Notes - Ship as UFO image / Diplomatic Pouch 10 completed

         After noon. You check email after a soaking bath. Carol is thinking about seeing a movie. However, you think not because the sun is finally out and a blue sky is appearing. 

         I have looked over some older material on Ship - I have a doc covering appropriate specific material used in the first three books and what has been written in Pouch so far. No specifics on size.

         Go with six hundred feet diameter for now. It seems more practical than nine hundred. - Amorella

         I thought I created a sketch. Maybe I used the image from a movie, now I can't remember which one.

        

         You checked The Day the Earth Stood Still photo (below) because this impressed you first at the age of nine or ten.

From: The Day the Earth Stood Still, 1951 (Google Images)

         The next (below) is a photo is from:

         1956 - Rosetta/Natal, South Africa. July 17... a well respected member of South African society. Her husband was a major in the South African Air Force, and Elizabeth worked for Air Force Intelligence. Seven photographs were taken in all, two included here. There were also two witnesses to the taking of the photos. Taken in the foothills of the Drakensburg Mountains, and so-dubbed the Drakensberg photos. If these are real, they are extremely impressive. She never changed her story. She died in 1994, at the age of 83.        

         The third (below) is an artistic rendition that you like very much. All three are within the shape of fictional Ship. - Amorella        

Flying saucer by Rendermojo

         These images are pretty standard. I like the one directly above because it is easy to visualize Ship slowly pulling the Cessna Silver Eagle inside. Ship with this configuration has two floors. That is a lot of area. But the second one may actually be real. Very cool. [Key words: Drakensberg, ufo, 1955]

         You had cereal, Raisin Bran, a piece of bread for lunch and an ice cream bar, Cadbury, for dessert. Carol had a dish of fruit, cheese and crackers, and a Double Chocolate Klondike Bar for dessert.

         1413 hours. I have to picture the interior of Ship from Blake, Pyl and Justin's perspective. It would have to be a shock.

         Not if Friendly and the other two planned for it. They will first see the annex, the basement work about stations, as Blake will come to affectionately call it. Plane will be stored there and they will have accommodations similar to what they have at home. Think of a three bedroom one floor apartment, your first apartment in Cincinnati with two more bedrooms that is fit with traditional modern furniture such as you have in your living, dining, and kitchen area. They even provide a 'one and a half bath' as you people like to call it. So, if you want to imagine something, imagine that as the setting. The earthlings won't see the outside of Ship, perhaps never. Friendly doesn't have to show them every detail of the Ship's interior; in fact she is wiser not to do so. What the earthlings don't know they won't miss. Sometimes that's a good thing, and it's a good thing for the reader too. - Amorella

         Okay, this makes it easier to place in my head. What about a mission impossible sort of scenario? I'm sure Blake will feel he is being duped, that it is a trick. How is he going to be convinced it is for real?

         It will come into play but let's keep this one chapter selection at a time. Post. - Amorella

        

                 1713 hours. I am ready to do some work. This has been a really goof-off day. I have been thinking about what you said the other day. Should I trim down on readership. I am not sure how to do that but . . .

         No. This blog is to be kept open access, orndorff. You enjoy getting hits from around the world even knowing that fifty percent of these hits are accidental, that is, the reader was expecting something else from your titles. - Amorella

         By the way, 'Ship at UFO image' is excellent. I tried it and got 'Google UFO Images'.

         No marketing with titles. That is not your intent nor mine either. - Amorella

         I would be embarrassed to market anything, Amorella, except education, formal, informal or self-education. We all are built to learn things, to experience new and/or unique dimensions in living. For instance the scene (Pouch 10) we are working on is unique to me. I like to put myself in each character's position. It's fun.

         You had Papa John's pizza, your favorite toppings for supper and some left for tomorrow night for supper. It is supposed to snow a couple inches tomorrow, then on Saturday you are going to Westerville to meet Mary Lou who is back from a week or so at her daughter's, Sharon's, home near Las Vegas. You watched the news, a couple episodes of "This Old House" on PBS and last night's "CSI". You want to dust in the bedroom as you and Carol cleaned up the upstairs bathrooms, swept and changed the bedding, etc. early this morning. Tonight or tomorrow we can finish up Pouch 10. Post. - Amorella

         2202 hours. I completed Pouch 10.

         Indeed, it is for now. Drop in and Post. - Amorella

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Diplomatic Pouch 10 ©2013, rho, nfd

            Friendly speaks first to Pyl by re-introducing Hartolite and then Yermey, who the earthlings have not met. Friendly then says, "We are not who we say we are. Please give us time to explain." A pause.  "Are you willing to give us the time?"

            Blake interrupts, "First we need to make sure the plane is safe to fly. We have a problem with vapor lock."

            With polite reserve Pyl added, "We need to get off this road."

            Justin opened with, "Where is your transportation? How did you know we would be here?"

            "Did you see us attempt a landing at the airport?" declared Blake with his eyes on the engine.

            "We are foreigners,” replied Yermey. "We do not have U.S. citizenship."

            "There is no need to check for vapor lock," said Hartolite. "We forced your plane down so we could talk on the ground."

            Blake turned, "What did you say?"

            "Are you terrorists?"

            "What do you want with us?"

            "We wish to be friends."

            "Why did you say you forced us down?"

            "Because we did."

            "How?"

            "We caused the vapor lock accidently."

            "It is physics."

            "Ship caused your plane to slide at the airport."

            "We did seem to slide," said Blake. "It felt like the wheels were on ice while we were in the air."

            "It is caused by blackenot."

            "This is the reason no one saw you, why you couldn't contact by radio."

            "What do you mean?"

            "The engine restarted."

            "It was an unknown."

            "It stopped again."

            "You were in no danger."

            "Your plane touched Ship. It was not a bird that cracked the wingtip light. Ship did. You touched Ship with blackenot on. You could not see us."

            "We did not wish to show ourselves at that time."

            "Because you are not citizens. You came across from Canada?"

            "No. You can see we are human."

            "I didn't think you were aliens," said Pyl.

            "We are cousins," declared Yermey.

            "We are human," said Friendly, "but we do not live here."

            "Listen," said Yermey. You are concerned about your plane. Get in and start the engine. Friendly and Hartolite. May they ride with you?"

            "You both have been guests before. Come on board if Blake finds it fly worthy," said Pyl. "What about you?"

            "I will see to your safety."

            "With what?"

            "Ship." Yermey point up.

            "What is that? It doesn't make sense."

            "I don't really see anything."

            "Where is the sky?"

            Blake was already in the plane. The engine started normally. "Everyone in," he said. "Pyl help me with the exterior visual inspection."

            "We are good to go," said Friendly from near the wingtip. "I already have it."

            "I'll feel better once we are in the air. There is not a trace of problem with the engine." Everyone strapped in. Blake glanced about. No cars. No people. He rolled the plane down the township road, the rived the engine up with the flaps down. Slowly but surely speed picked up, then the plane lifted just before they saw the house on the right after the trees. Airborne. They heard the familiar clunk of the wheels drawn up into the fuselage. The plane flew perfectly normal. Blake banked the plane left and headed north to Lake Erie for a return to Burke Lakefront along the shoreline at two thousand feet. Everyone clapped.

            Suddenly. Friendly, sitting behind Blake, reached in her purse pulled out her dark blue cosmetic case and opened it. The earthlings did not notice the sudden tiredness caused by the somewhat stressful ordeal of the long precautionary landing and taking off from Township Road 314 just east of the Ashtabula County Airport. They were flying and all was well. Blake, Pyl and Justine didn't realize how much better the day was than they expected.

            Friendly and Hartolite sat comfortably, Hartolite to the right of Justin in the third seat row. Slowly and carefully Ship stopped the Rolls-Royce turboprop, maneuvered the blue and white Cessna into position and drew the plane inside and up to the Annex floor, Ship's recently modified, human friendly first floor basement.

            Shortly thereafter Pyl awoke to the quiet. She opened her eyes to see the prop stopped. She punched her brother, "Blake, the engine." He awoke with a yawn both quickly realized the console was dead. We're dead, she thought, as she saw nothing familiar outside the plane. "We are on the ground."

            "We landed. I don't remember “

            "We are here," said Friendly. "Nothing to worry about. We are all alive and well. Welcome to our environs."

            "We can get out," said Hartolite calmly. We will show you where we are."

            "You are perfectly safe," assured Friendly, "Go ahead, climb out."

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