524,000 years ago on what we now know as the planet Mars, then a moon of Earth.......
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Persephone and Josephine stood on the farthest dock of Atlanka City as they watched the last transport take off. The port was now silent; the only sound that could be heard were the few birds in the air. Atlanka was a Mobile Star Base that resembled an immense flat bird. Atlanka had been retired to Mesira over 2,000 years ago due to space frame age and torsional stress in the Main Engines. She was deemed unfit for further service and decommissioned as a permanent metropolis on Mesira. The City's Mobile Infrastructure had fallen into disrepair, and Persephone's team had only barely managed to get the Transit Systems online. Nobody knew if her Engines would engage. It was dusk on Mesira, the sky crimson with ribbons of orange dancing in the distance. The mid-afternoon sun shone low in the sky; it was the City's last day on Mesira. The dock, which was a gently brushed gold, was pretty ordinary for a Sirian Star Base. It was a Transit Station that serviced all incoming and outgoing transports. Persephone was short for a Sirian woman; her features were delicate and refined. Her hair was a brilliant strawberry blonde, the colour of a thousand breakings of the dawn. Josephine, a taller, more strongly featured brunette, was the farthest thing from intimidating. She and Persephone were sisters, and both were scared to death. They stood watching the sunset for what would be Mesira’s the last evening. Josephine stared up at the incoming asteroid. “Seph, do you think it'll work?” Persephone gazed up at the harbinger of their doom. “It has to, Jo; we're out of time.” Both women clasped hands and closed their eyes as they felt the Transporter engage. Taven was in the Centre seat, “let me see it.” Two rectangular plates on either side of the forward section of the Bridge retracted and slid into the wall. Two brushed silver cylinders slid out and locked into place. Plasma energy coursed over the cylinders. Two teal arcs of lightning struck between them as the Main Screen was electrified with rippling currents of raw energy. Then there it was – large, ominous and completely unstoppable; it made Taven's blood boil. Taven sat back in his chair, “this is it, hang on!”
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Two weeks before...
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Atlanka rested on the shore of a reasonably large bay; the white sand glistened in the late morning sun. The City shone like a golden beacon out over the water. It was a fairly ordinary day, vehicles floated along the streets, and people went here and there. All in all, it was a day not unlike any other on a thousand worlds in the Sirian Empire. The Sirian Council Building was in the city's centre; it was shaped like a great hollow circle. Outside were a series of holographic fountains and landscaped gardens; a woman walked past the inside of the front doors and headed down a hallway. The hallway was brushed gold in colour with amber accents dotting the corridors. The hall was tiled in sandstone marble with columns every few feet. Computer Touch Panels dotted the halls, and a few plants were scattered here and there. Persephone was walking down the hallway leading to the Third Minister's Office. She wore a light orange turtleneck sweater with a white skirt that fluttered at the knee. Skirts, in general, had gone out of widespread usage a long time ago, but she found something comforting about them and felt more at home in them than in slacks. “Seph!” - “Seph!?” The voice called from behind her, a voice she knew all too well. She turned her head, and a smile crept along her lips with a giggle she couldn't resist. “Yes, Taven, what is it?” Taven was a well-built gentleman, quite handsome in all respects. His hair was chestnut-brown; he was tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms, a typical military man - one Persephone found to be both irresistible and a joy to tease. Taven looked positively out of breath, “thanks for finally stopping; do you have any idea how hard it is to find you sometimes?” Persephone looked at the wall, "you know; you could just ask SARA?" Taven rested his hands on his knees and caught his breath, "I tried that, and SARA couldn't find you." Persephone looked at the Badge on her wrist, "oops, I think I turned it off." Taven shook his head “you are an evil, evil woman.” Persephone leaned closer and patted his cheek, “mmm-hmm, I know, that's why you love me,” She rustled his hair and beamed a smile. “Now, what's so all-fired important that you had to make me late for an appointment with the Third Minister?” He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, “well, are we still on for dinner tomorrow?” She looked him in the eyes and tried to be sincere (only half succeeding) “well, of course, I don't go to all the trouble of making plans, then cancel at the last minute.” Taven looked like someone who’d just had the weight of the world taken off of his shoulders. “Phew, it's been worrying me for two days now.” Persephone grabbed his nose between her first and second finger and wiggled it, “come on, you know me better than that; don't be so silly; I'll see you tomorrow evening,” she grinned. Taven wrapped his arms warmly around her, giving her a gentle hug, “okay, I’ll see you then; sorry I made you late.”
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Persephone began to walk towards the Third Minister's Office; she looked back over her shoulder, flicking her fingers in a goodbye motion, “oh, that's perfectly fine, Tav; I'll make sure Sorvan knows who to blame, tootles,” and with that, she turned the corner. As Persephone walked into the office, she caught the scent of lilac; she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting every part of the smell saturate her senses; she enjoyed the moment. “Mmm,” she thought; the office was a brushed gold colour with inlaid brown marble ringed in amber. In front of her was a brushed gold desk and some variety of potted plant. Sorvan was quite the Horti-culturalist, but occasionally he suffered from a black thumb. Not able to bask in nostalgia for long, she shook herself back to reality and walked into the room. “Minister, you asked to see me?” She kept a reasonably rigid pose and listened. Sorvan was a tall and firmly built man who commanded presence around him. He was far older than Persephone, grey lines dotting his hair and crow's feet hanging around his steel-blue eyes, but for all his stern appearance, he was as soft as a rose petal. “Seph, when are you going to drop the stiff back and learn to relax?” She grinned mischievously, “oh, I don't intend to; I know how much you enjoy the attention.” Sorvan chuckled and showed her to a couch “have a seat, my dear,” he motioned to the end of the sofa...
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Mars, 522,000 BCE. Atlanka City, part of the Sirian Imperial Alliance sits on the Martian landscape on a sandy white beach, beside a majestic sapphire blue ocean. A peaceful place of trade, learning, and exploration until disaster strikes. From the depths of space, hurtling towards the planet, a seemingly uncontrollable and massive asteroid is on a collision course. Only Persephone, Director of the Sirian Institute of Science has the courage to take control and avert disaster. From the deepest part of the solar system, where the S.I.V. Jovus, Solaran and Helia, three of the Empire's most advanced Star Ships attempt to destroy the asteroid, to the bowels of Atlanka City, where Persephone and her sister Josephine must try to outsmart a dynamic artificial intelligence, bent on stopping their efforts at all costs. The Exodus is an emotional roller-coaster, that takes the reader from despair to the deepest moments of human love and compassion. It highlights the absolute best of humanity in the most dire of situations; from the S.I.V. Solaran being struck by a fragment of asteroid, to the Helia rescuing the Solaran from a repair dock, before Mars is obliterated. The Exodus is sure to inspire readers of all ages. We have so much we cannot explain, so many monuments that are nameless. So much of our history is lost in time. Are we really so sure of our origins..........
I grew up in a fairly large city in Southern Ontario. Even as a child I felt something was off with the way people around me treated each other. Being young I simply accepted it and tried my best to live with it. As I matured into adulthood, I began to realize the feeling I had that something was very wrong with the world wasn't just in my little corner of it, it was a global issue. People weren't just being unkind to each other locally this was a truly international problem, I watched as terror attacks were made, first in Oklahoma then in New York. I watched Militaries respond with unrelenting force, racking up kills but ultimately accomplishing very little. As I entered my twenties I discovered quite by accident Television Shows like Ancient Aliens and America Unearthed. They spoke to me, calling me to envision a world before the one we know, a world where people worked together without the nagging issue of how much will you pay me, or the tired old song of what is it worth to you. In a single sleepless night Dawn of Man was born from the issues I saw around me day in and day out, it is an expression both of trying to understand who we are and how we came to the place we are at today and also, it attempts to unravel some of our deepest mysteries using logical and reasonable explanations. While it is a work of fiction, it is designed to encourage people to envision the type of world they wish for themselves and those whom they know and care about. I firmly believe that we are not a society of countries separated by borders but one race and one people all joined together, living in concert upon this beautiful planet. When our hourglass runs dry and we are in our last moments upon this globe, the only things that truly matter are who we loved, the good deeds we did, what we learned and who will continue in our place to carry on our legacy...
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