The Purification: Book 3 of the Evaran Chronicles

by Adair Hart

  Contents

  Title

  Copyright Page

  The Story so far

  Evaran’s Technology

  Prologue

  01

  02

  03

  04

  05

  06

  07

  08

  09

  10

  11

  12

  13

  14

  15

  16

  17

  18

  19

  20

  21

  22

  Note from the Author

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Books in the Series

  Copyright © 2016 Adair Hart

  All rights are reserved to the author. No part of this ebook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Editing done by Laura Petrella

  Cover done by Tom Edwards

  Interior design done by Colleen Sheehan

  Proofread done by Red Adept Publishing

  Published by Quantum Edge Publishing

  ISBN: 978-0-9967172-2-9

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  Dr. Albert Snowden and his niece, Emily, were abducted by an alien race known as the Krotovore. They were rescued by a space- and time-traveling being known as Evaran, who dropped them back off on Earth.

  When Evaran returned to check on them, they asked to travel with him, and Evaran accepted. They have been on one adventure that helped the people of Fredoria, a planet of human ex-slaves, become a full trade partner with the Kreagan Star Empire, the local galactic superpower in Earth’s region of the galaxy.

  This book takes place after that adventure.

  Torvatta—his ship that can travel through time and space

  Universal interface card (UIC)—a credit-card-sized device carried on his belt that allows access to any technological system

  Augmented reality interface (ARI)—an interface that only he can see around him

  Utility handle—a hilt-like device carried on his belt that can extend morphable matter in any shape, typically extended into a baton or staff; can also fire repulsion and stun beams

  Illumination orbs—small orbs on his belt that provide lighting and can hover

  Projection orb—an orb that allows projections to be sent to it from remote sources, such as Evaran’s ring or the Torvatta

  Ring—a ring that can provide holographic projection and also scan

  The Purification must be stopped. The thought jumbled around in John Holington’s mind as he sat at his desk, planning the next assault on the Purifiers. He had been fighting them for almost a hundred years, but their human supremacist movement had enveloped a large portion of the galactic region surrounding Earth.

  Although his small spaceship had limited firepower, it was fast and well suited for the guerrilla tactics of his crew. Nonhumans were still around, but their numbers were low and scattered to aging ships like his. Still, he held hope that the tide would change in their favor at some point.

  Lord Vygon, the deceased and former leader of the vampire house he belonged to, had entrusted him to deliver a message to a being known as Evaran. John had never seen this person or anyone that knew of him. It seemed hopeless, but he would honor it as long as he could. His attention turned to the doorway of his office.

  “They’re here!” said Miles O’Bannon.

  John looked up from his desk at the large, pale man with curly red hair trying to catch his breath. “Who?”

  “Evaran, Dr. Snowden, and Emily.”

  John’s heartbeat raced. If it was true, then maybe this mission would finally be over. He scrambled out from behind his desk and slapped Miles on the chest. “I’ll meet you in the command room. Assemble the others. Go.”

  Miles nodded and took off.

  John walked over to a steel panel on the wall and tapped it twice. A reflective surface appeared. He smoothed out his short, straight black hair and stared at the mirror, where his silver eyes stood in stark contrast to his dark skin. Looking at his form, even after a thousand years, never got old. With a final glance, he double-tapped the panel, causing it to shut down the surface, then headed to the command room. It took him several minutes to get there through the cramped hallways.

  The quiet hum of the ship echoed around the room as he scanned his crew of five. There was Miles O’Bannon, who, with his immense strength and rhino power armor, was the muscle when needed. Then there was Hermes, the last of the Greek God Pantheon. With his bronze skin and brown hair and eyes, he served as the pilot, mechanic, and comic relief. He knew Hermes and Lord Vygon were close, and that friendship had been extended to John, something he placed a high value on.

  Dizz and Cantol were the last members of Lord Vygon’s death squad. They were in the same vampire house as John and specialized in assassination. He did not possess their skill with weapons or training, but he was quick on the draw and could hold his own. Both were lean, and their builds allowed them to move without effort.

  Rounding out the last spot was Shandra Everoak, a tree shifter and the last of her kind. Her medium build, tan skin, green eyes, and long green hair were emblematic of the Everoak family line.

  In the center of the room sat a central table that had consoles hanging off the edges at sixty-degree angles. Miles tapped at one of the consoles, causing the large screen at the front of the ship to flick on.

  A shaky view of the expansive interior of a space station appeared. The view wheeled around to show a fair-skinned middle-aged man’s face with sweat rolling down the sides. He had on a one-piece gray suit with a green mantle across his shoulders. “Brills here. The Evaran Protocol has been activated. Just saw Evaran, Dr. Snowden, and Emily. The Purifiers got ’em, but they’re here.”

  The view pivoted back around to show what Brills saw as he walked toward one side of the interior shown before. Brills reached a hand up to his ear, and the view zoomed into the far side of the room.

  A group of guards wearing advanced light silver armor over a gray mesh suit escorted three prisoners. A Purifier symbol stood out on the guards’ upper arms and on their chests. It was a red triangle with a circle in it that had lines to each point in the triangle, all outlined in black.

  Brills pointed to the first prisoner. “That’s Evaran. He looks different than what I imagined.” He then waved a finger between an older male and a younger female. “That’s Dr. Snowden and Emily. Has to be. Station hasn’t been this active since I’ve been here. A transport ship is coming, supposedly, but still working on getting details. Anyways, I’ll be around. Contact me through the usual channels when you get this.”

  John let out a quick breath when he realized he had been holding it. He studied the projection. Evaran’s light-gray, lightly armored, advanced-looking suit seemed out of place for someone of his status. His fair skin and dirty-blond hair reminded him of Dizz, except a bit bigger.

  John scrutinized Dr. Snowden next. Dr. Snowden had on a pair of brown twill slacks with a complementary brown jacket. His brown bow tie and cotton vest sto
od in contrast to his white-striped shirt. It was definitely not something John had ever seen. Emily wore light jeans, a shirt, and shoes that looked like they were more for comfort than battle. John shook his head. How were these three a threat to the Purifiers?

  John focused on his crew. They had been loyal to him and part of his group for almost a hundred years. John’s blood boiled as he thought of all his friends the Purifiers had killed. He took deep breaths to clear his mind. Their final mission was upon them. He was aware of the crew staring at him as he contemplated what he would say.

  After a moment, he raised his head. “The time has come. We’ve waited for this moment for a very long time. The Purifiers have finally met their match. We were entrusted with a message from Lord Vygon long ago, and through many generations … and here we are. We’ve sustained losses and setbacks … and here we are. The Purifiers tried to cleanse us for being what we are … and here we are. Evaran has arrived and will clean this corrupted timeline. All he needs is the message … and here we are.”

  The crew nodded in silence as they looked around.

  “We prepare for our final mission. Although this may be our last one, I want each and every one of you to know—it’s been an honor to serve with you,” said John. His voice cracked. “To our countless fallen Daedrould, Outsider, Wildborn, and other nonhuman brothers and sisters, we will avenge you.” His voice rose as he jabbed a finger on the table. “No more will we hide in fear. The end of this timeline approaches. The Purification brought upon us will be removed, and with it, a new timeline created. One where humans and nonhumans alike are equals! So says Lord Vygon!”

  The crew pumped their arms in the air. “Hail Lord Vygon!”

  John swept his hand out. “The instrument of the Purifiers’ destruction is at hand. All hail Evaran!”

  “Hail Evaran!”

  John paused to catch his breath as he scanned the crew. “All right then. We have a lot of work to do. We’ll dock with the Purifiers’ Saturn station in about an hour and a half. You’ve been training all your lives for this moment. We can’t fail. Let’s show the Purifiers what the Earth Guard is capable of.”

  The crew cheered.

  Dr. Albert Snowden waved his hand through the air, causing solar systems to slide across his view. He marveled at the holographic models that the planar cartography lab could generate. Standing in the middle of the room, he could use arm and hand gestures to soar through the galaxy, and beyond. He wished he had this technology back in college.

  Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

  He sighed as he ran his hand over his balding head and tufts of gray hair. After pausing the holograms, he glanced over at his early twenties niece, Emily, sitting at a desk in the corner. Of all the places to be on a ship that could travel through space and time, she chose to be there, thumping her hands away as she browsed an embedded screen in a desk. She had on earplugs that fit snugly and dodged strands of her dirty-blond hair. The nanobots that coursed through him gave him heightened senses, and one of those was hearing. Maybe her nanobots were not helping her hear his frustrated sighs.

  He shook his head as he went over to her desk and tapped at it. “Emily!”

  Emily looked up and pulled out an earplug.

  “You’re thumping your fingers again.”

  Emily hunched her shoulders. “Sorry.”

  He eyed her. After a moment, he went back to the center of the room. With a quick tap in the air, the holographic models swirled around. He had been studying a planet called Gliese 832c in a solar system about sixteen light-years away from Earth and wanted to see if there was a model with information on it. As he swiped his hands through the various solar systems, looking for Gliese 832c, he reflected on where he was. Evaran had saved them from an alien abduction and allowed them to travel with him on his ship, the Torvatta. Being able to go through space and time was just one thing they got to enjoy. He was uncertain of half the things he had learned, but there was one thing he was certain of—reality was much stranger than it let on.

  Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

  His blood boiled as he snapped his head toward Emily. With fire in his step, he hustled over to her. He slammed his hand down on Emily’s desk.

  Emily jumped as she took out her earplugs. “Sorry …”

  “Isn’t there someplace else you can do that?”

  Emily’s eyes widened.

  Before Dr. Snowden could respond, Emily scrambled from her chair and ran out of the room. He sighed as he massaged his temples. His temper disappeared just as quickly as it had come. The anger flashes seemed to occur much more frequently since traveling with Evaran. There were some instances where it was warranted, but he found that even small things could set it off. Emily had become a target of it for the first time. Maybe it was the nanobots inside him. For a short while, they did carry the essence of another person, but that had been resolved. He shook his head as he pinched his hands at the holographic models. They dissipated as he exited the room.

  The planar cartography lab was his favorite spot on the Torvatta. Not only could he go there to unwind, but it was a place of research. Evaran had mentioned that it had the capability to show every place in the universe, but that it was locked down to this universe, timeline, and places Evaran had been. Upon request, Evaran allowed Dr. Snowden to see additional parts of the Milky Way galaxy that coincided with Dr. Snowden’s research that was done while teaching astronomy.

  He walked through the empty research lab. Gadgets and devices lay around haphazardly on top of tables. He enjoyed this room a lot, although not quite as much as the planar cartography lab. His mind snapped back to the situation as he walked out of the lab and into the main area of the ship.

  Looking around, he saw the front third of the disk-shaped ship was empty. He did a quick check into the two doors to his right and three doors to his left across from the entrance. The doors led to dimensional areas that did not take up any area in normal space. Dimensional mechanics, as he had come to understand it, was something he had on his list to learn more about. He went to the command area in the front of the ship and saw V, a metallic-skinned robot with lines and designs segmenting his body, in front of a U-shaped console. It still amazed him that Evaran had built V.

  He stood behind V and followed V’s gaze to the two front screens hanging on the transparent walls. One screen had data on it, while the other showed Evaran leaning over the blue semitransparent waist-high guardrail on the roof edge. Dr. Snowden shook his head at Evaran’s hair. It never appeared to move, even in combat. Evaran’s fair skin was a constant as well.

  “Dr. Snowden. Is everything okay?” asked V.

  Dr. Snowden jumped. “Yeah … was just looking for Emily.” He had become used to the robotic-sounding voice of V, with its raspy digital effect, and the particular way both Evaran and V spoke.

  “Analysis. She entered the living quarters three minutes ago. Her pace, heartbeat, and breathing suggest she is upset,” said V.

  “Yeah … that’s on me.”

  “Is she in need of comforting? I am knowledgeable in several calming techniques.”

  Dr. Snowden chuckled. “No … it’s something I need to take care of.” He pointed a finger at the screen with Evaran. “What’s he up to?”

  “Analysis. Evaran is studying the rings of Saturn.”

  “Ahh. I’d been planning on going up there myself after the lab,” said Dr. Snowden. He tilted his head at V. “I woulda thought you’d be up there.”

  “I am not sure if it is appropriate.”

  Dr. Snowden jerked his head back. “Why’s that …”

  “Evaran studied cosmic phenomena with U4, my predecessor, on the roof. It was a common occurrence.”

  Dr. Snowden studied V. He knew V had limited emotions but did not know that V was capable of feeling like this. “Was U4 designed like you?”

  “Yes. She had a similar body and an orb mode with less functionality, but she preferred body mode, while I prefer orb mode. Her death o
ccurred on Evaran’s first visit to Earth.”

  Dr. Snowden’s eyes widened. “Were they … close?”

  “Yes. She traveled with Evaran for three hundred twenty-three years.”

  Dr. Snowden’s jaw dropped as he gazed at the screen. He knew Evaran was probably older than he looked, but not three-hundred-plus-type old. “How old is Evaran exactly?”

  “You must ask Evaran that question.”

  “Fine … ,” said Dr. Snowden. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you … want to go up there?”

  V tilted his head at Dr. Snowden. “Yes.”

  Dr. Snowden placed a hand on V’s shoulder. “Then go on up!”

  V paused as he studied Dr. Snowden. “Acknowledged.”

  A smile lit up Dr. Snowden’s face as he watched V head to the elevator that went to the roof. His smile faded when he went to the living quarters. He took a deep breath and pressed a button on the console outside Emily’s room. After a moment of no response, he pressed again. Still nothing. He pressed another button. “Emily … I know you can hear me. I just want to talk.”

  The door slid open, and he entered the room. Emily was sitting on a couch in the middle of the large living room at the end of the short hallway he was in. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, and her puffy eyes dominated her face. He sat in a chair perpendicular to the couch. A digitized roar made him jump up. He reached under himself and picked up Mr. Smith, a stuffed tiger toy that Dan, his deceased brother and Emily’s father, had given to her as a child. He half grinned. “Why, that little rascal.”

  Emily chuckled.

  Dr. Snowden sat back down and looked at her. “Look. Back there, in the lab. I … lost control. Not mad at you, just … edgy for some reason.”

  Emily looked down. “It’s okay. I know when I’m not wanted around.”

  Dr. Snowden stiffened. “That’s not it at all.”

  Emily raised her head with lips turned down. “Just feels like sometimes you don’t want me here.”

  “No … why would you think that?”

  “Mom left me when I was born. Dad left me when I went to college. Then you were going to leave me to travel with Evaran. Just feels like life is trying to make me be alone.”