From the 2nd book, Namazu speeds towards Luna



Namazu speeds towards Luna as enemy ships attack the Solar Temporal Portal

As her ship sped towards Luna, Namazu looked down at Bosmat on the lowest level of the bridge. Telepathically, she asked her to come stand near her. Until Amun returned, she would serve as second in command.

“Admiral,” Bosmat said aloud. “We continue to receive updates.”

“The latest?” Namazu asked, looking down at the console. On the display were shapes showing them in the lead position. Four Amelu ships were close behind. They planned to intercept the Tlalocs. J3-258, a small cyborg of indeterminate gender walked up to them, placing her forefinger on a spiral hieroglyphic shape.

“Two other races have joined the enemy,” she reported. “Your diplomats are acquainted with the Anurians.”

Namazu looked into Bosmat’s face. “The amphibians?”

Bosmat nodded, “We know them well. But,” she broke off, looking at the Amelu Cyborg. “They must have given up on joining the Alliance.”

J3 shook her head, and responded, “We were protecting them, helping them recover from slavery and deprivation. They are on a downward spiral.”

Distracted by information on the display, Bosmat didn’t answer. “Enemy ships at Mercury,” she stated flatly.

Namazu shook her head and added, “I don’t know what we would do without your sensors. We’d be blind.”

Bosmat, realizing Namazu was praising her efforts, nodded, but kept her focus on the display. She continued, “There are missing ships. But where?”

Namazu sighed with frustration, and looked at the screen to her right, showing the Lunar Base. “We can’t have sensors everywhere.”

“Tiamatu are arriving at positions on the corridor,” Bosmat explained.

Namazu nodded, “That was fast.”

Bosmat continued, “25 Amelu ships at Venus, 25 more headed to the Jovian moons.”

Namazu nodded again.

“Hmmmm,” Bosmat looked at the display with concern. Namazu looked at her. “It seems there’s another group of Tiamatu with the Tlalocs.”

“What?” Namazu asked sharply.

“The ships could be stolen, but I don’t think so. They’re similar to the Tiamatu allies.”

“The Lukur,” Namazu responded.

J3 interjected, “After independence, some Tiamatu colonies were captured by Tlalocs.” She looked at Namazu, “That is all we know.”

“What are they doing?”

Bosmat pointed to the display, “They are moving, with Potacas ships, towards the Solar-Portal. They came from the other side of the Sun. Looks like they were on the dark side of Mercury.”

“Send an alert to Erish,” Namazu ordered. “She probably knows, but, send it anyway.” It occurred to her that the Potacas they encountered a few days ago at 3800 BCE, could be among those attacking the Solar-Portal now. Temporal issues were confusing; the Potacas moving to the Portal now, in 1962, going back to the ancient past, where she had already been days earlier. She and Amun captured two of them. She would know soon if these were the same.  In any case, they sent them to the Lunar Base for questioning. She didn’t enjoy untangling temporal events.

“Yes, Admiral,” Bosmat responded, sending an alert to Erish via the console.

“Ask her which ship is guarding the Portal,” Namazu ordered.

Bosmat nodded to a Tayamni woman sitting at a console below them, “Please do,” she said aloud, responding to the woman’s telepathic request to contact Tiamatu allies.

“Tiamatu enemies, and Tiamatu allies,” Namazu said, shaking her head.

A young man stood near the front nose of the bridge. He looked back at Namazu with a panicked expression.

“What?” Namazu ordered.

“Admiral, five Tlaloc ships headed to Luna,” he responded.

“Then, it’s good we’re on our way,” Namazu countered.

“They’ll be there 20 minutes before us,” he stated.

“Damn it!” Namazu shouted. “Give us any more speed.” she commanded, looking at another Amelu at the helm.

“We are at maximum, Admiral,” she responded.

Bosmat looked sharply at Namazu.

“What is it?” she asked.

“The Potacas are firing on the Solar Portal,” she responded.

Namazu breathed in deeply. Her face gray, she walked to the captain’s chair at the front of the bridge.

M5 takes an Amelu fleet to Venus

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