Some of the boys start tugging at your suit so you show them the hollow point of your laser. They back up immediately at the sight of this evil magic, but the young leader intercedes on their behalf with a bow. "They only wish to prepare you, Starfallen," he says gaze held in submission, "for meeting Taelokvar..." A daring glance up, "one must be annointed to speak with the mighty one, you must understand this if you wish to speak to her."
'Her I knew it. This here's a whole damn mountain of masochists ruled by some alien dominatrix.' "...Of course, where are my manners." 'Gotta play by the rules if I want to meet this taelokvar person, then we'll see if the bitch is laser-proof.
You holster your gun and follow the still timid boys down the cobbled lane. As you pass, monastaries and gardens spew their young worshipers, as curious as any children, into the street. All wrapped in the same dull robes, they come to watch the man fallen from the stars. The white suit and its reflective helm send blinding scythes of light through the crowd which knock many young initiates to their knees in reverence. Teenagers correct them, hoisting them up and whispering warnings about blasphemy.
As the road crests and makes for the plateau edge, you notice an open domed building perched on an outcrop like a stone roc's nest. To this edifice, up winding steps watered out of grantite, the group proceeds, young priests dangling in an undisciplined manner behind. When you reach the tall cedar doors, however, all but your two attendants are shut out. These two then pull back their hoods revealing the fact that they were twins both with hair as yellow as the desert sands that piled against the mountain-base.
They lead you onto a circular silver floor piled with the most tempting hills of dried fruits. Black beads that resembled dates, amidst oblong and alien fruit -- all cured by the scalding sun. You look up and cover your eyes against the fiery orb glaring down through the cut ceiling. In moments you feel a bit like a dried fruit also. You look for one of the creepy twins to ask for a drink and get handed a wad of rope instead. Curious you let the tangle dangle and see in its knots a familiar shape disturbing in its implications.
"You want me to put this on?" A nod. You look at the outfit once more -- it reminds you of something earth-woman (the bimbos of the galaxy) might wear, designed to leave little to the imagination; 'but I'm a man, god-damn-it!'
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