Hoeddim IV
Avalon
It was 1st February 2221 when the colony ship HVT Macau broke orbit of Earth. The goodbye ceremony had been pompous, the Empress herself giving a speech and blessing the journey. It was all joyful and cheerful and the celebrations covered the earlier scandals. Since Yobhanir III was a special world, there was also some corruption involved, especially with distribution of land and decision on where to build the capital- and who of course owns most of the land there. Also, some shady characters started selling land on their own. Most of them had no right to do so, but the special case was where one managed to sell 100 square kilometers of land to poor buying, forgetting to mention that it happened to be in the middle of the ocean. All that was behind now, some people in jail, some disappeared, some richer, some poorer.
It's a long-long road to travel upon
This was the furthest colony Normans had. It took three jumps, rest of them had been just one jump. First, just from Sol to Alphecca system. From there, jump to Soval, across the Great Emptiness between spiral arms. Finally, from there, one final long jump to Yobhanir and then, once again, burning ion drives to get to the planet. They arrived in October. It was hell of a journey, in cramped quarters for roughly 260 days, with stale air and space food. Everyone was fed up.
The arrival was worth it though. Yohbanir III was even prettier then it was in brochures. Warm, pleasant, ample sunshine, enough rain. Food grows well, people are feeling happy. This was truly a paradise on Earth. Well, paradise on somewhere in Universe. The locals started calling the place Avalon and soon, the name spread. After a year, everyone was calling the planet that- and also, the star system.
The locals were quick to exploit that. They called the capital Port Arthur and as the defining feature of the city, a special feature was constructed. Excalibur, sword of Arthur, was erected to the port of Port Arthur. Not lifesize, of course, but reaching about 70 meters above sea, with guard of the sword converted to viewing platform and pommel also serving as a lighthouse. The view was breathtaking though. Growing city of Port Arthur on one side and beautiful, blue and clear sea with islands filled with greenery on the other. It became quickly popular, especially amongst the elite of the Empire, to pose in the guard, beautiful world of Avalon as background, and post the pictures to social media so that everyone could be envious.
Avalon, in all her glory
Tragedy in Rixim IIIa
Lorenzo de la Guardia found something disturbing in Rixim IIIa. It was once a bright, shining world, with meadows and trees and sunshine and happiness. Now, it is a toxic wasteland, unable to sustain life of any kind. The crew had to wear protective gear and breathing apparatus while on the surface.
Not a pretty sight
The sight was unsettling. Walking amongst the ruins where ordinary people lived their everyday lives, some happy, some miserable. As usual. All the lives lost to the folly of sentient species. It was something that made every human realize that Normans prevented all that- and also, spread the humanity across worlds, to prevent something like it from happening to humankind. Be it self-destructive folly or an alien invasion. The Normans were prepared, ensuring the survival of humanity. It is a cruel galaxy out there, and you have to be strong to survive.
Nothing had survived the destruction of Rixim. Not even how they called themselves or how the planet was named. Nevertheless, Emma proposed and the parliament agreed that 15th of May, the day the scientists first set their foot on the planet, should be called memorial day, when humans and other species of the Hauteville Empire would mourn the people of Rixim IIIa. And other species, gone forever.
This is perfect example of showing the true results of unrestricted warfare
Other Discoveries
Yet another sentient pre-space species was found in Cursa system nearby. On a planet, called Thurs-Ophaluud by the native species, the Qix’Lufran, was yet another teeming close-to-space-flight planet. Still divided amongst the warring nations, though. None of them had enough stupidity to use nuclear weapons, so it was likely the planet will not turn out to be another Rixim IIIa.
More almost space-age species nearby
Lorenzo de la Guardia did another valuable discovery in the Rixim System. In upper atmosphere of a gas giant, Rixim II, he found an alien ship, stranded. The sensors showed that the ship is abandoned, but on a safe orbit. For now, until more info was to be found, Lorenzo was ordered to leave it alone.
This discovery needs a bit better scientist...
That was not all though. In Rixim VIIa, he found another sign of alien life. Cenotaph, but there few millennia ago, by yet unknown species. Telling stories that were so unbelievable that they must be not true. Surely. Hopefully.
There are some weird things in space...
Djomar Commonwealth
The Djomar, or the ticks, as they were perhaps not so affectionately called by the Normans, were molluscoid species. They actually had the same ruling system as the Normans did, they were materialistic and individualists, but in addition, they really hated aliens. They made it perfectly clear that they expected the Normans to leave them on their own and they seemed to be happy looking for that inward perfection.
Guys, you were doing so well until the last sentence. Bad ticks!
Normans, seeing that they are not really a threat, just sighed and left them on their own.
Djomar and some of their lands
Hoeddim IV
Struggling in their thermal gear, vision impaired by snow goggles, backpacks full of samples. Usually knee-deep in snow, and the blizzard blinding them. Hoeddim IV was not the nicest place to live, or to explore. It was by accident when Norman scouting party, led by Paseka Hauteville-Kumato, stumbled upon a camp. The dense forest just ended so suddenly, without warning- like being cut by a knife.
Hoeddim IV, totally not meant to for humans, but so inhabitable.
There was a fire. A bonfire even. And some primitive huts, covered in fur and also, with smoke coming from the openings on top of them. The locals could survive the freezing cold, it seemed, but they prefered the warmth.
It was hard to say who were more surprised, the Normans or the locals. For there were people, sitting by the bonfire, about 30 of them. From small babies to elders. They were chanting something, but the arrival of Normans spooked them. What appeared to be females grabbed the little ones and run to their huts, while the apparently male ones grabbed primitive spears and axes, apparently made of stone. From what Paseka could see, it was fine craftsmanship- and the Normans were not wearing chainmail, so it could be a real threat if these started flying. Bloodshed was not part of Norman plans though.
Some gestures are universal. Or at least, universally understood. Paseka raised his hands, showing his empty palms to the natives. He beckoned his crew of two to do otherwise. Yes, they had the guns and most likely, they could clear the clearing, but Paseka had no desire to do so. Abducting cattle, that is ok. Even temporarily borrowing one of them natives and putting implant on his head, ok also. But just killing them seemed wrong.
Instead, the Normans stood there in the blizzard, showing no signs of aggression, hands up. The locals stood there as well, covered in fur, wielding spears and axes, ready to strike. None of the parties moved. The standoff lasted for good 15 minutes. Then, the native leader, realizing he had the initiative, lowered his spear, grunted something in his language and beckoned the Normans to join them by the fire.
Relieved, Paseka lowered his hands and whispered to his crewmate: “You had some food in your pockets, right? Take it out, slowly, and give it to me”
The lad nodded, put his hand to his pocket and produced an energy bar. It was a gamble, but from data gathered from so far, Paseka concluded the natives had indigestion system quite similar to humans, so it should be safe. He unwrapped the bar, took a small bite himself and then, presented it to their leader.
Doubtfully, the male thing took the bar. He sniffed it, he held it close to his three eyes, trying to figure it out. Then, the opened his jaws and took a small nibble. His eyes widened, he took the rest of the bar, broke it to half and shoved one half to his mouth. Then, he made a gurgling sound and one of the females came out from the hut, small child in tow. He gave the bar to female, made some encouraging noises and the bar was again split into two, half being eaten by the female, the other half by the child. Rest of the tribe seemed to be ok on how the loot was split.
“Anything edible goes to them,” Paseka ordered and Normans opened their backpacks. It meant some more energy bars, some military field rations, some sweets and chocolate and also, thermoses full of hot coffee. Normans gave it all to the leader, who distributed it amongst his tribe, eating another energy bar in the process.
Then, the Normans and natives sat by the fire, sharing hot coffee and trying to communicate. The natives, still roasting some of their hunt, offered some local roast to the Normans. Luckily enough, an animal already catalogues and deemed edible (and also, eaten after the test), so Normans ate it with no worries. The meat, though unseasoned, but roasted upon fresh fire, tasted heavenly. Apparently, the natives enjoyed the field rations as much.
Paseka and company spent hours by the fire. The attempts to communicate failed, though some basic words were learned. The thing is, natives didn’t have more then a few words and human faces were different enough that the facial gestures could not be reproduced. The natives were admiring and touching the Norman gear, the Normans were inspecting their weapons.
In the end, natives stopped adding more wood to the fire. It was a sign of bedtime. The native leader beckoned the Normans to their huts, but Paseka declined, bowed his head and showed it is time to go. The leader seemed ok with the answer. As a final gesture, he took his axe, held if from the head and offered sharf to Paseka. Apparently, it was a gift. And very valuable gift, for to make an axe of that quality with primitive tools was hard work. Paseka took the axe, then thought for a bit, took a knife from his belt. He showed the sharp edge, pulled his heir and split it with the knife, warning that it was truly sharp. Then, he gave it to chief in similar manner. To primitives, it was as valuable gift as the axe. Even more so, for good Norman steel stays sharp for a long time.
Then, the Normans marched into darkness, the primitives waving. The blizzard had ended and the sky cleared. The light of the stars was guiding the Normans, for Paseka told no artificial lights yet. They marched for a kilometer, until they met with landing ship, coming to pick them up and deliver them to orbit. The same time, all the scouting teams got orders to be careful and avoid contact with the natives.
Soon, Normans departed the orbit of Hoeddim IV and continued the exploration of the system. As for the axe, Paseka Hauteville-Kumato kept it as a memoria. When back on Earth, he ordered a small sealed glass box, displaying the axe and kept it on his work desk.
Strange encounter in Hoeddim IV