Supreme Leader of Anstractor: A Sci-Fantasy Space Adventure (The New Phase Book 3) by Greg Dragon Page A
Authors: Greg Dragon
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that or the birds were predators waiting for an opportunity. He had no las-sword or pistol so he hoped that his former assumption was the one that would be true.
Still he kept on walking and the birds kept on circling until he was walking along through the blackest of nights. With no weapons and no place for cover, Rafian began to regret his choice to keep on walking instead of sleeping inside the husk of the starship. His legs were numb and the night air was the type of cold that demanded all of his attention, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.
Rafian hit a wall of exhaustion but looked up at the starry sky, hoping that if he stopped, the birds—or whatever they were—would not swoop in to attack him. He slowed to a stop and they were on him; not birds like he assumed they were, but a form of flying catlike creature with razor claws and leathery skin that extended into wings.
He swung his fists at them since his legs wouldn’t cooperate, but they kept on diving in at him, swiping pieces of skin as they did. He caught one by the wings and broke them violently, and then hurled the wounded creature to the floor. The others doubled their efforts but Rafian fought valiantly, and when the cats saw that their numbers were dwindling they took to the air to circle him from a distance.
Rafian felt his consciousness going and though he could die and clone—which would be the quickest way back to Zallus—something inside of him warned him not to attempt it. The need to live overtook the weakness of giving up and he looked towards the horizon and jumped, teleporting in the way he had learned to do without using the crystals.
The world went dark and became a blurry version of itself. He appeared at the edge of a lush garden, and in the distance he saw the lights of a city. A number of vessels were hovering above it, their lights illuminating the gardens and the desert around it. Rafian thought that he would be safe that close to civilization so he crawled to a grassy clearing bordered by beautiful white flowers and rolled onto his back to catch his breath.
09 | Principal’s Office
T HERE IS SOMETHING about motion that comes with sleeping on a high bunk near the bulkhead that separated the Rendron’s female cadet dormitory from the male. Rendron had no cadets currently, so the dorms were vacant. The destroyer’s ongoing battles since the war on Meruda had made it impossible to bring children onboard.
Constance and Phimanila had been a part of the last graduating class onboard the Rendron and although there were plans to renew the program, the cadet area had been left abandoned and unsupervised. So Constance ITO began to sneak out of the officer’s quarters to sleep in her old bunk bed whenever she felt haunted.
There had been so many battles, so many arguments throughout her career, and the memories seemed to only show up whenever she wanted to sleep. She was her own worst enemy, and there was nothing that she didn’t retrace over and over in her head. Constance was never good enough for Constance and her insecurity had begun to get the better of her. But inside the dorm room was peace; she could be little Connie again. Bright-eyed, loved by all of the senior officers, and popular with the other cadets, even though she offered little in the way of conversation.
She awoke with a start after what seemed like an entire lifetime of dreams and felt around beneath her pillow for her wrist watch. When she touched its underside the screen lit up and the time hovered above its surface in the form of floating lights.
“That can’t be right,” she said when she saw the glowing dots. It was indicating that she had slept an hour past the time that she was expected on the bridge. She couldn’t believe her misfortune; there was no way she could have slept through her alarm.
Angry and confused, she swung her legs off the side of the bunk and dropped to the floor with a practiced ease. She touched a panel near the door and
Still he kept on walking and the birds kept on circling until he was walking along through the blackest of nights. With no weapons and no place for cover, Rafian began to regret his choice to keep on walking instead of sleeping inside the husk of the starship. His legs were numb and the night air was the type of cold that demanded all of his attention, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.
Rafian hit a wall of exhaustion but looked up at the starry sky, hoping that if he stopped, the birds—or whatever they were—would not swoop in to attack him. He slowed to a stop and they were on him; not birds like he assumed they were, but a form of flying catlike creature with razor claws and leathery skin that extended into wings.
He swung his fists at them since his legs wouldn’t cooperate, but they kept on diving in at him, swiping pieces of skin as they did. He caught one by the wings and broke them violently, and then hurled the wounded creature to the floor. The others doubled their efforts but Rafian fought valiantly, and when the cats saw that their numbers were dwindling they took to the air to circle him from a distance.
Rafian felt his consciousness going and though he could die and clone—which would be the quickest way back to Zallus—something inside of him warned him not to attempt it. The need to live overtook the weakness of giving up and he looked towards the horizon and jumped, teleporting in the way he had learned to do without using the crystals.
The world went dark and became a blurry version of itself. He appeared at the edge of a lush garden, and in the distance he saw the lights of a city. A number of vessels were hovering above it, their lights illuminating the gardens and the desert around it. Rafian thought that he would be safe that close to civilization so he crawled to a grassy clearing bordered by beautiful white flowers and rolled onto his back to catch his breath.
09 | Principal’s Office
T HERE IS SOMETHING about motion that comes with sleeping on a high bunk near the bulkhead that separated the Rendron’s female cadet dormitory from the male. Rendron had no cadets currently, so the dorms were vacant. The destroyer’s ongoing battles since the war on Meruda had made it impossible to bring children onboard.
Constance and Phimanila had been a part of the last graduating class onboard the Rendron and although there were plans to renew the program, the cadet area had been left abandoned and unsupervised. So Constance ITO began to sneak out of the officer’s quarters to sleep in her old bunk bed whenever she felt haunted.
There had been so many battles, so many arguments throughout her career, and the memories seemed to only show up whenever she wanted to sleep. She was her own worst enemy, and there was nothing that she didn’t retrace over and over in her head. Constance was never good enough for Constance and her insecurity had begun to get the better of her. But inside the dorm room was peace; she could be little Connie again. Bright-eyed, loved by all of the senior officers, and popular with the other cadets, even though she offered little in the way of conversation.
She awoke with a start after what seemed like an entire lifetime of dreams and felt around beneath her pillow for her wrist watch. When she touched its underside the screen lit up and the time hovered above its surface in the form of floating lights.
“That can’t be right,” she said when she saw the glowing dots. It was indicating that she had slept an hour past the time that she was expected on the bridge. She couldn’t believe her misfortune; there was no way she could have slept through her alarm.
Angry and confused, she swung her legs off the side of the bunk and dropped to the floor with a practiced ease. She touched a panel near the door and
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