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Unread 30 Sep 2005, 16:19   #1
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Planetarion - The story

So after I read a bit in the planetarion movie thread and saw the sudgestion for a storie book I spent some time thinking about it and today in about an hour wrote up a light draft of how the universe as we know it in PA came into being which would sort of act as a prologue and I will be writing further on it/adding more details. Now I want to know what you all think of it, because this will just be free to the community when it's done, and I'll think up something else if everyone hates it So please fire away with sudgestions and critique. Remember this is just a draft and and just gives a rough idea.
The setting is some time in the far future when humans have expanded to thousands and thousands of different worlds and have also encountered 3 other species that have done the same. The problem being now that the universe is filling up and an intergalactic war is about to break loose between the races. If that were to happen the death toll would be unemaginably high, since the technology of each race is so far advanced they would wipe out all life on worlds one by one untill one of them had none left.
Not willing to let this happen a group representing different area's of the universe put together a plan to save countless of billions of lives, though still clearing out space and giving every one equel chances without the total destruction of most of the races. By the way the terans/xan etc are not all united, the colonisation of the worlds was so long ago that they are now they're own planets and cooperation is done bye groups of worlds close to eachother interracial (as in alien )

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The meetings had gone on for weeks with seemingly no end in sight. It was without question that something had to be done, but no-one could agree on what.
'What you're talking about is genocide, its madness!'
'Genocide will happen one way or another, if we do nothing within a number of weeks we will have an intergalactic war on our hands and then the death toll would be totally out of control and would reach numbers we can't even count. What we are talking about here is a controlled war where every planet would still have a fighting chance for survival.'
'No-one would be crazy enough to agree to this sick game, it's completely out of the question. I'm horrified by the mere thought that something like this could even be considered.'
'Ambassador, do you think the smaller worlds are looking forward to having planet destroyers hovering above their worlds, with no way to defend themselves? They would be the first to fall, without any chance what so ever of survival. This plan would even out the playing field for everyone and give them all an equal chance.
Depending on the number of planets participating we would decide that after a pre-determined amount of time the x number of strongest planets would be spared. If they do not co-operate they will all fall in the coming months. This would clear up hundreds of thousands of planets which could once again give us the space that we long for so much at the moment.
We will set up different ships for each of the races keeping intact their unique properties while balancing them out so that none are stronger than the others. The participating worlds will have to keep to a fixed set of rules and we, the superpowers in the universe, will be monitoring them to make sure it stays even and everyone has an equal chance.
Now I am aware the proximity advantages would be unfair so we will choose randomly an x amount of planets out of a galaxy that applied and within the same galaxy they must work together, the rest of the universe will then be their opponents.
To keep this all within an acceptable timeframe I propose we give them the most modern propulsion technology so they can reach other galaxies in a matter of hours. They will also be allowed to research further into the technology they have within set boundaries. The participating planets will be the small fringe worlds, considering the consequences if they choose not to participate I think you will agree they have very little choice but to agree on it. To then further determine who will get which planets representative’s generals off all races will be randomly put in control of one of the worlds participating, being however able to choose which race they wish to control, controlling the fleet movement, communication with other planets, etc. Whether they like it or not they will have to help each other to end as best as possible, and treachery would lead to their destruction.
Highly esteemed delegates, I lay before you the Planetarion project.
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Unread 30 Sep 2005, 16:29   #2
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Re: Planetarion - The story

Other possible scenerios would be that Planetarion is just the big war only not as advanced. Or follow the life of a PA player only slip in and out of his imagination, like when he's playing PA make it like he's really there, really a commander of a planet, but also then say him getting interupted to go down to dinner Thoughts on this would be apreciated.
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Unread 30 Sep 2005, 18:26   #3
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Re: Planetarion - The story

I like the idea of the "Planetarion Project". I like it lots. Where you'd go from there, I've no idea (due to my awful imagination) but the idea of PA being a decision based on protecting people for the greater good and to avoid a massacre of a small group of rebels is fantastic.
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Re: Planetarion - The story

I know that there were quite a few people who worked on portal, newsletter and planet101 (an independant portal which has since ceased to be) would probably be willing to help out on things like this. I think War was writing a planetarion novel at one point.

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Re: Planetarion - The story

great idea! if done well this could turn out to be fantastic.
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Re: Planetarion - The story

another idea could be to write weekly stories about the game development and politics. Smth similar to the logbook lokken started but more regularly and less 'objective' in some short story format
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Re: Planetarion - The story

The idea of a story about a rounds progress but written in the style of fiction is something we used on the original newsletter. We ran a section where a player wrote a PA diary but as suggested above was done as if they really were the commander of a real planet. It can work well if you get the right planet to write it, but get the wrong planet and it could be fairly boring.

As for the whole idea of writing fiction stories about the PA universe there was a discussion about this before and the problem that people saw is consistancy, both between peices and the real universe.

The first thing you need to decide is should people be able to write stories taking place in the game or should all stories be prequels the round 1. Taking the prequel route is easier as you can ignore all the alliances and such like so staying consistant with the game we are playing is simplier. However if stories take place in the playing enviorment then you have issues, allaicne power for that period needs to be consistant and you cant have alliances battling that werent around then. Its going to really need the community to tie down the facts of the rounds to help the writers build their stories around the facts.

Another issue you will have to deal with is why certain changes happened,how do you explain suddenly all these races appearing and such like.Some official explanation would have to be come up with that everyone would use rather than have each person come up with their own

Even prequel stories are going to need community work to get certain facts tied down for some consistancy so certain key events are defined and abided by

Also as important as anrything, all authors will have to work with each other so they dont contridict each other and they have to be aware of events others have written about. Perhaps someone could maintain a timeline or something to aid with this.

If things can keep consistant a good extended universe can be produced, just look at the way that Star Wars has produced sucha string extended universe outside the movies with alot of that being due to a real attempt to keep things consistant which prevents confusion. After all its not good to read something which contridcts real events or read a number of peices and find them all writing about differnt universes
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Re: Planetarion - The story

First of all it doesn't have to be completely concistant, it's a work of fiction based around the PA universe. Now I'm planning to keep alliance wars etc for the different rounds as acurate as possible and will talk to some people about that who were around then. But the origin of the species I don't think would have to an official PA unanimous thing, it's just a small detail which has little effect on anything else, the fact is they are just there.
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Re: Planetarion - The story

i can see both sides of this discussion... i personally enjoyed writing PA fictiton but i never kept it round specific. I personally think it would definetly be much easier to write pre-round 1 material for accuracies sake. After all there are plenty of people who (even tho its fiction) would be willing to have a dig about inaccuracies.

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First of all it doesn't have to be completely concistant, it's a work of fiction based around the PA universe. Now I'm planning to keep alliance wars etc for the different rounds as acurate as possible and will talk to some people about that who were around then. But the origin of the species I don't think would have to an official PA unanimous thing, it's just a small detail which has little effect on anything else, the fact is they are just there.
Yes in theory it doesnt have to but if we use the Star Wars Extended universe as an example again its the consistancy that makes these stories feel like they belong and that they really add to core element. If we look at any fiction done in the PA universe before while much is very well written it doesnt always feel like it belongs, its seems like a peice of Science Fiction that was written previously and then had a couple of PA References thrown in for the sake of it. When you then read multiple peices of fiction its just a mess as the continutity is shot and if anything it destroys the illusion of reality and the sense of depth that the fiction should be bringing to the universe

Done right I really do think that Planetarion Fiction is something that really can enhance the gaming experiance but done wrong you end up with a peice of bad scifi forced into a setting for the sake of it. If your writing these peices without any real intention to add some depth to the game you would probally be alot better starting a fresh canvas with a universe conconcted soley by you that you full control over.

Now writings not my strong point but if it was me id be laying the foundations with an Origin Story for each race which would lay the groundwork for everyone else to base their peices off. The elements in this would be extreamly important so oy would probally be best to have a group of people you would work with on facts and maybe even somene with an artistic talent to produce corrisponding artwork to really bring ideas to life. The origin stories would obviously need to to go up to a point where the 'war' we call Planetarion was about to kick off and would set in place events which set that race on collision course with the others and also setup detailed desciptions of the races which would provide the framework for people to produce other stories on the universe. These stories all abiding by the origin story facts and all trying to be as consistant as possible with each other would slowly build up the mythology of the races and add some depth to the game and as the universe expands from these stories more and more doorways would be opened for interconnected events to be told about thus adding more and more depth. And yes continuity will sometimes fall down, it does in any mass universe made up and which multiple sources contribute to but it would be alot less contridictory than it is
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Re: Planetarion - The story

I get where you're getting it, and I once started on creating a made up universe together with a friend from the ground up with all the details etc exactly how it got there from present day etc. which was going to be say a framework, like the Starwars universe around which you could write books. But that is soooooo much work, and the prob is with say based on PA if rest of community doesn't agree with it you're screwed

It might be an idea for the PA team to set up an official brief explination that everyone could work around then.
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I personally think from a creative pov the ideas would be better coming from the community itself HOWEVER it will need some PATeam involvement.

I would suggest a PATeam member is appointed in a Continuity/Historian role. Their job would be to make the decisions on what would become official extended universe material and what wouldnt and would be responsable for maintaining a publically viewable timeline for fiction writers to refer to. They would also be the person to go to if you needed clairification on something. They may potentially need to also put together a team to help them out.

So lets say you wrote a story on how Terrans came to be at war with the other races and by doing so explain the lack of races in the early rounds You would submit it to this PATeam member and they would either accept or decline it (A decline should come with a list of things needed fixed to get it accepted). Upon being accepted the key elements of the story such as battles would be placed into the timeline and the story then published somewhere official (perfeably somewhere linked ingame) allowing others to refer to it.

With or without this PATeam involvement though I still think the community has enough creative people to maintain the continuity and if its tken with small steps it shouldnt be that hard to get things locked down. For example a simple but important aspect is going to be the date reference. How far in the future are we currently, when was round 1 and are dates going to be done in Earth Years or are we going to come up with a Star Trek style date system that would be constant. One this issues are sorted you already have the framwrk to start putting extended events in place
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Does anyone remember Irons from the original Planetarion (round 1)? He was writing an official Planetarion novel that was eventually available to read on the original portal. But once he left PAcrew and PA obviously he never finished it. I think he got about 12 chapters done though.

I seem to recall it was actually written to a pretty decent standard and quality. I dont remember much about the plot though. The problem is, of course, how do we fit races into this? Races didnt come in unti round 6, but this story was started in round 1 or 2.

Does anyone know what happened to that old aborted PA novel?
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i remember Irons however i do not think he is contactable anymore... however some of the oldies (wakey, Mer, or A2 would probably be good to ask) may still be able to get in touch with him. Unfortunatly i doubt that anyone will still have a copy of it except for irons of course as i doubt that the portal backups have been kept from that long ago. However if not spinner or one of the current team may have them. If this was to take off as a project with a little team working on it i'd love to get involved!

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Re: Planetarion - The story

Writing is something I count among my few skills, so I'd be happy to help out too - though I'm not great

I remember I used to talk to Irons a lot when the newsletter started up, I think he was providing some suggestions for my own PA story.
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Re: Planetarion - The story

In order to keep consistant with the rounds progression and official PA story from r13 about races I put up a new possible rough history from r1-6. Again this is just a short version/draft.

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We expanded into space, that which had been dreamed of for as long as humans can remember had become a reality. Like gods we were, or so we thought. After centauries apart we lost our ties, our unity, and as history has shown us so many times greed is an enemy that can never be overcome. The discovery that recourses could be mined out of asteroids had lead to a race to have the most. But once it started to become unproductive to search for the few that still lingered out there we turned on each other.
After a lot of small skirmishes groups started to form, with strength in number and being able to call in defence, the war escaladed out of all proportion. Hoping to gain more asteroids groups of planets would attack together and defend each other trusting they would be provided defence when attacked.
After the first great war (round) there were a number of established alliances between the planets, each having their own goals and expectations of their members. Realising in order to safeguard their planet they would also have to enter the wars many more planets signed up to the alliances and many more alliances were formed.
Planets back then typically either focussed on very well armoured ships, or spend time researching into ways to reflect the scans to retrieve fleet information to do surprise attacks on others.
Many wars followed with times in between in which the universe usually evened out in strength once more.

It was between two of the great wars we discovered something which before we had only imagined possible and almost forsaken the idea entirely, life besides us in the universe! After the initial excitement we soon learned this would in no way be a joyful meeting. After some of the strongest planets fell to the Cathaar we realised that our current ships were useless against them. They utilised powerful EMP cannons that would disable our ships before we could even shoot.
Dropping the now far to lowly armoured stealth fleets we found ways to make ourselves more resistant to the Cathaar, armouring our massive ships with layers and layers of armour we now had a fighting chance. Some thought that this would once again unite the Teran race, but it was not to be.
Through the Cathaar we also learned of the xandathrii and zikonians which had been at war with each other for a long time already, and they, through the Cathaar, had learned about us as well. Now all the races seeing the opportunities at hand to have roids from different races who’s ships had weaknesses to theirs it didn’t take long for the next great war to break loose.
Seeing the ‘price they’d have to pay’ (pun on the pay to play introduction) many planets decided to pull out of the war and continue on their own with the recourses found on their own planets.
Soon inter racial alliances talks were underway, all sides seeing the advantage of combining the different strengths of each others fleets to further empower themselves and once again the universe stood on the brink of a great war.
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Re: Planetarion - The story

My story rocked.

It had spikey armoued evil Fury who subjugated people.

It had religious overtones with the Emperor/God for Fury which clashed with beliefs for Legion. As a result Fury hated psykers which were is where I placed Xanadu and the entire Fury-Xanadu war. However Fury was fine to use psykers as they were approved by their Emperor and so forth - it just didnt like others having them.

It had Legion being massive muscular men who had great strength/stamina and were clad in fullplate power armour - contrasting with the slender more normal men of Fury.

It had Yeh as a crazy man who wanted control, control and more control - linking himself into machines and hatching a plot to destroy Sid and take control of Fury followed quickly by Legion and even had him working with Xanadu (which he planned on wiping out afterwards ofcourse)

It had LDK as organic/machine hybrids that were lethal and essentially 'demons' to the Fury population.
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i remember Irons however i do not think he is contactable anymore... however some of the oldies (wakey, Mer, or A2 would probably be good to ask) may still be able to get in touch with him. Unfortunatly i doubt that anyone will still have a copy of it except for irons of course as i doubt that the portal backups have been kept from that long ago. However if not spinner or one of the current team may have them. If this was to take off as a project with a little team working on it i'd love to get involved!

- chef
I have all thirteen chapters of Irons' story, which I really enjoyed when he wrote it back in 2000-2001. I don't think he ever wrote more than the thirteen chapters, unfortunately.
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Chapter 1: Planetarion - Ascension
by Irons Nov 6 2000 3:20AM

He was overcome; the dark seemed to flow like liquid,
filling his vision wherever he turned. A cold
nothingness that chilled him to the bone, and refused
to dissipate even though he knew this wasn't - couldn't
be happening - The steady drumbeat of
his heart was the only sound he could hear, and with
every breath, seemed to increase in speed threatening
to burst from his chest and vanish into the night.

Realisation dawned on him when he saw the small
silver dart flickering at the edge of his vision and
turning his head slightly, he could clearly see the
approaching vessel as it moved sluggishly towards him.

The Eon Energy Commission logo emblazoned in metallic
red become visible and after what seemed like an
eternity, the craft gently drew parallel to him,
seeming to beckon him...no, dare him to come closer.
'Something must have gone wrong with the Neurimplants'
he told himself. 'How the hell could I be out here and
not realise how it had happened?'

He tried to fathom out the logic of his situation,
and the only thing he could come up with was that he
must have had a breakdown. Yes that was it, a
breakdown, no one would have questioned his authority,
he must have taken a shuttle, and in some fit of
madness decided to take an unprecedented space-walk.
This was obviously the rescue ship, someone must have
realised he wasn't himself and sent for help. At least
all of his men were not as incompetent as they seemed.

He relaxed slightly and made his way ever so slowly
towards the craft. Finally reaching it, he waited for
the airlock to open. After several long minutes, the
nervous anxiety started to creep up on him again. 'What
was going on? Why weren't they opening the damn door?'
He worked his way round to the front of the craft, and
headed for the small observation port. Perhaps there
was some problem with the door mechanism, he would have
to attract the occupants attention some other way'.

Reaching the small circular Plexiglas screen he
peered through and fell back in horror, a scream locked
in his throat! Staring back from the ships interior he
saw himself, lifeless, stripped to the waist, and the
word 'Traitor' savagely carved into his
chest -

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I had a few ideas about wirting PA history and have them back in mind. I must confess i intended for using for roleplaying games I thought about including elements of the game itself with political history. i dont have anything ready but some of my ideas can be put here:

- i was thinking about background history, following political events of the rounds and mixing with fantasy. Before the coming of the alliances, the races had merchant houses dominated only by their races. The events happening on round beta made races mix and divide in the universe, creating merchant houses with mixed races and planets called then "Alliances". The event who created this sittuation was the creation of the first ally, created by pirates and outlaws from various races on the border.

- With the first Alliances, the wars begin and the rounds.

- I was thinking on major event who made Legion/Xanadu/others leave on round 8. Since "became p2p" wont fit well, i thought when they took some unknown planets on the border of known universe they made contact wih some alien techie who made them ant to leave to far away universe. the houses who were lef behind dont know what made major allies leave planets and resources to go away

i had better ideas but tbh im not on the right place to write about it atm. Good to know more ppl are thingking about writing PA cos i will do the same and soon we could share some small novels to be posted here or somewhere. I have seen this work otherplaces
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Here's the second chapter of Iron's excellent story.

* * * * *
Chapter 2: Orders
'The Time is 4:00 Am Mr Winters. Please report to
operations for briefing'

He lay back on the sweat soaked sheets and tried to
stop himself shaking. 'Another bloody nightmare,
dammit!' Having a conscience was becoming a problem it
seemed. 'Maybe I should have a word with the Doc's, see
if they can give me a suppressant'

He realised he was talking to himself after a few
minutes; the left hand side of the bed was empty. So
she'd actually stuck to her word for a change, she
hadn t come back. 'Well' he sneered. That was just fine
by him, she'd get exactly what she deserved very soon
the ungrateful bitch!

Thirty minutes later he was ready. Meticulous in his
EEC uniform, the evening's stubble removed from his
craggy face, and brought to his senses by a vigorous
sonic shower, he gulped down the remnants of his coffee
substitute. He glanced at his own reflection in the
tinted window of his apartment, and let out a brief
involuntary shudder at the previous nights memories.
'Mr Winters, Operations requires your presence
immediately.' The intercom system crackled and was
silent.

'I'm coming for Friks sake!' He punched the door
release panel and angrily strode into the well-lit
corridor. Colonel Tyr Winters headed for Operations,
and towards a new future. 'Things are gonna be so much
better' he thought, all traces of the dream
completely forgotten.
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And chapter 3 as well, while I'm at it

Chapter 3: 'Angie'
The rain hammered down outside, she watched it
bounce off the empty walkways, like she had done when
she was thirteen, hypnotised by the staccato sound it
made on the plastic window pane. She loved storms back
then, sitting in her mothers bedroom, watching the
forks of lightening flash across the ominous looking
clouds, inside she felt safe, warmed by the blanket she
caressed, and when it was over, a cup of warm cocoa and
she would head back to bed, and dream it all over again.

That was then, 32 years ago, today the rain still
came, and the lightening, but she knew that the storm
brewing just around the corner was one she could not
hide away from by simply climbing under the covers. She
was privy to information that gave her sleepless nights,
and had done so for over a year now.

She sighed, the office was a mess, paperwork
scattered over the desk in some semblance of organised
chaos. It was a hard life being a Planetary Peace
official, but it was something she had aimed for all
through her academic career, and now she was here,
leading the bloody thing. Angela Kryzek, Angie to
people who got close enough to know the real her, sat
down in the comfortable leather chair and leaned back
trying to remember the last time she'd had a break,
hell even a day off. No wonder her marriage was on the
cards, how in Gods name were you supposed to keep up
your nuptial vows when you were wed to two things, a
disgraced husband and the 24 hour a day charade she
called a job.

'Ah to hell with it for one night least' she sighed
and brushed a few loose strands of auburn hair from her
face. 'I need a decent nights sleep before I collapse
here.'

Wearily she rose from the chair and closed the
shutters , shrouding the room in darkness. Grabbing her
'standard issue' grey overcoat she headed for the door.
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The incident
Halfway down subsection 2b, she stopped. 'Aww no'
She checked her left breast pocket. 'I knew it, my damn
chem. mask' She turned and began to stride angrily back
down the corridor towards her office cursing inwardly.
She was still cursing her forgetfulness as she turned
left into the Officials corridor just in time to witness
the door to her office explode outwards with a deafening roar!

Then the shockwave hit, slammed her into the wall,
and she silently slid to the floor, an angry gash on
the side of her face. The klaxon alerts began to fade
into a dull throbbing and she could feel water from the
sprinkler systems splash onto her face just before she
lapsed into oblivion.
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Chapter 4: Prelude to Evacuation

Tyr strolled into the bustling hall and sat down,
the air was alive with hurried nervous whispers that
drew to an abrupt halt as a striking figure made his
way into the room.

'Mr Winters, I'm so glad you could find the time to
join our little ensemble. 'I was beginning to think you
had lost your way.' Tyr sighed. 'I apologise, General
Kreer, I had some small matters to attend to before I
arrived.' 'Then I suggest you take a note to do it in
you own time, Colonel, we have much to discuss and very
little time in which to do it!'

Midas Kreer was a hulking figure of a man, time
served in the military, he had seen more than his fair
share of front line action, and the scar stretching
from his right eye to the corner of his mouth
emphasised the fact. He wore a constant snarl on his
face that served as a permanent mask, hiding his real
feelings making him a very difficult person to read in
a one on one meeting. The conference room was awash
with blue as the holo-emitters hummed into life, and as
the sunken lights in the low hung ceiling dimmed, a
rotating model of the earth fizzed into existence at
the centre of the onyx desk.

'Gentlemen' Kreer announced grabbing the room's
attention once more. 'As many of you are now aware,
Evacuation day is almost upon us. A culmination of our
efforts over the past year and a half is almost at its
pinnacle and we are ready to initiate the
final phase of the operation.'

Kreer stood back, hands clasped behind him at the
foot of the table as the applause rang round the hall,
he cleared his throat loudly and waited for the
outburst to die. In a steady steel hardened tone he
continued. 'In three weeks time we will conduct the
first commercial E-Jump to a designated sector just
beyond the Obsidean Nebula. There we will target a
small 'R' class planetoid and Terraform Nanites will bombard it. This
will take place exactly 5 hours from arrival, providing
the Tech Division have their maths correct, and a
further 72 hours later we will have a suitable
environment from which to establish Waypoint
Colony Alpha.' He paused briefly and his face hardened,
his voice taking on an icy tone. 'If we do not have our
calculations correct, then we will be looking for a new
Tech Division.'

An uneasy murmur went round the left hand side of
the conference table, Paulo Jefferson, a small
spectacled man raised his voice. 'I assure you General,
everything is in readiness. The testing so far has been
flawless, and with the modifications we
have made to our existing space-faring vehicles we
should be..' He corrected himself hurriedly. '..we will
be 100 percent successful.'

Kreer eyed the man with a cold unblinking stare 'I
hope so for your sakes. We have placed enough
unwarranted trust in fools that have let us down
recently, isn't that right Mr Winters ?' Tyr nodded and
barely managed to keep the expletives from
escaping.

'Now I believe, Colonel Winters, that you have
something of a demonstration to offer? If you would be
so kind as to give the rest of the group some
indication of what exactly we have planned three weeks
from today.' Tyr stood up, his moment had arrived,
another step forward in his dream was about to become
reality, he brushed himself down quickly and prepared
to address the group.
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 Chapter 5: Prophecy
Floating, she was everywhere and nowhere. So this
was it? Death? A little bit of a let down after all
she'd been led to believe, no sense of tranquillity,
just a dull numbness, but at least there was no pain
which relieved her immensely as hurting,
she thought, generally went hand in hand with being hit
in the face with a large explosion.

How long had she been here? There was no way of
telling, it seemed like an age but could have been only
a few minutes. Trying to focus on the swirling grey
nothingness was proving uneventful, she had almost
resigned herself to giving up when she felt
something shift beneath her. There was a gentle
tugging, not at any specific area of her body, more at
her very existence, she felt strangely light headed,
then the world somersaulted out of reality in a flash
of negativity and suddenly....

....Everything! Her mind nearly folded in on itself
threatening to be crushed by the amount of information
she was taking in. She could see everywhere all at the
same time, nearly drowning in a myriad of sights and
colours she stifled a gasp!

There were planets, hundreds of thousands of them,
she could see each one clearly, and on each one a
community, men, women and children living together in
harmony. Time spiralled forward and the adults died,
and the children reached maturity before her eyes, she
was witnessing the rise of new civilizations in
seconds, and then abruptly it stopped. She felt fear, a
latent primal instinct surfacing within herself that
she had never experienced before. The worlds were
running in real time now, and she could see through a
billion eyes staring skyward at something happening in the
heavens.

 Clouds were forming, thick black ugly clouds
seething and boiling in the upper atmospheres, they
stretched and contorted unbelievably quickly blotting
out any light from neighbouring suns. The planets were
all shrouded in darkness, and then it
began.

It started as a high pitched whine, that grew until
her ears felt like they would bleed while at the heart
of each of the clouds, a fiery red glow burned like a
single eye, its intensity increasing with every moment.
She suddenly felt detached from everything around her,
but could do little to tear her gaze away, as the
clouds themselves seemed to explode, and sweep
downwards in a wave of superheated plasma, she heard
the worlds cry out and then nothing.

She looked and saw thousands of dead planets, all
she wanted to do was cry, but couldn't find the energy
to let out anything more than a sob. Closing her eyes
to the sights, she felt a presence enshroud her, then
through the absolute silence a clear
voice whispered......remember.
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Chapter 6
The reception area of the South side Class 1 medical
facility was awash with frantic voices, the occasional
sob and raised tempers. It was a madhouse and he was in
the middle of it struggling to get out.

Marc Kryzek fought his way to the reception area,
sealed off from the rest of the ensuing chaos behind
thick set blast proof screens several women all in
their mid forties tapped feverishly into their VDU
consoles while trying to talk and calm angst
riddled citizens seeking information with regards to
their loved ones.

He pushed the intercom switch and a dark haired
orderly with cold eyes and a scowl that could curdle
milk looked up at him. 'Yes sir, how can I be of
assistance?'

'I'm here to see my wife, Angela Krychek she was
brought in about 8 hours ago and no-one will tell me
what the hell is going on, I'd like some answers.
'I see sir, your name and designated class please?'
she answered in an uninterested tone.

He knew this was going to be difficult, his
temperament was already way in the red.The last thing
he needed was a snotty 25 thousand credits a year
receptionist giving him a hard time. 'I already told
you, I'm her husband, Marc Kryzek, Class 2, now can
you please stop wasting my time with all this 20
questions crap, and let me see her.'

'Mr Kryzek', she replied un-phased by his raised
voice. I'm aware that you are upset and worried, but
due to the restrictions imposed by the PPC you must
understand that I cannot allow any second class
citizens into the facility compound but if -'

'Well, this is great!' He shouted, 'My wife could be
dying back there, and all you can do is throw your
badly rehearsed political speeches at me, I want to see
somebody now!

He was still shouting when a shrill voice piped up
behind him. 'Ahem, Mr Kryzek? I believe I may be able
to offer some small insight into your wife's status if
you would be so kind as to stop threatening the staff.
Its making the enforcers a little - shall we say -
restless?'

Marc glanced over at the entrance points, two black
clad EEC officers stood motionless but staring
nonetheless in his general direction. 'Ok, point taken,
I just want some damn answers'

'If you'll be so kind as to join me then, we'll
discuss a little of what we know' and smiling sickly he
pointed to a nearby vacant bench. Grudgingly Marc
followed the impish looking man over to the seats and
sat down next to him.

 'My name is Jacobson, I was overseeing your wife's
condition in the first few vital hours when she was
admitted. Now she is in no real danger at the moment,
but we did have cause for concern some hours ago, her
brain activity was unstable for an while but that seems
to have subsided for now.'

'Is she awake yet ?'

'I'm afraid not, but we have her in a secure unit,
she'll be fine, she's merely resting now, I suggest you
take her example and get some sleep yourself.'

'Sorry, I can't just leave without seeing her, I've
travelled 30 clicks to get here for you to turn me away
- not going to happen.'

'Mr Kryzek, I understand how you feel but..'
'How the hell can you understand how I feel? Its not
your wife that's been hit in the face by a frikking
explosion is it?' Marc's patience was wearing thin,
clearly he wasn't getting anywhere with this idiot.

'You understand the Class protocols, I believe Mr
Kryzek? You yourself were in the Military for some time
according to the family medical records. I cannot allow
a Class 2 citizen beyond the boundaries of this area,
family or not. It's beyond my control, and there's nothing
I can do to help you. You may wait in the visitors dome if
you wish, but I can't say for sure how long it will be before
we have any further information. Take my advice, go home
and get some rest.'

 Marc stood up angrily, 'Well thanks for nothing, Doc!
You know where I'll be if there's any change.'

He left the Doctor and marched towards the Visitors
Dome entrance oblivious to the figure that neatly
stepped in line, following him some metres behind. The
shadowy figure watched him enter the already crowded
room, removed a small device from his
belt and whispered into it.

'Target identified, acquisition underway'

There was a hiss of static in his concealed earpiece
then a voice broke through.

'Proceed, Priority Omega.'

The figure whispered back, 'Understood' and placed
the portable COM unit back into his hip pocket. He
glanced at the two enforcers, good, they hadn't seen a
thing, this mission was going to go one of a number of
ways, he hoped for his sake that it didn't get messy,
it would be a shame to have to hurt so many civilians.

It took only a few minutes for him to spot Kryzek in
the dome, he was sat beneath one of the commemorative
trees planted in honour of the men and women from the
first doomed Lunar Colony missions. Such a waste he
thought to himself, if only they'd listened. Strolling
over, he seated himself within close proximity, but not
too close so people would think they were together.

Casually he leaned forward, and opened his long
black trench coat.

'Marc Kryzek?'

 Only really noticing the man for the first time
Marc looked up. 'Yeah that's me. You have some news
about Angie already? I was expecting at least an hour
or two knowing the way you people work.'

'In some respects, yes I do, but I need you to
accompany me to a safer area first.'

Marc looked puzzled. 'Why can't you tell me here?
What in the hell's going on?'

The man leaned back, and his coat fell open
further, strapped to his chest was a medium sized box,
no bigger than a narco-stick packet. It was the
flashing sequence of amber lights that made Marc
stiffen and attempt to back away.

'I see you are familiar with portable Ion Charges
Mr Kryzek. My name is Vostal, I am a member of the
organisation the media like to refer to as 'The New
Dawn Syndicate'. I have been requested to bring you in
for questioning, or failing that
remove any evidence I was ever here, which means
unfortunately having to dispose of yourself and anyone
within this perimeter.' He tapped a button on the
charge and the sequence of lights turned from amber to
red, blinking much faster now.

You have approximately five seconds to make your
decision, I hope for your sake,'

He swept his arm in a wide arc. 'and for theirs
that you make the right one.'
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Chapter 7

The streets were alive with traffic, congested to
the hilt, the sounds of horns mixed with the constant
thrashing of water ricocheting off metal. The small
black cruiser hurtled through the stationary vehicles
and swerved to narrowly avoid an overturned station
wagon still smouldering hours after the torrent of
heavy rain had extinguished the fire that had taken the
lives of its two occupants.

The suburbs were always like this; it wasn't safe
to travel during the day, let alone on a dreary evening
like tonight, too many chances of being carjacked or
worse. It was no wonder that this black-spot had the
highest fatality record in the sector, it was hardly
ever policed, and no-one in their right mind would
venture down here unless absolutely necessary or they
had a death wish, yet here he was sitting in a car with
a bloody lunatic wearing a high grade explosive
strapped to his chest for warmth.

The day was definitely not going down on record as
one of the best he'd ever had. In fact, it had to be
said that it was almost on a par with that incident on
his stag evening where he had learnt that Zero G
basketball, exotic dancers and a dozen synth-ales do
not mix.

'Ok, now don't take this the wrong way, I wouldn't
want you pressing any switches that might give me the
worlds biggest hangover, but would you mind telling me
why in the Godess's name you've dragged me out here?'

The man in the long black overcoat remained silent,
his eyes concentrating on the road as he continued to
bob and weave his way around objects in the path of the
car, the overhead lamps harsh light glaring off the
sodden tarmac blinding him made
manoeuvring difficult enough. He made a cursory glance
at his passenger and refocused his attention on his
driving.

'I mean, come on, have you people never heard of
simply asking? I generally respond a damn sight better
to requests when the person doing the talking isn't
threatening to turn me into the evening news Special
Bulletin!'

The man cleared his throat. 'Mr Kryzek, please
refrain from talking until we arrive at our
designation, my orders were to bring you to the meeting
point, not engage in trivial conversation, now please
sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.'

'Trivial? Trivial! You are kidding me here right?
The last few hours have been anything but trivial, you
blow up my wife, kidnap me with the threat of the same,
then expect me to sit here and smile like we're on some
jolly boys' outing?'

'Mr Kryzek, whatever you may be assuming, let me
assure you that your wife's condition has nothing in
the slightest to do with my organisation. Whatever
questions we can answer will be answered when we reach
our destination, but for now, I'm asking you to keep
calm, and more importantly silent.' The man turned and
looked Marc straight in the eyes. 'I would hate to have
to render you unconscious before your meeting, I hear
tazer shocks do nothing for the constitution.'

Marc sank back in the chair and tried to relax.
Letting out a heavy sigh he resigned himself to the
fact that he was getting no-where with this man. He was
along for the duration and better to get used to it
rather than getting hurt, there was nothing he
had a greater allergic reaction to than pain. 'Fine' he
muttered, a brief half smile on his lips. 'I've always
wanted to say this and now seems as good an opportunity
as ever.' He paused for dramatic effect. 'Take me to
your leader!'

After several hours of intermittent sleep,
interwoven with fitful thoughts and fragmented images,
Angie awoke. Her eyelids seemed as if they were lined
with lead and she struggled to raise herself up into a
sitting position, she felt - what were the words
'comfortably numb'? It was only after the third attempt
that she realised she couldn't feel anything from the
waist down and started to panic. She grasped for the
call button that hung over the back off the bed and
pressed frantically for assistance, her head pounding,
she felt darkness close in, and for the second time in
as many days she lapsed into unconsciousness.
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Chapter 8
The cruiser had been travelling for no more than 40
minutes when it came to an abrupt halt skidding
slightly before its forward momentum petered out. The
torrential downpour had subsided and was no more than a
fine mist now, but the sky still hung heavy with the
threat of further sporadic showers.

Marc had stayed silent for the remainder of the
journey and allowed the man 'Vostal'to work on keeping
them on the road rather than a mangled wreck on the
sidewalk. He felt decidedly
uneasy and his stomach growled, pleading to be fed. It
had been over a day since he'd last eaten; the stress
and worry over Angie's situation, interwoven with his
current predicament, had destroyed any appetite he had.
Now it was catching up with him, and thinking about it,
a good nights sleep was probably also in order.

Looking through the passenger window his attention
was immediately grabbed by the large gothic building
not 100 yards away from where they'd pulled up. Its
stone pillars and arches once white were now a grimy
black tarnished by years of weathering, and
the now choking pollution that engulfed the planet. He
checked in his pocket for the chem.mask and was
reassured to find it there. Fifteen minutes outside
without the thing and he'd be wheezing like an old man.

The catches on the door unlocked with a loud click
and brought him back to reality.

'We're here Mr Kryzek, if you'd be so kind as to
follow me please. I must warn you before you exit the
confines of the car that you are under surveillance,
and any attempt to leave this vicinity without
authorization from myself will result in your
immediate termination.' As if to make his point clear
Vostol indicated the three bright red laser points on
his chest.

'Ok' Marc replied, 'The constant threats are becoming
a little wearing now, lets just get this over with
shall we?' he reached into his pocket and pulled out
the mask. The charge on the filter was still showing
green, fixing it in place he opened the door and
stepped out onto the street.

The first thing he noticed as Vostol lead him across
to the seemingly deserted mausoleum was how quiet it
was, the roar of traffic had vanished, and the only
discernable sound came from a few cans blowing across
the deserted road. He wondered what it would be like to
hear the sound of birdsong, it had been a long time
since any sort of wild life had lived in the city, this
place was a haven for mechanical animals only.

They entered the building under a disused archway
just off the main high street, now close up, Marc could
see that the structure itself was not merely discolored
and dirty, but was actually decaying. The acids and
Goddess knows what else in the water were slowly but
surely eating the stonework away, it looked like the
whole place could collapse at any moment.

Vostol walked a few feet in front of him continuing
on through the gloom sure footed as if he'd made the
journey a hundred times, Marc followed just behind
trusted not to try anything ridiculous, though the
thought of running did cross his mind for a few
seconds. The mysterious New Dawn agent walked towards
what appeared to be a dead end and beckoned him
forward. 'We're here, now we wait'.

After a few moments a deep grating sound began to
emanate from the wall, Marc watched in amazement as the
whole wall began to slide back revealing a well lit
tunnel that headed beneath the building for as far as
he could see. Stepping from the near darkness of the
derelict building into the blinding fluorescent lights
Marc had to squint until his eyes became accustomed to
the change, he was astounded by the stark contrast to
the area he'd just left. Vostol ushered him forward
towards two waiting men, each of them armed with what
appeared to be modified plasma rifles.

'This is where I leave you. I have business to attend
to elsewhere.' The two men approached, rifles slung low
over their shoulders.

Vostol acknowledged them both with a discreet nod of
his head.

'This is the visitor that Johnson asked me to bring
along, make sure he is treated well and comes to no
harm.' He turned to the bigger of the two men and
smiled. 'Kal, that means no accidents if you don't
mind, he's needed intact.'

The stocky guard grinned. 'Ok, I get the picture,
straight to the boss man, and no stairs right ?'

Vostal laughed. 'Yeah that's right, he's expected,
so no detours or sightseeing trips.'

And with that he turned around and headed back up
the corridor towards the entrance.

Marc watched him go and called after him
sarcastically, 'Hey, thanks for the lift, maybe we
could do lunch sometime?' He felt the muzzle of a rifle
against the small of his back.

'Ok, ok. I was kidding guys. Let's go see your boss.'
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 Chapter 9

It had been some hours since the demonstration had
ended, Tyr was exhausted, the adrenalin that had been
pumping around his system had subsided, and fatigue was
eating away at him. He needed a good nights rest
without the dreams, just silent uninterrupted bliss, how long
had it been now? Months - Years? He couldn't remember, time
had ceased to have any real meaning for him now, all that mattered
was the project, it had to be completed on time, his life
depended on it.

He rested his face in his hands and his reflection
gazed back at him from off the polished surface of the
desk, he was surprised how old he looked. Where was the
brash, upwardly mobile young officer that he'd once
been? The career-motivated soldier that would stop at
nothing to get to the top was gone, ripped apart by the
realisation that this -

He closed his eyes.

- this life was not the 'be all and end all', there
was a something else out there, something new and
terrifying and the thing that frightened him most of
all was that he didn't know what it was, just that it
was coming and he had to get away.

He sat silently for a while when he felt a presence
in the room, without looking up he knew it was Kreer.

'General' He acknowledged.

Kreer walked over to the large table and sat down a
few seats away. 'We can dispense with the formalities
Tyr, there's no-one else here.'

Raising his head Tyr looked directly at him. 'It
went well don't you think? E-Day is now out in the
open, at least amongst the ranks here, it'll spread
quickly you know there are bound to be leaks, we could
have a revolution on our hands.'

Kreer smiled. 'You worry too much, the military and
localised PPC forces throughout all the major cities
are on standby. Martial law is ready to be enforced the
minute I give the word.'

At least that was some comfort Tyr thought to
himself, the last thing he needed was a riot of
worldwide proportions.

'You look washed out Tyr, the visions still bothering
you? I could have the medical team remove the implants
if you wish?'

Tyr rubbed the top of his head and traced the thin
circle of scar tissue that was hidden under his thick
black hair. Subconsciously the device buried somewhere
in his frontal lobe seemed to throb, but he didn't know
whether the feeling was a product of his own imagination
or something else. It was like an itch you wanted to scratch
but couldn't quite reach.

'No it's fine, I can cope.' He replied quietly.

'Then you're a stronger man than I am.' Kreer
whispered. 'I couldn't have stood another day with that
thing in my head the images were getting too frequent
and too damn strong.'

'Like I said, its not a problem, we need to be aware
of when its going to happen, and at least this way
we've got the next best thing to an early warning
system.'

Kreer nodded in agreement. 'Not to mention that it
takes you off the expendable list..' He added, his
voice taking on a menacing tone.

Ignoring the comment, Tyr sat up and focused
himself. 'I assume you didn't just come here for the
small talk General, the Beta-Testing, are we ready to
commence?'

'Yes' Kreer snapped. 'It will take place tomorrow
evening, we will launch a modified Interceptor from the
Taurus Colony Science facility, send it through a
jump-gate with a single 'willing' occupant, then bring
it back remotely for study. If all goes as well as with
the previous unmanned attempts, we will be testing one
of the larger vessels, I have already commissioned 'The
Alamo' to be fitted with a Rift Generation Unit.'

It was Tyr's turn to smile, memories of his time
served commanding the flagship of the fleet, the first
Battleship out of production and it had been his to
command. He was just sorry that he'd never had a chance
to take it into combat; there had never
been a need. Nothing on Earth could have stood against
its devastating weaponry. It was merely a token
gesture, just there to prove that the EEC were the
superior military presence on the planet.

Kreer interrupted his reminiscing and brought him
back to reality. 'A word of warning Tyr, don't forget
who is in charge of this operation. I could have you
replaced in an a moments notice. I can tolerate your
insolence for only so long, it would do you well to
remember that!'

Tyr stared back unblinking, 'And just who would you
use as your Guinea-Pig General? If memory serves me
correctly, the only other member of this operation that
successfully adapted to the Neurimplants went AWOL and
still hasn't been recaptured.'

Kreer stood up angrily knocking over the chrome
finished chair and sending it skittering across the
polished floor. 'Don't push me too far Winters, I'm
already at the end of my patience! Be at the
Observation suite at 1300 hours tomorrow afternoon, do
not keep me waiting.'

And without any further words marched angrily out of
the room.

Tyr yawned and felt the need to lie down starting to
wash over him. He rose wearily from his seat and moved
to switch off the holo-Emitters.

'So the big day was tomorrow', he thought to
himself. Things were coming to a head at last and his
finger hovered above the power down switch.

'There are winners and losers in every race -' He
murmered. ' - even the Human one.'

And with those words hanging in the air he flicked
the small plastic switch and watched the three
dimensional spinning globe flicker and die before
turning and heading for his quarters.
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 Chapter 10

'She's coming round again - output stabilising -
we've got her back.'

'Did you catch those readings? We've got a natural
here, better inform Kreer, he'll want to know about it
ASAP.'

'I agree, looks like she's struggling to handle it
though, neural inhibitors?'

'Definitely. Don't want her flaking out before the
company get a proper look at her, it's been months
since we found a natural, go make the arrangements.'

Angie was in a state of twilight sleep, she could
vaguely hear the disjointed voices, and the blurred
images began to take on form and shape with every
second. She was aware of two men, both in white
outfits, one of them moved away from the bottom of her
bed and disappeared out of the room.

'W..w..water -' she managed to rasp. Her mouth felt
like it was on fire, and there was a steady
uncomfortable pounding in her ears, not unlike the
onset of a particular nasty migraine. She gratefully
accepted the small paper cone of water, and taking it
in her shaking hands allowed the cool liquid to pass
her lips. The feeling was exhilarating.

'You've had quite an ordeal my dear, don't try to do
too much too quickly, just relax a little, we're
bringing something to help you with the pain.'

'Where am I?' I can't seem to move my legs. Oh
Goddess! I'm paralysed, the explosion, I remember - !'

'Shhhhh, its alright, you're fine, we had to give
you a small injection to take care of the pain, you
suffered some severe head trauma, and before the
operation took place, we had to ensure you didn't go
moving around. It'll wear off within 24hrs so just calm
yourself.'

Angie tried to regulate her breathing, she had been
taught to do that in training, to combat shock, it
wasn't working a whole lot. 'She dropped the empty
paper cup onto the bed, a few remaining drops splashed
onto the thin cotton sheets hiding her modesty. For the first
time she realised she wasn't clothed, and that bothered her.

'Could you hand me a robe please?'

The man in white handed her a blue robe, which she
hugged to herself, and tried to pull around her.

'Here, let me help you with that' the man moved
closer to the bed.

'I can handle it dammit! Now kindly keep your hands
to yourself if you don't mind.'

He took a step backwards not expecting such a
hostile reaction. 'I apologise, I didn't mean to..'

'Its fine' She snapped, 'Just let me clothe myself
ok?'

The man nodded and moved to check out one of the
machines at the other side of the room. Angie
persevered with the robe, and with a sigh, managed to
pull it around her, relief washed over her and the
vulnerability she felt began to fade.

She felt sorry for the man, he did not speak after
her outburst. A little ashamed of her actions, she
called out to him. 'I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean
to snap, it's just that I'm a little -'

'No need to apologise my dear, I understand. Would
you like more water?'

She smiled, the first time she had done so in a
long time. 'Yes please that would be great.'

He handed her another cup and moved back to the end
of the bed.

'I know this might sound like a silly question but
where the frik am I? And before you're tempted to say
'hospital' let me tell you that this cup is pretty
sharp.'

He smiled. 'You're at South Side, not the regular
medical facility, but the military wing, for some
reason we were asked to move you here, its normally
reserved for EEC officials, but someone in authority
seems to have taken a shine to you.'

'Really? Any idea who that someone would be?'
The man turned away, 'I'm not really allowed to
divulge that kind of information my dear it could be
classed as sensitive.'

'Oh come on now, I mean if they gave the order to
transfer little ol' me, then surely its not going to be
a problem knowing now is it? How else am I going to
thank them?'

He pondered for a few minutes, 'Ok, this never came
from me right?'

'Right' she promised.

'The order came from quite high up, a Colonel Tyr
Winters to be precise, now please don't say a word to
anyone.'

'Thank-you' she smiled. 'And don't worry its
between you and me.'

She settled back into the bed, confused. Why would
Winters get her transferred here?

He hated her and everything she stood for, it was
no secret that there was an atmosphere between the PPC
and the EEC that went much deeper than just
professional rivalry. It was time to start getting to
the bottom of this now, if only she could move her
frikking legs.
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 Chapter 11

Marc sat in the small brightly lit room and
pondered the meaning of life. Well more the meaning of
his life and why he'd been foolish enough to skip
breakfast that morning. After what seemed like hours of
drumming his fingers on the rickety aluminum topped table
he came to the conclusion that he was just getting even
more confused, and vowed never to get out of bed on a
Monday morning again - providing he actually saw another
Monday morning,

His thoughts drifted to Angie. He had no idea how
she was, other than she was alive, that much he was
certain of. He didn't know how or why he knew, he just
did.

He looked at his wristwatch, wishing he had worn his
antique anologue timepiece.

Any sound would have been welcome now, even the
incessant ticking that drove him mad when he couldn't
sleep would have been a comfort, this silence was just
too - ermm - silent.

'Can anyone hear me out there?' He called out, but
no-one answered in reply.

It wasn't until at least 20 minutes later that he
heard the grating of metal upon metal as someone on the
other side of the door slid back the rusty bolt that
kept him in confinement.

He stood up and crossed to the furthest point in the
room, unsure of what to expect, and was mildly
disappointed when a thin, angular jawed man who looked
to be in his late thirties walked in flanked by two men
who's necks appeared to have vanished into their
shoulders.

'Mr Kryzek' the man started in a dull lifeless
voice. 'No need to get up, please take your seat, we
have much to discuss.'

Marc pulled up a chair and seated himself, his eyes
not leaving the two bodyguards for a second.

'Now I assume you have a hundred and one questions to
ask me Mr Kryzek, but allow me if you will to get this
-' The man struggled for words. '..interview underway.'

He turned to the two men who had barely moved since
they escorted him into the room. 'You can leave us now,
Mr Kryzek is not going to try anything rash, I'd like
to discuss certain matters with him privately, so if
you'd be good enough to wait for me outside, and maybe
order some refreshments for our 'guest '?

The guards glanced at Marc and turned on their
heels, leaving the room as swiftly as they'd entered.

'So finally you're here..Marc..isn't it ? You don't
mind if I call you Marc ?'

'You can call me whatever you like.' Marc spat back.
'It's not as if I'm in any position to argue now is it?'

'Oh Marc, Marc, don't be like that, would you have
come if I'd have simply asked you to? No I don't think
you would, despite what you may have said to Vostal.
Bringing you here was necessary , and I apologise for
the somewhat unorthodox methods my man used, but
believe me it was of the utmost importance.'

'Important enough to have my wife assassinated ?'
Marc could feel his anger growing.

'We did no such thing I assure you, although I will
admit the timing was rather - pleasing. It served us
quite well indeed not having to search for you. You're
a difficult man to track down when you don't want to be
found.'

'I keep myself to myself.' Marc whispered scarcely
able to hide his disbelief that this man -this small
insignificant man, could treat his wife's attempted
murder with so little sympathy.

'An admirable trait Marc, after all, had you not
kept such a low key lifestyle when you were dismissed
from the EEC, you would no longer be breathing, the
military does not look favourably on one of its
'fallen' sons.'

'So you know me huh ?' Marc stared into the man's
eyes as he spoke, there was no sparkle of life in them
at all, they were dead, like the eyed of a fish laid
out for sale on the morning markets.

The man exhaled loudly, then took a deep breath
before speaking again.

'Marc Romanov Kryzek, born January the 6th 2015, an
exceptionally intelligent child, discovered to have a
lack of respect for any authority and expelled from 3
major graduate dwellings before the age of 16. Taken
into military care at the age of 18,trained as a pilot
for three years to became the youngest Interceptor
pilot on record.

Transferred to EEC covert operations in the fall of
39, just after his marriage to Angela Reid.'

He paused for breath and continued. 'Military
service record was impeccable until an incident in
Paris where he shot and maimed a fellow officer who was
'allegedly' attacking a young woman for reasons
undetermined. Dishonourably discharged from
the service in 45, only narrowly avoided a custodial
sentence due to the timely intervention of a 'friend'
in the ranks. Never claimed government benefits, and
never worked again. Until now.'

Marc was at a loss for words.

'Does that briefly sum you up Marc? Or would you
like me to delve deeper ? I've merely skimmed the
surface as you know, but if you'd like me to continue
-'

Marc stopped him mid sentence.

'Explain the 'never worked until now part.'

The man smiled 'Ah, I wondered if you would pick up
on that.'

He paused. 'Now, Where to begin?'
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 Chapter 12 - Intersection - Something evil this way
comes.

Space was dull; he'd decided that even before he
left earth for the Recon 3 Satellite post. There were
none of those magnificent scenes he'd watched as a
teenager on the vids. When a rogue asteroid hurtled
past his view-screen it didn't rumble ominously as if
powered by some deep hidden engine it just floated by
until out of sight. It was quiet, no sound save for the
occasional click of the communications relay, and the
beep of a coded report successfully received back at
control.

"Would be nice if someone called once in awhile'
He muttered to himself. He tried to remember his last
personal message, but couldn't place his finger on the
date. Probably was some time back in June and his
landlord chasing overdue credits again. Well once he
was back he'd sort out that little problem, his EEC
contract for this solitary mission would easily cover
his outstanding debts, and with the remainder he would
be able to set himself up on one of the floating
apartment condo's in Florida. Whoever said heaven was a
place on Earth definitely hadn't been lying.

His web-net data tablet lay blinking on the
console trying anxiously to tell him that he hadn't
shut it down, on its clear plexiglas scratch cover, he
had stencilled in large friendly letters 'Don't Panic!'
in an attempt at a humorous tribute to some author or
other's books he'd read as a child. Flipping the case
he glanced down at the last file he'd opened, more out
of sheer boredom rather than a wanton thirst for
knowledge.

 Excerpts from public Database Timestamp 2014 ad.

The EEC (Eon Energy Commission)

This multi-national corporation began as an
underground privately funded research department set up
by Earth's heads of state to deal with the rapidly
decreasing energy reserves.

With an original workforce of 50 top scientists,
they investigated the possibilities of extracting a
power source from areas otherwise unknown to man within
our own planetary boundaries. The findings from the
first five years research were uneventful, and it wasn't
until the great Paris disaster of 2020 (see 'Lassem's Comet'
excerpt) that an amazing discovery was made.

Once the area that had been the French capitol
Paris had been designated safe, a team of investigators
handpicked from the ranks of the EEC were sent in to
retrieve samples from the impact area. These samples
contained a highly volatile metallic compound that held
fantastic scientific properties and later testing broke
new ground in the field of propulsion engineering.

The compound (designated Eon'ium) rocked the
scientific departments to their very foundations, and
proved that in order for the human race to find a new
power source, we would have to reach for the stars.

 He stretched out in the plastic moulded cockpit
seat snapped the data tablet shut and ran the days
system check, a little green led flashed indicating
that everything was fine. It was the same every day, a
man could go stir crazy up here. System checks, long
range scans, proximity mine checks, one long list of
menial tasks that a trained monkey could do, but that
was half the reason he was here, it cost thousands to
train a monkey, and why bother when you had good old
John Taylor, a man with no life and the last remaining
years of his Twenties to give to the service for a
pocket full of credits and a Class 1 citizenship.

He sighed "Space is most definitely dull'. And he
closed his eyes, letting sleep wash over him like a
welcome blanket.

He could only have been unconscious for twenty
minutes when he awoke with a start. He felt uneasy and
his skin prickled, the hairs standing up on his arms.

Looking around in his still semi drowsy state he
glanced at the control panel, the whole array was still
blinking a happy green, all systems fine. What was
wrong with him? He still couldn't shake that feeling
you get when you sense someone or something is behind
you, but you're too afraid to turn and check, afraid of
seeing some unspeakable horror crouching there, its mouth
a maw of razor sharp teeth drooling, ready to lunge the minute
you set eyes on it.

He fought back his fear and turned his head
slowly. His eyes fell on the poster of scantily clad
Candice Allura the holovid actress in her now famous
'Hanging over the edge of a precipice by one fingernail
while clutching two frightened looking kids and a dog'
pose. No slavering demons then; he took a deep breath
and raised himself up, still not quite able to shake the
feeling that there was something in the cabin with him.

After three fruitless system wide searches he
resigned himself to being simply spooked, not
surprising he thought, being alone for this amount of
time was sure to get your imagination racing,
especially knowing that the only living thing was
approximately three weeks travel-time away back on
Earth. He was about to settle back into his seat and
try to get some more sleep when something
subconsciously made him want to check the external
view.

It took him a few moments for the blast screens to
rise up into their protective housings revealing the
view port opening out onto his little section of the
cosmos. The lights from the cockpit reflecting back off
the highly polished surface obscured his view, and he had
to dim them to make anything out amidst the uninviting blackness.

His eyes slowly adjusted, and then he saw it, not
even a click from his position, a slow pulsating
ripple, almost like the effect a stone thrown into a
still pond will produce. Mesmerised, he watched the
frequency of the ripples accelerate until he was
looking at nothing more than a blur that seemed to
bulge outward towards him. Then it tore. A tendril of
pure energy burst from its centre and began snaking
towards the satellite covering ground at an exponential
rate. He stood rooted to the spot and watched in
horrified fascination as it neared the port window,
stopping before making contact with the toughened
Plexiglas screen. His mind was screaming at him to get
away, close the blast shield and evacuate, get in the
pod and get the frik out of there as fast as he could,
but his body simply refused to act. He was vaguely
aware of the smell of ozone, and the air seemed charged
with some electrical current that he sensed was
building second by second.

The tendril pulled back a few yards, its tip
beginning to burn much brighter than the rest of its
serpentine form. He couldn't understand how, but John
knew in that instant he was going to die, out here in
the cold, with no one to see or help him.

He didn't even have the comfort of a God or
Goddess to pray to, he'd never lived a particularly
religious life something he regretted now. Even in
these final minutes of existence some part of him
already won over by madness found that amusing, it was
always the case in the vids he watched, that the person
about to meet their demise cried out the name of their Deity
even if they'd been the most ruthless killer. Why was
that he thought? The tendril was shaking now with pent
up energy anxiously waiting for release seemingly
holding back for some signal.

He let out a choked whimper, and as if that was
the command it had been holding out for the tendril of
energy surged forward blasting the screen inwards.

He felt a split second of white-hot pain, and then
there was nothing left of him to feel anything at all.

For a moment or two, as the Recon 3 satellite's
reactor core ignited and blew itself apart a new star
was visible, John Taylor's parting signature from this
life.

Out there in the dark recesses of uncharted space,
something registered life other than that of its own
and changed direction from its aimless wandering. It
wasn't sure yet, it needed more to go on, a stronger
signal, but it had found a starting point. Its lost
brethren would be found no matter the cost.
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 Chapter 13 by irons

Marc Kryzek was definitely having one of those
days. Clearly he'd upset someone high up as not content
with having his wife blown up and being kidnapped at
bomb point, he was now "enjoying supper' with an
obviously unhinged alleged Cult leader who was about to
give him some equally psychotic mission that would
leave him (more than likely) very dead very fast. But
at least the food was good, he kept thinking of the
last meal a condemned man receives before he sets off
on that one-way journey to oblivion.

"Now Marc, before we continue, I need to ask you
some questions that I would like you to think about
before you answer.' He leaned across the desk and fixed
him with a penetrating stare, lowering his voice
slightly he continued. "Would you consider yourself an
open minded man Marc?'

"Despite the advanced Military training forced
down my throat for years, I'm just like any other
grunt; they taught us not to think. But then you
already know that, don't you? After all you are the
walking talking public database.'

The man, Johnson smiled. "'Mr Kryzek, your
relentless knack for hitting out with these little
witticisms never fails to amuse me, but please, I'd
like you to answer the question.'

Marc took a small sip from the glass that had been
placed in front of him by one of the guards earlier and
was surprised to find the Claret that filled it was
particularly good. 'If you mean do I believe in the
afterlife, or little green men, then I'm afraid you
have the wrong man. There are two things that I have
faith in on this rock, my wife and myself.'

Johnson pondered for a minute and took a gulp from
his own glass, spilling a little of the dark red liquid
onto the tabletop. "Ah yes, your wife, we'll come to
her in a moment, but first I have a little story to
tell you. I assume you've heard of the old Roswell, New
Mexico stories about Extraterrestrials crashing and
being whisked away by the American Government in the
sixties?'

Marc acknowledged with a curt nod.

"Well that's what they were, stories, nothing more
than propaganda to cover up some other little
'instances' that I can assure you were very real.'

'Oh come on you're trying to tell me that ..'

"Let me finish please Mr Kryzek, you can air your
doubts shortly, but hear me out.

Now a little under twenty years ago, we did
retrieve an object, it fell on San Paulo. This object
was taken and studied for years by many scientific
bodies, we learned a great deal from the technology,
but there was little evidence to suggest that it had
ever been occupied. The craft we assumed was a remote
vessel, much in the same vein as our own Sentinel
Drones, just hardware blasted off into space in the
hope of finding 'something else' out there.' He paused
and took another drink. 'Now three years ago, the craft
did something remarkable, it appeared to break up. The
pieces that dropped from the vessel turned out to be
cryo-stasis pods each containing a living being,
nothing like we had ever seen before.

Mark sat there, open-mouthed. Was this guy really
trying to convince him that aliens existed? This was
too much to accept; obviously he'd escaped from some
insane asylum somewhere and was acting out his
delirious fantasies in the real world. He started to
rise from his seat. "Ok ..well that's all very nice Mr
Johnson, that's a great story, and I'm sure it all
seems real to you, but I have to leave , you see I have
a wife in hospital, and she needs me right now, so if
you don't mind, I'll be on my way. It was nice meeting
you and..'

"Sit down Kryzek!'

Marc sat. The power commandeered in Johnson's
voice immediately sending him back to his time at the
academy and visual images of old authoritarian drill
commanders swept through his head.

"That's better.' Johnson relaxed a little. 'As I
was saying, these extraterrestrial entities proved a
mystery to us, we couldn't communicate with them at
first, they appeared to have no vocal means of relaying
information, so we did what we do best. We inflicted
experiments of every nature we could devise to test
their mettle and see what made them tick. Over the
course of two and a half years, the specimens dropped
from six to two and we still had no information other
than a detailed map of their biological makeup. We hit
a breakthrough purely by accident.
One of my our Biotech operators working with the
creatures apparently suffered a mild stroke during a
routine experiment. He made a full recovery and
eventually returned to work, but the instant he entered
into the containment unit he swore blind he could hear
them talking to one another.'

Marc raised an eyebrow in the hope that he was
convincing Johnson of taking all the information in.

"Of course we didn't believe Rodriguez, that was
his name by the way, and so we sent him away for
medical analysis. It was during a standard ECG scan
that we noticed the abnormal brain patterns; somehow,
whether it was the stroke that caused it we are not
quite sure, but some stimulus had affected the way his
brain operated, he was experiencing things on a whole
new level. Fortunately for us he had somehow tapped
into an area that in 99% of the population remains
dormant and unused. It was this area that allowed him
to pick up on the empathic waves coming from the
beings. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't handle all
the new information and after we had learned only a fraction of
what we possibly could have, it drove him over the
edge.'

Johnson paused momentarily as the lights in the
room flickered. His voice was noticeably calmer than it
had been a few minutes ago.

'Ah these old bomb shelters, always doing that,
may I continue Marc?'

'Please do.' Marc replied in his best 'wanting to
sound interested' voice.

'Thank you.' Taking another sip from his glass, he
swallowed hard before continuing. 'Now what Rodriguez
had inadvertently discovered opened up a whole new
channel for us. Obviously we were stuck with a minor
conundrum. That being how to recreate the conditions
that had caused him to become susceptible to the
creatures thought patterns in the first place. We
toiled with the problem for a long time, and many,
shall we say volunteers, gave their last days to the
Rodriguez syndrome.'

Marc felt sickened, he knew exactly what Johnson
meant. This man clearly played games with people's
lives as if they were nothing more than tools.

'Eventually we came up with a compromise. Rather
than trying to manipulate the brain via external
sources, a tiny device, which directly stimulated the
neural pathways, was fitted. This method proved
extremely effective, though sadly, was quite unstable
in most of our subjects. In fact only two of us came
through the initial experiments.'

Marc raised his head a little. 'You said 'us'
there. You tested these things on yourself?'

Johnson smiled. 'You don't miss a great deal do
you Marc, I see I was quite correct in looking for you.
Yes I was fitted with one of the Neurimplants at my own
request along with a colleague of mine Tyr Winters,
have you ever heard of him?'

Marc shook his head. 'Not that I can recall.'

'Ah no matter, you will, very shortly I don't
doubt. Now Tyr and myself worked very closely with the
two remaining test subjects from the crashed craft, we
learned a little about their race, history mainly and a
little of their sciences. The Xenrathii are a very
remarkable species Mr Kryzek. They were initially
explorers, much like we strive to be, but unfortunately
they were mistreated down the ages by the civilisations
they came into contact with. Now they stand alone, and
have but one goal, the domination and extermination of
anything they come into contact with.' Johnson placed
his glass on the table top with a loud clink.

'Umm ok, so you're basically telling me the
dreaded Zuurgs from Outer Space are here to destroy the
world? With a whole mighty army of two?'

'Xenrathii Mr Kryzek, they're called Xenrathii and
no, obviously the ones we have in captivity are no
threat by themselves, it's the empathic link to their
collective that worries me.'

'And this is where the little 'mission' you have
for me comes in right?'

Johnson's eyes met Marc's. 'That's quite correct,
we need to remove the possibility of contact between
them and the rest of their race.'

'So basically you're asking me .'

'Yes, Mr Kryzek, I want you to kill them.'

Posted: Monday, September 10, 2001, 23:08 -
Updated: Saturday, September 15,2001, 19:50

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Re: Planetarion - The story

Unfortunately, that's all of the story that Irons posted before he left PA. I enjoyed it, which is why I kept a copy.
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