Ninlil

“The sin was not yours alone,” Syrax grunted. “We’d our own hand to play in it.”

Slight in frame, with tan skin, the girl quietly slipped into the room. In a thick black braid her hair reached down to her waist. Dressed in rich saffron clothing that barely covered her curves, a sent of almond and cinnamon emanated from her brown skin. In one hand she held a platter, on which rested flat bread, cheese and fruit for her master. “My Lord,” she spoke reverently, and then bowed, a hint of rapture, or more accurately, fear in the presence of her god could be seen in the servant girl’s large blue, though they veered to near purple, almond eyes.

“Ninlil” Amelnakru smiled.

Syrax Mor did not miss the look that Amelnakru had given the nubile human girl, clearly lust and if Syrax were to judge by the girl’s expression of fear, the Annunaki took from her what he desired. In a blatantly lustful manner the Annunaki touched the girl’s cheek, proudly stated: “Is not Ninlil a picture of beauty Syrax?”

“Not enough hair for my taste.” Snorted Syrax. He found her, as well as most humans, rather plain.

Amelnakru laughed, his voice boomed off the walls.

From “Among Bright Stars…” Neo-human #2.

CAW

[Zarhur Station, Orbiting Planet Yendor II. January 3, 2110. Central Point Of The Commonwealth Of Allied Worlds]

The green O’Neill double cylinders of Zarhur Station spun in their endless counter rotation, hidden away, enshrouded by an orange nebula lit by a small white sun. A special star system, thought to be generated by a mysterious monolith left behind by the “Ancient Ones”, those who were precursors to all material life in the cosmos located on the small planet of Yendor II.

Ships came and went here at the central point of the newly formed capital of the Commonwealth of Allied Worlds, known as CAW by its still sparse membership. Overseen by the stations Administrator for whom Zarhur Station had been named in honor of, spaceships of all types and sizes docked and departed in an ordered fashion. This place had become a hub of galactic civilization, indeed during the unrest over the past few months it had functioned as a launching point for armies.

In the wake of Armageddon, Zarhur Station had become a steadfast watchtower in the night.

“We should hunt them down,” Imogen hissed. “execute each and every Annunaki on the spot.”

“Now aunt Imogen, I don’t think genocide is the answer to our Annunaki problem. The Terran Triumvirate asked CAW to process, and bring to trial any guilty Annunaki. They’re a dying species, on the way out. No need to hasten a sure end.”

Imogen put her hands on her hips, tilted her chin upward. “With all due respect Madame President, would you be so forgiving if it were Skatha we were speaking about? I know how they vex you.”

Sitara Drakonis-LaSalle, recently elected President of the Commonwealth of Allied Worlds let her true violet eyes glance about her office, they came at last to rest on the newly agreed upon royal blue, and silver flag of CAW, surmounted by a golden rosette solar symbol which reminded her of a blooming tarhanis flower. Thoughtful she placed a hand over her quickened womb, where only a hint of an egg bump could be made out. “The Skatha are another matter entirely.”

“Doubtful…” Imogen licked her lips. “The incident at Nibiru would never have happened, and Earth would still live had there been no Annunaki in the cosmos.”

“And then there would have been no modern humans either. The galaxy would’ve been quite a quiet place without them. Not a defense for Annunaki crimes, just a fact. Humanity and all its varied forms, including Falcanians, Morningstars, as well as many others across the universe owe their existence to Annunaki meddling. They’re our celestial progenitors. ”

To that Imogen Drake just huffed.

CAW’s Chief Executive let out a girlish giggle. “Its odd to think you’re my father’s twin sister, yet there are times I see him in you. A gesture, a moment of reserved fury. Like a coiled dragon as Maa always used to call it. Even though you two had but a fleeting second to know each other. Its clear you’re part of one another on some deep level.”

“You have no idea!” Imogen remarked.

“That reminds me,” Sitara pulled an envelope out of her desk, a Falcanian Narshin insignia sealed the parchment with wax and handed it over to her aunt. “More corespondents from my Maa. You two seem to be getting on famously.”

“Does all my mail go through your office?”

“Like it or not Imogen, you’re a member of the Falcanian Imperial family, be you human or not. Security reasons demand letters from Falcania-Vor go via presidential channels. Luckily you’ve the backing of both the Khanate and Terran Triumvirate in your ventures, which lets you act with impunity. Otherwise your life might be a great deal more complicated.”

“Nadia,” Imogen cleared her throat, a gesture which reminded Sitara of her father. “Has been providing me family history, telling me about Roderik…” she corrected herself. “err I mean Sharr. What I’ve gathered, he and Uric Kreis were more alike than either might have cared to admit.” she smiled a knowledgeable grin. “Though I think perhaps Sharr was light whereas Uric, he was motivated by a dark cunning. Considering his plans for me, for Earth, and for the galaxy itself – ”

“Again,” Sitara always ended up being the one standing up for Uric. Mostly with Arshira, who loathed even the shadow of the man. “Grandfather’s schemes, devious though they were, likely resulted in more light brought to the cosmos then darkness.”

Few ever barged into Sitara’s office, fewer still would now ever dare do so upon her gaining the title president. Titles and secular ranks of office however meant very little to the person who had thought to interrupt a family meeting between niece and aunt by ordering the doors of the Chief Executive’s office to slide open by his own accord.

“You are early.” Sitara said.

“A wizard is neither early, nor late. Where he goes he is always on time. For the tides move when he walks and time halts as he commands it.”

“Aha,” said Sitara amused as she got up from her chair. “Aunt Imogen, let me present Oriele Amirjeen. My sister Karaseer asked if one of her Arclayht Warlocks might observe and be in residence for CAW’s legislative sessions.” The President added. “Though I can’t imagine what for, politics seems rather a world apart from Arclayht technomancy.”

The technomancer, like Sitara was a Falcanian, all Arclayht were, for the Holy Order did not go beyond the species. Burnished platinum wings, trimmed in rich yellow plumage and a plated pincer-tail were mounted on his back. Folded away, the mighty garuda’s pinions seemed more a cloak than a means of flight. Bald head, its most pronounced feature a pair of oval-pointed ears could not stay hidden below a leather, roughly stitched top hat, that stood on a rightward tilt. Deep black eyes reflected light. The only hair on his body, thinly arched brows and a tined goatee. The warlock clothed himself in an elaborately tooled bell sleeved jacket, with a high ermine fur collar meant to obscure the technology embedded in his body which provided him his power and allowed for the technomancer to perform seeming deeds of authentic magic.

“Orin if you please Madam President.” Orin greeted. “The Tay al-Ard, our exalted being, Karaseer Drakonis, High Thaumaturge of our ordersends her best wishes and thanks you for welcoming the Arclayht to Zarhur Station, a most… significant place indeed.”

“‘She who traverses without moving’.” CAW’s Chief Executive translated Karaseer’s omniscient appellation. “Are you all capable of teleporting?” Sitara pressed, she knew Shinras Rukh had the ability, though he had not often made use of it.

“Imogen Drake.” Orin stated ignoring Sitara’s inquiry concerning his powers. “Ripped from her mother’s womb as a mere embryo, and enhanced genetically by her father. Later speculated to have been returned to that very same uterus., only to later be stolen away at birth, and then years later placed in hibernation. Revived in a new century by the founder of my order, her very own twin brother, Shinras Rukh.” He smiled at her sincerely. “We’ve got a keen interest in you.”

Imogen looked at the improbable wizard with unrestrained doubt. “Big surprise! Half the civilized galaxy wants to get a piece of the 200 year-old woman from the 20^th Century trapped in an 18 year-old’s body.” Its why she tried to blend into the bustle and clutter here at this galactic crossroads. “Others would have me rule over them. I just wish to mourn the loss of my planet, the only real home I’ve ever known.” With that she excused herself. “Talk to you later Sitara.”  

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I really should complete this story so I can at least have the tripod of the overlapping universe out there. Soon!

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Falco Invictus: Morningstar Rising

The Morningstars, fashioned by genetic engineering to rule over the Earth, an elite few have become the vanguard of humanity itself after they have been driven out into a cold, harsh universe by mankind’s former overlords, the Annunaki. Captain Rene LaSalle of the cargo hauler Draco would rather be carousing in the local pub, and trying to bed a comely wench, all he wishes in mankind’s darkest hour is to live in the moment, and yet Captain LaSalle finds himself called reluctantly to duty by King Odin Battenberg to seek out the Falcanians, all in a slim hope that they shall stand beside humanity to free a desperate, enslaved Earth. 

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Second Scene From Imogen Drake & The Eye Of Aldebaran

This is the very second scene from Imogen Drake & The Eye Of Aldebaran, a spin off of my Falcanian Legacy Series.

[Zarhur Station, Orbiting Planet Yendor II. January 3, 2110. Central Point Of The Commonwealth Of Allied Worlds]

The green O’Neill double cylinders of Zarhur Station spun in their endless counter rotation, hidden away, enshrouded by an orange nebula lit by a small white sun. A special star system, thought to be generated by a mysterious monolith left behind by the “Ancient Ones”, those who were precursors to all material life in the cosmos located on the small planet of Yendor II.

Ships came and went here at the central point of the newly formed capital of the Commonwealth of Allied Worlds, known as CAW by its still sparse membership. Overseen by the stations Administrator for whom Zarhur Station had been named in honor of, spaceships of all types and sizes docked and departed in an ordered fashion. This place had become a hub of galactic civilization, indeed during the unrest over the past few months it had functioned as a launching point for armies.

In the wake of Armageddon, Zarhur Station had become a steadfast watchtower in the night.

“We should hunt them down,” Imogen hissed. “execute each and every Annunaki on the spot.”

“Now aunt Imogen, I don’t think genocide is the answer to our Annunaki problem. The Terran Triumvirate asked CAW to process, and bring to trial any guilty Annunaki. They’re a dying species, on the way out. No need to hasten a sure end.”

Imogen put her hands on her hips, tilted her chin upward. “With all due respect Madame President, would you be so forgiving if it were Skatha we were speaking about? I know how they vex you.”

Sitara Drakonis-LaSalle, recently elected President of the Commonwealth of Allied Worlds let her true violet eyes glance about her office, they came at last to rest on the newly agreed upon royal blue, and silver flag of CAW, surmounted by a golden rosette solar symbol which reminded her of a blooming tarhanis flower. Thoughtful she placed a hand over her quickened womb, where only a hint of an egg bump could be made out. “The Skatha are another matter entirely.”

“Doubtful…” Imogen licked her lips. “The incident at Nibiru would never have happened, and Earth would still live had there been no Annunaki in the cosmos.”

“And then there would have been no modern humans either. The galaxy would’ve been quite a quiet place without them. Not a defense for Annunaki crimes, just a fact. Humanity and all its varied forms, including Falcanians, Morningstars as well as many others across the universe owe their existence to Annunaki meddling. They’re our celestial progenitors. ”

To that Imogen Drake just huffed.

CAW’s Chief Executive let out a girlish giggle. “Its odd to think you’re my father’s twin sister, yet there are times I see him in you. A gesture, a moment of reserved fury. Like a coiled dragon as Maa always used to call it. Even though you two had but a fleeting second to know each other. Its clear you’re part of one another on some deep level.”

“You have no idea!” Imogen remarked.

“That reminds me,” Sitara pulled an envelope out of her desk, a Falcanian Narshin insignia sealed the parchment with wax and handed it over to her aunt. “More corespondents from my Maa. You two seem to be getting on famously.”

“Does all my mail go through your office?”

“Like it or not Imogen, you’re a member of the Falcanian Imperial family, be you human or not. Security reasons demand letters from Falcania-Vor go via presidential channels. Luckily you’ve the backing of both the Khanate and Terran Triumvirate in your ventures, which lets you act with impunity. Otherwise your life might be a great deal more complicated.”

“Nadia,” Imogen cleared her throat, a gesture which reminded Sitara of her father. “Has been providing me family history, telling me about Roderik…” she corrected herself. “err I mean Sharr. What I’ve gathered, he and Uric Kreis were more alike than either might have cared to admit.” she smiled a knowledgeable grin. “Though I think perhaps Sharr was light whereas Uric, he was motivated by a dark cunning. Considering his plans for me, for Earth, and for the galaxy itself -”

“Again,” Sitara always ended up being the one standing up for Uric. Mostly with Arshira, who loathed even the shadow of the man. “Grandfather’s schemes, devious though they were, likely resulted in more light brought to the cosmos then darkness.”

Few ever barged into Sitara’s office, fewer still would now ever dare do so upon her gaining the title president. Titles and secular ranks of office however meant very little to the person who had thought to interrupt a family meeting between niece and aunt by ordering the doors of the Chief Executive’s office to slide open by his own accord.

“You are early.” Sitara said.

“A wizard is neither early, nor late. Where he goes he is always on time. For the tides move when he walks and time halts as he commands it.”

“Aha,” said Sitara amused as she got up from her chair. “Aunt Imogen, let me present Oriele Amirjeen. My sister Karaseer asked if one of her Arclayht Warlocks might observe and be in residence for CAW’s legislative sessions.” The President added. “Though I can’t imagine what for, politics seems rather a world apart from Arclayht technomancy.”

The technomancer, like Sitara was a Falcanian, all Arclayht were, for the Holy Order did not go beyond the species. Burnished platinum wings, trimmed in rich yellow plumage and a plated pincer-tail were mounted on his back. Folded away, the mighty garuda’s pinions seemed more a cloak than a means of flight. Bald head, its most pronounced feature a pair of oval-pointed ears could not stay hidden below a leather, roughly stitched top hat, that stood on a rightward tilt. Deep black eyes reflected light. The only hair on his body, thinly arched brows and a tined goatee. The warlock clothed himself in an elaborately tooled bell sleeved jacket, with a high ermine fur collar meant to obscure the technology embedded in his body which provided him his power and allowed for the technomancer to perform seeming deeds of authentic magic.

“Orin if you please Madam President.” Orin greeted. “The Tay al-Ard, our exalted being, Karaseer Drakonis, High Thaumaturge of our order sends her best wishes and thanks you for welcoming the Arclayht to Zarhur Station, a most… significant place indeed.”

“’She who traverses without moving’.” CAW’s Chief Executive translated Karaseer’s omniscient appellation. “Are you all capable of teleporting?” Sitara pressed, she knew Shinras Rukh had the ability, though he had not often made use of it.

“Imogen Drake.” Orin stated ignoring Sitara’s inquiry concerning his powers. “Ripped from her mother’s womb as a mere embryo, and enhanced genetically by her father. Later speculated to have been returned to that very same uterus., only to later be stolen away at birth, and then years later placed in hibernation. Revived in a new century by the founder of my order, her very own twin brother, Shinras Rukh.” he smiled at her sincerely. “We’ve got a keen interest in you.”

Imogen looked at the improbable wizard with unrestrained doubt. “Big surprise! Half the civilized galaxy wants to get a piece of the 200 year-old woman from the 20^th Century trapped in an 18 year-old’s body.” its why she tried to blend into the bustle and clutter here at this galactic crossroads. “Others would have me rule over them. I just wish to mourn the loss of my planet, the only real home I’ve ever known.” with that she excused herself. “Talk to you later Sitara.”

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