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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4221238" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Darkest Calling: Part 3 – The Elder Stars Ritual</strong></p><p></p><p>Several motorbikes made their way to the ritual. Blade’s heart sank as he saw it was Native Americans. </p><p></p><p>There were five men with a shaman at the center, also Native American. He was dressed in ceremonial garb.</p><p></p><p>“Wait for my signal,” whispered Hammer to the police snipers sequestered all around the site.</p><p></p><p>Blade looked through his binoculars. “That’s John Takoda. A shaman on the Papago Reservation.”</p><p></p><p>Takoda was a tall, thin man with parchment-like wrinkled skin and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He wore jeans, a checkered shirt, and cowboy boots. </p><p></p><p>They carefully bound the man to the ground. He showed no signs of resistance. Then, lifting a knife over the man’s head, he began cutting into his flesh.</p><p></p><p>“That’s it, go, go, go!”</p><p></p><p>The agents rushed forward, pistols out. “Hands up! On the ground, now!”</p><p></p><p>The Native Americans looked up, surprisingly calm. Takoda put his hands up. “Jacob Ironshirt. You have come, as Coyote foretold.”</p><p></p><p>“Put the knife down,” said Blade. He pointed the pistol at Takoda.</p><p></p><p>“You have interfered with things that you do not understand. Our people are to be protected, as will all men, women and children of this earth if I am allowed to complete the rituals of banishment.”</p><p></p><p>“Down!” shouted Hammer. </p><p></p><p>Takoda shook his head. “If we do not, the lands will be subject to darkness and death, bringing the time when the stars are right ever closer. Our people have long understood sacrifice, a concept lost to your modern ways.</p><p> </p><p>“This is not the way to do it,” said Hammer. “I’m not going to ask you again!”</p><p></p><p>“I have volunteers who understand that the interest of the tribe come first,” said Takoda. “But now it seems Coyote has sent you to me to serve a higher purpose.”</p><p></p><p>Takoda resumed the carving of the man’s flesh on the ground. </p><p></p><p>“Take him out!” shouted Hammer into his mic.</p><p></p><p>There was the crack of a sniper’s rifle. Hammer’s pistol flew out of his hand. He swore, clutching his bleeding fist. “Son of a bitch, they missed!”</p><p></p><p>“They didn’t miss,” said Knightly, striding towards them. “Did I mention I’m half-Papago?”</p><p></p><p>Guppy shouted into his cistron. “Agents compromised! Repeat: agents compromised!”</p><p></p><p>Blade turned around in shock. “You?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh I know I don’t look it. But then, you look pretty damn Native American to me and you don’t seem to give two s**ts about your own people.” </p><p></p><p>The other police officers forced the agents’ hands behind their backs. Blade looked around. They were all Native Americans.</p><p></p><p>“This is only going to make us look worse,” he said quietly.</p><p></p><p>The Phoenix cops forced all the agents to their knees and stripped them of their weapons.</p><p></p><p>“Save your breath,” said Knightly. “Watch and learn.”</p><p></p><p>Takoda finished carving odd patterns into the man’s skin. He ended it by painting four dots on the man’s right hand. Then he stepped away and chanted. </p><p></p><p>Something welled up from the sand. Dozens of its long stick legs crawled out of the sand like a spider, raising up a chaotic, wriggling mass. Mouths opened up from the dark torso, revealing teeth the texture of ice shards, opening into deep throats of blackness that gurgled forth phlegm-soup similar to tadpole eggs. The clicking, beating of woody-knolls across its pulsating shape repeated like Morse code. </p><p></p><p>The sacrificial victim screamed as the thing shambled closer. Takoda stepped out of the thing’s path.</p><p></p><p>It moved over the man, who screamed again, his voice drowned out by the clicking. When it slithered away, his torso was scoured to the bone in the same pattern that they had found Draper’s body. </p><p></p><p>Tears streamed down Blade’s face. Hammer watched stoically. Archive watched with frank curiosity. Guppy kept his eyes closed and looked away.</p><p></p><p>Another hole opened in the sand on the other side of the corpse. The thing crawled into it and seemed to be flushed downwards, the clicking sound disappearing with a loud pop.</p><p></p><p>“Now do you understand?” asked Takoda. </p><p></p><p>“I understand you just killed an innocent man,” Blade replied.</p><p></p><p>Takoda sighed. “Still your eyes have not been opened. Very well. We will see if you change your mind in three days.” He nodded towards Knightly. “Take them to the well.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4221238, member: 3285"] [b]Darkest Calling: Part 3 – The Elder Stars Ritual[/b] Several motorbikes made their way to the ritual. Blade’s heart sank as he saw it was Native Americans. There were five men with a shaman at the center, also Native American. He was dressed in ceremonial garb. “Wait for my signal,” whispered Hammer to the police snipers sequestered all around the site. Blade looked through his binoculars. “That’s John Takoda. A shaman on the Papago Reservation.” Takoda was a tall, thin man with parchment-like wrinkled skin and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He wore jeans, a checkered shirt, and cowboy boots. They carefully bound the man to the ground. He showed no signs of resistance. Then, lifting a knife over the man’s head, he began cutting into his flesh. “That’s it, go, go, go!” The agents rushed forward, pistols out. “Hands up! On the ground, now!” The Native Americans looked up, surprisingly calm. Takoda put his hands up. “Jacob Ironshirt. You have come, as Coyote foretold.” “Put the knife down,” said Blade. He pointed the pistol at Takoda. “You have interfered with things that you do not understand. Our people are to be protected, as will all men, women and children of this earth if I am allowed to complete the rituals of banishment.” “Down!” shouted Hammer. Takoda shook his head. “If we do not, the lands will be subject to darkness and death, bringing the time when the stars are right ever closer. Our people have long understood sacrifice, a concept lost to your modern ways. “This is not the way to do it,” said Hammer. “I’m not going to ask you again!” “I have volunteers who understand that the interest of the tribe come first,” said Takoda. “But now it seems Coyote has sent you to me to serve a higher purpose.” Takoda resumed the carving of the man’s flesh on the ground. “Take him out!” shouted Hammer into his mic. There was the crack of a sniper’s rifle. Hammer’s pistol flew out of his hand. He swore, clutching his bleeding fist. “Son of a bitch, they missed!” “They didn’t miss,” said Knightly, striding towards them. “Did I mention I’m half-Papago?” Guppy shouted into his cistron. “Agents compromised! Repeat: agents compromised!” Blade turned around in shock. “You?” “Oh I know I don’t look it. But then, you look pretty damn Native American to me and you don’t seem to give two s**ts about your own people.” The other police officers forced the agents’ hands behind their backs. Blade looked around. They were all Native Americans. “This is only going to make us look worse,” he said quietly. The Phoenix cops forced all the agents to their knees and stripped them of their weapons. “Save your breath,” said Knightly. “Watch and learn.” Takoda finished carving odd patterns into the man’s skin. He ended it by painting four dots on the man’s right hand. Then he stepped away and chanted. Something welled up from the sand. Dozens of its long stick legs crawled out of the sand like a spider, raising up a chaotic, wriggling mass. Mouths opened up from the dark torso, revealing teeth the texture of ice shards, opening into deep throats of blackness that gurgled forth phlegm-soup similar to tadpole eggs. The clicking, beating of woody-knolls across its pulsating shape repeated like Morse code. The sacrificial victim screamed as the thing shambled closer. Takoda stepped out of the thing’s path. It moved over the man, who screamed again, his voice drowned out by the clicking. When it slithered away, his torso was scoured to the bone in the same pattern that they had found Draper’s body. Tears streamed down Blade’s face. Hammer watched stoically. Archive watched with frank curiosity. Guppy kept his eyes closed and looked away. Another hole opened in the sand on the other side of the corpse. The thing crawled into it and seemed to be flushed downwards, the clicking sound disappearing with a loud pop. “Now do you understand?” asked Takoda. “I understand you just killed an innocent man,” Blade replied. Takoda sighed. “Still your eyes have not been opened. Very well. We will see if you change your mind in three days.” He nodded towards Knightly. “Take them to the well.” [/QUOTE]
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