Night Sky:: Pt 3::: The Firstfruits

IV
Folded space. The feel of moving yet being completely still. A deep stasis to contemplate the eternity that lies in the dark spaces between the stars. Every ship that moves outside of its own solar system carries one of the wonders of the galaxy: The warp Drive engine. It allows beings from across the galaxy interstellar travel. The darkness between inhabited systems had been eliminated with the coming of this hyperdrive technology. But it did not come alone. With it came the realization that awareness on beings across the galaxy was not meant to inhabited warped space, folded reality. Awareness continues its eternal consciousness. And in that light, the Hyperspace damper came to be.
The Black Raven, being one of the most massive carriers in the Raven arsenal, exuded enormous amounts of energy in both its warp engine and hyperspace damper. Every station, every bunk bed quarters was ensured to protect the minds of its crew. But not hallways or checkpoints.

Her serrated blade cut his uniform. Time started to slow down then. He found he had time enough to look up in to her face. In to her eyes. Hazel pupils that stared at him from across a gulf of empty space and yet close enough to drawn in them. There was hate in those eyes. A stare full of anger and hate that condemned him for what seemed an eternity. He tried to look down again. He should be dead by now, with her serrated blade buried deep in to his chest. He swam in hazel deep waters towards light, up above. He escaped her gaze and looked down expecting to see his own flesh split open. The knife had not yet entered him. Its tip had just touched skin. A drop of deep red, almost burgundy blood burst out of his body. A small drop, barely visibly staining the very tip of her blade. "No," he thought, "Not like this." He looked over the shoulder of the girl in front of him to the floor behind her. There, he saw Sgt. Garth, his blood escaping him in slow, gravity defiant gushes that sloshed out of him towards the wall behind him and up its surface. some drips had managed to reach the ceiling.

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At the dawn of the 21st century there were many religions on earth. Humankind was a mishmash o ideologies that pit them in confrontation among themselves. Zealot governments in all continents brought their armies with all their destructive might in to neighbor or far away countries in the name of a god, of freedom and justice. Every side claiming to possess these human faux ideals.
They would have destroyed themselves.
It was only after two hundred years of bloody conflicts in which the global united nations organization would be only a joke and a pitiful observant that the Firstfruits event spread its dark blotted filth across the face of the earth.
The reborns. One of those religions saw its coming in its sacred books. Saying that is Christ risen from the dead, and with him, those in his light become the firstfruits of them that slept and are now risen. The book prophetized that In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

In the most sacred ancient texts of the powerful religion organization it was that their  god uses the analogy of a people of ancient times called Israel and its agricultural harvests to illustrate important aspects of his plan of salvation—the "harvesting" of mankind, in a sense, in which the resurrection of the dead played a major role. Aspects of this plan are pictured by specific annual festivals and Holy Days, which in turn represent harvest times in ancient earthling tribes ....

Deep in the bowels of the Black Raven Prison Hold. Thirteen hundred Severed Nations humans shared cell space with one of the reborn, a small chuld the Raven infantry had picked up and thought of as sick...

The boy was not sick, he could not get sick anymore. He was undead.