Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2007 00:17:18 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: THE NEW EARTH - 07

THE NEW EARTH - 7

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults
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remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 7

(Revisiting Chapter 6)

"I repeat [Alexios maintained], if it doesn't make a difference, why get all hot and
bothered about what's 'real'...or 'human'...or worthy of being valued?"

The discussion didn't get much further, but Alexios noticed that Justin treated Eddie the
same way that he treated Danny...that is, with love and concern.  The 'boy' blossomed
like a complex flower when around him...and, of course, the four Tacian marines.
Eddie and Danny?  They couldn't be separated...figuratively or (perhaps, all too often)
literally!

(Continuing Our Story:  Tragedy on Serium)

"We're not getting ANYWHERE!" the Field Marshal almost snarled at the Terran
ambassador.  "You say that the Terran Council insists that captives taken on Earth and
its colonies be returned.  For two and a half centuries, however, these FORMER
captives have been integrated into one of the most prosperous, democratic regions in
the known universe.  Certainly, it has always been the MOST well-off of the regions in
this galaxy.  Serium is a series of relatively peaceful and prosperous planets with great
natural resources.  The premiers of several federated countries on those planets, for
instance, carry the blood of Earthmen in their veins.  There is little or no interest in
returning to Earth.

"I hear you, Field Marshal, but the Council insists that Earth needs the human
resources that were stolen from us to recover and rebuild.  You should know, by the
way, that support for the Allied Expeditionary Force is dropping on Terra.  We
celebrated your crushing the Canmuton menace, but the compromises that you made
with the Attians were not popular.  If anything, the more productive slaves of Terran
descent were allowed to stay on Attia while the infirm and the young were sent to us  -
without our full agreement, I might add.  We simply don't need pool boys in the same
way we need experienced trade managers.  Perhaps rather than endless discussion,
Serium needs a little demonstration of our power to convince them that it's useless to
resist us on this matter.  During all of this increasing acrimonious talk, the Tacian
representatives remained silent, but, then, it was never a secret that they desired
unrestricted access to Serium's resources.

"Several of us on this panel will visit Serium during the next few days, Mr.  Ambassador.
I must warn you, though, that the situation is grave.  These are sentient life forms and
can only be pushed so far without repercussions.  Let us do our job, please."

Two days later, the light cruiser Hennessy left for Serium with the Field Marshal, the
Admiral, and two other members of the Allied panel on Terran Captives.  Still some
distance from the planet at warp speed, they received communications from the Serium
leaders.  An Earth star cruiser, the Kursk, and one of its large troop ships had suddenly
appeared before two of their planets and were demanding that all citizens of Terran
descent be "freed" and moved to the troop ship within 36 hours.  There was anxiety
and, perhaps, some degree of fear in their voices as they sought the Panel Chairman's
advice.  Alexios replied that the Terran captain had no right to issue that order and that
the Hennessy would be with them in a matter of a few hours.  "Here's a difficult one, eh,
Sir John?" Alexios asked after the communication had been completed.  "Indeed.  Let's
hope that the Captain of the Kursk is not a complete idiot."

Considerably closer, they were able to monitor the Kursk's communications.  When
they were about two hours away, Captain Miller of the Kursk issued an order to the two
planets to immediately accept their ultimatum...or face the consequences.  They could
not hear the planets' response.  Alexios and Jeffers immediately identified themselves
and ordered the Captain to stand down, but the Hennessy received no answer...nor,
indeed, any indication that the command had even been received.  Within half an hour,
the light cruiser began to encounter heavy space debris and was further delayed.
When it did reach the vicinity, all they saw were the great, dark shape of the Kursk, the
troop ship, and the burned out remnants of two small planets.

Almost immediately, they were hailed by the Kursk and asked to identify themselves.
After doing so, they asked to speak with Captain Miller immediately.  "This is
Commander Sven Johnson, XO of the Kursk, sirs.  Captain Miller along with several of
his officers and members of the crew have been taken into custody.  The Kursk awaits
your commands."  "Very well, Captain Johnson.  Remain in position.  We shall get back
to you momentarily."

Speaking with the President, the Field Marshal did not have to say too much, for the
Serium leadership had been monitoring the communications channels.  He thanked the
Hennessy for stopping the slaughter, but asked that the Allied forces return to Canmuto
for three days before returning to resume negotiations.  "Nearly one and a half million of
our people are dead, sir," he said.  "Perhaps it is not asking too much to give us a short
period to mourn them."  The orders were given, and the three ships returned to
Canmuto at warp speed.

The Terran Council agreed that Captain Miller had exceeded his authority and asked
that the detainees be returned to Earth immediately.  The Field Marshal acceded to
their "request"; indeed, he returned them in chains!  Nevertheless, the damage had
been done...and the Council remained inflexible in its demands.  According to Miller
and his officers, the Council said, a sizable group of Earthmen on Serium had reported
gross atrocities and begged their protection.  Further, the Attian Government told the
Panel that present tensions would only increase if it didn't show "some flexibility" in
dealing with Serium.  After all, they had allied themselves with Canmuto!  Hence, after
three days, a larger Allied fleet returned to Serium.

By and large, the Terran descendants had simply disappeared along with every space-
worthy ship that had been docked following the Battle of the Moons!  Those who
remained on Serium were of mixed blood and felt that their previously happy world was
as dead as the two grisly planetary cores that circled their small star.  The orders given
the Allied forces were clear and succinct:  Respect for Allied authority had to be
restored.  In capturing and repatriating the escapees, the Allied forces were authorized
to go as far beyond the explored boundaries of the Universe as necessary, mapping as
they went.  To that end, a new star cruiser, the Venture, that had been equipped with
advanced warp and hyper drives, as well as the latest Holodeck, was being sent to join
them at Canmuto.

Preparation for the voyage into uncharted space was everyone's first concern on
Canmuto, especially when the Venture arrived.  The Captain, Stanley Hopper, was well
respected in the space fleet, as attested to by Sir John.  Specifically, he received high
marks for cooperation, concern for safety, and attempting to stay out of politics.  He had
been assigned strong forces, including a group of experienced cartographers and
photographers plus a full Battalion of Terran infantry and support personnel, as well as
three companies of battle-hardened Attian marines.  Justin had close friends in both
contingents.  Alexios, naturally enough, had many other concerns, including whether or
not to take the fourteen-year-olds.  (Justin, of course, would go as his Adjutant.)  He
especially wanted to study Eddie under different circumstances and finally decided that
he should go along.  For an almost infinite list of reasons, that decision made it almost
imperative that Danny be included.  The Venture had been outfitted for an extended
voyage (including that necessary for defensive action) before she left Terra.  Thus, by
the end of the third week, two short shake-down voyages had been completed and she
left Canmuto, a bold new vessel whose men held both the ship and her officers in high
regard.

(Fantasia)

They moved through border space for some days, seeing absolutely nothing.  On the
Terran equivalent of the fourth day, both the scientists and the Venture's radar
specialists said that something lay ahead.  Indeed it did!  As they came closer and
closer, they beheld a good-sized planet, but one like none they had ever seen before.
Every aspect of the planet - clouds, land, vegetation, water - appeared in shimmering
pastel colors.  When neither cities nor movement was detected, there was a buzz of
conversation in which some wondered if they had found the source of the Garden of
Eden story.  Eden?  Yes, possibly...  How very beautiful it was.

After thoroughly checking air, water and vegetation samples, a company of Terran
infantry conducted a careful sweep over several square miles.  Nothing that even
suggested the presence of life-forms was observed.  Before the soldiers returned to the
Voyager, they concealed monitoring beacons throughout the area.  Two soldiers did
suggest to their NCOs that they "felt" the presence of "something", but their comments
were finally ascribed to a minor hysterical reaction.  After light had returned to the
planet, permission was finally given for groups of men to disembark under tight security
protocols while the crew completed some minor repairs.

Justin really loved the many friends he had made.  Nevertheless, shipboard conditions
were already wearing on him.  He longed for solitude and a chance to further consider
the beauty of the planet and the directions of his life on his own, apart from a group of
boisterous, considerably less complex teens and young men.  According to the
regulations, however, not even officers could be alone on the planet.  Thus, he
accepted the invitation of the ship's doctor to join him.  After hiking for a bit, they found
a quiet stream meandering through a meadow.  Over towards the side of the meadow,
a curve in the stream was shaded by some enormous old oaks, standing proudly over
land and water.  A soft mist of lightest lavender hung low over the entire area.
Momentarily, Justin swore he could smell the lilac in his mother's garden.  Separated
only by a couple of trees and a large boulder, the two men rested some yards apart,
content in their own musings.

The tired young lad rested back against the trunk of the tree and let his eyes wander
freely over the beautiful scene before him.  The scene did not alarm him; indeed, it was
quite familiar.  He had seen it before in books found in destroyed libraries, books that
contained pictures of the English and French countryside painted by those called
"Masters".  Bathing in the glory of the moment, he wasn't even alarmed by a ray of
sunlight that suddenly illuminated his hand as it lay resting on a knee.  As he held his
palm up to the light, however, he knew...somehow...that it was asking him to follow.  He
seemed to be surrounded by soft, undulating colors as he carefully picked his way
through the forest, following the bright beam.  Suddenly, he sensed that he had
reached his destination, the dwelling place of the spirit that had been guiding him.  As
far as he could tell, he appeared to be inside the hollowed out trunk of a great tree, a
comfortable space that was warm, and light, and inviting.  Slowly, as his clothes fell
away, the shaft of light curled around his body in as sensuous a caress as he had ever
received in his young life.  "Show yourself, Spirit," he said boldly.  "You have nothing to
fear from me - and I know I have nothing to fear from you.  Show yourself in a way that
these eyes can see you."

Before his eyes, the particles of light gradually assumed solid form.  Within some
minutes, a breathtakingly beautiful youth - in his early 20s had he been a Terran - stood
before him.  Fire yet not fire...form yet lack of form...powerful beyond belief and of an
august presence, yet young and intimate...  In the depths of his brain, the boy sensed
the words, "It has been many millennia since I took this form, Justin, but then it has
been even longer since I beheld a creature as beautiful as yourself.  If you do not fear,
come closer."  Justin stepped forward to embrace the vision only to find himself caught
up in a swirling vortex of flame.  His kisses were returned with a passion he did not
know existed.  Embracing the Spirit, his body was lifted high and then whirled about, at
times rubbing sensually over the youth's body, at times simply flying wildly through the
air.  Eventually, he was gripped by a continuing, throbbing orgasm so intense that he
never thought his screams would end.

Justin came to on a bed of soft grasses.  It was dark, but the small fire in the fireplace
allowed him to see the youth who lay stretched out at his side, gently kissing and
stroking his body that was still trembling.  "I have given you a gift," the youth whispered.
"Even when you are lonely, you will never be alone again.  As you discover this gift, do
not be afraid.  Know that all is well and that a Prince of the Pastel Planet will always
love you."  His last conscious memory was of the lips of the young prince softly
caressing his.

The ship's doctor was violently shaking him, trying to get him to wake up.  In the
distance, he could see lights from torches and hear yells as groups of soldiers tried to
locate them.  When they reached the ship, the Captain took Dr.  Lang in tow, while the
Field Marshal silently beckoned for Justin to follow him.

"I don't know what to make of your story," Alexios finally murmured.  "I do know you do
not lie.  It's possible that you ate something that caused hallucinations...or, perhaps, it
was in the water.  At the very least, YOU believe that which you have told me.  Of that I
am satisfied.  As to the reality of this "gift," we shall simply have to wait and see.
Tomorrow, I'll ask several individuals, Dr.  Lang included, to watch you carefully over
the next month.  (Smirking, he added that he did not think the present was a good
time!)

Within minutes, the Venture was put on full alert.  In the morning it blasted off slightly
before 9:00 a.m. Earth time.


(To Be Continued)