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For a while now you've been pestering me to tell you all my story. I know you'll all of heard of my time with the Legion, Supplimentary Unit Brava, out in the Horsehead with Dawnstar, Star Boy, Triplicate Kid and Oracle. The legends that followed me back home are amazing and shocking but remember they are only just that, Legends. Tall tales of daring and wonder loosely based on what might have beens and what should have been. They are to the truth what the tides are to the storm. They are nothing more than a sign of its passing, a result of a violent cause.
They are not the whole story.
The stories you'll have heard will have many similarities to the tale I want to tell, the same names of characters and places, the dates of battles and maybe some of the outcomes. But the guts of a good story is in the details as all the great Bards will tell you.
Well I'm not a great Bard, just a woman who has lived through a war, loved a fair man and lost a soul mate. A gifted woman, I'll agree. My families tuning to the elements was strong in my blood allowing me to tease the air into currents and eddies, but I was never a true Hero. Only a farm girl who grew up in the wrong times.
You see, I've seen real Heroes from across the mainly star filled skies as they puke and piss like regular folks. It's true I've danced to music made on real Dragons gut twine strings, drank wine made from plants we could never cultivate on out mineral poor farms, seen the Nebulae of afar as they birth young stars and ultimately seen too much to want anything other than a place and daughters of my own and then to die here with my family on our dark skied homeworld.
But you don't want to hear about that do you? No, I can see in your innocence that these are truths I'll have to glide over, as easy and distant as your five winged kites.
You want to know about the Legion.
You want to hear about Heroes of Legend with passions and powers beyond our ken. Alright, I'll give you Heroes but you may not like them at the end, for what are Heroes but Men, Women and other who do great acts with no fear of consequence.
If you are sat comfortably then I'll begin.
Let me tell you about the Legion.
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The children had been badgering her for months now.
At first they were shy. A few stared as she strode through the market place. A few more whispered the next week she visitted. By the fifth time they called out to her “Nightwind! Nightwind! Tell us your stories, Nightwind of the Legion!” but she ignored their calls and bartered for her supplies instead.
Within that time the council of the Six Peaks had approached her of course and asked her, no.. they pleaded that she take a seat on their raised dais in the Cloudfilled Chamber. She had laughed and politely shown them her door. “Feel free to visit at any time.” She had called after them, and one or two had in the months that followed, but she never allowed them to make the offer again. What use, she thought, would a damaged windwalker be to these people? They don’t need my views, they need to talk to the farm workers and Earth lovers amongst themselves.
Still, as is the way of these things, she faced questions and bold stares and whispers still as she walked through the town. Do they really still expect me to fly? She thought with amusement.
Summer comes quick and never stays long on these upland moors. The mists and chill are gone almost over night as the smaller second star, Erabinus, makes it appearance in their western sky. A time to watch the fruits bloom, the weeds invade and many winged small indigenous flyers return over their skies.
With the return of the brief summer and the filling of the markets with new faces selling their produces she made her first real friend amongst the local folks. An old Speaker, much like her grandmother had been, returned to the moors after a two year journey visiting her children in the southern islands. The old lady, blessed be her wisdom, had taken one look at Berta and clapped her hands in delight.
“Aah, now you lassie look like ye could do with a nice hot brew of nettle tea and a hand baked tattie scone or two.” Berta loved the woman ever after and they soon began seeing each other with a regularity and familiarity that Berta and Coreed, the generous Grand Dame of this market town on the edge of the Vast Snow, grew to acknowledge was like of a friendship foretold.
It was Coreed’s idea that Berta should tell the children the truth about the Legion.
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Okay, so some of you may have noticed the names of the Legionnaires above and thought "hmmmmm, there goes Harbi, retelling history just to fit her story" and you know what you would be right too. This will not follow established Legion history so count it as an Elseworlds or Earth 2 story. I'll fill in all the gaps as I go along, never fear!
I'll be posting more tonight as we learn a wee bit more about this Berta Harris and the choices that led her to become a Legion SUBber.
If you want to let me know what you think so far, have any questions or just want to say "hi" then don't be shy, post away.
It's great to be back!
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Everyone has heard of the great industrialist Rene Brande and his idea to start up an academy for talented metas in the early 30th century. Brande had one of the few descendants of Krypton on his staff as his personal bodyguard and most probably one time lover, the infamous Lor El. It is told how Lor El made him realize the great untapped potential of the youths of the Milky Way. A call to his Personnel Resource Department and four other registered metas on his Earth staff were sent to him. It’s an urban legend no longer even questioned that all five of the Founders met that day and immediately agreed to join Brande in his quest to reassert the Heroic Potential of Humanities Dreams.
That very day, so the stories go, he renamed them in the style of the great Heroes of the past. Lor El became Shield, Aln Stalb was to be known as Triplicate Kid, Ani eb Stark was renamed Lightning Lass, Shunam Murdo Trileman he re-christened Colossal boy though later he changed it to Goliath, and Fluor Arexi iii, my poor sweet husband to-be was to be forever remembered as Star Boy. The Founders, blessed be.
Everyone knows how they traveled from world to world to search for and sponsor these gifted children. All have heard how they spread their doctrine of harmony between the different worlds and diverse cultures. It is already one of the best known facts that Brande did not set out for these children to be affiliated to any political faction, system alliance or military body, these things just happened as the group evolved. Everyone knows that.
Well let me tell you everyone knows Puckshite!
Fluor had told me many times as we lay together and as we swam in the velvet skies that Brande wanted an army to further his own political career. For those of you who doubt my words just look at the man’s record over the last five cycles. Brande is a calculating schemer who’s interest in children stemmed from an unnatural feeling towards young flesh, and an ambition that allows him to use anyone and everything to further his own ends without fear of conscience.
Fluor told me that he was one of nine hand picked metas employed straight out of an Earth Gov meta registry. As the bribes alone to even read the registry must have been huge Fluor reckoned Brande must easily have spent several Million Year credits just arranging those initial meetings. Of the nine metas taken from the registry only four were chosen, to fight the good fight along side Brandes’ one time floozy Lor El. The rest where never seen again. There have been many who have tried to track the missing five, but none have ever succeeded.
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Berta sits cross legged on a large blue scatter cushion.
She is in her own small croft hut. The walls are wattle grey, the floor is a solid brown. She has little furniture and a rudimentary kitchen in this, her central room. The scatter cushion is the only colourful object, rich enough to draw the eye, attract the hand and entice the body. It is covered in small needlework patterns of pale blues and amber.
She nurses a cup of nettle tea in both hands, enjoying the sharp scent as if it were a friendly memory. Her eyes are closed but she feels the disturbance in the air as the old lady, her only real friend for a hundred klicks around, approaches her squat dwelling place.
Coreed doesn’t knock at the door, in this place and at this time that would be taken as rude. Instead the Grand Dame walks through the short hall and straight into the central room, her thick leather boots clicking on the earth brown tiles.
“Elanur says you scare the children.”
“I’m not surprised.” Berta raises her head and smiles a melancholic smile.
“Elanur is a fool my dear, you mussn’t lie to them Berta, children have enough intelligence to deserve the truth. “
Berta rises from her cushion and offers it to Coreed. The old lady is not fool enough to decline and Berta helps lower her onto its plush comfort. A cup of nettle tea is handed to Coreed and the Berta sits crossed legged on the floor in front of her.
“Coreed, maybe my purpose isn’t to argue with the locals, my own clan live many hundred klicks south of here, I’ve been thinking..”
“Berta, you are the best thing that has ever happened to this Gods forsaken dung heap and no mistakes! It’s an honour to have met you m’lassie, and while it is not my place to tell a great Legionnaire what she should or shouldn’t do,” a sly ironic grin on the old lady’s face elicits an echo of the same from Berta, “you must not let snow-wives gossip and fear of the truth stop you or scare you away.”
Berta sniffs at her tea. “Thank you Coreed, you are a real friend.”
Coreed lowers her face to sniff at the brew in her hands and once more smiles. “A real friend must be honest, and honestly Berta, while you were gallivanting across the many starred sky did they not teach you how to brew a decent tea? This is truly awful!”
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By the time we had heard of the Legion out here on the upper Limb of the Eastern Milky Way I was already six of our long years old. I had been through my Twelve Days Initiation becoming a Windwalker, my Grandmother having taunted the Screaming Winds around my poor pale body, bringing forth the blood right that all our women folk on the Southern Reaches have. Like my Grandmother and her Grandmother before her and skipping generations all the way back to the First Rulers in Clouds she brought forth the Third Song from my spirit, the voice of my will that bends the air currents around us. Even back then my clan were proud as I had a mighty will.
You may not remember the old purple Omnicrom Stellar Fix series comm plants. Never mind, they were antiquated before they even reached us on the Reaches. My father, ever a serious man, had a routine whereby we would all gather each Septan Eve, before the Weeks End Feast, and listen to newscasters from the distant many starred Systems. This was as much as he would allow us children to hear from the Offworlds.
The Legion had been mentioned a few times I’m sure, but the first time I really remember hearing about their exploits was their rather unorthodox solving of the missing Quintine Crystal case.
Even as a young girl, like most I suppose, I wanted to be different. I wanted to BE someone.
No, that’s not right really, I knew I WAS someone.
My Grandmother took me aside afterwards and quietly asked what I was thinking. Well she could see right through my poker face. My Grandmother and I were always very alike and of course she had spotted the awakening longing in me that eventually led me to the Legion.
“Lassie,” she said, “your obligations go no further than to yourself and your hearth, never forget that, no matter where you think you must be.” She had looked me in the eye and even in that late evening light she must have seen the blush tint my pale cheeks.
I nearly missed the opportunity to apply for Legion sponsorship, do you know that? If my little cousin Agathe hadn’t slipped and split her lip then bled copiously over our old school ma’am, Miss Senik, I’d never have had an excuse to go back to the homestead that afternoon. My aunt Tilda, the youngest of my Grandmothers’ children and ever the rebellious of my aunts was listening the local Omnicrom stations. Even as I walked through the door with young Agathe they were offering an opportunity for one lucky listener to be flown to the Oort cloud staging Asteroid Grimdrell where a representative of the Legion would be looking for potential members. As the Omnicrom was never played of an evening unless Father was present to tune it to the correct news channels I might not have heard of this offer. Maybe I would have heard from one of our neighbours, but who can say?
The talk was all of which of the Legionnaires would be there. Listeners had voted for Triplicate Kid as he was greatly renowned for his boyish looks and easy manner. The supposedly dashing Captain Valor and bold Ultra Boy were close runners up. The Omnicrom jock was enjoying fielding calls about these brave and heroic youths. Aunt Tilda saw the look on my face and was beginning to turn off the broadcast when she saw Agathe. Her attention immediately focussed on the youngest girl of our family and she fussed her ridiculously leaving me to listen in wonder as the Omnicrom jock told me how to finally realise my dream.
In another world Agathe and I arrived back to the homestead minutes later and I never heard these broadcasts, or aunt Tilda had switched off the broadcast before I could hear the competition properly. On those worlds I probably lived a stable life amongst my clan, maybe even marrying and bearing girls to Bron, my first childhood crush by now. Perhaps and perhaps again, we can only guess at what might have beens.
What I did know was I had to be in the Great Tsaratanami Massif city of Dauphin Major in ten days. 1,300 klicks in ten days! And our old beat up hover Vikkin had the habit of breaking down at least every 100 klicks. I would have to get there myself if I really wanted to go.
My father would disapprove, my mother would forbid it, the only one who I knew I could trust to tell where I was going was my Grandmother. She would understand my dream. She would somehow stop my parents from banning me from trying at least.
It was to be the first time I would Windwalk without her guidance. That was to be our last conversation and I have always regretted the sharp words we exchanged. Even these dozen standard years later the worry and fear in her eyes as I stormed out of her small hut that evening sends shivers through me. I later heard that she did tell my parents where I was going and what my plans were, though it took her six hours to walk the half klick from her small hut to the families homestead. At least she had given me a chance even if she didn't want me to go.
I hope she would have grown to be proud of me by now, but I'll never know as she passed away while I was fulfilling my Legion training quota and by the Clouds Own Booming Voice she could be damnably stubborn!
Maybe I am more like her than I ever imagined.
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As she watched the high flying Kites punched through the ice crystals of the Altocumulus Undulatus above her. Their contrails weaved patterns of wonderment within the cotton wool rolled sky. She half closed her eyes to squint for details. She knew she would not be able to see their identification plumes clear enough to recognise the families involved, still she tried. Her Legion bio-enhancements still worked, but they were never that good. The kites were five or so klicks straight up.
This far north of the Massif there would not normally be so much activity so high up. It was one of the reasons she had chose to live here. As the five winged flying serfs darted like legendary eagles she could feel their every movement above her head.
“I hope it’s not a sprockin’ unofficial Clan meeting!”
Coreed had said exactly what Berta had been thinking.
The two had been picking delicate Joopli blooms in Coreeds’ southern orchard all day, stopping only once to break bread and drink from an old blue veined porcelain flask. Earlier Berta had joked about Coreeds’ ongoing battle to teach her to drink nettle tea like a northerner, “I’d be as well just suck the stalk directly if I wanted it that strong” she had teased. Coreed had smiled at her young friends’ comment but said nothing. When finally they had stopped to lunch the great sun Aratochi had started on its downwards turn and little Erabinus had long slipped below the horizon, Coreed had only sipped once from the flask before passing it to Berta. “Here lass, this’ll refresh you.”
Without stopping to smell the brew within Berta bravely took a large gulp and it nearly all came back out through her nose as she gasped and spluttered and choked!
“Apple brandy lassie, my own recipe. Nettle tea is fine indoors but if we’re working out in these fields I prefer something a bit more robust, don’t you agree?” Coreed smiled like a cat.
“Oh Goddess Coreed, did you have to spoil it with that much cinnamon?” and both women had laughed loudly before picking up their baskets and returning to their hard earned harvest. Their woven baskets were half filled with the rare fragile blooms so valued by lovers and the grieving. They both knew that they had only this day before the flowers would spoil so neither made much small talk. There was work to be done. Berta found the physical effort to be exhilarating but cheated quite often by teasing a breeze to push a fragile flower just beyond a comfortable reach towards her. Coreed, tough as a Kathooni yak, had wilfully struggled with the large bushes without complaint softly humming an ancient verse to herself. Surreptitiously Berta blew a breeze around her friend, keeping her cool, aware that the Grand Dame had no bio-enhancements to keep her going through the long day.
Two hours later the kites had appeared. Within half an hour the sky had their contrail scrawl all over it.
“Coreed, if it is a full Clan do' will my family be there?”
“You are not their Speaker if it is Berta, it is not your place to have a wee worry.”
“I haven’t seen my family for nearly ten years Coreed, I think a 'wee worry' is the least of my feelings right now.”
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Very nice B, a change of pace from your usual full throttle adventures and you write it well....
So, you have recreated the Legion then (again ), your Brande is quite sinister, Lor El as a Kryptonian - great name, it made me laugh! Berta seems rather cynical - can't wait to see how you tie in the young headstrong runaway with the battle weary Legionnaire. Coreed is an interesting character already and what's this clan meeting about then? Is Berta ashamed to meet her family?
Anymore comng soon?
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Thanks Sean and Keith, I'll get back onto this either tonight or tomorrow as we follow young Berta through her Try-out and we find out why the skies are so full of kites and how to make a perfect brew.
Glad you're enjoying it!
Bxx
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Unlike the human stock who originally seeded this world nearly six hundred standard years ago our peoples hair has developed beyond the single strand of proteins used to trap air against the scalp. Our long manes also fulfil a sensory function, particularly important if you are a Windwalker. It senses changes in the atmosphere around us, it allows us to feel movement nearby and lets be honest now, it looks terrific!
It was this awareness of disturbances to the atmosphere that alerted me to the approaching jet. Until that point I had never seen a flying machine. I know that jets are not that rare these days but all those cycles ago our skies were only disturbed by serf kites and silver shelled beetles on their seasonal flights.
I was stood on top of a spinning column of the sweet humid moor air, wind walking in the most literal sense towards the distant city of Dauphin Major. The long spindle shaped machine roared several hundred feet above me, blasting itself towards the Great Tsaratanami Massif and shattering the tranquil skies around it. I had nearly lost my concentration as I struggled to keep myself from being rudely flung to the ground below.
Even as I cursed their ineptitude the green jet slowed to a stop and hovered in the clear skies half a klick ahead of me.
My young determination took over and forgetting how close I had just come to my death I hurled myself at the ship, intent on giving the person responsible a piece of my mind. It wasn’t until I became level with it that I saw the Lester Corp logo and realised that onboard was probably a member of one of the richest families in the United Planets. Even then I had sense enough to bite my tongue.
“Hey li’l lady, goin’ my way?” the voice appeared at the same time as the small holo of a thin bored looking man in a garish purple and gold flight suit. For the second time in as many minutes I nearly lost my concentration and fell. “We’re going to see the freakshow at Dauphin, you wanna ride?”
It took me two seconds to stammer my reply. An airlock opened directly in front of me and I blew myself into the personal jet of the richest kid in the galaxy, Delroy Lester the Ninth, the so called Bejewelled Boy!
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The Great Tsaratanami Massif city of Dauphin Major is one of our largest cities. With a population of nearly three hundred thousand it has a fifth of our planetary population within its mighty walls. I had never visited such a massive hive of population before.
The excitement of finally seeing such an incredible place and the up and coming competition had kept me awake for the last 42 standard hours as I wilfully strode on top of the air. Within an hour of entering the green jet of Delroy Lester I was asleep. He had personally greeted me as I tumbled out of the airlock, a large grin on his otherwise bland face. He didn’t actually offer his hand as was the norm in those days, instead he looked at me as if I were a curio on a market stall before turning and indicating I should follow him. When I think of what he could have been like I guess we were lucky that he was a catamite and had no taste for our young flesh. There were five of us you see, all Windwalkers of some skill, all eager to prove ourselves to the local Omnicrom station exec that we should be their representative at the Legion Try-out. We were all polite to each other, with that acid sweetness one usually reserves for one you truly despise. My face ached from pretending to smile while we introduced ourselves and exchanged the most basic of introductions. It may be ofinterest to hear that one of the Windwalkers was Delia Vroon, the current Arch-premier of the southern continent.
I had no idea that there would be so many of our folk trying out for the chance to have a formal Legion Try-out!
As I said though I fell asleep almost as soon as I sat in the retro- leatherette suite that young Delroy led me to. The four Windwalkers were horrified at my assumption but there was nothing I could do except rest. When I awoke nearly two hours later we were approaching our goal. The skies around the city were awash with serf kites and small-stead flyers. It looked like a Moorwash midgies swarm, buzzing and angry, waiting for a victim. Though we weren’t to know it as we sipped Denebian orange juice in the back of the spacious personal jet that victim was going to be me.
My family hadn’t taken the news that I was leaving well. I may have been a Windwalker so by planetary law, if not custom, I should have been allowed to travel anywhere under the lapis skies. My father had other ideas. As a greatly respected Elder of one of the Landlocked Families he had called in many favours to find me and bring me back to the home stead.
As all young adults instinctively know, dreams are there to be followed without querying the need to dream. And as a young adult I had done exactly that. Unfortunately, as a young adult I was not aware of that other great guiding axiom, there’s always someone who wants to piss on your chips.
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Eventually, as the large sun set slowly behind the Westron Hills the two ladies finished their blossom picking.
The Cumulonimbus mamma clouds were beginning to colour on their underbellies with the dull red of diffused sunlight, appearing to hang pregnantly against the pale evening sky. The kite trails had faded only an hour before. With the coming gloaming the wind off the North Snow began to chill the old lady as she carried her abundant basketful of the fragile blooms. Berta slipped off her long grey cloak, thin and soft to touch yet enough to keep a body warm, and without speaking lay it across Coreed’s shoulders. She was thanked with a tired smile.
They walked up the slight hill, the air rich with eve’bloom scents; sweet night blossoming gingerhook and evening glory mooonflower. The two women had not spoken much after lunch and Berta guessed that her friend was too tired to begin now. Even as she thought about the sudden appearance of the serf kites earlier Berta knew better than to bring them up right now. She may have been a Legionnaire but Coreed was a Speaker and so it was not the younger woman's place to begin asking questions. Even if there was one in particular she wanted to ask.
Coreed stumbled on some loose earth, nearly dropping her precious cargo from her basket onto the rough ground below. Berta stepped forward, gently clutching the older lady’s arm and supporting her. Only two blooms fell.
“Bet you’re thinking what a silly woman I am, I’ve only tilled this ground for forty Long Years, you’d think I’d know where to step by now, eh lass?”
“We’ve had a long day Coreed, it’s only that you lead so well that I haven’t fallen up this path a dozen times yet.”
“For one who’s travelled where you have and seen the things you’ve seen you’re surprisingly bad a liar. Thank you anyway lass, you’re a kindly soul in a cold world” Coreed smiled and carried on up the path towards her dark house.
Berta laughed to herself as she followed her friend. It took them nearly half an hour to walk the half mile up the hill, Coreed taking care over the dips and jutting stones that interrupted their way. Berta was happy to let her friend lead, it never crossing her mind that she could just as easily of flown them.
As they reached the low roofed collection of rounded buildings that made Coreed’s family homestead they could both see the serf kite contemptuously scratching at the old courtyard. Berta had felt it approach the house an hour ago but thought better than ask if Coreed was expecting visitors.
Coreed squinted in the soft evening light and grunted, nodding towards the house. “I’m not expecting anyone lass, you think it’s for you maybe?”
Berta strained to make out the plume markers but in this light she could not see it clearly. “I hope not Coreed, I really hope not. We’ve had a long enough day already don’t you agree? I’d much rather just get home to my shower and crib instead of entertaining.”
Softly, with the lightness of tone both women used when teasing Coreed answered “You Legionnaires aren’t so mighty after all are you really?”
Both women were laughing as they approached the two strangers in the courtyard.
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quote:Originally posted by Numf-El: From rupturing realities to freakshows.
And that's just this week
Thanks again Ken.
Oh loved how you saved yourself in Dragons - very ingenious who said copper wire from ha'pennnies?
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), your Brande is quite sinister, Lor El as a Kryptonian - great name, it made me laugh! Berta seems rather cynical - can't wait to see how you tie in the young headstrong runaway with the battle weary Legionnaire. Coreed is an interesting character already and what's this clan meeting about then? Is Berta ashamed to meet her family?![[LOL]](graemlins/lol.gif)
who said copper wire from ha'pennnies?
