Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2006 17:29:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Earth Reborn 15
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Chapter 15 Descent
I was so happy to hear Khore's voice, but it hadn't exactly been good
news. They had him, or at least the part of him that I thought mattered.
I wiped my eyes as I rose from the floor. I started walking again through
the hallway.
"TK, Khore said that I was not allowed to absorb all ship
information?" I said aloud.
"Yes Bransen that is what Khore instructed and what you just heard.
It was for your own safety. It would never have been allowed even if he
had not stated it. I am not allowed to harm you or do anything that might
as a result of my actions cause you harm." TK answered.
"Sounds like a lot of double talk to me." I huffed.
"Sucks to be you!" TK quipped.
"Maybe... maybe not." I answered.
"TK, Khore said that the Kotanare coming. Have you any records on
such a race?" I asked.
"No Bransen."
"Have you detected anything moving in this direction?"
"Yes Bransen. There are approximately 32,295,185 objects coming in
this general direction at this moment. Meteorites, debris, asteroids, and
a very large concentration of objects on the edge of this solar system."
"TK, The large concentration of objects. What are they?"
"Unknown."
"Are they heading in our direction?"
"The objects are moving from the remains of the previous planet and
now moving toward the fifth astral body in this solar system."
"Did it NOT occur to you that these might be the Kotan?" I was
quickly losing my temper. "And what do you mean 'remains' of the previous
planet?"
"Weeellllll excuuuussssse me! I have no reference point to say what
might or might not be the Kotan, though these objects do seem to be moving
with some form of intelligence. They have just altered their course since
entering this solar system. From this recent course change there is a 83%
probability they will continue from planet to planet until they have
arrived at this one." TK snapped at me.
"You said that they were now heading for the fifth planet? What
happened to going to the planets between that and the 9th?"
"Their current orbits place them at a greater distance than the fifth
planet." Answered TK
"TK, I want you to give me all command and operations information.
Download it to my leaky brain." I commanded.
"I'm sorry Bransen, Khore's orders were clear about downloading ship
information to your mind." TK answered.
"Khore said you were not allowed to give me all ship information. He
did not say you couldn't give me parts of it." I smirked at the thought.
There was a moment of silence. "Agreed." TK finally replied.
Images flashed through my mind as I saw the intricacies of ship
systems and how they interacted. It was so much information I found myself
squeezing my eyes shut in a weak attempt to avert sensory overload. I was
lost in numbers and images feeling them pile over my mind threatening to
spill out like a bowl of water. When I thought there couldn't possibly be
any more information it continued to push and push. The saying "Pounding
ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag" came to mind as my world spun.
"Complete." Was the last word I heard before feeling the cool floor
crush against my body.
"Welcome back Captain Dumbass" came TK's voice.
I opened my eyes. I was happy the lightning was lower than the
bright of the hallway I had just been in. I had passed out and been
transported here. I felt the information surge through my mind. I now
knew ever bypass and energy flow as different systems went on and off line
during almost instantaneous repair. It was deafening and made me dizzy. I
groaned.
"TK, is there anything we can do to cut down on the background
noise in his mind?" Doc asked from 1.3 meters from my position. OUCH.
Too much information. Weight 183 pounds, height 5'9 Hair Blond,
approximately 420 years. He lied to me!
Every miniscule piece of data concerning the Doc was racing through
my mind. Facts were filling my head faster than I could comprehend them.
It was a jumble of noise and it was driving me insane. It was like
listening to music so loud all you heard was static! Then suddenly it all
stopped.
"Bransen? Can you hear me?" I heard Doc's voice as he walked
around from behind where I lay coming into view.
"What happened?" I asked.
The look on Doc's face was not encouraging. He looked worried, and
he looked pissed. It was the look my father had when he found me in the
forest as a child. He had taken a nap and I had gone wondering and was
lost. I don't remember seeing anyone so happy and pissed off at the same
time. I also remember getting the beating of my life shortly after
returning home. Well 'Welcome Back!'. I only hoped this time it would end
less painfully.
"What were you thinking Bransen? You nearly killed the rest of the
team, and destroyed the ship." He was in a huff though the creases in his
forehead had started to smooth. He was happy I was awake.
I remembered now. I had instructed the ship to download ship
information to team members according to their area. I also remember
accidentally powering up weapons and nearly disabled the cloak before TK's
systems shut down the process. I had leaked. Random thoughts became
commands direct to the ship's computer. Millions of details and systems
flooding in and out of my mind had been too much.
"I'm sorry Doc. Khore talked to me. I heard him. Did you know the
ship was telepathic? They're hurting him Doc. The Kotanare coming!
They're eating whole worlds!" I had a hundred things to say and my lips
were barely able to keep up. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin.
"Shhhhh... listen for a moment." Doc hushed me. "TK explain to him
what has happened."
"You cheated." TK answered.
"The details TK, damn!" Doc shouted.
A long sigh sounded through the room. "You asked for operations and
command system information to be absorbed. I performed your request.
After you had operations information, you circumvented security protocol
pulling in the rest of the ships systems justifying that they were needed
for operations. Basically you raped me. I feel so violated!" sniff
sniff...
"Cut the drama TK." Doc grumbled. "Basically you have been in
contact with the Thoren science systems since you passed out. Or at least
TK has been. They've been insisting on face to face communication for the
last three days and we aren't going to be able to stall them any longer.
TK... only acknowledge verbal commands from Bransen and cut off all
communications between his mind and your systems."
"Agreed." Was TK's response.
The low roar of my mind calmed. There were a hundred different
thoughts buzzing around like flies but they were more manageable than I had
expected. My training with Khore had helped more than I had realized.
"How is the Team Doc?" I asked sitting up in bed.
"They are doing well. You're contact with Kelay at the time of
Khore's conception, and then again when Khore mingled with Dusty is the
only thing that saved you, but we can discuss that later." Doc said eyeing
me as I hopped off the table.
Doc had been quick to grab my arm seeing me sway. I was dizzy for a
moment but it passed.
"It's okay Doc. I got it now." I reassured him.
"TK, Command Level 1" I thought seeing the flash transport me to the
command deck.
"COM, Shipwide. All team members transport to Command Level 1
immediately." I announced.
I was standing on the command deck that floated in the center of the
massive command station. Almost instantly I watched as Dusty and Neek were
transported to the propulsion and power regulation station on my lower
left. Sweed and Raven appeared in a flash at the tactical station to my
lower right. Twist and Rift appeared to my upper left on the weapons
platform. Doc and Chris appeared on my upper right at the communications
station.
Every station had been built for two, and I missed my other half as I
sat down in front of my console. "Please be seated" I commanded. Each sat
in their station pulling the access terminal before them into place.
"TK... open ship operations to my mind limiting it to only essential
system. Propulsion, Tactical, Weapons, Communications, and Environmental."
The information flooded my mind but was subdued. Concentrating I
could single out smaller pieces of the noise. It was disorienting, but
becoming easier.
"Let's get airborn gentlemen." I announced.
The command deck was phenomenal. A 360 degree virtual display
surrounded us as we hovered at the core. On all sides I could see rock and
the land outside of us. Altering the view I could see past the stone that
encased us into the atmosphere and beyond. It was more than a panoramic
view. It was three dimensional in every detail, as if in the center of a
transparent sphere looking out.
"Activate the displacement cloak." I commanded.
I could see the stone and earth on the surface of the ship as we
hollowed out our space within it. It looked like a bubble floating in the
water that was rock around us.
"Dusty, Neek, Get us out of this rock and don't take your time. They
may not be able to see the ship, but they will definitely notice a huge
hole appearing out of no where. Take behind the moon and match its orbit."
The ship rose as stone and earth seemed to crumble off of the ship.
We lifted into the night before traveling at unknown speeds through the
atmosphere and into space past the Sphere Major. The point of our rain
drop shaped ship led the way as we came about behind the moon.
Neek answered, "We are in position." He muddy brown eyes looked out
in wonder. You could hear the awe in his voice.
"Pretty fucking sweet ain't it!" TK blurted.
I noticed Dusty give Neek's thigh a little squeeze as they smiled to
one another. Raven's deep black eyes just stared. His white skin and dark
features seemed to contrast against the black field of stars. Sweed didn't
seem to be taking it as well as some of the others. His color had changed
to a sickly green.
"You okay over there Sweed?"
He was breathing quickly but finally answered. "I'm afraid of
heights." He said very quietly as he white knuckled the base of his seat.
"Let go of your seat Sweed." I commanded.
He sat in place, arms flexing to get a better hold, shaking his head
back and forth.
"TK... Transport Sweed one meter to the right of his current
position." I commanded.
A white flash took him from his chair as he floated in place flailing
his arms and legs. He was hollering as though he had been splashed with
icy water. We all watched as he finally calmed down and just floated in
place regaining his composure. I couldn't help but to laugh.
"You cannot fall here Sweed. You'll be okay. Put him back TK"
"Yes Bransen" and with a flash Sweed was back in his chair looking
relieved. I still had to chuckle as I noticed his left hand reaching out
to Raven's for comfort. What surprised me more was that Raven actually
gave it to him. Maybe Raven was coming around after all. Who'd have
thought being dunked in a shit tank would have such a positive affect on
someone.
Rift and Twist sat staring at the view. The starlight played along
Rifts auburn hair as he leaned into his companion. Twist jumped from the
sudden contact but you could see him warm into the gentle pressure.
Doc gaped as a giggle escaped Chris. Chris' green eyes glimmered
with excitement while it looked like Doc was preparing for his first
coronary.
"It's so small!" the Doc gasped.
"That's not what you were yelling last night!" TK snapped.
"Bite me!" Doc shot back.
"Yep... that was one of the phrases! Save it for your office though
hot stuff, I don't want that mess on the console." TK's replied.
The rest of us were in hysterics. Sometimes, I was thankful for TK's
attitude. It definitely helped to ease the tension of the moment. The
noise dwindled down to sporadic giggles as we regained our composure.
"Chris, I want you to triangulate his position as soon as we get a
reply. I want to know EXACTLY where he is. Patch the coordinates to my
terminal." I said glancing at Chris.
"Move us in front of the moon. I want a clear shot Neek. Twist, I
want him targeted as soon as the coordinates are known. Rift, be prepared
to cover our ass. Dusty, make sure that cloak comes back online as soon as
possible if we fire. I don't want to stick around and be anyone's target."
I ordered.
"Communication will be telepathic if we establish communications with
Keelon."
"Chris, begin a transmission on all frequencies, voice only." I
commanded.
"Keelon, Leader of the Thoren people, The Kotanare coming to devour
this planet and everything in their path. I would fight against these
creatures, but I do not have the time to battle two enemies. I would like
to reach some sort of agreement. I await your reply." End Transmission
We sat in silence for several long minutes before receiving an
answer.
A three dimensional image formed ahead of us. It was transparent but
not completely devoid of shape and color. "I would see the face of those
who stole the Cystos before continuing further." The image was of an older
man of 60th age. I could not comprehend the passage of time that this
thing before us had been witness to, but I also doubted this was Keelon. A
vain megalomaniac so bent on living forever would never let himself age
like this.
I stood at my station.
Chris: Open the signal video and audio.
"I am Bransen, Captain of the Battlecruiser Cystos. Let's dispense
with the games shall we. I am well aware you are not Keelon." I replied.
The image shifted. Before us now sat a much younger looking man of
maybe 21st age. He had long black curly hair that cascaded down his sides
and hung to his knees. His icy blue eyes glowed with power. His nose was
thin leading to even thinner lips which curved into his pointed spear-like
jaw. His skin was almost a blue white in color that stretched across his
strong lithe body. He wore a white opalescent garment that gaped at the
chest and billowed across his ivory muscle. It was gathered at the waist
then continued to his feet. He possessed a demon like beauty.
"Indeed." Keelon's low timbered voice cut through the silence. "I
had hoped to see specimen 143977."
"If you are referring to Khore, he has other duties to attend to."
I hoped the pain I felt didn't betray me.
Chris! Where are those coordinates!
I'm sorry Bransen, they're bouncing the signal all over hell.
FIND HIM!
"So then, are you prepared to return our property?" Keelon grinned.
"You're more than welcome to come aboard any time you like Keelon."
I smiled back.
"Try it Keely boy and I'll BBQ your wrinkled ass!" TK all but
yelled.
TK! NOT NOW!
The image of Keelon doubled over with laughter.
WHERE ARE THOSE COORDINATES CHRIS!?
"Talp and Feril were always the tricksters." Keelon said calming
himself. "I assume then that no Human or Thoren of pure blood may step
foot on the ship then. No matter."
I've almost got them.
"We're wasting time Keelon." I stated.
"Time is all we have now Bransen." Keelon answered. "Our scientists
have gleaned enough genetic material to advance us another hundred thousand
years. We will find another and let the Kotanhave their way with this
world."
The transmission is originating from the third Sphere Major above the
continent known as Australia. The coordinates are being fed to your
terminals now.
"Partial to Kangaroos and Kuala Bears Keelon?" I asked.
Keelon's eyes widened in surprise.
Give it all you've got TK.
"Your time is up Keelon." I said with a smile. End Transmission
FIRE!
The ship de-cloaked as silver and blue light rippled along its
surface from base to tip. The point erupted sending a thick beam of
destructive energy to the Sphere Major causing it to explode in a halo of
blue fire. Several beams of light from multiple Sphere Major rocked the
ship before we were able to maneuver behind the moon. The repetition of
systems repaired the damage and we were cloaked in seconds.
"Move us to the destroyed sphere's location now! Level off above its
previous coordinates. Give us a wide berth" I commanded.
In seconds we sped from behind the moon to a position some six miles
above the destroyed Sphere Major dodging random beams of light. What
better place to hide I thought.
We watched as the Sphere Major suddenly attacked each other. It was
complete chaos as they battled. We positioned ourselves eighty miles from
the planet. We watched wide eyed as the battle continued for hours as
hundreds of Spheres destroyed each other.
The battle of Sphere against Sphere finally ended as they spread
themselves out now much thinner across the planet.
An image appeared before us. "This is acting Captian Trax of the
science guild. We mean you no harm. I would speak with Khore immediately
please."
Before us stood the image of a man of maybe 30th age. He was thin
and tired looking. His dirty unkempt blond hair barely capped his head
being cut short at the ears and neck. His eyes were large and friendly
framed in long dark lashes. He had an average nose and kind mouth with
supple almost abnormally large lips. His body was thin and frail, but
poised. Every movement was subtle and controlled as if choreographed.
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