মুখ্য The Battle for Sol: Book Two

The Battle for Sol: Book Two

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The Battle for Sol: Book Two

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Revolution of the Gods



The Battle for Sol



BOOK TWO





By W.R. Hobbs



C7 Publishing





Copyright 2014



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Table of Contents


CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER 02

CHAPTER 03

CHAPTER 04

CHAPTER 05

CHAPTER 06

CHAPTER 07

CHAPTER 08

CHAPTER 09

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

Thank you for reading Book Two!





CHAPTER 01




Dugway Facility


The main viewer was off and the briefing had just ended. Bracken, Hauer and Leroux remained behind in the conference room. They were joined by Corporal Riggs, one of the general’s most trusted aides. Bracken was about to ask Dr. Hauer about his group’s efforts when the viewer flashed on again.

“Sir we have a report of a Helios going down in the Vegas RZ,” Colonel Reid reported once he had returned to his office and retrieved the intelligence update. A satellite image taken above Las Vegas appeared on the left half of the conference room viewer. Then an enlarged section above the Bellagio zoomed in on the ride side of the screen showing the crash.

“Apparently an extremely powerful plasma discharge struck a Helios causing it to go down. Any instructions?” Reid asked.

“Maintain enhanced surveillance on the area and notify me promptly of any more activity, Bracken out.”

“I assume that was our GEO involved in the confrontation?” Bracken nodded toward Hauer.

“His abilities are untrained, instinctive and apparently rapidly evolving. Taon must reach his destination before he becomes a danger even to himself.”

“Dr. Ha; uer, if you believe you can assist Taon in any way, feel free to do so,” Bracken suggested.

“I will go back to my lab,” Hauer deduced, knowing that his own modified equipment would probably be of better use in Taon’s predicament. “I will be on Level 176 if you need me General.”

The general looked back at Leroux. “Corporal Riggs, assist Dr. Leroux in retrieving her things. I want you to take my family and the doctor to Section H of Level 181,” Bracken ordered.

“Doctor Leroux, please follow the corporal. Your private quarters are ready as well as a personal research lab in Section G. The cranial fragment has been secured in that area and two technicians have been appropriated for your use. I assume Dr. Hauer will be joining you shortly.”

“Am I looking for something in particular?” Leroux asked.

“Dr. Hauer is better qualified to answer that question,” Bracken unsatisfactorily answered. Leroux left for Level 181, trying to comprehend what she had heard in the conference room.

After walking back to his office, Bracken sat down in front of his desk viewer and checked in with General Kirsch on the surface. Commanding three armored divisions, Kirsch was a notably brilliant battlefield tactician. The general was a veteran of both Gulf wars and was battle tested in the field. He was in late 60s but appeared at least 15 years younger with his slender, fit physique. His discerning hazel eyes demanded the best of everyone around him. Frank Kirsch was a no nonsense prototypical son of the classicAmerican military.

“Frank, how are things progressing topside?”

“ We have established the outer air defense perimeter. Our divisions are assembling and completing the setup of surface command/control structures, airstrips, supply depots, armories and barracks. Fort Phoenix is scheduled to be fully operational in two hours. Divisional deployment capability will be achieved by 2300 hours,” Kirsch reported.

Originated by General Straka, ‘Fort Phoenix’ was the nickname given to the planned Dugway surface coalescence of thousands of forces that were originally tasked to reconstitute American autonomy in the Central Zone as part of Operation Goliath. Their initial mission to assault and take over the Groom Lake and Dulce facilities had not changed but the stakes had. The forces above Dugway prepared their implements of war diligently, knowing that assaults on both of these facilities would be no easy task.

“We are nearly finished with the initial preparatory phase of Operation Goliath as planned. I suspect Lindherst and the C7 are likely aware of our most recent movements by now. We are set to be on defensive readiness at any mom---” a high priority alert flashed, interrupting Kirsch’s transmission.

“General Bracken. You are hereby ordered to stand down from your command at Dugway! Your provisional assignment has been rescinded by Prime Delegate Pike at the direction of the Council of Seven. I am here to ensure your compliance and commandeer the facility,” Lindherst snapped, anticipating Bracken’s reaction.

“Director Lindherst. I have waited a long time to offer you my true sentiments – Go fuck yourself! This facility is hereby operated by the United States military, not the god damned NAU or C7,” Bracken countered, finally giving Lindherst a long deserved rebuke.

“Bracken, it would be very unwise for you to take such a stance. You overestimate your abilities. I suggest you stand down now!”

“Lindherst, you can consider Dugway under the protection of the US military. Any attempt to commandeer this base will be the unwise stance,” the general bolstered.

“Have it your way Bracken. Dugway is not the only facility where the C7 has pursued next generation weapons technology and you are about to become acquainted with our superiority,” Lindherst bragged.

General Kirsch had deployed eighty defensive laser arrays along a five mile perimeter surrounding the surface of Dugway. On the flipside, near the northeast corner of the perimeter, Lindherst had positioned four undetected Helios attack cruisers that began firing over 600 missiles, targeting the laser arrays from about two miles away. The arrays successfully repelled the majority of the volley but the overwhelming number of incoming ordinance allowed more than enough missiles to find their targets and all of the arrays were disabled or destroyed in just a few seconds.

General Bracken had switched to his wall viewer to show a live view of the surface and observed the attack on the perimeter.

So Lindherst brought the big guns .

Assessing the incoming threat, General Tucker, who was in command of all the air wings, ordered his pilots to scramble ten Griffins and over seventy-five F-35s from makeshift airstrips on the surface.

After the laser arrays were neutralized, Lindherst sentin fifteen Griffins and ninety-five F-37 Condors to begin an air assault at the center of the facility. When the unfriendly Griffins were nearly on top of the massive conglomeration of US military hardware assembled on the surface, Kirsch activated the automated plasma cannons near the opening underground hanger doors that were about to launch two Helios cruisers.

The cannons hit the Griffins several times without any apparent damage but as the Condors flew into range, they were picked apart by the plasma bursts.

He has significantly enhanced those cannons , Lindherst concluded.

Dugway's Griffins and F-35s were all in the air by the time the enemy aircraft made their first pass. Simultaneously, Lindherst’s small armada of four Helios cruisers was steadily approaching the center of the base preparing to touch down. About one half mile from the main mass of troops, the cruisers descended to a few feet above the ground.

Under incoming fire from Dugway’s Griffins, Lindherst launched twenty-four Razor Tanks from his cruisers. These mechanical beasts were in fact part of the weapon superiority of which the director had alluded. After releasing the tanks, the director ordered the cruisers to back off, realizing he had underestimated the number of forces that had been redeployed to Dugway.

Bracken has obviously been planning for some time now .



Dugway Level 181


Corporal Riggs stood in front of the control panel watching the numbers increase past 160. The elevator was a bit tight, carrying the general’s family, Dr. Leroux, and their luggage.

“We haven’t formally met. My name is Catherine Bracken,” the general’s wife said, using her left hand to restrain Jake Jr. and extending her other one in greeting.

“I am Dr. Courtney Leroux. Nice to meet you,” Leroux responded, shaking Cathy’s hand. “Are we the only ones going to 181?”

“Jacob said some of the other officers’ families will be on our level as well,” Cathy replied before telling Jake Jr. to quiet down and stop pointing at the corporal’s gun.

A few seconds passed and the doors began opening on Level 181. Colonel Osborne was facing them with his side arm drawn and completely caught Riggs off guard.

“Give me your weapon soldier!” Osborne ordered the confused corporal.





CHAPTER 02


San Leandro Reservoir - California


The V33 flew across Skyline Boulevard and approached the west side of the reservoir. Cadan’s descending approach took the Raider low to the ground at the head of Peninsula Road. Speeding southeast, parallel with the road and the reservoir, the stands of redwoods and California bay trees towering over the patches of huckleberry bushes and ferns began to considerably thin out as the men reached the tip of the short peninsula. Cadan sat the Raider down at the very end of the dirt road near a looped turnaround in the middle of a large cleared area.

Simeon hopped out first, attempting to scout the nearby clearing before the last rays of daylight dissipated. Cadan walked around the V33 checking for any damage that may not have registered on the internal systems. Ben was the last to exit, appreciating the open space which was free of desperate camp residents; the smell of close quartered living and barrel fires. He immensely enjoyed the clean organic scents of redwood and fresh water.

“Well guys, this is where our paths part as they say,” Cadan alerted as he activated a hologram from his wrist, displaying the adjacent reservoir. The other two men walked over to him and observed. He continued, “You two are taking the Raider…”

“Are you proceeding on foot?” a perplexed Ben interrupted.

“No, I will be taking this…” Cadan countered as he looked up from the hologram readout and over to the water. A muddled blur of bright blue lights began appearing under the water just before the surface started to bubble. A sleek sixty foot aircraft breached the surface and completely emerged above the quiet reservoir. Ben and Simeon watched the glistening black craft as it hovered from over the water and sat down near the V33.

“Just a little something I threw together back at the garage,” Cadan bragged.

Simeon leaked some laughter, knowing that Cadan was referencing the Salton Sea facility when he said garage. Ben simply looked on with complete amazement.

The back half of the ship slightly resembled an F-35 Lightning, possessing two outwardly angled dorsal tail fins above a singular swept back wing and housing one large engine in the center of the aft section. The front of the ship did not resemble any conventional configuration. The sloped cockpit was positioned near the middle of the craft just in front of its main wing. From that point forward, the fuselage split into two nacelles, projecting past the cockpit on each side and extending about twenty-five feet into narrowing tips, resembling a pair of slightly opened needle nose pliers.

“I see you have been busy my industrious friend,” Simeon remarked as he walked over to get a closer look at the craft.

“It’s called the Valkyrie. Air speed Mach twelve, space speed .0002 c, redundant plasma shields, particle armaments, and sensory invisibility cloak. This is the prototype that we are putting into mass production,” Cadan disclosed, walking up beside his friend that was admiring the forward twin nacelles.

“I’m impressed,” Simeon admitted. “It should stand up well to a Griffin or even a Gigim Xul most probably.”

“What is the Gigim Xul?” Ben queried.

“Um, I will explain that when we get to our destination,” Simeon retracted, realizing he had forgotten Ben’s frame of reference had not yet been fully fleshed out. He looked back at Cadan and halfway grinned, “Where are you headed?”

“My presence is requested in Vegas. Our friend from Dugway seems to have gotten into a little pinch after his escape.”

“Losing him will greatly hamper our plans,” Simeon warned, with a furrowed brow.

“I know. So we are not going to lose him. Don’t worry,” Cadan said, placing his hand on Simeon’s shoulder. “You and Ben need to get on your way.”

“I guess the Raider will just have to do Ben!” Simeon joked as he looked back over at his new friend and gestured for them to return to the V33.

Cadan walked a few paces behind them, detailing how he had already programmed the coordinates into the V33’s navigational console for an automated flight to their destination.

“Based on the most recent reports from Dugway, surveillance is likely to be light as there is a mass redeployment of troops up and down the West Coast. Nevertheless, this V33 is modified with my detection countermeasures so you should have a smooth ride,” Cadan explained while the two men climbed into the cockpit and secured their helmets.

“Watch your back,” Simeon offered, simultaneously pressing a series of menus on the console.

“Aut viam inveniam aut faciam (I shall either find a way or make one),” Cadan concluded, recapturing Simeon’s full attention.

“Sic infit (So it begins),” Simeon responded with a smile, realizing his friend was acknowledging the Antient Mason’s passion for linguistics. He shut the cockpit door as the engines fired up. Cadan nodded to the two men. The Raider hovered into the air performing a 180 degree turn and then darted to the south.

Cadan retrieved his flight jacket from the Valkyrie's side compartment and climbed up the foot ladder into the cockpit.

So Bracken ended up on the right side, Cadan thought as he considered the communication he had received after taking off from Oakland. Dr. Hauer had transmitted a report to the Salton Sea facility alerting that Dugway and a large portion of the NAU military were joined into the coming confrontation against the C7. This is a very positive development, Cadan concluded.





CHAPTER 03


Las Vegas


The Ferrari sped down East Flamingo Boulevard with the C7 guards rounding the corner at the Bellagio in pursuit. Mykah and Taon were just past the old Bally’s casino when a defense pod on its roof began firing on them. Munitions exploded near the car and struck other vehicles along the road consistently requiring Mykah to redirect. Another flurry of fire erupted from the roof of the casino on the other side of East Flamingo and the Ferrari took a few hits in its rear engine.

Back at the Bellagio, Commander Reyes hovered over the crashed Helios in his V33. He did not see any signs of survival from Valik and proceeded to join the chase.

Some of the C7 guards pursuing on motorcycles had gotten close enough to the crippled Aurea to shoot at its tires. The car spun several times after the rear tires blew and Mykah could not maintain control, sliding sideways into a bank of limousines in front of the Hilton.

Mykah exited the car immediately and looked up to see the Raider bearing down on their location. Reyes honed in on their coordinates with his missile array and fired. Just as the missiles were leaving their housing, an explosion violently pushed his V33’s rear section downward causing the missiles to head off course into the sky. The commander looked behind him to see the aft section of his Raider splintering off the fuselage.

Cadan’s undetected Valkyrie flew past the falling Raider and proceeded to simultaneously destroy the two closest defense pods that were still firing down on Mykah and Taon. Cadan performed a high 180 degree turn and returned to take out the motorcycles before coming to a hover over the mangled Ferrari and activating Mykah’s data pad.

“Having a little car trouble?” Cadan asked.

“Leetayo! You have perfect timing,” Mykah greeted her old friend.

“Grab one of those limos and I will maintain cover.”

“I have to retrieve my pack,” Mykah alerted him.

“I’ve gotcha covered, let’s do it!”

Taon’s limp body gave Mykah some difficulty as she transported him to a black stretch Hummer.

“Cadan, can you help me out here?” Mykah requested, sitting in the driver seat, looking down at her data pad.

“Give me one second,” Cadan replied just before the limo’s engine started.

“I’m headed to the East Cannery. I do not believe there are any more defense pods on this route but stay close just in case,” Mykah yelled as she spun the Hummer from its parking spot.

The wreckage from the V33 was spread across the boulevard but the front part of the cockpit was still intact with Reyes strapped in it. He slowly gained his bearing and crawled from the heap. He stumbled out toward the middle of the road and flagged down an approaching C7 security truck. Jumping into the passenger seat with his bloodied forehead, Reyes ordered the driver to follow the limo.

Cadan flew down the boulevard, low over the limo without any resistance as they reached the East Cannery. Mykah leapt out of the driver seat and sprinted inside the building to the twelfth floor as the Valkyrie hung about fifty feet in the air over the limo.

Reyes sped toward them followed by several more C7 vehicles. They were easily detected by Cadan as he positioned his ship to face back down the boulevard. He unloaded his armaments and demolished everything in a seventy yard swath across East Flamingo. Reyes and his men were destroyed with just two shots from the Valkyrie’s particle weapons.

Mykah ran out of the Cannery with her pack and jumped back into the limo with Taon.

“You need to get moving. We have more serious company,” Cadan warned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have a Griffin signature appearing back at the downed Helios,”

Mykah had suspected that Taon’s assassin still presented a threat. She sped away from the Cannery down Harmon Avenue toward the Las Vegas Expressway hoping that Cadan could keep them safe.

Valik, with severe cranial damage and his left arm dismembered, had retrieved an intact Griffin from the Helios wreckage and resumed his pursuit. The S2 used the Griffin’s sensors to detect the limo approaching the Las Vegas Beltway.

“I am going to break off and take care of this,” Cadan communicated. “Mykah, get him out of here. I will buy you both some more time…”

“Cadan, please be careful.”

“Make sure you get him to your destination,” Cadan iterated.

“I will,” Mykah assured as she drove the limo onto Las Vegas Beltway and opened it up full throttle.

The Valkyrie veered off to the northwest to stall the approaching Griffin. This will be the real test, Cadan postulated.

The two ships were now on a direct intercept course, firing their weapons and battering each other’s shields. They bolted pass by each other, coming within only a few feet of colliding before the two ships nearly simultaneously banked into high G turns. Cadan rolled the Valkyrie at the top of his turn and descended back toward central Vegas, luring Valik away from his primary target.

The defense pods targeted Cadan as he crossed back into the Restricted Zone air space. The C7 pods were now aware of his presence and were manually tracking him despite the absence of his signature on their sensors. The Valkyrie, zipping northward along the strip, surgically disabled the pods with its phase cannons.

So far, so good.

Passing over the Helios wreckage, Cadan noticed Valik’s signature flashing on the console, approaching at a downward vector above the Valkyrie. As the Griffin relentlessly unleashed its plasma cannons, steadily draining the Valkyrie’s shield, Cadan set a course for the C7-HQ at the Stratosphere Tower and fully accelerated. Valik descended behind the Valkyrie and concentrated fire on the aft shield over the engine.

With the tower quickly coming into view, the Valkyrie was just tipping 900 miles per hour and aimed directly at a much larger defense pod on the roof. Cadan was betting that the Tower's plasma cannon may be able to get off at least one shot at his current speed. His shields were about to fail and he knew the engine would be next. The Griffin tightly pursued the Valkyrie as Cadan waited for the right moment. When the cannon fired from atop the Stratosphere, the Valkyrie shot upwards before the beam could hit it and drew the Griffin into the trajectory of the weapon.

The beam clipped the front tip of Valik’s right wing causing the Griffin to spin uncontrollably, slicing through the C7 headquarters, sweeping half the observation deck down 1,000 feet to the road below. The Griffin ricocheted at high speed into the ground and exploded. Cadan’s primary engine failed after the maneuver and left the Valkyrie gliding from an altitude of 5,000 feet with only minor thruster control.

Speeding southwest on I-15, the Hummer had cleared the city limit. Taon was still motionless in the back seat as Mykah snaked the long black limousine toward southern California. Her data pad activated:

“Do not be startled,” Cadan warned.

“By what?” Mykah asked.

Just as she finished her question, the Valkyrie slammed down in the sand next to the interstate, skipping twice and landing with its left wing stuck in the ground.

Cadan jumped out of the cockpit, spent a few seconds to analyze the hull damage, and ran toward the limo that Mykah had brought to a screeching stop. Just before he reached the Hummer, Cadan pressed a small button on the front of his flight jacket and the Valkyrie exploded. Mykah watched as Cadan’s silhouette appeared in front of what looked like the surface of the sun with the fire expanding upward behind him.

She raised the passenger door and Cadan stuck his head inside. “That…” he replied, smiling and sitting down.

“Did you take care of our friend?” Mykah asked, watching Cadan put on his seatbelt.

“I’m not certain. Either way we need to get moving.”

Mykah spun the Hummer back into motion.

“So, what is the real reason you popped up in the middle of the strangest day of my life, flying what looks like some kind of star fighter?” she asked, now certain that her mission must be related to his appearance.

When her parents were killed in the automobile accident, Cadan was the one that took Mykah to her grandmother in Hotevilla. As far as she knew, he was simply a friend of her father, Qion. She had been under the impression that Cadan was some type of special operations soldier but never learned any details. He visited two or three times every year since she was twelve years old to check up on her and Kele, encouraging Mykah’s development in various disciplines. She had always thought of him as a big brother, a sentiment also shared by Cadan. She even had her own nickname for him – Leetayo – the Hopi word meaning ‘fox.’

Cadan decided that the time had finally come for him to reveal the complete truth to Mykah.

“I had planned to tell you this when we arrived at our destination,” he admitted.

“What do you know about our destination?” she queried.

“Mykah, with the events that are about to transpire it is time you know the truth about your parents – the truth about what is happening.”

Mykah glanced over at Cadan with her forehead crinkled.

He continued, “Your father was actually my uncle. He met your mother on an expedition to northern Arizona to meet with Hopi elders almost thirty years ago. They were married shortly after that,” Cadan chronicled, inserting details that were completely new to Mykah’s ears.

“I knew how he met her but why didn’t you tell me you were my cousin?” Mykah asked louder.

“For your protection. Mykah, your father was not in a car accident – at least not one caused by him. He and your mother were both murdered. The predecessors to the C7 forces that we now face were the people that hunted him down and blew up their vehicle.

“The people who killed your father were aware of your mother's existence but knew nothing of you. Qion protected your indentity with his life. My father thought it best to continue your protection by placing you in the care of your grandmother. I am sorry Mykah, but your mother was an innocent victim in a shadow war that has played out on your planet for millennia and we did not want you to be another casualty.”

“What do you mean by shadow war?” Mykah asked with confusion consuming her. “And I have an uncle?” she added.

“There are two factions on Earth which have been here from the beginning of your civilizations. But we are not originally of this Earth…”





CHAPTER 04


Dugway Facility


Living up to their name, the twenty-four Razor tanks were slicing their way through the first US division confronting them. The Razors’ massive plasma cannons were obliterating the inferior US tanks and other land vehicles helping Lindherst’s forces create an inward bulge toward the surface entrance to the underground facility. Some of the US tanks were slowly weakening the Razors’ shields but not enough to prevent their advance.

The air battle however leaned more in favor of the US forces with the F-35s and Griffins already reducing their opposition by half. This performance allowed General Tucker to safely launch the two Helios Cruisers which were now tasked with halting the Razor advance. The weakened Razor shields failed quickly when the cruisers barraged the tanks with much larger plasma beams. Observing the destruction of half his aircraft and all of the Razors, Lindherst ordered his Cruisers to back off even further.

His numbers are significantly higher than I calculated, a stunned Lindherst realized.



Level 181


Colonel Osborne had ordered everyone into Dr. Leroux’s personal lab that was located one section past the personal quarters. After restraining the general’s family, Dr. Leroux, and Riggs, he began establishing a secure communications link using Leroux’s computer console. But Osborne was not contacting Lindherst this time.

“Go ahead Osborne,” Prime Delegate Pike ordered.

“Sir, Lindherst’s offensive is failing. I have initiated our contingency plan. Bracken’s family has been acquired and I’m on my way to the command level to order a stand down,” Osborne informed his superior.

General Bracken was standing just outside his office observing the dozens of wall viewers that lined the command deck, displaying different sections of the surface battle. The general’s desk viewer signaled an incoming message and summoned Bracken back into his office before he could notice Osborne’s arrival on the command level.

When Osborne stepped out of the elevator he was no longer wearing his NAU uniform. It had been replaced with a black armored tactical suit. Some of the command level soldiers, quickly recognizing him as the colonel, passively watched Osborne walk to Bracken’s office without discerning him as a threat.

As Bracken pulled up the incoming message, the screen displayed a live feed of Dr. Leroux’s lab with the hostages positioned near an explosive device. The general was filled with simultaneous fear and rage when he heard the knock at his door.

“I suggest we sit down and discuss the relinquishment of your command,” Osborne said as he locked the door behind him and drew his weapon on Bracken.

“What the fuck Osborne?” Bracken barked, realizing Osborne had taken his family hostage.

“As I said, sit down! Your efforts to protect your family by bringing them here to Dugway made it that much easier to exploit your weakness. Your family will be safe as long as you do what you are told. Did you really think the C7 would let you retain provisional command of this facility without their personal oversight and ultimate control?”

General Bracken sat down as ordered, grabbing underneath the right arm pad of his desk chair and pressing an emergency command transfer button.

“Know this…command of Dugway has just been transferred to General Kirsch,” Bracken declared, initiating a protocol he had anticipated to use against Director Lindherst.

Colonel Osborne became visibly agitated with the maneuver and shot the general in his right bicep. Bracken recoiled forcefully backward in his chair, grabbing toward his wound. The colonel reached into a his vest pocket and removed what looked like a short silver pen.

“Bracken, it makes no difference to me if your family dies,” Osborne coldly revealed just before soldiers began beating on Bracken’s office door.

The colonel walked in front of Bracken’s desk and looked down at the general who was hunched over to his right, applying pressure to his arm.

“Tell them to go away, or that lab disappears,” Osborne warned as he held the detonator across the desk closer to Bracken’s face.

“Stand down!” Bracken yelled to the soldiers attempting to break through the door. “You will have to let me key in my clearance code to order a total force stand down,” he told Osborne.

Sitting down in front of Bracken, the colonel held the pistol steady on his wounded former commander as the general pulled himself back up to his desk.

“If you try anything, both you and your family are dead,” Osborne warned as the general painfully keyed in a series of numbers on his monitor.

“You may kill me you son of a bitch, but not my family!” Bracken spat, while completing the sequence to enable the laser positioned above Osborne’s head to fire.

The colonel sensed the activation of the weapon as he looked upward. As he returned his gaze back to Bracken, Osborne triggered the detonator just before the laser shot through the top of his head and came out the bottom of his jaw. His entire body shook violently with sparks flying out of the top of his skull.

That’s not supposed to happen, Bracken thought, as he got to his feet and hurried around his desk to the view the smoldering corpse on the floor.

The general had imagined that his defense protocol would most likely be required for Director Lindherst, but it served its purpose brilliantly nonetheless. After grabbing the detonator, he looked down at Osborne’s exposed brain and noticed the nanotube circuits.

He’s a damned S1!

Bracken swiveled his desk viewer around to check the feed from Leroux’s lab. The bomb had exploded and everything in the lab was obscured by a thick gray smoke. “No! No! No!” the general cried out.

Barely interrupting Bracken’s reaction, the desk viewer flickered and Dr. Hauer’s image appeared.

“General Bracken, your family and Dr. Leroux are safe with me.”

“How?”

“I was coming to see Dr. Leroux’s laboratory here on Level 181 when I discovered she and your family were restrained inside. I established a force field between them and the explosive device utilizing the lab’s containment protocols. Here, let me switch to the lab camera,” Hauer informed the relieved general, switching the view from his data pad to the lab camera view.

Cathy, his two boys, Dr. Leroux and Riggs were standing next to Hauer looking at the smoke roll and puff on the other side of the force field.

Thank God they are alive!

“Dr. Hauer, thank you,” the general imparted. “I will dispatch a squad to your location for increased protection and restrict all levels below 120. Colonel Osborne is dead. Turns out he was a SETH.”

“General I would like to return to my lab once your men get here. I suggest we perform an autopsy on Osborne. It may be possible to glean some valuable information,” Hauer advised.

“Very well. I will have his body transported to your lab. Lindherst has suffered catastrophic losses on the surface and I anticipate this initial attack will wane very soon. Let my family know I will be down to see them once the surface is secured,” Bracken requested.

On the surface, Lindherst was watching his forces get torn apart by superior numbers of US aircraft and tanks when he made the decision to retreat to the Dulce underground facility. He ordered the four cruisers to swing wide of the battlefield and recalled his remaining Griffins and Condors to fly protection for the retreating convoy.

General Tucker ordered the US aircraft to stand down pursuit outside of the perimeter to prevent the loss of their full spectrum force capability. The general knew that his forces would be headed to Dulce soon enough.

After Lindherst’s retreat, Bracken and his inner circle were seated back in the conference room with the other RMC leaders on the main viewer. The general’s arm was bandaged and rested in a black sling.

“Men, as you may know Director Lindherst and the C7 attempted to commandeer the facility. We successfully repelled the assault, taking minimal overall damage. Although our force easily outnumbered the C7 in this engagement, such an advantage may not necessarily be the case moving forward. And we certainly have lost a certain degree of strategic advantage without the element of surprise.

“All of our facilities, bases and assets are to be put on highest alert. We are not changing our mobilization or assault schedules but I want you all to keep your people vigilant. A S1 infiltrated our base and ended up taking hostages during our confrontation. He apparently was a long term mole; observing us for more than a year most likely. Colonel Osborne was never privy to the details of Operation Goliath but we cannot discount the possibility he transmitted sensitive information to the C7,” Bracken warned.





CHAPTER 05


San Bernardino - California


Cadan had spent the better part of their trip explaining to Mykah how their fathers were direct descendants of the original Torahnossians and the details of the events that were currently unraveling. By the time they had reached the outskirts of San Bernardino, Mykah was briefed on the true nature of her mission and purpose in bringing the case to the facility at the Salton Sea. The Hopi Prophecy that Kele referenced before her departure was now understood in a different context by Mykah.

The Blue Star Prophecy is actually the appearance of the Kadingir wormhole! She realized.

Taon had regained consciousness a few minutes earlier and learned that the two people in the front seats were ordered to protect him until they reach their destination. Cadan had also checked his communications, receiving another update regarding the Dugway battle and its outcome.

All three of them were now on the lookout for a place to get another vehicle. They exited off I-15 onto University Parkway, scouting the parking lots for any feasible solution. The limousine ran out of gas in front of a large industrial park of shipping warehouses about a mile from the interstate. Cadan exited the passenger seat and looked around for any type of transportation. As he scanned the warehouses, he saw a door quickly close about 200 yards away.

“There…I saw someone go in that building,” Cadan said while pointing in the direction of the movement.

“Let’s check it out,” Mykah suggested as she put on her backpack.

“What is this place?” Taon asked as he climbed out of the back seat shirtless.

“It looks like some type of warehousing complex,” Mykah responded, looking over at Taon with her first unobstructed view. “I do not think you are dressed for the occasion,” she remarked.

“Here you go Taon.” Cadan removed his oversized flight jacket and handed it to Taon.

“Thank you.”

“Taon, do you remember Dr. Hauer?” Cadan inquired.

“Yes. But, I am not certain what happened to the doctor after I escaped,” Taon worried.

“Ironically, I believe he and General Bracken have been discussing how they can help each other in our cause. I believe Bracken may ---”

“I feel like I have a huge gap of my memory missing,” Taon interjected. “I am not clear about what you call our cause.”

“Once we get to the facility, all of your questions will be addressed. Your development and training will also resume and hopefully be completed,” Cadan revealed as they approached the door to the warehouse.

Mykah backed up to the outer wall of the warehouse and gently sidestepped over to the door handle. Cadan pulled out his weapon and aimed it as Mykah twisted the knob and flung open the door. Nothing happened and Cadan lowered his pistol.

They slowly entered the windowless warehouse with the door locking in the darkness behind them. The space was cold, dusty and completely black until Mykah’s light switched on and revealed a cavernous structure several hundred cubic yards in size.

“Do Not Move!” a deep voice ordered beyond the range of Mykah’s light.

“We are not here to harm anyone,” Mykah replied.

A circle of lights formed around the trio and began closing in on them. When they got close enough, the stranded travelers could see it was a group of men holding flashlights.

“Who are you?” a voice in the darkness asked.

“We are not with the NAU or C7,” Cadan informed the armed inquisitor. “We are just trying to get somewhere and our car stalled nearby,” he added, deciding truth would pay the higher dividend with this particular group. “I saw someone enter this building and we decided to see if we could get some assistance.”

“Assistance?” a man laughed loudly with the others joining him. “You are lucky that you are not dead right now. Why should we assist you?”

“Our mission is in the interest of anyone that opposes the C7,” Cadan responded with a hunch.

“How so?”

“It would be foolish of me to discuss such a topic at the barrel of a gun,” Cadan asserted, hoping that his suspicion was correct about this group being part of the underground movement against the NAU.

The man shined his light one more time at Mykah and Taon, then back to Cadan.

“Follow me,” he said, turning around and heading toward the center of the warehouse.

After walking about 300 yards in the dark, the group came to a halt and one of the men activated two large doors in the floor. The heavy metal doors folded open, exposing a wide staircase descending one level. They walked down into the former engineering bay which had been converted to a small underground base, housing approximately fifty people.

The apparent leader of the group stopped at what looked like a small command area, turned around and extended his hand to Cadan.

“My name is Jael Davenport,” he disclosed. “If you oppose the NAU and the C7, then you are in good company. Have a seat.”

Stepping into the light and removing his hat exposed Jael as a tall, broad shouldered man with wide eyes the color of varnished wood. His long, wavy brown hair was worn in a ponytail, fully exposing his well-trimmed beard and moustache. Jael’s rough tan complexion extended to his domed forehead giving him the appearance of a man older than his thirty-eight years.

“My name is Cadan, this is Mykah and Taon.”

“And you say your mission is in opposition to the NAU?”

“That is correct,” Cadan responded.

After carefully examining the bottom half of Cadan’s flight suit and his pistol, Jael decided he believed the visitors’ story.

“So where are you people headed?” he asked.

“About eighty miles south of here. Do you think you can help us find a ride?”

“Hold on a sec,” Jael said as he gestured one of his men to come closer, whispered in his ear, and received his acknowledgement. “I can have a working car here in a few minutes. But tell me Cadan, why should I offer you such a valued asset?”

After Cadan whispered something to him, Jael looked over at Mykah and Taon.

“Fortunately we have an infirmary that is unoccupied at the moment. If you two want to get some rest on clean sheets you are welcome to do so,” Jael suggested, pointing in its direction.

Using the half hour Mykah and Taon were away, Cadan made a good friend in Jael, giving him information that served to provide new hope for his group and the thousands like them. He let Jael know that the Residential Occupation Centers were about to be disbanded. Although this was only the tiniest slice of what Cadan knew of the coming events, it served to be sufficiently abundant for Jael.

“Cadan, we need to get back on track,” Mykah said as she and Taon arrived back from their brief respite.

“The car is outside,” Jael declared. “Follow me.”

The four of them exited the lower level with two of Jael’s men leading the way.

“Tomorrow may be a great day,” Jael supposed after a couple of minutes of walking, reflecting on Cadan’s disclosure.

“Tomorrow will certainly be a day that everything changes,” Cadan declared.

When they arrived at the door, one of Jael’s men tactfully opened it, pointing his thermal-scoped weapon outside to check the area. The man jerked back and signaled them that is was clear. They all exited single file from the warehouse with Jael’s men in the lead, staying close to the wall and heading back to University Parkway.

“Wait, I hear something,” Taon alerted.

Jael’s men, moving forward around the warehouse, did not hear Taon. As they cleared the corner, the men were shot to pieces by an incoming V33. The rest of the group pressed hard against the wall.

Mykah watched the Raider streak by and bank to redirect its fire on their position.

“Move!” she yelled.

“No! Stop! Stay close to me,” Taon shouted.

As the V33 flew directly at them, Taon turned his palms upward and slightly forward from his body. Two balls of energy began quickly forming in his hands, arching over his head and around the entire group. The V33 opened fired, using all of its offensive capability but Taon’s shield protected them from the onslaught of missiles and cannon fire that tore gaping holes into the wall behind them

Standing within the shield, Cadan looked carefully at the V33 and noticed it was Valik!

“Taon, be careful. That is the same SETH from Vegas!” Cadan warned, astonished to see the S2 still alive after their last encounter.

The barrage of fire coming from the V33 stopped as the heavily damaged Valik surveyed his results. Taon released his shield and told the group to run as he walked into the path of the Raider, hovering about seventy feet high in front of him. Valik momentarily stared down at his target before opening fire again.

From the time he first ejected out of the emergency lift at Dugway, Taon felt he may have a limited ability to control gravity.

It felt like I was almost floating back to the hanger floor, Taon reflected. Just as he remembered the sensation, Taon’s body autonomically generated a close proximity repulsion field that caused him to quickly ascend above the spot Valik had targeted, causing another complete miss.

Taon floated upright with his palms in the same position as before and leveled up with the V33. He began flying forward at a slight angle with the balls of energy forming in his hands. Valik redirected his fire. Before Taon commenced his attack, he was pounded with the Hughes M330 chain gun. He was not yet aware that his electrostatic repulsion field was weaker than his stationary field. The ordinance from the automatic cannon exploded ferociously against Taon, disabling his flight ability and throwing him backwards through the air, landing on the warehouse roof.

Valik aimed his cannons to finish off his downed adversary when the systems alarm sounded. A stream of missiles struck the Raider. The left nacelle flew off and exploded against the fuselage, sending the crippled V33 down to the warehouse roof.

Simeon and Ben slowed to a hover over the rising black smoke emanating from the warehouse roof, assessing the destruction of Valik’s Raider that was now hanging halfway off the edge.

Mykah, Cadan and Jael scaled the latter leading up to the roof as Simeon landed the V33. Mykah and Jael ran over to Taon who was just beginning to sit up while Cadan approached Simeon and Ben after they landed. “Nice shot guys!” he complimented. “Now tell me, what the hell are you doing here?”

“We received a request from the old man to provide assistance. By the way, he says you need to check your messages more often Cadan,” Simeon said with a large grin.

“I have some passengers that would surely appreciate a lift,” Cadan suggested, looking over in the direction of Taon as he stood to his feet with Mykah’s assistance.

Taon looked over at the smoking V33 with its aft section slowing peeling off the edge of the roof. He sensed that this confrontation was not over and observed the wreckage with his enhanced sight. Some of the debris began to move and Taon wasted no time. He bolted over to the destroyed Raider and grabbed the emerging Valik by the throat with his left hand.

The S2 was catastrophically damaged but still intended to follow its order to kill Taon. Valik attempted to fire a high yield laser from his left eye but as Taon saw the beam starting to form he smashed Valik’s face with his right hand. He then looked at his hand and it began to phase to a lower density and became translucent. Taon pushed his fist into Valik’s chest, increased the density and projected an energy burst from the inside out. The S2 exploded into tiny bits of flesh and polymers. The force of the explosion threw Taon down and back into unconsciousness.

“Whoa! Who is this guy?” Jael asked Mykah as they hurried over to assist Taon yet again.

“Did you see that?” Ben asked Cadan and Simeon.

“Well it’s official! That damned S2 is dead now. Let’s get Taon loaded up and get to the facility before anything else shows up,” Cadan remarked while running over to help them.

Jael and Mykah were carrying Taon away from the wreckage with his arms draped over their shoulders. Cadan ran up and took Jael’s place helping carry their unconscious friend.

“Well, it looks like we have our ride,” Cadan alerted Jael. “The loss of your men is unfortunate. I suggest your group relocate as soon as possible.”

“I understand. With the information you have provided, it’s time for all of the groups to come together anyway. Our time to fight back is now.”

“I will stay in touch and up to date with your efforts,” Cadan vowed.

Jael watched Cadan and Mykah put Taon in the rear seat of the V33. They are up to more than ROC liberations.

“Good luck!” Jael yelled as Cadan climbed into the pilot seat, displacing Simeon to his right and Ben to the back.

Simeon double checked the destination coordinates on the navigational console; verifying the numbers: 33.333397, -116.135101. With the Raider lifting off, he looked over his left shoulder at Mykah.

“My name is Simeon and this is my friend Ben, freshly plucked from the Oakland ROC. It seems we are all headed to the same place,” Simenon paused, “tell me Mykah, is the case still undamaged?”

“Yes.”





CHAPTER 06


Anza-Borrego Desert State Park – Near the Salton Sea


Cutting across the San BernardinoNational Forest, Cadan piloted the Raider toward their destination slightly west of the Salton Sea. Located directly above the San Andreas Fault, the ‘sea’ was actually an endorheic rift lake with a higher salinity content than the Pacific Ocean and was California’s largest lake. Many decades ago, the lake was a lively tourist location but was now almost completely abandoned with its surrounding salt encrusted structures slowing corroding away. The NAU geothermal power plants offered the only evidence of remaining human habitation.

Through the night sky, the crew flew parallel to the mountains of the Santa Rosa Range until they reached their designated coordinates. Hovering in the V33 above one of the higher peaks in the range, Cadan typed in a series of commands on his console. As the Raider began descending, Ben nervously watched the peak come closer. Are we landing on the top of this mountain?

Just as it seemed they were about to touch down, the V33 kept going, directly through the crest. Cadan modulated a holographic force field to maintain the projection of the mountain peak while lowering the force field. The Raider entered a wide tunnel that had been smoothly carved from the peak, running down through the interior, and under the base of the mountain. After they cleared the entrance, the force field reinitialized and they carefully descended with all five passengers remaining silent for different reasons. After nearly one mile, the ship reached the bottom.

“Welcome to the Zealieon Sanctuary,” Cadan declared after landing and shutting down the Raider’s systems.

“I never get accustomed to that part,” Simeon remarked, referencing some of his previous visits.

After Mykah and Ben helped lift the still unconscious Taon from the backseat, they peered up in awe at the seemingly endless chasm.

“What is this place,” Mykah asked.

“Let’s call it our home away from home,” Cadan replied, happy that the first part of their mission had been successfully completed. “Our predecessors created this place a few centuries ago.”

Ben, still ignorant of the big picture, tried to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. Scanning the interior, he noticed two more Valkyries flanking the landing pad next to a massive bulkhead door.

“Why is it called Zealieon Sanctuary?” Ben asked.

“The Zealieon is the name of the ship that our ancestors piloted to your planet 16,000 years ago. Eventually they created this facility when it was determined that the Zealieon would better serve as the nucleus of an underground sanctuary for our leadership,” Cadan replied matter of factly.

The Israeli was frozen in place, helping to support Taon and stunned beyond words. Mykah was shocked as well. Although Cadan had given her a cursory history of the current events, she was mesmerized as she observed her surroundings.

“Follow me,” Cadan directed while gesturing to Simeon to take Mykah’s place helping carry Taon. Mykah walked over to the V33, grabbed her pack and jogged back to catch up with the group before they reached the bulkhead doors. The doors slid open exposing a long corridor with polished white marble floors and walls that were brightly lit.

After filing through two more corridors and traveling down three levels in a lift, Cadan led the group to their destination in the command center which was the Zealieon’s bridge.

The room was very large, spanning at least 120 feet wide. There were two progressively elevated levels holding the destroyer’s control terminals and command instrumentation in a semi-circle around the lowest level in the center that was directly facing a large wall viewer.

In front of the viewer that displayed an image of nearby space, a slightly hunched over old man, relying on a silver cane for support, stood next to a round table with a glowing white surface.

“Akilan! It is good to see you again,” Simeon exclaimed as he and Ben gently sat Taon into a chair. He then walked over and embraced his old friend.

“It is good to see you too,” the old man warmly replied, hugging Simeon with his left arm and steadying himself with the cane in his right hand.

Akilan was indeed a very old man but despite his current appearance one could detect how imposing he must have once been. Even hunched over, the old man was still well over six and a half feet tall. He was dressed in a thinly insulated white and gray jumpsuit but the old man’s muscular build was still visible through the material. Despite his age, he still had a full head of hair that had turned almost as silver as his cane. From under his aged and slightly drooping brows, his penetrating blue eyes still held their brilliance.

“Cadan informed me that you guys retrieved the power core without difficulty. I apologize for my late arrival,” Simeon said, referring to his detainment in the Oakland ROC.

“Yes, we have it safely stored here. Your efforts in its recovery are most appreciated. I have been in contact with your father updating him on our progress. I am certain No.9 in London would enjoy receiving the next update from you directly,” Akilan suggested, patting Simeon on his shoulder. “Your old quarters have been prepared and you can establish a secure channel from there. Cadan and I will attend to our guests.”

As Simeon left the bridge, Akilan turned his attention to the semi-consciousness Taon. He slowly approached the GEO, looking down at him with a critical eye.

“Cadan, you and …” Akilan paused, waiting for Cadan to introduce his new friend.

“This is Ben,” he informed.

“You and Ben bring Taon to the lab. I have a newly designed chamber that should help speed his recovery. Initiate the regeneration cycle and set it for only thirty minutes. He will likely absorb as much energy as we can provide but we must be careful to not compromise our systems’ operations. Keep a close eye on him and I will be there shortly,” he instructed.

After they picked up Taon and headed toward the lab, the old man turned to face Mykah.

“Mykah, you have grown into a very beautiful young woman. Kele has done a fine job in your preparation. You have never met me. My name is Akilan and I am your uncle. We have a great deal to discuss --- ”

“So you are Cadan’s father?” Mykah blurted.

“Yes. Actually I am one of three brothers. You have another uncle that is still alive named Gideon,” he paused and placed his hand on Mykah’s shoulder. “I can appreciate that you must have endless questions. And I am going to do my best to answer all of them. But for now there is something of vital importance that we must address.”

“The case,” she concluded.

“Yes, the case,” Akilan chuckled.

“The case was actually the easy part,” she admitted. “May I ask what is in it?” she asked, pulling the pack off her shoulders and carefully placing it on the glowing round table.

Akilan unzipped the back and slowly removed the case which he had designed so long ago. If his protective container performed to expectation, the interior frequency field had protected the contents during its transport to the Zealieon.

“Mykah, only you can open this case. It was designed only to be accessible through the use of your unique genetic code to unlock it. Originally its protection and activation were Qion’s duty but the forces that seek to destroy us, tracked him down and killed your father and mother in an effort to recover its contents.

“We retrieved the case before they were able to determine its location, but we could not risk having it here in the event that our base became compromised. Cadan transferred this device to our old friend Kele. We hoped that it would be safe from the Ansharians until the time arrived for it to be activated. That time is now Mykah,” Akilan declared.

Mykah, understanding that Akilan wanted her to open the case, reached down and placed both of her hands on the lid. The same bright light flashed around it just like before in Kele’s chamber. Then the old man nodded and Mykah lifted the lid that was only responsive to her touch.

Inside the case, a resplendent purplish crystal in the shape of a decahedron and about the size of a human fist levitated in the middle of a dense high frequency matrix. Akilan carefully reached in the case and removed the crystal, placing it on a base cut out of diamond and designed to hold it perfectly. Another bright light flashed, indicating its successful connection to the base. Finally, the old man activated a localized cylindrical force field around the crystal and looked back at Mykah.

“Our efforts will be more productive after allowing everyone some time to rest. We will convene back here on the bridge in a bit. If you follow me, I will show you to your quarters.”





CHAPTER 07


Greek No. 9


Simeon had established a secure channel to Greek No. 9 after he entered his old quarters. After dispensing with the conveyances of relief from his group about his apparent well-being, Simeon reported on the status of their current mission.

“The anti-matter core and resonator are both here at the facility. Taon has also arrived safely but it will take some time for him to rehabilitate. Once Akilan has him prepared, we will proceed with the next step. Of course, the Ansharian fleet is scheduled to arrive before we can achieve our next directive but the reports from Gideon at the Dugway Facility indicate that the majority of the NAU military are preparing a coup against the command and the C7 facilities in North America. This additional assistance will increase our ability to dismantle the New Earth Union but our greatest chance for success still lies with the activation of the vortex,” Simeon concluded.

“You have done a fine job Simeon. It is now in Taon’s hands where we will find our success or our failure. You must now do whatever is necessary to assist him with the activation of the vortex. If we can enable the arrival of Commander Uzal’s fleet, we have a good chance to stop the emperor. Otherwise we face the reality of losing this planet to the Ansharians for the foreseeable future,” Turner remarked and nodded toward Conrad.

“Inform Akilan that our operative should be in attendance at the Assembly of World Religions conference tomorrow,” Conrad paused and cleared his throat. “Son, be careful. Check in regularly with us when possible. And again, it is good to see you doing well,” he added, happy to know that his son had made it out of the Oakland ROC.

“I will,” Simeon reassured the Antients before ending the transmission.



Old Cairo Base – Central Italy


The seven prime delegates were all busy analyzing and reviewing situation reports from their respective regions when the main viewer flashed an incoming message alert.

Incoming Message

NAU Command

Director Lindherst

This was the director’s second report to the C7 since arriving at Dulce. After reporting his stunning failure to commandeer the Dugway facility, the prime delegates had decided to release Lindherst from his post. But they were keeping the director ignorant of his forthcoming demotion until they agreed on his replacement.

When the channel was secured, Lindherst began delivering his status:

“I have received confirmation that both Agent Valik and Commander Reyes are dead. Our scout teams report that Valik was shot down by another V33 in San Bernardino. The V33 which attacked him is equipped with some type of sensory cloak but we have our teams dispersed in a 400 square mile search radius from that location.

“The Dulce facility is completely locked down and prepared for any potential assault that Bracken may have planned. As we discussed, it is obvious that such a large number of forces is not indicative of an initial defensive posture. My earlier skirmish almost breached all the way to the entrance of the facility due to their lack of an established perimeter,” Lindherst explained, defending his performance and even attempting to bestow his own accolade.

A dead silence followed his tout. He cleared his throat and continued, “With respect to your order to retrieve the GEO Project data we were able to successfully hack Dugway’s mainframe with the entry protocols you provided but have been subsequently locked back out. While we had access, Osborne’s database was secured but so far we have been unable to recover any actual data on GEO-0131. Hauer encrypted his personal files beyond the capability of our most advanced systems. The technicians are still working on accessing it.”

Prime Delegate Rothstein walked toward the main viewer. “Director Lindherst, cease all activity with the database and forward it to us immediately. You were not ordered to attempt the retrieval of its contents.”

“Control of the NAU public communications systems has been regained. Bracken’s message was terminated 28 minutes ago,” Lindherst affirmed.

For almost two hours the US forces had taken over control of NAU public communications. This channel was broadcast to all the televisions and billboard screens in the North American Union. ROC residents, PCZ workers, and RZ residents were all reliant on this channel as their sole source of regional and world information. Despite the general consensus among all the groups that the ‘state’ channel offered a significantly skewed presentation, most of America’s remaining inhabitants clung onto the familiar element of their former existences where an image was always talking on their screens.

With a small spot of blood seeping through the bandage on his right bicep, General Bracken repeatedly disseminated a two minute message that provided a detailed warning about half way through:

“Ansharian control over the C7 has been exposed and there are more of them coming. The US military has been reconstituted and is ready to defend our country and the planet.

“To the millions of ROC residents imprisoned in your own personal hells, I offer a most passionate apology to America’s sons and daughters. I announce now the immediate disbandment of the Residential Occupation Centers. Your former guards are now ordered to begin your evacuations to the few large cities where power can still be safely restored. Your existence may not be much better than where you are now but at least you will be free – you will have a chance to survive.”

“Bracken, beyond any humanitarian sentiment, is using the ROC evacuations as a distraction for his overall plan. Tell me director, how are your efforts progressing in regaining control over the nuclear missile arsenal of the military you are supposed to be commanding?” Rothstein sliced through the Director’s remaining confidence.

“We have been unable to regain control of the ballistic missile systems based in the NAU. The TSU and IAU commands have also reported temporary loss of control, but the EU and UMC are secure. And it is our assessment that Bracken will not utilize this arsenal, at least not before we regain control,” Lindherst declared, attempting again to cover his ass.

“Director Lindherst, at this point, we are not interested in your other assessments. You were not ordered to ascertain the status of any regional command other than the NAU. Specifically, you were ordered to regain control of the nuclear arsenal. I suggest director that you make that your number one priority if you have not thought to do so already,” Rothstein condescendingly rebuked.

“Yes sir. We are making every effort as we speak. It is worth noting that the encryption keys were changed only a few hours ago and they are almost identical to the ones applied to Hauer’s files in Osborne’s database,” the director countered.

“Lindherst, you are ordered to prepare the troops at Dulce and Groom Lake to take physical control of the largest concentrations of land base missiles in the RMC-West and Central Sectors. If we are unable to regain control of the systems remotely, you will have to physically take possession of as many of them as possible. Is that clear?” Rothstein barked.

“Yes sir...Lindherst out.”

Lindherst turned off his desk viewer and reclined the black leather chair in his newly acquired office at Dulce. He had just gotten his ass chewed out and deservedly so. Frustrated and contemplating his current circumstance, Lindherst began to slowly grow disillusioned.

Leonid Nikonov, prime delegate for the Slavic-Turko Union, shot to his feet after Lindherst terminated communication. Nikonov was a bear of a man in his early 60s. He stood 6 foot 4 inches and still carried his 310 pounds relatively well. In his loud Russian accent, the prime delegate vented.

“We should have never let Bracken retain control of Dugway for this long with only S1 supervision. Furthermore, Lindherst has proven beyond any doubt to be another disappointing liability.

“Russia has successfully counterbalanced America’s nuclear arsenals for decades, until we were certain our infiltration of its government and intelligence apparatus was complete.

“And now after all of the meticulous readjustments to neutralize this nuclear variable and ensure that this planet did not become unusable like several others, we find the risk still present with only hours left before our fleet is due to arrive. This is very frustrating to me and I worry what the emperor will think of our inability to manage complete control over Earth’s most powerful weapons.”

“Your concerns are most valid, what is your suggestion?” SAU Prime Cortés queried.

“We have agreed to replace Lindherst with a new NAU director but we must now determine that choice. I recommend a direct descendant from the house of Enki; I recommend we solicit Mar Sarrim Ningishzida. We can be assured our directives will be carried out and such a selection will give us the added benefit of pleasing our coming leader,” Nikonov suggested.

Mar Sarrim Ningishzida was in fact a direct Ansharian descendant of the mythic Sumerian deity Ningishzida. His bloodline had maintained the highest echelons of societal control throughout the millennia. Most recently, Mar Sarrim’s family was the guiding force behind the formation of the Committee of 300 and the C7 itself. The primary question in Nikonov’s proposal was whether or not Mar Sarrim would choose to participate ‘directly’ in the Ansharian end game seemingly as a subordinate.

NAU Prime Pike felt the need to respond Nikonov’s apparent insult.

“Leonid, regarding General Bracken, I am sure you have not forgotten that he was next in line after we disposed of General Walker. At the time we needed to maintain cohesion in the transfer of the US military to NAU Command. And indeed his provisional assignment enabled that cohesive shift. It does us little good to second guess our past decisions,” Pike retorted.

“Moving forward we must contend with the irony that the man who unknowingly assisted in our overall takeover of the US military has apparently decided to take it back. However, this turn of events can be manipulated to our advantage,” Rothstein interjected. “Despite the fact that within the last three years we have finally culled nearly eighty percent of this planet’s indigenous population, we still have over a billion inhabitants which we must control.

“If manipulated properly, Bracken’s behavior can be of assistance in that endeavor. With the upcoming Assembly of World Religions meeting, we will paint the general and his dissident force as terrorists that threaten our new world harmony. He will provide an effective catalyst for the acceptance of the emperor’s ‘divine intervention.’

“Currently Bracken’s treachery is isolated primarily to the NAU. With the careful management of public perception we can minimize his impact and any potential spread of similar sentiments.”

“Why are we concerned with impact? We control this planet now. We can simply put the rest of the population out of its misery,” Prime Nikonov asserted.

“As we have learned many times on other worlds, it is better to have the inhabitants socially managed rather than beaten into submission. We will maintain a defensive stance at the Restricted Zones and C7 bases in the NAU. If he attacks it will simply reinforce our portrayal of the general’s evil intent.

“When the emperor arrives, Bracken’s actions will serve to bolster the necessity for Ansharian assistance and its superior force to help destroy the dissidents and protect Earth. We will then crush Bracken.

“Now, regarding Lindherst. Leonid, I believe we all can concur with your recommendation for his replacement” Rothstein paused, looking at the other prime delegates nodding in agreement and then back at Nikonov.

“I doubt the residents of the ROCs will view Bracken as evil after he disbanded the centers,” Nikonov flippantly replied.

“Nikonov, there is no need to worry. When our fleet arrives we will eradicate Bracken and any others that stand against us. The ROC residents were already designated as non-compliant with our new structure, so they are no big loss anyway,” said Xu Guan Xiang, the young and impetuous prime delegate for the Indo-Asian Union.

“There remains ample reason to worry Xiang,” Rothstein snapped. “You surprise me. You should understand that the history of this planet is replete with one Ansharian leader after another falling victim to hubris and consequently Torahnossian subversion. This time is no exception. Regardless of how far we have come and how close we are to the completion of Earth’s transformation into our new base of operations, the Torahnossians still present a formidable threat. In fact, the escaped GEO in combination with an anti-matter core and a resonator possibly represent the single largest threat to our plans for Earth since the destruction of Atala,” the EU Prime warned.

“Why not send more S2s to track and terminate the GEO? Even though Agent Valik was unsuccessful, his opponent possessed abilities that far surpassed our knowledge at the time. With an increased number of agents and a more accurate target profile, it is likely they can dispose of him with another attempt,” proposed Salah al-Din Tahir al-Amiri, the prime delegate for the UMC.

“Sending more S2s is exactly what I had in mind as well, but not necessarily for the GEO. I submit that we prepare an infiltration team of ten S2s and have them standing by to enter the Dugway facility to capture Dr. Hauer upon the emperor’s order. It is apparent from the abilities exhibited in his confrontation with Valik that this GEO was created for the purpose of vortex manipulation - a creation that is certainly beyond the current capabilities of the NAU military. Thus it is a valid deduction that Dr. Hauer is a Torahnossian and in my assessment, his capture is just as vital as the GEO’s termination.”

All of the Primes nodded in agreement to Dr. Hauer’s abduction.

Rothstein turned to face Prime Delegate Pike. “As you know, the Vegas RZ is one of the primary locations designated for repopulation for our troops when they arrive. There are over 20,000 Ansharians scheduled to transport there. I suggest we get it cleaned up quickly as possible.”

“I have already appointed a new head of security and clean up began two hours ago. The Helios debris should be cleared within 24 hours,” Pike dutifully replied as a technician entered the command room and whispered something in Rothstein’s ear.

“We have determined Hauer’s files are secured with a quantum encryption code. There are only two groups on Earth that have that capability. It is now a certainty -Hauer is unequivocally a Torahnossian,” Rothstein surmised.





CHAPTER 08


Dugway Facility


General Straka’s image remained on the main viewer after the other sector leaders signed off. The group had just finished their last briefing before Operation Goliath was scheduled to launch. They had spent almost an hour reviewing their final strategies and were prepared to launch their offensive phase against 14 designated targets. These locations were facilities, bases, and installations directly controlled by C7 personnel within the NAU.

“I suspect General Vaughn will have little trouble neutralizing Wright-Patterson and Raven Rock. Even though the C7 has their own men in command, it has not yet vetted the lower command hierarchies. All of the colonels have indicated their support for Vaughn. The Martins base and Aberdeen Proving Ground will be his key confrontation. Although Lindherst depleted a significant number of the C7 assets from New York, the Maryland location will still be strongly reinforced by the armaments from D.C.,” Straka cautioned.

“With General Alexander already gaining full control of the Southern RMC-HQ at Dobbins, we have a huge head start in that sector. He will be able to redirect his forces to Fort Hood and help shore up our efforts here in the central sector,” Bracken calculated.

“Our campaign here in the western sector is not going to be as easy with Mt. Rainer, Mt. Shasta and the Tehachapi facility. I must admit that I am concerned with our ability to neutralize those locations.”

“I understand how you feel. Despite the fact that our forces far outnumber the C7 personnel at Groom Lake and Dulce, I am certain their defensive capabilities will give us great difficulty. And I fear that a battle of attrition may decide the outcome.

“We still have a chance at Groom Lake to prevent a major confrontation but Dulce will most definitely be pure hell. We have certainly lost our element of surprise and Lindherst will be prepared now. The task to takeover Dulce was already difficult enough even when we had that tactical advantage. Cheyenne Mountain is not gonna be a cake walk either but General Sheppard has indicated that he will be able to assist us from the inside.

“Fortunately a complete takeover of each C7 base is no longer our primary mission. The distraction of the ROC evacuations and the diversion of the assaults on their NAU bases should help us achieve our new directive. We must create a division of their orbital fleet upon arrival. With Hauer’s help we have a chance to disable over half their force in our initial confrontation but we will only get one chance at it. The doctor has explained that we need to hold out a few more days before the Torahnossians can attempt to get their fleet here,” Bracken revealed.

“Exactly how is he going to do that anyway? The sector leaders have been given no details on that part of the mission. How many people does he have in his group here on Earth? How much help are they really going to be able to provide?”

“He has the GEO for one. Taon, as the doctor calls him, is the linchpin in their plan to enable the arrival of their fleet. And based on the video I saw from his encounter in Vegas with an S2, his abilities will allow him to operate like a one man army. Hauer has confirmed that the GEO reached their base in southern California and is currently being prepped for his mission. The doctor said that Taon will give them the ability to create some sort of vortex that will act just like the wormhole. I did not ask for details and he did not offer any.”

“Well, we had planned to secure the bases for much longer than two weeks , so this is not much of a deviation from our original mission anyway...”

“With the notable exception of the redistribution of our Griffin squads for the assault on Hauer’s newly suggested targets,” Bracken added.

Straka looked down at his desk. After a couple of seconds spent in reflection, he chuckled and said, “Jacob, we will either be the fathers of the second American Revolution or the architects of a failed terrorist coup. The outcome of our battle will determine which of those histories becomes recorded as fact.”

“Let’s make sure it’s our version,” Bracken asserted, ending their last conversation before the commencement of Operation Goliath.

“Yes sir. Straka out,” he replied, snapping back into battle ready form and terminating his connection.

Bracken rose to his feet, a task made more difficult with the use of only one of his arms, and walked across the conference room to a row of photographs hanging among some plaques on the Italian wood veneered wall. The general studied the picture of his former mentor. He looked down at his bandaged arm and back up at General Walker.

Oh my god. Bracken recalled Walker’s demise.

It happened a little over three years ago just after Rex 84 was triggered. Walker and many of the officers now involved in Operation Goliath had argued against the internment of virus free citizens. The CIA, which had recently taken control after the invocation of martial law, ignored the military leaders. By October of 2028, the ROCs had already grown to enormous sizes and essentially became 21st century concentration camps.

General Walker, in an effort to convince the CIA to relax some of the internment protocols, had traveled to FortHood. At the time, it was one of the largest detention sites in the country and he attempted to record and document the state of existence that had befallen America’s citizens. He never finished the report. The official story was that Walker’s V33 had experienced engine failure and went down near Lubbock. Up to this very day, his was the only V33 to go down as a result of non-combat engine related failure.

Looking with a dead gaze back down at his blood spotted bandage, Bracken thought about Osborne’s sketchy personnel file. He distinctly remembered that one of the few available chronologies provided in Osborne’s file was his assignment at FortHood just prior to his transfer to Dugway. The colonel reported to Dugway within the first week after Walker’s death and delivered the orders directing Bracken to assume provisional command until further notice.

Before that very second he had never put it together. Although he knew in his gut that the general had been murdered, Bracken had no reason to suspect Osborne in particular. But after learning that he was an S1 and enduring the earlier threat to him and his family’s lives, the general possessed the complete picture. That motherfucker killed Walker and had me next on his list!



Level 176


Taon’s former home on Level 176 had not been cleaned by the Dugway staff. In a small cleared out section of the lab, Dr. Hauer was performing the autopsy on Osbourne when he heard the patter of footsteps entering near the bulkhead.

“Sir, Dr. Leroux requested to see you,” a corporal alerted as Courtney walked past him into Hauer’s untidy laboratory, wearing her newly issued khaki jumpsuit and brown boots.

“Corporal, can we see to it that the doctor gets an internal data pad?” Hauer requested. The officer nodded in acknowledgement and closed the bulkhead door.

“Dr. Hauer, I wanted to thank you again for what you did to ensure our safety downstairs,” Leroux offered, trying to disguise her curiosity at the equipment in Hauer’s lab. She continued, “I also wanted to know if you will explain to me exactly what is going on. I have studied that fragment for over two years and you obviously know way more about it than me.”

Hauer knew that her inquisitive mind wanted to know everything about the fossil. And he also knew that she was a very special talent. Deciding that Courtney did not present any threat, Hauer began explaining a more complete history – his history.

“Doctor, you have been privy to only small bits of extremely sensitive information. In order for us to proceed with our task, I believe it is prudent for you to possess a more accurate frame of reference. Please keep in mind that not even General Bracken has knowledge of some of the things I am about to share with you. I trust our conversation is in the strictest of confidence,” Hauer cautioned, walking over to the destroyed bio-medical array.

“The cranial bone fragment that you tested was originally recovered in Tibet in 1938 at Lake Namtso by an arm of the Nazi SS called the Ancestral Heritage Research and Teaching Society. It was delivered to a secret Lebensborn facility under the SS headquarters in Munich where I held a staff position,” Hauer paused, anticipating a reaction from Leroux.

“You were a Nazi?” Courtney almost shouted.

“No…not in reality. My involvement with the SS and Lebensborn program was actually the result of an extensive subversion into their military at the time.”

Hauer walked behind the bio-med array and sat two of the chairs upright for him and Leroux. As he gestured for her to sit down, he continued, “Over the millennia, the Ansharians have attempted to establish a one world government to facilitate their infrastructure development of Earth as a new primary colony for their race. World War II was the last time one of their more aggressive contingents used a puppet regime to attempt the direct takeover of the world using military domination. Since that time more subtle factions have used different tactics, manipulating the global economy and creating the pandemic that culled more of the Earth’s population than all the human wars in history.

“My infiltration of the Lebensborn program was the fifth mission I have completed since 1751…” Before Leroux could interject, he answered her forthcoming question. “I am 332 years old. Both the Torahnossian and Ansharians have an average life span of 300 years. However, since many of the lineages of the original visitors have been diluted through the human species here on Earth, the average life span for those hybrids is anywhere from 100 to 120 years old. Only pure blood direct descendants still possess my type of longevity. But the Ansharians have many more direct descendants on Earth, as well as hybrids.”

“So you are saying that there exists five distinct humanoid species on Earth now?”

“Really there are only three. The Ansharian and Torahnossian genome is essentially identical and a hybrid from either race is indistinguishable. So what we really have are the pure blood alien descendants, the hybrids, and the very rare pure blood human descendants. But the culling of the last few years has drastically reduced the population of the last two groups.”

“They culled their own hybrids too?”

“As I said the hybrids are practically indistinguishable. Even though the Ansharian hybrids vastly outnumbered the Torahnossian hybrids, the Ansharians can only definitively identify their direct descendants. Furthermore, the Ansharians view all hybrids as inferior life forms. As a result of the intermixing of alien and human genetic codes on Earth, all hybrids eventually became susceptible to a long list of diseases; cancer, diabetes, multiple sclerosis - you name it, the list is very long.”

“So even a pure blooded human would have a higher resistance than an Ansharian hybrid against such genetic disorders?” Courtney asked while thinking, it makes perfect sense. It explains why some ‘people’ seemed to possess a natural immunity to certain diseases. Those people were actually examples of how our race was truly supposed to evolve.

“Yes that is correct. And it is also part of the reason that only a select few hybrids ever had the knowledge of their true origin. So for all intents and purposes the hybrids and natural humans are of the same classification when it comes to the Ansharian effort to ‘racially cleanse’ Earth. Thus, the virus was engineered to target all hybrids and natural humans.”

Leroux leaned further back in her chair and blankly stared at the messy floor. “It’s kind of hard to believe they would just kill off their own hybrids,” she muttered.

“You must understand that over the course of 24,000 years, Earth’s population accelerated beyond the ability for the Ansharians to directly control with use of force alone. Basically, they needed to cull the population, including the portion that they knew were their own hybrids, in order to control the planet more effectively. In so doing, their primary concern to conserve the planet’s remaining natural resources was successfully addressed.

“The Ansharians have approximately 600,000 direct descendants with about 3,000 of them directly representing the controlling interests of their race on Earth, and all of them were immune to the virus. They isolated the remaining healthy portion of the hybrids and natural humans in the ROCs and similar camps around the world. The chaos that ensued following the pandemic allowed the Ansharians to finally gain control of all the world governments. And now, the one billion or so survivors on your planet are destined to become slave laborers for the Ansharian war machine.”

“You guys couldn’t stop the pandemic?”

“As you discovered, the SyovaVirus was purposely engineered to be highly communicable and attack an individual’s brain cells rapidly. It has always just been a matter of time before the Ansharians initiated its release to exploit the genetic deficiencies in the hybrids. With our limited resources, we knew there would be little that we could do when they made their decision to begin full scale culling. Therefore, my people decided to focus our efforts into other forms of subterfuge and subversion to attempt to delay or disrupt the Ansharians overall command structures,” Hauer replied, showing visible distress over the lack of their ability to stop the pandemic.

“Anyway, back to the cranial fragment. At the time, even though the Germans possessed some rather advanced technology, a proper analysis could not be performed. Although we had the equipment to conduct an analysis at a place we call the Zealieon Sanctuary, it was not worth the risk of transporting it at that time. The fossil was left under the supervision of our program and never redressed before the end of the war.

“Upon my departure from Germany through Operation Paperclip, I secured the fossil and brought it with me to America, where it was immediately confiscated by the US military. After several years of jumping through hoops to prove my loyalty and worth to my new country, the US military assigned me to the GroomLake facility in 1961. August of that year I was finally ordered to analyze the fossil that had recently been delivered to the facility. Although the technology had improved over the last couple of decades, it was still inadequate to perform the necessary genetic testing.

“Eventually, I decided to secretly take it to the Zealieon Sanctuary. By that time the sanctuary was already in close proximity and there was much less risk. Sixty years ago we learned the true age and origin of the cranial fragment.”

“You called them benevolent Progenitors, right?”

“On Torahnoss, long ago our scientists discovered that our race was the product of a genetic mutation purposely introduced on our planet approximately six million years ago. The research I have performed for the last sixty years has revealed what I believe to be the origin of intelligent life throughout our entire galaxy. However, the race that we refer to as the Progenitors is not from our galaxy, our universe, or even our dimension...” Hauer stopped to rest his throat and noticed Leroux forming wrinkles in her forehead. He continued, “I realize you must have a head full of questions about them, but we will have plenty of time to discuss that topic later.”

“Our research determined that the being to whom the fragment belonged had the ability to transdimensionally phase. Well beyond fully developed HARs, this being had already reached the highest potential evolution of our existence almost six million years ago. Once the segments of the DNA that enabled this ability were identified and isolated, I extracted and synthesized several dozen samples over the decades.

“In 2015, the genetics research division at Groom Lake was transferred here to Dugway and I transferred with it. That was when I began the actual cloning projects that formed the precursors to the GEO Project. The military was under the perception that my work utilized the recovered remains of a Grey alien to genetically enhance cognitive abilities. The true nature of my work was to discover a way to successfully recombine the isolated DNA segments from the fossil with a host that was itself enhanced.

“I conducted many projects before everything changed in late 2028 when General Bracken became provisional commander of the facility as a result of General Walker’s death in Texas. Bracken was originally assigned to Dugway back in 2021 as a colonel but quickly rose to be General Walker’s right hand man as they say. A few months after Walker died and Bracken took command, the newly formed C7 initiated the GEO Project predicated on my prior research. It was at that time that I first noticed General Bracken’s suspicions surrounding my work. He secretly had the cranial fragment taken to your lab for further study without the C7’s knowledge or consent.

“Well that explains so much,” Leroux admitted.

“We recognized that the Ansharians were taking a new tact after the war. It was only a matter of time before their transnational corporations infiltrated the military industrial complex. The decision was made that I would remain here at Dugway and keep an eye on everything. At the same time, I would utilize the military’s significant resources to progress our own mission while making sure the GEO Project produced nothing of use to the C7.

“Maybe I’m missing something here, but why did you need to create the clone?”

“Taon holds the key to our survival for a couple of reasons. First his abilities are necessary to help activate a vortex that will ultimately enable the arrival of our fleet. But even more importantly, Taon will eventually have the ability to communicate with and travel to the Progenitors directly.”

“What happens then?”

“Indeed…what happens then is the question,”

“Well Dr. Hauer…”

“Gideon.”

“What?”

“You can call me Gideon.”

“Oh. Well Gideon what is it we are supposed to be working on now?” the young doctor asked. Leroux’s anxiety level had steadily risen since leaving Sacramento and she was ready to get busy working off her nervous energy.





CHAPTER 09


Zealieon Santuary


The hustle of activity at the sanctuary surprised Mykah and Ben as they walked behind Cadan and Simeon through the busy corridors back to the bridge. Everyone had been able to shower, groom and change into clean clothes that matched Akilan’s white and grey jumpsuit.

“How old is she?” Ben asked.

“The Zealieon was brand new when she arrived at Earth 16,000 years ago with her sister ship the Hezron. Its total crew compliment was 276 with 744 passengers. It has been used for many different purposes over the millennia, but most of her time has been spent in concealment and protection after the Hezron was destroyed back in 6000 BC,” Cadan explained.

“How was the Hezron destroyed,” Mykah chimed in.

“On their third trip to Earth 8,000 years ago, the Ansharians had brought their largest fleet yet. It was decided to risk only one of our destroyers in a confrontation and the Hezron was chosen to meet the Ansharian fleet when it arrived through the wormhole. It destroyed their main battle cruiser and all but one of their frigates before a secondary wave of twelve cargo ships arrived. Their combined attack on the Hezron ended with the Torahnossian destroyer breaking apart in the planet’s upper atmosphere.

“The Ansharian fleet commander Anutori was able to escape death by fleeing his exploding cruiser and flying to the planet in a transport ship,” Cadan added.

“How did the Zealieon end up here?” Ben asked.

“The Zealieon came to rest at this location about 550 years ago after its last battle with the sole remaining Ansharian frigate that had engaged the Hezron millennia earlier. Over Central America, the Torahnossians defeated the last large Ansharian ship that presented any major threat, but the destroyer did not come out unscathed. The damaged anti-matter power core was only able to reach a twenty percent output and the decision was made to transform it into a stationary land base here at this location.

“This 762 foot long vessel has become the current home for over 970 direct Torahnossian descendants from the original crew of engineers and officers. After thousands of years of maintenance, this particular generation’s task to keep the ship operable has ben the most difficult yet. The areas immediately surrounding the ship here in the base of the mountain have been excavated to provide additional storage and housing along with food and energy production---”

“We are here,” Simeon interjected.

Once they reached the bridge, Cadan led them down to the glowing round table in the center. Akilan was already seated, slowly pulling his attention away from the wall viewer that was still displaying an orbital view of the Kadingir wormhole coordinates.

Taon, who was assisted by the senior medical officer, sat down next to Akilan. In the short time she had spent with him, Alana had already developed a healthy affinity toward her new patient. Simeon, Mykah and Ben followed suit with only Cadan remaining on his feet.

“The time of the Ansharian return is upon us,” Akilan declared after waiting for the medical officer to exit the room. “We have successfully completed the first phase of our counter offensive and the necessary elements are now in place for us to proceed to the next step. Taon, you are a genetic clone derived from a pure blood line of extraterrestrials known as the Torahnossians. You were endowed with certain abilities that will be required for us to prevail over the force that threatens complete domination of this planet and system. Your maturation cycle was not yet fully complete when you escaped the Dugway facility. That is why you mentioned to Cadan that you felt like you had gaps in your memory. The fact is your memory was the last coding that Gideon, the man you know as Dr. Hauer, had left to complete before you were fully mature.

“Simeon, Cadan, and Gideon are all direct descendants of the first Torahnossians that arrived on the planet. Mykah is also partially Torahnossian, a fact that she learned just earlier tonight. Taon, once I complete your coding, you will have a complete knowledge of the 16,000 year history of our people on Earth. In the meantime, after this briefing you, Ben and Mykah can review our historical files as time permits.

“For now you simply need to understand that intelligent life on all of our worlds was benevolently manipulated by a group we call the Progenitors. Reestablishing contact with them will be our ultimate goal, but we must first defend this planet from an incoming Ansharian fleet that will be arriving within hours through a wormhole. This task will require us to enable our fleet to reach Earth – an event that cannot be initiated for a few more days.” Akilan concluded.

Mykah could not help herself and asked, “Why?”

Cadan stood and walked over to a star chart displayed on the main wall viewer. He touched the data pad in his left hand and a section of space was enlarged. As he pointed to the Torahnossian reconnaissance data, he answered, “Because, we are not able to use the wormhole in our sector of the galaxy. The other side of the Kadingir wormhole resides in an area that represents the Ansharians’ last stronghold in our sector.”

A close up image of a spaceport replaced the star map and Cadan continued, “We were able to get the Zealieon and Hezron through the wormhole 16,000 years ago because the Ansharians had not yet taken full control of these spatial coordinates. Subsequently, the Ansharians have established several defensive stations and an immense space port with a high capacity construction shipyard surrounding the coordinates. When the wormhole reappeared in 6,000 BC we were unable to get any of our ships through.” Cadan paused and looked over directly at Mykah with his infectious grin stamped wide.

“And we cannot just hyper drive in with the Millennium Falcon,” Cadan kidded his cousin, a known Star Wars fanatic.

“Torahnoss is a tad over twenty-seven trillion miles from Earth. Our top speed is 1.2 million of your units measured as miles per hour. Even if we could maintain that speed through the entire journey it would take a minimum of over 2,572 years to reach Earth. And since it is not feasible to assume we could maintain top speed the entire trip, a better estimate is in the neighborhood of 6,000 years,” Cadan precisely explained.

“So how are you gonna get the fleet here?” Mykah followed.

“We are planning to use a method that the Ansharians first attempted over a dozen millennia ago. On their first expedition through the wormhole 24,000 years ago, their small squadron of scout ships included a science vessel that identified and mapped Earth’s geo-energy grid system,” Cadan walked back over to the table, looked down to press a control panel and activated a hologram. Floating above the glowing holo-table, a large model of the Earth appeared with an overlay of an icosa-dodecahedron grid.

“Simeon, you can do the honors,” Cadan deferred, remaining on his feet with his arms crossed.

Leaning forward in his chair, Simeon pressed a separate control panel that highlighted certain vortices on the grid. Resting his elbows on the holo-table and clasping his hands together, Simeon began, “The grid consists of a series of major vortices interconnected by the aspect lines of Earth’s crystalline core. Mykah this is what your people and other Native American tribes call ‘Spider Woman.’ During the billions of years of your planet’s formation, the temperature-pressure extremes of the inner core caused a coalescence of volcanic matter into a mass of hexagonal close-packed iron that settled into what has eventually become a 1,500 mile wide crystal core. The crystal edges and vortices carry most of the thermal and electromagnetic energy developing from within the Earth and ‘vent’ the energy at the points along this icosa-dodecahedron grid.”

Simeon used his hands to push himself to his feet and walked over to where Akilan was seated. He gave a slight nod to the old man and a portion of the table opened with the resonator emerging, sitting atop its diamond base.

“This device is one of two ‘resonators’ that were brought to Earth by the Ansharians – the first one in 14,000 BC and the second with their failed expedition in 6,000 BC. The resonators were designed to collect, tune and focus the energy throughout the planetary grid. The first resonator was destroyed in 10,500 BC with the destruction of Atlantis near Bimini.

“The Ansharians were attempting to create a spatial vortex - an induced wormhole if you will - that would allow their ships instant access to Earth from our sector of the galaxy. In the process of their first Earth attempt, the main Ansharian planetary command base was destroyed along with their resonator and the only remaining anti- matter core; an event that greatly reduced their influence over the planet for a significant period of time.”

“Why didn’t they just make another resonator?” Mykah asked with her curiosity preventing her from remaining silent.

“About 18,000 years ago in the Saloumir system, the closest system to Ventori-Soiala, the Ansharians discovered a small, uninhabited, purely crystalline planet. The ‘Vestrium’ crystal from this planet maintained the highest frequency ever discovered by either of our planets’ scientists. When the Ansharians initiated a mining operation on the surface, their careless approach caused a harmonic quake which destroyed the planet. They had severely underestimated the volatility of the Vestrium and eventually only recovered a few sizable crystal shards from the sea of blue dust that was once a planet.

“The crystal is extremely difficult to handle properly and even more difficult to cut. A properly cut Vestrium crystal that correlates with the shape of a planet’s crystalline core can resonate power from its geo-electromagnetic energy grid. The Ansharians learned the necessity of a properly cut crystal after their very first attempt to utilize a planetary grid on Sapata, also in the Ventori-Soiala system. That time they did not technically destroy the whole planet but the maligned crystal resonator burned away the atmosphere and killed nearly the entire population.

“In the Atlantian destruction, they learned that if the vortex could not be properly targeted it was useless to activate it – even catastrophic. The Ansharians attempted to use an anti-matter core connected to a photonic targeting array as a capacitor, but the array was unable to efficiently direct the energy. Although the crystal resonator began generating the vortex, the lack of directional control over the spiraling tachyon field within the giant columnar wave created a feedback in the capacitor.

“The resulting explosion destroyed Atlantis and created a colossal tsunami. Most of Western Europe, the Mideast and Northern Africa were decimated. This event was chronicled in your planet’s major religions as the Great Flood. The extreme increase in ocean temperature also prematurely ended your last ice age by accelerating the meltdown of the polar ice cap. And to this day a residual disturbance persists in that part of the grid that goes by the name Bermuda Triangle,” Simeon revealed, sitting back down.

“Just before their fleets returned in 6000 BC, the Ansharians prepared once again to activate a vortex, this time in Egypt. They learned from their first failures and had begun construction of a singular massive structure to act as the directional capacitor which would be activated by an antimatter core fed by the resonated energy from the crystal– the Great Pyramid at Giza. But our forces disabled their fleet, allowing us to retrieve both the resonator and another anti-matter core before the Ansharians could ever make an attempt to manifest the vortex. We have hidden and protected them ever since. Although we have had them for several millennia, we had to wait for one last essential element before we could attempt activating the vortex for own fleet.

“Won’t the Ansharians simply bring a new resonator with them and activate the vortex after they arrive in order to bring in more ships later?” Ben asked.

“First, it is unclear if the Ansharians have any resonators left. They reportedly on had two left after we retrieved this one. As far as additional ships are concerned, they only have three more remaining fleets beyond the one we know that is coming through the wormhole. We have recently achieved limited sub space communication ability using the anti-matter cell. So we have a fairly accurate count on their ships.” Cadan informed.

Using his cane, Akilan labored to his feet.

“The speed and direction of the tachyon spiral is what enables the space-time vortex to manifest. The control of the spiraling tachyon field cannot be achieved through mechanical means. The bending and refocusing of the light to control the direction of tachyon spin can only be achieved through synchronization with the correct organic vibratory resonance. In other words the directional control of the columnar wave requires an organic tuning vessel.

“Our mission would be much easier if we were not required to utilize the pyramid. But it remains the only properly aligned structure on the grid that is sufficient. We will use the power core and pyramid to operate as a capacitor. Taon, you will be trained to consciously control your molecular density through the manipulation of your atomic vibrations. Once you learn to achieve the proper vibratory atomic resonance you will be ready to use the resonator to direct the tachyon spin with your conscious thought – a third eye so to speak. This will allow you to project the vortex