The Sarrans Box Set

Chapter 1-4

Sarran Calendar: Cycle 9437: Phase 1, Barren Trion, Rising 100

Earth July 12th

Tonas, Prince of LightClan and co-Admiral of the Sarran Fleet stood quietly by the command console in the StarRoom, the Admirals’ ready room, adjacent to both the Admirals’ Quarters and the Bridge. Tension was evident in the line of his heavily muscled back and torso. At six-foot-nine, he was leaner than his BondMate, the fiery Jonal.

Tonas had broad shoulders. His movements were supple, tempered steel sheathed in grace and elegance. Hair the color and texture of sweet Rhine wine hung down his back. A black strip of Nathrian leather gathered it up in a queue. The bulge between his thighs was evident in the Sarran flight suit. Tonas looked well endowed; even for a Sarran. At rest, his package was merely impressive; fully erect, it reached well over his belted waist. His voice soft, he weighed his words and decisions. His face was rugged and not traditionally handsome. However, when lit by a smile that put a silver glint in the shamrock green eyes, it was a face that, before his WarriorPairing ten cycles past, had left many a fem longing to see it up close and personal.

Despite their enthusiasm for their progress in the Fleet and their absorption in each other, they yearned for their fem. He and Jonal conducted relentless, meticulous psychic scans for their fem on Sarran. In their ten cycles together, the pair had worked their way into the highest ranks of the admiralty and to Brightstar. They held the Command Cruiser of Sarran Fleet, but had not yet found the fem to fill their hearts.

So, Tonas practiced the virtue of patience, knowing as he always did that the Bonding would come in time, and he tried to instill patience in his fiery counterpart, Jonal. As they traveled back to Sarran after what they believed to be the final victory over the Zyptz, they had lain in each other’s arms, passions spent, whispering of the search to come. It was time, Tonas had said, time to comb the entire planet for that one fem who would make them whole, complete them. She would revel in the love and passion only they could give her; with them, she would be complete. With her, they would be whole.

On the Bridge for arrival at Sarran, their hopes turned ashen as they beheld their home. Streaks of green slime circled the living planet. The remains of the Zyptz Warrior Bird, Ipz, floated through space. That hollow, soulless message appeared on all subspace communication channels.

Communication Console: Cycle 9432 Planting Trion, Rising 20

This is the Final Communication to the Humans from the Zyptz Cradles:

“Even now, in your flush of victory, we have sown the seeds of your defeat. We have exterminated your future. We will watch your extinction with glee.”

Supreme Leader Hanitz, Zyptz Invasion Force

It was all hideously real. Not a tree, nor a wall, nor a building was out of place. But all the fems of mating age were dead—unclaimed or part of a Triad—all were taken to the Goddess.

Tonas and Jonal had not coupled since that rising, almost as if denying their passion and joy in each other would bring back the future they had envisioned. The Sarran mourned, and the galaxy mourned with them.

After two cycles of hard work, the Alliance found a humanoid species that might ensure Sarran survival. They arrived at their destination, a beautiful blue planet its inhabitants called Earth. As they entered orbit, Tonas held some hope for the Sarran culture and people. Their future lay in the hands of the primitive race on the blue planet below.