This is the story of one of those other planets. The natives call it Trigen. Why is it called Trigen? Well, that is not a simple question to answer. T...he answer is simple enough; they have three genders, but the answer involves soooo much more than simply that. The people of Trigen are humanoid and, as such, are very much like us here on Earth. There are some distinct difference, however. For one thing, the third gender is actually not a single gender. You see, the only way that Trigens can. . surely there's been a mistake!"Trennan shook his head slowly. "There is no mistaking this, Freya. My intelligence was quite clear. The legions that broke through Talrad Pass separated. One is continuing on to the D'yoran Manor, the other is crossing the forest to your Manor." It makes no sense!" Freya cried. "Why would the Emperor want with me? What have I done to cross him?" I am not the one to ask, Freya. I know nothing of the Emperor's motivations. However, his disdain for the slave trade. ”“Sounds good, we might even be able to take a weekend trip or two.”“Plan on it. Does Kelly like to camp? Jenny and I do.”“She hasn’t camped, but I think she would be up for it. Kelly is pretty cool about trying new things.”“Kelly seems like the kind of girl who would camp. She doesn’t seem like one of those whiney chicks.”“Not at all, she’s a real trooper. You should have seen the way she handled it when we were stranded in the mountains. She didn’t complain once.”Kelly and Jenny fixed a nice. “Yes!”When we arrived home, I lugged in the goalie pads and gear, and helped Josie put everything on the drying rack to air out. The unfinished basement of the coach house was perfect for that. We’d discussed finishing it at some point, but it had never been a priority.October 10, 1993, Chicago, IllinoisIt had been a relatively quiet Sunday. We’d joined Abbie and Jason to watch the NASCAR race that was held in Charlotte, North Carolina. Bill Elliott had finished tenth, though he was two laps.