Monday, March 5, 2018

Virtual Worlds in Harmonic Wars

What would technology look like in a highly advanced human civilization? What things would they do for entertainment? Star Trek, the Next Generation, had the Holodeck, and I always thought that was cool. Today there are virtual reality programs that people can visit through the use of an avatar, but it looks like a cartoon character. I think the next obvious evolution of that technology would be holographic, and we are not too far from that today.

In my SciFi series Harmonic Wars, Ana had to protect the descendants of the original thirteen Guardians from Arturo, who was cut off from the Balsarius technologies. His mission in life was to bring the Anti-Grav Suits to the G`Alad-based Warrior Guild. Arturo knew that his own Anti-Grav Suit would someday wear out, and he would be powerless against Ana. In Children of the Guardians, Arturo is hot on the trail of several of the children, so Ana must hide them and train them to survive against Arturo and the Warrior Guild, which is no small task. The soldiers in the Warrior Guild are bred and raised as the ultimate human weapon. They are a fighting force equaled by none.

Ana and her mentor, the Shihan Marcus Kahn, begin a 5-year plan to train six teens in the art of war. They emerse Manny, Ricky, Lynell, Raven, April, and Judd in war tactics. They are joined by Sam and Nasser who have become the apprentices of Shihan. Together, they will use the Mobile Attack Robots (MARs) to fight off the coming assault by the Warrior Guild, but the Science Guild quickly discovers that the teens can destroy their robotic opponents faster than they can be put back together. So they move to the virtual reality of Dimensions.  

In Guardians of the Crystal Skulls, Shihan meets a very embarrassed Pressler Anias in a fantasy world. As Shihan navigates through Dimensions, he is awestruck by its beauty. Now several hundred years have passed, and Dimensions is a much different place than it once was. There is still beauty, but there is now an ugly decadence of sexual promiscuity added, that Ana must protect the Children from. Please enjoy this scene from Chapter 18:

   The next morning, Johan led the youth along with Nasser and Sam to the stasis pods aboard the Atlantis for their first foray into Dimensions. “Now, if you’ll just walk this way?”
   Ricky walked closely behind Johan and tried to mimic his odd shuffle which caused Lynell to giggle and the others to smile.
   Johan turned around to see what was so funny, but only found Ricky with an innocent look on his face. Johan took a deep breath and tried to remember they were just kids after all.
   Moments later they arrived at the stasis pods where Johan addressed them. “These stasis pods are just like the pods in the MARs units, once the door closes it will fill up with the stasis gel, and you must breathe it in to make the neuro-connection. Once there, go through the Dimensions icon on the lower left. It will be a large, blue-colored ‘D’ icon with the swirling world at the center. That’ll take you to the loading room where you’ll see me waiting for you to explain general operations and navigation throughout the Dimensions vWorld. Then we’ll go back to the loading room, and you can customize your look. Then you have a couple of hours of play time.”
   “Fricken awesome!” Ricky exclaimed as he jumped into the closest pod. “Last one to the loading room does my chores this week!”
   The race was on as everyone rushed to the pods. Johan had to hurry and establish his link since he wanted to be there before them. He arrived in the loading room just behind Ricky, Manny, and Raven. Johan called them over to him, as they waited for the others to navigate through the Dimensions portal and into the loading room.
   Raven looked down at the silvery robe that covered her body with distaste, “This is ugly. I wish I was wearing … ,” Raven saw the silver, loose-fitting garment immediately replaced by a pink, short skirt and matching jacket that covered a low-cut, white shirt with small, red roses plunging down across her breasts in the shape of a ‘V’. The streaks of pink in her hair that had long faded out had suddenly returned as her hair fell loosely around her shoulders in soft curls. She wore knee-high, black leather platform boots with fishnet stockings tucked inside.
   Manny looked at the transformation of Raven before him in amazement. “Wow! You really look nice Raven. How’d you do that?”
   Johan interrupted, “Well, it looks as though Raven has already discovered that your thoughts can transform your appearance. Okay then, you have five minutes to think about what you would like to wear, and then we have to finish the orientation. Clear your mind, then visualize how you would like to be seen by others.”
   Manny changed into a blue polo shirt with khaki-colored shorts and brown sandals. Ricky, however, went all out. He wore a pinstriped suit, with a coral-colored shirt complete with a dark gray tie with coral stripes.
   “No shoes?” Manny asked as he looked at Ricky's feet.
   “Oh shit, forgot about shoes,” he replied as a nice pair of country-style boots appeared on his feet.
   Lynell walked over beside Ricky wearing a yellow sundress with red roses that climbed all over the bodice and red sandals. Her hair was pulled back into a thick braid down her back, as it always was these days. Lynell looked at her sister’s hair and was suddenly aware that she had done nothing with hers. Lynell made her hair curl and pin up with tiny red flowers throughout it that held her dark brown curls up.
  “You look beautiful, Lynell,” Ricky said with a smile.
   Lynell looked over at Ricky and smiled approvingly. “Thank you, Ricky. I think you look very handsome in that suit!”
   Ricky winked at Lynell, “Thanks! Nice hair, by the way!”
   “Yes, Lynell. The flowers are a nice touch,” noted Sam with a kind smile on his face.
   Lynell blushed since she was not used to all the attention. “Thanks and you both look very nice as well.”
   Sam wore a very simple pair of blue jeans with a yellow shirt, but Nasser was dressed all in black with a black overcoat and dark shades.
   “Hey there! It’s the man in black!” Ricky said as he smiled at Nasser, who just nodded slyly back. “But that’s taking it to a whole new level!”
   Everyone turned and looked as April appeared in black leather pants and matching shirt, knee-high leather boots, her hair slicked back, and dark shades over her eyes. Then a large, black lion appeared beside her.
   Johan interrupted, “Okay, let’s stay with the human race, Judd.”
   Judd-lion roared loudly before he reappeared with a smile in clothes similar to April’s.
   “Gather round,” Johan signaled to them. “Each time you come into the loading room, you need to check what you're wearing, or in Judd’s case what animal you might become. Thoughts in here can take form, so visualize a mirror, and one will appear in front of you.”
Just then several different mirrors appeared in front of the initiates. The girls all had full-length mirrors, while the boys had what looked like vanity mirrors one would see over a bathroom sink.
   “Wow, that's cool!” Judd said as a well-trimmed goatee appeared on his face. “Oh yeah, I look great!”
   “Yep, nearly as good as me,” Ricky commented.
   “That sounded so conceited,” Manny replied.
   “I’m not conceited. Conceited people have faults, so clearly I’m not conceited!” Ricky replied with a grin.
   “Oh geez,” exclaimed Lynell as she rolled her eyes.
   Johan shook his head and smiled. “Okay, put the mirrors away now, and let’s go into the virtual world of Dimensions. Follow me through the icon and wait for me on the sidewalk!”
Then Johan disappeared through the large, blue-colored “D” icon with the world that spun at the center.
   They all arrived and saw that Johan met them in a cloud that surrounded the whole group. “Now, there’s much to distract you, so I have shielded you till we get through the orientation. Otherwise, you’ll not be able to pay attention. At the lower left of your vision, you can see a door. It leads back to the loading room, and to the right is the Dimensions Icon. Both will always be there so you can easily return to the loading room and save your changes. The Dimensions icon will take you to all the other vWorlds. This is the default, but there are thousands of Dimensions you can visit. Fantasy worlds, water worlds, space adventures, whatever you can imagine, and it’s here. All types of extreme sports, mountain climbing, biking, racing, flying … anything. Flip through the menu with your hand and open the door to a new world. Some dimensions are restricted because they are for adults only. If you attempt to access one, we’ll bring you back to the loading room. If you try doing something you shouldn’t be doing, like stealing or fighting with other people in here, we’ll bring you back to the loading room immediately. If you talk with anyone here about any of our missions ... again, back to the loading room. Any contact of a sexual nature on your part or by someone else will likewise bring you back to the loading room. Once we bring you back for one of these reasons, we’ll review a complete download of the transcript and a full report given to your Abuela and Shihan. This won't be a good thing, at all. Everybody understand?”
   All the students nodded solemnly.
   “Very well. I suggest for now you just check out the default world. Now, check this out,” Johan said as he waved his hand and the cloud disappeared.
   The first thing that became apparent was that they stood on a sidewalk that floated in midair. Musical chimes softly filled the air and the gentle, cool breeze that blew across their faces. The cloudless, blue sky revealed a stunning view of a planet with multiple sets of rings and two darkened and cratered moons that orbited the dark-orange-striped world. They floated high above a sprawling city. Sidewalks floated in-between buildings and moved people through the metropolis. Sleek vehicles of every color and shape floated on beams of light at multiple levels throughout the city. Each level was a different color and represented different speeds, some of which seemed limitless as the vehicles flashed overhead in a blur. Buildings were in all shapes and sizes. Some looked like rose bushes with each flower opening a balcony to a new apartment. Others resembled pinecones. The buildings were all works of art, and none of them sat still. Movement and music filled the air in a symphony of light and music. The effect was breathtaking.
   Several buildings clustered together and rose to great heights. Johan pointed to them and said, “The business district is a good place to go to find a job. You earn credits that you can use to pay for your decorations, apartments, transit vehicles, and other activities. You can choose any job that you want, and there are no limits. The financial district to the left is the way you can become wealthy if you invest your credits.”
   Johan pointed to a fantastic building that looked like a huge, shining silver, muscular man wearing a loincloth. He held a spinning golden globe over his head. The globe had multiple bands of heavy-looking silver and jade support beams sculpted upwards from the man’s hands and spread out halfway up the spinning golden globe nestled inside.
   Nasser nudged Sam who stared in awe. “Overwhelming, huh?”
   Sam nodded, “It’s beautiful!”
   “The amusement park is on the other side of the financial district, or the man with the globe right there,” Johan said as he pointed. “You have each been loaded with 20,000 credits to start. Enjoy yourselves at the amusement park for now. We’ll get you in a couple of hours. Go have fun!”
   With that, the students ran off toward the amusement park with Nasser and Sam trying to keep up with the youngsters. The sights and sounds of civilization filled their senses. Children played with their parents, and adults walked around, and people talked and conversed just like any real city. But, there were stark differences. The clothes and hairstyles were some of the first things noticeable. Some people passed before them as a blur from the neck down and appeared as nothing more than a smudge to the students. Others were bathed in bright colors of light that shimmered and masked themselves modestly. A large gathering of people made their way through the crowd costumed in Renaissance-appropriate dresses and knights in shining armor complete with swords and lances. A group that looked very much like dwarfs found in fantasy stories gathered beside a group of Forest Elves to the right, who suddenly winked out of existence before their eyes.
   “Whoa, that’s cool!” Ricky said.
   “They must be going to fight a dragon!” Manny said.
   Lynell’s eyes widened as an Ogre approached them.
   In a gravelly voice, the Ogre said, “Excuse me! Coming through!”
   “I guess so!” Nasser exclaimed as the group made room for the Ogre who walked another 10 feet then disappeared as the other group had done.
   “Wonder what Dimension they're going to?” Ricky asked as a harem of beautiful women gathered in front of them. They wore flowing, thin veils that clung to their curvaceous bodies and left very little to the imagination.
   Nasser turned to note that Lynell was not amused that Ricky was taking notice of the scantily clad beauties, so he slapped Ricky in the back of the head as he stared. “Come on, put your tongue back in your mouth!”
   Manny stared as well and quickly turned around to see Raven with her head cocked, eyes narrowed and hands on her hips. “Get an eyeful yet, Farm Boy? You’re gawking about, acting as though you had never seen a woman before.”
   “I can't say I’ve never seen one dressed like that,” Manny said as he watched two women walking on the other sidewalk. They too appeared as a smudge from the neck down. One waved and blew a kiss to Manny.
   “Well, if you think the women of that harem were beautiful, wait till you can see past the age inhibitors!” said a gruff voice from behind them.
Manny turned around to see Tanya with another couple beside them. The man had a wry grin on his face, and the short, blonde woman looked irritated at him for his comment.
   Tanya spoke up, “Hi, everybody. Pay no attention to Carsten. He’s got a different sense of humor.”
   Lynell asked, “Hi Tanya. Who are your friends?”
   “These are my crew members from the Atlantis. This is our pilot, Jeff Wright, and our navigator, Carmen Smith.”
   Jeff was 6’ 1” tall with short, light brown hair, brown eyes, and gentle features that made him look young and innocent. His voice had a very manly quality to it that Raven and Lynell both found attractive as they smiled up at him. Carmen was much shorter at 5’2”, curvy and darkly tanned. Her blonde hair fell loosely just at the top of her shoulders. She had a flirtatious quality to her pretty brown eyes.
   Jeff still watched the two women that smiled and waved at Manny. To Manny, they appeared as a smudge, but Jeff saw they wore the latest spray fashion that some young adults had adopted. In reality, they walked around naked with a light coat of plastic paint. He sighed and waved back, “So much for that. Mind if we join you?”
   “Uh, sure thing,” Manny replied. “We’re not really sure where we’re going, much less what to try first.”
   “Try the Space Coaster, trust me!” Jeff said with a grin.
   “Oh, yeah,” chimed in Carmen as she pulled her blonde hair up into a ponytail and beckoned them to follow. “You’ll love that. Come on.”
   The group finally made it to the amusement park without too much harassment by the girls for gawking at the women they passed.
   For the next couple of hours, they rode as many space coasters, and other rides at the amusement park that they could. Much like a roller coaster, the Space Coaster took them into the weightlessness of space, and then plummeted them beneath the ground at tremendous speeds before they continued under water in small shuttles. After they had ridden the first one, they looked for bigger and bigger rides, anything to increase the thrill factor.
   As with all amusement parks and carnivals, they could smell the rich and fatty foods as they walked through the park. They eagerly tried candies, fried meats, and pastries that reminded them of donuts. The drinks were sweet and tasty as well.
   “Kirsten would scream right now if she saw us with all this junk food!” Sam said as he took a big bite out of a dark chocolate cake.
   Carmen shook her head and smiled, “Oh, not at all! This is one of her favorite places. There are no worries here because you're not really eating anything. All the pleasure with none of the guilt!”
   “Here, take a bowl, but wait to try this,” Tanya said as she handed each of them a bowl of a nondescript paste.
   “What’s this? Looks like bad oatmeal,” Judd said with a frown.
   Tanya smiled, “It’s called Goop. Now, I want you to all think about one thing that you have not had since you left home. What’s the one food that you miss the most?”
   Lynell and Ricky yelled out together, “Pizza!”
   “Oh, yeah! Pizza would be so awesome! Deep-dish pepperoni and mushroom,” Manny said as Raven and Lynell both stared up dreamily and sighed as they remembered pizza.
   “Great, sounds like we have a winner,” Carmen said. “Now I want each of you to take a spoonful of Goop, but don’t taste it yet. Now close your eyes and concentrate on the best pizza that you ever ate. Remember the flavor, the heat, the texture of the crust, the spice in the sauce. The cheese melted on top. Hold on to those thoughts and put the spoon in your mouth.”
   “Oh man! That tastes just like pizza!” Ricky exclaimed.
   “You have to really concentrate to do it this way, but this is really how all of the food works here,” Tanya explained. “The candies and cakes all use the power of suggestion, and your mind provides the rest. If you really have control of your thoughts, then you can make this cake taste like a pizza. But that’ll take some practice. This is a good lesson and something you should each try every time you come here. Control your thoughts and experiences inside the vWorld. It’ll be critical in the MARs units later. We can talk more about that later.”
   “It’s about time to be getting back now,” Jeff said. “I think we have time for one last Space Coaster ride if anyone is up for it?”
   “Damn straight!” Ricky said as he ran ahead.

   After they had ridden the Space Coaster one last time, they returned to the loading room together. Excitement filled the air, as they talked eagerly about all the sights, sounds, and things they had been able to do. It was the best day that Manny could remember since they had gotten there. Johan greeted them as they all appeared back in the loading room.
   “So, did you have a good time?” Johan could do nothing more than smile as the eager young adults all talked at once. He let them go for a couple of minutes and waited for them to settle down a bit.
   “Okay, let’s save your settings and return,” Johan said as he turned to the Atlantis crew. “Can you help show them how to save?”
   Everyone saved their settings and then exited Dimensions back to the stasis pods. Manny discovered that every time he exited a stasis pod was easier than the last time. At first, it was painful trying to expel the thick pink fluid from his lungs, but now it was getting easier. The girls, however, still had some difficulties with the process.
   Kirsten rubbed Raven’s back as she violently coughed out the last of the pink fluid. “Don’t worry, Honey. It takes some time, but it gets easier the more you do this.”
   “So, did you have fun?” Ana asked as she and Shihan entered the chamber.
   “Abuela, that was incredible!” Manny said as he hugged her. “Thanks so much.”
   “You’re most welcome,” Ana said as she hugged him back. “Did the rest of you enjoy that as well?”
   Ana was overwhelmed with the sudden rush of excited adolescents who recounted what they saw and did while in Dimensions. Ana listened as they shifted the conversation from the excitement of the amusement park, then they described the different buildings and how there was so much movement and music.
   “The default world in Dimensions is modeled after Jannity Junction, the capital city of New Hope. It was a famous tourist and vacation location on Mother Earth when the original colonists came here,” Johan explained. “It’s said that the music permeated everything there. The natural music calmed people and helped promote clarity. We think it was key to help humans advance in harmonic resonance technology, which is why we have Anti-Grav Suits today.”
   “Well, it’s getting late, so let’s get settled in for the night,” Ana said. It took a long time for the youth to settle in with so much excitement from the visit to Dimensions. Ana watched as the kids talked about all they had seen. Si, it was a good idea! Ana smiled to herself as she settled into bed. It took a long time for them to get to sleep, but finally the sleeping chamber was quiet.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Introducing New Characters in Children of the Guardians

As many of you know, Children of the Guardians is the second book in my SciFi series Harmonic
Wars. I wanted to share one of my favorite scenes with you to introduce some new characters: Florian Hertzog, Donald Frey, Mahmoud Nasser, Dr. Khalid Abbas, and Sam Nimo.

Donald Frey is the personal assistant for Arturo Dominquez, who you remember from Guardians of the Crystal Skulls. Frey is a man of low morals that saw his ticket to power through Arturo, who is now a powerful Senator in the U.S. Congress. The year is 2027, and the G`Alad based Warrior Guild has positioned themselves strategically, physically and politically for their final move against the rest of humanity.

Dr. Khalid Abbas is an archeologist who has discovered the secrets of the Great Pyramid of Giza and has attracted the attention of the Warrior Guild. They sent Frey to meet with Abbas to learn what he may know since the Warrior Guild has a limited number of scientists. But the Balsarius based Science Guild has also sent an agent to check on Abbas, and his name is Mahmoud Nasser. Nasser (an Egyptian) has been trained by the Masu`ri with the help of the Science Guild. During his surveillance, Nasser discovered that the American Donald Frey had beat them to Abbas, so Nasser's handler Florian Hertzog instructed him to kidnap Abbas. But poor Sam Nimo got caught up in the attempt.

Sam Nimo was a Filippino worker in Egypt. He worked long hours at a very minimal pay. Sam's boss gave him food, lodging, and a little over $500 US, half of which he sent home every month to help support his family. His boss confiscated Sam's passport upon arrival, and now he was an indentured servant, who Nasser used to get close to Abbas. Sometimes in life, an innocent bystander gets caught up in the horrific events surrounding them. This is one of those times. I had only intended for Sam to play a very small role, but by the end of this scene, I had decided to expand his character into a major role.

All of these characters play important roles throughout the rest of the series. Please enjoy the following scene from Chapter 6:

Aug 14, 2027
   Mahmoud Nasser watched Donald Frey as he talked to Dr. Khalid Abbas over dinner. Most people took little notice of a waiter, but the American was always diligent in his efforts to hide his purpose. It even appeared that he had an electronic scrambler that interfered with the bug he had planted on Khalid. It was hard to maintain the appearance of busing tables while trying to determine what a G`Alad agent wanted with this innocent man. Nasser was the best spy that the Masu`ri had, and he was going to find out the intent. For many years, the G`Alad had focused on the search for the lost Pyraportal and its inhabitants, while they ignored the most obvious organization that the Egyptian Government protected. The Masu`ri identified what Arturo and the G`Alad were up to in the United States and were quick to block any attempts inside their country.
   Nasser was a modern Egyptian recruited by the Masu`ri early in his career in the Intelligence Community. His ability to gather valuable facts undercover had helped the Egyptians discover several political plots by terrorist organizations to gain control of the main public offices. He had long since left the Egyptian government and was now fully employed by the Masu`ri, who paid much better. Nasser was in his early 30’s, with thick, wavy, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and naturally tanned skin. To the average citizen, he was pretty much nondescript, making him ideally suited to intelligence gathering. He intently listened as he cleared the dishes away from the table across the room.
   Don was a good listener to Khalid who eagerly talked about his findings on the Great Pyramid of Giza and other notable relics around the world that might be somehow connected. As the hours passed by through dinner and followed by strong Turkish coffee, Don finally came around to turning the tide of the conversation.
   “Khalid, we like your research. It’s remarkable, but we feel that the Egyptian government won’t let any additional experiments resume on the Great Pyramid itself. Wouldn’t you agree?” Don asked.
   “I have asked several times in the past, but my requests were all rejected almost immediately,” Khalid said. “This time, I have proof that linkages exist to other locations around the world and can prove it without having to alter the pyramid dramatically. I have developed a working model of a hydrogen power plant that is 1/100th the size of the Great Pyramid. If we can temporarily rebuild the capstone, I believe it’s possible to restart the world power grid from the Great Pyramid. If we’re not permitted to do this, then I believe we can access one of the magnetic conjunction points and send energy to the Great Pyramid.”
   “Did you have an alternate location in mind?” Don asked.
   “Yes,” Khalid replied, “The Sand Sea, near the Gilf Kebir Plateau, in Libya. It’s the location of what I believe to be an ancient nuclear blast site as is evident by the vast quantities of so-called ‘dessert glass’. An alternative site would be the Indus River Valley, but reportedly that location still has high radioactive levels.”
   Don smiled and said, “We’ll gladly fund your research giving you full credit for your discoveries, but we’ll control of the findings.”
   “Do you represent the United States in this matter, or is this a private organization?” Khalid asked.
   “My benefactors wish to remain anonymous at this time,” Don answered. “Why? Does it really matter to you?”
   “Actually, it does to some extent,” Khalid replied. “The costs associated with this research may be prohibitive for a private organization. Unless you can put up $500 million per year for the next five years, I’m afraid we’re wasting each other’s time.”
   “I understand that. Will you accept a check?” Don asked with a straight face.
Nasser had enough to report now as Khalid’s eyes lit up with anticipation. He hated to set things into motion that would dash the hopes of an otherwise brilliant man, but it was all for the greater good. Nasser walked back to the kitchen with the tub full of dirty dishes and walked out of the kitchen. He heard the owner yell for him to return or be fired, but Nasser just continued. Nasser drove back to his villa and entered through the garage. As he walked to his hidden office in the basement, he immediately approached the Hololink to report.
   As the gray mists faded away in the dark basement office, the face of Commandant Florian Hertzog came into focus. The blonde-haired-blue-eyed man looked intently at Nasser.
   “Ah, Agent Nasser. How’re things in Egypt?” Florian asked.
   “Commandant, Donald Frey has made direct contact with Dr. Khalid Abbas,” Nasser reported in his thick Egyptian accent. “Frey offered to fund all of his research.”
   “Do you have any indication that our dear Mr. Frey has contacted the G`Alad in Egypt?” Florian asked.
   “No, sir. He came from the airport directly to Dr. Abbas’ lecture and was able to sit down and have dinner with him. They talked at length about his plans to prove that a World Power Grid once existed with the Great Pyramid of Giza providing energy.”
   “Interesting,” Florian frowned. “The Director of Antiquities won’t permit it, of that I’m certain.”
   “They plan to run the test either in the Libyan Desert or the Indus River Valley,” Nasser explained.
   “They said any involvement at the pyramid would be minimal.”
   “Okay, that’s significant,” Florian said rather urgently. “Find a way to delay them until I can get there with some help. I’ll contact you there tomorrow.”
   “What would you have me do?” Nasser asked. “Kidnap him?”
   “Not a bad idea,” Florian smiled. “I like the way you think! I have a couple of calls to make to update my colleagues on your findings. You kidnap him, and then we’ll come in to rescue him!”
   “Sir? I’m not an agent; I just gather information,” Nasser said. “Kidnapping seems extreme … I thought we were the good guys here?”
   “Oh, we are,” Florian said. “But if we don’t do something decisive like this, what the G`Alad will do will be much worse. This is an emergency, and you’re the only one I trust with this. I’ll triple your regular fees. Stay with him and make sure you update me the second anything changes. You have no boundaries on this, do you understand?”
   “I understand triple my fees and no boundaries, but does that also mean no retribution? And can I get that in writing?” Nasser asked.
   “Yes, I’ll send you something. Get back there and don’t let anything happen to Abbas!”
The gray mist faded as the Commandant severed the link. Nasser was glad that he had the forethought to put a tracer on Khalid as well as the bug. As long as Khalid was not right beside the American, he would be able to track his movements. Nasser retrieved his Uplink and initiated the tracking software. Khalid was alone in his hotel suite as far as Nasser could tell. Khalid was very unsuccessfully singing along with the music station on the TV. Nasser thought, Nobody who sings that bad would do it in front of someone else! Something was not right about Khalid trying to sing Country and Western music with his thick Egyptian accent.
Nasser loaded a black duffle bag into his car and hurried back to the hotel. He would have to sneak back in and had to wait until he could take someone’s place, which could mean another kidnapping. This was getting more expensive. Nasser typically just gathered information, but that didn’t mean he lacked the skills for other things.

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   Sam Nimo, the desk clerk, walked and grumbled about having to dump out the trash for the office manager. He was happy to have a job, but he hated his station in life. He worked and lived in a foreign country that looked down on people like him. His family in the Philippines was destitute, and there were no jobs there. Sam worked as slave labor at the whim of his boss, who kept him and the others under his thumb at all times. The company drove them to and from work, and he shared the small two-room apartment with six other guys in his same status.
   Sam was 5’5” tall, with short, dark hair and a warm smile. He was very fit and worked out every day. He was so proud of his washboard abs and enjoyed the Kempo classes he took. It was his one and only luxury that he was permitted, and it helped him to make it through the long days at work.
Like his roommates, Sam sent the majority of his money home to take care of his parents, brothers, and sisters. He was not married, but he had several girlfriends back home. Oh, how he missed them! Sam thought about how much he missed his family and friends when he felt a strong hand cover his mouth, and a needle stick him in the neck. Sam woke up some time later in the trunk of a car: scared, naked, and tied up. Sam thought to himself, This is not going to be a good day!

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   Nasser smiled as he walked through the halls. He pushed a cart with a bottle of wine and glasses and wore the newly acquired desk clerk’s uniform. His badge and clothes enabled him to get back in past security. He had waited for nearly an hour before someone came close enough to him to grab. Nasser was sure that the maid’s clothes would not work, so he passed on the first four people who came to the dumpster. He didn't want to kill the young man, so Nasser secured him in the trunk and decided to deal with him later.
   As Nasser continued down the hall, he could tell that Khalid was still alone as every so often a song would come on that prompted him to start his blood-curdling singing that was about to drive Nasser insane. Nasser walked the entire floor to sweep for planted devices or loitering people.
   As Nasser approached Khalid’s doorway, he used his notebook to identify two devices that transmitted video and sound back to a live agent. This meant someone was actively monitoring. Nasser knocked on a door down the hall from Khalid’s room and delivered the wine from room service. Now that he had the layout of the floor, he stepped away to the service elevator and stopped at the next floor down. There Nasser found the entrance to the service corridors and climbed his way back up to the previous floor and up into the crawl space in the ceiling. After a few minutes, he found the cameras that obviously watched the hallway and door to Khalid’s room. Nasser recorded a loop to send information and re-programed it to run by a remote that he controlled. He would have three minutes once activated, which would be plenty of time.
   Nasser exited the crawl space and made his way out of the service corridor on the floor below. The return to the kitchen was uneventful, and he explained to the supervisor that the couple in room 1643 also wanted a bottle of Chardonnay and two more glasses, as they would be entertaining guests that evening. Nasser picked up another tray with glasses and a decanter of Chardonnay and placed them on a cart with a large tablecloth that covered it and made his way up the service elevator to the 16th floor. Just before the 15th floor, he activated the remote and the loop. Nasser walked down to room 1658, activated his electronic jammer and knocked on the door.
   “Who is it?” Khalid asked through the closed door.
   “Room service,” replied Nasser.
Khalid opened the door and said, “I didn’t order room service.”
   “Yes, one of the patrons from this afternoon sent it to you,” lied Nasser. “She said to tell you she loved your presentation and would be up to see you shortly if you like. I’m to wait for an answer.”
Khalid smiled, “She? Oh, I am the lucky one today!”
   “May I wheel this inside please?” Nasser asked.
   “Oh yes, please do be coming inside,” Khalid said excitedly.
   Nasser pushed the cart inside the room, placed the wine on the table, and poured a glass. Khalid fumbled around for his wallet about to give a tip when Nasser shot him with the tranquilizer gun. Almost immediately, Khalid slumped to the ground. Nasser helped Khalid gently down to the floor and scanned him for any stray electronics that the opposition may have placed on him during dinner. The first thing he found was his own tracking device. Nasser removed it and continued the scan and found two more, which he placed on the bed. Nasser put Khalid on the bottom of the cart with the tablecloth to cover him up so that nobody could see him and exited the room with Khalid. He pushed the cart to the service entrance and picked up some dishes from someone else’s room service that was lying in the hall. Everything worked very smoothly and before long, he drove away down the road with two hostages in his trunk – issue totally under control.
   Nasser smiled until he pulled up to his villa and noticed a black van parked across the street.

                                                                      *     *     *

   Khalid woke up cramped up in the dark. The second thing he noticed was that his head ached as if he had a bad hangover. Khalid tried to rise and banged his head on something over him. He was confused and scared when he realized that his hands were tied behind his back.
   “Where the hell am I?” Khalid said.
   “You’re in the trunk,” a voice close by replied.
   “Who’s that?” Khalid asked.
   “I’m Sam Nimo, the desk clerk at your hotel.”
   “Are you all right?” Khalid replied.
   “Not really. I’m stuck in a trunk with you!” Sam replied.
   “I meant, are you injured?” Khalid asked.
   “No, I’m okay except for one small problem,” Sam answered. “Somebody took my clothes.”
   Khalid thought about that for a moment then remembered that room service delivered a bottle of white wine to his room. Khalid’s eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness of the trunk, and he could now make out details of his surroundings. They were indeed in the trunk of a car, and they were driving somewhere. As his head continued to clear from the grogginess, he could make out the small Filipino man that had greeted him at the front desk this morning. Sam was completely naked and lying uncomfortably close beside him.
   “Great God Almighty!” Khalid exclaimed. “Have these dogs no shame? They stripped you of your clothes and even your underwear?”
   “No, I didn’t wear any today,” Sam replied. “I woke up this morning in a hurry and couldn’t find any, so I just left them off. Talk about bad timing!”
   Khalid laughed. “Incredibly, my friend! Incredibly!”
   “So you see, you don’t really have it so bad after all. At least you’re dressed!”
   “No, you have just proven that it can be worse,” said Khalid who was thinking now about how to get out of this. “Are you tied up?”
   “Yes. Why?”  Sam said
   “Maybe if we turn around back to back we can get each other’s hands free before we stop,” said Khalid.
   “Okay, let’s try,” Sam said.
   Both men struggled for a few minutes as they tried to turn around inside of the cramped and dark trunk. Finally, they maneuvered back to back; Khalid began to feel around for Sam’s arms.
   “Where are your hands?” Khalid said.
   “At the end of my arms. Hey, that’s my ass you’re grabbing,” Sam exclaimed as he moved his arms around to where Khalid was feeling.
   “Sorry,” Khalid was sure he was blushing terribly, but there was nothing else he could do. “Okay, I can feel your hands now. Seems like they used duct tape. Give me a second. There we go!” Khalid unwrapped Sam’s hands. He, in turn, unwrapped Khalid’s hands and they worked themselves down so they could untie their feet as well.
   “Now, see if you can find anything that we can use as a weapon,” Khalid said. They felt around for a few minutes and felt the car leave the pavement and start to drive on dirt.
   “Oh, that’s not good,” Sam said. “They’re going to stop, and that can’t be a good thing.”
   “It’s going to be okay, Sam,” said Khalid in as calm a voice as he could muster. “We just have to jump out together and attack them as soon as they open the trunk. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side. Did you find anything we can use as a weapon?”
   “I’m still feeling around. Wait, I think I have something!” Sam pulled up a roadside emergency kit from behind him.
   “Perfect! See if there are any flares inside,” Khalid exclaimed. They opened the kit and found three flares and a tire iron, as the car slowed.
   “Yes! You take two flares, and I’ll take the tire iron and the last flare,” said Khalid as the car ground to a halt. Then he continued in a whisper, “Remember, we have the element of surprise. Jump up, scream and start the flares as soon as the trunk opens, but don’t burn me!”
They heard the car door opened, and a person slowly walked to the back of the car. The seconds passed until they heard a voice.
   “You know your element of surprise works better when you’re not screaming your intentions in the trunk.”
   “Damn!” said Khalid. “What do you want with us?”
   “Actually, I’m helping you escape – you’re being hunted by some very bad people. I’ll let you out to sit in the front on two conditions.”
   “Okay, we’re listening!” Khalid answered.
   “First, drop the tire iron and all three flares. Second, the freaky, little desk clerk has to put his clothes back on.”
   Khalid winced as he realized that their captor had indeed heard everything. In the excitement, they were much louder than he thought.
   “We’ll do as you ask. Now, will you please let us out?” Khalid asked.
   “See that large, white latch beside you that says TRUNK RELEASE?”
   Khalid certainly felt like a fool now. Tentatively he pulled the latch directly in front of his face and the trunk opened immediately. Khalid recognized the smiling face of the man who had delivered the wine to his room. He stood about 10 feet away from the end of the car with Sam’s clothes in one hand and a gun pointed at them in the other, and patiently waited for them to get out. The sun had begun to set in the desert, and the temperature had dropped. They were clearly miles away from anything and were completely at his mercy.
   “I’m Mahmoud Nasser,” he said as he threw the clothes to Sam. “But my friends call me Nasser.”

I hope you enjoyed the scene above as much as I enjoyed writing it. We have bundled books one
and two together for $8 off the regular price through

The official release of Children of the Guardians will be April 10th for all ebook formats. We will celebrate it on the radio on Coast to Coast AM with George Noory.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Caravan to Midnight Show!

It was a great pleasure to be able to return to John B. Wells' show Caravan to Midnight on Feb 6, 2018, and what a fantastic show it was! My first show with John was on August 20th, 2015,
and I remember it well. It was my first major radio show to a large audience that I had ever done before. I was having some serious back problems at the time and was concerned about being able to stay up for the entire show. I had 3 herniated disks, but I refused to take any muscle relaxers or pain killers so that I could stay sharp minded. I got all tucked into my recliner with my support pillows and laptop and dialed into the show, ready to go. That's when I found out that Caravan to Midnight would also be broadcast on video. I was petrified at the thought. I believe even one of the listeners commented that I looked like Jabba the Hut! To make matters worse, I was so excited that I don't think I gave John much of a chance to even ask question! I talked pretty much non-stop for 2 hours. At the end of the interview, I was exhausted, my back was hurting, but I was still pumped. I remember John offering to get a beer with me if I ever got up to his neck of the woods, and that he would be glad to host me again once I got the second book done. What a wonderful person! I don't think he expected it to be so long before I got Children of the Guardians published, but as promised, He had me back on his show.

Now this second interview was MUCH better. Now that I have been on many other shows I was much more relaxed like a seasoned guest. We had a blast. On any show the guest and the interviewer start off with talking points to help guide the conversation. I felt like the conversation flowed really good as we went for talking point to talking point. John and I both had a great time, and once he invited me to come back, but not to wait 2 years for the next show.

We talked about the Great Pyramid, of course. But we also talked about standardized tuning of A440 vs A432. I noticed that John being an avide guitar player was very interested in what happens to guitar strings when tuned at the different frequencies. Here I included a visual that shows the tunings at A440 and added what happens to the frequencies at a half step down. Then you can see how the strings change to whole frequency numbers under the A432 base tuning. The interesting part in this is what happenes when you reduce these numbers to a single digid by adding all the digits together. Under A440, the 6th string frequency is "82.41" so you add 8+2+4+1 = 15. Then you add 1+5 = 6, for your final reduced number of 6. Nikola Tesla has a great quote that fits here: Tesla “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9 then you would have a key to the universe."

So if you continue to reduce all the A440 base tuned strings the 5th string is reduced to 2, 4th string to 4, 3rd string to 7, the 2nd string is 7, and the 1st string is reduced to 5. No pattern emerges. But at base tuning of A432 we see an amazing pattern: 6th string is 9, 5th string is 9, 4th string is 9 3rd string is 3, 2nd string is 9, and the 1st string is 9. Even the number 432 is reduced to 9. Remember Tesla's quote: Tesla “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9 then you would have a key to the universe." I believe he is referring directly to harmonic resonance in hios quote, but I may be biased. :-)

We talked about the Schumann Resonance that was discovered by German physicist W
infried Otto Schumann in 1952. This is the super low frequency of our planet, and fluctuates around 8 Hz. THe normal person can hear between 20 to 20,000 Hz. While we can't hear this sound, we can feel it's effects and it can be recorded. Christopher Dunn recorded this resonance very prominantly at the Great Pyramid and many other places in Egypt in the 2 - 9 Hz range. I had some people in the past shows as me about the Schumann frequency and how there are reports that it has risen to as high as 17 Hz, and that it is ushering in a general rise in our consiousness.

I don't know what's in your news feeds, but mine shows a civilization filled with hate for hate's sake, and young morons taking the Tide Pod Challenge! I've recently had some serious question about Flat Earth. Unbelievable in my mind, but true questions all the same. I'm not very hopeful that we are going to a higher level at this point, but those are just my thoughts on the matter. But I thank Elon Musk for the proof otherwise, and I hope that kills at least that one stupid conversation.

I will update this post with some screen shots of our interview shortly. This was a fantastic interview, and if you would like to listen, then please go to where you can purchase just one show or get a low monthly subscription.

John B. Wells and I, Feb 6, 2018

Wow! Our portion of the show went almost 3 hours! Time flies when you're having fun. here I'm discussing with John the convoluted process for publishing a book, and the considerable costs associated with Independent authors that traditional publishers can avoid. We have to pay for allt he publishing, editing, pirinting and art work ahead of time. But as John indicates, we get a much better percentage, but not the same volume of advertising. It's a trade off.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Beyond Reality Radio Interview

Hello and welcome to my blog on Harmonic Wars!

Harmonic Wars is a SciFi series that could be considered historical SciFi. I use facts surrounding numerous ancient sites to create a futuristic tale that connects our distant past with the near future. Some of the focal points included are the Great Pyramid of Giza, Stonehenge, Gobekli Tepe, Puma Punku, Machu Picchu, the Hopi Mesa settlements, Cahokia Mounds, and Track Rock Ruins to name a few. The premise for Harmonic Wars is that this is not Biblical Earth, but a colony that was settled by humans thousands of years ago. Due to a terrible war that was fought to a standstill, the remaining civilization became fragmented and reverted to a pre-industrial society, ultimately forgetting their origins.

Tonight we will discuss the Great Pyramid of Giza, cymatic experiments, standardized tuning (A440 Hz vs. A432 Hz), and how all this influenced me while writing Harmonic Wars.

Figure One

Figure one is a cutaway visual that Christopher Dunn uses in his book "The Giza Powerplant" published Aug 1, 1998. In this book, he outlines the possibilities of what the inner passages could have been used for. In this case, he states it could have been a microwave generator. I admire him and his thoughts on this pyramid because he acknowledges that what we see of the Great Pyramid are the skeletal remains of a great machine that operated many thousands of years ago. One thing is certain: it was never a tomb for any pharaoh. In ancient Egypt, the pharaohs were considered gods. In the Valley of Kings, we have found many burial tombs of several pharaohs, and each one is opulently decorated. Every inch is richly decorated with reliefs, paintings, etc. But not one religious writing or painting ever existed inside the pyramids, nor were any mummies found.

Figure two courtesy
Recently a new chamber was discovered above the Grand Gallery by tracking cosmic rays (muons). It is nearly as large as the Grand Gallery at 98 feet in length. A second smaller chamber or void was located above the entrance. Plans are being made now for a mission to discover these chambers if the Ministry of Antiquities will give the scientists permission.

What are cymatic experiments? Cymatics is the study of how sound impacts matter. Generally, researchers use a tone generator under a plate of sheet metal or other thin membrane and place salt or sand on top of the plate. As the frequencies are increased, the salt takes different shapes, becoming more complex at the higher frequencies. If you searched the internet for examples of cymatic experiments, you would see videos like this:

Q: How does A440 tuning fit in with all this?
A: Nikola Tesla said: “If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” He also said, “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9 then you would have a key to the universe.” The term 440 Hz means that there are 440 waves per second, meaning that your eardrum will vibrate 440 times per second so that you can hear that particular sound. The higher the pitch, the greater the number of hertz or beats/waves per second. In our musical history, a variety of concert pitches were used to include 415, 428, 430, 435, and 466.

432 Hz resonates with the fundamental heartbeat of the Earth, around 8hz, which is caused by lightning discharges in the atmosphere, This is known as Schumann resonance and is named after German physicist Winfried Otto Schumann, who documented it mathematically in 1952. 432 Hz is the harmonic intonation of nature. But A440 is “Disharmonic” to nature. Beginning at 8 Hz and going up the scale 5 octaves you will reach C at 256Hz, and the scale includes a frequency of A432 Hz. Conversely, beginning at A440 the same C note is fragmented at 261.656Hz.

The sound is also much different. Songs tuned to A432 Hz have a more melodious and warm sound, whereas at A440 they become harsh, almost tense. The American Standards Association adopted A440 in 1936, and most America music had adopted the tuning as early as 1926. After WWII, the European markets were flooded with American musical instruments designed to A440.

Another country pushing this thought it was paramount that all countries migrated to A440 for Europe. A delegate was sent to persuade the British Institute of Standards who successfully got an agreement to start the migration in 1939. He was from Germany, and his name was the Nazi Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels. Conspiracy theory has it that this ushered in the beginning of the New World Order, as A440 tuning is inherently out of sync with the “divine music of the universe.” It causes tension, while A432 Hz promotes harmony. I don’t like most conspiracy theories, but just the fact that the Nazi’s wanted to do this is enough for me to question the purpose of A440 tuning.

Illuminati conspiracy theorists will love this: There is additional evidence that Rockefeller had an impact on the move to A440 in America, while Rothschild did in GB.

Figure three
Do the Cymatic experiments show any differences between A440 and A432?  YES! Watch this video:

Notice how the majority of the sounds at A432 are better formed than at A440. Going through the countless examples gave me a headache. There are thousands of videos with examples. Figure three details the different frequencies when tuning a guitar.

For a side by side comparison, you can check out YouTube

Tonight, we are running a special book bundle on Harmonic Wars. You can get book one "Guardians of the Crystal Skulls" and the newly published book two "Children of the Guardians" for $8 off the regular price. Just go to and order your copies now. This is a limited offer. 

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Monday, January 15, 2018

Milestones and Upcoming events!

Good Morning Everyone!!

I'm grateful and blessed that my SciFi book Children of the Guardians book two in the Harmonic Wars series is now beginning to sell! This is a huge milestone for me that many of you know began in 2011. Perseverance, commitment, and hard work are the only things that will help make your goals or your dreams a reality. Never give up!

I'm also happy to say that my "dance card" is starting to fill in nicely! We are taking advantage of our delayed official release by working on our marketing strategy. Why the delayed release? We are sending queries to professional book reviewers who want an advanced copy to read before the official release. Most o them require 3 months advanced notice, so we are pushing hard to contact them now and get copies into their hands. This is important to reach new audiences. As part of our marketing strategy we are setting up radio interviews, and have confirmed several interviews already. I would like to share these with you now!

- Jan 22, 2018 - Beyond Reality Radio, starring Jason Hawes (Ghost Hunters) and JV Johnson (TAPS ParaMagazine). The show starts 11 PM CST at This is a relatively new show that is growing to stations all over the US, so check the website for local radio stations/. It's always fun reaching out to new audiences, and I'm really looking forward to being introduced to this audience. 

- April 10, 2018 - Coast to Coast AM, starring George Noory.  I am so excited about returning to Coast to Coast AM! My last show was October 12, 2015 to promote the release of book one, Guardians of the Crystal Skulls, and now I am returning to promote book two. What better place to release book two? I'm looking forward to reconnecting with this audience. I have grown considerably as a guest speaker, and can now look forward to more frequent interviews on the bigger shows like this. You can catch the show at and Sirius XM channel 146. Check website for local radio stations.

- April 13, 2018 - Conversations Magazine, starring Cyrus Webb 12:30 PM CST at  Wow! A daytime interview is a first for me! Cyrus is on the Conversations Radio Network now three times a day, talking to authors and artists about their current works. This will be the first interview for me that has a primary focus on my book instead of my research into ancient artifacts and ruins of past civilizations. I hope to talk about the Land of Dreams and it's connection to the thousands of alternate dimensions, Anti-Grav Suits, and the empathic characters. While most of my characters were modeled after people I know, I can safely say none of them have the empathic abilities I describe in Harmonic Wars.

We have several other radio shows we are in discussion with after our official release in April. Our goal is to expand into TV shows, so watch for those to come up very soon as well! Some people have
asked what's the difference between the official release copy and the pre-release copy of Children of the Guardians. There is no difference! You can get the book NOW if you go to After April 10th, we will release the book on Kindle, Nook, and iBooks, but printed copies will only be available through 3L Publishing initially.

Have a fantastic week!

~D.B. Stearns

Friday, December 29, 2017

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Wow! What a year it has been! I look back on this last year, and I am happy with what we have accomplished. First, we published Children of the Guardians (CoG). That is my dream come true, and I give thanks to God. Without Him, I can do nothing.

As many of you might remember, I started CoG as my first book in the Harmonic Wars series, The title of the book was just going to be Harmonic Wars, but when my publisher convinced me that this book was too big to publish as a first-time author, I decided to shelve the project, and change my approach. I knew that the story was solid, but it needed more. I had been toying with the idea of writing a short story to help launch the book by telling the origins of the Guardians and how Arturo fell into darkness. As I started the first draft, I quickly changed my mind and decided to make Harmonic Wars into a series. I began this journey in 2011, and this dream has finally become a reality. For that, I owe much to my wife and my family for their continuing support. My wife is a remarkable woman who I am lucky to call my sweetheart. She has sacrificed so much to help us achieve this dream.

Next week I will make my goals for next year, and the plans to successfully achieve those goals. My goals will take a balanced approach to dramatically improve my health, finances, spiritual, and business aspects of my life. Watch out 2018...this is the year that everything changes!

We have made much progress this year on a personal level as well, making many improvements on our home, and being blessed enough to help our parents out as they continue to age gracefully. It is an honor to be able to give back to them because they gave so much to us over the years. I only wish that I could do more.

I want to personally thank each of you reading this post for sharing in our lives. I wish each of you a prosperous New Year filled with joy as you realize some of your dreams this coming year. Join us in making 2018 a banner year by ordering your copy of Children of the Guardians available now at

Monday, November 13, 2017

Children of the Guardians: Prologue

Children of the Guardians, book two in the Harmonic Wars series is now available for pre-release
orders. The books will be delivered just in time for Christmas, so get your orders in now, only through

We are now planning the official release for Feb of 2018. Producing and publishing a book of this size and complexity required a lot more work than I imagined. It took us over 8 months to complete the editing process, but we are now satisfied that this 660 page book will totally blow your minds. But just for our fans, we decided to do a limited print for this Christmas, which is why it is available only through 3L Publishing.

To celebrate this milestone, I am posting the Prologue for your reading enjoyment. This important part of the story sets the stage for the remainder of this book. It gives you a glimpse of the beginning of the war, and the role Shihan played. It also introduces Manny Alvarez, one of several major characters that I added to this story. One important change you'll see in this book is that each chapter is broken up into scenes that are titled. I did this to help break up the long chapters and give the readers a natural stopping point within each chapter.

I hope you enjoy this, and please, order your copies now!



“Evacuate, evacuate!” the voice screamed over the PA system in the ship hanger. “Load all command ships and launch immediately! This is not a drill.”
   People rushed to the ships as the giant globe of Ark II loomed in the sky above. The planet shuddered as the gravitational forces pulled at the tectonic plates of the mostly crystal world. The command crews of the last warships had already been loaded and were busy prepping for take-off as the remaining soldiers, scientists, maintenance workers and then family members boarded in that order. They quickly moved as they knew that failure to board was a certain death sentence.
   “Ark II, please respond,” Major Blane pleaded. “You’re on a collision course and must change immediately!”
   “There’s no response, Major,” Vice Admiral Hektor replied. The powerfully built man had a determined look on his darkly tanned face. “They’re approaching the point of no return. We must assume that the Balsarius killed the Command Crew of Ark II and put the ship on a crash course with us. Continue the evacuation from the Command Module aboard the Theia.”
   “Admiral, we only have 12 hours before Ark II slams into us. Any ship not off-world in 10 hours won't escape the blast zone. We can't get the entire colony out of here in time,” Blane answered desperately.
   “Admiral Ares is well aware of that. Keep pushing them and get those transport ships off the ground,” Hektor replied grimly.
   As each ship reached its capacity, they departed for the safety of space. But as the ships left the remaining colonists became more and more frantic to board. Chaos soon took over until the heavy hand of the Warrior Guild took over. Gunfire erupted into the growing mob as a spray of bullets murdered the scared civilians. The remaining transports departed half filled as the angry mob of frightened civilians descended upon the loading docks. Unspeakable atrocities began as the realization of certain death settled on the stranded citizens. Ares watched the display from the comfort of his command ship the Argus, as the last transport departed 30 minutes early.
   “Vice Admiral Hektor, did we meet our baseline objectives?” Ares asked over the Vidlink between the two ships.
   “Aye Sir,” Hektor replied from the Theia with a stern look on his face. “We evacuated all the warriors and their gear, a five year supply of food and materials and enough engineers and maintenance workers to make needed repairs on the Warships. The last 10 transport ships were all civilians.”
   “Do we have an estimate of civilian casualties?” Ares asked.
   “We left behind nearly seven million men, women, and children.”
   Ares swore, “The Balsarius will pay for this.”
   “Should we attempt an assault on Martius or Typhon?”
   “Negative. Martius will never survive the blast, and Typhon may still be too close. Send the fleet to Titan. Hopefully, it will be far enough away to escape the majority of the damage. I sent Captain Linus ahead to secure the abandoned colony there. I believe the Balsarius and Masu`ri both still have contingents of scientists. I’m sure we can change their loyalty to our cause,” Ares said with a sick smile. “Execute!”
   “Aye-aye, Sir,” Hektor replied and nodded before the Vidlink ended.

   Hours later a tremendous explosion rocked the small solar system as Nibiru, the fifth planet from the sun, was obliterated by the massive migration ship, the Ark II. The explosion was so intense that the fourth planet Martius was caught in the blast as debris rained down so violently that it all but blew the atmosphere into space, destroying the millions of people stranded there. Even the third planet, Typhon did not escape the damage, though it would survive.
   The G`Alad-based Warrior Guild had lost the battle, and their remaining forces were now in full retreat from the colonists. Admiral Ares was the last remaining tie to the vision of glory given to him as his real mission on this voyage. He had not overestimated his opponents, but his commanders certainly had done so. At least he had been able to send off one last message before they were cut off from home. With the Space Portal destroyed and no way of being able to determine the solar system’s new harmonic frequencies, it was impossible to reopen them to bring reinforcements. Any reinforcements would have to travel here from the other side of the galaxy, and that would take thousands of years, but at least they were on their way. The remaining forces here were at a standoff from a weapons’ standpoint. The Warrior Guild could not attack Typhon and survive, but at least they had destroyed the Balsarius’ mobility without hope of being able to rebuild or repair. However, the cost had been tremendous. Now they had to rebuild what they could.
   Ares sat at his desk and planned the campaign with his Political Advisor Commander Menelaos that his remaining forces would have to execute over the next several centuries as they waited for reinforcements. At least he had youth on his side, and with the use of the stasis pods and the Klah weapons, he could prolong his life span over the centuries. As Ares thought about his Klah weapons, he heard Klaxon’s song. The voices of Klaxon were always there in his head, but they sang a little louder whenever Ares thought about them. Now Klaxon seemed irritated at his reluctance to act sooner. He had never failed at a mission, and he only considered this a setback. It was a serious setback, but he could still turn this in his favor and claim victory in the end. Their lack of accurate intelligence on the advancements in the colonists’ weaponry had been the one thing they could not overcome. Well, that and the colonists’ resolve against being overrun. He had to admit their plan was an uncharacteristic move that caught them all off guard. Now, he would have to rely on subterfuge and espionage. He was much better at that than his opponents were, so it was only a matter of time and for now.
   He was confident that the Balsarius had also been able to get a message off to their home world, too. That meant that they expected reinforcements as well. Now, his mission was to upset the balance of power before any forces arrived for either side. This would be a challenge, and he loved a challenge. His superiors in the G’Alad ruling council had made it clear in their last Pyraportal transmission, that failure would be his “undoing”. Being G’Alad had its rewards, but it certainly had its downside as well. Inability to meet an objective could mean either the end of his career or the end of his life – and that had a tendency to motivate people.
   Klaxon sang loudly now as images formed in Ares’ mind. They needed a different approach. Images flowed freely into his thoughts as the plan developed. This was going to take a long time, but the promise of success was very compelling.

Shihan’s Prophecy

   Safely tucked inside the home base, Commandant Richard Evans waited inside his chambers. He realized the Admiral had gotten the better of him, and General Marcus Kahn had been right from the start. The only thing that had saved them was that General Kahn’s superior intelligence network had uncovered the plans for the coup. The Fleet’s treachery was responsible for the millions of needlessly slaughtered colonists. His heart ached as he wept quietly over their loss. They had some time now to grieve for their lost loved ones, but he could not afford for others to see him like this. He had been resilient in front of them all, and he knew that had been a major contributing factor to their success. If I had only heeded the Kahn’s warning earlier, we might have been able to do more!
   Now Evans’ biggest fear was realized. The treacherous Admiral had escaped their trap. Evans knew he could not match Ares’ wit and skill in strategic planning and that it was now a race for survival. At least Kahn was on his side and not with the Admiral. True, he had just resigned, but Evans knew Kahn would never stay retired for long, so he was not particularly worried about that. He felt more concerned about reinforcements. If only there was a way to bring them here quicker. Well, nothing could be done about that now. He only wished he could see the Admiral’s face when they realized the Balsarius had seized control of Ark II. Bet he didn’t see that one coming!
   Evans now returned to the desk that sat in the room adjacent to his living quarters. There was no more time to grieve. Evans had critical work to do. Looking through the stacks of reports that had filled his inbox, he set his mind to the task of piecing things back together. Damage reports seemed to be the norm. Nothing worked right, and they would be hard-pressed to be able to repair any of the drive systems for Ark 1. The components were just not available, nor were the raw materials here to create them. He continued reading report after report trying very hard to find anything positive to which he could cling. They had all the best and brightest scientific minds, but the labs and most of the advanced equipment had been destroyed or confiscated by the enemy in the battles. At least the stasis pods and primary weapons systems are operational. For now, that would have to be enough. They could maintain the orbit around the planet and defend themselves, but that was about it. The Commandant knew that over time, much would be forgotten and that played out better for the G`Alad.
   Evans thumbed through the documents and scanned for an update from the Religious Council. Surely, they had something more positive to say! He found the report, read it and found it uplifting and very promising. They had downloaded a new technology in the last data transfer that could change the balance of power back in their favor. That is, if they could recreate this Anti-Gravity Tech here.

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   After giving his final report and formally retiring from Military service, the former General Marcus Kahn silently walked to his quarters. Now his only real title was that of his martial arts training: Shihan. The last year had exhausted him as he tried desperately to lead the political leaders through the campaign. It was much harder than he had expected. These so-called leaders could not grasp the concept that their enemies wanted to exterminate them for no other reason than pure greed and hatred. If only I could have made my case earlier, we would be in a much better position now.  However, there was nothing that could be done about that at the moment. At least presently, they would listen more carefully when he said it was time for action. Their hesitation cost them dearly, and only time would tell if they could or should rebuild the former guilds. He felt certain that he wanted no part of that mess in any case.
   Shihan entered his sparsely decorated quarters and was glad to be alone at last. He bathed in the ionic shower and changed into his best night robes. The white fabric’s silky feel was comfortable and allowed him to get into the proper mindset for his evening meditation. Very few people knew the truth about his existence as a Holy Warrior. The fellow Warriors who had joined him on this quest had sacrificed their lives to ensure that their enemies would not succeed. Now, he was the only one left that could guarantee that their sacrifice was not in vain, as the dark vastness of space prevented any support from immediately arriving. It would be thousands of years before any help would come for either side, so now it was a matter of time to see who came first. For the near future, they were safe. The traitors didn't have the resources for another major assault, nor did they have the ability to create more. His comrades’ sacrifices had tipped the scales back in their favor, but just barely. He would have to wait to mourn their loss until later, but for now, he needed to plan a defense against the revenge the G’Alad was sure to seek.
   “Marcus, you old fool! You’re retired now and can just move on,” Shihan said aloud to himself, unconvincingly.
   He sighed then walked through his living quarters and into his private study. Against the front wall next to the door stood a small but simple altar. Resting on the small table in the center was a symbol made of wood on a small stand. The “Great Circle” symbol was a carved wooden circle with a golden pyramid in the heart of it. The ring was carved with dark flames spinning off the outside in a counter-clockwise motion, while the inside of the circle had very light colored flames turning clockwise toward the golden pyramid in the center, as if drawn to it. This represented the Circle of Life surrounding the Creator and served as a reminder that people lived in the circle of life and served the Creator at the center. Those who rejected the Creator were cast out, but all were welcome. It also reminded Shihan that he was one of a very few left, but he had faith. He knew that the Creator had a plan and that he would be instrumental. To each side of the Great Circle stood two unlit candles, and to each side of the small table stood the two pieces of his Qatassendor with its crystal blades gleaming in the soft light. This was the primary weapon of the Holy Warrior, which gave him strength, protection and prolonged his life to accomplish his mission.
   Shihan humbled himself in front of the altar and knelt on the thick pad directly in front of it. The candles roared to life as he began his ritual prayers to cleanse himself. Shihan placed his hands upon the two pieces of the Qatassendor and quieted his mind until he had no thoughts of his own. The crystal blades now radiated light and enveloped the Holy Warrior in a warm light. The peace Shihan felt in the white void always helped him to find his center, which was his source of calm even in the heat of battle. He envisioned his surroundings falling away until he sat alone in the white void of peace. Then the visions came in a flood. There would be centuries of constant but small battles, unlike the primary offense they had just repelled. Both sides would continue to dance around each other to take control of the innocent settlers. That’s the key! The settlers would play a significant role in the final battles, but their success hinged on the Order of the Holy Warriors, which would be rebuilt. Shihan’s heart sank as he learned that the Council of Enlightened Ones that ruled the Holy Warriors had been betrayed and destroyed. Was he was now the last of the Order? He didn’t know.
   The visions showed upcoming battles and subterfuge that placed evil in charge of the settlers to lead them astray from the Truth. In the balance hung freedom for the humans. It appeared that there would be other new Orders to help, and he would play a small part to establish them. This was going to be a long campaign, even longer than the Crystalline Wars had been. That campaign had been his rebirth into the Order over a thousand years before. The final battles though were not his to fight. He was to prepare the way for the new Orders before he would be taken away for his final battles. Though he could not understand many of the visions he saw, he knew that they were real. His final rest would indeed be a long time in coming, so now was the time to plan.

Arturo Gets a New Suit

December 21, 2008
   Doctor Stan Freeling patiently brushed away the debris from the base of the ancient monument. It was his lifelong dream to be part of the excavation of Gobekli Tepe, so he felt excited when Senator Dominguez offered to fund the project and work out the diplomatic issues between Turkey and the United States. Now, his team had finally made progress on the largest stone henge at the center of the dig site. The perimeter stones they had already uncovered were polished solid red granite that sparkled in the hot sun. Beautiful dragons were carved into all of the upright stones. Carved gargoyles sat atop of the lintel stones, as though guarding the compound.
   It was a beautiful day, with a clear blue sky and gentle breeze that kept Stan cool as he worked on the largest stones in the center on the ancient stone henge. Out of the corner of his eye something flashed and grabbed his attention. He used his brush to dust off what he thought was a rock and felt shocked to see a tiny, green light flashing. He became confused as he continued to uncover the OOPArt or Out-Of-Place-Artifact. He kept working on the black lid, and soon the top portion of a glass container became visible. Through the glass, Stan could see something that resembled black opal. Only he was sure it wasn’t stone. It looked like some type of fabric!
   “Hey, Stan. Whatcha got there?” asked Ben Anderson, as he took off his sunglasses.
   “I think we have a contaminated site. We have an OOPArt,” Stan answered.
   Ben looked over at a middle-aged man with dark skin, dark brown eyes and a well-trimmed beard and a large mole high on his left cheek, and nodded. “Hey, Hafs. We may have found something.”
   Hafs called out to the workers who were carrying off loads of debris, “Break time!”
   Ben walked over to Stan and saw the top of the stasis pod and sighed. “Don’t touch it. I’ll get ole Abdool over here with a camera crew, and we can document the whole thing. In fact, we should bring the Senator in so he can watch us uncover this, as well, don’t you think?”
   “But don’t you see?” asked Stan as he continued to complain. “The integrity of all our findings here will now be in question. We must address this apparently advanced piece of technology. This is tragic!”
   “I wouldn’t exactly say that,” replied the hulking Senator Arturo Dominguez. His thick, dark brown hair fell loosely at his shoulders complemented by a well-trimmed beard. A scar ran up his left cheek and over a lifeless glossy blue eye that contrasted his startlingly green right eye. He wore a loose-fitting tan shirt and khaki pants as he walked from the tent.
   “Ah, Senator Dominguez,” Stan replied as he turned his back on Ben to address Arturo. “Just in time. This is tra- …”
   Ben’s eyes were blackened as he struck. Stan’s eyes opened wide as smoke poured from his chest from the growing hole caused by the Klah weapon, named Kreel, sucking the life force and memories from the brilliant archeologist. Within seconds, Stan became a smoldering corpse that slid off the wicked blade in Ben’s hand.
  “Oh, what a relief!” Ben cried. “If I had to listen to one more lecture from this pompous asshole, I would have clawed my face off!”
   Arturo ignored Ben and sighed with relief as he finally saw the blinking green light on the stasis pod he had buried over 200 years ago.
   “Been a long time coming, huh buddy?” Ben said with a grin.
   “Almost 50 years since the other suit went out,” Arturo said as he tapped the lid to reveal the holographic projection of the entry pad. Arturo placed his hand on the palm interface so that it could read his DNA, and seconds later the lid popped open. He reached inside, felt the warm fabric below and sighed. “I think it’s fine.”
   “Yes!” Ben screamed jubilantly.
   Arturo quickly stripped off his clothes and put on the Anti-Grav Suit over his six-foot-eight-inch tall frame. It only took seconds for Arturo to empty his mind and he completed the interface. His eyes filled with tears as the sounds of the universe around him came rushing back in. It was as though he was blind and could finally see again. The clarity and beauty of his surroundings made his heart pound.
   Arturo softly chuckled. Then the chuckle became a full, hearty laugh.
   “Now, it’s time to finish this,” Ben said as his blackened eyes gleamed. “Come on. Let’s feed on the rest of the digging crew first.”
   Arturo pulled Laxle from the pile of clothes he had just removed and grinned wickedly as his eyes also became blackened.
   “Ana, I’m coming for you,” said Arturo.

Ana and Manny

December 21, 2013
   Over 10,000 years have passed since the battle lines had been drawn and fought to a standstill between the Colonists and the Warrior Guild Fleet. Most of the people had long forgotten the battles of the past and certainly were unaware of the coming storm. Then again, Ana was anything but common.
   She absent-mindedly brushed her long, white hair as she projected nothingness into the people inside the hospital. Then she walked out of the delivery room and into the waiting room with the bundle in her arms. She saw a glimpse of her ageless face against the snow-white hair in a mirror. How long has it been? She did not even know for certain how old she was anymore. She had long since dropped her formal Mayan title of Queen and her surname for a more simplified and modern one. She was now known as Ana Acevedo de Garcia, or just Abuela by her family, though she hardly looked like a grandmother. After she had been bonded to all of the Guardians’ through the Crystal Skulls, her features changed dramatically. Ana’s almond-shaped green eyes now sparkled radiantly against her fair skin. Her hair turned to silvery-white and flowed down the length of her back. Large dimples and a cleft chin showed prominently on her beautiful face. Long, strong legs supported her six-foot tall warrior’s frame. She was perfectly proportioned and the embodiment of beauty in every sense of the word, but she could now feel age setting into her joints and bones. Damn! Time is running out! I must pass this burden off before it is too late. She looked fondly at the infant in her arms and prepared for the ancient “Ceremony of Connection” that she had performed with new family members soon after their births. She thought about how many had not been able to maintain the connection through to the “Rite of Passage” when the child turned six-years old. Nevertheless, she remained vigilant in her search. Even as each child failed to be the one that would eventually release her to her final rest, she continued. But she knew this child would certainly be different than all the rest. Both she and her long lost husband had sacrificed so much. It was too bad that few would ever know.
   Most people had been easy to fall under her control of Compulsion, but she had noticed that it was becoming harder to keep large groups under control.
   “Damn! I must be getting old and weak,” Ana exclaimed as she closed her eyes and searched to make sure she had control of everyone.
   Now she could perform the Ceremony of Connection in peace and without interruption. She carefully removed the ancient relic that hung in the black bag at her side. It still mesmerized her as she saw the incandescent gleam through the Crystal Skull. She placed it on the black silk scarf in the middle of the table and gently placed the infant in front of it. Chanting the ancient Mayan language that was long forgotten she walked around the table three times then stopped at the child. She placed her left palm on the child’s head and reached toward the Crystal Skull with the other. As her outstretched palm inched closer and closer, she saw the familiar, faint glow emanate from the Crystal Skull. Ana suddenly convulsed when she touched the skull and became the conduit from Crystal Skull to the child. The infant’s eyes and mouth flew open wide, not quite into a silent scream, but more in amazement as the incoming images settled into his mind. One thought came to her mind: Manny.
   How can this be? The child was only an infant but was already aware that his name was Manny. Ana knew that the circumstances of Manny's birth would certainly have an impact, but even she was unsure just how big it would be. She felt so tired and ready to reunite with her long lost Love. How much we have sacrificed for so long!
   Ana put the relic away and took Manny to the next birthing room. There the mother and father were in anguish at the stillborn child that the doctors were frantically trying to save. She replaced the dead infant with Manny and replaced the memories of all the people in the room. Ana knew that the young couple would take good care of Manny. She carefully planted the memory of “Ignacio Manuel Alvarez” into the minds of her distant cousins. Ana kissed Manny on the forehead and left the room with tears in her eyes. She then returned to the first birthing room and placed the stillborn child in front of the nurses’ station. She looked sadly at the dead infant and the now empty birthing bed before she left the hospital and released them all from her control.
   With the events of that day and everyone under her control for so long, Ana was exhausted and had nearly reached her limits. She was still very powerful, but this took a lot out of her. She thought back to the last child who reacted so positively and wondered what he was doing.
   “Arturo, where have you been? I know who to ask,” she said out loud to nobody as she walked away from the hospital and found the nearest hotel.
   Ana closed the door to her private room, lay down on the bed with the Crystal Skull on her chest, and closed her eyes. The Land of Dreams flashed before her and she stepped aside from sleep and entered.
   “Alana, I knew you would be here,” Ana said as she looked at her sister. Alana wore the white silk dress that Ana remembered from their battles with Inshae almost 300 years ago. She didn’t appear like the transformed Alana after the death of the Guardians. She was the short, curvy-brown-haired sister Ana fondly remembered.
   “Hello, you old white-haired bat! How old are you now, 900?” Alana smiled and asked.
   “Very funny, Tart. You always did dress like a hussy!” Ana said, as she pointed to Alana’s ample cleavage. “I thought people in the after-life dressed more conservatively?”
   “Ooh, well played. Embarrassingly enough, this is the only thing I can wear that will let you know for certain that it’s me. You see, you have certain limitations. Nothing to be ashamed of,” Alana answered as she sucked on her teeth and looked Ana up and down.
   Tears welled up in Ana's eyes as she embraced Alana in a fierce hug.
   Alana stroked Ana's hair. “I know dear sister. This is hard.”
   Ana took a deep sigh, steadied herself and pulled back. “Well, you always knew how to get the better of me on insults. I sure missed you. Why have you all been away for so long?”
   “Time has no meaning for us there,” Alana answered. “For us, this has only been a flash. How long has it been?”
   Ana sighed, “Over 200 years have passed since you and the other Guardians left me here. Alone.”
   “Damn, so that makes you only 600 or so, not even close to 900,” Alana said, then grinned. “Well, you don’t look a day over 400!”
   “Well, thank you,” Ana said as she patted her white hair. “So are we going to continue trading insults, or do you have something important to tell me?”
   “No, not really,” Alana replied with an amused look on her face. “The Light thought you needed some encouragement, so I volunteered. Anything to help a sister!”
   “Ah. Encouragement is it?” Ana replied sarcastically.
   “Oh, there may be something else,” Alana said offhandedly.
   “Come on, out with it.”
   “Well, there might be a stray bloodline ... from me,” Alana said as she did her best to look innocently at her.
   “What?” Ana exclaimed. “Are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me? How can this be?”
   “Well,” Alana started. “Remember after we pushed the G`Alad off the planet, and several of us went out on our own for a little while?”
   “I had forgotten about that, but vaguely,” Ana said.
   “Well, there’s a reason I was the last to return. Oh,” Alana sighed and fanned herself. “I met a gorgeous man, but it was more than that. We were married and had a son. I wanted to say something, but I was told that as long as he remained a secret that the Light would protect him and his descendants.”
   “Do you know how hard it’s been to keep track of the bloodlines of our 13 sisters, and you hid one? How am I supposed to find them now?” Ana asked.
   Just then the archangel Gabriel stepped from the shadows. His dark, curly hair and dark tanned skin were set off by large, blue eyes that sparkled and a cleft chin. He was heavily muscled and dressed in magnificent gold and silver armor and matching wings. In his right hand, he carried a brilliant gold and silver sword that glowed. In his left hand, he held a small buckler.
   “Guardian Ana, fear not. The boy child will be known to you when the time is needed to escape with your descendant. He takes too closely after this one,” Gabriel said as he nodded toward Alana. “... but his heart is well-placed.”
   “Muy Bien. Is that all?” Ana asked.
   “No. The demons you both fought in Ashandaria, the place you call the Land of Dreams, will once again roam this existence. Protect your dreams and the dreams of your offspring,” said Gabriel. “Now sleep.”
   “I wish you were still here. I need you,” Ana said to Alana as everything faded and Ana fell into a deep sleep.