Science Fiction
The Galactic Order Knights
by Dan Starcu

Chapter I. Oregon

The face of the man hid the emotion betrayed only by the intense bright of his eyes. In the twightlight, the beam from the pentagonal screen seemed to spring from the fire snakes born by the thick clouds on the far-away planet Gevara, when the magnetical perturbations create terrible neutronic stormes.
He was carefully observing the positions taken by the forces of the 7-th princely fleet, in the limits of the five controlable Universes, checked by the blue army. People had always been fighting against the Prince’s armies. For fifty years the sort of the war had been changing. When the human forces had seemed to advance in the stelar systems of the blue creatures, something unpleasent had happened and they had been forced to withdraw.
Now, they were fighting in the third antropic Universe. They had chosen the site of the battle. Someone would say that this was an advantage, but Tai-Ro knew very well that the 7-th pricely fleet could always receive an important aid from the other ten dimensions. Truely, the Terrestrial Republic spaceships surveyed any movement of the princely forces and he himself could observe their positions on the epitronical super-screen, as soon as he would use different frequencies of the tahionic emision.
A soft whistle was heard and close to him Tab-O, the Commander’s assistant of Oregon spaceship, materialized himself.
‘Any news ?’ asked him in a telepatical way.
‘You know, as well as I do, that this is the way they fight,’ Tai-Ro answered.
‘The princely armies are preparing something unusual to us, Commander. I feel this thing.’
‘What do you mean by these words?’
‘The intensity of energetical collections has been increasing in the Green Universe. I am surprised that you haven’t observe this thing on the epitronical screen.’
‘We couldn’t observe such a thing because… Look at the screen!’
Its light became green. The checked zone was between the marked coordinates.
‘It is a weird thing, Commander. I could swear that…’
‘Why have you thought that they had prepared something unsual for us within that area?’
‘Because of the data within the super-computer Omega. They have never been erroneous. At least, until today…’
‘Ok! Check them once again.’
‘Understood.’
Tab-O disappeared. The Commander was thinking. Where was the enemy hiding? Why the computer had reckoned that the attack would come from the Green Universe?
He was tired. The stress exhausted him. The spaceship was ready for the war, but it couldn’t react in less than three temporal units, and this meant a long enough interval.
He had always been forced to fight for the Terrestrial Republic. First of all next to his father, againt the Degenerated Colonies, then against the tribs. He had been fighting against the blue creatures for more than a thousand temporal units.
He didn’t forget his father, the famous Ro-Ti. He was the descendant of an old spacemen’s family, people from the most important caste.
He knew very well the history of his species. The civilization had begun on the Planet Earth, many thousands years ago.. He had integered in his mind all the data regarding to the biological development of mankind.
He had studied the Old Age, the Middle Age and the Renaissance. He was attracted by the cultural genii, but also by the great generals and conquerors like Alexander, Cezar, Trajan, Gengis-khan, Napoleon…As one from the spacemen’s caste, he was obliged to learn such things.
As a matter of fact, when he had been born, the Earth had had another function. It had not been a genetical multiplicator, as in the present time. On those days not only warriors from his caste, but also people from the creators had been born there.
The people had not been so numerous. He had been living for more than three hundred terrestrial years. He had been seing and learning a lot of things. Three hundred years was his biological age, but his real one was over a thousand. He had been born in 2696 A.D. They were now in 4002. Of course, the numerous freezings he had supported, the transplantations of his vital inner organs and the regenerations had had as an effect the preservation of his inteligence and vitality.
He could communicate directly with other people or the automatical executors, by his brain waves.
The human society had been changing on his survey.
His father had been one of the few people who had carried the Terrestrial Republic flag within the solar systems next to the Earth. After a powerful regress of the astrophysics, beginning with the year 2100, the conquest of the Galaxy had started.
The new ways in which people moved, the tahionical engines, the epitronical emissions, the enegetical protected areas had aided the conquerors. Beyond these, people had succeded to overcome the main obstacle in their way, the degeneration of their species during the long stelar voyages.
The first colonies on other planets, in the second century of the third millenium, had proved that the thermical influences, the gravity and the radiations affected intensely the personality and the inner structure of a man. The most of spacemen left on other planets had turned into ‘monsters’. There were changings in their genetic code which could no more be fixed.
In this way new human species had appeared. Then wars between Earth and its colonies had started, due to the differences between people and ‘monsters’.
A whistle was heard and Tab-O materialized himself again.
‘Be careful, Commander! I’ve checked the data. They are right. The area must be pepared for defence.’
‘You mean that…’
‘The epitronical screen shows images that doesn’t exist!’
‘It’s a new arm of the blue ones?’
‘Of course.’
‘Red alarm!’
‘We may start the quantronical bombardment, Commander.’
‘Then start it! We are risking to consume our stocks of energy, but our pasivity might cost us more .’
‘May I attack as the Z-doctrine asks?’
‘You are forced to do this according to the Superior Aeronautical Code, Tab-O. Use the 1001-th variant for side attacks.’
‘Understood, Commander. Good luck!’
‘Good luck to you also. This time we’ll defeat decisively the aggressors.’
Tab-O disappeared.
Tai-Ro switched the epitronical screen to the usual Universe , within the first four coordinates, in the green light frequency. The 7-th pricely fleet was there, in front of him!
The supercomputer was right. The enemy spaceships had got there through the Green Universe.
He looked at them. They were one hundred. The classical battlefield positions of the pricely forces.
He noticed the energetical accumulation on the right side of their range. It was the protection enemy area and it had to be distroyed.
‘Attack! Pozitronic bombardment!’
Their action was useless. The pozitron energy was not enough to break the enemy protection wall. ‘Quantum bombardment!’
The twelve terrestrial spaceships focused their fire on the energy wall, but their effort was useless.
Tab-O materialized himself next to his Commander.
‘Do we continue the succession of the variants?’