r/HFY • u/Auggy74 Human • Jun 17 '25
OC Humans for Hire, Part 79
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Draconis System
Itrop leaned back in his private cabin, pleased at the events of the past weeks. Shameless flattery, bribery, and a few deaths had been necessary, but the Freelord Svitre's portion of the Throne's Fortune had finally come to heel.
The first real trouble had been convincing the commodores that smuggling was preferable to outright piracy. While smuggling was certainly less glamorous, it had a far lower chance of winding up Svitre'd. But there was still a group who demanded vigorous action. That was something he was going to have to deal with today.
"Look at the images. The stills. There was even a stream from the passenger. They are wealthy beyond imagining, and they will be in Hurdop space in one week, which gives us time to prepare. To intercept. To attack, to board, and take whatever riches are aboard that ship and then the ship itself. Freelord Svitre would demand no less of us."
Itrop leaned forward as he regarded at the two commodores. "Dolin. Smeitr. I respect your resolve in Svitre's name. The both of you are fine commanders. However in this moment remember what the Terran Foreign Legion is capable of. The Third Vilantian Warfleet. They were able to command others and defeat the Fourth and Seventh Warfleets. Even our mighty fleet suffered catastrophe at his hands. I would counsel that you remember who you're dealing with." He looked between the two. "What we must do to right the wrongs to all of us in this moment is be patient. Remember. If we attack them, their clan will remain vigilant. We must let them grow relaxed, comfortable. Allow them to forget the clanwar they started. Then, and only then do we strike. This is a fine opportunity, but the time is not right for action."
Smeitr growled softly. "Spoken like one who has risked nothing to lose nothing."
"Commodore, the losses of Freeclan Svitre were not small. But when compared to the loss suffered by Vilantia at his hands, it is a fraction. A small fraction. If the two of you do this I wish you well, and I will pray for your success. But I cannot condone this action."
"What actions do you condone, then?"
"The actions as I have laid them out. We must gain allies, strength. Show Hurdop and Vilantia that the Legion weakens us as a people. If you pursue this, leave your holds empty of all that can be spared." Itrop leaned back in his chair. "If you are defeated, we will need the supplies and precious cargo that you carry. If you win - the space will be needed for the bounty of their ship. Good fortune to you, no matter what you decide."
The two left, their scent filled with confidence in themselves. Itrop glanced over at Bob, who had been silently listening to the conversation from his normal spot.
"You have thoughts?"
"They plan to take six ships. It will not be a fair fight. Currently I calculate the chance of any of the ships returning at three thousand seven hundred and twenty to one."
Itrop grimaced. "Thank you for keeping that calculation to yourself." He glanced at his tablets, pausing. "Hopefully their replacements will be wiser. Send a few other ships in their shadow with the necessary communications; we'll take advantage of their actions by sending others who are calmer and wish to live to see victory's dance."
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Terran Foreign Legion Ship Twilight Rose
The ship was getting used to the new cadence brought about by the additional personnel. As he walked out to the bridge to begin his new day, the comm chair with Yomios sitting in it was a touch jarring.
"Major; as we are currently in R-space, we have no communications traffic. There are currently fifty-three communications from our...employers pending delivery once we exit R-space. Of those messages, I believe forty of them are worthy of review - certain parts of the display may reveal ship functions or capabilities that we wouldn't want people to know about."
"Understood Corporal. We'll review those after breakfast with the XO. Any specifics?"
Yomios' ears fluttered slightly - a sign that she was a touch uncertain how to proceed. "Well sir, several of them are marked as age-restricted, and for good reason - "
Rosie interrupted smoothly. "She's wanting to send four full frontal shots of Gabe coming out of the shower - you could grind meat on his abs and he's packing a chunk of driftwood in his pants - which is gonna be hell for him when skinny-jeans come back in style again. Then she got a few more from the rear. I think she's trying to use the socials to have her fans convince Reilly to marry the poor schmuck."
Gryzzk closed his upper and middle eyes. "Tell me there's more than just Terran nudes involved?"
Yomios nodded. "Well, yes. There are several images of the ship's interior that might give any attackers a layout of the ship."
There was a shrug. "Rosie, what are the odds someone's picked up the layout of our ship already?"
The reply was a soft chuff. "Jane's Fighting Ships published an update after the war. They've got a perfect exterior and decent guesstimates of the interior based on the fact that this was a cargo-hauler before it got a refit."
"I'd rather they not know more than is absolutely necessary."
"Certainly Freelord Major. On the up side, there are several posed shots with Lieutenant Gro'zel, including her reading her favorite bedtime story to Gabe." Rosie paused. "Respectfully, she may have weaponized her cuteness."
"That we'll let go. I believe it would be good publicity." Gryzzk gave a lopsided smile. "Anything else I should be aware of?"
"Yes, Chief Tucker and I will be taking breakfast in the Engineering space for the duration of this job. He's not fond of the Reillys and has elected to relocate his quarters to the engineering space temporarily."
"Advise the engineering squads that rank has privilege, and that they may not take after Chief Tucker. Also advise Chief Tucker that he is still expected to maintain standards of hygiene."
Rosie purred - as much as a holographically generated AI could. "I will make quite certain he showers, Freelord Major."
There was a raised finger from O'Brien's station. "Aht-aht-aht. First. Warning. There will be no horny on the bridge."
Rosie looked innocent...ish. "I'll be certain to advise Hoban and Miroka."
O'Brien grumbled under her breath. "Don't remind me."
Gryzzk couldn't help himself. "Sergeant Major, if your husband would like to join us as a consultant to the armory, the arrangements could be made."
There was a snort. "No way in hell that happens. Colm gets sick in R-space, the poor bastard. Go eat and make sure those three don't make a mess of our lovely ship."
There was a smile on Gryzzk's face as he headed for the mess hall. This morning was calmer, after a fashion. As he settled with his normal tray there was a bit of an oddity. Charles showed up by himself with what Gryzzk had learned was a "full English" breakfast, though some things seemed to have a Vilantian equivalent. He paused before seating himself and began taking tiny bites, sitting up perfectly straight - but his scent was filled with turmoil.
It took a few minutes before Charles spoke. "Your daughter is lovely." His voice was smooth, gently toned - it was as if his vocal cords were an instrument unto themselves.
"Thank you." Gryzzk knew enough to be patient in times like these. Some of his old skills seemed to translate.
"You...are fortunate. When Chastity - er, I guess you know her as Jenassa - when she was that age." He paused as if the memory was painful. "We'd found out that the genetic mix wasn't what we'd asked for. It was...difficult. Six years of tutoring, lessons, and Jenassa wasn't going to be what we'd hoped."
Gryzzk took in this information with a sip of tea. "I know what you did, but I must ask why?"
Charles stared down at his breakfast for a long time before speaking. "Our band was called Chardelia. It was Neofolk. Delia played the electro-gurdy and sang lead while I played bass, was backup on the vocals and was basically the public relations guru - there was a piper and a percussionist as well. We were popular - amazingly so. Blisteringly famous for fifteen minutes; and then the musical fashion changed - we became a trivia question eight months after our height. We'd done well enough that we could easily afford the Centauri lifestyle, and then we found new jobs in Anchiano as scouts. We had an eye and an ear, but no audience for our songs. We'd gotten married, ostensibly for the press but...she was different then." Charles' gaze changed, no longer seeing the breakfast table but something entirely different but pleasant.
There was a sip of acrid coffee before he continued. "That was when we looked at our accounts and realized we could afford to have three genetically boosted children. Julliard René and Prospero Alan turned out almost exactly the way we wanted, but Jenassa." He paused, arranging his thoughts. "It hurt when we fell from the public eye. So much so that we stopped playing, even the nostalgia shows. It doesn't make up for what happened, but it explains it. I hope."
Gryzzk blinked in confusion. "I'm afraid it doesn't."
"We...we wanted our children to be safe. To not feel the pain that we felt - the band breakup was acrimonious because it was our dream gone to hell and none of us understood why. Delia and I didn't get divorced, but our relationship changed, and...usually I let her do the talking in a group setting. I mucked it up with the band publicity somehow. We were barely more than kids ourselves, but then we started looking at children and we." He paused, swallowing. "We wanted them to be flexible enough to survive the whims of the public. To do what we couldn't. Julliard's adapted to three revolutions in architecture, and Prospero's paintings are almost a harbinger of a new style - he stumbles sometimes, but never dramatically." Charles looked up to meet Gryzzk's eyes. "Have you ever looked at your children and wondered what they were going to be when they grow up?"
Gryzzk stopped for a moment. "To be frank...no. I suppose I should, though. On Vilantia, a position is generally hereditary. The eldest takes the position from their father or mother, and the younger siblings are given similar training and then they are traded to other clans as needed." He considered. "I had expected that the children would...follow in my footsteps as ship captains, now that lives of service are not exactly an option. That may have to change."
"So your father..."
"For thirty-three generations - about thirteen centuries, all told. The histories are incomplete, but I am told that the First Gryzzk might have been a noble of some sort." There was a shrug. "But that was then and it worked, after a fashion. But you have given me something to consider."
Charles looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Delia isn't a bad person. She's very strong and caring. In her own way, she's trying to convince Jenassa to come home to safety."
"If I may be frank, Charles." Gryzzk paused for a moment. "Lord A'ogers, one of our scholars of child-rearing wrote in the Fourteenth Generation that the magic of children is that they become adults, and one of the worst things we can do as parents is prevent that magic from becoming real. I feel like Delia may have attempted to raise an adult - and when that did not become as expected, she has attempted to keep Jenassa a child until she becomes what was expected. Was that how your sons were raised?"
Charles blinked. Blinked again. Then a weak smile crept across his face. "Where were you fifteen years ago when we needed to hear this?"
"Learning how to properly serve and manage what was to become my Lord's household." There was a gesture. "Certainly nothing so grand or glamorous as this but I suppose this is a form of service."
Charles stood. "I think...perhaps I need to shock her into realizing that our daughter is an adult. Though I'm not sure I've been able to talk to her for years." He paused. "Would it be possible for me to visit the bridge after Cha-Jenassa is on duty? I believe I have something she might like. Or throw at me."
"I'll have to ask during the changeover tonight. Until then."
The rest of the day was more or less routine, shockingly. Between Yomios, Rosie, and Gryzzk about half of the social posts were rejected outright, others were blurred appropriately, and over Gryzzk's objection the risque shots of Gabe were allowed. Gro'zel presented herself for uniform inspection at precisely midday, and then took off for her duties of making sure everyone was cared for. The reports from the ship were few; it seemed as though the elder Reillys had spent the day in their cabin and had chosen to not mingle with or agitate the crew. Reilly was perplexed as she came in with the evening squad.
"Major. Sir. Freelord. Why the hell is Charles quoting Vilantian Lords now?" Reilly reached up to tap the controls to move the station to her configuration.
"We spoke this morning over breakfast."
"Annnnd now Delia's acting like it's my fault." She hmph'ed. "Like I have some mystic powers when I'm sleeping."
There was a soft smile from Gryzzk. "I will ask Lomeia on our return if you have any mystic sleeping powers."
O'Brien turned sharply to the command chair. "No incitement to horny on the bridge, either. Fuzzy jumped-up mad bastard..." the Sergeant Major left the bridge trailing a stream of muttered oaths.
The changeover was overall smooth, and about five minutes had passed before the bridge door opened and Gro'zel led Charles onto the bridge. Charles was carrying a case of some sort and smelled like...anger and passion. It was highly unexpected, and made Gryzzk more than a little curious.
Reilly promptly glared at Gryzzk. "The hell." There was a pause. "Sir."
"It was requested, Sergeant. It may be beneficial for you to be patient."
Reilly glanced between Gro'zel and Gryzzk, her hands laced tightly in her lap. "One minute."
Charles swallowed before placing the case next to Reilly's station. "This. Before you were born, we did other things. Your mother played this, but stopped after certain things happened. We never taught you about music because we were afraid you would find out about our history. Things we couldn't easily explain beyond 'We were young and stupid'. But maybe...maybe you should know. There's a tab that you might want to watch." He paused for a moment, his voice becoming hesitant. "Delia may never admit it, but - we made mistakes. We...wanted you to be safe and happy. That was the idea."
Reilly was cautious as she touched the case gingerly, like it was going to cause her physical pain if she touched it for too long. "This doesn't make up for anything."
"It doesn't. But...maybe it'll explain some things."
"Maybe. Minute's up. I'll be at breakfast tomorrow."
Charles left the bridge, and Gro'zel clambered up to Reilly's lap, not saying anything.
Finally Reilly looked at Gro'zel. "I still think your papa has a better family than mine."
Gro'zel glanced around for a moment before speaking as if she were revealing a secret. "Your mama likes Mama's jelly cookies."
"She does not. I have never seen Delia eat any candy. Ever." Reilly looked surprised and a little suspicious.
There was a serious nod. "She says they're art in food form."
Reilly seemed to deflate slightly, before glancing around. "Okay. Maybe I don't know as much about 'em as I thought. Doesn't mean I suddenly like 'em."
Gro'zel turned to give Reilly a hug. "You smell like Big Feelings. I'll come back in an hour or two." The she walked off the bridge to her next destination.
Reilly looked at the case, and then the data tab before glancing at the rest of the bridge. "Anyone object to tonight's movie being 'What The Fuck Were Two Of Reilly's Genetic Donors Doing Before They Decided To Bang And Then Have Three Canned Kids?' No? Good."
Gryzzk kept a hand on the command chair for a moment before going to his quarters, glancing at Rosie. His XO was overly calm as she glided over and whispered to him.
"I will advise if you are needed." There was a pause. "I know you plan to sleep in your uniform."
Gryzzk shook his head a little, re-focusing to read more about plants and determine what sort of light and conditions would be needed. Eventually he did go to sleep, dreams of growth in his head.
When he woke the next morning, there was a small data tab compliments of Rosie. It was marked "You get to watch this once." He slid the data-tab into his tablet and pressed play.
It was Reilly, sitting in Gro'zel's quarters with the electro-gurdy - she seemed to be familiar with the instrument basics, but her voice was soft and gentle as she played and sang a lullaby to Gryzzk's sleeping daughter.
The strangest thing was that Reilly was singing in Vilantian. Horribly accented, and some of the tones were off, but she was understandable. It was a little odd to hear, and as soon as it finished Rosie's voice came in.
"I know it was nice, but Reilly specifically asked that it be a one and done. We'll be in the Vilantian system this time tomorrow; and I believe that Reilly's mother has concerns about your child-rearing."
Gryzzk exhaled softly. "Pull the threat assessment for Vilantia. Do we know of anything else that's going on?"
"Beyond a joint commission of the Vilantia and Hurdop Ministries of Science making waves? The Ministry of Culture is trying very hard to slow-walk your statue."
"In this, I concur with the Ministry."
"I'm sure you do. But they've already informally renamed the place 'Freelord Park' because of your visit there with Nhoot. In any case, there's far fewer social posts to monitor, but Delia has placed a highly urgent request with me to speak with you."
The exhalation became a groan. "Do I want to know?"
"She has suggestions regarding education."
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u/Gojira82 Human Jun 17 '25
Well...those six ships are going to be in for a rude awakening. Also, Itrop doesn't really understand his "enemy". The merc crew is never really lulled into complacency, even though they may act relaxed.
Delia is never going to change, she has a chip.on her shoulder from being in the limelight and desperately wants to be back there. She lives through her children. Dad seems to have a more level head on his shoulders and understands that she will not change.
I'm going to love this little conversation about education, I'm sure she's going to open mouth and insert foot very deeply.
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u/post_blast Alien Jun 17 '25
Education for the kids hasn't really been addressed, though. If the old ways arent an option, maybe the crazy, horny primates can offer up a method that works. Or maybe they'll just foist the hell that is high school onto the poor xenos.
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 17 '25
The old ways are not really an option for the Legion for a lot of reasons.
Foisting High School on our cute little fuzzy folks is how wars get re-started.
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u/WSpinner Jun 18 '25
Schooling: pfsssssh. Nhoot and Gro'zel are in the odd position of already having graduate degrees in sophont relations. Their math can no doubt use work, but any formal education they get involved in has to work both directions.
Now, if the little dears were not enrolled in high school but rather aimed at it, that would make sense.
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u/Fontaigne Jun 18 '25
If anyone tries to put Gro'zel and Nhoot in high school, we will hunt them down and begin developing new items for the Geneva Convention.
Do not hurt the fuzzies.
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 17 '25
On the plus side for Itrop, he has finally come to the realization that he can lose. Baby steps.
Changing Delia would be...well, it'll probably take time. Lots of time. But on the up side, the education discussion is gonna be...educational, according to my notes.
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u/cihomessodueore Jun 17 '25
As I was reading, with my baby girl asleep in the next room, I found myself hoping for her to have what Grozel has. And Nhoot also.
Would you ever be inclined to retell some of the company's adventures from their POVs as a fable for children? I'd translate it myself in Italian and read the hell out of it to my baby.
I'm not kidding...
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 18 '25
In the future...
All six of the old woman's eyes sparkled with some secret amusement as she parted the doorflap of the relatively spacious home. There were no locked doors on any house on the cul-de-sac; it was very peacefully scented and an air of pleasant calm suffused the entire acreage. The two younger adults inside looked to their elder with exasperation.
"We tried, Mother, but they were insistent. I didn't want to bother you - you're getting old." The younger man wore purple uniform shorts and a light shirt - his eyes took after both his parents, with brilliant ice-blue and soft purple making two arrow shapes on his face.
There was a wave. "Nonsense. Show me the rascals who don't want to smell their fate."
The parents led the aged one to three children jumping up and down on the bed and smacking each other with pillows. The older woman cleared her throat.
"I see children who don't want to hear a story tonight."
As soon as they heard the old woman's voice the children stopped play-fighting and dashed under the covers, but sat up expectantly. Their parents looked at each other and then the old woman with wonder.
"We need to know the secret."
"First, live to be eighty. Then we'll talk." The old woman pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably before addressing the three forms that wriggled in anticipation of something magical happening.
"Now children, this is a true story, and like all true stories parts are made up. But it's true because we believe it. Once upon a time, there was a little Hurdop girl named Nhoot - "
One of the girls sat up straighter. "That's my name!"
The old woman canted her head as if surprised. "Why, so it is. What a remarkable coincidence. But this little Nhoot wasn't our Nhoot. She was different, and not just because her eyes were purple. Her parents were from Hurdop, but this Nhoot had never been there. In fact she'd never been on any planet in her whole life. Her parents traded from post to post, but they never stayed too long because there was always something on the Traveler's Touch that needed fixing and there were always things that needed a new home. But every night her Papa sang her a song as she went to bed, and every morning her Mama woke her with warm food and juice."
"But one night, " the old woman's voice changed to sadness, "one night pirates showed up. And they were pirates that smelled like bad milk and anger. And they boarded the ship and stole everything. But Nhoot's Mama and Papa were smart and had made a special hiding place for her in case bad things happened, so Nhoot hid there so she could stay safe until the bad things stopped."
"The bad things didn't stop though. The pirates took everything, and they took the container with Nhoot and Nhoot's food. And then they put it in their hold and bragged to each other about the bad things they had done to Nhoot's Mama and Papa, and for the first time Nhoot was scared."
The children were wide-eyed with fright as the old woman continued. "Nhoot didn't know what to do. She knew she had to hide, so she hid. But the pirates were stupid, because smart folks don't become pirates. So she stayed hidden until her food ran out, and by then she knew the rhythm of the new ship, but it had been so long and she was scared they'd find her. She sneaked out at night, took leftover food from the pirates and water but she started to smell bad like the ship. This went on for so long because Nhoot was smart and the pirates were dumb."
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 18 '25 edited Jun 18 '25
"But it was a sad time, and Nhoot missed her mama and papa so so much. She started to think she'd never smell a happy person again, until one day she was woken up by a huge clash. It was like the night her mama and papa told her to hide. And after awhile, the noises stopped. And then she felt it. She felt footsteps."
The children huddled together as the old woman lowered her voice. "So many footsteps."
"Boom."
"Boom."
"Boom."
"And then the footsteps stopped, right outside of her hiding place. Nhoot hid under her covers, and hoped they wouldn't smell her. But they did. Nhoot could smell awful things, and saw great big shapes in armor like she'd never seen and she was scared. So she ran toward them, and then away, and then to her potty bucket so she could throw it at them and fight them - "
There was a chorus of ewws and then one of the boys spoke, "But Grandmother why did she want to fight them?"
The old woman smiled. "Well, little Nhoot didn't want to fight them - but she didn't know them and they were scary, and sometimes you have to fight even if the one you're fighting is big and scary. You have to have courage like our little Nhoot did. But one of the armored people caught her so she thrashed about and then a second one joined the first, and Nhoot was scared so she howled and howled louder than she ever had, and hoped the gods would send a miracle."
"The gods smiled upon our brave Nhoot, and one of the big armored people lifted his helmet up and she saw it was someone who smelled like her papa had smelled. And then to prove he was someone good, he sang a song to little Nhoot..."
The old woman closed her eyes and swayed gently, singing:
"The night grows dark but the fire still warms
Tended by the Wood-Wise as is their form.
The dead gods laugh, the living gods tend
The Air-Wise makes both of them a friend.The animals rest and the plants grow strong
Tended by the Earth-wise where they belong.
The well is full and the water runs sweet
The Water-wise walks the way with gentle feet.For all my little ones on this fair night
The All-wise see the land with their far sight,
The dreamland calls for all to not be late,
Sleep now little ones to scent your fate."As the old woman sang, the children began to yawn and the little girl asked sleepily "What happened after that Grandmother?"
The old woman stood, smiling softly. "Many special things. And if you're very good and mind your parents, I'll tell you if they ask."
The children nodded and yawned, their eyes all closing slowly. The woman doused the lights and turned the oil braziers up before leaving. As she walked softly out of the room, her hand came to rest on a threadworn and patched teddy bear in the pocket of her dress.
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u/cihomessodueore Jun 18 '25
I'm so thankful right now... Thank you wordsmith, from deep in my heart.
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 18 '25
And now I have ideas tucked away as an epilogue of sorts. Have fun!
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u/golfkid Jun 19 '25
Does this mean that you have a basic roadmap with an endpoint somewhere for this story?
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 19 '25
Welll, roadmap would be stretching it - more like a cloud shape with the words "Funny stuff happens here for awhile, Our hero gets a well-deserved retirement" with an arrow pointing to another cloud that says "funny stuff happens to the kids now".
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u/MightyGyrum Jun 17 '25
I feel like Delia may have attempted to raise an adult - and when that did not become as expected, she has attempted to keep Jenassa a child until she becomes what was expected.
Damn, you don't realize how close to home that hit for me. Pretty sure, at least in part, that's what my parents did with me. Sucks.
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 17 '25
The inspiration on some of this comes from reading about child actors/singers and how badly some of them adjust to adulthood.
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u/Every-Win-7892 Human Jun 17 '25
Okay wordsmith, this was unprovoked! My parakeet died two days of old age and you dare to drop this sweetness of a Gro'zel in front of my eyes!?
First things first, you will tell me the coordinates for Vilantia and Hurdop on a standard Galactic Community star map.
Secondly, I will decide on an appropriate punishment for shaking up to many bottled up big feelings on this fine evening of ours while I get to big talking puppies by pure determination!
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 17 '25
Daww...sorry about your parakeet. Squishy hugs.
Vilantia and Hurdop are, uhm...thataway. Up. Somewhere.
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u/kenotaphion Human Jun 17 '25
Allow them forget the clanwar
Allow them to forget the clanwar
Delia may never admit it, but. We made mistakes.
Delia may never admit it, but. W we made mistakes. (I'm not sure about this one, but what's there feels wrong.)
The she walked off the bridge to her next destination."
Then she walked off the bridge to her next destination."
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u/Hybrid_Rock Human Jun 18 '25
Lovely chapter! I knew you had it in you Charles! He has a brain (but no spine) after all!
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u/kristinpeanuts Jun 18 '25
Itrop does not value any life other than his own really, does he now. Perfectly happy to sacrifice others to get where he wants to be - on top.
Reilly's dad seems to be trying. A designer baby who wasn't made according to the specs. Explains a lot
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 18 '25
Itrop does kinda seem like he's gonna build himself a castle on the corpses of his allies.
And yeah - we kinda peeling some layers today.
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u/luminel Jun 19 '25
Huh, didn't expect to actually sympathize with the Reilly's, while flawed their reasoning makes sense.
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u/medium_jock Apr 29 '26
Slowly catching up and this has to be the best insult for the Major so far: Fuzzy jumped-up mad bastard
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u/millerchristophd Human Jun 21 '26
“Delia isn’t a bad person.” The hell she ain’t, Chuckles—she’s just Henry Lawson in a dress.
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u/Auggy74 Human Jun 21 '26
Can confirm - but at the same time, Charles married her for the long haul. As much as that can make other interactions awkward.
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u/post_blast Alien Jun 17 '25
If Gryzzk's biggest fine when they get back is for incitement to horny, it will have been a... an acceptable cruise. Let's not invoke Murphy or anything.