Infinity (11 page)

Captain’s
Chronicles: Infinity sent out Quantum Interstellar signals far and wide into
the vastness of the universe. To anyone else but inhabitants of the Twelve
Galaxies Cluster, the signals would only seem like cosmic interference. One
would have to know the frequency Infinity was emitting, and be able to connect
to it by means of Quantum Action. In the Multi-Jewel Tablet there is now
unfathomable and unlimited power to not only send, but to receive transmissions
emitted from anywhere in the universe. Since eternity confirmed that this was
the only one of its kind, we were certain that no one else had this technology.
We discovered that the Multi-Jeweled Tablet bounces its energy off of stars
that are the nearest. Then that star in turn finds the next start and so on. It
is by Quantum Action, so the connection is instantaneous. I hope and pray that
we will learn to harness this technology someday in order to be able to send
matter, and even people.

Dvora was
now convinced that she was endangering her and her daughters’ lives by staying
even one more day on the same planet with The Subjugator. She paid some of the
local rebels to take her back into the Twelve Galaxies Cluster. She planned to
hide out until she found some powerful allies to move against both Subjugator
and Daxu Korth.

“We will
be at your service,” said Sertis, the commander of the space cruiser Blue
Steel. Sertis was half human and so the mixed breeding of two races had already
augmented his life span. He had designs on Valenza, the eldest daughter, and
also aspirations. He did anything to get on Dvora’s good side, and also to win
Valenza’s heart. But Valenza was a lot like her mother in this state. She was
beautiful as an angel, but poisonous as a serpent.

Dvora
found her sorceress. In fact she found a whole space cruiser full of wizards
and sorceresses. They were space gypsies in a space cruiser that was only
capable of space travel inside the galaxy, and that very limited. The leader,
Varshtan the Gyspy King, wanted a bigger and stronger cruiser that could take
them to any galaxy they wanted. Of course she could have easily enslaved them
to do her every bidding, but here she saw a potential opportunity to gain their
trust and manipulate them to serve her through gratefulness.

She had
ordered their cruiser to be shot at and boarded. She instructed Sertis to have
the cruiser searched for contraband. Once the Gypsy King had pleaded for mercy
and listened to his mournful tale of exodus from their dying planet, she didn’t
believe a word of it. She did, however, use it as her chance to show them mercy
and win their trust, and most of all, have them in her debt.

“Three of
your most powerful wizards and sorceresses would pay nicely,” she offered. An
offer they would not be able to refuse. Two wizards and one sorceress boarded
the Blue Steel. The Blue Steel guided the gypsies’ space cruiser down to a
planet within the Twelve Galaxies Cluster. It was a little known planet with
backwards technology. They had Cyber Interstellar on their own planet, but it
did not extend into outer space.

“I think
I’m going to like it here, on Jadu,” Said Dvora to her daughters. “I can’t be
tracked and located from the Citadel of the Korth.”

“How will
we survive here, Mother? What will we eat?” Where will we live?” asked the
bewildered daughters.

“You, Sertis, will take some of your crew and approach this
world’s leaders and find out everything there is to know about this world,”
said Dvora. “We will wait here for your return.” They had set the space cruiser
down in a remote area not far from a city. Signs were written in Universal, the
language spoken throughout the Twelve Kingdoms, which showed them that Daxu
Korth did indeed influence even the outermost corners of his kingdom.

*Universal was a mixture of some of the languages of Earth,
English being the dominant one, and Quewythian. Dialects had evolved which were
in use on various planets throughout the kingdom. Most of the planets, however,
preferred to use their own native languages and local dialects. Although
Universal was the official language of Cassiopeia and the rest of the galaxy,
it was the official language of communication, literature and was taught in al
the schools throughout the kingdom.
   

The galaxy they were in was still tens of millions of light years
from the Citadel. It was the
Lursa
Cymopoleia Galaxy, on the outskirts of the Twelve Galaxies Cluster. There were tens
of billions of stars and planet systems in the galaxy. There were, however,
roughly a million of those planet systems that had planets that were in the
habitable zone of their star or sun. Many of the planets that were not
habitable were used for underground mining where they could create conditions
for breathing, though the surface was too cold, too hot, or had no atmosphere. Most
of the galaxy had not been explored or colonized.

News
travelled from other parts of the kingdom, it was slow getting to Jadu. Dvora
didn’t mind. That meant news traveling from the planet was also slow. She would
be safe for a while she thought, and possibly even work her way into the
government faking identification for her and her daughters. Sertis and his crew
already had credentials as transporters, and they would continue their business
of picking up and delivering people and cargo that needed to go somewhere.
Dvora and her daughters, the three sorcerers were their passengers, and the
Gyspy space cruiser also there to do business. Their usual line of work was
fortune telling, selling of their women’s bodies for pleasure, trading, picking
up cargo and providing a makeshift gambling service where there were no
casinos.

“Mother,
where is that sorceress?” Asks Kathara. “I’m trying to get a boyfriend and I
need her to make a potion for me.”

“That’s
not what she’s for, Kathara,” replied Dvora, who was beginning to regret
bringing the sorceress Makalai along with them to the planet. The wizards
Gothor and Nasarth are going to help us rise in the ranks of the government.
They’re not for our personal love lives.”

“What
if in all their bewitching they bewitch us, mother?” asks Sarita.

“They
wouldn’t do that. The Gypsy King would have them executed if they betrayed us.
He is still in our debt, remember.”

“Yes,
that’s right, Sarita,” adds Kyn; we need them to help us take over this dusty
planet. I can’t believe all the dust there is here, can you?” Kyn sneezes.

“Well,
we just have to keep sweeping it up,” replies Dvora. “I Just hope I don’t develop
an allergy here.”

Just
then the door chime rings. “It’s the gypsy sorcerers,” says Sarita.

“Oh,
be a darling and let them in, will you?” Dvora sighs.

“Good
morning our illustrious Queen of tomorrow,” says Gothor, standing there seven
feet tall, black hood and cloak covering him from head to toe. The other two
sorcerers come walking in behind him. Nasarth is all dressed in brown and
Makalai is in purple.

“Let’s
make plans,” says Dvora. “What kid of root medicine or herbs do you use to
manipulate people with?”

“Oh,
my lady,” says Gothor. “We do not need such ancient methods. They are obsolete
to us.”

“Then
please explain to me how you work your sorcery.” Dvora and her daughters gather
around and listen as Gothor, Nasarth and Makalai explain their methods; that
they do not have the powers of magic or sorcery. They are illusionists;
magicians. They use the old and ancient tricks of all the great magicians in
the past naming quite a few planets including Earth. Apparently their ancestor
Space Gypsies had travelled to Earth eons before and kept data of all their
performances, but they had no records or data of Earth’s location.

Dvora
had thought that if she could locate Earth, she could escape there, knowing
that her stepson Arthos would receive her. But alas, the location of Earth had
been lost.

She
had no idea what an illusionist was. “Well, you all had better come up with
something that helps me become ruler of this planet; otherwise your friends and
family may be kept here indefinitely by the current ruler. He is a despot and
will take all your women for himself and your children as slaves.”

“We
will help you and your daughters,” said Gothor. “But we will need some time to
devise a fool proof plan.”

While
the three gypsy sorcerers conspire, Dvora and her daughters see the news on a
local broadcast viewer. The news says that a sudden impulse of power had
boosted their Cyber Interstellar to include all of the rest of the Twelve
Galaxies Cluster. Jadu, as well as the rest of the solar system, in fact the whole
Lursa Cymopoleia Galaxy was now connected with the rest of the kingdom.

They
listened as the news reporter explained that the Cyber Communications
satellites had picked up the energy surge and events from Jadu have been
transmitting since several days before, just when they arrived. That included
all spacecraft leaving and landing on the planet, all audial and visuals of
people leaving and coming, and images that have been transmit to the Kingdom’s
leading planet Cassiopeia.

Shock
filled their faces. “Do you know what this means?” said Dvora. “Daxu Korth
knows we’re here.”

Not
only did Daxu Korth know their whereabouts, but Cruise also had received the
transmissions through the Quantum Cyber Space Interstellar Network.

“We’re
not safe here anymore,” says Dvora. “We must escape. We need to find Sertis and
the Gypsies. They’re our only allies now and we must flee this world.”

But
it was too late already. The Gypsies had been taken into custody. The
authorities had been notified by the Citadel to take Dvora and her daughters
captive. They threatened the Gypsy men with life in the mines and woman and
children to be slaves if they did not tell where Dvora was. They were on their
way to arrest Dvora and her daughters when Sertis arrived.

“Quick,
come with us,” he said and hurried them out, all of them dressed in hooded
cloaks so they would seem like others running to get out of the rain. Down the
wet and muddy streets they scurried. Down the cobblestone steps and through
narrow alleyways they dashed, sometimes looking back to see if anyone was
following them.

Sertis
didn’t care much for Dvora, but he was in love with Valenza and was willing to
risk life and limb for her. They made it to the space cruiser Blue Steel,
boarded and shut the hatches. Sertis gave the take off order and away they
flew, Dvora looking back down at the planet being saturated with the monsoon
rains until they lifted up above the clouds and rocketed out of the planet’s
gravitational pull.

“Where
will we go, Mother?” Asks Sarita.

“I’m
not sure, but far away from here, I hope,” was her reply.

Sertis
came to where they were sitting in the passenger section and sat down.
 
“This is a military cruiser. We have
anti-radar so they can’t pick us up. We’re headed for a planet that doesn’t record
landings of spacecraft.”

“How
do you know we’ll be safe there?” asks Valenza.

“My
uncle is the leader of the planet. It’s my home; where I was born,” he replies.
“It will be tough there, but you’ll survive.”

Captain’s
Chronicles: The New Quantum Cyber Interstellar is up and running. From Earth II
to the Citadel and every galaxy in between, we have full communication. Earth
II is being colonized and is growing.
Stellar, Celesta, and Bella and the other newly born vessels keep
coming back for more programing and are sent to the areas we have designated as
being habitable, and fertile. Fortitude makes regular flights but is not
enough. I have sent for more space vessels to come bringing shuttles, long term
food supplies, vehicles of all sorts, and fossil fuels to get the ball rolling.
Atomic fuel is being shipped in and will be used as an energy source. Hyper
Flonium energy is being produced in the mega city now to run everything. This
world will not need us and Infinity much longer. We are charting a course to
cross this quadrant. We will follow the trail leading back to Earth, the planet
of our ancestors, the Pure Scriptures of Light and my brother Arthos.

   
On Cassiopeia, the mega city
Shovaya
was rejoicing over the news that Cruise was half way to Earth. He sent a visual
message that was transmitted to his planet and was seen in every city on public
screens. The message was an inspiration and encouragement to all the good
people, and a warning to all bad people.

   
He was angry that in his
absence war broke out with The Subjugator, whose pirates he had routed at
Dekkonia. He told how he faced sorcerers, and hostile aliens. He spoke of the
disappointment of the betrayal of his stepmother and her daughters against
their father. He warned that Dvora and her daughters had escaped their jails
and prisons and also escaped capture. They were still at large.

   
“I also want to tell you of
Earth II. It was colonized by Earthlings eons ago but needs help. We are
helping by colonizing areas that are sparsely populated, and spreading out to
help our neighbors who have been there a long time.”

   
Cruise continued his message
about his wife Queen Millennia and their children and grandchildren. All the
people on Dekkonia were also able to view the visual and see their Queen again.

Then they received the sad
news that Queen Millennia was dying. She had made the decision to return to
Dekkonia before her death and to be buried there. After much persuasion by Millennia,
Cruise decided to go ahead with his plans to keep searching for Earth and the
holy relic.
 
The Queen’s seven
oldest daughters would be returning with her to care for her until she passes
away. It is the way of their people.

   
She told the masses that her
life’s quest had been fulfilled. She had found her soul mate and together they
made it as far as they did. They were blessed with fifty children and three
hundred and fifty three grandchildren. The crowds cheered as they said
farewell.

   
Unknown to Daxu Korth there
were mortal enemies of his also watching the transmissions. The new Cyber Interstellar
not only connected the good people, but also the bad. The down side of the Interstellar
was that criminals could now have more communication that ever.

   
The Subjugator, who was
really Daxu Korth’s younger brother, had been banished from the kingdom since
he was convicted of attempting to murder his brother the king. He still ran his
pirate kingdom outside the Twelve Galaxies Cluster, but now had more help than
ever. He now commanded a team of thirty-five dangerous wanted criminals and
they were headed straight for the Citadel.

   
“This will be my last stand
against my brother. I may die, but then again, I may beat him and win. “I’m
going for the latter,” spoke a vengeful bitter soul.

“I wanted his wife, his
daughters and his crown. I have nothing,” Lamented Subjugator. “That’s why I
asked you all to come with me and I will pay you well. After we complete this
mission you will all be the leaders of your own planets and maybe even some of
you will own galaxies. This is the pay day we all have been waiting for.”

He buttered the bread really
well. His speech set the other cutthroats on fire. The Subjugator knew how to
verbally move people in his direction and get them to follow him. He recruited
Nase Yennock, one of the most feared pirate leaders in the Dark Galaxies. No
one knew where he was from. His tall and large frame overlooked most men. But
he was getting old and wanted this to be his last spoils of war before he
retired. His age, though unknown, did not take away from his fierceness. He
brought one hundred of his best pirates, fierce cutthroats who were gaining
infamy and a reputation for themselves. They were all at each other’s throats;
fighting over who would take over after Nase retired.

   
Then there was the notorious
and insane leader of
Planet Eniam 22, Wathesan-Fla-Fla. He would do anything for the
right price and has no morals, no conscious. After his planet was virtually
destroyed, he fled to Togaran, where he quickly rose to power.

Wood Knilk is a freelance
trader who drifts from planet to planet in the Mexonian Galaxy. He had the look
of a tough, hardened killer, and he was. He didn't play games and if he smelled
a rat he wasted it.
 

   
All of the rest were the
same old cronies that had always set things up for The Subjugator to come in
with his pirate crew and clean up.
Hyukitron
Hoxenyth would have his revenge on his brother the king, or die trying.
His
survival on hostile planets with extreme conditions gave him the stamina he
needed to make the trip back to the Rakudean Galaxy and the planet Cassiopeia
posing as a trader and transporter. He had changed his appearance eons before
with intense laser surgery. His aging did the rest. He would only be recognized
by those who knew him best.

Normally he would have
pretty much stayed the same and would not have had to age just by staying in
his own galaxy on a planet much like Cassiopeia. It had twin suns and gave off
the same radiation as Cassiopeia’s solar system. But he became a pirate and
over the eons weakened and aged more than he should have.

   
This is what Cruise found
out had happened to his Queen, Millennia. The three pink suns she was born
under kept her young looking, though she was actually three thousand years old.
That long she had waited for her soul mate and to have children. Leaving her
star system weakened her, and mothering fifty children took its toll. Being
part Earthling had its advantages, as the human part of her DNA protected her
from most alien diseases. But she was not able to withstand the constant
barrage of non-Cassiopeia suns ultra violet rays. It was literally tearing her
collagen apart and ripping her cells to shreds.

   
Cruise found out too late.
Having a human mother protected him from the same harmful UV rays and cosmic
rays and radiation that was killing Millennia. In her case, her father was
human, and a great deal of his DNA had been passed to her. There was nothing he
could do, save call on sorcerers and wizards to try and save her. He scrapped
that idea when Millennia said she’d have nothing to do with magic. Being cured
or healed by a witch’s magic or a sorcerer’s concoction or a wizard’s spell
could even bring someone back from the dead, she had said, but they would never
again be the same person. She felt it would be like selling your soul to the
underworld or forces of darkness.

   
Now
Hyukitron Hoxenyth was on his way to kill Daxu
Korth. Little did he know what was approaching him; his brother, even worse
than before, many times over.
That night after the three
pink suns had set, Subjugator would take his revenge.

  
Subjugator and his thirty-five
space mercenaries made their way through the streets of the luminous city of
Shovaya at nightfall. Even the darkness could not quench the brightness of the
beautiful city as it shone from the natural light of its radiant structures.
Guards surrounded the Citadel. They saw the threat and took action. They didn’t
need to ask any questions. They were neither naïve nor ignorant. But two of
Subjugator’s colleagues were Ibiza, the evil wizard from the
Mountains of Geshtinanna on the planet
Krani and R’Darik, also known as The Warlock of Meneng-Pou Caverns on Planet
Avalonia of the irregular galaxy Crazetrox.

Ibiza raised his thorny staff and his hands bled.
Lightning formed in circles around the knob and then spread out further and
further moving in a circular motion until it consumed all the guards around the
Citadel. R’Darik made little work of the tall steel gate that kept them out.
The faction of rogues marched right through as more guards charged them, but
were cut down in their place by the ingenious weaponry of the Haridian
Skinwalkers, who lashed out at the helpless guards with their razor sharp
electromagnetic tentacle whips leaving a trail of carnage behind.

   
The procession of evildoers was then met with weapons of destruction set
up at the top of the stairs. These weapons were soon put out of commission by
the electromagnetic pulse produced by Wood Knilk’s launcher pistol. Subjugator
had breached the Citadel’s defenses and was inside with his band of renegades.

   
“At least my brother didn’t forget to guard the outside, but the inside
he leaves completely empty. No guards,” exclaims Subjugator with glee. “This is
going to be easier than taking a toy away from a child.”

   
With Subjugator leading them, the wild bunch of reprobate degenerates
storms the central courtyard, but there is still no sign of life. They move
through conference rooms, and then to the main hall where sits the throne of
the king. They force open the doors that had been electronically locked from the
inside. After Jimca Ryou’s Universal Key destroys the lock’s electronic
sequence codes, they enter the King’s Hall. Across the large hall one hundred
earth meters on the other side and up on the top of a staircase of thirty nice
steps made of marble intertwined with gold and silver is the great Platainium
throne.

The banner of The Twelve Kingdoms covers the wall
from the ceiling to the floor; three colored stripes, red, blue and purple,
with a golden lion in the middle grasping a spear. On either side of the throne
are two more banners on poles. One of the banners represents Cassiopeia with
its two bright blue stars on top and a blue, white and brown sphere on the
bottom.

The other side has the banner of Shovaya city
showing three glowing yellow stars, three blue and three white vertical
stripes. Sitting on the throne, but not looking the least bit surprised is Daxu
Korth,
Koupiton Hoxenyth, king of The Twelve Galaxies
Cluster. Hyukitron Hoxenyth, The Subjugator, stops in his tracks bringing all
of his cronies to a halt also as they glower at the majestic monarch sitting on
his throne seeming not to have a care in the world.

   
“Who are you and what do you want?” asks the king.

   
Subjugator glares at his brother with squinted eyes and raised eyebrows.
The black hair and beard, typical of Quewythian men, is gone. Now gray and
partly balding, smooth tan color gone and replaced by wrinkles and small
patches of white, the pirate leader speaks.

   
“You don’t recognize me, brother, because the galaxies and suns have not
been kind to me. But surrender now because as you see you are outnumbered. We
killed your guards outside and on the steps. The ones inside have fled I
suppose.”

   
Daxu Korth leans forward. “And I suppose you want to take the kingdom
and,” he pauses, “let me guess...rule it?”

   
Subjugator replies with sarcasm. “I suppose your rule has been very good
for the people.”

   
Just then in an instant thirty-five rays of light beam down from the
tall ceiling. Subjugator and his companions are astounded as they find
themselves bound and shackled with electromagnetic detainers. The lights beam
down again and they are surrounded with a force field net.

   
“The wizard and warlock cannot use their powers unless their hands are
free,” chuckles Daxu Korth. “So my brother has returned to take over the
kingdom? You’ve gotten off to a bad start I’d say.”

   
The doors open and the guards that Subjugator thought he killed march in
and surround the prisoners. They’re astonished.

   
“But we killed them,” says Pirate Lord Nase Yennock. “I saw them die.”

   
“The guards were holograms,” replies Daxu Korth. “These are real.”

   
At once Daxu Korth vanishes from the throne to the intruders’ further
surprise and walks in the front door of the hall in back of them. “Here I am.
What you were seeing was a realistic hologram, like the guards, made of
electronic matter.”

   
Subjugator as well as the other captives had no good words of greeting
to say to Daxu Korth. “You are a snake in the grass, as the old Earthling
saying goes. And I know how much you just
love
those Earthlings.” Subjugator is speaking in his native language to Daxu Korth.