String/Deep/Flag

Still,he couldn't fight the feeling that he could not just cut the apron string and book on Kat.Something deep inside of him told him to ignore the red flag popping up inside of his head.He had to hear more.

Substance/Daisy/Napkin

Andre,in his heart of hearts,loved Kat more than almost anyone or anything.But she had broken his heart badly..and he was now in love with Ravyn.Also in his heart of hearts,he knew that these wild accusations carried about as much substance as a daisy chain on a wet napkin.

Century/Festival/Radiate

"Oh,Kat,"bemoaned the frustrated Andre,"My poor,poor,Kat"

Suddenly,she became very angry,"Look,you moron,these people..they,they came from another century...somewhere in the future.Somehow they radiate these waves..but they can't get past my hat.

"Look,look,Andre,there's this professor at Kent State,Professor Michael Stanley,he-he told me to bring you with me to the Full Moon Festival there in July...He can explain everything to you...Please,Andre,if I ever meant anything to you...come with me."

Extreme/Guilty/Cowboy

"I know I may seem like I'm some kinda wacko to you,Andre,but please,you have to listen to me.My,my dear,Andre,in extreme circumstances even the most enlightened person may appear guilty of being insane.But you have to cowboy up,man.I not only want us to be lovers,we need to be lovers."

Discipline/Standard/Width

"Oooh,Kat,"Andre sighed,"Why are you dong this?I am just finding happiness,again."

She touched her ski hat,"Most people don't have the discipline to implant a ferroelectric film into their hat,but it just has to be a standard width."Then she leaned close,"Once I did it,the 'influence' stopped immediately."

Plus/Aisle/Few

Kat always looked pretty much the same to Andre-plus or minus a few pounds(which looked nice either way on her).She grabbed him by his jacket,and pulled him into the gum/candy aisle,"The whole world's poisoned,"she half whispering in a semi-panic,"People from the future poisoned me,to stop loving you."

Cycle/Divide/Driven

Driven apart by a cycle of in dependency and fear,both Andre and Kat both regretted the breakup.But both were too stubborn and heartbroken to stop it.They each had crossed a line in the sand that would divide them apart,and tear them asunder.

Entertained/Wade/Fabric

Andre was usually entertained by the wide variety of people that would wade in and out of the 'Speedway'.College kids,yuppies,blue collar,the unemployed.So he was surprised when he literally bumped into someone.

It was Kat!The Kat that he had loved more then anything.The Kat that he hadn't seen in over five years! She was wearing a wool fabric knit-grunge style-ski cap over her straight,curled in at the bottom,black hair.This he saw second.The first thing he saw behind a pair of turquoise framed eyeglasses,were her deep,big,most beautiful on Earth,blue eyes

Sunken/Tale/Certain

Certain that this tale has sunken as low as it can get,we move it along to an hour and a half into the future.Andre is pulling his black GMC pickup into the neighborhood 'Speedway' for his morning cup of coffee...

Left/Microphone/Lemon

Ravyn was into it now,big time.She was gyrating her hips up and down and to the left and right.She was getting very hot and wet.Her hands were caressing his hair,ears and shoulders.She was trying to pull him up,but Andre was having none of that"Come on big boy.I want to squeeze your lemon...mmmm....suck on your microphone..Oooh,yess,the...there,mmmmm."

Cone/Scent/Strand

One whiff of her hot,erotic scent seemed to melt every single strand of his DNA into hers.He kissed her around her fuzz,and then he went on slowly onto her inner thighs,kissing her-peck after peck.Andre flickered his tongue back and forth quickly up the length of her,stopping at her nub.

Andre's mind shook with delight.He had not had this much pleasure licking something since he was an 8 year old licking an ice cream cone.

Glimpse/Dry/Level

He left her breasts and started kissing down her torso-her ribcage,her belly,her hip bones.As he went lower,Andre inhaled her.He felt high-his senses at a heightened level.He felt intoxicated as if she were a fine bottle of a high priced dry Chardonnay...aaahhh,and then he finally got a glimpse of what he had come for:-)

Hidden/Listen/Explore

He was in no hurry to explore her hidden treasure.Andre kissed her and kissed her and kissed her some more-kissing her under and around her boobies.He wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked.He flicked his tongue vigorously against and around it;then twirled and breathed in-feeling it harden and grow.

It turned him on to listen to her moan.It excited him to pleasure her.

Soothe/Sentence/Union

The sentence,'Go down on me,'was met with a very happy smile by Andre.But in order to form a more perfect union between her lips and his,he decided that he had to soothe the rest of her first.Andre kissed her forehead,rubbed noses,softly,Frenched kissed her,nibbled at the nape of her neck,kissed her shoulder blades,and worked his way between her breasts....all the while stroking inside her fur.

Raw/Event/Complete

"Mmmm,"Ravyn,moaned,"roll over and go back to sleep.I'm tired."

Andre loved the raw emotion emitted by his sleeping beauty.But,still,he persisted rubbing her with his fingers.He started kissing her softly around her neck,'Come on,Rave,I want you to be awake for the complete event."He felt her responding to his advances...her hips starting to slowly gyrate.

She rolled over,exposing her giant tits,nipples erect.She caressed his hair,"Ohhum,"she signed,gently pushing his head lower,"Go down on me."

Sitting/Climb/Mystery

Sitting back down,he admired the curve of her ass,the little dimples on top.Though Andre could not see them,he knew Sharon Sue{Ravyn to her friends}also had big tits with nice large nipples.

It was a mystery to him how a woman this beautiful could have ever fallen in love with him.He decided to climb back into bed with her.As he snuggled,he moved his fingers down the crack of her duppa,tenderly foundling her.

Curve/Elevate/Mastery

He lifted the blanket to peek at her.She was one amazing curve after another.He did not have the mastery of his own senses to stop now.His desire and lust began to elevate beyond levels he even cared to control.

Starlight/Blanket/Marker

Through the screen covered window,twinkling starlight brilliantly lit his retinas.The stars were so beautiful.Andre felt a strong call to them.But Sharon Sue Marker was laying in his bed.He felt a stronger urge to lift the blanket to comfort himself with her naked flesh.

Buzzing

Andre woke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing.Now,he had to get up.He had set the clock on the small table at the foot of the bed.He rubbed his eyes with his left hand,wishing them to work,"Shit,6:30 already?"

The End Of The beginning...

"I must make them find stronger love with different people,"begins LMDC,"And with this DNA passion corrupter,'she holds up a small flat something or other,"that should be easy."

"Then go,"Orders Loyal without giving further orders.And they vanish.

LMDC/Tipid/Loyal

LMDC and Tipid instantly dissolve and just as quickly reappear-but this time as their modern counterparts.Loyal hands them the tool and says,"You must take this and go back to the 'past point'."

"I already know my mission,"states LMDC.

Reaction/Point/Neither

Tipid and LMDC both appear.Yet,both are neither."We are from your future," Tipid says,"The VI have distorted your present.They subtly drugged Timber.Your actions will soon cause a reaction that will destroy us.You must give your LMDC this tool and have her go back to the 'Past Point'.She already knows what to do."

Hesitation/Mission/Lunar

Loyal knows that Timber has gone more then 'native'.And,by Al-Yeshua,the truth is that this is not Timber.Timber,his mate,is already dead.Without hesitation,he waves his hand over the lunar orb,and the being that was Timber dissolves away."LMDC,"Loyal says into the com-link,"I have a mission for you."

Wig/Liberation/Instant

The vision moves forward:A judge,sitting with a high wig,white face and a pitchfork,pronounces,"For causing the 'liberation' and 'destruction' of an 1,000 year line,you are hereby banished from our planet.Any attempts of re-nativizing yourself will meet with your instant death and a declaration of war between our two states"

Though he cringes at the thought,Loyal admits,"It takes some doing to get yourself booted out of Hell."

Yanks/His/Bigger

The smaller boy who is on top of the bigger,now reaches through the top of the bars in a panic filled desperation.His hand seems to be reaching for something.Suddenly,he finds it,and yanks.The cage releases and goes spiralling downward towards the lava.

Reward/Labor/Chest

With the cage rocking,the father quickly takes the advantage and quites the henchmen.The reward for their labor is calm.Timber takes a weapon from one of the down men and expertly throws it into the father's chest,"I want that baby in it's mother's milk:NOW!"

Smashs/Scramble/Safe

The floors are wood.As long as the family stays away from the bars they are relatively safe.The thugs scramble-poking into the cage.The father smashes his stick against theirs and then smashes them personally when they come close.Soon the thugs are bloody.

Either/Occupants/Fur

The purpose of the electric sticks is to touch them against the metal bars of the cage to stun it's occupants.Simple-easy.But the father has his own weapon-a stick with fur on either end.The boys start rocking the cage.

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."