Moem The Beginning (Book Excerpt) by Linda Whiddon
Page 4 of 4 This was Mahakala's's evil plan. It didn't matter if there was not
another living soul in the entire universe. That was his revenge, to annihilate
the human race. His hatred for mankind and all those who were happy with
families of their own were his main target. A hole widened deep where his heart
used to be. Thus, a malovent evil was born.
It relished in his blind hatred and bathed gloriously in his merciless acts
of torture. Growing stronger the evil gave all of its power to this servant of
darkness. At long last this thinking source of malefic energy would have its
greatest wish come true. The destruction of all that was good in the world. The
end of the human race forever.
As the Verboten hurtled through space, the captain worried whether the ship
would survive the journey with the extensive damage to her hull and to the
electrical system. Captain Bingham purposely kept a deadpan expression upon his
face while his insides quivered like everyone else's. Katchwari was their last
hope.
The ship rattled and shook for several long minutes. Sparks flew from the
gaping torn wiring, while coffee mugs rolled precariously back and forth on the
floor. Suddenly acceleration slowed and they were out of the warp and moving
along at a normal speed.
Sighs of relief were heard throughout the cabin. They had made it with no
signs of further destruction to the ship's hull.
"Captain sir, request permission to contact Katchwari regarding emergency
landing instructions." The radio operator was a tall slender man in his
forties. A veteran who had been with Captain Bingham from the first assignment
aboard the Verboten.
"Request granted, Mr. Winston. Do not give our co-ordinates until you are
granted entry and they have removed the electromagnetic shield." Aye sir!" The
radio operator replied, quickly returning to his station to begin
communication.
Captain Bingham had not been back to Katchwari in many years. He had been
young then and had landed upon the uninhabited planet bringing the first group
of settlers there. With the way things were going, he may be bringing a lot
more survivors to this remote outback parallel world. That is if, they were
even granted permission to enter the atmosphere.
Katchwari did not fall under the jurisdiction of the Federation directly. It
was a private planet belonging strictly to the Ancient ones, primarily one in
particular by the name of Montedesto. At his request, the planet had been
closed off to all trade and outside communication. The only exceptions were
ships bringing survivors from war torn planets. They were allowed entry long
enough to deposit the unfortunate and homeless. As soon as they unloaded their
human cargo, they departed.
A pact had been drawn between The Ancient Ones and the Federation. Katchwari
was to be left out of the loop of mining ships and other cargo ships looking
for resources to glean from the land. To help keep that pact in force, the
planet was made impenetrable with the help of a electromagnetic corona of blue
white light surrounding the planet.
Any fool attempting to enter the atmosphere without express permission from
the powers that be forfeited his life by instant incineration. Thus, the planet
remained secluded and protected from mankind and his evil ways.
"May Day, May Day! Request Permission to land , do you copy? This is the
Starship Verboten, requesting permission to land!" Our ship is in need of
repair as the damage to her hull and aft decks is significant, do you read me,
Katchwari!"
"We read you Verboten, request granted, entry time is five minutes from now.
State your number codes and begin your descent now."
The badly damaged ship began its descent toward Katchwari. The corona of
light encircling the planet disappeared allowing the Verboten to enter the
atmosphere unharmed.
Hovering in the clouds above the wounded spacecraft was another ship also
waiting to enter. The uninvited ship was commandeered by none other than the
Dark Lord himself. He had waited for this moment for a very long time.
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