Chapter 1 -- July 21, 1887 ALL
Four Golan sat around an old, well polished table made of some material resembling wood. A fifth Golan crouched by a shaded window using a small electronic periscope to look out the window.
Wrench Studier-Tester-Doctor-Researcher/ Male Golan, the leader of this group as well as the oldest, stood 5 feet 3 inches. Had dark gray hair and dark grey rough and flaky skin which showed his 146 years (record being 175 years.) He had his medical equipment in sterilizing pouches strapped to his belt. He sat at the table with his back against the back door.
Cudgel Builder-Painter-Sculptor/ Female Golan, stood 5 feet 4 inches. Had dark grey hair (but not as dark as Wrench) and her skin just recently started to flake at the age of 111 years. She also had her equipment on her belt but not all in pouches. She sat to Wrench's right.
Screwdriver Sweeper-Moper-Washer/ Male Golan, shortest and youngest of them, stood 4 feet 11 inches, still had his birth color hair which was black his skin was light gray and smooth, showing his age at 52. He wore no belt. He crouched by the window keeping an eye on the street.
Crowbar Fixer-Builder-Designer/ Male Golan, medium build for a Golan at 5 feet 6 inches. His hair was still black, although his skin is starting to look a little rough, it still was light gray, his age 75. He carried his equipment on his belt. He sat to Wrench's left.
Crowbar Hemmer-Sower-Mender/ Female Golan, stood 5 feet 5 inches. Her appearance was almost exactly like Crowbar's because they are twins (age 75.) She has a belt that carries her equipment. She sat to Crowbar's left.
They sat at the table looking at Screwdriver nervously. Screwdriver lowered the periscope turned and on his way to the table stated "Looks clear, no one is even standing outside they are all moving and minding their own business."
"Good," said Wrench and relaxed a little "let's begin." he stood up and said "I call this meeting to order. Cudgel, please state the benediction." and sat down.
When Wrench was seated Cudgel rose and stated "We gathered, being of the society of the "True Fargin McFluger..." all together "Blessed be the memory." Cudgel "are here in hopes that one day our children will know the truth and feel the spirit that is the "True Fargin McFluger." all together "Blessed be the memory." Cudgel "And will no longer be blinded by the sycophants that now lead our people in prayer to the false one." They all lowered their head reverently for a few moments then Cudgel sat.
Wrench spoke "Now to the last meetings minutes, taken 1 year ago." he looked down at a flimsy then looked at Screwdriver "Any more information about the strange things happening at the capitol?"
Screwdriver "Yes I have come across some more information." He pulled out a flimsy of his own "More unknown closing of the same section of the capitol building but 2 months ago instead of it being guarded by Drago, it was Illian at the corridors."
They all looked at each other in silence and Crowbar Fixer- said "Do you think this can be related to what happened in the town of Golian?"
Crowbar Fixer- "I don't know but it might, it does coincide with the time. But strange that they just disappeared without notifying any of the other members."
"Maybe they didn't have time?" asked Crowbar Hemmer- "Maybe they were surprised and arrested?"
"I don't think so." stated Cudgel "The Illians like making a big deal out of catching some of us. In some ways it keeps the rest in line and makes us weary to try anything."
Crowbar Hemmer- with a thoughtful look on her face "Yeah your right."
Wrench "Let's keep this our priority for now, to many unexplained coincidences." they all nodded.
Wrench "Next, Crowbar Hemmer-, did you find out anymore about that strange communication that the Illian sent out?"
"Yes," stated Crowbar Hemmer- with a sideways smirk at her brother "This is what I got." She pulled out a recorder and pressed a button and an image appeared.
Wide transmitted message from: Tri-lar,
From: Arch-Illian Constance FRENETIC
To: All allies and enemies and all in between
Message: This is Arch-Illian Constance FRENETIC to all who are interested. A substantial reward has been posted for Golan, Hammer Thinker-Inventor-Cursed, for crimes against the Tri-larian government, the Tri-larian people and all of the Human expanse. He was last seen transiting to K-Space on a trajectory from Tri-Lar to ID in a 2 point craft; he was subsequently lost somewhere in K-Space. The Tri-larian government will pay for his capture in any condition as long as he is able to speak. He is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous, and it is advised that you do not turn your back on him.
Craft; 2 Point attack fighter, apparently home made, and resembling a large black bird. Unknown type of armament.
Hammer Thinker-Inventor-Cursed; Very intelligent, must be watched around equipment, has an aptitude for making devices, uses what is on hand to develop new devices, no known co-conspirators.
Crowbar Fixer- looked at his sister with shock in his eyes and almost yelled "How in the name of the "True Fargin McFluger..." all together "Blessed be the memory." "did you get a hold of that?"
Crowbar Hemmer- lowered her gaze and blushed.
Crowbar Fixer- was about to say something else when Wrench laid his hand on his shoulder and said "Sorry Crowbar Fixer-, but this has to wait."
Wrench then looked at Crowbar Hemmer- and said "Is this accurate? Can this be the same Hammer?"
Crowbar Hemmer- "I think so, remember you're the only one here that has actually met him."
Wrench, with a thoughtful look on his face "That would explain why the transmission wasn't sent here on Tri-lar. It is a huge embarrassment for them. And to think even with the limited resources that the government allowed him he was still able to escape. We could really use someone like him."
Screwdriver "But how do we find him?"
Crowbar Hemmer- "I might have a way." and her brother glared at her.
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