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Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXV By: Richard Davidson on 3/13/2003; 10:06 PM One of the cats had eaten the fresh Gualpo meat, Kasheeba remembered, as she plunged into the icy water. Why this childhood memory suddenly played itself out in her mind was of no concern to her, as she dove straight down, her eyes darting to look for Alexander. She was dangerously close to actually caring about this man; perhaps like a mother, she reassured herself. She could hold her breath over seven minutes, so she circled the perimeter of Alexanders entry point slowly and precisely. There! He was sinking slowly, and little air bubbles were starting to leak out his nose, and it looked to Kasheeba as if he was running out of time. To her surprise, she saw him shake it off, and start to swim for the surface. That was good, and as she was about to swim upwards herself, a rush of bubbles enveloped her, and she could breathe. Swig had formed an air pocket around her, which meant he planned to suck her into the torpedo sub, which, of course he did. Swig was very proud. He had elevated himself to glory, staying undetected all this time, and now rescuing the noble Kasheeba, who might be his Captain; he really wasnt sure. You idiot, Kasheeba admonished him, draping herself across him, as the door slammed shut, and narrowly escaping having her rear end bruised. There wasnt much room to move, so she gave him a series of light head butts, instead of striking him. This was very difficult for Swig. She was completely driving him wild, but was being very unpleasant at the same time. Confused and frustrated, he decided not to think about it. He would simply go along with whatever she wanted, and not ask any questions, he decided. That was a pretty good decision, and Kasheeba set to the task of finding Alexander again. She turned the torpedo sub towards the direction shed last seen him, and was ready to charge, when she saw a great black and white flash. An Autrioselon. A giant flying Killer Whale. She was having a very hard time believing it. Swig just stared, vacant-eyed, not caring any more. Hed obviously lost his mind quite some time ago, and was now dreaming up imaginary animals, and boy did this one look real! Leviticus hit the water with the force of eight or nine African Elephants, surged beneath Alexander, and surfaced with Alexander standing majestically astride his nose, until he almost fell off, and then clung tightly to the great sea creature. Do you really want to be that close to my mouth? asked Leviticus, telepathically. Alexander scrambled to get a bit higher. Ill try not to break you, thought the whale, laughing just a bit. Im a bit stronger than when we last met, announced Alexander, wondering why he had. Oh really? asked the whale. Hang on! Alexander didnt much like the sound of that, and started to protest, but it was far too late. They were off. We have to go pretty fast, anyway, said the whale. Alexander just hung on, and didnt think anything. Its raining chunks of ice the size of your head a few hundred miles from here, Leviticus told him, with authority. Say, do you know those people trying to follow us in that torpedo sub? Wha-what? thought Alexander. Um, I might, I suppose; Im not sure; I dont know. I could kill them without slowing us down too much, whatdya think? asked the whale. No, lets see who they are first, Alexander thought, efficiently. Well, seeing who people are can kill you, you know, answered the whale, obviously unhappy with that idea. You wouldnt even eat them, would you? asked Alexander, with mild outrage. Theres two things I kill, answered the whale, food, and enemies. Sometimes I eat my enemies, especially when theyre not robots, but were really pressed for time here, believe me. Are you sure youre keeping enough distance? Swig was surprised to hear himself ask Kasheeba. Of course Im sure. He cant get us back here, she lied, knowing full well she was at the Autrioselons mercy, and had been ever since he showed up. Why are we following this creature? Hes taking Alexander somewhere safe. Theres a deadly ice storm coming. Ice storm? What the hells an ice storm? Well, said Kasheeba in her most scholarly voice, its when a ridiculously large explosion sends millions of tons of ice into the atmosphere, and it rains down in pieces the size of cannon balls. Whats a cannon ball? About the size of your head. Oh. Those people on the boat are all going to die, arent they? asked Swig, feeling a bit sad. As far as he knew they werent his enemy, so they must be comrades, which meant their deaths had to be avenged, somehow. The Bahini? said Kasheeba, with a chill. Those are some good warrior people there. But will they die? Swig sounded desperate. I dont know. They are a very resourceful people. BUT WILL THEY DIE?? Swig shouted, suddenly. Get ahold of yourself, man, Kasheeba rebuked him. People die. These people appeared to have gills or something, so my guess is theyre going to dive. So they ARE going to die! wailed Swig. Dive, I said DIVE! she shouted, much louder than Swig ever could have. And so he did, and they shot 1,500 feet straight down, before she could correct their course. You idiot, now Ive lost them, she said with disgust. Dont we have any tracking equipment on this thing? Swig asked, earnestly. Yes, but your foots on it. Oh. That was it for that idea. Swigs legs had cramped quite a long time ago, and there was no force on this earth that could get them to move. Kasheeba breathed on his ear. A tiny fire started at the lobe, and ran screaming through his head, and his body convulsed for a second. She did it again. He twitched, and banged his head on the hatch twice. She softly kissed his neck, and when his foot jerked just enough to fit her hand in, she grabbed the MBLX Tracker, lit the screen, and began scanning for a big flying whale. Youre not a nice person, pouted Swig, whod about had enough. Yes I am, she cooed, and kissed him tenderly, for about 1/10th of a second. Swig blushed, and said, I guess you are, in kind of an aw shucks voice. I guess its good that we dove, Kasheeba said, charitably, as chunks of ice began pelting the tiny sub, slowed down by the 2,000 feet of water above them. I dont think we couldve outran this thing. Alexander and Leviticus were at the peak of a well executed jump, and Alexander could see for miles. He could hear the sound of a great woosh behind him, and turned his head to see a wall of ice crashing into the ocean only a few miles away. What do you think of that? asked the whale. Its amazing! said Alexander. Well, Id hoped youd like it, Leviticus thought warmly. It might be the last thing you see.
RE: Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXV By: Ben C on 3/21/2003; 12:05 AM "That was a pretty good decision" -- Gold. : ) ps, how long has it taken you to write this novel (up to this point?), and will you be a posting a full version, when you're done? (too lazy to read all the little parts..). Also, when will you be done? Let us know... :ben
RE: Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXV By: R.A.B. on 3/21/2003; 11:02 PM Richard how did you start writing your novel? Is it because of a crazy fictional situation that keeps on popping out of your head which if you tried to write in a short story it keeps on stacking up until it's too long to be a short story? How do you prepare for writing a novel? Please tell me, I think I want to try writing a novel too.
RE: Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXV By: Richard Davidson on 3/22/2003; 4:42 PM Some recent questions: how long has it taken you to write this novel (up to this point?), and will you be a posting a full version, when you're done? (too lazy to read all the little parts..). This is a good question, and I'd like very much to answer it. Welcome to Percotran -Part II was published here 10/21/2002; 11:02 PM. I'm thinking part I was shortly before that, perhaps on the same day, so I've been working on it for sixteen years, if you do the math wrong. Once I have all the parts done, I will probably go back and edit. Then, I will probably have a ham sandwich on rye, with Swiss Cheese. If we're out of Swiss, I might settle for Cheddar, I really don't know yet. We'll deal with that when the time comes. As for publishing "Welcome to Percotran" as one big giant story on this site, I doubt that will happen. I'd rather make it a book, with a cover, and sell it to anybody who wants to get rid of me, rather than listen to me drone on and on and on and on... Also, when will you be done? This is another good question. I will be done when I get to the end, which will be the ending. Until then, I'm basically screwed, and can't write other stories, because they always ending up working in this one, so I have to go back and change all the names, which is a stupendous waste of my time. Richard how did you start writing your novel? I'm glad you asked. It should come to no surprise to any of you that I work for a large corporation. During the day, while performing my work, sometimes I get bored. That's when I imagine my company has turned into Percotran International, and apply Percotran parameters to any scenarios that I see throughout the day. I was writing a short story, and the damn thing just went and got long on me. Nothing I could do, except scream, and eat some Ben and Jerry's. (Chocolate Fudge Brownie; mmmmmmmmm) Is it because of a crazy fictional situation that keeps on popping out of your head which if you tried to write in a short story it keeps on stacking up until it's too long to be a short story? Yeah, that's it. How do you prepare for writing a novel? I usually start by doing some stretching exercises. Perhaps a couple of squats, and some finger movement; definately remember to stretch out your calves. A couple of gallons of tomato juice, and a cucumber over each eye, and I'm ready to begin. I start by lighting a cigarette. It's a bad habit, but somebody's got to do it. To compensate for the ill health effects, I usually jog in place, until I have to sit down. I then open Microsoft Word, which is a program they used to make when I was a kid. Mine is the '94 version, which is from when I wasn't a kid. It doesn't have too many bells and whistles, which is good because then it doesn't scare the rabbits. Seriously, you don't prepare for writing a novel, you simply begin writing, and there ya go. I've done it about six times, and this is the furthest I've ever gotten. Please tell me, I think I want to try writing a novel too. To me, the important thing is not to try to be like other writers, but to just go ahead and write, and honestly express yourself. A novel is fun, because you get to create imaginary worlds and people, and you can do what you want with them. I say just write the thing, and decide later if it's any good or not. It's a good exercise in creative writing. And if it's good, maybe you can SELL it.
RE: Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXV By: R.A.B. on 3/22/2003; 5:47 PM Thanks man for the advice...and also on the exercise tip and healthy diet...my love handles are starting to show dammit!
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