November 18, 1999 11:21 PM I asked: ><< Where do you see the nomen living? And don't tell >me the little pink house with the pretty flower garden > at the end of the block. >> Leah replied: >Well, this is purely what I came up with for fanfic purposes, but.....< "Suits" me fine so long as the cumberbun isn't too tight around my gut. :) >Remember Borallus, where Adama thought the Cylon > fleet would be waiting to finish them off? Yup. The discussion with Sire Uri. He who lives by the wine glass, sinks in the wine glass. >The Nomen are a group or sect who feel that the >old ways are being forgotten, people are becoming >too soft, end of the world, dogs and cats living >together.....sorry, Robert's rubbing off on me there, >I think.... Oh sure. Blame it all on me. It's always my fault. I can't get away with anything. :) >Anyway, the Nomen live out in the barely habitable >regions of Borallus; >have moved off world to barely habitable regions >of other worlds Cool. (Cassi Kirk, I promise I won't say "Cool" like I say "Oh Oh") May we examine this a bit further? Do ya kinda think all the inhabitable places they stayed had a major impact on their way of life? Or were they always like that before they separated themselves from the "too soft" people? Are all the "barely habitable places" desert? (Certainly not ice cream dessert mind you :) How about war ravaged lands where there are nothing but ruins? Densely populated forest areas? Granted the ones on TMWNL talk about the sands and so on. We conclude that bunch is from there. I'm trying to stretch this a little further (yes, one day it may end up in fanfic). How bad a living can they take? What affect does it have on them? Think they ever cross paths with The Grinch? Who's meaner? The Nomen? Or the Grinch? Imagine a green grinch dressed in Santa's clothing being dragged along the sand dunes on a greased bottom sled (with no wheels) pulled by a little brown dog [Whip cracking] Grinch: If nothing bugs me more than the cheers of little kid joys The shouts. The claps. The Playing of all girls and boys. Of all of the laughing and singing and humming. One thing I must do is keep happiness from coming. Why I'll plow through the snow, the dirt and the sand. I'll cover every foot, every inch of this land. Those little kids playing down and around the village all day Will not be so happy if it is I who must say. Meanwhile, over the next dune, a group young nomen sat around a wise elder. Maga: We withstand the dunes of time, the sands of the yahren glass. We live out here because we survive the sting of the Scorpious. The sun burns our soul, but we are Warriors! We will outlive those weak ones in the cities. We will outlive the test of time. We are Nomen. We honor the Code. [Whip cracking] The poor wittle doggie came tumbling over the top of the sand dune after the harsh pull up the side. The sled wavered back and forth before barreling down the other side past the Nomen pulling the poor doggie behind it. All the young Nomen stood up and plucked their laser bols. The Grinch paid no heed. Grinch: They blow the flub-floobas. They clink their ta-tinkers. They bang their robungas. They clap the kershrinkers. I'll blast, I'll knock, I'll crush every one of those toys And cease all of that constant happiness noise. Oh the noise and the noise does drive me insane. I'll wrap all of it up with my tough walls and chain. Taba whipped a laser bol towards the Grinch. It hit the ground in front of the sled. The others followed, but with aim so bad (this was their first non-practice throw), they dug craters to the sides of the sled. The Grinch likes this not. How dare they intrude? They ruin his path. They darken his mood. He tolerates no more of their strikes and their hassle. He'll confront them dead on until their robes go a frazzle. The Grinch jammed the brake of his trusty old sled. The doggie still rolled over his tail and his head. He stepped in the sand and kicked it up there. He thundered his feet through the dunes in a dare. Those men will pay for the trouble the caused. They'll have no more trinkets when all is done lost. Maga walked to the front of the group and motioned for the others to stay behind him. He was not at all pleased at the disruption from this green being, wherever it came from. That thing had to answer to the Code. It would be stricken from the lands of the sands. No intrusion would be tolerated while Maga was in command of the tribe. They met face to face. Grinch: By what do you think you're doing to me? I merely passed by and let you all be. I go after the kids, their cheers and their joys. It is for me to stop all of their lasting fun noise. But leave not I can. You ruined my path. You will pay the toll when you do feel my green wrath. Maga: By whose authority do you stroll through my land? This is the sacred Scorpius domain. Only those who bide by the Code are allowed to travel here. Only humans who can stand through the trials of time. Grinch : Trials of time. Codes of due travel. Bore me you do with your words worth of gravel. Get out of my way before I knock you in two. I'll turn your brown robes into red, white and blue. Maga: Don't threaten me with your twisting of words. You are nothing compared to the fathers of the Nomen. Our power flows through our blood and unifies us. You are pitiful and no match whatsoever. Meet your fate in the heat pits of Hades. Grinch: You say I do speak in twists and in riddles. You make me so sick I think I'll go piddle. It certainly will make me feel all the more better. So I don't hear your Code, your honor, your word of a letter. Wasting my time. You are such a big pain. You make more noise than a little kid's train. Maga: NOISE?!? You will not escape the torture of the Stinger. Your death will be slow to make you repent your invasion of sacredity. I shall have you at my feet begging for a quick demise. The young nomen turned. If this fighting of words was what laid in their future, they were better off without it. People back in towns may be too soft, but had an easier life. Besides, fried desert vermin were not exactly their cup of tea. They'd be rattling before they made their Nomenship. Maga : Come back here! You're violating the sacred Code by leaving before I finish. You must pay heed and listen to the wise man of the tribe. It is "I" who will Lead this band through the dunes to reclaim our lost heritage from those weak and feeble minds who rejected our ancient ways. It is "I" who will save you all. You must come back and follow my wisdom. The Grinch turned and walked away to collect himself, his sled and his dog, all the while grumbling to himself. Grinch: I have more to do than to stand here and waste time. This guy was worse than all of those kids and a bucket of slime. My duties are clear and have no further delay To keep kids from bomping around when they play, play and play. Argh, they think they have fun scooting around on their wheels. I'll show them a thing and drag them out by their heels. I'll take all of their toys, dolls, trinkets and gadgets. Put them all in a bag thrown farther than they can catch it. I'll do no resting until all the fun stuff is gone Even if it takes me until the next bright light's dawn. Oh they'll try and try to show me how much fun there is to be had. But it won't work on one whose heart is two sizes too small and too bad. Don't walk out of that house. Don't pass through that big door. Watch out for the Grinch. I'll be back to say more. [Whip cracking] We now return you to your regularly scheduled BSG Nomen chat. Believe it or not, I was serious about expanding on the "barely habitable places" discussion. Robert (who seriously thinks it is time to wake up and go back to sleep) hanczykr@gmail.com