Jacobi Jarzen Tadel Echoes of Replication

1. Auflage 2020
ISBN: 978-0-9906318-5-9
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 194 Seiten

Robert Jacobi, CHA is a retired Hotel General Manager; a Certified Hotel Administrator and a True Sci-Fi enthusiast. Robert has just started the seventh Action/Adventure Sci-Fi book in the exciting series of Jarzen Tadel full length novels. You will enjoy the fresh stories with a great blend - of romance, mystery and intergalactic intrigue. Robert is also the author of the Common Sense Approach to Management; all available wherever eBooks are sold.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Jacobi, Robert

Leseproben

CHAPTER ONE

ETERNAL SUFFERANCE

King Reddedar Ducattio of the Anasontars Society of Planets; a tightly controlled group of warrior planets; paced back and forth in the capital cities primary space port on his Home-World Planet, Anasontar. The shuttle craft from the colossal warship of the Ivergentars, which had been in orbit for nearly three solar hours; had now been on the tarmac for three quarters of a solar hour. There had been no communication from the shuttle craft or from the huge orbiting warship. All attempts to contact either ship had received no response.

As he paced back and forth, King Ducattio–was becoming angrier–by the foot step. The king was seriously considering returning to his palace residence, when his aide informed him; the shuttle’s hatch had just opened. King Ducattio was going to tear verbal strips from the Ivergentars representative for making him wait to greet him. They should have been highly honored to be greeted by the king of the Anasontars. Instead they made King Ducattio wait as though he was a minor functionary. King Ducattio was fuming! King Ducattio, was not going to overlook this; as he now had come to believe; intentional slight to his personage. How dare the Ivergentars treat him like this and on his own home-world planet?

King Ducattio’s aide pulled him from his angry thoughts. Your majesty, if I am not mistaken, that is the entourage of Gladar Inspearator Alendares. As the open-top ground vehicle being used to transport the arriving delegation the few hundred galactic yards to the space port got

closer; it was confirmed; it was indeed Gladar Inspearator Alendares the Imperious Leader of the

Ivergentars.

The Ivergentars were a triumvirate of races: The intellectual Elath; scholars, teachers, doctors, engineers, lawyers, and judges. The Louth, perfect physical specimens, athletes, elite soldiers, and law enforcement. The Olorad, giant warriors. The Elath and the Louth were average sized bipeds with only two arms. The Olorad were titans; standing twelve to fifteen galactic feet tall with four long arms; the upper two arms ending in hands with three long fingers, and an opposable thumb. The other two arms of the Olorad; located about two galactic feet below the upper shoulders; ended in large claws with razor sharp pinchers, used as weapons or for eating.

King Ducattio’s anger was instantly replace by fear. Why was Gladar Inspearator; as he preferred to be called, visiting Anasontar? For reasons unknown; Gladar did not use his proper sir name. King Ducattio and Gladar had only met one other time; and that was fourteen galactic years ago, when the Anasontars Society grudgingly signed an armistice with the Ivergentars; and that had been on Gladar’s home-world planet. The Ivergentar were just coming into their own as a powerful galactic force. The endless fierce fighting between the Anasontars Society and the Ivergentar was doing great harm to both planets; as they were seemingly evenly matched enemies. The fragile truce was built on trade instead of war.

King Ducattio began a profound flowing welcome to Imperious Leader Gladar Inspearator; only to be interrupted when, Gladar said, “Reddedar, why have you brought me here?”

A startled Reddedar Ducattio stammered, stuttered; then repeated Gladar question, which he quickly answered, “Gladar, there must be a grievous mistake. I did not summon … I did not request … that you should come to Venturrom.”

Gladar interrupted King Ducattio again. “Reddedar, your actions; or should I say; your inactions; made it impossible for me not to come to Venturrom. Reddedar, you ignored the warnings of my trade representatives. Reddedar, then you even ignored the stern warning of my ambassador. Reddedar, you forced my hand. I had no choice, but to come to Venturrom; to personally impress on you the dire-straits in which you have placed us all.”

Gladar, shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head, then he said, “Reddedar let’s be away

to your palace. We have much to discuss”

King Reddedar Ducattio with his head hung low, ushered the Imperious Leader out of the space port to waiting ground transportation. The trip to Reddedar’s palace was just under a quarter solar hour. No one uttered a single syllable during the short trip to the palace. With everyone unloaded from the multi-passenger, motorize conveyance; Reddedar ushered the Imperious Leader into his palace. Once through the oversized, majestic double entry doors, Reddedar turned to Gladar and asked if he wished to go to his quarters or to the council chamber’s conference room.

Gladar, simply said, “Conference room.” Even so, most of Gladar’s entourage went with the waiting head butler; to the suite of rooms the Imperious Leader would be occupying during his stay. Reddedar silently mused, wondering how long, the Imperious Leaders’ visit would be.

Upon entering the conference room, Reddedar quickly gave instructions to the waiting staff. Refreshments began to arrive almost immediately. Looking around, Reddedar found the Imperious Leader, sitting in the place of high honor, at the head of the large conference table. Reddedar nodded and took the seat to the right of Gladar. Refreshments were quickly and efficiently served, and the servers removed themselves from the conference room.

Gladar cleared his throat, he locked eyes with Reddedar, and said, “As I have already told you. Your inaction has put us all in a precarious position. I say this in the strongest words, I can manage; ‘my people will not do without’! Reddedar, you have ten galactic days, in which to make the next delivery; in what must become, an unbroken schedule of future deliveries; or our truce treaty will be null and void. I say again; ‘my people will not do without’!” Gladar paused, but only for a solar second, Reddedar had been nodding his head, as Gladar made each point. Gladar blinked twice, and said, “Reddedar, I need you to verbally acknowledge what I have just told you.”

At his most formal, Reddedar said, “Gladar, I have taken in every word. And I pledge to you; I will make a supreme effort to fulfill your requirements. However, you surely know; I do not control the source of our supplies. There are many factors and other parties to be managed; in order to fulfil your deliveries. Many of these factors are beyond my absolute control. That having been said, I will redouble my efforts to restore our smooth delivery schedule.”

Reddedar shifted uneasily in his chair; then he asked, “Gladar you have given me ten solar days. May I inquire how long I will have you as a guest in my palace?”

Gladar snickered, when he told Reddedar, he would remain until the first delivery fleet was underway. Seeing the nonplussed look on Reddedar’s face; Gladar laughed out loud; then he told Reddedar he would be returning to the Illtropar within the hour. Gladar smiled and revealed that his body did not tolerate foreign foods well.

Reddedar had not known the name of the colossus war ship as Gladar rose to his feet Reddedar did the same. Reddedar’s mind was racing. Gladar would be in orbit, on a massive ship of war; until the supply fleet left for Ivergentar.

Gladar had begun his departure speech; Reddedar refocused his attention on Gladar. When Gladar nodded; Reddedar asked him if he wanted to get in some hunting; Reddedar told Gladar he had arrived at the peak of the hunting season.

Gladar smiled, telling Reddedar he would get back to him on the hunting, as even being so

far from Ivergentar, he still had a packed schedule every day.

Reddedar smiled and held out his hand in the universal gesture of greeting or farewell. Gladar looked at Reddedar’s outstretched hand, Gladar nodded; then he left the conference room. How Reddedar did not know; but Gladar’s entourage was waiting for him in the entry foyer ready to depart.

No sooner than Gladar’s ground transportation had departed and Reddedar was sending for all his senior officers and staff. He must prepare, he had to succeed at any cost. Having the Illtropar, a huge space craft of war; a rectangle forty-five miles long, by fifteen miles wide, by fifteen miles high; a ship capable of untold death and destruction in orbit around Anasontar; was certainly a reinforcement of Gladar’s dire warning.

* * *

Reddedar’s senior staff had quickly assembled in the conference room. In attendance were the leaders of his space fleet and his military ground forces, two each. Additionally, his ministers of defense, state, finance, intergalactic planetary ambassadors, and the two senior officers of the home world planetary defense force. Also present were his three political and two domestic advisors. Reddedar, quickly made eye contact, with each of the fifteen obviously frightened members of his inner circle of advisors. He cleared his throat; and informed his staff that they had ten solar days; to restart...