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Writer: Jack London country: USA Movie Info: The Call of the Wild is a movie starring Karen Gillan, Harrison Ford, and Cara Gee. A sled dog struggles for survival in the Alaskan wild Genres: Adventure. Jack London is a Legend. Erinnert mich spontan den Film Wolfsblut. Davon habe ich damals die Kino-Plakate gesehen. Operation Dumbo war auch ein guter Disney-Film, wo eine Spezial-Einheit der Navy einen Elefanten retten musste. Mal sehen wie dieser Film wird.
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Ren has no reason to fight Nora and Jaune, because “find Oscar and the Lamp” overrides any conflict. Thats why its a tragedy that Ruby didnt take Jaunes call. Team JNR is too far away from anything else to do any good, and no one else is going to take responsibility for this specific crisis, so theyre going to ignore everything else and focus on Oscar and the Lamp. Plus, it sounds like Ren and Nora were looking elsewhere for Oscar while Jaune was waiting for a response, so Ren might not have even heard Rubys message. Ill note that our heroes cant use the Staff to raise Amity Tower unless they either have the Winter Maiden on their side, or they somehow manage to steal the Staff from a double-Maiden Cinder and her illusionary thief accomplice. And I have my doubts that Cinder can fight her way to the Vault in the time we have left, let alone find where it is hidden. Plus, if Cinder manages to become a double-Maiden, I dont think she could be beaten even by all of our heroes working together. Quantity may have a quality all its own, but there is a certain level of difference in quality that no quantity can overcome; thats why Ozpin sent Pyrrha and Jaune away rather than have them try to help him defeat a single-Maiden Cinder. Salems message wasnt pre-recorded, so I doubt her Seer was set to a trigger. More likely, she was listening in on Ironwood the whole time and waiting for the best moment to speak up. The Grimm itself, apparently, was growing too excited with all of the negativity in the air, and she might have cracked and killed it herself to keep it from attacking our heroes, so that she could talk to them instead. We have one more Volume left in Atlas after this, so if Amity Tower DOES go up by the final episode of this Volume, I dont think the first message they receive is a distress call from Vacuo. Since the next Volume after that is said to be short, I think it will be the “traveling Volume” of getting to Vacuo, like how Volume 4 and Volume 6 were for getting to Mistral and Atlas, respectively.
If they actually make this a movie I would be so happy 😍😍😍 this edit is so good 😍🔥. L'appel de la forêt watch full length hair. The Call of the Wild Full Movie Free Download And Watch Online The Call of the Wild Full Movie INFO Release Date: 21 February 2020 (USA) Rating: NR IMDB Popularity 282 109 million Year: 21 February 2020 (USA) By: United States of America Directed by: Chris Sanders Genre: Adventure, Drama, Family Duration: 1h 59 min Budget: Screenplay by: Michael Green Writers: Michael Green, Jack London Stars: Karen Gillan, Harrison Ford, Dan Stevens Distributed by: 20th Century Fox Age: 13+ The Call of the Wild is an upcoming American live-action CGI-animated adventure film based on the Jack London's 1903 novel The Call of the Wild and the remake of Twentieth Century Pictures' 1935 film of the same name. The film is directed by Chris Sanders, written by Michael Green, and stars Harrison Ford, Dan Stevens, Omar Sy, Karen Gillan, Bradley Whitford and Colin Woodell. Rating: IMDb / 8. 9 To watch this movie please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video CREATE A FREE ACCOUNT TO WATCH THE CALL OF THE WILD FULL MOVIE Harrison Ford Born: July 13, 1942 (age 77 years) Chicago, Illinois, United States Karen Gillan Born: November 28, 1987 (age 32 years) Inverness, United Kingdom Dan Stevens October 10, 1982 (age 37 years) Croydon, United Kingdom Bradley Whitford Born: October 10, 1959 (age 60 years) Madison, Wisconsin, United States Colin Woodell Born: December 20, 1991 (age 27 years) San Francisco, California, United States Cara Gee Born: November 17, 1983 (age 36 years) Calgary, Canada.
Just hold off a couple ml months and fix the CGI like they did to the Sonic movie. Foreword; A couple months ago I wrote a trip report regarding my 2-month-journey through Central Asia. I started this trip through Southeast Asia directly from there, via a flight from Tashkent, Uzbekistan into Bangkok, Thailand via Almaty, Kazakhstan. All of this is written from my own personal perspective and experiences and it doesn't necessarily reflect the true nature of the places I visited; just how I myself experienced them. Introduction; Bit of info about myself; 21M, born and raised in the Netherlands. Previous solo trip destinations include Central Asia, the Baltics, England and a wide variety of destinations in Eastern Europe. As I mentioned in the foreword section, this trip is a direct "sequel" to my trip in Central Asia, and is part of a bigger trip through Asia that I'm currently undertaking. It's my first big trip outside of Europe. There's a variety of reasons why I decided to head onwards to Southeast Asia after Central Asia; relatively cheap flight tickets, all the good stories I heard about that region from other travellers, the affordability and how easy it apparently is to travel from place to place there. After having travelled through an "adventurous" region like Central Asia which definitely came with its' struggles and hardships from time to time, I was really looking forward to kick it down a notch and opt for a more laid-back place to travel around, and thus I got my ticket. Budget; Thailand was surprisingly pricey, and I think I averaged at around 25 euros per day. Vietnam was by far the cheapest and my average there was between 10 and 15 euros a day. Cambodia was somewhere in between at around 15 to 20 euros a day. My expenditure would of course flunctuate depending on my activities on each given day, but I tried my best to keep costs as low as possible. Itinerary; Thailand; 4 nights in Bangkok 3 nights in Kanchanaburi 2 nights in Ayutthaya 3 nights in Bangkok Cambodia; 5 nights in Siem Reap 1 night in Battambang 1 night taking an overnight bus to Koh Rong Sanloem 4 nights in Koh Rong Sanloem 4 nights in Kampot 3 nights in Phnom Penh Vietnam; 4 nights in Saigon 2 nights in Da Lat 1 night taking an overnight bus to Hoi An 3 nights in Hoi An 2 nights in Hue 2 nights in Phong Nha 1 night in Dong Hoi 3 nights in Ninh Binh 6 nights in Hanoi All I knew beforehand was the rough route I wanted to take; a circle from Bangkok, through Cambodia, up through Vietnam and then west through Laos and Northern Thailand back to Bangkok. As you can tell from the itinerary, I never got to Laos and Northern Thailand. This is due an extremely seductive budget flight ticket I stumbled upon whilst browsing through Google Flights in my hostel in Saigon; namely a flight from Hanoi to Tokyo. Japan had always been my number 1 dream destination so I couldn't pass out on this. I'll definitely come back for Laos and Northern Thailand some day though. I'm still young! Personal highlights; The temples of Angkor Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park and Paradise Cave Motorbiking through rural areas in Cambodia and Vietnam Catching a metal show in some local bar in Bangkok Personal lows; The touts. Dear God the touts. The roads in Cambodia Sihanoukville The sheer amount of tourists in certain places The S21 prison in Phnom Penh and the Killing Fields (absolute must-visits in Cambodia, but utterly heart-wrenching) Trip report; Alright, so off I went. I departed Tashkent somewhere around the afternoon, landed in Almaty, Kazakhstan a couple hours later and then had to wait 8 hours or so for my onward flight to Bangkok. 8 hours passed and I got on board, ready to close my eyes and hopefully sleep through most of the flight to land in Thailand well-rested. Sadly, this wasn't to be the case. I was seated next to this Kazakh man from minute 1 of being seated until the moment the plane landed (and I don't exaggerate. was snoring louder than the sound volume of someone sneezing; which honestly isn't that loud no, but it does get extremely tedious when you're sitting right next to it for 8 hours. At times I almost felt like he was doing it on purpose, because whenever food arrived he would immediately be wide awake again, only to regress into his snoring state again within seconds of finishing his meal. Alas, no sleep for me. Eventually we arrived in Bangkok. I was groggy and moderately irritated because of the flight, but at the same time extremely joyous and excited at the thought of having arrived in another new country in an entirely different part of the planet. While waiting for my luggage there was this one guy at the other side of the hall who had an absolute nervous breakdown, yelling obscenities at staff members and demanding his money to be returned. Don't know what happened to the fellah, but it made me remember the old saying that completely did away with my grogginess and irritation; no matter how bad you think you have it, there's always someone worse off than you. I'm in Bangkok, baby! Having just come from Central Asia where pretty much nothing is planned out for tourists and still being in that "adventurous" mindset, I was expecting it to take some time to find my way to the city center; but to my surprise, the entire route was laid out! And in English too! From the second I left immigration there were signs pointing to the subway station, at which I could easily get a token from one of the machines to get on the subway. Within no time, I was on my way, and before I knew it I found myself in the city of Bangkok. The first thing that struck me upon leaving the subway station, was the absolute scorching tropical heat. Now, I had gotten quite used to high temperatures in the desert landscapes of Central Asia, but due to the inland location of that region, the humidity there is extremely low. In Southeast Asia however, this is not the case. Within a minute I was drenched in sweat, trying to find my way through the labyrinthian streets whilst trying to get used to breathing the thick and polluted air of the city. I was quite overwhelmed by everything really. On one hand I was exhausted from the long journey and dazed by the tropical heat, but on the other hand I was in this weird sub-euphoric state from all these unfamiliar sights and smells that were being bombarded at my senses at such a rapid pace. It was quite the contrast. What was probably the biggest culture shock for me however, was when I arrived in the street my hostel was located in. Keep in mind, I had just spent 2 months in Central Asia prior to coming here. In most places I visited there, I was the only foreigner. Meeting other travellers was only an occasional happening. I visited multiple hostels and guesthouses in which I was the only visitor, and if there were any other English-speaking travellers (there were lots of Russian travellers who barely spoke any English) it was extremely easy to bond with them simply over the sheer fact that there weren't many of us around there. I knew there would be more tourists in Southeast Asia, but what I didn't know was my hostel was located right next to quite possibly the most international party street in the world; Khao San Road. Imagine my surprise and shock when I walked into this street in a far-away foreign land just to see an endless row of hostels with western travellers sitting in front of them having conversations in English. I almost felt like Dicaprio in "The Beach" during the scene where they leave the island to get some supplies in Koh Phangan. Almost. Cause I wasn't in Koh Phangan, and most of the people here were just chilling being totally civilized people; I just wasn't expecting there to be so many of them. Anyway, I digress. I shaked off my state of shock and made my way through the hordes of fellow westerners, checked into my hostel, got into my bed and got a good couple hours of sleep. That evening, I decided to check out this "Khao San Road" everyone was raving on about. Boy, that place is nuts. I'm not into clubbing at all, but just walking across that street and seeing all the madness happening around you is an attraction in itself. What I didn't get however, were all the street sellers trying to sell black suits. Who in the world wants to wear a black suit in tropical weather? I figure people might buy them just to try and look fly on Khao San Road, but come on man, no one is gonna look at you when there are full-body-tattood half-naked Hindu gurus doing improv yoga sessions on the roach-infested sidewalks next to stands that are openly selling fake IDs and drivers licenses. I spend the next couple days walking around and exploring Bangkok. The temples were beautiful, the food was delicious, the malls were surprisingly large and modern and the subway system was amazing. Despite how chaotic the city is, I actually really enjoyed it there. On one of the evenings, I was wandering around the calmer streets surrounding Khao San Road. I liked the vibe of the old town away from all the tourists. I was walking down this street lined with pubs and bars when all of the sudden I hear this soundscape of loud, distorted noise and screaming coming from a place just down the road. I walk down there to check it out, and I find this bar with a hardcore metal band on a small stage going absolutely fucking mental. I'm a heavy music-kinda guy, I spent years playing guitar in bands myself, so as soon as I saw this I was absolutely sold. I went in, got smashed and had an absolute blast of a night. Together with one other western guy who was equally as ecstatic to be there as me, we were the only non-Thai people in the crowd, much to the amusement of the audience and the bands alike. There were like 10 bands playing throughout the night and most of them played covers of songs I absolutely love to death. Multiple Linkin Park songs, Bring Me The Horizon, Rage Against The Machine. Hell, one of them even played Citizen by Northlane. I had only gotten into that band like 3 months earlier and I had never even heard of anyone else listening to that band, and here I was in a tropical country at the other side of the planet watching this local band absolutely nail this super complex and obscure song. It was absolutely mental. I got a hold of the microphone as well during a cover of Papercut by Linkin Park and sang the second verse and chorus. It probably sounded like shit but I don't care. I had a blast, the crowd had a blast, the band had a blast, everyone had a blast. Happy days. After 4 nights in crazy Bangkok I decided it was time to move onwards. My next destination was a place called Kanchanaburi; a place I didn't really know anything about beforehand and I hadn't met any other travellers so far who had been there or even as much as knew about its' existence. A half-Thai friend of mine suggested it to me, and I figured she knew what she was talking about, so off I went to Kanchanaburi. The train ride there was very scenic. The town itself was kinda eh (it's really just one long street) but the surrounding nature and the history of the place was absolutely astonishing. During WWII, when Japan was running wild over Indochina, they used POWs to build a long-ass train track through the jungle all the way to their farflung territories in modern day Myanmar to improve the transport of supplies. In Kanchanaburi, a bridge was constructed over the river Kwai to accomodate this train track. Conditions were shit, lots of people died, but the bridge is still there along with a very harrowing but interesting museum regarding the stuff that went down there. What really struck a chord with me however, was the massive graveyard for the Dutch people who died during the construction of this bridge in the town's center. I think it was like 3000? People dying in wartime is always a sad story no matter their nationality, but this really touched me specifically because I had no idea that so many people from my own small country had died here. I was just suddenly in this graveyard at the other side of the planet filled with Dutch signs, flags and gravestones with Dutch symbols and names on them. That stuff really makes you think. Alas, the journey must go on. The next day I made my way to the Erawan National Park located to the northwest of town. I had heard about the waterfalls there, but I was surprised and very amused to learn that there was a trail divided into 7 "levels" that went all the way up to the top of the so-called Erawan Falls. That terminology made me feel like the trail was like a video game, and I was now hellbent on beating all those 7 levels and climbing my way to the top to beat the game. The first 4 levels were pretty basic. At times the path was pretty steep, but it was still very doable, and at least the path was visible. When I get to around level 5, the path started to dissolve into little more than wet mud, and this progressively got worse until the "path" was consistently submerged in (at parts knee-deep) water and mud. If it wasn't for the occasional sign saying I was still on the right path, I would've been sure that I was lost in the jungle. I wasn't gonna quit there though. I was already in the deep of it; I figured I might as well just commit to finishing what I started. After a while I was finally greeted by a liberating sign stating "you are the conqueror. and I found myself in a small pocket of paradise in a clearing with a small pond and a huge waterfall feeding into it from the cliffs above. I beat the damn game. I took a swim in the pond, got scared half to death by inexpectedly getting my toes nibbled on by fish, took a shower underneath the waterfall, shot a couple pictures and made my way back down to the entrance of the park. A very fulfilling day indeed! Back at my hostel I befriended some other travellers, and the next day we rented bicycles to explore some temples in the surrounding area. Great fun! The day after that I decided I had seen enough of Kanchanaburi and I made my way to the old Thai capital of Ayutthaya. It was a very interesting place with some very intriguing ruins. I rented a bicycle here as well and just went on a big exploration trip around town. It's a pretty small place, so really easy to cycle around. I found out that around the old city were a bunch of old settlements belonging to various foreign traders and sailors. There was a Dutch town, a Japanese town and a Portuguese town. Each of them had some really cool information about the town during the time they were settled there and it also offered some very interesting perspectives of outside parties who were present in town during the sacking of Ayutthaya by the Burmese. After spending two nights here, I made my way back down to Bangkok, where I ended up spending another 4 nights exploring some lesser known areas, museums and temples. I was kinda planning on going to Pattaya afterwards, just because I wanted to see how bad it really was and because I had seen pictures of the Sanctuary of Truth and that thing looked dope AF. I ended up being so off-put by all the stories I read about that place however that I ended up not going there. Instead, I decided to take the bus directly onwards to Siem Reap in Cambodia. I took the official government bus, not one of those tourist busses that pick you up at your hostel. I didn't even knew those were a thing at that point. When we got near the border, the busdriver announced that we could pay the bus company a fee in order for them to fix the visa for us, so we wouldn't have to do it ourselves. I think every person on the bus agreed to it, except for me, cause I'm stubborn and prefer doing things the hard way if it saves me just a couple pennies. Besides, I had crossed many borders before, so how bad could it really be? Answer; pretty bad. The border between Thailand and Cambodia is an absolute shitshow. It's a big swarm of people and motorbikes criss-crossing around in all directions, old wooden shacks, scaffolds, trash, dirt, and no directions pointing you where to go at all. I ended up walking the entire length of the entire border crossing like 3 times before I found someone who could point me to the shack where I could get my visa. I had to fill in a form, pay the visa fee, go to another building, stand in line, fill in another form, get back into the same line and finally I was let through. Alas, I was in Cambodia! Siem Reap was. A sketchy place, to say the least. We arrived there pretty late and it was already dark, so I was already quite nervous about having to find my way to my hostel as I had no idea where the bus would drop me off. As we got to the bus stop however, the driver announced that the bus company had fixed free transport to the ho(s)tel for every passenger! Hurray! I honestly couldn't complain about this, and a very friendly tuk-tuk driver took me to my hostel. Upon arrival, he asked me about my plans for visiting the temples of Angkor. I told him I would definitely be going there, but that I didn't have any plans yet. He pretty much started begging me that if I wanted a driver to take me there I should call him, because he brought me to my hostel for free and he swore that his price was the same as anyone else's in town. He asked for my phone number so he could send me a message so I would have his number as well. I didn't really feel like making any concrete decisions yet, mainly cause I was tired as all hell from the long journey, so I ended up giving him a fake phone number. Was this a dick move on my part? Probably. He was a pretty chill guy, he did take me to my hostel for free and as I found out afterwards, his stated fare really was about the same price as any tuk-tuk driver would ask for a day. I just didn't know this at the time and I really didn't feel like being stuck with a driver already without having known what my other options would've been. I also suck at making decisions whenever I'm tired. This was however only the start of the many, MANY tuk-tuk drivers that would offer me rides to the temples. Upon entering the lobby of my hostel, I was once again greeted by a very friendly Cambodian fellow. Within 3 sentences he also asked if I had already fixed any transport to the temples and that he could offer me a very good price. I told him I'd let him know what I'd do once I made up my mind, and I went into my room to get a good night's sleep. Turned out this guy had made a deal with the owner of the hostel to be allowed to offer his services to whoever was staying there, so he just hanged around the lobby most of the day hoping for new people to arrive. The next day I decided to explore the town of Siem Reap. Upon exiting the hostel, I immediately got yelled at by some guy at the end of the street. I looked over to see him waving at me. When I got closer, it became clear what he wanted. It was a tuk-tuk driver, asking me if I wanted a ride to the temples. Almost every street I would be approached by at least one tuk-tuk driver who tried to sell me their services, with some of them resorting to trying to sell me weed once I told them no. I ended up amidst the hordes of tourists on Pub Steet (or as I like to call it "budget Khao San Road. got sexually harresed by a bunch of prostitutes, had some pretty good banana pancakes, went out to some rooftop bar with some guy and the owner of my hostel and ate some crickets and downed some beer. It was quite alright, but I wasn't really sold on Siem Reap. The next day, I decided it was time to go see the temples of Angkor. I ended up getting the 3-day ticket, and I'm glad I did. Angkor is HUGE. I used to think that there was only one temple; Angkor Wat. Turns out Angkor Wat is only one of the many, MANY temples situated there. I ended up going with the tuk-tuk driver from my hostel along with a girl who was staying there as well. Who spend the entire day going around some of the smaller temples and the famous Tomb Raider; a ruined temple completely overtaken by nature with moss and trees growing between and merging with the stone walls. Quite a sight to behold. The next day we went out to the mother of all temples; Angkor Wat. I kinda feared that the amount of tourists would ruin it, and there definitely were a lot of them, but as soon as we got to the temple I completely forgot about all the other people there. That place is absolutely astounding, and so huge that you still have many corridors all to yourself despite how many other tourists there are. After that we went to Angkor Thom, which in my opinion was maybe even more impressive than Angkor Wat. It's a lot smaller, but all the faces cut out from stone were really a sight to behold. The symbolism of the bridges over the moat surrounding the complex also deserves a mention. On the sides of the bridges are statues of gods pulling on a snake, which is a reference to the Hindu story of the churning of the ocean of milk, according to which a bunch of gods used the serpent king Vasuki wrapped around an upside-down pyramid with Vishnu in the form of a turtle atop of it to churn the ocean of milk, after which the elixir of eternal life was formed. Quite a far-fetched story really, but I'll be damned if it didn't make for some absolutely awe-inspiring statues. The next day was spend exploring some of the outer temples of Angkor. They were all quite smaller and less impressive than some of the inner temples, but because of their more remote locations, we had some of them completely to ourselves, which added quite a cool layer of mysticality in itself. I also went to the absolutely amazing Angkor Museum in Siem Reap, which is honestly one of the best museums I've ever visited. It's so full of information, not even just regarding Angkor but also regarding the old civilisations of the region and their beliefs. I can recommend it to anyone as an addition to visiting the temples. After this I decided I had seen enough of Angkor and good ol' Siem Reap and I made my way down to legendary Battambang. Okay, maybe not so legendary, but it's hard to go wrong with a name like Battambang. As my bus drove into town, we were immediately swarmed by tuk-tuk drivers who held up signs to the windows stating their services. At this point I had already gotten quite numb to it, so I just ignored their calls as I got out of the bus and made my way to my hostel; which just so happened to be right next to where I got dropped off! How convenient. The town of Battambang itself didn't have too much to offer. There was some interesting old French colonial architecture but that was about it. I ended up befriending a German guy from my hostel, rode the so-called "bamboo train" a contraption that they put together right in front of you consisting of a wooden board on 4 wheels with a small motor that goes like 40km/h) visited some hill-side temples (a bunch of monkeys stole my German friend's water bottle) saw the evening migration of a shit-ton of bats from their cave (after watching the seemingly endless stream of bats emerging from their cave for a solid 40 minutes we decided we had seen enough) and went on a nice little bicycle ride through the country side. After some pondering about what my next destination should be, my German friend told me about a hostel he found online on a secluded beach on the island of Koh Rong Sanloem that had just opened up a month ago, and since I didn't have any other plans I decided to team up with him for a bit and join him on the journey to the tropical island of Koh Rong Sanloem. A long, long journey in riggedy busses over horrible excuses for roads brought us to the place where our boat would depart from; the unholy town of Sihanoukville. Now, I always try to look at the positive of things; even the most shitty of places have their charms right? Well, Sihanoukville had none. Hell exists, and it's a dust-ridden, trash-filled, massive construction site on the Cambodian coast known as Sihanoukville. From what I heard, this place actually used to be a pristine, backpacker's heaven; but then a couple years ago Chinese investors discovered this place and turned it into an absolutely massive, unregulated construction pit. Everywhere you look, there's construction going on. All you hear is the sound of clashing steel and machinery, all you see is unfinished buildings and trash caused by the unregulated construction, all you smell is the endless heaps of dust penetrating your nostrils. It almost felt like a test, cause as soon as we got on the boat and made our way to the island, we were in paradise. I was expecting there to be at least some proper buildings on the island, seeing as I thought it to be a pretty well known place, but I was surprised to see that the only buildings dotting the shoreline were small, atmospheric shacks. The interior of the island was filled with just lush jungle. Seeing as how our hostel was on a secluded beach on the other side of the island, we were supposed to be picked up at this side of the island by a boat from the other side; but there was none. We met another guy who was also trying to get to the same hostel as us but he had already been waiting there for a couple hours cause no boat had shown up, and he had no data so there was no way he could call them to try and figure it out. Luckily, our German savior did have data, and after a quick call a small wooden boat appeared at the horizon to come and bring us to our destination. The "hostel" was a crazy place. It consisted of a bar area on the beach with a pool and a couple wooden shacks, each equipped with a shared bathroom and a couple beds. The place was run by a bunch of English blokes who had met each other in Cambodia a few months prior, found this place for sell and decided to buy and rennovate it. I was in full island mode the moment I got there. Normally I tend to be very active whenever I'm travelling; I always want to experience as much as possible and I tend to feel like I'm wasting time whenever I just sit around all day doing nothing, but here on the island; I didn't want to do anything BUT nothing. I would wake up, get some breakfast at the bar, chill in a hammock, get some stuff from the small grocery store in the local village up the hill, chill in a hammock some more, go for a little swim, chill in a hammock, eat dinner, chill in a hammock, get drunk with the others staying at the hostel and go to bed. I also went out into the sea in the dead of night on a riggedy boat with my German pal and a couple others to go snorkel amidst bioluminescent plankton. That shit was magical. Above was an endless blanket of stars and below was an endless field of glowing plankton. I was just a happy little soul floating in a vast field of glowing dots. After 4 nights, we decided we had chilled out enough and me and my German lad returned to the main land. Upon arriving back at the port in good ol' Shitsville we learned that we had missed the connecting tourists bus to Kampot (our next destination) had just left a minute ago and we'd have to wait 2 hours to catch the next one. On the pier we met 3 Dutch people and a German girl who were also headed in the same direction, and strengthened in our resolve by our newly formed group we decided to take the adventurous path and head to Kampot the local way. It started off with some heavy negotiating with a couple taxi drivers, including one who swore that all 6 of us including our big backpacks + himself could fit in his small 4-seater without a trunk. After figuring out we wouldn't be able to get a good enough price, we decided to get a tuk-tuk driver to bring us to the local busstation so we could try and find something there. The heat got too much for the German girl so she opted to stay behind and instead wait for the tourists bus to leave in 2 hours. We arrived at the bus station (which was basically just one big parking lot) and split into 2 groups; me and one of the other Dutchies went to ask around taxi drivers while the others went to the offices of the bus companies scattered across the parking lot. We were determined to get a lower price than the tourists bus would've cost us and we weren't going to give up now that we were in the deep of it. Turned out we were at the wrong bus station, and the busses leaving to Kampot departed from another one. Another tuk-tuk ride and a bit of hassling later and we found ourselves in a mini-van heading towards Kampot; for a whopping 1 dollar less than the price of the tourists bus! Sweet, sweet victory. Kampot was a very nice place, and probably my favorite city that I visited in Cambodia. It's very calm, there's not alot of traffic or touts, it has a nice compact size and it was right next to a river with beautiful hills on the backdrop. I had always wanted to try and ride a motorbike in Southeast Asia, but because of the crazy traffic in many places I never really dared to try it. I felt like this was the perfect place to learn out however, and on the second day I ended up going out to the nearby hills by motorbike with my German friend and two of the Dutch people. Now, was it a wise decision to ride a motorbike without a license or any prior experience in a foreign country? Not really. If I had gotten into an accident there's no way my insurance would've covered it, and the risk was very real. It's not something I can blindly recommend to anyone, because accidents involving motorbikes happen all the time around this region. I, however, had a great experience, and it's my trip report. So yeah. We went up to an abandoned French hill station known as Bokor. The entire place was shrouded in a thick mist, which gave it a nice mysterious atmosphere. The day after I decided I was confident enough to go for a little solo ride, and I ended up spending pretty much the entire day riding around the countryside and visiting small rural villages and temples. I even ended up driving all the way to the border with Vietnam and back. It was a great experience. Back in Kampot I stumbled upon a music store run by a very nice Israeli lady and I ended up buying a small travel-sized guitar. Besides a traveller, I also still strongly consider myself to be a musician at heart, and having gone several months without being able to regularly make music, the urge to play guitar again took the better of me. With my new wooden companion I said my farewells to my German buddy as we split our ways, and I went up to the Cambodian capital of Phnom Penh. I had heard and read bits and pieces about the Cambodian genocide before I came here, but it wasn't until I found myself in the rough city of Phnom Penh that I really came face to face with the horrors that went down here during that time. First was the S21 Genocide Museum; a former school turned into a prison by the Khmer Rouge during their reign, in which many innocent people were brutally tortured and held in absolutely horrendous conditions. Many of the rooms still had remains of blood splatters on the floor and the walls, and there were many pictures hung on the walls to show the atrocities that went down there. No details were spared. Victims ranged from young girls to elderly men. Whenever the Rouge accused people of being enemies of the regime and them executed, it was custom to murder their entire offspring as well to make sure their kids wouldn't grow up as rebels yearning for revenge. It was a truly messed up time. I also visited the killing fields, where the executions actually took place and the bodies were dumped in huge, uncovered holes in the ground. Bullets were expensive, so most of the time the victims would just be beaten to death with blunt objects. It was one of the most emotionally demanding places I've ever visited in all my travels, but I urge everyone who ever finds themselves near Phnom Penh to give that place a visit. It's a grim reminder to how cruel man can be during times of absolute disorder. It was time to leave Cambodia behind as I headed towards my next destination; Saigon, Vietnam. You ever thought the traffic on your daily commute to work was bad? Enter the endless hordes of motorbikes in Saigon. It's pure insanity. Besides the horrible traffic situation however, I found Saigon to be a surprisingly modern city. Almost (but not entirely) on par with Bangkok. Skyscrapers, big malls, wide boulevards and some nice fancy colonial buildings. I liked it. One of things that surprised me about Saigon (and Vietnam in general) was just how many churches there were. I saw way way more of them than any other kind of temples! Apparently it's a leftover from the colonial times. While Saigon was quite alright and all and had a lot to offer, the constant honking and motorbikes criss-crossing all over the place really got on my nerves, so after a couple days I decided to head onwards to a calmer region; the mountain town of Dalat. Dalat was a very quaint place, and vastly different than any other town I had seen in SEA so far. For starters, due to its' location in a rather high altitude, the weather there is very cool; especially in contrast to the tropical heat of the rest of the region! Besides that, with the whole place being a former French hill station, it almost felt like a European hilltown. It was a very calm place and I really enjoyed my short stay there. Afterwards I took an AMAZINGLY scenic busride through the mountains to the coastal town of Nha Trang, to catch another bus onwards north to Hoi An. Nha Trang was the only place I had seen so far in the region that seemed to catter mostly to Russian tourists, with cyrillic signs hanging everywhere. It was your basic run-of-the-mill beach-resort coastal town. Not really my kinda tea, so after a bit of walking around there I continued my journey north, and after a night-long ride in a crammed sleeper bus I arrived in the town of Hoi An at the break of dawn. I was a bit conflicted with regards to Hoi An. On one hand, it had an amazing mystical atmosphere to it. Motorbikes were banned from the old town for most part of the day (hallelujah) and it was filled with ancient historic buildings and maze-like alleyways, and at night the entire town was illuminated by lanterns. On the other hand however, it was absolutely overcrowded by tourists. I feel like this is something I can't complain too much about, seeing as how I, as a tourist myself, am also contributing to this problem, but I do feel like it's something worth addressing. Hoi An being a very small town with small buildings and narrow streets, the massive amount of tourist takes away a big chunk of the feeling of authenticity, and it makes it feel more like a themepark than a true historic and culturally rich location. Regardless, I still enjoyed my stay here alot. Even with the massive amount of tourists, the mysticality of the town still managed to shine through in certain unexpected alleyways and hidden streets I'd sometimes happen to stumble upon. During my stay in Hoi An I also rented a motorbike for the day to check out the My Son Sanctuary, a UNESCO-listed cluster of old Hindu temples dedicated to the god Shiva that was build by the ancient kingdom of Champa that used to occupy the region. The site was located in an extremely lush valley in the middle of the jungle surrounded by mountains, giving it a very authentic and mysterious atmosphere. It was a nice place to explore for a bit. The route to get there was a bit tricky, but that was entirely my own fault seeing as how I forgot to change the navigation on google maps from a pedestrian's route to roads only. I had to traverse a good chunk of wet muddy paths riddled with holes, stones and puddles that were an absolute nightmare to pass through by bike, but I managed to make it there and back safe and sound. After that I ventured further north to the city of Hue, the former imperial capital of Vietnam during the 19th century Nguyen dynasty. Inside the city was an impressively large and elaborate citadel, complete with old walls, gates and buildings. Besides the citadel, I wasn't too blown away by the city itself. I met an Austrian bloke who was travelling Vietnam north to south entirely by bike, and we ended up exploring an abandoned waterpark just outside of the city. Good times. Next up was what ended being my absolute favourite place in all of Southeast Asia. The Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park. It's a massive park of lush wild jungle, ancient karst mountains and absolutely mind-boggingly massive caves; including the largest cave in the entire world, which is complete with its' own underground jungles, rivers, beaches and climate. I stayed in a small village near the entrance of the park, and everyday I would rent a motorbike to explore the park and the caves. I didn't get to visit the Son Doong cave (the largest cave in the world) cause you're only allowed to visit it on a very pricey guided tour, but after having visited some of the lesser caves I definitely want to come back some day to explore this monstrosity. Having seen the absolute insane scale of the "lesser" caves, I can't imagine how massive Son Doong must be to surpass it in size. The interesting thing about the caves is also how recent their discovery was; Son Doong was only discovered 10 years ago in 2009. I visited the Thien Duong "Paradise" Cave, which was accidentally discovered by a local man in 2005 and was thought to be the longest and the largest cave before the discovery of Son Doong. It opened up to the public in 2010 and is easily reachable; in contrast to Son Doong which takes a half-day of trekking through thick jungle to reach the entrance. This cave was. Just otherwordly. There's nothing I have ever seen that could compare to it. The height reaches up to 100m and 150m wide, and it's filled with these surreal and insanely elaborate and and varied rock formations. It's a world of unbelievable colours and shapes, and it's all shaped by nature itself. It was a beyond magical place to wander and explore. It really gave me a deep fascination for caves, the vastness of the world below our feet and a strong desire to explore more caves in the future. The park aside from the caves also deserves a strong mention though. Rugged karst mountains and wild, untouched jungle; at parts coated in thick layers of mist. Both above and below, the Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park was an absolute personal highlight. Once I had decided it was time to move on, I continued my journey north. My next stop would be Ninh Binh, close to the Trang An landscape complex. The only bus that went directly from Phong Nha to Ninh Binh was a sleeper that would arrive the next morning at 05:00, and I really didn't feel like spending another restless night on a crammed sleeper bus. So, I decided to divide the trip up into smaller parts, and travel towards Ninh Binh by local transport with a couple stops in between. First I went to the small town of Dong Hoi where I stayed the night. It was a nice, calm place. There were barely any other tourists at all (and so no touts at all. and also very little traffic; so despite the fact that the town didn't really have alot to offer in terms of touristic value, it was still a nice place to spend a day. The next day I took a local bus northbound to the town of Vinh, where I had to take a motorbike-taxi to another bus station to catch a bus heading towards Hanoi that could drop me off at Ninh Binh. I ended up being dropped off at the side of the highway some 5km out of the town and I had to walk the rest of the way. (see the comments for the continuation; this post exceeded the allowed character limit.
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This is part 4 in a series about direwolves. Per length, It's broken into multiple volumes: V2 (ACoK) V3 (ASoS) V4 (ADwD. Series posts: Part 1: Lady/Sansa, Part 2: Grey Wind/Robb, Part 3: Nymeria/Arya, Part 5: Shaggydog/Rickon, Part 6: Ghost/Jon Recall this SSM. Q: Are all the Stark children wargs/skin changers with their wolves? GRRM: To a greater or lesser degree, yes, but the amount of control varies widely. Q: Yes, I know that Lady is dead, but assuming they were all alive and all the children as well, would all the wolves have bonded to the kids as Bran and Summer did? GRRM: Bran and Summer are somewhat of a special case. In this essay, well investigate how Bran and Summer are a special case. My hypothesis is that theirs is the strongest bond simply because Bran seems to be the strongest telepath. Bran is the first and only Stark thus far in the story with the power to consciously enter the wolf and control his actions. Arya actively uses a cats vision, but has yet to demonstrate full control or to consciously enter Nymeria. She did perhaps exert her will when she compelled her to save Catelyn, but that was a seemingly subconscious act in a dream. Thus far, Ghost is in charge in all of Jons wolf dreams, although he does now remember them, and realizes that they are real. This essay is a line-by-line investigation of every mention of Summer in the text, including the wolf dreams and every thought Bran has inside the wolf. In the first volume, we see how their bond initially develops similar to the other Stark-direwolf connections but how Brans powers develop faster due to his coma, the ministrations of other actors in his dreams. One thing that is pervasive in Bran, specifically, is his wish to be in a whole body. It shows up in his anger and shame at being called a cripple or pitied. It shows up in his penchant for staying way too long inside Summer's skin. It shows up in his unfortunate choice to repeatedly invade Hodor's body. It shows up in his reasoning for going to the three-eyed crow. It will be interesting to see if he finally accepts his own skin to some degree in the coming volumes. We see in the second volume how Brans realizes that his wolf dreams are real and, through the sensory deprivation in the crypts, how he develops the ability to enter his wolf consciously. In the third volume, we see him develop this skill to a point where he can save Jons life, but we also see him follow the dark path of using this power over Hodor. In the latest volume, we see how, under Bloodravens tutelage, he can use the power to enter ravens and finally to enter the collective consciousness of the weirwood net. The development of these powers is unique to Bran among his siblings. While many other bloggers are wondering about and investigating (or inventing) foreshadowing of “Bran King”, I dont see a lot in his story with his magical growth and with his relationship to Summer that is related to this concept, so it is not considered here. We also get some direct wolf thoughts about the bond to the other direwolves from Summer. We learn that he periodically senses his siblings. This does seem to differ from a similar dream Jon has where Ghost seems to more strongly (certainly more vividly) sense his remaining litter-mates. As an aside, we also learn how Neither wolf can sense the other(s) when one of them is on the other side of the wall. We can assume that something about the magic of the wall disrupts their connection. Finally, several themes from our prior volumes continue here with Summer and his bond to Bran, including: Mirroring Brans personality and intelligence Obedience vs. Independence Shadowing / protecting / healthy fear of the wolves The wolves innate ability to sense threats Belonging to the pack / the instinct to hunt Being affectionate when theyre together Bad things happening when theyre separated Many of these themes are more visible in Bran and Summer given our access to the wolf dreams in the POV and the strength of their bond. A Game of Thrones – A Pup with no Name and Bran the Broken In this volume we see how the bond between Bran and Summer forms immediately and strongly, then strengthens with further contact between the 2 and with Brans increasing powers. Summer, indeed is an integral part of the discussion of Brans prophetic dreams in this volume, suggesting that he is somewhat aware of their nature. We see that the bond to Summer began forming immediately, the moment Jon hands him to Bran. The mirroring begins in the next moment. Hes dismayed at the idea that the pups would be slaughtered, saying “its mine. ” At the same time, Summer squirmed and understood (my highlighting below in the quotes. A Game of Thrones – Bran I Bran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, “Here you go. ” His half-brother put a second pup into his arms. “There are five of them. ” Bran sat down in the snow and hugged the wolf pup to his face. Its fur was soft and warm against his cheek. […] “No matter, ” said Hullen. “They be dead soon enough too. ” Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay. “The sooner the better, ” Theon Greyjoy agreed. He drew his sword. “Give the beast here, Bran. ”The little thing squirmed against him, as if it heard and understood. “No! ” Bran cried out fiercely. “Its mine. ” […] Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. “Hullen speaks truly, son. Better a swift death than a hard one from cold and starvation. ” “No! ” He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away. He did not want to cry in front of his father. Now Jon steps in to selflessly advocate for his pack. This shows a lot about Jon and Brans relationship. Bran “loved Jon with all his heart” for his selfless act in not including himself in the count for a pup. This is an indication of the empathy that both boys possess. Bran knows what it costs Jon; he can feel how it must hurt to exclude himself. Fortunately, our author rewards Jon later with Ghost. At the end of the passage, see how Summer mirrors Brans emotions again, squirming at Brans relief that the pups wouldnt be killed. “Lord Stark, ” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups, ” he told Father. “Three male, two female. ” “What of it, Jon? ” “You have five trueborn children, ” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord. ” Bran saw his fathers face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own. Their father understood as well. “You want no pup for yourself, Jon? ” he asked softly. The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark, Jon pointed out. “I am no Stark, Father. ” Their lord father regarded Jon thoughtfully. Robb rushed into the silence he left. “I will nurse him myself, Father, ” he promised. “I will soak a towel with warm milk, and give him suck from that. ” Me too! ” Bran echoed. The lord weighed his sons long and carefully with his eyes. “Easy to say, and harder to do. I will not have you wasting the servants time with this. If you want these pups, you will feed them yourselves. Is that understood? ” Bran nodded eagerly. The pup squirmed in his grasp, licked at his face with a warm tongue. […] It was not until they were mounted and on their way that Bran allowed himself to taste the sweet air of victory. By then, his pup was snuggled inside his leathers, warm against him, safe for the long ride home. Bran was wondering what to name him. – AGoT – Bran I Note the indecision Bran has in naming the pup in both his first and second chapters. I am not sure if this will end up being a character flaw, or was just a device the author used to place significance on the name Summer for some yet to be revealed reason. Either way, well monitor Bran for future indecision. In the next chapter we get a hint of an independent streak in Summers lack of interest in chasing sticks couched with exposition of the pups high intelligence. Bran, given his penchant for climbing whether forbidden to or not is independent himself, so this is an example of mirroring. A Game of Thrones – Bran II But it was no good. He had gone to the stable first, and seen his pony there in its stall, except it wasnt his pony anymore, he was getting a real horse and leaving the pony behind, and all of a sudden Bran just wanted to sit down and cry. He turned and ran off before Hodor and the other stableboys could see the tears in his eyes. That was the end of his farewells. Instead Bran spent the morning alone in the godswood, trying to teach his wolf to fetch a stick, and failing. The wolfling was smarter than any of the hounds in his fathers kennel and Bran would have sworn he understood every word that was said to him, but he showed very little interest in chasing sticks. He was still trying to decide on a name. Robb was calling his Grey Wind, because he ran so fast. Sansa had named hers Lady, and Arya named hers after some old witch queen in the songs, and little Rickon called his Shaggydog, which Bran thought was a pretty stupid name for a direwolf. Jons wolf, the white one, was Ghost. Bran wished he had thought of that first, even though his wolf wasnt white. He had tried a hundred names in the last fortnight, but none of them sounded right. – AGoT – Bran II During Brans coma, Summer becomes a hero in saving both Cat and Bran from the catspaw. First, though, hes heard in the yard howling with Grey Wind and Shaggy, pack behavior. Summer is worrying for Bran, and the other 2 are in solidarity. This seemed to happen a lot as there was also evidence of it in a Tyrion chapter, as well. One can guess that Summer wished to be in the room with Bran, that this separation was troubling him greatly. Perhaps he also felt some of the pain Bran might have been in during the coma. Outside the tower, a wolf began to howl. Catelyn trembled, just for a second. “ Brans. ” Robb opened the window and let the night air into the stuffy tower room. The howling grew louder. It was a cold and lonely sound, full of melancholy and despair. “Dont, ” she told him. “Bran needs to stay warm. ” “ He needs to hear them sing, ” Robb said. Somewhere out in Winterfell, a second wolf began to howl in chorus with the first. Then a third, closer. “Shaggydog and Grey Wind, ” Robb said as their voices rose and fell together. “You can tell them apart if you listen close. ” During the fire, Summer is not drawn away. Mayhaps he smelled or heard the catspaw and tracked him to Brans room or he was just taking his chance to sneak up to Brans room. A fun, tinfoily explanation is that Summer heard what was going on though Brans ears and rushed up for the save. Unfortunately, there is zero evidence for this. The result is the same. Bran and Catelyn are saved, and it is undoubtedly Summers bond to Bran that enables it. This is also the readers first indication of the deadly ferocity of these wolves, a stark example of their protective nature and the other side of the coin for those who would do them harm. Catelyn saw the shadow slip through the open door behind him. There was a low rumble, less than a snarl, the merest whisper of a threat, but he must have heard something, because he started to turn just as the wolf made its leap. They went down together, half sprawled over Catelyn where shed fallen. The wolf had him under the jaw. The mans shriek lasted less than a second before the beast wrenched back its head, taking out half his throat. His blood felt like warm rain as it sprayed across her face. The wolf was looking at her. Its jaws were red and wet and its eyes glowed golden in the dark room. It was Brans wolf, she realized. Of course it was. “Thank you, ” Catelyn whispered, her voice faint and tiny. She lifted her hand, trembling. The wolf padded closer, sniffed at her fingers, then licked at the blood with a wet rough tongue. When it had cleaned all the blood off her hand, it turned away silently and jumped up on Brans bed and lay down beside him. Catelyn began to laugh hysterically. – A Game of Thrones – Catelyn III In the aftermath of the attack, we see affection and shadowing. Summer did start this section protesting his separation from Bran, so all 5 of our themes are in evidence in just a small section of this chapter. We wont go into detail about Brans dreams during the coma, save to note that the coma seems to have triggered an awakening of Brans magical powers. This probably plays a role in the warg bond developing sooner in him that in the other Stark POVs (we can be less sure of what happens for Robb and Rickon. At the end of the dream, Brans awakening is the next mention of Summer in the story, where he is again at Brans side and being affectionate. A Game of Thrones – Bran III And then there was movement beside the bed, and something landed lightly on his legs. He felt nothing. A pair of yellow eyes looked into his own, shining like the sun. The window was open and it was cold in the room, but the warmth that came off the wolf enfolded him like a hot bath. His pup, Bran realized … or was it? He was so big now. He reached out to pet him, his hand trembling like a his brother Robb burst into the room, breathless from his dash up the tower steps, the direwolf was licking Brans face. Bran looked up calmly. “ His name is Summer, ” he said. – AGoT – Bran III So, in his third chapter, Bran finally settled on the name Summer, an homage to Old Nan. In the next chapter, his impatience with her, certainly a beloved figure, belies Brans growing discontent over his immobility. He wants to be out there with Summer and the pack running and playing, but all he can do is watch from a window. Summer is a bit outcast from the other 2 as well, trailing and observing, mirroring Brans separation. We also get Brans opinion on Summers attentiveness and intelligence, possible mirroring. A Game of Thrones – Bran IV Bran watched from his window seat. Wherever the boy went, Grey Wind was there first, loping ahead to cut him off, until Rickon saw him, screamed in delight, and went pelting off in another direction. Shaggydog ran at his heels, spinning and snapping if the other wolves came too close. His fur had darkened until he was all black, and his eyes were green fire. Brans Summer came last. He was silver and smoke, with eyes of yellow gold that saw all there was to see. Smaller than Grey Wind, and more wary. Bran thought he was the smartest of the litter. He could hear his brothers breathless laughter as Rickon dashed across the hard-packed earth on little baby legs. […] “I dont care whose stories they are, ” Bran told her, “I hate them. ” He didnt want stories and he didnt want Old Nan. He wanted his mother and father. He wanted to go running with Summer loping beside him. He wanted to climb the broken tower and feed corn to the crows. He wanted to ride his pony again with his brothers. He wanted it to be the way it had been before. Next, we have the attack on Tyrion. The wolves clearly act as a pack in a coordinated fashion. However, there is an oddity in this scene. Summer led the attack, not Grey Wind, even though Robb was the one showing aggressiveness to Tyrion, and Bran was seemingly happy about the saddle plans. If it were mirroring, shouldnt Grey Wind be the main aggressor? Upon reflection, I believe it was a combination of pack behavior, protection, and mirroring that drove this attack. Under this interpretation, Summer being the leader makes perfect sense. First, Bran was more upset than he admits to himself at Tyrion's repeatedly calling him a cripple. Second, the Lannisters threw Bran from the tower. Bran's subconscious knows. Summer was there. Summer knows. Summer smelled Lannister. Tyrion has a Lannister scent. Theon hits it on the head in the second paragraph below. The door to the yard flew open. Sunlight came streaming across the hall as Rickon burst in, breathless. The direwolves were with him. The boy stopped by the door, wide-eyed, but the wolves came on. Their eyes found Lannister, or perhaps they caught his scent. Summer began to growl first. Grey Wind picked it up. They padded toward the little man, one from the right and one from the left. “ The wolves do not like your smell, Lannister, ” Theon Greyjoy commented. “Perhaps its time I took my leave, ” Tyrion said. He took a step backward … and Shaggydog came out of the shadows behind him, snarling. Lannister recoiled, and Summer lunged at him from the other side. He reeled away, unsteady on his feet, and Grey Wind snapped at his arm, teeth ripping at his sleeve and tearing loose a scrap of cloth. “No! ” Bran shouted from the high seat as Lannisters men reached for their steel. “ Summer, here. Summer, to me! ” The direwolf heard the voice, glanced at Bran, and again at Lannister. He crept backward, away from the little man, and settled down below Brans dangling feet. Fortunately, the wolves all broke off from the attack when called (Summer less obedient than Grey Wind. Under my theory, Summer must have sensed Lannister in the hall with the boys and decided it was danger, given the history. He would have riled up Shaggy and Grey Wind at the door to the hall until Rickon decided to let them in. Robb is already upset so Grey Wind is mirroring him, same for Shaggy as Rickons always upset as we learn elsewhere in the story. To reinforce that this was the cause of Summers actions, Bran has a dream later this chapter about Jaimes attack on him. In this light Summer was mirroring Brans subconscious feelings about Lannisters. In the dream Bran denies seeing what he saw between Cersei and Jaime, but it was no good. He subconsciously knows that he was in danger from the Lannisters. This dream is all about Bran and his realization that his subconscious and his bond to Summer may have caused the attack on Tyrion. In his dream he was climbing again, pulling himself up an ancient windowless tower, his fingers forcing themselves between blackened stones, his feet scrabbling for purchase. Higher and higher he climbed, through the clouds and into the night sky, and still the tower rose before him. When he paused to look down, his head swam dizzily and he felt his fingers slipping. Bran cried out and clung for dear life. The earth was a thousand miles beneath him and he could not fly. He could not fly. He waited until his heart had stopped pounding, until he could breathe, and he began to climb again. There was no way to go but up. Far above him, outlined against a vast pale moon, he thought he could see the shapes of gargoyles. His arms were sore and aching, but he dared not rest. He forced himself to climb faster. The gargoyles watched him ascend. Their eyes glowed red as hot coals in a brazier. Perhaps once they had been lions. but now they were twisted and grotesque. Bran could hear them whispering to each other in soft stone voices terrible to hear. He must not listen, he told himself, he must not hear, so long as he did not hear them he was safe. But when the gargoyles pulled themselves loose from the stone and padded down the side of the tower to where Bran clung, he knew he was not safe after all. “ I didnt hear, ” he wept as they came closer and closer, “ I didnt, I didnt. ” Its now super obvious to me that 1) Summer has a deep mistrust of the Lannisters, and 2) Bran shares this mistrust (coupled with fear) subconsciously. These, coupled with Summers protective instinct, are the reasons for the near-attack on Tyrion. This denial seems to be a foreshadowing of Brans denial that his anger cause Summer to attack Meera and Jojen (in a mirroring fashion) in ACoK. Just as Bran denies now knowledge of the Lannisters throwing him from the window now, later he denies that he caused that later attack by Summer mirroring his mood and feelings toward Jojen. The rest of the mentions of Summer in this are examples of how he is Brans constant and affectionate companion. Summer followed them up the tower steps as Hodor carried Bran back to his bed. Old Nan was asleep in her chair. Hodor said “Hodor, ” gathered up his great-grandmother, and carried her off, snoring softly, while Bran lay thinking. Robb had promised that he could feast with the Nights Watch in the Great Hall. “Summer, ” he called. The wolf bounded up on the bed. Bran hugged him so hard he could feel the hot breath on his cheek. “I can ride now, ” he whispered to his friend. “We can go hunting in the woods soon, wait and see. ” After a time he slept. […] Hodor washed the sweat from him with a warm, damp cloth and dressed him with deft and gentle hands. When it was time, he carried him down to the Great Hall, where a long trestle table had been set up near the fire. The lords seat at the head of the table had been left empty, but Robb sat to the right of it, with Bran across from him. They ate suckling pig that night, and pigeon pie, and turnips soaking in butter, and afterward the cook had promised honeycombs. Summer snatched table scraps from Brans hand, while Grey Wind and Shaggydog fought over a bone in the corner. Winterfells dogs would not come near the hall now. Bran had found that strange at first, but he was growing used to it. […] That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top. – AGoT – Bran IV At the next mention of Summer, hes again shadowing Bran when they all go off riding. When the direwolves go off to hunt alone, we are shown how separation during a hunt is a time of vulnerability for the boys because, for all of the bond, these wolves are wild animals. A Game of Thrones – Bran V They passed beneath the gatehouse, over the drawbridge, through the outer walls. Summer and Grey Wind came loping beside them, sniffing at the wind. Close behind came Theon Greyjoy, with his longbow and a quiver of broadheads; he had a mind to take a deer, he had told them. He was followed by four guardsmen in mailed shirts and coifs, and Joseth, a stick-thin stableman whom Robb had named master of horse while Hullen was away. Maester Luwin brought up the rear, riding on a donkey. Bran would have liked it better if he and Robb had gone off alone, just the two of them, but Hal Mollen would not hear of it, and Maester Luwin backed him. If Bran fell off his horse or injured himself, the maester was determined to be with him. […] “I dont want to race. ” Bran looked around for the direwolves. Both had vanished into the wood. “ Did you hear Summer howling last night? ” “Grey Wind was restless too, ” Robb said. His auburn hair had grown shaggy and unkempt, and a reddish stubble covered his jaw, making him look older than his fifteen years. “ Sometimes I think they know things … sense things …” Robb sighed. “I never know how much to tell you, Bran. I wish you were older. ” Its interesting that the boys discuss how the direwolves can sense things, yet they dont sense the threat of the wildlings. Recall how Bran earlier thought that Summer was the smartest of the pack, but somehow, he doesnt recognize this relatively close threat. Is this a plot hole, or is GRRM insinuating that the wolves are not as reliable as we might hope? Also, note how Bran can recognize the howl of his own wolf, mentioned above and below. Robb had noticed the same in Cats chapter earlier. Is this simply their recognition of the wolves voices or is it a more supernatural indication of their telepathic bond? They were on the far side when they heard the howl, a long rising wail that moved through the trees like a cold wind. Bran raised his head to listen. “ Summer, ” he said. No sooner had he spoken than a second voice joined the first. “Theyve made a kill, ” Robb said […. As the attack begins note how Summer is careful, first checking the wind to assess the threat. Later, he is careful not to be injured by Hali. Is this an example of Mirroring Bran? Robb whistled. They heard the faint sound of soft feet on wet leaves. The undergrowth parted, low-hanging branches giving up their accumulation of snow, and Grey Wind and Summer emerged from the green. Summer sniffed the air and growled. “Wolves, ” gasped Hali. […] A few feet away, Summer darted in and snapped at Hali. The knife bit at his flank. Summer slid away, snarling, and came rushing in again. This time his jaws closed around her calf. Holding the knife with both hands, the small woman stabbed down, but the direwolf seemed to sense the blade coming. He pulled free for an instant, his mouth full of leather and cloth and bloody flesh. When Hali stumbled and fell, he came at her again, slamming her backward, teeth tearing at her belly. Take note of the next line “In that moment Bran saw everything. ” Its a very eerie line. I must wonder, in this traumatic experience, is this an indication that he is partially warging Summer? Could he be seeing everything because hes seeing through 2 sets of eyes? Or even 3, if hed partially slipped Grey Winds skin? When Stiv threatens Bran, Grey Wind immediately obeys Robbs command to stand down, but Summer is having none of it. He is intent on Bran, and Summer, mirroring Bran, is more independent than his brother. He never considers taking his burning eyes of Bran. Take note also of Stivs words about Starks. My interpretation of this line is that hes heard tales of Starks being wargs. They were probably just stories to him until now; his comment seems full of regret for coming near Winterfell. In that moment Bran saw everything. Summer was savaging Hali, pulling glistening blue snakes from her belly. Her eyes were wide and staring. Bran could not tell whether she was alive or dead. The grey stubbly man and the one with the axe lay unmoving, but Osha was on her knees, crawling toward her fallen spear. Grey Wind padded toward her, dripping wet. “Call him off! ” the big man shouted. “Call them both off, or the cripple boy dies now! ” “Grey Wind, Summer, to me, ” Robb said. The direwolves stopped, turned their heads. Grey Wind loped back to Robb. Summer stayed where he was, his eyes on Bran and the man beside him. He growled. His muzzle was wet and red, but his eyes burned. Osha used the butt end of her spear to lever herself back to her feet. Blood leaked from a wound on the upper arm where Robb had cut her. Bran could see sweat trickling down the big mans face. Stiv was as scared as he was, he realized. “Starks, ” the man muttered, “bloody Starks. ” He raised his voice. “Osha, kill the wolves and get his sword. ” We also see the horror of their wildness and lack of fear of men in how they savage the corpses; that part is truly sickening. The next mention of Summer is where he is feeding on Hali. This is the first time the wolves consider men to be meat in the series. Robbs men, even Luwin, are horrified. The guardsmen had a strange, pale look to their faces as they took in the scene of slaughter. They eyed the wolves uncertainly, and when Summer returned to Halis corpse to feed, Joseth dropped his knife and scrambled for the bush, heaving. Even Maester Luwin seemed shocked as he stepped from behind a tree, but only for an instant. Then he shook his head and waded across the stream to Brans side. “Are you hurt? ” – AGoT – Bran V The next chapter is mostly a montage of different times Summer is shadowing and protecting Bran. We also get good indications of how even allies are fearful around the wolves. Later, we see them being affectionate with each other again. A Game of Thrones – Bran VI They were the last, he knew. The other lords were already here, with their hosts. Bran yearned to ride out among them, to see the winter houses full to bursting, the jostling crowds in the market square every morning, the streets rutted and torn by wheel and hoof. But Robb had forbidden him to leave the castle. “We have no men to spare to guard you, ” his brother had explained. “ Ill take Summer, ” Bran argued. […] As they passed beneath the gatehouse portcullis, Bran put two fingers into his mouth and whistled. Summer came loping across the yard. Suddenly the Karstark lancers were fighting for control, as their horses rolled their eyes and whickered in dismay. One stallion reared, screaming, his rider cursing and hanging on desperately. The scent of the direwolves sent horses into a frenzy of fear if they were not accustomed to it, but theyd quiet soon enough once Summer was gone. “The godswood, ” Bran reminded Hodor. […] He tried not to flinch as Hodor ducked through a low door. They walked down a long dim hallway, Summer padding easily beside them. The wolf glanced up from time to time, eyes smoldering like liquid gold. Bran would have liked to touch him, but he was riding too high for his hand to reach. Later, we see them being affectionate with each other again. Clearly, their bond is deepening. The final line of the passage reminds us of the power Bran has and how it can deepen their bond. He is dreaming with the gods. Note how Bran is comfortable with the old gods; this and his son-to-be-revealed are possible foreshadowing of his connection eventual to the weirwood net. Summer lapped at the water and settled down at Brans side. He rubbed the wolf under the jaw, and for a moment boy and beast both felt at peace. Bran had always liked the godswood, even before, but of late he found himself drawn to it more and more. Even the heart tree no longer scared him the way it used to. The deep red eyes carved into the pale trunk still watched him, yet somehow he took comfort from that now. The gods were looking over him, he told himself; the old gods, gods of the Starks and the First Men and the children of the forest, his fathers gods. He felt safe in their sight, and the deep silence of the trees helped him think. Bran had been thinking a lot since his fall; thinking, and dreaming, and talking with the gods. When Ladys bones were returned. All 3 wolves howled in mourning. She was pack; they must have identified her scent. Bran felt all cold inside. “She lost her wolf, ” he said, weakly, remembering the day when four of his fathers guardsmen had returned from the south with Ladys bones. Summer and Grey Wind and Shaggydog had begun to howl before they crossed the drawbridge, in voices drawn and desolate. Beneath the shadow of the First Keep was an ancient lichyard, its headstones spotted with pale lichen, where the old Kings of Winter had laid their faithful servants. It was there they buried Lady, while her brothers stalked between the graves like restless shadows. She had gone south, and only her bones had returned. The next exchange is interesting. The wind has been used elsewhere to signify the old gods trying to talk. While Bran may be comfortable with the old gods, summer may not be. Or, it could be that Summer is growling at Osha. Either way, it makes may concerned that the power of the weir woods may not be benevolent, given how the wolves seem to be better judges of danger than the children. Either way, Osha is very uneasy, given her previous experience with the wolves. The exchange ends with Summer obeying, then being affectionate with Bran. A faint wind sighed through the godswood and the red leaves stirred and whispered. Summer bared his teeth. “You hear them, boy? ” a voice asked. Bran lifted his head. Osha stood across the pool, beneath an ancient oak, her face shadowed by leaves. Even in irons, the Wildling moved quiet as a cat. Summer circled the pool, sniffed at her. The tall woman flinched. “Summer, to me, ” Bran called. The direwolf took one final sniff, spun, and bounded back. Bran wrapped his arms around him. “What are you doing here? ” He had not seen Osha since theyd taken her captive in the wolfswood, though he knew shed been set to working in the kitchens. – AGoT – Bran VI Note that after the above interaction with Osha, Maester Luwin started telling Bran that magical creatures (giants and the children of the forest in this case) no longer existed. This would be the first of many times where Luwin filled Brans head with skepticism about magic only to be proven wrong. It is comforting to Bran, but he ultimately knows that the maesters ideas dont pass muster. The next chapter is mainly about Brans dream of Ned being in the crypts; Luwin doesnt believe the dream to be meaningful and takes Bran there to prove it. Luwin, you know nothing. We see several examples of our themes with Summer and Bran, including shadowing, affection, savagery, and obedience. A Game of Thrones – Bran VII “They dont fight very well, ” Bran said dubiously. He scratched Summer idly behind the ears as the direwolf tore at a haunch of meat. Bones crunched between his teeth. […] “Summer, come, ” Bran called as she lifted him in wiry-strong arms. The direwolf left his bone and followed as Osha carried Bran across the yard and down the spiral steps to the cold vault under the earth. Maester Luwin went ahead with a torch. Bran did not even mind—too badly—that she carried him in her arms and not on her back. Ser Rodrik had ordered Oshas chain struck off, since she had served faithfully and well since she had been at Winterfell. She still wore the heavy iron shackles around her ankles—a sign that she was not yet wholly trusted—but they did not hinder her sure strides down the steps. […] He wished they were here now; the vault might not have seemed so dark and scary. Summer stalked out in the echoing gloom, then stopped, lifted his head, and sniffed the chill dead air. He bared his teeth and crept backward, eyes glowing golden in the light of the maesters torch. Even Osha, hard as old iron, seemed uncomfortable. “Grim folk, by the look of them, ” she said as she eyed the long row of granite Starks on their stone thrones. Summer is skittish about going into the crypts, but at the first sign of danger he leaps to Brans protection. Shaggydog turns out to be the danger, and this is the first of several times where Summer needs to keep his black brother in check. The vault was cavernous, longer than Winterfell itself, and Jon had told him once that there were other levels underneath, vaults even deeper and darker where the older kings were buried. It would not do to lose the light. Summer refused to move from the steps, even when Osha followed the torch, Bran in her arms. […] “Summer! ” Bran screamed. And Summer came, shooting from the dimness behind them, a leaping shadow. He slammed into Shaggydog and knocked him back, and the two direwolves rolled over and over in a tangle of grey and black fur, snapping and biting at each other, while Maester Luwin struggled to his knees, his arm torn and bloody. Osha propped Bran up against Lord Rickards stone wolf as she hurried to assist the maester. In the light of the guttering torch, shadow wolves twenty feet tall fought on the wall and roof. “Shaggy, ” a small voice called. When Bran looked up, his little brother was standing in the mouth of Fathers tomb. With one final snap at Summers face, Shaggydog broke off and bounded to Rickons side. “You let my father be, ” Rickon warned Luwin. “You let him be. ” […] “You can wait with me, ” Bran said. “Well wait together, you and me and our wolves. ” Both of the direwolves were licking wounds now, and would bear close watching. Later, do the wolves seem to sense the boys dread as the raven announcing Neds death arrives, even as Summer first senses the raven. Its worth wondering if the direwolves experience some of the boys non-wolf dreams. Did they understand the context of the dream to mean that Ned had died before the raven arrived? One might assume their howling was only an indication that they were mirroring the boys dread, but there was no prior sign of an arrival of a raven. We might assume that Summer smelled, saw or heard it approaching, although without the context of the news it would bring, why howl? Did Bran subconsciously supply that context telepathically? Did his nascent connection to the weir woods know the Raven was coming? Summer began to howl. Maester Luwin broke off, startled. When Shaggydog bounded to his feet and added his voice to his brothers, dread clutched at Brans heart. “Its coming, ” he whispered, with the certainty of despair. He had known it since last night, he realized, since the crow had led him down into the crypts to say farewell. He had known it, but he had not believed. He had wanted Maester Luwin to be right. The crow, he thought, the three-eyed crow … The howling stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Summer padded across the tower floor to Shaggydog, and began to lick at a mat of bloody fur on the back of his brothers neck. From the window came a flutter of wings. – AGoT – Bran VII Maester Luwin was not right. This final chapter was a real eye-opener about the contrast between a maesters view and the power that Bran possesses. The dream Rickon and Bran had had about Ned being killed was informed by some supernatural means, telepathy or magic. My personal opinion is that it was not an example of a predictive dream, but merely information from far away, likely via the weirwood net. It is undetermined whether these dreams/visions (which many experience in the series, not just Bran) are actively pushed by some motivated actor (I. e. Bloodraven) or whether they are passively leaking out of the weirwood net. As a final thought on Bran and Summers story in AGoT, their bond is shown to be special in how it seems stronger than his siblings and is also augmented by Brans nascent powers and their connection to the weirwoods. Brans power is clarified in this final chapter; he is definitely able to receive supernatural messages from dreams beyond his connection to Summer. Cont'd: Vol 2.
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I admit to crying like a little girl especially at the end of the movies. Thank you for making films of this quality. Part 13: I shook my head briefly, clearing my thoughts, and led the way over to others. “Ok guys, lets do this. Sera, on my right with Chris. Lucas on my left, then Seth and Sebastian please. ” Rank wise, I guess Sebastian should have stood closer to me, but I wanted Seth by Lucas in case things went pear shaped. I took a breath, squared my shoulders, and smoothed my expression. A quick glance to either side proved that my companions had done the same, and we were presenting a single, impassive wall. Perfect. Lets do this. Satan approached, with his court ranged behind him. Kali and Sebine followed a couple of paces behind him, and the Four Horsemen followed a short distance behind them. Good. I hoped the way that I had arranged our court suggested a united front instead of a dictator and their subjects. I have to admit, you guys, Satan was an impressive and terrifying sight. I struggled to keep an impassive face. He was tall, the tallest denizen of Hell that I had encountered, even taller than Lucifer. His skin was a brighter red than my friends, and where theirs tended to deepen to a bruised purple in the folds and wrinkles, his was black. It was jarring. His eyes had no pupils that I could see, and were completely black. His horns were massive, and curled like the Enforcers, like a ram. His leathery head was bald, and slightly scaly. Flames occasionally danced along his horns. His chest was bare, and roped with thick muscle. I wondered if he had hooves. Given that he was wearing boots, I figured probably not. He grinned maliciously at me as he came to a stop. His mouth was lined with rows of razor sharp teeth. Shit. That little voice in the back of my head- you know the one, most people call it common sense- said to me, ‘well, you did your best. Good effort, now we need to get the fuck out of here. Come on, turn around and fly. You can do it. Lets go. As per usual, I ignored it. I took a step forward, smiled politely, and offered my hand to shake. Oh shit, what if he took it? Would it burn? I tensed myself, ready for anything, and said, “Pleasure to meet you, your Majesty. My name is Katie, and I am Lucifers Queen. ” Staring at me intently, he took my hand. Phew. Unpleasantly warm, but not burning. But then he did that annoying alpha male thing where he tried to crush my hand in his grasp. I maintained my polite smile, squeezed back hard, briefly, and pulled my hand quickly out of his grasp, being careful not to flex it and betray discomfort. He smiled sardonically, and said, “The pleasure is all mine, Human. I have to admit, I have been… dying… to meet you for quite some time now. I have watched the effect you seem to have on my nephew and my children, and it is quite fascinating. ” He tilted his head. “Tell me, was it blood magic, or sex? ” His voice was coarse, yet at the same time smooth. Like old cracked leather. It rolled across me like an avalanche carrying boulders in its wake. I heard Chris draw in a sharp breath. I ignored him and instead asked, “Your nephew? ” With a quizzical smile. “Lucifer. ” Satan enunciated clearly, and waited for my reaction. I narrowed my eyes, briefly, trying to process the implications of that statement. I decided that was a rabbit hole I didnt have the time or mental capacity for. I shoved the panicked ideas down, and replied coolly, “Huh. No one told me you were Gods brother. ” Why had no one told me he was Gods brother? I feel like that was probably crucial information. I made a mental note to kick everyones arse later. I was surprised to note that Kali and Sebine looked just as shocked as I felt. Satan seemed a little taken aback by my lack of reaction, but quickly recovered. “Mmm. ” He confirmed offhandedly. “Tell me, Human. I am very curious, and not much in this existence makes me curious. How did you ensnare these… lesser beings? Blood magic, surely? Perhaps a combination of blood and sex magic. It must have been quite… tiring… taking control of them all. ” He eyed me up and down, leering at me. I felt like Id been rolled in dog shit. Ew. “That is not only my mother you are addressing, but your superiors Queen. I suggest you treat her with respect. Your Majesty. ” I was so proud of Lucas nonchalant tone. Nice work, kid. Satan shifted his gaze to my son. “My grand- nephew. ” He said slowly. “How… interesting. Tell me, where is your father, boy? ” Lucas gazed at him steadily. “You may call me Prince Lucas, Great Uncle. ” Suddenly, Satan roared, and the flames on his horns leapt. Lucas grimaced, but managed to stop himself from flinching backwards. So proud. “Lucifer is busy. He was certain that Lucas and I could sort this out. So now that introductions have been made, your Majesty, perhaps we could get down to business. ” I interjected in a bored tone. “And what business would that be, Human? ” Satan sneered. I looked him square in the eye, and said confidently, “Why, your apology, of course. ” He blinked. “What? ” He demanded in a dangerous tone. “Your apology. ” I repeated it slowly. “Thats why we are here, after all. To hear your apology and relay it to my King. Also, you will stop referring to me as ‘Human. Clearly, it is no longer correct. ” I snapped my wings open then closed again quickly. “What am I apologising for, Human? ” He said it softly, menacingly. I raised an eyebrow, and otherwise ignored him. He glared at me furiously. “ANSWER ME! ” His voice cracked like a whip with that same authority that Id occasionally heard Lucifer and the others use. That I wielded now myself, I reminded myself sternly. He repeated himself, louder this time. The words stung like knives on my skin. I was aware of both Sera and Lucas bracing themselves harder with a small gasp on either side of me. I smiled the same small smile that usually made Lucifer glare at the ceiling in frustration with me. It worked. Satan didnt seem to be one for ceiling staring, however. He roared at me, long and loud. Flames leapt in existence along his arms and shoulders. He peeled his lips back and showed me his rows and rows of teeth. I noticed his court take a cautious step backwards, before black spots started dancing in my vision. Refusing to give ground, I snapped my wings forward and around me, protecting my face. My court followed suit, Seth turning to one side to use his good wing, and Chris stepped behind Sera. It felt like my wings were being buffeted. Thankfully, they didnt sting as my skin had done in response. My head throbbed, and my vision danced. My existence narrowed to one repeated thought: “Do not move. Do not move. ” I couldnt tell you how long Satan roared for. Eventually though, my awareness increased outside of my own mind. My vision returned to normal, and while my head still ached a little bit, otherwise I felt normal. I gave myself an extra moment to compose my expression, then folded my wings back behind me with a snap, loud enough for my court to hear. Chris resumed his place at Seras side, Seth straightened, and everyone folded their wings back in unison, as if wed rehearsed. I stared at Satan levelly. “If you are QUITE done bellowing like a wounded bull. ” I snipped testily, hands on hips. “Why did you not answer me? ” He still sounded angry, but as if he was trying hard to control himself. I counted that as a win. “Oh, were you talking to me? ” I feigned surprise, and raised my hands to my mouth briefly, before allowing them to drop back to my sides. “Im sorry, its just you kept saying ‘Human, and well, ” I glanced at my court with a slight giggle, “theres no humans here! ” Seras lip twitched, and I had the impression that everyone was prepared to take cover again. Satan breathed hard, glaring at me. I met his gaze coolly. Suddenly he grinned viciously. “I shall call you whore then, since you are my nephews whore. ” My companions bristled, but held their places. I made a show of patting my pockets and looking around. Satan was nonplussed. Eventually, Sera asked, “May I be of assistance, my Queen? ” I dont think the last part was emphasised for me. “Hmm? Oh, I was just looking for a pen and paper. Anyone have any? ” I looked around. I could tell my companions were confused, but went with my theatrics anyway. They all shook their heads silently, eyes sparkling with the effort of maintaining straight faces. I shrugged, and turned back to Satan. “I just wanted to make a note to tell Lucifer, and tell him he owes me” I smirked lasciviously at him, “a fuckton of cash. ” I looked around Lucas at Seth. “Should I claim interest as well? Ive been gone for a while. ” “Absolutely, my Queen. And danger pay, I would expect. Some of the things you two got up to, phew. ” He kept staring straight ahead at Satan as he spoke. “Honestly, I dont think anyone here is surprised that I fuck Lucifer. Thats not really news. Hang on, wait? Do you not fuck your Queen? Is that why she is so cranky? ” I tilted my head at him questioningly, and looked from him to Kali. Her face seethed with rage. How very satisfying. Lucas let out a tiny strangled noise beside me. Sorry, kid. Satan didnt reply, just gaped at me. I didnt give him time to recover. “If we are quite done with insults and theatrics. Yes, this is Lucifers son. Yes, I am his mother and Lucifers Queen. Yes, that does mean that we” (stage whisper) “ have sex. And as far as what binds everyone to me… Well, I never thought Id ever quote My Little Pony to Satan himself, but its the magic of friendship. Arsehole. ” Kalis grey eyes flashed, and Sebine looked about ready to attack. Satan glared at me. I continued. “Despite your appalling lack of courtesy, I will still allow you to present your apology to us. Go ahead. ” I smiled graciously. For a moment Satan continued to glare at me, then began to laugh uproariously. He clutched his sides, and doubled over. His court regarded him, confused. Finally he straightened, wiped his eyes and said, “Apology. That is funny. ” He gave another little chuckle, before becoming completely serious. “You have surprised me… ex human. So I will grant you this. You may relay my terms to Lucifer. Next meeting will be the last, however. And if he doesnt show himself, then we go to war to extract our satisfaction. ” I looked at him quizzically. “For? ” The flames on his horns danced harder, but he kept himself under control. He spoke in clipped tones. “The kidnapping of my daughter, my 2IC, and her subsequent torture. ” I didnt look at Sebine, but I noted in my periphery that she was smirking at Sera. I cocked my head at Satan. “That truly does sound awful, Im terribly sorry that happened to her. Who was it? ” “What? ” He was incredulous. “Who kidnapped her? I agree, that was totally crossing a line. Tell me who it was, we will see to it that they are punished. And avoid any loss of life here, what do you say? ” He blinked at me, totally confused. “It… it was you. And my traitorous children there. ” He spat that last part with venom. “And I will not tolerate the insult of Lucifers entire court taking one of my own. ” I leaned around to him to look directly at Sebine. She glared back at me, a small smile playing on her face, and raised an eyebrow at me. “Sebine. ” I stretched the word out slowly, then wagged my finger at her. “Have you been telling lies, baby? ” She snarled, and ran towards me. Sera stepped in front of me, drawing her sword in one practiced motion. Satan roared at Sebine. Wow, really? His own daughter and he couldnt even spare, like, real words? I felt deeply sorry for her for a moment. Then an image of Seth screaming on the ground as that bitch ground her feet into his broken wing flitted across my mind. Yeah, nah, I was good then. Sebine pulled herself up with an obvious effort, and stood panting beside Satan. Sera sheathed her sword and stepped back into her place at my side, gazing expressionlessly at the two of them. “What is she talking about, Sebine? ” Satans voice was cold. Sebine shrugged, and shot a poisonous glare at me. “Answer me. ” He roared at her, and she cowered. I smothered the small flicker of pity I felt for her. “Father… Your Majesty…” I watched in satisfaction as she floundered for words. She turned her head away from him for a moment, to smirk at me. When she turned back, a single tear rolled down her face. Oh, that bitch was good. “Sebastian held me, while Sera cut me, Father. ” Satan started to fume. Kali smiled coldly. It occurred to me that she knew the full story. It was angels who had taught humans to lie, after all. I started to laugh. I couldnt help myself. Sera shifted nervously. I saw Satan draw a deep breath, and quickly raised my hand. “Sorry, sorry. ” I dragged myself under control. “Its just that… Well my friends always told me how lying was such an unattractive habit, a dirty human thing I guess. Now here we are, and Satans Queen is lying through her teeth, and his 2IC is lying by omission. You guys, I should have stayed in practice. ” I glanced around at my companions. Sebastian gave me a brittle, ironic smile. “Tell him the whole, story, baby. ” I spat the words coldly at Sebine. She stalked towards me, and I stepped to meet her. “He knows! ” She hissed at me. Yeah, what does he know, you slimy little cow? I caught her eyes with my own. “Tell Satan the whole truth about what happened with us, baby. ” She bared her teeth at me. I took a massive gamble. I glared at her intensely, gathered my thoughts, and let my newfound power ring out through my voice. “TELL HIM THE TRUTH! ” My voice rolled across the landscape, and Satans court staggered in surprise. Sebines face turned as pale as Chris had been earlier. She looked into my eyes, terrified, as she spoke loudly and clearly. “I went with them of my own free will, father. I helped them. I… I deserved this, because I hurt Seth. Badly. ” She snarled at me as the power of my compulsion wore off. I smiled benevolently, and turned to Satan, with my hands spread. “The issue seems to be resolved, your Majesty. ” I spoke cheerfully. He ignored me. Here. ” She whimpered slightly as she went to him. When she reached him, he backhanded her across the face, hard. She flew backwards. No one moved to help her up. He looked into my eyes, hatred obvious in those deep black pools. “Your Majesty. ” He spat the words. “It seems my court has betrayed me. ” They all flinched behind him. “Please convey to Lucifer that this was all a misunderstanding. What is it humans say? No harm, no foul? ” I smiled warmly. “Im sure that Lucifer will be glad to hear it. I certainly am. Just… one last thing, if you please, Your Majesty. ” He raised an eyebrow. “What? ” He snapped. I could hear Sera breathing harder beside me. I smiled warmly. “All I want is an apology. ” Everyone gasped. Lucas said quietly, “Mum…” in a warning tone. I held up my hand imperiously. “All I want, your Majesty, is an apology for our Second Lord. ” Satan flicked his eyes to Seth in confusion. “What do you want me to apologise to that traitorous dog for? ” He spoke derisively. “No! ” My voice snapped authoritatively. I was *this* close to losing my temper. I calmed myself with a struggle. “I would appreciate it, your Majesty, if you could extend my court the same courtesy we have yours. ” “ Your court? ” Shit. Had I said that? Bluff your way through, Katie. I stared at him levelly. Satan smirked at me, before saying, “Fine. What does your Second Lord require an apology from me for? ” I laughed gently. “Oh, no, your Majesty. Not from you. From her. ” I gestured nonchalantly at Sebine. Satans eyes widened in surprise, before he chuckled. “Youre impossible. You risk… everything… to try to extract an apology, for what? A little sibling tiff? Ridiculous. ” I cocked my head. “Respectfully, your Majesty, but no. I risk everything to ensure MY court receive the respect they are due. More importantly, I risk everything for my friends. Im told thats what makes me…. Remarkable. ” He nodded thoughtfully, giving me a measuring look. ” He snapped. She made her way over, clearly unwilling. “Yes? ” Her tone was sullen. Satan backhanded her again, never taking his eyes from mine. Fresh blood poured from her nose. She gasped, and tried again. “Yes, my Lord? ” “Better. Apologise to your brother. ” He barked at her. “Father! ” She squawked. “APOLOGISE! ” He roared. She stalked over to Seth, her eyes spitting fire. She stopped in front of him, so close that he had to bend his neck to look down at her shorter form. A small smile played on his lips. “I am sorry, brother dear. ” Her tone was anything but apologetic. He wrapped her in a bear hug, while she wriggled and squirmed, trying to get away. “Oh, thank you, thank you, sister dear! ” He exclaimed, holding her tight. He let her go and held her at arms length, then spoke coldly and expressionlessly. “Ill think of you when I fly around in circles. ” He shoved her back towards Satan, who laughed savagely as she stumbled. “Are we done here? ” His tone suggested that wed better be. I smiled warmly at him. “I believe so. ” He smiled coldly back at me, and gave me a sarcastic bow. “Oh, just one more thing. ” I said quickly. “Oh for fucks sake. ” Sera couldnt control herself this time. Satan glanced at her, before asking in a flat tone, “What. ” I looked past him to Sebines disheleved form. “Baby? ” I called in a singsong voice. “Oh baby? ” She spun to face me, hatred etched in every line of her face. I didnt give her a chance to speak. “If you decide to join us at the next Questioning, theres a place for you at our Court. As my handmaid. ” Satan roared with laughter, and shook his finger at me, before turning and sweeping his court before him, back towards his army. I turned to my companions, and indicated that we should leave. I leapt into the air, and they all followed wordlessly. We touched down near my- OUR- army. Lucas put Seth down quickly, and exclaimed, “Ugh. I need a shower. You two are gross. ” He waved his finger and me and Seth. “Danger pay. For the last time, I dont want to hear that stuff about my mum! ” Everyone laughed, and Lucas scowled around at us, before joining in. ”Uh, my Queen? ” Daniel diffidently asked for my attention. “Yes? ” I asked him with a smile. I stifled a yawn. Man, I was so tired. “Um, how did the talks go? ” “Oh! Of course! Im sorry! ” I turned to face the army. “Attention please! ” They stood up straighter, talk quietened, and they looked at me. I felt a little lost for words, to be honest. Thats not like me. Huh. I rose a few feet into the air. I told myself it was so everyone could see me, not because I was sick of everyone down here towering over me, and I wanted the confidence boost from being taller for once. “Luciferians! ” I exclaimed. “First, I want to thank you all for your service to me” oops- “and our King. Your loyalty has not gone unnoticed. As for the talks with Satan, we were successful. There will be no war. ” Cheers erupted, and they started to chant, “Hail Queen Katie! ” I was overwhelmed. Suddenly it occurred to me that there were many demons before me, and logic would suggest that they had friends and family on Satans side. Civil war obviously had not been a popular option. I filed that information away for later. I held my hands up for silence. “We will wait here until they have disbanded, just to make certain. They arrived first, they should leave first, no? ” Murmurs and nods of assent. “Ill leave you in Lord Chris capable hands, and take the remainder of the Court to relay the good news to our King. Thank you all again. ” Once again, the army cheered. Not gunna lie, it felt pretty good. I returned to the ground, and smiled at my friends. They looked at me thoughtfully. “You good with that, Chris? ” I asked, belatedly I guess. He rolled his eyes at me and nodded. “Shall we then, dear ones? ” Lucas picked up Seth again, and we all rose into the air and started winging our way back to Lucifers residence. As we landed outside, I rounded on my friends. “Now that were in private, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT SATAN IS GODS BROTHER? ” The temper that Id been working so hard to hold in spilled out, and I glared at everyone, hands on hips. “We, uh. ” Sera swallowed. “We didnt know, your Majesty. ” I glared hard at her and stepped closer, saying quietly and dangerously, “I told you not to call me that in private. ” Seth stepped between us, and held my arm without looking at me. “Thats enough, you need a nap, you cranky little bitch. ” Seras eyes widened, and suddenly I was deeply ashamed of myself. How had I let things get to a point to where one of my oldest friends was afraid of my reactions? I felt tears sting my eyes. “Fuck you, Seth. ” My heart wasnt in it. “Promises, promises. ” He quipped, and looked me in the eye. I burst into tears. Dammit. I sank to the ground, and let all the fears and frustrations of the past few days flow. Seth sat cross legged on the ground in front of me, and everyone else stood around awkwardly. I drew my knees up to my chest, wrapped my wings around myself, and cried and cried. “We might be here a while, guys. May as well get comfortable. ” Seths voice sounded like it came from far away. Eventually, I peeked out from between my wings, occasional sobs still wracking my body. “Im sorry, you guys. Im sorry. I never meant. ” I gulped. “Im sorry. ” I closed my wings and cried a bit more. “Does she do this often? ” Sera sounded alarmed. Lucas answered, “Ah, no. But then again Id never seen her lose her temper before Seth arrived. Or have a boyfriend. Its ah… its all new territory for me. ” He finished wryly. “Shell be fine. Just give her a minute. ” Seth said it gently. “Why is she crying? ” Sebastian sounded confused. “She got her way. ” Seth chuckled, before gently but forcefully pulling my wings apart and pulling me into his arms. I buried my head in his chest and cried harder. “Im not sure youve noticed, but our Queen tends to get a bit… one track minded about, well, everything. Then, when shes finished bulldozing her way through a situation, sometimes it occurs to her that perhaps shes been… less than pleasant to live with along the way. ” “Im a fucking bitch! ” I wailed. “Well thats not news! ” Sebastian exclaimed. I couldnt help but laugh through my tears, and managed to get myself under control. I pushed myself away from Seth and wiped my eyes. “Seriously guys, Im sorry for how I behaved to you. ” I looked guiltily around at everyone. To my surprise, they smiled affectionately back at me, even Sebastian. It was him that answered me. “We should know by now that… Well, your methods are absolutely confusing to us, but you always get your way, and most of the times that coincides with what we want too. ” “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because that sucked. ” I glared at him, then winked. “Come on. ” Lucas said, pulling me to my feet. “Lets go see if… Dad is awake. I cant wait to watch you tell him you seized control of his army. ” “You did what now? ” The sound of his voice, although alarmed, soothed a concern I hadnt allowed myself to consider. The smell of hot cinnamon donuts and rain after a hot day filled my nostrils. I launched myself into his arms, then held him at arms length and examined him. He didnt look great, but then again, he wasnt dead, so I decided it was a win. I patted his face condescendingly. “Dont you worry your pretty little head about it, Lucifer, my love. Everything is under control. I took control of your Court and your army and sorted everything out. Im the Queen of all Hell now, so you can take up a hobby. Maybe knitting? ” His eyes grew progressively wider, and by the end of my statement he was spluttering and looking around wildly. And you know what? Its good to be Queen, bitches.
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In the box we found a cooling unit containing what we assume to be genetic samples, though we were given four samples, two red, two black with silver specs. A dual species coming from a single world? Not unheard of but extremely rare. A smaller crate inside was opened and revealed a sculpture of some kind, presumably one of their important figures. A being clad in armor, carrying a shield on their left arm, a large blunt hammer in the other. Two arms, two legs, head, the rest of the figure was hidden under whatever the armor was, so we still have no idea what these people look like without the armor, but it was a good clue to their culture, Armor provides protection, and the shield? More defense. Hammer? A blunt instrument, used for building things, so these were a people who defended a built we surmised. Explains their massive ship. There was a computer device as well. Similar to our own computer tablets, though with far less processing power or storage space, sluggish controls, and seemingly no support for cerebral cybernetic uplinking, but perhaps thats what this “Wireless BlueTooth” system was? Speculation. We found a language database, twenty different languages. Two species, twenty languages? Thankfully one was ranked above the others, a dominant language but they havent subjugated the other languages before going out into space? Remarkable. A display of unity despite differences, so far these Gaians were shaping up to be respectable beings. Diverse and able to work through that for a common goal. Language was plugged into our translators and went to work, while that churned along I explored more of their culture, music was loaded onto their device and I decided to take a listen. It as well. Some of it aggressive, others lax. So far among the rather vast selection they provided, I find myself leaning towards this Jazz genre, perhaps I'll have more appreciation for the others when the translator can make the lyrics understandable. While this is going on the science folk are studying the genetic samples, grumbling that they didnt use stasis technology and simply threw it in something cold. Good thing blood didnt need to be warm to study. I reviewed the Liath Betas report of their encounter with the Gaian Imperium. The “Hammer and Shield of the people”. They responded to a barely understood distress beacon and defended a pointless world from what they viewed was a hostile aggressive it was. The Nymphilian fleet were wanting to prove themselves in the eyes of the Hierarchy that they could stand watch and chose a respectable target, right on the fringe of our borders where it would be difficult for us to respond in time. In fact it took my ship two days to arrive. So far everything was showing these Gaians as commendable beings. Hearty and enduring. Their ship withstood an impressive amount of firepower, Nymphilian ships are some of the hardest for them to be outgunned by kinetic weaponry? No wonder they refer to themselves as “The Hammer and shield” blunt objects, they brute force their way through they have no horns visible in the statue. Perhaps a hard head plate? Best not to speculate, dont want to unconsciously look upset when their perceived appearance doesnt match their actual one. We made formal vocal communication after some time, finding a suitable frequency their systems could handle that wasnt difficult for ours to understand. The first thing they said? “We, The people of Gaia, Come in peace. To protect the weak from their aggressors. And we really hope we arent on the wrong side of a war here. ” I explained the situation to them, a bit of conflict resulting in Liath Beta losses is how things function, and that they wouldnt be penalized for ‘Bloodying Nymphilian Noses as they put it. We assured them that everything was fine, it was how things went. A species gets uppity, does a display of strength, loses some people but in the end comes out stronger after a bruising. With that out of the way we set up a meeting to have them come onboard my vessel for proper introductions, get first impressions out of the way to report back to our higher ups so the leaders of our people could get together and hash out big picture details. Their shuttle came over, an odd looking thing. Shaped like a fat avian, angular and. a bit intimidating. Three people exited the shuttle, their representative and two guards. All clad head to toe in armor, though the representative had some kind of coat overtop of their armor. The guards with here posing, and they had something of tensity to them, something that tickled at my long forgotten instincts from behind their covered faces. Though eventually the representative removed their mask, revealing That straight forward gaze, those lips curled and fangs, yes fangs, barred at me. Then they bowed. “Admiral Elly Santos, coming aboard Hierarchy Diplomatic vessel. ” The documents I read said they display their front teeth with a curl of their lips as a greeting. It made no mention of fangs. Im fairly certain I had gulped loud enough for them to hear as they stood straight up again. “Ah, I must be intimidating. Being your size in height. ” I regained my composure and cleared my throat. “I apologize, culture shock, you must understand. We have never encountered. anything like you. ” I nervously chuckle. “I am First Contact Officer Endala Yulna, pleasure to meet you at last. ” A chuckle comes from Elly. “Oh boy, then you need to steel yourself, and your higher ups, cause there is a lot stranger folk back home than me. ” I stare at them, then, without knowing what else to do present my hand for their hand shake. At least that was common enough. They took my hand and shook it before nodding. “So, My superiors are days away still, I assume yours milarly, how do you wish to conduct this? ” I blink and simply motioned for them to follow. “Standard procedure. We meet, sit down, discuss with each other. We will make mistakes so the higher ups dont. ” I looked behind me at Elly, their guards were with them still. They moved, I was surprised to see them there as I didnt hear them following with us. Elly simply nodded in agreement to my statement. We reached the door to the meeting room I entered first and Elly followed behind, arms crossed behind their back. Their guards silently took positions outside the door and stayed there as it closed. I found myself staring at Ellys face. Something about it was. familiar, hauntingly so. Something in the back of my mind was. terrified of this being in front of me. Now I am a Gome, my species are on average a little more than a meter tall, most beings are much larger than us and intimidating. This not intimidating, they were ticking some deep fear inside of me. Something long forgotten. “Well, lets get settled in and trip over our feet and make mistakes where it doesnt matter, hmm? ” Elly stated the truth, and snapped me out of my stupor. I suppressed that new emotion of terror for the time being and focused on my duty. “So, your Imperium? There for your people are Gaians yes? ” Elly gave a nodding shrug. “Our collective people, yes. Individually though, I am a Human. Homo Sapien of Gaia. We nically two subspecies and one alien species living in the Imperium. ” I recalled now, four vials, one of each species? I wonder what the lab results would be. “Four different species? How did that come to be? The blood samples sent over two were different from the others, but they looked the same as each other. ” With a nod and chuckle from Elly they leaned back to get comfortable in the chair. Mercifully they had the same basic anatomy as most sentient beings. “For starters, we have been dealing with alien influence a while. ” I was about to ask questions before they chuckled. “Ill get to it eventually. Simply put a meteor crashed on Gaia during our. Unification war, a period in our history ill be happy to discuss later but for now lets address your first question. ” Oh so many questions I had already! But I let them continue. “Admittedly, this is speculation on how it arrived to earth, we werent able to track down the exact meteor, all we know is a meteor shower rained on Gaia, and a few months after that some of our vehicles were rangely. ” “ in motorized transportation? ” Elly nodded and continued. “As I said, the vehicles started Hulls became damp and cool, strange silver veins grew along the inside of the critical components. After a few weeks the vehicles became flooded with some kind of nanite fluid. ” Clearing their throat and seemingly thinking back on the details of the events. “So a handful of our single person motorcycles to heavily armored tanks were quarantined, studied, and taught. ” I simply blinked and stared. “You mean to tell me, a nanite virus infected your technology and made it sentient? ” Elly raised their hands up and shrugged their shoulders, this being translated as a vague ‘I know as much as you do at this point. Elly simply leaned forward and sighed. “I mean, you guys got vanced tech right? Surely you lot have heard of weirder stuff right? ” I simply shake my head. “How many firsts are you people going to bring to the Hierarchy? Youre already the first species whom on first contact managed to ward off a fleet of some of our best ships, and your ship is, according to you, not even an aggressive model. ” Elly simply grinned, I flinched a moment as my translator told me their face was one of pride. “Yeah, we made Columbus there tough, never know what you might find out in the black of space. ” Clearly a paranoid what about that smile bothers me so much? Elly simply shifted in their seat again. “So, We decided to call the virus the Dire Machine virus, or cause scientists are nerds at heart and love in jokes. From that we made steps to properly incorporate this new species into our growing society. We We werent at we were trying to peacefully conquer the globe. But Im rambling…” Clearing their throat again. “We incorporated these new beings into our ranks, things were Tensions between us, other nations worried about this ‘nanite plague infecting vehicles. The other nations as kind as we were in our studies of the Dire machines. And we obably more lax than we should have been teractions between people and the Dires…” Elly fidgets, a hint of embarrassment on their face. “And so we discovered that the nanite virus does affect organic given repeated exposure. And it manages to convert enough of an individual they grow an organic steel like material on their extremities, hands and feet mostly. And with that are capable no point beating around the bush, successful breeding between the two, resulting in what we refer to as Technomorphs. ” So the Gaian Imperium has. a race of living sentient machines with them. The idea of a subservient species isnt that foreign to the Hierarchy, quite a few races have been uplifted for that purpose. And robot helpers are, again, needed in many areas. How ever, Machine life? Sentient technology that they umbled across by chance? “You realize this is. extremely farfetched, yes? ” I asked Elly, staring at them while typing this down. “Well, considering we colonized our whole solar system, and went many empty solar systems with no signals, no signs of life, nothing. We picked up nothing on long range sensors, nothing at all until that distress signal. And we barely heard that. All we understood was “Help, In trouble” and came to assist. I say that should speak for who we are as a people, rather than what makes up our flesh and blood. ” I have to admit, a point. “Very well, and I take it are going to be part of the delegation meeting with the higher ups? ” Elly blinked with confusion and cleared their throat. “Ah, no. That would be is two humans, like myself, and one anthropomorphic being. ” I put on my best ‘I am waiting for you to explain face and Elly obliged. “Right, I mentioned the Dire Machine thing because it leads into how the Anthros eated. As I said, around the time of the Unification wars things aotic. We had this one organization, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. P. E. T. A. despite their name the opposite. During the chaos of our Imperium growing they creasingly hostile, becoming a terrorist organization even. And they got ahold of a D1R3 that the Americans were toying with to try and make super PETA decided to stuff it full of animal genetics and release it into the wild. All over. ” With a groan Ellys hands slide across their face. “Thankfully all they did was cause new born people to be born traits. Thats how it started anyway. Some child born in germany with fox ears and a tail. Months later another born in egypt with scales and a serpent tongue and nally a year after that the first fully anthropomorphic being, a cat, was born in switzerland. This was because PETA in way, wanted to bridge the gap between man and animal, to ‘humanize animals so people dont abuse them as they claimed. So, yeah, it worked? The Imperium simply shrugged and accepted them as people, as we had done with the Dire Machines. More people, more strength. Other so much, but Im rambling history again. ” I finished typing for a moment and focused on them. “So not only have your people survived a potentially dangerous nanite viral outbreak that could have crippled your infrastructure, you survived a potential schism in your species due to this nanite virus converting your you survived a bioweapon outbreak that was threatening to replace the dominant species with. a variety of other species? ” Im just staring at them, these people have gone through so much old are they as a species? How long ago has this happened? “On top of all that, I dont even know how long ago this was for your people. ” “ yeah when you put it like that it of amazing we survived all that. But it did come with a cost later on… would be something for the higher ups to discuss. I wont touch on that topic here. But …little more than half a millennium ago our time? Ever year is a rotation of Gaia around our for us the year thousand six hundred and seventy eight AD. Unification started around Two thousand and fifty six and all this happened over the course years during that time. ” I have no references for the revolution speed of their planet around their sun, but it cant vary that much from other life sustaining worlds. similar. Either way, it appears to have been a long time in their past from how they speak about it. And still their technology is this primitive? “That is. I am guessing here after all, a long time. How has your technology vanced? ” I heard a strange tone from Elly, my translator picking it up as ‘mock offense. “Why I never, we have advanced technologically a great deal since then! Gauss weaponry has been perfected, we have also perfected slip space travel AND terraforming of worlds! ” They responded to my statement of facts and responded with a joke, showing that what I said might be considered an insult. Something to note to the council. “Pardon, but compared to the technology is woefully out of date. No shield technology, still using kinetic projectile weaponry as your main offensive and defensive tools, and not to mention your portable computer technology. And dont even get me started on what ever insane method you use to travel, every species the Hierarchy has found or discovered used the same basic principles for faster than light space travel, it all produces the same energy signature no matter how they actually get the engines going. ” Elly grinned that prideful and terrifying smile again. “Slip space drives. Massive gravity well is created and we…curve space between the point where our ship is, and where our destination is. Near instant travel, but has a range limit. We had to jump three times before reaching this planet. ” The insanity of it all. The absolute insanity. “You…” I stammer. “ an artificially created gravity just…fly to where you need to be? That…” “Is the most awesome method of space travel. I know! Out of our best science fiction! ” I gasp. “Its insane! Dangerous! How do your people survive the intense gravity? ” “I tificial gravity dampeners on the ship. Plus a sturdy hull. Everything is designed to compensate for the travel. How does your FTL stuff work? ” With a groan I lean forward, stroking my horns with a sign. I have just been given a bombshell of a technological difference. “Ship mass is manipulated by the FTL drive and it is accelerated at a faster than light speed. The energy signature generated by such is. unmistakable, its how we find worlds to welcome to the Hierarchy because the method you described was deemed scientifically unsound, unsafe, and lethal to the occupants on board the vessel! ” Elly simply blinked. “Did you ever try it? ” Of all the questions. “No! The energy needed wasnt a problem, its just a matter of intense gravity, not to mention hazardous radiation from the energy sources needed is intensely lethal to all life. ” Elly nodded. “Yeah, nuclear fission is a bitch to deal with, still amazed Vodka helps. But those who do end up with cancer due to improper shielding of engine compartments are given the best care. Many make a full recovery. ” I did not just hear that. I refuse to believe what I just heard. “Your people are going to be given so many sanctions for endangerment of yourselves. ” Elly looks at me with obvious confusion. “You just said you have a nuclear fission engine for your ships, yes? I did hear that correctly despite my intense desire to wish I didnt. ” Elly simply nodded and I slump back in my chair. “That technology has been banned beginning of the Hierarchy. Elly simply nods, clearly making mental notes. “Well then. Give us the tech and we can see about refitting our ships with your superior methods. ” I let out a groan and mimic Ellys earlier action. Hands across my face in mild frustration. “…” I remembered something. “You managed to colonize an entire star system yes? And you have visited many since? How many colonies do you have, how many ships that you can sually offer to refit all of them with new tech? How can you afford that? ” That grin again. “Afford? As ” Oh I swear if this Imperium somehow is working off a tribal barter system instead of a monetary one I am going to retire immediately after this even in the middle of it. They are proving to be the very opposite of what I had seen! “Yes! Money, how do you people get anything done if you dont exchange currency for tasks and duties? Its what keeps people motivated and working. ” They laughed softly and simply stared down while doing so. “Oh, please forgive me, its we followed some rules of ours when we created the Imperium. The goal was to make a culture to unify our planet, be welcoming of all and do our best so they keep their culture while following our laws. We believed that for a civilization to, accepted into galactic society we would have to be of a certain society sophistication. Something resembling a Utopia, meaning no homeless, no people going hungry, the needs of life for even the lowest of our society would be provided for. ” “We have all those things, yes, but money is still used within cultures and between species to exchange for technology, information, all manner of things. ” A sigh escapes me as I type away. “You are a strange people. How do you motivate your people without money then? If all their needs are met, how do they not just laze about and do nothing? ” “Two reasons. One, our people can not be idle. Always mething. When given the freedom to choose what they want to do though. without the worry of not having a home, without the worry of ‘will I have enough money for food, they focus on their desires, goals, pursuits with intensity. ” A proud smile on Ellys face as I examine their words, what kind of people cant be idle? “Second. We have a hierarchy to our society. There are the Migrants and the Citizens. Now for needs, even most wants, are addressed. Migrants get group housing in apartment complexes, Citizens get their own homes. Migrants use public transportation, Citizens can own their own vehicle. Migrants can have certain quality of food, Citizens can get higher quality. Those that perform well can become a citizen, or earn a boon such as one of the benefits that citizens have. ” I simply nod my head. A caste system, crude but. effective. Work your way up society. Im still fixated on the need for activity. Most races in the Hierarchy have bursts of energy, but all of them can very easily become complacent and lazy and do anything. “That ceptable. But your lack of a monetary system will be. difficult to get over. ” A sigh escapes Elly as their head leans back before they lean forward again. “Precious metals, rare minerals. The universal currency is materials. Your people no doubt have a price for Gold, Iron, other such materials. We can offer these up in exchange for your currency from there. Internally we will never again adopt a monetary system. It and corruption in our people. And I feel bad for the people who become the treasurers… inquisitors will be keeping an eye on them. ” Elly shudders at the mention of quisitors. “And these Inquisitors internal police force I presume? ” The word translated to range. Seeker of Truth. Elly nodded. “They were the founding of the Terran Imperium. The first stage of our Imperium when we set out to conquer all of Gaia…” A proud lancholy expression Ellys face. “They were made by Maritrixis, a strange alien whom our founders discovered out in the desert. Some forgotten nazi scientist lab trying to uncover the secrets of her people. She aided the founders of our Imperium, gifted them the only technology she had to created the Inquisition. No one but the Inquisition knows how the Inquisitors are made. But they mething else. Unyielding. Incorruptible seekers of truth. ” I simply scoff. “Incorruptible? Anyone can be tempted, swayed somehow, to go against their for a brief moment. A look the other way over some trivial matter. Elly stared at me with an intensity that made me want to curl in on myself. “ Not the inquisitors. I dont know how they do it, but in the entire history of our Imperium not a one has ever turned against the imperium or its ideals, they would sooner die. Itmething in how they are are chosen, those who show devotion to the Imperial ideals are taken, trained survive and become Inquisitors. ” I managed to regain myself after their moment tense passion. “And these people to police you? Tell you what to do? ” Elly groans. “They dont do that, they make sure the politicians dont get power hungry or try to change things that would bring about the collapse of the imperium, or corrupt it from within. ” Clearing their throat. “We are the Hammer and Shield. Because we are Strong. The Strong protect the Weak. And We are the Hammer and Shield. ” A matra of some kind, the Gaian peoples creed it would seem. An admirable statement. “Still quisitors, surely they have some oversight. Someone they report to? They cant an elected… your leaders are elected yes? ” Elly chuckled and nodded. “Yes, we elect our leaders and yes they can remove and elected official from office by extreme force if needed. So far in our entire history that happened. How ever governors of colonies and the like have gotten uppity, they were mercifully removed from office by the people, a vote of no then quietly taken away by Inquisitors to make sure their ideals had not spread to others. ” That was a scary thought. “ was Maritrixis? You said an alien that aided your people? Its not uncommon for worlds to have ran into a lone being from another world but for them to have aided you in such a way rious. ” A potentially unknown race aided in ‘uplifting these people and left these Inquisitors behind to keep them in check. This has ‘Moltok incident all over Liath are probably behind this. Elly smiles, Ill never get over that threat display display of happiness and as a people. “She alien. Eight foot tall, pale white skin, solid ebony eyes, no have some historical recordings of her I can share with you, but just imagine me but much taller, much paler, and my eyes all black. ” Elly smiled again just as I envisioned what she said. That is why she terrified me., Prometheans were long dead at worse, myth at best! I must be not remembering correctly, ill have to examine these records of Ellys. For now, on with the meeting. “And she just did this out of kindness of her heart? She practically uplifted your people from the sound of things. Without her you probably would have collapsed and never made it where you are now. ” With a nod of agreement Elly resumed speaking. “That is very much true. She gave us the matter conversion technology, and the inquisitors to police the founders set the ideals the inquisitors would ensure. The strong protect the weak, never oppress. We will always seek peaceful resolution to societal conflicts, never seek active if such cannot be achieved we will hold no punches should it come to war. ” A chuckle escaped Elly. “The Imperator said it best. “War is what happens when civilizations fail. If it comes to war, civilization will not hinder or impact War. We can and will beat you into submission. We will leave you scarred after the conflict in such ways you never consider war again. And always live in fear of having to do it again. Always hoping, praying, we never again have to unleash that horror upon others or ourselves. ” I she passed on peacefully. ” I have so many questions. Address in chronological order. “Excuse me, Matter conversion technology? That is a wholly unstable and dangerous technology. Breaking down materials into raw atoms and reconstructing them as something else requires…” And then it hits me. Their nuclear wonder they love it so much, THAT much power, unstable as it may be, would allow them to power such a dangerous technology. “Never mind, youve told me about your fission still for it to create a stable math just isnt there yet. And this alien you the technology? ” “The base materials still have to milar. And we still have to have a blueprint of the end result material. The problem will be a copy of the blueprint. So say we took dirt and made it into sand. We have a few hundred variations of sand, but there are billions of variations of dirt is converted only into that few hundred variations. Kinda oning matter almost. And, energy limitations as can only make so much of a resource a day, and we still have to consume enough other raw matter to compensate. ” Elly clears their throat and leans forward. “Does trading a thousand kilograms of lead for a hundred kilograms of gold sound like a fair trade? ” I shake my head, so the technology has conversion limits, and they still require mining. “So what good does this technology do you then? ” I inquired with a growing curiosity. Elly simply chuckled. “Feeds us. The basic needs of life to replicate. Grain to feed our farm animals, raw materials to build housing and roads. Its fantastic for recycling. ” a good point. Any waste materials could be broken down and remade into something similar, but useful. And these people have it little with it. But I have done much. Their people dont starve without the need of firm coaxing to work. I returned to an unanswered question “ Maritrixis, you never did say why she helped your people. ” Ellys face flushed red. “Ah, right, I rambled, forgive me, nostalgia for history, a personal weakness. She helped us were her children. ” No, no, no. Do not say what I think youre going to say next, please… “She said her people seeded our world with life, millenia ago. And that her Their hubris brought about their end. Greed, paranoia, cruelty. We had inherited that from her yet the founders presented her That her children, the legacy of her people, need not suffer the faults of the parents. And so when they asked for her aid in building a new questioned them. Endlessly, tirelessly. ” Elly shrugs her shoulders. “Records from that time colored, written after the events. Suffice to say they impressed her with their tenants, with who they were as their reluctance to accept her gift. “The founders the conversion be purposefully reduced? It was capable of direct energy to matter conversions, but the efficiency was massively reduced to the point we have to use half a dyson sphere just to make a few thousand kilograms of t matter what kind of material we make, but it requires an obscene amount of power. The white death, the plague bearers, the great Deathworlder cant be coincidence. The description while vague similar. Seeders of planets, matter conversion technology. They were a horror story, great beings who wiped worlds clean of life and replaced it with their own. Beings who had the technology to create worlds from nothing. The great architects of the galaxy that burned themselves into non existence with their unspeakable weaponry that they unleashed on themselves in envy of each other. And Im sitting in a meeting room with one of their. possibly only remaining creations. council must be made aware of this. present the information as I have it here. They will hopefully come to the same conclusion as find something I missed and it will have all just been my imagination from stress. I very much hope for the latter. “You alright over there? You look like youre having an existential crisis. ” I snap out of my own mind and chuckle nervously. “Ah, kinda. You are a strange technology is something that the Hierarch-” Im cut off by Elly abruptly. “No. Non negotiable. As per Imperial Doctrine the MCT will remain forever under direct Imperial control due to its hazardous nature and ability to decimate civilizations not ready to receive it. ” should have been expected but that was tensely spoken. Imperial Doctrine? “I can understand, but the council that as leverage to sanction your people rather. harshly. ” “Let me and informal for a moment. ” Elly adjusted their coat over their armored suit. “We wish for peaceful interactions with your Hierarchy. That is all. We will not be ruled by you, because you can not rule are beyond your borders. At most we will request explorers be allowed to traverse your that we will request and require little of your Hierarchy. We have survived just fine without you until now, we will continue to do so. ” Elly stands up, I'm reminded of I am compared to them. “We will not be politically bullied into releasing a potential plague upon your people. And should your bosses view that as a threat…” Oh that I fear that smile on Ellys face. “Remind them that one of our explorer ships, not even a war ship, stood its ground against ten of your best ships. We mine entire worlds by cracking them into chunks and breaking them down in the void of space. ” Elly lets out a sigh that melancholy expression on their face again. “ let us go about in peace. We do not wish for war, but if comes to, you seem to have a fear of nuclear power. We on the other hand love thats not even the worst of our weaponry. ” Nuclear weaponry? The Imperium has Nuclear Weaponry? Its bad enough they are using it for powering their ships, but as a weapon of war? And. I then realized I was cowering in my chair. “I believe ncludes any potential slip ups for our higher ups to avoid, yes? ” I am mentally drained from all of this. These psychotic people that may very well be the inheritors of the Promethean legacy. “Uh, yes, please. I will advise my higher ups as best they can to into the same pitfalls I did. ” With that Elly nodded and bowed, their hand over their chest. “And I shall do the same. ” iendly smile unnerves me. More so now than it did cause I understand why it unnerves me. We have record of the Prometheans. The only reason we know anything at all many different species with similar stories. Tales of powerful beings visiting their worlds, watching them, white skin, eyes of the void, predatory that. smile of theirs. Those world under the Hierarchy has an instinctual response of terror when exposed to an image of an entity of that design. Now most species have instinctual responses to stimuli, some salivate at the smell of certain leaves or burning of wood, others at the sight of the food itself rather than the smell. Occasionally two species share similar stimuli from the same source. But for hundreds of species to all share this instinctual response to these beings? To have similar stories of these predators from the stars? Its theorized the Prometheans seeded all life in the galaxy and as such left their mark, this instinctual fear of them, in every sentient what purpose? Speculation leads why would anything want to be feared? To subjugate, dominate uncontested. And beings No trace of them is seen. No ruins, have been discovered, nothing showing they existed at all, its all just. speculation. Theories. As such its treated as fiction. I am distrubed by a ping on my system. The information from Elly had arrived. Historical documents to pour over, cultural customs, things like that to go over with a fine tooth comb. And to of this Maritrixis. I am not so proud as to admit I became paralyzed. I stared at the image., staring into me from the ancient still image. I arently stopped breathing as well, as my head soon started pounding from lack of air and I breathed and snapped out of my stupor. I flagged the images with a warning and simply moved the information onto someone else. I. I am retiring.
Love the videos. 2-2 Batras 😇😇🤣😂. L 27appel de la for c3 aat watch full length performance. L'appel de la forêt Watch Full length. As a criminal psychologist I've heard it all. Virtually any outrageous reason you can think of for why someone committed the crime they did, I've heard. Now, when I say I believe someone who told a preposterous story, it's because I do believe that is the reason they did it. Do to whatever mental illness they might suffer from, there's times I believe them when they say a leprechaun told them to kill their neighbor. Obviously I don't believe an actual leprechaun manifested itself to this person and that they actually only did what they did because they are crazy, but in my line of work you have to talk to the person as if what they were hallucinating about actually happened. This case was different though. I think I believe his story and not because he thinks that's what happened, but because I've had a feeling for a long time he was not suffering from any mental affliction and might actually have been telling the truth. I'm going to post the transcript from my interview with him here on nosleep, there will of course be some redacted information, names were changed, and I've cut out a lot of my trivial interjections in the interest of flow and pacing. Any interjection from me will be in (parenthesis) and it will otherwise be told from his first person perspective. I'll leave it up to you all to decide if he's crazy. A little about him before we start. He was a PhD educated professor of biology, anatomy and pathology and serves as the chairman of the Biology Department at the local university. He had no personal or familial history of any kind of mental illness. Please introduce yourself and why you are here) My name is Michael and I shot my friends Dave and Gary right outside our personal science lab at the docks near Marina. Start from the beginning) It all started a few days ago when the school year concluded, we were taking our annual camping trip to celebrate the end of exams. It was me, Dave, Gary, and John, all fellow biology department professors. We go to Provincial Park in Canada every year. We spend a few days at a campground and then we go to a deep woods wilderness camp site that we have to use our canoes to get to. That is our favorite part, the deep woods, there's never anybody there and we're all alone. The vacation went well at first. Once we found a nice site in the back woods that started off great too. I'm SCUBA certified and we had never been to this part of Lake before, we were more backwoods than we'd ever been. I was eager to dive here. How's the visibility, most lakes I've heard like this the visibility isn't great or there's nothing to see) True there's not much to see. It's the same kind of fish you can see in a city park pond, but there's something about diving in a body of water few people ever touch. It's mostly unsullied by people's garbage and whatnot. Tell me what you saw down there) I didn't dive until our second day. It was very uneventful but part of the enjoyment for me, like I said, was being 30 feet down and not seeing any trash or anything man-made at all. I went out further towards the center of the lake. Visibility was low so I didn't see it right away, it kind of crept up on me. At first I thought it was a small propeller plane or something but I quickly realized it was too big. It was irregularly shaped for sure and had a large shaft toward what I figured was the rear of the craft protruding upwards that had a small "fin" at the top. The fin was probably about 15 feet or so below water level. I swam to what I thought was the front of the craft and saw a rounded area sitting atop the otherwise pointed bow. It had a little window that I thought must be the cockpit, the glass was broken and it was impossible to see anything inside. I quickly came to the conclusion based on the design of this vessel it did not appear to be any man-made craft of any kind that I had ever seen or heard of and that I was potentially looking at a UFO. I reserved full judgment on whether or not this was a UFO until I got a second opinion. John was also a diver and had brought a tank. I would have him go down with me to investigate further. I really shouldn't have been diving by myself anyway. John was immediately intrigued when I told him I had found an aircraft at the bottom of the lake and it didn't look like anything I'd ever seen before. He was ready to go in minutes. We took a canoe out to where I thought it was to save air and we went down. We found it relatively quickly. He did as thorough a swim-around as I did. Seeing it again it was kind of shaped like a large arrowhead. Look up an F-117 Nighthawk, that's kind of what it looked like though it looked much more. alien' in design. It wasn't flat underneath, it had a bulkier cargo area or something below. John found a large opening in the hull underneath what appeared to be the left wing of the craft. He was ready to enter but I stopped him. My air was too low and it was getting dark. I motioned for him to meet me at the surface so we swam back up. I told him I needed to switch to my other tank, each of us had brought two tanks, if there was any chance of us entering the craft. I also told him it would be much better to wait until morning. We spent that night telling Gary and Dave what we had seen. Gary immediately became paranoid, he was of the mind since we even knew this craft existed that we were in danger from the Government. If we swam into the aircraft and actually found an ET (the pilot) we were as good as dead. We eventually decided we were indeed going in. We toyed with Gary saying the pilot was probably long gone. He swam out the back, assimilated into human form and probably replaced, and is now living as, the Queen of England. We eventually went to bed but I hardly slept at all. I don't think John did either. The next morning John and I went down again. We approached the hull breach, it was more than large enough for us to fit in one at a time. It's important to note the exterior of the aircraft was metallic but it was difficult to say what material. What I found interesting is that the outer hull was completely free of aquatic fungus or algae or even rust, anything that would indicate it had been there a while. This led me to believe this may have been a recent crash and that made me nervous. We secured a rope near the outside of the craft so we could follow it to find our way out if we got turned around at all. Once we got inside the interior told a different story. The inside was very dilapidated, nowhere near the almost pristine nature of the outer hull. Judging from the aquatic plant life and algae that we could see growing and the amount of fish that had settled and were darting out of every crevice we swam by it appeared this vessel had been down here for some time. We appeared to be in some sort of cargo area. There was an open doorway near the back we looked in and it appeared to be an engine room. We examined what we believed to be the engine but rubble and pillars had fallen and it blocked our access to the greater part of the area. We proceeded down a narrow corridor towards the bow. We swam right and we came to a ladder. This ladder went up a few feet and we saw what appeared to be a hatch that was closed. We swam up to it and examined it. We pushed on it first to no avail and searched around the area until I saw what appeared to be a lever off to the side. I motioned to John and he motioned for me to pull it. I did so and we heard something near the hatch mechanically release, which also released a large amount of air bubbles into the water, but the hatch remained closed. We puzzled over it for a few seconds before John pulled out his diving knife. He attempted to slide it into one of the edges on the right side of the hatch and was able to penetrate a few inches. He worked it for a few minutes and the hatched inched open slightly before the blade snapped. It had opened just enough for us to get our fingers in so we tried pushing and pulling. There was much resistance but with our combined efforts the hatch slowly began to open. We swam up into what could only have been the cockpit. I saw the broken window I had seen from the outside. John swam ahead and around what appeared to be a large chair, probably for the pilot. I heard him let out a muffled cry of extreme surprise and he swam back towards me faster than I had ever seen him swim. His mouthpiece had fallen out of his mouth and he had to put it back in. His eyes were wild. He pointed to the chair and he made back and forth motions with his hands like he was turning a steering wheel. I was slightly confused but then he pretended he was using a joystick and made muffled sounds with his mouth. I realized he was pretending to fly a plane and the sounds he was making were supposed to be the machine guns. I then realized he was trying to tell me the pilot was still sitting in his chair. I motioned for him to calm down. I was afraid as well but I knew I needed to see this. I motioned to him that I was going to go and look for myself. I motioned for him to stay but he shook his head. I then proceeded to swim slowly around the chair and he followed behind me. Any doubt that this was a UFO was then extinguished. The being sitting in the chair was humanoid but definitely not human. Its head was about 20% larger than a humans I'd say and it was probably about 4 feet tall. Its arms were floating lifelessly in the water and were disproportionately long. I took note immediately about how there appeared to be no rot or skin breakdown on this being despite the length of the time the cargo area indicated this craft had been underwater. I knew John and I needed to actually speak so I motioned for us to retreat. We returned to the surface and discussed our options. After the initial 'holy shits' and 'what the fucks. we discussed our next options. The first was to simply leave and not tell anybody, including Gary and Dave, what we had seen. We knew we'd never be able to keep that secret so that was out. We discussed a few more options before I realized what we needed to do. Or I should say, what I badly wanted to do. I told John we needed to get it back to our lab we had at the docks and perform an autopsy. He looked at me like I was a complete idiot. He asked how the actual fuck we were supposed to get it back to the states. I told him my plan and he said it might just work. We then retrieved the body carefully and loaded it into the canoe. I rowed back to shore while John swam, I don't think he wanted to sit in the boat with the body. Unsurprisingly, Gary and Dave absolutely flipped their shit when we got back. I told them we were leaving right now, going back to the car and driving straight home. They were confused at first but then John told them what was down there was not only a UFO but the pilot was in the canoe. Gary turned white as a ghost when he saw it and Dave was intrigued. I then laid out my plan. We drove an oversize cargo van. There was on bench seat in the back that sat about a foot off the floor so you could put crap underneath it. My plan was to leave the body in the canoe, pack it with ice and cover it up, then put the canoe in the back with us instead of on the roof. It would just fit since the front end would be able to fit underneath the bench seat in the back. We then drive straight to our lab. What kind of lab is this, you just have your own lab. We use it for ourselves. It's rented space in one of the warehouses. We mostly use it to set up lab assignments for students or test new assignments we think of to make sure they are actually a viable assignment. Ok. Please continue) Gary freaks out and almost loses it. He says if we get 'randomly' searched when crossing the border back into the states they'll find the body and we're all as good as black bagged. Dave tells him that as long as everyone shuts the fuck up and only the driver talks we'll be fine. We all argued for about 20 minutes about it before it was settled: we were taking this body back to our lab. We got everything packed up and ended up leaving some things we could replace later since we were in such a hurry. It was a three hour drive, but only one hour to the border. We just had to get across. I would be the driver and would do all the talking. Gary was a nervous wreck as we watched cars seemingly at random get beckoned over to a separate drive area to be inspected. He held it together somehow. We crossed over without incident. Gary about had a mental breakdown as we pulled away from the station and were home free. We changed the ice several times but otherwise the canoe cooler held up. I drove slightly below the speed limit since we certainly didn't need to get pulled over. We got to our lab at about 2:30 in the afternoon. We smuggled the cadaver into our lab and set it up on the table. We locked all the doors and made sure the windows were drawn as well. I realized at this time we were at a point of no return. We were about to perform an unauthorized autopsy on an alien lifeform. We had no idea how we were supposed to publish our results or what we were supposed to do when we concluded. We were all likely to get black bagged if this was something the Government wanted to keep secret but we had come this far and there was no way we were going to stop now. We video recorded the entire thing. My initial examination revealed the ET did not have a sternum similar to humans. It had two large sternum-like bones on the left and right sides of its chest but its center was soft, making it an easy choice for a first incision. We cut deep in order to open it up. It was fascinating. It appeared to have all the same internal organs as we do, just in different spots of course. It was hard to tell what was what aside from the lungs. We concluded they must be the lungs because they were filled with water, initially indicating the cause of death was drowning. There did not appear to be any trauma anywhere else on the ET's body so we also concluded it may not have actually crashed as initially thought. While we had it opened we labeled all the organs we thought we could. Whether or not it was actually correct we obviously had no idea, but for the sake of completion we assigned everything and came to the conclusion the ET had a heart, liver, lungs, kidneys and possibly a spleen. We then moved to its head. Its brain was similar to humans in that it looked similar and as far as we could tell consisted of several different lobes, though the main difference was that it appeared to be triangular in shape, as if it were a pyramid sitting within its skull. There was also a small, unknown gland situated near the base of the brain itself. We had initially deduced the brain stem was already accounted for, so what this other gland was we had no idea. It was at this point in the procedure that Dave stated the gland was 'beating. I asked how that could possibly be since this creature was clearly dead but upon inspection myself I too noticed it did appear to be beating, very slowly. I placed my hand softly upon the gland and felt it pulse. I noticed immediately a silvery, metallic-looking bodily fluid of some kind on my glove that this gland appeared to be secreting. Not only did it appear to be still pumping this substance through the body somehow, it also secreted it into the cavernous spaces of the skull and down its spinal column. Using a syringe I pierced the gland and was able to aspirate a significant amount of the fluid. It was a silvery liquid that looked similar to mercury but lacked the shine. It was a very dull silver in color. I placed it into a vial for further research. Was it its blood. I don't know. I don't believe it was simply because the next day we found out what it did. What was that. We spent all day theorizing over our findings. We spent the night at the lab and didn't call our families. We weren't due back for a few days anyway. We woke up the next morning to a shocking finding on the cadaver: the incision I had made in its chest was in an advanced state of healing. We didn't equate this substance to this healing until after we discussed how an incision so large as to open the entire front of the torso could possibly look this healed in a little over 18 hours. We deduced the mystery gland with the mysterious substance was the only thing still functioning on this cadaver somehow despite its deceased status. We decided we needed to test this hypothesis. I could talk for days about our experiments so I'm going to have to break it down to the most important parts. We decided to inject this substance into lab mice to see how they reacted. The first three mice we injected appeared to die but they didn't actually perish. Clinically they appeared dead, meaning the fluid was incompatible to the point of causing death in the subject, but after declaring them dead they were found to be active again after a short time, though they seemed almost rabid. They viciously attacked the other mouse in the pen and killed it immediately and appeared to begin to cannibalize its corpse. I want to take this time to interrupt the transcript to say I have never heard anything this thought out, intricate, and scientific in my entire career. I am absolutely hooked at this time and despite it being an appropriate time to break, I don't> "We then attempted to terminate the rabid mice using an injectable toxin. We have euthanized many mice using this method and this is the first time it did not have any effect on any of the three of them. I then doubled the dose and injected them again. They should have been dead in less than a minute but they remained as active as before. Dave took over at this point. He took the tongs that we used to hold them in place and proceeded to pierce their skulls with the syringe. This method effectively resulted in their deaths. John then suggested we inject a few more mice but keep them all separate. I agreed and proceeded to inject three more mice with the fluid. It was at this time we decided to test our hypothesis that this substance was providing the cadaver a healing property despite it being dead by removing the gland. We extracted more of the silvery fluid since we feared removal of the gland would result in loss of the fluid production itself. After the gland was removed a large incision was made to test our hypothesis. After nearly 8 hours the incision had not healed at all, thus proving our hypothesis: whatever this fluid was, it had a tremendous healing effect on this ET's body. That must have been why there was no trauma on the body from the crash, it had been healed. We also theorized that this substance could not actually bring the ET back to life should it perish, as it appeared to have drowned and died. I'm getting ahead of myself. Shortly after euthanizing the lab mice we performed an autopsy on one of them. Though they had been dead only about 15 minutes its internal organs told a different story. Atrophy and shrinkage of the internal organs indicated the mouse had been deceased for several hours. Knowing this could not possibly be we examined its brain, where a large concentration of the silver fluid had accumulated. We had no explanation for this and after lots of conjecture we hypothesized that with the amount of this fluid located in the brain of this mouse that it somehow retained its healing property and despite the apparent toxicity of this substance it somehow kept the mouse's brain active, though on a very primitive level, while it caused the rest of the body to waste away as if it had expired. We felt this was an appropriate hypothesis given the toxin we used had no effect on the mouse and only after we pierced its brain did it finally expire. We then did an autopsy on the other two mice which produced identical results. What happened with the other set of mice. This is kind of the beginning of the end. Two of the mice proceeded exactly as the first three had, they appeared to die only they did not and became rabid, immediately attempting to attack our fingers when we pressed them up to the glass. The third mouse however exhibited something else entirely. Long after the other two had gone rabid this mouse appeared to be completely unaffected by the injection of this fluid. We knew we had to be very careful with this mouse in how we proceeded, as it was not exhibiting symptoms of toxicity from this fluid we needed to ascertain whether or not this mouse's body had accepted the fluid and was now capable of regenerating from physical injury or if it was simply carrying this fluid in its body. Carrying as in the medical sense with disease. Correct. This mouse could simply be immune to the toxicity or incompatibility and not be able to regenerate from injury, it just carries this fluid in its body. Unfortunately John got ahead of himself. Seeing the mouse appeared to be perfectly fine he picked it up. It bit him hard enough to pierce his glove on his left thumb. He dropped the mouse and it scampered away. Gary and Dave immediately tore the place apart looking for it as did I while John began scrubbing and decontamination. We were not able to find it, we had lost our only successful specimen. We advised John to go to the hospital immediately but he declined. It was his fault we lost the mouse and he was determined to continue searching for it. We should have insisted harder than we did that he go. We never found the mouse. We spent most of that day in conjecture and hypothesizing our findings. By the evening we were still going over notes and making journal entries. At about 6:30pm John had an uncontrollable coughing fit. He looked pale and diaphoretic and we knew it was because of the mouse biting him. His thumb also looked disgusting. We were all biologists, we should have known to stop what we were doing and take him in right away, but we just couldn't peel ourselves away from what we were doing. Gary volunteered to take him to the local ER while Dave and I stayed behind. I never saw John again. While we were alone Dave mentioned we needed to test the fluid on something other than a mouse. It was at this point I realized we had all gone too far. We should have just left the crash site alone and certainly shouldn't have entered it. Dave was starting to become fanatical, bordering on unethical. He started to offer picking up a stray dog or cat and when he mentioned a homeless person it was at that point I knew we were all in serious trouble. I told him there is no way any of us could possibly partake in something so unethical. He reiterated the fact that somehow we needed a human test. Maybe it was just something with the mice, if a human host accepted this fluid it could potentially be synthesized to create the most powerful healing agent known to man. Sickness and disease could be eradicated if it worked. I repeated to him 'if it worked. We would be responsible for the death of a human being if it didn't. It would absolutely be murder. After a few minute or so I realized we did have a human test: John. I told Dave just look at John, he's showing the same symptoms of decline the mice did. He then told me that can't be considered a true test. The mouse couldn't possibly have passed on the mystery fluid through a small, simple bite. A full injection needed to occur. I began to realize with John's condition that this fluid appeared to be acting like a true disease. If it were to be able to be transferred via a bite and then cause a rabid insanity in anyone who was incompatible we could be looking at a major outbreak. I felt like I needed to call the hospital to warn them. Did you. I didn't get the chance. Gary came back at that point and said John appeared to look even worse after only 20 minutes in the car. I informed in what I had talked to Dave about and he immediately concurred we needed to stop what we were doing. We went back to the lounge room we have, we rented out several other small offices in addition to the area we use for our lab, and found Dave was missing. Fearing the worst we immediately went back to the lab and found him with a tourniquet on his left him, he was injecting the silver fluid into his arm. Gary asked him ' what the hell did you do. and I had some choice questions myself. Knowing he had just signed his own death certificate I knew we needed to involve the police at that point. I was not optimistic that his body was going to accept the fluid as the mouse's had. We discussed our options at that point. I reiterated my theory on how this fluid acted almost like a virus. All but one of the mice had succumbed to the incompatibility and eventually went insane. It was my theory that one of two things occurred in the mouse that did not: either for reasons unknown the mouse accepted the fluid and was now a 'super mouse. or the mouse was simply acting as a carrier, meaning its body was unaffected by the fluid and it was simply carrying it. Either case it would still be capable of transmission via bite. Gary was a virologist and he mentioned one other thing. Some viruses cause mutations of the host genome. Nothing like you see in the movies where they turn into hulking monsters, but we had to consider two things: This wasn't actually a virus, it just appeared to act like one, and if this fluid did cause a mutation there's no telling what that would mean. You shot him so obviously he went bad, and I'm guessing you wouldn't have mentioned this mutation thing if that's not what happened) That's what happened. I guess we'll just skip to the main event, I could ramble on about theory and our scientific shenanigans all night. We didn't get much sleep that night on account of Dave. We drew some blood and did an analysis and his blood was loaded with some sort of antigen, no doubt a product of the introduction of that fluid. It seemed liked it was rewriting his genome somehow. By midnight he was noticeably taller, as if his growth plate had been reopened by this antigen. This did not happen in the mice, so this was intriguing. But he was also declining visibly. He was pale, his color was leaving him and he was diaphoretic. His decline was much slower than the mice and John as well. We'd virtually forgotten about John by that point. We had old hospital restraints in our equipment room, Dave said we should tie him down. He said he was starting to lose it, he looked like hell, like death. And he was huge, he was Arnold Schwarzenegger and getting bigger. His left hand was starting to contort and deform into this horrid claw. It was far too late to take him to the hospital at that point so I knew we were screwed. We tied him down, claw and everything, though I didn't think that was going to matter. It didn't. Gary and I fell asleep like idiots. I woke up and it was about 6:15 in the morning. I nudged Gary telling him to wake the fuck up and we checked on Dave. He was dead. I instantly got a tremendous feeling of dread. How long had he been dead? Was he actually dead? He could reanimate any second. Did he. Yes. Gary was examining the body and he was way too close. I told him to back up but it was too late. Dave reached over faster than I'd seen anyone ever move and had Gary by the throat. He snapped the restraints we had him in as if he was tied down with toilet paper. He then bit a huge chunk out of Gary's shoulder and then broke his neck. Pretty sure that was just on accident though on account of his new strength. I ran for it as he threw Gary away. Dave stood up and had to be about 6'5, he was 5'10 or so previously. I went to the lounge, we had a. 45 hidden there. Just in case, there were nights we were there late. The Docks can gather its shady characters at night. Anyway, I had the lights off and I was hiding behind the desk. I could hear Dave's heavy footsteps outside. His respirations were like a chainsaw, I knew he was looking for me. The door to the lounge opened and I heard heavy footsteps enter the room. I'm shaking uncontrollably as I hear him stop. I ask myself have his senses heightened? Can he hear me or even smell me. I hear a few more steps and suddenly the desk lifts up into the air like it weighs nothing and Dave's claw is holding it up with just the one arm. His clothing was torn and tattered and his skin looked like it was rotting off. I don't know if he was startled or what but what I did next was straight out of a ridiculous kid's movie: as he stood there holding the desk up I simply crawled between his legs out behind him and ran for it. I heard the desk smash into the wall behind me like he had thrown it. I made for the door outside but then I realized something: I have to stop Dave here and now, if he gets out how many people is he going to kill and then infect. I went back towards our lab. I had seven shots, I would get as close as I could and put all seven in his head, head trauma is what finally stopped the mice. I slowly entered the lab just in time to see Dave wind up and punch a hole through the wall, after which he stepped out into the sunlight and into the marina. I followed as fast as I could. The early birds were all out on the docks and the marina getting their boats ready, ripe for the picking. I hollered DAVE as loud as I could as I ran up to him. He spun around with a growl that would make a lion jealous. This caught everyone's attention of course and they all turned to see me run up to him and put two in his face. He stumbled and swayed before falling back. I then put three more in his head and it pretty much exploded. The shrieks of bystanders filled the area as everyone scattered. Running on pure adrenaline and nearly insane myself, I ran back into the lab. Gary had been bit, he needed one in his head too. As I got back into the lab I saw Gary start standing up again, he turned fast. I put two in his head as well. No sooner did I drop the gun in pure shock that I heard rushing footsteps behind me followed by ' get on the ground now. and here we are. End of transcript>. So let me tell you why I think I believe him. I asked him about the crime scene and if anyone saw Dave as a creature and he had no idea. He had no idea what became of the lab and all their research either nor did he know anything about John. He was very educated but he also had street smarts, he told me at that point that any day now once it came out what had happened the Government would be stepping in and he'd be black bagged. He was right. A couple days later I was approached at the station by men in suits, FBI for sure, and they told me my services were no longer required in this case and I was to turn over all materials related to it. I turned over the tape but I had already saved it elsewhere so I wasn't to pissed about it. I asked the arresting officer and detectives assigned and they told me they too had been reassigned and that the case was being handled "externally. I decided to do some investigating of my own. First thing I checked was their lab in one of the warehouses at the docks. This was at least a week after the event and I could still see men in hazmat suits entering and exiting the warehouse, which seemed to be completely closed off, not just the areas they rented. I needed binoculars since you could barely go anywhere down there without being stopped and redirected by men who were most certainly mercenaries. Next thing I checked was the hospital. I have a couple doctor friends. I asked the ER doc and he said he'd never seen anything like it. They shipped him up to the floor real quick. Luckily the admitting doc on the floor was also a friend, he told me they put a gag order on him so we met in person. No traceable, electronic conversations of any kind. He told me that John died shortly after he was admitted. He told me he had pronounced him himself, he was stone cold dead. He said as soon as they bagged him up John then sat up and started thrashing and snarling and growling. They called security and then called the cops after a nurse aide got bit trying to open the bag. They were able to zip the bag back up without anyone else getting bit. A security guard supposedly lost it when he saw John's dead body going crazy and biting a fellow employee so he hit him with a portable oxygen tank over the head, apparently enough trauma to kill John, again. A few days later the aide "turned in" her resignation via email and was never heard from again. He also told me John's chart was later deleted entirely. He told me you can't just "delete" a patient's electronic medical record, whoever did it would have to be way high up. As for John's body someone from the Coroner's Office came to get the body but my friend didn't recognize them, he knew all the pick up guys. They also drove away in an unmarked van, city vehicles were all clearly marked. Lastly I went to the campsite myself where they went. I used my GPS to find the lake they said they went to and took the back road to where they launched their boats. It was completely blocked off and not only were there angry "no trespassing" signs up, but there was even one saying intruders might be shot. I'm hoping it's been long enough that it's blown over and nobody is bothering with me any more so I can tell this story. As for Michael I never heard from him again either. I tried looking him up in the system and his file with the local department had been deleted as well, police records are another thing you can't just "delete" entirely. All four of their Facebooks have been deactivated and Google searches only bring up people with similar names, it doesn't even bring up anything from the University. Michael was black bagged for sure, as were the other three postmortem. I don't know about you, but this has conspiracy written all over it and the more I think about it, the more I actually think this all happened, exactly as Michael said. One other thing I can't help but think about was that mouse that got away. Is there a genetic super mouse somewhere down at the marina, or did those Government wackjobs find it? If they didn't we all better hope he lays low, it seems like major outbreaks throughout history always start with rodent carriers.
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W Portrecie kobiety w ogniu reżyserka Chłopczycy (2011) kontynuuje poetykę wcześniejszych dzieł, ale jednocześnie nadaje swojemu kinu nową jakość. Opowieść o uczuciu łączącym malarkę z portretowaną „modelką”, to najbardziej dopracowany pod względem wizualnym i najbogatszy psychologicznie film w karierze reżyserki. Na początku filmu Marianne (Noémie Merlant) wyskakuje z łodzi, żeby uratować przewożone w skrzyni płótna malarskie, które wypadły za burtę. Zdeterminowana bohaterka udaje się właśnie do posiadłości francuskiej hrabiny (Valeria Golino) by namalować portret jej córki Heloizy (Adèle Haenel. Zlecenie to ma służyć celom nie tyle estetycznym, co praktycznym. W epoce przedfotograficznej mężczyźni, którzy nie widzieli wcześniej „kandydatek” na żony, podejmowali czasem decyzję o ożenku wyłącznie na podstawie portretów kobiet. Jak się okazuje, zadanie stojące przed Marianne nie jest łatwe, ponieważ Heloiza nie chciała pozować poprzedniemu malarzowi i zniszczyła swój wcześniejszy portret. Kobieta, która dopiero co opuściła klasztor, wcale nie chce bowiem wychodzić za mąż, a inicjatorką małżeństwa jest jej matka marząca o przeprowadzce do Mediolanu. Udając przez tydzień damę do towarzystwa, Marianne ma uważnie przyglądać się Heloizie i potajemnie malować jej portret z pamięci. Myśląca początkowo wyłącznie o realizacji celu artystka z czasem coraz bardziej zaczyna fascynować się swoją „modelką” i zaczyna rozumieć motywację kobiety. W jednym z ujęć pokazywana w zbliżeniu z profilu Marianne obraca głowę w prawo, „odsłaniając” w kadrze twarz stojącej obok Heloizy. Zabieg ten, sugerujący, że jedna bohaterka jest dopełnieniem drugiej, przywodzi na myśl Personę (1966) Ingmara Bergmana. Dzięki zażyłej relacji Marianne i Heloiza nie tylko dowiadują się czegoś o sobie wzajemnie, ale poznają też prawdę o sobie samych. Początkowo wydaje się, że bohaterki są zupełnie różne pod względem charakteru. Marianne ma bezpośredni styl bycia i wygląda na kobietę swobodną i niezależną – jak się okaże, artystka nie musi wychodzić za mąż, a w przyszłości ma zamiar przejąć interes ojca, też malarza. Heloiza jawi się natomiast jako osoba znacznie bardziej zalękniona – córka hrabiny najchętniej powróciłaby do klasztoru, żeby schronić się przed światem. Relacja między kobietami wydaje się początkowo przejrzysta: to zaciekawiona malarka, czujnie przyglądająca się tajemniczej i cichej „modelce” pełni tu rolę dominującą. To jednak tylko złudzenie. Jak zauważa Heloiza, nie tylko artystka patrzy w trakcie tworzenia na modelkę, ale także modelka patrzy ze swojej pozycji na artystkę. Relacja podmiotowo-przedmiotowa zostaje tym samym w filmie Sciammy zaburzona. Marianne nie tylko obserwuje, lecz sama staje się przedmiotem obserwacji i dowiaduje się czegoś o sobie – na przykład o swoim uwikłaniu w dominujący, patriarchalny system. Pomiędzy kobietami nawiązuje się nić porozumienia, która łączy je także z młodą służącą Sophie (Luàna Bajrami. Film Sciammy rozpoczyna się od ujęcia pokazującego białe płótno, na którym szkicowany jest portret kobiety. Najpierw tworzone są zarysy postaci, które później zostają wypełnione kolorem. Nie jest to wyłącznie opis techniki malarskiej – w podobny sposób przebiega w filmie proces odkrywania i poznawania drugiej osoby. Zanim Marianne zrozumie Heloizę, będzie musiała wykonać wiele szkiców i zniszczyć nieadekwatne obrazy. Malowanie nie jest jednak w filmie wyłącznie epistemologiczną metaforą. Sciamma wpisuje bowiem opowieść o tworzeniu portretu w dyskurs o reprezentacji kobiety w kulturze zachodniej. Jak udowadniali historycy sztuki, kobieta była przez wieki uprzedmiatawiana w malarstwie i przedstawiana wyłącznie jako obiekt męskiego spojrzenia. Heloiza nie godzi się na to, by pełnić wyłącznie „ekspozycyjną” rolę, dlatego odrzuca większość swoich portretów. Marianne maluje początkowo kobietę w zgodzie z dominującymi kulturowymi wzorcami – uatrakcyjnia modelkę i nie odzwierciedla na płótnie jej gniewu i pragnienia niezależności. W końcu artystka przezwycięży jednak w sobie „męskie” spojrzenie i zacznie dostrzegać indywidualne cechy Heloizy. Warto zwrócić uwagę, że podmiotowo-przedmiotowa relacja wizualna między bohaterkami zostaje ponadto przełamana za pomocą zmysłu, który w odróżnieniu od wzroku znosi dystans – dotyku. Zagadnienia poruszane przez Sciammę znajdują reprezentację w formie filmu. Pokazując bohaterki, reżyserka narusza normy nie tylko osiemnastowiecznego malarstwa, ale też współczesnego sposobu przedstawiania kobiecego ciała. Jednocześnie Portret… jest jednak filmem delikatnym, łagodnym, pozbawionym naturalizmu. Podobnie jak w Faworycie, sceny rozgrywające się w nocy są filmowane przy użyciu światła świec, co wytwarza szczególną, intymną atmosferę. Zdjęcia plenerowe rozgrywające się nad morzem są natomiast wyraźnie stylizowane na obrazy Caspara Davida Friedricha, takie jak Wędrowiec nad morzem mgły (1818) czy Kobieta na tle zachodzącego słońca (1818. Inaczej niż u niemieckiego artysty romantycznego, ujęcia pokazujące postaci kobiece na tle rozległego krajobrazu nie przywołują jednak sfery sacrum, ale stają się symbolicznym tłem spotkania bohaterek z tym, co tajemnicze i nieznane w nich samych. Nie trzeba dodawać, że Sciamma nie osiągnęłaby tak dobrego rezultatu, gdyby nie aktorki – Noémie Merlant i Adèle Haenel – które czynią relację między kobietami wiarygodną i intrygująca. Świetny estetycznie i bogaty w znaczenia film Sciammy może zostać na różne sposoby wykorzystany w ramach edukacji filmowej, zarówno na języku polskim, jak i na historii sztuki. Na lekcjach warto zastanowić się, jakie strategie przyjmują bohaterki, które nie sprzeciwiają się otwarcie władzy mężczyzn, ale wyrażają skrywane pragnienia w gestach, aluzjach, spojrzeniach. Warto przybliżyć kontekst społeczno-obyczajowy filmu i dopowiedzieć to, co zostało przez Sciammę jedynie zasygnalizowane – reżyserka nie mówi np. wprost o tym, dlaczego Sophie decyduje się na aborcję. Przy okazji Portretu… można wprowadzić również zagadnienia z antropologii wizualnej i opowiedzieć o sposobach przedstawiania kobiet w malarstwie zachodnim – dobrym uzupełnieniem lekcji będą fragmenty rozprawy Sposoby widzenia Johna Bergera. Jak portretowane były kobiety w XVIII wieku? Kto był głównym odbiorcą obrazów (widać to dobrze w finałowej scenie w muzeum) Kogo mogła malować kobieta – i pod jakim warunkiem? Portret … to świetny materiał edukacyjny, który pozwala podjąć głębszą refleksję nad sposobem reprezentacji kobiety w kulturze – także współczesnej.
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