The boys played
another great football game. The three coaches were having a
wonderful time refereeing a relaxed game with the young men. Most
of the major talent for their school teams were present. Lyle
Chambers and Carol Baker stood on the sidelines and cheered the boys
on. It was one of the best afternoons at the Goodnight ranch
anyone could remember and Lyle was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Even though Lyle grew up in the community, he never felt like he really
belonged. He just felt like he didn’t fit in.
The only person
left he felt connected to was Chet Baker. They grew up together
on neighboring ranches and were each others’ main buddies all their
lives. They thought nothing of sexual play with each other when
they were boys or when they got older. They just didn’t talk to
anyone about it. They were wildly in love with one another, but
as they matured they began to date girls. Even though they
continued to get together, Lyle could see Chet was falling in love with
his highschool sweetheart, Carol Evans.
Lyle knew he
would never marry and went through a rough period when he knew he’d
have to give up his buddy. Chet convinced him nothing had to
change. They could still get together. Lyle would
just become a part of his greater family. Fortunately, Carol was
a progressive spirit and understood. She had no problem with Chet
and Lyle spending quality time with each other. She gained Lyle’s
trust and love through her understanding. If it wasn’t for his
attachment to Chet and his family, Lyle would’ve moved away years ago
to one of the greater metropolitan cities where he could live his life
with a modicum of anonymity. For once in his life, that
afternoon, Lyle felt like he actually belonged.
The day wound
down and folks began to thank their host, say their ‘goodbyes’ and
began to leave. Charlie asked Lyle and Chet if they would remain
for a while. Lazarus and Charlie wanted to talk with them about
something. Chet looked at Lyle, he smiled and nodded his
consent. Chet could see Carol was involved with Ida Mae, Mary
Gibbons, Elsie Jessup and several of the other ladies. He knew
they would keep her entertained for hours. He went to her and
told her they would be staying for a while. She didn’t ask any
and Charlie took the men to the old barn. Lazarus activated the
portal to the Bandersnatch. Lyle laughed as Chet’s eyes grew
large. Lyle acted like he was an old hand at it and talked his
buddy through the gate. They were welcomed by Cable, David and
Jonathan. Chet’s eyes bugged out even bigger at the handsome,
“You didn’t tell
me about all this.” he whispered accusingly at his mate.
“Would ju’ have
believed me?” Lyle chuckled.
not.” admitted Chet.
gentlemen.” Lazarus took the men down a corridor to a plush
theater with comfortable seats. “Have a seat, gentlemen,. . .
make yourselves comfortable.”
In the theater,
already seated, were Sheriff Lassiter, Chief Tin Penny, Ranger Gibbons,
Captain Trong, Commander Fielding, Captain Arlen Jones, Hoot Austin,
Cotton Daniels, Angus Goodnight and Hank Morgan. They greeted the
“We don’t want
this to seem too mysterious. We brought you men here to warn you
of some bad things going on in our community and to offer you our
protection. Don’t be alarmed by what we’re about to show you, as
it’s all being taken care of.”
Lazarus sat down
and clicked a remote control and a video came on a huge screen in front
of the men. On it was Lyle and Chet in Lyle’s bedroom buck ass
naked and going at it like two dogs in heat. Chet Baker was
fucking his mate like he was one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse
and the Devil was breathing fire on his ass. Both men sank in
their seats and groaned.
“Oh, my God!”
sighed Chet. In a whisper he asked, “Did you know about
“I swear, I
didn’t, Chet. Oh, fuck! Our lives are over. We’re
ruined.” bemoaned Lyle.
know, Son. He was as much in the dark as you.” Angus
spoke. “We all seen it earlier, but we ain’t real concerned about
it. I think they done seen enough, Lazarus, shut it off.”
Angus yelled to him.
Lazarus hit his
remote and the video ceased.
Chet was almost
in tears. Lyle was devastated.
“So you men love
each other. So what?” said Angus.
freaks, Bud Robeson and Putty Ames, of the Jesus Patrol brought this
video into the station for me to see Friday morning.” stated
Sheriff Lassiter, “I watched it and was disgusted; not with you men,
but with them. They bragged about how they secretly broke into
your apartment, Mr. Chambers, and planted two micro-miniature video
transmitters the day before and recorded this Thursday evening.
What they done was against the law. I don’t care what they
thought they was doing, or in what god’s name they were doing it, it
was still against the law.”
Chet was shaking
and Lyle was trying his best to comfort him.
“They’re both in
jail awaiting arraignment with the local judge for illegal breaking and
entering. While they thought they were doing the Lord’s work, as
they put it, they were actually breaking man’s law. In some
instances, not many today, man’s law still supercedes their trumped up
holy laws. As far as I’m concerned, this video don’t exist.
It will be destroyed. I checked first thing with ‘em to make sure
they didn’t make no copies. Without any evidence it’s my word
against theirs, and my word is a lot stronger. It may not always
be, but for now, with a judge in our corner, it still is. From
their admission of breaking and entering, they could get five to ten
years indenturement.” explained Don Lassiter.
“We ain’t here
to condemn you men. We’re here to offer you a bit of advice and
extend an offer of our help. Don’t do nothing with each other in
town anymore. If you need to get away, meet out here, and we’ll
provide you with the privacy you need. You can use my stateroom
here on the Bandersnatch. My sons will treat you like you was my
own and see to your needs. Most of all, we extend to you
gentlemen, our hand of friendship and ask you to join our family of
dissenters.” Lazarus spoke softly to them.
“What is this
place?” asked Chet.
starship, brother.” answered Lyle. “It’s one of many, but I
learned from the boys this afternoon, Captain Long here, is the head
honcho of all of them. Captain Jones is the captain of another
starship called the ‘Raven’ in the Amazon jungle and Captain Trong,
over there with his mate, Commander Fielding, are from another starship
called ‘The Archimedes’ up near the arctic circle. They are
essentially arks to gather people, animals, the flora and fauna of this
planet to relocate to another world when the end comes. I take
it, for some reason I’m not sure of yet, we’ve been chosen to survive
the end of this world.” Lyle told him.
“Then the bible
stories are true?” Chet asked amazed.
“Yes, and no,
Coach.” Charlie spoke. “Yes, in the sense there will be a
mass exodus of good people from a doomed planet, but ‘no’ in the sense
it won’t be from supernatural reasons, and it won’t be those who preach
the loudest they are the one’s to be saved. They will wake up the
morning of the end and find they’re the ones what’s been left behind.”
“Why us?” asked
names are on my list of folks to save. It is a computerized list
of good folks who are, by and large, secular humanist and flexible
enough to understand a new way of living who would most likely succeed
in a new environment on another, similar world. This list was
compiled long before you were born by a collective intelligence, of
which, we have little concept. We just know it exists and it
communicates with us.” said Lazarus.
spoke up Chief Tin Penny, “You and your families will be given a DNA
altering shot which will increase the longevity of your lives ten to a
hundred fold. We’ve all had the shot. Look at me. I
had it last year when I was damn near seventy years old. I was
having difficulty getting around. Now I have the body and sexual
apatite of a man half my age.”
“Is it the voice
of God you hear?” asked Lyle.
“Some might look
on the voices of the ancients as gods, but we don’t.” answered Lazarus,
“ To us, they are simply a highly evolved and intelligent force in the
universe who sometimes get involved when they see things are going in a
wrong direction against the designs and common sense of the harmonic
progressions and natural evolution of the cosmos. Such is the
case of this world at present. It’s out of balance.”
people have a word for it, ‘koyaanisqatsi.’” interjected the
Chief. Lazarus continued.
“This planet is
on a headlong collision with self-destruction. Things are past
the point of no return and have been since the turn of the
century. We know the end is coming. There’s no doubt about
it. It’s only a matter of time. Until then, it is our duty
to advise and protect those whose names are on our list to be saved at
the end of this planet and to provide them with the knowledge to help
us by protecting themselves.”
waiting for a response from the men. Chet looked at Lyle and saw
an excitement in his eyes. He knew without asking, his mate had
made up his mind. That was enough for Chet.
“Of course we’ll
join you.” Chet Baker said quietly, “I don’t know how you done it, but
you managed to save me and my partner’s butts. What can we say
but ‘thank you’ and tell you how beholden we are to you. You not
only have our gratitude, you have our trust. We’d be honored to
join you. Who wouldn’t want to be saved from the end of the
world? Just to get away from the insanity of our current regime
would be wonderful.” he added.
“Chet speaks for
both of us.” Lyle said.
“That’s as it
should be, Son.” Arlen Jones smiled at him and winked at Lazarus.
“Lucas told me
the boys know all about this.” Lyle stated.
“Of course they
do. We don’t keep nothing from them boys. That’s why
they’re more well adjusted and considerate than most kids their
age. They would lay down their lives for you men; they think that
highly of you. You have nothing to fear or need to suffer any
embarrassment from them. They only have the deepest respect for
you.” Charlie responded.
beginning to put some pieces of the Goodnight ranch puzzle
together. Although he was thrilled and had faith in what he
learned from the boys earlier in the day, he had unanswered
questions. He couldn’t get his mind around a boy as talented and
decent as Lucas becoming indentured, let alone becoming his dad’s
slave. With the love he had for Captain Long and vice versa,
something just didn’t add up.
“What is the
real reason Lucas is your slave, Captain Long?” Lyle looked up at
“Do you know the
story of the Stamper boys, Son?” Lazarus asked.
There was one other named Caleb, I believe, who was either retarded or
malformed. The other boys were using him as a sex slave.
Their old man beat him up pretty bad and took him to the sheriff to
sell as a slave. Mr. Tennent couldn’t sell him as a slave, but
sold him for dog food instead. I’m sorry I didn’t hear about the
boy in time, I would’ve bought him for my personal slave just to save
his life.” said Lyle sadly.
“We know you
would’ve, Lyle, that’s the kind of man you are, Son. What you
heard was the story we made sure got around.” said the sheriff.
Long bought the rest of the Stampers to be his slaves?” asked
and Master Austin and Daniels are their masters. They’re still in
training and have a boss, Blake Tindell, a slave-cowboy from Master
Charlie’s ranch. Captain Long owns them.”
“What has the
Stamper men got to do with your son being your slave, Captain
Long.” asked Lyle again.
“Think about it,
Son,” offered Angus, “from what little you’ve observed of us men, do
you really think we’d let Caleb Stamper be sold for dog food?”
“Oh, my God!”
exclaimed Lyle. Chet was clueless. He looked to his partner
for help. “Lucas Long was Caleb Stamper, Chet.” Lyle carefully
explained. Chet looked at Lyle and blinked his eyes in disbelief.
man.” said Sheriff Lassiter. “Captain Long’s medical team— them
fine looking naked men you met— rebuilt him. With their expert
work and the help of some aliens you ain’t met yet, they managed to
slowly put him back together. It took them several months, but we
think they did a damn fine job. He looks a lot like Captain Long,
don’t chu’ think?”
“I thought he
was Captain Long’s son.”
“Oh, he is, I
assured you.” added Charlie.
“He’s an amazing
young man.” said Lyle.
“He sure is.”
added Chet. “That explains why he’s a slave, Lyle.” he added.
minute!” Lyle exclaimed to himself, “If Captain Long bought the
other Stamper boys and made slaves of them, it wasn’t for punishment or
because they did anything wrong; it was to save the Stamper boys from
themselves and to possibly enlarge your resistance base.”
registered enlightenment, like he could see the connection Lyle was
making. He smiled at his partner with the pride one close partner
has for another.
Son! The sheriff was right, you’re a smart man.” complimented
Hoot Austin. “Them boys ain’t always gonna’ be slaves.
Compared to the potential length of their lives, a few years spent in
slavery won’t hurt ‘em a bit. We plan to make it a character
building experience for them. A word of caution, though, the
other Stamper boys don’t know Lucas used to be their youngest brother.”
“Glad you said
something. That’s amazing. Lucas seems to be adjusting
well.” Lyle responded.
“Better than any
of us expected. We’re leaving it up to him if or when he wants to
share his story with them. As of right now, I don’t think he has
any intention of telling them anytime soon.” Lazarus explained.
“But what of,
Captain Jones, Strom and your twin sons, Captain Long?” Lyle
decided to leave that explanation to us. Since we shared your
video, we think it only fair we share a couple of ours with you.
Perhaps you won’t feel quite so embarrassed.”
Lazarus went to
a control panel and waved his hand across a board and punched in some
numbers. In an instant there stood the three dimensional
holographic figure of a fine looking man who proceeded to tell his
audience what they were about to see and why. A number of the men
had seen the video before but several hadn’t. It was the complete
film of the next to last Volgoron bairn Captain Trong and Commander
Lyle and Chet
were stunned. Not only was the three dimensional holographic
images an unknown concept to them, it was totally erotic and
sensual. They weren’t the only men who shared their
feelings. The old Chief kept squirming in his seat and moving his
tackle about in his breech. Captain Trong and Commander Fielding
were the least affected in the room. They sat together holding
hands. Captain Trong had his huge hairy arm thrown over his
Commander’s shoulder pulling him close and smiling at him from time to
time as if remembering the ecstacy of their coupling.
The second video
was of Captain Jones’ conception and giving birth to the twins.
Lyle watched with awe as the young bairns crawled up Strom’s giant
chest to his teats and began feeding. Lyle could only wonder what
it would feel like to give birth to a child laying in the arms of such
a handsome creature as Strom. He couldn’t have been more sexually
aroused. Lyle could feel Strom looking at him several times and
smiling. Lyle didn’t have to use his newly developed talent for
hearing others’ minds, he knew what was going on in the big monster’s
head and he almost came in his Wranglers. Lyle blushed a deep red
color which only caused Strom to smile bigger. Chet noticed Lyle
blushing, put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.
It was an act he had longed to do in public since they were
teenagers. The other men pretended not to notice.
By the time the
videos finished, Lyle Chambers and Chet Baker were thoroughly convinced
these men were good and were worthy of their trust. They realized
they would be pledging their very lives to become involved with them
and protect the ideas and goals of their resistance. Chet and
Lyle spoke to each other many times about just how much a man could be
expected to take of the right-wing, looney Christianist’s bullshit, and
had no problem drawing their lines in the sand. They would pledge
themselves to these men and to their cause. They were still a bit
unsure of what the future held, but at least, there was a light at the
end of a very long, dark tunnel.
* * * * * * *
And so it came
to pass, as the days of the year grew shorter and the nights longer,
there came to power, followed closely on the heels of the Bush regime,
a little known evangelical preacher by the name of Jeremiah Scudder.
The corporate powers finally had enough of Bubba Awol and cut his
strings. Without money from his power base, the puppet who had
less intelligence than a dim-witted moron, was cast aside like
yesterday’s used toilet paper and died a bitter and broken little
man. He passed in a similar fashion as Joe Mc Carthey in the
fifties, who died from complications from advanced syphilis,. . . alone
Unknown to his
evangelical followers, ‘Dubya’ contracted AIDS from his homosexual
liaisons with several male prostitutes he cavorted with while in the
White House, and died from the debilitating disease. He probably
could’ve been helped and his life prolonged with medication; however,
he refused to believe the doctor’s diagnosis or listen to the advice of
his friends and political allies that he did, indeed, test positive for
the disease. Even when presented with a notarized copy of the lab
results, he steadfastly refused to believe it, stating he was sure it
was just a minor infection and with time and prayer it would go
away. It didn’t go away, but fortunately for the country, he did.
as Jerry Scudder billed himself, never had more than a highschool
education. He was a poor student and finished dead last in his
small class. After he rose to prominence as a spirited
evangelical, hell fire/ damnation preacher and gathered considerable
wealth, he bought himself a couple of honorary ‘doctoral’ degrees from
small, struggling West Texas bible colleges. Few knew, Jerry
Scudder could barely read or write. Little did his
worshipful followers know, when the corporate monied power base looked
for a new puppet to lead the divine flock of sheeple, they were getting
more than they bargained for.
took over with a vengeance to rival the wrath of God, himself. It
seemed like he was born to become a ruthless dictator of the United
States and quickly understood what power was all about. He
preached he was the second coming of John the Baptist and had
come to prepare the way of the Lord. He proclaimed that no man,
woman or child would be allowed to come into the presence of Jesus when
he returned nor allowed into heaven without his blessing. While
he granted individual churches to teach their own brand of
Christianity, he insisted they all, no matter their denomination, pay a
tithe to him and his ministry.
It was done
under the guise of income taxes but the churches were taxed as well,
and those who didn’t believe he was God’s chosen prophet paid a lot
more taxes than those who dutifully followed him. He proclaimed
himself God’s holy prophet and promptly set himself up a hierarchy of
his own devout followers. Among the closest to the holy prophet
were his muscular roid-eunuch prophet protection commandos. Those
among his personal temple guards wore black leather uniforms, tall
boots with leather pants which sported hard leather codpieces at the
crotch. Their uniforms looked like they were designed by a
hardcore leather fairy from the nineteen sixties.
It was the
highest honor a serviceman could achieve to volunteer and be accepted
into the Commando Guards of the Holy Prophet, and to become a sexual
eunuch from massive doses of steroids to artificially build their
bodies to enormous proportions. The bigger their bodies grew, the
smaller and more insignificant their male genitals became until they
made the final transition to secure their place in a hereafter near the
throne of the Holy Prophet by having them surgically removed. As
fierce and imposing as they appeared, they were said to have reached a
state of religious peace because they knew by giving their lives and
their all to the holy prophet, their place in heaven was secure.
Next in the Holy
Prophet’s hierarchy was the vestal virgins of the temple, the
semi-vestal virgins who attended the vestal virgins and a stable of
young, succulent boy slaves to please the holy prophet and put him in a
mood which would allow him to speak with and hear the word of
God. The people were told, it was during those times, God would
reveal to Dr. Scudder his wishes for his kingdom he commanded him to
build for him here on Earth. Such hypocrisy, abuse of power, and
decadence had not been seen upon the Earth since the time of Babylon.
* * * * * * *
Chet never told
his wife about what Lyle and he experienced that afternoon. Carol
knew it was something unusual and perhaps even profound, but she
couldn’t tell for sure. She and Chet were not only husband
and wife, they were good friends and lovers. Over the years they
developed an unspoken communication that made it difficult for either
to hide anything from the other. Chet was so attentive and
considerate of her for the rest of the evening and the drive home he
made her feel young again. He was responding to her like he did
when they were in highschool and first dating. The kids were fast
asleep in the back seat. They fell asleep shortly after the tires on
their SUV hit the blacktop to drive back into town.
“You had a good
time today.” Carol spoke quietly to her husband.
“I had a very
good time. The boys played a great game and I felt like I got to
show them off to the other coaches. Did you have a good
time?” Chet asked.
“One of the best
times I’ve had in quite a while . Everything just seemed to be
right, and it was good to get away from all the problems we face
today. When we visit at one of the Goodnight ranches, it’s like
going into another world. After a while, everyone begins to relax
and let their hair down. I don’t have to watch every darn thing I
say. I know the other folks there understand if I complain about
something. I love going out there because I can see you and Lyle
begin to relax the minute you get out of your cars. Something
happened to the two of you today. Can you tell me about it?”
Chet paused for
a long time. He didn’t know what to say. Carol thought she
right. You don’t have to tell me. I have a feeling I know
pretty much what it was about.”
Chet asked quietly.
with each other.” Carol said smuggly.
“You mean they
gossip, don’chu’?” Chet shot back with a chuckle in his voice.
"And I suppose men don't?" Carol said raising an eyebrow.
Chet knew he'd been checked. He figured bold honesty was his best
"Oh, hell, yes! We're worse than women by a long shot. We
just don't call it that. We say we're talking business."
Chet winked at her and Carol laughed.
ladies, it goes beyond just idle gossip. Mary Gibbons and her
woman, Elsie Jessup told us about some strange and miraculous things
what’s been going on at the Goodnight ranches and you have to admit
those huge, hairy men and that dog that can talk ain’t exactly
normal. They seem to fit in there at the ranch, it sort of all
makes sense in some weird way, but they would seem out of place
“You got that
right.” Chet added. “Lyle and I learned some pretty
remarkable things this afternoon.”
“I want to know
more about those folks. Their boys are not the normal, run of the
mill kids. It’s like they know things we don’t, things I want
you, me and the kids to be a part of. Chet, they give me the
feeling there’s a better way of living than having to live in fear all
the time.” Carol was almost in tears.
my dear. We are going to become a part of them. It’s a done
deal. Trust me. Lyle and I pledged and dedicated ourselves
to them and their cause today. I can’t tell you a lot more than
that because I don’t know everything yet, but Carol, it’s far larger
than you could ever imagine. It’s far greater than anything I
could’ve imagined. You could never guess what those men are
capable of. Just trust me, darling, everything is gonna’ be all
right for our family.”
“I hope, by our
family, you’re talking about Lyle, too.” Carol stated.
“Yes, Lyle is
definitely included. They know he’s my brother, Carol.”
Carol was quiet
for a minute. She didn’t have to ask Chet to explain. She
knew the word ‘brother’ was a euphemism for Chet and Lyle’s
relationship. It was the first time in their fifteen years of
marriage Chet had made such a near declaration of his love for Lyle to
her. It hit her in a strange way. She wasn’t the least
threatened. She felt warm inside. It was his roundabout,
cowboy way of letting her know he loved and appreciated her
they’re all right with it.” she stated almost like a rhetorical
so.” Chet paused for a moment then added, “You know how much I
love you, Carol. I have never loved you more than I do at this
minute, and I promise you I will always love you and take care of you
and the kids. If anything should happen to me, I want you to go
to Lyle. My brother will take care of you and the kids.”
“Don’t you think
I know that? You’re so silly. Nothing’s gonna’ happen to
you, but to put your mind at rest, Lyle is the first person I would go
to. Let’s have no more talk of anything happening to you.
“Okay, love, but
you know as well as I do, in today’s world a man can never be sure from
one day to the next what his fate might be.”
Carol knew she
wouldn’t get a lot more out of Chet. She didn’t push. She
knew she’d find out the rest soon enough. She made a mental note
to have Lyle over for dinner the following Wednesday night. She
knew she could wheedle anything out of Lyle. They never saw each
other as a threat to their love for Chet. They were like brother
and sister and Lyle was like wet clay in Carol’s hands. They
didn’t swap notes about their man; however, beyond that, they had no
secrets. Chet sometimes suspected the two of them were
co-conspirators, but they were too clever for him to ever catch
them. Lyle did eventually spill all to Carol and she was as
flabbergasted as the men. Over the following months, Carol watched her
husband grow closer to her and his family, and that included his
* * * * * * *
There was some
talk in the town about the two church men who had been arrested and
sentenced without a public trial. They gave up a trial by
jury. They agreed to go before the judge and throw themselves on
the mercy of the court. They were given defense lawyers, but
they’d been caught red-handed by their own admission of breaking and
entering. They were allowed to see their pastor and their
families only under the watchful eye of the sheriff and his men.
They plea bargained their way to a lower term of indenturement by
agreeing not to talk to anyone about what they tried to do. They
were told when the sheriff went to look at the tapes there was nothing
on them. They were blank. Their lawyers encouraged them to
accept the prosecution’s offer and to keep their mouth’s shut or they
would be facing twenty years of slavery instead of ten.
David Yates, a closeted cross dresser, of the Four Square Pentecostal
Church of the Sacred Holy Blood of the Redeemer Jesus Christ and His
Saints, was suspicious. He knew what the men were up to, but he
kept his mouth shut. He knew if he let on he was knowledgeable of
their act, he might be considered complicit with their crime. He
was cool, calm and collected, but beneath his pious facade, he was
furious. He was the one who talked the men into doing it in the
first place. He just didn’t count on their gross stupidity.
They were suppose to take the film to him, and let him take it to the
sheriff. He would’ve told the sheriff the tape was dropped off at
his church office by some concerned, anonymous citizens and what did he
plan to do about it? He couldn’t even talk with the men about it
when he visited, or he would be found out. The preacher may have
had little education other than bible courses, but he wasn’t a stupid
They were tried,
convicted and sold into ten years of slavery to a rancher in New
Mexico, who just happened to be a cousin of the sheriff. Don
Lassiter let his cousin know they were available for a cut-rate
price. The sheriff’s new extended family wanted them out of the
state as quickly as possible and in the hands of a man who wouldn’t
allow anyone to visit or communicate with them while they were
indentured. It was his right as their owner. They no longer
had any rights and wouldn’t have for ten years. If they performed
well and kept their noses clean, they could be released in ten
years. That didn’t mean they would be.
* * * * * * *
“Are you sure
they’re coming?” Waco asked Cable for the fifth time.
young master. They’ll be here soon.” he replied.
Travis, Little Bear, JR, Lucas, Gavin, Jerry, Strom, Jack and Jill,
Ping and Pong, along with Cable, David and Jonathan were waiting in one
of the larger scout ships from the Bandersnatch, whimsically named
‘Buttercup.’ Cable no more than got the words out when a ship
appeared on the screen in front of them. Ping pointed to it to
draw the men’s attention.
“Is it a
Visallian ship, Ping?” Cable asked.
“Ping smiled and
“You men prepare
yourselves. The Visallians are a warrior race. They are a
rough lot. They have
absolutely no inhibitions and sometimes find other races particularly
to their sexual liking, especially humans. They also have a thing
for Volgorons, so if they get pushy, Master Waco, and insist on having
one of your men or a Volgoron for a temporary playmate, you let them
know they are your brothers or slaves and under your protection.
The delivery of their cargo to us and the collection of their fee
depends on their completing the transaction and keeping goodwill
between you. If they fail to do so, they will be breaking your
contract and you don’t have to honor your end of the deal. They
won’t let that happen, but they will push you to the limit to see if
they can get you to break. All in all, they may seem fierce and
animal like, but they are strong warriors who, I’ve heard it said, are
also considerate lovers. If one of your men gets a hankering for
one of them, they should let you know and you can use that as a tool
for further negotiations. They consider it a great honor to be
asked to bed someone of another species.
As is occurs in
many species in the cosmos, they live in symbiosis with another species
that will be totally new to you; however, they have come to Earth from
time to time along with their brother race, the Visallians, and exist
in Earth’s folklore as fairies or pixies. No one knows exactly
how or when the two species became interdependant upon each other, but
for all the roughness of the Visallians, their symbiotes are a
delicate, ephemeral race with beautifully colored, gossamer
wings. You will like them and find them very charming, but be
aware, they are devoted to their partner race and will barter your body
for the pleasure of their masters quicker than you can holler for help.”
“What if things
get out of control, Cable?” Waco asked concerned. He caught
a smile from Pong out of the corner of his eye.
“We have two
aces in the hole, young master. Ping and Pong can have them under
control in seconds with their pheromonic abilities. They can
instantly produce scents that will have both races subdued very
quickly; however, we’re hoping it doesn’t come to that. You men
need to be exposed to other races as they are. You need to learn
to deal with them one on one and stand up to them as equals.
Just treat them
with the utmost respect, mind your manners, but be strong and forceful
in your decisions. You don’t have to be belligerent or bellicose
with them, but be firm and don’t waver. They will admire and
respect you for not accepting any bullshit from them, and trust me,
they will try to find your weakness. This will be a great
experience for you men. You may, one day, find yourselves
fighting side by side with the Visallians and their brother race the
‘Shushonni’ against the dark forces in the universe.
And yes, their
name does sound very much like an American Indian tribe. There
has been some speculation of contact between the races. Indian
legend has it Kokopelli was a visitor from space who was stranded on
Earth among their people. He was reported to be the bringer of
mirth and known as somewhat of a trickster. A perfect description
of the Shushonni. Even the name, Kokopelli, sounds like a
of the Visallians and Shushonni arrived and docked next to their
ship. The air-locks were activated and fifteen of the most
magnificent humanoid creatures marched in lock step into the entryway
of the Buttercup. Waco heard several audible groans from his men
and knew they were not from fear but from raw sexual attraction to
these alien men. He hoped they were not overheard. The
obvious leader was as fiercesome as he was ruggedly handsome and Waco
didn’t know if he could be as strong as Cable said he must be. He
felt himself becoming a bit weak in the knees. He heard a voice
in his head.
Remember, young master, they very probably have the same feelings for
you. You can do it. We’ve given you the strength and the
power. We will help you. You are not alone. >>
He heard from the Krysallians. They were seeing everything
through his and his men’s eyes. Waco and his men would never
consider locking out their friends at a moment like this.
“Who is master
or captain of this vessel?” demanded the lead Visallian in a deep
forward a couple of steps and spoke in a strong voice.
“That would be
me, Sir. I am currently captain of this ship. My name is
Captain Waco Goodnight.”
“You are but a
young boy.” The commander of the other ship bellowed.
Sir. I’m glad to see you can tell the difference between a young
man and a midget of our race.”
There was a
deafening silence on deck and then the Visallian commander broke up
laughing obviously enjoying Waco’s retort. His men joined him in
laughter and soon the whole ship was enjoying a tension breaking laugh.
young man! So be it, Captain Waco Goodnight! Permission to
come aboard your vessel?”
granted, Captain, and welcome to the Buttercup.”
toward the huge grizzled creature with his hand out. The
Visallian commander locked forearms with Waco with strength and shook
“I am Captain
Vinceeth of the Ninth Visallian fleet. It’s good to meet you
Captain Waco Goodnight.”
“It is an honor
and a privilege to meet you, Captain Vinceeth.” Waco bowed to his
Then Waco and
his men saw the Shushonni flying around and about over the heads of the
Villasian men. They were all sizes from less than one foot tall
to a couple who were about four feet in height. Most came to rest
upon a shoulder of the Villasian warriors. One came to land
lightly on the commander’s shoulder and made himself comfortable.
One even flew to Waco’s shoulder and landed. It was a small
female with the most beautiful wings. It was about eight inches
tall and sat gently on his shoulder.
“This is my
companion, Thurlix and the youngster on your shoulder is
Keekepata. She finds you acceptable as a companion. She has
good taste, Captain Goodnight.”
“It’s a pleasure
to meet you, Thurlix. I’m pleased and honored Keekepata finds me
to her liking. She is welcome on my shoulder.”
smiled, leaned over and lightly kissed Waco on his cheek. Waco
blushed a deep red color. That was cause for more laughter.
correctly, young Captain. Keekepata is pleased.” spoke the
Waco noticed the
coffin shaped container in the middle of the Visallian men obviously
being held up by a gravitronic field. He smiled and nodded at the
“I see you have
brought our order, Captain. We are pleased, but before we take
possession and settle our agreement will you, please allow us to offer
you, your men and companions some refreshments. I think we
are prepared to entertain you.”
“And are you and
you men prepared to satisfy any of our needs, young Captain?” He
asked with a sly smile.
“As your host,
Captain Vinceeth, it would be rude of me to deny any request you might
have as to you or your company’s needs. We will do our utmost to
provide you with the finest refreshment and comfort; however, as I’m
sure you’re aware, our race doesn’t consider it necessary to provide
for another’s sexual apatite, as flattering as your offer might be to
threw back his head and laughed again as did his men.
“Ah, I can see
you are either advanced in your knowledge of diplomacy, or you’re a
speaking race who is being prompted.”
“To be honest
with you, Captain, a little of both.”
can appreciate and accept honesty even if I can’t have my way with you,
Waco led the men
into the ship’s galley where David, Jonathan and Cable were already
setting out refreshments and food for all three species. The
Visallian warriors mingled with Waco’s men and within an hour everyone
was old friends and having a good time. Some of the Visallian men
couldn’t keep their hands off the three bio-engineered men. It
was unusual for them to see nude men taking care of them, and they
found it highly erotic. Waco smiled to himself and wondered how
wonderful David, Jonathan and Cable were to put up with the pawing,
groping, and feeling they were getting. Rather than be upset,
they seemed to be enjoying themselves and were gracious to the rough
and rowdy Visallian warriors. Captain Vinceeth sat at the head
table with Waco and Ox. Strom was sitting with them.
“I hope you will
forgive my men. Our race finds your race and the Volgoron race
particularly attractive. I know several of these men are your
slaves. Are any available to pleasure my men, Captain Goodnight?”
“Not unless one
comes to me and has a request of his own. Otherwise, I hope you
understand they are my personal property and under my protection.
I wouldn’t asked that of them. Being a slave and giving up one’s
freedom is a large enough burden for any race, but to add to that
something they might not wish to do is not acceptable to me, Sir.”
“You are a man
of conscience, Captain Waco. I like that in any race.”
find my master attractive, don’t you, Captain Waco? >> Waco heard
a small voice in his head.
extremely, Keekepata, but if you tell him I must warn you. I have
strong mental abilities. I will project bad thoughts that will
make you feel like I’m pulling your wings off one by one!
>> Waco laughed in his head and heard a high pitched squeal
because you didn’t lie to me, I promise I won’t tell him. >> she
responded smiling and kissed him again on the cheek. << You like
me, too, don’t you? >>
Of course I like you. What man, Visallian or Human,
wouldn’t. You are a delightful creature. I can understand
how your races became dependent upon one another. >>
other races don’t understand, Captain Waco, but we’ve been bonded to
the Visallians for eons. No one can remember when or how it
began. Our recorded history doesn’t go back that far. Some
say we were once pets or slaves of the Visallians. It’s been
written about and discussed endlessly, but no one really knows the
reason. We just know we can’t exit without each other, so we
don’t try. >>
<< And do
you witness everything the Visallian’s do? >> Waco asked a loaded
everything. We have powers to enhance their pleasure and
abilities. Visallian men and women are known throughout the
universe to be the best of lovers. While they are strong and
demanding they can be just as compassionate and understanding.
I’ve never known a Visallian man to hurt a sexual partner. I’ve
heard many beg them to. >> she giggled.
was watching Waco out of the corner of his eye and saw Keekepata
whispering in his ear. He could see Waco’s facial expressions and
knew she was up to no good.
young Captain. She is a trickster. She will betray your
deepest confidence to me.”
“And that would
be bad, because. . .?” Waco trailed off his sentence to Captain
Vinceeth. The Captain responded with a hardy laugh. Waco
added, “She would only be telling you the truth, Captain, and the truth
never hurt any man.”
Waco got tapped
by Travis, Little Bear, JR, and Gavin. They found the Visallian
troopers hot beyond belief. To say the Visallians were a lusty
lot would be an understatement. They reminded Waco of the men
from Pirates Of the Carribean. Waco sent back a blank ‘no’ to all
of them; especially JR and Gavin. Neither had a sexual experience
yet, and they weren’t going to on his watch. Now, if he could
only dodge getting into the sack with Captain Vinceeth. Waco was
always the aggressive sexual partner with his slaves and never
experienced anal sex himself. While he was curious, he just
decided to wait until the time was right, and as a free man that
necessitated being sixteen years or older. He had to admit the
temptation to have Captain Vinceeth take his cherry was almost beyond
Captain Goodnight, could I tempt you to share my cabin on my ship for a
Keekepata giggle in his mind.
easily tempt me to your cabin, Captain Vinceeth; however, as you
pointed out, I am a young boy and still a virgin to what I know you
have in mind. While I would be honored to share your cabin, I’m
not yet ready to give up my virginity. Our customs, and laws
demand a free man may not have sex of any kind until his sixteenth
birthday. I would ask you to understand my situation and know I’m
honored and pleased you find me enough to your liking you would care to
share yourself with me.”
disappointment; however, I do understand. Virginity in our
culture is respected and placed above all other considerations.
Our society gives the harshest sentences to those who take someone’s
virginity before they are ready or without their consent, and that
includes coercion. I would never consider such a thing, but I
can’t help be disappointed. Perhaps when you’re a little older,
and we run into each other again?”
“I would be
honored to share myself with you at that time, Sir, but in the
meantime, please don’t hold me to a promise.”
“I like you,
Captain Goodnight. You are wise beyond your years. I could
fall in love with a human like you.”
“I share your
feeling, Capatin Vinceeth.” Waco spoke softly and blushed.
“Let us seal our
friendship, young Captain.” Captain Vinceeth said standing.
Waco stood and Vinceeth threw his huge arms around him and gently
pulled Waco to him. He placed his larger mouth over Waco’s and
began to kiss him. Waco felt his rough, cat-like tongue within
his mouth and swooned at the erotic ecstacy of the big male’s
embrace. His dick started getting hard and the Captain felt Waco
with his hand. He gently squeezed his cock then took Waco’s hand
and placed it on his huge member. Waco could feel it straining
against the big warrior’s leather kilt. Vinceeth broke off their
“I envy the man
who will claim you as his for your first time. I wish to the gods
it could be me. At least let me cast my lot among your possible
suitors, Captain. I would travel galaxies to share that with you,
“Your lot has
been accepted, Captain Vinceeth. It would be an honor to consider
you one of my potential suitors for my virginity, Sir.”
The two captains
settled up between them. The Visallian’s payment was beamed on
board their ship. Waco included a number of extra gifts meant as
a gratuity for the Captain, his crew and the Shushonii. At Ox’s
suggestion, Waco carefully wrapped a gold framed eight and a half
by eleven inch color photo of himself in all his cowboy clothes sitting
astride his huge pony Ranger and put a label on it as a gift for the
There was much
physical hugging and some kissing to say goodbye. After a few
drinks they were a very hands-on race of warriors. Keekepata
wanted to stay behind with Waco and begged her captain to let
her. She knew they would be in the area for a while and they
could pick her up on their way back. Waco wouldn’t have minded,
but having an alien to care for might prove difficult no matter how
charming he found her. Fortunately, Captain Vinceeth was a wise
man and gently told her they would all visit again sometime in the near
future. They had an obligation to see the product they delivered
for the Dalaks survived and was in good working order.
ship departed and all the men including the two Volgorons were
exhausted from the sexual tension. It didn’t take them long to
return and dock with the Bandersnatch. The boys helped Cable and
his men unload the casket-like crate. It looked more like an
escape capsule Waco had seen on the Bandersnatch and all the scout
ships. They pushed it into the infirmary area. The
Krycellians were waiting for them in their new mobile home.
Cable came to
Waco and told him there was a recorded message for him in the control
room of the Bandersnatch. Waco invited Ping to go along with him
to receive his message. It was from Captain Vinceeth. It
was sent over a deep space secured transmission. It was a
holographic image of him wearing only his leather kilt. Waco
could see the rest of the warrior’s massive body and muscles.
Waco was stunned by his raw boned, rugged masculine beauty, and his
young body responded to the stimulus. The captain was holding the
picture Waco included in his gifts, and he was looking at it. As
the video played he began to speak.
never have given me such a wonderful gift, Captain Goodnight; however,
it is greatly appreciated. I will treasure it always. Your
native dress is quite handsome and the animal you’re astride looks as
if you are his god. I envy him. I can only wish you were
astride me, riding me at this very moment. I know I would surely
look upon you as my young god.” With that Vinceeth reached to his
side and dropped his kilt to stand completely nude in the video.
The holographic camera began to slowly rotate around the Captain so the
viewer could get a 360 degree view of his body. Waco decided the
captain was as handsome from the rear as he was from the front.
“This is my
picture for you, young Captain. Save this video and play it when
you think of me. If you or your people need us, let us know and
we will do everything in our power to assist you. In the
meanwhile I will count the time until we meet again.”
stood for a while playing with himself and looking at Waco’s
picture. He got an enormous erection which was almost as large as
a Volgoron’s. Waco was embarrassed but flattered at the same time.
to me like you’ve made a friend, Master Waco. >> Ping
<< I know,
Ping, but why don’t I feel annoyed or putout by his boldness? >>
you’re flattered, and you are interested in him. He is only being
open and honest with you. That’s just the way his species
is. They have nothing to hide. >>
<< But I
have other obligations. >>
too young to have obligations. You just turned thirteen.
You will live thousands of years, Master Waco. There’s time
enough to love more than you see in your limited vision now.
Garron won’t throw a net over you and insist you limit yourself to him
alone. Captain Long’s main man is Captain Jones, but he has
enough room in his heart for others. He shares his love with your
dad and several others. >>
<< Do you
think I’ll adjust to these ideas, Ping? >>
course you will. You’ve already started, my who-mun son.
You’re learning to balance your love between your slaves and your
brothers. You don’t show any one more love than another.
You share equally with all of them. You give the same love to
Jack and Jill. They worship you. Pong and I have to be
after them all the time to give you some peace. They want to be
around you as much as they can. So it will be with Garron and
even Captain Vinceeth if you wish. He is a fine Visallian
warrior, Waco. He is well thought of throughout the
galaxies. He is a man of honor, position and wealth. He is
not only a Captain, he is the Admiral of the Visallian Ninth
Fleet. He commands a fleet of over a hundred thousand
ships. He would be a good man to have as a close ally. To
share his bed a couple of time could cement a bond to last until the
end of time. >>
Wow! That long, huh? >> Waco laughed at his radiantly
understand hyperbole, don’t you, Master Waco? >>
<< I do
now. >> Waco chuckled, << Thanks for your wisdom and
guidance, Ping. >>
Ping smiled and
let out a big sigh.
<< Now, if
I could only get Jack and Jill to feel the same. >> she stated in
a resigned manner. Waco couldn’t help but laugh at her.
do, Ping. They’re just not as demonstrative as us who-muns.
>> Waco gently mocked Ping’s pronunciation of the word ‘human.’
<< Did you show your parents the respect they deserved? >>
<< No, I
suppose I didn’t. I see what you mean, Waco. You’re
learning faster than I can keep up with you. I thank you for your
astuteness. >> Ping lightly touched Waco’s arm with her small
<< For all
you’ve done for us, it’s a small favor, Ping. >> Waco bowed to
her slightly and smiled. He made a mental note to have a serious
conversation with his smaller, brightly colored brother and sister who
were growing tails much more full and beautiful than either of their
we return to the infirmary, young master, to open your purchase from
the Dalaks? >>
my fair lady, we will go together. >> Waco extended his hand to
Ping. She placed her smaller one in his an they walked through
the portal into the infirmary where the rest of his men were
Waco. Come, Ping. You must see what magnificent work the
Dalaks have accomplished.” encouraged Cable.
Ping!” exclaimed Captain Jones who had arrived only moments
earlier. He came to direct the final steps that would be required
to achieve what Waco and his men planned for the Kryscellians.
were floating about head height in their new, mobile bio-chamber the
boys designed and built with the Kryscells, Ping and Pong’s help.
It was a project Captain Long gave them a year earlier. Ideas
poured in from all the boys until just the right set of values were
agreed upon and a vehicle to make them more mobile was
constructed. It was a project by committee and all the boys had a
hand in its construction.
It was an
elongated, football shaped cylinder constructed of the strongest metal
know in the universe, a hydrogenized form of titanium that was lighter
than aluminum and stronger than diamonds. It’s overall length
measured about five feet which was plenty big enough to house the
entire population of Kryscells with several decades or room to
grow. There was a three feet viewing window built into the
curvature of the container made of a lightweight aluminum based
hydrocarbon form of plexiglass. It could withstand pressures of
several hundred atmospheres.
In essence, the
Kryscellians new home could exist in deep space on their own for an
extended period of time. It was held aloft by an antigrav unit
that was powered by renewable battery cells beneath the platform they
were mounted on and could be recharged from the Kryscells own small,
but constant flow of energy. One end of the cylinder was
positively charged and the other negatively charged so they could move
about at will. It gave them a new found freedom, and they were
ecstatic with their new mobile home.
One of the most
interesting features was the metal binding rings around the cylinder
that seemed, at first glance, to be merely decorative; however, they
added considerably to the overall strength of the vessel.
Numerous design ideas were created on the boy’s computers and a couple
of notebooks of hand drawings and sketches were accumulated. The
final vote for the external design went to JR who, in his research on
decorative applications, became interested in Art Nouveau from the
early Twentieth Century. The final banding and decorative finish
looked like something from that era that gave the overall appearance
not only one of stunning engineering but also one of intricate
craftsmanship and attention to detail. Several observers were
heard to remark, it looked like it could’ve come from H. G. Well’s
production of “The Time Machine.”
became more than a simple transportation device for the
Kryscellians. It transformed what could’ve been a plain device
into a pearl of great price, a thing of great beauty which easily and
gracefully reflected the spirit of joy, thanksgiving, and high esteem
the boys held for the Kryscells. It became a testament to their
faith and trust in another race of beings who unconditionally shared
much with them. Anyone who saw it for the first time, not knowing
who or what the Kryscells were, would be instantly struck by the love
and care that went into the design and construction of the
vessel. They would have to know, the intelligence contained
within was a non-threatening life form. Above all, when the
Kryscells began to glow and emanate their light, the cylinder became
them. It became an extension of their being. It was later
remarked, no one would ever be able to think of the Kryscellians again
as simply sedentary mineral deposits who had developed as a highly
intelligent life form. By their goodness, they had met and
befriended another life form who, for all practical purposes, gave them
JR grew another
six inches in stature after having created the winning design, which
was unanimously agreed upon. Ida Mae and Hank Morgan tried to pry
out of him why he was walking taller, more self-assured, seemed more
well adjusted and content than they had ever seen him before. JR
just smiled and told them he won a prize, but they would have to wait
until it was ready for all to witness for them to appreciate his
work. Ida Mae and Hank were stumped.
“What was the
prize, Son?” Hank asked JR one evening.
“No prize as
such, Hank. The prize was winning.” JR smiled.
“Oh, Lord, Hank,
I knew it was gonna’ happen one day, but now is too soon. H’it
just ain’t fair.” moaned Ida Mae as she wiped away a tear with
soon, ma?” JR asked his mom with concern.
up, JR. It’s ever parent’s joy, but it can be devastating
at the same time. In a way, it’s hard for your ma and me to know
one day soon you’ll be your own man and won’t need us no more.”
“Aww, I don’t
see much chance in that happening.” JR brushed off their
concerns. Hank winked at Ida Mae and got a smile out of her.
* * * * * * *
coffin-like container was standing on end when Waco and Ping returned
to the infirmary. Arlen Jones was about to connect it with
a power source that would allow the walls of the cylinder to become
transparent so they could view its contents. It was connected and
in an instant the entire cylinder became transparent.
Everyone gasped. Within the cylinder was a perfectly shaped human
male. It was created from a sample of Waco Goodnight’s own DNA
and was an exact duplicate of his physical person down to his fine
cowboy appendage. The young man was surrounded by what seemed
like an amniotic fluid and looked like he was breathing the liquid
with ease. He didn’t seem to be conscious.
God!” whispered Arlen.
Father!” echoed Little Bear in awe.
Handsome cuss, ain’nee?” exclaimed Waco and then laughed at his
indeed! Perfect in every detail. Remarkable!” commented
Ox and Strom had
big smiles on their faces.
Master Waco!” David and Jonathan patted Waco on his back.
“Should I pass
out cigars?” Waco asked and the boys laughed. “How is he?”
Waco deferred to Arlen.
“His stats are
coming in now. Watch the screen.” The screen at the top of
the chamber was reading out facts and figures. “He’s fine. All he
needs now is what the scarecrow asked for.”
“But I thought
he’d have a brain.” Waco looked at Arlen.
does. He just don’t have no intelligence yet. That’s the
way we wanted him, remember?”
course, I got confused for a second.” Waco turned to the
Kryscellians who were glowing brilliantly.
<< What do
you think, Blue? Are you ready to become my brother?
>> Waco asked the beautiful blue crystal who had
contributed so much to the health of their community.
<< I think
he’s beyond my wildest dreams, Master Waco, and it would be a great
honor to become your bother. I’m ready. >>
Arlen did some
final checking and found a container inside the body cavity of the
clone where he would soon transfer the blue crystal.
Captain Jones.” Waco nodded to Arlen.
begin the process. Blue I know you can hear me. Don’t be
frightened when you first arrive. It will be dark and you will be
alone for a while, but you will have your family and the boys to
communicate with. We don’t know how this is going to work out,
but we’re here to immediately extract you if there are any
complications. Here we go.”
Arlen flipped a
switch. Cable raised an attenuator to its highest position.
The men watched as the blue crystal shimmered, then disappeared.
They looked at the body and saw it twitch in the fluid. Its legs
jumped and its arms moved about a bit, but nothing more.
<< Can you
hear me, brother? >> Waco tapped.
are sweet words, Master Waco. Yes, I can hear you, my brother.
It’s dark but I don’t feel alone. I can feel this body’s
potential all around me. >>
Correction, brother. You can feel ‘your’ new body’s potential.
Correction noted. >> there was a gentle acceptance, a resignation
of Blue’s new found position.
We are now going
to transfer you from the tank onto a table, Blue. There will be
some trauma expelling the amniotic fluid and learning to breath in
air. Don’t try to control too much. The reptilian portion
of your new brain will take over the autonomic functions of your body
and began breathing for you. Then we will quickly sever the
umbilical cord and tie it off. You will feel no pain.”
switches were thrown and Blue and his new body were laying on one of
the stainless metal tables. The body began throwing up and
gasping for air like a person rescued from drowning. Cable and
Jonathan were moping up his effluence and urging him to take deep
breaths. Arlen quickly clamped his umbilical cord and with a
sharp scalpel swiftly severed it above the clamp. Some turned
their heads away. Others watched and grimaced.
Arlen laughed at them. “You’ve all been there. You’ve all had it
done to you. You just don’t remember. It’s part of being
“It’s one memory
I’m glad I don’t have.” said Little Bear. The rest of the
men laughed nervously.
<< Did you
feel that, brother? >> Waco inquired of Blue.
and it was delicious to feel. It’s part of being a carbon based life
form. It’s remarkable. I shared it with those of my family
who wanted to experience the feeling. It’s different than sharing
Lucas or Sam’s pain when they were hurt. Theirs were no less
meaningful, but having one of their own involved puts a new and
different perspective on it for them. Not all felt like they
could share the experience. >>
<< I think
I understand that. >> said Waco.
“Should we sing
‘Happy Birthday’ to Blue?” asked Travis. Everyone laughed.
“Hell, I don’t
see why not! It is his birthday.” Waco started and all the
boys joined in a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday complete with
harmony.” The watched as a smile crossed Blue’s lips.
“Are you doing
that, Blue?” Arlen barked at the body on the table quickly
gaining normal color. The head nodded just slightly. Blue’s
breathing relaxed and he was now on his own.
Don’t try to rush it. You’ll figure out how to control your new
body as time goes on. As you know, it takes a while for human
children to learn to use their bodies. We don’t expect you to be
tap dancing on the front row of the chorus tomorrow.”
smile appeared on Blue’s lips.
next week, after you learn the ‘shuffle off to Buffalo.’” Arlen
added and laughed. “I have to give it to you men. If this works
out, it will be the most remarkable experiment I’ve been a part of in
all my years. I never would’ve thought of something like this,
but I have to say, this boarders on genius. I hope you men
realize the importance of what you’ve accomplished. This is more
than just a simple experiment. It’s a major historical
event. It is the symbiotic joining of a silicon based life-form
with a carbon based life-form. Hopefully, Blue will become an
improvement over both. Maybe ‘imporvement’ ain’t the right
word. Perhaps, it’s better to say we hope Blue will become the
flowering of the finer things of both species. This, gentlemen,
is history in the making and you are a part of it; you have a front row
seat. I can tell you one damn thing.” Arlen paused, “I
wouldn’t stand too close to Captain Long or Mr. Goodnight when you boys
introduce the new mobile Kryscellians and Blue.”
that?” bit Little Bear.
crap their Wranglers.” Arlen gave a hardy laugh.
There was much
laughter from the men.
“Is he going to
be considered like Cable, David and Jonathan, as a bio-mechanical
man?” asked Jerry, Gavin’s little brother.
Son,” Arlen responded, “but no, his body is technically a clone
of Waco’s body and there are no mechanical parts. Blue will
supply the intelligence for this body, and it will basically become
“If Blue were
not inside would it develop intelligence on its own?” asked
question. Theoretically, yes, he would begin to learn but he
would have to start from the beginning like other human children.
He would be a baby in a young man’s body. He would have to remain
in diapers and we would have to take care of his bodily functions just
like a mother would a newborn until he learned to control his body;
however, that’s not what this clone was created for. It wasn’t to
create another Waco, it was to create a body, a housing if you will,
for Blue. From what I’ve observed today it won’t take long for
Blue to be up and around controlling most of his body. Not to
embarrass him but we’ll keep him in diapers for a while.
Accidents are bound to happen.”
Kryscellians renew themselves from direct light from a class “M”
star. How is Blue going to renew himself?”
By exposing his body to direct sunlight several times a month. We
tried an experiment the last time the Kryscells were exposed to our
sun. We covered Blue with the same amount of material he has
covering him now, and he still received enough of the proper rays to
renew himself. He may have to expose himself a bit more often,
but being more mobile, it won’t be a problem.”
“How’s he gonna’
see being in Waco’s gut like that?” Ts’gan asked before he
thought it out thoroughly. The boys laughed.
“Now wait a
minute, guys. That ain’t such a bad question. Ts’gan don’t
know how all this is gonna work, and it’s an honest question.
There was a time, many years ago, I wouldn’t have any concept of what
we’re doing here today. The answer, Son, is Blue will see through
the Waco’s clone’s eyes. He will be able to see, hear and speak
just like you and I. Do you understand?”
That makes sense. Thanks, Captain Jones.”
Son. Don’t never be afraid to ask any question.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
* * * * * * *
Before Waco and
his men left the ship they watched as Cable, David and Jonathan
lovingly bathed Blue, powdered him thoroughly, diapered him and moved
him to a regular bed in their ICU. To be safe they hooked him up
to monitors and an IV drip. They had him sitting at an angle in
bed, but his eyes were still closed. They were going to feed him
intravenously until he learned to control his mouth. They didn’t
want him chewing his tongue off accidentally.
They sat with
him for a good while. The Kryscellians were hovering near to
spread their healing rays over him and the boys. Each carbon
based life-form had to sit and hold Blue’s hand for a minute.
Even Strom and Ox held his hand which immediately made them start
lactating more and their breast began to swell. They had another
young man to care for and bring along. The boys laughed at them,
but they didn’t say ‘no’ when they were offered a little Lummox teat.
The boys left
before sundown. They knew when Ida Mae served supper and left the
ship early to help her. They were in great spirits at what they
accomplished as they walked across the compound toward the big house to
wash up. They were met on the way by Scraps and Happy.
Scraps was all over them asking questions about what they’d been up
to. He was disappointed he didn’t get to go with them, but they
explained this was something they had to do alone. They assured
him he would know everything in time. They planned to take him
with them the next day to visit Blue. One thing Blue expressed he
wanted to do one day was to pet Scraps, Happy and Ranger. He thought
they were wonderful creatures.
Gimme’ a hint!” Scraps added a couple of barks to emphasize his
pal.” Lucas sympathized, “Look, we’re gonna’ take you and Happy
with us tomorrow to see what we done. We’ll be able to fill you
in then, but for right now, you’re just gonna’ have to be patient.”
shucks!” said Scraps, “Sometimes being a dog really sucks!”
The boys almost
fell on the ground laughing at him. Waco feigned indignation
through his laughter.
Scraps! I ain’t never heard you use language like that
before.” The boys couldn’t stop laughing.
Waco. Please don’t tell Ms. Ida. She thinks I’m a good dog.”
That only made
the boys laugh harder. It was hard for them to think of Scraps as
a bad dog.
“You ain’t no
bad dog, Scraps!” Lucas came to his rescue. “You’re our
buddy. We won’t tell Ms. Ida nothing. Just don’t tell her
what you learn tomorrow. We don’t want it get’n back to my Master
or Master Goodnight. We plan to surprise them.”
“You know you
guys can trust me. I won’t say nothing.”
* * * * *
The boys pitched
in and helped Ida Mae get supper on the table in no time. Foreman
Long stopped by his house to clean up before coming to the big house
for supper. He didn’t call to Lucas because he knew he’d be at
the main ranch house helping. After he washed up, and was drying
his hands and face Lazarus heard something downstairs that made a
crashing sound like something fell and broke. He put on a clean
shirt and on his way to the main ranch house he looked in the kitchen
and on back porch. There he found a small jar of preserves which
fell off a shelf and broke. He was running late and didn’t bother
to pick it up. He made a mental note to tell Lucas about it.
As he was
walking to the front door something sped by him and up the stairs so
quickly he didn’t get a good look at it. It was like a shadow
moving with no feet; almost like a phantom poltergeist. He
stopped at the base of the stairs and looked up to see if he could see
any movement, but there was none. He waited for a moment to
listen, but he didn’t hear anything either. He turned and walked
to the door.
As he walked
away from the house, something told him to turn and look back.
When he did, he caught sight of something moving at great speed past
the window in Lucas’ room. He began to wonder if Lucas was
harboring a pet he hadn’t told him about. He couldn’t imagine
Lucas doing something like that. It would be unlike him.
Lucas was about as thoughtful and considerate a young man as Lazarus
ever knew and was to a large degree the reason he loved Lucas so
much. Lucas always responded to Lazarus’ honesty.
Perhaps Lucas would tell him at supper. If not, why not just ask
Hank came to
supper to be with Ida Mae and JR. Ida Mae joined the men that
evening. It was not her custom, but Charlie began to invite her
more often. Talk was lively around the table. The boys were
still feeling the rather uplifting effect from the attention of the
Visallian warriors and they fell in love with the idea of the beautiful
gossamer, ethereal Shushonni as their symbiotic race. After all,
how many boys their age actually got to see and relate with real
fairies? It seemed like such a dichotomy. They were the
anthesis of each other, and yet, they balanced each other
completely. The boys didn’t discuss what they witnessed, but it
was obvious they had an eventful day.
“You men have
been on the ship almost all day. I know Ping and Pong have been
holding computer classes for you and Cable has several of you on a
regular rotation with the Kryscells, but you really seem to be animated
about something this evening. Care to share your day with
us?” Lazarus asked.
wouldn’t mind hearing about what you men have been up to.” added
The boys could
hardly contain themselves, but Waco was proud of them. They
looked to him for leadership.
“We just been
going over some more ideas and plans for the mobilization of the
Kryscellians, Captain Long. We’re about finished with our
planning phase and will move to the next phase within a week or so.”
That’s good! Glad to hear you men are still interested. You
haven’t shown us any plans or drawings. You’ve spoken little
about it. I thought perhaps you’d forgotten.”
Sir. It’s just we’ve been busy with other things and haven’t had
the time to fully devote to it; however, after finals this spring we
plan to spend more time on the project this summer.”
Fine! Well, keep us up to date.”
muttered their assurances and a couple bit their tongues to keep from
laughing. They knew Lazarus rarely checked in with the Kryscells
unless he was needed or he had some business with them. He
thought it was
best he keep a low profile so the Kryscells wouldn’t get the impression
he was watching their every move. He knew the boys were
interacting with them on a daily basis and if they needed him for
anything the boys would relay their message.
“By the way,
Son,” Lazarus spoke to Lucas, “do you have some small animal or bird
you’ve been keeping in your room to try and help?”
Dad. If I found a hurt animal and he’d let me help him, the first
place I’d take him is to Cable. I wouldn’t keep an animal in our
house without first asking you.”
“No, no! I
know you wouldn’t, Son. I just thought maybe one got in and you
didn’t know about it. I heard something fall on the back porch
and when I went to check there was a broken jar of preserves on the
floor. Be careful when we go to the house you don’t step on it
and hurt yourself.”
“I’ll clean it
up as soon as I get in, Dad.”
supper and as Hank, Ida Mae, Lazarus and Charlie were having coffee,
the boys were busy in the kitchen cleaning up. It was a regular
routine which they automated like an assembly line. They were
through in no time. It helped Ida Mae a lot and gave her some
free time to be with Hank. Lazarus was proud of Lucas because it
was his leadership along with Waco’s humanity that got the boys
interested in helping. On a ranch as big as the Goodnight’s
everybody pitched in to get a job done. After they finished, the
boys came back in and sat for a while with the adults.
“You ready to
head out to our bunkhouse, Son?” Lazarus asked as he stretched
and covered a yawn. He was tired after a full day in the saddle
and wanted to get an early start to bed.
As they were
walking toward the house Lazarus pointed up to Lucas’ window and told
him that was where he saw something flash across the window.
“Maybe we have a
ghost, Dad. Wouldn’t that be exciting?”
really. I’ve run across ghost before and for the most part
they’re unpleasant spirits who haven’t found their way into the greater
harmony of the universe.”
Before he could
get the words out they both saw another flash across the window of the
“Did you see
“Yes, Sir, I
did. C’mon, Dad. Let’s see what it is.” Lucas broke
into a run with Lazarus close behind.
They hit the
front porch in their heavy boots clomped across to the screen
They made enough racket to scare any self-respecting poltergeist to
death a second time. Lucas hit the stairs and was to his room in
a flash. Lazarus wasn’t so fast and as he was about halfway up
the stairs he heard the screen door on the back porch slam shut.
was, Son, we scared it away. It just went out the backdoor.”
“How do you
know, Dad?” Lucas asked.
“I heard the
screen door slam.”
Lucas ran past
Lazarus out into the backyard, but it was already dark and he couldn’t
see anything. There was no movement in the still spring
air. He walked back into the house and found the broken jar of
preserves all over the floor. He quickly cleaned it up and helped
his master get ready for bed. Lazarus was convinced it was a
racoon who learned to get in the screen doors and let himself
out. Lucas wasn’t so sure.
“If it was a
racoon, Dad, it would’ve eaten some of the preserves, and I would’ve
found paw prints in the mess. I didn’t find anything.
Nothing was eaten.”
“Humm, you got a
point, Son. We may never know, except let’s start latching the
rear screen and shutting the big door when we leave.”
“Sounds good to
me.” agreed Lucas.
* * * * * * *
Scraps and Happy
were snuggled in their favorite place in the kitchen and didn’t hear
the folks begin to leave the big house. They didn’t care
anyway. Many nights they stayed in the big house and slept in the
bedrooms with the boys. The boys made them 'comfort corners' all
over the house. Charlie had his cowboy carpenters put a doggie
door on the rear porch so they could come and go as they pleased.
Scraps heard a sound out in the yard. The Goodnights kept cats
around to keep the mouse and rat population down. They didn’t
feed them very much to keep them hungry. The sound was just too
interesting for Scraps to pass up.
gonna’ check that out, dear. >> he sent to Happy. << I need
to answer nature’s call anyway. >>
me, too, love. I’ll go with you. >> Happy replied.
In no time they
hit the doggie door and were in the yard going to their favorite spot
away from the busy portion of the yard to do their thing. As they
were walking back they saw a flash of some animal across the yard
followed in hot pursuit by one of the larger cats. There was
something about it that wasn’t right. Scraps looked at Happy and
without anything passing between them, they were away after the
chase. They got to the old barn where the portal was and saw the
cat already caught what he was chasing and jumped up on a bale of
hay. He was getting ready to leap to the loft, but Happy cut him
off. She was standing with her fangs bared daring him to move.
Whatever you have in your mouth, drop it, cat, or you won’t live to see
another dawn. >> Scraps sent to the cat in an ominous tone.
It rattled the
cat so badly he spat out what he was carrying onto the bale of hay,
jumped down and ran away as fast as he could. Whatever it was, it
was still alive and whimpering. Scraps looked at it and turned
his head from side to side. He didn’t know what to make of
it. It looked like a small human with wings.
<< What is
it, husband? >> Happy asked.
<< I don’t
know, wife, but it’s hurt, and we must help it. There, there
little one, we won’t hurt you. Can you hear us? >> he
<< Yes, I
can hear you. Please, don’t kill me. >> it begged.
won’t. Can you crawl onto my back? >> Scraps asked and
gently nudge it with his nose.
<< I think
so, but I hurt so bad. >> it said. It managed to pull
itself up onto Scrap’s back and tried to put its small arms around his
for my collar, little one. Hold onto it. >>
The small entity
found it and Scraps could feel it grab hold.
hold on tight. I will take you to some men who will help you.
ready. >> it said, and Scraps tried to get down from the bale of
hay as gently as he could. Happy followed him and he quickly went
to the post were the portal was and scratched three times at the
base. The portal sprang up.
mate! We will take it to Cable. He’ll know what to
do.” The dogs went through the portal and into the
infirmary. It was dark. The only light in the place was
shining on a man in bed.
Master Waco! >> Scraps exclaimed to his mate.
<< No, I’m
not Master Waco. >> Blue responded to Scraps. << What’s the
matter, Scraps? >>
<< I have
a hurt critter on my back. We’ve come to see our friend, Cable.
out for him, Scraps. He’ll hear you. I can’t help you right
once and called out for Cable. Cable was there in a flash and the
lights came on.
God! Where did you find her, Scraps?”
“Big cat had her
in his jaws. Happy and me, we made him drop it and bring her to
you. Can you help her, friend Cable?”
Scraps. You did the right thing. Go get Master Waco and
Lucas. Tell them it’s an emergency. Cable needs them.
Try not to get any adults out here. We can handle this ourselves.”
picked up the small winged creature. She passed out in Cable’s
gentle hands on the way to the table. He could see she had
several puncture wounds and one of her wings was almost torn off.
Scraps and Happy rushed out of the infirmary into the barn and to the
big house. They ran up the stairs and into Waco’s room.
Waco was just about to fall asleep in his Lummox’s huge arms when he
heard Scraps and Happy run into the room. Scraps put his paws
upon the bed and spoke softly.
you must come with me and Happy to the ship. Cable said to get
you and bring Lucas with you.”
“What is it,
Scraps? What’s wrong?”
“Me and wife
chase cat. Cat caught something we never see before. Little
person with wings. It was hurt. We take it to Cable.”
“Oh, my God!
Keekepata! You did the right thing, Scraps. Go back and tell
Cable we’ll be there as fast as we can.”
Scraps and Happy
sped out of the room. Ox was already getting up and ready to
accompany his master to the ship. Waco took his nine volt lantern
and flashed it into Lucas’ bedroom three times. It was their
signal to meet outside. He tried to tap Lucas’ mind, but there
was so much antistatic material on both buildings he didn’t know if he
would be successful. He saw Lucas get up and head for the
door. He and Ox ran down the stairs to meet Lucas in the yard.
Lucas got up,
threw on his Wranglers, his shirt, grabbed his boots and tiptoed down
the stairs barefooted so he wouldn’t wake Lazarus. He could hear
his master’s soft snoring in his bedroom and knew he was out for the
night. When he got to the last step of the porch he sat down to
put his boots on, but Waco and Ox were on top of him. Waco had
his boots in his hand.
boots, brother. We gotta’ get to the ship. I think we done
had a stowaway on board our ship.”
What?” begged Lucas.
“If I’m right, I
think it’s Keekepata, the Shushonni female who sat on my shoulder all
afternoon. She wanted to stay with me for a while, but Captain
Vinceeth wouldn’t let her.”
They came to the
barn, opened the portal and passed through. Sure enough there was
Cable, David and Jonathan leaning over the operating table mending
“Ah, Waco, Ox,
and Lucas. Thanks for coming.”
anything we can do, Cable?”
“No, I think we
have everything under control. If it weren’t for Scraps and Happy
she would have been big cat’s supper. They’re heroes.”
I’m very proud of them.” Waco replied.
“Is she gonna’
be all right, Cable?” Lucas asked as he watched Cable doing
microsurgery reattaching Keekepata’s wing.”
so. I hope so, but we won’t know until she begins to heal.
She may have to learn to fly again, but I feel confident she’ll pull
through. Master Waco, please go to the control room and contact
the Raven. Tell Master Jones we have an emergency situation and
have need of him to check my work.”
Waco agreed and
left. Soon a sleepy eyed Captain Jones was standing beside Cable
looking through microscopic lenses at his handiwork.
“You done fine,
Cable. You didn’t need me, but you done the right thing by having
Waco summon me. I think she’ll be fine.”
how can you be here and in that bed at the same time?” Scraps
asked him. Waco chuckled. Lucas and Ox smiled.
“That’s not me
in there, Scraps. It’s a copy of me. Remember that
beautiful blue crystal that sang to you to help you after your
“It’s a human
body for him. He’s inside.”
“I heard him
speak to me. He told me to call out for Cable. How did he
get inside your body?”
“That’s what we
were going to tell you about tomorrow, but since you’re here, you and
Happy may as well meet him. He might not be able to speak yet,
but you can hear him in your mind.”
Waco took Scraps
and Happy into the ICU room and told them to put their paws up on the
bed to get a better look. They did and could see it was the very
image of their young master. Blue could feel them and
smiled. They watched as his eyes fluttered and opened. Blue
through his new body’s eyes for the first time. His first sight
was Waco, Scraps, Happy, Lucas and Ox. He began to shed tears.
End Of Chapter
24 ~ Waco’s Lummox
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