Training Kaellah

By John Robert Shagena

With my privacy honored, for the most part, I was able to get up from my night
cover and stand full in the glorious sunlight. I raised my arms and stretched then
I again caught myself as I noticed a nearly painful wave of mental self controlling
effort, not entirely successful, from the surrounding cohort.-------- Kaellah is
learning the ins and outs of social interaction with outworld barbarians and the
usual dangers of running through alien landscapes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493171316

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Copyright © 2014 by John Robert Shagena.

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CONTENTS

Chapter:   One Bugaliens

Chapter Two:   The Iegahrel War

Chapter Three:   Foundling

Chapter Four:   Princess

CHAPTER ONE

Bugaliens

I, Laelan, had been walking for hours since stepping through the portal located downslope on the ridge above the river. Every time I set out on a new scouting assignment I was of mixed sentiment. I have always enjoyed exploring new scenes and discovering new facets of the complex Starhomah ecos of social and living systems. On the other hand, I always dislike leaving my beautiful femmah Isinduh at her mansah without my help in her management of family affairs.

OK, I just hate leaving her presence, period. She has little difficulty handling the business of living and the care of home and the two of our minor children who still live at the mansah. In the ninety-five years of our companionship we have raised seventeen children to adulthood and seen them on to their own independent lives, in three separate batches, not counting our latest two. There is simply nothing in life that brings me greater comfort, satisfaction, and joy than the simple act of sitting together with Isinduh while enjoying a cup of tea overlooking the incoming waves on the beach below or completing some simple task together in our home.

Before leaving Isinduh’s mansah she stood before me and reviewed my kit of equipment and supplies to verify that I had taken proper care in preparing for this run, and I had kissed her and little Clarissah, our youngest daughter. Temallin was left in charge of our combined pack of Shaekuonen and sixdogs. He was twelve and very proud to be depended on for his mother’s security.

I was progressing upward on a slow rising temperate grassland, moving upwind through cascading waves of billowing grain-ripened shoots reaching waist high. My upward hike was made somewhat less arduous by following wandering game trails which however never seemed to keep a straight course toward my immediate goal, an out-standing growth of sky touching massive spreading oaks detached from the distant dark forested upper slopes.

Back, over my shoulder and suspended in the late midday sky was the ethereal drama of the vast orb of Starhomah, impossibly suspended above this lesser world, Aegethia. This, the sixth outer world of my homeworld, was long ago settled by early generations of two Shaerah tregenten. The Boumah and Arbrah settled on this small orb among its’ two native populations which had prospered and developed multiple cultures and lifeways over their ten thousands of years of residence.

Scattered worldwide, the six gennen had each settled in regions climatically suited to their unique gennah physiologies, and each, in the beginning, isolated somewhat from the previously arriving natives. I was in sight of one of the most ancient plantings of the gennah, individuals of which I had many personal attachments to.

Up ahead were the first long-sleep survivors of the original generation of Oakinnah to build their great wooden walled and beamed halls in this mountainous temperate region central in the northern continent.

Oakinah adult males are extraordinary physical beings based on the same original genetic base of their more visually normal-human looking Shaerah cousins. They all grow eighty-four to ninety-four inches tall and when not grazing on the sunlight of any warm bright interlude from their duties, they are colored like the gray-brown bark of a liveoak seedling. However, when sitting on a sun facing slope, head in hand, contemplating eternal verities or sprawled on a warm sunny bank resting from some Herculean effort; their skin will slowly take on a deep green tone as their shallow skin network of photosynthetic capsule bearing plasma coursing veins, harvest the energy in the light. Given a long enough break, their green tinted translucent blond scalp of keratinous basic hair will be supplemented by long deep green grass-like vascular growth that in just a few days can grow down to the ground.

All the Oakinnah ommen are heavy boned, deep chested, wide shouldered and massively muscled giants whose bodyweight can exceed mine by up to three times my feeble two hundred pounds.

Oakinnah femmen on the other hand are much less exaggeratedly oversized, growing to from seventy inches up to eighty-four inches tall and showing a much more feminine, not overly heavy boned, lithe and athletically curved form.

As with all Shaerah, the Oakinnah can live to a very healthy and youthful nearly one thousand years before the final five year period of senescence which ends in death from organic breakdown in other gennen; in the six photosynthetic gennen ends in an entirely unique manner. Among the six breeds who settled on Aegethia, as in all other lands their gennen brothers inhabit, there is a new phase of life which follows on the onset of the final period of life as a mobile human form. The eldest Oakinnah search out a perfect landscape, an open sundrenched field or a ridge overlooking a beautiful waterfall or any suitable spot, and they stand facing the sun and physically literally take root in the soil. As their eternal soul takes leave of their conscious mind to go on to their new spiritual life in the higher realms, their body transitions to a vegetative form resembling the kind of trees for which the gennah is named. The same happens with the eldest of the five related gennen.

This new form retains a form of mental function but loses the personality of the original individual. The new identity retains memories and a capacity to communicate telepathically in the previous Shaerah manner. The new forms become with time massively trunked and branched live-oak like trees reaching much greater height and spread than any natural sprouted oaks ever have and the groves thus formed become nearly sacred gathering places and memorial centers for many Oakinnah societal functions.

Another and more important function of the groves is as a bank in which the memories of the gennah are preserved and available to all succeeding generations. Also they serve a communication function on every world which the Shaerah of every gennah can use as a form of worldwide connection.

One more function is bred into the sleeping survivors of the forerunner generations. In times of great racial emergency, if the still living Oakinnah are decimated in war or natural catastrophe, the groves can actually produce new cloned physically mature individuals recapitulating the long departed seed body of each tree, with minds replete with a full suite of racial memory, but entirely unique new individuality.

In the deep foundation of Shaerah society there is a series of foundational institutions upon which our whole civilization has been grown and is maintained free and fully sovereign. By far the primary of these is the Logah, a multi-dimensional living intelligence not so much founded by but in its’ deepest core pre-existing to Shaerah origins. Consisting in its’ contactable phases a complete record of every positive concept and every good memory of every living and once living Shaerah individual, it includes active effectual directable levels of physical acting functions. Merely material electronic computerized webs of activatable mechanical systems are fully subsidiary to and entirely vulnerable to the over-control of the Shaerah Logah.

There are nine associations of living Shaerah active workers that maintain and effectuate the foundational societal institutions that all Shaerah depend on in their daily lives. As basic components of the substructure of our civilization these groupings are voluntary associations of dedicated professionals in the original sense of the word, that is, individuals like myself profess to carry on the necessary work as a trust for the whole Shaerah society.

The Logahunnen had contacted me to go to the outworld settlements on Aegethia to get a first-hand personnal report on an unsettling and growing phenomenon that had been noticed in the telepathic consciousness of the collective moon-wide groves of the Shaerah sleeping-survivors.

Finally entering beneath the outspread branches of the first of the hundred great oaks planted here by the very first fifty companionships of original settlement on Aegethia, I was still a full forty to fifty paces from the great trunk of the immense growth. Beneath this one’s shade there were pavements and carved stone monuments and statues of Oakinnah ancestors and historical events. Columned arbors supported shade adapted vines, and lawns and gardens gave a park-like or temple-like aura to different views.

The shadowed cathedral extended deep through immense living towers as I sought the source of the emanations of thought that indicated she whom I had come to meet.

Portalwardah Laelan, I am pleased to meet you, your stories of adventures in service to the Shaerah have been whispered among the groves and enjoyed by the ears of our children in the halls. The femmah Gennarkah of the Aegethia Oakinnah was one of the lineal female descendants of the first Oakinnah femmah from whom all Oakinnah in all worlds and lands are descended. She is the lineage head of all such and thus a member of the fellowship of heads of family that oversees intragennah association and charity and has collective permission to represent the local lineage society in greater Shaerah affecting matters of any kind.

"We have been detecting focused communications from outworld entities to newly incoming alien settlers of strange and unfriendly demeanor who have been entering by ship and unguarded portollen, two or more of them, on the southern lands among the old Terran races and on the far side of this northern continent among the Silith races. These are telepathic and of strange and disturbing content and power. It is outside of our past experience and does not leave us unworried about future developments.

I reached out and received the femmah’s hand and kissed her palm in greeting, an olden and honorable custom when encountering a femmah representing any level of lineage leadership, especially a genarkah. Femmah Taetheeuh Deepeeshaedah Swarboumah, I will do all I can do to learn the nature of this possible threat to the peace of the Aegethia lands and our Shaerah family.

Now you must first come home to my great hall and charm my daughters with tales of your family, your travels among the worlds, and your homeland of Shaegennah. She turned and led me on a long hike further upward and in to the naturally forested canyon in which the scattered mansen of the Oakinnah descendants of the first settlers were built.

Coming around a thrice my height boulder on the trail we were following I finally sighted the Gennarkah’s mansah, a log sided great hall in the local style roofed with black slate. The hall was about eighty paces long, around twenty paces wide in the front with connected sideways extended additions near the rear and the roof was high peaked to cover a third floor attic.

A hall width covered front porch built up from the ground gave residents a comfortable outdoor gathering spot and there were some additional porched entrances built in different locations about the mansah.

Waiting for their mother on the wide front porch were two young femmen, reclining on leather webbed lounges carrying on a conversation and drinking juice. As their mother and I approached they came down the steps to meet us. Is this the portollunah? asked the younger, who stood just a couple inches taller than me. Her waist length straight translucent green hair was suffused with deep green glossy point two inch wide strands falling nearly the same length. Her skin held a deep green undertone, she had been sunbathing in the heat of the sun recently. She raised her hand in greeting and I said, I’m Laelan Songgiftah Hardraiderah, I’ve come here in the service of the Portollunen to the Oakinnah to discover the nature of the problem with the alien incomers. What is your name?, as I gave her hand a kiss.

She’s the brat spoke her older sister, more mature but actually shorter than me. Her skin was only slightly greened and her head was crowned only by shoulder length green-blond hair. Her eyes were very light brown, big and round and smiling along with her full lips; she was a very pretty femmah.

Her name is Sueaellee and I am Kaellah, the responsible one in this family.

The Gennarkah Taetheeuh tried to frown but a slight grin spoiled the affect. These are my daughters, completely spoiled by their father who is a push-over in the face of their misbehavior. However this one will soon be grown and there will be no one to keep a watch on her unmannered boisterousness.

I think that there will be no shortage of applicants for the duty, an oblique means of recognizing the beauty of this young one without indicating any untoward interest. These lovely young femmen are certainly their mother’s daughters. I sometimes think I verge on flirtatious behavior when confronted by Shaerah femmah beauty but similar manners of speech are widely accepted in our society, the honor of