We are always thrilled when Kayelle Allen drops by for a visit. Please help us welcome her back to the blog this week. Kayelle is here to share her latest Origin of Pietas: Bringer of Chaos, a Science Fiction and Space Opera series. Welcome, Kayelle! We are all excited to hear more about Origin of Pietas.
About Origin of Pietas: Bringer of Chaos:
The Ultras
As a slave race designed to serve without desiring freedom, the Ultras ensured mankind’s comfort. Until an Ultra scientist accidentally discovered how to free himself and others.
The birth of Pietas, the first-ever natural-born Ultra, shifted power in the Terran Crescent. Two thousand years later, mankind is the slave race. Ultras rule.
So when humans rebel, Pietas demands to know why should they be given a place on the Ultra Council? Humans die. Ultras are reborn, no matter how grievous the injury. Ultras have no equals.
What’s best for mortals is oppression, control, and if necessary, elimination. Pietas seethes with rage at the idea of human equality. Humans might have created Ultras, but the creation has far surpassed the creator.
Yet his people permit Pietas no choice. He must attend these insipid peace talks on Enderium Six and what’s worse, be polite. To humans.
Ghost Corps
The tide of power for humans changes with the creation of the Ghost Corps.
When a human special ops warrior is killed in battle, he’s resurrected in a secret process and inducted into the Corps, given enough strength to perma-kill immortal Ultras. Ghosts are the most hated and feared of warriors.
Peace? Or a trap…
When a ghost entraps and captures Pietas at the peace talks, the two begin a long journey toward Sempervia, an isolated and forgotten world. As Pietas comes to trust the human, an unlikely and awkward friendship begins.
Until Pietas discovers how ghosts are resurrected…
Genre: Space Opera, Sci Fi
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Excerpt from Origin of Pietas: Bringer of Chaos:
In this scene from Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas, the Council will not believe Pietas when he warns the peace talks are a trap. To prove his point, he pushes the humans into showing their hand.
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Pietas could not in good conscience carry out the council’s command. Lock his people into a treaty with these oath breakers? Never.
But now the entire council would be furious with him. As usual.
Once he entered the small lift, the sting of the Council’s combined emotions bombarded him from all angles. His skin twitched, and he rubbed his arms as if cold.
A cadre of humans waited in the assigned receiving chamber. Ten humans would be given in exchange for ten members of the Ultra Council, as Mahikos and the council had requested. While the Ultras were on board Enderium Six, the humans would act as hostages. If anything happened to the Ultras, the humans would die lingering deaths.
A crawling-ant sensation on his skin escalated to a sting. These creatures hid some secret he did not yet fathom. Pietas bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to lash out, to rip away the life of these mortals.
As agreed, the council members had come unarmed. Ultras had no need to carry weapons. They were weapons.
“You!” He gestured toward the human who approached. “I want more.”
“I beg your pardon?” The man stopped, and looked up at him. Average height for a human, he was over a foot shorter than Pietas, and clothed in nondescript gray from head to toe. The dark-skinned man gave him a quizzical look. “More what?”
“More hostages. Ten for ten implies you are our equals. You are not. I want thirty. That will not come close to matching the worth of one of our warriors. Since I doubt you have more than thirty brave enough to face our wrath if you fail, that will suffice.”
Grimacing, the man looked over his shoulder. A woman in the group gave an almost imperceptible nod. He turned back. “Very well. We’ll need more time.”
“You have ten minutes.”
“It will take longer than–”
Pietas lifted a hand. “Power up the guns.”
Mahikos came up beside him, and flickers of heat traced over Pietas’s skin. His father’s emotions announced his displeasure, but a council member who interfered with negotiations risked being banned from service.
A hum in the background escalated, and lights on the wall panels switched over to red. “Activated,” replied a robotic voice.
“You can’t do this!” The human emissary stretched out both hands. “There are half a million souls on board. You said you’d come in peace. We can’t–”
“Nine minutes.”
“Please!” The man raised the hands in a placating gesture. “Please. Give us thirty minutes. “We need thirty minutes to find–”
“Your repetition bores me. Do you need thirty minutes because you include children among your hostages?”
A cold smile tightened the man’s bland features. “We sent all the civilians and their families off station five days ago, knowing you were coming.”
This underscored what Pietas had said all along. Why would the council not believe this was a trap? They had believed none of his warnings.
Very well. He would get them out of this on his own.
Condemned. Warrior. Immortal.
Traitors stripped him of everything, but to save his people, he must humble himself before the human who imprisoned him.
Exiled to a barren world, the immortal king Pietas must learn to humble himself and ask for help–politely. Without assistance, he might spend an eternity alone, never finding the people he has already died over a thousand times to save.
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Kayelle Allen writes Space Opera and Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, immortal gamers, and warriors who purr.
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