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The Chronicles of Two Dimensions

Book Two - "The Second Attack"
By: J.J. (jjblue10@hotmail.com)


One

15 years after the first war...

The time was arrived. The time in which he could have his revenge. A revenge that made itself always more urgent with the conditions of the planet they were on getting worst. The weather was starting to become unstable. And the resources were becoming few. This time they couldn't attack only to destroy. They had to attack for having. For having a new world. He didn't like the thought. He didn't want to have New Frontier. He wanted it destroyed. For what it did to him. But maybe, to turn his inhabitants into slaves and to private them of all they had, to kill them slowly and to torture them could be fun. Fun. For 15 years he forgot the meaning of that word. Fun. All had been so gloomily boring! He hated it. From the window of his apartment he was observing his fleets, his soldiers, his Operative Units. Wonderful! All seemed ready. And from what was reported by his spies the technological progresses on New Frontier were still few. Their fleets were still small, week and poorly armed. Their planets still divided by pride and incomprehension. None of those things was making trouble to his people. The Outriders. That was how those primitives called them. Oh yes. Let's the humans to believe they came from another dimension and not just from another galaxy too far from them for to figure it out. Oh yes, let's the humans believe they were invincible beings who couldn't be killed but if they're hit they came back to their mysterious dimension. Let's the humans to fear them as the monsters of a fairy tale. There was no need they knew that they simply did jumps in the hyperspace, there was no need they knew each soldier, each spaceship had an automatic jump system installed in it, which actions itself every time it received a serious damage so that nothing and no one felt alive or operative in their hands. Let's they increase their own nightmares. As all the enemies they fought, in their opinion they were only monsters. Let's them believe it to be true. After all the truth wasn't that different. And their human fears and superstitions would work to their advantage. Yes, tomorrow in the dawn their spaceships would fill their sky again. This time they could not attack heavily, they should make themselves happy to occupy the ground only. To stole their cargos, their miners, their factories. All they had which was useful. From destructors of the space they had been converted in thieves of the space. It wasn't a big change. But it would be more advantageous. A pity his army lost his best Commanders 15 years ago. Their actual substitutes, in Nemesis' opinion, were boring. Fearful. Unable to make something by themselves. But this should be easy enough for them too. After all, the last time the humans, that's how those pathetic creatures called themselves, won only out of sheer luck. This time they wouldn't have it. A pity for Nemesis who, this time, couldn't see the battle in the first line. The transfer of the Nth Degree on his new main spaceship-planet like which they would use for their definitive transfer couldn't be supervised by those unable of his officers. He, as usual, had to take care of all by himself. And all this was so boring! But it would be worth. He would do all for having his revenge! His revenge...


Two

15 years after the first war...

The atmosphere was serene. New Frontier was continuing advancing. Slowly. But it was continuing. And the space travels were becoming faster. And more common. Now pleasure cruises in the space were done. And at one of those should take part a couple who was celebrating his 20th year of marriage. They were well off and they had a big land on which they built a good ranch. The best one of the zone. But the couple was still hesitating to go. As it happens to many parents they were worried at the thought to leave their only son, a 18 years old boy perfectly able to take care of himself with a marked sense of adventure and a great aim (second place at a competition), who answered to the name of Colt and was wishing to have a rodeo life, all alone in a ranch which boasted the biggest number of cowboys living in the inside not mentioning a trusted family friend Tin Dooley volunteered to come and check "the baby". At a restaurant table, few time before the departure, it was emerged again another of those never ending discussions. In the end, the two consorts gave up to the determination of their heir and admitted they were proud of him. And they truly were even if they were still worried. They admired his determination and his courage and they knew behind a joking, playing attitude there was a serious, honest boy. It was just they didn't want to let him so soon. At their return he wouldn't be at home to wait them. He would be already gone toward his new life. They would like to give up on that travel to spend the last days with him but Colt opposed to it. His official motivation was they deserved by long time a holiday. The true reason was he was thinking in that way it would be easier to separate. For all. Even if he didn't want to admit it he thought a lot on that decision and he wasn't enough confident in himself for not having doubts. If he would stay too long with his parents he knew he would not be able to leave them. But he wanted to built something which was his, something to be proud of, not simply to be his father's heir. As all the 18 years old boys he was aiming to the independence. He kept company to his family till the bridge of shipment and greeted them for long time waving bye-bye. He stayed there to watch while the spaceship was leaving the ground and then was rising, high, higher, out of his sign... He would miss them. He was about to go away when a light shined in the sky. A lighting bolt? But the sky was serene... A doubt came to him. He searched for someone who could put him in contact with his parents' spaceship. But he discovered it wasn't possible. That it would never be possible to talk with them. The spaceship, which was taking away his parents, his family, exploded in that shining bolt. He would never see his parents again. Their spaceship had been destroyed. The aliens from the other dimension were back. They restarted their attacks. And the names of his parents now were among their first victims... It was only late in the night Colt managed to return home and to show himself to Tim with a request that would allow him to realize a new different goal. He should train him. He should convert him in the best sharpshooter of the whole New Frontier so he would be able to become a bounty hunter. And to hunt the Outriders. And to take his revenge over them for destroying all his family...


Three

15 years after the first war...

The results had been very good. The report Nemesis received was fully satisfying. As Nemesis said, it was a job so easy; his own soldiers too could take care of it. His soldiers who now were partying, persuaded their had been a demonstration of high ability instead that an inevitable success. Stupid. But useful. He hated the fact they were enjoying themselves while he was there working. He hated to have to work so much, without pause! It bored him to dead. And the troubles on his planet were increasing. The energy was ending! Where could it be gone Nemesis wondered without even thinking the hypothesis his constant battles helped in wasting it. Obviously it should be the fault of some scientist who didn't do well his job. But unluckily he didn't manage to find him. Patience. His plans were going on and the scientists were useful. He needed them. He had to be fast into transferring on the planet-spaceship the Nth Degree before it would remain without energy. He should be fast in ending to build the planet-spaceship. And he should find a way for eliminating the population in excess who was consuming energy but wasn't fighting. Unluckily he couldn't get rid of them, all of sudden. An unhappy soldier because his family had been sacrificed for the well being of his planet is a thing; the whole army unhappy is another. So he had to find a solution for them. A place where to put them so they couldn't bother him or make damage, a place in which their consume of food and energy would be reduced. The food too was starting to be few. Not that this matter to Nemesis. But he knew if his soldiers were without food they would not be good in battle and they would be disposed to rebel. Their loyalty, considered singularly, was proved and they were used to a hard life but they had some limits. Nemesis didn't know what they could do if the unhappiness would diffuse among them. A revolution maybe would be funny but it would cause him to loose his time. He didn't have time anymore. The energy stolen to the humans in the attack and arrived to them wasn't enough. He wanted more. Much more. Always much more. His soldiers should do better than so. In the meantime his mind returned back to the trouble of his people. He should put his scientists on work over this too. He prepared himself to not expect too much from them. After all, as many soldiers, he didn't trust in the science but only in the power of the arms. Oh, sure, science saved his life but... he couldn't say if this was a good thing or not. His look now really scared the enemies but... his old self was another thing. His old self was fashionable. His old self gained for himself time ago the nickname of "Dark Angel of the Death". And he had laughed over this. His old self. He felt like an old man who complains over his lost youth. His old self would never return. He got destroyed in that battle. And the consolation no one would be able to take his place and soon he would have revenge for his dead wasn't enough.


Four

15 years after the first war...

The news of the attack arrived soon in the office of the Commander Eagle. And even if all they had started to work hard, when the new of the second attack arrived, nothing was ready yet. The second attack. In the second attack his wife died. They attacked during April's tennis tournament. His daughter was one of the few survivors. And now she was returned from that tournament with the firm intention to return to be a member of the military. She wanted revenge for her mother. After all April inherited her fighting temperament and she was very bonded to her. Obviously his daughter had already been in Academy. Alamo Academy under General WhiteHawk. The best one. And she had a very good valuation, becoming an expert in self-defence able in the control of the communications and a very good scientist. But when April preferred the tennis career... his wife and he felt relief. They thought her more protect, safer. And now his wife was dead. And he risked loosing his April as well. Damned Outriders! Why did they come to destroy his world? He contacted WhiteHawk for knowing how many young forces they had. The only one person WhiteHawk was able to signal to him was a young cadet very gifted from Scotland and master in sword fights who actually was making to notice himself for his work with the Secret Services as well. His name was Saber Rider. Eagle already knew him by name. He would make a request of transfer for him. He needed able people around himself in that moment. An officer entered telling him about another Outrider attack. And they weren't able to do a thing. Their troops weren't enough powerful, enough fast and their final defence arm wasn't ready yet. It was needing only little time but it was still too much. And in the meantime they still had to defence New Frontier, the people who lived in it, the convoys, the cities... And they had no idea about how to do it. The defences they installed on place or in the nearness revealed themselves not apt, not enough. After a short fight, the Outriders usually ended with destroying them totally. The reinforcement sent, usually arrived too later, when the Outriders already destroyed all and took what they wanted. Eagle was feeling powerless. And those failures weren't helping the opinion the people had of the Cavalry Command. And how to say them they were wrong? They weren't able to help them; they weren't able to protect them. They were right not trusting in them. And in the meantime the number of the deaths increased. He had to do something. But what? All the resources they had were being used for the realization of their secret project, which wasn't ready yet. And April wanted to fight. Among all his worries this seemed to be the biggest one. His daughter. His only daughter. He didn't want to loose her. He couldn't loose her. He was terrorized by the thought. But he knew he couldn't stop her. There was no way to stop her when she chose something. It was something he had admired in his wife. It was something he admired in his daughter. They had to conclude their secret project. For April too. April. April was a scientist like him. Maybe she could help. Maybe...


Five

15 years after the first war...

Another victory. Nemesis listen the news impassible, not understanding the enthusiasm the soldier who gave him the news was showing. It was obvious they were winning. Those pathetic creatures never had hopes. But he knew from his spies whose worthless being were trying to do something new. Not that this could be a real problem but... Nemesis didn't like that those pathetic beings didn't give up to their inevitable defeat. Stupid and stubborn! What were they thinking to do? Oh, if he wouldn't need their planet and their resources and he could destroy completely everything as in the old good times. But he couldn't. The humans were trying to oppose to him. And he couldn't erase their planet in one single blow. The humans who... Lets them fight, he chose. If they wanted to try, lets them try. He would find a way to discover what it was the project they were getting their pathetic hopes in, would let them delude themselves they could have an hope and then... he would destroy it. Completely. As they destroyed his past life. This thought could be good. Vanquo... He would use him and his men. Those members of a sub-race of his own race, hybrid with horrible empty eyes. He never liked them. There was a time of his life in which he persecutes them with pleasure. Now only few of them were survived. And only because they proved themselves useful. Their empty eyes were the symbol of the mental control they went under for assuring their loyalty. They were horribly peaceful in the past. Unluckily the mental control made them even more stupid than what they really were but... Nemesis didn't feel very in fault for this. His three mutant bodyguards too went under a similar procedure. Now they were cold and lethal. Vanquo and his team became loyal as well. A shock maybe would reverse them back to their old pacific nature but in this case too they were things that could be sacrificed. Genetically different by them even if they were captured and vivisected they weren't a danger. On the contrary they could be useful as spies. Their ability to confuse themselves between the people was great, they could manage to infiltrate themselves everywhere without troubles and their memory was very good as well. Yeah, they surely would discover something. Even if Nemesis always felt some repulsion in talking with beings like Vanquo now he didn't feel it anymore. After the incident he felt so few things! Something wasn't change, he still found Vanquo a complete idiot. A boring, coward idiot, He always came near him in a crawling, servile way and he suggested always idiotic plans which had no other function except to make confusion which Nemesis sometimes let him realize only to have the chance to get rid of him. Unluckily Vanquo managed always to return back alive. Maybe he should let him without the mechanism for the hyperspace jumping. Yeah, probably this would work. But for now he should wait. First Vanquo had to do a work for him. Then...


Six

15 years after the first war...

Saber Rider exited form General WhiteHawk's office. He was still thinking to all that was happened. The attacks of the Outriders. The deaths and the murders. The Cavalry Command unable to stop this. Then he had been called in WhiteHawk's office, the man who made him the expert soldier he was. The General told him "the new". He would be transferred. He would have an important work. Under Commander Eagle's orders. Against the Outriders. it would be dangerous. Maybe he wouldn't see his parents for a long while. But he could be of some help. Or at least he hoped so. He assured General WhiteHawk he would do his best. And later he realized he said it, not with the tone of an adult and mature man but with the tone of an enthusiastic boy. And he blushed quickly. WhiteHawk smiled to him and let him go. There was a worried light in his eyes. The General was used to say the cadets were like sons for him. It was natural he was worried for him. He was about to be sent in first line. It could happen this was the last time he saw him. He should phone to his parents. And to tell them the news. Tactfully. His mother was very apprehensive. He didn't want to scare her. Or to worry her. After thinking at least to a million of ways for telling her it and to give up on each of them he picked up the phone determinate to face the inevitable. His parents apparently took it very well. They congratulated with him for his new work. They seemed happy for him. Saber Rider felt surprise in the beginning. Then he felt relief. If his parents weren't worried for him, he was able to face that work without troubles. Obviously he didn't know what happened after, when the communication ended. He didn't know his mother started to cry desperately and his father tried unsuccessfully to console her. He didn't know they both thought they would never see him again. He didn't know the dark pain in which they were fallen. Quietly, he started to prepare himself. He would have an important work with many responsibilities, a lot more important than the ones he had now at the Secret Services. This time he would fight the Outriders. He had to contribute to stop their advancing. He would do all he could for stopping them. They had to stop them. He knew what the Outriders were doing. Considering his job, he knew it with a lot more details than the others. Too many details. Some of them he wished to not know. He couldn't allow the Outrider to attack again. To kill again. Their next target could be his home. His family. The people he loved. He didn't want to loose them. He didn't want to see them suffer. He wanted to protect them. The Cavalry Command had a secret project on which was working on. An extreme defence. They should manage to hold on till when they would be ready for using it. They should hold on. Showing tranquillity, he greeted his teammates who maybe he could never see again. In his mind all the worries the thing comported came back. They had to manage to do it...


Author's notes:
The whole book is based on the short intro done in the episode "1-Star Sheriff Round Up" and on what Colt tells in episode "48-Cease Fire (Part 5)" and on small mentions done during the series.


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