Imperium Military Records

It is unclear when Psionic abilities were first achieved. Historic notes have shown that even the most primitive cultures from Earth Prime have discovered the powers and abilities garnered from deep meditation. Ancient myths and texts speak of heroic individuals capable of mighty feats including flight, and mind reading.

Before the Empire Wars, it was believed that any individual was capable of harnessing the most basic of the mind’s psionic abilities. There are individuals that were classified as “talents.” A Talent was able to learn and harness psionic abilities with ease and could become quite powerful with the proper training and preparation. However, the mind is both formidable and fragile. Delving too deep into one’s psionic abilities without proper preparation could lead to serious mental trauma and disability.

The powers of mind reading, rapid healing, and thought manipulation were just scratches on the surface of something bigger. Further discovery, though now lost, have shown that the mind’s psionic abilities was merely a gateway to accessing other metaphysical forces. It was written that a trained Talent could manipulate the environment around them creating super heated blasts of energy or even forces to lift and move objects. Some even say that a properly trained Talent could manipulate dimensional gateways allowing them to teleport great distances in mere seconds....

Ancient Ruins

“” A deep voice hissed.

My head hurt, and I found myself once again waking up. Through blurry eyes, I saw that it was the red Velocra that was talking to another. He had two small horns jutting from the back of his head and one milky white and scarred eye. My Velocraian was poor, but did he call me a Sasson?

“Pet?” I asked in Imperial Common.

Red scale snorted at me, and as my vision cleared, I saw that two other Velocra were standing over me. One of them was like Red Scale with horns, and the third had feathers on their head like me, and she was beautiful. Okay, granted, I’ve been in the service for the human military and have not been around Velocra for years. Yet, despite my poor reference points, I was certain that she was beautiful, with purple scales. She looked at me, and I smiled at her.

“He saved us from the VeraTax,” she answered in Imperial Common.

I was sure her language choice was for my benefit, and I nodded in gratitude.

“Saved us?” Red Scale asked, and I saw his suit shimmer and form a sharp blade at the end of his tail.

“We saved him,” the other Velocra hissed.

Their outfits were really advanced with nanotech fibers. They were beyond even the most sophisticated battle armor that the Imperium had. The fibers form-fitted their bodies, and there were no discernable power sources.

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“We must go,” the other urged, and the fibers rippled to cover their entire body and formed a sleek battle suit.

“I wish to talk with him,” the beautiful female said.

Red Scale scowled, and his battle suit formed around him as he and the other departed.

“What is your name?” I asked.

She tilted her head and answered, “I would imagine you have other questions, and yet you ask my name? You may call me Velena.”

“I’m Sam. Who are you?” I asked as I rose unsteadily to my feet.

Velena glanced in the direction her companions had left, and there was a rumbling of a spacecraft starting up. She turned back toward me.

“We have little time. Allow me to show you,” Velena said as she placed gentle hands on my forehead.

“You are psionic?” I asked, surprised.

She nodded, and images flooded through my head. She showed me history, how the Velocra ruled a mighty space empire, and they genetically created the VeraTax to be their guardians. Then civil war, and for some, the VeraTax turned from guardian to slave master. But, now I learned a different history lesson where the other Velocra continued to live unchained, free, and rulers of their own society. Velena showed me a wonderful planet high in technology, where all doors were the right size and not a single chair! A world where Velocra were both laborers and presidents. Free from discrimination and free to choose their destinies! The images stopped, and I gasped.

This planet is what the Galactic Federation is searching for, for their technology!

Velena nodded and explained, “there are facilities like this one all across the galaxy. Remnants from our civilization and accessible to you and all Velocra.”

“Now, you are destroying them.”

“No, only removing the information that can lead to our homeworld. You can come with me,” Velena said.

I wanted to, and we both tilted our heads as we caught a scent. Velena’s suit morphed to encase her entire body into a battle suit, and a shimmering blade appeared on her tail. The scent was my squad. Despite the wonders I saw, my place was with my unit. My family, but I needed to show the Velocra in my community that more is possible for them. I didn’t need to say that to Velena. She was psionic. Her suit parted to reveal her face and hand as she gently stroked my cheek. And then she was gone.

“Holy shit! It’s Sam!” Jimmy exclaimed.

The dark-haired soldier rushed over to me and removed his helmet. He embraced me.

“We thought we lost you, little buddy!” Rickard nearly shouted as he grabbed me in a huge hug.

“What the fuck? Put me down, you big oaf!” I cursed the big man but only received a giant grin in response.

Flute came next and whistled. “You responsible for all of these explosions? Nice work!” She said in her high-pitched voice and gave me a pat with her slender hand.

Diaz had connected his medical scanner to a workable port on my suit. “Everyone, be easy on him. His body is in bad shape. Sam, good to see you, but stop moving around,” he ordered.

“Good work with taking out the Veratax. This brute was giving us problems,” Grimes said as she stood over the large carcass.

Tool was standing by the panel and studying the wiring. “Hmm, I find it interesting that circuits are the same across alien civilizations. Kind of like mathematics,” he said.

I felt Johnson squeeze my shoulder, and I just tapped his hand. That was all that was communicated. What a weirdo!

“Alright, enough of the love fest, everyone. Let’s get off this rock!” Grimes barked.

I nodded and grinned. This was my family.

The End