Rumors of Reincarnation (CC, Khivar/Mature) Pt.41 1/11/09
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:49 pm
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Today we will finally see some action. Some are having a good day. Some are not.
41 - Attack on Hanar
AND NOW FORGIVING AIN’T FORGETTING
THE SORROW YOU BROUGHT ON
FORGIVING AIN’T FORGETTING, NOT A ONE
'CAUSE THERE ARE PLACES
I WOULD RATHER BE THAN HOME
GOD ONLY KNOWS, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN
THERE’S PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE ALONE
WITHOUT YOUR COLD WIND BLOWING ON MY BONES
BECAUSE FORGETTING AIN’T FORGIVING
THE SORROW YOU BROUGHT ON
FORGETTING AIN’T FORGIVING, NOT A ONE
Bold Centurion by Janis Ian
The day dawned cold and wet on Antar as the activity on the dock expanded to the hilt. The rain had fallen in steady torrents throughout the night, almost as if the gods were weeping.
Now the blessed sun is beginning to break through the dense cover to start a fresh new day and offer a glimmer of hope that men will come to their senses before it’s too late. The small ship had been retrofitted with the latest in technology and would embark on its vital super-secret mission before the sun’s warming rays reached the glistening walls of the palace on the mountain.
Khivar will share his new plaything with Hanar shortly.
He is so excited; he is practically foaming at the mouth! He’s been waiting a long time for this day.
Far too long.
He thinks back to an unhappy time many solar cycles ago, when Hanar thought he was superior to Kavar and didn’t hesitate to show it.
* * *
Nanny was getting irritated because she’d had to chase him around all week. Tove was down with some childhood illness or other and he constantly got into mischief because he was bored stiff and had nothing to occupy his time.
“Go out and play!”
As he wandered around the grounds, he saw four boys kicking a fhootball around the mowed field next to the Palace. Hanar was the same age as Zan and Rath. But they were letting Sero play too and he was only a few years older than Kavar. Kavar was quite good with the ball since he and Tove constantly practiced at it. He shored up his courage and trotted over.
“Can I play?”
“Get lost, loser!” the burly Hanar reproached him. “Go play with your sizzy friend!”
“Yeah! We don’t want any of your germs!” Sero spit out.
“Sorry! You’re too young.” Zan added.
He was getting desperate for companionship so he stayed and pled his case.
“But, I’m mature for my age. I’m quite good at this, too!” he implored.
“Go sell your wares at the back gate, twerp! You are not wanted here!” Rath yelled loud enough for the entire Palace to hear.
Kavar quickly turned his back and ran away as frustrated tears rolled down his cheeks.
It was the last time he’d ever ASKED to be their friend.
* * *
He shakes off the bitter memory.
Revenge is always best, served cold.
As he enjoys a culinary extravagance ordered in anticipatory celebration, a powerful Antarian Warship advances on his enemy to employ Serena’s “power drill” to evict that terrorist from his bomb shelters.
But he’s sent a little surprise to catch him with his pants down before it arrives.
The first wave of deadly warships was launched last night as they embarked in combat formation to carry out the initial bombardment. They will obliterate both Military and Civilian targets with massive energy rays which will also ionize the skies, engulfing the whole planet in the blazing firestorms of Haydeez. Millions of lives will be snuffed out in the blinding inferno. He isn’t known across the galaxy as “The Dragon” for no reason!
The carnage will be unprecedented.
The entire surface of Hanar’s world will be nothing but charred rubble by the time his new toy arrives to work its magic on the buried targets. Nothing will escape his wrath.
Today, small fighter-kroozers will follow in the wake of his new weapon to clean up any debris ejected from the pit. How can they miss when they are named after him?
He will OWN Hanar’s planet by tonight or his name isn’t Kavar Krooz Khivar.
He and General Tove have gone over the plans ad infinitum and he foresees no problems in execution. The writing is on the chamber wall. Hanar should have raised a white flag whilst he still had the chance.
He anticipates complete success and is quite smug about it.
THINGS YOU TALK AROUND
SCUM YOU CHOKE ON DOWN
COME INTO MY SOLITUDE
STEP ON SACRED GROUND
. . .
WE WERE SPEAKING OF VALUES
AND VIOLENCE
BREAKING SILENCE
COME INTO MY SOLITUDE
WELCOME TO THE WHEEL
COME INTO THIS WONDERLAND
OF WOUNDS THAT WILL NOT HEAL
WALLS THAT DO NOT SPEAK
STEPS THAT DO NOT SOUND
COME INTO MY SOLITUDE
BURN THIS BUILDING DOWN
Breaking Silence by Janice Ian
Hi Ken! Yes, he never expected to lose his long-sought love. The guy was really broken up over it. Still is.ken_r wrote:OK so kivar's mass assault turned into the loss of Vilandra.
ken r
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Today we will finally see some action. Some are having a good day. Some are not.
41 - Attack on Hanar
AND NOW FORGIVING AIN’T FORGETTING
THE SORROW YOU BROUGHT ON
FORGIVING AIN’T FORGETTING, NOT A ONE
'CAUSE THERE ARE PLACES
I WOULD RATHER BE THAN HOME
GOD ONLY KNOWS, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN
THERE’S PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE ALONE
WITHOUT YOUR COLD WIND BLOWING ON MY BONES
BECAUSE FORGETTING AIN’T FORGIVING
THE SORROW YOU BROUGHT ON
FORGETTING AIN’T FORGIVING, NOT A ONE
Bold Centurion by Janis Ian
The day dawned cold and wet on Antar as the activity on the dock expanded to the hilt. The rain had fallen in steady torrents throughout the night, almost as if the gods were weeping.
Now the blessed sun is beginning to break through the dense cover to start a fresh new day and offer a glimmer of hope that men will come to their senses before it’s too late. The small ship had been retrofitted with the latest in technology and would embark on its vital super-secret mission before the sun’s warming rays reached the glistening walls of the palace on the mountain.
Khivar will share his new plaything with Hanar shortly.
He is so excited; he is practically foaming at the mouth! He’s been waiting a long time for this day.
Far too long.
He thinks back to an unhappy time many solar cycles ago, when Hanar thought he was superior to Kavar and didn’t hesitate to show it.
* * *
Nanny was getting irritated because she’d had to chase him around all week. Tove was down with some childhood illness or other and he constantly got into mischief because he was bored stiff and had nothing to occupy his time.
“Go out and play!”
As he wandered around the grounds, he saw four boys kicking a fhootball around the mowed field next to the Palace. Hanar was the same age as Zan and Rath. But they were letting Sero play too and he was only a few years older than Kavar. Kavar was quite good with the ball since he and Tove constantly practiced at it. He shored up his courage and trotted over.
“Can I play?”
“Get lost, loser!” the burly Hanar reproached him. “Go play with your sizzy friend!”
“Yeah! We don’t want any of your germs!” Sero spit out.
“Sorry! You’re too young.” Zan added.
He was getting desperate for companionship so he stayed and pled his case.
“But, I’m mature for my age. I’m quite good at this, too!” he implored.
“Go sell your wares at the back gate, twerp! You are not wanted here!” Rath yelled loud enough for the entire Palace to hear.
Kavar quickly turned his back and ran away as frustrated tears rolled down his cheeks.
It was the last time he’d ever ASKED to be their friend.
* * *
He shakes off the bitter memory.
Revenge is always best, served cold.
As he enjoys a culinary extravagance ordered in anticipatory celebration, a powerful Antarian Warship advances on his enemy to employ Serena’s “power drill” to evict that terrorist from his bomb shelters.
But he’s sent a little surprise to catch him with his pants down before it arrives.
The first wave of deadly warships was launched last night as they embarked in combat formation to carry out the initial bombardment. They will obliterate both Military and Civilian targets with massive energy rays which will also ionize the skies, engulfing the whole planet in the blazing firestorms of Haydeez. Millions of lives will be snuffed out in the blinding inferno. He isn’t known across the galaxy as “The Dragon” for no reason!
The carnage will be unprecedented.
The entire surface of Hanar’s world will be nothing but charred rubble by the time his new toy arrives to work its magic on the buried targets. Nothing will escape his wrath.
Today, small fighter-kroozers will follow in the wake of his new weapon to clean up any debris ejected from the pit. How can they miss when they are named after him?
He will OWN Hanar’s planet by tonight or his name isn’t Kavar Krooz Khivar.
He and General Tove have gone over the plans ad infinitum and he foresees no problems in execution. The writing is on the chamber wall. Hanar should have raised a white flag whilst he still had the chance.
He anticipates complete success and is quite smug about it.
THINGS YOU TALK AROUND
SCUM YOU CHOKE ON DOWN
COME INTO MY SOLITUDE
STEP ON SACRED GROUND
. . .
WE WERE SPEAKING OF VALUES
AND VIOLENCE
BREAKING SILENCE
COME INTO MY SOLITUDE
WELCOME TO THE WHEEL
COME INTO THIS WONDERLAND
OF WOUNDS THAT WILL NOT HEAL
WALLS THAT DO NOT SPEAK
STEPS THAT DO NOT SOUND
COME INTO MY SOLITUDE
BURN THIS BUILDING DOWN
Breaking Silence by Janice Ian