TANGLE OF EMOTIONS - UNRELENTING ACTION GUSHING REALISM

On the edge of the Milky Way galaxy is an insignificant blue planet in an equally irrelevant tiny solar system with a star that shines an average light out into the void of deep dark space. 

Creatures are said to abound on land rocked by earthquakes and awash with sea water pounding the shores. A biped race of primates - this is the only intelligent primate species in the universe - the preeminent life form that has built towering structures but destroys the planet with impunity.

Unknown to this ignorant race of primates on the threshold of either self-annihilation or enlightened advancement are two ancient civilizations the Tuok Empire ruling the Andromeda galaxy and the Zalon Kingdom democratically organizing the Milky Way galaxy.

The Tuok Empire is a homogeneous species dictatorship registered with the Universe of Galaxies as a parasitic reservation. All originally indigenous species of this Tuok ruled realm are now parasitically transformed into Tuok.

Little known to the tiny blue water planet isolated at the edge of the Zalon Kingdom is the desire of the Tuok Empire to expand their realm beyond their galactic boundaries. They will attempt to assimilate the primitive primates into their terror filled empire of horrors.

Will the humans survive as a species or will they perish being whisked away in a terrible transformation oblivion. This is the first story of humanities interaction with forces eons eviler and more benevolent than their fragile imaginings can conceive, on a seemingly secure sphere surrounded by darkness they await their destiny blinded by their naiveté.

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On those demon ships being hit by these free firing five hundred and seven saucers the energy of the Zalon Kingdom had finished cracking its whip; the metal was furiously dripping down on those Tuok destined to slide back to hell. A continuous stream of pure energy was flooding the skin of these paragons of evil with in purifying wash of disintegration. Vanishing into the cold of space one thousand Tuok war triangles were now gone.

The exposed Zalon saucers strained under the bolts of energy rushing up from the five-thousand-star canons that created an energy surge like a tsunami wave bashing against their shield ramparts. 

Oscillating past the hundred-star power barrier in an urgent attempt to keep the shields from caving in under this flood of energy the synthetic organisms on every Omega saucer were working furiously to stem the flood of destructive energy pounding their hulls. 

On about five hundred saucers cries of last regrets bounced out to a deaf space. General Xion thought that if his five hundred and seven reserve saucers now engaged in vaporizing about one thousand of the Tuok force didn’t come around and takeout that concentrated fire from those five-thousand-star canons on the planet’s surface soon a good portion of his force would disappear. 

Having so much Tuok firepower directed in a Hail Mary full energy surge was a serious spot to be in for his fleet on the receiving end.

“Commander, shield energy is feeding back to generation source. My calculations estimate we have at best three minutes before maximum energy output to the shields coupled with the inflow of the offensive energy merges into pushed feedback that will destroy this saucer.” This report delivered by the synthetic organism was spoken with the utmost precision even though this same system was simultaneously running multiple sub-units engaged in every conceivable task of protecting, and assessing the ever-changing environmental states both internal and external.

The holographic displays were showing red oscillating images of systems that were on the verge of total failure. Lower down the tactical display in the holographic tube to the right of General Xion the battle played out in a most unpleasant way. 

Every remaining saucer in the Zalon fleet was still pinned down in this energy vise coming from the Tuok war triangles and those star canons blasting from the surface of that blue planet.

The preeminent economic and military power in the universe builds the ultimate exploration vehicle, the Klidor, with multiple labs, living quarters for various species scientists of their realm, and even an onboard military base equipped with their latest war saucers for an adventure that will take them to the edge of the known universe - or so they think.

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Touching down at Revolution Square the sleek swept back shiny white shuttle from the Zalon Kingdom proudly glowed from its full throttle penetration of the atmosphere. 

The kingdom was well known throughout the universe for their advanced spacecraft. Even shuttle craft were works of art. Everything created by the kingdom was of the highest quality. 

Most spacecraft were produced by the Zalon home world system. Massive factories that shaped expressive creations from materials melded at the sub-atomic level could be found on most of the worlds in the system. 

This craft a product of Halor the preeminent shuttle manufacturers was a windowless design with beautiful flowing lines. It incorporated a newer very popular feature. The wings grew and retreated based upon need.

Hugging the fuselage the wings were already fusing back into the material until not a trace of them remained. On both sides of the tail fin was the Zalon Kingdom emblem of three diagonal purple lines.

Appearing from near the nose growing in diameter out of the white fuselage was an opening. From the hole poured an iridescent ramp of purple energy that touched the landing pad of the square. 

Qualfor and the delegation all bipeds effortlessly glided down the energy ramp until they were facing the nine representatives of the Spector Elon the administrative body of their trinary democratic fully representative government. 

Being a very social creature, the quadruped Spector’s didn’t have a single elected leader that was the head of an administrative branch. Their unique structure was composed of a fully elected administrative branch of two thousand Elors. Out of those Elors were internally elected nine Esms who were the official leaders of state. 

The other two branches of their government were more typical of most democracies with a separate legislative and judiciary whose members were also elected by the citizens of the Wirion Republic.

Meeting many species from diverse genetic springs members of the universal community of galaxies had long ago stopped noticing the appearance of those they encountered. It just didn’t register mentally. When you constantly come in contact with so many sentient specie forms that the great creator uniquely let spin forth from a multivariate genetic pool of evolution you no longer noticed the unimportant. 

What was important was the heart and soul of those who you conversed with, not how they looked. The essential gauge of whether a species was worth contacting was whether they embraced democracy. 

Without exception those races that the Zalon Kingdom had good relations with were democracies regardless of how grotesque some of them appeared.

Bending his back and extending both hands Qualfor grasped the two front paws of the most senior Esm. Letting his internal crystal handle the complex combination of growls Qualfor’s reasoned thoughts along with the intelligent crystal produced: “Greetings Senior Esm Jki from all the citizens of the Zalon Kingdom. My name is Qualfor the captain of the intergalactic scientific ship Klidor. We are very pleased to be your honored guests for dinner. To my right are Frecn and Eern from the Mourio system of our kingdom.”

When a civilization dies, does it implode due to extreme injustice and inequity or wither slowly on the vine of susceptibility?

A human expedition travels to a fabled planet many hundreds of years later. Reaching the capital city of this long dead galactic power out near the limits of the explored universe, they are shocked to find an energy source emanating deep below the surface of the planet. Intrigued, they take their shuttle craft to explore the ruins of the long dead capital city only to find a gigantic black hole that had devoured the city center.

“What in god’s name happened here?”  In shocked disbelief the explorers just stared at the holographic image. It painted a horror in fine detail. The inhabitants of this once proud world took a crushing blow from a weapon that possessed a destructive force outside the fathomable – it must have been a beast – an unleashed demon. Oddly, one quarter of the city remained intact without the slightest trace of a conflict. Pristine towers were like sentinels, dark with no light, watching, and waiting.

Saldora explores the fictional decline of a galactic empire that ignored its citizenry in favor of cutting deals that enriched those connected to government, lobbyist greased businesses, and rich elites. Decadence, rampant drug addiction to the sexual psychedelic stimulant Saldora, and a feeling among the general citizenry of being disregarded, disconnected, dishonored, and ignored by their government eventually leads to a civil war. Emerging slowing from the disenfranchised ranks of the ignored, war gradually engulfs the entire galaxy in destruction and leads to a slow drift towards isolation and anarchy.

The reader is taken on a whirlwind tour of events, from the perspective of everyday citizens forced to live in a crumbling and dishonest cesspool of distrust. Most are helpless observers, only focused on their survival as their once great galaxy, the omnipotent political, economic, and military galactic power dissolves away leaving them to live precarious lives on disconnected planetary systems fending for themselves in a newly evolving order.

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“In order to escape this gulag, we’ll have to find some way to stow away on a foreign freighter. Next time we meet here we should have formulated a plan. We’ll implement our plan during the week after our next encounter.”

“We’ll come up with a plan to blast far from here to a place where we may be masters of our own lives.”

Getting up, they put on their prison uniforms, the formless sacks, placing them over their slender well-formed bodies. Kissing each other they proceeded to climb up the sand embankment and at the top Carrid looking around signaled to Lynno that they could make it back to the campus without being seen.

Safely back they walked their separate ways to their respective sleeping quarters without acknowledging that they even knew each other.

Feeling on top of the world Carrid and Lynno let their golden dream of love transcend their bleak surroundings. No matter how bad the day was they knew that they’d soon flee. They still didn’t know how they’d talk a shipper into letting them stow away on her vessel.

Approaching a few of the shippers that they’d filled orders for in the past they couldn’t find a single transporter that would let them stowaway. Shippers feared the loss of their ship for violation of RRR of the Boriond Planetary Code. 

The Section of the Code was pretty financially dire: “Any citizen of Boriond without the necessary Exit Papers found on a shipping/transport vehicle places the transporter of said spacecraft in violation of RRR. The penalty for transporting an illegal on said transport is the confiscation of the spacecraft and its cargo by the Boriond Planetary government.”

It shortly became apparent in their coded conversations that their grand dream of escaping would never come true.

Hope is a wonderful intoxicant that stirs up visions of elation that very seldom, if ever, have any chance of being realized. Most of the universe is a bent, twisted, a nasty place with little room for optimism or other pleasantries – wickedness typically reigns supreme.

Making eye contact with Lynno for the last time Carrid felt her love reaching out to him. A pain filled smile appeared on her sad face. 

Feeling the long needle break through his skull Carrid’s last glimpse of Lynno was of her lips forming the words, “I’ll love you always.” 

Just before he permanently lost his self-awareness Carrid looking into Lynno’s brown eyes for the last time moved his lips to say, “We will meet beyond this hell.

Good-by my love.”