Lightning sparks across the sky, splitting the clouds. Thunder rolls through the air. The rain falls with unbelievable force. A single light burns in the log cabin. Smoke rises from the chimney. Salem sits in a leather chair, facing the fire. A cup sits on the end table. His dark brown hair sits softly on his shoulders, his pointed ears tucked back, and his eyes staring intently into the book. Intently he reads from his book, occasionally taking a break to take a drink from the cup.
Time passes and Salem continues to read from his book, until his cup is empty. He grabs the book mark off the table next to the cup and marks his place as he sets the book down. Getting up, he leaves the room, and goes into the bed room. Lying down, Salem drifts off to sleep.
That was years ago Salem thinks back. That was a much simpler time for me. He opens his eyes to his quarters. “Lights” Salem calls out, and the lights in the room slowly come on. Salem gets up and walks over to the window and stairs out, only the stars. He turns away and dresses himself. His unique uniform, a red and black tunic, a green shirt underneath the tunic, and a pair of dark green velvet pants, with a lush green hooded cape with his family crest on the back. Salem turns around and stairs deeply at a pair of blades that lay on their stands on his dresser. Quickly, Salem grabs their sheaths and attaches them to his belt, and then proceeds to place the blades in their sheaths. The glistening pommels shining with the black onyx in one, and a white diamond in the other.
Finally prepared for the day’s works, Salem leaves his quarters and passes down the corridor. Several minutes pass as he continues his trek towards the command bridge. He finally reaches the bridge and comes to find his crew already at work. Salem walks over to his command chair and sits down.
“What is our current position Arthur?” Salem asks.
“Sir, we are currently positioned at coordinates 99458-66002, we are currently in orbit of the planet Shalta in the Horatha sector. We have a science team down on the planet’s surface gathering information, and preparing the planet for colonization.” Arthur responds.
Salem responds, “Perfect, what is the E.T.A. of the colony ships?”
“The Yets, and Korda are estimated to arrive within the hour, while the Lex, and Ragh are still 3 hours out sir.”
Salem sighs, and sits back in his chair. Several data files are flashing on his data screen. Salem opens the files and the file screen display opens before him, and Salem starts to view the ship functions, and review important files that have been sent to his command panel. One file flashes red, and Salem proceeds to open it, containing the ships next orders. As he goes to open it, a note pops up and reads, TOP SECRET.
Salem looks around at his crew; no one seems to have been paying him any attention.
“Arthur, I’ll be in the command center. There is some information that I have received from Toron.”
“Very well sir” Arthur replies.
Salem gets up from his bridge position and leaves the bridge. He continues to walk until he comes to the command center. The doors close behind him, and Salem sits down at the head of the briefing table.
“Computer relay messages from my bridge command consol to this room” Salem calls out.
The computer proceeds to relay the messages as ordered. Salem looks intently at the mission file with the top secret label on it. Salem opens the file and gets up. There is a blank screen at first then a command chamber opens up in the display screen.
“This is Admiral Salem Kent, Commander of the Vonctor. I’m awaiting my ships new orders” Salem says.
A man turns around in his chair and stairs back at Salem through the display panel. The man’s almond shaped eyes pierce right into Salem’s flesh. His white hair is calm and sits softly on his head.
“Admiral Kent, what is your current position?”
At first Salem was caught off guard, for the voice sounded very much like the Vonctors original commander, Captain Propes, but that was impossible for the man died three years ago. It toke Salem a few seconds till he realized that it was the Antarian Emperor.
“Sir, we are currently in orbit of the planet Shalta preparing it for colonization, and awaiting the colony ships to arrive” Salem replies.
“Understood Admiral. Well, I’ll cut strait to it. As you know, we have always been the defenders of the universe and the people that exist. Well, it looks like we might need to send you into battle soon. There is a species known as the Human race in sector 8804-220. They are not much different from us, a people bent on peace over war. Well, their home planet of Earth, so our intelligence tells us, is in a threat of being attacked by a very dangerous enemy in their galaxy. The species is known as the Xendixta or Kallas in their language. This species has continued to attack many people in that galaxy, and have attempted before to attack Earth. How the humans managed to defend themselves is beyond our knowledge. Now, as we have determined there is a massive Xendixta fleet massing in what we understand is their section of space in the galaxy. Our intelligence has informed us that this fleet will be advancing on Earth’s position very soon. Your orders will be to jump in and help to defend the planet at all costs. It is very doubt full though, that you will take any damage, being is that they eons behind us in technology.”
Salem listens intently to the orders, and at the same time, as the Emperor informs him that he and his ship will be jumping to earth, he think back to his past. He used to live just like the humans; he had even once on a scouting mission saved an Earth ship from total destruction. Ever since then, he’s always had an odd attraction to earth. Like something was there, calling out to him. Something or someone.
“Sir, I understand. Should I have the ship battle ready as soon as possible and rendezvous with the fleet?” Salem asks.
“No, this is a very top secret mission. I don’t want our presence in that galaxy to be far too obvious yet. Sending in an entire fleet is too obvious that we meant to be there. But one ship, it could be as if we just happened to have stumbled in there.”
“Ah, I see sir. Is there anything else then sir?”
“No admiral. Your new orders are to prepare your ship and jump in through slipstream and defend earth. Have your ship prepared in an hour at least. When your ship is ready, have your ship jump to coordinates 8804-225. At that time, you are ordered to defend Earth.”
“Understood sir” Salem replies.
The display screen goes black again, and then disappears. Salem drops back in his seat and thinks back to himself. ‘It’s been almost ten years since this ship as seen battle. I guess now is as good as ever.’ Salem stays seated for several minutes and stairs out the window into the deep void of space. He can hardly believe that he’s going to finally see the human planet of earth. After everything he’s heard and read about them. He can’t wait.
Salem gets up from his chair and leaves the command center, and heads down to the fighter hanger bay. Salem walks around the hanger bay for a little while until he stops at his fighter. The fighter’s cockpit is opened up and Salem takes a seat in it and sits back to think. ‘Am I still as good of a pilot as I used to be? I haven’t even been in this cockpit in ten years….Well; I guess we’ll see then.’
Salem looks down and turns the fighter’s computer systems on. He leans back and his head falls into the synaptic visor. He is instantly linked to the ship and he starts to run through his routine system check. After finishing his system check, he starts to review the ships combat capabilities. Finally satisfied with his updated knowledge of his fighter, he terminates the link and then heads up to the bridge.
As he enters the bridge the view screen shows two ships entering the planet’s atmosphere.
Time passes and Salem continues to read from his book, until his cup is empty. He grabs the book mark off the table next to the cup and marks his place as he sets the book down. Getting up, he leaves the room, and goes into the bed room. Lying down, Salem drifts off to sleep.
That was years ago Salem thinks back. That was a much simpler time for me. He opens his eyes to his quarters. “Lights” Salem calls out, and the lights in the room slowly come on. Salem gets up and walks over to the window and stairs out, only the stars. He turns away and dresses himself. His unique uniform, a red and black tunic, a green shirt underneath the tunic, and a pair of dark green velvet pants, with a lush green hooded cape with his family crest on the back. Salem turns around and stairs deeply at a pair of blades that lay on their stands on his dresser. Quickly, Salem grabs their sheaths and attaches them to his belt, and then proceeds to place the blades in their sheaths. The glistening pommels shining with the black onyx in one, and a white diamond in the other.
Finally prepared for the day’s works, Salem leaves his quarters and passes down the corridor. Several minutes pass as he continues his trek towards the command bridge. He finally reaches the bridge and comes to find his crew already at work. Salem walks over to his command chair and sits down.
“What is our current position Arthur?” Salem asks.
“Sir, we are currently positioned at coordinates 99458-66002, we are currently in orbit of the planet Shalta in the Horatha sector. We have a science team down on the planet’s surface gathering information, and preparing the planet for colonization.” Arthur responds.
Salem responds, “Perfect, what is the E.T.A. of the colony ships?”
“The Yets, and Korda are estimated to arrive within the hour, while the Lex, and Ragh are still 3 hours out sir.”
Salem sighs, and sits back in his chair. Several data files are flashing on his data screen. Salem opens the files and the file screen display opens before him, and Salem starts to view the ship functions, and review important files that have been sent to his command panel. One file flashes red, and Salem proceeds to open it, containing the ships next orders. As he goes to open it, a note pops up and reads, TOP SECRET.
Salem looks around at his crew; no one seems to have been paying him any attention.
“Arthur, I’ll be in the command center. There is some information that I have received from Toron.”
“Very well sir” Arthur replies.
Salem gets up from his bridge position and leaves the bridge. He continues to walk until he comes to the command center. The doors close behind him, and Salem sits down at the head of the briefing table.
“Computer relay messages from my bridge command consol to this room” Salem calls out.
The computer proceeds to relay the messages as ordered. Salem looks intently at the mission file with the top secret label on it. Salem opens the file and gets up. There is a blank screen at first then a command chamber opens up in the display screen.
“This is Admiral Salem Kent, Commander of the Vonctor. I’m awaiting my ships new orders” Salem says.
A man turns around in his chair and stairs back at Salem through the display panel. The man’s almond shaped eyes pierce right into Salem’s flesh. His white hair is calm and sits softly on his head.
“Admiral Kent, what is your current position?”
At first Salem was caught off guard, for the voice sounded very much like the Vonctors original commander, Captain Propes, but that was impossible for the man died three years ago. It toke Salem a few seconds till he realized that it was the Antarian Emperor.
“Sir, we are currently in orbit of the planet Shalta preparing it for colonization, and awaiting the colony ships to arrive” Salem replies.
“Understood Admiral. Well, I’ll cut strait to it. As you know, we have always been the defenders of the universe and the people that exist. Well, it looks like we might need to send you into battle soon. There is a species known as the Human race in sector 8804-220. They are not much different from us, a people bent on peace over war. Well, their home planet of Earth, so our intelligence tells us, is in a threat of being attacked by a very dangerous enemy in their galaxy. The species is known as the Xendixta or Kallas in their language. This species has continued to attack many people in that galaxy, and have attempted before to attack Earth. How the humans managed to defend themselves is beyond our knowledge. Now, as we have determined there is a massive Xendixta fleet massing in what we understand is their section of space in the galaxy. Our intelligence has informed us that this fleet will be advancing on Earth’s position very soon. Your orders will be to jump in and help to defend the planet at all costs. It is very doubt full though, that you will take any damage, being is that they eons behind us in technology.”
Salem listens intently to the orders, and at the same time, as the Emperor informs him that he and his ship will be jumping to earth, he think back to his past. He used to live just like the humans; he had even once on a scouting mission saved an Earth ship from total destruction. Ever since then, he’s always had an odd attraction to earth. Like something was there, calling out to him. Something or someone.
“Sir, I understand. Should I have the ship battle ready as soon as possible and rendezvous with the fleet?” Salem asks.
“No, this is a very top secret mission. I don’t want our presence in that galaxy to be far too obvious yet. Sending in an entire fleet is too obvious that we meant to be there. But one ship, it could be as if we just happened to have stumbled in there.”
“Ah, I see sir. Is there anything else then sir?”
“No admiral. Your new orders are to prepare your ship and jump in through slipstream and defend earth. Have your ship prepared in an hour at least. When your ship is ready, have your ship jump to coordinates 8804-225. At that time, you are ordered to defend Earth.”
“Understood sir” Salem replies.
The display screen goes black again, and then disappears. Salem drops back in his seat and thinks back to himself. ‘It’s been almost ten years since this ship as seen battle. I guess now is as good as ever.’ Salem stays seated for several minutes and stairs out the window into the deep void of space. He can hardly believe that he’s going to finally see the human planet of earth. After everything he’s heard and read about them. He can’t wait.
Salem gets up from his chair and leaves the command center, and heads down to the fighter hanger bay. Salem walks around the hanger bay for a little while until he stops at his fighter. The fighter’s cockpit is opened up and Salem takes a seat in it and sits back to think. ‘Am I still as good of a pilot as I used to be? I haven’t even been in this cockpit in ten years….Well; I guess we’ll see then.’
Salem looks down and turns the fighter’s computer systems on. He leans back and his head falls into the synaptic visor. He is instantly linked to the ship and he starts to run through his routine system check. After finishing his system check, he starts to review the ships combat capabilities. Finally satisfied with his updated knowledge of his fighter, he terminates the link and then heads up to the bridge.
As he enters the bridge the view screen shows two ships entering the planet’s atmosphere.
