Tim Kinder
Somewhere in the gap between time and eternity...
This is the first revision of the first draft of the first book I've written.
I will admit I am both terrified and excited to hear the comments that will be provided to me from those of you who graciously take the time to read the Prologue to my book, Max Prime.
I only hope that it, in some small way, might stand up to the weight of your discerning eyes.
Thank you for your time,
Tim Kinder
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Max Prime
In The Beginning…
By: Tim Kinder
Prologue
I can hardly believe it’s already been twenty years. Twenty years to the day actually…which I suppose makes what I’m about to do all the more auspicious.
In some ways, it seems like it was just yesterday that I’d meet Dr. Peters and been introduced to the gang at G.S.S.D.N. We’ve come a long way since those early days. A terrible long way.
Thomas Gray once wrote, “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise”. I know, more so now than ever before, what those words really mean for the knowledge I now possess has, from the very beginning, come to me only at great personal cost.
Some might look at where I am today and be envious. Truth is, I’d give it all up in a heartbeat if I could, but I can’t. I’ve come so far and I’m in so deep that now I’m trapped by the duty I have to holding this fragile alliance together. Too many people have worked long and hard to craft and forge this alliance, sacrificing much themselves along the way, for me to just walk away now…even if it is all I’ve wanted to do since almost the very beginning.
The problem is that I’m not the only one to suffer loss along the way. I’m just one of many. Take Mr. Zednikei for example. He lost most of his family and all of his possessions in the war against the Crendorians. He spent nearly 50 years in a Crendorian prisoner of war, slave labor encampment before we liberated him and tens of thousands of others. He doesn’t like to talk about that time much, but when he does, his stories make my skin crawl.
He, like so many others who were rescued from those internments, has proven to be extremely helpful, loyal, and eager to serve the new alliance. They serve as shining examples of bravery, courage, and perseverance. Their stories and their sacrifices only add to the weight that keeps me here, so far away from home.
The more I think about how this all got started, the more it feels like it was a lifetime ago. I feel like I’m the same person that I was back then, but so much has changed, so much has happened. I’ve never sought out titles or power. I never wanted to be a President, a King, or an Emperor. I never desired to be a Chancellor, a Premier, or a head of state, yet here I stand…
How could it possibly have come to this…
“Attention all fleet Commanders, Captains, Generals and Admirals. This is Max Blackson speaking, First Prime of the Unified Interplanetary Alliance. Today is the day we don’t just make a stand but…”
I will admit I am both terrified and excited to hear the comments that will be provided to me from those of you who graciously take the time to read the Prologue to my book, Max Prime.
I only hope that it, in some small way, might stand up to the weight of your discerning eyes.
Thank you for your time,
Tim Kinder
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Max Prime
In The Beginning…
By: Tim Kinder
Prologue
I can hardly believe it’s already been twenty years. Twenty years to the day actually…which I suppose makes what I’m about to do all the more auspicious.
“Mr. Zednikei.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Notify the fleet to go to full alert status and initiate final preparedness checks. We launch in 60 minutes.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Notify the fleet to go to full alert status and initiate final preparedness checks. We launch in 60 minutes.”
“Yes, sir!”
In some ways, it seems like it was just yesterday that I’d meet Dr. Peters and been introduced to the gang at G.S.S.D.N. We’ve come a long way since those early days. A terrible long way.
Thomas Gray once wrote, “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise”. I know, more so now than ever before, what those words really mean for the knowledge I now possess has, from the very beginning, come to me only at great personal cost.
“All Saurinian battle groups are green.”
“All Ionite battle groups are reporting green.”
“All Baltonian battle groups are green.”
“All Ionite battle groups are reporting green.”
“All Baltonian battle groups are green.”
Some might look at where I am today and be envious. Truth is, I’d give it all up in a heartbeat if I could, but I can’t. I’ve come so far and I’m in so deep that now I’m trapped by the duty I have to holding this fragile alliance together. Too many people have worked long and hard to craft and forge this alliance, sacrificing much themselves along the way, for me to just walk away now…even if it is all I’ve wanted to do since almost the very beginning.
“All Hayokian support groups are green.”
“All Laydeenite support groups are green.”
“3 Taron battle groups are reporting problems. Current readiness condition, yellow.”
“Mr. Zednikei! I want to know what their problems are and I want them corrected 10 minutes ago. We’ve been preparing for this day for last three years. I want green lights all across my operations board when we launch!”
“Yes, sir.”
“All Laydeenite support groups are green.”
“3 Taron battle groups are reporting problems. Current readiness condition, yellow.”
“Mr. Zednikei! I want to know what their problems are and I want them corrected 10 minutes ago. We’ve been preparing for this day for last three years. I want green lights all across my operations board when we launch!”
“Yes, sir.”
The problem is that I’m not the only one to suffer loss along the way. I’m just one of many. Take Mr. Zednikei for example. He lost most of his family and all of his possessions in the war against the Crendorians. He spent nearly 50 years in a Crendorian prisoner of war, slave labor encampment before we liberated him and tens of thousands of others. He doesn’t like to talk about that time much, but when he does, his stories make my skin crawl.
He, like so many others who were rescued from those internments, has proven to be extremely helpful, loyal, and eager to serve the new alliance. They serve as shining examples of bravery, courage, and perseverance. Their stories and their sacrifices only add to the weight that keeps me here, so far away from home.
“All Taron battle groups are now reporting green, sir.”
“Excellent. Give me a report on the current completion status of the board.”
“56% of all battle groups have reported green and nearly 83% of our support groups have reported green. I’d estimate we’ll have a full board in about twenty more minutes, sir.”
“Carry on.”
“Excellent. Give me a report on the current completion status of the board.”
“56% of all battle groups have reported green and nearly 83% of our support groups have reported green. I’d estimate we’ll have a full board in about twenty more minutes, sir.”
“Carry on.”
The more I think about how this all got started, the more it feels like it was a lifetime ago. I feel like I’m the same person that I was back then, but so much has changed, so much has happened. I’ve never sought out titles or power. I never wanted to be a President, a King, or an Emperor. I never desired to be a Chancellor, a Premier, or a head of state, yet here I stand…
“Mr. Blackson. We have a full board. 100% green.”
“Thank you, Mr. Zednikei. Open a communication line, fleetwide”
“The line is open, sir.”
“Thank you, Mr. Zednikei. Open a communication line, fleetwide”
“The line is open, sir.”
How could it possibly have come to this…
“Attention all fleet Commanders, Captains, Generals and Admirals. This is Max Blackson speaking, First Prime of the Unified Interplanetary Alliance. Today is the day we don’t just make a stand but…”
…but perhaps we should start…
In The Beginning…