still under construction. Hasn't been spelled checked yet so be gentle. 
;) The score sheet be coming, I've got a lit paper due on tues and a 
wedding on Sunday. So this will be it for at least a week. My parents 
are away till Nov 3. So I may get some work done...heh
And in other good news from the Bentley House Hold: My dad who has been 
on the 737 in Chicago got a slot on the 767 based in New York. Yays!

    Anyway. This part takes immediatly after the prologue.

            The Beginning
            by. R. Bentley


    "I have detected an energy surge."
    The voice drifted across the room. The only light in the room was 
emitted from window that sat in the front of the room. The window was 
curved and encased at least three quarters of the room. Four stations 
sat in the middle of the room, two facing foward, two face back, all in 
compass directions. High backed cushioned chairs were pulled in close 
to the consoles which were off-line. A circle of monitors and levers 
hung from the ceiling around the stations. Parts of the floor had 
monitors built in, mostly for maping and compass readings. A set of 
doors waited at the far end of the room, a rectangle for a window 
looked in both directions. The space beyond the window was black. The 
cowls were still locked up tight. A few inches from the window a 
three-d image of the outside sat quietly, waiting to be noticed. It 
threw shadows and light over all the moody things on this bridg
e, after all it was the most important thing here, why is no one 
watching me?
    "I have detected an energy surge coming from our destination. Type 
of energy is class 1 matrix, there also appears to be life signs 
emiting from the matrix."
    The darkness stared back at the image.
    "It would appear that our friend has just become the second person 
to send back a Huntsman."
    The darkness quietly meditated. Humming to herself.
    "Are you even listening to me, Captain?"
    The darkness shifted, letting her arms rest, her head go limp and 
her mind go blank. "I am listening to you, Usino, as always."
    "This makes the second one we've seen on our sensors being 
sentenced. I think you should be comended. No one has ever tapped into 
the gates like this."
    The darkness let a smile run across her face. "The knowledge was 
obtained easily. You just have to listen, then understand, then 
translate and finally build. It was something I've known for a long 
time. And your constant question of where I get this knowledge is none 
of your concern, yet."
    "I neither asked, nor wanted to know. I've learned a great deal 
about you and your race."
    The darkness held her tongue and thought this through carefully, 
her eyes opened. Her eyes shined in the darkness, they centered on the 
image on the main window. This computer inteligence was growing faster 
then she had predicted, even though she had created it, it was starting 
to take on her traits and abilities. Like listenings and thinking too 
much. "Don't pat yourself on the back yet." She finally replied. How 
much do you know, she thought.
    "I will once everything is complete Captain."
    The darkness lets out a long sigh, yes everything. The awakening, 
the beginning and the resurrection. Everything was happening as it was 
fortold. She had been the one that had folded Kepler and his group to 
the incident. She had stepped inside and watched as Bentley fired on 
the Huntsman and in turn watched it being sentenced and fold back to 
the home world. Just as the weapon was supposed to do. Just as she had 
predicted to her superiors, many upon many years ago.
    She closed her eyes and let her other senses stretch out. Her 
mind's eye opened, a picture of the bridge formed in her mind, a tad on 
the fuzzy side. She concentrated a little more and the image focused. 
She smiled, she hadn't practiced this in years. The image turned, 
walked through the doors and down the plank of the ship into the night 
air. She took a deep breath, the aroma of her home world greated her 
nose. She looked up at the stars and watched them glimmer in the night.
    "It is nearly time," she breathed. Her mind's sight turned, towards 
the rolling hills to the south. The butting edges of the sky scrapers 
of the city bearly peaked over the trees that surrounded it. Her sight 
moved forward, only a few klicks and then stopped. Something was 
calling to her, something that rang her from her sleep at night. A 
voice from the past, so quiet, so frail, full of power and energy. The 
voice was calling her by name......by _name_. Her body shivered for a 
moment. Something edge up from the darkness of herself, something that 
made her very essance shimmer like ripples across a pond. Something 
started to move across her.
    Outside, down hill, through the trees, down another hill. Across 
the lake, the tall metalic sky scrapers stretched up into the sky. 
Through the streets a voice sung, a quiet, beautifull voice full of 
energy and power sang to the night. Deep under the city, under the 
bunkers, under the hidden labratories, machines worked. Large and small 
machines toiled and welded metal plating to a frame. A very large 
frame. The machines worked on the main floor. Up above them, in an 
enclosed area a holographic entity worked on the blue prints. The 
entity was unisex, its eyes and fingers worked in unision. The frame of 
the star ship had been on the floor a few months. The machines had to 
be recallibrated to fit the new metal onto hands of the mecha that 
welded the parts on in just as planned. While the AI worked on the blue 
print, another monitor behind it glowed. It showed a black/red w
orld with many moons around it. Every so often a scanner would scan it 
way over the planet and report the findings to back to the planet. A 
computer, somewhere in the planet watched and waited. Eyes watched too, 
and listened for that one brief moment when the silence of the darkness 
would errupt in a howl of terror.

    She can see it. She can see it all. Her hands opened wide, her mind 
reeled from so much information. Too fast, too fast she thought. Slow 
down, I can't- It started to blurr, she concentrated more. What is it 
you want me to do? I can't- The more she concentrated the more fuzzy it 
began. The vision quickened up, it sped through events, places, people. 
The sound of thunder goes through her. Her body jerks up as the vision 
slams into something, something in the dark, through the mist. She 
shaked her head. Eyes blinked rapidly as the voice of the thunder spoke 
and the lighting it sight. I don't, she moaned, eyes squeezed shut. The 
voice reached out and touched her own voice, the sight opened, the 
light, the sound, the screams. The vision cleared for one moment! And 
then!
    "I can't understand!" She screamed. Her eyes opened. The vision 
rushed back from the city, up the hill and back up the plank into the 
ship. Her body was covered in sweat, her lung gulped the air. Her hair 
sticked to her scalp, she ran her hand through her thick head of hair. 
She felt the horns that protuded from behind her ears. Two sets on her 
head, one set above her ears and to the back of her head. The other set 
on the bottom and to the back. The top set pointed down while the 
bottom pointed up, both sets touched each other. Another pair of horns 
were on her neck, these were straight horizontal and pointed back. The 
set on her head were the ones she were worried about. They were both 
hot to the touch. She sighed and tried to slow her breathing. She 
opened her eyes and stood. She took a few steps forward to the upper 
right console. She leaned on the console and looked up at the main 
screen, her eyes dark. "What's our ETD?"
    "One week, three days." The AI replied. It waited for a 
explaination for what had happened to her. He as a rule watched her 
when she was on deck. She had created him before she had downloaded him 
into the ship's memory core. At the point he had been able to grow, he 
learned, he watched and listened. And he built. He knew many things 
about her, although he did not know what she looked like before she had 
dumped him into the core. He had been able to access some of the 
planet's files. The planet's AI had recognized him, for some strange 
reason, more like welcome him home. It allowed him to access the many 
data files and such. He had learned much, very much. The planet's AI 
knew about her, only from it's own recon attempts to the hill top. The 
species on this planet were quiet interestin indeed. They seemed to 
watch the ship all the time, as if waiting for her to come out. 
But why did they not venture in? He guaged at her energy levels during 
that one minute of conversation between her and someone else. Her 
energy readings peaked off the scale. And something within the planet 
peaked too, the singing. Something he found most amusing and most 
interesting at the same time. He had a week and three days to continue 
to monitor and record. He watched her concentrate, getting herself out 
of her hieghtened state of awareness. "Your training for this evening 
has concluded Captain. Next Session is in sixty hours." He hesitated. 
"Are you all right?"
    Captain nodded. She picked up her jumpsuit and headed towards the 
door. "I'm fine I just need some air." She was halfway out the door 
when she turned and looked over her shoulder. "Are they out tonight 
Usino?"
    He waited for a moment. He checked again, he already knew the 
answer. "No Captain, unusually quiet night. If you are going out, you 
may want your helmet."
    She turned and nodded. A slight smile formed on her face, covered 
in darkness. Inwardly she sighed. Thank you, she thought. "Good night 
Usino and thank you."
    "Always," he replied and watched her exit the bridge. He waited for 
the doors to close, the bridge lights lighted up to one half and the 
sensors warmed up. He sent the signal and waited for a reply. He 
waited. And waited. Nothing? He sent the signal again and waited. Still 
nothing. He activated the external motion tracker, heat and mics. He 
looked and listened. His remark about a unusually quiet night seemed to 
be a the mark. Even the little noise makers in the grass were quiet 
tonight.
	His motion tracker beeped once. The external cameras instantly 
brought up that location. It was in the weeds, something moving around. 
The sound of soft breathing registered on the interal speaker. The 
cameras zoomed back and caught the object. A feline. A very small 
bright white baby feline. The feline bounced around in the grass and 
bounced over to the lone tree on the hill top. It hesitated, it slowed 
down and looked straight into the lense. It's eyes looked straight into 
the lense, a small audible growl echoed on the toom like bridge. The 
feline continued it trek over to the tree and settled against a darker 
object. The object scratched the feline behind the ears and it purred. 
The object picked up the feline and held it close. Uniso brought the 
camera back to normal and eyed the picture.
    Captain cuddled with the small baby feline under the tree, facing 
north east. Away from the city, watching the sea of water instead. She 
fell asleep watching the stars and sea, dreams floated up to the 
surface as she closed her eyes. The feline purred deeply and slowly 
fell asleep too.
    Usino made a note. A small note. He placed in the back of his 
memory, for further study and shut down the bridge operating systems. 
He slipped back into the core and check the main systems once more and 
uploaded the security system to active and shut himself down.
  
    Under the city the machines had already finished off the core of 
the ship. Bright lights from above shine down on the frame, the mecha 
armor and weapons shine. The soft rumble echos off the floor while the 
giant mecha work night and day. The morning shift started on what the 
night shift could not finish, the night shift mecha walked back to the 
their holding jacks and powered down, the plans for tomarrow slowly 
down loaded into their memory. The core of the ship had been made even 
before the AI could remember. The core's hull, deck plates, ceiling, 
walls were all made out of a material suited for the core. A material 
found on no other world. A material for the night.
	Something pulsed behind the material. It looked out at the 
machines while they worked, it could see what was happening, it knew it 
was due to happen soon. It settled back into it's bed and slowly fell 
asleep. It's mind is in a deep sleep when huge metal fingers slowly 
placed the core into the middle of this giant star ship. It's mind 
dreamed when the decks, pressure doors and walls are placed neatly into 
place. It's mind is hooked up to an on board computer, it monitored 
it's life signs as it slept. It can hear the singing, it's monitors 
showed the power levels as they peaked and fluxed. The singing was 
something it was not concered with, it's main concern was the building 
of the star ship for the sacred warriors return. It ignored the call 
from it's brother AI outside, it did not have time to converse. It's 
brother would understand. For right now it had a mission. It's mission 
conisisited of one thing:
    Delay the awakening of the Tendor Home World
    No matter the cost.
 


    *   *   *


    "Testing, one two three, testing one two three."
    The hand held tape recorder was stopped and rewound. The six word 
sentence sped into reverse, the words blurred into a high speed scream 
of sorts and halted. The play button was pressed and the volume turned 
up. The circular speaker on that was built into half of the recorder 
sparked to life. The words came out once more, the volume was lowered. 
The owner breathed in the warn night air, he looked up at the stars 
while his own words drifted out into the night. He looked down at the 
recorder and found a place underneath one of the elm trees that lived 
in his front yard. The light at the end of the driveway shined brightly 
at the end of the cul de sac. The other three houses that lived at the 
bottom of the circle blazed with life and light while Bentley leaned 
against the tree and pressed the record button. The little red button 
burst to life and the tiny wheels started to move.
    "Date of entry: August 8th, nineteen, nighty-one. Location: Warwick 
Rhode Island, Bentley Residence. About eight fifty or so pm Eastern 
Standard Time. Recorder is R. Bentley, Codenamed: Tripwire. This is a 
follow up to my last entry. Date a week ago. August 1st. Things have 
gotten back to normal here. There has not been a singal sign of a 
retalliation from last week's Huntsman Sentencing. If Burke were here 
and stayed true to form, we would have felt it by now. Please see the 
beginning of these recordings to cross referance retalliation with 
mis-fold attempt slash booby trap by Burke for formentioned Phantom 
Riders. Date: August 1st nineteen-ninety." He stopped and rewound it 
and listened to it. He nodded and pressed record once more.
    "It was and still my belief that Burke is still here, hiding 
somewhere. It's a gut feeling, he is watching somewhere, not doing a 
thing either. That's what's scaring me. What's scaring me more is the 
fact that we may be called on sooner then I expected. I didn't expect 
this to come this soon, we need more time to prepare. The set up with 
the Huntsman a week ago was a fluke. It could've taken us all out with 
nothing to spare. It didn't though, it came straight to me and was 
sentenced. It doesn't make sense."


(yep that's as far as I got. Sowwies about that. Anyway, questions, 
flames, comments, they are all welcome!)

send to Bentley4@ix.netcom.com


Quicky Score Card (eek 10 minutes till ER and Murder 1)

Good Guys:

    Bentley and Rider (ie kids from the Mr. Taco attack)
    Kepler and his team.
    Tanya and Kara
    Captain and Usino (?)

Bad Guys:

    Burke (evil meanie with plans to take over the universe)
    His bimbos ie the five Tendor Huntsman half breeds who helped him 
are locked up at the moment. Name and location to soon follow. 5 women 
basically.
    Tendor Huntsman is about a 7ft walking silohet (sp..dohs). Imagine 
the invulnerablity of the Terminator as well as it's tactical 
knowledge. Quickness of the Alien, huntining abilities of the Predator. 
The claws and weapons of the thing from Split Second. It can procreate, 
no eggs sowwies. ;). Male and Female, as Kepler said there are 
different versions. Some more worse then others. Their homeworld is 
what is causing all the trouble. Once it awakens, the Tendors wake up 
and poof the universe be theirs. That's where the Riders come in.

    Planets:
            Earth (seen it)
            Seco   (soon to follow)
            Tendor Prime (really soon to follow)
            Gamma Ten (Where mon Captain is)
            Haydon IV (The idiot who created all this mess....opps 
spoiler)



More to Come..

Bents...

Wants Spammed or Alive...

Hehs.