Real Me and a friend-Vietnam

ME

Krut Stel

My mentor, EkSeet has forced me to keep this stel in my own words as they occur to me.  It is an Oval Law enforced by the Kril Brotherhood. It is to supplement the official stel, which is edited and kept from prying eyes.  Except, naturally, for the StelaVal Courts governing Kril behavior.  Naturally is his word.  He advised me it must be the truth and must be in my own words and only my own beliefs and thoughts.  He advises me the penalty for not being truthful is death.  How's that for a choice?  He ain't shitting, either.  I saw too many examples to disbelieve him.  It will, of course, be checked against the official records?

How did I get here?  He says that answer will eventually come to me.  He will help me to understand.  My first memories are of the soggy night air at Tikumyax.  My mind scrambled from the Seech field, body tunneling or sucked into a parallel dimension.  No, that's not right, he said universe.  Can you believe there's a difference?  EkSeet says there is.  Who am I to argue?  I remember only the blast furnace heat behind me and being thrown forward into a black oblivion, ears ringing, lungs collapsed by the explosion, suffocating, mind numbed into an acceptance of death.  Passing on.  Sleeping with the angels. The end.  Only it wasn't.  Because I remember that night of service.  Of the reality of life or death.  Of chance.  Randomness.  Luck.  I'm so happy to be not dead and here.  Oh, cry for joy and merry Christmas, ace.  And many happy returns.  Ah, shit.

I'm profane, EkSeet, my man.  Therefore, it’s hard to dictate and keep from cussing.  My man, EkSeet, like the Negroes say, is righteous.  An American out of World War I with the manners of a scientist, which he is, and hi-born, which he ain't, but educated, which he is.  EkSeet, as he says, abhors vulgarity.  Since he wants the truth, fuck him.  I write to read it without feeling stupid.  EkSeet says as I grow younger I'll appreciate these thoughts much more.  Sure, ace.  Right on, man.

The Ovals are the instigators of the process.  The older, or should I say younger, Kril Chiefs of Staff, are the perpetrators of the pain and death selection; it is their training plan, not the Ovals.  They are the ones orchestrating the misery of kril recruits turned into Seeched Meat.  It is their methods and criteria that we are subjected to.  It pisses me off.  Not overtly, of course.  Suicide is not my career choice.  Yet it also makes me stronger and us protecting each other.

Jaguar and Xmucane

   “I would be leery if she did not object to me. It is well known my distaste for TOTL and Dinarchy ways especially in the Oval Confederacy. A Confederacy which includes the Cunacks, Dagot, and the Zar. None of them have a problem with my Oval feelings.”

   “Yes, they are loyal as are the majority of Ovals, our Arnamals and Germs.”

   “Keep our Arnamals and Germs where they belong; they are more Kril in nature.”

   “Yes, my OvalChanHalach, but as you are aware, not all the Ovals have shed their feelings for the Willow Way; Dirva speaks for them many times. She treats her Kril in her nest much like Dinarchy Willows.”

   “That is her right; but changing our society I will never allow. The Ovals have come too far and they will resist her should she become my successor.”

   “Perhaps you should nullify her…exile her?”

   “No, that would only encourage her minions. I am not a Dinarchy believer in the Willow Creed of governing. I only believe in the Cosmic Egg and struggle only with the possibilities of Time.”

   “I serve here to make you aware of those possibilities; my role is such, my OvalChanHalach.”

   “My time is limited; Uayebs are a drain on me. That is precisely why I wanted to speak with you alone. I honor your loyalty but you are aware I keep my own counsel. Many former OvalChanHalachs succumbed to other plots against them. But, you are my trusted sister, much honored by myself, Jaguar. My other Oval sisters, who are in the line of succession, do not have that loyalty to me. That is how it should be; everyone out of power always wants to be in power, thinking they can govern better. That is a part of my position and I accept it as one of my burdens of power. I cannot always do as I wish in these matters.”

   “There is another thing I wish to speak to you about; along those lines of plotting against you.”

   “We must hurry.” Xmucane was a stressed Queen. “I have to talk to one of the other former OvalChanHalachs about something before we go to the arena. What plot have you uncovered?”

   Xmucane and Jaguar spoke only for an Obet and then Jaguar melded out of the room as the former OvalChanHalach Dirva melded in.