Владислав Казанцев - Dangerous wars

Emptiness and eternity, the depth of matter, the body without gender, the particles of the feminine and masculine principle.

You, the first parent of everything, mother and father in one person, in your womb, there are galaxies, stars, comets and everything that exists. Wandering wanderers, white and red, black and blue, giants and dwarfs, icy and molten, with various inhabitants.

The universe exists and when the universe disappears, fades and a new infinite darkness appears, the mysterious cosmos will be reborn.

Life can be found in its various corners, where the rule of the universal double division applies, that is, light and dark, top and bottom. Initially, one constellation was divided into two and so on, which led to the separation of the types of existence. Distances are constantly increasing, this has become a major problem for adventurers and explorers. The truth is solvable…

Sometimes it happens, great difficulties, like to create, defense structures "Security systems of migration space services". They are part of a polyline, interrupting the ability of flying vessels to make a safe, spatial and temporal jump.

But there is always hope for the good, and we will see this when a full-fledged, cosmic paradise reigns. Relations will improve between the galactic inhabitants, their laws and business. And no one will be afraid of the natives or any robbers in the sky.

The journey establishes contacts, the connection of beings, helps these intelligent and spiritual forms, as well as people. It is created as a result of calculations of the trajectories and movements of celestial bodies. At any point in space and time, it can break or break. And you will get, not to the planned point of the cosmodrome, but where there is some thousand-year war and you are clearly not expected to visit. The desire to experience the best or to see someone else's nature prevails over the self-preservation of the mind. Stripes with cruelty or love, you do not know exactly what will overtake you. Everywhere, there are changes waiting for you, in your destiny.

There are, for example, places where people live with the usual working standards. And there is the kingdom of kings, where people go, not to work, but to rest every day, and this is work for them. The tasks are performed by prisoners taken as slaves from other worlds.

Any plane, not only has coordinates on the map, but also heroes and villains, their irreparable troubles and experienced joys.

And now, in the galaxy where the Catamaster islands fly, on the surface of the Ribonne, at the parking station "Eleuron", there is a loading ship with the interesting name "Flying Ferix". In a few hours, after a long repair, he will have to go on a journey. Its owner does not care whether it is cloven-hoofed, large and fleshy animals, the lentaurs, whose meat serves as medicinal food. Birds, with bright feathers, pintons, precious jewelry, any rich house, extracted from some abandoned sphere or just fossils from the star wanderer. It is important that you can get hold of, on this, interstellar currency, with the name of pental. They are minted, cannot be forged or altered. Pentali, smelted under special supervision, in the Charton Mountains, which are located on the gray, and somewhere from the lava maroon, volcanic star, Mitosis. Where, no unauthorized access. The finished products are sent to the "Intergalactic Center Bank", where they enter into worldwide circulation.

"L. G. G. T.-0X0X", is a model, on-board designation, of a flying truck consisting of metal boxes and blocks, compartments and cabins. Cargo and expedition, with the ability to move through time and space, at close and long distances. Controlled by a central computer system. Developed, good scheme, life support. The technical name, in Ribonne, is "Planetary Board". On it, outside, there are light weapons and laser guns, with a short range, that is, it can fire at Raibonne, from the orbit of space. This carrier was developed and released by the carrier company "Roller and Transport Company", which belonged to a multi-billionaire, the owner of a large number of pentals, Cromeli Roller. Its production, has long been producing and servicing both civilian and military vessels. Every day, at least two spaceships depart from its factory built in the orbit of Raibonne, which is an excellent indicator.

The equipment in question was purchased by the Halliford family of money businessmen. In connection with the tragic events, it was inherited by the only remaining relative, Tomake. A young man, inexperienced in business matters and on the path of life, a young man. He is only twenty years old, which prevents him from leading a full adult life. On the Ribonne, the age of majority begins after thirty, when you can get married, drink a strong, intoxicating lyre, or breathe in the drug datura, a petal of pr.

His appearance was not much different from the faces of his peers, tall and thin, with light hair, pale skin, dark eyes, straight nose, slightly thin lips, fashionable unshaven. Tomaka, was the fourteenth capitalist in his line, but the first of them, a space explorer.

His parents, as stated in the medical certificate, were killed because of the inspector checking the cargo that Tomaki's father, Tita, and his mother, Trishna, were carrying. They were transporting food, flowers of the heron, which is quite harmless and has in itself, organic matter, very necessary for the health of people in the galaxy, on the islands of Catamastra.

Common heron, an edible organic plant, but it is sometimes confused with its sister belodonna. Their visible difference is only in a small, white spot located in the bud, and so they can not be distinguished without special tools and tools.

Its sister is belodonna, a poisonous, inedible and inorganic shrub, whose stamens, spraying their pollen, enter the body through the pores and immediately kill it. No one has come up with vaccines to get rid of this disease, so it immediately spreads them and the living begins to die irrevocably, that is, everything dies, including the planet itself.

And, in the galaxy, on the islands of Catamastra, at the "Control check points", for such a plant, the death penalty is provided, as for an attempt at terror. Next, the isolation of the suspicious cargo, with its further destruction. Therefore, they pay a lot of money for the delivery of edible herons, which is associated with a certain risk to life, the possibility of accidentally mixing up these almost identical bushes and making trouble for themselves.

Rumor has it that Tomaki's parents are out of luck. During the inspection, the young controller did not understand, confused the useful grass with the poisonous one and made the decision "guilty" … a guard of order, a quick trial, execution of the sentence…although, in fact, it was …

Then, when more or less understood, the guilty and the judge were punished, by local law…executed, but more on that later.

A few years later, after these events, the business Tomake inherited, imperceptibly merged with his research and theories, he did not yet have a practice. The Flying Ferix had been captured by the Sky bandits, but by chance or not, it had been recaptured and returned to its true owner by the Space Guard. Tomaka Halliford himself has not yet left the confines of his planet.

All his long-distance affairs were performed by hired people, pilots, flight engineer, doctor, etc.

The word businessman is synonymous with wealth, but in the case of Tomaka, it sounds ridiculous and ridiculous, he received exactly as much money as he invested it. Large expenses were spent on the maintenance of the ship "Flying Ferix". The rent of the spaceport and technical repairs, and the staff, required a lot of pentals.

"Flying Ferix", although it was not first class, with an average degree of protection, Tomaka liked it and this time, he decided to appoint himself as the flight commander!

And now Tomaka, who is passing through all the blocks and compartments, cabins and other compartments, of his first-ever space expedition ship, not only as the master, but also as its owner and commander. Making comments along the way, to Timba or flight engineer Trimone, and sometimes even to his assistant Pythons. Since he pays them a penny, he has the right to manage and command them.

– Look again, the broken line on the diagram, so that there are no surprises in flight, – he said warningly to the co-pilot, a fat man with a funny blue work suit on him. Tomaki's voice was high and very confident, which made him even more important and confident as a flight crew commander. Apparently, in the genes somewhere, there was some code that he got from his family and pushed, now, to be the manager of his new team.

– Don't worry, commander, we'll check it out, – he agreed, and with a smart look, rolled into the main cabin. In fact, Timba, very lazy and did not even intend to check the flight map, as he had already looked at it twice and did not see the need for additional checks, although in the flight law of Raibonne …" on performing pre-flight calculations "it is specified" … to make several inspections…in connection with an unexpected change in the trajectory of celestial bodies…". But apparently he knew better, because he had been flying for more than one year and was surprisingly for everyone, an ace in space.

– Hurry up, I don't want to delay the carriage, – Tomaka said.

– We won't delay it, it'll be all right, – Timba said, and disappeared from sight.

– If only it would work, – Tomaka said excitedly, and when there was no answer, he went to the rest room.

When I reached it, I met the assistant Pythons there. A companion of his childhood, but not of the same age, since he was twenty-three years older than Raibonne. But the age difference never stopped them from being friends. On the contrary, they were often together, having fun and discussing various matches of games or drinking light drinks.

When Halliford lost his parents, Pythons was the only one who helped him cope with his grief. And now he, he specifically chose to support him, knowing the full value of friendship with him, even sometimes presenting him as his stepfather. They were somewhat similar, especially in their important gait. He was tall, blond, and slender at the waist. Strict, but fair to anyone, regardless of rank. His clothes were always flat against his body, showing the muscles that young Raibonne boys envied. Pythons, first class pilot! Always attentive to the people and animals around him.

The door of the hatch separating the room from the corridor compartment opened and they entered together.

The hall is spacious, well-lit, equipped to accommodate the crew, during breaks in working hours. Here you can safely drink, brewed leaves of chemusha, pleasantly cooling the body and toning it. Play Binko, a board game with chips for several people, which helps players to improve their mood. Get the latest news, from the information transmitter. It's good to discuss flight plans, in a non-formal setting. Yes, at least, just take a break from work.

Still, the form, especially higher in rank, somehow invisibly belittles the desire to speak openly and already the conversation does not give the desired result. And here, I want to communicate and think, on different topics, no one will say anything bad to you.