Ultimate Passage: New Beginnings: Box Set ( Books 1-4) Read Online Free
Author: Elle Thorne
Tags: Science-Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genetic engineering, multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial
wouldn’t likely think he was from another planet. They’d assume he was an angel. Of course they would, what with the shimmering iridescent colors of his Asazi skin, and those wings.
They’d never believe this his people used to reside on Earth, long ago, before they were removed. Taken to another place, forced to learn new ways.
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F inn lay on his bunk . His environment-controlled room suited his raging emotions. He knew that would change as soon as he arrived on Earth. Tumultuous, chaotic, disorderly Earth, populated with emotional, chaotic, tumultuous humans. Hunger seized him with a fierceness that reminded him it had been a while since he’d eaten.
He pressed a button on the headboard. Ten seconds and one swoosh, a meal appeared, perfect temperature, perfect nutrition. He held back a sigh, knowing that things weren’t so simple on Earth, with its restaurants and fast food, processed foods. Asazi foods were processed, a part of him wanted to argue. Probably the human part.
He took a bite of the sustenance, which was devoid of flavor, but full of nutrients. What would his body do with different food? Kal had warned him not to eat any, but then again Finn had grown up with a human in his family.
No, he couldn’t indulge that thought. He needed to do as he was ordered, not think about deviating. There was no point in thinking about human food. He wouldn’t be indulging.
Thinking of human food brought his human grandmother to his mind. During the First Wave, long ago, she’d been brought back and assimilated. She used to pull him aside and confide that he reminded her of her brother—a human. The day she had first told him that, Finn determined to never let his human side out. Being human was a weakness. Not that humans weren’t likable; they were—but they were so damned flawed. So ruled by emotions.
From that day on, Finn strived for a perfected stoicism. And he avoided his grandmother.
He rolled over in his berth, disgusted, appetite gone. Damn it, he had never planned to be in the next movement to bring back humans. This was the Third Wave. The Second Wave had failed, had left evidence on Earth that his kind had made it there. It had left the humans in a panic that they’d be invaded by Martians. He smirked at that thought. Martians, ha. The Asazi had waited decades to return, allowing the furor to die down, to turn into legends, whispers, conspiracy theories.
Studying human culture was not optional. The Asazi belonged on Earth, not these humans. One day, the Asazi would reclaim their place on Earth.
He wondered again what would happen to the women. What would be done to them? Would they live? Would they be kept captive? Would they be released? Or...
A small stab—emotional pain, human pain—caught Finn off-guard. He pushed it back. He didn’t need to feel pain for his grandmother—a human. Kal’s words invaded his mind: It isn’t bad to have emotions. Our kind do.
What did Kal know? He had no human blood in him, no human ancestors. Kal’s mother was 100% Asazi unlike Finn’s mother, half-human, half-Asazi, who had died giving birth to Finn. It had been her choice, though she’d been warned not to, or so Finn’s father had told him countless times. During childbirth, if the babies were not removed surgically, the human women died. But she was hardheaded, that half-human mother of his. His father would have a look of sadness on his face when he related that to Finn, sadness until his Asazi stoicism returned. Then it was replaced with nothingness, as if the sorrow had vanished. Or had never existed.
Finn’s walk to the pod that would take the team from the carrier to Earth was like a prisoner’s walk to the gallows. Each step was heavy. Why did it feel like he was walking to his own execution? Not that he had any experience with executions, or being a prisoner or a lawbreaker. No, not him. Not top-of-his-class Finn. He snorted in disgust, maybe even despair. And now he was here, the
They’d never believe this his people used to reside on Earth, long ago, before they were removed. Taken to another place, forced to learn new ways.
----
F inn lay on his bunk . His environment-controlled room suited his raging emotions. He knew that would change as soon as he arrived on Earth. Tumultuous, chaotic, disorderly Earth, populated with emotional, chaotic, tumultuous humans. Hunger seized him with a fierceness that reminded him it had been a while since he’d eaten.
He pressed a button on the headboard. Ten seconds and one swoosh, a meal appeared, perfect temperature, perfect nutrition. He held back a sigh, knowing that things weren’t so simple on Earth, with its restaurants and fast food, processed foods. Asazi foods were processed, a part of him wanted to argue. Probably the human part.
He took a bite of the sustenance, which was devoid of flavor, but full of nutrients. What would his body do with different food? Kal had warned him not to eat any, but then again Finn had grown up with a human in his family.
No, he couldn’t indulge that thought. He needed to do as he was ordered, not think about deviating. There was no point in thinking about human food. He wouldn’t be indulging.
Thinking of human food brought his human grandmother to his mind. During the First Wave, long ago, she’d been brought back and assimilated. She used to pull him aside and confide that he reminded her of her brother—a human. The day she had first told him that, Finn determined to never let his human side out. Being human was a weakness. Not that humans weren’t likable; they were—but they were so damned flawed. So ruled by emotions.
From that day on, Finn strived for a perfected stoicism. And he avoided his grandmother.
He rolled over in his berth, disgusted, appetite gone. Damn it, he had never planned to be in the next movement to bring back humans. This was the Third Wave. The Second Wave had failed, had left evidence on Earth that his kind had made it there. It had left the humans in a panic that they’d be invaded by Martians. He smirked at that thought. Martians, ha. The Asazi had waited decades to return, allowing the furor to die down, to turn into legends, whispers, conspiracy theories.
Studying human culture was not optional. The Asazi belonged on Earth, not these humans. One day, the Asazi would reclaim their place on Earth.
He wondered again what would happen to the women. What would be done to them? Would they live? Would they be kept captive? Would they be released? Or...
A small stab—emotional pain, human pain—caught Finn off-guard. He pushed it back. He didn’t need to feel pain for his grandmother—a human. Kal’s words invaded his mind: It isn’t bad to have emotions. Our kind do.
What did Kal know? He had no human blood in him, no human ancestors. Kal’s mother was 100% Asazi unlike Finn’s mother, half-human, half-Asazi, who had died giving birth to Finn. It had been her choice, though she’d been warned not to, or so Finn’s father had told him countless times. During childbirth, if the babies were not removed surgically, the human women died. But she was hardheaded, that half-human mother of his. His father would have a look of sadness on his face when he related that to Finn, sadness until his Asazi stoicism returned. Then it was replaced with nothingness, as if the sorrow had vanished. Or had never existed.
Finn’s walk to the pod that would take the team from the carrier to Earth was like a prisoner’s walk to the gallows. Each step was heavy. Why did it feel like he was walking to his own execution? Not that he had any experience with executions, or being a prisoner or a lawbreaker. No, not him. Not top-of-his-class Finn. He snorted in disgust, maybe even despair. And now he was here, the
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