Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2024 23:57:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Joseph Klimczak <at3unit3@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tales of Sol 75

The Tales of Sol 75
By Joe at3unit3@yahoo.com

This is a fictional story it is not intended to imply that any members of
the Backstreet Boys, Nsync, or 98 Degrees are gay, or any of the other
celebrities mentioned are homosexuals. If you are not old enough to read
these stories do yourself a favor and don't get caught. The same goes for
those people whose countries have these sites made illegal. And for
everyone else enjoy

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To those who've been reading Tales of Sol. I want you to know that while
there is sex in this story. That is not is sole purpose and yes I do hope
the sex sense makes you all hard and gets you off.

Sol is an adaption from my childhood favorite show Captain Planet and the
Planeteers, The cartoon showed us that the world can be a better place if
we took a few moments to care for it.

Tales of Sol is meant to express hope.

It also shows how music can have an impact in our lives. While I don't know
if my favorite bands 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys, or Nsync have ever read
this. They saw me through some of the hardest moments of my life and
offered in their own way hope. To them, I say thank you.

I dedicate the Tales of Sol to all of my brothers and sisters of the US
Armed Service past, present, and future.

I like to thank my friends whom I had the privilege of showing these
chapters with. They helped with editing and inspiration,

John Rivera, Albert-Russ Alan Rivera-Odum, Derbe.D. Hunte Yvette Ortiz
Samuel Diaz Jr for all their help in Making The Tales of Sol an enjoyable
story to write.

And I have a few other names starting with the beginner of this universe.

James is the author of Tales of a Real Dark Knight. I still hope to
reconnect with you dear friend and all the rest of this series.

Blake the author of Tales of a New Phoenix

Jeremi author of the Tales of Young Mutants

I am adding a few more remarks. I have entered into the 21st century of AI
editing, I have been using various AI programs to help with grammar checks,
clarity, and improvements to my story.

This story was edited with the help of GPT Workspace, Grammarly, Microsoft
Copilot, and Quillbot AI software.

AI Use Disclosure: I used GPT Workspace to generate some text for my story,
Grammarly to check my grammar and spelling, Microsoft Copilot to write some
code snippets, and Quillbot to paraphrase some sentences. I verified the
accuracy and originality of the AI-generated content and cited the sources
that I used for reference.

References:

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Inc. https://gptworkspace.com/

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The Tales of Sol 75

Sleeper Awaking

With the night still cradling us in its quiet embrace, Brian and I made our
way back to the hotel. I cast him a quizzical glance, my brow raised in
wordless question at his surprising boldness earlier.

"What?" Brian justified his behavior with a grin that expressed humorous
courage. "I considered it, and apparently, so did you," he said smugly.

"There was considering and there is practically having sex on the dunes," I
said.

Brian said, "I know feeling both your asses was certainly the best part of
the walk," which surprised me. Brian caught on, "Mike, what is it?"

I replied, "Having fun with Rob was nice, but it wasn't the highlight of
our walk, at least not to me; even that spontaneous sea rescue can't
compare to being able to walk on the beach of Hawaii with you there,
Brian."

Brian looked down at his feet; he even lost what little he had as a hardon,
"Mike, that isn't what I meant, I love you so much."

When he looked back up at me "Mike watching you without even a moment's
hesitation jump into the Pacific Ocean and swim out to save a young boy in
distress was absolutely incredible."

I took his hand and kissed the back of it, "It was just the thought of
us--you, me, and Rob--having fun that was too enticing not to do it," Brian
confessed

A sigh escaped me, a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "That was
certainly something," I acknowledged, my smile soft.

As the elevator doors slid shut, enclosing us in its private cocoon, Brian
leaned in close, igniting a kiss filled with the fervor of our shared
affection. However, our moment was abruptly interrupted by the lurch of the
building--a minor tremor quivered through the hotel, halting the elevator,
and evoking the all-too-familiar sensation of being at sea. I steadied
myself and muttered, "That's three."

Once the elevator resumed its ascent, Brian's curiosity rose to the
surface. "What do you mean, 'three'?"

"I felt the ground shake during the concert, and there was another before
Kilauea," I revealed, considering the sequence of tremors we'd experienced.

Concern etched onto Brian's handsome features. "Should we be worried?" he
pressed, seeking clarity.

I pondered his unease before responding. "Might just be Kilauea
breathing--a volcano's exhale," I suggested lightly, attempting to quell
any rising fear.

"But you mentioned 'three'," he remembered, latching onto my count.

"Small quakes are the norm around Kilauea," I said, keeping my tone even,
hoping to transmit a sense of calm I didn't wholly feel myself. "Gaia would
alert me if there was real cause for alarm," I reassured him, and us both.

Brian found some comfort in my words, yet skepticism lingered--a
reflection, perhaps, of my partial disclosure, an abridged version of my
concerns.

Silently, I reached out to the Spirit of the Earth with a mental plea for
insight. "Gaia, what's happening?" I queried within the quiet of my mind.

The response came, veiled but ominous. "Just be ready," the voice whispered
back.

I kept the message to myself, not ready to stir further anxiety in
Brian. Instead, I resolved internally to be vigilant, to remain on the
watch for what Gaia's cryptic counsel might herald. Whatever was brewing
beneath us, I'd face it as Sol, as Mike, as Earth's guardian, entrusted
with both her mysteries and her murmurings.

Stepping out of the elevator, the faint vibration of the tremor lingered in
my mind, a worrisome omen of sorts. "Not a good sign," I mulled quietly.

Nick was waiting as we reached our floor, his concern evident. "Did either
of you feel that earthquake?" he asked immediately.

"Yes, we were in the elevator," Brian confirmed, his voice steady, a
testament to the unnerving experience.

"What's happening?" Nick directed his gaze at me, searching for an answer I
hadn't fully formed myself.

I repeated the same explanation I had given Brian. "I'm not sure yet, but
I'll check with the USGS tomorrow to see what they know."

Nick's response to my uncertainty was tinged with sarcasm. "Your
reassurance is overwhelming," he said, though the glint in his eye belied
his genuine worry.

"Sorry, I can't give you more right now." I apologized, the limitations of
my knowledge feeling unusually constricting.

Brian, sensing the tension, steered us back to the topic of the earlier
rescue. Even as others joined our conversation, his narrative didn't reveal
the details I had shared with him in private about the encounter with the
humpback whale and its link to Gaia.

AJ, always looking for camaraderie, suggested getting Rob Thomas in on the
hangout, while Nick's mind wandered, envisioning less platonic scenarios
involving the musician.

As the conversation unfolded, I excused myself, reminding Brian of the need
to freshen up. In the solitude of our room, I turned to meditation, seeking
clarity and calm.

Drawing my mind towards Kilauea, after my run-in with this volcano, my
senses were still in tune with it and what I got was that despite its fiery
core churning, it was somewhat assuring. The volcano exhibited its typical
behavior, showing no signs of an impending outburst. "If not Kilauea, then
where?" my thoughts wandered.

As I turned my mind's eye away from the iconic volcano. I took in the
entire island, looking at all of Hawaii's volcanoes, active and dormant. I
even looked for the so-called dead ones.

Of all the volcanoes, Mauna Loa was one that piqued my interest during my
search. I could see into its magma chamber in my mind's eye, which only
told me that the volcano was still active, but I also knew that Mauna Loa
had been dormant for decades.

"How active?" I pondered, my inner sight diving into the depths of the
volcano. No definitive answers emerged, just the constant churn of the
Earth's belly and Gaia's cryptic warning echoing through my being.

I flicked my phone to life and reached out to the Lair. Dave's voice
greeted me on the other end, unaware of the maelstrom of questions ravaging
my thoughts. "How's Hawaii, Mike?"

Taking a deep breath, I prepared to answer, the weight of responsibilities
anchoring my reply. Hawaii was breathtaking as always, but beneath its
paradise facade, I sensed the stirrings of something more--something that
kept me vigilant and ready to serve as Earth's sentinel, no matter the
mystery broiling beneath the surface.

Attempting to keep the mood light, I played down the day's adventures. "Oh,
the usual Hawaii stuff--sun, sand, and just a dash of high-stakes marine
rescue," I said with affected nonchalance.

Dave, familiar with my undertakings, mentioned the news reports. "Heard
about Sol's heroics with the shipwreck and Kilauea," he said, his pride
evident through the phone.

"Speaking of volcanoes, there is a situation here." I began my report. I
shifted the conversation to more pressing concerns. "There's a potential
issue brewing with the volcanoes here," I briefed him. I told him about the
minor quakes, which led me to connect to the Earth to find the culprit
behind them. Dave's worry was palpable, even through the phone. "And you're
not certain Mauna Loa's behind these tremors?"

I clarified, "Mauna Loa is definitely the source. But as for the `when,'
that uncertainty's the problem." I was contemplating my next steps when I
caught sight of Brian in the doorway, his expression etched with worry. "I
need to check with the USGS," I told Dave. I hoped their expertise could
shed light on the situation and give us time to prepare for anything.

Brian's words cut through my thoughts. "Thought you were in the restroom?"

"Yeah, I also had to change out of the wet clothes," I explained, gesturing
to my dry outfit.

"I miss seeing you in wet clothes. It tends to show off your best
features," Brian remarked by grabbing his crotch. This gave us both an
instant hardon.

I smirked, "Maybe next time." I was well aware Dave was still able to hear
and I worded my response carefully.

"So you are dressed. Why didn't you come back?" he pressed gently.

I got the instant reminder as Dave chimed in my ear again, "I'll get you in
touch with the USGS Director, but be careful--he's all about
protocol. Don't bring up your unique... connection to the Earth."

"Thanks, Dave. I'll handle it tomorrow morning," I assured him before
hanging up and turning my full attention to Brian, whose presence lent a
sense of urgency--and normalcy--to the moment.

"Dave?" Brian gasped as he rushed to my side.

"I was on the phone with my mentor," I confirmed

Brian reddened. "Did he?"

"I don't know, but probably," I smirked, as my love became a pretty
crimson.

"Mike, will you let me know you are talking to someone before I go off on
sexual innuendo?" Brian was now flushing profusely.

Turning to a more serious matter Brian demanded, "So why were you even
talking to Dave?"

"Sorry, I just had to double-check everything," I reassured Brian,
apologizing for the secrecy, but his supportive presence welcomed my
openness.

In an instant, Brian was at my side, saying, "I knew you were not telling
me everything."

I told him, "I still do not know much, babe."

I fell back into the bed, "All I got was a vague impression of a possible
volcanic disturbance from a volcano that has been dormant for decades,"

"You're still holding back, aren't you?" Brian rightly suspected that his
intuition was in sync with mine.

"I really don't have all the pieces yet," I insisted. "There's still so
much we need to figure out," I explained, the uncertainty gnawing at me.

"What information are you missing?" he probed, always seeking to be part of
the solution.

Which volcano was responsible for these subtle tremors lay at the heart of
my concerns. "At first, I suspected Kilauea, but we just paid a visit and I
connected directly with the volcano and none of what I felt seem to match
up apart from its typical displays, it's behaving as expected," I confided
to him.

He breathed a sigh, "That's somewhat reassuring."

"Not entirely, love," I cautioned. "This is a volcanic island. Any of the
many, whether active, dormant or believed extinct, could surprise us. Mauna
Loa is the one that's captured my attention. If my hunch is right, we might
witness her awakening," I shared my theory.

Brian, always quick to act, asked, "Should we evacuate then?"

"No definitive answer just yet. She may erupt before we leave, or not at
all if the recent activity is the result of water interacting with her
magma chamber," I explained, considering the variables at play.

"How will you confirm that?" Brian's concern deepened.

"The only way to know for sure is to venture inside," I said. The prospect
was daunting, even for Sol.

Brian chuckled with a hint of relief, "Sol certainly wouldn't be fazed by a
dive into a volcano."

Agreeing, I added, "Sol might handle it, but if Mauna Loa does blow, he's
our best shot at preventing a disaster."

Time passed as we sat together, Brian attempting to lighten the
mood. "Let's get out there. Bring a bit of normal back, yeah?" he
suggested, steering us back towards the others.

With Nick and co's questions about the tremors already bubbling to the
surface, I braced myself. Without solid proof to alleviate their concerns,
I needed to maintain calm. "Until I have concrete evidence, we must hold
onto the idea that Kilauea is going about her business as usual," I said,
aiming to reassure and buy us some time as I planned my next move.

Brian's instinct to deflect from the tension surrounding Mauna Loa's
potential threat was a welcome shift. Instead, he captivated the group with
the tale of the ocean rescue--a story that allowed me momentary reprieve
from the bubbling anxiety and to share my unique viewpoint of the event
that unfolded beneath the waves.

"The humpback's intervention was truly a blessing from Gaia," I agreed with
Kevin, grateful for the gentle giant's role in the rescue. His suggestion
of a Rob Thomas duet brought excited murmurs from the group--a hint at
another memorable collaboration in the making.

As the conversation turned to the joy of their performances and the
anticipation of future shows, my thoughts occasionally strayed to what
could be a looming catastrophe. Despite the ominous gut feeling about Mauna
Loa, I resolved to balance preparedness with presence. There was a part of
me that needed to savor these golden moments, to not let the shadow of what
might happen eclipse the joy of now.

These were precious, irreplaceable times, each shared experience a thread
in the rich tapestry of life. And so, I encouraged the group to go on with
their plans. Whether it was the thrill of a live performance, the laughter
around a shared meal, or the excitement of creating new music together,
each moment was a gift.

Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, I committed to ensuring their
safety as Sol if needed. But as Mike, I was also determined to enjoy the
sunsets, the camaraderie, and the aloha spirit of the islands. Every
encounter, every song, every wave crashing against the shore--they were
reminders to embrace life's ebb and flow, to live within the now, to rise
to the challenges, and to cherish the quiet of peace. And with every beat
of my heart, I'd stand ready to protect and appreciate our blue orb, our
shared home.

Finally, Kevin suggested we all get to bed.

When Brian and I returned to our room, he was still bugging me about Mauna
Loa, so I chose to change the subject. I placed my hand on my love's
sweetdick, which was still confined; this instantly changed any and all
topics. There was only the piece of flesh talking and I was going to answer
it.

I needed what I was going to do just as much as he did. Furthermore, we
have been sexually charging ourselves all night, and I require
release. Brian was prepared, based on how I felt as I slid my fingers down
his trousers, beginning with the tip of his dick. I carefully stroked my
fingers down the head, feeling how warm it was and how slick it was because
my boyfriend was flowing sperm. My fingers traced as best they could, but
Brian's pant prevented me from properly exploring his gorgeous penis. My
finger moved deeper down the shaft.



Brian hissed between his teeth, "You are changing the topic!" Brian moaned
as I twisted his dick around, feeling it becoming more and more full. "What
can I say, this a shaft I glady go down on," I joked.

When I noticed his dirty grin, he got up, unbuttoned his pants, and
revealed his delicious dick. The head was so gorgeous that I moved in and
kissed it, giving my partner immense pleasure.



I rubbed my palm over Brian's head many times, causing him to shudder as if
he were in an earthquake.

This was one volcano I was about to enjoy, and I eagerly descended on
him. Opening my lips, I guided my lover's dick up and down; Mount Littrell
was about to erupt.

The fluids that flooded my taste buds made me shudder with pleasure. Brian
quickly grabbed my head and pushed his penis into the Pennock Ocean as his
hot lava spilled.



Brian fell on top of me as the personal earthquake generated by his orgasm
receded, drawing back his now-soft penis from my lips.

"Thank you for your contribution, Mount Littrell." I licked my lips,
causing his dick to rise again.

"It appears you have awakened another sleeping giant." Brian chuckled and
thrust his dick back into my mouth.

"Now you must put this monster back to sleep," Brian said with a chuckle.

All I could do was groan as the shaft pumped in and out.

Brian had a second climax that caused him to fall over again, and his penis
dropped out of my mouth. "Okay Mike, let's get some sleep?" Brian said.

"That's a great idea," I chuckled.

Brian laughed, "No, the swell notion. Of course, I'm shoving my dick up
your ass, Mike, but we need some sleep."

 We spent most of the time in bed having sex and making love until both of
our bodies were exhausted.



The morning light crept in, signaling a new day and the promise of the
Backstreet Boys' earnest rehearsal. Amidst the familiarity of
well-practiced chords and routines, I received a call from Dave, prompting
me to access my laptop. Upon opening it, the sight was all too
familiar--BEATTI had synced with our satellite system, honing in on Hawaii,
with Mauna Loa taking center stage on the screen. The data unfurled before
me and confirmed my suspicions, adding a grave layer of certainty to my
concerns.

Armed with this irrefutable information from BEATTI, I set out on a mission
for answers that led me to the US Geological Survey base in Hilo. Here, the
initial obstacle was not scientific data or volcanic activity, but the
human element--the front desk receptionist, who greeted me with an air of
protocol and scrutiny typical of such institutions.

Resourcefully, I flashed my Backstreet Boys security badge, symbolizing
Tony's trust in appointing me as the group's temporary bodyguard. The badge
was a persuasive token, particularly with the current concerns over safety
following the quakes. With the group's well-being weighing heavily on my
mind, my explanations found a receptive audience.

"You're Mike Pennock?" the receptionist realized, her tone mingling
recognition with a hint of awe as she read my identification.

Affirming her observation with a simple nod, "I am," I said firmly.

Her response was swift and helpful. "One moment, please. I was informed you
might reach out for a meeting with our Head Director." As she picked up the
phone, I knew Dave's behind-the-scenes efforts were bearing fruit. The
receptionist soon connected with Steve La'Tola, a man whose domain included
a careful watch over Hawaii's volcanic heartbeat.

While I stood at the front desk, it became clear that the reverence
typically afforded to the boys in the band didn't extend to mere security
personnel. However, Dave provided the leverage that paved the way for
me. La'Tola was a prominent figure, charged with crucial responsibilities
at the Hawaii Volcano Observatory. Any communication with him required
proper channels--channels Dave had graciously opened for me.

Dave had always respected the instincts that came as part and parcel of my
unique connection to Earth. His intervention ensured that this visit went
beyond a simple exchange--it could be pivotal in preventing disaster. It
was one of those moments when having the right connections wasn't just
about social networking; it was about the safety of countless lives.

As I awaited my meeting, the weight of potential outcomes sat heavy on my
shoulders. But one advantage was certain: the message was clear that my
instincts--and the callings of Gaia--were never to be taken lightly.

The minutes ticked by as I waited, feeling the slight vibrations of the
building--an earthbound anticipation that set my nerves on edge. My
thoughts flitted to the wellbeing of the Backstreet Boys, hoping they were
safe and that nothing dire would unfold before I could piece together the
puzzle. I glanced impatiently around the office and noticed the various
indicators of volcanic activity, but it was the methodical ticking of an
analog clock on the wall that became my unintended focus. Despite my usual
aversion to clock-watching, I couldn't look away. With each tick, my worry
deepened, and my heart mirrored the seismic tremors--a mixture of fear and
determination.

Caught in a spiral of mounting tension, the internal tremors of anxiety
threatened to take hold. I mentally prepared for the conversation with
La'Tola, fully aware of the delicate line I had to walk between conveying
urgency and not being dismissed as an alarmist. My readiness to plead the
island's case hung in the balance.

The abrupt end to the oppressive ticking of the clock snapped me back. The
receptionist's head peeked out brightly from behind a door, ushering me
with a nod and a smile. "Follow me." The placard on the door stated "Head
Director, Steve La'Tola," and with a gentle knock and a turn of the knob,
she beckoned me into the room.

As I entered, La'Tola's expression was one of formality and
scrutiny. Sitting amidst his professional backdrop, he gave off an air of
authority that was both intimidating and polished. The simplicity of his
suit, against the backdrop of his Polynesian heritage, marked by his
necklace, created a stark contrast. His features might have been congenial
under different circumstances, but they were set in a stoic mold at the
moment.

His gaze landed on me, unyielding, as though trying to pierce through to my
underlying motives. It was a stare that started a silent interrogation
before words could fill the space between us. I drew upon every shred of
resolve within me, ready to engage with the Head Director about the
uncertainties that lay beneath the island's dormant grandeur.

La'Tola's gaze was one of wariness, sizing me up as if I were an enigma
that had walked straight into his dominion. The customary pleasantries of
greetings were glossed over; instead, he gestured to the chair across from
him with a brisk "Mr. Pennock, have a seat."

I settled into the chair and faced the head director as he cut straight to
the chase. "What can I do for you?" he inquired, his tone indicating that
he preferred efficiency over small talk.

La'Tola's interrogation continued, his initial skepticism apparent. "You're
associated with Dave Matthews, I hear."

"Yes, I work at the Philadelphia Geothermal Power Plant," I confirmed,
maintaining a steady posture. "Dave appreciates my attention to detail;
hence, he endorsed my accompaniment of the Backstreet Boys as part of their
security."

He feigned curiosity. "Must be demanding?"

I allowed a smile to play across my lips. "Indeed, but it's a
responsibility I take seriously."

La'Tola leaned forward, signaling readiness to address the purpose of my
visit. "So, you're here about the seismic activity?"

I launched into my explanation, aware that the veracity of my tale was
crucial. "We've experienced a series of tremors recently--the first around
Kilauea, another during the concert, and one more at our hotel."

His dismissal was almost automatic. "You're near an active volcano; tremors
happen."

Plain truth would have to suffice. "I've been to Kilauea myself, and it's
not the source. I'm here because I believe there's something bigger
building up. I've witnessed enough to recognize that these tremors signal
something isn't right." My words were firm, a blend of science and
instinct. Unseen beneath his no-nonsense exterior, I sensed La'Tola was
more receptive than his initial demeanor let on.

Mentioning my intent, "I'm particularly curious about one volcano," piqued
La'Tola's interest, betraying his anticipation that such inquiries would
remain unasked. The sweat on his brow was a silent admission; he must have
sensed the same unease that plagued me. "Which one?" he asked with a
feigned nonchalance.

With confidence borne of my senses, I asserted, "Mauna Loa has garnered my
attention. How is it behaving?"

La'Tola's reaction was swift, the perspiration a telltale sign of his
discomfort. "Mauna Loa has been dormant for a long time, and with Kilauea's
regular activity, there's no indication of Mauna Loa stirring," he claimed,
though his anxious tone hinted at deception.

I remained unrelenting. "The same was said before Mount Saint Helens
erupted, and we saw the consequences of that underestimation," I reminded
him, unwilling to disregard my intuition.

La'Tola, though visibly shaken, attempted a composed response. "I assure
you, Mauna Loa's activity is minimal. Seismicity is low, there's no notable
deformation, and gas emissions are within expected levels. There's no need
for concern," he explained, but his words were empty, his assurance lacking
conviction.

His attempts to redirect my queries back to Kilauea, suggesting the tremors
were typical of its volcanic nature, failed to dissuade me. I perceived the
cracks in his facade more clearly than ever--my heightened insights
unraveled his stoic veneer.

Unsatisfied, I pressed further. "Could I possibly take a closer look
myself?"

Though visibly annoyed by my persistence, he found no grounds to refuse my
request. I was running out of patience, feeling the weight of my
responsibility--a duty to safeguard lives as both Guardian and Sol--lives
that could be threatened by what I feared was an imminent natural event.

"Come with me," La'Tola commanded, leading me deeper into the hub where the
Earth's whispers were translated into data and graphs. He cloaked his
tension with a veneer of authority, but the undercurrent of worry couldn't
be concealed from me.

The USGS Volcanology Center buzzed with the hum of machinery and the soft
glow of computer screens. "We have eyes on every volcano here," La'Tola
declared, a mix of defensiveness and pride in his voice. "Mauna Loa is
still asleep," he reiterated, guiding me to a bank of monitors focused on
the giant's silent repose.

As La'Tola presented information and visuals, my eyes flicked between the
readings and the man before me. His tone was assertive, verging on
confrontational, as he strove to assure me of Mauna Loa's inactivity. Yet,
the same data reports that Dave had shared with me from the Lair painted a
starkly different picture--one of a Jekyll-and-Hyde hide volcano that was
stirring from its slumber, incited by the mercurial fingers of Pele.

Every piece of information, including what was right in front of me, told a
different story. Those readings indicated that the Fire Goddess Pele was
about to unleash her wrath. Furthermore, this bozo was making things
worse. The eruption of Mauna Loa was imminent. The one thing that was still
unavailable was the exact time this catastrophe would occur. And this
Director wasn't helping; his constant efforts to mislead me only made this
situation worse.

I had to take a firm stance now that it was my chance to press the
director. Determination and assurance took the place of my fear and
agony. I could feel La'Tola's lies radiating off of him.

"I can't be misled." I challenged him with unwavering resolve. "This
volcano is awakening, and its eruption is not a matter of 'if' but 'when.'"

La'Tola's agitation surfaced, wavering between dread and the ingrained need
to uphold his professional facade. "You must believe me,
Mr. Pennock. There's no deception here," he responded, but his words fell
on deaf ears.

I knew better than to take his word at face value. Time was of the essence,
and Mauna Loa's impending discourse would refuse to be hushed. It was time
to prepare, to alert, to protect--and as Guardian, as Sol, as Mike, I was
ready to rise to the call of the Earth.

La'Tola's agitation was now fully apparent; his declaration that he wasn't
lying to me was underscored by the tension in his voice. I countered with a
sentiment that had recently been echoed by a friend about the tragic irony
of human complacency in the face of Earth's warnings.

"It is funny; a buddy of mine had asked me not too long ago why so many
people tend to die when the Earth sends out enough warnings meant to
protect us from harm," I remarked, my eyes bored into the geologist. As
much as a short person could look up at this taller man,. But at this
moment, I was the tallest person standing on the moral high ground

"More lives will be saved from an exploding volcano if people are warned
that it is about to erupt than after lava starts to flow down its flanks,"
I told him. "By then, it is already too late," hoping he would give in to
logic.

La'Tola held his ground. "It's my responsibility to issue warnings,
Mr. Pennock. But only if there's a real threat."

Softening my approach, I tried to bridge the gap between his caution and my
own certainty. "Sir, I can see it--the apprehension, the reluctance to
incite panic. You don't want to cause unnecessary alarm," I suggested,
striving for empathy.

But my attempt only escalated La'Tola's frustration. "I don't know what
you're trying to imply. Please leave before I call security," he asserted,
fear and anger mingling in his tone.

This was the all-too-familiar crossroads where human nature often hesitated
until it was too late. Instead of sounding the alarm, people fell silent,
potentially allowing disasters to unfold unchallenged. It was here, at this
impasse, that bold action was needed--the kind that could preempt tragedy
rather than become mired in regret after the fact.

I exited the USGS office with a sense of finality, my disappointment in
La'Tola's obstinate stance palpable in the air. "So much for the expert
opinion," I said, the words wrapped in a blend of derision and
disillusionment.

"That volcano was ready to erupt, but that guy did not tell me anything
helpful." After making sure nobody was nearby, I grabbed my phone and gave
Dave a call, saying, "You were right, Dave, but so was I."

Dave said, "Mike, did it go well?" into the phone. I informed him and
judging by the snarl in his voice, Dave was not pleased with my treatment,
particularly since he knew that I tried my hardest to issue Director
La'Tola a serious warning without disclosing all of my sources, and he
essentially ignored it.

Tabling that for now there were more pressing matters at hand, Dave needed
to know what I knew, prompting Dave demanded, "What did you get out of it?"

When I told him what I saw at the USGS and all the figures that only
confirmed everything my intuition and what BEATTI and the Lair's computer
all said--that our sleeping giant was waking up--I answered with
frightening certainty, "Mauna Loa was definitely the source of these
earthquakes and she will erupt; there is no longer any question about it;
everyone on this island is in grave peril."

I also heard Dave pray to someone, saying, "Thank God they have a Guardian
there to protect them from nature's wrath."

"The only question that remains unanswered is when." As I spoke those
words, I could practically see the terror that was now on Dave's face, as
he was now just as concerned as I was.

 It seemed that Dave shared my concern. "And Director La'Tola couldn't give
you that information?"

"Worse Dave he wasn't expecting anyone else to even be aware that this
eruption was even going to happen," I answered

Dave was flabbergasted. I could practically see Dave shaking his head in
the face of this calamity. After all, the USGS chief had just thrown me
out, so Dave was now terrified. It is conceivable at any moment. "These
seismic events are merely indicators that Mauna Loa will erupt; the exact
number of earthquakes before the primary event remains unclear," I
concluded, providing him with an update. "Do you have any idea how to find
out? There isn't another way to narrow down the timeline?" Dave's voice
carried the weight of desperation.

"I need to get right to the core of this issue; I have to head straight to
Mauna Loa to ask the volcano itself; just pray she is willing to share her
plans with me," I replied.

Dave was terrified by the thought of what was coming, and unnecessarily, he
ordered, "Mike, get to work. If this turns out to be a major catastrophe
and Director Steve La'Tola ignores you, correction if La'Tola blatantly
lied to you and to the rest of Hawaii. This was a grave mistake. I never
thought I wished for a deadly volcano to erupt while the Guardian was
there. Because, as it stands, the only thing separating that volcano from
the rest of Hawaii is you. Good luck," my mentor tried to encourage me.

I felt the mantle of Guardian settle squarely upon me, the magnitude of the
crisis facing Hawaii sharpening my focus. The Earth's whispers and cries
had grown loud and insistent, and now it was my duty to heed them. With
determination set deep in my bones, I readied myself to step into the
breach, armed with the powers of Sol and the support of those who trusted
in me. Hawaii's fate may hang in the balance, but Dave's faith in me
steeled my resolve to protect the island's verdant beauty and vibrant
spirit.

With the safety of Hawaii's residents and visitors in the balance,
including that of my beloved Brian and the Backstreet Boys, my next move
was clear. Only direct communion with the volcano could unveil the secrets
we needed to anticipate the inevitable. Earth's messenger, the guardian,
the intermediary between humankind and the forces of nature--I was prepared
to confront the looming threat, whatever the cost. Sol would stand ready.

Dave's words steeled my resolve; the gravity of the situation was not lost
on either of us. "I'm on it, Dave. If La'Tola's disregard ends up
escalating this to a catastrophe, it will be on his conscience. Honestly, I
never thought I'd find myself hoping for an uneventful outcome while
stationed by an active volcano. But if I'm the only thing standing between
Mauna Loa and the rest of Hawaii, then so be it. Wish me luck," I ended the
call with a mixture of determination and a sobering understanding of the
responsibility at my shoulders.

Facing the building that housed those blind to the rumblings beneath us, I
declared my intent. "Sorry, I can't just stand by--I need to seek answers
firsthand. This won't take long," I said, almost as if explaining my
departure to the very structure itself.

Exhaling deeply, I summoned the reverence fitting for an impending
encounter with Pele herself. "With the utmost respect, it's time for us to
talk," I voiced aloud, the echo of my words carried away by the breeze.

With a snap of my fingers, a flicker of elemental energy sparked around me,
and I teleported directly to the base of Mauna Loa--the site where I hoped
to glean insights and perhaps dissuade an incoming threat. The conversation
that awaited could alter the fate of the island, and I was prepared for the
dialogue, however daunting it may be.

Back at the Lair with all the information on Mauna Loa racing across the
screen Dave could sit there and read them "No I can't just sit here, my
protege is about to take on one nature's most powerful weapon," Dave said
as he quickly sat up and began pouring over the information "I can't battle
a volcano, I can battle a twit who failed in his duties," Dave stated he
put a call into his head of security "Stella it is imperative that the
following information gets to the proper authorities in Washington, D.C."

Stella appeared on the small screen "Are you serious?"

"My young protege has confirmed it and is now about to take the matter up
with the source, but we need to do more, Mike tried to get help, he tried
to warn and in return, he got dismissed," Dave was livid

Stella looked down at the information, "I will pass it along if you speak
to your young friend tell him I wish him luck,"

After Stella signed off All Dave could do was sit at the main computer
where the troubling data was scrolling across the screen.  Dave sighed in
fear and hope at the same time, sending a silent prayer to whatever supreme
being listening, Dave whispered, "He will need every bit because he is the
only one who can save an entire island from nature's wrath,"

To be continued

And thus concludes this chapter. One very unhappy volcano and unsuspecting
island Sol is their only hope when this natural disaster decides to come
true.

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