Unoworld Stories Book 1

UNOWORLD STORIES

BOOK 1

BY DON KROSS

Copyright 2016 Don Kross

Smashwords Edition

Text Copyright Don Kross

All Rights Reserved

To my wife for her love and support

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE BY ANGEL BARLOT

PART 1THE SAGA OF RAYMOND MABUTA

PART 2 PEDRO VENNEZ LEGIONNAIRE

PART 3 MO–FESS–AN ZEOUS TRIBAL CHIEF

PART 4 CARLOS AND RONDA EARTH DISSIDENTS

PART 5 THE JASSON FAMILY

OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR

PROLOGUE BY ANGEL BARLOT

This is a collection of stories of individuals and how the Unoworld controlled world government affected their lives. The Unoworld, a secret society, was founded by a Russian, Yuri Yoroshov in the year 2084. After the demise of Yuri, it was the American, Nancy Smith, and her grandson, Brian Boardmann, who were instrumental in establishing a World Government, which consisted of a World Senate and a World Assembly. At the same time the Ruling, Middle and Poor Classes emerged.

The World Senate became the dominate power in the World Government. The Senate President along with the Committee Chairpersons or Cabinet became the executive branch of the World Government. Brian Boardmann became the first Senate President, followed by a succession of Presidents who supported the perpetuation of the Ruling Class with its many privileges. However there was one Senate President, Petra Smith, who tried to change the World Senate. Petra was unable to change the World Senate. Instead, she was tried and banished to the prison planet, Prehensio.

During the reign of the Senate Presidents, several planets were discovered, which included Paxus Centium, Prehensio, Zeous, and Centelliberi. Most of the Earth settlers on these planets were from the Poor Class. Prehensio was known as the prison planet although it also included the headquarters and bases for the Legionnaires. Zeous, a hot and humid planet, was populated with primitive natives. Paxus Centium was a unique planet with an advanced civilization who hadn’t participated in war or crime. The planet Centelliberi was inhabited by a medieval civilization.

Eventually, the Unoworld was overthrown. The World Senate was disbanded with the World Assembly becoming the dominate governing organization for Earth. Exploration of the universe was suspended for a while. Paxus Centium now became the center of the universe. Exploration of the universe was eventually resumed.

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PART 1THE SAGA OF RAYMOND MABUTA

RAYMOND MABUTA-- BORN INTO THE RULING CLASS

There are many stories that could be told about people from the Ruling, Middle and Poor Classes. This is just one of those stories as told by Raymond Mabuta, a member of the Ruling Class in Africa.

In the year 2264, I was born to Julio and Erath Mabuta in the Kisangani Mega–City, African Federation, that territory which was the former Central African country of Zaire. I’m a descendant of the tribes that inhabited Central Africa. My parents, members of the Ruling Class, were wealthy merchants and landowners.

At the time of my birth, the African Federation was one of the poorest Federations on Earth. Most African people lived in desolate poverty. A small number of the Middle Class supplied the skilled labor, small merchants and civil service positions in the government.

The Aids epidemic, which swept Africa at the end of the 20th Century and the Ebola epidemic were conquered in the middle of the 21st Century. Unfortunately, this didn’t end the poverty that plagued the African continent. As usual, more people were born into the Poor Class, which perpetuated the poverty cycle.

My family and I benefitted considerably from being members of the Ruling Class. We lived in an enclosed gated community adjacent to the Kisangani Mega–City, and seldom saw or paid attention to the poverty, which surrounded our area. My parents gave my older brother, two sisters and me everything we desired. I spent the early years of my life in this enclosed world of the Ruling Class. I had no concept of how the majority of the African people lived, and I really didn’t care.

The elementary school for the Ruling Class in our community, which I attended, was staffed with excellent teachers, a few white Europeans and one white American. Since living in an enclosed gated community, I associated only with my fellow students, and friends who were from the Ruling Class. During these years, I never associated or even knew anybody from the Poor or Middle Classes.

On occasions, we traveled to Europe or America in a special jet aircraft reserved only for the Ruling Class. Ground transportation outside of our gated community was in special limousines or buses. On the rare occasions we spent in the Kisangani Mega–City, we passed through areas of severe poverty. At the time, I never felt sorry for the plight of the Poor Class and as a member of the Ruling Class, I felt we were better and deserved better than those wretched people. The area immediately outside the main gate of our community was populated mostly by members of the Middle Class. Even that area wasn’t all that great.

The police and the local African National Guard Detachment provided the security for our Ruling Class Community. All Middle Class and Poor Class members who worked in our community required special passes. None of these people were ever allowed in our community other than employment or as our servants.

During my early years, I led a privileged secluded life, until I reached my teens and prepared for entrance to a special high school for boys.

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My older brother, Raul, had been designated to follow in my father’s footsteps, and he would eventually take control of the family businesses. After Raul graduated from elementary school, he enrolled in the same high school, Briarwood, which my father and grandfather attended when they were young. As a male member of the family, I was also expected to enroll in Briarwood to follow the family tradition, which gave me the opportunity to live away from home.

Briarwood was a boy’s high school strictly for members of the Ruling Class. The school was located in the South African Province, and came into existence about 120 years ago. The school wasn’t a military academy, but the students wore school uniforms and had to abide by strict special rules.

The areas surrounding Briarwood were also populated with members of the Poor Class. I should have felt some compassion for the plight of the people living in these areas. I was immune to the plight of these poor people. Sadly, these people were black like me. When I was a student at Briarwood, all I understood was that I was a member of a special group of human beings, the Ruling Class. Middle Class employees of the school lived on campus in special areas. The African National Guard and police provided security for the campus.

Up to this time, except for some of my teachers in elementary school, I had lived in an all-black environment. However, about 10% of the student population at Briarwood were white descendants of white South Africans. Whether we were Black or White, we still were members of the Ruling Class. Yet, there was friction amongst the races. I’ll admit that I didn’t think much of many of my fellow white classmates.

I never was an outstanding student like my brother, Raul, but with the help of special tutors, I managed to obtain fair grades in most of my classes. However, I excelled in all sports and was the outstanding soccer player for the four years that I spent at Briarwood.

When my brother, Raul, graduated from Briarwood, he was accepted for admission to a prestigious university in the English Province of the Euro-Russian Federation. He was being groomed to succeed my father in the family business. My grades at Briarwood weren’t good enough for admission to the same university. I even considered applying for admission to a school in the North American Federation. My father and brother were receptive to this idea when I discussed this with them.

One day at Briarwood, a member of the African National Guard Officer Corps gave a presentation about the Officer Corps Cadet Program at the African Military and Space Academy. Being a member of the Officer Corps was prestigious and a part of an elite military organization restricted only to members of the Ruling Class. An Officer received a generous allowance and many benefits. Upon graduation from the Academy, a cadet earned a lieutenant’s commission and had a choice of serving in the African Federation National Guard, World Air Force, World Navy, Space Patrol or Space Legionnaires.

If I had attended a university in England, the North American Federation or the African Federation and graduated, I would be working for my father and eventually for my brother, Raul. Financially, I would never have anything to worry about, but I would always be in the shadow of my brother.

I gave a great deal of thought about becoming an officer in one of the armed forces. When I made the decision to enter the Military and Space Academy after graduating from Briarwood, I had to convince my father and brother of my decision. It took a considerable amount of discussion with my father and brother to convince them about my potential career. I finally convinced them, and upon graduating from Briarwood in 2282, I entered the African Military and Space Academy on the west coast of Africa. Anyone from the Ruling Class, who entered the academy, usually made it through graduation. Each cadet had a personal tutor to aid him or her in their studies.

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THE AFRICAN NATIONAL GUARD AND GENEVIEVE

While attending the Military and Space Academy, I met a woman that would alter my life. I never had a steady girlfriend prior to entering the Academy. I wasn’t really shy or uncomfortable in the company of women; after all I had two older sisters. However, going to Briarwood, an all-male school, the only time I could associate with girls was during the two--month recess and periodic socials held by the academy.

In my final years at the Academy, there were several socials where a male cadet could meet women. During my last year at the Academy, I had done rather well with the aid of a tutor--in fact, my father and brother were pleased with my performance. Several months before my graduation, I decided to attend one of the socials.

There was a good turnout for this social. Many unattached women were present. The mood, music and food were ideal. I talked with several of my classmates, danced with several women, when I decided to go to the punch bowl. Genevieve had decided to do the same. I vaguely remembered seeing Genevieve at other socials; she was an incredible beautiful woman. When we met at the punch bowl and she smiled, I stammered out an introduction.

I’m Cadet Raymond Mabuta and you are?

Genevieve Moru, she replied. I’ve seen you at other socials here. It’s warm in here; would you like to join me outside on the veranda?

Of course, I didn’t hesitate. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone else on the veranda. We talked for an hour. I learned that she was a model. I managed to ask Genevieve if she would come with me to a cadet function on the next weekend and was overjoyed when she accepted.

Love is blind. Genevieve was a model, and all I could see was this incredible beautiful woman who was willing to spend time with me. The courtship of Genevieve was short. I proposed and she accepted. I was on a cloud. After I graduated from the Academy, we would marry.

I applied for a position in the African National Guard and was accepted. I would be commissioned as a Lieutenant Junior Grade upon graduation from the Academy. Furthermore, I would be stationed at Camp Xerovin, which was located not far from the Kisangani Mega–City and the Ruling Class compound where my parents, brother and sisters lived.

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The wedding took place at the Academy Chapel. We walked out of the chapel under a canopy of raised swords by my fellow cadets. We spent our honeymoon on the island of Bermuda in the Caribbean.

The first year of our marriage was fine. We had decided we would not have children for several more years. Unfortunately, that first year of marriage, Genevieve and I spent about four months together. She continued with her modeling career and went off on modeling assignments for extended periods of time. Food riots started in the poor sections of the Cairo Mega–City. I had only been at Camp Xerovin about six weeks when our battalion was ordered to the Cairo Mega--City to aid in putting down the food riots. It was a difficult time for me adjusting to the demands of a junior officer in the African National Guard.

After several weeks in the Cairo Mega--City, we came back to Camp Xerovin. Then an uprising started in the Mozambique Province by guerrillas who were not well equipped or organized. Still, it was a brutal campaign. We had the technological advantage with sophisticated air gun ships equipped with detection devices, which could detect the guerrillas in the thickest vegetation. But, it still was impossible to find every guerrilla, because there were kilometers and kilometers of vegetation to cover. The campaign took several months before we gained control of the Mozambique Province.

The second year of our marriage started. I had just arrived back in Camp Xerovin after the campaign in the Mozambique Province. This time Genevieve was also back from a modeling assignment. We started an innocent discussion which soon degenerated into our first big argument. Genevieve said something critical about the attitude of the Ruling Class toward the Middle and Poor Classes. She questioned some of the customs and privileges of the Ruling Class. Anyway, we made--up. Shortly after that she was off on another modeling assignment.

By the time Genevieve came back to our apartment in the Camp Xerovin Ruling Class Compound, I went on a six--week training exercise in the Middle--East Federation. When I arrived back at Camp Xerovin, Genevieve and I were together for a short time before she left on another modeling assignment.

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During a relatively quiet period for the National Guard, more recruits were brought in for a big training program. The majority of these recruits were from the Poor Class. While this was the 23rd Century, most of these recruits couldn’t read or write. We not only faced the task of training these recruits, but we had to teach them basic reading and writing skills. Yet, there was always a large number of the Poor Class willing to join the National Guard because of better living conditions, food and medical benefits not available to them as Poor Class civilians. Most of the cadre, the sergeants, corporals and Warrant Officers came from the Middle Class.

This was the first time that I really felt the animosity of the Middle and Poor Classes toward members of the Ruling Class. At the time, I was a part of the Ruling Class and would do anything to insure that the Ruling Class dominated.

In both the Middle and Poor Class ranks there were spies who would alert the Officer Corps of any potential trouble makers. Those National Guard Enlisted Personnel, who deviated from the so--called National Guard Code of Conduct, were tried by a special court martial and severely punished. Flogging was a frequent punishment. Sad to say, I invoked the flogging penalty several times.

Yet, it was the Poor Class National Guard soldiers who bore the brunt of restoring order in the Poor Class areas. Rioting and demonstrations were a result of the miserable living conditions for the Poor Class.

The Middle Class cadre, the Warrant Officers and sergeants were made aware that if they deviated from the policies set forth by the Ruling Class Officer Corps; their punishment would be swift and brutal. This could include banishment to the prison planet, Prehensio.

During my time in the African National