James Bond: By Any Means Necessary.

Haven’t been posting as I should or wanted to. Been busy and tired from congestion kicking my ass. But I’m going to think some for now.

I heard of some folk wanting to cast Idris Elba as the next James Bond. Everyone is going to have their own opinion on this. I personally think Elba would be better cast as someone who Trained Bond that has now got to be hunted down and stopped. Not because he’s turned against the country, but because he feels the Country isn’t willing to do what needs to be done.

I see him as leading a group of like minded former Agents, MI-6, Mi-5, CIA, NSA, Mossad things like that. He leads them towards causing an event that will bring down all those who would target the UK, USA, and other allies. Bond has to try and defeat this man who trained him, taught him, mentored him. Bond’s female co-star would be a decorated FBI agent.

After the obligatory action packed ending however it wouldn’t end with this group stopped, or some moral saying there is a  line you can’t cross in defense of Queen and Country. It would be far more ambiguous then that. Bond and M looking at intel world wide showing the results of this groups actions, and the thought that these guys may have succeeded in what they were attempting. And knowing that they are still out there, acting to defend Queen and Country, the Flag, whatever, By Any Means Necessary.

I think this would be a compelling film to be honest.

Contingency – Chapter 2: Derelict

Drake shook his head to clear the ringing. In a moment of insight he had pulled on his gas mask, assuming he might need the protection from whatever waiting for him on the ship that was pulling him steadily upwards. There had been some kind of gas sprayed at him once he was in the ship. He had been protected due to his gas-mask, so unlike the other abductees this trip he wasn’t unconscious. The others had been implanted with immuno-suppressor implants by the Corti Doctor on board.

Due to recent events said Doctor wasn’t entirely thrilled with the idea of being in the same room with an unrestrained conscious human. The Corti were known to be mostly completely unemotional, and devoid of morality, ethics, anything approaching the normal well-adjusted sentient mindset. But the Corti did know fear. And the masked Human with one of his people’s weapons scanning the holding area filled the Corti in the shadows with fear. When the human spotted him and started shouting at him through the strange mask he wore.

Immediately Dr. Cranex throw his hands across his face and screamed, “Please, don’t hurt me! I’m just a Doctor!”

Jack looked at the little grey figure, no bigger than three feet tall with large almond shaped black eyes. The being had rather pointed ears and a thin expressionless mouth. Jack had never been a believer in alien abductions before. But with Vancouver, and his current situation, he was willing to go on a little faith. Jack decided to treat it as if the creature were simply a civilian. “What is your name?”

Even with his voice being muffled by the gas mask, Dr. Cranex could understand him, “Cranex, I’m the doctor connected to the Bladed Claw.”

Capt. Drake thought about it for a moment and then asked, “How many more humans have you abducted on this ship?”

Cranex just pointed towards the cells. There were at least ten cells, and most of them were full. Drake motioned for the alien to walk in front of him and looked into the cages. He saw at least twenty humans, maybe more as the cells held multiple people in them. They were all out cold at the moment.

“What did you do to them?”

“They are just sedated, you should have been as well when you came on board. I needed you unconscious to inject an immuno-suppressor module into you. Your body is full of pathogens that no one else on this ship can survive,” Dr. Cranex explained

The alien seems very terrified of being infected, strange considering he called himself a Doctor. “My Gas mask was designed to filter out harmful agents so I don’t get sick, do you think it will work in reverse? Or am I already infecting people?”

“If that mask is effective at the moment for your respiration then no, we should not be in any immediate danger. But you will need one eventually for everyone else’s safety.”

It was then that the floor became the ceiling for everyone. Drake in a moment of reflex grabbed the alien doctor and held onto him as he took the hit for both of them. Even the momentary pressure from his hands would cause severe injury to the doctor. Injury however was preferable to death by having his head caved in.

The room went dark and everything seemed to float for a moment before the gravity kicked back in. The ship board gravity came back on at galactic standard, which was significantly less than one G on Earth. Drake easily landed on his feet, protecting the doctor from the fall. The darkness was broken when the emergency lighting kicked in, bathing the hold in red light.

“That felt like an explosion,” Drake said, keeping his hands on his gun and scanning for any threats. The moans and confused mutterings of the prisoners started emanating from the cells. Drake took a moment and turned to the doctor, “Let them out.”

Cranex really didn’t see much options available to him and so went to one of the consoles and unlocked the cells. The human in front of him could kill him easily, even without the strange weapon from his home world. Now the others were awake and exiting the cells. Cranex’s situation had just deteriorated significantly.

Drake looked at the little grey man and said, “Don’t worry Doc, we won’t hurt you unless we have a reason to. Now, we need to secure this ship. I know the crew is probably the equivalent of pirates or mercenaries, but we need to see how bad off we are. If I remember the standard load out of an FA-22 right we could all be in serious trouble.”

Cranex thought for a moment and nodded, proceeding into each cell and checking the humans in there. He administered as simple stimulant to help them return to consciences. Cranex moved quickly among the cells before returning to Drakes side. It was the only way he felt he’d be safe. Cranex then injected Drake with something, “What the Hell was that Doc!?”

“You’re mask is acting as an effective filter to keep you from killing everyone on board with whatever bacteria or vireo you have running inside you. However, there is a chance we could find several areas that are decompressed or sudden loss of atmosphere. You will need to be able to have access to an emergency air supply. That injection was an immune-suppressor. You should be alright to unmask for the next 8 hours. Any longer will require an implant,” Cranex explained.

There was just something about how the little alien acted that reminded Drake of someone. He just shook his head and turned to the others that were exiting the cells. Several seemed to be military, others civilians and more than a few police officers. Drake looked around, he wasn’t the only one armed. Seemed the Doctor hadn’t bothered to remove everyone’s guns. They probably thought they had plenty of time with everyone being gassed upon capture.

Drake was still in combat armor, which meant he’d probably be better protected against whatever came though. The Bugs may have had some kind of ray gun when they hit Vancouver, but from everything that he had heard it had been like a punch to the chest. Drake didn’t take it for granted that these guys might have something stronger.

“Alright everyone, Listen up! We’ve been taken by a possibly hostile alien force. We don’t know who or what they are. Anyone who is still able bodied will follow me and we will secure this ship. If you are injured check with the Doctor here. Two FA-22 Raptors were in pursuit when this ship tried to escape Earth and there was an explosion. Be careful where you step.”

No one said a word in disobedience. The prisoners were all professionals who understood their situation might not been too good right then. Everyone broke up into groups as Dr. Cranex handed out personal communications devices. The Corti doctor was unwilling to anger a group of Humans, knowing what they could do to Hunters. Hell, what they would do to him only meaning to be friendly.

Dr. Cranex sighed and went to work, mending their wounds to the best of his ability. He decided to lead the wounded to his medical bay. At least there he could see how close they all were to death.

 

Capt. Jackson Drake had blown off a lot of the talk recently after Vancouver. Being an officer in the United States Army meant he was well educated, with a bachelor’s degree in his chosen field. He had actually been interested in American literature. IT had gotten him his commission at least. He hadn’t been that interested in science fiction. It always seemed more contrived and focused on technobabble then anything of real interest.

That being said, he now found himself the lead in a sci-fi story he really didn’t care for. So far they had found three corpses. Two from blunt force trauma to the head, one impaled on a long peace of sheared metal. The rest of the teams had found similar. From what the Doctor had told him over the comms this had been a mercenary ship. From a four armed species of upright lizard to some strange being that was shaped like an earthworm in a robot suit.

The Earthworm guy was defiantly one of the creepier things to find on an alien spaceship. Especially as it had been the one impaled on a metal spike.

Still, something was bothering Drake about this. “Hey Doc, are you able to see if there is anyone still alive among the crew from where you are?”

“Negative,” Cranex replied, “I’m as blind as you are. If any of the crew were conscious they would have heard you by now over the comms. That they haven’t used the comms to at least demand you hand over your weapons and surrender could mean they are all dead, or too injured to even bother.”

“Alright, we’ll continue on as we have been for now. Has anyone found any survivors?”

“No.”

“Negative.”

“Hey, I think I got something here. Doc, what do I need to do to tell if some over grown blue giraffe is alive?”

“How many pairs of appendages does it have?”

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you are implying that there are two different species of blue giraffe creatures for the moment. This one has two sets of arms, three pairs of legs.”

“That is a Rrrrtktktkp’ch, evolutionarily cousins to the Vzk’tk. The Vzk’tk lack the second pair of arms or the third pair of legs. They also lack a sizable amount of brain power compared to the Rrrrtktktkp’ch. You should be able to tell if there is any respiration within the subject easily enough. If you are seeking to determine if there is a heartbeat then you should press your fingers against the inner side of the lower arms. They are smaller and closer to the pulmonary system.”

“So not much different from checking the pulse on a human, just a different location.”

“Correct.”

The line was silent for a few moments until the soldier on the other side said, “I’ve got a pulse here. I’m not sure what counts as good or not though Doc. We’re going to bring him up to you.”

“Be careful. Most species, my own included, are extremely delicate compared to yourselves. Even a friendly gesture can cause serious injury or death. Use EXTREME caution.”

Drake started wondering about some things, “So Doc, mind telling us a bit of what we can expect?”

“If you could be more specific Captain?” Cranex replied.

“Well, we had those big white bug looking things attack a few weeks ago in Vancouver. An entire hockey team left them as little more than meat on the ice. It was rather grotesque.”

“Did they have their weapons connected to their fore limbs?”

“Yes, yes they did.”

“Those were Hunters. We have no other name for them. They crave the flesh of sapient creatures. No one has ever been able to stand against them and survive. By far they were the most fear species in the galaxy… until recently.”

“What happened recently Doc?”

“A human abductee by the name of Kevin Jenkins managed to fight off an entire Hunter raiding party at the station Outlook on Forever. Earth is currently the only planet of its kind that has spawned a sapient species such as yourself.”

Drake couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. “That seems strange Doc.”

“Not really. You have to understand that most worlds where life has evolved on are much more hospitable then Earth. Your world is a Class 12 Temperate on the Galactic Scale. Anything Class 10 or above is considered a Death World, where survival is uncertain. Most species would be unable to survive long term on Earth if it wasn’t in one of your urban centers along the Northern Continents. And even then that is if they were to constantly wear a class 5 biological contamination suit. The Gravity alone is thirty percent greater than that of Galactic Standard and could cause an individual to collapse from the strain.”

Drake shook his head. That sounded almost like the rest of the galaxy was extremely delicate. The low gravity on this ship was the standard for the entire galaxy. And they were much stronger than the local cannibles. Strange that a human proved the Hunters could be defeated, and yet it was the Human everyone was scared of.

“How many classes are in that scale?” Drake asked.

“Fourteen classes, only Nightmare is worse than Earth at a Class 13, and Class 14 is currently Theoretical,” Cranex explained.

Drake came to a large door, and motioned for his companions to take up positon on either side. They cracked the hatch open and cleared the room. It was a large room, with a chair in the center, consoles and stations positioned around that seat. The seat was empty, but one of the larger four armed reptiles that Cranex had identified as the Locayl was on the floor. Drake checked where the Doc had told them to check for a pulse in this specific species and found a weak one. There was some indication to Drake at least that this being may have suffered some kind of neck injury. Also, two of his arms seemed bent the wrong way.

The rest of the crew seemed to be suffering from similar injuries. Drake contacted Cranex, and requested help for all the crew that were injured on what he assumed was the bridge. He Started taking in the displays, but frankly couldn’t understand anything that was being presented. Drake shook his head, “Doc, I’m not sure what any of this is saying.”

“What do you want from me? I’m a Doctor, not a helmsmen.”

“Yes, I know that but for now we realy don’t know our status here. You think you could send up someone who could tell us how screwed we are, Bones?”

“I’ll see what I can do, and my name is Cranex.”

Unfortunatly for Cranex, the other humans had heard Drake call him Bones and the nickname stuck. The crew that survived the hit were going to be in medical for a long time. The only member of the crew that was in anyway able to help the Humans was Cranex. But all he was able to do mostly was to give them some basic information.

The Captain of the ship, Hshrif, had suffered a severe injury to his neck and had been immobilized. Bones had not been very optimistic about the Captains chances. The Doc could heal him, but it would take months. A human wouldn’t have much luck either with a similar injury, but there would be a chance, and with the Corti medical tech it could potentially be healed.

Hshrif wasn’t the only injury. All of the crew that had survivied had several injuries. Several had lost arms, and were suffering from concussions. Bones used what was available to him, but had made it clear he would need a fully stocked medical facility to really do much good for the majority of the crew.

Capt. Drake just shook his head as he considered their situation. There had in fact been thirty-four humans kidnapped on board this ship. All of them were military, law enforcement, or some kind of trained fighter. And Jackson Drake was the highest ranking military officer on board. Thankfully everyone seemed to respect that concidering the situation. So he had everyone tearing through what they could. The ships engines had been damnaged by the fighters that had pursuded them back on Earth. Bones wasn’t able to help them too much with that, he was a doctor not an engineer.

It was comments like that that cemented his nickname among the humans.

One of the enlisted Air Force men a SSgt Brooks, had mechanical training due to his work with C-130 transport planes and had taken on the job of trying to keep them alive with a small crew of men. Bones had at least managed to help them with a translator program based off the one in his neural implant. It helped but according to Brooks they were dead in space for the time being.

Dr. Cranex had recommended they contact the Corti that had contracted their kidnapping, Granth, and request assistance. It was a logical suggestion. However Drake didn’t feel trusting the Little Grey Bastard was a good idea. He trusted the doctor to do what he was capable of, but not with the future of the men and women on this ship.

Drake walked back onto the bridge and sighed, a few Navy Seamen and some Air Force Air Traffic Control professionals were trying to figure out where they were in relation to Earth. They probably couldn’t make the trip back, but they could at least know where they were.

“Sir, we figured out where we are… we think,” Seaman Mathews said as soon as Drake got to the bridge.

Drake walked up to the navigation station and looked over Mathews shoulder, “So where do we think we are?”

“I’m not entirely certain, but I think we are about ten and a half light years away from Earth, near a star system with seven planets, according to the system they are three gas giants, four terrestrial. It’s registering the third planet as a class 12, meaning from what Bones has told us makes it close to Earth. If I’m right that means we are in the Epsilon Eridani system.”

Drake thought about it for a moment and nodded. He turned to the center chair and sat down. He had a duty to the men and women on this ship. And right now that meant ensuring their survival, “So if we can get the ship moving we have a place to go to close.”

“Yes Sir.”

Drake hit the communication button on the arm of the captains chair, “Drake to Engineering, SSgt Brooks, is there any chance we could get some kind of thrust?”

“I think so Captain. We’ve managed to get some of the engines working. I can’t give you FTL, but we can at least get moving foreward. Do we have somewhere to go though?”

“Yes, yes we do.”

To be Continued.

Possibilities

I’m considering starting up a bit of a video blog. I know, I barely get posts out in text, how could I possibly handle a video blogging schedule. Well that would be some of it. I’d try to come up with a new Vlog every week and post it on Fridays or sometime then. I’m not against the idea, but I’m not sure if it will turn out well. I’ve got some ideas. We’ll see how it goes.

I’m rewatching some of my old school fun stuff to get ideas and such to restart my stories that have laid dormant. I want to work on more and create new worlds for my story worlds. It’s difficult to get started again though.

We’ll have to see one way or the other.

Workload

Trying to create content for all my sites on a daily basis, or at least build up a buffer is a lot of work. I’ve not managed to build up a good sized buffer anywhere, and I’m still trying to write and create more content. I’m having some issues with distribution and the like as well.

One of the issues is coming up with a subject to write about. I can’t write if I don’t have a subject. I keep trying to find things to write about in the vein of Fanbards and the like, and it’s going to be difficult to keep writing like that but it’s a challenge. The second is ideas and plots for stories. I can write short articles all the time, but I’m a story teller as well so, yea.

It’s amazing how much work this can be when you are trying to do more every day even if it’s just fixing a story archive.

Contingency Chapter 1 – Incursion

The alien attack at Vancouver had resulted in increased preparedness at every military facility on the planet. Every member of the United Nations Security Council had turned their surveillance and intelligence gathering assets outward, while still keeping a close over watch of current hot zones across the rest of the planet. There had been some whispered rumors among many in the various militaries about potential increases in training and contingency planning. Whether these hostiles that attacked Vancouver were the exception or the rule, it was the jobs of the various military and intelligence agencies to be ready. A few of the Halo fanatics had started wondering if and when they’d be able to sign up for the United Nations Space Command.

However, just because the majority of the industrialized world was now going over every prior report of Alien Encounters on television ad infinitum didn’t mean there wasn’t a current conflict to resolve. That was why Captain John Drake was leading his small team through some God Forsaken wasteland in the middle of Afghanistan searching for Taliban loyalists that had bombed a civilian school the other day.

The patrol was a standard recon, with over watch being provided by UAV Predator drones. Sheridan was keeping his eyes out as his NCO drove the HUMVEE. He couldn’t help but wonder what the revelation of alien life meant for the planet as a whole. Maybe they would finally come together, end these stupid wars and finally be able to live in peace. Even saying it in his head made him certain it wouldn’t. It would frankly probably mean things would get worse.

“Any word on when we’re going out bug hunting, Captain?” Corporal Steven Craig asked amusedly.

“It at least be more interesting than this place,” Private Yancy Willis responded.

“No, we aren’t going bug hunting, no we aren’t going to be offered spots in the UNSC, and no we aren’t going to nuke the entire site from orbit as the only way to be sure,” Drake said in an exasperated tone. It hadn’t been the first time someone had made a comment on the subject.

“A buddy of mine at Nellis mentioned that a bunch of people were all camping out where they say Area 51 is supposed to be. Hell if I know what they are doing out there though,” Steven mentioned.

Yancy just shook his head, “I suppose more protesting of how First Contact went. They probably think the Hockey players should have been more understanding of the giant bugs shooting at everything around them. We should have been ‘Understanding of the enlightenment they offered.’ Or some crystal hugging hippie crap like that.”

John shook his head. He had heard a lot of soldiers, officers and enlisted, discuss these events over and over. At twenty-five years old he had spent most of his adult life as a commissioned officer in the U.S. Army. Life as a soldier wasn’t some glorious existence, dedicated perfecting the Arts of War and skills needed to kill all comers for King and Country. A lot of it was dull paper work and other administrative tasks. The further up the chain of command, the more time was spent riding a desk then a HUMVEE. Still, he had done a lot of specialized training over the years to include Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape training, or SERE for short. He was a tall man at just over six feet with dark hair cut short. His blue eyes hidden under polarized lenses due to the bright light of the Afghan desert took everything in, as his skin felt dry and gritty due to the long drives on patrol. His body having taken on a darker tone due to sunlight on his white flesh.

They were hunting guerrillas today. He wouldn’t know that the discussion the two enlisted men were having was about to become a lot less theoretical.

“Alright listen up, we’re about to make planet fall!” Hshrif shouted to the men going down with him to pick up specimens for Granth. The possibility for 10% per had made him get a bit greedy and he had called in some help to get as many specimens as possible. His ship, the Bladed Claw, was the lead of a small five vessel strike force he had hastily cobbled together. They didn’t have much time to get in, grab what they could, and get out before they were locked in this system forever.

“I want everyone ready to do their part. We need to grab as many Humans as we can and they have got to fit a specific criteria. Our employer is wanting Warriors. So let’s get him as many as we can, it’s an extra 10% per head. I figure we’ll snatch Granth a good cross-section of this worlds various warrior castes and be on our way.”

And so they did, kidnapping an NYPD Detective here, an amateur kickboxer there, and when they got around to the Mid-East they did everything they could to stay under the radar and get anyone they could. They managed to kidnap another ten people of various military and terrorist cells across the entire region. They made sure every one of them ended up in separate containment cages all knocked out with the strongest sedative gas they could get. It would be the last pickup in Afghanistan that would cause them problems on their trip home.

It was due to several factors that this would be a problem. First, the mercenary’s ship had been caught on visual satellite reconnaissance. Before such craft had been disregarded or has simply not been noticed. Now with the Vancouver Raid everything that looked strange was being analyzed completely. An image taken on a High Altitude UAV and other Recon Aircraft, combined with the disturbance to radio communication tripped flags across the entire United States Defense Intelligence Network.

This lead to fighters on patrol over the Persian Gulf and in support of Operations in Iraq and Afghanistan to be on alert as the Bladed Claw entered their Area of Responsibility. Fighters were launched along the projected trajectory of the craft, to either track it or hopefully bring it down, intact or salvageable.

They also didn’t entirely expect their sedative agent to burn through the Humans in their hold so quickly. Hshrif was at his heart a cheap bastard, and that would come back to haunt him and his crew. But not yet. They came up to a spot over a large area of the planet that their sensors indicated a hot zone of conflict right under them. He looked over the humans fighting with their weapons. Projectile weapons that could maim any of his crew if they even used it.

He looked over, and there was one person, wearing a sand Capt.ored uniform and seemingly directing the others in similar clothing. Hshrif licked his scaled lips and pressed on the display to select his next target.

It was going to be a good paycheck from Granth.

The HUMVEE ahead of them had gone up in a blast of fire and death suddenly, now the entire patrol had targeted the Taliban insurgent assaulting them. Seemed they had found their guerrillas. The problem was they were pinned down.

Capt. Drake turned to SSgt Gregson, “Call in some air support.”

Gregson was already on the radio when he said, “Negative sir, according the Command we have an incoming bogie on us. They are wanting up to paint it as soon as we see it over head.”

“What? Did you tell them we are under fire here?”

“They said this took priority, Sir.”

Capt. Drake just shook his head in disgust. “Did they at least say what to look for?”

Gregson was about to answer when a shadow fell over the battlefield. He could only say, “I think we’ll know it when we see it sir.”

Drake turns the where his Sargent was looking, his eyes widening as he took in the site. A vessel of clearly alien origin was hovering overhead. The Taliban fighters had seen it and were firing their weapons at the ship. Capt. Drake pulled out a laser designator and pointed it right at the craft as the roar of several F-22 engines sounded on the horizon.

In that moment Capt. Drake felt gravity lose its grip on him. He could hear the voices of his men as he was sucked up into the alien craft. He couldn’t do anything but drop the laser designator to one of his men. SSgt. Gregson grabbed it and kept the target painted. It wouldn’t do much good as the vessel sped off into the distance. Two F-22 raptors roaring overhead only a moment later.

On the bridge the tactical officer notified Hshrif, “Captain, we have two Human fighter craft in pursuit.”

Hshrif blew it off, “So what, they may be able to do things no one else can in physical bodies but they are an uncontacted species. They couldn’t possibly have tech that could keep up with us. Now set course and get us out of this system.”

Disregarding them would prove to be a mistake however. As the ship tried to speed out into space, activating it’s FTL Drive in Earth’s Atmosphere, one of the fighters managed to get a shot off. The missiles detonated in the same instant the Bladed Claw escaped into FTL. Unfortunately for the ship, the missile hit.

The Sorting

One of the things I’ve been doing due to the recent refit of all my sites is sorting my ideas. I’m trying to create a lot of work across several addresses, and it’s not easy. I’ve got Star Trek based ideas and posts going up on the Starbase-42 group over on Fanbards.net, which I’m trying to add content beyond just old Fanfictions to. Darkscribes is getting a lot of Original content in the form of worlds I’m trying to conceive of and add to the page there. Imperium Nocturna is in fact moving over there as the first world.

Lemontastica.net handles itself for the most part. I don’t really write erotica but I don’t mind offering a place for folk who do. I do eventually need to see if I can add some age checks to that group, and I will eventually. Just need some work on it.

And here I’m working on my personal work. Opinions, what I’ve tried, what I’m trying. What I dream of. I’m actually thinking of saving up for a good video camera and posting some videos of me talking to Youtube. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea, but it’s an idea. 🙂

I’ll keep trying for some more over time. Let me know your opinion of this segmentation and such. I’m always wanting opinions. 🙂

Should I Opine?

I’m pondering things to write, ideas to explore and started in my head working on a Political Op-Ed. I suppose I, like so many others have my own thoughts on things. My own opinion on that which happens in my world. Things is, I’m just a guy. I’m not in the heart of a major city. I’ve not spent a life time as an activist, nor as a constitutional lawyer. All I am is a simple man trying to make his way in the world.

I just happen o want to do it using words. But does that mean that those words can be beneficial in an ever changing and more aggressive political landscape? Can what I have to say enhance the conversation, or will I just be bringing down unneeded Hell upon my little space here? I’m not sure.

So I’ll write up a small Socio-political article and post it, and see what folk think. As always I hope this will enhance the conversation.

A Look at a World Not Yet Conceived

The lains of purple grass flowed like waves as the winds blew across the valley. Two of our worlds moons were visible as the White Sun made it’s decent and sank the world into night. My Grisha always told us stories of the moons, the protectors of those who walk at night.

Night was never truly darkness however,  the light from the moons, the purple star clouds visible on a cloudless night would illuminate everything. As I walked next to Miralla towards our village, I took a moment to enjoy the contrast of her blue flesh, how it contrasted against everything around us.

We walked along, waving towards the farmers and hearders who were moving to end their day of labor once more. And as we walked I wondered, if there was a world where others lived as we do.

Did they look up, blanketed by these gods of the night as we did and protected in perpetual light? Or were they lost in dark worlds. I can not say.

But I wold love to see it one of these days.

We The People…

So, my Cousin Abby posted today that she had gotten herself an Internship with the American Civil Liberties Union. She’s been rather interested in social justice for a while, and has posted on Facebook about political and social issues she feels driven by. I got to say I applaud that eagerly… and not just because she’s my Cousin.

I’m a Conservative Republican. Now that might get confused with Flame throwers like Texas own Ted Cruz, or Tea Party members who demand all or nothing from the law, but I don’t care. I’m conservative in my ideas of how government should be run, I’m conservative in how I feel the Constitution of the United States of America should be interpreted, I’m conservative in matters politics and government. That being said I’m rather Liberal in my ideas of how society should evolve. For the most part, save for criminal issues, nether the two really cross for me.

We have the seperation of powers and the levels of seperation for a reason. Because giving One Branch or One Level of Government too much power is a bad thing. Because what works on the level of Granbury, Texas might not work as well for the folks in Nashville, Tennessee. Things like that, there are just some things that work better when viewed from the local level then from the Federal.

Also, There are things and actions that must be taken by the Executive Branch that the Legislative Branch just can’t mobilize quickly enough to deal with. And the Judicial Branch is there to clarify the rules for how we do all of this. Someone has to keep the code and keep us from breaking it.

This Guy Should do just fine!
This Guy Should do just fine!

I honestly find the idea of speaking out on issues you believe in, on doing something about the things you see needing work in the world to be the best thing possible. I don’t always concur with certain things every speaks on, and I get offended same as others. But I believe and they believe. The First Amendment’s protection of the Freedom of Religion defines that all are free to Believe as they will. That all are Free to opine, to prostliitize, to argue and debate as they will. To write what they wish, and gather as they wish.

So to Cousin Abby I say good luck, and Godspeed as you go on to Fight for what you Believe in. LIke the logo on the Home Depot buckets say, “Let’s Do This!”

Interconnecting Between Groups!

I own five domain names. All of them were purchased for a specific purpose and a specific idea. This was to be a site dedicated to sort of my own thoughts and original ideas. Darkscribes.org a collective of authors simply trying to put out the best content they could. Evafics.org then .net to create a moderated archive for the Evangelion fandom, and of course Lemontastica.net for those with a more… adult reading preference. Fanbards.net was purchased with an eye on updating some things and holding on to our history a bit while moving forward.

So I’m basically creating content and posts day in and day out trying to come up with things that would be of interest to a majority of people. Hence why one idea is to turn Darkscribes into the group working on Original Stories Collectively. It sounds like an interesting idea at least.

One thing I’m thinking of is transferring Imperium Nocturna over to the Darkscribes group on Fanbards.net. It was originally a DS forum fic and anything about that world might be better suited as a part of that group then stand alone here. It’s part of a thought anyways.

Also, I think I need to create a menu of links for both sites that can be placed in the footer of the page. it would allow for osme inter-connectivity between ideas/sites and so on.

It leads to the thought that maybe it’s long past time to give up on a pseudonym and just be C.W. Smith to the world at large.  It’s an idea.

I’m willing to listen to anyone with ideas, just drop a comment at the bottom of the page.