Stars Apart

I know, its quite boring...but first drafts are always bad, amateurish....

Chapter 1 Banter

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 The day began on a positive note. Who knew playing a practical joke on cousins could  be fun? Bijoy positively screamed “Tara, you will pay for this” as Banchi’s robotic arms pried  him  away from the mess he called bed. A very painful way to wake up.

Banchi was grandfather’s latest creation based on archaic prototypes from the Motherland infact. It was one of his pet projects... mixing technology old and new to come up with quirky robotons.

A lot of the colonists loved to wish away these remainders of a deplorable past. For them, the robotons and the like stood for everything that had brought them here, hundreds of light years away. It was a constant reminders of the benevolence and mercy of the races inhabiting this part of the Milky Way.

The youngsters at the academy, however, found them interesting and cool experiments.

Father had expressed interest in this fusion technology for both business and practical reasons. He had willing investors interested in what he called the ‘servients’, automated machines that did menial jobs of the homes.

 Father and Uncle were ambitious and pushy, totally unlike grandpa who instilled in us love for the surrounding world and thirst for academic and creative excellence.

 I and my friends had just graduated from the local Academy and still exercising our choices on our future professional and personal. It wasn’t the only one in Gaia, the planet we were granted asylum on 5000 years ago. But it was the one, most aspired to join and few did. The rest studied in finishing schools and relevant job mangers.

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Many of the students would follow in their parent footsteps be it job or industry. A few of us had been short listed for the five year advanced program. If selected it would mean a journey not just from home but from our star system to another in the constellation of Cygnus.

 I love travelling, the chance to meet different Gaian like species and interacting with them is exciting. The one to one conversation adds much more to the knowledge of our similarities and difference than historical and cultural studies.

The influences that make us can be as varied as the planets and moons we are born in… to the environment we grow up. “Inter planetary species” is the subject that I hope to pursue further and code in my own thoughts and findings. Codes are what books were to first Gaians who were selected to settle on the planet. With Earth and its Moon Chandra having died out, the Mars colony destroyed by nuclear fission and moons Titan and Phoebe overcolonised…the Bhaa granted Solians a reprieve, a chance at redemption. Solians dwell in the Goid Belt in a single Star Sol planetary system between two of the left arms of the galaxy. It is said that there were are six such Solian based colonies in our constellation far away from each other with minimal contact, least we give in to the tendency to destroy ourselves. Why have our ancestors been destroying their planet homes and endangering their lives is an unfathomable riddle?

Chapter 2 New Beginnings

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 It was a dream come true for the group. The excitement and nervousness in the air was palpable. Being chosen for the planetary Academy was in itself an honor reserved for the best local talent. To be a part of the team of colonists to spend the next 5 years in the principal one, challenging and learning from the best minds of the star systems was a rare privilege.

  Tara and Sofia collapsed into the refreshing pods at the monitoring room, clearly exhausted by the plethora of tests they had gone through. These were just the tip of the iceberg needed for clearance. Bijoy and Stefan weren’t doing too well either, despite the training the boys had to undergo as part of the defense protocols. The last three that completed the group were the freshest, a reflection on their military training.

 The defense protocols were a compulsory system implemented by all the planet and moon bases that were part of the Guardian Domains. It was based on these performances that the Training Centre chose its future fighters from the Academy.

 Despite his failing health, Grandfather insisted on being present for the entire session. No one could deny the respected scientist who had been a skilled fighter pilot in his time. It was a proud moment for him as two of his grandchildren had made the grade. Though he had initially been disappointed that neither Tara nor Bijoy were cut out to be soldier-scholars, he conceded that the accelerated program at the Academy held greater future value.

 Chapter 3Tara

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I fell in love with Tirma, the second moon of Shuk at first sight. The other reason why it would always be special was still an unknown, back then. While the spaceship made contact with the docking station for permission, we admired the purple hues on the horizon which we later found out was the permanent feature. Sofia was of the opinion that the unique position of Shuk’s two suns may have something to do with it. I smiled at her efforts to impress Bijoy at every turn.

‘Should I tell her, she didn’t need to try so hard?’

  My mind resumed it original thoughts. ‘Would it be possible for us to explore the landscape?’

Looked like Stefan was thinking the same, for he asked

“Will the Tutors give us permission to move around?”

Dhruv interjected “A better question would be, is the air breathable enough to wander unaided?”

Everyone laughed and Stefan joined in, he had a chilled out persona which helped him make friends easily.

 Despite appearances, Dhruv and he were best friends. This was their way of bonding, as I and Sofia often did over philosophy and music.

 The landing proceeded smoothly despite the tight schedule the hosts had to maintain. The academic year started in three months, giving all the students ample time to acclimaticize and acquaint with others. Father advised us to stick to Gaia like and Gaianoid ones initially especially the Hamsaians and the Domerners. They were our military and technology transfer partners.

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 The Academy itself was a beautiful sight, right in the midst of an ocean atop a volcanic hill. It was the principal one and recreated 15000 years ago if I remembered my history lessons correctly. Some of the best galactic leaders, soldiers, inventors, artists and tradesperson were its proud alumni. Its black grey exterior with the violet sky as the backdrop gave it a formidable appearance. Though the architecture gave it a “from the lost pages of time feel”, it was said to be a technical marvel with an modern interiors in an entire wing. The rejuvenation centre was packed with ample refresher pods and body contour shapers; a luxury still, back home.

 We climbed into one of the waiting automated rovers that would drop us at the first of three checkpoints leading to the invisible gates. Each halt would take two days …Each of us students, tutors back from breaks, the peace keepers, even travelling medical crew had to go through BESS. BESS, the biological echo sensory scan identified the different species and enabled the medical crew to sterilize our bodies and identify dangerous pathogen carriers. The peace keepers found it useful to weed out the rogue nation members and dangerous pets snuck in ever so often.

 The system left room for very few errors. Our 30 odd member group was bundled off to the waiting bunkers as the checks were still being conducted on some of the Hamsaians who had arrived earlier.

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 “Do the Hamsa Nobles travel separately?” I asked Dhruv

 He was the smartest and being in year 3 – a Triga, the oldest among us.

 “Some do, but most prefer to travel incognito with the ordinary folk.”

“They will be a couple of them in your sessions” added Stefan. “The Baals and Dohatos sound familiar?”

   “Not two of the oldest warrior clans, father has dealings with?”

 “You will find a few of them in each year.” said Stefan

  “The ones being scanned are graduating students back from military training.”

    “Aren’t the fourth years supposed to stay at the Academy preparing for the last term?” asked Robyn the writer.

“The soldiers in training among Hamsa and the Panjas are allowed to leave.”

“Shouldn’t rules be the same for everyone?” I quizzed.

“Being some of the older inhabitants has its advantages”

“They are allowed back only on completing their assignments irrespective of warrior status.” It was not Dhruv or Stefan who had replied but one of the quieter, stiff backed ones, definitely a soldier in training.

  “How would you know?” Bijoy asked for the rest of us.

   “My brother happens to partner two of them, both at the academy and the training centre.”

“At your base?” someone asked

“Which colony are you based in?” I addressed her.

“At the edge of the Zooma belt. Our planet Shina is on a binary star system Rah and Ket” She replied “Your group is from Gaia, isn’t it? Then we are at opposite ends.”

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The dark haired soldier responded. “Close to one of the Maara systems, aren’t you?”

‘Far too close, some believe” she replied timidly as if expecting censure for the proximity.

“We cannot choose our neighbors, not yet.” I tried to reassure her.

Sofia and Stefan deftly changed the topic by going back to the Hamsa and the fourth years or Naals.

  

 Chapter 4 The Academy

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 “Most out of the way, Earthlings, stick to your line”. The voice came from the travel pod hurtling at great speed near us.

 “A race to the sessions with the Gaiains” shouted Stefan into the sound box, totally uncharacteristic of him.

 “Let’s go guys; I don’t want to be late on the first day.” Tara found herself saying the third time in as many years.

 “Don’t understand how the Hamsa can bear to train with cowards!” said the cool voice again.

 “Don’t do it. It is not worth being expelled.” Sofia pleaded

 “They are just baiting us” Tara added “As always.”

“I thought they were allies, why are they so mean to us?” said Zeba, the timid girl.


*Another 8000 too be copied from my  hand written journal

 Based on these 4 500 words flashes written for a blog contest

 Story outline

   FF1

It had been a nerve racking trip in more ways than one. She had just finished her maiden flight, barely getting used to travelling at the speed of light. To the casual observer it would look like a picture that moved slower than a Binga*. Camig‘s description of travelling through space warps had sounded exciting enough back then. It would have been, she observed bemused, far safer and remote, enclosed in the fighter jet ....being trapped in an orb that zoomed along at breathtaking speed was a boggling experience difficult wrapping her mind to...

“Oops, my body is back on the colony taking in artificial air....hope they are monitoring my vital signs”, wouldn’t want to go back to a useless shell as Benen had called it on their first meeting. So much had changed since in the last decade.

He guided her with the expertise that came with centuries of travel this way. He had carefully monitored her progress; the transition of her mind in the plasmic orb had been an excruciating process with side effects. At one point she had wanted to abandon the idea.

Her godfather (she loved to tease as Doc) had persisted with the experiment. She had sensed his obvious disappointment at another failure of the “earthlings” to evolve and adapt.

“Give up Doc; it’s not going to work. And the end result will just be more migraine attacks for me.”

“Nothing works the first time, my child. It was the persistence of your forefathers that finally convinced the ‘Hamsa’ to allow to train alongside them.” He had replied testily.

“And the Triad to give the colonists the mining rights” she had added.

“It would have been better if they hadn’t.” he muttered to himself.

She sensed a chill and tried to cheer him up with a promise of another trial the next week.

Camig had often proclaimed she had special powers; she could calm the most aggressive with just a smile or a few words. Her closest friend, descended from the best of the Hamsa warriors and yet the gentlest, a very rare combination among his kind. The closest to her own species and yet so different. They were biologically similar to them but mentally more “Bhaa”* like. She wished he had been there but at least Benen was.

She felt like a lost child, as she desperately missed holding his cybortic hand. Her thoughts so taken in by the reception on this remote, impenetrable haven, so close to the galaxy’s core.

“We are barbarians to his folks, in love with decaying bodies they discarded like old clothes half a million years ago.”

“The Light” just didn’t realise how many of her kind would jump at the chance if they only knew.

 Benen’s thoughts expressed amusement. He managed to infuriate her even now as her mentor and guide across the desolation and the fires they passed by. As they began to slow down, she looked the landscape, eerily beautiful were the only words suited.

“I wonder which of the hovering orbs the parents are.”
***

FF2

The short stay had been memorable with good and bad moments. The reception had been decidedly cold if not hostile. Benen has known the risk of bringing Tara along, an idea that hadn’t found much favour even with the younger ones. The colonists weren’t trustworthy, given the wanton destruction of their native planets* and their unique ecosystems.

The Triad highly influenced by the “Bhaa” had taken 4000 years to grant Gaia self governance in trading. The past 1000 years had given Benen fresh hope. Had he not belonged to one such race in eons past?

He donned the mantle of a tourist guide and directed her to unrestricted places. He was pleased by her lack of covert interest in the “immortal” life teeming around her, another test cleared.

Benen had plans for this strong, steadily growing group of students, whom he hoped to enlist into the “peace keeping force”, a step in the direction of full fledged orbacy*. Plans which may have to be put on fast track, given the disturbing reports of the patrols. If they were true, he feared for Tara and the others. The visit to the super dome would have to wait.

Tara curiousity reached a peak on the journey back, with Benen “closed door” conversations with the Elite Estel* a few of who accompanied them. His secrecy was not unusual but his encrypted thoughts puzzled her. As they approached the Kilimaro Mountains, a sense of foreboding ate into his soul. The installation wore a deserted look which was normal. Anyone who ventured this far would see some decrepit, long abandoned buildings. But this was silence of a different kind.

They moved past the first check point controlled by BESS* without stopping by as with the other two points of entry. The scan area showed the first signs of a fight and resistance. The Hamsa squad normally stationed here was missing, the place over run by his kind. They were guided to a different wing, the innermost sanctum. Its usage itself raised questions. While the cybortic limbed “Bhaa” scientists initiated the reversal process on Tara, Benen searched for answers.

 Marka his partner, answered tersely, occasionally glancing at the comatose Tara with an unreadable expression. There had been a series of well planned assaults on six such installations in the galaxy. The weapons using Gamma rays seemed like an advanced version of “Hamsa“ projectiles, causing instant death to many of the unprepared security here and elsewhere. Weapons of that kind were banned in their planetary systems. Camig was fighting for his life; his twin sister had succumbed to her injuries barely making it to the inner sanctum. The weapons had only temporarily incapacitated the cybortic orbs enabling them to move Tara and three others to safety.

The “Hamsa” elders were in consultation with their allies, having withdrawn all their able force to their home planets. In an interesting development the Renaissance soldiers had been absenting themselves from joint training.

“They have been revived, all vital statistics are clear.” informed one of the monitoring crew.

 Tara and the others were groggily taking in the strange surroundings, especially the presence of the Benen’s people and the absence of the Hamsa – Camig and Miga in particular.

 “What happened here?” asked Bijoy

“I remember something was amiss at the scan area...” a worried Tara, “...Where are the twins?”

Benen still in travel form rambled on about new security drills while Marka shrugged his shoulders in disdain and walked out.

***

FF3

The two years* had passed by in a flurry of events and actions. few moments of leisure bringing along grief and questions, painful answers and choices. Camig’s mind had drifted in and out of consciousness for the greater part of the first six months. It mechanically processed information, strategising, issuing, and following orders now.

Tara and his Renaissance friends had been kept away out of the loop for too long; it was time to face the truth. Benen and Marka had insisted on being present.

How did one turn away from friends at the academy and training partners, even watch them die by one’s own hands?

How did one convey the proof of their families’ duplicity to someone who was one’s forever?

How did that someone face the fact that their loved ones were traitors who had sold out on their friends?

These thoughts assailed him as Camig joined the Hamsa* and Domern* warriors present at the final meeting. He has chosen neutral grounds, the Academy* branch in the middle of the Shiavona Desert, 300 feet below ground level, accessible only by a hidden side road from the Targe.

Camig was glad he had instead on a “no weapons” check on both sides else a bloodbath would have ensued. And yet by the end of it, there had been a ray of light, a breakthrough. Some of the Hamsa, The Domern and the colonists had formed a truce, a “no strike” on each other’s ground stations in the event of the imminent war. But they refused to extend the courtesy to respective allies, the colonists with very few sympathizers but one powerful ally, being at a slight disadvantage there.

Tara and Bijoy were a different story. The difficult, heartbreaking confrontation was his to face. Their reactions were vastly different.

“You are lying!” Bijoy screamed. “Don’t believe them cousin; our fathers would never betray their friends for profit.”

“They had not just the knowledge of the attacks but have helped the Maara* by diverting vast amounts of Radakillum* ores to them despite a trade ban.” Camig’s uncle Lepes stated.

Tara quiet throughout, asked Benen

“The Maara were defeated, weren’t they? Grandfather said they were no longer a cohesive group or threat.”

“We believe that your grandfather’s death was not natural but by lethal substance untraceable by our bio scans. He must have stumbled upon his sons’ nefarious dealings.” Camig replied without emotion.

“What has the Maara to do with all this?” a worried Stefan.

“Death seeks what the Light possesses” Marka cryptically.

“Why was no action taken, why tell us now? Have you never considered us equal?” an unconvinced Bijoy

“The Triad and the Guardian Domains* need proof. Galactic matters take years even centuries to be sorted.” Lepes replied to Stefan ignoring Bijoy.

“If that was so, the Triad would have never let your families own the mining rights. The Bhaa wouldn’t be seeking the eligible among you for the Elite Estel. The Hamsa wouldn’t have trusted you with their weapons or spaceships. The Domern would not have allowed for exchange of technology.” Camig with barely concealed anger.

“But why war?” Tara asked him, looking at the entire room.

“Look for yourself, 80% of your group seated here is from the academy, barely any high ranking warriors.” answered Lepes

“The rest of the Gaia soldiers have abandoned joint patrols; some flying with Maara flagships, some underground.” informed Camig

“May as well tell her the rest…” Marka

“Your father issued a statement seceding from the Guardian Domains last week” Camig continued.

“Gaia is no longer part of the planetary group?” a shocked Bijoy.

***

FF4

The dust storms had abated, allowing for four months of monitored travel outside. Tara stood lost in clashing thoughts...life had come full circle. The nightmares were back with disturbing frequency, had they something to do with her arrival? The sprightly 150 year old found herself traveling to the "Minara". The dome reminded her of the Itrigs* she has seen of the motherland Earth....a place known through stories, now myths for some. Taking the drop pad to her family's section in the dungeons, the retained memories assailed her. Some of the memories were painful; repressed in her, erased in most of the 333 survivors – a few renaissance folk and other defeated refugees.

It had been 2000* years since anyone in the colony was taunted "earthling" and yet, 200 odd years had been enough to revert back to the status of old. Her family's greed has caused damage lasting millennia, forcing many to choose sides.

******

Bijoy had chosen the easiest way out. A quick painless death triggered by his father’s punishment, reserved for traitors. A rarity, the blast off into space with just an hour’s reserve of breathable gas was a horrifying sight. 

Tara's had been the most difficult to make, choosing to stay back. Sofia, Bijoy's fiancée followed her – the only family member he had truly cared for. The Espadon River was now controlled and monitored by the Elite Estel. The war broke out while the rest labored to restore the abandoned Domern bases deep in the Assrat Range.

It had seemed surreal in the beginning but soon, the sight at the complexes was stomach churning. As the body pile of soldiers and civilians alike grew bigger, she decided it was time... ask him the last favor. As she left, some colonists pointed their weapons at her, while others looked away guiltily or with hope....she was a traitor to some, the shamed "ethical” but to the rest, the only one of the two Camig and the Hamsa may yield to.

Camig and Stefan may have made the best choice yet, joining the Elite Estel instead of opposing sides on the battlefield. Camig had given her the final gift, protection for as many of the innocent as possible. He still commanded the loyalty of his battalion.

Tara could still hear his soft, assertive voice; his words echoing through her head.

“Gather all those who want no part of the battle, at the mines. Remember, not a single one who has trained with us.”

“We will use the Heirot‘s pass to transport them to the installations for the next seven days.”

“But are the installations safe?”

“Safe enough till the bases are ready.” “Will you be joining them?”

“We have no choice.”

“You still have another choice.” “Come with me.”

“My blood is tainted; enough damage has already been done. They will deem you a traitor too.”

“I am considered one anyway, Miga’s betrayer.”

“Your sister was a fiercely loyal friend, would have never wanted you to stand against the ones you care about.”

“Benen offered us the Gift of Light”

“You are born to it, you should accept it.”

“Meaningless without you.”

“I have already declined the offer.”

“Will you not change your mind?”

“The sins of the fathers visit upon their children. I have to make amends.”

“So be it, our choices.”

******

She had retained the memory as a reminder of lost love, a galactic war.

As she pressed her index finger on her left palm, his final message appeared on the invisible screen. A poignant, ‘stars apart/forever in each other's thoughts’... would her great grand niece’s fate be different?