LOG ENTRY: 11-22-9206
King Dan Ger, Pilot of: SSS-7574-1
(Memoir Addition # 97)
Of all the places I have been, and of all the beings I have met, nothing, nor did anyone ever intrigue me more than my great friend Toshonakra. He was a Tachychronian. The human race has never met more than a handful of them but each was a memorable entity.
Tachychronians were 4 meter, 20 tentacle, and very much cephalopod-like beings. They walked upright on all tentacles and used sonar producing organs to speak with, instead of mouths. Their skin was a soft grey with bright blue and red mosaic patches. They traveled by producing wormholes at will.
My last meeting with Toshonakra went something like this:
I’d just returned from Metal Sky after a long day of overseeing the outfitting of SSS-7574-1, my sensor survey sampling ship. After I’d parked the glider in the garage I went to the picnic table at the edge of the valley. Gina was out picking berries and fruits for the nights’ dinner. I had a six-pack of hot beer and had just sat down and opened one when a telltale crackle occurred to my left. A wormhole was forming. As it evaporated I was elated to see Tosho ambling towards me on all 20 limbs. I rose from the table and turned to him with the customary greeting; arms wide and low, palms outward and relaxed.
“King!” his midrange voice was as usual, full of eager vigor.
“Tosho!” I reaffirmed with a slight bow. “What brings you to Earth?”
“I have many journeys to make and this stop is my last before I embark upon greater endeavors.”
‘Tachs’ usually explained much with few words. Tosho was no exception in that regard. I took the hint that this was the last time I would see him for a long time, if not forever.
I offered him a seat at the bench and he obliged graciously. After a short bit of conversation he told me he had a gift to leave me with. Intrigued I waited in patience as he formed a small wormhole right there on the table. When it dissolved I found myself looking at a strange and curious construction. It looked like a metal and glass barrel turned on its side with an upright door against one side, a baseball sized hole on one end, and a manual hand-crank on the other end.
Tosho brought a single tentacle with one of his two mouths on it up to his head/tentacle juncture before he said, “I have a notion to enjoy a few of those ‘beers’ with you.” Another tentacle pointed at the beer I had in hand.
“Be my guest.” I said, indicating the five left in the crate.
Tosho took two, which made me frown a bit. He then opened the little door on the side of his gift and placed them inside. I was a bit put off but made the effort to entertain whatever the outcome would be of the situation. I knew his metabolism was robust, and that at three times my own weight, he could drink platoons of humans under any table.
Shortly he began to turn the crank. One after the other the two bottles melted back into the workings of the device. Light blue flashes softly emanated from the thing and one of the bottles neck poked out of the open end. Tosho snatched it up and passed it to me. It was ‘cold’. He took the other and opened it as I opened mine.
“Cheers, great human friend!” He hefted the bottle and we tapped spouts. I drew my bottle to my lips as he drew his to the tentacle/mouth at his juncture. He imbibed a third of the contents quickly and let out an exasperated ‘AHHHH!!!”
“Those little flowers and that grain make this truly a beverage of kings!”
“Right you are my friend.” I added.
“I must take this taste with me on my journeys!”
I was about to offer another when he suddenly formed another wormhole on the table and another four six-packs materialized. He sat about running a few more thru the strange machine just as Gina walked up out of the valley.
“Tosho!” She bowed and pleasantly smiled. The two baskets she carried occupied her hands.
“Gina!” He raised a beer in her direction.
She shot me a half-sideways look and declined Toshos’ offer with another nod. “Dinner’s almost ready. Will you be staying long?”
“Sadly, no, there are many places I must go.”
“It’s beef and salad night.” She tried to get him to reconsider.
I knew he really did have ‘places to go’.
As Gina headed for the lift and went inside Tosho and I got to work on a good buzz. He broke down the chemical reactions that the brew instigated in his mind and body and compared them to what was going on in my own. He never slowed down though. I slowed down after number seven.
Both our spirits were high when Tosho suddenly went just a little bit somber.
“The Sildaze will arrive soon.”
“The Sildaze?” I enquired.
“They can give you wormhole technology.”
I was caught off guard. I knew the Tachychronians had tried to give us their method of wormhole generation many times. The problem was that we had none of the mitochondrial structures that they have. Theirs could produce the energies needed to fold the time/space continuum. It was that, and their ability to think in terms of parallel calculations with their twenty brains; each located at the base of a tentacle. They had tried hard, yet failed. Their failure seemed to foster a mutual compassion between our two races.
“When they arrive,” I began, “they will be welcome.”
Tosho had no physical mechanisms with which to ‘smile’, but I could easily feel something from him that conveyed such an expression from deep within his bulk. He then went on.
“The Sildaze will bring a bright future for you as travelers. They will unfortunately also bring ominous news of a new threat. The Tachychronians cannot help you. The Sildaze cannot stay long. You must muster your defenses. You will have ample time to do so.”
I committed the words to memory and hoped the darkness he foretold would not come to pass. The intelligent part of my mind knew it would.
“Your dinner is ready and I must go.”
“Go in peace and know that you will always be welcome here.”
With that and with a last beer in tow Tosho generated a doorway, stood, and walked into oblivion.
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