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Hope Cove and Sileth (Part 1)

Posted on Fri Apr 30th, 2010 @ 10:50pm by Lieutenant Kriss Maxx

Mission: Plotting New Courses. Season 1, Episode 7
Location: Devon coast -England

If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter, floating a few feet above a field somewhere, people would come from everywhere to marvel at it.

People would walk around it marveling at its big pools of water, its little pools and the water flowing between.

People would marvel at the bumps on it and the holes in it.

They would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding it and the water suspended in the gas.

The people would marvel at all the creatures walking around the surface of the ball and at the creatures in the water.

The people would declare it as sacred because it was the only one, and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt.

The ball would be the greatest wonder known, and people would come to pray to it, to be healed, to gain knowledge, to know beauty and to wonder how it could be.

People would love it, and defend it with their lives because they would
somehow know that their lives could be nothing without it.

If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter.

"AAAGGHHH" moaned Max "Stop talking to me Kriss, your days are getting few as soon as I get to Roark Nor your going once and for all."

Kriss went quiet "Why are we here" he asked Max

"She might be here" he replied




"Yes Sileth and she is not yours Kriss she is mine understand mine"

Kriss went silent and then started to recite poetry again and for some reason he found hard to understand Max the symbiote was developing a taste for it. Kriss recited it a little more these days.

"Tell me about Sileth"


"she doesn't belong to you she is mine"

"I know that"

"You know nothing"

"What is this place?"

"Hope Cove, we liked it here"


"Rory and me and Sileth"

"You love Sileth don't you?"

"You know nothing about her nothing, enough talk"

Max got out of bed and wandered over to the window and pulled the curtains back. He opened the door and walked out onto the veranda. Out side it was a beautiful moon rise a silver streak edged its way the length of the sea it was incredibly beautiful. The last time he saw this was with Rory and her. Sensing his feelings Kriss tried another poem.

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

He liked that one, and here Max was back in the same room that they had slept in, with the same view, the same beaches the same sand. The same hotel the same staff and the great food.

"I don't like fish" said Kriss

"That's tough" replied Max I don't like meat, when your gone it wont matter which way. Soon I will be rid of you

Max returned to bed and Kriss told another poem.


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