(Nyrean Super Galaxy- Voren Region)
(Planet Sylam- Private Residence)
Planet Sylam was a paradise.
That was not an exaggeration. It was simply a mere indisputable fact.
This entire world had been terraformed into the image of perfection and beauty. Not a single blade of grass was out of place.
The surface of the planet was covered in vast crystal-clear lakes that shimmered under the light of multiple moons that reflected the colours of the vibrant lush forest that dotted that landscape.
The trees that made up the forest emitted a soft bioluminescent glow in a mesmerizing display that would captivate one's immediate attention.
There was just something hypnotic about the way that the lights shone as if beckoning an observer to continue watching the patterns that emerged until the end of time.
The atmospheric concentration of gases had been carefully maintained to produce dazzling auroras which shifted and changed as the planet spun gently around a yellow star.
A natural paradise untouched by civilisation except for one single structure.
Tucked away inside of a deep ravine as if the architects responsible for its creation wanted to hide its appearance from the jealous eyes of the outside world.
The structure was a simple two story building with a long white balcony that jutted out of the top floor. The only view that one would get from the balcony would be the sight of the massive stone walls which encircled the house.
Who would live in such a desolate place?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe answer to that question was one of the most powerful women in the entire Federines government.
Lady Cerean also known as 'The Justice Of The Blind' by her enemies.
She stood on the balcony of her home and watched as long dark shadows crept along the edges of the ravine. The sun was beginning to set, and first stars could be seen in the night sky.
Lady Cerean possessed a unique appearance. Her body was entirely composed of plasma energy, and she bore a striking resemblance to a human physique.
Thick energy rich tendrils extended outwards from her lower back and each tendril could be moved just as easily as how one would be able to move their fingers.
She did not have any eyes but on her face were vague hole-shaped structures that were located where the eyes, ear and noses should be on a normal human.
Lady Cerean used one her tendrils to play with a large bag that was lying down on the ground. The bag squirmed and it was possible to hear faint whimpers coming from inside.
She let out a heavy sigh and stared upwards at the night sky. It had been several months now, and no traces of the missing human could be found.
Rokan Peterlor.
The former commander of the Imperial Army and the man whose disappearance had turned the entire government into a state of turmoil.
The tentative alliance between the Federines government and certain factions belonging to the Earth Federation was close to becoming undone because of their blunder.
Rokan Peterlor should have died instead it was decided to imprison and experiment on the human who had been the fastest to reach the god stage in the history of the Earth Federation.
A costly error.
If they had just killed him when he arrived…
Lady Cerean frowned and the tendril that was wrapped around the bag squeezed even tighter until the sounds of ribs cracking echoed through the empty ravine.
The sounds coming from inside the sack immediately ceased.
Lady Cerean tossed the bag off to the side and a faint purplish- red ooze leaked out from the bottom of the bag when the sack landed on the ground.
What a missed opportunity.
They didn't even manage to get samples of his genetic material. Just imagining the offspring that they could form together sent shivers down Lady Cerean's spine.
In many ways humans were an oddity, there were many reasons why they were unique but one in particular stuck out the most to Lady Cerean as she read about their species.
Perfect genetic compatibility.
Human were capable of breeding with and producing genetically viable hybrids with a wide variety of alien lifeforms and species even those without similarly shaped DNA or chromosomes.
It was almost considered miraculous.
Even now several top scientists of the Federines failed to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why this was possible.
Lady Cerean rubbed her thighs together and a flushed expression flashed across her face. She accessed her communicator and pressed a button.
A holographic projection shot upwards and displayed a screen with a face. The face of Rokan Peterlor… a beautiful man with perfectly sculptured features.
But Lady Cerean was not concerned about his appearance, no her interest was far darker.
She wanted… no she needed his genetic material urgently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust the thought of an army of Human- Bolltern hybrids with the unique physiology of energy-based lifeforms and the cultivation talent of humans made her audibly gasp out loud in pleasure.
Where was he?
Where was he hiding?
The trouble with space was that it was basically impossible to guard borders to the extent where people would be unable to slip in or out.
The most popular crossing points were of course heavily guarded but what if Rokan used a starship that was capable of travelling through asteroid fields or stars?
That would immediately increase the number of places where….
DING! DING!
A message blared out from the speaker attached to the communicator device in her palm. It was a series of numbers in a seemingly random order.
"One… one… eleven… twelve…"
Lady Cerean tilted her head in confusion and waited to see if the message said anything else. Unfortunately, the voice no longer spoke, and the recording just began to loop.
"One… one… elven… twelve…"
An override request?
But which starship that this request come from?
Lady Cerean sent out a few messages and waited patiently to see what her people to reply to her query. It did not take long to receive a reply from one of her trust subordinates.
[Missing Starship- Believed to have been hijacked]
[Last known coordinates were 14… 14…12]
[Last message received from the starship commander revealed that he had established communication with a smuggler's starship under the suspicion that the vessel was harboring…]
[Rokan Peterlor- the wanted human]