Before the Lakota recorders, Jason the captain of the Argo, who led the Argonauts' expedition to regain the Golden Fleece, foresaw this apparition heading for Earth:
R E T R O S T A R
D I R E C T O R Y
A N D
L I N K I N G
P A G E
RETROSTAR, OR, THE CIRCULAR WEB:
Chronicles of a Twin Earth, Sun, and Solar System Under Siege
Dedicated to Gabriel Tall Chief who first blew the horn and to M.G.Y. (Marty Gantry Yeager aboard RMS TITANIC) who couldn't hear it...
"Thou has been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the Sardius, Topaz, and the Diamond, the Beryl, the Onyx, and the Jasper, the Sapphire, the Emerald, and the Carbuncle, and Gold...thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast on the holy mountain of God; thou has walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire." Note: Each fiery stone of heaven is corrupted by the fallen cherub, Lucifer, the "Light-Bringer" who was Keeper of the Stones, and it acquires a different character and a guiding deadly creature of evil genius hidden within it, thus becoming the opposite of what God had made it.
The Originally Created Fiery Stones:
WELCOME! THIS IS EBEN CHEN, YOUR GUIDE SPEAKING. EARTH I AND EARTH II--WHICH IS YOURS? IT'S NO LONGER THE BEST KEPT SECRET OF THE UNIVERSE(S), THAT THERE ARE TWO EARTHS, TWINS INEXTRICABLY TIED TOGETHER, THOUGH PHYSICALLY SEPARATED BY THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BRIDGE THAT ONCE UNITED THEM. DO YOU WANT TO GO UP IN THE RAPTURE, OR DON'T YOU? EARTH I OFFERS THE RAPTURE, EARTH II OFFERS SOMETHING VERY DIFFERENT AND MORE PAINFUL. BETTER PICK NOW, OR THE TIME TO CHOOSE WILL VERY SOON PASS YOU BY!
ALL THOSE WHO PREFER DOING THINGS THE HARD, DANGEROUS, RISKY, MOST CHALLENGING WAY AND HAVE PICKED EARTH II, PLEASE ENTER VIA VOLUME I, FATAL CONVERGENCE! THIS IS THE ILL-STARRED POINT OF ENTRY FOR THE FIRST ALIEN ENTITY! WARNING: YOU CANNOT LEAVE, ONCE YOU ENTER THIS GATE! IT ALLOWS TRAFFIC ONLY ONE WAY.
The late great, state of the art, "unsinkable" Ship of the World has set sail on its maiden voyage with its cargo of fools, both fabulously rich and contemptibly poor, educated and uneducated, moral and immoral, beautiful and ugly, tall and short, nice tempered and ill-tempered, with nice teeth or with bad teeth, brown eyes and blue or black or brown, green or hazel--a complete human spectrum if there ever was one assembled together on one huge vessel. Certainly, there was more than room enough on this one. As tall as a New York skyscraper of that day, she was a whole city afloat, all the social classes present and fraternizing more or less amicably together to get to their destination, the New World's portal of New York, where they would part and, except for the super rich, never see each other again. Yet as sometimes happens with management at the highest levels, arrogance sets in, and just a tinge will do, impairing judgment and producing flawed decisions that, in the Titanic's case, proved just as fatal as it once did for the once mighty Titans who committed hubris and lost Atlantis.
That precondition corrupts everything man puts his hand to. A brain scan now to read people's thoughts? British scientist from University College London can now identify thought patterns by using functional magnetic resonance (fMRI). Chillingsworth's Ultimate Weapon, utilizing his brain scanning creation, is next to be developed. Terrorists can be identified by the fMRI, very soon now. The Ultimate Weapon is next, to not only identify but eliminate anyone who is a "terrorist," that is, anyone who opposes the coming World Government.
Sailing full steam ahead to New York and, ignoring every warning, straight into an ice field...
Aboard the ill-starred liner a little girl in First Class lay in bed, troubled with a bad dream about people, some she could recognize, splashing about in nasty cold, icy water, screaming louder than she was ever allowed to scream, while her nanny sat beside her reading her naughty French novel of illicit romance between a governess and a duke in a Gothic castle.
"Lullaby for TITANIC,"
by Eben Chen
I
Beneath the waters so cold and deep
A once great ship has gone to sleep.
No stewards, no crew, no Countess of Rothe,
Their lives fill the dustbin that conquered the Goth.
REFRAIN: Lullaby, Lullaby, rest thy soul, child,
Till you die;
Lullaby, Lullaby,
The wheat and tares together lie.
II
Fins fan the rust of staterooms’ dark decay,
Their gold and jewels in Time’s hand slip away.
No ship horn blast, no thundering steam,
A Ghost lies in pieces—a gray, silent dream.
REFRAIN
III
So sleep on, Titanic, your unreaped souls
Await the great Trumpet and the wrath of Bowls.
Your voices were stilled when you drank the last wave.
An Astor beds with stokers, a reverend with the knave.
REFRAIN
IV
The city shyster turned the bed
The village matriarch was laid—-
The Rubaiyat of Khayyim with Grey’s pure, milk-white maid.
So sleep on, gray Dreamer, until the last Trump,
And the angels cast doom on the earth’s blasted stump.
REFRAIN: Lullaby, Lullaby,
rest thy soul, child,
Till you die;
Lullaby, Lullaby,
The wheat and tares together lie.
Kiowa sages recorded the Great Canoe's sinking on their cowhide calendar.
Ero the Cybernaut also gazes into the devouring mouth of the Red Star:
In its path, planets and stars and entire galaxies are consumed by the red-flaming star which is able to expand galactically as well as shrink to ringstone size:
CHRONICLE ONE, PART I, VOLUME I, FATAL CONVERGENCE, RETROSTAR
Dr. Pikkard, Dutch Genius/Retrostar's Cosmic War Challenger # 1
At certain points in the war, Dr. Pikkard's greatest creation, the intrepid e-butterfly named Wally, is the lone combatant, as when he circled the earth at the side of the red blazing star.
Our RetroStar Chroniclers:
Gabriel Tall Chief, confined to bed in a children's hospice the remaining days of his CP-shortened life, shone like a pure blue star of heaven (which is awarded to those who fall in battle) in a red-star-dominated world. Which was more powerful? Only time and events will tell:
Gabriel's disciple and dream-weaver and dream-rider, Horace Brave Scout, who gathered the "fragments" of the chronicles that remained after Gabriel died and made a great leap for mankind by riding the dreams of others to fulfillment before he rode his own.
Chronicler Horace Brave Scout, Gabriel Tall Chief's heir, playing "Amazing Grace."
The Series of the Twin Earths is available on disk or can be electronically transmitted. The series consists of: RETRO STAR, Vol. 1, Fatal Convergence, Vol. 2, Cloud and Avalanche, Vol. 3. Battles of the DUBESOR, Vol. 4, Lost Chronicles; Part Two, Unchronicles, Vol. 5, Natal Convergence, Vol. 6, Beyond the Rapture, Vol. 7. Final Wars...Convergence at Orion
A "Letter to Agent, Outlines, and Overview and Marketing Strategy" of the Series":
Agent Letter, Outlines, Strategy
A Last Word Count in ANNO STELLAE 1997: 1,400,000
Outlines for VOLUME I, RETROSTAR:
CHRONICLES 1-24--WHAT'S IN THEM?
CHRONICLE ONE--WHAT'S IN IT?
CHRONICLES TWO TO SIX--WHAT'S IN THEM?
CHRONICLES SEVEN TO NINE--WHAT'S IN THEM?
CHRONICLES TEN TO TWELVE--WHAT'S IN THEM?
CHRONICLES EIGHTEEN TO NINETEEN--WHAT'S IN THEM?
CHRONICLES TWENTY TO TWENTY-THREE--WHAT'S IN THEM?
CHRONICLE TWENTY-FOUR--WHAT'S IN IT?
OUTLINES, CHRONICLES ONE TO FORTY-FIVE
OUTLINES, CHRONICLES FIFTY-EIGHT TO SIXTY TWO
Main Game Players (Earth II):
1. Ever wondered why the "Titanic" was named that? It wasn't the luxury liner's colossal size alone, which is the secondary meaning, since there were colossal-sized vessels built and sailed before this time. Rather, her namesake was the non-human race of Titans (Atlanteans) who built and then lost Atlantis on the twin Earths; then tried repeatedly to re-assert their rule over Earth II; they are a super-powered species that has turned vampire and lives almost indefinitely, as they blend with vigorous animal species and also are able to inhabit hybrids of their own making. With so much going for them, they should be supreme and unbeatable. Yet they have a fatal flaw. Their major downfall, besides arrogance that led to hubris, was constant in-fighting and power struggles as this claimant and that claimant for the throne duked it out, with no gloves and no holds barred. A house divided will fall, and theirs proved no exception. If that isn't apparent, since you may not have known you were looking at an Atlantean, go to the remains of their past human successors, and view the once glorious cities of Lord Chocolate and Smoking Frog--they are now ten feet under the jungle in Guatamala.
2. The Ten Stones of Fire (Starlike, Jeweline, Super-intelligent, Alien Entities), each performing as OP, or, Opposing Player, with the aim of conquering and destroying the Earths, I and II, and their respective universes.
3. Dr. Pikkard's Computer Wargame, represented by Wally, an electronically-created, free-roaming butterly who fights for humanity's survival against the Alien(s)
4. Human "Alphabetic" or A-Z Champions, also a subgroup called DUBESOR, or the Rosebud Champions
5. Yeshua, the A and Z, the Alpha and Omega, and the Aleph and Tau (also known as FC from the 21st Century onward, the so-called "Forbidden Category" that all politically correct societies vehemently rejected.)
LIKE ANY THISTLE OR WEED, EVIL CANNOT ARISE SPONTANEOUSLY FROM NOTHING. EVIL SPRINGS FROM PREPARED, THAT IS, DISTURBED SOIL--AND THE BEST PREPARATION SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL IS SOIL THAT IS RADICALLY TORN UP BY WAR OR HUMAN STRIFE. EVEN BEFORE THE TITANIC'S SPECTACULAR MAIDEN VOYAGE AND DIVE TWO AND A HALF MILES DOWN IN THE NORTH ATLANTIC TO THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS, RECORDED IN CHRONICLE ONE, SOME CLUES ARE GIVEN US. FOR INSTANCE: ON BOTH EARTH I AND EARTH II A CERTAIN CHOICE OF A YOUNG RUSSIAN ARISTOCRAT'S FIANCE (UPPER CLASS, KREMLIN-BORN AND BRED DAUGHTER OF A COURT PHYSICIAN, KNOWN LATER AS ONLY THE "OVERLY POSSESSIVE" WIFE OF THE NOBEL PRIZE-WINNER COUNT LEO TOLSTOY) PREPARED THE WAY OF THE ALIEN ENTITY ON EARTH II AND THE DRAGON ON EARTH I: FOR THIS CHECK OUT SCENARIO I. THEN RETURN FOR SCENARIO II, WHICH REVEALS THE GREAT RECORDER HIMSELF, CHRONICLER GABRIEL TALL CHIEF. FINALLY, SCENARIO III, WHERE A KREMLIN STARETZ (PROPHET) REVEALS YEARS BEFOREHAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN IN THE ILL-STARRED 20TH CENTURY OF BOTH EARTHS, WHEN SOMETHING WORSE THAN THE H5N 1 STRAIN OF THE BIRD FLU VIRUS IS INFECTING THE TWINS, SO THAT THEIR INTERTWINED FATES ARE ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO SEPARATE FROM EACH OTHER.
RETROSTAR CHRONICLES:
RETROSTAR CHRONICLES DIRECTORY
Some centers of lost non-human super-civilizations on the Twin Earths:
Earth I's supercontinent, which may have contained all the continents which presently exist:
Earth II's lost first civilization, Mukalia, and its continent:
Earth II's second "Mother Continent," Atlantis II, after the Re-Location of the Planet:
After the secularist, power-mad, self-deifying Atlanteans gained total control of Earth II, world supremacy was not enough, of course, so they turned to fighting amongst themselves in endless dynastic struggles for the imperial throne. That they ultimately destroyed their own future by almost constant battles that bled them low in numbers and technology was not as important to them as who, what particular royal-blooded prince or princess, gained the upperhand over other claimants and temporarily occupied the throne. This was and still is the fatal flaw of the Atlanteans: the fanatical, even sociopathic worship of supreme state power, and no god but themselves to wield it (they really believed they were each individually a god), which meant that each Titan believed he or she alone was entitled to supreme power. Shirley MacLaine, J.Z. Knight, Oprah Winfrey--pathetic caricatures of real Titans, yet claiming the same godhead and powers on basis of their wealth and celebrity! See how these godlings strut and parade! Hordes of them can be seen in the corridors of political venues and the entertainment world today, loaded and larded with impressive honorifics, strutting and posturing to intimidate and impress masses of slaves, beggars and fawning, gushing sychophants, while keeping an eye out for rivals, stalkers, and assassins that are probably lurking in the shadows.
What price epic glory? Aeneas, Founder of Roma, flees burning Troy with his wife and child, carrying his aged father Anchises. The Roman poet Virgil immortalized him in his epic verses, the Aeneid, but Virgil's name will be dust someday, whereas Troy will not be, and Aeneas will not be, as there is something more enduring, more lasting, in a brave man's heroic fight to save his doomed city and country and family than there is in the a victor's circle where kings and their allies celebrate their arms and military triumph.
Eight year old Honorius Urbanus and his distinguished father made a special trip all the way from Glevum in southwestern Britannica to Roma, the ruling capital of the world. It did not start so auspiciously, however, after they crossed the water and traveled through barbarian- ravaged Gaul. Even northern Italia (Cisalpine Gaul) was just as broken up.
Rufus Urbanus was upset, for the sake of his Honorius. Was this to be the memory of it bequeathed by a father to his son? If so, it was a bad journey! Rufus thought, feeling he should have gone alone and faced such things rather than expose his young son to them. Yet further on they found the real borders of the shrunken Western Empire still held firm, for the time being anyway. Beyond was Roman civilization as it had always been--glorious and proud and well-ordered--and they proceeded south on the Roman road directly to the Queen City itself. There young Honorius would see the sights that would forever blaze in his memory: Roma in her full glory and splendor, a city beyond description, the like of which the world had never seen before and would never see again after the barbarians broke through the borders and had their way with her.
Chronicle of the Phoenix of Britannica, Out from the Ashes, Vol. IV, Retrostar
Unchronicle of the Road to Roma, Vol. IV, Retrostar
UNCHRONICLE OF THE LAST SHIP TO MASILLIA, VOL. IV, RETROSTAR
The Blue Bridge Wars, Star Annals, Vol. IV, Retrostar
Star and Twin Worlds Timelines
Brief Account of the Twin Earths
Bridges of Destiny
Star Map of the Re-Located Earth, Twin Earth Atlas, Stellar and Terrestrial
Argo, Ships of the Line
Volume IV, Appendix, Part I
Volume IV, Appendix, Part II
On both Earths, diminutive Holland has always prospered like a little scarlet rock rose on a hard place. Where her predecessors and contemporaries gave up in despair, she reaps bountifully where others cannot scratch a bare subsistence living. Hollanders developed their expertise in turning adversity to prosperity and learned how by first cultivating their wretched patches of high-sodium tidal flats in northern Europe to produce the best creameries and flower businesses in the world--and continued to thrive on up to the collapse of the World Government of Chillingsworth's in the 22nd Century of Earth II. But the deepening New Ice Age tested the mettle of the Dutch in America beyond even their supreme ability to cope, and slowly, inch by inch, they were forced south, though they did not give up willingly and fought like savages for every blessed Dutch inch.
Map of Holland America
Extraterrestrials and Terrestrials
The Algol Invasion & Client Species
The Star-Stones, the Evil, Scheming, Destroying Jewels of Fire, & Other Fatal Jems:
Universe Terminator: The Sardius, or Carnelian, Red Star, Stone of Fire, Fiery Stone, the First Alien Entity, Wormwood, Wormstar, Retrostar
Curses attached to certain diamonds and other precious jems--are they fiction or real space and time things? The late Vera Boch beautifully illustrated the malevolence and deadliness that lurked in the most alluring and costly jewels known and valued by man since the earliest ages:
Joseph, Alphabetic Champion on Atlantis II, Earth II, fought the Carnelian AKA Sardius, but this rather moody lady with an eye for handsome young men almost tripped him up before that event. How many Zenobias have you slept around with, missing your golden destiny and taking something in exchange that glitters like fool's gold but is worthless? Why? For Joseph, abstinence paid off royally, and royally it was! He was made second in the realm of the Pharaoh by No. 1 himself, with all the royal perks and palaces and the most beautiful debutante in the kingdom for a wife. Object lessons are no longer learned or taught in school (which says to you, hey, sweetheart, you deserve it, you can have it all now, so do it!). Object lessons are learned in life--and "yes" is not a word you need to know. Rather, the word that will save your life and your destiny is "no!" Joseph was young, and his milk duds were no doubt hot for a beautiful woman, the wife of his employer, but he knew better, so he refused to cast reproach on his God and his father, and also defraud his trusting employer. He said the magic word "no," a number of critical times to her, and consequently he was catapulted to the top of society, becoming the savior of a world in famine.
We would have never heard of him if he hadn't said "no." He would have disappeared, a nothing, just like everyone else of his generation. But let's get down to the road with our rubber. Will we be hearing about you? Unless you're already a celeb, nobody will care if you say "yes" to Zenobia--nobody except her husband, that is--and then you will just have to take your lumps with him hot on your trail, bubba.
The Topaz
The Sapphire also came to rule during the Dire Night, the Era of the superintelligent but polluting Arachnid species, the Algol's Dominance on Earth II:
Changing colors with during each second of entry into Earth II's atomosphere, the fiery star-stone sought out a convenient hiding place where it might temporarily cool itself while it was hatching out plans for the utter subjugation of the unsuspecting, utterly defenseless, new world around it.
around it.
Peter van de Wordt's downward spiral ultimately ended in the crystalization of his stubborn, "plain" Dutch heart and will--a black as night jetstone was the result, which contained all he was, quintessentially. When you turn against and resist the Light as often and completely as he did, you harden at heart, you become like concrete inside, and the aggregate grows, until it encases everything that you are in life--right up to the moment when you crystalize into your final hell of complete petrification.
The Black Crystal and the White Ship
During Homer Bean's odyssey, seeking his true identity hidden somewhere in Atlantis II, Homer's path crosses with Topaz-doomed individuals such as this one--a bar-hopping Publicatexan bloke who drank something that wasn't particularly good for health perhaps, from the looks of him.
The Constellations of Earth II are quite different, before and after Re-Location. This Planisphere gives some indication of the differences and also the shape of a different but still recognizable parallel journey of planetary destiny:
The stars that rule Hollywood are not necessarily human. Some of them may even be Alien Entities. Purity was the essence of the Fiery Stone of Heaven, before its corruption. Something quite the opposite grew into the frog that became its guiding spirit-form, and this toxic, slimey Frog-Spirit began croaking out detailed instructions to the various movie moguls and via them to the entire industry.
Analogies, metaphors, literary allusions, parables, and such devices can only go so far with certain dense mentalities who have everything figured out, they suppose, so here are a few basic applications of certain principles of life for these beetle-browed folks that speak more matter-of-factly and mundanely to them on their level.
If star-stones possess enormous powers, so do statues of certain stellar like individuals in the development of the Twin Earths. One such powerhouse of an individual was Winston Churchill. Long before he was prime minister, this man stopped a train once in South Africa, got off, had a tub brought out to him, and without a glance at the passengers all watching took his daily bath while everyone in the sweltering train waited in the hot sun, then dressed, got back on, and the train proceeded to its destination. When he became angry over something, the whole terrain began to shake around him, or seemed to shake. Dead or alive, you soon learned to be careful not to offend him, or you might find yourself sailing headfirst through a thick, plate-glass window--emotionally, of course, since the great one would never think to put his meaty hands on you and throw you out bodily. He accomplished the same feat with his tongue, with a mere word or two, and sometimes a glance would suffice. Obama would not be able to sustain one glance of this real man. You need not throw your money down and bet on it. You'd lose.
Ever since Emperor Obama banished Churchill's statue from the Oval Office, finding the comparison with true greatness too much for his insecure, thuggish ego to endure, a certain angry spook has been haunting the corridors of the White House, and it looks pretty much like this formidable personage--the same who stood up against the juggernaut of Nazidom assaulting all free Europe--and won! His antagonist, the mighty Hitler, was driven into a hole in the ground, a bunker in Berlin, and died there with a bullet by his own weapon rather than face the victor, Winston Churchill, while dressed in an orange jumper suit. How long exactly would the likes of Obama last in the presence of Winston Churchill? No wonder that statue, a mere representation that it was in harmless stone, had to go!
Given enough rope, the current "administration" of Chicago's Tammy Hall installed in the White House is
hanging itself with its own wanton abuses of power. The best solution to the
hijacking of the U.S. government, economy, the states, and society by a Karl Marx-loving group of displaced Windy City politicos is not to
shorten the rope now, but to give them all the rope they want and they will make a big enough
noose to hang them all themselves!
Such a display of vulgarity! Indeed! Bette Middler at Annapolis, her salad days definitely over, titivating the cadets with a little sleeze? No, someone even more brazen and vulgar.
About to disembark from a sky-chariot, a Titan of the 21st century lets his hosts know exactly what he thinks of them, with the degree of civility that characterizes him and his superior at the Obama White House. Beginning with outrages to human dignity, continuing with outrages to human dignity, the Obama Administration proceeds true to form, its minions exhibiting not the least shred of human dignity and self-respect. "Respect yourself," went a popular song, a good popular song. To Ron Emmanuel: Respect yourself! If you did, you would respect the Jewish people wherever they are, wherever they seek to maintain their own well being and pursue life, liberty, and happiness. Anyone who fails to respect himself, commits outrages against humanity, which includes the Jews, which includes the Israelis, despite all their detractors say (who are hardly moral exemplers, justified in using a self-righteous tone when discussing or attacking Israel and the Jews!). Once you disrespect yourself on a regular basis, any outrage is possible, and you will even pride yourself in the range and ferocity of your outrages--such as those Vladimir Lenin and Joseph Stalin (oops, "Stalin" wasn't really his name, it was Djugashvili, or "Jughead" for short)) prided themselves in, who together were probably accountable for the enslavement, torture, starvation, and brutal deaths of forty or fifty or maybe even sixty million human beings.
Chief Counsel to the Obama, he stands next to the God of Hope and Change, and his name means, "God With Us." How appropriate is that, except for one small hitch, this is no God by any stretch of the imagination. Their latest power grab is to take over the Internet services so they can suppress free speech on it and regulate the content as they please! Oh, such hope and change they are bringing us--it is beyond description, it is unspeakable, it is indescribably vulgar.
We have a rather impressive idol now in the White House, do we not? If it doesn't sing, it does talk a lot. But there is something to consider. However big and grand you make an idol, know that it is gonna fall someday! The bigger they are, the harder they fall, they say. This one, engineered for Michael Jayson, the Pop-King of the World Government, did not exactly fall, it was blown apart on impact with a nuclear space rocket left over from the Soviet Era, a runaway museum piece commandeered by the hapless Larry Prufrockski on an optional trip of a tour that went badly awry (away from his job in the railways, everything he touched ran off the tracks!). Whatever the agency, there is a divine working in the scheme of things that will get round to the evil of this world, sooner or later. You have two earths, Twins, to work with in this series, that can answer most any question you have concerning how Evil makes its own comeuppance. Take your pick! Which one do you live on, and which Comeuppance is coming for you, do you suppose? Which world do you prefer to take your lumps? Wherever you reside, the Twin Earths have something to say to your situation, or you are probably residing on some other planet than Earth(s), in which case there will be nothing further to worry about, since there is no breathable air on the other planets, so we have already heard from the scientists anyway.
NEW CHRONICLES SOON IN PROGRESS:
UNCHRONICLE OF THE NEW CLEOPATRA, A.S. 60-79, VOLUME IV. Dramatis personnae: the Great-Granddaughter of Herod the Great, Berenice, Nero, and the Flavian Emperors Vespasian, Titus, and Domition, not to mention the Plinius the Younger, Plinius the Elder, and Mt. Vesuvius in venues of Jerusalem, Roma, and Pompeii. How a beautiful woman played a major role in the destruction of the both Roma and Jerusalem and Pompeii and Heruculaneum, after Nero refused the warning when he gave the order to behead Paulus the Apostle of Christus in Roma.
CHRONICLE OF THE BLUE BRIDGE SALIENT, A. S. 73-79, Part II, Starship Titaness, a Hollywood screenplay writer is working on a Grade B movie script to star Zsa Zsa Gabor when the actual events took place in Orion the Hunter with Elektra, a princess of the Atlantis that was destroyed in A.A.S. 10,000, who is vying for the super-powerful crystals she has discovered in the Cavern of the Great Nebula.
UNCHRONICLE OF CORPORAL CODD AND THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE, CHRISTMAS EVE, A. S. 1916, VOLUME IV.
Cpl. Codd, driver for a knucklehead, stuff shirt lieutenant in the 4th British Army fighting disastrously on the Somme against Imperial Germany on the Western Front of the Great War in 1916 witnesses the stupendous miracle of an unofficial ceasefire all along the line from the Atlantic west coast of Brittany to the Somme River in France.
