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Episode 1
Th3 Anomaly part 3:
Command3r Of Stars
Episode 1
The Derelict Divine
(Matre Behe, 1875)
"Absolute nothingness. No movement to determine the passage of time. Only darkness; the presence that is before all things..."
The deep voice of Zeus is interrupted by his daughter, Orius', inquisitive mind, "Darkness is faster than light?"
The 11 year old girl sits up in her bed, surprised by this new notion that had never occurred to her until this moment. Orius' long natural purple hair falls in front of her left eye and she brushes it back behind her ear. Her father looks up from the thick book that rests in his lap. His eyes lovingly glancing over the top of his thin glasses that sit low on his nose.
"Well darkness has no speed," He replies.
He presses the glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. His matching purple hair is slightly less vibrant, slightly more grey. He smiles at the thought of the genetic trait of her hair color, which unlike his wings, had passed down to his offspring.
"Darkness is always present," Zeus clears his throat. "Light can only cover over the darkness. No matter how fast light is, the darkness was there first. But light is never overcome by darkness. Light is always more powerful than dark. Now lay down." He looks back down to his book, "...all things but one. The Anomaly. A being with no name; for no one was there to name it. A being that chose no name for itself but chose to divide into three parts and to give itself genders. An Omnipresent Father, a Mother Spirit and a physical Son who became the human known as Yahshua. The Anomaly then spoke a thunderous shout. A sound so powerful it broke through the darkness and created light; the energy that spawned the beginning of the building blocks of matter. Over millions of Earth years this matter evolved and grew into what we now know to be our universe."
Zeus is interrupted once more. "What does eavulved mean?"
Her father patiently answers, "It means to adapt to your surroundings. Like ninja do."
"Will I adapt, to look more like my friends?" Orius asks.
Zeus sits back in his chair and thinks. He feels the back of the chair pressing on the scars were his wings once grew. "You already have, my little bug, You are more human than I am and your children, I imagine, will be even more so."
"Read the part about the tree." Orius blurts out and closes her eyes.
Her father turns a few pages in the book, "The tree that gives life or the tree that gave knowledge?" He asks.
"Knowledge." Yawns Orius.
Zeus clears his throat again. "Let us see..."
He closes the book. On its cover embossed in gold leaf is the image of a tree. The roots of which twist into words written below it; 'Scientific Knowledge'.
Zeus begins to recite passages from the book that he had memorized, "Among the many plants that grew on the first planet were two singular trees. They were the only lone samples of their species. The Tree Of Life, who's fruit granted eternal longevity and the Tree Of Knowledge, who's fruit granted Divine knowledge. Once humankind had eaten of the fruit of knowledge the Tree Of Life was taken from them and the human limited life cycle began, but the knowledge that was gained gave humans access to the Ether; the space between matter and it's Creator where humans could gain the abilities of the Divine." Zeus's voice trails off.
Slowly he gets up from his chair and, leaning down, kisses his sleeping daughter on her cheek. He picks up the candle that he was reading by and walks to the door. He opens the door just enough to slip out causing a sliver of dim orange light to crawl through the opening in the doorway.
"When will I get my first mark?" Asks the sleepy voice of Orius.
Her father looks down at the tatoo on his arm, now visible in the light from the other room. It is the image of tentacles that morph into the bones of a skeleton hand reaching upwards. It is the symbol for the Berzelious Brotherhood. "Marks are earned, my bug. I love you. Go to sleep."
"Love you," she replies and flops her head back down onto her pillow.
Orius glances to her bedside table where a single leather string holds a wooden army name tag. On the tag is engraved the name 'Nikola Tesla'. Her father closes the bedroom door behind him and the name tag disappears into the darkness.
Zeus carries the candle into his study. After setting it down he blows it out. His eyes adjust to the brighter lamplight of the room. After a moment he notices a small golden flag raised up at the terminating end of a copper numismatic tube running into his study from the exterior wall. He reaches down, unlocks and opens a half-round door at the end of the tube. Out of the opening Zeus removes a cylinder, unscrews the lid from the cylinder and slides a curled piece of paper from it. Before sitting down to read the note he closes the airtight door on the tube, latches it and resets the golden flag to its waiting position. The note is brief. It begins with a header; the stamped image of the symbol of the Brotherhood.
Its message reads: "Action required. Stop. Journey seaward. Stop. Meet Captain Verne tomorrow. Stop. Nitherde Airfield. Stop. 5 in the morrow. Stop."
(Earth Prime, 2101)
Fist size marble chunks bounce down an an empty elegant hallway. The rumble of thunder follows the broken stones with a cloud of turquoise dust behind it. The gravity in the room shifts to one side and then another. Lanterns hanging from the ceiling sway with the changing direction of inertia.
There is a bright burst of orange light in the center of one of the many empty hallways. Lightning surges from a glowing sphere 8 feet tall and 5 feet in diameter. The light radiating from the sphere pushes against the decorative tapestries, statues and lanterns in the hallway with a physical force causing them to slide and shift away from the cracking sphere. Then as suddenly as it appeared the sphere flashes out of existence leaving behind glowing liquid light that falls and splashes to the floor around two figures. One of them is a short muscular woman. Her crew cut purple hair crackles with visible electro-static charge. Her tattered uniform is a dusty grey with blood red piping trimmed along all of it's edges. The uniform is sleeveless; emphasizing the decades of layered tattoos which fully cover both of the woman's toned arms from wrist to shoulder. In her left hand she clutches a geometrically engraved solid gold dodecahedron. The Golden Rubicon. Short bolts of lightning flash out from within the Rubicon's inner mechanics. Slowly the inner glow of the Rubicon fades and the mechanical puzzle dodecahedron becomes a lifeless object. The woman breathes in the dusty air and coughs it back out again. A glistening tentacle of living copper-foiled stained glass wriggles through the air and lands on the ground next to the stocky woman. Towering over her short frame, a titan of a man; half amalgamated with the living Leadlight, lurches forward on to his one human leg.
"Master Orius..." he says to the woman next to him.
"Don't call me that, Jules." Orius interrupts him.
The amalgamated Jules Verne continues, "Master ... Destroyer..."
Orius interrupts again, coughing and spitting as the dust settles, "No, you can call me Orius...it's the other part I would prefer (cough) ... Never mind. Go find us a balcony." She pauses, "And quietly."
"Like a ninja." Jules replies. Mockingly he covers over his left eye and lumbers down the hallway.
Orius scratches at the scars just below the place where her left eye used to be.
"Science!" She mutters, "I should have left him in the grave."
The gravity in the room drastically tilts, throwing Orius off balance. A few scampered steps later she regains her composure leaning on a marble wall for support. Her bare fingers slide across rough gouges in the marble.
"I know your pains," Orius speaks to the inanimate stone. "Patience. Soon everything will be in balance."
The amalgamated legs of Jules step and slither over armored lifeless bodies. Some had perished immediately; their physical forms torn apart by forces too powerful for their flesh to sustain. Other bodies lay clenched in agony or holding one another for comfort. Each spray of warm, bright colored smoke across the silent balcony seems to echo their screams of pain as they passed into the next life. The amalgamated Jules approaches the shambled railing of the vast scenic balcony. The horizon in front of him slowly sways from one side to the next and back again.
Orius peers around the smooth marble corner with her good eye. She blinks away a blast of warm wind and seeing no immanent danger follows her partner onto the balcony. Orius had quickly accustomed herself to the constant pitching to and fro of inertia while inside the confined hallways, but seeing the motion of the horizon gives her a start. Hurriedly she steps over the bodies of the slain and joins Jules at the balcony's edge. ...
Command3r Of Stars
Episode 1
The Derelict Divine
(Matre Behe, 1875)
"Absolute nothingness. No movement to determine the passage of time. Only darkness; the presence that is before all things..."
The deep voice of Zeus is interrupted by his daughter, Orius', inquisitive mind, "Darkness is faster than light?"
The 11 year old girl sits up in her bed, surprised by this new notion that had never occurred to her until this moment. Orius' long natural purple hair falls in front of her left eye and she brushes it back behind her ear. Her father looks up from the thick book that rests in his lap. His eyes lovingly glancing over the top of his thin glasses that sit low on his nose.
"Well darkness has no speed," He replies.
He presses the glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. His matching purple hair is slightly less vibrant, slightly more grey. He smiles at the thought of the genetic trait of her hair color, which unlike his wings, had passed down to his offspring.
"Darkness is always present," Zeus clears his throat. "Light can only cover over the darkness. No matter how fast light is, the darkness was there first. But light is never overcome by darkness. Light is always more powerful than dark. Now lay down." He looks back down to his book, "...all things but one. The Anomaly. A being with no name; for no one was there to name it. A being that chose no name for itself but chose to divide into three parts and to give itself genders. An Omnipresent Father, a Mother Spirit and a physical Son who became the human known as Yahshua. The Anomaly then spoke a thunderous shout. A sound so powerful it broke through the darkness and created light; the energy that spawned the beginning of the building blocks of matter. Over millions of Earth years this matter evolved and grew into what we now know to be our universe."
Zeus is interrupted once more. "What does eavulved mean?"
Her father patiently answers, "It means to adapt to your surroundings. Like ninja do."
"Will I adapt, to look more like my friends?" Orius asks.
Zeus sits back in his chair and thinks. He feels the back of the chair pressing on the scars were his wings once grew. "You already have, my little bug, You are more human than I am and your children, I imagine, will be even more so."
"Read the part about the tree." Orius blurts out and closes her eyes.
Her father turns a few pages in the book, "The tree that gives life or the tree that gave knowledge?" He asks.
"Knowledge." Yawns Orius.
Zeus clears his throat again. "Let us see..."
He closes the book. On its cover embossed in gold leaf is the image of a tree. The roots of which twist into words written below it; 'Scientific Knowledge'.
Zeus begins to recite passages from the book that he had memorized, "Among the many plants that grew on the first planet were two singular trees. They were the only lone samples of their species. The Tree Of Life, who's fruit granted eternal longevity and the Tree Of Knowledge, who's fruit granted Divine knowledge. Once humankind had eaten of the fruit of knowledge the Tree Of Life was taken from them and the human limited life cycle began, but the knowledge that was gained gave humans access to the Ether; the space between matter and it's Creator where humans could gain the abilities of the Divine." Zeus's voice trails off.
Slowly he gets up from his chair and, leaning down, kisses his sleeping daughter on her cheek. He picks up the candle that he was reading by and walks to the door. He opens the door just enough to slip out causing a sliver of dim orange light to crawl through the opening in the doorway.
"When will I get my first mark?" Asks the sleepy voice of Orius.
Her father looks down at the tatoo on his arm, now visible in the light from the other room. It is the image of tentacles that morph into the bones of a skeleton hand reaching upwards. It is the symbol for the Berzelious Brotherhood. "Marks are earned, my bug. I love you. Go to sleep."
"Love you," she replies and flops her head back down onto her pillow.
Orius glances to her bedside table where a single leather string holds a wooden army name tag. On the tag is engraved the name 'Nikola Tesla'. Her father closes the bedroom door behind him and the name tag disappears into the darkness.
Zeus carries the candle into his study. After setting it down he blows it out. His eyes adjust to the brighter lamplight of the room. After a moment he notices a small golden flag raised up at the terminating end of a copper numismatic tube running into his study from the exterior wall. He reaches down, unlocks and opens a half-round door at the end of the tube. Out of the opening Zeus removes a cylinder, unscrews the lid from the cylinder and slides a curled piece of paper from it. Before sitting down to read the note he closes the airtight door on the tube, latches it and resets the golden flag to its waiting position. The note is brief. It begins with a header; the stamped image of the symbol of the Brotherhood.
Its message reads: "Action required. Stop. Journey seaward. Stop. Meet Captain Verne tomorrow. Stop. Nitherde Airfield. Stop. 5 in the morrow. Stop."
(Earth Prime, 2101)
Fist size marble chunks bounce down an an empty elegant hallway. The rumble of thunder follows the broken stones with a cloud of turquoise dust behind it. The gravity in the room shifts to one side and then another. Lanterns hanging from the ceiling sway with the changing direction of inertia.
There is a bright burst of orange light in the center of one of the many empty hallways. Lightning surges from a glowing sphere 8 feet tall and 5 feet in diameter. The light radiating from the sphere pushes against the decorative tapestries, statues and lanterns in the hallway with a physical force causing them to slide and shift away from the cracking sphere. Then as suddenly as it appeared the sphere flashes out of existence leaving behind glowing liquid light that falls and splashes to the floor around two figures. One of them is a short muscular woman. Her crew cut purple hair crackles with visible electro-static charge. Her tattered uniform is a dusty grey with blood red piping trimmed along all of it's edges. The uniform is sleeveless; emphasizing the decades of layered tattoos which fully cover both of the woman's toned arms from wrist to shoulder. In her left hand she clutches a geometrically engraved solid gold dodecahedron. The Golden Rubicon. Short bolts of lightning flash out from within the Rubicon's inner mechanics. Slowly the inner glow of the Rubicon fades and the mechanical puzzle dodecahedron becomes a lifeless object. The woman breathes in the dusty air and coughs it back out again. A glistening tentacle of living copper-foiled stained glass wriggles through the air and lands on the ground next to the stocky woman. Towering over her short frame, a titan of a man; half amalgamated with the living Leadlight, lurches forward on to his one human leg.
"Master Orius..." he says to the woman next to him.
"Don't call me that, Jules." Orius interrupts him.
The amalgamated Jules Verne continues, "Master ... Destroyer..."
Orius interrupts again, coughing and spitting as the dust settles, "No, you can call me Orius...it's the other part I would prefer (cough) ... Never mind. Go find us a balcony." She pauses, "And quietly."
"Like a ninja." Jules replies. Mockingly he covers over his left eye and lumbers down the hallway.
Orius scratches at the scars just below the place where her left eye used to be.
"Science!" She mutters, "I should have left him in the grave."
The gravity in the room drastically tilts, throwing Orius off balance. A few scampered steps later she regains her composure leaning on a marble wall for support. Her bare fingers slide across rough gouges in the marble.
"I know your pains," Orius speaks to the inanimate stone. "Patience. Soon everything will be in balance."
The amalgamated legs of Jules step and slither over armored lifeless bodies. Some had perished immediately; their physical forms torn apart by forces too powerful for their flesh to sustain. Other bodies lay clenched in agony or holding one another for comfort. Each spray of warm, bright colored smoke across the silent balcony seems to echo their screams of pain as they passed into the next life. The amalgamated Jules approaches the shambled railing of the vast scenic balcony. The horizon in front of him slowly sways from one side to the next and back again.
Orius peers around the smooth marble corner with her good eye. She blinks away a blast of warm wind and seeing no immanent danger follows her partner onto the balcony. Orius had quickly accustomed herself to the constant pitching to and fro of inertia while inside the confined hallways, but seeing the motion of the horizon gives her a start. Hurriedly she steps over the bodies of the slain and joins Jules at the balcony's edge. ...
Th3 Anomaly is a trademark (TM) of David Landry. All names, characters, places, and events portrayed in Th3 Anomaly are copyright (c) 2011 by David Landry and are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real life is happening entirely in your mind and you may wish to seek out psychiatric help.
