Star Wars: The Last Patrol
by Eliza Ayres
This story is a sample from a series of books I am in the process of writing about the ancient Orion Wars in the Sirian star system and the Pleiadian star federation.
The vessel was a fairly new model, built on Ashtar and presented to the Sirian Fleet as a gesture of friendship from their ally Lord Ashtar, the Head Commander of the Ashtarian Fleet. Today, they were traveling in a lesser populated area of the Constellation of what is now known on Earth as Canus Major. The command crew could see their brilliant home star and isle, Sirius A, just to the right of the star field ahead of the vessel. This voyage was meant to be a short one, a test run for the new vessel, as well as a shakedown cruise for the fairly new crew. Many of the crew had worked together on other vessels, but not with their new commanders, Tazo and Delos Gia Kumara.
Occasionally one or another of the crew would surreptitiously steal a glance at the commanders, for they were twin brothers, with the white blonde hair, seafoam green eyes and pale complexion of the highest caste of Sirius A. The crew knew who the twins were; they just couldn’t believe that they were traveling with this legendary duo. Although young in years according to the long-lived Sirians, the duo had already made a mark within the Sirian fleet with their navigational skills, as well as an uncanny ability to decipher coded messages intercepted from enemy vessels. The Sirian Fleet was in the midst of a combat situation with a relatively new enemy, interlopers who had recently invaded the mid-belt region of the Orions, and now seemed determined to invade the Sirian star system, as well. Yet, it was unknown whence this elusive enemy would strike first. Resources were already strained, so, this vessel was sent out, although the crew was relatively untried with the handling of this new vessel.
When the crew first boarded the Silver Phoenix as the large scout ship was known, some of them had made note of a small group of three standing to one side of the landing dock. It appeared to be a father saying goodbye to his tall, slender sons. The father was also very tall although more broad-shouldered than the younger men. The Lord had dignified Presence, dressed as he was in a long white tunic, with a golden sash across his right shoulder and wrapped around his waist. Upon his white blonde head, there was a golden turban, from which dangled a portion of a peacock feather. The man’s bearing alone spoke volumes to the watching crew members. This was one of the Sons of Lord Krishna, Chananda Kumara, a high lord in Sirius. The younger men were evidently his sons to whom he was now bidding farewell.
As one of the crew gazed upon the unusual sight, he felt a shiver of premonition run through his body, a chill of foreknowledge. He knew that the father would never see his sons again in this life. What that meant for the rest of them, he wondered.
The crew of the Silver Phoenix was all male. Sirian females, especially high caste ones were not allowed to join the Fleet. It was a matter of age-old custom. Sirian women could perform duties such as being an ambassador along with her mate, but many high-caste Sirian women chose to spend much time in the great temples, devoting hours to the chants, mantras, and prayers. The Sirian culture was extremely ancient, its unwritten history extending millions of years back into the mists of time. It was the original motherland for the human race within this quadrant of Creation. It was not a civilization acquainted with aggressive negatively polarized races, so the present situation of edgy awareness of a potential invasion had the people quite alarmed. That alarm, however, was carefully tamped down as people performed their daily tasks, yet the stress of the present situation was wearing on even the most balanced of the population, the priests, and priestesses of the High Temple.
Two days into the voyage, the Silver Phoenix reached the vicinity of one of the smaller planets of the Sirian star system. Even then, the isle still was inhabited by at least three million Outer Sirians. These individuals were Sirians who wished to live away from the strenuous demands of the Sirian caste system. While not regarded as being rebellious by Central Sirians, the people on this particular isle were considered odd, with a freer outlook on life. Some of these Sirians had even married into other human species, including some Lyrans and Pleiadians. Yet the crew of The Silver Phoenix regarded the inhabitants as Sirians, to be protected as if they lived in Sirust, the great central city of Sirius A.
The designated communications officer was monitoring interspace noise as they approached the planet. Then, suddenly, there was a loud screaming noise that emanated from the crewmember’s earphones. All the crew “heard” the involuntary gasp, as the officer jerked off his phones. He sent an urgent telepathic message to both commanders to get their attention. They were already there, listening and watching the viewer screen as the starship began to circle around the isle.
“There!” Commander Tazo followed the pointing finger with his eyes as another crewmember spotted a large strange ship which suddenly materialized out of hyperspace. The cylinder-shaped vessel was a dark green, hard to see against the starlight skies.
The twin brothers looked at each other in dismay. They “knew” the frequency of their enemy, for it was the same enemy encountered on the other edge of the star system by larger vessels. Their own small ship wasn’t armed or manned with enough defenses to deal with the strange vessel. Then they noticed they hadn’t been sighted…yet, as the stranger moved off in the other direction, towards the planet and away from the Silver Phoenix. Apparently, the new cloaking shields were working, yet this close they would have to be careful while observing the actions of the strange vessel.
The two brothers were burning with curiosity and a mounting sense of foreboding. They could “feel” the energies emanating from the strange green vessel. They “knew” that it did not have friendly intentions towards the planet below.
Then the enemy vessel…for the two commanders knew intuitively that this strange vessel contained evil intent, as the yet unknown vessel turned its prow towards the planet. The crew watched breathlessly, as they “saw” the enemy vessels powerful forward weaponry being directed towards the unsuspecting planet below.
The officer monitoring communications warned, “They’re powering up! And they’re aiming for the planet!”
If it was possible, Commander Tazo’s translucent white skin blanched even more, anxious for the unsuspecting population on the planet below, “No!”
The enemy vessel opened fire, directing a powerful beam towards the planet as the Sirian crew of the Silver Phoenix looked on helplessly. Tazo and Delos, especially felt the enmity and dark intent of the strange vessel, a feeling that penetrated deeply into their sensitive being.
“Oh, no!” Commander Tazo looked at his brother, Delos. He suddenly “knew” the intentions of the enemy. He “felt” more ships enter nearby space and follow suit, aiming their weaponry at the planet below. They were going to destroy the planet, to use fear of destruction as a means to conquer Sirian space. The commanders had heard of such tactics being attempted in Pleiadian space, too. Now, this new invader had reached the outer boundaries of Sirian space. The long-threatened invasion had begun, here, on the edge of Sirian-controlled space and it was up to the brothers to let their superiors know at once.
The two sets of intense green eyes stared at each other as the brothers communicated rapidly to each other: “We need to inform Sirust and the main fleet!”
“Yes!” agreed Tazo.
The brothers knew that if they broke radio silence that they would be detected and probably destroyed, but they didn’t have any honorable options. They could flee, but other worlds might be attacked before a suitable defense could be mounted by the main fleet. They knew what they had to do… and were not afraid of the consequences of their mutual decision.
As the enemy fleet… it was now a fleet of vessels, large and small, was focused on their target below, the Silver Phoenix edged slowly and silently away, while the crew looked on with horror as they saw the planet below begin to break up under the barrage of the attack.
Commander Delos took over the communications chair and began sending a code to the Sirian Fleet. He flinched as he “felt” the implosion of the planet and the silent cries of the dying people below, as tears streamed down his pale face.
Then he “felt” the Presence of his great Father, Lord Chananda, fill his heart. “What is wrong, my son?”
“Father, the enemy of which we have been told by the Pleiadians is here! They are destroying M—!”
“I feel it, Delos,” his Father replied.
“Tell the Fleet!”
“I will, Delos!”
Even as he had this inner conversation with his Father, Delos worked to formulate a clear message on the danger from these strange ships. Finally, he managed to contact the communications officer of the great Sirian Flagship, The Golden Lily.
“Commander Delos! What is a matter?”
“The Isle of M— has been destroyed! Our space has been invaded!”
Then the Silver Phoenix was hit with a massive wave of energy. “We’ve been sighted! We need to get out of here!”
Commander Tazo was already at the helm directing the small patrol ship out away from the enemy fleet when another strange ship appeared nearly on top of them. The Silver Phoenix shuddered from another blow. And then their shields went down.
“Brother!” The two young men eyes met across the small command deck, knowing they and their crew were about to die.
The Sirian vessel turned to run, but it was too late. The enemy was upon them.
Then the final blow came, sending shards of the small Sirian vessel raining through space like silvery stars.
Far away in Sirust, the huge capital city of Sirius A, their Father Lord Chananda and his Brother, Sanat Kumara, knew that the young men and their crews were gone. There was nothing to do now but to gather up their light bodies and have the healing angels take the fragmented souls of the crew to a place where they could be healed of their trauma. Knowing that his sons would reborn comforted their Father slightly, but even He, a great Light Being, deeply felt the grief of His people as news was relayed throughout the great city. The talented and brave young men and their crew would be deeply missed by all Sirians.
Author: Eliza Ayres
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