Per Aspera Ad Astra

Per Aspera Ad Astra

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The early light is breaking
 The morning sun is waiting in the sky
 And I think I'm gonna break away
 And follow where the birds of freedom fly

 I need to give, I need to live
 For the world is slowly turning
 And the lights of love are burning in my eyes

 Caravans, oh my soul is on the run
 Overland, I am flying
 Caravans moving out into the sun
 Oh I don't know where I'm going
 But I'm going

 - Mike Batt: "Caravan Song" 

Dinner for One

Fleet Admiral Leonard McCloud was seated at a long table. A dinner table. The table was in the so-called “Red Salon” of the ATLANTIS base. ATLANTIS had different departments, everyone actually knew that. There were modern sections, but there were also those housed in historic buildings. Like this one. The building had once belonged to the well-known merchant Retho vom See, who had it lavishly furnished. Massive wooden furniture dominated the room. The room was named “Red Salon” from the red fabric wallpaper that could be seen between wooden panels. And the curtains were red. A massive mirror surrounded by a wooden frame stood against one wall. And a plush carpet lay on the wooden floor.
McCloud sat at the head of the table. As I said, he was alone, but there was still cover for several people. A naval officer stood to one side and waited. The officer considered this to be Admiral McCloud’s quirk, but he didn’t want to spoil the old man’s game. ASTROCOHORS also suffered from the pandemic. What McCloud was going to do here was actually a celebration. Because after the cowardly attack on ASTROCOHORS, the officers succeeded in an unbelievable show of strength in re-establishing all communication channels. That should be celebrated! But because of the risk of infection, too many people were not allowed to meet at once. So the admiral had other plans.
“So,” said McCloud, “how does it look?”
“All departments are operational again!” Reported the officer.
“And everyone has gathered?”
“Yes sir, they are all here!”
“Then let’s raise our glasses together!”

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The officer came to the table. He now had to stand in for the various departments. So that he would not get completely drunk in the course of the procedure, there was only water in the glasses that stood at the seats of the departments. Admiral McCloud, on the other hand, insisted on pouring himself a red wine from Chateau Picard. He raised his glass.
“And now: report from all departments!”
The officer stood behind the chair on the Admiral’s left. On a small sign on the table was written: “ASTROCOHORS CLUB”. The officer took the glass from the table, raised it and said, “ASTROCOHORS CLUB and the newly planned EXPEDITION department are ready for action again! We are ready to plan and coordinate new missions, sir!”
They drunk.

The officer now moved to the next chair. There was also a sign on the table here. This was labeled “CANALIS TREMENDUM COLLABORATION”. The officer grabs the glass.
“The CANALIS TREMENDUM COLLABORATION, or CTC for short, is waiting to investigate strange phenomena and get into the details, sir!”
They drunk.

Again the officer moved one chair. In front of this was “CHEZ FRASHOKERETI”. The officer took the glass from the table and said: “I am extremely pleased to announce the complete production of the CHEZ FRASHOKERETI department! We are already investigating the extremely strange behavior of the Terrans with the help of new people. Super easy, barely an inconvenience, Sir! “
They drunk.

One chair further. The sign read “CLEF, PEN AND BRUSH”.
“We at CLEF, PEN AND BRUSH have already begun to devote ourselves to the fine arts and are glad to be running at full capacity again, sir!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “AQUAMARINON”.
“On behalf of the regent of the water planet AQUAMARINON, I can announce that the cowardly attacks of the enemy have been repulsed. Count on us, Admiral!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “ASTROCOHORS ACADEMY”.
“It’s been a terrible year, even for us at the ACADEMY, sir,” said the officer. “But we have strengthened our staff. We will continue to fight against ignorance and stupidity! We will take the next opportunity to make people smarter. And the next. And the next, until we win, or until we run out of opportunities. But we won’t give up! Science will continue! “
They drunk.

One chair further. “ASTROCOHORS EMBASSY”.
“I can hear the complainers, sir!” Said the officer. “Politics, who cares? But the last few years have shown that everyone has to be interested in politics, otherwise they will go under, and otherwise democracy will go under. We at the diplomatic corps of ASTROCOHORS EMBASSY are doing our best to ensure freedom and Equality persist.”
They drunk.

One chair further. “CHRONICLES OF SIDUS BELLA”.
“Our task is to analyze and file events. We have to learn from the events of the past. Unfortunately, however, we have had to discover that there are people who look for nothing more than a purity in these events that doesn’t exist. We. We confront these people and look at the history of the galaxies in a big context. That is our job at the CHRONICLES OF SIDUS BELLA. “
They drunk.

“We were face to face with the enemy, sir,” said the officer. “And we’re still facing the enemy. I don’t know what the future will bring, sir, but we’re ready on the BATTLEFRONT!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “ASTROCOHORS NExUS.”
“Our institute is still busy measuring and mapping all the star systems and cultures, the galaxies and universes. Our task will never be finished, but we at ASTROCOHORS NExUS are doing our best!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “BUREAU 07”.
“It was all a troubled time for the secret service too, sir! But we were able to obtain valuable information and thus prove that the days of secret agents are far from over. BUREAU 07 at your disposal, Admiral!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “THEATER OF THINGS.”
“Humor is important in these times too. It’s our job, sir, and we do it with as much duty as the other departments! We bring people back up when they are down! Rely on the THEATER OF THINGS! “
They drunk.

One chair further. “ASTROCOHORS CENTRAL”.
“We at headquarters always fly a little under the radar. But important information is also gathered here and we are fully operational again, sir! We are ASTROCOHORS, Admiral!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “ASTROCOHORS Brasil”.
“We in the South American section also had problems, especially because of the situation in the country. The attack also hit us hard, but ASTROCOHORS Brasil is ready for action again, sir!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “LES GUERRIERS DE BOYARD”.
“Our department has an unusual name and we are also a regional section. We are a little smaller, so we had difficulties getting back online, but from now on you can also hear from LES GUERRIERS DE BOYARD in French again!”
They drunk.

One chair further. “ASTROCOHORS ONLINE”.
“We are also a regional section, responsible for the Asian area. Perhaps this will be a little different in the future, but at the moment it is so and we are doing what we can. ASTROCOHORS ONLINE and the main department ASTROCOHORS ONLINE i are ready for action ! “
They drunk.

One chair further. In the meantime the officer had circled the table completely and had arrived at the place on the Admiral’s right. It was the last one, and “ASTROCOHORS Japan” was on the sign.
“We can only get through times like these together. We at ASTROCOHORS Japan are ready to make our contribution and we would like to announce that we are ready for action again!”
They drank one last time. The officer noticed that there was a lot of water in his stomach. Admiral McCloud had taken only a small sip at a time. He didn’t want to get drunk either. Chateau Picard was way too good for that.
At that moment the sound of a clock could be heard. In a distant corner stood an old clock on a dresser that rang a bell every hour. The officer and Admiral McCloud counted.

One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight – nine – ten – eleven – twelve!
Midnight. The admiral rose.

“We’re just in time,” he said aloud into the room. “I wish all departments a Happy New Year! I’m not going to announce the usual year now, because I have learned that due to special circumstances the time calculation is to be changed. So we’re not talking about the year 2021 according to the time calculation of Terra … better Said, a calendar of Terra, because there are several. We will probably also abolish the Galactic calendar. In the future, the years according to the calendar of human history will be determined. The year “zero” of this calendar is ten thousand years before the year “zero “of the Terran calendar. It was the time when man built a city on earth for the first time. I will inform you all exactly, but if it stays that way, then at this moment we will welcome the year 12021! For you, your Departments and their people all the best in this new year! “
The admiral and officer raised their glasses one last time and drank from them. Then the officer took a small remote control out of his pocket and pressed a button.
“The transmission to the departments is terminated, sir!” He said.
“Very nice,” replied McCloud. “It’s a shame that the internet connection on this damned planet is so bad! Otherwise we could have brought the others in too, but I think it went well that way. What do you think?”
“It was definitely very uplifting, sir!”
McCloud nodded. “So, and now I will retire. I am tired, the new year has already started and I am not missing a thing.”
“Exactly, sir. Good night then!”
“Thank you! Good night to you too and a Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year!”



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The 2020 California wildfire season is a series of ongoing wildfires that are burning across the state of California. As of September 11, 2020, a total of 7,718 fires have burned 3,175,523 acres (1,285,089 ha), more than 3% of the state’s roughly 100 million acres of land, making 2020 the largest wildfire season recorded in California history, according to the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection. However, from a historical perspective, it has been estimated that prior to 1850, about 4.5 million (17,000 km³) acres burned yearly, in fires that lasted for months. The peak of the wildfire season usually occurs between July and November when hot, dry winds are most frequent. The wildfire season typically does not end until the first significant rainstorm of autumn arrives, which is usually around mid October in Northern California, and roughly between the end of October to early November in Southern California. Climate change has increased the risk of wildfires in California significantly.

On August 19, 2020, California Governor Gavin Newsom reported that the state was battling 367 known fires, many sparked by intense thunderstorms on August 16–17 caused by moisture from the remnants of Tropical Storm Fausto. Response and evacuations were complicated by a historic heatwave and the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic. The Governor declared a state of emergency on August 18. In early September 2020, a combination of a record-breaking heat wave, and Diablo and Santa Ana winds sparked more fires and explosively grew active fires, with the August Complex surpassing the Mendocino Complex to become California’s largest recorded wildfire. The North Complex increased in size as the winds fanned it westward, threatening the city of Oroville, and triggering mass evacuations.

Source: 2020 California Wildfires

The Purple Death

Photo by Sandro Katalina on Unsplash
Photo by Sandro Katalina on Unsplash

The Purple Death was one of the most advanced battleships in the army of the Usovai’i. The ship was shaped like a diamond. A rhombus. A diamond made of purple metal. The color was chosen on purpose. The ship should look disturbing. And the people of the planets should be able to recognize it. Because soon one would only speak of this battleship as the “dark threat”. The Praepositus Pupepa personally ordered the operation. And he had also chosen the destination: the planet Kor Ywen.
“Admiral, the ship is in position!” Reported an officer.
Admiral Parem turned to him. Both were on the Bridge of the Purple Death.
“Can they see us from the planet?” Asked the admiral.
“No. We’re still too far away.”
“Then activate the energy collector. And tell the pilots to get ready for phase 2.”

The energy collector was the heart of the ship. Everything on the Purple Death had been built around it. Praepositus Pupepa …
The sentence cannot be ended in this way. It was supposed to say that the Praepositus Pupepa had planned everything exactly. But that was not correct. Cofehaf Pupepa did not plan anything “exactly”. He thought he was an extremely stable genius, so it was enough for him to make some quick decision and then deal with it somehow. Like this mission, with which the Purple Death should officially start its work. Pupepa wanted to send a warning to the people of Kor Ywen. At the same time, he finally wanted to silence the ASTROCOHORS CLUB transmitter station. He knew he would have to attack the Sol system to do this. He didn’t care that this would involve diplomatic entanglements. The worlds in the Smaragdia Sector weren’t really in the planetary community anyway. However, the Usovai’i weren’t really there anymore, but of course that was something completely different! At least that was the case for Pupepa.
So what was the genius’ plan? Kor Ywen produced a lot of energy. The Purple Death had been designed to drain energy on a planetary level by sending out special waves. How exactly that worked was complicated. Pupepa was not concerned with details. He just needed to know what ended up happening. And what he did know was that the energy the Purple Death was drawing was enough to power a hyperspace gate. The technology of hyperspace gates has existed for a long time, at least in theory. In practice, however, it turned out that the energy requirement of such a gate was extremely high. Where the energy should come from, there was no solution for a long time. But now it was found: planetary energy consumption.
So the Purple Death would drain Kor Ywen’s energy and use it to create a hyperspace gate. The gate would create a hyperspace tunnel, the exit of which could be chosen freely. In contrast to the existing tunnels, which always connected only the same two points.
So you would end the tunnel in the Sol system. Space fighters would travel through the tunnel and destroy the ASTROCOHORS CLUB transmitter station in the Sol system. Then finally there would be silence! They would no longer question his authority.
The only problem was: Pupepa had no authority at all to be questioned.

A steady hum went through the ship.
“Well?” Asked the admiral.
“It started,” replied one of the officers. “As expected, we will need a little more time than we originally thought.”
“What? How come?”
“Well, uh … The Praepositus gave the instruction to work at full power. We can’t go to full power, so we only consume about 80% of the calculated energy. But that only delays the activation of the hyperspace gate by about four minutes.”
“Why can’t we go to full capacity? The Praepositus wants to see results!”
The officer appeared very nervous. Nervous like offices always were, because the Praepositus could be a very impatient man. He had no understanding for anything, not even the laws of nature.
“Admiral Parem,” said the officer slowly. “There is a garbage dump on the moon of the planet Kor Ywen. The garbage stored there is extremely dangerous. If we turn the power up too high, we risk an explosion.”
“The garbage could be charged by the energy we absorb. As if you were putting pressure in a boiler. The pressure would build up and result in an explosion.”
“I see,” said Parem. “Then we’ll just continue like this. The few minutes …”
“Admiral!” Called another officer. “The command was just revoked and the energy collector turned to full capacity!”
“What? Who gave the order?”
“Wait … Um … that came from Vice Leader Pecapac’s quarters. From him personally!”
“What does he think? Even if he is the Vice Leader, he can’t just go into a military operation like that …”
“Admiral!” Interrupted the other officer. “The energy levels for the moon Botriro are increasing! The angle vector is shifting!”
“Shut down the energy of the collector immediately! Or at least minimize it!”
“I’m trying!” Said the officer. “But it looks like the Vice Leader has blocked the order. You need the highest clearance to change something.”
“Put me through to the Vice Leader’s quarters,” the admiral ordered. “Tell him it’s urgent!”
“Yes, sir!”

The officer typed on the keyboard in front of him. He had to be quick. This world was in peril anyway, but it would get more serious problems, if …
“The Vice Leader doesn’t answer my calls.”
“Admiral,” said another officer. “The energy levels of the moon continue to rise. The angle vector is now …”
A flash of light could be seen through the large window of the bridge, emanating from the moon of the planet Kor Ywen. Though the explosion had occurred on the side facing away from the ship, the flash had been seen.
“Explosion on the moon, sir!” Reported one of the officers.
“You don’t say!”
“Admiral, now we can keep the weapon level,” said another. “The garbage dump has exploded and is probably burning out now.”
“Hmp. Then we’ll continue.”

The large collectors absorbed the planet’s energy. The bridge’s instrument registered that energy still came back in a few areas of the planet. Emergency energy. It was strange, but the collectors didn’t seem to pick them up. But it didn’t matter. Finally, the large accumulator inside the ship was charged enough to give the green light.
“Admiral, we can activate the hyperspace gate.”
“Excellent,” said Parem. “The squadron should get ready. Carry on!”
“Get ready to activate the hyperspace gate!”
Data has been checked. Everything was clear. The computer made the calculation and the parabolic antenna at the bottom of the Purple Death was positioned. Then the accumulators released their energy again. The hyperspace gate opened.
“Start squadron!”
“Admiral,” called one of the officers.
Parem sighed. Why were people constantly blaring his rank across the bridge? Well, whatever!
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“Sensors report spaceship launch on Kor Ywen!”
“There is definitely no spaceship launch planned. What kind of ship is that?”
The officer checked the scanner. “Small spacecraft. Identified as an ASTROCOHORS ship.”
“Very good,” said Parem happily. “This will be the first catch of the day.”
“I do not think so, Admiral!”
“No? But why not?”
The officer shrugged. “That is one of the drawbacks of this ship. We cannot shoot while maintaining the hyperspace gate. We will have to let the spaceship go.”
Admiral Parem made a face. “A few things on this ship urgently need to be adjusted.”
“The squadron has started and is on its way to hyperspace gate,” announced another officer.
At least that seemed to be going well. But there were already the next problems coming up.
“Admiral!” Not again. “The spaceship!”
“What about the spaceship?” Parem tried not to sound too annoyed.
“It changed the course!”
“It is heading for the hyperspace gate!”
“What? Close hyperspace gate immediately!”
“That doesn’t work, sir! The squadron …”
“Command to the squadron: speed up! Show me the spaceship on the screen.”
The main screen was activated. It showed the view of an outside camera. You could see the hyperspace gate that created an opening in the space-time continuum. The squadron’s ships were moving toward the opening. Just like the other spaceship.
“Do you see the logo, sir?” Asked one of the officers. “This is an ASTROCOHORS CLUB ship.”
“So close and yet so far,” Parem replied.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Now it would be easy to shoot down the ship. But we can’t. Prepare to close the hyperspace gate once the last ship from the squadron is through.”
“It won’t help. See! There!”

“What a hell of a guy this pilot is!” Said Parem not without admiration. He wondered what was going on aboard the small ship. And why it was headed for the hyperspace gate. Did they want to stop the squadron?
At that moment, the ship slid between the squadron’s battleships. It flew through the hyperspace gate. Shortly afterwards the squadron’s last ship had flown through.
“Hyperspace gate will be deactivated,” reported one officer. “We are waiting for a call from the squadron to open the escape route for them.”
“Very good, officer!” Said Parem. “In the meantime, get in touch with the Praepositus. I need to talk to him about the Vice Leader.”

ASTROCOHORS Command 06: Alliances

ASTROCOHORS Command takes the next step: The department ASTROCOHORS C.L.U.B. is reorganized and starts new on this special date…

You find the divisions here:



Chez Frashokereti:

Clef, Pen and Brush:




The Chronicles of SIDUS BELLA:


ASTROCOHORS Command 04: The Beginning of ASTROCOHORS 日本

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Jarmo Dorak is still in the stream he entered quite some time ago. And still things Keep moving on: ASTROCOHORS opens another new chapter – ASTROCOHORS Japan!

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Witness the start of this Division in its first chapter right HERE!

Jarmo Dorakはまだかなり前に入った流れのままです。 そしてまだまだ動い続ける:ASTROCOHORSは別の新しい章、ASTROCOHORS 日本 を開きます!



ASTROCOHORS Command 02: Opening the Brasilian Chapter

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Jarmo Dorak is still in the stream he entered quite some time ago. But now something from his past is manifesting: ASTROCOHORS opens a new chapter – ASTROCOHORS Brasil!

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Jarmo Dorak ainda está no fluxo que ele entrou para sair há algum tempo. Mas agora algo de seu passado está se manifestando: ASTROCOHORS abre uma nova divisão – ASTROCOHORS Brasil!

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It all starts here: “Arrendipementos do Passado

ASTROCOHORS Command: The Big Opening

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Earth is in turmoil! Finally the first episode of the International Version – that’s why it was first called “IV” – of ASTROCOHORS, this nice science fiction fantasy thriller adventure drama comedy review bedtime story and other things series is online. In this first episode we get a glimpse of Jarmo Dorak as he’s searching for the Wind Harp. He hopes to finde the Cube of Knowledge. Well, who doesn’t? But this story has just begun….

This space for rent!

Journal of the Mhulls


Excitement was going around in the Headquarter of ASTROCOHORS. An Invention had been made. From now on they say it would be much easier to store the history of the agency. To bring up reports. But this happy message was almost undermined by the not good News of the day: Another shuttle had landed on the facility. An emergency shuttle. Officers of ASTROCOHORS were brought back in after they got injured somewhere out in the galaxy.

The New Era

The winds of change are blowing hard in our direction, we can’t go back and we can’t stand still… This is from a song from Earth. And it has been and will always be true that there is only one constant thing in the universe: change! The Space Fleet itself couldn’t escape it. There was a long discussion, but they decided to change the name from STAR COMMAND – which was from the Terran language English – to an expression from the Galactic Standard Language (short: Galstan): ASTROCOHORS. It meant Starfleet and seemed to be apropriate. With this change of year the change of name was complete in all departments…

This title grafic includes a graphic by tomasss81 / 123RF Stock Foto
This title grafic includes a graphic by tomasss81 / 123RF Stock Foto