Wind and Fire

[gigachad]

Really good story seriously, even sad that the story is coming to an end, if it's not a secret, can you share ideas about the next works if they are planned? and yes I would like to know about your previous work if possible.

[Cthulhu]

All good things must come to an end, sadly.

Gray's mother was truly a big-shot, rescuing her little princess just like that.

[Snoofman]

@gigachad and @cthulhu

Thank you guys for your reviews and support.

My previous work was Dawn, featuring Mizol Twoface who is sheltering a human infant while non-citizen humans are banished from Union territory. Set a few years after Wind and Fire.

According to lore in the forums, I believe Greywind’s mother was working with the Emperor, thus giving her some special rights. But Rainlash does not look at her daughter like her little princess. She is merely saving Greywind for her talents.

As for future works, I have some ideas in mind. I have an ending in mind but the problem is making a story that intelligibly leads up to it. Nothing is set in stone. But I’ll give you guys an idea of what might come.

In the next installment, I plan to make a short story about Lagertha since she is now under the employ of Etetnal Endurance. One of the last chapters in Wind and Fire might feature an exchange between them.

I also plan a short story, The Experiment, in which Greywind and her Chiefs test the link between Ben, Twoface and Dawn.

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Hint: the field of stars within Dawn’s and Twoface’s dreamscape is more than what it seems. Greywind must also come clean with Ben, though does not reveal everything.

The last piece, or so I’m planning, involves Ben being tutored by Greywind and the conflicts he feels about loyalty to the Union versus his Terran roots. Upon learning that Greywind has the possibility to control him, he becomes frightened. At the same time, Eternal Endurance is about to ignite the sparks of revolution, which complicates things for Greywind who is struggling to keep the civilians pacified while keeping the Torrais in line. Even if she can prevent war, her greatest fear is what the Terran Confederation will become. The seemingly inevitable war can be controlled, but only if she seizes the opportunity now. the question is the personal cost.

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Alex, Fireblade and Beryl are coming out of hiding

[Cthulhu]

@gigachad and @cthulhu

Thank you guys for your reviews and support.

According to lore in the forums, I believe Greywind’s mother was working with the Emperor, thus giving her some special rights. But Rainlash does not look at her daughter like her little princess.

I meant princess in the traditional sense, a political/power-play/dynastic chess-piece. With her powers awakened, she is more useful alive, than dead.

The last piece, or so I’m planning, involves Ben being tutored by Greywind and the conflicts he feels about loyalty to the Union versus his Terran roots. Upon learning that Greywind has the possibility to control him, he becomes frightened. At the same time, Eternal Endurance is about to ignite the sparks of revolution, which complicates things for Greywind who is struggling to keep the civilians pacified while keeping the Torrais in line. Even if she can prevent war, her greatest fear is what the Terran Confederation will become. The seemingly inevitable war can be controlled, but only if she seizes the opportunity now. the question is the personal cost.

Revolution? Something radical like "Seize the means of (re)production!", or more along the lines of restoring the Axis system?

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Alex, Fireblade and Beryl are coming out of hiding

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Even more children for the island?!

[Snoofman]

Author’s note: The Stillstorm bit has been cut from chapter 12. She will be mentioned later on.

Also since according to Outsider lore that there is only one Oirel (Imperial Chief of Staff), only Lodestone is the Oirel while the rest of Greywind’s chiefs are Diaderets (Diadem Councilors). Feel free to point out inconsistencies in the plot if you happen to read them. Though don’t feel obligated to go back to scrutinize every detail on my account.

Enjoy!

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Wind and Fire - Chapter 30

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A number of warriors arrived at the mansion late into the afternoon by shuttle. Among them was Farseer Slipstream, four Listels and fifteen Gallens. One of these high-ranking Gallens, Sobatadi Jadestone, was currently in an exchange with Greywind within the mansion’s private conference hall while Attendant Link served them refreshments. The details of their conversation: the conversion of the creche into a sanctuary for human children.

>Reconstructing the dormitories seems easy,< Jadestone sent confidently. She pointed to the holographic schematic of her upcoming construction project. >But transforming the subterranean levels will be trickier. As I understand it, Emperor, you want us to install a new laboratory and an underground farm.<

>Correct, Sobatadi Jadestone,< sent Greywind, taking a sip of tea. >There will be an import of goods meant for human consumption. But in the event those supplies should become unavailable, we must have facilities that will be able to provide for my human wards. Food and medicine is a priority. But it must be cultivated in a contained environment.<

Jadestone raised a curious eyebrow. >Emperor, after all the interstellar traffic of goods and creatures that passes through Deinar, is it really necessary?<

>The spread of alien organisms seems inevitable,< Greywind admitted. >I am no scientist, but I have consulted my Listels on the matter. Introducing new plant and animal life could have potential hazards. Even on an island surrounded by ocean. Which is why we will cultivate Terran plants and animals in a controlled space for the time being.<

>Expanding for a subterranean farm can be done,< Jadestone assured the Emperor, taking a sip of the noilir served by Attendant Link. >But digging out will be challenging without disrupting our fellow surface dwellers here. Our underground scans have revealed a number of sizable hard objects that will need to be cleared. We are still working on an effective way of disposing future waste products. Particularly fecal matter if you intend to raise alien livestock. On top of that, if you plan on bringing Terran animals here, you are going to need space. Lots of space. In fact you ought to consider building a second subterranean farm elsewhere on the mainland should the need for expansion arise. Even after sterilization measures are put in place, the staff of this creche must be made aware of upholding sanitation protocols. And I cannot guarantee construction will be complete within at least half a tozon.<

>No need to worry,< Greywind sent. >More human children are not likely to arrive within that short of a time.<

Jadestone popped a sweet cake from the table. >That’s a relief. As for the new laboratory, it might be unwise to store the Listels’ equipment in an area under construction.< She popped the cake into her mouth before pointing to a shaft leading underground on the holographic display. >Which is why I recommend we build a cargo lift. Also with sterilization mechanisms in place. Since my Gallens and I are likely to be occupied, we might need an extra security patrol to guard the equipment stored above ground before it is ready to be moved down.<

>Spared at no expense,< Greywind remarked. >You have been remarkably thorough in your planning.<

>That’s our job, Emperor.< Jadestone popped another sweet cake into her mouth.

Beep!

Greywind activated her wrist-comm to bring up a window of one of her secretaries. "Yes?"

"Your highness," the secretary informed, "we have just received word the cruisers, Blaze and Curved Knife have just rejoined Cry of the Wind in orbit."

"I see. Send a command to Operative Livewire and her team to remain aboard the mobile capital until my return."

"Actually, your highness, there is more. Operative Livewire has departed from her assigned ships and, according to my updates, is inbound for your position."

Greywind sighed. "That will be all then, secretary."

The secretary bowed before Greywind closed the channel.

>Excuse me, Gallen Jadestone. But we have some familiars incoming. We will continue this discussion later.<

>Of course, Emperor.< Jadestone stood and bowed. She gathered her holo-display and few possessions. >Who is coming… if I may be permitted to ask?<

Greywind stood to leave. >Kindred.<

Greywind strode through the corridors on her way to the Garden. Farseer Slipstream was arrived shortly after being summoned.

>Your highness,< Slipstream sent reverently. >What may I assist you with?<

>Farseer, can you sense anyone approaching the island?<

>A moment please.< Slipstream looked around, as if staring into space. Her eyes became fixed on a particular direction. >There! I detect three signatures approaching from the south of the island. But I cannot seem to recognize them. Not from such a long distance.<

>Do not strain yourself, Farseer. I have good idea who is coming.<

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“Pull Ben!” said Clay.

After finishing morning lectures with Cotton, it seemed fitting that Ben should begin physical exercises. And since he wanted to learn more about combat, today seemed opportune to begin. Since he didn’t seem quite ready to handle a combat pole yet, Cotton suggested introducing Ben to Lishranen. The art of loroi wrestling and grappling. Now they were within the arena training alongside many of the other older girls.

Now Ben was dressed in a loose-fitting canvas pants along with a heavy tunic. Lishranen taught loroi bodily combat with emphasis on strength, stamina and technique.

“Mmph!” Ben grunted as he tugged on Clay’s tunic. Clay and Cotton were trying to teach Ben how to stagger opponents by forcing them to lose balance. He still did not quite grasp the concept of knocking one off their balance as he forcefully pulled down on Clay’s tunic.

Every now and then a few girls would glance over at the human to get a glimpse of him. It was quite comical to the loroi seeing a little male try to take down a much larger female. A few regarded Ben with minimal tolerance. Edge being one of them. But most seemed quite welcoming. In fact the instructors were getting annoyed at how easily Ben’s presence distracted the girls from training. Even more so when a few wandered over to admire the little male’s fighting. To which the instructors strictly ordered the jittery gigglers back to practice.

Cotton intervened. “No, Ben. Don’t drag down Clay down. Pull her toward you.” She demonstrated by pulling her hands to her torso. “Then hop back and pull her along again.”

It took a few tries before Ben seemed to grasp the idea. Giving Clay’s tunic a tug, he pulled her forward, dragging Clay along with her. Clay hopped along on her heels.

“Now,” instructed Cotton, twisting her forearms in demonstration, “Stick your right leg across and behind Clay’s left shin. Then tug her toward your right side, knocking her off her balance.”

Ben stuck his left foot over to Clay’s, not quite grasping that he needed to use his leg as leverage. His smaller size also made the movement awkward. Clay just stood limply as Ben tugged her around like a rag doll. Getting frustrated, Ben decided a more direct approach by encircling his arms around Clay’s waist, using his strength to take her down.

Chord, who was grappling with another, stopped to admire Ben’s poor attempt at wrestling. Especially funny was how he hopped on his heels and bucked his hips as he tried to wrestle down Clay. He looked more like he was rutting than wrestling. >Careful, Clay,< Chord sent out. >I think he’s trying to get in.<

Clay raised a curious eyebrow at Chord. >Get in where?<

>Your pants!<

The arena erupted with laughter. Ben looked around, confused as what was so funny. Clay, embarrassed, pried herself free from his embrace.

>BACK TO PRACTICE!< Instructor Copper-rod sent out. >Chord, another remark like that and I will send you to the stables to shovel shit for the rest of the day.<

>Yes, teacher,< Chord complied, focusing again on sparring with her partner.

Cotton sighed. Teaching Ben was going to take some work. “Ben, stand aside. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Ben sat on the sideline while Cotton and Clay assumed their positions. Taking a combat stance, Clay slid one hand across Cotton’s ribcage while holding her opposite wrist with the other.

“Now, Ben, watch how Clay moves as sheeEEEEE-” Cotton never got to finish as Clay jetted her foot leg perpendicularly across Cotton’s shin and, tugging her to the side, knocked Cotton off her feet.

A sprawled Cotton glared up at the subordinate. >Not yet!<

>Sorry, Listel. Thought you were ready,< Clay sent.

Ben giggled.

Cotton sighed as she climbed to her feet, assuming position. >Let’s try that again, Clay. And this time go easy.<

>I was going easy.< Clay took hold again of Cotton, ready to demonstrate technique. >You don’t spend a lot of time in combat, do you, Listel?<

Cotton answered with a passive aggressive grin, >You seem to mouth off quite a bit.<

>Fair enough.<

Ben watched as Cotton explained the technique while Clay obliged with a physical demonstration. Ben awkwardly stepped in to try it out. Kicking his leg perpendicular to Clay’s opposing one, he tugged Clay to the side, twisting his arms. Clay didn’t resist as she gave into the motion for Ben’s sake, and tumbled to the floor.

“Better,” Clay praised him. “But you still need improvement. And perhaps it would be better for you to spar with someone more equal to your size Ben. After all, this is just a demonstration.”

“Got it,” said Ben. He held up his hand for Clay. “Thanks, Clay. You rock!”

Remembering the gesture from the day before yesterday, Clay gave Ben a high-five. She blushed ever so slightly at the physical contact.

>GLIDERS!< A young loroi came dashing into the arena, catching everyone’s attention. >Gliders incoming!<

>Coil!< Instructor Copper-rod admonished the intruder. >Do not disrupt our training session!<

>But I just got word from the guards,< Coil insisted. >Some Operatives are gliding in and going to land at the shore!<

>The shore?!<

>Operatives?!<

>Awesome!<

The girls dropped their activities and began flying out of the arena, much to the protest of their elders. The instructors gave up after futile attempts to call the girls back in. It was hard to herd hysterical youngsters.

“Come, Ben,” said Clay. “We go see.”

“See what?”

“Mizol Lennai,” Clay said again and again.

“Huh?”

“She means Sentinel Operatives, Ben,” Cotton explained. “They are very skilled warriors. Apparently they are gliding in.”

“Gliding in?” Ben gasped. “You mean like Superman?!”

“Well… something like that.”

“Wow! Let’s go see!” He tugged Clay and Cotton by the hands.

Cotton laughed as she was pulled along. “Alright, gentle now, Ben.”

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The howling wind blazed past Livewire’s helmet, filling her ears like static as she picked up speed through Deinar's atmosphere. Her two comrades gliding close behind in formation. Not feeling like waiting aboard Cry of the Wind, she took the liberty of meeting Greywind before the Emperor could object. She and her team had just jumped from the shuttle inbound for the West Ginazaigo Isle, much to the pilots’ objections. Livewire loved the thrill of skydiving and was not going to miss out on this chance. The West Isle lay north far to their right. From their altitude they could see nearly the entire expanse of the island. They glided around in a large arc. They would approach the mansion from the shoreline.

>Livewire,< sent Shadow Fang. >We’re closing in too fast. We should decelerate.<

>We still have time,< Livewire sent back. >Stay in formation.<

Shadow Fang and Rhythm complied. They followed their leader as she dipped her angle down, approaching the shoreline of the Island faster. The surface of the ocean drew closer, rushing by in a blue blur.

>Livewire, we must decelerate now!<

>You decelerate if you want,< Livewire shot back. >I know what I’m doing.<

Shadow Fang spread her jumpsuits wings and fell behind. Rhythm kept descending with Livewire. But the blur of the ocean and the fast approaching shoreline gave her pause. With a spread of her jumpsuits membranes, she too was caught by the wind and fell behind. Livewire kept gliding down at incredible speed. She glided dangerously close over the surface of the water. The splashing waves nearly licked the smooth surface of her suit. The shoreline was so close now. Her eyes burned with brilliance. With force of mind, Livewire climbed upward a few meters as she slowly decelerated while using her powers to levitate her in. Shadow Fang and Rhythm would land by cruising into the water. Livewire intended to come in with style. Tilting the plane of her body more vertically, the wind caught the membranes of her wingsuit. Livewire mustered up her powers to keep from crashing into the water as she kept decelerating. She happened to see a mob of loroi rushing to the beach.

Good, she thought. She didn’t mind spectators so long as they weren’t in the way.

The waters disappeared from under her feat. Livewire swung her feet forward and used all her mental force to keep herself levitating for just a few solons before touching down on the beach.

The cheer of loroi youth washed over her.

>Incredible!<

>Awesome!<

>Who is that loroi?<

>It’s Livewire!<

>She is amazing!<

The young loroi surrounded her, showering her with praises.

Livewire’s helmet depressurized as she slid it off and stripped out of her wingsuit.

>Greetings, runts,< she sent to her kin with a wicked smirk. >Missed me?<

>Welcome home, Livewire,< one of the girls sent excitedly.

>That glide-in was incredible,< another girl sent.

Shadow Fang’s and Rhythm’s soon joined the mob of spectators as they trudged through the rolling waters. The caregivers rushed to the scene, admonishing the children for rushing away from their training and lectures. But all the children cared about for the moment was the Operatives and the incredible stunt they just pulled.

Amidst the crowd of youngsters, Livewire caught sight of a particular child that stood out with pink skin. Livewire walked up to him.

“Hello, little Ben,” she said with a grin.

“Hi,” Ben said back, Clay and Cotton close by his side. “How do you know my name?”

“The Emperor told me,” she said. “So she decided to bring you here to the island.”

“Yeah,” said Ben. “It’s been so much fun.”

“How sweet.” Livewire could really not have cared less if the human was having fun, but understood that Ben was important to Greywind. For what reason she could not guess. Though perhaps the Emperor would finally reveal why she sent Livewire on her mission to find the boy’s mother and abductors.

Speaking of which, Livewire looked up as Greywind and her escort came marching down the hill. The children and adults made way for their elder as the violet clad Emperor approached the Operatives. Livewire bowed with respect. As did Shadow Fang and Rhythm, pausing to strip out of their wingsuits. >My Emperor.<

>I see you decided to spend shuttle fuel for sky dive, Livewire.<

>Surely it comes at no great expense, my elder,< Livewire sent.

Greywind sent out to the children, >That is enough! Children, you will return to your stations and resume your training.<

The adults guided the children back up to the mansion. Shadow Fang and Rhythm gathered up their skydiving gear, including Livewire’s.

>Now, Livewire,< Greywind sent. > I see you have not returned with Lagertha.< This was to be expected.

>Unfortunately no,< Livewire answered. >We had an unexpected run-in with Eternal Endurance who snatched her away.<

Greywind was not expecting that bit of news. >Endurance?! You mean you found Ben’s mother?! And Endurance came to retrieve her?!<

>Affirmative, my elder. Though we don’t know why. If it’s any consolence, we did apprehend Hablos. He and his Delrias accomplices are being transferred to Cry of the Wind as we speak.<

>Come with me quickly!< Greywind instructed as she marched back up the hill. >Let’s continue this discussion in a more secure setting.<

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In the confines of the conference hall, Livewire and her Operatives recounted their journey before Greywind and Tempo.

Livewire's account confirmed Greywind's suspicions. It seemed to make no sense what Delrias would want with human children. But Loroi like Eternal Endurance certainly saw something useful in that.

>We would have pursued them, my elder,< Livewire assured her sire. >But Rizeladi Oceantide would not see reason-<

>Governor Oceantide was not entirely wrong,< sent Greywind. >But perhaps that is my fault. You acted as I instructed you. There are bound to be unforeseen factors in any mission. I cannot fault you for that. Consider this mission finished. Livewire, Rhythm and Shadow Fang... you have done your duties. Enjoy some shore leave before Cry of the Wind's departure.<

>That's it?< Livewire was expecting a scolding from her strict sire. But this seemed out of Greywind's character. >But was the point of this mission then? What's so important about that human, Ben?<

>You needn't concern yourself with that, Livewire. You are dismissed.<

>But, my elder-<

>You are dismissed,< Greywind repeated with a stern glare.

Livewire huffed with a scowl and left the hall with her fellow Mizols.

Finally alone with the Emperor, Tempo sent, >If I may say so, Azerein, are you sure you can trust that one?<

>Livewire has been reputed for her brutality,< Greywind admitted. >But out of all my operatives, she has the most successful record.<

>I have heard the stories, Azerein. I also have heard that she is ambitious. Driven to climb the ranks.<

>And you are not, Tempo?<

>My point is that maybe it's wise not to let a Loroi filled with so much bloodlust be given a seat of authority.<

>Livewire's bloodlust can be guided and put to good use. She has learnt to temper her worst impulses.<

>If you say so, my emperor. But what about Lagertha then?<

>Since it seems obvious Lagertha is in league with Eternal Endurance, she is a criminal and must be treated as such.<

>And Ben? Are you not going to tell him about Lagertha?<

>Eventually... perhaps. For now I shall not burden his young mind with these things. I want Ben to be happy here. So that he may be more open to his future education.<

[Cthulhu]

So Lagertha used her own son as what, a bond of sorts? An advance payment? Security deposit? I think that keeping her alive is way too lenient.

And Greywind won't mobilize more forces to catch that psionic WMD of a ganger?

[Snoofman]

So Lagertha used her own son as what, a bond of sorts? An advance payment? Security deposit? I think that keeping her alive is way too lenient.

And Greywind won't mobilize more forces to catch that psionic WMD of a ganger?

Some parents will do crazy shit when they get desperate. I'll touch on Lagertha's character more in depth eventually. Either here or in the next installment.

Keeping her alive does indeed seem too lenient. Greywind would have no problem disposing of Lagertha if she got the chance learning what she has. But she knows that Ben, in spite of his seeming abandonment, still loves his biological mother. While she is keeping Lagertha's discovery secret so as not to risk Ben reconsidering to be adopted, she is aware that Ben could eventually learn on his own. If he also learns that Greywind arranged for Ben's mother to be executed when found, how could Ben forgive her?

Greywind may be Emperor, but that does not make her omnipotent or all powerful. Sending out orders over long distances in this setting takes time and logistics. Endurance is a farseer with a mastery of the lotai. With a ship at her disposal. Maybe more. How do you hunt what you can't see? It took ten years to hunt and terminate Osama bin Ladin. On top of that, while the loroi preach unity and duty, there is political division even in the Union. Division that loroi like Endurance can prey off of. Even if Greywind were to throw everything she had at this one loroi, Endurance no doubt has friends to shelter her. Not just in the criminal underworld, but with corporate and political friends.

[Cthulhu]

Greywind may be Emperor, but that does not make her omnipotent or all powerful. Sending out orders over long distances in this setting takes time and logistics. Endurance is a farseer with a mastery of the lotai. With a ship at her disposal. Maybe more. How do you hunt what you can't see? It took ten years to hunt and terminate Osama bin Ladin. On top of that, while the loroi preach unity and duty, there is political division even in the Union. Division that loroi like Endurance can prey off of. Even if Greywind were to throw everything she had at this one loroi, Endurance no doubt has friends to shelter her. Not just in the criminal underworld, but with corporate and political friends.

That much is not an issue, it's her utterly ridiculous powers I have a problem with. This is like the mafia possessing a WMD, specifically, a (psionic) cobalt bomb. The country would declare martial law, and mobilize everyone to catch or simply obliterate them, including any sympathizers.

[gigachad]

Probably if permission for civilian adoption were given for children growing up in a society where all conversations are conducted through telepathy would be traumatic right?

[wolf329]

Late, but I finally got around to reading this latest chapter.

I can't imagine Loroi leadership being interested in having any more sanzai-proof humans around than absolutely necessary (except for the occasional fling by the more adventurous), and certainly not growing up amongst civilians.

[Snoofman]

Late, but I finally got around to reading this latest chapter.

I can't imagine Loroi leadership being interested in having any more sanzai-proof humans around than absolutely necessary (except for the occasional fling by the more adventurous), and certainly not growing up amongst civilians.

I will touch on this eventually.

[Snoofman]

Author's note: The Imperial Palace is now referred to as the Capital Complex.

Plus there are still one or two more chapters to follow. Enjoy.

Wind and Fire - Chapter 31

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Following the loroi’s reinvention of interstellar travel centuries prior, the government of Deinar was eager to cement its alliance with the Perreins and Tabens. Off all the sister worlds, Taben proved challenging to absorb into Deinar’s imperial order. Imperialism was a foreign concept to many of the island dwellers of Taben, whose history was considerably less bloody than Deinar’s. This became even more apparent when Deinar’s Imperial Council at the time attempted to annex the Tabens forcefully. Thus prompting many Tabens to form rebel factions.

To ease tensions between Deinar and Taben, Emperor Zaral Siilad initiated cultural exchange programs. Including the funded construction of sports arenas. Both at the Belerid capital port of Sezabi on Taben and at Deinar’s Imperial Seat, Toridas. It was following the grand opening of these arenas to the public that the Tabens were introduced to a number of exciting new sports. Like the Iron Will Championship, a Deinar game in which Unsheathed would forcibly push combatants out of a ring exclusively with psychokinesis. Since Taben had seen the fewest births of Unsheathed, this new game drew the attention of many Tabens anxious to see the mystical powers of the Teidars.

The loroi of Deinar were in turn introduced to a number of Taben sports as well. One of the most popular to be brought to Deinar was Waterpolo Windsurfing. Hosted every eight years at the Roio Stadium of Toridas, athletes from all the sister worlds as well as a few other colonies would compete in the Grand Waterpolo Windsurfing Tournament.

The Roio Stadium itself was an impressive feat of Deinar architecture standing since the Great Colonization period. The stadium itself was built partially over the land with two dock arms encircling a vast pool of ocean water. A small section of the circle’s band was open to the sea, giving the arena the appearance of an incomplete ring. The dock arms supported above the waters were the stadium’s primary tiers where the general public admired the events within the watery arena. On the mainland section of the Roio Stadium was the Skybox, which housed luxury sections reserved for high status commanders or well-paying guild leaders as well as sections reserved for public commentators’ broadcast.

Waterpolo windsurfing was played on the water by two teams of six players each. Contestants sailed over the waters on sailboards propelled by the winds. Sophisticated arenas like the Roio Stadium could even produce artificial winds during zephyrless weather. The objective of the game was for sailers to snatch a floating ring on a staff each player carried. The ring carrier was then restricted to steering her sailboard while she held onto the ring with her staff until she either got the ring to the goal or dropped it.

Or crashed.

Just like the way one surfer, a Perrein Blue Cap, nearly crashed into the blockade of Deinar Blades' sailboards. The Blue Cap tumbled into the water, dropping her staff carrying the floating ring.

Today's game pitted the Deinar Blades against the Perrein Blue Caps. The Blades had kept up their reputation of being some of the fiercest players within the Minzan Sector. Perrein, having only a few seas, was less invested in producing the best Waterpolo athletes. Which would explain why the Blue Caps were once again having poor luck in this year’s game.

Now the surfers scattered, trying to catch the wind in their sails to gain momentum. One Blade rode her board and snatched up the ring. The fallen Cap smacked her board frustratedly, struggling to get back into the game. The new ring carrier steered her craft toward the goal boat. The Caps mimicked the previous strategy and steered their boards to cut off the new ringcarrier. Anticipating this, the ring carrier circled back. With a swing of her pole, she tossed the ring over to a fellow Blade. The crowd awed at the quick action. The next ring carrier sailed on as the Cap surfers could not remain stationary on the waters, allowing her to penetrate the blockade's gap. The Caps steered after her but were too late as the ringcarrier sailed alongside the goal boat and dropped the ring inside.

The crowd within Roio Stadium cheered. The score board awarded one more point to the Deinar Blades. The surfer’s were ordered by the referee to their starting positions by the goal boat. The ring was loaded into a catapult.

Ka-chink! Whoosh!

The ring was launched into the air.

Beep!

The horn sounded off and all surfers released their grip on the goal boat in pursuit of the ring.

“Wow!” Ben hooted with joy, knuckles anxiously gripping the railing of the balcony. “This game is so cool!”

“Yes!” Rune agreed, standing beside him. “It… is… very… cool!” In the few days she and her kin had known Ben, they had learnt quite a few things from each other. Like English and Trade slang.

“Cotton, look!” Ben hopped higher up onto the railing, pointing out to the contestants. “Look at them go!”

“Careful, Ben!” Cotton tugged Ben off of the railing. “You don’t want to fall.”

“Ben, we want to watch the game with you,” said Spark, grinning down at the slightly shorter boy. She and her fellow three-year olds shoved the two-year olds away to get closer to Ben.

“No,” Rune protested, refusing to yield her spot. She secured her grip on one of Ben’s arms, much to the little boy’s surprise. >Ben wants to watch with his best friends.<

>I’m sure Ben wants to spend time with older, smarter girls, you seedhead.< Spark took a firm grip on Ben’s other arm.

>Who are you calling seedhead, biscuit graveyard?< Rune shot back, tugging on Ben’s arm.

>You, squirt!< Spark tugged back.

Ben got nervous as the girls began a tug-of-war over him. This had not been the first time they fought over him. And it could get frightening.

>Children, stop it!< Cotton barked. >Rune, let Spark and her fellows some time with Ben. You have spent well over two thousand solons already.<

>Cancer boat,< Rune pouted as she released Ben’s arm.

>Respect your elders, child.<

Spark smiled triumphantly as loomed over Ben from behind. “Ben, you like watching game with me?” She slid her arms over his shoulders, encompassing his upper chest.

“Uh, I guess,” Ben said nervously. He liked the loroi, but they sometimes got weird around him.

“I like watching game with you too.” Spark hugged Ben tighter as the back of his head rested against her chest. >Oh so warm. So soft. So nice.< Just touching this little human was euphoric.

Many of the other girls glared jealous daggers at Spark. She did not care.

>Hey, let me hold Ben for a while,< Coil, one of Spark’s like-aged kin demanded.

>Wait your turn! Can’t you see Ben and I are having an intimate moment?<

>I will show you an intimate moment when I tear you down at our next lishranen session if you don’t give me a turn.<

>Children!< Cotton warned. >If you do not stop fighting over who gets to stand next to Ben, I promise not one of you will be allowed to stand within ten paces of him. Spark, release him!<

>Why? I’m just holding him.<

>I see what you’re trying to do.<

>Please, Listel< Spark scoffed. >I am far too young to be interested in sex. I’m not trying to seduce him… yet.<

>Now!<

>Fine then,< Spark groaned, unravelling a relieved Ben from her embrace.

Cotton sighed frustratedly.

The children along with their caregivers and superiors arrived in Toridas yesterday. Traveling with children was troublesome even with the luxury of an additional transport to shuttle them. Today they watched the game from Roio Stadium’s largest luxury box alongside Greywind and her comrades. Being a high-ranking officer, or at least related to one, certainly had its perks. The luxury box provided the best view. Servants would enter with platters of drinks acceptable for all ages and replenish the feasting table. The little ones were especially anxious to try some exotic Toridas bites, much to the annoyance of the caregivers. >It is rude to gorge,< the children were repeatedly reminded. But the most exotic thing within the box seemed to be Ben. The girls would take turns interacting with the little human. Though it was troublesome. The caregivers had to break up the little ones from fighting over him. Even the servants of Roio Stadium could not resist the urge to catch a glimpse of the adorable alien.

Now Greywind lounged with her Diaderets and ambassadors.

>What an amazing view, your highness,< Torrai Lashret Rubyglass commented as she took a sip of her sibreg juice.

>Waterpolo windsurfing has always been my favorite sport since I was a child,< sent Greywind, taking a sip of flowery tea.

>I admit I am no sports fan myself,< Rubyglass admitted. >Though it is spectacular from time to time. Most generous of you, considering this is our first meeting. I admit I may not agree with all your policies. But your administration saved the Union.<

>I have also heard many great stories about you, Rubyglass,< sent Greywind, employing a bit of her charming tact. >Your specialty in terrestrial combat is outstanding, as well as ground-troop tactics.<

Rubyglass smiled. >You flatter me, Azerein.<

>And that is precisely why I have called you here today,< Greywind carried on. >As you may know, the attacks of Terran Raiders has been escalating over the tozons.<

>They are multiplying like pests,< Rubyglass agreed. >And should be more harshly dealt with.<

>I agree, Rubyglass. However, as the Interspecies Convention has been crucial of the military's activities, I feel bound by my honor as protector of the Union's sapients to honor their demands within reason. According to our intelligence specialists, the Terran Raiders are likely setting up bases of operations on lost worlds within the Great Wastelands, just outside Union and official Terran borders. That is why I am considering appointing your strike group to deal with them.<

Rubyglass was surprised. >I am flattered that you would consider me for the position, Azerein. But we are experts in terrestrial combat. There are other strike groups better equipped in spatial combat.<

>I am aware, Lashret. But there is more to this than simply clearing out Terran Raiders. There seems to be growing speculation within the Intelligence community that these human pirates are being funded by other humans within Terran territory. Particularly business tycoons and corporate officers. There is also speculation that Terrans within military or political positions may be involved. I pray for diplomatic reasons that the latter is not true. But still... the only sure way we can confirm these speculations is by taking these Terran Raiders captive and interrogate them.<

Rubyglass seemed to understand, taking another swig of her sibreg juice. >So you want my troops to lay siege to these pirate outposts, bring them back as prisoners.<

>Precisely. Our intelligence specialists will employ the proper means of extracting information. But there is another reason why I want to deploy your troops. As you oust the raiders, I expect you to show restraint when necessary.<

Rubyglass raised a confused eyebrow. >Emperor, what for?<

Greywind gestured toward the railing where the children gathered. >See that little human over there? That is Ben. He was raised at what seems to have been one of these pirate colonies. Warriors on Taben were fortunate enough to stumble upon and rescue him, before we took him aboard Cry of the Wind. For the past couple of nanapis, we have watched him. Cared for him. My own scions can simply not get enough of his presence. They love him. And more importantly, he loves them back. Despite the differences between humans and Loroi, I have not given up hope that we may yet convince humanity as a whole to join the Union.<

>Forgive me, Azerein,< Rubyglass had to interject, >but what does that have to do with my troopers?<

>As you systematically clear out the pirate outposts,< Greywind instructed, >I want you to be methodic and careful as you clear out the Raiders, not merely to bring back prisoners for interrogation. But for the sake of rescuing human children as well as any other captives the pirates may be in possession of. And bring them to Deinar for processing. The criminals will be placed in detention while the children are given sanctuary.<

Rubyglass was astounded by such an expectation. >Your highness, that is quite a tall order. And bound to create complications.<

>I know, Lashret. But it is necessary. The Interspecies Convention has been critical of the Loroi military's actions ever since the Great War's end. Looking for even the slightest misdeed to discredit us. If we are to win back the Alien Assembly's faith, we must demonstrate that we Loroi are capable of more than just violence. We must show that we are able to show restraint and compassion where it is deserving.<

Rubyglass took another swig of sibreg juice, swirling her glass around as she digested the Emperor's instructions. >It will be challenging. That I can already assure you of. But... if it clears out those dangerous pests in the Great Wastelands, and if it gives the aliens more reason to fall in line, then I think it is a task I will gladly undertake. My troopers and soroins are at your disposal, Azerein.<

>I am pleased, Lashret.< Greywind set her tea aside. >Join me and my family now, and watch the game with us.<

>Now that is an order I cannot refuse,< Rubyglass sent with a smirk.

Greywind sighed with satisfaction. Rising from her seat, she joined her comrades and scions at the railing to admire the game with Rubyglass in tow.

-

The game ended with the Blades winning score 7 to 4 against the Blue Caps. Following the game’s end, Greywind and her company were transported to the Capital Complex up in the foothills of Toridas. Most government offices were situated within the city itself. But the Capital Complex, second head of operations for the empire, was built around historical structures dating back to the Classical Menelos Period. Marble statues of great leaders populated the Capital Plaza. Ancient fables and war stories were etched into the columns of the Complex's great halls. Mythical warriors hung from murals on nearly every wall. An ideal place to host Ben's initiation.

A private party was arranged for Greywind’s company within the gardens of the Plaza. Night was approaching with Deinar’s rings now visible in the sky. Before festivities would begin, the loroi and their alien guests were arranged into a circular formation. At the heart of the circle’s open space stood Greywind with her Chronicler standing alongside her right and Tempo on her left. Twelve Praetorians clad in golden, ceremonial armor encircled the Emperor. Behind the Emperor was a wooden table draped with the Minnir logo illuminated by lanterns. A paper document lay on the table with a pen and a large platter of ink.

Greywind commanded silence from the assembly as she spoke what she sent, “Fellow comrades. Honorable Councilors. Distinguished envoys. My kin. We have assembled here today to witness the initiation of a new arrival into our Union. And this day will be monumental in the histories. Few humans have willingly joined the Union. And while this human shall not be the first to seek citizenship, he will be remembered as the first to be sworn in as the Fourth Emperor’s ward.” She looked at Tempo.

Tempo took her cue and called out, “Ben. Please approach.”

Stepping away from the circle of spectators, Ben was guided by Cotton to stand before the Emperor. Loroi whispered verbally and telepathically amongst themselves as Ben stopped before Greywind.

“Ben,” said Tempo. “You seem to have been born outside of our nation. But you have expressed a desire to become a full-fledged citizen of the Loroi Union. Is that correct?”

Cotton assisted in translation.

Ben nodded his head. “Yeah.”

Cotton whispered a gentle caution, “Ben, remember to answer properly. Do not say, ‘yeah’ or ‘yup’. Answer ‘yes’.”

“Okay,” Ben whispered back.

Tempo carried on, “And have you, Ben, chosen this willingly?”

“Yes,” Ben replied.

“You have not been forced in any way?”

Ben shook his head. “No.”

Tempo turned to Greywind. “Our esteemed Emperor and elected ruler. Ben has expressed a desire to become a citizen of the Loroi Union. I, Mizol Torimor Tempo, advocate on Ben’s behalf, in front of all these witnesses, and request that Ben should become a citizen of our Union. Will her imperial highness be so gracious as to grant this request?”

“Granted,” Greywind answered. “Ben, I must inform you that while being a Union citizen comes with privileges, it also entails responsibilities. And it is your duty to fulfill these responsibilities. Respect this and I am prepared to initiate and welcome you into our Union. Do you understand?”

Ben nodded. “Yes, Emperor.”

“Then I will recite your oath, Ben. Place your left hand over your heart.”

Ben did as he was told.

“State your name for the record.”

“Ben.”

“Repeat after me. I willingly accept…”

“I willingly accept…”

“To be made a citizen of the Loroi Union…”

“To be made a citizen of the Loroi Union…”

The oath continued with Ben repeating after Greywind, “I promise to obey… the laws of the ruling Council… and never willingly commit crime or offense. Or seek to cause harm… onto the Union and its member races. I swear to provide dutiful service… when it is expected of me… and will provide all I am obliged to give… for my comrades and my Union. I will never exploit my comrades… or the laws of my nation… to advance my own gain… or willingly jeopardize… the security and well-being of my nation.”

Greywind turned heel and approached the table. “Come here, Ben.”

Ben cast an uncertain glance at Cotton who nodded. “Go on, Ben,” she said.

Ben took a few tentative steps toward the table. Greywind took the pen laying below the document and signed her name. She handed the pen to Ben. Before he could write his name, Greywind tapped his shoulder and whispered an instruction into his ear. Ben obliged and jotted down on the document, “Ben Teigorastir, associative Clan Rainfall.” While it was not a legal obligation to belong to a familial clan, some loroi used familial clan names as a mark of distinction.

Finally Greywind soaked her open, left palm in the ink plate. The Chronicler assisted by holding a silver tray beneath the Emperor’s inked palm to catch drips as Greywind moved her hand over the document and firmly pressed her palm onto the paper. Moving aside to wash her hand in a bowl, Ben was ushered over by Tempo who assisted him in sealing the document as he inked his own palm before pressing it to the paper. Though had to be lifted up by Tempo since it was hard for him reach on his own.

The assembly whispered audibly and telepathically as the arrangement was made official.

Ben was guided over to the bowl to wash his own hand of the ink. Taking the same towel Greywind used, he dried his hand before the Chronicler came with a datapad featuring the same document in digital form. Greywind and Ben pressed their palms, further cementing the contract.

“Then it is done,” said Greywind. “You are now a citizen of the Loroi Union. Ben, what is the meaning of your spoken name?”

Ben shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Well, according to my Chronicler, the name ‘Ben’ comes from an old human language called Hebrew. It means ‘son’. A remarkable coincidence. And since it is customary for humans to have at least two names for the sake of distinction, and since you have no family to take care of you, I find it only fitting that you should be officially recognized as Ben Teigorastir. It means ‘First-son’. And I, Torrai Azerein Greywind, take it upon myself to be your official warden and admit you into our familial clan’s communal creche where you will be cared for in my absence. You are not born loroi, Ben. But as a Union member you are recognized as loroi under the letter of the law. Like the Barsam, the Neridi, Golim and Pipolsid. And are worthy in our eyes. Learn well, Ben. Train hard. And you will one day become a great warrior. And so you are my son. My first human son. Welcome, Ben Teigorastir, to Clan Rainfall. Welcome to the Loroi Union.”

With a whisper from Tempo, Ben bowed. “I am honored… Torrai Azerein Greywind. Mother of the nation. Mother of me.”

“Let the silence be lifted,” Greywind commanded.

The assembly erupted with joyful cheer. The few loroi not pleased by admitting an alien into their flock stayed silent as the majority of loroi cheered for the initiation of their new human member. Listels were permitted to come forward and record, both in film and memory, the Emperor standing alongside her newly appointed ward. Cotton willed herself not to cry as her smiling lips quivered. She was so proud of Ben.

“Beat our hearts!” A loroi youth called out as she thumped her chest. “Beat! Let us beat our hearts for Ben!”

A rhythmic beating of fists against chests sounded as the loroi joined together.

Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump!

The beating continued as the youngsters closed in on the center of the circle, though held at bay by the Praetorians.

“Go, Ben,” Greywind urged him. “Go be with your friends. They want to celebrate with you.”

Ben smiled, overjoyed, and ran into the crowd of youngsters. The loroi smothered him with embraces and praises.

“Welcome, Ben,” a tall loroi youth said.

“We love you, Ben,” another shortie said.

“We happy you stay.”

“Ben play with me first when we come home.”

“Ben… so… handsome!”

“Best day of my life.”

“We get our own male!”

-

Ben’s initiation was followed by a night of festivities. A great feast was laid out before the loroi and aliens accompanied by music and entertainment. A chorus of loroi played a manner of instruments. Ben recognized a few of the alien instruments Fertile Spring introduced to him. The loroi children would run into the open to dance with vigor and passion. Ben was dragged out to dance with the girls quite a few times. Especially by the older youth. In fact the elder children did not dance with Ben in as much as they showed off their exotic moves. Ben just laughed and danced with them, oblivious to the ‘flaunting’ he was receiving. Though caregivers like Cotton kept a close presence to ensure that there was no mischief. Plus Greywind firmly informed the young ones, >I gave you Ben. And I can take him away if you incline me to do so. You may play. You may flaunt. But do not cross any lines.<

The girls happily obliged as they playfully danced with their new human friend. Among the seated Greywind could detect a few youth not particularly keen on admitting an alien amongst their ranks. But one stern look from their Emperor was all the inclination they needed to keep their mouths shut. Ben was Greywind’s ward now whether they liked it or not.

Soon even the ambassadors were urged to the dance floor. The girls felt awkward admitting the aliens to join in the dance, but were mildly entertained by the impressive steps Famiris made with his three feet to the rhythm of the loroi drums. Arekka were certainly weird, but they were excellent dancers. Dermo was meager in his enthusiasm to dance, and stuck to the outskirts of the mob of children. Ziga hammered his hooved feet into the ground with gentle passion. Kablon startled the loroi as she hooted an invigorating roar, followed by relieved laughter at the Delrias’ call. Cha bathed in the waves of telepathic laughter, joy, excitement and vigor as he bobbed his rubbery head. A few of the girls even tried to command the Golim to dance as they wanted. But the caregivers reminded them sternly not to ‘torture’ the Golim by overwhelming it.

Seeing her kin enjoying the company of aliens brought relief to Greywind. A good sign of the Union’s slow but steady path to reconciliation.

The most entertaining part was when young and old made room in the Plaza for twelve dancers dressed in an assortment of colors and loose tabs hanging from their limbs. All wearing masks of colorful stripes, slashes or splotches. Each dancer carried two sticks as they took their positions. The chorus slowly began with a simple drum beat and horns barely audible in the background.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The dancers began to dance in pattern as they gently clapped their sticks together. Soon the rhythm changed and the dancers altered the pattern of their clapping sticks. The dance flowed with the music transitioning slowly from gentle clapping to an energetic smacking of sticks.

Whack! Trump! Whack! Trump!

The whole performance mesmerized Ben.

“This is fun,” Ben said to Cotton, bobbing to the rhythm of the tapping. “What is this dance?”

“This is inspired by some of Deinar’s oldest forms of art,” the Listel whispered. “It is called Lilla Sedel. It means ‘call of the beat’. This dance has its roots in ancient Deinar’s nomadic cultures. Ancient hunters would beat weapons or sticks to confuse and scare prey. Since many wild animals are frightened of loud noises, they flee from it. The hunters would surround the prey, beating their sticks, and corner it until it was right to strike. They could even beat their sticks to communicate as a form of code when loroi were too far out of sanzai’s range. Some loroi eventually learnt to make the act of stick clapping into music. Even dance.”

“Neat,” Ben commented.

Cotton beamed with a grin. “I knew you would have an appreciation for loroi art.”

After hundreds of solons of dancing, one of the dancers surprised Ben and the spectators as she bowed, offering her sticks.

A mildly surprised Cotton said, “Ben, the dancers want you to join.”

“Huh?! But I don’t know how.”

“Just follow their lead. Go on.”

“Ben dance!” Softwood cheered.

The rest of the children and even adults cheered also, “Dance! Dance! Dance!”

Feeling pressured, Ben took the sticks in hand and followed the lead dancer out to her troop. The masked dancer tapped her left foot twice. Ben cocked an eyebrow, not sure what to do. The dancer repeated her double tap. Instinctively Ben followed her example by stomping once.

The assembly laughed.

The dancer repeated two taps of her foot. Finding the pattern, Ben stomped his left foot twice. Then followed the dancer’s example by stomping right foot twice. Then left foot. Then right foot again. Then the lead dancer tapped her feet while clapping her hands in sync. Ben followed the tempo as he stomped and clapped his sticks together in rhythm. Soon the rest of the dancing troop joined in as they taught Ben the Lilla Sedel. The assembly, fascinated by the little human’s enthusiasm for the dance, complimented the music as they clapped fists against their chests to the rhythm of the beat.

Many loroi following the events of that evening would be gossiping for days of the chanting and thundering jubilee that took place within the Capital Plaza that day. And the human boy who stole many hearts.

[Bamax]

Latest review: Good apart from some typos.

The transition from historical exposition to the present water polo game was a bit jarring due to the words chosen as a bridge.

English is not your first language though right? So some errors are likely inevitable.


Another matter had no typos but it is a common thing done by more than one scifi writer:

Ben,” said Tempo. “You are an outsider rescued by the loroi.

Think about it. We do not typically call or refer to ourselves in the third person in front of others.


Imagine if white people told a black kid they rescued, "You are an outsider rescued by the White people."

Even the kid would think it odd if he knew how people speak normally.

The normal way to speak would be this way:

Ben,” said Tempo. “You are an outsider rescued by loroi."


Loroi already know who they are, using the word 'the' 'others' things or persons, and there is no need for such in front of people who already know exactly who you are talking about.

'The' is also used for titles of self importance like 'The Sisko' from DS9 and so on... but Tempo would have no need of that here since it would seem... excessively rote?

[Snoofman]

Latest review: Good apart from some typos.

The transition from historical exposition to the present water polo game was a bit jarring due to the words chosen as a bridge.

English is not your first language though right? So some errors are likely inevitable.


Another matter had no typos but it is a common thing done by more than one scifi writer:

Ben,” said Tempo. “You are an outsider rescued by the loroi.

Think about it. We do not typically call or refer to ourselves in the third person in front of others.


Imagine if white people told a black kid they rescued, "You are an outsider rescued by the White people."

Even the kid would think it odd if he knew how people speak normally.

The normal way to speak would be this way:

Ben,” said Tempo. “You are an outsider rescued by loroi."


Loroi already know who they are, using the word 'the' 'others' things or persons, and there is no need for such in front of people who already know exactly who you are talking about.

'The' is also used for titles of self importance like 'The Sisko' from DS9 and so on... but Tempo would have no need of that here since it would seem... excessively rote?

You make good points. English is actually my first language, embarrassed to admit. When you're dedicating all your brain power to writing and making meaningful storytelling, it can be easy for someone to overlook small errors. I do proofread before uploading a chapter, but I still end up missing these typo errors until reading over the chapter again once uploaded.

Anyway, I'll go back to change these eventually if I spot them. Thanks.

You also make a fine point about the transition of a historical telling to before switching back to the main story. How would you suggest I improve it?

I also change Tempo's line. I think it flows better now.

[Bamax]

Not a lot really. Just a bit of switch a roo.

After 'or crash' you could skip to 'today's game' and then weave that back into the original bridge showing the blockade and crash as player's play.

Of course it must be done skilfully, as you may or even will have to add or delete a few words.

I guess it would be easy and good to say EXACTLY whuch side is crashing into the blockade, as that would fit the last paragraph describing the two teams.

Overall it would be more descriptive and immersive for the reader... and how is that ever a bad thing : )

[Cthulhu]

Ben is making good steps towards his very own elf harem. He might not appreciate it just yet, but probably soon enough.

I also liked the sports part, it was really immersive.

You make good points. English is actually my first language, embarrassed to admit. When you're dedicating all your brain power to writing and making meaningful storytelling, it can be easy for someone to overlook small errors. I do proofread before uploading a chapter, but I still end up missing these typo errors until reading over the chapter again once uploaded.

Sometimes I wonder whether English is actually bamax' first language.
Simply don't worry about the small stuff, or use advanced spellcheck utilities like LanguageTool.

I also change Tempo's line. I think it flows better now.

You change. I approve. Flow good. Me happy.

[Bamax]

Ben is making good steps towards his very own elf harem. He might not appreciate it just yet, but probably soon enough.

I also liked the sports part, it was really immersive.

You make good points. English is actually my first language, embarrassed to admit. When you're dedicating all your brain power to writing and making meaningful storytelling, it can be easy for someone to overlook small errors. I do proofread before uploading a chapter, but I still end up missing these typo errors until reading over the chapter again once uploaded.

Sometimes I wonder whether English is actually bamax' first language.
Simply don't worry about the small stuff, or use advanced spellcheck utilities like LanguageTool.

I also change Tempo's line. I think it flows better now.

You change. I approve. Flow good. Me happy.

Ouch... thats stings!

I just assumed... I mean several writers here are from Europe. You, Janessen, I just assumed Snoofman could be as well.

Much the same way hollywood seems to think they need to import brits to play american roles while heavily reusing aging American actors.

It's almost an insult... like they think American lack talent.

I think the problem is Americans are by and large consumers more than they are creators... and what they do create is often designed solely to please the maximum amount of consumers.


THAT is why I like Outsider as much as I do... it is niche, Arioch is not playing SJW like Star Trek Discovery or Picard or any other political agenda that I am aware of.

He is just writing a fun and immersive story.

[Cthulhu]

I just assumed... I mean several writers here are from Europe. You, Janessen, I just assumed Snoofman could be as well.

English is actually my third language. But it was plenty obvious that Snoofman was a native speaker.

I think the problem is Americans are by and large consumers more than they are creators... and what they do create is often designed solely to please the maximum amount of consumers.

That's called capitalism.

THAT is why I like Outsider as much as I do... it is niche, Arioch is not playing SJW like Star Trek Discovery or Picard or any other political agenda that I am aware of.

He is just writing a fun and immersive story.

ST Discovery? Oh, you mean crybabies in space?

Well, somewhere down the line, maybe in another 5 years or so, Alex is scheduled to meet the Azerein, so we'll get at least some politics.

[G. Janssen]

I just assumed... I mean several writers here are from Europe. You, Janessen, I just assumed Snoofman could be as well.

I think Snoofman is Dutch like me. Maybe Flemish.

Janessen

[G. Janssen]

Ben is making good steps towards his very own elf harem. He might not appreciate it just yet, but probably soon enough.

It'll never work. Loroi females have human male attitudes & personalities. Physically they're attractive females, but mentally they're Gunnery Sergeant Hartman. Take Beryl: she expects Alex to behave like a cute Loroi male. Alex expects Beryl to behave like a cute human girl. As soon as they find out the truth, the dream of a romantic relationship will end.