Volume 5, Issue 29
Part 51 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us
We have been following the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a mission that started in 200,000 BC. As Blu and Ska, they are now well into their new life, around 40,000 BC in the mountains of northwestern Spain. At this point of the story, our Agents are no longer conscious of their true identities; the new brain has taken over their souls — for now. Previous episodes.
In recent episodes, Blu and Ska have been going deeper into meditation in an effort to revive their Rebel memories. They don’t know it yet, but their intense practice has brought them closer to their real Agent identities, with Melchizedek and Layla leaking through in their meditations — not in words but rather in feelings and images. While awaiting orders as to how to cross the Great Water, Ska has a sense of nearly drowning in the Great Water before Layla “walked in” and saved him. Meanwhile, Stari-ki has received news from Planetary Command confirming the Rebel identities of Blu and Ska, saying contact had been lost with them. Then suddenly, all of their meditations were interrupted by an attack that Stari-ki once again didn’t see coming.
Blu and Ska scrambled down the huge rock to join the fight. The noise and the smoke caught their attention as soon as the surprise attack was launched. As they hacked their way through the enemy’s left flank, they realized that they were up against organized fighters and not the kind of savage mob that had attacked them up North some weeks ago. By the time they got into the center of the battle and in protective position in front of Stari-Ki, they identified who these attackers were — their weapons and tactics made it clear that these were some of the men they themselves had trained. Why would these men use their training against their teachers? Blu and Ska wondered.
Ska fought bravely and well as he always did, but inside he was terrified that his back was once again to the Great Water.
Within an hour the attackers retreated and Stari-ki’s army set up defensive perimeters. Blu and Ska went to Stari-ki’s tent, which was upright again although singed black with streaks of soot. But the guards turned them away, saying that Stari-ki would come out when he was ready and they would then be the first to meet with him.
Inside, Stari-ki was in mental communication with someone in Planetary Command who refused to identify himself or to give any aid. Stari-ki could not understand this. Unless he had been lied to from the start, Command should want to support him and help him put down whatever insurrection had occurred among these conscripted troops who had once seemed loyal to him.
Since he did not know the rank of the man who was speaking, Stari-ki started to become nasty and was repaid with a sudden headache. This surely was a superior officer capable of doing that to him. The man cut off the communication and Stari-ki rubbed his head, wondering what to do now, since it did not appear that reinforcements would be coming any time soon, nor any means of crossing the water. His army was trapped here against the coast by men he had trained, whose strength in numbers he had no means of knowing. For all he knew, they might be outnumbered and at a tactical disadvantage in terms of maneuver and surprise. Not good.
Another voice came into his head, a woman. He identified Goma, a young naval officer with a crush on him and with whom he’d dallied back on Ceres. She now commanded a small fast-destroyer class vessel in orbit above this planet. Her garbled message, more felt than heard, was that she would help him.
Stari-ki sat and let it all sort itself out in his mind. Possible explanations sprang slowly to mind. Aldus could have reawakened to his real Rebel identity and remembered some ancient insult between his clan and Stari-ki’s — that sort of thing went on all the time, so this could be one of those vendettas. Or maybe Aldus was feeling his oats and decided he ought to run the show, rather than someone foolish enough to have left him so powerful after conquering him.
Or maybe Command wanted them at each other’s throats. Maybe this was a strategy for training the strongest fighters on this planet to become the interplanetary fighting force. He knew this was the Rebel purpose that had been decided for this breeding stock. Yes, that had the ring of truth to it. Stari-ki smiled. This was a lovely challenge, a complete bar brawl then. He would have to be sure to be the last Rebel man standing when it was all over down here. The mission was even sweeter than he knew.
TO BE CONTINUED
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