Nova Sol - Rebellion (Being Translated)

A suffocated Rebellion

- S'lene! S'lene! Were you able to contact the target?

- Not yet Dagi. The device didn't receive enough power to make a stable connection. For the moment I can only communicate through dreaming and with messages that are registered un he subconciousness of the subject, after Delta waves set in...

- You know this is our last chance. We're surrounded and if we can't achieve a change soon, they will suffocate us rather quickly.

- Don't you worry Dagi... We've been in worse situations before, we will make out of this alive...

- I hope, for the wellbeing of our people that you're right, S'lene.

S'lene Ho-raz was a direct descendant of the first "awakened". Her great grandfather had staarted the rebellion a long time ago, and little by little they were increasing their numbers. S'lene lived in an abandoned military complex within the jungle in the outskirts of Dhenet city, from where they handled their operations of their local agents. They received orders from their general from a psychic communications system developed from the Larian communications network. Dagi Kqael was the captain of her squad, and his job was to protect S'lene no matter what. She was the answer to the need of external agents to eliminate the Larian oppresion. Without her, the plan created many cycles ago would fail miserably.

Dagi guided S'lene to the operations room, and she observed the environment around her. High tech equipment allowed quantic communications through stellar distances in a fraction of a second, with an almost instant feedback. That was the equipment being used to try to communicate with whomever had been able to investigate the sent probe, and give him instructions needed to open the portal that would bring them to Anora. What she couldn't mention to the contacted person, was that the trip was only one way, at least until they were able to free Anora from Larians.

- Quantic communications standing by. Communications room readu. S'lene, will you go again?

- I guess, we have to try and stabilize the communication, but with the small amount of energy the probe has received, it is almost impossible to stabilize it.

- Ok, room temperature in the optimal range. Psychic-Quantic processor ready. Communication amplifier in correct position and direction.

- Let me try this again...

S'lene sat down again on the quantum chair. She focused her mind, pinpointing the communication with the subject. She would have to send a more robust message if she wanted it to be effective. Quantum communications had only been possible thanks to the probe her ancestors had sent, creating the linked quantum communication. She closed her eyes, accessed her psychic abilities and sent the signal...

- If you're listening to this... It is not a dream... We need your help. You must activate the probe. Come, and let us to be free...

The signal would not be instantaneous, but it would arrive rather quickly to the subconscious mind of the subject that activated the probe for the first time.

- S'lene... No answers yet?

- Dagi, you know better than me that we will not have an aswer until the portal opens up. It is not easy for them to communicate through psychic messages. Just keep an eye in the energy levels oof the probe, to see if it receives more energy. We must be ready to go to the opening point the moment if becomes online.

- Sure, S'lene. You can go and rest now... we still have plenty of work to do.

The rebellion's situation was as follows: THey had been able to increase their numbers in the last 30 years, but every time they got close to the planet's capital city to get rid of the Larian collective that was oppressing the plaet, they were incapacitated by a powerful psychic wave, and later on they were reinserted with a mind wipe, or eliminated. The rebellion had tried five times to eliminate the central tower that kept the planet under Larian control, but they were not even remotely successful in each attempt. The current plan had been proposed by S'lene's father, taking into consideration the monitoring probes that were sent to collect data on habitable planets of the ProtoLarian Empire. One of those probes had arrived to Earth many years ago, and the discovery, that was uncharted by the Larians, since they considered Earth to be a "primitive" planet for their standards, captured the attention of the rebellion. This had been because according to the probe's collected data, Earthlings didn't have a psychic communication system like Anorians or Larians, so they could be the answer the rebels were looking for. Since their psychic ability was not developed, they might be capable of destroying the tower that controlled Anora without being affected by the psychic wave. The only problem was that the probe would need to be activated to send datas both ways, and so, Anorians could only speculate when would that happen.

Another thing that really caught Raishe's attention, S'lene's father, was the fact that Earth apparently had not received any visits from any other Space faring race, at least not openly. This would present itself like a rich planet, with a history of its own almost untouched by stellar empires, and hence, an object to study. It would seem, since the Ancients had modified primates in Earth, they considered the experiment a "failure" and so, they left the planet to its own destiny. At least that's what Raishe thought, and that would present an unique opportunity for the "awakened" and the rebellion.

According to Larian history, millions of years ago, Ancients visited many planets, taking from each one of them a humanoid race, and modified their genome to create intelligent beings. Among these planets, Anora was a very special case, since they found the first primate race in the universe with the ability to accept the genetic modification of psychic communications. They studied their genome, and isolated the recessive gene that allowed the psychic modification. It was then that in Laria, the first psychic collectives were born, after millions of years of evolution. Larians were able to conquer their neighboring planets and systems one by one, inserting their psychic collective and making the importance of the "hive" above the personal importance. One by one, individualist humanoids were slowly but steadily replaced by collective jobs, something similar to a beehive. The psychic collectives were in charge of creating and inserting tranquility and peaceful thoughts in the individual minds, controlling populations with this, creating a utopian empire, but a fake one at that, since there were no individual liberties.

S'lene went out, and looked up to the starry sky. Somewhere among those stars, on the other side of the galaxy, was the humanoid that would be the door to the salvation of Anora, and that gave her mixed feelings. "You have to listen... Please, you have to be able to open the portal..." she thought to herself. Her prayers were gone into the stars...

"If you're listening to this... it is not a dream... We need your help. You must activate the probe... Come, and let us be free..."

David woe up in a puddle of cold sweat. He was still on the plane, and the trip was gooing smoothly halfway to destination. He got up from his seat and went to the restroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. His face did not look good, with a visible tiredness. He looked once more into the mirror and retraced his steps.

- Let's see... I was sitting there, checking the data. Then I ordered a sandwich and a mineral water... And then? When did I fall asleep? I was checking the tablet and then... nothing. Black. And then the voice... The same voice that has been talking to me from some time now... Probe? What probe?

David was looking everywhere, trying to make mental drawings of what had happened. He was not used to take naps, so the message seemed even moore real, like someone's trying to force him to sleep to hear those words. He came oout of the restroom and sat down again. He took his tablet, still sweating a bit, and made a quick search with the word "probe". "No results". He was even more mesmerized and decided not to continue with that train of thought, though he wrote a sticky note the phrase he heard in his "dream". There were still some hours left and many things to solve. He went back to the drawing board of the tablet and opened a new file. He wrote the word "probe" in the center. Then he related it to the voice talking to him in his dreams. A "woman". Then he wrote down since when he had been having these dreams. He calculated approximately 12 months, being more and more frequent in the last 8 weeks. He wrote the words "Help" and "Free" one each next to "Woman" and connected them. He still had no idea what he had to do, but at least that drawing helped him to clarify a little more the situation. He tried to remember what projects he had been working on a year ago, but the problem was that he had participated in so many projects at the same time, that he couldn't pinpoint only one. His head wouldn't stop working, and he was trying to makke connections between his dreams and his current situation. He got online, and entered into the company's server. He searched all the files of projects between 11 and 18 months old. Checking all of them would take a while...