The Theron Residency (Brides of Theron Book 4) (16 page)

“It has been some time since I have heard talk of the Interdimensional Federation,” Zirlo said as he tugged at his bottom lip in concentration.

“Who are they?” Zeb asked.

“They oversee the entire universe and all dimensional levels including the many realms that exist in between. My father once told a tale about how they facilitated our people’s move here to Theron. It was once believed that long ago in our history that our ancestors fell as a result of nuclear holocaust in the Aurora 23 solar system. This led to the destruction of Niburu, the 12
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planet in that system, and the literal fall into the lower dimensions of space and time. At the time of our planet’s destruction, we were evacuated from Niburu on large ships organized by the Galactic Federation and sent to live on several different planets suitable for sustaining life within the universe.”

“You see, our ancestors were higher dimensional beings living somewhere within the 5
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-dimensional planes. It was determined by those that moved us; we would suffer as a punishment for dividing life supporting atoms. The Gods sent our ancestors to live in the third-dimensional plane of existence in physical bodies that required food and water to survive as punishment for our crimes until a time came that we would redeem ourselves. We would be forced to live out multiple lifetimes until all of us as a whole learned our lesson. I wonder how far we have come now to have them taking interest in us again. I didn’t believe it at first. I thought my dad was out of his mind. But, something happened when I was brought to the prison camp that made me change my mind.”

“How is this possible? What happened that changed your mind?” Zeb’s brows were furrowed and muscles tense as he waited for an answer.

“The Galactic Federation contacted me shortly before the Drylon attack. They spoke to me telepathically. At first, they communicated to me only while I was asleep. As I made it a point to apply the teachings from my dreams to help me quiet my mind, I would start to hear them while I was awake. They warned me that my greatest mission was about to be realized. That it was important that, I must stay alive on all counts despite the hardships that I would be subjected to. I didn’t believe this at first and said nothing about it to anyone. Frankly, I thought I was going crazy.  After I was in the prison camp, all I had was time. When I would find myself deep in thought and in a transitive state, they would speak to me to give me strength and guidance.”

“Sometimes, I was beaten, thrown into the dungeons to starve. I knew that I should have died several of those times and didn’t. It would be those times that I would find a healer in the closest cell that provided the right kind of medicine or some other odd acquisition of strength to deal with my situation. I would find out later that they were behind my meeting the different leaders of the other camps. I would fight when I was called to a fight and be thrown into the dungeon, and the poison or medicine I would need would be buried in the corner of the cell. Sometimes, a leader from another camp would tell me that he heard messages from the same source. I finally believed and began to welcome the encouraging words they gave me. When they weren’t helping me deal with the guards or some other crisis, they would give me access to the real history of our people in my dreams.”

“Just before Lars arrived, they told me that a warrior would come and help me off the planet. I would return home to my people and brief the Council. A great many civilizations, some we have never heard of, would be called to assist us in our plea to free the captured. They said that when I returned with a force of men, Gatton’s reign would be over and the Drylon people would be released. They led me to Carel as well. There are many things in the universe that we cannot explain. Sometimes we have to trust that a higher power has plans for us. Sometimes, we just need to walk in faith to have our actual soul purposes realized.” Zirlo said as he blankly stared out at the landscape surrounding them.

They drove awhile in silence, both contemplating what was said. As they pulled onto the street in front of Zeb’s house, his communicator badge beeped. He touched the cold metal of the new emblem on his uniform shirt, “This is Commander Zeb.”

“Man, you are never going to believe this,” he heard Brylon say.

“What are you talking about, Brylon?”

“I just got an answer to the message you sent. The message I received wasn’t coded like the one you gave me to send. However, it was sent on a secure frequency. I figured that you’d want me to determine where it originated from, so I took the liberty of tracking it. It wasn’t sent from Drylon.”

“What do you mean Brylon?” Zirlo asked.

“Hello Commander. I didn’t realize you were there. I hope you are doing well.”

Before Brylon could say another word, Zirlo interrupted, “The message, Brylon.”

“Yes, the message didn’t come from Drylon, it came from Pernmock.”

“Can you send it to my tablet?” Zeb quickly said as he picked up the tablet he had stowed bag behind the seat.

“Just sent it,” Brylon replied.

Zeb touched the glass tablet and keyed in his passcode. He could feel his father beside him reading the message aloud over his shoulder.

Commander,

I wanted you to know that we have received your message and will send it to our son. He had contacted us several hours before we received your message to let us know that he had to cancel plans to meet us at a secured location that we do not wish to disclose at this time. We are worried about his safety in this endeavor. Keep us updated on all decisions made on this matter. We will relay them to our son.

May peace and honor be with you always,

Anton and LaLane Fenwick

“I remember meeting Anton once. Cranik was a good friend of theirs.” Zirlo said clearly lost in his thoughts.

“Cranik, he’s Kurtz’s father isn’t he?” Zeb asked.

Zirlo nodded. Brylon interrupted again, “To make this easier for you, I have routed all further messages from this frequency to be sent directly to your tablet Zeb. That way your father can answer them immediately, as well as inform them directly of any decisions or developments.”

“Thank you, Brylon. I don’t know what I would do without you man.” Zeb said as he continued to eye the message.

“Keep that in mind when you give me time off that I am going to be asking you for in the very near future. It is not easy to take care of a mate and three mischievous rewas when I am working all the time,” Brylon laughed heartily. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.” The communicator beeped to let them know that the transmission had ended.

“I haven’t heard that closing in a very long time,” Zirlo said as he took the tablet that Zeb handed him. “The Drylon people adopted, May peace and honor be with you always, as their doctrine when they petitioned their admission into the Intergalactic Council. Gatton forbade it to be uttered when he declared himself emperor. Imagine how great it would be to restore peace and honor to the Drylon people.”

“Are you sure that the Drylon people are ready to remove Gatton from the throne? I know that we talked about the prisoners and the necessity of freeing them, but we never discussed whether the Drylon people that remain on the planet are ready or willing to go to war to oust Gatton. For them, either way they choose will lead to war on their planet.” Zeb asked.

“It doesn’t matter. We have to free the prisoners. This is enough reason for us to declare war. Carel mentioned a big underground movement to bring the planet back to peace. I don’t know how large it is, but they will surely support us to remove Gatton from power. And if there are any Drylon citizens that choose to fight for Gatton, they will have to be dealt with individually. They may even forfeit their lives for the cause. As a commander, you will find that collateral damage is always to be expected in the outcome of any war.”

“I just want to bring our people home. I don’t want to risk bringing war back to our planet now that I have Avery and a daughter on the way. It’s hard to believe that I have so much to lose. I guess that I am afraid that if we attack, we may face what we did ten years ago.” Zeb looked pensively at his father who reached out and squeezed his hand.

“Son, I have learned many things over the years, but only a few things have stood out. You can’t change the future or the past. You have to live in the present and trust that what is meant to happen is going to happen. We can only hope and pray that we act smartly and wisely to bring this matter to a close without much bloodshed. We will pray to the Gods for wisdom and courage to deal with this swiftly. Believe me; I don’t want to see war on this planet either.”

“I hope you’re right, dad,” Zeb said as his father turned his attention to the tablet leaving Zeb to his thoughts. War was something that no one in command should ever take lightly. This would be something that he would learn a great deal from. Lives would be lost, but their people would be rescued. In the silence, he thought about what he would say to address the council.

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“WHAT!?!” Gatton yelled out to the person on the other side of the door pounding on it like it was a drum. The two women were startled awake as he yelled. “Who dares to disturb me?”

Uphir, Gatton’s brother, and personal physician opened the door a crack and stuttered, “It’s Uphir, your Grace. You asked me to retrieve you when the Drylon guard came back with the evidence pertaining to Zirlo and Lars. He is here now, sir, waiting in your office.”

“Come in Uphir.” The two girls writhed over his naked body waiting for another round of his masochistic sexual games. He may have a body that was smaller than most of the men in the Drylon race, but his cock was huge and powerful. He looked down to see it in all its glory. He was quite vain about this particular male organ and noticed that it started to get hard again as the women clawed at his chest. His cock was a tool that he used in order to survive for as long as he had. The feeding off of innocent souls was food for him. Sure, he needed to nourish his mortal body with edible food like everyone else. But, sucking the life energy out of his victims was a necessary evil to stay within this host for such a long time. Men or women, it did not matter. He found over time that the meal would be more satisfying if they were sexually aroused. In this state, he would strip from them their youth leaving them with an empty death and him a more filling meal.

“Yes, brother.” Uphir walked over to the end of the bed and gathered up his master’s black silken robe. Gatton edged his way out of the bed with the marks of the women’s fingernails leaving red streaks on his flesh.

“Don’t worry my pets, I will be back,” he said as he kissed each one of them, sucking a bit more of their soul from their bodies with each kiss. The girls would virtually become his sex slaves as soon as he entered them. At times he would have to force himself on them, essentially raping them. Then, they would hand themselves over to him willingly until he sucked all the life out of them. He turned to Uphir, “These two have been quite enjoyable. You made an excellent choice brother.”

“I’m glad that they meet your needs.” Gatton’s need to feed had been increasing. Soon after he would take a mortal body, he could sustain off of four or five good encounters in a year. Now, he was always feeding. After 453 years, he knew that he was going to have to find a new host soon. Uphir was wasting too much time and effort finding him food when he should be keeping tabs on what was going on around them. Gatton had possessed this body far longer than any other he had in the past. It was by far the most complacent host he had ever lived within in his long life. Sometimes, he could even feel the voyeuristic joy his host held for him.

“Did you examine Fenwick’s evidence? Was it conclusive?” Gatton slipped behind the screen to dress in his uniform.

“Yes, sir. I examined everything he brought. Fenwick suggested that we speak to the Theron Doctor and listen to the testimony of a man from the same sector. I think it would be a good idea to do this as well. It might help to put your mind at ease brother.”

Gatton came out from behind the screen. Everything he chose to wear was a standard black. Black as the death, he planned to bring all the planets his father had helped create. You see, his father was Bezaliel, the ‘Shadow of God’. That was until God changed the meaning of his name to ‘damaged’. He was the 13
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watcher of the twenty leaders of the 200 fallen angels listed in the Book of Enoch. He chuckled to himself. And Lars thought he wanted to know where Earth was. Uphir and I were conceived and born on that planet he thought to himself. We know exactly where earth is and have plans for its destruction very soon.

He put on his dark sunglasses to hide the large black irises. His eyes would change like that after he took possession of a man. They had made it a general rule to never possess a woman. He believed women to be weak and unsuitable leaders due to their wavering emotions. Just like Eve they had the potential to bring him to the brink of defeat with their emotions and sympathy. The only reason he chose to stay in this body so long was because it fit him like a glove. His host never complicated anything or rebelled against him. His host was even amused by his evil doings.

Uphir walked out the room and down the dark hallway, with his brother remaining at his right-hand side. Dark, everything was always dark. The walls were always painted black. The surface of the furniture was always red as blood and gilded with gold accents. It was just the way Gatton liked it. Uphir opened the door to the office where Carel was nervously pacing back and forth. When the door slammed shut, Carel stood to attention.