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    Subjugation and Sennadar

    Hello, to all my fellow Stargate fans..!

    I felt compelled to share with you an amazing sci-fi literature series called Subjugation. This series has many of the elements that attract fans of Stargate. Ancient legends come to life, and a parallel modern world infused with advanced alien technology, and yes, even space based stargates which are a standard technology through out the series. The author is James Galloway (going by the pen name, Fel), a very talented self-published author with a large online fanbase. His works only exist in a digital format, so an ebook reader is helpful if you don't want to read from a computer (laptop maybe?). Most of the copies of his work take the form of .doc files, so if you are using an ebook reader you may need to use a conversion program to change them to .pdf or .epub files. He writes for his own enjoyment, and releases his work on his website ( http://sennadar.com/wp/ ) free of charge, to the greater enjoyment of his fans. His work is copywrited so you can't use his work for any personal financial gain or something. He does allow anyone to freely download and share copies of his work for the purpose of personal enjoyment, however.

    Jason Augustus Fox, the main character of Subjugation, starts as a college student trapped into a life dictated by the invading alien race called the Faey. He hates what the Faey have done to Earth, yet he is one of the lucky ones. The Faey Imperium is suffering a food shortage, and Earth is converted to a farming planet. As a result millions of humans are displaced and forced to become field hands for life. Jason tested well, and remained in school to learn how to repair the alien technology being introduced to Earth. Because the Faey are an entirely telepathic race, they have no fear of humans learning their technology, as no mundane human could ever use that knowledge to pose a threat. The telepathic Faey would learn about it the moment anyone chose to actively rebel against them, because humanity has no telepaths capable of challenging them.

    Jason actively makes it a point to avoid even the appearance of friendship with any Faey, but this attitude is soon challenged. He learn that the average Faey is really in no better situation than he is, and that in fact, many Faey individuals are quite decent. He encounters one Faey woman, Jyslin Shaddale (an Imperial Marine), who becomes infatuated with the somewhat mysterious human male. The Faey are physiologyically almost identical to humans outside of some cosmetic differences (a coincidence many Faey attribute to Gora's Law, established by a reknowned Faey scientist), and the humans had yet to see an unattractive Faey.

    He attempts to avoid her, so she uses her squad mates to follow him around and pressure him into a date. He then shows a whimsical talent for cunning and humour while struggling to escape from Jyslin's squad, and in doing so attracts the attention of Faey all over the city. Each day he finds new ways to escape the squad members, often embarrasing them in the process. The Faey are fascinated by a human that is able to consistently beat one of the best military squads on the entire planet, at their own game. What Jason doesn't understand is that Faey women are the dominate gender of their race (because of their greater telepathic strength), and they are used to chasing after males. In fact, the stronger a male plays 'hard to get', the more intensely the Faey woman will pursue him. In the end, Jyslin gets her date with Jason, but while on it they discover something that could devistate humanity.

    As a result, Jason eventually chooses to go into hiding, recieving help from unexpected places. After some time, several horrible tragedies occur which convince Jason to attempt a rebellion against the House Trillane (a Faey Noble family), and to free the Earth from their rule. While doing so, he encounters the mysterious shape-shifting aliens known as the Kimdori. They are the spy masters of the galaxy, and in their natural appearance look somewhat like werewolves. They know much, but say little, following their creedo, "The secret unspoken, stays a secret". He learns that he shares a special relationship with them, and they guide him to discover his true past. The secrets he learns, may hold the key to freeing Earth.

    What Jason (and even the Kimdori) doesn't know, is that the discovery of those secrets will also precipitate an invasion of the entire galaxy by an even more powerful alien empire, than the Faey Imperium. These secrets may be the only hope of saving the entire galaxy from destruction, but it is the secrets themselves that these new foes are after. Jason will find himself at the center of the very government he hates, defending it with the secrets of his own past.

    As fair warning, this series does contain some scenes of a graphic erotic nature and can be a bit explicit. If you don't care for such imagery, you probably should avoid this series. It is for a mature audience. That does not mean that this is just a big sex romp..! It is a legitimately, well written complex story, and the erotic parts are consistent with the larger framework of the plot and character parameters.
    The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
    Spoiler:

    To all the 'Sci & Tech' forum users: If you are searching for a thread about your topic of interest, please come visit our Concordance Thread. If you have any questions, we will attempt to help you.
    http://forum.gateworld.net/showthread.php?t=26498

    Feel free to pass the green..!

    My Website... http://return-of-the-constitution.webs.com
    My Blog @ http://myhatsize.blogspot.com
    Amazing Literary Works of Fel... http://sennadar.com/wp/

    Also, visit my webpage at... http://www.stargatesg1.com/Seastallion Sadly, this page is gone with the website that supported it, but I'll keep the link up in memorial.

    #2
    Here is an excerpt from chapter one, of book one, of Subjugation.

    Spoiler:
    Chapter 1




    Raista, 9 Shiaa, 4392, Orthodox calendar;

    Wednesday, 14 May 2007, Native regional reckoning

    New Orleans, Gamia Province, American Sector


    He hated heat.

    Blowing out his breath, Jason fanned the neck of his tee shirt as he scurried across the campus of Tulane University, lugging a heavy backpack full of assorted things around, just one of the many racing around campus like psychotic ants, trying to get wherever they were going as quickly as possible to escape the withering heat. Why did it get this hot so early in the year down here? Back home in Maine, there would still be snow in sheltered, shady pockets on the ground!

    It was almost enough to make him want to be sent to a farm, but with his luck, they’d stick him on one of the rice or sugar plantations they had down here, instead of a nice wheat farm up in New England. It was just ridiculous. He looked at his watch and saw that he was going to be nearly a half an hour early, but he didn’t care. He’d stand out in the hall and wait if only to be in air conditioning. It had to be nearly a hundred degrees! For him, that was outrageous, given back home in Portland, it was a news event if the thermometer hit eighty!

    How did these people manage to live down here, anyway? He was sure that they would have melted by now.

    The overshirt and backpack didn’t help, but he couldn’t help that. The overshirt, nothing more than a button-up, short sleeve, light blue denim shirt that was worn unbuttoned was a vanity of his. He’d worn shirts like that for so long that he felt naked if he wasn’t wearing a shirt and an overshirt over it. The backpack was roasting his back where it was against him, but there wasn’t much he could do but pull it down and switch to the other shoulder. It was a bit heavy today, but that was because he had today’s project in there in addition to his panel display, the universal computer-like device that all students were issued, that acted as a textbook, notebook, assignment book, and personal computer. His cell phone (which he was required to carry at all times), earphones, several music and data sticks—crystalline devices that looked like little inch-long pencils made of crystal which stored information—and a few good old fashioned paper notebooks were also in the pack, adding to the weight but not about to be left behind.

    If only Professor Ailan had let him build a smaller model. His project was for Advanced Plasma Fundamentals, and he had to build a functioning plasma flow model, complete with a plasma power generator, conduit for the plasma to take at least two separate paths, and an ion exchange module at both junctions. The Faey had microscopic versions of what he had in his pack, a massive dog of a device that weighed nearly thirty pounds, but he had to use the supplies that were available to him. It was a ridiculously easy project, truth be told, because all a student had to do was get the parts and put them together. His model had three paths instead of two, because he was the last student to get to the part bin, and had to use the leftovers. Professor Ailan had kept him at the podium on purpose, he privately suspected, keeping him from being able to get the necessary two-path split exchanger and merge exchanger to build the simplest version of the model. He managed to get a three-path split exchanger and two two-path merge exchangers, and used those to build a cascading model where the primary conduit was split into three paths, then two merged, then that joined path merged with the last before returning to the PPG.

    Ailan was alright, at least for a Faey. Jason didn’t like Faey, because they were conquering occupiers. It was well known that Jason was an objector, a vocal dissident, but he never allowed his opinions to appear to be anything more than opinions, and he also had the highest grade point average among second semester students in the university. The crux of his attitude towards Ailan dealt with a philosophical position. Because the Faey had stripped Jason of his freedom and rights, he was opposed to their system. But individual Faey were just that, individuals, and often voiced the same objections he himself raised. But since they were Faey, he had a moral obligation to avoid them, and do his best not to like them. That wasn’t easy when all his instructors were Faey, and Faey like Ailan were friendly, personable, and actually rather funny. Ailan was a male Faey, which weren’t often seen on Earth. The Faey was a female-dominated society whose entire core was based on telepathic power. Females tended to have stronger telepathic abilities, so they had emerged as the dominant gender. Females and males were the same size and roughly the same strength, but it was that disparity in telepathic might that made all the difference. Males did have a place in the society, but they were not allowed, by law, to enter into any occupation that was considered overly hazardous or dangerous, outside of serving on the large starships. Male Faey tended to be scientists, engineers, inventors, doctors, and teachers, while females were just about the only Faey that most people dealt with. All military Faey were female, including the occupational forces, who served as the new police. In addition to being military, females were also allowed to enter into any career they could manage to qualify for, and pull enough strings with whichever noble ruled them to manage to get in.

    That was one reason Jason got so aggravated with the Faey system. It was a feudal bureaucracy, where every Faey was tested to see where they excelled, and allowed to pursue careers within those fields. The personal choice of the person had nothing to do with these choices, which was why Jason cursed his own role every day. When the Faey took over Earth, the tested each and every human on the planet, tests of intelligence, reasoning, and aptitude. Prior education and training had little impact on these tests, and everyone tried their absolute hardest when taking them. People who scored poorly were sent to farms, and being put on a farm was a fate that every human on Earth who was not already on a farm strove mightily to avoid. In that regard, the Faey system was a great deal like the military. But people who had money or connections could get out of that mandatory placement and go wherever they wanted. They just had to have enough credits or the right lineage. Nobles never served in the military in any role other than fleet officers or non-combat logistics officers for those who washed out of the academy, because they could buy those positions. If Jason had had enough money, he could have bribed his placement assessor to get any job he wanted. Not that it mattered for humans, for virtually all forms of old Earth currency was now worthless except for gold and silver. Some rich millionaires did manage to have enough gold or silver assets on hand to buy themselves out of working on a farm, but not many.

    The main reason Jason hated his position was because he scored very high on those tests, high enough to be classified as able to comprehend Faey technology. And because of that, now he was in school to learn their technology. They didn’t consider that a risk because of their formidable telepathy, which would let them catch him long before he tried to use his education in some kind of harmful manner. He would be trained in some kind of Faey technology, and then become a part of the Imperium by serving it. And he hated that. He’d be serving no matter what job he was doing, even farming, but it seemed so wrong to him to be trained in their technology and then work for them. It was almost as if he were betraying the American ideals he had held so dear, cooperating with the enemy.

    It was doubly agonizing for him because he was fascinated by their technology. They used plasma as a power source, and had mastered the science of manipulating space itself for use as propulsion, containing the fusion reactions that supplied plasma to power their systems, communicating over the entire galaxy, and had even learned to use it to breach the spacial boundaries and allow ships to jump through artificial wormholes…the closest thing to teleportation that had been devised so far by any race. They used plasma for everything, from lighting their homes to the energy of their weapons, and had learned techniques to alter the nature of plasma to make it safe for commercial and residential use. They used the manipulation of space as propulsion, as a means of travel beyond propulsion, and had even learned a way to form micro-wormholes that allowed communications to pass through, giving their Imperium real-time communications over their vast empire of nearly seventy star systems. It was all so incredibly fascinating, and yet he felt he was violating his ethics and morals by enjoying his education. He hated the Faey, and yet was learning to be a productive member of their society. He hated being nothing more than a slave, yet his was the gilded cage, for they had put him in a place he loved to be.

    Too hot. He had another half a block to go. Tulane and another university called Loyola had existed side by side here in the Garden District of New Orleans, but Loyola had been dissolved, its buildings taken over by Tulane to form a single campus. Not that it was Tulane anymore, it was simply called Tulane because that was the university whose buildings were still standing. Officially, it was the Basic Technology Academy, Gamia Province. His next class was all the way on the other side of the campus, in a brand new facility that had been built where the centuries-old Loyola building had once stood. Scornful of the rich history of that venerable institution, the Faey had razed the building to the ground and in its place built their five-story nightmare of glass and synthetic plastic-like material that was stronger than steel but lighter than aluminum. It was called the Plasma Dynamics building, or what the students called the “Plaid” due to the checkerboard appearance of glass and dark plastic that formed the front façade of the building, and it was where all lab-oriented Plasma courses were taught. How did these people deal with it? And it was only May!
    The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
    Spoiler:

    To all the 'Sci & Tech' forum users: If you are searching for a thread about your topic of interest, please come visit our Concordance Thread. If you have any questions, we will attempt to help you.
    http://forum.gateworld.net/showthread.php?t=26498

    Feel free to pass the green..!

    My Website... http://return-of-the-constitution.webs.com
    My Blog @ http://myhatsize.blogspot.com
    Amazing Literary Works of Fel... http://sennadar.com/wp/

    Also, visit my webpage at... http://www.stargatesg1.com/Seastallion Sadly, this page is gone with the website that supported it, but I'll keep the link up in memorial.

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      #3
      This continues from the above excerpt... If you found that first part a little too dull, just keep going, it gets much better..!

      *WARNING*
      This part of the excerpt does contain a very brief, very slightly graphic scene of an erotic nature. The story doesn't dwell on it, and moves on quickly. If you might be offended by such a scene do NOT read this excerpt.
      *WARNING*


      Spoiler:
      Two Faey females in that strange form-fitting body armor came across Saint Charles Avenue, their rifles slung over their shoulders. He wondered how they could even breathe in those things. They were truly form-fitting, showing off all those lovely curves for which many human men secretly pined. Faey women were very lovely, all the military women were athletically thin, and most of them were curvy and very appealing. Jason had a feeling that the tight fit of the armor had something to do with its protective aspects, since it didn’t hinder their movement in any way. If there was no void space within it, there would be no jostling inside the armor. He once saw a Faey soldier get hit by an SUV that had to be going about fifty miles an hour back when they first arrived, before they got the hang of crosswalks and realized that traffic wasn‘t just going to stop just because they stepped out into the street. She got thrown about thirty feet after the impact, then she got up and simply dusted herself off. The SUV was completely trashed. The armor was more than just showing off their forms, it was a powerful protective shell that surrounded them. These two had their helmets off, slung by small cords over the barrels of their rifles. They were patent Faey, high cheekbones, large, almond-shaped eyes, small, pert little noses, full lips, and that strange bluish skin. The taller one had gray eyes and auburn red hair cut short, combed over one side of her head, which seemed odd with her blue-hued skin, and the shorter one had blue eyes and hair so blond it was virtually white, short and straight as straw. Both had black armor, which denoted them not as regular army, but as Marines. They were the ones that a human had to watch out for, for they were rough, impatient, and tended to hand out very harsh punishments for the most benign of offenses. They resented their jobs as police, and took it out on the people they policed. Jason rushed past them, head down, not glancing to either side, his mind carefully neutral, betraying nothing.

      And there it was. He’d come to be very familiar with that brushing sensation against his mind, the touch of a Faey who was using her telepathy against him. Jason had a very organized and controlled mind, thanks to his father. His father had been an Air Force fighter pilot, but resigned after his mother was killed in a car crash to spend more time with him. His father had been a fanatical practitioner of martial arts, and had taught his son Karate, Aikido, Kendo, and Ninjitsu, which gave him a very structured and strong mind. He still practiced, but not as much as he had before his father passed away. That mental training gave him the ability to control his mind, present to the world a repetivitive train of thought which the Faey couldn’t seem to penetrate without being very serious about it, an upper layer of sorts that concealed the true thoughts beneath it. And they all tried, damn them. Every single Faey he came into casual contact with probed him within ten seconds of coming close to them. It was automatic, and he had come to expect it every time he came within twenty feet of a Faey. Some of those brushings were light, as this one was, some were strong, and sometimes the Faey abandoned tact and literally attacked his mind to break down his defense of repetitive thought and get at the true thoughts beneath. No matter how light or strong the touch, Jason never failed to feel violated at those touches, violated and offended that they would strip him of the most private of all private domains, his own mind.

      The thought he used against most Faey when he was feeling petty, as he was now, was an image of the Faey involved, stark naked and in a rather provocative pose. Except for a pair of army boots. The boots were rather important. He wasn’t sure which one it was doing it, so he decided to use the redhead. She was cuter. He had several stock poses that he used, but given that this one was a but more buxom than the usual Faey, the good old cupping breasts image suited her rather well.

      It was a dangerous game to play with a Marine, but it was worth it. One had to fight one’s battles where and when one could. Ruffling a Marine’s feathers would satisfy his sense of necessity.

      From behind, he heard a startled gasp, and then then he felt a second brushing. That was proceeded immediately by uncontained laughter.

      He knew he had about three seconds to make himself scarce, before that redhead got over her sense of moral outrage and got mad. He quickened his step as he heard the second one continue laughing, and he managed to get in with a group of other students moving towards the Plaid.

      “Hey!” came a sudden call from behind. “Come back here!”

      Jason ducked his head and broke out in front of the other students, who had stopped and turned around to see who was being addressed. They melted out of the way when they saw two Marines, one of them with a dark expression and the other trying her best not to start laughing again. Jason just barely managed to duck into the Plaid before the Marine spotted him, and he quickly got out of sight. He felt several more brushings, but instead of presenting an image of a naked Marine, he instead made his mind like smoke, empty and presenting little more to the outside world than a plastic plant would. He slipped into the broom closet between the bathrooms as he heard the sound of the Marine’s boots on the tiled floor, then controlled his breathing and remained centered on nothingness, surrendering thought to the zen-like state of nothing but silence within and without, the serenity of a meditative mind.

      “I know you’re in here, human!” the Marine boomed in English, and she sounded quite miffed.

      “Calm down, Jyslin,” the other said in a reasonable tone. “I thought it was funny.”

      “It was funny, Maya, but do you think I’m going to let him get away with that?” she shot back, obviously miffed, because she was still speaking English. “Oh, no, not until I strip him and put him in a pair of those ridiculous high-heeled shoes the human girls wear. Now shut up and help me find him.”

      Jason stayed in the closet for several moments as brushing after brushing slid over him, very strong ones, as the two of them used their telepathic gifts to try to find his mind. He remained serene, allowing them to see nothing but emptiness as his mind worked beneath that misdirecting shell, curious as to why they couldn’t find him. At that range, with as much power as he could sense in their probes, they should have punched right through his defense and locked right onto him. He could hear them not ten feet outside the door, for their armored boots clacked on the floor every time they moved. That close, they should be able to smell him, because he could certainly smell that strange copper-like smell that the strange metal of their armor exuded.

      He heard them chatter at each other in their musical language for a moment, as the redhead’s voice seemed to get agitated, then the blond’s voice got quite serious. What was the matter with them now? She thought it was funny. What had the redhead said that changed her mind?

      He heard their boots clack away, then from the sound of it, they went up the stairs. He quickly pounced up from his crouch and cracked the door open, and indeed saw them just as they turned and went up the steps, disappearing from sight.

      Quick as a cat, Jason darted from the closet, his sneakers making no sound, and he rushed down the hall, his mind racing. They couldn’t find him. Their telepathic power should have found him easily once they got serious about it, but they hadn’t. Maybe it was the door. It was made out of metal, and some people on the internet speculated that their telepathy couldn’t pierce through heavy metals, like lead. If the door had a steel sheet, then maybe that was enough to weaken their probes to the point where it would keep them from finding him.

      It was the only plausible explanation.

      He rushed through the door of his classroom, closing the door behind him and peering through the small window. Had they heard him? Did they see him come out of the closet? He should have waited.
      The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
      Spoiler:

      To all the 'Sci & Tech' forum users: If you are searching for a thread about your topic of interest, please come visit our Concordance Thread. If you have any questions, we will attempt to help you.
      http://forum.gateworld.net/showthread.php?t=26498

      Feel free to pass the green..!

      My Website... http://return-of-the-constitution.webs.com
      My Blog @ http://myhatsize.blogspot.com
      Amazing Literary Works of Fel... http://sennadar.com/wp/

      Also, visit my webpage at... http://www.stargatesg1.com/Seastallion Sadly, this page is gone with the website that supported it, but I'll keep the link up in memorial.

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        #4
        The continuation of the same excerpt...


        Spoiler:
        “Well, so glad you could join us, Mister MacKenzie!” the voice of Professer Ailen boomed across the room, followed up by the laughter of twenty others.

        Jason whirled around and put his back against the door, surprise making his face flush, and found all of them looking at him. Had he been in the closet that long? When he zoned out like that, he couldn’t keep track of time.

        “Well, since you wanted to make such an entrance, why don’t you step up and show us your project?”

        He drew a blank. Project? What was he talking about? Oh, his project. “I have it right here, Professor,” he said, taking his pack off his shoulder and approaching the table which Ailan used as a lectern and a desk. “Sorry I’m late.”

        “And just who were you hiding from?” he asked with a sly smile.

        “You don’t want to know,” he answered as he put his pack down by his chair, closest to the door, and pulling out his breadbox-sized plasma system. He felt a brushing from Ailan, and he was careful to keep his mind tightly focused on the project in his hands. Males didn’t have the raw strength of the females when it came to telepathic ability, but they knew many tricks and subtle nuances that actually made them much more dangerous to him. Ailan had a policy of not probing his students, but sometimes, like right now, when his curiosity was piqued, he just couldn’t help himself. The first time Ailan had used his power on Jason, he had used his standard smoke and mirror trick to conceal his thoughts, and he felt Ailan immediately probe around the edges of it, trying to find a way through. Ailan had known that it was nothing but a defense, that his true thoughts were lurking beneath that misdirection. No female had ever managed to detect that, at least not that he knew of. Because of that, Tarrin had to use more crude but no less effective techniques, such as repetitive concentration on a single thought, which drowned out everything else. Ailan could only see his focus on getting his project set up and running, and for as long as he felt Ailan brushing up against his mind, he could think of nothing else. But after a few seconds, the tentative brushing stopped, and Tarrin dropped his repetition and got down to the business of checking the seals on his exchangers before powering up his PPG.

        The incident with the Marine was brushed into the back of his mind as he displayed his working three-path plasma system, then sat down and watched as the others displayed theirs. All of them but one worked perfectly, and that one failed because of a faulty PPG, which wasn’t the student’s fault. Jason had the luck of being in a class of other smart people, for they had all been shipped into New Orleans to attend this particular school, which had the best instructors. Jason had already had a year of school up in Boston, but when he aced his final in Basic Plasma Systems, they shipped him here, to Tulane, where the work was more challenging and the washout rate was tripled. This was the school where they sent the humans that they thought might have a knack for the work, and pushed them hard to see how quickly and completely they could embrace plasma technology. The Tulane campus was the M.I.T. or Northwestern of the Faey upper level education facilities, where the brightest students were sent.

        No one in this school wanted to wash out. They all knew that the further they got in this school, the better of a job they qualified for once they were placed, and thus the more money they could make and the more secure they would be in their new careers. The goal of any student at Tulane was to get at least to pass Advanced Plasma Applications, the benchmark requirement for plasma systems technicians. Anything above that was good money and solid job security. Many of them, once they got to that level, slacked off, washed out, and ended up getting placed, but they didn’t care. They’d reached the promised land, and it didn’t matter what job they got, because it was a safe job.

        After a bit of lecture after the presentations, Professor Ailan glanced at the clock on the far wall and gave a little start. “Good grief, I’m holding you guys over,” he announced. “I hope nobody has any classes ten minutes after our class ends, cause you’ll be late.” He clapped his hands. “That’s all, people. Read chapter nine and do the scenario questions for tomorrow. Remember, we have a test on Thursday. See you tomorrow.”

        The room was filled with the low buzz of chatter as the students picked up their panel displays and other assorted equipment and started stowing it in packs. Jason had to close up his spiral and stow that, for he was the only person in the class that took notes on paper in addition to the notes he typed on his panel. He preferred writing it down, because writing it helped him commit it to memory much better than simply typing it out on a computer. He finished packing everything up as Ailan started disassembling the projects they did, his hands moving quickly and surely as he unannealed the components from their metal backing, using a little device that caused molecular structures of two different objects to mingle along the border, in effect “welding” them together. He was using the “separation” mode, which caused to disparate materials to unfuse, sliding it along the base junction where the components were annealed to the backing with a quick and steady hand. He watched for just a moment, then slung his pack over his shoulder and filed out the door.

        “Not so fast.”
        The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
        Spoiler:

        To all the 'Sci & Tech' forum users: If you are searching for a thread about your topic of interest, please come visit our Concordance Thread. If you have any questions, we will attempt to help you.
        http://forum.gateworld.net/showthread.php?t=26498

        Feel free to pass the green..!

        My Website... http://return-of-the-constitution.webs.com
        My Blog @ http://myhatsize.blogspot.com
        Amazing Literary Works of Fel... http://sennadar.com/wp/

        Also, visit my webpage at... http://www.stargatesg1.com/Seastallion Sadly, this page is gone with the website that supported it, but I'll keep the link up in memorial.

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          #5
          ...and here is the final part of the excerpt..! Hopefully, by the end of this point you'll be hooked, and go to the appropriate place and read the rest on your own.


          Spoiler:
          Jason froze at the sound of that voice, for it was the redheaded Marine! He whirled around and saw her leaning with her back against the wall near the door, the sole of her left boot flat against the wall, her arms crossed below her breastplate and her head slightly bowed. Her rifle and helmet were missing, probably being held by that other platinum blonde Marine who wasn’t around.

          He was busted. He wasn’t going to run away like a coward, but he wasn’t going to blubber like a little girl either. He drew himself up erect and looked over at her with a neutral expression.

          “You thought that was funny, didn’t you?” she asked, then she chuckled. “Well, so did I. You have more backbone than most of these sheep. But you got it wrong.”

          “What?”

          “We tan, just like you do,” she told him with a strange smile. “I’m much lighter than that.”

          “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said carefully, then he took a step back.

          “Don’t even,” she said quickly, coming off the wall. “Just because I thought it was funny doesn’t mean you’re getting away with it.

          “There’s nothing in the laws against picturing a Marine naked,” he said bluntly.

          “True, that’s why I’m not hauling your happy ass down to the barracks,” she told him. “You put me in a pair of boots, so I’m going to put you in a pair of high heels. For real,” she told him with a wicked little smile.

          Jason got very defensive at that point, his eyes going flat. “Try it,” he said dangerously.

          “Oh, you think you can take me?” she asked with a laugh, then he felt her brush against his mind. He focused his thoughts behind a mask of utter blankness, a wall of nothing that would not allow her to find its edges and slip inside. His sudden defense made her eyes go wide, then she gave him a sudden respectful look. “That’s quite a trick there, human,” she told him. “That’s how you got away from us before. How do you do that?”

          “Practice,” he answered honestly.

          “Well, that’s fairly impressive,” she admitted. “It’s going to make this a little more difficult, but that’s alright. I live for challenges.”

          “The only way you’re going to get me out of my clothes is over my dead body,” he warned in an ugly tone as several students passed by, giving him wild looks.

          “And not let you enjoy the experience? I think not,” she winked. She winked at him! “I might have to knock you out, but I’ll make sure you wake up to enjoy it.”

          Immediately, Jason balled up his fists.

          She laughed. “Well, I tell you what, human. I’ll actually take you on hand to hand. I won’t even cheat. If you can beat me, I’ll leave you alone. If you lose, you walk home wearing nothing but high heels.”

          Jason sized up this Faey. The armor hid her body, but he knew from experience that Faey soldiers were deceptively strong. But it was their speed that one had to watch. They were lithe, graceful, and very fast. The soldiers were extensively trained for combat, and that included hand to hand. They were solid opponents, and he had to respect both her speed and her training. She was expecting him to be like any other human of his size, rather strong, maybe well coordinated, but without any kind of basic training in self defense. And since she couldn’t probe him, she couldn’t find out that he was in fact very well versed in self defense. He knew what to expect from her, but she had no idea what to expect from him…or more to the point, she would draw the wrong conclusion. That gave him all the advantage he needed.

          He could take her.

          “You have a deal,” he said confidently.

          “Come on then,” she told him with an eager smile.

          “Now?”

          “Sure,” she answered, walking past him, towards the outer doors. “There’s plenty of room outside.”

          That suited him just fine.

          The students on campus realized something was going on when the Faey came out of the building, her partner standing by the door with her helmet and rifle, then backed out onto the grass and crooked a finger tauntingly at a human that came out behind her. Jason dropped his pack by the sidewalk and ventured out onto the grass, cracking his knuckles and fixing the Faey with a cool stare. “Want me to take off my armor?” she asked with a teasing smile.

          “No,” he answered in a calm, almost serene manner. “You’ll need it.”

          That made the Faey laugh delightedly. “I’m really going to enjoy walking you home, human,” she promised. She spread her feet and raised her hands in a guard stance. “Come on then, Rambo,” she taunted. “Show the big bad Faey what you’re made of.”

          It had to end fast, before she realized he was much more dangerous than he looked, and he knew exactly how to approach her to make that happen. He skittered in with his fists raised in a boxing stance, then flicked a few ineffective and intentionally clumsy jabs at her unprotected face, baiting her. She laughed mockingly as she danced back a few steps, evading his erratic blows, then whipped her hand out to grab his arm as it came at her.

          Which was exactly what he wanted.

          With lightning speed, Jason opened his fist and snapped his arm outwards, grabbing her by the wrist. He stepped in towards her and levered that arm in an Aikido lock, forcing her to move the way he wanted her to move or risk getting a broken arm or dislocated shoulder. Her armor would not protect her against that. He jerked her to and fro for several seconds as she gasped in pain and tried to disengage herself from his grip on her even as she surrendered to his force and moved where he bade her. He got her off balance by making her weave back and forth in ever-widening circuits, until she was all but stumbling around as he moved backwards and to each side, forcing her to come along with him or get her arm broken. Just as she dipped down to follow a sudden yank on her arm, Jason pivoted and let go of her, spun in a complete circle, and then delivered a wicked spinning roundhouse kick squarely to the side of her pretty little head just as she was rising up from his pull, completely unaware of the incoming attack. The outside of his foot went satisfyingly numb as it impacted her skull, and the raw power of the blow swept her right out from in front of him. His foot swung down easily to again stand on the earth, and the Faey Marine crashed to the ground in a boneless heap.

          Jason stood there for a long moment to utter, complete, stunned silence from the growing crowd that came over to see what was going on. He watched for several seconds, until she groaned and rolled over on her stomach, then shakily started pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. He thought about saying something to rub it in, but it was best not to tempt fate. He beat her, he beat her fairly, and something told him that he’d better pick up his pack and be somewhere else by the time she got her senses back. He turned his back on her without a word, then paced over and picked up his pack. The blond--what was her name? Maya? Maya, that was it. Maya gave him a look of profound surprise, then she gave him the strangest smile, all cheeky and amused. She put her free hand to her upper chest and gave him a little bow, some kind of weird Faey custom, he supposed. He put his hand in his pocket, held onto the strap of his pack with the other, then strolled away as if nothing had happened.

          But as soon as he turned the corner, he ran like hell.
          The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
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            #6
            In addition to Subjugation, perhaps Fel's greatest book series is the Tarrin Kael Chronicles (the Firestaff Series, and the Pyrosian Chronicles combined), a saga that spans 8 novel length books. Many have compared it to the 'Wheel of Time' series (before it went bad? I haven't read it yet, so can't comment on the bad part...). It is a fantasy series every bit as good and possibly even better than Subjugation.

            It follows the life and trials of Tarrin Kael, a 'farm boy' (a common motif) raised by his retired Ranger father (soldiers trained for forest warfare), and Ungardt princess mother (Ungardt are Nordic types). At a local festival he and his sister learn they posses exceptional power in the magic of Sorcery. As a result he is forced to leave home and go to study at the tower to prevent harm to himself or others, due to an inability to control his power. His sister is granted a tutor that would stay with the family, due to her youth, as such young children did not often display such potential. As they travel to the Tower, they are repeatedly attacked by foes unkown. Eventually one attacker, a female werecat, infects Tarrin and he is himself transformed into a werecat. His condition gives him amazing magical abilities, but at the price of his innocence and nearly his mind. Although he is more difficult to kill now, the attacks continue, driving him further from his humanity and causing him to become paranoid of everyone save his closest friends.

            Upon arriving at the Tower, Tarrin discovers he is at the center of multiple conspiracies wanting to either control him or destroy him. However, the cat is a creature of independence, and will not endure chains. An act of betrayal causes him to become feral, and he shuns all human contact except for those he trusted before he was betrayed. The cat within causes him to become a dangerous killer, yet exceptionally tender to children and those he loves. He leaves the Tower, on a quest to save the world from an object of horrible power, and a deposed dark god that would use it to conquer the world.

            His journey will see him sink to his lowest depths, to finding redemption for his own soul, and finally achieveing a balance and peace within his own mind. He learns the truth of what he is, a truth so profound that even the Elder gods of Sennadar themselves, do not fully understand him. Tarrin the farm boy had only wanted to be a Knight and to see the world, but Tarrin the mighty werecat only wants peace and a small home with his family.
            The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
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              #7
              For those who may have read some of the excerpt, I must admit I'm a bit curious on your initial opinion of the Subjugation series. What did you think? Intriqued, bored, hooked, or possibly even annoyed? Do you feel I've over sold the story, or perhaps even under sold it (although I don't see how...)?

              Or how about the Firestaff Series (Tarrin Kael Chronicles)? Should I post an excerpt from the first book? Do you think I offered a good review, or perhaps you have a suggestion that could make either review better? I'm open to suggestion, although I do hope I did a decent job.

              In any case, I'd love some feedback from anyone inclined to do so. If you've had the opportunity to read either of the series, I'd very much like your thoughts and insights..! Like any fan of any genre, I of course want to see others enjoy it as I have. I remember first reading these stories, and I was so hooked on them, that when I finished reading them I was wishing that I was still only at the beginning.

              Fortunately, Fel is currently working on the 3rd book of the Subjugation series right now, having released chapter 6 most recently. I highly recommend you read book 2 before reading these newly released chapters of book 3, otherwise you'll be missing a lot of plot details. So far I can say that book 3 is shaping up very well..! I've found the developments to be very exciting, and Fel has managed to continue to make his Subjugation universe an even more fascinating world.

              He has also written a new chapter in the Sennadar universe, called Legacy Chapter 1. Many years had passed on Sennadar, and many of the characters from the Firestaff series had grown old and died. Others lived on, dealing with a changing world where industrialism is on the rise, challenging the old order of power among nations, where magic once held reign. Magic is still a powerful force on Sennadar, as it probably always would be, since Sennadar is a Prime World close to the center of the Multiverse. However, it is also taking new forms often being combined with the new emerging technologies. In this world, descendents of the heroes of the Questing Game are now the central figures, yet some of the great figures of the past are still around in way or another. This is a new story in the Sennadar universe, that so far Fel has only just begun, but he has indicated good feelings about it, so it seems likely that he will write more of it in the future, after he has finished his current efforts.

              So anyways, feedback is appreciated, and I hope you do read these amazing stories..!
              The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
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              To all the 'Sci & Tech' forum users: If you are searching for a thread about your topic of interest, please come visit our Concordance Thread. If you have any questions, we will attempt to help you.
              http://forum.gateworld.net/showthread.php?t=26498

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                #8
                I've started Subjugation, and if i were a betting man, I's say the author plays Master of Orion 2. The Faey look like their based on the Elerians, from looks to government.

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                  #9
                  Just a heads up...

                  Fel has started working on what may be the final book of the Subjugation series, Secession. The first book was Subjugation, then Unification and Tribulation. Again, I encourage those that might be interested to check this series out. A great read..!

                  You can go here to find the books...

                  http://forums.sennadar.com/index.php

                  Another Series that Fel has written recently, is "Earth Bond". This is a series that takes place just slightly into the future, however the main character is a Dragon.

                  He is an Earth Dragon, that also happens to be a secret agent for his people, who have remained hidden for centuries. Everything changes when his true form is revealed to the Hunters chasing him, bringing internal tensions in the Dragon Society to a head. The Earth Dragons are scorned by the other dragons, because they can't use magic. The only ally the Earth Dragons have, are the Water Dragons. Despite their lack of magical ability, the Earth Dragons are physically powerful, and have an amazing aptitude for human technology. That very aptitude for technology causes the Chromatic Dragons (the keepers of magical lore) to be very concerned, and they begin to increase the persecution on the Earth Dragons. The Sky and Fire Dragons join the increased persecution willingly, but eventually they all learn a horrible secret unknown even to the Dragons.

                  A young Chromatic, still a student herself, learns a secret that will forever alter Dragon Society. It is also the key that will finally give the Earth Dragons the respect they deserve from the others. Yet there is another problem. The Humans... Some are friendly, others are hostile, but all of them want the secrets of the Dragons. The secrets of Magic.
                  The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is so vast, and we are so small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil... -Oma Desala
                  Spoiler:

                  To all the 'Sci & Tech' forum users: If you are searching for a thread about your topic of interest, please come visit our Concordance Thread. If you have any questions, we will attempt to help you.
                  http://forum.gateworld.net/showthread.php?t=26498

                  Feel free to pass the green..!

                  My Website... http://return-of-the-constitution.webs.com
                  My Blog @ http://myhatsize.blogspot.com
                  Amazing Literary Works of Fel... http://sennadar.com/wp/

                  Also, visit my webpage at... http://www.stargatesg1.com/Seastallion Sadly, this page is gone with the website that supported it, but I'll keep the link up in memorial.

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