Kirjahaku

Introduction Stardate: 2374-08-24. We have so far, once again still have a lot of enemies out here. That is dodging nearly all those Waring races of Aliens, including the Lycanion's Predator class warships, which were sent to destroy us, or capture us. Now we have made some new friends, and we have acquired upgrades, to the Sumara's defensive capabilities. We are wanted as outlaws, by the Lycanion Empire, for saving innocent lives, who would have suffered a horrible ending to their lives, at the hands of the Lycanions. The Grogans and the Lycanions, had a bounty on us for an astronomical amount of credits, for the capture of our stealth and laser technology. We are once again forced to keep moving through this Universe, with only the Warship Sumara to get us all home; so has to be with our families, once more. I was originally assigned to the Warship Sumara, because they wanted a Commander who would uphold the peace, and to carry that peace to other worlds, where no human has ever gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the Communications, of Alien races. Presently we are running in stealth at Warp ten, still looking to find a faster way home. It will still take us at warp ten, well over 171 years, to reach the Andromeda Galaxy. We had to find a faster way home, and we were determined to get home. Maybe the answers were out here, for us to find. Once again, my name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my Journals, aboard the Warship Sumara.

Stardate: 2375-02-05. We have crossed back into our own Universe once again, only to find that I had created a Ripple in time, which virtually changed our universe as well. I knew that there would be repercussions from changing the past, and because I gave the Lamorians advanced technology, the Lycanions stole that tech, and then entered our Universe, in order to conquer it, over a hundred years ago. We had found a way to repair the Timeline, by reentering the Argonnian universe, then travelling back a hundred years to change the past, as to alter the future once again. When we arrived, we found that a forth wave of Lycanion ships, hundreds of them came to destroy the Lamorian Homeworld; and steal their tech, just shortly after we had left the first time. The second time we had stopped that wave, thanks to our newest member Karma. We corrected the Timeline, to see if our future would return to the way it was, again. We are currently running in stealth, and heading for earth, at Warp ten. I was originally assigned to the Warship Sumara, because they wanted a Commander who would uphold the peace, and to carry that peace to other Worlds, where no human has ever gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the Communications, of Alien races. Once again, my name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my Journals, aboard the Warship Sumara.

Introduction Stardate: 2374-01-23. We have so far, made a lot of enemies out here. In an unknown territory. That is dodging nearly all the Waring races of Aliens, within the Argonnian universe. Along the way, we have made some new friends, and we have met a race of beings, that have the technology, as superior as our own; but have not the forces to fight back, only to protect its own. Because of the bounty on our heads, we are forced to keep moving, through this Universe, with only the Warship Sumara, to get us all home once more. That being said, I could only hope, as with the rest of my crew. that it would be in our own lifetime, so we can be with our families. We were now being hunted by what is called the Predator, a Warship of the Lycanions. It had the superiority, of our technology, in which had nearly destroyed the Sumara. I know now that there is something far more dangerous out here, and we needed help. I was originally assigned to the Warship Sumara, because they wanted a Commander who would uphold the peace, and to carry that peace to other worlds, where no human has ever gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the communications, of Alien races. Presently we are running in stealth at warp ten, through more of the Grogan known Galaxies. We had to find a faster way home, and that would not be so easy, out here within the Argonnian Universe, for we are now wanted, as Outlaws. Once again, my name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my Journals, aboard the Warship Sumara.

Stardate: 2376-10-06, log entry 4672. We are still on course for earth, this mission was over, and we had seen the Koranians, a race of Barbaric Cannibalistic Savagery, and what they could do if they ever reached our Universe. We as well stopped along the way, at Anarn, the Homeworld of the Anokian Empire. Once again the good people of Anarn, celebrated the return of the one in which we had saved on Ogla II, called Princess Wanana. She was saved, with two more Sentient beings. One of them was a young Lamorian female. The second was new to all of us, and the Thugolian slave master that owned her like property, had cut her tongue out, to silence her. The question I would be asking, was why? They called her a Terranian, the last of her kind. I hope when she awakes, and we have repaired her a new tongue, she would tell us her story. I am hoping to learn more about this stranger, before reaching earth. I was originally assigned to the Warship Sumara, because the Targonions, an Advanced Alien race wanted a Human Commander, who would uphold the peace, where no human has ever gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the Communications, of Alien races that we would find out here among the cosmos, well beyond the expanse. My name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my Journals, I wish to share of my time aboard the Warship Sumara.

Introduction Stardate: 2377-01-17, Log entry 4730........ We are resting on the surface of a star, while regenerating the shields and weapons, on the Sumara. I was using the time to make a decision, about the Corillions. We have seen the Koranians, a race of Barbaric Cannibalistic Savages, and what they could do if they ever reached our Universe. So my mission was clearly understood, has to find the origin of this unholy war. The Corillions were the forefathers of the Koranians. With that understanding I needed to erase the Corillion Empire from existence. What I needed to do is get a Stardate, before all of this carnage had happened, and why they changed. But first I was going to find out more about the ones we had just rescued, for they may hold the map to where we are going, and the key to ending a Million year War. Maybe even locating the Homeworld of the Corillion Empire, wherever it may be. My Science Officer Lamora was telling me that the isotonic electron tachyon wave that has been following us over the last few years, is still out there following us, just like a blimp on the horizon. I was originally assigned to the Warship Sumara, because they wanted a Commander who would uphold the peace, and to carry that peace to other Worlds, where no human has ever gone before. Someone who could deal with the diplomacy, and the Communications, of Alien races, far beyond our own Universe. Once again, my name is Commander Richard Alexander, and these are my final Journals, during my time that I commanded, the Warship Sumara.

Introduction Stardate: 2838-03-27........ 461 years after the finding of a planet called Anarn, which was located in the Anarium system, within the Borun Galaxy, inside of the Argonnian Universe. By a Warship called the Sumara, earth's first interplanetary Warship that had ever been built, to keep the peace between three Universes. My name is Commander Lamora Alexander. My friends who know me, will call me Lamora from time to time. I was assigned to the Nostradamus for a five year mission, because they wanted a Commander who would uphold the peace within these three realms. Someone who could deal with the communications, between many known, and unknown races of Aliens. Humanoids, Vermilions, Corillion parasites, Koranian pirates, and the Shadows. Centuries ago it would take us five years to cross the expanse from one galaxy to another. Now it takes us a day to cross the expanse, between two Universes. You see the design's that they called the engineering sheets for a Quantinaptic Warship, they called the Nostradamus. The sketches were sent to the military back in 2019, to a place they called area 51. They sat on the construction of this ship, for nearly a thousand years. I was taught that a young genius of that time period, by the name of Dr. Richard Panter, Who some claimed, built a Time machine, well he was never found, or seen from again. My crew, to who I was to rendezvous with this afternoon, will be going on its Maiden voyage. I had never been to the Argonnian Universe, this would be my first Command. Commander Lamora Alexander Stardate: 2838-03-27

Stardate 2431-07-14. Just over two weeks ago, we arrived home on earth, with celebrations of our arrival back to our own time. My journey had really just begun, and after we had arrived back on earth, I had noticed that the Trogans, and the Alorians, Herodians, Nomadians had become part of, the once known, United System of Planets. It was now called, "The United System of Galaxies, for Galactic Peace." The mission of altercation, that I had been on, was successful. Now I was being called to stand in front of the board of twelve to be introduced to them, and for a briefing on my next mission. I was heading down to the transport hubs, to be transported over to the Great Hall of Peace, within the city of New Ottontario. The air smelled fresh as the morning dew. The galaxies were at peace now with one another. The Klags, Wampars, Grogans, Dragmars, Centurions, and the Malsickorians, an evil empire of destruction, Slavery, and cannibalism. They were all destroyed over a million years ago by the legendary Time travelling Warship, called the Amaran Hum. My name is Commander George Alexander, I was to finish the work that my Grandfather had first started, which was to end the reign of Savagery, Cannibalism, and Slavery, out here among the stars, forever. Bringing Justice, and Peace to the Cosmos, where there was none. My name is, Commander George Alexander, and these are my final, Journals.

Stardate 2433-07-01. Just over a year ago, we arrived home on earth, with celebrations once again, of our arrival back to our own time. After we had arrived back on earth, with Jenny and Joshua, the wife and son of the infamous Traveller himself, and a member on the board of twelve. I wonder how he managed to have that position, on the board of twelve, and most likely the one who planted the seed, so we could survive what was waiting in the Vastness of space for us. "The United System of Galaxies, for Galactic Peace." Was more than just a name but hope, that the future is ours to hold on too. The mission of altercation, that I had been on, was successful. Now I was being called to stand in front of the board of Twelve, once again, for a briefing on my next mission. I was now, heading down to the transport hubs, to be transported over to the Great Hall of Peace, within the city of New Ottontario. My name is Commander George Alexander, I was to finish the work that my Grandfather had first started, which was to end the reign of Savagery, Cannibalism, and Slavery, out here among the stars, forever, bringing Justice and Peace to the Cosmos, where there was none. Another story, and the final conclusion to this Saga, that has taken over a Million years in its creation, and its conviction for a better future for all. Join me on my final voyage, as the Commander of the Greatest Time Travelling Warship ever to be created, called the Amaran Hum.

After two weeks a young man answered the Advertisement. My mother set up an interview to meet with him, and to see his Credentials, before he could begin teaching. He was a young teacher of a Shaolin Kung fu, from the Hunan province, in China. His name was Simon Chow. He was here on a seven year student visa, with the University of Ottawa. He said he would be more than happy to teach, the young men Self-defense, Kung fu, only. And so every Tuesday night for an hour, and every Saturday morning, he would teach us self-defense, to any Cadets that were interested. I remember our uniforms, which Simon had ordered for the Air cadets. They came straight from china, and were all handmade.