Chapter 37 Keila Receives a Suspicious Signal.
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Keila was sitting on the throne in the temple of an Edenite village receiving offerings from the villagers. She was accompanied by several Angels that acted as her bodyguards as a precaution. Keila deemed it necessary to come down and take part in the day to day life of her Edenite followers. She wanted to utilise an entirely different leadership style than Abraham’s, so instead of using commands and threats from afar, she aimed to be a good role model that the people could look up to. Since Keila had slain the Terran Council leader Hans Muller four years earlier, she had been widely recognised as the poster guerrilla fighter for the Martian resistance, The Martian Humanist Alliance. After, the collapse of The Martian Humanist Alliance Keila chose Eden as a refuge as her mother had always told her about this world. The Terran Council was ruling supreme again, and with no more resistance, they took vengeance on everyone that they perceived had wronged them.
Keila was used to be a role model for the rebellion party, but she wasn’t used to being worshipped like a god, and she had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, Keila had been clear with pointing out that she was not a divine being, on the other side it felt good being revered, genuinely loved, and being pampered and spoilt for the first time in her life. In the last few months, Keila had eaten so much tasty food that her previously rock-hard solid body had loosened up and started to get round, something she would have to address.
Despite having a relaxed and comfortable time as the “goddess” of Eden, Keila got increasingly impatient. The modernisation of Eden was moving at a glacial pace, as she lacked both the personnel and the resources required to make Eden a powerful base of operations in the resistance against the Terran Council.
The city of Pamshal on Mars was one of the Terran Councils recent targets. As Keila grew up there, the entire city was considered hostile, and the military had decided to test a new highly dangerous biological weaponised virus on the Martian settlement. The virus was a synthetic and airborne genetically modified virus, making it the ultimate weapon for chemical warfare. Being synthetic, it would not spread between organisms, so it was easy to contain the target to a specific area. The victims would have Ebola-like symptoms and die a slow and excruciatingly painful death, with blisters and boils appearing from their eyes and bodies. Watching the footage of Pamshal through her holographic television in Eden, Keila recognised several former friends and classmates dying slow and painful deaths. The worst part for Keila was that Pamshal was not the collateral damage of war, but merely a brutal and indiscriminate mass murder conducted by an arrogant, selfish, and tyrannical government.
Feeling shocked and helpless, Keila lost focus on the Edenite offerings and suddenly, she had smashed a pot of olive oil in an instance of rage. The crowd turned silent and looked at her in fright and despair. Keila apologised, but did not know how to handle the situation, so she rushed off into the wilderness with the bewildered Edenites staring at her. Eventually, she got out of sight from the crowd, and she calmed down. She sat on a rock near a small pond and stared out at the deep blue sky. Metatron contacted her.
Keila:
- Okay Metatron. I know what you are going to say; I am sorry about smashing the pot. I zoned out and had a rush of anger.
Metatron:
- Don’t worry about it, Keila.
- When Abraham lost his temper, he used to have people stoned or set aflame. I am sure they don’t mind a broken pot.
- I’ll let them know that you forgive them.
Keila:
- That I forgive them?
- I was the one who broke their olive oil pot for no reason.
Metatron:
- Abraham never apologised for anything. Apologising would only confuse the people of your hierarchy even more. Let’s change things for the better but not too quickly.
Keila:
- Okay, fair call.
Metatron:
- Yes. The reason I called you is something far more critical.
- We received an encrypted message from someone called Markus Bauer. He knows that you are still alive, and he wants to join our faction. He is on the Terran Council research station Proxima Thule on the asteroid B540, only a few days travel away. According to Markus, the station is inadequately defended and full of valuable resources and research data up for grabs.
Keila:
- That sounds like an obvious trap!
Metatron:
- Yes indeed.
- Shall I ignore the transmission?
Keila sat down to think. She didn’t trust Markus Bauer completely, as far as she knew he was a prominent scientist of Terran Council. But then Keila thought that if the Terran Council knew that she had faked her own death, they would come with a large fleet to apprehend her on Eden. So why hadn’t they? Eden had strong defences, but not strong enough to deter the army from attacking. The resources, equipment, and scientists on Proxima Thule could prove crucial to speed up her efforts to make Eden a base of operations for the resistance. It could be a trap, but it could also be just what she needed.
Keila:
- No. Tell him we are coming within a week.
Metatron:
- Is that wise, considering the likelihood for it being a trap?
Keila:
- Yes. My instincts tell me that the Terran Council is not behind this. If they had knowledge about our deception, they wouldn’t hesitate to destroy Eden from afar with no regards to collateral damage. They wouldn’t send a mere scientist to come and plead for our partnership.
- I will take a ship equipped with Zetan technologies and surprise him. You stay here and look after Eden.
Metatron:
- But I want to go with you, to keep you safe.
Keila:
- I would feel safer with you by my side, but we must think about the people. If we both die, there is no-one to support Eden and eventually the civilisation will break, and they will all die. We cannot both leave Eden until it’s a self-sustaining colony,
Metatron:
- You are right, my love.
- May the light guide you and the Maker keep you safe!
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