Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The Our Gang Curse


Courtesy of an email list

Ever wonder what happened to The Little Rascals?

Monday, May 30, 2005

Nights



When I was a teenager, three a.m. was my favorite part of the day. It seemed like all the world was asleep but me. I would sneak out of the house and walk the empty streets, alone with the moon and my thoughts. Dark thoughts for the most part those days, of the meaningless of life and the futility of trying. I think I was, to a degree, right about life then, I did all the things that life required only to end up working at a fast food joint at a time when I should be thinking of retirement. Divorced, bipolar with a bipolar son, no future to speak of and I feel like my life is fulfilling. From the time I could read I only wanted to do one thing with my life, and now I'm doing it. My dad had a plan for my life, something he wanted me to be, "I just want you to be happy." he said. I may not have a lot of fun, my life is more an agony than an ecstacy, but I'm happy, so my dad got his wish.

Finally



Finally got the house to myself. I'm not real fond of having people around.

Invention



Once again the grass is mowed... Can't they develop a strain that never grows and stays green all year round? Oh yeah... Astro-turf...

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Disappointed



This vacation has been such a bust, I was supposed to be writing my ass off and instead I did next to nothing. My big accomplishment today was to take a nap, same as yesterday.

Antsy



Writing is such a restless activity for me. Pacing, getting coffee, pacing, smoking cigarettes, pacing, getting coffee, writing, pacing. Finally the restlessness becomes too much and I have to forget about words for awhile and do something mindless. I'm off to the grocery store.

Leviathan 4

Intro | Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Aki sat in his cabin sifting through images, at times he was moved to tears. He hadn't gone into the caves himself, Tactical rarely went into combat, but it was standard procedure for every crew member to carry carry a holo camera so he had a wealth of images to choose from. He wasn't a stranger to battle, but to see from the viewpoint of the doomed was almost unbearable. The crew knew about Aki's project and when one of the crew fell another picked up their camera for Aki. Theere was a mystical undertone to their act, they saw Aki's composition as a tribute from the viewpoint of those who fought and the crew wanted no one left out, especially those who died. It was a door to immortality for those who lived so close to death. Aki picked up his flute and tried to match music to the scene he was watching. It was the battle for the control center, Shadow and Dancr were fighting together, moving in an intricate battle dance that he was trying to score when he saw something that made him stop. It was a look in Shadow's eyes, one Aki knew very well, the look of someone struggling with another's thoughts, Shadow was a multi-mind on the verge of disintegration.

His flute-work was flawless but something was missing, his art was lifeless. The music moved with the holo-images but it was just animation, there was no meaning, no breath of life. It was him, Aki had spent his entire life with his flute and never lived. He was a loner whose only interest was his art but, though it perfected his skills, it was the flaw in his art. Aki knew what he needed to do, experience life, but he was foolish enough to let his nature rule and went to the Nhlians. He figured that it was memories he needed but to gather them would take a lifetime, time he couldn't afford to spend when for a price he could buy the lifetime of memories he needed. He knew there was a lot of training needed to become a successful multi-mind but he had the discipline to do it, his whole life had been training.

Kendar Kolo was a premier holoflutist and he determined his son would follow in his footsteps. Before Aki could hold a flute his father played for him, he'd been playing for Aki from conception. When Aki ran to his mother for refuge from Kolo's harsh training his father sent her away. His father and his flute was Aki's entire life, he had no contact with the outside world, every waking moment was music. Even after his father died Aki was driven by the plans his father had for him. He gave himself to practice and when his perfectionism was satisfied he went to his first audition. He wasn't discouraged by his failure, he slept less and practiced more but audition after audition ended the same way, "Next!" One day, in frustration, he yelled back, "Why?" The producer was surprised by the question and instead of hollering, "Next!" again he asked, "What?" "Why are you passing me over?" Aki asked, "That piece was flawless." The producer shrugged, "Big deal, I get flawless in here all the time. What makes your music stand out?"

He knew his father would approve of his decision, becoming a multi-mind was the fastest way to achieve his ends and it required discipline. In addition, he would be a rarity, there were only four multi-mind musicians in the universe, he would be the only holoflutist. The others had chosen musicians for their second minds, a way to marry two styles, Aki was going to stand out from them by choosing a non-artist for his other mind. He wanted a different set of life experiences to add richness to his work, a life outside the disciplines of art. The problem was, he'd had very little contact with people and didn't know what kind of life would give him the wealth of memories he sought. It would be five months before he reached Nhl and he spent that time watching people, by the time they arrived he'd decided. It was the mercenaries on board that caught his attention, they were so alive, and from their stories he saw they were rich with experience. There was something else about them, a deadliness that drew Aki, he understood what a taste of death could do for his art.

It wasn't the effort to hold another mind that overwhelmed him, it was the richness of the memories, the intense emotions and experiences that came to Aki in a rush. Son Ferral had seen and done more at Aki's age than Aki expected to ever do, Aki lay in his room for days living Ferral's life. When he came to himself the integration was complete, the joining of minds was considered a success by the Nhlian techs. Aki wasn't content, though, it had become more than a way to enrich his art, he liked the feelings that had awoken in him, he liked the memories playing in his mind and he wanted more. One night, at the edge of sleep, Ferral whispered to him, "You want war." Aki knew he was right and he slept in peace. He knew war in his head, knew it in his feelings but he needed to be there himself, to live in the kill or be killed world that Ferral showed him. His flute was forgotten for the first time in his life, Aki had a new instrument to practice with, he would play the sword as flawlessly.

With the great Son Ferral in his mind Aki wouldn't have to earn a name but he still had to take a rookie contract because knowing a thing and doing it are two different things. He went to the Dark Star to be tested and Cody, impressed with Aki's stats, gave him an excellent contract. The planet under contention was Mag Verm, a freshwater world, War Sanctions decreed it off-limits for combat so it became a research war on a barren moon in the sector. As usual, new weapons were being tested but combat concepts were being tested, too, and Aki was assigned to a tactical sword wing. In those days it was a new thing to assign combat wings to tactical teams and the concept was still in development. Aki liked combat but there was another aspect of war that he liked even more. He was on a crew that held open tactical briefings and he was fascinated by the thinking involved. The mental discipline to weigh all the variables and make creative life and death decisions appealed to him. The maps, the movement, the strategy, it was like writing a symphony and it was an art Aki wanted to master. When his contract ended he headed back to Nhl.

From the time he could walk Son Ferral carried a sword. His father was a swordmaster who ran a famous dojo, he taught his son the love of the blade and trained him to be a warrior. Ferral was a natural and earned his name, Son Ferral, The Boy, at the age of twelve. He wasn't the youngest merc but he was the youngest with a name. He was barely out of puberty when he took his first lead sword job, he'd been asked before but was having too much fun on the line to accept. He never rose above lead sword, he didn't want to do anything else, and after thirty years he retired to run his father's dojo. Son Ferral died with his sword in his hand and he wasn't going to let some kid make him put it down. He wasn't happy with Aki's decision to go into tactical, he wasn't about to sit out a lifetime in tents hiding from the action. His life was the sword and he was going to keep it that way.

He struggled to awake only to realize he wasn't asleep, he was standing in the middle of his cabin, sword in hand, spent from battle with a long-dead foe. Aki awoke in a bunk, uncertain how he got there, unsure of where he was. He sat up and looked around, his sword lay on the floor, seeing it brought back the dream. The images were forgotten but the intense emotions that were the crux of the dream filled him, a battle fever, a joy of life only found when facing death, and a deep longing for something soon to be lost. He lay through the day in the grip of war-hungry feelings and when he slept he was Son Ferral wielding his sword. Aki awoke with dreams still clinging to him, he got up and looked in the mirror, reminding himself of who he was. He kept to himself during chow then went back to his room, his sword still lay in the middle of floor and he wondered how it got there. Aki sat, confused, and stared at the sword with the feeling that it was trying to tell him something. "Ferral!" Aki looked up, there was trouble on the line. He spotted the weakness at once and ran to add his strength, it was what he lived for, to draw his sword and pit himself against another. Aki looked at the sword in his hand and wondered how he could ever put it down.

Aki picked up his flute and played a wild melody, a memory of the feelings that had turned him back from Nhl. It was ten years before Aki went back, by then he was ready to put the sword down and learn the tactics of war. He looked at the picture of Shadow again, there was nothing Aki could do to help, Shadow had to win the battle for his mind himself.
~|~
Joel threw his micro-laser down in frustration, ever since the dreams he'd been struggling to control his emotions. It wasn't the same as the emotion chip, there were no buffers to regulate the intensity of feeling, no sensors to monitor his reactions and shut down the emotional input when it threatened to throw him into overload. The emotions weren't coming from the chip, they weren't algorithms designed to simulate feelings, they were real feelings from some unknown source. He had long since shut the chip down but the emotions continued and Joel felt like he was on the verge of overload all the time. He couldn't concentrate, a disaster for a thinking machine, and gave up his biotech work for the night. Instead of working on something in his cabin he shut himself down to run diagnostics and kept himself offline until morning. The feelings were back and he wondered how people handled them, it made him look at them with new eyes. He'd learned to read the emotions in people's eyes but he never looked into their depths to see the struggle to stay in control. Joel never imagined that being alive could be such chaos but when he looked at those around him he saw the reality of it. Joel was a machine, chaos meant breakdown, the inability to function, he didn't know how to deal with it like a person.

He didn't want to be a person, it wasn't what he attended when he made the mods to himself. He put in the emotion chip and the sensors that allowed him to feel pleasure and pain to understand people, to be a better warrior, one who knew his enemies. Being a person was a malfunction, something had gone wrong with his mods and the only way Joel could thing of fixing himself was to remove them. It hurt, every chip removed, every circuit rerouted was agony, surgery with no anesthetic, and when it was all done the pain continued. Pain and fear, fear of what he'd become, coursed through him and the overload he feared came, only, he didn't shut down as he was designed to in such a case, instead, he felt his mind explode.
~|~
Dek had been waiting for Joel for three hours, they were supposed to be going over schematics for a blaster mod, it was unlike Joel to be late. There was something wrong with Joel, he'd been impatient and irritable, more than once Dek had to repeat himself during briefings. Worried, Dek went to Joel's cabin but there was no answer, he was about to go back to the lab and work on something else but asked the computer to locate Joel instead. "Cabin 1795." the computer reported, Joel's cabin, "Emergency override, open cabin 1795." Dek ordered and rushed in to find Joel laying on the floor. He got on the comm, "Tech team report to lab seven. Dancr, you'd better get down there, too."
~|~
Joel struggled for air as he fought the current pulling him under. His lungs filled with air when his head broke the surface and he swam to shore. He didn't know where he was and he really didn't care, he'd nearly drowned and now he was breathing, two impossibilities.
~|~
"Diagnostics are clean, he should be coming up." Joel recognized the voice but couldn't recall the name, he opened his eyes, Bagu Dek, his lead tech, and Joel remembered they were supposed to be going over schematics. He didn't remember asking anyone else to the lab but the rest of the tech team, Dancr and Cougar were there, too. "What's up?" he asked. Dek asked a strange question, "What's the last thing you remember?" Joel checked his clock, his last memory was researching Gholdarian biotech, "I can't account for twenty-eight hours." he told Dek. "You were in overload when I found you and your emergency shut-off didn't trip." he told Joel, "I did a manual shutdown and deep scanned your systems, everything checks out. Your emotion chip has been removed and some of your circuits have been re-routed but that doesn't account for what happened.", it also didn't account for the fear and pain that Joel still felt. He remembered the mad night then and knew the feelings were never going away, he would have to learn to live with them. "The emotion chip was malfunctioning." he told Dek and explained no further. He looked over at Dancr, "My apologies for the alarm. I should have some answers on the Gholdarian implant soon." he told her then turned back to Dek, "Let's go over those schematics." Joel caught a look from Cougar on his way out, it was clear they would be speaking soon.

When Joel left the lab Cougar was waiting for him outside his cabin. "Time to talk." the shaman said and they went inside. "It wasn't the emotion chip that caused the overload." Cougar started and Joel said, "I don't know what to tell you, I don't even know what's going on." "I think you do." Cougar told him. "I've been dreaming, and feeling things, even with the chip gone." Joel admitted then added, "But I don't know why." Cougar looked into Joel's eyes and told him what he saw, "You're no longer what you were. Not a machine, not a man, something in between, something alive." Joel had already come to that conclusion but didn't understand it, "How can that be? I am a machine... an inanimate object." Cougar shook his head, "Machines don't dream, inanimate objects don't have spirits." It made no sense to Joel, "Spirit? How could I have a spirit? I was made in a lab." "Even so," Cougar answered, "the breath of life is in you. Is it so inconceivable?" "Nothing is inconceivable," Joel told him, "but it's incomprehensible." "Does it matter how it happened?" Cougar asked. "Perhaps not." Joel replied, the how and why wasn't the problem, "I can't handle it." Joel told Cougar, "The feelings are too strong, I feel like I'm about to overload all the time." Cougar's simple answer, "We all do sometimes. Life is struggle.", actually helped.

Excerpt from Shadow Stalkers by S.E.Estes


Fog

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My thoughts are shrouded in a blanket of silence. I wonder if the fog will lift?

Worry

You'd think after he became an adult I wouldn't worry so much, but the Snail is two hours late getting home from work and I'm getting very tense. It's not like he's got anywhere to go or anything to do at 7 am...

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Long Time



It's been a long time since the words flowed, when I wrote more than a few sentences at a time. Each word is hard to find, each thought hard-won.

Virus



This came to me in email:

If you receive an email entitled "Bedtimes" delete it IMMEDIATELY. Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play. It will program your phone auto dial to call only 0898 numbers. This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank. IT WILL CAUSE YOUR TOILET TO FLUSH WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING. It will drink ALL your beer. FOR GOD'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING?? It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company. It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine. If the "Bedtimes" message opened in a Windows 95/98 environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub. It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.

*** WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN. ***

And if you don't send this to 5000 people in 20 seconds, you'll fart so hard that your right leg will spasm and shoot straight out in front of you, sending sparks that will ignite the person nearest you.

Send this warning to everyone!!! THERE'S A LOT OF SADNESS IN THE WORLD! Right now, as you read this, 17 Million people are having SEX!!! And look at you - you're on the computer!!!!

Competition



Going to have to fight for the computer all morning... tried the lottery again but no luck... a laptop would be so nice...

Friday, May 27, 2005

Too True


Thursday, May 26, 2005

Still Stirring



The thoughts are still stirring but nothing has hatched yet.

I wonder

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Is there something about daylight that saps creativity? I took a week off from work and told myself I'd write my butt off, instead I struggle through the daylight hours trying to wake my mind up. The sun is about to set and now I can feel thoughts stirring.

Lunch



Nothing like a nutritious lunch.

Cleaning



First load of dishes are in the washer... barely made a dent in the mess.

Stuck



Can't seem to get moving this morning. So much to be done... cleaning house, trimming the yard, writing... and I can't get motivated to do a thing.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Drudgery



Another day of work... gack

Monday, May 23, 2005

When Wizards Dream - Final

A mini story by S.E.Estes
Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Final


As he shielded himself from his enemy's fire his mind went back to the test that earned him the right to his quest. When he went in to be examined he wasn't prepared, he had no idea how he would gain the focus necessary to pass, his search for everything would end up rendering nothing. To make matters worse, he was angry, angry with himself, and Professor Grinaar had warned him about anger. He sat down and composed himself as best he could, making the stone rise had been easy. The real test began from that point because he had to keep the stone suspended over his head for a period of time. The period of time wasn't specified beforehand, the stone had to remain motionless until a proctor signaled the end of the test. The first day wasn't a problem, neither was the second but by the third Relg felt his focus waning and as it did his anger grew. His hold on the stone about to slip, Relg remembered his professor's words, "you've seen me use anger" and though the anger was his own he gave way to its energy and felt his focus sharpen. All his time training he tried to force himself to focus but right then he realized that focus came out of yielding.

Relg was on a quest of summation, The Quest, they said. He hadn't understood what that meant, but then few did understand their quests until the end. Clearly he was at the end of his quest so he summed up. He gained the mastery of fire and that had kept the battle raging, he gained the mastery of storms and the elements and he had used them in the fight at various times. Now summation was needed, an elemental fire-storm to tear his nemesis to ashes. He understood how it could be done, yielding to the energies, to do it would destroy him as well. It was no decision, it was his quest, and many quests ended in death. He dropped his shields and gathered in the fires around him, the fire the enemy threw at him, the fire that consumed him. With his dying breath he let loose the storm and with his dying thought he remembered one other thing he learned, the nature of change.

Sundown

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Maybe now that the sun's going down my mind will wake up and the going will be a little easier.

Sisyphus


Problem



I don't know what the problem is today, every word is a struggle.

Climb

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The search for words and ideas can be arduous.

Decisions


Sunday, May 22, 2005

Peace of Mind

The storm has passed, my muse and I are at peace.

Ambition



All fired up to write but when I got back from breakfast I fell asleep... so much for good intentions.

Breakfast Time

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Going out to breakfast with the Snail and his mom and then I hope I can come back and write. My mind had been going in so many directions I hope I can write, I'm determined to but that doesn't always get the job done.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Overload



I knew I was going to end up doing this, I have so many things going on my mind can't settle on one thing.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Aftermath

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Well the storm wasn't too bad, now to start cleanup... the house has been declared a disaster area.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Still Blue

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No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

Blue Condition Cream


Leviathan 3

Intro | Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Shadow disintegrated the night before they left. The Old Man didn't make it out of the cave-in and when they finally were out of the tunnels they all looked to Dancr for leadership. She was younger and less experienced than many of them but the Old Man had chosen her and her crew accepted it. She'd proven herself in battle, proven her leadership and combat skills, most figured they could do worse. They already had a plan if they escaped the caves and they followed it to their next camp. She'd been busy with her responsibilities but she noticed Shadow's absence at chow and her worries returned. The caves had done their work on him, when they got out she saw in his eyes that his hold on himself was slipping, she feared that it wouldn't take much more for Shadow to be lost. She finished her food quickly and was about to look for him when a message came in on her personal, "We need to talk. South glade." She knew the spot, the message was from Shadow.

The glade was empty when Dancr got there and after waiting for a time began to worry. She was about to go look for Shadow when Isu stepped into the clearing, Dancr grew suspiscious and asked Isu what she was doing there, "M'Kael sent me." she answered. "Who?", Dancr didn't recognize the name but she should have realized who it s by the tone of Isu's voice, she crooned, "Shadow", the same love-sick way. Their was danger beneath her sultry answer and before she could get too close Dancr asked, "What is it?" Isu held up a mem-strip, "A message." Dancr would have to let her get close, she relaxed, ready for anything. Isu handed the message to Dancr and when she was inserting it into her personal she saw the flash that signaled Isu's move. Dancr dodged and the first knife barely knicked her cheek, she was amazed by Isu's speed but was ready for the knife in her right hand. Dancr knocked the blow away and pulled her sword, Isu jumped back, screamed, "You won't have him!" and threw. Her knife came in too fast for Dancr to avoid and it sunk into her shoulder, Dancr pulled her blaster and fired. Isu looked down in surprise at the hole burned into her chest and died with, "M'Kael", her last breath.

The Old Man told Mae not to trust the written word, a warning from a dream Dancr hadn't heeded. She should have shot Isu the moment she stepped into the clearing or when she called Shadow M'Kael but she wanted to hear from him and let her guard down. She'd told herself she was ready for Isu's treachery but she wanted the message, hoped enough for it to be real that she looked away. Mae was ready, though, and it was she who avoided that first blow. While Dancr eagerly sought word from Shadow, Mae took control and saved them both. The rest of the fight was Dancr's, Mae wasn't strong enough to stay in control but she knew it was just a matter of time. She sensed Dancr's fear and knew it was going to be her opening, she grieved the Old Man's death but it was going to be Mae's door to life.

She went back to camp to look for Shadow but Stalking Cougar found her first. "There was a message at my ship." he told her, she knew it could only be from Sefi and expected the worst. She was right, "It's time." he said. Dancr almost lost control, almost willingly gave herself to Mae, the responsibility was overwhelming. She wasn't ready to lead her crew and it was time to take them into the worst battle of their lives, somehow in three months she had to be ready. Mae was ready and Dancr was about to give in, run from the crushing weight that had fallen on her, then she thought of Shadow. She had to admit to herself that she fought Isu from more than self-defense, she was fighting for the man she loved. Because she loved Shadow she would fight Mae to the end, Mae's emergence would be M'Kael's end.

When the sector guards were put down we ran to a rock fall in the back. We sorted the weapons, the three blasters guarded the entrance. The rest of the weapons went up an old air shaft with twenty-seven of us. With the blasters we kept the guards who showed up at the entrance pinned down. When all were up, we let out a volley and ran for the shaft. We climbed far enough to maintain watch. When the first guards showed up in the shaft we dropped them. We were on our way up before they started shooting up at us. When the shaft leveled out, we came to a set of bars. We set everything we had against them. We threw the debris down onto the guards. We set the bars and rest of the rocks as a tangle and ran down the tunnel. When we came to the next set of bars, we could see the sun. Our hands were too bloody to work the bars, our bodies too tired to fight. We laid down our weapons and our hope of freedom.

The scene played over and over in M'Kael's mind, he didn't know what of it happened to him and what was Paintr's memories. As they marched through woods he didn't know who he was, whether he were free of the caves or a prisoner on the way to another mine or death. When they got to camp he came to himself long enough to set up his tent, he went inside to visions.

Dark memories, dark dreams and a deep burning within. I climb down the shaft. I run through burning, blood-slick caverns. Vardoc's whip is still clenched in his hand. I cut it off and tie it to my waist. My hands bleed the climb up. Dark dreams beyond counting. Light came with two guards carrying blasters. They motioned me ahead of them. Doors opened before me. Eventually I stood before someone. He watched me. "We train warriors here." I was led back to the darkness. The next light brought a room full of people, some with deadly eyes, some I recognized. One with eyes like a Galach stood before us. "I will teach you to fight." Someone laughed. "You. Up front." A huge man stepped up to the leader. "Why do you laugh?" The leader's eyes were cold, his body relaxed, his hands empty. The huge one sneered, "I have been fighting since I was a child." The leader's movements were too quick to follow, the huge one lay dead at his feet. He stared at us, "Live or die." I was returned to the darkness. At the next session two were picked from the crowd. The leader handed them blades. "Live or die." They hesitated a moment then fought to the death. The victor looked at the leader. In an eye-blink the victor was dead. "Hesitation is death." "Live or die." Those words were uttered again and again. Some lived, some died. Each fight brought new lessons and then the darkness. Throughout the darkness I replayed each fight I had seen. Remembering the faces of my kills kept the memories away.

A voice came to him out of the darkness, a voice he knew, that didn't belong to those memories, a voice from another world, "Shadow?" First he answered the voice, "Mae?" then he answered the name she called, "Dancr?", he really wasn't certain who called. "It's Dancr, Shadow. May I come in?" She told him who he was, an anchor to keep from being swept away, "Come in."

His eyes were almost unrecognizable, wild, desperate, "What's wrong, Shadow?", he shook his head. Dancr couldn't stop the next question, "Paintr?", Shadow's head jerked up and then he shook it again, angrily. She had to ask, "Do you know?", "I'm not sure." he whispered. She didn't think he even knew where he was but she wasn't going to make things worse with more questions, she sat next to him and slipped her arm around him. He lay his head on her shoulders, she wouldn't tell him what was coming up, she'd carry the weight without him until he got well or Paintr won.

A voice came to him out of the darkness, a voice he knew. She called him Shadow, but he heard "Paintr" deep within.

We were on Lautu fighting a beast that fed on anything living. When they stripped a planet bare they flew to another. They were cunning and learned from our tactics quickly. I was resting behind an outcrop of rock with some others. I felt eyes on me and looked around. She had stormy grey eyes and a warming smile. I nodded. "You have beautiful eyes," she called out to me, "you fight well. Who recruited you?" "An old man." "Perhaps the one that recruited me." "Perhaps." "You don't say much." I shrugged slightly then she said, "Your eyes are very unique. I've never seen a shade of blue so deep... like the ocean. A person could drown in them." I gazed deeply into her eyes and murmured to myself, "I could drown in yours..." I met her again on Olandi Otetis. We were in the mess tent, I felt her gaze on me across the room. I crossed over and sat across from her. "I'm Paintr." "Mae." Her golden hair was beautiful... her voice even more so. "The old man again?" "Yes," she smiled. "How do you come to know the old man?" "He's a special friend of mine." Her answer was puzzling and I said half to myself, "I can't imagine the old man with friends." She laughed. My heart leaped then she said, "I'm due back. It was nice seeing you again. If you're a friend of the old man, perhaps we'll meet again." I didn't want her to leave but that was the way of things, "Perhaps." I watched her go and continued to watch the entrance for a while after she was gone. When the fighting ended I went back to The Raptor and straight into my studio. I painted her picture, lingering over every stroke. I felt as if I were touching her.. caressing her. When I was finished painting, I gazed at her until I couldn't keep my eyes open. She filled my dreams.

She went to his tent to see how he was, Dancr didn't expect Shadow to be ready for a leadership meeting but he was much worse than she dared think. She wanted to watch over him but knew her presence was the worst thing for him and she was needed elsewhere. In the command meeting she made Cougar her second and kept everything else the same, they would leave for the spaceport the next night. "We've got a lot of wounded," she told them, "a lot of hostile territory to get through and not a whole lot of time. We go to everyone tonight and see who wants to go on, I'm not the Old Man and their contracts with him are over. Anyone who does stay on gets double what they were getting until we finish with Leviathan, after that, all deals are off." After that, she was done with it, done with war, she would return to what she should have been doing all along, dancing. She knew thre was little chance of that happening, little chance that she would return from Leviathan, but she needed something to hold onto, an anchor to keep from being swept away.

They made it to the spaceport with a Crew of 63, nearly a third of them went to the med ward they had to set up in a cargo bay to handle them all. Shadow was in terrible shape, phsically and mentally, he had to be put in a med unit for extensive work. Dancr didn't know how he did it, or who was doing it, but Shadow, or Paintr, fought like a hero in those caves. His blaster was as deadly as ever and now he was using a sword. It was exquisite, he worked them together as if he were two people and she thought, then, perhaps he was, she still thought that.

Shadow disintegrated the night before they left. The Old Man didn't make it out of the cave-in and when they finally were out of the tunnels they all looked to Dancr for leadership. She was younger and less experienced than many of them but the Old Man had chosen her and her crew accepted it. She'd proven herself in battle, proven her leadership and combat skills, most figured they could do worse. They already had a plan if they escaped the caves and they followed it to their next camp. She'd been busy with her responsibilities but she noticed Shadow's absence at chow and her worries returned. The caves had done their work on him, when they got out she saw in his eyes that his hold on himself was slipping, she feared that it wouldn't take much more for Shadow to be lost. She finished her food quickly and was about to look for him when a message came in on her personal, "We need to talk. South glade." She knew the spot, the message was from Shadow.

The glade was empty when Dancr got there and after waiting for a time began to worry. She was about to go look for Shadow when Isu stepped into the clearing, Dancr grew suspiscious and asked Isu what she was doing there, "M'Kael sent me." she answered. "Who?", Dancr didn't recognize the name but she should have realized who it s by the tone of Isu's voice, she crooned, "Shadow", the same love-sick way. Their was danger beneath her sultry answer and before she could get too close Dancr asked, "What is it?" Isu held up a mem-strip, "A message." Dancr would have to let her get close, she relaxed, ready for anything. Isu handed the message to Dancr and when she was inserting it into her personal she saw the flash that signaled Isu's move. Dancr dodged and the first knife barely knicked her cheek, she was amazed by Isu's speed but was ready for the knife in her right hand. Dancr knocked the blow away and pulled her sword, Isu jumped back, screamed, "You won't have him!" and threw. Her knife came in too fast for Dancr to avoid and it sunk into her shoulder, Dancr pulled her blaster and fired. Isu looked down in surprise at the hole burned into her chest and died with, "M'Kael", her last breath.

The Old Man told Mae not to trust the written word, a warning from a dream Dancr hadn't heeded. She should have shot Isu the moment she stepped into the clearing or when she called Shadow M'Kael but she wanted to hear from him and let her guard down. She'd told herself she was ready for Isu's treachery but she wanted the message, hoped enough for it to be real that she looked away. Mae was ready, though, and it was she who avoided that first blow. While Dancr eagerly sought word from Shadow, Mae took control and saved them both. The rest of the fight was Dancr's, Mae wasn't strong enough to stay in control but she knew it was just a matter of time. She sensed Dancr's fear and knew it was going to be her opening, she grieved the Old Man's death but it was going to be Mae's door to life.

She went back to camp to look for Shadow but Stalking Cougar found her first. "There was a message at my ship." he told her, she knew it could only be from Sefi and expected the worst. She was right, "It's time." he said. Dancr almost lost control, almost willingly gave herself to Mae, the responsibility was overwhelming. She wasn't ready to lead her crew and it was time to take them into the worst battle of their lives, somehow in three months she had to be ready. Mae was ready and Dancr was about to give in, run from the crushing weight that had fallen on her, then she thought of Shadow. She had to admit to herself that she fought Isu from more than self-defense, she was fighting for the man she loved. Because she loved Shadow she would fight Mae to the end, Mae's emergence would be M'Kael's end.

When the sector guards were put down we ran to a rock fall in the back. We sorted the weapons, the three blasters guarded the entrance. The rest of the weapons went up an old air shaft with twenty-seven of us. With the blasters we kept the guards who showed up at the entrance pinned down. When all were up, we let out a volley and ran for the shaft. We climbed far enough to maintain watch. When the first guards showed up in the shaft we dropped them. We were on our way up before they started shooting up at us. When the shaft leveled out, we came to a set of bars. We set everything we had against them. We threw the debris down onto the guards. We set the bars and rest of the rocks as a tangle and ran down the tunnel. When we came to the next set of bars, we could see the sun. Our hands were too bloody to work the bars, our bodies too tired to fight. We laid down our weapons and our hope of freedom.

The scene played over and over in M'Kael's mind, he didn't know what of it happened to him and what was Paintr's memories. As they marched through woods he didn't know who he was, whether he were free of the caves or a prisoner on the way to another mine or death. When they got to camp he came to himself long enough to set up his tent, he went inside to visions.

Dark memories, dark dreams and a deep burning within. I climb down the shaft. I run through burning, blood-slick caverns. Vardoc's whip is still clenched in his hand. I cut it off and tie it to my waist. My hands bleed the climb up. Dark dreams beyond counting. Light came with two guards carrying blasters. They motioned me ahead of them. Doors opened before me. Eventually I stood before someone. He watched me. "We train warriors here." I was led back to the darkness. The next light brought a room full of people, some with deadly eyes, some I recognized. One with eyes like a Galach stood before us. "I will teach you to fight." Someone laughed. "You. Up front." A huge man stepped up to the leader. "Why do you laugh?" The leader's eyes were cold, his body relaxed, his hands empty. The huge one sneered, "I have been fighting since I was a child." The leader's movements were too quick to follow, the huge one lay dead at his feet. He stared at us, "Live or die." I was returned to the darkness. At the next session two were picked from the crowd. The leader handed them blades. "Live or die." They hesitated a moment then fought to the death. The victor looked at the leader. In an eye-blink the victor was dead. "Hesitation is death." "Live or die." Those words were uttered again and again. Some lived, some died. Each fight brought new lessons and then the darkness. Throughout the darkness I replayed each fight I had seen. Remembering the faces of my kills kept the memories away.

A voice came to him out of the darkness, a voice he knew, that didn't belong to those memories, a voice from another world, "Shadow?" First he answered the voice, "Mae?" then he answered the name she called, "Dancr?", he really wasn't certain who called. "It's Dancr, Shadow. May I come in?" She told him who he was, an anchor to keep from being swept away, "Come in."

His eyes were almost unrecognizable, wild, desperate, "What's wrong, Shadow?", he shook his head. Dancr couldn't stop the next question, "Paintr?", Shadow's head jerked up and then he shook it again, angrily. She had to ask, "Do you know?", "I'm not sure." he whispered. She didn't think he even knew where he was but she wasn't going to make things worse with more questions, she sat next to him and slipped her arm around him. He lay his head on her shoulders, she wouldn't tell him what was coming up, she'd carry the weight without him until he got well or Paintr won.

A voice came to him out of the darkness, a voice he knew. She called him Shadow, but he heard "Paintr" deep within.

We were on Lautu fighting a beast that fed on anything living. When they stripped a planet bare they flew to another. They were cunning and learned from our tactics quickly. I was resting behind an outcrop of rock with some others. I felt eyes on me and looked around. She had stormy grey eyes and a warming smile. I nodded. "You have beautiful eyes," she called out to me, "you fight well. Who recruited you?" "An old man." "Perhaps the one that recruited me." "Perhaps." "You don't say much." I shrugged slightly then she said, "Your eyes are very unique. I've never seen a shade of blue so deep... like the ocean. A person could drown in them." I gazed deeply into her eyes and murmured to myself, "I could drown in yours..." I met her again on Olandi Otetis. We were in the mess tent, I felt her gaze on me across the room. I crossed over and sat across from her. "I'm Paintr." "Mae." Her golden hair was beautiful... her voice even more so. "The old man again?" "Yes," she smiled. "How do you come to know the old man?" "He's a special friend of mine." Her answer was puzzling and I said half to myself, "I can't imagine the old man with friends." She laughed. My heart leaped then she said, "I'm due back. It was nice seeing you again. If you're a friend of the old man, perhaps we'll meet again." I didn't want her to leave but that was the way of things, "Perhaps." I watched her go and continued to watch the entrance for a while after she was gone. When the fighting ended I went back to The Raptor and straight into my studio. I painted her picture, lingering over every stroke. I felt as if I were touching her.. caressing her. When I was finished painting, I gazed at her until I couldn't keep my eyes open. She filled my dreams.

She went to his tent to see how he was, Dancr didn't expect Shadow to be ready for a leadership meeting but he was much worse than she dared think. She wanted to watch over him but knew her presence was the worst thing for him and she was needed elsewhere. In the command meeting she made Cougar her second and kept everything else the same, they would leave for the spaceport the next night. "We've got a lot of wounded," she told them, "a lot of hostile territory to get through and not a whole lot of time. We go to everyone tonight and see who wants to go on, I'm not the Old Man and their contracts with him are over. Anyone who does stay on gets double what they were getting until we finish with Leviathan, after that, all deals are off." After that, she was done with it, done with war, she would return to what she should have been doing all along, dancing. She knew there was little chance of that happening, little chance that she would return from Leviathan, but she needed something to hold onto, an anchor to keep from being swept away.

They made it to the spaceport with a Crew of 63, nearly a third of them went to the med ward they had to set up in a cargo bay to handle them all. Shadow was in terrible shape, phsically and mentally, he had to be put in a med unit for extensive work. Dancr didn't know how he did it, or who was doing it, but Shadow, or Paintr, fought like a hero in those caves. His blaster was as deadly as ever and now he was using a sword. It was exquisite, he worked them together as if he were two people and she thought, then, perhaps he was, she still thought that.

A med unit... the fight in the inn. No... Zarral. He knew he'd died and when he knew where he was his thoughts went to Mae.

Excerpt from Shadow Stalkers by S.E.Estes


Blue Funk

I don't know why I do it, when I'm feeling good I drive myself to the edge of endurance only to make the crash even harder.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Air

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Coming up for air! The programming fever has passed and I'm working on it at a human pace, starting to think about the book again, too. About time... my muse is getting pissed.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Curious?



If you're curious about what I've been working on, check out the link. It's still half done... Well, much less than half. But I'm half way to getting the main functions going, then the fun comes where I make the game interesting, right now it's pretty bare-bones.

Lost

Got lost in my little project... let everything go to hell around me. Still, I've made a lot of progress. I have to admit, I'm an ex computer geek and it feels good to do a little programming after so may years.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Burnt Out

Barely any sleep in the past week, too obsessive...

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Damn

I knew this was going to happen... I'm totally obsessed with my new project, thing is, I don't even play games and I gave up programming years ago. Here I am smoking too many cigarettes and drink too much coffee, pulling my heart out over some stupid program bug. Maybe if I actually knew what I was doing it would help.

Overreaching



Once again I bit off more than I can chew. Told my son I'd write a computer game... I barely know JavaScript and here i am taking on such a daunting project. Ah well... I just have to make sure I don't get so caught up in it that I forget to write.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Pep



Gotta go to the Fast-n-Eat managers' pep rally today. Bad food, stupid cheers and boring lectures... I don't know what's worse, working fly-thru all day handling rude customers or the rally. Actually, I do know... damn rally...

Fog

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My mind is still wrapped in a misty blanket, thoughts shrouded in silence.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Tossed

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Restless mind, tossing waves, my thoughts are water in my grasp.

Into the Storm

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Still Drifting

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Further and further away, detached...

In the Clouds

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My mind is far away... I'm drifting, thoughtless.

Garden of the Gods


Monument Valley


Wake-me-up



The night is catching up to me, too close to work to go to sleep now.

Up With the Birds



Course, they slept...

Nearly Dawn



Still up, tweakin my blogs, shutting down my paysite... crap like that, too keyed up to sleep... I may do without.

Sunset



My sun has set.

Inside my Head


Spotted



Not sure I have the energy to give chase...
If I didn't have to work...
Still, I don't have to be in until 11...
Hmmm... I am awake

Choices

StrawberriesPastry

Got a little hungry. What do you think I picked? Simple answer of course... Strawberries and coffee?

Break



A moment to collect my energies and back to the hunt. I wonder how late it'll be tonight?