The stagecoach pulled to a stop. The doors open and the Apaches explode into violence. Bro. Reynolds is pummeled with a swiftness and savagery that makes the even the reptilian agent widen his eyes in amazed shock at these mammals. He slips like a shadow around the revolting scene. The men of Saras were insane in the rage and violation to the target. Maras is cold efficiency.

The dry scents of the open desert fill my nose and the feel of the scalding sand on my pads makes me tingle with life-force. I love this thick physicality, the breath, the adrenaline making these muscles feel so incredibly alive when I tear into a living prey.

This is so different that the regimented life and disembodied consciousness in the Ethership Corps for Maras. I may have resonated with the star clusters of Aldebaran and tuned to the black towers of Carcosa behind the moon, but now I have gone beyond the Council of the Selected. I have tasted Independence.

The Twelve Chambers resonate with a strange new virus, actually a very old virus the Council thought was contained.

They felt it, it made them uncomfortable, a longing for openness, stillness and stagnant heat. This longing filled the resonating chamber. The older members were able to repress the feeling and call the council to order. Plans had gone entirely wrong. Not only had Saras not been saved and the contact project ruined but Maras had been infected by the broadcast Orgones of a defected agent.

“The Council“

The negotiation became overtly heated when Captain Chuck also refused to traffic in opium. What Captain Chuck wanted from the Norwegian was complex and not easily defined

Things turned on a pivot the moment the Norwegian’s mouth curled into an insult. Captain Chuck picked up a small skull from the baubles hanging at his neck. It is a small whistle.

The tavern is full and small groups of men, the pirates from both ships intermingled, drinking and laughing, some singing. Chuck’s eyes are as cold as a Crocodiles; he stares into the Norwegians mocking eyes, raises the whistle to his lips; he blows.

Like a flashing thunderbolt, the Norwegian skipper’s crew is dead. Pistol shots shatter bone, leaving bleeding organs to seep blood. Knives and cutlasses fly through the air on pre-determined trajectories, slicing throats. One collective gag of death makes the tavern shudder into silence.

Captain Chuck holds an old pig sticker to the Norwegian skipper’s throat, and gives him an evil smile, and asks him to repeat himself very carefully. As the skipper mouths the words this time his throat is uncertain, feeble and almost halting. Chuck studies his face… his eyes. Having failed to show the proper shift in perception, Captain Chuck slides the long square blade into the skipper’s throat in one flash.

“The Whistle Blower“

Radio waves are modulated by strange bird like organs that broadcast the chirp. It is not a chirp like a bird, it is the modulation of electro-magnetic energy. These bird like organs are actually a form of reptilian nervous structure used to communicate. These creatures communicate to each other with radio like signals.

Reptilians piloting craft can modulate the frequency so that a ham radio may pick it up. As they orthorotate this signal will echo causing duplicate signals, causing a strange mirror effect as it pulls from 4-d to 3-d.

Large
Dark
Reptile eyes like a crocodile,
Veins swell, lungs puff
A radio scream barley audible
To mammal ears
Coils and windings tingle
Birds and radio sets respond
Nature is a radio
For
Large
Dark
Reptile eyes like a crocodile.

My signals are echoing badly but I have managed to broadcast to the men of Saras. The V point is never an easy dimensional navigation. The signals start to mirror before they morph into the new unity of the orthorotation.

I can feel the thickness of physicality. The time energy is bouncing and if plans go wrong I am feeling a connection to the future. The men of Saras are too low to handle with grace the raw power we have attempted to share.

I sense that Titan at Borderland Sciences has the code. He understands how the V-point folds the echo signals into the proper message. The mirror effect as it is known, that or the echo effect, or for clarity can be called the mirror-echo effect on EM Etheric broadcast.

“Radio Head“

To be continued…