Ciera III: The Big Move

By "Mark Paul" Sebar

The last of the Ciera Series titles in this Sheriff Wyler Scott off shoot series, finds the colony of humans on an ice snow covered continent as the fight for survival is about to explode on all sides. Will the last human colony be exterminated or get home? An explosive action packed novel that just builds to a grand ending of the original Sheriff Wyler Scott Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: "Mark Paul" Sebar
• Release date: Jan 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9781930246751

"Mark Paul" Sebar

My most important love is story telling of fictional tales, far away places, memorable characters, great beginnings and surprise endings. I can author work across many genres comfortably. If I can connect with you my reader, then I did my job and we are hopefully, both happy.II don't try to author woke, politically correct content, but rather entertainment value work. I like to think of my stories as having a 'Movie in your mind' and if I connect with a reader that way, I have done my job.From my "Sheriff Wyler Scott" franchise to the "CalHouse" Technological terror tales of the 21st century, to a diabolical Veep at Weasle Mortgage and Loa in "$$$Amount Due$$$" to a dying man kidnapped in place of a woman by grey aliens on a disc in "Captura" ... I like my readers to be able to visit all types of places. Even in time, take "Skyway Arizona" where a 747 makes an emergency landing in the year 1885. Or a future detective "Turbadia" a detective from hell for the bad guys who seems unstoppable, to a religious scifi confrontation in the future "Thunder Dead" God versus the Devil and grey alien.It is that imagination, the travels with the characters, the places they have been, a hopeless situation turned around, this is what is important, an escape from the real world for several hours to go on those adventures and meet new characters.That is my world and I hope it 'Rocks your mind' for several hours. Humbly yours, American Author, Poet, Filmwriter and Songwriter, "Mark Paul" Sebar.

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Ciera III - The Big Move

The Ciera Series Book 3

By

Mark Paul Sebar

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Sebar Publishing

First Printing 2022

Copyright all text and illustrations in this story © 2022 All Rights Reserved

Library of Congress, United States of America TXu

ISBN 978-1-930246-75-1

Index

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Wyler Scott Novels

Ciera Series

Cahuilla Series

CalHouse Trilogy

Other stories

Poems

Chapter 01

It had been 4 months since the dreams had gone dark. Nothing more happened and the months went by with Mohany occasionally wondering of what he had experienced, though paying it no more attention.

The day had been long as Sky served him a nice warm stew, this cool Idyllwild California evening. Outside, it was breezy as the wind shifted between the pine needles, which created the sound of the beach.

They had the fireplace going and he finally finished dinner and sat back in his armchair, flicking the TV set on and catching Christine Devine at KTTV. She was talking about Trump and the Russian Collusion.

What do you think? Sky asked as she came and sojourned on his lap while Isily sat up before the fireplace, studying their interactions.

Honestly, what do I think? Mohany broke a slight grin. You really wanna know?

Yes, I would, after all you have great insight, she rubbed his hair with her hand and briefly kissed him.

I think it’s bullshit, Mohany’s grin broadened.

In what way? Sky pushed the narrative.

Exactly what I stated, Mohany received another kiss from her, and then she got up and turned to him.

Well, I wonder what Wyler might have thought, Sky pushed the narrative.

He would have thought the same, Mohany replied.

By the way, she stood back, glanced down at Isily a moment, and then turned back to Mohany. I’m glad you aren’t having anymore of those dreams.

Yeah, I’m glad I am not having anymore of those dreams too. Well, how about we sit and explore our options together for the night in celebration of no more dreams.

Okay, she reached out, as he stood up and turned to Isily. Just us two, you leave the loft bedroom to us, Sky cautioned the coyote.

Later that night when the lights were off, and the fire had died down, they were both asleep in bed.

The world about them seemed nuts, while in this little cabin, not much had changed. They had just grown older with grey hairs while Isily appeared with no age at all, being a Cahuillian God.

Mohany Rodriguez rolled over in bed on Earth, in the loft of their Idyllwild cabin. His wife Sky was sound asleep while his closest friend Isily, the giant Cahuilla Coyote God, slept at the foot of his bed.

Isily’s ears perked up and he rose from a slumbered sleep, as all canines were light sleepers, and glanced at Mohany. Something was happening, perhaps from a great distance and a different time.

Mohany was warm, not freezing as he stood in a thong and zorries on an icy field. The sky had grey and white clouds and the sun struggled to break through them. There was a frigid breeze about him, but he felt nothing.

As he watched, he spotted a figure walking across the icy snow tundra in his direction.

As the figure drew nearer, he dawned a smile and Sheriff Wyler Scott, his best human friend, approached the Cahuilla Pu`ul.

Sheriff, his smiled deepened as he stood in awe of a younger Wyler Scott, with a thick bushy mustache, dressed in a Buckskin shearling, topped by a tall grey belly Stetson and guarded by his trusty Dan Wesson in a holster.

Yep, it’s me, Wyler replied. Ya didn’t forget about me or the rest, did ya? Wyler asked as his breath produced a small frigid plume which Mohany’s breath did not.

No sheriff, I never forgot about you, Mohany assured him.

Then why did you leave me on the Ahgundy planet? Wyler became a bit angry.

Ahgundy planet? Mohany questioned.

You need to come bring us back home, Wyler informed him. We’ve been waiting too long, the sheriff added and then everything faded to darkness.

At bedside, Isily dropped his head down, he knew something just occurred, but what it was, he only sensed.

Mohany rolled over and dreamed of a past summer barbecue at the Morongo Indian Reservation, and his Apache friend approached.

This is some event, your hospitality of the Cahuilla’s is amazing. Don’t forget Ciera, the Apache tapped him on the shoulder and that dream went dark as well.

Indeed these were messages, perhaps more than a dream. Mohany only knew the Sierra Mountains, though Mammoth was part of those Eastern Sierras.

Was the sheriff’s spirit contacting him from beyond the grave at that cemetery, and what was an Ahgundy?"

During the four months that had gone by, the human colony had built a nice small structured city in the tundra plains.

There were giant as well as tiny igloos, and the human’s that survived had utilized these. One such tube connected to the stairwell to the ship.

A small in-ground nuclear generator powered the entire colony and kept their igloo style structures warm.

In the background, the battleship sat almost derelict with close to no signs of life except the constant whirring radar sweep atop it. This gave the colony its daily weather report.

Speaking of the weather. Most of the time, there were blizzard winds, blowing snow and sleet across the colony. Interesting that was always occurred at night.

During the daytime, the sunlight seemed to bring a calmer atmosphere and even caused some of the snow to thaw.

The igloo colony had wide arched and enclosed corridors that were heated as well, interconnecting the structures.

This made visiting each other a very easy task. The vehicles all sat inside and were almost never used, since petrol was hard to come by.

They were bundled up this early morning on Gautkolder. It was an igloo like structure with two rooms interconnected to the system like the rest of them.

Thanks to the Ahgundy’s on their farewell, they had supplied many items to the humans to try and make life more comfortable.

The four months since they left Ciera were tough ones, but it seemed most, not everyone of course, had adapted in some form or the other.

The battleship with an active radar system always stood sentinel at the edge of the colony.

It had its own power supply and Captain Wade soon discovered that many of the Ahgundy enhancements did not work when away from Ciera and the Ahgundy system.

However, the engineers and technicians aboard the old sea tub were trying to fix that.

Ileen smiled as she carried with a fresh hot cup of coffee to the table and set it down before Wyler.

Their igloo was warm inside thanks to that small atomic generator from the Ahgundy’s as they had promised.

Wyler took that warm cup of java and sipped it slowly. Do you ever wonder what happened to the Culligan’s, Ileen asked and Wyler glanced up at her this early morning, throwing her the eye.

We better worry what’s happening right here, especially with those giant worm creatures. Luckily, they cannot breach the structures of this compound, else we’d all have a much tougher time of things.

It’s too bad they discovered the worms aren’t edible food, Ileen replied. Because word is that the food stocks are beginning to run low. Any ideas?

The Captain sent an armed detail north of here, gimme a copy of a mapped out area they surveyed from the chopper. It had a very hard time staying in the air as the blades began to ice up.

Oh, her interest was piqued as Wyler unfolded the map. Then she stood behind him and massaged his shoulders. It has names.

The navy thought it best to name all points of interest around us. To the east of us are vast snow plains. The snow thins in many places and it appears the worms don’t like that at all.

They move so fast through the snow, she hinted.

Very fast, Wyler replied. They found that you must shoot both ends to kill them. Each end has a mouth, no eyes, and teeth that are razor sharp pointing backwards. You get caught by one and you are never escaping, swallow a body whole, Wyler stressed the point to her.

Three mountain ranges that span east to west, quite long. One closest to us are called the Dengie Mountains. Steep jagged range resembling the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. They connect to a more gentle range of rolling mountains covered in frost and mud maybe with some vegetation.

Any worms spotted there?

Uh, no, Wyler replied. Next are the mid range called the Perugi Mountains, tall and rolling. Finally there are the very distant mountains called the Ogama Mountains. Go off in the far distance stretching to the furthest eastern most regions of the continent.

Wyler rotated the map slightly. North of the Dengie’s is a freshwater lake, no name for it yet. North of that and west of that is another tall, large mountain range they call the Atoll Mountains and east and north of that giant lake is another range that they call the NorEast mountains. In between, frozen tundra.

And no forests for wood? she questioned.

Nope, he glanced up at her. Not a one. At least none discovered as of yet. They did note that most worm sightings were on the western part of the continent. There’s talk of maybe relocating the colony further east. South on the map is a very long peninsula that extends down past the equator. They call this the Votko Peninsula.

Didn’t the Ahgundy’s warn that we must stay north of the planet’s equator to avoid that other civilization? she sat across the table, grasping her own hot mug in hand for a sip.

Yes they did, and they were rightly adamant about this, Wyler added.

She could see how very worried he was about things. This wasn’t a small ranch cabin estate at the edge of green fields, offering everything available to survive, as comfortable as they had been on Earth.

Instead, this was a frozen hell, but so far, the dissolving had stopped as the Ahgundy had promised, and since there was no Earth anymore, it seemed they would have to realize and adapt to things as they were, even though there were other colonists who didn’t want to adapt, and were used to their creature comforts.

Chapter 02

Lonato was busy stocking up the front of his store. He slept in the back half of his igloo and seemed to have been getting odd things in his store.

One of those things had been purchased with an Ahgundy diamond, was a cut section of a worm.

It was in a large glass jar and moved every now and then, still alive, separated from the rest of its body.

Lonato tapped the jar several times, watching it. I wonder what you’re good for, he told himself, then tapped the jar again.

Shirley had become quiet these last four months as the reality sank in that they were here for the rest of their lives and it wasn’t changing anytime soon.

Things had become so quiet, and that large hulk of the battleship sat just south of the colony, its radar sweep always rotating as if waiting for action that never came.

The weather started out gloomy during the day, and then by afternoon, the smaller sun came out, playing tag with the clouds that soon thickened with night, blotting it out.

There were very distant mountains and the warning had come out of the giant worms and how they devoured people, and in the tundra snows north of the colony was a trail of blood in the snow and an ankle from a uniform with a boot still attached and that was all that remained of the unlucky sailor.

It drove home the reality that this wasn’t the Antarctic or Arctic, but rather a very different world. The days seemed a bit shorter too, as Shirley paced back and forth, ginning up Mike’s apathy.

Honey, would you stop that, he complained.

I would like to go for a nice horse ride in Central Park, she calmly turned to him.

Yeah, yeah, he sighed. You go out their and you become fucking worm food.

They were flying east along what they called the East Plains, mapping everything from the chopper. North of their location as far as the eye could see were the Ogama Mountains.

In the distance, they could see the weather grew nasty with a potential blizzard ahead of them.

Bridge, we may have a storm issue out here, the chopper pilot Captain Dan Augusta radioed in.

An officer in the bridge turned to his radar man who shook his head. You sure? he asked.

"Yes