An Important Update

Posted: October 15, 2013 by Aaron Matthew Kaiser in Uncategorized

Greetings, chaosticians! As you may have noticed, it’s been a month since the last chapter was posted. Without going into major details, let’s just say that scheduling shit hit the fan for multiple people involved in this project. Kella has asked me to make a post to let everyone know what’s going on and that things are swinging back into gear this week.

If you look over to the sidebar, you will notice that the lineup dates have been updated. To get things going again, I will be picking up where I left off in chapter 10 and will have the chapter up by this Sunday. Following me will be Elise on 10/27, Kymele on 11/3, Kella on 11/10, and Sarah on 11/17. So, get ready for five weeks of writing and please note when your week is coming up.

Holy crap, I live!

Posted: September 29, 2013 by Kella in Chaos #1 Planning, FYI (Oi! Pay attention!)

So… yeah. Sorry for the dearth of communication around here lately. Aaron pointed out to me how not communicative I’ve been on the site, and I realized that work and school and novel-in-progress have swallowed my life. Whoops.

Couple o’ things: Christina had to pull from the Chaos due to real life shenanigans. Ordinarily, shenanigans would just be annoying, but these are extra-special shenanigans with a side order of whisky, tango, and fuck. (Probably less fuck than might actually be enjoyable, but whatever.) And so we’ll miss Christina from this one! Hopefully she’ll be able to come back for a future story.

Sarah, too, had RL shenanigans, but they were more benign and only resulted in her chapter being delayed a week. I have received assurances of its presence today. (I can’t really be a whip-cracker on this one… you see how long it took me to pull my head out of my ass to make an announcement, yeah?)

I’ll edit the schedule on the front page so that we can try to keep track of who’s next. If you have questions, poke me. I’ll try to respond faster in future. I may or may not respond well to coffee/chocolate/personal assistant bribes… it remains untested.


First Chaos – Tenth Chapter – Aaron

Posted: September 15, 2013 by Aaron Matthew Kaiser in Chaos #1

Ike approached the control chair of the shuttle and looked at it before sitting. He had heard stories of Ternian engineers constructing seats that used body heat to conform to the bodies of whoever sat in them. From initial appearances, this was not one. A black, synthetic type of leather stretched out over rows of rigid padding. Small armrests rose out of the sides.

“Well?” Tris’ voice interrupted Ike’s thoughts. He locked eyes with her, then looked at the control console. He was embarrassed as to why he was lost in thought. Such a silly thing to wonder about the seats.

Ike’s fingers touched the control display, causing it to light up as he settled into the chair. The basic tenants of navigation were there, although the layout was different than his Council shuttle. It might take a few minutes to gather his bearings, but he could fly it. As he began inputting commands into the system, Ike paused as a thought came into his mind. He swiveled around in his chair to face the others.

“How do you intend to get onto the ship?” he said.

Tris paused and looked at him. She had been in the middle of instructing Kyri and Anod to fasten their safety belts, lending assistance as needed since they had never seen such restraints before. “You will fly us there.”

“Flying the shuttle is only part of the equation,” Ike replied. “Normal operations would require us to communicate with the ship before docking. I don’t know the clearance codes. Not to mention that the ship sensors would pick up on three Eltari—make that four Eltari and no human life signs. We’d be blown out of the sky before we got within a thousand kliks of the ship.”

There was a moment of quiet collective reflection before Ike continued, “And if we do manage to dock, how do we anticipate moving through the ship—”

“You are beginning to sound like Anod!” Kyri interrupted.

“Since you foresee the problems, perhaps you can foresee a solution.” Tris said, staring into him. Ike thought for a good minute before reestablishing eye contact.

“Actually,” he said. “I think I do.”


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“Sir, Captain Altair’s shuttle is exiting the planet’s atmosphere.” The junior officer turned around from his station on the bridge to face the first officer, Marius. He was thankful that things had calmed down in the day since they had shot down the Council ship, but also glad that there was something to actually do on the ship. Years of watching this planet from afar had limited them to mostly drills and maneuvers aside from brief excursions out of the system here and there. “Their plotted course will return them here to the Gauntlet.”

“Have they radioed ahead?” Marius asked.

“Not yet, sir.”

“Is the entire crew aboard?”

The junior officer turned back around to his console, inputting a few commands. The machine beeped and chimed in response. Within moments, he had his answer for Marius. “No, sir. I’m reading three humans and one Eltari.”

Silence filled the bridge as officers looked at the senior officer. The memories from early the previous morning were still etched in their minds. There was no knowing how Marius would respond again. Hopefully, the tongue lashing Captain Altair had given him before going down to the planet had wisened him up.

“Ready the EMP cannons,” Marius stated.

“Sir?” The junior officer stared at him. In the back of his head, he knew that the first officer was making the appropriate call, but he still didn’t trust the young man in this situation. He glanced at Marius’ hand. The slight trembling betrayed the calm demeanor of the command.

“I said to ready the EMP cannons. Until they have established proper docking procedure—”

A chirp from the junior officer’s console interrupted Marius. The officer looked at his alert, then back to his superior. “It’s them.”

Marius simply nodded. The junior officer pressed a button that caused the speaker system to instantly come to life. Tris’ voice began to cut through the air. “Gauntlet, this is the shuttle. We need to dock immediately.”

“Please state the clearance code.” Marius responded as he slowly walked toward the monitor that displayed the incoming shuttle. “And where is the rest of the crew?”

“I am returning with sick crew members. We need a…” Tris’ voice paused momentarily before returning. “Quarantine. We need the area around the docking port quarantined. These men are contagious with Larna swamp flu and need medical attention.”

“Please state the clearance code,” Marius repeated, turning to the junior officer. “Arm the EMP cannon and ready the plasma coils.”

A chill went up the junior officer’s spine. He closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva. He could feel the knots forming in his stomach as he input the command to lock weapons on the shuttle.

“Mister Marius,” Tris objected, the tone of her voice elevated. “I do not need a clearance code. You know my voice and that I have Captain Altair’s ear.”

The junior officer glanced over as Marius placed his hand on the back of his chair. The tension of the moment was causing full trembles now. He wasn’t sure how Marius was able to contain his voice to sound so calm.

“Halt your approach and state your—”

“We will do no such thing!” Tris exploded over the intercom. “I have three marines here that will die if we do not get them to sickbay. And if you do not clear the docking port, the entire ship could become infected. I am on direct orders from Altair to save the lives of these men. Do not make me tell him who caused them to perish simply because I was not given a clearance code to relay to you.”

Marius’ hand gripped the fabric on the back of the junior officer’s chair. He paused there for a moment as sweat began to bead along his forehead. Slowly turning back toward the central chair, he sat down.

“Power down weapons, quarantine docking port two, and dispatch medical personnel.” Marius spoke to his junior officer, who immediately did as commanded. “Shuttle, you are cleared to dock.”

“Thank you, Mister Marius.” Tris responded before the channel closed.

A collaborative sigh of relief spread through the bridge. Officers looked up at the ceiling and then to each other, joyous that the previous day’s incident hadn’t repeated itself. Except for Marius, who sat in his chair with his hand on his fist as he contemplated the situation.


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Kyri could hear the latches of the docking port click into place. The sound caused her to turn her head from the viewport and toward the door at the rear of the shuttle. The entire trip from the surface of the planet—her first trip off the planet—had felt like a surreal dream. She glanced over to her older brother. He would never admit it, but she knew he was feeling exactly the same way.

“Human looks good on you.” Ike’s voice pulled Kyri out of her trance. She looked at him, a smile across his face as he leaned over the back of the control chair. His human characteristics were back in place. “Of course, it helps that you were beautiful to begin with.”

“Enough of this,” Tris interrupted. “You are not Eltari. It is inappropriate—”

“Inappropriate?” Ike rose from his seat. “Listen here, guffalo breath. I was just paying a compliment. Besides, last I checked, you and the guy that shot me down have a thing going on and he’s no more Eltari than I am!”

“Guffalo breath? Not only are you…”

For Kyri, the voices of Tris and Ike faded away as she slipped back into her mind. Her focus was on a reflection of herself on a shiny bulkhead. Her silver hair now black and her amber eyes now a deep blue. She looked down to her now-pink hands and stared at the Cyrex unit on her wrist. The same unit they had removed from two of the unconscious marines guarding the shuttle.

“How in Rell could this be possible?” Kyri thought. So much had happened within the past day that challenged her concept of demons and magic. She couldn’t grasp how this transformation could be possible outside of spiritual possibilities, and yet her aunt had assured her that it was not.

“Stop this, now!” Anod had quickly stood, pushing Ike and Tris apart. He, too, was in human form with a Cyrex on his wrist. He held a knife to Ike’s throat and his bandaged stump against Tris’ shoulder. “In your fighting, you do not realize that we are no longer alone.”

Kyri finally snapped out of her gaze as she heard what Ike and Tris now could: a knocking on the rear door. She stood and faced it as Anod lowered his knife from Ike’s neck. They could hear a muffled, male voice call out through the dense metal.

“Hello? This is Doctor Cornell.” the voice said. “We are hear to treat the wounded. The corridor has been cleared. Unlock the door so we can enter.”

Tris took only a step toward the door when Anod put his abbreviated arm across her way once more.

“How do we know this isn’t a trap?” he asked. “There could be a dozen soldiers on the other side.”

“We don’t.” Ike responded. “But either way, we have to open the door or there surely will be a military response.”

Anod paused, then nodded at his aunt and lowered his arm.

“Everyone, remember the plan.” Ike said. “Like the marines guarding the shuttle, we subdue and move on in secret. With any luck, we can get back to the shuttle and embark again before any alarms are raised.”

Kyri nodded, raising an arrow in her bow toward the door as Ike raised his blaster. Tris looked back one last time to make sure everyone was ready, then input the command to unlock the inner door.

The two parts of the reinforced aluminum slid open to reveal an elder gentleman in a Terne military uniform and a white coat on top. On his face where a pair of thin-framed, gold-colored eyeglasses. Next to him was a young woman in her twenties, similarly dressed. As the two of them looked into the cabin to see weapons trained on them, the elder man’s jaw dropped.

“Are you alone?” Anod asked, moving closer to the both of them.

“Ye—yes.” Doctor Cornell replied, his voice trembling.

“Get in.” Ike said coldly. Cornell and his nurse complied, stepping up onto the shuttle deck, which was about a foot higher than the corridor outside. Ike directed them to two of the jump seats farthest away from any instruments and sat them down.

“Tris, what is this? I do not understand.” Cornell said as he looked at her. Tris closed her eyes and turned away, unwilling to make eye contact.

“No talking, doc.” Ike said as he fastened their wrists to the seats with adhesive.

“You’re the pilot we shot down, aren’t you?” the nurse said, defiance in her voice. Ike didn’t respond as she continued. “I can tell by your treacherous Council uniform.”

Kyri gasped as Ike backhanded the nurse across the face. Although she barely knew him, this action did not seem to be in his nature. Her mind raced to understand why he would strike this woman for a simple comment.

“I said,” Ike began as he placed a strip of tape over the nurse’s mouth. “No talking. Besides, your government is the one that split the Terran Union sixty years ago and caused that bloody civil war. All because of your bloodthirsty desire to conquest planets instead of allying with them. The Council of Worlds today is a fraction of what it could have been under the Union.”

“What are you talking about?” Tris said. “I have lived on this ship for ten years. I haven’t heard anything about this civil war.”

“If I may?” Cornell looked up Ike before continuing. At Ike’s nod, he looked back over to Tris. “Tris, there are certain things that Altair has asked us not to discuss on the ship. Especially in front of you. Besides, that was the war of my parents, most of the crew their grandparents. Both sides lost many family members.”

“Like my grandfather.” Ike said to Cornell, who looked back at him.

“You should know,” Cornell continued. “Not all Terne desire conquest. Some of us are Ternian by birth and heritage. That is why I practice medicine, it’s how I can help change things in my own, little way.”

“He lies.” Anod said. “He is trying to get you to lower your guard—”

Ike simply raised his hand toward Anod to interrupt him, still keeping his eyes on Cornell. “What’s your name, doc?”

“Doctor Hubert Cornell.”

“Alright, doc—Hubert…” Ike paused as he knelt down to eye level with him. “I believe you, but I’m going to leave Anod here to keep guard over you. I can trust you to behave?”

Cornell nodded. Ike stood and walked past Anod toward the door. Tris and Kyri followed him, stepping down into the corridor as Ike looked back.

“Anod,” he said. “Why don’t you tell him how you lost your hand?”

As Anod sat down in a jump seat across from Cornell, he smiled and said, “I lost it defeating your metal man.”

Kyri saw Cornell’s eyes widen just before the doors to the shuttle closed behind them. The hallway was suddenly quiet. No one stirred nearby. She didn’t care for the quietness of space. In the forest, there was always a bird chirping or a lema cat growling in a nearby bush. She wasn’t sure how her aunt had put up with ten years of this silence.

“You’ve been pretty quiet lately, “ Ike said, once again snapping Kyri out of a daze. “I miss the old you.”

“The old me?” Kyri said, anger welling up. “The old me died along with my twin. The old me didn’t have her world shattered overnight. The old me—”

Kyri paused as Tris put a hand on her shoulder. The elder Eltari didn’t need to say a word; Kyri knew that she was overreacting to Ike’s comment. She didn’t understand why these emotions were ruling her, but her words did ring a certain amount of truth: part of her did die with Geneth.

“We should move quickly,“ Tris said, pointing down the corridor. “The cargo bay is not far in this direction.”

The three of them walked in near silence for several minutes. They turned a handful of corners, both to the left and to the right. If Tris were not with them, Kyri surmised, there would be no way to prevent getting lost in this maze. Finally, they came upon a doorway somewhat larger than the others they had passed. Tris input her access code and the doors slid open to reveal a massive room with high ceilings. Crates of various sizes were arranged in rows and blocks. At the far end of the room sat a long crate by itself. Tris made her way straight for it.

“Sister…” a voice whispered to Kyri. She turned around to see who said it, expecting to see Anod behind her, but only seeing the empty room. She turned back around to continue following her aunt when she heard it again. “Sis…”

Kyri stopped this time and stared at the space she heard the voice. She recognized it this time, although that was impossible. It was Geneth. And for a moment, she thought she saw movement amongst the crates. If it was her brother’s voice, she had to investigate.

At the far end of the room, Tris and Ike arrived at the crate. It was several feet long with a transparent window on the top. A simple button press by Tris activated an internal lighting system. Inside were several eggs, each the length of Ike’s forearm.

“These are the dragon eggs of the pale ones,” Tris explained before Ike even had a chance to ask. “They are the last of their species and we have kept them in stasis for the last ten years to prevent them from hatching.”

“Okay,” Ike simply said instead of asking more questions. “Let’s get this on a maglev cart and move it to the shuttle—”

Ike was cut off by a blood curdling scream coming from the other side of the room. It was then that he and Tris realized that Kyri was no longer with them. Running toward the sound, they found Kyri standing in front of an opened container with her bow drawn fully out. Inside was a C.O.R.M. unit, powered down.

Memories of yesterday’s battle flashed through Kyri’s mind. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled the arrow back in the bow further and further, even though she stood mere feet away from it. Her arm quivered violently as the images flashed through her mind. As if she were there again, she saw the beast sever Anod’s arm and cut Geneth down.

“It’s alright, Kyri.” Ike said. “He’s not turned on.”

“Listen to me, my niece,” Tris added. “It is going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not.” came a voice behind all three of them, followed by the powering up of a small blaster. Tris froze as Ike slowly raised his hands. Kyri, immersed in her experience with the disengaged Corm, failed to notice what was going on.

“Marius?” Tris said as she turned around to face their new captor. Ike slowly turned around, his hands still raised into the air.

“I knew something wasn’t right with your story,” Marius offered, keeping his blaster trained on them. “Ten years on this ship at Captain Altair’s side and now you betray us?”

“It is Altair that has betrayed the Eltari,” Tris responded. “And now we take that which has belonged to the Eltari all along.”

“I take it that you know this kid.” Ike said to Tris, causing Marius to target the blaster at his face. “Easy now, you don’t have the safety on.”

“Give me a reason to shoot you, Council.”

“This is the first officer,” Tris explained. “He is the one who shot down your shuttle.”

“Him? This pipsqueak shot me down?” Ike raised his eyebrows toward Marius. The first officer’s face began to redden at the antagonization. As Ike taunted, Tris backed up slowly toward Kyri. “I liked that ship, it was a good ship. I can’t believe you managed to shoot it down. You don’t even know how to tie your own boots!”

Like a moron, Marius looked down momentarily at his feet. Realizing that his boots were not, in fact, untied, he looked up just in time to see Ike’s fist rushing into his face. Making contact with his nose, Marius flew backward and tears immediately welled up into his eyes to cloud his vision. He fired his blaster, only to miss Ike and hit a wall. Sparks flew as the red alert klaxons immediately began to wail.

Ike looked over to a stack of materials nearby and pulled out a medium-length pipe from the mess. Swinging it around, he knocked Marius’ blaster out of his hands, causing it to slide far across the room. Another swing to Marius’ head caused the young officer to fall to the ground.

“Get Kyri and the eggs and get back to the shuttle!” Ike exclaimed, turning his attention from Marius for only a moment. That moment was all the younger man needed to rush him, knocking him onto his back. The two of them wrestled on the ground for control of the pipe as Marius pushed down in an effort to choke Ike with the blunt instrument.

Tris stepped between Corm and Kyri, who still had her bow stretched out. If she released, it would go straight through Tris before hitting its target. Her eyes looked through her aunt, still trained on the lifeless metal body of the cyborg.

“Listen to me,” Tris said calmly. “This is not the same beast that killed your brother. Honor his death by living.”

Kyri focused on Tris’ face and slowly lowered her bow. She didn’t know why, but that made sense to her. Honor Geneth’s death by living. Reliving the memories was not living, it was a form of dying inside. Then she looked over to Ike.

“We have to help him,” Kyri said.

“He will buy us time,” Tris responded. “Let us do our part before more people come.”


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Ike watched from his back as Tris and Kyri ran over to the crate and began pushing it out the door. As soon as they left the cargo bay, Ike brought his knee forcibly up to Marius’ crotch and bought his freedom.

As Ike backed away, massaging his neck with his free hand, his opponent covered his groin. For the moment, Ike had forgotten about his previous wounds. Adrenalin was coursing through his system, overpowering every pain receptor that tried to fire. With any luck, this encounter would end much quicker than the last one.

“You shoot down my shuttle, then try to shoot me in the back?” Ike taunted Marius again. He found that to be as great a weapon as anything he could hold in his hand. “Your captain should take away your keys to the ship.”

Ike partially caught his breath and made his next move, swinging the pipe toward Marius’ head and missing. He landed against a stack of crates, leaving his back open for an uppercut from Marius. Pain shot through his nervous system once more.

“I’ve got a secret for you,” Marius said as he punched Ike in the back again before being pushed away. “I didn’t fire upon your ship because I thought we had been discovered.”

Marius, standing next to the pile Ike had gotten his pipe from, pulled out one of his own and charged at Ike. Their pipes clanged against each other as if they were swords. Ike pushed back and swung again, his pipe hitting the metal of Marius’ pipe.

“Don’t tell me that you were trying to make friends,” Ike goaded. “Because you did a poor job of that. Or were you just bored?”

Ike faked a swing up, causing Marius to attempt a block. The move caused the Ternian officer’s side to be exposed, as designed. Ike swung hardly into his ribcage. The scream of pain likely meant that Ike had managed to break at least one, if not two of the man’s ribs. As Marius grabbed his side, a single stream of blood trickled down his forehead and down past his split lip. He managed a laugh.

“No, you idiot.” Marius said, spitting blood onto the floor. “I wanted to kill you. Simply because you are Council.”

Gathering momentum, Marius swung at Ike again, connecting their pipes against each other. The metallic clangs echoed throughout the room as they fought. After a couple strong blows, Marius once again had Ike pinned.

“I hate to generalize,” Ike said, his back against a large stack of crates. “But you people really are bloodthirsty, aren’t you? And what is it with you people and swordplay?”

“After I kill you, I will kill Altair’s mate and shoot her out an airlock,” Marius stated. Ike could sense a shallow coldness in Marius’ eyes assured by his callous voice. Apparently, he had unlocked the officer’s inner sociopath. “And after I kill her, I’ll kill your little girlfriend… as I penetrate her.”

Ike screamed out in defiance, striking blow after blow toward Marius. The first two were easily blocked, but then he knocked the Ternian’s pipe away and kept swinging. Marius raised his arms to block the blows, only to have the bones in his arms shattered. Ike drove his adversary onto the ground. Each swing became more intense than the last.

Finally, Ike swung down one last time. His energy was spent and pain coursed through his entire body. He limply dropped the bloody pipe onto the floor and looked down at Marius—his eyes wide open and his skull shattered into pieces with bits of brain laying about.

Ike stepped back, ashamed at how far he had gone. But he was alive and that was all that mattered. He knew he had to go; it was only a matter of moments before the doors would open with more marines coming after him. As he ran toward the door, he picked up Marius’ blaster and took it with him.

Running through the corridors, Ike tried to remember how to get back to the docking port. The hallways twisted and turned, causing him to become bewildered. He stopped at an intersection and looked around, not recognizing which way to go. Each path looked similar, but none of them looked correct. Down one hall, he could see a hydroponics bay. Down another was an external viewport. A third revealed a small room with terminals.

It dawned upon Ike that those terminals could be his salvation. Running down that direction, he stopped at the first terminal and brought it to life. A ship schematic quickly showed him where he was and where he needed to go. As he turned to run off again, he paused and wondered if he could access the communications grid through this station.


* * *


“What do we do with them?” Anod asked about Doctor Cornell and his nurse as Tris settled into her seat on the shuttle. Kyri stood by the door, looking down the corridor for any sign of Ike. If they didn’t leave soon, she worried that they would not be able to.

“I do not know,” Tris responded. “Probably throw them into the corridor before we leave.”

Kyri turned around and took a couple steps further into the cabin. She traced her fingers over the crate they had placed against the wall. “What if he does not return?” she asked.

“Then we pray to Rell,” Tris responded just as a figure appeared in the doorway.

“Anyone miss me?” Ike said as he leaned against the frame. Kyri turned around and smiled at him. She could see the bruises forming on his face and the blood that stained his uniform. For some reason, she had been worried about him. She stretched out her hand to guide him up the step onto the shuttle floor.

As Ike made the movement, a blue pulse of energy shot through the corridor and hit him in the back. The force of the blow knocked him forward, halfway into the shuttle entryway. Time seemed to slow down for Kyri, as it had the day before when her brother died. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Anod stand up and throw his knife at the approaching marine. The blade embedding itself into the man’s chest and sending him to the hallway floor.

Kyri glanced out the door and could see three more men with large guns running toward her. They fired their guns, hitting various bulkheads while missing their targets. With her brain on auto-pilot, Kyri pulled the unconscious form of Ike fully into the shuttle and pressed the button to close the doors, locking all of them inside the shuttle with no way to escape.

Looking up from Ike, Kyri locked eyes with Anod, then Cornell, and finally with Tris. Desperation filled her gaze as she didn’t know what to do, not only to save them, but to save Ike if he was even still alive.

Delay on chapter 10

Posted: September 9, 2013 by Aaron Matthew Kaiser in Uncategorized

Hey, fellow chaositicians. This is my week for a chapter and you may have noticed that Sunday has come and gone and nothing new is up. I’ve been a bit under the weather the past few days, plus slammed with work, so I’m still working on my contribution to our combined masterpiece. I will be working hard to get it finished, polished up, and out to the masses sometime during the day Monday.

First Chaos – Ninth Chapter – Christina & Kella

Posted: September 2, 2013 by Kella in Chaos #1
Previous: Chapter Eight by Kella

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As much as Altair wanted to keep moving until they reached Stonehaven, he recognized that his men needed to rest and eat at some point. And while Misa looked as if she could keep on marching all night, Hadfar and the little one were not faring as well.

In addition to that, he did not want to approach the great Eltari city without a plan. To do so would be madness. His captain had done that, and look what had happened to him. He had been trussed up like some swine as an offering to Rell and the Eltari danced around his corpse, celebrating the death of the Pale One who had tried to steal the secrets of Jymm’s volcano. Altair had no desire to meet the same end; but judging from the glare Misa was giving him, she was reverently praying that something similar or much, much worse would come to pass.

He sighed, and glanced around, keeping his eyes open for a safe spot to stop. Unless… Perhaps they were closer to Stonehaven than he had thought. He glanced at the map on his datapad as they walked, entering in the coordinates his Cyrex gave him for their position. The datapad chirped and gave him an error.

Giving up on the map, Altair turned to Hadfar. “How much further, old friend?”

“I am surprised you do not remember.” The ancient Eltari said, his soft words sounding like a taunt to Altair’s ears.

“If I did remember, I would not be asking you know, would I?” The snarl escaped his lips before he could stop it. The child one of the marines was escorting let out a whimper, but Hadfar didn’t flinch. 

“If you tell him,” Misa glared in their direction as she was led past them. “May the Pale Ones feast on your soul.”

Hadfar did not respond or appear bothered by her insult in the slightest. However, Altair frowned after Eltari woman. His free hand balled at his side; if only there was a way to silence her sharp comments. Images of her face crunching beneath his fist flashed before his eyes, accompanied by a satisfied grunt in the back of his throat. It would be such a release… and it would certainly shut her up.

Altair shook his head sharply, clearing the urge with a concerted effort. Her death would only continue to drive a wedge between him and Tris. 

Perhaps they could jury rig a gag from one of the marine’s stinkiest socks.

He turned back to Hadfar to find the Eltari staring pointedly at his fist. Altair averted his eyes, forcing his fingers to uncurl as he called out to Corporal Jenng. “We’ll stop here. A thirty minute break, and then we’ll start moving again.”

Jenng nodded and relayed the order. Two marines were left watch over their captives, while the others broke open MREs. They chatted amongst themselves as they ate, joking with and teasing each other over this event or that even that had happened back on board the ship. Despite their mask of joviality though, Altair could feel the tension floating just beneath the surface. The men glanced at each other and their captives, their eyes hard, and once or twice this marine or that marine would take offense to something harmless. Thankfully Jenng always called them to order before a fight could erupt. It got damned close, though.

It had been like this before, Altair thought to himself. Everything had been going along just fine, and then the men had started snapping at each other over nothing until they had dissolved into chaos. How he had escaped the madness that first time was beyond him, but he could feel it clawing at his subconscious now, sinking its teeth into his temples.

It was this damn planet. The thing was cursed. Altair glanced at Hadfar, remembering the promise he had made all those years ago. Perhaps he should break it… He missed Terne. His sister was probably Head Matron of the regional board by now, with three or four little brats that looked just like her. They probably thought he was dead. By all rights, he should be, and this cursed rock along with him.

But then he remembered Tris, and the tension eased. He could not let her planet be destroyed. Not when he had the power to help prevent it.

One of the marines continued to stand while his comrades ate, frowning at the readout his datapad was giving him. “Sir, there is a group of four life forms, possibly Eltari, heading south.” He looked up from the glowing screen. “Permission to intercept?”

Altair hesitated; if the fleeing Eltari knew what had happened to the scout, that would mean Altair and his men could return to the ship. Perhaps Tris was in the group and he could reason with her. But Stonehaven was north by northeast, the opposite direction, and if the scout wasn’t with the southbound group, he’d lose any chance of catching up to him before he reached the city.

He shook his head. “Let them go.”

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The trek to the shuttle was a long one. Tris led them back the way they had come, through the remains of the burnt village, and past the charred remnants of Ike’s own downed vessel. When the smallest of the moons was at its zenith, Tris held out her arm, stopping their progress. Ike would have run smack into her if it hadn’t been for Anod grabbing the back of his uniform and stopping him. Annoyance flared within Ike, and he felt his lip curl as he glared back Anod. Anod simply stared back with golden eyes, in a look that said Ike was welcome to try his luck.

“Are we close?” Ike asked, sighing as he leaned against a nearby tree to catch his breath. Apparently, while the Cyrex had the ability to change his features and fool scans, it had done nothing to heal his wounds. The events of the day had torn his stitches and he could feel them bleeding through his bandages. As a result, he had struggled to keep up with the Eltari during their strenuous hike. He found himself wondering, not for the first time that evening, if Kyri and her kin were actually trying to kill him in some bizarre endurance test.

He frowned to himself as soon as the thought crossed his mind. No, that wasn’t right, he thought to himself, if they had been trying to kill him, they would’ve and could’ve done so long ago. Misa wouldn’t have tried to heal him, or told Kyri to say he was her ginko— no… ginasuran… whatever that was— and help him escape if that was the case.
Tris answered his question with a glare. She held up a finger to her lips, her head cocked as she listened to the forest around them. Satisfied that they were well and truly alone she finally spoke. “Yes, it is just over that ridge.” She crouched and started drawing in the dirt at their feet. “Now, Altair has left four men to guard it…”

“If you expect me to take down four men by myself, you’re crazy, lady.” Ike interrupted her before she could get very far.

“She did not say you would do it alone.” Kyri stared at him with a curious expression on her face. “You will have me and Anod by your side, as well as Tris.”

“Right, a cripple and two women. Fine team we make.”

Anod stepped closer to him. “With one hand, I am still a better fighter than you.”

Ike bared his teeth, a foreign anger swelling before he could contain it. “Care to test that theory now, stumpy?”

“Quiet please!” Tris snapped.

Her sharp tone brought Ike to his senses. He flushed from embarrassment, and ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, pushing it out of his face. “Sorry,” he muttered, not meeting Anod’s nonplussed gaze.

“As I was saying,” Tris continued. “There are four men guarding the ship. I do not wish to kill them, only stun them…”

“Even after what they did to our village? To Geneth?” Anod demanded in a hiss.

“Yes.” She avoided the younger Eltari’s eyes and continued to sketch out a rough diagram of the shuttle and its surroundings. “I will go in first and distract them.”

“But what if this Altair has told them about you?” Ike watched her, still wondering what her connection to the Ternian captain was. A wave of sadness and regret crashed over her face, but it was quickly covered by an emotionless mask.

“It’s a risk we will have to take. There are rocks here and here that Kyri can hide behind.” Tris pointed at either side of the diagram and glanced up at her niece.

Kyri nodded, clutching her bow and quiver with stiff fingers.

“Wipe purenlli sap on your tips, and aim for their legs or arms. Once the first goes down, I will take on the next guard, and Anod and Ike can take on the last two. Try to do it quickly so they have no time to warn Altair. Any questions?”

“Yes,” Ike held up his hand. “Ah… what is purenlli sap?”

Kyri pointed at the tree branches overhead. They hung low, almost brushing the tops of their heads, and were covered with thick bright green leaves that almost glowed in the moonlight. “The sap from a purenlli tree makes you senseless and sleepy.”

“Oh.” He stepped away from the tree, afraid that some of the thick yellow sap he could see clinging to the branches might fall on him. “Well then.”

“Let’s go.” Tris stood and ran the sole of her foot over the diagram, erasing what she had drawn. Tucking her wayward strands of hair into place, she smoothed her dark hands down the front of her tunic. With a sharp breath, she slid into character and stepped from the bushes as Kyri scurried off to take up position.

Anod tugged on Ike’s sleeve with his good hand, gesturing for Ike to follow as he skirted the ridge beneath the cover of green.

The shuttle wasn’t large, only slightly bigger than Ike’s had been, and not that much more impressive. It was certainly an older model; better had come out in the last decade or so, and that wing design was a dead giveaway to Ternian origins. Form over function. Ike rolled his eyes and snorted, drawing a stern glare from Anod. Ike glared back.

“Hold!” came a cry from the shuttle.

“Neurian, it is only me,” Tris replied coolly, her voice carrying in the stillness of the landing site. “Where is the rest of the landing party?”

“Still pursuing the target, ma’am. Let me see your hands.” Neurian was edging closer, rifle drawn.

Tris complied, slowly lifting her arms to give the appearance of locking her fingers behind her head. She took a casual step forward. “Is there a reason you’re pointing a gun at me?”

Neurian’s fellow guards had taken notice, stepping out of the shuttle to see what the fuss was about. Anod held his hand flattened in the air between him and Ike; wait for it…

Neurian shook his head. “S-stay there!”

Tris frowned. “You do not look well, Private. Perhaps you should lie down.”

“I said stay back!” Neurian snapped, beads of sweat dotting his forehead; he was flushed and there was a tremor of something barely controlled in his voice.

Ike could relate.

“I’m warning you…” Neurian’s fingers trembled, and for a moment Ike was afraid their plan would crash before it got off the ground.

Anod rapped him on the shoulder and he followed the pointing fingers to where two guards stood with their backs facing the bushes. Altair’s men were more interested in the growing paranoid protests from the back of the shuttle than their duties.

Tris smiled in the glare of the shuttle’s security light, her hands still raised in surrender. “Neurian, you look unwell. I have several herbs that could help with—”

“No! Keep your primitive witchcraft away from us!” Neurian roared, raising the butt of his gun as if to crash it against Tris’ forehead. The whizz and thwip of an arrow caused him to drop the gun. He cried out in equal shock and alarm, clutching at the shaft embedded in his tricep. Another arrow hissed through the air, catching him in the knee. He screamed, the sound fading within seconds as he slumped to the ground unconscious.

Anod surged forward before the two guards in front of him had a chance to react. With a fluid movement, he hooked his injured arm across one guard’s throat and held firm, bearing the man to the ground beneath him. Ike ducked as the guard’s companion swung his rifle at him. He charged into the other man, dodging swings and closing the gap so the weapon could not be brought to bear. Ike swept the marine’s legs from under him and followed Anod’s example, throwing himself atop the flailing body and wrapping his bare hands around the man’s throat in a crude choking maneuver. Ike’s vision narrowed into an almost claustrophobic tunnel; unable to see or hear anything except the man’s skin purpling in the shadows between Ike’s fingers, the blood rushing through his own ears…

He didn’t notice the man had stopped kicking until Tris hauled him up by the back of his shirt.

“Stun, not kill!” she hissed into his face, giving him a shake before throwing him against Anod. Anod let Ike stumble and catch himself on his own, busy fumbling with the man’s gun and utility belt one-handed.

Kyri rose from where she bent over the last guard at the back of the shuttle, removing her fingers from his pulse point and wiping her hand on her trousers.

Tris nodded curtly and grabbed Ike by the elbow. “All right. Into the shuttle, flyboy. The sooner you leave this planet, the better.”

“’Flyboy’?” Ike blinked at her as she jostled him up the small ramp and into the empty pilot’s seat.

She huffed and sealed the door behind Anod and Kyri as they cautiously entered the craft. “Live among them for long enough, you learn the language.”


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Blame aliens. (I do.)

Posted: September 2, 2013 by Kella in Uncategorized

Aliens are so much more exciting to blame than work-related stress and migraines, in any case.


Christina and I are collaborating on this chapter, but because of personal life batshittery, t’will be late. (As in, I’m typing it up in the morning, when I can see straight, ‘late’.)


I know, I know. “Get your shit together, Tyrone…”



Posted: August 30, 2013 by Kella in Chaos #1 Planning, FYI (Oi! Pay attention!)

To try to smooth out some of the bumps in the road, I’m going to be creating a little schedule box for the main page, so authors can look ahead to see when they’re next supposed to be writing and make advance arrangements if need be.

It’ll still be pretty chaotic though. Guaran-damned-teed.

If you’re an author and you know you’ve got schedule restrictions at any point in the next few weeks, please email me.

First Chaos – Eighth Chapter – Kella

Posted: August 27, 2013 by Kella in Chaos #1

Author’s Note:  Please forgive the lateness!

Previous: Chapter Seven by Kymele || Next: Chapter Nine by Christina & Kella

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Tris stopped to fill her water pouch from the stream, shielding it from reflecting the dusk’s glow with her free hand. If Altair was still Altair, she could reason with him. But if he wasn’t… there was no sense in giving Jenng and his men clues for their hunt. She closed her eyes for a moment and prayed to a god in which she had lost faith years ago.

Let him come to his senses…

Even as she whispered her hope to the forest, she wasn’t sure what it would mean if he had. The screams and fire flooded her memory, and Misa’s deadened eyes set Tris’ fingers trembling so that it took three tries to screw the cap back onto her canteen. Ten years. Ten years since she had seen that kind of violence, that cavalier assignment of death.

If Altair was truly lost to her, she needed to know. Needed to plan. The cargo left behind on his ship was too precious, too crucial to the future of the Eltari. If Altair was capable of such atrocity, had she and her great-grandfather entrusted their fate to the wrong man? Granted, they hadn’t exactly been flush with choice, but had she truly been so blinded by love for all these years that she had willingly tied her own fate, and that of her people, to a monster? In the wrong hands, those eggs in Altair’s cargo hold could spell the very end of Eltar.

She was so engrossed in her fear that it took a moment to realize she hadn’t heard the night birds calling for some time. Holding her breath, she scurried into the underbrush as the faint crush of twigs and desiccated leaves under military boots drew nearer.

“They can’t have gone far,” Altair’s voice rumbled from behind her. Splashes punctuated his words as his men crossed to the opposite bank. Tris peered through the brush, biting her lip to keep from crying out in relieved protest as Misa’s robes fluttered past; her sister was alive, but captive.

One of Jenng’s men carried a small child in his arms and, behind him, another soldier forcibly supported an elderly man by his withered upper arm. The old man slipped at the edge of the small river, crying out in pain as the soldier’s surer footing kept the prisoner’s arm from following him to his knees. He half-dangled as the soldier tried to wrangle him back onto his feet.

Tris stifled a gasp as the old man’s profile stood out in the rising light of the triple moons. Hadfar. He was still alive? That he had survived the destruction surrounding Tris’ initial departure was shock enough, but she hadn’t seen any indication of his presence in the village. There had been no sigils marking him as a reigning elder, and that was a lifetime appointment. It would be sacrilege for him to give up a position of such honor.

Then again, given where Tris had been for the last ten years, sacrilege would appear to be a hereditary inclination.

“I’ve got him.” Altair’s commanding tone halted the brief flailing as the captain rushed forward to lift Hadfar with surprising care. “Catch up with the others, Wilcox. Keep scanning for human life. We’ll be along shortly.”

The younger man nodded and splashed off.

“Altair,” Hadfar gasped, clinging to the captain’s uniform sleeve. “Altair, I am too old. I cannot continue.”

“Nonsense,” Altair said as he attempted to sling the old man’s arm across his own shoulders. “I have seen you perform incredible feats, old friend. This is nothing.”

“Old friend.” Hadfar’s tone was bitter. “You destroyed my village and killed one of my kin.” His feet didn’t move when Altair’s did, tugging his benevolent captor back as if by a short lead. The two men stared at each other, Hadfar’s gaze glittering, Altair’s face hidden from Tris’ view by the angle at which they stood. “Why do you do these things, Altair? We made a vow…”

“I have not broken mine.” Altair’s back stiffened as Hadfar barked a disdainful, humorless laugh. “What I do, I do for the protection of Eltar, this world. I did not mean for… I cannot make amends, and I will not promise any. But if that scout makes it to Stonehaven…”

“Will you destroy the Eltari to see them saved, then? How much more blood will you spill for the sake of one man?”

Altair’s sudden growl of frustration startled Hadfar, who wobbled on his feet. With a sigh, Altair eased the man to the large rock nearby.

“I should not have been so hasty in my orders,” Altair admitted in a low voice. Tris tensed, straining to hear the words but desperate not to disturb the tiny branches poking into her face and hands. Now that Altair had turned, Tris could see the lines of guilt in the pale shadows across his face. “I merely wanted to prevent further contamination. I mean,” he raked fingers through his hair, greying streaks shimmering in the moonlight, “haven’t we done enough to this world and its people?”

“Not by half, it would seem.” Her great-grandfather’s voice was colder than Tris could remember it ever being. “If this scout makes it to Stonehaven, what do you fear? That one man with a short-range comm unit and a medbag will undo decades of preparation? You and your men trampling unchecked through Eltar will do far more damage.”

“I’m trying to save this world! That one man is Council. You may not remember them, but once they get the scent of profitability… They’re like roaches. One means thousands to follow.” Altair hunched his shoulders and crouched to meet Hadfar eye-to-eye. “You were the one who warned me about what could happen… if they think the project is at risk… It’s why we’ve been standing guard for ten goddamned years!”

“And if we’re all dead before the RELL can decide our fate on its own?”

“We’ve each had to make difficult decisions to keep this planet viable.” Altair held his hands palms up, pleading. “Help me, Hadfar. You have the means.”

“I have already given you the greatest treasure this planet has to offer, and Tris to go with it.” Hadfar shifted on his rock and kneaded a stitch in his side. “Has she made any progress in all this time?”

“Some. We were getting close, I think, when… But even if I find her now…” Altair rubbed his face and shook his head, lifting it so that the glow of the moons caressed his tired features as they crested over the treeline.

Hadfar was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, Tris nearly missed the words beneath the sound of the burbling stream. “How long has it been since you and your team landed?”

“Midday, at least.”

“You must be gone by tomorrow’s nightfall, or history will repeat.”

“I can’t leave without containing that scout—“


“—And I won’t leave without Tris.”

“It is not she who is at risk for staying. This world was built for our kind, not yours. I would think your memory better than that.”

Altair grunted and stood, throwing a hand skyward in exasperation. “How can I remember consequences never explained to me? You never told me what caused that mess in the first place!”

“Because it was out of your control. As it is now.” Hadfar shook his head, a tremulous, jerky motion that threatened to tilt him off his perch. “If you wish to fulfill your vow, Altair, you must do so from orbit. You and your crew hold our fate in your hands, as you have since you first came here. Without those eggs…”

“You’ll get your damned eggs,” Altair snapped, his eyes sparking for a second as the light in them shifted. His chin jerked down and he flexed his hands at his sides. “I will complete my mission. My captain will not have died in vain. And I will honor my vow; I will not leave you defenseless.”

“If you stay past tomorrow, you will not remember these promises,” Hadfar insisted. “You felt it when you landed. It is why you have been acting so rashly.” He coughed, the force of it shaking his brittle frame, and leaned forward, a dark silhouette against the moons. “It is why you and your well-armed men will kill us all.”

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“Get up.”

Ike blinked groggily as Tris kicked him once more in the leg. “Wha…?” The knife pointed inches from his nose rendered him instantly alert. “Whoa! What’s going on?”

Kyri shifted in the crook of his arm, moaning at some retreating nightmare. She’d spent their brief respite in Tris’ absence kicking and flailing. Anod and Ike had taken her comfort in shifts, assuring her safety and soothing her back to slow, even breathing each time. Ike could only hope that when she woke this time, she’d be assuring his safety.

“Get. Up.” Tris repeated, taking a cautious step backward to bump against the confines of their hiding place. Ike carefully withdrew his arm from beneath Kyri’s head, holding his hand up in surrender. He darted a glance around the cramped confines. Anod was sitting on the other side of Kyri, observing this development with a neutral expression. The wounded Eltari met Ike’s eyes with a steady gaze and said nothing.

“Outside.” The knifepoint flicked toward the door and withdrew another couple of inches so that Ike could comply. “Leave the comm.”

The canopy of the giant tree obscured most of the moons’ light, the tiny flashes through the leaves sparking Tris’ eyes like fire. Her knife glinted in the shifting dark, and Ike had a wild half-lucid second to wonder why she carried such a primitive weapon. She dressed like she’d just touched down from space. Still, the damned thing looked pretty sharp.

“Are you going to kill me now?” Good. His voice didn’t shake. Maybe he could die with a shred of dignity.

“That depends on your answers.”

“You haven’t asked any questions.” Ike swallowed as the flickering moonlight danced along the blade and decided maybe bravado had its place. “What do you want to know?”

Tris didn’t respond right away. Her breath was heavy, like she’d run several miles over mountainous terrain, but her shadow stood tall and strong. “Why did you come here?”

Ike sighed. “I was just doing my job, lady. A few scans from orbit, a report, then on to the next system. Wouldn’t even be on this rock if that privateer ship hadn’t shot me down. I’d have happily been on my way.” He rubbed his naked wrist.

Tris’ gaze flicked down to observe his movements. “Altair and his men want to kill you. They will be within scanning range within moments. Convince me why I should not simply deliver you to them.”

Ike’s eyes widened and he spread his hands in his best non-threatening gesture, hoping that its impact wasn’t lost in the darkness. “I’ve done nothing but help you and your family since I got here!” Catching himself, he lowered his voice. “I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here, and I want to die even less. I can be useful. Or, if you don’t want me around, let me go and I’ll hide out somewhere until I can find a way home.”

Tris snorted. “I should leave you to the lema cats.”

A wave of anger rose up inside him and he lashed out before he could stop himself. “I didn’t ask for any of this! You and this Altair guy want to kill each other, fine by me, sister. Only leave me out of it. But if you’re gonna kill me, you’ve got one shot with that knife, so you’d better make it count.”

Tris opened her mouth, closing it again as they both heard branches breaking less than a klik away. She turned her head to look around the base of the tree for a second, whirling back to face Ike before he could make a play for her weapon.

“You will help us?” she whispered. “Whatever form that takes?”

“Yes, of course,” Ike bit out. “Not like I’m flush with options.”

Another branch snapped, this one closer and accompanied by men’s voices.

Tris appeared to come to a quick decision and lowered the knife. “Back inside.”

Closing the gnarled bark door behind them, Tris grabbed the Cyrex from Anod’s curious fingers. Kyri frowned at Ike as he flopped down next to her.


“Hush,” Tris rasped, fildding with Ike’s bracelet until a tiny port flipped open on the side. She ran her thumb over the tip of her knife and pressed it into the small hole. Lights strobed along the surface, followed by a muffled beep. She tossed the device back to Ike. “Hurry. Put it on.”

Ike did, puzzled until he heard the familiar artificial voice inside his mind.

//Genetic profile uploaded… Extrapolation complete. Engage camouflage mode now?”//

“Yes,” Ike whispered, unsure what he was agreeing to, but certain he wouldn’t like the alternative.

“Yes, what?” Kyri whispered back, then gasped. She scuttled back from Ike as if burned, colliding with an equally shocked Anod.

Ike had never done this before – never knew it could be done, for that matter – and now he knew why. He sucked in air through clenched teeth as his skin lit up in a furious itch. Looking down, he watched his hands darken, the fingers thinning and stretching until they resembled Anod’s. Searing pain shot through the tips of his ears and he bit the inside of his cheek to stifle an unmanly yelp.

Anod’s face was a picture, and Ike might have laughed if Tris hadn’t immediately put a finger to her closed lips. She looked to the door and doused the lamp by her feet, plunging the room into darkness.

The noises outside the tree were much louder now. Voices called to each other, muffled by the thick walls.

“They’re gone, sir! The readings, they’ve just… stopped!”

“Spread out. Look for a body.”

Ike held his breath, his newly-pointed ears pricked to listen as the soldiers shuffled around mere paces from his sanctuary. Kyri inhaled sharply as a dull thud sounded against the door. Ike reached out and threaded his long fingers through hers, squeezing gently. She slowly released her breath and squeezed back.

Every muscle in his body was tensed to flee. Ike tried to ignore the Cyrex chirping its warnings in his brain about his adrenal system and potential for cardiac arrhythmia. The only way to shut it up was to remove it, and that would be an instant death sentence. Just as the damned thing was beginning to make him weigh the risks in earnest, the sounds outside changed.

“Nothing, sir.”

“Impossible. Run the scans again.”

“I have, sir. Twice. No signs of human life within a three-klick radius. Some natives, but no humans, alive or dead.”

“He’s obviously still on the move. Must have gotten transportation somehow. We press on.”

“Should I call for the shuttle, sir?” A different, gruffer voice.

“No, Jenng. Leave it. Can’t risk it panicking the townspeople, touching down so close. We’ll form a strategy on the way. Move out.”

“Sir. You heard the captain!”

Footfalls in the distance, then nothing. Ike slowly released Kyri’s hand, flexing his own to encourage blood flow. He was turning to her to make sure she was okay when the scream from outside stopped him cold.

Tris!” The captain’s voice was flooded with emotion. “Tris, godsdammit!”

Ike’s gaze flew to Tris, or rather the dark corner where she had been sitting. She didn’t move, barely breathed. Long moments ticked by. Finally, muffled cracking and shuffling indicated the captain had left to join his men.

Tris coaxed the tiny lamp to flame again. Her eyes were haunted as they lifted to meet Ike’s. Anod and Kyri stared open-mouthed at her.

“Well, honey,” Ike drawled. “Seems like you’ve got some explaining of your own left to do…”

Tris stiffened and rubbed a hand over her face. “Not now. We need to move.”

“They are heading to Stonehaven!” Kyri hissed. “And their leader calls your name!” She looked at Anod. “We have to warn them!”

“Our plans have changed. We are not going to Stonehaven.”

They all looked at Tris, who was packing her kit.

“Then where…?” Anod began.

Tris ignored him, pinning Ike with a look. “You are still willing to help then?”

Ike lifted his hand along with one eyebrow. “Whatever form that takes, huh?” He sighed.  “I already know I’m going to regret this. Fine. Where are we going?”

“I have to get something important from the ship in orbit.” Tris gave Ike a ghost of a half-smile. “You are a pilot, yes?”

“A pilot without a shuttle,” Ike grumbled.

The smile widened. “Fortunately for us, I know where we can find one.”

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Slight Delay

Posted: August 25, 2013 by Kella in Uncategorized

War is hell. 

Work is war.

So is a preschooler.

Chapter Eight is forthcoming, but will be slightly delayed.

Thank you for your patience.




First Chaos – Seventh Chapter – Kymele

Posted: August 18, 2013 by Eden in Chaos #1
Previous: Chapter Six by Elise || Next: Chapter Eight by Kella

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Today the corridors seemed endless.  The same doors, the same white paint with blue trim for what seemed to be klicks… 4.3 klicks exactly according to her measurements.

That wouldn’t have bothered Huntwoda if it hadn’t been the seemingly endless procession of the same faces too.  Or rather, the same face…


She tried to look directly ahead of her and walk as if she caught up in her own thoughts.  Most everyone else was doing the same, of course.  Her thoughts were no different from anyone else’s, or rarely were.  Like all her siblings, she was careful not to attract Mother’s attention in her non-working periods.

At last, she reached the door she needed.  Pressing her hand to the sensor at the side, she waiting as the lock analyzed her id and compared her presence to the schedule on the main system.

The screen turned a soft yellow. |Reader Huntwoda, not on schedule| the ubiquitous electronic voice that droned on in the lifts, the terminals, even her medicine cabinet, said.

She had expected this, of course.  “I know that.  I asked for extra allowance to study an anomalous reading I received yesterday.”

|Reader Huntwoda, not on schedule| the voice said again; its androgynous tone more annoying for the repetition.

The screen turned blank grey.

Huntwoda pressed her hand against the screen again.  Mother Herself had always told them to pursue anomalies to the fullest.  She was only doing what was required.

Again the yellow screen, the electronic drone… not on schedule.  Huntwoda did this twice more before the screen turned not yellow, but red.  Instead of the electronic drone, a voice, a real voice came over the speaker.  |Huntwoda, what are you doing?  You are not scheduled for Ember Reading for two lossbreaks.  Go to the GreenHalls and rest or get some food from the commissary.|

She had been expecting the shift supervisor to answer her this way, but the voice sounded more like her enclave aide, Milund.  She felt her resolve quaver a bit.  Then giving herself a small shake, she placed her hand back to the sensor.  If her aide had gone to the supervisor’s office, then the supervisor already knew the anomaly existed.

Even if Milund considered her a bit obsessive about her work, the man couldn’t dispute that her job was to follow all anomalous readings to their logical end.  The project was too important to ignore the possible presence of the stochastic.

A stray thought brushed through her head.  Random happenings were what this whole project revolved around—the constant study of ergodic states.  Readings were merely to record the random happenings so that the statisticians could later analyze the data and devise adjustments to the habitat and terrain that would decrease the number of anomalous records.

It had worked.  The project had not experienced an anomaly in almost ten years.

That had been when Huntwoda herself had first been brought onto the project as a Reader.  She’d only left her training cell for less than a week at the time, not even long enough for her skills to be considered and directed.  Nevertheless, she still remembered the rules she’d been taught in those first days when the anomalies had overwhelmed the Reading Enclaves.  The anomalies–the deaths, she reminded herself, drawing up once more Mother’s lessons about the care and consideration all Readers must exercise in their duties…  Essential parts of the project or not, objects of study or not, the ember readings meant that a life had been ended, that one of the aboriginals on one of the study worlds—in this case VX376—had died.

She didn’t even know the planet’s name, only that the anomalies from yesterday and ten years ago both came from VX376, and that she was sure the incidents were related.

Huntwoda almost let her hand slip from the sensor in her distraction.  Though no one had yet opened the door, she was sure that someone would soon, if only to get her to stop making the alarm ring in the supervisor’s office.

As if in answer to her thoughts, the door slid open.  Standing before her, preventing her from walking in, were both the supervisor and Milund.  Both were frowning.

Huntwoda smiled to herself.  She had always liked the way she looked when she frowned, so serious and thoughtful.  Though the expression didn’t work as well on masculine features as feminine ones, she decided, having both to look at now.

Jaw is too heavy…  Huntwoda stopped the idle thoughts as best she could.  Time to deal with the matter at hand.  Ignoring her aide, she directed her attention to the supervisor, Fortanine.  Though a younger clone than she was, Huntwoda couldn’t deny that Fortanine had a talent for working with people and keeping her office running at peak efficiency.

“Supervisor Fortanine,” she said, making a point to show the woman proper respect with the bow of her head.  She may have annoyed the woman for the last several moments with the door alarm, but she had not done it to cause problems, but rather to prevent them.

“Reader Huntwoda,” the supervisor said with an extra soft tone.  “You should not be here.”

“I requested the extra time to study an anomaly, Supervisor.  Surely you were given my request by your assistant.”  Normally she wouldn’t have been so blunt about the possibility of failure on the part of the woman’s aide, but with her own standing behind the supervisor with a self-righteous expression, she knew she needed to make a point.  She looked back up to meet the woman’s gaze.

Supervisor Fortanine nodded.  “I was given the request.  That is why I asked your aide to show me your records of the Readings from yesterday, Huntwoda.  I saw no anomaly in the Reading.”

Though she knew she should stay calm, Huntwoda felt her muscles contracting with anger.  Until she had finished the recording and had the time to store the ember-soul safely, no one should have touched her work.  The risk of contamination alone was unacceptably high.  The risk of lost information was even higher.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t have missed the anomaly if my aide had not taken it upon himself to analyze the incomplete Reading for presentation,” she said, knowing her tone was sharper than it should be, but feeling unable to help herself.

The supervisor’s brow rose slightly. “The record is incomplete?  According to the timestamps you started work on this…”  The woman glanced back to Milund.

“Geneth, Supervisor Fortanine.  The reading is of a male aboriginal of the name Geneth.”

The supervisor nodded again then turned back to face Huntwoda.  “This Geneth’s ember reading came in at the beginning of your shift.”

Huntwoda nodded slightly.  “Yes, Supervisor, it did.”

“One Reading on one young male took your whole shift, and you still have an incomplete record, Reader Huntwoda?”

She’d expected this question.  Fortanine had asked it earlier in the interview than Huntwoda had expected, but at least she’d considered her answer well.  It still might sound obsessive, but being obsessive about doing one’s work well could not be a bad thing.  Could it?  “Yes, Supervisor.  There were outside elements in the ember reading.  Other presences, as if the death was one of many, but the only one recorded.  I spent my shift trying to filter the extra elements.  The record I had prepared so far was clean, but it was only part of the original ember transmission.  Would you like to see a copy of the original Reading for comparison?”

Supervisor Fortanine’s brow furrowed.  The woman’s gaze focused straight ahead of her suddenly, a sign that she was communing with Mother Rell.

Huntwoda held her breath.  Sure as she was about her actions, she still found the idea of drawing Mother’s attention to her choice uncomfortable.  She watched for the supervisor’s expression to change, wondering if Mother would wish to speak to her directly to see her memories of the Reading.  Would she have to clear her mind for the examination?  She’d never had to submit to a testing before, though she’d known others in the RELL who had.  They’d survived and stayed on the project by luck and Mother’s mercy, or so they’d claimed.

Before she fully registered Supervisor Fortanine’s focus on her, the other woman’s eyes changed color as the visualization chips in the woman’s corneas came online.  Huntwoda tried not to flinch under the silver gaze.  “Mother Rell,” she said, again bowing her head with respect.

Despite the stories, she felt no invasive presence within her head.  She felt nothing, save the discomfort of knowing that Mother Rell had been disturbed from Her work to attend to a scheduling issue.  But Huntwoda had done her job according to the regulations.  She’d been careful to ensure an accurate recording.  She’d asked for extra time with the proper forms.  She’d even….

Suddenly it occurred to her to wonder why Milund was there getting extra time on the schedule and not her.  Had he requested time too?  What project was he working that she didn’t know of?

The supervisor’s gaze turned toward Huntwoda’s assistant as Mother Rell assessed the situation through her.  Milund’s expression shifted from unconcerned to uncertain.  An expression close to sickness took over his features.  He swallowed and looked away.

Huntwoda watched, wondering what it meant.  She was left to wonder as the supervisor gave a slight shake and Fortanine’s connection to Mother ended.  All that Fortanine did was wave her into the Reading Enclaves room.  “Your extra time, Reader Huntwoda, has been granted for the remainder of the cycle.   Friend Milund, you will wait in my office until the Guardians come to retrieve you.”

After giving the supervisor another quick bow, Huntwoda hurried in to her assigned enclave, not even willing to think about what she’d just heard.  She busied herself gathering measurements of the data stream, offering a sample of her blood and attaching the testing electrode to the sensor by her temple so that her biorhythms could be read.  When she realized she had spent several moments comparing her biorhythms with those from yesterday as opposed to actually starting work, she sat down at the edge of her reading chair.  She didn’t lean back, not ready yet, despite her earlier urgency to start work as soon as she’d rested and eaten.

Now, she admitted, she needed to process all that had happened at the door.  Mother Rell had given her extra time for some reason.  A lot of extra time…  The cycle had just begun two rest periods ago.  In all her experience as a Reader, she’d never heard of a single Reading being assigned that much attention.  Moreover, Mother had demoted her assistant from an Aide to a Friend—a Friend who was being taking into custody by the Guardians.

What she found?

What did this Geneth have to tell them about the status of the project that her Aide hadn’t wanted them to know?

Huntwoda settled herself as best she could.  Before leaning back to allow the Readings to come to her, she glanced up, as was proper, to the placard over her seat.  The sign of the great stones, the ring of eyes… the dream of place that it meant for all the RELL.  She saw it every day.  Every day she received the chance to work with the bringer of a Reading, she looked at it and hoped.  Would this Reading be the one that would end the project?  The one that would let them know they had been successful?

She closed her eyes, the image emblazoned in her head.

“May you help us find our new home, Geneth,” she murmured.

Something akin to laughter filled her head.  Stunned, she fell back into her chair, helpless as the remotes took over and attached themselves, pressing into her head, filling her with the life of dead Geneth from VX376.


Altair had originally intended to have Jenng and his men handle interrogations in the ruins of the village.  When the men had finished the survey and come back with only a child and a withered specimen of a native who had been hiding in the brush near the clearing, he’d already changed his mind.

He felt especially glad he’d reconsidered, given how his Eltari prisoner responded to the presence of their new captives.

The woman looked first at the child.  She said nothing.  The old one she spit at before looking back to the child again.  “You shame yourself, child.  The fire is there.  Run to it.  Let it take you to Rell’s embrace and cleanse your soul of his touch.”

The old geezer in Jenng’s grip said nothing.  He made no attempt to wipe the spittle from his face, letting it dangle off as he looked at his feet.  The child looked at him, and though one of Jenng’s men held him solidly, the child drew back from the Eltari ancient as if suddenly repulsed.

Thing of it was…  Altair recognized the man.  Ten years had done the man no favors, but then, they hadn’t done him any favors either…

But if Tris’ great-grandfather was still alive, then perhaps things hadn’t been as bad as he feared.  Granted, the man was no more popular with the villagers than he’d been then, but they hadn’t killed him, as the man had feared would happen back then.  And Tris had proven to him for years enough now that these people were not simple barbarians.  Bad feelings or not, if they could talk, they could find peace.

If this self-righteous witch would let him talk without resorting to insults and personal attacks

Instead of dwelling on his female prisoner’s behavior, Altair motioned for Jenng to bring the old Eltari to him.  “Hadfar?” he asked.  He was pretty sure it was the man, but just in case…

The man blinked slowly, looking up from where he had been shuffling weakly beside the corporal.  “You know me?”  Rheumy eyes took their time focusing on him, then widened in surprise.  “Captain Altair!”  He gasped.  A look of horror filled the man’s weathered face.  “You came back?  You cannot come back!  You must leave here.  It will be the end of all of us if you stay.  Leave now, before it’s too late!”

“Humph!” grunted his female prisoner.  “Why does it not surprise me that you two monsters know each other?”

Hadfar looked back over to the woman, his expression turning pleading.  “Misa, child… You…”

The witch spit in their direction again, pulling fiercely at the bindings that held her.  Despite her clear age, her struggles were making headway.  “Quiet, Monster!  You have no right to speak my name as kin may!”

Altair felt his brow rise.  Even as he considered the name, things became clearer….  Tris had once spoken of her sister, Misa—more than once, really—and how much she missed the woman.  He motioned for Jenng to let go of the feeble Hadfar.  “Make sure her bindings are tightened, corporal.  Be as gentle as you can about it, but don’t let yourself get hurt.”

The corporal nodded and stepped off to do as he’d been told.  No salute again…

Altair sighed.  There was trouble coming from that man.  In Al-Terne’s name, he prayed it would wait until they were safe on the ship.  The last time Hadfar had warned him of trouble, he had ignored the old man, thinking him too old and weak-minded to know what he was talking about.

He was not about to make the same mistake again.  He reached out gently to clasp the old man’s arm.  “Come with Hadfar.  I want to know what is happening.”


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