0 comments/ 8536 views/ 5 favorites Starrider: The Birth of L5 By: DarkLordPriapus A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a young, teenage human girl who was given certain DNA inclusions into her basic cellular makeup that allowed her to hear from the unseen world. She was an illiterate peasant girl from the country side of a nation now known as France, on a planet named Earth. Embroiled in many wars for far too long, the nation had run out of options and was at a loss as to how to keep their borders safe from the encroachment of neighboring nations and also the turn coats within the country itself. The girl, whose name is Jehanne, took it upon herself to approach the ruling class of the day with her orders from the unseen world to take charge of the armies of the nation and lead them to victory. Taken as a "crack pot" by some and a divinely lead "angel" by others, the rulers threw up their hands in resignation and gave the young girl her shot at leading the charge against the enemy. This she did with full confidence, despite having no training or experience in war maneuvers at all. And, to everyone's amazement, she garnered amazing success. Her feats were not unnoticed by the religious leaders of her day, who took umbrage at the idea that this itinerate peasant girl could have contact and also success without encumbering herself with the leadership of the church. Falling into the hands of the enemy, she was tried for making claims that the church believed were only to be made by the church itself, as far as being in contact with spiritual beings is considered. This ultimately lead to the ruling leaders condemning the young girl to be burned at the stake for her supposed crimes. Love took great distress at these events, despite the obvious road that such directives would have taken any person, be they male or female, young or old. I, Praetor-Sunil, a Starrider by birth, many Earth years before those events aforementioned, was called to the despicable planet to give service in the name of Love. Being of corporeal reality, and configured for life among the stars, myself and my kind were given the great gift of refusing the effects of physical laws of the universe. My mission: To spare the girl such a tragic end as had been assigned to her and create a false death for the Earth people to believe in. Only this - and nothing more. Jehanne was indeed given follicle decortication, and tied to a stake for her execution. Once almost engulfed in flame, I myself, stepped forward into the torrent and retrieved the girl from her frightening fate. Using the selected bending of light, I and Jehanne were unseen by those who witnessed the grisly event as we made our away. Ashes were left in place as proof of her demise, which were senselessly burned once again just for the good measure of the religious autocracy. Since that day, Jehanne has lived among the Starriders and has made her home on a planet of Starrider creation called Talon-Betwee. Love created a special animal for her company called a Legit-Roos, which she affectionately refers to as a "space cat", in human terms. She remains there, in the company of Starriders, at her tender age of nineteen, even in this day. But her family continued on... ******* Northern lights flashed by and then they were gone. And as old stars where dying, the new ones were born. I held Jacell-Aroo tightly to my body as we spun and swirled while rocketing headlong at unknown speeds through the vast, star splattered vacuum. She was, as you may guess, my deepest and most loving obsession. Though far and near we were surrounded by the wondrous visual tapestry of lights and streaming cosmotic glory, Jacell-Aroo filled my senses with all that the glorious universe could provide - all of this, and so much more. At our current rate of movement, the lights surrounding us shot out in visual daggers that slashed through the blackened backdrop of the universe. There were purple gas clouds to our left as we made our way across endless light years of open space which was filled with any number of fiery comets, both large and small, that streaked across the multi-colored quinta essentia astroplane of aerospace at various angles to our own trajectory. We beheld the marvels in the darkness. I looked down into her large, black eyes and for a moment noticed the reflection of the rainbow colored star cloud incubators we passed as we made our way through the Renatic-pathrow system. However, none of the billion light year long and wide symphony of clouds and stars could compare to the stark beauty of my love's eyes. Those eyes which looked back at me with deep care and satisfaction - this, and so much more. I reached down with my lips and pressed them against her warm, soft mouth. Her body rose to meet mine, her breasts pressing ever so intently into my own chest. We spun like wildly meandering comets in our head long trajectory in response to the rushing of our internal nervous systems. In my own throat I could feel the pulse and throb of my own heart beat. In my loins I could feel the deep need to thrust and parry with her clutching, groping muscular vaginal walls. They pulled at me, almost needfully, as if to suggest that I might not jettison within the awaiting womb, every drop of my own Starrider seed which I carried with much love and giving in hopes of communion with my Jacell-Aroo. My one and only. My forever. Such perfidy! I thought within myself. But only in a slight moment of self-jest. For I knew such movements were merely the automatic functions of our physical reality which existed solely for the purpose of transiting our spiritual communion. Only this - and nothing more. She withdrew her lips from mine momentarily and spoke, "Look, my love. My Praetor-Sunil. Look at the incubators! The universe gives birth!" I turned my head to look upon the gargantuan green and purpling clouds which drew up from an angle deeply below us and arched their caracole heads toward us from distances which were so far away, measurement was a matter of faultless redundancy. Brightly sparkling stars spat and jumped from somewhere deep within their mother's pseudo-consolidated bodies. Their actions seemed to suggest a joy and glee at being released from the womb of their darkened mother as they ejected into the vast amplitude of their new home. "At this distance," I told her. "It is difficult to imagine that they are indeed wholly formed suns. Suns which will, in time, contain their own orbiting gas worlds which will spiral around them in a gravitational promenade." She chuckled at me. "You are such the charmer, my love. My life." I nodded. "I am cognizant. I know it is you, yourself who wish to join the incubators in their parturition. I, myself, have such designs of progenitor-ship. For you my love, my life, I will make a special appeal to Love." I told her and then followed up with a slight thrust of my hips and a peck on those delicious lips. She angled her head slightly below my own as I held her in my arms, a wist-full and slightly disappointed expression upon her lovely bleach-white hued face. She whispered in my ear, almost sorrowfully. "Love knows." I paused for a moment as my own view now looked out beyond her lovely flowing alabaster hair, which barely moved from its wild, wiry position as we streaked across the galaxy while holding each other tightly in each other's arms. I regarded the berthing stars and said in my own whisper, though for us whispering mattered little, "I know. Love knows. We all know." With that, I thrust harder and longer into the vibrating sex of my lovely Jacell-Aroo. I kissed her hard and long. It was so much my desire to be wholly internalized and consumed by her love, her life, her inner heart which had been especially prepared for me, and me alone. And I, I for her. This was so ever since the beginnings of the grand galaxy within which we escalated with no real destination or fear. Save perhaps, as fear, separation. Save perhaps, as destination, one of the multi-colored garden like planets which Starriders were known for creating and then consummating their love upon. Knowing this - and so much more. She perceived my inner thoughts, as she was designed to do, and smiled to me. Her blessed breath a warm balm to my heart. "Yes! Let us traverse to Gandalt-foret! Let us make love among the peritt marsh!" "Feeling especially sensual, my love, my life?" I queried. I asked as such for I knew of the sensual and erotic effects of the peritt marsh, and their enzymatic influence upon Starrider flesh. They were not required, of course, but were a cocktail of additional stimulants which could be enjoyed as they enhanced the physical side of our love making empiricism. "To Gandalt-foret we go!" I said joyfully, knowing it would bring an end to her temporary ennui. With that we held each other tighter in our coital bond and careened across the sparkling void toward our gluttonous sexual rendezvous. Only this - and nothing more. ******* Roughly we rode the tide of atmospheric turbulence as we hurtled past the ice crystal canopy which encased the planet. Gandalt-foret's upper atmosphere was, as is most all life bearing planets in the universe, a thick sheet of ice formed crystals hung high above the land in what could be deemed as the thinnest layer of major effluvium required for life sustaining, or as I should more specifically state, land based flora and fauna. The ride was indeed jarring and yet most fortuitous in its assistance of my continued lovemaking with Jacell-Aroo. Her eyes were wide with inner realization and she hummed and gasped at the throbbing and grinding that the turbulence added to my own vigorous coition. Below us, out of the site of my love, whose gaze was skyward, the massive land forms of the planet's crust rushed toward us like giant emerald jigsaw pieces. "OOOhhh...OOhhh... my love!!" She moaned as she vibrated wildly within my grasp. Her eyes were literally rolling to and fro within her head. I began to chuckle. "Hehehe... my love, we are not alone in the on rushing marsh!" I spoke as such due to the increasing encroachment of familiar consciousness which, although hardly ever out of total reach for either of us, sliced into our own realization as we drew nearer the peritt marsh. "It is Ladro-Carent and Foril-Lunite, his love, who inhabit the marsh ahead of us." I told her amongst much bouncing and jarring of our entwined bodies. "Yes...yes..." She said while gasping. "It will be good to join them once more!" As we began our final descent, I slowed our approach with the weakened and gelatinized Jacell-Aroo tightly held within my grasp. There below us, in the millions of spade petals of the marsh vines, knee deep in the milky deliquescent juices of marsh mare nostrum, were the sexually drunken forms of my brother and sister Starriders: Ladro-Carent and Foril-Lunite. They had been actively enjoying their brutal coitus, aggrandized by the chemical influences of the marsh, for nearly fourteen cycles of the moon. To state that they were both stupid with sexual union, would be an illicit witness. "AV-AH! My brother! AV-AH! My sister!" I called out to them as we swooped gently to a landing beside them. The waters of the marsh gently waved in ripples at the arrival of our added density. "AV-AH!" Called back Ladro-Carent. He weaved and chuckled uncontrollably as he attempted to receive us. His love, below him, her body mostly buried in the marsh milk, also gave us greeting. I placed a hand on his shoulder while setting Jacell-Aroo on her feet beside me, and I said to him, "Do not try to rise, my friend, your love will be most cross at your sudden withdrawal." "Hehe...hahaha... no, no..." He chuckled and wavered while trying to stand. "We have been at... heheheh... we... hehehe..." "Yes, I am aware..." I told him with a large, understanding smile. "I perceive the state of gluttonous sexual sybaritism of both you, yourself and your loving mate. Do not try to make pleasantries toward us whilst inebriated as such. You will only confuse your inner equilibrium." Staggering on his knees, he waved me forward. "Join us! Hehehehe...Join us both you, yourself and Jacell-Aroo, for it has been... heheheheh... wooooo... far too many moon cycles since we enjoined our carnal and spiritual selves with you both, hehehehehe...our brother, our sister." I smiled and laughed a bit at his engorged state of love and sexual expression, and the euphoric state of his love, Foril, who merely lay in the milky effluence of the marsh, dazed and spent and half insensate from their marathon of intimacy. I said, "Of course! Of course we shall join you, as would Love have it! We will indeed have love... and be love... and make love... though there be fourteen cycles of the moon between us." With that I reached out for Jacell-Aroo's hand and guided her to kneel beside me, beside Ladro and above Foril, who lay in the marsh. He placed a hand on my shoulder as though to give me pause for a moment and said with an expression of thoughtful searching upon his elongated, bleach-white face . "But... there is something... hehehehe... yes... yes... but what????" He pondered. "I have something to ...uh, tell you, Praetor... uuhhhh... hehehehehe..." Kneeling in the marsh now myself, feeling my naked skin absorbing the chemical effects of the marsh, I asked, "What is it, my brother? What slows your pace?" I held Jacell close to me around her slim waist as she began to nibble gently at the corners of my ear. She held me as well, wrapping her elongated arms around my upper torso, her slim fingers caressing my glabrescent epidermis. He shook his head as though to clear it. "I cannot think! I am insane with my love's love! But I have something to tell you... I cannot bring it forward." "My brother, I perceive that your physical body has alleviated you of your senses. Let us gorge ourselves upon Love's feast! For, protected and held by Love's own hand, what have any Starriders to be earnestly concerned with? We shall speak upon the morn." I offered with good cheer. He nodded his approval and lay prostrate once more within his love's awaiting arms. I pulled Jacell to me and we rolled downward and lay next to our companions, holding each other in blissful communique as we sank within the marsh mare. The spade leaves of the marsh vines entangled both hand and foot, leg and arm, and often held one fast in their spaghetti vinery which ran in a confusion of interlaced and inter-twisted vines that hid beneath the milky marsh. Jacell, herself being more fully submerged, would receive greater effects from the chemical bath than I, myself would. Such was the way of Starrider love within such a marsh. It had been designed as such as per the directives of Love itself. I felt no jealousy toward the greater enhancement of Jacell and Foril's ability to receive greater depth of experience in the marsh than their male counterparts, namely myself and of course, Ladro-Carent. I was indeed, overjoyed to bring such pleasure to my love, and this was, in itself, my own special gift which I and I alone could give her. Only this - and so much more. Absorbing the deleterious effects of the marsh through our skin, Jacell and I began to feel the woozy effect of the marsh upon our own intellectual controls. They released the carnal beast within our needy bodies with an amplified coursing that would take time and effort to create and then maintain on our own, a process which neither of us was particularly patient enough to wait upon. My elongated member stiffened and impaled her sex, she arched her back and moaned as I re-introduced my native manhood to its intended home. Her arms encircled me and pulled me closer. I brought up my knees beneath her back and locked her pelvic position into my own. Balls deep, I began to hammer my love with repeated strokes which grew more and more bestial as we headed toward sexual nirvana. The marsh sloshed around us, covering our bodies in milky white fluids. It bounced and splashed as we bucked and rocked together as our brethren, in the marsh beside us, did the same and together we created a great conflagration of agitation that rippled far and wide throughout the waters. We moaned and gritted our teeth, when we chose to employ them. We bucked and slammed into each other's bodies and seemed to keep a pace that suggested we were all in some hurry to get to some unintended destination without so much as moving from our current positions. I loved Jacell with all my heart. And she returned in kind. We kissed and held each other tightly as we sought to meld our physical bodies into one glorious carnal seal. The consciousness of our fellow Starriders spilled over into our own and visa-versa, and pushed us to even greater sexual heights. With this added inclusion, we rutted even faster and harder, our females crying out in sexual ecstasy into the dewy atmosphere. Our ravenous sexual lovemaking was sonorous across the marsh plain. "OOOooohhhhhHHHHHooooooHHHHHHHooooooHHHhhhooooOOOOOOhhhhhhh..." They cried and moaned. Ladro and I gritted our teeth and growled our approval. "GGGgrrrrrrruuuunnnnnnnnnnGGGG!" The marsh tsunami-ed back and forth with kinetic waves which rose higher and higher with our efforts. It seemed we would empty the marsh into the nearby plains with our powerful consummation. Only this - and nothing more. ******* My penis was now painfully raw, but pleasurably so, from our marathon love making in the marsh, beyond the cycle of three more moons. I sat waist deep in the milky way of marsh, feeling the cooling effects, and quite deliciously pleasurable effects they were, upon my manhood. My head was spinning, my mind fogged from druggery, but there was no danger for Starriders in the wanton sexual release we so much enjoyed. The marsh effects would wear away, our bodies satisfied with each and every application and in no dire need for increase or repetition. Such was the ability of Starriders like myself, and of course, every life form in the vast universe of Love - save one. Ladro, face down in the marsh next to me, having passed out from his engorgement a moon or so ago, raised his head from beneath the waters. "AV-AH, brother." He said wearily. His love Foril, raised her knees on both sides of his sleepy head and took his face in her hands and kissed him. "Rise up." She told him. "I sense the time has come." Lifting himself up with his elongated arms he agreed. "Oh, yes. Of course. I do seem to remember my intent upon Praetor's arrival." Before he could say much, we all sensed the presence of another in the marsh mere seconds before the rippling of small milky waves and meandering vines announced her arrival. There standing above us all, knee deep in the marsh waters, was the smiling human we all knew as Jehanne. When she saw us, she seemed a bit sheepish about her presence, no doubt as she had been somewhere out of visual sight of us as we rocked and pitched in sexual union. "Yes! Yes!" Ladro insisted. "Jehanne is here! She is looking for you!" I looked up in surprise as she approached. Humans were locked off to the consciousness of the universe. They are alone in this. Had it been any one of the other myriad life forms which inhabit Love's home, I would have long known of her place here. She was, I suppose in human terms, quite the lovely thing now. It had been a very long time in Earth years since I had left her on the planet Talon-Betwee. Time means little to us as Starriders, and as Jehanne no longer ages, it too is a loss to her as a means of measuring entropy. The stars are her home when she can avail a Starrider to transport her from planet to planet as per her need. And protected by Starrider gifts of nullifying physical laws, she needs no protection or for that matter any clothing as she once wore in her human Earth life. Starrider: The Birth of L5 With long, flowing black hair that poured from her crown and waved in the slight breeze as she moved toward us. A large, white toothed smile was stretched across her lovely face. She offered her hand to me as she approached. "AV-AH!, Praetor!" She joyfully greeted. We all rose as she approached, wobbly upon our long legs and having the wash of the marsh rush down our bodies. "AV-AH!, Jehanne! It is good to see you!" I said embracing her in a hug. Jacell, Foril and Ladro as well embraced the young human female in gleeful welcome. We surrounded her with warmth and excitement at seeing her once again. Jehanne was small compared to us, and we towered above her at around 2.7432 meters or so as she stood at about 1.6764 meters tall. We hugged as a group, none-the-less, and she gave us all an affectionate kiss. "We have not had time to discuss your being here." Ladro apologized. "Had I known Praetor would head our way so quickly, I would have indeed not begun our connubials with such abandon in the marsh." I added. "Had his brain not been so fogged over with love and sex, I would have perceived your arrival here, young one." "No problem." She answered us all. "I was willing to wait for you to slate your thirst." "Why are you here, Jehanne?" I asked taking her hands in mine. "Love has sent me." I raised an eyebrow of surprise and queried. "Indeed?" "Yes, my space cat. My space cat has taken off, I am afraid." She said shaking her head in mild disbelief. "Oh? And where could the creature have gone?" She pursed her lips and said with regret. "Earth." We all groaned in disbelief. "OOOoohhhhhh!!" "Yes, I know. I know! I don't know how he got away from me. But that is where he has gone." Jacell, quickly surmising the coming events interjected. "Jehanne! You do not mean to tell us that Love would have Praetor return to that feted sewer to retrieve that small beast?" "Aggghhh!" I groaned. "You have ruined my euphoric mood with the worst possible news, little one." "I am so sorry, Praetor. Please contact Love yourself and see if I am mistaken." "No, no. You are not. I sense it already making headway into my foggery. It is the truth." I said shaking my head with disappointment. Ladro included. "The beast does not belong on the Earth. It will include anomalies that could prove harmful and out of sync with current directives." I nodded. "Yes. Yes, I can perceive that happening. This is not a spiritual matter yet, and it would be best if it did not take on spiritual consequences as has been the case in the past when that which did not belong on the Earth made its own intrusion into the balance. That was quite the disaster." Jacell hugged me closely. "I do not wish for you to leave." "My love, what has a fort night to do with the span of Starrider life?" I asked her while stroking her back. "Stay with Ladro and Fornil, here in the marsh, and I shall return momentarily." "I am so sorry, Jacell!" Jehanne told her with sad expression. "It is not your fault, little one." Jacell told her and then she released me and turned to pace off into the marsh with her head hung low. I turned and looked down into Jehanne's eyes and she looked back up at me whilst biting her lip. "We never enjoy separation." I told her. "My space cat has gone to the home of one of my family's descendants. I think he felt drawn there for some reason." "Well!" I replied. "That is quite unexpected." Ladro mused. "OOhhhhh... perhaps, there is a greater reason behind this then... something none of us can perceive as of yet." I agreed. "You may have something there brother. It is perhaps not merely a rescue mission after all. If the space cat has sought out a descendant of Jehanne's family, and has not acted in some random spurt of animal mischief, then perhaps there is more here than is at first evident." I reminded her. "I despise Earth, you know this." She nodded. "I know. Love knows. We all know." "I will retrieve the space cat. I will discover the mission it has sent itself upon. I will return to all of you. I love you all, never forget that." We will not! They all answered. I turned and walked a few paces over to my Jacell-Aroo, who stood forlornly in the marsh looking away from us and out over the horizon at the setting sun, the rising moon. I walked up behind her and held her to my breast. She leaned into me without a word. "I will return. You know I love you only." "Humans are destructive..." She whispered, though whispering was pointless to us. "I am for you." "I am for you" She replied. I turned and regarded Jehanne and my Starrider brethren in a moment of silence. They nodded their agreement and understanding. With that I rose quickly into the sky, breaking through the ice canopy and out into the vacuum of space. I was alone. I felt Jacell's sadness. My distance began to thin the connection between us as I headed out into space at un-measurable speeds. I wished to be with her, but away from her sadness. As I headed towards Earth, the distance provided a welcomed respite from one and a barrier to the other. I was, of course, always the servant of Love. Without question. I was unhappy at the need for my separation from Jacell, my love. My life. I was, however, the Starrider ambassador for Earth. This would have to end quickly. ******* Before me lay the landscape of the un-fettled city in which the space cat now found itself. I stood upon one of the myriad edifices known as "sky scrapers", high above the darkened city now cloaked in the night, and choked by the industrial waste product of so called modern progress. There was steel, glass and cement everywhere. Artificial lighting pop-marked the facades of the towering buildings with haphazard beacons of small illuminations. Bizarre carriages known as automobiles wound their way up and down the trash strewn boulevards. The stench of human filth rose up to make incursion into my sinuses. There was a time, long ago for humans, yesterday for myself, when men lived among the land and its nature. This was no perfect combination by any means, to say the least, but regardless, men were closer to the Earth and to one another. As though only a day or so ago, I, myself did remember a time when Earth bore perhaps only 200 million of its human inhabitants. Now, its surface is engorged with around 6 billion, perhaps more. Yet how far away from each other, how distant their hearts, even now as they find little space to make their way about without rubbing shoulders with one another. Without being awash in a sea of strangers. I scanned the towering buildings with my own consciousness, seeking out the small animal which would jump to me as a hot poker in the blackest of backdrops. The cavalcade of minds I passed over, both near and far, were each locked away, sealed within their own mental prisons and unreachable even by my own abilities. I marveled in disgust at this deplorable condition of life. To be so locked away. To be so cursed with the life of clawing about in the darkness of a society like a blind man who is also deaf. To have to ask: "Was it good for you?" There, on the sixteenth floor of a high rise living quarter, within a small room, was the space cat. I quickly swooped down into the gap between the towers surrounding me and arrived at the glass covered entrance, or window, as it were, which provided what little protection from the portentous exterior as it was able. Being up and away from the street level, I surmised that few would bother with placing a lock upon a window that was hardly tress-passable. And I was correct. The ceiling was only about 8.5 feet high and I had to crouch a bit to stand up right in the darkened apartment. Its occupier was a bit of a slovenly housekeeper and there were used dishes, newspapers, and other opened containers with bits of food and such which were strewn about the living place. There on the small foot rest, a fore the reclining chair, was the Legit-Roos. Its legs pulled up beneath its body and its head resting in slumber upon the cushion. It was easy to see how Jehanne could make a reference to this animal as a space cat, for it had much the same configuration: head, large ears and eyes, torso, four legs and long, sleek fur which covered its entire body, as an Earth feline would possess. Though whisker-less and tooth-less, as there was little need for predator and flight abilities for one born extra-terrestrial, the animal could easily be mistaken for some sort of mutant feline, or perhaps a birth-accident. For a more kind-hearted than usual human, this would have been one of the more proud moments of "animal rescue" that they would have been heartily involved in. It sensed my presence and looked upward to me from its lying position. I saw a bit of a twinkle of recognition in its immense green eyes. "You there." I began. "What have you done to arrive here on this inflamed boil on the buttocks of the universe?" I walked over and reached down with my elongated and three fingered hand and stroked the mischievous animal's head. It almost smiled at me, and stretched out a paw as though to say "hello". "You must return with me now." I told him. "You no more belong on the Earth than I, myself do." I crouched on my haunches and looked about the darkened apartment, whose occupier must be away at the moment, which was a good thing, I surmised. However, though I could have easily made my away with the small creature, I was given pause as to investigate what effects the animal may have entreated already, even in its brief visit upon the foreign world. I looked about me for clues, perhaps touches of DNA I might perceive that would lead me to find the absent resident. I could, perhaps, make a brief scan of the physical nature of the person and decree as to the extent of the effects of the alien animal upon its human host. I saw several objects off in a corner which I suppositioned to be musical instruments, indeed, guitars. One was electrically capable and the other two, acoustic. "Hmm." I mused. "A musician." I rose and turned about the room as I was able, small and cramped with a bed and a dining table, and a small area for meal preparations, the recliner and the ottoman, and also some electronics. I understood these to be a television and a stereo unit. There was a book case filled with some literature and other electronically recorded disks in covered cases. I decided to peruse the books and covers for more clues as to the human I would inspect. The books were eclectic, titles ranged from: Fifty Shades of Grey to The King James Bible, The Prophet to Harry Potter, Nephillhelm: Rise of the Giants to Sun Tzu's Art of War. An interesting mix which held a common thread that ran beneath them all. There were also movies which concerned themselves with an all too familiar subject matter. Their titles ranged from the likes of Star Trek and Star Wars, to Alien Abduction and Space 1999. I pursed my lips at these and nodded my head knowingly. There were good and bad points to be made as to the presence of these humanistic views of life in space. Little did the general Earth public know of their outrageously inaccurate view points, and for that matter the future of mankind, or even its true place in the whole of Love's home - the reality of the universe. Only a few humans in high places knew of the failure of the space program. The first astronauts were met upon Earth's moon with a contingency of the universe's life forms, both shipped and un-shipped, and warned off of the moon. In fact, they were told that mankind was not allowed to transverse from its own world. Not in the current cursed state in which it existed. Not until Love had seen to bring an end to its wretched existence in its current form. Earth and its inhabitants were an anomaly in all the universe, and I, myself sometimes wondered why Love chose to allow its continued existence. However, thus was indeed Love's decision, and it was not my place to question such things. I investigated the refrigeration unit, which was filled with the force of life contained in natural fruits and vegetables. There were no proteins readily available in the form of beef, poultry or fish. There were also plenty of small bottles of purified water. And, to my amusement, a small hooka bottle. The contents of the bottle at one time was easy enough to decipher as cannibus. On the wall of her small kitchenette area was a poster in garish hot pink, vibrant blue and deep purple colors which admonished the viewer to "make love, not war". On the far wall of the apartment there was a large sheet of paper that had been stretched across the wall and tacked down on all four corners. Further inspection revealed a chart which had been written in by hand with the use of common lead pencil. It was a genealogy chart, and had many erasures and scribbles across its face, but the period it covered was from the current day until the Earth year of nine hundred and five. At the top of the chart, the current year, and the name of the current living relative: Connie Robin Wilcoxin. I surmised that this must indeed be the female human I was looking for. I traced the branches of the chart downward in years, going back to 1410, an Earth year I was most familiar with. There, in a branch of the tree was the name Pierre, and the sister of Pierre, Jehanne, or as she is known in this part of the Earth: Joan of Arc. "Fascinating!" I told myself. I then mused, She knows! This would save much time in explanations for the events that may have to take place if indeed my scans proved there were Titipian-cron anomalies within her blood stream due to exposure to the space cat. In a small closet, there was a collection of WEAPONS! I had hardly expected this, however, intrigued, I investigated further. There were several oriental style blades and swords, small throwing stars, and a long stick as is used in battle training in the Far East. There was also two or three jacket, pants and belt outfits that seemed familiar in the practice of martial arts such as Karate or Kenpo and the like. There was also another outfit, which seemed strangely out of place but was indeed included in the closet contents. This was a torso body suit of black with a field of stars, like those out in space. There were boots and shoulder length gloves that purported the same design. I marveled at what sort of costume this could indeed be. These were the articles of war, not peace and love. What, indeed, was going on in the mind of this human? I shifted my gaze to a small aft room where I sensed there would be smatterings of DNA with which I could record a personal pattern to track down the human female. There, in the receptacle of what must be a waste disposal unit, were strands of hair, newly deposited, still moist and entangled within the drain. These would serve me well. "Stay where you are." I told the space cat. "I shall return anew." With that I made my way out into the cloistering atmosphere of the city once more. My sense reaching for the DNA pattern I had recorded. It was not long before I discovered my quarry. Bending light once again to suppress my form from human ocular discovery, I made my way to a small "village type" area not six streets from the home I had just visited. There, among shops and eateries which had been closed for the night, was a small shop which served heated drinks and sweetened rolls of bread. In the center of a crowd of humans, all attending and seated at various tables, was the object of my search. A sign on the wall read in the Earth language of English: Girls with Guitars night. Tonight, Connie Robin Wilcoxin on stage. Invisible, and standing among the humans, I regarded the object of my search, the guitar playing female human who was, as evidence would supply, Connie Robin Wilcoxin. Auburn haired, with a wool knitted cap pulled over the back of her head, and a frumpy shawl across her shoulders, she sat on a stool on the stage holding a guitar in her hands and playing an acoustic set of music. She wore an awful, floor length, tie-dye style dress and had sandals upon her feet. Her toe nails were painted in various colors from toe to toe. With lovely green eyes, much like the space cat itself, and bow shaped lips, her voice was also a treasure to listen to as it made its way languidly across the candle lit coffee shop. Her guitar playing was melodic and most apropos. I was, however, taken aback by the words I heard in her song, and postponed my scan of her physical nature for the current moment in time. With an incredible emotive and sonorous voice she intoned: Yesterday we used to sail through heaven's pearly gates Then we touched down on the stars, thalo worlds that we had made Be fret of fear and trembling, we knew no death of life With equal parts gave up our hearts to an unseen world of light Spirit Wings that we once loved Strong as a stone, soft as a dove Spirit Wings that buoyed me and you Long ago, before this place No hunger, fear, shame or disgrace Above the flames on Spirit Wings we flew Our universal truth Yesterday I saw a man I thought that I once knew To me reached out with his bare hand, his soul was badly bruised This is not all that we have, we'll fly again real soon A spark within was kindled when, he recognized me too And he said to me: Spirit Wings to rise above is all I ask to receive of Spirit Wings to leave this life with you Long ago, before this place, a single thought was all it takes To fill this void, our hearts in deep commune On Spirit Wings we flew... Needless to say, I stood frozen, my mouth agape at what I had heard. The possibilities for her particular personality were indeed many, but few could compare to the blatantly obvious description of "hippie chick". Regardless, and perhaps fortuitously, she was well versed in the subject matter at hand, i.e, spiritual matters, life and death and their meanings, higher forms of consciousness, and the like. This would be most helpful. Naturally, as would be the case, some of her information was misplaced and some was surprisingly accurate, but these things were wholly dependent upon the random imaginings and figurings of her now limited human mind, and therefore of little wonder to myself. Even a broken clock is correct twice a day. She sang several more songs for the audience, mostly of love, and one long and sad piece whose subject was of LOST love. She was quite good, very emotive and an excellent, heartfelt songwriter. Even my own emotions were touched by her velvety tones. Her ancestor would be most proud of the direction her family had taken. As she finished her musical reverie for the evening, I took the time to scan her physical condition. I frowned at the results. She had indeed been compromised. I would have to take measures to restore her natural state of physical being. This was very disappointing to me. I would have to plan my stratagem as to how to approach the young human female in the directive of introducing myself and then explaining what needed to occur and also, why those things needed to occur. She would no doubt head home after her set, as the hour was late already as it was. I would have to present myself in a manner and time when she would NOT feel trapped and threatened by my sudden appearance. I pondered just how I was to explain my appearance and subsequent alternate life form reality which to her mind, as was most of the Earth's, either a thing of unproven facts or straight out fiction. She soon finished her show and then thanked the audience for their attention and applause. I got the impression from her gratefulness that perhaps at sometime in the past she had performed before a more hostile or perhaps less attentive audience. I waited patiently as she chatted with audience members, her fellow band mates, who had played slight instruments of bass and a rhythm box, and then finished the night with a shared joint. Starrider: The Birth of L5 Leaving the coffee house at almost midnight, she was attended by her two band mates for a few blocks before they all parted ways and headed home for the night. In the third block, I noticed a deep and shallow alleyway with a street light just outside of it on the street. I did not want to present myself to her inside of her apartment, for that might cause an undue scene as she felt trapped by what would no doubt appear to her as some sort of visitation from another world, and perhaps not a friendly one. I watched from the roof tops as she made her way home, carrying her guitar case beside her, her long frock gently billowing with each step she took. There was a tent like structure set up upon one of the adjoining roofs, which seemed abandoned, and I re-configured its atomic structure to create some sort of outfit that would cover my loins and my chest in a way that would mimic her own Earth need for clothing. No need to add to the bizarre event about to take place, with my elongated male organ hanging in open view, to the human female. I went ahead of her general direction and landed in the alleyway. I awaited patiently for her footsteps to approach. When they did, I introduced myself with a soft and gentle voice. "Good evening." I softly spoke as she crossed in front of the alleyway I was hidden within. "I would like to speak with you a moment, Miss Connie Robin Wilcoxin." She froze in place and turned quickly to look into the alley. For a long moment she waited for her eyes to focus from the street light to the darkened alley. Her mouth fell slightly open in amazement as her eyes widened. Her expression was not quite what I had anticipated as she seemed to have a tone of recognition in her voice. "Who...who are you?" She said with a surprising creeping interest. She then slowly moved into the alley to get a better look, being careful not to over commit her vulnerable position. I stood a good four feet taller than she did, and I am also quite sure I seemed ghostly in the dimly lit darkness with my bleach white skin and solid black eyes. I replied, "I assure you, I am not here to do you any harm Miss Wilcoxin." Holding onto the nearby brick wall she looked up at me with amazement, slowly moving closer and closer to get a better look at me as I stood in the darkness. "You..." She said while struggling to peer into the darkness. "You're Praetor-Sunil, aren't you??? I know that voice!!" I was stunned by her surprising revelation. At a loss for words, I took a step backward, my small slit of a mouth hanging open in shock. I said, "How in the world could you know my name, miss?" She gave me an almost evil grin and replied, "I've heard you. I've heard you all. Earlier today you were making wild, passionate love with your sweetheart in some watery sounding marsh. I heard it all. It woke me from a nap. A nap I usually take before I do a show in the evening. I... I thought I had been just having a nice dream... but no, I still heard you. Even when I was awake. I heard you all." "Indeed?" I whispered in amazement. "How do YOU explain such a thing, dear girl?" "I don't." She said shaking her head softly. "I just know I have some connection. I have some way of perceiving you and the other Starriders." "Well..." I replied, clearing my throat. "This will save some time on explanation. I am certain." She stared at me in wild eyed amazement. "I can't believe I am getting an alien visitation. Why me? I should let you know, I am not too keen on being probed and abducted." I placed my hands across my chest in an attempt to assure her of my best intentions and my wish for trust between us and I told her, "I assure you, young Connie, I am no 'alien grey', fallen angel or demon who has come to make a feast of your young charms." "Then, what are you?" She asked with heightening interest. "Shall we perhaps make our way back to your living quarters? There is much we can discuss, and you may be more comfortable among the familiar surroundings than in this foreign, dark alley." "You know where I live?" "I have been there, just this evening. I was also at your guitar show. You could not see me at the time. No one could." She seemed a bit reticent at my suggestion and began to look at me sideways. "I... I don't know about that..." She quietly intoned. I nodded. "Indeed. A show of trust then? Will you allow me to earn your trust so that we may proceed?" "What do you suggest?" "Spirit Wings... to fly above. Allow me to carry you above the city to the abode six blocks away and deposit you there." She blushed. "You WERE at my show!" And then she flashed me an appreciative smile. "If you can fly, then you could just abduct me without my permission..." I nodded. "Yes, and if it was my intention to harm you... I could have done so by now... in complete secrecy." "True... true..." she said nodding. I held out my hands to her in an attempt to have her join her hands to my own and we would lift off from the filthy alley way floor. She slowly stepped toward me, resigned caution was etched on her facial features and I gently wrapped my arms around her and held her to my side. "Are you ready?" I asked. "No." She said with a bit of fear in her voice. She did not, however, attempt to pull away. Instead she held me around the waist and looked up at me with unsure eyes. "You're cold." "I live in space." I told her and I then quietly lifted off with a gentle gliding motion upward and out of the alley. "AAAggghh!" She screamed as the sudden gap between her feet and the retreating ground below became larger with our trajectory. "What if someone sees us?" She said, panicked. "No need to worry, I have caused us to be invisible with the selective bending of light. No human eye can perceive us. I could feel her heart racing as she pressed her body next to my own and she closed her eyes and pushed her face into my side. "Oh God! Oh God!" She stammered repeatedly as we glided over the rooftops. I could only surmise that this was a usual autonomic nervous system response to the sudden height we maintained above the ground without any real visible means of support or safety net, and I resolved to make the trip as quickly as possible in order to insure that my guest did not relieve herself of any body fluids on our short excursion. Before she could realize it, we were into the opened sliding window on her 16th floor apartment and I settled her down in the center of her living room space. She breathed heavily and looked around her with gratitude at being in a familiar, safe place once again. She held her head in both of her hands and breathed heavily. "Oh WOW!" She said in amazement. I stood there with her, slightly bent over due to my height and the low ceiling and I entreated her to relax. "There, you see? Surely I have earned your trust at least somewhat now that you are safe and sound at home." She gave forth with a strange cackling type laugh and stammered, "This is the most amazing thing! I can't believe it!!" "Please, have a seat and try to calm down." I advised. She nodded and did so as she took a single, comfortable looking chair near what I knew to be a standing television set. I, myself, merely crouched down on my haunches. This caused our line of sight to be almost even, and much more copacetic. "As you know..." I began. I am a Starrider. Myself, and those like me, are another form of life in the universe, much like you and your human kind, are another form of life. You, however, are stranded here on this planet, while I, and my kind were designed to transverse the vast cosmos." She shook here head lightly. "Fantastic! I always knew there had to be more. More life out there." "Indeed." I replied. "It would be most unfitting for a creative being to discontinue creating. Would you not agree?" She leaned forward with interest and her pupils dilated. "Created?" "Oh, yes. Love is the creative force of the entire universe." She smiled with wonder. "Oh, I really like that! That's wonderful to hear!" "It is merely the truth. Now you had asked me to reveal my purpose here, and it is important that I do so." She sat up and seemed to clear her mind in order to give me her full attention. "Please, do." I pointed to the small animal sitting upon the nearby stool who had been watching us since we had entered the apartment. "This little animal has come to you without authorization. He does not belong to you, he belongs to a relative of yours." She hopped up and grabbed the space cat from his position and then sat back down with him on her lap. "Oh, but I have come to love this little guy. Look at him! He's such a freak when it comes to cats. Someone has to love him!" She said this while lovingly stroking the animal's back and scratching his head. Needless to point out, the space cat thoroughly enjoyed the attention. "He must return to his owner. You must be scanned for any anomalies that you may have acquired while he has been in your presence." "Who's his owner? And do you mean he may be making me sick somehow?" "Your ancestor, known to you as Joan of Arc, lives with the Starriders and the animal is hers. It was especially created just for her until the time comes when all this will be reconfigured from the current cursed state in which it exists. And, yes... you may need to be cleansed of extra terrestrial pathogens." She stared at me in unbelief. "You're pulling my chain! Joan of Arc? What are you talking about?" "It was I who expressed her away from her certain death many Earth years ago, at the order of Love itself. The world believes she was unjustly killed, but that was what I wanted them to believe. You have done the genealogy charts. You know that her family runs through your bloodline. This animal she calls a 'space cat'...is known to us as a Legit-Roos... it is the only one of its kind. It does not belong here, and you being a human have no protections from the laws which govern such things." "But... I love him." She said holding him tightly. "You can't take him from me... I don't even know ... Joan... she's just a branch on a family tree." I nodded. "Yes, well, this little animal sought you out... no doubt for some connection reason... and now I have been sent to retrieve him. I am sorry." With a sorrowful facial expression she said, "His name's Peace." "I am very sorry, I must take him." "Can't you... can't you tell me more about Love... more about space ... and what's out there?" She asked while cuddling the animal closely. "You are attempting to stall for time while asking about issues which are not for humans to know directly. This tactic will not result in a successful maneuver." She pursed her lips. "You're not supposed to take him until after you scan me for problems..." I sighed. "Yes... that is correct... so please place him upon the ground so I may get a reading on your biology." "You don't have any reader with you. You have to go get your gadget ... don't you?" I sat back on my haunches with comfort and said, "Actually, no. Nothing is done with mechanical or manufactured instruments in any other realm other than here on the Earth." "Seriously?" "Oh, yes. The universe is completely whole in naturalism. I will do the scan myself because I simply will it to be so. I will do it with a combination of my mind and my heart. There will be no 'machinery', as it were. I flew us here with the power of my will. I bent the light in order to create invisibility, with my will. This is how things are done... everywhere." I then thought about that statement for a moment and corrected myself. "Actually... there are races of extraterrestrial life which choose to create machines here and there... but this is merely a secondary exercise for their own enjoyment and not a necessity for meeting the needs and wants of their people." "That's fantastic!" She said while flashing her big, green eyes at me. "I understand microwaves are retro engineered alien technology." "You are quite pleased with yourself, are you not, that you have bought time with this line of questioning, involving me in discussion while you no doubt formulate some type of plan for keeping the animal for yourself." She gushed. "Well... a girl's gotta try..." "Please, put the animal down and allow me to scan you while standing. I will not touch you during this process, there is no need." She gently tossed the cat to the ground and stood silently before me. She gave me a medium glare with a slightly turned upward lower lip. Her pouting would do her no good, but I withdrew from notifying her of such as it would no doubt result in further off topic discussion. Reaching out with my mind I scanned her female form with tools both mental and emotional. The process took about a minute of Earth time. It was not a negative read. I sighed heavily. "You have been infected with tal-oons, I am afraid." "What the hell is that?" She asked sarcastically. No doubt she was beyond her amazement with my presence there and had entered into an almost juvenile state of resistance and denial. Considering her young age, this was not all that surprising. "Genetic triggers." I explained. "It is possible to 'flip switches' within your genomes which turn off bad traits carried over from past generations and also, in the same vein, it is possible to turn them on as well. This cannot be allowed to continue. The Legit-Roos was never designed to be a part of this world's physical reality." "I'm no scientist, but it seems impossible to me to trigger genetic codes without some type of blood manipulation, and we have never done that." "You know cats well, do you not?" "I do. I've had many cats since I was a little girl." "Can you tell me how they make purring sounds?" She chuckled. "Purring sounds?" "Yes. Can you tell me?" She shrugged. "Well... it's something in their throats... they get happy and their throats relax...kinda like snoring... yeah just like that." "Actually, no." I told her flatly. "There is no apparatus in their throats for creating a purring sound. It exists nowhere within their bodies. It is simply something they do. Something they make happen. There is no scientific explanation for the sound they make which you know to be 'purring'." "Seriously?" "Seriously. The Legit-Roos simply has this effect on those not protected from the physical laws with which it produces. It keeps Jehanne, or Joan, as it were, young by inhibiting her aging properties. This is something it just DOES. Love wills it to be so." "So what do I have to do to get cleansed?" She said with annoyance in her voice. I thought a moment on the subject. "I will have to inquire directly of Love itself. I had not anticipated that you would be infected so quickly, and the need for such a conversation seemed, at the time, superfluous." She suddenly blinked hard and shook slightly. "Are you well?" I asked with concern. "You... you have to make love to me." She said with a far off look in her eye. I chortled. "Hah! I highly doubt that that is the remedy for this situation. Hehe. Such a thing is unheard of... a preposterous fabrication of your carnal, over stimulated mind. I can assure you of that." "Nooooo..." She said shaking her head with a slow, almost spooky manner. "My intuition is pretty good about this kind of thing... when I get hit like that... like I just did... with like a word from out of the blue... I always listen to it... always." "My dear... I assure you..." She then stepped forward with a strange, almost daydreaming look in her eyes. "Ask it yourself... ask Love if I'm not right... I know I am... you're supposed to make love to me like you did in the marsh... you ask Love... Love knows." I was taken aback by her dedicated position to her revelation. She was as sure of it as Joan of Arc had been of her own revelations. I knew the look in her eyes. I had to investigate further. "Very well." I said softly. "Though I believe humans to be a mass of conflicting impulses, I will inquire of Love on this personally... though I have severe doubts that this will be the route that will be taken for your cleansing. It truly makes no logical sense at this point." She raised her eyebrows at me and asked, "Are you omniscient as well, Mr. Starrider?" I shook my head. "No... no I am not..." She regarded me with a haughty and satisfied smile. She said, "You're not the only one who can hear from Love." "We ... shall see... we shall see..." ******* Far above an encroaching cloud bank I twirled and pivoted in an almost dreamlike fashion above a far reaching cloud bank of gently rolling white billows which glowed with slight iridescence from the half moon reflection of sunlight extending from the opposite side of the planet. There, in the quiet bliss of the high atmosphere, I awaited for the opening of the light. It was not long after I had outstretched my arms, and placed my ankles together that the small pinhole of blaring light broke through the fabric of what most would refer to as "reality". This was a familiar occurrence, though not a regular one to be exact, for Starriders, and I was always enthralled by how easily the fabric of reality could be unlocked. With long tendrils of pure light the sky was surgically split and I was bathed in the familiar bands of truth. In the beginning, it had been necessary for myself to speak directly to Love as though conversing with another who had not been connected in the same way as all Starriders are associated to each other, i.e. knowing each other's thoughts, feelings and ambitions. However, quickly I did learn the way to commune with Love itself in an internal communique which is hard to describe to others who do not know the experience themselves. As I have said to other life forms who do not share this immediacy: I cannot prove this relationship to you, although I have proven it to myself. You, yourself must be intrepid enough to risk the discovery of self error within you which prevents this possibility. And a very real possibility it is. Bathed in the warm light, high above the city and hidden by the clouds, I silently spoke with Love. All my questions, previously foreknown, where met and satisfied. I, myself, however was somewhat taken aback by the revelations that had come forth as intent and direction for my actions, and the future of the young Earth girl, were whispered to me from on high. When query rose up within my being, I was admonished to abide despite my seeming astonishment at related directives. With a slight nod and careful acceptance, I retreated from my sky high position as the brilliant rift sealed itself back into the recondite universal reality. I did gently glide downward, feet first in order to meet with the window sill of my original entrance into the girl's abode. For a moment I hovered there, quietly awaiting her arrival to allow me renewed access to her apartment. Within a span of time which did correlate to an Earth clock of ninety seconds, she arrived on the other side of the window. She looked out at me from the inside with a bit of surprise and disbelief which gave me a bit of a start. She then slid the window open and pushed her head out to greet me. "I can't believe it... you were real!" She stated with bated breath and and toothy smile. Her hair was soaked from a recent washing, no doubt in a shower, and she was now dressed in a terry cloth robe which had been pulled around her now soap scented body. "Of course I am real... " I replied. "Surely it will not take more demonstrations to convince you of my veracity." "No... no..." She replied while guiding me to return within her home, which I did with a smooth glide and soft landing upon her carpeted floor. "I thought that maybe I had come home and turned on the heater... maybe there was a hole in the metal wall..."