Okay okay yes I'm sorry it's been months since the previous chapter to this was written, and I don't even have a reasonable excuse. While anyways For those of you unsure where we left off our four Starmen Heros Polaris, Kazia, Cyrus, and Staria have after a miserable three year float through space ended up crash landing on Planet Earth (as we know it in the Mother Series) only to pass out in the heat of the ancient scarabian sun. found by a family of scarabians the crew has been hauled to the mysterious Namisa Emosa or preist of Namisa, so now wihtout further ado we began chapter two. Also, as usual Thanks for reading and send all qeustions and comments to BardicDragoon@aol.com
~Rootbeer Kid
"Eia Mosa, ow mi kawa?" A voice rang out in the dark.
"Ki un lada Emosa?" another voice.
"Una." the first voice again
More voices came from the dark but Polaris closed his ears to them. their beutiful language was not but noise to his metallic ears. He knew his circuts were a little fried from the heat damage but his memory circuts were luckily unschatthed by the heat, and he knew that he had never heard this language within his times. It was no malfunction of his translation chips he truly had no clue what was being said, his only clues were the voice tones. The way they spoke which decided wether they spoke a question or not. He knew it would be some time before his internal nanite interface fixed the minor damage, perhaps a digit or two. So he knew he would have a bit of time to study and try and translate this language. opening a new profile in his translaion chip Polaris input the conversation so far and began to hack apart the nuances and tone to decipher the strange tounge.
"Vision circutry functional... movement systems functioning... vocal systems active... All systems are go." Polaris heard for once a voice he understood, the nanite interface was reporting his condition, giving him a clean bill of health. Thus he opened his eyes (or rather activated his visionary circutry) and sat up. Only to see a dark skinned bipedial creture with two arms in a flowing dirty beige robe running across a rather large room of stone tiled floor and ornately decorated walls with unfamilier symbols, perhaps records of local history.
"MOSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The unknown Biped yelled out as Polaris stood up.
"E katack una lok" Polaris said in a dull flat tone.
"You... You speak."
"Took me my entire down time to translate your language but I now understand it for the most part, so yes I speak."
"Oh Mosa" the man said rolling his eyes. "A metal man who can speak what next?"
"I don't know, however I was wondering, by chance where am I?"
"You mean you do not know where you are?" The Biped looked at Polaris "My dear Metal man you are in great kingdom of the sand Scaraba."
Polaris looked at the man, it had occured to him to late that knowing the name of the land where he was would do little good since the local geography was unknown to him. However now that he knew the name of his location, he had to find a way of learning his exact location in comparison to the rest of the world. But he could find ho way of asking as much without seeming like an alien life form, or at the minimum stupid. Storing away this problem for later solving Polaris turned his mind to more present matters.
"So ummm... what exactly may I call you?" Polaris said suddenly realizing that in these odd moments he had not asked of the Bipeds name.
"You may call me Namisa Emosa" the Biped said with a polite bow. "And by chance what may I call you my metal guest?"
"Please call me Polaris," Polaris returned the bow. "But as I was going to ask, by chance were any other metal men found with me?"
"Actualy yes, Three others were found, though one seemed particullarly damagaed."
"My dear Mr. Emosa could you lead me to the other metal men?"
"I shall do one better and have them brouhgt here, while you explain to me what exactly Mister means."
It was very little time before two more bipeds came, both were dressed in silk crimson pants, a green sash around their waist, a whitish beige lace up shirt, and a white turban. They each also carried a spear. The leftmost was followed by Staria who looked about at the decorated walls with a curious air, The Rightmost was followed by Kazia who walked with a very proffesinal air. It took a bit longer for the still recovering Cyrus to be dragged in. his carriers were dressed like the two who brought in Kazia and Staria only their sash was brown.
"Polaris, your alive." Staria said in our native language as she ran up and hugged him.
"Well Pol' looks as if we all somehow survived the desert." This came from Kazia who also spoke in the starmen's language. "Of course now comes the all important question of 'what now'."
"Well, rember how we disscussed the fact that this planet rich in resources was so conveinent, but that there was the catch of there being intellignet life, well I beleive that Section 84T paragraph 3 sates that as a societal advancement unit it is our job to help advance the society of any and all encountered intelligent lifeforms." Polaris said then waved his hand to add emphsis to his next words. "So I imagine there is little choice in our actions."
Kazia glared at Polaris for a moment, then raised his hands in outrage. "POL' exactly how are we to help with one man down and no clue as to where our ship is?"
Namisa Emosa had quitly sat with legs crossed under his robe as the Crew of the starship kraken converesed in a strange language he did not understand. He wondered what to do as soon as he noticed one of the metal men seem to become angry, he soon came to the conclusion that he would offer his help in any way he could. It took little time before a troop of spear weilding bipeds were sent to find the Starship Kraken.
The Scarabian sun beat down hard as Kazia and Polaris journyed across the desert sands. This was the second expedition to find their starship. After the first had resulted in nothing, Kazia and Polaris decided to accompany the Scarabian gaurds.
"Gah, Pol' why did we decided to do this again?" Kazia walked along certain they would have to retreive his and Polaris bodies from the desert sun like before.
"Good question, why did we Kazia, it was your desicion after all." Although slightly more optomistic then Kazia, Polaris had thoughts running along those same grim lines that Kazia's did.
"Well, as Commanding Officer of this mission you could have stopped me." Both Polaris' and Kazia's anger rose to the point the heat no longer seemed important.
"You know what Kazia, I am commander of this mission, and I am exercising my rank and commanding you to silence yourself."
"I refuse your orders Pol'"
"With our current location a court Marshel would take to long so I'll solve this myself." Ploaris began to focus his Psionic energy, envisioning a massive fireball he began PSI "PK Pyros Omeg..."
"WE FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" One of the scrabian gaurds yelled off in the distance.
Polaris and Kazia were swift in forgetting their anger as they ran for their ship. As they rounded the top of the dune and saw their ship, as well as all the gaurds standing shcoked at the starship's size. A never before realized problem occured to them.
"How are we moving this?" Kazia turned to Polaris hoping for an answer.
"Not a single Clue."
With that said they both placed the ships location on their saved maps of the region and called for a return back to home.
"I wonder how Kazia and Polaris are doing?" Staria asked the still recovering Cyrus.
Staria sat in the small one room quarters that had served as home the Kraken's crew for the last week. She was quite lonely and wished to be out with Polaris and Kazia instead of caring for Cyrus here in this room. As she sat their amusig herself unsucessfuly with Psionic fireworks in the palm of her hand she heard a commotion outside the room.hoping this would be more interesting then her current entertainment she poked her head out the rooms door.
"Where are they Rhadge? I know your hiding them." a Short scarabian man in similair garb stood in front of Namisa Emosa. He seemed irrate about something.
"Mani I refuse to tell you where they are, I know you wish only to destroy them."
"Rhadge those things are cretures not of our world, it is my duty as Mamisa Emosa to purify them and this land, and if you will not aid me i shall not be stopped from my work." The short man then turned in a huff and left.
How will the Kraken's crew move their ship?
Who is Mani, the preist of Mamisa, and what are his intentions?
Will Polaris and Kazia Make it back without destroying each other?
Will Namisa Emosa be able to protect Polaris and company?
Is their any relation from Mamisa Emosa and the infamous Mani-Mani statue?
All this will be revealed eventually, but to learn a few of these answers stay tuned for Chapter three
Mamisa Emosa Mani-Mani
Till next time may the celestial mother bless you with good fortune and bless us all with a new Chapter in the mother Saga.