Chapter 4There was a stillness, immeasurable, dark, silent.The void between galaxies appeared to be just what people presupposed, an almost infinite expanse, the dark reaches of the universe separating the oases of galaxy from galaxy. However, that was quite simply the point. The order wrought from chaos gives the universe the appearance of such symmetry, but what is out of place, hidden or otherwise, more often than not makes its presence known. The void between galaxies has never been, nor will it ever be, empty. There is matter there, things exists … some of these things are alive, after a fashion. And some of them, some of them simply cannot be explained.In the silence there was a tumult, a slight vibration, a disruption, a cosmic distortion, best described as an anomaly. The silence of the great black expanse was vast, and few things living in this area of space had the ability, or will, to monitor, or traverse the great vastness. Only one cognitive sense of perception noted the strange anomaly. An eye saw it, one of the oldest in this part of the cosmos. It belonged to a being of vast intelligence, ancient and far beyond the mere matters of mortals.One eye of energy opened in the darkness, its brilliance illuminating its husk, and the many tendrils attached. It moved towards the anomaly, which wasn’t yet visible to primitive eyes. This being placed its origin within the Great Majestic, the Great Galaxy in Andromeda. It, and its kin had long since departed beyond the galactic rim, leaving the Majestic’s destiny to younger races.Yet, now these races were no longer young. They had eons of history behind them. Those that were old enough, and of them there were very few, would have noted the emergence of the being’s eye, its large husk, and wispy tendrils. Once, this form was much smaller, and walked on worlds. Denizens of the Majestic would have called it a Space God, an ancient being long since evolved beyond the veil. And, as the Space God woke to the increasing vibration in the emptiness, two of the Majestic’s mightiest sentients, the Narellans and the Zradgen, noted its eye.Powerful sensors from different zones of the Majestic’s galactic rim collected voluminous amounts of data. Knowledge engines analyzed the data and displayed both raw, and scrutinized data to sensor analysts. Artificial Intelligences gave suppositions on what might be occurring in the emptiness based on data provided by local datawells, data that extended back in time several millennia. Commanders were notified. Ships were dispatched to investigate. High priority communications were sent to the requisite governments. Actions were initiated.The anomaly in the Great Expanse increased in amplitude. The Ancient One, the Space God, communicated in its own esoteric fashion with its kin. Narellan and Zradgen sensors watched as the Space God came fully awake, and instantly moved several parsecs away from the anomaly, somehow under its own physical power, violating the laws of causality, and traveling in real space faster than the speed of light. Sensors tracked trace tachyons, and recorded the momentous event of a portal opening ahead of the Ancient One.In historical records, Ancient Ones were known to be able to traverse hyperspace at heretofore unknown levels, unaided by any artificial means, such as a space ship.They watched as the Space God entered the portal. Powerful sensor detected eyes, thousands of eyes, just like the god’s inside the portal, or rather just the other side of the gate, for they could not tell where, or when was the opening in space beyond the thousand eyes on the event horizon. Then, it vanished. The Ancient One was gone. All that was left was the anomaly, to which their sensors quickly became attuned.Powerful ships were still on approach to the anomaly when it pulsed, energy and matter exploding into space from seemingly nowhere. The area was doused with energy, which erupted across several frequencies. Sensors were overpowered, shutting down after reaching their thresholds. The ships held position, their occupants staring at the sight of the eruption, witnessing what looked like nothing less than the instant birthing of a new vibrant blue and white star.Communications between ships on both sides increased ten-fold. Sensors interrogated the new star intensely. Then, the sensors of the opposing vessels increased their scans of each other. Messages were sent, along with observational data. They knew what this new star was, what it represented. The question now was, what is to be done. Both sides knew the answer.The posturing began.“Weapons activation, sir,” said the First Level Senseman, of the Narellan cruiser Namosen.The Narellans were humanoids of a distinctive avian/mammalian descent, brown skin over a thin body frame, average height of six feet. The skin covered a vestigial beak, which barely broke through the flesh on their face. Below it, a very humanoid looking mouth. Plumage of varying colors grew on their heads, wrists, legs, and the center of their chests, which was hidden beneath their uniforms.“The Zradgen are doing no more than we ourselves,” said the commander of the Namosen, staring at the holographic image rotating in front him. “I’m more interested in the anomaly.”“The Kha’ahmpion, you mean,” corrected the Scienceman.“I’m not a mystic,” said the Commander.“Neither am I, sir,” said the Scienceman. “Nevertheless, we know there are some things that defy our knowledge. Things that our historical datawells have fully categorized, but not fully understood. Things like this new star, which by the way seems to be shrinking.”“Shrinking?”“I confirm,” said the Senseman. “It is roughly half the size it was initially.”“Can’t easily tell, it’s so bright. Analysis?”“Inconclusive,” said the Scienceman, studying his console. “The Kha’ahmpion appears to be consolidating. It’s continuing to shrink.”“Current distance?” asked the Commander.“Three extets,” said the Senseman, which was roughly three parsecs, or 191,800,000,000,000 miles.“Move us closer,” said the Commander. “Increase speed to one-fifth.”“One-fifth, sir,” the Flightman accelerated the cruiser’s speed to one-fifth its full capacity in normal space, or subspace, which was still quite fast.The Commander leaned forward in his chair. “Increase the analysis factor.”“The Shipmind has harnessed as much thought-power as it can,” said the Scienceman.“No new results?”“None,” said the Scienceman, a bit sarcastically. He and the Commander were old friends.The Commander’s dark eyes became irritated slits. “So what are we supposed to do?” He asked of no one in particular.“Well,” offered the Scienceman. “Historical records speak of what should happen following a Kha’ahmpionic appearance. In time it should—”“Enemy fire,” interrupted the Second-Level Senseman. “I’ve got pulse blasts from the lead Zradgen ship across the board, designate A1.”“Full alert,” said the Commander, calmly. “Shields. Weaponsman, give me a lock on that cruiser, and plot a wide area solution for its support vessels. Comman, tell our vessels to stand clear.“Yes, sir,” said the Weaponsman.“I suppose it was too much to ask them to remain quiet in the face of a galactic anomaly not seen for eons,” said the Commander.“Guess so,” said the Scienceman.“Still, we have the edge in this sector of the rim. We’ll clean them up, and get back to following the anomaly.”“Kha’ahmpion,” corrected the Scienceman.The Commander chuckled. “Excuse me, Kha’ahmpion.”“Sir!” said the Second-Level Senseman. “I’m getting several contacts, hyperspace signatures, openings all over.”The Commander hid his surprise. “Plot them Senseman, where and how many.”“Sir, sir,” the senseman said, nervously. “They’re all around us, sir. Zradgen contacts, fifteen, twenty, forty five, sectors alpha through zeta. We’re surrounded!”“Flightman, evasive maneuvers,” said the Commander. “All thought-power to engines and weapons. Weaponsman, open plot, fire for affect. Comman, open a channel to the fleet.”The Commander continued to issue orders as the mighty vessel changed course in the emptiness of space. The ship’s support vessels peeled away, some moving in concert with the cruiser, others plotting their own vectors out of the way of the Zradgen onslaught.“Done, sir,’ said the Comman.“Fleet, this is the Commander. Suddenly our mission has gone from one of observation to defense. Break the rearward action of the Zradgen fleet, away from the Kha’ampion. Fly into the wake of their hyperspace gates, and make for the Majestic at speed. That is all. May the Gods keep you.”“Incoming, sir,” said the Senseman. “Missiles, anti-matter.”“What?” The Commander looked at his holographic plot, and saw the squared bulk of a Zradgen battleship emerge from hyperspace, launching high-speed missiles at his vessel.“All power to shields,’ he commanded. “All hands, brace for impact!”“This isn’t looking so good,” said the Scienceman.The commander frowned. “I know.” He paused, taking a deep breath as he watched the graphical plots of the missiles get closer and closer to his ship. “Comman, activate the alpha emergency beacon, full data download.”“Yes sir,” said the Comman.The Comman passed his hands over two controls on his console, activating the beacon that would forego their local starbase, and traverse the dangers of hyperspace level ten, reaching Narella almost instantaneously.The bridge of the cruiser was filled with white light. Everyone on board held on for dear life, which most of them knew would not be for much longer. The ship shuddered, as defensive shields tried to withstand the massive force of matter colliding with antimatter, bathing the Narellan ship with a horrible torrent of energy.The ship lasted just long enough. Before it disintegrated, the last image its sensors recorded was the Kha’ahmpion, shrinking to one one-thousandth of its original size, and in a burst of energy, flying off across the vastness of the Great Expanse, towards the galaxy humans call, the Milky Way.The fiery star, the Kha’ahmpion, barreled across the Great Expanse, tearing and gashing at reality along the way. It violated the laws of causality haphazardly, continuously accelerating, attaining velocities far in excess of the speed of light. Its wake somehow repaired the damage caused by the its passing.The Kha’ahmpion’s flight was monumental. Of the local sentients only the Narellan and Zradgen were able to keep watch. They spread the word to their respective allies, and soon the entirety of the Majestic was in alarm.However, in realms unobserved and undetectable by mortal sensors, Ancient Ones, Space Gods, kept the vigil, watching the Kha’ahmpion as if looking at a baseball flying by a window. They watched the fiery star traverse the Great Expanse, shrinking as it went, shedding energy. It was this energy that repaired reality as it dissipated. The only thing that remained of its passing was an invisible trail of disrupted subatomic particles. In the perceived emptiness of the Great Expanse, to someone properly equipped, these trace particles were like a road left in the Kha’ahmpion’s wake.The star continued to accelerate, faster, faster, and faster still. It was magnificent. It crossed the Great Expanse. It crossed the galactic rim of the Milky Way. Only then, did it finally begin its deceleration. It bled energy in explosive gouts and spurts. It slowed, but its vector never wavered. On it flew, entering a small star system just on the outskirts of the galaxy, in a quadrant whose sentients were young, few having achieved spaceflight.Of these races only one had the capability to detect the Kha’ahmpion’s energy, which as suddenly as it appeared on their sensors, vanished. It was as if the Kha’ahmpion somehow knew it had been seen. It could avoid the detection of younger races, but in its radical, natural state, it was hard pressed to avoid the prying eyes of ancient races.The Kha’ahmpion flew on, as if on a mission of desperation. It bled still more energy, shrinking smaller, and smaller. I dampened itself to the point of complete invisibility.It passed through the star system’s Oort cloud, home to comets, a gathering of water, methane, ammonia, rock, and dust. It continued onward, passing the orbits of twenty different planets, planets that lie within the Kuiper Belt, an area of controversy among scientist of this star system’s third planet. There they asked the question, “does the solar system have ten planets? Hey, it could even have twenty.”Onward.It streaked passed the orbits of Pluto, Neptune, and Uranus. It did a close fly by of the planet Saturn, and it bled more energy, feeding the gas giant a morsel of its near infinite power. Below perception it shrunk, flying onward, seemingly vanishing from this plane of existence. But it remained, a cosmic anomaly, a time/space protuberance. Its totality flew on by Jupiter, through the asteroid belt, into what human beings called the inner Solar System.On it flew, passing wondrous red Mars.As it passed the Martian orbit its destination was finally perceived, a blue green orb, ripe with possibility, infinite possibility. Of course, this must be so, for even though the reasoning of a galactic force of nature was beyond the understanding of mortals, the question of why the Kha’ahmpion would choose a tiny planet in an insignificant solar system, residing in the spiral arm of a quiet quadrant of an unimportant galaxy had to be answered by the indication that here was greatness. Here, was the future. Here, was hope.The Kha’ahmpion approached the blue green planet, nearly coming to a stop. In the upper atmosphere it hovered, directly over its intended target. It found him. One sentient in all the universe, a human being, a denizen of Earth.
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