“This past year has been difficult in correcting the mistrust of my people and ensuring policies against hidden agendas and settled minds unable to change as needed and not so gradually in time we are left at the mercy of those with ill intent.”
“I take it then your arrival means you’ve come to make amends for your predecessors blatant ruse to allow me to endanger our universe?” Oliver then scratched a well maintained and full brown beard he had worn since the day Renee decided she wanted him unshaven, but not grungy. He personally didn’t care either way. Merely to keep his female happy he’d do anything. “How do you intend to abide by your peoples laws and renew the alliance?”
“Ever since I was nominated champion I thought much on how I would accomplish this and after eighteen long years I’m afraid I’m just as clueless because our honor is stained. My advisors though reminded me to not over think the solution to a problem, but focus on the problem itself.” Netul took a deep, steadying breath before continuing the words while still keeping the habit of using sign language after his time as a prisoner what seemed lifetimes ago. “So I took a better reason to regain our honor and remembered what many of the impeached Archivers did to regain their own honor. By glorious combat. Now, no longer are Archivers protected from their duty to continue the struggle for survival and instead be pampered. Do not mistake me, My Friend.” Netul held up a stalling hand gesture. “My brethren will continue to wisely advise our people and deal with matters, but now we continuously train our bodies and powers to fight. Just yesterday I led a ground force against the Feral and slew six hundred and eleven foul beasts. I lead by example and now so do all Archivers.
“So to answer on how to regain the honor and trust of all my people to the Empire, now all fresh Zeelin recruits will spend a thousand years in service to the Empire for the next million years. Our recruits will support and bolster the Empire numbers by fighting with Terra’s warriors. If accepted by all Empire leadership our war ships and fighters will pair up with an imperial ship of equal size and weapon output.
“To ensure nothing like this happens again I’m having the largest Mothership my people has ever made built right this moment and as soon as it is complete it will pair up with your Match’s city-ship. It will be my personal Mothership where I will be much closer to you and Renee. The Empire and Creelin peoples will work much more closely than the past centuries when our peoples made first contact.
“I would have your most honest opinion.”
Oliver looked up into a group of fluffy clouds and let his mind run millions of scenarios at a time and this lasted many minutes. “An interesting way to mend the fracture. So in essence you wish to season your new troops with us not only to gain battle experience, but also to merge our societies into a mutual understanding?” Netul nodded to this observation. “Humans are rash creatures and easily trust whereas yours is slow and methodical and relies on long term observation. Are you trying to also let the two races learn from each other?”
“How do you mean?”
“Teach the Empire the virtue of patience and your people the value of reacting based on emotion and wit.”
“Ah, yes then. It is long past my people has been set in their ways. For too long have we declared ourselves superior to the Empire. This is no longer the case. They learn too quickly compared to us who has learned over eons and feel we have reached our plateau. The Humans challenge our concept of our own belief in superiority.
“These past eighteen years I’ve watched in wonder how well the Empire’s push against the Feral has gone despite your far fewer numbers compared to ours. And the aid of White Blossom’s Keptl warriors has made a far larger impact when scaled in a similar setting. Already your people have freed a thousand systems overrun with the mighty Feral…”
“How many have your people liberated?” this Oliver had wondered after severing all Creelin contact till today.
“An entire galaxy and seventeen percent of another overall.” Came the honest answer.
Oliver let loose a whistle. “Numbers sure do help increase the campaign.”
“Indeed, My Friend.” Netul chuckled in his alien way. “I’ve put forth the Human’s term of an olive branch offering. What say you?”
Oliver took a moment to find his world because this was the pivotal moment. “Mistakes were made, but the mark of a smart species rather than die out is to evolve. To do it I must ensure our universe ceases its expansion and losing energy. It is a great idea, but my city is going to be busy for the next two million years and needs to be unmoving. I’ve pinpointed the very center of our universe and have started a monumental project with my grandsons and great grandsons. We’ve started building a universal gravity stabilizer. Over the next two million years we’re going to gradually stop universal expansion and start spinning the universe. It will be gradual, but not bring the universe inward to collapse. We’re going to make galaxies orbit the universal core like a moon. It needs to be done or in eighty seven billion years our known universe will die. All energy will be trapped and recycled so we’ll be safe. If we need more energy we’ll create Dark Matter to destroy mass and when energy fuses more matter we’ll keep doing it till we can find other universal seeds and keep growing. It’s going to be an endeavor someone should have done eons ago.
“In a year, it’ll be activated and I’ll be busy. Too busy to help out your idea, especially since I’m also a teacher and I like it. I’ve got so many bright students.”
“And after our affairs are settled, our own journey will continue.” Renee appeared and stood behind her seated man. “We have a universe to save from itself. No time like the present, but I like your idea of fighting together. I don’t see many issues.”
“I’m pleased to hear it. If this is your way of saying farewell for a long time, may I ask for one thing. Give me an honorable duel before we part.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” The three stood and Renee backed off as Oliver drew the sparkling cutlass and shield while Netul, from beneath the robes, crafted two red Psi-blades rather than normal blue.
“Ready.” Renee raised her hand watching Oliver’s grinning face disappear behind a mask. Netul’s eyes blazed a happy green before a remarkable helmet of gold covered his head. “Begin.” Her hand dropped and both men charged with respect for each other that went beyond time and space.
THE END
Be sure to read other books by this author:
Balancer’s Cycle
Balancer’s Soul
Changer’s Blood
Keeper’s Knowledge
Harmonizer’s Evolution
The Item Trilogy
Untamed Gift
Furion’s Trials
Ra’van
Death Incarnate Saga
The Grin of Prophecy
Familiar’s Ancient Throne
Laugh of Destruction
Ascension of the Warlock
Empress’s Endgame
Spirit Guide Saga (Coming Fall of 2014)
Forgemaster
Wrath of Flames
Atavism of the Ifrit
Star Pirate Legends (Coming Fall of 2015)
Cutlass Sharpened
Void’s Psionics
Evolution’s Essence
The Fey Files (Coming Fall of 2016)
Banshee’s Calling
Feeding Frenzy
Harpy’s Plea
(TBA)
Harsh Realms (Coming Fall on 2017)
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