Chapter 1: Returning to Earth
All
was silent in the dark of space behind the Moon. Silent except for the endless
radio signals rushing back and forth through Earths satelite network. The moon´s
surface lay barren, quietly reflecting cascades of sunlight toward the planet
around which it circled. There in the silence and coming from Earth, a small
vessel approached the place where the American lunar landing module had once
been set down in 1967. The vessel didn´t land, but simply hovered above the
NASA site, humming above the spot, waiting. Painted on the side of the vessel
was a symbol of an eye inside a triangle and next to this what looked like a
giant snake around a ball. It was the symbol of a people once worshipped as
gods by the indigenous population of the planet. In the vacuum of space a cloud
gathered close to the small vessel. Sparkling with energy a bubble of bright
white light grew stronger and from the center of the bubble a large space ship
appeared. It had an image on the side similar to the one on the smaller vessel
and next to it the word “Mjolner” written in Runes. The captain of the small
vessel smiled. He was really looking forward to seeing his old friend and
commander, who´s company he hadn´t had the pleasure of for almost two
centuries. He called up ‘Mjolner’ transfering the security codes and an
appropriate greeting. The response was immidiate and friendly.
“So
good to hear your voice,” Loki heard a voice say, “you are clear to embark.”
“Likewise,
Commander Thor,” Loki replied as he entered the code for the engagement
procedure, “I crave for some decent food, so I hope you brought some.”
“You
bet, Loki,” Thor responded, “In fact, Sif is in the kitchen right now,
preparing a hero´s meal.”
Loki
smiled and glanced out the window for one final look at the vast emptiness of
what the Vikings used to call ‘Ginnungagab,’ a word they had taken from the
Aseir language and translated to their own tongue. It simply meant ‘never
ending gap’ and while the Aseir used it to describe the essence of space, to
the locals it was the feared concept that if you ever crossed the edge of the
world, you would fall down and forfeit your life, both the present and the
afterlife.
Loki
had mixed feelings about the humans. He liked them just as much as most Aseir
did, although he wasn´t technically an Aseir, but rather a renegade Yetten. Still,
something bothered him about the way the Aseir treated them. It was almost as
if they bowed to these barbaric and backwords beings, instead of saving them
from themselves - or at least ignoring them. However,
this wasn´t for Loki to decide and as long as Thor was the commander, Loki would
follow his orders.
As he approached the docking area
he recited to himself his report on the progress on the surface. He would
emphasize the importance of Tjalfe and Roeskva and the fact that they still
showed no signs of remembering anything. He knew how important this was to Thor
and he meant to be sure not to leave anything out, however tedious it may seem.
As for the other events, he had no clue what to tell Thor. How could he explain
that somehow parts of their secret had been uncovered by simple humans? It shouldn´t
have happened. It couldn´t have happened. But it had… A small group of humans
were slowly gaining knowledge about the Fyrkat Project.
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