Sunday, January 29, 2012

A Space Story 96


            Zai was calm.  They were no longer in the dark.  They were in the strangely bright green jungle again outside the white ball shaped house.  The female Raath Zel and the little Raath boy were waiting.  Zai walked over to them.  The others were about to try to stop Zai but D intervened.
            “Give him a moment with this one,” said D.
            “Who is she?” asked Janessa.
            “Zel?  She was the love of his life.”
            “What happened to her?  What happened to their son?”
            “They never had a son,” said D, “Raath stopped random breeding a long time ago.  All Raath were born in artificial wombs and genetically modified.  When they faced extinction Zai persuaded the few survivors to begin random breeding again.  They were still capable of it but Zai and Zel never got around to it before she was killed.”
            “You make it sound like there still might be some Raath out there?” said Duron.
            “Funny universe we live in,” said D, “There is a lot you don’t know about Zai and the Raath.  They were the most efficient killers in the universe.  War was like art to them.  They had several different clans, each one dedicated to a different form of combat.  Zai was a son of the Heaven and Earth clan.  They were the elite among a race of warriors.  Those in their clan were each trained to be a jack of all trades of combat and warfare.  And Zai was the greatest warrior they ever produced.  Try to keep that in mind.  They were the deadliest warriors ever and Zai was best they had to offer in their entire history.  He is one of the deadliest men in the universe.  And all he ever really wanted was a family of his own.  All he wanted was a wife and a child and nice little house.”
            For a moment it almost looked like D would be moved to tears.  But Zai came back over to them and said, “I am ready to go.”
            The jungle began to melt away like paint.
            “One more thing,” said D, “I want to tell you each something before I go.”
            To Ryoko he said, “When you get back find Kerrigan.  You know what has to be done.”
            To Duron he said, “If you screw up with Janessa again I am going to come and get you.  I can bring all kinds of cosmic shit down on your head so get it right this time or get out.”
            To Junitha he said, “Keep up the good work.”
            To Janessa he said, “If Duron screws up again don’t hesitate to kick his ass.”
            “Okay then you guys should get going,” said D.
            The others were pulled away back to the circle of light.  Janessa forced herself to stay.
            “Hold on a minute,” she said, “There’s something else going on here.  Why did Zai go out of his way to protect me and not anyone else?  And why did you look at me back there?  What’s so important about me?”
            “Nothing in the grand cosmic scheme of things,” said D, “I have my reasons.”
            “What are you really?”
            “Do you really want to know?”
            “Yes.”
            “Are you sure?”
            “Yes I want to know,” said Janessa getting annoyed with him.
            “Okay,” said D, “but you may not understand.”
            D changed before her eyes.  Janessa could not tell if he was still the same size or if he was becoming some kind of giant.  His appearance was completely different.  He was wearing a white toga over one shoulder that ended just so you could see his feet.  Around his waist was a sash fastened by a golden emblem with the letter D on it.  His body looked like it was made of obsidian.  The volcanic rock looked polished and perfectly smooth.  But there were cracks all over it.  The cracks were like canyons with rivers of glowing molten lava flowing through them.  His head was smooth.  He had no hair, no ears, no nose or mouth.  He had eyes.  But they were not eyes.  They were like great windows designed to look like eyes.  And behind those eyes she could see the glow of a great roaring fire.  His voice came from every inch of him.
He said, “I am the balance.  You must go now and defeat the Spectral Horde.  Then you must return to Earth and prepare for the coming of the Veggs Morv’tika, they are a threat to all of creation.”
“I don’t understand,” said Janessa, “why did you ask Zai to protect me?”
            We do things for family.”
            “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
            But he was gone.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

A Space Story 95


            “Oh Zai my brother,” he said, “What have I done to you?”
            The man in the leather jacket looked directly at them.  No he looked directly at Janessa first.  Then he looked over Junitha and glanced at Duron and Ryoko.
            “Normally I would not interfere like this,” he said, “But I can’t let this happen to Zai.  Follow me if you want to get out of here.”
            The man in the leather jacket started walking the same way Zai had gone.  Junitha followed him.  Janessa followed Junitha.  Duron chased after Janessa.  Ryoko followed them because she could not see any other option.
            “Excuse me… uh… sir?” said Duron, “but where are we going and who exactly are you?”
            “I am taking you deep inside Zai’s mind so you can free him and your selves from the mind trap,” he said, “as for who I am… that is a really long story.  The best way to summarize it is to say that I am he who sought The God Factor.  But for now how about you guys just call me D, like the letter.”
            “How do we know we can trust you?” said Ryoko, “this could just be another part of the mind trap.”
            “The Spectral Horde can’t even perceive my presence,” said D, “you should trust me because the only other thing to do is keep chasing Zai from one fantasy to the next.”
            “It’s really you isn’t it,” said Junitha, “You’re more than just a memory.  You’re really here.”
            “Even if you can get us out,” said Ryoko, “we have no idea how long we have been in here.  Who knows what the Spectral Horde is doing to our bodies right now.”
            “You are in the realm of the mind,” said D, “the realm of dreams.  A lot can happen in here and almost no time passes in the physical world.  You’ve hardly been here for any amount of linear time.  Those cocky bastards who came to the ship to ‘negotiate’ haven’t even signaled the fleet that it’s okay to approach yet.”
            The grassy landscape was gone.  They were walking in darkness.  In the distance they saw a glow.  As they came closer they saw the silhouette of Zai sitting on the ground looking up at all the screens lined up next to and stacked on top of each other in a semi circle.  There was a different dream world pictured in each one.
            “Raath do not think like humans,” said D, “their brains are capable of processing things much faster and multi-tasking in a way few humans are good at.  They are taught to always be thinking of ways to fight, ways to defend, and ways to kill.  They analyze everything that could be a possible threat and before anyone else even sets foot in a room they will be prepared for any attack from any potential enemy.  They were the deadliest warriors in the universe and now the last of them is trapped here.  I have seen people try to persuade Zai with reason or logic.  I have seen people try to tempt him with wealth or sex or power.  I have seen a lot of people try to kill him.  None of it ever even made Zai flinch or doubt or waver.  But no one has ever done this to Zai before.  No one has ever tried to bribe him with happiness.”
            D sat down next to Zai and said, “Why didn’t you tell me about this my friend?  I had no idea you were so unhappy.  I’ve asked you more than once but you never say anything.”
            Zai slowly looked away from the screens at D and said, “You pulled me out of Hell.  You gave me a chance to serve A Higher Purpose.  I swore that I would serve you.  What right do I have to complain?  What right do I have to anything after all that I have done?”
            “You need to leave here Zai.”
            “I know that.  But I am so tired.  There are so many memories, so many mistakes.  There are so many regrets.  Look there do you see.  He is alive.”
            Everyone came a little closer and saw the screen Zai was pointing at.  They could see Zai in it.  He was among creatures that looked like man sized upright walking raccoons with big orange eyes.
            “The Miroff,” said Zai, “it was there that I learned the truth.  I met a man there.  He was a holy man.  I was with my unit.  We were scouting the planet to see if it was ripe for invasion.  It was their day of worship.  The holy man said there was a better way to live.  He said we could be forgiven for our evil.  My unit laughed at him.  I did not laugh.  I killed him.  For the first time in my life I understood what I was doing was wrong.  I killed my own unit.  I killed other Raath.  The Miroff accepted me.  I helped them and others resist the Raath.  Then the Veggs Morv’tika came.  Then you came.  Look do you see it.  It can all be better.  It can be right.”
            Zai slowly turned his gaze back to the screens.  D stood up and went back to the others.
            “I’ve done all that I can,” said D.
            “No you haven’t,” said Janessa, “I know what you are.  You are the thing Zai serves aren’t you.  If you’re powerful enough to come in here without the Spectral Horde seeing you then you can get us out of here.  If you are so high and mighty that you think you have the right to send someone to pass judgment on the whole of humanity then you should be able to manage this.”
            “There are rules that even beings of my caliber have to abide,” said D, “and I am seriously pushing them to their limits by being here right now.  I have really done all that I can.  I can talk to you and bring you here and show you this place in Zai’s mind.  But I can’t get him or you out of the mind trap.  I can’t risk crossing that line.  You are the only one that can draw Zai out of the mind trap.  You have to convince him to reject not one but all of these dreams.  It is the only way you will get out.”
            Janessa was going to tell him that was bullshit but Junitha stopped her and said, “What do we need to do?”
            “Just talk to him,” said D.
            “I know what to say,” said Ryoko who went straight up to Zai, “this is not who you are Zai.  You told me you were just a killer but you are more than that.  I have seen you fight.  You are a true warrior and you are better than this.  Get up and fight.”
            Zai waved his hand and calmly said, “Go away.”
            Ryoko was sent sliding across the ground back to the others.
            “What the fuck was that?” said Junitha.
            “Oh damn,” said D, “Zai is starting to exert control in here.  Raath are trained to resist telepathic attacks and illusions.  They have very strong minds.  But this place… The Spectral Horde designed this mind trap well.  For the human mind they had to build each dream for each individual based on what little they were able to comprehend about what you want.  But the Raath mind is a different story.  They didn’t build the dream world for Zai.  They let Zai’s mind build the dream for itself.  They didn’t try to give him what he wants like they did the rest of you.  They let Zai give it to himself.  And even if there are flaws, well people don’t like to be reminded of their flaws or problems so they ignore them.  And even if you are the sort of person that notices those things, they make you forget.  They make it so you forget any doubts, you forget to question anything.”
            “Maybe that is the key,” said Duron, “we need Zai to ask questions.”
            Duron, Junitha and Ryoko started talking to Zai.  They tried to point out what was wrong in the scenarios based on what they knew about Zai.  They reminded him he was the last of his people.  They told him to remember that he was a warrior who served a master.  Zai ignored them.  He went from one dream to the next.  There was a world where his people were not terrifying warmongers.  Instead they were a shining example of strength to the rest of the universe.  In another world he was among his own people and they were all singing together a joyful song.
            “This isn’t working,” said Junitha.
            Somehow Janessa knew nothing they were doing would work.  She saw D looking at her.  Janessa went to Zai.  She sat next to him and did something the others had not.  She touched Zai.  She put a hand on his shoulder and watched the screens with him.  She began to experience the dreams with him.  Janessa saw Zai fighting side by side with D against mighty and powerful foes.  She saw him winning tournaments of skill.  She saw him living in the city of Chicago and walking the streets in the day with sunglasses on.
            “Chicago?” she said.
            “I lived there once,” said Zai, “long ago.  I lived there in secret away from the light.  The light of the yellow sun is hard on my people’s eyes.  The sun that Zeith revolved around was different.  The light was not so bright.”
            “Do you really want to stay here Zai?” Janessa asked, “We can’t escape the mind trap without you.  Everyone on the Daedlus will die.  The Earth will become part of the Veggs Morv’tika’s empire.”
            “The Daedlus?” said Zai.
            They could see the Daedlus on one of the screens as it flew through the stars.
            “The Deadlus,” said Zai, “my personal fighter and this battle suit.  They are all that I have left.”
            “Why did you name the ship the Daedlus?” asked Janessa.
            “I did not name it,” he said, “my friend did.”
            He was looking at another dream where he was with D.  They were playing chess.
            “Raath warships did not have names, they had numbers,” said Zai, “My friend gave it a name.  He named it Daedlus.  After the man who made wings for himself and his son so they could escape the labyrinth.”
            “I thought Icarus might be a bad omen for a ship that flies,” said D.
Janessa looked over at D.  She was not sure if this was the right thing to do or not.  She turned back to Zai and took his hand.
            “I have done so much evil,” said Zai, “I have done so much killing.  I killed so many as a Raath warrior.  Then I tried to serve the light.  I killed for them in the name of the light.  Now as a knight I slay the wicked for That Which I Serve.  I will never know peace.  I do not deserve even the embrace of death.”
            “Why do you say that Zai?” said Janessa, “do you really hate yourself that much?”
            “I don’t know,” he said, “I never thought of it that way.  I have never really felt hatred for anyone, not myself, not even the Veggs Morv’tika.  I do not understand hate.  My people felt no guilt for the murder they committed.  But I did.  I am guilty of so much.”
            Ryoko and Junitha were tempted to add something, to help.  Duron gestured for them to stay back and let Janessa continue.
            “There is this old saying in my family,” said Janessa, “it says that no sin is beyond forgiveness.”
            “Forgiveness can not come from the dead,” said Zai.
            “You’re right it can’t.  But we don’t live for the dead.  You’re still alive Zai.  As long as someone lives there is always a chance they can still be saved.  Forgiveness can’t come from the dead but it can come from the living.  You can be forgiven Zai.”
            Zai looked away from the screens.  He looked over at Janessa.
            “Who would forgive me for what I have done?” said Zai, “see it, see the evil I have wrought.”
            The images on the screens changed from dreams into scenes of carnage and murder.  There were battlefields were they saw Zai and other Raath laying waste to enemy alien armies.  There were scenes of them finding beings in hiding places and slaughtering them.  They saw Zai in the Miroff place of worship killing his own unit, who were so shocked they did not have time to fight back.  They saw Zai on Earth.  They saw Zai killing people across time.  Then they saw the Daedlus but it was different.  Instead of being white and silver it was painted black and red.  They saw the Daedlus destroying alien ships and firing its weapons from orbit leveling whole cities and civilizations.  It did not look like a beacon of hope, it looked… evil.
            “Holy shit,” said Junitha, “I knew you were a killer but… oh god…”
            Duron looked away.  Ryoko looked on in awe of Zai’s efficiency and skill.  Seeing the images of Zai killing on Earth something dawned on Janessa and she looked at D and said, “You didn’t make him a knight of anything.  He was your friend and you used him as your own personal assassin.”
            “When I offered Zai a place at my side,” said D, “It was his choice in what capacity he would serve.”
            “I chose to be a killer again,” said Zai, “because that is what I am.”
            The screens returned to the images of Zai’s fantasy worlds.  Zai did not go back to looking at them.  Now he only looked at the ground.
            “I don’t accept that,” said Janessa, “I refuse to accept that.  Nobody is just defined by one thing.  My parents are Hippers.  I was born naturally.  These things are true about me but I don’t let them be the only thing that defines me no matter how much other people try to tell me they do.  I’m also a gymnast and a pilot.  And I like cooking my own vegetables that I grow.  I am not defined by just one thing about myself.  You can’t just define yourself as a killer.  You are more than that.  Ryoko is right, you are a warrior.  I hate violence but when I see you fight, I want to keep watching.  And you’re a singer Zai.  I heard you singing.  Your song moved me.”
            Zai looked up at her.  There was so much sorrow in those yellow eyes.
            “You know what?” she said, “When I first met you Zai, you scared the hell out of me.  You still are a little scary.  But I am not really afraid of you Zai.  There are plenty of things to be afraid of and so far I can’t find a good reason to be afraid of you.  You may be a deadly alien warrior but I have not seen you hurt or kill anyone because you enjoyed it.”
            “I never enjoyed killing,” said Zai, “but I was always good at it.  I was better than anyone.  Maybe it was because deep down I knew what it really meant.  Do you know how much worse that makes it?  I knew it was wrong but I kept going because… because I knew no other way.”
            “You know a better way now,” said Janessa, “you serve a higher purpose right?”
            “Thank you,” said Zai, “but you can not save me.”
            Zai began looking back at the screens.
            “I forgive you Zai,” said Janessa.
            Zai immediately looked back at her again.
            “You killed Raddy,” she said, “You killed him right in front of me because he was trying to hurt me.  Maybe I don’t have the right to say this but I am going to say it again anyway.  I forgive you Zai.  We can all learn to forgive each other.  Otherwise we just end up holding onto it all.  I’m tired of holding onto it all.  You said you were tired of it.  I want to let it all go.  I forgive you.”
            Janessa found her gaze went past Zai and she saw Duron.  She found herself saying it again, “I forgive you.”
            “I forgive you for breaking my arm,” said Ryoko, “I’d say I forgive you for breaking my knee but I think this scar and the new artificial knee they put in might actually help my image.”
            “I forgive you for lying to us,” said Duron.
            “You don’t need me to forgive you for anything,” said Junitha, “in fact I feel like I should apologize for not knowing right away that you would do right by us on that whole judgment thing.”
            “Please Zai;” said Janessa, “You’re the only one that can save us now.”
            Zai got to his feet.  He looked over the screens one last time.  One of the screens cracked and sparked and the image was gone.  Zai began to growl and snarl and howl and roar at the images.  Each time another screen would crack and smoke and sparks would fly and another dream would be rejected.  One by one they went out.  Soon only one remained.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

A Space Story 94


            Janessa, Duron, Junitha and Ryoko were walking in a lush green jungle.  The trees were so high they could not see the sky.  Every inch of the ground was covered with something bright green and alive.  A man in a leather jacket watched them without being seen as they made their way to a house.
            The house was shaped like a big white ball.  It had a front door and windows and was not decorated beyond that.  There was someone standing in front of the house.  At first they thought it was Zai.  It had the same gray skin and pointed ears.  As they got closer they saw this creature had a more feminine figure.  It was like Zai but it was clearly female.  If he ignored the alien facial features a human male might have found her figure attractive.  She was wearing small tight black shorts and an equally small and tight black top.  As they came to the edge of a little white picket fence around the house they were not sure how to address this female Raath.
            “I hope that isn’t Zai,” said Junitha, “because if it is things are going to be weird later on.”
            “Do you want something?” said the female Raath not in the mood for any foolishness.  Her voice sounded like any human woman’s voice.
            “Is Zai here?” asked Janessa.
            “You are friends of Zai?” she said disinterested, “of course you are.  He is always making friends with such strange individuals.  Come with me, he is in the field with the boy.”
            The female Raath led them through the trees behind the house.
            “Who are you?” asked Ryoko.
            “Did Zai not tell you about me?” she said, “that is just like him.  I am Zel.  Zai is my mate.  He was always like that even when we were young.  He never volunteers anything.  You always have to ask him.  It was always that way.  I had to be the one to invite him when we began our coupling.  He was so nervous.”
            “That is way more information than we need,” said Junitha.
            They came to a clearing.  It was a large rectangular field of grass.  Zai was there.  He was wearing small tight black shorts and nothing else.  There was a boy.  He was like a miniature version of Zai.  The Raath child growled and leaped through the air at Zai.
            “What the hell is this?” said Duron.
            “Zai is teaching our son,” said Zel, “what does it look like?”
            The Raath child attacked like some small rabid animal.  Zai knocked him aside.  The boy got right back up and renewed his frenzied assault.  The boy jumped up and kicked and clawed.  Zai blocked the attacks and kept pushing the child back down to the ground.  The boy did not relent.  Finally Zai grabbed the boy and pinned him to the ground.
            “Son of a bitch,” said Junitha.
            “Oh they are fine,” said Zel.
            There was laughing, the laughter of a child.  The boy was pinned to the ground and he was laughing.  Zai began to laugh as well.  He picked up the boy and twirled him in the air.  He set the boy down.
            “You are getting better my son,” said Zai, “One day you will be the mightiest son of Heaven and Earth.”
            The child look pleased to have his father’s pride.
            “Zai you have visitors,” Zel called to him.
            Zai took a few steps towards them with the boy then stopped.  They saw something they never thought possible.  Zai looked afraid.
            “Zai we need you to wake up,” said Duron.
            “We can’t get out of the mind trap without you,” said Janessa.
            Zai said one word to them, “No.”
            And he ran.  Zai ran across the clearing from them and into the jungle.
            “Where the fuck does he think he’s going?” said Junitha.
            Janessa was the first to run after Zai.  Duron tried to tell her to wait.  Then he just followed.  They all ran into the jungle after Zai.  They came to a new place.  This was not an alien world.  There was no strange bright green vegetation.  The grass was just grass and the few trees just looked like regular trees.
            “These are oak trees,” said Janessa, “this looks like Earth.”
            She saw Zai less than a hundred yards away.  He was wearing his battle suit.  There was a man with him.  He was wearing an old light brown leather jacket.  He had on jeans and a shirt.  There was a kitana sword at his hip.
            “Are you ready?” said the man in the leather jacket.
            “I am always prepared,” said Zai.
            The man smiled and drew his sword.  Zai deployed twin swords from his battle suit.  The two men attacked each other.
            “What are they doing?” said Duron.
            “I think they are sparring,” said Ryoko.
            “It looks like they are trying to kill each other,” said Duron.
            Junitha stood there almost frozen and said quietly, “oh my god it’s him.”
            The man in the leather jacket moved with incredible speed.  He moved as fast as Junitha.  Duron was right.  It did look like they were trying to kill each other.  Their fighting styles were ferocious and unyielding.  The fight was far away but at the same time they could see every detail of it.
            It was violent and at the same time there was elegance to what they were doing.  If a strike missed it was because the other man was skilled enough to avoid or block it.  Every thrust was made with conviction and power.  These two men treated their combat with each other like a dance.  It was almost like watching some kind of performance art but it was frightening in its murderous intent.
            The man in the leather jacket was smiling.  No it was more than that.  Zai threw off his mask.  He had the same look.  They were doing more than just enjoying this fight.  They were losing themselves in their lust for battle.  There was a chance they might kill one another and they could not get enough.  They threw away their swords.  Zai stripped off his gloves.  They attacked each other hand to hand.  They began laughing like madmen as they fought.
            “It’s… It’s beautiful,” said Ryoko, “this is how true warriors fight each other.  Who is that man?  How is a human able to fight Zai like that?”
            “The first Antalla was a man,” said Junitha, “on his death bed before he passed the power of Antalla on to his chosen he gave her the rules of the Antalla.  The first rule, the Antalla must always be a woman.  The power can never again be trusted to a man.  The second rule, the power must never be passed on to a descendent of first Antalla nor must any of them be allowed to awaken the power in their bloodline.  The power would drive them to corruption and madness.  The Antalla will be able to recognize the descendants of first Antalla.  The Antalla may ally with them but never share the power with them.
            “The third rule was set down by Nadia Pentangelus his chosen.  We must never pass the power of Antalla on to our daughters or anyone of our blood.  The power of Antalla must never be confined to one family or bloodline, it must be free to move and grow.  The fourth rule has always been there but did not become official until Hikari Hanso made it so.  The Antalla must never spill innocent blood.
            “The final rule of the Antalla was not always a rule.  It was a promise.  The name of first Antalla must be forgotten.  Before he died he made those closest to him promise that his name would be forgotten.  The Antalla must be free to be a symbol and an idea to all.  It must not be confined by one nation or culture.  If any Antalla should learn anything about who he truly was, it must not become part of the memory of Antalla and it must erased from history.”
            There was a glow of electric current in the man in the leather jacket’s eyes.  Lighting shot out from his hands.  Zai deployed a sort of shield on his arm that absorbed it.  Then Zai pointed the shield like a weapon and it began firing green glowing bolts at the man.  The man swatted them away and charged at Zai.  They began fighting hand to hand again.
            “Whoever he is we need to get him to stop fighting Zai so we can get out of here,” said Duron.
            As if on cue the man in the leather jacket stopped and said, “this has been a great match Zai, but I think those kids over there need to talk to you.”
            This time when Zai looked at them he did not look afraid.  He was angry.
            “Leave me alone,” he growled at them before he bolted off.
            “Zai come back,” said Janessa as she ran towards him.
            “Are we just going to keep chasing him?” said Ryoko frustrated.
            By the time they reached the place Zai and the man had been fighting Zai was gone.
            “This is not like the other dreams,” said Duron, “this place is different from the one we were in before. It’s like they gave Zai more than one dream.  We have no way of knowing how many there are.  He could be hiding from us in any of them.”
            The man in the leather jacket was still there.  He was staring off in the direction Zai had run off.  Junitha carefully stepped towards him.  Janessa was close behind her.
            “Oh Zai my brother,” he said, “What have I done to you?”

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A Space Story 93


            With everyone together they were able to break free of the mind trap.  They fought off the aliens and took back the ship.  They launched their fighters and defeated the Spectral Horde fleet.  Soon the horde was begging to surrender.  The Daedlus returned home.  The crew was hailed as heroes.  There was a grand parade held in their honor.  Janessa Kepshawn was riding on a float with the rest of prime squad waving to the crowd.  All was right with the world.
            Then Janessa saw something that caught her attention.  It was not anything special.  It was just a man.  It was a man wearing an old faded light brown leather jacket.  And something about seeing that man made something in Janessa’s mind move to just the right place and she asked herself a question.  Then it was all clear.
            “This isn’t real,” said Janessa, “we’re still in the mind trap.”
            Janessa began yelling out the truth to everyone.
            “This is just another dream.  They’re pulling us back in.”
            An instant later the parade was gone.  They were back in the circle of light.
            “Damn them, they tricked us,” said Ryoko.
            “I don’t get it,” said Junitha, “we are all together.  We all rejected the dream.  Why can’t we get out?  At least as long as we are together they can’t separate us into individual dreams anymore.”
            “We must be missing something,” said Duron, “Kerrigan is not here is he?  Could the Spectral Horde have double crossed him?”
            “No they said they needed him,” said Junitha, “He is too valuable out there as a tool helping them understand humans.  There must be something else.”
            Janessa realized who was missing and said, “Zai!”
            Everyone hushed.
            “But Zai isn’t human,” said Duron.
            “He may not be human,” said Junitha, “but his mind is similar enough to ours that he can be put into the mind trap with us.”
            “We have to find Zai,” said Janessa, “We have to wake him up from his dream.”
            “I’m not sure I want to know what kind of dreams a guy like Zai has,” said Zemwell.
            “I’ll go,” said Janessa.
            “I’m coming with you,” said Junitha.
            “I’d like to have a look inside Zai’s mind,” said Ryoko.
            “Ms. Sajan I am leaving you in charge while we search for Zai,” said Duron, “keep everyone in the circle.  If they try to draw you into another dream, just try to remember what is real.”
           
            Somewhere in the dark, Zai, last of the Raath sat on the floor and looked at the screens in front of him.  They were like old televisions stacked in rows one on top of the other.  The only light came from their glow.

Monday, October 17, 2011

A Space Story 92

            Felina Golumbine’s wedding day was perfect.  It was like something out of a beautiful dream.  She looked stunning in her dress.  Her blonde hair was perfectly styled.  Her blue eyes shined.  The wedding chapels bells rung.  There was a crowd of reporters waiting outside.  They held up microphones and asked questions.
            “How do you do it all Felina?” one of them asked, “You are one of the most powerful individuals in the media.  You are an icon to women all over the world.  And now you have married the first great American super soldier Raddy Volcane.  What will you do next?”
            “Oh it is not about trying to be on top,” she answered, “What matters is that you follow your heart.  Do what comes natural.”
            Felina continued to take questions and answer them from the top of the wedding chapel steps.  Then she saw something.  Someone in the crowd coming closer.  Felina knew her.  It was that red head pilot that Raddy did not like.  What was she doing here?  Felina did not remember inviting her to the wedding.
            “Stay back,” said Felina as the girl stopped at the foot of the steps to the chapel.
            “I am so sorry Felina,” said Janessa, “but you can’t stay here.  None of this is real.”
            “Go away,” said Felina.
            She looked into Raddy’s face.  He smiled back at her.  Felina could lose herself in his eyes.
            “Raddy is dead, Felina,” said Janessa.
            “Shut up,” Felina screamed.
            The sky turned dark and there was thunder and lightning.  The wind began to push Janessa back.  She held her ground.
            “Listen to me Felina,” said Janessa yelling over the wind, “you are the last one.  We can’t escape the mind trap without you.”
            “I won’t let you take it from me,” screamed Felina, “just leave us alone.”
            “I’m the only other person in here who is real,” said Janessa, “Raddy is dead.  And you only have one eye now.  Remember it.”
            Felina felt something over one of her eyes.  She touched it.  They were bandages.  Her wedding dress was gone; she was wearing a gown from the medical center.
            “No stop it,” Felina cried.
            A hand touched her shoulder.
            “It’s okay,” said Raddy Volcane, “You should go now.”
            “But I love you,” said Felina.
            “You need to move on Felina,” said Raddy, “You are young and beautiful and you deserve to be happy.  But you won’t find that if you stay here with me.  Go with her.  Let her take you home.”
            Felina Golumbine stole one last kiss from Raddy Volcane.  Then she slowly walked down the wedding chapel steps to Janessa.  They started walking down the street.  Janessa glanced back and saw Raddy wave goodbye before he and the rest of that world was gone.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

A Space Story 91

            Therazan Sajan was being honored at a state dinner.  She looked at the marks of rank and honor on her uniform and she knew something was not right.
            “Ms. Sajan,” Duron called to her, “we need to talk.”
            “Are you here for the dinner Commander Ardiniero?” she asked.
            “No I am not,” said Duron, “I am finding it easier if I just come out with it.  None of this is real.  This is all part of a dream created by the mind trap the Spectral Horde has us in.”
            “I knew this all felt wrong.  It takes years to become a general.  I am way too young.  Now what?”
            “Do you know where Mr. Tickbird is?”
            “What?  Zem is right here next to me.”
            Therazan looked and noticed the man sitting next to her was not Zemwell Tickbrid.  It looked like him but it was not the real him.
            “It seems you do not share the same dream,” said Duron, “we still have to find him.”
            “Yes,” said Therazan, “we have to find Zem.”
            The dream world came apart as Therazan Sajan set out on her mission.

            Zemwell Tickbird was standing in a farmhouse.  There were children all around.  Therazan Sajan was there with him but there was something wrong with her.  She was as beautiful as ever but she was not herself.
            “What the hell is this?” said Zemwell, “This is all wrong.  Why are we living on a farm?  When did we have a bunch of kids?”
            Two of the children stopped and looked at Zemwell.  One of them spoke in a strange high echoing voice, “How peculiar that this one is able to recognize the falsehood of the mind trap.”
            Then the other child spoke in a deep dark voice, “Perhaps we chose wrongly when we constructed this dream.”
            “This was a fairly standard fantasy among the Americans, perhaps we chose the wrong male to female ratio of children,” said the high voiced child.
            “We should have looked deeper into this ones mind, there did not appear to be much going on in the surface of his mental landscape but clearly there is more to him than we thought,” said the deep voiced child.
            Zemwell backed away from the children and said, “What are you?  You’re not my children and that is not Thera.  I don’t want this.  I want her, Therazan, the real her, where is she…”
            The world shattered like glass and Zemwell Tickbird fell through darkness screaming.  It felt like he would fall forever.  Then someone caught him.
            “Where did he come from?” said Duron, “he was just drifting out in the dark.”
            Therazan Sajan and Duron Ardiniero had Zemwell.
            “Thera is that really you?” asked Zemwell, “We were living on a farm and I think we were married and there were kids everywhere.”
            “Wait?” said Therzane, “you dreamt that we had kids?  Like a lot of them?”
            “But they weren’t really kids? I think they were aliens and I don’t even like farms.”
            “I think it would be best if we just get him back to the circle with everyone else,” said Duron.

            Everyone gathered in the circle of light in the dark.
“I think we have everyone now,” said Janessa.
            “So how do we get out of here now?” said Ryoko, “and what do we do once we do get back?  We have no idea how long we have been in the mind trap.  For all we know the Daedlus has been boarded and our bodies have been moved to some Spectral Horde lab.”
            “She has a point,” said Duron, “within the dreams there is really no sense of time.  With all of us here together we can use each other as a reference but with no way to measure we can’t be sure how long we have been in here.”
            “This doesn’t feel right,” said Junitha, “all of us together like this… if everyone was free of the dream we would know it.  We would be able to fight back.  We must still be missing someone.  Evan do you have a headcount.”
            “I have accounted for every member of staff,” said Evan, “everyone is here.”
            “What about people who are not on staff?” said Anyantha, “there is someone on the ship who was not a member of staff.”
            “You’re right,” said Janessa, “we are missing someone.”