ENTER DATZO Well, how would I start this... I'm a sci-fi fan boy. I specifically like Star Trek. Yes, I know, you might say that the series I'm still clinging to is, how shall we put it, 'in the riough'. But 'nuf of that. I still like the series. And to show my loyalty to the franchise, I'm going to do what other fans might call a blaspheme to the Star Trek Universe... But, wait a while (hey, this is not yet the part where i do an exposition on what my works are - I'm still introducing meself). I also like Babylon 5. I especially like the political intrigue meshed into the very grains of the series and in its epic nature. Well, I'm also into the things people here in this flat are into (need I say it? - whew, I'm qualified after all ;]). I love 'Please Save My Earth', 'Once Upon A Time', And part of (yes, you'll probably hate me for not finishing it or plead me to finish it) 'El Hazard'. As for series: 'Ranma' and 'Thunder Jet'. Ok, I'll explain why I like the latter. It is because of the war and political aspect of the latter series was I hooked ultimately to the series. Incidentally, I also like it because it is distinctly similar to a Chinese historical novel 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' which is also a pc strategy game which has developed my prowess in politics and strategy. Oh, by the way, I shall warn you. I have a 'warlord' syndrome which will permeate my works. Politics and strategies are my game. (I have a copy of Sun Tzu: The Art of War). Also, I'm a techno boy and will attempt to infuse new technologies to my series. Oh, by the way, I'm also into Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time Series. I like the series very much. Can't wait for the next installment... ENTER THE GATES... Ah, yes, we're in this part of my 'teaser'. First things first...Now, about that blaspheme I was talking about. I am about to chronicle the death of the Federation. Yes, you read it right: The destruction of the United federation of Planets. This time, all good things... Anyway, I have a rough sketch of thwe events that would transpire. The series is provisionally entitled "ENDGAME". The first book is provisionally entitled "ENDGAME: Turbulence", where the fun starts. The last book is going to be entitled "ENDGAME: Chaos" (OK, don't ask me for the titles of the middle parts or even HOW many books/parts are there going to be). I shall attempt to tie together the many strings of the Star Trek Universe. As an added teaser: Deep Space Nine is going to be the last bastion of the Federation and Voyager is going to make an appearance. As for the Enterprise, let's just say she'll live up to her predecessors' heritage. There's going to be a new ship, a battleship. (Don't worry, as far as I'm concerned, I'm quite up to date with the series) The next project I would undertake has an aninme flavor to qualify me work. It's my own series entitled: "S T E L L A R I S". It will feature some similarities with ST And B5. Nd of course, humor et al. Stellaris is by definition a fleet. Stellaron is the term for spacecrafts or starships (to hopefully start a trend and not to use the current designations). It's going to have an epic feel in the likes of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time. O, by the way, bloody conflicts and devious politics will be primary ingredients side by side with scientific approaches and humor. Unlike my first fiction, the books in this series is preesently untitled and I am now attempting to write the history of things to formally begin. It begins with the exposition os a divided Earth with space-faring capabilities and its transformation as it encounters an oppressed people warning them of a Great Enemy. Now that I've teased you... STELLARIS SERIES Book 1 (Temporarily Untitled - Datzo) P R O L O G U E Sacrifices Walking briskly towards the gangplank before her, midst the anxious faces that awaited her from the windows of the shuttle, she looked back at the figure she had left behind. Despite his stern warning on making this goodbye quick, she still glanced back and tried to consume every detail she could of her beloved brother. The pinkish glow that surrounded them both came from the third moon, De'ra. It made him glow awkwardly and cast reddish shades on his white dress uniform. His shoulder plates still glowed golden. She hated the thought. Blood... She can not handle the tears anymore. She trudged towards the shuttle, cloaked in darkness. Only those anxious faces seemed to weigh more than the sacrifice of his brother. Her heart pounded hard against her chest. She slowly stepped on the mettalic plank. It seemed to echo in the small clearing. The silence struck her. But someone broke it. "My love for you will extend even beyond the heavens. Pray, dear sister that the Light shall triumph in the end..." She looked back. Again. She will break. "But be not concerned for me. For us. We are but a few among many..." No. Stop. Please. "Your mission is as important as mine. Go. Warn." She thought of running back to his strong arms and sought comfort in his strong character. He was so dear to her. When their parents died, he was the one who cared for her. For her, she owed everything to him. Except that he had to be good in the martial skills. He also had to be good in strategies and the arts of war. He had to. For her, she had to be an exceptional ambassador, training for five years in the Likan when she was barely at the right age to look for a partner. They just had to be prominent in the Administrative. They just had to. The Light knew why they had to be painted that way... He lowered his hands and opened his palm. She couldn't go on. "No. GO!" So hard. So painful. But what must be done, must be. "My irkha, the window is narrowing to three lapses. We must hurry." A voice from the shuttle bellowed. "Love and..." it was an inappropriate thing to say, "...peace light your path, dear seij." She ran the two spans of it. The door shut closed behind her and the clicking of the vacuum seals forever severed her physical bond to him. She almost fell from the momentum but was saved by the guard by just being there. She rested her arms on his shoulders. Tears rolled. Settling down on her appointed chair, she wept. It was like a part of her self was being ripped from her. A part so dear. A part nothing else could replace. There was now that void that filled her. And in that void, a voice arose. What must be done must be. Stillness. Calm. That voice, soothing. The presence that she knew of him was being destroyed. Yet another presence of him was there. Though it did not replace the void. Midst the hopeful gazes of everyone around her as the shuttle lifted from the forest clearing and began piercing the thick, night clouds, dread filled her. She stared outside the window before the safety plates covered it as the craft prepared to Stride, then, she let out a cry and wept bitterly. What must be, must be. The heat from the home star burned fiercely. It was the middle of summer. But the heat was enough to drive any living creature of thirst. In what was his seemingly last gulp of water, he looked around him as hundreds of structures burned around him. What was once a part of the First City known as the Menar Bajim, a place where they enjoyed themselves with the arts. Now, its just a burning furnace ready to cook him and his company. A man of his age approached him.