Sundeelia – Thoughts on the Solstice
Editor’s Note: This piece is longer than most of my recent posts, containing one of my recent stories from my “memoirs” of the Orion Wars.
A few months have passed since I last posted any of my own writings here on Blue Dragon Journal. I would imagine some of my long-term readers were beginning to wonder if I was “missing in action”. Well, I’m here to tell you everything is “fine”.
Since I embarked sometime last summer on my primary project of writing my memoirs of the Orion Wars, I’ve been busy writing chapters and stories from five different lifetimes, two in Sirius A, two in the Pleiades, and one in a totally unexpected place… From one lifetime alone, that of Raphael DeAires Kantor, I have written at least 15 chapters covering the period of his childhood and into young adulthood, where he finally became a Line Commander on a Pleiadian mothership. These chapters are much longer than the ones I wrote earlier about Lord Delos, Head Commander of the Sirian Fleet. Some of the chapters are up to 25 pages in length with a lot more detail, conversations, and explanations of our way of life and what we were confronting as upper 4D humans in the early days of the Orion Wars. These chapters will be eventually part of a book about the Orion Wars from my perspective as a Sirian and then later as a Pleiadian. It is certainly not the entirety of the wars, as they played out within all the major constellations within this quadrant of creation.
At the time of the early days of these wars, our people were not as highly evolved as they are today. Our space fleet wasn’t as sophisticated and advanced and we had to scramble to defend our airspace, having thousands of isles (planets) of various size, large and small, to defend. Our population was also varied, from Elementals to Angelic Humans, Felines, sentient Dolphins, Crystallines, etc. As the wars progressed we were aided by our allies, the Sirians and Ashtarians, Arcturians, and other star races later in the conflict. Eventually, we realized that we needed to raise our frequency levels in order to no longer be susceptible to the physical invasion of our star system. Today, all Pleiadian isles resonate somewhere within 5D and higher.
After the people of the Sirian star system succeeded in protecting its space by initiating the great Shield (see Remembrance: In a Pool of Light), the Sirian Fleet at times assisted us in defending Pleiadian space. With that in mind, young Tazo Gia, who was born into his third Sirian incarnation some two years after the death of Lord Delos, shows up in some of the stories. It is an interesting thing to realize that someone who is over 30 years your senior, is actually your grandson from another life… which is exactly what happened to Raphael and Tazo. Raphael Kantor was the second reincarnation of Lord Delos since his death in battle (see the Remembrance series for that lifetime). During the three lifetimes these two soulmates shared, they were twin brothers, brothers, and then grandson/grandfather. Thus we all play many roles, with our lifestreams weaving a great braid across the time spirals. Today, Tazo is incarnated as my eldest Pleiadian sister, Tazjma Amariah Kumara VaCoupe.
The process by which I write these stories is very interesting. It is entirely unscripted. Sometimes I will catch a glimpse, a vision, or a download of what is to be covered, but I am often surprised by what emerges from my fingers. There are many tears when I hit on a particularly poignant or difficult remembrance, which has come to indicate to me that I’m “on target” in seeing and thus being able to release these ancient and long-suppressed emotional traumas. If any of you are endeavoring to do this kind of work yourself, allow the tears to come and remember to breathe. Use the Violet Flame to dissolve any old stuck energy and then transmute and transform the energies so they align with your soul’s divine blueprint.
Those of you who are acquainted with shamanic practices will recognize what I am doing is a complicated kind of shamanic soul retrieval. I have had more than one lifetime spent as a shaman, including one of my Pleiadian lifetimes, of which I have yet to write. I do this work to clear and repair the damage done to my light body during these difficult incarnations so I might advance in my own soul evolution. Being here on Earth in the midst of the Belial energies (that is what Dark Team consists of – misaligned negative low-frequency energies that attack the Light) motives me to write about my experiences. I have seen many parallels to what I experienced thousands of years ago in the Pleiades to what is happening during these latter days of Belial control of this planet.
In my life as Raphael DeAires Kantor, I was subjected to being kidnapped and held as a slave for an entire decade. I know the frequency of the Dark very well. Somehow I survived and went on to a more normal life, but it took a lot of struggle and hard work on my part to overcome the severe post-traumatic stress occasioned by the abuse I suffered as a child. Those who have been imprisoned, tortured, raped, and abused by members of the dark pedophilic underground that still exists on this planet will know of what I speak. Some people never overcome their programming, abuse and end up committing suicide. I chose to live – I lived a full long life, married, had children, and two successive careers, serving in the Command and then as a ship designer, utilizing the lessons I had learned while resisting the attempts of the dark to break my spirit as a young child.
For now, I will not be publishing in full the stories of my Pleiadian lifetimes. They have far more detail than the previous Sirian stories I have already published – which will also be further embellished upon when I am ready to immerse myself again within the world of Lord Delos. I am, however, posting along with this article, one of my stories of Raphael DeAires Kantor, who was by this time newly mated to his soul mate, Lady Julia Kadish (a reincarnation of Lady Anya from Sirius A), recently commissioned as a Line Commander (the rank I hold today on board The White Winds) and working under Lord Esturias VaCoupe, his foster brother and Head Commander of the battleship, The Golden Bee. The story is called “Engagement” and is set in space above the planet of BerWare, which is a real place, one of the tribal Pleiadian isles.
For those who might wonder, I am not publishing these stories on the web now as there are stories that still must be interwoven into my own tale, as I am finding myself coming into contact with some of the players I have encountered during the writing of these stories. Some of these people have become members of my star family today. Some are my Eagles, some are Family and others are long-time acquaintances and valued friends who still live and thrive in the Sirian star system, Venus, and in the Pleiades. There are also some aspects of my past lives which I am not quite ready to work through, but I recognize I will be guided to do so by my unseen but felt mentors who are assisting me through this process. I work with my Higher Self, the Archangelic Being known as the Recording Angel who works from Beljium in the upper Orion constellation, my Eagles, Lady Claudine, and many others.
And so here is “Engagement”, a story from my second life as a Pleiadian:
Line Cmdr. DeAires – “Engagement”
The Golden Bee and her new fleet of 15 battleships soon reached the closest mothership, The Golden Falcon, who was actively engaged with fighting a squadron of enemy destroyers. Before the Bee had gone into hyperdrive, Cmdr. Esturias requested Intel from the Communications Station, or more precisely, from Line Cmdr. DeAires. The new Line Commander, along with his superior officer, Cmdr. Kadish was ordered to report directly to Cmdr. Esturias with any data on the whereabouts of the nearest mothership. DeAires discovered the location of The Golden Falcon to be near the Isle of BerWare, another semi-nomadic isle similar to his native Morova. His findings were verified via instrumentation and communication between the Mother Crystals of the ships. The Golden Bee was now en route to that coordinate, located off the northern part of the isle.
DeAires, as Raphael was known now, found himself extremely busy and in demand by his new commanding officer, Cmdr. Esturias. If he could be any judge of a man he barely knew, he would say that in Esturias truly lived the heart and soul of a Commander, very similar in many ways to how he had been as Cmdr. Delos. He felt the intensity like a flame emanating off of Esturias and began to understand why the men who had worked under him were so loyal. The intensity of spirit came from a deep love for the people, all the people, his men who served with him and the people of the Pleiadian Star Nation. DeAires understood that love – he had felt it as Delos in his love for the Sirian people — and surrendered to it, becoming dedicated to doing his utmost to give the Commander what he needed, when he needed it.
With his unusual talents and skills, DeAires concentrated on interpreting the data received from a variety of sources; from the Mother Crystals, from the isles and stars of the system, from the distant viewings of his crew in the Communications Station, as well as the standard instrumentation and observations received from ships in the area of space where they were heading. Communications via ship to ship were sketchy due to the fighting; all crews were heavily engaged, even as they would soon be as they emerged upon the battlefield. DeAires felt his body begin to tighten up as he discerned a rise in the level of low-frequency readings in the vicinity of BerWare, so he directed the attention of Cmdr. Esturias towards that particular isle. And so, Cmdr. Esturias took a chance on the recommendation of this unusual Line Commander who had been “enlisted” at the last moment by “chance”. Who knows the workings of Heaven?
The new ships were capable of folding space, which meant they could move from one end of the star system to the other in minutes, yet Cmdr. Esturias wanted to use some caution during the final approach as he was not clear what he and his fleet were getting into, although the findings of the new line commander gave him an idea. So, the ships came out of hyperspace a few clicks from their destination. And the alarms started going off…
As Cmdr. Esturias stood on the bridge, staring at the huge screen at the space in front of the prow of their ship he was astounded. In all his many years, decades, and even centuries of service in the Command, he had never witnessed such a scene. The drifting hulls of ships were cluttering up space, so the new ships had to carefully maneuver around the obstacles. Obviously, they had emerged onto the scene of a recent space battle. The monitoring station checked for life signs; there were none. It was complete and utter devastation before them.
“Scan enlarge! I want to see the names of those ships!” demanded Esturias, striding closer to the screen. The scene focused on one of the nearby drifting ships… it wasn’t registered to the Command; it was a trading vessel. A scan of the others showed that an entire fleet of trading vessels had been destroyed. The head commander felt sick; innocent and helpless trading vessels and crews were being destroyed. This was an attack against the commerce, the livelihood of the isles… and intentional, he was sure of it.
Sitting in his station in the Communication room, Raphael could feel his commander’s revulsion at the sight before them. And it would only get worse. Raphael was beginning to see visions once more. He didn’t let himself get overpowered by them, but what he was seeing sickened him. The attacks were getting bigger, more violent, and extreme. He went to speak to his commanding officer, Cmdr. Kadish, “Sir…I’m having visions once more; I need to speak with Commander Esturias right away…”
“I’m here, DeAires, behind you!”
The tall dark-haired commander had come up behind Raphael even as the boy was striving to hold himself together under the impact of what he was seeing. Esturias saw how pale Raphael looked under his tanned skin and helped him to a chair within the Specialty Commander’s office. Raphael crumbled down into the chair, holding his head in his hands; he couldn’t speak for a moment. Esturias was impatient and shook his shoulder, “DeAires, report! What are you seeing?”
Raphael’s voice was hollow with grief when he finally mastered his voice, again… “Destruction… death… everywhere!”
“Pull yourself out of it, man,” ordered Esturias, “Show me!”
Raphael reached up and took the hand of his commander officer and released his vision in a flow of images. Esturias felt the surge of the vision as it flowed through his consciousness; it was overwhelming. Yet, he knew they needed to go forward and join the fight. He stood up, towering over Raphael, “Come on, young man… you need to get back to your analysis. Kadish, would you mind getting DeAires some juice?”
Kadish left the room, quite aware that Esturias wanted to speak to DeAires alone for a few minutes. The specialty commander felt bypassed by his subordinate, but there wasn’t anything he could do at the moment – the gifts of that strange young man were needed now. The commander shrugged… they were needed now, but how about later?
Esturias knew he didn’t have much time, so he shook Raphael’s shoulder, again, “Come back, DeAries… what are you seeing? Past, present, or the future?”
“Future…” gasped DeAires, as he realized that visions were timeless; the scene he had just witnessed wasn’t necessarily in the Now; there was a chance they could prevent that particular timeline from playing out. He looked up into the dark blue eyes of his commanding officer, so like those of his foster father, Lord VaCoupe. “Sir… it was the future; I’m sure of it – we can prevent this if we act now!”
“I agree – oh, thank you, Kadish,” said Esturias, facing the returning specialty commander and taking the juice from his hands. “Thank you for getting this – now, DeAires… drink this up and get back to your station!”
Feeling his immediate superior eyeing him, Raphael kept his head down and obediently drank down the liquid. Then he stood carefully, still feeling a bit wobbly, saluted, and quietly left the room, leaving the two commanders staring at each other. Esturias growled in a low voice, “You WILL inform me immediately when that young man has anything to share!”
“Yes, sir!” replied Kadish, somewhat reluctantly. He watched as Esturias left abruptly and knew that he was treading dangerous ground by consciously attempting to interfere with his commander’s swiftly increasing reliance on the data that DeAires collected through his rather unorthodox methods. He also couldn’t quite admit that he was jealous of his inferior officer, but was attempting to project the blame onto DeAires for being unstable and incompetent. It wasn’t working; the boy was brilliant, a fact that became more self-evident every day that passed during this cursed voyage.
Shortly thereafter, Commander Kantor found himself summoned to the office of the Head Commander. He was summarily ushered in by Paulus, who was looking rather grim. As Ezekiel walked in, Commander Esturias glanced up and said, “Sit down, Kantor.”
Esturias studied the broad open features of the powerful Eagle, features that were echoed in his younger brother but to a lesser degree. Raphael was slightly shorter and much less bulky in his build – not the making of an Eagle, but something quite different. The Commander was blunt and wanted answers, so he plunged in, “You know something about the one whom you call “brother”. He is very different from you. Why?”
Kantor didn’t look at all intimidated by his superior officer, but asked a question in return: “Didn’t your Father share with you what makes Raphael DeAires so different?”
“Apparently not, Kantor”, snapped Esturias. “Explain –“
Kantor looked at his commander and replied, “One of the people to whom I entrusted this knowledge betrayed the lad, almost to death. If you do, I will come after you, personally…sir.”
Esturias was astonished…and intrigued; clearly, DeAires had a secret that few knew and Kantor was intent on keeping it that way. “Is that a threat, Kantor – against a superior officer?”
“Take it any way you want, sir,” replied Ezekiel. “I’ll resign my commission, my place in the Eagles to protect that boy!”
“Which means my father does know DeAires’ secret, doesn’t he?” Kantor nodded.
“Which is why DeAires’ is guarded, day and night?” Another nod was all Esturias received from Kantor.
Frustrated, realizing he had to be on the command deck soon, he snapped, again, “Then tell me; I swear on everything I hold sacred that I will do my best to keep that boy safe – but the rest of my crew and the fleet matters, too!”
“Okay, sir – I’ll keep you at your word because of your Father, Lord VaCoupe,” Kantor replied in a low voice, “but do NOT share this with your men!”
Esturias nodded in agreement. Kantor continued, “You are aware that Raphael… DeAires was Lord Delos in a past life?”
“Yes – that is one thing my Father did share with me,” replied Esturias.
“Well – what makes this boy so special, unique… different than other men, because he is different than other men.” Kantor was staring at the wall behind the commander’s desk, almost like he was seeing a vision like his brother, but one of passing beauty and poignancy. He stood up and approached the side of the commander’s desk, “May I, sir? It’s easier if I just give you the vision that I was given one day long ago by a beautiful Priestess…”
Reluctantly, but brimming over with curiosity, Esturias nodded. Kantor rested his large hand lightly on his senior officer’s shoulder and the vision began to flow:
All around her was white; the light of the sun, the walls, and the flowers sprayed across the wall, the garden steps…her dress. She was very tall and slender; a dress of shimmery white silk flowed down her exquisite form to pool on the ground at her feet. She had tiny silver sandals on her white feet. Her wavy white blonde hair flowed down her back, held back by hairpins decorated with tiny silver flowers. Around her long slender neck, there was a delicate necklace of white gold and diamonds. She was a vision of great, yet delicate beauty and entirely female in her essence. Silver anklets covered with tiny bells twinkled whenever she moved across the garden.
As she lifted up a white rose to smell its fragrance, she listened within… a Voice spoke quietly… there will come a child, a boy who will be born of your essence. You will be his mother, and yet unlike most children, he will be a part of your essence in male form. As a Priestess of the White Ray, you still require a balancing of your feminine and male polarities. Carrying with him a fragment of your essence his lifetimes will bring forth the needed balance with your Higher Presence. As he succeeds in his missions, you will collectively soar higher in your soul evolution. Eventually, his essence will choose to reblend with yours but he will choose the timeline for this… and We see that by this last lifetime as a separate entity the balance will be accomplished fully and the child, the soul fragment will return to you in a female form… Before that time comes, you and your Twin Flame will act as guides and mentors for this one who, we see, will be walking through perilous times ahead… in another quadrant of Creation.
Kantor pulled out of the meld, withdrawing his hand and stepping back from the desk. “There, sir… is why Raphael… DeAires is so special; he carries the essence of an Archangelic Being within him, a female, which makes him more sensitive than most males could conceive.” Then he stated in a low voice, “And I gave my word to the White Lady that I would protect him until the time when he would reblend with his Higher Self.”
“Well, Kantor, it would appear that both you and your brother carry heavy burdens,” replied Esturias, thoughtfully. “I begin to understand the mystery that your brother seems to be with his strange, unorthodox gifts.”
“Well, sir,” replied Kantor, “His “gifts” aren’t that unusual to the Shamans of my home planet, Morova. I’ve heard that the Head Shaman, Lady Chokama, wanted DeAires for herself after she met him. It was a couple of days after a very wounded, shy boy who had just been rescued from slavers… yet this “boy” was able to “talk” to Alcyone itself. I walked in on his meditation; he was glowing with a golden radiance. It was quite extraordinary and I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself. Raphael then “showed” me his vision. I just about fell over in shock, sir.”
“Ah…then we won’t make the mistake of underestimating your brother and his gifts,” replied Esturias. “I will have to watch his senior officer Kadish, however. The man is jealous of this brother of yours.”
“Sir, leave it to the Eagles… we’ll keep Kadish off of DeAires!” growled Kantor.
Esturias shuddered as he gazed on those massive fists, “Gently, sirrah! I need ALL of my officers on this voyage!”
“Aye, sir,” replied Kantor, saluting.
“And now I must be getting back to the Command Post. We’re about to go into battle!”
The calculations and information presented by Line Commander DeAires proved highly accurate. The Golden Bee received an urgent plea for assistance, gave the coordinates and then broke off. Immediately, Cmdr. Esturias ordered the Operational Commander to put in the coordinates and set the course via hyperspace. The ship came out of hyperspace cloaked as an extra precaution, as Esturias didn’t know what they were getting into just yet. The other ships had received similar orders and appeared on screens, but were not visible to the enemy ships that were hounding the great mothership, The Golden Falcon.
In a move of which Delos would have approved, Esturias had his 15 ships position themselves around the perimeter of the enemy ships, weapons set and locked, and uncloaked simultaneously, firing at the enemy ships and taking them by complete surprise. Although slightly outnumbered, the Pleiadian vessels made short work of the enemy fleet, with their superior weaponry and agility.
After the final enemy vessel had been destroyed, The Golden Bee docked inside the huge landing bay so the commanders could begin conferencing and planning their next steps. The other ships began a systematic scan and search of all remaining enemy vessels, looking for survivors. Some of the crews went on board what appeared to be the lead vessels in order to download any files they could obtain from the vessels. Esturias wanted all available intel he could get so he had a better understanding of this latest deadly enemy operation.
DeAires and his crew reported that there were survivors on some of the ships and at least five of the dark lords had survived. He sent a personal warning to Esturias about the latter as being very dangerous to any crew they encountered. What happened to his birth father could happen to anyone who came under the influence of one of those dark sorcerers. He didn’t bother to go through Kadish this time, knowing that his commander and his jealousy would try to alter the message in some fashion, so he took the chance, contacting Esturias directly via private telepathic mode.
Commander Esturias, sir – DeAires here. Just a warning, sir – there are five dark lords still on board those ships. They’re… they’re not quite human, sir. The men you send must take them out, kill them, and don’t let the lords touch anyone. Else they will turn into a monster like my birth father!
Message received, DeAires – you’re going around the chain of command, again, sir! But the message is understood; I will convey that precautionary measures are exercised and all of the dark lords be killed. If we take any prisoners, I’ll have you personally scan them, as well. Are you prepared for that, DeAires?
Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever I can to assist.
DeAires broke off his transmission and saw his commanding officer staring at him suspiciously. He smiled and went back to analyzing the data before him. At least Esturias seems to appreciate my efforts…
Still, DeAires knew he was treading on thin ice with these career officers like Kadish. He had encountered similar difficulties with Commander Strom on board The Golden Lion, although, at the end, they became good friends and comrades. He hoped that his sincere efforts would be appreciated here, as well, but if not, he would still try to do his best.
In the end, Line Cmdr. DeAires was selected to accompany a group of officers who were going abroad The Golden Falcon for a meeting with the Top Commander of that ship, one Commander Lantars. Cognizant that he was the most junior officer and perhaps the youngest person present, as well, DeAires did his best to remain inconspicuous, but Cmdr. Esturias wasn’t allowing it. When the officers sat down, Esturias made DeAires sit next to him. Other officers were looking askance at the gesture but wisely kept quiet. When Cmdr. Lantars asked how The Golden Bee was able to find them so accurately, Esturias replied, “I’ve got a good team – they’re new, but pulling it together quickly. And I have this young man to thank, as well. Due to his unorthodox methods, we were able to pinpoint the location of The Golden Falcon.”
“Extraordinary – what is your name, young man,” asked Lantars.
“Line Commander DeAires, sir”, replied Raphael in a quiet voice that still carried to all corners of the room.
“Your surname is DeAires? Are you from Morova, then? If you’ll pardon me, you don’t have the coloring or look of those people,” queried Lantars.
Raphael nodded, “I was born there, sir, but my father was from Airus and my mother from Serena. My surname is actually Kantor, but I have a brother also on board The Golden Bee, Commander Kantor. He is an Eagle Commander.”
Esturias interrupted, “Enough of the niceties, gentlemen. What did you want us here for, Commander Lantars?”
Lantars looked slightly offended at the interruption, but nodded, “Yes, if you hadn’t arrived we would now be in a heap of trouble. As it is, this old girl will have to get some repairs before we encounter more enemy ships.”
“What are you saying, Cmdr. Lantars?” demanded Esturias, visibly upset. “We brought some Ashtarian workers who can manage most of the repairs on The Golden Falcon; we weren’t sure if all systems were fully functioning before we started. We broke a lot of rules to get here, Commander!”
“Apparently, young Esturias,” replied Lantars, quietly, without rancor.
Listening to that exchange, Raphael was wondering just how old Esturias was; he didn’t look a day over 30 years, but Raphael knew better. The high-frequency Angelic Medinians lived extremely long lives, sometimes into the many thousands of years. Not that he would dare to ask Esturias VaCoupe…
“Well, we have some teams searching the enemy ships for survivors and gaining any intel they can from the ships’ computer banks. Presumably, they use crystal technology like we do. If not, our techs will manage a way to transfer and preserve the data. We need to gather what we can to find out about the plans of the enemy with this new push into our system.”
Cmdr. Lantars nodded, “Yes, we need to learn about this – it happened so suddenly, rather unexpected, I would say…”
“I saw it coming, sir!” blurted out DeAires, then mumbling a “sorry, sir,” as Esturias fastened his intense blue gaze on his most junior officer, who was edging too close to the line…
“Explain, DeAires… and why didn’t you convey this information to your senior officers?”
“I did, sir, I told Commander Lyonell – he agreed with me, but we just didn’t realize the extent of the operation. Sorry, sir… and then I was sent home for a head injury suffered out in the field. I’ve been away from The Golden Lion now for over three months…”
Another officer snorted, “Three months for a head injury, DeAires?”
DeAires blushed, “I also got mated – on the insistence of your father, Lord VaCoupe,” he replied, pointedly to Cmdr. Esturias. And to the other officers, “Lord VaCoupe is my foster father.”
Cmdr. Lantars laughed, “Well, it is obvious that young DeAires had other things on his mind than tactical maneuvers and planning operations!”
DeAires stared at the table as the whole room of officers joined into the laughter. Falling back into his habit of keeping still, like a rabbit under the eye of a fox, he kept his face blank and didn’t say anything. Cmdr. Esturias noted this behavior carefully. He wondered: some behavior lingering from his days of being a captive?
“Well, Lantars…have you heard from any of the other motherships or battlecruisers before we arrived here?”
Cmdr. Lantars turned his attention away from the unresponsive youngster to his intense commanding officer, “Only bits and snatches… VaCoupe; shall we have this youngster of yours work with my Communications team to see if he can locate them, too?”
“Thank you, sir, but no… DeAires is going back to The Golden Bee. I’m not going to have him snatched up by you or any other commander, sir.”
Lantars indulged one more glance at the silent DeAires, and sighed, “Well, then… where should we examine the prisoners if there are any?”
“Well, sir, I do want DeAires present when we examine them; he’s a sensitive and can pick up if any of the prisoners are a dark lord in disguise. Then we’ll have our healers scan the rest to see if they can be freed of any alien hardware.”
Lantars was curious, “How does the boy know what a dark lord feels like, Esturias?”
Esturias rested his gaze upon DeAires, again, “Well, tell him, DeAires or should I?”
DeAires looked up at his commanding officer and then looked across the room at the opposite wall as he told some of his story, to explain why he knew what he knew: “I was captive to the dark forces for ten years, sir. I was there when my mother was killed by a dark lord. And the thing who used to be my father nearly killed me. He had been taken over by some alien hardware that took over his body – I don’t understand it, but I can feel it, sir.”
The room was silent as the officers present absorbed this sobering information. Then Lantars looked at DeAires in sudden recognition, “You’re the youngest son of Lord TorSeth Kantor, aren’t you?”
DeAires nodded but said nothing. Again, his past was being dug up and exposed to the air. It was all he could do to keep his face blank and try to keep the pain at bay.
Lantars continued, “The Morovian representatives reported your entire family to be missing – so that’s what became of him. And your mother; what happened to her?”
“She was killed by a dark lord, sir…”
“She was killed in front of you?” inquired Lantars. DeAires nodded and continued staring at the table. Lantars continued, speaking directly to Cmdr. Esturias, “Well, I guess that establishes your man’s qualifications, Esturias. Shall we have the prisoners taken to the landing bay for examination? Be sure to bring along young DeAires. I want to see him at work!”
As DeAires passed by the senior officer, Cmdr. Lantars, the commander spoke up briefly, “Sorry about your loss, DeAires. I knew your father. We went to school together.”
“Thank you, sir,” replied DeAires, as he continued walking past and then out the door.
One of his Eagles was waiting on guard outside in the corridor. Garry took a look at Raphael and suggested they go to the meditation room on board The Golden Falcon, “Looks like you could do with a break, son – were they tough on you?”
“Thanks for the suggestion, Garry, but first something to drink – I think I spoke more than any of the more senior officers present,” replied Raphael with some irony. “Apparently I’m an unknown factor and somehow that gives them permission to pick me apart…”
Unfortunately, Cmdr. Esturias overheard that last remark as he came up behind the two men, “You’re right, DeAires… you are an unknown factor… with your gifts and talents. These officers are not used to such an exotic creature like you, so you’re going to have to toughen up a bit and learn to answer questions and then keep your mouth shut the rest of the time!”
Cmdr. Esturias wasn’t finished with him, “Who is this, one of your Eagles?”
“Garry Onterus, sir”, answered the big Eagle, saluting, looking over the commander’s head; he was very tall, about 8’8”. “Assigned by Lord VaCoupe to guard Line Commander DeAires, sir…”
Esturias was a tall man, but he had to look up to speak to the massive Eagle, “Thank you, Onterus. Just follow along right now, will you? I need to speak with this young charge of yours somewhere private.”
“Sir… then you might try the mess hall – I already checked it out, sir. No one is there right now.”
“Yes, I would imagine a giant like you wants to know where his next meal is coming from, eh?” replied Esturias rather sarcastically. The good-natured Garry just smiled in returned and nodded.
When the three men arrived at the mess hall, Garry stationed himself at the doorway, while Esturias gestured for DeAires to sit down. “I would imagine that was hard on you, DeAires – to be questioned about your family like that?”
“Yes, sir – it brings up a lot that I would rather not deal with right now, sir…” replied Raphael, soberly.
“Understood, DeAires, but now you have a bigger test ahead, don’t you? You already sense that one of the dark lords has managed to hide in with the other prisoners…?”
“Yes, sir – I can feel his presence. He’s being brought on board the ship as we speak…”
“I can feel his presence, as well. Okay, I will order a detachment of our Feline warriors to be present, commanded by Lantrill, when you’re doing the first examinations – any nonsense and they will shoot to kill – just don’t get in the way. You’re useful – and I don’t want to lose you right now. My father would be extremely angry… not to say several Eagles.”
Garry snorted and pretended he hadn’t overheard anything. He was glad the new commander seemed to be interested and concerned about Raphael. Personally, he felt he would give his life to protect the youngster, but no one had consulted him on the subject, so he kept his mouth closed like the commander suggested.
The prisoners were brought out onto the tarmac on the landing bay. Most, but not all were in chains. All were wearing dark gray uniforms with no distinguishing emblems – which Esturias guessed had been already ripped off to hide any rank or position. Two of the Eagles assigned to DeAires followed him as he slowly moved down the line-up. Esturias signaled to his warrior commander, Lantrill, when the young man paused in front of a prisoner; the warrior acknowledged the signal with a sign of his own. His men were ready.
For a moment, DeAires closed his eyes concentrating on discerning the man’s energies. That’s all it took. In his desperation, the prisoner lashed out swiftly and grabbed DeAires’ wrist. In his other hand was a knife that had been secreted in his uniform. Yanking himself free, DeAires relaxed his body and slipped to the floor and then rolled, kicking upward, he managed to knock the knife out of the prisoner’s hand…”That one, Commander – he’s the dark lord!”
“How would you know, Pleiadian scum?” snarled the man… and then paused, cocking his head reading Raphael’s frequencies, “Ah, you were one of ours once – these are not your masters! You belong to me!”
The dark lord reached out to touch DeAires once more, but he had moved away and managed to stand up, shaking. “No, never – kill him, Commander, before he touches anyone else!”
“What, no trial?” mocked the dark lord.
“Not for your kind – fire, men!”
The dark lord screamed dropping to the floor as the fire of three laze guns hit his body. Esturias watched in horror as a black cloud rose from the body and dissipated into the air. “What was that?”
“Sir, you don’t want to know…” replied DeAires. “He’s marked me so now I’ll have to submit to a scan…”
“Sorry about that, lad,” replied Esturias regretfully.
The waiting healers came forward to examine the remaining prisoners who glanced nervously towards DeAires and his Eagles. DeAires was examined first and was found clear of any devices. All of the prisoners had control devices that had penetrated deep into their bodies. Esturias received the report from the healers and then walked over towards the prisoners to announce their fate, “Sorry, men… you’re all infected with artificial intelligence; it’s just a matter of time when you’ll become like what you just witnessed. And right now, we don’t have the technology required to remove those implants. You’re all sentenced to death.”
As Esturias turned away from the condemned men, his face was grim. He didn’t like condemning men who had probably been tricked or forced into following the dark lords, but he didn’t have a choice in the matter. As DeAires had told him – other men, his men could fall victim to the AI and endanger the whole fleet. He nodded to Lantrill, the warrior commander, who responded with a loud, “Fire, men!” And he winced at the sound of falling bodies on the hard floor.
Esturias left the hangar bay, leaving the instructions for the deceased prisoners to be placed in caskets and sent into the nearest sun; perhaps they would be reborn free of the impediments taken on by their souls – but that was now out of his hands. A very subdued DeAires and his Eagle guards followed him, along with the Feline warrior contingent. DeAires had been cleared by the healers, but he would bear watching to see if his behavior changed in the coming days. As he watched the procession following the boy, he had an ironic thought: someone watching this would think the boy was some sort of king rather than a lowly officer – it was obvious that men became extremely protective around him without the boy even noticing. Odd that… Perhaps as Pleiadians, they sensed the energy of the Mother within him…
“Come on, DeAires, we’re heading back to The Golden Bee. I want you to get some rest. You’ve been put through the mill today.”
“Thank you, sir,” replied DeAires, his voice sounding rather exhausted. Esturias thought the boy was looking rather peaky.
One of the Eagles spoke up, “We’ll take care of him, sir – we’re used to nursing him after all.”
Esturias looked rather amused to hear a huge Eagle admit that he acted as a nursemaid for a full-grown man… but then there were extenuating circumstances, weren’t there. He was going to have a long discussion with his Father when he managed to take some leave home…
DeAires managed to walk back to the airlock that attached The Golden Bee to the mothership, just stumbling once or twice and recovering with Garry’s support. When he got to his quarters, he collapsed on his sleeping pad and went right to sleep, sprawled out in his uniform. When Tomás entered the room and looked in askance at Earl and Garry, the latter shrugged, “He had a run-in with a dark lord this afternoon. Looks like all that martial training you gave him finally paid off – “
Earl nodded, conveying the scene in private telepathic mode. Tomás was astonished… that Cmdr. Esturias would endanger his friend’s life in such a manner… and that DeAires had managed to free himself for the first time in his short life. It was another stepping stone to healing the deep wounds of the past, but he would have to keep a better eye on the youngster after this.
After a moment’s thought, he cautioned, “Look, lads, be careful how you mention this to Kantor. He’s come close to losing this brother of his four times this life…”
The two Eagles nodded and continued looking down at the sleeping Raphael. For now, he would stay out of trouble… at least if he didn’t have any of those dreams of his… and who knew. Life with Raphael was never dull for long.
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