Secret matter: Alien spaceship (STAR-DUST 2) E-Book

Jens F. Simon

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 91

Beschreibung

Sigurd survived the alien attack only by using his paranormal powers. When the aliens strike again and his two colleagues Mark Merlin and Selin Wiegand disappear, he gets the order to look for them. However, one of his partners plays it wrong and two friends are seriously injured. Sigurd teams up with the intelligent alien ship Paurusheya and accepts the new challenge. Together with the alien spaceship, which has an inherent female component, he chases the strangers through half the solar system.

Leseprobe

STAR-DUST

Under the spell of nanites

Volume 2

Secret matter: Alien spaceship

© 2024 Jens F. Simon

Illustration: S. Verlag JG

Publisher: S. Verlag JG, 35767 Breitscheid,

All rights reserved

Distribution: epubli a service of neopubli GmbH, Berlin

ISBN: 978-3-818709-84-6

The work, including its parts, is protected by copyright. Any exploitation without the consent of the publisher and the author is prohibited and will be prosecuted under criminal and civil law. This applies to electronic or other reproduction, translation, distribution and making available to the public.

Table of content

Vacation

The Venus Station

Secrets

The revelation

Persecution of the strangers

The path is the goal. Never be aimless, for the world is turning even if you have not yet found the path of life.

In a person's love, imagination and feelings are of great importance. If a man loves a woman, desire is a part of longing for her. However, if it turns out that love encounters limits that constrict it, feelings are put aside in the ultima ratio. What remains is the imagination to continue the path of love.

The highest reality of being lies in the innermost part of man. To reach it, a certain spiritual preparation is required. 

Vacation

I lay awake half the night, unable to sleep a wink. Sir Arthur Newcraft's last communication had not only confused me but had brought me to the brink of a mental crisis.

I first doubted the credibility of his statement, then I began to think.

I had to redefine my previous world view, otherwise I was in danger of slipping into a kind of schizophrenia. My subconscious made it very easy for itself in this regard and used my weakness for fantastic literature for this purpose.

On that morning of 2018, after less than two hours of sleep, I knew two things with certainty.

First, there were indeed aliens on our planet.

They were staying underground, and their intentions were largely in the dark. The LIfe-Int-Ltd. had come across them during their activities.

As a final consequence, they had created the MbF Section under the leadership of Sir Arthur Newcraft, a 78-year-old man.

The duties of the men and women of the MbF Section far exceeded the activities of a normal security service.

LIfe-Int-Ltd had attempted to let the authorities in on their knowledge of the extraterrestrial presence but had been consistently rebuffed and the supposed evidence dismissed as figments of the imagination and exaggerated claptrap of a few lunatics.

For me, however, it was certain that they existed. What they looked like, what they did and what they wanted, however, remained in the dark for the time being.

And now I came to second, my vacation. After the events of the last weeks I had to think about some things and had applied for a vacation.

Sir Arthur had also granted it, after a short conversation.

What more did I want. First, I had planned to go back to my home village. There still lay the 9 unread volumes of the Star League Saga.

I hoped in any case, my parents' house still stood and had not completely collapsed.

But my friend Delian would have already told me that. We had agreed by phone that he would get back to me if anything important came up.

He hadn't gotten back to me.

On the other hand, what more should I read that I couldn't experience for myself. My thoughts started to do somersaults again. That was exactly the reason why I wanted to take a week off.

I had to come clean with myself.

Sir Arthur had suggested that I spend my vacation on the island of Tenerife. He had been there several times and had recommended me the Hotel Sombrairo at the upper end of the Calle la ladera.

I didn't think much about it now either but decided to go to the island.

My village could wait, my books as well.

The entire hotel complex was terraced.

The buildings were built with red sandstone and made a well-kept impression at first sight.

I walked past the stepped enclosure, which was bordered with stone benches. The sky was cloudless, and the hotel complex was illuminated by the sun in a paradisiacal flair.

I had stopped briefly to enjoy the ambience in depth.

This was the first real vacation in my life. My hotel room was more than just a room, it was a suite.

The bed was in a separate room that could be accessed through a Byzantine archway.

The suite was painted with warm room colors and a double door led to a spacious balcony that stretched almost the entire front side of the building, interrupted only by intermediate partitions that emphasized the affiliation of each room.

I was on the third floor. The balcony looked directly onto the pool, which, however, seemed rather deserted.

At the reception I had seen a poster: "Hotel Disco Night Today" was written there in large letters.

I had often gone to the disco in the neighboring town on weekends in the past. Old memories broke through. The first crush, the first girlfriend.

How long had it all been? I hadn't been in a relationship for eight years now.

What was the point? My books were enough for me! I looked out of the open window.

The sun was slowly setting, creating a pink glow over the last bright blue of the sky. Soft music could be heard.

Small lights came on. Lanterns and stake lamps, stuck into the ground with a skewer, lit a path across to a tent that was open on two sides.

The first voices of laughing and happy people switched up to me.

I gazed pensively down over the balcony railing. More and more couples walked hand in hand or in close embrace towards the now louder music. Bundles of cascading light shone in the incipient twilight.

My thoughts were flooded with memories. I felt magically drawn to what was happening and was already on my way over to the disco night before I even realized it.

Just as I was making my way between the other guests of the hotel on the lighted path to the event, things got louder.

I heard loud shouts and hands clapping. "Me paso la vida soplando," I heard shouting and "El Trio Zapatista" said another guest.

Then I saw them. Three men in black hats, moving like penguins as they played guitar and sang. People seemed to know the trio and like the songs.

I didn't understand Spanish, unfortunately, plus I couldn't get anything out of the whole performance.

Anyway, my previous melancholy was gone in one fell swoop.

I just stood there, trying to be inspired by the other guests.

"It's probably not your taste. But don't worry, it's just the intro to tonight's party."

I winced, a little startled. A dark-haired young woman had approached me.

She smiled open-heartedly at me. In the glow of the now-returning disco lasers and spotlights, her shoulder-length, almost black hair glowed bluish.

The same blue seemed to be found in her eyes.

"Yes, hopefully."

That was all I could get out at first. Her eyes sparkled with vitality.

"It's not that bad, and besides, it's already over."

In fact, that strange group had now left the stage and the first couples were reclaiming it, turning it back into a dance floor.

Disco rock was playing.

"Don't look so grumpy, come on, let's dance!"

Already the stranger had grabbed me by the arm and with a bright laugh pulled me into the fray.

I had no time at all to think. Then my memories grabbed me again and I tried to imitate the most amazing contortions of my partner, which she apparently understood as dancing.

Alethea was her name. She was Spanish and her uncle owned many of the shares in the hotel.

That much I had learned by now. She seemed to have really taken a liking to me.

Anyway, she didn't leave me alone anymore and that gave me a certain kick.

My last female acquaintance was almost a decade ago. I noticed a pleasant tingling sensation moving up my spine.

My blood pressure also seemed to have increased, and my brain was really bathing in the ground substance dopamine.

"Pico del Teide was once the dwelling place of the evil demon Guayota, who, according to legend, had captured the sun god Magec and imprisoned him in El Teide. The darkness deeply frightened the Guanches, the indigenous people, and they asked their chief god Achamán for help. The latter chased Guayota away, freed the sun god Magec, and closed the upper opening of El Teide with a plug called the Pan de Azúcar."

Alethea's smile magically attracted me.

The dark blue song shadow enhanced the profound look of her eyes. She had been trying to initiate me into the lore of the Tinerfeños, as the locals called themselves.

She was really enthusiastic about the many stories and legends of the island, and she knew how to tell about them.

I didn't understand much of what she told me during the evening.

But I listened and tried to show interest with a question now and then. We drank rum with honey and danced a lot that evening.

My own thoughts took a new path.

When I accompanied her to her hotel suite around 02:30, it wasn't just the alcohol that elated me.

The beso de buenas noches, the goodnight kiss was a bit more intense than I had imagined.

Anyway, I felt like a young bum in love when I went to my room now.

We had arranged to meet in the morning. Alethea wanted to show me the Pico del Teide.

Now I was lying in bed and just couldn't fall asleep. My thoughts were always occupied with the evening and Alethea. I tossed and turned restlessly. What was with the aliens? With my job? How did it go on and how did this acquaintance fit into my new life?

At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I was consciously aware of where the rays of sunlight that woke me up.

The room was lit as bright as day because the blinds were not drawn.

I was immediately wide awake. A glance at the clock showed me that I had exactly 20 minutes left to arrive in time for breakfast with Alethea. We had arranged to meet in the hotel's small bistro. Afterwards, the trip to the volcano crater was planned. She seemed quite obsessed with exploring the Teide-Pico Viejo complex with me. I didn't quite make it and needed 25 minutes.

The hotel bistro, a separately partitioned room off the lobby, was very poorly attended that morning.

I accounted for two other guests, but otherwise the room was empty. The disco night seemed to have gone on well into the morning.

I slowly walked into the room and looked around several times. Alethea also seemed to be late.

The buffet was already open, and I helped myself. I chose a table from which I could easily observe the entrance. She would probably appear soon.

After an hour and three pots of coffee, my mood was approaching zero. Had she stood me up?

I knew her suite number and just went up to her now. Maybe she really had just overslept.

Even after knocking several times, there was no response. Now I was getting worried after all.

I went back downstairs and to the reception. Only now did I realize that I didn't even know her last name.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where I can reach the guest from Suite 12? We had an appointment this morning, but we missed each other."

The hotel clerk behind the front desk glanced sideways briefly and frowned.

"I only know her first name, Alethea, but she's the niece of the hotel owner."

Now the frown turned into a thoughtful look.

"I don't understand. Suite 12 is not occupied, and as far as I know, the hotel belongs to a hotel group."

Now it was my turn to look astonished. I thanked him and still felt the employee's gleeful grin on the back of my neck as I walked out. On the patio platform in front of the pool, I looked first at the bright blue sky, then toward the pool.