Dawn

[Snoofman]

Dawn - part 5

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Commodore Ashrain’s room was a small space with a simple arrangement. Upon exiting the lift, Twoface saw only a futon on the other end of the room in the left corner and what appeared to be a small shrine of candles and small murals.

"These are your personal quarters?" said Twoface.

Ashrain responded, "It is. Does it disappoint you?"

"Not at all, but I thought it would have some more amenities."

Ashrain strode over to her futon to pick up a datapad lying there and entered a command. A section of the left wall unfolded out to form a sitting sofa. Another tap on her tablet made another section in the right wall slide open, revealing a miniature kitchen with utensils, bottles, dishes, an oven, a boiler as well as other appliances.

Ashrain tossed her datapad on the sofa and walked over to the mini-kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable. Care for some noillir?" she asked, setting some water to boil.

"Oh, yes," Twoface thanked her as she took a seat on the sofa. "You seem to have a cozy habitat, Torrai Ashrain. If I may say so, I also approve of your little kitchen. The style is simple. Pragmatic."

Ashrain accepted the compliment. "Simple is how I like it," she said. "Some Torrais lavish their personal quarters with exotic furniture and jewels. Useless pretty things. Even tiny pets." She opened a bag of ground up fungoids. "It’s not wrong to have these things. Just not smart to have on a battlecruiser."

That struck Twoface as very pragmatic indeed. "Still, your place is quite exotic."

"Isn’t it?" Ashrain poured the fungoids into two bottles. "You know Black Razor is a very old ship. Based on the original Vortex class ships before the Great War and built to be quick and deadly. In fact, it’s a functioning relic that served the 51st strike group during the Charred Steppes campaign. After the war ended, some of the Admiralty wanted to decommission it and reequip my crew with a new ship. But Black Razor kept its crew alive all these tozons. So I convinced the Admiralty to keep the old fighter running. With the aid of skilled Gallens and some Pipolsid engineers, we gave Black Razor a complete renovation and upgrade. Much of these commodities I didn’t have during the war. Hence my upgraded room."

Twoface looked surprised at the Torrai. "You commandeered this ship during the Great War?"

"Under the command of Torrai Lashret Stillstorm," Ashrain said proudly as she poured the boiling water into the bottles before sealing them.

Stillstorm? Another name that seemed familiar, but Twoface could not place it.

"You are not familiar with Commander Stillstorm?" Ashrain was almost shocked at Twoface’s obliviousness. She took out a small, levitating table and positioned it in front of the sofa. "I thought well-informed Mizols like you would be familiar with one of the Union’s living legends."

"Forgive me, I’m afraid my knowledge of the Seren and Tinza fronts are shaky," Twoface embarrassedly admitted. Ashrain returned with both bottles, setting one on the levitating table and handing the other to Twoface. "I’ve heard many stories. But too many battles to remember. Too many names. And, while it is no excuse, I’m afraid my circle of friends and I didn’t fight on the fronts against the Umiak. We were stationed on the other side of the Local Bubble. At planet Justa."

"Justa?!" Ashrain could not believe it as she walked backed to the kitchen to fetch a small box of edibles. "Near the Hegemony borders? You mean you actually dealt with the Nissek."

Twoface sipped from the bottle. The noillir was quite soothing. "We did. I, my sister and half our diral that we trained with. While it was not near as brutal as what you must have endured, I would like to think that the Soroins made a difference in Maoren Sector."

Ashrain nodded as she took a seat beside Twoface. She placed the box on the levitating table and revealed six sweet cakes inside. Which Twoface graciously accepted. They were delicious.

"Still someone had to remind the cannibal lizards whose territory they touched," said Ashrain, finally taking a sip of her noillir. "But yes. It was a difficult war with the Shells. Many brave spirits who plunged into the dark void and never came back."

Twoface could almost feel a sadness emanate from Ashrain’s memories. But the Torrai had remarkable mental discipline and kept the memories contained. Twoface would have liked to get just a glimpse to know what sort of person Ashrain was, but Twoface respected her privacy. Besides, a successful Mizol only intruded another’s mind as a desperate measure. A Mizol made her target comfortable with a reason to trust. Not with phoney praises or blind flattery, but by touching base and offering a portion of herself from a place of pure sincerity. She gave her target a reason to let their guard down willingly.

Not that Ashrain was a target. Twoface had to admit that she seemed somewhat charismatic. In a stern way. The experienced Commodore seemed pleasant to be around. A loroi that aged well with dignity. And she certainly seemed like no enemy. Not unless she gave Twoface reason.

"I’m sure it must have been tough," Twoface consoled her. Again, being sincere. "If you don’t mind, Torrai Ashrain, I would very much like to get back to the matter at hand."

Ashrain nodded. "Right! We let ourselves get distracted. Let’s talk about our little refugee. I’ve heard the chatter about her spread across the ship like wildfire. The Tenoins and Listels seem especially enamoured by the tiny human."

"Well, babies are cute," Twoface laughed as she chewed another sweet cake.

No laugh was offered by Ashrain as she cooly took another sip. But she agreed with a simple, "Indeed."

That threw Twoface a bit off as she grunted, assuming a formal posture. Torrais had a tendency of being dead serious. Twoface also noticed that Ashrain did not seem to smile much. In fact she didn’t see the Commodore smile at all.

Ashrain accessed her datapad and entered a new command. The blank wall in front of them lit up with a holographic display. There were several running programs visible. Ship’s diagnostics. Command and Control Network updates. Surveillance footage within the Black Razor. There was even a live feed displaying Weaver and Icespear surrounded by three Tenoins as they lavished the baby with maternal affection.

Twoface stated more than asked with surprise, "You’ve been watching us?"

"I watch everything that happens on my ship," said Ashrain matter-of-factly. That was understandable to Twoface. "Our little guest has drawn something of a cult following." She entered a new command on the datapad. A new window on the holographic wall displayed a 3D-globe of Deinar. Ashrain spun the globe around to bring up the Great Continent of Mestirot. Another tap of the datapad and the view zoomed into the north-western part of the map, focusing on the Midwestern region of Zaral.

"The Peace Conference will be hosted here," Ashrain pointed to the city of Toridas.

"There?" Twoface asked a bit surprised. "At the Imperial Seat itself?"

Ashrain nodded. "The Emperor herself is overseeing the event to ensure there are no disruptions. The Torimors are already there waiting for the peace talks to commence. The Human Envoys will arrive a day before we do. So our plan is simple. Black Razor will dock at Toridas Docking Station in orbit. From there I will provide you and the infant with a security escort. Keep communication to a minimum. Once we arrive at Toridas, you will be driven to the Capital Complex."

"And we will finally be able to return the baby," Twoface said with relief. She was still curious about one thing. "But who is granting us access to the Peace Conference?"

"The Emperor herself," said Ashrain. "She is very interested in your case and wants the infant safely delivered."

"The Emperor knows about this?" This was most unusual. Something seemed out of place to Twoface. "How do you know this?"

"Because she told me," Ashrain admitted.

That’s when Twoface finally remembered a story about the Charred Steppes Campaign. Of a Torrai related to the Emperor Greywind who requested to be deployed to the front lines of the Great War to prove her worth as a commanding officer. She finally understood who this Torrai Ashrain was.

"You! You’re related to Emperor Greywind!"

"I am," said Ashrain. "Her grand niece in fact. Does that surprise you?"

That was a lot to take in. Not only were Twoface and her company aboard a ship belonging to a relative of the Emperor, but that same relative was being directed by the Emperor herself.

"Did she know?" Twoface asked suspiciously.

Ashrain raised a questioning eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"Shadowlane," Twoface said, feeling a hint of betrayal. "Did she know that you were planning on taking the baby to the Emperor?" Was Shadowlane being honestly intimate with her on Laget Station? Or was she conspiring with Ashrain and merely distracted Twoface from seeing what was truly happening?

"You speak as if we are not on the same side, Mizol," Ashrain said, a bit insulted. "Shadowlane and her MIzol family have been working alongside ours for years. Even before the Great War began, we strived to make the Union a better place. To make the Loroi a stronger people."

"But what about the baby?" Twoface asked. Now she wasn’t sure if she could trust what was going on here. "What does Emperor Greywind want with a human child?"

"Come now, Mizol," Ashrain said as if stung. "Just what kind of savages do you think we are? I told you that we would deliver the baby to safety. That is what I want. That is what Greywind wants. All I ask is that you have a little faith."

Twoface thought about it. She could sense no deception coming from Ashrain. It is possible that she was concealing some deeper scheme, but she could not be sure. On the one hand, Greywind did openly voice her wish for peace between the Union and Terran Colonial Authority. Yet the current Emperor was also known for her unorthodox methods, of jumping from the Mizol caste to the Torrai, and of how she seized power after the death of Emperor Eighth Dawn. Imposing hefty taxes that exhausted the civilians and other races. Pushing them to their limits.

There seemed to be little choice in the matter at hand. Twoface would have to hope for the best and go along with this plan. For now. "Alright then," said Twoface and sighed. "I do this for the child. And for what the Union is supposed to stand for?"

Ashrain raised a curious eyebrow at that. "And what do you think it is supposed to stand for?"

"A force of good and unification," Twoface said sternly. "Not to needlessly wage war."

That seemed a bit obscure to Ashrain. "We’re warriors. War is what we do!"

"Even if that means war with humanity?" Twoface challenged.

Ashrain sighed and set her bottle down on the levitating table. She took a sweet cake. "You misundertand, Mizol. As a Torrai, I’m ready for a fight. I have to be. But I don’t want a war with the entirety of humanity."

Twoface was not entirely convinced. She pressed for more answers. "Suppose, hypothetically, it came down to it. What would you do?"

"I would do my duty," Ashrain admitted, chewing her sweet cake. "However, I am not happy with the thought of humans being exterminated. Though it seems obvious that some members of the Elder Council would have no problem with that. My former Commander, Stilstorm, had poor opinions of humanity even on first contact. It would also devastate many loroi being forced to kill something resembling menfolk. The humans that aided the loroi in their time of greatest need do not deserve to die."

"I mean no offence to your caste, Commodore," Twoface said sincerely. "But not all the Torrais seem to share that sentiment."

"Neither do all the Mizols," Ashrain retorted, taking a huge bite out of another sweet cake.

"Fair enough." Twoface took another sip of noillir.

"My colleagues and I are aware of the conflict in the Wastelands," said Ashrain. "Those human raiders are getting the least of what they deserve. But too many Torrais have violated the rules of engagement. And now look at the mess we are in. And half the Elder Council encourages it."

Twoface considered what the Torrai was saying. She could sense no deception. "I admit. I’m… relieved that you and your crew don’t spread that propaganda."

"I can’t control what the whole crew thinks," said Ashrain. "Some are not fond of humanity. Torrais like myself can’t be too picky. But I have booted anyone spreading anti-human propaganda off my ship. Too few within the Council, or the Alien Assembly, sympathise with humanity. The only ones willing to speak up in humanity’s defence are the religious lunatics."

Twoface stated more than asked, "You mean the Barsam Clerics?"

"Among the Union’s other pretentious nuts," Ashrain added. "On top of that, those same religious lunatics have been harassing the Emperor for not giving enough to the loroi civilians."

Twoface noticed that there seemed to be neither sympathy nor loathing for the civilians coming from Ashrain. Just a simple stating of the facts. "Well," Twoface said. "Clerics may believe in fantastic tales of nonsense, but they preach a message of tolerance and compassion among all intelligent species. They are a necessary glue for binding the races together. Plus a fraction of loroi civilians are church members. So the church must help them for fear of losing their followers. And donations."

"Quite insightful, Mizol Twoface," Ashrain complimented her.

Twoface shrugged. "I’ve researched the matter. I remember Shadowlane…" She paused a moment. Twoface truly wondered if Shadowlane had been sincere or not with her. "She explained many of the Mizol departments are under a lot of stress. She was so kind and helpful even amidst their work." She tried to overcome feeling exploited and betrayed by Shadowlane.

"Shadowlane and I go way back," Ashrain said pleasantly. "She’s a true friend. You may feel betrayed by Shadowlane. But believe me. If she cared nothing for that human infant, she would have not gone through the trouble on its behalf. Or yours."

"I… would like to believe that," Twoface said. Still skeptical, but slowly she allowed her guard down. "I admit, it does seem like the Mizols are being forced to take on the civilians’ problems. I'm surprised the Counci isn't doing more."

"Why would they?" Ashrain practically spat out. "Many in the Council are survivors of Eighth Dawn’s old cabinet. Like the now deceased Third Emperor, they say one thing but do another. Promising fair treatment of civilians yet making policies detrimental to their well-being."

Now that caught Twoface’s interest. "Oh? How so? The Council may not be perfect, but our Emperor is no saint herself."

Ashrain did not appreciate that, but she had heard worse. Overlooking Twoface’s insensitive remark, she decided to use an example. "When the Great War ended, the Council voted to grant more commerce rights to the Union races over the loroi civilians. They even handed over most of the resources pillaged from Hierarchy territory after the war. It was unfortunate, but Greywind had to compensate the races for years of high taxes. The rest was incorporated into the military budget. The civilians got nothing. The aliens' economies blossomed. But since the aliens could afford to offer cheaper services and products for the Torrais, the Guilds lost clients and income. Many were facing bankruptcy. So the Banking Guild, in a cooperative scheme with administrative agencies under the Neridi Monarchs’ employment, proposed to stimulate loroi businesses by asking the Elder Council for a financial stimulus package."

Twoface could not help but laugh. Greedy economists were bold. She should know. She had to deal with them on a few occasions. "Yes. A hefty one! Which the banks would, under the management of the Neridi administrators, loan out to the Guilds until they could attract new clients. I seem to recall the Manual Labor Guild going ballistic when they heard the news."

"Indeed," said Ashrain. "None of the Guilds wanted it. Even Greywind condemned it. She proposed giving the money instead to the Guilds directly as small, sequential handouts until they attracted new clients. But the Council chose to give the banks what they wanted. And the Guilds had no choice but to take on more loans. Now the Guilds are deep in debt, with no way of paying it off. In the end, the talents barely stayed in the hands of civilians. Instead the money went right back to the banks (with interest) and into the pockets of bankers and rich Neridi monarchs. It was later discovered that some of the Neridi had embezzled half the money before they even lent it out. Giving the civilians more reason to go rioting in the streets. My point is if everyone simply stopped and did what we said, we would solve everyone’s problems. Sadly that’s not how politics works. Greywind and the Council are in an uneasy relationship. I know not many people trust my family or my grand aunt. Fewer like us. I know we did terrible things. And I justify none of it except that it was necessary. But it saved lives. Greywind did what most were not willing to do. And she has accepted all the blame and hatred that the Union threw at her. To save lives. And that’s what we want for this human infant and the humans that truly mean no harm to us; the chance to live."

Twoface considered what Ashrain had just conveyed. "I don’t know if I can completely trust you, Torrai Ashrain. But I think your point is well made. As long as the human child is safely delivered, I am happy." Twoface made to leave. "Thank you for your time and your hospitality. I feel that we are prepared for the final phase of our journey. If you’ll excuse me."

"Wait," said Ashrain. "I haven’t excused you yet. I’m still curious as to how you got deployed to Maoren Sector."

"It’s a long story," sent Twoface.

"We’re still two days from Deinar," said Ashrain. "I’ve got time. I'll make us some more noiler."

Twoface conceded as Ashrain went to her kitchen to fix some more noiler. The Mizol could not help but notice Ashrain swiftly inhale something from a different bottle before she returned with more boiler.

Ashrain noticed Twoface's suspicious aura. "Is there a problem?" she asked.

Twoface had no desire to be rude, but sent with all the courtesy she could muster, "I hope you will pardon my suspicion, but I know a secret drinker when I see one."

Ashrain stared at Twoface. "What's it to you?"

"Surely a commodore like yourself is aware that drinking on duty is strictly prohibited."

"I don't drink that much," sent Ashrain defensively. She sat back down, handing Twoface her bottle. "I hope you are not planning to report me, considering I am ferrying you."

Twoface shrugged. "It's your ship. You are free to do as you please on it. Just as long as you don't crash us. I'll keep my mouth shut of your sake."

Twoface was aware of the rising problem of alcohol. Initially alcohol had been banned for Loroi consumption. But the stresses of the Great War had driven many Loroi to seek out its soothing effects as well as its capacity to reduce pain. The only problem was that most Loroi did not understand how to drink responsibly and inevitably abused this liquid drug. Yet despite the ban, Loroi still sought it out in unregistered drinking dens. To counter this problem, modern taverns were permitted to sell beverages with low alcoholic levels. Enough to sooth drinkers, but not enough to deeply intoxicate them. Still it did not stop some Loroi from seeking out stronger drinks, as it seemed in Ashrain's case.

"Now tell me, what was Maoren Sector like?" asked Ashrain, taking a sip of her noiler. "I’ve always wondered what was happening there while my comrades and I tangled with the Shells at the Steppes."

Twoface took a deep breath, along with a sip of noiler, and began her tale...

[Snoofman]

Dawn – part 6

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Twoface recounted her time in the Maoren Sector.

"Initially our squad was merely one of many stationed as a security team in one of Justa’s major cities to protect the residents and merchants," said Twoface. "The Nissek like to trade with the Barsam there. We kept our presence there for twenty-five tozons. My sister in that time had birthed two daughters. I had none."

Ashrain seemed intrigued. "I hope those Nissek didn’t manage to eat anyone of your comrades."

Twoface simply laughed. Few people understood the Nissek. "I know what everyone has said about them. ‘Never go alone at night,’ they said. ‘Or a gang of Nissek will pick you up and make you a meal.’ But the Nissek are a divided Feudal Society with varying beliefs. And the Nissek I met were civil. Courteous even."

"This seemed like an opportunity to build friendly relations. Our squad oversaw that Nissek visiting Justa for commerce obeyed regulations and were not harassed. We even took the initiative to ask some local Barsam missionaries to aid us. They lightened the other races’ views on Nissek."

"I was actually requested by our superiors to engage in talks with the Nissek to gain their trust. And commerce boomed with success. My sister, who was slow to trust them at first, also warmed up to them. When the war with the Umiak started, our superiors still kept us at Justa. To maintain peace and keep gaining the Nissek’s trust. I was cautious. Not all Nissek are to be trusted. Thank goodness we Loroi are blessed with sanzai. But the more I came to know the Nissek, the more I understood that they were not quite what we heard about in the stories."

"In fact, there was a divided political opinion among their ruling clans regarding the Loroi-Umiak conflict. Some clans were eager to aid the loroi in the war effort and wanted to send a massive naval force. But the Elder Council were not keen on the idea of allowing them through our territories. Many Nissek actually hated Umiak because they were abominations that held no regard for nature. Like empty husks that devoured everything and left behind toxic shit. Wherever Umiak went, only death followed. This was a new face of the Nissek. Reptiles that held a reverence for nature."

"I dared to ask them about their… cannibalistic habits. One of the Nissek simply laughed and said, ‘Why let good meat go to waste?’"

"Most people would be mortified at such a statement, and rightly so. And yet, I was curious and asked if they were aware why many other races didn’t trust them."

"The Nissek laughed again and howled, ‘Soul-flesh!’"

"I can’t pronounce the exact Nissek word, but apparently in Nissek culture, the word for ‘soul’ and ‘flesh’ are the same."

"‘Few outsiders understand our ways,’ he told me. ‘When one of yours die, you bury it, burn it or stuff it in a lab. To Nissek, that goes against the circle of life. To us, soul and flesh are the same. They are one. Even when a Nissek dies, his spirit is still in his flesh. So we eat him. Not out of cruelty. But out of love. Every Nissek funeral is a feast where the body of the deceased is prepared, cooked and laid before us. And we gladly eat the deceased’s flesh so that his soul-flesh may live on inside of us. We mourn his death. But we celebrate his passing. One day we may fall prey to the beasts in the wild. It is tragic. But it is also good. Because we become a part of them. And we Nissek hunt the animals, which become a part of us. So you see? We are all connected in the circle of life. To betray this cycle is to betray our nature.’"

"I asked him what he would do if I died and he could decide the fate of my body."

"He answered, ‘I would give you any funeral you wished. But I would still like to eat you.’"

Ashrain burst into laughter. "Those savage beasts had a dark sense of humor."

Twoface chuckled. "You know, he was dead serious. But we both thought it was funny. While I do not condone cannibalism, or eating other intelligent species, I must admit there is some strange, spiritual appeal to the Nissek philosophy."

"Unfortunately, things did not work out as we had hoped. Eventually a group of Mizols arrived. They relied heavily on our knowledge of the Nissek and enlisted us Soroins to aid them in an investigation. What we found shocked us. Apparently there was a clan of extremist Nissek that were using their gentler kin to more easily travel to and from Justa. I remember raiding a storage house where we caught the criminals in a most horrific act…"

Ashrain was bombarded with Twoface’s memories of that same storage house. Of slabs of meat and limbs hacked to bits so that they could be stored for shipment. Pools of rainbow blood from different races ran into the grated floor and down through drainage. How the Soroins, in a fit of fury and vengeance, lined up the criminals and executed them on sight. Only the kingpin was spared under orders of the Mizols for questioning.

"Monstrous," Ashrain said amidst her horrified revulsion.

Twoface nodded, taking another swig from her bottle. She was feeling a little woozy herself. And a little sick when she told Ashrain her horrifying memory. "Apparently these particular Nissek were abducting and killing civilians from different races to sell as meat on the Nissek black market. The carnage they made in that place… the blood under our feet… I nearly threw up."

"You gave the murdered victims justice," Ashrain reassured her.

Twoface was not so sure. "Did we? I recall the Mizols interrogating the kingpin. Amidst their questioning, I couldn’t hold myself back and shouted at that vile scaly, ‘You cruel bastard! Have you no honor?’ He merely shrugged it off and simply answered, ‘Just business.’ I thought he would be brought to justice like the other Nissek we executed. But apparently the Mizols wanted him alive to find the other extremist cells situated on Justa. In exchange for a fair trial."

Ashrain snorted, taking a sip. "Typical of the Mizols to make deals with our enemies. No offence, Twoface."

Twoface shrugged it off. She’d heard worse insults. She was also a little too tipsy to care. "After that, news of these atrocities spread like wildfire. The treaties broke down. Public opinion of the Nissek worsened. All our hard work to build peaceful relations seemed to be for nothing. The Nissek innocent of these crimes were banned from Justa. Not even clerics from the Barsam Church would speak on their behalf. I never saw those Nissek again. Trade agreements were still permitted, but heavily sanctioned. Any hopes we had of getting the Nissek to give more aid against the Umiak seemed to vanish as well."

"The Mizols still assigned to our team saw something in me. They were impressed by my ability to reason and connect with aliens. They thought my skills were better suited for diplomacy than the brute force of the Soroins and offered to transfer me to their caste."

"I was torn."

"On the one hand I was aware that Mizols had access to lots of juicy information that no one else got to see. They were influential and good at resolving conflicts. Although the Torrais made many of the executive and legislative decisions, the Mizols also heavily influenced those decisions. It seemed like an opportunity to make a difference."

"But on the other hand, I had to think about my familial commitments. To our Soroin caste. But most of all to my sister. The Mizols gave me three days to decide before they departed for Deinar. I consulted my sister. You can guess what she thought. She forbade me to go. Told me that my place was with her. With the Soroins."

Twoface hiccuped as the most difficult part of her memory came to surface. The weight of the memory made her drop her head in shame. "I will never forget what Luckystar told me, ‘You cannot go! No one will love you the way I do!’"

"Initially, I was going to stay. My sister was momentarily relieved. But the closer the Mizols’ departure came, the more I began to fret. I was not a particularly good Soroin. I was not tall and strong like my sisters around me. And while the Soroins tolerated me, they never truly accepted me. Only my sister accepted me wholly. It felt like an opportunity was slipping away and I would never get another chance."

"The final day came, and I made my choice. I chose the Mizols. I explained to my sister that this was my chance to make a difference. We may have failed to build better relations on Justa. But maybe I could aid in forging peace elsewhere. My sister, Luckystar, went ballistic. She broke down into tears. I will never forget that last thing she said to me, ’Go have fun with your scheming friends, traitor!’"

"The other Soroins didn’t seem to forgive me either. So without a word, I simply left and joined the Mizols…"

Ashrain could not help but feel sympathy for the Mizol. "Did you ever see your sister again?" Ashrain asked.

"No." A tear ran down Twoface’s scarred cheek. She wiped her runny nose. "I’ve wanted to reach out to her after all these tozons. But…" Twoface sighed hopelessly. "Oh, what does it matter?"

"Separation from loved ones hurts," said Ashrain, setting her bottle on the levitating table. "Let me show you something."

Twoface put her bottle down as well as Ashrain led her to the shrine in front of her bed. The shrine was a small castle of electric candles, murals and pictures of loroi resting on pedestals of varying heights. There were even a few pictures of aliens. It seemed obvious that these people (or memories of people) mattered deeply to the commodore.

Among these pictures, Ashrain pointed to one of a Torrai with long blue, braided hair, green eyes and a long, beautiful face. She did not smile. Many loroi did not smile when posing for a picture. Twoface also noticed, upon closer inspection, that she wore a small but notable crescent-shaped ornament on her head.

The realisation hit Twoface. "That ornament! The one you wear on your armor. It belongs to her!"

"Yes, it did," Ashrain said sadly.

"Who is she?"

"My greatest nemesis and truest friend. Moonglow. A commodore like me. Many who recite the fables of our battles like to boast that we fought side by side. But truly, Moonglow and I spent more time competing with each other on the battle field. We would wager bets to determine who would be prioritized for refueling and restocking munitions."

"What happened to her?"

Ashrain’s gaze stayed glued to Moonglow’s picture as she explained. "In the final days of the war, the Leido Crossroads were overrun by the Shells. It was the time that Alexander Jardin helped us turn the tide against our greatest foe."

Even Twoface knew who that was. "You actually met Alexander Jardin?"

Ashrain nodded. "After discovering the secret of the enemy’s lotai, the Shells were mounting a massive offensive. The likes of which the Union had never seen. The Imperial fleet mustered all the ships it could and pushed back the offensive. Without Jardin’s discovery of the Shell’s plot, I cannot be sure we would still be here. In the end we won. But we paid for it with many ships and many lives. Including Moonglow’s."

"My condolences," Twoface offered.

A tear rolled down Ashrain’s cheek. "Sometimes I cannot help but feel as if I cheated her. Robbed her of her luck. I keep this shrine here. To never forget those that mattered to me. Who gave everything for the Union and paid the price. And I can never forget how much time Moonglow and I wasted competing with each other. We could have used that precious time to help each other."

"Why did you and Moonglow compete so much?"

Ashrain laughed as she wiped away her tear. "It dates as far back as our days at the Torrai Academy together. Moonglow liked to tease me by pointing out that my merits were never earned. But given to me as a privilege. She could be unbearable at times. But..." Ashrain sighed. "What I would give to have her annoying self back."

"I understand," said Twoface. "If you don’t mind, Torrai Ashrain, I would very much like to retire. Thank you... for hearing my tale. And for sharing yours."

Ashrain recomposed herself and nodded. "It was a pleasure. Go. Be with your friends." Twoface turned and headed for the lift. Before it brought her down to the lower levels, she heard Ashrain say, "And keep that baby safe!"

[Krulle]

Nice, very nice!

Thank You!



Quite some tales to be told.

Although a ship's captain does have certain freedoms (being physically separated from the chain of command), especially in times of peace, or minor squabbles with pirates, I don't think anyone having served actively on a ship of war during a war would decline a promotion into admirality offices.
From there she could foster cooperation better than leading by example as the commodore of just one small battle group...

[Snoofman]

Nice, very nice!

Thank You!



Quite some tales to be told.

Although a ship's captain does have certain freedoms (being physically separated from the chain of command), especially in times of peace, or minor squabbles with pirates, I don't think anyone having served actively on a ship of war during a war would decline a promotion into admirality offices.
From there she could foster cooperation better than leading by example as the commodore of just one small battle group...

That's true. This is just an idea of how it could go. And an attempt to show that even badass warriors are emotional beings like humans. Plus I'm sure that Ashrain comes from a LARGE family of Loroi. Hundreds. Maybe thousands of Mizols and Torrais working together toward a common goal, if you count her biological sisters, cousins, daughter, nieces, her mother and aunts. Brothers, sons, nephews, father and uncles aside. I think it's a safe bet that there were bound to be other Torrais in her family that were eager to accept the position that Ashrain turned down. In the original webcomic, Ashrain wanted to deployed to the front lines to prove her worth and competence. Likely she had ambitions then to climb the ranks. But war and trauma can change a man, and woman.

[Krulle]

that's definitely true.


Nepotims is a good way to strengthen your power as emperor, but also a good way to be murdered so that the next in line can take the throne.

[Snoofman]

that's definitely true.

Nepotims is a good way to strengthen your power as emperor, but also a good way to be murdered so that the next in line can take the throne.

Yes that is a risk. But I'm sure the Emperor has many allies, both familial and even friends not bound by blood, that sincerely love her and are loyal to her. Said allies would no doubt be on a look out for any Loroi that seem to be conspiring against their Emperor, whether motivated by duty or hoping to gain favor. On top of that, even if the Emperor has relatives or allies conspiring against her, it would no doubt be hard to conceal such a plot when the Emperor demands a personal audience, or sends out her most trusted spies to investigate.

Plus the next Loroi Emperor can't inherit the throne by right of heritage. The next Emperor must be elected by the Council.

[Snoofman]

Next part is coming soon. Been trying to resolve some plot issues. Thanks to everyone that has taken time to read and for your reviews. They give me encouragement and inspiration. And I hope that I provide inspiration to you as well.

Another note: While the next part features a diplomatic/political scene, I do not claim to know much about political proceedings or the technical terms that get thrown around in political offices or hearings. I write based on what I know.

Critique is welcome. If I may ask one thing: do so gently.

[Snoofman]

Dawn – part 7

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It was the twenty-fourth day of their journey. Black Razor had finally reached Deinar.

The infant’s circle of admirers said their farewells. The Tenoins also painted a small tattoo on her right cheek, as was their custom, to wish her safe travels and remind her that she would always be friend to them. While packing together their possessions, Twoface noticed that the baby puked, but assumed it was due to jump sickness. Four Soroin guards escorted them to the ship’s exit.

Commodore Ashrain left her First Officer Bluethorn in command. She decided to join the group to ensure their safe deliverence. This seemed odd to Twoface, but she welcomed the Torrai’s help. There was little doubt in Twoface’s mind that Ashrain sincerely wanted to see this child to safety.

The group passed through the Customs Gates and busy crowds of the Toridas Station, keeping a low profile with the child safely tucked in her incubation pod. All seemed to be going well. Until their shuttle touched down at Toridas Space Port Hangar. While disembarking the shuttle, a warning alarm signalled from the pod. Something was wrong with the baby. The Loroi were horrified at what they saw. The baby was crying in pain. Weaver also noticed that her body temperature was unusually high.

Ashrain immediately arranged for a medical vehicle to transport them to a hospital outside of Toridas. It was going to be impossible to keep the baby’s presence concealed, but at least they were far away from too many prying eyes.

Now Twoface, Icespear and Ashrain were standing in a hallway of the Greensea Hospital, just south of Toridas, with the four Soroins keeping a look out. They watched through a pane of glass as the Doranzers analyzed the human infant’s vitals. The human baby wailed her lungs out as she lay naked on an infirmary bed. Twoface’s heart went out to the child as she placed a worried hand on the glass. All she wanted was to be by her side, but her presence would only disturb the Doranzers. Only Listel Weaver was permitted to stand by the Doranzers to provide information from her recordings over the last twenty-four days.

Icespear for once was surprisingly consoling. The baby’s condition seemed to soften her. “Don’t worry,” she comforted Twoface. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Weaver exitted the operating room alongside a Doranzer named Bluecross.

“Well, how is she?” asked Twoface.

“Not what I suspected,” answered Weaver, looking down shamefully, feeling incompetent. “At first I thought it might be jump sickness. But her immune system seems weakened. Some nutritional deficiencies. I also failed to notice that her body weight should be slowly increasing. Why didn’t I think of this earlier? How stupid of me.”

That worried Twoface. “What do you mean?”

“The issue seems to lie with the feeding solution you’ve been giving her,” said Bluecross. “When infants are growing, the composition of their mother’s milk changes frequently. This baby has been getting a protein rich feeding solution, but it’s not enough. Feeding an infant the same milk can be hazardous to its health. We need to change her feeding solution’s composition to match mature milk. More carbohydrates and fats. I must also insist that the human remain here until her health seems stable.”

“That... might be problematic,” Twoface sent, feeling insecure about leaving the human in a hospital during these difficult times. “We need to transfer her-”

“That cannot be helped,” the Doranzer cut off the Mizol’s train of thought. While Doranzers were known to be gentle and caring in their profession, they were trained to be unnegotiable in medical matters. “Travelling could jeoprodize the human’s health. It’s for the best. You may spend some time with her in a while after we have finished our examinations.”

Before Bluecross went back into the operating room, Ashrain cut in, “Doranzer Bluecross, I understand that this order may seem odd, but we must keep the human infant’s presence as discreet as possible. Especially during these politically tense times. Therefore, I expect you to spread the message to your colleagues to not circulate stories. For if I suspect that anyone here intends to place the human infant in harm’s way, that one shall be subjected to a court martial.”

Bluecross nervously nodded. “I... I understand completely, Torrai. The human’s safety is among our highest priorities.” She turned and headed back into the operating room with Weaver in tow.

Ashrain turned to Twoface. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to make some calls. I trust you to keep an eye on the human. You’ve been admirably committed to this task so far.”

Twoface nodded with her arms hugged in. “Of course, Commodore.”

Ashrain left them, instructing her Soroins to protect the baby and keep watch. Twoface, overwhelmed by the uncertainty and worry, fell against the wall and slid down to the floor. Would their troubles never end?

-

The Imperial Capital Complex was the second base of operations throughout the Union. All decisions made aboard Cry of the Wind were transmitted to the Complex, where the central authority would pass on new legislation or relay military commands. Well built, well defended as well as aesthetic, the Complex was home to numerous bureaucratic offices, subterranean facilities and home to some of the finest art paying tribute to the Loroi's leaders as well as ancient legendary figures.

The Complex also featured a circular amphitheater to host political congregations primarily for Torrais. Very rarely were outsiders permitted audience. At one end was the Imperial throne, confined within a private box reserved for the Emperor and her Diadem. The rest of the amphitheater could accommodate up to thousands of visitors. Though today it was quite empty save for a couple dozen Torimors, a few members of the Admiralty, quite a number of human envoys and the Emperor herself.

It was disconcerting for the Loroi to be surrounded by so many blank minds. Upon their arrival, the humanity envoys were given a brief instruction of the Loroi proceedings. The Loroi and humans had been in a heated exchange for two days now. The humans had been quick to point out the Loroi’s unprovoked attacks on civilian freighters. While they had seemed reserved and tactful at first, they were not afraid to voice their outrage for ‘inhuman’ treatment as they called it. The Loroi Torrais, in turn, pointed out the Terran Colonial Authority’s failure to take immediate action against the human raiders. As well as the Union’s growing concern of a new political movement in humanity territory calling itself the Terran Confederate Movement. A pro-military party that attracted many human supporters. Sadly it also seemed to draw humanity’s extremists, including militants, fascists, racists and xenophobes. Giving the politicians within Union territory more reason to approve the Torrai Council’s acts of aggression.

Greywind and her Torimors tried to keep order, but the negotiations were tense to say the least. One Terran officer actually lunged at a Torrai at one point, spouting curses like, "murderers," or "tyrants". Greywind was forced to clear the court until Loroi and humans calmed down before negotiations could resume. After three days of diplomatic exchange, it seemed the Terrans and Loroi were making progress.

“Have we come to an agreement then?” Torimor Silvermist asked the humans in the presence of her comrades.

“Transparently, Ambassador,” one of the male humanity envoys said. “Our government will launch military strikes immediately to neutralize the pirate bands. We will also file and send official reports so that the Union may be informed of our progress. In the interest of cultivating peace and coexistence.”

“And this ‘Confederate’ political group? If they continue to gain traction within Terran territory, tensions will undoubtedly escalate.”

A human female took that question. “As we explained earlier, obstructing different political parties goes against our democratic values, Miss Silvermist. But I guarantee that even if this Movement succeeds, we will be launching a massive campaign to broadcast a friendlier message to our people. One that promotes tolerance and peace for aliens.”

Silvermist eyed the human envoys silently as she considered their replies. “We seem to understand. We Loroi in return will make every possible effort to reverse calls for war within the Union.”

"What about the sanctions?" another male with slanted eyes and darker skin tone interjected. "Trade and commerce will suffer if they are not lifted-"

"The Diadem has made its decision," Silvermist said strictly. "There is only so much we can do here. If humanity truly wishes for a peaceful coexistence with the Union, it must prove it with action. Deal with the raiders first! Make every possible effort to ease your humanity public's opinion of the Union. Give the Elder Council reason to trust humanity. Then we can begin discussing how to lift these sanctions. On that point, we are firm. And discuss it no further!"

The humans did not seem comfortable with that, but accepted it.

Silvermist turned her gaze toward Greywind. “I now call upon her Imperial Highness, Emperor Greywind, to approve the following motions. Motion to stop Union vessels from attacking Terran ships and humans not associated with piracy. Motion to use every legal power to prevent war with humanity.”

Greywind verbally answered the assembly with a raspy but strong voice, “I approve it. By the power vested in me, any votes for war against humanity will be vetoed. And any warrior that launches unprovoked attacks on Terran vessels, without proof of criminality, will be subject to prosecution. However, humanity must understand that any Loroi guilty of such misconduct, if captured by Terran authorities, must be returned to the Union where they will face trial by a Loroi court. Humanity may not carry out a trial or execution of Loroi warriors that they capture. Failure to comply may result in further sanctions or nullify the peace agreement. Indeed, it shall be construed as a wilful act of aggression. Further details and codes of conduct will be provided. Are my words clear to all within this assembly?”

The human envoys were silent a moment as they contemplated the Emperor’s words. It was obvious on some of their expressions that this term did not sit well with them. But they were in no position to argue. They voiced their answer, “Aye.”

“It shall be so,” Greywind dictated. She turned to one of her Mizols holding a datapad who digitally confirmed the Emperor’s command. The Mizol held the data pad up to Greywind for verification, who in turn placed her hand to sign the digital document.

With that first order of business done, Greywind turned her attention back to the assembly. “More discussions lie ahead, honorable envoys. But we seem to be making progress. To the humanity diplomats, I say this: do your work and I promise only good things between us.”

The humans on the main floor as well as the seated envoys throughout the amphitheater rose from their seats and began clapping their hands. A gesture which confused the vast majority of Loroi present as the clapping echoed throughout the amphitheater.

Except for Greywind who recognized this humanity ritual. She sent out to her fellow Loroi, “The human envoys are applauding us. It is a human way of sounding approval and praise. Rise and clap hands together!”

One by one the assembled Loroi hesitantly rose from their seats and awkwardly performed the alien ritual. The humanity envoys looked mildly surprised by this gesture and clapped their palms together with more enthusiasm. More approval. More praise.

Yes, we indeed seem to be making progress, thought Greywind with satisfaction.

When the applauding finally ceased, Greywind made a final address, “We still have to resolve the issues concerning the travel ban, restoring our embassies and maintaining interstellar communication. As well as the ‘Intelligence and Information Exchange Pact', which is vital to diplomacy and combating crime within Union and Terran territories. But it has been a long day. We will continue these discussions tomorrow. This meeting is adjourned!”

With that said and done, the humans and Loroi filed out of the amphitheater, escorted to their respective guest rooms. Greywind could not help but notice some Loroi look anxiously at the human males. Some lustful and lewd thoughts were already circulating. The males in turn seemed to notice the hungry looks they got but struggled to retain their professional demeanor. The human females, strangely, were not pleased by the attention that the Loroi seemed to give their men.

What the humans did not realize was that Greywind sent out a final command to her subordinates, “Remember Loroi! Do not encourage any sexual behaviors. This is a conference. Not a brothel. If you are caught copulating with the humans, there will be consequences. Do not test me!”

The Loroi took the hint and struggled to suppress their urges as they left. Greywind sighed. At least the worst seemed to be over.

Buzz! Buzz!

A ring from Greywind’s wristguard communicator drew her attention as she and her guardians left the amphitheater. It was a message from Ashrain.

Greywind typed on her wrist’s holographic pad and wrote to her grandniece:

Grey: You are late. I was expecting a call from you sooner.

Ash: Apologies Aunt. We have already arrived at Toridas and took the elevator down. But our special guest became ill.

Grey: Is she alright?

Ash: She seems fine. Doranzers are tending to her. Forgive me for not contacting you sooner. Now we are at a the Greensea Hospital just south of Toridas. It was necessary.

Grey: I understand. Keep her safe.

Ash: Yes Aunt.

Grey: Anyway, it is good to hear from you, my brave venturer. XD

Ash: Please clarify what XD signifies.

Grey: Human acronym I learnt from the human envoys. Used in a digital construct called ‘social media’.

Ash: Social media?

Grey: A networking interface meant for creating and distributing digital content.

Ash: Like what?

Grey: Junk information mostly meant more for personal amusement. A human female envoy asked several Loroi to partake in a queer, photographing ritual called 'groupie'.

Ash: Do not know what that is, but sounds tedious.

Grey: Indeed XD

Ash: I still don’t get it. Anyway, how are peace talks proceeding?

Grey: Tense. But making progress. Will share the details with you later. Keep me updated on our special guest’s condition.

Ash: Will do, my Emperor.

Grey: See you soon, my brave venturer.


Greywind tapped off her wristguard's commlink. She touched fingers with one of her Mizol agents in order to send discreetly, “Livewire, it’s time. Head to the Greensea Hospital. Observe only! Do nothing until instructed otherwise.”

“Yes, Great, grandmother,” Mizol Livewire replied. “You can count on me.” She parted ways with Greywind to carry out her new task.

Although her expression remained sternly neutral, Greywind felt content. And anxious that she would soon meet this human child.

-

[Quickdraw101]

At least things are looking up for continued friendly relations between the Union and Humanity. Neither side wants a war, aside from the most aggressive factions on either side, and nipping these raiders in the bud would do great to ensure continued peace. Here's hoping the TCA can eradicate them. As for the baby, it's good to know that all those around her are genuinely looking out for her. I don't doubt the Doranzers will be able to get her a suitable milk solution, even if they have to find a lactating Loroi to do so. Although I find it funny that the Emperor is using XD without knowing what it means.

[Krulle]

I'm wondering more, which government is behind these pirates...
Spacefaring is expensive, and will remain so.
And you need to dock and buy stuff for your ship.
Metal plates, and vacuum sealing don't grow anywhere where a space sailor can collect it and use some hammer/saw/... to adapt to what he needs.

So I presume some authorities habe good ideas of what's going on, ans chose to look away, or even actively support that behaviour.


Also, again thanks, I enjoy this story,

[Snoofman]

At least things are looking up for continued friendly relations between the Union and Humanity. Neither side wants a war, aside from the most aggressive factions on either side, and nipping these raiders in the bud would do great to ensure continued peace. Here's hoping the TCA can eradicate them. As for the baby, it's good to know that all those around her are genuinely looking out for her. I don't doubt the Doranzers will be able to get her a suitable milk solution, even if they have to find a lactating Loroi to do so. Although I find it funny that the Emperor is using XD without knowing what it means.

For the time being at least. Politics, especially when it comes to war, is a slippery slope. There are people who want war either for justice or simply to stimulate the weapon's industry. There are those who don't want war for humanitarian reasons or because it hurts public funding to build infrastructure, or simply because they don't have the balls or means to fight back.

According to the epilogue of Looking Forward to the Mirror by dragoongfa (which this fanfic is based on), after the humans successfully eliminated the pirate bands, it still was not enough to convince many Loroi warriors or the Elder Council to ease tensions. While I imagine some Loroi warriors sympathised with humanity (as this story points out), many would have felt no guilt in either violently subjugating or exterminating them. Which I imagine is why the humans and Emperor Greywind eventually made a backroom deal to ship off millions of Loroi civilians to Terran territory.

I don't think Loroi milk is suitable for human consumption . But no worries. That's what the power of medical technology is for, especially at the Loroi's tech level. I imagine they can reverse engineer just about anything.

As for Greywind using acronyms and emojis, there are plenty of people here on Earth who use acronyms or phrases that they don't fully understand or take out of context. Sometimes acronyms can take on a whole new meaning because most people misunderstood its original meaning but continue to circulate it anyway. Plus Greywind, in this story, is trying to understand how humans think. She might not fully get it, but she is not afraid to try. She is a risk-taker after all. One of the best ways to understand an alien mind (especially if you cannot read it) is to practice their rituals and customs.

[Snoofman]

I'm wondering more, which government is behind these pirates...
Spacefaring is expensive, and will remain so.
And you need to dock and buy stuff for your ship.
Metal plates, and vacuum sealing don't grow anywhere where a space sailor can collect it and use some hammer/saw/... to adapt to what he needs.

So I presume some authorities habe good ideas of what's going on, ans chose to look away, or even actively support that behaviour.


Also, again thanks, I enjoy this story,

Since the original plot line was written by dragoongfa in Looking Forward to the Mirror and Reforged, I would ask him.

Though if I had to guess, it could be a number of parties. Either politicians or businessmen. Somalian pirates in real life get funding from certain persons in Yemen as well as weapon's dealers in Somalia's capital. And they happily fund these pirates for financial gain or political leverage against other countries.

True, spacefaring is expensive. But so is shipping. So is waging war. So is ship building. So is logistics and storage for goods and products. And yet these industries get all the funding they want either with leverage, negotiation or blackmail.

And not just human parties. I'm sure there are Union members that could be aiding the pirates. Even if there are high-ranking Loroi knew who some of these aliens were funding the human raiders, they might feign ignorance and allow it. It would give them more justification to wage war with humanity.

The Loroi Union and Alien Assembly (and yes even the Terran Confederacy and Terran Colonial Authority) is probably as united as the United States or the European Union or the People's Republic of China or any nation. They all worship the same creeds, adhere to the same laws and claim to work together to solve the world's problems. But they are also competing with each other and secretly scheming to undermine one another for beliefs or personal gain. Employing some offshore 'freelancers' is a risky but good way to do it.


And besides, the pirates are spreading through uncharted territory in the Great Wastelands. I'm sure they have access to limitless resources and got some competent people to work for them. Either through the promise of a rich reward or coercion. Or threatening to break some kneecaps.

[Snoofman]

Dawn – part 8

-

The human child was now 28 days old.

The Doranzers, with Listel Weaver’s help, stabilized the infant’s health. Soon they would approve her release and they could return her to the humans. Twoface sat silently by the human’s side. She refused to leave her alone. The rest of the Loroi left for the Hospital Inn to retire with one guard left to stand watch outside Twoface and the infant occupied. Ashrain had shared some good news that the Emperor forbade any acts of aggression against humanity, which gave Twoface some peace of mind. But there were still more issues to resolve. Now Ashrain was elsewhere and making calls, most likely to her ship’s officers and the Capital Complex. Twoface was unable to sleep, even in her exhausted state of mind.

Too tired to think.

Too restless to sleep.

Instead Twoface gently caressed the human child’s head as it slept on the warm infirmary bed, wrapped in a thermal blanket. A nameless child. Twoface was determined to get this baby home. All because she made a promise to some human she barely knew.

Why?

That dead woman was no Loroi. Her child was no Loroi. So why was Twoface going through all this trouble? And why did she feel so strongly about it? Why was she risking everything for a human? A human that might grow up and not even know who Twoface was. This seemingly insignificant spawn had turned Twoface’s world upside down. Called into question the difference between what was dutiful and what was right.

So why then?

Was it for an oath?

For warrior’s honor?

For an innocent?

Just because it simply looked Loroi?

Was it for love?

It seemed absurd. Since ancient times, love was portrayed in nearly every old story as the root of tragedy. Why? Was it wrong to love? Was love a weakness? Was it doomed to failure?

No. Not to Twoface. Love was something worth fighting for. Love only failed when people gave up. Love only seemed weak because the cruel universe in which they lived preyed off of it.

Love was good. And Twoface loved this human child that slept peacefully beside her. And to ensure that the child would grow up to be a good person herself, Twoface intended to leave a recording for her to watch and learn from when she was old enough. The child might not care, but Twoface wanted to at least leave some legacy behind. Although she could not help but wonder if she was doing the baby a favor by sending it back to Terran territory. While it seemed that the Emperor was intent on preventing war, it might only delay the inevitable. If this innocent child was there when it happened…

The future looked grim. But what else was Twoface supposed to do? What she would give to have a lucky star!

Luckystar!

Sometimes Twoface could not help but wonder if her sister still loved her. Luckystar’s final words were hateful. Twoface had always accepted it because she thought she deserved it. If her closest confident betrayed and left her for another, of course she would feel angry. Betrayed. Spiteful.

Twoface did not hate Luckystar. Not in the slightest. Not even after all these tozons of not speaking with each other. It would be nice to be forgiven by her sister. But did she deserve Luckystar’s forgiveness?

As sleepiness finally started to cloud Twoface’s senses, she felt herself descend into darkness. Her subconscious mind took her on a journey through the past. In the depths of her dreaming psyche, Twoface watched the ancient fables play out, of Loroi armies conquering and pillaging cities. Of Teidar ruthlessly hunted in ancient times. Of the World War that nearly tore Deinar apart before Emperor Seed of Zaral unified the warring clans under a single imperial creed, swearing mercy on all who submitted to its authority. Of the first official Union Assembly when the Barsam and other species of the time came together to defend the Mannadi from persecution and slaughter, by anointing the Loroi warriors as their ruling protectors.

Forgiveness and mercy were not foreign concepts to the Loroi. While much of Loroi history was one of endless bloodshed, it also told tales of warriors who forgave and loved as much as they hated. It seemed as if the Union was in desperate need of mercy. Too many people were short of it.

As she drifted through the subconscious plane, Twoface was flung into another memory more recent in her life. It was here that Twoface learnt just how crucial mercy was during a mission to the Agumo, an orbital megastructure still functioning since the Dreiman-era orbiting planet Armis, home of the Barsam’s shipping industry.

It was just two tozons before the war ended. Public opinion of the Loroi and their current ruling body was at an all-time low. There had been numerous interstellar incidents inciting hate crimes. At that time, Twoface had been promoted to Riszoizit and placed in charge of a squad dispatched to investigate a series of murders. When Twoface arrived with her squad, the atmosphere within the Agumo was tense. Aliens regarding Loroi with spiteful distrust. The burden of the war effort amplifying that negativity. The Loroi looking for an excuse to pounce on an alien that so much as thought at them wrong.

Hundreds of victims of different races had been found with blast wounds. Some even exploded into pools of blood and guts staining the walls and floors within the Agumo.

While some suspected the Nissek or even Barsam mercs, Twoface was not convinced. Amidst her analysis of the bodies (or rather the smeared leftovers) at the crime scenes, there was no sign of explosives. A clean kill. Which suggested that the victims died from a psychokinetic blast.

This crime had been the work of Teidar.

Twoface remembered she and her team tracking the Teidar down within the Agumo, in league with five other Teidar that had gone berserk. They were planning to detonate a warhead within the orbital structure. Their motive: to kill the aliens. And they were not just talking about Umiak. When attempting to reason with these Loroi and answer for their crimes, the Teidar merely laughed. In their minds, they committed no crime and were ridding the Loroi of their deceitful enemies.

Twoface’s ability to negotiate and distract gave her squad the chance they needed to disarm the warhead and neutralize the Teidar. The Agumo was saved. Twoface and her squad remained to ease tensions and file reports pertaining the incident. It seemed as if the Agumo was returning to some normalcy. But their victory would be short-lived.

Four days after foiling the terrorist plot, Twoface was approached by two Barsam Clerics who were in great distress. They beseeched Twoface for help. Apparently, a Mannadi ambassador was being escorted to an annual Interspecies Peace Convention and had to pass through the Customs Gates within the Agumo. The Barsam Church had dispatched two Clerics on his behalf to act as his guides. The Loroi guards, suspicious of Mannadi due to their resistance to telepathy and past insurrections, brought the Mannadi into an inspection room, away from the protection of his Barsam escorts. Sensing their very real urgency, Twoface ran with them to the cell where the Mannadi was being held, but they were too late. According to the Loroi guards, the Mannadi had become violent and had to be put down.

The Barsam Clerics, skeptical and suspicious, managed to get their hands on security footage and watched horrified as the Loroi guards prodded and harassed the Mannadi. He had been forced to strip nude for inspection, but the Loroi relentlessly humiliated him. The Mannadi, fearful and insecure, held up its claws defensively. The guards, interpreting this as an aggressive gesture and uneducated in how to deal with Mannadi, wrestled the helpless ambassador to the floor and choked him to death.

The footage went viral throughout the Local Bubble. The public petitioned and demanded that the guards be put on trial. But since Loroi cannot be convicted by any court inferior to the Loroi courts, the guards were acquitted of their ‘mistake’ and simply transferred. Peoples from all the races went rioting through the streets. Buildings were burnt down. Warriors innocent of this incident were harassed or injured. A few killed. The Loroi struggled to contain the protests, leading to more violence and senseless casualties.

Twoface remembered having to review digital commentary being broadcast on Buoy News and social platforms. The things the aliens had to say about Loroi then were devastating to read:

“Loroi are loveless conquerors. They are as empty as the Shells.”

“Why Loroi say this war for survival? Loroi sacrifice everyone else just to save themselves.”

“Stop saying we have to work together to save the Union from falling. It already has and you just can’t see it.”

“We should absolutely support the Loroi’s war effort. Winning it will be the sure way to restoring peace. Because by the time it’s over, the monsters will have killed each other off.”

“Exterminate the Loroi before they exterminate us!”

Twoface had been confronted with hatred and racial prejudice before, but never on this scale. And interstellar communication made the negativity grow faster. For months, she was met with distrusting and spiteful thoughts from all the alien minds that she passed. The cynicism from them made her feel smaller than ever. It sparked a flame of spite and loathing within her as well.

Unable to deal with the scorn and malevolence, Twoface requested some time off from duty. She needed to rest. Needed to think. No! She needed to stop thinking because thinking on these matters only made it worse. The hopelessness of this catastrophe weighed too much on her.

While some warriors prefer taking shore leave at exotic resorts, tourist cities or beautiful locations, Twoface simply took the space elevator down from Agumo to Armis. There was not much to see, but Twoface did not care. She just wanted a moment of escape. Sometime during her shore leave, Twoface had wandered into an angry crowd of aliens that hounded her. Twoface could read from their hateful minds that they wanted to kill her. Her first instinct was to draw her weapon. These alien ingrates deserved to die, but something in her conscience stayed her hand.

The angry mob had chased her to a monastery where a Barsam cleric saw the commotion. Upon seeing the hatred burning within his alien kin, the cleric placed himself firmly between the angry aliens and Twoface. After barely managing to placate them, the Barsam offered Twoface sanctuary within the monastery until things calmed down. Which she gratefully accepted.

The monastery was a fine place. While Armis was known for focusing on the shipping industry, small monasteries like this one focused on brewing Barsam ales made from fermented misesa. Which advantageously were delicious to the Loroi that shared similar biochemistry with the Barsam. That evening, after narrowly escaping the mob, the Barsam invited Twoface to join them for dinner and sample the season’s latest brew. Since she was off duty, Twoface drank like a beast, inhaling one pint after another to wash away her woes. It felt good to let go and get dizzy from the alcohol's soothing effects.

The next morning Twoface awoke with a splitting headache and hangover. The Barsam cleric, whose name she found out was Kall, had carried her to the bed after she passed out from twelve hefty pints of ale. As the Barsam wiped her aching brow with a wash cloth, Twoface could sense no hostility. No spite from Kall. Only genuine pity and compassion for someone that he considered a sister in need.

Unable to hold back the urge, Twoface broke down into tears. After years of mental discipline and professional diplomacy, she cried. “You’re wasting your compassion on me, zealot,” she spat out to the cleric. “I don’t even believe in your religious nonsense. Why do you bother?”

The Barsam simply replied honestly, “Because people who suffer at the hands of the hateful need compassion the most.”

How naive, thought Twoface upon hearing that. And yet kind. Considerate. Thoughtful.

When Twoface had finally calmed down and recovered from her hangover, she refrained from contacting her comrades for transport. Instead, she apologized to Kall and asked if she could reside at the monastery a while longer. The cleric was more than happy to let her stay and grant her protection during these troubling times.

While Twoface did not believe in the Barsam doctrine or their myths about the divine Gatherers, she did enjoy reading their scriptures. Barsam books were known to have exquisite poetry and moral tales. Twoface even found stories that slightly resembled ancient Loroi legends.

On the fifth day of her stay, Twoface sat through a ceremonial hymn. Barsam were known for their talent of throat singing and amazing intonation. Twoface could understand why many races were drawn to the Church. The music. The art. The poetry. It was all so relaxing to behold. So mesmerizing.

On the sixth day of her stay, Twoface sat within the chapel of the mission. She felt relief during her pleasant stay. Something about Kall and the mission moved her. Not from some divine power. But something that filled her with peace. Made her feel loved. And yet Twoface felt unworthy. Still small and hopeless. And even more unworthy when she realized her own violent wish to shoot an angry mob.

Kall, happening to find Twoface distressed and contemplating in the pews, asked what was troubling her.

“Everything,” Twoface verbally answered him. “Years ago, I left the Soroins to join with the Mizols because I thought I could make a difference. I truly believed that by climbing the ranks, I could affect change to benefit the Union. While I have been a successful Mizol, it feels like I’ve done nothing of worth.”

“Why is that?” Kall asked from a place of sincere concern. Twoface knew because she felt it from his mind.

“I stopped a gang of berserk Teidar from terrorizing Agumo. But I failed to save a Mannadi from an act of aggression. Now it seems as if the whole Union hates us Loroi. And this damn war is only making it worse. I almost fired on an angry mob because I no longer cared about them. I just want it to end.”

Kall seemed mildly shocked by such a strong confession. But it only made him sympathize with her more. “We all do,” Kall consoled her. “We triumph. We fall. And we learn to stand back up. That is life’s trial. Right now, there is so much hatred plaguing our Union. I’m ashamed that some of my own cleric brothers have not spoken out against it. Some have even called me a heretic for not supporting their political parties during this crisis.”

That was strange to hear from a Barsam. “Why not?” Twoface asked.

“Because it goes against my beliefs.”

Twoface could feel his hopelessness. He truly was compelled by his compassion. And while there existed negative feelings inside him, he wrestled with them. Contained them. Because he believed in something greater than himself. This kind Barsam did not deserve to be hated. “I had a sister like that once,” Twoface admitted. “She hated me for leaving the Soroins and never forgave me.”

“I…” the Barsam tried to think of a way to comfort or advice Twoface, but could think of nothing. “I’m truly sorry. I wish I had the answer to your problem.”

The Barsam and Loroi simply stopped talking about these troubling things and instead sat together in peaceful silence.

On the seventh and final day of her stay, tensions had eased and Twoface called for transport. She was ready to go back to service. But not before thanking the mission Clerics and Kall for their hospitality and kindness. Before departing, Kall urged Twoface, “Do not give up on your sibling. Maybe she has not given up on you. May the Gatherers watch over you, little sister Twoface.”

Twoface’s stay at the Barsam Mission had reaffirmed her faith in the Union’s many peoples. While there were still and always would be many problems, she had renewed hope that they could be resolved.

After contemplating for many days, Twoface took the chance and sent a message to Luckystar. To tell her that she still loved and missed her. And would have loved for the chance to start again. But Luckystar never replied. While Twoface had tried to use her Mizol networking to trace her sister, no one seemed to know where she was. Luckystar's last known location was at Justa. According to information on the buoy network, Luckystar was last seen on a transport and then seemed to disappear. No official reason had been submitted. While it seemed odd, it was not uncommon for certain warriors to become untraceable. As powerful as the Union was, it was not omnipotent.

Twoface could not help but feel sad. She missed Luckystar so much. Her memories seemed to crumble around her until she found herself in a new subconscious space with stars all around her. Stars that sang their thoughts and feelings. She kept descending through this boundless space until her feet touched ground.

A cry!

A cry drew her attention as Twoface turned toward a slightly stronger light over a horizon. She wandered toward it, thinking it was the dawn. She kept gliding step by step toward the light anticipating to see the sunrise. Instead, she was greeted by a gentle light surrounding a child lying at her feet. A human child naked and cold, crying for somebody.

Anybody!

She was so alone!

Unable to bear watching this child cry in solitude, Twoface knelt down and lifted the child into her arms. Her crying stopped and she opened her eyes.

Green eyes. The eyes of her mother.

Giggle!

The child giggled looking at Twoface. Twoface laughed with her, shedding her own tears of joy. The two of them laughed joyfully together as they floated off the ground and back into the space of singing starlights. The stars around them began to laugh along with them. Everyone and everything laughed, lost in an abyss of bliss. It felt as if the whole universe for a brief moment was alive with laughter.

What Twoface did not realize was that, while she dreamt, a wave of laughter washed over the Greensea hospital. Every Doranzer, every guard, every patient was bombarded and confused by this explosion of joy. Unable to fight back the contagious urge and wonderful feeling that came with it, every Loroi within the hospital began tittering, then chortled, then erupted into a chorus of a thousand joyous laughs.

The Mizol agents observing the activities within the hospital from the seclusion of their shuttle felt the eruption of telepathic hooting. It bewildered them out of their minds.

“What the shred is going on in there?” Mizol Livewire asked, unsure if she should be relieved or mortified.

[Krulle]

I'm wondering more, which government is behind these pirates...
Spacefaring is expensive, and will remain so.
And you need to dock and buy stuff for your ship.
Metal plates, and vacuum sealing don't grow anywhere where a space sailor can collect it and use some hammer/saw/... to adapt to what he needs.

So I presume some authorities habe good ideas of what's going on, ans chose to look away, or even actively support that behaviour.

And not just human parties. I'm sure there are Union members that could be aiding the pirates. Even if there are high-ranking Loroi knew who some of these aliens were funding the human raiders, they might feign ignorance and allow it. It would give them more justification to wage war with humanity.

I imagine so, my comment was not meant as criticism.
A story is a story, and whatever elements need to be present are.

The thing is, I imagine the jump drives to be extremely expensive, compared to the rest of the ship.
Intra-system I can imagine pirates much more easily than inter-system (operating in a star system where no settlement is present).

Intra-system is more easily recorded and observed, but also many more ships you can hide in-between.
And the jump-drives are not only expensive, I imagine the technology is rather difficult to produce, and thus rather easily controllable who gets a drive.
But then, after a war, a lot of matériel gets decommissioned, and the paperwork what happened to the matériel may not always reflect what actually happened to the matériel.

Now, on to read the newest chapter!

[Snoofman]

I'm wondering more, which government is behind these pirates...
Spacefaring is expensive, and will remain so.
And you need to dock and buy stuff for your ship.
Metal plates, and vacuum sealing don't grow anywhere where a space sailor can collect it and use some hammer/saw/... to adapt to what he needs.

So I presume some authorities habe good ideas of what's going on, ans chose to look away, or even actively support that behaviour.

And not just human parties. I'm sure there are Union members that could be aiding the pirates. Even if there are high-ranking Loroi knew who some of these aliens were funding the human raiders, they might feign ignorance and allow it. It would give them more justification to wage war with humanity.

I imagine so, my comment was not meant as criticism.
A story is a story, and whatever elements need to be present are.

The thing is, I imagine the jump drives to be extremely expensive, compared to the rest of the ship.
Intra-system I can imagine pirates much more easily than inter-system (operating in a star system where no settlement is present).

Intra-system is more easily recorded and observed, but also many more ships you can hide in-between.
And the jump-drives are not only expensive, I imagine the technology is rather difficult to produce, and thus rather easily controllable who gets a drive.
But then, after a war, a lot of matériel gets decommissioned, and the paperwork what happened to the matériel may not always reflect what actually happened to the matériel.

Now, on to read the newest chapter!

Oh no worries! Forgive me if I seem a bit defensive or am coming off strongly. Not at all my intention I assure you. Besides, criticism inspires us to improve!


Yes I think you're right. While it would be difficult, I could also imagine the pirates somehow getting their hands on some jump drive blueprints and attempt to build their own drive. Possibly even small infrastructure on an isolated planet suited to the pirates' needs. It's hard to build I'm sure, but it could be done. Plus the pirates could also steal manufactured parts of a jump drive, if not a completed jump drive, and assemble it at a hidden location.

Hope you enjoy the next part! And thanks for the feedback!

[Quickdraw101]

It looks to me that Twoface has found someone to love, and who will love her back. While I know it's their mission to return her to Terran space, part of me hopes she can raise her.

[Krulle]

And laughter is very powerful.

Wonderful chapter.


I loved the refuge she found in the monastery/cloister, and only once there recognising how much she needed the time off.
And the telepathic laughter paralysing the hospital is just a lovely ending to this chapter.

[dragoongfa]

I'm wondering more, which government is behind these pirates...
Spacefaring is expensive, and will remain so.
And you need to dock and buy stuff for your ship.
Metal plates, and vacuum sealing don't grow anywhere where a space sailor can collect it and use some hammer/saw/... to adapt to what he needs.

So I presume some authorities habe good ideas of what's going on, ans chose to look away, or even actively support that behaviour.


Also, again thanks, I enjoy this story,

The answer is complex and yet a simple enough picture to visualise once the parts are clear enough.

FIrst one has to understand that until the formation of the Confederation human nations still worked against each other. The TCA managed to stamp any attempt to bring said conflict into space by carefully monitoring the procurement of certain critical technologies but the TCA was stretched extremely thin when the garden world colonies in the wastelands and beyond were discovered. All nations/states of Earth pushed for the immediate colonization of these worlds resulting in a massive shipbuilding industry buildup as well as 'budget constraints' on anything that hadn't to do anything with said colonization efforts. There were a LOT of people crowding Earth and a plethora of worlds ready for human habitation were waiting for them; the powers that be also wanted to plant down flags as soon as possible before anyone in the Union realized that the Humans hit some jackpots in areas that were previously thought to be devoid of anything worth the effort of colonizing and developing.

Then there were the technological advances from Union supplied tech. Plenty of state of the art technologies of the time suddenly found themselves being horribly obsolete. This brought forth a mass scramble to produce new equipment while scrapping old examples and their production lines; only for the mess to repeat itself an year or two later as the new state of the art was supplanted by a better one as the new tech was better understood and so forth. Corners were also cut here and there as barely understood tech was pushed into mass production, resulting in accidents, mass recalls and scrapping of entire production runs. Generally speaking the boon of new technologies combined with the mad scramble to increase shipbuilng capabilities resulted in plenty of messy holes for unscrupulous actors, individuals, corporations and even states to acquire equipment and technologies that were previously unavailable to them.

It is certain that the first wave of pirates were funded by a certain corporations and clandestine organizations with the goal of securing samples of technologies that the Union didn't provide. The smart pirates of this first wave realized the potential and built clandestine stations and outposts at the vast borders which eventually resulted in self sustaining 'havens' that could produce their own equipment. The first ten years of so of this pirate age were its golden age, with the pirates of this age making bank while having plenty of buyers on both sides of the border and even far from it for the stolen goods, hostages and even prize vessels. After this the Union adapted and made life hard for everyone involved but the pirates adapted and begun playing a cat and mouse game with the Union's hunter killer groups and the constrained attempts (by budget and lack of resources) by the TCA to bring them to justice.

The Pirate age saw its decline with the formation of the Confederation which soon begun a hard, unrelenting and effective crackdown that in some ways surprised even the Loroi with its heavy handedness. It still took some time for piracy to become extanct, if only because the existing pirates had no other choice by to continue doing what they were doing due to the Confederation's staunch
and uncompromising approach on the issue:

1) If you were a pirate then you were executed unless you ratted everyone and everything you knew before you were caught, then you either got a few years to life in prison depending on your involvement.
2) If you funded or knowingly had any deals with pirates then you would be executed and your entire estate would be confiscated. In case of legal entities then they would be immediately dissolved and all assets confiscated, personnel aware of the dealings that didn't come forth with evidence before the investigation would be executed and all stockholders (past and present) would be liable for massive punitive fines. In cases of state actors, if any; things were settled with black operations to keep all mouths shut, usually including immediate family members.
3) If you were married to a pirate then you better come forth and bring evidence or else you get life in prison without parole, your children would be taken from you and your entire estate would be confiscated.
4) If you knew that a family member was a pirate or associated with them and didn't come forth with evidence against them then you get a few years to decades in prison, depending on the case.

In all the above clemency would be given only to minors and only to minors below the age of 15 for case 1.

This ruthless approach highlights the desperation of early Confederation leadership to please the Union about the matter.

[Snoofman]

I'm wondering more, which government is behind these pirates...
Spacefaring is expensive, and will remain so.
And you need to dock and buy stuff for your ship.
Metal plates, and vacuum sealing don't grow anywhere where a space sailor can collect it and use some hammer/saw/... to adapt to what he needs.

So I presume some authorities habe good ideas of what's going on, ans chose to look away, or even actively support that behaviour.


Also, again thanks, I enjoy this story,

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1) If you were a pirate then you were executed unless you ratted everyone and everything you knew before you were caught, then you either got a few years to life in prison depending on your involvement.
2) If you funded or knowingly had any deals with pirates then you would be executed and your entire estate would be confiscated. In case of legal entities then they would be immediately dissolved and all assets confiscated, personnel aware of the dealings that didn't come forth with evidence before the investigation would be executed and all stockholders (past and present) would be liable for massive punitive fines. In cases of state actors, if any; things were settled with black operations to keep all mouths shut, usually including immediate family members.
3) If you were married to a pirate then you better come forth and bring evidence or else you get life in prison without parole, your children would be taken from you and your entire estate would be confiscated.
4) If you knew that a family member was a pirate or associated with them and didn't come forth with evidence against them then you get a few years to decades in prison, depending on the case.

In all the above clemency would be given only to minors and only to minors below the age of 15 for case 1.

This ruthless approach highlights the desperation of early Confederation leadership to please the Union about the matter.

Good to know! While it's understandable why the Confederacy and Union were harsh on pirates, due to the pirates' inhumane treatment of others, it almost seems like the Terran Confederacy, with its strict rules, went through a phase something equivalent to the McCarthy-era. It wouldn't surprise me if innocent people went to prison due to witch-hunts.

Now that would be a short story worth writing about!

[dragoongfa]

Good to know! While it's understandable why the Confederacy and Union were harsh on pirates, due to the pirates' inhumane treatment of others, it almost seems like the Terran Confederacy, with its strict rules, went through a phase something equivalent to the McCarthy-era. It wouldn't surprise me if innocent people went to prison due to witch-hunts.

Now that would be a short story worth writing about!

The early Confederation was desperate to placate the Union on this matter but also had it's own internal pressure to deal with pirates.

Attacks on human shipping happened as well and human ships begun to be considered easy pickings by the smaller and least experienced pirate crews when the first Union hunter killer groups begun patrolling the border; at one point before the Confederation accords several nation states and colonies openly and blatantly broke TCA laws by equipping some of their system patrol craft with jump drives and organized shipping convoys to protect the shippinh of crucial supplies to their colonies with orders to forcefully 'discourage' any non affiliated ship that got too close (perhaps pushing forward the agenda of the unification of the various space forces that were still independent of the TCA which eventually resulted in every space faring warship to be de-facto seconded to the Confederate Navy).

Through their criminal acts the various pirate gangs had pushed things too far, far further than they had realized; both in the Union and TCA fronts, especially after certain high profile incidents that galvanized common sentiment against them.

EDIT: Forgot to mention about the McCarthy angle, unfortunately it's human nature for such things to happen. The Confederation does have the technologies and skilled personnel necessary for in depth investigations that would inevitably reveal the truth but stuff was bound to fall through the cracks. On the other hand the Confederation wanted to make it crystal clear to everyone inside and outside the borders that it alone is there to protect and guarantee human interests and survival so it was very public with its persecution of pirates and those affiliated with them, cries of inhumane treatment or not they were under a lot of pressure to deliver as soon as possible and they learned quickly the useful Greek proverb of 'Even a Saint needs to feel fear'.

By its inception the Confederation is strictly there as a guarantor of human interstellar holdings with a mission to ensure human survival. It lets the various nation states and colonies to run themselves without any interference as long as they contribute to the budget and they don't make any scenes above atmosphere. Whoever makes a mess in space however better watch out because the hammer comes down immediately, without restraint and with the intent to make an example out of them.