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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
The brazier flared up and the scene changed and so did Kane's perception. He<br />
was attuned to something which was beyond his capability to grasp. It was like a<br />
pulse which surged with the renewal of knowledge and ebbed out to the furthest point<br />
where it became the possession of - something.<br />
He saw all that was around him from a high place. He looked up and became<br />
aware of the great red giant star hovered protectively above its magenta planet. The<br />
planet trembled as gravitational tides surged in its core. A gentle wind fanned swaying<br />
tresses of Schwarm, cracking seed pods and cascading the next cycle's harvest to the<br />
super-heated soil. In clusters across the vast plain, silicate skeletons of dead Myrc<br />
forests shattered themselves against each other, in a sparkling shimmer of refracted<br />
light. He was almost motionless in the buoyant thermals of the superheated<br />
atmosphere - then he knew what he was!<br />
A Sentinel floating watchfully!<br />
A dust eddy skirled lazily far below, stirring the Schwarm bed close to an eggwomb.<br />
The Sentinel dipped in flight and descended protectively, but the disturbance<br />
passed. Far across the plain, other Sentinels kept the same vigil. The egg-womb lay<br />
apparently dormant, grey pink in the skeletal remains of its ancestor, but within,<br />
cramped and quiescent, the Hatchling waited to emerge. His eyes were now open, the<br />
curved inner surface of the shell glowed pearly pink. The Sentinel gently probed into<br />
the Hatchling's mind, as he had done so often during the patient wait - warmth,<br />
encouragement, comfort - all flowed from the collective mind of the <strong>Flock</strong>, into and<br />
through the Sentinel. They called to the new life, awakening the instinctive desire to<br />
emerge.<br />
The Hatchling pierced the membrane of the air sac and drew his first breath,<br />
and then in a reflex action, stabbed the smooth inner surface of the shell, and then<br />
again and again, as the tough silicate structure resisted his efforts and his only breath<br />
grew stale. In a final blind despairing thrust, he broke through and sagged exhausted<br />
against the small opening he had created.<br />
The watching Sentinel hovered easily, a minimum of effort holding his great<br />
body high in the atmosphere. From this elevation, he saw the alien creatures<br />
approaching through the Myrc forests. This was a regular pattern which had been<br />
repeated over and over during the long day of Hatching. They would approach and<br />
then after a period of inactivity close to the egg-womb, they would return back the<br />
way they had come. He watched their clumsy movements, and the <strong>Flock</strong> watched<br />
through him, probing tentatively into their minds. As always, they met thick darkness<br />
and incomprehensible thought patterns - there was no contact, mind with mind.<br />
These aliens had come at the beginning of the Hatching cyclic period, when<br />
the great red star had reasserted its dominance over its planet and it was time for the<br />
emergence of new life. The <strong>Flock</strong> had learned little from the contact, except for the<br />
presence of an utter mind barrier. These creatures preferred to crawl in the dust of the<br />
plain, even though their coming had seared the atmosphere and shattered thousands of<br />
crystalline Myrc trees.<br />
Their structure was a further oddity. It was outside of the combined knowledge<br />
of the <strong>Flock</strong>. They were wingless, unless you could call wings, the puny appendages<br />
sprouting from the grotesque area of their upper torso - and yet, they were biped,<br />
which made them different again from the Krain. On the whole, the newcomers had<br />
proved themselves to be harmless and early clumsy efforts to capture members of the<br />
<strong>Flock</strong>, had been easily evaded and contemptuously ignored.<br />
The Sentinel wheeled lower and idly circled the slowly moving creatures - the<br />
<strong>Flock</strong> urged caution. There were two of them, stumbling unsteadily over the uneven<br />
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