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The Black Mau Chronicles is finally being considered by a publisher…

Posted in graphic novels and Comics, Science Fiction Writers & Authors, Taj Sonchai's The Black Mau Chronicles on January 27, 2011 by blog4tsotsm

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I’ve rewritten this first installment of the BMC so many times since 2007. Through all of my various distractions and and reinventing of the characters I finally have a product that I truly believe in.  It’s an interesting feeling that you know that you’ve finally have made something the very best that you can make it. I just hope that you the sci-fi loving public find it worthy.

Thanks!

~Taj

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Recruitment:

Posted in I.G.L.E.A^R.E., Science Fiction Writers & Authors, Taj Sonchai's The Black Mau Chronicles on January 20, 2011 by blog4tsotsm

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This is an excerpt from IGLEA^RE. I’d love some feed back. Wilemeana Bast is a Liason with the Federated Planetary Alliance and she has a unique way of recruiting former U.S. President Michael Palmer. Check it out…….

“Good morning Mr. President, I’m Wilemeana Bast. I want to thank you for meeting me on such short notice and in this unconventional way. I apologize but it has to be this way for my own security.”

“Well Ms. Bast, it didn’t seem that I had much choice in the matter now did I? What is this about? You just don’t do things in this manner. You should make an appointment with me like everyone else. I really don’t know who in hell you think you are?”

“Mr. President, are you quite finished? She said in a low even tone.  If you aren’t, I can wait until you are finished complaining like a peevish little woman or we can get to the reason you are here. Let me know.”  She paused…Palmer just looked at her, somewhat amused.

“Lady, you really have a lot of nerve!”

“So I’ve been told. Bast begins to smile. I have arranged breakfast for us. Have whatever you like.” Ms. Bast gestured toward the buffet.

 “I’m not hungry!” retorted Palmer.  Ms. Bast eyes narrowed as she pressed her lips.

“Okay, well then…have a seat… Mr. President you seem to have been having a very controversial couple of years since the establishment of Rare Earth and its membership into the Alliance. There are many people in this country that blame you for the Alien invasion, because it happened on your watch.”

“The ET’s have been here long before I became president. I know that would be hard to prove, but I believe it to be true! During the invasion I was trying to win a war that one, didn’t have anything to do with the people of earth and two, a war we couldn’t have won anyway on our own or with the help of the Alliance. Well, we didn’t lose actually… but in the end we didn’t win. There were way too many casualties and we didn’t destroy the Spliftans or have them surrender to the Earth’s legal authority. But the Alliance has Kiragu Sarang  in custody.  She’s the Spliftan leader. You know what they say, if you cut off the head of the snake the body will die. The good thing is that we don’t have to deal with the Spliftans anymore. I personally welcome all ET’s to this planet that come in peace and want to make Rare Earth a safe planet for all its inhabitants. I want this planet to thrive. I’m glad that my final presidential act was to make Rare Earth part of the Federated Planetary Alliance.”

“I know this and what a terrific sales job Mr. President, and Rare Earth is better for it! This is why I brought you here. Palmer looks at her curiously.  He hadn’t noticed that the droid had placed a plate of bacon, eggs, a slice of toast and black coffee before him as he began to subconsciously eat as he listened to Wilemeana Bast’s explanation. Mr. President, have you ever heard of the “B.A.A.”? This is the acronym for the Bureau of Alien Activities a secret society. Then there’s the Extraterrestrial Intelligence Bureau” Also, known as “E.I.B.”

“No I haven’t, who are they? Are they government sanctioned organizations?”

 “No The Alliance wouldn’t sanction these organizations. My intelligence tells me that these organizations were both formed by G. Medgar Dyson, the former NSA Director. One group is to make things hard for ET’s and the other is to make things worse, maybe even murder them. I have no proof yet, but my Intel is getting close.” Ms.Bast informed him.

 “You must have people on the inside?

 “Yes I do.”

 “But yeah, I know Dyson. He ate fifty yards of Von Strader’s bullshit, or should I say Sarang’s and asked for fifty more.  The sonava bitch! He kisses the ass of whomever he thinks he can gain a little political favor from.” Ms. Bast tilted her head as her eyes narrowed. Then she smiled.

“I take it that you don’t much care for Mr. Dyson?”

“He made my job hell when he began working for the chairman. He let me know exactly what he thought of me when I was no longer his boss. The U.S. didn’t totally cave in to Von Strader’s take over, but at that time we were losing ground in both the House and the Senate for votes to stand clear of his “New World Corporation”. In the proposal the thing seemed perfect for the planet as a whole, especially for the religious fanatics living in fear of this man. It’s very interesting getting a whole country agree on something, let alone a whole planet or at least to consider the possibilities. I imagine that we would have given in if we weren’t distracted by the Spliftan invasion.”

“Hmmm…  Ms. Bast responded. That’s funny to me. The people wanted to follow Von Strader because they thought he was some kind of Messiah. This wasn’t you’re your fault. In fact I remember you resisting joining Von Strader’s camp. I believe he even tried to assassinate you, though it couldn’t be proved.” “He didn’t get me, but he got my wife, Von Strader, Sarang. We talk about Sarang and Von Strader like they’re two different people.” “For a while they were. Just remember that If it weren’t for you and Chaitanobi, there wouldn’t be a Rare Earth and everyone would be dead.  Earth would be a tragic memory.”

 “You know Uhri Chaitanobi?”

 “Yes I do. He’s why I’m here. He is my boss. She paused to let that revelation soak in. Well, Mr. President, this would be a good time to segway into my proposition.”

 “Chaitanobi must have tremendous faith in you. He paused, I’m listening.”

 Ms. Bast took a seat across from the former president. The droid set a cup of coffee next to her. “Thank you Silas. Mr. President, The Supreme has tremendous faith in you as well, which brings me to my point. I’m putting together an independent branch of the Intergalactic Law Enforcement Agency here on Rare Earth. Their purpose will be to deal with intergalactic terrorism and intelligence so that nothing like the Spliftan War will ever happen again. Rare Earth needs this type of agency to protect its people.  As the civil rights laws become more defined and equal between ET’s and humans the agency will help enforce them. The agency will be an equalizer between humans, non-humans and muta- humans. I want you to be IGLEA’s director. I know that you used to be the Director of the C.I.A. before you were Vice President, then President of the United States. Besides, you would have a boring life not working. You want to go back to work.”

 “And how do you know all this Ms. Bast?”

 “I’m as intuitive as they come!”

“As long as IGLEA, works within the laws of Rare Earth and Intergalactic laws. IGLEA will not become the Gestapo.  If we live up to IGLEA’s true intent as it is in other parts of the Alliance, I don’t have a problem with it. The Alliance will give IGLEA the authority. He thought out loud. Then another thought quickly entered his mind.  Tell me Ms. Bast, other than being a gazillionaire, why are you of all people involved with IGLEA?

 “Well first of all Chaitanobi sent me here to recruit you. He believes that you are the perfect man for this position. If you refused the position he wouldn’t have made the offer to anyone else. It was you or no one. You are loved here and you are human. I’m involved because Chaitanobi asked me to be. I’m the emissary between between Rare Earth and the home planets of the Alliance. 

 “Chaitanobi would be our boss then?”

 “No, Chaitanobi is my boss, I’m your boss and you are the boss of everyone else involved.”

 “I see… I have a question that’s been on my mind for some time. Are you an ET? You look very human if you’re not.”

 “What do you think I am? Do you think I’m extraterrestrial?”

To Be Continued…..

© 2012 Taj Sonchai-I*G*L*E*A*^R.E.

The Black Mau story continues….

Posted in graphic novels and Comics, I.G.L.E.A^R.E., Science Fiction Writers & Authors, Taj Sonchai's The Black Mau Chronicles, Uncategorized on January 13, 2011 by blog4tsotsm

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It’s funny how ideas just jump around with writing a story. You jump from the future back into the past, back into the future with a different set of relative characters. Then you develop a thread that ties everyone together and many times the characters don’t know one another. It’s kind of like six degrees of separation. Writing makes me feel omnipotent.

This new story is about after Rare Earth becomes part of the Federated Planetary Alliance and the forming of the “Intergalactic Law Enforcement Agency” on Rare Earth. There is a rival agency on Rare Earth and it’s privately owned by a group of billionaires that don’t like co-existing with extraterrestrials.
This group is called the “Extraterrestrial Intelligence Unit”. Their sole purpose is to discredit and make the R.E. a human based planet like it’s predecessor planet Earth. This will be fun to write. I will keep you posted.

Sciencefictionist-Taj

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