Ukray The Galactic Rescue

"A Journey Beyond the Mars"
1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 978-625-387-137-6
Verlag: eKitap Projesi
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, 300 Seiten

Simon Vale, a young boy with a passion for the stars and the universe, embarks on a journey to Mars to reconnect with the Martian people. He learns about the struggles of the Martian inhabitants and the Zamorath race, who sought to consume their resources. As they travel through the Martian caves, Simon and Arcana discuss the stories of the Martian people and plan an event to recover and share their identity.
As the Martians work together to tell their stories, the amphitheater on Mars becomes a beacon of hope and connection among the Martians. Simon discovers rooms filled with relics documenting the Elari's long history, including intricate carvings depicting tales of creation and disaster, thriving societies, and deep-seated conflict. Arcana guides Simon through the rooms, revealing their rich tapestry of music, art, and ceremonies.
Simon learns to negotiate the culture of the Elari, a society woven together like stars in the night sky. They share a deep connection, learning from each other's struggles and forming partnerships. However, their society is fractured by tales of strife and separation, revealing the fragility of human history.
Simon realizes that his own decisions now link with those of the Elari, driven by a desire for purpose and connection. Their society becomes a crucible for self-reflection, pushing him to face the ghosts he had long evaded.
Understanding more deeply shapes Simon's path, as he becomes a champion for both his new friends and the legacy of mankind. The Alliance will prepare to protect their existence, one linked with Simon's, in the coming days.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Ukray, Murat

Leseproben

The Last Night on Earth

Under the general shroud of star-filled night, the universe before Simon Vale appeared eternally small, before him a sea of glittering diamonds calling to him out to the immensity of the cosmos. He stood at the launch site, his heart pounding in his chest, and somehow seemed to enlarge the excitement and fear growing in him. A single figure before the glittering metallic shape of the starship, he gazed up, the immensity above seeping into him, filling the emptiness about to surround him entirely.

Standing to leave, he was suddenly inundated with memories, vivid images of an existence of exploration and curiosity. He nearly heard the soft laugh of his parents, both of whom were scientists attempting to discover the universe's secrets. They instilled within him his passion for the stars from the time he was born, and his existence was filled with tales of faraway worlds and the universe's possibilities beyond the fragile blue one they were living in.

The memories unfolded like pages in one of his favorite books. He was again a young kid, sprinting across the lawn barefoot, his small hands carrying his childhood telescope, one passed to him from his father. He'd bring it to the rooftop every evening with it, staring into the night, chest puffing with anticipation. He'd lose himself among the stars, envisioning worlds revolving around such distant suns. At any given time, the world was attainable, full of promise.

* * *

Now, the weight of leaving bore down upon Simon—his last night on Earth, in the familiar pull of gravity. He took deep breaths, the heady mix of fear and excitement churned within him, echoing the conflicting emotions that wrangled in his chest. Fear insidiously stole in, seeping into the corners of his mind, questioning the passion that had driven him to reach for the stars.

"I ought to be glad," he complained to himself, his voice overridden by the purr of machinery and muted voices of his team in the distance. "Why is it I cannot shake this feeling?"

A shout in the distance snapped him back to reality. He scanned his surroundings to see colleagues and friends scrambling to prepare for the takeoff, faces glowing with excitement, full of hope. They yearned for adventure, but their hopes were entwined with Simon's, as with every smile they threw his way, he realized he had scant minutes left to retain the friendships he was about to leave behind.

Childhood curiosity about the universe, however, years later became one certain aspiration: to encounter extraterrestrial beings. There was the fascination of Mars calling to him—a planet charged with the aura of his parents’ hopes, whose spirit would inspire each of his works. However, at the approach to his journey, domestic comfort began to shine so brightly in comparison to the blackness of space and filled his heart with grief.

"For the sake of science!" his dad would say with a wink, hoisting Simon up onto his shoulders to gaze at the stars. They were evenings of giggles and stories, of fingers weaving in the air as he explained celestial events to his wide-eyed son. They captivated Simon, but they ignited a passion as wide as the universe to remain there.

* * *

His mother perpetually fueled his fascination, speaking of the wonders of science they were to see, bringing the universe to him like a harvest to the table, star by star. Simon still remembered the trip they made to visit the planetarium, the soft light of the stars above transfiguring the cozy embrace of his mother to one of infinite expansiveness in him, in him to stay for the rest of his life. Wonders ignited his mind, and the universe became home to him.

Home was what he left behind when he departed, and there, recalling all that, he felt as though he was ripping away at pieces of himself—pieces nurtured through years of support and encouragement but now being sacrificed in return for the promise of something else. Night deepened, shadows lengthened, and with the shadows, the emptiness of his choice wrapped about him harder.

His heart skipped again, but he took the opportunity to truly observe, to see the faces of the people he'd grown to care for. On the rim of the launch pad itself, Clara stood, one of the engineers whose chuckles during the silent lulls in between work projects had punctuated so many late nights. They'd worked late into the night, poring through schematics and mockups, hunting for mistakes well after the shadows. And yet, as she waved at him now, her smile not touched by the uncertainty still hovering in the air, Simon's uncertainty tore wide apart. Would he ever get the chance to experience such moments again?

"How're you, Simon?" Clara asked, approaching him and brushing her raven-black hair away from her face, her bright, shining eyes brimming with energy. "Ready to conquer the universe?"

It was like she sensed the storm of thought within him, calming him momentarily. He pretended to smile. "Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Just… with the distance, you know?"

"Distance is just a figure, isn't it?" Clara replied cheerfully in spite of the gravity of the question hanging in the air. "Consider it to be the takeoff for your aspirations. You are going to accomplish something gigantic!"

He nodded, his passion roused by hers. He remembered sitting up late at night speculating about what they might discover. He'd confided in her so much about his visions for the unknown nations they were traveling to—everything now seemed so tangible, so near to being achieved nearly.

Beneath the starry expanse which glittered like diamonds, in the back of his mind there grew bittersweet nostalgia as he set about preparing, with all his strength, for the days to come. With all his very soul, he wished to be prepared for the unforeseen and the novelty of discovery to come. Yet, home's warmth still pulled at him—the memory of sitting and watching his father launch paper rockets into the summer air, the heart full of excitement, the scent of summer's grass still lingering in the air, away from the sterilized air of the space tunnel.

Simon's dad would tell Simon there were no substitutes for emotional bonds developed under the shelter of support and love.

"Don't ever forget, Simon," she'd reminded him on one of the evenings they'd spend gazing up at the stars. "The universe is big, but love bridges all space, even."

The words of his mother rang in Simon's ears, reverberating deep within the cells of his brain as he remembered the fleeting minutes of togetherness as one family. He gripped the thought with all his might, holding every reminder in his head as if they were fine strands of light liable to vanish at any moment.

"Check your gear, Simon!" a voice snapped, shaking him back to alertness. One of the other engineers rushed him back to the flurry of preparations. Each heartbeat seemed to feel its urgency as he re-focussed.

Minutes passed into the next, lost in work, the hum of machines drowning out fear and uncertainty. Simon worked furiously with his team, scanning the systems, tightening screws, preparing the ship to take him into the great unknown. The outside world receded to the hum of far-away sounds; all, all of its energy, intent solely on the trip itself.

Every breath felt heavy with the weight of what was ahead, even in the midst of the chaos. He looked up again and saw the stars blinking reassuringly, like old friends calling him home. Even though the Earth was familiar, it felt more and more far away.

After several hours, the countdown began to move.

Simon's heart pounded as the engines roared to life. The night's shadows changed, and as the reality of leaving grew closer to him, he felt conflicted. In slow motion, his last moments on earth were woven together with strands of love, laughter, and uncertainty to create a single, poignant tapestry.

It was finally time. After taking a final, yearning look at the horizon, which glistened as though it were covered in promises, he entered the ship, the hatch closing behind him, enclosing him in a cocoon of ambition and technology. He was seated in his assigned position, and the vibrations he could feel humming through the metal increased his sense of anticipation.

Simon was brought back to the present when the commander's voice reverberated throughout the cabin, "Commence launches." "Five, four, three, two, one, ..." A kaleidoscope of emotions swept through him as the ship propelled forward, startling him in his seat. Excitement, fear, and joy—each heartbeat echoing in time with the engines' rumble.

The farewell lingered, sweet and heavy, like the final notes of a favorite song, but soon they...