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He closed his eyes.
I am one with the All.
The All hear you.The great voice was clearer each time he contacted it, but still too far away. At least there were occasional meetings with the portion using Hobato and a few others, but it often felt the emptiness of separation was keener for the smallness of their combination.
I have failed to bring in two of the three hoped for, especially the elder who once held power. The unit I have in my influence may help destabilize the Kalquorian hierarchy, but by little. He will be of more use to gain influence on other worlds.
It is a start. They are separate. They are weak. They will fall.
It is good.The entity was relieved it hadn’t been deemed an utter failure.There is still the option of absorbing the elder’s mind.
It is best to proceed slowly. The Kalquorians have been alerted to our threat. They have discovered the cleansing of the planet they call Bi’is. They are worried we have infiltrated their planet. Caution must be adhered until they have been weakened and the All arrives.
The Oiteil entity caught a note of concern.Is the situation dangerous? Would you have me retreat?
There is peril, but the All is greater. The Galactic Council is well compromised.
Kalquor will not notice this?
Kalquor will be too concerned by internal problems to react when the Galactic Council crumbles. The All possesses vast information on the biology of Kalquorians. Pandemics and revolt will bring it to its knees. It will fall.
Death to the Kalquorian Empire. It is good.
The adventure continues early in 2024. Read now for a preview of the third Dark Empire installment.
Time is running out to halt the Darks’ march to the Kalquorian Empire’s annihilation.
Finally home on Kalquor, Dramok Ilid is haunted by his encounter with the Darks, which he barely survived. His struggle far from over, Ilid’s sanity and the empire’s existence hang on a quickly unraveling thread. When he learns the Darks have arrived on Kalquor, even his family’s love may not be able to keep him from an unthinkable end.
On Earth II, head of planetary security Nobek Kuran’s hands are full: meeting his potential in-laws, training his replacement, and keeping tabs on a rogue lieutenant governor with a secret agenda. His troubles are only beginning when a deadly attack on those he loves drives him to the brink of murder. Meanwhile, spy Nobek Selt finds himself growing far too close to his subject, reporter Blythe Nelson. Does his clan dare to romance a woman devoted to uncovering the truth, including their secret activities on her world?
Having wiped out the entire Bi’is civilization, the Darks have seized control of the Galactic Council of Planets and attempt to bring the Kalquorian Empire to its knees. Clans Tranis and Piras are desperate to stop the enemy from destroying Kalquor and its allies. Can Hope Nath and Chief Engineer Lokmi capture a lethal enemy capable of passing through all known barriers?
Dark Empire Book Three
Secret War
Galactic Council space, planet Jedver
Dramok Mereta, secretary-general to the Galactic Council of Planets, caught a glimmer of light and welcomed it. As it grew larger and brighter, he sent waves of calming bliss to the other mind.
The alien presence was heavy, suffocating as Mereta’s Kalquorian consciousness emerged. He felt it stir, reacting to the soft blurring of focus he fed it. It knew something was wrong, but it had no idea what.
Mereta found its ache, its loneliness, its separation. He fed it warmth and a sense of belonging. It submerged into the sensation, hungry to be one with the All again.
Having successfully distracted it for a few precious moments, Mereta looked out onto the world he only knew in bits and snatches nowadays.
He was in his office, seated at his desk. His computer was on, a holographic screen hovering over it. He read it over quickly, knowing control of his body was brief, counted in minutes. Perhaps seconds.
It was a disturbing message to the heads of member planets, not only from himself but from many members on the council, urging them to relax sanctions against the planet Trag. The Tragooms were a troublesome species, mere children in a spiritual sense but destructive, best kept to their own area of space.
Even so, there was little Mereta could do to keep such nonsense from being sent, especially since doing so would awaken the creature riding him to the fact he was overcoming it on occasion. He marveled for an instant at how the tone and speech of the message it had composed sounded just as he would…if he’d indeed supported such nonsense as easing the boundaries keeping the Tragooms part of the rest of the galaxy’s society without allowing them to do too much damage.
Instead, he opened a new document and typed a hurried message, the latest in several. He noted the date as he did so. Had he really been locked away in his own mind for so long? Apparently none of his earlier attempts to communicate had been discovered by the recipients.
Then again, his activities had yet to be discovered by the creature running his body, so there was still hope. More hope since Kalquor had yet to be overcome.
“Send via com route labeledMereta Home Path,” he told the device when he was done. “Recipient, Nobek Emperor Bevau.”
