Giants Of Mars

RINGS OF POLARIS Book 2

G
IANTS OF
M
ARS

R
INGS
OF
P
OLARIS

S A G A

PAUL ALAN

“The nitrogen in our DNA, calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff…”

             Carl Sagan

© 2015 by Paul Alan Gober. All rights reserved.

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Published by P. Rebog Productions 10/05/2015

& CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, North Charleston SC

ISBN: (sc) 13 978-1517686970

ISBN: (hc)

ASIN: (e) B01675YAS6

Library of Congress Control Number: 201591667

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Giants of Mars; Rings of Polaris SAGA is strictly a work of fiction and any characters within this book resembling any real persons is purely coincidental.

D
edicated to
A
shley

G
IANTS OF
M
ARS

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P
RIESTS OF
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YRINX

The Raven’s hover pads tilted forward in a fiery blue glow, projecting amplified electromagnetic energy in a perpetuating accelerative momentum; sizzling with intermittent pops and clicks, the growling thrusters fiercely burned, radiating off the crackly sun-baked surface of the Mediterranean Salt Flats, spurring debris in its wake.

Void of water for thousands of years, the extinct oceans of Earth stretched across great expanses in a show of uninhabited landscapes, except for the occasional giant cavity like an abandoned mining pit. When the seas vanished, greedy Corporations stripped away the treasure trove of precious metals, and mineral deposits, leaving behind vast empty holes, and ghostly remnants of a distant past.

“We’re nearing the ancient pyramids,” said Captain Rengar Falger, while monitoring the Raven’s heads up display.

Comprised of acute dark angles, the ship was equipped with antiquated stealth technology but Mitchell Thacker’s upgrades had made it effective enough to diffuse radar signals transversely over a broad range, helping them avoid detection as the clandestine Raven sped across the barren wasteland.

“Our progress has been steadfast, and without incident, but our return timetable is questionable.” Mitchell Thacker spoke regarding the red giant anti-cyclonic storm forecast on the Raven’s Skin.

“I don’t see any problems in our return, Mitchell; we should have plenty of time to beat out the storm.” The stressful man fingered through his blond hair.

“Well, Captain, it’s not for you to analyze the data…with our mission, there are many unseen variables that can be expected,” said Mitchell in a superior tone.

“Why does the Vril covet this area so much?” Rengar inquisitively asked.

“I know you’re new to this organization but maybe you shouldn’t ask so many questions,” Mitchell sarcastically answered with an impatient tone.

“Hey, I know I’m a freelancer to the group, and in no way bound to your cause but if you keep up the smart mouth, I’ll drop your skinny ass off right here, and let’s see how you survive the scorch,” Rengar belligerently replied.

Mitchell’s tongue dipped in a black venomous harshness when he sneered back with spitting malevolence. “If you compromise our mission in any way, Rengar; not only you, but your entire family will not live to see another day. I can guarantee you this by the pact of the Vril covenant.” His threat had a biting sting of reality, and albeit Captain Rengar Falger’s temper, he was no fool. He knew if he crossed the Vril, Mitchell’s threat would most likely come to fruition. The shadowy Vril Brotherhood’s influence stretched far and wide; with their tentacles spanning across the Galaxy, Rengar would have nowhere to hide.

“Listen, Mitchell, I’m just trying to make small talk here; I get a little chatty when stressed out, it’s how I handle things.” Rengar felt his words had fallen on deaf ears. He continued, “You know, a little brevity to ease the tension this sortie has created, that’s all.”

Mitchell thought about what Rengar said, and realized the nature of the over-heated conversation was a little exaggerated; but it did not help lessen his fears that if they failed today’s mission, the two would find their fates intertwined at the hands of a Vril executioner. Letting his emotions get the best of him was not in Mitchell’s makeup; he logically thought to smooth things over quickly when he amicably spoke. “The ancient pyramids of the Anunnaki is the birthplace of the Star Child where Vril Priests hold a constant vigil, worshiping in hope of his return.”

“Perplexes me how the Polaris Corporation lets it go on when the abolishment of all religions was systematic. Anyhow, this whole place gives me the creeps.”

“Rangar, this’s not only about religion, and beyond the abolishment of any one faith; this is about the coming of a new dawn,” prophetically Mitchell spoke.

Learner Rotterdam, dipped in and out of his cognitive circumstance. His battered and bruised skin had a briny inelastic but sticky feel from lying days in his own urine and fecal matter. The confinement’s smell was beyond his mind’s comprehension; he could not stand his own stench as he fingered away at the dried flakes of rust pealing from the bottom of the ancient iron door. In a state of temporary lucidity, he contemplated his situation.
“How did I get locked up in here? My devotion and loyalty have been unquestionable.”

Shaking from the cold, he slowly pulled his wretched knees tight up against his stomach. Miserably, he curled up, and devotedly searched out for help.
“Star Child, why have you abandoned me? Please, I beg you, don’t let them sacrifice me!”
Pain shot through his abdomen to his spine, causing his whole body to spasm, he clung to very edges of life. Vril Priests had mercilessly dealt him a cruel and brutal beating.

Prayers turned to anger, and his voice echoed down the long ancient corridors when he screamed, “I’m going to kill you, Master Paladin!”

“Why has he betrayed me? I can’t let this be the end of me…”
Learner flinched out of his deep rumination when the oxidized door clanked open.

“It is time to pay your debt, Brother Rotterdam,” the Vril Priest said with fiery green sparkle in his eyes.   They then picked the nearly crippled man off the soiled floor.

Exclaiming in a tone of defiance, Learner hoarsely voiced, “You’re making a big mistake!”

“All will be forgiven soon, Brother,” said a Priest in a calming tone while dragging his naked body down the darkly lit dungeon hall; his feet scraped the inlaid sandstone floor, making a raspy sound. They then pulled him into a large round room where two more Priests stood holding long spiky nails.

“Stretch him!” The head Priest pointed at the wooden cross lying at the room’s center.

“Please wait, did you talk with Master Paladin?” Learner’s arms were pulled across the dry timber.

“Who do you think ordered your cleansing, Brother Rotterdam?”

The Priest lined the spike over Learner’s hand, and enthusiastically spoke. “Yes, all will be forgiven, Brother,” and in one swift movement, the mallet flashed with blood, driving the nine-inch nail deep through his hand, and into the wooden cross.

Learner screamed, “Stop! You’re making a…” he agonizingly paused when the Priest nailed the second spike through his other hand, and before passing out from the excruciating pain, he continued, “…mistake! The Master would never betray me!”

When they sank the last nail into his white boney flesh, blood sprayed all over the Priest’s face who was holding Learner’s feet. He vocalized in full astonishment, “Look at it spurt, you must’ve hit a large artery!”

When they finished crucifying him, the cross was inverted upward into a carved rectangular slot in the stone floor’s center; blood gushed down his legs covering his whole body, creating a liquidly gory scene. Surrounding the tortured man’s near lifeless body that precariously hung nailed to an inverted wooden cross, stood five hooded Priests, shrouded in ceremonial black robes; each had a place at one of the five points of a pentagram that was carved in the round room’s textural stone floor.

The very top of the room’s dome was exposed to extreme elements of the surface, while the ancient temple remained entirely intact and protected below. Above, a single shaft of natural light beamed down through a square window, illuminating Learner’s bleeding, crucified body.

Eclipsed by the torchlight flickering off the wall, the lead Priest spoke. “You will be sacrificed to the coming of the Star Child, our Savior.”

They all then chanted, “To the Five Points of the afterlife!”

Overtones of the underworld, shadows danced in a devilish nirvana around the antediluvian stone room, each chasing one another in the dark alcoves and recesses.

In precession, the next Priest spoke. “Your life will end so others may live, and the great redeemer will protect us all.”

“To the Five Points of the afterlife,” again all chanted in unison.

Blood trickled down Learner’s mouth when he moaned a defiant but near inaudible, “Fuck you!”

Ignoring the dying man, the next Priest continued the ritual. “You will be cleansed by the future, giving your life meaning.”

“To the Five Points of the afterlife,” they chanted.

Around the room each spoke in turn. “Your past failures will be washed away in a sacrament of fire and flame.”

“To the Five Points of the afterlife,” all chanted.

The fifth and final Priest spoke. “Your soul will forever remain bound to your flesh’s atonement.”

Lastly all chanted, “To the five points of the afterlife.”

              The Priests then decanted ceremonial vessels, simultaneously pouring a flammable liquid into a portico at each five points; reflecting like liquid glass, the thick solution glistened as it slowly moved down, filling the carved grooves of the pentagram.

“Light the fires of the Light and Dark,” commanded the lead Priest.              

Encompassing Learner, the pentagram was set preternaturally ablaze, satisfying the ritual of fire; they then began to loudly hum in a harmonic meditative trance as the room brightly glowed.

The ground unexpectedly started to shake. Showering downward, cavorting dust particles pirouetted to life, sparkling in the light bathing Learner’s crucified body, which barely clung to life.

Stupefied Priests locked their gaze upward when the window’s light blotted out. The entire structure began to violently rumble, and the stone opening around the window turned amber in color when it began to burn in a molten glow. Within seconds, the stone around the window liquefied, widening the opening; debris seemed to have unnaturally evacuated upward, causing the Priests to loudly gasp in near unanimity from shock.

Sediment filled wind, howled and rushed downward into the chamber, dousing the pentagram’s sacramental flame. The five bewildered Priests ran for cover in the long dungeon corridor when a long mechanical arm shot down through the enlarged opening; its dactyl finger-like ends opened and gently grappled on to the upside down cross, snatching Learner skyward, leaving behind bewildered Priests of the Temple of Syrinx.

After pulling Learner’s blood-covered and crucified body aboard the Raven, Mitchell Thacker struggled, wrenching the nine-inch nail from Learner’s flesh; a squeaking noise emanated from the dry timber when he twisted the head of the imbedded nail. Standing over the cross, he pulled with all his might, slowly freeing it from the wood and Learner’s hand.

“One down, two to go.” Captain Rengar Falger assisted by holding Learner’s arm.

“I can count, Captain Rengar.”

“Again, it’s just small talk, Mitchell.”

“Can we small talk our way out of here before the Vril come after us again?” Mitchell Thacker was referring to when he and Learner Rotterdam, both were detained by the Fissure Point Security after their payload went nuclear; Learner was handed over to the Vril, and for some strange reason, he was let go.

              Through his blood bubbling lips, Learner whispered coarsely into Mitchell’s ear, “Master Paladin betrayed me!”

              “No, it was he who saved you.” Mitchell corrected the near comatose man.

              “What?” Learner asked in complete shock.

              “He gave us your coordinates, timetable, and everything; and instructed us ‘If you fail to bring him back alive, you will not be around to see tomorrow.’ Those were his exact words, Mister Rotterdam.” Mitchell excitedly spoke as he watched Learner pass out.

The magnetically cloaked Raven disappeared under the visual spectrum as they sped away.