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Lapidem Infinitum Infans - Pts1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13 - Updatd Pt14- 10/27/2012
A young video game programmer searches out the fountain of youth
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Wow, wow, and WOW! Just read Chapter 9.
"Into the Stygian darkness of the Abyss" - wonderful, pulp fiction phrase! Reminds me of some of HP Lovecraft's finest! The Old Ones, in their deep dreams sleeping far beneath the waves...
This Mama Kraken could definitely serve as one of the Old Ones. As big as an aircraft carrier, indeed! Thanks for giving me more nightmares, Miki! (I almost feel sorry for Miguel and Juan...)
And now we have the possibility of Megladon's, too....although a 100-foot shark would be no match for the Kraken. But I digress (fondly remembering some scenes from the cult gem MEGASHARK VS. GIANT OCTOPUS)....
Questions and suggestions:
1) Where was Pat? Surely the High Priestess would have been aware of the invading soldiers....
2) Is the Q's plan just to attack the US leaders? No, make it more ambitious: worldwide domination!
3) Can we see more of Jackson in action? I like that character...
4) Will you elaborate some more on the idea of the Twin Spirits?...somehow I think this description may apply to me - in a good way (or at least my online persona of "Tiresias").
As always, thank you for continuing this story! I anticipate a slam-bang conclusion is coming....but (selfishly) I am hoping that you will prolong the inevitable as long as possible....
And no, no double entendres were harmed in the use of the preceding statement.
Chat with you tomorrow, my dear.
-T.Rex
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Lapidem Infinitum Infans - Pt10 - A Perfect Global Storm
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On the surface, the Communications and Submersible Control Officer for the Nimrod, frowns as he watches the monitoring panel begin to show red lights. What they indicated was the submersible was sustaining critical damage. Try as he might, the only comm he managed to receive from the submersible was they had had a major radar contact. There were screams and loud shouting that over rode the mic's ability to capture what was being said clearly.
The words OMG!! Monster, and the mysterious last statement before the submersible’s comm system went dead, "That thing must be almost a mile long! Quick, in there ... loud static ... only chance."
Ortega had been a comms Officer and Operator for many years. He knew the chances of anyone living through the kind of damage the panel showed was next to nil. He picks up the receiver on the intership comm and punches in the code for the Bridge.
The system buzzed once, before there was a click. A Professional Voice said, "Bridge ... First officer, Florez."
Ortega says, "Bridge, this is Comm's Officer Ortega. I think our sub has suffered a fatal accident."
There was a moment of silence before the response, "Don't beat around the bush. Tell me what happened!"
Ortega quickly replies, "Sorry, we lost all comms with the sub. The monitoring board shows all major red lights on all systems ... and the last comm from them was .... really strange."
Florez says, "Pipe the last transmission through ... I want to hear."
Ortega replies, "Ok, Commander, but there's not really much to hear."
Ortega flips several switches and plays back the message over the intercom. Florez listens to the static filled last message several times. He turns when the Nimrod's Sonar begins to ping at a major contact. The First Officer hangs up the receiver and walks to the large glowing green / blue monitor that showed the signal returns for the most modern underwater detection system known to man.
His eyes get huge in surprise as he sees the size of the return and the speed which it was rising from the Abyssal. It was moving at almost 90 kts. That was impossible for something that large to move that fast ... unless it was rocket powered.
Florez hits a large red button on the control panel as he barks into a mic, "This is Florez .... we are about to be rammed by a very fast moving and extremely large object. It will impact on the forward 3 compartments. Seal all water tight doors starting at and forward of bhdc 19. This is not a drill."
A loud klaxon began sounding. The men dashed madly to escape the forward compartments as the water tight doors quickly closed and sealed. By the bare skin of their teeth did the crew manage to completely evacuate the forward sections before it sealed itself water tight.
There was no time to think as something impacted on the hull. The deck shifts aft suddenly as the bow rises out of the water. Ocean begins to spill over the aft rail on the fantail as it dips below the surface. Men and women madly scrabble for hand holds to keep from sliding on the badly tilting deck.
The ship rises to almost 50dgs above horizontal before it slides backwards, and the bow slams into the surface of the ocean with great impact. A wave of frothy water washes over the deck from the rear as it once again breaks the
surface and returns.
The crew scrambles hard to find places to hold on as the ship violently tosses and rocks. Florez manages to seat himself in the Captain's bucket seat and fastens the harnesses. There is little he can do at this second, the ship is bucking like a wild thing.
He messes his pants as he sees, rising from the water directly in front of the Nimrod ... a monstrous creature from his wildest nightmares. Huge suction cupped tentacles boiled from the sea and began wrapping themselves around the ship. From the dark frothy waters came a monstrous beak ... that clamped down on the bow beam and tore a huge chunk of metal loose.
Florez heard men scream and yell in terror. A near crazed voice over the intercom, "This is the quartermaster ... the weapon's locker is open. Combat Crews to the ready."
Florez turns as a young man with 552 combat rifles runs in the door. He hands one of the rifles to Florez just as one of the huge tentacles smashes the conn room's forward window. The young man kneels and pulls the charging handle quickly. Florez raises eyebrows at the speed and accuracy of these weapons. For a simple research vessel ... Coom kept them very well armed.
Florez raises the rifle to his shoulder and gets the monster's softest looking place in site, then fired. The impact of the butt on his shoulder told him this round was about the size of a 50 cal. The monster reacted only by pulling the tip of the tentacle from the broken window, then renewed its assault on the ship.
Flores saw two smoke trails as they shot from the observation deck above him. Two rather large explosions as the small misses reached their targets. This only angered the monster as it wrapped its tentacles around the forward Mast and began to pull the Nimrod under water ... the monster was many sizes larger than the Nimrod.
Florez and the young man stood and began firing at the creature, trying to hit one of its eyes. The flailing tentacles seemed to be interfering with any of the bullets hitting target. Florez pushes the button on the side of his weapon. The empty 60 round magazine falls out and clatters on the steel deck plates. He slaps another magazine into the slot and pulls the charging handle. He renews his seemingly futile assault.
About that time, the deck beneath their feet tilted to a point forward, they almost fell. The men watched as the damaged bow of the ship rapidly vanishes beneath the frothy dark water. The creature snaps its beak viciously as the rails around the conn observation deck were torn loose and fell like twisted spaghetti. The sounds of men in tortured agony rang loud and clear as Florez and the young man began to see red gore splattering everywhere.
Florez sees the water rising rapidly towards the conn ... he tries to run ... but started too late. Water began pouring forcefully into the conn room through the broken windows. The last thing Florez knew in this earth ... was madly rushing water pining him to a bulkhead.
The Nimrod is pulled quickly under by the monstrous beast. The water boils with the escaping air. There is foam and many men swimming in the bubbling froth. Eventually the sea calms. Every once in while, a large air bubble will boil from the depths, although this only happens a few times until the water is calm and smooth as glass.
The men are afraid. They have no supplies and are so far from land, all they could see is horizon in all directions. One of the mates had a compass. They knew what direction they had to go ... although the swim will be long ... even in these life preservers. Hopefully a passing ship will see them. Good thing they had shiny objects to act as reflectors for signaling.
For hours, the men swam in the direction the compass indicated land was the closest. All the men were in a large group to form a more visible orange spot for passing ships to see.
One of the men gasps loudly. His eyes get big in terror as he gasps in fear, "Hay .... guys? It ... it's got me ..."
The man vanishes suddenly from the group. A large red stain slowly appears in the water along with the bloody and shredded life jacket he was wearing.
A voice shouts loudly, "Fins! There are ... hundreds of ... fins!!"
A seaman's worst nightmare had fallen on these men. Over the course of the next several hours, a large school of hungry sharks ... feasted.
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Jackson sat and pondered what Cleary and Maria had told him. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, no one would believe him or listen to him. He looked over the most recent weather report, the storm had gotten worse over the last hour. It now has sustained speeds of 100 kts and was forecast to get even stronger before making landfall.
Jackson reaches for the red phone, then pushes the emergency comm button next to the dialer pad.
The phone buzzes several times before a Gruff voice answers, "War room, Colonel Bell speaking."
Jackson replies, "Colonel Bell, this is Captain Jackson of the Andromeda. I have some .... extremely important information that severely impacts National Security and world stabilization. Only problem ... is getting you to believe it."
Bell snorts, "Alright, Jackson, I remember you as being one not to indulge in fantasy. Tell me what it is .... and let me be the judge."
Jackson replies, "As you wish ... Remember Major Coom? From the Navy Seals Special Forces and UDT??"
"Yes, he was an extremely effective operative."
"Well, you remember his fantasy research project he indulged in every chance he got?"
Bell says, "Jackson, is this some kind of prank? If it is, I'll have you court marshaled. Who in Hell would believe in some fantasy thing like the Fountain of Youth?"
Jackson shakes his head before putting his face in the palms of his hands. He sits for a second and gathers his thoughts.
Finally Jackson replies slowly and succinctly, "Colonel, this is very important you put aside all disbelief and act. Coom in fact .... listen to me ... in fact found the damn thing. It's sitting in his arboretum at the compound. He and even Cleary ... stumbled into it and are ... very young once again. We have verifiable proof."
Bell snaps, "The hell you say Captain. He found it? You have .... documented proof of it ..."
Jackson cut him off, "There's more. There's this Organization called the Q. They worship this ancient god ... Quetzalcoatl. They are going to take the waters of the fountain to all the leaders of our country and the world and ... over dose them on it. It will instantly cause them to revert to their original pre-fecondation genetic material. They intend to take over the world. They are very well organized and have been planning this, from what I have discovered so far , for many hundreds of years. They have a very large and fanatical following ... especially now that Coom found the fountain."
Bell said nothing for a few seconds. Finally he broke the silence, "I'll get back to you Jackson. This sounds ... insane ... you know that ... don't you?"
Before Jackson could say anything further, the line went dead.
Jackson slams the red phone's receiver back in the cradle, "Damn ... and it's almost too late ... and this Damn Storm will keep me immobile for at least 9 more hours."
He beats his fist on the counter in frustration. There's only one other hope ... but this guy is sort of off in another dimension anyway ... but he has high connections. Jackson picks up the red phone and dials a code.
The phone buzzes once, "Hello? Senator McConnel's office ... Trisha speaking ... How may I direct your call?"
Jackson smiles, he likes Trisha a whole lot and remembers many pleasant times in her soft sweet company.
He says, "Hi sweet heart, this is Jackson. How are you these days?"
A happy squeak replies, "Jackson ... OMG!! It's so wonderful to hear from you. How are things? When are you going to be here next? I have to see you."
Jackson replies, "I'm doing ok, I suppose. Situations aren't very good though. I would be there in a few hours if I wasn't land locked by a hurricane. Is McConnel in his office ... or can I get a direct line to him? It's extremely important."
The cute giggly voice replies, "Sure, sweet heart .... anything for you. Give me a bit to make the connection."
The line goes to some really corny elevator music for a few minutes before a male voice answers, "Hello? Jackson? You old son of a bitch ... where have you been hiding? We need to get together and do some hunting and drinking for old times sake. Trisha tells me you have some ... bad news?"
Jackson smiles ... the same old Jerry.
"I have something ... really fantastic to tell you. It's probably the most important thing there is right now ... and I know you probably won't believe it."
Jerry pours himself a straight up triple bourbon and sits back in his arm chair, loosens his tie, and props his feet on the desk. If Jackson starts an important call that way ... this is gonna be a real doozy.
Jerry takes a sip of his drink and says, "Ok, son, spill the beans. I promise to keep an open mind."
For the next 40 minutes, Jackson told him everything he knew about the Fountain and the Q's plot. Jackson sent McConnel several documents from Coom's research and discovery logs from the Compound’s computer system. By the time Jackson had finished talking, Jerry had poured his Highball glass completely full of the amber bourbon and was taking a large gulp.
Jackson had told the truth. This was a seemingly impossible situation ... except .... Jerry did remember one of the cooks in the cafeteria ... having one of those feathered snake tattoos all over his arms. The more he thought about it ... the more of the workers in and around the White House he remembered having that particular tattoo. Tattoos weren't uncommon, and didn't really register since several of the maintenance men were what they called Illustrated Men ... and even went to competitions over their many tattoos.
McConnel sat and listened to more from Jackson as the printer began to spit out current pictures ... of Cleary and Coom. Jerry's mouth fell open as he saw Cleary holding what appeared to be a really adorably dressed baby girl in his arms. McConnel knew Cleary personally as he did Jackson ... and the young man standing there looked exactly like the Cleary he remembered from his special forces days, not the 60 year old man he knew him as now. The girl in his arms ... McConnel cracks a wide grin ... that must really piss Coom off. Being reduced to an infant girl after his long and illustrious career.
McConnel says seriously, "Jackson ... I'm not real sure who will listen right away. From what you tell me of the situation ... we don't have much time. From the looks of things and the deniability of the subject ... those fanatics might just pull it off ... unless we're very lucky."
Jackson replies softly before ending the call, "Let's hope luck isn't a factor, Jerry. If no one listens ... and really soon ... they will succeed."
Jackson hangs the receiver and sits back in the chair. He steeples his hand as he thinks hard thoughts. If only this damn hurricane wasn't here ... Coom has a fast jet in the hangar ... it's only a few hours to Washington. Jackson looks down at the instrument panel ... the wind gauge especially. The sustained wind had reached one hundred twenty knots ... this blow was turning into a real doozy.
Jackson sat for just a few more minutes before he made a decision. He had a unique fast attack helo sitting at weather stations mid deck. As a helo ... it would be totally useless in this weather, but as a fast attack craft ... it would probably make it.
Jackson hit the comm button, the ship wide squealed once, "This is the captain. Ready the Stinger for action. I have to get to Washington. It's a dangerous mission just flying there ... I want two volunteers to fly copilot and engineering / weapons station. Meet me in the below hanger in ten minutes with heavy weather gear."
After leaving the Exec in charge, Jackson stopped by his quarters only long enough to put on a wet suit and boots. When he arrived in the hangar ten minutes later, there were more than enough volunteers to go around. Jackson chose the two nearest to him and then boarded the lift. As soon as the lift door opened at deck level, a massive gale blasted through. The three men took a second to get their footing before making their way carefully to the Attack Chopper.
It looked more like a space ship than a helo. There were two stubby wings forward, and a stableator aft with a small jet engine. On top, the rotor blades were folded and stored in a compartment along the spine for ultrasonic flight. Beneath the stubby wings, were two more engine pods on each side next to a fully loaded missile rack and a fully loaded bomb rack. It also had two 20 mm cannons and dual 8 barrel mini-guns with laser site track and lock targeting .... and pop up holographic imaging. This aircraft was a fighter through and through. It also had a few tricks up its sleeve no one would think about until it was too late.
The men entered the small craft and buckled themselves into the deep leather seats. They ran through a quick prelaunch check.
Jackson said, "Hold onto your jockeys boys ... we're off into the storm."
With that, Jackson hit the ignition button. There was a very loud windup and a small explosion as the rocket engines ignited. Jackson took a deep breath, then pulled back on the throttles to wide open. There was a huge roaring noise as the small fighter left the pad. The flames left on the pad by the rocket engines were extinguished rapidly by the torrential rains and hurricane force winds as the craft rapidly vanished into the massive boiling clouds above.
The men held on as the small craft was severely buffeted all around on its assent through the storm. The men got the wildest ride of their lives as the small craft bucked and pitched like a wild animal. Within seconds, they were above the storm and headed into low orbit if Jackson hadn't altered their vector. The three men sigh a sigh of relief as the craft stops its jostling. Jackson turned the nose of the craft towards Washington and notified Langley of his rapid approach. He did his best to insure the President was there when he arrived. The data Jackson had to show him couldn't wait.
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Cleary sat with Coom on his knee. He couldn't believe it ... but this cute little girl was Coom. It was hard at times to tell some of the words Coom was saying ... it sounded more like baby babble unless you listened really close. Cleary realized he more he actually talked with Coom, the better he understood what Coom and the other three were saying.
Cleary asked, "So you and Tony here just sipped the hot coffee and this happened instantly?"
Tony and Coom nod. Laurie says in her adorable baby voice, "I woke up thisa ways. I went to sleep my normal selfs ... an when I woke up ... wasa baby."
Michelle blushes softly pink as she says in her cute voice, "I sorta ... didit to myself."
Cleary laughs, "Yes, I know about your wish to be a little girl again. Seems you got your wish."
The other three babies giggle as Michelle's cheeks turn a shade darker and she starts to suck her thumb.
Coom asks softly, "Is ... there ennythin that can be done? I mean ta makes us grup fasser?"
Cleary shakes his head, "Coom, when you found this thing ... you should have blown it to hell. You don't understand the trouble it's causing the free world ... well ... the world in general."
Coom looks down as he scowls, "I didn't realize there was a whole combat operation working as my maids and Lawn Persons either. It's funny, that I didn't recognize all the people with that feathered Tattoo. Somehow, the water tanks on the Argonaut were contaminated. The only way that could have happened, is someone dumped the youth water in the tank."
The bigger problem now ... is Pat and the large following that have taken large quantities of the water and what they intend to do with it."
About that time, Cleary's radio chirped. He pushes the ear bud and says, "Cleary here."
The return voice, "This is the Exec. I'm in the conn if there is any need to speak to the Captain. Jackson and two others took the stinger and are trying to beat the Q to Washington DC. He attempted to warn them, but the only one who even listened was Senator McConnel."
Cleary asked with concern, "What about the storm? Even an attack craft like that would have a rough time of it."
The exec replied, "Jackson left out of here like a bat from hell. According to tracking telemetry, he achieved orbit in less than 3 minutes and was gone."
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 The best thing about my life is being Lisa's Pet Babydoll
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Chapter TEN?! Eeek! Now I am way behind on my reading!
Hey, Sissy Desiree and any one else reading the story: give a shout out to Miki! Let her know right here, in this thread, what you think of the adventure so far! I've learned that this story is sort of a "choose your own adventure" (with the readers) - if you have a comment or suggestion, she WILL incorporate it into the action. The more you comment, the more likely you will see your ideas brought tot life! (Yes, Miki IS that generous).
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Quick review of Chapter 10:
Fun, fun fast-paced and SCARY!
Nice juxtaposition of the horror that the Nimrod's crew faces...and the element of hope for Coom, Cleary and Co. back a the Q base. And Jackson right in the middle...furiously racing against time, trying to save the world!
I am reminded of the author Patricia Highsmith's "Talemted Mr. Rupley" tales: on the one hand we WANT him (Ripley) to be captured. On the other hand, we want to see how much this anti-hero can get away with. It's a teasing and taunting and delicious "middle ground" to be in. And we have the same thing here; as ABDL/sissies, we may want the world to be reduced to baby-hood...but, but...we also thrill to the folks who are trying to stop this drastic move by the Q Society. Bravo, Miki, for keeping the suspense elevated at the level it is!
Only two mild complaints: 1) the comment by Coom about "Had I known that my yard workers and maids were part of a secret group..." may be interpreted as slightly prejudicial. Be careful...I'm usually not one for advocating political correctness at this site...but just watch out for any stereotypes.
2) As much as I LOVE the Kraken attack (gleeful shades of DEEP RISING or IT CAME FROM BENEATH THE SEA, anyone?), I have to ask: what exactly drew the Kraken to the surface? I mean, the big Mama seemed to be happy underwater...protecting the cave...why the sudden interest in the Nimrod? (other than appeasing monster-lovers like me?). Don't get me wrong: I love the mayhem of the tentacles! Just a question of curiosity re: the "critter's motivation". (Maybe she was still pissed off from her offspring getting killed earlier in the story).
One of your biggest fans,
TR
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Dear Miki:
I am officially worried. We have not heard from you in over two weeks...highly unlike you with your awesomely productive creative spirit (especially with this story and SIGNAL). Are you okay? Am I reviewing/talking too much? (or did I do something else to offend?). Are you taking a sabbatical? Your fans and friends would love to hear from you.
With love,
T.Rex
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Hmmmm...one month since the last chapter (#10). I confess to being an addict here, anxiously awaiting my next "hit" of this exciting story. Surely I am not the only one who needs a fix from Miki?
And speaking of Miki...anyone heard from her? Did (shudder) the evil Q kidnap her for exposing their dastardly plans? Or has a nasty Mama Kraken appeared in her life of late?
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This was a really good story, hope it will be finished. I hope you're okies Miki! *lots of bottom pats for all your stories*
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 Originally Posted by sarahpenguin
This was a really good story, hope it will be finished. I hope you're okies Miki! *lots of bottom pats for all your stories*
I agree! This is quite the fun and Hollywood-esque big budget story!
I have heard from Miki via email....she is still on vacation down in the storm-tossed Caribbean, but is periodically updating some of her other stories (including SIGNAL).
In a parallel universe (The DARK CITY that is Sissykiss), Detectives Tiresias and LilJennie are still looking for the missing author Miki Yamuri. (Read all about it in "Where In the World is Miki Yamuri?" - shameless plug there, I know).
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 Lapidem Infinitum Infans - Pt11 - Global Realignment
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Lapidem Infinitum Infans - Pt11 - Global Realignment
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Jackson looked out at the wonders of space from their low orbit. He felt a tingle of pride within his heart as he knew he had joined an elite and small group of individuals who had actually slipped the surly bonds of Mother Earth. He fretted over what must be happening around the world as the Q spread across the globe. He felt the weight of it all pressing down on his shoulders as a message from Langly Approach Control came over his headset.
"Stinger One, this is Langley Approach Control."
Jackson replies, "Stinger One, go ahead approach."
"Stinger One, you have been approved for emergency vector to Washington DC. Follow course 32.11 on the ILS beacon frequency 121."
Jackson raises his brows. He has just been given clearance to land in the front lawn of the White House. A sardonic smile crosses his face as he realizes someone must have started taking him seriously.
Another comm arrives, "Stinger One, Approach ... I have been ordered to tell you that ... " he hears other loud excited voices in the back ground speaking of people vanishing and leaving nothing but their clothes behind, and of others becoming young children and babies, "The storm has struck ... say again ... has struck. Do you copy?"
Jackson quickly replies with a serious sense of foreboding in his soul, "Copy approach ... storm has struck. Stinger One on approach vector. Will arrive at destination in twenty minutes."
"Copy that, Stinger One ... approach out."
Jackson says to the other two men over the inter-phone, "Prepare for reentry ... this is going to be fast and dirty."
The other men began running through their prep procedures as Jackson fired the retros and brought the small fighter into belly first position so the ceramic heat shielding would take the massive heat of reentry.
At first, nothing unusual seemed to be happening. The three men enjoyed the wonderful feeling of weightlessness brought on by free fall. Shortly, Small fiery tracers of plasma began to form and spread their tendrils around the cockpit windows as the fingers of gravity began to tug at them. The small craft began to be buffeted by the ever thickening atmosphere as the plasma fireball preceding the craft grew in intensity.
Quickly, all radio and instrumentation signals from the ground blacked out as the craft made final reentry. Jackson began to sweat slightly as he pushed the attitude vector closer in to critical. He knew if he over estimated the angle of decent, death would come in a massive fireball of plasma as the shielding failed. Delta V was super critical ... he had to be in Washington as fast as possible and knew he was taking a terrible risk. Thoughts of the Shuttle Columbia disaster when the heat tiles failed were ever present in his mind as red lights began to show on the console indicating the dangerous temperatures rising above safe limits.
A few minutes later, the signals all came back, the danger indicators turned to green safe, and the craft slowed enough Jackson had manual control once again. He watched as the view cleared and the craft responded normally to its controls. The men breathed a collective sigh of relief as they began landing protocols.
When they had reached eighty thousand feet, Jackson pushed the blade control lever into the open and engage position. Loud motor whines and clanking noises began until a very loud clunk that reverberated through the fighter. At that point, air speed dropped dramatically to one hundred twenty MPH and the rotors engaged. The fighter had now opened its rotors and began flying as a fast attack helo.
Jackson called, "White House Security Control, this is Stinger one ... will be at contact in 4 minutes."
"Roger, Stinger One, welcome to DC. The President and the rest are wating to greet you in the Oval Office." came the reply.
Jackson replies, "Affirmative ... Stinger One out." Jackson says to the two men with him, "All right ladies, hang on ... we're on the express elevator to hell."
The other two men looked at each other with big eyes as Jackson pushes the control stick forward. The fighter noses over and began a very steep screaming decent toward the earth. The men feel the queasy butterflies in their stomachs from the weightlessness the decent created within the cockpit and the many mounting G forces pulling at their bodies.
Jackson kept his eyes glued to the altimeter and the accelerometer. The G-meter needle registered just barely under six neggies. He knew that six negative Gs or above could prove fatal. The harnesses dug into their shoulders and crotches as the G-Suits swelled to maintain blood in their heads as the other two men held on with all their might. The rapidly approaching ground quickly began to take on features of roads, interstates, rivers, buildings, bridges, and the White House.
At five thousand feet, Jackson pulls back on the control stick hard as the screaming craft fights its helm violently. Large beads of sweat form on Jackson's brow as he pulls with all his might. The fighter shudders and bucks like a wild thing once again as it answers its helm and begins to pull out of the steep dive. The G meter this time starts registering positive Gs as it climbs to 9 and holds. The men feel incredibly heavy as their G-Suits swell uncomfortably tight once again as they continue to feel the crushing effects of gravitic forces of inertia.
After several pulse pounding seconds of extreme exertion, Jackson manages to pull the craft into a slow, descending hover towards the front lawn of the White House ... the altimeter reads a mere 600 feet at this point. Within minutes, they had landed and Jackson shut the engines down and popped the airtight hatch on the fighter.
Jackson removes his harnesses and the head gear. He grabs a rather large briefcase as he quickly went towards the fighter's hatch.
Jackson says, "I want you guys to stay here and guard the stinger. I don't want anyone near it. Don't drink anything indigenous ... only the fluids we brought with us ... is that understood?"
Both men nod as Jackson quickly jumps to the ground and heads towards the White House entrance with the briefcase. As he approached the entrance, four men in gray suits and sunglasses stepped from behind some pillers with weapons in their hands.
One of the men said, "Are you Jackson?" Jackson nods, "We have orders to take you straight to the Oval Office."
The men gather around Jackson with their weapons at the ready and quickly escort him to the office. They open the door just in time to see most of the men in the office vanish. The only thing left ... was their clothes filled with a gooey mess. Jackson's eyes get large as he sees a very cute infant sitting in the President's chair amid the overly large suit that he was wearing when they had taken drinks of their coffee. The only reason the President hadn't been returned to his primal essence as had the Joint Chiefs, the entire Presidential Cabinet, the Vice President, many members of Congress, and the Senate ... he was the last to drink and only had taken a sip before he saw what happened to the other men that had gathered for this meeting.
Jackson points to the only Military Officer left who was standing with his mouth open in total shocked disbelief, "You ... Major, contact whom ever you can and tell them we are under attack. Anyone with a tattoo that looks like this is to be captured or shot on site. No exceptions."
Jackson opens his briefcase and hands the Major a photo of the feathered serpent tatto of the Q.
The Major sputters as he points, "B ... but ... what happened to ...?"
Jackson replies sharply, "That's what the attack is. It's happening all over the world by a well organized group called the Q. If we don't hurry ... it'll be too late to stop it from destroying the governments of the world and they taking over."
As the Major opens the door to the hall, mass panic and chaos reigned. Jackson could hear women screaming and men yelling in panic about the people vanishing and leaving their clothes behind ... and about others who became children ... and babies. Jackson hears several screaming insanely about the apocalypse and the rapture and the end of the world. Jackson also hears the sound of gunfire.
Jackson swears, "Damn ... I'm too late!"
Jackson looks around the Oval Office. He realizes from the many piles of clothes and uniforms, that most of the US Government had been neutralized at this point and wasn't sure what he could do about stopping the rest. He walks over and picks up a phone on the President's desk .... obviously the White House Operator had been neutralized as well. All he heard was a busy signal indicating there were no lines available ... which Jackson knew was impossible in this particular office.
Jackson pushes the bud in his ear, "Tony, this is Jackson ... what's the status where you are?"
The very awe struck reply, "Captain ... it's very ... chaotic here. There are these weirdos with that funny tattoo you said to watch out for running all around with some kind of weird high powered dart rifles. They are shooting everyone with them ... and the ones that get hit are vanishing. Me and Vic had to kill several of them already. What do you want us to do?"
Jackson replies, "Keep up the good work. If you can take one live ... it would be great ... but don't go out of your way to do it. I want you to protect yourself and the Stinger at all costs. Jackson out."
Tony responds above the sound of very close automatic weapon's fire, "Aye Captain."
At this point, Jackson had no idea what course of action to pursue. He could hear sporadic weapon's fire from other parts of the building and the fading cries of people. He left the office accompanied by the armed men who had escorted him there in the first place and entered the now almost empty hallway outside the Oval Office. There were many piles of empty cloths, both male and female lying in haphazard piles everywhere ... not to mention bodies with obvious mortal wounds from gunfire.
Jackson knelt and examined one of the dead bodies. He saw the looping Feathered Serpent tattoo that signified someone was fighting back and knew who the enemy was. Lying next to the several bodies of the Q, was a very advanced looking high powered dart rifle. Jackson removed a dart from one of the bandoliers draped around the body's torso before him. Within the dart's syringe, was nothing more than crystal clear water.
Jackson reached over to a pile of military uniforms lying next to him and retrieved a MP5 weapon and all the magazines within the clothes. As he stood, he saw motion from around a corner down the hall. Jackson heard an airy spitting sound. Because of many years of trained reflex, Jackson managed to drop to his knees and fired towards the individual he saw. The man standing directly behind Jackson vanished suddenly, leaving only a pile of clothing with a spattering of white gooey mess within, the man's weapon clattering on the floor.
The individual Jackson had shot, cried out as he spun from the impacts of the weapon's fire, before falling to the ground in a spatter of red gore. The dart gun the person had carried slides across the highly polished floor for a few feet before stopping amid more piles of empty clothing.
Jackson said aloud, "Damn! There must be an entire attack force." Jackson stood and looked at the remaining 3 men and said, "Come with me. Let's see if we can take out a few more of these fanatics before they kill anymore people."
One of the men toes the empty clothes of his comrade as he asks softly, "What ... what is it they are doing to us?"
Jackson snorts as he begins to move down the hall, "You won't believe it, but they have the waters from the Fountain of Youth. Yes, the real deal as you can plainly see."
The three men look at each other with incredulity before they slowly at first .... then at a medium run, followed after Jackson.
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Around the world in all of the industrialized nations, and many others as well, a similar attack scenario was taking place. Some blatant ... some subtle ... all with the same results. The world wasn't prepared for such a massive assault that came in a glass of water or a cup of one's favorite beverage. It wasn't long before the rulers and their defending army had been completely neutralized and replaced by Followers of the Q which had been preparing for this day for many thousands of years.
The attack was so sudden ... so subtly enacted and massive ... none of the militarys had a chance to retaliate before they were turned into infants or returned to their primal essence. Many millions of new infants were left to be cared for by the young female acolytes. Many millions of others had been returned to their primal essence and ... as the Q fervently believed, to the foot of their god ... Quetzalcoatl.
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In a large bus headed back to the Florida compound and the Q Temple, Pat sat back smugly and thought about all the things she was going to accomplish as the new High Priestess and ruler of the world. She looks out at the passing landscape as she considered having the White House painted a pretty shade of mauve.
Pat smiles at the thought of how cute and adorably she was going to dress Maria too. Pat had decided that Maria should be dressed really young since she was the second Priestess. She hadn't decided yet if she was going to have her in pullups or diapers ... but the other outfits would be really cute.
Pat takes a small radio from out of a pocket in front of her seat and turns it on.
Pat says softly, "Jose? This is the High Priestess ... it's time to take the compound back. Don't let them know you're there until you make your move."
A very reverent voice replied, "I hear and obey, oh mighty Priestess of the Q."
Pat snuggles back into the soft seat as she closes her eyes. She muses at what a wonderful servant Jose has been these many years. A smile crosses her face as an idea for a really nice reward for him when she gets back. She was going to reduce him to his primal essence ... and have herself inseminated with it. If he recycles as a girl ... she would make the perfect Head Temple Acolyte. And since she would be the daughter of the High Priestess ... would give her proper position and authority.
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Back at Coom's compound, Maria, Cleary, and the four 'children' watched the horrid news unfold on T.V. The commentator from Farce News Network ... Channel 57 ... told a terrible story of many people vanishing and just piles of messy clothes left behind, or them becoming infants or very young children. He told that all communications with the White House and Pentagon had ceased ... and there were sporadic reports that the same thing was happening world wide. There was no contact with many of the nation's military as all communications from authority had ceased suddenly with a few minutes of this attack.
Suddenly, they heard many voices and women start to scream from the T.V. On the screen, they saw a man with a weapon in his hand and a feathered serpent tattoo winding around his arms come on camera and shoot the commentator. The commentator vanished suddenly as the person smiles wickedly before moving off camera leaving only a pile of clothes with a gooey mess inside where the commentator used to sit.
Maria puts her hand to her mouth and says, "Cleary ... you must gather your men ... I have to hide you and them or all of you are going to suffer the same fate."
Cleary looks shocked, "We are a fully armed and well trained Special Forces Unit ... I highly doubt it. Besides, we have searched the compound and there are no others left except for the female acolytes caring for the infants here."
Maria looks at Cleary with fear in her eyes, "I don't think you will survive. There's a Temple here ... hidden and secret. Pat didn't show me where it is and there are hundreds of followers there. If you don't hurry and hide your men ... you will be the only one left."
Cleary only hesitates for a few seconds more before he pushes his ear-bud, "All ground units ... withdraw to command location ASAMFP. No questions ... just do it. Anyone with a weapon of any sort not part of our team... kill on site." Cleary looks at Maria, "Will that do?"
Maria shakes hear head slowly as she replies softly, "I only hope it came quick enough. I didn't realize they would actually neutralize the Military and the Government ... it ... it's a nightmare now."
Coom, Tony, and the girls sat with their thumbs in their mouths as they too watched and heard with big eyes. Coom was cursing himself for not doing as others had said do ... blowing that damned artifact straight to hell when he found it.
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Deep in a large underground grotto, Many hundreds of men and women were on their knees chanting in a musical language lost to modern times. The men and women were dressed in just their Dakkis as they continued to bow and chant in a musical rhythm.
The grotto was enormous and completely hidden from all prying eyes. A huge elaborately carved statue of the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl filled an enormous section of the grotto. One of the worshipers stands and slowly walks to a raised dais in front of the statue. He raises his arms above his head, the throng became silent as they all sit back on their knees in unison.
His voice booms majestically across the throng, "I am Jose ... chief Acolyte to the Most High Priestess of the mighty Q!"
A reverent murmur softly sweeps the huge throng.
He continues, "Hear he who speaks with the voice of the Priestess ..." The throng bows once as it says one more line of the chant in the musical language, "The time is now ours ... the world has been delivered to our hands. It is now time for us to leave the Temple ... to go forth among the infidels and send them to the foot of Quetzalcoatl ... our most high god!"
Once again the throng begins to bow and chant in a musical rhythmic way.
Jose says with passion, "The Priestess has commanded we cleans the compound of the unbelievers!! Remove the infidels ... return them to their primal essence as they should be so they once again can be reborn to serve the Q!"
Jose points to two young women in the throng, "Come forth and receive the blessing of our god."
Two young women standing at the dais go to the two young women that were singled out, helped them to their feet and escorted them back to the dais. Their Dakkis are removed and they are made to kneel at Jose's feet as Jose turns at the waist and picks up a small ornately decorated bowl. He dips his finger in the clear liquid in the bowl and holds it over one of the nude young women. She leans her head back and opens her mouth. Jose drops one drop onto her tongue. The reaction was immediate. Where the young woman had knelt ... now sat a very young baby that looked around with big surprised eyes. Jose repeated the action with the other woman with the same results.
Two young girls dressed in a beautiful sarong with an elaborately stitched feathered serpent on it, arrived and removed the infants from the dais. They carried them off, cooing softly to them as the huge throng chanted softly as they continued to bow.
Jose points to two young men within the throng, "Come forth and receive the blessing of our god."
The two young women standing at the dias go to the two young men that were singled out, helped them to their feet and escorted them to the dais. They too had their Dakkis removed and were made to kneel. Jose repeated the actions as before with the exact same results. The two young women in the elaborate sarongs took them off as well, cooing softly and reassuringly to the new infants.
Jose turns to the bowing, chanting crowed as he says loudly as he points to two young men and two young women, "Come you forth and receive the highest honor ... to return to our god!"
The four were escorted up to the dais. This time, two young women had placed four large, flat bottomed trays with high sides in front of Jose. The men and women were made to kneel in them as their Dakkis were removed. Jose hands each nude individual a small cup. When all four had a cup in their hands ... they drank quickly in unison and swallowed. The reaction was immediate as the cups clattered to the floor. All that was left of the four ... was a small gooey mess within the tray.
The throng stood and began shouting another chant in the same musical language ... this time loud enough the walls of the grotto trembled. Amid all of this ... four young women dressed in the elaborate sarongs ... came and removed the trays and carried them silently off.
A large door opens revealing a stone stairway leading up. All along the walls of the stairs ... were many hundreds of fancy air rifles and bandoliers full of darts. As each person left the grotto ... they picked up an air rifle and a bandolier of darts.
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The best thing about my life is being Lisa's Pet Babydoll
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Scary! How are they gunna fix this? It's turning being made into a baby again into somefing terrifying :( And the whole cult thing has to be stopped too! Who is gunna make more Doctor Who episodes if the cult takes obers da world?
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YES!!!!! It's back! And Holy Cliff-Hanger, Batman!
Miki: If this is the type of pulse-pounding action that you write after taking an extended vacation, then by all means....get out of town with Lisa again! Enjoy another cruise!
Presidents as infants! (a secret wish of all us this election season, I'm sure). Card-carrying Q Cult members! Brave "Captain America-esque" soldiers (Jackson) racing against time to save the world! Strange rituals and sinister priestesses! And sarahpenguin without her TARDIS!
Can a monstrous battle of the leviathans - the Plumed Serpent and the Mama Kraken (inspired by that made-for-cable gem, MEGA-SHARK VERSUS GIANT OCTOPUS) - be far behind? And why do I sense this will all be wrapped up in a gloriously apocalyptic finish within 2 more chapters...or by December 21, 2012, whichever comes first?
Miki: you naughty girl, you KNOW how to lure me out of "retirement" with stories like this...
And for sarahpenguin: fear not, I'm sure Matt Smith (aka Number 11) will work something out with Steven Moffet and the other surviving (and undercover) Lords of Gallifrey. (Speaking of which, that DOCTOR WHO season opener last Saturday - "Asylum of the Daleks" - was a doozy! Brilliant on so many levels...but I digress).
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Originally Posted by TiresiasRex
YES!!!!! It's back! And Holy Cliff-Hanger, Batman!
Miki: If this is the type of pulse-pounding action that you write after taking an extended vacation, then by all means....get out of town with Lisa again! Enjoy another cruise!
Presidents as infants! (a secret wish of all us this election season, I'm sure). Card-carrying Q Cult members! Brave "Captain America-esque" soldiers (Jackson) racing against time to save the world! Strange rituals and sinister priestesses! And sarahpenguin without her TARDIS!
Can a monstrous battle of the leviathans - the Plumed Serpent and the Mama Kraken (inspired by that made-for-cable gem, MEGA-SHARK VERSUS GIANT OCTOPUS) - be far behind? And why do I sense this will all be wrapped up in a gloriously apocalyptic finish within 2 more chapters...or by December 21, 2012, whichever comes first?
Miki: you naughty girl, you KNOW how to lure me out of "retirement" with stories like this...
And for sarahpenguin: fear not, I'm sure Matt Smith (aka Number 11) will work something out with Steven Moffet and the other surviving (and undercover) Lords of Gallifrey. (Speaking of which, that DOCTOR WHO season opener last Saturday - "Asylum of the Daleks" - was a doozy! Brilliant on so many levels...but I digress).
Yups it was a fantastic, ifs super scary update. And I was out obs town visiting relatives when the season opener aired, so I had to wait till sunday afternoon when I got back to watch it on my tivo, gosh that was good fun. Not sure how I feel bouts the whole [Removed because it was major spoilerage].
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Reason: Removed major spoilers, I've been a baaaad baby!
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Careful, sarahp! You just revealed a major SPOILER! (Re: the girl in question - fear not: Oswin does say, "Remember my name..."). She'll be back...the actress, that is, for the 2012 Christmas Special.
But let us return to praising Miki and her unfolding, action-packed drama!
Cooms versus...a cult! Plus, the perils of diaper rash! Oh yeah, I cannot wait for MORE!
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Originally Posted by TiresiasRex
Careful, sarahp! You just revealed a major SPOILER! (Re: the girl in question - fear not: Oswin does say, "Remember my name..."). She'll be back...the actress, that is, for the 2012 Christmas Special.
But let us return to praising Miki and her unfolding, action-packed drama!
Cooms versus...a cult! Plus, the perils of diaper rash! Oh yeah, I cannot wait for MORE!
Eeep you're right, I'll remove those!
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Originally Posted by sarahpenguin
Eeep you're right, I'll remove those!
Nicely done...and you left just enough of a teaser to get people interested...
Brava, my dear!
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*crawls ober to Miki and Tiresias and gibs them both bottom pats* :)
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Baby so glad everone enjoyed the last update. Tried to make it as intense and exciting as possible. Tha next part is bein written an soon should be finished. Think there gonna be lotsa twistys n turnies inna works.
>>giggle<<
The best thing about my life is being Lisa's Pet Babydoll
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Okay, Miki, I just re-read Chapter 11 per your request. Only two critiques (and both minor): in the re-entry scene you were so worried about, I thought that everything was described very, very well. I would maybe add another paragraph re: what happens with those extreme temps (and the plasma ball in front of the Stinger) and the anxiety the men feel before the instruments come back on...in other words, develop some more tension (for Jackson and crew) before they reach the 80,000 foot mark in their descent. No more than a paragraph, though. This scene can parallel the tense one involving the crew of the Q submersible as they were crushed by the Kraken and the undersea pressures...at least, that's how I see it.
Second, change the last few words of the final paragraph. "rifles and bandoliers of darts" appears twice within too short of a space of words. It's repetitive. Just say something like, "as each person left the grotto, they each picked up the deadly cache from the stairwell..." or something like that.
Again, very, very minor quibbles (hey, you asked for input!) to a wonderful rousing epic!
We can chat in a few minutes....
With love.
Rexie
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Jessie was the newest member of the Spec-ops team. He had been hand picked by Cleary to join straight out of Training. Although he was only 19, Jessie knew he was one of the elite. He had passed all the courses in the top one percentile and aced all the weapon's training.
He had rounded the corner on the way to meet up with the rest of the crew and Cleary at the prearranged meeting place when a wall seemingly opened directly behind him. He was fortunate that his specialty ... was the Vulcan cannon.
Jessie whispers softly to himself as he squeezes he trigger and hears the whine of the weapon as it winds up, "Painless, show me your magic."
Jessie didn't know how many were pouring from the opening in the wall, all he knew ... they came in swarms like a fire ant nest someone had kicked. His weapon roared like a rocket engine as the bodies splattered into massive amounts of red gore all over the walls and down the hall.
Jessie backed around the corner, then ran as fast as he could. Just as he reached the next corner, he heard several airy spitting sounds. Jessie drops to his knee and fires back the direction he had just come. Once again, the roar of his weapon sounded as much more gore splattered everywhere. Within inches of Jessie's head, several darts had impacted on the wall. Jessie breathed a sigh of relief as he once again ran towards Cleary ... and hopefully the safety of the rest of the platoon.
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Maria had slid from the bed and quickly went to the far wall. She places her hand on it and a panel slides back revealing a large hidden room behind.
She says hurriedly, "You and your men hide here. If it isn't me that opens the panel ... shoot ... no questions ... no mercy. I promise, they will have none."
As his many men rapidly entered the room and took up strategic positions that afforded optimal firing solution with minimal exposure, Cleary looked at the very beautiful, and now teenaged Maria. Cleary and she had been almost the same age before this Youth thing happened and the two of them were ... a little more than friends. He was now in his early twenties once again, and she looked to be about twelve or thirteen.
Maria looked at Cleary. Their eyes met for an instant as eternity passed between them. Maria wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a very sweet French Kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth for long seconds as Cleary stood in surprise. He then wrapped his arms around Maria and pulled her beautiful young body into his and returned the kiss.
Their kiss was interrupted by Jessie as he ran into the room and shouted excitedly, "They're coming ... hundreds of them ... like a swarm of locusts!"
Cleary releases Maria reluctantly as he says, "In here and take up prime fire position. That weapon of yours will stop them from getting in."
Jessie quickly entered the room and took up firing position. Anyone entering the opening uninvited, would have to be cleaned up with a rather large sponge. Cleary gave Maria one last kiss on her lips and a soft pat on her hinny that made hear squeak adorably, before he entered the room and took position.
Maria touched the place on the wall and the door sealed. She had returned and sat with Coom and the other 'children' just as several of the Q, wearing only their Dakkis and a bandolier of darts ran into the room and looked wildly around.
Coom, Tony, Laurie, and Michelle began to cry and scream as they put on a really good show for the intruders.
Maria only hesitated for a second before she took the hint and ran with it. She says sternly, "Just what do you mean bursting in the nursery like that?" She Picks up Michelle and Tony and holds them to her breast as she rocks gently. "You've scared the babies half to death!"
Quickly, The Q members bow to their knees as they say in unison, "Forgive us, Oh High Priestess Maria."
One man speaks reverently from the supplication position, "We are looking for the men that overran the compound earlier. High Priestess Pat told us to return them all to their primal essence. We thought we saw one of them enter here."
Maria frowns as she says sharply, "Do you happen to see someone like that in the nursery?"
The Q bow with their faces to the floor in reverence as they say in unison, "No, High Priestess Maria. Please forgive us this transgression."
Maria snorts angrily, "Begone with you before I have you returned to your primal essence ... and mix it with a box of filthy cat litter."
The Q members gasp in fright as they quickly leave the nursery. That was a most horrible fate ... to loose your sole in that manner ... was unthinkable to them.
Maria can hear the many hundreds of followers that are scouring the compound, looking for Cleary and his men. Maria knew many of the Q would have died, but so would all of the soldiers if she hadn't hidden them. Maria also knew that as soon as this Storm passed, the Army of the Q would go on a major rampage from here. She hoped the gun boat in the harbor could handle that.
Maria shivers in trepidation as she realizes ... no one was going to be able to stop this ... except maybe ... her. A plan formed in Maria's mind ... as a wry smile crossed her pretty lips.
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Jackson and the three surviving Secret Service men held their own against the far superior numbers of the Q. The many bodies with the Feathered Serpent Tattoo bore witness to their survivability. Jackson pulled the current magazine in his weapon and checked it. He felt bad about his thoughts, but he had six magazines left and needed to find some more.
The Secret Service men had found automatic weapons of their own. Between them, they had maybe 14 magazines. The Q seemed to keep appearing around most evey corner. Jackson began thinking he might need to swallow the losses and return to the Andromeda with these men. They were impressive in a fight ... Jackson had begun to admire them ... and he was going to need as many good men as were left if he had any hope of ... surviving.
Jackson says, "Retreat ... we have to get out of here. Return to the Stinger out front ... hurry, before we are over run."
The three secret service men didn't have to be told twice. They too knew the score as they shot several more Q as they came from a large office in front of them.
Jackson hit his ear-bud and called, "Tony? This is Jackson ... give me a sitrep."
There was just enough silence to make Jackson start to worry, before Tony's voice came over the bud almost drowned out by automatic weapon's fire. "Things here are dicey at best Captain. We are still live with no casualties so far. Those damned darts ... those Q are as accurate with them as we are with our weapons. They seem to have a range of 150 meters ... after that they can't hit anything. Hurry back .... the body pile is getten huge."
Jackson replies, "Copy that. We should be there in about 5 minutes barring over run or other unforeseen crap."
Tony says, "I want to get the hell out of here ... so hurry!"
Jackson smiles as he replies, "Roger. As fast as we can get there ... Jackson out."
Jackson led the 3 Secret Service men back the way they came. The many bodies of the fallen Q were testament to the effectiveness of the four men as a team. Finally, after several more Q gave their lives for their cause, Jackson had found a pile of uniforms that had backpacks. Jackson smiled as he opened them and peered in. The ammo he had needed pulse a few more goodies that would surly help ... if they could keep from getting jumped.
By the time the four men had reached the front of the building, it was obvious the Q were after the Stinger. Bodies filled the front lawn of the White House as Tony and Vic added more.
Jackson gave the 3 Secret Service men hand signals. He indicated one to flank left, another to flank right, and the third to stay with him. He nods to them ... they quickly move off as Jackson and his over watch move slowly out into the fray.
Jackson and his backup began shooting. The unsuspecting Q fell like wheat before the scythe. The men flanking immediately began taking their toll, as the Q attempted to take cover. Tony and Vic were unrelenting as were Jackson and his approaching men. It took them a good twenty minutes, amid a large hail of high powered darts, and most of the ammo Jackson had found to finally reach the Stinger. More Q showed up all the time. Jackson shook his head in amazement. A complete army of many hundreds ... and no one knew they were there until they attacked.
The four men jumped into the Stinger, aided by Vic and Tony. Just as the last man entered the cockpit, several dozen darts slammed into the padding on one wall, just missing two of the Secret Service men. Jackson slams the hatch and seals it as many more darts rattled against the super dense metal composite armor of the Stinger.
Jackson sat in the pilot's seat as he orders, "Everyone, take a seat and buckle up. I'm going to give these idiots a lesson in advanced fighter aircraft 101."
Jackson pushed the Rotor Control handle into the retract position as the loud noise of the motors winding up started. By the time the engines ignited, the rotors had retracted and the compartment doors sealed. Jackson pushed several other switches, More whining motors and the sounds of doors opening and things locking into place reverberated through the fighter.
Tony says professionally, "Weapon's pods open and locked sir. We have all missiles ready to be armed and 4 Vulcan’s in the green."
Jackson says nothing as he pushes the Throttle handles forward. It was unfortunate for many of the Q ... those that were stupid enough to jump onto the craft ... and those standing within a few meters of it when it took off. There was a huge explosion as the Stinger leaps into the air. A large group of the Q ran mindlessly around, as they burned in the hot fires of the rocket engines. Jackson saw several as they fell from the body of the Stinger as they lost their grips. Jackson looks at the altimeter ... they were at two thousand feet.
He shakes his head as he thinks sarcastically to himself, "That's not only gonna hurt ... but it's gonna leave a mark."
Jackson says aloud, "All systems ... live ... we are authorized deadly force."
Vic replies, "Aye sir, all safeties, off." As he leans forward and opens the cap on top of a switch and flips it. Green lights appear on his control panel.
Jackson pushes the control stick forward. The craft takes a serious nose in and the ground rapidly approaches. He sees many of the Q as they scatter across the lawn like locusts on the swarm. Jackson smiles sardonically as he squeezes the trigger on the control stick and introduced many more of the Q to their god.
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Maria sat for a long time and listened to the sound and fury of the Q hoard as they searched for the men. The storm outside still raged. That and the small cruiser in the harbor deterred any who might have been brave enough to venture out.
There was a very young and beautiful woman wearing a form fitting silk sarong with a finely stitched feathered serpent wrapping around her shapely youthful body who had taken up the broadcast position on the TV. She was making a reassuring announcement to all non-combatants in a soft sexy voice that they had nothing to fear from the Q. A New World Order was now in place as the old ones had been vanquished. She told of the glory of eternal youth and the benevolence of their mighty god ... Quetzalcoatl. She told of a world where war was to be no more ... where hunger and sickness was no longer. She told of a Utopian Society where youth and good heath ruled along side the quest for knowledge, spiritual enlightenment, and universal understanding.
Maria flipped through several stations before returning to the Farce 57 Channel. On each, a similarly youthful and sexy young woman was making the exact same announcement. One young woman caught Maria's eye. She realized ... this was a Twin Spirit ... not completely female ... not completely male. She glances down at Coom and Tony. She smiles at how adorably cute they had already become and imagined them as teenagers.
Maria whispers softly as she checks Coom's diaper, "Forgive me Coom ... but you are going to be too cute not to continue the treatments. You and your friend both will make excellent Head Acolyte Priestesses."
As Maria picks Coom up to change his wet diaper, Coom's eyes get large in trepidation. He can't imagine that Maria, of all people, would continue to take away any chance he had of growing back up to be the person he was before he became a baby again. He began to fuss and squirm and basically throw a temper tantrum.
Maria held Coom to her lovely supple breasts as she patted his hinny reassuringly and cooed softly, "Hush little girl ... I have new plans for you and your friends now. Patty cannot be allowed to rule the New Order. I have seen what she truly intends to do with her power and position. I will need you and Tony to fill certain positions within the Ruling body of the Q. I will need someone loyal to me ... who are also very pretty young women ... that means you and Tony. Laurie and Michelle will, of course, be your Proselytes and you will be allowed almost free reign within the new Order. I have to remove Jose from his position today .... before Patty returns."
She kisses the whimpering Coom on his nose softly as he shakes his head no and still tries to complain. All of this fell on deaf ears as Maria removed Coom's wet diaper and began to clean him with a soft, moist cloth. Maria made a point of showing Coom that his genitals had almost completely been withdrawn back into the pouch in which they had been stored before he was born.
Coom felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the place his nonexistent gonads used to be ... and that little bump that used to be his penis only a few days before. Coom knew that only a few more days from now ... they would be totally gone and nothing would be left but the slit where they used to be.
Maria gently turns Coom onto his tummy and spreads his hinny cheeks. Coom tries his best to tighten up his sphincter to hinder the insertion of the special suppositories that were forcing the change within his body. He knew from past experiences and many other sessions just like this one ... the suppositories were very slippery and would slip in easily. He hated the fact that it felt so good when they did it. Because of this, each time it happened, the wonderfully sensual sensations weakened his resolve to remain male. He was embarrassed that he had actually begun choosing some of the girl toys over the boy toys in the playroom already ... and began liking certain baby girl outfits because they appealed to him.
Maria coos softly as she pushes the suppositories deep into Coom's hinny. Coom gasps and squeaks as the insertion takes place. Maria knows that three at a session were more than necessary ... and she also knew that the current three were causing the rapid changes in him and his friend Tony. She smiles as she picks up a fourth one, and pushes it gently into Coom. Coom's eyes get large as he realizes something had changed slightly ... instead of three suppositories ... Maria was putting in four!
Maria bent slightly and kisses Coom lovingly on his cheek as she cooed softly, "There now, little girl, I'm increasing your dosage to hurry along the transformation. In a very few months ... no one will be able to tell you were ever male. By the time you are once again the size of a five year old ... you will be all girl as far as anyone will ever know."
Coom starts to whimper ... then cry as Maria powders him well and diapers him in a soft, thick cloth diaper. She pulls his plastic rumba panties back on and picks him back to her breast as she pats his hinny reassuringly. Coom stops crying and whimpers softly as he feels the suppositories slowly melting within him ... along with the very last hope he had of ever growing back up as a male.
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As Maria sat in deep thought within the nursery, four very beautiful young women that were nude from the waist up entered the room and knelt reverently at her feet.
The pretty freckled redhead says softly, "High Priestess Maria, we have come to feed the infants. It's time for their afternoon snacks."
Maria looks down at the supplicating young women and gets an idea. Maria smiles as she finally decides how she's going to handle Jose. Once he is gone ... Patty belongs to her. She smiles wonderfully at the thoughts she has.
Maria says softly, "That's fine, Acolytes. I am going to be away for a little bit ... while I'm gone, none are to enter this room for any reason. Is that understood?"
The four young women bow until their foreheads touch the thick carpet, "Yes, Oh High Priestess Maria ... we hear and obey."
The four women stand and each gather one of the 'infants'. They sit cross legged on the thick carpet with the babies cradled in their arms as they coo and humm melodiously to them. Maria smiles as she watches them put a milk moistened nipple from their perky breasts in each of the babies mouths. Maria felt a tickle of humor run through her as she watches Coom and Tony helplessly fight it ... while Laurie and Michelle accepted it completely. Maria knew all four of them were in good hands as she left the nursery on a mission of vital importance to the future of the world ... and the New World Order of the Q.
Maria entered the room where Laurie's Angora Persian lived. The cat's litter box definitely needed to be changed at this point. Maria went to a cabinet and removed a large plastic container with a sealable lid. She emptied the litter box into the container and sealed the lid. She refilled the box with fresh litter and even left out a large bowl of beef chunks for the cat.
As she reentered the hall, several men of the Q were passing, still searching for the hidden Combat Team. She walks up to them ... they bow reverently at her feet.
She says softly, "I need one of your dart weapons."
All the men quickly offer up their weapons and ammunition to the High Priestess. Maria takes the nearest weapon and bandolier.
Maria points to the man she took the weapon from and says, "I need you to escort me to the Hidden Temple."
The man quickly gets to his feet as he replies, "As you command, High Priestess." then proceeds down the hall at a fast walk.
Maria follows the man until they arrived at the section where the wall had opened and the stone stairway leading down to the Hidden Temple was. Maria quickly points the weapon at the man and pulls the trigger. The reaction was immediate ... all that was left was an empty Dakkis with a small gooey mess within. Maria could have no witnesses to what came next.
Jose stood next to the koricancha, along with his personal Acolytes. He was hoping the storm would break soon so that his beloved High Priestess Patrica would arrive in short order. He had fulfilled all of her commands, and had the followers in process of eradicating the combat troops that had so ignominiously invaded the holy grounds of the fountain. He knew he would have to reduce the other High Priestess to infanthood very soon as per Patricia's commands. He very carefully measured out the amount of water required to return the now youthful Maria to about 3 or 4 years old.
Jose heard several airy spitting sounds and only had time to look up before all of his Acolytes had vanished, leaving only their beautifully made sarongs in piles on the floor with a gooey mess within. Jose looked down the barrel of a air rifle in the hands of High Priestess Maria.
Maria says with a dangerous tone in her voice, "I know what your task is to be concerning me. I will not allow that kind of sacrilege to happen within the Q."
Jose slowly retrieves the wireless radio sitting on the koricancha, desperately hoping he had time to send one last message to Pat before Maria did what she obviously was going to do to him. He had no fear of it, however ... there was no higher honor than to be returned to one's primal essence and to sit at the foot of Quetzalcoatl.
Maria laughs in an evil way as she places the large container of filthy cat litter on the floor in front of her.
She says with that dangerous tone still in her voice, "I know you think this as an honor ... but I'm going to mix your primal essence with this dirty litter and cat poop. No greater desecration of your essence can be done at this time. You will become nothing more than Secheffchea."
~~ Author's note: I personally know of no direct translation for Secheffchea. It is a term I heard used by an island culture I met once with my dad. Loosely ... I was told it is something that is so useless, the universe has no use for it and will not recycle it back into the Circle of Life. ~~
Jose's eyes get large with fear as he snatches the radio up and tries to turn it on. There is an airy spitting sound as Maria fires the rifle ... the radio falls noisily to the stone floor next to an empty Dakkis that contained a gooey mess. Maria stoops and collects Jose's Primal Essence, all of his personal Acolyte's primal essence, opens the top to the container, then mixes the collection of essence with the litter. She intended to show all of the Q ... there were punishments greater than those Patty told them of.
Maria thinks to herself as she seals the container and sets it on the koricancha for all to see, "Don't worry, Jose, soon you will have the company of your beloved Patty in there to keep you eternaly company in what ever you call hell."
She stoops and picks up the radio. She smiles. She has the only link to Patty now ... and Maria intends to catch her totally unawares now that Jose and the rest of Patty's inner circle of loyal followers no longer had the power or physical ability to interfere. Maria knew, the Q had effectively taken the whole planet by surprise and totally subdued it ... and she intended to be the one to rule it ... the way she had been told Quetzalcoatl had said it was to be done.
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The best thing about my life is being Lisa's Pet Babydoll
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Whoa. That was a nice, nice twist. Little "innocent" Maria is...the goddess Kali? (yes, I know, I am mixing up my mythologies). Something tells me, though, that Pat will not go down without a fight...and maybe our favorite little vixen Michelle can rise to the challenge as well? No? Oh, well. She was a cutie...
I'll reread this tomorrow, Miki dear, and supply some more comments. First, off to read "My Playmate Lisa"...
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Just finished reading the first part. I cant wait to read the rest great job.
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Oooooh more stowy! More action-adventury-sciency-horror fun wifs da Miki! So scary still, but I hope some of what has gone wrong can be fixed. Poor little blobs that used to be people! So terrible! *hugs and two bottom pats*
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OK, just re-read Chapter 12. I like the twist you have provided with Maria...although I have only one pesky and quibbling question: so...the Q headquarters is underground, right? In a cavern beneath the sea? So...why would they have an Angora cat there?
Poor animal....
Death by kitty litter. Brrrrrr.....and gross! (where are Ren and Stimpy when you need them? - but I digress).
The relationship between Cleary and Maria also took me a bit by surprise...not sure why. But perhaps Cleary, and not Pat, could be the agent of Maria's downfall.
Other likes:
* "Q fell like wheat before the scythe..."
* Cooms taking 4 suppositories....the struggle of the poor "guy" and the implicit cruel delight Maria is taking in his transformation....
* Another Twin Spirit is seen...
* Jesse is being set up for a fall...any character that knows they are the best they are at what they do will have to go down...hard.
* Jackson is still "Captain America"! Yeah!
That's all for now. Looking forward to the next installment....
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Maria to the resque
Originally Posted by TiresiasRex
OK, just re-read Chapter 12. I like the twist you have provided with Maria...although I have only one pesky and quibbling question: so...the Q headquarters is underground, right? In a cavern beneath the sea? So...why would they have an Angora cat there?
Poor animal....
Death by kitty litter. Brrrrrr.....and gross! (where are Ren and Stimpy when you need them? - but I digress).
The relationship between Cleary and Maria also took me a bit by surprise...not sure why. But perhaps Cleary, and not Pat, could be the agent of Maria's downfall.
Other likes:
* "Q fell like wheat before the scythe..."
* Cooms taking 4 suppositories....the struggle of the poor "guy" and the implicit cruel delight Maria is taking in his transformation....
* Another Twin Spirit is seen...
* Jesse is being set up for a fall...any character that knows they are the best they are at what they do will have to go down...hard.
* Jackson is still "Captain America"! Yeah!
That's all for now. Looking forward to the next installment....
Well cutie,
Coom's business: Adventures in Mystery Diving and Exploration ... isa huge complex. Covers many hundreds of acres and even doubles as a Para-military compound for ... emergencies such as this.
Most of it is above ground ... including the business offices, Boat Dock, Living Quarters, the huge Atrium out front where the fountain now resides, and several bungalow type cottages scattered round about. The Angora live kinda in Laurie's quarters ... but she's given free reign to wander the compound.
There are secret rooms and other stuffies scattered around too jus cuz.
The Q ... according to the story line so far, had secretly been feeding Coom info on how to find things. As Soon as Tony pushed Coom over the hump ... the adventure began.
The Q had been preparing for this day for thousands of years. Many millions of followers and several underground areas devoted just to their temples and strange rituals ... including the ones underground beneath Coom's compound.
Maria ... isa twisty inna story ... gonna ... do stuffs
>>giggle<<
With Love
Miki  
The best thing about my life is being Lisa's Pet Babydoll
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