Saturday, October 27, 2007

367. Deleo per Extremus

“Full screen,” toned John, his hard lean back straight, his soft expectant eyes unblinking. Parted left to right, each hair combed in place as if order meant something, as if ritual and discipline could sway fortune. His practiced hands as empty as the cards he held.

Kyra nodded. Von acceded. Tom flickered larger than life, a reflection of fear and power, of fate knocking on wood exposed to the universal fire of might. His command carrier stood locked on Tranquility as hammer to nail. Only a nod remained between his view holding metal and life or stars and memories.

“Hello John.”

“Hello Tom.”

“How’s Cait?”

“Good. She’s good Tom.”

“And Ariel? How is she?”

“Good as gold, as always. And Tom Jr.?”

Tom shrugged. “More like his mom than his old man. Still time.”

“And how are you Tom?”

Tom sighed, his eyes bright in a face of chiseled stone. “I’ve got a boarding party. Lower your defenses.”

John looked at Krya. She shook her head with hands clasped behind her back. “Can’t do that Tom.”

“I’m asking you to reconsider. This is the best way John. Trust me.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you Tom. It’s actually that I trust you implicitly.”

“You give me too much credit. However, this time you wouldn’t be wrong. Now I’m asking you one last time. Lower your defenses.”

“And if I don’t—”

“Execute my orders. Duty bound. I have no choice.”

John looked toward Von. “Cut the screen.”

“John!”

“What!”

“Don’t do this. There is a better way.”

“You have your orders—“

“My orders are Deleo per Extremus.”

John held his hand to Von.


Tom held the glowing seal before the screen. “Deleo per Extremus, John. Potentatus. I think you understand the gravity of the situation. I have no choice.

John stood mute as stone. Kyra glanced Von, which was the same as looking at the wall.

“John?” queried Kyra.

“Tell her John. You owe her the truth.”

John felt vised between past and present, between letter and law, heaven and earth.

“The truth John. Tell her.”

“Tell me what? asked Kyra.

“Tell her John.” Hesitation. “Or I will.”

“He has plenipotentiary orders for our complete and utter annihilation.”

“Tell her how you know this?”

“What?”

“Tell her John. Tell her how you know this.”

“Don’t do this Tom.”

“On your "rescue mission" of the fair Hynerian, what were your orders?”

Kyra stared at John. John stared into oblivion, bitterness rising as wisps above the rank brew.

“Orders?” asked Kyra.

“Deleo per Extremus.”

366. Von's Journal #6




I will always believe that people can change, not because they do, but because I have to believe that I can.

There are only a few stories in the world and none of them are important.

What, How, Why: Of the three you can have the first two, I’ll take the third.*

Plot hides and deceives. A red flag in the face of our bullheadedness.

You have to believe to see. The heart has its own eyes.

Burden is not of pack but of thought (burden of pack ache shoulders nein as thoughts heavy smart the mind).

I was not cold until someone said it was cold.

I miss my son.

* Here Von is rationalizing two questions that haunt him: (1) The last day: when, where, what, how?; (2) Did Ceru die alone, did he suffer?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

365. Who's Who

Story Synopsis:

“The Story” begins when the author, while on vacation in the Caribbean, stumbles upon a few survivors of an alien race (Hynerians). Everything that follows is a retelling, or a recreating as some might say, of who and why and how. The story follows a mosaic format, not a linear one. Each chapter, or post, stands on its own, giving reflection to a small piece of the whole. We learn that eight Hynerians were forced to vacate their dying planet. The story showcases their external (adventures) and internal (pyschological) search for home and meaning in a universe dark and bleak. The relationship between Kyra and Papa (her grandfather) form the centerpiece of the story, a light unto the darkness, which is recounted episodically in remembrances.




Main Characters:
(Each character's name is hyperlinked to their original sketch or painting)

Kyra: a young female Hynerian raised by her Zing Tao Grandfather at Valla, she assumed leadership of Bravo.* Kyra is gifted with the rare ability to play in the field of “Love,” and thus influence events in extraordinary ways. Her parents, both marine-biologists and obsessed with the climate changes and their careers, were almost non-existent in her life; she carries within her both great joy and great sadness. Physically, she can best be imagined as a cross between Aeryn Sun (Farscape) and Aki Ross (Final Fantasy). There is more “me” in Kyra’s personality than any of the other characters. She is the literary love of my life, with her coal black hair and brilliant sapphire eyes, tight and taut, forever dressed in form-fitting melanic venuisan leather.

*Bravo-Four-Zero was the original vessel assigned to Kyra and the others. On a mission to rescue another Hynerian vessel, Bravo was attacked, incapacitated and abandoned (although still extant). Their second vessel, of Kulmykian make, is called Tranquility.

Papa (Zeke): Kyra’s grandfather. Papa entered the Zing Tao Order as a young Hynerian and eventually became the only Hynerian to achieve Ninth Order rank. Although we learn of some of his adventures in the early part of the story, Papa is mainly seen after retirement interacting with a young Kyra. He discovers early that her gifts far exceed his own and he pours his heart into cultivating love and wisdom within Kyra. He secures passage for her on Bravo, while he stays behind on Hyneria. A present day Paul Newman would play Papa. When I think of Papa, I most often think of my maternal grandfather.

Rog: Raised on a ranch in the southern reaches, Rog is a happy-go-lucky, good-looking, fun-loving, optimistic rustic cowboyish type with a killer smile. A younger Dennis Quaid would be a perfect fit for Rog. Rog has a heart of gold, falls in love with Yul, loves to pilot the ship, drink snoot with Von and dream of the next adventure. Rog sometimes talks before he thinks but would give you the shirt off his back if you asked. Rog is modeled in part after my uncle Calvin, who served two tours in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot.

Yul: She is the “Ginger” (with a rough edge) in this story. She exudes sexuality and most of the gratuitous sex in the story involves her. She was a twin and not the chosen one. Her father abused her emotionally. She could do no right and her sister could do no wrong. In fact, her sister was supposed to be on Bravo, not Yul. Yul is an emotional rollercoaster and sees the world through the thick filters of her upbringing, which is to say she needs love desperately but has trouble trusting anyone and is quick to blame herself for all that goes wrong. She loves Rog dearly, although their relationship has had its share of ups and downs. Not sure who would play Yul in the movie.

Von: Von is the oldest member of the Bravo crew, a contemporary of Papa and a Zing Tao. In service with Papa and the Zing Tao in the great Dauculus campaign he incurred a debt to Papa. In repayment of that debt, Von agreed to accompany Kyra on Bravo and watch over her. He had to leave his only son behind to fulfill this debt, a choice that has left him bittersweet. Von would be played by Max Von Sydow.

Trev: Trev is one of the youngest members of the crew. Boyishly handsome but somewhat immature and shy, Trev was in medical school at the time of evacuation. In the early part of the story, he was the medic. We still don’t know a lot about Trev and know almost nothing about his life on Hyneria. He appears to have a somewhat repressed personality.

Emy: Em’s father was a great sea captain on Hyneria and she spend a lot of time with him on the open sea. She is the Mary Ann to Yul’s Ginger so to speak. She has no airs, salt of the earth heart and personality and had a very good and strong relationship with both her mother, who died and whose essence she carries in a brooch, and her loving father. Em spends a lot of time writing letters back to her father and frets at the very real prospect she will never have children. In a recent accident, Em was blinded. She also is an artist. Em, in summary, is the girl next door.

Mairi: Mairi is a Châtelaine, which, although not developed yet in the story is a cross between a Geisha and a Companion (Inara’s character in the Firefly series). To be fair to Châtelaines, they are rather more sophisticated in their training and skills than either of the two examples above. One day, the story will take us into more detail. Mairi comes from a posh background, is rather soft-spoken but has a backbone of steel; in other words, she is tough as nails, although you'd never guess from her beautiful external appearance. She is extremely intelligent and, of all the females onboard, has the most classically attractive features. Unlike Rog and Em, Mairi is used to the finer things in life and has an appreciation for subtle details and nuances. To date, other than the fact that she is a “child of the shells” and her deformity is not physical but of the “mind” (she is a Null, which means she has the ability to blank out all telepathic communication in her vicinity), we know very little about her. Her nullness introduced her to Dr X, who raped and tortured her and who is now acting as her mentor. The relationship is complex and difficult to understand.

Kieran: Kieran is the only crew member to have passed away. He contracted the deadly Animus virus early in the story, and although the crew did everything in their power to save him, he slipped into the next life. He has, however, remained as a cameo figure present in spirit and sometimes manifests himself in times of trouble. Kyra was falling in love with Kieran, the one member of the crew she saw as her equal or at least close enough. She struggled to recover from her attempt to save him (which forced her into the next realm and back again) and spent upwards of two weeks in a coma. Kieran was also a "child of the shells." His deformity: two hearts. Kyra and Mairi are the only two crew members Kieran converses with, although he once encouraged Yul to return to the heart that beat for her.

John: John Discovery, aka Johnny Disco, is Kulmykian. Married to Cait with one daughter (Ariel), John was a senior level military commander who also happens to also be a neuro-surgeon. He is attracted to Kyra and walks the fine line between what he knows is right and the emotions just underneath. We tend to see a good bit of ambiguity in his relationship with her. John was the golden boy on Kulmyk until somewhere along the line he angered someone very high up in the political realm. He and Rog were railroaded on trumped up “Infidelity” charges and were to be summarily executed before they were rescued. In fleeing his home planet, he joined “the crew” upon their new ship, the Tranquility (Bravo was incapacitated in an earlier mission). Cait and Ariel are with him. George Clooney plays John in the movie.

Goldie and Pinkie: Mechanical valets to Kyra and Em respectively.

Taren and Dr X: Arc’teryxian, which is to say, part of a civilization at war with Kulmyk. It is still unclear who the good guys are and who are the bad guys. The story has not resolved that fact currently. Suffice it to say, Taren is now a member of Tranquility and it looks as if Dr X may be joining them.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

364. Outtake #4: The Witch's Tit

“So here’s the plan. See that blue area, that’s where we land,” said John.

“Okay, but why do they call it the witch’s tit?” asked Rog.

“Because it be frailing cold. I don’t mean cold, cold, I mean frailing fraillity cold.”

“Whatever dude. So the plan is stealth. We slip in a backdoor so to speak.” Rog points to one of the dark lines on the holomap.

“Yep.”

“And this is going to work because?”

“Because no one knows we’re coming. No one. Complete surprise. We hit them before they know they’ve been hit.”

“I see.”

John folds his arms, leans back and smiles. “Damn right.”

Kyra sticks her head in the war room. “John, we’ve got an incoming message.”

Rog looks at John who looks a little less sure.

“It’s Tom. For you,” added Kyra.

Rog tries to withhold his signature quaidesque grin. “Steath, huh. No one knows we’re coming.”

John scrunches up his face.

“Just slip in and slip out. Hit them before they know they’ve been hit.”

“Alright, so we go to plan B.”

“What’s plan B?”

“That’s where I put my foot up your jackassary.”

363. Purification

John looked like a quarterback in the huddle as he kneeled to examine Trev, the rest of the crew standing and leaning and waiting. “He’s alive. Not sure how exactly, considering the toxic levels of purification he’s inhaled. Hynerian physiology still eludes me,” said John as he looked over his shoulder directly at Kyra. “All I’m saying is, if he were Kulmykian, he’d be dead.”

“What the heck did you just say? And what the heck is that?” asked Rog, pointing to the posy.

With a gloved hand, John held the flower upside down as one might hold a rabid bat. “This is a thorn flower, native to Kulmyk. They’re quite rare. First time I’ve ever seen one outside of a book.”

“What exactly is a thorn flower?” asked Von. “And how and why does Trev have one?”

“I was about to explain the former. Someone else is going to have to shed some light on the latter.”

“Sorry to interrupt. Carry on.”

“Thorn flowers, when bled from the stem, or torso as it is called, exude a crimson sap that, upon contact with air, evaporates into a plume of rose colored mist. If used in the right way, which is to say inhaled in the proper dose, the user experiences clarity of thought, a purification, so to speak.”

“Explain what you mean by purification?” asked Kyra.

Before John could answer, Mairi blurted out, “It was suppose to bring clarity of thought, a cleansing she said, of all the abuse he suffered at the hands of Sal.”

Everyone turned toward Mairi. Kyra spoke: “Go on.”

“Trev got himself in over his head with the wrong crowd back on Kulmyk. What was suppose to teach him a lesson got out of hand and he was sexually and psychologically abused to within an inch of his life by a woman named Sal, who worked for Lil’ Twilight. Lil’ was horrified. BC, her boss, wanted Trev dead, something to do with the credit chip they had stolen from him, you know, the one John gave each of us. Lil’ intervened with the muscle, bought them off, or so she said. Still, they beat him to a pulp and left him to die, although they did knock on my door before leaving.”

No one moved. No one said anything. Mairi took a breath and continued.

“Anyway, before we left, I had a visit, from Lil’. She asked about Trev, said she was sorry about what happened, that he didn’t deserve it, and then gave me a box. Said, I should give this to Trev, that there would be instructions inside. She wanted me to make sure he understood it came from her.”

“So you knew?” queried Rog. “You knew.”

“Frail you.”

“Rog, that’s enough,” said Kyra.

“She knows more that she’s telling.“

“This is neither the time nor the place. Mairi, please continue.”

“So I gave the box to Trev, told him it was from Lil’, that it might help, if he needed help.

Several blank stares appeared like judges.

"What? I didn’t know.”

“I believe you Mairi,” said Em, breaking the awkward silence with a tone of voice best described as clean. “Trev shared the same story with me. He told me about the flower and asked what I thought. I told him I thought it was a crutch, that he didn’t need it, but at no time did I know, nor did Trev imply, that using the flower could be dangerous in any way. I had the impression when he left that he wasn’t going to use it.”

Mairi glowered at Rog. He made faces back.

“Okay,” said Kyra, “let’s get him into sickbay.”

“Ms Kyra,” commed Goldie.

“What is it Goldie?”

“We have an incoming message. Says his name is Tom.”

Rog looked at John. “I thought you said we were stealth?”

“Thought we were.”

“Well, obviously we’re not?”

“You think?”

“John, join me on the bridge,” commanded Kyra. “Rog, get Trev to sickbay.” Looking at John she said, “This is not good is it?”

John sighed. “Hard to say. Does kinda change our plans though.”

Kyra put her hand on John’s shoulder as they quickly walked to the bridge. “I never expected that plan to survive first contact. Was a nice thought. Do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Keep an eye on Rog. He’s been acting very strange lately and I’m not sure why. We’re going to need him and need him focused.”

“I think I know why,” said John.

“Well? You gonna share?”

“It appears Yul may no longer be in remission.”

“You’re shiotting me?”

“I was just examining her when we got the call about Trev, so I can’t be certain, but Rog seemed quite agitated during the exam.”

“This is good news.”

John stopped in the corridor. “Come again?”

“The law of averages. The way I see it, we’re due for a stroke of luck. I mean, what else could go wrong?”

Monday, October 15, 2007

362. Thorn Flower

Trev locked the door and turned off his comm. He took off his shirt and neatly folded it upon the bed. In unshod feet, clean and pedicured as always, he walked to the picture window and placed a single thorn flower before the silent unjudging cosmos. Kneeling, he bowed his head, and with blurry eyes unblinking and chest broad, plunged a scalpel into this torso. He thought he would cry out. He thought he would have regrets. Instead, as if he had performed the act daily, he removed the silver instrument, and carefully placing it on one side of the flower, gently laid his head on the other. As a river at night reflects the stars above, a sparkling ribbon of crimson snaked around the flower and kissed his still lips. The stars blinked as they did before.

Friday, October 12, 2007

361. Maybe? Really?

“Frail, frail, frail, frail,” yelled Yul. “Damn me to hellocks. Damn it to hellocks!”

“What’s wrong,” yelled back Rog, alarmed. Yul alone in the bathroom, he thought, shaking his head and rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Hang on, damn it.”

Yul stood before the mirror, nude, both hands on her left side. The soft glow from a hovering quibbian providing the only light.

“What is it hon? What’s wrong?”

With eyes crying and lips trembling she looked at Rog as helpless as an abandoned puppy. “Why me, why me, why me?”

“What hon? What are you talking about?”

“Look.” She pointed to a small blemish, a growth. Ordinarily, it would have been nothing. The fact that it was growing on the scar made it not nothing.

Rog looked.

“You see it?”

He didn’t. Yul could tell.

“Damn it Rog, you could frail the shell off a nut but you ain’t got shiott for brains. Just frailing lie and tell me you see it. How frailing hard is that.”

“Baby . . .”

“What?”

“Maybe—“

“Holy shiott, that’s funny. Maybe? Really. Maybe?”

“Let me finish. I was going say maybe we should have John take a look.”

“Yes, John,” purred Yul in a slithering sarcastic taunt.

“You know, on—“

“No, no, you’re right. I think John is just the one to place his warm educated hands on my bare skin.” Yul licked her upper lip, slowly, as her hands rode down the front of her thighs and back up to her creamy firm buttocks. Grabbing each cheek she snapped, “Call him.”

“What?”

Yul gave him the look.

“Okay, okay.”