Ambassadors of the worlds: Legacy of the stars

By Jens Fitscher

When Connar regains consciousness in the KLONDIKE's infirmary, after the imposed 'Distanceless Soul Transfer', he is confronted with a personal problem. Carolin, his wife, wants to return to Earth to her old world. Since she is now still in the year 2274 earth time calculation, a somewhat costly undertaking. In the same year, the humans in the Vega system encounter the Sa'lfenien race. A delegation led by Princess Sha'hon is invited to the Earth system. When the ship with the non-human emissaries reaches populated Mars, a young man is about to begin his studies at the local university. When, more by chance than anything else, he meets the princess Sha'hon, he is catapulted into an alien world so completely different from his previous life. He undergoes a parapsychic experiment when the consciousness, the spirit of Commander Tarik Connar takes over his body.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Aug 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9783966746540

Jens Fitscher

Jens Fitscher war bereits als kleiner Junge begeisterter Leser von Science-Fiction und Fantasy Büchern. Insbesondere liebte er die gängigen Taschenbücher der 70er und 80er Jahre des vorigen Jahrhunderts. Ein starkes Interesse zeigte er dabei für die Protagonisten mit außergewöhnlichen Fähigkeiten. Seine Geschichten handeln immer von starken Persönlichkeiten, die durch ungewöhnliche Umstände über sich selbst hinauswachsen und dafür mit übernatürlichen Fähigkeiten belohnt werden.

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Prologue

Where are they? Tarik, where are you? Hell, why didn't you say anything about being back with Carolin?

Zeno stormed the bridge of the KLONDIKE. And that should mean something, after all, his steel body could accelerate up to 80 kilometers per hour.

Zeno, don't make an ass of yourself, Tarja called after him.

He didn't hear it anymore because the central bulkhead had already closed again.

Jet'ha, where are you?

Zeno was completely off his rocker. Had Tarik concealed from him that Carolin was on the KLONDIKE. How was that possible? After all, she had lived over 250 years ago in the early 21st century.

He trusted Connar with a lot, but this? He really needed to know more about the whole thing.

Tarik, geez dude, where the hell are you?

He had shouted through the control center. The KLONDIKE ship's brain seemed to have taken it as a request to provide information.

Commander Connar as well as Carolin Connar are at the medo-station.

Tarja was just entering the control center when Zeno whizzed past her.

Medo-station! Quick, she heard him say as he ran past, then he had already disappeared from her view.

When Zeno entered the infirmary, the first thing he saw was Jet'ha, the young Zisslies warrior.

He stood motionless in front of two antigrav couches, watching the diagnostic robot at work.

What's the matter with you? Injured?

Before Jet'ha could even answer, Zeno was already standing in front of Carolin's couch, looking into her pale face.

No, not injured. It must be the VR rays to blame for her condition. I found her lying on the floor in the control room. Tarik wasn't wearing a radiation absorber and I couldn't see the ball-like device on Carolin either, although we were both issued such an absorber by Chron Bastion, he pointed to the radiation absorber on his suit belt.

The explosion of the sleeper-building, right. It also affected the crew of Syeel's starship.

Zeno let his gaze wander over the two sleepers and looked toward the bulkhead where Tarja was just entering the room. All clear. They're in dream sleep. The VR steels got them one last time!

Well then, everything is fine, and your excitement was for nothing! They'll probably wake up on their own as soon as the radiation loses its effect again. 

The abduction

The body felt enveloped in a blissfully soft cloud. A warm and contented feeling of peace surrounded Carolin.

A beautiful dream, she thought, feeling safe. Slowly she came to.

A wonderful new day was beginning. She stretched and stretched and slowly opened her eyes. The sun must have risen, as bright as it was in the room. But she could and wanted to sleep a little longer for once today.

It was Sunday, after all. Her hearing, still lulled by sleep, heard a strange, metallic noise that didn't seem to fit in her bedroom at all.

Suddenly the bed was so hard. It really hurt in the back. Carolin now opened her eyes fully and looked directly into a something that seemed to hang in the air above her head.

What is... Her upper body straightened with a jerk as she looked directly into the dirty, unshaven face of a monster.

Before she could even scream, she fainted.

Tegratak, what have you done?

Markstarak, the captain of the LISTER looked at his chief physicist on the other side of the couch.

My captain, I paralyzed this creature before it would have begun to strain our auditory nerves.

Blatchdep, that's not what I mean. How did the creature get into this room and onto this special couch? Wasn't your experiment supposed to transport the gummer monkey over from our sister ship KAASTEN?

Yes, my captain. That was the plan. But something seems to have gone wrong.

I can see that too, Blatchdep you.

Markstarak moved closer to the couch and looked down at Carolin.

It seems to have similarities to us Libra existences.

He carefully felt the body. As his hands stroked the breasts, his expression brightened somewhat.

A female!

Let's see, Tegratak came rushing around the table and before he could even reach out his hand, Markstarak responded, Get away from her.

Don't you dare touch her with even a grapple. She's a gift for our ever-empty ship's treasury. On Skellet, I'm sure I'll get a larger sum bid for her.

Get Mehkeon, the medic. Have him examine her and bring her back from anesthesia. She also needs a translator leaf. Surely he can manage that little procedure."

If he's sober, certainly not. But then, he almost never is, Tegratak grinned and left the room. Markstarak was now alone with Carolin.

His hand settled on her breast again and stroked it. Damn, why did the Libra existences keep having this damn shortage of women?

He hastily looked around the room. There was no surveillance drone. Should he take a moment to help himself? His excitement was building.

He had just withdrawn his hand again when the bulkhead hissed aside, and Mehkeon stood swaying in the room.

Captain, at your service.

Put a translator in the female and cancel the paralysis.

Before the medic was past him, he grabbed him by the arm, And keep your hands off her. Is that clear?

Mehkeon confirmed, clenching both fists.

When she awakens, take her to the holding cell. You are responsible to me for her integrity.

Then he left the room. 

The Translator blade was inserted under the skin above the ear. The computer chip, powered by the internal scanner, moved to Broca's area, the speech center.

A gossamer connection to the ear was maintained. Medic Mehkeon was injecting an antiserum into the bloodstream to reactivate the anesthetized neural pathways when Tegratak, the physicist returned.

Some muscle strands on Carolin's body were already beginning to twitch uncontrollably.

As the spasm intensified, Mehkeon had to lean over her and hold her down so she wouldn't fall off the narrow couch.

Why, hello there, Mehkeon. That's not the way it was meant to be.

Mehkeon glanced at Tegratak. Cut the nonsense, she's my responsibility. If she hits the floor, I'll be in charge.

The top of Carolin's pajamas had slipped a bit and Tegratak's eyes fixed on the now bare spot on her stomach.

Is a healthy female, isn't she?

He became uneasy and his gaze wandered all over her body.

She's going to the holding cell. Captain's orders.

Mehkeon let go as the body settled again and watched the eyelids, which were now opening with fluttering movements.

Carolin came to. She looked around a bit irritated and grabbed her left ear.

Only now did she realize that she was no longer at home in her bed.

Mehkeon and Tegratak watched her every move.

As she tried to sit up, she noticed them. What is this place and how did I get here? She had apparently caught herself somewhat.

As she tries to get up from the couch, Mehkeon and Tegratak had already grabbed her by the arms.

You'll be secured first.

Carolin resisted the hard grips. Let go of me. What are you doing. Where am I anyway? she asked again, trying to free herself.

However, the grips only strengthened and then she was dragged across the floor towards the exit.

Let me go, it hurts. Help!

Shut your mouth or you'll be paralyzed again.

Help, help, Carolin continued to scream and started kicking.

That's when she got punched in the face by Tegratak and her head flew to the side. Blood ran from her nose. Her resistance was wiped away.

Damn it Tegratak, stop damaging that bitch. The captain will smoke me if she loses value.

Mehkeon slapped against Tegratak's shoulder.

Together they continued to drag Carolin across the floor. On the way to the holding cell, they encountered other crew members. Their gazes virtually sucked at Carolin.

She tried to wipe off the blood but was stopped by her two guards.

Then they stood in front of a dirty and battered bulkhead.

The space behind it was not five square meters. They gave it a push and the bulkhead closed. Carolin fell to the floor. The room was otherwise empty.

With bloody hands, she sat down against the farthest wall, leaned against it, and looked distraught toward the bulkhead. What was going on here? What had happened to her?

The first tears flowed. She could not and would not hold them back. The room was in semi-darkness.

The lighting didn't seem to work properly. The floor felt warm. If you didn't know where the bulkhead was, you couldn't have guessed the exit, so even were the walls.

A steady hum was over the room. Otherwise, no sound could be heard.

What were these creatures that had brought them here? Carolin felt her ear again. She had a slight, stabbing pain there and a tingling sensation continued up into her nasal cavity.

The nose had stopped bleeding. Her whole top was smeared with blood.

Now she was sitting on the floor in her nicki- pajamas, not really knowing what to do. And she really needed to get some for little girls.

She also didn't think that banging her fists against the bulkhead was going to help anything. The whole situation was more than surreal.

Only briefly did the thought occur to her that it was all a dream after all.

She still felt the pain from the blow on her nose. After an hour of silence and waiting, Carolin could no longer stand the pressure of her bladder.

In addition, she already felt a traveling and pulling in the kidney area.

She probably did not have to feel observed. In any case, there was no such device to be seen. But even that had become completely indifferent to her now. She went to a corner, pulled down her pajama pants and squatted down.

It took a while, then she felt visibly better.

Time passed and nothing happened. Was she supposed to make herself known somehow? What did they want from her?

Now she remembered the one guy's statement. She had a certain value for someone. Whatever that meant.

She huddled against the wall, trying to give herself courage inside. That's when she hears a noise on the outside of the bulkhead.

There was a hiss and the exit opened. Still not trusting the opportunity, she remained seated on the floor.

Bright, artificial light fell in from outside. Didn't she hear someone talking?

She thought she heard at least two different voices. The exit remained open.

Cautiously, Carolin stood up and slowly walked towards the exit. In any case, it could only be better out there than in this dungeon.

She hadn't quite stuck her head out yet when she was brutally yanked to the side.

She hit her head hard on the floor.

Not here. We need to get out of here with her as soon as possible before someone can watch us. Come on, put her over your shoulder.

Salinas pulled the downed Carolin up with a flourish and Pestosah put her over his shoulder.

She began to struggle, kicking and banging her fists against his back.

Salinas stood in front of her, lifted her head a little and said, Be quiet, female. Do you want to go back to the room? You'll be better off with us.

Salinas and Pestosah ran crouched, like thieves, along the corridor and turned into a side corridor through a manually lockable hatch.

After another ten meters, they reached a makeshift room that had seen better days.

The paint on the walls was no longer recognizable as such. The furniture seemed to have been patched up several times. A table, two couches and a cupboard, there was nothing more. In the back corner stood an instrument console, like a creature from another time.

The light metal just flashed with cleanliness and the holo-screen that had slid out of the console panel was the latest technology. Salinas laid Carolin down on one of the couches.

Lie still, he pointed a finger at her.

Startled by his expression, she looked from him to Pestosah.

The top is smeared with blood. Take it off.

Both stood in front of her and seemed to be waiting for something. Carolin ignored the request.

Pestosah pulled her off the couch with a jerk and tore the Nicki top with both hands.

No, don't! Carolin wanted to hold her hands in front of her chest but was prevented from doing so by a quick grip from Salinas.

Don't, go ahead and show us your charms. Pestosah pulled her close and his hands disappeared into her pants.

No, let me. You bastards. She tried to attack him with her fists. At the same time, she kicked his shin.

He tripped over a chair standing behind him.

Salinas laughed and in turn grabbed her breasts from behind, hissing in her ear, Stop it or I'll break your arm.

Carolin's resistance flagged. When Pestosah's hand came down on her belly, she began to tremble.

These guys were going to rape her.

The greasy hand had reached the waistband of her pants when a voice bellowed from the holo-screen, Pestosah and Salinas, I've got you right in my sights. Get your hand off that female right now. If you damage her, I'll throw you out the airlock into hyperspace. Mikteshah is on his way to you and will pick her up.

The two addressed were visibly startled when they recognized the voice and then also the face of Markstarak in the hologram.

As they now let go of Carolin, she quickly bent down and picked up the tattered top from the floor.

It still barely covered her nakedness. She backed away to the far corner of the room and watched them both closely.

Mikteshah had picked her up. He was still very young and almost a little shy in his manner. He did not talk much. Carolin went with him willingly.

Just get away from those pigs, she thought. On the way, they again encountered other crew members.

They looked around for her and were feuding. Mikteshah walked on unconcerned.

Carolin tried to cover her nakedness as best she could with her torn top.

Where are you supposed to take me?

To the captain, where else.

Is it still far?

No.

She was becoming more and more uncomfortable with the way they looked at her and undressed her with their gazes. It was more than uncomfortable.

Is this something like a plane?

Now Mikteshah stopped. What is a plane? You're in the LISTER, not exactly the best starship in the Libra region, but paid for. Says the captain, anyway.

He continued walking. She stayed by his side. Here, at least for the moment, she felt reasonably safe.

Her mind played ping-pong. What is a libra region? And that she should be in a spaceship, she didn't really believe.

Then they were standing in front of a dark blue colored bulkhead.

Here it is. Just go in. I'm not coming. He held his hand in front of a sensor array and the bulkhead opened with a soft, bright sound.

In front of her was a homely landscape. The floor looked like an expanse of green grass. The space appeared huge.

At the very back, almost on the horizon, one could admire a mountain massif. Seating furniture stood disorderly in the front quarter of the landscape. Pillows and soft flooring spread out in front of a large window or holo-screen.

Just come on in. Don't worry, I won't hurt you.

Markstarak, the captain of the LISTER stood next to a counter-like, console-shaped piece of furniture and held an oblong glass filled with blue liquid.

Come to me and have a drink.

He held the glass out to her. Carolin didn't immediately know how to govern. The bulkhead closed behind her.

She winced only slightly, but Markstarak seemed to have noticed. He walked toward her.

Take already.

And when she still didn't respond, Wait. He took a small sip from the glass himself.

There you go, it's not poison as you can see for yourself.

She accepted the glass now, and as she did so, her top slipped. She quickly took a step back.

But Markstarak didn't care, he walked in the other direction towards a chest standing in the middle of the room. It shimmered in all colors of the spectrum and still had a metallic appearance.

From this he took out a one-piece pantsuit.

Here, put this on. It warms and fits your body perfectly. He tossed the suit to her. It fell right at her feet.

Thank you, came softly from her mouth.

She sipped the glass carefully. It tasted a little bitter at first, then sweet, and at last, when she had taken a big sip of it, her throat burned.

A pleasant, warm feeling was preparing in her stomach. It was not unpleasant.

She looked around a little uncertainly when Markstarak was already standing in front of her and took the empty glass from her hand again. His piercing gaze did not escape her.

She quickly picked up the garment from the floor and pressed it against her body.

Don't look so distressed. I can't help it either that there are so few women among us Libra existences.

He went back and poured himself another glass of the blue liquid.

Get dressed already!

She looked around a little uncertainly. Where?

Back there in the wet room, Markstarak pointed in the appropriate direction.

Carolin didn't know how or if the bulkhead could be locked but considering that this was really a bathroom of sorts and she was in desperate need of a cleaning, she would put up with it should this Captain Markstarak come in uninvited.

She undressed and with a little trial and error had very quickly figured out how the shower worked.

It was simply wonderful as the warm water spread over her skin.

Unfortunately, she found nothing that resembled a soap or gel or anything like that. Instead, the water itself smelled like peach and it also foamed a bit.

When she entered the termination on the display of the water jet, a kind of drying process took place as if by itself. She only had to turn around herself several times.

The pantsuit conformed to her figure. She pulled the clasp to her neck. It had one drawback; her breasts were very much emphasized.

Too much, she thought. But that couldn't be helped now.

The bulkhead rode up with a hiss and Markstarak stood in front of her. How long is this going to take?

He bounced back from her slightly as his gaze settled on her torso.

He took her hand and pulled her out with him. Sit down and eat. We'll be at SKELLET station in two-time units. I don't want you to pass out from hunger the first chance you get.

Now Carolin herself noticed that she was very hungry. She didn't need to be told twice and took a bite. At that moment, she didn't think much about whether her metabolism could handle the food at all. She had apparently also completely forgotten that she was in a spaceship, far away from her home.

Apparently, her biochemistry was able to process what was presented without causing any negative reactions. So far, anyway.

Markstarak had been watching her the whole time. When she finished eating, he walked up to her.

Stretch your hands forward, go ahead.

Then he put an energetic arm cuff on her. So you don't get any stupid ideas too.

She was about to cry out indignantly when Markstarak took her chin in his hand and turned her head left and right.

I'm thinking of keeping you to myself. What do you think? He grinned suggestively.

Carolin looked down at the floor, visibly startled. She still hadn't really understood what had happened to her.

But one thing was beginning to become clear to her now, in this subculture she now found herself in, women didn't seem to be worth much, or vice versa, there was a shortage of women and most likely sexual distress among most men.

Except they weren't exactly treated as valuable commodities.

Don't worry, your retail value is unfortunately much higher than my pleasure could even outweigh. I'm going to headquarters and you're coming with me. I won't let you out of my sight for a moment now. 

Markstarak pulled her out to the cabin bulkhead by her shackles. On the way, they encountered other crew members several times.

However, they recognized Markstarak and kept their heads bowed.

Carolin, however, felt the covetous glances more than she perceived them. She trotted dutifully behind the captain until they reached the central bulkhead. 

The central crew consisted of three very greasy young men. They wore only a very thin top that did not even cover their entire torso and was also already quite filthy.

They looked more than unkempt to Carolin. When the captain entered with her, however, he was greeted respectfully.

Sit over there and don't move, he pointed to an almost dark corner.

The control center was in a dim light. Only colored holograms and lights flickered on the various consoles and screens.

They bathed the not exactly large room in a ghostly conglomeration of mechanically bizarre hardware. The atmosphere seemed like something out of a nightmare.

How far is it to the SKELLET?

Just a few more parsecs, Captain.

Meskalat, check us in with hyp-radio. Tell them I have something very special to offer. Tell them to let the Patriarch know about it.

Markstarak squinted over at Carolin. If only it weren't for that damned financial situation. He would have liked to make her his own wife. It was too late now anyway.

Meskalat, the radio operator confirmed the approach clearance for SKELLET. Thus the patriarch had already been informed of their visit.

Markstarak allowed himself a half liter of throat cleaner. He always had it within reach next to the captain's seat in a specially installed 'captain's bar'.

It was a mixture of vegetable and chemical alcohol made especially for him.

He had just set the container down again when it flashed briefly out of the all-encompassing nothingness of space. The main screen was bathed in glistening brightness and a thousand colors sparkled and shone into the gloomy control center.

Carolin had not covered her eyes in time, as everyone present had done. She blinked in confusion and her eyes began to water.

SKELLET came into view. The space station sparkled like a diamond until the ship corrected its angle of approach.

SKELLET to LIBRA, you are confirmed. Proceed to Corridor II, docking pier 4 is reserved. Personal message for the captain: the patriarch awaits you with the 'special' merchandise in his visitors lounge. SKELLET out. 

Markstarak had stood up and belched loudly. Now he was already feeling a little better.

The throat cleaner was working, he felt relaxed and ready for a good deal. As he staggered toward Carolin, the first thing she noticed was his breath reeking of alcohol.

So my little doll, now it's time to get serious. He pulled her up and gave her a slap on the butt.

Before she could react defensively, he took her by the arm and pulled her out of the headquarters with him.

On the way, they were stopped by a group of men.

With respect Captain, we heard they were going to sell the woman on SKELLET. Why on SKELLET?

He looked around for approval. We were thinking of keeping her here.

Markstarak was still clutching Carolin's arm.

His features contorted somewhat, and he assumed a threatening stance.

Captain, don't get it wrong, we'll pay for them, of course.

Yes, Sakret is right. We all chipped in.

Now more crew members pressed forward.

Sakret waved a bundle of Stork crystals around. Here, that's almost 150 Storkies, Captain. That's all they'll give you on SKELLET. Batter up.

He held out his hand for Markstarak to smash in.

You dogs! Markstarak let go of Carolin and slapped Sakret across the chest, then glanced around the group, rolling his eyes.

You don't think I'm going to allow you a private whorehouse here. And certainly I'm not wasting a valuable commodity like this one on hangman's nooses like you. I'll take it myself first. Besides, on SKELLET I can easily get five times as much. Now get out of my sight.

Carolin's eyes turned frightened to the scimitar the captain held all at once.

I'll slash anyone who makes another wrong move in my direction. And the rest I'll throw out of the next lock for mutiny.

In a flash, the aisle was empty except for him and Carolin. There you go. There you go.

He grabbed her arm again and they both continued toward the outer bulkhead. It was high time the wench left his ship. His men were normally very eager to serve and obey. But now their minds were totally suspended.

He glanced briefly at Carolin. Her breasts were really standing out under the top of the pantsuit. No wonder the ravenous men were going crazy.

Arriving at the bulkhead, he pulled her close and placed both hands on her chest.

Don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt you. But one more time I may feel!

He stroked up and down several times until her nipples hardened noticeably. He raised his eyebrows, shook his head slightly, and they both walked through the bulkhead over to SKELLET.

Carolin had remained silent the entire time. Her facial expression, however, spoke volumes.

The docking maneuver had already been completed and the pressure equalized. The air gate was open. 

The space station

The space station SKELLET had originally been a hollow cube with a volume of one cubic hectometer. In decades it was again and again rebuilt, so that the straight surfaces had disappeared almost completely and the again developed structure had increased now up to altogether 250 meters.

Even no longer airworthy spaceships of the most diverse peoples had been recycled.

SKELLET would have looked like an oversized hedgehog, had it not been for the absolute asymmetry created by the utilization of foreign technologies and construction methods.

A real phenomenon was the outer skin of the station. It reflected colors that could not be marveled at elsewhere in the known universe.

The impingement of radiation from several suns, to which SKELLET was relatively close, and the artificial lighting, which skillfully enhanced this effect, created a spectrum of colors that was constantly changing, creating ever new shapes and shades.

Patriarch Sentrafomest III, the current ruler of SKELLET, had taken advantage of this scarab effect.          

Again and again spaceships came with visitors, to whom he presented the station quasi as a place of pilgrimage.

He even had a whole residential district rebuilt especially for the honorable paying guests.

His large family, which consisted of scoundrels and neck separators, was not allowed to show up there. The so-called 'life wing' had been made available to them as accommodation, living level, living space and place of work. They were allowed to stay there exclusively.

Special 'room servants' ensured that this commandment was observed.

After all, the income from the hotel sector also served them, if not most of it, of course, flowed into the beneficent coffers of the patriarch himself.

But they were able to survive, and that was worth a lot in these hard times.

The third and most splendidly equipped section of SKELLET was that of the Patriarch himself. The premises and even whole levels were inhabited by his wives and direct agreements.

It was also here that the monthly games were held.

Patriarch Sentrafomest III believed that only the best could survive in life and be enriched by the community.

Thus, among his followers and descendants, regular competitions were held in all kinds of disciplines, often resulting in death.

Sentrafomest III was not a taster. With his now 32 wives, he had already fathered hundreds of children and did his best to keep it going.

His current favorite, Bläcktar, had been born nineteen years ago now. The patriarch himself turned 119 this year.

The average life expectancy of a Tahlender was 150 years, meaning, of course, SKELLET years.

The space station moved in a SKELLET year once around the solar constellations. It covered 756 million kilometers.

Bläcktar would fight his fifth battle in two weeks. He had not been defeated so far and had even killed a second cousin in the process.

It had been no intention behind it, nevertheless such things happened now and then.

Sentrafomest III had awarded him the still young wife of the cousin as a trophy. She could choose to accept Bläcktar as a husband or to work as a slave in the energy caverns for the preservation and conversion of oxygen and recyclable waste products.

Bläcktar himself, however, had not yet decided, and so Tahea was still tolerated in her dead husband's quarters.

Markstarak and Carolin were approached by two space servants.

Follow us. We will take you to the reception room of Patriarch Sentrafomest III.

One of the Tahlender looked at Carolin a little more closely. When his gaze fell on the bondage fields, he wrinkled his nose but said nothing. The path led through a new, fantastic world.

The walls were hung with the most diverse paintings. Now and then even the wall itself had been painted.

Especially hunting scenes on a primeval planet were repeated many times.

On the floor were old but clean carpets. One thicker than the other.

Now the wall painting changed and showed love scenes in clear pose. With color had not been spared. One had the impression that the more colorful and colorful, the better.

And the frivolous scenes also increased. Carolin no longer knew where she could look without having to watch several men with one woman or several women with one man