Sunday, July 09, 2006

The Planet Toso Tales [Siren and the Cadaverous Bulls]

Siren the Great
[And the Giant Cadaverous Bulls]
Part IV of: “The Planet Toso Tales”

Two-thousand bulls stood staring at Siren as she was about to ventured from one side of the planet of Aging to the acropolis on the other side where King Toso III had been until he left with Tangor and Rognat to be escorted to the planet Tose (where he was born), from Planet Aging, once King; now the bulls guarded the coast land. And as I have said, are staring at Siren the Great.

When she had awoken after her 4th death [and resurrection: for Moirommalit’s have 100-deaths] on Toso, her daughter had killed her, stabbed her in the heart, Arallets, she had to, lest she leave her mother buried into a tree of cement like substance for eternity on planet Toso. And now she was faced with another atrocity, massacre, butchery to be, the bulls, and there in front of the many bulls, was the king bull she supposed, the biggest of them all, looking down at her as if she was a stone, or worm, but she didn’t move, not yet.

The Great Bulls came forward, as she lay on the sands in a prone, position, they must had been 8000-pounds, with horns some three feet long (perhaps as thick as her thighs); 15-feet height. The leader stood directly in front of her with red glaring bloodshot eyes; she hummed, knowing the slightest movement might disturb them but the hum may tranquillise them, for a moment anyway.

—Siren hurled bits of sand at the beast’s face, which surprised the bull, it was thinking was this part of the sand and about to step the small mound, or was it a worm, and he should then eat it or step on it for fun. But before the bull could put two and two together, Siren stood up; quick like and startled the bull, and the bulls behind the master bull, and the horde got spooked, and agitated and moved restlessly about. She gazed into the bull’s eyes, now staring her almost in the face to face.

The Great Thug

The bull started to widen its eyes, and before he could pull back his head, she flipped through the air like a whip, onto and over his perturbing head, and over the top of his skull, onto his neck, and onto its back, in the process, she tore off two feet of his horn, his right horn, broke it off, snapped it like a branch off a tree; she was now on his shoulders, and the beast was yelping and jumping and running in circles running every which way, as Siren held with one hand onto its loosed hairs.

The bull stomped it hooves into the soft sand, but Siren hung on, and the giant bull got closer and closer to the wild sea, the ocean was but twenty-yards in front of Siren, now the bull was getting careless not looking were he was, he was in the waters, unknowingly, water up to its knees, and the giant waves came in pounding, and went back out with its repetitious tide—and the waters pulled the pulled from underneath, and he lost, the bull lost his balance, and Siren jumped into the water, through its waves, under them and came out on the other side, as the current pulled the giant bull out into the open sea. Immediately, as siren came out of the waters, the bulls stood stone still, as if waiting for their leader to come after her, and it was only Siren they saw, and when they did not see the Master Bull, they bowed, slowly lowering their heads in front of Siren. She was their new leader, it all took placed at the edge of the great sea of the planet Aging.

Written at EP/Lima Peru, 5/11/06

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

The Dark Galaxy [#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren] by DLSiluk

The Dark Galaxy
[#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren]


In a far off nebula, which was shedding lots of gasses and ultraviolet rays, thus, caring a hale into a cloud, from which they were born or created from, opened up a black hole, hence, dark matter (energy) pushed through and so did the little spacecraft, “Mind,” of which Rognat was on board, manning. He was on a mission to find a distant planet called Toso: the king who had once lived there, and was mysteriously brought to the planet called, “Aging,” gave him the mission to him but Rognat gave it a new name: Hipparchus; with the King’s permission; was in space four years to date, and had traveled 123-million miles, of a 400-million mile journey, by the kings permission also to find his home planet and let them know about his existence but as this is being written, he was side tracked as you know now, into the black hole, and ended up in the Dark Galaxy.
While on his mission he had many devices on board to help him examine the universe, as he drifted now and then through it, through the Universe, and at other times, went faster than the speed of light. Thus, he was capturing flashes of cosmic energy, which are normally wiped out before earth can get a look at it: he was seeing it—and where he was now the view was UN-descript! He thought of an imaginary poet, one that had a high quality of imagination, writing about what he was witnessing: perhaps he could put into poetry: and it would have been George Sterling, an old poet from way back when. One might simply conclude though, it had to be seen, to be expressed and only expressed within the soul of a person could it be. This voyager of sorts was in a swift sea of atoms and a dark galaxy, so he found himself, after spinning and passing out, waking up and looking about. Rognat had heard of the dark galaxy, but it was just folklore, it seemed he was in its horseshoe area at this point.
Besides spending time on earth, he had also spent several years on Moiromma, learned the ways of the people, traditions, legend, and lore. The same thing went for his time with King Toso on his planet. He spent several years there, and they had become best of friends.
Thus, he came into this dark galaxy by accident, a barred spiral galaxy of which he knew nothing about. At this point of his voyage, he had documented some three to eight million stars. His four year trip put him in a house of the cosmic events of the Universe, perhaps my have found the most exotic place in the Universe too. The planet he had left was a red planet for the most part, with a bright sun, and two moons protecting its inhabitants from the suns rays, yet it was extremely warm.

Rognat had also met a mate of sorts, by the name of Siren. She had left the planet called SSARG, and had been on earth, and was a resident of both Moiromma and its moon Ice cap. She had a reputation as the Queen of SSARG, and was most beautiful, a warrior of the same blood and spirit as Moiromma. Her mother was non other than the famous, Jokaneen. She had appeared on Hipparchus, after her adventure on SSARG, where she met her lover Rognat. Hipparchus was too hot for her lest she die if she stayed, and her blood boil to a point of curling up, as it does for Moirommalit’s; in any case, she knew she would not survive long on that planet.
The kingdom of Aging adapted the name: Hipparchus, for their planet and in time its original name was forgotten. And so both Siren and Rognat found themselves back into the black dark galaxy: or at least Siren did, in the sense, she had been there before but didn’t know exactly where she was.
As I was saying, it was too hot for Siren and so they left this planet, found them day’s later in the black galaxy, several million miles away. The sun being the size of earth and almost next to them
In this new galaxy, they had found the constellation of ‘Serpeus,’ It was a fascinating sight for Siren, the dark outer rim to its marvelous view, and everything else coved with blue.


Interlude


The oldest insects in the Universe came from the Big Bang: from the ashes emitted 14-billion years ago, when the Universe was just a pup; or 400,000-years old. These insects are called ‘Energy Bugs,’ the cosmos are kind of a soup bowl or them. They eat matter and radiation. And cool down, and stretch out, then when hungry again, feed off a source of energy nearby and such if any like a mosquito. They go in swarms of billions upon billions, and are the size of a persons thumb. These bugs: hot and cold, are like the universe: and cold when they lack energy, and circulate with its environment.


Cosmic-mosquitoes


It was the forth year, 2nd month, 34-day, Siren sensed something outside the spacecraft, and the lights dimmed, it was those mosquitoes, those comic-mosquitoes.
“They came to suck the ship dry,” said Siren to her lover Rognat.
“That’s no surprise to me,” he amended, looking at them from the porthole in the crafts main body, and shaking his head as if they were doomed.
“This I heard is the ultimate bug,” he commanded in a harsh and concerned voice, almost with a laugh, an uneasy laugh as if they were destined. But Siren did not share into his human gesture of lost hope. Although Rognat was a space scientist, and adventurous in his own right, she was a warrior and survivor of much more than his titles could bear, or endure. She saw deliberating within his mind.
“How do we exonerate ourselves of these pests,” he asked, thinking she might have an idea, he didn’t. This was entirely different for her, she had fought many a good battle but this one was different, it was mind provoking yet there had to be a way.
The bugs were feeding off the ships regenerating processor, and for it now to regenerate, it needed the sun’s ultraviolet rays; but how could this be, the bugs were sucking everything dry from around the ship; they were on the ship, covering it like an ant hill, several feet thick. Soon she knew they’d both be buried in this tomb, but she had the capability of resurrection, it was in the Moirommalit’s chemistry. It was a pity she thought, to have to leave Rognat, but it had to be; to save his life was to die and resurrect; lest they both die, and she be the only one to survive after the fact; I mean, it there was to be some kind of hope of them reuniting in the future it would be her who what have to do the sacrificing.



Last Option


Knowing she had 100-lives like her comrades on Moiromma, she took the last option.
“Rognat, here is what we have to do. I need to fill my system up with a high source of energy, you need to inject it into my brain, my liver, my pancreas, the whole cell structure of me, then let me float out into space, I will die quickly, but the bugs will devour me before I suffer too much, in the interim, you have just enough energy to aim the ship into SSARG’s gravity belt, it will pull you the rest of the way out of this mess, we are not that far away, and then when close enough, the sun will regenerate your ship…” she never finished her last sentence, they both knew it was as it had to be, and started the process.
And so the process was started and the theory took place, and Rognat would have said ‘no,’ to Siren, but to refuse would have been suicide. And when she hit the coldness of the black emptiness of space, the bugs did their duty, and Rognat did his, and Siren did hers.

Written 11/26/2005/ Revised and rewritten 2/5/06

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Planet SSARG—[Planet of Grass] Part I

Planet SSARG—
[Planet of Grass]



By Dennis L. Siluk


Part One of Nineteen


Planet SSARG—Planet of Grass
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]


Outside of the Milky Way, beyond Moiromma, and Ice Cap, is a planet the size of earth, with a large moon that seems to guard, and protect its inhabitants from invading forces like comets and meteorites, and the suns alter bright rays; again, much like earth’s moon. It has a canopy of clouds around it—water soaked clouds you might say, low and over-head—heavy clouds; and a subterranean underworld, and much of its land is rich with grass, and vegetation, and rivers, lakes, mountains, basins. Should the canopy break, I’d fear the planet would surely be flooded: flooded, and afterward: have 400-years of mud, yes—four hundred years to dry out, should the canopy break, with its abundance of water. It has no oceans this planet, but grass, much grass, oceans of grass you might say. A soaked climate, and not always so conducive for walking; and if need be creatures could lurk, hide in the swampy tall grasses of the lands; never to be seen, and if you were attacked, the same.
This phenomenon [of the planet] is repeated throughout the globe, these endless meadows of grass, some ten feet all, others intertwined tightly around one another, to make them look like cobwebs. Deep within its mushy roots, are the red, brown and black snakes, the grass snakes of the planet, the vipers.
Forenoon, it was forenoon, when Siren appeared on this planet, a tide of grass coverer her whole being only the sky to see, and she was she tall, you know, perhaps under seven feet by an inch, perhaps over seven feet by an inch. Uninhabited it seemed to her, it was not like Moiromma, its arctic cold north. It was quite evident to Siren she had left her planet unexpectantly, not quite remembering much, except she fell to sleep one evening in the arctic winds, froze to death I suppose. She was happy she did not land on Mercury, or earth, but apprehensive of this grass infested planet, nevertheless. If people did live here, it would seemingly be a nightmare she thought: in a Grass infested Jungle.
It was quite the sensation to be hurled from one sphere to another, across a ton of light-years, to say the least, everything was new for her, and becoming second nature.
As she stood in the morning mist, it was alarmingly peaceful—too quiet for her liking. As she explored the new grassy planet, naked as a jaybird, countless snakes whizzed by her feet, stirring some terror in her, and then a whisper in the back of her head, her mother speaking
Comforted her; and by the feel of these slimy bodies, they were extremely long, heavy and wide.
It would seem with all these vipers crossing her path, if they wanted to, could kill her, if they really wanted to; yet she did not know the nature of the beasts, or of the planet: and I suppose, likewise, they did not know her. Some were twenty to forty feet long. With saber-teeth fangs, a foot in length, likened to a wild boar. Heads as big as footballs, tails with swaying prickles, for she could now see some as they dashed by, around over her feet, curious who she was I’m sure. Actually, after a few hours they became menacing for the most part. Her courage was now at its peak, lost for a moment back there in the grass but it comes back, was back.
Siren was tall and her limbs were muscular, shoulders broad she had feminism in her bones, her body structure, yet was masculine; much like her mother. She found within the grass vegetation that she used for a loincloth and constructed some sandals with other fragments she found for her feet. The snakes looked at her with amazement, followed her every move, gazing up at her deep sunken in, but beautiful eyes, eyes that seem to come out of the great halls of India. Her countenance was difficult is express inwards in words: her jaw was partly square, a powerful look one, it was her eyes that softened her looks, and long black hair that made her feminine; heavy hair that took more than a swift wind to blow it wild, hair down to her rump. She had wide heavy lips, thick looking teeth, and sharp. The big noticeable difference between her and earthlings was her nose, rudimentary, one might say, in comparison, to the rest of her face, yet it had two large flaring nostrils: her skin, a dark brown, with an icy gray to it at times, a mixture, like marble; thick black eyebrows, low forehead, ears smaller than humans. She was not–indeed not, a hairy person, as her male counterparts on Moiromma, or Asteroid Ice-Cap. But fair to look at.

Part Two of Nineteen

Planet SSARG—the Snakes


Possibly she emitted some kind of hidden strength—if not second sight (she knew when danger was and was not prominent; and all her being was telling her stand tall, be accountable, be as impressed as you feel with these creatures, they want you to be as amazed as they are with you, with them: and she was) for the vipers, for they now had gathered a hundred or so around her. Not blocking her passage, any which way, yet not getting confused which way she was going, and in that sense flopping over one another, laying dormant, looking up at her; and circling her, not in a harmful way, more in a careful, passive way; —not obstructive, no, oh no, more dolce, more amicable, wanting her attention, her recognition, her leadership. Yes, they saw some hidden strength in her. She was a—almost a perfect looking woman as far as body went, a warriors shape, but feminine, and with heavy strong looking bones, tight skinned body, good muscle tone, an iron looking body: thighs like hard marble. She had not acquired all the scales the winters of Moiromma had put onto the inhabitants of that planet, the scares and scales their body needed, and needs to adjust to the winds and cold, their bodies were like deer skin lacking outward pores: they had pores, but underneath the scared tissue, for the skin did breath, but the scales, the scales, the coating, and caring covered them mostly, imperturbable, they were hard on the Moirommalit’s, she didn’t acquired them yet, had she stayed their longer, on that planet longer, they would have come automatically, but she didn’t stay there that long; thus, her body was still young, with open pores to sweat properly with, to emit her body fluids properly; she had only been there a short period of time. On earth a short period of time, in existence a short period of time; now here on the Grass Planet, less than an hour.
The red and black vipers, they stared at her feet, she sensed a few had a cruel and implacable mind—blood shot eyes, for a few she noted, just a few, she name one in particular, that filled this description fully, that had more blood in its eyes than all the others, a horrid face—huge snake, forty feet long, and boar like tusks reaching out along side its inner gums—it could not close its mouth completely, a foot long was the sharp tusks, she named him ‘Blaze.’ But he moved carelessly, and she noticed it, as if ready to attack, it was not thinking that its foe was not the same as it was used to, she moved, but she didn’t move carelessly, rather cautiously, slowly, the other snakes remained unprovoked, stared at the challenging comrade, or perhaps Blaze was the leader, or wanted to become one, or remain its leader: there was not time to look into this now, nor did it matter.
Her muscles reacted to the snakes’ maneuvers before her brain hand time to tell them to, automatically, as if they had their own sensory receptors to such engagements, and went on alert mechanically. This giant stake was hostile, and her muscles became tense, harden like rocks, resentment and amazement filled the snake’s eyes: for she stood her ground.
Here were primitive instincts unmodified, on the part of both snake and Siren, Blaze—staring at his new prey: the he noticed they were both staring at one another equally, and profoundly, her with a kind of sneer if not half smile.
Now Blaze started snapping his big huge head and fangs at her legs 800-pounds of his slimy body starting to coil around her as if she was a tree A word of scorn came out of its mouth, as if its vocal cords could put a few symbols together; ‘it’ also had second-sight, but ‘it’ did not have the DNA, to reason quick enough to put them symbols into words, only sounds The wild was in its soul, but if one was to compare these snakes to her DNA, they would find it 98% the same, but 2% or 20-million genes difference, made a big difference in not only war and strategy, but in comprehension, creativeness: it lacked what she had. The Snake leaped up and at her thigh: onto her. She met him head on, beast to beast, face to face, mind to mind, both reckless now, and both with instinct, and the creature was stronger than her, she concluded that quickly, as she kicked held his head back as it went for a second attack. The head had managed to stop a foot away from her thigh-- in a desperate effort she grabbed the snakes head with both hands, while its body started to wind around her feet her torso, like a tree: it climbed: up, up, up, her legs, stomach and with a crushing embrace: face to face, beast to beast, mind to mind, she grabbed the skull of the snake, in-between its fangs and tusks, and right above its eyes, and with a bang, and solid bank like a stone falling twenty feet out of the sky: you could hear perhaps the bank a mile away, she took her head and with a thrust, hit the snake with her upper forehead so hard the snakes eyes popped out of its head, fell down to the ground like a leaf on a tree (sorry I keep using tree: as a reference source, but it seemed this way).
She knew—, had the snake got a better hold on her, it would have crushed her bones, broke them like twigs on a tree, the antagonist was laying lopsided on the ground, luckily still alive, barley alive, I might say. Her spine was hurting also, but she was fine; sore but fine that is, as fine as one can be after a battle. Had it shifted more power to its jaws and quickly snapped at her face, she’d not have had a head this day left to think: mind to mind: she knew this, but it didn’t happen that way, and so that was that, it didn’t matter.
The snake: Blaze looked up, dumfounded, it had never experienced this before, and no creature could every have survived the clutches of such a powerful predator. Who was this living thing, the snake must have thought, it just stared, powerlessly stared. She knelt down, and put its eyes back into its sockets; crudely but nonetheless she accomplished it; she was sure there was some eye damage done, but it would not be told until another battle came about. Blaze had jerked back a bit, when she leaned over, but could not see, only see what she wanted him to see—the eyes had simply draped over its teeth: but not it was all put right back in place and it didn’t sense harm, Blaze didn’t sense harm was forthcoming out of this god deed she had done; and so it didn’t strike blindly, it accepted the pity, and the restoring of its sight.
As she started to stand back up, she let out a big sigh, her defensive stance was gone, her breath of air was pushed down into her stomach, and as she absorbed the moment, the victory: she had used every ounce of her strength, they, [they: they being the rest of the snakes] could have, had they wished to, devour her in a minutes time, and she hissed a long, long hiss: through her teeth.
She now sensed, felt, knew, she was the leader of not a hundred, but thousands of snakes, for you could hear the hissing, and the echoes of their hissing, their movements in the grass and more echoes and the moving of the grass all about her, as she stood victorious in the grassy fields of the planet SSARG: and she screamed so the world could hear.”





Interlude: Blaze



Iron Spirit
[The snakes think: instinctively]

“Yes, her body, the face, I have no memory of such a creature (he looks at his surroundings, the hundred or more snakes around him: his comrades). Am I not the future, or is she it? [Siren] it’s a feminine species of some kind, wiser than I; it returned to fix me: but why? Fear means death or flight. Pity, I’ve not seen it, but I sense it in her for me, the victim of madness, and her madness is controlled. She has an Iron Spirit. She could have vanquished me, consumed me. (Blaze deep in thought trying to retrieves some dark childhood solitary, memories—but could not for the most part, nor could he absorb the obvious, the unconscious told him there was nothing to retrieve other than automatic signs of danger: fight or flight. Thus, blank, no receptiveness to his wishful thinking; he did not only look, but was: like a still lake: like a mind full of swampy memories hidden deep in his mind, the vaults of his mind, the vaults hidden to such creatures like him, not to be open to such creatures like him, but to Siren they were, to ponder on, to reason out.)
“I was the sum of this order, the warrior snakes, I was, yes, I was the strength, measured by battle, but this ‘it,’ is here now, ‘it’ echoed something by the sounds ‘si..rr..un [Siren]’ I can act to that, if ‘it’ says it slow, it must be ‘it’s’ call, whatever. IT calls me ‘b...lazz [Blaze]’ not sure why, perhaps everything has to have its own sound in a species like IT.”

[Dust cloud] They all, Siren and the snakes, with Blaze, had walked a small distance to an opening in the meadow, a raw opening with powered dirt and sand: mounds and mountains and cliffs in the far distance. As they walked farther into the plateau of dirt, she now could see all the snakes, the horde, which followed her, behind now, a cloud of dust (heat-vulcanized dust: or so it seemed with all these bodies rubbing against the surface of the earth, as if they were hard glazed rubber; their smooth bodies elastic like, harden dry and hardened from the sun now.)


[Note on: The Black Galaxy] It should be noted, no one new exactly where Planet SSARG, the planet of grass was, but it was in what was called the Black Galaxy; within its hidden horse shoe turn. At times it looked redder than green, perhaps it was from the blazing nebulas in the far distance that seemed to shoot a bright yellow from its mass. [See Siren: #21]



Part Three of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—Homeland
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]


Still only partially clothed, and unarmed for the most part of what to do, but with a renewed confidence she examined, Siren examined, the countryside, a thousand snakes surrounded her, but gave distance so she was free to walk any which way she pleased: almost as if they were protecting her. Blaze was in the forefront. It was but several hours now, since the fight had taken place, and perhaps, if she could count, and she didn’t want to count to be truthful, and so she guessed, looked about, there must had been some 25,000-plus snakes in and around her. Coming out of the thick tall shrubbery that surrounded her, was behind them, and trying to catch up with the horde. This perhaps would end up being the longest day of her life.
But it came about, the meadows appeared again, the tall grassy meadows now surround them all again, and liking it or not, she’d had to lie in the grass for the evening. But she knew now: had the snakes wanted to devour her, surely a few could have done so it wouldn’t take 25,000. Blaze almost had done it. And so she lay back, pushing some grass up against her neck to rest comfortably. “Adversary,” the word adversary came out of her mouth: deep from in her mind, “Possibly the Vipers had an adversary, don’t all living things have one?” so she questioned herself out loud; a question statement perhaps, she was not looking for an answer. Every planet, every living area had what her mother echoed in her: ‘war and peace.’ It seemed the echoes were vague in her mind of her mother, the telepathy or call it what you will, was not transmitting as it had before for her, before that is, while on Moiromma. War and peace, she could not visualize it, except if it was among the black snakes vs. the brown or red I suppose, that would war, and perhaps the peace she saw now was because there was a war at one time. At the moment, this very second, they seemed all a bit united. Not comfortable, as black with black, and red with red and brown with brown, but willingly united for the moment, perhaps to see if she’d be the leader of all, or a few.

—But as one knows, days pass into weeks, in the clap of an eye, and so it was on this Grass Island Planet in the dark universe in some unknown galaxy, far from Moiromma and farther from earth. If anything was happening in the secret, these two weeks, it was harmony among all who had gathered in this thick foliage nearing some mounds and hills, not quite mountains, no, not quite, but you could see them in the distance: hills. She’d figure they were close when she no longer could see them over the tops of the vegetation, and that was not their situation. And as they walked forward to these landmarks she announced she’d make a home near there; there were patches of brown and trees thereabouts, she had noticed, dray land and such on this journey that seemed most pleasing. She ate fruits of some kind, they looked like eyeballs, but they grow on tall leafy looking stalks, like corn, and were tasty, like small soggy apples, not quite round more oval like an egg. The snakes ate them also, but preferred the small insects and lizards and spiders that seemed to gather around them. They ate any and everything eatable. They even ate the grass, threw it up, and vomited it out, but it kept them alive until they found better and more solid nourishment.
The vipers were becoming restless during the third week of walking to those far off hills, a wooded area, the one Siren had noticed before, appeared in front of her now, as they got nearer, with slops and brown spots where it was only dirt. She ran towards the hills stopped at its edge. As she went from the bottom of the hill, at its edge, as if there was a line to cross, and up the embankment, to the more leveled area, she saw her antagonist, a 100-pound rat, with teeth as big as saber-teeth lions. Ah yes, yes indeed, she knew it was coming, something had to come, life was too peaceful for that small period of time.
Drenched with sweat, she slowly walked up another several feet of the reclining area, the slope always turning into a more leveled area as she climbed upward—but not quite almost as if it was a rampart built out of sod. Now, now behind the arrogant looking rat, the rat that exposed itself to all who were looking up at the wooded area, exposed himself as if to say: don’t cross over that invisible line, the line you did, he was standing in front of, rows and rows and rows of rats. Evidently they had an alert, and were ready for battle. ‘No wonder,’ thought Siren, ‘…no wonder the snakes were so restless.’ She looked about, there were two huge trees to her right: these would make a good home she concluded: save, that the army of rats did not take them.
The King Rat stepped up, as the other one, the one that had had exposed himself, stepped to its right. Next to Siren was not Blaze the Viper and the King Rat in front of her. Both hissed at one another, but did not provoke, as if they were waiting for this new mighty creature, Siren to stop up and become the inevitable whatever.
Quicker than either the rat or viper could think Siren pulled off a thick, very thick branch from the tree nearby: perhaps as thick as a 4X4 beam: with a sharp head, likened to a sword. There was a pond of water a few feet from the tree, she calmly went to it, drank some water, and then got back into a warriors stance; but now three huge rodents stood blocking her way forward. The warmth of the sun was baking the snakes below the embankment, and the water looked most refreshing, but they did not move: the rodents seemed to be chatting with one another in their spotted sounding dialect: from hisses, to grunts and sharp squeals. Blaze looked up at Siren, he had seen that smirk, that sneer before, it was a deadly smile, he remembered it, it was just before he got hit in the head, and if a snake could laugh, or displace his personal defeated anger on anyone, it would had been, and probably was, given to these three rats. He knew what pity was, he was feeling it for them, and he had learned it now.
Quicker than lightning she suddenly took the branch she had in her hands, struck each of their backs, their upper spines [of the rats], struck them into their spines, pulling the rod like weapon out: killing them as if they were bulls. All three dropped dead. The sharp wooden weapon went from the upper part of the spine, right through their lower body, and she did it so quick, it was like poking the ground with a magic wand.
They died, eyes opened to their defeat, and the rows and rows of rats looked spellbound. So amazed were the rats they all simultaneously ran, ran out of fear: if she could do that in a matter of seconds to three, to the king and two of his guards, how much quicker could she do it to a row, or two rows of rats. Surely they must have been thinking along those lines: they could not reason like her, but they could sense fear, fear for a moment anyway; or at least until they found a way to gain back courage. As a few stood looking at her, she crashed down the solid weapon, the wooden branch, a weapon they had never seen before, for nobody had ever used a devise to kill before, she crushed down on top of their heads this branch, cracking open their skulls, and then the rest ran in double-time back into the thick of the woods.


Part Four of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—the Gathering at: “HegMkog.”
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]


Siren had built a large tree house, reaching from one tree to the other: that is, reaching from those two huge trees that Siren first seen climbing up the embankment, and which the pond was right in back of, and which overlooked the plateau and meadows below, and the forest beyond, and behind her. From this mound position, she could see down the hill and across the valley, the meadows and over the tops of the grass for any enemy, or praetor

[Interlude: Iron Spirit: Blaze mumbling, thinking] “I have no memory of such a creature, except myself: I am the future, it is she who is: but why? I am given pity, not fear: but why? (Am I the victim of madness?) Now, despair in conflict with this iron spirit. I almost was vanished, consumed.” (Blaze checked his childhood; most of his brain was non-receptive to grapping anything substantial, swampy for the most part.
“I was the sum, the all of all the warrior snakes, and like that, like a wind, I am now less than the sum. I am not the strongest anymore, but I am live. I cannot put my tongue on it, but I know, sense it is on the tip of my tongue…”


She could see down the hill, she liked that, whoever might pose a threat to her, they’d have to go through 25,000-snakes, and if the rats came from the woods, the guards would take care of that, those high above the hidden branches of the trees; or at least allow for a warning before the battle.
Shortly after her abode was built, in the following week, the roof being made of grass, and wooden timbers from the forest, and the side likewise: the rats heads were put on poles to let the world of rats know this was a forbidden area. In a way the domicile looked more like a nest than a house, but it kept the rain out, and was cozy. It stretched from one tree to the other, the two large trees: Gog and Magog, she called them. She heard that name in her brain; she presupposed her mother had put it there. Thus, her castle in the trees became known as just that that, “Gog and Magog,” by the snakes who could only say: “HegMkog,” as if one was trying to hiss the name out, which is what they got. And so for short, the place was often referred to as “HegMkog.”
In the following weeks, she had found out that the rats as well as the snakes could climb trees. During this period of peace between all the snakes’ rats, the rats would approach the tree house: Gog and Magog, but stop before they crossed what they called: from the green spot to the dirt spot. They did use the pond, but only on two sides, since it would violate what they felt would be going onto the dirt: not that Siren had drawn a line, evidently they had more so than she. It was a safe zone, and she left it alone. They even got to a point of liking her, as the snakes had already done.
The snakes, like true guards, none abandoned their posts. They all seemed to Siren: like lost souls. These trees became sacred, as it seemed Siren was, but really didn’t’ want to become. She had gotten a message from her mother, that she was on the moon [Rotma], parallel SSARG, how she got there, was beyond her, yet some of her residue was in the chambers of her head, her mind yet.

[Interlude: Running] After a few more weeks, Siren started to run in the woods in the mornings for exercise. And the snakes would chase her, but she flew over, jumped over whatever was, that she had to: that is, any and everything, and they would always lose her, but never did they stop looking for her. Blaze being the most worried of the vipers. One time she had run, and run so far and so fast, she became, and she was, was lost and a grapevine had grabbed her neck, and the vines were so thick, they twisted around her like a snake. She was paralyzed from neck to feet. When she had woke up, several snakes were chewing on the thick vines to free her: thus, they seen her vulnerable, but before they cut through the ropes she used all the strength in her body to break the vine-ropes, and did, and again that impressed the snakes, for they could not do that and could not figure out how she did that; nor could they put it together that they had almost freed her.


As I was saying before, they worshiped her like heathens, as if she was some ancient god, sent to them. Could this actually be some kind of new order, a civilization in the makings [?]: this did not occur to them as I am saying it to you, but it did occur to them as one being naked in the world, and now clothed.
It was happening that the snakes and rodents were now becoming friendly with one another, them joining together at night, using the water, and under the rulership of the New Rat King II. Perhaps it was better she thought, better to see if it was possible for them to build relationships; it might be better than to watch them prepare for war.
During this period, Blaze become friends with King Rat II and 100,000- Rats were now the jungles guardian under the rulership of Siren, for him: he being, the King Rat II stooped, in a bow form, to the new Queen of the Rats. There was a morsel of jealously of whom the Queen liked more, the best: but it was never fought over.
In the days following, she found herself eating nuts, and again the fruits from around the vicinity of her makeshift castle. No one ate rats or snakes anymore, it was forbidden: where at one time it was part of the menu, and part of this planets customs. It is needless to narrate what took place the following six-months, it was pretty routine: but, flesh and beast slept better that was for sure, they ate more bugs and other items than normal, fish was a good catch not and then. And as she took her long walks, and runs daily, it came to pass she discovered some tall, very tall cliffs, over 3000-feet tall. On the top they looked like Mesas; flat toped. And as she saw them day after day after day, she knew inside her she had to leave her creatures behind and explore this area. She saw from a distance some husky, robust large legged beasts on top these cliffs bear type beasts.



Part Five of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—the Bear Cliffs
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]


As Siren climbed the cliffs, step by step, the moans and howls for the the snakes and rats bellowed at her, echoed up to her, hour after hour, and the closer she came to the rim, of the cliffs, the more the bears like creatures, these mysterious beasts, two legged beasts growled at her approach. There were no way the vipers or rodents could climb such a cliff, and so they remained camped out at the bottom of the cliffs.
The closer she came to the edge of the cliff, looking sideways, she could see their massive muscles, and thick torsos: hairy beasts she murmured to her third-eye; and hairy beasts they were, and with big nostrils, teeth sticking out the sides of their mouths, unable to close their mouths completely, as if the jaw and the teeth, and the extending side teeth where in place to stay: claws inches long; very heavy, perhaps 1600 to 2000 pounds; fifteen to twenty feet tall, some where shorter, a few larger.
By the time she got to the top of the cliff, she was exhausted, so tired her lungs and heart were not intone with each other: she felt like collapsing: but rest, oh yes, rest would do it she conjured in her mind, hide for the moment, and rest, respite will be the healer, but a number of the beasts were waiting to corner her. As she was to all creatures of this planet, this planet SSARG, the Grass Planet, she was different, a stranger. On Mercury or Moiromma, or even earth, there were beings like her, but not here, not on this animal and grass forsaken planet where only beast and undergrowth grew, with some kind of higher intelligence, yes, oh yes, she admitted, were its inhabitants; not equal to hers, no, but not as limited as earths creatures, or Moiromma’s. They had quick wit for being a creature, mammal, whatever they were. And all the species seemed to be sectioned away from the others, from one another. As if they were races. They may have even known that certain areas were off limits: sensed it; especially after seeing shapes and shadows, and known it was forbidden: perhaps in their ancient genetic code. And now she, she being Siren was trespassing on everyone’s turf. She was tarring down walls you might say, it was in one of these crevices she found a notebook, in the language of Moiromma, it had the initials of Tig on it



Interlude to Chapter 5:


Cliff bound & Horseplay

Blaze asked ‘Nob,’ a name he had invented for his second-general of the 1st legend in his Army of viper, in his juggled voice,”Why do you become so vicious with your friend here, the rat, we are at peace with them?”
Said Nob, in his squeaky type voice “Horseplay, harmless horseplay,” the rat nodding his head in agreement, even with a bottom-lip type smile, confirming Nob’s already qualifying gesture.
I suppose, thought Blaze, Nob being thirty-feet long and half foot tusks coming out of his head, he could had killed that rat easily, it is when they gang up on you, twenty to one, that is when it is dangerous though to play such provoking games. And Blaze knew there were four to one, in rats vs. snakes. And he knew they were getting restless, both creature and mammal, both viper and parasite. What would happen if the fur-rat got mad at the slimy worm? This was a fleeting thought with Blaze. And the Queen, where was she?
Blaze’s mind examined the cliffs, looking up them: flat on the tops, mesas but try and to get up 3000-feet to find her, you’d need wings, he told himself; and thus, day after day, night after night, he stared at those lofty cliffs, those brown with red shades of clay mixed in them cliffs.

(—We all know animals cannot be bought off with formal logic or placated with gifts—although it has been proven through conditioning processes it can be done with food to a limited degree, but this was not the case here, it was that these animals could remember, perhaps remembered their fathers father, perhaps I say, and like revenge or retribution, love and fatality, thin as it may be inside of their brains, it was, in this world it was so. Perchance it can be likened to the dark side of earth’s moon; it circles the earth, but we do we see it?)) Siren was like a wild cat—she was a skirmisher, who found life interesting, and couldn’t’, or wouldn’t, and didn’t stay in one place too long—alert she was, and she had not lost a fight thus far, and she was young, and that was part of why she had to go into the Bear Country.
Jokaneen suggested, her mother, suggested, what she suggested to her and she did what she could do, and would have, and did before her mother suggested it; and that was to go into the bear country. For some reason, and Siren did not know, Jokaneen was not clipped tight into her mind anymore; she was getting delayed signals from her. Perhaps it was the pull from the Rotma [meaning: SSARG’s moon] to the planet. It was 200,000-miles away, and it would be three months before the moon would orbit to 140,000 miles of the Planet, thus, the communication would be better, and perhaps Jokaneen could reconnect for good within Sirens mind. But it was not so now.
Jokaneen: her thoughts on this planet were mixed, yet she knew these creatures were in a way outside the range or realm of a deity per se, so it would seem, hence, she knew this planet had it not been hidden from the rest of the universe, could not last long—these character beasts, a bizarre phenomenon outside the façade of the universe, outside the realm of respectability and love, but love was—a rootless kind of love was showing up, not of values of a human heart—but their values, as they went along))


The Cliff Bears


a few hours had passed now, and Siren was rested up, the sluggishness of her body was gone, the clumsiness put to rest. Her muscles were not hurting anymore. She felt her rawhide like skin, firm, ready, she was in a furrow, not quite ready to climb out of it, not yet, for should a cliff bear try to get her, as they had tried, they’d fall on top of her most likely, but she was ready to climb out when the time was right; yes, she thought, if the bears fell down on her, they’d only kill both themselves and her; so they waited, she waited and the bears waited.
During twilight, she did creep up the thirty feet or so of the crack,
Her confidence not as secure as it was before. That book she found in the crack, notebook she put in, tucked it into the side of her belt like strip around her waist: she glanced at it before she tucked it away, a quick glance, “All I had to down was [is] stop the freezing of the planet, and sur…” and then she had tucked it away, but it was something, and her mother’s voice said, ‘Later, look at it later.’ And that was what she was going to do, look at it later, whenever later was.

She had crept out of her crack, and away from these giant beasts, well away from them, these monster type bodies. It was the fourth week now, since she walked into this forbidden land, where beast and she stared from a distance. They were not fast running bears in the least, slow, slower than the snakes or rats, and she could outrun both of them, so these mammals were not a challenge as far as running went.
It was early morning; one of these bears came out roaring from the bushes, with ape like eyes. It was too late for Siren to run as she laid on a pile of leaves for a bed. It clutched her arms and tor her loin cloth off, and her breasts became exposed; two other ferocious creatures came, bristly hair, roaring towards her
these mysterious beasts moved slowly, but when they moved shook the ground a bit, they sounded like echoes from a volcano. It seemed these monsters were going to fight over her—their instincts for one another, knew one another, which they’d have to play the game, who was the strongest one. On the ground naked, her head turned to deny the others of their pleasures, she breathlessly gnashed under the leaves. She had kept one of the big rodent’s teeth, it was her weapon; and shoved it into the bear’s eye as it was sizing up his scavenger friends, the wanting prey: as it turned about to see what she was up to, thus, lustful or hungry—all desires halted with the bear screaming and letting lose his grip on her hand. And an earthquake came, a trembling of the earth, they thought for the moment she had created it, and the bears stood stone-still, as she scooted through the massive bunch: scooted to the nearby woods, yet fearful there could be more of this kind lingering about. The cliffs and her tree house came to mind quickly: it looked good now.




[SSARG and its Moon Rotma [in the Black Galaxy]



Part Six of Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—A New Dawn
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]


She [meaning: Siren] had had no real luck on these mesas, and started to climb down, the bears a ting fearful for the moment, the cliffs a bit eerie for the moment, each step a lose trigger, that could make her tumble straight down 3000-feet. She climbed down the crack she had climbed out of, some 30-feet, then outward to the face of the cliff, and dug her fingers into the mountains stratum, her feet almost bent forward—quite limber you might say, and heel to toe on the mountain like a mountain cat, she slowly, very slowly, step by step, inch by inch she climbed down. Dawn was breaking, it was a new day; she used some of the old foot and hand grips she made, depressed into the strata with a tooth she carried along with her, on her way up, now down

—As she climbed down the cliff, she remembered hearing her mother’s voice, sudden and sharp, then she heard confusion: thought just about what she imagined, Jokaneen was trying to tell her something, ‘…get off the cliffs [the mesa top], that is what the message was, not loud, not clear, but clear enough to translate; and so that moment had come, that is what she was doing. Yes, Jokaneen had suggested it, but Siren was already in the process of doing it: this is what she was thinking when she was descending: dragging the pride Which, the youth live with but with its variability-changeableness: she pushed aside for the moment) “Yllim—,” said a voice, Siren had heard that voice in her head, she concluded, but couldn’t put face to fact, and this is what she remembered before she killed the bears, when she was on her way to the cliffs, before her mother told her to, ‘…get off the cliffs,’ which was her idea first, and she was proud of that. When she was running, galloping hooves to the cliffs, she remembered that, gallant and proud now, and thunderous was she before. The morning sky was yellow then.
She heard the voice the second time, the voice of Yllim, it said, “Make a scythe,” that is why she was naked now, climbing down the cliffs, except for a string around her waist that held a little notebook in place. And she did what the fragmented voice said, she make a scythe, out of a shard blade of rock, tied to a long thick branch, tied with the long grass that was used for her loin cloth, and the twenty foot pole became a weapon, and when the bears came to her, about to grab her before she could get back down that shaft, that crevasse in the gut of the cliff, that gap, before the giant bear could have his dinner, all three of them, she cut their throats with the weapon.
To the masses below, she must had looked like the conqueror of the planet, for they all fell, all three shapes fell to their death, over the cliffs, to their death and to for the dinner of the vipers and the rats, who where celebrating the forth-shape [meaning: Siren]. She remembered when the beasts fell: the crowed of loyal creatures were loud ((Siren took another step)), it was too loud, too festive; so much too loud and festive that Siren lost thoughts for a moment of the battle taking place, and had one more bear to kill. She killed it, but lost her concentration.

 “Daughter! Daughter! Daughter!” Went through Jokaneen: speeding across her essence, her body residue that was forming into a thicker substance on Rotma [meaning: moon; SSARG’s moon]: this ball that paralleled SSARG, now 140,000-miles from SSARG [The Grass Planet], the very moment had arrived, if she was to connect with her daughter (Yllim: the Moon Prince, son of Roliv, king of Nay [a section of the moon], the young mammalian, who offered to love Jokaneen, and she not knowing quite what to do). Yes, Jokaneen was curious for love, and desire was in her: a desire so strong she was torn, fragmented essence, and horrified to leave her daughter and most likely repudiated by the rest of the Universe, this was her chance; both torn (Jokaneen) Yllim too).
The moon was 140,000-miles from the planet now, not pride or logic, but believing something could happen if she wasn’t’ there, with her daughter was her painful side, the side that said she should leave while she could, leave this moon-kingdom of sorts, while she could. She said for the third time, “Daughter! Daughter! Daughter!”
“Go to her,” Yllim said, looking at his General, General Lafos, the General commander of Nay and his fathers most trusted General, one that observed his courage, and often reported back to his father. And then he stopped intervening, and she was gone—gone…
and it was but a moments time—Siren cold hear her mother plainly again, save for the slight difference in time and space.

(The voice in transition) …that instant, the: was-not: is: was is an advantage for the voice took place through gravitational pull: its weightless waves to the planet, the Voice: but had there been resistance maybe the Voice would not have been permitted to escape the gravity, the planet at seemingly have a little more pull, than the moon: and the prince allowing them to be uncoupled, she return to Siren: and there in her mind was the Voice again, her world: no longer fragmented. His face [meaning: Yllim] pale: lowered hands, shoulders lowered, and hunchbacked. He took her love in secret what more could he do, he had to let go, and he did let go. (There was three involved—Siren-Jokaneen and Yllim, the three of them hooked together, all believing love would not separate them, but it did: for a while, partly for Siren, and now fully for Yllim.)


dawn was breaking, it was a new day; she used some of the old foot and hand grips she made, depressed into the strata with a tooth she carried along with her, on her way up, now down
—As she met her horde of vipers and rodents—she had assumed she assumed now she’d be able to sleep well, and wake up without any wondering if she was going to see a new dawn.
“Welcome back mother,” she said to Jokaneen.
The creatures had eaten the three bears that had fallen from the cliffs, hide, flesh, and to the bone, and then the bones: nothing was left. And they all gathered about her, proud to have her for their queen.
It was too far to go back to their land, or so Siren announced, and then pointed to what she called “The Valley of the Dawn.” It was in another direction. She had heard from Blaze and Nob, it was the land of the Manticore, some creature they could not describe.

—Morning came quick, perhaps too quick, they were in a land known as “The Land of the Dawn,” and over her was a four legged creature like a tiger, or lion, she had never seen such a creature, and the head of a man, similar to an earthling. ‘By god,’ she said, looking at the beast humming, hissing her face: it was as surprised to see her as she him, it, the Manticore was examining her, with its saber like teeth ready to devour her, should she move: ‘Lay still,’ Jokaneen told Siren in her head, and somehow, Siren woke up Blaze, talked in his language: ‘Ko, ko, ko [go, go, go] Oi, oi [help, help] ◊/rS
[Siren],’ had the snake sounded the name out it would had been different of course, but the viper understood, and woke Nob up, the sun was coming up, an they both had regenerated their strength through the cool night. The hot days sucked the energy out of them.
Then casting their eyes over by Siren, they saw the Manticore: both a fit fearful, yet unsure what Siren was going to do, they took no chances and leaped several feet in the air: Siren saw them flying in the air, and when they landed the head to the Manticore was in Blazes mouth, and Nob was wrapping his long slimy lizard like body around the Manticore’s abdomen, and squeezed the life out of what was left of him. This tiger beast was one of many, the vipers knew: they knew from legend, everything on this planet was, or seemed to be handed down by some kind of clairvoyance: that being, from echoes of the land, the Grass Planet was as if it could talk, send out messages of its providences to the new born: as if it held into side its core the legend to the inhabitants, but global waves of information to its populace; if anything, the planet was a mother to the living and breathing on its surface. It could harm though, should it want to, should it need to, should it be provoked to. It had in the past, and all living things on this planet knew, it, they knew, because the planet told them, just as the planet had told the vipers and the rats about the Land of Dawn, where the Manticore’s lived.
Blaze was hurt, deep scratches into its outer skin, into its flesh, deep, for the claws of the Manticore were long and thick—but the antagonist was gone, dead. She built a fire and they camped there for several days, caring for Blaze trying to kill the bacteria, the microorganisms within his wounds, and there were several: the wounds were open and thus, infant worms to eat the decay and the germs out of the wounds, keeping everything as clean as possible: all with the guidance of her mother. And on the seventh day, he rose from his deathbed to her armpit, to show Siren he was of vivacious, and healed; that the Queen used her magic again, and all was well.


Characters [or creatures] Names:

Siren [Daughter of Jokaneen]
Blaze [King of the Snakes]
Nob [A general and a snake to Blaze]
Manticore
Jokaneen [Mother to Siren]
Yllim [Prince of Rotma; son of King Roliv]
Roliv, King of Nay [part of Rotma: the moon]
General Lafos [Commander under King Roliv of Rotma]
King Rat I [Killed during a fight with Siren]
King Rat II [King of the Rats]
The Manticore’s
The Frat Serpents
The Gin: Master of the Manticores
The Misfits [Cliff Dwellers]
Finn, the Giant
King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom]
Ahtla [maid from the Chamber Kingdom]




Locations:

SSARG
Rotma [SSARG’s Moon]
Nay [a section of the Moon, Rotma]
Amtor [Rotma’s asteroid-moon]
The Great Lakes of SSARG



Snake: Language:

Ko [go]

Oi [help]

◊/rS [Siren]






Lost in Silence
[Final Chapter in: “The Cadaverous Planets”]



Chapter Thirty [30/ and Advance to Chapter 1-6 of SSARG]



[Jokaneen: on Rotma, SSARG’s planetoid like moon.] “When my daughter Siren left Moiromma, to SSARG, I was sure our telepathic powers we both seem to have, would remain strong between us; but to a certain degree they did: not remain strong, but remain they did; I was permitted somehow, someway to communicate with her, even envisage her, to a certain degree. And although I expected no to communicate at all, being so far outside the our known Galaxy, I was surprised, plus, after hearing about the planet she went to, I sure she’d die quickly. Again I found myself surprised in that that I miscalculated her growth in both courage, and wit. I had heard it was the land of Grass, vipers and all sort of creatures unknown to this Galaxy. Although Earth has many of its legends, legends told sideways: meaning, they must had been here at one time: perhaps so, perhaps not—but the legends seemed to connect somehow.
“As you will may know by now, I died on planet earth; I mean in the vaults of Hell. But like a ghost I followed her through her mind: I was enwrapped into her mind, like smoked fish; that is a little harsh I suppose, in trying to connect the dotes, but you understand, it was a process of will, mind, an act of the Almighty, osmosis and I can’t think of anything else, there I was, in her mind.
“At this juncture, I was also familiar with her viper friend, Blaze. Then as you know, I ended up here, here on your planet, I mean moon
Rotma, as you call it Yllim. And I can only get half the communication I want with her it’s all fragmented. Thus, I’m come to the conclusion I’m half here and half still in her mind.”
Roliv, the King of Nay, a section of Rotma [the moon], was listening as she spoke to his son. She was a ghost, and he feared some, yet what can you do with a shadow he told himself, but listen. And she was taken to the Prince, so let her talk, and she did. The father was like a Homo erectus, hairy and bend a ting, long fingers and odd looking head, perturbing face, stubbed nose: big nostrils, and so forth and so on. The son was to the contrary: he was not too big, or as big as Siren, but build well; somewhat hairy, but not like his father, and he was more on the more advanced side of evolution, perhaps equal to the stone age personage of earth.
She had learned they were Rotma-lites, and “Nay,’ occupied a large part of the moon they lived on. Said the general, general Lafos, in his robust voice, “Make her a prisoner,” to the king. The king looked at him, think ‘But how,’ and the prince, simply said, ‘wait,’ as if anyone had a choice.
At this juncture, many of the areas inhabitants came to listen to the new species that had shown up on their planetoid. A most interesting creature they thought. (The language barrier, it is always the language barrier that interrupts my stories: but believe me, I have traveled the world, and language, or not knowing the others, is not a big thing, not a stopper, not a hole in the ground: others, they can read your eyes, your body language, and Jokaneen, put sounds together faster than I can type this story, having said that, and putting all this together, we return). …An interesting creature they thought.
Yes, oh yes, they were much intrigued, and did not want to give death to the woman who showed up in a mist form, a ghost form, one you could throw a rock through and it would most likely hit the king on the other side of her. Ghost she was, but a fine looking ghost, and Yllim had eyes for her and his heart was beating fast. And Roliv’s long narrow head was thinking fast, faster than Yllim’s heart I think was beating. And the general was confused on what to do, so he remained alert, stationary: like a good soldier, and on guard.
If fathers have jealousy, then it must be measured by love also, I would expect, and jealousy was on Roliv’s face, and love, but love can harbor anger, if only males—especially on this planetoid—knew how to get on the other side of anger which is hurt, it would reduce the friction, especially the friction the general, general Lafos was noticing in the King’s posture, his twitching, his face, his eyes. Yet he held back his aggression.
Aid Lafos [with a spectator smile]: “What other worlds are there besides our moon, and planet?” then he hesitated, and she gave no answer, and then added harshly and with authority, “She is a spy!”
Said Yllim, “But from where? If there are no other planets except SSARG and Rotma: Nay our home, then where—and if from SSARG for what reasons? They do not want to live on Rotma, no more than we want to live on SSARG? No, general, you are wrong, she is stranded.” Lafos was a hairy beast man, lips as thick, eyes bulging out like a pineapples hanging lose on a tree, as if they’d fall out should someone bump him. But he looked strong. The King was silent. Then Lafos left, and when he came back he had a vase like piece of pottery, sacred poetry, and unbreakable pottery, saved for such occasions, as Lafos felt the empire was in danger of evil sprits. And he threw some substance into the bonfire, that all were standing around, several soldiers about, and a magic smoke came from it, subdued the evil spirit, Jokaneen, and she seeped like a cloud into the top of the vase, and he plugged it with hard clay.
It happened so fast, all where taken by surprise, and of course, his excuse to the king was: it was his job to insure his safety, and he did have the ear of the king, even more so than the prince: not the love, but the security ear.
And there she remained for the moment. To Jokaneen it was back to Hell’s vaults, old memories coming back to her, she was reliving the tombs she was placed in, in Hell: it was mortification.
The fire glowed, flickered, and the Prince’s face grew Angrier and Angrier, and he stood up, grabbed the bottle and proclaimed his intentions: “I am going to marry her, take her for my own.”
The King looked at Lafos with an evil eye, it was worse than before, at least he had a son, now he was about to lose one to a ghost, and surely she’d accept, knowing she’d be returned perhaps to the bottle.
Said the King with a fair sounding voice: “Let’s take time to think about any proposals, and if you wish to marry her, my love for you will not out weigh my jealousy of her, you can marry; but it would seem a boring life, but than love is deeper than consummation, to pleasure or desire. Thus, we shall see, and I ask you give this thought in the following days, and then, then you can sit with me, and me alone and proclaim your heart, and if be it marriage, so be it.”
The whole lot of people clapped, and bowed to the king, as they walked by him. Seldom did He come out and sit by a fire and talk freely with the civic people. But they saw a fair king, a king that took heart before logic, especially with his own son.


Part Seven off Nineteen
[See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—Legs of the Spider
And the Great Plains [two parts]
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]


The Flat Lands

[Legs of the Spider] —The Tarantula Nebula; around our Galaxy reside two separate galaxies: the large being Magellanic Cloud (LMC: 30,000 light years from earth); and the small, Magellanic Cloud (SMC: 160,000-light years from earth); the galaxy [s] looks similar to the legs of a spider. Our galaxy the one our solar system is in, the one our earth calls home, is the Milky Way; and these third galaxy seems to be slowly enmeshing with our Milky Way, as is, Andormeda Galaxy too: so Siren had learned. But we are only concerned here with one, at the moment: LMC, which is about the one where SSARG’s at; let me try to explain the best I can so you can have a certain idea of where Siren is at and her new planet is at, as Siren has just learned also: the location. The Three galaxies I have mentioned besides the Milky Way, will someday I do believe—will someday go together, entangle and become one, especially the two Magellanic Cloud galaxies, as I have mentioned. The LMC Galaxy has many stars in it, and its Nebula, Tarantula, has many. Tarantula has about 800-light-years across it. A big hole you could say: again, called ‘The Legs of the Spider,’ with a great mass of gas, ultraviolet radiation of embedded stars—these stars are young, as are the planets therein; I would say three million years old. And yes, SSARG is no older than they are.
Rotma, SSARG’s moon, covers the gassy environment to a certain degree, for the Planet SSARG, by blocking its overpowering ultraviolet radiation, and there is a second smaller moon, more on the order of a large asteroid, in Rotma’s orbit, which blocks, or helps block some of the rays on Rotma. There is no air or life on this smaller asteroid-planet, called Amtor. Amtor is about 250,000-miles from Rotma, and does not have all that much gravitational pull on Rotma, for the most part.
It might be of interest also, that on SSARG, there is no Arctic or Antarctica [or north or south poles]. That seems to allow for a more stable balance in its weather.


[Advance to Chapter Seven/about the narrator]: SSARG—, a planet of grass beyond the Milky Way Galaxy: this is the continuation of the nineteen-sketches of ‘Siren of SSARG,’ to include her mother Jokaneen, from the cadaverous Planets, as narrated to him telepathically Dennis L. Siluk, at his condo in the high mountains of the Andes of Peru, in the city of Huancayo; Siren, which has Moiromma blood, through interplanetary space ended up on this stranded planet of sorts, a bit smaller than Earth, but larger than Earth’s moon.
The planet has several frontiers: vast desert plateaus, and immense prairies of long grass; while other sections have towering cliffs, and still others caves; through here time here on the planet she has found insuperable obstacles, but has defeated all.
In this strange land, this planet where the grass can grow twenty feet high, there are no oceans, nor are there poles, as we know them to be on earth, but there are several great lakes, as larger if not larger than Lake Superior on earth, as large if not larger than the state of Minnesota; and some 2000-feet deep. There are cadaverous enemies in these deep waters, monsters. There were even wars in this underwater worlds, in these gigantic lakes: in these waters there are ‘Children of the Deep,’ who are seeded by serpents of flesh, onto pods and grown like wild flowers, heads like babies, and bodies like frogs; a stem attached to their heads: they are called ‘Frat Serpents,’ and can grow to be as big as whales, if allowed. And now, the narrator has just picked up some telepathic narration to distribute:



Chapter Seven: The Great Plains [Flatlands]

As Siren continued west, back to where her tree house was—out of the Land of the Dawn, as she called it, or land of the Manticore might be more proper, she started to see birds, with yellow and blue feet; rivers that ran uphill, and fish jumping several feet out of the air, from a huge lake, and grass as tall as twenty-feet. The birds were huge, about half her size. The water was cool and sweet. When she had come to the cliffs, she turned from to go back southwest.
She noticed a few of these upright Manticore’s following her behind, they walked like kangaroos, somewhat. It was a most hideous sight she pondered, and now they were crossing one of the several plains they had crossed to get to where they had been: journeying back now.
Siren looked a few times at Blaze, the reason being, he looked a bit confused, if not strange, possibly it was the first time he had eaten flesh and animal at the same time, the Manticore meat he had devoured after the kill: it seemed he was craving more of it. Nonetheless, they proceeded forward crossing the long prairies.
Each night Siren built a fire and the animals, the rats and the vipers, and the Manticore’s behind them, wicked-eyed, but not threatening, would come close to the fire, about twenty feet, at first it was more than a hundred feet, they had build, slowly build their way to twenty feet in front of the fire, then they’d go back to their campsite about three-hundred feet from theirs. As they went from day to day, they ate what they could: nuts, fruits, bugs and some kind of food growing on green stalks, which all seemed to have an acquired taste, and of nutritive qualities.

It was several weeks in the marching forward to their home, when Siren had some dreams where she visualized in the southern meadows, coming up, she visualized this, that an attack, soon an attack would take place: the vipers and rats would attack the hundred or so Manticore’s and thus exterminate a race, and disturb the balance of the planet, imaginative it was, but real it felt to her. The Manticore’s could not fight the massive amount of vipers and rats, yet they felt threatened: perhaps jealous or perhaps feeling their queen was in danger. No peace was made between the Manticore’s, not like it was forced upon the rats, by Siren, with the vipers, and this planet had not leaned grace was a virtue, so it could break out at anytime, and before she could stop it, it would be all over; perhaps the one hundred Manticore’s were but a small company of the race, she didn’t know, and they were on a fact finding mission. Everything on this planet was sectioned off, kept secret from one species to the next.




Chapter Eight:
The Chamber City


The creature, Manticore’s, sat by the warm fire; they wanted to know how to create fire. And with Siren’s second sight, she read their minds. In ding so, she also found out nearby, underneath a cliff were what they called “The Chamber City,” it was on the order of the ancient cliff dwellings (similar to those at Mesa Verde, in Colorado). In the morning they followed these Manticore’s, not quite able to transmit their language into an understanding dialogue, they followed these creatures to the gates, via, Siren.
Lifting hand and head to get up this lofty cliff, this dwelling, the army of rodents and vipers, and now a few Manticores, once again had to stand down stay below. The leader of the Manticores was called, The Gin, or master if you will, and he accompanied her. It was a vacant city for the most part; some ghosts seemed to be here about, so Siren detected with her senses or insight.
Most of the small city under the cliffs were made either out of some kind of sandstone, along with bricks and boulders, no mortaring needed it seemed. She was getting a ting tired as she investigated her new surroundings, the Gin by her side. As she advanced further into the cave, and now Gin had two more of his guards with him, Siren asked the three to stay by the opening of the cliffs, as she ventured deeper into the subterranean cliffs. And they did as she asked. All these creatures she came to love and like, was for the most part appalling at beast, yet at their whim, she could be killed. Now she was in a city of some 100-rooms, some above ground others below.
It seemed to her this was not a hostile environment, not yet anyhow. Again I repeat, from the exterior, or outside of the city, especially down below the cliffs, where Siren’s army remained, the city looked like an ancient ruins, and may very well have been so, a décor, or real, she was now by a room called: “The Rose Room.” Here she found an Operations Room, one that you might see at the Space Center in Huston: with many screens to watch with many controls and switches, everywhere.

[The Beasts] She could speak and somehow be understood by the beast, their language were grunts and gestures, or were for the most part; yet Siren interpreted it inside her head, a phenomenon it was, and as strange as it was, it was but a way to understand the universe more: a gift given to her at birth. The control room captivated her.
The control room was perhaps some 1600-square feet. As she walked around the area, she had three grunting creatures; the grunts were somewhat erythematic you could say; the new found huge creatures. These creatures lived here, had some kind of kingdom, but played it safe with Siren, knowing there were those waiting for her out side the compound.


The Roar

A roar greeted her footsteps; she thought it was the misfits she had discovered and were standing by watching her, as she checked out the room. Then, she turned around, they were gone, the misfits, as she nicknamed them. She looked about someone, they were fighting with a giant, a fumbling giant to be exact, and she called him Finn: he was about twenty-feet tall; a freak of nature he classified him as, smoothed skin, big hips. They seemed to be tugging with him, shaking of heads and grunting, and then the four stopped to see Siren staring at them.


Written: 4/3/2004; revised 11/2005 [Peru]

As Siren awoke, she started to walk through the thick grass, it was pre dawn, and the grass was wet with dew, and tall, and she knew the Manticore’s could smell her, hear her, perhaps taste her on their tongues but none leaped out upon her: although they were wild and savage.
As she stepped out from the high grass to where the Manticore’s were camping, they all stood erect, noble like, --then a great roar of hissing started, with flanked animals all about them: black, red, and brown headed stakes, and hairy rats; the rats snapping their jaws, and the snakes hissing and moving back and forth, and siren halted them throwing back her head—.

Note: Original Chapter done April 2004, revised November, 2005




Chapter Nine:
Finn the Giant


“Do not slay him,” she screamed at the three misfits, she demanded. Perhaps it was their way of playing with the big guy, but it looked fatal from Siren’s vantage point.
The Giant grunted at all three of the individuals, and the three said, “No—why not!” As they continued to fight the giant with bare hands; the giant got knocked down; he now seemed senseless; Finn must have weighed all of 800-pounds.
The giant roared again, and in the hallway it created a clamoring echo; yet this time the swaying giant remained calm, yelling yes, but calm, as if to be stunned, looking down at his shadow, talking to himself, talking to himself like a crazy man, or just idiot; hands fumbling again, his throat was cut from the claws of the misfits.
As Siren looked upon him, “…he lives,” she murmured. All looked upon the giant; the misfits venomously looked, and then at Siren, yet all talked to her in a voice of calm: nothing occurred, nothing that would provoke her to fight.
Finn’s throat was bad, a deep cut, but not to the point of it being a deadly wound, he put some mud on it, to cover it, and the minerals in the mud seemed to do the trick, by closing the would, and stopping the bleeding.
“We are all… (Lost for words: she paused, then continued)…we all should be comrades in this deadly land, not look for warfare…lest we find it, and end our days for nothing,” said Siren with a sigh. The misfits looked upon her as if to say: ‘is she nuts;’ I mean they lived for war; it was a way of life. It was the difference between having an honorable and active life, or dull and limited meager life: so they believed, and reasoned.
The misfits gave a snarl, half smile, as if they were listening, still fearful of this new creature woman: but their minds were really off some other place. On the other hand, Siren was thinking: what could she do with these three new creatures, or was there more like them, and if so, than what, and now a giant, and her army awaiting her. She pondered at the faces, and the facts in front of her.

(—Outside the chambers, and caves, were the rodents and snakes bellowing for Siren to return. She did show her face for a moment, but only a moment, and returned to the Rose Room; the rodents were digging, or trying to dig a hole into the cliff, making holes so they could climb it to be with her, thus, at seeing her, they stopped.)


The First Night

The first night, Siren slept in the “Control Room Chambers,” otherwise known as the Rose Room, while Finn slept in the cave like hallway, grunting and guarding the door, and the three-misfits, slept with their newfound friend Siren, but a distance away, and the Manticores slept guarding outside by the top of the cliff, looking down at the army, and trying to keep them calm for Siren. The Vipers were restless, but knew with Siren they had to be patient, and so they were learning, save for the fact, they did worry about their queen’s safety.


King Htok

—Something leaped over Siren, then a second something, they held her down still, it was damnable-dark in the room, and they exasperatedly grabbed her in a quiet but violent way; Finn was sleeping, everyone was sleeping. Her jaws locked onto a hand, and then she let it go after grabbing onto an ear, then spitting it out. Maddened with pain, the two some bodies gave her a potion that subdued her; then they put shackles around her writs and ankles.
There was a notch in the chamber wall, as they went through a chamber door to anther room, these beings were more Neanderthal looking, more so than the three misfits, whom were the scouts for the King, King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom], whom befriended Siren. They brought her into the inner chamber; the king sat on a chair, now looking upon Siren and His dutiful soldiers, with a smile for a job well down. The misfits, were rewarded, and then sent away.




Chapter Ten:
King Htok


“I warn you,” he said, “if you try to scratch or bite my men I will kill you!” Said King Htok, sitting on his stone throne, instructing Siren in the niceties of war, and fair play: she merely snarled at him, and them, them being the soldiers that subdued her, the two.
“My name is King Htok,” he said to Siren.
She answered, “And I’m Queen Siren,” a pause, and silence filled the chamber walls, stone on stone bouncing the rippled echo back to the king, like a boomerang.
“Your who, from where?” said the King.
“I’m Queen Siren from Moiromma, Mercury, Earth, and now here, SSARG. And my army will swallow you up, should you not release me, and should you kill me, you kill your whole civilization, if you have one.” The words of Siren’s were tricky for the king to understand, and he had three translators by his side, but they were translated properly.
“So you are from way out in the dark overhead (space),” said the King with a ting of mystery and wonderment in his gaze.
She showed no fear, a voice from her mother inside of her head, told her to remain calm, things would pass, but also to remain respectful to a king, for should you push him in a corner, he would have to choice but to sacrifice his whole kingdom for the honor of it. And so Siren played the game, and plowed her head, slightly. All saw that she, the Queen of her beastly following was honoring their king, and gazed upon her as a worthy captive.
The General said, sarcastically, but willingly, “Should we hand her, stab her, or eat her live?” These were the normal practices of captives in war.
“No,” said the king, “She’ll be my love mate.” She looked at him, and said not a word.
“Do you agree?” the king asked. It was funny she thought: why was he asking, he didn’t have to, perhaps because she was a queen, and a captive love mate: queen, would ward off an all out war, if she agreed.
She did agree, it was a matter of dying and going to another location in space for her, for her kind it was simple, but many would die should she do that, perhaps she could prevent this in time, and it would have to be soon, they had no idea of the war that was about to take place.


Ahtla

At that moment a girl took her to another chambers within the hidden walls of the strange mountain kingdom, deep within the under bellow of the mesa above them. Her name was Ahtla. She said in a soft voice,
“I’ve never seen a strong looking female like you? Wild beasts, that’s all there is on this level surface, around us. Are you somewhat sort of an animal? You know, half beast, half being?” said Ahtla. Siren’s eyes widened.
“Why?” [A pause took place between the two women]
Siren was naked, and Ahtla was with a skimpy tunic on, and she watched Siren clean up, taking all the dirt and dust off her skin, course skin for the most part.
“He’s a devil,” said Ahtla, meaning the king, “so be careful of him,” then she looked at Siren, and her shapely body, “the king will be pleased with you,” she murmured softly. “Don’t tell him I said that though.


Night

In the middle of the night, the king came for his pleasures and Siren was not resistant, allowing him his full character, feeling otherwise, it would not give her time to think of a way out. And to be quite honest, she was feeling the need for the same pleasures, and so perhaps she could get what she wanted, letting him think he was the power, and had it over her. In essence, she really felt, he was just a semi fat old king, with a ding-dong.
“Well I’ll be,” the king said, looking at Siren sleeping on a stone bed with some light covers over her, no pillow, her forearm for a head rest. And he made love to her. Afterwards he said, “You are a great lover, I shall keep you around a while.” She smiled at him, and made no attempt to bust his bubble.




Chapter Eleven
The Executioner



Siren knew she was silently condemned to death, especially in the morning when the king, King Htok, and several of his guards awoke her, stood over her like hawks ready for the kill.
She could see the king better now, better than in the dark last night: he had old wounds, scars all over his face: dark skin, and much older than what she first thought.
“Hello,” she said in a free voice, one that showed no fear whatsoever. The king looked down upon her as if she was the maid herself, not a queen. An ego trip, thought Siren, to show off in front of his men.
“I have heard you have many creatures that follow you, that you are a warrior and even the Manticores fear you?”
“What do you really want?” asked Siren.
“Why did you come here?” asked the king.
“Hoping I’d find living beings similar to me, or like you.”
The king stared at her, with a puzzled face. It seemed to break some ice between them: a compliment, if that is really what it was. He touched her long black hair.
“I hear you fight with skill, do things no one thinks will appear?”
“I can be useful in a war, if that is what you mean?” It was like she could read the kings mind, if not motives.
“You can be dangerous I see…” his hand now rubbing his chin, as if to gather up some new thoughts.
Said the king’s assistant: “She has the devils trick in her eyes.”
“AH,” she said, “You know of him too, my mother met him, and so did I, in hell.” The king laughed, yes, we have heard of this person called the devil and His horde, or henchman, even on this planet, for I heard you are from another.”
It seemed to Siren—for there was a moment of silence: pity, friendship and a warrior’s destiny, all were being deliberated within the king’s mind.
A moment passed uneventfully, the king turned around and Siren in thought: you’re going to lose your chance to have a loyal subject vs. a wild beast lurking behind your shadow. And she was all she thought to be, she was confident, she was brave she was willing.
Siren had noticed, the friendly maid had not returned, and the guards had left her chamber. And the king had left the room, only to return within a few minutes, unannounced.
—As he came back into her room, he unchained her; she knew he would decide her fate soon. But she gave no inclination to her knowledge, or foresight. Thus, the shackles were off her ankles and wrist.
The king now took her to an underground vault; she carried his torch for him. As he pulled open a door on the floor, there being no furniture thereabouts (in the underground chamber room), no ornamentation, just a box. They both jumped into this cramped chamber that had a big stone for an overhead door, which was laid over the top of the hole to his chamber below. IT was a gloomy place indeed, thought Siren. He opened the wooden box in the underground chamber; there was a scroll in there, --in English, he asked her to read it and so they both sat down, torch and all, now the king held the torch, as Siren examined the document.



Chapter Twelve
The Document


It was a strange document. She looked at the king with high-sharpened eyes, looking at his massive shoulders. Remembering the lovemaking he forced upon her the evening before. The woman inside of her wanted him, and so did the beast. She had a short tunic on, as did the king, he also had sandals that seem to be burdensome when walking, or even sitting.
“The document indicates the human race, from earth has been here in the past that this was an outpost at one time, to a land called Atlantis, over 10,000-years ago. And through time, another alien race by some kind of agreement kept data on this world of yours, through the pyramids on Earth in Egypt. Sending back signals, to a king called Poseidon. They used obelisks that were planted in Egypt for transmitting, as well as the inner core of the pyramid, which held an energy source.
“The race called, ‘The Old Ones,’ were in charge of transmitting this information after a while, evidently they were more suitable for the task, able to lock on to circular energy, what would regenerate itself as in a letter eight, whereas the human needed to be fed constantly and died out here. You perhaps have some of their blood.
“You can see their tools in the control room, however it operated, and it got messages back and forth throughout the galaxy.”
The king now told Siren to sit and be quiet as he went and got his soldiers to try and operate the equipment, that he was so fearful of all his living days. But being still and quiet was not conducive for the tranquility of her mind; she knew the king was to cleaver to let her live.
As soon as Siren had taken her seat, given the document back to the king, he got up, tripped over Siren’s foot, the box with his sandals, hit his head on a rock. He was unconscious, and Siren knew it was but for a moment, for he was old, and clumsy, but he’d be up in a moment’s time nonetheless, and she had to act quickly; an idea from her mother flooded her cerebellum. She jumped up, leaped out of the 3x3 hole into the floor, started to move the 300-pound stone back to the opening in the floor as it then, fell into in place. Yes, the king was buried alive.

—He was a mad king indeed bellowing from his pit to be set free. He couldn’t move the stone, all he had to stand on was a wooden box, and that broke quickly of old age. Half a dozen other stones were lying about in the chamber, she moved them over to the spot she was at, and put them on top of the main flat stone, making the weight some 500-pound now. He was now in his grave with his document in hand; but these adventures were not over yet; the king was doomed, sure enough, and she was on its edge. She would have to play this out.
She said to the rocks, the ones she piled over the king’s grave:
“The beast overtook the woman, but the woman ate the beast at the end (she was hoping the king heard that).” Her eyes ablaze, thunder in her heart, she left the chamber and now found herself in the halls of the king.



Chapter Thirteen
Hearts of Buzzards


Below the cliffs and caves remained the frequently snarling vipers and rodents, and a few of the Manticores, all in and with their own arguments on dominating natures: questioning whom would rule who, when, how, etc., Siren had been gone now going on three days. There seemed no end to the hissing debate going on below the cliffs.
Blaze II, wanted to rule of course, and would seem the most likely to be chosen, should Siren do the choosing, but of course, she was not present. All, to include the Manticores, said: they would follow the most dominant one, the strongest, and the most courageous. Thus, of the three rodents whom seemed to be the elders, selected was: “Fists” whom would challenge Blaze. He was the most ferocious of the rodents. The 90- or so Manticores remained quiet, as did the few on top of the cliff swellings: with Finn, all waiting for Sirens arrival.

Just before dark, the two were vehemently sneering at one another. All had agreed to follow the winner, provided one died. The females from both the groups looked on, and stepped back, and did no yelling or cheering, just remained stone still waiting.
The two figures were guided by the moon’s light, it was overhead, and the fight needed to take place, should a mist cover it up and the light disappear. Hence, they moved in a circle like one might at a cockfight both following one another trying to see the vulnerable spot of the other to attack. The rodent’s hair was bristle like, as the viper’s body was starting to swell as if to leap. They both had hearts of buzzards, trying to provoke the other to take the first action, thus leaving him at a disadvantage, should the other wish to wait for such a moment, and strike during the interval of his recovery. They both made sounds, a senseless clamor it seemed, but it was to frighten the other, in this balancing of nerves with skill in battle.


The Fight
(Fists and Blaze II)

Finn, the giant slept in one of he deep halls away from all the commotion, while the Manticores pounded their hairy chests about with excitement at all the disorder going on. Thus, under the stars the two antagonists started their jumping, leaping and tarring each other part.
—It was morning, dawn, and the two still were grunting at one another; still both beating on one another: both bloody; skin torn off their shoulders, and for the viper it would be of course its long body [That of: Blaze II]; skin shredded with scratches and bits, yet both lived, if only half alive.
The battle through the night was neck to neck you could say. For the viper he liked a close fight, for the rat, he liked it to be more at a distance: to pace, and attack the viper to leap and attack. Both took heavy blow; a heavy blow, at one time (when Blaze leaped on the rat), a blinding blow to that broke the rat’s willpower for a moment: he went staggering about. Fists, was no push over though, yet the weight of Blaze was melodramatically, overemotionally, too, too much for most of the onlookers, it was crushing, almost humiliating but somehow he got back up to, and his feet, to fight again.
In one respect, it was a long tedious fight, at least for the spectator—and in both beasts, both were losing their championships, and this was not good. It was one thing to give it up to Siren, another to have it taken away from another race.

On top the cliff, three Manticores watched every movement of the fight: then out of nowhere, she leaped off the high cliff, Siren, yes Siren, she leaped like a flying hawk, awkward it looked, but steady she landed on the ground below, said, “I’m back!” And the valley below, in front of her, surrounding her, all its inhabitants, thereof, were in an uproar with elaborateness, splendor grandeur to have gotten their queen back.
She looked around, and wished she had peace and quiet for a spell, a place to hide; comfort, like the place she had build on the mound, the keep in the trees, the castle like, now she could use it, if only she could find her way back. But her mind was wondering, and to tend to business, and get her army back in order.



Chapter Fourteen
Siren the Conqueror
(Scoriae and Finn)


Siren pronounced “Fists,” to be the leader of the Rat, and “Blaze II,” to be the leader of the vipers: the General of the Viper Army that is, and “Scoriae,” to be the one leading the Manticores, the general, of the one hundred and to be her personal guards: feeling they were not after power, but rather, a place to fit in, and should they follow her, they’d be damned by both the vipers and rats. So if they’d wish, this was her plan.
Finn, wanted to remain where he was, for it was the only kingdom he knew, alone perhaps, or perhaps not. In a way he was a gentle giant, perhaps forced to be, for he would be the only one of his kind against a host of other races and armies. Should he offend anyone, there was no place to hide. He knew the king had a tall daughter, and perhaps someday he’d allow them to mate (tall meaning: he was twenty feet, and she about eight or nine), it was in the back of his mind, but way back there. The king now was nowhere to be found.
Henceforward, the armies left the cliff dwellings, leaving Finn behind. As fascinated as she was with the humanoids and their control room, she had no time to explore it further; she had to gain control of her armies before they killed one another and dipped the balance of the planet. In a way, you could say, the picture she saw was bigger than her wants; nonetheless, she took on the rulership of the three armies and sent the Manticores off (the one-hundred off them), back to show their tribe how to make fire.
She now had her garment on, and felt it was a symbol (since the cliff dwellers wore cloths) that she’d have to return someday and perhaps conquer the cliff kingdom, but for the time being, her army and she needed to leave.

—It was at this intersection of her life on the planet her reputation started to precede her. It was circulating around the orb from the mountains, to the plains and now the cliff chambers and this newfound kingdom, as well as throughout the grasslands.




Troubled Manticores
Chapter Fifteen
Part One


Siren noticed as she journeyed back to the tall grasslands, of which the vipers called home, the Manticores, all but one, became spasmodic.
Their hairy chests heaved in and out like fish gills, sucking in air, and I suppose wanting it to be water. The air was odd for them; kind of a chemical imbalance took place in their bodies. They became weak, a quarrelsome bunch. At times, blood came running out of their mouths, with wheezes of pain. Several times they had to stop and rest after only a few miles. It was as if evolution had not built a strong enough system for them to endure this part of the world. The Humidity was high also.
Perhaps that was the plan of the God of the Universe, thought Siren: that is, to keep these wild creatures away from each other: thus, build into the evolutionary track, a climate thermostat (or territorial one), and when it goes into a certain forbidden area, like a buzzer, it goes off and the system breaks down.
Perhaps that is why Finn didn’t want to leave the cliffs, and why the bears remained on the mesas; the rodents seemed to adapt pretty well everyplace they went, but did not like to go below the mound area, where the grasses were so high they could entangle one, and bind them up forever.
One night, one for the Manticores whirled himself around and around like a crazy dog, and with a warped like back, leaped into the fire unintentionally, and burned himself up bad. It was but an instant all this took place. Siren pulled him out, but the deep wounds did not heal, and he died.

Scoriae
Part Two


The leader, Scoriae, was left with little alternative, but to go back lest he wait until his men no longer would be able to resist the climatic change and die in place. Siren agreed with Scoriae, not quite knowing herself what the cause was, yet she could see the affects. Thus, the leader of the pack took his Manticores and said farewell to the two other groups of animal-warriors: homebound they were, and with the capability of using fire. And it was not but a few days when they noticed the primitive vitality come back to their bodies.
For Siren, her mind rested on getting the others back to their homeland, lest they end up with some kind of debilitating effects form the environment. Save for the fact, she did not notice any of her two armies with any such affects, the Manticores had.
In a way, thought Siren: this planet was witnessing a sophisticated form of civilization being born, yet still in its infancy.



Prince Nahtok
Chapter Sixteen


Siren, a Moirommalite by origin, and who spent time on earth and Mercury was a solid figure of a woman; and had a heart as strong as two eagles. It was her 3rd week after the Manticores had left, that Prince Nahtok, son of the King Htok, showed up with a small army of men at their campsite.
The prince wanted to know what happened to his father. He was filled with Homeric gusto, similar to what Achilles could have displayed. His one thousand-man army was no match for the 100,000- strong army of vipers and rodents that followed Siren; yet, they had swords and spears and arrows. Her army had saber-teeth, and jaws of steel, and talons, like nails.
“Your father abused me, and was going to bury me alive, and so I did to him what he wished to do to me.” She said with a solid face, eyes looking straight into his, reading, or trying to read his thoughts, her mother in the back of her brain doing likewise.
The youthful prince was shocked, couldn’t swallow. Stood stone still for the longest time, deliberating.
“And so—you, you, you took the step of savagery, my father was displaying. We are all barbarians are we not? Where is he now?”
“Does it really matte?” she questioned.
“Yes,” he responded, jumping off his horse that looked more like a kangaroo, with hoofed feet, two powerful wide feet, its spine allowed a saddle.
He hit Siren on the side of her shoulder with his heavy sword—breaking her shoulder bone; the second blow fractured her skull before she fell to he ground, at which time she kicked his, kicked his ribs, and broke three of them.
The soldiers were surrounded by the mass of vipers and rats, as Siren lay wounded on the ground. The cliff dwellers had never been defeated before, but this was soon to be tested by their opponents surrounding them.
A viper that was stretching its body up toward the Prince’s leg, started the war, thus, the bloody battle started with this viper, as he snapped off the prince’s leg with one bite. Then Scoriae and Blaze looked at one another, and they roared with the loudest roar the planet had ever heard, and it scared the soldiers as they almost froze in place, and the battle began.
Wild leaping from the vipers, with their fangs out, one tooth fangs some two fangs, and they jumped like kangaroos, and the soldiers horses were bitten to death, and as they fell onto the ground the rodents ate tem whole, ripped off their skin and pulled out their insides. Barbaric was not the word; SSARG had never seen such a battle. After the battle, soon to be called, “The Great Battle of the Planet,” Siren’s army had won, but did they; I mean, 90% of her army had perished. And out of the 1000-soldiers, the best of the Cliff Dwellers Army, only three were left, and no horses. Yes, only 10,000 vipers and rats were left out of over 100,000.
But word got around the globe, that Siren was the Conquerors of all Conquers. She was now called Siren the Great.
After a few weeks Siren did heal back to normal, as they started marching onto the grasslands once more.




The Jackal—Blezza e’l
Chapter Seventeen

Onward they marched, the land dotted with lakes and mud holes. This southern hemisphere possessed no great body of water, just streams and ponds for the most part: beautiful as they were they were not home for the many: even though Siren got to like this part of the planet quite well. Some plains had a dark thick forest here and there then all of a sudden: barren hills, a few mountains in the background; more pleasant than the grasslands she figured by far (and the vipers were hoping she did not get to liking it too much in this area); but it was not suitable for their livelihood, and she knew it. Siren did call this land “The Land of Variety,” for it had a lot of everything all together.
In many ways this land was more livable than the tall grass lands they were heading back to, or the mounds with the forest surrounding it; the rodents abode, both seemingly above and below one another, and the mound in the middle between them, here is where Siren had built her castle in the trees. But it was familiar ground for all, and it seemed the creatures were longing for it, and it seemed she had a duty to bring them back home, and so she was.
—What her followers were learning about their leader was that: Siren was (if anything), a tenacious character: stubborn, and at times down right bodacious: she called it being assertive though—but it was a ting beyond that I suppose. And her abode was the conclave for the armies to gather and see where the next movement would be. It was home.
Linguistically speaking, Siren was becoming just that, a linguist: not so much in forgion languages as it would normally be under such a title on earth, but in all areas: human and animalistic speaking, for such a title on SSARG: she could relate to all and whomever, whenever. Here is where she and they would do their emendations, if needed.

They had been gone almost two-years by this time, by the time she and they, her armies arrived back at their homeland; now standing by their tree house, castle that is, still the only cloths she had on was the small, cut tunic she acquired from the cliff dwellers, here all of a sudden she felt something was wrong; call it her intuition, or simply her warriors sensory perception: her sense were working overtime.
Something was wrong—, there was a horde of (clan of) Jackals, now in possession of the land, whose eyes were like voodoo drums, beaming on them from all sides.
They were making sounds, encircling her and her army. They had come from the other side of the world: they had heard about Siren and the great battle. Siren had become a living legend on the planet. And the Master Jackal, Blezza e’l (seemingly a demonic-jackal with somekind of reasoning), a creature from another planet perhaps she deliberated, that had entered the jackals of SSARG’s, for she had seen jackals, but not this aggressive or verbal, or for that matter, army orientated. He was quite different from his followers, who did not have formal reasoning, but rather his followers acted on the sameness, intuitive mind of their normal kind, yet took orders from this mastermind of aggression. There were 50,000-jackals, all creeping in and around the conclave area. He wished to be worshiped as the world warrior, yet this was not told to Siren, on you, my intrepid readers.
Siren knew this battle would not be as easy as the last one, although the last one was not easy in the sense of losses, it was in the sense of they knew (it as not the unknown I mean), they new, they’d win at the end, and they knew they’d have to suffer a paramount of losses. This battle looked like extinction at this point. These warriors were trained to dodge; bite, step back, and look for the weak spots, then re-attack. And they looked most barbaric of all the creatures on the planet, so was Siren’s deduction of the situation.
“Siren the Great,” called the Master Jackal. He wanted to know his enemy; know the one who conquered the planet—for she was the only one that had ever done so: he wanted to know the living legend, the queen who took the Cliff Dwellers. And so, she allowed him to stay within the mound area without dispute, and treated him with respect for the first month, and they seemed to get along well, both conquerors they both were and Siren with the worldwide reputation. Hence, it came to a showdown, it was in the forenoon, and he had told her:
“Recognize defeat, and proclaim it, and we shall move on, or be defeated, and we shall rape this land!” He actually was respectful about it, and perhaps, thought Siren, perhaps he could be trusted, but could she chance it. Would he do what he said he’d do, leave; or was it a ploy to say he won the greatest battle from the greatest conqueror of all time, and never lost one soldier in the process; thus, it would be the greatest of folklores ever told, for a ten-thousand years.
On the other hand, did she have a choice; she had stalled for time, and her two armies were ready for battle, but could 10,000-beat, 50,000-who had been rested up, just as much as they fed and ready for battle. But the Master Jackal hadn’t thought of something, the season, and Siren had. The monsoon season had set in, and the Jackals had not been aware there was such a season, anyplace on this planet; had they token the time to look at the tall grass, it should have told them something: it needed plenty of water, and thus, where did it come from—the water that is. Save, the fact was too late, and the season was upon them, and Siren had already talked to her rodents and vipers, and all was set for the battle, as the Master Jackal waited for Siren’s defeat, verbally.
She stood in the rain in front of the Master Jackal, in protest, and with a kick to his ribs, broke two of them, so started the war:
The war went on within the swampy grasslands where the jackals massed up, ended up getting lost and got eaten up by the snakes. Night after night, it rained, and night after night the snakes chewed them up like worms; they got caught in the thickness of the grass, entangled in the webs of the grass; as the rodents would chase them into the grass, and often be chased into the grass, but the vipers would not attack the rodents, only the jackals, and they waited for them, and attacked them in the woods and grasslands, night after night, like a territorial army of a hundred-thousand; yet they were only five-thousand vipers and five-thousand rodents.



The Quiet Mound—the Keep





The Quiet Mound
Chapter Eighteen


There seemed now to be a lull in the world’s ancient races; siren lived in her tree castle for may years thereafter, with the kings and leaders from all around the globe, coming too visit her: such as Blaze, Scoriae, and Blezza e’l, and the Cliff Dwellers representatives, and even representatives from the bear country: all brought it to what was called the Quiet Mound, her castle in the trees. The Great Forest behind her, the Grasslands in front of her, one hundred acres in between, that was her mound area, her land, and her territory.
And accordingly the Manticores even came to visit, now able to survive the drastic elements of the atmosphere, by changing their chemical imbalance within their system; that is to say, they were not subject to the allergic reactions they once had, anymore; that a certain tree had gave off (a certain chemical) into the atmosphere, because Siren had found an antidote, and sent it ahead for the Manticores. Thus, everything had a solution: or so it seemed for the moment.
And all came as often as they could to see Queen Siren of SSARG: queen of the orb, the world the planet; now Mother of the serpents as well; leader of the rodents, friend to the living cliff people and emissary to the bears and jackals. However she was known she was greeted as the queen, nonetheless.


The Mound and Stone Castle

It came to pass, Siren build a castle on the mound, out of stones and forever it would stand (so she hopped); so she believed, should she leave and come back in ten-thousand years or her off spring, impervious would it be to the elements of the land, and weather. The tree house remained as a visiting place, a place for her visitors to rest after their long journeys. And the quit mound became quiet after a while, as it was called. In time a village formed outside of its castle doors, people wanted to be close to the queen, and feeling it safer to live there, away from their governments of the world, and thus, governed by Siren herself. Be it human or animal, they all lived in peace if they chose to live on the mound.
—Siren could not figure out where the races or species of her planet all came from that is no legends to explain their beginnings of origin existed.
It was the 51st year of her life when she had bore a child; female Moirommalit’s are self-duplicating. She named him Anatolo, and Anatolia; she had twins, one boy and one girl, fraternal twins. This of course was a part of her roots, her planet’s roots you could say so their race would not fade into extinction.
When the inhabitants of Moiromma, had to abandon the planet because of a tilt in its orbit, causing the whole planet to become an arctic region (for the most part), they biologically reconstructed, or produced offspring as well as building into their systems a form of resurrection upon death, that was merely a transformation process, and regeneration, thus giving them as many as one hundred lives to live, within a period of 200 to 550 years.
The residue part of her soul would appear on anther planet (upon death), and like vapor transforming into a flesh, she’d appear as a mature creature, in full form on some selected planet, with perhaps a few modifications from the process. This was of course how she came to be here on SSARG.




Blood Lust

Chapter Nineteen
Part one of three





(New Weapons: Part One)

During these many visits from her friends, Siren found herself creating better and more dangerous swords, daggers, spears at their requests: things that would protect them from other intruding enemies.
Then it came about she made a firearm, similar to a carbine, single shot; a weapon that could shoot a piece of sharp metal iron a long distance. However, she did not explain the explosive qualities, she kept that a secret.
And now the Manticores used it against the Jackals, and the cliff dwellers used it against the bears in each case, wanting to invade the others lands. Thus, small wars came about as did small hunting bands; to a certain point, still the cliff dwellers used bows and arrows, but they were becoming obsolete. Many of the beasts came to Siren for advice on these matters, and the conclave became a world refuge it seemed.

The world was becoming, slowly armed to the teeth you could say. The question the queen brought up to all who visited her on such matters was: should she get involved, she’d have to circle the globe again, and force everyone into peace, and all had their reasons for war; in a way, she’d have to invade she told them, and use deadly force to those who did not wish to obey her. Her new forces at the conclave where up to 100,000-rats and vipers, along with other oncoming forces. But the world’s populations were double that of thirty-years prior, which was perhaps 500,000; now it was over two million.
Thus, who becomes the hunter and the hunted, was her question to the visiting races and who is to be vanished? And what species kept alive?


(Nightmares: Moiromma: Part two)

Be patient with me in the narration here, for as you may know events move very slowly on Planet SSARG, and some are under way this very minute.
Siren was having nightmares one after the other, of her home planet Moiromma. For months now she had been trying to make some kind of picture-story out of it. As if she had been born into it, yet she was born on earth, in hells deep caves, for all she knew, in earth’s core, and was even stranded on Mercury for a short period, and let me add, the Lotus Monsters there beat her to death within. Thus, she had her share of adventure, and it all has to come out somewhere, someplace along one life’s line, and should she not have someone to talk it over it, it comes out sideways, or perhaps this was the catalyst that was bringing it out: her nightmares.


(Decisions: Part Three)

Her life was not restrained or bogged down as it was on previous planets. She had met King Luhtc on Mercury and Agaliarept the Henchman of Hell, and her mother Jokaneen (who was in the back of her mind always with a little advice; who was born on Moiromma, to her understanding.) All these images started coming back to her after years of pushing them deeper and deeper into corners of her mind. Even some of the planets her family were known to have visited came to mind, such as Asteroid Ice Cap, a moon of Moiromma, and the lost planet called Cibara with its demonic forms, as with the invisible demons of earth; thus, her, whole life’s history was being unleashed in her dreams, possible as a form of human-companionship, one that suited her particular make up. She had no escape to art, or literature, or intellectuality. At this juncture of her life, all she could do was hang on to life with her muscular arms, and see what the end days brought.


End to the Original, and first series to
Planet SSARG (Siren)




The Black Galaxy where SSARG is Located






The Dark Galaxy
[#21: SSARG/Rognat & Siren]


In a far off nebula, which was shedding lots of gasses and ultraviolet rays, thus, caring a hale into a cloud, from which they were born or created from, opened up a black hole, hence, dark matter (energy) pushed through and so did the little spacecraft, “Mind,” of which Rognat was on board, manning. He was on a mission to find a distant planet called Toso: the king who had once lived there, and was mysteriously brought to the planet called, “Aging,” gave him the mission to him but Rognat gave it a new name: Hipparchus; with the King’s permission; was in space four years to date, and had traveled 123-million miles, of a 400-million mile journey, by the kings permission also to find his home planet and let them know about his existence but as this is being written, he was side tracked as you know now, into the black hole, and ended up in the Dark Galaxy.
While on his mission he had many devices on board to help him examine the universe, as he drifted now and then through it, through the Universe, and at other times, went faster than the speed of light. Thus, he was capturing flashes of cosmic energy, which are normally wiped out before earth can get a look at it: he was seeing it—and where he was now the view was UN-descript! He thought of an imaginary poet, one that had a high quality of imagination, writing about what he was witnessing: perhaps he could put into poetry: and it would have been George Sterling, an old poet from way back when. One might simply conclude though, it had to be seen, to be expressed and only expressed within the soul of a person could it be. This voyager of sorts was in a swift sea of atoms and a dark galaxy, so he found himself, after spinning and passing out, waking up and looking about. Rognat had heard of the dark galaxy, but it was just folklore, it seemed he was in its horseshoe area at this point.
Besides spending time on earth, he had also spent several years on Moiromma, learned the ways of the people, traditions, legend, and lore. The same thing went for his time with King Toso on his planet. He spent several years there, and they had become best of friends.
Thus, he came into this dark galaxy by accident, a barred spiral galaxy of which he knew nothing about. At this point of his voyage, he had documented some three to eight million stars. His four year trip put him in a house of the cosmic events of the Universe, perhaps my have found the most exotic place in the Universe too. The planet he had left was a red planet for the most part, with a bright sun, and two moons protecting its inhabitants from the suns rays, yet it was extremely warm.

Rognat had also met a mate of sorts, by the name of Siren. She had left the planet called SSARG, and had been on earth, and was a resident of both Moiromma and its moon Ice cap. She had a reputation as the Queen of SSARG, and was most beautiful, a warrior of the same blood and spirit as Moiromma. Her mother was non other than the famous, Jokaneen. She had appeared on Hipparchus, after her adventure on SSARG, where she met her lover Rognat. Hipparchus was too hot for her lest she die if she stayed, and her blood boil to a point of curling up, as it does for Moirommalit’s; in any case, she knew she would not survive long on that planet.
The kingdom of Aging adapted the name: Hipparchus, for their planet and in time its original name was forgotten. And so both Siren and Rognat found themselves back into the black dark galaxy: or at least Siren did, in the sense, she had been there before but didn’t know exactly where she was.
As I was saying, it was too hot for Siren and so they left this planet, found them day’s later in the black galaxy, several million miles away. The sun being the size of earth and almost next to them
In this new galaxy, they had found the constellation of ‘Serpeus,’ It was a fascinating sight for Siren, the dark outer rim to its marvelous view, and everything else coved with blue.


Interlude


The oldest insects in the Universe came from the Big Bang: from the ashes emitted 14-billion years ago, when the Universe was just a pup; or 400,000-years old. These insects are called ‘Energy Bugs,’ the cosmos are kind of a soup bowl or them. They eat matter and radiation. And cool down, and stretch out, then when hungry again, feed off a source of energy nearby and such if any like a mosquito. They go in swarms of billions upon billions, and are the size of a persons thumb. These bugs: hot and cold, are like the universe: and cold when they lack energy, and circulate with its environment.


Cosmic-mosquitoes


It was the forth year, 2nd month, 34-day, Siren sensed something outside the spacecraft, and the lights dimmed, it was those mosquitoes, those comic-mosquitoes.
“They came to suck the ship dry,” said Siren to her lover Rognat.
“That’s no surprise to me,” he amended, looking at them from the porthole in the crafts main body, and shaking his head as if they were doomed.
“This I heard is the ultimate bug,” he commanded in a harsh and concerned voice, almost with a laugh, an uneasy laugh as if they were destined. But Siren did not share into his human gesture of lost hope. Although Rognat was a space scientist, and adventurous in his own right, she was a warrior and survivor of much more than his titles could bear, or endure. She saw deliberating within his mind.
“How do we exonerate ourselves of these pests,” he asked, thinking she might have an idea, he didn’t. This was entirely different for her, she had fought many a good battle but this one was different, it was mind provoking yet there had to be a way.
The bugs were feeding off the ships regenerating processor, and for it now to regenerate, it needed the sun’s ultraviolet rays; but how could this be, the bugs were sucking everything dry from around the ship; they were on the ship, covering it like an ant hill, several feet thick. Soon she knew they’d both be buried in this tomb, but she had the capability of resurrection, it was in the Moirommalit’s chemistry. It was a pity she thought, to have to leave Rognat, but it had to be; to save his life was to die and resurrect; lest they both die, and she be the only one to survive after the fact; I mean, it there was to be some kind of hope of them reuniting in the future it would be her who what have to do the sacrificing.



Last Option


Knowing she had 100-lives like her comrades on Moiromma, she took the last option.
“Rognat, here is what we have to do. I need to fill my system up with a high source of energy, you need to inject it into my brain, my liver, my pancreas, the whole cell structure of me, then let me float out into space, I will die quickly, but the bugs will devour me before I suffer too much, in the interim, you have just enough energy to aim the ship into SSARG’s gravity belt, it will pull you the rest of the way out of this mess, we are not that far away, and then when close enough, the sun will regenerate your ship…” she never finished her last sentence, they both knew it was as it had to be, and started the process.
And so the process was started and the theory took place, and Rognat would have said ‘no,’ to Siren, but to refuse would have been suicide. And when she hit the coldness of the black emptiness of space, the bugs did their duty, and Rognat did his, and Siren did hers.

Written 11/26/2005/ Revised and rewritten 2/5/06



Note, there were a few ‘Interludes made after this series was created, and were to be interjected into story as: interludes into the chapters (but never done). Interludes to me are bits and pieces of information one adds into the story, usually before it is completed, you saw it as it was written down on napkins, 18-months ago—pure and simply. Most of these interludes were written down between August and the last part of November of this year, as I was producing the story for you on the internet; as of 12/9/2005, they have not been published, and I doubt it will be of much interest unless I rework the story, which I do not feel I will be doing in the near future. This is just for those folks who patiently waited for me to read all my napkins and iron some of it out. Hope you enjoyed the tale.

Interludes:

1) Yllim Prince of SSARG’s Moon (Limbo) 2) Tig’s Solution (For Chapters 6 or 7) 3) Giants of SSARG’s Deep (Part to Chapter Eight) 4) The Senalporea-Nolyp [9/27/05] 5) SSARG, Friends Indeed [9/14/05] 6) Interlude: Snakes Loyalty 7) Interlude on Eating: The Barrenness of SSARG 8) Interlude: Viper Queen 9) Interlude: New Existence for the Vipers

Sketches:

In the process of writing out the story from napkins to the computer (Planet SSARG), I wrote five additional sketches of the planet SSARG: 1) Yullin and Ulag 2) The Tongue of Siren 3) The Giant Finn and Aminx (Finn #1); 4) Finn the Fugitive and the Condor (Finn #2); 5) Finn and the Lone Condor (Finn #3). They remain on napkins in my paper sack for another day.



Notes: an easier way of looking at this book of sorts [series and parts], which isn’t a book yet, but in the makings is by way of its total sum: “The Cadaverous Planets,” come in four parts: Part 1: The Cadaverous Planets (written April, 2005 in Peru and Equator): Episodes 1 thru 26 (with 27 and 28 added in the near past: June, 2005) and 29 and 30 added at most recently, August and September, 2005)) Part 2: “Project: Space Tomb,” which has four Episodes, for a total of 34 (done in July and August of 2005). Part 3) Planet: SSARG [Planet of Grass] with 19-Chapters (and interludes: added during the typing out of the story from napkins; this was done in April of 2004, making it the original, first of the four parts; and not yet called: part of The Cadaverous Planets); for total sum 53. And part four, “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” of which there are 34-Chapters (written in June of 2005, in Roseville, Minnesota) for at total sum of: 87 total: installments to the total sum of this four part series. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. Rosa


Notes by Rosa: “The Cadaverous Planets,” the first 26-eposiodes were written for the most part, in Peru, one in Equator, and all written in the month of April, 2004; some even on the planes going to and from the United States, and Peru, or again Equator. The 27th was written in St. Paul, Minnesota, in December of 2004. And in July, of 2005, the four short stories, that actually pinpointed Moiromma on a space map, or even in words, was indicated in the story called, “Project: Space Tomb,” indirectly related to the series, but nonetheless, related. By noticing so many internet sights picking up on these series, or episodes, the author wrote episode #28 and #29, both dealing with the female hero, Siren [antagonist: perhaps]. The author thought this was the completion, the whole gamut of the ongoing saga, the #29, plus 4-sketches, amounting to 33-total. Then he discovered he had 19-sketches written in the week of 6/10/04-6/16/05; concerning Siren, on napkins he had written when he had come home, from his 6th trip from Peru, up to this time he had been there seven times; two months later, this series was written and put away, and forgotten [SSARG]. The name of the series was “SSARG,” no more to it but that, but it meant, ‘The Planet of Grass,” and takes place outside of the Milky Way Galaxy; most of the Cadaverous Planets had taken place within this frame work, but these two sagas belong together, under—I do believe the name, “The Cadaverous Planets,” but as separate entities: “SSARG,” [The Planet of Grass]. Thus, we have the sum now of 52-eposides, of which 19 are really parts to “SSARG.” Hence, thus far 27-have been published to date, along with “Project: Space Tomb.” The rest the author hopes to produce in the near future—he is finishing up #28 and 29 (29-was left out, and #30’Lost in Silence,’ added) and writing out “SSARG,” from his forgotten napkins, if he can make out his won writings. If you are reading this, it means you have one of the few left to be published. He is expected to have this in book form, in the middle of 2006, or thereabouts. But he shifts so much you never know. The Interlude, named ‘Blaze,’ was written for the connecting episodes of the story 9/6/5. Also “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” were discovered, which seems to have 34-chatpers. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. By Rosa Peñaloza

An easier way of looking at this book of sorts, which isn’t a book yet, but in the makings is by way of its total sum: “The Cadaverous Planets,” come in four parts: 1) The Cadaverous Planets: Episodes 1 thru 26 (with 27 and 28 added recently) 2) “Project: Space Tomb,” which has four Episodes, for a total of 32. Part 3) Planet: SSARG [Planet of Grass] with 19-Chapters (and interludes: added during the typing out of the story from napkins) or total sum 52. And part four, “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” of which there are 34-Chapters for at total sum of: 86 total: installments to the total sum of this series. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. Rosa

Character [or creature] Names:

Siren [Daughter of Jokaneen]
Blaze [King of the Snakes]
Nob [A general and a snake to Blaze]
Manticore
Jokaneen [Mother to Siren]
Yllim [Prince of Rotma; son of King Roliv]
Roliv, King of Nay [part of Rotma: the moon]
General Lafos [Commander under King Roliv of Rotma]
King Rat I [Killed during a fight with Siren]
King Rat II [King of the Rats]
The Manticore’s
The Frat Serpents
The Gin: Master of the Manticores
The Misfits [Cliff Dwellers]
Finn, the Giant
King Htok [of the Chamber Kingdom]
Ahtla [maid from the Chamber Kingdom]

Locations:

SSARG
Rotma [SSARG’s Moon]
Nay [a section of the Moon, Rotma]
Amtor [Rotma’s asteroid-moon]
The Great Lakes of SSARG
Gog and Magog: “HegMkog.”
Toso [distant planet]
Aging [planet] Planet where King Toso ruled
Ice-Cap; Moiromma’s moon
Moiromma [planet outside of earth’s Solar system]
Hipparchus

[See map for more details]

Snake: Language:

Ko [go]
Oi [help]
◊/rS [Siren]