The Spectrum Force Volume One by Heather Ray (best sales books of all time TXT) 📕

To all those that have read the four books in the Streaks of Purple Saga, thank you! To the kids that have a hard time reading anything they like, this is for you guys! I'm so glad you enjoy these books!

Hello, one and all, and welcome to my Spectrum Force series! This is a completely original series, although I must admit gaining inspiration from such sources as Power Rangers, Marvel Comics, Star Wars, Sailor Moon and even mythology and the Bible. This is actually a revision of the series I started in 1997, simply because I feel my writing has matured significantly, and that now I finally know exactly where I'm going with this series. I plan this to be roughly twenty stories long, just so you know. In any rate, anyone familiar with my series thus far will realize that I've made some drastic changes to many things, including when events take place and how the Spectrum Force is chosen. However, the spirit of the series, the characters, and the basic plot are virtually intact.

It is understood that all alien species are speaking in their own native tongue. I wrote their dialogue in English, but when there is interaction between individuals who do not understand one another (which will happen in subsequent installments), the non-English text will be denoted with parentheses. I could put parentheses everywhere an alien language is spoken, but that's annoying for both of us. Also, as far as time goes, unless otherwise indicated all temporal units are relative to Earth (an Earth year, an Earth day, and so on). This is just to make it easier for you to follow, even though in all likelihood aliens would have their own time measurement. If you have any questions, praise :), or any other inquiries (including whether you can borrow any ideas or characters), please shoot me an email at [email protected]. Thank you.

Hanging in the empty vacuum of space, slowly revolving around its own axis, is a star. It isn't particularly special, as it is one of the billions of stars that reside in the Milky Way galaxy, burning a near-infinite amount of hydrogen through a complex system that allows it to remain a virtual battery for eons. Without that star, the system revolving around it wouldn't exist.

Of course, with all the billions of other stars, would it matter if this system were never born?

Indeed it would matter, for this particular star, named Sol on the intergalactic charts of the planet Fesp, was special. It was a lone diamond within a cavern of coal, for circling it some 93 million miles distant was a planet capable of supporting intelligent life. Over thousands of years, animal, plant, insect, and bacterial live had prospered, even allowing one species the time necessary to develop civilization. Along with civilization came science, and an effort to conquer their environment.

According to the Fespin record, the intelligent species grew into a species labeled "Yumani"

, which roughly translates into "Infant."

An infant species was one with great potential, but had not reached the point of maturity that would allow it to interact safely with the inhabitants of other planets. "Humans,"

as they are frequently called, seemed to think that they had everything under control. While they were intrigued with outer space and all its infinite glory, they were satisfied in believing that they as a species were somehow special... that they were the only so-called "intelligent"

species in existence. They felt no threat from the reaches beyond... with the exception of a few that actually believed that there were beings from other worlds that had tried to invade their sphere.

This minority was frowned upon by the powers that be, which insisted belief in "extra terrestrials" was foolish and unfounded. Oh, how wrong they were.

In fact, this planet Earth had been visited by aliens. Two millennia prior, the Fespins dispatched a survey team, which first documented Sol and its surrounding planets. They compiled a lengthy report, eventually deeming Humanity as a species worth watching, but not yet mature enough to interact with. They believed it would be best to wait until Humanity had achieved a basic union among its various factions, and had worked to the point of developing the technology to independently search the universe. Such a project would affirm to the Fespins that they were seeking life other than their own, and if they felt they were sought, the Fespins would allow themselves to be discovered.

The Fespin race had existed for countless millennia, and had been recorded as being the first species in the Triolan sector of the galaxy to explore the universe that surrounded them. They had been the powerhouse in the entire galaxy for so long, they were considered gods by some other planets that also had achieved interstellar transit. Their military might was thought to be indomitable, and the secrets of their Ohana'Kree scrolls, which documented every single galactic discovery, were hidden from the eyes of any other species. They were the only species to ever even glance at the distant Outskirts of the galaxy.

Until the day their planet Fesp was decimated. To the horror of the entire galaxy, the noble caretakers were conquered. The gods were overthrown. A force that had been considered a lesser threat suddenly became the harbinger of doom for all existence.

A gasp shook the old man's system to the very core, vibrating through his lungs and causing his throat to constrict. His vision became clouded with baneful pitch darkness, throwing off his equilibrium and pulling him to his knees. His feeble hands flew to his chest, as if his very heart were to explode.

The woman walking alongside him stopped in her tracks, and fell to his side, grasping his shoulders urgently. Her soft pink eyes were wide with panic as her gaze remained steadily transfixed upon the distressed man.

"High Father!" she shrieked, brushing his long snowy hair out of his face so she could see his eyes, "What's the matter?"

His eyes shuttered closed as he began slowly drawing in deep breaths. Still, the air trembled in his lungs.

"Fesp... has been... destroyed," he wheezed, his voice barely audible.

The woman continued to rock him slowly, as her own lips began to tremble. "Fesp?" she repeated dumbly, "but... that's not possible! Fesp is the mightiest planet in the galaxy!"

"Phaedra's armada managed to penetrate their defenses somehow," he elaborated. He tried to rise to his feet, but his knees were unable to hold up his weight. The woman helped him up, and leaned his body against hers as they continued down the brilliant hallway, lit with bright flames that rolled gracefully just beyond the tinted windows.

"Spectra," he commanded, "we must know exactly what happened to Fesp. The battle between Fesp and Denebia has raged for years, and Denebia was actually losing! We must discover how they managed to destroy Fesp so brutally... and so quickly!"

"Will you be all right?" she asked gently.

He smiled. "I'm a strong old man," he assured her.

Spectra's smile mirrored his own, and she slowly pulled away from him, wary of his own ability to stand. Once he seemed sturdy, she raced down the hall, the long skirts of her silken ivory robes dragging against the white tiles beneath her.

One Week Later...

In the center of Lumina City was the Chamber of Light, a vast room of white marble with a large judge's bench, semicircular in form and raised about ten feet off the ground. It had three seats on either side of a center seat, raised about two feet higher than the other stations.

The aged leader of Lumina City rose from his center seat, instantly silencing all in the large auditorium. The thousands of seats located beyond the empty stage area before the