Indrani pressed her face against the window of her workstation and jumped back massaging her face as it felt a sting of the heat outside. She notched up the weather conditioner and sat back behind her desk clattered with volumes after volumes of black leathered tomes scattered carelessly over the desktop. The papers on the desk flapped in rhythm to her heart. The cabinet meeting was ongoing and she had tabled the Dwarf Reservation bill the third time this month. The Prime Minister, Mr. Rutherford, had politely asked her to give them an hour to decide. The last three attempts were thwarted by the cabinet, undoubtedly under the influence of some wealthy businessman -rather one wealthy businessman in which her husband was a partner. She couldn’t bear to fail. Not after what she had gone through. She remembered her grandfather reciting stories of the Kritakash Landing. The ship that landed on the TRAPPIST Planetary system. The planet was a paradise. One big garden with rivers and lakes
Sati moved effortlessly through the carpet. The climate conditioner was at full blast at this time of the day. She sipped at the cold water she held and felt it slip down her throat, feeling the cold through her lungs. The journalist on the Ariel was screaming at the top of his lungs over the disappearance of a power station engineer a month ago. The peacekeepers were clueless about the incident. The head of the crime branch, Mr. Harry was being accused by the nameless journalist of the Canneti TV Network. Sati rummaged in the shelf in front of her and found the remote control. She pressed the button to change the reception but her comm rang. A blue wireframe of Indrani popped up.“My laws have been accepted” Indrani said breathlessly.“That’s awesome!” Sati wanted to ask her how it had all gone but then a news flash on the Ariel caught her eye.She quickly dropped the comm device and turned up the volume. “This just in! Billi
In the early 3100’s global warming and rising sea levels rendered Earth inhabitable. Governments’ & corporations around the world scavenged for a habitable planets across the vast Space and one group, led by ISRO, settled on the TRAPPIST’s binary system with a red dwarf sun. The planet was teeming with alien life, but most astounding was the humanoid race, now extinct, that were indigenous to the planet. They resembled humans and had pyramid shrines. Refugees from Earth divided in two cultural societies: One that believed the aliens to be Gods and the progenitors of humans on earth – The Ancients and other that believed in the one true God – The nameless God ‘Yesus. Humans took over and made the place their home. The world was built without any boundary, one big nation Annicet land with the capital Canneti. November 26, 3498. Planet R-786 TRAPPIST Planetary system, 40 light years from the sun.
January, 3505, Planet R-786 TRAPPIST Planetary system, 40 light years from the sun. Twilight crawled in nice and slow over the white dwarf sun and doused the city in orange. A bleak and uninviting breeze picked up pace and drove most of the men inside. Nocturnal beings ventured out. A rectangular hover craft zoomed past the empty city, people unaware of its existence. It slowed down and dived steep towards the deserted street of Canneti and pulled up just in time. The diver relaxed his grip and glanced back with a boyish grin towards a government labour regulations office, a grin stretched out from his scarred face, like remembering something. Seven years ago the monster within him had raised its hood, frightening him to his core. He had since mastered the monster but kept him alive. On the outside he was the chief of one of the biggest slave traders of the planet, inside he was a serpent. Venomous and vicious. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice, "Please" it call
Kane rode straight to the visitor’s entry of the Ministry of Labour. He fumbled with his comm module for a second and scanned the code on the dilapidated gate. A female voice chimed, Mr. Kane, Registered A class Contractor,-Slave Trade Visitor number 247. A badge with his name and visitor number rattled through a small chute. He picked it up and entered. Not talking to Indrani twelve days in a row had not been a particularly pleasant experience for him. In his school days, Sayan would always be there to talk to. And there were a thousand other distractions if you were a student of St. Louso’s school of Protoplanet Exploration, but this was not school anymore. Kane reached the Atrium. A collosal gold fountain displaying the Ancient Aliens loomed in view on the spot where the Fountain of Lord Luso stood less than a year ago. The Slave Rebellion had eaten up lives of twenty Ancients along with the seat for the previous government. The bi-party system meant that
"The trouble with the demilien community," Indrani exploded, emphasising each words with a thump on the polished mahogany round table, "is that the Ministry doesn’t have a complete representation. There's the Demilien’s council and there's a Human Council, and the thing the Demiliens’s call the law. Surprising is the fact that how often it is used as a weapon to choke other creatures! And to what end? To discourage originality and progress?" The Prime Minister, Kingsley Rutherford, moved slightly deeper into the chair he was sitting, sliding from left to right. He saw the newspaper report that Indrani had so vehemently read aloud to the room full of ministry employees. He raised a hand and asked softly, “But my sources confirm that the demilien was just threatened…”“By a tiny dwarf?” screeched Indrani turning towards the prime minister, “Be honest Mr. Rutherford, did anyone of them actually attack or assault the demilien E
An ornate gold label read : Mordant Financial Services: Make Stoners the Goblin Way!Broot pushed in the door that creaked just before reaching its breadth. Inside a goblin sat in his executive chair reclined back, legs over the table. The office was not a shabby affair likes of which flanked the Kayfaith alley. Its furnishings were rich and opulent that shone off the glow of the nautilus shell chandelier. The gold and black of the thick carpet glowed in the soft pink light. On the wall behind the table hung a huge portrait of him shaking hands with another man with long black hairs and a beard that had a streak of silver running down the chin. Below the frame was a brass plate saying ‘Mr. Mordant, Director M/S Mordant Financial Services with the Twentieth Prime Minister of Annicet Land Mr. Pious Simmons.’The Minister in the portrait looked uncomfortable like trying to hide himself but a greedy looking Mordant pulled him forward with a wide grin. The cha
Thin curls of smoke rose in the air to fade away and gave rise to more, like a dragon lapping at the wind. The dome engulfed in flames, each glowing ember caught fire as the instants passed. A face stared down flat against the glass window with eyes that pleaded help. The face struck as an odd embellishment in the whirlwind of smoke, fire and death. A woman on the ground pointed the face to the nearby men, “Look!”, she exclaimed, “there are people there!” The crowed acted like one big organism and took a sharp in-breath. “There’