Ch'thyr'kahh R' Hirogen
Translated (Starfleet Standard [SFS]): Scroll of the Hirogen
Anula
Translated (SFS): Two
As it was, Gratta descended through the heavens
Upon N'noka,
The Garden of Etutheria that
He Who Governs The Universe had not created.
There, on the planet's surface,
He studied all living things.
First, He studied the Wild.
He studied the mighty K'rta Beasts,
He studied the lowly Flayy,
And He studied the merrily trotting Irro.
Then, he studied the strong M'rini Reeds,
And he tasted the colorful Chepka Grass.
Despite the lack of His touch on the world,
He found that all living things were good,
And, to His surprise, he was angered further.
How could this have happened without
His divine touch?
It defied all laws in the universe
He had enacted,
So there must be penance.
But who or what should be punished
For chance's sake?
Then, he saw Remoor, the Hirogen,
But he had grown tired of study.
Instead, Gratta took the shape
Of a Flayy, and He slithered across the ground
Up to Remoor.
'How is it you have come to life?'
Gratta asked of the Hirogen,
The mighty wondering what the freakling's answer
Could possibly be.
'How is it you have found speech?'
Remoor replied to the beast.
'I have always had speech,'
Gratta lied, as He had been known to do.
'It is you to which I have now chosen
To speak. Tell me how you have found life,
And I will be forever grateful.'
'The spirit of Etutheria has given me life,'
Remoor said to what he believed was
Little more than a creature.
'Why, even some of your very blood runs through
My body, Flayy.'
'This world birthed you?'
Gratta asked, and
Remoor told the creature that it had.
Insulted, He Who Governs The Universe grew angry.
His ire rising, he desired to punish all of Etutheria
For defying The Way of Things.
He thought of destroying the planet,
Of wiping the surface clean of all life,
But then calm returned,
And he toyed with thoughts of mercy.
For, despite Etutheria's existence,
He still governed.
His power was infinite.
His will was eternal.
Mercifully, He decided that Etutheria would remain
So long as this single being understood
Respect was owed to He Who Governs.
'What of Gratta?'
The creature replied.
'Who is Gratta?'
Remoor asked.
'Gratta is He Who Governs The Universe,'
The disguised Flayy said.
'I do not know this name. What of him?'
Remoor said.
'Have we been given his approval to live?'
Gratta asked.
'Have we sought his approval to live?'
Before he answered, Remoor looked to the sky.
'Does the cloud ask the Chepka Grass
For permission to rain?'
Incensed, Gratta changed His shape
From the slithering Flayy to His normal guise.
Now having fingers, he pointed at the Hirogen,
And He said,
'Does the cloud have speech, freakling?'
Surprised, Remoor trembled.
'Oh powerful Gratta,
I did not know that it was you to whom I was speaking.
Of course, the cloud cannot speak,
But neither does the Flayy.'
His irritation growing,
He Who Governs The Universe used His power,
And He changed the sky from blue to red
By affecting the composition of
Etutheria's nearby sun.
Remoor watched the sky turn red,
And he cried, ashamed of his blasphemy.
'Do I deserve your obedience now, freakling?'
Gratta asked.
Remoor knew that he had offended He Who Governs.
'Oh powerful one, I meant no disrespect.
I was only speaking of the events I have seen.
Oh powerful one, I give you my word
That I and the other creatures of Etutheria
Have nothing but praise for your will.
We seek your guidance.
We understand our place on the hill.
You are most powerful,
And we bow humbly to your graces.'
Despite the tremor in Remoor's voice,
Gratta wasn't convinced.
'You and your kind are freaklings,'
Gratta said.
'You have neither my blessing nor my approval.'
'I beg you, oh powerful one,'
Remoor tried.
'I beg you for mercy.'
In shame,
Remoor fell on the ground,
Offering his very life
In exchange for the life of Etutheria itself
To He Who Governs.
'I beg you to not destroy this world,'
Remoor tried.
'I have been disobedient,
And I, alone, should suffer the consequences.'
Smiling,
Gratta finally studied the Hirogen.
Remoor was tall and appeared powerful itself.
Even though it lacked divine creation,
The Hirogen might be worthy of existence.
'Arise, Hirogen,'
Gratta commanded.
'I shall give you a challenge.
If you pass one simple test,
Then I will allow you and your brethren to exist.'
Translated (Starfleet Standard [SFS]): Scroll of the Hirogen
Anula
Translated (SFS): Two
As it was, Gratta descended through the heavens
Upon N'noka,
The Garden of Etutheria that
He Who Governs The Universe had not created.
There, on the planet's surface,
He studied all living things.
First, He studied the Wild.
He studied the mighty K'rta Beasts,
He studied the lowly Flayy,
And He studied the merrily trotting Irro.
Then, he studied the strong M'rini Reeds,
And he tasted the colorful Chepka Grass.
Despite the lack of His touch on the world,
He found that all living things were good,
And, to His surprise, he was angered further.
How could this have happened without
His divine touch?
It defied all laws in the universe
He had enacted,
So there must be penance.
But who or what should be punished
For chance's sake?
Then, he saw Remoor, the Hirogen,
But he had grown tired of study.
Instead, Gratta took the shape
Of a Flayy, and He slithered across the ground
Up to Remoor.
'How is it you have come to life?'
Gratta asked of the Hirogen,
The mighty wondering what the freakling's answer
Could possibly be.
'How is it you have found speech?'
Remoor replied to the beast.
'I have always had speech,'
Gratta lied, as He had been known to do.
'It is you to which I have now chosen
To speak. Tell me how you have found life,
And I will be forever grateful.'
'The spirit of Etutheria has given me life,'
Remoor said to what he believed was
Little more than a creature.
'Why, even some of your very blood runs through
My body, Flayy.'
'This world birthed you?'
Gratta asked, and
Remoor told the creature that it had.
Insulted, He Who Governs The Universe grew angry.
His ire rising, he desired to punish all of Etutheria
For defying The Way of Things.
He thought of destroying the planet,
Of wiping the surface clean of all life,
But then calm returned,
And he toyed with thoughts of mercy.
For, despite Etutheria's existence,
He still governed.
His power was infinite.
His will was eternal.
Mercifully, He decided that Etutheria would remain
So long as this single being understood
Respect was owed to He Who Governs.
'What of Gratta?'
The creature replied.
'Who is Gratta?'
Remoor asked.
'Gratta is He Who Governs The Universe,'
The disguised Flayy said.
'I do not know this name. What of him?'
Remoor said.
'Have we been given his approval to live?'
Gratta asked.
'Have we sought his approval to live?'
Before he answered, Remoor looked to the sky.
'Does the cloud ask the Chepka Grass
For permission to rain?'
Incensed, Gratta changed His shape
From the slithering Flayy to His normal guise.
Now having fingers, he pointed at the Hirogen,
And He said,
'Does the cloud have speech, freakling?'
Surprised, Remoor trembled.
'Oh powerful Gratta,
I did not know that it was you to whom I was speaking.
Of course, the cloud cannot speak,
But neither does the Flayy.'
His irritation growing,
He Who Governs The Universe used His power,
And He changed the sky from blue to red
By affecting the composition of
Etutheria's nearby sun.
Remoor watched the sky turn red,
And he cried, ashamed of his blasphemy.
'Do I deserve your obedience now, freakling?'
Gratta asked.
Remoor knew that he had offended He Who Governs.
'Oh powerful one, I meant no disrespect.
I was only speaking of the events I have seen.
Oh powerful one, I give you my word
That I and the other creatures of Etutheria
Have nothing but praise for your will.
We seek your guidance.
We understand our place on the hill.
You are most powerful,
And we bow humbly to your graces.'
Despite the tremor in Remoor's voice,
Gratta wasn't convinced.
'You and your kind are freaklings,'
Gratta said.
'You have neither my blessing nor my approval.'
'I beg you, oh powerful one,'
Remoor tried.
'I beg you for mercy.'
In shame,
Remoor fell on the ground,
Offering his very life
In exchange for the life of Etutheria itself
To He Who Governs.
'I beg you to not destroy this world,'
Remoor tried.
'I have been disobedient,
And I, alone, should suffer the consequences.'
Smiling,
Gratta finally studied the Hirogen.
Remoor was tall and appeared powerful itself.
Even though it lacked divine creation,
The Hirogen might be worthy of existence.
'Arise, Hirogen,'
Gratta commanded.
'I shall give you a challenge.
If you pass one simple test,
Then I will allow you and your brethren to exist.'
