Anno Stellae 1987 & Anno Stellae 1994: RetroStar Chronicles, #1
By R.D. Ginther
()
About this ebook
Although spotted by astronomers in the sky and divers in the deepest parts of bodies of waters, the red star Alien Entity, is still elusive. The fact that it can move easily between these two extremes of physical properties is mind blowing. It seems to be almost everywhere all at once and the only species that seem to be aware of the Alien Entity's presence are the creatures that live in the environment where it is invading. Just when you think that a scientist, or rather any of the scientists thus far, gets a hint of this ominous presence, something goes wrong, critically wrong. It's as if this Alien Entity has unseen powers to interfere and disrupt nature and physics, even the physical bodies of humans. The most brilliant of minds are being systematically destroyed by this Entity, but how long before it finally meets its match?
Chronicle 9 Anno Stellae 1987 and Chronicle 10 Anno Stellae 1994 is almost 100 pages long. You can definitely feel the building up to that pivotal moment when humans will finally clash with this Alien Entity once and for all.
Read more from R.D. Ginther
RetroStar Chronicles The Great Divide Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBecca The Viking & The Heavenly Runebook Book 5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWalk In The Light Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVictorian Christmas Ballads Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Anno Stellae 1987 & Anno Stellae 1994
Titles in the series (30)
Vision From Space: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1939: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1912: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnnoStellae 1969: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1918: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1996 & Anno Stellae 2024: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1985 & Anno Stellae 1986: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2171, Anno Stellae 2251: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2113, Anno Stellae 2145, Anno Stellae 2146, Anno Stellae 2155, Anno Stellae 2165: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1967: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 1987 & Anno Stellae 1994: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2170: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 55 Anno Stellae 7537, Chronicle 56 Anno Stellae 8033, Chronicle 57 Anno Stellae 8507: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 43, Chronicle 44: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2415, Anno Stellae 2433, Anno Stellae 2444: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2382, Anno Stellae 2390-91, Anno Stellae 2392: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAno Stellae 2457: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 39 Anno Stellae 5918, Chronicle 40 Anno Stellae 5920, Chronicle 41 Anno Stellae 5923: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2456, Anno Stellae 2460, Anno Stellae 4130, Anno Stellae 4133, Anno Stellae 4146: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 42: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 45, Chronicle 46: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 48, Chronicle 49, Chronicle 50: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 47: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 2393: RetroStar Chronicles Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 6700, Anno Stellae 7074, Anno Stellae 7504, Anno Stellae 7506: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 60, Anno Stellae 10,682; Chronicle 61, Anno Stellae 10,999: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 58 Anno Stellae 8732, Chronicle 59 Anno Stellae 10,272: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 4148, Anno Stellae 4149, Anno Stellae 4150, Anno Stellae 5909, Anno Stellae 5913: RetroStar Chronicles Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 62: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle Of The Knights Of Axes Of Honor: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related ebooks
Off on a Comet! Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Anno Stellae 2170: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Cloud Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnnoStellae 1969: RetroStar Chronicles, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCaverns Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lester Del Ray: Golden Age Space Opera Tales Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChronicle 45, Chronicle 46: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Close Encounters Man: How One Man Made the World Believe in UFOs Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Time Slips Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Second Deluge Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Wildcat's Victory Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlien Empire Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Citadel of Death Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHallowed Ground: the mystery of the African Fairy Circles Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe War of the Worlds (AD Classic Illustrated) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Success: A Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnno Stellae 6700, Anno Stellae 7074, Anno Stellae 7504, Anno Stellae 7506: RetroStar Chronicles, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStarman's Quest Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Ano Stellae 2457: RetroStar Chronicles, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsScrimshaw Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWalking Shadows Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hate Parallax Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDawn of the Demi-Gods Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Avenger Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath into Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAn Alphabet of History Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5The Dark Star (Annotated) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWorlds Beyond: The Indigo Reports, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShrine of the Apache Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsComet's Burial Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Christian Fiction For You
Warrior of the Light: A Manual Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This Present Darkness: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Nefarious Plot Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Screwtape Letters: Annotated Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dark Tower: And Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The End of the Affair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Stranger in the Lifeboat Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pilgrim’s Progress: Updated, Modern English. More than 100 Illustrations. Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pale Blue Eye: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Perelandra: (Space Trilogy, Book Two) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5That Hideous Strength: (Space Trilogy, Book Three) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Nefarious Carol Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pilgrim’s Progress (Parts 1 & 2): Updated, Modern English. More than 100 Illustrations. Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Jane Austen MEGAPACK ™: All Her Classic Works Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Piercing the Darkness: A Novel Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Hurricane Season Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Fifth Mountain: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Someone Like You: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto: A Novel Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Harbinger II: The Return Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Book of Mysteries Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Beast as Dark as Night: The Winter Souls Series, #4 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Three Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Lineage of Grace Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Traitor's Wife: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The List Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hinds' Feet on High Places: An Engaging Visual Journey Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Next Person You Meet in Heaven: The Sequel to The Five People You Meet in Heaven Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Anno Stellae 1987 & Anno Stellae 1994
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Anno Stellae 1987 & Anno Stellae 1994 - R.D. Ginther
C H R O N I C L E 9
A N N O S T E L L A E 1 9 8 7
WHO WILL DISCOVER THE IDENTITY OF THE ATTACKING ALIEN? WHO IS THE CHAMPION WHO WILL COMBAT IT? IT IS REMINISCENT OF THE TIMES OF THE BIBLE’S 0K CORRAL SHOW-DOWN OF DAVID AND GOLIATH, THOUGH THIS TIME THE HERO MAY LOOK TOTALLY UNLIKE A SHEPHERD BOY AND THE ANTAGONIST MAY BE SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE SKY, OR STARS...EXCEPT THE COLOR IS ALL WRONG, NOT THE USUAL WHITE OR YELLOW BUT A DEFINITE REDDISH HUE INSTEAD, SOMETHING LIKE YOU FIND IN A CARNELIAN GEMSTONE OR SOMETIMES IN A STAR ABOUT TO SELF-DESTRUCT IN A SUPERNOVA...
1 Black Tuesday II
As long as there are Greeks on Earth, it’s a sure thing they will periodically remind the human race that Constantinople, the City of Light on the Golden Horn and Bosporus, that stood so long against the Empire of Darkness, lost Asia Minor the empire’s heartland in the Battle of Manzikert and the trunkless capital fell to the Turks on the first Black Tuesday
, ANNO 1453.
Until 1987, as far as Greeks were concerned, there could be no darker Tuesday for the Western World. Many chroniclers from the Venerable Bede to Procopius and on to modern counterparts would have to agree after considering the primal role the imperial city played for over a millennium.
Yet the first—however baleful an event—would pale in comparison with the second.
It was a disaster it would take the world centuries to recognize for what it was. By then, of course, it was—shades of Troy, Nineveh, Babylon, Thebes, Rome, and Constantinople!—too late, finish, The End.
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 24, Cerro Gordo, Peru
Thirty year old Hanno Spackle from Mississippi was one astronomer who never got tired looking at the skies, as extremely near-sighted as he was.
What was he hoping to see from the vantage of so off-the-beaten-track and foreign a country? In Peru the place names couldn't even be counted on. The astronomical community went by the official government map and knew the site as Cerro de la Estrella,
Mountain of the Stars.
To its Peruvian neighbors, five thousand or so villagers, it was simply, less grandly, Cerro Gordo,
or Fat [Man] Mountain,
since all the foreigners come to camp on it were considered to be rich, or fat
in both wallets and bellies.
There was another story for the name of course, there is always another. It went, "the grand Inca the emperor planned to go up there to worship and appease the gods afflicting the empire in his time with famine and foreign devils at the same time, and he had a pavilion built for the human sacrifices planned for the appeal. The retaining wall was built, which Spackle noticed and threw his pop can empties over, and that wall was all that came of the venture. The emperor died, strangled by the foreigners soon as they baptized him in the name of their god.
Fat Man
was the emperor himself, not because he was obese, but because the locals thought anyone so high and mighty was fat
in the sense he was most blessed of the gods. Thinness was associated always with scarcity, famine, and lack of such blessing. Spackle arrived there thin as a proverbial fence rail, and they naturally looked upon him as unblessed and pitiable and needy as themselves, so an instant affinity and identity with him sprang up. And he capped it off with a stunning little lyric, almost a national anthem for their country, Peru I Love.
He ordinarily could not speak Yankee English in a literate way, but his years in the halls of higher education forced him to write like he handled the accursed language as a native speaker, which he definitely thought he was not. No, he was Mississippian Cajun, born and bred in the swamps! And he would die that way, he fully determined to fight in the Civil War to the finish, a war with Yankeedom which he believed had not ended and only stalemated in 1865.
2:00 a.m. Spackle was passing through a sleepy cordon of AK-47-toting Peruvian guards and throwing them some packs of Lucky Strikes, their favorite. While crossing the compound Hanno did what he always did—star-gaze with the naked eye—as he walked the last several hundred meters to his work station, the massive-bulbed University of Carolina Observatory.
Extreme myopia failed to hold him back from his destiny. Born of poor but proud Mississippi river swamp people, he was too stubborn for that. Though refusing glasses, claiming that nothing could be worth seeing through new-fangled Yankee specs,
he saw no contradiction in using the biggest Yankee eye-glass in the Western Hemisphere. Built by optical firms in eight countries, each zero-expansion glass ceramic mirror of the four weighed 22 tons. Ole Miss could have never funded the thing, of course, and Carolina was not likely either. How exactly the national treasury was raided to finance the world's largest optical telescope was hard to say. His colleagues speculated afterwards that the appropriation was mixed up with secret agencies and elite claques—the capital's shadow government
in which certain old families of Southerners, for some reason, predominated. Maybe the fact that bee-keeping ran in those families way back had something to do with their keeping close to the nation’s honey-pot, the U.S. Treasury. At any rate, Carolina's modest 16 incher was replaced with the incredible, world-champion 300 inch Zerodar Telescope after his arrival and nothing was said.
He stopped, removing his cob pipe to gaze up at the indescribable Magellanic galaxy. There, where he knew it hadn't been the night before, was a new glow-bug—the most wondrous swamp glow-bug he had ever seen
By Grant’s granny’s pisspot!" he swore, employing his worst Cajun oath.
He continued walking, his plaid shirt flapping round his gaunt frame like a scarecrow's from last summer in the brisk breeze of the high Andes.
Giving his head a slight shake to knock his night vision free of the nagging glow-bug, he went on into the observatory and hunkered down to work on the latest observations.
Cerro Gordo Inter-American Observatory (CGIO) was a complex of seven observatories, built and staffed by a consortium of leading American universities under the sponsorship of the National Science Foundation. While Hanno Spackle methodically plowed through the usual preparatory paperwork on his work schedule, a fellow astronomer, Hal Ventura, in a nearby but much smaller observatory operated by the University of Nevada was looking at a photographic plate he had just made.
His eyes widened. A glowing spot of light was clearly captured, in the large Magellanic Cloud galaxy. Exercising a scientific skepticism that had been born amidst the bright lights of Reno, he thought there was some flaw or mistake involved, but the plate could not be denied—it was proof he was looking at a stellar, Exo-galactic event of the first magnitude—a SUPERNOVA.
Still unwilling to trust one single piece of evidence, he stepped outside. But there it was, plainly visible to his naked eye—a crimson gash in the heart of the soft-glowing Magellanic Cloud.
He went to look up Spackle and found him, head down as if asleep on his star charts.
Caught you!
Ventura said, though he knew Spackle worked best that way, being so myopic, no better than a bat or mole at navigating by sight. Awful strange business, Astro-astronomy, for such a sight-challenged person as Spackle to go into, you would think, yet everything about the character was weird!
Why, you old cuss, sleepin’ again on the job and getting paid for nothing, I'll report you yet!
Only old friends can talk that way—in this case, friends who diplomatically ignored the Mason-Dixon line.
They chuckled and then got down to business.
Taking a look at Ventura's plate, Spackle darted a glance heavenwards, then swore something having to do with the former occupations of mothers of Yankees.
Ventura had to pull the plate out of Spackle's hands, or rather, he had to pry it away from his red, greasy face.
Careful not to take umbrage at a little slip into Confederate roots, Ventura persisted.
Well, what do you think?
he blurted out, after an unbearable wait.
Spackle leaned back in his chair. His belly hair showing through holes in his tee shirt, and heaved his feet
—his incredibly smelly Adidas-shod clods—up on the star map table. Sizzling hot to the touch like a green manure pile, they were just right to him, since his lanky body came with the affliction of perpetually stone-cold feet and hands.
Ventura, meanwhile, was manfully fighting nausea and gagging. He could never get used to that overwhelming wave of ripe, maggoty, fish entrails that seemed to grow worse, if that was possible, even at that high, cool altitude.
What do I think?
repeated Spackle, with a devilish rebel gleam in his weakest eye. He spat to one side and more or less into a coffee urn, the top removed. Well, I maybe ain't paid to think. What I see, my boy, is jist this. It's gotta be something a little out of the ordinary. I might jist add: EXTREE ordinary, and not be splittin' a hair on a sow's snout.
With that understatement Ventura had to make do for the moment. Spackle was famous for never letting on what he knew or surmised, not until he first saw how the winds blew, whether North or South. If northerly, he would remain inscrutable as the Sphinx of Thebes. If southerly, he might warm up enough to divulge a few significant facts.
Even so, the moment Ventura had gone back to his work station, Spackle was scrambling upwards on a mounting pile of trash and soft drink cans and discarded, worn to shreds underwear, even a dead cat’s ant-eaten carcass that had been the observatory mouser but ate too much of Spackle’s cooking and expired. Up high enough, one foot on the cat, he worked to fit a giant improvised sun screen to the lens so he could have himself a good, close look at something out of the ordinary—how out of the ordinary on that Black Tuesday he would soon discover.
As for Ventura, he sat in his observatory, wondering what Spackle was already seeing, just from one look at the plate, that he would rather die than share with his fellow astronomers.
The Nevadan swore, he was so upset and frustrated.
The wind must have been blowing northerly again!
It was so like Spackle to withhold, withhold, withhold! Other than his star-craft and tobacco, withholding was the cussed Johnnie Reb’s passion and reason for being! Keep the Yankee world guessing, keep it from getting the right information, keep it wasting time and wandering about in unknown territory, keep it muddling and mucking about in the darkest swamps of and most stagnant, twisting bayous of the mind—and, eventually, somewhere down the road, the Confederate stars and bars would fly a notch higher than the stars and stripes. That, dreamt, prayed, plotted, was the Great Astronomical Comeuppance,
or, more to the point, the Southern Fried Stellar Shift
—so great it was on par