Frontierzone
Author, poet, playwright.
Hi, all. I just got done publishing Frontier Zone. Ticonderoga a couple of weeks ago. Here is the prologue to my new project; Frontier Zone. Alliance, Empire, and Hegemony. I know it needs some work, but what do you think?
Frontier Zone. Alliance, Empire, and Hegemony.
By Stuart L. Sexton
frontierzone@verizon.net
Frontier Zone. Alliance, Empire, and Hegemony.
All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, either living, dead, Human, Yajeebian, Chun, Shardon, Mordum, or any other life form, are strictly coincidental.
Dedicated to God, The Blessed Virgin Mary, Amy, and to my mom.
Special thanks to all who have helped to proofread this work, including Erica Smith, Rick Dahm, and those at the Chronicles Network.
© 2008-2009 Stuart L. Sexton, all rights reserved.
Prologue.
Stephanie Sexton stood on the dock, her grey hair blowing in the breeze, watching as the USS Ticonderoga departed. It was late January, 2105, and, even for Mississippi, the sea air was cool. The ship was technically still on her tour when she made her unscheduled stop on Earth, but due to extenuating circumstances, the crew was given a month of shore leave.
And, damn me, but they deserved every bit of their leave, after having thwarted that jackass Landon, thought Stephanie. That horse’s ass should never have been the Captain of MY ship! Well, girl, you’re in good hands, now. Jacob Amstutz will take good care of you. Of this, I have no doubts.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
To’ying’li had been promoted to Commander for her handling of the incident involving the Meea’zian. She had maintained her honor, as well as that of Clan Li. Her uncle, Admiral Tsu’jengi’li, was so proud of her that her had not only promoted her, but had given her the command of a Fu-gyu Class destroyer.
“This is indeed an honor, my uncle,” she had said to him, when she had gotten the promotion. Now, she wasn’t so sure. After the Shardon Emperor got wind of the United Systems Alliance Government’s pardoning of all four Meea’zians involved, she was now somewhat in disfavor, with both her clan and her Emperor.
She hadn’t been stripped of her previous honors, but she was reassigned. Her ship was now to patrol the area of space between the Shardon Empire and the Mordum Hegemony.
She looked out over her new ship’s Command Deck, her puma-like face showing just the slightest hint of the frustration that was welling up inside of her.
Damn Captain Amstutz, anyway, she thought. No, on second thought, I cannot damn him, since I have already blessed him. Besides, this is not his fault. Anyway, how could I possibly damn the one being in the universe whom I am madly in love with?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A tall male being, looking all the universe like an animated corpse, looked out over the Control Room of his Headquarters Vehicle, surveyed his staff with his eerie glowing red eyes, and smiled. His thin dark grey lips were sickening for any but a Mordum to behold. For Humans, this was a mute point, of course, since the Mordum never revealed their faces to an enemy at war.
And, since there was, as of yet, still no treaty between the Mordum Hegemony and the United Systems Alliance, no Human had ever seen a Mordum with his or her hood down. Of course, they were not in visual contact with the Humans at this time, so the General had no reason to hide his face.
“Captain Zilnik,” said General Malkantz to the female seated at the Sensor Control. “Continue to scan for any Human or Shardon space vehicles.”
“Sir, yes sir!” snapped the young female, whose eyes seemed to glow an especially bright red.
Hmm, thought the General, whose eyes also began to glow all the brighter. She is most definitely ready for mating. I shall have to meet with her after her duty shift…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“That’s right, Captain,” said Admiral Hadley. “You are to report to Admiral Pauline Dolinski at New Guam. From there, you will get your new assignment. Until further notice, the Ticonderoga is on detached duty with the Seventh Fleet. With the Mordum Hegemony’s new round of saber rattling, we can’t take any chances. We need as many ships as we can to cover that area of space.”
Captain Amstutz frowned as he stared at the Holo-Vid screen image. “Aye, sir. We’ll set course for New Guam at once. Amstutz out.”
“Hadley out,” came the reply.
Hmph! Flarging schlorg and kremblotts! Thought the Captain.
One final note; This prologue is largely taken from the epilogue of Ticonderoga. I added some, especially the Mordum bit, but by-and-large, most of it is taken directly from the other book.
Frontier Zone. Alliance, Empire, and Hegemony.
By Stuart L. Sexton
frontierzone@verizon.net
Frontier Zone. Alliance, Empire, and Hegemony.
All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, either living, dead, Human, Yajeebian, Chun, Shardon, Mordum, or any other life form, are strictly coincidental.
Dedicated to God, The Blessed Virgin Mary, Amy, and to my mom.
Special thanks to all who have helped to proofread this work, including Erica Smith, Rick Dahm, and those at the Chronicles Network.
© 2008-2009 Stuart L. Sexton, all rights reserved.
Prologue.
Stephanie Sexton stood on the dock, her grey hair blowing in the breeze, watching as the USS Ticonderoga departed. It was late January, 2105, and, even for Mississippi, the sea air was cool. The ship was technically still on her tour when she made her unscheduled stop on Earth, but due to extenuating circumstances, the crew was given a month of shore leave.
And, damn me, but they deserved every bit of their leave, after having thwarted that jackass Landon, thought Stephanie. That horse’s ass should never have been the Captain of MY ship! Well, girl, you’re in good hands, now. Jacob Amstutz will take good care of you. Of this, I have no doubts.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
To’ying’li had been promoted to Commander for her handling of the incident involving the Meea’zian. She had maintained her honor, as well as that of Clan Li. Her uncle, Admiral Tsu’jengi’li, was so proud of her that her had not only promoted her, but had given her the command of a Fu-gyu Class destroyer.
“This is indeed an honor, my uncle,” she had said to him, when she had gotten the promotion. Now, she wasn’t so sure. After the Shardon Emperor got wind of the United Systems Alliance Government’s pardoning of all four Meea’zians involved, she was now somewhat in disfavor, with both her clan and her Emperor.
She hadn’t been stripped of her previous honors, but she was reassigned. Her ship was now to patrol the area of space between the Shardon Empire and the Mordum Hegemony.
She looked out over her new ship’s Command Deck, her puma-like face showing just the slightest hint of the frustration that was welling up inside of her.
Damn Captain Amstutz, anyway, she thought. No, on second thought, I cannot damn him, since I have already blessed him. Besides, this is not his fault. Anyway, how could I possibly damn the one being in the universe whom I am madly in love with?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A tall male being, looking all the universe like an animated corpse, looked out over the Control Room of his Headquarters Vehicle, surveyed his staff with his eerie glowing red eyes, and smiled. His thin dark grey lips were sickening for any but a Mordum to behold. For Humans, this was a mute point, of course, since the Mordum never revealed their faces to an enemy at war.
And, since there was, as of yet, still no treaty between the Mordum Hegemony and the United Systems Alliance, no Human had ever seen a Mordum with his or her hood down. Of course, they were not in visual contact with the Humans at this time, so the General had no reason to hide his face.
“Captain Zilnik,” said General Malkantz to the female seated at the Sensor Control. “Continue to scan for any Human or Shardon space vehicles.”
“Sir, yes sir!” snapped the young female, whose eyes seemed to glow an especially bright red.
Hmm, thought the General, whose eyes also began to glow all the brighter. She is most definitely ready for mating. I shall have to meet with her after her duty shift…
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“That’s right, Captain,” said Admiral Hadley. “You are to report to Admiral Pauline Dolinski at New Guam. From there, you will get your new assignment. Until further notice, the Ticonderoga is on detached duty with the Seventh Fleet. With the Mordum Hegemony’s new round of saber rattling, we can’t take any chances. We need as many ships as we can to cover that area of space.”
Captain Amstutz frowned as he stared at the Holo-Vid screen image. “Aye, sir. We’ll set course for New Guam at once. Amstutz out.”
“Hadley out,” came the reply.
Hmph! Flarging schlorg and kremblotts! Thought the Captain.
One final note; This prologue is largely taken from the epilogue of Ticonderoga. I added some, especially the Mordum bit, but by-and-large, most of it is taken directly from the other book.