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ASTRA EPSILON
BOOK 1: ASCENSION
BRAYDEN DODGE
ARCH STAR PUBLISHING
Copyright © 2021 by Brayden Dodge
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical
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from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
For my wonderful wife
without whose patience and support this would just be an idea
CONTENTS
Prologue
1. The Algorithm
2. Syzygy - Fade
3. Arcana - An Unacceptable Beginning
4. Echo - The Forest of Needles
5. Galek - Making an Entrance
6. Orion - The Stradivarius
7. Syzygy - Respawn
8. Galek - Introductions
9. Echo - Lima Syndrome
10. Arcana - Midnight Interruption
11. Orion - A Very Long Flight
12. Syzygy - The Captive Belonging Evaluation Center
13. Arcana - Realms of Magic
14. Echo - The Story of the Soulforged
15. Galek - Gnoll Entertainment
16. Orion - Echelon Web
17. Syzygy - Smoke Shift
18. Galek - A Surprise Visitor
19. Orion - Totem Guardian
20. Arcana - A Promise
21. Echo - Leaving the Forest
22. Syzygy - Time is Short
23. Arcana - Glimpse
24. Echo - Who Needs a Plan?
25. Galek - Avenger of the Fallen
26. Orion - Reunion
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to Ascend sooner, sir?” Andreas
Musk’s assistant asked, wringing his hands. “I’m sure no one would
fault you. Almost everyone else that worked on the project is already
in Astra Epsilon.”
“Only after everyone else has Ascended, Patrick,” Musk replied. “I
won’t leave anyone behind.”
“But sir—” his assistant began for the thousandth time.
“I’ve made my decision, Patrick. You are welcome to Ascend
whenever you wish, but know that I will be part of the very last
group,” Musk replied firmly.
Patrick opened his mouth again, likely to argue the point once
more, but thankfully one of the technicians interrupted.
“Another group flagged,” the tech said, bringing up the video
feed on his computer.
“Where?” Andreas Musk asked, turning away from Patrick and
the feeds showing the various Ascension Ports across the world.
“San Francisco, California. Ascension Chamber Five,” the tech
reported.
“Fitting,” Musk chuckled. He stared at the screen before him. Five
people were stepping into their pods. They were young. Musk
estimated all of them were in their twenties or early thirties. As their
attendant began explaining the rules once more, one of the men
flashed another a thumbs up.
“Which package did they win?” Musk asked.
“The Stradivarius, sir,” the tech replied.
“Interesting,” Musk mused. “Can they handle it?”
“Looks like it,” the tech replied, pulling up the questionnaires for
each of the five. Andreas skimmed them as the tech continued
speaking.
“Solid team mix. Some good build ideas,” the tech said. “Good
gaming background on all of them too.”
“Excellent,” Musk nodded. “Set it up.”
“Are we sure the algorithm is correct, sir?” the tech asked.
Andreas Musk fixed him with a stare. He had designed this particular
algorithm himself. The tech wilted.
“I just mean that this will be the third package we’ve given, and
we’re only halfway through our expected Ascension numbers. The
odds are one in several trillion that a team would win just one of
these packages. That we’re already seeing a third winner seems
almost statistically impossible.”
“The algorithm is correct,” Musk replied. “Clearly fate is intent on
having one last say before we escape her clutches forever.”
“Yes, sir,” the tech said, nodding hesitantly. He turned back to his
keyboard, setting up the package as instructed.
Andreas Musk watched the five team members don their Fleet
Goggles. He felt Patrick step up beside him and begin wringing his
hands once more. Luckily his assistant said nothing, content to
watch the group Ascend.
On screen, small lights danced across the fronts of the Fleet
Goggles. After a few moments each of the bodies went limp. The
Goggles were retracted, and the backs of the pods opened, dropping
the now-useless bodies into the pits below.
“Good luck, Astras,” Musk whispered.
2 / SYZYGY - FADE
And then he awoke, for real this time. He could feel that he had a
body, and feel the dirt beneath him. His hands were pressed against
the soft soil. He inhaled.
And immediately gagged.
The soil smelled awful, as if someone or something with horrid
breath had chewed it up, swallowed it, shit it out, chewed it again,
and finally vomited it onto the ground. He sat up, fighting the urge
to empty whatever was in his stomach, holding a hand over his nose
and hoping to block out the smell. It didn’t work. He took in his
surroundings, trying to distract his brain from the signals emanating
from his nose. That did work. His hand slowly lowered as his jaw
dropped.
The surroundings weren’t what he’d expected, but they were
definitely alien. He stood in a clearing, hemmed in on all sides by
underbrush with teal-blue leaves. From the brush extended thin
trees, no wider than a telephone pole. The trunks looked like they
were made of smaller, intertwined branches or vines, and seemed to
glow with a soft, purplish-white light. They stretched high above,
leading into a thin canopy of leaves the same color of the
underbrush. Through the canopy he could occasionally catch sight of
the rays from a sickly white sun. Only a few branches protruded
from each tree, and all of them struggled to support the weight of
vibrant purple fruits the size and texture of a durian.
Syzygy stood, still staring in wonder. But something was wrong.
He couldn’t quite place it. The underbrush loomed over him. From a
seated position he wouldn’t have guessed it was so tall. It was
almost like his vantage hadn’t risen as high as it should have when
he’d stood.
Syzygy looked down out of instinct… and realized how short he
was.
“What the fuck is this about?” he demanded, patting himself up
and down to make sure what he was seeing was real. He was short!
Like, super short! He looked at the surrounding underbrush, then
down at himself again. This was bullshit. He probably only stood a
little over a meter tall. Not even Tom Cruise had it this bad!
Just then he remembered his Character Screen. Thinking about it
was apparently enough to summon it, because the screen filled his
vision once more.
“Eclipse gnome,” Syzygy read, cocking his head to one side. He
felt something tickle the end of his ear and reached up to swat it
away absently. “What the hell?” he exclaimed when his hand
bumped against his ear. It was massive, at least ten centimeters
long, protruding from his head and ending in a sharp point. Nothing
had brushed his ear—it had touched his own shoulder. He was short
and had big, pointy ears.
“Great,” Syzygy mumbled. “Definitely a gnome. Fuck this.” The
screen vanished, only to be replaced by three others as he tried to
assess what he was wearing.
“This is garbage,” Syzygy said, inspecting the equipment more
closely. The shoes pretty clearly weighed his feet down, but at least
they were warm—until they leaked. The jumpsuit wasn’t much
better. He wouldn’t have needed the description to know it was
flimsy. It felt super cheap. It was also a really bright shade of blue,
with a silver “A” stitched into the fabric right over his heart.
“At least it’s not scarlet,” he muttered, moving on to the blaster.
It felt kinda warm to the touch already, and looked even cheaper
than the jumpsuit. He held it at arm’s length, as if it would explode
at any moment, trying to inspect it from as far away as possible.
“Liability” was a good descriptor. He holstered the weapon gingerly.
After latching it in place, he allowed himself a sigh of relief, and then
frowned. Now what?
Despite the millions of follow-up questions swirling in his head,
Syzygy knew the answer to that one immediately. His brother. He
had to find his brother before he got too deep into this new
universe. Thinking about it, he remembered he also needed to find
the rest of the team they’d Ascended with. The second he thought
that, another screen popped into his view.
Syzygy read the prompt, grateful for his luck. This would be very
helpful. He redoubled his efforts to do absolutely nothing. Losing
Fade by trying to peek around his barrel would definitely get him
killed. He could still hear the creatures at the entrance to the hall,
talking in clipped barks and growls. A howl sounded in the distance,
and he heard them shuffling away.
Right as Syzygy was about to let out a relieved sigh, a series of
beeps sounded from the front of the hallway, and then a scraping
noise. An ominous thud shook the floor, and then it became eerily
quiet. Syzygy hadn’t realized there had been ambient sounds until
they were gone. No vents blew air. No distant machines whirred.
Nothing. It was just silent.
He finally chanced a look around the barrel, keeping Stealth but
noticing a subtle ripple of light across his form that probably
indicated Fade was gone. What he saw made him forget the loss
instantly. A large, metal slab had replaced the entrance to the
hallway he’d hidden in.
Still staying crouched, Syzygy crept forward. The transparent
indication eye remained closed. That probably meant he was still
hidden, but that wasn’t much of an accomplishment when there was
a giant metal door between him and any potential enemies. He
reached the door, looking around for some escape or some way to
move it. There were no gaps around the edges, and he didn’t see
any panels to enter commands. He tried to analyze the situation
logically, checking everything he could think of, but after a minute of
fruitless searching he pushed against it with all his might, grunting in
frustration.
Unsurprisingly, the giant metal door didn’t yield to his 10 points
of Strength.
“Fuck you!” Syzygy shouted at the door. “Let me out!”
The door didn’t respond.
Syzygy turned back toward the pile of garbage taking up the rest
of the hall, trying to see anything that might be immediately useful.
“Well,” he said. “I’m going to have to science the shit out of th—”
A rumble shook the ground, cutting him off.
“What the—” Syzygy started to say. A seam down the center of
the room hissed, and suddenly the two halves of the floor began to
swing downward, dropping the contents of the room and him along
with it.
“Shiiiiiiiiiiit!”
He landed with a painful crunch. He could see the light above,
only about five meters up the wall. Despite how much farther the fall
could’ve been, it had still hurt like hell.
Along the bottom of his vision, next to the green maybe-stamina
square, was a red heart. It had shown 10 a few seconds previously,
but now showed only 8. Syzygy winced as he sat up, starting at the
number. How had he lost two whole hitpoints?
In answer, a prompt popped into his vision:
First, there was darkness. Then there were stars. She hovered in the
void as the lights appeared. The view was probably meant to
impress, but she only felt impatience. She was ready to begin.
“Welcome to Astra Epsilon,” came a disembodied voice. It had a
familiar ring to it, but she ignored the sensation. Puzzling out who it
had belonged to would take more effort than it was worth.
“This is the universe of Astra Epsilon. It is vast, and ever
changing. There is much to explore, and I wish you luck, Arcana
Ky’el.”
“Arcana Ky’el?” she challenged. As soon as she heard it she knew
it was her name, though she didn’t remember selecting that for
herself. “I don’t get to choose my own name?”
“In your old life, did you choose your name at birth?” the
disembodied voice asked.
“Obviously not,” Arcana replied.
“Yet you grew to identify with it more strongly than any other
facet of your identity, correct?” the voice asked.
“I wanted to pick my name,” Arcana informed the disembodied
voice, straightening her back with an instinctive, imperious air. At
least she thought she’d straightened. Without a body she had no
idea if she’d been successful.
“What name would you select for yourself?” the voice asked
Arcana thought back, trying to recall what name she had
meticulously crafted, but she couldn’t remember. To that end, she
couldn’t remember her Earth name, either.
“I… I don’t know,” she admitted, panicking slightly. Her mind had
always been her greatest asset, and now it was failing her. She
struggled to remember any piece of her old identity. It was slipping
away from her like a long-forgotten dream.
“You need not panic, Arcana,” the disembodied voice soothed.
“Nothing is wrong with your mind. It is only the Gift. The first part is
a slight modification to your memory. You will forget your old
identity, and the identities of everyone you knew. You will still
remember people, though not by name or face. After all, those
details no longer matter.”
The disembodied voice seemed to place special emphasis on the
last sentence. Arcana remembered snapping at some boy for that
exact same fact only five minutes prior. Or maybe it had been five
years? Time felt weird in this strange stasis.
“The second part of the Gift is an alteration to your perception,”
the voice continued. “This is your universe now, and you will feel
and act as such. While NPCs are constructs of the game, you will
live, work, laugh, cry, and bleed alongside them. You will perceive
them as the real, vibrant, living persons that they are, rather than
constructs of a game engine, because they are a part of your life
now, likely forever.”
Identities didn’t matter anymore, and she’d have to acknowledge
NPCs as people. Both acceptable terms. She could make that work.
She could make the name Arcana work, too. The disembodied voice
lecturing her, on the other hand, was starting to wear on her nerves.
“Can I begin yet?” Arcana asked, instilling the question with all of
her impatience.
In answer, a screen filled her view:
“Worthless Scrub?” Arcana demanded, but the disembodied voice
ignored the complaint.
“Go forth now, Arcana. Your team awaits you,” the voice said.
Suddenly she was plummeting downward, as if a chair had been
ripped from under her and gravity had quadrupled. Faster and faster
she fell, points of light shooting by in a dizzying blur. One star was
rushing toward her, growing brighter and brighter, until suddenly all
that remained was the light of that star.
Kuului siltä kuin ovi olisi avautunut ja sulkeutunut jossain. Sitte hän
erotti ääniä ja askelia, — jossain etäällä.
Äänet olivat nyt niin lähellä, että hän kuuli sanoja. Silloin hänelle
selveni, että lähestyvät puhuivat saksaa. Hän oli siis vanki,
sotavanki. Ja tämä pimeys oli saksalaisten pirullisia vehkeitä!
— Te olette sokea.
Hän vaipui voihkien takaisin vuoteelle. Tuska, jota hän tunsi, oli
liian raju hänen vielä heikoille voimilleen.
Kun hän vain pääsisi kotiin! Varmaan lääkärit siellä voisivat auttaa
häntä! Täällä häntä kaiken lisäksi, — ja vielä enemmän kuin mikään
muu — kiusaa se, että hän on kokonaan riippuvainen vihollisistaan.
Hän on nutistettu heidän käsiinsä niinkuin avuton, kokoon käpertynyt
koira, jonka selkään satelee raipaniskuja.
Niin, niin, mitäpä hän siitä silloin, mutta nyt hän tunsi omassa
ruumiissaan mitä merkitsi olla kidutuspenkillä. Maata, näin sokeana,
raajarikkona, — vihollisistaan riippuvana!
Hänen täytyi taas ajatella Dunjaa. Jos Dunja eläisi, tuntuisi moni
asia toisenlaiselta. Mutta vaikka Feodor niin hyvin tunsi naiset, ja
vaikka hän niin tarkalleen oli osannut valita itselleen erinomaisen, oli
hän sittekin tehnyt laskuvirheen. Hän ei tietänyt, että tuollainen hyvä,
erinomainen vaimo voi murtua. Ja Dunja murtui.
Kun sota syttyi, olivat heidän välinsä kireät. Feodor astui vaimonsa
huoneeseen ilmoittaakseen hänelle aseisiinastumis-käskystä. Vera
seisoi silloin suuren seinäpeilin edessä koettelemassa uutta,
loppukesää varten ostettavaa hattua. Pitkin huonetta oli
muotiliikkeestä koeteltaviksi lähetettyjä hattuja. Vera otti niistä toisen
toisensa jälkeen, pani päähänsä ja koetteli.
Tämäkin muisto raivostutti häntä nyt. Vera oli voittanut. Hän oli
vapaa, vapaa tekemään mitä ikinä halutti. Hän tietysti maksoi
tuonkin illan. Ja sisimmässään hän ilkkui miestä, joka makasi
sokeana, raajarikkona sotavankina.
Jos hän olisi ollut kotona, olisi hän tiedustellut. Siellä olisi hän
voinut seurata päivien kulkua aivan toisella tavalla kuin täällä. Mutta
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kiire. Koko sairassali tuntui olevan täynnä kiireen touhua. Hän
ymmärsi sen oven avauksista, askelista ja ihmisten tavasta puhua.
Hän ei tahtonut armopaloja näiltä ihmisiltä.
Ikkunasta lehahtavat tuulet panivat Feodorin tästäpuoleen aina
ajattelemaan äitiä. Tuntui viihdyttävältä selailla kaikkien varhaisimpia
lapsuuden muistoja. Niissä oli kaikesta huolimatta jotain hyvää ja
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