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As she stepped through the threshold into the Temenos of the Mercy Seat for the First Father, High Hor Elli, she shivered under her brown cloak.
The so called First Father had allowed the Abomination to thrive. All her People were aware that there was a mis-timed start of a song leading from this spot.
Amber had died to seal the intra-dimensions from the ravages of this Realm half a millenia ago. She had died and allowed her soul to be flung to the very ends of the multiverse in the hope that her God, the Amber Man of the Firstfooters, could use her fragmented presence in those strange far places of Otherness to seal the doors between those realms and this.
The Valenian Realm born star was to become the new birthing star of the dark space godlings the Kenroshi. The Strange Light of Other would allow the Kenroshi to transcend their limits and ultimately give them a Language to become the new guides for this period in this realities evolution. After the Great Battle and the guiding consciousness of the Valenian had been defeated the Kenroshi had immediately started to create a new Stream of Life around the strange-lit star. As prophesied, as meant to be, as sung in the endless Song of Life.
The Amber Man had allowed a seed slither of his mighty frame to be carried by the last decendant of the House of El within this one Reality as He knew that His place and People would no longer be here. This seed slither was to grow as the Kenroshi grew, assuming it's rightful place amongst the Great Voices of the eternal Song of Life in millenia to come. This was what had been sung of from the first note of existence had burst into being. It was through the stifled resonance of this seed slither that He, and the Firstfooters, were aware of this Reality since departing nearly 500 years before.
The Beings of this Reality were to rebuild their order after the Great Battle in such a way that would allow them to evolve into that what is meant to be. The Realms and Realities were to close for a period of healing, growth and evolution.
This was the Truths that had been Known since that first screaming atom had triggered the Birth of this reality. It was in the underlying fabric of each Being, star or nebulae.
And something had gone wrong, and the answer was somehow connected to the decendants of this one Daxamite Commander.
Wee Jacqui "Boom Boom" Koauau was determined to find out what the connection was and somehow right it.
With a shimmering aura of Amber's Song to lift the weight from her shoulders of the great crushing grip of gravity exerted by this mighty world upon it's inhabitants she strode into this space, it's walls carved with blue gray frescoes of the Dynasty of Elli.
None of the ceremonial guard reacted to hr presence, none challenged her right to be here.
Wee Jacqui stood in the centre of the great room, raised her head to the huge white lit ceiling above and Sang of Truth. She sang with a voice as spectral as the Other Realms she had known as home, as solid as the planetary mantle below her sandalled feet. The cloak of Amber's Song allowing her to remain unseen and unheard by any Beings present. Her own Song showed her the many facetted histories that had led this Temenos to become the focal point in galactic evolution. She could pick out clues from amongst the echoes around her why her People had been led here and the sinister connection between the Daxam Dynasty of Elli and the great wrongness that had overcome her ancestors home Reality.
She sings for nearly an hour before leaving through the same titanic door she entered.
Nearly four thousand light years away a single thought formed and channelled an almost unprecedented intellect into focus upon her presence.
Without knowing it Wee Jacqui had alerted her People's enemy to the return of the Firstfooters into this Reality.
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Hi everyone, I'm revisiting the Legion 35C mythos for this tale, do you want a "previously" post to get you up to speed or do you just want to hang on and go for the ride?
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Hey IB!! How are you? A short previously post coming up next just for you - if anyone's reading this that hasn't read the Legion 35C series expect loads of spoilers.
Chuckles! Always great to hear from you.
So, when are you two going to start writing again?
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Course notes by Amalla De' Grundy on the Great Battle for her Grade Dxi, 'basic history, year seven' taken during another blatchin' Freak-hail storm, like in the cellar with Creepy Old Maid Mandaffa, like.. yeah, the one with the old hand sewed twin set and retro pulse bracelet. Can you believe it thaty we get stuck with her and Comie O' blatchin' eager- to- drop- her- dignity- oh- yes- she- is!- Morgna gets a basement session with Mr Foxy Fowlter.
Shit! TP reactive screen! Dim the glare so she can't read it, like she thinks I'm concentrating. Oh by the Flooded Fen this is too funny.
Shit, here she.. concentrate! What's the visor showing us?
Five hundred years ago! Old history already, why can't we learn about important things like.. contemporary history, I mean what's going on, what's happening now, like, Tead of the Fens take them already for being like, so dead and over!
The Great Battle between the Valenian invaders as they fled from their crumbling dimension and the Forces of this Einsteinian Reality led by the re-born Legion left billions dead and this dimension badly shaken.. like.. so, one big bad fought another big bad and we're supposed to be grateful? Like have you seen the state of the place? This so called Reality is falling apart still... so whoopee go the chorus line as we reap what we blatchin' well sewed! We know what happened! Like how are we going to fix it? Can you answer me that with all your hand wringing, eh?
Like so Kor Das, the so called Harbinger of the New Light, slimy Brainiac pre-cog by all accounts! All the hist-speakers agree he's a right one so he was, right cold control freak! Everyone agrees he was the one responsible for all the damage done since then. Like now Titan has these Freak-hail storms, raining random things like ten years ago there was that really famous time body parts were hurled through the Freak-storm rift in time from the mutilation of the Braalian army. Our surgeons had spare body parts for five years after that, freezers were full I heard, in all the street caffs too. Makes you wonder doesn't it..
He reformed the Legion saying it was for the best then killed himself in the Legion 'Stroid when things were at their worst and it looked like his side were going to lose, everyone knows that.. blah blah Dak Sacchev saved the day before dying moments after the Valenian Invaders Star gave it's last burst of fight and had died itself. Oh the irony slays me too. His wife the Tamarani Princess who was grand-daugter of X'hal- whoever- she- was.. she was pregnant and had twins.. how dreary! Like Snow-white and the seven peas or whatever it is.
Ooh should have guessed! The Kenroshi, they're dead creepy like, mould spikes with sea weed hanging off them, that's what they look like, and to think they used to be called Starsailors as everyone thought they were graceful! That shows you the power of Urban Myth doesn't it? Like that one about the old lady who takes her Roan Dog out for a walk during a Freak- hail storm and the Dog gets covered in Mucus so she puts it in the oven to dry only it's Braalian magnetic mucus so it sets off the irradiation alarm and the whole flat gets 'etro-foamed.
Yeah, I only found out it was just a story too, yeah, like.. I guess if you think about it really it is pretty daft isn't it?
Yah, Freetraders, ex-Starhaven refugees, like I suppose they are sort of gorgeous in a bare- me- chest- kind of way, those wings are gorgeous too really.. so they got a cuffing, well' we should have guessed.. oh! Hang on, who got.. oh look, what's his name? Clear Skies Coming, a battle Shaman you say? Like is that a real title? Oh, he married who? Helen of geshundheit the Amazon warrior and they went off to live with their Gods did they? Like we believe what part of that fantasy? Like their GODS!! Maybe they visited a circus performance of the Old Oan community before they started dying off but that's about it I tell you! Their gods! Honestly and an old lady got her dog covered in Braalian Mucus and set off the 'etro-foam!
Who do they think we are? What next? The Easter Bunnet and the Equinox Fox?
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As she tries to pay attention to her disrupted history lesson Amalla De' Grundy can hear a soft sound, not with her telepathy and not with her ears. It's sort of like music, but the instrument being used doesn't want to be heard. This isn't the first time she's become aware of it either. She looks over both shoulders furtively, unwittingly drawing her history teachers attention. Ms. Mandaffa cannot hear the Song of Amber that cloaks Wee Jacqui "Boom Boom" Koauau. She is therefore totally unaware of the reason why her pupil is so unwilling to pay attention and just try to learn something!
Wee Jacqui had been looking over Amalla's shoulder horrified by the twisted version of history that this descendant of the Unseen Prophet, Glorion Grundy, and his telepathic Wife, Abbi Ardeen, was absorbing from the Learn-U-Visor.
There was so many wrongs in this Reality and the twisting of history was just another one to add to her list to right.
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His Grandmother, the Stellar Goddess Corona X'halkin had named him Dak after his Grandfather as he climbed from his mothers womb. It was only his Granmothers healing aura that had saved his own mother's life in the end as giving birth to a four armed, six fingered, elbow spiked mutant like him was always going to be dangerous. Even to a X'halkin.
His mother and uncle were both the children of the legendary gravity god Dak Sacchev. Both had Tamaran pure features other than their small, almost decorative elbow spikes. The only sign that they were of such gene-twisted lineage. Both young Dak's brothers and sister had the same slight mutation.
He was the aboration.
While his older siblings enjoyed their games of flight and radiation manipulation he had a cursed mutant body, too dense for the air in which they played. He though was strong! His incredible body grew at an alarming rate and by his sixth year he was nearly as tall as a full grown man and twice as broad. The Vegans honoured him as the grandson of their most beloved Goddess and saviour. They never said anything out right to his face but he knew what they thought, and truth be told he didn't care.
Dak X'halkin was of the most noble heritage, he was the Grandson of the Being who had defeated the Valenian Grand Invaders and a Goddess. Let the little ones talk, he would hold his blue skinned broad face up to the stars and thank creation for his place amongst it.
Until, that is, his Grandmother died when he was fifteen years old. By then he had grown into his mammoth adult form, a good head taller than any other Tamaran and three times as broad. His blue skin, four arms and inability to fly all marked him as an outsider to that noble heritage. In the months that followed the tongues in the Royal Court, so long bound by the majesty of his Grandmother, started to wag. Young Dak X'halkin grew to realise that sometimes being different in the already diverse Vegan community was not so great after all, no matter your heritage.
His mother and uncle had long retired to Okaaraa iii leaving no clear leader amongst them, and Tamaran law was traditionally unable to pass judgement on one born of Holy X'hal's line. The powre games between his siblings as they viewed their newly opened political horizons heated up. Within a year his royal priviledges were becoming fewer and fewer as his older siblings rivalry picked him as the easy target for their power games. By the second year, with his mother refusing any communications with Tamaran Six and his sister badly burned after a suspicious incident involving a Roverjet and a probable Sepratist Freedon Fighter Dak knew that it would not be long before they came for him.
It was then that he started hearing odd music that no-one else couuld hear.
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Bir El knew he was getting close to the source of the mystery.
He had meditated for only two days this time before he heard the voice of his Spiritguide as it guided him again through the Ridge Worlds Nebulae. The Most Revered Voice of the Swollen Sun, the High Lama of Trom had personally advised him to always listen to his spirit. These words became Bir El's mantra in the seventeen months since he had left Trom.
He knew his spirit spoke to him with a womans voice, a young womans voice. The weight of knowledge that Bir El sensed in her tones had been the trigger that had moved him to believe her when she suggested he seek a new destination. At each new destination Bir El had immediately found, or in two cases created safe lodgings before setting off to explore.
The first stopping point had been the mammoth station globe of Fractuu Geluu Of the Three Sided Shield. Originally built and manned by the Reaquindoodis Lizard People before the Grand Invaders virtually wiped them out nearly 500 years before. It was an eerie world of deep shadow and solid walls. Five sided doors and ceiling grips became his playground as he found more elaborate ways of travelling around the empty cities on this lifeless world. Fourteen days of examining the remains of a once peaceful civilisation were enough for him before he sat down to meditate. Six days later he heard his spirit talk in the musical tones of other. She told him it was time to make a choice to wait here or move on. Move on to Imsk Prime she suggested, visit the Dragon Hunters.
His Hold-Me-Up-Signal for the space faring Gheeh was activated the next day. He didn't waste his time waiting to see if any of the Gheeh had responded each day of next week, it took that long normally for one of the small mercantile vessels would respond. Instead he went in search of a reminder of this desolate place.
The Reaqindoodis were the Keepers of Memory, so legend claimed. Bir El went in search of that memory.
Within a local week of finding a small memento of the once vibrant Reaquindoodis he had an offer of transit and had bartered a price to travel to his next destination.
Sixteen months later and he was still wandering amongst the ruins of the United Plants, awaiting his spirit to guide him further towards whatever his destiny had in store. A part of him fervently wished that the next destination would only be another stepping stone on this grand adventure. He had no desire to reach any final destination just yet.
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The Freetraders had been here. Their scent was contained in the space around. The feeling of their presence like the light scent of joopli wafted across the aether.
The Spear of Ares clutched between her tight fingers as frustrating circle after frustrating circle were scoured for another teasing scent of the only survivors of Starhaven, the Freetraders.
Hestalyt, holy haemaphrodite child of Clear Skies Coming and Artemis the Wounded Huntress, continued on her search. She would find them and butcher every last one of them.
In the space before Hestalyt appeared a young girl, perhaps fifteen or so years old. The child does not appear to move yet keeps a steady distance between herself and the winged child of Olympus. Even as Hestalyt's wings beat at an incredible rate the appirition befopre her stood half slouched, as if bored. This stranger's entire body appeared as if wrapped in overlapping bands of solid steel grey metal, her face a blank mask with six twisting braids of the same dulled silver jutting from her scalp like talons. She wore a simple pale green dress, ragged at the seams and bound about the waist with a sash of sky blue.
The voice that speaks into Hestalyt's heart is pure and honest. She does not doubt that it comes from the faceless stranger before her.
"Hestalyt, it is time to place aside your anger and join the path laid down for you before you were even born. You have a Destiny that transcends even Mighty Zeus' right of revenge. You must foreswear your task in order to protect the very walls of High Olympus from the Great Rot that has beset our very place within the Realities."
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And they are your main characters guys, I promise this won't develop into a Legion smordesborg of names!
I'll post a more astute 'previously' post next as we finally hear properly from Wee Jacqui of the Firstfooters.
Thanks for reading, feel free to add comments.
Bxx
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Wee Jacqui hovered above the surface of the still pond.
Around its muddy adges large weaving reeds swung in time to the lazy rhythm of the cool breeze. The skies above were deep teal green, clouds varied orange through pink, drifting in slow clusters as the dawn broke. Jacqui was meditating, her mind's eye cleared of the consquences of her actions of the last three years.
She visualised her family's hearth, the large copper pan her mother used to boil oats and pulses, the warm scent of herbs as they coooked, the feeling of satisfaction as the family would settle for a meal. These were the memories Jacqui returned to again and again. The energy that pulsed inside her small frame rarely allowed her to have these quiet moments, introspection was not a self indulgence she could claim. Still, for this frozen moment she allowed herself to return there and enjoy that moment.
The Eternal Song of Life sang of the demise of the Einsteinian Reality around her.
She remembered her clan being spoken to by their God, the Amber Man, over three years ago. She had just turned thirteen. Within their small group at the edges of the fractured Multiverse He had foreseen a Soulsinger with the power to match His vessel of five hundred years ago. One who could contain the awesome Song that Wee Eavey Hackawalla had unleashed with her sacrfice. The Clan had not argued nor been afraid when the Amber Man announced this, they returned peacefully to their smaller family units for an evening meal and allowed His will to be done.
This was to be the last meal Jacqui would have with her family. As the night drew in around their camp the Songs had begun. The ancient rhythm of the Firstfooters most Holy Totem had slowly seeped into Jacqui'sawareness. In that place the days had been short, the nights flying past but still, by the next morning all acknowledged her right to be Soulsinger. There was no way to deny the power of their intradimensional God as He spoke from her lips and shone out of her very skin.
The path that this power had laid open before her never once caused her any doubts. As a Firstfooter she was well versed in the history of her people, how they had been allowed to find the physical manifestation of the Amber Man upon the barren world McCuiloloa Major. How He had taught them the ways of the Intradimensions, opening their senses to the Eternal Song of Life. How five hundred of the old years ago He had allowed His Soulsinger to sacrifice her mortal form in a bid to close the Einsteinian Reality from the nexus of all Realms. Jacqui was well aware that this desperate gambit was the only way that her ancestors home Reality would be allowed to grow and evolve as it meant. With the opening of the Valenian Realm the many Beings of the Einsteinian Realms had advanced before their place and their lack of knowledge had ultimately led to it's destruction. Like a child playing with the delicate tongue fronds of a Renol Raptor plant, the beings of the Ensteinian Reality had destroyed something unique.
The Firstfooters had assumed the mantle of Healers to the damaged Intra-dimensions and left their home behind leaving only a slither seed of their god with the descendant of the Krypton House of El to grow and monitor the evolution of the Einsteinian Reality.
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Jacqui's thoughts returned to the companions fate had chosen to join her in the task she had been given.
Amalla de Grundy, one of the psychic Gorillas of Titan and a descendant of Glorion Grundy and Abbi Ardeen. Jacqui knew that this, the youngest of their party, would prove to be the most difficult to convince or, if need be control. While Amalla had a strong sense of injustice at the apalling reality warping Freak-hails that occassionally tore at her home world it was doubtful she would see past her own apathetic self interested world-view to realise the bigger picture. Jacqui also strongly doubted that Amalla would be able to call upon the magic in her heritage. This, Jacqui was sure, would prove to be her greatest challenge as Destiny itself relied on the young gorilla to master both the science and sorcery of her ancestry if she was to survive the battles ahead.
Dak X'halkin was a spoiled prince too sure of his place in the universe and what he believed it owed him. He revelled in being the four armed freak grandson of a Goddess and wrongfully believed his grandfather, the mighty Dak Sacchev, was solely responsible for turning back the Valenian attack 500 years ago. Jacqui knew that it would break Daks' heart when he learned that the role his namesake grandfather had played was to restrain the exploding star while the Arch-Schemer Kord Das had ultimately saved the Einsteinian Reality by forcing the Trom Buddhist Dalai Lama to turn Legion 'Stroid into the weapon that broke the will of the invading consciousness. Jacqui was filled with boundless compassion for the Vegan prince as she knew he would face many dark times ahead as the foundations of his very identity were to be shaken.
Hestalyt, hermaphrodite child of the Olympian Goddess Artemis and the mortal Freetrader shaman Clear Skies Coming, would be difficult to keep within the small group. Hestalyt had grown to become a mighty hunter, carrying Ares spear in her grip and Zeus' anger in her heart. Jacqui prayed to her God that Hestalyt, the most damaged of the group would be able to rise above the assumed arrogance of one raised amongst the Olympian Gods to fulfil the glorious destiny that awaited her.
And finally Bir El. This was the one that Jacqui had guided for the longest period of time. His Trom Buddhist upbringing had made it easier for Jacqui to address, Bir El would not question the edicts of spirit and his first hand knowledge of the true history of this Reality would help bolster their companions when doubts like darkness fell. But still Jacqui wondered how the young monk would handle the knowledge that his heritage stretched back for nearly two millenia to the Great Age of Heroes itself. How would Bir El cope when he finds out that he is a direct descendant of the mighty Superman himself? Jacqui knew that by leading the monk through the ravaged Einsteinian Reality he would glean clues to his family's past and was already learning more about himself and the true state of this universe than he would ever have imagined.
As she hovered above the pond Jacqui took one last deep breathe of the oxygen rich air before allowing the Song of Amber to carry her to the next point in her mission to right the terrible wrong that had overtaken her ancestors home Reality.
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As the Freak-hail erupted out of the very air above the bunker Amalla de Grundy sat thinking of what colour she should dye her teeth. Se was so bored that this was the only thought she had had in the last sixteen minutes as she blatantly ignored Ms. Mandaffa's lesson on the great Collapse and Re-growth.
The school had banded her hair extentions, permanent curls, ribbons, dreadlocks, false eyelashes, false nails, plumes, mohawk shave, beads, breast augmention and ear, lip and nipple peircings. Both Statix and Mobile tattoos were out of her price range. They had told her on more than one occassion that a Blazer jacket might look good on her broad torso. She had ignored this with the shallowest vineer of grace.They had allowed her to wear rings. She had twenty one of them and she wore them all the time, of course. Included, and definitely her favourites were the two Scarab bands her great great Grandmother had left specifically for the eldest child in each generation to receive. When Amalla's mother had died three years prior they had landed on her thumbs with an unsaid weight of gratitude from her two younger cousins who inheritted books and clothes instead.
"The rings are said to be alive, they were supposedly able to walk and talk and strange stuff like that. My great great Grandfather was a priest or summit, and that.." she was heard to have said on many occassions to her slightly repulsed peers. The innate psychic ambience of Titan runs through the very strata and sky of this small world as it turns around mighty Saturn. All things within the 'sphere of Titan' were open to simple scans from the accutely aware residents. There is a highly accurate saying amongst the Inter Planetary Mercantile Gheeh about this, "On Titan everyone knows everyone else's knickers." Of course Titan Globals continuedly denied this and as if to show their self control they adopted a severe dress code and rules of etiquette and decorum. Still the Gheeh were heard to talk as before as they travelled between the Systems and Fringe worlds.
The Bug Rings, as Amalla christened inherited jewlry, were somehow beyond the casual scanning that passed as de rigeur between the school's psychic pupils. And as the years had progressed she had never once taken them off. Amalla loved her strange Bug Rings.
Still, red and green stripes or yellow with small hyroglyphics? Thoughts about her teeth were the only escape at the present moment from the boredom.
Amalla hated boredom, which was good as within twenty four hours she would be off on the adventure of a lifetime.
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Bir El was on the aptly named planet Heavenly Abundance Under Tranquil Skies.
He had been here for seven local days, a little under ten Original Days. The skys were gentle torquoise blue, white fluffy clouds skirting the horizon over silver reef filled seas. He was on an island approximately seventeen miles long by eight wide, the one peak at it's heart dusted with snow on it's crown. He had found the native flora and fawna to be in turn peaceful, friendly and deliciously edible. The few signs he had seen of intelligent inhabitants had not arroused any concerns. He crossed a rough trail that he assumed was the local equivilent of a road several days before and followed it for nearly three miles before giving up, he had seen a wide, white canvassed sailing boat the day before yesterday dancing with gentle rhythm out onthe horizon, and once he thought he'd seen a small airship out amongst the clouds.
This island, in a sea of crystal beauty was truly deserved of the name 'Heaven'.
Before seeing the boat Bir El had become, to his mind, lax. His normal routine of changing his sleeping place every second night had not been followed for three nights. He found himself enjoying the feeling of the hot sun upon his back, his fingers gently stroken the fern like psuedopods as he ambled around the hilly edge of the forest. The hymns sung in benediction on Trom were hummed casually as he took long, easy strides along the sheltered cove. He relished the feel of the juice of a local bulbous fruit he had christened 'plums' as it ran round his wrist when he bit deeply into them.
He had begun his preperations last night for several days of meditation but at the last moment he decided that he wanted one more day to find out any secrets that this peaceful isle had to find. The serenity of the last few days had caught him off guard, surely his spirit had not led him here with no proper motive? All of the eleven other worlds he had visited prior to here had given him a challenge.
He spent part of the day climbing the fifty foot high tree-like flora psuedopods, watching the serenity around him with the re-awakened eyes of a predator. Every movement glimsped from his various vantage points were scrutinised. When he wasn't spying on the isle from above he was exploring shadowy places, dells, nooks and quiet spaces. As the long day slowly darkened he worried as he came to the conclusion that whatever he had been sent here to find had gone past him. All he had found was.. perfect.
Perfect apart from one small detail. He had not seen or spoken to another human for nearly five months. While Bir El found the Gheeh whom he paid for his transport between worlds loved to learn new information their semi-telepathic probes were not his preferred way of communicating. For the first time since he left the stark beauty of Trom and it's swollen red star Bir El wanted to talk to someone. Anyone. Just tell them his story and learn theirs.
Bir El was lonely.
This frustrating tranquility was not to last though as, while he debated with himself about the need for commune with his spirit guide, plans were afoot that would throw him into the middle of a bloody battle that would decide the fate of this very Reality once and for all.
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