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mirevolver · 02-05-2004, 12:22 AM

As A hobby, I've been writing a science fiction series. It consists of nine books, broken up into three trilogies.

"The Future Sees the Storm," is the seventh book and the opening book of the final trilogy. The first two trilogies set everything up and the final one pulls it all together.

So here is the Prologue of, "The Future Sees the Storm."
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There it is. It is distant, but it is there. The storm, the disturbance in space-time. It sits on the horizon, watching, waiting, for it knows that the time draws near. We can see it now, the eternity of ticks and tocks is at an end. They know that the last tick has ticked, that the wait is over. Now for the tock, the tock of the maelstrom, the tock of the charge. They are there and they know that it is time. Soon the hour will come to pass, the hour when we will know if our investment in the future has paid off. For the past draws near, the past created the maelstrom and is now riding the maelstrom, charging toward the future. The end of our age draws near.

“You summoned me, sir?”

“Yes.”

Tertim walked into the dark room. The door closed behind him and he became shrouded in darkness. A moment later he was illuminated by a purplish glow, the glow of the only other being in the room.

“Can you feel it?” it asked.

Tertim paused before replying. He took a moment to run through his senses before answering. As he ran through, there was nothing out of the ordinary that he could detect with his sight, hearing, smell, taste or touch. He then looked inward and accessed the magetech in his body. It was returning an odd feedback, something he had been told about before, but never actually felt; until now. He spoke, “I myself cannot, but my sixth sense can. The implants you have placed in my body tell me that the moment of truth draws near.”

The purplish figure standing before him pulled its lips into a slight smile. “Good, where is Revolver”

Tertim once again accessed his magetech; he networked with the facility's computer system and searched for Marc Revolver’s life signature. It was not a long search as Revolver was the only true human in the facility. “He is at the shipyard overseeing the production of the fleet.”

“The maelstrom is moving. The timing is as we expected. However they have concealed much from us, much that we need to know. Therefore, we have devised a plan, a mission. For both you and Revolver.”

But he’s not a mage, Tertim thought. It is not customary to send a mage out with a nonmage. Tertim arranged his thoughts into an appropriate question. “But Veshek, Revolver is not a mage, would it not be better for me to be pared with another mage?"

“No! We can’t risk it.” Frustration built up in the Poloni’s voice. “They know of the mages, they can sense mages; they can sense the technology that courses through your body. But we know that one of you can slip through their scans, two cannot.”

“I see.” Tertim said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. After taking a moment to recompose himself; Tertim spoke again. “Please, tell me of this mission.”

“We wish to have more information about the past,” Veshek said keeping his eyes locked on Tertims’. “As you know, we have not had any contact with them since the abomination was eliminated from existence.”

“Yes, of course.” Tertim said as he recalled the history files from his magememory, a chuckle slipped out of his mouth as he quickly reviewed them. “The Cyb’s didn’t stand a chance with the two of you beating up on them.”

“This is no time for humor Tertim.” Then after a brief pause, Veshek continued. “Afterwards, they moved back to their homeworld on the far end of the galaxy, and it is there where they maintain their stronghold.”

“This better not be going in the direction I think it’s going. If you’re asking me to walk on their homeworld-.”

“Do not be foolish Tertim. That would be suicide. But the past has infested other parts of the galaxy. We want you to go there and get all the information you can. But minimize the usage of your magetech, for they can identify it easier when it is used. Go and tell Revolver, and tell him to bring Human technology, weapons, scanning devices, such primitive devices are not likely to be detected by them.”

Tertim quickly turned on a heel and walked out of the room. He networked his magetech with the facility’s computer system to verify that Marc Revolver hadn’t moved in the past few minutes. He hadn’t. Tertim smiled inwardly as he quickly made his way to the shipyard observation room.

Tertim slowed his pace as he drew near and used the magetech within him to project a light distortion field around himself. Within a second he had disappeared from sight. He quietly stepped into the room.

Marc Revolver was alone, standing at the window watching a massive starship being assembled. Tertim amplified his voice using the magetech as he spoke. “MARC ISSIAC REVOLVER.”

Marc didn’t even flinch, but just closed his eyes and replied, “That’s Ambassador Marc Issiac Revolver, Tertim. And that ‘voice of god’ trick is getting old.”

Tertim dropped the light distortion field and switched off the voice amplification. Marc was unphased as he watched Tertim’s reflection appear in the window. After a brief pause, Marc spoke again, “And I doubt God has a British accent.”

“Why not?” Tertim replied, “He is after all, God. I’m sure he can have any accent he chooses. I would think that creating an accent is somewhat easier than creating the universe.”

Marc turned to face Tertim, “Point taken.”

“Enough chit-chat.” Tertim said while applying a serious tone to his voice. “The Poloni want me to go on a reconnaissance mission, and they want you to come along. But I warn you, it will take us to some of the less civilized places of the galaxy.”

“I have been stuck here for the last two years, I would welcome the chance to go out and explore again.”

“Very well, we leave in the morning. And take some of your own technology with you. It may prove useful to have less advanced devices at our disposal. I will also have more information then.”

With a blinding flash of light, Tertim disappeared from the room.

02-05-2004, 12:22 AM	#1 (permalink)
mirevolver Inspired by the mind's eye. Location: Between the darkness and the light.	The Future Sees the Storm As A hobby, I've been writing a science fiction series. It consists of nine books, broken up into three trilogies. "The Future Sees the Storm," is the seventh book and the opening book of the final trilogy. The first two trilogies set everything up and the final one pulls it all together. So here is the Prologue of, "The Future Sees the Storm." _____________________________________ There it is. It is distant, but it is there. The storm, the disturbance in space-time. It sits on the horizon, watching, waiting, for it knows that the time draws near. We can see it now, the eternity of ticks and tocks is at an end. They know that the last tick has ticked, that the wait is over. Now for the tock, the tock of the maelstrom, the tock of the charge. They are there and they know that it is time. Soon the hour will come to pass, the hour when we will know if our investment in the future has paid off. For the past draws near, the past created the maelstrom and is now riding the maelstrom, charging toward the future. The end of our age draws near. “You summoned me, sir?” “Yes.” Tertim walked into the dark room. The door closed behind him and he became shrouded in darkness. A moment later he was illuminated by a purplish glow, the glow of the only other being in the room. “Can you feel it?” it asked. Tertim paused before replying. He took a moment to run through his senses before answering. As he ran through, there was nothing out of the ordinary that he could detect with his sight, hearing, smell, taste or touch. He then looked inward and accessed the magetech in his body. It was returning an odd feedback, something he had been told about before, but never actually felt; until now. He spoke, “I myself cannot, but my sixth sense can. The implants you have placed in my body tell me that the moment of truth draws near.” The purplish figure standing before him pulled its lips into a slight smile. “Good, where is Revolver” Tertim once again accessed his magetech; he networked with the facility's computer system and searched for Marc Revolver’s life signature. It was not a long search as Revolver was the only true human in the facility. “He is at the shipyard overseeing the production of the fleet.” “The maelstrom is moving. The timing is as we expected. However they have concealed much from us, much that we need to know. Therefore, we have devised a plan, a mission. For both you and Revolver.” But he’s not a mage, Tertim thought. It is not customary to send a mage out with a nonmage. Tertim arranged his thoughts into an appropriate question. “But Veshek, Revolver is not a mage, would it not be better for me to be pared with another mage?" “No! We can’t risk it.” Frustration built up in the Poloni’s voice. “They know of the mages, they can sense mages; they can sense the technology that courses through your body. But we know that one of you can slip through their scans, two cannot.” “I see.” Tertim said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. After taking a moment to recompose himself; Tertim spoke again. “Please, tell me of this mission.” “We wish to have more information about the past,” Veshek said keeping his eyes locked on Tertims’. “As you know, we have not had any contact with them since the abomination was eliminated from existence.” “Yes, of course.” Tertim said as he recalled the history files from his magememory, a chuckle slipped out of his mouth as he quickly reviewed them. “The Cyb’s didn’t stand a chance with the two of you beating up on them.” “This is no time for humor Tertim.” Then after a brief pause, Veshek continued. “Afterwards, they moved back to their homeworld on the far end of the galaxy, and it is there where they maintain their stronghold.” “This better not be going in the direction I think it’s going. If you’re asking me to walk on their homeworld-.” “Do not be foolish Tertim. That would be suicide. But the past has infested other parts of the galaxy. We want you to go there and get all the information you can. But minimize the usage of your magetech, for they can identify it easier when it is used. Go and tell Revolver, and tell him to bring Human technology, weapons, scanning devices, such primitive devices are not likely to be detected by them.” Tertim quickly turned on a heel and walked out of the room. He networked his magetech with the facility’s computer system to verify that Marc Revolver hadn’t moved in the past few minutes. He hadn’t. Tertim smiled inwardly as he quickly made his way to the shipyard observation room. Tertim slowed his pace as he drew near and used the magetech within him to project a light distortion field around himself. Within a second he had disappeared from sight. He quietly stepped into the room. Marc Revolver was alone, standing at the window watching a massive starship being assembled. Tertim amplified his voice using the magetech as he spoke. “MARC ISSIAC REVOLVER.” Marc didn’t even flinch, but just closed his eyes and replied, “That’s Ambassador Marc Issiac Revolver, Tertim. And that ‘voice of god’ trick is getting old.” Tertim dropped the light distortion field and switched off the voice amplification. Marc was unphased as he watched Tertim’s reflection appear in the window. After a brief pause, Marc spoke again, “And I doubt God has a British accent.” “Why not?” Tertim replied, “He is after all, God. I’m sure he can have any accent he chooses. I would think that creating an accent is somewhat easier than creating the universe.” Marc turned to face Tertim, “Point taken.” “Enough chit-chat.” Tertim said while applying a serious tone to his voice. “The Poloni want me to go on a reconnaissance mission, and they want you to come along. But I warn you, it will take us to some of the less civilized places of the galaxy.” “I have been stuck here for the last two years, I would welcome the chance to go out and explore again.” “Very well, we leave in the morning. And take some of your own technology with you. It may prove useful to have less advanced devices at our disposal. I will also have more information then.” With a blinding flash of light, Tertim disappeared from the room. __________________ Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions. Last edited by mirevolver; 02-05-2004 at 07:41 AM..