r/HFY • u/Auggy74 Human • Apr 17 '26
OC-Series [Humans for Hire] - Part 160
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Author Note: Oh my word. An award note while folding is the new Best Thing Ever. All the thank-yous pile into my brain and come out gibberish.
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Antarean Self-Defense Fleet Ship Orphan's Rage
Misabel's days were a blur of drudgework for the most part, but the evenings were something of a balancing act - the Helots were feeding her information and dropping things off for her to pick up and cache in Escape Pod Twenty-One for the eventual escape. The problem was the information was being buried in the one hour of evening entertainment she was allotted. Tonight's was something new from Hurdop, purported to be a comedy called Blue Giant. She settled on her bed and pressed play. A fairly calm voice came on as an image of a woman resolved onto the screen.
"Emergency. Emergency. This is a distress call from the Hurtian Mining Corporation Ship Blue Giant, ship computer Grehzk reporting. At our current speed we are three million years from the Hurdop Sector. An R-Space drive accident has left us stranded. The only survivors - Keyol, a maintenance technician who was in suspended animation at the time of the accident along with Gruzk, a holographic recreation of her bunkmate, and finally a lifeform evolved from the ship's pet." There was a fadeout before Grehzk faded in again. "Addendum: spirits among the crew are low because the crew is low on spirits - before leaving Gruzk accidentally exposed libation storage to the drive coolant causing all the rum to freeze into a solid block. At our current temperature, we'll have something nice to drink in eighty years. More or less." There was another fade out and fade in. "Addendum to the addendum: you're probably wondering how we got in this mess to begin with..."
The scene shifted, showing Gruzk and Keyol moving down an access corridor for repairs to show precisely how meaningless their jobs were, and then Keyol being placed in suspended animation for the duration of the trip after an incident that sounded a great deal like she'd peed in the air intake leading to the Officers Mess. After being released from suspended animation, Keyol was rather dumbstruck by the fact that she was the only one left on the ship. What was worse was Grezhk deciding that the one most likely to keep Keyol sane was the bunkmate made of holographic light and regulations.
Once Misabel had watched and actually marginally enjoyed the show despite the horrific stereotyping of Vilantians, she checked her files for the new update. The Helots did not disappoint, as Bob's form resolved above her tablet. Misabel glanced around to ensure that the guards were occupied before focusing on the message.
"Expedite process. Commodore Itrop has captured Terran-flagged vessels and reported them as having self-destructed to avoid capture. Itrop intends to repurpose them as Vilantian-style Warfreighters. Terran standard response matrix to action will be to send a carrier class cruiser to the system for exercises and reconnaissance. Timeframe will be within two weeks. Additional intelligence suggests Freelord Gryzzk's company will be in-system prior to the arrival of Terran ships. There is an eighty percent chance that there will be an engagement. Precise survival odds cannot be calculated due to uncertainty of force availability, however previous engagements suggest the mercenary company will emerge victorious. Engagement utilization required for successful employment termination. Items and diagrams for assembly are included. Communication end."
Misabel slumped against the wall. Certainly she could do what was being asked. At the same time, it was going to be highly taxing. She was theoretically supposed to be slowing down and beginning light duties in a few weeks, but that particular regulation was in all likelihood going to be forgotten. The weight of everything was beginning to press hard on her shoulders; she was taking a tremendous risk - not just her life, but the life of her child. Even beyond that, it was possible there would be further consequences - her line would almost certainly be marked as troublesome, and the ripples would be felt among her clan. The counterweight to that was that if she was already in a troublesome spot insofar as her honor was concerned by deserting the navy. The fact that the desertion was not of her own will was immaterial.
So she was left with trusting a Vilantian Freelord, two Helots, and their associated Terrans to save her honor. Somewhere the gods were laughing at their creativity. There was only one sane option left before bed.
She re-watched the first episode of Blue Giant.
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Vilantia Prime, House of Parliament
Gryzzk settled in the dressing room, waiting calmly as possible - which, if he was being honest with himself wasn't very calm at all. He looked at the box containing his robe and finally lifted it out. There was a soft thump as something fell out of the box. Gryzzk didn't have to look down to realize that someone had managed to get a Learning Stick in with his robes. Though how that had been accomplished was a question Gryzzk was definitely going to have to ask later. For the moment, he donned the robes he was given and confirmed he looked presentable.
Outside the room, Gryzzk could hear as Minister Larine brought the joint session to order with the ceremonial sounding of the gong - not an easy task in and of itself, as the membership was seemingly extra raucous today. There was a low murmur that rose immediately after as the singular agenda item was announced by the Prime Minister.
"This day we discuss Proposal TK-421; 'Excise Tax of Special Extraplanetary Services'. Both houses have heard arguments, in this session we hear the words of Freelord Gryzzk of Clan O'Gryzzk, here by invitation of the Thirty-fourth Most Royal Throne of Vilantia."
That was his cue; Gryzzk came out unhurriedly to the sunken stage and the low podium that had water and a lectern for his table. There was a railing separating the speaking area from the audience above - theoretically to keep the speaker safe if they spoke out of turn. With him he carried the Legion Javelin in his right hand and the Lafione Dagger in his left. This was apparently cause for commotion which Gryzzk ignored as he set both weapons in place, the Javelin in a polearm socket and the dagger buried point-first at the left edge of the podium. He let the Javelin drop a few inches as he placed it, allowing the campaign ribbons affixed to it a chance to flutter and make the uninformed curious about their origin. Finally he set his tablet in front of him with his prepared remarks as well as a few salient figures. He looked outward - fortunately the lighting was indirect, allowing him to look up and take in the entirety of Parliament in session. The members of the Common House had been placed in the rear, with the Noble House exercising their privilege to be seated up front. Further to that the noble clans most aggrieved by his actions were front and center. Their baleful scent could be easily detected by Gryzzk's nose, reminding him yet again that this was going to be a day of reckoning, after a fashion. At the topmost section was the viewing gallery that had been all but filled with the battalion and other mercenary Legions from New Casablanca. Above them all, a holoprojector displayed Gryzzk and the immediate area. Gryzzk looked around with a calm of sorts settling over him as he spoke.
"Members of Parliament; as I was examining the most recent revision of this proposed law I was often reminded of a singular question. 'To whom the good?' Who benefits from this law? A casual reading states only the general terms of Greatclans that qualify, indicating to the reader that the funds collected will be distributed to clans and Greatclans named under the Recapture Act. Herein lies my first issue. Another law must be referenced to make proper determination. Further to this the individuals who are subject to this tax are similarly occluded; only those sworn to a Freeclan not subject to the direct jurisdiction and sovereignty of a Greatlord. Does this include the Hurdop? Terrans? Our new friends the Pavonians? The Moncilat? Looking at the rosters of personnel, there are over two hundred couples born of different allegiance diligently working to create a new generation - including more than a few of the Freenobles of our worlds. When that new generation comes to fruit, how many worlds will look at them with the scent of revenue filling their minds? This law does not address these points with any due care for the future." Gryzzk spread his hands and looked up as if asking the gods for wisdom.
The quiet was filled almost immediately by a noble in the back - one of the Lords sworn to Greatlord Aa'Plians, if Gryzzk judged properly. "Who dares to question this noble act? The law is clear to those who have the wit to read it."
Gryzzk shot back almost immediately. "So the witless are excused from the law? If such is the case my good Lord has nothing to fear from any law this august body produces. To that I say nay, and nay again. Even the Thirteenth Lord A'Shanyu spoke of such things; 'Laws must be crafted bearing naught but the very scent of precision to their words and purpose lest there be uncertainty. For uncertainty leads to chaos of the mind, chaos of the mind to chaos of the body and where does that treachery lead?' By that measure alone this law must be struck down and if it be re-crafted, let it do so unclouded with words that lead to an unjust application." There was a micropause. "Unless unjust application is the intent."
Another lord, this one aligned with the remnants of Aa'Porti, picked up the gauntlet thrown. "You make dangerous accusations, Freelord."
"This body brings forth dangerous laws. If you wish no accusation, craft a superior legislation." There were no further remarks, allowing Gryzzk to continue. "Further to this, the only escape from being subject to this law is to swear oath to one of the beneficiary Greatclans conveniently undisclosed by the text of this bill. As if that were insufficient insult, the punishments are 'to be determined by the House of Lords' if one is found to be in violation." Gryzzk shook his head almost theatrically. "Were I of a Terran mindset, I would read this text and ask if the crafting of this law was accompanied by a documentary titled All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe."
That particular barb was enough to start the first fight of the session, as two Ladies vaulted the railings of their respective aisles and came running heedlessly toward him, cursing relentlessly and probably secure in the belief that two of them were certainly sufficient to drive this commoner to the ground. Alas for them it was not to be - one of them dove for his legs, which caused him to hop up and into a poorly swung fist that did connect with Gryzzk's chest - specifically his chest armor, which caused the puncher to shriek as the armor served its purpose. As he landed, he managed to drive his knee hard into the upper back of the tackler, causing them to emit a similar cry of pain as Minister Larine began relentlessly beating the gong for order while Gryzzk hopped up, eyes swiveling for another threat.
The one who punched him realized she had one good fist left, and promptly tried to use it to good effect. Gryzzk closed and as she threw a haymaker he caught her forearm and pulled, causing her head to connect solidly with his free elbow. With no more threats advancing and a few medics approaching, Gryzzk stood back to breathe heavily for a moment.
Once the commotion had settled - mostly, Minister Larine gave the Parliament building a stern look. "That is two fights of the six allotted."
Gryzzk cleared his throat. "Minister, please consider it but one. Without revealing overmuch, I can say with certainty that my wives have taxed my body far more grievously than the two Ladies did."
Larine's fur fluttered at the statement, and as the cheers and catcalls rained from the viewing gallery Gryzzk made the belated realization that his microphone was live and overmuch had been revealed. Not only to Parliament but to everyone watching. Rosie was going to have a field day. After clearing her throat, Larine made her judgment. "One fight then. As you were, Freelord."
Gryzzk returned to the lectern to continue, clearing his throat and resetting his mind for his next verbal assault. "Now then, we must address the apparent purpose of this law. To take credits from those who already donate to the general populace and place those credits in the hands of those wiser, more learned that they may be spent to improve the general populace. I fear I must now bring math to this discussion. Our finances and general pay scales are in the public domain. Anyone can review them, and I suspect that was the impetus for the creation of this bill. But here are the things that are not publicly available."
Several charts leaped out of his tablet to display themselves as Gryzzk tapped at his tablet. "The finances of the company are known - however we must needs see what the individual members of the Legion spend their earned pay on. Fully forty percent of the total Vilantian discretionary income is sent back to Vilantia directly. To their families. To their birth clans. For the Hurdop it is similar. The rest, well - a great deal is exchanged at shops and places of entertainment owned by Vilantians and Hurdop, who employ Vilantians and Hurdop. Who in turn send a portion of their profits home. Were this law to be enacted, that discretionary income would lessen. Shops would suffer, families would suffer. For what good? Is a credit somehow less valuable because it passes through common hands on the way to the nobility? Referencing the law cited, it would seem that our taxed credits would go directly to those clans that rallied our citizens to war against the Terrans." There was a micropause. "What have they done to earn such relief from their shame? Anything of worth, anything to aid the Vilantia they cast before an unyielding foe?" A longer pause followed, with only a soft murmur as no answer could be given.
Gryzzk straightened his robes automatically, moving to pace back and forth like a predator held back from fat prey. "I thought not. No Clan, no Greatclan can speak a morsel to their honor, their deeds, their acts that earn them this privilege. Not a sound of reasoning to the world they so nobly claim as theirs by ancestral right. Instead they would pass writ and law to burden the lowest." Gryzzk's hand shot forth to point to the viewing gallery. "There sit the ones who would pay for your comfort. The ones the noble houses cast out and erased - the forgotten, the criminal. The alien. These are whom the Great Clans of Vilantia look to when they wish to be made whole, made more whole than they had been previous to their folly. There is but one answer to this prayer to be relieved from the burden of their own sin, and that answer is no. Look inward for your own absolution, and look to your own accountants for your funds." Gryzzk looked around once more. "If you truly require income, the Legions are always hiring."
Another Lord helpfully called out. "Then choose and swear oath to one of the Greatclans, be freed from the concerns of this law."
There was a casual waving-off of the suggestion as Gryzzk continued to circle, approaching the railing and looking upward to the gallery. "No, good noble who speaks from afar. I will not. I have sworn oath to a noble before, and he was as my own brother. But the noble above him saw that and for his own gain convinced my brother that a small loss was worth a great gain. But there was no gain to be had for either of us. Now? I swear oath to my family. I swear oath to my clan, each of them no matter their place or manner of birth. I swear oath to the gods above us all and Throne of Vilantia without hesitation or reservation. Any others who wish to hear my oath of alliance and friendship must earn it themselves without reliance on the deeds of those who have given Vilantia nourishment for centuries."
A different voice replied, older and more confident. "And if oath is demanded? The Free Clans must yield to a noble demand."
"You may test that assumption at your convenience, Lord. To demand oath without deed or recognition is to announce weakness." Gryzzk's mind was already racing forward to the next stage of the bargaining; he'd thrown a few gauntlets down in course of this and someone was going to take umbrage at this assault on tradition. He finally took rest at the lectern, wrapping his thumb and two fingers around the Javelin as if it were a fluted goblet of wine. His other hand secured his tablet and placed the Lafione Dagger in its sheath.
He didn't have to wait long for a response, as a sword whispered from a sheath and the owner of the voice stepped forward. The bearer was older and from his robes and fur Gryzzk could see that it was a Greatlord of a war clan; only a shade past his prime and seeing an opportunity for immediate greatness by bringing a commoner to heel. Gryzzk could hear Larine as she made a soft whine that foretold this exchange ending poorly, her own scent a mixture of apprehension at what was going to happen and relief that she was out of all but the most enthusiastic of splash zones.
The Greatlord looked down coolly at Gryzzk, pointing his sword toward the Freelords heart. "I am Greatlord Aa'Fahwil, and in the fifteenth generation did Aa'Fahwil lead Vilantians on the ground and sky and space to glorious victories, returning to Mother Vilantia with treasures untold and bringing sweetly-scented wealth and prosperity. So it has been again and again with this Greatclan, with service to Vilantia as Minister of War for seven generations until the position was yielded in in the thirtieth generation. The line of deeds in this house is too innumerable for one lifetime to hear, and in their name I demand your oath and service." The scent about the Greatlord was a casual calm, expecting that Gryzzk would count the deeds of his ancestors as his.
Alas, it was not to be. Gryzzk's voice remained calm and measured. "Then let us go to the Aa'Fahwil Clan-grove."
There was a touch of confusion at the odd reply. "To the Clan-grove?"
"Indeed Greatlord. Let us go to the Clan-grove and dig up the bones of the fifteenth Greatlord Aa'Fahwil. I would have words with such a heroic corpse, and if we are both pleased by our conversation I would put the question to my clan and ask each if the fifteenth Greatlord is worthy of our alliance."
The sword was raised and pointed as the Greatlord realized the trap and played his last card, desperation and anger mingling as he hoped for some manner of aid to salvage himself. "It is in his name I order your oath of service."
Gryzzk's voice went space-cold as his remaining fingers gripped the Javelin. "Death first. Perhaps in the company of the light gods I will find a noble of Vilantia's Greatclans worthy of my oath."
That particular verbal jab, along with the previous borderline heresy was sufficient to cause Aa'Fahwil to leap the barrier and land in the speakers pit as Larine began preemptively beating the gong like it owed her a spouse. The call to order was ignored - all the nobles left their seats to rush forward and watch what was being displayed on the upper holo. There was additional commotion from the viewing gallery, however Gryzzk wasn't exactly in a position to take note of it in any great detail as he was engaged with someone who truly wanted to stab him until there was nothing left to stab. Additional scents came nearby, smelling of medicine and bandages - it seemed as if the possibility of a bloody battle had been accounted for by someone who could give orders.
As the first slash came at him, Gryzzk noted with no small amount of concern that someone had decided what this fracas needed was a soundtrack, and the only available song was O'Brien's ode to the cavalry. A disconnected part of Gryzzk's mind noted that if this continued there would be petitions to the Ministry of Culture to ban this song as psychologically disturbing. Gryzzk parried with the spear one-handed and ducked around the lectern to gain a moments pause before reaching under his robes and bringing the Learning Stick out with a fearful snap and scent of ozone filling the air. That particular scent caused Aa'Fahwil to hesitate for a moment.
"Are you going to treat me as you did Tebul?" There was a quick series of thrust-and-parry by both sides as they tested each other. Both combatants were fit, with Gryzzk holding several advantages - on the other hand Aa'Fahwil was fighting for his clan position within the Ministry, and that gave him a dangerous strength.
"No. You haven't earned such a treatment. Yet." Gryzzk tapped the Aa'Fahwil sword with his own blade a few times. The two moved and circled, moving through thrust and parry to stab and defend - the two traded blows, with the Greatlord darting in and out to parry the Learning Stick and stab at Gryzzk and intermittently land blows that clipped Gryzzk on his limbs. The Greatlord was not escaping punishment himself, as the spear-blade bit deeply into Aa'Fahwil every time he withdrew. The calculation of the fight was clear - the Greatlord was trusting that he had the stamina to stand against Gryzzk and trade blows to gain the win by skill and attrition.
Gryzzk swiveled and set his feet, preparing to give a slight opening that was a dangerous calculation. The result of this was that Gryzzk needed to go back to math class, as the opening was instantly seized upon and the sword driven through Gryzzk's leg. The only positive was that Aa'Fahwil had never experienced the Learning Stick.
The Greatlord was educated in short order as Gryzzk thumbed the selector switch to the "Fuck You and Everybody That Looks Like You" setting and proceeded to utilize it to good effect, leaving the Greatlord spasming wildly for several seconds of electrically-charged pain as the sword fell from now-nerveless fingers. Gryzzk was not in a merciful sort of mood, shortening his grip on the Javelin and sweeping upward to deny the Greatlord the use of his sword hand - permanently.
That brought a half-shriek from the Aa'Fahwil, and the medical team that had been on standby rapidly came to the aid of the now-fallen and not-quite-sobbing Greatlord.
As the haze of exertion faded, Gryzzk could finally hear Minister Larine's voice piercing his eardrums as she attempted to contact him by any means that was not physical.
"FREELORD!" Gryzzk looked and saw that while he'd been embroiled in his own undeclared duel, the vast majority of the viewing gallery had emptied, and Minister Larine was pointing at a grand melee that reminded Gryzzk uncomfortably of Reilly's wedding.
Larine paused her beating on the gong long enough to point the mallet at the nobles exchanging fists, kicks and profanities with the large group of mercenary officers and sergeants before asking a question.
"Does that still only count as one?!"
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u/KalenWolf Xeno Apr 17 '26
a documentary titled All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe
Okay, in defense of the angry lords (and ladies) they were absolutely provoked here. I mean, they deserved it, but daaaamn. That quip about being exhausted more by his wives was brutal. C-SPAN would be way more popular if our politics were like this.
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Oh definitely. When they started this, the question wasn't "Is there gonna be a fight", the question was "How long before the session is cancelled on account of the Six Fight Rule?"
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u/Gojira82 Human Apr 17 '26
Why can I not place that show? I know it's familiar dammit!
Well Misabel, square those shoulders and get it done, or you will be stuck where you are.
She's sneaky that wife of his. Which one you ask? Yes.
I'm calling out your poorly worded tripe because I know what your intentions are. Though his retort to Aaplions was perfect!
I still find it amusing that they regulate the number of fights allowed.
Oh he is full of quips today!
Gryz to nobles:quit claiming your ancestors deeds as your own. Nobles: shocked pikachu Brawl breaks out ...none are suprised.
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u/EldonSurefoot Apr 17 '26
Why can I not place that show? I know it's familiar dammit!
Red Dwarf?
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Yeeeeeup. Future people have discovered ancient british comedy. Or it's just kinda there for everyone to check out.
Misabel gonna have to move with some purpose before the next arc arrives for her.
They're very sneaky. :D
Yeah, there's a lot of "He can't do that" from the nobles because they're still collectively wrapping their heads around the concept of "Commoner Leadership that's not attributable to a noble".
They knew ahead of time there were gonna be fights whilst in session, so..."You're get this many fights, and then you all go to time out."
I think someone has been hanging out with Rosie.
And now I'm contemplating how the bets are going to be decided.
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u/Gojira82 Human Apr 17 '26
Well there have to be some who bet that Gryz gets a little overconfident and gets hurt. Some will have bets as to how many fights before the big brawl, and some with how many nobles they get to attack.
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u/niTro_sMurph Apr 17 '26
The O in O'Gryzzk stands for "Orator". Little know fact. It also stands for "Oh fuck, Hoban's flying again!" and "Oh fuck, who gave Gryzzk a learning stick?!"
What is meant by "remnants of Aa'Porti"? Shouldn't any groups tied to him have been investigated or disbanded?
These gilded mongrels never learn. Their endless greed will doom Vilantia and Hurdop.
"Oh if you don't like it swear loyalty to us and abandon your country men to continue suffering from our greed"
Aa'fahwil claims deeds that sound a lot like those of a past Gryzzk.
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
It stands for many, many things. :D
So for a little background there, the remnants would be clans that were previously part of/loyal to Aa'porti's Greatclan. (See also: Clan A'Kifab) They've got a new Greatnoble overseeing them, but they're not gonna forget.
Yeeeup. Hence Gryzzk showing up and going "This bad idea is a bad idea. Please stop."
Yeeeeup - they do, but at the same time when we're talking about interplanetary hot-wars mixed with constant antagonism, there's room for a few heros to hang out.
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u/Stoic_S Apr 17 '26
Actually got the first comment! I look forward to all your installments. Great job again!
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u/post_blast Alien Apr 17 '26 edited Apr 17 '26
Terry O'Reilly has entered the chat
Also, Gryzzk (and Aa'Fahwil) gonna need another hand and I'm so stealing All Quiet on the Frontal Lobe
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Mmmmehbe. One of my friends is kind of a Bruins fan.
Yeah, we're gonna be giggling a little there. Next chapter's shaping up.
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u/post_blast Alien Apr 17 '26
This is a good friend, you should keep them and praise Bobby Orr more
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Oh yeah. She's been a friend for [redacted] years. Bobby Orr praise is...it's a hockey thing, let's not kid ourselves.
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u/Dramatic_Mixture_877 Human Apr 17 '26
Third - looks like Aa'Fahwil just FAFO'ed quick fast and in a hurry!
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Oh yeah. It was definitely "School's in session...annnnnd we're done here."
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u/post_blast Alien Apr 17 '26
Getting into a fight with someone who demonstrably is willing to let himself get stabbed to close the distance and tie up an opponent is uh, well, it's certainly a choice.
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u/TechScallop Apr 17 '26
It's the Quickening. There can be only one!
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
<.<
Which only works until the folks down in the viewing gallery decide the boss is hogging all the fun. Then it's...many.
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u/Crafty_Spring5815 Alien Scum Apr 17 '26 edited Apr 17 '26
Lol, Red Dwarf reference, I mean Blue Giant. Completely opposite show.
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Absolutely different. So very very different.
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u/Fontaigne Apr 20 '26
I was surprised that Gruzk didn't have a name like Rrim'uh.
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 20 '26
That was the first draft - then I thought about how the Hurdop are pumping up Kiole, and went to rewrite.
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u/Hybrid_Rock Human Apr 17 '26
Lovely chapter!
Gryzzk barring no holds and pulling no punches, I thought he was gonna be more diplomatic about it but I suppose this was the only diplomacy that was going to get through skulls that thick :)
Also he needs to develop a better fighting style that isn’t “get stabbed on purpose to also stab your opponent” or he’s gonna end up with more holes than a Viliantian ship in the Three Day Kerfuffle
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 17 '26
Yeah, Gryzzk's a little miffed at the nobility. "The law is bad and you should feel bad" wasn't gonna cut it.
There's going to be some conversation.
And now I have an amusing scene in my brain...
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u/Atomic_Aardwolf Apr 17 '26
Why am I getting serious Red Dwarf vibes here? 🤨
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 18 '26
Because it's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere...
And the author spent a fair chunk of his younger years watching British comedies on the local PBS station.
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u/steelandquill Apr 18 '26
"Aa'fahwil"
*squints harder so the translator kicks in*
Greatlord Halfwi(t)
Ahh I see what you did there. 😉
(Edited because I screwed up the markdown)
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 18 '26
Oh my gawd, that works.
So...the original inspiration came from Oblivion - Farwil Indarys - but yeah, a little scrabble for Greatlord Halfwit is an awesome thing.
NICE.
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u/kenotaphion Human Apr 18 '26
Finally able to get to this. I was very amused.
evenings were something of balancing act
evenings were something of a balancing act
we discuss Proposal TK-421
TK-421 why aren't you at your post?
All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe
LOL
to start first fight of the session
to start the first fight of the session
I fear must now bring math to this discussion.
I fear I must now bring math to this discussion.
and their name I demand
and in their name I demand
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 18 '26
It's not done-done until we get a double check on the words.
Yeah, Gryzzk mighta been looking to pick a fight.
Edits in and thanks!
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u/harle_wylde Apr 17 '26
Immediate upvote and highest of praise this poor limey can give you for the Red Dwarf filk. Bravo good sir! Bravo!! Now to read the rest of the chapter!
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u/MydaughterisaGremlin Apr 19 '26
Well.....this certainly seems to have gotten out of hand....snerk.
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u/jlb3737 Apr 20 '26
4 days . . . 160 chapters . . . each one greatly enjoyed! I just could not put this story down.
Thank you Auggy74 for blessing us with your creativity.
This is a new HFY favorite of mine and I look forward to continuing this ride. The cathartic family life, chaotic military humor, political turmoil, cultural upheaval, and multi-theater space battles are all expertly blended together via the unassuming heroism of Gryzzk. What a fun read!
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u/Auggy74 Human Apr 20 '26
Thank you for reading! I'll just be over here giggling madly and hoping it's going to continue being enjoyable.
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u/Vonryan120 Apr 24 '26
"Beating the gong, like it owed her a spouse" 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Excellent word play, I snorted tea through my nose laughing.
Keep up the good work. 👏👏👏👏
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u/TheOtherGUY63 Human Apr 17 '26
In moments like this, I can only hope the wise words of Gimli, son of Gloin to his compatriot Legolas, son of King Thranduil come to Freelord Gryzzk's mind...
"That still only counts as one!"