Wind and Fire

[gigachad]

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

[Cthulhu]

All good things must come to an end, sadly.

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

[Snoofman]

@gigachad and @cthulhu

Thank you guys for your reviews and support.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Alex, Fireblade and Beryl are coming out of hiding

[Cthulhu]

@gigachad and @cthulhu

Thank you guys for your reviews and support.

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

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

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

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

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Alex, Fireblade and Beryl are coming out of hiding

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Even more children for the island?!

[Snoofman]

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

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

Enjoy!

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Wind and Fire - Chapter 30

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beep!

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

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

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

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

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

The secretary bowed before Greywind closed the channel.

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

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

Greywind stood to leave. >Kindred.<

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

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

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

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

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

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“Pull Ben!” said Clay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Your pants!<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben giggled.

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

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

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

>Fair enough.<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>The shore?!<

>Operatives?!<

>Awesome!<

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

“Come, Ben,” said Clay. “We go see.”

“See what?”

“Mizol Lennai,” Clay said again and again.

“Huh?”

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

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

“Well… something like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Livewire, we must decelerate now!<

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

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

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

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

The cheer of loroi youth washed over her.

>Incredible!<

>Awesome!<

>Who is that loroi?<

>It’s Livewire!<

>She is amazing!<

The young loroi surrounded her, showering her with praises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In the confines of the conference hall, Livewire and her Operatives recounted the journey to the Union borders. Greywind, along with Tempo, Lodestone and her Diaderets absorbed the details as they sat at the conference table.

>Livewire,< sent Greywind. >You are certain of this?<

>No doubt, Emperor,< Livewire confirmed. >The Delrias we captured can also attest to it.<

According to Livewire’s account, Lagertha was indeed a Terran Raider. A leader among a particular clan of mercenaries that established a poorly run mining colony on Grind. Hablos Pekuch had been secretly trading with the Terran Raiders for some time. Being a plutocratic society, many Delrias coveted a fast road to wealth and fortune. Hablos, desperate for quick gains, was no exception. But Hablos had been making secret trades with Eternal Endurance’s gangers as well. Upon learning of Hablos’ encounter with humans, Endurance saw an opportunity. Using Hablos as an intermediary, Endurance made a deal with the Terran Raiders. Lagertha would be paid in gold in exchange for a service. To sneak into Terran territory and return with human captives. Endurance promised Lagertha’s clan more rewards and sanctuary in Union space if she completed the job. Wishing for nothing more than to escape the harsh life of the Wastelands, Lagertha agreed. But the Terran Raiders were expected to leave a deposit. Hence why Lagertha reluctantly handed over her son along with her Raiders’ other children to the gangers.

>So Lagertha never intended to part from her son,< sent Greywind. >She was coming back all along for Ben.<

>Correct, my elder,< Livewire replied.

>So that’s why Eternal Endurance came to Lagertha’s rescue. To protect her investment.<

>Seems awfully reckless even for a criminal to risk facing off against two warships,< sent Second Claw.

>Eternal Endurance is no ordinary criminal,< sent Greywind. >She is aggressively ambitious. And while she is a huge risk taker, we have yet an opportunity to exploit that weakness has not yet presented itself. And she is by no means a common loroi. Endurance is a farseer born in the criminal underworld. Many of the ganger Seinens are masters of the lotai, hence why these criminals have evaded capture. But being a farseer, Endurance has been able to conceal their movements from our scans. Making it harder to trace them.<

>Like the way the Shells concealed their fleets during the war,< Darkside exclaimed. >With their own loroi captives.<

>Indeed. Endurance is an essential asset to the criminal underworld. Hence why they tolerate her reckless behavior.<

>Is that what the gangers want then?< sent Brigthray. >To enlist the aid of human mercenaries? For their lotai?<

>Perhaps,< sent Greywind.

>But why kidnap human children then?< sent Second Claw. >Unless they intend to raise and train these children.<

>Perhaps to sell to other loroi,< Darkside suggested.

>What’s the point of that?< sent Stormcry. >Surely civilians are not that desperate to have a child. A human one no less.<

>I can only speculate, but the civilians of the inner territories and the Sister Worlds have had next to no contact with males ever since we restricted mating encounters,< sent Greywind. >While mating rights have been granted to civilians on the frontier worlds for the sake of expansion, we must keep the population of the inner worlds under control. There is nothing more fulfilling to a female than to have her own child. So if civilians cannot have authentic loroi children, it’s quite possible they look for the next best thing.<

>How bizarre,< Brightsword sent revolted. >It seems all terribly impractical.<

Brigthray suggested, >If this is true, maybe we should reconsider banning the civilians from adopting human children. From the stories I’ve heard there are millions of humanity orphans to go around. If we could convince the rest of the Diadem-<

>No,< Greywind shot down that suggestion. >While I hope for our human sanctuary here to be a successful project, civilians outside our circle are not prepared to care for human children.<

>I happen to agree with our Emperor,< Brigthsword added. >Letting little human spawn run amuck is an invitation for catastrophe.<

>Indeed,< sent Greywind. >Livewire, I admit I am disappointed that you could not bring back Lagertha.<

Livewire held in a scoff.

>But,< Greywind continued, >you have demonstrated that you are capable of restraint and used some of your diplomatic skills for once rather than give into violence. And at least you apprehended Hablos and his crew.<

>I’m flattered, my elder,< Livewire curtsied.

>Your disclosure has been quite helpful… Livewire, Rhythm and Shadow Fang. Remember that everything you have learnt, everything that has been discussed here must remain secret. No one else may know. And most especially not Ben. Is that clear?<

The three Operatives complied, >Yes, Emperor!<

>Very good. You may enjoy some shore leave until you are called back to duty. You are excused.<

>Excused?< Livewire did not want to be excused. >Emperor, is that all? What about that little human, Ben? What are you planning to do with-<

>You needn’t concern yourself with Ben, Livewire,< Greywind left no room for debate. >You can go now.<

>As you command, Emperor.< Livewire groaned with frustration on the way out with Shadow Fang and Rhythm close behind.

As soon as Livewire and her Operatives were out of earshot, Stormcry sent, >I mean no disrespect, Emperor. But I don’t understand why you keep that one around. She’s a liability.<

>Livewire’s love of violence and thrill seeking is unsettling,< Greywind admitted. >Even to loroi like us who are in the business of killing opposition. But she is skilled and has never failed an assignment. And knows that I can end her career with a thought if she ever steps out of line. As long as she remembers her place, she is useful.<

Stormcry grunted. >Suit yourself.<

>Pardon my interruption, Emperor,< sent Lodestone. >But if Lagertha is roaming Union territory with Eternal Endurance, won’t she come for Ben?<

>I don’t know,< sent Greywind. >Fortunately for us, Ben will be protected by the finest Soroins and Teidars. Even if Lagertha could sneak her way onto Deinar, she would have to go through Ben’s guardians first.<

>But how should we deal with Lagertha?<

>I say we eliminate her on sight,< Stormcry.

“Hah!” Darkside blurted out. >I like it!<

A few Diaderets laughed.

>If I may interject, honorable Councilors and your highness,< Tempo interrupted. Greywind granted it. >But harming Lagertha might not be the best way to ensure Ben’s confidence in us.<

>Who cares what the human thinks?< countered Brightsword. >As soon as Ben is sworn in, its personal feelings are irrelevant.<

>Enough,< Greywind commanded. >Tempo is not mistaken. In spite of his abandonment, Ben still has affection for his mother. We must cultivate Ben’s trust. Betray that trust and we lose his loyalty. If Ben were to learn that we eliminated Lagertha, it could shatter his faith in us. We cannot afford that. Not when we have a chance to peel back the human lotai. If Lagertha can be captured, she will be brought in alive. For now, Ben must not know.<

Lodestone countered, >But if Ben finds out somehow-<

>He won’t. Tempo will deal with it in my absence.<

Tempo raised an eyebrow. >Pardon me, your highness?<

>To oversee Ben’s upbringing, and to ensure that Cotton’s and the other Listels’ discoveries remain secret, Tempo will remain here at the creche.<

Tempo was quite shocked. >Emperor? You wish me to stay here?<

>I need you here, Tempo, for the time being. Just for a while to ensure Ben's security.<

Truly Tempo did not want to be left out of the Emperor’s affairs, but knew better than to protest against Greywind’s orders. >I… admit I am reluctant. I would rather be assisting you aboard Cry of the Wind. But I understand.<

>Don’t worry, Mizol,< Stormcry sent with a wry grin. >After all, we managed our affairs well enough even before you came along.<

Tempo sent nothing back, feeling as if she lost face as the other Councilors laughed.

Greywind rose from her seat. >This meeting is finished. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an initiation ceremony to plan.<

[Cthulhu]

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

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

[Snoofman]

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

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

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

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

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

[Cthulhu]

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

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

[gigachad]

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

[wolf329]

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

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

[Snoofman]

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

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

I will touch on this eventually.

[Snoofman]

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

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

Wind and Fire - Chapter 31

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

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

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

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

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

Or crashed.

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

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

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

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

Ka-chink! Whoosh!

The ring was launched into the air.

Beep!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>You, squirt!< Spark tugged back.

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

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

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

>Respect your elders, child.<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Why? I’m just holding him.<

>I see what you’re trying to do.<

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

>Now!<

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

Cotton sighed frustratedly.

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

Ever since Ben’s arrival on Deinar, the gossip of a young human’s presence had spread like wildfire throughout Toridas. While Greywind and her company had entered the stadium via an exclusive lane, there were a number of high status loroi, warrior and civilian alike, that wanted a look at him. While most of the civilians adored just the sight of him, quite a few warriors regarded him like the way a loroi might regard a miros trotting into a hallway.

One such warrior, a Torrai Sosareil, made that known when Ben accidentally bumped into her as they entered the stadium. Enraged by being touched by an animal, the Sosareil demanded an apology from the ‘little beast’, as she called him. But one deadly look from Greywind, whom walked back several paces to see what the commotion was, was all the inclination the Sosareil needed to shut her mouth. Embarrassed and puny in the presence of the Emperor, the Sosareil backed away.

A sign of the times, thought Greywind.

Though momentarily frightened by the malicious Sosareil, Ben’s happy mood came back quickly upon seeing Greywind come to his rescue. He even complimented the Emperor by emphasizing how much she rocked.

Greywind agreed, “Yes, I do rock.” Whatever that meant.

Now Greywind lounged with her officers and ambassadors.

>What an amazing view, your highness,< Torrai Rizeladi Rubyglass commented as she took a sip of Deinar wine. While not intoxicated, the wine made her a bit whimsical. Just the way Greywind wanted. Alcohol certainly helped relax loroi. Especially when Greywind was out to persuade them.

>Waterpolo windsurfing has always been my favorite sport since I was a child,< sent Greywind, taking a sip of alcohol-free wine. She and her Councilors had a strict rule never to become intoxicated in the presence of loroi outside their circle.

>I admit I am no sports fan myself,< Rubyglass admitted. >Though it is spectacular from time to time. Most generous of you.<

>You deserve it, Rubyglass. Of all the Union’s commanders, you are among the few who are mindful of costs. Few Torrais conduct themselves with such humble dignity as you do. I thought it would be a way to convey my regret for how you were received at our last meeting at the Capital Complex. It was not my intention that you should lose face in front of your comrades.<

>I admit I felt disappointed about having my suggestion shot down, Emperor. But I hold no hard feelings against you.<

>I should hope not.<

>I only… if you would be so kind to permit me… wish to protect our Union.<

>That is what we all want, Torrai. But I will not allow loroi to stoke the flames of aggression. Not when rebuilding and expansion is most critical.<

>Of course, your highness. I only wish to safeguard our borders from the humans.<

>Safeguard us from an ally of the Union, Torrai?<

>Emperor, I do not wish to contradict or upset you, but the humans are an independent ally. Like the Arreka and Nissek. They were most definitely helpful during our campaign against the Shells. But that they choose to remain an independent power combined with their aggressive expansion over the years seems to me that they are determined to be a military power. One we ought to be ready to meet head-on.<

Greywind sipped her wine. >Only if they incline us to do so, Rubyglass. However, many loroi are not as kind to humanity and eagerly look for an excuse to start a second war. And while I am confident we could overtake the humans in a few years, the price would outweigh the reward. Surely you do not wish that upon our comrades who have already endured so much.<

>No, Emperor. But I still think the Terran Raiders should be dealt with.<

>I agree, Rubyglass. However, the action of criminals should not be confused with the nature of an entire race.<

>But the Terran Raiders are multiplying like pests. I’ve heard the stories of these pirates massacring freighters. Ferocious like the Shells. There are even reports that they are jumping over Union borders to commence strikes. Surely we must suppress these vermin before their numbers get out of control.<

>It is true,< Greywind agreed. >The Terran Raiders should be dealt with. Which is why I have called you here today.< Greywind shared her plan. Only what she needed Rubyglass to know.

>So then you approve that we seize worlds within the Great Wastelands?< asked Rubyglass.

>Outside the TCA’s territory,< Greywind emphasized. >And in the interest of uprooting pirate strongholds. If you can eliminate the pirate settlements, their ships will have no place to anchor down. Torrai Duskcrown’s fleet will deal with any stragglers roaming the void. Mizols will also be dispatched to assist you in intelligence gathering. Any intel the Mizols extract from prisoners you capture may speed up the annihilation of the pirates.<

>That should be no problem for my squadron, your highness.< Rubyglass was clearly pleased that the Emperor seemed to be taking decisive action.

>But as you oust the raiders, I expect you to show restraint when necessary.<

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

Greywind gestured to her attendant. >Summon Ben here.<

Link happily obliged and was back in a moment.

“Hey, Emperor.” Ben waved.

“Are you enjoying the game, Ben?” Greywind asked.

Ben nodded with a toothy smile. “Yeah. The surf boards are really cool. But the girls are kinda’ scary.” He motioned to his peers that were earning for his presence.

“Yes,” Greywind agreed. “Little girls can be like that. Anyway, I want you to meet someone. Ben, this is Torrai Rizeladi Rubyglass. She specializes in terrestrial combat.”

“What’s terrestrial combat?” Ben asked.

“It means fighting on the ground, Ben. She also governs a colony world called Talas. Talas means ‘hunter’. Talas is a world dedicated to training some of the Union’s best ground troops. In fact, Rubyglass survived the attack of the Umiak when they took over the planet.”

Ben absorbed all this as best a five-year old could. “Um, what’s an Umiak?”

“A shell,” Rubyglass said with a hint of disgust. “An ugly thing with many black eyes and claws.< She obliged by activating her wristband’s holopanel.

Ben gasped as he saw a four-legged bug with two arms. Never had he seen a more horrifying creature. “Are they… like monsters?”

“Exactly, little one,” Rubyglass pointed out. “But my warriors and I fought them for many years until we pushed them off our world.” Which was an outstanding feat. Countering orbital vessels with surface-to-orbit weaponry was usually a lost cause. But Rubyglass and her Soroins held out long enough for Union reinforcements to arrive after years of fending off the invaders from the dirt of Talas.

“Wow! You guys really kick butt.”

Rubyglass raised a curious eyebrow. >Kick butt?<

>It is a compliment,< Greywind pointed out. >Like shredding.<

>Oh!< Rubyglass graciously accepted the praise. “Yes, little one. We kick much butts.”

Ben giggled. “You’re funny.”

“Rubyglass is a true war hero,” Greywind pointed out. “In fact, she is going to the Great Wastelands to fight against pirates.”

Ben gasped. “Pirates?! You mean like Jack Sparrow or Blackbeard?”

Greywind had no idea who those humans were, but doubted their relevance. “No, Ben. Nothing like that. I mean criminals that destroy ships and steal goods. Occasionally they even kidnap people.”

Ben shivered. “That’s horrible.”

“Indeed. That is why I am sending Rubyglass to fight them. And rescue people that they have kidnapped. Including little children like yourself.”

That Rubyglass was not prepared for. >Rescue children, Emperor?! As in human children?!<

>What else?<

“Wow,” Ben cheered. “That’s amazing. You’re a real hero, Rubyglass.”

Rubyglass grinned at the informal praise. “I- th-thank you. But it is proper to call me Rizeladi, little one.”

“Are the kids coming here, Emperor?” asked Ben.

“Yes, Ben.”

“So I’m going to be a big brother?”

“In a sense, yes.”

“I can’t wait for them to come.”

“Neither can I, Ben.”

Softwood and Quill jogged over to Ben.

“Ben come back… and watch game with us…” Softwood insisted, taking Ben by the hand. She blushed at the warmth of his skin.

Ben looked to Greywind, who nodded her permission. The girls tugged the little boy back to the railing.

>So is that what you want of me, your highness?< sent Rubyglass. >To bring back human children.<

>Should any of these pirate settlements be in possession of human children, yes. You will bring them directly to Deinar.<

>While I happily oblige by your order, Emperor, I should tell you that rescuing human children while fighting against Terran Raiders is bound to be problematic.<

>You and your Soroins have shown the exceptional discipline among the Union’s squadrons, Rizeladi. You observe and strike with efficiency and effectiveness. You have countered opposition with decisive tactics. I trust you will be as decisive in the heat of battle while reminding the warriors under your command to show restraint when appropriate. Especially if you are to successfully rescue any human children you come across. I expect nothing less.<

>Of course… but there are bound to be casualties.<

>Avoid it.<

Rubyglass felt the Emperor’s strict tone. >I admit I am not particularly fond of these humans. But what you decide to do with these humans is no concern of mine. I will fulfill my duty as you order.<

Greywind took a satisfied sip from her glass. >Excellent.<

>Though, frankly, that little one, Ben, seems pleasantly tamed.<

>Ben is as he should be.< Her gaze wandered over to the little boy jumping by the railings, pointing excitedly to the surfers.

>He certainly seems like quite a catch if you fished him out of Taben. You must really really like him if you insisted on keeping the little critter around. Though I’d highly advice against any interspecies activity.<

Greywind’s gaze switched to a glare as it fell on Rubyglass after receiving a suggestive undertone from the slightly buzzed Torrai. And it came with a rather lewd imagining of Ben. The Torrai shrunk under the Emperor’s stare as she realized her error.

>Forgive me, Emperor,< Rubyglass grunted nervously. >I think that’s the wine talking.<

>Indeed,< Greywind passively agreed. >I think we have discussed your upcoming task enough. Please take this opportunity to enjoy the game.<

>You seem most gracious, Emperor. While I would love to watch the game from this box, I really should rejoin my comrades in the pews below. Whatever we do, regardless of rank or station, we do together.<

>You truly lead by example, Rizeladi. I hope you enjoy the rest of your shore leave.<

Even if a bit blitzed, Rubyglass stood formally before Greywind. >Until our next meeting, your highness.< She bowed before departing.

Greywind sighed with satisfaction. Both that Rubyglass was willing to undertake her new assignment. And that Greywind would not be forced to cut her off from the alcohol if she preferred to stick around. She relaxed in her seat as she continued to watch the game.

Until another more overbearing form approached. “Excuse me for interrupting, your highness,” said Ziga. “I don’t wish to disturb you from the game-”

“But you want to speak with me,” Greywind said. She could feel his intentions radiating off of him. “Well then… sit… and talk.”

“May I be so bold as to ask that we discuss this matter more privately?”

Greywind obliged and led him to the railing a few paces away from the others.

“Thank you, Emperor.” Ziga stood beside Greywind. “But I was hoping it would be more private than this.”

“This is as private an audience as I allow, Ziga.” Greywind rested her palms on the railing as she watched the surfers sport. “Now what is it?”

Greywind could already sense the Barsam’s concern before he uttered, “Emperor, it concerns Ben. I hope you shall not take offense. When my fellow ambassadors and I found out you were intending to adopt, there were conflicting reactions. Some in favor. Some opposed.”

“Opposed that I want to provide an orphan with a home.”

“While it is touching to see a loroi raise a sapient child, I oppose Ben being raised here by the loroi away from his people.”

“More humans will come, Ziga. I intend to found a small community here on Deinar.”

“But-” Ziga searched for the words to express himself. But all that got out was, “It does not seem right to deny Ben the right to return to Terran space.”

“I have denied him nothing. Ben was offered sanctuary. And he accepted. He has not been coerced in any way. Ask him yourself.” Greywind could sense Zia’s skepticism. Clearly he suspected that Greywind had lured Ben with verbal play and mind trickery. So I have, Greywind reasoned, but am doing what is right.

“Emperor, surely you realize that Ben is bound to have relatives waiting for him back in Terran space. He is just a child and cannot be expected to choose the loroi over humanity. I wish only for the little brother’s well-being and happiness.”

“He is happy. Look at him.”

“Emperor,” Ziga pleaded. “Why are you doing this?”

“You seem to think I have some ulterior motive?”

“I hope not.”

“Ziga, what does the word ‘family’ mean to you?”

“A group of people that care so much for one another that they would do anything for each other.”

“That description is,” Greywind said, “accurate. Though the concept of family differs from culture to culture. Race to race. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I suppose,” Ziga admitted.

“Let me tell you a bit about the history of family as a loroi sees it, Ziga. Before Seed of Zaral became the first official Emperor of Deinar centuries ago, loroi were organized into societal roles by the city-states or familial clans. But the introduction of the caste system changed that. Loroi no longer were restricted to their clans. Their isolated circles. All loroi would be unified under a single creed. And what loroi did not benefit from it? Slavery and vassalization was officially outlawed. Civil wars ended. Individuals had better mobility within society. And as long as every clan and city-state paid homage to the Imperial Seat, there was peace. People were happy… more or less. But it would be ignorant to say that there were no drawbacks. For one thing, Deinar’s subcultures lost their individual identity and with it their traditions. Sacrificing individuality is necessary in the face of duty. But the diversity that gave these subcultures their exotic quality faded with time. Before the Imperial caste system, a loroi’s family was her clan. Hence the term familial clan. Although the Union is meant to ensure that no loroi shall walk this path alone, there have been stories of the occasional loroi feeling isolated. The system cannot provide that level of intimacy that individual loroi need from one another. Even with the comfort provided by the communal creches and the bonds that are supposed to strengthen during diral trials, these loroi exist on the outskirts of their social circles. Even when sworn in as full fledged warriors, these loroi still cannot help but feel alone. Citizens without belonging. A family should not be bound strictly by blood alone, however blood kin more often have stronger ties. An obstacle that we loroi still wrestle with today. Now even for someone that believes in centralized authority, I too recognize the importance of family. My own familial clan has upheld this tradition following Perein’s merging with Deinar. While I would like to reform community structures, there is no conceivable alternative to efficiently supply the number of warriors that the state-run communal creches provide. But we can inspire and encourage the importance of family by leading by example.”

“And what does this have to do with Ben, Emperor?”

“Listel Cotton has enlightened me on the subject of human family units. Different… yet founded on not so alien principles. Like loroi, humans survive well together. They are happier together. Accomplish more together. We rescued Ben because he needed us. There are more human children born into unfortunate circumstances that need us. I have openly stated my desire for humanity to join the Union. And now is our chance to make human citizens of the empire. Humans that we can raise in a new family unit. To help us foster better relations with the Terrans. To show both our peoples that there is so much to be gained by cooperating. Isn’t that what the Union stands for? Ascension by community.”

“Tsh!”

Greywind could sense Ziga’s skepticism. “Ziga, now I am insulted. You do not agree?”

Ziga groaned. “I want to believe you. Your efforts to sue for peace across the territories has not given me cause to lose faith in your ruling cabinet. But the cost and tragedies of the Great War have wounded our Union. Even when the wound heals, the scars will remain.”

“Ziga, I will not be drawn into another moral debate,” Greywind warned. “Every terrible thing we warriors did, we did for all the Union. And not merely to satisfy my personal ambitions. It’s the reason why you get to stand here and judge me. Why your loved ones sleep well. And we loroi will not be persecuted for it. Loathe us. Blame us if it makes you feel better. But you may not persecute us.”

Ziga sighed. “I do not condemn you for your good intentions, Emperor. But I will never condone the atrocities committed. I wish only that you understand my duty to right wrongs where I see them. Both to the Interspecies Convention and to the Barsam Church. If you want to adopt Ben, then so bet it. Whatever plans you have for him, I will not object. Under the condition that the little brother is never subject to abuse. For if I suspect that he is, I will use every legal tool to protect the little brother.”

“Ben is in no danger here, Ambassador. You may report what you see. So long as you do nothing to undermine me. Or jeopardize Ben’s safety. For you would fall out of my good graces if you did. Are my words clear to you?”

“Transparently, your highness.” Ziga’s essence was foggy with blends of suspicion and doubt. But he conceded with a gentle bow before rejoining his colleagues.

Greywind returned to her seat to watch the game in comfort. Many a Barsam were virtuous by nature. Admirable but occasionally bothersome.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cotton assisted in translation.

Ben nodded his head. “Yeah.”

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

“Okay,” Ben whispered back.

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

“Yes,” Ben replied.

“You have not been forced in any way?”

Ben shook his head. “No.”

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

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

Ben nodded. “Yes, Emperor.”

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

Ben did as he was told.

“State your name for the record.”

“Ben.”

“Repeat after me. I willingly accept…”

“I willingly accept…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben shrugged. “I don’t know.”

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

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

“Let the silence be lifted,” Greywind commanded.

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

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

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

Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump!

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

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

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

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

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

“We happy you stay.”

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

“Ben… so… handsome!”

“Best day of my life.”

“We get our own male!”

-

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

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

Soon even the ambassadors were urged to the dance floor. Except for Dermo and Ziga. Dermo was not particularly keen on exerting himself. And Ziga, still against the Emperor’s decision to adopt Ben, merely watched in glum silence. The girls felt awkward admitting the aliens to join in the dance, but were mildly entertained by the impressive steps Famiris made with his three feet to the rhythm of the loroi drums. Arekka were certainly weird, but they were excellent dancers. Kablon startled the loroi as she hooted an invigorating roar, followed by relieved laughter at the Delrias’ call. Cha bathed in the waves of telepathic laughter, joy, excitement and vigor as he bobbed his rubbery head. A few of the girls even tried to command the Golim to dance as they wanted. But the caregivers reminded them sternly not to ‘torture’ the Golim by overwhelming it.

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

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

Tap! Tap! Tap!

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

Whack! Trump! Whack! Trump!

The whole performance mesmerized Ben.

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

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

“Neat,” Ben commented.

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

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

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

“Huh?! But I don’t know how.”

“Just follow their lead. Go on.”

“Ben dance!” Softwood cheered.

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

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

The assembly laughed.

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

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

[Bamax]

Latest review: Good apart from some typos.

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

The normal way to speak would be this way:

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


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

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

[Snoofman]

Latest review: Good apart from some typos.

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

The normal way to speak would be this way:

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

[Bamax]

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

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

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

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

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

[Cthulhu]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Bamax]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ouch... thats stings!

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

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

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

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


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

He is just writing a fun and immersive story.

[Cthulhu]

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

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

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

That's called capitalism.

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

He is just writing a fun and immersive story.

ST Discovery? Oh, you mean crybabies in space?

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

[G. Janssen]

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

I think Snoofman is Dutch like me. Maybe Flemish.

Janessen

[G. Janssen]

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

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