Tangor's Quest! [Adventure #1]
Tonos, was quite a long distance from Poloda, and in the early l940s, Tangor, was granted permission to go on a mission there, granted by Eljanhai, the Great I, of the planet. He left behind memories of Yamoda, and the empire of Kapara, and also of Morga Sagra, along with his friend Don. In the interim, he had worked on what was called the ‘Amplifier,’ and was said to have perfected it, and now his flight was in motion. This was of course, 64-years after his lift off from Poloda. Yes, sixty-four long years. The Editor left for us his note saying: “I wonder if Tangor ever reached that little planet....”
A good question indeed was: “I wonder if (he) ever reached that little planet,” but it couldn’t be answered until recently, I mean, until a few days ago. He is now an old man of course: old and tired, worn out you could say. The Editor now long dead, of course could not update the folks of the 1940s, of which Tangor was said to have been killed in WWII, he was a flyer. But he wasn’t, not at least in the sense we would acknowledge death to be. The day I received his message from the Earth Space Station, was on November 13, 2005, and it is today, the 15th, it has taken a few days to get this story straight. He has come back from the Farthest Star, was the first words given by the commandant of the Space Station, before I could interview him. He said (Tangor): the night he left, he kissed Yamoda for the first time, then left in the morning. He never saw her again. His ship was outfitted for a long, very long voyage, and he left the following morning, as I have already said, given permission by the Commissioner of War at the time. Thus, there was two wars going on, one on Poloda, and one on Earth.
Handon Gar went along on the voyage with Tangor, but had died several days into the flight of poisonous inhalation—the result of some toxic gas that seeped out of the storage room, and into and throughout the ventilation system of the aircraft. It was a miracle Tangor was not killed. Somehow, by some mysterious form of life, perhaps a spiritual force, he was awaken in time, and quickly he locked up the chamber air tight, and repaired the leak.
The amplifier worked well for a few days, then it lost its energy, perhaps by the lack of the sun; whatever it was, I gathered from our conversation, it was transforming the sun’s energy source, into the energy the craft needed for all its operations; condensing its fuel supply, as well as remaking oxygen, and fuel for he ship to operate. And as time went on, it seemed to have a mind of its own, especially within the ship, as it was pulled into the orbit of a huge object: Tangor explained to me, the object (its name unknown at the time) was larger than a comet, and perhaps a planetoid. Hence, his ship fell into the tight orbit of the planetoid circling two suns, and to boot, going through an asteroid belt, and crisscrossing two solar systems. Again I repeat, the ship seemed to gain energy closer to the sun, like a comet would, and the farther away it went, it lost its drive, its magnetic pull; thus, it could never pull itself out of the circulating motion of the planet and its moon. He had picked up a transmission from both the planets, or better put, the planet and its moon, and found out the name of the two masses: the planet being, Moiromma, and its moon, Ice-cap. Two frozen, or almost frozen, masses in outer space.
He had found out also, Earth was beyond these two planets, and beyond the asteroid belt, and tried aimlessly to pull his spacecraft out of the magnetic hold the planet had on it, but could never to it. That is, not for sixty-odd years anyhow.
The Worm in the Sky
And so it was, the spacecraft, lingered in the sky for sixty years, as the inhabitants of both planets cast their eyes upon it, year after year. It was caught between both huge bodies in space. The magnetic force of Moiromma had less pull than Ice-cap, and thus, Tangor’s ship was pulled closer to that frozen body. Sometimes it seemed it was going to rip the small spacecraft apart. For all these years, it was a tug-of-war, so Tangor told me several times as we talked. He was most surprised the clarity in our conversation, and remarked on how beautiful it was to see earth again. He had learned the barbaric customs of both Moiromma and Ice-cap, and explained them fully to me; and thus, appreciated Earth, after having known these two planets by proxy.
He explained his escape, saying: when the forces between both planets were at its weakest, which was when they were at their farthest distance from one another, (which took place several months ago), the ship having been filled by the sun with energy through its amplifier, a comet came by, and he (he being: Tangor) took advantage of the moment by aiming his ship at the comet, which blocked the pull of Moiromma, on his ship (and the sun’s lightly pull, also), and the thrust was so great of the comet, and with full speed from the spacecraft, it pulled Tangor’s craft right out of its orbit around Ice-cap: the spacecraft nearly crashed into the comet, but it was too fast, and left Tangor bouncing about in the Asteroid Belt. Thus, avoiding a collision, He navigated out of this belt, and on towards Pluto, and then past Neptune, and onto earth. Ah! But the craft did not land there, as you and I of course know now, it landed at the United States Space Station, where Tangor is being treated this very moment for medical causes. This was what happened, although I am leaving much of the story out (for another time), and only telling you the basic details. He said he’d contact me in the near future to tell me, so I can tell you of some of his other exploits during his time in, what he calls, captivity.
11/13/2005 Written while in Lima, Peru
A good question indeed was: “I wonder if (he) ever reached that little planet,” but it couldn’t be answered until recently, I mean, until a few days ago. He is now an old man of course: old and tired, worn out you could say. The Editor now long dead, of course could not update the folks of the 1940s, of which Tangor was said to have been killed in WWII, he was a flyer. But he wasn’t, not at least in the sense we would acknowledge death to be. The day I received his message from the Earth Space Station, was on November 13, 2005, and it is today, the 15th, it has taken a few days to get this story straight. He has come back from the Farthest Star, was the first words given by the commandant of the Space Station, before I could interview him. He said (Tangor): the night he left, he kissed Yamoda for the first time, then left in the morning. He never saw her again. His ship was outfitted for a long, very long voyage, and he left the following morning, as I have already said, given permission by the Commissioner of War at the time. Thus, there was two wars going on, one on Poloda, and one on Earth.
Handon Gar went along on the voyage with Tangor, but had died several days into the flight of poisonous inhalation—the result of some toxic gas that seeped out of the storage room, and into and throughout the ventilation system of the aircraft. It was a miracle Tangor was not killed. Somehow, by some mysterious form of life, perhaps a spiritual force, he was awaken in time, and quickly he locked up the chamber air tight, and repaired the leak.
The amplifier worked well for a few days, then it lost its energy, perhaps by the lack of the sun; whatever it was, I gathered from our conversation, it was transforming the sun’s energy source, into the energy the craft needed for all its operations; condensing its fuel supply, as well as remaking oxygen, and fuel for he ship to operate. And as time went on, it seemed to have a mind of its own, especially within the ship, as it was pulled into the orbit of a huge object: Tangor explained to me, the object (its name unknown at the time) was larger than a comet, and perhaps a planetoid. Hence, his ship fell into the tight orbit of the planetoid circling two suns, and to boot, going through an asteroid belt, and crisscrossing two solar systems. Again I repeat, the ship seemed to gain energy closer to the sun, like a comet would, and the farther away it went, it lost its drive, its magnetic pull; thus, it could never pull itself out of the circulating motion of the planet and its moon. He had picked up a transmission from both the planets, or better put, the planet and its moon, and found out the name of the two masses: the planet being, Moiromma, and its moon, Ice-cap. Two frozen, or almost frozen, masses in outer space.
He had found out also, Earth was beyond these two planets, and beyond the asteroid belt, and tried aimlessly to pull his spacecraft out of the magnetic hold the planet had on it, but could never to it. That is, not for sixty-odd years anyhow.
The Worm in the Sky
And so it was, the spacecraft, lingered in the sky for sixty years, as the inhabitants of both planets cast their eyes upon it, year after year. It was caught between both huge bodies in space. The magnetic force of Moiromma had less pull than Ice-cap, and thus, Tangor’s ship was pulled closer to that frozen body. Sometimes it seemed it was going to rip the small spacecraft apart. For all these years, it was a tug-of-war, so Tangor told me several times as we talked. He was most surprised the clarity in our conversation, and remarked on how beautiful it was to see earth again. He had learned the barbaric customs of both Moiromma and Ice-cap, and explained them fully to me; and thus, appreciated Earth, after having known these two planets by proxy.
He explained his escape, saying: when the forces between both planets were at its weakest, which was when they were at their farthest distance from one another, (which took place several months ago), the ship having been filled by the sun with energy through its amplifier, a comet came by, and he (he being: Tangor) took advantage of the moment by aiming his ship at the comet, which blocked the pull of Moiromma, on his ship (and the sun’s lightly pull, also), and the thrust was so great of the comet, and with full speed from the spacecraft, it pulled Tangor’s craft right out of its orbit around Ice-cap: the spacecraft nearly crashed into the comet, but it was too fast, and left Tangor bouncing about in the Asteroid Belt. Thus, avoiding a collision, He navigated out of this belt, and on towards Pluto, and then past Neptune, and onto earth. Ah! But the craft did not land there, as you and I of course know now, it landed at the United States Space Station, where Tangor is being treated this very moment for medical causes. This was what happened, although I am leaving much of the story out (for another time), and only telling you the basic details. He said he’d contact me in the near future to tell me, so I can tell you of some of his other exploits during his time in, what he calls, captivity.
11/13/2005 Written while in Lima, Peru
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