Dimar: Lost Waters
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Special Thanks to:
Clay Dreslough, Ian Smith, David 'Tae' Baxter, Eugene Arenhaus and Paul aka 'Draco'. :)

Table of Contents


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33

Dimar terms
Arrallin terms




Chapter 1

     Tara stood stock-still, waiting for the first tiny gleam from the scout craft to appear in the darkness of the wormhole. The gentle constant breeze of recycled air from the vent above blew an annoying hair against her nose, but she ignored it.
      A gasp from the psychic broke her silent vigil, and she turned.
      "Results, Harmon?" she suppressed the surge of annoyance that ran through her as she contemplated the psi's gift of getting all the hot news first.
      Harmon's face slowly animated - joy sweeping in to replace stern concentration. "Tarrin says the planet's a freaking gemstone! Thriving with life, large and small forms, no buildings of any kind, hydrocarbons, metals, and a stable atmosphere. He's not even bringing them back through for a face to face briefing. He says we should come through now, immediately, before the probe is reported late."
      "Harmon, tell that good for nothing son of a beta to get his hindquarters through the gate and back here NOW, or I'll open fire on him when we come back through." Tara fumed. Of all the impertinence! Tarrin, no doubt with orders from Mason, was questioning her command decisions. That's what I get for not using mercenaries.
      She returned to her watch, regarding her own reflection in the long window. Mahogany-black curly hair, cut short in the typical military style framed a careworn, dark-skinned face. It was not an attractive face right now; her ebony eyes shadowed by hours on the watch, full lips pursed with frustration. She had the look of every leader she had ever known. At six foot two, she stood a full head taller than even her Arrallin first officer. Her glowering expression completed the imposing effect. She picked imaginary flecks off her stark gray jumpsuit, and snorted. You look like hell, Tar. Don't blow this. Don't let fatigue get to you.
      She used the discretion of the mirrored window to secretively survey her crew. Harmon was an excellent addition to the bridge team, but was she open minded enough to defy United Earth Command and sever all ties from Earth? She watched the psi bob her head, unaware of the rest of the bridge, shaking blonde curls as she chattered away with the approaching psi relay on Mason's ship. She seemed so depthless - self conscious and shallow on the outside, but having that incredible gift. There had to be more to her.
      Well, if she didn't pan out, she'd be terminated. Any crew member that would jeopardize the project was meat. It would be a shame to lose that talent, though.
      Rakal, her first officer, was staring pensively at his panel. He was what this was all about. She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel. His pointed ears swiveled back and forth, catching every sound from the bridge, while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts. Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common 'beta furry'. His silken fur, which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands, was dyed perfectly to a pure black, and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat. His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin, and leader of his hive. Right now, he looked like an overgrown wolf who'd learned touch-typing.
      The scout ship re-emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness. It's hail crackled across the comm, and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm. "Launch the second probe. Won't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system. Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out. This sounds like it's the one." The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge, and Rakal let loose a small growl, as if to caution his charges against false hope. They'd scouted twenty-seven gates so far, and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection's time. Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project, and the Arrallin species.


The Tomb of the Unknown Editor: Thank you for all those pages of GREAT edits. I suck for losing your email. <:|   Dimar: Lost Waters is a public domain work of modern science fiction by Dee Dreslough. Please feel free to be inspired by it, draw pictures, write stories based on it, even republish the work as a whole...it belongs to everyone! www.Dimar.org