(From)
First Contact - Lemurians
Book One
Chapter Three
Attack Renewed
Robert had finally gotten some sleep. He didn’t feel rested, though. He’d dreamt about the Lemurians' nuclear war. Their cries of anguish as they cursed humans. In his nightmare of a dream, he watched from orbit as his ship dropped atomic weapons on their cities. He could see the mushroom clouds rising at all angles from his perspective. Those directly below him were a roiling, angry, reddish-black, boiling firestorm that seemed to be rising straight out of hell. Lightening was flashing all over the storm. It was like the storm had additional weapons, flashing into existence, reaching for his ship.
The storm of the mushroom cloud continued to grow in circumference as it rose higher and higher. It was as if the storm had a mind and vengeance of its own. He felt like the storm was trying to reach him, trying to consume him in its rage for what he'd done. In his mind's eye, he was guilty and deserved to perish in the hellish storm below.
When Robert turned his view to the mushroom clouds at the edges of the horizon, the mushroom shape was distinct. They seemed to be reaching higher and higher as if traveling to space. Those storms were daring him to bring his ship above them. He could hear them calling him. ‘Come to us, Captain, and face justice and the vengeance you deserve.’
Upon waking, the Captain and his sheet were soaked in sweat. It was as if the heat of the storms in his nightmare had drawn the sweat out of him. He knew he was innocent, and he knew humans were innocent. Yet, he still felt guilt and shame, as if he and all of humanity were guilty of genocide.
The Captain hurried into the shower. He was able to scrub the sweat from his body, but the guilt and shame remained, refusing to be cleansed from his soul. As he was dressing, he opened a com to Ellie.
“Good morning, Captain. What can I do for you?”
“Good morning, Ellie. Where is Commander Edwards?”
“He’s in the gym working out with the Marines.”
“Perfect. I’m going to grab a danish and coffee and head down there. How long has he been in the gym?”
“A little over an hour, sir.”
“Meet us in the bridge conference room in two hours please.”
“I’ll see you there, sir.”
Thank you for reading this short excerpt from my book!
Scott Ickes