NOTE: This was an older piece from my previous blog. I had been meaning to update it for the longest time, and since it is holiday appropriate, I decided that this was a good a time as any to do so. Enjoy!
Soft chatters of the console panel hummed in harmony with the festive status lights. Peace enveloped the glittering command deck, a rare occurrence this distance away from civilized space. Though the ship ran silent, someone still had to watch over the bridge.
The commander gazed through the stars through the viewport, sipping the only glass of brandy she would allow herself to indulge in while she maintained her post. Even though they looked the same in every quadrant of space, the silent dots of fire soothed her with a comforting nostalgia. She often confided in them on nights like these, hoping to gain their venerable wisdom through fervent concentration. Continue reading The Gift
The panels reverberated violently to the rhythmic thuds of bass. What had started with simple head bobbing evolved gradually into foot tapping. Keystrokes were pressed in harmonic patterns. His fingers fluttered until the silky sound captured his limbs, his arms stirring the air in smooth undulations. Malik was overtaken, his torso swayed as his mind was taken prisoner by the melody, snatched away from the outside world. He glided over to the environmental controls, sliding the light down to a more appropriate darkness.
The slow tempo smoothly transitioned, elevating to a mighty crescendo. Malik slammed into the pilot seat, swiveling the cushion around in circles as he continued to make waves with his arms and shoulders. As the bass shuddered through his skull, a surge of energy coursed through his muscles, causing his movements to grow jagged, violent. The beats repeated, commanding his every move like an auditory puppeteer.
But as the climax descended, the noise relinquished its control of his body. The rhythm slowed to a small series of heartbeats. Malik eased his breath as he gently coaxed the flight settings, pressing buttons and picking at switches in time with each remaining thud. Silence returned, and he reclined in the chair, a self-satisfied smile stretched across his lips.
“I really wish you wouldn’t listen to that garbage while inside me,” Niner-3 piped in.
Continue reading I’d Ship It
Here are some random tidbits of narration that have nothing to do with anything whatsoever. Some of these pieces are also very old and frankly I am ashamed to put them online, but there ya go.
This section is dedicated to the journal entries of Matteus Il’Kalut, a traveling body artist from a wandering alien race. These are just fun little excerpts I have decided to write upon the request of fans who enjoyed the character and wanted to learn more about him.
To find out more about Matteus, check out his Character Profile HERE.
Today I thought I would journey over to Vega and see what I can find about the Ara’yulthr. I am not sure what to expect, as they have a stagnant art culture, and spend most of their time building armies to defend their homeland rather than feed their creative desires.
I hope to unearth some form of tradition, perhaps even a few history books back from their tribal roots. But I am not holding my breath; it was difficult enough for me to get clearance to land on the planet. Although, people who have a militaristic governing system tend to mark themselves to denote kinship and achievements in battle, so perhaps I am not going to leave empty handed.
Matteus was escorted to the customs office by two heavily armed guards, dressed in intimidating uniforms. They ushered him at a hurried pace, giving him little time to absorb the beautiful scenery.
He approached a pod-like metal building, the illusion of modernism warped by the trees growing on top of roof, spilling their roots over the walls. He couldn’t tell if they were real or fake, but he admired the camouflage they provided amid the jungle.
Continue reading Travels of Matteus: The Ara’yulthr Part 1
My trip to Vega was beyond fruitful, and I am not just referring to the practice minerals Danin gave me. The Ara’yulthr have had a few run-ins with my race before, and were more than willing to help me learn. I have even been permitted to speak with the scribes to learn more about their art as a style, a rare opportunity never seen by outsiders. It is a shame my brethren skipped over this place on their travels, they have missed a rare gem of knowledge.
These people have a very short period of pre-history. Even at their earliest development, they have recorded their achievements, granted in a more primitive language, but I don’t doubt the scribes can translate. I could literally spend decades here absorbing the books, but I fear the translator would pass out due to lack of breath. However, my guide, Talya, was ever so helpful in answering my questions.
Matteus was led deep into the forest, heading towards the Qui’isfahr clan primary library. Since this was one of the oldest buildings on the planet, he had high hopes to see some of the Ara’yulthr traditional architecture.
They stopped in front of a mound of rock, which had been conquered by the foliage. Massive tree roots intertwined with their neighbors in an intimate construction, dressed in garments of vines and grasses. At the front of the structure, the roots parted into a hole barely large enough for a small human to climb inside.
Continue reading Travels of Matteus: The Ara’yulthr Part 2
I have decided to explore Ilrydia for a while. Though modernized, the people have fiercely retained their traditions and practices. The people here were welcoming and hospitable, and they seemed enthusiastic to assist in my studies. With a bit of luck, I may even be able to witness one of their celebrations.
Matteus walked across the metal slat pier leading from the hangar. It was built to imitate wooden bridges, and its railings detailed with cables mimicking vines entangled in orderly knotwork. The land itself was a marvel, the earth sculpted into gentle hills, and trees burst from the ground at every direction. He could hear birds calling out and echoing in the air, joined by the whisper of leaves shaking in the mild breeze. Continue reading Travels of Matteus: Camo Games