Post by Xavier Harkonnen on Jan 11, 2008 21:33:30 GMT -5
Well another one of my outta no-where writing pieces. I'll have to say, I fell as if somthing is wrong with this second chapter, so i'll post it, and Nell, I'm trying to use your advice, but I find it difficult. 
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It is the year 10,196 A.G. and the universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor. The only problem at the moment is that there is no Padishah emperor. After Paul “Muad’ib” Atreides took the Golden Lion throne from Shaddam Corrino IV by marrying his eldest daughter, Irulan, after a fierce battle between the Fremen and the imperial Sardaukar, he suddenly disappeared. Leaving the more than slightly distressed Lady Jessica in command of House Atreides. An unknown half-brother to Baron Harkonnen has just inherited the title. Countess Kailea Vernius II is now willing to go beyond the call of vengeance for her house, against the Atreides. Empress Irulan, now abandoned by Paul Atreides, is now seeking revenge for her loss. It is now time a new war, one that will ravage the galaxy a million times over. It is now time, for the Universal Schism. The three houses now remaining with enough competence, guile, resources and determination are; The noble House Atreides of Caladan, The amended House Harkonnen of Geidi Prime, The traitorous House Vernius of Ix and The desecrated House Corrino of Kaitan. All four are equally poised, all four are equally committed, and all four know the key to victory lies on a barren, vast, waterless world. The home of the Spice, Melange. The Spice extends life, the Spice expands consciousness, the Spice is vital to Space Travel, without it, the Imperium will crumble. The Spice is found on only one planet in the universe. That world is known as Arrakis, more commonly known as: DUNE.
Humans are different in private than in the presence of others. While the private persona merges into the social persona in varying degrees, the union is never complete. Something is always held back.
- Bene Gesserit Teaching
The planet Caladan, though a fairly peaceful world, it could endure extreme hurricanes. And it was such in Cala City, and in castle Caladan a pensive lady Jessica was brooding. In the great hall she sat upon the Ducal throne, carved of dark Elaaca wood, with green and black lining, where the Duke was supposed to reign, but she was Regent, and until she found Andrea. She sighed, Andrea, he lovely daughter, she had her mother’s features, but with Leto’s hair, Paul’s twin, she had kept her a secret from the sisterhood, telling them she had only him, thankfully they had no Truthsayer present. She had been sent into hiding, with the Sisters in Isolation, Jessica was worried, What if she doesn’t believe me? Or if she doesn’t want the title? She must convince her daughter that this was the only way. The storm raged outside, and she longed for her Duke, but alas, he was dead. And she had inherited the throne, since Paul disappeared. She felt like breaking something, but instead tried to calm herself into a Para Bindu meditation state. In the state she could consider nearly all matters of state and personal ones as well. Where are you Paul? Where did he go? It was the question of the decade, why did he leave? He had the Golden Lion throne, the emperor’s daughter, all the spice on Arrakis! And he just left. Just left. That is unless he was kidnapped. Jessica fell out of her meditative state like an anvil. By the hells! My son has to have been kidnapped! “Kolinar!” she snapped, “Kolinar Koltrass! Where the hell are you?” She stood up with a start and marched over towards the Mentat, “Kolinar? Could Paul have been kidnapped by a political or personal enemy?”
“Of course he could. I do hope you saw that early on my lady.” They pudgy Mentat answered, with a bow.
Jessica steamed, this man just insulted her. But she needed to control her emotions, though ever since Duke Leto’s death, she never tried to. Now with Paul missing, she could care less. She chastised the man profusely afterword, using many profanities even he did not know of. Wide eyed in awe, the mentat asked to be dismissed, which of course, he was granted immediate permission.
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As the ‘thopter landed in the Cala Municipal Spaceport, Gurney Halleck was sent to greet the Duchess to be. The Weapons Master stood at rigid attention with his ceremonial regiment. All clad in crisp olive darb Atreides uniforms, with the Red Hawk crest on their shoulders and chests. The Green and Black Atreides banners flapped in the artificial wind. The Green and Red craft was the Duke’s private transport, but ever since he died, it was used to carry guests of the Lady Jessica. But in the gray hanger, cargo crates and Plasteel cylinders decorated the vast space, but the ornate ‘thopter just sat there. Gurney then bent over to look down the ranks to get a glimpse of the ‘thopter. His brow ruffled as he saw that nothing had changed. This was taking so long, he might as well tell the Lady Jessica to come to the arrival herself.
Then Gurney decided to greet the Duchess formally. With a military stride he marched to the Ornithopter and lowered the ramp to the ‘thopter. What he saw filled him with awe. A near perfect replica of Jessica, in a much younger form, but with glossy black hair. He hesitated for an instant and the saluted. “My lady.”
“My lady?” the Woman seemed flattered, “that’s a term for nobles.”
Gurney allowed himself a chuckle, “That’s the point. Are you the lady Andrea? Why did you delay in exiting?”
The woman strode down the short ramp and stood beside him, staring at the scar on his cheek. “Yes but I wouldn’t consider myself a lady, as for exiting, I couldn’t find the switch,” she said with a coy smile, “the pilot was automated.”
Gurney sighed as he led her down the ranks of soldiers and through the stark hanger. Many of the soldiers were stunned by her beauty; others however, remained at attention, almost as if not even noticing her. As Gurney went ahead outside, she decided to speak with the Captain of the regiment. “Excuse me, sir, but why is it that everyone addresses me as, my lady?”
“Because you are our lady, milady.” The captain answered stoically, without moving from attention.
Andrea became more and more frustrated every time someone addressed her as “Milady,” or, “My Lady.” It confused her, how was she, a poor girl from the Eastern Continent. It infuriated her, but even more, it confounded her. As she brooded Gurney came through the door announcing that transportation, a modest ground-car, had arrived. Andrea thanked Gurney for procuring the vehicle, then made her way inside the vehicle and settled down for rest. Just then she noticed someone sitting beside her, as she looked over to her left, for she was sitting in the right side, to notice a very striking woman in black Aba robes. Then as the woman lifted off her hood and faced her.
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Sorry if I just kinda tortured you, but please, leave your opinions. =P
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It is the year 10,196 A.G. and the universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor. The only problem at the moment is that there is no Padishah emperor. After Paul “Muad’ib” Atreides took the Golden Lion throne from Shaddam Corrino IV by marrying his eldest daughter, Irulan, after a fierce battle between the Fremen and the imperial Sardaukar, he suddenly disappeared. Leaving the more than slightly distressed Lady Jessica in command of House Atreides. An unknown half-brother to Baron Harkonnen has just inherited the title. Countess Kailea Vernius II is now willing to go beyond the call of vengeance for her house, against the Atreides. Empress Irulan, now abandoned by Paul Atreides, is now seeking revenge for her loss. It is now time a new war, one that will ravage the galaxy a million times over. It is now time, for the Universal Schism. The three houses now remaining with enough competence, guile, resources and determination are; The noble House Atreides of Caladan, The amended House Harkonnen of Geidi Prime, The traitorous House Vernius of Ix and The desecrated House Corrino of Kaitan. All four are equally poised, all four are equally committed, and all four know the key to victory lies on a barren, vast, waterless world. The home of the Spice, Melange. The Spice extends life, the Spice expands consciousness, the Spice is vital to Space Travel, without it, the Imperium will crumble. The Spice is found on only one planet in the universe. That world is known as Arrakis, more commonly known as: DUNE.
Humans are different in private than in the presence of others. While the private persona merges into the social persona in varying degrees, the union is never complete. Something is always held back.
- Bene Gesserit Teaching
The planet Caladan, though a fairly peaceful world, it could endure extreme hurricanes. And it was such in Cala City, and in castle Caladan a pensive lady Jessica was brooding. In the great hall she sat upon the Ducal throne, carved of dark Elaaca wood, with green and black lining, where the Duke was supposed to reign, but she was Regent, and until she found Andrea. She sighed, Andrea, he lovely daughter, she had her mother’s features, but with Leto’s hair, Paul’s twin, she had kept her a secret from the sisterhood, telling them she had only him, thankfully they had no Truthsayer present. She had been sent into hiding, with the Sisters in Isolation, Jessica was worried, What if she doesn’t believe me? Or if she doesn’t want the title? She must convince her daughter that this was the only way. The storm raged outside, and she longed for her Duke, but alas, he was dead. And she had inherited the throne, since Paul disappeared. She felt like breaking something, but instead tried to calm herself into a Para Bindu meditation state. In the state she could consider nearly all matters of state and personal ones as well. Where are you Paul? Where did he go? It was the question of the decade, why did he leave? He had the Golden Lion throne, the emperor’s daughter, all the spice on Arrakis! And he just left. Just left. That is unless he was kidnapped. Jessica fell out of her meditative state like an anvil. By the hells! My son has to have been kidnapped! “Kolinar!” she snapped, “Kolinar Koltrass! Where the hell are you?” She stood up with a start and marched over towards the Mentat, “Kolinar? Could Paul have been kidnapped by a political or personal enemy?”
“Of course he could. I do hope you saw that early on my lady.” They pudgy Mentat answered, with a bow.
Jessica steamed, this man just insulted her. But she needed to control her emotions, though ever since Duke Leto’s death, she never tried to. Now with Paul missing, she could care less. She chastised the man profusely afterword, using many profanities even he did not know of. Wide eyed in awe, the mentat asked to be dismissed, which of course, he was granted immediate permission.
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As the ‘thopter landed in the Cala Municipal Spaceport, Gurney Halleck was sent to greet the Duchess to be. The Weapons Master stood at rigid attention with his ceremonial regiment. All clad in crisp olive darb Atreides uniforms, with the Red Hawk crest on their shoulders and chests. The Green and Black Atreides banners flapped in the artificial wind. The Green and Red craft was the Duke’s private transport, but ever since he died, it was used to carry guests of the Lady Jessica. But in the gray hanger, cargo crates and Plasteel cylinders decorated the vast space, but the ornate ‘thopter just sat there. Gurney then bent over to look down the ranks to get a glimpse of the ‘thopter. His brow ruffled as he saw that nothing had changed. This was taking so long, he might as well tell the Lady Jessica to come to the arrival herself.
Then Gurney decided to greet the Duchess formally. With a military stride he marched to the Ornithopter and lowered the ramp to the ‘thopter. What he saw filled him with awe. A near perfect replica of Jessica, in a much younger form, but with glossy black hair. He hesitated for an instant and the saluted. “My lady.”
“My lady?” the Woman seemed flattered, “that’s a term for nobles.”
Gurney allowed himself a chuckle, “That’s the point. Are you the lady Andrea? Why did you delay in exiting?”
The woman strode down the short ramp and stood beside him, staring at the scar on his cheek. “Yes but I wouldn’t consider myself a lady, as for exiting, I couldn’t find the switch,” she said with a coy smile, “the pilot was automated.”
Gurney sighed as he led her down the ranks of soldiers and through the stark hanger. Many of the soldiers were stunned by her beauty; others however, remained at attention, almost as if not even noticing her. As Gurney went ahead outside, she decided to speak with the Captain of the regiment. “Excuse me, sir, but why is it that everyone addresses me as, my lady?”
“Because you are our lady, milady.” The captain answered stoically, without moving from attention.
Andrea became more and more frustrated every time someone addressed her as “Milady,” or, “My Lady.” It confused her, how was she, a poor girl from the Eastern Continent. It infuriated her, but even more, it confounded her. As she brooded Gurney came through the door announcing that transportation, a modest ground-car, had arrived. Andrea thanked Gurney for procuring the vehicle, then made her way inside the vehicle and settled down for rest. Just then she noticed someone sitting beside her, as she looked over to her left, for she was sitting in the right side, to notice a very striking woman in black Aba robes. Then as the woman lifted off her hood and faced her.
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Sorry if I just kinda tortured you, but please, leave your opinions. =P
