Unedited Saga Of Setesh

He awoke, in dull grey, and in pain. Pain was not something he was used to, he atempted to sit up, and then discovered his ankles and wrists were encased in shackles,connected by a single leignth of chain. He couldn't move no matter that he'd wanted to. His limbs were beyond stiff and aching painfully.

His eyes adjusted to the dimn light, the floor on which he seemed to have been tossed (his side, including his head hurt more than the rest of him) was a myrad of collors of tiles, small tiles. The walls were the plain matalic of a storage room . He could be anywhere. He was not one of inactivity, it had never sat well with him, and it seemed it was something in which his father approved:

Peple who like to be lazy are prevedted from doing so by thier own minds. Despite themselves, thier brains keep on working, thier minds generate a lot of false thinking. When you false think, you get caught in the six paths, turning around with out cease. Originally your you wanted to be lazy, but indoing so, you end up taxing your brain even more. You waste no small amount of energy in haing random thoughts and you end up even more tired and more lazy. You get lethargic and feel that everything is meaningless. In this way it is good, the inordinatly lazy don't go aroudn steeling things.and you will accidentally keep the precepts of civilized society.


He closed his eyes, his fear and disorientation choking him, but he remained quiet. His father told him that some day, this may happen. His father had many enamies, he would have to be strong and crafty if he was to survive, let alone escape what ever this was.

He vaguely recalled the breathing excersises his father taught him in order to calm himself down and then, for lack of anything better to do, he stared at the floor in an attempt to discern a patteren. He didnt think there was one, but then again he never studdied art too closely.

His consciousness fled a couple of times. He was not sure how long he had been there, nor any clue as to how he came to be there, he fount the colored tiles to be odly comforting. He distracted himself by counting how many small tiles made up each primary color.

At leangth the door slid open. Four boys, only a few years his senior entered. Each wore the emblem of a House he didn't recognise. He could not have struggled as much as he'd wanted to, as he was incapeable of moving.

One released the long that ran allong his back that his shackles were attatched to, the other looped leads of new chaines through each shackle. One boy per each chain. They then picked him up, cayring him off. They had taken his clothes, who ever they were and had not bothered to replace them.

His throte was too dry and his tongue to swollen to speak, as questions teamed through his mind. It was obvious his Fathers enamies had cought up with them, but why, he wondered .... why was he chained as if he had done wrong? Where was his mother?

His father had made sure he was well educated in the Universal Laws that govorned each planet. To be certain each planet had their own by laws, but no one wanted to face the Golactic Police by ingnoring the Universal Laws, and one of the Universal Laws stated that the Family was not to be punnished for the crim of the one.

He was not sure what it was his father actually did. To be sure he was gone more often than not on his crusade of cleansing the universe of evil, but he'd never quite figured out what that meant. He'd always been under the impression that his father was a man of a Holy Order of some sort.

He and his mother had lead an idylic exsistance on Ookapi, a planet his father had populated with the ....faithful? the Pure? He wondered if he would ever see the system of Kepesh again, and what of the people of the system... where were they? What of the rest of the Ookapi?


He and his mother had lead an idylilc exsistance on the planet of Kepesh where his father had transplanted the survivors of thier race, the ookapi. He had realised when he was six, that he was blessed by the Great God with quick intelligance, he didnt think his father would have visited him at all if he had not been. He had been quick to learn the most common forms of communication and languages of the systems that were a part of Golactic Cenrtal and the histories of each that formed the cohesive whole. He knew also, that he had other siblings, but he had been sperated from then as soon as he'd shown an aptitude for learning.

As if his father didn't want him to be contaminated with normal children as he'd overheard one of the pleathera of servants say.

His four guards had taken him to a healing room, and tossed him on the table as they would a sack of potatoes. Perhaps these people were renagades ... those who hid from the Laws of Golactic Cenrtal?

His head bounced as he impaced the large table they threw him onto, causing him to see stars and believe that perhaps his skull had shattered into thousands of pieces. For a moment he was blinded by the pain of not just his head, but his body.

>Did not one give this child water?<
No response, the were speaking an obscure dialect of the House of the Landed.
>This is descraceful, what did this child do?<
Again, no response from his guards.
Then he felt the vibration of the hum, as augmented by the healing crystals.
>I wonder why he didnt heal himself, or shift, ?< another asked
>Yes all the Ookapi can, but perhaps he is not full Ookapi, his mother was from a House you know<
Everything had snapped back to clearity, and all pain was gone thanks to the healers. He reasised that the guards had not once relinquished the chaines attatched to the shackles. He took a closer look at the shackles.

He recognised them, his father had shown these to him, they would change if he shifted. He decided he would not attempt shifting untill he figured out where he was, planet side of on bord a ship and only if he was sure he could get away. And where was his mother, and for that matter, his father?

The guards jerked him to his feet, and lead him out of the medical center. They atempted to make the pace uncomfortabley fast, and he obliged them by stumbling, however his father had seen to this contingancy and had taught him how to move with ease not to mention how to break away from such things.

It had not been to long ago when Ookapi had been slaves in the Out Planets, those who were not part of Golactic Cenrral. It had been his father who had freed his people, and his father who had colonised Kepesh. Golactic Central had never allowed them admitance, but his father had made sure that the Ookapi had followed Universal Law.

The four would occasionally atempt to jerk him around, he allowed them to. His father told him that it was alsways best to allow people to underestimate you untill you are sure of your position of dominance. He was certain he could get out of his bindings, and probably away from this place if it was planet side, however if he was on a ship, one of the floating houses (if he was not planet side it had to be a Floating House) would prove a bit more difficult, however, only a bit.

At leangth they entered a throne room, to where there was an grossely obesce woman languishing on her gilded chair. One couldnt see much of the guilding as her large perportions draped over it in all maner of unsavory directions. He recognised her easaly, Reret of the Het-Khat Trading Family.

The four braught him to stand in such a close proximity to the gelatonous woman that he could smell and fell her breath. The pulse in her neck quickened. She ran her hand over his skin, in a way no other had, and a way he was taught not to tolerate, he jerked back from her, instinctively, not removing his defyant eyes from her descusting leer. The leer deepened, he saw it comming and held himself in position as she hit him with suprising force with the pain rod.



After he woke some time later, how long he was not sure, he reasoned that it shouldnt have been suprising, after all it was a pain rod. He was back in the storage room equipt witht he shackles and chain that bound his arms and legs behind his back.

"why do people kill eachother?" Sethesh
his father remained imoble for a time, Sethesh of course immitated him.
"You are young, so I must choose my words carefully. There are many excuses as to why people will and feel they must kill, however, it can be sumned up as contention. You die and I live. This contention rattles about the mind untill it looses its connection with everyone and everything.

"why do people steel?"

"Greed. It infects the brain, the false thinking can start with, if only I had this thing, I will be happy. Happyness and contentment does not come from things. You could say greed, or desire.


"why are some people alloted many wives whial our people only choose one? And even so, why do people sneak behind their one's back and go to another, is that also greed and desire?"

"It is so, and these people seek other people and things in order to attain that ellusive completelness/satisfaction. In reality Betrayal and gratification of sexual desires leads to, at the least hurt feelings, but to violence and a certain amount of disease, not to mention unwanted children who do to receave the benifits of proper parenting."

"Isnt that selfishness too?"

"Selfishness ties into many things including fase speach."

"Lying?"

"Or yelling, or abusive words. Selfish minds are crazy. They are afraid of loosing what ever might come their way, so they cheet and lie, dominate and subjigate. They think that if they do these things, they will remove the contention of others."

"what about the drunkards?"

"There are more kinds of intoxicants other than drink, and falling under that influance begins a pleathera of of one or more of the above. being selfish and seeking self benifit may apear harmless at first but when you step back to view the situations that arise you see a much more insane picture. Because their selfishness is so extreme, they lose thier sense of right and wrong, or even pretend that there are no such things as they would get in the way of their pursuit of self indulgence. One adicted to the fasle high that intoxicants bring, they mentally die, though not at all painful, it seems like ultimate bliss even imortal. When they are in this state, they loose sence of propriety and do what ever they want. Thier lust arises, and so the take even more intoxicants, which not only dammage the mind but the body as well.

There are many arguements for the ingestion of such things, people hide behind health reasons, but it makes them blind to all but thier selfishness and self gratification.

To live in maat, to live in the universal order, to be at peace one should keep these things in mind No Contention, No greed, no self seeking, no selfishness, no self benifiting."

"How can anyone do all that?" he asked astounded.
"I don't see you haveing problems with it."
"Im not a grown up yet."




His shoulders were out of joint. He closed his eyes, breathing and shifted slightly.He was taught to ignore pain when all else was avoidable, but there was no point in wallowing in it.

He knew to be careful about what part of himself he shifted as changing anything that may loosen the special shackles would set off the shackles which would do anything from insiting massive pain to mearly changing color. He concentrated on his shoulders, ligaments and such, just so that he would be in less pain, but not enough that it would be noticable by even the medics.

So it appeared as if these people though that the Ookapi shifting did not breed true from one race to another. That was definately to his advantage. Since he was being held by the Het-Khat Nut family, he must be abord a Floating House, as they were one of the most prominant and wealthy of the Traders. Not all Trading groups were allowed the title of House as if they ruled a planet.

He closed his eyes, then placed himself in a waking state of catatonia. He then searched his memory to see if he could determine how he'd come to be here. The only thing he remembered was the odd cloud. They'd probably poisoned the atmosphere. Everyone would have been affected at the same time. That means there had to have been an agent who'd smuggled himself planet side..

The four guards came again at leangth, making sure to take him to side trip to the medicks who healed his 'torn' ligaments and rehydrated him and replenished his body with the nutients it needed. It wasnt the same as eating and he was ravinously hungrey, but he wouldnt suffer from malnutricion.



Agin they placed him in front of the laschevious minded obesce woman. Again he steped away and again she'd infliced dammage with the pain rod. He actually prefered it to her attentions.

If you have thoughts that you are someone special and extrodinary you are just giving rise to arogance. By doing that you leave yourself open ofr a deviant demon to enter your heart. Once that happns you will give rise to deviant knowledge and views to an impure and insane kindo f wisdom. You will become a glib talker to the point that even if you know you are wrong you will still distort the situation so taht you come out on top. YOu will be able to rationalise everything.

“But, Father, why do bad things have to happen, why do bad people succeed ? If there was truly maat in the universe, how can this be?”

If there is no evil, then the good can't be revealed.
If there are no unfilial children then the filial
ones wont be made apparetn
If there is no treachery, then loyalty wont come
forth
If there is no failure, the success wont follow.

>How long is this going to go on?< f
>She knockes him into a catatonic state each time<
>not to mention breaking ribs and arms and such<
>you'd think he would just let her get on with it, she will have her way eventually, when her patience gives in<
>and then she will make Us drug him<
>doesn't she usually tie them down first?<

He was beginning to loose track of how many times hed had to repeat the first sceen of his meeting with Reret. He didnt particularly feel like giving into her, why hadnt she just tied him down? More than likely she enjoyed hurting him, or perhaps she viewed him as a particular challenge, she was planning on breaking him. He could allow her to think she had, he supposed. He wondered what other methods of torture she would plan to use, she could more than likely do what every her mind came up with as she obviously had the best healers.

The guards did not take him to meet Reret, insted they took him to a room that looked very much like a clerk's office. Behind a wooden desk, was a slim man with small, black beady eyes. To make matters worse, he squinted as well. His countanance was a much lesser version of Reret, however he was still rather roundish.

The four gards having to show Sethesh the people burner of the nearest plantet of a gate, one who is 'rebelling' against he house of Reret. She takes Sethesh with her to view the slaughter, not to mention the smell. For some reason the following is going to rattle around in his head:

1 Too much happiness leads to greaf, mood swings. It also makes the heart weak.

2 Rage, if anger is to great, it causes dammage to the entire system, especially your liver.

3 Greaf dammages the lungs

4 Fear damages the gall bladder

5 Love, damages the spirit and causes psychosis and all maner of mental problems

6 Loathing, psychological aberations, it will make you crazy

7 Desire hurts the spleen.

1 too much walking dammages your sinues, tendons and muscles

2 standing injurs the bones

3 Non meditative sitting injurs the blood flow

4 oversleeping injurs your pulse

5 listaning damages the vitality of the spirit

6 looking, reading inujurs the spirit

7 talking to much damages the lungs, as it decreases your intake of positive energy

8 over eating damages the heart

9 over thinking damages the spleen

10 promiscuity damages the life force


It is this time where he begins his atempt to mesh with metal, he becomes the imortal fox

The guards sat him down in the chair in front of the desk. The Man gave him water.
"Thank you Daumutef, Quebsenuf, Imseti and Haapi."
As the roundish man said the names, each gave him a small bow.
"You four may stand outside the door." He grinned and gave them a wink whial holding the small pain box in his hand. The door closed, but the mirth did not leave the man's face.
"Setesh, I believe your name is?"
He saw no reason to deny what the man already knew, so he nodded once.
"Where is my mother?" he asked.
"You are in no position to ask questions." The man said, his face flushing.
"I already asked. Why should you not answer my questions if you expect me to answer yours?" Setesh asked, deliberately antagonising the man.
He was rewarded by a jolt of electric current. Unfotunately he couldnt shift enough to not be affected by it. The man then hit him.
"YOUR..." he took a breath "father, the destroyer of planets .....has been caught and exicuted. He disposed of the Sopdet system."
Destroyer of planets? So that was what his father had meant by cleansing the universe of evil. Sopdet had been the Main Central City of the Golactic Alliance.

The man peered at him.
"where is my mother?" he asked again, his father had always warned him that he may fall to his enemies, so he was raised to expect it, he did not expect that the list of father's enemies would be quite so extensive.

The next jolt was harsher than the last.

"hm, so a half breed can't shift like the father."
He felt no need to correct that statement. He was to bussy panting and trying to catch his breath. His reasoning mindn however, did not stop, perhaps his fathers crimes, so hanouse, the Gollactic Alliance would definately overllod its law ...
"I'm not responsible for the crimes of my father. Where is my mother."
This shock knocked him out, he recovered ghasping.
"The Ookami has been exterminated." The man smiled pleasantly and offered him some water.
Setesh kept his face expressionless, but did not take the glass.
"You are under observation to see if you hold any of those peskey trates, if not, then you will be sent to a habitable, planet, well outsed the known galaxi, you will of course travel in coldsleep. A few survivors of the blah systems will be accompanying you."
"and if I do?" he asked
"You will be sent to the mines of dipthia."
He refused to flinch. What more could one say, it was a mining planet and a hot one...
"My mother?" he asked
The man smiled, "why she is the one who gave you and your father to us. She is packing up to leave for the Renxi quadrent, where the new administration will be housed."
Pain and darkness engulfed him.

This time, they left him in a dark room, when the door opened light spilled on his face before the room was lit. And there she was, snearing at him, his mother. She said nothing to him, except to look at him with desgust. He could think of nothing to say. She left and he was again in darknes.

>oh it's him again ?<
>every day it seems<
>did you hear? Reret's youngest son is being sent to the mines.<
>yes the Family of Geb is sending two girls, I believe that the Family of Geb will be transporting the children<
>yes all those who don't aquies to Reret, if they dont die, they go to the mines<

His consciousness was not imparet when they walked him back to his holding room. However, they did not string him back allong the single back chain. They placed a nerve coller on him. Quebsenuf then attatched a chain to it whial Ha'api and Doumutef stepped out.
>age ?< Imesti asked him,in an incredably obsucre dialect, only used with in the house of Duat. he was rather surprised, he didnt think he could talk. The chaines attatched to his wrists were dragging on the floor, so Setesh sighend the word for 12.
>why do you not just let her have her way?< Qebsenuf asked
He couldnt think how to answer, except to snear at the mear thought.
>she would give you a nice room, and feed you. She wouldn't hurt you and you would only wear a thin nerve coller and a gold chain. She takes good care of her pets.< Imseti
He continued to snear. >I'm not a pet. Especially not that kind< he signed
>you wouldnt have to go the the mining camp. Surely you know that if you continue to displease her, that is where you will go.< Imseti
>I'm not a pet< he sighned.
The door opened and he smelled soup. Ha'api with the soup and Daumutef with some bread. They said no more whail he ate, then Ha'api produced water for him to drink.
>you will continue to defy her?< Daumutef
>I'm not going to provider he w/sexual amusement, if that is what you are really asking. <
They nodded, then left him there.

She had rolled herself out to greet the Pilot who was a day early and who seemed to be taking his time disembarking the transport ship. The other three prisoners were alreaddy waiting. Setesh wondered vaguely what they had done, or were they like him... The pilot hadnt even shut downt he engines. He'd said he refused to do so untill he was equped with the proper crystals for the antimater drive.

Reret was furious, she wanted to gloat over the prisoners. She'd taken Setesh, to see if he would change his mind. He didnt think anyone was at the moment comfortable. Reret was so angrey the she sent all personell out, probably she had intentions toward the piolet. He could see, the tell tale signes of the metal webbing on the floor. He was mildly surpised that no one else could. His father had always told him that would be the normal state of things. Most of the humanoid inhabitants of the known Universe were not quite as metal oriented as Ookapi.

Setesh watched as the delivery of the drive crystals took place. The pilote infored Reret that he intened to make a quick install before comming out to greet her, it would take him ten more minuts. She was so angry she was shaking, Setsh wondered mildly is she would have a fit of appoplexi. He hoped not. At this point she dismissed everyone but him and his four guards.
"Time him. Nine minuts." Imseti did so
Setesh waited untill the soft sould of the alarm chimed when he shifted his skin to match the metal composition of his shackles, whial changing the composition of his nails to sharpened metal, he then tore out Rerets stomach, and intestines.
Since he had merged with the metals the chaines were now simalar to tentincles, he didnt care if the four hung on or not, but he rushed the ship, perposfully treadding over the metal netting but making sure he shifted his feet to match the atomic composition of said netting.

The four, still haning on to the 'chaines' were now harmlessly wrapped in the metal netting. Setesh dragged himself and his 'captors' into the shuttle and into the poilet bay of the transport vehicle.

He stopped short and with suprise as he recognised the pilot.
"HerUr!" he hadnt meant to say it or sound releaved, in that split second he knew that like his mother, HerUr could very well have helped in giving him to that odious woman.

HerUr smiled at his nephiew
"HOLD ON"
He instructed throught the loudspeaker. Since Reret sent everyone out of the hanger bay and closed the doors, turning off all monitoring systems, no one had yet to catch on what exactally was going on.

HerUr unceramoniously blasted his way out of the holding bay of the Floating House.

"I can't possibly greet you with any type of affection whial you are waving all those tenticles around." Herur smiled.

Setesh shifted and the four bodies hit the floor. The metal all now absorbed in his biosphere so to speak, he wouldnt be hungry for a whial.

"Why did you help me?" he asked, in his mind he was again watching his mother snear at him.

Heru'ur still smiled. "The bastard never told you did he?"
Setesh didn't move.
"I'm your brother." then he turned and pressed a button on the councol, his co piolets and navigators looking rather calm.
"Let me show you to your room."
"where are we going?" he asked, looking at the four guards. His 'brother' lugged them up to standing position, they looked rather dazed.
"Ah, well, I was able to convince golactic central to give me a pardon if I helped them with a bit of a problem." He was smilling as they walked down one of the corridors, there seemed to be quite a few people, as a matter of fact, the inside looked more like a military vehicle than a transport ship. The four guards followe them, though no one was forcing them to.
"what problem?" he asked
"He stopped as they reached a cross corador.. the windows showing the non speed at which they defyed space and time. He was still grinning.
"I hope you are up to the challenge. Besides, you can redeame yourself."
"I have done nothing wrong."
His brother's countanance fell. A spasm of pain crossed his face.
"I know. this should not have happened to you, or any of us. We are the only Ookami left now." His brother turned toward the glass, but Setesh could feel his brothers anguis as if it radiated off his skin, he could feel it because it matched his own.
He brother took a long shakey breath, he turned back, tears streaking down his face. "The Prime Denominators had dissappeared. Sources say they have gone to a restricted galaxy. No one knows why, if they are just finding a planet to breed on or some primeval life forms to loard over. That's our job, to find them and if they are making merry little slaves, to stop them, round them up and have them answer to Golactic Cenrtal."
"But why would G.C. care about what that ancient race does? Arenn't they older than G.C. itself? Why does the gov of G.C. presume to tell that ancient race what they can and cant do?" Imseti asked indigantly.

"Most of the known races spragn from the Primes." Daumutef snarled.
"Why should I help golactic central?" Setesh asked, suddenly he was so angry, every thing around him looked red. "why should you?" he didnt feel it was necessary to mention that it was G.C. who decided to wipe out thier entire race, but the two of them.

His brother leaned against a wall and ginned sadly. "It was a good story. It gets us out of the known Universe, into uncharted territory, and perhaps, we will find a planet for ourselves.
Setesh felt as if he'd been jabbed in the ass with a pin.
"You plan a settalment then?"
"Certainly. Most everyone abord wants this, away from G.C. and all it stands for. There are three factions. The Technocrats, the Naturalists and Priests. None of them want to interfear w/eachother's policies, they just want out of ...." His brother gazed out of the window
"of the tangled web." Ha'api said quietly.

"We may or may not find the Primes first, and we intend to stage a lovely 'battle' in which we will loose. I sevearly doupt the Primes will care if we land or not."

"And if you dont find them before you find a suitable planet?" Qebsenuf asked.

"I'm affraid this ship will fly into that particular planets sun either way." Heru'ur said absentmidedly. For a few moments they were all silent.
Then he snapped back to reality. "oh, yes, you are all free to roam around the ship as you like, but let me show you where you will be quartered untill"

"I thought we were going into cold sleep." Imseti

Heru'ur smiled. Each 'room' has six cold sleep pods. There will be a skelliton staff awake at all times, in shifts of a year. They and the lovely ultra new/modern computer will alert them eather to the Primes signature or to the info regarding a suitible planet.

Setesh looked at the four, who didnt at all seem to mind thier predicament. They looked back at him, then they all turned toward Heru'ur. It was time to go to sleep.


those who do not truely understand thier science are quite destructive with it, those who do not understand the commonalities will continue to devide with it.