My life on Viridian
3 has always been a rough one, you see I am rated as a "psi-1+".
Until I came along the "psi-ciety" only had a rating of 1 as the highest
level, and a rating of 10 was for the weakest of the ability. They
usually couldn't even send just receive... most of them were empaths, but
a few of them were telepaths. I was banished from my home and society
by the "psi-ciety". I hardly remember when that happened, I was only
7 or 8 when my abilities started showing (very strongly). The records
show that I was immediately admitted to the school of the psi-ciety.
Their methods of training the young were to keep them under constant mental
control by adults that were more powerful. The mental shields were
released during times of training when the children were taught how to
use their abilities. Usually two or three psi-1's could keep control
over all the students, and that was about 300 to 400 at any given time.
Then I came along... it would take five or six psi-1's to keep a
constant shield on my talents!!! The average class was 25 to 35 students
taught by two or three psi-3's with one psi-2 to oversee the training.
But, when it came to me it took three or four psi-1's, two or three of
them would hold a shield on me releasing just enough "energy" to complete
the task given and one to show me what to do. Well that's their job...
so they should have to do it. The child as I was referred by, could
be our strongest asset the psi-ciety would have behind it, but that wasn't
a good enough argument to keep me. You see there was only eighteen
psi-1's available for the school (the highest number of psi-1's that any
colony had for teaching and running a school), and well they decided
that I alone took up to many of their precious resources. So they
unanimously banished me, I was placed in a galactic shuttle given
enough rations for 5 years of sustenance, and shipped out on a preprogrammed
route to the Valkarian System (the newest star system with planets known
to sustain life, but not colonized yet). All my hopes for survival
at that age were the pulse gun and a prayer.....
I guess I jumped the gun a little... I haven't even introduced myself!!!
I am Zenturian Draxx a 30 yr. old Viridian, but in all honesty I should
claim myself as a Valkarian considering that is where I spent most of my
life. I am still an outcast from normal society. But what would
you expect my mother and teacher was D'ANA (dee-ahna -- a Delta
class, Auto-Navigating
Aerospace-craft) the onboard computer.
Fortunately for me the critical hygiene things a human needs to know had
already been taught, or I would really be an outcast in every way.
One thing I can say for sure is that D'ANA saved what sanity I have...
simply by being a voice I could talk to without reprimand or recourse.
Something that every other voice I had known ever gave me!!! The
other thing I learned back then, was to hate humans. Cruel, insensitive
beasts that devour what gets in their way, and discard anything that they
feel is useless... I guess I am very lucky. Because on most of the
other colonies I would have been destroyed instead of exiled. In
case I forgot to mention it. I was exiled with a one way ticket,
the star drives in the shuttle barely had enough energy to make the trip...
and most assuredly not enough to get back home!!! (Home... that is
such a strange word to me, I have never had a "home". I have had
shelters, caves and shanties... but I have never had a home.) The
trip to Valkrye took 731 days (or should I say 24 hour periods, because
there are no days in space. Just Nights!). The entire journey
was done at Warp Speed 5 the fastest the craft could go, which made every
star a streak across the sky. I had D'ANA put up pictures of Viridian
3 and simulate day and night with them. The only thing that made
my meals breakfast, lunch and dinner instead of just another meal.
I should be thankful for one last thing I found on the shuttle... a flute,
amazingly enough the one thing that truly saved my life from the "Tiche"
(t-itch -- A race of quadropeds that only existed for the pleasure of genocide.
Tiche is the sound they made when referring to themselves. They referred
to us as tumans, the "tu" meaning bipedal.) The only thing humanistic
of the Tiche was their love for music, a craft that none of them could
ever master. It was the only thing that saved any lives what-so-ever
of the many cultures the Tiche annihilated. But you will have to
wait and find out what happens with them...
So I travelled through space alone... like a lonely comet streaking by,
and so that is where my journey begins. In the middle of nowhere
!!!
