Day 257 – Dark Stars: Quake, Part One – Short Story

The Players so far..

Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp.

Gadamrie, a Golden Priestess in the Dark Collective, who before the federation came to power boasted over one million hosts as part of her mind hive.

Syin-To-Twenty-Seven (Sin), Betha’s sentient companion, through the link they share Sin can control and communicate between Betha and Zander, as well as accessing and sometimes controlling other forms of technology.

Touvler, Zander’s right hand man and Betha’s co-pilot, Touvler along with two others joined Zander when he defected from the United Federations to the Dark Collective.

General Salidazar, an officer in the Dark Collective, who’s loyalties, may lie somewhere else.

High Priestess Dankika, leader of the Dark Collective, a maker, a being who exists across multiple realities.

High Lord Quinn, Commander for the United Federation, and a Quadrapled, a slang term for a clone. Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.

President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.

Last time on Dark Stars

The world we know is gone, Zander Kane is no more, but, yet, here we are…

“Sentinel three we have your vector, you’re coming in fine, it’s good to have you home,” a voice says over the head set.

“It’s good to be home, we’ve been gone for too long, I’m looking forward to some rest,” Zander says with a worn smile.

“Hate to spoil your plans Sir, but High Priestess Dankika’s requested an audience with you as soon as you touch down.”

“Now I know why I hate coming home so much,” he says, as he looks over to his co-pilot, who shrugs his shoulders. “I never was the relaxing type anyway.”

“Really? It’s all you’ve talked about the whole trip back since we jettisoned the Federation skippers,” the co-pilot says with a smirk.

“You know me, wishful thinking Touvler, anyway, don’t you smile, if she want’s to see me, you know it means somethings up, and if that’s true, you don’t get to sit back and enjoy yourself either.”

Touvler laughs, “Sumarians don’t need sleep, or rest, remember human? So, as you say, it’s no skin off my face.”

“It’s, no skin off my nose, not face, even if you don’t really have one, well, one in the right place anyway, it’s the way the line’s said. Tell me again why were friends?”

“Because no one is stupid enough to ride with you human, you are bad luck.”

“So why fly with me then?”

“I have nothing to lose Kane, and besides, I like watching you squirm before I jump in and save you,” Touvler says with a smile.

“Shut up, and go tell Gadamrie that we’re about to land on Loker Twelve for a meet and greet with Dankika,” Zander says as his brow furrows, and a wayward grin slowly creeps upon him.

“You go tell them, you know I’m not a fan, and they’re certainly not a fan of me.”

“I am she, and she is one, and all, I am not they, I am simply Gadamrie,” a female voice says from behind them, they both turn to the pale grey woman standing in the cockpits doorway, her green eyes burn into them both with a deep, warm buzz, her body covered in a heavy, gold armour.

“No offence meant, you….”

“I know, and you are correct in your assumptions, but, in the heat of battle, I would gladly fall by your side.”

“Thanks, I, think,” Touvler says.

She blinks, her face shows little to no emotion, then she turns to Zander, “I am ready for landing, when will you be meeting with the Priestess?” She asks.

“As soon as we land, she requested my attendance.”

“Do you wish for me to accompany you?”

Zander turns back away from her and wriggles in his seat, “Honey, you know that’s never a good idea.”

“Then, I will await your return,” she says as she turns to leave.

“You’re going to wait on Betha?”

“Yes, I assume she has a request to ask of you, of, us, so I will prepare myself,” she says, as she walks slowly out of the cockpit, Zander glances over to Touvler, who meets his gaze with one of his own.

“Don’t look at me, she’s your mate,” Touvler says.

“Don’t push it, we haven’t landed yet, so I can still eject you out into space,” Zander says.

Touvler holds his hands in the air and laughs, “What? You are aware, males are a rare breed in my race? Right? And you know, I totally understand the whole sowing your seed in many, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Well,” he says leaning towards him, “Isn’t it weird, that like, they’re all connected?”

“Weird in what way? She’s still like you and me, well sort of like you, more like me, underneath all the bodies she inhabits, there is still one soul, one mind, one, person.”

“You humans amuse me, she, he, them, a whole race, with one mind, it still freaks even me out, but you, you think with your organs, not your mind,” Touvler says, leaning back in his seat laughing.

“Laugh it up, and pull the gear down, were on approach,” he says, turning back to the view screen.

“Sentinel Three, you are clear to land,” a voice says over the headset.

The rusty, derelict look ship shudders as it comes to a not so soft landing on the small, moon planet of Loker Twelve, a door hisses open, and a platform extends down to the ground, Zander and Touvler step out into the moons air and both take a deep breath, Zander cough violently and Touvler slaps him on the back with a laugh.

“Humans,” he says.

“Shut up,” Zander hisses, as he looks towards several men who march towards him, weapons ready. “Salidazar, I didn’t realise this was going to be so formal,” he says as they come to a stop in front of them, their weapons, now raised and trained upon Zander and Touvler.

“Shut up balesh,” Salidazar says, Zander’s eyebrows raise and his smile drops as he darts a quick look over to Touvler, who meets his glace with a confused look of his own.

“I think there’s some sort of confusion, Dankika request…” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as one of the men drives the butt of their blaster into his stomach, sending him to the ground.



Published by

Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s