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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by Weird Harold   » Sun Jan 21, 2018 10:47 am

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tlb wrote:This leads to a very interesting question for which I do not believe we have an answer. To what extent is natural reproduction functioning within the Onion versus laboratory creation of children?


ISTR an off-hand comment that both in-vitro (100% customized) and random chance (natural reproduction, assisted by artificial wombs) figure into the progression of MAlign genomes. It's only a sentence or two, not a full infodump, so it requires a good bit of interpolation. :D
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Answers! I got lots of answers!

(Now if I could just find the right questions.)
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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by cthia   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 10:06 am

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Here is more transcripts of the video snippet. My same apologies in advance, as I offered as a result of the first transcript which most likely taints the author's works and tries his sensibilities, as well as to my fellow readers who may be led astray. Apology. Apology. Apology. Having humbly apologized for any misrepresentation of actual text and storyline, do enjoy...


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Just like the People there were good two-legs and there were evil two-legs. And he knew where his own allegiance lay. His laughter faded as he considered that, thought about why he was here in a huge two-leg nesting place. 'A city they called it,' he thought, forming the mouth noise carefully in his mind.

The strength of so many hands of mindglows pressed in upon him like some powerful invisible wind or perhaps like the heat of the sun in mid summer. It threatened to crush him. But he had tasted the memory songs of others of the People who had gone among the two-legs. That had prepared him for it, although not so well as he had believed it had before he experienced the reality. And so that first day, he had seriously considered fleeing like a kitten newly escaped from its nesting place, but he had overcome the temptation by remembering why he was here.

His older sister, Silver Claw, had made it into the Black Rock clan. She had also died with her mate, her kittens and her entire new clan family when the fire fell from the heavens. Clean Killer had been near the boundary between Black Rock's range and Mossy Tree Climb's. Indeed, he had been mind speaking with her when it happened. And he would never forget that day. Never forget her scream of terror, brief as the time between two breaths, before that beloved mind voice vanished into cold eternal silence. Cut away from him forever, with the sharpness of one of the singing blades the two-leg hunters and scouts used. And then, even as he turned to speed madly through the netwood towards Black Rock's range, the dreadful ball of sun bright fury had roared up before him and the terrible thunder rumble and howling wind had raced over him like a howling storm. The shock had splintered branches all about him, flung him from the netwood like one more broken twig. Indeed, so far as any of the memory singers knew, no one closer to Black Rock's nesting place, as he, had survived. And it had taken him many hands of days to heal from the bones which had been broken, even with the two-leg healer's assistance. It had taken far longer for his mindglow to heal.

Heart Singer, Mossy Tree's mindhealer, had told him he could survive the deep inner wounds of that day. At first Clean Killer had shut his own mind refusing to believe the older person. In the end though, Heart Singer had been right. He had survived it. But he would never be the same again. None of the people would ever be the same. Clean Killer was not the only person who had directly shared that single mindscream from all of Black Rock's people. And by now all of the people, aside from the endless kittens, had tasted the memory songs of that day. The day Black Rock died, murdered by the evil doers from beyond the sky who had killed so many more of the People's two-legs, on that same dreadful day. The Memory Singers had mercifully dimmed the worst of the terror of the agony in their songs, but it was important that all of the People taste them. Know the darkness at their core. Know we have enemies at work and never forget their hatred for the ones who had done it.

Clean Killer needed no memory songs. He carried that darkness with him, everywhere. Thanks to Heart Singer it had not devoured him as it did so many of the other People. Yet he had discovered he could not go back to his everyday life as one of Mossy Tree's scouts. He could no longer roam the netwood and golden leaf, hunting and warding, guarding the clan from Death Fangs and snow hunters. Not when he knew that other far greater threats hid beyond the stars. And so, when the Memory Singers sent forth a summons—seeking volunteers to venture among the two-legs and guard them against the threat they could not taste themselves, the other two-legs, who had evil-doers somehow compelled to slay even their closest friends—Clean Killer, scout of Mossy Tree clan, was among the first to volunteer. And not just because of his need to protect the two-legs as he fought to protect all the People. People and two-legs alike, of his world. No, he volunteered because he hoped that some day, some way, he could come within claws reach of at least one of the evil-doers responsible for such slaughters, so many deaths. And on the day that he did...

He supposed that was why Spinless for Joys(?), Speaks from Silence and Dances on Clouds had considered him as the Protector, for this once upon a time evil-doer who claimed now, to be a friend. Well, Clean Killer would see about that. He had tasted Pounces on Leaves memories of People's eyes conversations with captured evil-doer. And he knew the evil-doer had never said anything that was not true. But that did not fully reassure Clean Killer. The People had never considered saying a thing which was not so, before having encountered the two-legs and learned to understand their mouth noises. There had been no point since any person knew whether or not the person mindspeaking with him was doing such an outlandish thing. The two-legs were mindblind. All of them except Dances on Clouds and Cloud Dancer's Joy, her kitten. And just a tiny bit, Deep Roots and Laugh Dancer, her parents. Not only could they say things which were not so, they could not always tell when someone else said such things to them, poor creatures. People could deceive or trick other People. Indeed some, like Laugh's Brightly was notorious amongst all the clan for their ability to do that. But they could not do it that easily, not by simply saying false things. They had to find other ways, more creative ways. It's not unreasonable to assume that two-legs have more than one way to deceive their own kind, as well. Clean Killer had observed that some of the most effective deceptions lay not in the saying of untrue things but in saying things that were entirely true and did not mean what the other person believed they meant. He did not expect to enjoy this time protecting the evil-doer. Although the memory song of the two-leg's mindglow Sorrow Singer had relayed to him from Pounces on Leaves was much less distasteful than he had initially expected. Pounces on Leaves had a powerful mindglow for a male. Admittedly, he had been more focused on tasting the truth of the evil-doer's responses to People's (eye's?) questions than on delving deep into the two-leg's mindglow itself. But the memory he had shared with Sorrow Singer (and through her) with Clean Killer had carried none of the dark, cold evil Clean Killer had always assumed must mark an evil-doer capable of destroying Black Rock clan and so many two-legs. 'Perhaps it was not,' he thought now, grimly as the two-leg flying thing swooped downward towards its destination. But, unlike Pounces on Leaves, I will be a hunter stalking that mindglow, and the evil-doer who now says he is prepared to aid our two-legs will not like what happens if I find treachery within him.

Damien Harahap felt more unsettled than he would have admitted as he followed his escort (The Manties were too polite to call her a guard) down the hall. He supposed it was a good thing they wanted to keep him alive, at least until they decided differently. Had he doubted they were lying about the nanotech assassins. He had no more idea than they did how Bardasano's people made that work. But it sounded exactly like the sort of thing they would make work. So if this treecat they meant to pair him with to keep that sort of unpleasant encounter from claiming the scalp of one Damien Harahap, that was a good thing. He was less comfortable with why his new protector, Clean Killer, a name which suggested a few unpleasant possibilities, would be able to detect a programmed assassin in time to do something about it. There had been rumors about Sphinxian treecat's supposed esoteric abilities for a long time. Although he had never been interested enough to chase them down himself. One thing he had heard about them however, is that they had learned to communicate with humans. If, as Joubert claimed, they were telepaths able to detect lies and assassins, their ability to tell someone about it explained why Joubert had been accompanied by his own treecat partner for every session with Harahap. (And there goes?) the corollary. A treecat that knew someone was lying would make the most effective control over any asset of dubious reliability in the long and murky history of espionage. Harahap might not have minded that, since he entertained no current plans. He felt more confident in treecats' sense of self restraint in the case of any little misunderstanding, or for that matter if he believed treecats were the adorable, silken pets they appeared to be. Unfortunately, he believed nothing of the sort. He might not have made a special study of them, but Honor Alexander Harrington's companion Nimitz, was the most famous teeecat in history, no small part because of how conclusively he demonstrated that, however adorable and silken he might be, he was anything but a harmless pet, when his human was threatened. And then there was that name, Clean Killer.

Patricia Givens tipped back in her chair, rubbing the ears of the treecat spilled warmly across her lap, while the two of them watched the smart wall display showing the interior of their interrogation room just down the hall from where she sat. At the moment, its only occupants were Antwoine Joubert, Pounces on Leaves and Clean Killer and she frowned as she thought about why they were here this morning. It wasn't that she really thought it was a bad idea but Thought Chaser turned his head to look at her and a true hand smacked the fingers which had paused in their rubbing. She twitched slightly, looked down at him, and he smacked her hand again narrowing his eyes. "Sorry." Her frown turned into a smile and she started stroking his ears again. His smile grew into a grin as he closed his eyes and buzzed a contented purr. He and she had formed nothing like the soul deep adoption bond between Honor Alexander Harrington or her husband and their treecats. There were times she wished she had. But she envied those that had been adopted. Other times she hadn't. She knew Nimitz had represented a very real hurdle. Not one that could have derailed Honor Harrington's naval career before it ever began, despite Queen Adrian's rules about treecats and their people. And she wouldn't have liked knowing if something fatal had happened to her, Thought Chaser would almost certainly follow her into death. But if they didn't have that bond he'd still become what was probably the closest, most reliable friend she ever had. And she'd learned to trust his judgement implicitly. At least in most ways. There were human conventions, relationships, societal mechanisms no cat truly understood or probably ever would know. And she (did ? didn't @32:24) have concerns about how the species' intrinsic honesty might affect the judgement of someone navigating the murky, moral waters of the intelligence community. If telempaths couldn't lie to one another then how deep of an appreciation of human style, dishonesty and deceit did they truly possess? And Thought Chaser sat up in her chair as she brought her chair upright.

Harahap followed his keeper into the now familiar interrogation room, then paused just inside the doors and saw the pair of treecats parked right on the table like matching bookends. They weren't identical although they had exactly the same coloring and exactly the same grass green eyes. His was a brain which had been trained to record and file away as much data, even perhaps especially trivial data, as possible in a single glance. So even though it would have been difficult for him to consciously catalog all the differences between the two creatures, he was reasonably confident he'd be able to tell them apart if he ever saw them side by side again, the one on the right, Joubert's partner, Pounces on Leaves he called himself. He found treecat names a bit odd but he supposed a telepathic species' naming conventions would have to be a little strange.

Unsure about following passage inasmuch as when Harahap's musing had stopped, if it had stopped, and Joubert's speaking began...

"So that's Clean Killer on the left. Look at those swirls in his fur are from scars underneath it. It was an interesting question," says Joubert. But at some pains to explain that Clean Killer had survived a treecat mass casualty event during what the Manties called the Yawata strike. It'd also explain how badly the cat had been injured by it. Since Manticore held the Alignment responsible for the attack, Joubert had suggested. Not at all delicately. It might be unwise for Harahap to do, say or even think anything which might lead Clean Killer to associate him with the attack. Sounder advice was never given, Harahap decided. He reminded himself that reading an alien species' body language was likely to yield less than reliable results, but Clean Killer, now that he thought about it, looked to be about twenty percent bigger than Pounces on Leaves, didn't look very happy. 'Hadn't realized that treecats coat could actually bristle,' he thought. Alien species are not...I doubt that he's just overjoyed to see me.

<So this is the evil-doer> Clean Killer said.

<It is the one who used to be an evil doer.> Pounces on Leaves replied. <And you should not allow your fur to stand on end, younger brother. It is discourteous.>

Clean Killer flicked his ears and mingled embarrassment, humor, as he tasted the dry amusement in the older person's mindvoice. Not that Clean Killer was all that concerned about courtesy at the moment. Still, he was supposed to be protecting this two-leg. Not killing it himself. He pulled his claws back into their sheath. The bristling of his coat however, was not a conscious response. He could not make it go away so easily. So instead of trying, he switched his attention to the two-leg. He was not as tall as some of the other male two-legs Clean Killer had seen, since volunteering to help guard the People's two-legs. But Clean Killer saw with his scout's eyes, recognized the way the two-leg moved. The one had escorted him here was armed, yet he was not, yet Clean Killer sensed that he was actually far more dangerous than she. He was poised, balanced in a way that she was not, much as a scout on duty was perpetually attuned to all about him while he flowed through the netwood, every sense alert to any sign of danger. But that was only the two-leg's outer shell. It was not which truly mattered that Clean Killer's eyes narrowed as he reached out to delve deep to test the two-leg's mindglow fully and completely.

"Mr. Harahap," Joubert began, "this is Clean—"

Harahap heard the Manticoran, but his eyes were on the treecat as focused as he ever been on anything in his life. He saw the furry arboreal treecats reminded him of—the fusion between a (Startan Pinterian? and a schimpanzee), or possibly an older bobcat and a lemur—crouch ever so slightly staring at him, closely. He could almost feel the intensity behind those bright green eyes. Clean Killer heard People's eyes mouth noises, but he ignored them for the moment as he dived into the other two-leg's mindglow. There wasn't time enough as he twitched, his eyes went suddenly wide, for an instant the entire world stood still and then he launched himself like a long sensuous projectile straight at the two-leg.

"Oh shit!" Patricia Givens gasped. As Clean Killer hurtled himself at Harahap, both sets of arms open wide. Long deadly fingers crooked.

"Dammit, if he's been lying to us all along we need to know, but even so he's too valuable to let Clean Killer just—"

Damien Harahap saw Clean Killer coming and his arms opened automatically. There was no conscious thought at that moment. There was only awareness and his arms closed again and folded that long, slender, impossibly strong body and cradled him against his chest like the most precious thing in the entire universe.

"Oh shit!" Patricia Givens started all over as she realized what had actually happened. Thought Chaser's obviously decided blinking laughter didn't, help, one, bit.

"So what do you think we should do about it. As I recall this was all your brilliant idea in the first place." The first the Earl of White Haven said from his wife's common. What might not unreasonably be described as a snippy tone.

MUCH LAUGHTER AND CHEERS FROM THE CROWD.

And Honor says to him... ("That's improbable.")?

And he says "Is Samantha ever shy about telling you when she disapproves of something you're doing?

"Well nooo. We got him!"


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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by quite possibly a cat   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 12:50 pm

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It seems the Treecats weren't told that this strike was solely against military targets. This wasn't murder in the slightest. Had it been meant to murder Treecats, they could have nearly wiped them all out.

This was collateral damage caused by Manticore placing its military targets above the Treecat's homes AND failing to give the planet adequate defenses in case of debris falling from their space station. Contrast with Grayson where military targets were kept well away from civilians, or Manticore where planetary defenses zapped much of the falling debris.

Also, did anyone mention to them that this strike took place after Manticore nuked a park full of children via a terrorist they recruited? A nuclear weapon that Manticore's terrorist agent deliberately detonated in a park full of children.

I wonder what would happen if that was explained to the Treecats?

P.S. Just make sure who does this explaining doesn't know that the Oyster Bay operation started before the Green Pines Massacre.
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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by Eagleeye   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 1:14 pm

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Thank you, cthia. Thank you very much for the time and the work you invested in this project (and, last but not least, for the quality of the result, too!). I tried it myself, but I'm no native englishspeaking person, and it proved to be really difficult.

Now, if only RFC could provide us with the original snippet to prove how well you did your work of transcribing the text from the videoclip ...
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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by robert132   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 1:18 pm

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cthia wrote:Here is more transcripts of the video snippet. My same apologies in advance, as I offered as a result of the first transcript which most likely taints the author's works and tries his sensibilities, as well as to my fellow readers who may be led astray. Apology. Apology. Apology. Having humbly apologized for any misrepresentation of actual text and storyline, do enjoy...


****** *SNIP*

"Well nooo. We got him!"


THE END


I have SO got to read this book!

Cthia, thank you for putting up your transcriptions. I'll also follow the link to the YouTube video and play it both for myself and my wife (big Weber fan there too.)

Who'd a thunk it ... interesting twist that adoption, by a 'cat who was fully prepared to hate him and tear out his throat. :shock:
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Just my opinion of course and probably not worth the paper it's not written on.
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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by quite possibly a cat   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 1:55 pm

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Also Thanks Cthia!
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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by cthia   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 3:44 pm

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You are all so very welcome. Your gratitude makes it more than worth it. I accomplished it all via many fits and starts. Mostly fits. LOL

I was so exhausted that I hardly proofread it and I've already found a few errors that need to be corrected, formatting, punctuation and spelling. I've corrected them. It should read a bit better.

There were a few people requesting it be done, and I understand that many members are not English speakers. Reading vs. listening to a foreign language can be like night and day. Especially when the audio isn't the clearest. I know how frustrating it'd be for me if the snippet was in a foreign language I didn't easily understand, while I simultaneously craved the author to deliver more snippets. This snippet fleshes out so much more of the treecats' personality. I simply couldn't rest knowing so many of you were left out of the loop. My strange personality just couldn't let that stand. Thank you all for the appreciation. It was well worth it. I apologize once more for any errors that remain and that I couldn't deliver it sooner.

P.S. I'll make any corrections that anyone submits, just as before. Several pairs of ears are always better than one.

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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by cthia   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 4:17 pm

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I had plum forgotten that I broached the possibility of a treecat bonding with a Malign agent many turns of hands ago. The weirdness inside my head isn't so weird after all, huh?*

I won't say I TOLD YOU SO. Cause it just ain't like me to say I TOLD YOU SO. So I won't say, I TOLD YOU SO, even though I did.

'I was trying to told you' anyways. LOL

I also suggested that the author may have something in mind with one Damien Harahap, way back when the scathing reviews began with SOV over the fact that the author spent so much time on him. I was right again. I warned everyone to give the author a break until the next book or you may find yourself eating crow.

*I'm telling you, a treecat would really like my mindglow, if I don't pass out during the process of the bond. It must have been frightening as hell for others looking on, thinking Harahap had just bought the farm. Others besides Patricia Givens, that is. LOL

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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by CmdrAthenaAprilist   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 6:06 pm

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All of them except Dances on Clouds and Cloud Dancer's Joy, her kitten. And just a tiny bit, Deep Roots and Laugh Dancer, her parents.

And now we know Raoul's treecat name! Should the Harringtons be called the Dancing Clan now as well?
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Re: [Spoiler - UH] utube snippet
Post by cthia   » Tue Jan 30, 2018 6:52 pm

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CmdrAthenaAprilist wrote:
All of them except Dances on Clouds and Cloud Dancer's Joy, her kitten. And just a tiny bit, Deep Roots and Laugh Dancer, her parents.

And now we know Raoul's treecat name! Should the Harringtons be called the Dancing Clan now as well?

Good eye Cmdr. You beat me to the punch. We also know that Beth is indeed M ND BL ND.

Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble. —cthia's father. Incident in ? Axiom of Common Sense
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