Authors: Patricia A. Knight
Hers To Command
Verdantia Series Book 1
Copyright © 2013 Patricia A. Knight
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Isolated, far from the interstellar trade lanes, hundreds of light years from any civilized planet, Verdantia marooned them on her surface—then she spoke to them.
After decades searching the vast Hyperion Galaxy for a home, after the fierce elation of finding the perfect jewel of a planet, the Nuovo Terrans found themselves stranded on Verdantia. To their consternation, Verdantia interacted with them. The ability to connect with the planet’s sentience during sexual intercourse gifted a genetically select few with the ability to manipulate enormous energy. To the space-weary colonists settling her surface, the shocking discovery had been their salvation. The energies radiating from Verdantia’s vast underground
disrupted technology, rendering it so unreliable as to be useless. The superstitious called it
. The well-educated recognized a unique combination of electro-magnetism and harmonics guided by a primitive sentience. The green Eden of Verdantia was alive.
descendants of the original, space-faring colonists studied to harness the enormous forces produced. Through arduous sexual sacraments known as the
bearing specific genetic combinations enhanced many facets of every-day life from encouraging the growth of crops to heating homes.
importance to the resource-rich, isolated planet, an impenetrable shield protecting the planet from off-world invasion was powered by the residents’ sexual energy. The protective wall flowed from soaring towers housing
, highly charged, crystalline constructs. These strategic stone towers dotted the planet in a grid, energized by the
Unknown to those in power, certain irresponsible
careless after five centuries of peace failed to perform the mentally and physically perilous
. This neglect drained the
to hazardously low levels and the protective beams in some areas of the planet flickered weakly making the nearby residents vulnerable.
In the High Enclave, the stone walled complex where
taught the high-level
, elite geneticists, the
arranged the marriages between highborn houses, mandating advantageous matings of
bloodlines. The centuries of strict breeding by the
produced the thirty-two noble houses sitting in Verdantia’s House of Lords.
With the revelation of
the potent aphrodisiac,
, the isolated planet's galactic status transformed from quaintly primitive to prized. A mere gram of
the extract of a tree unique to the forests of Verdantia, would purchase an inter-stellar yacht on the pleasure planets of Telleria and Vxloncia. Verdantians considered
, used to violently escalate arousal in the ritual of the
, a sacred substance, never to be abused so profanely.
In a well-organized use of vicious, overwhelming force, the Haarb and their mercenary forces invaded Verdantia through gaps in the
planet’s energy shield. For a rapacious race of scavengers, slavers and drug runners, Verdantia and her priceless
was an irresistible prize. Brutal torture revealed the secrets powering the
and the butchery of the aristocratic
Vastly outnumbered, w
ith a token military and insufficient
practitioners to protect the planet, the hapless Verdantians fell to the Haarb. The energy wall once protecting the entire planet shrank to that emitted by the sigil tower of Verdantia's besieged capital, Sylvan Mintoth. The Haarb sought to wipe the Verdantians from the face of their planet. With the fall of Sylvan Mintoth, the Verdantian’s annihilation would be complete.
Verdantia had one slim hope.
had long sought to join three
-gifted aristocrats. The
theorized that if brought together, the aristocrats’ genetic combination would create another
Tetriarch, the Rule of the Three.
The power the three would command could save their world. But that salvation was only a theory and the individuals involved were unaware of their potential.
NT Solar date 4633
Wind gusted against the camouflaged campaign tent. The creak of stretched canvas and squeak of straining rope made an ever-present accompaniment to the soughing of the evergreens outside. Verdantian Supreme Commander, High Lord Ari DeTano, adjusted the lantern light to better illuminate the huge topographical map covering one taut canvas wall. Ari raked impatient fingers through his dark hair as he studied the large red squares indicating the location of entrenched enemy squadrons relative to his elite Verdantian cavalry and League of Federated Planets’ ground marines.
squares ringed the capital, Sylvan Mintoth, the last populated area still protected by a sigil tower.
Doral, we will mobilize to attack on their eastern flank, here at Gryphon’s Dell and here at Haversome Ferry, as soon as we receive confirmation that the 3
Regiment Light Horse is in place.”
bridged a thumb and index finger to his temples and rubbed slowly. “On that other matter, don’t create an inter-planetary incident, please. Thanks to the LFP, we fight with hope for the first time in three years. We must have proof there is a traitor among them. We cannot alienate them.”
glanced up. “Without doubt, the League of Federated Planets’ support has changed the outcome of this war.” Doral’s quiet words competed with the outside sounds of the active military camp. “Regardless, the LFP harbors someone who works against us. I
find proof and eliminate him.”
him and gave an inward scoff at his own continued inability to remain unmoved at the presence of his attaché. Tall and lean, blond and blue-eyed, the reserved young nobleman oozed sensual allure and elegant, predatory grace. Doral fit in with the rest of Ari’s staff like a panther among tabby cats. Assigned to him for over a year, Doral's deceptively angelic, masculine beauty concealed a lethal assassin and master spy. Ari trusted and respected his taciturn, intensely loyal, junior officer as he had no other in his life.
I want him. I cannot have him.
After years of brutal hand-to-hand fighting, the Verdantians were winning the battle
of attrition to regain possession of their planet. In the past year, the strong support of the LFP’s forces had reversed the fortunes of war.
As a battleground, Verdantia thwarted an army
outfitted with high-tech equipment. Nothing worked. The energies from the vast underground
neutralized technological devices. The crystalline deposits emitted a bewildering combination of electro-magnetic and harmonic energies and rendered any form of technology or electronic communications devastatingly unreliable. Verdantia possessed only one planet-side spaceport located in an area devoid of the
The planet herself stripped warfare to its most elemental.
It pitted the strength of man against man. Cavalry and foot soldiers fought armed with sabers and crossbows, battleaxes and pikes. Barbaric, brutal, hand-to-hand fighting determined the outcome of each battle. It was archaic savagery.
With a growl of frustrated anger, Ari crossed his arms over his chest.
“We have re-taken the Silveterra and Guardo sigil towers. If they were operational again we could cut off the Haarb’s main supply route. Damn them to the seven hells for their butchery. Without a female partner, I can’t work the
required to restore the
reacted with uncustomary heat. “After the wholesale slaughter of our women, I hope hell reserves a
place for the Haarb.”
pushed back his grief, an exercise he had perfected through constant repetition. He mourned for his slain brothers and sisters, for the enormity of Verdantia’s loss. Generations of men and women carrying the most elite
bloodlines lay heaped in unmarked, mass graves. Grimly, he eyed the map where constellations of black stars indicated whole towns and estates emptied of their populations, either killed or enslaved.
sentry’s loud cry drew Ari’s second-in-command to the door of the tent. Doral pushed the heavy canvas flap aside and stepped out before looking back over his shoulder. “A
courier-rider, Yannis Melcom.”