The Tokamak Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & Ph. D.
Copyright 2015 by Dennis C. Miller

The Tokamak Travelers

Copyright 2015 by Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & Ph. D.

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The TOKAMAK Travelers

- Table of Contents CHAPTER 1: RECEPTIONS

CHAPTER 2: RELEASE

23

CHAPTER 3: CONFRONTATIONS

37

CHAPTER 4: STIPULATION

52

CHAPTER 5: UNCERTAINTIES

62

CHAPTER 6: APPROPRIATIONS

73

CHAPTER 7: RESOLUTIONS

83

CHAPTER 8: CONVICTIONS

93

CHAPTER 9: PREPARATIONS

100

CHAPTER 10: PRESENTATIONS

109

CHAPTER 11: INVENTIONS

118

CHAPTER 12: ALTERCATION

127

CHAPTER 13: DESIGNATIONS

148

CHAPTER 14: VERMILLION

162

~ CHARACTER SKETCHES ~

~
Colonel DACK JASON LARUE-JAENTRA ~
Demographics:
Born in Chicago, Illinois, USA in 2965 at 11:14 PM to Thomas Lewis Jaentra and Marian
Marie La Rue, as their eldest child of four children; 52 years old; stands 6 feet 3 inches
tall; has graying hair, weight is 185 pounds; grew up in Morton, Illinois; attended
Morton High School, where he was on the Honor Roll with a 2.89 GPA: attended the
University Colorado in Boulder where he majored in Math & Science and got a BS in
Science and was the class Salutatorian; in 2965, he went into the Royal Canadian Air
Force, stationed at Edmonton Garrison or the"Steele Barracks", attending the No. 16
Elementary Flying Training School (No. 16 EFTS), Canadian Forces Base Edmonton

(Lancaster Park), learning to fly everything from fixed wing aircraft to helicopters, in the
447 Transport Helicopter Squadron, which was initially designated 450 (Transport)
Helicopter Squadron Detachment West, specializing in the Bell 706H Jet Roamer
Helicopter; a devout Mormon elder who did his mission in Argentina; never has had
children; was once married briefly in his early 20's, but his ex wife, Miranda Lowe,
cheated on him with her fellow employee;
Personality and Emotional Make up:
A leader by example, capable administrator, inventor of new and beneficial ideas and
concepts, personable and congenial, never afraid to confront gently, able to lead or follow
orders, a team player, attentive and affectionate by nature, decisive, a deep thinker, has
strong religious and moral convictions, enjoys studying, reading, researching, and
instruction, loves the outdoors hiking, rock climbing, fishing, hunting, camping, and
exploring, an avid stamp collector, loves opera and symphonic orchestra music, having an
extensive collection of recording on Zephyr Ray discs of 2 inches in diameter, very
patient so he is not easily angered or riled, a peacemaker who refuses to argue when
discussion is better, great in relationships with a mature understanding of that,
compassionate and helps the needy when he can, a survivor of Danzig's Syndrome which
is a cancer type illness that attacks the spleen and is treated with Lithium-5 Sulfide (Litsul
V) to keep the disease in check and avoid outbreaks, a car collector with 9 automobiles,
curious about scientific inventions.
Accomplishments:
In high school he lettered in Rugby and Soccer, was chosen for The Royal Victorian
Chain Award for service to the realm, The Chief Scout's Award (In order to earn the
award a Scout must earn the Voyageur and Pathfinder Activity Awards which require the
Scout to develop citizenship, leadership, personal development and outdoor skills, as well
as earn ten Challenge Badges at least one in each of the seven categories (athletics,
outdoors, home and family, personal development, science and technology, culture and
society, and environment); they must in addition hold current qualifications in Standard
First Aid, hold the World Scout Environment Badge, investigate and present findings on
Scouts Canada's involvement in World Scouting, design a challenging program which will
require the Scout to excel in each of the four activity areas (Citizenship, Leadership,
Personal Development, and Outdoor Skills), including at least 30 hours of additional
leadership to others (above those required in the Citizenship Activity area of the
Voyageur and Pathfinder awards), in the RCAF he earned the rank of Colonel after 14
years of service, flew the Avro Canada CF-105 Arrow was a delta-winged interceptor
aircraft, a second degree in Aircraft Design and Development from the Brampton Flight
Centre in 2995 at age 30, was chosen for the Canadian Who's Who in 2997, Kiwanis
Legion of Honor Award.

~ Admiral DU-ANJEELA ANITA

KATRENICH
LARUE-JAENTRA ~
Demographics:
Du was born in Monroe, Louisiana, USA on March 9, 2973 at 4:12 AM, the only living
child of 3 to Morris Karl Katrenich and Sylvia Shaw-Long, she is 43 years old, stands 5
feet 10 1/2 inches tall, has a figure of 36C-23-34, and she has long black hair but she loves

to wear wigs of other colors. She went to Neville High School where she sang alto in the
school choir, majored in Biology, took 4 years of German and French, and ran on the
track team, winning CIF awards numerous times. Du's high school nickname was
Gazelle for her running skills.
Then she attended the U. S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland, and in cooperation
with the US Navy, when she was 22, she entered domestic service for the CIA, where she
served in the Diplomatic Corps in France, Germany, Switzerland, India, and Finland.
She came out of the Navy with the rank of Rear Admiral 0-8, and when she joined the
Federation of Planetary Beings she gained the rank of Admiral Sharioch as the Vice
Admiral of Invasions, where she served at the Federation Central Headquarters. She
never was married until she met Col. Dack Jaentra.
Personality and Emotional make up:
Du has a sweet nature, is pleasant and sophisticated, but when she is working she is all
business, she never argues trying always to keep peace and a good relationship with
others for she loves unity, she loves to tease, do voices, and cut up, always seeing the funny
side of life. She collects fine mineral specimens, loves to write songs and sing them, she
can do the voices of a French woman, a German, a Russian and others. She loves a great
joke always seeing the humor in life's events, she is very intrigued with performance
magic especially close up with cards and coins, she is a stylish dresser who always looks
her best and she keeps her figure in great shape with good, low impact exercise, she eats
only good food, refusing junk that is too sweet, salty, fatty, and not nutritious. Du is
sensitive, compassionate, moral, and clean living (no vices). She doesn't always attend
church, but she would call herself Catholic for lack of a better denomination, she is
passionate, she loves deeply, she cares a lot, and is well liked by all.

~ Dr. Minerva Jane Minny Jane

Moreau, Ph. D. ~
Demographics:
Thirty-one year old Minerva Jane Moreau nicknamed Minny Jane - was born in La
Crot, France on January 17, 2986, the youngest of four daughters born to Francois Leon
Trevelle and Marie Ann Chevallier. She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs 123
pounds, is trim of figure and very fit.
From her earliest ages, Minerva was known to have odd powers, such as knowing things
that are seemingly unknowable, with a sense of unbelievable intuition, an intense ability
at observation, an unswerving love for minerals and stones, and a great desire to increase
all of her natural gifts.

After high school, she decided to study physics, behavioral science, mineralogy, and
psychic phenomenon. She got her Psychological Counseling Degree her Ph. D. - at the
American University of Paris. She spoke French, English, Spanish, Polish, Mandarin
Chinese, Portuguese, Swahili, Trevellian, and the Amartronique dialect of Kavonne V. She
did intense psychic studies at The College of Psychic Studies (founded in 1884 as the
London Spiritualist Alliance), a non-profit organization based in South Kensington,
London, England, that is dedicated to the study of spiritual phenomena. Within two years
she was considered an empathic counselor who could feel the emotions of others and assist
them, even in very difficult times and situations.
She singularly developed a Levitating Altar of Dynamics, a very unique platform on
which she could psychically re-charge her vital energies of mind, body, spirit, aura, soul,
and mantra. She arduously worked to assist the Fed Cent in the area of helping
employees with psychological counseling and dealing with difficulties in their lives and
work. She was very much into the Metaphysics of gemstones and their unique abilities
and powers, too. She much enjoyed being with others and discovering their gifts and
abilities, too.
Personality and Emotional Make up:
Minerva was by nature very personable, friendly, compassionate, and endearing. She very
much cared about the welfare of others and she took good care of herself. She was a
friend to everyone and an enemy to none. She was gentle, exceedingly intelligent and
witty, but strong of will, compassionate but determined to change whatever was necessary
to improve the quality of life, and considered by many to be truly spiritual.
As for her faith, she would call herself a Catholic who reaches somewhat into Paganism,
especially in the area of psychic powers and the honoring of nature's beauty and joys.
Minerva was a lover, not a fighter, and very much a curious happy camper who brought
joy wherever she went. She loved to be outdoors, where she could enjoy the environment
around her. Flowers and other flora were both a great love of hers and a thing she studied
horticulturally, for she learned about every flower and plant she saw, and kept catalogs
filled with dried leaves, flowers, and other forest mementos, such as seeds and berries.
All throughout her home she had gorgeous and varied mineral specimens, shells, and
other curious artifacts. She loved art, especially the plien air landscape works of Angela
Vassione and the still lifes of Sir Mort Cavington-Mc Caully.
When it came to her loves of music, she was a huge fan of New Age artists and composers,
like Eric Fenner, Yanni, and Norma Rossye. Minny Jane really dug contemporary music,
enjoying jazz, exotic and native cultural vintages, tribal music, and grandiose orchestral
works conducted by Dame Joanne Parker of Perth, Scotland.

~RN/EMT/MD Lorna Renee Nordic, P. A.,

M. D. ~
Demographics:
Lorna Renee Nordic was born, the youngest of two sisters, on July 13, 2961 at Dr. William
R. Fahrmann Hospital in the settlement of Gatanica on the planetoid of Orestrica in the
Delta Quadrant of the constellation Alpha Centauri, the only child of Bertram Aldiness
Nordic and Carmella Jean Simka. She attended Gatanica Senior High where she
graduated as the Valedictorian of her class of 283 students. She graduated a year early
because her grades were so good!
Then Lorna moved from her home world to Arizona in the United States of America on
the terran planet Earth to pursue a full scholarship for her first degree in Nursing at
Arizona State University. The following year, at only 18, she married Gavin Jackson of
Phoenix, Arizona, but the marriage only lasted a couple of years.
Her third year of nursing school, she was chosen for a special area of training, so she
became an EMT and worked as a Helicopter Flight Paramedic all over the Phoenix area,
continuing that until 7 years after she graduated with honors as a full R. N. and an EMT
Paramedic.

Immediately after graduation, she received offers from many places, and she was even
offered a very well paying position with the Federation Air Corps in the Space Program.
She took that job. The following year she became pregnant with her only child Eric
James, although she never did marry his daddy.
More training was offered to Lorna at the Federation Space Station on Durvossa XI, so
she acquired it and earned her second degree in Emergency Medicine. In fact, she took so
much specialty education in applied biology, pharmaceuticals, anatomy, disease diagnosis
and remediation, and other similar subjects. A few months later, she went ahead and took
three more classes and got her M. D. in Internal Medicine, passing her Final Exam with a
98% score! That's Magna Cum Laude.
Personality and Emotional Make up:
Lorna was a very good girl in every way. She was kind, sensitive, friendly, and
professional to a fault. As a young lady, she was so completely gorgeous that she first won
her citywide beauty contest with a perfect score! The largest known modeling agency gave
her that score, and they offered her a big contract, but Lorna had other plans, to be a
nurse, and a wife and mother. She loved children, whom she often referred to as just
little people. Nursing became her greatest passion, she loved it so much. To her, it was all
about one thing others.
A friend gave her a ride home from work one blustery and cold night and he suggested
she try out for the city beauty pageant. She never thought she could win, but her friend
said very confidently, If you join that pageant you will win! He was exactly right, for
they were all over the pretty blonde with the great figure and the adorable smile. After
that win, she was ask to be in the Miss Orestrica World Pageant in which she won second
place.
By instincts Lorna loved to exercise, so she would do one hour of cardio every day, first
thing in the morning when she consistently rose at 4 AM, and then she took an easy run of
two miles. Life for here was so simple Eric and her work.
Her hobbies were reading great books, especially autobiographies of excelling people,
running, needle point, and raising Eric, whom she just lived for. She was also a great fan
of old movies on ZVDs, ones from the 2010s and before that. Comedies and romances
were her favorites. She amassed 239 ZVDs of all her favorites, and Eric's.
Lorna could also cook really well, for her parents owned several restaurants and they
taught her everything they knew about food and dining. She collected sea shells and
teddy bears (having 76 of them!) To say she was 'well rounded' was an understatement,
unless you were teasing her about her weight, which was always perfect like a model.

~The Siren Valkyries of Pordmarr ~

These are four friends and associates of Dr. Minny Jane who are pursuers of true reality.
They travel from world to world in pursuit of escaped felons and enemies of the Fed Cent.
Their leader is a provocative meta human of unusual powers, and a highly intelligent
psychic investigator named Mal Valenthion. They each are very perceptive and receptive
of tracking the thoughts and motives of their suspects. Being heavily armed, they strictly
follow their Rules of Engagement (like military ROEs), so they only exercise resistive
force or deadly force when they personally are at bodily risk, or in the face of any overt
and imminent threat of death. All these agents, who are under orders and command of
the highest leaders of the Fed Cent, are authorized to carry weapons, such as the
Neurayter (Neutronic Radiation Emitter), and others.

The TOKAMAK Travelers

Chapter 1 Receptions
Beep! Beep! A most volatile message came in on the Transmissions Console:

THE DAYS OF PEACE ARE OVER! THERE WILL NEVER

AGAIN BE ANY REST BETWEEN US, WE HATE AND
INTEND TI KILL YOU ALL. SHOULD YOU EVER EVEN
ACCIDENTALLY ENCOUNTER US, YOU HAVE BETTER RUN
FIR FEAR. WE WANT YOUR BLOOD!

The message that just came through the Magus Course #97 gate at the F. S. S.
Aeroth was strange. It came in on a weak alto-channel of only 324.55 Arcaneness. The
Audiant Attendant, Posi-shacqui, was not at all amused when he said, Well, whatever
this is, it is not good. Just look at how many diffident active mennadane arguments

the Empotable Computer Grids indicate. This message is filled with curses! Damn
them. Why must these Callidaysians always wish to fight over everything until no one
is left to win?

I am certain this is only over what appeared to be mild verbal

dissonance over protocol at the Federation meeting 11 patents ago. They are such
barbaric fools, somehow, Clarinet. What do you advise we do about these, these,
threats, sir? asked AA Posi-shacqui.
Master Deck Chief Clarinette thought for a moment, then remarked, We can always
bluff them! It has worked before, you know. These discourteous beings cannot at all
interpret anything, Ha! Yes, lets give them a go, we will play their little war game - and
make them think we are complying, in fact, running numerous quadrants away to get
out of their grasp. Their brazen heads will swell to immense size and that will make
them very careless. Then we will watch them, ultri-monitoring their sensory processes,
until we decide what else to do. We can stay enclouded as long as we wish, you know.
Meanwhile, they will think we have vacated these sectors. I think it shall be a fun plan,
for a boring shift, nay not?
Fun, indeed, sir. Yes, we will just mess with them, ride them over, be at play during
the day and be ready to fight if they attack at night. We can out gun and out man them,
you know. Unless I judge this wrongly, we have 6,577 aboard and they are only 2,322.
We have 88 Sheldow Bank Intruders and they are stuck with little but a few Damante
AlterfIers. There is no fight here, Ha ha! The Fortzell 34 Enclouder does give us a huge
advantage, for sure! We are carrying enough Aldruzon energy pods to last for months!
I like it. Encloudment action = ON! Set to = 16 Aldobers. Action = Forceful! There,
that should do it quite nicely, I should think, Posi-shacqui jollied very confidently.

Col. Dack Jaentra came through the elevax door just as this was said. What
nonsense is this? Running a message to us on an old and rather faulty channel like
that. What do they think they are doing, anyway? This is preposterous, for certain, he
trailed as he shook his head in his hands. What was the source of this message?
Posi-shacqu replied, Lets see... About 14 light days away, sir.
The Col. reacted, Thats not quite 12,000,000 miles. Too far to get a visual on them.
But why the cat and mouse game? That doesnt figure! Lord, is it a test?
That could be, sir. Mayhap we should call Central Fed and see what this is about,
suggested MDC Clarinette, Get them on the horn, AA.
Aye aye, sir, reacted the AA. Cent Fed, this is the Federation Space Station
Aeroth. Do you read?
On the speaker came, This is Cent Fed, Aeroth. How can we help you, AA?
Yes, Cent Fed, uh, we just now received a very weak message from a distance of
about 12 million miles. It came through the Magus Course #97 gate on an altro-channel
of only 324.55 Sarcajenz, sir. It is rather hateful in content! Shall we take this as a
serious threat, or wait for other advisement? the AA asked.
Cent Fed responded clearly, Uh, yes, please wait for other advisement on that as
we investigate further. Cent Fed HQ, out.
Now, it would be the waiting game for awhile. Cent Fed would do some very deep
space scans and attempt to re-iterate the content of the message with the Extraction
Radione System. That way, they could determine what tongue it was in and translate it.
After studying its content they, as a leader team, would make a judgment as to what
action to take, if any. Such work could take about three hours.

Some time later Posi-shacqui got a series of beeps in his headphone. It was one
long followed by three short and one long. We have an incoming visitor, sir. Yes, I
believe it is her grace Admiral Du Katrenich, the Admiral Sharioch. Here she comes!
They all stood up and got to attention, as the Admiral was a Vice Officer General in
charge of Invasion. They could not imagine what her visit could mean. Upon sight, Col.
Dack Jaentra stepped forward, gave a salute, and said, Well, my dearest long time, but
certainly not old, friend Du! How are you, dear? he said as he gave here a non formal
hug and a peck on the cheek, one that raised a couple of eyebrows. For intelligence
reasons the crew did not know the two had gotten married some months ago. So,
stepping up to protocol and laying familiarity aside, he asked, To what do we owe this
visit, Admiral Du?
The Admiral was gentle, but deadly serious when she responded, At ease, all
Colonel, that transmission you got was no joke. It was, quite in fact, very threatening

as you all said. It seems that Mardajex has a burr up his backside. We cant imagine
why. I am sorry to have to say this, but these irrational and irascible Callidaykians can
be, ever so gently i whisper, Real jerks sometimes! Ha ha, OH, sorry....

The Colonel suggested, Can we see the scans? It is the Callidykians, for sure?
Admiral Du replied, Yes, it is them all right. They are being as ornery as ever. But
threatening war and death is not funny at all! Their most unique genetics, as I shall
call them, dictate that even when there is peace, they have to go to war. They should
strap Mardazex to a large pole and whip at least his back side! Ha ha! and some of the
crew yelled Yeah!
Just then, Posi-shacqui got more Intel and said, Sirs? There is more. It seems that
they have been made to think that we instigated this action. But we clearly did not!
Oh, yes, here is a translation of the message they sent,
THE DAYS OF PEACE ARE OVER! THERE WILL NEVER AGAIN BE ANY REST
BETWEEN US, WE HATE AND INTEND TO KILL YOU ALL. SHOULD YOU EVER EVEN
ACCIDENTALLY ENCOUNTER US, YOU HAVE BETTER RUN FOR FEAR. WE WANT
YOUR BLOOD!
This is very violent in its threats. These beings can be so crude. What barbarians,
Ha ha! Say, do we know who started this, who attempted to impersonate us? Who
would have that sort of audacity, anyway? asked the Colonel.
The Admiral had the answer to that, so she reacted, It is a small band of renegades
from the Norberto Sector of Serpens. They call themselves, The Vile Party for Decisive
Action. The name is nothing but a fear-generating thing. We have agents pursuing

them now. Also, the unit is trying to raise the Callidaykians General. They need to be
told that we and they were hoodwinked. I expect this to be settled soon.
Sir, someone has locked onto us. Battle stations!
yourselves, folks.

General alarm!!

Brace

Everyone please sit down and fasten your belts, Posi-shacqui

directed. Lock down all areas! Prepare for the worst, as they have fired a weapon.....
Incoming... incoming... veering off track.... Oh, good, they MISSED! Ha ha ha! and
everyone laughed with the AA. Get this, the weapon they fired is an old fashioned
Fazer. Oh, no, not that! Ha hee ha! What was it called, Star Heck? Ha ha!
This caused everyone to imitate the general, a former Kilernian Soldier name
General Feshoo Leeandek, who trained them at the academy, so they all shoved their
arms down as if to say, Darn... but they said, Archaic!
Suddenly Posi-shacqui saw new intelligence coming over his Millibar Projector and
asked, What? Again??

PREPARE FOR BATTLE STATIONS! We are again under

attack... I repeat.... We are AGAIN under attack! Hold on, everyone!

Everyone just heard a loud volley this time, several loud Vring, vring, VRING!
noises. It was curious. It was as if someone was firing but not trying to hit them.
What is going on? asked the AA anxiously. Something, I know not what, just hit
an asteroid some distance behind us. What the?
The Admiral said, Its like target practice. Someone is shooting in our direction but
they are not aware we are here. Are we enclouded, AA?
The AA saw that one coming and answered, We are, sirs. They dont know we are
here! This is weird, you know?
The pretty Admiral then stepped up to the con to study the instruments. I have
seen this before, gentlemen. Yes, it is clearly target practice, but from who and where.

Lets see..... Quadrant 33, Sector 190.... Thats lining up with the earths moon, of all
things. Someone is taking space potshots from behind the moon! Now that is odd,
Dack.
The Colonel agreed with, Can we hail them, AA? We need to tell them we are here
so they wont hit us. Evasive maneuver 7, please. Rush away to the South, AA. Give us
at least a parsek or two.
The AA performed the maneuver quickly and said, Done, sirs. We are now a great
distant from their line of sight now. We should get no more flak here. I dont think.
Then everyone just listened for a few moments. Nothing. The evasive maneuver had
done the trick. I will attempt to hail them now. [Projection settings = 73 = wide and
deep]..... This is the FSS Aeroth, to the people firing from behind the earths moon.
Acknowledge, please. This is the FSS Aeroth? Acknowledge....
A few seconds later a rather weak transmitted voice asked, Uh, who?
We are the Federation Space Station Aeroth. Who is this? he requested.
The voice came a bit stronger now. I turned up the modulation. Uh, yes. I am a
student at the MIT scientific lab on the planet Mars. I am a junior. My name is Mark
Kensington, sir. We are just some students conducting tests of a new invention of
ours, the Phasic Detraction System. Is there a problem?
The AA replied, Yes, son, there is. Your random shots into space nearly hit us
here. I cannot say what damage you may have done. Could you stop firing, please?
The voice apologized, Oh, we are very sorry. Sir, we sent the bursts with lots of
range but without power, so there is nothing to fear. We are working with an analog
tracer factor of PI * 7 over 1233, sirs.

The AA was relieved. Its okay, guys. No harm done here. Enjoy your experiments,
and son?
The young man asked meekly, Yes, sir?
The AA had to commend these guys so he offered, The Space Academy, the big
one in Osvaldo, Tennessee? Go and apply, guys. You are brilliant! We need you in the
service, all right?
The kids knew the drill and replied, Yes sir. Thats a great idea. See you up there
somewhere... and he signed off.
The Colonel remarked, Heh-heh, he reminds me of myself about 34 years ago,
smart as a whip, but green as a gourd, Ha ha! That got everyone laughing. These
kids today are getting just too darned smart, you know? They actually reached us with
that thing! What did he call it, a Phasic Detraction System? Clever and darned good, I
say. Wonder what powers it. Well, get that-some student space geeks from MIT, Go
figure, will uh?
That was us years ago, men. All spit and very little summarizer. Now I was a girl
space geekster, the worst kind, Ha ha hee! Nothings much geekier, if thats even a
word, than a girl that is a scientist. I can tell yuh, it caught very few men. Well, except
for one. So hey, uh, Colonel, when are you going to tell them the news? the Admiral
lead.

The Colonel saw it coming so he teased. News? Why I dont have any news, do
you? Huh? Okay, sugar. Guys, this isnt just Admiral Du, the loveliest Admiral of them
all, this is also Mrs. Admiral Du Katrenich-Jaentra now, the Admiral Sharioch, yes, but
she just became MY WIFE!

That brought an immediate uproar of whistling, shouting, and hurrays as everyone

congratulated the newlyweds of space.
A little while later, as the Colonel and his lady were walking the halls, she turned to
him, and then the Admiral nuzzled up more closely to his arm and offered,
How about if I come back this evening, after my meeting with the Council, and be with
my husband all night? What do you think of that idea, Darling?
The Colonel smiled and received her closer hug by putting his arm around her, then
he replied, Why, I think that is a fabulous idea, my lady Admiral, fabulous indeed! Can
you get here in time for dinner? I heard they are serving our favorite, Levekkian Steak.
Ooh, I love that!
The Admiral answered. Yes, especially with Rawdagg potatoes, sour cream, and
butter. I like it, Babe! We be eating good in the hood tonight. Outta sight, man! she
danced and shook as she mocked an old restaurant slogan. Say, Sweets, how about I
pull some great orchestral music from the archives and bring it? I think they have
most of our favorites.

I hear they have Dr. Millers performance with the Manx

Symphony Orchestra. Remember the wondrous way they played Rhapsody in Blue?
Now that was, I should say, aurally delicious, Tee hee hee!
The Colonel could not help but laugh. Ah ha ha! Now thats a good one, honey,
aurally delicious, eh? In fact, you, my love, are most visually and tacitly delicious,
among other things. Gr.... I cant wait to get you tonight, Baby. Meow...
Du reacted with a purr, So, am I romantically delicious?
Definitely that one, oh, yes! the Colonel answered. Most meritorioisly that one,
Ha ha!

The two sweethearts turned at the next hallway to their right, went down a long
passageway, and the Colonel opened the door at the end. As they broke out into the
freshness of the afternoon, he said, Isnt this Station Shaddix air wonderful, my
love? he asked as he lead his wife to the access ramp of the portal.
The Admiral said, Lovely, Darling! You know, although we shall be apart but a few
hours, I shall desperately miss you, my husband. They embraced and then kissed.

The Captain manning the portal said, Why, if it isnt our two newlyweds.
Congratulations, folks! Then he shook the Colonels hand as he rendered,
Congratulations to you and your lovely bride, sir. Many returns of the years!
Admiral Du chuckled at that one and sweetly remarked, That is a new one, Captain,
many returns of the years. I like it! Thank you so very much, she responded as she
hugged the Captain. He was just a bit surprised when he said,

Why, maam, I never hugged an Admiral before. What an honor this is for me! You
are most welcome. Now, I think you two each did very well, Admiral. Congratulations
again! the Captain lauded.
The Admiral got half way up on the ramp in readiness for her launch. Then she blew
another kiss toward her husband and said, Captain, I have on my space suit, Ha!
Well, okay, its just a pant suit. But I am ready! Ha ha hee!
The Captain turned to the launch console and said, Here we go, Missy! He dialed
and activated 6 keypads which set the end site location, speed, impact, and distance.
It was only 50,000 miles to the Fed Cent. Then, he touched the center pad, and when
she stepped forward, he hailed, Engage! Your portal is ready for you. The energy
locus in the center of the Nephilim Portal gave out a loud Whirr! and then the
apparent water began to swirl and roil. The Admiral stepped into the sheet of liquid
energy and was gone.
As the Colonel turned around and walked away, the Captain reacted with, See you
this evening, sir! and the Colonel raised his right hand to wave a backward good bye
as he opened the door once again and headed for his office.
Levekkian Steak did sound good

Right at 5 PM that evening, Admiral Du came back through the portal. She ran right
to the Colonels office, ran in, and threw her arms around him as she said, all at a very
high speed, Ooh, I love you, Mr. Manomine, and I missed you terribly! How was your
day?

We had a great meeting and settled all sorts of things.

We discussed

procedures, rules and regs, computer junk, fishing, and uh... oh yes, policy. What did
you do today, Honey? Was it a fruitful afternoon? Did you miss me?? Do you still

want a Levekkian Steak, cause Im starved. Dang, I have a HOT need! In fact, wanna
go make out before dinner, cause I am that horny for you, Babe!
The Colonel loved the way his sugar sweet wifey Admiral Baby just loved to unload
a full vent when she first saw him. She had such an active mind! Also, she was hungry,
both for good food and some loving. His kind of woman, for sure. Yes to all the
above. Yea, yea, Yessiree, Love. Sex before dinner? (Is that spiritual do you think?)
Man, it was a day! Many things, unusual ones, occurred today. First, General Fuller
wants me to do a base wide review soon. Thats a huge job. And, its almost time for
inventory. Wow, do we have a berzillion ED-BD parts around here. Well, lets eat, shall
we, cause I am ravenous. First the steak, then YOU, okay? I need the strength first, all
right? He was quite wrung out this evening.
In the big and very open dining room there were about 150 folks having dinner
already!

The Admiral nodded at a few people, then she looked at her watch and

reacted, Oh, crap! The time changed today. Its really ten after 6! We better get seated
right away or they are going to eat our steaks. Come on, she said as she dragged him
to a table. Is this okay, Babe? At least its available, huh, Huh Ha Ha!
The Colonel just smiled and plopped himself down, and said, You bet, babesters.
Then he said to a waiter, Can we have some ice water, please? Im real thirsty. (Soda,
babe? Cola?) Two colas, too. Thanks. Wow, you mean I have been behind all day?
Wow! Say, lady, did I tell you how unbelievably beautiful I find you to be, Honey? he
asked as he leaned over to kiss his Du. She kissed him passionately in return. Dack
could hardly wait to get her to bed! She was the pure loveliest thing he had ever seen.
She responded, Yes, you just did, Sweetie. I love you soo much, Dack, and she
was suddenly distracted. Man, that steak smells good! Levekkian steak was very
lean and filled with flavor. That had to do with the fact that they were only range fed on
great fodder in the beautiful plains of Levekk. The aroma was incredible! Then Du let
out a wide yawn. Ahh! Oh, yeah, I think I need the strength, too. I wouldnt want to nod
off on you now.
The colonel leaned over and said softly, Believe me, sugar, you will be so busy you
wont be able to nod off...
Kidding! she clarified. Me got big time horny need fo my man. Yo! Oh, excuse
me, I didnt see you coming, uh, Gene, she said slightly embarrassed to the waiter as
she read his name badge. Thanks, Gene. Yes, pop, my favorite, she said as she took
a huge swig from her bottle. Uh huh, the drink of champions!
Babe, you just reminded me of a gag I once played on a newbie in Hollywood. You see, I did
extra work for awhile. This is so funny! The shows director had a friend come to the
show, to, uh, be an extra and get discovered, he gestured quote marks. Yeah, right!

Well, he saw what looked like beer on the set so he figured he could tank up for free. I
saw him coming so I asked the guy playing the bartender to take one of those
Hollywood TV fake beer bottles that were really filled with ice tea and to pour a load of
salt into the bottle. Well, when the newbie got the ice cold bottle he said, Oh boy! and
then he tipped his head back and tried to down about half of the bottle in one swig.
Needless to say, he spit cued tea all over the set when all that table salt hit his throat. It
was funny! He was just hacking and wheezing, so I patted him on the back and asked,
Hey, RIck, you all right? Why, didnt you know there is NO ALCOHOL ALLOWED on
Hollywood TV and movie sets, guy? Welcome to Hollywood, dude! Ha ha ha! We
lassed our affs off that day. The star of the show even came over to me later and
remarked, Now, Dack, that was a good one! Du laughed uncontrollably!
After dinner, Du and Dack went for a walk. The night sky was very dark and the
distant Protheon galaxy was irridescently glowing in pinks and blues. It was downright
stunning to watch!
As they walked along holding hands, Du asked, Honey, have you thought about
having children? Did you ever want them?

The Colonel was waiting for this one. He smiled assuredly and said, I cant have
them, sweetheart. When I was in combat duty years ago, I got nearly hit by a Trey-nel
round. It put some shrapnel into my groin. And, after a couple of hours of surgery I
woke up to hear my doctor say, Sorry, Major Dack, but this one stole your kids. A part
of my scrotum was injured just enough that now my body does not make semen. Im
just a sports model now, Baby! Ha ha! But think of the fun we are going to have.... Let
the games begin!
She demurely smiled like a woman does who simply adores her man. Her silver gray
eyes shone as she said, Speaking of that, my dinner is quite walked off. I volunteer to
see what I can do to help, Colonel, okay? You are to make insanely passionate love to
me for at the minimum, three hours. Now thats an order, Colonel!

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. D., D. B. S., & Ph. D.

Chapter 2 RELEASE

The Air traffic Controller saw what he knew to be Sikorsky Helo November 93 on his
SSR, or Secondary Surveillance Radar, then pulled up his binoculars for a visual. He
spotted the helicopter's flashing lights coming in the night sky about two miles away
and to the west and the radio director said, FSS Flight Base to Sikorsky Helo
November 93, you are cleared for landing at the front landing zone, LZ #37, his radio
crackled.
Sikorsky Helo November 93... Roger. Proceeding to LZ #37, thanks! said the pilot.
The return flight of the large Sikorsky 557-C Business Jet Quadricopter came right
in on time!

The crew had run out to the Electronics Substation to help a young

mechanic who took a bad shock. He had been rigging, pulling some cables, when he
grabbed ahold of the circuit box. He did not know it was shorting out and it gave him a
very momentary 1,600 volts charge. The chap had sustained some minor burns but
would be quite all right, as the Burn Care Unit Doctor had said.
As she gathered together all her scattered-on-the-flight-floor gear now for her med
kit, Lorna Nordic, the FSS Aeroth EMT Flight Nurse, prepared to deboard the craft and
go back to the ER at base for more supplies before they went airborne again. It was
just 11 O'clock at night and her shift had started at 8:30 PM, so she knew there would
be other calls tonight. She wondered how her 2 year old son, Erick Karll, was doing.
He sometimes fussed when she had to work in the evening. The little guy just loved
cuddling in bed with his Momma. Tonight he would cuddle his bears.
The pilot came on and said, Lorna babe, our ETA is 20 minutes, front LZ, Over!
Rand Masson had called her 'Lorna babe' ever since he had met her 5 years before. At
that time, he had made a comment like, Wow! Yer a gorgeous Miss Saturn, Babe,
and the name had stuck. Over the time they had worked together they, and the co/nav,
Harley Deeks, had become a well oiled medical rescue machine. Lorna sat with her
flight log for a few minutes to record her incident report,
Patient John Stocks, male caucasian, 46 years old, station mechanic and
electrician, had superficial electrical shock burns on his forearms, the fingers of his
hands, and blotches on his feet. He took 1,600 volts for a short second. Fortunately, his
co worker, Ed Kent, had seen him as he was about to pick up the circuit box, and he
pulled the cable out of the outlet just as Deeks touched it. Treated injuries with
Silvadene burn ointment, wrapped in gauze and Flexinet Dressing and delivered him to
the George F. Simpson Medical Center Hospital Burn Care Unit for further treatment.

Had his associate not pulled the cable, he could now be deceased. Burn Unit Doctor,
Bill Fortes, M. D., says patient will be all right soon. Signed,

Lorna R. Nordic,

EMT, RN, PA.

Forty six year old Lorna Renee Nordic had entered the public services area at F. S. S.
Aeroth about 18 years prior. She had originally enlisted in the Police School, had been
a young and single mother who often wrestled and struggled to get ahead, and finally
became a field officer who cruised the neighborhoods on call. She had seen it all
shootings, four injuries and a broken left leg of her own, stabbings, murders,
molestations, and traffic accidents by the scores. Eleven years ago, the Academy had
offered an EMT Med Training course, so she had signed up. After 4 months of arduous
training, Lorna had been assigned to the MediVac crew as its 'nearly an MD Specialty
EMT'. She enjoyed the job because each call was unique.
As they approached the Landing Zone (LZ), Lorna could see that things were still
pretty quiet tonight around FSS Aeroth. There was, however, a really slick and fancy
red-orange car parked nearby, so she wondered who owned that. As they came by it
she remarked, Awesome! Marry me, whoever you are that owns that pretty thang car.
Whoa! Yoo hoo! It's little Lorna babe, cute medical grabe! Ha ha!
On the headphones, both pilots said, Was that you? and everyone laughed.
Lorna cackled at her own silliness and said an even sillier, Duh! It had to do with
the anxiety of the incidents. Techs usually laughed afterward, it was such a stressing
job.
As they set down on the front LZ, the pilot turned off the engines and the big helo
whirled into stillness once again.

Once she was back inside the hospital, Lorna went down to Medical Supplies for
some refills. Hi, hi! Lorna here. I ran out of some things, uh, let's see I need 6
bottles of Lidocaine 2%, some 4 by 4s, three boxes, 5 wrapping gauze rolls, Flexinet,
Dressing, all sizes, and 5 tubes of Silvadene ointment. That should do me for now, Bob.
Thanks, she said to the clerk.
Bob smiled and went back for the supplies with a, Be right back, girlie.
With a kind, Thanks, Robert, Lorna Re stuffed all the supplies into a large, navy
blue carrying bag and headed back to the helo to stock them. She passed Admiral Du
in the hallway and said, Hello there, sissy. Congratulations to you lovebirds! Set a
date yet? she queried.
Not yet! offered Du with a sweet smile. But we are working on it. You will be the
first to know, hon, okay? Well, gotta go. Bye! and she was out the door to the
Nephilim Portal.
Lorna said a rather weak, Good bye? Boy, there's a woman that does get around!
She zips into and out of the portal like it's a Chevrolet. Berzillions of light years in a
split second, Zoom! (Be cool) Hey, that sounds strangely like Captain Marvel, Lorna.
Man, woman! Ha ha! Man, woman? What am I thinking?
She then opened the left side door of the beautiful green and white helo and
climbed inside the passenger compartment. She sat down, looked around, and said,
Let's see now. Dressings go here. Injectibles, there. And the rest go over, uh, here.
Whew! I am set, captain.
Just as she said that she could hear the pilot say, You are so cute, kid. Always
talking to thyself, woman! By the way, we go in about 30, okay? We're just waiting for

our co to finish a late dinner. We will eat now, and on the way. They brought food, he
offered as he handed her a fast food bag.
Lorna opened the bag and remarked, Ah, the wonderful aroma of fries and burgers!
It's all 'so American', you know? Here. Have one of those, and she handed him a
gigantic double burger. It's got lots of yummy cholesterol, Rand boy! So darned good
fer yuh And these, and she handed him a package of french fries. And, oh, yes, the
old coker doker with an entire 10 teaspoons of SUGAR, delicious! she said as she
took a big bite of the hamburger. The staff of life is bread, so what does that make the
good old burger, fries, and a coke? Ha ha! Almost exactly together they said,
HEARTBURN! Eat slowly, friends. And get 0 heartburn with Prolistic!
At about 4 AM this message came in, Sikorsky Helo November 93, do you read?
Do you read, Sikorsky Helo November 93?? was heard on the overhead radio

speakers. The pilot grabbed the mic and replied, This is Sikorsky Helo November 93.
We read you.

The radio cackled again with, Sikorsky Helo November 93, we need assistance. We
have a two vehicle rollover with 1 hurt. Please advise, the police officer said.
The pilot replied, What is your 20?
The officer informed the pilot,Yes, we are at 2466 N. Bardwell Lane. Right in the
business district. You will see a big red bus overturned, and a red car.
We are on the way. Roger and out! Rand hailed Harley on his walkie talkie, and
Harley came quickly sprinting from the commissary.
Harley, the co pilot and navigator climbed in and asked, What do we have, y'all?
as he fastened his seat belt and reached for the yoke.
We've got a rollover involving two. One hurt. Sounds like one of them was a bus,
apparently empty. That's a good thing, Harley boy, right? Let's hope the injury isn't too
bad. We're going, Lorna Babe! he yelled to the back. He knew that she was already
locked down and ready to fly. He heard her say,
Roger that, boss man! She knew that they were already airborne, for she felt the
craft lift off, then surge foreward on an angle. In fact, The ability of helicopters to move
laterally in any direction or rotate 360 degrees makes them exciting to fly, but piloting
one of the machines requires great skill and dexterity. To control a helicopter, the pilot
grips the cyclic in one hand, the collective in the other. At the same time, his feet must
operate the foot pedals that control the tail rotor, which allows the helicopter to rotate
in either direction on its horizontal axis. It takes both hands and both feet to fly a
helicopter!
During takeoff, the pilot Rand works the collective and the foot pedals
simultaneously. The collective typically looks like a handbrake whose grip functions as
the throttle. Twisting the grip controls the power output of the engine, increasing or

decreasing the speed of the main rotor. With that in mind, to begin a typical helicopter
takeoff:
~ First, the pilot opens the throttle completely to increase the speed of the rotor.
~ Next, he pulls up slowly on the collective. The collective control raises the
entire swash plate assembly as a unit. This has the effect of changing the pitch
of all rotor blades by the same amount simultaneously.
~ As the pilot increases collective pitch, he depresses the left foot pedal to
counteract the torque produced by the main rotor.
~ The pilot keeps pulling up slowly on the collective while depressing the left
foot pedal. ~ When the amount of lift being produced by the rotor exceeds the
weight of the helicopter, the aircraft will get light on its skids and slowly leave
the ground.
~ At this point, the pilot feels the cyclic become sensitive. He grips the cyclic
and, in most cases, nudges the helicopter forward. Lorna knew by the feeling
that they were well on their way.

She turned to her log and wrote: Entry for 7/23, 4:37 AM: Got a call from the PD

that there is a two car, rollover accident in the business district. Officer said one is
injured, but we don't knew how seriously.
Below the big Sikorsky aircraft, Lorna could see lots of early morning night lights as
they went toward the main business district. From her port window, the city looked like
a shiny area with more lights than the housing areas they were passing over, one that
sparkled from their elevation of 1,500 feet. She and her nine year old son Eric had
shopped there a few days ago. She got him the new Space Guy Captain Rick action
figure. He loved it, and the Rocky Road ice cream they had at Starrow's after shopping.
Pilot Rand said, ETA 6 minutes, Lorna babe...
Roger that, Rand, Lorna said as she checked her equipment one last time. She had everything. It
was all done now but the treatment part

Harley the Nav said, We have a visual

Looks like a big red bus lying on its side and a red classic car turned sideways. Here

we go into landing. I'd say over there, in the park, captain, he pointed to the park
right across from the wreck.
The pilot hovered for a moment at about 80 feet purely for safety reasons, then he
put her down onto the grass lawn of the park. Yes, he had a good 10:1 landing ratio
area. He suddenly spun her so the access door was facing the street. That made
coming and going easier than having to gurney wheel the patient around to the
opposite side of the helo.

As the helo set down, Lorna unbuckled her seat belt,

grabbed her kit, and waited for Harley to open the access door from the outside. It was
a safety procedure they strictly followed so no one opened the doors and fell out!
Harley tapped twice on the door and she said, Come in! very cheerily. Ha, ha!
Lorna rolled the gurney and cage out. Harley grabbed it and ran to the street. Lorna
came along behind and they found an injured man lying on his back in the street. She
realized he had been driving the truck. The man angrily said, They ran off!

The

danged kids swerved right in front of me, stupid rascals!

Lorna leaned over to him and assured him, I bet the police find them, sir. Anyway, I
am EMT nurse Lorna. Do you hurt anywhere? she said as she brushed his rather
messed up hair back out of his face.
Yeah, my ribs. Did I roll over? he wanted to know. That bus is our livelihood.
Thank God I hadn't picked up anyone yet. Thank God!
Lorna responded, Yeah, roger that. What is your name and how old are you, sir?
The man answered, Bob, really Roberto Morales. I drive that bus, we own it, the Mrs.
and I.
I see. How old? she queried.

He said, A mere 56, Ma'am. You say you're Lorna?

She replied, Yes, sir. Do you smoke or drink alcohol at all? These were the same
questions she asked everyone.
He reacted, Oh, no, I am old enough without doing that, Ha ha! Oh, man, my ribs
hurt.
Just lie very still now. I'm going to take your vitals, she smiled as she reached
for the blood pressure cuff. She snugged it around his left arm, pumped up the
pressure bulb, and read, Not bad, only 143 over 89. Let's see, your respirations are
102. A bit high for some folks. I am going to call the ER at the hospital, okay?
Medical Central, this is Sikorsky Helo November 93. I have a Hispanic male, 56 yrs
old. His BP is 143 over 89, breathing is 102. He is mildly diaphoretic. Complaining of
rib pain in the left lower. Advise, please, she requested.
Lorna heard this reply momentarily,

Yes, Helo Sikorsky Helo November 93,

administer Lactated Ringer's, keep calm, and transport immediately.

She and Harley got Bob to the chopper, lashed his carrier in place, and she assured the patient, We
are about to lift off, sir. Just relax. We will be at the hospital in about

35 minutes. The helo lunged forward at that moment. Lorna just smiled and offered,
Water? Here is a drink. Slowly now There we go. Was it Roberto? Am I right? That
is what someone at the scene called you.
Yo soy Roberto Morales, Miss Lorna, he said calmly. Lorna remarked, You will be
fine, Mr. Morales. Try not to move your chest, all right? You may have a rib cage
sprain, a bad bruise, or a rib broken. We will fix you up!
Thirty eight minutes later, they flew in to the hospital H Zone. That was a big and
highly visible area with an H for the hospital. It was amazing how high you can be, or
how far away, and you can still see the H Zone, the hospital helipad!

As the pilot let the Sikorsky down, Lorna said, We are home, friend! Harley and I
will get you right in and they can check you out. Just relax 'cause we're going to move
you again, Roberto. No meuvas, seguro? (Don't move, okay?)

Morales was day dreaming and almost sleeping, so he muttered, Oh, yeah, seguro.
Once they got him inside, the crew at the ER went over Roberto. Yes, he did crack a
couple of ribs. He would be taped up for a few days to keep his chest reasonably
unmovable, but he would be just fine in a short while.

It was another successful

mission.
The next day Lorna had time off. She planned to just relax a lot and play with Eric.
Lorna wore only her swimsuit, and other light or no clothing, as it was very hot. She
had forgotten that Eric had school today, so she just lounged around and read her
novel and magazines most of the day. That, and watching the falls nearby. The view
was fabulous! For lunch, she decided to make a fresh and nourishing salad to snack
on. A healthy diet and vigorous exercise had made her very fit and able to overcome
the rigors of her job. A salad had been a very good, and delicious, idea. Then she took
a nice nap for an hour at about 1 in the afternoon.
When she woke up with several big yawns, she realized she was back in the real

world once again. She had been dreaming of being with 'a boyfriend', although she had
none, as they shot the rapids down a powerful and roaring river. It was exciting, as she

fell out of the raft and had to be towed back in by her boyfriend. The dream was very
realistic and she realized she was more tired than she thought. White water rafting!
Cool, but something she had never tried.
Rather suddenly, Lorna's mind went to the case she was part of. A guy had broken
into her home one night four months back, threatened her with a very sharp knife, then
raped and sodomized her for about an hour. But they got the suspect and were now
trying him. His name was Wayne Terrance Sallo and he had been both a rapist and a
child molester previously. He had also done a number of break ins and petty theft. In
fact, she believed he was very dangerous, so Lorna knew she had to help put him away
for good if she could.
She had gotten a very good and long look at him, so picking him out of the mug
shots was not hard. She had also pulled him from a line up. The very odd thing was
that he stared right into her eyes while he sexed her. He even sodomized her that way
instead of kneeling behind her. It was stupid on his part, and a mechanism for his own
thrills to look at the woman he was violating. Well, Lorna had the determination and
courage to stare back in return. Oh, yes, she knew she would get the bastard. Since it
happened she had a recurring dream of it all, and she sometimes could not sleep. The
staff psychologist had helped her a lot, too.
No one was around, and no one could see, so Lorna wanted to go au naturel. She
stripped off her white, lacey bra and scanty red bikini panties, tossed them on a chair,
and gave a big stretch. She lofted her ample breasts in her hands and then she caught
her own reflection in the nearby window, so she checked herself out. She had nice
boobs, large, full and high. There had never been any augmentations or tucks as she
didn't need them. She ran her left hand down her belly and near her pubis. Her skin

was creamy and nice to touch. And although she had a baby a few years before, her
female parts had not had surgeries or the like. She figured that for a cougar of her age
she was still pretty hot. Anyway, she felt that way. The mind truly is the greatest sex
organ. Aw, sometimes she needed a man more than she dare say. Oh, well. Later.
She breathed deeply and sighed, I am still a woman, you victim preying maggot!
You took nothing from me. And I certainly did not give anything to you, you dumb jerk!
I will have this because I want it! You are not part of this, understand, dummy? That's
what the therapist said, Let it all go!
The guy really had not removed anything from her at all, but the episode had
definitely put one thing into her being, the desire to be a totally intelligent,
professional, sexy, career-oriented mother, a woman with her own rights to protect
herself and those she loved and to help herself. She was her truest self again.
Yes, she knew there would probably be a man in her future, but for now, it was raise

Eric, work hard and advance in her career, and live life to the fullest. Thinking of all
this, she knelt on a rug on the floor, raised her arms and let out a I am a womanYesssss! real loudly. She realized she was freer than free now.

It was her legacy, her right, her freedom, and now her great joy to assert herself
again. She knew she was desirable and gorgeous, a very gifted and beautiful woman.
Yes, she could still feel. She was still the totality of Registered Nurse TechnicianPhysician's Assistant-Emergency Medical Technician Ms. Lorna Renee Nordic, and that
was saying something pretty wonderful. Man, she finally had made it out of the depths
of shame, pain, and fear and came out into the light of who she really was. Like the
helo, she was flying now!

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. D., D. B. S., & Ph. D.

Chapter Three: Confrontations

The Fed Cent staff meeting was going to be interesting and somewhat exciting, to
say the least. As Martia Domei, the central agency secretary, went over her notes one
last time, she took her silver and black Mont Blanc Boheme Fineliner liquid gel pen
with the pretty orange citrine on the clip and circled the key parts of her notes. She
knew it was vital to remind General Darv k Kemm (Darr'-vick Kem-mee') to
announce the marriage celebration party for Colonel Dack Jaentra and Admiral Du
Katrenich, the Admiral Sharioch. Some of the office ladies had already made a
gorgeous purple and teal colored cake, some wonderful and fanciful petit fours, lots of
crunchy munchies, and a delicious purple punch that was made of lemons,

blueberries, and boysenberries all juiced up and sweetened. Then they would scoop
frozen sorbet on top, a cool green apple mint one. That would be really lovely!
Many of the employees were already buying wedding gifts such as towels, bedding,
kitchenware, housewares, and so forth, the things that the couple would need to set
up their household. Martia had to remind the General of the date and time, Saturday
the 29th @ 7:30 PM. The party would be in the main ballroom of the Fed Cent.
The issues today were to include some of the following:
~ The Callidaysians' bogus attack on the FSS Aeroth
~ MIT students who were sending laser rays across the universe
~ The Peace Agreement, editing, printing for all
~ Upgrading of all Nephilim Portals, new devices, electronics
~ The scholarship Academy program for promising students
~ Amendments to all codes, civil, military, and domestic legislation
~ Appointments of new chairs: Divorce Agency, Weapons Unit, Foray
Just then, the General came in with, Is everything in readiness, Martia?
Yes sir! she answered. All is ready. Oh, yes, please take this note. This is the
date, time, and place for the Colonel's and the Admiral's party, Okay?
The General responded affirmatively as he pored over his status notes on the
Callidaysian attack issue, This is a crazy way to do things, you know? You just don't
shoot asteroids down to scare folks who are not your adversaries to begin with! I tell
you, Martia, I am so glad that the Lucatt, our fearless, affable commander from
Callidae, was able to see that the mission was a farce. He had not ordered it, so heads
were going to roll, as they say, or perhaps more correctly in Callidaysian terms,
campaign bars would be lopped off. Ha ha!

Amen to that! Martia replied.

Say, about the field readings we got on

Bauzmann MK-32, what do you think are the chances the beings are humanoid,
anyway?
The General answered, Oh, I can't think they are. Perhaps some sort of Prolazians, but they are decidedly NOT humanoid! You see, they leave no, shall we say,
'evidence' they have been anywhere. No prints, no vapor oddment, no residuum, no
signature, nothing we can read. It is as if they were never there. I can't really say how
they accomplish this. It's most mysterious.
Martia was amused when she said, I should say. Did you say 'oddment'? What is
an oddment, sir?
The General feared she would not know that rather moot word. An oddment is like
something unusual, such as a piece of cloth that is left over after you have used the
rest of the fabric. Understand?
Martia reacted, Yes, that. I see. Well, I will be curious to learn how that comes out,
sir. Oh, as for the meeting, here is our rostrum. I should think everything is there.
As the general perused it, he added one thing. The painting of the buildings? I
want those paint color swatches and charts, so everyone can give us their best
choices of shades. I want each person to have their own copy of these color bars. We
will have each person mark three favorites, all right? Let's see, other than that, it
looks like we are there, Martia! Nice job.
Martia always appreciated those last words. It made everything so very worth all
the work to hear that from your supervisor, 'Nice job!' Yes sir and thanks.

At that point, Martia went one time around the huge conference table, checked to
see that everyone had all they would need, then she smiled and went back to her office
desk.

The meeting began right on time and everyone was in attendance. The General
began, Hello, all. Well, we have a packed agenda today, so let's get right to it, shall
we? Here is the list of todays' topics for each of you.
All right, concerning the mission for minerals research, a team of 12 of you will
take the Nephilim Portal to Kallus-9. We are going to be looking, particularly, for a
substance known as Ferrous Beryllium Titacarbite. A very small deposit was found in
Mountain Pass, CA many years ago, among a rich deposit of rare earth metals and the
like. Until now, there has been almost none of it. But recent deep space scans revealed

that there is a considerable amount of the mineral On Kallus-9. Here is a schematic

showing how you will acquire it:

Each team of two people will carry this portable Diamond Earth Core Driller. It is a
powerful rascal capable of drilling many feet deep even through solid rock! The motor
is Mil-Spec and very high end, so this dog will not break down in the field. Here is one,
all packed up. Chantelle, please come up and lift it, okay? Not bad, huh? It only
weights about thirty pounds without the drill head and core. It is easy to manage, too.
With this device you will take core samples a long as 47 inches. So this should help
you acquire several nice samples each. The samples will be carried back home in
these tubes. Once home, the lab guys and gals will section them, crush the material,
and then chemically analyze the material.

Now, as you work it will become vital to carefully record the data on each drill. We
need longitude and latitude locations (use your GPS), terrain descriptions, top soil
features such as rocky, sandy, or the like, plus we will date and number each sample
and you will sign for them. We hope to bring back about 150 pounds of material all in
all. Each team will make a few Nephilim Portal trips altogether. It should be possible to
get what we need in about three days. I think that is pretty clear, so let's move on.
Martia was asking me about THIS guy, our alien friend from Bauzmann MK-32:

What do you think- is he humanoid, or not? Come on and check him out! the
General queried the group. A number of folks gave some pretty convincing opinions,
then the General simply said, Not! Here, let me show you why. Please notice that
whereas here is a rather typical non-humanoid, a Galvackean male. this fellow has two
arms and two legs, like humans, he is also very almost reptilian in his appearance.
Claws, cloven, hoofed feet, the eyes, the exposed intestinal area, the ridges on the
back of the arms and legs, the exposed back bone, the appendages from the facenone of these features are humanoid.

And look at this one, he said, changing the picture.

Again, we have three fingers and an opposed thumb, a face that splits, no genitalia,
and legs that look like a dinosaur legs- not humanoid!
He continued with, What about this Meshalot? He has an elongated head, but very
humanoid facial features. Humanoid!
Let's look at our friend again. He is more Prolazians than human. Whereas his face
has a somewhat human shape, the reptilian skin, fangs, and his projected cranial vault
just YELL that he is non-humanoid, you see? He is definitely not humanoid, and get
this, his sanguine fluid is yellow-green, sort of chartreuse, Ha ha!
Okay, enough alien anatomy for now, Heh-heh Let's go on to...
The so-called Callidaykians attack the other day. Our research now shows it was
not an effort on their part at all. In reality, an interloper who wheedled his way into their
good graces became someone who gained access to one of their promasmic cannon
towers, so did all the shooting. He says he was just goofing around, not trying to
commit any harm to anyone. The government there assures us that they wish for
ongoing peace, so they did not take the shots at the FSS Aeroth. Fortunately for us,
the fellow was not very adept at firing the device, although he did pretty much wipe out
a small asteroid! Anyway, he is being punished for what he did.
By the way, Fed Cent just informed us this morning that they just received the
resumes and complete entrance applications from two young men and a young
woman. These were the kids who sent ray beam blasts from their research facility for
MIT, the one on Mars They all start training next term! and everyone applauded
about that news.

Okay, we are making good progress now. All right, the Peace treaty has been fully
signed by all candidates. We are now at peace with:
The Talladegan Sector, the Hermalshuns, the Goresjikan Nation, the Mendavellians,
the Dirn-Vernash Region, the Callidykians, the Dro~Jakes, the Vemei*ninnikans, Deep
Set 65, the Venutians, the Approfaschkks, the Samordeens, the Xykents, and the
Wezzikahkks Formality. Wonderful, wonderful, eh? and everyone cheered.
Let's see Oh, yes. All the Nephilim Portals are being rigged with new telemetry,
some better electronics, and a brand new device that records each flight. This is a film
of one flight Take a look! he illustrated.

Do you see the glow, the radiance, around her head? Well, that indicates a
recorded flight. A small disk could be removed from the Sending Controls Unit, the

SCU. The flight, in its entirety, can be re-played. It will show everything she saw, felt,
and understood while out on the mission.
The device taps into her cerebral cortex, with not any indicator that it is being
done, no sensation, and certainly no pain. In fact, it sort of records her brain waves!
Those are interpreted by the main computer into a very powerful emotionally based
computer mega language.

The insights, views, thoughts, and so forth all become

'uninterpreted' every time you play back the disk. It's so very cool! More later on this.
he said as he looked t his watch. Well, let's cover one more issue today, then we will
go. In have held you quite awhile now.
Congratulations are in order, stand up, folks, to the Colonel and our dearest, the
one we call 'your grace', Admiral Du Katrenich. Here, here, everyone! and a great deal
of cheering broke out! Now we are having a party for them on Saturday the 29 th @
7:30 PM, right here in the main ball room. BE there, everyone! Gifts are most
appropriate, for sure. Let's set up housekeeping for these two, okay? Great!
At that point, Martia was gesturing at the walls, which jogged the General's memory.
OH, yes, I almost forgot, Martia You are each being given some wall color chips in a
set. Study them, walk around the facility, and tell us where you would like to see what
colors, all right? You can suggest colors schemes, too give the decorators your
ideas, like what colors should be used to decorate the Ball Room? That sort of thing.
Okay, here are some notes for you to read on the status of other issues. All right, you
are dismissed for now. Coffee cups and trash can go into the big waste baskets,
please. Good bye for now! the General finished.

Martia felt the meeting had gone well. A lot was covered and everyone seemed to
tune right in. Wow, rockhounding on another planetoid. Very cool! She had given
color swatches to everyone. So she could not wait to see what they recommended.
Martia liked cream and maroon, so she had her own office decorated with those colors.
Now it was about time to do inventory. That was always a huge job. And, everyone
told her they could come to the party for the Colonel and the Admiral. She was going to
make a sweet and gorgeous bride! Her colors were teal and purple so Martia couldn't
wait to see how they decorated the ballroom. It was going to be resplendent, she knew.
It all gave her the twitters to attend a grand and glorious event.
A few evenings later it became time for the Wedding Reception for Du & Dack.

Martia decided to buy them some purple and teal bath towels and wash cloths. These
were their favorite colors. She would also gift wrap them in purple and teal gift wrap,

Wow! The ballroom looks awesome. said Jenna to Kent. Oh, how cute!
Look at the sign. Real neat. And isn't the use of purple and teal so gorgeous? I love
it, Babe! They wandered over to the food tables. The punch was a purple color and
had sorbet balls in teal. There were incredible, delicious things, like giant shrimp
cocktails, tiny Darmenitarr beef sandwiches, petit fours that looked so yummy, and the
veggies were amazing, everything one could want!
Kent asked, All this and dinner, too? I'm like so ready.
Every one of the 300 or so guests took a seat as they rang a bell. When dinner was
served, it turned out to be wondrous various dishes of fowl, steaks, crab legs from
Irritani, a green salad with grated cheese and green olive on it, the most scrumptious
Venadien bread, and anything you could want to drink. Kent ordered a Citanian Ale for
each of them. It was so soft, not harsh at all, and had a really bright carbonation. It all
tasted so good. Just then, someone called everybody to attention. It was the General.
Folks, may I have our attention? Please?? Thank you! We have a young AA here
who wants to propose a toast to his boss, so get your glass filled with 'whatever' you
are drinking. Please go ahead, AA, he invited Posi-shacqui.
Posi-shacqui took the floor and said, Well, isn't this a lovely occasion? Tonight we
christen our wonderful Colonel Dack and his gorgeous bride, the Admiral of grace.
Doesn't Ms. Du look amazingly beautiful tonight? The entire group rose to their feet
and there were lots of whistles to fill the room. Man, Admiral, your grace, I have to say
this, YOU LOOK HOT, Ma'am, so totally hot, Ha ha! Well, here is to our dear ones.- May
you ever find peace in each others' arms, my your hearts be so preciously filled with
bountiful love for one another, may you bond forever in all you feel, and may your
future be the brightest ever Here, her, everyone! Here, here!!!

Du and Dack just loved that part about 'be so preciously filled with bountiful love for
one another'. How beautifully said was that!
The crowd now was asking Dack to say something. He finally got up and went to
the front of the table lecturn. Dack smiled and said, A great big thanks to you all. You
are so kind. Wow, guys, I bagged the Admiral, Ha ha! Seriously, though, she is
completely precious to me. We only look forward to many years of sharing, growing,
learning, and belonging to each other. I feel I am really blessed to have her, he said as
he smiled at Du and she got up and went over to put her arm around him.
She leaned into the microphone and said, You are so amazing to know, to work
with, and yes, the Admiral is finally going to say this, and to LOVE, our friends and
colleagues. Thank you for being you. This party and dinner goes far beyond what we
imagined. How about a nice hand for the chef and his crew? And to everyone who
decorated? Fabulous, folks, just fabulous! You all are amazing! she said as she blew
kisses to the audience.
Four and a half weeks later Du and Dack took their honeymoon to Porstos IV. They
went through the Nephilim Portal one morning and they were there! When they arrived,
they found a nice place to lodge. It was a beautiful old house owned by an officer in
the Federation. They also provided a nice custom car for them to drive, a Bentley.

After having made love like a couple of little minks in heat they got a good night's
rest. On the morrow they were going to visit a very different sort of place. They
packed a nice breakfast basket of ham and Evercom-9 Gahgahkk eggs, with some fruit.
Once they were in the car they drove to a large lake. In the center was an island that
had odd visual characteristics. On Vravros Island all the colors were bright and very
unusual. The water in the lake looked pink-orange and the earth and rocks were very
vibrant colors such as sapphire blue, emerald green, yellow ochre, and fire engine red.
Somehow, the sun on Portos IV created virtual declension effects to cause all this
color shifting. You talk about unusual photographs! They sat down right in the midst
of all that gorgeous display and had their breakfast, the first meal they had as a
married
couple.

After they ate, they were cuddling and kissing as they sat looking at the water.
Suddenly Du was rather awestruck with her fabulous pink Morganite wedding rings.
She said, Darling, I will always wear these rings as a sign of your love for me.
Honestly, Honey, I sometimes think I s'hant deserve you, but I know I do. That is just a
bit of my treacherous past talking to me, I know. My dad was so rough at times. But I
forgave him many times. I just wish the soul inside of me would let all that go. Does
that part of a person have a really long 'memory' or something?
Dack was just listening to his girl. After a moment of looking away, he looked right
into her beautiful eyes and assured her, Sweetheart, that was then, but this is now.
This is my turn to show you what real love is. It shows no abuse, gives no pain, and
lasts and lasts.
Can you handle
that,

do

you

think, Missy?
he asked with a
wink.

Dus pretty face lighted up and she said, Only for about 17 freakin' trillion years! t
then she tickled him. Booger, I'll get you! Run, brudda! For the next half hour, the
lovebirds ran and tickled and teased each other like kids at play until they were winded
a bit. Then Dack plopped down on the sand and she came over and remarked, Whazza
matter, did I wear you out, Sugah? she razzed him. You know, there's more where
that comes from. Much more, Baby! Ha ha she laughed heartily.
Dack had a grand idea when he asked, Hey, why don't we go over and see the
Violet Volcano, wanna? Du just bent down and scooped up their blanket, headed for
the car and said, Come on! We're gonna see the violet volcano. I can 't wait-o, Huh
Ha!

On the 45 minute drive up the mountain Dack realized he had certainly married the
right woman, for she was bright, funny, delightsome, charming, and witty. What a hoot
she was!
When they came around a big turn and caught their first glimpse of Violet Volcano,
both of them gasped. Oh, my freakin' golly! Dack exclaimed. Is the lava really
purple? That's so, so awesome! Purple?

Du had read a brochure so she explained the 'how' of that. Yes! The mineral base
is largely lithium based minerals sort of like Amethyst in color. Only it's not Amethyst,
but something else. Sort of a composite mineral magma of many things. Isn't that both
weird and gorgeous at the same time? Oh, my GOSH, that was a hearty belch, I should
say, love. There goes another one! Whoa!
Never in their lives had either of them seen purple lava blowing and flowing, but
they were watching it now. The scene gave them a sense of awe. It reminded Dack of
something that a famous magician, Doug Henning, had said about things that are
'magic', It's the wonder of the thing.

Remember the wonder of how it feels to

experience this place, Baby Wow that's really special, huh?

Sure is... Du responded
They had a wonderful, loving honeymoon, one on which they confronted each other
differently. A week later, the two were back at work, doing what they do do well.

The TOKAMAK Travelers

Chapter 4 - Stipulation

A few things were troubling her. First, some of her crew were not very happy with
the outcome of the false attack by the Callydakians. The suspect was not punished
with very much sanction, and they felt he should have been fired. What to do? If she
herself went to his section and fired him outright, that would seem too heavy-handed
for some. She had to keep up a certain standard of performance and appearance that
would make the employees feel they were important. Simply canning the guy would
appear so overly assertive that some might wonder about her judgment. Then she had
it! Don't fire him, but pressurize him so he will quit on his own volition. That's the right
method. She would ask his department to give him more to do with shorter hours.
That would, in time, wear him out.
She was also concerned about the performance of a fellow in the Defense Sector,
Bill Lawne. Bill had been sort of sloughing off his responsibilities lately. She did not
know what was going on, but a few others in that sector had told her that Bill quite
often smelled of Palian Ale at work. She realized it would be best to get the Staff

Psychologist and work with her. A nice session, one that would be set us as very
comfortable, could give them the opportunity to probe. There had to be a reason why
this was happening to Bill. His performance records that she had researched on her
computer showed that he had always been a sterling employee. Now, she did not want
his work to get sloppy because that could literally get someone hurt. If, during a
defensive resistance exercise, for example, if he should miscalculate, that could be
very costly to equipment and the well-being of the people in his sector, aside from
being very expensive to the division. She would talk to Dr. Jenny when she got back
and suggest some time with Bill. That would save his integrity and avoid any salacious
scandal talk, too.
There was also the fact that a lady in the lab would openly flirt with her husband,
Col. Dack Jaentra. It got pretty obvious and potentially very embarrassing. Did she
not know that Dack was married to her now? That could be possible as she was pretty
new and did not go to their wedding party. She decided to be 'walking by' and then she
would pop in on Karla and drop the fact that Dack was her husband. Yes, that should
do the trick. Since some gals were always flirting with the Colonel and he never really
noticed such stuff, she didn't want to pitch a jealous row and come across like a
possessive wife or something like that. She knew that Dack loved her, and she did not
want him to even imagine that she thought otherwise, and there was not even a subtle
suggestion of any jealousy. A simple, friendly approach to Karla, like, Welcome! We
are glad you are here, dear. Check out the new library because we have some great
books. There is a nice deep sea fish dinner tonight in the cafeteria.

Also, please

always see my husband, Col. Dack Jaentra, about training because he is the

supervisor of that, all right? Just let him know what you may need, Okay? would do
the job just fine.
Along the path where she was walking she spotted some brilliant carmine-orange
flowers hanging over the wall to her left. Wow! She recalled that they were called
'Ricindous Roses'. She had seen some at the floral nursery uptown. They were a feast
to the eyes. She raised one blossom to smell it and found it had the sweetest
fragrance, sort of like sweet tangerines. It was very fresh. Perhaps she would pick one
on her way back and take it to her office to put on her desk.
Now, the really big issue raises in pay. Who would get a raise and how much?
There were some who just stood out, such as Marlena Massican, a scientist. She was
not ony exceedingly bright, but she was also incredibly able to solve problems. The
girl recorded everything she did with very clear notes and good records. She would
see that Marlena got a raise of about 150 Kasmas a month. Who else? Let's see
Gena R'mone! She had become like Du's right hand, she was so helpful. Gena was
never afraid of work, either. She would often stay late to make sure everythng was
complete, done the right way.

Gena was very efficient.

She needed a good 250

Kasmas more. She also just had a baby. The extra would help her pay all the expenses
of having a new family. Bottles and diapers are no longer cheap like they used to be!
Criss Engell came to mind. He was an aide, a very good one, a chemical aide who
could sort things out best under pressure. Criss was really sharp! He had been helping
the Re-missions Group determine the best way to cleanse a traveler who had just come
back through the portal. This was a safety process that had around ever since the
space program started in the U. S. and Russia. An astronaut would come back and they
would immediately 'cleanse' their entire body of pathogens with a short blast of energy.

Unfortunately, that process caused the traveler to lose all their hair! Criss had a very
safe and danger free way of doing sterilization of the entire body. Instead of their
having to pass through an electron filled chamber that literally burned all the germs off
their skin, he had invented a way to do that as they returned through the Nephilim
Portal. A few adjustments to each unit's Adaxx transient dissolve signature and
some new telemetry and it was done.

The traveler would never even know it hd

happened. It was completely comfortable and you got to keep your hair! She would
allocate Criss about another 2,000 Kasmas a year for that one.
Well, it was about time for her to turn back toward the base. She had done some
good thinking and the walk had done her good. She had been walking for about half an
hour, so that would mean she would take a full hour's walk. That was good for the
health.
She had to remember to tell payroll about the raises right away. That was good.

Some hours later Du was on her way to the apartments that she and Dack recently
bought. The units were rustic and covered in wonderful Landra Stone from Jaelus 19.
They actually had several units. In fact, they lived in the largest apartment, a six room
two story with brick chimneys, vaulted ceilings, and two fireplaces, one upstairs and
one down. She and Dack loved sitting by the fire, cuddling, and eating popcorn.

As she got out of her Ranger at home, the pilot of Sikorsky Helo November 44
rocked his copter from side to side and revved the engines as they flew over. She knew
that was Lorna's piece of work because quite often she had the pilot say 'hello' as they
went over. Du looked up and yelled, Hi, Sweeties! as she waved really big.
The Admiral knew that most usually there was some difficult mission they were
going to, so she wanted to cheer them up. She couldn't imagine what it was like to
have their job. Seeing the broken bodies and the blood would be the hardest part for

her. She never could stand the sight of blood. Du didn't even like to go to funerals.
She would rather stay home with a hot cup of coffee and a warm blanket and think
sweet thoughts of the dearly departed than go watch them haul their dead body around
in a fancy box, say prayers, and then drop it into the ground. All of that seemed too
much for her way of thinking. In reality, just thinking about that right now gave her a
weakness in her knees and she was covered with massive wooziness of the major
grossest kind! Oooh! she exclaimed as she gave a chill shudder.
Speaking of that, the coffee sounded so very good! When she got inside the
apartment, she closed the door and turned the lock and set her black coat on the arm
of their maroon and cream colored couch. She quickly went potty (Oh, what a relief it
is!), and then went right to their bright green and silver De Longhi Kmix 15 Bars
espresso maker sitting on the kitchen counter, lifted the lid, and put fresh water into
the filler basket. Turning the machine on, so the water would heat, she then reached
into the cabinet above for the Gevalia Kaffe. She and Dack always kept several bags of
their delicious Swedish decaf flavors. Let's see, French Roast, Blueberry (Dack's
favorite), ooh, there it was, the Cr me Brle. Now that was heavenly! She would have
some now, then make some more Blueberry for Dack when he got home in two more
hours.
Du had learned from a friend who worked as a barrister at a local coffee bar that
three very precise things make for really excellent coffee a great brand of coffee that
is well blended and roasted, some very fresh and good water, which they had from
their nearby lake, and a super clean machine. She knew that their convenient and easy
to use espresso making machine would make one cup at a time, so she took the cup

filter assembly out that carried the coffee grounds. If you left old coffee grounds in the
machine for long, it would sour and make the coffee taste bad. At the sink, she turned
on some warm water and rinsed any excess grounds from it. Then she filled the water
basin up to the 'full' line and set that aside. She lifted out the center cup of the filter
assembly and washed it well, also. They did this every time they made a cup of coffee.
She then took her coffee measuring spoon and filled it flat, tamped it with the flattened
presser end to compress the grounds, and put the coffee into the cup filter assembly.
Then she put that entire unit under the machine and turned it into place. After a few
minutes the water light showed that it was hot enough, so Du set her cup under the
center of the machine and turned the drip feature on. A few moments later, her cup
was ready so she removed it from the machine and added her sweetener and creamer.
Then she stirred it. It only took the tiniest amount of very potent Stevia ! She sipped
it. There, that was just right!
She looked around, saw no blanket, and reacted, No blanket? I need one, she
thought. That made her go to the bedroom. While she was there, she stripped off her
pretty pink knee length silk dress, stepped out of her matching rose pink and white
shoes, then sat on the edge of the bed to remove her nylons. Getting up, she went to
the closet and got her favorite robe. Well, actually it was a mint green Snuggie , that
wraps you up. You put your arms into it, and are essentially wearing your blanket.
Dack and she had bought two pairs of them. They were so cozy!
All that done, she went back in and retrieved her coffee, then sat down side saddle
on the couch, turning her legs to one side. She put two fluffy pillows behind her and

eased into them to relax. Her 11 hour shift at the console had made her pretty weary.
Ooh, this coffee is exactly what I needed, she thought.
An hour and a half later, Du was woke up by a deep kiss from Dack. Mmmm, my
man, she purred as she caressed him into her arms. Then she said, Hey, Baby Boy,
are you ready for some really great Blueberry coffee?
Yes! he replied, for after the day he had, he wanted that for sure! Dack just
slumped to the couch and complained, Honey, I'm whooped! She just got up and
made his cup of wondrous Blueberry Gevalia.
Bringing it to hm, she said, A kiss for everything wonderful about you, my love.
As she said this, she planted a sweet two lips kiss right where she wanted him to put
his lips. Drink it right here, Honey, Okay? she instructed as she pointed to that
certain place where she had kissed his coffee cup.
When he did that, he let out a double, Oh, yes Now that is double wonderful,
Sweetie! Uh huh, he reacted and let the warmth of the awesome Blueberry coffee
trickle down his throat. So how was your day, Sweeten? he wanted to know.
Du told him about her day, and especially, about the decisions she had made. He
thought that was wise and very conscientious of her.

He said he completely agreed

with the people she chose to give raises. He praised her by saying, Such a wise and
astute woman you are, Darling!
That evening, they decided to go out to The Cabazon Restaurant on the west side of
Averil Lake. Not only was the food special, but the views of the lake that you saw as
you were dining were amazing! As they entered the restaurant, they waved at their
friends, the Compton's, who were seated in the back private room with friends. Stan
and Sally were the sweetest folks! They had first met at Harvest Church many months

ago. It was nice to see them. Du suggested, Perhaps after we eat, we can go say
'hello', huh?

That way we won't disturb them now, Okay? Du was always so

thoughtful of others. Dack liked that and nodded agreement.

A waiter said, Hello, and good evening, folks! Will there just be two of you
tonight? Dack nodded. The waiter gestured to a window seat and asked, How is
this?
Dack simply acknowledged that and went over to help his wife get seated. Pulling
out her chair, he asked, Mon Madame? Would you like to sit with me? This last was
said rather French.
She giggled at the sweet attention he was showing her and answered, Moi? as
she put her hands on her chest like Coco Chanel. Then she said a flirty, Oui! and sat
down. She, too, remembered her college French lessons. It was all so romantic! After
pushing her chair in a bit to get her comfortable, Dack leaned over and pecked her on
the cheek with a, Je t'aime beaucoup! and she answered, Moi aussi, telling him
that she loved him, too.
The lobsters and steaks they had were nothing short of exceptional! As they settled
in after that fabulous meal, Dack asked, Dessert? What do you say, Baby, a little
mousse or something? Chocolate? Strawberry? Peach? he teased.

Strawberry Mousse, and also..., some Cherries Jubilee! Dack loved those choices.
Well, they were so yummy! As they shared scrumptious spoons full, and many
kisses in between, it felt so incredibly delicious to be in love with someone who loved
you in return. Du used to sit at her desk at times and wonder who was out there that
would want her. Dack was that someone! But he never had much time to dream about
it, for he was always too busy to do so. Then her grace (which was so very true) Miss
Du came through the Nephilim Portal. Now, and at that exact moment, he knew he had
found the woman he wanted and needed.
Again they sat looking at the view The lake was so blue, the mountains, dynamic.
Making love later was also dynamic, incredible, and very special. Their time
together was always intimate, stimulating, exciting, and fulfilling. They had both been

silently lonely before. But now, neither of them had ever been so truly happy in all their
lives.
Which describes best what a friend and colleague once said, 'That was then, and
this is now'. That was something Lorna had realized herself, in the middle of all her
pain, and shared with them one day. Whenever Du heard something now that was that
well said, she internalized it and called it 'a keeper'.
In all reality, Du and Dack each had only one stipulation in their relationship, and
that was that it all had to last FOREVER! Yeah.

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. D., D. B. S., & Ph. D.

Chapter 5-Uncertainties

A few months later, the Jaentras got to go on their actual and scheduled
vacations for three entire weeks. Yeah, more time alone! they were thinking. For their
trip they booked two nice provincial style homes in the Wilde Woods 65 kilometers
North of the Fed Cent. It was a lovely, heavily wooded area filled with streams,
meadows, and hillocks way, way out of town. The time they needed for peace and
quiet was a thing to which they very much were looking forward.

Rather early on the third morning of their vacation Du and Dack heard a rather loud
noise outside and above them, so they went outside to see what it was. To their
complete amazement Sikorsky November 44 was hovering about 60 feet above them!
Well, would you look at that? remarked Du. And her husband responded with,
Something's going on, Baby. This is not good! Then a cable and hook were seen
coming out of the bay door. Next thing you know, there was a man riding down on the
cable! What in heaven's name? asked Dack. Is that the General??
Du reacted with, Yes, it is, Honey. What is he doing here?
A moment later the man's feet were on the ground and he said, I'm so sorry to
interrupt your vacation, kids, but I have very bad, even horrible news.
They asked st the same time, What is it, sir? What is going on?
He slowly went into the terrible news by saying, Not good. Not good at all! Can we
go inside and talk? he asked as he released the cable and waved the pilot off. Once
inside and seated, Dack and Du leaned forward to see what the news was.
The General cleared his throat and said, Well... We have a major problem you see.
Just two hours ago we got news that the Tri-Ellian Forces have well DECLARED
WAR!
War? Why, sir? requested the Colonel. We have always been peaceful with the
Tri-Ellians. What are they thinking?
The General had more, so he informed them, We are still looking for motives here.
You see, they have already attacked, but not the Fed Cent yet. They simply can't find it
with the shields up. But, I am sorry to say that they just an hour and a half ago, a
guided missile took out Sikorsky Helo November 33.
The Jaentras both responded. Oh, no!

The General still was not finished. All lives... the plot, the co/nav... and the EMT
died. Look, I know how much you two loved the lass... I did, too. But, dang it, kids,
there is a very sad little nine year old boy named Eric right now. They killed our Lorna!

Du immediately stood up, screamed a very loud and agonizing, Oh, Shit! No, no, no,
no, no, no, NO! Ahhhhh, and she ran to the other room sobbing. In a few minutes,
she came back sniffling and wiping her pretty eyes. So... what is... our plan of action
now, General? I would recommend preemptive strikes right away.

The General was resolute in the face of crisis and said, The helo will be back to get
us in... and he checked his watch, ...fifteen minutes. We are all going to Fed Cent
right away. The Nephilim Portals are extremely busy right now. Everyone is coming.
There will be a big meeting when we all get there. They will send some guys for your
cars, okay? He hugged little Du, then Dack and sympathized by saying, I am so sorry
to have had to tell you this. We will figure this thing out. As for our dear Lorna and the
guys, I'm just having to let them go, you know? After all, we have experts from all over
the Universe on our side. Why don't we go outside and wait, all right?
Once she was outside, it finally hit Du really hard. She grabbed Dack, started
thumping on his chest and yelling, WHY? Why them? and then she cried even more
forcefully. Oh, Lorna, my sweetie Lorna? Not her.
In ten, the helo arrived. They got picked up and flew to a planning meeting like none
other they had ever attended. On the ride over, everyone was pretty quiet as they all
thought of the sobriety of having a war. Du was reviewing all the options, trying to sort
this out. In military times she had learned to think first, then act. Why had the TriEllians
attacked
us?

Why

did

they

just

hit

Med Flight
helo?

Do

you declare
war,

then

down only one helicopter, a Medical rescue unit?

What, or who had inspired, or

agitated the Tri-Ellians into this action? Didn't they see how hellacious the Fed Cent's

response would be? Anyway, as they approached, she could see a lot of action below.
There were cars, buses, specialty vehicles, and all kinds of other means of
transportation parked all over the Fed Cent grounds. She recognized a number of
them. Two Federation members just stepped through the Nephilim Portal.
As their helo landed, everyone quickly unbuckled their seat belts and virtually ran to
the main building, all in a response of the emergency before them. Inside, there were a
number of aides who were moving everyone about. One rather sober young lady said,
Good day, folks! Admiral Ma'am...This way, please. We begin shortly. Most everyone
is here, even the Kerpallians Group. Come along, General Kavetts, sir, she coached.
Inside the gigantic council room sat a variety of the peaceful members of the
Federation. As Du and the Colonel found their seats she smiled and said, Dortmaster
Kaw, how lovely to see you, sir, although it is certainly not very pleasant to see one
another under these dire circumstances. What a handsome uniform you're wearing,
sir!

The Dortmaster simply smiled and gave a Nortamian wave to the newly wed couple
as he said, You did well, Colonel. Congratulations to you both, my friends! What a
lovely and astute woman she is! Ho ha! Admiral, nice to see you. he nodded to Du.
As they came into the war council room they saw many dear, old friends from far
away places. Lo Jin~shao, a Cazzadian Princess, stood looking at them and smiling
demurely. Her emotions were very soft and understated, but she always made herself
perfectly clear, for she was quite outspoken and formal. She was truly gorgeous in her
light blue shiny 'pleatherette' stretch suit. Her hair was almost golden white and her
eyes sparkled as deep blue as a mountain pool. Her people were so proactively
protective that she always carried her hand held weapon, whether is was charged or
not. Next to her was Shinta Rah, a transmuting shape shifter Albergone who carried
with her a radiant glow of zercha*sons, little energetic biochemical balancing orbs
that seem to float around her. She was from Zhagackk, a planetoid that was about 400
light years from their present location. She was sweet minded and just about as brainy
as any female can be.
Yes, there was a little olive green skinned man in a silver suit, too. His name was
Orgadda and he was a Nuetronian Overlord from Lettrigo Phon who was really quite
curious and precocious, a small man with a huge mind and 10,000 questions. The tall
forheaded Meshalot was nearby. His name was Slamatica Usarius Hawne and he was a
pure genius who seemed to understand everything one could know. He was an asset to
any meeting, for he had tremendous insight into many things. Then, there was
Brea=Doe Naga, an emphatic little sweetheart from MK-243 who smiled a great deal.
She liked to make others happy. On her planet they breathe pure Nitro-Bornica, so
Brea=Doe always wore a clear bubble mask over her head. Filled with a glowing blue

gaseous material. She was so completely adorable and desirable that all the male
delegates wanted to kiss her, but no one could figure out how to do that! Behind them
were three purple Zephirins for Bazha~Nack whom one could see through. Their hydriprotonic meshes were so very thin chemically, they became quite transparent. Witty,
too! There were also a number of military high ups waiting to direct the session. It was
definitely a diverse and interesting group.
The Federation's Grand Vezier, Marshall Mxokskupham (Mmm-JHOKES'-scoopPAM), called the meeting to attention by requesting, Could you all be seated, please?
Thank you We have a great deal on the agenda today, as you know. The Tri-Ellian
Group just made contact awhile ago. They are serious about their declaration of war.
And, get this, he read from a paper on the lecturn, a copied message sent by the TriEllian Group, Quote, 'Our reason is clear we have not been treated well by the
members of your Federation. We will fight you, thusly and it is signed by Commander
Rellix. I wonder now if you members could give ideas as to why they are really doing
this.
Vice Marshall Ngooh, from Rasax 10, stood up to speak first. He stood about 7 feet 9
inches tall and had a severe look on his face. Du-GO!, he said a word of
exclamation then. Gooden dayen, everyone. We thinken diss is because they are
shtupid fools. No like anybody! We should destroy their wild and indigent world, you
think not?
Ngooh was always rather smart mouthed and crude, but many members agreed that
the Tri-Ellian Group must be severely punished. They had already drawn first blood,
after all. Could there be any better recourse? Few thought that.

Master Linghi from Gerola took his turn by responding, Let us not be too hasty
here, Ngooh. I can surely agree they must be punished, but we can't just DESTROY an
entire planet! That's a crazy idea, sir! And think of how many innocents would die.
One delegate, Senyore Bye, from Veneti, rose in anger as he said, Innocent? None
of them are innocent! They are all a pack of wild dogs, killers. It takes nothing to offend
them. Everything offends them. We cannot just return with a slap on the chin. No
way!
The VM corrected, More properly, that would be a 'SLAP on the face', I believe.
Right?
Yes, that is what I meant, folks, slap on the cheek, I believe, NO? Yes, that is it!
said Bye. As I was saying, pardon my poor English skills at times, uh, we cannot
simply slap them on the cheek. We must do something that shows everyone not to
mess with us!
The VM responded, I certainly agree with that, sir. Now, what do you all think of
motive? Why are they doing this, is it an attempt as imperialism, a bid for power,
what?
The room was silent for a moment, then the Meshalot spoke, Now, really, folks, we
are intelligent people. We really must figure this out. I was reading some Tri-Ellian
history on the way here. In reality, they have always, as you said, Mr. VM, been very
imperialistic. For them, conquering and stepping higher up is their way of life!

should think we could see that, Slamatica said. They clearly do have a policy of
extending their nation by territorial gain, or by the establishment of economic and
political dominance over other nations. Why, look at the Mantogian Invasion of '11 or
the Quintexx Raids of 17 and '18. These examples prove the idea of their imperialistic

approach to things, do they not?

It appeared that many were convinced by his

arguments. He was so good at diplomacy.

The VM concurred by saying, Yes, Mr. Hawne. I think that part is now very clear!
Thank you, sir, for your most astute analysis on this. Okay, it is, then, an imperialistic
move. It reminds me of the Japanese when they attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii one
morning long ago. All they could think of was take over. But look where it lead them.
The Americans ultimately dropped 2 atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. That
action may have killed as many as 260,000 people, but it did end the war, and Mr.
Hirohito's imperialism. What will it take to end this, my friends?
Shinta Rah, the cute shape shifter from Albergone, responded gently, What if we
are wrong? (Then again, I suppose that point is moot, since we are at war, anyway.)
Should we not be developing a way to stop this? Preparation is worth a pound of cure,
as the old saying goes. So what could we do to, shall we say, stifle them? Shall we
scare them? How about if we tell them that unless they retract their war declaration
immediately we will vaporize their planet? We have the capability to do that, especially
in light of our latest advances in Bantam Ray technology. Could that work, do you all
suppose? she asked and then shape shifted back to her seat instead of walking.
The sweet little gal in the gas bubble, Brea=Doe Naga, responded as she rose, But
that threat made, our Darling Shinta, would we not have to keep that promise if they do
not back off of this?
The VM had to respond. We must send them a very strongly worded, or even,
spoken ultimatum. That would be even more threatening. We will televise it to them,
all of us joint chiefs seated in league in front of the camera. After all, if we do set the
equipment to annihilate them, showing them our thorough and most sober intentions,

would they not back out? We must intend, and plan, to follow through if necessary, as
you say, Ms. Brea=Doe. That has become perfectly clear, he said as he turned to the
men on his military staff. If you favor these action, may all members in favor, say
'Aye', please. Okay, that is most of us. Do we have a majority vote, Madame
Secretary? 55 for, 2 against? I see that we do. Thank you! Give us a few hours to set
all this up. Meanwhile, shall we lunch? and, again the majority agreed.
At lunch the Du consented, and her husband Dack agreed by saying, That want
rather nicely. You know, Babe, I guess I learned long ago to just listen up and let these
experts talk. Again, they solved the riddle, huh?
Sure did! Man, isn't that little Brea=Doe a sharpie? By her mere suggestions, she
knocked it out of the park. Marvelous! Show of force! That should do it. Du said.
Those Tri-Ellians will back down. They don't want to get creamed, no way-no, Dude!
Dack knew she was right. He added, Man, I think that the Meshalot is a real genius!
He's a walking encyclopedia of diplomacy, that one. Mega genius, for sure. This salad
is great! Good shrimp. I like these gigantic ones from Johannesburg, South Africa.
Yummer-licious, Sweetheart! Oh, hi there, Captain Fahrrsh. Great to see you! Wow,
who isn't here? Say, we didn't hear a single word from the little green guy, huh?

Du replied, No, not a word. But I kept watching the beauty in blue, what's her
name? Lois, something? Oh, yes, Lo Jin~shao, that's her name. Pretty thing, huh?
But she didn't say a word, either. Just watched a lot.
Well, the High Council made their TV broadcast to the Tri-Ellian Group a few days
later. When they saw it, and realized the seriousness of it all, the Tri-Ellian leaders
immediately began to apologize right then and there! They said oddly curious things
like, Well, we did not mean that we were actually declaring war on such, such a
magnificent and powerful group such as you are. We were just angry, that's all.
Perhaps we could join your Federation, do you think? We should like that, for we want
to expand ourselves, you know?
The Tri-Ellian leadership went to a reception in their honor at the Fed Cent about
three weeks later. It was a gala evening! There was every tribal and foreign dance one
could imagine, and masses of wonderful foods and drinks from all over the Universe.
The music was especially innervating! Then, at the end of the evening, everyone got
their best of pens and signed The Tri-Ellian Group into membership. So Pothroa 1,
Elsana
5, and

Rigellus, 14 all three planets (the TRI-Ellians) became members of the Federation.
Somehow, you can never replace peace. Perhaps nothing is more certain.

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. D., D. B. S., & Ph. D.

Chapter 6 Appropriations

Well, Baby, I guess the thing to do is to fire him, Dack suggested to his wife, Du
Anne. If Aulle Ysoboja (Awl'-uh Viss'-po-yuh) is stealing supplies and cash from the
department till, I can't see any better way. I have had Trulakkians before who steal. It's
those people's culture, in a way, to live off anything they can find. They don't mean to
do wrong, it's just their habit. I think it goes way back to their distant past when their
tribe was nearly wiped out by their enemies. The remaining folks had to survive

however they could. They nearly didn't make it! At least that is what the Meshalot told
me. Anyway, I had one private some years back who was found to be taking
condiments from the mess hall, creamer by the hands full, bottle of honey, salt and
sugar packs galore, and all that, when the cooks were out. He copped over 100 items
before they caught him! Have a few who do that, and it can add up to a lot of expense.
I guess some folks are just built that way, you know?
I guess, bemoaned Du, for she hated to fire anyone. She was a very positive
manager rather than an axe woman who terminated workers at any sort of
provocation. You know, love, you are reminding me of a race of people, for they were
a true race, who lived all across Europe on the planet\ Earth. They were nomadic,
moving from place to place in horse drawn exotically made and decorated wagons that
were their homes.

Now those people had a concept, a habit, not unlike these

Trulakkians, for they also simply took what they needed. No, to them it was foraging,
not stealing. It sounds to me as if the Trulakkian psyche is conditioned over many
centuries of experience to never go without again, I suppose one cannot blame a
person who is hungry for taking some of your beans, huh? I guess many centuries of
experience said to never go without again, Ha ha!
Dack reacted, Roger that, Babe-o! Well, it's about time to go to 'the store, the
store, the planetary store!' he sang. Let's go, okay?
They gathered together their coats and the gear they always took with them, a
briefcase for each of them, and a pretty purse for Du Anne, and headed out the door.
As they got into the Ranger, Dack yelled, Gorgeous pant suit you got on, Sugar! My
girl is so pretty, Ohh, I love You!! He wanted to tell the world, so he did.

Dack? Shhush, you'll wake the neighbors! Oh, I forgot. We don't have any tenants
right now.

Anyway, you'll wake the birdies. They are still asleep. Shhhhh. she

teased as she leaned over to kiss Dack. Mmmm, my man!

About halfway to the F. S. S., Dack suddenly remembered, Oh, today, is it the 24 th?
Yeah, TODAY is when a brand new class of cadets from the Academy are coming to
tour the facility. I have to show them around. Can you help me, please? There will be
78 of them, Whoa!
Sure, no problem, she responded. You know, I think it will be sort of fun, a
husband and wife team showing them around, don't you?
The woods were glorious today! The conifers all had cones, some of them real big
and other tiny ones that they saw as they crushed them on the highway. Oh, look!
said Dack as he pointed to a group of orange day lilies growing along the roadway.
We need to pick some of those on the way home. No one will mind. Let's set a
bouquet on the kitchen table, all right? I love those things, even though they don't
have much fragrance. No problem. Yes, I like them, also, but they won't last too
many days. That's my experience. Sort of like ex wives here today and gone
tomorrow, phooot! she laughed. As they pulled into the parking lot, they noticed how
packed the place was with buses. It appeared that there had been a bunch of transfers
to a local Nephilim Portal and a load of students coming from that portal to the office in
buses. Fortunately, Dack's reserved parking space had not been taken. You had to
watch some of these bus drivers. They would park anywhere they could find.

Inside the Fed Cent, Dack and Du went to his office first of all. Dack's secretary, Ms.
Zadna Saxxo-Ess, greeted them. Hello, lovebirds! How are you two doing today? she
asked with a big smile. The couple told her they were doing great, then Dack asked if
she had a roster of the students' names he could carry with him. Here you go. We
have, and you probably already know this, boss, but we have 77 today. One little pretty
Miss from Calvernax got sick and is home getting better. They expect her to be back in

a few days.

Perhaps we can bring her over for a private tour then. Will there be

anything else, folks?

Du wanted to know, May I go with my husband? I think that should be all right,
don't you think? she surmised.
Zadna resorted, Why sure! It will be great for the two of you to show the students
around together!

The Federation of Planetary Beings had a wonderfully bright class this term. First,
there were those who wanted to take distant flights in the Nephilim Portals to places
far afield and run all sorts of missions. Their training would be very intensive! There
were also ladies who trained to be inside operatives at the Fed Cent. Both groups were
diverse and unique. In this first group, one of the flight school students was a fellow
from Talian IXV named Pruscha Bon Gorfeck. He had a rather greenish, and almost
reptilian look, although he was decidedly humanoid. The guy spoke 39 different
languages, for he had taken Advanced Language Studies and Translation Techniques
at the Zeusian University on Jupiter at Lunar depth 4. He was essentially a masterful
linguist. There was also a young lady from Arthro-Tawg, a planet deep in space, but
near Rigelus in Orion. Her name was Gawja Rodecci, and although she looked rather
like a rodent in appearance, she was exceedingly bright and personable to be with. In
this group, there were four former astronauts, 2 Medical Doctors, a Hollywood actor, 5
mechanics, 2 Stewardesses, and 3 hotel managers. Well, it was time to take the new
students on a tour. There were all directed to go to the main conference room for an
orientation, first of all. Once they arrived there, they were each given several things
an FPB ID badge, their textbooks, a Training Manual, some small scratch pads with the
very cool brass FPB emblem on them, and a curriculum rundown of the various
lessons in their classes. Dack greeted them with, Hello, everyone, I am Colonel Dack
Jaentra, and Welcome, Txais tos, Cho mng, and Welcome! In a few words, we, that
is, my wife and I, her grace Madame Admiral Sharioch, Du Katrenich-Jaentra, wish to
greet you! We will be your hosts in this informative little tour for about the next 45
minutes. That's 45 minutes, in case you speak Padhu Zhuzhakkian, Mr. Pruscha Bon

Gorfeck, Ha! Dack mugged toward the linguist and said, He does speak it, by the
way. That, and 38 other languages and dialects!! Whoa, he reacted as he shook
his hand down and back and forth. Why don't we all get up and head for the door?
We have a lot to see!
First, the group went through the offices. Next, they saw the science labs, and the
transmission control rooms. Then they went out to the main Nephilim Portal for some
hands on instruction about how it works and how to use it. The Colonel showed them,
first of all, how the control console worked. Then Du chose one of the young ladies, a
British lass named Candace Moreau, and made her hold hands with her as she lead her
up the launch ramp. Candace acted as if she did not know what to expect, but when the
Colonel entered some loci on the entry console and yelled, Come on, come on, Missy!
It's on a TIMER of 30 seconds. Go, go! Then Du turned and jumped through the portal
with Candace in tow and they made a flight to Nagra 16 and back in about 4 minutes!
Candace came off the entry ramp laughing hilariously and stunned, to say the least!
As they came out of the Nephilim Portal, the other students applauded and whistled a
great deal!! There was a first time for everything for the adorable little brunette named
Candace with the cute Liverpool accent.
After that light-hearted note, Dack recalled something he forgot to tell Du, so he
excused them and pulled her aside to whisper, Baby, by the way, the Tri-Ellians did
not shoot down Lorna's helo. It was some urban terrorists picking a random target.
They just arrested them! Little Eric now knows Momma was a hero, like Super Woman.
Cute!
Oh, good, Honey. It sounds like justice will be done after all. Geez, I do miss that
little babe, don't you? she sadly said.

Dack replied, Yes, I sure do. WELL, everyone, let's go have lunch, shall we?
and they got no argument from that request. During their lunch, one of the young
ladies, whose name was Louelle, asked them a serious question.
Ma'am? Sir? Is there a great deal of danger in this work? I could not help but hear
something about your friend being shot down? I am so sorry to hear that, she said as
she gave each of them a hug. In fact, this sweet Garinian girl was a real doll with very
excellent hearing, for they had whispered that conversation.
Du told her, Sweetheart, somebody picked that helicopter at random, saw the word
'MedFlight' on the fuselage, and hit them with a surface to air, hand held weapon. They
all died, three of them, so sorry to say, but they just caught the men that did it.
As for your question about this work being dangerous, Louelle, well, that is a
'sometimes'. We work hard to minimize the realistic dangers that can occur, you see. In
your routine work there should be very little to be concerned about. All right? Dack
assured her.
Du responded, Well, yes, Honey, that's true. Thank you for your kind sympathy,
dear. My, isn't the chicken salad great? she asked, switching from the unpleasant
past to the present deliciousness.

It was time to show the enrollees the wonderful

apartments that were on site.

The first suite they saw was a great big suite for a supervisor. It was really posh and
modern. Some called this room 'a showpiece' to use to impress foreign delegates.
Whatever the reason, it sure was nice! One of the male students asked Dack, About
what would this cost to rent? and Dack's answer was telling,

Oh, about $3,000 a month. Many of the students said that made them want to excel!
The apartment was nearly 3,000 square feet. It had hand laid parquet flooring of

walnut sheen. The main room was decorated in pale cream and green drab and the
furniture was comfy but rather modern in style. There was a 54 inch big screen TV and
a whole load of the best movies on DVD and great speakers. The drapes were a soft
beige fabric and hung over the huge picture windows looking out over the city. There
was a modern dinette big enough for six and a small kitchen for preparation of light
meals. Down the hall was a large bathroom with a shower and a tub, then a spacious
bedroom with a king bed that had a canopy and drapes that would close you in while
you slept. All in all, it was a very elegant apartment that was perfectly appropriate for a
delegate.

After they viewed the apartments the students were taken to the three hangers
where the Sikorskys were housed and maintained. The students found the shop very
interesting, for that was where the engines and other mechanical parts of the craft
were serviced. Some guys were working on a rotor housing assembly. Just as the
folks walked in, one mechanic put a new Jesus nut on the tip. Why it was called
that was anyone's best guess. Then he greased the ball bearings between the upper
and lower swash plates to finish off the job.
Hello, all, he hailed. Just fixing up this rotor assembly from Sikorsky Helo
November 73. I just put on a new Jesus nut. The guy who called it that must have
said, 'Good God, that thing turns fast! He Hah! Holy, Bar Jesus! and the students all
laughed. No one really knows why they called it that, but that's what we like to say,
then he put a big wad of light yellow grease on this hands and remarked, This is like
the Brylcreem for the helo's hair, Ha ha! In fact, it is machine grease. The ball bearings
right here can take lots of wear and this stuff slows that down. These disks above and
below the bearings are called swash plates. I guess the swish so they called them
swash, Ha ha! The man was full of it today! Now, this large rod like thing that goes
up and down is called a rotor mast. The propeller blades rotate upon it. The blades
are connected to the rotor shaft, the blade grips connect to the fan blades, control rods
connected to the swash plates, now hear I'm out of my gourd!

At that one the

students screamed! This guy was sure fun.

Are you wondering about my name? Walker Tocker, no kidding! My favorite

TV show is? 'Helicopter, Texas Stranger!!!' Hey, it used to be 'Air Wolf' until the

wolves ate off Jan Michael Vincent's leg, Ha ha ha! Sorry, old Planet Earth TV
show, folks. It's an inside joke Inside a helo, boys and girls

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by

Dennis C. Miller, D. D., D. B. S., & Ph. D.

Chapter 7 - Resolutions
Well, good evening! Tomorrow will be the day to hunt rocks on Rolexion III, folks,
exclaimed Dr. Miles Provaschi, the mineral coring team leader. With his triple degrees
in geology, crystallography, and hydrology, he was certainly more than qualified to lead
such a mission. Tomorrow's schedule is as follows you will rise at 0400 hours, be in
the dining hall by 0500, and on the main Nephilim Portal pad at 0700. We will be doing
our work most of the day. Now, I want to give each of you teams you apartment
numbers for the next couple of days. I wish to say that if you smoke, you will be put
with another smoker. Otherwise it will be two females or two males. Okay, now as I
call your names, come up and get your room key cards. Lets see Morged and Fine?
Here you go. Trent and Daely All right. Satrow and Shaw. Here you are, Callie! Uh,
Damont and Parlet. Good. Now, uh, Jentry and Darvakova. Here, Ludie, those are for
you and Janet.
braves.

Let's hear it for Manga and Morales, the power team!

And, finally, Kentupp and Dornels. Here you are, pal.

Yay!

Go,

Great! All are

present and accounted for. All right, it's dinner time. RUN for the lunchroom, everyone,
'cause we're having sea food tonight!!!
After they finished the wonderful dinner of coconut fried shrimp, salad, and a great
french bread, Canadien Janet Jentry and Russian Ludmilla Darvakova decided to go
check out their apartment room. They went to the apartment buildings, building three,

got in an elevator to the 8th floor, and headed for H-172. Ludie still had the keys so she
unlocked the door by inserting her key card into the slot and watching for the green
light. Got it! she exclaimed as she handed Janet the other card. Janet closed the
door and tried it, too. It worked superbly.
Once they were inside, they began to notice that there were snacks on some trays
on the table. Oh, Gawt, said Ludie. They brought my favorite, borscht. I think I'm at
home in Leningrad now. How fun! she delivered as she picked up a fork and took a
big bite, and reacted, ! , F. S. S. (Delicious! Thank you, F. S.
S.) It's just like Grandma used to make for me as a little girl. So good, Janet. You try?
Janet was already picking up a spoon. As she popped the bite into her mouth she
went, Yes, Ma'am. That is good, Ludie. Like home, eh? To get there, do you go 'oot
and aboot', as we say in Toronto? (which was said in typical Canadien fashion) I would.
I believe I'll have another. I'm going 'oot and aboot' around this platter, Ha ha!
So, in nothing flat, the borscht, and some of the other goodies, were all consumed!
Then they searched around the apartment, pulled out all the drawers hunting for
treasures and finding their 'Welcome Packs' filled with a toothbrush, toothpaste,
mouthwash, deodorant sticks, breath mints, a box of floss, and a fresh cologne. They
immediately splashed some of that on. It smelled fruity, powdery, and sweet!
Next, they ran to the kitchen and each poured a glass of Chardonnay wine from a
one liter Robert Mondavi brand bottle they had seen in the refrigerator, and then they
went out on their balcony for awhile to enjoy the lovely evening view of the forest and
the lake and breathe the fresh air. A little later, they rummaged through the fridge to get

bedtime snacks, and ended up in their pajamas bouncing playfully on their beds, the
chair, and the bed side sofa.
Then, they fell into their beds and slept like two little teddy bears. The girls, and all
the rest of their fellow explorers, had a great night sleeping on their king sized beds.
At exactly 0400 the next morning the phone rang them up. It was the front desk
providing them with a wake up call. Janet and Ludie got up and took showers, got on
their work uniforms, and walked over to the mess hall. It smelled really good. On the
menu were eggs cooked various ways. There were also bacon, sausage, and thick
slices of ham, fruit of many kinds, juices, coffee, hot tea or milk, and pastries. It all
tasted so delicious!

At 0700 sharp, the call came for the exploration teams to go to the Nephilim Portal
as,Your attention, your attention. Will all mineral explorer teams now go to the Main

Nephilim Portal, please? Thank you! With that, the girls walked over and joined all the
others.
At the Nephilim they found all the gear they would need, their stone drills and its
own accessory equipment, core carriers, generators to power the drills, back packs for
carrying the cores drilled, shovels and picks, and some small items they could carry.
Each team received a drill, boxes for sorting out the cores, pens for marking the boxes,
and a steno pad for taking notes on longitude and latitude with their GPS tracking
devices, and a small laptop for recording the basic data on their work.
Once they were assembled, the Colonel began to fetch each team to come forward.
May I have the first team, please? Satrow and Shaw stepped up first, as they were
eager to go through the Portal. To them this was quite the adventure! Dack checked
their names against his roster, had them go to the top of the stairs, and dialed in their
coordinates:

BC 117 for tolerance, X-17b for speed, Z-9.1 for distance, K45r for

rotation, D 87S for computation, and W 39 for immediacy. With that done, the Colonel
pressed the seventh and central bar and that turned on the Nephilim Portal with a loud
buzz and a swoosh! The blue energy field membrane suddenly appeared, inducing the
team members to cheer. Dack simply said, Team One? You are away. and they
walked through the pale blue energy field membrane and seemed to disappear.
After the entire group had gotten off the Nephilim on their side, the good Doctor
Miles Provaschi gathered them together. Gather around, everyone. I have a specific
place where we want each of you to drill, and the number of cores we want from each
site. Here are your assignments, Okay? With those instructions each team scattered
and began the drilling procedures.

A few minutes after they started, Janet and Ludie hit something very hard, so they
stopped their rock drill and called for Provaschi by asking, Doctor? Could you come
over here? We just hit something that seems really hard. It made the drill jiggle and
chatter! What have we hit, sir?
Dr. Provaschi nodded, That is what we are looking for, young ladies! You have
bored into some Ferrous Beryllium Titacarbite! I want you to keep drilling, but before
you do, allow me to put a pressure device on your drill. That will tell us how hard the
engine is pushing. When the pressure lets up, we will know we have passed through
the FBT. Let's add more lubricant, also, he requested before they started the drill
again. When they started drilling again, the pressure gauge showed they were
definitely into the FBT. A few minutes later, the pressure released, so Dr. Provaschi
said, Okay, girls, let's turn off the drill and reverse its rotation. I want to see that core!
Well, when that core came out, almost the entire 4 feet of it was pure and rich FBT!
The Doctor was thrilled about that, so he called all the other teams to move near where
they just drilled. He yelled, I want all of you to drill near HERE! Bring your gear
because we just hit the FBT! he excitedly bragged. Let's hear it for Ludie and Janet!
and everyone one applauded and patted them on the back with lots of 'atta girls'.
During the first day of drilling the teams acquired about 82 feet of high grade FBT
cores. That was much more than Dr. Provaschi expected to find so he was thrilled, and
so would the guys and gals be at the Science Division and the lab.
The main use of FBT was medicinal. It had been a secret project of the Scientific
Division for about 13 years to invent a new antibiotic that would literally cure forever a
number of diseases prominent in the universe. They now knew the formula, the recipe,
if you will. FBT was the main ingredient that started the process.

The raw material was first super heated at 3,500 degrees F. After it was cooled they
chemically admixed it with various enzymes and reagents. A precipitate was removed.
That became 'Fer-Ti-Car', a new and revolutionary antibiotic. It would eradicate a
number of diseases, like Mantram Fever, Perigorn, Asiteriyus, and Handahkk.

Dr.

Provaschi liked to think of it as 'The New Vaccine for Polio', for it was that life
changing, and for many, it would no doubt extend their lives.

As it turned out, they made the antibiotic and it worked great!

Aside from the mission to acquire the FBT, the Colonel got involved with the police
as they investigated the downing attack on Sikorsky November 33 in which Lorna and
her two pilots were killed. At first, everyone rather presumed that the Callidaykians
had done it as a first effort after declaring war on the Federation. But when the Fed
Cent made diplomatic contact with the Callidaykian High Council, they discovered that
they had not made the attack at all. So other tracks had to be run.
All dissident groups, and radical individuals, were reviewed. It was found that a
group calling themselves 'Citizens for Decisive Government Action' were taking credit
for the attack on the F. S. S. helicopter. It was at that point determined to be domestic
terrorism rather than a war action. The CDGA had angst against the Galligone city

fathers over what they called 'Commie like taxes that were extremely too high'.
Lieutenant Norman Salliger., the officer in charge of the homicide investigation, and
the head of the Homicide Department of the Galligone Police Department near the Fed
Cent, began to work with the agents at the National Air Traffic Safety Board as they
studied the crash itself.

As they looked closely at the CDGA, it was found that the

leader was one Hector Ralph Azbo. He had become involved with some militants while

in college at Brewster University in Collette, Kansas. From there, he found himself

hanging out in biker bars with a number of former jailbirds who just wouldn't let it go
when it came to having anxiety, and downright hatred, over government. One day he
decided to go after the Galligone city leaders. He interpreted the MedFlight Helicopter
as having come from that governmental group. In his own personal weapons cache

he had a number of rather old, but still workable, surface to air rocket launchers. They
were a lot like the old Laws Rockets, ones that they could be loaded into a light weight

over-the-shoulder 'bazooka' type of weapon and fired by pulling the trigger.

That

worked horribly well, sorry to say.

The NTSB guys had analyzed the wreckage of the Sikorsky and could see that its
cabin had been breached by an invasive and explosive small rocket device. On the
Cockpit Voice Recorder they heard cries of a female saying, 'Mommie loves you, Eric!
Be a good b---.' That was Lorna's last message to her son, which was recorded even
as she died. Although she lay dying in the wreckage, she thought about her son, and
the CVR device, and sent a message to her little boy. She knew that one day, when he
was a little
older, they
would play
it for him.
The
suspect,
and two of
his
colleagues at the CDGA, Damian Rector and Jorge Medilla, were all charged with first
degree murder and sentenced to either life without the possibility of parole or, in the
case of Mr. Azbo, who actually fired the rocket, with the death penalty.

His two

associates went to the very treacherous penal colony on Alduss 3, one that was run by
some vicious robotic android Tallusians, creatures with no feelings at all. For some
unknown reason, they just loved kicking prisoners around and beating them

mercilessly whenever they could. Meanwhile, Hector R. Azbo was only awaiting his
sentence of death by lethal injection at Helmut Koehler Prison in Dallas, Texas, in the
earth's United States of America. They sent Azbo there because historically that prison,
being in Texas, seldom commuted sentences on death penalty cases. They wanted to
make sure Azbo would actually get executed.
Lorna's funeral was a pretty one, as funerals go. It was held at Our Lord Above All C.
O. G. I. C. Church in downtown Galligone. They put her remains, which were largely
burned, in a maple casket with a cream colored liner that was embossed on the lid with
a ceramic insert of her pretty photo. The casket was left closed as Rev. Murrell F.
Booker gave the sermon.
He spoke highly of Lorna's character, her outgoing social ways, her wondrous
beauty, her professionalism, her passion for helping those in need, and of her love that
she showed to everyone she knew, and to strangers she had just assisted.
The service was attended by many loved ones and friends, many of whom worked at
the F. S. S. and the Fed Cent. A complete lunchtime meal was served at the Fed Cent at
noon. It was sad to see sweet Lorna go, but it was a very happy occasion in which
many dear old friends could see each other once again.
On May 8th 10 years later, Hector R. Azbo lay down and breathed his last, causing
truly deserved justice to finally be served at last for Lorna and the guys with whom she
served. Many of Lorna's loved ones were there to see his very necessary execution
that Spring evening in Dallas, Texas, in the earth's United States of America. We got
him, Sweet Darling girl!

The newspaper ran this epitaph, Lorna Renee Nordic, 38, mother of her sole survivor 9 year old
Eric James, EMT & MedFlight Helicopter Medical Attendant for the Federation Space Station, was
killed in a terrorist attack on her helicopter, September 14th, 3015. Services to be announced here.

Lorna Renee doing what she did do well

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by

Dennis C. Miller, D. D., D. B. S., & Ph. D.

Chapter 8 - Convictions
The man who found the kid said, You see, the deal was this, the kids were out here
messing around, you know goofing off, shooting a few hoops, and so forth, when all of
a sudden, this guy just dropped! I can't tell what is wrong, can't bring him around...
The Deerview Ambulance Service EMT, Garth Morgan, explained, Well, he seems to
be unconscious, sir. The ER Doctor will know why. We will get him to the hospital and
see what is going on, okay? We are going to move him right away. 2-Adam 63 to
Base Do you read me, Base?
Base replied, We read you, 2-Adam 63.
Uh, Base, we have about an 18 year old guy here. He is unconscious, but we don't
know why. He was shooting baskets with his friends when he suddenly fell. Temp is
103, BP is 165 over 96. Respirations are somewhat heavier than normal and B G is,
get this, 489. Advise, please, said the ambulance EMT at the scene.
2-Adam 63, start an IV of D 5 W, keep him warm. Do not move the patient. I repeat do
NOT move the patient! A Sikorsky Helo will come to your location to get him soon and
transport him a. s. a. p. to the hospital. Please watch him and keep us apprised until
then. Base out, said the dispatcher.
The new F. S. S. Lorna R. Nordic Memorial Helo Corps EMT/MD executive, Julia
Simms, got the call with, Sikorsky Helo, this is the Base Hospital ER at the Fed Cent.

Go to the basketball courts by the old train station uptown. There is an 18 old lad there
who was shooting baskets and suddenly fell down. He is unconscious now. Reason is
unknown. Pick him up immediately and transport. All haste is needed! He could be
critical. I repeat THIS COULD BE CRITICAL!! He is on a D 5 W IV drip now. We will meet
your here, outside. We seem to have something unusual here. Base out.
The engine was already running when it was said, I heard that, Sugar, by the new
pilot, Mark Conner Ngugi, from Ghana, East Africa. Here we go! he acknowledged as
he gripped the throttle and took her up hard. The big helo lifted fast and leaned forward
with a rush. Julia just loved the way these birds moved. She leaned back and hooped,
Whoo ah, cowboys!
Eighteen minutes later, the old train station came into view. Mark set the birdie down
about 80 feet from the victim, according to flight rules. When Julia got to the man, he
was breathing harder than normal and she yelled, We gotta move him NOW!
Something is not right here. He's clammy. Let's go, Calvin, rock it, rock it! she
directed the co pilot/nav, Calvin Setarri. Ten seconds later they had the patient lifted
into the copter and Julia began to check him out. Oops, she didn't like that, so she
started raising Base, by saying, Emergency Factor BLUE! We've got a weird one here,
Base. This guy is showing every sign of being shocky! He is breathing extremely fast
and deeply, sirs, like he is fighting for air!
Base replied, He is, Julia. Open an airway! Open an airway NOW!! they directed her.
Julia got a sterile scalpel and cut a line at the man's Adam's Apple. She then inserted
an airway device. She watched him a second and said, He is settling down. Breathing
is slower now.

The ER Doctor simply said, Hurry, Jules, hurry This isn't good, Hon, not good at
all!
Mark jammed the throttle all the way and they had landed a moment later. A rush of
nurses and other emergency medical personnel raced toward the copter! Just then, of
all things, the man went into Cardiac Arrest. Julie screamed, We're losing him! and
the man flat lined on her heart monitor before they even had him out of the helo. He
was gone, right at the last minute. No one understood why. Julie said, What the.?
As they went through the ER doors Doctor Horita hollered, Take him to morgue!
They do immediate autopsy. We have to know what we dealing with here, Jules. That
was too strange to me.
After a great deal of study, researcher Doctor Nomeluad, decided to call his old
friend from the Pracn Medical School on the planet by the same name, Professor
Arnotti, and ask him about the pathogen that killed the young man. To call him on the
knell phone, an innovative technology wherein the signal traveled at the speed of light,
Dr. Nomelaud had to wait just a moment over a switching problem at the Con Arts
Telephone Company. After a moment, the operator said, Okay, sir. Sorry about that!
Go ahead, please. Your party is on the phone.
The deep voice on the other end asked, Well, my old friend Bill, how are you?
I am personally doing well, Nelson. And you? answered the doctor. The professor
was glad to hear that, as they had not seen each other in a few years now. Listen. We
have a serious problem here, one on which you may be able to help, the doctor said.
What can I do for you? asked the Professor.

Well, we had a young fellow take a fall here. He was playing basketball with his
friends when all of a sudden he fell and went unconscious. We got him on the
MedFlight chopper. He went into lung seizure, but he flat lined and died before he
could get off the helo! We have been trying to determine what killed him, but the
pathogen we found on the microscope slides of his blood has us baffled! I am sending
you some pictures by knell mail. Can you tell me what we are seeing here? the
research requested.
The professor got his knell mail and took a look with, Whew! Man, I haven't seen
that one since Med School! This is rare. It apparently comes from Durvossa XI, from
an animal, a rodentia, called the mung fox. Yeah, that's it. You are dealing with a nasty
little fox disease that attacks the lungs immediately and very aggressively, making the
blood dissolve and causing a bloody solution to pool in the organs, especially the
lungs, swelling of the esophagus and the lungs, with body wrenching and choking as
the patient desperately attempts to breathe, and ultimately, there's no cure IT
ALWAYS KILLS them!
What is is called?
Hormonal Blastocystic Rheumatosis is the culprit, he said. The dreaded HBR,
which has been called 'Blastocystic Disease'. Once it sets in the tissues for from 3 to 4
days, it goes active and can kill in about 20 to 30 minutes. It's really treacherous! I
think the key would be to inoculate ahead of time.
Wow! reflected the M. D. There is no vaccine? Nada??
The professor responded, Nothing, not at this time. I will have a team of our best
chemists, pharmacologists, and pathologists work on this, right away. This thing can
go epidemic, as the events of the 2,783 Plague of Durvossa XI showed us. In that case,

entire towns were wiped out! Hey, if this thing can ever be vaccinated against, they will
find the cure, I assure you!
Well, thanks, old friend, the doctor aid gratefully. I will deliver some blood and
tissue samples to you personally. I will come in the Nephilim Portal in the morning,
okay?
The researcher was thrilled and said, Great! See you then .
The workup by the lab took a little longer than expected, but by the next morning the
blood and tissue samples were prepared and placed in quarantine bags for safety.
Doctor Nomelaud went to the Nephilim Portal and asked to be sent to P racn Medical
School. The operator dialed up the proper coordinates, pushed the send button, and
the doctor stepped through. In what seemed to him to be no more than a couple of
seconds the Doctor found himself stepping out of the portal in P racn.

His old

friend was waiting for him there. Pracn was a gorgeous area!
One nice thing about the Nephilim is that you never have to wish somebody
'Have a nice trip', because they are all nice, Ha ha! How are you, anyway, Bill?
the Professor asked as he gave Bill a strong handshake.
Nel, I'm doing great! Except for this, and he showed him the samples.
Doctor Bill, it's great to see you, too, my friend! Wow, that's potent stuff. Let's get

it to the lab guys. They can't wait to work on it.

They went into the side entrance to the medical center because it was closer to the
lab that way. As they walked in, a number of people came over to greet Doctor Bill.
They took the samples to the more secret depths of the lab, where there was a fully
quarantined section in which they could conduct experiments on such a toxic
substance as HBR.
While the technicians set to work, the Professor asked doctor Bill to have coffee
with him, so they went to the lunch room down the hall a ways. As they took their
seats, Bill said, Man, I never would have imagined that we would ever draw HBR! You
say this came from Durvossa XI. Is that far away?
Only about 28 light years from the F. S. S. Aeroth! exclaimed Nelson. Boy, oh,
boy, space is so huge, huh? Ha Ha! We did some checking and found that a couple
from Durvossa XI visited your area about 12 years ago. Yes, you heard me right when I
said they were from Durvossa XI. They came some time after the plague was spent out,
so no one knew they were carriers of the pathogen. It apparently can lay dormant for
awhile, and then strangely activate and cause an epidemic! The stuff is such a nasty
threatening killer. We have to contain it. Yesterday after you called, I got the General
on the knell phone and he is having everyone with whom the lad came into contact
checked out. So far, none of them have it, but there are more folks to examine.
Doctor Bill asked, How is it contracted?
Usually, it requires body contact, Nelson informed the doctor. Fortunately, your
EMT/MD Julie was wearing a mask and gloves, so she never touched the guy. Even the
techs that ran to the helo to assist were prepared, some of them in contamination body
suits. They are checking on the other boys who were playing basketball. They could

have gotten it, so they are being closely watched right now. This bug needs 3 go 4
days to gestate before it goes active. At the end it's explosive!
Bill reacted, I see. That's sobering to know, huh? I think we all need prayers and
some good luck here. That never hinders in our business, for sure. What time is it?
Almost 10. I have to get back for a meeting before noon. I will be in close touch with
you, friend, but I will say good-bye for now, he said as he exited.
See you! Nelson trailed.
Six weeks later, the tech were gaining on it. They found something that would not
kill the disease, but arrested it. They knew they were on he right track at least and they
were a short ways from a full vaccine.
One other boy who was playing basketball got the disease a few hours after his
friend. He lingered a few days, having fairly strong resistance, then he suddenly
choked to death as he was sleeping in the Intensive Care Unit. Both boys' bodies were
cremated so the disease would not spread further. No other viable cases were found.

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & Ph. D.

Chapter 9: Preparations

Space Station Gamma~Epsilon was coming right in time to be right on line. The
construction was moving along very nicely and they expected her to be up and running
in two months. This new facility would make a number of things possible First, it
would provide a full function station that could be put into deep space. Next, it meant
that space itself could be more distinctly monitored as far as space traffic is

concerned. It would also be a big leap forward in terms of security. Finally, a number of
Nephilim Portals could be put right at the station, which would be especially beneficial
for longer flight layovers and re-stocking needs.
Colonel Jaentra had been reviewing the project plans and the blueprints of
Gamma~Epsilon all morning long and he realized there was an office for him there.
But, concerned, he picked up the phone to call the General.
The General got the call on the second twill and said, Yes? This is the General. May
I help you?
The Colonel greeted him, Hello, sir. This is Dack. How are things today?
Doing great, Colonel. What's up? he asked.
Well, sir, I was just going over everything for Gamma~Epsilon and there is one vital
thing for me that seems to be missing. General, is my wife not going to be stationed
there, also?
The General expected the newlyweds to react to that. Not for a few weeks, Dack.
Her area is one of the last to be built. In a month she would be there, too. I wouldn't
want you 'woolee neds' not to be close, you know? Ha Ha!
Whew! For a minute there I thought we were only going to see each other at the
end of the month. Good to know, sir, good to know! Well, that's all I have for now. I
have a review to do, he informed his superior officer.
The General completely understood, for it was the time of the month for employee
reviews. Okay, Dack, I will see you soon, Bye, and he rang off.
In fact, the Federation was spending $87,000,000,000 on the new Gamma-Epsilon
Space Station. The Colonel knew that for many weeks ongoing, crews from the Fed

Cent had been transporting smaller gear up there by way of the Nephilim. But the plans
showed 2 Nephilim that would be attached to the outside of the Gamma-Epsilon.
Early on, someone in the construction team realized that they obviously could not
send an entire Nephilim Portal through another portal. It would be way too timeconsuming to dismantle portals before moving them. But they had some Avrora
Airbuses that could be used for that. All they had to do was rig those vehicles for deep
inter-space travel and that could, and would, be a great way to do the job!
The crew would securely attach an entire, in tact, Nephilim Portal to the Airbus, then
make an extremely fast transport into deep space using a gigantic portal that was a
huge complete bay/room, downstairs in the Fed Cent facility. Naturally, the brass would
watch, along with Dack and Du. Once the Airbus and unit arrived just outside the
Gamma-Epsilon, the riggers would work in full pressurized space suits as they
attached it to the main part of the station, outdoors and in space!
In many ways, this work would be similar to some rigging that had been done many
years prior on the International Space Station. Obviously, the guys had to know exactly
what they were doing. So before they went to the Gamma-Epsilon, they did complete
training for the rigging they were going to do, as they wore their pressurized space
suits. They even did some of their training under water, at the Neutral Bouyancy lab, as
this rather closely simulated working in an oxygen void zero gravity atmosphere such
as deep space. Once they were ready for the real Mc Coy, the Fed Cent would be
contacted to set up the transfer.
A few weeks later, it all came together. Once they got the Nephilim Portal on the
Avrora Airbus, it was a simple thing to transport them within a few nautical miles of the
project. Everything landed in the gigantic internal cargo bay in great shape!

Now it became time to take the gate outside, and to mount it to the GammaEpsilon's outer skin. In fact, it would take a tremendously huge amount of great rigging
now, but when it was all finished they would finally be, as the Durvossa XI local news
channel, X-BRT, had said, ...in a new world of space travel and exploration. For quite
some rather exciting days everything would be fully tested and that process was much
needed to avoid mistakes. No random molecular scatterings of gear and personnel
were wanted here, none at all! But, in all reality, it all seemed like their technology
aggressively advanced so frequently and continuously that it became hard to keep up
with all that.

But, advancements must advance and even knowing that was an

advancement in advance planning.

Thankfully, the crew rose very on transition day. Everyone had a hearty breakfast of
sausage, eggs, hash browns, toast, and coffee in the Fed Cent mess hall at 3 AM, then

they went to the big transport bay from which the Avrora and Nephilim would be sent.
The trip was only about 290,500 miles, so it would only be a few seconds and
everything, and everyone, would be at the Gamma. What an exciting event this was!
In its new location, the Gamma-Epsilon would be hovering some miles above a
mineral rich planetoid called Hargahdd. Lots of mining, and a good bit of mineral
research and chemical development, were already being done there. Since the great
deposits of diorhomitide, carvasitide, neotridemianide, and vexellatide were found
there in the early 2800s, it had been an active operation employing many thousands of
sentient beings, both humanoid and otherwise. As things were, ground personnel on
Hargahdd could monitor the progress of the new station, as well as the planet's
providing a nice place for personnel to go off shore for rest, vacation, recreation, and
lodging. Everyone loved the waterways for swimming, boating, and fishing too!

At 0500 hours that morning, the first astrotechnicians stepped into the exit airlock in
preparation for the initial first stages of the rigging, the insertion of hundreds of

fasteners into the outer skin. These fasteners would provide places to attach trimmers
onto which the first Nephilim's actual celestial mounting plates would be attached.
Each Nephilim had its own complete set of D-mounts, so this phase would be time
consuming and considerably tedious. The exact measurements, and the locations and
dimensions of each mount, were recorded on hand held Z-computers the astrotechs
would carry with them for reference.
Naturally, the techs had to drill a lot of mounting holes. They carried rechargeable
jet ram action, water-cooled drill motors that would set an entire 10 inch bolt into the
Carbon-Cavertine alloy transverse skin in about 8 seconds of continual drilling. The
drilling speed of the motors was an astounding 17,000 revolutions per second! Had
they not been in space, they would have heard a shrill drilling noise, but in a space suit
that won't happen. The diamond carbide borazon bits were a vital part of that
technology, for nothing could cut faster than that.
When the first hole was drilled, the Astrotechnician, a guy who spoke Italian, named
Tony Damiante-Trevezzo, autographed the Gamma shell nearby with an indelible ink
pen, just for fun! He wrote, Here's to my first really big punch! and signed it, Buona
sera from T. J. D-Trevezzo with the date, September 11, 3027 AD @ 10:23 AM. His
partner even took pictures of the event.
After that bit of fun, it was measure and drill, measure and drill for 5 solid hours.
They punched the shell full of 587 holes! At that point, the first phase was finished, so
they decided to go back inside, recharge their oxygen supplies, and to recharge
themselves with a cup or two of great hot Gevalia Kaffe from the Galley.

Ah, the coffee tasted really good! It was Cr me Brle flavor, nchn's favorite. He
had learned to love it when he went to school in Cleveland many years before. That is
a long ways from his home planet of Erus Daal about 3.77 light years from Earth!

And, the trainers had been right, for their backs were desperately tired from being in
rather physically restrictive positions for so long. When they got up both men did
some stretching exercises. Then, after half an hour of such relaxing and re-working,
they guys they went right back out to do Phase Two, attaching the fasteners for the
celestial mounts.

As they were back outside working, a little while later, Tony

admitted something rather cool to his team mate by saying, Hey, I met this neat girl on
the way here, and is she cute!

Man, what eyes she has!

A killer smile! Like a

goddess. Anyway, her name is Dr. Minerva Moreau. She is, and get this because you
would never know it to meet her, but she is the team shrink! Ha ha! Can you believe
that? Amazingly beautiful and very smart, too. We just talked and talked. It's like I have
known her before. Can you understand what I mean?

nchn merely smiled and reacted, Why sure, my friend. I once knew a gal in
Englatia. Here, tighten this one. Good! As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted
myself, oh, what a sweet woman Louella she was! From the time I met her at first we
sort of understood each other very easily. Yeah, I see you nodding at that one! he said
as he shook is finger. I hear the Jews say that God makes one special person, a 'soul
mate' for us to love and then He brings us together, you know? Yes, I know what you
mean.
Tony went on, Well, anyway, after work she is going to meet me for dinner in the
Mess Hall. I can't wait to know more about her! She is gentle, compassionate, and very
caring. My kind of girl, you know? I bet she is an awesome counselor. And, as we
talked she did an unusual thing she looked right into my eyes, sort of through me, I
guess. She has something I would say is a gift, insight, the ability to see right through
things. Very observant, she doesn't miss anything! She said she is also a psychic. She
even studied those kinds of phenomenon. And, she loves nature birds, trees, plants,
animals, and stones. She said that she uses gems in her work, that they have what she
called 'powers'. Well, that wasn't the word she used, but maybe, I don't know. Anyway,
she's so interesting! And gorgeous. Gee, I have to go way out into space to meet the
woman. Works for me!

She sounds sweet! Anywho, we need another mount. Shall we go in and recharge?
I could use some more coffee, man! I love that good stuff, nchn teased Tony.
Okay. It's time to knock off, anyway, guy, Tony replied as he looked at his watch.
Man, we have worked for 7 hours already, he responded. Let's go in now.
As he took a shower back at his temporary quarters a short time later, Tony could
imagine that his meeting the sweet girl called 'Minny Jane' was no accident at all.
There was so much about her that he seemed to like. She was genuine. Down to earth.
Real. He thought, Man, Tony, a real live girl after all! She sure beats, 'old what's her
face', the cheater. Go figure exes. Shee! Life may just be getting better after all.
Meanwhile, Minny Jane was freshening up in her quarters, only hers were more
permanent because she lived there now. In fact, she had a filled duty roster for the next
year. Fluff and spike the spritzy hair, Minn! A little there. And there and this nervy
little girl curl and this. That's better! she thought.
There were lots of unique clients here, folks with marital difficulties. She had
caressed a lion's share of those. Also, emotional difficulties. Even a guy who imagined
he was injured because he felt guilty that his little girl died in a car wreck and he
walked away. She also had a very young lady working in the galley as a chef, one
whose boyfriend was beating on her. Those were never pleasant at all. Maybe getting
away was the best thing.
Then a big smile sneaked across her face, because she knew she was taken by him,
sort of a Bella Luna deal, for her mind suddenly turned to Tony, the handsome Italian
she had met on the Avrora Airbus. Now he was something fine and special!

An

astrotech. Such a nice guy. Friendly, easy to get to know. What she called 'open', for

lack of a better way to explain it. Whoops! Dinner was coming with Tony in half an
hour. So she grabbed her jacket and headed for the Mess Hall.
When Tony walked into the dinner room 12 minutes later, he could somehow 'feel'
some sweet eyes were upon him. Then he spotted Little Minn sitting to his left.
Hmmm, nice, fashionably early. Good girl, Minn!
Well, hello, gorgeous he exclaimed as he sat down across from her. So nice to
see you again, Sweets.
She beamed, Nice to see you, too, Paisani. Did you know I speak Italian? Cos
bello vedere anche te, mia cara. Come stai stasera? Sei incredibilmente bello...
Tony was visibly impressed when he replied, Grazie, grazie! Now you, young lady
are awesome! You speak Italian, too? Wow! YOU I could love! Ha ha!
Mm, that feeling is mutual, mia cara, Minerva purred. Whoa! Hot and heavy...
she said as she shook both hands back and forth. What's for dinner, Minny Yane? Ha
ha hee! You are so fun, Tony! You just play right along with my silliness. I like that!
For some guys, I am clearly too much, Ha ha hee!
Not for me, honey. I think you are more 'just right', you know? Tony said. Maybe
even PERFECT? Can you be that? Perfetto?
Minerva smile wryly and said, Sure, I can do 'perfetto' just fine, sir. Just fine, in fact,
BETTER than fine, Ha ha hee! I got 'passione', you know?

Yeah, I think I know, cutie. Woo! Yes. What IS for dinner? Hmm Let's see Ooh, tri tip and
scalloped potatoes! Yummy... he mused.

Minny Jane, who love to call herself 'Minny Yane', reacted, Ooh, that does sound
good! Yeah, I will have that. When it's good, like YOU are, and the food seems to be,
I'm easy, buster boy. A push over, Ha ha hee! Shall we make it two?
You better! Yes, uh, Miss DOCTOR, I think two is just great. Well done? Rare?
Whut?? he queried.
Minn said, Well, uh, yeah, I'm pretty rare, but medium. That's how I like it Slow.
Sweet and Medium. Mmmm.
Okay, medium it is. And I will have mine medium well, please, Tony said to the
waiter, who had been listening and nodding. Also, the scalloped potatoes. Bread?
Yeah? he asked Minn. Yep, bread and butter. And diet colas? Yeah, two of those.
That should do it, right, Minn? Okay, we're good. Thanks.

After dinner the two had a nice walk and Tony finally took the little sweetie home to
her flat. It wasn't that he wanted to be away from her. He felt he could devour her alive!
He had never met a girl like Dr. Minny. She was unique, special, and wondrous. Tony
was star struck like La Bella Luna!

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by
Dr. Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & Ph. D.

Chapter 10: Presentations

There was an odd familiarity about the man, as if the Colonel has seen him or met
him somewhere prior. He could not put his finger upon it, but when the man was driven
into the parking lots of the Jaentra Apartments, Dack knew that he had a serious bit of
business to do with him. The fellow was, in fact, driven into the parking lots, for the
man had a servant and driver who piloted his bright blue and silver coach. He came
very elegantly dressed in brown leather and satin, so Dack knew he was a man of

considerable substance purely by his clothes, and much more by the fact he had his
own chauffeured chariot. As he looked out the front window of the apartment, Dack
realized that the man was coming to their door.
When he opened the door he introduced himself as, Hello! I'm Colonel Dack
Jaentra, owner of these apartments. And you are, sir?
Topper! said the man. Oh, that's no me nime, Topper, huh huh! he informed the
Colonel as he offered his hand. I am... Ahem! At your service, Sir George Wellington
Serif, Solicitor Barrister General for the Royal British government of the Dade Ardmore
Province on Tallus1 3. May I come in? he queried.
The Colonel opened the door wider and said, Charmed, my Lord. Pleasant to meet
you. To what purpose does the Lord Solicitor Barrister General of the Royal British
Province of Dade Adrmore on Tallus 13 come to see me at my door? Please do be
seated and state your intended mission to me, your grace.
Lord Serif pulled up a chair then leaned forward in a serious posture and said, It's
the new Space Station Gamma-Epsilon, right? Right! The reason I am here is that I
am in contact with, shall I say at the outset, a number of viable conveyors of wealth.
They are folks who wish to see progress. And, of course, to add to the worlds of our
grand existence, Hee ha! he illustrated by spreading his arms wide and laughing.
Colonel Dack wished to know, Indeed! And what could they wish to know about our
current project, my Lord?
His grace nodded knowingly, Oh, they already know all about it, Colonel. Their
interest is to help fund the project.
Really? said Dack. And are they, oh, I'm sure they are aware, of the tremendous
costs?

Yes, they know all about that, as I indicated. In fact, they would like to invest. They
asked if they could buy in, shall I say, and I am trying so hard to be very tactful. In
short, they are looking for a way to make a pile, Colonel! You can see that, I am sure,
Ha ha!
The Colonel laughed with him and responded, Oh, I am very sure that is one way
they got where they are. Right?
Right! said Sir George. Now the reason they wanted me to come and see you is
to attempt to determine where, and in what ventures, they could, or perhaps should,
invest.
Dack saw that one coming. Well, there will be food service and machining shops
where they do certain fabrications chemistry and research labs need lots of
supplies all that sort of thing, you know. Our project manager and the comptroller
can tell you more. So could my wife, the Admiral Sharioch. I mostly oversee more
military operations, Sir George.
He shook his head in the affirmative. Ah, that. Right! Well, can you direct me to
these people?

This thing is taking quite a bit of research from my end. I should

appreciate any help you can give, Colonel. Anything at all will be very appreciated, he
indicated with determination as he rose to leave. Well, sir, lovely to see you, great
Colonel.
As they stepped outside Sir George offered, Listen, I have some great Earl Grey on
board, and since it is right up 4:30, won't you join me in my coach for tea? I have some
lovely fruit, baked goods, and all that. Care to join me before I'm off?
The Colonel smiled and said, That does sound lovely, Sir George. But please? You
first, my Lord, he offered as they stepped inside the travel coach.

The inside of the coach was as posh and opulent as Sir George himself. It had
genuine elephant skin upholstery with royal fleur d' lis imprints, a lovely soft black
carpeting, gold and white fabric with white fleur d' lis on the walls, and beautiful silken
drapes hanging from the windows in royal blue and gold that had fleur d' lis on them,
just in case one wanted to catch a cat nap while traveling. It was nicely appointed.
On the tiny table, Sir George had a number of lovely treats and snacks for their
enjoyment. There were two white translucent tea cups of real fine bone china, some
Bakewell tarts, Fuji apples, some cherry and black raspberry crumble, with a jar of
clover honey, a couple of nice slices of raspberry Roly Poly, a few chilled red grapes,
and a couple of bottles of cold Fentiman's Dandelion and Burdock soft drinks. All very
riche and very English!
After some time of a respite of enjoyment, some fun telling stories, and copious
discussion about investments and politics, Sir George had his direction on this. He
also now knew with whom to speak about possible business transactions for his
wealthy charges.

A few days later Sir George hunted up the Admiral. He was certain that Du knew all
the right people and that she could entree him to them. As he came to her office door,
he asked, Are you the Colonel's lovely wife, her grace Admiral Du Katrenich-Jaentra?
I am, indeed, my Lord Serif, Du reacted. My husband Dack told me you would be
coming. Please have a seat, won't you? she asked as she motioned to a nearby chair.
The Solicitor General hauled in the chair and sat down with, Why, yes, thank you!
And how does this fine day find you, Madame?
Well, well for sure, sir. Now I understand you are here representing some clients
who might wish to make investments in the new Gamma-Epsilon Space Station. How
may I help you, my Lord George? Du found him elegant and of such a gentlemanly
sort.
Uh, yes, perhaps you can, Admiral. I represent some viable interests who wish
to invest in the new space station. In fact, they are most interested in finding some
vehicles where they can support and profit. Your husband mentioned food service.
What will that be like in the new place? he wondered.
Well, Sir George, there will be 6 restaurants, 4 snack bars, a mini mall with some
stores that will sell food items. You know, candy bars, peanuts, and such. But, really,
you need to speak about specifics with our Food Services Manager. Her name is Alicia
Tecorro. She is in charge of that entire area so she will know all the particulars. Alicia
Tecorro is a Puerto Rican, a fabulous cook in her own rights, and a generally lovely
person I know you shall enjoy, your grace. She is the one to talk with about all that.
Sir George had been taking notes. Can you spell the last name for me, Madame,
please?

That's T E C O R R O, pronounced 'tay-CORR-owe', okay? Du

recounted.
Okay, I think I've got it! Tecorro. Great. Now where is she located? Why, could
there be a Food Services Department, do you suppose? Ha ha! he teased as he sort
of figured out the answer to his own question.
Du just smiled and responded, Of course, my Lord. On the 8 th floor by the main
chemistry laboratory. The front secretary, Jennika Ashland, will direct you once you go
in the front entrance. Tall, gorgeous young lady with blue skin. She's a Trevellian! You
know, even though they are still doing construction, I am sure they would welcome
you. Why don't you meet with Ricca O'Shaunessy and take a walking tour? It's a huge
place, but it's extremely interesting!
Ricca All right! I shall do that. It will help me get the lay of the place, you know.
Well, I shant take too much of your time today. But I know I shall be back. You know,
the Colonel is a blessed man having a lovely gal like you! he complemented her.
Du gave him another wide smile, the kind a lady gives when she gets noticed like
that. Why, thank you, Sir George. Thank you very much. Do take that tour. And have
fun! Next time I want a ride in that buggy of yours. Dack said that was really neat!
Consider that our plan, dear lady. Well, 'ta ta', as we English say, and he said it.

The next day Sir George went and found Alicia Tecorro, the Food Services Manager.
He found that there would be closed bidding to provide services and supplies that
would begin on the following Wednesday. Alicia gave him a number of pages, an entire
booklet, in fact, and said, Sir George, thank you for coming, and for being part of the
bidding process on behalf of your clients. Here is the bidding package. Notice that the
first bids will be for Main Food Items, Paper Supplies, Liquids, and Condiments. We will
do Main Foods, Paper, and Liquids next Wednesday. This page shows the amounts of
each item needed. I am sure that if you show this data to your clients they can take
things from there.
Sir George appreciated her thoroughness in the details of the bidding process. He
commented, Well, that's all just fab, Alicia. Yes, they will know what to do with this
data. Oh, I see there are bid envelopes included. Great. So it's just work it up, put in
the price, seal, and present at the meeting next Wednesday. I've got it. Now, you say
other bidding will follow?
Yes, answered Alicia. The schedule is on page 5.
His grace was satisfied when he remarked, Ah, yes, I see that Yes, Liquids on
Friday and Condiments, too. All is well, then. I shall call my clients on the Z phone and
they can do their work ups and give me their bid prices. I assure you that I am fully
authorized to represent them, and to even, at my own discretion, change the bids just a
bit. This is all just great, thank you so much. I know you are busy so I shall go now.
Thanks once again! and he exited with a wave.
The following Wednesday evening at 6 o'clock there was the first closed bid
meeting in the main restaurant. Ms. Alana Michelsin was representing the Darvington
Group, Mr. J. C. Shaun Carver represented The Carver Confabulation, His grace George

Serif was there to represent the Marchand Agency, and Miss Loretta Kahvelle was there
for Kahvelle Food Supplies, Limited.

Alicia started the meeting by saying,

Welcome all. Thank you for coming and participating in this little food fight, Ha ha!
First, we will open the winning bid for Main Foods. This includes main entree items,
desserts, and specialties. Naturally, this bid is for the first entire year of service. Let
me see. What do we have? she reacted as she slit the envelope and opened it. The
Marchand Agency has won it! Congratulations go to Sir George and his group. Very
well, then. I can't wait to see what we shall eat, you know. Sir George, please ask them
for me to bring at least two large car loads of seafood, especially Maine Lobster. I do
love that stuff, Ha ha hee!
Sir George nodded, Yes, right that. Indeed! Four carloads, Alicia... he teased.
Great! I love it when a plan comes together. Now, let's see. Paper Supplies are
next.

This is a big deal, and we use tons of this stuff, including all the doilies, napkins,
place mats, table cloths, cleaning rags for the servers to carry, and even, the paper

materials the Maitre d' use. Okay, here is the envelope Congratulations, Mr. J. C.
Carver! You will provide fine goods, I know, sir.
All right! Finally we come to the Liquid refreshments part coffee, cappuccino,
tea, juices, specialty waters, flavorings like Da Vinci or Torani, milk and cream, wines
and beers, even Fentimans Dandelion and Burdock, Ha!, and all other alcoholic items,
along with the garnishes for such, like lemons, limes, oranges, Maraschino cherries,
olives and baby onions, etc., etc. Well, let's find out who gets to provide these things.
Wow, you've done it again, Sir George! Marchand has it. Terrific, sir. Well, that is all
for today. See you Friday! Good bye... she trailed as she walked out.
For Sir George and his clients it had been a good meeting. They just gained
business and lots of it. Every time anyone visited the restaurants, diners, and snack
shops around the Gamma-Epsilon, Marchand would provide all the Main Foods and
Drinks. In fact, they had just contracted to do business in the mount of $76,485,000.14!

George decided to ask his clients to get the rights to name all the restaurants in the
Gamma, also. He could just imagine it, knowing he had helped - Marchand's would
be the name to know for wonderful food and drink!
He would fly home to His wife Shandon for a few days now. It would be lovely to be
back in the Kentish Weald at his ranch in Sevenoaks. Winter was in the air. Burr!

The TOKAMAK Travelers

by

Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & Ph. D.

Chapter 11 * Inventions

Dack had the time to finally get caught up on his reading today. He picked up a
recent copy of Interplanetary Digest and began to scan through it. First, he perused a
piece on the new work on the Gamma-Epsilon Space Station. That was cool! Then he
saw a picture of a weird contraption. It was silver and had bumps and viewing ports all

over it. Some kind of odd chamber. It was called The Wendelstein Fusion Stellarator'.
It had been built in Germany way back in 2015. So it was a rather old device, now 1002
years old! Wow! But what was it, anyway? It sure was a curious thing. Dack read the
following,

The Wendelstein 7-X (W7-X) reactor is an experimental stellarator (nuclear fusion reactor)
built in Greifswald, Germany, by the Max-Planck-Institut fr Plasmaphysik (IPP), and
completed in October 2015. It is a further development of Wendelstein 7-AS. The purpose of
Wendelstein 7-X is to evaluate the main components of a future fusion reactor built using
stellarator technology, even if Wendelstein 7-X itself is not an economical fusion power
plant.
The Wendelstein 7-X reactor is the largest fusion device created using the stellarator concept
which was the brainchild of physicist Lyman Spitzer. It is planned to operate with up to 30
minutes of continuous plasma discharge, demonstrating an essential feature of a future power
plant: continuous operation.
The name of the project, referring to the mountain Wendelstein in Bavaria, was decided at the
end of the 1950s, referencing the preceding project from Princeton University under the name
Project Matterhorn.[3]
The research facility is an independent partner project with the University of Greifswald.
The Wendelstein 7-X device is based on a five field-period Helias configuration. It is mainly a
toroid, consisting of 50 non-planar and 20 planar superconducting magnetic coils, 3.5 m high,
which induce a magnetic field that prevents the plasma from colliding with the reactor walls.

The 50 non-planar coils are used for adjusting the magnetic field. It aims for a plasma density
20
of 3 x 10

particles/cubic metre, and a plasma temperature of 60 130 million K.[1]

The main components are the magnetic coils, cryostat, plasma vessel, divertor and heating
systems.[4]
The coils (NbTi in aluminum[4]) are arranged around a heat insulating cladding with a
diameter of 16 meters, called the cryostat. A cooling device produces enough liquid helium to
cool down the magnets and their enclosure (about 425 metric tons of 'cold mass') to
superconductivity temperature (4 K[5]). The coils will carry 12.8 kA current and create a field
of up to 3 Tesla.[5]

The plasma vessel, built of 20 parts, is on the inside, adjusted to the complex shape of the
magnetic field. It has 254 ports (holes) for plasma heating and observation diagnostics.
The whole plant is built of five almost identical modules, which were assembled in the
experiment hall.[4]
The heating system[6] includes 10 megawatts of microwaves for Electron Cyclotron Resonance
Heating (ECRH), for up to 10 seconds, and can deliver 1 megawatt for 50 seconds during
operational phase 1 (OP-1).[7] For operational phase 2 (OP-2), after completion of the full
armor/water-cooling, up to 8 megawatts of neutral beam injection will also be available for 10
seconds,[8] while the microwave system will be extended to true steady state (30 minutes). An
Ion Cyclotron Resonance Heating (ICRH) system will become available for physics operation
in OP1.2.[9]
A system of sensors and probes based on a variety of complementary technologies will measure
key properties of the plasma, including the profiles of the electron density and of the electron
and ion temperature, as well as the profiles of important plasma impurities and of the radial
electric field resulting from electron and ion particle transport.
Man, what a vehemoth! Dack thought. It was a monster for sure. For making
plasma fusion energy. Hmmmm, so curious. Wonder if they still use them. No way! It
was even possible to use that tremendous heat and pressure to transport energy
particles. That's a cool thing. Over 60-130,000,000 degrees Kelvin? Now that's hot!
Awesome.

He would have to come back later and try to fully absorb this scientific history. It
was just a bit heavy for an old military guy. Whoo! Then, a few pages farther back, he
came across another fascinating article The Untamed Power of Plasmonics.
Interesting! They took a beam and aimed it at a metal plate. It made shock waves. They
have cloaked, transported, and other odd things. That all started in 1981. Old, but
innervating stuff. The article said,

In physics, a plasmon is a quantum of plasma oscillation. As light consists of photons, so

the plasma oscillation consists of plasmons. The plasmon can be considered a quasiparticle
since it arises from the quantization of plasma oscillations, just like phonons are
quantizations of mechanical vibrations. Thus, plasmons are collective (a discrete number)
oscillations of the free electron gas density, for example, at optical frequencies. Plasmons
can couple with a photon to create another quasiparticle called a plasma polariton.
All of a sudden Dack got the vestigial parts of an idea. So he reached for his Mont
Blanc pen lying on the table and wrote,

What
we

if

could

combine the high temperatures and speed and energy

results of the Stellarator experiments with the versatile
uses of Plasmonics, and other things like Lasers, to
produce a faster travel time and greater distances for our
people who use the Nephilim Portals? Is that feasible?
For a number of years Dack had wanted to contribute something really beneficial to
science. Maybe this idea was workable, after all. He would get with the folks from the
Laboratory and run it all by them. Who knows? We may just have something here. But
Plasmonics + Stellarators + Lasers = WHAT? From where Dack sat, it sure looked like
it had potential. It all remained to be seen.

The next day Dack went to the laboratory to speak with the director, Dr. Ju-Bao Li.

The good Doctor had double degrees in Quantum Theory and Physic from the

University of Beijing. The guy was a sheer genius! So there was very little about
science that he did not know. Dack knew that if his idea was even remotely feasible Dr.
Li would know.
Hello, Dr. LI! How are you, kind sir? Dack bowed in a typically respectable
manner when you honor someone as he did Dr. Li. It was Chinese culture to bow like
that.
Dr. Ju-Bao looked up from his reading and said with a smile, Well, hello, Colonel. I
am fine. And you? Thank you for your gracious kindness to bow. But we are friends,
so that's not necessary, okay?
All right.

Say, listen, I have an idea I want to run by you.

I was reading

Interplanetary Digest where I saw two articles, one on the Wendelstein Stellarator and
the other on Plasmonics. Fascinating stuff! he said with excitement in his manner.
Dr. Ju-Bao nodded knowingly and responded, Yes, it is. But they never used it
much. The Stellarator that is. It made short bursts of energy only, so it was a bit
limited. I always thought they should have done something specific to keep the energy
output the same as long as hey want, such as to store it in some sort of vessel made
just for that. Maybe a Hydrogen ion sink, or the like. I don't know, he trailed as he look
deck at his journal.
Dack decided to hit him full on with the concept he devised, so he asked, Well,
suppose, Doc, that they could harness all that massive energy and heat, store it
somehow, then blend it with the ability to transport molecules plasmonically, direct it
with a laser beam and. Now this may sound a bit crazy, Doc Could they use it, say

on a Nephilim Portal, to increase speed and distance? Can that be done, do you
think?
Hmmm You ask interesting question We have heat (very high!), pressure is
great, no problem there. Then got plasmonic transportation so can send humanoid
essence by that signal. Nephilim doing that now! Must make it do more. Go much
farther into space. See more. Learn more. Become more! Great idea, Colonel. Yes, I
can imagine ways to do this. Must test it to see. I`'d say at least feasible, maybe
possible. Who knows? Take time to know, experiment. We will try. I like it, Colonel. I
will set a team onto this idea. Possible to increase speed and distance? We would
have to re-work portals. We completely study, analyze it, we see. said the Doctor,
who was thinking it over seriously as he thought out loud.
Dack had to go soon, so he ended with, Good. Take a crack at it, Doctor. We won't
know if we don't try, right?
Right about that, Colonel. See you soo, We discuss more fully then, okay? Dr. JuBao Li offered
The Colonel headed for the door and responded, All right, then! I'll see you at that
time, sir!
Well, that was hopeful and exciting. Just imagine traveling at many times the speed
of light, instead of on a radio signal at Warp Factor 1, like they did now with the
Nephilim Portal? My gosh, that's at 186,000 miles per second now! How about 10
times that? That would be traveling at 18,600,000 miles every second. Now, that's

really hauling! Whew! But the doc did say it may be feasible, so let's hope so.
A week later Doctor Li paged Dack om the Z phone system. He stopped the
document writing he was working on and went right to the lab. Once he was there, he
saw that Doc was smiling. We have something useful here, Colonel Dack! Team
agrees is very feasible. We will work hard to do. We not try, WE DO!
Dack was ecstatic when he replied,Oh, cool! Really, now? This is feasible? You
mean that the 'Ole Dackster' had a grand idea this time? Wonderful!
Dack figured that if the doc could pull this off, they would both be awarded for it
Nobel, Pulitzer, Space Program, Military honors, etc., etc. It would be a wonderful thing
to go that fast and that far! Dack really did not know yet what the limitations were.
Maybe Warp Factor 10, or 25, who knows? One thing was for certain when they did
get this, everything would become magnificently benefited. It would be a new world!

~ The TOKAMAK Travelers ~

by
Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & PH. D.

CHAPTER 12 * altercation

The tide had turned. In fact, Dr. Minerva Jane Moreau had just been hired at the
Gamma-Epsilon Space Station as the new company counselor. No more having to
compete with every other psychologist out there for clients. No more expensive
advertising billboards of Minny Jane splashed along every major road with her picture
on it in gigantic size, either. No, this was more ideal, a select group of employees who
could all come to see her whenever they wanted because her services were a paid part
of their company health insurance plan. Doing things this way beat having to fish for

clients, hope they would come to all the sessions, and then further hope they would
stay until her work with them was done. At the company, if they signed up, they got a
minimum number of one hour sessions with an extension if that was needed. Minny
Jane was sure that she would both have the time and sessions to complete the job. No
more drop offs, either. When the company said to go your sessions, and to be
punctually on time, you just went and The Doc would help you. This system was
clean and simple. Minny Jane liked that a great deal.
Certainly her background and training had set her up for this, along with her many
years of public experience.
Thirty-one year old Minerva Jane Moreau nicknamed Minny Jane - was born in
La Crot, France on January 17, 2986, the youngest of four daughters born to Francois
Leon Trevelle and Marie Ann Chevallier. She stood five feet six inches tall and weighed
123 pounds, and was trim of figure and very physically fit.
From her earliest ages, Minerva was known to have odd powers, such as knowing
things that are seemingly unknowable, with a sense of unbelievable intuition, an
intense ability at observation, an unswerving love for minerals and stones, and a great
desire to increase all of her natural gifts.
After high school, she decided to study physics, behavioral science, mineralogy,
and psychic phenomenon. She got her Psychological Counseling Degree her Ph. D. at the American University of Paris. She spoke French, English, Spanish, Polish,
Mandarin Chinese, Portuguese, Swahili, Trevellian, and the Amartronique dialect of
Kavonne V. She did intense psychic studies at The College of Psychic Studies
(founded in 1884 as the London Spiritualist Alliance), a non-profit organization based

in South Kensington, London, England, that is dedicated to the study of spiritual

phenomena.
Within two years, she was considered an empathic counselor who could feel the
emotions of others and assist them, even in very difficult times and situations.
She singularly developed a Levitating Altar of Dynamics , a very unique platform
on which she could psychically re-charge her vital energies of mind, body, spirit, aura,
soul, and mantra. She arduously worked to assist the Fed Cent in the area of helping
employees with psychological counseling and dealing with difficulties in their lives and
work. She was very much into the Metaphysics of gemstones and their unique abilities
and powers, too. She truly enjoyed being with others and discovering their gifts and
abilities, also.
Minn learned all about various levels of human experience, finding that there were
basically 12 Human Dimensions, namely length, breadth, height, time, thought, feeling,
spirit, magnetic, electric, linear, circular, and spherical. She knew that these things
were each very real, so she had respect for them. She would often use this unique
knowledge in her work.
As for her personality and interests, Minerva Jane was by nature very personable,
friendly, compassionate, and endearing. She very much cared about the welfare of
others and she took good care of herself, too. She was a friend to everyone and an
enemy to none. She was gentle, exceedingly intelligent and witty, but strong of will,
compassionate but determined to change whatever was necessary to improve the
quality of life, and she was considered by many to be what they would have called truly
'spiritual'.

As for her faith, she would call herself a Catholic who reaches somewhat into
Paganism, especially in the area of psychic powers and the honoring of nature's
beauty and joys.
Minerva was a lover, not a fighter, and very much a curious happy camper who
brought joy wherever she went. She loved to be outdoors, where she could enjoy the
environment around her. Flowers and other flora were both a great love of hers and a
thing she studied horticulturally, for she learned about every flower and plant she saw,
and kept catalogs filled with dried leaves, flowers, and other forest mementos, such as
cones, seeds, bark, and berries.
All throughout her home she had gorgeous and varied mineral specimens, shells,
and other curious artifacts, some of them from unusual foreign cultures and religions.
She also loved art, especially the plien air landscape works of Angela Vassione and
the still lifes of Sir Mort Cavington-Mc Caully.
When it came to her loves of music, she was a huge fan of New Age artists and
composers, like Eric Fenner, Yanni, and Norma Rossye. Minny Jane also really dug
contemporary music, enjoying jazz, exotic and native cultural vintages, tribal music,
and grandiose orchestral works conducted by Dame Joanne Parker of Perth, Scotland.
Well, Little Minn was asked to preview the Space Station, and especially her office, a
few days before she actually started work, so she hitched a ride when they were
transporting an Avrora Airbus loaded with a complete and in tact Nephilim Portal. The
thing was huge, and they mounted it right in top of the craft, but she sat inside the
passenger compartment and was very comfortable. After she sat there waiting to leave
for some moments, a handsome Italian fellow named Tony got on board, also. He was

an Astrotech who was being sent to the Gamma with some other workers to attach the
two big golden Portals to the outside of the Space Station.
Before leaving, and on the way, and after they landed, the two of them talked and
talked, about everything. Minny Jane found this guy was real easy and she had no
problem understanding the sort of guy that he was. She knew right from the start that
she had met a very significant factor in her life. She could just feel that.

When they arrived at the new station, she and Tony set a date for dinner.
Then Minn went right to see her office. Being on the third floor central, it was nice,
and she very quickly realized that she would change very little. Of all the things
unexpected, however, the office even had a large, comfy couch. Yes, a client could lie
down if they wanted.
Minny Jane looked around, even going through the cabinets, desks, and bookcases,
and she figured out where all the main things were that she would need. Someone had

fully stocked the place with supplies. That would save her some work setting things
up.
There were actually four separate client rooms, and a front office and waiting room
complete with a rack of current periodicals, a Gideon Bible, which was so encouraging
for many folks, and a small kitchenette for having lunch in the building. She would
have to transport her own books, however. For her practice, they were her frequent
points of reference and a great way to review previous cases.
After going through the rest of the space station, she decided to do a bit of
shopping at the mall on Level Four. At a nice clothing store called Farro's, she saw
some very pretty clothes, so she tried on a number of things and finally bought two
bras, some pale blue panties, and a nice sweater that would be great to wear at work in
these very air conditioned offices that could feel quite a bit too cool to her little tiny
frame.
Then, as she was walking down the mall enjoying the place, someone came from
nowhere, took a quick grab at her purse, and finally got it away from her after some
moments of tussling with her. She did give him a couple of hot karate kicks, but that
just made his adrenaline kick in. Well, Minny Jane let out a fearful scream and yelled,
Get him! He has my purse!! as she scrubbed the spot where he cuffed her on the
cheek. The guy was just bolt running to get away, but he ran around a corner and
bumped right into a security guard. That ended his criminal career real quickly.
He turned out to be a 19 year old who had tried to get a job in the main restaurant
kitchen as a cook. But he had no experience, so they did not hire him. His little way of
getting even was to try to steal some money. Well, he picked the wrong person for
that, figuring that the cute tiny blonde would be a weakling. When security arrested

him he complained, That tiny bitch kicked me so danged hard I almost couldn't run!
That only made Minn laugh.
You see, all the time she was in college Minerva deeply studied the martial arts,
especially a combined style called Keun Hop Kien. Her instructor had taught her basic
kata, or forms, and some immediately deadly self defense techniques. Just before the
kid pulled away, after he hit her, Minn was about to nail him with a double hand stone
punch to his sternum that would have surely stunned him into oblivion. Her instructor
said that he had once had to use that sort of punch on a street felon brandishing a shot
gun. He had dropped the guy right on the sidewalk and he never again got up.
Now that she looked at the situation again, she realized that it did not warrant that
kind of defense mechanism. It was not a deadly force situation. She had never felt at
serious threat of her life, only her property. Anyway, the guy would have only gotten a
$20 bill she always carried for emergencies and one credit card with a low limit.
Now, he would get a few weeks in jail and she hoped he would learn his lesson and
lay this kind of activity aside for good. She could somehow feel he would do just that.
Once again, she knew that she understood something most would call 'unknowable'.
But, then, that was one of her gifts, and a very handy one.
When she returned to her apartment that evening, she decided to take a hot and
soothing soak in the bath tub, and then do some reading and meditation before going
to bed. She would never do common meditation like Indian gurus and Fakirs do. No
mantra, not spirits, or any of that. That was Hinduism. No, that type was not for her, nor
did she believe in it. She just wanted some very healthy settling and relaxing of her
spirit, mind, and body. She often loved to hum a pretty tune while doing that. Asking
God for more peace would help, too. Prayer always went very well with faith and

goodness. This her Mother Superior had taught her long ago. Rev. Mother Morina was
so dear!
Ooh, the bath felt so good! As she lay down and put her head on a small pillow she
just let the rich sensations of the deliciously warm water and the fresh lavender
scented bath bubbles drain her of all anxiety. Yes, the near robbery had shaken her just
a little. But they caught the kid and she was glad for that. Keep a happy thought,
Minn, one of her professors, Dr. Loraine Long, had said so many times. Somehow,
that had worked then and it worked now. She wished the silly kid no harm, just a better
life with the proper values in place. She hoped he would do some growing and
knowing. To fix it all now, like a catalyst fixes resin, she sank a deep thought for
several minutes, saying this aloud, Go for the better things, young man. Lift your head
up from the earthly sand and really live. Have honor. Have the integrity to do right the
things, son. BE SOMEBODY!
A few weeks later, Minnie Jane was called to court to testify against the young man
who robbed her. She wished it didn't have to be so, he was so very young, but it had to
be this way. He had to learn his lesson.
The bailiff called her to the witness stand and asked, Do you promise to speak the
truth, and nothing else, so help you God?
Minn simply answered a quiet, Yes, Ma'am!
The prosecutor lead with, Ms. Moreau, were you in the Grand Mall about three
weeks ago?
Yes, I was, she answered.

And did you see the defendant, Mr. Grant Evans, there that day? The witness has
acknowledged with an affirmative nod, Your Honor. Okay, would you please tell the
court, in your own words, what happened there? he requested.
Minnie Jane took a long breath, cleared her throat, and began, Yes, well, I had done
some shopping, getting some clothes at Farro's, and was walking down the mall as I
drank an icy cappuccino, when suddenly someone came up behind me and took my
purse...
The attorney continued, And would you look at this purse law enforcement found
in his hands? Is this yours, Miss?
Yes, it is! I have had this for about 4 years. I was carrying this that day and this is
what he took, she continued to say as she opened the purse and removed a $20 bill,
neatly folded, and a credit card.
So, he took these things from you against your will? the man questioned.
He did. Yes, these things are all mine. I bought that purse on Gallium 18, at a
shopping center. The brand is Damonte, as you can see from the label inside,
counselor. Minnie Jane was being typically thorough.
The defendant stood and decried, Prejudicial to the suspect, Your Honor! but the
judge declined the motion.
The attorney turned to the judge and informed him, I have no more questions for
this witness, Your Honor, and the bailiff helped her step down from the witness box.
After that, they brought up other witnesses who either saw the altercation,
witnessed Minnie Jane fighting the man, saw him running from the scene. and heard
her cry for help. They even brought in the supervisor from the restaurant to verify that
he had not hired the guy, so as to illustrate his possible motive. After all of this

process of testimony was finished, the forensics people verified that the purse and its
contents had more of Minnie Jane's fingerprints than any others, and that the
suspect's prints had been put onto the items on top of, and after, hers. That all showed
that the purse was hers and that he took it from her. The witness knew his goose was
cooked, so he decided to be quiet rather than to testify and make himself look foolish.
The judge declared the young fellow 'guilty of robbery and assault as charged' and said this to him
very firmly, Master Grant, you are entirely too smart to have done this sort of thing! What were you
thinking, or were you? I don't ever want to see you in my court again. Do you understand me? Next
time, I will literally throw the book at you, young man! I will not tolerate any more of this from you. I
hereby remand you to the Durvossa XI Central Jail for confinement of no less than 9 months
contiguously served. This case is determined, adjudicated, and hereby closed! Bailiff, remove Mr.
Evans, and escort the man to jail immediately. A few days later, Minnie Jane asked the court
if, although she had been a victim, she may have the court's permission to visit Grant
in jail as a registered psychological counselor. They gave her that right, so she visited

him about 6 weeks later. He was sorry and he apologized, claiming he was so
disappointed at not getting the job that he got stupid.
Minnie Jane reminded the man, Grant, I am a counselor, so I deal with the problems
folks face every day. I have seen young guys like you, who have done dumb and
impulsive things for stupid reasons, many times. This is not new to me, but you are,
Grant. You are not a bad guy, in fact. You're good looking, a sharp dresser, and so
forth. You just did something foolish. Well, I want you to know I forgive you, young sir.
It is done. Over with. Now, when you get out of here, don't ever come back, but go to
school and make a career and a life for yourself. BE SOMEBODY! Okay?
Grant was humbled before this very wise and pretty lady counselor. All he could say
was, Yes, thank you. You are right, and I will, I promise, Ma'am.

~ The TOKAMAK Travelers ~

by
Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & PH. D.

CHAPTER 13 * Designations

It was a sunny bright March 9th day on his wife's 44th birthday, and there was little
going on at the office, so Dack took off to go uptown and shop for his girl, Du-Anjeela.
She had been mentioning that she wanted some new clothes for work. Since Dack
knew her favorite styles, her sizes, and her measurements, he knew he could find
something she would like.

Maybe something in yellow, her favorite color being a

lemon or daisy shade. She also wanted a new watch, so he would check all the jewelry
stores for that. Perhaps a higher end piece would be very fitting for the Admiral. He
knew that she really loved the Cartier rose gold Ballon Bleu, so he would look at those.

He had seen it before and thought it was a gorgeous watch that would look fabulous
on Du's wrist, even if it did cost 27,900 Sterling! That was about $41,145.00 American,
but his lover was worth it, for she was such a classy, beautiful, and brilliant woman of
gracious elegance.

Dack remembered what the Cartier Company had to say about the watch,
Floating like a balloon and as blue as the sapphire safely nestled in its side, the
Ballon Bleu watch by Cartier adds a dash of elegance to male and female wrists alike.
Roman numerals are guided on their path by a sapphire cabochon winding mechanism
guarded by an arc of precious metal. The convex curves of the case, guilloch dial,
sword-shaped hands, and polished or satin-finish links of the bracelet ensure that the
Ballon Bleu watch by Cartier floats within the world of Cartier watchmaking.
That was well said and totally true from what he had seen when they were shopping
a few months after he and Du started dating. They had been at the big mall in Cordu-on

-the-Glen in England and that was how the print material he had read described the
timepiece. It was lovely, and if he could find one today, Du would be thrilled!

~ The TOKAMAK Travelers ~

by
Dennis C. Miller, D. B. S. & PH. D.

CHAPTER 14 * VERMILLION

Dack rose early this morning, at nearly 2 AM, because he just couldnt
sleep any longer. Todays experiments were so exciting! Everybody, especially
Minnie Jane and the Doctor, hoped they would work. In fact, for several rather
tedious days, Doc had been working on the math, re-working every little part
until he virtually had it memorized. After all, no one had done this work before. It
was extremely complex, sort of like space flight had been at first.
Although math wasnt really Dacks specialty, he knew that Doc ate, slept,
and drank exponents, expressions, and formulae. His math went way beyond
the simple Algebra Dack had learned in high school.

Doc Li could do the

Analytical Geometry, plus the Quantum Theory, and all the really hard stuff. So,
as they discussed the plan today, and did the experiments, Dack knew he would

have to request, Laymans terms, Doc... over and over. With Doc, who often
spoke in what Dack called techno-speak, you had to ask him several times to
tone his speech down to your level of understanding.
As he went now into the bathroom he heard his wife sleepily ask, Already
up? Wha time izzit, anyway?
Just after 2 oclock, he whispered. I cant sleep any more. Im too
excited.
Just then he saw two pretty legs turn to the floor, with, Ill make kyu sum
kah AFEE... she offered like the town drunk. She sat all wobbly on the bed. Du
was so cute when she was sleepy. Her words went all mushy and slurry, just like
Red Skelton when he said, Its so smooooth!! You had to giggle at it!
Ha ha, OH, I can get it, honey, Dack said. Now, you YOU You go
back to bed, little woman, he coached as he took her arm, turned her back
around, and aimed her back into bed. Du just said a sleepy, OH! She offered
no fight, sat right back down on the edge of the bed, rubbed her eyes, then
looked at her pillow with a big smile, grabbed it, and then she lay down.
She said a hushed, Night. I lo you... as she fell back to sleep and made
an air kiss.
Nighties, lover., he trailed. Then Dack noticed a new flavor of
toothpaste as he put his brush into his mouth. He picked up the tube and
read,Cool fresh Cinna Spice mint Hmmm, nice!

No doubt, today would be an interesting day with all the testing being
done. First, they would certify test all the current gear to make sure it was
functioning at 100%. Unless they did that, they would not know how to read any
further results.
Dr. Ju Bao Li had mentioned the need to calibrate, so he expected a whole
bunch of fresh scientists to show up for these efforts. Among others, they would
see some new physicists, especially ones who had much experience with
tokamak science.
That was a branch of scientific endeavor that had received a number of
great results lately! For example, one such fellow in Austria had just recently
devised and manufactured a device he called a reticent detainer. It supposedly
could control the speed of the plasma units and thereby control the heat output
very precisely. This was a quickly advancing science.
Once outside, Dack opened the door of his Trenzia Avarice 480 truck, sat
down, and inserted his key lock unit for ignition, but you no longer had to turn it.
The engine purred right up very smoothly, with no cranking sounds, and Dack
proclaimed, Man, I do like this engine! No cranking this beauty on cold
mornings. Huh uh, instant power. Light speed! he yelled as he drove away.
It was a Disneyland fallback, the little robot driver pilot on Star Tours used
to say that. Not that Dack had ever been to Disneyland, but thats what an old
friend told him. In fact, they had torn down and completely re-built a whole

bunch of older amusement parks, Disneyland being one of them, part of the new
consortium Presidents advancing and updating program.

Finally giving a great last wrenching and gasping yawn almost four
hours later, Du finally opened her eyes. It had just turned 5:45 AM and her
clocks bell alarm was just finishing its ring sequence. She immediately
realized she was not hearing Dack, so she thought to call out his name,
Daa? Oh, yeah... But then she remembered that he went on to work
ahead of her.
Oh, yeah, testing day. Today was the time to pre-test all base
systems. She knew her crew would be going insane to sort it all out. So
she suddenly shook herself, sprang up out of bed and went quickly for the
shower. Tossing her blue panties onto the white leather and gold bench by
the bathroom door, she grabbed the big pull bar on the shower enclosure
door and sauntered inside, with a, Yeah, warm water. Wakey, wakey,
g frenn! she uttered, remembering what Jackie, one of her secretaries
had always said when she arrived at work. Like, wakey, wakey cause Im
here now. Dack said he knew a waitress uptown. Whenever she arrived
for work, she would chime, Let the fun begin! So cute.
Arriving at the Fed Cent at 6:54, Dack wheeled his truck into a vacant
parking spot, stopped, and turned off the motor. Next to his place a CPA

named Callie Soak waved as she bent down to smile at him. Hi, hi, Miss
Callie! How are you this crisp little morning? he asked the 5 feet 10 inch
27 year old in a pale blue pencil skirt with a pop of red scarf lain on a white
satin top.
Callie smiled and said, Doing fine, Colonel. Yes, its chilly all right.
And where is that gorgeous lady of yours? Is she feeling well?
The Colonel assured her, Shes just counting a few more sheep.
Worn out, Callie, with all the extra prep work shes doing, poor thing! All
this getting ready for the big tests just may be more wearisome than the
big test themselves, you know?

And she didnt even sit up all night

cramming, Ha ha!
I could see her doing that though, Colonel. Shes a hard worker with
great resolve. I wish I had her mojo sometimes! Callie teased as they
came to the front door with a, Thank you, sir! Well, have a good day and
advance science as the doc says, Bye... she waved and walked away.
As he watched her go away, he thought, Now, my son needs to meet
her. Turning left down the third hall, the Colonel spotted Doc, who said,
Rot do today, Kerner, rot do! and he stripped off into his office.
The Doc couldnt say Colonel. It was always Kerner. We got one mo
hour get more ready. See you den, he reacted with a wide smile.

Dack stepped into his office. He stopped and noticed that his
secretary had already put on the first pot of coffee, so he hollered, THANK
YOU! She heard him in the next office and said, Welcome, Boss! she
answered as she came his way.
Good morning, Colonel! she chimed on time as she stepped in with
a stunning smile. This is the day, Boss man. I lay out your files for you
on the conference room table, she lead him that way as she had fixed him
a cup just like he wanted it.

I think all is in order Spec sheets.

Ordering P. O.s Data logs Oh, yeah! she extended as she went to the
cabinet for one last file. And parameter matrices. There you go! That
should do it. Its good, No? she asked gesturing to his coffee urn. It was
an urn. Lord, it was so big It held five cups of coffee!
Perfect! and he took a huge gulp. Yes, that is what I needed. More
gulps.. gulps. THERE. Now Im good. The day just started for realsies.
Honest! Okay, one last plow through the files. he trailed as he began to
read the first file. Thanks, and love to all of you and yers... he teased the
little Texan. He heard her giggle a Dolly Parton chuckle as she walked
away.
In the main lab, Doc Li was fired up and ready to go. Kerner, preese
come sit. We about begin now. Everybody here? he asked.
And some wise guy said, Yep, were all here! Duh.

Some levity helped, because as it turned out, it did become an

arduous day, with so many, rather unrelated things to do, systems to
check, and lots of analysis. As hard as it was to determine this, the group
ultimately concluded that everything was ready. They would begin to test
the new Hyper Flux Deep Space Rejoinder System in three days. This
was the really big part.
A few days later, Dr. Li had just activated all systems. The flyer was
outside a gate. Ok, got 4500 k keep going

6875 k. More! he

requested from his many helpers. They focused on balancing everything

as they brought up the power and heat even higher. After awhile he
exclaimed, We are at Vermillion, sirs! Red zone up! Now going over the
hill I suggest to trigger in T-5, 4, 3, 2, 1 TRIGGER! Yelled the Master
Science Officer.
For some moments, Doc just watched all the indicators. Then he
calmly asked, So? We there??
There was silence for a few minutes while everything was checked.
Then a transmission came, Base, we have arrived safely...
Li just stood calmly smiling and announced, Folks, we just sent
astronaut 30 trillion miles in 14.5744 seconds. Unberievable. Good, good!
Kerner, we did it! He there very fast. he said, pointing at the screen.
Dat quick. Wow!

They had just sent a fellow from a gate behind the main Fed Cent
building across deep space at, OMG, Factor 133, 133 times the speed of
light. And the nice thing was, everything held firm, the temperature, the
energy, the reserves, everything.
They had just hit Event Perimeter, going farther, hugely faster than
ever before. This made it a whole new world.
He quickly called Du... Honey, get this WE DID IT

Perhaps the main thing that made the system work so well were the
dynobonic reticulators they added to the side of each tube of the main
tokamak-Wendelstein frame. As the plasma passed by those each time, it
would be catapulted at even greater speed with a very little added heat.
After several thousand passes around the loop, everything just went into
meg speed. The device basically accelerated itself. The computers had to
run it, however, for it was out of the scientists hands. They had imagined
what could happen but no one expected this. At the maximum, they found
the plasma was traveling at over mach 602! That was one of the causative
factors that made it work, the unintended acceleration.

Dr. Li got very excited then, I know, lets bring Brett back to
transport main room gate. Come on!
Everyone ran out in a herd. A couple of guys figured the new
coordinates and said, Were ready...
Dr. Li generously offered, Diss Kerners idea. You sent, you bring
back, sir.

Ha ha!

YOU give order, okay? and Li pointed him to the

microphone.
Dack was searching for special words, something unique that could
become traditionally said every time someone did this in the future. He
smiled and leaned into the mic just as Doc pushed a lever. This ones for

you, Lorna Pursue! he said as he looked heavenward. He wished

Lorna could have been there, but he knew that in spirit she was.
In a very few seconds there stood Captain Kranna in the gate. He
chuckled when he realized where they had taken him and asked,So you
tested another one, huh? Man, thats fast Doctor LI! Unreal. I am amazed,
Colonel. I want to thank you for speeding up everything!
The Colonel had a question, Swooning, no dizziness, son?
Kranna smiled and said, Nothing like that, sir. However, I did see
rainbows, blurs of gorgeous colors! It was cool.
Dr. Li remarked, Corohs we can endure. No probrem dat!
The Colonel shook Capt. Krannas hand and repeated, NO
PROBREM DAT! Ha ha ha...
Dr. Ju Bao suggested,Diss need cereblation, no?

We have nice

dinner this evening! Go to Kranhaws Steak and Sea. It be nice!

Col. Dack was staring off, shaking his head, as he remarked,
Vermillion! We crossed Vermillion... to the Event Perimeter. That was the
key. Man, I am blessed to be part of this. and everyone applauded.
Dinner was awesome!