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.Wecannot stay here much longer.If at all possible, try to assemble all of thesepeople here in the next couple of weeks."DP's eyes opened wide as he exclaimed, "Two weeks!""Two weeks," Crash returned evenly."Sooner, if possible.""You never like things done the easy way, do you Boss?" DP replied jokingly."As long as I'm going back there, do you want me to overthrow the PLAG in myspare time?""Well," Crash retorted, "if you think you have the time, you might as well dothat too."DP just crossed his eyes and bit his lip.Turning toward Lynn, Crash said, "If you're up to it, I would like you andNessi to assist DP.Your knowledge of systems and his engineering expertisemight be useful, both in organizing this mission and selecting possiblecandidates to assist us.It is very important for our survival!""Of course, Crash," she replied."I'll help anyway I can.You know that.I'msure Nessi feels the same way.""Then it's settled.Let's get it done."DP helped Lynn to her feet, and they turned to leave the tent.Just as theyreached the door, Lynn looked back over her left shoulder, and with a slightsmile, blew Crash a small but perceptible kiss.Dense as he was in these matters, Crash stood rigidly still, as if he were astatue of bronze, paralyzed and cold.As usual, he didn't truly comprehend themeaning of that simple gesture until after Lynn had left.As had happened somany times in the past, he belatedly realized that it was too late to doanything about it.***Crash spent the next few hours studying the latest data on the SEG wavefunctions: data acquired during the creation of the hulls for the three latestships.In the course of his study, it dawned on him that these new ships didnot have a name or Class designation.In light of Chaelmic's recentrevelations, he pondered this question for some time, within the context ofhis present and future objectives.Eventually, he decided that they would bedesignated as a destroyer class of vessels known as the Hakarsha class.Hetruly believed that he would be able, in conjunction with the Clark classfrigates, to defend his fleet adequately against any conceivable threat.Healso realized that Chaelmic would most likely disagree with that assessment.While contemplating this overall situation, Nengis entered his tent in a huff.Obviously agitated, he did not attempt to conceal his disgruntlement."Nengis," Crash greeted him, surprised by his unexpectedly sudden appearance."How can I be of assistance?"The highest-ranking religious figure on Matar, Nengis expected anyone heconfronted to cower face down in total submission at the instant he enteredany room.He stood there full of regal pomposity, waiting for Crash to bowbefore him in homage.When Crash asked him if he would like to take a seat, hebecame unhinged."I am deeply insulted by your uncivilized irreverence, Mufrid Tyson," Nengisstated sharply."You must recognize and respect my position as religiousleader of the Matarin people.It is expected!"Realizing that he had just made a serious cultural gaff, Crash quickly bowedwith his hands folded, and said in a placatory tone, "I meant no disrespect,Qa'id Nengis.I was simply preoccupied with serious matters and startled byyour unexpected arrival."Nengis stood motionless, staring down at Crash with piercing eyes, so as toinsure that Crash clearly understood his superior position.Little did Crashknow how much more was about to occur.Nengis continued his piercing gaze for quite some time before he replied, "Youtruly are Mufrid, the Solitary one.Your universe truly lies beyond that ofmortal men! It is I that should bow to you, Mufrid Tyson."Page 143 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlUncomfortable being assigned any role in any significant cultural ritual,Crash sought to dissuade Nengis from viewing him that way."Nevertheless," Nengis continued, "You are what you are, even if you are notyet aware of it."In order to deflect any hostility that might arise through such a debate,Crash graciously accepted Nengis's culturally biased opinion.Hastily changingthe focus of the discussion, Crash asked, "What matter do you wish to discusswith me, Qa'id?"Nengis stood silently for a moment before stating; "The appearance of thethree great ships has brought consternation to many of my people.I fear thatthese ships may be a sign of the imminent return of the Ta'irjaun - that theywill bring great misfortune to us all.""The Ta'irjaun?" Crash asked."I do not understand.""The great black flying beasts," Nengis replied."Where they go, only deathsurvives them.""Surely that is nothing but an ancient myth, Qa'id," Crash repliedreassuringly."Ancient, yes," Nengis replied."A myth? That is not as certain."From under his garment, he removed a rather large artifact."This is theancient Holy Book of Quan, by which all our people live," Nengis stated."Oneof its most sacred tenets is this: 'Seek not the unknown.To do so shallsurely bring thine own destruction.'"Having opened the ancient Holy Book of Quan, he handed it to Crash."See foryourself."Upon hearing the name of Quan, all of Crash's internal alarms went off in hishead, screaming like a banshee between his ears.After considering all thathad recently happened in conjunction with Chaelmic's warning, he could notaccept the coincidence and similarity of the names.It brought back manyrecent memories, all of them bad.As Crash slowly paged through the Book ofQuan, Nengis described the various meanings of both word and picture.Crashturned one more page and his eyes froze onto an almost perfect representationof a Cren frigate: an artifact that Nengis described as the Ta'irjaun.My God! Crash thought.The ramifications of this are staggering.Thedrawings of the frigates and the name Quan are much too relevant to thecurrent situation to be considered coincidental!Panicked, Crash searched for answers.His tone intense, Crash asked, "Nengis,who is this Quan?"Nengis nervously peered at Crash for several moments before replying."Manythousands of years ago, during the height of our civilization's great quest,Quan was the leader of our people.Being the first to realize the errors wemade as a people, he wrote a new path of life for the Martarin people in this,his book of fulfillment.Even today, some believe that P-Quan came from thestars themselves.Most believe, however, that he was born on Matar.In anycase, he saved us from the certain destruction that we were about to bringdown upon ourselves through our reckless quest for the new knowledge we wereabout to discover."Crash's mind reeled.He could think of several very convoluted variations tothe meaning of the word destruction that could be applied here.None of themwere good."Qa'id," Crash said in the most serious tone."I believe I know Quan.I havespoken to him myself!"His glare as hard and bright as diamonds, Nengis asked, "How do you know Quan?He is not of your people [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Wecannot stay here much longer.If at all possible, try to assemble all of thesepeople here in the next couple of weeks."DP's eyes opened wide as he exclaimed, "Two weeks!""Two weeks," Crash returned evenly."Sooner, if possible.""You never like things done the easy way, do you Boss?" DP replied jokingly."As long as I'm going back there, do you want me to overthrow the PLAG in myspare time?""Well," Crash retorted, "if you think you have the time, you might as well dothat too."DP just crossed his eyes and bit his lip.Turning toward Lynn, Crash said, "If you're up to it, I would like you andNessi to assist DP.Your knowledge of systems and his engineering expertisemight be useful, both in organizing this mission and selecting possiblecandidates to assist us.It is very important for our survival!""Of course, Crash," she replied."I'll help anyway I can.You know that.I'msure Nessi feels the same way.""Then it's settled.Let's get it done."DP helped Lynn to her feet, and they turned to leave the tent.Just as theyreached the door, Lynn looked back over her left shoulder, and with a slightsmile, blew Crash a small but perceptible kiss.Dense as he was in these matters, Crash stood rigidly still, as if he were astatue of bronze, paralyzed and cold.As usual, he didn't truly comprehend themeaning of that simple gesture until after Lynn had left.As had happened somany times in the past, he belatedly realized that it was too late to doanything about it.***Crash spent the next few hours studying the latest data on the SEG wavefunctions: data acquired during the creation of the hulls for the three latestships.In the course of his study, it dawned on him that these new ships didnot have a name or Class designation.In light of Chaelmic's recentrevelations, he pondered this question for some time, within the context ofhis present and future objectives.Eventually, he decided that they would bedesignated as a destroyer class of vessels known as the Hakarsha class.Hetruly believed that he would be able, in conjunction with the Clark classfrigates, to defend his fleet adequately against any conceivable threat.Healso realized that Chaelmic would most likely disagree with that assessment.While contemplating this overall situation, Nengis entered his tent in a huff.Obviously agitated, he did not attempt to conceal his disgruntlement."Nengis," Crash greeted him, surprised by his unexpectedly sudden appearance."How can I be of assistance?"The highest-ranking religious figure on Matar, Nengis expected anyone heconfronted to cower face down in total submission at the instant he enteredany room.He stood there full of regal pomposity, waiting for Crash to bowbefore him in homage.When Crash asked him if he would like to take a seat, hebecame unhinged."I am deeply insulted by your uncivilized irreverence, Mufrid Tyson," Nengisstated sharply."You must recognize and respect my position as religiousleader of the Matarin people.It is expected!"Realizing that he had just made a serious cultural gaff, Crash quickly bowedwith his hands folded, and said in a placatory tone, "I meant no disrespect,Qa'id Nengis.I was simply preoccupied with serious matters and startled byyour unexpected arrival."Nengis stood motionless, staring down at Crash with piercing eyes, so as toinsure that Crash clearly understood his superior position.Little did Crashknow how much more was about to occur.Nengis continued his piercing gaze for quite some time before he replied, "Youtruly are Mufrid, the Solitary one.Your universe truly lies beyond that ofmortal men! It is I that should bow to you, Mufrid Tyson."Page 143 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlUncomfortable being assigned any role in any significant cultural ritual,Crash sought to dissuade Nengis from viewing him that way."Nevertheless," Nengis continued, "You are what you are, even if you are notyet aware of it."In order to deflect any hostility that might arise through such a debate,Crash graciously accepted Nengis's culturally biased opinion.Hastily changingthe focus of the discussion, Crash asked, "What matter do you wish to discusswith me, Qa'id?"Nengis stood silently for a moment before stating; "The appearance of thethree great ships has brought consternation to many of my people.I fear thatthese ships may be a sign of the imminent return of the Ta'irjaun - that theywill bring great misfortune to us all.""The Ta'irjaun?" Crash asked."I do not understand.""The great black flying beasts," Nengis replied."Where they go, only deathsurvives them.""Surely that is nothing but an ancient myth, Qa'id," Crash repliedreassuringly."Ancient, yes," Nengis replied."A myth? That is not as certain."From under his garment, he removed a rather large artifact."This is theancient Holy Book of Quan, by which all our people live," Nengis stated."Oneof its most sacred tenets is this: 'Seek not the unknown.To do so shallsurely bring thine own destruction.'"Having opened the ancient Holy Book of Quan, he handed it to Crash."See foryourself."Upon hearing the name of Quan, all of Crash's internal alarms went off in hishead, screaming like a banshee between his ears.After considering all thathad recently happened in conjunction with Chaelmic's warning, he could notaccept the coincidence and similarity of the names.It brought back manyrecent memories, all of them bad.As Crash slowly paged through the Book ofQuan, Nengis described the various meanings of both word and picture.Crashturned one more page and his eyes froze onto an almost perfect representationof a Cren frigate: an artifact that Nengis described as the Ta'irjaun.My God! Crash thought.The ramifications of this are staggering.Thedrawings of the frigates and the name Quan are much too relevant to thecurrent situation to be considered coincidental!Panicked, Crash searched for answers.His tone intense, Crash asked, "Nengis,who is this Quan?"Nengis nervously peered at Crash for several moments before replying."Manythousands of years ago, during the height of our civilization's great quest,Quan was the leader of our people.Being the first to realize the errors wemade as a people, he wrote a new path of life for the Martarin people in this,his book of fulfillment.Even today, some believe that P-Quan came from thestars themselves.Most believe, however, that he was born on Matar.In anycase, he saved us from the certain destruction that we were about to bringdown upon ourselves through our reckless quest for the new knowledge we wereabout to discover."Crash's mind reeled.He could think of several very convoluted variations tothe meaning of the word destruction that could be applied here.None of themwere good."Qa'id," Crash said in the most serious tone."I believe I know Quan.I havespoken to him myself!"His glare as hard and bright as diamonds, Nengis asked, "How do you know Quan?He is not of your people [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]