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ken_r: We have lava flows like that in New Mexico. Eventually they develop their own ecco system. After tens of thousands of years there are plant and animal growths in this area. We call them the "malpais." they would indeed be a blight on the land if caused by war. ken r
Do your malpais have these lines of demarcation? Can’t you just “see” the straight edge where the energy beam traveled along the ground? I took this picture while on vacation there, but it wasn’t New Mexico! Although I would like to visit Roswell someday! Thanks so much for your wonderful feedback! I wonder if Khivar will wait that long for the planet to self-heal?
OMG Paper I nearly missed my daily dose of Khivar ... what's wrong with me?
Another amazing chapter.
The Inspector General took a few guards and searched the man’s quarters while he was occupied in meetings. The rest is history. The scapegoat denied everything of course. But just like dominoes, the man lost his position, his place at Court, his home and finally, his family. ‘That will teach him to get in MY way!’ Kavar was offered the position the very next day and used it as a stepping stone to higher office.
I bet King Zander (if he ever gets his memories back) would definately regret his decision now!!!!
The area they were flying over had undergone intense renovation in the form of water detoxification, extensive new native plantings and rehabilitation of local structures. It was truly a gem habitat and was featured prominently in all the advertising and media releases. But soon, the lush plains and valleys which had escaped much of the bombardment ended and the terrain became rocky and barren like most of the planet. The constant bombardment of high-energy beams have rendered much of the planet uninhabitable. Fires caused massive deforestation and large areas have been ravaged by drought because of the loss of ground cover. Streams and rivers have been polluted and the animals that made their homes there are now gone.
Seriously now how do you come up with this stuff?
You way out do me on the descriptions ... well just about on everything!!!
The rebels finally ceased bombardment when they realized that Khivar didn’t care how much of the planet was in ruins.
Yeah that would definately defeat the whole object of trying to gain control again.
Once again you have managed to astound me with your wonderful writing. Thank you so much!!! JAN
, you are infinitely kind! Your sweet feedback always makes my day! I hope the late hour didn’t cause disruption in your reading schedule! Zan’s father Zander originally gave Khivar his post, but when he died, Zan also employed Khivar in a political assignment. I’m sure they both would rue the day, if they were aware of what was to come!
And now, dear readers, I apologize for the tardy post yesterday. I just squeaked by under the wire before the witching hour arrived. And today doesn’t look much better. How about something in Serena’s point of view to make up for it?
Reminder: “talking out loud” vs ‘thinking to one’s self’.
36 – Daily Grind at the Lab
Serena knows that Khivar is touring the planet today, to assess local conditions. If his activities haven’t been flaunted all over the VidScreens the entire morning, she would have found out when they called to cancel her reservation. Serena purses her lips in distaste and clenches her fists.
She mimics the reporters and swings the top of her head from side-to-side as she chatters along, word-for-word in a shrill singsong voice. “The Emperor is enjoying a well-deserved vacation in the tropical sunshine as he and his entourage tour The Wabe Nature Preserve, which is temporarily closed to the public. Emperor Khivar will then do a fact-finding excursion to establish broad-spectrum improvements needed to upgrade the general eco-system.”
It’s only the 6th time she’s heard it in the last two hours! The propaganda being spewed from the VidScreen has almost accumulated above the top of her boots; she angrily imagines that she will have to requisition a shovel to remove the waist-deep excrement before the day is done. As the public service announcement repeats once again on the next channel she selects, it really ticks her off.
“Don’t I know it!”
“I’ve been waiting a complete lunar cycle for a couple of consecutive days off.” Her comprehensive teaching schedule as well as the various experiments and new projects she constantly juggles keep her chained to the facility. “And Kavar gave me a two-day pass to The Wabe for all my hard work on the new drill. Which I was going to use TODAY and tomorrow! Does he even KNOW how hard it is to get a reservation there?” she shouts out in anger. She called her best friend, Joovee, on the ComLink and she thinks that he did this to Serena on purpose, but she is pretty sure her brother would never stoop THAT LOW!
“I was really looking forward to lying in the sun in my new suit on that silky sandy beach next to the campground and soaking up a few rays,” she rants out loud. They can probably hear her in the next unit! She’d just received the fabulous new maillot swimsuit which was designed and produced by her best friend, Joovee, as a gift she was to initiate on her vacation. It was a shiny two-toned number, gold on top and dark green on the bottom. It looked and felt like real Gauth leather, soft supple and tanned to perfection, but was actually a new synthetic material she had manufactured herself. Serena would never allow an innocent animal to be harmed just to provide apparel or accessories! She abhors the hideous collection of creature parts that her brother keeps in his “trophy” room! All life is sacred to Serena.
That’s why she is so proud of what she and her brother have accomplished at The Wabe.
Well, she designed the entire project and oversaw every phase of the construction and rehabilitation. But Khivar authorized the funding. It took a bit of convincing, but he eventually came around to her point of view. Kavar may think it’s his shiny Crystal Palace, but Serena feels that “The Wabe” is truly “The Jewel of Antar”. It’s crowning glory. A haven for all the precious animals which would have perished without it. It’s a great place to visit even if you aren’t there as a botanist or herbalist.
The beach isn’t bad either! One can stretch out on the pristine orange sand and catch some ruby rays, do some body-boarding on the tall rough waves rolling in, or just enjoy the hot-body watching as all the buff muscular guys walk by in their skimpy suits, toss their fhoot balls and hold splashing contests in the warm clean surf. The beautiful red sunsets give you plenty of incentive to stay all day. You can buy food on the Concourse or bring your own.
There is always some competition going on to show who can build the most elaborate sand-sculpture with the silky orange sand that packs like pliable cement when wet. She also likes to walk along the shore and do some shell collecting, but you are cautioned to stay within the fenced area unless you can protect yourself fully. She was REALLY looking forward to swimming there! Jabber doesn’t have a pool and her selfish brother won’t let her use the one at the Palace.
The fenced beach is the only place one can swim safely at the camp. There is a large lake right next to the campground, but Serena knows better than to set foot in there! If the piranzha and uffish
don’t get you first, the other creepy crawlies that inhabit the lake are enough to scare the willeez out of anyone.
Serena stomps into her bed chamber to unpack her camping bag. Since she is the Academic Administrator, her apartment is right on the grounds of the Jabber Complex in a fine old building that has been remodeled into comfortable units. Many of the more tenured Scientists have apartments there. She removes her clothing from her beach bag and throws it in a heap in the large drawer, slamming it shut with her foot when she is done as she continues her diatribe.
“And fact-finding mission? I’ve been petitioning for SIX LUNAR CYCLES to get together with him and go over some of the problems we still need to solve. He could have brought me ALONG on his little jaunt! I would have been HELPFUL!
He’d said Tove requested this outing and she knows Military concerns always come before civilian requests. ‘He’s told me THAT often enough!’
She wonders what big Military concern they are going to explore at The Wabe. Her brother HATES anything that smacks of science or nature. The closest he usually comes to nature is when he is trying to shoot it and add to his trophy collection! That ugly thought makes her put her tantrum on pause. ‘He wouldn’t!’
He wouldn’t do anything to despoil the “Jewel” of Antar! He has enough trouble on his plate as it is: The endless conflict, his waning resources, the economic doldrums, and the general discontent of his people. She’s surprised he has TIME for a day off. She decides to cut her losses and spend her down-time in the Observatory at the top of the Palace. She is the Dean of Jabber and if that doesn’t get her access, she will tell them her brother requested a new star chart or something. She’s not going to let him ruin her entire rest-break.
She thanks her lucky stars that her ignorant brother doesn’t know a thing about science. She’d be a dead jubjub if her brother had any inkling that she’d developed the armor coating that the rebels and their off-planet neighbors now use to protect the structures he is constantly trying to demolish in this galaxy. The tough layer of Dragonz-kin can withstand up to a 50 megaton energy ray without disintegrating. She was lucky enough to finish it before he came up with the idea to have Seers checking on everything happening under his nose!
Now she also has to worry that he will find out about her newest revelation. If Khivar had any idea that the black ice blights marring the landscape really contained enough recoverable energy to fuel all his ships and weapons for decons, he would wipe out every creature in the solar system with his greed.
This is one secret Serena doesn’t admit to be true, even to herself. Her mind is very strong, but one never knows what a Seer may be able to read from you. She uses a special phrase that she’s practiced every day to control her subconscious mind in a form of self-hypnosis so that she can shield her thoughts and pass Khivar’s random interrogations by the turn-coat Seers that do his bidding. When she is contacted by the resistance, they use a key-word to unlock her mind so that she has access to all the things she regularly has to suppress. It’s very dangerous because the Seers inhabit almost every facet of Kavar’s network of operatives which enforce his law.
She can’t work on any more applications for the rebels, for fear of detection. Her vital position is too precarious. And this latest piece of information is just too important to consider with even a fleeting thought. Sometimes she’ll just repeat lies to herself until they are ingrained into her very being. She doesn’t like to lie, but she is forced to deceive the Seers for the greater good. Her mind is strong and she has no doubt she can hide the truth from the Seers, as well as from herself.
‘The black ice is nothing but a festering sore.’ She repeats today’s fun fact once more, then starts right in on the last stanza of the little ditty she is always singing to herself to reinforce the necessary mental block:
He may not be much, but he’s mine, all mine.
He doesn’t get a lot of pay, yeah?
But I will wait, for my true love’s gait, on a mat of pea-yaaaaaaaaaa.
(Author’s note: “Ouch! She has a terrible singing voice! She couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.”)