Sojourn Sol (Eternal Sol) Read Online Free
Author: Morgan Landsbury
focus as hard as he possibly could. He entered a deliberate trance by slowing his breathing and willing all of his muscles to relax, then he slipped into the place just beneath the material, where the inner workings of the energetic realm twist the physical world. He could see the white strings of fate and look out at what was to come.
He saw himself in a uniform, saluting a man and walking on strange planets. He had a gun on his hip. He didn't know what that meant, but when he opened his eyes and pulled himself out of his trance, all he could think about was asking the teacher to help him decipher his dream. When he asked, she simply laughed and told him that it was just an exercise to help him focus on becoming the man he wants to be. She told him that if he believed he would be that man, then he would have something to work for and do better in life, but he knew better. He saw a ship, a distinct face and things he'd never seen before.
That vision stuck with him when he entered the basic ship that had been given to him by the sisterhood. He was heading for the recruitment base in the Telu system where he would be able to enlist. He was chasing fate when he donned his cognitive console headset and sat back in his black arm chair and with a single thought he was transported to the other end of the galaxy.
The Third Stallion was the protective force surrounding the tiny blue planet housing the military base. They swarmed by the millions with tiny drones, warships and transports, handling their business and patrolling the system as well as the extra-solar space surrounding it. Their signals were coming through on his console as soon as he landed, so he turned on his video feed and put on his visor.
He was transported to a white space, where he stood as a simple gray avatar, waiting in line with other bodies made of the same translucent matter. He would have to wait for some time before somebody could attend to his arrival at the black desk in the front of the line.
When he was nearing the front, tiny black script popped up in front of his eyes asking him to state his reason for entering the system. With a single thought, he informed the system that he was there for recruitment. The visor switched off of its own accord, and a large gray rectangular transport ship moved alongside his own and requested to dock. He approved the request, and looked back to the circular hatch behind him which began to slide open slowly to reveal a metallic humanoid robot which made its way into the cabin. It looked the boy up and down, then said, “You may follow,” in a surprisingly human voice.
Thousands of thoughts moved through Tamil's head. What if he couldn't make his way through training? Could he handle the exercise, and what about the commanders? He was never any good at taking orders. Ironically, his concerns weren't about battle itself, but whether or not he would be accepted into the armed forces. He could withstand bloodshed. He was the kid that never cringed when he saw a dead animal or another one of the kids get hurt. He was the guy that nobody messed with because the consequence was unpredictable: they might get away with it or they might find their heads bashed in.
He wasn't just the playful child that everyone loved—no—he was also a bloodthirsty beast who could clash with titans through sheer determination. He didn't say much; he didn't have to. His presence was enough. He was slow to anger, but when he got angry, he could destroy a mountain with a look. He was decisive and cool—he knew the army would hone his skills, but he wasn't sure whether or not they would like him.
They would put him through test after test, challenging every single part of him, from his Prana Bindu concentration to his physical prowess. They could enhance a man as many ways as they wanted; they could even enter his head. The problem with the army was that they would want him to have the right spirit,
He saw himself in a uniform, saluting a man and walking on strange planets. He had a gun on his hip. He didn't know what that meant, but when he opened his eyes and pulled himself out of his trance, all he could think about was asking the teacher to help him decipher his dream. When he asked, she simply laughed and told him that it was just an exercise to help him focus on becoming the man he wants to be. She told him that if he believed he would be that man, then he would have something to work for and do better in life, but he knew better. He saw a ship, a distinct face and things he'd never seen before.
That vision stuck with him when he entered the basic ship that had been given to him by the sisterhood. He was heading for the recruitment base in the Telu system where he would be able to enlist. He was chasing fate when he donned his cognitive console headset and sat back in his black arm chair and with a single thought he was transported to the other end of the galaxy.
The Third Stallion was the protective force surrounding the tiny blue planet housing the military base. They swarmed by the millions with tiny drones, warships and transports, handling their business and patrolling the system as well as the extra-solar space surrounding it. Their signals were coming through on his console as soon as he landed, so he turned on his video feed and put on his visor.
He was transported to a white space, where he stood as a simple gray avatar, waiting in line with other bodies made of the same translucent matter. He would have to wait for some time before somebody could attend to his arrival at the black desk in the front of the line.
When he was nearing the front, tiny black script popped up in front of his eyes asking him to state his reason for entering the system. With a single thought, he informed the system that he was there for recruitment. The visor switched off of its own accord, and a large gray rectangular transport ship moved alongside his own and requested to dock. He approved the request, and looked back to the circular hatch behind him which began to slide open slowly to reveal a metallic humanoid robot which made its way into the cabin. It looked the boy up and down, then said, “You may follow,” in a surprisingly human voice.
Thousands of thoughts moved through Tamil's head. What if he couldn't make his way through training? Could he handle the exercise, and what about the commanders? He was never any good at taking orders. Ironically, his concerns weren't about battle itself, but whether or not he would be accepted into the armed forces. He could withstand bloodshed. He was the kid that never cringed when he saw a dead animal or another one of the kids get hurt. He was the guy that nobody messed with because the consequence was unpredictable: they might get away with it or they might find their heads bashed in.
He wasn't just the playful child that everyone loved—no—he was also a bloodthirsty beast who could clash with titans through sheer determination. He didn't say much; he didn't have to. His presence was enough. He was slow to anger, but when he got angry, he could destroy a mountain with a look. He was decisive and cool—he knew the army would hone his skills, but he wasn't sure whether or not they would like him.
They would put him through test after test, challenging every single part of him, from his Prana Bindu concentration to his physical prowess. They could enhance a man as many ways as they wanted; they could even enter his head. The problem with the army was that they would want him to have the right spirit,
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