Dale – A Haiku

Apologies for another delay in The Artist’s Tale. I’ve been feeling awfully tired the last couple of days, during in the evenings in particular, and focusing on writing has been difficult. Hopefully a good night’s sleep will do the trick and I’ll be able to get that next part out tomorrow. In the meanwhile, since I didn’t want to leave the Friday empty, I”ll give you this haiku (that’s been a while!) in its place. I wrote it fairly quickly, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.


Dale
The tale calmly waits
For weariness to depart
And the mind to clear

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Between the Conclaves – Epilogue, Part 6

Epilogue

Part 6

Vhiran let out a deep sigh. “I, can’t argue with that,” he mumbled and nodded slowly. “I guess, I guess you’re right.”

‘You’re alright with it then?’

The Jedi Knight looked up at Bultar’s floating body in the cylinder. “How will the cloning affect her?”

Nothing serious should happen,’ Tha’ci immediately replied. ‘Like I said before, once the cloning is completed, her body, memory and emotions until the moment of her death shall all be intact. Light amnesia might occur, but all in all nothing to worry about. Though the life force bond you had will be gone, in a few years she will be exactly like you remembered her.’ She paused, seemingly thinking on something. ‘There are a few things you should be aware of though.’

“Yes?”

After she awakens, make certain she does not find out she is a clone. I’ve seen cases of those finding out about their being cloned. It shocked them to the core. As their new lives passed, they became utterly depressed, thinking themselves as nothing more than mere inferior copies of their original, and their will to live on in that state was awfully weak. You don’t want that for her. So when she awakens, do not mention it to her, do not hint at it, and do not, under whatever circumstances, show her the original body! Attempt to forget as much of your knowledge of her being a clone as possible too. Perhaps it’d be best you do not watch her development.’

Vhiran bit his lip. “I can’t at least be with her through all this? I want to be there for her.”

I know you do, and that is why you must stay away from her until she is fully grown.’ Without giving him time to reply she continued. ‘When you watch a clone grow, from these early stages, through infancy, through childhood, through teen years, and eventually into adulthood, it’ll be like watching your own child grow up,only at a much faster pace.’

“Then…”

Vhiran, if you will be near her and watch her grow through the coming years, even though she will end up to be the exact same woman you knew and loved, it is unlikely you can ever be together again like you used to.’

“I, I see.” His head resting in his hand, the young Knight panted softly. “I… Very well then.” With his eyes firmly shut he tilted his head in his neck and took a deep breath. “Lets do this,” he said with a sob in his voice. “Go ahead, Tha’ci.”

Right.’ She started moving Vhiran’s body towards the computer panel near the cylinder. ‘I’ll look after her in your stead. Don’t you worry. She’ll be alright.’

Tha’ci, there’s one more thing I’d like to do. Could you…’

The Traveller’s image in his mind nodded.

Slowly Vhiran turned around and approached the cylinder, the sound of his footsteps all that broke the chamber’s dead silence. He placed one hand on the glass, carefully, as if it could break at anytime. A single tear and a warm smile appeared on his face simultaneously as he looked up at the body of his beloved and whispered to her.

“Hold on, Bultar… I won’t be long.”


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Daily Writing Part 150. Story of Poems Part 84

Random words of the day: Pyramid. Flywheel

Finally one of the major players is mentioned again. Now we just need the titular character to get back on the stage again and we’re back on track. Although, I just realized… What if the title doesn’t refer to the artist in the story and the story about them, but rather to the one writing the story and the story they create! Woah! Just, think about it Blows your mind, doesn’t it? Ok, I guess not really. ^^; I do think it’s an interesting train of thought, though, and one very much applicable to a story of which no one really knows what’s really happening, both at the moment and in the future.

In other news, I’ve learned about the existence of the flywheel today. I don’t know much about it, but now I at least know it exists! And it also appears to be some sort of group both the gull and Referee have some connection to. Also, the iceberg looks like it’s actually an icy pyramid! What could this all mean?! The plot, thickens! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite

Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Between the Conclaves – Epilogue, Part 5

Epilogue

Part 5

Vhiran. Are you alright?’ Tha’ci asked in a tone of sincere worry.

Vhiran gulped. She looked so different than that last day on Coruscant, the day of the Empire’s onslaught against the Jemple Temple. Even hanging by those wires, she now seemed so peaceful, as if she were only asleep. Not at all like she was… ‘Tha’ci, she’s, dead, right?’

Yes, she is. Vhiran, I must say you’re taking this better than I th…’

“If she’s dead, then why is she here?!” the young Knight called out loud. “If she was injured I might understand, but hanging up her lifeless body…?!”

I won’t tell you unless you calm down…’

“How can I be c…”

´Calm down.’

He took a deep breath. “Alright then. What is this, Tha’ci?”

This device was developed to keep the body in tact during the procedure.’

”Procedure? You mean…?”

Yes, cloning,’ Tha’ci replied in his mind. ‘While it didn’t happen often, during the years the procedure took place, things could go wrong. Should that happen, we would still able to retrieve cells from the body and begin the process anew. That’s why Bultar’s body is in there.’

Vhiran nodded shortly. “You’re, cloning her.”

Not yet. I wouldn’t start without the permission of the one closest to her. Obviously.’

The Knight stared at the ground for a bit, then broke the short silence with a deep sigh. “I could be seeing her again. I should be, happy. Yet, it feels like this is all so…”

Cheap?’ Tha’ci finished his line. ‘This way, it doesn’t matter if someone dies, because with this they can be brought back to life no matter what? This way, both life and death become cheap trivial matters? That’s how you feel, isn’t it?’

“How do you…”

We share the same body. Get used to me knowing your thoughts for some time,’ the Traveller chuckled. ‘Vhiran, some of my Shadows used to think like you do. The thing is, this cloning was not something we decided to do for fun or thrill. It was a last resort, without which our fight would have ended long before… Since our task was so important, if needed we would always fight harder than anyone to survive. But at times, there were those did not succeed at that. With this facility they were offered a second chance to continue devoting their lives to what they saw as their sworn duty: to protect the Galaxy we live in, and to fight and defeat the Dark Side that threatened it.’

“I understand that, but…”

If we’re going to have any chance to defeat the Sith and their Empire, we’re going to need people like you two, not have them die a meaningless death in some abandoned spice mine,’ she interrupted again. ‘Besides, Bultar’s a good person. Don’t you think she deserves a second chance?’


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Daily Writing Part 149. Story of Poems Part 83

Random words of the day: Square. Saddle

So the old crow speaks. Well, okay, it, lets out a sound… If that cry actually contains spoken words or is something else entirely, we’ll have to wait a little bit longer to find out… Uhm… But look, it’s wearing glasses! And a saddle! That’s not something birds usually wear! I wonder what that’s all about! So, if you could please just look at the unorthodox bird (that is not the giant seagull flying an artist to a mysterious location) and pay no heed to my failed attempt at talking myself out of that, uhm… Look! Bird!


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite

Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

ss-2x4_saddle_square


For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Between the Conclaves – Epilogue, Part 4

Epilogue

Part 4

His view was blurry as he got used to using his eyesight again for the first time in a month, but it didn’t take long before he was able to distinguish the metal walls all around him. Some of them were covered by what appeared to be several large computer systems and monitors, seemingly quite old, but most of them still in working order. Apart from those and a few bacta tanks, the large room was mostly empty. Through some parts of the ceiling Vhiran could see pieces of rock sticking through the metal. A massive door separated the room from whatever was outside.

‘Where are we? Some sort of underground bunker?’

‘Remember what I told you on Kamino? About the secret base my group had on Dantooine?’

Vhiran nodded softly, recalling their conversation. ‘So this is, your cloning facility then?’

‘Just its monitoring room, which also served as briefing, resting and healing quarters. But I think you’ll be more interested in what lies beyond that door. No need to enter any complicated security codes. It’s not locked so it should open as you approach it.’

With surprisingly little sound for its size the huge door slowly slid open. Gasping, Vhiran did a single step back. A large transpariglass cylinder in the centre towered over everything else in the next chamber. Lights from the bottom of the cylinder illuminated the transparent fluids it housed, and the body floating within, connected with a number of wires to the machinery around. Step by careful step, the Jedi Master approached the device, his heart beating faster, his eyes focussed on the body. From a distance it already looked familiar, but as he finally stood before it and looked up, he started trembling softly. “Bul-tar…” Slowly he shook his head, trying to blink away his tears in vain.


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Daily Writing Part 148. Story of Poems Part 82

Random words of the day: Powder. Referee

Yes, yet another new character! Ha, and you thought George R. R. Martin gave you a lot to keep track of! I might have to find other ways to deal with the words that are hard to implement than just turning them into character names. On the one hand, it could offer more variety and a better challenge, but then again, I’ve been enjoying its results thus far and it has really left its mark on the story. We’ll see where the road will take us, I suppose

xxI must note that I really enjoy the imagery today’s stanza brings about. It’s a part I’ve been able to picture mentally more clearly than many that have come before. For all it’s more serious and dark moments, The Artist’s Tale is for the most a part a rather silly story. There hasn’t been much opportunity for parts like this and I’m grateful today’s words allowed me to change that. Please enjoy. ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite

Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

THUMBNAIL-Snowboard-Photo-Robbie-Walker-Powder-Spray-NZ-by-Vanessa-Andrieux


For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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