From my point of view the girl wasn’t so bad, us humans have probably done far worse things than her race or at least equal to them, and I have never seen much point in stereotyping one person based on their race, but my guests were quite insistent about me locking her up and the Stupid ships computer seemed to agree with them so I had little choice. However, they could not stop me from taking her food and talking to her, which is exactly what I intended to do.
On the way to the holding cell, which my ships computer had failed to mention we had, Tamas filled me in on who the Draconians were and what wonderful things they had done for the aliens arms markets and how well they were controlling the universes expanding population, albeit not in a polite manner, in addition he explained the events that lead to his ship “encountering” my ship. Despite how interesting it was to talk to an alien that wasn’t turning me into a girl or throwing books at my head, I was drawn to the alien girl, so much so that at one point I missed an entire half of a dialog. I could not keep myself from watching her, she looked so on edge so ready to fight at any moment while at the same time she seemed completely calm, utterly depressed, and ready to cry, every so often I would catch the flicker of what could have been a smile deep in the chaotic obsidian darkness that was her eyes, those enigmatic eyes of hers never seemed to stop moving, she seemed to expect attack at anytime. Oddly enough all I could think of when I saw her was that she desperately needed a hug. This was not to say she was in anyway fragile in fact the way my new alien prisoner carried herself I gathered she was only “putting up” with her captors and could escape quite easily anytime she decided to, I chose not to mention this to my new guests, although I suspected that that Tamas fellow was fully aware of the tenuous hold he had on the alien girl.
By this time we had arrived at our intended destination and I was fed up not knowing, so I grabbed the alien girl’s arm, the next instant my back hit the ground and I was staring up into her the deep black pools of her eyes. Now since I was expecting her to react in such a manner, I was completely unperturbed and went on as if nothing and happened, “what is your name?” I inquired gasping for breath, “You see I can’t keep calling you “the alien girl” in my internal monologs so it is imperative that you tell me your name”. My complete lack of fear of the girl seemed to unsettle Tamas’s crew, confuse the alien girl, and amuse Tamas. “My name is Minaroro” the alien girl said so softly I almost didn’t hear her, her voice was that of a distrustful angel mixed with a hint of rage, the playfulness of a faery, the calm of the ocean before a storm engulfs you, and the sadness of ten thousand childless mothers. I had never met anyone like her, she was the stuff of myth and legends, while she was helping me to my feet I decided that I would stick close to this girl, she was special and I honestly wanted to give her a hug, but given the previous reaction I felt I should get to know her first before I went embracing her randomly.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
A poem called Hocus focus
When you enter school your mind is placed on consignment
Capital is gained by completion of mandatory assignments
Used to test alignment to transitory subjects of study
Time to learn, ready?
The exam can not be completed using hocus pocus
Completion requires focus.
If you try your best and are still failing
This advice will put your mind at rest
Mark C throughout the test
Teachers use it more than any other letter
Sneak a peek to see if your neighbors work is better
If you can’t cheat off your buddy
Then perhaps you should have studied.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
A poem called Strawberry
Here is a little Poem I just wrote, I shall update Surreality soon, till then enjoy this poem I think I will call;
STRAWBERRY
Madness chases away all sadness
Never have I encountered a depressed madman
Even their hair refuses to be oppressed instead questing for delight
of its own accord
Madness is it’s own reward
A soul in said present state
Cares not for public opinion as to whether they are loved or great
For them such things are not debated
Instead they wonder how purple is stated
Why apples are never congratulated
And whether beans should be educated
For madness is not a mental defect
Tis how our soul reflects
The fact that our imaginations cannot be suppressed
To a tyrants great distress
Madness shows we are blessed
Beware the corn as it gets undressed.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Surreality (Part 20)
“Hello, fancy running into you here” slipped out before I could think of anything better to say, I was also much too chipper when I said it, I have to quit hanging out with my ships AI so much. The alien girl looked confused and the man behind her chuckled,
The man extended his hand to me, “Hello my name is Tamas. Could you kindly ask your ship to leave mine alone?” This Tamas fellow reminded me of a mixture of characters from the silver screen, most of them being lovable scoundrels. “I am sorry, I had no idea it was this hungry, I thought it had just eaten” I replied as I shook his hand. My ship chose that moment to finish off its “meal” leaving their fifteen man crew and myself alone in the large empty room where their ship had once be lodged. “So… um, I guess you can stay at my place for a while” I said kind of awkwardly, what does one say to a person that just had their ship consumed. “You are very kind, I do hope your ship is quite full now miss…” I can honestly say that no one has ever kissed my hand before when introducing themselves and I must say it startled me a bit, “Oh how rude of me, my name is Robin Birk, nice to meet you” I introduced myself quickly so he did not notice my nervous reaction to his touch.
Tamas introduced the rest of his crew to me and then asked me if I had a brig to lock up the girl, whose name I still had not learned. When I inquired as to why she would need to be locked up, she looked nice enough to me; I was told she was a Draconian as if that was enough information. “What is a Draconian?” I asked when Tamas made it clear he wasn’t going to supply that information, the face of every one of them mirrored an identical expression of shock and disbelief, “How can you have not heard about the most ruthlessly brutal race in the galaxy?” one of Tamas’s crew finally asked after a fifteen minute long silence. “My race doesn’t get out much” I said in an off hand manner.
The man extended his hand to me, “Hello my name is Tamas. Could you kindly ask your ship to leave mine alone?” This Tamas fellow reminded me of a mixture of characters from the silver screen, most of them being lovable scoundrels. “I am sorry, I had no idea it was this hungry, I thought it had just eaten” I replied as I shook his hand. My ship chose that moment to finish off its “meal” leaving their fifteen man crew and myself alone in the large empty room where their ship had once be lodged. “So… um, I guess you can stay at my place for a while” I said kind of awkwardly, what does one say to a person that just had their ship consumed. “You are very kind, I do hope your ship is quite full now miss…” I can honestly say that no one has ever kissed my hand before when introducing themselves and I must say it startled me a bit, “Oh how rude of me, my name is Robin Birk, nice to meet you” I introduced myself quickly so he did not notice my nervous reaction to his touch.
Tamas introduced the rest of his crew to me and then asked me if I had a brig to lock up the girl, whose name I still had not learned. When I inquired as to why she would need to be locked up, she looked nice enough to me; I was told she was a Draconian as if that was enough information. “What is a Draconian?” I asked when Tamas made it clear he wasn’t going to supply that information, the face of every one of them mirrored an identical expression of shock and disbelief, “How can you have not heard about the most ruthlessly brutal race in the galaxy?” one of Tamas’s crew finally asked after a fifteen minute long silence. “My race doesn’t get out much” I said in an off hand manner.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Surreality (Part 19)
CHAPTER 4
(5 days later somewhere else)
I found sleeping on my ship was more of a challenge then I thought it would be, instead of a bed my sleeping area consisted of a zero-G field with environmental homeostasis and the most annoying alarm clock I have ever encountered, I never thought I would miss the simple pleasure of snuggling under a nice warm blanket and playing Tetris, the field just wasn’t the same. Things got better this morning when I was privy to a wonderful treat; a small ship crashed in to the side of mine, it happened while I was on my way to the bridge with a cup of tea, which resulted in me burning my pinky toe on my left foot and my right ear in the most bizarre spill I have ever seen. I calmly asked the ships computer what was it that had just collided with us in such an unfriendly manner, “A small Privateer-class starship” the computer replied in a perky an overtly joyful voice, “Will they be hitting us again” I asked patiently, the ships computer had no ideas about proper decorum. “Nope, its engines were destroyed in the crash, looks like they did not intend to hit us” the computer answered sounding somewhat disappointed. Unsure of how to respond to the ships dejection about the lack of hostile intentions by the unexpected visitors I decided to remain silent and go inspect the damage.
By the time I got to the crash site the ship had already sealed the hole and re-pressurized the area using the other ship for raw material, much to the apparent dismay of the smaller ships crew. The entire crew, save one girl, was trying to stop my ships automated repair bots from “eating” their ship, sadly they were unsuccessful.
The girl had an exotic beauty she radiated in the “she is unaware of her beauty sort of way” she had bleach white hair that seemed to shimmer with purple and red. The girl must have heard my approach because she turned to look at me while dropping into a slightly defensive stance, her face caught me by surprise, she had the face of a porcelain doll except for the four scars on her face, one under each eye with the other two coming down from her forehead and stopping just above her eyebrows, not one of them was wider than an inch and they looked to be slow and deliberately cut into her. As odd as her scars were her eyes stood out far beyond anything else about her, she did not have any white in her eyes, they looked like large black bottomless pools that filled up her entire eyes.
Since I had already been spotted I figured I would venture over and introduce myself to my new guests and hope they weren’t to mad about their ship.
(5 days later somewhere else)
I found sleeping on my ship was more of a challenge then I thought it would be, instead of a bed my sleeping area consisted of a zero-G field with environmental homeostasis and the most annoying alarm clock I have ever encountered, I never thought I would miss the simple pleasure of snuggling under a nice warm blanket and playing Tetris, the field just wasn’t the same. Things got better this morning when I was privy to a wonderful treat; a small ship crashed in to the side of mine, it happened while I was on my way to the bridge with a cup of tea, which resulted in me burning my pinky toe on my left foot and my right ear in the most bizarre spill I have ever seen. I calmly asked the ships computer what was it that had just collided with us in such an unfriendly manner, “A small Privateer-class starship” the computer replied in a perky an overtly joyful voice, “Will they be hitting us again” I asked patiently, the ships computer had no ideas about proper decorum. “Nope, its engines were destroyed in the crash, looks like they did not intend to hit us” the computer answered sounding somewhat disappointed. Unsure of how to respond to the ships dejection about the lack of hostile intentions by the unexpected visitors I decided to remain silent and go inspect the damage.
By the time I got to the crash site the ship had already sealed the hole and re-pressurized the area using the other ship for raw material, much to the apparent dismay of the smaller ships crew. The entire crew, save one girl, was trying to stop my ships automated repair bots from “eating” their ship, sadly they were unsuccessful.
The girl had an exotic beauty she radiated in the “she is unaware of her beauty sort of way” she had bleach white hair that seemed to shimmer with purple and red. The girl must have heard my approach because she turned to look at me while dropping into a slightly defensive stance, her face caught me by surprise, she had the face of a porcelain doll except for the four scars on her face, one under each eye with the other two coming down from her forehead and stopping just above her eyebrows, not one of them was wider than an inch and they looked to be slow and deliberately cut into her. As odd as her scars were her eyes stood out far beyond anything else about her, she did not have any white in her eyes, they looked like large black bottomless pools that filled up her entire eyes.
Since I had already been spotted I figured I would venture over and introduce myself to my new guests and hope they weren’t to mad about their ship.
Surreality (Part 18)
“We will take her with us, she may be useful in acquiring information about her people, although it seems Commander Maridian knows more about Draconian culture then we thought, so we may not need her at all” the central elder said more to himself then anyone else. “My people will focus their assault on whichever ship you send me on, so would advise using that ship as a distraction to help facilitate the evacuation of the children” Minaroro suggested helpfully while investigating the overly elaborate light fixture that was suspended above the elders elevated table. “Why will your people be gunning so heavily for you” one of the soldiers in the back of the room asked suspiciously, Minaroro shrugged “regulations”, any further conversation was cut off when the base loud speakers announced that the elders ship was prepped and scheduled to leave in ten minutes. “the central elder turned toward Tamas and ordered him to take Minaroro onto his ship and attempt to draw the Draconian fleet away long enough to finish evacuations and then try to survive and rendezvous with the fleet in the sub-stream. Tamas saluted, about faced and walked out of the room with Minaroro walking along behind him quietly.
END CHAPTER 3
END CHAPTER 3
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Surreality (Part 17)
The room was in an uproar everyone was telling everyone else to do, while the mother and Minaroro stood in a detached isolation from the rest of the room, Tamas merely looked mildly perturbed. The combination of the knife clattering the ground and the resounding slap the mother hit Minaroro with brought every eye back to Minaroro and the child’s mother and draped the room in a heavy silence. “You nearly kill my child then try to take the easy way out? How dare you.” The woman’s furious words confused Minaroro, did she care for her offspring that much? What happened next confused Minaroro far more then the woman’s words; the woman, who had a foot an a half in height and out weighed Minaroro by a good forty-five kilograms, engulfed her in a massive bear hug. “Thank you for saving my daughter, if you had not responded as quickly as you had she would have died” the woman said as she released Minaroro from her embrace. The utter confusion on Minaroro’s face caused Tamas to break down into uncontrollable laughter to the point where he was reduced to a crumpled heap on the floor gasping for air with tear steaming down his face. The elders told Tamas to get a hold of him self or they would have him removed.
Never in Minaroro’s 499 missions had she had so many problems or had been as confused as on this mission, for the first time since she thought Tamas had died, Minaroro wanted to cry, so she did.
The sight of a Draconian soldier sobbing was the last thing anyone in the room would have expected, save for Tamas who knew Minaroro better then anyone else in the universe did. Before anyone could figure out this sudden turn of events a soldier exploded into the room, “Elders, a massive Draconian attack fleet was just detected on long range scanners and their headed this way!” the soldier urgently announced. All eyes turned toward Minaroro “Did you call for reinforcements Draconian?” the elders asked Minaroro calmly. She informed them that when her armor was removed an automated signal was sent back to her home world informing her people that she was either captured or dead, and that the fleet on their sensors was coming to kill everyone at this base including her, in fact their primary goal was her. “Why would they also kill you?” the elders asked curiously, “What use would they have with a warrior too weak to avoid capture?” Minaroro responded wondering why these elders did not know such simple facts.
“Are we suppose to feel sorry for you because your people are trying to kill you now?” one of the soldiers behind the elders asked Minaroro flatly. Minaroro just shrugged, “You people are no longer my enemies, do with me what you will. Although I would suggest you evacuate your base before that fleet arrives” as Minaroro said these words she realized she had no idea what she would do with her life if she somehow survived both her captors and her own people. “The Draconian is right, Sergeant tell the base commander to begin evacuation” the central elder ordered the soldier to his left. “What should we do with her?” the elder on the far left asked.
Never in Minaroro’s 499 missions had she had so many problems or had been as confused as on this mission, for the first time since she thought Tamas had died, Minaroro wanted to cry, so she did.
The sight of a Draconian soldier sobbing was the last thing anyone in the room would have expected, save for Tamas who knew Minaroro better then anyone else in the universe did. Before anyone could figure out this sudden turn of events a soldier exploded into the room, “Elders, a massive Draconian attack fleet was just detected on long range scanners and their headed this way!” the soldier urgently announced. All eyes turned toward Minaroro “Did you call for reinforcements Draconian?” the elders asked Minaroro calmly. She informed them that when her armor was removed an automated signal was sent back to her home world informing her people that she was either captured or dead, and that the fleet on their sensors was coming to kill everyone at this base including her, in fact their primary goal was her. “Why would they also kill you?” the elders asked curiously, “What use would they have with a warrior too weak to avoid capture?” Minaroro responded wondering why these elders did not know such simple facts.
“Are we suppose to feel sorry for you because your people are trying to kill you now?” one of the soldiers behind the elders asked Minaroro flatly. Minaroro just shrugged, “You people are no longer my enemies, do with me what you will. Although I would suggest you evacuate your base before that fleet arrives” as Minaroro said these words she realized she had no idea what she would do with her life if she somehow survived both her captors and her own people. “The Draconian is right, Sergeant tell the base commander to begin evacuation” the central elder ordered the soldier to his left. “What should we do with her?” the elder on the far left asked.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Surreality (Part 16)
Minaroro had never seen people, in her entire life, as old as the seven people who sat before her now and wondered how they kept their power from being taken by the younger and stronger soldiers standing around them. Minaroro then noticed the crying couple just to the right of the elders and, based on what Tamas had told her once, concluded that they were the child’s parents. Tamas had once told her that other races actually became upset if their children were injured for reasons other then the insult to the families honor that the attack caused, Minaroro had never understood why this was the case, but knew what she had to do.
Minaroro walked toward the couple, ignoring the elders and their commands for her to stay where she was, while she moved toward them she pulled the knife she had confiscated from the large man who had thrown her, when she reached the couple she stopped. The couples looks of fear became looks of shock and bewilderment when Minaroro bowed to them and handed the father the knife, then took a step back and waited for the death blow with her eyes closed, a dishonorable Draconian did not deserve the honor of watching their own death. Several minutes passed without anyone moving, the elders and their guards were too shocked to see such an act from their enemy and the couple just looked confused, Minaroro stood unwavering expecting death at any second.
The door behind Minaroro slide open and a young commander strolled into the room casually, glanced at Minaroro then turned to the elders and announced that the child was in stable condition and would make a complete recovery.
Minaroro’s eyes snapped open in surprise, causing the couple to take a step back in fear, Minaroro turned toward the commander, “Tamas?” Minaroro said in complete disbelief. The commander turned his head to face Minaroro, “Roro?…should have know it was you, no other Draconian would have tried to save that kid or gotten themselves captured in the process” Tamas said after a minute of staring at Minaroro. “I thought you were dead” Minaroro said with tears in her eyes. “Do you know this Draconian commander Maridian?” the elders asked. “Now why would you think that?” Tamas inquired, not really specifying who he was asking or looking at anyone in particular and kind of looking at the ceiling as to avoid everyone’s eye. Both the elders and Minaroro answered at the same time; “She said your name and since when can you speak fluent Draconian?” “My sister blew up the crate you were hiding in”. Tamas paused a second to assimilate both responses “Yes I know her” Tamas said to the elders then turned to Minaroro “It occurred to me that if I hid in the escape pods I would reduce the risk of detection so I moved to them while you were talking to your sister, I am sorry I caused you so much pain” then Tamas turned to the couple “She is expecting you to kill her to make up for her attack on your child” he informed them. “And why does she not offer to do the same for the soldiers she killed commander?” the elders asked in a harsh tone, Tamas chuckled and explained to the elders that Minaroro is a warrior and so were the soldiers and killing each other is their job and that job only includes warriors to Minaroro, the child is a innocent and as such Minaroro dishonored herself, the family of the child, and everyone she has ever fought when she injured the child. That and she’s always had a soft spot for children.
Upon hearing this, the mother of the child made a decision she took the knife from her husband and walked toward Minaroro. When Minaroro saw this she turned to face the women, closed her eyes and waited.
Minaroro walked toward the couple, ignoring the elders and their commands for her to stay where she was, while she moved toward them she pulled the knife she had confiscated from the large man who had thrown her, when she reached the couple she stopped. The couples looks of fear became looks of shock and bewilderment when Minaroro bowed to them and handed the father the knife, then took a step back and waited for the death blow with her eyes closed, a dishonorable Draconian did not deserve the honor of watching their own death. Several minutes passed without anyone moving, the elders and their guards were too shocked to see such an act from their enemy and the couple just looked confused, Minaroro stood unwavering expecting death at any second.
The door behind Minaroro slide open and a young commander strolled into the room casually, glanced at Minaroro then turned to the elders and announced that the child was in stable condition and would make a complete recovery.
Minaroro’s eyes snapped open in surprise, causing the couple to take a step back in fear, Minaroro turned toward the commander, “Tamas?” Minaroro said in complete disbelief. The commander turned his head to face Minaroro, “Roro?…should have know it was you, no other Draconian would have tried to save that kid or gotten themselves captured in the process” Tamas said after a minute of staring at Minaroro. “I thought you were dead” Minaroro said with tears in her eyes. “Do you know this Draconian commander Maridian?” the elders asked. “Now why would you think that?” Tamas inquired, not really specifying who he was asking or looking at anyone in particular and kind of looking at the ceiling as to avoid everyone’s eye. Both the elders and Minaroro answered at the same time; “She said your name and since when can you speak fluent Draconian?” “My sister blew up the crate you were hiding in”. Tamas paused a second to assimilate both responses “Yes I know her” Tamas said to the elders then turned to Minaroro “It occurred to me that if I hid in the escape pods I would reduce the risk of detection so I moved to them while you were talking to your sister, I am sorry I caused you so much pain” then Tamas turned to the couple “She is expecting you to kill her to make up for her attack on your child” he informed them. “And why does she not offer to do the same for the soldiers she killed commander?” the elders asked in a harsh tone, Tamas chuckled and explained to the elders that Minaroro is a warrior and so were the soldiers and killing each other is their job and that job only includes warriors to Minaroro, the child is a innocent and as such Minaroro dishonored herself, the family of the child, and everyone she has ever fought when she injured the child. That and she’s always had a soft spot for children.
Upon hearing this, the mother of the child made a decision she took the knife from her husband and walked toward Minaroro. When Minaroro saw this she turned to face the women, closed her eyes and waited.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Surreality (Part 15)
Minaroro woke without a hint of movement to give her newly conscious state away to anyone who might be watching her, a slight chill touched Minaroro’s skin informing her that her armor was gone. Minaroro moved imperceptibly testing her restraints, they would be too weak to hold Minaroro if she wanted out of them but that fact gave her the element of surprise, should she need it, considering she sensed at least five guards around her, she probably would.
Minaroro opened her eyes slightly and saw a very large man standing over her, “So this is what a mighty Draconian soldier looks like?” the man sneered as he lifted Minaroro up by her neck, “I am disappointed, this soldier, a member of the most feared race in the universe, is nothing more then a little girl” after saying this the man threw Minaroro towards the wall with only minor effort. Minaroro’s eyes snapped open, her restraints flew apart, and she immediately rotated in a tight ball so her feet hit the wall first; pushing off from the wall Minaroro tackled the man who had thrown her, slamming them both into the opposite wall 50 feet away. The mans fearful eyes reflected Minaroro’s emotionless face, they also informed Minaroro that the other guards had their weapons trained on her head.
Minutes passed with no one moving, “Alright that’s enough, put new restraints on her and lets get moving the council wants to see her in 10 minutes” said the young squad leader, who had, until the fight broke out, been napping unnoticed in the corner. Minaroro allowed the guards to place restraints on her and walked with them towards what she figured would be a location closer to an exit, Minaroro also was morbidly curious as to what fate awaited a captured soldier because no Draconian had ever been captured and her people did not take prisoners as far as she knew. Minaroro studied the route they were taking with great care in hopes of finding some detail that would help in her escape. “Here we are, you go in alone, Draconian” the squad leader informed Minaroro as he held the door open for her. “I think these are yours” Minaroro said quietly as she handed the restraints, she had removed, back to the squad leader and walked through the door to find out her fate.
Minaroro opened her eyes slightly and saw a very large man standing over her, “So this is what a mighty Draconian soldier looks like?” the man sneered as he lifted Minaroro up by her neck, “I am disappointed, this soldier, a member of the most feared race in the universe, is nothing more then a little girl” after saying this the man threw Minaroro towards the wall with only minor effort. Minaroro’s eyes snapped open, her restraints flew apart, and she immediately rotated in a tight ball so her feet hit the wall first; pushing off from the wall Minaroro tackled the man who had thrown her, slamming them both into the opposite wall 50 feet away. The mans fearful eyes reflected Minaroro’s emotionless face, they also informed Minaroro that the other guards had their weapons trained on her head.
Minutes passed with no one moving, “Alright that’s enough, put new restraints on her and lets get moving the council wants to see her in 10 minutes” said the young squad leader, who had, until the fight broke out, been napping unnoticed in the corner. Minaroro allowed the guards to place restraints on her and walked with them towards what she figured would be a location closer to an exit, Minaroro also was morbidly curious as to what fate awaited a captured soldier because no Draconian had ever been captured and her people did not take prisoners as far as she knew. Minaroro studied the route they were taking with great care in hopes of finding some detail that would help in her escape. “Here we are, you go in alone, Draconian” the squad leader informed Minaroro as he held the door open for her. “I think these are yours” Minaroro said quietly as she handed the restraints, she had removed, back to the squad leader and walked through the door to find out her fate.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Surreality (Part 14)
The surreal peace between the soldiers and Minaroro, their mortal enemy, lasted until the child was stabilized and carted off on a stretcher, then, as if a pistol had fired to start a race, the soldiers leapt back into their previous hostilities with Minaroro. Minaroro was simultaneously hit by a barrage of bullets from every direction, allowing herself to fall Minaroro drew her knife and readied herself to strike when the soldiers had to reload, knowing that none of them had anything that could puncture her armor at the moment. The telltale wheeze of the soldier’s guns announced that they were empty; Minaroro sprung from her crouched position grabbing the closest soldier to her, her knife stopped a hairs breath away from the soldiers’ eye, over the petrified young soldier’s shoulder Minaroro saw a small group of children watching in horror. The image of each of those children clutching their own bloody chests flashed across Minaroro’s imagination, horrified Minaroro took a step back away from the soldier and dropped her knife, had anyone been able to seen Minaroro’s face through her body armor they would have seen a confused and horrified young woman, not a soldier.
A Draconian warrior was expected to be able to kill anyone or anything without any hesitation or remorse, but Minaroro liked children and had never had to kill a child let alone injure one, she hadn’t even managed to hurt the dummies meant to represent children in her early training.
Minaroro’s internal battle to come to terms with what she had done, caused her to over look the soldier approaching, with a weapon that was basically a backpack sized tazer capable of delivering over a million volts of electricity. The electricity ripped through Minaroro’s battle armor shutting down systems as it went till it jumped into her body, Minaroro dropped to ground without a sound, as Minaroro’s consciousness started to leave her, she thought she had seen a young boy who looked just like Tamas then the blackness overcame her.
A Draconian warrior was expected to be able to kill anyone or anything without any hesitation or remorse, but Minaroro liked children and had never had to kill a child let alone injure one, she hadn’t even managed to hurt the dummies meant to represent children in her early training.
Minaroro’s internal battle to come to terms with what she had done, caused her to over look the soldier approaching, with a weapon that was basically a backpack sized tazer capable of delivering over a million volts of electricity. The electricity ripped through Minaroro’s battle armor shutting down systems as it went till it jumped into her body, Minaroro dropped to ground without a sound, as Minaroro’s consciousness started to leave her, she thought she had seen a young boy who looked just like Tamas then the blackness overcame her.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Surreality (Part 13)
“Heat signatures ahead, heat means people, people mean medics, medics mean the child may live” Minaroro told herself as she ran toward the large grouping of heat signatures ahead of her through the door at the end of the hallway, her mission objective completely forgotten. Minaroro burst through the door at full speed then stopped dead, the room was huge, the palace Minaroro grew up in could have fit in this room at least twenty times over and it was full of people. Minaroro found out later that this was the base commanders wedding, and everyone who was not on guard duty was there. Minaroro stood in awe of the splendor before her, the likes of which she had never seen, then she realized that every eye in the room was on her as was every gun, “This child need medical assistance, is there a doctor here?” Minaroro announced loudly. No one moved, a pin drop would have sounded a kin to a thunderous wave, “Please help her, she is losing blood rapidly” Minaroro repeated louder. An elderly man stood up from his seat and quickly walked toward Minaroro and the child, just before the man reached them another man told him to halt “Don’t get any closer Doc, Draconian soldiers don’t even blink when they kill children, it has to be a trap.” Minaroro moved forward the last few steps between her and the doctor and handed him the child ignoring the sound of the guns clicking into their active settings.
The doctor set to work on the child immediately calling for a med-kit, while Minaroro stood over the doctor unsure of what else to do but wanting to see what the doctor was doing, “Get out of my light! I can’t see the wound” the doctor told Minaroro sharply, Minaroro quickly took a step back “Sorry” Minaroro said quietly.
The soldiers around Minaroro were unsure of how to react to this, the only time they had ever seen a Draconian was when they were in battle with one, and an apologetic one was unheard of, Minaroro was unaware of the soldier’s confusion because her eyes never left the child.
The doctor set to work on the child immediately calling for a med-kit, while Minaroro stood over the doctor unsure of what else to do but wanting to see what the doctor was doing, “Get out of my light! I can’t see the wound” the doctor told Minaroro sharply, Minaroro quickly took a step back “Sorry” Minaroro said quietly.
The soldiers around Minaroro were unsure of how to react to this, the only time they had ever seen a Draconian was when they were in battle with one, and an apologetic one was unheard of, Minaroro was unaware of the soldier’s confusion because her eyes never left the child.
Surreality (Part 12)
Two of their shots hit her in the chest throwing her backward, Minaroro rode the impacts against her armor and used them to rotate into a complete back flip; before she landed she had already drawn her sidearm, fired twice, and holstered her weapon. As soon as Minaroro’s foot hit the ground she was moving forward again, passed the two guards who now had gaping holes between their eyes. Minaroro took a right at the fork in the hallway when she saw the twenty-seven and a half heat signatures in the room that direction below the balcony. Minaroro blindly rushed through the door and vaulted over the railing to the unsuspecting group below.
Minaroro made short work of twenty-six of the soldiers and had her knife in the twenty-seventh soldier when she noticed that the half heat signature was directly behind her, removing the knife from the stomach of the soldier in front of her Minaroro rotated the knife mid-swing and, without turning around, plunged it into the half heat signature behind her. Minaroro removed the knife and sheathed it without turning around and was about to continue through the door in front of her, when a sound made her pause and turn. The half heat signature she had stabbed at blindly was a four year old alien child, who had wanted Minaroro to pick her up. Minaroro caught the child before she hit the ground. Minaroro was in a panic, they had only taught her how to kill not how to heal, what should she do?
Minaroro sprinted through the doorway carrying the child, “this doesn’t make any sense”, Minaroro thought as she ran “this is a military outpost. Why are there children here and where are the soldiers when you need them?” Minaroro could not find any heat signatures on her display screen, then the memory suddenly hit Minaroro and caused her to come to a complete stop; “In the Antilus system there is a planet that is a secret haven from your people.” The memory of Tamas made Minaroro forget where she was momentarily, but the child’s cries of pain brought her back to the present. “What have I done” Minaroro asked herself while looking at the child, then a heat signature registered on her display and she sprinted in that direction.
Minaroro made short work of twenty-six of the soldiers and had her knife in the twenty-seventh soldier when she noticed that the half heat signature was directly behind her, removing the knife from the stomach of the soldier in front of her Minaroro rotated the knife mid-swing and, without turning around, plunged it into the half heat signature behind her. Minaroro removed the knife and sheathed it without turning around and was about to continue through the door in front of her, when a sound made her pause and turn. The half heat signature she had stabbed at blindly was a four year old alien child, who had wanted Minaroro to pick her up. Minaroro caught the child before she hit the ground. Minaroro was in a panic, they had only taught her how to kill not how to heal, what should she do?
Minaroro sprinted through the doorway carrying the child, “this doesn’t make any sense”, Minaroro thought as she ran “this is a military outpost. Why are there children here and where are the soldiers when you need them?” Minaroro could not find any heat signatures on her display screen, then the memory suddenly hit Minaroro and caused her to come to a complete stop; “In the Antilus system there is a planet that is a secret haven from your people.” The memory of Tamas made Minaroro forget where she was momentarily, but the child’s cries of pain brought her back to the present. “What have I done” Minaroro asked herself while looking at the child, then a heat signature registered on her display and she sprinted in that direction.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Surreality (Part 11)
CHAPTER 3
Five years later (back to the present)
As Minaroro sat in the back of an assault slip-ship, on the way to what would be her 500th mission, she went over her briefing once more; Infiltrate the Antilus system and wipe out the military outpost there. Something bothered Minaroro about this mission, something tugged at her memory but she couldn’t quite remember what it was, but told her she should not be on this mission, not because of the danger but something else entirely. Minaroro filed her concerns in the back of her mind and focused on checking her gear for the upcoming mission.
A bit later Minaroro was informed that they had reached orbit and that her orbital insertion would take place in five minutes. Minaroro dropped onto the night side of the fifth planet of the Antilus system, the only remotely habitable planet in the system, while the slip-ship that dropped her, jumped back out of the system, getting a ride home was her problem. After Minaroro cleared the upper atmosphere she activated her built in anti-grav units, slowing her descent and guiding her towards the military base that was barely visible through the jungle terrain.
The two men guarding the entrance to the base never saw Minaroro when she dropped between them and their bodies did not make a sound when they landed on the ground without their heads, Minaroro was inside the outer doors before their bodies or heads hit the ground. The fifteen guards hanging out in the room just inside the outer doors faired slightly better then the other two being that they actually got to see her before their deaths, once again Minaroro was through the next set of doors before the first body hit the ground.
According to Minaroro’s heat sensor she had cleared all but two of the soldiers from the entry area, Minaroro headed in their direction. When Minaroro rounded the final corner to the last two guards she realized she had messed up somewhere, somehow they knew that she would be there and opened fire as soon as she had made it three steps into the hallway.
Five years later (back to the present)
As Minaroro sat in the back of an assault slip-ship, on the way to what would be her 500th mission, she went over her briefing once more; Infiltrate the Antilus system and wipe out the military outpost there. Something bothered Minaroro about this mission, something tugged at her memory but she couldn’t quite remember what it was, but told her she should not be on this mission, not because of the danger but something else entirely. Minaroro filed her concerns in the back of her mind and focused on checking her gear for the upcoming mission.
A bit later Minaroro was informed that they had reached orbit and that her orbital insertion would take place in five minutes. Minaroro dropped onto the night side of the fifth planet of the Antilus system, the only remotely habitable planet in the system, while the slip-ship that dropped her, jumped back out of the system, getting a ride home was her problem. After Minaroro cleared the upper atmosphere she activated her built in anti-grav units, slowing her descent and guiding her towards the military base that was barely visible through the jungle terrain.
The two men guarding the entrance to the base never saw Minaroro when she dropped between them and their bodies did not make a sound when they landed on the ground without their heads, Minaroro was inside the outer doors before their bodies or heads hit the ground. The fifteen guards hanging out in the room just inside the outer doors faired slightly better then the other two being that they actually got to see her before their deaths, once again Minaroro was through the next set of doors before the first body hit the ground.
According to Minaroro’s heat sensor she had cleared all but two of the soldiers from the entry area, Minaroro headed in their direction. When Minaroro rounded the final corner to the last two guards she realized she had messed up somewhere, somehow they knew that she would be there and opened fire as soon as she had made it three steps into the hallway.
Surreality (Part 10)
Sneaking on to the cargo ship seemed easier then it should have been this was due to the fact that the guard was flirting with one of the ships disembarking passengers. Mansaroro and Tamas quickly found a suitable group of crates for Tamas to hide in then said their final tear filled goodbyes, “Remember Roro, the Antilus system, meet me there someday” Tamas reminded Mansaroro as he hugged her. “I won’t forget” Mansaroro sobbed as she hugged Tamas. They quickly ended their hug and Tamas hide inside the crates.
Mansaroro made it halfway across the cargo bay when she heard a familiar voice, a voice that filled her with dread, “Well if it isn’t the worthless runt” Mansaroro’s older sister strode into the cargo bay with her usual arrogant swagger “trying to help your little pet escape or something runt?” her sister said in a half joking manner. Mansaroro’s eyes widened slightly in surprise “so, I WAS right, where is that pathetic pet, runt?” Mansaroro’s sister asked as she eyed Mansaroro with a hungry and eager look. Once again Mansaroro’s eyes betrayed her when they unconsciously darted toward the crate where Tamas was hidden, Mansaroro’s sister smirked then drew her sidearm in one fluid motion, a weapon most races would consider to be a heavy weapon that one would mount on a vehicle, and fired it one handed directly at the crate Tamas had hidden in. Mansaroro tried to dodge in front of the crates when she saw her sister go for her weapon, but she was far to slow to beat her sisters perfectly executed draw. Mansaroro watched the shot arch toward the crate as if it was flying in slow motion. Mansaroro heard someone screaming, later she realized she was that person. The explosion rocked the ship, Mansaroro sunk to her knees as she stared at the fiery crater where her best friend use to be, oblivious of her sisters laughing and the crews frantic attempts to put out the fire.
After that day Mansaroro went through the rest of her training and daily life completely devoid of emotions or fear of death. When Mansaroro reached the age of sixteen she was forced to receive her second marks. Mansaroro achieved something no other member of her race had been able to match; she got her second marks without injury, this was due to her complete lack of self preservation, which surprised her examiners. In addition to receiving her second marks Mansaroro also received her adult name: Minaroro, and her first mission as a new soldier of the Draconian empire. With this assignment Mansaroro’s childhood ended and she would forever be Minaroro and a warrior for her race, or so she believed.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Mansaroro made it halfway across the cargo bay when she heard a familiar voice, a voice that filled her with dread, “Well if it isn’t the worthless runt” Mansaroro’s older sister strode into the cargo bay with her usual arrogant swagger “trying to help your little pet escape or something runt?” her sister said in a half joking manner. Mansaroro’s eyes widened slightly in surprise “so, I WAS right, where is that pathetic pet, runt?” Mansaroro’s sister asked as she eyed Mansaroro with a hungry and eager look. Once again Mansaroro’s eyes betrayed her when they unconsciously darted toward the crate where Tamas was hidden, Mansaroro’s sister smirked then drew her sidearm in one fluid motion, a weapon most races would consider to be a heavy weapon that one would mount on a vehicle, and fired it one handed directly at the crate Tamas had hidden in. Mansaroro tried to dodge in front of the crates when she saw her sister go for her weapon, but she was far to slow to beat her sisters perfectly executed draw. Mansaroro watched the shot arch toward the crate as if it was flying in slow motion. Mansaroro heard someone screaming, later she realized she was that person. The explosion rocked the ship, Mansaroro sunk to her knees as she stared at the fiery crater where her best friend use to be, oblivious of her sisters laughing and the crews frantic attempts to put out the fire.
After that day Mansaroro went through the rest of her training and daily life completely devoid of emotions or fear of death. When Mansaroro reached the age of sixteen she was forced to receive her second marks. Mansaroro achieved something no other member of her race had been able to match; she got her second marks without injury, this was due to her complete lack of self preservation, which surprised her examiners. In addition to receiving her second marks Mansaroro also received her adult name: Minaroro, and her first mission as a new soldier of the Draconian empire. With this assignment Mansaroro’s childhood ended and she would forever be Minaroro and a warrior for her race, or so she believed.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Saturday, February 23, 2008
How to make Ramen!
The story will continue in the next post, because this post is being hijacked to write how to make ramen. Here is the recipe I will be making Friday:
STEP 1: Boil water in a large pot. Add chicken bones, garlic, ginger, green onions, carrots, onions, kombu seaweed, and other ingredients to taste. Simmer for more then 4 hours on low heat, to make stock.
STEP 2: Simmer a block of pork in soy sauce, sake and monosodium glutamate (or salt). The liquid becomes a gravy to which the stock is added to make soup. Put this gravy in large soup bowls with chopped green onions.
STEP 3: Bring water to a boil in another pot. Cook noodles in the boiling water for about 1 minute, with the top on the pot. (The noodles will cook quickly if the pot is covered while boiling at a high heat.
STEP 4: While the noodles are boiling, add some of the stock to the gravy in the soup bowls and blend well.
STEP 5: When the noodles are cooked, take them out with a strainer, shake them to remove all excess water, then add them to the soup in the bowls.
STEP 6: Garnish with thin slices of the simmered pork (or whatever meat really), bamboo-shoot pickles, boiled and strained komatsuna, and some hard-boiled egg.
Enjoy^^
I'll update part 10 soon.
STEP 1: Boil water in a large pot. Add chicken bones, garlic, ginger, green onions, carrots, onions, kombu seaweed, and other ingredients to taste. Simmer for more then 4 hours on low heat, to make stock.
STEP 2: Simmer a block of pork in soy sauce, sake and monosodium glutamate (or salt). The liquid becomes a gravy to which the stock is added to make soup. Put this gravy in large soup bowls with chopped green onions.
STEP 3: Bring water to a boil in another pot. Cook noodles in the boiling water for about 1 minute, with the top on the pot. (The noodles will cook quickly if the pot is covered while boiling at a high heat.
STEP 4: While the noodles are boiling, add some of the stock to the gravy in the soup bowls and blend well.
STEP 5: When the noodles are cooked, take them out with a strainer, shake them to remove all excess water, then add them to the soup in the bowls.
STEP 6: Garnish with thin slices of the simmered pork (or whatever meat really), bamboo-shoot pickles, boiled and strained komatsuna, and some hard-boiled egg.
Enjoy^^
I'll update part 10 soon.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Surreality (part 9)
The following day, after fifty or so discarded ideas Mansaroro had an epiphany, “The space port!” Mansaroro said suddenly startling Tamas and making him drop the pillow he was handing to Mansaroro. “Care to elaborate?” Tamas asked, as Mansaroro looked at Tamas with an excited and expectant face. “we’ll sneak you onto a cargo ship an when you get to regular shipping lanes you can eject with an escape pod before they jump again.” Tamas smiled and nodded, “yes, that will probably work better then our “raise a carnivorous plant army and overthrow the Draconian government” plan, but you do realize we will most likely never see each other again.” Mansaroro nodded sadly “at least you will be alive” Mansaroro said, breaking into tears once again. “We will meet again someday Roro, I promise. In the Antilus system there is a planet that is a secret haven from your people, when your old enough to get your own ship meet me there okay?” Tamas said while hugging Mansaroro. Mansaroro nodded with tears still streaming down her face, “Well now that that’s settled how exactly will we be sneaking into the most secure facility on the planet?” Tamas asked, grinning in his usual manner.
Tamas and Mansaroro puzzled over this problem for the next several hours till Mansaroro realized that she was in fact a princess and could gain access very easily. Tamas bowed very deeply to Mansaroro “Shall we go dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”. Mansaroro stared at Tamas blankly, “shall we go to the space port?” Tamas rephrased after a moment. “You are so weird Tamas.” Mansaroro said as they left the palace for the space port.
Getting into the space port was no problem, Mansaroro simply informed the guards at the door that she had never seen a spaceship and wanted to see one, no one questioned Tamas’s presence as it was common knowledge that the princess never went anywhere without her pet. The number one problem was that neither of them had any idea what a cargo ship looked like, and if they did find one, how would they know where it was going. After wandering around for a few hours they saw a sign announcing the departure of a cargo ship headed toward the Arik’ed front lines.
Tamas and Mansaroro puzzled over this problem for the next several hours till Mansaroro realized that she was in fact a princess and could gain access very easily. Tamas bowed very deeply to Mansaroro “Shall we go dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”. Mansaroro stared at Tamas blankly, “shall we go to the space port?” Tamas rephrased after a moment. “You are so weird Tamas.” Mansaroro said as they left the palace for the space port.
Getting into the space port was no problem, Mansaroro simply informed the guards at the door that she had never seen a spaceship and wanted to see one, no one questioned Tamas’s presence as it was common knowledge that the princess never went anywhere without her pet. The number one problem was that neither of them had any idea what a cargo ship looked like, and if they did find one, how would they know where it was going. After wandering around for a few hours they saw a sign announcing the departure of a cargo ship headed toward the Arik’ed front lines.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Surreality (part 8)
Tamas and Mansaroro became fast friends and were inseparable, when Mansaroro turned six years old her free time was drastically shortened because of the martial arts and weapons training she had to go through as part of her education, this resulted in Mansaroro being able to see Tamas only after her training. Despite this Mansaroro still spent all her free time with her only friend and would teach Tamas and practice everything she learned from her training, an action, unknown to them, if discovered would lead to both of their deaths.
The time seem to pass quickly for Mansaroro, for the first time she knew happiness because of Tamas, even though she did not much like the training she was forced to endure, she would pay complete attention to her training and try her very best but only because she did not want to make a mistake when she showed Tamas that days lesson.
On the walk back to Mansaroro’s house one evening just after Mansaroro’s thirteenth birthday they happened upon a conversion between Mansaroro’s parents that would destroy Mansaroro’s idyllic happiness. “She has grown too attached to her pet, she must not show compassion to such lowly creatures, we will have to kill it long before her second marks or that creature may adversely affect her training to such an extent that she will not survive her initiation.” Mansaroro’s mother voiced her concerns to her husband unaware that the subject of the discussion was hiding less then a foot behind her in a large carnivorous plant that the children had befriended when they were ten. “very well dear, I will have the pet put down three days from now” Mansaroro’s father said, in the manner someone would discuss the weather.
Tamas spent twenty minutes calming Mansaroro down after her parents had left, “I won’t let them kill you Tamas” Mansaroro declared with tears streaming down her face. “I appreciate that Roro, but how exactly are you going to stop the king and queen of the Draconian empire from killing one pet?” Tamas asked with a slight teasing tone and a large grin. Mansaroro looked utterly crestfallen and started to sob again, the sadness from the possibility of losing her only friend was too much for her. “Relax Roro we have three days to think of something.” Tamas said consoling Mansaroro.
The time seem to pass quickly for Mansaroro, for the first time she knew happiness because of Tamas, even though she did not much like the training she was forced to endure, she would pay complete attention to her training and try her very best but only because she did not want to make a mistake when she showed Tamas that days lesson.
On the walk back to Mansaroro’s house one evening just after Mansaroro’s thirteenth birthday they happened upon a conversion between Mansaroro’s parents that would destroy Mansaroro’s idyllic happiness. “She has grown too attached to her pet, she must not show compassion to such lowly creatures, we will have to kill it long before her second marks or that creature may adversely affect her training to such an extent that she will not survive her initiation.” Mansaroro’s mother voiced her concerns to her husband unaware that the subject of the discussion was hiding less then a foot behind her in a large carnivorous plant that the children had befriended when they were ten. “very well dear, I will have the pet put down three days from now” Mansaroro’s father said, in the manner someone would discuss the weather.
Tamas spent twenty minutes calming Mansaroro down after her parents had left, “I won’t let them kill you Tamas” Mansaroro declared with tears streaming down her face. “I appreciate that Roro, but how exactly are you going to stop the king and queen of the Draconian empire from killing one pet?” Tamas asked with a slight teasing tone and a large grin. Mansaroro looked utterly crestfallen and started to sob again, the sadness from the possibility of losing her only friend was too much for her. “Relax Roro we have three days to think of something.” Tamas said consoling Mansaroro.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Surreality (part 7)
Meanwhile, the girl cautiously peeked around the corner, in time to collide with the quickly moving alien boy. “Wow, you’re head is hard” the alien boy said while lying on the ground and rubbing his forehead. “Sorry if I scared you back there. My name is Tamas, what’s yours?” the boy asked while helping the girl back to her feet. “My name is Mansaroro” the young girl said nervously while looking at the floor. “Mansaroro, pretty name, I shall call you Roro”, Tamas declared after some thought. “So can I call you As-“, Mansaroro’s query was cut off by her older sisters arrival. “So the worthless runt survived her first marks, I’ll bet mother and father went easy on you because you’re so pathetic. Ha, they gave you an even more worthless pet as well” Mansaroro’s sister laughed as she lifted Tamas up with one hand and threw him against the wall. “Tamas, Are you okay?” Mansaroro cried out as she ran to her injured new friend. “Enjoy your worthless pet runt” Mansaroro’s sister said over her shoulder as she walked off laughing.
“Are you injured?” Mansaroro asked with great concern. Tamas’s stomach answered before Tamas could and Mansaroro’s stomach rumbled in agreement, “I think food will cure me of my aliment, Roro”, Tamas said with a grin.
Mansaroro helped Tamas up and they ventured back to the dining area, they had left not to long ago, in search of food. There were two steaming plates of food on the table when they arrived, and judging from the stack of dirty plates, everyone else had already eaten and left for other tasks. “Well, shall we eat?” Tamas asked as he bowed dramatically to Mansaroro. Mansaroro giggled then raced Tamas to the table.
“Are you injured?” Mansaroro asked with great concern. Tamas’s stomach answered before Tamas could and Mansaroro’s stomach rumbled in agreement, “I think food will cure me of my aliment, Roro”, Tamas said with a grin.
Mansaroro helped Tamas up and they ventured back to the dining area, they had left not to long ago, in search of food. There were two steaming plates of food on the table when they arrived, and judging from the stack of dirty plates, everyone else had already eaten and left for other tasks. “Well, shall we eat?” Tamas asked as he bowed dramatically to Mansaroro. Mansaroro giggled then raced Tamas to the table.
Surreality (part 6)
And so starts Chapter 2
a more serious chapter, sadly the seriousness will continue till the begining of chapter 4 but fear not I'm sure my humor will sneak through.
Fifteen years ago, on the other side of the galaxy, on a small pink planet roughly the size of earth:
A small child awakens with a start, flashes of the hellish torture running through her head, a torture every child on her planet must go through in order to be allowed to live to be six. Today was the day the parents of those children would give them gifts in order to help them forget the torture they themselves had inflicted on their offspring. The child readied herself for the day in the manor of a depressed robot, then crept down to the dining area, dreading the upcoming meal for fear her parents would repeat the painful education she experienced the night before. What the girl found when she entered the dining area was her parents standing on either side of a small alien boy with proud smiles on their faces. “We are proud of you, child. You have proven yourself worthy to live; here is our gift to you to show our pride”. The girl’s mother beamed as she pushed the alien boy towards the girl. Unsure of how to react to the boy that was being propelled at her, the child reacted in the best way she could think of, she turned and fled back up the stairs. The boy turned to face the girl’s parents in confusion. “Well boy what are you waiting for?” the father said with a sparkle of amusement in his normally cold eyes, “go after her”. The boy back pedaled a few steps farther away from the girls parents then ran up the stairs after the girl.
“Are you sure giving her an alien as a pet is a good idea Tahir? She may become attached to it”, the girl’s mother asked, as they watched the alien boy give chase to their youngest daughter. “Quetzalxochitl my dear, she must become accustomed to the appearance of alien creatures so as not to show any reaction to them when she reaches the age of service”, the father said while gazing down at his wife. “Besides, the pet will only be allowed to live till she reaches her second marks”.
a more serious chapter, sadly the seriousness will continue till the begining of chapter 4 but fear not I'm sure my humor will sneak through.
Fifteen years ago, on the other side of the galaxy, on a small pink planet roughly the size of earth:
A small child awakens with a start, flashes of the hellish torture running through her head, a torture every child on her planet must go through in order to be allowed to live to be six. Today was the day the parents of those children would give them gifts in order to help them forget the torture they themselves had inflicted on their offspring. The child readied herself for the day in the manor of a depressed robot, then crept down to the dining area, dreading the upcoming meal for fear her parents would repeat the painful education she experienced the night before. What the girl found when she entered the dining area was her parents standing on either side of a small alien boy with proud smiles on their faces. “We are proud of you, child. You have proven yourself worthy to live; here is our gift to you to show our pride”. The girl’s mother beamed as she pushed the alien boy towards the girl. Unsure of how to react to the boy that was being propelled at her, the child reacted in the best way she could think of, she turned and fled back up the stairs. The boy turned to face the girl’s parents in confusion. “Well boy what are you waiting for?” the father said with a sparkle of amusement in his normally cold eyes, “go after her”. The boy back pedaled a few steps farther away from the girls parents then ran up the stairs after the girl.
“Are you sure giving her an alien as a pet is a good idea Tahir? She may become attached to it”, the girl’s mother asked, as they watched the alien boy give chase to their youngest daughter. “Quetzalxochitl my dear, she must become accustomed to the appearance of alien creatures so as not to show any reaction to them when she reaches the age of service”, the father said while gazing down at his wife. “Besides, the pet will only be allowed to live till she reaches her second marks”.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Surreality (Part 5)
I found out later that those little purple aliens saw in a different spectrum of light then any other race and their ships are actually very brightly colored from their perspective, they often complained that no other race had ever once complimented their beautiful interior decorating.
During my exploration of my new ship I discovered a few disturbing facts that would cause some difficulties with my general comfort and survival, the first being that there was not a single drop of water on board, full line of dehydrated food, but no water. Not only that, but the shower seemed to extrude some sort of pink goo, assuming that it was in fact a shower and not a toaster or something. To complete the trifecta of rotten happenstance the user manual for the ship, that the alien had hit me with, was written entirely in Chinese. Based on this information I decided to push all the buttons on the bridge until I figured out how to work the ship, then I would venture to the nearest planet or whatever to get water. This desire for water was greatly intensified by eating the Habanera peppers; I had thought to be raisins, on the way to the bridge.
Once I had reached the bridge I made a discovery that aided, greatly in easing my anxiety about my continued survival, the little aliens had installed a helpful AI who spoke excellent English. The AI also seemed to be accidentally sarcastic. My suspicions in regard to this was confirmed when I discovered the concept of sarcasm was not present in the AI’s databanks.
I spent the next several days being instructed on how to pilot my new ship and in the general use of the facilities onboard. Turns out that the pink goo thing was in fact the shower, not quite as invigorating as a normal shower but it did give me a pleasant cherry blossom smell and seemed to brush my hair for me.
A few days after the AI had finished instructing me, it informed me that a freighter we had happened upon wanted to know if we would like to trade with them. Upon learning that I had been given a bank account, with what was apparently galactic currency, I asked to AI to negotiate a trade for some water and directions to the nearest place to buy more. Two hours later we parted ways with the kind freighter, two weeks worth of water heavier and with directions to go left, then straight passed two lights, and a space station would be on our right, “can’t miss it” the trader had told us. Not quite the type of directions I had been expecting but the AI seemed happy with them so I guess they were good. So for the first time in my life I was actually excited about what might happen tomorrow, though I do hope my head will be spared from further “excitement”.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Surreality is just a working title. anyone got any better names? I'm open to suggestions ^_^
During my exploration of my new ship I discovered a few disturbing facts that would cause some difficulties with my general comfort and survival, the first being that there was not a single drop of water on board, full line of dehydrated food, but no water. Not only that, but the shower seemed to extrude some sort of pink goo, assuming that it was in fact a shower and not a toaster or something. To complete the trifecta of rotten happenstance the user manual for the ship, that the alien had hit me with, was written entirely in Chinese. Based on this information I decided to push all the buttons on the bridge until I figured out how to work the ship, then I would venture to the nearest planet or whatever to get water. This desire for water was greatly intensified by eating the Habanera peppers; I had thought to be raisins, on the way to the bridge.
Once I had reached the bridge I made a discovery that aided, greatly in easing my anxiety about my continued survival, the little aliens had installed a helpful AI who spoke excellent English. The AI also seemed to be accidentally sarcastic. My suspicions in regard to this was confirmed when I discovered the concept of sarcasm was not present in the AI’s databanks.
I spent the next several days being instructed on how to pilot my new ship and in the general use of the facilities onboard. Turns out that the pink goo thing was in fact the shower, not quite as invigorating as a normal shower but it did give me a pleasant cherry blossom smell and seemed to brush my hair for me.
A few days after the AI had finished instructing me, it informed me that a freighter we had happened upon wanted to know if we would like to trade with them. Upon learning that I had been given a bank account, with what was apparently galactic currency, I asked to AI to negotiate a trade for some water and directions to the nearest place to buy more. Two hours later we parted ways with the kind freighter, two weeks worth of water heavier and with directions to go left, then straight passed two lights, and a space station would be on our right, “can’t miss it” the trader had told us. Not quite the type of directions I had been expecting but the AI seemed happy with them so I guess they were good. So for the first time in my life I was actually excited about what might happen tomorrow, though I do hope my head will be spared from further “excitement”.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Surreality is just a working title. anyone got any better names? I'm open to suggestions ^_^
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Surreality (part 4)
My left foot once again yanked me from my depressed state and informed me that it was cold again. “Guess I should get dressed”. I had managed to figure out the intricacies of feminine under garments when the middle alien tapped on my thigh and bowed, my spirits had risen slightly when I found a pair of pants among millions of skirts, normally they would not have fit me but with my new body, the body of a athletic teenage girl, they looked like they would fit, but when the alien bowed my spirits plummeted to monumental depths. “As per the prophecy we must give you a ship and leave you to your destiny, all of your clothes will be loaded onto your ship of course. Please follow me”. Now putting pants on when trying to follow a 3 foot tall purple man is no easy task, made a great deal more difficult by the fact that they were girls pants and not nearly baggy enough to allow for such a exercise. By the time the alien had stopped, at another white location devoid of any features, I had managed to get completely dressed except for the shirt I was pulling over my head.
“Here is your ship”. The alien I had been following, said with great disinterest, it seemed that he did not much care for the ship design. At first all I saw was the same boring white emptiness but the fog, that seemed to permeate the ship, cleared revealing a massive ship. I would describe the ship except, despite being completely black, it seemed to blend almost completely into the white background, making it hard to distinguish anything about it other then it was very large. My plan to stand there in awe was spoiled by the small extraterrestrial as he practically shoved me into the ship, oddly enough without once making contact with me, explaining as he forced me toward the ship that all the clothes had been loaded as well as all the food I would need. I asked him why the hurry? He informed me that in order to avoid breaching a treaty with some other race that their ship must leave the area within two minutes, but my ship was allowed to stay, so I was being made to part ways with them. “You can’t leave me floating around in that ship. I don’t even know how to fly that thing”. I pointed out, while standing just inside the hatch of my new ship, in hopes the alien would send someone with me at the very least. It still boggles my mind, how such a little alien could throw such a large hard cover manual with enough force to knock me unconscious, it also started to concern me about the frequency of the head injuries I was receiving.
My unconscious state was lavender this time, quite soothing actually, and when I regained cognitive faculties I discovered that the alien ship was long gone, I was all alone and my right foot was cold this time.
“Here is your ship”. The alien I had been following, said with great disinterest, it seemed that he did not much care for the ship design. At first all I saw was the same boring white emptiness but the fog, that seemed to permeate the ship, cleared revealing a massive ship. I would describe the ship except, despite being completely black, it seemed to blend almost completely into the white background, making it hard to distinguish anything about it other then it was very large. My plan to stand there in awe was spoiled by the small extraterrestrial as he practically shoved me into the ship, oddly enough without once making contact with me, explaining as he forced me toward the ship that all the clothes had been loaded as well as all the food I would need. I asked him why the hurry? He informed me that in order to avoid breaching a treaty with some other race that their ship must leave the area within two minutes, but my ship was allowed to stay, so I was being made to part ways with them. “You can’t leave me floating around in that ship. I don’t even know how to fly that thing”. I pointed out, while standing just inside the hatch of my new ship, in hopes the alien would send someone with me at the very least. It still boggles my mind, how such a little alien could throw such a large hard cover manual with enough force to knock me unconscious, it also started to concern me about the frequency of the head injuries I was receiving.
My unconscious state was lavender this time, quite soothing actually, and when I regained cognitive faculties I discovered that the alien ship was long gone, I was all alone and my right foot was cold this time.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Surreality (part 3)
Oddly enough my only thought on this turn of events was that I would be late for work. Derailing that train of thought, I again turned to face my diminutive alien captors and informed them of my desire to be in a relatively vertical position on a horizontal plane of which the dimensions would stay constant. The middle alien nodded then pressed a button which had appeared above his head resulting in my unexpected but predictably rapid descent to what I assumed was the floor. After my short introduction with the floor, which had a texture I could only describe as peach flesh covered in sandpaper, I regained the precarious balance on my limbs and glanced around in hopes of seeing a color, other then white, any color.
“Please follow us so you may dress yourself”. The middle alien said as soon as I had regained some sense of normalcy in my balance. Once the aliens started walking I had no choice but to draggle along behind them, seeing as they only came up to my waist. Curiously the ceilings seemed to be high enough for me to walk without slouching, not that I could see the ceiling, I gathered this factoid because I had yet to hit my head on any low flying ceilings. “We are almost there” the alien to the left of me assured me, but considering the only indication that we were moving at all was that we were walking, the area around us remained completely white with a bit of fog, this lead me to believe that this whole series of events was just an elaborate ploy to get me to exercise. “Here we are, Chosen one”. The aliens said in unison. I stood there quite confused as all I saw in front of me was the same white fogginess I had been walking through for the past ten minutes. I stood pondering this until one of the aliens tapped my right thigh and pointed behind me. Boxes, thousands of boxes right behind me, extending backwards till they vanished, like the warehouse in “Raiders of the lost ark”. I was awe struck, that is where we had just come from.
My left foot reminded me of my priorities, so I pried the nearest crate open. Upset by what I found I pried another crate open then another. Finally after at least two dozen crates I turned to the aliens and politely inquired as to if there were any crates with guys’ clothes. The aliens seemed confused by this and informed me that all of the clothes in the crates were picked out by the alien on my left because they were very well liked by the people of my world. “Yes, but only worn by the females”, I pointed out. This caused the alien on my left to turn lovely deep maroon in what I guess was embarrassment. The middle alien bowed to me and informed me that he had an eloquent solution that would make everyone happy, the bow made me nervous but I did not stop him from solving this because of my pesky paranoia. A large red button appeared above the middle alien, he then bowed again and pushed the button.
The already bright room flashed with an even brighter light then my left foot suddenly felt as if it was on fire, the rest of my body followed suit seconds later. I then stubbed my toe, fell over backwards, and everything went green, this made me wonder if I would ever pass out with the proper background color. When I regain situational awareness I discovered exactly what the aliens solution was, a solution I personally disapproved of and did not think lived up to his promise of mutual satisfaction, I expressed my opinion on the subject to him immediately. “While I see how turning me into a girl is a viable option I would rather if you looked into a method that does not involve altering my physiology”. I braced myself when I saw the middle alien bow again, “I deeply apologies I was not aware you would disapprove and I am also ashamed to admit that we will not be able to reverse the process without it killing you”. The middle alien informed me with an utterly bleak desolate expression. “Figures” I uttered with a huge sigh.
“Please follow us so you may dress yourself”. The middle alien said as soon as I had regained some sense of normalcy in my balance. Once the aliens started walking I had no choice but to draggle along behind them, seeing as they only came up to my waist. Curiously the ceilings seemed to be high enough for me to walk without slouching, not that I could see the ceiling, I gathered this factoid because I had yet to hit my head on any low flying ceilings. “We are almost there” the alien to the left of me assured me, but considering the only indication that we were moving at all was that we were walking, the area around us remained completely white with a bit of fog, this lead me to believe that this whole series of events was just an elaborate ploy to get me to exercise. “Here we are, Chosen one”. The aliens said in unison. I stood there quite confused as all I saw in front of me was the same white fogginess I had been walking through for the past ten minutes. I stood pondering this until one of the aliens tapped my right thigh and pointed behind me. Boxes, thousands of boxes right behind me, extending backwards till they vanished, like the warehouse in “Raiders of the lost ark”. I was awe struck, that is where we had just come from.
My left foot reminded me of my priorities, so I pried the nearest crate open. Upset by what I found I pried another crate open then another. Finally after at least two dozen crates I turned to the aliens and politely inquired as to if there were any crates with guys’ clothes. The aliens seemed confused by this and informed me that all of the clothes in the crates were picked out by the alien on my left because they were very well liked by the people of my world. “Yes, but only worn by the females”, I pointed out. This caused the alien on my left to turn lovely deep maroon in what I guess was embarrassment. The middle alien bowed to me and informed me that he had an eloquent solution that would make everyone happy, the bow made me nervous but I did not stop him from solving this because of my pesky paranoia. A large red button appeared above the middle alien, he then bowed again and pushed the button.
The already bright room flashed with an even brighter light then my left foot suddenly felt as if it was on fire, the rest of my body followed suit seconds later. I then stubbed my toe, fell over backwards, and everything went green, this made me wonder if I would ever pass out with the proper background color. When I regain situational awareness I discovered exactly what the aliens solution was, a solution I personally disapproved of and did not think lived up to his promise of mutual satisfaction, I expressed my opinion on the subject to him immediately. “While I see how turning me into a girl is a viable option I would rather if you looked into a method that does not involve altering my physiology”. I braced myself when I saw the middle alien bow again, “I deeply apologies I was not aware you would disapprove and I am also ashamed to admit that we will not be able to reverse the process without it killing you”. The middle alien informed me with an utterly bleak desolate expression. “Figures” I uttered with a huge sigh.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Surreality (part 2)
(continued from last post).
“Are you referring to the corrosive substance that was accompanying the “dreaded substance” in that nearly fatal chemical bath we saved you from?” The middle alien asked with a terribly puzzled while also somewhat concerned and slightly proud tone. The aliens question surprised me to the extent that I temporarily lost speech function making me look as if I were a fish lying on the deck of a boat gasping for air. For you see the realization of the exact composition of the “dreaded substance” had hit me like a fully loaded tractor-trailer sliding down Mount Everest. “Your “dreaded substance” is water?” I asked incredulously. “Yes I believe that is what the people of your planet have labeled “the dreaded substance”.” The middle alien stated with a nod after a slight pause. Upon the aliens confirmation of my inquiry my shocked disbelief returned resulting in a sizeable, not to mention, gauche silence.
Unexpectedly the end to our capacious awkwardness was derived from the near subzero temperatures my left foot had achieved not to mention the lovely purple color it had claimed as it’s new pigmentation. Noting this I asked, with my index finger held up partially, “considering you destroyed my wet clothes could you kindly provide me with new clothes, and perhaps thaw out my foot as well?” When the aliens nodded in an affirmative, I then added one more, quick request; “also could you possibly return me to my domicile?” the aliens bowed deeply, an action I was beginning to associate with guilt and negative responses, and then informed me that they had barely been able to save me and make their escape before the Draconian quarantine order was put into effect, and that returning me to Earth would be quite impossible.
“Are you referring to the corrosive substance that was accompanying the “dreaded substance” in that nearly fatal chemical bath we saved you from?” The middle alien asked with a terribly puzzled while also somewhat concerned and slightly proud tone. The aliens question surprised me to the extent that I temporarily lost speech function making me look as if I were a fish lying on the deck of a boat gasping for air. For you see the realization of the exact composition of the “dreaded substance” had hit me like a fully loaded tractor-trailer sliding down Mount Everest. “Your “dreaded substance” is water?” I asked incredulously. “Yes I believe that is what the people of your planet have labeled “the dreaded substance”.” The middle alien stated with a nod after a slight pause. Upon the aliens confirmation of my inquiry my shocked disbelief returned resulting in a sizeable, not to mention, gauche silence.
Unexpectedly the end to our capacious awkwardness was derived from the near subzero temperatures my left foot had achieved not to mention the lovely purple color it had claimed as it’s new pigmentation. Noting this I asked, with my index finger held up partially, “considering you destroyed my wet clothes could you kindly provide me with new clothes, and perhaps thaw out my foot as well?” When the aliens nodded in an affirmative, I then added one more, quick request; “also could you possibly return me to my domicile?” the aliens bowed deeply, an action I was beginning to associate with guilt and negative responses, and then informed me that they had barely been able to save me and make their escape before the Draconian quarantine order was put into effect, and that returning me to Earth would be quite impossible.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Surreality (Part 1)
This what I have written so far for a story I started last night. tell my what you think ^^
Hi, my name is Robin Birk, a perfectly uninteresting 18 year old and because of this, naturally, forces were set in motion to make me more interesting. I am a drifter, my whole life I have drifted through life. There has never been a purpose to my drifting, just a general sense of indifference to all that happens to me. I have never had anything or anyone that holds my attention, but that all changed the day I met her. But I guess I am getting ahead of myself. The end of my drifting life began at four AM, six months ago. I was enjoying a late night stroll through my town when it happened, the beginning of the events that would change my life forever.
My stroll had brought me over the fence of the local swimming pool where I was skipping stones when the sky suddenly erupted with a greenish radiance that made the noonday sun pale in comparison. I was quite startled by this turn of events as you can imagine, and fell into the pool. The pool was then immersed by an even brighter light, if that’s possible, I then watched my right arm disintegrate. “hey give that back!’ I shouted with my left hand clenched in a fist and thrust at the sky, a useless gesture that resulted in me losing buoyancy and sinking below the surface of the water. My other arm and both my legs disintegrated next, for some reason all I could think of at that point was some guy named Bob I had met a few nights ago. Then everything went white, quite the opposite from the black I was expecting.
I awoke very angry, because as far as I knew someone had run off with my extremities and I had grown somewhat attached to them. The first thing I noticed upon my return to a conscious state was the fact that I was no longer under water, the second was that my arms and legs had been returned to me, in more or less the same condition they were in when they were taken. The most unsettling was the loss of my clothing, well not all of my clothing, I still had my left sock, I was unsure how I should feel about this random tidbit of information I had uncovered, but decided to make a note of it incase it held some importance later on. With my arms back in my sphere of influence I figured it would be a simple matter to sit up and look around, but said simple task was hindered by the fact I was floating and had no way of knowing which way was up as everything was still painfully white and I could not see anything but myself and the sock that floated halfway off my foot.
What happened next was kind of a let down after all the build up that had been developing. A smallish purple man appeared on the wall next to me, although I guess considering the angle he was at, the wall was more likely the floor. Being I was floating and seemed unable to maneuver in any way I simply twisted to look at him. The little alien then bowed to me, which looked quite odd from the position I was floating at, and said something I will never forget: “taco stands smell of apple paper”. or at least that is what I heard, I found out later that he had actually said “welcome chosen one” or something along those lines. Without warning the alien shouted some indescribable gibberish and then stole my sock and vanished. This lead to an interesting sensation, the rest of me was quite warm, but my left foot was suddenly very cold.
I pondered the sensation for what felt like an hour, but my attention was abruptly diverted from my foot to the three small aliens that had appeared on the ceiling. The inconsistent dimensions of the area I was floating in was starting to make me very cross, and I informed the aliens of this quite pointedly. Ignoring this the aliens moved onto what they found to be more important. “Please forgive my subordinates rudeness earlier, clothes are a blasphemy to his religion”. the middle alien explained while all three aliens bowed in unison. “Well they're not for mine, so give them back.” I informed them while covering myself. The middle alien looked quite guilty when he told me that my clothes had been destroyed because they had a chemical on them that was extremely harmful to their race, and was forced to protect his crew while going against the comfort of the chosen one. “Was it the chlorine?” I asked with genuine interest, completely oblivious to the fact that I was floating naked talking to upside down aliens in the middle of a white void.
Hi, my name is Robin Birk, a perfectly uninteresting 18 year old and because of this, naturally, forces were set in motion to make me more interesting. I am a drifter, my whole life I have drifted through life. There has never been a purpose to my drifting, just a general sense of indifference to all that happens to me. I have never had anything or anyone that holds my attention, but that all changed the day I met her. But I guess I am getting ahead of myself. The end of my drifting life began at four AM, six months ago. I was enjoying a late night stroll through my town when it happened, the beginning of the events that would change my life forever.
My stroll had brought me over the fence of the local swimming pool where I was skipping stones when the sky suddenly erupted with a greenish radiance that made the noonday sun pale in comparison. I was quite startled by this turn of events as you can imagine, and fell into the pool. The pool was then immersed by an even brighter light, if that’s possible, I then watched my right arm disintegrate. “hey give that back!’ I shouted with my left hand clenched in a fist and thrust at the sky, a useless gesture that resulted in me losing buoyancy and sinking below the surface of the water. My other arm and both my legs disintegrated next, for some reason all I could think of at that point was some guy named Bob I had met a few nights ago. Then everything went white, quite the opposite from the black I was expecting.
I awoke very angry, because as far as I knew someone had run off with my extremities and I had grown somewhat attached to them. The first thing I noticed upon my return to a conscious state was the fact that I was no longer under water, the second was that my arms and legs had been returned to me, in more or less the same condition they were in when they were taken. The most unsettling was the loss of my clothing, well not all of my clothing, I still had my left sock, I was unsure how I should feel about this random tidbit of information I had uncovered, but decided to make a note of it incase it held some importance later on. With my arms back in my sphere of influence I figured it would be a simple matter to sit up and look around, but said simple task was hindered by the fact I was floating and had no way of knowing which way was up as everything was still painfully white and I could not see anything but myself and the sock that floated halfway off my foot.
What happened next was kind of a let down after all the build up that had been developing. A smallish purple man appeared on the wall next to me, although I guess considering the angle he was at, the wall was more likely the floor. Being I was floating and seemed unable to maneuver in any way I simply twisted to look at him. The little alien then bowed to me, which looked quite odd from the position I was floating at, and said something I will never forget: “taco stands smell of apple paper”. or at least that is what I heard, I found out later that he had actually said “welcome chosen one” or something along those lines. Without warning the alien shouted some indescribable gibberish and then stole my sock and vanished. This lead to an interesting sensation, the rest of me was quite warm, but my left foot was suddenly very cold.
I pondered the sensation for what felt like an hour, but my attention was abruptly diverted from my foot to the three small aliens that had appeared on the ceiling. The inconsistent dimensions of the area I was floating in was starting to make me very cross, and I informed the aliens of this quite pointedly. Ignoring this the aliens moved onto what they found to be more important. “Please forgive my subordinates rudeness earlier, clothes are a blasphemy to his religion”. the middle alien explained while all three aliens bowed in unison. “Well they're not for mine, so give them back.” I informed them while covering myself. The middle alien looked quite guilty when he told me that my clothes had been destroyed because they had a chemical on them that was extremely harmful to their race, and was forced to protect his crew while going against the comfort of the chosen one. “Was it the chlorine?” I asked with genuine interest, completely oblivious to the fact that I was floating naked talking to upside down aliens in the middle of a white void.
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