Veteran/Gate/Responds

But they do not go bravely.Their electric sticks shake in their hands.The family responds likewise.The nursing mother and child to the center of the cage;the two boys towards a corner-the smaller hopping on the larger's shoulders,and the father-with the mad mad eyes of a veteran soldier-towards the gate.

Gentle/Thugs/Sticks

Pointing to this gentle family,Timber gives her order"I want the nursing child...boiled in it's mother's milk."
"Yes,'em,"says the minor official.He quickly snaps his fingers and two henchmen/thugs holding electric sticks head towards their cage.

Siblings/Spill/Sharing

Timber finishes the man and puts the spill to the man's mouth.Suddenly,she sees a cage off in the distance with what seems like a somewhat normal family unit.The woman is breast feeding an infant.The man is sharing gruel with two well behaved male siblings.

Chains/Male/Lava

In cages hanging from chains hooked to far up ceilings are naked people.Some crates are so small that there is no room for the child to do anything but to stand pressed upright against the bars.Others swinging over what is a canyon of molten lava are human families.There is no mercy in these cages.An adult male is sexually having his way with a small boy.In another,an animistic woman is jumping up and down on the head of a dead female.They spill urine and feces at will where they are standing.Timber,excited and titillated,grabs the man sex toy's member and starts making him grow.Loyal is horrified.

Mirage/Air/Oppressive

The heat is oppressive.Wrinkles that are almost invisible wave through the air.Loyal half expects to see a mirage in the distance.What he does see is a vision from Dante's Infernal.Hell is real,so it seems.

Manly/Radiates/Hand

Timber,still strapped in her seat squirms and moans as the thought vision changes.She,is now dressed in thin heat retardant official gear and traveling down an ancient hand carved stone hallway.She is with some minor official and a manly sex toy whom is naked from the waist down.As they turn the corner,heat radiates in a huge blast towards them.They have reached the main entrance.

Unsettles/Hanging/Yarn

Loyal has known Hell before this,but seeing Timber this way highly unsettles him.Perhaps hanging with humans has softened him[I'm an archangel for crying out loud!].Either way,he forces the device forward-pass this yarn of excess.

Pops/Sprinkled/Naked

A naked fat man with a small penis steps besides Timber.He grabs her main course by her blond hair and lifts.The top of the skull pops off revealing a mixture of blended brain sprinkled with a red sugar like powder.Timber takes a spoonful and then with it still in her mouth,takes in the man.

Passionately/Themselves/Induced

Loyal sees that there must have be some type of drug induced into the flesh of the heads.Men and women start loosing their inhibitions-stripping themselves of their clothing-passionately kissing and foundling each other...all the while still devouring the child-head meats.

Lion/Peppermint/About

Each table has one such head(that she herself received one for only herself must have meant that it was considered a honor to her position).But,how does one go about eating a human head?She glances at the other guests.With their steely knifes,they are each attacking their face like a lion devouring a zebra Kill.Timber slices a bit of the girl's cheek and puts it in her mouth.Mmmm...peppermint.

Poke/Threatened/hip

Timber always considers herself more hip,than square,but when the server in the skimpy maid's costume lifts up the lid to her food tray...underneath is the severed head of the chubby cheeked girl.There is a garnish around her severed neck,an there is an apple in the girl's small round mouth.Her dead unseeing eyes bulge out of their sockets as if in the end of her life she knew she was being threatened with her own death.To Timber''s amazement,the eyes continue to poke out of the once pretty girl's skull.

Ramp/Killer/Moment

The killer moment is done.Brilliant lights flash on and off.Woman in Skimpy maid outfits push trays between the corpses and down a ramp,out into the dinning area.It is the main course.Each dish is covered with a large silver lid."Hmmm,"wonders Timber,"What could be under this covering?"

Question/Umbrella/Jeopardy

Strangely,Timber does not feel herself in any way in jeopardy.She does not question the brutality of the soldier's actions.Far from it.She feels right at home watching this show.Like she should be drinking from an umbrella drink,relaxing on a beach.Well,she justifies her thoughts to herself,this is Hell after all.

Hardly/Yesterday/Orange

There is hardly any time for Timber to register the taste of citrus on her tongue when the VI thrust their swords into each other's bellies and violently push upwards.Yesterday,she had only heard of such spectacles,but now,with the taste of sweet orange in her mouth,Timber marvels as the soldiers keep killing until they are all dead.

Foreign/Period/Zest

There is a foreign taste to the sweet meat;a citrus zest,so to speak,that Timber finds most appealing.Meanwhile,in the period it has taken her to comprehend this delight,the VI finish doing magic tricks with their swords.Suddenly,each of the remaining twelve soldiers divides into pairs across from each other.They grab each other by their head hair.

Wrap/Disappointed/Going

Timber knows that no one is going to be disappointed with this delicious finger food dish.It is similar to Vienna sausage except for the fact that each sausage having a tissue thin outer-skin wrap.The meat is extremely sweet and melts in her mouth.And a sip of the blood wine seems to compliment it's taste even further.

Nation/Broke/Memorial

There seemed nothing memorial about the lapsed off head.The performers never even broke their stride.The servers took away the first dish and replaced it with a second-a little something called 'Hell Nation Finger Food'-as though nothing unusual had even happened.

Generate/Envy/Venus

The twirling blades can generate envy from any world's best swordsmen,be it Venus,Mars,Heaven or Earth.These soldiers are definitely VI*.Suddenly,in their harrowing dance,a man is left alone[sort of like in musical chairs].Without knowing by whom,his severed head falls just before his body.The diners cheer.










*VI pronounced VEE EYE

Thirteen/Miss/Window

Through the picture window Timber sees thirteen soldiers march from the disabled ship to the small stage in front of where the party has been dining.They all draw out their swords ,twirling them close to each other's heads.The swords do not miss their mark by much.

Gorgeous/Carbohydrates/Nibble

A gorgeous plate of greens with a flaky tender looking meat wrapped in a flat unleavened bread and covered with a thick yellow creamy sauce is set in front of her.Timber thinks that there are probably enough carbohydrates in this appetizer to choke a cow...even if she only takes a nibble or two.

Anniversary/Is/Doctor

"Finally,"finished Simon 9 raising his glass of blood-red wine,"This is history in the making.As we sit down to a dinner of Hell's finest dishes,and as we are entertained by Doctor Crobe's 'Blackwater Army',I offer a toast:'Let the memories of this historic occurrence always be celebrated on the yearly anniversary date of this momentous occasion on both Heaven and Hell."

"Here!Here!"went the crowd.

Boogie/Chase/Exit

Simon 9 continues his speech,"The people of Heaven have long though of us as the 'Boogie men' hiding beneath their bed's,and we have thought of them as the 'Square Self-Righteous Asses' trying to hold us down.The truth is...is that we must chase these self fulfilling images out the exit door.With Archangel Timber Lionise as the new ambassador to Hell,we will soon gain acceptance of each other's cultures .And that will lead to a better understanding of both cultures and ,then,hopefully to a lasting peace."

Captain/Delicate/Again

"Never again will our relationship be so delicate that we will not be able to captain our ship of friendship together,to fight for the common causes of justice,peace and prosperity."

Hate/Partnership/Seduce

Timber is taken to the formal dinning hall of Hell Capitol.Amongst the lavishly dressed upper crust guests stands the famous moving statue,'Entwined'.A devil and an angel perpetually wrestling.

Simon 9 goes to the podium to speak."There can be no better place for these new beginnings between Heaven and Hell,then right here,"He begins,speaking directly to Timber(and therefore everyone else)."For the first time we are trying not to hate;we are trying not to seduce;we are trying to work together.This will be a new 'partnership'.The dawn of a new day of understanding."

Sweat/Grace/Late

"We are running late,"Simon 9 says to Timber in whispered tones,"But if you could grace us with your presence for just one more formality..."

"No sweat,"intones Timber back to him.

Always/Tangle/Unprotected

Simon 9 quickly rushes Timber away from the tangle of people servicing the crippled ship,simply stating that the group is unprotected in case the transport leaks any contaminates."That's always the excuse when someone wants something not to be seen,"thinks Timber.

Legendary/Vibrate/Damaged

Continuing her travels,Timber is taken through the rest of the port.She feels the ground vibrate and looks up.A hugh heavily damaged military transport is desending.

Pickle/Cheeks/Dance

Timber's thoughts wrap around the thin air and leave an image clear as a bell for Loyal to see....
....She has just descended from her ship and the delegation from Hell-lead by Simon 9 himself-is leading her to a dance troop of little girls wearing fancy pickle dresses.Their hair is twisted in ponytails,they all have the happiest smiles imaginable.

"The class is all aware and honored that you will be having the great honor of choosing one,and I am afraid only one,of them for dinner tonight.Be my guess and choose any one of the girls you would so choose."

Timber smiles,these beautiful girls are not what she has expected from Hell at all,"That pretty one over there,"Timber says smiling,"The one with the cutest rosy cheeks."

Congested/Bubble/Burn

"This may burn,"she hears the voice say.She feels a prick and then a fizzy-bubble upon bubble congested sort of feeling enter her head.Hallucinating{or thinking she is},her thoughts appear to her in what we would consider a word balloon...but with pictures.

"Tell me about Hell,"she hears the voice say.

Hello/Lush/Alter

[Somewhat Later]:"Hello?"Somewhere deep inside her Timber hears a voice."Hello?"She hears again.She wakes with a start.Her hands and feet are bond.A smooth lush cloth covers her eyes,but that does not alter the fact that she has somehow become someone's prisoner.

Avoid/Spin/Extention

Nothing Loyal can do now can avoid the spin of deception on his part.It is an extention of the situation.He must tie Timber down and ask her questions.Only then can he get to the root of the matter.

Center/Tax/Wonder

Loyal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nostrils.Her DNA has been manipulated.No need to wonder by whom.Destiny or free will?It does not tax his brain.In the end,the center of the debate is irrelevant.Life goes forward.

Sometimes/Golden/Quiz

Loyal takes the leaf over to the golden rule and places it under it's teek light.He presses in Timber's code.The results aren't so much from a test,but rather,more from a quiz.Sometimes that is all you really need.

Solo/Delicate/Leaf

He goes to the old-centuries old-Catholic Bible on his mission desk and opens the book gently.Inside of it is a solo,delicate maple leaf.The perfect place to hide DNA memory shifts.If it is or isn't Timber-he will soon find out.

Headstand/Cadillac/Blind

He must be blind not to have seen it before.The thrust of a cadillac converter explosion would make any transfer of the owner's code nearly impossible.The headstand to the cheater helmet was just too unstable.That was why they have always transferred via fishing line.Shit!Loyal hopes he isn't too late.

Ample/Well/Create

Loyal grasps his faith stone and emerges from the bath.The vision has,as expected,cleared his mind and has bought him ample time to create a well thought out plan.

Sent/Cent/Scent

When Loyal was sent out to find his Faith Stone,he went without one red cent to his name.But of course that was the normal way.Thus began the moral journey of most sixteen old youths.But unlike so many others whom joined The Corp to earn their stone,Loyal quickly found the scent to his stone laid along a different path.He stole his.

Elevate/Contrast/Memory

Loyal touches his faith stone.It is burnt orange and clear.In stark contrast to the 'think bath' it holds no special powers of it's own.It does not elevate your memory,nor does it let you speak to sprirt guides.It only holds what you bring to it.And in that,it is Loyal's most special and powerful tool.

Bongo/Little/Collar

Oscar moves a little closer to the branch collar to avoid the jest of the ever increasing wind speed.But still the raven says nothing.Dust is kicking up along the horizon.For some reason,this brown advancing cloud reminds Loyal of long ago when he was but a child...of the oncoming herd of wild bongo that stampeded along the Serengeti surrounding his family.

Suddenly,Loyal understands the message.

Tank/Cosmic/Eclipse

Intellectually,Loyal knows he is only soaking in a 'thought tank' taking a 'think bath',but instinctively,he also knows that Oscar is the cosmic soul of truth.The raven is Loyal's spirit guide-it's friendship and realness able to eclipse all other swallower truths.And he hates that Oscar is just wavering there,saying nothing to him.

Starlit/Whistle/Thistle

A deep blue starlit sky replaces the fading orange of the evening twi-light.A breeze blows through the field of thistle and uncut grass like the silent whistle of a muted harpy.The wind ruffles Oscar's feathers,but the raven remains silent.

Brave/Rusted/Ear

"One does not need to be brave to hear that the rusted gate needs oil;only an open ear,"quotes Oscar.

Wheat/Barren/Elegant/Gloves

The vision ends.Loyal is sitting under the oak tree,with the raven,Oscar,preaching above him.Oscar crows,"All of the elegant gloves in the world can not harvest wheat from the barren ground."

The sun is just set;the partly cloudy sky is glowing a radiant orange.Loyal glances up at Oscar and then picking up a small stone,he tosses it,"I am not a fool,Oscar.I know the moral of this Al-Yeshua lesson."

"But my job is to make sure you see the connections,"caws Oscar.

Gold/Manifest/Pure

In the fading memories of the dying Blade none can manifest the pure gold of precious memory as those of when he was a young pup.His life was at it's most comfortable and loving back then.It was only when he got separated from his human family and got lost in the woods forever that he had took control of his own destiny.But in his dying moments,it is that young pup that he truly envies.

Crave/Icicle/Abundant

Icicle,or Ice,as his pre-teenage female human calls him(so called because the young puppy loves putting his cold nose against her legs),loves his mother,Millie.He is the only pup the humans have kept.He is at the awkward age where he his wearing out his mother's abundant love.Where she used to crave his attention,now,she wearies of it,and her love wavers.Icicle sees this as wisdom on her part,and admires her more for it.

Give/Homeless/Panic

Millie can never be like Spirit,though she wants to be.She can not even acknowledge the thought of running away free like him.It would only give her panic attacks of being kicked out and of being left homeless.Yet,she admires him to death for his wiliness to bare the chain for the other moments of pure freedom.

Exit/Belief

Spirit admires Dealer.It is Spirit's belief that Dealer has the best of both worlds....and freedom.He is never chained up after being gone for days on end.It hurts Spirit to see Dealer exit out of the back of the yard while he can only tug at the end of his chain,and dream to be going with him.

Dealer/Whisp

Compared to Darkeye,Dealer is just a whisp of a pup.Smaller by half then Darkeye,Dealer has earned his name.He is crafty in the ways of both man and wild.But he has always wished he was more like his idol,Darkeye.Darkeye is a beast of passion-he took on King for crying out loud...and losing only made him wilder.Smarts were one thing...but to Dealer,the qualities of instinct and passion were so much more,and he lacked both.

Alternate/Fluent/Reverse

Darkeye's fluent movements in the woods,or on the hunt,were just the reverse of his clumsiness around Greytail.It was like he was some alternate universe Darkeye when he was around her.He knew it was foolish of him to try to mate with her:especially with her being pregnant with King's pups,but he could not help himself.Even with the anguish of being banned from the pack..and forced to hunt with human strays,or worse,alone,he knew he would not be able stop himself from doing it again.

Ornament/Clay

Greytail knows she is no mere ornament to the mighty King.After all she does carry his pups inside of her.And has he banished Darkeye for trying to mate with her.She digs in the cool clay and lays herself down.Oh,how she admires King.

Crystal/Blade

An orange beam of light goes straight up off the raising sun as Oscar caws 'The Tale Of The Tail':"King looks over at Blade.It is crystal clear to him though Blade is now very long of tooth,and his very days are numbered,that he-the mighty King-still envies him.

Blade had ruled the pack a long many years.King knows he should have killed him,but Blade still has wisdom that the young ruler can use.Blade is wounded and tired.King wishes,nay,hopes,he can last as long and lead as well as Blade has done.

Tail/Tale

Somewhat later Loyal is emerged in his think bath.He is sitting under an oak tree on a warm summer morning at mid-twilight.In a branch slightly above him is his muse,a talking raven named Oscar,"What you are seeking,"crows Oscar,"Is not a linear history lesson,but more of a ancient story...a parable,if you will,we call this story,'The Tale of The Tail'.......... ".

Steep

"Father,Tipid is correct.No on loved Theophilus more then me...and...even though we have no idea who the VI are,should we just automatically keep going back again and again?"

"Your words of caution show your fear LMDC.Not only will I steep myself in a think bath,but I will acknowledge the books as well before we proceed,"Then putting his forehead to Timber's,"I feel you have bought us,at least,that much time."

Gravity

The gravity of the situation was not lost on Tipid,"We must not be rash in our decisions,Brave Loyal.This tragedy maybe the catalyst that leads to a lasting peace,or treaty of understanding."

Basket

Loyal and LMDC look at each other.Who or what were The VI?

Suddenly,Timber arches up,hands spread out,and shouts,"Theophilus!Theophilus!'She clutches hold of Loyal and LMDC,"They,they gave me Theophilus' head in a basket."

Things were amiss.Theophilus was a pilot.You could not take him unawares.Right then and there,Loyal knows that he will find the answers-loop or no loop-even if he has to go to Hell and back to find them.

Twirl

"Your head is going to twirl around with ideas and thoughts for an hour or so,"begins Loyal,"And it maybe days before your memory fully recovers...But,my dear Timber,are you coherent enough to tell us what happened aboard The Maid?"

"There were VI aboard,"She tilts her head as if having an earache,"But it is funny..I don't remember what VI are."

Seperate

They lead Timber to a ground chair and have her sit.They put their foreheads together with her's.LMDC covers her with a comfort cloth,"I never had to do that before,"Timber says,rolling her head,"I am having a hard time keeping time seperate.There are two of LMDC weaving in and out.And...it's so confusing."

Combination

Loyal looks to LMDC,"The combination of having her atoms dispersed throughout the voice transmission is vastly different then walking through the doors.It is far more unsettling.She will have very limited memory of the past 48 hours.Now,knowing that,let's go welcome her."

Mantra

Loyal helps LMDC to her feet and then they head to the room of transport.Suddenly,near the door,off to the side on a pad,there comes a mantra like hum,"Em,em,em,em,em,em,em,em,em,em,em."Wind wisps in a circular fashion becoming a tornado type whirlwind which instantly dissipates into the bulking form of the beautiful naked Timber.

Heal

"But why did she not just come through the door?"LMDC asks in desperate panic.

"The Maid blew up[a loud gasp from LMDC].Tipid says there is enough data to save her."

"The others...."

"It depends on how current their transmissions are.We will replicate them as best we can-if that was their will-but we have more important matters.I feel this time line is injured as well..."

...'And time heals all wounds,"mutters LMDC,"I understand."

Hover

"AAAaaaaH!"LMDC wakes with a start.She is having trouble catching her breath,panic striken,"Mother!?!Mother?!!"

Loyal rushes to her side.The Akron rumbles like it is being hit by an ocean wave and then settles down.She looks into Loyal's eyes,"Father,what has just happened?"

A duel image of LMDC seems to hover behind her.Fire seems to to shot out of this transparent double's hands:AT HIM.Loyal puts is forehead to hers,"Quiet,daugher,"and then he whispers to her,"Be brave,your mother is being brought abroad via voice signal."

Cadillac

"No!"yells Loyal,pounding the window."No!"

"The explosion,"states Tipid calmly,"Was caused by a core breach to the cadillac converter.It appears that Timber knew this.She transported her owners code via the voice signal...That caused the voice glitch that we heard.We can retrieve her."

Maid

As Loyal thinks these thoughts,he watches as the reflecting starlight illuminates the faraway starship.It is 'The Maid of Zarlingo'.It is Timber's ship,named after the nameless maid from the planet Zarlingo that hid Al -Yeshua in the hold of the escaping Macon.

Every youngling knows the story:"She is nameless,because she is every woman."

Tipid speaks,"There is an incoming message from 'The Maid'..."My Kindred,I had a dream which speaks to the holy trio.You must[unintelligible] go back and fix...."

Loyal smiles at Timber's voice.He is still smiling when the glow of 'The Maid' intensives and brightens and expands in the darkness of space.

Stream

Loyal knows that Timber will be very interested in their adventure into The Time Stream...and more then likely-now more then ever-want to meddle.He sighs.He knows instictively that that is the wrong thing to do.

Rocky

Timber is coming back from her negotiations with the Hellions.Hell is one of the 'Three Planets'...Earth and Heaven being the other two....that are 'Untouchable'.

The negotiations had gotten off to a rocky start right from the beginning.If Timber could not have regrown her limbs,she would be handless,now...and that Satan breeder and his horde would still be around to gloat.

Clasp

Timber is aboard this Starship.They are both Children of Keturah.He is a son.She is a daughter.He embraces their time of reflection.Naked,they will clasp their hands together,and raise them in worship as they touch foreheads,noses,lips,on down.Giving praise to Al-Yeshua always means more with her.

Surge

As Loyal almost unthinkingly watches the far away starship,a surge of anxiety floods through his being.Destiny is a fickle ally,he thinks,yet...here it is.

Deeper

"We can go deeper,"states Tipid,"I believe she can handle it."

"Yes,but should we?Is it worth putting her through the trouble?We could just end up making matters worst."

"If you are afraid for her,THEY had a machine....Perhaps...if we go back,I can tap into myself,and learn how to construct one."

Loyal hesitates..."I am afraid of THIS machine on many levels." Out of the window Loyal sees a distant star that appears to be moving-the telltale sign of an incoming starship..."I am afraid we will create a LOOP."

Kettle

Loyal,has the right to worry.Have they not just settled the Kettle Rebellion?Weren't there still raiders on the outskirts?Wasn't bureaucracy slowly destroying the Holy Empire from within?Yet,his inner self doubts he would have allowed such meddling unless there were something deeper-more drastic....but then that was the crutch wasn't it.He wasn't in charge there-they had had a King.

Flame

Like a flame suddenly put out,LMDC,Tipid and Loyal are back aboard The Akron,"She is asleep,"states Tipid as she raises her hands off the teenage girl and Loyal.

Loyal goes over to his daughter and puts his forehead against hers,"Sleep well,my French and Spanish daughter.We are Kindred,"He raises and turns to Tipid,"We caused this.How?"

I sensed machines.Something we are incapable of."

Loyal puts his hands behind his back and looks out the window,"We must have been desperate....I wonder...did we make things better or worse?"

Outback

The holy trinity watch the ancients as they talk,"Nik is going out on a date tonight with a poet named Alice."

"Really...Good for you,Nik.Where are you taking her?"

"Oh,"said Nik,biting into his sandwich,"I don't know,either Applebee's or the Outback Steakhouse."

Suddenly,between The woman and the elder man,a reflection-like that of something in the water-appears bridging the gap between them,"Oooh,"sighs LMDC weakly,her eyes widening,her knees buckling.

Loyal and Tipid both see what she sees.They both gasp.It is Tipid between the male and female.

Disparate

The older tree worker kisses the pretty woman and thanks her for bringing the food.

"This moment causes a disparate rift in time,"Loyal states holding his hands out like he is trapped inside of an invisible box,"We...."he pauses as if trying to hear a faint noise..."We..we had a King and Queen."

Sliver

Loyal,outstretching his arms,holds them back,each,still in the time stream up to their ankles.They watch as the two tree harvesters march back to their truck.Loyal sees a gleam.A shimmer.A sliver of fault in the time around them.

"Sssh,"he says,"This is where it happens.A car pulls up behind the truck.An attractive woman steps out carrying a paper bag of quickly purchased food.She throws a silver bundle to each man,"Here,"she says,"I thought you two might be hungry.A Whopper OK?"

Anti/Wade

LMDC,Tipid and Loyal are in a phase induced by LMDC's gifts called ,'The Time Stream'.It is like the anti-now.They can not be seen or felt(for the most part-by most people).To traverse the stream you have to float or swim like a fish through it.But when you get close to your target(for that is what it is- a target),it is like getting closer and closer to shore and you have to brace yourself as you wade yourself through it.

Auntie

As seemingly spirits,they move closer as the man finishes sawing the stump.Walking towards the truck with a younger man,they listen as he speaks on the way to the vehicle,"Hello,"says the older man,"Auntie Em,Auntie Em,I don't think we are in Kansas anymore."

"Screw you,man.I know.I know."

"They are speaking English,"exclaims Tipid,"But I have no idea what they are saying."

Sinner

Loyal moves the holy trio not so much as forward as towards.Not so much as much to sinner as to the 'wronger',"There,"he says,"The one removing the stump of the tree.It is him."

Saint

The time spiral starts reversing itself,now,it is going forward in history.The Saint Louis Cardinals have just defeated the Detroit Tigers in the World Series when Loyal says,"This is it.Go back to the spring.Further east.

Differ

LMDC,Tipid,and Loyal are a holy trinity of timeline exploration.LMDC's natural abilities are channeled and shared via Tipid.And no one is as capable of reading timeline fluctuations as Loyal.It is more then being just fluent in history.Loyal can automatically tell-in ways he himself does not understand-how singularities can differ if,when and where they occur.

Catastrophe

Now wavers.The Third Kingdom goes flashing by.So does the Spice Revolt,The Second Kingdom.The death and birth of Al-Yeshua.The Spreading,The Nuking of The '3'[Mecca/The Vatican & The Great Church];The Swarm Catastrophe,The Friendship Wars,The Grafting,The Expounding To Colonize,The Second American Civil War;The Elvis,The founding of Rockenrol{Things are getting tighter,now},The San San Earthquake,WWIII,The Iraqi-Hurricane Katrina-War,Bosnia,The Persian Gulf War.. the swirl stops...and starts moving forward...

Melt

Tipid places an open palm against LMDC's face and then grasps hands with Loyal,"We are Kindred,"she says,"We are Kindred,"chant both LMDC and Loyal back to the shadow woman.
"Let go of the now.There is no future.There is no past.All are one.Melt away the concept of time.Melt away the concept of self.You are 'I AM'.

French

The chamber's door opens and Loyal walks in.Though he has a smile on his face,his eyes are showing deep concern,"French and Spanish,girl,"Loyal says,hugging her,"Are you OK?"

LMDC shakes her head,yes,nervously.

"This could be rough.Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Yes,father,please,I have too."

"OK.Tipid,do what has to be done.Lumber,do not let us be disturbed."

Reticent

"Are you afraid of what you might find,Tipid?Is that why you are willing to wait for my father?"
"Unlike dimensional shifts,time shifts can be very reticent.Your father is very good at...how do you say it...reading between the lines."

Ritual

"Loyal is still at the Al-Yeshua ritual,"proclaimed Lumber in her usual foreboding tone,"But I have asterisked and highlighted his link and he will be here shortly."
"Will you read me,Tipid?"
"I am sure your father will want me to,but I will not do so until I am told.You are the 'Time Sensitive'.There is danger in going too deep.I will need your father to ride with me."
"OK."

Anger

I:::
"I feel anger radiating from you,LMDC,are you OK?"
"Yes,Tipid,I....suddenly...just felt light headed...for a second."
"Can you say what caused it?"asks Lumber,concerned.
LMDC sits down in the ground chair,"Time may have changed.Please call my Father."

Kindred

"So,then,do we go to SR-090?"
"Look around;Sheba is dead,Loyal is dying,we are betrayed,about to be re-boarded,and Am's fleet is gone....Tipid.Can you make the SL-D2 work?"
*There is an explosion that rocks the ship.*
"Yes-there is an 89% assurance that I can succeed."
"Then get lost."
"We are Kindred."
"Yes,we are Kindred,rockenrol."
"Rockenrol,"and with that,Tipid vanishes.

Sticky

"He did not die,"answers Tipid,"Nor,in fact,even get hurt.But he is not,I believe,still with Katrina."
Etiti sooths his hands over Loyal,"What does that mean?Is he the one or not?"
Lumber,who is encasing LMDC,states,"He is in SL-D2.There could only be the other in SR-090."
"It is,"whispers Loyal in a painful moan,"Another sticky wicket that we have gotten ourselves into."

Finally

"She is 'VI',"Tipid says lifting her hand from LMDC's body,"And the Queen 'is' dead.I do not believe she killed her,though her 'E-M Log' does not go back far enough to confirm this."
Etiti looks around.They have withstood the breach...actually,LMDC's errant shot had destroyed the receiver,"Well,I guess Loyal finally found his spy.Damn her."
He sighs,"Tipid,mission accomplished?"

Retribution

You fire at your father and he goes up in flames.You feel strong arms across your chest.You feel and hear your own ribs crack.Your heat is strickly internal.You are losing consciousness,but you are glad.You got your retribution.

Supercilious

You do not hide your supercilious feelings as you see Etiti.Actual flames erupt in your eyes.With both arms you fire at him:and miss.Both vapourize demons on either side of him.
You curse your luck and get ready to aim again when Loyal shouts to you,"You are supposed to be protecting the Queen.Why are you not at your post?"
"The Queen is dead," you sneer,"And so are you."

Soup

{ I know you-but until this moment,I did not know that you were VI* }You place your hand on the screen.'The Door' opens.You walk through the soup,not caring if there are any reptiles in it.You enter The Akron.My back is towards you.You walk right by.







*pronounced:Vee-Eye

Insanity

You are in no hurry to walk through 'The Door' over to the insanity on The Akron,but Etiti is over there(probably fighting toe to toe with Loyal-you don't want to see him either...but for different reasons).You know you will probably die there,but you will live long enough to see it on their faces.They will know that it was you that brought down the mighty AM.

Exhilarating

...Meanwhile,high above the Earth-3,000 years into the future....You lookout through the window of the flagship,'FEM-Greystroke'.It is an exhilarating sight.Satan ships are everywhere.AM's fleet is destroyed.The mothership,'The Macon III ' lay still,and'The Akron' is about to be boarded.

You look inward.Queen Sheba lay dead,some sort of metal rod going through her Cheater helmet.And AM,the mighty AM,is about to loose even more.You will see to that.

Malleable

On most things a 'C' man's mind was malleable and easily sculpted to a journeyman's will.Quitting time was one of the more bendable times."

"We're done,"I said.I got no argument from Nik.

Corkscrew

I finished the stump and kicked the log off it's base.Here and there there were twigs and sticks stuck into the ground.But this wasn't a corkscrew willow-they wouldn't grow,and we didn't have to clean them up.This silver maple was history

Underwater

Underwater,the deeper you go,the more force-or pressure-you have pushing against you.In a sideways sort of way,it is the same cutting through a stump.As the blade cuts wood,there is more force exerted against the saw blade.In other words,the emptiness left behind by the cutting action is replaced by the now displaced weight of the stump.
A good way to counter act this is by using little bits and pieces of the bark,and placing them as supports where the blade has left no support.

Effulgent

The sharpened blade was kicking out a stream of sawdust that seemed to gleam like an effulgent spray of a thousand jewels in the bellowing sunlight.Not to many people recognized this joy.Fewer still,knew that they even saw it.

Odyssey

The odyssey from living tree to firewood was almost complete for this silver maple.I roared the engine,put the base of the saw against the stump and followed it's tip-sawdust a blazin'-around the tree.

Solitary

I carefully cleaned the area around the stump.I then searched for it's highest point of contact against the ground.The solitary reason for doing this was because that would be where I started cutting.If I started anywhere else,I was guaranteed to hit dirt.

Academic

I decided to let Nik take a break and I sharpened,gassed and oiled the saw.The question on whether I could remove this massive f-up of a nasty stump was purely academic .The real question was how low I could get it.

Care

With little fanfare or care,Nikolas cut through the rest of the trunk.All that was left was the stump.