RABAN (The Rabanian Book 2)
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"I can add just as well as you can. You need to add that you have the name of the Naanite who allegedly scrambled this information, plus the fact that the only person from Naan who came over, came here to help you. It is thanks to his death that you are now sitting behind that desk throwing false accusations at us."
"Why are you provoking him," called Daio and his face started to turn red. "You want us to get killed."
I turned my head towards the terminal and text from the books appeared on the screen.
"You!" said Naan.
"The fi-fi-first book, the se-se-second book, the thi-thi-third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, and the se-se-seventh book," I said in Naanite while flipping between the pages. "The Onimin books."
"You kidnapped the spacecraft," said Naan. "Naanite, you speak Naanite," he said confused.
The Doctor’s face froze so did Daio’s and my mother's. I thought I saw a smile hiding beneath my father's beard. Naan on the other hand looked as if he was about to lose control of his senses.
"I ha-ha-had to," I said.
"You had to?" said Naan in a faint voice.
"These Bo-Bo-Books are dangerous and Ma-Ma-Mampas today is a dangerous place."
"But I was about to bring them to you," said Naan, and his voice broke.
I opened the seventh book. "These bo-bo-books are written in a very odd way."
"They are very old," said the Doctor in a chirping voice.
"Yes, you sh-sh-should know," I said.
"Me?"
"Yes, you are the a-a-advisor."
I turned my face to the screen and read.
Eight generations they suffer Chapter hidden reveals her faith on her scrambling skills she counted Mampas soon humbly at her feet she rules the desert tribes becoming free nation of Naanite.
I didn't stutter.
Naan's face froze. "You can read it," he mumbled.
The Doctor thought that a Mampasian rebel that speaks Naanite was definitely a sign.
I switched my gaze between their stunned faces. "A s-s-scrambler? Ma-Ma-Mampas at her feet?" I yelled.
"Sir, I find it difficult…” mumbled Naan.
"What is di-di-difficult?"
"To understand, to understand where all this is leading." He rubbed his face as if he was trying to shake himself and clarify his thoughts. "All this discussion is irrelevant. I, I, I don't think the books should be the center of our meeting." He smiled, embarrassed.
"The O-O-Onimin Books should be the b-b-basis to our re-re-relationship," I said. "These bo-bo-books set your view of us and of in-in-information scrambling."
"These books are completely absurd," said Naan. "You said it yourself. Information scrambler? What information scrambler are they referring to? There's no such woman. These books are a joke."
"You can resist as much as you want but the books are real," said my father.
"Maybe it's you," said the Doctor suddenly looking at me.
"W-W-What do you mean?" I asked.
"Maybe you are the man the books are talking about."
"That's in-in-interesting, but I'm neither a wo-wo-woman nor a Naanite."
"But Mampas is at your feet and you speak Naanite as if it's your mother tongue," said the Doctor.
"My mo-mo-mother comes from a well-known re-re-rebel family and I don't like the way you're twisting thi-thi-things."
"You cannot read the Books the way they are written," said my father.
"So how should I read what I just read?"
"You need to read the eighth Book," said my father.
"Ei-Ei-Eighth Book? What ei-ei-eighth Book?" I turned to Naan. "I think I was very clear about the Books."
"Yes sir, I, I, I didn't know there was an eighth book," said Naan looking back and forth between my father, Daio, and the Doctor.
"Are you h-h-hiding in-in-information from me? Did you think I wouldn’t f-f-find out?"
"Sir it’s just a misunderstanding. I took the books from the terminal in their Shuttle. There was no eighth Book."
"Since you've hi-hi-hidden information from me, I will h-h-hide these bo-bo-books from you. I'll s-s-scatter them th-th-throughout the network and s-s-scramble them thousands ways."
"Sir, you don't mean that," said the Doctor
"This me-me-meeting is over," I said stood up and pointed towards the door. "You cannot do that," said Daio and stood up.
"I cannot?"
Daio tried to walk around the desk and one of the guards behind me stepped forward and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. The other guard reached for his gun.
I raised my hand to calm them down. "That's okay," I said and Daio walked forward to stand in front of me.
"We've done everything you asked. You asked Sosi to come and he's here. You asked for the Books. Naan stole the Books because Sosi was worried about their safety. I promised him he'd go back with the Books and I intend to keep that promise."
"You ca-ca-cannot keep your promise. It's not up to-to-to you," I said.
"You'll have to go through me before I let you scramble them."
I looked at the group before me. "The Bo-Bo-Books will remain here. If it is that im-im-important to you then they will re-re-remain as a gu-gu-guarantee that you will never again scramble in-in-information. If I decide you are even co-co-considering such a thing then I will scramble them and they will be lost f-f-forever."
"You cannot do that," said Daio.
"Let it go," said Naan. "It's a good idea."
"You are dismissed," I said.
"Let Sosi go back to Naan with a copy of the Books. Naan and I will remain here as hostages to ensure no threats to Mampas will initiate from Naan as long as we live."
I chuckled. "You wo-wo-would give your life for these Bo-Bo-Books?"
Daio looked at Sosi and Su-Thor and then turned back to me. "I don't know what's in these Books but they are at the center of life for too many of my people."
"So maybe you are part of this whole thing. Ma-Ma-Maybe you are a damn s-s-scrambler like your brother."
Daio nodded. "Give me the Books or you risk starting a war you can’t win."
I smiled under the bandages. I looked at the guards. "Le-Le-Leave the room."
They looked at each other and then at me. "Sir?" said one of them.
"Don't worry. No h-h-harm will come to me."
They walked towards the door and left the room. I walked over a dark corner, and then turned to face them.
"It's time," I said in Naanite and started to recite the first passages from the first book. I began unwinding the bandages covering my face. With every turn I removed I recited another passage. My voice became clearer with every layer I removed. I walked forward into the light and showed them my scarred face.
Its power and strength to great distance will span
Information its reach will not veil
From nearby the brothers will come without plan
And their sons will soon follow their trail
Their skills without rival, their throats will be feared
Their culture forgotten and lost
With their Chosen long gone and their writings unclear
The tribes will long suffer harsh costs
Into the desert and bound there as slaves
The sons of those first sons are sent
So for centuries lost chasing profits depraved
They’ll forget their brave founder’s intent
Then from the sands a new prophet will rise
To suffer their freedom’s harsh price
And home they’ll return to the planet once prized
On the wings of a self sacrifice
The author wishes to thank Dr. Barry Lynn for his time and helpful comments while proof-reading the manuscript.
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[1].Water clear and fresh hide under the gases lighter than air hiding in hart of Naan waiting to drown the people plague they are to battle did not know how weight on their life it is need absolution of sins to cure gases.
/> [2]. Will not land will not sleep unless trees receive it like the books dense pages, rejected other not one of brothers.
[3]. Seven world destroyed by man confusion, blinding will be of his own doing, they see nothing but blur image of real all confusion from pride and vanity, no one care of followers future, new would will be lost by confusion, he will see the way for saving world number eight.
[4]. Seven days will rise confuser, see them will small outcast, all rises he will see, remember how arrived from there, they all confused the one the special, the one that sees to depth like father, will those who see him blind to see his glory, sleeping days are sometimes eight.