Inanna Phantom

by Hawk MacKinney


GENRE:   Science Fiction



The threat of rift invasions seem long passed. Plentiful harvests abound. The Murian first-contact Terato Outpost has grown into the sprawling Terato-Murian Terminus Terato with a hub of relay portals reaching across the vast uncharted galactic expanses and connecting with its eon-extinct Lantaraan prehistory.

An exploratory Terato-Murian Jupiterr outpost is established on the gas giant seventh planet, and its quantum and gravitational energies are used to power outpost portals for an archeological survey of the fourth planet, Eorthe.

The Lantaraan database aboard Terato’s ancient Downday moon shows that one or more planets of the Solaris planets have apparently been lost. Expanded archeological records on other Lantaraan orbital bodies in the Solaris system show the fourth planet from the star—Eorthe—to be a sterile wasteland. Except it is not. Eorthe’s civilization is not to the level of the Murian Empire, but it is far advanced to those of a pastoral Terato. Terato and Eorthe form the confederated United Terran League under the nominal figurehead leader of League High Judikarr Eklam a’Qoc.

Jupiterr outpost expands into a major League stronghold, Jupiterr Base, when civil unrest erupts in the League, the unexpected return of rift intrusions threatens, and the Murian Emperor Klarvko Celo is assassinated.

As they prepare for confrontations with an unknown ancient enemy, the internal tensions on Myr and Eorthe push Murians and Teratoans to dangerous discords.


3D rendering illustration. Sci-Fi futuristic abstract gradient blue violet pink neon. A glowing corridor on the reflection of the concrete floor. A dark interior room.


 Eklam managed a translink to Zürich for a meet with David. As he stepped out of his outlink portal in Zürich, his arrival came with a meson core impact near the terminal’s arched glass main entrance.

A haggard armed uniform with a slightly askew field helmet hurried toward him. With a heavy Dutch accent said, “I would not remain in this area of the terminal. It is not safe. Are you the Teratoan Eklam a’Qoc on a scheduled inlink from Jupiterr Base?”

“I am.” It had been some time since anyone had addressed him with a greeting of his Terato homeworld.

The escort made sure his weapon was snugged secure in its shoulder holster for ready access, “The embassy’s portals are nonfunctional. I have orders to escort you to the Teratoan Embassy.” He handed Eklam a compact field terminal, “You have an urgent comlink from Canadian officer David Martin.” The anxious escort cradled a solid grip around his weapon, “It is best we do not linger in the terminal.”

Eklam stepped to one side of the milling crowd of passengers fleeing the terminal area. The tension in the escort’s voice tainted the air in the terminal. Eklam entered his priority code. David’s message opened.

“… link coordinates for eastern Canada are down… arrival time into Zürich uncertain… will keep you posted whenever the net is available… ”

The escort urged Eklam, “There is a lull—it is best we move toward the embassy while we can. Looters were smashing windows, grabbing anything they could. What few polizei were around just watched. Brussels and Cape Town can offer no assistance. Your small personal items and your consular pouches inlinked yesterday to the embassy.”

As they ducked and dodged from building and rubble-shelters, Eklam got the sensation of the air around them becoming heavier. He glanced at the faces in the crowds, here and there small huddles, the solitary figure caught somewhere between survival and panic in the tattered unreal haze. Before he outlinked to Zürich Eklam had received Jupiterr Base updates on sporadic hit-and-run incidents in the larger metropolitan centers, but he hadn’t expected to outlink into the middle of a benumbed multitude that was one step away from anarchy. Half of the servmo med-units serving the wounded were damaged, smoking wreckage and unresponsive. Across the plaza, confused figures stumbled aimlessly through the rubble, freezing motionless at the sound of an incoming core. In office windows overlooking the plaza others stood watching, knowing there was danger; not knowing what to do. Eklam had endeavored to preserve the position of the League High Judikarr above regional politics, but he was witnessing the fabric of government shred to pieces.


Why does one write what they write?

 The question of why a person writes what they do is one kissing-cousin to a stultifying orthodox dogma in the publishing world. Professional pundits readily declare that success in the publishing markets demands that a writer be aware of what the market is buying/stocking/demanding; i.e., the hot topic of the day. The implication is that to submit a work that isn’t popular in the current market is a ready-made rejection. It’s certainly ready-made – but not for rejection.

 When a writer feels forced to write something because it is what “all the publishers want” it creates something far more deadly than rejection: it’s b-o-r-i-n-g. And a step away from boring is writer’s block. When the writer doesn’t like or loses interest in what he is writing,  that becomes noxious to the creative impulses that juice the excitement and passion of creative compositions.

Another forewarning to aspiring writers is the $-lure. As the end-all be-all of one’s written work, getting rich may seem to be appropriate…duplicate, copy/paste, same settings, change the title, change the cover, manipulate the plot, same tale, same characters. That & a stale bag of potato chips works for a one-more-time copy, but in time the desire to write fades.

 This writer has made the acquaintance of many financial successes that end up in the sad scary pits of emotional dead-ends. Put simply to an eager aspiring struggling writer – write what you enjoy writing – ignore genre – draw pictures with words that have meaning to you…and your readers will relate. Never forget your readers who always recognize the difference between something that is written with creative excitement and passion or something that is simply following another trend. And remember, writing is lots of fun!


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 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Hawk has authored several works of fiction including a historical romance Moccasin Trace which was nominated for both the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award. His Cairns of Sainctuarie Science Fiction Series and his Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series have received national and international attention.

With postgraduate degrees and faculty positions in several medical universities, Hawk MacKinney has taught graduate courses in both the United States and Jerusalem. His professional writing includes articles on chordate neuroembryology, and aerospace research on muscle metabolic behavior in multi-orbital environments.

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9 thoughts on “Inanna Phantom by Hawk MacKinney

  1. Independent Authors/suemvan – Thank you for hosting Inanna Phantom, Volume 3 in the latest tale of the bloodlines of the a’Qoc families and the Teratoan League. In Volume 3 of The Cairns of Sainctuarie Science Fiction Series, Eklam a’Qoc and his Teratoan associates lead Terato against invasions of their worlds, allied by a powerful coalition with the immense Murian Empire. Book 5 in the Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series is in galley-edit. Moccasin Trace is an earlier historical romance prequel to The Moccasin Hollow Mystery Series.

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