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Rise of the Empire - Chapter 1Chapter 1 The Night They Arrived
1986, Late Autumn, Germany
Hm? A sound... A fall? But, from where?
A young woman, rather still a teenage girl looked up from her desk. She looked around irritated in her room, not able to bring anything in connection to the sound that made her jump up from her...
Oh, right, she thought, vocabulary test, next week. She must have fallen asleep over her text books.
School books, pencils and notebook papers covered the desktop in front of her. A can with soda standing rather risky near an edge of the table was the only none strictly school related item there.
Now was the moment as Angela noticed how bright the desk light was...out of sudden? But, oh no, it was already dark outside, the streets outside her rooms window were in calm darkness, only enlightened by a few far away windows of houses down the street that still did show life and light, some street lamp posts and of course the stars
Rise of the Empire - Prologue1988, August 7th; in an orbit position over the Saturn moon Rhea.
if only for once, things would go according to plans would that be too much to ask for?
The question remained unanswered, hanging like a distant thunder storm cloud over the cruisers central command. Crewmen as well as officers avoided looking up, in what seems like a coordinated reaction.
It is an old law, rather a subconscious instinct to feel better of when not starting a discussion with someone who has abilities or skills unimaginable to be acquired for one self.
This unwritten law hasnt lost its meaning yet and not even for the mostly Neo-Terran crew of the space ship, although almost six whole millennia and enhanced genetic sciences separated them from the Humans of the present time.
One of those present-dayss Humans, also described as Terrans, was the source of the angry shout-out.
Rayna Filipeva Dobreva didnt seem to notice the reactions to her outburst or
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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