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  Belinea - Season One - The Mission

  © 2020 by Andrew Mack

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  ISBN (Print): 978-1-09832-963-1

  ISBN (eBook): 978-1-09832-964-8

  For Derec and Quinn,

  I hope you never lose your love for Sci-Fi, you are the hope of my world.

  Contents

  Episode One

  Belinea 1.1

  Belinea 1.2

  Belinea 1.3

  Belinea 1.4

  Belinea 1.5

  Belinea 1.6

  Belinea 1.7

  Belinea 1.8

  Belinea 1.9

  Belinea 1.10

  Belinea 1.11

  Belinea 1.12

  Belinea 1.13

  Belinea 1.14

  Belinea - Episode 2

  Belinea 2.1

  Belinea 2.2

  Belinea 2.3

  Belinea 2.4

  Belinea 2.5

  Belinea 2.6

  Belinea 2.7

  Belinea 2.8

  Belinea 2.9

  Belinea 2.10

  Belinea 2.11

  Belinea 2.12

  Belinea 2.13

  Belinea 2.14

  Belinea 2.15

  Belinea - Episode 3

  Belinea 3.1

  Belinea 3.2

  Belinea 3.3

  Belinea 3.4

  Belinea 3.5

  Belinea 3.6

  Belinea 3.7

  Belinea 3.8

  Belinea 3.9

  Belinea 3.10

  Belinea 3.11

  Belinea 3.12

  Belinea 3.13

  Belinea 3.14

  Belinea 3.15

  Belinea - Episode Four

  Belinea 4.1

  Belinea 4.2

  Belinea 4.3

  Belinea 4.4

  Belinea 4.5

  Belinea 4.6

  Belinea 4.7

  Belinea 4.8

  Belinea 4.9

  Belinea 4.10

  Belinea 4.11

  Belinea 4.12

  Belinea 4.13

  Belinea 4.14

  Belinea 4.15

  Belinea 4.16

  Belinea - Episode Five

  Belinea 5.1

  Belinea 5.2

  Belinea 5.3

  Belinea 5.4

  Belinea 5.5

  Belinea 5.6

  Belinea 5.8

  Belinea 5.9

  Belinea 5.10

  Belinea 5.11

  Belinea 5.12

  Belinea 5.13

  Belinean 5.14

  Belinea 5.15

  Belinea - Episode 6

  Belinea 6.1

  Belinea 6.2

  Belinea 6.3

  Belinea 6.4

  Belinea 6.5

  Belinea 6.6

  Belinea 6.7

  Belinea 6.8

  Belinea 6.9

  Belinea 6.10

  Belinea 6.12

  Belinea 6.13

  Belinea 6.14

  Belinea 6.15

  Belinea 6.17

  Belinea 6.18

  Belinea - Episode 7

  Belinea 7.1

  Belinea 7.2

  Belinea 7.3

  Belinea 7.4

  Belinea 7.5

  Belinea 7.6

  Belinea 7.7

  Belinea 7.8

  Belinea 7.9

  Belinea 7.10

  Belinea 7.11

  Belinea 7.12

  Belinea 7.13

  Belinea 7.14

  Belinea 7.15

  Belinea - Episode 8

  Belinea 8.1

  Belinea 8.2

  Belinea 8.3

  Belinea 8.4

  Belinea 8.5

  Belinea 8.6

  Belinea 8.7

  Belinea 8.8

  Belinea 8.9

  Belinea 8.10

  Belinea 8.11

  Belinea 8.12

  Belinea 8.13

  Belinea 8.14

  Belinea 8.15

  Belinea 8.16

  Belinea 8.17

  Belinea 8.18

  Prologue (Bonus scene after credits):

  Episode One

  The Mission - (Pilot)

  Belinea 1.1

  Serpia - Tilo Region - 2137 (Twenty years prior...)

  “There would be no time,” Malovex thought. He was frantically flying a spacecraft as fast as he could towards the planet’s surface. The sky was full of smoke, debris, and shades of orange. All were the aftermath of multiple hours of ground warfare that bellowed into the air above. He regularly touched his screen, keeping his other hand on the center console’s main thruster, in a futile effort to get his ship to move faster. The cargo ship was going as fast as possible, making it difficult for Malovex to see where he was going. Relying strictly on the computer navigation system, he was practically flying blind to the base below.

  He closed his eyes. A vision appeared in his head. As if he was looking into a cockpit, much like his. The controls were almost the same. He could see the helmet, a reflection in the glass, and hands moving frantically, shooting. More troubling was the flight. It was moving faster than his cargo ship. Through multiple layers of ground artillery fire, explosions going off near the ship, and barrel-rolling through all of it. Malovex re-opened his eyes. The vision was gone. His cargo ship was getting closer to the base. There was no verbal communication from anyone. It was a state of chaos now. There would be no time.

  He approached the base, reversing the thrusters and causing his ship to decelerate quickly. The wind’s force almost knocked down the two guards with shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, pointed directly at Malovex’s ship. One turret was guarded by another man, likely a Tiloian, though his weapon was much more significant. A 20-foot cannon was pointed directly at his cargo ship. Malovex hovered closer and went through the landing procedures. If they were going to kill him, they would have done so already. Either they were expecting him, or they did not consider a cargo ship any threat, clearly confused by its arrival here alone. Releasing the full thrusters to landing level power, he gently touched the cargo ship on the base landing circle.

  This part of the base was high above the trees, some fifty meters above the ground. It provided an excellent view of the ground battle. Malovex walked through the ship, dressed entirely in black, with an additional knee-high black cloak, his standard garment. He was exiting the ship from its belly when a flash of light from a massive explosion in the distance caught his eye. A mammoth Battle Cruiser was suddenly on fire. Losing its stability, it slowly turned toward the ground below. The sound of the explosion followed, echoing and rumbling through the entire base. Malovex whispered to himself, “The signal...”

  His mouth was slightly opened, and his eyes became heavy. Malovex took a long, deep breath and swallowed hard. This was not going to be easy. There was no time.

  Two Lieutenants had shoulder-mounted rifles pointed at Malovex. They walked briskly up to Malovex, still locked and loaded. Both were dressed in Til
oian army gear, a green-grey brown camouflage to blend into the trees. Each had a small ring on the side of their hip that was about six inches in diameter. The ring was a silver mercury color, almost translucent, but with a blueish rock in the middle of its brown handle. As they got closer, one stopped pointing his rifle, after noticing who it was. The other, though, Lieutenant Orbo, kept it pointed right at Malovex. He said, “Malovex, why shouldn’t I kill you right now?”

  Malovex, who was still staring at the explosion, turned to look at Orbo. He was now closer to his face. Malovex grabbed his ring, which was inside his cloak on his hip as well. He said, “What makes you think you can?”

  Lieutenant Orbo let go of his rifle, allowing the shoulder straps to burden the weight. He grabbed the ring on his side hip. The other Lieutenant butted in and said, “The Commander said, trust Lord Malovex, Lieutenant. And that is what we will do.”

  Both men continued to stare at each other for a few seconds. A large ship flew almost directly over them, with the man guarding the turret gun firing repeatedly at it. Both Malovex and Orbo looked up at the ship, then back at each other. Malovex spoke, “Lieutenant. There is no time. Do as I say, or every last one of you will die.”

  Lieutenant Orbo said nothing. The other Lieutenant then said, through all the noise around them, “Malovex, what do we do?”

  Malovex turned to him. “Get everyone on this cargo ship, NOW.”

  Orbo almost laughed, “You want us to trust you? Get on a ship with you? And go where? Take us to our execution?”

  Malovex looked down again. The other Lieutenant scurried off as Malovex whispered, “Do it.”

  Malovex turned to Lieutenant Orbo again. “Orbo, you know what that explosion was. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. I don’t care if you live or die, so tell me where your Medical Wing is?”

  Lieutenant Orbo looked directly into Malovex’s eyes. The men were roughly the same height, 6 feet. “Malovex, I will wait 50 years for you, anytime, anywhere, if you want to settle this. You will never order me to do anything.”

  Malovex was now out of his somber, angry with impatience. “Orbo, there is no time for this, the damn Medical Wing, where is it?”

  A bomb from a craft was dropped next to the base. Again the base shook from the explosion. The Tiloian guard from the turret had managed to shoot down the jet, which had crashed landed and exploded a mere 100 yards from the base. It was evident the base was not going to survive more than 10 minutes. Orbo and Malovex saw the explosions, then resumed their staredown of each other. Orbo, still breathing hard, pointed to the steel stairwell and said, “There is a triage center two flights down to the left. “

  Malovex began to jog to the metal stairs, shouting at Orbo, “Get everyone on that ship, NOW.”

  He quickly ran down them, skipping steps. He could hear the other Lieutenant’s voice on the base intercom ordering an evacuation to landing circle fourteen. He assumed that must be the circle he just landed on. After two flights, Malovex made the left, now sprinting down the hall. He came up to the triage center exactly where Orbo said it would be, but it was overflowing. The pristine white room had smoke in it, likely from the explosions. Debris and fire marks were scattered everywhere. Soldiers, men, and women, were getting treated in every corner of the large room. There was a Doctor, a medic, and several Droid Doctors taking care of the wounded. After surveying the room, Malovex climbed on top of a chair, yelling at the top of his lungs, “All of you need to get out now! There is a ship two flights up to take you away.”

  One of the wounded got up next to Malovex and said, “We will stay here and fight till the end.”

  There was a small cheer in the room. Malovex looked over everyone. He then turned toward a wounded teenage girl on the bed next to him and spoke firmly, “And all of you, even those who do not fight, will die.”

  The room went silent. Another explosion went off, shaking the room. Malovex repeated, “There is no time. We need to leave now.”

  One by one, the Tiloians began to flood out of the room. Malovex grabbed the teenage girl and carried her out. Visibility was becoming increasingly difficult as the hall was full of smoke. They sprinted, no one was walking at this point. Even the wounded, some who were compromised to one leg, were hobbling and skipping. Malovex carried the girl up the flights and towards the cargo ship. Malovex handed the girl to Orbo, who was waiting with open arms at the ship’s entrance. Tiloians were streaming onto the ship. Malovex turned and sprinted back to the stairs. As he ran down the hall towards the triage center, he passed the medic who helped a soldier walk. Malovex shouted, “Where is the operating room?”

  The medic responded without looking “Through the red doors in the back of the triage room. But we got everyone out already.”

  Malovex went through the entrance of the triage room and spotted the red doors. The last of the patients were leaving the room. He saw a bag on the ground that was holding bloody uniforms that were removed from the wounded. He grabbed it and turned it over, dumping the garments onto the triage floor. He sprinted through the doors and began frantically searching the cabinets and shelves. About thirty seconds went by. The room continued to rock from the explosions outside, and smoke became more and more prevalent. Malovex finally found what he was looking for and dumped the entire contents into the bag. With bag in tow, he walked back through the red doors. The triage room was now on fire. Malovex sprinted across the flames and continued down the hall.

  As he came to the entrance of the stairs, a soldier was shot from an overhead jet. His body rolled down the stairs to the bottom, directly below Malovex’s feet. He helped him up, grabbing his arm and draping it around his shoulder. They both moved up the stairs, the soldier with no chance without Malovex’s assistance. After a flight and a half, Malovex looked up at the last flight of stairs and saw Orbo at the top. Orbo quickly came down and assisted both men up the stairs. Through the smoke, Orbo and Malovex carried the soldier across the flight deck to the cargo ship’s entrance. Malovex asked, “Is that everyone?”

  Orbo responded, “We think so.”

  Malovex handed the wounded soldier over to another soldier as they walked up the belly of the ship. “We don’t have time anyway. How many?”

  Orbo looked grim and responded, “I don’t know, eighty? Maybe a hundred?”

  Malovex walked through the corridors towards the pilot’s cockpit. “Where is the Doctor?”

  The Doctor, who was working on a patient, stood up. He was a few feet away and walked up to Malovex. Malovex pulled off the shoulder strap of the bag and shoved it into the doctor’s chest.

  “What is this?” the Doctor asked.

  Malovex just stared at him, not saying anything. The Doctor looked inside the bag then at Malovex. Malovex softly said, “Everyone....”

  The Doctor’s eyes grew wide. Orbo, who was standing next to them, said, “There has to be another way.”

  As Malovex began walking away, back towards the cockpit, he said, “There is not. Twelve hours.”

  Malovex then stopped at a corridor before the cockpit. He opened a door where there were four rocket assault rifles mounted to the wall. He unlocked a box and pulled out a small duffle bag. Opening another box, he took out four grenades and tossed them into the duffle bag. He looked up and pulled down a bag, tossing it into the duffle bag. He then walked into the cockpit area, holding the duffle bag in his hand before dropping it next to the co-pilot chair. He climbed in, as another Tiloian soldier was in the other chair. It was clear he was prepping the cargo ship for take-off. Malovex strapped himself into the chair next to him and stated, “I got this.”

  The soldier, taken aback, said, “I am the best pilot on this ship.”

  Malovex abruptly interrupted his speech and said, “You maybe, but you don’t know where we are going.”

  Malovex took over the controls, adjusted the center console thruster, and slowly accelerated t
he ship over the trees. Narrowly missing an attack jet that dropped a bomb on the landing pad they left, the entire cargo ship trembled from the explosion. The base was now in flames, slowly crashing to the ground below. Malovex tapped a few spots on the control screen, turning the ship’s entire exterior into a green-brown camouflage. Blending in perfectly with the trees above, the cargo ship was barely detectable, flying only a few meters above the treeline. The co-pilot asked, “Must we fly this close to the trees?”

  Malovex said nothing. In the distance where the Battle Cruiser fell from the sky, he could see the area below an enormous ball of fire and smoke. His attention moved back to flying as he clipped the top of one of the trees. The co-pilot looked scared. Malovex looked laser-focused, saying nothing as he passed through the smoke. “Sir, do you hear me? Can we at least fly a little more above the treeline?”

  Malovex said nothing. He could now see his destination, a second Tiloian base in the distance. Malovex turned to the co-pilot and said, “Tell them we are coming. Mandatory evacuation of everyone.”

  As the co-pilot began speaking into the communication device, Malovex began calculating his landing. He knew there would be little time, maybe a few minutes at best to get them out. How many were left? Could he get them all? The base came up quickly. In quite a stunning move that even impressed the co-pilot, he had reversed the engines and spun the spacecraft 180 degrees. The spacecraft had almost come to a complete stop, nose up, wings tipping to regain its balance. Malovex had it hovering and began to land the craft on top of the base slowly. At first, only a few soldiers came out, running to the aircraft’s belly to board it. But soon more came, about forty in all. One soldier stopped, kneeled, and secured his rocket launcher towards the ship. Maolvex had no way of killing him. There were no weapons or guns on this cargo ship; it was for transport only. The soldier shot and a rocket soared right above the cargo ship into the distance. A couple of hundred meters away, it connected with an incoming fighter jet and exploded on impact. The soldier then got up and ran towards the belly of the cargo ship.

  The sky was still full of smoke, and now the bombs were landing at this base as well. Zooming overhead and exploding in the trees. One rocket finally hit the base, exploding near the cargo spacecraft. At least fifteen men were killed instantly as they were running across the platform. A few more were wounded. Orbo was at the bottom of the belly of the craft. He could hear Malovex revving up the engines to prepare for take-off. Malovex was not going to stay after that last bomb. Orbo ran out to the platform. Burning debris was everywhere. After running 40 meters, he grabbed a wounded female officer lying down, threw her around his shoulder, and dragged her back to the ship. Malovex could see this action through his window. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Orbo, there is no fucking time...”