Hither come thee, O’ witness, into the temple of my Lore. Thereupon the wall, feast your eyes, for it is there the Tale begins. A tale based upon the Scripture of Man, which is not ill-fated. Past, Present, Future, the wise know of the Past and of the Present, many know the Present and little of the Past. But very few know of the Foretimes, even the very wise cannot illuminate. The Tale, based upon the Scripture of Man, is Revelation.

Through the ashes of outer space, a rocket was propelled towards the war torn moon of Earth. It had been several months since Klanferos Dolgere and Alan Littokee were recruited into the United Continents Of Earth’s Earth Defense Unit (UCOEDU) or (EDU). An armada of CAZ starships were scattered about the circumference of the moon, while yet an entire fleet of EDU starships attempted to repel them. Captain Recknem led the defense against the barrage. If the CAZ were to capture the moon, Earth would certainly be doomed to abduction.

“They never know when to just give up!” one pilot phoned over the EDU intercom channel.

“Be not disheartened, comrade, we shall prevail!” Recknem replied over the channel. “We have to stand as one in unity. But I wonder how the CAZ were able to get this close to our home-world?” Recknem’s star-fighter was angular. It consisted of a cross of four wings with enormous diamond shaped pulse cannons. His pulse cannons would inflict great damage upon the oncoming foe. His star-fighter was called, The Equilibrium.

“Sir aerial strike coming from the left! Can we take them?”

“Hang in there, pilot!” commanded Recknem. The swarm of CAZ star fighters began to surround Recknem and two other EDU star fighters. “Steady…” The CAZ promulgated their cannons and targeted Recknem’s trinity. “Steady…” As the CAZ went in for the kill, Recknem shouted, “Charge!” The trinity hurled themselves into the rabble of enemy starships unleashing a cascade of plasma bullets. They managed to fell six ships, before the enemy regrouped to attack again. After the dead ashes of eternal space cleared the smoke away from where the six explosions took place, the combatants exchanged sightings of one another. As the enemy began to resume their attack in a circular formation, “Fly under the band of the enemy ring and get on the other side. Then rendezvous with the other starships, so that we can charge those bastards with a cascade of their own medicine!” Recknem commanded.

“This is Obsidian Hammer, copy that, Captain.” replied the pilot in a black ship trimmed in orange.

“This is Enigmatic Wizard, command is acknowledged.” replied the third pilot of the trinity in the blue ship speckled with golden stars.

The trinity eluded the assault and under passed the ring of enemy star fighters. The ring shattered, as the Zarnik star-fighters scattered and swarmed Recknem and his two comrades. Ahead of Recknem was the bulk of the EDU armada. The ships were accented in a pale violet shade under the ominous starlight. Cascades of plasma missiles lit the black of space. A small armada of Zarnik star fighters formed a barrier line cutting the trinity off from the rest of the EDU fleet. Recknem twirled his ship in a cork-screw, deflecting hostile fire. Enigmatic Wizard, and Obsidian Hammer followed closely behind Recknem, giving him cover in cork-screw formation. Enigmatic Wizard took on the left flank of the enemy with his lightning bolt zappers, while yet Obsidian Hammer unleashed his boulder like bombs onto the right flank. Recknem blasted his way through the front with his pulse cannons.

Meanwhile, General Delvix, as he was conducting the majority of the EDU armada, took notice the enemy star-fighter barrier, and that of Recknem’s peril. Delvix turned his attention to the fleet, as he manned the controls of a powerful onyx star fighter wreathed in spikes on all edges known as the Black-Hole.

“Legions of Earth, to me! Destroy the our enemy’s linear abomination! All systems full power! Fire!” With that command the fleet instantly charged their pulse cannons and unleashed a blast of brilliant light obliterating the Zarnik line to nothing more than ash. Recknem was safe. The Equilibrium, The Enigmatic Wizard, and The Obsidian Hammer were reunited with the Black-Hole and the remaining fleet.

“Thank you, General.” Recknem addressed to Delvix, “Now, what is the report on the moon’s surface?”

“My Captain, we have located the enemy main camp, but our star-fighters cannot reach the interior. “ Delvix replied cooly.

“Then we shall send in the ground troops. We will raze it into stardust! Import ground troops now, Lieutenant!”

“As you command.” replied Enigmatic Wizard, as he signaled the others to promulgate the order.

Meanwhile, Klanferos stood in the main cabin of an EDU drop-ship, astride Alan gazing at the star battles through a radiation pressure proof glass window. Amidst a cluster of marines, he listened to their nervous muttering. Some were on the phone with their loved ones, some were praying to their god, others conversed in a relaxed state. They all were clad in the turquoise armor of EDU, holding their war helmets in one hand, and their battle rifles in another.

The battle rifles were commonly used, because they consisted of a snipe scope for long range shots, while yet their other function was excellent for close-quarter combat. That function was designed to fire rapidly like a machine gun, and inflict great damage with their plasma fueled capsules, or bullets. “Two functions, commonly kills, and only requires reloading after a dispatch of two-billion-three-million-seven-thousand-one-hundred-sixty-two plasma-bullets.” remarked Alan, as he admired the rifle. “These kick ass!” Dolgere nodded in agreement.

Klanferos preferred to be in his Avacastian Armor, however with the exception that he is only a marine grunt, he could not sway for a preference. He and Alan were difficult to distinguish among the others- both their heads were shaved. Humility would be the only thing to keep their mind in the fight, and realize what they are fighting for, and not how they would prefer to fight. The exiting alarm sounded. The drop ship settled but a few farthings away from the enemy camp. Everything outside the window was grey, and stone like. They landed on the moon.

Suddenly the sergeant in charge of this group of marines yelled out, “Listen up! The purging of CAZ on this moon, and the detonation of their main camp is the objective. Oh and you don’t have to worry about bringing oxygen tanks for breathing, as you may know we have an atmosphere generator built on this moon, only bug in it is the gravity is extremely light. Am I understood?”

They all yelled ‘yes, sir!’ in reply. The drop-ship’s hatch opened.

“All right, marines, let’s move move move!!!” Everyone charged. Klanferos felt strange charging in the bulk of the ranks, as he passed through the tunnels of the ship towards the exit ramp. He was not accustomed to fighting as a group. He preferred to be alone with his thoughts, and last minute tactics.

They all descended the boarding ramp, and gravity was gone. Everything felt light. Klanferos felt a whimsical, and yet a ballerina-like sensation. No foot was lain upon the sandy rock of the white moon. Before the lost orbit of space captured the humans, the sergeant gave a command. “Strike up the gravity gadgets!” They did so, and with a thunk, they were all touching the ground steadily. The sensation was not the same as walking upon a planet, but not in a negative way. “Now, let’s show those crazy fatherless spawns of female dogs, the halibuts we are made of!”

The marines charged into the field of pallid stone full-braved and prepared, however, some CAZ star-fighters were hovering above awaiting their prey. Out of the blue, the marines were bombarded by CAZ explosive projectiles. The sergeant commanded them to find cover. Alan retorted. “How can one find cover on the moon?! I mean… Everybody can see the moon!” As they sought cover, several unfortunate soldiers were blown to smithereens.

“Damn it, Littokee!” cried the sergeant. “Don’t make me put a cap in your ass!” The soldiers lay prostrate, in hopes that the hostile air strike would cease soon enough. To ensure that it would, the sergeant scrambled for his radio. “Captain Recknem, General Delvix, Commander Voussi, do any of you copy?”

Among the background of black veil and twinkling stars, the rabbles of star ships swarmed alighting the black space with their multi-colored plasma missiles and laser beams. General Delvix had his hands full in coordinating the armada in his master strategy, thus he was unable to answer the sergeant’s call. Captain Recknem was pursued by bomber starships. Evasion seemed impossible for the Captain. Commander Voussi, however, picked up the call. “I’m listening.”

“Sir, sorry to interrupt your business, but we need backup ASAP!” radioed the prone sergeant.

“What’s the situation, might I ask?” Voussi inquired.

“CAZ star-fighters swarmin’ about us like friggin’ wasps!”

“Everyone get that?” asked the commander over the intercom channel. Everyone sent back an ‘Acknowledgement’ Signal in reply. “Good.” then to the sergeant. “We will be their shortly to dispatch them.”

“Very good.” replied the sergeant. Then he turned to the other prone marines, and others hiding behind the tall adjacent rocks. “Hang in there, help is on the way!”

Meanwhile behind the tall adjacent rock spires, Alan turned toward Klanferos’s direction, “You hear that, help is on they way. Klanferos?” He was not there. “What the hell?” Behind the rock spires, was a wall of solid stone. However, there was a newly made hole in that wall, which Alan happened to spot. Quickly he hobbled to the hole, and noticed laser burn marks rimming the hole in the rock ridge. “Klanferos?!” he called out, “You in there, bro?” There was no answer. He crawled inside the hole. It was dark, and crumpled stone scattered about like dust. Moon Dust is what it was called. Suddenly he heard an ear piercing sound, like one would hear when a television is started with no volume- the sound waves of electricity. The entire tunnel lit up red, and a beaming combustion clamored.

Suddenly Klanferos Dolgere’s head peered from the clearing smoke. “Oh hey Alan!” he greeted.

“What are you doing?” Alan asked. He skimmed his surroundings and flustered at the sight of Dolgere helmet-less, holding his Avacastian green T-visor helmet equipped with a laser zapper clipped to the right antennae of his helmet. “Is that-?”

“No, its not what you would suspect. I’ve been working on this new device for months. What better opportunity other than a battle to test it out? Besides, it clips on to my helmet and suits it quite well.” replied Klanferos with a smile.

“Where’s you EDU helmet? And what did the sergeant say about bringing your personal weapons? Hmm?!” Alan asked. There was no answer. “Exactly! They were to be left behind. You are prohibited to don your armor, you should only wear the armor of the ranks! Hello, Yellow!”

“Relax, Alan, you sound like an automated rule-book. The calculations on the EDU helmet are obsolete compared to my helmet. Apparently, EDU’s tech guy plays by the rules too much. To be up to date with today’s technology, he or she should have known much more about hacking before forging these helmets. Thanks to my Avacastian upbringing, I do.”

“So what are you doing, exactly?”

“The sergeant is a coward, hiding behind the rocks, when he should have armed us with heavy weapons to confront the CAZ head on. Depending on reinforcing air-strikes is never a strategy I would take. Whoever strategized this battle for the ground forces, was not thinking clearly.”

“That would be General Delvix, you wanna go criticize in his face? Go ahead! Listen, Klanferos, dude, your arrogance is gonna get us in trouble.”

“Arrogance? Do not be ridiculous! I am just aghast at the sergeant’s inexperience, and the fact that Delvix should pay closer attention to what he plans for the lower rank forces rather than focus his main attention on his elites.”

“We’re just a rabble of grunts, Klanferos. What could we possibly do to change the course of the battle? From what I have heard over the intercom, even Delvix and his elite forces are struggling in the sky.”

“You would be surprised, Alan, what the menial and the small could possibly do. The dynamics would astound one to many!”

“Okay, okay, I get it. So what’s the plan?”

“Just beyond this barrier is the enemy main camp. Rather than circling the mountain, trudging through two cragged craters, and putting our lives on the line in hope that someone will save us from these Zarnik Space Vultures, we could just pass through my artificial tunnel.”

“And just how would you know the enemy camp is on the other side?!”

“What do you suppose I was doing when my head was leaning against the window in the drop ship? Day-Dreaming? As much as I would love to, no. I was mapping the landscape.”

Alan was doubtful of Klanferos’s wit, “Oh come on! What would some random guy like you know of mapping landscape, and what would cause you to do that upon the brink of battle’s dawning?”

Klanferos tapped his Avacastian war-helmet. “Twenty years of Avacasti training, several years spent as a mercenary, you learn quite a lot!”

Meanwhile, in the open of the moon field, Commander Voussi arrived with aid. He and two other star-fighters assailed the CAZ, who were taking shots at the sergeant’s regiment. The two opposing groups of star-fighters swarmed about the field taking shots from one foe to another with the intent to destroy each other. Voussi had the upper hand… for the moment. Klanferos carved his path through the tunnel completely, and the CAZ main camp was in plain sight.

“Oh Hell yes!” Klanferos remarked. Alan peered from behind.

“Sweet! You found it!”

Suddenly Klanferos spotted a violet painted CAZ tank aiming its mighty star cannon upwards. “Ah Hell no!” Suddenly it fired a long green colored beam echoing a yellow haze.

Meanwhile, Voussi had dispatched the ground-troop’s attackers. “Seems clear to me sergeant. The enemies are dispatched, proceed with the mission.”

“Yes sir.” replied the sergeant. Suddenly the green beam approached Voussi’s ship. “Voussi, look out!!!”

Voussi was oblivious, “What nonsense is this, marine?!? I have given-”

BOOM!

Voussi was no more. The channel between he and the sergeant was static. It appeared the CAZ tank, that Klanferos had perceived, bested the unfortunate EDU commander. Remnants of his ship were carried away by dead clouds of space.

“Damn it!” cursed General Delvix realizing his comrade’s doom.

“May he rest in peace.” remarked Klanferos realizing his comrade’s demise. Klanferos placed on his helmet. “Come, the sergeant will be expecting our presence.”

“You know, that helmet clashes with the EDU armor…”, Alan smirked sarcastically.

“Shut up.” retorted Klanferos, half amused.

“What just happened down there?! Where’s Voussi?” Delvix demanded.

Captain Recknem witnessed the tragedy, “He has fallen.”

No matter what the casualties were the mission must continue. The sergeant mustered the marines, including Alan and Klanferos, and ordered them to charge into the field around the mountain and through the two craters. Klanferos was not about to accord, knowing there was an alternate and safer route.

“With all due respect, sergeant sir.” Klanferos addressed him.

“What do you want? And where in the hell is your helmet?! What is that thing doing on your head?!”

“Well, first of all, I lost my helmet, and I brought a spare, my Avacasti war-helmet. It should suffice.” Alan snickered at the Avacastian’s fib. “Secondly, I’ve a suggestion, simple and not self-gratifying in any respect towards me.”

“Well?!”

“Well, I have located a shorter route to the enemy camp, and much safer- might I add.”

“Well, show me where this route is.” the sergeant demanded. Klanferos and Alan led the sergeant to the man-made tunnel. After inspecting it all the way through to the other side, the enemy base came into view. “Very good.” the sergeant complimented him.

“Thank you, sir” replied Klanferos. Suddenly, the tank that killed Voussi came in to view. “Sergeant, that tank is Voussi’s murderer.”

“Well, hell, someone get me a damn rocket launcher. ‘Revenge is mine’, sayeth the Lord, that is until I come in. Let’s give this bastard a one-way ticket to Hell!” the callous and emboldened sergeant loaded the launcher, targeted, and decimated the unsuspecting battle tank on the spot in one large blue combustion.

Alan elbowed Klanferos, “Hey, at least we don’t have to clean this mess up.”

“Heh, indeed!” Klanferos replied.

After the smoke cleared, the sergeant commanded them to move into the field. It was an eerie sight smoke on the moon, in the dead of space, and celestial fires all in the ominous black. When they were all out there in the field in neat array, a stray laser blasted the sergeant’s leg, sending him sprawling to the ground in agony.

“Argh! Damn it! My knee cap… it’s gone! They blew it to hell! Damn them!” cried the sergeant with intervals of agonizing screams.

“Sergeant down, sergeant down. Get a medic!” screamed a marine over the intercom. There was blood leaking everywhere about the sergeant’s prone body. In place of his knee cap was a mutilated crevice spewing blood and shattered bone splinters. His flesh surrounding the wound looked as if pried open with the claws of a grisly bear- despite the fact that grisly bears were extinct in the fore-times.

“Who did this?” Alan asked in a flustered state.

“Well if it isn’t ‘Master of the Obvious’ in Camp Inane!” Motanall announced callously entering the scene through the curtain of concerned marines, while combing his flowing velvet blue hair with his slender hand. “They call themselves Purgers of Evil, The Arch-Angels Of God, The Wraith Troopers they are. They believe they will measure out justice upon the wicked. Little they know, as they hide behind their gargoyle onyx armor, they are the wicked slaying the innocent!

“Their eyes burn white flames of hate. Their masking helmets edify demonic visages, despite that the wearers are Zarnik humans.” Klanferos peered out into the dark and mysterious field. “ Their helmets and head dresses are very elaborate; the average Wraith trooper’s head dress would be diamond shaped on the cap and skull shaped on the face plate adorned by tall golden horns. They wield a great range of weaponry. Plasma swords, electro-lances, laser guns, laser beam swords, concussion rifles, heavy weapons, and hell-spawn flame-throwers.  Their onyx chest plates are ‘M’ shaped, their shoulder pauldrons are diamond shaped, and their gauntlets are spiked as are their wired shin-guards. Higher ranked have more elaborate head dressings, some capes or ornate armors. They could be called Satanic for their culture. Ah but the Prince of Darkness is all too clever. Forwards is backwards, up is upside-down, out is in and in is out, and evil is so damned good!” Motanall let a smile slip. “They say, ‘you become what you despise when you think too much of it’.”

“How do you know all this?” Klanferos asked in concern.

Motanall laughed, “Heh! Wouldn’t you like to know!”

Klanferos ignored the arrogant man, and turned his attention to the empty black field of stone. Suddenly he heard a clamorous hellish cry. In the dark abyss a promulgated long array of white flamed eyes, squinted the distance. Suddenly a black flame was hurled into the sky, and exploded. The black was gone, for the rays of the sun shined in the east. The adversary was unveiled. Standing there was a colossal army in exoskeletal armors of onyx. Their tall golden horns were silhouetted in the sunlight. The Zarnik Wraith Troopers, The CAZ, were here, this was the first Klanferos had ever seen them.

One of the demonic soldiers stepped forth from the lined rabble, unsheathed a plasma sword, and pointed it aloft. “Milk-bloods, Surrender or be brought to Justice!” The reason for the CAZ calling the EDU soldiers ‘Milk-Bloods’, is because of their galaxy’s name, The Milky Way. Most of Zarn believe ‘The Milky Way’ is such a juvenile name for such a grand galaxy, and vigorously deplore it.

The Sergeant was unconscious, Motanall crossed his arms gleaming, and Alan and the others cowered in fear. Klanferos was aghast of the cowards he fought alongside with. He stood tall and approached the enemy head-on. He was reluctant to, but knew he would never see another day of freedom if he should succumb. But he was Avacasti nonetheless, and as one was sworn in an oath to never surrender, despite that he abandoned the order, his oath would remain to the end of his days.

“Never, it is you who should succumb to us!” Klanferos rebuked the enemy.

“Prepare to be decimated!” The CAZ soldier threatened.

“Let the ass-kicking commence!” muttered Klanferos Dolgere cracking his knuckles. There were myriads of them, their numbers seemed impossible to overcome.

Ignited in fury, Klanferos charged into the abyssal field of hatred and damnation. The dark warriors unsheathed their weapons in a whirling motion all in synched time- some energy swords, others plasma rifles. The sword-men advanced the gallant Avacastian ferociously. Klanferos scattered twenty grenades into the open field, blowing up a decent number of the foe. Unfortunately though, that was the last of his grenade supply. Then he loaded his laser rifle and began taking shots. However it would take Klanferos two to three shots before he could even penetrate the enemies’ armor. Their Zarnik armor was of durable design, the source of the armor is unknown.

Damn! I can’t shake ‘em. He was slightly agitated. I need something that can bring them down once and on the spot. Meanwhile the marines stood gawking like frozen spectators. In other words, they were cowards, except for Motanall and Alan who were tending to the wounded sergeant. The Wraith Troopers hissed like relentless, mad hell-hounds savoring the scent of their prey. Klanferos prepared his weapon, as his hands trembled with dread. To fight alone, while the aid of others is potential it is one of the most discouraging things for any being to experience.

One lunged at Klanferos. Sidestepping, he evaded the blow, and with superior strength he clubbed his rifle over the enemy’s crown. This sent the trooper to the ground sprawling. Before he could rise again, Klanferos quickly fired into the CAZ’s torso where the weaker creases of the armor suit were exposed. Successfully felling one Wraith Trooper, Klanferos turned his attention to the others who were afoot. This time, however, it was a crowd charging at the Avacastian. Klanferos had to get serious, as if not serious enough. There was fear and panic in the air. Klanferos was feeling crushed seeing the enemy close in on him. He had it set in his mind to cast down his rifle and surrender.

He looked to the stars aloft. One twinkled, he stared at it. Suddenly an image of that girl, that princess with eyes of the evening sky, Emira, appeared. She was beautiful and fair. Behind her was a world in peace. There was harmony in the air, Zarn had made peace with Earth. The sun shined in union with the moon eternally, and the stars danced in brilliant celestial constellations. Everything was right. It was a universe that he and all that he cared for would be safe.

“What stays you, milk-blood?!” taunted a Wraith Trooper. Klanferos’s morale was high, and he was enraged. Snatching the dead Wraith Trooper’s plasma sword, he raised it high.

“Feel my passion!” he charged into the cluster of CAZ and began to slash away. In the midst of his flurry of fury, he blasted long ranged enemies with his rifle. In close encounters his rifle became a club. While yet his plasma sword was his mower. Men fell dead over him, he simply shrugged them off and continued to hack and chop at the enemy. His adrenaline was off-chart. “No one shall ever take me alive! The time has come to make things the way they ought to be!” He was invincible it seemed, a juggernaut. His rifle ran bereft of ammo, no problem, he cast it aside and took another from a newly made corpse. Nothing would stop Klanferos.

A commander assaulted him. The two opponents crossed blades. Klanferos danced forward, and slid his plasma sword up the CAZ’s blade length, while twirling the enemy plasma blade in a circle. Wrenching the commander’s wrist, Klanferos rendered him unarmed, and proceeded to impale him. He stood there exhausting perspiration fueling nothing more than endorphins and adrenaline. There was something in him that made him not want to stop. He had to kill to appease his urge. His lust for blood.

Before one could reckon he had slain over one hundred formidable men single handedly. The marines were encouraged and cheered. In less than a second they had taken up their weapons, and rushed to Klanferos to join the fight. “Follow me!” Klanferos commanded them, and they listened.

They assaulted from the sides, and pressured the enemy to be trapped. There were only fifty Wraith Troopers remaining, and they were standing before a deep ominous crater. The Wraith Troopers as fearsome as they were put up a good fight, but they apparently were not strong enough to best an Avacastian. “I do not fear these monsters. Let us cast them into the abyss of the crater that lies before us!” Klanferos commanded, in a hoarse mechanical voice. The reply was an endless cheer. The EDU soldiers began to jostle and shove the CAZ towards the pit. Some EDU were shot down dead, others beheaded. Despite their efforts, the Wraith Troopers were defenestrated into the crater. Each one plunged to a crushing doom. Nothing could escape the gravity provided by the Atmosphere generator on the moon. They had won round one of the skirmish.

Klanferos rushed back to the prone sergeant, who had come to of recent. “Sergeant are you all right?”

The injured sergeant coughed up blood, and the medic marine wiped his mouth of blood residue. The medic looked to Klanferos. “His wounds cannot be healed.”

“What do you mean?” Klanferos stiffened.

“His rib-cage, Mister Dolgere was shattered during the impact.”

“What impact?!”

The doctor adjusted his eyeglasses. “When the laser blasted his leg from his body, he landed upon a protruding rock, and as I said his rib-cage became asunder upon impact. Not to mention he has lost a great deal of blood. The Sergeant is dying. He has but minutes to live.” The doctor closed his medical supply case and walked away.

The sergeant clinging to a sphere-speaker with tears in his eyes told his wife, “I love you, tell the children everything will be in the right in the end.” He hung up and turned to Klanferos. The Avacastian in respect removed his helmet and fell to his knees. “Klanferos Dolgere,” he heaved and coughed, “ I must say, job well done! Never before in all the days of my short life have I seen such artistic skill in the blood lusting world of combat. I must apologize for mistaking you for a weakling, as well as the fact that I avoided to properly introduce myself.”

“All is forgiven sir.” Klanferos spoke with a nod.

“I am Clovis Bassman. I was just talking to my brother Travis, and my wife Arula. I told them of your actions this day. You have done marvelously. You will be the one to bring a change, a goodness in our world. Your courage will inspire and lead us…” he then turned to the regiment standing their diligent. “I am placing you Klanferos Dolgere in command of this squadron. Marines, heed his orders as you would mine.” he coughed up more blood and struggled to articulate his words.

“Yes sir, order is acknowledged.” they answered in salute.

The sergeant resumed, “I faith you greatly. You will be a Star-Vine to us all. All will follow your celestial path. For you are inspiration. Never falter. Promise me you will meet with my brother and show him who you are. Klanferos…” Suddenly he began to gasp, and his lungs collapsed. His soul was warded away to sail into the next dimension.

“Thank you,” Klanferos replied, “Clovis.” That word again. He thought. Star-Vine. What would come upon him to say that? Only Master Wu would call me that! Afterwards they proceeded to give Sergeant Clovis Bassman a burial on the moon, and they mourned him a day’s worth in reverence.