Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Investiation begins....

Jackson enters the arboretum on the space vessel, looking around for the structural differences mentioned in some reports he was given while still on Cordelia. “Jerrik, this is very different from what we were told the Konair would be on. Are you sure he was on this kind of ship?”

“Yes. This was the design of the flag ship. The only difference between this ship and the Konair’s was the shielding.”

“The shields were dual level shielding, correct? Outter and lower?” Jackson walks around the room, comparing what he is looking at to what he has on his schematics.

“Yes. Added for his ship alone, at the time. We have since upgraded that to a standard for all of our ships.” Jerrik stands, nearly at attention, waiting for Jackson to complete his comparison.

“Would the shielding codes have been encrypted?”

“Yes, they would have had to be. Everything on board the Konair’s vessel is uniquely encoded. The Captain, Executive officer and a trusted member of the senior staff are the only ones who know this coding system, at least the only ones on the ship. Why do you ask?”

Still looking over his data tablet and back at the materials in the arboretum, “We only forced down one shield that day.” Jackson, then turns to Jerrik wondering if this even bothers him. Doesn’t notice a reaction, Jackson walks across the room, hoping to get a view of the shields up from inside.

“One set of shields are up at all times. The second would only come into place once an attack started against the outer shields.”

“Yes…well, the second level shields never came online. We were sure you only had one, and very light weight one at that. We broke through easily enough. “

“Jackson you speak as if you were on the initial assault team. “

“I was.”

Jerrik frowns “You are responsible for the death of the konair?”

Jackson pauses what he is doing, looks over at Jerrik “I was part of the team that took the shields out, yes, and I took out or helped to, weapons and power. Some kind of chain reaction occurred inside to cause the explosion. Our goal was to obtain the ship for research and counter actions, not destroy it.”

Jerrik raises an eye brow looking at Jackson. “That does not sound promising.”

Jackson walks back to where Jerrik stands, turns so they are both facing out the window. “Well, now you understand why this war did not feel right to me, from the start. My people were convinced to attack a ship of exploration, by the look of things. This would not make sense. We did nothing to cause the chain reaction I saw, another reason why I’d like to know who is behind this.”

“I suppose under those circumstances I would desire very much the same.” Jerrik hands him a data tablet from his pocket. “This has one interview that was not in public record.”

“Who would that be?” Jackson begins to read the interview, eyes wide. “She saw this? She saw the events leading to the explosion?”

“Not all. Just those around her brother.”

Jackson starts to read the interview carefully. “She said someone pushed the Konair back into his room before it exploded. She doesn’t know what the person looked like or who it could have been, right?”
Jerrik nods “Yes, that is what was in the report.”

Jackson frowns. “Alright, when we are done here our next stop is to talk to the Sonteria.”

“I provided you with a highly classified document that does not mean she has more to add to it.”

“Yes, Jerrik, I realize this; however that does not mean she doesn’t either. She is the only living eye witness among your people.”

After considering his point a moment, “Yes…you are correct. She is the only living eye witness, on Zarrok.”
Jackson starts to review his options. Going over a list in his head of stops they should make, he realizes the Sonteria could be put off until another day. He knows that there was another ship in the area that should be available to enter and research more details about the battle that started it all. He also knows that with the effort of reconstructing from the various vantage points they may see something that was not seen before. His only regret is that the Konair’s ship was destroyed completely and that the computer core was never recovered from it, knowing it would have held the recorded events on the ship that day.

Jerrik indicates he should walk with him. “Jackson, you have much to see and learn of the Zarrokian people.”

“Yes, I understand that much.” Walks looking over the data tablets and his notes, hardly paying attention elsewhere. “What I’m not understanding is why both of our people were givin the impression they were under attack.”

Jerrik nods, continues to walk, realizing he’s not paying attention, takes the arm of his shirt and directs him into a small room. “Jackson you need to pay attention. I’m walking you through some very sensitive areas. If you are going to learn the answers you want, you have to watch what is going on.”

Jackson looks up from his notes. “hu?” looks around. “ yea..I just…” lifts data tablet. “need to keep this in mind. Sorry. You’re correct. I need to be watching.”

“Good.” Jerrik walks out of the room, Jackson next to him.

As they walk through the ship Jerrik bring Jackson to the engineering section of the ship. He walks Jackson through the offices then the propulsion system. The chief engineer showed him to a simulation room, where they run several different options for a ship of this form to explode. Several options show something similar to what Jackson recalled from the night they boarded the Konair’s ship. Then the engineer runs a simulation that starts in the propulsion drive section of the ship. The chain reaction leads to explosions in four different locations leading up to the bridge, before it also explodes into the darkness. Jackson’s eyes  go wide, staring at the exact duplication of events. He explains how his teams were pulled quickly back to their ship, and explains how he was almost caught in the third explosion because of how quickly one lead to the next. The engineer agreed that his assessment fit this model.

Jerrik frowns as they go over the possible triggers, then offers one of his own. “Would an interruption to the antimatter stream cause this?”

The engineer looks at the guard, nods “yes, depending on what it was, it could. What did you think of?”
Galk looks at the simulation, then holds up a small medallion, roughly the size of his fist. “Something like this, not obviously this item.” The engineer takes it from him, looks at it carefully, scowls a moment until he figures out what it’s made of, then nods in agreement with Jerrik. “So it could be something small thrown into the stream?”

“Yep. All it has to do is interrupt it in several places, which would occur in the effort of throwing it into a stream.”

Jackson looks at the exchange, makes several notes, then turns to leave. “Jerrik we need to get back.” He walks out toward the transportation room, nose in his data padd, again not paying attention to where he is going.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

History that haunts some...surfaces for all

Once they are on their way, Galk speaks up “I am glad that you are no longer neglecting betrothed.”

Anazlyn continues to walk to her meeting, clearly distracted and missing what was said. “Have you spoken with Jackson recently?”

Galk smiles slightly, but speaks evenly. “No. He has been occupied with the Dolk Wilton, for several weeks.”

“Weeks?” Anazlyn pauses her steps. “How does that work? Should he not be…?” She shakes her head and resumes walking. “Please advise him that I require a meeting later today. We have some areas to cover.”
Galk makes a note on the data tablet he is holding, then “Sonteria you also have an appointment with Slarc and Dopath.”

Galk stays silent for a long while before asking “When will you be addressing the council again?”

“I will later. I cannot bring myself to stand in front of that many people so often and get the same anxiety results. There must be some other way to handle that address…although someone could stand in for me, I am thinking maybe something remote, what do you think?”

“Tradition says that the address must be given before the council of families at least twice a session. It does not say that it cannot be done by satellite feed or other method. Is knowing that you will be speaking before so many diplomats at once what makes you uncomfortable? If it is, there are many options to address that.”

“I have not ever been a fan of public speaking, well not for myself anyway. I know I can deliver a speech, and I know I can entertain as needed, but to speak before a crowd that vast…I just find it...uncomfortable. Parin however enjoys that kind of focus and attention. “

As they walk Galk notices two of the advisor’s office doors open, just slightly. “Yes, that does seem more of his area; however that is not his responsibility at this time.” He opens her office door, surprised by the person sitting in a chair, facing the Sonteria’s desk. “Why are you here Jackson?”

Without acknowledging Galk’s statement Jackson begins “Sonteria, we have a problem.”

Anazlyn walks in, as if oblivious to the interaction, walks around her desk noticing the pile of data tablets in the center. “What kind of problem, Mr. Jackson?”

“Not one I like to consider, however the evidence is there to indicate our worlds may have been intentionally manipulated into the war. “ Jackson indicates the data tablets on the table. “Each one of them has some piece of the puzzle and I still have not put it all together.”

Holding the first tablet she sits down, begins to read it. As she does she finds much of the information disturbing and she becomes obviously uncomfortable about it. “What makes you certain these are accurate?”
“I’ve taken the time to fine the right sources.”

“Jackson what makes you think you have?” Galk walks to the Sonteria’s desk, and picks up another tablet, then begins to read it, scowling over the details.

Jackson leans forward on his knees. “The information comes from sources on both planets, I can’t promise that all of the sources are the most ideal, however I can tell you that all of them seem to have some of the same highlights. A Zarrokian business man, indicates he is the council representative, he has intelligence indicating a plan to attack or be attacked, depending on who he’s talking to. He’s convincing enough that he gets to the Cordelian President, and that leads us into the pre-emptive attack.” His tone is matter of fact but his posture is unhappy.

“I have a hard time believing a Zarrokian would want the loss of life we have experienced, on either planet.” Galk continues to review the tablet he is holding, still not convinced.

“I would have the same position, however it appears Sarket Jackson has been very thorough with his investigation thus far.” Anazlyn frowns while she continues to read, after several moments of silence, she looks over the desk. “I want you to finish this. Find out who would want to create this upon our peoples.  You’ll work with Galk on this project.”

“Sonteria, I must object. My job is to protect and assist you.”

“Galk, you will retain your post, while you are working with Sarket Jackson. When you are unable to attend another can take your assignment until you return.”

Galk looks as if to say something, not looking forward to the idea of being assigned to work with Jackson, thinks better of mentioning it. “Yes, Sonteria. As you wish.”

Jackson looks up at Galk, unphased by his attitude, then back to the Sonteria. “I can handle this one.”

“Galk has information you do not, and cannot access, even as a Sarket. You require his assistance, even if you do not yet realize it.” Her tone was very calm, but her expression was anything but. Reading through the data tablet and listening as Jackson spoke turned her state of mind, less than pleasant and she reflected this in her face and position. “Is there something specific you’d like from me Mr Jackson?”

“Access to the records on the station near where the first attack occurred.”

She look up over the data tablet and evenly tells him “it’s classified.”

Jackson frowns “With out that information I will be unable to put the next piece of the puzzle in place.”

“Galk can get it for you.”

Jackson speaks calmly. “I understand Sonteria.”

Anazlyn looks between them for a long moment before speaking again “Make sure you two keep me apprised of the progress on this. I do not want to be caught by surprise on any part of the investigation. You report only to me about these things.”

Galk stands at attention, nods “Yes, Sonteria.”

“Yes, we will keep you appraised.” Jackson sits up a little straighter. He looks at Galk realizing he should be doing much the same, but doesn't.

“Good. I look forward to your first report.” As Jackson stands and they both leave, Anazlyn continues to review the pile of research he left for her. “I don’t understand why anyone would bid their own people ill will.”

Galk and Jackson walk into the office, Jackson puts down his tablet, sits frustrated in the office chair. “Galk, I know you don’t like us working together, but the Sonteria seems to think we should. “ He tosses the tablet in Galk’s direction. “That should show you what I’ve been up to.”

Galk scowls, grabbing the tablet, gruffly “Why you looking over this anyway?”

“Because, nothing about the start of the war felt right. Then I was not ranking enough to make a difference, now I can at least figure out what happened.”

Galk looks over the tablet, glances in Jackson’s direction. “You have been doing a lot of research, and have made some hefty contacts.” Jackson nods, stretches out on the chair, which annoys Galk. “Why are you so relaxed, you have work to accomplish.”

“Because Galk, I have accomplished my goal thus far today, and I’m taking a break.”

Galk focuses on catching up on the research done thus far.

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Lesson in Tradition is not always clear

Walking into the grand hall, Anazlyn notices that the room becomes uncomfortably quiet. She leans over to Parin “What is this?”

“Tradition big sister.”

“I don’t understand.” Anazlyn looks around the crowded room, realizing all of the Zarrokian families are represented in the room. Notices the banquet has been served, but no one is eating. “What tradition?”
Parin grins, then whispers “I guess you’ll have your memory refreshed in a moment.” He nods toward the front of the room, where Kareth stands with a sword in hand. Parin stands a little straighter, stares Kareth in the eyes from the other side of the room, he nods, then takes his sister by the hand and walks her toward him.
“Parin, why wasn’t I included in this?”

Parin whispers never leave his gaze from Kareth. “Because you’ve been avoiding betrothed since they arrived. This was the time, so we planned it for you. Thank you for dressing for the occasion.” Parin fights a smile.

Anazlyn walks down the aisle, holding her brother’s hand, knowing shortly she will be given to her husband to be. Uncomfortable, but not showing it, she maintains the most elegant posture and behavior she can manage. As they arrive to Kareth, he pulls the sword of his family to his face, holding the blade flat against his nose, and then he speaks the words of the ceremony, requesting the hand of his bride. Parin offers it, in exchange for the fee to be paid. Kareth hands Parin the sword, bows slightly and takes the hand of his bride to be. Anazlyn stands watchful through the entire exchange, then holding Kareth’s arm, she walks with him to the head of the table, sitting together, the crowd begins to cheer, the couple smiles and take the first bites of food. Once both have begun to eat, the room follows, and the ceremony is concluded.

As they eat Anazlyn looks at her betrothed, trying to find the most appealing qualities. “Kareth, I must apologize for not being a part of this preparation.”

“It is fine Sonteria. I do not expect you to have much involvement with such trivial matters.” Kareth continues to eat, not looking toward her, but toward the rest of the table.

Hurt by his remark, she puts her fork down, seeing she has neglected a portion of her duties. “Kareth, I am sorry.”

“I am sure you are. I will not debate that with you.”

“Kareth, you are rightfully upset at me. I should be more interactive with you and your team. It has been six months of council and I have been neglectful of my family duties. This is not what I wish to start our future off as.”

Kareth softens his demeanor slightly. “Anazlyn, I know you are busy, and I know the traditions of our people can at times, be difficult to abide by. I have my own reservations at becoming Kolnair in this manner. However, we both agreed to do what is best for our people. That may mean personal sacrifice. I know my duty. Are you willing to do yours?”

She looks at him, then across the room at the plethora of people who attended this very simple, but important ceremony. Then she looks back at her betrothed, Kareth, realizing now why her family selected him. “Yes, like you, duty to our people is crucial. You are correct; I will do what is best for our people as well. My reservations for the process come because I was not groomed or trained to take this role, this was to be my bothers. The war changed that, and …I just haven’t come to terms with it I suppose.”  Anazlyn picks up her utensils again and begins to eat. “It feels like accepting this part of the duties finalizes his death, and I guess…I’m just not ready for that yet. I will change my efforts.”

Kareth, puts down his food, and then looks at his wife to be, surprised by her confession. “I am sorry you lost your brother in this. We can’t go back and change things. We move forward, and we do it both for ourselves and our people.” His normal stoic look, relaxes into a calm, tender and thoughtful expression. “We will be married just after your coronation. We will face this together.”

Surprised by the power and kindness behind his words, Anazlyn smiles and says “Thank you, for your kindness and patience. I will make more time to do what is right for our future as it involves our people as well.”

He takes her hand a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We will discuss all of this tomorrow. Perhaps breakfast on the balcony?” She nods and then starts to eat again. “Good, tonight we enjoy the betrothal ceremony and reception. It is always better to celebrate than mourn.” He smiles.

“You are correct.” Anazlyn spends the rest of her evening bragging about how wonderful the night is, and how the surprise was appreciated. Everyone enjoys themselves and as the betrothal party stands to depart for the evening together, the room stands in applause.

Breakfast was lovely the next morning, as they both spoke of things of their past and plans for the future of Zarrok and Cordelia. By the end of breakfast the two are speaking on familiar terms like old friends. The attendants clear the table, and show in his personal assistant. The well cloaked figure enters. She says nothing until spoken to.  Kareth continues to talk to Anazlyn as though it were just the two of them.
Anazlyn looks at the cloaked woman. “I know you, don’t I?”


“Is it time?”

“It is not time yet. No.”

“Is that soon?”

“It will be. We will know when.”

“Yes, that I believe.”

Kareth watches the exchange, then looks at Anazlyn. “You understand her cryptic talk?”

“Yes, Kareth. Some things are left said simply.”

“Agreed.” The cloaked figure then smiles under the hood.

A moment later Galk enters to fetch the Sonteria for a meeting. “Kareth, I look forward to breakfast tomorrow.” Anazlyn smiles and follows Galk out the door.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Lessons to learn

Arianna sits in her room, calming herself, starts to reach out slowly with her mind to find the people nearby. She smiles when she touches Kareth’s mind, then moves on from there. Carefully she identifies the guards outside her room, then the Konair as he returns for the day. Feeling more confident she reaches further, finding many minds to account for. Suddenly, one finds her, projecting to her she stops her search. Arianna projects to the mind that found her ~ who are you? ~

~I am like you~ the voice echoes in her mind, calmly.

~how are you like me?~ Arianna hesitates, the new skill is difficult to focus, but finds that focus here comes easy.

~I am telepathic like you. You are not confident with this are you?~

~No. I am not, not yet. This is still a fairly new skill for me.~ Arianna opens her eyes and looks around the room, making sure there are no listening devices or speakers.

~No you are alone. I am only here because you came to me first.~


~I am sorry if this is uncomfortable. Are you Cordelian? ~

Confused by the question, Arianna hesitates to answer ~No. I am Zarrokian. You are not?~

~No. I am Cordelian. ~

~I had no idea that Cordelian’s were telepathic. ~ Arianna stands up and walks to the bed, sits more comfortably.

~ Most are not. I was not made aware that the Zarrokian people were either.~

Arianna smiles broadly. ~ Most of us are not, I however am, and need to be. I am just learning, that is why I am not confident.~

~Just learning? You were not born with it?~

~Yes…I was born with the propensity for it, but it did not appear until recently.~ Arianna pulls her hair out of the hood of her cloak, before continuing, ~ I have to teach myself enough to serve the people of Zarrok well.~
~So you can read minds now, right?~

~Yes, and project thoughts as words.~ Arianna makes certain that no one is due to enter, removes her cloak and puts it on the chair next to her bed. ~ How long have you known you were able to do this? ~

~All of my life.~

~So you have had a lot of time to practice. Is there a way I could ask you to help me learn?~

After a long pause the Cordellian woman agrees, with one condition. ~I do not want you to discuss who I am, or what I can do with anyone. I have maintained a quiet understanding all of my life, I would like to avoid disrupting it.~

Arianna finds this odd, but understands why someone might want this to count this among their secrets. ~Yes I will keep this quiet. I am Arianna. What is your name?~


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Even the simple days are numbered

Before the knock is heard, she pulls the hood over her head again, making certain to tuck her hair into it. The knock comes, and her stomach churns as it has every day for the last two years, when he comes to get her. “Come in Kareth.” Her voice faithful to her, remains calm and emotionless.

Kareth opens the door and comes in, looking at the cloaked figure, he sighs. “It is time for morning meal, and today you and I leave for the Council of Families. The position belongs to me.”

“As we knew it would, Kareth. You require time there to understand how to become Kolnair.”

“Yes…” Kareth trails off, not sure what more to say, he turns and holds the door for her. “You may go first.”
Arrianna does not move.  Kareth is not surprised by her choice. “I am not the senior in the home.”

“None other knows this.”

“But Arrianna, even you said one day they will.”

“Yes, Kareth, but that is not today.” She waits for him to step from the room, and then follows wishing she would become an equal instead of what will be. They continue to the main hall, and enter together as is expected and they are seated for the meal. She rolls up her sleeves just enough to be able to eat her meal, as she has every day for the last many years. She eats in silence unless spoken to, and that does not occur as often any longer as it once did. When the meal concludes, the house of the family of Kareth, moves onto their business for the day. For her part Arrianna shadows Kareth in his effort to prepare for the trip to the capital city.

The day winds by rapidly, and the announcement is made for transport. Kareth's authoritative voice turns attention to her, “Arrianna, are you prepared?” She nods in confirmation. “I’m confused. You’ve not returned to your room once, and I see no bags.”

“I wear what I require at this time. I have no need for luggage.”

Kareth, frustrated, yanks up one of his bags then almost tosses it into the guard there to take it from him.

Once the guard takes the bag he turns to her again “We are not looking for Martyrdom.”

“Nor am I a martyr” her voice remains emotionless.

“Arrianna you need to prepare for a trip. This is not days gone, this is months gone.”

“I am aware of this Kareth.”

Exasperated, he walks from the room and to the transport, she enters closely behind him, taking an assistants seat nearby. She says nothing, but he turns to her and says “I hope all of this confusion that you offer will be made clear one day. This is becoming more than one person can bare.” He turns back to the guard, orders privacy; the guard closes the compartment door, then takes position outside.  Kareth then looks over to Arrianna one more time before getting comfortable and going to sleep for the long ride.

Arrianna meditates while he rests, preparing for what will be her last trip into the capital city.

Changes Expected

The morning processions move one into the other, Jackson reluctantly answers the questions of the Sonteria. The whole while he observes the various burial customs, and has many of his own questions. Galk answers as much as he is willing to, and does not allow Jackson to inquire directly of the Sonteria. This only serves to aggravate Jackson, but the morning ends without incident.

They return to the palace without a full escort, as she had ordered them off to deal with other preparations. Only she, Galk and General Jackson remained as she walked back into the office. Already feeling tired, she sits and requests lunch be brought to all of them. When the attendant takes her leave, Anazlyn turns to the general “Mr Jackson, you said that your selection process for your president included a vote. “ Her gaze studies him a long moment. “How is this done?”

Jackson sits up a little bit, caught off guard by her question. “All of the people who want to participate go to selected locations and select their choice in secret.”

“Not something public?” Anazlyn asks attempting to clarify.

“You don’t vote around here for anything?”

She looks at him, curiously. “Yes, we vote several times from the Council of Families. Our people do not vote. All voting is done publically, where all can see, and beforehand each member is required to hold open hearings, to learn the voice of their people. Each person may make a case to their official, but it is the official that votes for them and makes a choice.”

Jackson speaks gruffly to her “so ulterior motives prevail”

Galk turns sharply to him, grabbing his collar he pulls him from the seat, voice lowered and directly to him. “You will not speak to her in that tone.”

“Galk, put him down please.” She stands, her voice remains calmly and kind. “He is speaking his mind, and that is what I requested.”

Galk glares at the smaller man as he drops him into the seat, and then says “Only upon your request. But his tone must change.”

Jackson looks up at Galk, glaring, his lip curls then he says “Churl.” Jackson settles back into his chair as the food is brought to them. He begins to eat, aggravated and trying to figure out what to think. The young woman before him seems genuine, but this dolt she has guarding her belittles and offends at every turn.  The attendant looks at him; she nods, places the tray before him, and then leaves. He considers her actions and realizes she did the same to each of the other two in the room. He looks up at the Sonteria who is eating in silence, seeming not to be paying attention to either of the men in the room. In a tone much calmer than previous “Sonteria, what do you plan to ask of my people?”

She stops eating and looks at him, serenely “I plan to bring the Cordelian people into our normal structure” She resumes eating. “The goal is for both worlds to operate together, flawlessly.” She nods as she finishes a bite. “Yes I realize this will not be an overnight success, however in time...I believe it will succeed for everyone.“

Jackson sips a drink a moment, looks over at Galk. “You have high hopes Sonteria. But at least someone has positive ones.” As he continues to eat he finds himself observing every aspect of their conversation, as it continues to cover various aspects of Cordelian political structure and culture. By the time the meal is over Jackson realizes he is speaking to an idealist with the ability to change things.

Galk is the first to stand and summon the attendant. She enters again with a cart to collect the plates then clean after them. He smiles gently to her and helps, while the Sonteria sits idle waiting, trying to think of her approach. After several moments an announcement comes and she stands with Galk, looks over to Jackon and says “You may join us, but you come as my advisor, not as a Cordelian representative. If you are unable to do that, please remain here with the guards.”

Jackson sits a moment longer considers her words, decides he can better serve his people if he joins her, so he stands and follows them out the door. He walks in silence as they pass large lavish decorations, and several hall markers. When they finally arrive at a smile metal door, they stop outside and wait. Galk steps in does a security check then returns to their side.  Galk indicates they can enter now, and the Sonteria does so first. Galk and Jackson follow.

Anazlyn looks at the small deligation, surprised by the lack of presentation, and calmed by their demeanor.  “Hello, everyone.  I’m your Sonteria. “ She smiles softly, but maintains an unmistakable confidence. “I have provided all of you with our expected changes. Have you objections to any of it?”
The president speaks up first “Yes there are many things wrong with what you wrote.” He stands to show her what he means, Galk swiftly moves next to the Sonteria, and the president returns to his seat. “You need to remember our people are used to having a voice, you’re planning on a full merger of our two worlds. That will not be reasonable.”

“Your convictions, president, are noted; however under the circumstances they are virtually irrelevant.” She looks over at General Jackson who is lingering in the door way, “he has explained much about your people to me today.” The president glares at Jackson, then returns to the Sonteria to hear what she has to say, already preparing a response. “Our people cannot function if they continue to function as separate worlds; we are now one people, Zarrokian and Cordelian. I am not moving on this, neither should you. You will remain in your position; however you are now the foundation of the Cordelian royal home.  Your children will replace you, and this will continue as you represent your people at the Council of Families. Should it occur that you have no children to take your role…” She smiles warmly. “There will be a publicly open vote, in the Cordelian structure.”

The Cordelian delegation looked up at her, stunned she made the change so smoothly. The Cordelian assistant looks to her and says “I will make the adjustments to the documents for your approval and the approval of our president – “ She looks down at the documents again and back to the Sonteria. “sorry, our Dolk, and representative to the Council of Families.”

Anazlyn smiles warmly as she acknowledges the changes, impressed she paid so much attention to the information. “Thank you Sarika. I am confident it will be approved.” She looks around the table, not seeing enough differences to justify the attitudes or the war. “This war has left us many problems to resolve, let’s start to do this now. “ They all agree and begin a full dialog that progresses deep into the night. The two delegations cover many issues, some are simply resolved others are left to be addressed in the Council of Families.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Because the old must go...

She yawns and stands, leaving her bed she walks to the window. The air is crisp, the wind blows slowly past, rolling over the surfaces of the buildings and trees. The winds of change are once again blowing, but at a much slower rate. She looks over the courtyard and sees the Tiran prisoners of war brought out, each one is handed a nice dress uniform. She then sees them lead off to the barraks again. "The time is coming for all of us."

She walks to dress and hears a knock at the door. "Stad Galk, you're prompt as usual, but today I am not. I will be out shortly" The knocking stops and she dresses. After preparing herself in an offical manner, she exits the room to see her tall security guard waiting for her. " Hi, Galk." She smiles to him, grateful that she can depend on him. "How are the prisoners?"

In his normal fashion, he starts to nudge her to move to her normal appointments. "They are waiting for you, or should be waiting shorlty."

"Good." Watches the hall's covered by the family banners, wonders how many new banners will be created from this meeting. "Are they in the meeting room or the reading room?"

"They are being takin to the reading room, as per your request." Galk smiles.

"Good. I was unsure if the Sarket was going to listen to my instruction or not. He' s a fan of the technological advancements."

They arrive at the large iron doors that lead to the reading room. She pauses a moment, then turns to the wooden door across the hall and enters. She looks around the room at the leather bound books that sit, dusty on the shelves. "I don't know how dad ever really did this." She turns back to Galk. "Would you please make sure they are all comfortable. It will make the machine more effective." He formally bows and leaves to carry out her orders.

Once he is gone, she sits in the large backed leather chair, behind the intimidating large woodden desk. She opens the large drawer and pulls out a small helmet looking item, and places it on her head. Activating it she focuses her thoughts toward the great hall, and then to the reading room. There she can hear the names, ranks, and thoughts of the men in the room. She is suprised that not one of them is a woman. She begins to focus, trying to identify what important information will allow her to move toward the treaty. She tires from the effort, but continues to walk through each mind. Then suddenly she is stopped. One man blocks the effects of the reading room and the thought reading machine. She is stuck by surprise and his anger, stepping back into herself quickly, she removes the helmet.

Standing quickly she walks into the room across the hall before Galk can stop her or ask what she saw, she looks from face to face. She identifies each one from her reading of them, then she walks by someone who makes her shudder with chills. "Galk, take this one to my office." She indicates who it is. Once he has removed the individual she turns to the rest of the men in the room. "Gentlemen, you may address me as Sonteria" They sit up, realizing they are in the presance of royalty. "You have in front of you, computer terminals. Each one has the expetations of my elite forces. I expect all of you to learn them, and you will, regardless of age, meet those requirements." Each one begins to review the information on the screens in the table. Some start to grumble that the bar is being set to high for them. "Your alternative, Mr Jones, is to remain as a prisoner of war." He grumbles but accepts her terms. "You will be provide food, shelter, attire, and anything else you require. Once you have learned the basice, you will shadow the people here who are in equalivant ranks and be taught what is appropriate expectations. From there you will be allowed to return to your people in those positions, to educate and bring them to our standards." She walks to the door. "Not one word of this is open to discussion or debate, so your thoughts on the matter is of little concern." She leaves them, hoping she didn't come across weakly or to strong.

She knows the new requirements are needed, but it is always going to be a difficult adjustment period.

Quickly she walks across the building to her office, where Galk sits with the general she ordered out of the room. She looks at him, when she enters, trying to figure him out. He appeared unphased by the removal and smiles almost a smirk, when she orders him to sit again. She walks to her chair and sits "Jackson, your anger is unneed here."

He is suprised she knows his name without asking, but doesn't respond as such. "My anger, Sonteria, comes as a result of what we are closing right now. I am not pleased with the horrors of war, or the situation we are in."

Changing the subject, "How did you know what the room is for?"

His eyes narrow and he speaks in an angry controled tone "I was taught to deal with mind witches, many years ago."

"Mind witches?" She tries to recall the meaning of his words, then laughs. "Ok. Galk please make sure he has all that he needs to attend our Sontair's tribute" Galk bows and leaves to make sure the required issues are attended to. Once he does "Mr. Jackson you will be required to advise me as we go, about how to address your 'president' later." Then she stands with him and walks him out the door to Galk. "Galk, did you have this arranged" He bows and confirms it. "Good, send him with Stad Stoche to prepare."

Galk indicates Mr Jackson should follow him, and they walk to another guard. He is left, and Galk walks back to the Sonteria. "You are going very easy on them. Why?"

"Simply Galk, the old way of doing things, has to change."

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Rebuilding starts at home.....

"Over the time since the great storm, the palace has been rebuilt, and the family homes have begun to reappear. Our people are becoming stronger every day that continues, and in some cases, even babies are being born." He paused, then turned to the cloaked figure near him. "But we still have a long way to go." He sighed.

"We do." came the voice under the hood, as soft as any kind woman's voice can be. "The storm took things, took lives, just as the war did. It is time for rebuilding."

"That much is obvious." He looks at her once again, and reaches for her hood. She steps back. "It has been years since you have allowed us to see your face."

"We all have our place, Koleth. Mine is not here, but I am for now."

He closes his eyes a moment, and opens them to look again upon the cloaked woman. "You are correct. Please forgive my anxiousness."

"All things are beginning a new. Soon somethings of old will appear as they should." her voice was solem, but his reaction was anything but. He turned to her and put his hands on the table between them, hard. "Anger and disappointment do not make it the right choice."

"Arriana, you speak in words of air and mysticism. You hide yourself so no one can see your face, but you expect me to remain calm and still accept your advice and guidence?"

"No, I expect you to behave as a future Konair."

His dark features softened, and he hung his head because he realized that as usual, she was correct. "I wish I could understand how you do that." He shook his head and stood back up. Realizing that they should be downstairs overseeing the new gate installment, walks to the window again, this time to see the progress. "It appears they will be ready shortly. We should joing the construction team." She steps back allowing him to go before her, as was custom of those not leading the royal houshold. He walked out the door, trailed closly by Arriana.

As they arrive at the gate many of the town's strongest men struggel to get it to line on the hinges. Koleth moves over to help them by pushing the door until it clicked into alignment. Just as they find it is working into place, the door begins to move quickly toward the ground, and the workers below, then it just stops. The men stare at it in amazement. Then Koleth realizes what happened, and turns to the cloaked figure for only a moment. "Everyone, push, she won't be able to hold this for long." The men get back to securing the gate again. This time the pins make it in place and it is secured. The workers walk away and cheering is heard from all who know the great gate is finally repaired.

The calm after the storm....maybe

The room was full of energy and excitement. There were smiling faces, and well dressed attendants for every guest who arrived. The decorated palace ballroom was used for the first time in nearly two years. The Sonteria stood at the top of the stairs waiting for her younger brother to join here. She listened as the room below bustled with activity. The prospect of putting the last year and a half behind her was welcomed. She was feeling content, some might even consider calm, but happy will only come when things have been made right.

As the Royal family, or what was left of it, progressed down the stairs, the room below fell hushed. The two walked hand over hand down each stair carefully. The crowds parted to make room for them. Once the brother and sister were at the bottom of the stairs, the gar spoke up and announced their arrival. They turned to each other, as was once custom for their parents, and began the festivities with a simple dance. Once the song was over, Parin began to mingle and dance with the delegates. Anazlyn separated herself and her advisers to another room.

"Gar Walkon, have you brought the prisoners here yet?" Anazlyn asked as they closed the doors.

He bows "Yes, Sonteria. They were put into the barracks today. We have military guard watching them."

"Good. Do they have a delegation here at the events this evening?"

Another adviser spoke up. "Yes, Sonteria, their leader before the war has brought two advisers with him, and they are in the main hall."

This gentleman spoke in soft tones, but seemed to have a grasp of the social activities. "Thank you Gar Lovok. I would like you to introduce me when we return." He bowed in acknowledgement.

"Sarket Wolen, have you been able to ascertain their current weapons abilities?"

"Yes, Sonteria. They are incompasitated in that regard." The older woman spoke with confidence in her tones. "I would recommend that we remove all weaponary from their area in rapid fashion."

"I will take that into advisement." The Sonteria looked at her advisers, all of them hand picked by her father before he passed. All of them will go the moment she is properly enthroned. She wanted a fresh perspective to advise her, but each seasoned face had great value as well. She had leaned upon them often over the duration of the war. "Before our guests ask of my prescense, we should rejoin them." She walked through the room again, and rejoined the party with her advisers and escorts. Gar Lovok introduced her to the Tarin delegation, and they proceeded to discuss minor matters, in preparation for the discussions that would come in the morning.

After the party conculded and the delegations dispersed, Anazlyn invited Parin to her office to discuss what he had learned from the event.

Parin was slowly removing his formal ware as they sat down. "I don't know how mom and dad did this so often. I prefer engineering technology for the space craft over that." He place his jacket over the desk and turned a chair backwards to sit.

Anazlyn smiled warrily, "It was a very long night." She put her wrap on the back of the chair and sat down. "I was wondering how much time you had to speak with the Tarin delegation."

A boyish grin crossed his face. "I had a lot of time with them. The Tarin delegation were the most social and real group of people at the party. Everyone else seemed to be worried about appearances, and cordial behaviors."

She tilted her head a little, realizing why he still looked so young even after the war, was that he was yet to reach adult, but then, by law, she was also short there of. "Oh, that means at least we will make progress tomorrow."

"I have no doubt about that. I am actually have dinner with one of the delegation members tomorrow. She is their -" paused to look for the words "assistant. She will be fininalizing any paperwork you may develop from the meeting tomorrow."

"Ah, and she just happens to be the attractive woman I saw you dancing with most of the night?" She smiled, almost like she wanted to giggle, but she was far to tired for that nonesense tonight. "Go, we need rest. Tomorrow is the offical end to this nasty war."

Parin stood and grabbed his jacket to leave. "It may be on you figuretivly, but you're not doing this alone."

"I know that. Thank you for your help. I will meet you at breakfast."

They retired for the evening.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The Winds of Change can storm through....

The young man looks out of the window of his ship when someone approaches him, and tells him there is a communication channel open and waiting for him. He turns and thanks the messenger. Goes to his quarters, and opens his computer screen. When he did the face of a lovely young woman appears. "How are you little sister?" He smiles largely because it has been weeks since their last conversation, and that time it was not a smile that greeted him.

"I am fine, Kareth. I have wonderful news." Her smile gets even bigger. "Parin has reached the next level of enthronement. He is doing very well, and will be ready to meet you on board soon."

"That is good news, Anazlyn. I am very happy to hear he is doing so well. It is to bad you can't also join him." Kareth's large green eyes look over his sister's features, hoping to see some positive change, but he does not get what he had hopped for.

Her eyes drop, and become sad. "Dad's condition is not any better. Someone will still have to rule in his place until something can be done."

"I understand, all to well." He smiles. "You do a fantastic job of it." Hears a loud noise, and sees a light streak out of his window. "One moment Anazlyn" Stands and looks to see what is going on. Hears the alarm ring red alert.

She watches patiently on the other side, listening as the commotion becomes louder.

Kareth begins to give orders, and moves to leave the room, but is forced back in by an armed man. The ship whirls with activity, and suddenly Kareth is down, and not moving. The armed man walks out with a smug look. And she watched it happen.

Suddenly everything goes black. She stands and screams for her sarket to get the connection back. He responds that it is not possible to contact a ship that is not there. She falls back into her chair, silent and stunned. Then looks up to her adviser, and swallows hard. Taking a deep breath she asks what happened. The Sarket is unable to answer her. He reaches to comfort her, but she shakes him away, and her mind begins to whirl.

The skies grow dark and the winds whip around pulling trees from their roots and pushing buildings aside like toys. People run from their homes in terror and look for shelter in the palace. Struggling to get in by volumes the heavy rot iron door falls off the hinges, and into the sea of people struggling to get into safety. Most don't make it through the gate. For those who do, safety is found and the storm passes. But only after it has decimated everything in it's path, except the portion of the palace everyone was huddled into for safety. Frightened and shaken everyone emerges, cautiously. Astonishment crosses every face that survives.

The beauty that once lived here is gone. The homes, farms, buildings and thriving businesses are all gone. In its place is an empty land, as far as the eye can see. No buildings, no rubble, not one tree stood, it was an empty land.

As the day clears and the sky gives way to a lush blue hue, everyone looks from one to the other, trying to figure out what is next. Children clutch to their mothers or fathers, while husbands comfort sobbing wives. Standing alone, a member of the royal household, cloaked and hooded silently watching it all.


This blog is only intended to be used as a direct to development blog for one of the biggest novel adventures I've ever created. This will be a novel length series of posts. Eventually, once it has reached where I want it to be, I will move it into book format w/ more than one to be written in the series.

When this world was created about 8 years ago, I lived in it for a very long time, and the people you will meet because of this are very real to me. I hope as you encounter their story they will become more 'real' to your mind's eye as well.

This world has gone through many metamorphoses, and will again endure further changes, your voice is always welcomed here. It may not publish on each post, but it will be read, and appreciated.