Trygen - Example

      Opening Note: Unlike Veira's story, this novel does not take place during the same time period as Shadows of the Ethereal. This novel happens about two thousand years before SOTE and Viera's Novel. I wrote this a long time ago. As for Trygens not appearing in SOTE and Viera's story. There is a reason for that, and it will be explained in this novel.
Also, you may notice some simular happenings at the begining of this novel as in SOTE. The answer is simple, I didn't think I would finish writing this novel, so I stole the ideas. Before I begin writing, they will be changed so don't worry about them right now.

Prologue

       Long ago most worlds ruled themselves, but when living and traveling through space between planets became typical of everyday life, an organization had to be formed. One that moderated each world, and made sure that certain laws and regulations were followed. After nearly twenty years of arguments between the seventy-eight worlds, one was finally born, the Coadunation. Depending on the planet’s population gave how many representatives the planet could have within the Coadunation, it was a decision that many of the smaller planets were against.
      Laws of trade and etiquette were the first to be past, and as time grew on, the Coadunation became more then just a moderating corporation. Worlds began placing themselves under it’s direct control, and nearly sixty years later, fifty-six of the seventy-eight planets were under its watchful eyes, and controlled by it’s every decision. It became the most powerful government with an authoritative army, and strong standards.
      Yet, even the strongest of armies needed allies, they couldn’t police the planets alone. They found an ally in the Trygens, a large group of influential, spiritual warriors. Trygens were known for their intellect, their strength, and their ability to overcome even the most hopeless of battles. Believing not in a powerful being, but of their inner being. They pulled strength from their hearts. Trygens were taken from their families at birth to be raised, but not everyone was capable of becoming one. Children had to be quick, smart, and brave, the tests to become one were tedious, and most children broke down from exhaustion before they could complete them.
      After an apprenticeship was over, a Trygen could begin their wandering. Searching out the wrongs in the galaxies, and try their best to remedy them. Though they were always under the watchful eye of the Trygen Congress, who could take away everything they worked so hard to become. Some Trygens were so connected with their inner self, that some developed abilities far beyond any normal humanoid. Most of these became leaders among the Trygens, and admirals in battle.
      Each Trygen was placed into three separate categories soon after their initial testing, so that they could be strongest in what they seemed to excel in. First, and most common was the Gesion, a strong warrior in both hand to hand and range combat. Second was the Werdan, a being able to influence others with words alone, most were sent to keep peace between high tension groups. The third, a Intruge, an intelligent being, mostly studied in the ways of construction and weaponry. Able to break into most computer systems, or build anything that was needed from scratch. And finally, the least common of the categories was the Reduas, intelligent, strong, and persuasive the best of all four. A Reduas was extremely rare to come across, but highly useful as they could complete the jobs of any of the others.
      Most Reduas were placed on secret missions, where they would have to infiltrate the enemy, by getting close to them, getting into the base quietly and hacking the computer bases. Werdans were normally used to extract information from beings whether the victim knew they were being interrogated or not. Both the Gesions and Intruges were used in battles, but the Intruges were known for developing new technology for spaceships and weaponry.
      It was for these reasons that the Coadunation took them as their allies, obeying their laws, and at some points following their orders. The Trygens were an influence on the planets, and most governments as no one truly wanted to become their enemy.
      The Coadunation has now been in control for two hundred and forty-three years. Only seven planets have not placed themselves under it’s power, most harbor those that oppose them. The Aggregation and The Nation were the only two that the Coadunation paid any attention to, as their numbers were large and their tactics, hostile.
       The Nation launched an attack on the planet of Barthin, destroying fifty-eight percent of the population. In effort to retort the Coadunation placed warships around their home planet of Jiquas, they had spent the past three years since the attack sending people into the base undercover to disable their defenses. The planet as well as their base was heavily guarded by fatal auto-targeting lasers. The subject of both the undercover agent and the lasers was kept from the surrounding armies.
      At the front of the great army was Admiral Korin Donatien in her flagship, the Eidolon. Admiral Donatien was the youngest person to ever receive her title, it was an honorary title given to her by the Coadunation. In truth, she was a Reduas Trygen, who had proven herself many times to the Coadunation, working for them since her apprenticeship ended. She was more use to being the person on the inside of a project, and being in the large warship made her impatient. They never informed her of their plans, and against the direct orders of the Trygen Congress, she began a bombardment of the planet. The entire army except for the Eidolon was destroyed, including the agents inside the base.
      Some of the most famous men and women of the Coadunation and the Trygen were killed, because of her orders. Admiral Donatien’s trial was broadcasted throughout the galaxies, it was and still is the number one most watched monitor event in history. A shocking verdict was reached of not guilty, due to proof that a message was sent from the planet’s surface to engage the enemy. It was believed that the Nation sent the message to bring the ships into their weapons’ target range. Admiral Donatien never spoke during her trial, only sat quietly, not even the prosecution called her to the stand. After the trial, both the Coadunation and the Trygens forgave her and invited her back into their organizations, Korin quietly left the monitor’s eye, and vanished. Leaving her warship behind, and taking her cruiser, the Chimera, with her. Four years after the fact, no one knows where she went or if she’s even alive. Part One Start


      The jarring shake of the ship caused her eyes to pop open, it took a moment for her to realize she was awake now. Looking up at the ceiling, she took a deep breath, wondering what that pilot had done now. Slowly, she tossed her feet over the side of the cot, and looked around her small quarters. There were only two private quarters on the ship, and two crew quarters. Not that her crew was very big, and so it was the only other female aboard got the crew quarters to herself, the only problem with them was they didn’t have doors.
      Stretching her arms as she stood up, and began dressing herself in the Trygen formal garb. A tight gray leggings, long sleeve shirt, and a pair of boots that stopped mid-shin, and the most important part of her outside, the distinct Trygen sash. It was a light brown piece of cloth, nearly twice her size in length. In the center was a neck-hole, it covered her shoulders, and then grew thinner on the way down. By the time it reached her hips, it was only 5 inches in width, continuing down to her knees. She placed her swordsman belt over the sash, and hung both her short swords on each side. Brushing her dark blonde hair into a pony tail, she headed towards the cockpit.
      Stepping out of her quarters, she was met with a small hallway, which she walked down to the main room of the ship. In the center was the hologram message center or HMC, and a counter encircled it. The counter was meant for planning, but the crew used it as a dinner table, as the nourishment dispenser was on the far wall. Across the room was another small hallway to the other personal quarters and one of the crew quarters. To her left was the hall that lead to the exit, the engine room, and the storage area. And to her right was the small medic center with one small cot and a small trunk holding all their medical supplies, to it’s left was a large hallway that would take her to the cock pit.
      It was strange that everyone was asleep, but she knew that Lyron Vasin, her pilot wouldn’t be. Walking around the HMC, she headed down the hallway, her steps making echoing noises in the metal halls. As she got close to the cock pit door it slide open, recognizing her. The room could hold no more then three people comfortable, monitors, flashing buttons, were as far as the eye could see. Her eyes went directly to the pilot, as watching the screens for to long made her eyes hurt.
      He sat in one of the two pilots chairs, his face sharp, muscular build, and the appearance of a beard beginning to form. It wasn’t unusual though, even just after he had shaved he looked like he needed to do so again. His dark brown hair was not combed, he had probably been up all night. The auto-pilot on the ship was broken, and so they always needed someone in the cock pit. However, Lyron didn’t trust anyone but him and his auto-pilot to fly it.
      He had been a pilot in the Coadunation Military, and was a credit to his profession. From what she understood he had been given awards, metals, and meet with some of the worlds’ leaders. His resume was quite impressive, especially for someone only thirty-four years old. He never spoke of why he left the military, but they had found him in a cantina looking for work. He didn’t have any capitals in his debit-pad nor a ship, and what was a pilot without a ship? She hired him, well she convinced him it would be better to be her ships personal pilot.
      Coming up behind him, she laid her hand on the back of his chair. “This doesn’t look like the Wasor System, Lyron, have you gotten us lost?” She asked and looked down at the pilot, she knew he would not take her comment lightly.
      His eyes shot up to her, he hated when she hovered over him. “No, I haven’t gotten us lost. I have been a pilot since I was fourteen years old, not to mention that I am well decorated for my abilities when I was in the military, I think I… never mind. The Trygen Congress asked for you, so I changed course. I didn’t think I had to wake you to make sure it was alright.”
      She held back a grin, some of her dark blonde hair had fallen from her ponytail and into her face. “Did they say what they wanted?”
      He shook his head. “They just want an audience with you was all the message said.”
      “How far away are we, then?”
      “We will be landing within the hour.”
      Looking over the navigations, she saw that they were waiting in queue for landing. “We are already at Jesdia? You must of got the message early in the evening.”
      “About an hour after you fell asleep. They didn’t save a landing pad for us, so we get to wait in line.”
      “I better wake the others then.”
      He gave a soft nod, as she left the room.
      Walking out of the cockpit she entered the main room of the ship, already hearing the deep cusses of a fellow crewmate in the hall. Her eyes went directly to the six foot six black haired, muscular man standing next to the nourishment dispenser. Sakarn was a Gultusian, a human looking species, however in lifespan they could live up to four hundred years. They were a warrior race, enjoying battles, and finding honor in death during combat. To die of disease or old age was dishonorable, and most that had come into such, would actively search out a fight. Gultusian were a banned race, because of the war nine years ago, and any that wished to live within the Coadunation’s territory had to say they were human.
      She had traveled with him for four years now, and even now looking upon him startled her some. He was a massive man, and his face held no signs of kindness. Most of his species would hire themselves out as hired guns, but Sakarn had a different reason for following her. It was a debt owed that he had to pay back, though the debt was not to her, but her sister. How he came into such a debt, he refused to talk about, seeming to be ashamed of it. Her sister had run off, and not allowed him to continue with her. Sakarn searched her out, and asked to pay his debt to her, since her sister would not allow it.
      He rose a fist and punched above the nourishment dispenser, “Damn thing is broken!” A growl came from deep in his throat, “This junk pile needs to be scrapped, you need a new ship, Narelle.”
      She grinned, “The Alabaster was a gift from my master, and she is still a fine ship. Just needs a few repairs is all.”
      “Yeah, repairs. And what is that incompetent pilot doing? Another sudden jerk like that could tear this frail thing apart.”
      “It was probably debris from the battle fought here last year.”
      He nodded, remembering they were part of the battle against the Nation. “You would think that the scavengers would of collected it all by now.”
      “Trygen Congress doesn’t allow scavengers near their base, they have to work silently and slowly to collect anything in this area.”
      “Well, what are we going to eat if the dispenser is broken?”
      Narelle walked over to it, and gently pressed the button. A small brown square no bigger then two inches fell onto the catch below, “You have to be nice, Sakarn. The Alabaster doesn’t like big brutes beating on her all the time.”
      He frowned down at her, “This isn’t the Wasor System, you said we were near the Trygen Congress, what for? They got another childish errand for us to run, no doubt.”
      “None of the errands are childish, and I don’t know what they want. I’ll find out and if you need to know, I will inform you. Excuse me, I have to awake the others.”
      Sakarn picked up the small nourishment cube and popped it into his mouth, staring down at her as she walked away. Turning back to the dispenser, he pressed the button again, and nothing was released. Growling deep within his throat, he looked at the hallway just in time to see Narelle disappear around the corner. Letting out another groan, he punched above the dispenser again.
      Narelle smiled to herself, hearing the large man beating on the ship again. Stopping in front of the personal quarters, she pressed the intercom button next to the door.
      “Maslen, wake up.” She said, and heard him moan from the other side. “Get up, we are about to land.”
      Maslen was her apprentice, he hadn’t always been such. Her previous master had died during a battle, and he had been given to her for his last four years. She hadn’t thought it was a good idea, since their ages were so close. But in the past few years, the Congress had become more lenient towards co-ed apprenticeships and close age. Only four years ago, she had been released from her apprenticeship, as most ended at twenty. Maslen was now twenty, but his prior master had decided that he needed another year or two. They had paired her with him, because of their similarities. Though, she felt hard pressed to see why they thought they were so similar.
      The door slid open and the dark haired man looked directly into her eyes. He was the same height as she was, his hair black, and his eyes a strange shade of gray and green. He kept his thin hair in a low pony tail behind his head. He wore the same Trygen outfit as she did, except his sash was a light earth green, telling people that he was an apprentice. His eyes showed that he was barely awake, as he rubbed his hand over his face.
      “Already in the Wasor System? I barely went to sleep.”
      Narelle frowned, like her master, she tried not to show any of her softer sides to her apprentice. She wanted to be firm with him, so that he wouldn’t be emotional, which was the reason, he was being kept an apprentice.
      “We are meeting with the Congress, go eat or help Lyron in the cockpit.”
      With a nod, he walked down the hall and out of her sight. Walking in the opposite direction, she walked towards Ja’nire’s quarters. Ja’nire was a rare race of humanoid, a feline like race called Hycotus, normally found as slaves or on their own planet. The Hycotus lived for six hundred years, half that time was spent growing up. They reached adulthood at two hundred and ninety six years old, and that gave the females four years of fertile years. In that time, they had to find a strong mate in which to impregnate them. Males were fertile at three hundred, but were twenty percent of their population. The females became the travelers, and the males remained on the home planet of Hycoti, for breeding purposes. Males always took rank as high officials, and normally had several females waiting to breed with them. Most Hycotus had two children, and on strange occasions three to six.
      Ja’nire was a female of the species with two children, a male and a female. The Hycotus children, didn’t look like the beautiful felines the adults did. From what Narelle understood, they didn’t get human characteristics until the final five years of their childhood. Instead, they were small toddler size half cat, half chimpanzee looking creatures. Most of the time, they had some sort of slime dripping from their noises. They had even frighten Sakarn several times, and so Ja’nire tried to keep them from the eyes of the crew.
      Stepping into the quarters, Narelle looked onto her Hycotus friend, who was already awake. She had on her overalls, and was talking to the male child, who was hiding under the bed. Her white tail swished back and forth, and her ears were pulled back, telling Narelle that she was angry.
      “Ja’nire, we are going to land soon.”
      She looked behind to the human, “Alright, Gae’tal, won’t come out from under the bed.”
      Shrugging her shoulders, she looked under the bed at the black Hycotus. “Did you finish putting in the new energy crystals?”
      “I have a couple more to put in, and I’ll make sure to do that when we land.”
      Ja’nire had been sold to an old engineer, who just wanted someone to speak with. He had even taken her to Hycoti, so that she could mate. From what Narelle understood, a Hycotus female in heat was nothing anyone wanted to be around. The old engineer taught her a lot about ship engines, and when he died, he left in his will that she was to be set free. Narelle had run across her begging for a job at a shipyard, they refused her because of her species. Seeing the children, Narelle couldn’t help but give her a job aboard her ship. It had proven to be a wise decision, as Ja’nire could fix almost any problem.
      “I don’t know how long we will be on planet, but those crystals need to be in place. The old ones are at seventeen percent.”
      “I know, Narelle, I said I would get it done and I will. Right now, I am dealing with my son.”
      She could of sworn she heard a slight hiss in her voice, “Alright, I just wanted to stress it’s importance.”
      Making a hasty exit, she went back into the main room to find Maslen and Sakarn staring at each other across the HMC. Sakarn didn’t get along with anyone in the crew, and she only put up with him, because he was a strong warrior. It made her curious as to what debt he owed to her sister, though he never spoke of her. Not that Narelle ever wanted to speak of her either, she hadn’t seen her in four years, not since she disappeared. Only six years ago, her older brother had vanished as well. She had grown up with them, and now it seemed rather lonely existence. Had she known that one day she would be without them, she wouldn’t of taken them for granted as much. However, as a Trygen she wasn’t suppose to have such regrets.
      “Maslen and I will go to the congress, and the rest of you need to buy supplies.” She said to Sakarn.
      “I hate how secretive your congress is, whenever I have come here, I am never allowed to go in.” Sakarn frowned, and stood from his seat.
      He didn’t mean just the times he had come here with her, he had been here many times with her sister, she was sure of that. The one thing she did know was that Sakarn had spent five years with her, sadly he probably knew her better then she did.
      “That is the way it is, if you do not like it, then no one is forcing you to stay. Matters of the congress are for Trygen ears only.”
      After that was said, she felt the familiar bump of the ship entering the planet’s atmosphere. As well as the sound of Ja’nire’s children crying out in fear.
      “Damn kittens, this is no place for pets.” Sakarn snapped.
      Narelle rolled her eyes, and headed into the cockpit to watch the landing. It always brightened her mood to see Jesdia, the place she grew up, trained, and had so many fond memories of her brother, sister, and friends. End of Example

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