We spent a fair bit of time walking up and down this strip in Yokohama during our trip in 2002. Up to that point in my life, Yokohama was the hottest place I'd ever been to. The tallest building is the Landmark Tower, and our hotel rooms were on the 60-somethingth floor. I specifically remember sitting on wide windowsill of the room that faced this way, listening to "Goodbye to Romance" from my new Blizzard of Ozz CD on my Discman.

 

In other news, this week I started doing Admissions work at my other job again.

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After skirmishing with the Empire on OSSUS, Nathan and Ozz begin their search for the artifact called BALAAM'S HEART. On the mysterious world of DAGOBAH they find both knowledge and danger, and for Nathan, a grueling test of his spirit and will.

 

Nathan recoiled, slumping in his seat in the Lucky Star. He felt a sudden pang of anguish, a ripping in his soul, as spirits were separated from their bodies back on Ossus. He sensed it only faintly, but whatever caused the sensation was so powerful that it hit him with the force of a wave.

 

“Kid? Kid! What’s wrong!”

 

He felt Ozz shaking his shoulder as he drifted into unconsciousness, the strain too much to bear. When he finally woke, it was to Ozz’s worried, ugly face. Nathan stared, as though his eyes were trained on something hundreds of parsecs away.

 

“The Searchers are dead, Ozz. At least, I think so,” he coughed. “They killed them. Abay…all of them.”

 

Ozz asked how he knew this, but Nathan couldn’t explain. Finally, Ozz nodded and sighed. He believed him. He’d seen enough strange stuff by now that he wasn’t going to question this one.

 

They flew in silence for the next few hours.

 

After a brief stop for fuel (“That’s gonna be our last fill unless we start makin’ some money soon,” Ozz had complained) and the purchase of a few cheap blaster pistols, Nathan and Ozz were set to continue their search.

 

“I’ll need some coordinates if I’m gonna fly somewhere, Nate.”

 

Nathan had spent nearly all of the time since Ossus huddled in the bunk with Luke’s journal and the inscribed slates they’d found in the deep archives. He was a quick learner and a voracious student, and with the help of a few runes already translated in the journal, he was able to compile a mostly accurate key for unlocking the old tongue Balaam had used for his writings. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn’t pleasant.

 

The writings of Balaam were primarily daily accounts and impossible to understand musings, but they also mentioned 'home made among vines and home made among flame, whilst tethered mine soul to the dark lord wert'. Of all the planets Nathan could recall from Mayla's manifest, Dagobah was the one most likely to feature vines. At least, according to their gazette. It might just be a wild bantha chase, but it was worth a short.

 

The planet Dagobah came into view. It looked musty and small and remote. Sensors revealed it was entirely free of settlers, based on a lack of technology readings. But it was packed to the brim with life.

 

Nathan leaned over the dashboard controls with interest. "Take us in, Ozz."

 

"I know, I know..." said the Iakaru, rolling his eyes.

 

They dipped beneath a dense sea of cloud and Ozz pulled back hard on the throttle, easing them down into what was revealing itself to be a tangled, dark mass of trees.

 

Nathan felt the planet, just as he had felt Ossus. There, it had been the power, the war, and the secrets, but on Dagobah, he felt life. Wildness and strangeness, the circle of things. Not good, but not evil. Just very alive.

   

"This place gives me the willies," said Ozz, peering out the viewscreen. There wasn't much to see. It was mostly fog and the shapes of trees.

 

"I can see a weirdo like Balaam living here..." Nathan mused. "You don’t think he put the Heart here, do you?"

 

“Nah, that’d be giving me a break. Luck hasn’t done that in years.” He glanced around at the damp, dismal surroundings, his face scrunched with dread. “It ain’t gonna start on this planet.”

 

Ozz set the Lucky Star down on some alarmingly mushy ground, and powered down the craft. He turned to his companion and shrugged.

 

"Let's go find out, nerd. And hey, let's stick it to those Imps, ey? What happened on Ossus..."

 

Nathan understood. He clapped a hand on Ozz's shoulder. “I know.”

   

They gathered their equipment and trekked out into the woods. The sounds of a million living things filled the air. The smell of mildew and bog water floated up into their noses from underfoot. Tendrils of vine hung down around them from the twisting branches overhead.

 

"Yeah, this has got to be the place...now, Balaam's writings mention landmarks; the shores of the swamp, a grove of mushrooms, and a magic tree."

 

Ozz scanned the canopy with the barrel of his blaster. Something flew overhead. He jumped, but held his fire. "Yeesh! How do we know they're not on the other side of the planet?"

 

That was a possibility, one that tempted Nathan to despair. But he kept his hope.

 

"Honestly, I don't know," he admitted. "But...I don't think they are. I'm not sure why, but I've got a feeling."

   

The sounds of creatures and the dense foliage became obstacles they were unwilling to brave. Much to their disgust, this forced them to their only remaining option: the water. Nathan cajoled Ozz into joining him, which says something about the noises in the void of the woods and how they affected them both, that they were willing to wade chest-deep into opaque, smoky water.

   

"What's that smell?" Ozz groaned, the swamp water inches from his nose.

 

Nathan, who was miserable, gave him an incredulous look. They were soaked in oily, gunky swampwater, dragging at their clothes and limbs. Something in Nathan's mind considered what else could he dragging at his hands and legs, and images of tentacles and eels had to be forcibly pushed from his brain.

   

Then they saw the strangest thing.

 

The flicker of firelight.

 

They pointed it out to each other and squinted against the tepid mist. It was real.

 

Just as real, they discovered, were the two men sitting at the campfire, their leaning tents pitched feet away. Tall trees reaching down towards them with roots like cages.

 

A shore, Nathan thought. Then he remembered this planet had been on Mayla's list. These strangers could be Imperial spies.

 

Just as he was about to warn Ozz, one of the men called out.

 

"Hoy, there! I don't believe it -- people?"

  

"Wet, stinky people," Ozz replied. "You fellas mind if we come on up?"

  

The man and his companion smiled. "Please do!"

  

They were rescued from the swamp waters and joined the strangers around the fire. Wings beat the air above them. Something groaned in the water they'd just left. But the fire was safefy.

 

"We're pilgrims," explained one of the strangers, with an odd grin. "What about you?"

 

Nathan and Ozz looked at each other. Even Nathan wasn't willing to extend trust this time, not in a situation like this.

 

Ozz cleared his throat. "Err, real estate," he lied. "Nice planet like this, with no colonies? I don't get it!"

 

The 'pilgrims' looked at each other, then broke into laughter. "You're a funny guy. Thanks for cheering up the mood."

 

Nathan felt paralyzed. Fear danced at the corners of his brain, fear of what might happen if they dropped their guard. He thought about the blaster at his side, and if it would work after being submerged. If he should just shoot them both now. They had to be spies, right?

 

But no. That would be murder. He couldn’t do something like that. You can't just shoot someone for a suspicion. Reacting to a nebulous fear was never the right opening move, and it was wrong, he decided, to try to prevent the possibility of evil by doing something evil first. Besides, the Searchers were pilgrims, maybe these were similar types.

   

A glow nearby caught Nathan's attention.

   

Small blue spots of light scattered across the mossy ground, hidden in and among the roots of the trees.

A grove of mushrooms.

 

Balaam's second landmark.

 

He felt something pull at him, a force or energy that wanted him to come searching. It was irresistible, and clouded his mind in such a way that he forgot his fears of Imperials and treachery.

 

He stared long enough that one of the pilgrims caught him looking.

 

“What are you, uh, looking at there?” the man asked, watching him keenly.

 

"Oh, nothing,” Nathan said, emerging from his thoughts. “I thought I saw a...an animal, out there. It was nothing. I, uh, better just go check, though."

   

Ozz half-rose from his spot. "Want a second?"

 

And expose their backs? No. "No," he said, and he smiled reassuringly. "You keep resting. I'll be right back."

 

"Sure thing!" Said one of the pilgrims, and the other nodded silently.

 

Nathan caught Ozz's eye, and flicked his own towards the Iakaru's blaster. Ozz understood.

   

"I'll be right back," said the young man, who then walked deeper into the woods.

   

The sound of cracking fire faded into the distance as it was replaced by the hum of forest life. The mushrooms were just the start, they led him like a trail, becoming larger and wilder as he went. Finally, after chasing their path for several minutes, Nathan looked up to see the tree.

   

It was old. Its bark was like wrinkles, crevices in a face with no features. Its roots splayed out like enormous fingers that raked the ground. It seemed to heave with breath, to pulse, to live. Now in silence, Nathan found he was utterly alone with this ancient thing. The woods shrank back from it, as if from deference or fear. Nothing ventured close.

 

It beckoned him.

 

He felt it in his inward being. The draw.

 

A dark opening in its roots, like a doorway, stood open to him.

 

Nathan took hesitating steps. His spirit ached with restlessness, a need to see what was inside that burned and fried the edges of his nerves.

 

He entered the depths of the Magic Tree.

   

The hollow was dark.

 

He was alone in a den of soil. Fibrous sinew traced many-forked veins in the earth.

 

He felt a presence.

 

"Who's there?" He whispered.

 

"It's me, Nathan."

 

Mayla stepped out from behind a gnarl of root. She looked as he remembered. Sharper, even. Her bangs fell over her face, her dark eyes shone in the bare light. She walked with grace, poise, as if compensating for her stature.

 

"Why are you here?" She asked.

 

He wanted to reach out, to touch her cheek. "To...to stop the Empire. To save lives and find…something powerful."

 

He saw the disappointment in her face. The vulnerability, the openness that had drawn him to her in the first place.

 

"...I thought you were here for me?"

 

"I am!" He said quickly. "But...Mayla...I don't know how to find you."

 

She stepped closer and smiled. "I forgot, you think my name is 'Mayla'...that's okay. You've done everything so well, exactly as I wanted."

 

"Well, that manifest you left us has been our guide. That’s all thanks to you."

 

"Yes, it is. Just what was needed, right? I was always told I was resourceful."

 

Nathan stood a hesitant step back. His mind was swirling. Everything felt completely real, the question of how it could be happening seemed distant and foggy and not worth considering. His skepticism seemed to leave him, soaked into the walls of soil. But his reason wasn’t gone entirely, and her words started to raise flags, even in his currently-dim mind. "...What?"

 

"You've done just what we needed. You'll find what you seek, and the Empire will win."

 

Nathan started to speak, but she stepped closer, close enough to smell. She held up a finger to his lips, quieting him.

 

"I know you don't like that, but if you need a consolation prize...we can be together. It's the only way it'll work. Things will happen fast, Nathan."

 

The way she said his name made his heart flip.

 

"They'll happen so fast. That's how things happen, when change is coming. Your pilot will die, Syfot, some others...but you and me? We'll be alive, together, forever. And so many others, too. We'll give them safety," she said, and she winked. He could feel her breath as it mingled with the fog.

 

"I...want...you," she whispered, and his stomach fell. He stared at her eyes as they closed.

 

No.

 

"No," he murmured.

 

She leant forward, her lips parted.

 

"No," he repeated, and he stepped back. "You're not her," he said. "I don't want this."

 

Mayla's eyes flicked open, staring up into his. "You do. You want me, most of all," she smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "Remember what you gave up? Everything else -- everyone else --- was just a way of getting to me."

 

"No!" He stuttered, and he fell back, tripping on a root. "No, no, no!"

 

Her eyebrow curved. She frowned. "Nathan..."

 

"Not anymore!" He said. "No, I...I want to find you so bad, Mayla, but...this isn't just about you and me, not anymore. Things have changed. I'm not just in this for you anymore, I've got to…” He shook his head, trying to clear the fog. “…I’ve got to do what's right. I've got to stand up to these people. It's about the Searchers who died on Ossus, and Abay, and Jep, and...and...Ozz."

 

Nathan blinked, thinking of his friend. He had left his friend, his best friend, with the enemy.

 

"Ozz," he repeated.

 

"That monkey? You've got to be tired of being cooped up with that smelly, stupid thing. Trust me," she whispered, her fingers running up his arm. "I’m much better company than he is."

 

Nathan, eyes wide, said nothing. With all his strength of will, he pulled away, turned, and fled.

     

Nathan rushed through the woods. He heard screams. His name.

 

First from behind, in the voice of the girl he loved.

 

Then from the shore, echoing, hoarse, in the voice of Ozz Sabaran.

 

"NATE! NAAATE!" Followed by grunts and shrieks of pain.

 

Ozz.

 

The firelight flickered in the mist. A dark shape stepped into his path, weapon raised. The blood-red light of blaster fire struck a tree by his head, sparks and smoke burst from the impact.

 

Nathan was not afraid. He was not angry. He had to help his friend.

 

Desperate, he raised his hands.

 

His fingers curled with the warm mist.

 

Reached with the roots.

 

Stretched with the beating wings.

 

Stood with the soil.

 

He heard one of the pilgrims cry. The thrash of water and wet cloth and arms. Dragged from the shore, he disappeared beneath the surface.

 

The wildness of life beat like a drum in his ears.

 

The other pilgrim—Imperial spy—stumbled and entangled himself in the strong vines. Something seized him and pulled into the air, while he flailed his arms to try and break free of the tightening plants. The flying things took notice, their squawking growing agitated and hungry.

 

His cries ended abruptly, and the flailing stopped.

 

Nathan rushed to his friend's side. Ozz's leg was bent wrong, blood trickled from his mouth.

 

"Too...fast...for me," he choked.

 

Nathan hurried to tear a piece of tent, his hands shaking.

 

Ozz wiped his mouth. "What...was...?"

 

"I don't know," Nathan said shakily. "How about we never speak of it again? Kinda freaked out. Are you okay? I can't believe I left you here!” he cursed himself. “What’d they do?"

 

"Wanted...to know...what we knew. Turns out, they were spies. Can you believe it?" he said weakly, with a hint of irony.

 

"Your leg is broken," Nathan said gravely. "Rest here, I'm so sorry, Ozz."

 

"it's okay, kid, I'm alright. We Iakaru are tough sons of -- ouch!"

 

Nathan let the leg go, the bone now set.

 

"What was that?" Ozz winced.

 

"Oh, a trick from the orphanage. I didn't come up with it."

 

"Geez, rough orphanage.” Ozz shook his head, impressed and relieved. “See? Long as I got you around, I'll be right as rain. Thanks for the save, kid."

 

"I’ll try to be quicker next time,” Nathan said with a wry look. “Things got weird. Ozz, we have to get out of here."

 

"You're telling me. Did you uh, get the Heart thing?"

 

"I didn't get anything, but I found what we need. But I need your help. Will you…” He swallowed his pride, asking his friend openly, “please come with me? I'm...honestly, I’m afraid to go back alone."

 

Ozz grinned to himself, chuckling at the irony. "You need Ozzie? Even one-legged Ozzie?"

 

Nathan made a face. "What else is new?"

 

"Wanna hand me my blaster? I'm really raring for a hike. Gotta get this leg working, that’s the best thing for a hurtin’ leg.”

   

Nathan stood before the magic tree again, now with Ozz by his side, supported by an old branch.

 

Nathan had explained what he'd seen to Ozz, but despite Ozz's vigilant eye, nothing appeared from the shadows of the roots.

 

There was writing on the trunk of the tree. Nathan got as close as he dared. Ozz covered him with the blaster.

 

"Whatcha got? Anything useful?"

 

Nathan was scratching down notes in his notebook, thankful for the material Luke had chosen that had endured the bog.

 

"Coordinates in the Bark, half."

 

“Coordinates? Like, readable, usable coordinates?”

 

“Yeah, I guess it’s that simple. Maybe Balaam wasn’t so bad after all. Thanks, pal,” he said quietly to the carving.

  

"Simple! Ha! You telling me--"

 

Nathan grimaced. "—He hid the other half on a flame world? Yeah, guess it would be weird for things to get any easier."

 

Ozz sighed. "Yeesh, another planet with no payout. Can't wait to eat more grayweave..." He shrugged, and gave a lopsided grin to his scribbling companion.

 

Well, at least we won't get wet again...right, kid?"

 

Nathan grinned back at him, feeling very glad he was there to joke and lighten the terrible mood. There was no one he could think of he’d rather have by his side.

  

"Yeah. Right!"

   

The tree, unmoving, unknown, watched as they left, Nathan supporting Ozz as while he limped along. Soon, the Lucky Star left the atmosphere, and the ancient planet was unchanged for their visit. The roots still dug, the fog still swirled, and the creatures flew between the trees. And despite its appearance, everything was vibrant and alive.

Photo by: Ozz Larsson

Whitby Goth Event, April 2016

Our stay in the lamp has been quite pleasant. Time flies when you’re having fun. To us it feels like we’ve been in the lamp for a good two days. But according to Jinni, it is more likely that only 2 hours have passed in the real world. One of the curses of being trapped in a lamp apparently. I asked Jinni if he was going to grant us 3 wishes. He replied that he had retired. Apparently some street rat used his last wish to wish for Jinni’s freedom. Too bad… After we were well rested Apprentice, or should we call her Jasmine now, decided we should use the eject button and continue our journey. Jinni warned us that there was no way for us to know where the lamp was so we didn’t know what dangers would cross our path as soon as we left the lamp. He advised us to grab the first thing we would see and prepare to smack someone with it. With that final message we said our goodbyes and Alice hit the eject button. After the purple smoke disappeared I stood eye to eye with a witch. Her skin was green like a frog. Remembering Jinni’s warning I grabbed the first thing I saw, a bucket, and threw the content at the witch. Witches hate water. From the bucket flew a crystal, it hit the witches head and she blacked out. I turned around to see Alice and Noccio smack down some sort of beast with the witch's broom and a huge carrot. The beast was holding Jinni’s lamp. All of a sudden someone screamed: ‘STOP!’. I turned around to see where the scream came from. It was Apprentice. Boy did she look mad!

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photography: Ozz Larson

Along with a very sporadic upload schedule, I've also slowed down some on my flac conversion process. Presented below is my 19th list of 2023, while back in real time I'm putting the finishing touches on list 22 (I procured the Tina Turner selection listed below not very long after her passing). My modest goal now is to have 400 unique artists by the end of the year, and by then my remaining mp3 collection should be down to around 100 GB:

 

Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight

Steely Dan - Pretzel Logic

Ozzy Osbourne - Blizzard of Ozz (40th Anniversary Expanded Edition)

Tina Turner (377) - Simply the Best (new)

Porcupine Tree - In Absentia

Supertramp - ...Famous Last Words...

Breaking Benjamin - We are Not Alone

Jefferson Starship (378) - Red Octopus

Def Leppard - Def Leppard

Peter Gabriel - Up

Sevendust - Blood & Stone

Pet Shop Boys (379) - Disco-The Remix Album

Kings of Leon - Aha Shake Heartbreak

Nine Inch Nails (380) - Ghosts VI: Locusts

AC-DC - PWR-UP

Mosaic shirt designed for Ozz Co.

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For Ima: a moon gaze, a reflection of light from the city.

 

this is an end to a piece i've been working on. i don't really know how to present it so here it is written out.

 

the reality of the photograph. the urge for its sincerity. the urge to reach for something, an ideal, a truth, is the current moving that must be maintained. it seems that photography, in that way, has speed. it rifles off in its search for that image. and no its not really there but in a complex subjectivity. as a relationship of perspective. the camera, you, and the objective world. the object that you shoot. the person. or whatever it may be. that is one way of looking at it. but i guess i should explain the first line.

 

there is a strange air of becoming this ideal person in that ideal place in life in photography. whether it be the person taking the picture or the person in the picture. objectivity holds an unusual truth. it is… reality, in some respects. and the human body in photography merely a body, an animal, or anything but a depth without. the camera is not your loyal friend. barely even company… or even a soul catcher. it doesn’t take but travels through the person so quickly that it captures with it a single particle in its current of speed. the eye, in its emoting, is simply narrating towards the skies as the sea is the current that carries us in the sky's reflection.

 

the picture is nothing but the reflection that sits on the surface. the throngs of people as clouds, the single face becomes the moon, and the lights of the city, phosphorescence of creatures turning the sea into a living mirror of the night sky, except that the argent tain of the oceanic mirror is ooze. a biological mess in flow with that speed grandly replicating the sky and the stars or even that metaphysical image of the soul. this is a biological mechanism the truest ‘self portrait’. in a world where the biological matter of genetics becomes the substance of soul. this matter in its ozzing creating its ideal as it rises over each person and their malleability. so the public ideal becomes this current of one that is completely and utterly of their time in their time... as a constant... broadcast. making both the person fluid. the fish among rocks.

 

i didn't want to shoot people anymore really. because i felt like i was shooting through them. the speed of the shoot seems to travel right through the whole thing. a seemed lack of respect on one level but even more so like i wasn't seeing what i wanted to see. the colors begin to feel unreal. i don't see anything but a representation, and in the case of beauty as an authority, a very pitiful one. yet i'm drawn into it. i want to be one with it beauty. called it a hope. so i know what is beautiful. and well. i don't really feel it. the camera didn't provide a company but it also alienated me. and well that was it. the stream of it going and me trying to catch up in my longing. its reality was the realization that there is my reality in a photo and the cultural reality of a big historical picture of every mournful ghost that had made photography what is its today.

 

so I photograph as if to say goodbye, knowing fully that I could not express my deepest condolences. actually I see the entrapment of it, the participation resulting in nothing but disaster. the finger trap that is culture and its ellusiveness as a technology object to mankinds. it has now made man into that dependent. I have been neutralizing the killing of metaphysic by proceeding onward as if I would have been forgotten if I wouldn’t have. died a silent death, alone, unknown, as that doesn’t really matter now. as this has become an act of self portrait, self preservation, or might I even say… individuality... or the future of it... a fashioned real being.

 

"Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit”: applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. what does intelligences signify? Define reason. Desire—meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failures, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless… Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in…"

 

American Psycho – Brett Easton Ellis

 

Rebels of Ozz

Taken at the beach...

We had absolutly a fab time at my dad's and andrea's holiday place at the beach...

And we sooooo will be back.... and gladly they let us be back ;))

Loved it there, specialy whit this heat wave ;)

Thanks Andrea and dad!!! xxxxx

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Nathan stood alone on the steps of the ruined Jedi Temple, the dunes of Ossus cascading before him. High above he could make out the dim shape of the Imperial Light Cruiser hanging in orbit. Even closer were the pristine white angles of the Shuttle soaring down to the planet, coming for them.

 

His mind raced. Why was the Empire here? Were they followed? Was the Empire tracking the Lucky Star? Had they led them right to a temple full of dangerous Jedi and Sith secrets?

 

Worst of all was the thought that Mayla was somehow involved. That he had been stupid to trust her, that she’d been playing him all along.

 

There wasn’t time to think about that now. It didn’t matter. What mattered was dealing with the situation.

 

Ozz and Eefo were safely away to the Searcher’s camouflaged outpost on the speeder bike. They couldn’t risk the Empire following them and finding the outpost, there was too much to lose there. That’s why Nathan had stayed behind: he was going to be the distraction. How very brave of him, he thought wryly. How was he going to find Mayla as a corpse?

 

He had a blaster pistol and one of Eefo’s storm conductors. It wasn’t one of his better ideas, but he could make this work.

 

Step one: draw their attention. It was crucial that he make them forget about the speeder bike. The process for this step was a little inelegant, but sometimes the obvious choice was the best one.

 

He flicked off the safety on Eefo’s blaster pistol. He couldn’t help but laugh. This was going to look absurd.

 

He raised the pistol, aimed at the shuttle, and pulled the trigger. He did this several more times, firing enough shots at the starship that it might draw its pilot’s attention. It was impossible to do any damage--especially from a few hundred feet away--but their sensors would notice, and he had to hope they’d choose the temple and the source of the blaster fire as a more interesting landing zone than wherever the speeder bike was headed.

 

It worked. He watched the shuttle nervously, but soon he could tell it had worked. Based on their flight path, they were coming in an arc towards him. He punched the air in triumph, but he didn’t have time to rest on his laurels. It was time for step two, and he had always been disciplined when it came to processes. That’s probably a part of why he had so few friends.

 

Eefo showed him how to operate her Conductor before she’d left. The Searchers used the charged chromium poles to attract Ossus’ giant storms and drain them for energy. Energy wouldn’t do him much good; all he needed was the storm.

 

He flicked the switch to reverse the charge on the pole, and left it planted in the ground. Nothing seemed to happen, and he looked at the sky anxiously. He guessed it took a few minutes.

 

The shuttle alighted a few hundred feet away, its wide wings closing gracefully with its dorsal fin, its ramp lowering with a hiss. Down walked an Imperial officer clad in gray, accompanied by a tall figure in black robes, and a squad of remnant stormtroopers.

 

It must’ve been the sight of the stormtroopers that did it. Suddenly it felt real. Those people could shoot and kill him. Nathan felt every fiber of his body push him to run and hide. But he had to wait for the storm.

 

The sky began to darken as the group of Imperials crossed the dunes toward the temple, creating a dramatic shadow over the flatlands. Lighting arced in the sky above, occasionally flashing down and striking the conductor, forcing Nathan to cover his eyes to avoid being blinded. The stormtroopers were close enough that he could make out the vents on their helmets. The storm was here, he had to move now.

 

He raised the blaster once more, and fired a bolt at the conductor.

   

With a dramatic burst of energy, it exploded, knocking him off his feet and into the temple atrium. He scrambled to his feet to find some sort of cover. He located the dead droid chassis on the staircase and clambered behind it, like a rabbit running to its warren.

 

Outside, things had become dangerous. Lighting, previously contained and directed toward the conductor, now had no conductor on which to focus. Bolts now struck the ground freely and often, crystalizing the orange sand. A flash of light incinerated a stormtrooper and created a rush of activity among the group, who dashed towards the temple doors for cover.

 

Lt. Syfot brushed himself off once indoors, surveying his squad for casualties. The Vu’othh stood by, disturbingly serene as always.

 

Syfot turned to scan the empty atrium. There was obviously someone here. Someone who would presently be killed.

   

“Come out, swine! Pathetic,” he sneered. “Troopers, find them!”

   

The stormtroopers, emblazoned with the Pyerce colors, fanned out into the ruins, E-11s raised.

 

Two approached the staircase where Nathan was hiding. Any second now and he’d be done for.

 

He turned to stare at the darkness of the tunnels. He had only just emerged from that pitch-black pit, no part of him wanted to go back down there. But he knew the way, at least better than the Imperials. It was his only chance to survive.

 

So he allowed himself to be pushed further inside the temple. He scrambled down the stairs, ignored the shout from the stormtroopers above, jumped to dodge the blaster bolts that flashed past, and ran at a sprint through one of the lower doorways. He would disappear into the dark.

   

Nathan ran, and turned, and ran, and turned, until he was sure he had taken a convoluted enough path that the stormtroopers wouldn’t easily be able to follow. It was silent now, in the horrible way that caves sometimes are, where the pressure of the rock above seems to bear down and muffle everything in a quiet dark.

 

The blaster, he realized, had fallen when the exploding conductor knocked him down. He had nothing to fight with.

 

He felt terribly alone.

 

He really didn’t want to die in the dark.

 

Thoughts of Mayla helped brighten his mood, and her smile appeared in his mind’s eye. But those thoughts were quickly soured by the possibility that she was behind the Imperials’ appearance. Instead, he remembered the only people he knew he trusted, or at least closest to it. He wished Ozz were with him; he’d be just as terrified, of course, but at least they could banter back-and-forth about the hellishness of the situation. At least he’d have a friend.

   

“You must be Nathan.”

   

His heart flew out of his chest and he stumbled to the ground. A soft blue glow touched the dusty ground under his fingers, and illuminated his arms as he raised them in defense.

   

“Woah!” he shouted. “What--”

   

A woman stood there, though what she was doing was closer to floating. She was ageless and calm, and smiled at him softly in a way that the caretakers at the orphanage had, when he looked particularly foolish and in need of rescue.

   

“I met your friend, Ozzamandes. We enjoyed a lovely conversation.”

   

Nathan starred in the way one does when encountered with a ghost, when they had previously believed ghosts to be entirely fictional. Despite his shock, he was able to mutter a skeptic, “Doesn’t sound like the Ozz I know.”

   

He climbed to his feet with some effort, suddenly afraid this glowing...whatever-it-was would give him away. And that he was going crazy.

   

The woman became suddenly urgent.

 

“Come with me, young one. They search for you. I can show you a way out.”

   

“Yes,” Nathan burst. “Please, please. Thank you!”

   

She smiled, and gestured for him to follow.

   

They hurried through the tunnels, away from the distant sounds of stormtrooper chatter and the barks of the officer.

   

“Dark spirits haunted these tunnels, until today. Your friend convinced me to banish them.”

   

Nathan wasn’t sure what to do with this information. “Wow,” is what he settled for.

   

“Come, it isn’t far now--” she turned suddenly, alarm flashing across her noble face. “What--? Such...evil,” she scowled. “That presence, do you sense it? But I banished--”

   

In a horrible dying of the light, as though her glow suddenly sickened and withered, the woman disappeared. Nathan was left alone, once more.

   

“Hello?” he called in a unnerved whisper. “W-Where did you go?”

   

He gasped and jumped. A facemask peered at him from the half-dark, a long-fingered hand outstretched.

   

“What did you do to her?” Nathan demanded, backing slowly away from this new figure.

   

The creature stepped slowly toward him, its black robes swishing against the rock-strewn ground.

   

“The spirit returned to the Force. Do not be afraid,” slithered a voice.

   

Nathan felt himself go still, bound by unseen, unfelt hands. He grunted and struggled, but the ghastly mask appeared in his vision, craning down at him. The pallid fingers pressed against his face.

   

“Come, speak to Absalom.”

   

Nathan came to with labored, frantic breaths, his body numb. He slumped against the stairs in the atrium, the crumbled edge digging into his back. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the ground.

 

The creature from the tunnels stood watching him, but it was the Imperial officer who now filled his sight. He grinned like a madman, the sort of grin only moments away from killing you.

   

“What...the--” Nathan managed. Lt. Syfot had no patience for blubbering.

   

“You, boy. I came here for something, and--congratulations--you are in the fortunate position of giving it to me.” He cast a glance to the Vu’othh, saying quietly, “If my...consultant, is to be believed.” He then straightened and said, once again in his loudest, most in-charge tone of voice, “You seem to know these ruins well. I suspect your presence here indicates familiarity with the subject of my search. Yes, yes...I’d wager good money on that. You little leech.”

   

“Uh,” Nathan said, raising an eyebrow. “ I’m sorry, but...what the krif are you going on about?”

   

Syfot turned and whacked him painfully across the face.

   

“Shut your mouth, until I order otherwise.”

   

Hanging his head and wincing in pain, Nathan considered that maybe mouthing off hadn’t been the right move. One of his teeth felt loose.

   

“Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of time for you to talk soon. Garel, Targonn, Yavin VI...you have been busy, haven’t you?”

   

No way, Nathan thought. He couldn’t know that was them.

   

“Yavin is, naturally, the odd one out. But to lose two spies in the same sector, in the same week? These, I am sure, were you. And from there you picked up the trail, found your way to the temples of Yavin’s moon, and of course, to here. How do I know this? Because I am brilliant, you little fool. Hit him!”

   

Before Nathan could react, a stormtrooper stepped forward and slammed the butt of his blaster carbine into his gut, knocking the air out of him. He doubled over, his side aching.

   

“And if you started on Targonn, well, I wonder which of our agents it was you encountered first…the girl?”

   

Nathan felt any number of sudden, powerful emotions. He did his best to keep all of them away from his face. He went slack, diligently avoiding Syfot’s gaze.

 

Syfot apparently found this amusing. He leaned down until they were inches apart, a smile toying at the corner of his mouth. There were scars across his face, subtle ones, ones he had tried to conceal. The violence in his eyes was overwhelming up close. It was as though a wild animal were trying to play dress up as a gentleman.

   

“Ahhh, the girl. Quite the beauty, but, as I understand, it’s only skin-deep. You must know her as...Mayla, perhaps? Oh, my poor boy. Did she put you up to this? Is she why you’re here?” He tisked sympathetically, and Nathan wanted so badly to hit him. “Then she is truly cruel indeed. Now, I admire a little imagination--let no one say differently--but most of our agents accomplish Moff Pyerce’s goals in more traditional ways. I’m not sure I approve. But…” his grin widened, as did his eyes. “I cannot complain about the results. A most useful tool you’ve proven to be, indeed. You’ve rooted out our weak links beautifully! Congratulations are in order.”

   

Syfot started to clap, then looked around to his squad. “Come now, congratulate our young friend! Quite the hero.”

   

Hesitantly, the Stormtroopers began to join in the applause. Some of them added mocking words or cheers.

 

The Vu’othh just watched.

 

Nathan stared at the ground defiantly, feeling utterly defeated. What if it was true? It wasn’t unlikely. Of course he’d been played. Of course this had all been for nothing.

   

Finally, Syfot had had his fun. He gestured for them to stop, and like that, the room was silent but for the sound of thunder. His grin disappeared. He grabbed Nathan’s shoulder and his fingers dug in, his face so close Nathan could smell his breath.

   

“Now, your chance to be truly useful. Tell me, boy, what you know. Where is Balaam’s Heart?”

   

As if on queue, the sounds of starships rose over the peals of thunder to reach their ears. The stormtroopers rushed to the doorways, and raised their blasters. Syfot stared at Nathan a moment more, running his tongue over his teeth before releasing him, and turning towards his men.

   

“What is this? What’s going on!”

   

Nathan knew, and he managed a weak smile.

 

The Searchers had arrived.

   

“Secure my shuttle! Go! You, contact the Rigorous for fighter support!” He turned last to the Vu’othh, whom he stared at as though wondering if it was worth it. When he finally spoke, it was painfully polite. “If it pleases you, any aid would be welcome.”

   

The Vu’othh bowed its head slightly, and Syfot was glad to leave off there.

 

Nathan heard the scream of TIE fighters and the sounds of battle outside. He was pulled to his feet; they were going for the shuttle.

 

They left the temple for the diminished light of the storm-cloud sky, lighting striking with no delay. The Searchers, he saw, were on speeder bikes and on foot. Their freighters were not warships, and were only useful as transports. The stormtroopers had kept the Searchers at bay, engaging them where they’d taken cover behind the rocks. The lightning was a constant danger, and struck unpredictably around the dunes.

 

Nathan was pulled out into the open, and he saw the open ramp of the shuttle waiting for him. Imprisonment, torture...Imperial victory.

 

He heard a buzz from his left, and the stormtrooper let go of his arm. A speeder bike came hurtling towards them. Blaster bolts rang past his ears, downing one of the stormtroopers, and he felt someone grab his harness. All of a sudden he was being dragged behind the bike, the sand scraping against his backside. Someone grabbed his arms, tried to help him onboard.

   

“Gotcha, kid! Not bad for a guy who’s never fished!”

   

“Ozz!” Nathan grinned. He grabbed the bike as tightly as he could with both arms and legs. Eefo was driving. “Eefo! Thank you!”

   

As selfless and heroic as their mad dash to Nathan had been, it was bound to cost them something. That’s when the bike lost control. It was struck by blaster fire in the charge, lost one of its balance pylons, and went spinning out from under them. They all had the sense to bail, jumping and rolling roughly into the sand as the bike went smashing into the sand, bouncing, losing parts with every impact.

 

The battle raged around them. Syfot and the Vu'othh passed by, making their way to the shuttle when step 3 of Nathan's plan miraculously came to pass: a stray bolt of lightning came down in the exact spot where the shuttle had been landed. Superheated molecules made impact with engine fuel, resulting in a blinding flash. A spectacular blue explosion threw sparks and metal out of the left side of its hull, and the entire thing fell unceremoniously onto its side.

   

Syfot and his entourage stopped in their tracks, staring at what had been their plan of escape.

   

"No!" Syfot shouted. He turned to survey the battlefield, and that was when he spotted Nathan, Eefo, and Ozz lying a few meters away. The three climbed to their feet, and a stand-off ensued.

  

"Contact the Rigorous," barked the Lieutenant. "They must send everything! All our forces! Crush these insects!" He ordered, before turning to Nathan with fury in his eyes. "WHERE IS THE HEART, BOY! WHERE IS IT!" He screamed, his dignity long-forgotten.

   

"You'll never get it!" Nathan taunted, unable to resist the chance to rub it in. "You're a failure! You're pathetic! And you'll never get what you want. I'm going to take it from you." Nathan glanced at Ozz. "We're gonna take it from you."

   

Ozz had enough to worry about already. He had no axe to grind, and definitely no desire to provoke the near-rabid officer any further. "No, no, just you! You're gonna take it from him. I'll just...eh, watch."

  

There was a wave of noise from behind them. The Searchers made a push forward, giving the Imperials no choice but to retreat. Abay, newly restored to his former glory, led the charge.

   

Syfot turned to run. "I'll find you! I'll find the heart! You'll rue this day, boy! You'll wish you'd never crossed my path!"

   

One of his troopers pulled him into safety behind the wreckage of the shuttle, while the Searchers similarly enveloped Nathan, Ozz, and Eefo into their own battle line.

   

"Quite a mess!" Exclaimed Abay. "But nothing we can't handle."

   

Eefo looked at the Duros with barely restrained hope. "Scriptist, are you..."

   

"Back?" He smiled. "I certainly am." He looked at Nathan. "Did you find what you need, Son?"

   

"Yes! Once this fight's over, we'll go--"

   

Abay cut him off with a shake of the head. "No. If it concerns something worthy of the Empire's interest, you must go immedietly. Take one of our speeder's back to your ship. We'll handle these stragglers!"

   

Nathan struggled with that, but Ozz knew there was no time to waste. "We'll take you up on that, gramps!"

   

Eefo turned to them, her eyes serious. "I'm really free?"

   

"Yeah, I meant what I said," Nathan replied.

   

"Then I'm staying with my people," she said firmly, with another look at Abay as though she couldn't believe it. "I'll make things right. Thank you. Don't let the Heart fall into the wrong hands."

   

Nathan gave her a wry look, considering their previous conversations. "Are there right hands?"

   

"There are wrong hands," the Rodian replied bluntly, and she pointed at the waiting speeder. "Now go!"

   

They hustled away, ducked low to avoid blaster fire. Abay called out once more before they sped away.

   

"Take heart! Find hope! And may the Force be with you!"

   

Nathan sensed a funny feeling in himself, in response to those words. A sense of kinship.

   

"You too!" He called back, and, after checking to make sure Ozz was strapped in behind him, he gunned the speeder's accelerator. They'd get to the Lucky Star and get off this planet. They had to start translating Balaam's writings, and find the next clue, and they had to hurry, before the Empire could catch up.

 

There was no time to waste.

   

The battle raged on in Nathan and Ozz's absence. The Searchers pressed their advantage, but ultimately, they were unprepared for the sheer might of the Imperial reinforcements. They fought bravely, but TIE Fighters and the arrival of three more squads of Stormtroopers proved too much to endure.

 

When they had woken up that day, only a few of their most sensitive had sensed the coming tragedy. Most of them never saw it coming.

 

Robed warriors lay still on the orange dunes, white-clad troopers walking among them and prodding the bodies with their guns.

 

Only a few remained alive, including Abay and Eefo. Van Konn died in the fighting. The survivors sat defeated in a circle, some mourned aloud.

   

Lt. Syfot, now bandaged for a minor blaster wound, commanded the situation. The Vu'othh was at his side.

   

"The Duros is strong with the force," the Vu'othh told him. "He is dangerous. He must not live."

   

Syfot listened and considered the Scriptist with an appraising eye. Abay sat kneeling, his head bowed in solemn sorrow.

   

Syfot made his decision. "Which of you knows the most of things like...this temple?" He asked the circle.

   

Slowly, Abay looked up. "I do."

   

"And have you any pupils?"

   

Eefo struggled to her feet, her head held high. "I have had the honor of learning all he knows!" Then the fire entered her eyes and her voice. "You sick, poor man. You lack knowledge and respect. Your life is a withered one."

   

Syfot sneered. "Shoot the old man."

   

Eefo's eyes went wide.

   

"No!"

   

A shout went up from the Searchers as the Stormtroopers took aim. They shot Abay, again, and again, until he'd fallen over in the sand, his body smoking. This only happened for a moment, for his body soon disappeared, fading away into nothing.

   

This disturbed Syfot, but to the eyes of those around he was only thrown off for an instant.

   

"Bring the Rodian!" He commanded. "The rest will pay for their defiance: you know what to do, Sergeant!"

   

The squad of Stormtroopers trained their blasters on the defeated Searchers. Many of the robed scholars and warriors reacted bravely. Others bargained.

 

Troopers dragged Eefo away to a waiting transport, as she struggled and raged.

   

"No! They have done nothing wrong! Leave them be! LEAVE THEM BE!"

   

Her cries were muffled by the ship, and the rest of the Searchers joined their fallen brethren in a hail of blasterfire.

 

When the Imperials were gone, and the Searchers safe at the outpost found them, rites would be performed to return their spirits to the living Force. Each one of the dead would be well mourned and dearly missed.

   

Already concerned with something else, like a child quickly bored by a toy, Lt. Syfot shook his head in unsettled frustration.

   

"The boy has our lead on the Heart. Surely he's escaped by now...blast it all to hell. What do you think, Vu'othh?"

   

The tall creature had watched the execution with passive interest. It now turned to the Leuitenant with a wave of deference and spoke in its persistently unaffected tone.

   

"Cast away your fears, Absalom," it said, voice filtered by its mask. "The child will continue the hunt as the unknowing servant of the cause. You need only go where you know he must appear."

   

Syfot thought about where this might be. His eyes grew wide with understanding.

   

"Back to Mustafar. To the house you first spoke of, yes?"

 

His tone turned threatening. "Unless he already has that part of the puzzle. If I do as you say, we might very well waste time and lose the trail."

   

"Waste not your time. Send this one, Absalom. This one submits to your will."

   

Syfot considered it, enjoying the idea not the least because it meant a great distance between him and this vile thing.

 

"Very well. Return to the Mustafar system. Wait for the boy there."

   

"As you desire," said the Vu'othh, and it bowed. Tall and thin as it was, even inclined it towered over the Lieutenant. Another reason he kept their conversations brief.

   

Syfot turned to survey the battlefield once more, his gaze idle and passive, and entirely unemotional.

 

That is, except for pride.

 

The sight of the many bodies, their robed forms at odd angles and in crumpled positions, made him smile. He so enjoyed a lack of loose ends.

   

"Back to the Rigorous, men!" He announced. "Time is of the essence, and I have a guest to host."

  

Thank you so much Ozz!!! *hugs*

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwHFIZTAym4&feature=related

various / Killer Watts

Compilation Album

Trackliste:

A1 Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush / The World Anthem - 3:00

A2 Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush Rock /

'N' Roll Hall Of Fame - 4:06

A3 Ray Gomez / U.S.A. - 4:52

A4 Ted Nugent / Flesh And Blood - 4:47

A5 Trooper / Knock 'Em Dead Kid - 4:43

B1 Judas Priest / Rapid Fire - 4:07

B2 Blue Oyster Cult / Godzilla - 4:05

B3 Rick Derringer / Need A Little Girl (Just Like You) - 3:30

B4 REO Speedwagon / Back On The Road Again - 5:40

C1 Journey / Line Of Fire - 3:04

C2 Shakin' Street / Solid As A Rock - 4:26

C3 Trust / L'Elite - 3:59

C4 The Boyzz / Too Wild To Tame - 4:35

D1 The Joe Perry Project / Let The Music Do The Talking - 4:43

D2 Aerosmith / No Surprise - 4:26

D3 Ozz / Checkin' It Out (Baby Don't You Cry) - 4:26

D4 Molly Hatchet / Boogie No More - 6:05

sleeve design: The Artiflex Studio, Nicolas Marchant

Label: Epic Records / 1980

ex Vinyl-Collection MTP

www.discogs.com/de/Various-Killer-Watts/release/2179323

 

The Quest for a Cure team campsite build!

 

It was inspired by the story of the Wizzard of Ozz.

Punakaiki Rocks on the West Coast, our third day of my friends from the UK, trip around the South Island. We left Christchurch at 6:30am as we had a long day of travelling making our way over the Lewis Pass to Punakaiki and our first night stop over at Hokitika on the West Coast.

 

Punakaiki is a small community on the West Coast of the South Island of New Zealand, between Westport and Greymouth. The community lies on the edge of the Paparoa National Park.

 

The Pancake Rocks are a very popular tourist goal at Dolomite Point south of the main village. The Pancake Rocks are a heavily eroded limestone area where the sea bursts through several vertical blowholes during high tides. Together with the 'pancake'-layering of the limestone (created by immense pressure on alternating hard and soft layers of marine creatures and plant sediments), these form the main attraction of the area.

 

The Pancake Rocks are presently explorable by a number of walkways winding through the rock formations, parts of these wheelchair-accessible and others carved into stairways up and down the rock faces.

For More Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punakaiki

 

Any one interested in following our trip around the South Island.. here is a map: www.wises.co.nz/l/lewis+pass/#c/-41.801671/172.516537/8/

  

And lastly for our trio of plastic model kits: a vehicle that's been through a few makeovers now (for better or worse), but perhaps the original form is still the most recognizable. A family member has one of these (full-szie, not the model (haha!), and still in very good condition), though not in that signature baby blue color. A girl I went to school with *did* have the unique blue version however, and in immaculate conditon despite it being far from new at the time. Not necessarly a lot of older music in this week's reccomendations, but the variety should be enough to keep things interesting at least:

 

Fuel (Puppet Strings) - Yeah

Alice in Chains (Rainer Fog) - The One You Know

Van Halen (1984) - Jump

Dwight Yoakam (The Very Best of Dwight Yoakam) - Crazy Little Thing Called Love

The Alan Parsons Project (The Best of The Alan Parsons Project) - I Wouldn't Want to Be Like You

Injected (Burn it Black) - Ride the Snake

Cypress Hill (Strictly Hip Hop - The Best of Cypress Hill) - How I Could Just Kill a Man

Ozzy Osbourne (Blizzard of Ozz) - Crazy Train

Collective Soul (Collective Soul) - Gel

The Who (My Generation - The Very Best of The Who) - I Can't Explain

Johnathan Davis (Black Labyrinth) - The Secret

Tremonti (All I Was) - Giving Up

Adelitas Way (Stuck) - Dog on a Leash

David Bowie (Bowie Legacy) - Golden Years (Single Version)

Art of Dying (Vices and Virtues) - Get Thru This

Kings of Leon (WALLS) - Around the World

Fleetwood Mac (Greatest Hits) - Over My Head

Led Zeppelin (Led Zeppelin III) - Immigrant Song

www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/182444-f...

 

The darkness of the temple was all-encompassing. Their hololamps felt like comically weak attempts to fight back, as dim and small as they were. The huge, empty halls seemed to call out to them as they passed. More than once, Nathan thought he’d heard someone.

 

“What was that?” he’d asked Ozz, who stared at him with concern.

 

“Nothing, kid. Just like last time. Get a grip, would ya?”

 

Something glinted in Ozz’s light. He peered at it, trying to get a closer look.

 

Eefo, their guide, (and current victim of blackmail) led from the front.

“Come,” she said. “The deep archives are this way. If there are any records related to Balaam’s Heart, we will find them there.” Then she added, more bitterly, “We can only hope this excursion does not doom the known galaxy.”

 

Nathan frowned over at her. “Or maybe it’ll keep it safe. If we don’t find the Heart, Pyerce might. It’s worth the risk.”

 

“Woah, woah, woah!” Ozz exclaimed, and his excited cry echoed in the tunnel. He hurried over to what he’d found—a pile of artifacts, gleaming beneath the dust and sand. “These babies look valuable!”

 

Eefo and Nathan stood in the entrance of another hall, pausing to look back at him. Eefo couldn’t hide her disgust with his priorities.

 

“Artifacts for processing, not what you seek.”

 

“Yeah, not what we came here for,” Nathan said. “Come on, Ozz. Sooner we get out of here, the better.”

 

Of course, Nathan should never have said that, because that’s the exact kind of thing that leads to ironic catastrophe. And so it did.

The rumbling began quietly, but was deafening before they had a chance to react. The walls were trying to shake apart. The ground bucked underneath them. The tunnel was filled with the cacophony of shouting and the crashing of rock as they all dodged rubble dropping from overhead and dived for cover. What felt like forever was over in just a few seconds.

Nathan pushed himself off the ground and looked frantically for his friend.

 

“Ozz, Ozz!”

 

“Nerd?” came the weak reply, through a layer of fallen rock.

 

“Ozz!” Nathan shouted again, trying to pull away rubble. His efforts were in vain.

 

“I’m alright, kid! Just…in a different room. You got our bounty?”

 

Nathan felt a mixture of relief and annoyance surge through him, and he took several deep breaths. Eefo was getting to her feet nearby.

 

“You okay?” he asked. She replied with a thumbs up.

 

“Yeah, she’s okay,” he told Ozz. “Hey, we’re gonna make it out of this. Listen, try and go back the way we came, or find another path out. We’ll all join back up at the entrance, got it?”

 

“Sure, sure. Me, worried? About the dark? Nah. See ya in a bit, no problem.”

 

Nathan took a moment to rest after the stress of the cave-in. “He’ll be fine,” he told himself.

 

“Perhaps he will,” Eefo replied dryly. “Forgive me for my lack of concern.”

  

“Okay, Ozzie, okay. You’re gonna be okay,” Ozz whispered, casting his hololamp around the rubble to find a good path out. The way they’d come in was blocked, so he chose the next best doorway and started trudging along. “No worries, no worries. Think happy thoughts. You’ll get paid! Oh—“ he turned back and—at least something was going right—a few of the gleaming artifacts were strewn across the floor.

“Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!” Ozz hooted in glee, scooping up a few golden discs to stuff into his jacket. “Come to Ozzie! Now we just gotta find a way outta this pit, and Papa Ozzie can find a nice fence to hock to you to!”

He was glad Nathan wasn’t here to see him talk to treasure.

Now weighed down with future fortunes, Ozz trudged ahead into the dark tunnels and empty halls of the temple, all by his lonesome. He hummed to himself to ward off any fears. He really needed to start carrying a blaster. Nothing like a blaster to make you feel safe.

 

“Your pockets are heavy, thief.”

 

Ozz spun around, looking for the source of the voice. “Whosaidthat!” he cried, brandishing one of the discs.

 

“A denizen of this sacred place,” said the voice from nowhere.

 

“Oh…oh great, now I’m really going crazy. Amazing. Just ignore it, Ozzie, keep walkin’…”

 

“Ignoring a thing does not make it go away. Your name is Ozzie?”

 

“What? No, it’s…Ozzamandes. Hey, I’m not talkin’ to you. You’re just a voice in my head. Guy might look crazy talkin’ to himself like that.”

 

“I am not a manifestation of insanity, but of the force.”

 

“Ha, the force! Good one, brain.”

 

Suddenly, a creature appeared before him, a woman who seemed both there and not there at the same time, who shone with a ghostly blue glow. Ozz froze in place and stared at her, stunned.

 

She spoke with power and grace, and her face was severe. “A faith is a necessity for a creature, Ozzamandes. Woe to them who believes nothing. Woe to you, for I sense this void...within you.”

 

Shocked, Ozz’s grip went limp. A disc fell to the floor with a ‘clang’.

    

“Follow me,” Eefo said. “I will find us a way out of the tunnels.”

 

Nathan stopped in his tracks. “Wait a second. I want to get out too, but not before we find what we came for.”

 

Eefo’s face twitched. “Don’t you want to find your friend?”

 

“Yeah, but he’ll be fine, and ticked off at me if we leave this place with nothing to show for it. Can we still get to the archives after the cave-in?”

 

Eefo had been caught trying to wiggle out of showing him the archives, and she looked accordingly hateful.

 

“…Yes,” she spat. “Come, do not lose the way.”

 

As they walked, Nathan questioned her.

 

“The Scriptist’s madness, or whatever…he mentioned spirits. That’s just you, right? You’re gaslighting your mentor?”

 

“The spirits are real. The sabotage is mine, but the drain on his mind…the spirits are real. Dark things.”

 

This was not exactly the answer Nathan had wanted to hear while spelunking in a pitch-black tunnel.

“Oh, I see,” he said, shining his light behind him and hurrying to catch up.

  

“So what was your life like around here, huh? See any good holos?”

 

“As a Jedi scholar, I forbade myself from material pleasures, if that is what you ask.”

 

“Sheesh, aren’t you a bucket of fun.”

 

Ozz now continued his journey through the tunnels with the ghost woman at his side.

 

"You scoff. There is moral grandeur in this, no? The renunciation, the sacrifice this station requires? The self-exile, the remembrance of mortality, the committing of one's spirit to mystery and thought rather than toil?"

 

"Hah, I'd love to see you tell that to my pops. He loved toil."

 

"You use the past-tense. Your father is one with the force?"

 

"He's dead, if that's what you're askin'. We didn't see eye-to-eye, so wouldn't make much of a difference if he wersen't."

 

“But now you have another family? One of your own?”

 

“Hah! A family, nah. Just this kid mooching off my ship.”

 

“You have a child?”

 

Ozz shook his head, muttering to himself before replying. “No, no. Human’s name is Nathan, we’ve been working together for a few weeks. Can’t stand the guy, honestly. Always going on about safety and stuff. Takes himself too seriously. Got me fired once! For something I didn’t do, I’ll have you know.”

 

The woman smiled softly. “I sense care in your voice.”

 

“Pah! You’re hearin’ things too, then.”

 

“Love finds us in unlikely places. When it crosses our path, we are often slow to embrace it. We deny ourselves the comforts of familial care in order to protect our vulnerable, fragile egos.”

 

Ozz raised an eyebrow up at her and grimaced. “Geez, you get personal, lady. Bet you were a weirdo as a kid.”

 

They were stopped by sounds up ahead, strange howls and whispers that seemed to slither by in a tunnel before them. The woman flew in front of Ozz, her expression stern.

 

“What the keff was that!” Ozz cried, covering his head and looking around for danger.

 

“Dark spirits. My counterparts. The other side.”

 

“Well geez, terrible roommates! You just all hang out in the temple together? Just a big spirit party, good and bad?”

 

“I do not wish it to be this way. Their presence is a desecration.”

 

“Okay, okay…why don’t you evict ‘em then? You’re all glowly, I bet you could get rid of ‘em.”

 

“It’s not a question of my power, but of my purpose. I pledged myself in life to study and knowledge, it is not my place to raise hands against evil, but to equip those who do. I put them out of mind, and avoid their distraction.”

 

“Hm, couldn’t you make, like, an exception?”

 

She rounded on him, her expression fierce, her eyes wide.

 

“Does my life sound like one of exceptions, Ozzamandes?”

 

Ozz shrunk back from the frightful display. “Well, no. No, that’s a good point. But…”

 

The look on her pale face told him not to continue, but he was never good at listening to warnings.

 

“Well, you don’t really have a life, anymore. You’re—sorry if I’m the first one to tell you this—but you’re dead, lady.”

 

“I know this. Don’t insult my intellect.”

 

“Well then, you did good! You held to your pledges! They were pledges for life, right?”

 

She looked thoughtful, her brow knit. She said nothing.

 

“Besides, weren’t you the one that told me…ignoring something doesn’t make it go away?”

        

The deep archives were once locked behind doors that required power to open, powers neither Nathan nor Eefo had. But time and war wears away all things, this time to Nathan’s benefit. The doors were long since destroyed, and their access unblocked.

It was a narrow hall. Rows and rows of old books, many of them destroyed, lined the shelves.

 

Eefo gestured forward. “Feast away, you fool.”

 

Nathan shot her a look. “Kind of unnecessary, but…thank you for bringing me here. Where do I start?”

 

“Balaam’s Heart? I recommend ‘B’.”

   

“Oh, it works like that? Huh, I expected something weirder,” he said, and he stepped forward to scan the massive stacks.

 

Eefo looked on the shelves—the sheer amount of terrible, dangerous knowledge—and at the young man now searching amongst the tomes. Fear clutched at her heart. Her mind went to the blaster under her robes.

  

“You speak sense. Most unexpected,” the ghostly woman said.

 

“Oh, nice,” Ozz grunted. “I’ll try not to be offended about how you said that.”

 

“My apologies. Perhaps, as a spirit, my purpose is something different than what I was bound to in life. Perhaps I must evolve, as my being has evolved. Perhaps I must oppose the dark things here, and purify this temple. Thank you, Ozzamandes, for speaking with me. It has been most enlightening.”

 

“Sure, sure, any time. Now, I gotta get outta here, any chance…?”

 

“We have been following that path for some time. I have been leading you to your friends while we talked. They are just ahead.”

 

Ozz blinked in surprise. “No kidding? You’re alright, lady.”

 

“Ozzamandes,” she said, and her voice became serious and heartfelt. “Do not deny your care for your friend. You would rob yourself of greater riches than those you carry in your coat.”

 

Ozz avoided her gaze, nodding vaguely. “Oh, uh, sure, sure. Yeah, thanks for the advice.”

 

“And Ozzamandes,” she said again.

 

“What?”

 

“Please leave behind the things you’ve pilfered from my temple, if you please.”

 

“Oh,” Ozz blushed, and he casually removed the golden discs from his pockets and dumped them on the floor as gently as he could. “Sure thing, of course.”

 

She smiled. “Thank you. Farewell, I hope we meet again.”

 

“Me too, ‘cept I got no plans to come back to this joint. But uh, I’ll see ya when I see ya.”

 

A fondly amused expression was the last thing on her face before she faded away, and he was left in the dark. A door stood in front of him.

 

Ozz smiled proudly. “’Most enlightening’…Old Ozzie, who woulda thought!”

  

Ozz entered the deep archives. The first thing he saw was Eefo, hand on her blaster, and an unaware Nathan. Something in his chest swelled up, and his eyebrows furrowed. She was gonna blast his partner? Not on her life.

 

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” he shouted, and Eefo spun in alarm. She hastily drew her blaster. “Nate, look out!”

 

Ozz threw himself into the Rodian researcher, knocking both of them to the floor. The blaster went off harmlessly, a bright red bolt striking an ancient tome and completing its transition to nothing more than a pile of ashes.

 

Nathan ducked and swiveled. He stared at the prone Eefo. A few seconds and he would’ve been toast.

 

“Woah, woah! Thanks Ozz!” He suddenly grasped that Ozz was here, and grinned widely. “Ozz! You made it!”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Ozz said, dusting himself off. Eefo looked trapped. “Had some help. I’ll tell ya about it later. Geez, once a spy, always a spy, huh!”

Eefo glared at him defiantly. “You’ll bring ruin to the galaxy!” she said, her voice trembling.

 

She stood on shaking legs, and occasionally her eyes darted towards the shelves, wide with fear. She was like an animal, and Nathan felt, most of all, pity. He understood what was driving her.

 

Nathan grabbed Ozz's arm and pulled him aside. He whispered, "Hey, I'm trying to honor what you said on Yavin, I'm telling you before I do something crazy."

 

Ozz looked at him warily. "...Kid, whatever you're thinking, you better not risk our profit, here. We're in a golden spot with this!"

 

"No, I'm not okay with how we've done this. Catching spies is one thing, but blackmailing, threatening deserters to get what we want?" He shook his head firmly. "That's not how I want us to do things."

 

Ozz looked between his eyes, searching for a way to convince him otherwise. There was no chance. He had no choice but to back down.

 

"That's...another payout lost, kid. I hope you know what you're doing: we need credits! Finding your girl is gonna take credits, you understand?"

 

"I know, we'll figure it out! I'm sure we can pick up a side job or something, but...I want to let Eefo go free. She's not even a spy anymore."

 

Ozz threw up his hands. "Have it your way. But you're the least lucrative partner I've ever had."

 

"This pays off in other ways, Ozz.” He turned back to the Rodian, approaching her cautiously.

 

“Hey, I’m not mad that you wanted to shoot me, alright? It’s…well, it’s not okay, Eefo. But I get it.” He stepped forward, and she flinched. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he told her. “We’re going to let you go free. You don’t have to worry about us leaking anything, or telling anyone where you are, okay?”

 

Eefo raised a brow skeptically. She waited for him to continue.

 

“Now, I know you think what we’re doing is wrong. But…I wish you could trust me. My intentions are nothing but good, I swear. You’re right that this is dangerous stuff. The Empire is looking for it, and I can’t leave whether they find it or not up to chance. Please, you don’t have to agree, but…don’t shoot me?”

 

She met his gaze, and gradually seemed to calm. Her eyebrow still twinged in frustration, but she sighed, and the fight had left her.

“Yes. Alright.”

 

“Great,” Nathan nodded. “Ozz, help me find this book!”

 

Ozz was already by the stacks, and held up an old pile of slates bound together with rope. “Was it ‘Balaam’?”

 

“Yeah, why—“

 

“Here ya go.”

He passed the slates to Nathan. Sure enough, Balaam’s name was on them.

 

“No way,” Nathan said, staring. “Ozz, thank you!”

 

“No problem,” he shrugged, unaware of his partners efforts to do what he’d just done in one glance.

 

“We’ve got what we needed. Let’s go see sunlight again, huh?”

    

Eefo led them back through the tunnels until they found the staircase they’d originally descended. They were cheered to see the light flooding through the open archways of the temple doors. Cold wind filled their ears as they crossed the old atrium floor and ventured out into the open air.

They gasped in horror when they saw the sky.

An Imperial Light Cruiser lay in the upper atmosphere. A small, white shape was gliding down towards them; a shuttle.

 

“Aw, hell,” Ozz grunted, slumping hopelessly.

 

“No!” Eefo screamed. “No! They’re coming for the temple!”

 

Nathan blanched, and held Balaam’s slates tightly under his arm. “We’ve got to get out of here. We can’t fight that thing.”

 

“The temple is bad enough, but we must not lead them to the Searchers! The unencrypted archives, the research, they cannot be allowed to have it!”

 

His jaw firmly set, Nathan made a decision. “Ride back to the outpost, I’ll hold them here.”

 

“Kid,” Ozz said weakly. “What the keff are you gonna do?”

 

A plan was formulating in his mind. Nathan approached the small conductor Eefo had planted in the ground when they’d arrived.

 

“Eefo, show me how to work this thing. Then you both go, get to safety!”

 

“Hey, kid,” Ozz said, his tone full of worry in a way Nathan had never heard.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“We’re gonna come back for you. Just hold out, okay? Trust in the…the force, or whatever. You better be alive when I get here.”

 

“I’ll do my best,” Nathan shrugged. “Chances aren’t great.”

 

A grin broke on Ozz’s face. “Oy, bring back the optimism. You’re downright depressing, you know that?”

  

“I’ll bring back the optimism when we make some money, how about that.”

 

“Oh, so never.”

 

“Well, never say never!”

 

“Ha! There it is,” Ozz grinned. He patted Nathan on the side. “Take care, kid. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

 

“Geez, what’s gotten into you?”

 

“Oh, shut up. I dunno, had some time to think while I was in those tunnels. Anyway, enough dwaddling! Let’s get this show on the road!”

 

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit, Ozz.”

 

A few minutes later, Ozz and Eefo sped back towards camp, Balaam’s slates in hand.

Alone at the entrance to the temple, Nathan waited for the shuttle to touch down.

 

this jolly chap saw us off in the Auckland airport this morning, we are off to the land of deadly snakes and spiders, animals who carry their young in bags, land which gave us kylie minogue, ac dc, inxs and nick cave, the land of stupefying vastness and equally stupefying English accent, yes we are on our way to Ozz, Adelaide, the land of shiraz, one of the reasons god created earth, to grow shiraz that is.

by the time I am writing this we're already in Adelaide and on our flight I watched entire season of Fleabag. I caught a few short clips from it on youtube before and ever since I was dying to watch the whole thing. I tell you what, this thing alone worth half the price of the airfare. It is the wittiest weird comedy out there, the type only British can do.

Judge for yourself:

 

weird family party, conversation at the table, a priest, hot father the heroine is lusting after, and the heroine talking

 

father: I took over the parish after XX passed away

heroine: what did he die from?

father: from time ...

 

kristin scott thomas as 50 something lesbian business woman at the bar chatting to the heroine

 

heroine to KST: how old are you?

KST: 56, you?

heroine: 33

KST: oh yuk! don't worry , it does get better

 

but better let's just let them speak, it is totally priceless:

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yy6kbVptkRY

   

The fearless Barefoot Angel Dude leads the Technotabbies into headlong danger! [Please view large.]

 

Ozz and I had lots of fun working together on this project. We each contributed a pose to the other, and each of us posted a new photo today. Please see Ozz's Boyd's new photo too: www.flickr.com/photos/ozzboyd/3330533177/

  

Created in DAZ 3D and finished in GIMP. Background available at AvaxHome.

  

photographer: the wonderful Ozz Larsson