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The Kindness of Strangers Free watch now. As pressing matters rage on in New Orleans, the Mikaelson siblings find themselves forced to set aside their differences and work together to escape a "chambre de chasse... The kindness of strangers free watch live. Ronya was deported from Germany with her parents at four and a half-years old and imprisoned in camp Rivesaltes in the south of France. A year later she was smuggled out by the Swiss Red Cross and put into hiding.  At six-and a half years old she escaped across the French-Swiss border to freedom... alone. After her arrival in America in 1947, Ronya decides to never speak about the past again. But, o n her 80th birthday, with refugee c hildren being separated from their parents, and  anti-semitism on the rise,  she realizes she can't be silent any longer. Ronya and her daughters embark on a two year needle-in-a haystack quest across four countries,  following the two separate stories. Her parents story is guided by her father's recorded voice and the original map her parents used to escape. Ronya's story, as a child, is much more difficult and incomplete, however, chance meetings with historians, locals and current day refugees along the way, help stimulate her memories.

I absolutely LOVE horror creature features. This looks like a masterpiece. Can't wait for its release. I run a private campground. I have a set of rules to ensure everyone stays safe and on Halloween, I failed to do my part to protect people from the dangers of my campground. I went trick-or-treating with the man with the skull cup. Now I have to deal with the consequences of that decision. If youre wondering about the significance of the rules, you can start at the beginning with this handy link. We keep the deaths and injuries that happen on our campsite quiet from the outside world largely through the cooperation of the local police. The campground falls within the jurisdiction of one of the few towns that sits nearby and theyre the ones that respond whenever something happens. They dont come by to arrest or prosecute anyone. They bring paperwork and assurances for any out-of-town campers that something will be done. Then I bury the bodies and they make up some story and we continue on as if nothing unnatural has happened. Perhaps this is wrong of us. What else can we do, however? Our legal system makes no allowances for things that are not human and so forces us into a lie. Our relationship with local law enforcement was formalized shortly after my grandfather took possession of the campground. Ive mentioned the “scandal” that drove my great-aunt out of ownership before. Its a little more complicated than simply a child out of wedlock. Were not certain at what point our land transitioned to being old land, as it happened gradually. There have always been strange things in this world and our town was not without its troubles. It wasnt until someone sat down and looked at all the reported incidents and saw the concentration on our land that everyone put it together. The locals began to say that we should break up our land and sell it. We werent putting it to good use, after all, except to collect monsters. Back then, it wasnt really a campground, not like it is now. They opened up some land to campers, but it wasnt the sole usage of the land. Rather, we owned the land just to own it. My family was among the first settlers of this area and had significant holdings. One of the reasons we dedicated ourselves fully to running a campground was because it altered the local perception of the family. We werent entitled, elitist landholders anymore. We had an honest living. But at the time of my great-aunt, we had that against us still. Then she showed up with a baby. She tried to keep it quiet but word got out and rumors started churning through town. Having a child out of wedlock was one, of course, but there was another, more dangerous, rumor that began to spread. They said the child was a changeling. And Bryans ancestors were among the most vocal proponents of that rumor, on account of their heritage. Great-aunt decided to turn her enemies into her allies. She went to them, with the child, and let them inspect the baby. And she told them the real story and the identity of the father. Great-aunt took that secret to the grave. So did Bryans grandparents. I dont think there was anything unnatural about the father. Bryans grandparents would not have been swayed to great-aunts side otherwise. I think it was local politics. Someone influential. Possibly an affair. My great-aunt must have liked him quite a bit to not drag him down with her. The campground was transferred to my grandfather to make the town happy. It settled most of the grumbling. Great-aunt could step out of the public eye to raise her confirmed not-a-changeling baby in peace. The transition to my grandfather let people believe that now that the land had changed hands, the monsters wouldnt keep showing up. They were naive. My family, less so, but we had bought ourselves some time to recover from the scandal. Then something started robbing the graveyard. My uncle liked to tell this story. He was twelve years old at the time. My father was fourteen. Dad doesnt like to talk about this because I think he pitied the things he killed. He had a soft heart. Even though it was necessary, he didnt like to kill things simply because they were acting on their nature. He didnt like killing anything. In this, at least, I take after my mother. The first handful of graves were quickly discovered by the groundskeeper and he buried them again, telling their relatives nothing. Not about the holes, the disturbed headstones, and certainly nothing about the shattered coffins and the missing bodies. He understood that these things happened and it was best to not upset people unnecessarily. The first grave theft that was discovered by the town was when one of the local families made their routine Sunday trip to the cemetery to leave flowers on a relatives grave. Hed died unexpectedly, possibly from a heart attack. The story that went around is that on the day of the theft, the mom thought that something was strange because there was loose dirt strewn all around the cemetery as they were approaching the gravesite. She believed at first that maybe the groundskeeper was doing some maintenance but told the children to stay back. She had a bad feeling, she said. The grave had been partially dug up. A hole that exposed half the coffin, dug in a slope like a dog digs, kicking the loose soil all across the ground around the grave. The coffin itself was shattered, the wood splintered and snapped apart, exposing the dark hollow of the coffin inside. Then one of the children shrieked, coming across a human skull, and the mother ran to them and told them they were leaving. The skull was fake, she said. It was just someones idea of a bad prank. She knew. She could tell it was a fake skull. In her heart, she knew the truth, but this little lie at least distracted the children until they were old enough to handle the reality that something had dug up their fathers grave and devoured all of it but the skull and a few ribs that had fallen into the grass when it cracked the sternum free. Perhaps it would have ended there, if the oldest of the boys hadnt climbed out the window when he and his brother heard their fathers voice calling to them from outside. The boy, too, was devoured. The mother blamed our campsite. We arent that far from the cemetery, as it was placed on the outskirts of town and were not much further than that. She also needed someone to blame, I suspect, and we were still at that time an easy target. A town meeting was held. The issue of whether our land should be split up and sold was opened once more. Grandfather went to the meeting - the entire family went to the meeting. They stood in the back, silent and watching, and perhaps this was deliberate. To remind the town of just how long my family has been around and how many of us there actually are. To remind them of how hard our eyes are, the grim set of our silent stares, the strength of our will. Grandfather told the town that our family would take care of this creature, regardless of whether it came from our land or not. We werent the only ones whose land harbored strange things, he said. We were, however, the ones that had the resolve to deal with the things it attracted. And let them come to our land, he continued. We - none of them - could keep the things out. They all knew someone that suffered dead livestock, strange claw marks on doors, apparitions and visions without explanation. We would do this, and more, if they at least had the courtesy to treat us with respect. Then he walked out without even giving them a chance to respond. The meeting continued but without the family there it felt hollow, lacking in purpose, and if any decision was reached no one remembers what it was. Grandmother set to the work of turning our land into a proper campground and opening it up fully to the public. The more campers we brought in, they reasoned, the more money theyd spend on the local economy. Certain goods wouldnt be available on site. Food, for instance. The general stores supplies were kept deliberately lean and maps of local shopping was printed for the main office. In time, we would expand, but not before being certain that our campers would still dump a significant amount into business outside our property. But at that time, these were all plans for the future. Grandfather dealt with the more immediate problem of the monster stalking the graveyard. It was a simple plan for a simple creature. He and his sons stood watch in the graveyard each night until the monster returned for another body. My uncle was scared. Hed never hunted anything more dangerous than rabbits and could only think about how the boy that had been eaten was only a few years younger than him. Fear tightened around his neck like a noose and the shadows took on life, hunkered under the thin moonlight like malevolent beings, waiting for him to turn his back. His knuckles were white as he gripped his rifle like a lifeline. It was an effort to keep his gaze poised on the side of the graveyard hed been assigned to watch. Grandpa and my father were at his back, watching the darkness beyond the edge of the faint bubble of light their lantern permitted, and he ran this through his head as a mantra to fan the flames of his dwindling courage. His father and brother were there. Hed be safe. On the third night my uncle fired on something that was moving around the edge of the graveyard. The gunshot echoed through the night, followed by the rustle of grass as something fled. Grandpa scolded him for firing. It was too small, he said. He probably fired at a groundhog. Dont shoot until youre certain of what youre shooting at. Didnt he remember that, from when he went hunting for rabbits? And my uncle, embarrassed, swore he wouldnt make that mistake again. It almost got my grandpa killed. But no one held that against my uncle and my uncle, for his part, knew it wasnt entirely his fault. He was only twelve, being asked to do something that the grown men of the town wouldnt do. He saw it, in the corner of his vision. A subtle streak of movement, like water flowing along the ground. Pale, dead flesh. A trick of the light. The latter is what he told himself it was, as he forced his fingers to relax their grip on the rifle. They ached from hours of strain in the cold night air. It came up just at the edge of his vision, sliding between the tombstones, in a blind spot where none could see it clearly. It moved like a dog, belly to the ground, the yellowed flesh draped loosely on its bones. My uncle, so determined to not shoot at shadows again, kept his gaze fixed on the darkness at the edge of the graveyard, searching for something real, and missed the faint impression of movement at the edge of his eyesight. Missed it, until it was almost upon him. Grandpa didnt leave his sons entirely on their own. He watched over them as well as his own third of the graveyard and he saw the ghoul before it could lunge at my uncle. He stepped between them, raising his shotgun, but the creature was in mid-leap and it hit him squarely in the chest. My uncle screamed and threw himself backwards. My grandpa hit the ground hard, the air knocked out of him in a rush, and the creature landed on his chest. It clawed at his shoulders and his neck until my grandpa got the barrel of the shotgun interposed between them. The ghoul threw its full weight against the gun, stretching out broken fingernails towards my grandpas eyes. My dad was the one that knocked it off him. Hed been standing by in agony, unable to find an opening with which to shoot the creature, not without risking hitting my grandpa. He didnt trust his aim, not with the two twisting and thrashing on the ground. The ghoul bobbed like a bird, kicking and clawing, trying to land its teeth in something vital enough to put an end to my grandpas resistance. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he ran around to the side of the combatants and stuck the rifle down and angled the barrel back up into the ribcage of the monster. It froze for a second, but it was too late, and my father pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through its chest and exited up and out. The force of the gunshot threw it off my grandpa and it landed just a few feet away, directly at my uncles feet. My uncle stood frozen, clutching his rifle to his chest. It seemed pathetic, rolling on the torn grass in front of him, its skin rippling as it convulsed in pain from its injuries. Its cries were like that of a cat, whimpering and mewling. It raised its head and stared up at my uncle. Its lips were peeled back from a row of perfect white teeth, its eyes were bright, and its face was familiar. Hed met this man before, in the grocery store when my grandma took him on her errands. While he was still alive, before he died of a heart attack and was buried and before the ghoul dug him up and ate what scraps of flesh remained on his bones. My uncle couldnt move. He couldnt think, he couldnt breathe. The human face staring up at him with mindless hate in its eyes robbed him of all reason. Then grandpa got to his feet and limped over. He shot its legs and then caved it skull in with the stock of the gun. He didnt stop until its head was a mess of battered tissue, a gelatinous heap the consistency of cold oatmeal. My uncle said that he didnt hesitate after that. These things were monsters, he realized, regardless of whose face they wore. He taught his children the same and they were the ones that went hunting when we had something on our campsite that could be hunted. After the ghoul was dispatched my grandpa went back to the town hall and told them the problem was dealt with. If we had the cooperation of the town, he said, and especially the police then we could continue to deal with these things. We could keep our old land as old land and all those things out there would flock to it and with nowhere else to go, theyd be trapped. Contained. And everyone else would be safe. This is the arrangement we have with the town. I wonder how many of our campground inhabitants are here by choice, how many are here because they have nowhere else they can survive, and how many weve compelled to stay. I need to find out if anything falls in the last category. Its not something Ive ever considered before, but I feel it will soon be very important to know this. Every now and then the town starts to forget the dangers and question if our role is necessary. My parents were called to the town hall three times in their tenure as owners of the campground. They were polite and diplomatic, but also firm. The campground would remain in our hands. It would remain old land. Didnt they realize what would happen, were we to displace our inhabitants? They would go to the farms and the houses and the town would have to deal with something far worse than whatever had temporarily slipped out of our grasp. Now it was my turn to stand before the town. I said all this and perhaps I wasnt as eloquent as my mother and perhaps I have too much of my fathers anger in me, but for a brief moment I thought I had convinced them. A sea of bobbing heads stared up at me, nodding faintly as they remembered that things could be so much worse than a few people being poisoned on Halloween. The sheriff stood near the back, arms crossed, his scowl deepening as I talked. I thought that my parents would be proud of me, were they still alive. Here I was, defending our family line. I was so close. Then, as I finished talking, a man I didnt immediately recognize stumbled in through the doors of the town hall. They creaked on their hinges and a hush fell over the room. His footsteps lilted, one landing more heavily than the other, and it was like listening to a bell toll as each step landed, the dragging foot whispering on the wooden floor like a trailing rope. His expression was distant, his eyes cast upwards towards the heavens, and his mouth hung slightly agape. His arms swung loosely at his sides and one hand clutched the hair of my uncles severed head. He threw this, when he was halfway down the aisle, and it rolled across the floor and came to a stop at my feet. Then the stranger fell face-down onto the ground and has yet to regain consciousness. The doctors at the local hospital do not think that he will ever wake up again. They are less complicit than the police, but they understand my campground. They are familiar with the casualties it produces. At some point they will have to contact the mans family and tell them where he is and that he wont wake up. There will be no mention of murder. Its one kindness the police can afford for the mans family. We do have contact information for his relatives. I found it. For while the people in the town hall panicked and screamed or wept I stood there, silent and still, staring down at my uncles face that was frozen into an expression of mute surprise. I thought about the stranger and wondered why he seemed familiar. I thought on this for a long time, even while a police officer (and I dont recall who, which is strange because I know them all) took me by the arm and led me away and took me back to the campground. In my office I went through my records until I found the name that felt familiar. The stranger has camped here every year for almost twenty years. Hes one of my regulars. I had his registration from last year on file, including his emergency contact. I remember something else. The mans shadow, as I walked past his prone body. How the edges were tattered. Fraying, like an old scrap of cloth. Im not sure anyone else noticed. My uncle was murdered on the campgrounds. The staff report that the man came by, asking for me, and my uncle said hed talk to him instead as I wasnt around. They heard a gunshot and by the time they arrived at the scene, the man was gone and my uncles head was gone with him. The town reconvened their meeting a few days later. I was not present. I dont recall if I was invited or not and it doesnt seem to matter right now. Very little feels like it matters. The funeral for my uncle is this weekend. I feel like that day is endlessly far away, or perhaps it has already happened and this is merely an echo. Im struggling to understand when I am at any given moment. This is shock, I suppose. I tell myself it will pass. The sheriff stopped by this morning. I didnt talk much. Im very tired. I havent been sleeping much. He said that the town was out of patience and needed proof that we could do what we claimed - that our campground being old land actually did contain the various other creatures in this world, rather than act as a beacon to bring them in and let them prey on the innocent. (I know the secrets of this town. Few of us are innocent) Look what happened to my uncle, he continued, and I lost what else he said after that. Hatred boiled inside me and it took all of my focus to contain it. It coursed through my veins like molten iron. How dare he use my uncles death against me. Christmas is coming, he was saying, when I was able to register his words again. Yule. Midwinter. 12th Night. There would be no deaths - no incidents - during this time. Think of it as a test, he said and he smiled when he spoke. A trial to regain the towns confidence. It is nothing more than a pretense. I do not think this it is possible to do as they request. The powers of this world converge in the winter and ancients walk the land and they go where they will and they do as they want. I need to find out why the sheriff is so determined to destroy my campground. I need to find out how long this has been going on and who else is involved. And I need to find out how long the sheriff has been working with one of my camps occupants and who exactly is the master in that relationship. You see, while there are many creatures on my campsite that can influence a persons behavior - perhaps even driving them to murder - there is only one that does so by eating their victims shadow. Rule #17 - Be wary of a friendly man that may approach you in shaded areas. Try to convince him to move into the sunlight. If he casts a shadow, you can assume its another camper and proceed accordingly. Otherwise, end the conversation immediately. He is trying to earn your trust. Im a campground manager. I cant protect everyone, not even the members of my own family. This doesnt mean Im going to stop trying, however. Ill use whatever means are available to me. Most of the time, this means providing people with a list and more recently, telling you about what happens to the people that dont follow the rules, so you understand the importance of them. One of my campers didnt follow the rules. He allowed the man with no shadow to befriend him and now my uncle is dead. We havent contacted the campers kin yet. We dont have to. No one knows hes here. People vanish all the time. I think I will go to the hospital and ask if I could have something of his. Hes not going to come out of his coma so I believe they will give me what I want. They dont have to endure the hassle of keeping him on life support if he doesnt have a head anymore, after all. I will repay the man with no shadow with a gift of my own. Read the full list of rules. Visit our website.

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I feel like Ive seen the Anje design somewhere before but I cant put my finger on it. YouTube. This is the longest and shortest 3 days I have ever had in my life. I have never been so completely overwhelmed and and yet grateful at the same time. Yesterday, we went to the funeral home to take care of those arrangements, and they had the body and wanted one of us to go confirm that they did have the right one. I. I just couldn't. Seeing him on that hospital bed Sunday night was just so damned hard on me that I couldn't go look at him a second time. My husband and sister in law went and confirmed it was him, and my husband said the staff did a really good job and he looked more like his real self and not at all how he looked when we said good-bye to him at the hospital. His memorial will be Saturday with no burial that day as the paperwork to cremate him has not finished being approved. It looks like it will be sometime next week. They have offered to also fill our keepsake necklaces for us so we don't have to try and do it ourselves and will be giving us a free urn. Afterwards, we went to my sister in laws house just so we would be around other people and not alone in our house. I got to visit with my neice and her son while trying to get in contact with all of the friends and family about the service. That's when the depression really hit, and my communication skills went right out the door. I was trying to just reach all the people, answer all the text messages and all the phone calls and try to remember everyone that would want to know what happened and in a house full of people, my brain failed me. I did not even think to ask a single person for help, and it took my sister in law to realize that I was on the verge of a panic attack. My phone was removed from me for a full hour while she and my husband took over the task of reaching out to people. We've had people over at our house constantly, which normally is just incredibly exhausting for me because my long-term depression and anxiety causes me to be extremely introverted, but this week it has actually been a relief, because otherwise my house would have been TOO quiet. Today was easier in some ways and harder in others. I had to review, edit and approve the obit today so I would be put on the website of the funeral home and get published in Friday's newspaper. I had my husband's aunt help, because even though I'm normally the proofreader of all things typed in my house, today that part of my brain would not function, or so I thought. She emailed me back and told me that she could not have written a better obit, nor could she improve upon what I had already typed. Though I am changing the names to abbreviations, I am going to share this with all of you. MJM, age 12, passed away Sunday, February 9, 2020. He was born August 28, 2007 in Abilene to RAM and DAM. 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After that, we went home and my mother in law, aunt in law, aunts, and cousin all came to the house because I had to decide what pictures to use in the slideshow that would play before and after the service. I managed to not completely fall apart as they helped me find pictures that showcased his personality and get them put onto a CD and posted to my FB page for those that wanted to get copies. I can't remember if I have mentioned this, but the middle school we was going to is turning Friday into a memorial day in his honor. The students are going to wear red and blue, his two most favorite colors, and the student body is writing up letters about my son that will be delivered to the funeral home for the service. My husband's best friend from high school reached out to all the other people they knew from school (rural school, his graduating class was less than 100 people) and they are putting together donations to send to us to help us with things like the plaque/headstone for the gravesite, bills because I'm recovering from back surgery and my husband is disabled so we are literally living off of my daughter's paycheck, and anything else we might need help with while we grieve. My daughter's workplace, a state supported living center for the mentally challenged, has let her have all this week off to deal with her grief of losing her brother without any cut in her salary for this month, and she won't have to go back to work until Sunday. Tomorrow, my aunt is going to go with us to get a poster or canvas printed out for the service, help us pick out flower arrangements to go with the print, and help me pick out some blue and red acrylic ink for my dip pens so I can send everyone that has helped with food, cleaning, donations, etc so I can make them all hand written and drawn thank you cards. I managed to do what I set out to do in No Man's Sky and create a memorial in the game in Creative mode for my son. I think he would have thought that was the coolest thing ever, that part of him is immortalized inside a video game, because one of his other dreams was to be a YouTube gamer when he was in elementary school. This is pictures of the worlds in that system. This is the video of me talking about him while I show the worlds inside the game. I managed to sleep for five and a half hours last night, and took an hour long nap today. Every day is a tiny fraction of a hair easier than the day before. I still hurt. I don't think I will ever stop hurting, but it is a load that no longer feels like I will break from carrying it. And a lot of that is due not only to the generosity and kindness of friends, family, and complete strangers in the local world, but because I have been able to release so much here with my fellow BroMos. I may not know you by name or in person, but I love EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. Hug those babies, because we all know that no matter how old they get, they will always be our babies in our hearts. Tell them you love them. Call them. Hold them tight.

(I have been advised to post a trigger warning for Gale's night terrors. Proceed with caution. Also, this is a much, much longer piece. The first days of living with Sergeant Gale, three mixed years prior to current day. "Are you typing again- You said you'd put that thing down and actually play the damn game. A rude interruption, please excuse me while I defend my com-pad from the vicious homo-sapien! There we are. Now, back to that day. The year had gone by quickly- and I do mean this in both the literal and figurative sense. Earth years are approximately two Tok-shiern months and a week shorter than our year. Give or take a few hours. I'm not going to get that specific- most of the Cooperative Galaxy doesn't care. We have set a standard of date-coordination based on the distance between war memorials and alliance officiations. I did have to use the neuro-chemial synch to explain this efficiently to Gale. Oh- and that's another thing; I have been granted official permission to call Sergeant Gale 'just Gale. Aboard the ship home at last, there was plenty of room for a few thousand Humans- several fleets had been traveling back and forth between our most sparsely populated outposts and the Human's beloved homeworld, and thus we no longer had to rely on the original rescue vessels to accommodate the somewhat smaller species. Gale finds it humorous that I do not wish to spar with him and thinks it is because of our height difference. I know fully well that he could win, and I am not ready for the banter that will hound me from my comrades, even though we have all witnessed Human combat first-hand. Don't get me wrong-he was tentative about the proposal when he'd first asked, but I had assured him that sparring was well accepted as appropriate behavior between allies that had performed the ritual of trust. In fact, we hold it to be a good way of strengthening that trust. None the less. I will not spar until I know how to win. I do share quarters with Gale, yes, but what you are implying is inaccurate. I explained to a friend of mine, a Dquet-Obnious from my birth world. We grew up together. Inkitex gave me a look- that was her name, but for teasing I would call her 'Tex' as it was similar to 'tegs. a type of small, furry companion species that had only begun to think as a sentient species last year. They were not bright, but very entertaining to watch as they discovered the logic of existence. "But you despise sharing quarters with any other species- is it that he is more adept at combat that interests you. Inkitex asked. I knew she meant well, but this was bothersome. "No- it- no. I mean it, Tex- the neuro-chemial synchronization is to help him sleep. He gets 'nightmares' about the wars he's fought in. They're terrifying. What is a 'nightmare. She asked innocently. derive the word from an old myth about an 'evil' race, called demons, one of which called maer, which was believed to suffocate Humans in their sleep. Ancient Humans used this to explain why a person would die during the night. A 'nightmare. however, is a sequence of sensual feedback from the brain during sleep, but sends the Human into an uneasy or panicked state. I explained. "Gale gets particularly vivid ones. The sights, the sounds, the scents, even the orientation of the body- wounds feel fresh, falling on the ground hurts, the scent of blood and fumes is sickening. I trailed off, disliking to bring these memories back into my thoughts when I had barely been rid of them for a few hours. Inkitex studied me. "That of you. To face those memories with him. the tone of banter was lost from her voice. I nodded. "That would be more is very stressed. His condition has caused his higher ranking comrades to consider disqualifying him from his position to preserve what he has left of his well-being. I explained. Inkitex nodded. "He will be staying with you, then? Until his condition improves. Yes, that is the idea. Sgt. Derren H. Gale, Delta Company USMC Force Reconnaissance. May 11th, 2045. Day 1 aboard Kiig-Ship 14. The ship was still on the Warp Pad, a goliath of some pearlescent blue material that was as strong as any of our Earth metals but far lighter. As NASA would know, weight and fuel are two things you need to worry a lot about. I didn't doubt the Toksh engineers- I've been aboard their vessels, they're very impressive- but this? This thing? It was like the first time I saw a mining truck, and the first time I saw a Lockheed C-5 Galaxy plane- too big to move, too big to fly, and this was definitely, definitely, waaay too big to get into space. I stared at it for a pretty long time, sitting on my duffle bag, head tilted. ~I'm going into that thing. My folks had arrived at the gate to say goodbye, my mothers smothering me in kisses. They had fought, too, and I knew this- but it was still so strange to see them in the same camo and olive garb that I was usually wearing. In fact, there wasn't a soul as far as the eye could see that wasn't in uniform. After all that war, you just got used to wearing it. You showered in five minutes, got dressed in five minutes, and ate your food as fast as you could, just out of sheer habit. Even my niece and nephew had started doing that. the kids and old folks were hidden away in bunkers for the whole war, and I guess they had formed some habits of their own. Even now, as I pulled them in for a hug, they flinched at my looming figure and crouched as if to scurry away down a tunnel. But they hugged me, clinging to me, swinging from my arms as I spun them around a few times and tried not to cry. I was really going to miss them. Can you bring us back somethin' cool. Or even just somethin' weird. I chuckled. "Yeah, I'll bring back one of each. And I'll take lots of photos, don't you worry. I assured them, tapping the camera feature on my wristwatch. They hung onto my shoulders as my sister, her husband, and our mothers smooshed in for the picture. They smiled big, wide smiles, their upper front teeth missing as the adult incisors were growing in place if their baby ones. I hugged them all once more, my sister especially. She clung to me, almost crushing me, and I knew from the sound if her breath that she had started crying. I couldn't hold it back anymore- I started crying too. "Darnit, you brought on these damn waterworks! How am I gonna explain this to Urshocc. I teased her. "Shut up, stupid, you wanted to cry. she teased me back, and we started laughing. I kissed her forehead and wiped her tears away, and she lightly punched my arm. "I love you, shorty. I told her. "I love you, too, idiot. she replied with a smile. I gave her another hug, just because. And then I had to walk away. Urshocc Uiphein, Sector B Squadron 4 Toksh Special Forces Regiment Earth month of May, 11th day, 2045th year of Common Era. I came to my quarters just as the loading gates had all closed and found Gale at the desk, sketching away in his leather-bound sketchbook. Like most of his personal affects, it had the Marine Corps emblem etched onto the front of it. Gale exhaled a shaky breath, and I cursed my timing for having accidentally missed one if his panic attacks. At least, that's what I had presumed this was. I approached him carefully, making sure to drag my feet so as to make enough noise not to startle him. I was advised to avoid startling him by a Human psychiatrist. He looked up at me, eyes red from having shed tears, but smiled anyway. "Hey. he said, in no particular tone. "You had another panic attack. I asked, sitting on the edge of the resting platform designated for me. *Toksh called them nests. Humans called them beds. Gale shook his head, meaning no. "Just tough to be away from the folks for a while, you know? And you've spent the whole year out here. I understood now. "Yes, it causes heartache. Your nephew has that com-pad I gave you still, doesn't he. He does. I'll be borrowing yours daily. Gale said, his smile now genuine and unfading. I smiled as well. He was being humorous. Hours ago, the Warp had activated, and we were now hurtling through loops of space fabric, any objects potentially obstructing our path being forced aside with the wave of plasma that shielded the front of the craft. There was no resistance in space, but warp travel didn't need the specifics of linear motion to get from location to location quickly and effectively. The Warp Pad on my birth world would, as I explained it to Gale, snatch our ship out of the sky and put it down where it needed to be within a few milliseconds. We had explored some of the ship thus far, and were now at the serene pools on deck 94. Apparently, I still had much to learn about Humans. Apparently, none of us realized that they could swim. "What are you just standing there for? Everyone's in the water, it's a great temperature. Gale told me. We had met up with Inkitex, and she and I stared at him, dumbfounded. "You can swim. Yeah, duh. Webbed hands. he said, holding up his hands, the pinkish skin between his digits now striking me as what he meant by 'webbing. Inkitex held up a finger in questioning. "But you are not currently using your hands to swim. she stated. Gale smiled and chuckled a little at that. "Well, no, but I have to kick a lot harder if I'm not using them. By now, I was over my initial dumbfoundedness, and had plunged into the water beside him. Inkitex still stood on the edge. "Why is your species adapt to swim. Well, of our planet is covered in water. We just had to, I guess. Gale shrugged. Inkitex shook her head, which in her race's language meant she was impressed. She hopped onto the water's surface and paddled for a bit, Gale watching her as he'd likely never seen something so bizarre, and she dove under the surface to examine how Gale swam. Gale followed her, and she moved backwards. Gale did a backflip, and she copied him. I laughed, amused, and dove under as well, watching from the side as they continued this game of theirs. Every species that I had introduced him to, no matter how different they were from the creatures of his homeworld, Gale had managed to befriend each and every single one of them. He took the time to learn their names, their greeting customs, how to pronounce words correctly. Already, he was vastly admired. When I asked him how much of this information he had retained, he pulled up several file cores from their storage case. *These were incredibly small cylinders that could be removed and exchanged from their entry port in the back of the owner's neck, where it could access the spinal cord and save neurological electromagnetic flash patterns as retrievable data. "I don't have to remember all of it on one file, but there's no way I'm forgetting any of these. I have duplicates, even. I could tell he was saving a file on Inkitex right about now. I had taken a look at what Gale had saved about the Guingëk and compared it to what he observed of the Dquet-Obnious from Inkitex and of the Toksh from myself and the hundreds he's met. He arranged the files all the same, and as such follows: Species: Toksh Individual: Urshocc Uiphein Pronunciation Notes: Phonetic, exactly as spelled Greeting Customs: Approach front, distance, nod Important Customs: Ritual of Trust- unbreakable Physical Characteristics: adult male, 7 feet tall, skin reptilian, has soft hair that acts to detect air displacement, puffs up when flustered or threatened- skeletal structure similar to lion/velociraptor- tusks protrude from underneath upper jaw, jaws are vertical with serrated, rectangular teeth in 2 rows- upper set of dexterous limbs resemble Human, extra joint near shoulder socket- secondary arms protrude from chest cavity guarding soft tissues and non-vital organs- opening where secondary arms rest is diamond-shaped, flanked by thick muscles and tucked under chest cavity when not in upright stature- legs are digitigrade with four clawed toes each and no heel spurs- coloration is mild cool colors ranging from teal to cobalt- forward-facing eyes are vertical, all black, with two parts, one that faces forward and another that faces the sides, clear substance can be seen from rear-side view of the eye, cat-like noses but bridge is layered and those are the many actual nostrils the end part is like a shark's and detects electromagnetic signatures Societal Structure: military, honor-based hierarchy Stance: allies, unbreakable Classification: dangerous, equipped Weaknesses: Chest cavity has only soft flesh beneath, arteries beneath both sets of arms, two hearts Strengths: vast numbers, advanced technologies, predatory stealth, powerful physique. long did it take him to put all this together. I wondered. It was alarming how much he had learned from only observing me- why did he have my weaknesses down? I closed the file and took it out of my com-pad's data port. The descriptions were clustered and difficult to read, but incredibly and unsettlingly accurate. Gale, Delta Company USMC Force Reconnaissance May 12th, 2045 Night of first day aboard Kiig-Ship. "Urshocc- do you copy? Over. I spoke calmly into my wristwatch comms system. Nothing but static answered me. My heart missed a beat, but I stilled it. I can't panic yet, it's not even that scary- I have great coverage. I'm undetected. I continued down the corridor, following the three Guingëk warriors. They spoke to one another gruffly, a casual conversation. I could strike this one's hind legs, cause him to fall- cut off his voice with a nick to the big cord under his chest- the others would turn and see me. I can take them out if I use the first one's blade in my other hand. I lunge, and my first kill goes down smoothly- but it's not the Guingëk guard I thought it was. A tered parts, arms of Toksh, big chested, crimson blood seeping from pinkish wounds, terrified eyes- four of them, Guingëk, but human irises. The form shifted, Human, Guingëk, Human- the other two tore me off of the corpse, its eyes piercing me. They threw me to the wall, my head throbbed from the concussive impact- then the deck fell away from me- I was falling, no- this is space, there's no- suffocating, freezing, my lungs- Claws- no, not this, I'd rather die- Gale. LET GO! LET GO- YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PLANET, YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PEOPLE. Gale! It's your turn- what cards are you keeping. My heart was pounding, I was panting- my lungs hurt, my eyes hurt, my head hurt. "There's cards in front of you- we're playing spoons, it's your nephew's favorite. C'mon, you can't just let Harper and I play, there's two spoons not one. What cards are you gonna keep? The three spades are all black- one more card and you can win. Urshocc told me, his claws still wrapped around me. My breathing had steadied as I listened to him, the dark nothingness of space turning into something tangible, something soft, but solid. The card table. It was plastic and cheap, but it folded so it was perfect to take camping. I was holding cards, three black spades of different numbers, a red 2 of mething felt wrong. I was playing cards with my nephew and Urshocc. I was safe. I didn't even have armor a shirt, plain and grey, and my cargos. Urshocc hadn't let go of me. "Urshocc, your claws- I told him, glancing behind me- but he wasn't- his hearts- he was torn open- not- not Urshocc! I leapt out of my chair, Urshocc collapsing in front of me. I screamed, lunging to catch him- not Urshocc, not Urshocc- I held his head to my chest, hand pressed into his wound. The panic increased- he looked scared- he never looks scared! Don't you dare give out on me. I barked at him, tears streaming. It was all so blood looked so real, it felt so blue, too warm, unmistakable. Close your eyes, Gale. I shut them tight. "Let go of me. No. Let. Go. I opened my eyes, sucking in air that I badly needed, lip quivering and my face soaked in tears. I sat up and Urshocc pulled me close to him. There was no wound, no blood- this was real. He told me to let go so I couldn't imagine the feeling anymore. I was shaking, exhausted and worn out. But I was glad to be awake. "You're was just a if it was 're okay, I've got you. Urshocc kept telling me, his voice calm. I stayed there, calming down slowly. "You looked never looked so scared. I was, for a moment. But it was just an image, doesn't mean anything. It meant something. I argued. "It meant something to me. Urshocc just held me close like a hurt and crying youngling, and I sobbed like one. Urshocc Uiphein, Sector B Squadron 4 Toksh Special Forces Regiment Earth month of May, 12th day, 2045th year of Common Era Neither of us slept the remainder of the night. It was dawn now, according to Gale's wristwatch. I had held him for hours, hoping he could rest for his own health, but sleep was cruel to him and he was relieved to be awake. I, too, was shaken by this particular nightmare. I should've know it wasn't working. I could sense his fear, I should've switched to something else before his brain thought up the 2-of-hearts card. I should've just told him he'd won, that he could've taken a spoon. I should've been sitting across from him. Stop blaming yourself. I looked up at Gale. It was the first he'd spoken in hours. "It wasn't your fault. I nodded slightly. "We need another door. Gale nodded. "The was nice. That could work. You were happy, you were calm. All three of us were. Inkitex looked like a weird neon was cute. Gale mentioned. She is one of the most successful predatory species of her homeworld. Penguins are predators. Fair enough. I can see the resemblance. Though wouldn't her land-fairing range of motion more closely resemble a duck. I thought out loud. We both laughed a little. Inkitex did look like a neon penguin-duck. The rest of the day came about and we met up with Inkitex again, ready to explore the lower levels of the ship. "You mentioned something about an areana. Gale asked Inkitex. I gave my small, brightly colored friend a look of misunderstanding. "Yes- just sparring, don't worry. I looked into the database on your culture- the United States Marines. Gale nodded, and Inkitex continued. "You like to maintain optimal agility, strength, and endurance by working your various muscles groups through physical activities. Gale smiled. "Sparring sounds perfect for that- but Urshocc doesn't spar out of his height class. he teased, pointedly in my direction. I huffed a breath through my six 'layers' of nostrils. I knew I didn't stand a chance. We descended the levels in an elevator with a viewing screen that spread around the whole thing except for the door. Gale had an odd fascination with the thrill of being high up- he leaned against the view screen with his arms rather than his hands, and peered as far down as he could before the floor obscured his view. "This ship is so dang tall. Please don't lean on the screen. I asked him. Gale looked at me. "I wouldn't believe you if you told me it wasn't safe. The stereotype that all non- Earth species are highly evolved mathematical geniuses whose engineering is flawless is an absolute. I know, I know, don't get your panties in a twist. But look. he said, pushing on the screen with force. He made my stomach do flips and I grabbed him out of reflex, yanking him by his shirt into the center of the elevator. He gave me a look I couldn't recognize yet. "What? I just told you not to lean on the screen. I know, but you're not my parent. What, are you afraid of heights. Correctly, I am wary of depths. You're afraid of heights. WARY of DEPTHS. Gale grinned. This made me uneasy. "No. Yes. Don't you dare. Oh, we're so going to. I do not agree with this. Inkitex looked back and forth at each of us. "Uuuhh, am I missing something here. NYOES. Inkitex seemed more confused. "What Gale means is. No, what Urshocc really meant. Would you quit that already. Not a chance, hot shot. Inkitex. Yes. Does this place have a climbing wall. Sparring is one thing- teasing me about DEPTHS, that's another- but why, WHY, do you Humans HAVE TO COMBINE THE TWO. I hollered, clinging to the wall with my leads in my secondary arms. We tried not to use these arms for much because they were weaker when holding objects in front of us, but holding anything close to us they were like a vice grip. Inkitex bounced up and down gleefully on her leads, enjoying the weightless feeling, while Gale stood off of the wall, feet firm, in an attack position. "C'mon, quit clinging- you're completely safe. Once again, NOT ALL OF OUR ENGINEERING. If you fall, I'll catch you. Gale interrupted. I looked at him. "What. I'll catch you. he repeated. I was even more dumbfounded by this notion than any others he had tried to convince me of. "I AM TWICE YOUR SIZE. I can lift that. Gale answered, then charged at me. I had to react- swallowing the fear gnawing at my intestines I pushed off of the wall and over Gale, landing on the other side and rolling, my leads holding my whole weight. Gale tumbled strategically, then dug his feet in and came at me again. I righted myself and stood on the wall like he was doing, struggling to aquire balance, when Gale began to swing his fists at me. I blocked these with my arm but my momentum caused me to flip head over sides and hit my head on the wall- it was a lighter hit than I expected. The wall Not entirely soft- it had holds for grip that stayed firm so you could climb- but it didn't hurt so much to hit it. I optimized my position and swung my feet under Gale's, causing him to tumble this time. ~This is. fun. Gale came at me, a dark look hidden away in his playful expression. He was hunting. ~You're not the only predator here. I thought, grinning too. I got onto my fours, the joints that Gale had considered to be 'extras' were designed for this particular type of motion. Toksh were bipedal and quadrupedal. I charged at Gale this time, and he had difficulty outmaneuvering me on only two feet now. I leapt, tacking him down, and attempted to pin him. "He's a United States Marine, Urshocc! Hand-to-hand combat is his expertise. Inkitex called out from her safe spot. I grunted, still trying. "Thanks, Tex. I barked in slight irritation. Gale slipped out of the pin and tried to pull my arms into an inconvenient angle- my joints wouldn't allow my arms to be useless no matter what angle I needed them at. I swung myself under the arm Gale had in his grasp and wrestled him down again, tumbling slightly when he'd pushed us off of the wall. ~I have more than just two hands. I barely made the catch, but held Gale's wrists firmly in my secondary hands, keeping them close to myself as it was the stronger grip, and wrapped one of my stronger upper arms around Gale's neck, and I stood against the wall to where Gale'sfeet couldn't touch. I'd done it- I won! WHACK I blinked, dizzy. Gale wasted no time flipping himself over and pinning my neck under his leg. I groaned in agonizing defeat. Gale seemed proud of himself. What happened was that he'd swung his legs up above our center of balance, then swiftly downwards between my legs, causing us to flip. He had landed on top of me and used my disorientation to his advantage. Gravity pulled you sideways- the wall was the floor but you had to cling to it. I was almost good at this. But Gale had adapted faster. Inkitex chimed in again. "Adapt and overcome! Semer fideles. He got off of me and helped me to my feet. "I finally got you to spar. I glared at him. He grinned. "At least it was only twenty feet off the ground. YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE? HIGHER. I demanded. "Oh, yeah. Tons if times. Sometimes without the wall or the leads. Inkitex and I stared. "You were FREE-FALLING. Gale just laughed, a hand on my shoulder. "YES, EXACTLY. I FOUGHT WHILE FREE-FALLING FROM 200 FEET IN THE AIR. WHY ARE WE SHOUTING. Inkitex asked. Alright, I was ousted from my comfort zone, but we laughed. It was, indeed, fun. Gale, Delta Company USMC Force Reconnaissance May 13th, 2045 Day 3 aboard Kiig-Ship. rrection: Tok-shiern "What do you call this month. I asked Urshocc. "It doesn't have a name, it has a number- the days are counted as 1 through 9, which makes a week. The weeks have names. he replied. "It's approximately the fourth day of 'The Week Of The Strong Warrior. What is it in Toksh-ish. Tiken, you mean. Wait. Your homeworld is called Tok-shiern. You are called Toksh. Why. On. Earth. Is. Your. Global. Language. Called. Tiken. Why do you use a figure of speech such as "why on Earth" when you are not on Earth. Urshocc asked me, turning to face me. "And the translation is 'Tes Durescc Occ'Nes Urshuh-Uphen. your name- is it descended from 'Urshuh-Uphen. I asked. Urshocc seemed surprised. "How'd you guess. Well, it sounds kind of similar, and we have names like that on Earth. I explained. ~His name means 'Strong Warrior' cool. I finished typing my log entry for the day on my personal laptop and would come back to it that night. I opened up Urshocc's com-pad and began composing my first letter home, so as soon as we landed it would send. I uploaded all the pictures from the trip thus far- the photo of the seven of them back at the gate on Earth, the first photo he'd taken of Inkitex, a selfie of him and Urshocc in the room, a panorama of the pools with the stars and nebulas speeding past in the viewing screen behind them, a photo looking straight down from the elevator, and even a photo of Inkitex and Urshocc on the leads on the climbing wall. I smiled as I looked at all of them and hit send. ~Now those are treasures. The ship finally landed on the Warp Pad of the Toksh colony, Urshocc, Inkitex, and I standing at the gate that would soon open and let off a few hundred passengers here. I was numb to the boots with anticipation- it felt like my first day of bootcamp. No, it was more like graduation- no, no, this was like- this was like when we saw the first Guingëk warriors in person. So. unpredictable. Unimaginable. Exciting. Terrifying! Exhilarating! My breath caught in my chest as the doors began to open, the bright tangerine light of a truly foreign sun breaking through. My eyes adjusted, and the soft, indigo grass of alien soil lit up like violet fire at the horizon line, just beyond the rolling hills and valleys radiating away from the sleek pearlescent deck of the Warp Pad, which matched the color of the Kiig-Ship. But the structures- the structures. they were so. Oh wow. I said, the breath I had been saving now escaping me with no hope of return. I took my first breath of air from a whole new atmosphere. it was still oxygen, but it was the first of this oxygen, from this planet, that any Human had ever breathed. Urshocc looked down at me and smiled. Urshocc Uiphein, Sector B, Squadron 4 Toksh Special Forces Regiment Fourth day of the forth month, Tes Durescc Occ'Nes Urshuh-Uphen. Inkitex and I had the privilege today of watching the first ever Human react to the everything-ness of the world we grew up on. Gale knelt and examined every plant, taking pictures, and marveled at the simple, geometric buildings all around him. They were domes of balistic-proof paned viewing screens- this was a military colony, officially claimed by the Tok-shiern Homeworld Committee. These structures were low to the ground mostly, and vessels crowded the open grasslands in vast, triangular arrays, constantly prepared for take-off. Gale got to practice all of the Tiken I'd taught him on every single stranger we came across. Delighted, they conversed with him, as many of them had not met a Human before but all had heard of them. I knew my team was around here somewhere. It was nearing the end of an Earth day, and Gale's circadian rhythm was beginning to affect him. As excited as he was from the day, it was finally time to rest. "You have an entire year to explore my birth world- you need to sleep. I assured him, setting up the neuro-chemial synch system as he gazed up through the ceiling at a whole new sky of stars. "This is so it feel like this when you visited your first alien planet. Gale asked me. I smiled. "This is my birth world, but not my species homeworld- the first 'alien' planet I ever visited was my actual planet of descent. And, yes, it was amazing. Indescribably so. You'd know it...

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