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Von Acturus

High Priest of Harmful Matter
Apr 5, 2021
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Prologue

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Sunlight bathed the wooden floor of the second story, delighting the brown cat which lay sprawled in the middle of the room, basking in the warm light. Curling himself tight in a compact ball of fur, he purred with delight at the perfectly warm and relaxing evening the universe had decided to throw his way.

Now, if only the human children in the floor below would stop with her infernal shrieking…

“Muum! Why can’t we take Fluffy with us? We always take him on holidays!” Kali whined as she dragged her overflowing backpack to the car.

“It’s a special vacation, dad already told you.” Her mother replied, tired. “Grandma’ll come every day to feed him. Now let’s see what you got there.”

Ignoring Kali’s vehement protests about how essential every item in her backpack was, her mother methodically separated the contents in two piles. “This” she said, pointing to the rather large firefighter’s truck, the oversized beach ball, the water gun and the lego figures “cannot go. Sorry, but we have to take only the absolute essential in this vacation. You’ll see all your toys again soon.”

Kali made an exaggerated pout “Worst holidays ever.” she affirmed with certainty.

Her mother shrugged and gently nudged her aboard the car.

Kali sat next to her younger brother and immediately began listing her many grievances with the appalling way in which this holiday was beginning. Her brother agreed enthusiastically, emphasizing the injustice inherent in keeping his holo-specs from him for more than an hour.

As the car drove away they continued to protest at their parents who seemed somewhat absent in mind and wordlessly listened to their kids drone on and one until sleep overtook them.

When Kali woke up again, the landscape outside had changed from the soft green hills that enveloped their town to a sea of rocky outcrops with patches of bushes here and there. The car rattled softly as it hovered through a narrow, unkempt road.

Kali turned to her brother and saw he too was awake and looking through his window with a distrustful look.

“Where are we mum?” He asked sleepily “I don’t like this place. I thought we were going to the beach.”

Their mother turned to look at them for a second before exchanging some whispered words with their father. Sighing she turned backed at them reached to grab a hand from each of them, caressing them soothingly.

“Kids, I’ve gotta tell you something. We’re not going on a vacation-vacation. We’re making a special trip, maybe a long trip. We’re getting out of dear old Earth for a bit.”

Kali gasped with shock “What? Mum! We’ve never even been outside of Asia!”

“I know dear” Her mother said, smiling reassuringly “But we’ve decided-”

Their father mumbled something from the front seat, prompting mother to shoot him a sharp look before continuing.

“We’ve decided to get out for a bit, while things calm down, with the new administration and all.”

Kali didn’t understand, but nodded anyway. She trusted her parents to know what to do. That was what parents were for anyway. That was why they must spend their days talking and reading about such boring things as politics, economy and money and votes.

She turned to her brother to remark on how wonderful and weird it’d be to see Earth from space, but she found herself facing his back, his face glued to the window. “Wowww! Look Kali, spaceports!” He shrieked.

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Rohan was obsessed with everything to do with spaceships. How they were built, where they were built, to what end they were built. And he had amassed a vast digital library of engineering plans, brochures and interactive models which he spent hours admiring using his holospecs.

Kali peeked over his shoulder and spotted a number of grey and decaying, old looking buildings, each adorned with a signaling tower flashing a blinding red or blue light.

“Those don’t look like spaceports to me.” Kali said “They look ugly and decrepit.”

“No, you’re brother's right Kali.” Her father’s voice came from the front “This is the Baikonur Cosmodrome Complex, used for more than two centuries before the Atomist bastards closed it.”

“Faolán!” Their mother whispered through clenched teeth.

“What?” He asked, seemingly unbothered by the reprehension “They can’t do anything now. We’re-”

The car’s AI assistant interrupted with a sharp ping. “Attention” The artificial voice said in it’s pleasant baritone “Unrecognized autonomous aerial craft of small proportions is trailing us. Scans suggest it’s military in nature.”

Silence filled the car. Their father cursed under his breath. “What now?” Kali heard him wispher to mother.

Mother didn’t have to think for long. She turned to her children, and motioned for them to draw closer. “Kids, listen carefully. Me and dad are gonna talk to these people and clear any mistakes. You go ahead and secure our places on the spaceship. Take these things.” she handed a backpack to each “And run to the building with the light that alternates between blue and red.”

Kali tried to interject but mother shushed her. “This is very important kids. Just run as fast as you can until you're there, and show these” she took two id-chips from Kali’s backpack “to whoever is guarding the ship and get inside. Don’t worry about us. If we can’t get inside this ship we’ll get on the next one.”

“No mum!” Rohan shouted, reaching for her “We want to go with you!”

“Shush Rohan, you will go with us. It’s just this part of the trip we’ll have to do separated. Then we go together all the way. Promise.” She kissed him on the forehead.

“But..” Kali began.

“No buts, Kali. This is very important. I’m counting on you.” Her mother said severely, squeezing Kali’s hands. “Do this for your brother.”

She looked through the front window and whispered something to their father. The car made a sharp turn to the right.

“Ok kids, we’re going to stop on those bushes and you’ll get out. Then you wait until we’re well on our way and you run. Remember, the building with the light that changes from red to blue. You can do this right?” She smiled at them tenderly.

Both of them nodded. Kali tried to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat.

The car jerked to a stop. Mum opened the door and motioned for them to exit. “Don’t wait for us, we’ll be with you up there! Love you!”

Father ruffled their hair nervously “Love you both a great deal, kids!”

Then the door closed and the car sped off.

“Love you too.” Kali managed to whisper as they stumbled into the bushes.

Kali and Rohan stood on the bushes motionless, shocked, for a minute. Then, wordlessly, they stood up and peered at the horizon. Kali’s throat seemed to tighten as she saw their car grow progressively smaller and more distant.

Rohan sniffed back tears. “I want mum and dad back.” He whispered.

Kali took a deep breath and wiped his face with one determined movement. “They’ll be back. Come, we must find that building.” She took him by the hand and began to walk quickly across the desolate landscape, her head turning left and right in search of the promised building.

It was her brother who saw it first. “There it is!” he shouted, pointing his little finger at a half crumpled building just over the next hill.

“Let’s go!” Kali said, dragging him along as she broke into a run.

As they neared the building, she began to see hints of something metallic showing by it’s sides, something like the side of a

“Spaceship!” Rohan cried in delight.

And in fact, as they jogged round the corner of the building, they found a shiny silverly spaceship shaped like an oval with a series of tubes extending from it’s lower end. And a small queue lining up near the unfolded bridge that extended from it’s circular entrance to the dusty ground.

“There, let’s get in.” Kali said, dragging her dazzled brother in the direction of the queue.

However, before they took a dozen steps, a strong hand grabbed Kali’s backpack, pulling them into an abrupt stop.

They turned to see a tall, shaved young man flashing them an unkind smile. “Hey kids. This is my ship and only those with my authorization get in.” He said in a condescending tone.

“Our parents sent us first, they’re coming right behind us.” Kali said. “We have these.” She handed him the two id-chips. The man laughed and threw the chips into the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He grimaced “What rubbish is this? Scram kids, I have a ship to run and money to make.”

Kali stared at him wide eyed. She tried to speak but found no words willing to leave her throat. Rohan began to cry quietly. The man turned hisback to them and began to walk in the direction of the ship.

Then she saw an old woman at the front of the queue waving her purse at them. “Those are my grandchildren!” She cried, indignant “I’ll pay for them you blood-sucking parasite!”

The man turned around to them and laughed harshly. “Lucky your granny’s here to rescue you.” He grabbed each by their arms and dragged them to the old woman. “You sure these are yours?” He asked with a snort.

The old woman just handed him a handful of gold jewelry. “Whatever.” He shrugged, climbing aboard the ship.

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“Let’s go.” The woman nudged them aboard.

“But we’re not you’re grandchildren!” Kali whispered.

The old woman just smiled sadly at her. The Ship shook and wobbled slightly as it took off.

“Wow, anti-gravity propulsion…” Rohan said, now taking in the sights. “So smooth…”

Kali just looked through a nearby window, seeing the ground rapidly growing farther and farther away, searching for their black car or the silhouettes of her parents.

In vain.

And as the old woman put a comforting hand to her shoulder she understood her mom had lied.
 
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Hey AAReaders,

This is my second AAR, after Shattered Glass. In Thousands are Sailing (named after the wonderful Pogues song) we'll follow the story of two siblings trapped in a ship of fleeing refugees from earth.

This story was inspired by an event about "Human refugees flee to [planet in my empire]" even though I had the "citizen species only" policy and humans were not in my empire. As I play in console not screenshots will be availble.

I welcome all readers and will very much appreciate all comments, from discussion of the story, to questions about the stellaris worldbuilding to constructive criticism. Commenters are what makes these stories feel read and alive, so please do!

Thank you for reading!


Chapter List

1) Prologue
2) [...]
 
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We have a new Von Acturus story! This should be fun, I'm subbed!

Seems like our protagonists are maybe political refugees. I got the sense the family is fleeing from some series of events on Earth, rather than an existential threat.
 
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That end remark, while expected, stung.
 
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Children are going to have to grow up fast. It reminds me of pre-Berlin Wall fall and other places where parents sacrificed their lives for a better chance for their children. I subbed before I read first word. Thank you for new story.
 
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Thanks everyone for the interest!

We have a new Von Acturus story! This should be fun, I'm subbed!
I love this for obvious reasons

I hope I can love up to the expectations:)

Seems like our protagonists are maybe political refugees. I got the sense the family is fleeing from some series of events on Earth, rather than an existential threat.
Yup, there's no devouring swarm closing in (though in-game one indeed did come close to Space Age Earth before being beaten back) or colossus aiming at our little blue dot, but there's still a very long list of reasons why some people would rather try the risky way out rather than stay in the cradle.

That end remark, while expected, stung.

Unfortunately, the parents had to choose their children over themselves. Never an easy choice, not for them and certainly not for the children either.

Children are going to have to grow up fast. It reminds me of pre-Berlin Wall fall and other places where parents sacrificed their lives for a better chance for their children. I subbed before I read first word. Thank you for new story.
Indeed they will. I drew inspiration from a number of real life situations, including that of refugees from the Soviet side of the Iron Curtain (in many places very real and very deadly), well spotted! Thank you for reading
 
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The parents are dead. I wonder what the old lady wants...

Yeah, I definitely got that there was politics behind this. What government type was Earth in this playthrough? What ethics did they have?

The mention of them leaving because of "the new administration and all" makes me worried. I wonder why the new administration is dangerous to them. Perhaps there was a takeover by a party hostile to them for some reason...
 
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The parents are dead. I wonder what the old lady wants...

Yeah, I definitely got that there was politics behind this. What government type was Earth in this playthrough? What ethics did they have?

Earth in this playthrough was in the lucky (or unlucky, depending on the point of reference) position of being a primitive planet which however reached space age before any other empire got too close, and even managed to conquer a primitive (stone age, I think) neighbour.

However, they were still hopelessly behind most of the galaxy, and were constantly bullied by the Barbaric despoilers empire nearby. Unrest in earth and the fact that the conquered species were natural xenophobes soon led to the UNE to change ethics and abandon it's xenophilia.

The mention of them leaving because of "the new administration and all" makes me worried. I wonder why the new administration is dangerous to them. Perhaps there was a takeover by a party hostile to them for some reason...

You're pretty close to the truth, though I wouldn't say that the new Administration is hostile to them so much as it doesn't care if it crushes them in it's relentless pursuit of it's goals.

If the new earthling authorities had it out for them specifically, they would have had a much harder time fleeing.
 
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Chapter 1

7y After Earth

Aboard the Modified Tanker-class cruiser, Dignity

In Sirius, border system of the Ashen’ra Confluence

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In the early months of exile aboard the Dignity, the dead were unceremoniously tossed out of an airlock and into the great nothingness of outer space, condemned to traverse the void forever, their dead bodies perfectly preserved.

However, necessity soon demanded this practice be consigned to the dust bin of history. As resources grew scarcer, the necessity for a closed system where everything- even the bodies of the deceased- was re-used for the good of the living, became apparent to all.

And thus a host of new burial traditions was created. Atomists made elaborate rituals in which the deceased were used as fuel for the crude chemical rockets that steered the ship, gaiists demanded their bodies be used as fertilizer in the hydroponic farms in the upper decks, and the singularians adapted their implants to be incorporated into ship hardware and their bodies to serve as bio-fuel for the processors of Auto, the algorithmic captain.

Atheists or agnostics usually went by what was needed the most. And there was always something sorely needed in the Dignity.

Inge Vogel had not left any instructions on what to do with her body when she died. In fact she had never talked about death at all with them. Only about life, how it would be once they reached the Ashen'ra Confluence, where they would join her daughter and three grandchildren in Escolla II and live peacefully among the Ashen.

But the Confluence had had other plans, plans which did not involve allowing her, or any other human refugee in. Too many, too violent, too quick to breed, they had said.

And thus Kali and Rohan had had to decide alone which method they would use to bury her.

And when the last grain of damp soil fell upon Inge’s wrinkled, lifeless face, neither fully believed they had made the right choice.

“Maybe we should’ve cremated her.” Rohan said as he laid down his shovel “It’ll be weird to know we’ll be eating things grown of her body next time you make salad.”

“Cremate her? Like the Atomists?” Kali spat “Piss off.”

“For fuck’s sake, sis!” Rohan rolled his eyes “Must you make everything about that? I didn’t even think about the Atomists or any of that rubbish, it was just a pra-cti-cal suggestion!”

Kali finished taking off her gardening/burial gear and hastened to follow her brother, who was quickly walking out of the hydroponics camera.

“Don’t call me sis!” She demanded, catching up with him “And maybe you should care about “that”, considering what happened to our parents…”

Rohan opened the glass door and strolled into the half deserted corridor.

“What happened to our parents happened years ago, Kali.” Rohan said, shrugging “And now the old woman’s dead too, it’s just us. Maybe you’d be better if you tried to move on and focus on the present.”

Kali stopped and laughed “Oh yeah? Focus on the present like who, uh? You? All you do is run around causing trouble with your brothers from the gutter!”

Rohan turned around and smiled coldly “Yeah? An what do you do? Stay in bed half of the day hooked to Return, fucking your mind numb because you’re too weak to live in the present.”

Kali jumped at him and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Don’t you dare talk like that to me.” She threatened in a low, hateful voice “I have a job. I help keep this shitty ship and all street rats like you alive. And I honor our parents! I don’t run from the past like you.”

Rohan sneered contemptuously “Is that why you couldn’t even be bothered to visit Inge these last months? Too busy “honoring” dead people by pumping Return to your brain?”

Kali shoved him against the side of the corridor and began walking off “Get lost, street rat.”

A bulky drone appeared from the left, flying overhead. It was flashing the worn out blue and brown colors of “Onboard Security”, and wobbled left and right as it flew in their direction.

“Please ref-refrain from physical vio-violence.” It stammered in a metallic voice. "A-all pa-passagers must a-a-a-bide by the code of conduct o-ou-outlined in the-"

It droned on, fllying drunkenly above them.

Kali shrugged and turned her back on both the drone and brother. Rohan made an obscene gesture aimed at the rusty drone and walked off in the opposite direction to his sister.

Rohan walked somewhat aimlessly through the corridors, his head filled with vicious insults he wanted to scream at his sister. And at that piece of floating rubbish, still following him from above. And at all those miserable passerbys who did nothing but drag themselves from one day to the next.

Rohan walked up the corridor, turned left to enter the main area and dodged his way through the crowds engaged in the lively barter of food, clothes and whatever few other commodities happened to have made their improbable way into the fleet.

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He passed unbothered through the network of cobbled together counter tops on top of which kids and grannies peddled their treasures, and entered a peripheral corridor through a thin door half hidden by a pile of orange crates.

No place like home, he thought as he advanced confidently through the dimly lit corridor.

Someone shouted something from behind one of the half opened doors, and immediately a dozen of kids his age and younger poured outwards chatting excitedly.

Rohan dove into the small crowd, taking the greetings and pats to the back with a confident smile.

A small boy whose name he couldn’t remember ran through the crowd in his direction, waving. “Strings! Strings!” He called “I g’t big news.”

Rohan turned around and flashed him an indulgent look. “Do tell, cooks.”

“I scored big!” He cried, giddy with excitement “Y’know the cap’tal corr’dor? There’s a man with a PTM there, an' he leaves it in the open!”

“Nice catch, cooks.” Rohan smiled “We’ll just have to teach him to take better care of his things, right?”

Cooks nodded furiously in agreement. Rohan turned to the crowd and shouted at the top of his lungs “Prepare yourselves, boys! We’re going on an operation of expropriation!”

The crowd cheered, and in a few minutes dozens of bandanas, balaclavas and an arsenal of blunt objects had appeared. The horde of juvenile delinquents was now on the prowl.

As they rapidly made their way across the ship, Rohan thought on how much he could get for each bolt and screw of the PTM.

PTMs, or Personal Transport Modules were expensive little capsules equipped with ET anti-grav technology which allowed the user to move quickly, effortlessly and comfortably across packed spaces. Almost no one in the Dignity had one, and in the markets the vendors with outside connections would trip over one another to offer him the best offers.

He felt quite content.

The Capital corridor was deserted, and the few people still outside were in the process of prudently retiring to their homes. Rohan smiled, enjoying the pleasant sensation of power as he watched a couple peek fearful behind their window at his people.

He saw the PTM and his smile broadened. Not the newest of models, but seemingly unharmed and most glaringly unguarded.

He turned to his gang and began orienting the troops. “Khan and Torch, you keep watch on the north entrance, Cooks and Neil you go and make sure no one enters through the south. Buddha and Blondie, with me. Buddha, you bring the hammer, Blondie you bring the bot. Rest of you, security duty, make sure no one interrupts our work.”

They got to work, excitedly barking at one another and at the people inside the houses. Rohan approached the PTM and walked round it, appreciating it’s freshly painted, perfectly round surface.

Satisfied he nodded for Buddha to proceed.

Everything happened very quickly. Buddha smashed the side window with the hammer. The PTM began wailing with abandon. Blondie jumped inside and hooked the hijacker-bot with the personal assistant system. As the PTM fell silent, someone began shouting at them. Buddha and Rohan jumped inside and, with a quick command, the PTM sped off.

Looking back, Rohan managed to see a bald man running and shouting behind them.

He laughed and waved back.

He was quite pleased with himself.
 
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There is some conflict among the refugees, and they might not be best for polite society...

I'm interested in what the Atomists did to offend our protagonists and what is this past that they're running from...
 
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There is some conflict among the refugees, and they might not be best for polite society...

Being stuck inside a cargo ship for seven years with limited access to outside resources can do that to people.

I'm interested in what the Atomists did to offend our protagonists and what is this past that they're running from...

Well, the Atomists are the current leaders of Earth, and, Kali believes, the ones who killed their parents and forced them to flee.
 
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How many beings on the cargo ship? How low are supplies? Thanks
I'd say there are five to ten thousand beings in the Dignity, which is slightly above the limit of what it was designed to transport though not yet sufficient to create a deadly accident thanks to the tireless work of engineers.

Depending on how much supplies the few merchants with outside connections can get in, and how well do the ship's own fabricators perform, available supplies can range from ten percent of the population near famine to just three or two percent.
 
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A bulky drone appeared from the left, flying overhead. It was flashing the worn out blue and brown colors of “Onboard Security”, and wobbled left and right as it flew in their direction.

“Please ref-refrain from physical vio-violence.” It stammered in a metallic voice. "A-all pa-passagers must a-a-a-bide by the code of conduct o-ou-outlined in the-"

It droned on, [flying] drunkenly above them.
On the one hand, I love the mental image of a drone flying drunkenly. On the other, I am filled with dread about just how badly maintained the drone must have been to get that way. It bodes very poorly for the remainder of the journey. Rohan and his crew could be just the tip of the iceberg... or ice-asteroid... comet, I guess.
 
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On the one hand, I love the mental image of a drone flying drunkenly. On the other, I am filled with dread about just how badly maintained the drone must have been to get that way. It bodes very poorly for the remainder of the journey. Rohan and his crew could be just the tip of the iceberg... or ice-asteroid... comet, I guess.

I don-t know why but I love writing robots. And yeah, this ship is in a worse shape than the Millennium Falcon after going through an asteroid field.
 
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Chapter 2

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Kali wiped her forehead with the back of her gloved hand, dislodging the beads of sweat that clustered around her eyes while leaving behind a trail of sticky machine gunk. She blinked hard, trying to get the sticky fluid out of the corner of her eyes.

Meanwhile, she doubled the pressure exerted on the resistant piece of machinery that just wouldn’t budge and fit where it was supposed to fit.

In vain. Vexed, Kali threw the piece of hardware into a nearby pile and scribbled a quick note on a post-it she then affixed to the wall. This could wait for tomorrow, no one would die from having the climate module working with 5% less efficiency. Most people wouldn’t even notice.

She was walking out of the engine room, concentrated in wiping as much oil and gunk from her blue jumpsuit and white breathing mask, when she was hit by a very sudden and very vigorous hug.

“Oh Kali, I’m so happy to see you!” Hannah cried while she squeezed her helpless friend “It’s been ages since we’ve seen each other, how’s life going?”

Kali finally freed herself from the monstrous hug and smiled, feeling somewhere between amused and frustrated. “Good to see you too, Hannah.”

She let herself be pulled by the arm into the busy engineer’s cantina as Hannah talked her ears off, going through every piece of gossip she had recently gotten hold of.

Kali nodded patiently now and then to show she was paying attention as they advanced alongside the queue. When it was their turn, she showed her greasy ID card to the old woman serving the meals and ignored her mumbled comment about something something dirty overalls. One would imagine someone who served food to the Dignity’s engineer/mechanic/tinkerer corps wouldn’t be so bothered with the condition of clothing.

As she sat down with Hannah in one of the smaller tables, she resigned herself to an evening of mundane chatter.

Hannah tasted her ration paste and made a face. “I swear” she said “This stuff gets even more disgusting each time.”

Kali smirked as Hannah compressed her nose with her left hand and gulped down the first spoonful with a pained expression.

“I think I actually don’t dislike it so much anymore.” Kali shrugged “Though I wouldn’t mind some vegetables.”

Hannah laughed “You were always the weird one. Oh shit!” She suddenly reached across the table and grabbed Kali’s hands. “I forgot to tell you! I’m pregnant!”

“What?!” Kali almost chocked on her food. “Since when?”

“Since last week.” Hannah said, radiant “We’re gonna be parents, Jean and I, isn’t it wonderful?”

Kali frowned “Jean? I thought you’d dumped him.”

“Well, I had, but he’s changed.” Hannah smiled guiltily “You should meet him.”

“Meet him?” Kali scoffed “Remember last time you said that? He stared at my chest the whole time, all half an hour or so we talked didn’t look me in the eye once.”

Hannah lowered her eyes, embarrassed. “Yeah, that was a bit… I’m sorry.” She fidgeted with her spoon for a bit “But he’s changed, I swear.”

“Uh, really? Has he got a job now?” Kali asked, giving Hannah a sceptical stare.

“Not yet…” Hannah muttered.

Kali just smiled “So how changed can he really be?”

“It’s not easy to get a job, you know.” Hannah said, frowning. “And your brother hasn’t got one either, so I don’t know what you’re going on about.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t see where my brother comes in.” Kali said, furrowing her brow “I haven’t got any plans to fuck him.”

Hannah collapsed on a coughing fit, her cheeks having turned bright red. Kali smiled to herself. She liked to play a bit with Hannah’s somewhat prudish christian sensibilities. Especially when she wasn’t prepared.

Followers of the old three Abrahamic religions had a few adherents on board, but Kali, like many others found their focus on the individual hopelessly outdated. Individual commandments, individual sin, individual salvation seemed meaningless in an age where the individual human being was of little more importance to the powers that be in the galaxy than a mote of dust.

Anthropocentric morality and concept of godliness seemed risible when humanity had found species with vastly different, sometimes repugnant, belief systems who didn’t kill themselves in meaningless wars and didn’t rape and plunder their way through their ecosystems to the point of facing mass extinction in the face.

The new religions all dealt in collective themes. It was humankind’s soul and survival at stake, not the corner joe’s. Gaiists preached return to Mother Earth, forsaking the cursed stars to tend to the ravaged cradle of mankind. Singularians said the way forward was through symbiosis of the masses with Advent, their AI-prophet, looking for a future of higher cognitive processes and harmony through complete unity. Atomists preached… Kali really didn’t know, she didn’t have any wish to interact with one or read one of their pamphlets.

She pushed her glass of water to Hannah’s side of the table, smiling kindly. Hannah nodded a silent thanks and drank carefully.

“What I meant” she said after having drowned all surprise “is that, no offence, but your brother isn’t exactly a productive member of our community either, right? And at least Jean doesn’t jump people.”

“Rohan never hurt anybody.” Kali blurted before considering how weak of a defence that was. “Okay, yeah he isn’t exactly a shinning example, but he’s fifteen, not twenty two, and last I heard hadn’t got any girl pregnant.”

It was Hannah’s turn to scoff derisively.“Like stealing and smashing windows is better. Really, Kali, if I were you I’d kick him out.”

“He’s family.” Kali said tersely.

“I know. And I know how much family is important to you after, you know… But still…” Hannah shrugged. “He’ll only bring you trouble. Unlike my Jean.”

Kali sighed. “Yeah, ok. Look I really have to go.” She got up and passed her hand over her overalls, wiping off some paste that had stuck with the dried machine gunk. “’Till later, Hannah.”

“Oh… Take care.” Hannah said, surprised. “I haven’t bothered you, have I? Sorry if-”

“No, Hannah.” Kali smiled tiredly “No worries. Take care.”

Kali walked off, feeling the Hannah’s worried look tugging at her back.

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Home felt good. Home wasn’t anything fancy, but it was comfortable enough. The door worked, they had two beds, a small but functional kitchen and a climate-control system Rohan had “acquired” and Kali had modified that gave them more than enough heating.

Kali felt a pang of nostalgia as she turned on the heating. It reminded her there had been a time when she and Rohan could talk about something else than how much they though the other was a failure, a time when they shared their thoughts and problems, and sadness and happiness, with each other.

Kali sighed sadly and finished preparing the small bowl of salad. She divided it in two plates, and added a ball of cooked nutrient paste to each. She set Rohan’s on the kitchen table and went to her room.

Kali ate her food looking through the half-opened window, imagining how it would be like to see the stars at night. How ironic, she though, that they were now surrounded by open space yet she saw it much less than she had on Earth.

She finished her meal and set the plate down by the door, so she could remember to pick it up later.

Then she sat on the ground and took a black box from beneath the bed. The box was marked with the word RETURN in blocky white letters, and within it were a series of vials filled with green liquid.

Kali took one out and contemplated it for a few seconds. A small delicate vial with a tiny tube-like ending, a small relief that costed her half her monthly wage.

She put the tube to her nose and breathed in.

She felt light headed, her body was tense yet at the same time she felt free.

Today, she wanted to see space. Space and stars.

And her parents.

There they were, by the side of little her, pointing out the stars in the vast darkness above. And kali could feel the grass making her knees itch and hear the insistent buzzing of the cicadas in the background. It was a little cold and the night sky seemed very, very big. But her parents were there, holding her tightly talking to her.

She felt safe.

Kali drifted off to sleep, smiling.
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Rohan got home late and in bad spirits. Someone had stolen most of the parts of his disassembled PTM behind his back. All that work for nothing, and now he was back on the ropes, owing money to half of main corridor.

If this continued even his boys would desert him. He’d be all alone…

He shook off such thoughts. He was no coward, no sissy boy who ran to mama when he had the smallest of problems. He’d figure this out, like he always did.

He sat down to eat. The salad was good, tasteful like the nutrient paste could never be, and fresh, humid. Kali did make good salads.

He felt a whisper of sadness then, remembering when they prepared their meals together and then went to Inge’s apartment to get her some vegetables and receive some of her biscuits.

But now, now Inge was dead, Kali was probably sprawled across the ground of her room, sleeping pumped with Return, and he, he was neck deep in a mess he didn’t know how to get away from.

He sighed heavily and took a piece of paper from his pocket, one of the few things from the PTM he had managed to keep. And it was worthless.

Or was it?

He read it again.

Aren’t you tired?

Tired of wasting your years away in a ship falling apart, tired of having to scrap the bottom of the barrel just to get by, tired of everyone pushing you down, treating you like dirt on your own home?

Aren’t you tired of being at the mercy of the
Alien, who disregards our lives?

We are. We all are. Humanity is tired.

Tired of being pushed around like we don’t matter by
aliens who fear our capacities, our glorious past accomplishments.

Tired of being ignored by cowardly governments who bow to the
Alien powers.

We are tired. Enough, we say, enough!

Enough with these degrading conditions, enough with Alien control, enough!


If you want to say enough to those who oppress mankind, if you yearn to face the Alien without fear, if you want a stable roof over your head, food on your table and a family of like minded brothers and sisters, join us!

Ad Astra per Aspera

True Atomist Covenant
 
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You and @Macavity116 need to work together on names. Cali and Kali had me momentarily confused as to which AAR that I was reading. Kali, if you change your mind and bed your brother, we can have CK2 in space. Rohan could be getting in over his head. Thank you
 
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You and @Macavity116 need to work together on names. Cali and Kali had me momentarily confused as to which AAR that I was reading.
Oh I didn't even think about that. I chose Kali because of the significance of the name, but yeah, I should've remembered Cali and chosen a name with more than a letter of difference.

Kali, if you change your mind and bed your brother, we can have CK2 in space.
:oops: Ignoring all the genetic issues and age differences, the children would still have quite horrible parenting. Though it would certainly make a good story for Avon.

Rohan could be getting in over his head. Thank you

Rohan is very much going to chew much more than he can manage.
 
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