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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
The Sentinel and the new Hatchling were already battling the shrieking air<br />
currents, trying to climb higher to get over the storm. The Dwarf stood clear of the<br />
Giant and vast waves lashed across the plain below, now all was ocean. The planet<br />
rocked and its core tides surged, cracking open the thin outer crust and pouring white<br />
hot magma to boil the ocean.<br />
The <strong>Flock</strong> was bathed in a ghastly brilliance. They were suspended in it, their<br />
wings battling the turbulence. All concept of movement and relative speed had<br />
ceased. They could have been hovering almost motionless. The horizon between sky<br />
and ocean had ceased to be.<br />
The Sentinel knew that his companion was weakening. The Hatch had been<br />
too late and the limited feeding coupled with the energy sapping chill of the<br />
atmosphere, was having the inevitable effect. The <strong>Flock</strong> knew and poured out<br />
encouragement upon the stragglers. The Hatchling began to lose height, descending in<br />
a shallow glide towards the turbulent ocean. The Sentinel projected an urgent<br />
warning, willing his companion to battle upward again.<br />
Slowly, the <strong>Flock</strong> crossed the face of the planet, away from the direct glare of<br />
the white dwarf. Within them the dwarf's intense radiation cut like laser surgery into<br />
their reproductive organs. Genetic patterns for the next generation were established.<br />
Slowly, the orbital forces changed and the red giant began to impose its bulk<br />
between its planet and its companion star, but it took a long time to subdue the forces<br />
that had been unleashed. The <strong>Flock</strong> suffered casualties. Some of those who hatched<br />
late, faltered and eventually dropped exhausted into the black waters of the ocean.<br />
Others drifted too close and a long thin tentacle whipped up accurately and drew them<br />
down. The <strong>Flock</strong> met the enemy once more, through their drowning eyes. The<br />
casualties grew and the Sentinel's companion was one of them.<br />
Those who survived, battled the screaming turbulence of the storm. The heat<br />
was sapped from their bodies in the ice and methane blizzard and more fell into the<br />
seething waters. The <strong>Flock</strong>-mind supported them all, encouraging, warning, urging -<br />
they had to survive - they had to regenerate - the storm would pass - the land would<br />
reappear - the waters would become quiet. They had to struggle a little longer; fight<br />
the cold; cheat the Krain. Live!<br />
The great cycle turned and the red giant gradually took control once again. A<br />
quarter of the lifespan of the avians passed and slowly the Dwarf continued outward<br />
and away from its companion star. A redness tinged the pearl white opaqueness of the<br />
sky - like a dawn.<br />
Still, their great wings held them aloft. Their strength ebbed, their flesh was<br />
almost gone and they had the appearance of great skeletal birds of prey. The reservoirs<br />
of fat stored for the time of starvation, were spent - and they truly did starve.<br />
The waters receded gradually from the scoured land and the planet drew<br />
nearer to its red parent. Warmth stirred the skin and bone of the avians. The wind<br />
grew gentle and the air heated. Bursting with a fecund urge, tenacious seeds of<br />
Schwarm and Myrc began the renewal, almost visibly growing in the steamy marsh of<br />
sodden land. Still, the discipline of the <strong>Flock</strong> held. They starved but none could<br />
browse on the erupting shoots of succulence, for if they landed, they would never<br />
again win free of the sucking mud.<br />
The <strong>Flock</strong>-mind was a scream of hunger, weakness, dying, failing. Caution!<br />
Caution! Wait! A little longer - Some fell now but not into the ocean. They struggled<br />
fitfully with their last strength in the red morass. Gradually but certainly, the wind<br />
dried out the land and the red sun pumped out heat. At last came the moment! Eat -<br />
Nourish! Live! Live!<br />
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