Ok, I've got people who are nice enough to tell me they would read a
prequel. Now I meant to say sequel, but it is kinds a prequel, it's a
sequel and a prequel all at the same time, anyway, I know I'm confusing the
hell out of everyone and I'm not even done with this story. But once I'm
done with this one you will understand the whole prequel/sequel thing,
hopefully
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No one saw Alex after his Nanny took him aboard the flag ship. In fact none of the crew had seen much of any of the Drago Catsoph. Dylan had met with Kala for over 4 hours and finally they agreed on a mutual alliance. It wasn't all that Dylan had hoped for, but for nietzscheans it was good enough. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Hopefully.
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Beka didn't trust them; of course she didn't trust any nietzschean. They may say that they will make for the greater good, but in a pinch they would be gone in a heart beat to save their own skin. Beka knew this from experience. Not only had Tyr betrayed her, but her own mother. When push came to shove and Uncle Sid and her father had thrown the family into a life or death situation, Beka's mother did the Nietzschean thing, she ran. She left Beka, who was but 4 years old, Rafe, and her father to save her own skin. She could always have more children, right?
Beka had been lucky. She was born without bone blades, and it was easy to hide her nietzschean half. When she was younger she had spent 2 years earnings to have a genetic transmitter planted in her body to cover up the hybrid genes. Not even Andromeda knew the difference. Even Tyr didn't know, which thinking back on it, probably was a good thing. But Beka would never again trust a Nietzschean, no matter who they were. Which was why she couldn't understand Dylan wanting to keep Anjel and Tamerlane on board.
"They're Nietzscheans. As soon as they find a way to, their going to exploit us. Dylan."
Dylan only folded his hands on his desk and looked down. "They don't have a place to go, and they haven't done a thing to make us believe that they would hurt you, me, or any of the crew."
"Neither did Tyr."
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Tamerlane walked aboard the flag ship with a certain sense of dignity. He was after all the genetic reincarnation of the First Nietzschean, and even if the Coalition did not believe that Tyr would unite the prides, they were slow to let go of their prophecies. Not to mention he was a strong, fertile male who was favored by most of the Coalition alphas.
The guards saluted him, even though in truth they were not supposed to salute anyone but an alpha of their pride. He did not require an invitation to enter Kala's private chambers, where she sat with a liquor of some sort in one hand, and a very big very nasty looking blade in the other.
Kala's eyes brightened as he entered the room. He smiled and bowed humbly. "Greetings, powerful Female."
"Hello, fertile Male." They were both great complements among the Nietzscheans, and were only spoken to the highest and most respected.
Tamerlane stepped forward and handed a plexi to the High Alpha. Kala, expecting to read some sort of schematics of the Andromeda, or its internal defense, was surprised to see:
Fairy, thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab; And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and loff; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there
Tamerlane smiled at his lady's confusion. "It is a Midsummer Nights Dream. Shakespeare, an ancient earth poet. Alexander and Anjelicia have been reading it for some time now; she wished that I bring to it to you to give to him. He really does enjoy it my lady."
Kala smiled quaintly and placed the plexi aside, when concentrated back on the young Nietzschean in front of her. "Have you examined the crew?"
"Yes, the famed Captain Dylan Hunt. The officers are a rag tag bunch, consisting of mostly humans, and this creature," He handed her another plexi with Trance in her purple and gold phase, "known as Trance Gemini."
Kala gasped, "The way finder."
Tamerlane nodded. "Yes she is the Way finder, and she has proven this to me and my wife vividly."
Kala stood, speaking rapidly, "Do you know what she can do Anasazi?" (Tammers cringed at the name.) "This creature has the power to channel the Abyss. Do you know what she could do for the nietzscheans? We could control the Magog swarms; she could restore the Nietzschean prides to everything they were."
She walked closer to Tamerlane, who only remained where he was and looked forward. She whispered, "I believe that this is your chance to unite the Prides, Tamerlane. The prophecies tell of the reincarnate, but not how he will save us. Use the Way finder, harness the Abyss, and make your nietzschean brethren stronger." She stepped to the other side of him, "Think of it Tamerlane: you would be the alpha of every pride, millions of nietzscheans at your becking call. You would be king of the strongest army in the galaxies. Hundreds of wives could carry your children; your lineage would spread across the galaxies."
Tamerlane smiled; he knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted him to Kidnap the Way finder for her, and force her to channel the abyss through him. Tamerlane would die of course, and Kala would be left with the magog at her whims.
"My alpha, you know the Way finder cannot open the channel without the Beacon."
Kala stepped away and frowned, "Yes, the beacon. The one who can call the abyss to themselves, and with the Way finder, can navigate it." She whirled around at Tammers, but the look in her eyes was not calm or seductive any longer. "Have you ever wondered Tamerlane, why it is that the abyss takes you so much? Why is it that you cannot stay in one place or time for long because the Abyss will hurtle you into another? I have noticed that this never happened when you were a child, say, before you met Anjelicia."
Tamerlane tensed, but was able to control it before his body gave it away. He smiled and turned to her, "I am sorry alpha, but I do not follow your train of thought."
Kala became furious with this, "You know Kodiak. Your wife is the beacon. She has the power to make you great." she turned and picked up the blade. "Tamerlane, if you do not use her, I will." And with that she lunged.
Tamerlane was ready; he had seen this tactic before, or rather would, when he encountered Alexander 13 years ago. He extended his bone blades, and reaching for his own blade while casually stepping out of Kala's way. He grabbed her wrist and did exactly like his father had taught him; cut, cut, disarm, trip, but he did not finish it. He knelt over the woman with his knife laid across her throat.
Tamerlane had inherited many things from his father, including Tyr's menacing, yet calm expressions. He pressed the blade against her skin, "You will never touch my wife or the Way finder. If you do I will not only kill you, but your son, and your entire pride as well. Now I will take our money, and you will leave. You have no further business here."
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Anjel was still very hurt, and very tired, but she couldn't get to sleep. She had walked out to the Dovolo, where she slept. Andromeda had given her a very nice guest room, but it just didn't feel right. So while Tamerlane had gone to Kala to give her some of Alex's things, Anjel had walked, (walked, not hobbled or limped. Because if a nietzschean saw another nietzschean injured or sickly, it was in their nature to harm and eradicate them. What a wonderful loving species she was part of.) down the corridors to the hydroponics where she knew she would fine Trance.
She was stopped on the way when she ran into Harper, literally. He was scurrying around, obviously trying to hide something and ran strait into her. He fell, and then quickly scampered back to his feet and started to back away.
Anjel crooked an eyebrow, "Are you alright?"
Harper was out of breath and a little shaky, "Uh, yeah ,yeah, just getting a little exercise, getting the heart going." he checked an imaginary watch, "hey I'm behind schedule. I'll see OW-"
Harper jumped as something shocked him in his pocket. Anjel laughed, finally understanding why he was so jumpy.
"Yeah, no you probably should have stolen a Widget. They don't shock you when you try and take them from their home."
Harper smile sheepishly as he tried to get the Weeble under control. "Good to know, next time ill be sure to do that." he said in his all too sarcastic voice.
Anjel only laughed and continued to the hydroponics. She called back "Have fun inventing them." before Harper was out of sight.
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No one saw Alex after his Nanny took him aboard the flag ship. In fact none of the crew had seen much of any of the Drago Catsoph. Dylan had met with Kala for over 4 hours and finally they agreed on a mutual alliance. It wasn't all that Dylan had hoped for, but for nietzscheans it was good enough. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Hopefully.
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Beka didn't trust them; of course she didn't trust any nietzschean. They may say that they will make for the greater good, but in a pinch they would be gone in a heart beat to save their own skin. Beka knew this from experience. Not only had Tyr betrayed her, but her own mother. When push came to shove and Uncle Sid and her father had thrown the family into a life or death situation, Beka's mother did the Nietzschean thing, she ran. She left Beka, who was but 4 years old, Rafe, and her father to save her own skin. She could always have more children, right?
Beka had been lucky. She was born without bone blades, and it was easy to hide her nietzschean half. When she was younger she had spent 2 years earnings to have a genetic transmitter planted in her body to cover up the hybrid genes. Not even Andromeda knew the difference. Even Tyr didn't know, which thinking back on it, probably was a good thing. But Beka would never again trust a Nietzschean, no matter who they were. Which was why she couldn't understand Dylan wanting to keep Anjel and Tamerlane on board.
"They're Nietzscheans. As soon as they find a way to, their going to exploit us. Dylan."
Dylan only folded his hands on his desk and looked down. "They don't have a place to go, and they haven't done a thing to make us believe that they would hurt you, me, or any of the crew."
"Neither did Tyr."
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Tamerlane walked aboard the flag ship with a certain sense of dignity. He was after all the genetic reincarnation of the First Nietzschean, and even if the Coalition did not believe that Tyr would unite the prides, they were slow to let go of their prophecies. Not to mention he was a strong, fertile male who was favored by most of the Coalition alphas.
The guards saluted him, even though in truth they were not supposed to salute anyone but an alpha of their pride. He did not require an invitation to enter Kala's private chambers, where she sat with a liquor of some sort in one hand, and a very big very nasty looking blade in the other.
Kala's eyes brightened as he entered the room. He smiled and bowed humbly. "Greetings, powerful Female."
"Hello, fertile Male." They were both great complements among the Nietzscheans, and were only spoken to the highest and most respected.
Tamerlane stepped forward and handed a plexi to the High Alpha. Kala, expecting to read some sort of schematics of the Andromeda, or its internal defense, was surprised to see:
Fairy, thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab; And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and loff; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there
Tamerlane smiled at his lady's confusion. "It is a Midsummer Nights Dream. Shakespeare, an ancient earth poet. Alexander and Anjelicia have been reading it for some time now; she wished that I bring to it to you to give to him. He really does enjoy it my lady."
Kala smiled quaintly and placed the plexi aside, when concentrated back on the young Nietzschean in front of her. "Have you examined the crew?"
"Yes, the famed Captain Dylan Hunt. The officers are a rag tag bunch, consisting of mostly humans, and this creature," He handed her another plexi with Trance in her purple and gold phase, "known as Trance Gemini."
Kala gasped, "The way finder."
Tamerlane nodded. "Yes she is the Way finder, and she has proven this to me and my wife vividly."
Kala stood, speaking rapidly, "Do you know what she can do Anasazi?" (Tammers cringed at the name.) "This creature has the power to channel the Abyss. Do you know what she could do for the nietzscheans? We could control the Magog swarms; she could restore the Nietzschean prides to everything they were."
She walked closer to Tamerlane, who only remained where he was and looked forward. She whispered, "I believe that this is your chance to unite the Prides, Tamerlane. The prophecies tell of the reincarnate, but not how he will save us. Use the Way finder, harness the Abyss, and make your nietzschean brethren stronger." She stepped to the other side of him, "Think of it Tamerlane: you would be the alpha of every pride, millions of nietzscheans at your becking call. You would be king of the strongest army in the galaxies. Hundreds of wives could carry your children; your lineage would spread across the galaxies."
Tamerlane smiled; he knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted him to Kidnap the Way finder for her, and force her to channel the abyss through him. Tamerlane would die of course, and Kala would be left with the magog at her whims.
"My alpha, you know the Way finder cannot open the channel without the Beacon."
Kala stepped away and frowned, "Yes, the beacon. The one who can call the abyss to themselves, and with the Way finder, can navigate it." She whirled around at Tammers, but the look in her eyes was not calm or seductive any longer. "Have you ever wondered Tamerlane, why it is that the abyss takes you so much? Why is it that you cannot stay in one place or time for long because the Abyss will hurtle you into another? I have noticed that this never happened when you were a child, say, before you met Anjelicia."
Tamerlane tensed, but was able to control it before his body gave it away. He smiled and turned to her, "I am sorry alpha, but I do not follow your train of thought."
Kala became furious with this, "You know Kodiak. Your wife is the beacon. She has the power to make you great." she turned and picked up the blade. "Tamerlane, if you do not use her, I will." And with that she lunged.
Tamerlane was ready; he had seen this tactic before, or rather would, when he encountered Alexander 13 years ago. He extended his bone blades, and reaching for his own blade while casually stepping out of Kala's way. He grabbed her wrist and did exactly like his father had taught him; cut, cut, disarm, trip, but he did not finish it. He knelt over the woman with his knife laid across her throat.
Tamerlane had inherited many things from his father, including Tyr's menacing, yet calm expressions. He pressed the blade against her skin, "You will never touch my wife or the Way finder. If you do I will not only kill you, but your son, and your entire pride as well. Now I will take our money, and you will leave. You have no further business here."
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Anjel was still very hurt, and very tired, but she couldn't get to sleep. She had walked out to the Dovolo, where she slept. Andromeda had given her a very nice guest room, but it just didn't feel right. So while Tamerlane had gone to Kala to give her some of Alex's things, Anjel had walked, (walked, not hobbled or limped. Because if a nietzschean saw another nietzschean injured or sickly, it was in their nature to harm and eradicate them. What a wonderful loving species she was part of.) down the corridors to the hydroponics where she knew she would fine Trance.
She was stopped on the way when she ran into Harper, literally. He was scurrying around, obviously trying to hide something and ran strait into her. He fell, and then quickly scampered back to his feet and started to back away.
Anjel crooked an eyebrow, "Are you alright?"
Harper was out of breath and a little shaky, "Uh, yeah ,yeah, just getting a little exercise, getting the heart going." he checked an imaginary watch, "hey I'm behind schedule. I'll see OW-"
Harper jumped as something shocked him in his pocket. Anjel laughed, finally understanding why he was so jumpy.
"Yeah, no you probably should have stolen a Widget. They don't shock you when you try and take them from their home."
Harper smile sheepishly as he tried to get the Weeble under control. "Good to know, next time ill be sure to do that." he said in his all too sarcastic voice.
Anjel only laughed and continued to the hydroponics. She called back "Have fun inventing them." before Harper was out of sight.
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