germany, three in the USSR, one in the Ural, one in the Caucasus and one near the Pacific coast. Another one in Japan, and the final one here in Australia, near Sydney. We first will start producing more advanced infantry weapons and..."

"INFANTRY? FOR GOD'S SAKE, WE NEED TANKS, DAMNIT!" the Vice president yelled out, loosing his temper now.

"Would you please listen to me. You are allready experimenting with these kind of weapons: The rocket-propelled grenades. The US have the Bazooka, the Germans have the Panzerschreck and Panzerfaust, and shortly after the war the soviets developed the RPG-2 out of the Panzerschreck. Maybe we will even be able to produce RPG-7s. That would help a lot, this weapon is so easy to handle even a twelve year old can do it, and it was often fired by twelve year olds, believe me.

We will produce these, at least the more advanced versions of them. The nano-assemblers will be able to produce several hundred thousands of them within a week. Then I will teleport a great deal of them around the world and supply resistance groups, which will bind the alien forces there. We will also build several millions of the Awtomat Kalaschnikowa 47, or just AK-47 the most produced assault rifle ever."

"Did you just say teleport?" The Prime Minister asked disbelievingly. So many wonders in so little time.

The visitor showed a small device that was attached to his left arm.

"This device here can do it. It can teleport me around the entire planet and equipment up to ten tons, but only a limited amount each day, before the energy cells have to reload themselves again. Another function of this machine here is mass-energy conversion. You have to know that the Nano-assemblers work like this, they can build everything atom by atom, so the easier something is to build, the faster it can be done. But it still needs the material. And this can either be done by simply putting it if front of the assembler and then it is...well sucked up by the machine and the atoms are regrouped to make something else. Or I take this device here and go to an area that has for example high deposits of iron or Titanium. Within a range of about 200 meters it can suck up every atom of this element and store it, then I can go back and upload it into the assembler and then it is built into a new weapon."

"So you want to say that we don't need any factories then. Only a safe building or even better an underground bunker where we can store these assemblers."

"Yes, that is all we need, since they also are powered by Zero-Point Energy. And please don't ask me what that is, that is way beyond your knowledge, and mine too." He snickered.

"What I want to tell you, that before we can start an worldwide attack we have to gather strength and also teach your soldiers how to use the weapons. That is why we have first to supply the rebels around the world. So your armies can be educated how to use, for example, F-86 Sabres, F-104, Mig 15s and 17s, which are good jets and we can equip them with your early guided missiles, like AIM-9 Sidewinders.
But don't set your hopes too high, even when we equip them with missile-warners and active countermeasures like flares and chaff, we will loose a lot of these aircrafts. But your soldiers have something that they don't have. Experience. The lizards did never fight an equal enemy so their tactics, as you maybe have already experienced, are really poor."

"What else are you planning to build?" the French General wanted to know.

"Mostly important...gunships, or helicopters. Best would be the Bell UH-1, it can be equipped with nearly any weapons, MGs, Machine canons, rockets and so forth. And of course tanks. I will give you a list, which I plan to build to fight the lizards.
But first...we will talk about the bill you will have to pay for this."

The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop. Did he really just say bill?

"You...you want us to pay you?" They couldn't believe it. First he was making them high hopes and then this.

"Not in money. But rather in humanity." He looked at the German and Soviet officer. "From you I want you to retreat to your borders of 1937. Of course if the people want you to stay there, which I doubt, you can do. Otherwise..."

Then he looked at the Prime-minister and the General. "And you will dissolve your colonial empires. Speak over the radio to the citizens of your colonies that if they will fight against the Race, you will grant them full independence."

"What you demand is impossible!"

"If you want to preserve your homeland, do it. I am even doing you a favor. Did you think that after World-war 2, they would have stood calm, while they fought for you? Of course not, they started uprising against you..."he pointed at the French General "...you would have experienced something that bordered on civil war, when then Maghreb states wanted their independence. In the end you had grant them full independence, but it was the end of the fourth republic and countless lives were lost, just because you were too proud and too stubborn, as if you did not learn it when you were defeated at Diem Biem Phu."

The two politicians looked down as if thinking hard.

"Maybe...maybe we can find an agreement, that they would give us...time to bring our settlers home or..."

"I will be the mediator between you and your colonies. Nevertheless the most important step has to be this one: We have to form a single organization that represents earth and its armies. This will send a shock-wave through the armies of the Race. Right now they are fighting dozens of armies, each only fighting for their own country. How do you think would they react if suddenly all these armies would fight under the same banner?"

"You want us to merge all our armed forces? This is absurd." the American Vice-President protested.

"No, but at least add to each of your own national emblems the one you decide what should represent Earth. This will start the first cracks in the confidence of the Race."

He showed the Emblem on his chest, a worldmap with two oil branches.

"This here is the Emblem of the United Nations in my timeline. It was officially formed after WW II that it may never happen again. It was a symbol of peace, and although not always successful, in the end we achieved it. In 2103 we had been able to declare world peace. Now let us found this organization again, as a symbol of humanity.

Gentlemen, let us establish the United Nations of Planet Earth."