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a blue shining shinto shrine streams of wite theres black coral rocks + limitless infiniti eterniti of mind death is absent cyan liquid fog all around as one sees white light in the gate, and ritual bands inter-twining the gate a man is absent because there is nothing no infiniti of paradisical stories, no poetry, no letters, the ink has been diluted with moisture from the watery depths below.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Frenzied Recordings
The following dreams cling barely to proper sentence structure and seem more to be the unhinged notes of one trying desperately to remember. The following Dreams took place betwixt the dates of the 25th of November 2009 to the 15th of January, 2010.
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Blue domed (onion domes) arabian-esque palace, 3 domes, 1 large 2 small surrounded by green jungle, island?, fountain of nude female in front of it, hallways cool and dry, strange cobalt-ish blue stone. Light cast by pots and braziers of glowing water. All colors are deep blues and gold. The scene is silent except for the sounds of jungle wildlife in the distance, but inside the palace there is heard the sound of lapping water.
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Small, square island, walled by red brick wall about 20ft high. Gated with silver portcullis, within there is grass and a small central plaza with a clay pot. Within the pot is a deadly green & blue cobra. no ceiling.
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Castle of old grey stone built on cliff, gate is sealed but old staircase built into the slope as you near the edge rises up side of castle to a wooden door leading within. Opposite the door, in the distance the grass and treeless plains give way to sudden desert and twin pyramids crouch silently. Often, a tall man dressed in a multitude of belts and red and black garments is either sitting on the steps of the staircase or silently strolling across the plains to the far distant pyramids. The castle is empty but contains old wood interior and a table that was once used for feasts. The sea is always silent and crystal blue and is far from the cliffs edge, a very long drop. The image breaths with life, but whether it is Life current, life once there but now gone or Life to be is unknown. The world feels like there was once something, but now it is empty except for the observer. There is a faint smell of cinnamon.
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A black room, great wide window on one side looking out on space (stars and asteroids), darkwood desk on far side of room, no doors. Being cloaked in shadow sitting at desk. A water clock sits on the desk. The entity taps it with an impossibly long, black, sharp talon and says "Ah, but my clock runs differently." As I gaze at the water clock I am overcome with a primal terror of something not being right.
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I am floating above the surface of some far off planet. I am breathing slowly yet steadily. I seem to be encased in some type of silver orb; a cocoon of sorts. I know nothing of my form, yet I feel the whitewashed rocks below me and the chasms in the ground seeks to crystallize my feeling of utter isolation. I feel isolated from anything I had ever known in the waking world, and, glancing about I note multiple orbs of translucent silver somewhat like mine, and the forms in them are inky black, and terrible to behold.
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Blue domed (onion domes) arabian-esque palace, 3 domes, 1 large 2 small surrounded by green jungle, island?, fountain of nude female in front of it, hallways cool and dry, strange cobalt-ish blue stone. Light cast by pots and braziers of glowing water. All colors are deep blues and gold. The scene is silent except for the sounds of jungle wildlife in the distance, but inside the palace there is heard the sound of lapping water.
~
Small, square island, walled by red brick wall about 20ft high. Gated with silver portcullis, within there is grass and a small central plaza with a clay pot. Within the pot is a deadly green & blue cobra. no ceiling.
~
Castle of old grey stone built on cliff, gate is sealed but old staircase built into the slope as you near the edge rises up side of castle to a wooden door leading within. Opposite the door, in the distance the grass and treeless plains give way to sudden desert and twin pyramids crouch silently. Often, a tall man dressed in a multitude of belts and red and black garments is either sitting on the steps of the staircase or silently strolling across the plains to the far distant pyramids. The castle is empty but contains old wood interior and a table that was once used for feasts. The sea is always silent and crystal blue and is far from the cliffs edge, a very long drop. The image breaths with life, but whether it is Life current, life once there but now gone or Life to be is unknown. The world feels like there was once something, but now it is empty except for the observer. There is a faint smell of cinnamon.
~
A black room, great wide window on one side looking out on space (stars and asteroids), darkwood desk on far side of room, no doors. Being cloaked in shadow sitting at desk. A water clock sits on the desk. The entity taps it with an impossibly long, black, sharp talon and says "Ah, but my clock runs differently." As I gaze at the water clock I am overcome with a primal terror of something not being right.
~
I am floating above the surface of some far off planet. I am breathing slowly yet steadily. I seem to be encased in some type of silver orb; a cocoon of sorts. I know nothing of my form, yet I feel the whitewashed rocks below me and the chasms in the ground seeks to crystallize my feeling of utter isolation. I feel isolated from anything I had ever known in the waking world, and, glancing about I note multiple orbs of translucent silver somewhat like mine, and the forms in them are inky black, and terrible to behold.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tsunami: Experimental Prose
The following was recently written to see how I did in a Science-Fiction-esque genre. Enjoy.
Also, +This is a thought thought by a character.+
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"All hands to Ensiro Deck!", yelled Captain Haraguka, straining against the Kisaro Drive's Warp tearing effect.
All about them, as it could be seen from the bridge's viewscreen at least, Lokipharo Gunships were roaring shells of fire and hate into the Tsunami, the greatest research ship in Law Space.
+We're just a research vessel, we're unimportant, why attack us.+
+Why die here?+
The last thought came unbidden to Haraguka's mind, forced into his cerebellum with a whip of psykik force.
+Release me. They will perish.+
"Captain! We can't hold out much longer!", Ensign Sashara shrieked into her commbead.
Indeed, the damage controllers were showing a dreadful symphony of red and black, death and loss. Research gone. Souls taken. All because of Him. It.
The stars shown brighter, colors deepened, light died.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=
Captain Haraguka strode diligently down the aft research corridors of the Tsunami, greatest Deep Space Research Vessel that Law Space had ever known. Led by Takigoro Haraguka, a top tier Lamano Regime Scientist, he and his team of 20 were to conduct Deep Space tests of the experiemental Kiasaro Warp Drive.
"It folds space behind it as it moves, then tears it and flings it away, propelling the craft even further as a void expands behind it.", Sashara told him matter-of-factly.
She walked beside him always, a kind of apprentice to his doings about the ship. It was clear she had a crush, of sorts, on the rugged Haraguka, wild black beard and hair spilling down the back of his blue and white lab coat. Her sanguine face, framed with a slash of blonde hair, unusual for a female from Okinaga, peered up at his from time to time, yet their eyes never met.
Chatter went on. She was very professional in all of her dealings, whetherscientific or personal. She was untouchable, anti-social perhaps, yet the emotion was still there.
Tor-Master Ologi's room went by, and Haraguka and Sashara stopped on their way to the Milaro Lab to hear some of Ologi's teachings, brought to his students in far Erth via Ultra-Long-Distance-Satellite.
"Yet this is not for long my young ones, as we must always remember the Law of Force Equalization. This force shall fall, say on the hamburger on my desk, and it shall exert a force upon the hamburger and the hamburger on itself. They shall "hit" each other in a way, and in doing so...", Ologi's booming voice trailed off, his skill with food equal to his skill at cooking, he somehow always let in leak into all of his lectures, to the annoyment of all. Except the children perhaps.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Silence.
That was a rare thing in Space.
Everyone slept. Everyone but Asako, the Radioman. He was awake. He listened.
Silence within and silence without. It was calming...and frightening.
No shouts or chatter from commercial spacecraft. No pressurization alarms. No shots of fury and rebellion. Nothing. Void. Eternal Silence.
The silence was putting Asako to sleep. Drifting into the courts of dream...he heard it. A whisper of sound. A chirp of an ethereal bird. A dagger to break the silence. He listened again, screwing up the Volumator for another now anticipated call.
Nothing. Nothing at all. It was just imagined.
Silence once more.
Then, once more the bird returned. A whispering chirp. There. Asako grinned with both excitement and irrational fear as he screwed in the signal on the Spanner. It was quick now. Asako's heart beat with excitement as his dyed blonde and black locks fell over his eyes. He began recording as he raced out of the room, raced out to tell the Captain of the ethereal news. To tell him of the sound.
He didn't listen further. He ran. The recorder readied a tape for writing. If only he had listened longer.
Perhaps then he would have heard the screams.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++==
"Hull fracture, 10 marks in. Judging by the pattern, I'd say some sort of Plasma cutter.", Hakagura remarked into his Spacewalk suit for analysis back on the bridge.
As captain, it was his job and duty to go first on all matters of security. If he was to somehow perish, leadership would fall to Lieutenant Garo, a Marine stationed on the ship as guard, and a full report and questioning would have to be made of the incident.
As it stood, the chirp Asako heard was a distress beacon. It came from a black ship drifting lifeless in space. Life-support was down. There was no insignia, no hull markings. Haraguka carried his Plas-Cutter and G108 Chargepistol, loaded with shells of nonlethal electricity. Even as a Scientist, he had made a silent vow to himself that he would not kill.
+Maybe I should recant that. Heh. Didn't I make it in the first place for Sashara's sake?+
The emotion was in him as well. Yet they were professional in all things. Always.
+The ship doesn't need a scandal.+
The main door bolts came off quite easily. The outer seal was broken, meaning airless void existed both in and out of the ship. Nothing unprotected could survive.
Dark liquid filtered out of the small black ship. Dead drops of water, black with silence.
+Oil? Can't be, these things run on Electus Impulse.+
Haraguka stepped into the main cabin. It was small. No bigger than a simple Orbital officer transport. The cockpit door was closed.
Sound. The lack of it shocked Haraguka. Had his commbead malfunctioned? Silence.
A shape. Human. Cloaked in white, masked in pink, it moved with the rhythym of life. Life. It floated quietly on its back, inches from the steel floor.
Haraguka drifted over to the breathing form, prying for a closer look. Within the glass face mask he say naught but electric pink. Opaque in stunning color. Yet still the form moved.
The oil was all about him now. This strange substance...perhaps a biological function? Bio-drives were very common in the Lawless sectors. But where is the crew?
Haraguka glanced at the cockpit again. It was sealed. And with the damage the ship had sustained-where and how did it sustain it?- the cockpit would take a very long time to open.
Best he salvage what he could.
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"Subject is human male, 6 foot 10, 192 pounds, pale complexion, genes show French background with unknown variable G's. Subject has sustained a concussion and has signifigant scarring of the central left hemisphere of the Brain and Cerebellum. Subject's Corpus Callosum seems to have been cut, purpose unknown. Subject has been in a state of advanced coma for 28 hours so far. Heart rate is abnormally low and system is still attempting to find a genetic match.", Sashara finished as Doctor Ishikuro finished his examination.
She clicked off the recorder, looking down at the still, pale form. Bound with leather restraints he was to the metal table. He hadn't moved since Haraguka had brought him on board, questioning Asako extensively about "radio silence".
Yet Sashara still gazed at the man. Still.
+We don't even know what he's like. His personality, his ideas. All a mystery.+
The enigma of coma still cloaked the white shrouded man as Sashara left the room.
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+Light.+
The lights in the Medical Bay turned on with a soundless click.
+++
+Release Me. They will perish.+
+++
Leather bands reinforced with spider silk filaments bound the still form of Sonir Le'Zatz, PN105881961. A prisoner here as much as the ship of the bounty hunters.
+Dark.+
The lights in the Medical Bay dimmed to nothing with a soundless echo.
He breathed out. He breathed in. Air. Something new. Fresh air.
+Break.+
500,000 pound tensile strength Micro-filament wires bound in snakeskin leather sleeves and Mono-tarda juice cloaks snapped in the space of a second.
Sonir rose then. He sent his mind out to the far corners of the ship. Seeking toys, seeking tools.
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Always professional.
That was Sashara's mindset. Advancement in all things comes from Professional decency. Her father had taught that in full back home on Erth, as had her mother before she died.
She had called Haraguka to her room with a request for his prescense and advisement on several documents relating to the Kisaro Drive's tests later that day. Always Professional.
Still, she could not lie and not realize that her heart fluttered when she saw his regal form frame the threshold of her room. Professional.
"You needed help with the Drive Testers?", he asked, seeming as if this was but a minor stop on his way elsewhere.
She gave a quick nod and grabbed a sheaf of papers off her Pilo-Desk, the hovering supports rebalancing the weight change to a more comfortable level for her height.
"Yes, the Kisaro Drive testers seem to be inaccurate, I'm getting multiple S100 errors on the lower shafts. The stress is too great for us to just test this with a 5 oh 5er. What do you propse we change?" she said with a questioning curl of her eyebrow.
That was strange. Not the testers. They both felt it though. A wave of energy passed through them. Emotion surfaced.
"S100...lower shaft...", Haraguka surmised as he took a seat next to Sashara on her Pilo-bed.
"We could change the drive Moles. That would help balance the stress of...", she trailed off, suddenly dizzy with emotion.
Their eyes locked then. Her pools of hypothermic blue and his summer shades of green. Beautiful.
Head Ensign Sashara let the sheaf of Kisaro drive reports fall to the floor as they embraced. A kiss, opening the floodgates for their love.
Their clothes couldn't seem to come off fast enough, their bottles of buried love rising to a drunken brim as they embraced and made love.
They made love to a silent chorus of agony. They made unknowing of the conductor. They consumated their journey's end.
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Sterile Metal. Now dirtied. It drifted in the air, glittering amongst a swarm of red.
Sonir Le'Zatz drifted by the lifeless Tor-Master.
It was exhilirating.
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Tor-Master Ologi's body drifted silently behind the Null-Steel glass of his lecture room. The still form of Sonir Le'Zatz still lay upon the Iron Medical Bay table.
"Who...why...", Sashara whispered to the air, standing as perplexed and shocked as the rest of the crew.
+Release me.+
A echo of sound drifted by.
Captain Haraguka peered forward, noticing the security Null-Shields that had been activated with Ologi's death. Nothing could get in. Nothing could get out...without his express permission. No one knew the Null codes except Haraguka.
None but he could be trusted with that power.
"Perhaps we are haunted?", Asako piped up, instantly embarassed by the shocked stares he received.
"No...this is no ghost. We are plagued with a murderer. I want security doubled on the Medical Bay."
"He was just a...just a...", Sashara whispered, on the verge of tears.
Haraguka held her close, their aura of professionalism drooping as more than a few eyes noted their proximity. Their crush was wheat for the rumour mill, and this would only heighten the gossip.
"Garo, we make to Mokono Station. 3 Days, all hands confined to your rooms. Now.", Haraguka growled out, true anger showing for the barest of moments.
+Perish.+
A whisper of sound. Unheard by all.
As the crew dispersed, not a one noticed the form of Sonir Le'Zatz, standing just beyond the glass. Staring.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Light died.
"Full control Garo, I need full control!", Haraguka bellowed at the top of his lungs.
+Release ME. They WILL perish.+
"You heard him! Asako, help me with the gear!"
Two twin shocks of vaporized air roared past the Tsunami. They were in dire straits.
Release him. No. No?
Oblivion faced them. Desperation surfaced.
Haraguka trembled visibly as he entered the Null codes. Light died...and was reborn.
"Kisaro Drives Activated.", the mechanical AI of the Tsunami announced.
+They will perish.+
Silence.
+Sashara, I lose you now.+
+Haraguka, I...+
+THEY WILL ALL PERISH!+
Death. Destruction. Apocalypse. Oblivion.
Nothing could describe the song of Sonir Le'Zatz. A violent upheavel of negation. Man fails. Metal fails. Nothing stands up to the unchained beast of the psykik.
"Main Stress Tensor Overload."
+The S100's...+
+What would YOU rather have...OBLIVION...OR LOVE?+
I had never known love. I kill them all. I am nothing. And I will live on.
Negation. Emotional overflow. Stress Overload.
Nothing remained but the white ghost of Tsunami.
Oblivion.
Herald of the Eternal Heart, no thing remained.
Naught but twin specks of black, dark, dust.
Also, +This is a thought thought by a character.+
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"All hands to Ensiro Deck!", yelled Captain Haraguka, straining against the Kisaro Drive's Warp tearing effect.
All about them, as it could be seen from the bridge's viewscreen at least, Lokipharo Gunships were roaring shells of fire and hate into the Tsunami, the greatest research ship in Law Space.
+We're just a research vessel, we're unimportant, why attack us.+
+Why die here?+
The last thought came unbidden to Haraguka's mind, forced into his cerebellum with a whip of psykik force.
+Release me. They will perish.+
"Captain! We can't hold out much longer!", Ensign Sashara shrieked into her commbead.
Indeed, the damage controllers were showing a dreadful symphony of red and black, death and loss. Research gone. Souls taken. All because of Him. It.
The stars shown brighter, colors deepened, light died.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=
Captain Haraguka strode diligently down the aft research corridors of the Tsunami, greatest Deep Space Research Vessel that Law Space had ever known. Led by Takigoro Haraguka, a top tier Lamano Regime Scientist, he and his team of 20 were to conduct Deep Space tests of the experiemental Kiasaro Warp Drive.
"It folds space behind it as it moves, then tears it and flings it away, propelling the craft even further as a void expands behind it.", Sashara told him matter-of-factly.
She walked beside him always, a kind of apprentice to his doings about the ship. It was clear she had a crush, of sorts, on the rugged Haraguka, wild black beard and hair spilling down the back of his blue and white lab coat. Her sanguine face, framed with a slash of blonde hair, unusual for a female from Okinaga, peered up at his from time to time, yet their eyes never met.
Chatter went on. She was very professional in all of her dealings, whetherscientific or personal. She was untouchable, anti-social perhaps, yet the emotion was still there.
Tor-Master Ologi's room went by, and Haraguka and Sashara stopped on their way to the Milaro Lab to hear some of Ologi's teachings, brought to his students in far Erth via Ultra-Long-Distance-Satellite.
"Yet this is not for long my young ones, as we must always remember the Law of Force Equalization. This force shall fall, say on the hamburger on my desk, and it shall exert a force upon the hamburger and the hamburger on itself. They shall "hit" each other in a way, and in doing so...", Ologi's booming voice trailed off, his skill with food equal to his skill at cooking, he somehow always let in leak into all of his lectures, to the annoyment of all. Except the children perhaps.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Silence.
That was a rare thing in Space.
Everyone slept. Everyone but Asako, the Radioman. He was awake. He listened.
Silence within and silence without. It was calming...and frightening.
No shouts or chatter from commercial spacecraft. No pressurization alarms. No shots of fury and rebellion. Nothing. Void. Eternal Silence.
The silence was putting Asako to sleep. Drifting into the courts of dream...he heard it. A whisper of sound. A chirp of an ethereal bird. A dagger to break the silence. He listened again, screwing up the Volumator for another now anticipated call.
Nothing. Nothing at all. It was just imagined.
Silence once more.
Then, once more the bird returned. A whispering chirp. There. Asako grinned with both excitement and irrational fear as he screwed in the signal on the Spanner. It was quick now. Asako's heart beat with excitement as his dyed blonde and black locks fell over his eyes. He began recording as he raced out of the room, raced out to tell the Captain of the ethereal news. To tell him of the sound.
He didn't listen further. He ran. The recorder readied a tape for writing. If only he had listened longer.
Perhaps then he would have heard the screams.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++==
"Hull fracture, 10 marks in. Judging by the pattern, I'd say some sort of Plasma cutter.", Hakagura remarked into his Spacewalk suit for analysis back on the bridge.
As captain, it was his job and duty to go first on all matters of security. If he was to somehow perish, leadership would fall to Lieutenant Garo, a Marine stationed on the ship as guard, and a full report and questioning would have to be made of the incident.
As it stood, the chirp Asako heard was a distress beacon. It came from a black ship drifting lifeless in space. Life-support was down. There was no insignia, no hull markings. Haraguka carried his Plas-Cutter and G108 Chargepistol, loaded with shells of nonlethal electricity. Even as a Scientist, he had made a silent vow to himself that he would not kill.
+Maybe I should recant that. Heh. Didn't I make it in the first place for Sashara's sake?+
The emotion was in him as well. Yet they were professional in all things. Always.
+The ship doesn't need a scandal.+
The main door bolts came off quite easily. The outer seal was broken, meaning airless void existed both in and out of the ship. Nothing unprotected could survive.
Dark liquid filtered out of the small black ship. Dead drops of water, black with silence.
+Oil? Can't be, these things run on Electus Impulse.+
Haraguka stepped into the main cabin. It was small. No bigger than a simple Orbital officer transport. The cockpit door was closed.
Sound. The lack of it shocked Haraguka. Had his commbead malfunctioned? Silence.
A shape. Human. Cloaked in white, masked in pink, it moved with the rhythym of life. Life. It floated quietly on its back, inches from the steel floor.
Haraguka drifted over to the breathing form, prying for a closer look. Within the glass face mask he say naught but electric pink. Opaque in stunning color. Yet still the form moved.
The oil was all about him now. This strange substance...perhaps a biological function? Bio-drives were very common in the Lawless sectors. But where is the crew?
Haraguka glanced at the cockpit again. It was sealed. And with the damage the ship had sustained-where and how did it sustain it?- the cockpit would take a very long time to open.
Best he salvage what he could.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Subject is human male, 6 foot 10, 192 pounds, pale complexion, genes show French background with unknown variable G's. Subject has sustained a concussion and has signifigant scarring of the central left hemisphere of the Brain and Cerebellum. Subject's Corpus Callosum seems to have been cut, purpose unknown. Subject has been in a state of advanced coma for 28 hours so far. Heart rate is abnormally low and system is still attempting to find a genetic match.", Sashara finished as Doctor Ishikuro finished his examination.
She clicked off the recorder, looking down at the still, pale form. Bound with leather restraints he was to the metal table. He hadn't moved since Haraguka had brought him on board, questioning Asako extensively about "radio silence".
Yet Sashara still gazed at the man. Still.
+We don't even know what he's like. His personality, his ideas. All a mystery.+
The enigma of coma still cloaked the white shrouded man as Sashara left the room.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+Light.+
The lights in the Medical Bay turned on with a soundless click.
+++
+Release Me. They will perish.+
+++
Leather bands reinforced with spider silk filaments bound the still form of Sonir Le'Zatz, PN105881961. A prisoner here as much as the ship of the bounty hunters.
+Dark.+
The lights in the Medical Bay dimmed to nothing with a soundless echo.
He breathed out. He breathed in. Air. Something new. Fresh air.
+Break.+
500,000 pound tensile strength Micro-filament wires bound in snakeskin leather sleeves and Mono-tarda juice cloaks snapped in the space of a second.
Sonir rose then. He sent his mind out to the far corners of the ship. Seeking toys, seeking tools.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Always professional.
That was Sashara's mindset. Advancement in all things comes from Professional decency. Her father had taught that in full back home on Erth, as had her mother before she died.
She had called Haraguka to her room with a request for his prescense and advisement on several documents relating to the Kisaro Drive's tests later that day. Always Professional.
Still, she could not lie and not realize that her heart fluttered when she saw his regal form frame the threshold of her room. Professional.
"You needed help with the Drive Testers?", he asked, seeming as if this was but a minor stop on his way elsewhere.
She gave a quick nod and grabbed a sheaf of papers off her Pilo-Desk, the hovering supports rebalancing the weight change to a more comfortable level for her height.
"Yes, the Kisaro Drive testers seem to be inaccurate, I'm getting multiple S100 errors on the lower shafts. The stress is too great for us to just test this with a 5 oh 5er. What do you propse we change?" she said with a questioning curl of her eyebrow.
That was strange. Not the testers. They both felt it though. A wave of energy passed through them. Emotion surfaced.
"S100...lower shaft...", Haraguka surmised as he took a seat next to Sashara on her Pilo-bed.
"We could change the drive Moles. That would help balance the stress of...", she trailed off, suddenly dizzy with emotion.
Their eyes locked then. Her pools of hypothermic blue and his summer shades of green. Beautiful.
Head Ensign Sashara let the sheaf of Kisaro drive reports fall to the floor as they embraced. A kiss, opening the floodgates for their love.
Their clothes couldn't seem to come off fast enough, their bottles of buried love rising to a drunken brim as they embraced and made love.
They made love to a silent chorus of agony. They made unknowing of the conductor. They consumated their journey's end.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sterile Metal. Now dirtied. It drifted in the air, glittering amongst a swarm of red.
Sonir Le'Zatz drifted by the lifeless Tor-Master.
It was exhilirating.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tor-Master Ologi's body drifted silently behind the Null-Steel glass of his lecture room. The still form of Sonir Le'Zatz still lay upon the Iron Medical Bay table.
"Who...why...", Sashara whispered to the air, standing as perplexed and shocked as the rest of the crew.
+Release me.+
A echo of sound drifted by.
Captain Haraguka peered forward, noticing the security Null-Shields that had been activated with Ologi's death. Nothing could get in. Nothing could get out...without his express permission. No one knew the Null codes except Haraguka.
None but he could be trusted with that power.
"Perhaps we are haunted?", Asako piped up, instantly embarassed by the shocked stares he received.
"No...this is no ghost. We are plagued with a murderer. I want security doubled on the Medical Bay."
"He was just a...just a...", Sashara whispered, on the verge of tears.
Haraguka held her close, their aura of professionalism drooping as more than a few eyes noted their proximity. Their crush was wheat for the rumour mill, and this would only heighten the gossip.
"Garo, we make to Mokono Station. 3 Days, all hands confined to your rooms. Now.", Haraguka growled out, true anger showing for the barest of moments.
+Perish.+
A whisper of sound. Unheard by all.
As the crew dispersed, not a one noticed the form of Sonir Le'Zatz, standing just beyond the glass. Staring.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Light died.
"Full control Garo, I need full control!", Haraguka bellowed at the top of his lungs.
+Release ME. They WILL perish.+
"You heard him! Asako, help me with the gear!"
Two twin shocks of vaporized air roared past the Tsunami. They were in dire straits.
Release him. No. No?
Oblivion faced them. Desperation surfaced.
Haraguka trembled visibly as he entered the Null codes. Light died...and was reborn.
"Kisaro Drives Activated.", the mechanical AI of the Tsunami announced.
+They will perish.+
Silence.
+Sashara, I lose you now.+
+Haraguka, I...+
+THEY WILL ALL PERISH!+
Death. Destruction. Apocalypse. Oblivion.
Nothing could describe the song of Sonir Le'Zatz. A violent upheavel of negation. Man fails. Metal fails. Nothing stands up to the unchained beast of the psykik.
"Main Stress Tensor Overload."
+The S100's...+
+What would YOU rather have...OBLIVION...OR LOVE?+
I had never known love. I kill them all. I am nothing. And I will live on.
Negation. Emotional overflow. Stress Overload.
Nothing remained but the white ghost of Tsunami.
Oblivion.
Herald of the Eternal Heart, no thing remained.
Naught but twin specks of black, dark, dust.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
For a time, at least until the practice bores me, I shall attempt to keep up with posting a regular attempt at the recording of my dreams. I warn you reader, in the great dismal delves of the mind everything is laid bare.
~ The night of Monday, January 18th, 2010 ~
I am a servant of sorts to a seemingly wealthy nobleman who has captured a device for the instantaneous travel of multiple persons, on which trip he brings myself, his wife, his concubine, and his bodyguard / 2nd servant, a pale, raven haired beauty named Tear, by her own explanation a lowly shin-girl from the north, a gladiator slave of sorts. After landing in a ruined grotto of sorts, Augustus (the nobleman), his wife and I are set upon by a creature of greater than animal intelligence yet animalistic fury, sheathed in a seemingly impenetrable skin of grey stone. It knocks Augustus out and bites into the neck of his wife with relish, seeming to draw out her bodily fluids. I am overcome by a chorus of voices, and I feel the world grow dark as I launch at this thing as a shadow of fury.
We battle, seemingly evenly matched, whilst unbeknownst to me a smaller creature of stone steals into the ship we arrived in, a green striated with blue thing of curved and long smooth design, and steals away the unconscious figures of Tear and Augustus' concubine. I scream for Tear to wake up, noticing that she was without armor or greatsword, and remembering then that she had taken ill on the journey. This momentary distraction allows my opponent to try his teeth on my flesh, whereupon I reply in turn, opening his tough flesh with my incisors. He seems stunned, and retreats thereupon, and as the world grows even darker I stumble about and fall to the realm of sleep.
I awaken with a start, no longer cloaked in shadow. And with a start remember all that has happened. The nobleman did not concern me, yet Tear, the only other living being who shared my secret of dark fury, had been taken. I began a search of the ruins, locating a half-ruined castle with sounds of music not far away. Beginning the steep ascent up the bestoned and ruined incline, I noticed broken columns and pillars not unlike those of the white city of the aslarmoshad. Mounting the half-collapsed structure at long last, I began to slowly climp up the ruined yet somewhat stable face to the open aired second floor. What awaited me was a scene of horror. Through half open double doors of golden steel was a regal table bequeathed with all sorts of finery and elegance. Sitting at that table were all who had been lately captured, plus one rather stunted, dwarf-like figure, slowly eyeing each of the seemingly paralyzed victims in turn, all dressed in some type of aged gown or suit of pale silk. Seated the head of the table was a creature of great age yet also great power. Blood oozing from a marr in the perfect flesh of his cheek, he stared longingly at each of the females in turn.
Suddenly rising from his half-finished meal, he slowly strode towards each of them, taking a seemingly brief whiff of their scent. He stopped momentarily at Tear, as she stared straight ahead, and whispered something under his breath. He stopped suddenly at Augusts' wife, and noticing something of her midsection, clapped his hands together as a wine merchant would at seeing an extremely rare and aged bottle. He slowly bent over this one and began to move lovingly over her neck. His dwarflike companion gave a squeal of delight as a dark liquid began to run down them both onto the tiled floor. Suddenly gliding away from his act, he swept towards Tear, staring ahead as the bloody wreck of Augustus' wife crumpled to the floor.
I could bear the sight no longer, and springing up from my perch, I swept towards the doorway, wrenching from my throat the name of her, Tear. The old monster snarled at my audacity, and smiling a hidden smile, stared ahead at my approaching form and bent down to watch as I watched him drain the life from Tear. Yet this was not to be so, as a fork of pale steel came up to meet the old monsters throat, grasped firmly in Tears' hand. She sprang away from the beast, tearing off what she could of her flimsy gown so as not to further hinder her movement.
I rushed past her, and pushing her aside I charged into the monsters face with blades drawn, his eyes being locked on Tear. Both blades sank deep within his neck, drawing a veritable fountain of blood forth as he slowly sank to the floor, his features becoming stony and hard, yet this great defense of his coming too late. The dwarf-like creature cried out then, grasping his head in dirty claws, he cried out in unknowable pain as his backbone snapped loudly and he ceased to move. We quickly untied Augustus and his concubine, and slinging each over our shoulders, made our way down the ruined staircase to the incline, down to the ship and into their berths, to better recuperate. Before setting them down, we checked each for any wounds or marks of attack, noting only the bruises on their heads, indicative of their unconscious state, somehow possibly worsened by the spell the monster had put over them. As we finished our inspection and closed and secured the hatch to the ship, we inspected each other for wounds, of which a many I had sustained unknowingly in my duel with the monster.
~ The night of Monday, January 18th, 2010 ~
I am a servant of sorts to a seemingly wealthy nobleman who has captured a device for the instantaneous travel of multiple persons, on which trip he brings myself, his wife, his concubine, and his bodyguard / 2nd servant, a pale, raven haired beauty named Tear, by her own explanation a lowly shin-girl from the north, a gladiator slave of sorts. After landing in a ruined grotto of sorts, Augustus (the nobleman), his wife and I are set upon by a creature of greater than animal intelligence yet animalistic fury, sheathed in a seemingly impenetrable skin of grey stone. It knocks Augustus out and bites into the neck of his wife with relish, seeming to draw out her bodily fluids. I am overcome by a chorus of voices, and I feel the world grow dark as I launch at this thing as a shadow of fury.
We battle, seemingly evenly matched, whilst unbeknownst to me a smaller creature of stone steals into the ship we arrived in, a green striated with blue thing of curved and long smooth design, and steals away the unconscious figures of Tear and Augustus' concubine. I scream for Tear to wake up, noticing that she was without armor or greatsword, and remembering then that she had taken ill on the journey. This momentary distraction allows my opponent to try his teeth on my flesh, whereupon I reply in turn, opening his tough flesh with my incisors. He seems stunned, and retreats thereupon, and as the world grows even darker I stumble about and fall to the realm of sleep.
I awaken with a start, no longer cloaked in shadow. And with a start remember all that has happened. The nobleman did not concern me, yet Tear, the only other living being who shared my secret of dark fury, had been taken. I began a search of the ruins, locating a half-ruined castle with sounds of music not far away. Beginning the steep ascent up the bestoned and ruined incline, I noticed broken columns and pillars not unlike those of the white city of the aslarmoshad. Mounting the half-collapsed structure at long last, I began to slowly climp up the ruined yet somewhat stable face to the open aired second floor. What awaited me was a scene of horror. Through half open double doors of golden steel was a regal table bequeathed with all sorts of finery and elegance. Sitting at that table were all who had been lately captured, plus one rather stunted, dwarf-like figure, slowly eyeing each of the seemingly paralyzed victims in turn, all dressed in some type of aged gown or suit of pale silk. Seated the head of the table was a creature of great age yet also great power. Blood oozing from a marr in the perfect flesh of his cheek, he stared longingly at each of the females in turn.
Suddenly rising from his half-finished meal, he slowly strode towards each of them, taking a seemingly brief whiff of their scent. He stopped momentarily at Tear, as she stared straight ahead, and whispered something under his breath. He stopped suddenly at Augusts' wife, and noticing something of her midsection, clapped his hands together as a wine merchant would at seeing an extremely rare and aged bottle. He slowly bent over this one and began to move lovingly over her neck. His dwarflike companion gave a squeal of delight as a dark liquid began to run down them both onto the tiled floor. Suddenly gliding away from his act, he swept towards Tear, staring ahead as the bloody wreck of Augustus' wife crumpled to the floor.
I could bear the sight no longer, and springing up from my perch, I swept towards the doorway, wrenching from my throat the name of her, Tear. The old monster snarled at my audacity, and smiling a hidden smile, stared ahead at my approaching form and bent down to watch as I watched him drain the life from Tear. Yet this was not to be so, as a fork of pale steel came up to meet the old monsters throat, grasped firmly in Tears' hand. She sprang away from the beast, tearing off what she could of her flimsy gown so as not to further hinder her movement.
I rushed past her, and pushing her aside I charged into the monsters face with blades drawn, his eyes being locked on Tear. Both blades sank deep within his neck, drawing a veritable fountain of blood forth as he slowly sank to the floor, his features becoming stony and hard, yet this great defense of his coming too late. The dwarf-like creature cried out then, grasping his head in dirty claws, he cried out in unknowable pain as his backbone snapped loudly and he ceased to move. We quickly untied Augustus and his concubine, and slinging each over our shoulders, made our way down the ruined staircase to the incline, down to the ship and into their berths, to better recuperate. Before setting them down, we checked each for any wounds or marks of attack, noting only the bruises on their heads, indicative of their unconscious state, somehow possibly worsened by the spell the monster had put over them. As we finished our inspection and closed and secured the hatch to the ship, we inspected each other for wounds, of which a many I had sustained unknowingly in my duel with the monster.
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