Sentinels of the Cosmos Trilogy

by John Anderson

  SENTINELS OF THE COSMOS TRILOGY BOOK ONE

  THE ARRIVAL

  By

  John Anderson and Marshall May1

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  PUBLISHING

  SOMEONE OR SOMETHING PLANTED AND POPULATED THE GARDEN OF EDEN EONS AGO

  WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE WOULD HAPPEN IF THAT ENTITY RETURNED AND SAW WHAT WE HAVE MADE FROM IT?

  WHAT WOULD ‘IT’ DO? HOW WOULD ‘IT’ DO IT?

  IF THAT INTERESTS YOU, DIG RIGHT INTO THIS NEW SCIFI/FANTASY - THE FIRST OF 3 ENTITLED:

  SENTINELS OF THE COSMOS TRILOGY BOOK ONE

  THE ARRIVAL

  Introduction In the beginning there was no need. There was order, but as time passed there arose the law of chaos and there became a need for a return to balance, elements needed to be adjusted to restore order to the cosmos.

  In a universe near the center of the cosmos a race evolved from this need for restoring balance - they were known as Kalactins. Their role was to find ways of helping maintain the balance of forces or recover balance wherever it had been lost. The transmission of very subtle energies played a great role in maintaining this order and the mechanism for adjusting and transmitting these energies turned out to be through what is called organic life. Therefore planets throughout the universe were seeded with organic life to maintain this fragile balance. Each life form had a role to play and each life form understood its inherent role in the balance of everything. Kalactins became known as Sentinels of the Cosmos and their job was to maintain this balance of energies. The Kalactins seeded countless worlds with various life forms in the ever ending quest for this delicate balance. When a life form mutated or lost or forgot its purpose it was the role of the Sentinels to discover the problem and restore order.

  One of the Sentinels was a young Kalactin named Beneizen who with his life mate Tamalin had seeded a planet in our solar system called earth. It naturally evolved a species called human beings. Earth originally had two moons but as time went on the earth lost one of these two moons throwing the humans into a state of chaos. They started killing each other, damaging the very fabric of their environment. It was time for an intervention.

  It was the role of Beneizen and Tamalin to return to that same planet and restore the balance. Now returning alone; his life-mate having perished - a terrible fate for a Kalactin, his inspection of earth revealed that human behavior was the cause of damage to the fabric of the cosmos. Beneizen took it upon himself alone to try and restore the needed order; to help these strange human creatures who had lost their way... It was time - they needed to know their purpose for being – why and for what purpose they existed at all and return to play their proper role.

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  Chapter 1 It is the year 2041 and earth’s population had grown to over eight billion. Climate change, ground water depletion and deforestation had affected the food supply and starvation had already become a reality for billions of people. Something dramatic needed to be done but governments were paralyzed, unable to decide on what to do. An effective world organization where countries could come together with a common purpose was needed. A more global vision was required rather than the concept of the rights and needs of individual countries; there had to be a change.

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  The concept of EOJ, the Eagles of Justice had been presented to both houses of Congress of the United States of America in 2016 but never came to a vote. The stated mission statement was ‘to keep the world stable and to carry out directives that benefited all humanity no matter what the price.’ When Beneizen who had taken human form and Sam Nichols presented a radical new technology to be used by EOJ in secret closed meetings the objectives and the technology was so radical that most of congress wanted it suppressed. There were even some that wanted Beneizen and Sam Nichols locked up or even secretly assassinated. But there were a few members of both houses of congress as well as the President that saw the potential and like all humans imagined they could control the technology and even use it for their own views of ‘good.’

  Thus a race of controllable, synthetic, humanoid life forms called ‘Guards’ was created under the watchful eye of a few at EOJ. The existence of this organization was kept as secret as a ‘black ops’ group. Not even the CIA, FBI, NSA or DOD knew of its existence.

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  It’s hot and sweaty in New York City, 1020 and the humidity is high, it’s putrid hot. Detective Chase Stern sat alone at the end of the long bar in Sam’s Place, a frequent hangout for NYPD cops.

  Chase looked more like a bodybuilder than a cop; he just looked out of place. He had recently been transferred to the Central Park precinct after recovering from a terrible accident, which had left him with complete amnesia. He had only recently been allowed back on the active duty roster force under the watchful eye of his new partner, Juan Martinez.

  Juan was from Colombia; his adoptive parents had carried him and his sister, as infants, out of Colombia, through Panama, Honduras, and Belize and into Mexico where they crossed into the United States as illegal immigrants and made their way to New York. Juan never knew his father. He was raised by his mother, a career cleaning lady in the South Bronx. Physically Juan was a great contrast to Chase. He was of medium build, wiry, sporting a thin cropped moustache, long hair tied in back in a ponytail. He had a quiet demeanor and always appeared mild mannered; but anger was always very close to the surface. Juan had a wife, Esperanza and three children Chase sat transfixed by the television above the bar. A newsman and woman are giving an evening news alert. It was loud and blaring out all over the room, and no one noticed except Chase. "Tonight's news brings us further terrible facts - world starvation has reached epidemic proportions! Over thirty million people have died, and people here are worried that starvation could even affect the United States. We are already seeing massive shortages of some foods." Another man sitting at the bar yells to the bartender. "Hey turn that down, it’s really depressing." The bartender turns it down and sees Chase still staring at screen.

  Juan, Chase’s partner, enters the bar picks up Chase’s glass and smells it.

  “My God, it’s that Dr. Boner’s belly-wash, how can you stand to drink that crap?” Juan asks.

  “I like it. It’s hard to get you know. I can only order it over the internet. It’s also very good for you. Your body is a temple Juan and you should take care of it, read the label.”

  Juan picks the small blue can and squints to read the print on the label. “This is the smallest print I have even read in my life, Chase how can you drink this. It’s got titanium in it, and mercury, who told you to drink this?”

  “The nurse gave it to me in the hospital. It makes me feel good.”

  “Really Chase, booze makes me feel good, but I don’t drink it constantly. Well sometimes I do. The nurse really said you must drink four of these a day?” “They make me feel good,” says Chase as he turns back to the bar and his shoulders slump as he stares straight ahead lost in thought. To get his attention, Juan pulls his left shoulder towards him. Startled, Chase makes a fist, cocks his arm, and gestures that he is going to sock Juan in the face.

  Juan says, “What’s bothering you man, calm down, you alright? Come on we have to hit the road. We have to be cops; take out your bad attitude on the guilty.”

  “Yeah, I know, you ever wonder why we’re here. I mean here, on thi
s planet?” Chase asks.

  “Yes, to make my wife happy, now come on we have to go?” Juan says pulling Chase to his feet.

  Chase says, glumly, “You want to know what crawled up my spine; what am I doing here? I don’t remember anything about my life until a few months ago when I met you. I don’t remember my parents, my childhood, or my friends. It’s as though there’s a wall in my head and there isn’t even a door I can open to see what’s behind it. No one has even recognized me; doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

  “No, we live in New York City, most people wouldn’t recognize the Pope, but we still have to hit the road,” Juan says.

  “How can I look like this and have been in a coma and no one tells me anything?” Chase asks.

  “Vitamins, Dr. Boner’s protein shakes, sex with the nurses. You’re too self-involved, you’re like, morose. What you need is a cute bitchy wife and three kids, believe me you wouldn’t ponder the question, “Why am I here? We have to get on the road man,” Juan is becoming impatient.

  “I hear things, Juan, I can do things and I don’t know how I learned to do them, and it doesn’t make sense that I’m a cop. And I’ve been having these headaches. I mean really bad headaches. Nothing helps!” Chase reveals.

  “You’re already seeing the department shrink. Isn’t she helping?” Juan asks.

  Chase puts his hand to his forehead. There are tears in his eyes.

  “Are you alright man, maybe you should just go home tonight,” Juan said.

  “I’m not cracking up! I have a bad headache. I’m alright. I have this bizarre feeling in myself that wants to play the piano, but how could I! I’ve never played the piano but I’m drawn to it.”

  “How do you know? Maybe you did. Chase you were in a coma for three years. Try it man, maybe you played it before you got messed up,” Juan says. Chase walks over to the piano in the bar and sits down. He just sits there looking at the closed piano cover. People in the bar sense something and they all quiet down. This is a cop bar and between shifts the place is jumpin.’ They start yelling obscenities at Chase, this large muscle-bound man that looks more like Hercules than a piano player. He opens the lid and lays his massive fingers on the piano keys. He’s suddenly seized with fear and closes the lid again. “No man, try it,” Juan cheers him on.

  Chase again opens the lid and by this time the entire bar has become very quiet. “Chase, what the hell you doin?’ you can’t play the piano,” yells Bill Black one of his fellow detectives. Another yells, “The only thing you can play with is your dick.” There is general laughter and commotion.

  Chase opens the lid again, his hands falling on the keys differently this time, his back straightens, his shoulders relax and he starts to play the last movement of Prokoviev’s Sonata No. 7. Needless to say this is one of the harder pieces of piano literature, but for a large rugged member of the NYPD to start playing classical music in a hot bar on the Upper West Side of Manhattan was something that even men and women in the rest rooms came staggering out pulling up their pants to witness.

  Chase stops as suddenly as he had started. There isn’t a sound in the bar. People just stare at him.

  “I guess before my accident, I played the piano,” Chase says meekly.

  Bill Black a large hulking detective comes over to Chase and says, “What was that crap you played? Give me some Motown, bro,” Bill says.

  “Lay off him Bill,” Juan says to Bill Black.

  “Juan, your partner is a freak, he’s dangerous, and he’s going to get someone killed. I guess I shouldn’t care, because it’s probably going to be you,” Bill pushes Juan in the chest with his finger.

  Chase grabs Bill by the throat, and lifts him straight off the floor, saying, “Don’t mess with my partner and don’t mess with me.”

  Bill tries to free himself. But Chase tightens the grip, and then suddenly he let’s go. Bill tumbles to the floor gasping for air.

  “Take it easy Chase,” Juan says.

  Bill rises to his knees and grabs his throat. He stands up and takes a swing at Chase. Chase catches his hand in mid-air and starts to squeeze and watches dispassionately as Bill again drops to his knees. He lets him go again.

  “You’re a freak, you're a sick freak, get away from me,” Bill says as he walks away slowly rubbing his hand and throat.

  The bar slowly goes back to its normal babble. Chase, that was amazing. Where did you learn to make moves like that? You remember anything?” Juan asks.

  “Nothing, not one thing!” he replies.

  “You remember playing the piano as a kid, piano lessons?”

  Chase shakes his head.

  “That was freaky man; very cool could you go do that again?”

  “I don’t know, maybe. I don’t even know the name of the piece,” Chase replied.

  “You is one sad twisted case kid, you don’t know nothin’ about yourself do you? Now that’s amnesia. It must be real frustrating. Look at you act like Chuck Norris, and now, a minute later you’re shaking like a leaf. I’ve got to admit, you have some real issues.” “Yeah, I guess I do,” Chase said with his heart breaking.

  He looked into his mind. It was a blank, just blackness, nothing. He remembered nothing. The sweat formed on his brow and he started to breathe heavily. He knew the signs; he was having a panic attack. “Give me the bag,” Chase said.

  Juan hands him a paper bag and Chase breathes into it and slowly comes back to himself. Bill Black comes back over and says, “Juan you’ve got to be out of your mind to go out with this freak.”

  “You come back for more, is that it Bill, you want a little more?” Juan says angrily.

  “Ignore him. Let’s go to work,” Chase says.

  Bill is a big man and Juan’s slight frame stands right in front of Bill saying, “The one thing in life that really scares me is that you or a cop like you would ever become head of the department. You’re a bully Bill and you have no compassion. In short, you’re a big stupid pig!”

  Bill takes a swing at Juan who ducks easily and Bill’s fist goes right into the side of the bar. He recoils in pain. Juan stands up and turns to Chase who has a big smile on his face.

  “Good move Juan and a bad hair day for Bill,” Chase compliments him.

  “Let’s go to work, are you the passenger or me,” Juan said.

  “I’d like to be in the back seat tonight,” Chase says. “Yeah, sit back and relax,” Juan says.

  Juan and Chase had worked out a great scam to fool potential criminals. They rode around in a genuine NYC medallion taxi. One of them would be the driver and the other would be the passenger. They took turns. But then suddenly Juan got a phone call.

  Chapter 2 Juan’s wife, Esperanza pulled her SUV into ShopCity a large supermarket chain in the Bronx New York with her three kids in tow. She was pretty with an athletic build and mysterious black eyes. Her youngest daughter Yolanda yelled from the back seat. ”Mom I’m hungry!”

  ”Sit back dear we’re all hungry.” she replies as she pulls into the parking lot. Hordes of people standing with protest signs with slogans like “Where has all our food gone? The government is holding our food!” and “Act now -the food belongs to the people!” No one knew where all the food had gone, or why there were such terrible shortages. Meats were slowly becoming a rare commodity; certain vegetables hardly ever showed up and often were of poor quality if they did. You paid whatever they charged. Esperanza grabbed her children from her car and charged through the crowd. She was not shy and pushed through like a lawnmower. She turned to Maria her oldest and saw a drop of blood coming from her nose.

  ”Are you going to be alright?” she asks.

  ”I’m fine, it’s just the chemo!” Maria says softly. ”Are you sure?” She asks very concerned.

  ”No really, let’s go, I’m fine. We have to get food!” Maria says like a trooper.

  Esperanza charges into the store. The dull sound of Muzak can be heard. She grabbed a cart and looked around at the rows of shelves.
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  Every week something else they used disappeared. Last week was hot sauce. She wondered what it would be today. It was subtle - she as always went first to the meat section to see what was available. There were a few packages of cheap fatty hamburger meat and almost nothing else. She quickly moved to the produce aisle and there were no carrots. That bothered her - there were almost always carrots. It was strange how the choices started to disappear. Maria her oldest daughter had a rare form of leukaemia, a sweet teenager who never complained or felt life had cheated her in any way. Jorge her 8 year old son was the opposite - always complaining, always uncomfortable but very protective of his big sister. He would challenge someone twice his size if they threatened Maria. Maria’s survival now depended on a new technology that was only available to a few. Juan had arranged the treatment and the price he had to pay for the treatment bothered her. After the short and frustrating shopping was finished Esperanza noticed that the crowd outside was becoming more and more unruly. Yelling and screaming had progressed to throwing eggs at the front of the store. Esperanza was becoming more and more anxious as the protest regressed into a riot. She quickly called her husband Juan and said, “I’m getting very nervous. I’m here at ShopCity with the kids and there are mobs of people throwing things at the windows of the store,” she told Juan.

  ”You want me there? “Juan asks.

  ”Yes I want you here now, why do you think I'm calling?” she retorts.

  ”You have your gun?” Juan asks.

  ”No.” she says.

  ”Smart, what the hell you doing going out without your gun?” he yells.

  ”I’m at the grocery store, not the Middle East war.” she screams.

  ”Alright, alright I’m on my way. And Chase is with me. “Juan says.

  ”Great, Maria will be happy!” she says cynically. ”I heard that,” Maria yells.

  ”Yeah, I heard that too!” Jorge says.

  Esperanza hangs up the phone just as a brick sails through the store window. She grabs the kids and heads to the back of the store. People begin pouring into the store through both the broken window and the door. Children begin screaming, becoming more and more terrified. Esperanza, who was ex-military a T5 in the Army MP’s, jumped into action immediately, easily keeping the insanity of the mob from coming near her family! Out of the chaos that followed Juan and Chase appear almost as an apparition.