A big book about trees

Towns turning on outsiders, bodies rejecting invaders these are natural tales and are often expected but think of outsiders as trees. We cut them down as the order of things. It’s what we’ve always done. But trees are alive say the naysayers, so what so often the retort. However we cannot feign such ignorance in the face of science which proves that trees feel pain. People write books about outsiders, survivors tales but no one writes a big book about trees.

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Ch.2

Nostrad checked his cockpit readouts, “We should be nearing ground zero momentarily,” he shouted out to the team. “Until then would you like a drink before we get started.” He handed off the wheel to an attendent and sauntered over to a small cooler, “What would you all like?”
Several drinks and jokes later they finally reached their destination… The signs of desolation were bleak and dark. Tamada stepped toward the bow, “Nostrad can you do me a favor? Once we all step off the vessel can you or your grandfather raise the ships altitude and have a mirror aiming the light at me?”
“What for?”
“You’ll find out.”
“Pops can you take the wheel I want to see where this goes.”
“Sure”

****

Nostrad was the last one off the ship after checking all of the gears. He grabbed a radio transmitter to be able to make contact with the ship to adjust its altitude for Tamada’s specifications. He made his way to the groups gathering point

Unforseen consequences

The ticking of Telermus’s pocket watch was almost inaudible over the sound of his heavy heart beat. Everything was falling apart around him, his employees dying along with his dream. He was frozen in shock unable to move. Then all of a sudden everything seemed to stop. Cogs were floating in midair, engines caught in mid-swing, steam not rising, when all of a sudden out of the deafening silence came a tick. Which was followed by another tick what seemed a lifetime later. Telermus shook himself, what appeared to be frozen in time was really just stuck in time, time itself had not stopped, merely its viscosity had changed. But somehow he alone was unaffected.

He made his way toward his dream, the thing that brought all around him to ruin. It was an experiment to compress steam vapor to the pressures found on Jupiter, to create a large powerful steam battery.

His clock ticked again, and he moved faster. The unopposing hunk of a hundred thousand folded layers of ceramic sat there mocking him in its composure amongst the disaster unfolding around him. He brought out his pink lace handkerchief and wiped his brow. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he muttered emptily to the world around him. He grabbed the glorified vapor filled china and made his way out of the building…

Three minutes later the building collapsed, but he was long gone.

* * * * * *

The two rinohorses hooves clacked heavily along the cobbled road. “Why have you called us to London?” Amelia was growing quite cross with the drivers prudent choice of silence.

“With all due fairness we never called for Mr. Krost, we only called for you,” said the driver. Her father swiveled in his seat to look towards the drivers direction from within the carriage. He cleared his throat.

“Looks as though the man can talk. If you can talk then explain why are we in this country??” her father interrogated the driver. Amelia looked out over the smoky streets of London, much different from the rest of England, and far different from her homeland.

“Because the top brass have a job for her,” the driver cleared his throat, “and I have already said more than I should have so I won’t be answering anymore questions.”

“Well thats great, you only left us with more,” her father responded hotly.

“Father, look its the Ben!” Amelia looked out and pointed through the window at the ancient reconstructed clock-tower.

*****
Miles away another embarkment was in progress, one of a much more famous ordeal. Nostrad Bartholomew Tucker III, the much rumored grandson of the the famous strategist General Tucker– ***whose crew never had a single casualty in the seventeen year war, however thats not to say they never faced battle, in all truth they saw more battles, then all the rest of the airship armada combined, and never lost. While his grandfather was world renouned, his father was an infamous pirate never caught, and left his newborn son and Nostrads mother at his fathers castilo, and disappeared into the clouds. Nostrad grew up playing chess and other tactical games with his grandad, and General Tucker never won, though not for lack of trying.
Nostrad Bartholomew Tucker III was on the helm of his ship when he caught wind of the news, he was to go to London. “Grandad we recieved a new mission!” he called out.
“Merrrcy me, my boy. You might have an adventure yet.”
“I think that may be a bit much to ask for.”

***********
[He wasnt the only one to catch wind of the news, his father heard it over his makeshift radio hacked into all the private national channels. He looked outside of the captains quarter through the window to his crew and muttered under his breath, “I sense a bad wind on the rise…”

********
The smell of electricity and metal was heavy in the air, frequented by intermittent zapping. Dr. Nikcoal Tesla kept rechecking her data, in astonishment. She called out to her lab techs, “Someone send a quantum message to English Parliment. It’s urgent.”

At that moment, a royal English messenger swallow arrived, “Mam, it’s about a recent explosion at Tellermus’s factory.” A look of shock and apprehension overtook her face. Her already pale face became a much more ashen hue. The gears in her head started rolling, she quickly regained her composure.
“That man, he never ceases to amaze me. Henry! Fetch me our quickest personal flight prototype. This meeting I must make mysel–”
“Wait mam,” cried out the assistant by the bird, “it says that they are assembling an investigating team that they would like you to be a part of, and without your membership you would be unauthorized to investigate the matter further, under penalty of funding…”
“Damn bureaucrats and their fiscal pushing, fetch the mobile lab and park it out front. Seems I have some freshening up to do,” she walked into her study and packing extra fundamentals, into her bag. Her study had a rustic natural look, bending more towards eastern feng shui than the metal-bound minimalism found everywhere else in the household. This was her natural abode, she did not disrespect the darwinistic approach toward engineering, she simply felt that she was a stronger electrosteam designer. She gathered all of Tellermus’s papers she had into her bag, and took her hair out of its bun and refluffed it and quickly restyled herself for bureaucracy.

*******

Smoke filled the conference room with the scent of Toscano, the Italian, in his custom tailored Tuscan red suit and Florence green vest with floral designs, slowly leaned back in his chair of italian leather. Blowing out more smoke in a sigh his warm bass voice spoke up, “I am as you can obviously tell, not of this country… And that is the point. We have decided to deobfuscate some measures of this joint-team at this point,” at this point Mr. Kenrad Frost shifted as though to raise his hand, at which point the italian waved his hand at him, “Momma mia can’t you hold your questions to the end; now, as I was saying. The nature of this team is multinational, multicultural, and multilingual, and above all else the highest grade of professional in their fields.
“All of you in this room are here because you are the best of the best. Although a couple of your team are en route we assume you can get them up to speed quickly. Mr. Krost I said wait,” he reached into his Italian leather satchel pulling out a manila envelope, “This contains all that we know on the research Telermus was doing, the material requests, the site pre-investigation, and known living associates. Your team is solely in charge of this case and no other investigative branch has jurisdiction. All information pertaining to this case is highly confidential so I request that you do not share this information with your family as they do not have the necessary clearance with the exception of Mr. Tucker’s grandfather. Mr. Krost if you would kindly leave the room for the duration of the conference,” an aide comes from a hidden wall in the back and whispers in the Italians ear, “Ah excellent timing. Mr. Krost as you leave kindly leave the door open for the two members approaching the door.”
Mr. Krost slowly rose from his chair grumbling more audibly than not, the chair creaking, he walked to the door with extreme apprehension and whispered, “Hang in there sweetie,” and smiled meekly door in hands.
“Ah the woman of the hour and the other researcher I wanted to see,” the italian said, which prompted all those in the room to swivel their chairs to see the new entries.
The doctor readjusted her hair a few of her brunette hairs had fallen asunder, “I’d have gotten here sooner if it weren’t for this red tape bureaucratic nonsense. I need no team,” she looked down at Amelia and Nostrad, “especially one crafted from children and elders.”
The italian crossed his hands, “They aren’t the only ones here, and even if they were, their accomplishments are no more of a scoffing matter than your own. They are just as worthy of their positions as you your own.”
“And what exactly is this position I have so generously been awarded, for that matter what are the positions that these people,” she spreads her arms, “so richly have earned…” The Italian coughed, and stood up.
“Are you asking me or are you simply being rhetorically insulting. Nevertheless I will answer you,” he started walking toward Amelia as he spoke. “This is the worlds best maintenance and repair mechanical and electrical engineer prodigy. She comes from the Krost family line,” as he said this Ms. Tesla put her silk gloved hand to her mouth, the look of concern was plainly evident. The italian paused before he continued, “which you should have heard fairly good things of in your line of work, the premier Clock makers in all of the known world. They also produce all of the custom manufactured cogs, you’ve come to like so much. It might be in your best interest not to insult her further,” he said toying with her. “This is Tamada, a member of the light ninja clan, she is highly trained in the arts. She is here because she can recreate the scene exactly by rearranging the light back to what it was at any moment using her own method on the families ancient arts. She is from Japan.” He went to the next chair, “This is Kiriton Langly, from China’s lead cytologisticist and developer on new biodynamic designs, and has done some leading research in bridging biodynamics and hydrodynamic uses in machinery.” At this Nikcoal’s eyes lit up, but the italian moved on before any conversation could transpire, “This is Geoffry Dule, from Australia. He is the worlds leading trainer of biological systems. Almost all biological systems currently in use have either gone through his parents, him, or his team.” He started to round in on Nostrad, “This here is the most popular celebrity here, Nostrad Bartholomew Tucker III, son of the infamous pirate and grandson of the renound general.”
“Why is he here?”
“He is our tactical officer, hes never lost a game to his grandfather. He’s also being trained by him. On his ship, The ___________________, which will be your headquarters.”
Miss Nikcoal sat down in one of the empty chairs and sighed, “So… shall we get started?”
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Unforseen Consequences

The ticking of Telermus’s pocket watch was almost inaudible over the sound of his heavy heart beat. Everything was falling apart around him, his employees dying along with his dream. He was frozen in shock unable to move. Then all of a sudden everything seemed to stop. Cogs were floating in midair, engines caught in mid-swing, steam not rising, when all of a sudden out of the deafening silence came a tick. Which was followed by another tick what seemed a lifetime later. Telermus shook himself, what appeared to be frozen in time was really just stuck in time, time itself had not stopped, merely its viscosity had changed. But somehow he alone was unaffected.
He made his way toward his dream, the thing that brought all around him to ruin. It was an experiment to compress steam vapor to the pressures found on Jupiter, to create a large powerful steam battery.
His clock ticked again, and he moved faster. The unopposing hunk of a hundred thousand folded layers of ceramic sat there mocking him in its composure amongst the disaster unfolding around him. He brought out his pink lace handkerchief and wiped his brow. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he muttered emptily to the world around him. He grabbed the glorified vapor filled china and made his way out of the building…
Three minutes later the building collapsed, but he was long gone.
* * * * * *
The two rinohorses hooves clacked heavily along the cobbled road. “Why have you called us to London?” Amelia was growing quite cross with the drivers prudent choice of silence.
“With all due fairness we never called for Mr. Krost, we only called for you,” said the driver. Her father swiveled in his seat to look towards the drivers direction from within the carriage.