Jacobi Jarzen Tadel - Echoes of Destiny

1. Auflage 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9906318-2-8
Verlag: TeBo Publishing
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 240 Seiten

Jarzen awakens aboard a crashed space ship; with no memory of who he is; or of what he is capable of doing. Jarzen is among four perfect specimens who are obviously from a different race; as they are all more than a galactic foot taller than Jarzen and twice his mass in stature. Together, they set out on foot in a primitive world where bows, arrows, spears, swords, and hatchets are the weapons of the era.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Jacobi, Robert

Leseproben

CHAPTER ONE LOST The Valarian, Jarzen’s amazing new personal spaceship, came out of Geni fully cloaked, fifty-thousand standard galactic miles above the planet. Everyone’s worst fear had come to pass. Thromax was the next target. The six colossal emitters were settling into their final geosynchronous orbit positions, which would form an enormous circular teleportation portal in space. From this vantage point it became apparent how the transport of a planet was facilitated. Once activated, under its own power, the transporter portal would pass over Thromax in solar seconds and the planet would be instantly transported---but---to where? Jarzen closed his eyes and concentrated; he increased the virtual density in standard galactic tons of weight of the Valarian by one thousand times. He opened his eyes and ordered the Valarian to attack the nearest emitter. No sooner than Jarzen had given the order to attack; when the Valarian itself came under a massive attack. The force attacking Valarian, judging by the intensity of the attack, was a great many ships; how many was unknown, because these ships possessed a cloaking capability Elapsist technology could not detect. Jarzen concentrated on the Valarian’s sensor and thought about the needed upgrade to correct the sensor deficiency plus a weapon systems enhancement; then he thought to his subconscious mind, fill in the gaps and make it so. His subconscious mind answered, don’t we always; then Jarzen heard an obviously excited Movious shout, “We now have twelve targets; they just appeared on our sensors from out of nowhere.” Jarzen heard himself yell, “open fire, fire at will” and for the first time he heard the awesome fire power of the Valarian. They had fired off enough volleys to destroy one hundred federation ships when a vocally excited Varian said, “We have destroyed one ship, no two, make that three, and the others are pulling back.” Varian asked Jarzen what he had done to the ship to counter the massive attack. Jarzen was in the process of telling him when Movious called out. “This cannot be good. There is an uncloaked ship bearing down on us. It is without a doubt, the largest ship I have ever seen. Ship’s sensors tell me this ship is sixty standard galactic miles long, twenty standard galactic miles wide and ten standard galactic miles high. It weighs over ten billion standard galactic tons and it is picking up speed as it closes on us. I do not believe it intends to stop.” Jarzen shouted, “On screen,” and the entire screen was filled by the charging ship. Jarzen placed his hands on the battle desk, closed his eyes, concentrated, and in the blink of an eye, Jarzen moved the Valarian one hundred thousand standard galactic miles. Movious’ “well done,” caused Jarzen to open his eyes; he took a deep breath and ordered the Valarian back into the battle. The Valarian came out of Geni with all guns blazing on the nearest transporter portal emitter; they were now on the opposite side of the planet from where the huge ship had tried to run them down. The heavily shielded emitter returned fire in an unbelievable barrage. It quickly became apparent, the Valarian could not damage the emitter; it also appeared that the emitter could not damage the Valarian. As Jarzen formulated the next phase of his attack plan, there was a tremendous jolt, and the Valarian was listing at a steep angle towards her right-side. All power was out throughout the ship. While uninjured, Jarzen was sprawled in darkness against the far bulkhead of the command deck. He called out, and received no answer. He reached out with his mind, to the amnet, but he still received no answer. Jarzen was just beginning to become concerned when his subconscious mind emerged in his conscious mind; we are here. The giant ship has unleashed an unknown energy based weapon upon us. The enemy ship has turned away; it will be necessary for you to re-energize the Valarian and the AM-Us. Jarzen half crawled, half dragged himself to the battle desk. He pulled himself to his feet, put his hands on the battle desk, he closed his eyes again and concentrated. His intention was to simultaneously re-energize the ship and all of the AM-Us on board. As all systems began to come back on line, Jarzen increased the ship power potential by one hundred times; then he increased that amount by one thousand times. He was about to increase it again when his subconscious mind thought, that is enough power to destroy a small sun; it should be more than sufficient to destroy these ships and all six emitters. Jarzen smiled and ordered the Valarian to engage the enemy, and to destroy every unit, ship, or emitter as they came within firing range. Jarzen felt the Valarian leap into battle. Movious called out, “We may not be in time to save the planet.” Jarzen felt and heard the ship’s pulsar cannons fire and Varian proclaimed the destruction of two more ships. Movious announced the emitter portal had activated and had begun its rapid pass over the planet. Speaking in a calm voice, Movious continued his report, relaying current information from his scanner, which showed the Valarian was now engaged in an all-out assault from seven enemy ships that were intentionally blocking their path. Movious called out again, the planet had disappeared and the gigantic ship was making for the still active planet-swallowing portal. In quick succession, Jarzen ordered his ship to full speed. He ordered Varian to follow the giant ship into the portal, and to open fire on and to destroy all six emitters, as the Valarian passed through the center of the portal. * * * Rachio had once again disregarded his orders. After downloading all of the vital data from the Valarian to the separated uniquadrant sections of the Crystal Topaz he ordered the AM-U captains of every vessel to each take in tow one of the damaged ships of the crystal fleet and to return best possible speed to Elapses, to report to Q. Rachio had been within sensor range of the planet Thromax and had witnessed the entire battle like a silent video. He tracked the movement of the ships. He saw the Valarian destroy all twelve of the attacking ships and he witnessed it make its run through the center of the six emitters. He witnessed the Valarian and all six emitters vanish from his sensor screen. Rachio arrived at the battle site a few solar minutes after the battle, but additional sensor sweeps and a comprehensive search produced nothing but the charred debris from the twelve ships the Valarian had destroyed. There was no trace of Jarzen or the Valarian. * * * Movious called out to Jarzen, “Do not fire on the emitters as we pass through.” Events were unfolding, seemingly in slow-motion and in nanoseconds at the same time. Movious’ warning was too late. As the Valarian entered the still active portal; the Triple e enhanced Valarian simultaneously opened fire on all six emitters, instantly destroying them. The ship accelerated exponentially into full, total, and complete darkness; all sense of time and reality were suspended for everyone on board, A-I, AM-Us, and human. * * * When Jarzen revived, he was lying face down on the forward optical lens of the main bridge. Looking out of the front view port, he could see only darkness, where his view of outer space should have been. Emergency power-cell lighting was on and he turned over and sat up. Looking around and getting his bearings, incredulous as it seemed, he decided he was on a space ship. Jarzen determined the ship was no longer moving. At least he thought it was a space ship, however, if it was a ship, well, it was standing nearly upright on its nose. Jarzen called out into the dim light, “Is anyone there?” He was startled, when a voice answered, “Yes, I am here; who are you?” Jarzen was about to answer, but it seemed he did not have an answer, so instead he asked, “Who are you?” There was a hesitation and then the voice answered, “I cannot remember my name.” Another voice called out, “I too am unable to remember my name.” This was echoed by two others. Jarzen spoke into the silence, “Well, that makes five of us. Does anyone know where we are or what we are doing here?” The first voice answered, “We seem to be on a space ship. As close as I can tell; a crashed space ship; as to where we are or what we are doing here? I do not have an answer. I have been unable to activate the ship’s log. There is no usable information on the ship’s mission available on the mainframe, but there is a photo roster in the primary core memory of ninety-four individuals; hopefully we will all be listed.” The person, of each of the five voices, was able to be identified, but none could identify themselves, as they could not see themselves. The identification photo roster, it was determined, was for the ship’s A-I, which was no longer operational. The five were identified as Movious, Varian, Ticious, Oreious, and Jarzen. Jarzen was by far the smallest and least physically imposing of the group. Following a short discussion, it was agreed, they were indeed on a crashed space ship, which had crash landed nose first, and was standing up at a one hundred forty degree angle. After all five crash survivors had each made several failed attempts to try and activate any of the ship’s primary systems, they determined the ship would never fly again. Because all five of the crash survivors were dressed differently, their garb gave them no additional clues as to who they were. The one called...