. . . which shows that Niphentaxians also read fan fiction stories!
Enjoy!
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Local Date and time: Monday 10 May 2011, 1:06 PM EDT
Location: Manchester, Hillsboro County, State of New
Hampshire, U.S.A.
"Do you have to
go?"
The woman now moving to
prepare a small overnight bag paused before she took a deep breath. "I have to," she admitted as her
deep blue eyes started to tear.
"He won't know
you," the elder mother of all Avalonian-Americans living in the Granite
State's largest city, Diane Long, stated as she gave the younger woman a
knowing look. "He's probably still
just learning the basics of our dimension; he's only been here for just a
day. Of what interest would you have in
him, Donna?"
The woman paused before she
seemed to collapse on herself before she gazed on her host. "Did you ever have strange dreams
before, Ashi'cha?" she asked, falling back on the classical
Sagussan term for "elder mother" to indicate how serious she
was. "Dreams about worlds you can't
really understand . . . yet knew deep in your heart were real somewhere?"
"That's
impossible!" another of the girls who had come to stop their sister from
racing across two states and an international border to get onto a military
reservation not far from the Honeymoon Capital of the World to meet up with a
traveller from another dimension.
"How could you have possibly dreamt of Colonel Sangnoir?! He's . . .!"
"So did we – Terran and
Avalonian alike – believe about the Star Trek universe, Kelley,"
Diane sagely noted. "Not to mention
the Battle Royale universe."
The other women winced, many
scowling on being reminded of that particular dimension, where thousands of
innocent children had been made to kill or be killed as part of some perverted
army project to produce the classical Japanese samurai in modern times. "Okay, so this character from a fan fiction
series some guy created years ago actually is real!" one of the
other girls then noted. The news about
H.M.C.S. Haida's new guest had got out over the Avalonians' closed-net
version of the Internet within minutes of Colonel Douglas Q. Sangnoir, UNMPF
actually walking aboard the UNEDF flagship.
"But Diane's got a point, Donna!
What the hell would you be able to do to help this guy
get home?"
"Something that might
help in ways others wouldn't be able to help him," Donna said.
"How so?" Diane
asked.
With a tired yet amused
smile, Donna reached over to pull up her iPod.
Clicking that into her ghetto blaster, she flicked around the song
selections until she got to one particular piece of music. Tapping the control to start the replay, she
held out her hand as a fast guitar beat began to echo over the speakers.
"This."
Time, time, time,
See what's become of me,
While I looked around
For my possibilities?
I was so hard to please!
But look around!
Leaves are brown,
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter!
As the others gaped at the
mini-snowstorm now draping their sister's hand in white, the girl
christened with the name "Donna Mary Sangnoir" on her creation
smiled.
"I've not
been able to do this before," she confessed as the others
stared at her.
Silence . . . except for the
music, of course.
More silence.
Still more silence.
And then . . .
"How . . .?" Diane
finally demanded.
A sigh. "That, hopefully, my 'brother' will be
able to answer . . . "
Enjoy!
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Local Date and time: Monday 10 May 2011, 1:06 PM EDT
Location: Manchester, Hillsboro County, State of New
Hampshire, U.S.A.
"Do you have to
go?"
The woman now moving to
prepare a small overnight bag paused before she took a deep breath. "I have to," she admitted as her
deep blue eyes started to tear.
"He won't know
you," the elder mother of all Avalonian-Americans living in the Granite
State's largest city, Diane Long, stated as she gave the younger woman a
knowing look. "He's probably still
just learning the basics of our dimension; he's only been here for just a
day. Of what interest would you have in
him, Donna?"
The woman paused before she
seemed to collapse on herself before she gazed on her host. "Did you ever have strange dreams
before, Ashi'cha?" she asked, falling back on the classical
Sagussan term for "elder mother" to indicate how serious she
was. "Dreams about worlds you can't
really understand . . . yet knew deep in your heart were real somewhere?"
"That's
impossible!" another of the girls who had come to stop their sister from
racing across two states and an international border to get onto a military
reservation not far from the Honeymoon Capital of the World to meet up with a
traveller from another dimension.
"How could you have possibly dreamt of Colonel Sangnoir?! He's . . .!"
"So did we – Terran and
Avalonian alike – believe about the Star Trek universe, Kelley,"
Diane sagely noted. "Not to mention
the Battle Royale universe."
The other women winced, many
scowling on being reminded of that particular dimension, where thousands of
innocent children had been made to kill or be killed as part of some perverted
army project to produce the classical Japanese samurai in modern times. "Okay, so this character from a fan fiction
series some guy created years ago actually is real!" one of the
other girls then noted. The news about
H.M.C.S. Haida's new guest had got out over the Avalonians' closed-net
version of the Internet within minutes of Colonel Douglas Q. Sangnoir, UNMPF
actually walking aboard the UNEDF flagship.
"But Diane's got a point, Donna!
What the hell would you be able to do to help this guy
get home?"
"Something that might
help in ways others wouldn't be able to help him," Donna said.
"How so?" Diane
asked.
With a tired yet amused
smile, Donna reached over to pull up her iPod.
Clicking that into her ghetto blaster, she flicked around the song
selections until she got to one particular piece of music. Tapping the control to start the replay, she
held out her hand as a fast guitar beat began to echo over the speakers.
"This."
Time, time, time,
See what's become of me,
While I looked around
For my possibilities?
I was so hard to please!
But look around!
Leaves are brown,
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter!
As the others gaped at the
mini-snowstorm now draping their sister's hand in white, the girl
christened with the name "Donna Mary Sangnoir" on her creation
smiled.
"I've not
been able to do this before," she confessed as the others
stared at her.
Silence . . . except for the
music, of course.
More silence.
Still more silence.
And then . . .
"How . . .?" Diane
finally demanded.
A sigh. "That, hopefully, my 'brother' will be
able to answer . . . "
Canadian lighthouse to U.S. Warship approaching it: "This is a lighthouse. Your call!"