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War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep15)

For three hours he and Fathala had carefully explained why Eric and Leif had set out from the pole. “Might be there are women of age who’d like to go, but not here in this camp, we have duties to perform.” she winked, eyeing the younger Polen suspiciously. Clearly he had looked at her, and seemed to drink up the sight he beheld, but he showed no further interest after their initial encounter. All the while he was sulking by himself, sitting a little off from his father. “The bane, as you call it, is still on Naga’na, the top of the Pyramid, but I wonder what good it’ll do any of us.” An exchange of glances between Fathala and Eric happened faster than Leandra realized, the two turned to Leif. “Tell me how that bane works son.” both spoke as one. Perplexed the young eunuch knight stared back them. “I,” he coughed, “I don’t,” he shook his head, clearly his anger showed in his eyes. The wench called me son! How dare she? “Bugger you.” he rose and trudged from the room.Outside the bay the waters were at unrest, constantly waves danced after waves, sending specks of light in all directions. The layout of the bay provided shelter from the waves, the water inside was perfectly still. Until disturbed by a pebble, skidding across the surface. Who does she think she is? Because she’s bedding father doesn’t make her my mother!Followed by another.And this stupid bafoon let her call me son without a word! Lost his eyes, and senses for what’s important, because of a wet fish cunt! Makes me glad I was cut!And yet another. Gods I wish I wasn’t cut. A fourth stone rested in hand. His gaze fixed on a small heap of land rising out of the still waters of the bay. A single fir stood on it, straight as if it had been planted there. Its reflection pointing in the opposite direction. Hypnotized by the perfect symmetry Leif let the pebble fall back on the ground. I wonder, is there an opposite? One that doesn’t involve me being cut. One in which I’m not always humiliated? His field of vision narrowed, only the island with the tree and its mirror image remained. “Admit yourself the fall.” a voice seemed to call out to him.Next he knew he was falling face forward to the water surface, a dark brown feather the size of his arm danced by on the still water.”Forgive him,” Eric started as Leif had stormed from the room. “he is young.” Fathala continued. Suspiciously Leandra narrowed her eyes. “You oft talk as one.” she squinted as if she wanted to see against a shining light, with her right hand she waved to a man that was standing close by, he too then looked at them with squinted eyes. After a moment he gasped and shook his head. “You didn’t!” he exclaimed, seemingly shocked by what he saw. “Didn’t you receive any training my good sir?” he addressed Eric.Feeling caught Eric explained how he came to being trained in his gift.”Humans, Albin and Fungals have rigorous training to prohibit the magi of their cultures from doing what you did!” Kanthaz folded his hands. “Although the length and depth of that training varies from race to race, and in our culture the aspired profession, one thing is taught to all: do not melt your minds! Do not touch your minds!” he looked at Fathala, hoping the Naga had a similar training on Naga’na. By her expression alone he could tell that they had not. “You.can lose yourself in the other, completely.” the two of them exchanged a long glance.Sudden realisation came upon both of them. “It’s too late to turm back, the thoughts left in your mind, like footprints, will grow.” each told the other. A smile appeared on their lips. “We never knew.” Eric turned to the Albin priest. “Thank you for your enlightenment.” slowly letting the smile vanish from her lips Fathala continued.This is how the fungal empire exists. Kanthaz eyed them carefully. They won’t turn away from their behavior, my warning came too late. “Just try to abstain from joining your minds again.” he had to say never the less.One of Leandras fellow warriors entered the room, there was haste in her eyes, with a mix of fear, as she looked at the strangers. “Their companion fell into he lake, face down.” she had hoped to be quiet enough not to be overheard, but failed at that. Both Eric and Fathala rose as quickly as possible, rushing for he door. Kanthaz looked after them, he also realized that they had already gone too far. Water pooled around Leif where the Albin guards, dripping wet themselves, had laid him on the shore. Well trained they had managed to revive him but, he was not responding to any noises or views. When Eric kneed down on one side of his son and Fathala going down on the other the young eunuch knight did not seem to realize them near. Leif stood on the shore where he had just fell into the water. To his astonishment he was bone dry. An awful silence hung above and around him. There wa sno noise from the waters further out to the east, no rustling winds in he groves along the path down south. Wait. These things are in reverse! As he wanted to raise his right hand, his left came up just as natural. He turned west, what would’ve been east a moment ago, only to find the Albin and their settlement gone. There was no trace of his father or the Naga either. Confused, but reliefed that no one was there to lecture him, he turned around a few times, he noticed the smell.Had it been rot, damp musky and moldy smells lingering the air before he fell into the waters, he now smelled spring. “Hello.” after he had turned half a dozen times with no one around, Leif jumped at the sight of the figure that had greeted him. A head shorter than him, the figure still stood tall, a cloak and hood of brown hemp covered the individual, brown feathers as long as his forarm and longer were worked into the cloth.”Who are you?” his hand went to the hilt of his short sword, only to find it missing, he had to put down their arms when they entered the Albin settlement. “Just a wanderer, with ears not deaf to your plea.” the woman answered. It was his language. “My plea?” nervously Leif looked about, he wondered whether there were more such mysteriously appearing wanderers in this mirror image of the world. “You wish to be taken serious, you wish to be a full man.” the woman replied, her dialect was queer, almost as if she was speaking the language as it had been ten thousand years before Leif’s time. “I can help you.” suspiciously squinting his eyes Leif still looked about, more in search of a weapon than wary. “At what cost?” he returned. “Your help. Look around you and listen. No humans to disturb the peace, no Albin, none of he other races.” she paused for a moment, underneath her hood he thought he saw her eyes light up for a moment. “No Naga!” “What sort of help?” his suspicion grew less, the thought of a Naga free world was intriguing. “All in good time my dear child, all in good time.” she lifted her hood. Unable to move or to look away Leif watched the woman with the alabaster skin and fire red hair stroll closer, her eyes had the color of mother-of-pearl. With one swift.move she opened the talon shaped clasp that held her cloak closed, revealing herself to be naked underneath. “Before I can ask you to help me, I shall bestow a gift upon you, so you know my sincerety.” Leif wanted to object, he had been cut, made a Eunuch, but his mouth did not not open, his words were not voiced. Instead he found himself studying her naked beauty, the alabaster breasts that heaved wih every breath she took, trembled with every step, the fiery red bush of hair between her legs. With gentle hands she opened his pants, let them drop down to his ankles, his small clothes followed in an instant. “There.” she breathed softly, short of moaning. A sensation he did not know before took hold of his senses, a quick glance down confirmed this feeling. He had a cock! It stood tall and firm, pressing against the woman’s fiery, moist hair.

Life ain’t that hard, drinking!

No, not that kind of drinking.
The one that doesn’t involve alcohol.

If you’re like me, then the suggested, supposedly “healthy”, dose of at least 2 liters of water per day is an unbearble summer reading assignment, equal to having to read war and peace over the weekend and write a paper on it.

Look, life ain’t that hard, in order to keep “hydrated” and healthy, just follow this simple guideline:
1. Nature blessed us with a sense that alerts us if we need to drink: THIRST! If you’re thirsty, drink. If not, don’t pump more stuff in. If that results in 0.5 liters a day, that’s fine, your body seems to not need any more.
2. The urban legend of coffee (or caffeinated drink) dehydrating the body keeps getting passed around like a nasty STD. Were it to be true, I would look like a desert mummy from the Andes! I don’t. I’m healthy and alive. So keep drinking it, even to quench your thirst.
3. Once your piss starts to be colourless, stop drinking so much. You’re not a fountain.

There. A concise list on how to drink healthily.

If by any chance you give in to the pressure and give this shit of drinking at least 2 litres of non-alcoholic and non-caffeinated stuff a try, and then someone asks you, after a week, whether you feel any better – piss on them.
That’s the only feeling that I have, since starting this trial run: the urge to pee every fifteen minutes.

Take care,

Rings of Fate S1xE4 – Horizon – Power failure (pt.4)


On his way to the strike team, Solomon ordered the auxiliary control centre manned and ready, as soon as Oleksandra gave word, he wanted them to fire the laser across the alien ship’s bow. After those orders were in place he let the men help him suit up. Although Johannes was clear that the aliens breathed the same air and dwelled in the gravity as humans, they might have donned spacesuits themselves and released all the atmosphere from the tube.
“Your canons on beta are ready Admiral! Arming those on alpha could alert the aliens, they might be monitoring the datalines running through that part of the ship.”
“Tell the auxiliary control centre. I’m not in a position to do anything with the lasers.” He wondered if they could even be turned towards the ship. Designed to take out any potential space debris and asteroids, they were designed to fire in outward directions.
“Sir?” He looked through his glasses and the displayed data at a young woman, probably in her early twenties. “Yes Private?”
“Excuse my boldness, permission to speak freely?”
With a sighing nod he gave her permission. “You should remain, in case anything happens to you we’d be without an Admiral for the time being. Your place is in the command centre.” Stunned Solomon had no reply ready. “She’s right Sir.” Her immediate superior closed his helmet, thinning his voice to what was audible over the radio. “But if you insist, we’re not objecting.”
Letting his hands sink again Solomon looked at both of them fully suited. Again he felt the crushing weight of his position upon himself. “You’re right.” He admitted in a grunting voice, but he wanted to do something. “Alright, you folks continue, I will go to the command centre.” He stepped back, as he was the last to donn the helmet, the officer now in command of the strike team closed the door to the maintenance cab. “Just help me outvof this thing, please.” He turned to the two privates still in the hallway with him.

“Adjustment complete.” One of the laser gunmen sighed in relief just as the Admiral entered the auxiliary control centre. “Perfect!” He yelled.
“Targeting systems can’t lock on however. I’ll have to aim manually with only the whiskers video feed.”
Install cameras on top of the lasers. “Do it then. Be careful and take your time, I know we run the risk of hitting the alpha ring.”
The officer just mumbled “Aye Sir.” while adjusting the laser.
Invisible to the naked eye, but flashing brightly on the screens, the laser shot missed both the alien vessel and the alpha ring. Within seconds the cigar shaped vessel disengaged, retreated to a distance.
“Reading a power buildup.” Solomons temporary second in command, a lieutenant of the name Nikolai Assanov stated. “Engines or weapons?”
Staring at the view screen Solomon silently cursed their inability to scan, or rather interpret the scans of, the alien technology. “Targeting is back online.” The cannonier yelled with delight. “Subalpha is too. Rotation will commence within minutes.” Nikolai exclaimed.
“Lock on the Harpies, hold your fire for now, but keep ready.” Annoyed, but curious Solomon accepted the incoming call from Johannes. “The suit the harpy wears started beeping, but stopped a moment later. If you ask me, they checked her vital signs.”
“They just disengaged, and retreated from our ship. Makes sense to check their boarding party’s vital signs,” pausing he watched in terror the power buildup in the alien ship sky rocket, a shot of some sort destroyed the tube they were connected to a moment ago, but didn’t sever the ship. “Spine intact, return fire?” Nikolai asked.
“Be my guest.”
Again flashing brightly a laser beam crossed the void of space, striking the cigar where its fire had been shot from. Another bright flash filled the view screen. “Reading a power surge in the damaged section!” Nikolai yelled, everyone braced for an impact that could very well spell disaster for the Horizon.

Instead the weapons of the cigar they obviously had destroyed began exploding. “Piking up another power spike!” Hastily Nikolai looked at around his readings. “Not the weapons this time.” All eyes in the room turned from back to the damaged ship on the view screen.
The visual light emitted by the damage faded away and suddenly all trace of it was gone, even the infrared sensors revealed nothimg but empty space. “They’re gone sir.”
“Call up every and any scientist on this ship, we have a lot of work for them.”

Slowly leaving the auxiliary control centre, Solomon received a report that the strike team had returned, most of them however were dead or dying from some sort of radiation exposure.
Johannes included his suspicion that the harpys had figured that their missing crewmate was still in that section so they wanted to destroy any genetic evidence, after receiving confirmation from her suit that she was dead.
Slowly he paced through the hallways towards the hospital where the wounded were treated, where his best friend was working.
“Sir?” Oleksandra appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “When the systems came back online, we received this. It is a repeating call.” Glum in his heart he took the offered tablet computer. He listened to the message.
Stared at the tablet, turned his attention to Oleksandra, repeated the message. Explorer had informed them of Ericsson, the automated relaystation and drones. “The crew of the pod on Ericsson is still alive!” Maybe there was a little hope.
With a playful smile Oleksandra nodded. “I was thinking that they might help us. We need reinforcement on our exterior plating, our weapons need more power and I thought that perhaps they could mine some other useful stuff too.” With a touch of her finger she drew up a list of minerals and ores she thought useful for their purposes. After going through the list the two exchanged a long glance. “Do it, send a reply.”

Struggling with the patients of the strike team, Johannes felt great relief that Solomon had decided otherwise than to go with them. On his display he noticed the test results of the genetic material lifted from the Harpy were ready for review, but he had no time for that just now. Too many casualties that needed treatment.

“Attention all rings, all decks. This is Admiral Solomon Grienberg speaking. After the recent events, which you will be informed about using channel One’s news feed, inter-ring transport is suspend unless absolutely necessary. Each ring will be designed to function autonomously. Outter sections of all rings are off limits as of now, details for this measure will be explained in the news reels on chanel One. Thank you for your attention.” Not wanting to wait for a resolution from the elected officials, eh? Looking into the results of the genetic analysis Johannes sat down in the break room after most of the casualties had been treated.
For more convenience he had transferred the data to his tablet computer, the data goggles gave him a headache.
“I was looking for you.” Solomon had two cups with him, that meant he had gone to one of his secret coffee stashes. Eager for the hot brew Johannes greeted him. “I meant to look for you after finishing this!” He held up the tablet for Solomon to see, after he had sat down on the other side of the table.
In silence the two drank their coffee. Before he had come to find Johannes, Solomon had watched the helmet camera footage of the strike team.
The harpys had been lying in wait for them. Had they not found cover in the maintenance cab, the harpy strike team, in full suit and armor, they would’ve died in their weapons fire.
“I thought about growing some in my quarters. But I haven’t got a green thumb.” He desperately needed distraction from the situation.
Nodding Johannes gazed at the tablet, still displaying the results. Unwillingly he kept reading.
Suddenly his eyes widened, his jaw dropped. “Hope you like my coffee?” Trying to distract himself from the situation Solomon kept stuck to the coffee topic.
“My god, they are from earth! Descendants of dinosaurs I recon.”
“The Harpies? Are you sure?” Suddenly his interest in the current situation was reawakened. “Birds evolved from dinosaurs, these things share genes with them. I thought they looked similar concerning their physiology, light bones, ovaries but no womb and all, but the harpys are from earth, originally!”


War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep14)

Angered Leif stormed past the Naga to the door and left for his own room.”He is-“”-young. I know. Your thoughts whirl around my mind ever since we joined both flesh and.mind at he same time.” she changed from verbal to mental communication midsentence. “Yours in mine as well.” he got up from the chair he had sat down on when hey were showed the room. Ponderously he strolled to her. “I believe that we should tread with caution when it comes to that. Or else we end up as neither Eric nor Fathala, but both as well.” he slung his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Perhaps, but I long for it most every moment of my waking hours, dream of it when I sleep.” she stared at him wih longing in her eyes. “Me too.” he admitted, kissing her, his tongue found hers.Sunshine. Warm sunshine broke through cracks in the overcast, drenching the world in a red-gold glow, that reflected off of the few late autumn flowers, reeds, bare branches and grassblades. Most mesmerizing around the sweetwater sea was the reflection of the morning thrown back east by the waves. As they marched furher south Eric couldn’t help but stare at the dancing lights to his right, every now and then obscured by bushes and trees, until the path took a turn away from the sea into a grove. “Fungal guard raiders once came all the way down here, but as the Albin party they were shadowing crossed to Naga’na they discontinued, later most of them were slain, or taken captive.” Fathala explained pointing ahead. A few small buildings huddled together as a flock of sheep would to keep safe and warm, they were surrounded by a palisade, inside a shallow bay. Immediately Eric knew from memories left in his mind by Fathala that they had no inn. No spare beds to rent. After the night in Reedheim every night he had to make due qith forest floors, fields or once a stony cavern, had been a night to regret. “Shouldn’t we keep moving through the night?” Fathala had mused in that cavern, both were exhausted and longed for nothing more but sleep, still joined at loins and minds the thoughts had mingled and she brought up the question that floated through both their minds that moment. “I clearly recall how it strained you. From your memory. Leif wasn’t fit to do it either.” both knew it was an excuse, a weak one at that, but both were satisfied wih it.Both wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to sneak away from the campsite and embrace one another in mind, before bedding one another. The night before reaching the settlement both had worked up enough self restraint to continue their march through the night. Rewarded by the strange morning glow reflected by the sweetwater sea onto the Albin settlement. Leif had no eyes for the autumn beauty of the land, annoyed by the little clouds of breath he puffed he looked at the houses with disdain. I hope the ferry isn’t as ragged as that settlement. Keeping sone distance between himself and Eric and Fathala he watched, fury burning behind his eyes. Emraged he watched Fathala smiling at his father, jesting with him, laughing. Often neither of the of the two uttered a word, yet he had the feeling that they conversed none the less. Even more angered by their unspoken communication he found himself at the front of their group, when before he had been in the rear. None of the women in Reedheim seemed as if she wanted to leave. We could’ve asked, but he only translator we have is to busy fucking father. His jaws worked tirelessly grinding his teeth. He could’ve endorsed her asking, asked himself, but no he can’t leave his hands of the stupid whore. He kicked at a pinecomb, sent it hurtling into the still surface of the bay in front of the Albin settlement. “Who goes there?” the angry voice of a woman tore him from his infuriated train of thought. He had not understood a single word she had said. She was tall, slender, but looked as if she could fight him. Her long dark hair was woven into a long ponytail, but at its end he espied a brooch of sorts, decorated with flowers and vines of a sort.Her garments were not decorated, but seemed purely functional. Like himself, she wore a mail shirt, and pants, as well as tall boots. Her face was stern, smooth and of a complexion he could not place. Violet eyes studied him as her sword seemed to wave in sync with her breath. It’s moments like this I wish I was uncut. Anger found him again.”Who are you?” she repeated, assuming a more aggressive posture. Normally she wouldn’t be in light armor, but since the human war began and the threat of it spilling into their settlement grew with every day, the guards had donned mail at least. “He is with me.” his father’s voice speaking the queer Norsers tongue, with only a hint of an accent surprised both him and Fathala. “We come from the pole, and our quest spills us into your humble settlement.” “Itis true! I met these men when we encountered them on the sea! They search for settlers, women in particular, but only those willing to. When they discovered about the bane, they decided to journey here instead.” Fathala was wondering how Eric had learned the language, she found the answer in her own mind, by her own thoughts. She had left it in his mind.The Albin woman sheathed her sword seeing Fathala with the strangers, but her expression was laden with confusion. “Pray, what?” she gazed at the Naga as they approached. “I’ll tell you over a cup of white leaf tea.” Fathala sighed, her arm resting on Eric’s.Confused, and angered at that confusion, Leif folled them into the camp. More Albin strode around, equally dressed as the woman, both male and female. I wonder what it feels like to be aroused, I bet she would’ve stirred something in me.”So, your people are in decline after some tenthousand years of isolation?” Eric confirmed Leandras question.

Cabin of Death roaring

After the elevator had been out of commission for a week, instead of ten days (at least something), it worked for just as long.

A week.
One fucking week!

Are you kidding me? Are you being serious?

In addition to the damn thing being broken AGAIN, the entire time it DID work, every time it started to move UP it let go a roar that was the loudest in the sixth floor.
My floor.

It is already being fixed, as I write these lines.
But the roaring persists…that’s what you get for taking the cheapest contractor…

Take care,

Rings of Fate S1xE4 – Horizon – Power failure (pt.3)


“Now what do we do?” Floating in a siphon section Johannes still held on to the subdued creature, a few times he worried that the electric shocks from three darts he had found on it might have killed it. But then he recalled the scorchmarks, and decided that even if the creature was dead it was better it, than him and Solomon.
“We call the maintenance cab.” Solomon smirked. Pressing a button only he could see on his glasses. After a few moments they heard the unmistakable noise of a pressurising section behind one of the sealed siphons. Only a second later a spherical cab entered, opened a hatch after stopping seemingly in mid air, suspended and held by magnetic fields.
Floating in was difficult with an alien body in hand.
After Solomon had taken seat, Johannes handed him the creature, seated himself. Only once the two men were buckled up did the cab start moving again.
Relieved did they feel the force of simulated gravity upon them, after hours in zero G they had felt the effects of fluids rising to the upper body, narrow vision and confusion. A few times had both men felt slightly ill.
“What do we do with that thing?”
“Study it.” Johannes loked at the snout of the creature, it had a slight overbite, showing a row of tiny sharp teeth. On its head the alien wore down feathers. By the way the downs continued below the neckline of the garments it wore, Johannes assumed that the downs covered most, if not all of the body.
“I hope you won’t dissect it?”
“Nope.” Still staring at the face of the alien Johannes felt reminded of a childhood passion of his. “I’ll put in the tube, take a tissue sample and hope it ain’t dead.”
“You hope?”
“We zapped it with three darts, I wouldn’t recommend that many on a human, let alone a tiny creature such as this!” Solomon too started staring at the creature’s face. “I feel reminded of a dinosaur.”
“Thank you! I felt as if I was crazy.” Hissing the doors opened. A crew of engineers stood in the hallway outside, analysing tools and tablet computers in their hands. They gazed in surprise and wonder through their goggles at the Admiral and the Doctor.

“We lost mainpower for the subalpha ring, and also throughout the tubes.” Oleksandra Joshenkova, chief engineer, marched through the control room below the fusion reactor. “But!” She turned to face the Admiral, “It isn’t a problem from our end! Reactor is running at peak efficiency!”
“Do we have communication with the other rings?” Solomon waved his hands to calm her down. “No!” Immediately she turned to a console, pointing at a large screen above it. “Power transfer, communication and tubes are down.” With a little bit of worry in her eyes she turned around to the Admiral. Why do you ask?”
Instead of a verbal reply Johannes held up the Alien.
Oleksandra made a disgusted face. “Ugly thing, Alien?” Both men nodded. “Keep it away from my engines. And me. Why do you want communication?”
“They were between alpha and beta rings, perhaps there’s a ship parked there?” Raising her eyebrows Oleksandra turned to her consoles. While going through the logs she explained that the sensors had detected a power distribution problem with the subalpha power line in that section, before they went out, so it stood to reason that they indeed had a ship parked there. In addition she suspected that they knew where the command centre was located, so they also blocked the subalpha backup reactor fro, kickimg into action.
“They also must be jamming the whiskers, and power lines to the other sections.” Stroking his non existing beard Solomon fondled his chin. “Doctor Falkner here has a detailed scan and recording of the alien technology, maybe we can feed that into the computer, and find them, or counteract their technology?” Reluctantly Johannes handed over his glasses. “Data extraction will take only a moment, Doctor.” Oleksandra smiled benignly.
After a few moments she handed the glasses back. “If you’ll excuse me, I will look for a lab in the hospital capable of handling this.” He excused himself. On his way out he noticed that Solomon kept following him. “Shouldn’t you be in there?”
“What good am I in there? They need technicians, not the admiral.”

“Im worried.” Johannes stepped into the cab. Although every ring had medical doctors, and sickbays, the subgamma ring had a hospital ward, subalpha a military hospital. “This critter is getting cold.”
After a few minutes they entered an examination room with an MRT. On the way Solomon had gathered a few armed privates to meet them, just in case there might still be life in the alien.
Wireless communication in the subgamma ring was still possible. A few moments after he had turned the scanner on Johannes shook his head. “I know nothing of their physiology, but I know neurological damage when I see it. We’ve fried it.”
“Dang. Any other information you can give me?”
Shaking his head Johannes scraped a little bit of skin into a dish and handed it to an assistant for analysis. “I want genes too!” He reminded her as she hurried away from the alien, relieved to get away from it. Meanwhile Solomon strode over to the security detail. “I want twenty men, armed, extra batteries and extra clips, ready at the tube access point on deck five, asap.”
Running a second scan of the body, Johannes looked over to him. “I’m just a doctor and not a spacemarine, but isn’t it unwise to attack them? They have effectively immobilised the ship and entered it, blasting them off seems unwise to me.”
Gazing at his friend over the shoulder Solomon made an annoyed face. “I want them in full spacesuits, have one for me too.” He turned his head to the men and women before him. The five saluted and hurried off.
Before he could talk to Johannes their glasses alerted him and the doctor to an incoming call. “I’ve got it gentlemen!” Oleksandra was almost singing to them. “After taking some wiring off the main line, I contacted the whiskers from here.” Both of them were fed an image of a cigar shaped vessel attached to the hull between alpha and beta rings. “Can you align the beta ring lasers?”
Alerted Johannes looked up from his scanner. “No Admiral. They are hardwired to subalpha controls, backup lines to sub gamma control centre are unresponsive.”
“Try.” Solomon ended the conversation.
“You think that’s wise?”
“Is there another option for me to try? Subalpha is without simulated gravity, no air recycling hence soon they’ll suffocate. I’m running out of time to find alternatives.” Keeping one eye on the display, the other on his friend Johannes nodded.
“While you prepare for an attack, I can tell you from their physiology that they’re tailored for one G of gravity, we have a female here, they lay eggs and are omnivorous.”
“Whatever. These Harpies will get to know our lasers if they don’t get off of my ship.” Stunned by Solomons sudden display of hostility Johannes raised his hands.
He noticed the Admiral constantly checking the display in his glasses. The data displayed was probably the cause for the sudden rush.
“Their skin is like,” he looked at the face of the creature. The elongated snout and teeth. “not tougher than ours, but I recon they’ll have better protective suits next time we meet them. Their metabolism is similar to that of a bird,” Johannes paused, bearing an expression of utter confusion.
Sighing Solomon stepped closer. “Calm your horses Joe. The sudden and unexpected pressure got to me. Data suggests we need to act quickly.”
“I know, I won’t undermine your authority in front of the men again, but I felt it’s best to voice my concerns right away.” Desperate to see the lab assistant Johannes looked to the door she went through. “Listen,” he turned away from Solomon. “these things show strange similarities to early birds. I need to examine her more closely. You get rid of them.” He winked marching off.


War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep13)

Between gray clouds a steel blue sky loomed above the clearing, a midday sun shone from it. Fathala and Eric woke simultaneously to the noise of a howling wolf close by. Sharing a short moment of blushing and reminiscing the night before, they got up from their bed of grasses and weeds, some late autumn flowers filled the air with their scent. Exchanging but a few glances both quickly started their way back, gathering Eric’s clothes. Leif’s yells were an additional pointer where they had to go. A good knight would seek us out by tracking the trail of clothes we left behind. The thought popped up in both their heads at the same time although they were not reaching out to one another. Closing in on the campsite Fathala reached for the pouch in which the roots she used to chew waited. Confused she shook her head. It was Eric who used to chew the roots, not her. “Stop the yelling already!” Eric shouted back, biting down on a root he just had shoved into his mouth. Moments later the young eunuch knight appeared before them next to the campfire he had continued to feed. By Eric’s hastily donned garments he knew immediately that the two had not set out hunt before he awoke, just as they were to tell him. Grinding his teeth he accepted the obvious lie and wanted to lnow when they would be continuing heir journey. “Now I’d say.” sounding like Eric did come naturally to Fathala although she immediately asked herself why it sounded so queer to herself. “The sooner the better.” Leif grumbled, still grinding his teeth, eyeing he Naga suspiciously. Gently swaying in the wind the reeds around the town looked like an extension of the waves they grew out from, showing and obscuring parts of Reedheim in the process. Travel weary Leif looked at the simple buildings as if his eyes were beholding the bane itself. Market day was approaching, as Fathala told them, market stands were raised on the muddy square outside town. Just as she had guessed, the group wa smet with suspicion, especially since the two men didn’t speak the language, as many of the Galnerrans didn’t, and they were accompanied by a Naga. “What of you?” a man approached them, Fathala couldn’t suppress a smirk, recognizing him as the leader of the village, himself named Eric as well. “We would require two rooms for the night, and supper if possible.” from behind her Eric of the pole pressed against her putting a cold object in her left hand. “Gold.” his thought came upon her mind. Eagerly Eric of the Norsers looked at the piece. It was a worn out coin of sorts, writing, long worn out beyond reading, circled the edge of it. Fathala recognized the supposed coin as a medal of honor handed down in the family for ages. They couldn’t part with it!”Really father?” Leif was infuriated as he too caught glimpse of it. “Really, this is more important a mission than family heritage! Wouldn’t you agree?” Eric hissed back, maintaining a friendly smile for the strangers. To his amazement he understood their language, at least a bit of it. Forming of words came upon his tongue but he dared not speak. A side effect of the reaching out with Fathala? This could prove useful. He smiled underneath his played smile.”Two rooms for the night, and a meal?” Eric of Reedheim repeated, after he tasted of the gold. “Lass, my fellow men, and my wife in particular will call me insane for telling you this, but this here could buy you a house for a month, and hot meals for each day.” he held up the coin. “Perchance we reat here again on a another voyage, grant us free stay and meals then.” Fathala replied, feeling Eric from the pole near her mind. Weighing his options he closed his fist around the coin. “So be it then.” he smiled, displaying his crooked yellow and brown teeth. Turning to the town he shouted, and his wife, big bosomed, big hiped, big bellied and big mouthed, rushed from the planks that lead into town. As he had predicted she was arguing with him, saying that his honest way would be the ruin of he family and the village. On he other hand it was this honesty that had won him her heart.She lead hem into the village after her quarrel with her husband, gallant as could be to a water wench and travel stained strangers. Most of the men in town had ben called to banners, Eric the chieftain of the village remained due to his age and position, but if push came to shove he too would be required to take up arms.The rooms they were given were luxurious by standards of Reedheim, a bed, a waterbasin, a table with chairs, and a hearth. “Food will be served at noon, at sundown and rise.” she said coldly, eyeing Fathala suspiciously. More than once her husband had been taken by the sweetwater Naga. She well knew that it was not his fault and not disloyalty, but the spray of their poison that made him bed them. She wondered if the young Baga was one of them. “Thank you, very much.” Fathala returned the frozen smile she received, seeing the big woman trod off from their rooms. “How far is Naga’na?” Leif asked as soon as the door to the room closed.”South from here is the Albin settlement with the ferries, it’ll take some time to reach,””Can’t we get a boat?” he interrupted rudely. “Can’t you get some manners?” she.replied, again sounding like his father, taken aback Leif stared at her in disbelief and surprise. “We have set out for a different goal, women, remember? Not he bane, hey might be younger people than ours, but they know what they’re doing.” Eric was barely able to hide his amusement over Fathalas come back at Leif.

Crappy Birthday, literally, May 2016

Finally a useful gift. Somewhat.
You’d have to buy this shit in stacks to have a plentiful supply of Shitpile emoji masks for your relatives, friends and acquaintances.
No wrapping, no ceremonial exchange, just enter the room (party) with a disdainful expression and slap the shit emoji mask on the recipient, telling them and everyone around you what you think of the jubilant.

(Hint, you think they’re shit!)

Alternatively, you can wear the shitmask every time you visit/see them, to make them as uncomfortable as possible. Imagine the endless opportunities here…
12.99€ well spent. yourself.

Life ain’t that hard, gardening

Having a garden, or sufficiently large balcony to pot some plants, might get you to try your hand at gardening.
But if you listen to the people who do it, it sounds like fraking rocket science. Especially the hippy type characters who run a gardening blog or shit like that.

Life ain’t that hard, it’s simple. Really it is, plants have been on land longer than any animal has, so that shit knows how to propagate, right?

Step 1 – take your seed or seedling that you obtained from a trusted source of your discretion, put it in soil. Boom. Finished.
Step 2 – care for it like you would a pet. Give it some daylight (you’ll either figure it out how much, or have just one option on your balcony), plenty of water (don’t drown it, don’t dry it up) and
Step 3 – feed it. Yes, feed it. Fertiliser! Either purchase some of your choosing, or make your own (kitchen scraps, anything that decomposes but if you are smell aware, don’t use meat, diary products or the like. Plants are essentially cannibals.)
Step 4 – Plants. Reap your harvest, or enjoy your pretty flowers, what have you.
Step 5 – Rinse and Repeat. Unless you have perennials.

There, saved you a ton of browsing through the internet and getting confused by the Hippies. If anyone tries to shove shit down your pipe about gardening, referr them to this list.
Consise, and true.

Step 6 (throw it in there somewhere) – Pest control. Unless you are running a farm, trie and use natural pest control. ladybugs eat mites. Salt kills and deterrs snails. And so on. Don’t whip out the “nukes” unless you make a living off of your gardening.

Have fun,

Rings of Fate S1xE4 – Horizon – Power failure (pt.2)


Before leaving the alpha ring they passed two more siphon intersections. Each time Johannes felt his guts turn with them. Behind them the gate closed as they manned the handles. “Back in the danger zone.” Giggling, near laughing Solomon pushed off from the gate.
“Would you shut up?” Closely behind Johannes floated through the long tunnel. “Bad enough that we are here, you don’t have to point it out.”
From ahead Johannes heard muffled laughter.
Grumbling he continued on.
Solomon stopped in front of a gate. He opened the first handle, but paused before continuing on. Puzzled he looked at the numbers emblazoned on the platings around. “That’s odd.” From his pocket he drew a pair of glasses. “You don’t have a connection if the power is out.” Johannes approached one of the other handles.
“Don’t open that.” Putting hia leaver back in the recess Solomon worked on his glasses. “I don’t need a connection, normally I’d be too embarrassed to admit it, but I kept getting lost on this ship in the beginning, so I downloaded the specs.” With a few gestures in empty air he opened the plans of the Horizon. “Just as I thought, this gate shouldn’t be closed, we’re not at the beta ring yet.”
Immediately Johannes pushed away from the leaver. “Is there a hull breach?” With a certain undertone of panic Johannes fidgeted in his pockets for his glasses.
“I doubt it, but we can’t know for sure.” Still studying the detailed plans he turned around a few times. “There,” pointing to the leaver that Johannes had wanted to open. “Next to that leaver should be a hatch. Open it.” Reluctantly Johannes did fumble with the opening mechanism.
A hydraulic hiss filled both men with a moment of sheer terror. “It’s a crawl space, leading along the cryogenic vault.”
“The what?” Still shaking the medical doctor turned around. “In case all rings would be destroyed, and the crew killed, some people had been put into cryogenic suspension, the ship would arrive at RV-p 296 and revive them, so not all was lost. It’s a little known fact.” He further explained that the crawl space would normally be depressurized too, but when a tube was flooded it too was as a security precaution.
After descending into the crawl space they closed the hatch. Other hatches led to other tubes, running parallel to the crawlspace and the tube they had come from, Johannes noticed. Once inside he understood why Solomon hadn’t thought about the crawl space in the first place.
It was incredibly narrow, without gravity that meant they had to be careful not to bump into anything. Next to them were circular lids, a tiny clear window allowed to look inside. People were visible. Johannes knew that they were in cryogenic suspension, but they seemed more like corpses in a morgue, their seemingly lifless features sent chills down his spine.
“Is there a way of knowing whether there was a hull breach in the section we’re circumnavigating?”
“Not for sure.” Solomon decided to go to the beta ring all the way, that way the risk was lower. “There are several tubes in the length axis, yes?”
“How come the siphons were spinning around this one? Shouldn’t they be serving all tubes?”
Solomon sighed. Although he had the blueprints, he was not in the mood to explain. “Maybe it slipped your attention, but the siphon sections are a lot broader. To ensure safety during maintenance and repair they’re flooded as well, traffic is routed around them unless it’s unavoidable, halted if people are inside.” Solomon stopped, he reached to his right hip, only to reach into thin air. Close to panic he looked around.
This did not remain unnoticed by his companion. “What’s wrong?” He too wished for the sidearm, but seeing they were all alone with other humans and a bunch of cats noone saw fit to be carrying them. “There was a strange sound, not human, nor feline.” The cryogenic units had an independent power supply, but didn’t draw much of it, as they were well insulated from heat by the vacuum of the tubes and crawl spaces.
Still they didn’t tie into the main computer, other than their statuses they did not transmit any data, received none. Distraught by the noise Solomon went through the blueprints, surely the ever paranoid admiralty had insalled weapons lockers in the cryo crawl spaces. After a meter or two he had found what he was looking for. Disguised as a normal cryogenic chamber.
At first Johannes was shocked when his friend opened the chamber but welcomed the gun that floated towards him with gratitude.
“Don’t engage the laser! Just pull the trigger, the overcharged needles will do the rest.” Momentarily they continued through the narrowness.
After a few meters both held on to the rails, the other hand at the gun. Both had heard the weird noise. “Definitely not human or feline. Maybe the cryo chambers?” Johannes’ voice was begging for Solomon to say yes, but the Admiral just shook his head.
A slight draft in the direction they were heading made the two even more uneasy, suddenly a shape rushed by in the direction of a hatch, a moment later the hydraulic hiss of it closing called them to action.
Hastily the two floated to the hatch, immediately Solomon tried opening it but found it impossible. “Solomon.”
“It won’t open. ”
Still the Admiral tried to open the hatch, Johannes grabbed him by one shoulder, jerked him around. Opposite of the hatch, at the next cryogenic chamber sat a weird device that obviously wasn’t part of the ship, or the cryo equipment. An antenna of sorts extended to the small window, data in strange scribbling flashed on a small screen.
“What the hell?”
As soon as he had discovered the device Johannes had initiated a recording on his glasses. “I figure it is scanning the person inside, if we correlate it to the data readings from the cryogenic chamber we might be able to crack their language.” Grateful that the cryogenic chamber communicated wireless Johannes drew all available data from the subject inside.
Half in panic Solomon reached for the device, but stopped at the last moment, as he thought that it might be boobytrapped. “Can we seal that hatch? I’m not so eager for company right now.” Johannes kept recording the display, noticing that the symbols started to repeat themselves.
Feeling his heart beat in his throat, Solomon turned back to the hatch. It was sealed. But from the other side, meaning the creature could reopen it at any given time.
Quickly he reached for his gun. “Seal, not blast open!” Ignoring Johannes’ protest Solomon turned the UV laser on. Using it as a blow torch he welded the edges of the hatch shut. “I am sealing it.” The calmness in his voice had a soothing effect on Johannes. “Alright, I’m getting just repeats now. Let’s get outta here.” Johannes turned the recording off and began moving onward, Solomon looked again at the welded hatch. A small part of him was curious about what was on the other side, but for the most part he was just glad that a possible threat was locked away from him.
Sudden hisses drew his attention to Johannes. The oxygen propelled needles from his gun clinked against the hull of the crawl space. A hissing growl from farther ahead was the reply.
“What?” Johannes held on to the rail with his left, the gun in his right was shaking. “Another one of these things, maybe the same. While we stopped back there it could’ve double backed to the next hatch, could it?”
Solomon shook his head, ahead was no other hatch, except one leading to the Beta Ring siphon section. He too took out his gun, turning the setting from laser to needle. If in deed it was an unknown creature he didn’t want to kill it.
Unless necessary.
Something hit the wall next to the two men, leaving a scorchmark. Immediately both backed away a little, realizing that there was no cover for them, but the creature was sufficiently small enough to duck close to the cryogenic chamber lids. Another hit struck the wall above a cryo lid.
Solomon and Johannes returned fire with the needles.
With a screech the creature tried to flee but got struck. Immediately the electric discharge of the needles paralysed it.
Seizing its weapon Solomon left the creature defenseless, Johannes immediately grabbed its upper extremities, hoping that those were the the hands. “It’s small.” He noted, if it stood upright it might be as tall as his hip.
Examination would have to wait both decided non verbally as they heard ruttling noise from the sealed hatch. Quickly they pushed and pulled onwards to the hatch leading to the beta ring siphons.