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Starting at 3am Eastern time. Sale goes on for 48 hours.
Do me a favor, if you actually read it after getting it for free, write a review 🙂
OK so up to this point I’ve blogged and tweeted, updated my Facebook feed and hooked all my various digital incarnations together so
that I can update them all at the same time…Digital ubiquity has been achieved. I’ve published a book, so Digital publishing was achieved.
Tonight, as Darth Vader would say, “the circle is now complete”
My birthday present was a Kindle II from my family. And of course the first thing I loaded was…an excerpt of my book, Urtaru, available on Amazon’s Kindle service. Being the geek, I tried a whole mess of things first…reading the users manual on the Kindle, using the rudimentary web browser to look at my blog, but I finally got around to seeing my book on a real Kindle. I suppose the event was equivalent to that which a writer who gets a first copy of a paper published book has when they get that first copy. The feel that tactile feedback of hanging on to that first copy of their work wasn’t the same, but I’m a geek. I was just psyched to download the excerpt. And it looked beautiful.
Up to this point I always saw my book on the MacBook screen rendered by a PDF reader. Now I saw it on the medium that it was intended to be delivered on. I come from an emotional people so, I admit, having my own kindle, with my own book overwhelmed me emotionally. I was on the verge of tears.
This was a significant effort on my part. Its 350 pages of Sci-Fi Fantasy. It took me 20 months to write and about another year to really clean up. I want to thank the other writers on Authonomy.com, several of my friends, and my elder son who all gave me honest feedback which I have used to get the book to the (at least) digital publishable state.
My review on the kindle itself? Well there’s something almost Newton about it. It’s a cool and a bit awkward. It doesn’t have a mouse or a stylus or a touchscreen. The keyboard is a little weird but functional…
But the text is BEAUTIFUL. Even reading websites that aren’t rendered specifically for the kindle, the text was AWESOME.
Of course this wasn’t the DX…but the size is manageable. It fit in my hand.
As you can tell I’m very excited. As I use it more I’ll provide more feedback but WOO HOO!
PS if you have an iPhone or a Kindle, consider at least downloading an excerpt of my book, you might be surprised. I don’t consider myself a flunky, this was the real thing.
I present the part of book 2 that I have written so far. about 3000 words. I have to get to 10000 words to put it up on Authonomy to start getting reviewed there.
Remember, book 1 is published on the Amazon Kindle and the Kindle for iPhone and available for purchase today..see the link over on the right…you can read more on my website…
Urtaru II: The Judge
A Science Fiction Novel
By Armen Chakmakjian
Dearest Adam, Crown Prince, my only and very dear son,
You are named Adam Willem. I’ve presented to you before that that all oldest sons in our family that bear the Urtaru surname are named Adam first, and then given the name of a central figure in the father’s life as their middle name. Your grandfather was named Pascal Adam Scintilla and he was the second son. This was the one deviation in a long line of eponymous descendants of the great Adam Urtaru. Your grandfather was originally named Adam Scintilla and took on the moniker “Pascal” when the Escisian monks referred to him in that manner during his youth in exile on Barabrum.
He and your grandmother named me Adam Philip-Augustus, after Philip Augustus, Emperor, known as the Righteous. Although I never met Philip, his historical presence was palpable in our royal daily family life. My father, the Prince Consort, revered Philip like a father, a replacement for the father he lost on Naerius.
Philip was an amazing man, as you know from your studies of the history of that time. His ability to plan, counter-plan, predict and react to uncertainty was singular in our history. His abilities to read a man were incredible (so I am told). Your grandfather attempted all his life to live up to the legacy that Philip left him. Philip’s abilities were singular, however, and although your grandfather may have emulated him, it was an inexact copy.
That being said, the Prince Consort, was a notable man in his own right. He was utterly fearless for his own safety, but simultaneously had a protective streak for all those around him. He had a way of gaining people’s trust immediately upon their first meeting. Of course this was not a universal ability to gain trust. There were legendary people to whom your grandfather was anathema. From your studies of the history of that time, those people could be allied with him as well as his enemies. To these few but important people, Pascal, Lord Urtaru, was inscrutable – an enigma – whose easy ways with people and whose ability to gain the immediate trust were in themselves a threat. Two people who were of this ilk were of course Edward the Usurper, as well as your Uncle Owen’s namesake, Lt. Owen Tagget, E.B.
Edward II, from the historical material that I have been able to gather (and from the little that your grandfather was willing to share with me), was a completely unstable person, much like his own father. He could be brilliant at military tasks, a great person to have at your side during a fight, but completely out of his element in any responsibility that had to deal with the subtlety of human behavior. As you may also have read, Edward and your grandmother, Veronica, Empress, were married, but the marriage was annulled by Veronica in the ancient rite (by suing her family).
One other person about whom I must tell you about. I consider him the most important person in my life, beside my parents and your mother (and you and your siblings of course). This was the gray monk, Captain Willem Proctor, E.B., who we honored by giving you his name as your middle name. Just as your Uncle Owen was named after the other gray monk, Owen, who saved your grandfather’s life, you received this name.
Willem was the mentor of both your father and me, and knew our similarities, differences, abilities and limitations. He was my confidant and my teacher. That is not to take away from your grandfather, who was a great man in his own right. However, your grandfather was a flawed man, in my judgement.
Of course, historians will opine on whether we are the men of destiny or not. Nevertheless, your grandfather was bigger than life given his beginnings. I’m writing these memories of him now as my end is approaching because I want to you understand a time that is quite different than the environment you were raised in and what you may become.
Adam, I have entrusted in you the secret of my demise. I could not explain to anyone, not even your mother the true extent of my difficulties. If anyone had known, it would have put the whole empire in peril. As the great Dolist father wrote in his lament:
The wicked oppress me and surround me
They have now followed me to my doorstep
They have set their eyes low to hide their intent
As a hunter seeing his prey, they lie in wait
Looking for the moment of rest or weakness
And they will pounce on me and drag me from my home
As you know, son, if the Barsifi King Maarumorti had known my secret, he would have set upon us a great set of difficulties. The Albion King, Henry, while joined with us in the great Dolist league, and not a perfidious ally, can be considered somewhat unreliable. His mother was an iron-willed woman who the empire could do business with. I always felt that, as opposed to the Barsifi King who was a hardened foe waiting for an opportunity to pounce, King Henry was an ally looking for other opportunities should things go badly.
This relationship with the Albion was the special work of your grandfather and did for a time bring much stability to areas where our common interest was palpable. To some extent, the relationship thrived only because of the Prince Consort, and not because of the others involved ever articulated their particular interests.
I’d like to recount the period from when I was about 10 years old when I joined my father on one of his missions…
“Fight me Adam! Do not let up! You must build up your strength! I will teach you later how to goad a warrior into the attack but you must first understand how they fight!” Pascal was yelling over the din in the training room. Soldiers of all ages were training to fight hand to hand combat with swords and other simple weapons.
Adam Philip-Augustus Urtaru, Prince of Raslavon, heir to the throne was 10 years old. He was a very smart child, appearing to be a miniature version of Pascal, Prince Consort. The main physical distinction were the eyes. Whereas Pascal’s eyes were hazel-gray, Apa’s (the familiar name, short for Adam Philip-Augustus) were hazel – almost green. The physical appearance aside, temperamentally they were quite different. Whereas Pascal was a jokester, playing with people’s words, Apa would respond plainly and earnestly to any conversation.
“Again, I can parry your every blow, don’t worry about it now. When you are older I will worry when we do this. Now you must fight!”
Adam swung his short sword with every ounce of his energy, he was trying to beat his father. Off to the side, his 9 year old brother Owen watched intently.
“Apa, hit him hard.”
Adam stopped. “Can you do better?”
Owen got up. Pascal smiled. Owen was always ready for a test of strength, even in his diminutive stature. Owen sized up Pascal who was at least a foot taller than him.
“I can try anyway!” and suddenly took a stroke at his father. Pascal easily parried the blow but noted Owen’s strength. Built to fight. Amazing.
Adam was now the age that Pascal had lost his own father. Something clicked in Pascal on the date of his son’s 10th birthday. Always reminiscing and brooding over his mother, he rarely thought about his father, except when told to explain his lineage. Now his father’s memory loomed large in his passing thoughts. What would my father think? What would my father do in this situation?
Much of this was lost on Adam, even though he was his father’s most ardent observer. Pascal also ruminated over his son’s observant behavior because he did not remember watching his own father with such deep interest. His father was an episodic figure in his life, almost like a book. With a book, you might read a bit, then put it down and take on other activities. Pascal likened Adam’s reaction to him as a judge in a court rather than the reader of a book.
Owen thrust at this father again hard. “Good move, Owen, but protect…always protect.”
“Baba you are playing with me.” Owen was getting frustrated and swinging his sword even harder.
“One day it will not be play, and you will have to hurt someone.”
“You are not getting any farther than I was.” Adam said triumphantly to taunt Owen.
“Well maybe you can lend a hand then?”
At that invitation, Adam jumped up and joined the fight against his father. Pascal deftly parried blows from both of his children. “Fight hard, both of you. There will come a day where you will not be allowed to hold back!”
A crowd of training soldiers started to gather around watching the Prince Consort and the heirs fighting away. Cheers went up at each blow the children struck that was parried.
Suddenly a blow from Owen came a bit too close to Pascal and his instinct took over. Tangling Owen’s sword for a moment, Pascal kicked Apa aside and heaved Owen back. Owen landed on his back and the shock gave way to crying. Pascal was breathing heavily as the fight gave way to shock. “Owen are you alright?”
A couple of soldiers went up to him and looked him over.
Adam looked at him from his seated position on the ground. He had that judgmental stare on his face. Pascal looked back at him and sighed.
“Baba, you shouldn’t have done that.”
Pascal walked over to Owen. He checked him over and saw that he was more shocked than hurt. “You’ll be fine. You can’t cry your way out of a fight.”
“That’s not the point, Baba,” Adam said sternly from across the room.
“You will both need to learn. Better now while you are safe. Anyway, that is enough for today.”
Pascal, having been raised by the Escisian monks, did not really understand the role of a father in a pre-teenager’s education. What he relied on was his experiences with Willem and the Escisians at the orphanage. As this was his only frame of reference and knowing all the valuable skills that he was taught by the priest-warriors, he made a petition to the Escisian order’s central authority to have Willem assigned to the court of Empress Veronica as a teacher for the young Princes of the Empire.
The reply he received was curious:
The Escisian order is honored that the Royal family has chosen to employ one of our brothers in the education of the Princes. It is unfortunate at this time that Captain Proctor is not available for this opportunity. We will be sending someone in his place who is as qualified.
Pascal was taken aback by this. How do you turn down the Royal House? Why not Willem? Pascal went to Veronica with this news.
“I can’t believe it. They know that Willem was my tutor and is who I think is the best man for the job. Why would they send someone else?” Pascal wondered out loud to her.
Veronica as always had feel for these situations. “It is quite possible that Willem is busy with some other monkish duty.”
Pascal was irritated. Over the years, his resolute patience had shown signs of breaking down. It usually came in situations that were personal affronts rather than imperial affronts. He could handle a whole empire sticking its thumb in his eye, but if an individual did, he’d take them to task. “I think I will press my case with them. Adam’s training requires the best teacher and that is Willem, I will not abide with any substitute.”
“Adam, I will be going to visit the Albion on their home planet Alba. You will accompany me,” Pascal said while running his hand through Adam’s hair with fatherly pride.
Adam looked at him in his judgmental way. “Baba, what will I do there while you speak to the adults?”
“You will sit at my side and learn. You have stared at me for ten years, now we will use your powers of observation as your classroom. This is how the business of the galaxy is done, and you as heir-apparent must understand these things.”
“Of course.” Adam replied, smiling slightly. “But can Owen come? I think he’d could learn too. I’ll need his advice when I am Emperor.”
Pascal tipped his head slightly to one side. Amazing child…far beyond his age in understanding.
“Owen cannot come. He is too young and your mother would not allow more than one heir to the throne on a trip should something occur. This is the dilemma of our position.”
Adam understood, but he didn’t like it. Owen was his best friend and confidant. He knew he’d be lonely with only his father. Pascal was always busy talking and negotiating. To say that Adam felt neglected was a bit strong. He knew that his father could be distracted by completing tasks.
“When will we be leaving, Baba?”
“Our departure will be in 2 weeks. The trip will take 3 months and during that time you will be in training. We have arranged for an Escisian monk to be with us, and I’m hoping that I can convince the order to provide Willem, my mentor, whom I trust implicitly. He will teach you how to fight, to communicate and to pray.”
“Baba, why praying? I already have had my religious training and I serve as an acolyte now.”
“The three topics go together. You have learned the religious without understanding your physical self. Knowing your limits and how to communicate correctly within the bounds of religion can make you a powerful figure. Your namesake Philip Augustus, the Righteous, understood this.”
“You are still trying to convince me, but you haven’t told me why.”
He’s so intelligent. I forget that my ability to win people over stops with him. Pascal grinned a little bit to one side. “OK my small tadavor, I will tell you why. Because in life you will be presented with situations where the choice between good and evil is not so easy to discern. You’ll have to make a choice between supporting someone who you feel is right but you will also have responsibility. You’ll have to fight someone or something that in any other case you might support. And you’ll have to explain yourself to the Empire, and when you have to articulate that choice, I hope that you prayed beforehand looking for guidance. We go nowhere without God and his righteous messenger Dol, our sacrifice.”
Adam pondered this for a second staring through his father. “Tell me about a situation where you had to make a choice like that, Baba.”
Pascal hesitated. His choices were not always so difficult. The child had once again tripped him up. He himself had not had to make that choice. The closest choice he made that approached this was choosing to join his Barabreen comrades drilling beneath the Darjiki in the Battle of Micah. He could have stayed above ground and fought with the monks. Truly there was little gained in the overall battle by his joining them, except as emotional support to them.
“I have yet to have to make choose between equally distasteful options where praying would have made sense. I predict thought that you as Emperor will have to make a choice like that.”
A week before the trip would begin, an Escisian transport arrived in Micah. Pascal went out to greet the visitor at the spaceport. Pascal was hoping that the Escisians would have relented but the final word had come that another monk would be assigned for the trip. This brother was a portly fellow with a broad smile and a wisp of hair on his head. Pascal immediately recognized him from the battle of Micah, Bre’ Sebastien. He came off the transport, kissed the ground, said a prayer, and got up and greeted Pascal with “Tuto De Dola Nika Cor ig Des Domo!” the motto of the Escisian order, “With the sign of Dol, conquer hearts and see God”.
Pascal responded with Eo-bun, roughly “So be it”.
The jolly monk immediately got to business. “Your highness, the Escisian order would like to inform you that although I have been given the privilege of accompanying you on your journey and performing some initial training of the heir-apparent, I will be replaced on your arrival on Alba.”
“Really! By whom?” Pascal responded with a stern look.
The jolliness suddenly left Sebastien. “The Escisian order is happy to inform you that Captain Proctor will be meeting you on Alba.”
Pascal was a taken aback by this. “Why have they relented?”
“I do not have an answer to that question directly from our superiors, however I do know that Captain Proctor was either on a mission or on a sabbatical, both of which are held in secrecy in our order.”
Pascal’s demeanor changed abruptly. “Well then Bre’, let me take you to the palace and introduce you to the royal family. The Empress is
So I start with a letter about Pascal and his time from Pascal’s son to his grandson. It recounts the characters from the first book and then explains the tricky relationship between Pascal, Prince Consort and Lord of Naerius and leaves off with a “let me recount the first mission I went on your with grandfather…”
From there on the 3rd person narration comes back.
The idea of the the son being the judge of Pascal (as well as the allegorical “judge” from a traditional interpretation of the bible for his whole empire) is the basis of the story. The judgement that needs to be rendered on Pascal comes down to what appears to be a sideshow to intergalactic politics. Pascal must deal make a choice: to collaborate with a group of Naerian trying to create a show of terror to highlight the plight of their people or to work to suppress them in the context of intergalactic peace (and his own interpretation of his destiny).
It’s a tough choice. He has a unrequited desire to get back to his home planet. He could use the people of his race as a means to an end…and whichever way he goes, his son Adam, heir to the throne is watching him and judging him…and will have to fix things in Pascal’s wake.
Anyway, that’s the idea.
So I’m working on the second book in the trilogy: Urtaru II: The Judge. My idea is to write this in the first person as Adam Philip-Augustus Urtaru, the 2nd of 3 of 3 in the prophecy writes a compendium of information for his son, who is the 3rd of 3. Essentially he will be building a case against his own father, Pascal Adam Scintilla, who makes some devastating mistakes later in life. In the process he pronounces judgement on his father. Pascal knew (from his dream sequence in the first book) that his son would be his judge.
Anyway, the Judge being a powerful metaphor in the Bible, I think I can build a story around it. In the first book I used the biblical metaphor of the Ancient City as a basis for the actions of the characters, and I used the Battle of Vienna as the historical story around which the actions of the battling armies and leaders were acting. The Judges in the Old Testament gave way to Kings and there is something in that that can be used as the basis for the character transformation of the 2nd of 3. Putting aside the religious stuff for a moment, the Bible has great stories and metaphors that are central our western understanding about the conflict between good and evil.
The other idea that I have is that the American Civil war is the perfect model for the next intergalactic conflict that the urtaru clan must deal with. The American Civil war had many “personalities” which you could base characters on. Lincoln, Seward, Grant, McClellan, Lee, Davis just to name a few, it’s ripe picking one or two as character profiles. Of course, the 2nd of 3 is also supposed to be based on my father, so his personality traits will seep into the text, especially the judgements he let me in on about his own father and his attitudes on education, work and moving from one place to civilization to another.
So anyway, that’s the idea. Given that it took me about 20 months to put the first book together, this is going to take some time. By that point either the Kindle will be mainstream or it will be another palm pilot handheld (useful and ubiquitous for a while and then nothing). Wish me luck.
Supposedly in 24 to 72 hours my book will appear on the Kindle site. I had to scramble to make a book cover so that it had something to show when it listed it.
The publishing process itself wasn’t so bad. I had to take the book which I have written in Apple’s Pages, export it to Word format, dump it to html and then upload it. At that point I was able to see flaws in my stuff. In one section (the piece I put here in a previous blog entry) the settings for the footnotes got all screwed up and ended up as end notes. Being as how this wouldn’t make sense since these were footnotes for a chapter which was being presented as a excerpt from another text, and not the whole book I had to play with the HTML to get it to the right place.
Once I fixed that I noticed that on the very last page, I never indicated that book was finished. So I added some text to indicate that this was the end of the first of 3 books.
Setting the price was strange. I have no gd clue how much this book is worth. and Amazon gives me 35% of the price that I list it for. so if they sell it for more I get screwed. But if they sell it for less, there’s a chance that they’ll lose money.
So in a couple of days, the book should be available for kindle download. I haven’t heard that people are getting rich beyond their wild avaricious dreams but you never know if someone likes it and wants to make a movie 😉
OK so I finished my science fiction novel just before starting school again. 348 pages. I spread these kinds of explanatory reference chapters throughout the book so that people can understand what’s going on. They are to be read as if from a future text written to explain these times. Given the limitations of the blog editor (and not wanting to go into the html and try to format it for hours) I moved all the footnotes to the end. Also, the chapter number is to be taken as it was from that future text. In my novel, this actually appears as chapter 9.
Anyway, enjoy reading.
During the Pre-Naerian period two competing prophetic texts and eschatologies were used by men to vie for control of known space. The religion behind each eschatology consisted of a mythological messianic figure around whom hope and eternal favor was sought. The historical spread of these religions had some cultural biases that they exploited.
Both of these religions grew from a common monotheistic myth. This myth was based on a single god that created and destroyed at will. That god created the universe and under his watch individuals had to prove their worth and goodness daily. This proto-religion started on planet Naerius but now that religion is lost to time. Naerius is a mountainous and rocky planet with great storms and extreme changes in weather which inspired this belief in a fickle lord of the universe.
One of the competing religions had a messianic figure who was cast as a mythological divine sacrifice. His tenure in the universe was marked by his rejection rather than acceptance of temporal authority. There was no physical conquest but rather spiritual and intellectual. This religion was so closely identified with its messianic figure that it had the eponymous name “Dol-Tarprush” or “Dol our sacrifice” in Albion.
Dol descended from the stars to Naerius and during a period of off world hegemony preaching his new form of human interaction based on love of others and self-sacrifice. Dol was a strangely charismatic figure and caused more trouble by avoiding direct confrontation with authority than by indicting it. Eventually he could no longer avoid a confrontation with authority and in an epic battle in which his crazed followers attempted to protect him, he was captured and killed in a gruesomely slow and painful way. He was slowly tortured and eviscerated. Long ago, the people of Naerius aligned themselves with “Dol-Tarprush”.
His death was broadcast into every direction of known space as an example to all what fate awaited them. Of course the opposite of the desired effect happened. Whereas his death should have been the end of his religion, it continued to spread initially under the radar of temporal authority through the close by Raslavon system and eventually to the Albion system across several other systems.
Dolism’s spread was rapid through races in which religious life and secular life were somewhat separated and more personal. In these systems there was a common thread of viewing both religious and secular authority with some degree of skepticism. Although each pervaded a person’s life, and somewhat controlled it, the two were never merged in any of those systems into the rule of a theocrat. In fact the philosophical view in those systems was such that it was healthy that the two opposed each other…each giving way to the other in a time or event that was appropriate.
Several centuries later1, and in direct response to Dol’s death, a separate movement arose on the Barsifi home world. The name of that religion from the ancient tongue from which it arose was “Khardish” roughly translated into Albion as “submission”. The mythological figure who led this movement of cleansing was Ramesh, who was fully human but whose actions and victories seemed to portend divine backing.
After seeing the transmission of Dol’s death, Ramesh was so affected that in a dream that night he saw a vision of many super-beings sitting at a table and giving him the mission to cleanse the universe of its barbarity and particularly Naerius. In his dream, the super-beings who were organized somewhat in a pantheon, ordered him to have the universe submit to their will. Hence the name “Khardish” or submission.
The revelation was provided to him by the pantheon of 20 beings the head of which identified himself as the source of the monotheistic belief. He noted that the other 19 were of his race, but only he had authority over creation. The others interacted with the creation but could only affect the outcome of events but not create or destroy directly.
Ramesh, awaking from his dream, began to scribble down what he had seen and the message to creation. “Submit or be conquered” was the first message. Each night for 14 nights, Ramesh was given new insight into the history of the universe and the desires of the creator and of the members of his race. He compiled these revelations in a book call Yeraz. He carried this book into battle and was virtually invincible. He led his horde of conquering races across the quadrant and enveloped Naerius. 2
At this point the Raslavon empire had begun to form and seeing that the cradle of their religion was about to be taken, they fought a great battle with the Barsifi, each claiming divine recognition for their deeds.
Ramesh was stopped here. This wave of conquest spanned the latter part of his life, and at the pinnacle of his power when he was just about to take the seed of iniquity (Naerius) and cleanse it, he disappeared without a trace. Khardish philosophers of the subsequent era opined that he was assumed into the pantheon awaiting for a situation in which to return.
Successive generations of followers watched the Barsifi influence slowly drained until once again they were contained in their own space. In the power vacuum, the Darjiki race became ascendant and fought wars under the banner of Khardish with Raslavon. Naerius passed back and forth between their empires for many centuries having only sporadic self rule.
The unique nature of the Darjiki was that they attempted to separate secular rule with Khardish. In all the systems in which Khardish was the prevailing religion, the Darjiki were viewed as blasphemers or at least usurpers of Ramesh’s religion. To these traditionalists, religion and secular authority were one and the same and the Darjiki system a blight.
In both the collected sayings of Dol, and the revelations given to Ramesh, there is a similar eschatology. In different allegory, they speak of a three generation war, in which Naerius would be the center of conflict and field of Armageddon. Both eschatologies dealt with the return of an object to Naerius which we assume was to change interstellar relations amongst the warring clans.
Albion philosophers for centuries had argued these two prophecies were of the same myth. The interpretation of both stories say it would take 3 successive generations of one family, a patriarch who would attempt to return home but gain power outside of Naerius. He would pass the mantle of return to his son and he also would fail to return but take another great power down, and finally a grandson who wuld restore order in the galaxy on his father’s death and retake his rightful place.
This would normally be sufficient mythological and eschatological information to explain many of the things that were reported to have happened during the period known as the “Urtaric peace”. From writings of that era we see the evidence of belief that a force was unleashed by the 3rd of 3 as he was known, Adam Willem Urtaru, Emperor of the Known Universe. The legend of the time was that Emperor Urtaru placed a sacred object in its lair and by this his rule was sanctified and peace was spread.3
The involvement of the far off Albion Empire in the ascendance of the Urtaru clan to power was another historical curiosity. The Albion philosophers at the time had determined from their readings of Dol’s and Ramesh’s works that there was an active temporal power which would carry the prophesied hero back to his home-world. They of course convinced themselves that they were that power, and this is why they insinuated themselves in the tribulations and wars between the various empires far away from their home system. Trade, diplomacy, religion, and war were all tools at their disposal to affect the return which they believed would benefit them as a race.
1 The several century delay in transmission and reception was due to the ancient radio frequency broadcast used widely at the time. Our modern message accelerating spatial synaptic technology had not been invented.
2Interstellar travel and our modern methods of communication seemed to arise at this time amongst the various systems. Anthropologist and Historians today still ponder how a technology could become manifest across the universe in diverse systems concurrently. Earlier historians of this era consider this a miracle, although more recent works of Prof. Theodore Barsanti (published in 25487) attempt to dispute any miraculous intervention.
3 We know now from the historians and diarists of the era that what was truly unleashed was a reorganization of the various smaller empires which he conquered within a short time of taking power.