Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Ello love!
Ever had one of those dreams that make you go "Eh?"

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It was early morning and the sun was shining dimly through the window of the office. The sound of typewritters loudly quieted as I stood up from my desk. "Food is good, right?" I ask as I step away from my desk and into the middle of the room.
The blank faces workers (note: Nana can never remember faces, sometimes if she knows who the dream character is supposed to be she can make a composite) all look at me in reverance. "Yes!" They cheer with great enthusiasum.
I tie my bath robe closed and step out of the bathroom into the foyer of a large hotel. I go to the counter to pick up the weapons that were dropped of for me by my dealer. At the counter sat Mario and he was high on shrooms. I got my weapons and left the hotel in my Buick.
I drove as anyone in Spyhunter drives and ran many people into the grass where they blew up. About halfway down the Interstate the cops started to race me. One officer in particular, Officer Barbrady, was a hell of a drive as he swirved in and out of the paths of the many falling rocks.
After I barely beat him I left the interstate and went down an alley on foot all Ghost Recon style, HUD display and all. My target was one Keyser Söze, and he was a tricky bastard. I chased him through many Unreal arenas and then finally cornered him in the Blood Gulch where I met a ghost possesed tank who took me far away to the land of water and rice.
In the rice fields I picked many radishes which I through at the locals. They were not all that happy and so they revolted and laid seige to my castle with their dragons and dark elves. My Stronghold was impenetrable and with the help of the Pikmen I held out till morning where the Burger King came to wake me up with a kiss.

**
Nana has never been more confused in her life.


NNM
OH DEAR GOD, WHAT HAS BECOME OF THE PEACH PRINCESS!!!!
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Monday, May 14, 2007

Sleep deprivation
Most of the time Nana doesn't sleep because of her secret missions. Right now Nana has been up for 36hrs doing -Classified information- and it sucks. Right now she as a break and has decided to post something.
Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something, Something.


V

Twisting the night away
Those square dancers are oh so gay
Colorful lights on the dance floor
If you have the fever
Enter through the special door
It's saturday night and all is well
And no I'm not going to buy a Dell
Moving and groving to the beat
I'm amazed I can do it with no feet
How now brown cow
The chacha they will now allow


2:

Oh how I feel like a sausage made of pudding
rolling along a road of apple sauce.
Mmm Mmm good, said the lawyer as I speed on by.
I turn down an alley full of witches brewin their brews
Here's to hopin they don't go using me too
I pass on by safe as a bear,
only to fall down some chocolate stairs
Down and down I go, man I hungry for some more



3:
Pick it up and put it down
Throw it away or buy it new
One mans trash is another's treasure
Or so I'm told by the man on TV

So here I go to the store of store
To pick up the last of the trash
When the doors open, what a sight
Trash as far as I can see

Pleased with this new discovery
I go a scroungen, in and around the coats

Scurrying like a mad squrral
I find my crown of nuts
And place it upon my worthy head

"Hear me my subjects"
I bellow to the other critters
They all look up upon their new king
Their eyes like fireflies in jars

"I am your new king"
I continue to subjigate
"I will now make this area my new thrown room"
And at that they line up and bow deeply

Ah, what a trash trove I have found
Here, in this mall of malls
In and around the coats



NNM
I've made some reference here. One to an anime in my rant and one to a comedian in one of the three "Somethings" I posted.
Many cookies go to those who figure them out
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Saturday, May 12, 2007

Chapter Part 3of 3
Biku watched from the doorway of the large bay area as a crew worked at taking the bodies and cargo off the ship. It appears there is more to these people and their world that I thought. Biku looked at the Harentin representative as he talked to the Union police. The alien did indeed look plant like. His body was bulky like a small tree trunk and while he had hands of sorts, they here narrow and only had three branch like fingers. His skin looked like old bark and made his face seem old and sunken. The rest of the people in the bay looked human enough. Some had distinct marks like a ridged forehead or oddly shaped limbs. Well, he was in a foreign land.

“Must be hard for them.” Biku turned sharply, he didn’t sense anyone approach. The woman smiled and brushed back her dark hair. There was more, something green on the back of her hand and he could have sworn he saw some of it on the back of her neck too. The woman smiled, her pupils grew thin like a lizard’s, “What? Never seen an alien before?”
Biku turned back around and went back to watching the workers, “What do you think?”
“Well, given where you are,” She leaned against the other edge of the doorway. Biku could see the green more clearly, it was scales. They blended into her tan skin before they reached halfway to the front, “I’d say that you are just surprised that I snuck up on you. The only one I know that could ever catch me is Catboy.” She looked at Biku, “Where is he by the way? I got word from Yuna saying I was needed.”
Somehow I should’ve known. “Last I heard, he was out doing something I don’t care about.”
The woman laughed lightly, “What a bundle of joy you are.” She looked at the wreckage, “I got some details from Yuna, but if you could fill me in all the same that would be nice.”
Biku shrugged, might as well, “The ship was carrying something called barrier solution; enough for about a hundred people. It was on a regular run hiding the special cargo among the usual. It was attacked by an unknown group and all on board were killed.”
His flat tone made the woman smile. “For someone who hates to get involved, you seem to have a good grasp on things.”
Biku scuffed, “I’ve been in the military longer than most families live in one country. I should hope to be able to deal with things such as this.”
“Ah,” The woman nodded absentmindedly.
“So who are you?” Biku asked, still watching the salvage.
“I was wondering when you would ask.” The woman cracked her neck and laid her head against the wall, “I’m a friend of the family and a Union senator. Name’s Rachel Lesone”
“Lesone is Vermillion’s name.”
“Don’t sweat the small stuff. It’s a long story that you might have heard bits and pieces of already.”
“I see.”
“So,” Rachel yawned, “How long are you planning on staying with us?”
Biku grunted and shrugged.
“Spiffy.” Rachel shook her head and fell silent.

Biku looked off toward the opposite entrance when he heard a yell. Shinobu walked quickly over to the Union police and handed one of them a small silver brief case; then she went around to the other side of the ship and pulled aside one of the salvage crew. She seemed mad, but Biku couldn’t quite tell at this distance. When she was done talking, the man walked away from the ship and out of the bay. Shinobu shook her body vigorously and started to walk in Biku and Rachel’s direction.
“God I hate probies.” Shinobu fumed as she got close enough to speak without yelling, “You tell them to do one small job and they go and screw it up.” She stopped in front of Rachel, “You have authority, do something.”
Rachel laughed, “I don’t run the defense forces.”
“Argh!” Shinobu screeched, clutching her head, “Why me? Oh why me?”
Rachel reached out and placed a hand on Shinobu’s shoulder, “Looks like someone could use a cookie.”
Shinobu stared at Rachel all cockeyed and stupid, “Eh?”
Rachel giggled, “At the suggestion of better worldly understanding, Vermillion said that I should ‘troll’ Earth’s internet. It seems that giving virtual cookies as a reward is common practice.”
Shinobu sighed, “Should have seen that one.”
Rachel motioned to the wreck, “Care to tell me why I’m here.”
Shinobu leaned against the wall next to Rachel, blocking Biku’s view of her, “I need to know why the Union is secretly transporting barrier solution in such large quantity.”
Rachel rubbed her forehead, “I can look into it, but my source pool is still quite small. Most of the big wigs try and smuggle information past me since they know I have ties with you guys.”
Biku closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall, “You mentioned something about the Federation’s activities along the border. What did you mean?”
Shinobu looked at him, “In essence the border exists around any system or sector that the Federation occupies. Lately, they have been massing forces in areas where the sector or system is surrounded by either Union or Independent planets.” She looked at the wreckage, “I see it as a warning. Like they are saying ‘don’t come near us.’”
“Diversion.” Biku said flatly.
“Makes sense.” Rachel agreed, “But from what, though?”
Shinobu shrugged, “I don’t have the slightest idea. This isn’t a field of expertise for me. Chances are Vermillion won’t know either. Our dealings with the Federation have been minimal till recently. And that worries me.”
“How recent?”
Shinobu scratched her chin, “Probably a month ago or so.”
Biku shifted his footing slightly, “Who produces the solution that they stole?”
The two women looked at him in surprise, “That is a large assumption.” Rachel said.
Shinobu nodded, “Yes, but I think I see where he gets it. The Harentin are Independent and are more vulnerable to attack since they don’t have our protection. As for the answer to the question, I don’t know who is right now.”
Rachel brushed back her hair, “Last I heard it is Poseidon Industries.”
Shinobu looked at Rachel, “What is a cybernetics company doing manufacturing barrier solution?”
Rachel removed a small cord from a small pouch on her belt hidden under her shirt, “I recorded the press conference. It’s a better cut than what was seen on the news since it has the entire heated quarrel between Poseidon’s CEO and Raytheon Lab’s head of development.”

Biku watched curiously as Shinobu took the end of the cord and placed it under her hair at the back of her neck. She seemed to stare off into space for several minutes before removing the cord, “I see.” She said after a few seconds of thought. As if expecting his question, she turned her head away from him and moved her hair, revealing what looked like small data ports, “Most people, not on Earth mind you, now and days have some level of cybernetic implants. They basically allow us to have our brain act in a similar way to computers. Like just now I connected my brain to Rachel’s and she transferred her memory of the conference to me. The implants also allow for access to what ever intranet you might come across.”
“What is the reason someone would need them? Vermillion carries a computer with him to access data.”
Rachel laughed, “Don’t let that fool you. His body is riddled with implants of all types. That computer merely acts as a controller for them.” She flashed her pouch, “Much like this is for me. Since we are shapeshifters, we can’t have the same sort of structure other humanoids have. So all our connections are wireless.”
Shinobu rubbed the back of her neck, “I have many small cores and pins that run along my spine. On top of that the back of my neck and the surroundings of my brain stem are incased in a synthetic alloy for protection.”
“This leads into the reason for Poseidon’s want for production rights.” Rachel continued, “For some reason, the solution reacts badly to heavily cyberized people. The company wants to incorporate nanos with the already existing biological virus that composes the solution. Raytheon says that in doing so the nanos will negate the solutions effect and possibly cause cyber-brain sclerosis since the virus will run out of control and attack cells that aren’t infected with tyrium poisoning.”
“Tyrium poisoning,” Shinobu continued, “is basically what we call the reaction most humanoids have to tyrium; usually consists of complete genetic breakdown after most of the muscle and lung tissue is eaten away. Tyrium is a strange crystal that can exist is all three chemical states at the same time. So, while someone can avoid touching it, they will surely breathe it in. Tyrium is cultivated and then refined for use in alloys and medicines. It exists on only three known planets making it a commodity. It grows fast and if it isn’t kept in check, it can grow for miles in a matter of months.”
“It would seem that things are more complex than I first believed.” Biku commented.
“It gets worse, but I don’t feel like getting into detail right now.” Rachel agreed, “If you want to know, you should be able to access the records using Omo.”
Shinobu shook her head, “They are enemies right now.”
Rachel smiled playfully, “Oh.” She placed a finger on her chin, “Then I guess he and I could get together for coffee on a later date.”
Shinobu sighed as she watched the salvage team exit the bay, “Back to the drawing board.” She left the bay through the door beside her and the other two followed.


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Friday, May 11, 2007

Chapter part 2 of 3(Part 1 was yesterday)
“Door won’t budge.” Detro’s voice sounded strained.

The group made their way over to him and saw that he was trying to jam a crowbar into the small crack between the two doors. Shinobu shook her head when she saw Biku was about to help, “No need to strain yourself.” She jammed her hand into the crack and tore the door from its track. She looked at Biku and smiled, “What? Did you think I was just a regular human?”
Again, Biku remained silent.
“Mister talkative.” Aria commented.
“Just leave him be.” Shinobu said as she passed though the now open door.

The corridor was as dark as the room, but with some more dust. “Kya!” Shinobu tripped over some large object.
“Captain?” The other man, Marcus, went over to her.
“I found a body,” Shinobu said flatly as her helmet lights lit up the dead man’s face, “and it ain’t a plant.”

Aria came up behind and started to look over the body. His chest had a large, round burn mark; a bit of the rib cage peeked through the charred flesh and clothing. What was left of the uniform looked to be of Union origin, “Not a good sign.” Aria knelt down next to the body and stuck a small needle in to it. An opaque screen appeared in her visor, “Ensign Fariden Tyrh. Joined about two months ago. Time of death was about thirty minutes ago.”
“Looks like I need to ask a few questions.” Shinobu said as she placed her hand on the dead man’s forehead.
Biku watched with interest as Shinobu drew a small glowing ball of light from the man and proceeded to shut off her comm..
Biku looked at Aria, "Is she..."
"Communing with the spirit. Our three captains can, plus three others that I don't know." She answered.
Biku nodded and looked back at Shinobu, who was standing up; the light was gone.
"Things went from interesting to complex," She started out as she stepped over the body and continued down the corridor, "This carrier was supposed to be a cover. All the cargo was to seem very routine and was even being delivered as per an existing schedule. What they were really transporting was barrier solution."
"Barrier solution?" Marcus repeated.
"Tyrh didn't know what it was for, but the payload was enough for about a hundred people."
"The only reason that much would be needed is war preparations." Detro said.
"But who would the Union be starting a war with?" Aria asked.
"Given the Federations current activity along the border," Shinobu stopped at a closed door and tore it open; the corridor was pretty much the same, dark and musty, "I could see a move to strengthen forces, but,"
"Found a plant." Marcus called over the comm, "Burned to ash."
Biku looked down at corpse that lay barely exposed by the light. It had a fairly humanoid shape but there was no sign of a skeletal structure; the outer skin(?) was charred and fell to dust at the slightest touch.
“From the level of residue,” Aria informed as she scanned the body, “I’d say it was a torch type weapon.”
“A flame thrower.” Detro said bluntly.
“As strange as that might sound. There is residue of an unknown compound that was used as a catalyst. I’ll know more when I get this to the lab.” Aria proceeded to scrape some of the skin into a vile and placed it into a pouch on her belt.
“Hey, Fleda?” Shinobu called out
“Yeah.” Fleda’s voice came over the comm.
“I need you to check all registries on torch weapons. Who uses them and where they can be bought now and days.”
“Can do.”
“I also need Omo to try and back hack the signal.”
“Ain’t no good.” Omoikane answered, “The signal is coming from a separate system that runs completely independent from the rest of the ship.”
“Shit.” Shinobu sighed heavily, “Right, grab a tow and get us to a dock so we can get this ship searched properly. And call the Senator, we’ll need her for dealing with the government. I don’t like this battle preparation idea one bit.”

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Another chapter from story (2-3 parter) Part 1
“So, explain this to me again.” Biku said as he leaned against the railing behind the captain’s chair.
“What’s there to explain?” Shinobu raised her hands in confusion, “I’m Junsei’s real mother, Vermillion’s first wife, and the second captain of the fleet.”

It had been like this for the past hour. Shinobu, a perfectly normal human being: medium length dark brown almost black hair; brown, narrow eyes; thin light red lips; very Japanese, quite pretty; just your normal human. Two days ago she showed up in a different ship, and at that time she rejoined the crew as part of the switch. Or so Biku thought.

Nagie, a striking hazelnut brown haired, violet eyed beauty. Called ‘mother’ by Junsei, called ‘wife’ by Vermillion. She is of the same race as Vermillion so it seemed logical. But there was more. That’s the way it always was with these people.

“Just try and listen Biku.” Shinobu leaned her head back against the chair’s head rest, “You know what polygamy is right?”
“Multiple wives.” Biku answered, still in deep thought.

“So, I found Junsei one day and Vermillion agreed to help raise her. We had all the paper work done, and it became official that we were her parents. At the time we weren’t married but, that is now beyond the point. Many years go by and Nagie comes into the picture. Junsei becomes attached to her and started to call her ‘mommy number two’. Some more things happened and we had an official wedding, marrying us three together.”
“What I don’t get is how that guy managed to pull it off.”
Shinobu laughed, “I’d have to agree with you on that.”
“I can see it happening.” The woman at the communications station said.
“Yuna, right?” Shinobu started. The woman nodded, “If I remember what your file said; you were one of Vermillion’s charm and captures.”
“To put it bluntly yes. But during the weeks I worked with him at the court, I’d have to say it’s not all that hard to fall in love with him.”
“Does this happen often?” Biku asked, slightly worried.
“I don’t know. It’s just how he does it. Guys and girls alike; they all seem to get drawn to him.”
“Scary.”

Shinobu stood up and groaned as she stretched. She wore the standard Union uniform, so her slim figure became more apparent, “Now that formal introductions are over. How’s everything else? Vermillion told me you are used to a very archaic lifestyle.”
Biku sighed, “I don’t think archaic is right, but it’s definitely different here. I’m still unsure about that instant creating thing.”
“Replicator. You shouldn’t be, all it does is rearrange the molecules to form other objects.”
“That’s what makes me uneasy. Even alchemy can’t achieve that.”
“Think about how you get from here to the house. All teleportation is, is a rearrangement and transfer of your molecules. I’d imagine you are no different from your original.”
“I think I’ll stick with real food for now.”
“Whatever makes you happy, demon boy.” Demon boy, she’s called him that a few times since she arrived. She implies no misgivings or resentment. It just seems as if she’s dealt with demons before. Just not the evil ones. Shinobu went over to Fleda, who worked the tactical station, and started to make small talk. There was just something about how she treated Biku that he felt comfortable around her.
Biku sat down in one of the chairs by the captain’s, “So, are there any plans for today?” Biku asked as he stared at the star field in the main screen.
“Not that I know of.” Shinobu leaned against the console, “Vermillion and Nagie are out with separate agendas and Junsei is off relearning basic math, English, and Japanese history at school. Unless you have something that you just have to do, I figure we do a late lunch at the great pasta place I found not to long ago while I was on business in Sicily.” Shinobu brushed back her hair, “You do speak Italian, right?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Well let’s just hope they still speak English then. Cause I sure don’t speak it.”
“Uh, Captain?” Yuna said as she listened to something through her headset.
“Yeah?”
“You might want to take a rain check. I’ve got an unknown distress call from a cargo freighter four light years from us.”
“What’s it say?”
“It’s in Harentin, give me a minute to translate. ‘Please assist. Multiple casualties. Marauders. Medical cargo. Life support down.’”
“Right,” Shinobu came down to the center of the bridge, “Yellow alert. Seven minutes. Maybe sooner.”
“Too easy.” Anika, the pilot, said as she brought the ship into warp.
Shinobu turned to Biku, “If you have nothing else, wanna come along and help check the ship?”
Biku shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt.”
“Good.” She turned to a man who sat in the back corner at one of the stations, “You’re up for rotation, Henry. Me and Biku are going to lead the medical team.” The man stood up and took Shinobu’s place by the captain’s chair, “Take good care of her.”
“Yes ma’am” Henry saluted.
Shinobu and Biku got into the lift, “Deck 7.” She looked at Biku, “I guess you could call this your first outside contact.”
“What do you mean?”

The lift doors opened and they exited, “All of the crew members you’ve had contact with are basically humanoid. Some differ greater than others. But the Harentin are a plant like species. Their skin is like either bark or stem and they grow flower and leaves, depending on gender and age.”
“I see.”
The two entered the outer airlock. Shinobu walked over to one of the walls and gently pushed on it. It opened to reveal many space suits. She pulled one out, “You want one?”
Biku shook his head, “I don’t need much oxygen.”
“I know that.” She started to put on the suit, “It’s just, if their support systems are down, there will be a lot of carbon and nitrogen in the air. It will probably be stale as well.”
“I’ll be fine.”

Shinobu shrugged as she zipped up the back of the suit. It was a bit looser than the uniform, but you could still make out her figure when she stretched. Around that time, to males and one female had arrived and were also suiting up. The med team. Shinobu turned to look at them, “Remember, herbology is your friend.”
The team laughed. The woman looked at Biku, “What’s with the extra security, Captain?”
“Biku is just coming along because I figured he needed the experience.”
“You’re the boss.” The woman put on her helmet and sealed the suit.
Shinobu walked over to Biku, “Most likely there isn’t any danger, but I want you to scan the life waves since I can’t.” She put on her helmet and handed Biku a headset.

Biku looked at the headset and put it on. He watched Shinobu’s lips move but heard nothing. It looked like she sighed. She reached out to his face and touched the ear piece, “It does you no good if you don’t turn it on.” Her voice came through.
“I see.” He replied bluntly.

“You ain’t going to like this, Captain.” Henry’s voice came over the comm..
Shinobu sighed, “What?”
“The ship is worse off than the message told.”
Shinobu put her hands on her hip, “Are there any life signs?”
There was a long pause, “Very faint.” Fleda answered.
“What about atmosphere?” The female soldier asked.
“Also shit.” Fleda paused, “We have a small point where there is pressure. It’s in one of the cargo bays. I believe it is the one where the medical supplies are kept.”
Shinobu looked at Biku, “You still sure you don’t want a suit?”
Biku nodded.
“Alright,” Shinobu turned to the rest of the team, “This will be a direct assault. We get in, find what they were transporting and what was stolen. If possible, who did it.”
“What about the crew?” Biku asked.
Shinobu shook her head, “Life signs are very faint, so all the crew are probably dead. What’s left are decomposing plants that give off ‘very faint’ life signs.”
Biku said nothing in return and Shinobu ordered the transport.

The group appeared in a pitch black room surrounded by container like objects. The team turned on their flashlights that were imbedded in their helmets. Light shined directly on Biku’s pale face causing him to squint slightly, “How’s your breathing?” Shinobu asked.
“A bit rough, but tolerable.” Biku’s voice sounded quiet and muffled because of the lack of air.

The multiple beams of light meekly illuminated the room. It was small, cramped and dust like particles floated through the beams of light. There were around fifty storage containers stacked and scattered through out; most looked like they had been rummaged through but fairly untouched. The med team squatted down and dug through the containers nearby. Shinobu slowly walked the perimeter of the room looking for any bodies. “Now this is interesting.” One of the men, Detro, said.
Shinobu stopped pacing and peeked between two large crates, “Interesting enough to be a puzzle piece?”
“The supplies here seem to be left untouched. They are also your standard colony stock.”
Shinobu placed her hand against the visor of her helmet, “This works so much better when there is no glass.” Light laughter interrupted the white noise of the comm., “There aren’t any bodies here. Nor are the terminals in any working order.”
The female, Aria, giggled, “Nor?”
Shinobu sighed, “So my English isn’t perfect. Sue me.”

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Saturday, May 5, 2007

What if.....
*cue John Cleese as a BBC announcer* Last time on the program we showed you the world through the eyes of a valley girl. This week we will show it to you through the eyes of a Keanu Reeves impersinator.


Dude, I know kung fu!!!!


And now for something completely different, a scotsman on a horse.

Scottsman: My semprini hurts
*police officer appears* :Right, enough of that. You were warned. *Hauls away the Scottsman*


And now for something more completely differnt.


It occures to Nana that Kids these days don't know the classics. Nana thinks she might have mentioned it earlier but feels compelled to again since another younger soldier didn't know who John Cleese is. Nor did he know about Tron, even thought Nana heard him say he has played KH2. Guess he thought that the Tron level in the game was completely original. AHO!!!!




NNM
Dimsdale?
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Tuesday, May 1, 2007

history.......
Recently I wasasked by some new guy (can't remember his name, but just from how he acted I could tell he was just out of basic training)[even more of a side note, "new guy", I can't believe I am so used to being here that it has become such an everyday job like thing] Anyway, the guy asked me how this'll be recorded in history. At first I just wanted to laugh, but I remembered that he is quite the virgin when it comes to actual war experience. So heres the basics of what I told him.

History, in general, is a collection of truths, falsehoods, stories, and embelishments. The history we have learned since we were in school is just a basically bias point of view. As an example I used the hallocaust. Given the current views of general society, it is very tragic; but if you look at it from the Neo-nazi side, it becomes a great step in the right direction and a subsequent loss. Then I use the subjunctive path, what if no one from the camps survived, or all those involved never told their story, moving further along what if all records were lost?

This is all speculation, but it has grounding, is the above did happen, then, in basic terms, the hallocaust would never have happened. If no one remembers and no one tells, then as far as history is concerned, it never happened. So, fast-forward to the present. What we do out here, is not recorded, and will never be recorded officially. So, when all of us who are involved die, then these events are forever lost to time past.

So after explaining this to the boy, I told him this; "Of course history will be made, we just won't be in it." Though then again, the boy was just here on a transistion and has since moved out to the frront as a wheeler (88M). What I do, will do, and have done, will never be told to the public and at some point the records of which will be destroyed. I can ellude to it as much as I want, since it is very much in the fashion of the CIA/FBI movies of late. The records are "lost" but the out come is known. Hollywood and historians must fill in the blanks. Conspiracy is born from that. For those involved, it is just a part of natural life.

When this is all over and I am back in the states, I wonder how I'll act. I know many things that can never be spoken outside of "the circle" and have done things much the same. What scares me is how well I've adjusted to it. As I've said above, it has become just everyday live out here. I sleep in a trailer with four to five other people, or a tent with two others. I carry a weapon daily, fire it often enough. I also have a combat knife straped to my leg and a smaller knife somewhere else. All the hand to hand I've learned revolves around killing the opponent.

Sometimes I wonder why I tell anyone this. Maybe it's just what's left of my humanity (the definition of which can be a-whole-nother rant)


NNM
My Semprini hurts.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

As requested...
Note: This is part of a larger chapter but can sit as a slight look into the characters of my novel.
(It's also long)

Biku stood quietly in the corner of the sterile, florescent lit room. Vermillion sat sternly across from a battered young man who had surprisingly survived the explosion. The two stared intensely at each other waiting for the other to break. Biku had been in interrogations before but none were like this one, so set in mind games. Since coming into the room, the smile Vermillion wore was one that made Biku feel uneasy. Though, recently, many things about Vermillion have mad him feel uneasy.

Vermillion leaned back in his chair and sighed, “Right, well, that’s gotten us no where.” He opened the brown folder that sat in front of him and slowly flipped through the papers, “You have information. We need information. You want to live. A deal, perhaps?”
The man continued to stare silently blankly at Vermillion.
“You train for this stuff don’t you,” Vermillion paused and looked at the top paper in the file, “Mr. Yardgon. So I guess regular mind games won’t work.” He got up and rounded the table, stopping behind the man. He leaned in close and placed a hand over the man’s data ports, “I wanted to just go in and hack your ghost for the information but I figured you being a perfect soldier an all, you’d have a suicide bomb set as a last resort.” He whispered quietly into the man’s ear, “What I want to know now, is what you are afraid of.” Vermillion straightened and twirled to the man’s side placing a hand on his shoulder, “Of all the things you’ve seen and done, what do you fear most? Probably isn’t pain. Definitely not death. What could it be?” Vermillion circled the table several times before returning to his seat. He looked at the man, his smile brighter than before, “We’ve been holding you for a few days now. I’m sure you want to just talk, no information, off the record. Maybe you could tell me about your hometown. What schools you went to. Small talk.”
The man shifted slightly, probably numb from sitting for so long.
“What makes me wonder is how a young, promising man such as yourself would join this renegade group. In truth, I hold nothing against the Federation in general, it’s just that the Union pays better.” Vermillion reached into his jackets inner pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He offered one to the man, he refused. Vermillion returned the pack to the pocket, “I don’t smoke much either, but I find that sometimes it helps others in your position.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of his hands, “I think a lot, did you know that? And sometimes I come up with great ideas. It may be a bit sudden, but I think you need a little exercise. A walk around the area. What do you think?”
The man shrugged.

Vermillion stood up and clasped his hands, “Good.”
The door opened and a guard came in taking the man from the room. When the door closed, Vermillion ran his hand over the file making it disappear. He looked at Biku, “I suggest you call it a day. You won’t like what come next.”
“And what would that be?” Biku asked as he came out of the corner.
“If I tell you, you might try and stop me. I said you won’t like it.” Vermillion tapped a few buttons on the panel by the door. The door opened, but instead of the hall it went into an empty room, “If you are that curious, I won’t stop you. But I will not allow you to interfere.”
Biku shook his head and followed Vermillion into the room.

The new room was much like the old one, just without the table and chairs. There were others near by, but Biku couldn’t tell who. He could also hear faint sounds, like people whispering in another room. Vermillion stood next to him staring intently at a blank wall. Ever since the other incident, Vermillion has been acting more aggressive. Almost as though Kain had permanently taken over. Yet, whenever his daughter is around he always returns to the same man Biku met months ago. It is true that many thing have been going on that have destabilized most of the current galactic activity, but Biku never figured Vermillion would let it get to him.

Vermillion looked over at the door as the guard brought the man in. He then walked over to the man and put an arm around him, smiling again, “Remember when I asked what you feared? Well, truth be told I kinda knew already.” He brought the man to the center of the room and faced the man toward the wall he was looking at earlier, “Most of us are alike, you know. Deep down we all fear the same things. I have a family too, you know.” At that, the man stiffened. The uneasy feelings returned to Biku. “And one of the things I so dearly try to do is protect them. I’m sure you have the same feelings. A loving wife and daughter. Same as me.” Vermillion’s eyes narrow like a predator about to pounce his prey, “It’s just that I do a hell of a better job at it than you.” He motioned to the wall and a small window appeared.

Through the window was another, smaller room. In it sat a beautiful woman with a young girl in her lap, reading a book. In the back corners of the room stood two guards. The man clinched his fists, “It’s just an illusion.”
Vermillion laughed slightly, walked over to the window and tapped on it. The woman and girl looked up. Within seconds the girl was out of the woman’s lap and at the window, “Is that you daddy?” The man stared in shock, “Daddy, please get us out, I’m scared.”
The man was now shaking in vivid anger, “What the fuck is this?”
Vermillion turned to look at the man, “Just what it looks like. We took the liberty of finding your family.”
The girl banged on the window, “Daddy, say something. I’m scared and mommy is too.”
The man walked up to the window, the girl smiled and placed her hands against the glass. He put his hands on hers, “You wouldn’t. They really aren’t here.”
The girl’s smile disappeared and the fear returned, “I can’t hear you daddy. Please, I want to go home.”
The man looked at Vermillion and back at the girl, “This is bullshit.” He pushed off the window and began to pace.
The girl began to cry causing the woman to take her back to the chair. Biku watched dumbfounded. What the hell is Vermillion thinking? This is not right. Vermillion glared at Biku, almost as though he could hear his thoughts.
The man stopped pacing, “They can’t really be here.”
Vermillion leaned against the window and looked hungrily at the prisoners, “I’m a very impatient person and I also don’t take kindly to people calling me a liar.”
The man turned sharply and glared at Vermillion.
Vermillion shrugged, “Fine.” He nodded to the guards.

One guard tore the daughter from her mother and the other stood towering over the mother. The daughter’s crying grew louder and turned into pained screams as the other guard started to slap around her mother. The man grew rigid, biting his lower lip. Biku started to feel sick. Vermillion looked at the man, “I give you credit, but come on, what if they really are your family.” He tapped on the window. The guard that was assaulting the mother pulled out a knife and cut open her shirt began to grope at her chest, “The more you resist, the worst it gets.” Biku looked away from the scene. “I’m a reasonable man. You know. So I’ll tell you what is next. You’ve got five seconds to agree or I’ll let them have the fun I promised before taking the family.”
The man looked at his family; his wife struggled against the guard as he continued to molest her while his daughter was flailing against the grip of the other guard in sheer horror. Their painful, agonizing cries continued to fill the silence. The man himself began to cry.

Vermillion walked up to him and looked him square in the face, “Times up.” He looked at the window, “Rape them.” The window disappeared, but the ear piercing screams of the daughter could still be heard clearly.
The man fell to the floor, weeping, “Okay, okay. Please just stop it. Please.” He looked pleadingly at Vermillion.
Vermillion rubbed his chin slowly, the screams now mixed with grunts of sorrowful pleasure, “Fine.” He looked at the window, “Stop. Sedate them and return them to their room.” Within seconds the screams died. Vermillion looked at the man, “If you set off that bomb of yours, I don’t think I have to tell you what happens.” The man stood up and accepted the cord Vermillion held out, placing it in one of his ports. The two stood there quietly as Vermillion downloaded the information. Once finished, the guard by the door took the man away.
In a flash, Biku had Vermillion by his throat; dark waves filled the room, “What the hell are you doing?” He growled, “How can you stoop so low?”
Vermillion laughed sardonically, “I told you you wouldn’t like it.”
Biku tighten his grip, but Vermillion didn’t seem to be affected, “They were innocent people, and to beat them, to RAPE them, what the hell are you becoming?”
The door to the room opened. Anika, Omoikane and the two guards from the other room walked in. Omoikane looked at Biku, “So he followed you.”
Vermillion stepped back, his neck becoming like mist, leaving Biku’s grasp, “That was a good performance. I almost started to believe it.”
Anika motioned to the guard who was assaulting the mother, “I think he was too into it.”
Omoikane sighed, “If you ask me, I still feel sick.”
“What the hell is going on?!” Biku snarled.
Vermillion looked at him and smiled in the same disturbing way as before, “It was all a play. Once the window closed, our two actresses just went about making the sounds. If you’re worried about the family, they are currently in the mess hall having a late lunch.”
“A play.” Biku glared at the group.
Omoikane crossed her arms, “Did you really think that Vermillion would really do something like that?”
Anika shuttered, “I had a hard enough time acting. I could never condone the real thing.”
The smile left Vermillion’s face leaving a very serious look, “Things are happening behind the scenes that even the government doesn’t know about. While I may never use actual victims, I will, however, use what ever resources I have at my disposal. In this case, to people with holographic bodies. If Nagie would agree to similar acting, or if someone takes my place as the bad guy, then either of us could have been in that room.”
The dark waves dissipated as Biku shook off his anger, “What are you going to do with the family?”
“Find a nice place where they can live in protective custody until things get resolved. As far as the father, he should be reuniting with his family about now.” Vermillion smiled, a regular smile, “Did you think I’d keep them separated?” Biku grit his teeth and left the room

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

quick question
A while back I posted a nice, disturbing story about sacrifice.... human sacrifice. At the time I asked whether you all wanted to read it.
Now I've gone and written a fairly screwed up piece for my novel and am again asking whether you want to read it.

Truth be told I felt a bit uneasy after writing it, but it needs to be in the story.


NNM
Cutting, cutting.....*stutters* C-c-cutting.... Blood death, killing.
So how would you like your hair cut?
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Monday, April 23, 2007

I'd do it just for the hell of it too.
Try this.

1. go to google
2. click on "maps"
3. click on "get directions"
4. type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box) 5. type "London" in the second box (the "to" box) And get directions 6. scroll down to step #23


Now, I know most of you don't have the time, but I sure as hell feel like trying it since it is the internet that told me to do it. ^_^


And from another world came the God. And upon man was granted a blessing of blessings. All who partook rejoiced in eternal sorrow and pain...... I think my latin might be a bit off so I'll stop before some vicar goes and damns me to hell right after he finishes raiding the offering box for beer money.

Those crazy priests ^-^



Yet, here was something
Something very plain
Always shaded by darkness

In the back of your mind
It creeps and lingers
Forever clouding your life

Run as you might try
Hide as a child in a storm
It remains unchanged

Oh blessed goddess of worship
Save them from their love
Save them from their hate

Oh blessed goddess of sorrow
Spare them from their pain
Spare them from their grief

For all who live and die
It is the love that hurts
It is the hate that griefs

Oh blessed goddess of worship
Hear my eternal prayer
Grant me my death for life
And fill the world with hope


NNM
Spooky Electric Inc.
Brain washings half off
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