PASSION FOR TINON (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006 














CHAPTER 1: LORD TWEEZER
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006

A low rumble moved through the Galan Council Chamber in Glaril.  The blue plush rug gave an uneasy sense of comfort and security to the women and men sitting around the huge platinum steel council table.  Lord Tweezer stood motionless stargazing.  Our peaceful galaxy, out there, is trying to kill us.  He gave a slight smile at the irony of it all.  We have been battling the Quoardians for some one hundred years.  Now our planet Tinion will decide our fates.
"Lord Tweezer it must be done!" a member spoke rashly out of turn.
Lord Tweezer ran his thick hand through his curly dark brown hair.  Standing he stared out into space from the huge window in the Council Chamber of Galan.  Stars blinked in the horizon.  He saw the many lights in homes, offices of his people now under the grave threat of ultimate destruction.  "You know very well what those scum Quoardians have done to our people."  He turned around his face furious, darker shade of tan.  "Why I've taken two laser bullets," he raise up his blue and silver military jacket and shirt, "See two bullets from them.  I nearly died from the last."  He pointed.  "Just three inches from my heart." He pointed to himself. 
The thirty council members shouted out divided amongst themselves while Lord Tweezer became the neat warrior again
Vice Chancellor Akyria banged her fist against the table.  "Order!  Order!"
"Lord Tweezer this is bigger than that!" said one member.
"Tinion's entire history is at stake!" said another.
One council man stood up, "I'd fuck the Quoardian Queen myself!" he chuckled, "If my seed could prevent us from being sucked into that Black Hole."
Vice Chancellor stood, slapped her hand one last time, "Ladies and Gentleman."  All grew quiet.  "While we stand here and argue, our homes are being swept away by uncharacteristic tidal waves on the coast.  Galan's middle suffers from terrible earthquakes.  And Councilman Legöndel, that language and characterization of Queen Morah won't be tolerated."
"I've pledge an oath to defeat them," Lord Tweezer said balling his fist now facing the council.  "I've dreamed of marching through their cities, destroying every cherished monument, burying ever mechanical and engineering building housing their weapons of war."
"Haven't we all," said the President of Science and Space.  "And one day we will.  But first Tinion . . . our planet Tinion must avert this catastrophe."
"Or else, we will be living our last 19 months."  Akyria sat down.  "Continue Dr Filad."
Dr. Filad wore several badges on his collar.  One stood for space exploration, a triangle of silver.  He wore a rectangle military badge of a two star General.  "As President of Galan Science and Space Agency, I must urge you to act immediately in favor of the proposal.  Scientist, behaviorist, historians and the medical staff on both countries’ sides agree.  Our two peoples cannot live under this fear for 19 months.  They cannot accept doom as inevitable simply because you refuse to accept an offer of marriage to Queen Morah."
The dissenters roared again, mostly the military members of various secret organizations and public armed forces. 
"Artificial Insemination won't work?" Lord Tweezer questioned pacing back to the head of the platinum council table.  He circled his forefinger in the air, "Tell me again why that's out!"
Dr. Filad sighed and nodded to the Vice Chancellor Akyria.
"Lord Tweezer the child must be conceived in the flesh.  For two reasons, one to assure nothing happens to the transmission of the seed.  Two to make sure the seed is yours." She steepled her hands in front of her throat.  "We don't have time for errors.  Besides mutual flesh blending is a step-stone to love."
"Love!" Councilman Legöndel shouted.  "Oh I've heard it all!"
"Love." Lord Tweezer shook his heard negative.  "I cannot love this woman."  He sat down and leaned back on his throne chair.  "When you called this meeting, you didn't mention love.  I would have canceled it immediately.  The numerous decoration for bravery swung wild on his chest."
"May I speak?"
"Sure, Slith Security Chief Rolith." Akyria motioned to him.  "Chief Rolith head of Slith Security our umbrella Security Agency."
Chief Rolith was very soft spoken.  He looked like an innocent, harmless man.  His face was gentle, almost child like.  "We have a doppelgänger."
The audience gave a mixed response, some understanding, some not.
"A double," and Rolith turned to Lord Tweezer.  "Looks just like you."
University of Galan Historian Windir shouted, "I object.  Speak frankly, Rolith.  A clone! Don't try to deceive us with your cloak and dagger, smoke and mirrors double-talk, Chief Rolith.  You knew very well--"
A small group in the council members erupted, tipping their hand that they were Slith Security members.
"You knew very well, thirty years ago, you would do this," Windir continued.
Chief Rolith raised his hands helpless and continued in his soft voice, "Perhaps.  We look out for the well being of our Lord.  We will do whatever is necessary to assure his safety.  And I might add the safety of Galan."
Akyria said, "This clone cannot guaranteed either love or a good donation of seed."  She closed a file and looked at Lord Tweezer.  "The proposal is preposterous."
Legöndel jumped in again, "We are 99% sure this clone's child will fill the chemistry requirements to merge the scientific capabilities of Quoardian and the PSI capabilities of the Galans."
"You're willing to gamble all our lives on 1% margin of error."  Lord Tweezer said angrily.  "No.  I personally reject that proposal.  I have other plans for this clone.  Send Clone Leo, that is what you call him,"
Rolith nodded.
"Send him to me after this meeting at once."
Chief Rolith made a hand motion and one of the men left the table.
Akyria gave a wry smile. 
Lord Tweezer continued, "At first I was against this plan, but now.  I will do the honors."
"Sir.  You must love also Queen Morah.  You cannot fake this."
A Quoardian Priest said, "The marriage forever binding."
Lord Tweezer nodded.  "Why not?  Love is Love and he smiled sarcastically."

Vice Chancellor said, "UCA Regulation 2990--ending this Eternal War.  The second action UCA Regulation 3010 making sure sons and daughters of high government officials not be exempt from the war."
Lord Tweezer showed no feelings at all.  "I open the floor for comments."
Legondel spoke, "Lord Tweezer as you know these resolution speak nothing about war crime charges that may follow any peace accord."
"Not only that, Sir," said Rolith, "Regulation 3010 is likely to put all our children at risk.  Can we afford to have the best and brightest zapped to smithereens by Quoardian lasers and molecular shape-changing bullets?  No effective armor exists for their latest bullet arsenal.  The ability of their bullets to change their molecular shape on impact with our bullet proof vest does not exist."
Dr. Filad said, "We are . . . coming close to several prototype vest that may change the situation."
"How long, Dr. Filad?" questioned Lord Tweezer.  He shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Two are three years.  Sooner if the Black Hole was not draining our resources and people power."
"Regulation 3010 posses several problems for me and I've mentioned them before," Lord Tweezer continued.  "We have to end the war.  I don't want to lose.  I will not be the first in my family's history to give in to defeat."
"We can possible arrange a face-saving truth," Akyria suggested.  "Something friendly and with supportive praise about the courage of both sides."
"No. No.  Akyria.  That will not do."
Professor Windir said, "Such agreements have received favorable press in the last two years."
"Professor Windir and in the twenty years after the peace, if it fails.  Historians will laugh me out of my grave."
"Lord Tweezer is right, Professor Windir," said Legondel.  "What we must do is follow the path laid out by Lord Tweezer's Dad who set up the UCA for the possible peace accord some forty years ago."
Akyria looked back from Legondel to Lord Tweezer.
"Legondel sometimes you amaze me.  You are a bit of a hawk but, yes.  Continue trying to secure a peace negotiation in the UCA.  I have given them my full authority to make an agreement."
Rolith spoke, "Sir, you told us a second ago you would not give in."
"Rolith will you speak up," Akyria said.
"Lord Tweezer said do not make peace. Now Silth has put a lot of resources in to trying to secure a winnable peace treaty.  One to our advantage.  You want us to abandon that objective."
Lord Tweezer looked away from the UCA report.  His confidence lit up his face.  He put his elbow on the conference table and made an open hand motion to speak.  Then he caught his tongue.  He blinked in a flash of thought.  He put his palm on his chest, "Rolith. Galans depend on me.  I have a moral obligation to win the war.  I am sure they want to see justice done and enemies punished as much as I.  The Galans look to me, their King, to provide a safe passage through these troubled times.  But, and never forget, the Galans want the processes of democracy, choosing no matter how futile the results or how dangerous the solutions might be to us all."
Rolith sat quietly.  Akyria gave a soft nod.  Some of the other agreed as if some sudden great wisdom borne out of familial historical significance arrived.
"So Slith is to support the peace effort and to sabotage the peace effort."
Lord Tweezer said quietly, "Precisely.  There can be no mistake Ladies and Gentlemen.  The appearances of peace making must go on.  Consider this, if we allow the UCA tomake peace for us, what's to stop the UCA of declaring war on us tomorrow?  No, We Galans must keep destiny in our own hands. The room was extremely quiet.  Finally, Rolith said, "Slith can do anything, Sir.  We have the people resources, nanotechnology and various cloud groups, not on any paper, and official channels to accomplish your goals."
"Will there be anything else," Lord Tweezer said to the council group.  He looked left and right and down and back up the conference table.  "Well this meeting is adjourned," Lord Tweezer stopped in the middle of standing.  Everyone sat back down.
"Don't mention the Black Hole Phenomena.  Let the masses speculate what the problem maybe, but no official of the government is to confirm our planet Tinion is on the verge of destruction.  It would damage our war moral, right Dr. Filad."
"Yes, I . . . Yes it would distract the mass population terrible.  And what can they do about it?"
"Good.  Rolith get this view out to the Silth operative and news anchors on the major news channels.  We'll just say it's bad weather cycle.  Tinion has had bad weather in its 6666 years, right?"
Dr. Filad just shrugged his shoulders, "Yes, these unpredictable weather patterns just happen."
"Good.  Thank you all for a most productive meeting."
Akyria said in a loud voice, "This meeting is adjourned."
Lord Tweezer said, "Rolith!  Send me Clone Leo.  At once!"
"Yes, Sir!"

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