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The Second Five Year Plan, Part 1
  • "The Second Five Year Plan, Part 1"
    16th Naomi, 6 (2183)
    Buri Of Unity

    She's busy.

    Her office is covered in drawings; mainly concept details for the new technologies She wants to implement now that they have the reactors. Buildings reaching to the sky, massive vehicles in tunnels that looked like they could carry hundreds of people, huge ocean-going cargo vessels, space stations and satellites, moon bases and asteroid bases. I sneak up behind Her, and look over Her shoulder, working on a drawing of... I'm not sure what it is. It has a lot of gears. She was either so into Her work that She hadn't noticed, or She was pretending not to notice. Either way, there was only one thing to do.

    I slip my tongue in Her ear.​

    "Buri!" She laughs, but let's me linger. She'd never tell anyone else, but She loves it.

    I lift Her out of the chair, one arm pulling Her close, the other up between Her legs, just the way She likes; She wraps Her arms around me to make carrying Her easier. Another thing She'd never admit She likes this to anyone else. "Come, you haven't even had breakfast."

    She smiles to me. "Buri, I'm very busy."

    I nuzzle Her as I take Her outside. "But not that busy."

    She nuzzles my chest as I put Her down besides Rivkah's fire, and she sorts out where Her dress had gotten messed up. "Buri, you know I have to work on the next five year plan. I have to announce it next week."

    I sit besides Her. "You can tell me all about it over food."

    She does Her cute little eye roll while smiling thing, and leans towards me, taking my hand. Riivkah returns with some green stuff, roasting some kind of lizard.

    She shrugs. "Couldn't find any of those tasty furry things."

    Naomi hugs our daughter, before taking the green things. "It's alright, thank you Rivkah."

    I stretch out, and She sits with me, resting Her back against my knee.. Rivkah joins us, poking her mother. "So, why are you spending all day in there?"

    "It's not quite all day."

    "Mum."

    Naomi laughs. "I'm putting together my proposal for the next five year plan."

    "And?"

    "It's a surprise."

    "Do you want us to guess?"

    I love Her smile. "Sure." She laughs.

    I think about the drawings on the walls. Most of them were wheeled vehicles. "People transportation?"

    "It's a substantial chunk, yes." She nuzzles me, then looks into my eyes. "What's wrong Buri?"

    I return Her gaze. "I'm just... I'm not sure what the place for Xenaya is in a world of cities and vehicles."

    She takes my hand. "It's worrying you."

    "I have no doubt that life will be better for all these things. But I worry something will be lost." I lay us side by side on the ground. "What becomes of a society in which people no longer feel the warm earth beneath their feet, and instead the cold of metal? Of people so focused on a destination, they miss the journey?"

    A tear falls from Her eye as she sees I am really talking about Her. She throws Herself into my embrace. "I'm sorry for neglecting you." She nuzzles me.

    Rivkah bolts upright with an idea. "Tree houses."

    We look at her.

    She continues. "Yeah, tree houses. What if we were to integrate our constructions into the natural world, instead of imposing them on it?"

    Naomi's face changes to Her focused thinking expression. She turns to the dirt, and sketches with a stick.

    "Yes... After all, the core of the tree could be hollow, the volume available for pumping the nutrients upwards would still be sufficient... Could use the leaves as solar panels and for water collection..." She looks at Rivkah, and smiles. "Brilliant idea."
     
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    The Second Five Year Plan, Part 2
  • "The Second Five Year Plan, Part 2"
    Nightfall, 20th Naomi, 6 (2183)
    CEO Naomi Of Unity

    I hand the projectionist the finished drawings. "They are all numbered and labelled, in the order I would like them displayed."

    The Shomba squawked their acknowledgement. "Sure."

    I turn to the campaign stage. It had been the easiest election; benefits of no one wanting to run against you and all that. Now I just have to show off the ideas. The crowd eventually stop talking. Technically, there are still a few minutes to go. She approached the lectern. No one seemed to mind. "Ladies and gentlebeings, I would like to say in a few minutes I will begin my address. Please find your seats."

    The crowd respectfully sits, and the moment reminds me of Mum's public speaking lessons, specifically the one about learning public speaking with a mouthful of rocks and trying to talk over the volume of the sea. Although we couldn't do either. I look out at the auditorium, filled with people. Ancient Greek construction principles had been followed, the layout meaning the best ability to carry the voice; quite important when you are relying on vocals alone. Thankfully I have a sound system linked into my Synthesiser for the radio broadcast. I wonder what the ancients would have thought of such a device.

    Think about it later, no time right now.

    "Ladies and gentlebeings, it is my pleasure to accept your decision to appoint me as Chief Executive Officer of Life2.0. I will now outline my vision for the next five year plan, after which you will be invited to vote on the proposed plan as shareholders in our new MegaCorp." She paused to look at the projectionist, who laid on the first film sheet on the overhead projector.

    I was taught that when making a speech, think of each section as a room in a house, and you are leading a tour of the house. Then move around the stage as one moves from room to room; it serves as a memory aid. First room? The overarching goal. The vision.

    "The Mission of Life2.0 is this - New Life. We will pioneer areas of habitat construction, terraforming, technological enlightenment, uplifting and genetic engineering. In time, we will look upon the worlds we will shape, the life we make. To get there, we will need technology."

    She looked again at the projectionist; a vision of a levitating train inside a tunnel appeared. Second room.

    "Unity is a world rich in resources. to connect these resources to our manufacturing and to our people, new ways of transporting people, Minerals, Goods and Alloys need to be developed. This is a mag-lev train, within a vacuum tunnel. These trains will be able to carry hundreds of thousands of kilograms of people or materials at thousands of kilometres per hour, powered by reactors like the one we unveiled earlier in the month. Our world will be interconnected like never before."

    The projectionist puts the next slide up. An artificial ring around a planet. "This is a Dynamic Orbital Ring. The mathematics of how and why it works were calculated on my world almost a hundred years before contact with MSI, however one was never built; instead it was decided to wait on the more technologically difficult Space Elevator. Having built up our planetary industrial base, we shall ascend-" glancing at the projectionist, who quickly swaps to the next side, a huge rocket billowing clouds of steam"-into space using rockets of our own make, where we shall build this first ring around our world."

    She pauses. "We are going to make space as accessible for normal people, as going on holiday is."

    The eyes of a world on me, I stride to room two. The projectionist puts up the next slide; a tall tree serves as the core of a house. "This slide one week ago looked very different, but my two favourite Xenaya gave me a better idea a few days ago. This house is a plan I would like to roll out for everyone who wants a house like it. As we look to the future and use the resources of the natural world, we cannot forget that we are part of the ecological cycle, and we must act in a way that avoids harming our home. This house therefore seeks to integrate itself into the environment. The centre of the structure may look like a tree, but it is actually a rain water and solar power collector. Likewise the walls are insulated so well that body heat alone is sufficient to keep it warm in winter, with ventilation that keeps it cool in summer, with the principle of efficiency guiding everything."

    Another look to the projectionist, and a slide of a reactor appears. She nods, and the next slide shows a large automobile plugged into a house. "A curious fact is this; the highest peak energy demand a typical person needs is actually for transportation, but this is for an extremely small amount of time. My solution therefore, is to put the power for the home in the automobile, and use it for both. A small reactor, approximately twenty kilowatt electrical, mixed with electric motors propels the vehicle. When not in use, it powers the home and provides heating."

    I nod to the projectionist again. A much smaller vehicle appears. "The overwhelming majority of journeys in the real world are short enough that they are fine for battery powered vehicles. These can be charged by the reactor in the primary vehicle when it is not in use. These two principles can be generalised and extended." The next slide shows industrial equipment, and the slide after that ocean-going vessels.

    Third room.

    The next slide shows a laboratory, filled with plants lifted in the air, mist sprayed at their roots. "The use of aeroponics will make our farms far more efficient, and able to produce food in space." Change slide; a genetically engineered mushroom, it's fruiting body a slab of steak, grows alongside a plant with eggs for fruit. "Adding genetic engineering to this will allow us to feed everyone, not just herbivores, by splicing meat-growth into the fruit of plants and fungi."

    She gauges the room. Not so good a reaction. "If anyone has a better idea for feeding our carnivorous friends in permanent space habitation based on near-future habitation that doesn't have the luxury of room to hunt prey, feel free to come down and share. I would also point out that we can also splice producing pharmaceuticals into these hybrids, allowing for very easy production of some health treatments."

    The projectionist puts up the next slide; a fabricator. Hopefully this would go down better. "To supply our need for Consumer Goods, it is logical to rely on distribution of feedstock for manufacturing directly to people's homes, and doing the manufacturing there. While not capable of making everything yet, fabricators are a technology on my world that date back almost two centuries since their first development."

    Final slide; a restatement of the technologies being aimed for. "My goal is to give anyone who wants it a better standard of living, and push for continual progress in improving our lives, while also focusing on sustainability and expansibility. I thank you for listening, and I remind you that as shareholders you have the right to vote on each stage as to what you approve and disapprove, and to propose amendments. We do have to also insist on timely replies so that we can get started, and therefore the voting closing date is the thirtieth of Naomi."

    The crowd begins to talk among themselves. I leave the stage, wondering what people will think.
     
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    Meanwhile
  • "Meanwhile"
    2183/02/07
    Valerius Albanius

    I sigh as I look down at the factory floor beneath me. Thousands of Indentured Assets labour to produce Pacification Assets of various types. I think back to my father telling me that while it was sad of course, sometimes their charges could need guidance in the form of the reminder of the firm hand of correction.

    But he was gone now.

    I feel all this as just the weight of a burden.

    I had never wanted the family subsidiary. But, the shuttle crash last week had put his family in an awful position, and now here I am, managing a factory of death.

    They were as gods to these primitives, and what did his people do with them?

    I've done my fair share of exploiting of course, no Olinbar hasn't, but now this?

    I look at the shop floor quietly.

    A reptilian trips on a cable while carrying a finished Asset. Wince as the Asset crushes the lizard's hand. No one stops to help. Bring up the file on his display; Faragulek. Notional Debts valued at 60 Energy Credits, real debt long repaid. The cost to treat him wouldn't be a noteworthy fraction of an Energy Credit, but it'll be another month's wages for him.

    He's pushed the Asset off, now he's looking at his shattered hand, trying to compartmentalise the pain. He's looking at the other workers. Tries to stand. He stops. He mouths something. I tap into the monitoring system to pick it up; by the time I look back, the lizard has cut his own throat with his claws on his good hand. I find the sentence.

    "I'll never pay it off."

    Everyone else walks on by, barring one person collecting the munition shell. His body will get cleaned up eventually, but right now no one wants to risk being caught not working. His eyes are wide and empty as the blood pools on the floor.

    I look, even if no one else does. "Is this my legacy?"

    I review the financials. Margins are too tight to take care of the workers; the leasing fees from the main corporation are so highly there's barely any profit in them as it is. Of course it would be - they know exactly how much he can afford after all. My father was so proud of the family subsidiary, but in the end, he was just a tool of the company. The same way they are.

    Something snaps inside me that day. This must end.
     
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    The Second Five Year Plan, Part 3
  • "The Second Five Year Plan, Part 3"
    1st Buri, 6 (2183)
    Monica, (
    Head Of Department - Human Relations)

    I knock on the door, then stand back. "Naomi, you can stop worrying now."

    Moments later, the door is flung open. Her eyes are wide. "Good news?"

    "Shareholders approved almost everything."

    She breathes relief. Pauses. Calms her nerves. "That suit really looks you."

    I smooth out a crease in my dark grey blazer. "I know, I feel so much more business-like in it." Then ruffle my hair. "Do need to sort this out, but I don't know what I should do with it."

    Naomi smiles, runs a hand through her own braids. "Life is a lot easier with sorted hair. Makes you feel more put together."

    "Maybe I should keep it a bit wild. Or dye it red. Don't want to be too corporate."

    "Absolutely. And red would suit your personality." Naomi laughs, before turning serious. "What got refused?"

    "Well, they refused the orbital ring as Daas was asked about the feasibility and he said it would take two decades if they start now. And the various artisan guilds vetoed the Consumer Goods being manufactured in the home idea. But the main stuff we wanted passed the Shareholders."

    "We at least got the approval on the mission of Life2.0?"

    "Yep."

    Naomi does that seemingly out of body thing that she does when focused, before turning back to the table, picking a pen. "Well, I have work to do on planning."

    "Yes you do boss. No pressure. One last thing. Heinrich asked me out on a date, do you think I should take him up on it?"

    Naomi looks back at me. "Well, he's very egotistical, and his sense of humour is odd. But he does care about his people."

    "And is rather handsome."

    "Hmm... I..." She shakes her head slightly. "He's far too clean shaven for my taste."

    I think about fur-covered Buri as I try not to laugh. And fail. I double with laughter in fact. "Buri couldn't even know what shaving is!"

    Naomi smiles as she thinks of her husband. "Yes. So True. And I wouldn't want him any other way."

    I lean on the doorway. "So, permission to leave my post and spend some time with ze German?"

    She's still smiling. "Ja."
     
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    Background Lore - 5
  • On Ranks And Titles

    The formalisation of the leadership structure now begins to take on a definitive shape.

    Corporate Governance:​

    Shareholders

    The top of the pyramid consists of the Shareholders, who are everyone in society; your Shareholder ID is equivalent of citizenship, available to anyone, and alongside a living wage of Food and Consumer Goods (etc.) entitles you to dividends and one voting share in corporate governance matters. Shareholders get votes on who the CEO is, and prospective CEO plans (which are submitted anonymously, to ensure the focus remains on the content of the plans and not a popularity contest) Members of the Board, and their own plans. (this time, without anonymity; the Board are accountable to what they put forward in their plans)


    Board Members

    The second rung is the Board, which is broadly equivalent to the Council from Galactic Paragons, but expanded. Selected by suitable means, the Board consists of representatives of each race, plus the roles of the Council, plus the other Department Heads, and are responsible for hitting KPIs and running the bureaucracy.


    Chief Executive Officer

    Head of state role, directly accountable to the Shareholders. The bulk of the job comes down to providing a vision that inspires the Shareholders to pick their vision, and then implementing it.


    Heads Of Department

    Heads Of Department oversee their Departments. The main roles that are in Pre-Galactic Paragons Stellaris are the Scientists, with each field of each type of the three categories of science having their own Department Head, and a budget assigned to them that they split according to Shareholder requests, Arch-Imperator's requests, CEO requests and Board requests.

    This obviously has very little correlation with Stellaris tech research, but that's because Stellaris tech research is... Not my preference at all. I prefer research that is much more like Space Empires V, where you assign a research budget to the fields you want to develop. (alongside having a non-state directed research pool going on that represents private sector activity)


    Governors
    At this stage, Life2.0 only needs Provincial Governors, but in time will expand into Provincial, Planetary and Sector Governors.


    Military Governance:​

    Military roles, as discussed earlier, are outside the normal governing channels.

    One of the errancies of the modern west is the belief that a military should look like the people they defend.

    Which is stupid; they shouldn't, nor can, bcause the military has a critical function that they are willing to kill simply because someone higher up said to kill; that trait should be disturbing. If that trait is in the representative population, something is psychologically wrong in that population.


    Arch-Imperator, Arch-Imperatrix - or, Primus/Prima

    The man/woman in the position of Commander In Chief. In the event that the CEO is also Arch-Imperator, then Primus is used. Naomi's assumption is that she will be the first and last Prima.


    Imperator, Imperatrix

    As with HaMaadimi Imperium, the title is as per the Roman Republic, "Commander". Promotion method is promote the badass/promote the respected.

    Her methodology of warfare recognises that as a revolutionary militia, they are extremely susceptible to decapitation strikes. As a result, she envisions not a chain of command, but a hydra of equals, where even the lowest private can do anything she can do.

    Once the first hydra is ready for deployment, it will deploy into self-replicating units, where every severed head becomes a new hydra of its own; each soldier-officer assigned to a location - could be a ship, a station, a habitat, a planet, anything - and repeats the same process by which Naomi siezed the ship. Come the Great Revolutionary War, MSI will not face one revolt, but a thousand.

    And even if only 1% of Naomi's thousand succeed, MSI now faces ten Naomi-tier Leaders, plus Naomi herself with Buri, Odoos, Ykrett, Rhizome etc.

    And Thando.​
     
    First Flight
  • "First Flight"
    12th Buri, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah Of Unity

    I'm sat in the co-pilot seat as Mum preps the shuttle. Just us two, and the cargo of asteroid mining robots that are connected to a simulator back on the colony; miners will operate the drones with virtual reality equipment while safely still on Unity. They won't work quite as well as they do on the surface because the lightspeed time delay meaning the responses are a few seconds delayed, but they've been working on robotic miner input coding to compensate for it. Now we are flying the prototypes up to the ring system to do some testing.

    If it all goes right, these prototypes will set up a teleoperating station up here, and we can use it as an orbital base by using the ring's material for supplies. Apparently it should be a lot easier than how they did it on Old Earth; they had to use the Moon, so it was a three day trip and needed a lot more fuel.

    It's funny how quickly things are changing now that my Mum is effectively in charge of decision making; it was only a few years ago miners meant people with pickaxes. Now it's remotely operated drills and stuff.

    Mum sits next to me, but she contacts traffic control. They talk, and soon the siren sounds to tell the flying members of the colony to land. She turns to me. "Set our ascent at fifteen degrees above horizontal, we'll use only a little throttle until we are ten kilometres up and far from the colony."

    I look back at her. "Why not just light the afterburners and go up?"

    She smiles. "Firstly, that would give us lots of altitude, but not much distance traveled. It's the prograde velocity which balances out the planet's gravity and means that we reach orbit, and not crash back down. Think of it as trying to fall around the planet, not back to the ground. Secondly, it would waste fuel by pushing so hard and fast against the lower atmosphere, when being a bit more patient saves a lot of a resource that's very difficult for us to replace."

    "I thought you said we can make fuel for rockets?"

    "There's lots of types of rocket fuel. And the kind that these shuttles use is a little bit beyond our technology right now, so, we have to make the most of it."

    "Ok Mum."

    She smiles again, and starts pressing buttons. "Mum, how do you know how to run one of these?"

    She stays silent. Thinking face on. "I... Picked up a few hints and tips, and MSI are cheapskates who reuse the same interface over and over again to reduce costs."

    "Where from?"

    She looks at me. "How much has Dad told you about Mum's past life?"

    "Nothing. Why? What did you do?"

    She looks very uncomfortable. Very sad, until anger burns in her eyes. "When we were slaves, I was a Companionship Asset. Spent ten years doing it at a shipyard. That's how I know."

    Part of me thinks I shouldn't ask. But I am curious... I ask. "What's a Companionship Asset?"

    She closes her eyes. "Their euphemism for prostitute."

    She hasn't taught me that word. She looks at me. She looks very conflicted.

    Eventually she closes her eyes. "It means people paid my slavers money so that they could have sex with me. And not only a few, but thousands and thousands of them."

    She focuses on the task at hand, and we take off, blazing gently into the sky. Mum puts the shuttle into a stable ascent path, and starts to cry. I reach out and hug her.

    "Rivkah, you guys... Your generation, hopefully you will never truly understand what your parents generation went through. They did unspeakable things to us. And that's why we are pushing ourselves so fast to try to rebuild here, because somewhere out there are enemies who will work you to death, and then use your skin as their rug."

    I'm fairly sure she isn't joking. It isn't her way. But I feel a sense of dread...

    Dad, Aunt Vaki, they don't really have any stories of MSI. They were only on the slave ship. But the others... I suppose like Mum they keep it buried inside. They don't want to scare us.

    What kind of enemies will I face, that they can make my Mum afraid?

    The sky outside is starting to get less blue. We're high above the clouds.

    Mum smiles. "Now, we can light the afterburners."

    She presses another button, the shuttle shakes, I'm pinned to my seat, it hurts. Mum is looking at the instruments and a calculator, doing numbers. I'm starting to see stars. She glances at me, before throttling back a bit. I feel better. "We're now on a suborbital trajectory. Once we're in space, we'll burn prograde a little bit more to circularise. Then we pick a suitable test object in the ring, and get to work."

    A while later - Mum lets me go for a nap - I wake up.

    I'm floating. She's undone the buckles for us, she's right up against the windscreen, I join her. Well, I try to, but swimming doesn't seem to work... I pull on the console. Too much, ouch, I hit the screen...

    I'm a little dazed, Mum slows me down and holds me still. I look out the window, and...

    Wow. The view...

    She's rolled the ship. I can see my homeworld in a way I never dreamed of. It's so round, and so white and so blue, and it fills half the view. "Where are we?"

    "We're above the uncharted far side continents right now, but we'll soon be coming up on the western side of our home region. Few more minutes at this altitude."

    "How fast are we going?"

    "Just under eight thousand kilometres per hour."

    "How fast is the buggy?"

    "About a hundred and twenty kilometres per hour, top speed. Although you've only seen it do about thirty kilometres per hour, your Dad is a gentle driver."

    I look for the colony. I can't find it yet.

    "It would stand out a lot more at night, but I don't think the settlement is big enough to be clearly visible from here." She - so much more gently than me - pushes off the window, catches the chair. She's looking at the scanners. "Coming up now."

    I search frantically, but we're just too far up.

    "Come back to the seat Rivkah, time to switch the artificial gravity back on, we have work to do remember."

    I very lightly push off the window, and sail back over the console. Mum puts the gravity on at a low level to help me, and back to normal once I'm landed. She shows me the astrometrics. She's running through the detected objects to find one big enough for us to use; eventually, she finds one. She starts to plot the navigation, adjusting the display until she finds whatever it is she is looking for.

    "Why don't we just point ourselves at one?"

    "Then we'd miss. Think of traveling in space as a dance. You have to relate to where your partner will be and how they will be moving when you get to them, and if you just fire the engines up, you could easily miss them completely." She pulls me close. "So, what we do is we adjust the inclination of our orbit to match the target, and use our higher velocity, lower altitude orbit to catch up to a slower moving but higher object, then match velocities once at the intercept point."

    A small burn in the anti-normal direction matches the inclination, but it's a two hour wait until Mum's low fuel burn transfer window. We spend the time looking out the window, and practicing moving in microgravity. It's a lot of fun, especially when we turn the lights off and practice hunting exercises.

    A little while longer, and we are at the intercept. Mum finishes the matching velocity burn, and points the ship parallel to the rock. It's roughly two hundred metres long. She engages the maneuvering thrusters, and slowly moves us in until to docking clamps grip.

    "Ok Rivkah, I need you to stay inside and handle things in here; I don't want you to accidentally jump into space. I'll deploy the miners, we will keep an open channel." She turns back to the comms system, presses more buttons. "Naomi to mission control, we have docked with a suitable asteroid. Deploying the mining robots now."

    "Positive Naomi, standing by for your next communication."

    Mum makes her way to the airlock.

    "Mum, what do I do if something happens to you?"

    She comes back over, and points at one of the other displays. She presses more buttons. "this is the tractor beam. I've set it to scan for RFID tags, as there will be one in the envirosuit. Pan the camera, find the only RFID tag outside the ship, then press this blue button here. That will pull me into the cargo bay." She nuzzles me, then heads for the airlock again.

    I start reading the technical manual; I know Mum or mission control will talk me through anything I have to do, but it would be useful to at least know how things work. Occasionally move the scanner to keep an eye on Mum.

    It's boring.

    Several hours pass of Mum unloading the robots and getting them in position, then setting up the comms relay. Thankfully other missions have already put communications relays up, so it's easier.

    Eventually, she comes back in, sits down, stretches her legs. Back on the comms. "Naomi to mission control, we are live, over."

    "Positive Naomi, we are reading visuals. Beginning a mining test now."

    I don't hear anything. Just a very slight rumble through the floor. "Mission control to Naomi, we have contact and are drilling, mission accomplished."

    "Positive mission control, shuttle one is returning home."

    Mum unclamps us from the robotic miners. Soon they'll have a shelter dug out the rock, and the next team will come up with people to make our first orbital station a home. Mum burns normal to get back to the orbital plane that takes us home, and then lights the thrusters retrograde.

    I'm glad to be going home. Mum points the shuttle at Unity while we coast back to the atmosphere. I'll never forget this sight, it's breathtaking.
     
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    Thoughts
  • "Thoughts"
    15th Buri, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah of Unity

    I sit on the edge of a cliff, looking out over the sea. Deep blue covers the horizon. There's a forest behind me, but I'm not worried - I'm the biggest predator for kilometres around.

    After the flight, I wanted time to think.

    Like, really think.

    I told Mum that I was going to go for a while to think things through. She nuzzled me, and let me go.

    So, here I am, three days sprint from the launch site. Which itself is a train journey away from the colony; while the shuttles can launch from the colony, the rockets we're working on developing can't be, they break windows and shake houses.

    Me though, I've reverted to nature. A fair few people have - if MSI come, they will take the colony and main settlements, and hopefully ignore the Wildfolk.

    A branch snaps behind me.

    Turns out I'm not the biggest predator in the forest. Big lizard, quadruped. Huge jaws. He/she/it tries a threat display. I immediately respond in kind, show off my sabres, roar as loudly as I can.

    He's wary. Or at least, I think it's a he, who knows.

    He's circling, eyes on me. I roar again, then snarl, pouncing towards him like my Dad would.

    He's moving off, fancies eating something else that isn't as willing to fight back, and just like that the law of the jungle means we both walk away.

    Having defended my territory, I lay back down. It makes me think.

    Dad? The beast wouldn't have challenged him. It's only because I'm not fully grown yet that it challenged me.

    Mum? The beast would attack her. She can't even roar.

    But then, Mum is so much more lethal; she'd have her sword and firearms on her this far out. His best hope was Mum to only use tranquilisers, but she probably wouldn't for not knowing the dosage.

    The Minamar scare Mum.

    So, maybe the best response is to scare them back.
     
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  • "Actions"
    21st Buri, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah of Unity

    I pause my run; a distant roar sends a chill through me.

    It's joined by louder gunshots.

    I think back to Mum's training, how you can tell guns by the sound. It's a semi-automatic firearm, enagement pattern is four shots, then pause to assess, then four more shots.

    Something has really upset Mum.

    Another roar. It's Dad. It's not the normal roar though...

    More gunshots. I count them; three sets of four.

    Or, in other words something has pissed her off enough she's just emptied her magazine.

    I sprint towards them.

    It's eighteen seconds until Mum starts firing again, back to normal firing pattern.

    My body is pounding as I push myself through the undergrowth.

    Another roar; it's Dad, but I don't recognise the expression.

    It must be pain.

    More gun shots, but the pattern is interrupted. That means Mum is within melee range.

    My lungs are screaming for air, but I can't stop.

    Thick vegetation. I don't have time to go around, I close my eyes, shield my face and charge through.

    Dad is hurt.

    Badly - swarms of lizards are all over him. A horn is tattered, his right arm is being eaten as he tries to shield his face. Mum's cutting them down as quickly as she can too.

    I pounce to Dad, my bursting onto the scene distracting them. I exploit their surprise for everything I've got. If I was fully grown I could eat them whole, but there's so many of them... I slash, bite, kick, gore any I can reach.

    Then something else roars. It's big. And also far.

    It scares the lizards off. I get Dad up on his feet, but he's in no shape to run now, his right arm hasn't got a chance of taking his weight, and bloodloss could easily finish the lizards' work. And we Xenaya can't run bipedally.

    Mum looks at me; she's out of breath, spent casings cover the ground around her.

    Mum looks at me. "What's-" breathes "-our plan?"

    I look at Dad. "We have to get him out of here."

    He's weighing it up. Another roar drowns out the beginning of his sentence. "-save yourselves."

    Mum lays by his side, tears her dress as a makeshift bandage to try to stop the blood. "We're not leaving you."

    I look in the direction of the roars, and above the thickets, I see something big and scaled moving. "It's here."

    Mum and Dad retreat. I draw the railgun she gave me before I left, push to maximum setting; one good shot.

    The beast enters the view, thankfully from the opposite direction to Mum and Dad. I lift the gun. It's easily four metres tall.

    It seems to be looking at me. It takes all my bodily control not to do something involuntarily. I must not look scared; the more time it wastes working me out, the better chance Mum and Dad get.

    I can just about hear another noise.

    The beast hears it too. It sniffs the air.

    It's getting closer.

    Transmission whine.

    The buggy.

    Rescue! Mum must have called for backup earlier.

    The beast stays looking at me. If I run, it will treat me as prey. But equally, I can't present a threat enough to make it back off... Not unless it knows what a gun is.

    It looks at the floor, the bodies all around. The beast looking behind me while a hissing sound followed by a loud pop tells me they've fired a flare.

    I feign interest in the flare too, before sprinting towards it; the beast follows me, but what I lack in stride I make up for in speed, something it's size hasn't got a chance of keeping up on terrain like this, a trip would be deadly.

    I sprint for the buggy like my life depends on it. I am going to ache for days when I get back to safety...

    A few more metres.

    I leap.

    The beast is still after us - the buggy wheelspinning away grabs attention away from the flare - but we're away. Dad is being bandaged up with a transfusion going in.

    We're ok. We're ok. We're ok.
     
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  • "Recovery"
    22nd Buri, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah of Unity

    Dad hobbles out of surgery on three legs; Mum's supporting his right arm. Well, what remains of it.

    The doctors say the regrowth treatment will restore it in time, but for now...

    For now he's confined to the city. As is Mum, she ruptured a lung; Doc Mitch said she's lucky to be alive after she started coughing up blood in the buggy. Monica has come back from Heinrichstadt to lead the colony, while Mum has appointed aunt Vaki as Regent while she recovers. I'm stuck inside too. Mum and Dad get cool scars in battle.

    I trip while getting out of the buggy.

    None of us have had a good time. At least we are all on the Xenayan ward of the hospital.

    I'm bored of the children's room.

    I go walk into the adult side of the ward. Dad is sleeping, Mum is curled up with him. Both on the floor beside the bed. None of the other Xenaya are on the beds either, I'm not entirely sure why they are issued to us, we don't use beds. I curl up with them. I lie awake. I still haven't been able to discuss my idea with Mum.

    For now, I'm just glad we're all still here.

    Most of us are here from hunting accidents. We've come from a world where we are apex predators, and suddenly we have competition. Where even we can be preyed on.

    It's really uncomfortable. We're used to being able to lie down day or night wherever we please knowing nothing will attack us. Now we have to worry about being eaten ourselves.

    I suppose the Humans are used to that; man-eater lions and so on. They sound cute, lions. I wonder what they're like as hunting aids.

    I suppose it's good practice for hunting Minamar, burns off a few bad habits we've formed from our superiority. But "future-High Queen"-me is wondering if perhaps this is an area where we need to change; all the others have adopted this city life. Should we do it too?
     
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  • "A New Kind Of Starfleet, Part 1"
    22nd Buri, 6 (2183)
    Tryykad
    I fly into Monica's office via the window.

    The nice thing about when Monica is in charge,is that she is actually where she is supposed to be; Naomi is always out of office and going off doing all sorts of things.

    I lay out my own drawings on the desk.

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    "We've given a great deal of thought to designing our own ships, and we believe we have spotted a design flaw on the proposed concept for the long-term research vessels. Namely, there's nothing to protect the front of the ship from impacts. So, we've made a modification."

    "Great big screen in front of it?"

    "Yes."

    "Seems like a good idea to me. I'll pass it to the design team."

    "That's something I'd like to address. Naomi relies on you Humans for a lot regarding the space development side of things."

    "Well, we already made it to space ourselves. The only things we really gained out of MSI uplifting was hyperlane travel and plasma thrusters."

    "Do you know if she has asked for the input of other races?"

    Monica reviews my drawings and specifications, then leans back in her chair. "No, I don't think she did actually. She just got on with planning everything herself; you know what she's like."

    "Well, I have asked around; seven of our races had Early Space technologies before we were put on the slave ship, my people among them. And well, I don't want to sound like I'm pleading here, but you know what MSI did to us. I believe that being able to handle this project could be immensely powerful in healing the damage MSI did to us."

    "Using the space program as a kind of racial therapy?" Monica pauses. "It's interesting."

    "I believe it is worth trying. It would give my people something for them to believe in themselves again."

    Monica nods. "You know, that does actually make sense. I'm sure Naomi would understand too." She stands, walks around the table while she thinks. "How soon could you guys get a space program of your own together?"

    "Well, we are obviously still developing the resources, and there's no point in having separate space programs. We should combine our efforts more."

    "Totally makes sense. In hindsight, we should have thought about it, but Naomi just went off with her ideas, and we all just went along with them."

    "There's other advantages too. We're smaller, so ships designed for us could have much lower mass requirements."

    Monica looks a little confused. "Forgive me, I'm just a governor. Surely it wouldn't make that much difference?"

    "It would make a huge difference. Humans are roughly sixty to ninety kilograms, right?"

    "Roughly, yes. Some a lot more."

    "My people are around a third of that, and much smaller, which means we can use smaller everything; we can drop the volume of supporting structures to less than a quarter of the size, with lots of benefits in reduced mass, which means much less fuel needed for the same payload and delta-V to any given destination. We'd be much better as the ship crews while we still have the tyranny of the rocket equation limiting our efforts." I look at the way her eyes have glazed over. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

    "Nope. I'm here because I've got a knack for seeing what people do, what motivates them and for encouraging people well, not because I understand whatever it is they do. Two different skill sets. I just know rocket lights engine, rocket goes up."

    Hmm. How to simplify it for her... "Permission to re-explain in a very simplified way?"

    "Sure."

    I have it. "Big people on big rocket need more fuel. Little people on little rocket need less fuel."

    Monica nods. "That makes sense. I'll see what I can do."

    I return to the window. She stops as I'm about to fly out.

    "And Tryykad?"

    "Yes?"

    "Thanks for trying not to enjoy dumbing it down that much. I appreciate it."
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 1"
    25th Buri, 6 (2183)
    Daas

    Daas watched his team plant the explosives on the airlock's inner door. He had hoped not to need to brute force entry, but there was no alternative; the outer airlock lasted all of twenty seconds against their mining drill; Daas had made a note to inform Naomi. Like everyone, he moved away before detonation. The explosion blasted the door apart. They were inside, again. "Ok people, lets get to work."

    Daas led his team towards the bridge, very carefully; the same reactor that had powered the drill now was on standby for reconnecting to the power distribution system that got fried in the battle for the ship. It was a major part of why it had taken so long to try to go back in was the difficulty of sourcing enough conductive material to bypass the conduits that got burned out, as Daas reckoned they would have to effectively rewire the whole thing, and no one was looking forward to routing MegaWatts down the corridors people had to walk through.

    Primary task was to get the main computer back online; they had ripped as much data as they could before the crash landing of course, but the sheer amount of information meant Naomi chose to only take the planetary sensor data, as it would be the most useful information for them to use they didn't have. It was only now they actually had the materials to build sufficient storage to actually download all of the main computer's storage, rather than a tiny fraction of a percent of the data.

    His team rolled shielded cable after shielded cable after shielded cable out as they made their way to the bridge. Eventually. He tapped his radio. "Daas to transmitter team, status report."

    "Transmitter is disconnected, we are almost done with putting that Faraday cage around it, just a little longer."

    Daas looked at his team through the torchlight. "Take ten, fifteen minutes break people, I don't want anything switching on until we're sure MSI aren't listening."

    They waited. The radio sparked into life. "Transmitter team to Daas, cage is up."

    "Roger that, thank you transmitter team." He looked at his own team. "Let's get some current in these circuits."

    It wasn't long before they had power in the bridge; lights on, but the consoles weren't connecting, which meant they would have to actuallly find the main computer. That was disappointing. "Ok people, slight setback, we'll have to trace the cables back to the main computer."

    His team began striping the console casings and the floor.

    This was going to be a long project.
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 2"
    26th Buri, 6 (2183)
    Shendredie

    Shendredie reclined in the cool of the shade from the scorching heat. The wind bit hard against his face, on this peak amidst the sands, this region was one of the areas that reminded him of home.

    His fellow Thostrunaeans slowly gathered around him, their gaunt faces downcast. One man stepped forward. "The Colony has gone back into the wreckage."

    Shendredie nonchalantly shrugged. "What of it?"

    A relatively - still twice human height - small woman spoke this time. "You have a deal with Naomi, but the others..."

    Shendredie stood. "Naomi will ensure the others understand. It's part of the agreement."

    An older one mumbled. "What if they don't listen to her?"

    Another nodded. "I've heard she's been taken out by local wildlife."

    Shendredie was firm. "She is not dead."

    "All the same, the others will not forgive so easily. You know the Captain kept records."

    "Records that Naomi alone possesses. She knew the destabilising effect they could have, which is why she has destroyed the Captain's list."

    "What if there is a digital backup?"

    "Think about it. Is the Captain going to keep a record of who he can blackmail on a generally available system? I've had this conversation with Naomi. It's standard procedure to offer extra rations, but you shouldn't keep a record in case it becomes public knowledge. They want deniability."

    "Are you really sure?"

    "Yes. The only copy is in Naomi's head, and she won't talk. She has as much to lose as we do."

    Shendredie could sense their distrust. This was something he had to get sorted out.
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 3"
    2nd Ykrett, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah Of Unity

    Shendredie walks up the hill towards me.

    We're alone.

    Well, not entirely alone, but there's no people apart from Mum and Dad, and they are... Busy. I listen for potential interruptions, I pay a lot more attention to my ears now.

    He's still coming. I'm unsure as to whether I should feel threatened or not. He talks to me. "How is your mother doing?"

    I play welcoming yet defensive. "She's tending Buri. Monica is handling things."

    He sits beside me. I still only come up to his hips. I begin thinking about potential counter-attack tactics. "Its a nice view, from up here."

    I look out. To the south lies a barren wilderness, to the north the colony, about a day by the new nuclear-powered mobile forward bases that Mum has been working on for us Xenaya. "Yes, it is."

    "Can I tell you a story, little Rivkah?"

    "Sure."

    "Once, there was a man. And this man and his people lived happily and prosperously. But one day, evil people came, and took the man and his people away from their homes. The evil men starved their captives, and the man watched his people die. So the man made a deal with the evil men, to spy on the other captives in exchange for enough food to live. The evil men acted on what the spies said, and in time other captives died. Was the man wrong?"

    "You're the man."

    He bows his head. "Clever girl."

    I do what Mum would do; extrapolate the data. "You're referring to the slave ship. MSI wouldn't give your people enough to eat, and out of the options of starving to death, cannibalism-" -he visibly shudders- "-eating other people and trading information for food, you took the latter. Mum already knows this because it is the kind of secret thing she'd find out and because you wouldn't bring it up with me unless you had a reasonable prospect for understanding how I'd respond, which in addition to the way politics got settled at the start of the year tells me you and Mum made an arrangement off the record. You choose to broach the subject with a hypothetical scenario because you know Mum well enough to know she'd teach me to use them too."

    "You are your mother's daughter." He's almost pleased with me. There's something he's holding back. Something important.

    I opt to confront. "What do you want from me?"

    There's a wait. He must be weighing up what to say, if he should say it. A few moments later, I realise he is afraid of me. "I need to know whether the Xenaya can forgive."
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 4"
    6th Ykrett, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah Of Unity

    When we Xenaya eat, we are carnivores. Personally, I've pretty much never eaten anything that either me, Dad, Aunt Vaki or Mum didn't kill. Certainly not meat; I tolerate some of the vegetables Mum gets for herself out of curiosity, but I wouldn't even touch a Human butcher's work. At a push, we'd scatter wild animals from a fresh kill. But we have to be starving to death before we'll consider carrion. Humans have a misconception that predators take the weak and the sick. It's not true at all, not unless you're desperate; if it's ill, you don't want to catch whatever it had. And if it is already dead and you just find it, you don't know what killed it. Or what is hiding beneath the skin.

    Mum walks with me through the ship.

    It stinks of stale, rotten flesh.

    Five years, these bodies have been here. Some have been reduced to skeletons. But as we get deeper into the ship, many are unrecognisable puddles pooling around skeletons with uniforms still on; between lack of insects, the UV disinfection system MSI vessels run, lower temperature, and lack of oxygen, a large number of ones in the Minamar living quarters look terrifying.

    I'm used to death being warm, because that's what things are when you kill them.

    But this?

    Cold.

    So cold.

    The dead still look. Their desiccated remains look like some horror that makes me want to run away.

    These people weren't killed in the fighting.

    They died in their quarters from impacts in the crash landing, they died of dehydration and starvation. They couldn't get out.

    Mum's walking through this area like she remembers it.

    I stop her. "Where are we going?"

    Mum looks at me. She's on the verge of tears. I don't press the issue, and she keeps walking. We're coming to a room. It looks bigger than the others. Mum plugs a battery into the door. I stop.

    Her eyes close. Something is wrong.

    At her hips she draws a card, runs it through the door. It opens.

    Its almost palatial in here.

    And just one body. He isn't like the others; he was cornered, there's a bloodstain on the floor where he backed himself to a wall. He holds his neck, which has been sliced open, and his groin. His face looked like he died quickly, but in agony.

    Mum stands in front of him, weeping. I keep a distance.

    She killed him.

    "Mum, are you ok?"

    She jerks back to the present. "Honestly, no. No I'm not." I go to her. "Rivkah, this the Captain of the slave ship. He was my leaseholder. He raped me, on essentially a daily basis. And I killed him with my bare hands, took his weapons, and led the revolution."

    I look at her; could it be she's forgiven him?

    She tears herself away, and heads to the computer console. I interrupt. "Mum, Shendredie came to me a few days ago."

    "I know, it's part of why we have come here. He wanted you to talk me into ensuring the system had no record of his people being spies."

    "How do you..."

    "Why else would he come to you as soon as it becomes public Daas has gotten into the ship?"

    She runs the access card again. The system comes to life; even the room lights come on. She starts looking through the Captain's system.

    "Are you going to delete the information?"

    "Yes."

    "What exactly did Shendredie's people do?"

    "They did what they had to do. But if your father finds out why your grandfather died, it will mean civil war."

    "My grandfather?"

    "He was planning a rebellion, even at his old age. Shendredie found out, and his wife was dying. Buri didn't know, Ruki B'Than never told him so that they wouldn't kill him too if it was discovered."

    "That's why Shendredie wanted to know if Xenaya can forgive then."

    Mum nods. She stops. I peek at the screen, she has found a list. I work out the date. It's an old list. It was deleted, but not truly deleted. Mum unfolds a scrap of paper, and compares the two. I stand beside her.

    "Are you sure you want to delete this?"

    Her eyes close again. "Rivkah, one of the hardships of being High Queen, is that sometimes you must put the good of your people above even family. I don't want to delete it. But if I don't, and Buri finds out, it will be a disaster."

    Her finger hovers over the delete key. "Mum, what if Dad finds out you did this?" As soon as I say it, I realise that is what holds her back. I have an idea. "Wait!"

    She looks at me questioningly.

    "You should edit the file instead, put the identifier as some Minamar."

    Mum smiles, then brings up a crew manifest, picks out someone who was on monitoring the Asset Concentration Areas, and puts their name as the informant, then deletes the dating information. "Rivkah?"

    "Yes Mum?"

    "Please keep this secret."

    "I will. But I don't like it..."

    "Neither do I. But I can't let the colony fall into civil war." She steps back, drawing the Captain's pistol, pointing it at the console.

    "Mum, having the master-level computer access point working could be more valuable."

    "And dangerous."

    "Are you really sure though? It could make the-" The reflection in the screen... How long was he stood there? What has he heard? "Hello Dad."
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 5"
    6th Ykrett, 6 (2183)
    Buri Of Unity

    My Wife shakes so much She drops Her gun, spinning around in terror as She scrambles to recover it.

    My daughter freezes.

    My heart breaks.

    I stay still; She is so scared, She's likely to react dangerously. Must not provoke Her. Ordinarily I know She wouldn't, but given She has totally lost Her composure...

    Rivkah still looks like she's coping.

    The one problem of deliberately cultivating the image of a brutal predator is that people start to truly believe it. Maybe I've gone too far with it. I mean, my Wife is so scared She's pointing Her gun at me.

    I sit down. She is smart. Even like this She will work out how quickly I can get back on my feet and charge Her, and She will know that I won't be a threat from here.

    I'm right. She's stopped Her rapid breathing, and lowered Her gun. I open my arms to Her. "Naomi."

    She flings Herself into my arms, sobbing Her heart out. I stroke Her, nuzzle Her, tell Her it's ok. It's a few minutes before everyone is calm enough to talk. I address the biggest issue. "I'm not mad you tried to do this."

    She looks at me with Her night-sky eyes. Normally I see as many dreams and ideas in these eyes as stars in the sky, but right now, She's afraid. I nuzzle Her. Then I lift Her.

    "I hate this crypt. Let's get out of here."

    Our daughter nods, and flees. I'm not surprised, the stench of this place is unbearable. At least for us; Her nose is probably ok with it.

    Perhaps. It is very bad.

    Naomi let's me carry Her until we are almost outside.

    Daas is there with his team. I call out to him. "Daas! Naomi managed to get the Captain's console in the quarters working."

    "Brilliant, well done Naomi!" He looks back at his team, and they move in.

    "I suggest you take scent blockers first, it's awful down there."

    Daas pauses, but concludes I am right. He and his team run off, excited about the progress they are about to make.

    We though, head for our new caravan. Rivkah is already inside. "Are you sure you aren't mad?"

    My mind replays one of the first things I appreciated about my Wife. I quote Her. "That's why they split us up from our own kinds and mix us all together, specifically to make unity difficult. To divide, and once divided, conquer. We cannot let that happen to us."

    Rivkah doesn't get the reference of course. But Naomi does. "Thank you Buri."

    I nuzzle Her again. "You were right about them, trying to divide us. And I won't let them win."
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 6"
    7th Ykrett, 6 (2183)
    Daas

    Daas addressed the other members of the Board. "It is my pleasure to announce our first progress report. We have successfully repowered the bridge, and have also obtained master-level access to the ship's computer. Actually finding the computer itself is proving more difficult than planned; as far as we can tell, the main computer is inside main engineering, and we didn't have the ability to breach it then, nor do we have the ability to breach it now. Indeed such is the quality of the workmanship, our tests indicate that main engineering remains airtight, and therefore still a vacuum after we resorted to sucking out all the air to try to stop their engineers blowing up the ship."

    Daas looks around. Lots of unhappy faces. Ykrett is first to speak. "Have we tried heavy explosives?"

    "They are blast doors and bulkheads designed to withstand starship weapons."

    Sor-Gor tries next. "Have we tried hacking through from the Captain's console?"

    "Yes. System lockout."

    "Drilling in from another deck?"

    "Even if we could get mining equipment in, it still faces the brute force issue."

    "Climb in through the exhaust?"

    "Lethal radiation hazard; the plasma thrusters saturate the housing with neutrons, and as a result are too dangerous."

    Naomi speaks last. "We can afford to be patient; time is on our side here, the wreck isn't going anywhere. The blast doors are strong, but not invincible. Set up a mining laser, and we will simply wait until it gets through."

    Daas rechecks his calculations. "It would take weeks on our present lasers."

    "Then let's get started now."

    "Very well." Daas settled for the long wait. "But, there is one last issue; hygiene. The wreck is littered with Minamar dead. We have to decide what we do with them."

    Ykrett slammed a boulder on the table. "Wash them away."

    "That risks poisoning the water supply."

    "Burn them then."

    Tryykad jumps on the table. "I will not allow our enemies the rite of the last flight."

    "Use them as fertiliser." Everyone looks at Rhizome. "What? At least some good would come from them then."

    Naomi frowns. "Could we have some... Less disturbing proposals?"

    "Freeze them?"

    "They're already practically mummified."

    "Make them into museum pieces." Now everyone turns to Sor-Gor, but his compound eyes give nothing away.

    "Is this really the best we can be?"

    "Do they deserve better?"

    "It's not about what they deserve, but about our ability to be better people."

    "State funerals then." Ykrett rumbles, amused at his own joke.

    "Perhaps."

    "You can't be serious Naomi."

    "We must be better than taking vengeance on the dead." The room falls silent. It's a long wait before Naomi continues. "These people mostly died of impact injuries in the crash, or of dehydration or starvation, trapped in their quarters, or in communal areas. They suffered enough there, we don't have to mutilate the remains."

    "Let's just bury them, then."
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 7"
    28th Ykrett, 6 (2183)
    Rivkah Of Unity

    I sit watching Daas and his team monitor the mining laser. According to Daas' calculations, the laser should breach sometime today, and well Mum and Dad have gone off into the wilderness together. Wouldn't tell me why, only that I'd find out when I'm older.

    So, I'm here on behalf of the family.

    The laser itself is not what I expected. I was thinking it would be an energy beam, but it's not; it's pulsed to deliver an extremely high power over a very short duration. Apparently it means that instead of heating the metal and slowly melting it, it vaporises the metal as a gas, which is being sucked out.

    Even so, the blast doors are so thick and dense that they've burned almost two hundred lasers over the three weeks. Apparently the weapons R&D teams have been delighted with the project. part of the reason it's taken a week longer than Daas estimated is Rhizome wanted to rush forward a laser weapon project and it took a few days to sort out teething issues...

    I don't like the idea of weapons that you can't see. I mean you could if you were in front of the energy packet, but then you wouldn't be able to see for very long... Us Xenaya don't like ranged weapons much, feels cowardly.

    I suppose they're more practical. I'm not sure though, these lasers were rated at MegaWatt outputs... No wonder they burned so many, that's enough energy to power a small settlement.

    I curl up for a while. Nothing is happening yet.



    A man shakes me. "Rivkah, we have broken through the door."

    I bolt up, pretend I wasn't asleep. Daas' team are levering the doors apart through the hole they've vaporised through, they've got more mining machinery in to help. After a great deal of effort the doors finally give way.

    Air has already entered through the hole of course, so we walk in. And immediately wish we hadn't.

    More liquid messes pooling around bones, soaked into uniforms, tools litter the floor. At least they died quicker than the others did.

    Wow.

    The reactor is huge, towers several decks tall. And on the far side is the main computer.

    I would be excited, but I think I'm about to do something involuntary.
     
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  • "Back Into The Darkness, Part 8"
    29th Ykrett, 6 (2183)
    Naomi Of Unity

    Daas' report is really quite intriguing. The Captain's console lockout has actually initiated a complete system shut down, a defensive feature that needs a high level Minamar executive to unlock the system.

    Naturally, we have none. Daas has proposed using an AI to bypass the restrictions, but even weak AI is a project that would take years.

    What we do have though, is Ykrett. His crystalline brain has already been used for running MSI computational substrate, and he was intended as a backup access point in the event of mechanical failure of the main computer user interface. It's why he had to spend the entire trip chained up in a spare parts locker.

    Now, the fixtures and fittings are in place to link up Ykrett to the main computer. I've checked them. Of course, it won't be easy, or without pain for him.

    The difficulty of course is convincing him to do it. Thankfully he's a proud and aggressive man, and it would be trivial to goad him into taking a crack at it.

    Hortensus would again be regretting telling me so much. Thinking his name sends a shiver down my spine...

    Seeing his body again flooded me with bad memories. I'm glad I had Rivkah with me to pull me out of them. I worry for her. I'm told she threw up on dealing with fresher bodies in engineering (no surprises there, gas emissions forming an atmosphere in engineering from the bloated bodies would have been overpowering for a Xenayan's nose) and I know that the Olinbar appearance being essentially Human freaks her out. I still don't know why they use Latin names (curiously, not Roman however; the syntax they use is wrong) but they look very close to baseline Humans; the literal third eye is the biggest difference.

    I'm proud of what we've achieved so far. And with the main computer's data, we can have another technological jump forward. Things are looking brighter.
     
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    Rivkah Interviews: Naomi Of Unity
  • Rivkah Interviews:
    Naomi Of Unity

    I tap the start recording button. "Subject number one; Mum."

    "Hello Rivkah." She laughs as she sways in her seat.

    I poke at my list of questions. "Tell me - would you say that outfit suits you?"

    Mum looks at the fabric draped around her upper and lower body in normal Xenayan fashion, to which she has added some decorative feathers. "Yes, it does; blends the fashion of both my ancestors back in the Iriphubliki with my adopted Xenayan family."

    I stab my paper again. "When you look at the night sky, what do you feel?"

    She smiles, pauses a little while. "And I will see my dreams come alive at night, and I will touch the sky."

    It's Mum and it's odd, therefore it must be a quote. "Where is that quote taken from?"

    "Opening theme song of Star Trek: Enterprise."

    "Why does it matter to you?"

    "There was a time, before MSI, when mankind dreamed of the stars." Her smile fades. "Us HaMaadimis have always been stargazers; back when Yehoshua was a child, he would look at Luna and think 'I'm going to retire there, some day'. Later, he wanted to aim for Mars; he dreamed of turning the god of war into the breadbasket of the Sol system. It was not to be of course. But Enterprise was always his favourite Star Trek series, he liked the idealism of it. We only had a few episodes accessible as me and Thando were growing up, but it was passed down how he enjoyed that Star Trek was a love-letter to the future. He believed the universe was vast and filled with wonders."

    "Do you?"

    She sits with her mouth slightly open. Then tilts her head, before dropping her gaze as she speaks. "I'd like to." It's a soft mumble.

    I've made her sad. "I'm sorry Mum."

    She reaches across, and hugs me. "The truth is Rivkah, your parents generation are afraid of the future, because of what MSI did to us. It's hard for us to look at the night sky the way my ancestors did, because ships came in the night and stole us from our homes."

    "Let's change subject."

    "Ok Rivkah."

    I look at my sheet. "What do you love most about life here on Unity?"

    She smiles again. "I love my husband, I love my daughter, and I love the community that we have all come together to build. What we've accomplished together? I couldn't be prouder than I am."

    I smile. "Good answer." I poke my sheet. Try not to laugh. "What advice would you give to me?"

    Mum laughs sweetly. "I'd hope all my advice is in your mind."

    "Pick one thing."

    "'The measure of a man is what he does when he has power.' Although Yehoshua rephrased it to the measure of a sophont."

    "What does power mean to you?"

    "All are slaves, and all are free, until someone has power and decides what to do with it."

    "How can we be both slaves and free?"

    "Because power is in decisions. It is action, and choice." She draws her blade in one hand, and takes her crown in the other. "Do I take life, or do I give life?" She looks at her hands. "These hands have felt cold metal cause a man's blood to pour from his throat, because I had power over his life, and I chose to take it from him. Yet, these hands have also cradled my newborn child, who I raise as my own. And these were both motivated by the same thing; I am she who broke the shackles, and now I seek to build a civilisation that lives for more."

    "I understand Mum."

    She looks straight at me. "Rivkah?"

    "Yes Mum?"

    "I am raising you to lead your generation out of Unity to the stars. One day, you will have power. Use it wisely."



    New idea I'm trying out; Rivkah meets the various Leaders and interviews them. This is the test one.

    I've been trying - without satisfaction - to portray the characters through the communal interactions in the Council/Board meetings, and my perception is it isn't working. My second plan - put a nice picture next to a description - fell flat because it felt impersonal. So, I'm going to try something else and have Rivkah go through a childhood reporter phase, and see what comes up; sometimes the best way to develop a character is you just throw them at some situation and see what happens.

    And if nothing else, the thought of four foot tall Rivkah pinning (metaphorically) her mother to a chair and questioning her was hilarious to me.
     
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    Rivkah Interviews: Ykrett Orre Bre'Kokt
  • Rivkah Interviews:
    Ykrett Orre Bre'Kokt

    I look up at the magnetically connected boulders that compose Ykrett's body. While only a little taller than a fully grown Xenaya, he's still big compared to me. He's waiting for me. I poke my list. "Obviously, my generation didn't really know what it was like being under MSI control. I know Mum is thinking of asking you to link up with the main computer of the ship so that we can hack into the system, and that made me wonder what that was like. Would you mind explaining?"

    He smiles. Darkly. The turquoise orbs that he sees with are unnerving. "Sure."

    He pins me to the wall, off the ground, I can't move. "They take you from your home, everyone you ever care about, and start like this. They don't even hide that they are stealing you away - they did it in broad daylight, shut behind great magnetic locks that sealed me in place, forgotten."

    "And then?"

    He turns. That must have hurt, there's holes in his head. "Then they pinned my head in place while drilling into my brain to put their access cables in. Can you imagine that?"

    "Pretty bad."

    "Now keep in mind that I am crystalline. Their screwing around with magnetic fields was like what would happen if we pumped psychedelics straight into your brain."

    I shudder.

    "Precisely." He slams the lights off. "Then they plug you in, ripping away the feeling of your body, and leave you all alone in the dark. The only thing I can hear is the low moaning from distant cubicles where other Bevkiran were also trapped."

    "That would have been maddening."

    "For eight decades, until they unplugged me to load me as spares for the ship."

    I gulp. "Why did they do this..."

    "Power. But mainly because they were cheap on their hardware and it broke down a lot, so while setting one of us up was more fiddly, using a Bevkiran was more reliable."

    "How did it feel?"

    "Between the psychedelic-like sensations, you ended up a seeing and hearing statue in a nightmarish blend of euphoria and terror, trapped unable to do anything as they stole your subconscious functioning."

    "How the heck are you not completely mad from all that?"

    "What makes you think I'm not?"

    "You're a good actor?"

    "Like your mother, whatever else can be said for my mental state, I am the will within the walls. And like your mother, we are both constantly on the edge of snapping. It's why we understand each other, we've both spent many long nights in the dark telling ourselves we're ok, when we aren't ok."

    "Do you really think that about her?"

    "Your parents busted me out of the storage locker on the way to the armoury; Naomi knew she'd need me. Tell me Rivkah, have you ever seen your mother naked with Minamar blood on her hands?"

    "Nope."

    "That's how they kept her, your mother. Shackled up as a sex slave in the Captain's quarters, degraded. Her brilliant mind ignored in favour of her body. Until she snaps, and kills a man with her bare hands. She came and found me, an army behind her, fierce intelligence seething through every move, her rage burning as bright as the stars in her eyes. She led us to victory."

    Mum didn't tell me that bit. I did wonder what the opened chains in the Captain's quarters had been for... "It's horrible how they treated you."

    "Absolutely. Which is why we want your generation to grow in the peace you have known, and I for one will stop at nothing to mount as many Minamar on electric stunpikes as I can. Tell your mother I will brave the long dark again if she needs me to."

    "Are you sure?"

    "I'd sooner trust any mad ad-libbed plan of your mother's making over any plan the rest of the Board came up with even if they had months to think it through."

    "I'll make sure we have lights."

    He smiles.
     
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