Post by Raymond Neely on Jul 28, 2011 4:45:38 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
The impossibly gigantic bolts and the saw blades which were as big as intergalactic flying saucers rushed spinning down out of the clouds where they had coasted cloaked since before dawn. They cut and rumbled the mountains and broke and crumbled the bricks. The bolts stuck into the sides of rock and into the ground and looked like half buried electric stations.
From my room in the institute I began to seek through the Ball of the Dragon's Eye, and with my own mind's eye, being both the seer and war master of my district, following the back path of the blades and bolts. Over the trees and ridges, following along the wires and roads and beneath a second onslaught of blades and bolts, which was yet far away. Toward the north I voyeured out of the hills and into the flatland and watched the land urbanize below me. I arrived in the sky illuminated by silver from the reflected clean metals which stood as the city, and the tin tower that was of the busy metropolis once known as Cleveland.
The high soldier Samuel knocked on my door and entered my room. "Sir, reservoirs three and four are destroyed and have flash flooded two towns east of here. Our water supply is reduced by half. Power outages are spreading. We shall be in complete darkness within hours."
Samuel was strapped with ammunition tanks and his laser cannon held with both hands.
"Prepare two tank battalions to roll toward city nineteen of the north and have the monolithic cannon pulled out of the west tunnel. Have it prepared to fire." Samuel's eyes widened and another quake shook the building. Something had landed close.
The monolitic cannon was mounted on train tracks and it was so large that a single shell fired from it could obliterate half of a modern city.
Samuel put out is hand to shake. He looked both confident but knowing of disaster. I shook his great hand. "If they do not surrender when we reach the tower, then we shall erradicate them like rats and our lasers shall fire prolifically into their crowds and soldiers," I said.
"The quakes are getting closer to these quarters, sir. We must get you to a safer place or we shall fumble as though blind," said Samuel.
"I shall be safe here."
Samuel quickly departed.
The blades and bolts stopped landing at about 6 pm and I informed the council that a second attack of the same kind was on the way and that it would be to us within a few hours. The generals and agents informed me that the negotiations over the coal province of Logan had failed and that war had been declared against city nineteen of the north. Thousands had died from our district and the assessment of damage sounded terrible. Two armories had been crashed and destroyed by blades, as well as had several hangars and the valuable crafts within been crushed and destroyed.
Having convened within the quarters of the war cabinet, "Sir, have you advice for we, the leaders of our confederation?" an agent asked.
"Tanks are on the way toward the attacking city. Prepare for the second attack. Have evacuation and rescue crews in high gear. Guard the stadium and beneath from possible attacks from within," I said.
"There is no other on the way, sir," said another of the same group.
Another wearing all yellow said, "They say that a peace has been reached. We get to keep Logan and all, they said. No second attack shall be launched."
"One already has been," I told them. "Be ready for it."
"All is well sir," another subdued and delirious man said, "we know so."
"No, not at all," I yelled.
"You peer too much at length, sir. Your senses are confused by the powers of the dragon's eye. They are illusions which you discover. Diplomacy has saved us. A war now would only damn us," said the first individual.
"All is well, sir," the same man repeated in his sedated manner of speech. "We are very busy now. We shall all depart."
The man in yellow smiled as they all filed out.
I again sought through the Ball of the Dragon's Eye and with my own mind's eye, looking for the great Samuel who was the hero of seven battles during the oil wars. I discovered him on the other side of the ridges and foothills sitting atop the remains of a destroyed battle tank that was spouting water from the fire safety device. It appeared as though rain were falling on the mighty soldier who sat at the foot of a giant bolt. Black smoke puffed skyward from the exploded tank and could be seen for miles. Eye on the battlefield showed seven more of the same, all with dead soldiers and parts of soldiers scattered all around and hanging from each bombed tank.
"Samuel, return," I boomed an echo in the direction of the dejected soldier, "return!"
Samuel's head raised from his dirty palms and water ran out of his hair. I knew that he would soon be back at the institute. The time was drawing nigh for the second wave of blades and bots to arrive. How to stop these armies and their weapons from destroying us completely? The monolithic cannon.
Each blade and each giant bolt is propelled by an engine that is fueled by oxygen and hydrogen. The small engines burn both and are filled with water before they are launched from the warehouse, factory, or armory. There are many light as small puffs of mists and fumes as the heavy metal flies onward.
I had maintained eye view as the soldiers prepared and loaded the monolithic cannon. I called down for them to aim the shell south of the great lake that supplied the city with water and with fuel, and at once crush haf of the city while depriving their people and military of fuel for their machines. I gave the order to fire the first shell of the monolithic cannon at seven thirty pm of the same evening. The surrounding forest was rocked by the boom.
As the sun was setting, I peered out over the land to the horizon where the giant gorgeous deployment of blades and bolts approached. The bricks still crumbled from the first and all of the people had not been saved. I wept into my aging hands.
It was reported to me by telephone that the shell fired from the monolithic cannon had sailed north of its intended target and had probably landed harmlessly in a great lake. Samuel had not returned. From the bottoms of our hearts we wept as about Guernica as the blades and bolts again began to land.
The impossibly gigantic bolts and the saw blades which were as big as intergalactic flying saucers rushed spinning down out of the clouds where they had coasted cloaked since before dawn. They cut and rumbled the mountains and broke and crumbled the bricks. The bolts stuck into the sides of rock and into the ground and looked like half buried electric stations.
From my room in the institute I began to seek through the Ball of the Dragon's Eye, and with my own mind's eye, being both the seer and war master of my district, following the back path of the blades and bolts. Over the trees and ridges, following along the wires and roads and beneath a second onslaught of blades and bolts, which was yet far away. Toward the north I voyeured out of the hills and into the flatland and watched the land urbanize below me. I arrived in the sky illuminated by silver from the reflected clean metals which stood as the city, and the tin tower that was of the busy metropolis once known as Cleveland.
The high soldier Samuel knocked on my door and entered my room. "Sir, reservoirs three and four are destroyed and have flash flooded two towns east of here. Our water supply is reduced by half. Power outages are spreading. We shall be in complete darkness within hours."
Samuel was strapped with ammunition tanks and his laser cannon held with both hands.
"Prepare two tank battalions to roll toward city nineteen of the north and have the monolithic cannon pulled out of the west tunnel. Have it prepared to fire." Samuel's eyes widened and another quake shook the building. Something had landed close.
The monolitic cannon was mounted on train tracks and it was so large that a single shell fired from it could obliterate half of a modern city.
Samuel put out is hand to shake. He looked both confident but knowing of disaster. I shook his great hand. "If they do not surrender when we reach the tower, then we shall erradicate them like rats and our lasers shall fire prolifically into their crowds and soldiers," I said.
"The quakes are getting closer to these quarters, sir. We must get you to a safer place or we shall fumble as though blind," said Samuel.
"I shall be safe here."
Samuel quickly departed.
The blades and bolts stopped landing at about 6 pm and I informed the council that a second attack of the same kind was on the way and that it would be to us within a few hours. The generals and agents informed me that the negotiations over the coal province of Logan had failed and that war had been declared against city nineteen of the north. Thousands had died from our district and the assessment of damage sounded terrible. Two armories had been crashed and destroyed by blades, as well as had several hangars and the valuable crafts within been crushed and destroyed.
Having convened within the quarters of the war cabinet, "Sir, have you advice for we, the leaders of our confederation?" an agent asked.
"Tanks are on the way toward the attacking city. Prepare for the second attack. Have evacuation and rescue crews in high gear. Guard the stadium and beneath from possible attacks from within," I said.
"There is no other on the way, sir," said another of the same group.
Another wearing all yellow said, "They say that a peace has been reached. We get to keep Logan and all, they said. No second attack shall be launched."
"One already has been," I told them. "Be ready for it."
"All is well sir," another subdued and delirious man said, "we know so."
"No, not at all," I yelled.
"You peer too much at length, sir. Your senses are confused by the powers of the dragon's eye. They are illusions which you discover. Diplomacy has saved us. A war now would only damn us," said the first individual.
"All is well, sir," the same man repeated in his sedated manner of speech. "We are very busy now. We shall all depart."
The man in yellow smiled as they all filed out.
I again sought through the Ball of the Dragon's Eye and with my own mind's eye, looking for the great Samuel who was the hero of seven battles during the oil wars. I discovered him on the other side of the ridges and foothills sitting atop the remains of a destroyed battle tank that was spouting water from the fire safety device. It appeared as though rain were falling on the mighty soldier who sat at the foot of a giant bolt. Black smoke puffed skyward from the exploded tank and could be seen for miles. Eye on the battlefield showed seven more of the same, all with dead soldiers and parts of soldiers scattered all around and hanging from each bombed tank.
"Samuel, return," I boomed an echo in the direction of the dejected soldier, "return!"
Samuel's head raised from his dirty palms and water ran out of his hair. I knew that he would soon be back at the institute. The time was drawing nigh for the second wave of blades and bots to arrive. How to stop these armies and their weapons from destroying us completely? The monolithic cannon.
Each blade and each giant bolt is propelled by an engine that is fueled by oxygen and hydrogen. The small engines burn both and are filled with water before they are launched from the warehouse, factory, or armory. There are many light as small puffs of mists and fumes as the heavy metal flies onward.
I had maintained eye view as the soldiers prepared and loaded the monolithic cannon. I called down for them to aim the shell south of the great lake that supplied the city with water and with fuel, and at once crush haf of the city while depriving their people and military of fuel for their machines. I gave the order to fire the first shell of the monolithic cannon at seven thirty pm of the same evening. The surrounding forest was rocked by the boom.
As the sun was setting, I peered out over the land to the horizon where the giant gorgeous deployment of blades and bolts approached. The bricks still crumbled from the first and all of the people had not been saved. I wept into my aging hands.
It was reported to me by telephone that the shell fired from the monolithic cannon had sailed north of its intended target and had probably landed harmlessly in a great lake. Samuel had not returned. From the bottoms of our hearts we wept as about Guernica as the blades and bolts again began to land.
