A view to a void



She took modern human form long before humanity evolved into its current design on the planet. Now she waited far from her home in time and space for the culmination of her labors to be realized. She covertly influenced events–it was not in her Trust to do so, but then she learned more than any of her masters. Guardians were the ones who impacted the history–the survival of a species–although fame and glory was nothing any of them strove for, they earned it just the same. Someone like her would not. Guardians were born to their task and were able to take the form of those they policed.

In the case of the human species, the Guardians were morphologically and biologically similar. Some believed the Guardians and the humans were derived from the same source. Others postulated that the Guardians were the progenitors of the human species. The humans made many species blue with envy. She knew the truth of it–the secret the Guardians kept–the motive behind giving the humans self-determination and chance after chance to cease their savagery and destructiveness. The same savagery the Guardians sought from her species–to do their dirty work. There were still those of her kind who would fight for dependence on the Guardians. She hated them and she worked tirelessly to avenge herself and her species. It would be soon now. Their precious humans would fail miserably and they would have no other recourse but to annihilate them. And she would be the one to do it.

Cybil Harangue, in a yacht she flew out of nearby Persephone, waited outside the Void for the FTL Cruiser, Homer, to appear bearing her friends in the theatrical group and ship’s crew who did not evacuate the Homer with the others fourteen months earlier. The Cruiser disappeared into Void Space, and due to the nature of this particular section of space, they had no communication with the outside. The navigation system aboard the ship would be rendered useless and would take something approximating Divine Intervention to show them the way out of the nothingness. But Cybil knew Avril would succeed where others had not. Her skills in navigation were exceptional, and she would have the benefit of the knowledge of the One who was on board the Homer–the Guardian.

The Universe is far more unpredictable than any have imagined, which isn’t saying much for the other life forms in the Universe–the majority of whom have far less imagination than humans. It is for this abundance of human imagination and creativity that the Guardians allowed humankind to exist on Gaia–Earth. However, the Guardians found humanity to be a roller coaster of brilliant achievements and deplorable conduct. The Guardians were rethinking their decision and the Guardian on board the Homer, had little time left to help humankind.

One nanosecond Cybil was looking at the border of the  Void–next the Homer appeared on her screen and a proximity alert in the key of H, shifted the yacht 12 degrees starboard, simultaneously hailing the huge cruiser. The two ships’ systems communicated and the yacht maneuvered itself to a waiting docking bay. When it was safely docked, Cybil stepped out to a wall of waiting Security Marines, in their blast armor that looked well-used, and with weapons at pointed at her. She demanded to see Captain Pujari.

Several minutes passed before anyone arrived in the heavily guarded Captain’s lounge, where Cybil sat at a huge table, drinking the cup of Pujari’s specially blended coffee, offered by one of the Marines.  She knew something was horribly wrong when Captain Pujari entered and did not tell the Marines to leave. Rita Pujari politely greeted Cybil from the other side of the table and stood waiting, she said, for the rest to arrive. “The rest”, thought Cybil, would not do. She had no idea who the Guardian was and she would have to guess or entrap the One into revealing him/herself.

Emil Douser, the production liturgist for the theatrical ensemble, “Words without Borders”, arrived next. The tall man walked around the table and hugged her. It was a long hug. To Cybil it was more than the long hello of a friend, but that of someone more. She decided then that Emil was the Guardian. It all fit rather nicely. He was intolerant of bad behavior. Yes, it had to be him. Then Blair Delaware  entered. Upon seeing Cybil, she ran to her and hugged her and with tears running down her cheeks. Cybil was genuinely happy to see Blair and they jabbered like school girls–Blair squealing with delight when Cybil told her she had brought them some delicacies.

Cybil looked towards the door just as Avril Metaxas  arrived, visibly out of breath after running full tilt to the Captain’s lounge. She too was delighted to see Cybil and more hugging ensued. Eventually, Captain Pujari called an end to the greetings and asked everyone to be seated. Still, the Marines remained. Cybil was feeling anxious and kept trying to focus but her nerves would not quiet. It was very unusual for her to be that way. Then she noticed she was the only one with a cup of coffee. She had two cups of the stuff. Why would they drug her? Cybil nearly panicked–a feeling she once had that time she was trapped in the automat on Earth–centuries ago in a time when humans were afraid of “little green men”.

It was Pujari who spoke first, coldly informing Cybil that they had reason to believe she had killed the five passengers, whose remains were strewn all over the Zero G Lounge, fourteen months earlier. Avril was accused of the murders and remained under house arrest until an investigation had been completed, exonerating her. Captain Pujari asked Cybil if she could defend herself–if she had an alibi at the time of the murders. Cybil offered Cosmo Soucier as her alibi, but Captain Pujari told her they knew Cosmo was dead–also murdered. Cybil was tongue-tied and her head was pounding.

She realized someone was missing. Where was the ensemble’s manager, Chester Dupont? He would never allow such an inquisition.  Cybil’s mood crashed when she learned that Chester died. They had trialled her in absentia, and found her guilty. Without warning, claws sprang from Cybil’s fingers and she easily jumped over the table. But she was slowed down by the drugged coffee and the Marines had her on the floor, with rifles at her head. She lay there screaming and struggling against the many restraining cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She would be picked up by the Guardians, to be trialled for crimes against humanity. They knew the murders on the ship and of Cosmo were not her only ones. The Marines took her to the brig–a cell that had been prepared just for her.

Emil finally spoke: “All right, people, you did a hell of a job. You were great. What did you think, Guardian?”

The Guardian known as Chester Dupont, had entered the room as soon as Cybil was carried off to the brig.

“I think, after spending these fourteen months as guests on the Lokasi homeworld, that you have learned a great deal–all of you. But humanity is not yet ready for relations with other species. The ban stays in place and humanity has been given another chance–conditionally, of course, Emil.”

“Hell, Chester, we’ll blow it.”

Inspiration Monday: The long hello
Brought to you by Be Kind Rewrite
Prompts: The long hello, Fight for dependence, The key of H, Trapped in the automat, Blue with envy
Word Count:  1000+

Thank you Stephanie Orges at Be Kind Rewrite for hosting Inspiration Monday for so very long. You are my Monday.


This story is the 3rd and final installment of a series about a space-traveling theatrical ensemble . For the first installment click on  “Somewhere near Tau Ceti”  and the 2nd click on “Somewhere near Void Space”

When I was a kid I wanted to be an "atomic" scientist. Not anything my mother expected of me. Well, I became a scientist, just not an atomic one.

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5 comments on “A view to a void
  1. Really interesting story, and though it might seem odd to go back to read the first two instalments after the last I was curious and like your writing style…but for some reason the links didn’t wok for me on this..am about to try to ink via the ‘recent posts’ sidebar of your blog, but thought I should let you know. 🙂

  2. Aha! Now we know the rest of the story. Cool way you introduced this new character, and then led into the existing story. I wasn’t sure how it connected at first!

    • Lucy says:

      Thanks. Yeah. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the story. At least it’s over with. The Guardians are in the asteroid prison story as well. Guess I’ll do a sequel to the last one. Lucy

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