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Eloquent Tales & Blues

Eloquent Tales & Blues

De : Steven Meehan
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Welcome to Eloquent Tales & Blues, where the art of storytelling is infused with original blues. On this channel, I’ll be weaving captivating tales with my own blues riffs, creating a space where words and melodies come together to evoke your emotions and spark your imagination. With original narratives and riffs, each episode will open a door to a new world. Whether you’re here for thought-provoking stories or a fun blues riff, Eloquent Tales And Blues offers something for everyone who appreciates the power of words and music. Join me on this journey of creativity, nostalgia, and soulful storytelling.Copyright 2025 All rights reserved. Musique
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    • Discovery: Return
      Feb 21 2026
      “Fenton, where are you all?” “We are heading back to camp.” The squadron leader clamped a hand on his radio and signaled his team to stop. “Jarvis, unless you’re planning on diverting us to investigate another mystery, learn how to relax.” “Don’t be snippy. Your report is the bedrock of our expedition.” Fenton scanned his squad and motioned them forward. “We’re heading back from the ruins.” “Why are you all dragging out this quick jaunt?” Shandri grabbed Fenton’s shoulder, her fingernails digging into him. “Did he actually say that?” With an explosive sigh, Fenton pushed Drew’s back, driving him forward. Drew grumbled as he glared back at Fenton before continuing his march. After several heartbeats, Fenton took a few slow breaths and squeezed the radio. “Please tell me you saw what that woman considers brief.” “I’m aware of the actual distance.” “Then stop giving us grief for the delay,” Fenton’s gaze drifted to Shandri. “Do us a favor and educate Diana on the correct definition of a reasonable jaunt.” “That’s already done. What do you have for me?” Fenton’s head swayed as he resumed. “Can’t you wait until we’re back?” “I need to know what happened to the previous colonists.” Fenton groaned and wiped the sweat from his face with his forearm. “That’s not a straightforward question.” “Were you able to discover any valuable information?” “Something tore through the colony’s perimeter and leveled most of its buildings. You’ll have to wait for our return to get our detailed report.” Fenton kicked a stray stone into the forest as he released his weapon and pulled the storage device from his vest. The added logs made the device heavier. “I skimmed enough to know you wouldn’t have approved this jaunt to begin with. The ship had limited power. I copied what I could before leaving.” “I didn’t realize you brought a storage device. How extensive are the logs? How much of the database were you able to retrieve with your portable unit?” A shiver ran down Fenton’s back as a branch cracked deep in the forest, echoing Tarian’s warning. He examined the forest’s shadows. “Well, the first entry I found was from a man named Tarian, the expedition’s leader.” “What did it say?” Fenton’s head snapped to his right while shoving the device into his vest. He brought his rifle up and inspected the undulating shadows. Fenton stepped away from the trees, clearing his throat, “He spent most of that entry documenting the forest. Then he wrote about the ‘things,’ his word, that moved inside it. We haven’t reviewed enough of the tattered logs to understand what we’re dealing with.” “Fenton, you’re more seasoned than that. What’s got you on edge?” “You won’t get all the details over the radio. All I have is what I read and a gut feeling. We’ll return from our short walk soon, and then you’ll be able to read the logs and form your own opinion.” Fenton lowered his rifle, spun around, and scurried after his squadron. Fenton switched the channel on his radio, silencing Jarvis. “Everyone fall in on me on the double!” Ignoring the confirmations, Fenton continued his march. When the last member of his team fell into step with him, Fenton stopped and leaned against a tree. “Has anyone seen anything interesting in the forest?” “No,” several members replied. Drew shouldered his rifle as he scrutinized the surrounding undergrowth. “What did you spot?” “Nothing,” Fenton’s fingers crept along his gun, ejecting the power cell. His eyes flicked to the cartridge’s indicator, and he slammed it into place. “Probably just the wind.” “Forget that.” Alec poked the bulge in Fenton’s vest. “Ever since you skimmed those logs, you’ve been different. What’s in there?” Fenton brushed Alec’s arm aside and drew in a sharp breath. “I said I’m fine. Besides, we don’t have time to talk about this. Jarvis is getting punchy...
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      7 min
    • Transformation: Founding
      Feb 14 2026

      Doubt lodged deep into Caitlin's mind over the world she had urged them to seize. Housing charts shifted weekly, but supply rosters never stabilized. Fists pounded tables in every hall as arguments spilled into the streets. Each proposal dissolved into shouting before it reached a vote. Unity became a relic of polite conversation, the way it vanished with the Federation.

      She recognized many familiar faces, all hard workers, but tonight they looked ready to turn on her. No one tried to meet her gaze. For a moment, even Quinn avoided her. As she slumped in her chair, her mind sought an answer, but she kept circling back to the fact that everything had changed. The loudest voices carried an edge she had never heard before.

      Caitlin dug through her notes and hoped the meeting would be more productive. As the clamor grew, she leaned over to Quinn, covering her microphone. "Is it too late to change our minds?"

      Quinn flashed her a satisfied grin as he patted her back. "Yes, we made the decision, and it stands."

      With a groan, Caitlin began tapping her mic, and the raucous crowd stilled, one stray voice at a time. When silence settled upon the hall, she addressed the latest batch of concerns. "Every attempt to debate the efficacy of rebuilding what was lost is a moment we cannot recover."

      Her gaze swept across the gathered colonists as she drew a breath. "While I agree in principle that things must be altered, it's a discussion that's not relevant in our current circumstances. We are shelving the idea of colonizing other worlds and reforming the Federation. We need to build a solid foundation for our home. Once we've established our new world, we'll shift our focus back to the stars."

      "You're the one who brought us here! You don't get to decide what comes next!" A man shouted. Several others rose to their feet, voices cracking with anger.

      "We cannot fracture. We need unity that holds." Caitlin raised her hands, urging everyone to calm down. When the talking ceased, she folded them on the table. "Our immediate need involves developing our new home. Once complete, we'll adjust our platforms to work without the requirement of going through the Larian hub. And remember, the Federation is gone. As my esteemed colleague said, nothing is shielding us."

      Caitlin gestured at Quinn before she pressed her palms to the table. "We have a dire need for proper ships if we're ever to protect this fledgling coalition. We must deal with our greatest threat, not gamble on distant futures."

      Nodding, Quinn stood up and greeted the crowd with a smile, "Everyone here knows I opposed this plan, but after working with Caitlin, I realize this is our only genuine option."

      "What should we do first?" asked another nameless voice from the group.

      Caitlin drew a sharp breath as she leaned forward. "We need to establish clear leadership so we can advance in a united fashion."

      A murmur rolled through the chamber, hardening into a chant. Several seconds later, Caitlin and Quinn nodded when they recognized the demand.

      "Create a triumvirate...

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      7 min
    • Discovery: Discovery
      Feb 7 2026
      Fenton peered around a tree trunk, leveling his rifle at the ruins in the clearing. He dropped his eye to his scope and studied the damaged structures. With a few adjustments, the distant images snapped into focus, pulling a curse from his lips. He touched the comm jutting from his ear and slid down to the ground. “Everyone fall in on my signal, double time.” Rolling to a knee, Fenton examined the crumbling walls. As the silence lingered, he spun away from the devastation and sat down to watch his squad’s arrival. When the last member of the squad approached, Fenton rose and wiped his face. “Anyone discover anything dangerous during the brief walk?” “We...” Shandri turned around. “Need to correct Diana’s definition of that term.” “Quiet!” Fenton jerked his thumb at the ruins. “What oddities did we encounter?” After a series of negatives rang out, Fenton nodded. He shouldered his rifle and walked through the trees toward the ragged structure. “No matter, I’m sure Jarvis is already cataloging whatever wildlife we missed. Let’s hustle over there and explore the remains of our ancestors’ colony.” “What are we looking for?” Fenton snickered as his eyes studied the path. He patted a tree and smirked at the woman behind him. “Brianna, I thought our mission was self-evident. We’re here to discover what happened to that outpost.” “Is anyone else nervous that we haven’t come across any wildlife?” Drew asked as his head spun, attempting to focus in every direction at once. Brianna shoved her shoulder into Drew’s back with a chuckle. “Don’t be jumpy.” He jumped, training his weapon on her. Brianna batted his rifle away. “Calm down! The landing wasn’t stealthy. I’m sure all the critters and creatures scampered away. Before long, we’ll run into all the mysterious things Dyrk and Diana discovered from orbit.” “Their descriptions make me uncomfortable.” Drew lifted his gun while resuming his meticulous inventory of the surroundings. “The simple reasons are most often the right ones.” Fenton ran his hands along the fragmented edge. He punched the wall and turned to face his team. With a deep breath, Fenton jerked his head toward the damaged barrier. “While there is some decay, it’s obscuring the actual source of the damage.” “What happened?” Shandri asked, examining the rupture. “Among everything else, an explosion devastated the remains.” Fenton wiped his face as his gaze slipped to the structure’s interior. “What?!” Alek stalked to the gap and traced the devastation arrayed along the breach. “Why would our ancestors bomb themselves? What could have prompted that decision?” Fenton pointed at a building in the distance. “Morris, you take Brianna and Shandri and inspect that structure.” “What’s our job?” Drew asked. Fenton shook his head and gestured at another form. “We’re examining that.” The skittish man squealed as he leapt back from the colony wall...
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