Wheel of Giants: Portals of Yahweh, #5

By Joe Greer

The fifth book in the Portals of Yahweh series. Earth Union evolves both on Earth and out in the Galaxy. Humanity is stronger than ever and pushing back hard on the bullies while making alliances where it can. More species come to love or fear the Human Empire of old. Secrets of the origin of the conflicts are revealed and new mysteries appear. Silvia has a new changeup on her old tricks while partners hook up and break up. Nothing new to humans. Still lots of adventure and laughs along the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joe Greer
• Release date: Jun 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201915445

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Wheel of Giants

Portals of Yahweh

Book 5

Joe Greer

Copyright © 2020 by the author

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the authors vivid imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, without permission in longhand writing from the author.

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Acknowledgment

I must acknowledge Thomas Greer for helping proofread and edit this series. His attention to detail and suggestions helped make this a richer story.

Also by Joe Greer

In the Portals of Yahweh series

Roswell Boneyard

Ghosts of Atlantis

Muturi Deception

Warriors and Spies

For Vera and Thomas

Contents

Prologue - Chimera

False Flag

Fine as frogs’ hair

Feya and Haimuna’s Little Adventure

Lakehouse

The Gabby

Time is Relative

Blitzkrieg

Aqua

DeeDee Gets a Cat

Wolf Pack

God-like Aliens are So Annoying

Buffalo Gals

Who’s the Man?

Touchdown!

Steampunk

Royal Pains in the ***

Prologue - Chimera

Semyaza rode his open-air chariot through the cool spring air at two hundred meters above the ground toward the Watchers’ main creation laboratory. The humans looked up to see one of the servants of God in a chariot with no horse, orange and purple swirling flames all around. They fell to their knees holding up their hands in supplication. These demi-gods had similar features as men, but their long legs and arms marked them as being more than men. They even glowed with spiritual energy. The circular stone building was still a long way and looked as though it was at the base of snow-covered Mount Hermon, entrance to the Portal of the Heavens. Semyaza felt deep contentment to be in this dimension where Yahweh was creating yet another realm for man. This was the best one by far after countless others and this time it would be Semyaza’s. He would do anything to make it his own.

Gibbor, a Nephelium giant, was very irritated. Someone had left open the pen of the Cynocephali. The giant trembled in fear of the rath of the god Semyaza. That group of Chimeras released had been one of the closest to being human in both intelligence and physical form. The cranium of the dog people was large enough to grow the brain to sufficient size. Now among the group of canines, he had only the Wolvine to present. A cunning beast to be sure, though not too intelligent. He heard the footfall of his god and Master, then the glow brightened the room as the demi-god entered. Gibbor was much larger and stronger but lived in awe of the servants of God.

Who let the dogs out? was the first thing out of Semyaza’s mouth.

Someone released them. I will find and execute the transgressor, Gibbor said as way of an apology.

Do not bother. No one released them and I just wanted to see your loyal response. They escaped, which is perhaps for the best. Their intelligence was too high, and they would have eventually rebelled. The Wolvines are more appropriate for the planet selected anyway. It will be a brutal battle to gain ascendancy from the beasts those star damned Inner Arm criminals placed on our territory, the Watcher said. They think because they are close to the energy of the core stars, they can have whatever they want. We will show them a black hole.

They placed Shaitan? Gibbor guessed. Those things are being dropped all over that sector.

Even worse. The Shaitan have been Elevated just enough to be capable of using and maintaining hyperspace engines too, Semyaza stated with disgust. Outsiders with access to the hyperspace dimension are a threat to us by allowing access to our territory. Damn the Pheaux to entropy.

They could come here? Gibbor asked fearfully.

We will kill them if they try... No matter... Ra produced some interesting new combinations. He crossed Premogs with human and salamander. Intelligent enough and well adapted to that swampy world we recently found. He first tried just the Premogs, but they are not very stable and unpredictably violent. I allowed him to keep a small selection to guard his new monuments, Semyaza said absently looking at the genetic data in the 3D projection.

There are sufficient Wolvines now to make a viable colony, Gibbor offered.

What are you using to grow them? Artificial wombs?

No Lord, I use the Wooly Mammoth’s wombs. The genetic changes I made stays in place more readily in a natural setting. In two orbits they are nearly full size at birth. One orbit after, they are ready to breed naturally among themselves. There are five hundred adults in the desert holding area. I have introduced innovations in the last twenty just birthed that will drift into the gene pool over two generations, Gibbor said.

Take them to Tamil’s ship. I want another colony established to block those sons of weak stars, Semyaza spat out. And the Centaur project?

Another ten thousand are ready to transport. Those things are lazy in everything except breeding. As long as they have lesser species to boss around, they do get things done. I understand we identified a couple of more planets that have industrial-level species that are not spacefaring. The Centaurs will have a nice Empire going soon with you as their gods, Gibbor pandered to his uncle.

All my projects are going well. If we have another few thousand years before Yahweh shows up to Elevate the humans, we will be unstoppable, he bragged.

Semyaza continued toward his original destination after this detour. The Gilgal, known as the Wheel of Giants to the local humans, was built to house these giant sons. A series of circular passageways with short underground tunnels under the walls led to the center where Azazel spent so much of his time. ‘The giants can be so irritating sometimes, but they are our offspring,’ he thought as he passed them by in their laboratories. ‘Humans are the fascinating ones. So much potential for everything. Yahweh had done well, but the Watchers will use this foundation of creation and surpass them. Just a little more time of Yahweh’s inattention and our work will make us the supreme beings in this dimension. I will be a Creator. He surely will not be back to Elevate the humans for a few thousand more years. Surely.’ Yahweh’s wrath worried Semyaza more with each passing century. His mood lightened as he approached the lair of the Watchers’ leader in their treason.

Where are you? he spoke loudly.

Up here, Azazel voice replied from above.

He climbed the long ladder to the flat roof. Azazel was having intercourse with a large copper-haired woman under the blazing sun. Be done in a few moments, Azazel said as he started grunting, his seed already overflowing out of her. Pulling out, he stood up.

You are proud of that thing, aren’t you? Semyaza commented dryly.

Our ‘things’ are going to make us supreme beings, Azazel retorted. The woman crawled toward the shade canopy whimpering.

That is an unusual looking one. Very large, pale eyes and copper hair. Where did you find it?

In the north, among the ice and snow. Very ferocious tribe. I have great hopes for the offspring and that is why I summoned you. Take two with you and get them with child. When their Giants are big enough, we will return them to the north, Azazel said evenly.

Its eyes are so pale as to look white. I like variety. Thank you... I love the view up here. The snows of Mt. Hermon covering the Portal to the Heavens. The rich plains spread before us. You have indeed brought us to a most lovely dimension, Semyaza said contentedly.

The Chimeras are coming along well. I think we need one made from felines to cover the fringe side. Others from outside this galaxy have been poking around. Let’s erect a barrier all around like the walls of this Gilgal.

Semyaza looked around at the circular walls from the vantage point of Azazel’s rooftop, I have never noticed it before, but you built this place in a similar pattern to Yahweh’s Portal network. He grinned evilly, Our rings will be more glorious... The felines I will start right away. Can you have Tamil bring back some pure Neanderthal? Their only genes left on Earth have been hopelessly mixed with humans and I want to try a cross with a high-level primate.

Yes, that is possible. What are your goals? That cross will be as intelligent as humans. Certainly, with stronger bodies.

I hope the cross will be compatible with us. Strange we can produce offspring with humans but not the pure Neanderthal since their offspring with a human is a viable mix. Anyway, I hope the primate genes will produce a Chimera we can then use to create more Giants. Bigger Giants.

Azazel looked at him skeptically and asked, Do you really want to mate with something that ugly?

With a laugh, he replied, To be sure the first batches will be ugly even in the dark. In time, we may learn to breed something less abhorrent. In any case, we can close our eyes to get their offspring.

Fine, and maybe some primate instincts will dilute that dignified attitude. With some rage, they could be useful as warriors. I will have Tamil bring a thousand. Do you have a destination planet for the cross if they are not useful in mating with us?

Yes, on the fringe-ward side there are some roughly Earth twin planets we do not currently plan to use, Semyaza said.

Good, the Pheaux would be drawn by the easily harvested spirit energy. We don’t want to encourage any more of their outward expansion.

Why does Yahweh put up with those parasites anyway?

Azazel shrugged, They were created long before we were. Maybe there is something we don’t know about their use to Yahweh or Yahweh doesn’t want to admit to a mistake. Doesn’t matter, we still have to work around their existence.

My Wolvines have very little spirit energy. They will be resistant.

I will be happy to see them deployed. Please give personal attention to that project.

Semyaza looked toward the shade canopy, I will... Which of the copper-haired women are mine?

Pick any two you like and fill them with seed.

Ahh, pleasure made sweeter by rebellion. I will start right away. Yahweh has worked very hard to produce for us such a good variety of prime materials, Semyaza said, and they both laughed loud enough to cause avalanches on the distant mountains. The thought Yahweh worked for them was hilarious.

False Flag

Ariel brought two helpers and a heavy coat to the freezer section of the Moon City prison. That one and that one, she pointed.

The workers pulled the two frozen Shaitans from the shelf and put them into heavy thermal boxes for transport. They were the original Captain and Chief Engineer of the destroyer captured in the Dragos campaign. Next stop, Karanna’s pirate base via Elle’s regular packet service.

Tarado and Besta slowly returned to consciousness in a cage. They were still unable to move, but their minds were clear. A human female was sitting in a chair, waiting.

I’m Karanna, she said with a Lurex accent. Since you will never be accepted back in Shaitan society. Would you like to be a rich pirate instead?

Both answered in turn, Yes and waited.

Good. As long as you obey directions, in three orbits, you will be released on a Shaitan world with thirty kilos of copper each. If you don’t follow directions, then you will be spaced or refrozen depending on the circumstances. We will be raiding Centaur commerce and I want it to look like the Shaitan Navy is doing it. Do you have a problem with that?

As long as we don’t attack Shaitan vessels, I am happy to be a pirate, Tarado said.

His old Chief Engineer said, Agreed. I take it we will be using my old ship?

Yes, you will be right at home. Don’t get any ideas about escape. We will regularly put you in our virtual world for questioning, Karanna warned. Both beings seemed to shrink a little at the mention of virtual.

∞

Karanna was personally commanding this mission. Her pirates had brought the captured Shaitan destroyer, to lay in wait at the jump point of the backwater Centaur trading world. It was a setup. She knew where the grain was and the in-system probes showed the buyers had picked it up, heading out of system. She knew the grain was here because the Eversole Group freighter had left it here five spins earlier. The same Eversole freighter that had delivered it would receive it back in a nearby red dwarf system. Even better, the grain would be moved to another sector and sold again. Karanna’s profit would be the stolen grain hauler of the buyers, plus ten percent of the grain value. The scheme was a pirate’s dream as long as they didn’t damage the targeted ship too much.

Their run in-system began when the victim began moving out. The freighter captain only knew a destroyer was approaching. When that destroyer turned out to be Shaitan, he shamefully voided behind the command perch. When that destroyer hit him with a single shot of a military laser without even a howdy-do, his anal sphincter spasmed again.

Tarado was sitting in the captain’s chair surrounded by humans although only his face and torso were visible to the victim. He even wore his old official Shaitan Navy captain’s harness. The humans were making him rich by raiding his traditional enemies. It was a sweet gig that required about five minutes of acting every ten spins. The rest of the time he could enjoy his hobby of creating graphic art. These humans had incredible graphical processing units on their computers.

Tarado’s visage filled the main monitor of the Sweet Moss Knoll. Cease acceleration and prepare to be boarded. He then exploded a laugh when he noticed attendants cleaning up shit.

I will but you must know I have already sent a message to Kunju Four with your drive signature, the freighter captain said trying to regain some dignity.

We are going there next to do a little ground raiding. No point wasting the journey on just your puny ship. Assemble all Centaurs at the main hatch. Leave the sub-species working as normal. We are taking the slaves, grain, and ship. You are lucky I intend to raid, or we would simply space your crew.

The freighter captain’s anus opened again, expelling only gas this time. The human attendants cleaning up behind him gave a sour look. We will comply. No need for violence. One thing, please. Why is the Shaitan Navy raiding? We have had peace for five hundred years.

My commanding officer sold me permission because your fleet is mostly destroyed. It is easier to kick your victim when they are wounded. I get your ship and the emperor always needs grain, Tarado said then got an evil look. What can you pay to get a convenient landing location on the planet?

Knowing he would lose it anyway, the freighter captain said, Six hundred grams of copper in ten-gram cubes. I will have it at the hatch for our safe passage to the capital area.

Smart. Don’t even think of sabotage, or we will return with an orbital bombardment on the capital and broadcast the reason, Tarado warned.

Two military shuttles approached the freighter half an hour later. True to his word, the freighter captain marched into captivity after paying his ransom to a Shaitan. The Chief Engineer had dressed up as an Ensign to receive it. The Centaur portion of the crew stood quietly in the shuttle hold until they were kicked out on a windy hill within sight of the city.

Karanna and twenty of her pirates swaggered into their new grain hauler from the second shuttle. A humanoid that looked to be the cross of a Neanderthal and a chimpanzee accompanied by a human greeted them at the hatch.

The NeaChimp spoke, Greetings. The ship is yours and we will cooperate, no need for violence. We work hard, so please feed us.

Very good. What are your names and functions aboard? Also, can the ship get underway with the existing crew? Karanna said.

I am Uret, the pilot and navigator. My companion is Bosc who makes the engineering section work. Give us the coordinates and we can go now, the NeaChimp said.

Karanna smiled at them and holstered her pulse pistol. I will be captain for now and my men will learn your ship. Most of your crewmates will probably be given paid positions if I decide. None will be slaves.

This is not a Shaitan raid? You are just pirates? Bosc asked grinning.

"Correct. Please lead the way to the bridge Mr. Uret. Prepare to get underway