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Authors: Rodney C. Johnson
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battle and began to move forward onto the Tair’Aliran ’s
position.
“Gunports open!” shouted Kulcarin. “Lock and
load all railguns.”
“Weapons hot, sir.”
Kulcarin ordered his men to alert. The
bridge lights changed to a green hue. He felt the distance between
his ship and that of the Imperium’s shrink. Each vessel moved at
its maximum velocity. The expanse between them reduced in distance,
yet it appeared as if the vessels gracefully glided at a slow pace
to meet each other in combat.
The FS-9 Raptor was faster and more
maneuverable. Sitara had designed a magnificent vessel. This became
very apparent when the DSV Excalibur rotated itself toward
the Tair'Aliran . The Imperium ship fired its maneuvering
rockets. Closer and closer the ships moved as they reached weapons
range. Kulcarin looked at his tactical display, and waited for the
two spheres that showed the expanse of both ships weaponry to join
and give his order to open fire.
The Falcanian noticed a small silver-white
point on the holoviewer as he looked at the Excalibur move
in toward them. It seemed to flash and then blink in and out of
sight. Thinking it was a far off pulsar, Kulcarin turned his
attention fully back on the enemy ships which plunged toward
them.
“We are getting strange readings, Bashir,”
Shierak said.
“The Excalibur ?” Kulcarin asked.
“No. Off our starboard bow.” The Falcanian
commander heard the apprehension in Shierak’s voice. “A building
energy spike.”
“H’kilos!” cursed Aranskrai. His instincts
aflame, Kulcarin jumped out of his command throne to shout his next
orders. “Evasive! Break course, bring us about at full burn.”
On board the DSV Excalibur Captain
Braden and his Imperial minder assumed that they had chosen to flee
rather than fight a superior warship.
Space rendered itself and became a chaotic
whirlpool filled with lightning, a chaotic discharge of energy. A
vortex that emitted all the colors of the rainbow and some that no
human eye could see exploded into fullness. The surge of the
wormhole blinded the sensors on both the DSV Excalibur and Tair'Aliran .
“All systems back online and functioning
normally,” Gee LaSalle said just as the lights came back up. “No
damage to report.”
“The FS-9, do you see it?” Cole asked.
“No, sir. We should send out a scout.”
“Either they were swallowed by that thing or
destroyed in the event horizon.” Trajan scowled. “We have more
important things to attend to then stellar phenomena.”
LaSalle glared at Trajan. “I would think you
wouldn’t want them to follow us any further, Centurion.”
“No debris or even a trace of an explosion,”
the sensor officer added.
“We do not have the time to investigate,”
Trajan snapped.
Braden's better judgment would have been to
do a sweep, and see if they could find any trace of the FS-9
Raptor. But he knew the DSV Excalibur could not afford to be
late for their rendezvous with the Iksar'rang.
Braden sighed. “Very well. Set course and
begin the countdown to spacefold.”
[The Indian Ocean: 1:00 AM Falcanian
Standard time]
Winged shadowed figures vaulted into the
skies silhouetted by a palace caught in a blaze. She could feel the
gusts of air become whirlwinds all around her. Flames turned night
into day. A hot breeze warmed her body brought up by the heat of
burning buildings and the beating of many wings.
She knew that in its fully constructed form,
the palace had been a pyramid shaped building with immense towers
capped with bronze domes atop each spire. Great oval styled doors
once stood sentinel at the palace gates. They were etched with
double helices. Before the bombing the walled garden had been a
place of recreation for the dwellers of the fantastic fortress. The
gardens had sheltered strange blossoms and unusual trees.
Above the burning palace a mountain range
rose and she knew them to be the mighty and aged Himalayas. The
Bharata people considered the
battle and began to move forward onto the Tair’Aliran ’s
position.
“Gunports open!” shouted Kulcarin. “Lock and
load all railguns.”
“Weapons hot, sir.”
Kulcarin ordered his men to alert. The
bridge lights changed to a green hue. He felt the distance between
his ship and that of the Imperium’s shrink. Each vessel moved at
its maximum velocity. The expanse between them reduced in distance,
yet it appeared as if the vessels gracefully glided at a slow pace
to meet each other in combat.
The FS-9 Raptor was faster and more
maneuverable. Sitara had designed a magnificent vessel. This became
very apparent when the DSV Excalibur rotated itself toward
the Tair'Aliran . The Imperium ship fired its maneuvering
rockets. Closer and closer the ships moved as they reached weapons
range. Kulcarin looked at his tactical display, and waited for the
two spheres that showed the expanse of both ships weaponry to join
and give his order to open fire.
The Falcanian noticed a small silver-white
point on the holoviewer as he looked at the Excalibur move
in toward them. It seemed to flash and then blink in and out of
sight. Thinking it was a far off pulsar, Kulcarin turned his
attention fully back on the enemy ships which plunged toward
them.
“We are getting strange readings, Bashir,”
Shierak said.
“The Excalibur ?” Kulcarin asked.
“No. Off our starboard bow.” The Falcanian
commander heard the apprehension in Shierak’s voice. “A building
energy spike.”
“H’kilos!” cursed Aranskrai. His instincts
aflame, Kulcarin jumped out of his command throne to shout his next
orders. “Evasive! Break course, bring us about at full burn.”
On board the DSV Excalibur Captain
Braden and his Imperial minder assumed that they had chosen to flee
rather than fight a superior warship.
Space rendered itself and became a chaotic
whirlpool filled with lightning, a chaotic discharge of energy. A
vortex that emitted all the colors of the rainbow and some that no
human eye could see exploded into fullness. The surge of the
wormhole blinded the sensors on both the DSV Excalibur and Tair'Aliran .
“All systems back online and functioning
normally,” Gee LaSalle said just as the lights came back up. “No
damage to report.”
“The FS-9, do you see it?” Cole asked.
“No, sir. We should send out a scout.”
“Either they were swallowed by that thing or
destroyed in the event horizon.” Trajan scowled. “We have more
important things to attend to then stellar phenomena.”
LaSalle glared at Trajan. “I would think you
wouldn’t want them to follow us any further, Centurion.”
“No debris or even a trace of an explosion,”
the sensor officer added.
“We do not have the time to investigate,”
Trajan snapped.
Braden's better judgment would have been to
do a sweep, and see if they could find any trace of the FS-9
Raptor. But he knew the DSV Excalibur could not afford to be
late for their rendezvous with the Iksar'rang.
Braden sighed. “Very well. Set course and
begin the countdown to spacefold.”
[The Indian Ocean: 1:00 AM Falcanian
Standard time]
Winged shadowed figures vaulted into the
skies silhouetted by a palace caught in a blaze. She could feel the
gusts of air become whirlwinds all around her. Flames turned night
into day. A hot breeze warmed her body brought up by the heat of
burning buildings and the beating of many wings.
She knew that in its fully constructed form,
the palace had been a pyramid shaped building with immense towers
capped with bronze domes atop each spire. Great oval styled doors
once stood sentinel at the palace gates. They were etched with
double helices. Before the bombing the walled garden had been a
place of recreation for the dwellers of the fantastic fortress. The
gardens had sheltered strange blossoms and unusual trees.
Above the burning palace a mountain range
rose and she knew them to be the mighty and aged Himalayas. The
Bharata people considered the
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