Ascendant Saga Collection: Sci-Fi Fantasy Techno Thriller Brandon Ellis (ebook reader for comics txt) 📖

He walked to his Air Wing, pulled himself on top of the wing, and climbed into the cockpit. A helmet on his seat and he placed it over his head. Starting the boosters, Jaxx gave Liberty and the few commanders a thumbs up.

“The helmet is connected to my mind,” came Liberty’s voice. “Fly to the coordinates on your holographic control display.”

A map materialized on the corner of the flight console. Jaxx narrowed his eyes. Never mind. This wasn’t good. “The coordinates are on Callisto. I thought I was going to the stars?”

“We don’t have time for that. The coordinates are to our great pyramid’s apex.”

Jaxx’s shoulder’s drooped. “So, I’m giving away my life?”

“You’re being in service.”

Shit. “What if I decline?”

“Your ship is already set to the coordinates. You have given us your choice and we’re setting that choice into motion.”

The Air Wing rose. “No, wait! I decided against it. You know I did. Stop this thing!” He pounded against the cockpit window.

“There’s no stopping, there’s only doing. Now, Jaxx, you’ve decided against the transmutation of your DNA to end the darkness in the Beings who are currently attacking us. That we understand and we applaud your choice.”

The starfighter blasted forward, heading through an opening in the glass dome’s wall. “Then where am I going?”

“You’re going on the second route, the second idea to end the war and bring peace to our civilization once again.”

“You just said I was—” Jaxx paused, more confused than ever, but if he was taking a second route, then he wasn’t going to question anymore.

His Air Wing exited the domed city and zipped forward, heading for the great pyramid where a mess of beings amassed, entering through a large opening at the pyramid’s base.

A golden light enveloped the cockpit. A white flash and then darkness.

He gasped, looking around, seeing stars and Jupiter in front of him.

“I didn’t go far.” He patted himself. “And I’m alive?”

“Very much so,” responded Liberty. “In two minutes, you’ll be catapulted to another star system in our galaxy. From there, follow the coordinates, Jaxx.”

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J-Quadrant, Solar System - Flood of Dawn, Callisto

Rivkah wrung her hands together and glanced at Bogle. “Are you fine with this?”

They were in a small structure just outside Flood of Dawn’s great pyramid. Bogle stood over a table with a holographic display illuminated in front of her. It was a view of the battlefield. None of the teams had deployed yet, but in a matter of minutes, the assault and survivor retrieval would commence.

Bogle wore a device similar to the device around the Princess Leia statue’s head, looking like futuristic headphones—ear cups around the ears cushioned with soft ear pads that illuminated in an inner glow the moment they were placed on Bogle’s head.

The head band was positioned toward the back of the head instead of on top. Blue, glowing lights projected a few inches outward from the band, forming hieroglyphs that zoomed by quickly, similar to stats running across the board at the New York Stock Exchange. A few Atlanteans, wearing similar devices, stood around tables in the large, crystalline room, in charge of specialized teams and leaders in the coming assault.

Bogle nodded her head. “I’ll be fine. That question should be asked to you, but you wouldn’t give me an honest answer, because your life has been embroiled in lies and deceit perpetrated by you, your family, and the people you worked for, so your habit to shrug everything off and call it normal would be catalyzed by your past loop. You’d tell me you’re good, but deep inside, you’re crying and craving for peace, for acceptance, and for your family—most notably your father—to applaud you as a human being, rather than look at you as if you were in the way and the scum of the Universe. Also—” Bogle pulled the head phones off and touched her throat. “I’m so sorry. I could see everything in you and I couldn’t shut myself up.”

“Well, bullseye. But don’t need a therapist at the moment.” Rivkah placed her hand on Grenik’s shoulder. “Do we have to do this? I’m all good with helping, but having someone in my mind the entire time is going to distract the shit out of me.”

Grenik’s eyebrows pulled down in concentration. He gestured for Bogle to hand him the head phones. She promptly did. He pressed buttons on the head band. “This is connected to the Lady of Atlantis statue and thus is connected to every individual on this planet. With this on, she will be able to telepathically communicate with you or whoever’s energy signature she wishes by pressing on any warrior’s signature on the holographic screen.” He pursed his lips, continually pressing more buttons. “There we go,” he said, his face relaxing. “We had it on a different mode. Now she’ll be able to communicate as she wishes, no longer getting into your issues to bring them to the forefront. She’ll be able to lead you from place to place, so you can complete your mission.” He gave the device back to Bogle.

Rivkah looked over Grenik’s shoulder, grabbing a view of her team. They were outside the beautiful city. A gang of female and male warriors. They stood outside and passed the door on the barren, dry land, battle-ready and prepared to enter the Great Pyramid to teleport to East Rise. The majority of them were part of Sey team, there to extract as many surviving Atlanteans in East Rise as possible. Twelve, including Grenik, were part of Tos team—her team—there to assassinate the Kelhoons leader and change the tide of this war. They had the leader’s location and Bogle would be Rivkah’s eyes, leading the team there.

“You hear me, Rivkah?” asked Bogle.

Rivkah rubbed her ears. “I’m going to have to get used to hearing your voice in my head. This is disorienting.”

“During combat,” responded Grenik. “It won’t be an intrusion. You get used to it fast.” He turned, putting a fist in the air. “Sey