G IANTS OF M ARS
P ART 1 N INE I NCH N AILS
P RIESTS OF S YRINX
The Raven’s hover pads tilted forward in a fiery blue glow, projecting amplified electromagnetic energy in a perpetuating accelerative momentum; sizzling with intermittent pops and clicks, the growling thrusters fiercely burned, radiating off the crackly sun-baked surface of the Mediterranean Salt Flats, spurring debris in its wake.
Void of water for thousands of years, the extinct oceans of Earth stretched across great expanses in a show of uninhabited landscapes, except for the occasional giant cavity like an abandoned mining pit. When the seas vanished, greedy Corporations stripped away the treasure trove of precious metals, and mineral deposits, leaving behind vast empty holes, and ghostly remnants of a distant past.
“We’re nearing the ancient pyramids,” said Captain Rengar Falger, while monitoring the Raven’s heads up display.
Comprised of acute dark angles, the ship was equipped with antiquated stealth technology but Mitchell Thacker’s upgrades had made it effective enough to diffuse radar signals transversely over a broad range, helping them avoid detection as the clandestine Raven sped across the barren wasteland.
“Our progress has been steadfast, and without incident, but our return timetable is questionable.” Mitchell Thacker spoke regarding the red giant anti-cyclonic storm forecast on the Raven’s Skin.
“I don’t see any problems in our return, Mitchell; we should have plenty of time to beat out the storm.” The stressful man fingered through his blond hair.
“Well, Captain, it’s not for you to analyze the data…with our mission, there are many unseen variables that can be expected,” said Mitchell in a superior tone.
“Why does the Vril covet this area so much?” Rengar inquisitively asked.
“I know you’re new to this organization but maybe you shouldn’t ask so many questions,” Mitchell sarcastically answered with an impatient tone.
“Hey, I know I’m a freelancer to the group, and in no way bound to your cause but if you keep up the smart mouth, I’ll drop your skinny ass off right here, and let’s see how you survive the scorch,” Rengar belligerently replied.
Mitchell’s tongue dipped in a black venomous harshness when he sneered back with spitting malevolence. “If you compromise our mission in any way, Rengar; not only you, but your entire family will not live to see another day. I can guarantee you this by the pact of the Vril covenant.” His threat had a biting sting of reality, and albeit Captain Rengar Falger’s temper, he was no fool. He knew if he crossed the Vril, Mitchell’s threat would most likely come to fruition. The shadowy Vril Brotherhood’s influence stretched far and wide; with their tentacles spanning across the Galaxy, Rengar would have nowhere to hide.
“Listen, Mitchell, I’m just trying to make small talk here; I get a little chatty when stressed out, it’s how I handle things.” Rengar felt his words had fallen on deaf ears. He continued, “You know, a little brevity to ease the tension this sortie has created, that’s all.”
Mitchell thought about what Rengar said, and realized the nature of the over-heated conversation was a little exaggerated; but it did not help lessen his fears that if they failed today’s mission, the two would find their fates intertwined at the hands of a Vril executioner. Letting his emotions get the best of him was not in Mitchell’s makeup; he logically thought to smooth things over quickly when he amicably spoke. “The ancient pyramids of the Anunnaki is the birthplace of the Star Child where Vril Priests hold a constant vigil, worshiping in hope of his return.”
“Perplexes me how the Polaris Corporation lets it go on when the abolishment of all religions was systematic. Anyhow, this whole place gives me the
P ART 1 N INE I NCH N AILS
P RIESTS OF S YRINX
The Raven’s hover pads tilted forward in a fiery blue glow, projecting amplified electromagnetic energy in a perpetuating accelerative momentum; sizzling with intermittent pops and clicks, the growling thrusters fiercely burned, radiating off the crackly sun-baked surface of the Mediterranean Salt Flats, spurring debris in its wake.
Void of water for thousands of years, the extinct oceans of Earth stretched across great expanses in a show of uninhabited landscapes, except for the occasional giant cavity like an abandoned mining pit. When the seas vanished, greedy Corporations stripped away the treasure trove of precious metals, and mineral deposits, leaving behind vast empty holes, and ghostly remnants of a distant past.
“We’re nearing the ancient pyramids,” said Captain Rengar Falger, while monitoring the Raven’s heads up display.
Comprised of acute dark angles, the ship was equipped with antiquated stealth technology but Mitchell Thacker’s upgrades had made it effective enough to diffuse radar signals transversely over a broad range, helping them avoid detection as the clandestine Raven sped across the barren wasteland.
“Our progress has been steadfast, and without incident, but our return timetable is questionable.” Mitchell Thacker spoke regarding the red giant anti-cyclonic storm forecast on the Raven’s Skin.
“I don’t see any problems in our return, Mitchell; we should have plenty of time to beat out the storm.” The stressful man fingered through his blond hair.
“Well, Captain, it’s not for you to analyze the data…with our mission, there are many unseen variables that can be expected,” said Mitchell in a superior tone.
“Why does the Vril covet this area so much?” Rengar inquisitively asked.
“I know you’re new to this organization but maybe you shouldn’t ask so many questions,” Mitchell sarcastically answered with an impatient tone.
“Hey, I know I’m a freelancer to the group, and in no way bound to your cause but if you keep up the smart mouth, I’ll drop your skinny ass off right here, and let’s see how you survive the scorch,” Rengar belligerently replied.
Mitchell’s tongue dipped in a black venomous harshness when he sneered back with spitting malevolence. “If you compromise our mission in any way, Rengar; not only you, but your entire family will not live to see another day. I can guarantee you this by the pact of the Vril covenant.” His threat had a biting sting of reality, and albeit Captain Rengar Falger’s temper, he was no fool. He knew if he crossed the Vril, Mitchell’s threat would most likely come to fruition. The shadowy Vril Brotherhood’s influence stretched far and wide; with their tentacles spanning across the Galaxy, Rengar would have nowhere to hide.
“Listen, Mitchell, I’m just trying to make small talk here; I get a little chatty when stressed out, it’s how I handle things.” Rengar felt his words had fallen on deaf ears. He continued, “You know, a little brevity to ease the tension this sortie has created, that’s all.”
Mitchell thought about what Rengar said, and realized the nature of the over-heated conversation was a little exaggerated; but it did not help lessen his fears that if they failed today’s mission, the two would find their fates intertwined at the hands of a Vril executioner. Letting his emotions get the best of him was not in Mitchell’s makeup; he logically thought to smooth things over quickly when he amicably spoke. “The ancient pyramids of the Anunnaki is the birthplace of the Star Child where Vril Priests hold a constant vigil, worshiping in hope of his return.”
“Perplexes me how the Polaris Corporation lets it go on when the abolishment of all religions was systematic. Anyhow, this whole place gives me the
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