The Shoven Elect: Sci-Fi Novella

By Mark Antony Rossi

Aliens have landed on the moon. The war for Earth has begun. We can only stop the Hate from the cosmos by starting to respect each other. The future is at stake!!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Soma Publishing
• Release date: Jan 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781537826516

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

CHAPTER 1: The Dogs of Evolution

CHAPTER 2: Servants of the Elect

CHAPTER 3: The Sword is Tested

CHAPTER 4: The Gospel Spreads

CHAPTER 5: System Sol Invaded

CHAPTER 6: Temple of Yesterday

CHAPTER 7: Home Is in the Stars

Character Backgrounds

Glossary

About the Author

THE DOGS OF EVOLUTION

I

Evolution defined

is a monstrous process

where a creature adapts

solely for the purpose

of devouring something new.

Articles of Evaluation, Shoven

Book of Cosmic Government

FOUR MILLION years ago a radioactive comet seared through the Shovellis Star System and slammed into Shovellis Prime, a green-blue world of primitive plant and animal life. The comet carried a virus from galaxy billions of light years away that infected the water table of the planet. A hyper-mutation occurred that accelerated growth and transformed once primitive animals into the six-foot trans dimensional beings we now know as the Shoven Elect who became the Supreme rulers of hundreds of star systems.

This incredible truth, as many truths of the ages, has been buried by the Shoven scientists who toe the line of extreme ideology, a fanatic belief system that allows the Shoven to believe they are gods rightfully claiming every galaxy they discover as their own. It would be impolitic to mention their mental abilities are just a freak occurrence from a virus-carrying comet. In the recent past the mere hint brought about bloody scientific purges in the community. Shoven killing Shoven to murder the knowledge of their unique genesis.

But religion quickly slips into cult when its practioners believe they are gods created to rule the cosmos. The horrible circumstance is quite simple: when no is above you---everyone is below you. They say absolute power corrupts absolutely. It does more than that. It erases any semblance of love or respect. It cleanses any notion of identity or individuality. It transforms its host from flesh and blood to robotic coldness. Something dies when absolute power invades an entity. I think it’s the soul of the entire species. It’s very hopes and dreams gone forever. For there is nothing worthy to strive for, nothing perilous to strive against. Nothing remaining but the edict to eliminate anything different.

I paraphrase the passages written by a Dakdar philosopher as he watched his home world sterilized by the Shoven Elect ten thousand two hundred Dakdarian moon cycles ago. Their planetary defense systems were linked to control modules strategically positioned throughout the planet below. And they became weapons against their makers after the Shoven fired particle beams at the floating gun stations. The beams reversed the platforms targeting systems, burning green with an afterglow that could be witnessed in stark daylight by the Dakdarians. Their platforms fired on their cities. An unrelenting rain of death beams melting city blocks, schools, hospitals, military bases, landing zones, mountain ranges, ocean floors, and 16 billion inhabitants.

The Shoven onslaught was unstoppable. Galaxy after galaxy fell to their destructive appetite. On the planet Massalla, four thousand light years from Otikaram, word spread on the coming invasion after news of the attack from the Otiks, primary trading partners with the Massallans. The Massallans, rather than be invaded, committed planetary suicide by exploding radiation devices high in their atmosphere. This act of final dignity did nothing to impress the Shoven who became so angered their ships made a point of spending four Massallan days pock-marking the planet with particle bombs until its surface resembled a giant dead asteroid. The Shoven onslaught was indeed unstoppable and without the slightest mercy; in the case of Massalla, the Shoven spent four days killing sentient beings whom were already dead.

The nature of power seems to dictate that divisions begin to take place after a period of successful conquests or land-grabs as they used to say in the old history texts. Unique to the Shoven invasions were the cruel fact that many of the planets conquered put up such resistance as to render their planets inhabitable for even the smallest uses as listening posts, forward defensive bases or recreational zones. In four conquests, smaller planets nearly broke apart from the bombardment and unstable planetary cores.

The Shoven had no use for prisoners and none were taken. The Shoven were beginning to feel the birth pangs of an empire they were forming and naturally the division of labor became a major issue among them.

The Shoven Elect were the generals of the empire. They directed the military operations and daily functions of the empire. Directly below them were the priests who maintained the temples on the ships, the ones built on planets still useful and the planning of new construction. Next in line were the warriors who controlled the weapon systems, ships and ground forces. The last in line were the workers who built the temples, bases, posts, and performed the maintenance of all else necessary to an ever-growing empire. And serious problems arose because of these divisions. How does an empire decide who does what when each of its member is considered a god?

The Shoven Elect decided age was the best method to assign a Shoven to a duty; thus, until you reached the senior age, you were a god-god in waiting, a junior god with a chosen task to perform until your ascension to the Elect. The warrior class were unhappy with this arrangement and wanted ascension Much earlier than the others. They felt the most at risk to death or injury. The Shoven were not immune to weaponry, suicide attacks or other primitive

Tactics of the conquered. A rough estimate after seventy-two conquests were 7% killed, 12% wounded. These figures would be heaven-sent to most leaders of a great empire. But the Shoven were different. And