I’ve decided to rewrite the, still currently unnamed, novel that I was working on way back when. Yes all this time later I still have failed to name it. This may be the final draft it may not, I can’t say for sure. Enjoy, and all comments welcome.
I walked slowly with Professor Matson into the meeting room. I was wearing blue jeans and a, plane, short sleeved white top. I was also wearing white trainers. I was twenty-five, had medium length black hair and brown eyes. I was a science student of Professor Matson; but I also took a military training course, since I was going to be working with Matson and other military scientists. Matson was fifty-two, had short white hair and for some bizarre reason always wore black trousers a shirt and white lab coat. He was tall in general and was usually in a focused and enthusiastic mood, however right now we were both in a rush.
The room was dark and there was a black, horse shoe shaped, table in the middle of the room. The room was empty apart from the table and a large screen mounted on the wall opposite the curve of the table. The walls, floor and ceiling were all made of a dull grey metal. Four, square, overhead lights lit the room.
Seven beings were already here, we were late...again. Four of the beings were Lizarian and the rest were human.
Lizarians were the ones who helped us develop space travel back in 3452, and what were commonly known as rift generator drives more commonly known as R.G.Ds. Lizarians were reptilian creatures that stood on two feet, and resembled lizards from back on Earth. They had four clawed fingers and a thumb. Each of their feet had three toes each with large claws. Their scales were a brilliant emerald green; they had orange eyes with slit pupils too. Most of them stood just taller than a fully grown man. I didn’t pay attention to anyone and just sat down in my seat, at the end of the table, next to the professor.
“Now that we’re all here, I believe the professor has something to begin with,” a female Lizarian said, she was sitting in the middle of the curve in the table. She was the Lizarian leader who was referred to as The Princess, or simply Princess. She was slender and looked much weaker than many Lizarians. I knew not to underestimate Lzarians; they could be lethal if they chose to. She stood just a few centimetres shorter than me and look rather young.
“The Samaro graveyard has stalled all attempts to explore it, by disrupting sensor equipment. We have developed a working prototype model that, we believe, will allow us to push deep into the graveyard,” The professor began. The Samaro graveyard was an entire system blanketed in a thick dust cloud; that thwarted all attempts to explore it. The reason we wanted to explore it was to locate Ancestor relics. The Ancestors were believed to be the Lizarians forefathers who had a massive empire spanning the galaxy, and were advanced beyond comprehension. However they simply disappeared; leaving behind relics in remote, and usually deadly, areas of the galaxy.
“When will we be able to test it?” asked a well-built Lizarian, he was opposite me. He was Commander Soraka a well-respected member of the 206th Lizarian assault fleet.
“As soon as tomorrow morning, the prototype is being transported here as we speak,” the professor replied happily. Soraka nodded.
“Presuming this works, and we find Ancestor relics, I want you commander to ignore protocol and bring them directly to Lizaria for examination,” The Princess ordered calmly.
“As you wish my princess,” Soraka replied, bowing his head in respect.
Twenty-six hours later
I was standing on the bridge of a Lizarian battleship. The room was circular. The rear walls were full of screens and control panels with Lizarians operating them. The front wall was a huge reinforced viewing window. Everything in front of us was a brown and orange smudge. The professor was next to me, he was holding a laptop that was linked to the prototype. He nodded to Soraka.
“Take us in,” he ordered. The ship began to power forward into the cloud. Through the thick dust I could make out black shapes. When we got closer they turned out to be bits of ship ranging from wings to engines. We went on for two hours, stopping regularly to check the prototype. Eventually we came to a clearing in the cloud. The clearing was massive; there was a small dying red dwarf star at the centre with huge amounts of debris orbiting it.
“Sir we have reached the centre of the cloud,” A female voice from behind me said.
“Prototype is functioning normally,” the professor added. I was looking at the wrecks when my eye stopped on one that was much bigger than the rest.
“What’s that?” I asked pointing at the wreck.
“Zoom in,” Soraka ordered a square appeared around the object and then stretched to the length of the window. The wreck was neatly curved at the sides and back; but the front was frayed to the point of disintegration, like it had been ripped off by shear force. In the heart of the wreck was a ship. It was a perfect cylinder shape with a right-angled triangle tail fin on top at the back, lower down were two more. There was a small dome bridge section not far from the base of the top fin. Also atop every fin was a box shape with a single huge barrel stretching out from it. The front of the ship was hollowed in like a cone shape; its sides were ridged however like a flight of stairs leading inwards. There was a small slit on the left side of the ship, which looked like a docking bay. The light from the dying sun of the graveyard resembled the light a slowly setting sun on earth; it glinted and danced on the wreck, and its perfectly preserved prise. The dying light made it look almost too amazing to be real.
“Move in,” Soraka ordered, a moment later the ship was heading towards the wreck. We reached it a few moments later and Soraka stood up and gazed upon it. He opened his mouth to speak but just couldn’t find the words. I don’t think anyone could. A concerned deep voiced male Lizarian, who was sitting at the sensor terminal, abruptly and unpleasantly broke the silence.
“Sir massive power spike coming from the object!” he shouted.
“Could it be the prototype failing?” Soraka asked bewildered.
“No…It’s not the prototype, it’s coming from the ship” replied the professor.
“It’s hailing us,” the female said.
“Accept its request. It properly an automated message” Soraka replied. The sound of static, and a scrambled unidentifiable voice, spoke out then the channel closed.
“Move in with boarding frigates,” Soraka ordered. Moments later two oblong ships moved in. The ships had a small square bridge coming out of the top and three engines on the back, six curving fins came out of the back of the frigates too; it was armed with two missile bays built into its sides. The ships reached the wreck quickly, due to their powerful engines, light armour and few weapons.
“Docking port detected...moving in,” A Lizarian from the lead frigate said, as they moved inside the slit. There was silence for about five minutes then, suddenly, the ship lit up.
“Sir, power restored to the R.G.D and conventional drives are online,” the leader said clearly, over the communication channel. The ship slowly lifted from the wreck and moved over to us.
“Good let’s go home. Activate warp drive and head for Lizaria,” Soraka ordered. A large blue and white scar shape opened in front of us, both ships went through it.
“Sir! Drive multifunction detected, I’m locked out of the system!” a male said behind me. My vision went white.
I woke up some time later and looked around. Everyone had ether fallen asleep at their posts, or had flopped to the ground. Soraka was in front of me he twitched, opened his eyes and got up. Within a minute everyone was awake. I looked out of the window.
In front of us was a brown half sphere; it was full of lights and windows. Underneath it was a stretched circular portion, which had a large slit in it. I looked inside and saw some ships, but there were too far to get a decent look at them.
“Sir the main cannon weapon is charging we can’t stop it!” shouted the leader on the other ship; that was slightly in front to our left. Seconds later there was a blinding white beam coming from the ship; the beam hit the station causing several explosions. When the attack ceased half the station was breaking apart. The cannon fired again and the station exploded in a fiery display.
“The dive is back under control,” the female Lizarian said.
“Take us home…” Soraka said slowly and cautiously. We opened another scar shaped rift and headed through.
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Battleship Zakoro black box recording
01:59
Zilik station ruins
Six hours after the attack
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“Evidence of Ancestor weapons detected” a gruff voice said.
“Impossible the Ancestors are long gone,” said another contradicting the first.
“Lizarian rift drive use detected” added a third
“Lizarians wouldn’t know we are here,” replied the first
“Enough!” boomed a considerably more aggressive voice “The station has been destroyed. The Lizarians must be annihilated just liked their Ancestors prepare a full invasion force,”
“Yes General Rovok” many other voices said in union.
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