Year 4115: The Sequel to My Dreams

Copyright © 2015 by James D. Ferguson Jr.

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CONTENTS

En Route To Station

Escape

Huntress

So Let It Be Written . . .

So Let It Be Done

Year: 4115

Time Goes By

Conspiracy

The Gates

Pawn Takes Rook

Sister, Dear Sister

Bishop Takes Knight, Pawn Takes Rook, And Princess Takes Commander, Check

Space Fold

PART TWO?

Sci-Fi: Year 4115

Ship: Verify With Verbal Command.

Now It Was Time To Talk To Sister.

Rituals

The Alteened Warrior

Null Space

Part Three

The Sequel To My Dreams

Hindsight

In The Blink Of An Eye

Awakenings

Alteened

Seeds Of Conspiracy

This Chapter Follows Seeds Of Conspiracy

The Long Good-Bye

EN ROUTE TO STATION

She had only mentioned her name once since we had been together. Her resentment of humans was tenfold, only because she did not heed the warnings set in place by the prime one council. She thought that she would be able to hide for a short while on this planet until her father would send a scouting party looking for her. But then again, if Captain Vorgk did not survive, then no one would know she had escaped. It had been some time since she had been to the ship. The last time she went looking for food, she had ventured further than she had before. Not wanting to be with any traceable equipment, she only used geography to locate where she was and where she had to go. Then the trackers came, not the ones that had pursued her across a galactic empire, the human ones---the ones that were born to the hills and valleys of this geological nightmare. A place where she, princess, trained officer, elite spy, had become lost, captured, tortured; and when they found out, she was female . . .

ESCAPE

When she finally escaped, she had become familiar with most of the terrain, but it had been at least three of this planet's winter seasons that she was held captive and a very long trek to her captives' home among the hills. She had learned her captive terrain and knew that her ship was near water, and yet she could find no location large enough to land her ship as she did. She wandered the wilderness venturing further in almost every direction, except one---back toward her captives, the other side of that mountainous terrain from where she came.

It took her nearly a full season to go around that mountain where she came upon a small outpost where human travelers made small fires and made various rituals in and around a small body of water with strange crafts that moved them through structured travel ways. She found that she could move easily among these humans, as they were not trackers like the ones she escaped from. She took food she could eat but found most of it to be processed by some means and could not stomach much of it.

Then the night came when a familiar smell came upon her, and her blood boiled of anger and revenge. It was the stench of the humans that had imprisoned her. But this time, she knew the terrain; the water fell from the sky heavily, and she could use this to her advantage, for the trackers were good but not when the water fell so hard like this. She would go to the humans eating house for food and to know how many trackers there were. Then she would be the tracker.

HUNTRESS

By day, she hid in lush thickets the humans would not go near. By night, she practiced her stealth skills, coming up behind unsuspecting passersby as if to slit their throats or frighten the little ones with local animal sounds she had learned to mimic. She had acquired local coverings and could actually walk past some of them without noticeable concern. Others shied away from her because of the smell of the coverings she had acquired. Her sense of smell brought her to a large metal transport that held some of the animals her captors rode, but it would be daylight soon, and she had to find a place to hide.

She came upon one of the housing units that many of the humans used, but this one smelled like it had not been used for some time. She almost had a full stomach and was sure she could wait out the day. So she climbed in through the opening at the top. No one would suspect a breach if the entry portals were undamaged. The interior was stripped of coverings for the mats she had seen that the humans used, so she knew it was unoccupied. She settled in to wait out the day and realized how much the cramped space reminded her of her quarters aboard her shuttle.

She drifted off to sleep in ready mode but was awakened suddenly by outer compartments of the housing unit being opened and closed as if they were being searched but realized that one of the humans was checking compartments for storage. Her body had convinced her that she was aboard her ship, and she had fallen into a deeper sleep than she should have.

It was full daylight and very warm inside. Perhaps this was why the humans only slept in them at night. A great noisy drive system had come to life and was starting to move the shelter. It was only a short distance that it traveled to a fueling station. Tanks on the rear of the unit were being refilled, fresh water was put into storage tanks under the shelter, and food supplies and other things were put into storage compartments.

And the whole time, she waited, ready to attack whoever opened the main hatch, but no one entered. The housing unit was then pulled into a large lot with other housing units where no cover could be seen in any direction. But it was within a close distance of the main eating house. Although she could not stomach most of the food the humans consumed, she would need to eat soon as well.

As darkness approached, she decided to risk venturing out to find food. As she approached the door, the smell of the ones who held her captive was very, very strong, so strong that she could tell how many and how far, even above the smell of searing animal flesh that filled the air. She could not leave the housing unit the way she entered and decided that the entry portal would have to do but had trouble with the complex opening mechanism.

When she exited, some of the humans were at another housing unit close by, staring at a small viewing screen consuming processed beverages. She had tried one of them once before and found it very tasteful. She saw clean coverings hanging on a rack beside another unit and decided that one of the coverings had a hood that could hide her head and face would be suitable for her, and it did not smell like the one she was wearing. She could use it to better cover herself and get back to the foliage where she could better hide. Then she saw the humans that held her captive sitting in front of a large viewport consuming food and beverages. She had seen them do this many times before and knew that they would be unable to coordinate themselves very well when they were finished.

Then she saw the fat one, the one with hair covering, his scared face urinating on a bush at the end of the lot, barely able to hold himself upright as she had seen so many times before. The more she remembered what he had done, the quicker her pace became. He had been the one that found out she was female and poked her repeatedly after smearing animal fat on his urinating member. She didn't know if it was the animal fat or his squirting in her that made her itch and burn or the disgusting way he repeatedly poked her that made her so furious, and her pace quickened faster. She would catch him off guard, tie him up, and torture him like he had done her so many times before.

She dragged him into the foliage, tied him and beat him with the very whip he had used on her. She had no urinating member to shove into him, so she used whatever she could pick up and then beat him with a rock until he laid still. There were two others left, and she had to do this before daybreak. The others merely beat her and made her fight with the animals from the surrounding terrain. They would yell and scream at her and pelt her with rocks but always chain her to a post.

It was well into the late hours of the night, and few humans were in the eating house. One of the small humans was coming toward her singing and hoping and gave a little wave as it passed by. She merely nodded at the little one as she had seen some of the other humans do, and the little thing kept hoping by. She strode past the big view port and glanced inside to survey the interior. There were seven humans inside that she could count. One had just entered through a portal at the far end and figured there must be more in the rear of the eating hall.

She would have to go around the entire structure to see if she could find out how many other humans were in the rear of the structure. She found where they put uneaten food in containers for storage, but the containers were not maintained well, and much of it had spoiled. She was tempted to get some of the food, but her taste for revenge was stronger since she had tortured the fat one a short time ago. The one that often beat her for no reason was there with his back to the viewport. If she entered through the rear of the structure, she could be seen approaching, and they would have time to react. She had to catch them off guard, so she went around to the front.

There was a rather small human near the entrance that was soliciting for favors or food. Most of the humans that had little