Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 13.10.17 the princess and the wood!

The Princess and the Wood

The princess held her hand to her mouth in shock. She was suddenly alone, in a dark place, with hints of moonlight through the canopy in an otherwise fog-shrouded forest.

She thought of her guardians, now probably far away, or at least out of calling distance.

She wondered of their whereabouts at this hour of the night.

She was frightened. Her protectors had somehow let the beggar slip through security with his diseased hands with a wicked-looking box held in them, its gems glittering evilly.

She held her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle a scream, as her pursuer was catching up to her, its hoofbeats resounding on the forest floor. She was looking at a body before her, half-eaten with rot. It was one of her guardians.

But tiny eyes were watching her enter their domain: the eyes of the Fey, the Good folk.

She had been watched ever since the teleport nimbus brought her here, told that there was great danger, and soon, soon, she would be caught.

She caught a glimpse of her hunter upon arrival, but she was more fleet of foot than it, or maybe just luckier.

She must think, and find a way out of this mess!

A deep baying whinny, full of despair and foretelling her doom, resounded in the forest.

The Land Kelpie was catching up.
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

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Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 6.10.17 the execution

The Execution

It would come soon. It could not be avoided, not be cheated. But he had resolved himself to it, this end of his.

It was the only way he could save his family — from himself — with his monstrously powerful mind and the seed within, a tiny alien web in his brain, amplifying his thoughts and broadcasting them as physical force.

He was a detonator, a bio-explosive, a living bomb, but one that did not expend itself in the blast.

The operation was to happen soon. Seven black-ops troops, in unknown positions, had set up their equipment and were ready to shoot at any moment.

He looked down, saw the red dots from the targeting sights on his chest as he felt the charge building within. He felt himself shake as the first rounds impacted, penetrating his chest.

Everything went forever dark when the next hit him between the eyes.
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 29.9.17 the dust

The Dust

It flowed, filled with tiny dust particles, each shining with its own light, in drafty currents in the dark room. It came in through the window, slightly open to allow the nighttime breeze.

Carl marvelled at the tiny, shining motes, each jostled about and colliding with each other, flowing into strange shapes, tiny spirals and whirling vortices, and bumping against the flow of the fan, set to maximum speed, preventing the tiny motes from penetrating further into the room on their own.

He stared at the motes as they flowed together, coalescing into a tiny membranous winged figure, shaped something like a man, something like a bat, at times something like a spider, but with tendrils of light instead of limbs.

It looked at him with seven tiny gleaming eyes, and as it opened its mouth to speak…

He woke with a start as his alarm went off.

He had overslept . . . again!
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 22.9.17 Paradoxed 2

Paradoxed! Pt. 2

Sarusammog tied its arms in Gordian knots, the equivalent for its species of folding them impatiently as the human fought to suppress signs of fear.

“I, I, I…” The thief stammered, beads of sweat forming on his troubled brow.

“Awfully conceited to refer to yourself three times in a row, don’t you think?” Saru growled, ears folding further back. “Well, I’m waiting! Answer for yourself!” Its rear pseudo-legs were tapping the floor with annoyance.

The human finally mastered his terror, enough to speak coherently and to not soil himself.

“I’ve got family I need to support. My children are sick, really sick, so I came here to get something that my clients will pay enough for me to afford a cure for them. They mentioned this collection. So I went through channels to get what I needed to come here. Please! My kids are dying! They need help!”

The Tempest suddenly teleported into the chamber on summons from Saru, initially annoyed, until Sarusammog told her what was said. Saru had done a quick brain scan of the would-be thief. Everything checked out. The human was telling the truth to all indications, a fact related to the Tempest on her arrival.

Tempest avoided eye contact as she read the human’s body language, feeling his fear almost as her own when in a bad spot. There was the time she had taken a friend, the Mirus, back in time to the end of the Permian era on Earth, to meet aliens intent on averting the extinction level event that would come, to prevent the rise of humanity hundreds of millions of years later.

They survived, but Tempest had not foreseen the environment at the time, and was almost killed by the atmospheric chemistry and heat exhaustion until the Mirus coached her in turning on her hypershard’s life support fields. Long story short: the mass-extinction happened as it should have, while the aliens were destroyed, and the two returned to their respective times.

“Well, I have an idea. Don’t delete him . . . not just yet, you big fluffy!” She whispered something in Sarusammog’s ear, and its face lit up with an absurdly wide grin, this time genuinely amused.

“Oh, my! That’s capital . . . an absolutely capital idea! Do it, girl, and I’ll be ready to hear your story about it when you’ve returned for lunch!” Saru was beaming as the Tempest stood by the human and said, “Drop the comics. Just drop them. You won’t need them to pay for anything.

Here’s what Saru and I are going to do, for you, not to you! You’ll never need to have gotten into this mess in the first place. Your children are as good as cured, better even!”

“Okay big guy, paradox us both when I loop back in time. I’ve already figured out the coordinates to the right time and location. Logged in and locked on target!”

Sarusammog touched a stud on his Paradox harness as Tempest and the human vanished from sight.

This would be an interesting tale to hear when she returned from that node of the space-time manifold. He sighed as he put back the graphic novels with meticulous care, still in their dust-jackets, and turned to leave the library, no longer angry, and proud of the ingenuity of the Children of Terra.

He had chosen a Herald in the Tempest well, and wisely!

The End.
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 15.9.17 Done dirt Cheap!

Darren Vandell left his office, alone, late at night, on strange business.

He was given an odd piece of stone to examine, away from his lab where most of his work was done.

He was in the business of trafficking in contraband: sentient computer chips with neural network intelligences from a high-silicon volcanic world, a world just cooling from the fires of planetary formation.

His business was illegal, considered ethically questionable at best, but his services were needed in a star system where computers were forbidden by law He worries about the legal consequences if caught. Since the machine uprising several decades ago, all digital data-processing devices were destroyed and forbidden upon pain of death or solitary confinement. So he worked as a geologist, and one with a low profile in his work: security through obscurity.

Just last night he received a call from a wealthy patron, one who would like very much to not be identified by name, but instead by key numbers translated into a string of letters, a sort of coding mnemonic using a complex cipher.

This night, as he left, he wondered what would happen. Little did he notice the
shadow trailing him as he turned the corner of his office building. A “click” suddenly echoed in the otherwise silent night. As he turned to look, he saw for an instant the glint of street lights on metal before his world went dark.

Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 8.9.17 stuffs kalsiri say!

Stuff Kai’siri Say:

The Kai’Siri are a species of extraterrestrial humans whose ancestry comes from Terra, about
150,000 years ago or so, whose language defines the naming conventions of the Gods of Terra
setting.

A proud and warlike people, whose dominant culture resembles a mix of the ancient Dravidian
peoples, Rus Viking, and pre-Spaniard Filipino, they are not a civilization to mess with, as they are the premier political power of the Local Galaxy, in a near-constant state of military readiness.

Kai’Siri have several surviving cultures, and at least as many languages, but this page deals with only one: the dominant meta-culture and the lingua franca of their empire, the interstellar Exarchate of Sirug. .

Here, I provide a guide to the sounds of the language, including phonetic characters where necessary.

First, I start with the vowels, then the consonants. Finally, with words and phrases combining them.

Kai’Siri call their primary language Soruggon and it has a number of features in common with several Terran languages in that it’s tonal; the meaning of a word depends partly on the inflection of its syllables. A common way of asking a question is to raise the inflection of the last syllable at the end of a sentence, and this is in addition to the normal inflection for that word’s meaning.

Vowels:
Ā: Ah, as in English yard or Bengali আ

Ĭh: As in English it with the i heavily aspirated.

Ī: Ee, as in the Tamil ஈ or ee English “seen”

Ǣ: E, or Ey, as in French café or Tamil எ, ஏ, or Bengali এ

u: U, a short U, almost as in English two, but nasalized if followed by a consonant like m, n, or ŋ.

Ū: UU, a long U sound as in the Bengali ঊ, or Tamil ஊ, and also transliterated OO, as in
“Broogh.”

E: Pronounced as e in English bend, or veteran.

O: a short O, pronounced as in English “hot” or “mock”

Yhi: The modern form of Y, used in the colloquial speech, similar to Elizabethan English “Ye” but much more aspirated and used for non-ceremonial/informal contexts. Do not use this vowel when speaking to superiors. ‘Nuff said.

Y: actually a glide sound used just before the vowels in words beginning in Ī, Ǣ, and U. Also used to separate repeated long or short vowels by functioning as a vowel. This is ancient, and less commonly used except for formalized public speaking occasions and ceremonies. This is largely eliminated from the colloquial speech.

Consonants: (this will be added to as the language develops)

t: a retroflex t sound, like Tamil %, with about as much aspiration as the t in English it.

th: as in Tamil த or the sound in English math in the middle of a word after another consonant.

m: a nasal consonant, as in Mars or immanent.

n: a nasal consonant, as in never, or not.

ŋ: consonant NG as in king or strong

gh: a hard g sound, with an audible puff of breath at the end. Only appears at the end of a word.

l: a retroflex l sound as in English list.

kh: a guttural k sound, with a stronger aspiration when spoken than gh, as in English king
or character.

b: a weakly-aspirated sound, the letter representing both b and p sounds in English.

bh: a more strongly aspirated b or p, the letter being used for भ and फ sounds in Hindi.

k: a softer k sound without aspiration.

h: a soft aspirated sound at the beginning of a word, but pronounced as the ch in Scottish loch between vowels and at the end of a word.

f: a sort of f or lightly aspirated v sound, as in English vote, fool, or photon.

d: either a dental d sound or harder retroflex d, sounds a little like English end or druid.

z: a long consonant, as in English fuzz, or buzz.

r: a lightly rolled r sound, as in ridiculous or royale.

s: as in synchronise, or snake, often pronounced sh in some dialects, and using the same script letter.

vh: pronounced as in English very at the beginning of a word, or a w as in English weak elsewhere. Much more aspirated than f.

sz: pronounced as in Tamil c, or English ch.

Some Common Soruggon phrases and words:
Ikktighar Furiit – ‘Greetings.’ A common greeting, to some Kai’Siri moderns overly formal, but in typical use considered casual but not rude. This greeting may be used with superiors or elders without being considered rude or overly familiar.

Talotaa frang. Talotaa kas. Talotaa tranga suulaat. – “Be well. Be safe. Be brilliant as the stars.” A common expression when used in the context of offering temporary farewell. The word for safe also translates as strong, as the Kai’Siri consider safety to lie in one’s strength or readiness.

Bruuk! – an expletive, refers to an unpleasant bodily function associated metaphorically with unfavorable circumstances or ill fortune. Translates to Terran English “crap!” and less sanitized versions of same.

Ta’Makluuta! – Exclamation. Similar to English “fantastic!,” “wonderful!,” or “I’m happy!”

Vhakklatuul! – “I challenge you!” (to either a duel or a debate).

Tabakk to Enes Usroogh – Phrase using the Kai’Siri name for a species of sentient fungi with mind-controlling spores. From an old legend of a world shrouded by eternal darkness where the ancient Gods forbade the Kai’Siri to land because of the danger there. It translates roughly to “going where one ought not to.”

Tekruul ten Mokthraga – “Luck of the giants” A rival hominid genus native to the planet Tokmolos, longtime foes and sometimes allies of the Kai’Siri. The Mokthraga are the only major power in their region of the Local Galaxy to have defeated or stalemated the Kai’Siri in war.

Tasas Thruulat – “Enforcer Prime.” This is the Exarchate’s title for their weapon of terror, and there are three of these, also three out of the four Gods of Terra; the Fractus, the Mirus, and the Magna, the fourth being the herald of Sarusammog the Gates, the Tempest.

Beron ketruuta akya estagaan! – “I’m free at last!”

Se_____ – “I am (insert name and/or title of self)”

Mak sase, suul zada silar! – “Right now, I’m the happiest man alive!”

Talotaa frang, Elruune tagg muutan – “Be well. I greet you, newborn one and you are my creation.” Opening of the ritual address for an android made of synthetic biologicals or biomimetic parts. Talotaa frang here is used in the sense of greeting or welcoming rather than the context of departure.

Okka sa _____. – “I name you (insert name of they who are named).”

Fe tuula saz jadya. – “You shall serve as my emissary and friend.”

Hudai asza sallan – “As you wish, I obey.”

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 1.9.17 freedom 3

Gods of Terra | Freedom, Part 3

It had been some several Sirugian lunar cycles, by the newly rechristened Imegaa Enzael‘s log, since the former terror-weapon, the ex-Enforcer Prime, had turned on his masters, literally destroying the crew, dispersing their bodies into a burst of neutrinos, and commandeered the ship.

The Mirus labored, with only minimal time spent at eating, rest or sleep, to refit the great vessel, an experimentally upgraded Orugruuta-class warship, more to his liking and needs.

He had recently discovered and accessed manufacturing templates for automation systems that when completed were quickly installed in the appropriate locations throughout the ship, and after several months of work, he completed installing systems which would not only operate the ship without full crew, but also do the work of damage-control, system diagnostics, and preventive maintenance.

Even the ship’s factory systems could now be operated without crew, and new replacement parts could be sent for by the diagnostic systems and delivered by worker drones to the needed location.

He inspected his handiwork, satisfied with the results, and smiled, surgically enhanced canines just short enough to avoid protruding over his Terran lips showing.

He quickly closed his lips as a sudden wave of undefinable remembrance and revulsion came over him.

He was silently grateful that he wasn’t forced to see his own grin in a mirror, since the Kai’Siri had altered his teeth, bringing him more in line with their own . . . esthetic standards . . . . for reasons he would rather not speculate on.

The ship’s records, even cleverly doctored as they were, suggested however vaguely that he wasn’t just . . . employed . . . as an unthinking weapon.

His fangs disgusted him, and he felt alien in his own body whenever he saw them. They . . . gave him uncomfortable thoughts, for despite significant differences as distinct species, Homo sapiens and Homo sirugensis shared many things in common…

He summoned his Emissary to him when this feeling passed, as quickly as it had come. There was work to do.

Not having had the time to teach his android go-between English, the exchange took place in the less grammatically truncated Kai’Siri tongue.

A translation follows:

“My Lord,” Imegaa Mokkan began, “The ship is fully ready for operation. I have completed the inspection you ordered and found all to your specifications. We can go to war, if that is your wish. I and the vessel await your command.”

The left corner of the Mirus’ lip upturned slightly at the news, and briefly, he even allowed himself a full smile. The presence of his servant eased his dislike of showing his perfect but alien teeth.

“Imegaa, as sweet and loyal to your cause as your namesake,” he paused as he considered his response, “To bring war to the warlike would much gladden my heart, but there is other business that must needs be attended to first.” He continued, “The ship’s records show me that it was scheduled for a raid on a world that I have not seen for many decades now, for youthful though my body is, my spirit is greatly aged with what knowledge I have of my horrific labors. I would go to that world again, the world of my ancestors, to see if it still lives in spite of Kai’Siri design, and if so, to offer what warning I may and assistance I can render, for as you have your loyalties to me, so I to the home of my own race. I must protect it if at all I can. So,” He paused again, with an almost face-splitting grin, as much as a human can comfortably manage, and with full good humor, “Set course for Terra! It’s been a long time, and revenge, sweet revenge, will have to wait for another day!”

“As you desire, so shall it be, Mirus.” the android said with a curt nod and its left hand, palm facing right and fingers pointing upward, across its petite feminine chest in the traditional Kai’Siri gesture of respect.

In less than a moment, the great vessel’s engines rumbled with activity, as it prepared to make the jump through the Maelstrom, the Mirus, humming tunelessly to himself and seated on the bridge’s command chair, now more seemingly suited as a throne.

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy