Science Fiction – Orion’s Spur Book 1 Demeter excerpt 6 Meeting Aliens
Excerpt 6 – Orion’s Spur Demeter – Meeting Aliens No, they’re not little green men in this story, although green and orange are relevant. In this excerpt we meet one, and get a brief description of a second alien race: Cryellians and Sagittarians. The Cryellians are much like the people of Earth. Like Terrans the Cryellians are a lost civilization of the Wars. In Cryellian’s case they crash landed on a barely habitable planet and not only survived but retained at least some of their technology. Cryellian’s were the other civilization that the Sagittarians recruited to aid in conquering and maintaining Demeter. In part, because they were further along the technological trail than Earth, they traditionally deal more with flyers and fighters, while those from Earth are more of a ground force. This difference has been melding for decades, but the young Cryellian fighters are still arrogant as you’ll see. Enjoy Excerpt 6 “Around the building there was a lot of activity. Dozens of people moving back and forth, and small groups of others clustered in circles talking. There was one group of five young men playing a game similar to hacky sack. They looked like normal teenagers wasting some time, but they had a greenish-brown skin color that Ryder had never seen before. He tried not to stare. As Ryder, Cynthia, Debbie, and Becky were passing, one of the group glanced at them and sneered. “Earthling grubs.” It was obviously intended as an insult. Ryder wasn’t sure why it irritated him so much. He replied, “Well, Earth grubs eat green grass,” and regretted it as soon as he said it. It was clearly the wrong thing to say. All five of the young men turned and stared with malice in their eyes. As the young men glared, Ryder noticed their irises were mostly orange with yellow speckles that created a disconcerting combination. Trying to look away, he looked down, and noticed they were wearing boots with pointed toes. He started sweating as he suddenly flashed back to Barry Hales. “Ryder, hurry up. We need you inside,” he heard Miss Li call. Mr. Small walked toward them, intercepted the five young men, and had a whispered conference. The group turned as one and walked off in the opposite direction. But Ryder saw the leader of the group turn his head with a look of clear contempt on his face. He figured this wouldn’t be the last he’d see of the hacky sack players. Great, he thought, a hundred light years from Earth, and I still can’t get away from bullies. As Mr. Small rejoined them Ryder asked, “Are those the Sagittarians?” Mr. Small grinned. “No, those are just some hotshot Cryellians up to mischief. The Sagittarians are much more intimidating.” He hesitated, then continued. “They really aren’t that different than we are. Six thousand years of evolution isn’t much. Our DNA still matches up tightly with the Sagittarians, and the Per-Sian’s for that matter. It’s more their manner. Their posture is ramrod straight. They emit a sense of command by their very presence.” “So, they’re giants?” Debbie suggested. “Not really. Let’s see, the most pronounced feature is a hawklike nose. Their hair is uniformly dark. Most have high pronounced cheekbones. I’d say that is the most common look of the officer corps, but they are as varied as people on Earth. But their demeanor sets them apart. Not always to the better.” Inside the facility, Ryder was in awe at the size of the complex that was built right into a bluff, with an atrium that showed eight floors of glass, angling out, revealing a panoramic view of the water and islands below. Apparently, the back of the top floor was all that showed from the tarmac. This was the reception area, with several small lounges. Miss Li was talking to someone at a desk. The desk looked like it was made of a huge luminous diamond, but Ryder guessed it was some sort of solid quartz stone. As Ryder and his friends loitered around the common area, he could see from various angles that six of the floors were lined with long corridors framing rows of doors, all facing toward the water. The hallways looked to be about twelve feet wide, giving the appearance of very long decks that ran a hundred yards in either direction. The walls were of a black onyx stone, while the floors were made of the same self-illuminating rock that they had seen in the tunnels entering Demeter. Apparently polishing the rock increased the intensity of the luminosity. Staring at the floor was like staring at a flashlight…”