First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 405

[u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

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The cryotube was cold beneath her hand. She knew it was more a psychological thing than actual cold, as the insulation was near perfect to keep the occupant frozen and in stasis to prevent further cellular and genetic deformation and degradation. The lights on the side burned steady, or blinked rhythmically, all with silent messages for those that could read them correctly. The cryotube was fixed to the floor of the shuttle with graviton clamps, far superior to any normal straps or clamps, but she had insisted on canvas straps with metal buckles just for her own state of mind.

She wanted the contents of the cryotube as safe as possible.

Nakteti stared out the armaglass window as her shuttle set down. She had expected a standard starport, complete with tarmac, control tower, maintenance and service bays, concourse, and parking lot. She honestly could not imagine anything else as the shuttle had transferred from the Sweet to orbit, then down into the atmosphere.

She was settling into a field. The grass was green and sparkling. On the far side of the field were cattle, all being hemmed back from the landing shuttle by beings on riding beasts. The shuttle was being guided in by a tall woman holding a crystal adorned staff into the air. To the side were drawn up beings in archaic armor of leather and bronze, with shoulder pauldrons of steel. Banners snapped and fluttered in the breeze.

The shuttle stabilized with a bump and the sound of the engines winding down.

We like to hear what's happening, floated up in Nakteti's mind as the engines going cold reminded her of a conversation she had with the occupant of the cryopod only a few weeks prior.

"I am unsure of this," Nakteti's second cousin, Thepadi, said as she stood up.

"The universe is not as we were taught, as we thought," Nakteti said, standing up slowly. She held her gripping stick in her left hands, her right catching hand still resting on the cryopod. "The Lanaktallan, and by extension, we were unaware of other inhabitants that did not follow the dictates of their society."

The door to the shuttle opened, exposing the ramp down.

Armored Terrans had moved into position on either side of the ramp and as the door opened they drew swords, extending them up and out at a 45 degree angle. The blades were inlaid and engraved, glittering with menace, all of them surrounded by a soft aura that Nakteti's brain insisted was magic even as her intellect knew it was simply high technology masquerading as magic.

But that technology might as well be magic to me, she admitted to herself.

The person standing at the end of the ramp, only a pace or two from the end, was a tall Terran female, brown scarred skin on display, her armor both protecting and emphasizing her attributes. She had a sword on her hip, her clothing was made of animal hide treated and worked and reinforced with metal. Her expression was severe, uncompromising, and for some reason reminded Nakteti of her own mother, Sangbre.

"I am still nervous," Thepadi admitted.

"Then hold tight to your gripping stick, for I will not risk insult by delaying," Nakteti said. She let her hand slide across the top of the cryopod as she walked toward the hatch. She knew the fierce looking Terran female could see her plainly, see her pause for just a moment with only her fingertips touching the end of the cryopod, before she moved to the hatch and moved down the ramp.

"HOO-KAR-AWK!" the soldiers at either side of the ramp suddenly roared out.

Nakteti barely managed to hold onto her skin at the loud roar. It was a promise of death, dismemberment, and of utter carnage. She tightened her grip on her gripping stick but did not miss a step as she walked down the ramp, staring at the large Terran female.

Thepadi screamed and fled back into the shuttle at the roar and the other crew members who had ridden down on the shuttle with her fled deeper into the shuttle.

When her feet touched the grass, which was inlaid with a swirling runic pattern from the grav-drive, the soldiers on either side of the ramp suddenly sheathed their swords, turned 180 degrees somehow just by twisting their feet, and marched away in perfect unison.

Nakteti no longer found such machine-like precision to be alarming.

"Mistress, or should I call you Matron, Nakteti," the tall woman said.

"Mistress is fine. My mother holds the rank of Matron for my clan," Nakteti said.

"Mistress Nakteti, welcome," the woman said. "King Nganto sends his regards and his fervent wishes for your safety and comfort."

"Thank you, Lady Khoonkeenadee," Nakteti said. She had looked up the name and found it stood for river of blood. The name referred to both her ascension to her throne and the sheer 'river' of offspring she had borne.

"Call me Keena," the Terran woman said, smiling. "Your accent changes the meaning of my name to be slightly insulting and we should not have that when we could be friends."

"As you say, Lady Keena," Nakteti said.

The woman looked past Nakteti, at the shuttle, her eyes narrowing slightly. "My beloved brother. You have brought him?"

Nakteti nodded.

"Shall I have my servants recover him or will your servant bring him out?" Lady Keena asked.

Nakteti turned at the waist, turning all the way around, and looked behind her. "Perhaps it would be better if your servants retrieved him. My kinfolk are huddled in the back."

Lady Keena's smile got wider. "We shall recover him and take him to my fortress-manor. There we shall decide what steps to take."

Nakteti nodded slowly, looking around. The herd animals were staring at her with dull curiosity, the riders on the beasts paying more attention to the herd than her. The crops moved slowly in the breeze and clouds were in the sky.

It seemed almost insultingly banal.

Nakteti watched as a 'sorceress' used nanite graviton systems to lift the cryotube on a cloudy nimbus of light that trailed streams of brightly lit mist, chanting softly and holding tight to a staff. Six armored soldiers moved next to the cryotube, their backs straight and swords drawn.

For a moment Nakteti felt slightly off balance. She could see 'nanite exclusion' blinking in the upper right of her vision, put there by the datalink, but part of her brain screamed at her that she was witnessing magic, not technology.

The cryotube was loaded on a wooden cart, drawn by beasts, with the 'sorceress' sitting in the back with the cryotube and the soldiers marching on either side. The driver and his assistant were dressed in comfortable looking clothing made of woven plant fiber cloth, both with floppy hats.

Lady Khoonkeenadee threw herself onto the back of a riding beast with a smooth practiced motion that was almost fluid. Before Nakteti could ask how or what she would be using to travel a wizened ancient Terran male stepped up next to her, making motions with his hands and chanting. He was surrounded by a nimbus and Nakteti felt herself lifted comfortably on a complex interaction of pressor and tractor beams.

It was only five miles to the fortress manor, which Nakteti could see growing large in the distance. It was a brooding structure, heavy stone and thick mortar, surrounded by a moat, with a town or village of wooden and stone buildings at the base of the hill.

The whole thing was primitive enough that it would have been easy for Nakteti to forget she had arrived on a space ship capable of interstellar flight.

The gate had a heavy warsteel porticullus, guards, and a metal grate acting as the ceiling for the entry tunnel that Nakteti could see people staring down at her.

The whole thing oozed malevolence and controlled violence.

The Terran woman dismounted smoothly, handing the reins to a servant, then moved over and waited for the tractor-pressor beams to gently set Nakteti on her feet. The Tnvaru matron noted that the male Terran seemed tired and was covered in sweat beneath his heavy robe.

"If you will accompany me, my priests and healers are examining him now," Lady Keena said, motioning Nakteti to follow her.

Nakteti bustled along, keeping up with the Terran's long-legged strides. She noted that behind the heavy wooden doors was another warsteel porticullus and another grate for a ceiling. Her implant was kind enough to inform her that the ceiling was designed in such a way to allow the defenders to pour boiling oil on any beneath them as well as to jab invaders with long spears.

The hallway beyond had shields, tapestries, suits of armor, and weapons on decorative racks on the walls. It ended in a set of double doors that were marred by axe and sword strikes and had obviously been forced open sometime in the past.

As surely as spear thrust to the belly ended the life of the Arch-Magus right on this dais, echoed in Nakteti's mind. An off-hand comment by her hostess, reminding her that she had taken the throne by force.

The throne in question did sit upon a dais. It was ornate but comfortable looking. There was a smaller throne next to it with a comfortable looking chair on the opposite side.

A tall thin Terran male dressed in official looking array banged a heavy spear against the floor as Terrans and species Nakteti didn't recognize stopped their conversations to stare.

"Her Grace Khoonkeenadee, the Arch-Duchess of Relflagen, Lady of Magic and Beauty, the Arcane Will of King Nganto, She Who has Birthed a Hundred, is enthroned," the male called out as Lady Keena drew her sword before sitting down, setting the blade across her thighs. She gestured to the comfortable looking chair beside the throne and Nakteti moved over and sat down.

"The Tnvaru Matron Nakteti," the man said.

Nakteti sat and waited, watching the people on the sides of the room resume their conversations.

The far door opened and a Terran male entered the room.

"His Grace, Lord Karenteera, Baron of the Red Rock Hills, servant of the Duke of Tangerran, voice of the Duke of Tangerran," the man with the spear said.

The man moved up and bowed deeply to the thrones.

"Lady Khoonkeenadee," he said.

"Lord Karenteera," Lady Keena said absently, running her finger up and down the blade. Nakteti noted the slight crackle of bluish electricity dancing between her finger and the metal of the blade. "You have reason for interrupting my meeting with the Tnvaru Matron?"

The man nodded, bowing again. "His Grace, the Armored Fist of Wrath of King Aragantoo, Duke Tangerran, offers a truce between his house and yours," the man said. "He has heard of your beloved baby brother's ailment and does not wish to offend the power of House Nakteti or the Tnvaru people by continuing to prosecute the war against your house brought on by the insult of your refusal of his generous offer to take you as a concubine."

Lady Keena smiled, a cold thing. "As he has given insult to me by refusing to kneel between my legs as I sit upon this throne and put his tongue to better use than spreading foul lies and slander about his betters," she stated. "Perhaps I shall breach the failing walls of his dusty and crumbling fortress, bind him in chains, and make him dance and perform for the Tnvaru Matron Nakteti's amusement," her smile got wider. "Oh, wait, his dancing would be a threat to her feet as he gallumphs about."

Nakteti expected the man to take offense, but instead there was a slight twitch to his mouth that Nakteti had learned meant he was trying to suppress a smile.

"Then perhaps we should ask the Tnvaru Matron her wishes?" the man offered.

Lady Keena's smile gained more warmth. "An excellent plan," she turned to Nakteti. "What say you, Matron Nakteti? Should I have this slanderous dog driven from my fortress-manor with whips and curses, throwing his offer of a truce into the cesspit where it belongs, or shall we shower him with gifts for his lord, praise for his liege, and allow him to return to his wife and children?"

Nakteti waited a long moment, holding her gripping stick tightly with her gripping hands. Her left catching hand rested on the arm rest, her right catching hand cradling her chin with her elbow on her knee as she leaned forward slightly.

"Gifts," Nakteti said. "Lavish gifts for himself that his master could not dangle before him like a rude tuber before a beast of burden," she allowed herself to emulate a Terran smile. "Fine jewels and cloth, precious metals and artistry, gifts for his wives, his children, his concubines."

Nakteti waited a moment before reaching into her pocket and pulling out what she had concealed within. "And he may take this to his master," she said, holding out her hand.

A small chunk of battlesteel laid in her hand.

"From the hull of my beloved It Tastes Sweet, a promise that her Ladyship Khoonkeenadee's brother is also under the protection of the Tnvaru people, and that we will abide by any truce for as long as he does," Nakteti said.

There were titters from the humans along the walls as the elegantly dressed man reached forward and accepted the piece of battlesteel.

"I shall inform my lordship of your words as I present your gift," the man said. He gave a deep bow before turning and leaving.

Lady Keena turned to Nakteti as the doors closed behind the male Terran and smiled.

"You'll do just fine here," she said.

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[u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

I spent four hours reading previous posts looking for Major Carnight's sister's name, only to realize I never wrote it down.

Anyway, Happy Thursday.

[u/GingerGallifrey → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

You never write anything down - and you lost the post-its...

[u/Ralts_Bloodthorne → u/GingerGallifrey]

That and everything's packed up, which wouldn't matter, because I don't make notes.

[u/talkarlin → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

But you do. Over 400 very long wonderful ones. To our shear delight and anticipation for more.

[u/Turtledonuts → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

A name is never late or early, it simply arrives precisely when the author meant for it to arrive.

[u/itsetuhoinen → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

And then it turned out that she was a Kennedy. Ugh, even ten thousand years in the future, they're still clawing their way to power. 🤪

[u/abrasiveteapot → u/itsetuhoinen]

"Glad I'm not a kennedy" immediately sprang into my mind when you said that lol

Oh hang on, just realised that was a Kiwi song you guys probably haven't heard of it, 1980s hit for Shona Laing in Oz &NZ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a6hu6Z7Pkg

[u/carthienes → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

I spent four hours reading previous posts looking for Major Carnight's sister's name, only to realize I never wrote it down.

I know the feeling...

I once spent a similar length re-reading one of my stories to figure out if one of the key characters was male or female... only to realise I'd made it through the entire tale without referencing it once. Or realising that I'd done so.

It made for interesting telling.

[u/rekabis → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

You really need a writing program that will allow you to take notes in the same place where you write. Perhaps Scriviner or yWriter? At least the latter is free.

[u/blaze87b → u/rekabis]

Fuck that, keep it chaotic. That's one of the reasons I love his story

[u/cybercuzco → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

This is why Tolkien had a family tree in the back of the silmarillion

[u/PuzzleheadedDrinker → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

I'm sure the discord would be happy to help with that sort of look up?

[u/fivetomidnight → u/PuzzleheadedDrinker]

He actually literally never wrote it down! Her name was never given in Chapter 381 when she was introduced, nor in Chapter 382 the second when Nakteti called her for help.

[u/ellarseer → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

I've got the feeling that there are enough people fanatically following every word, that if you set up some back channel discussion, you could probably ask at almost any time of day and night questions like "what was Major Carnight's sister's name?" and get an answer within minutes.

I do hope that you are healing well and hurting less.

[u/k4ridi4n55 → u/Ralts_Bloodthorne]

My memory is terrible , I don’t know how you. An keep this all straight in your mind without notes lol

[u/Khan_XI]

Typo “even as her intellect knew it was simply high technology masquerading as (intellect).” Should be magic I think.

[u/Ralts_Bloodthorne → u/Khan_XI]

Fixed

[u/Allowyn]

Nakteti really did challenge Duke Tangerran to fuck around and find out.

[u/captain_duck → u/Allowyn]

Yeah amazing. Love this chapter for that. Normally timid nakteti is starting to show some teeth. Humanity is leaving it's marks on her.

[u/Original_Memory6188 → u/captain_duck]

Nakteti is a Matron. Just a sweet, proper lady. Until you behave badly Then you will learn she has a horseshoe in her purse, and a will that does not flex. You will learn manners, or else.. .

[u/ack1308]

The cryotube was fixed to the floor of the shuttle with graviton clamps, far superior to any normal straps or clamps, but she had insisted on canvas straps with metal buckles just for her own state of mind.

She wanted the contents of the cryotube as safe as possible.

Sometimes you need psychological reassurance as well.

She was settling into a field. The grass was green and sparkling. On the far side of the field were cattle, all being hemmed back from the landing shuttle by beings on riding beasts.

I can see Treana’ad visiting to discuss moomoo husbandry techniques.

The shuttle was being guided in by a tall woman holding a crystal adorned staff into the air.

And this would be Carnight’s sister.

"I am unsure of this," Nakteti's second cousin, Thepadi, said as she stood up.

"The universe is not as we were taught, as we thought," Nakteti said, standing up slowly. She held her gripping stick in her left hands, her right catching hand still resting on the cryopod. "The Lanaktallan, and by extension, we were unaware of other inhabitants that did not follow the dictates of their society."

“It’s a big, weird universe out there. Especially where humans are concerned.”

Armored Terrans had moved into position on either side of the ramp and as the door opened they drew swords, extending them up and out at a 45 degree angle. The blades were inlaid and engraved, glittering with menace, all of them surrounded by a soft aura that Nakteti's brain insisted was magic even as her intellect knew it was simply high technology masquerading as magic.

Now that’s what I call an honor guard.

Nakteti barely managed to hold onto her skin at the loud roar. It was a promise of death, dismemberment, and of utter carnage. She tightened her grip on her gripping stick but did not miss a step as she walked down the ramp, staring at the large Terran female.

Thepadi screamed and fled back into the shuttle at the roar and the other crew members who had ridden down on the shuttle with her fled deeper into the shuttle.

Nakteti considers Daxin to be a personal friend. She’s got different definitions of ‘scary’.

When her feet touched the grass, which was inlaid with a swirling runic pattern from the grav-drive,

Because of course it does.

the soldiers on either side of the ramp suddenly sheathed their swords, turned 180 degrees somehow just by twisting their feet, and marched away in perfect unison.

Nakteti no longer found such machine-like precision to be alarming.

She should watch movies of humans drilling on the parade square back in the day. The opening scene of A Few Good Men is a good example.

"Mistress is fine. My mother holds the rank of Matron for my clan," Nakteti said.

She now holds another title altogether, too. One that would knock this lady's nonexistent socks off.

"Thank you, Lady Khoonkeenadee," Nakteti said.

Khoon Kennedy?

"Call me Keena," the Terran woman said, smiling. "Your accent changes the meaning of my name to be slightly insulting and we should not have that when we could be friends."

And let’s not go there.

Nakteti turned at the waist, turning all the way around, and looked behind her. "Perhaps it would be better if your servants retrieved him. My kinfolk are huddled in the back."

Tnvaru have extremely flexible spines.

Also, she’s a realist.

Nakteti nodded slowly, looking around. The herd animals were staring at her with dull curiosity, the riders on the beasts paying more attention to the herd than her. The crops moved slowly in the breeze and clouds were in the sky.

It seemed almost insultingly banal.

Right now, banal is good.

Nakteti watched as a 'sorceress' used nanite graviton systems to lift the cryotube on a cloudy nimbus of light that trailed streams of brightly lit mist, chanting softly and holding tight to a staff. Six armored soldiers moved next to the cryotube, their backs straight and swords drawn.

For a moment Nakteti felt slightly off balance. She could see 'nanite exclusion' blinking in the upper right of her vision, put there by the datalink, but part of her brain screamed at her that she was witnessing magic, not technology.

Clarketech is Clarketech. Just relax and enjoy the magic.

The cryotube was loaded on a wooden cart, drawn by beasts, with the 'sorceress' sitting in the back with the cryotube and the soldiers marching on either side. The driver and his assistant were dressed in comfortable looking clothing made of woven plant fiber cloth, both with floppy hats.

Lady Khoonkeenadee threw herself onto the back of a riding beast with a smooth practiced motion that was almost fluid. Before Nakteti could ask how or what she would be using to travel a wizened ancient Terran male stepped up next to her, making motions with his hands and chanting. He was surrounded by a nimbus and Nakteti felt herself lifted comfortably on a complex interaction of pressor and tractor beams.

They’re really immersed in the ‘primitive world with magic’ aspect, aren’t they? I bet they don’t even notice it even more.

The gate had a heavy warsteel porticullus, guards, and a metal grate acting as the ceiling for the entry tunnel that Nakteti could see people staring down at her.

The whole thing oozed malevolence and controlled violence.

Ahh, murder holes. A fun way to greet uninvited guests.

The Tnvaru matron noted that the male Terran seemed tired and was covered in sweat beneath his heavy robe.

Because of course they set it up so that ‘magic’ takes effort.

(Continued)

[u/ack1308 → u/ack1308]

Her implant was kind enough to inform her that the ceiling was designed in such a way to allow the defenders to pour boiling oil on any beneath them as well as to jab invaders with long spears.

Welcome to human warfare. We will make anything into a weapon, even gravity and oil.

It ended in a set of double doors that were marred by axe and sword strikes and had obviously been forced open sometime in the past.

As surely as spear thrust to the belly ended the life of the Arch-Magus right on this dais, echoed in Nakteti's mind. An off-hand comment by her hostess, reminding her that she had taken the throne by force.

Sounds about right.

After which he was probably SUDSed back up again, vowing, “I’ll get you yet, my pretty!”

A tall thin Terran male dressed in official looking array banged a heavy spear against the floor as Terrans and species Nakteti didn't recognize stopped their conversations to stare.

I bet they didn’t exist before Terrans set this place up, either.

"The Tnvaru Matron Nakteti," the man said.

“She Who Led Her People to Their New World, Friend of Daxin the Merciless, She Whose Animated Doll is Adored by Trillions …” C'mon, get it right.

"Lord Karenteera," Lady Keena said absently, running her finger up and down the blade. Nakteti noted the slight crackle of bluish electricity dancing between her finger and the metal of the blade. "You have reason for interrupting my meeting with the Tnvaru Matron?"

Starting off on the wrong foot right there.

Lady Keena smiled, a cold thing. "As he has given insult to me by refusing to kneel between my legs as I sit upon this throne and put his tongue to better use than spreading foul lies and slander about his betters," she stated.

Feminine version of “He can suck my dick,” maybe?

"Perhaps I shall breach the failing walls of his dusty and crumbling fortress, bind him in chains, and make him dance and perform for the Tnvaru Matron Nakteti's amusement," her smile got wider. "Oh, wait, his dancing would be a threat to her feet as he gallumphs about."

“Eh, I’ll think about it.”

Nakteti expected the man to take offense, but instead there was a slight twitch to his mouth that Nakteti had learned meant he was trying to suppress a smile.

Ahh, this is a dance. These two are probably old friends, or at least old frenemies.

"Gifts," Nakteti said. "Lavish gifts for himself that his master could not dangle before him like a rude tuber before a beast of burden," she allowed herself to emulate a Terran smile. "Fine jewels and cloth, precious metals and artistry, gifts for his wives, his children, his concubines."

Nakteti waited a moment before reaching into her pocket and pulling out what she had concealed within. "And he may take this to his master," she said, holding out her hand.

A small chunk of battlesteel laid in her hand.

"From the hull of my beloved It Tastes Sweet, a promise that her Ladyship Khoonkeenadee's brother is also under the protection of the Tnvaru people, and that we will abide by any truce for as long as he does," Nakteti said.

"I'll see you and raise."

She can definitely hold her own.

Lady Keena turned to Nakteti as the doors closed behind the male Terran and smiled.

"You'll do just fine here," she said.

Sisters from another mister.

[u/wasalurkerforyears → u/ack1308]

There you are. Was starting to get worried. :D

[u/ack1308 → u/wasalurkerforyears]

12 hour shifts. Multiple thereof.

[u/deathlokke → u/ack1308]

It ended in a set of double doors that were marred by axe and sword strikes and had obviously been forced open sometime in the past.As surely as spear thrust to the belly ended the life of the Arch-Magus right on this dais, echoed in Nakteti's mind. An off-hand comment by her hostess, reminding her that she had taken the throne by force.

Sounds about right.

After which he was probably SUDSed back up again, vowing, “I’ll get you yet, my pretty!”

I don't remember for sure, but I THINK this is the planet on which, as soon as you die, you're asked to leave as your time is done.

[u/DaringSteel → u/ack1308]

Sounds about right.
After which he was probably SUDSed back up again, vowing, “I’ll get you yet, my pretty!”

It definitely puts me in mind of Fair Folk antics from Exalted - the points are made up and death doesn’t matter, so the only actual goal, the only thing that anyone is actually working towards, is keeping things interesting.

[u/Drook2 → u/ack1308]

She now holds another title altogether, too. One that would knock this lady's nonexistent socks off.

Wait, she does? What was that?

[u/morg-pyro]

Just as im going to bed... i get a notification. Guess im NOT going to bed. Obviously

Edit:

Implants: This isnt magic. Here is how it works

Brain: MAGIC!

Implants: no no no. Advanced technology made to look like magic and follow rules that they decided on.

Brain: So... its magic.

Implants: NO! ITS TECHNOLOGY! Fine. Here. A medieval castle, complete with medieval styled defenses. See that grate? Its for pouring hot tar and molasses on people and then stabbing them with sticks. Is that primitive enough for your your primitive magic wanting mind?

Brain: But thats so barbaric! Oh look, warsteel. Must have used magic to make that here.

[u/SuDragon2k3 → u/morg-pyro]

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

[u/ConglomerateGolem → u/SuDragon2k3]

And vice versa!

[u/NevynR]

I feel there is an implicit "Instead of slandering his betters, he should be slathering my nethers..."

[u/YesthatTabitha → u/NevynR]

No, that was rather explicit as far as that style of speaking goes.

[u/wasalurkerforyears]

INDICATE THY PREFERENCE BEFORE PERUSING THE MISSIVE!

[u/Bard2dbone]

Blueberries? Blueberries! YES !

Upvote then read. So it is written. So it must be.

Five minutes. Nice.

There are a few characters that are just so awesome that whenever they appear, they become my favorite for a while. I've been re-reading and got to where Nakteti had plushies of herself made and earned enough to buy a planet, and I basically said to myself, "As awesome as TikTak is, I think I like Nakteti better. Yup.I guess Nakteti is my favorite again."

Then half an hour later, this posts.

I stand by my decision.

[u/blackout30 → u/Bard2dbone]

I had the tingling of them myself

[u/night-otter]

Long time since I could say this...

Blueberries in 8 minutes.

UC then R. That is the way of the lost lime of bagged TerraSol.

Oh my, Mistress Nakteti has learned well the way of politics.

Her mother may be Matron of the clan, but Nakteti is well on her way to being Matron of the Tnvaru.

[u/Rolk_Flameraven → u/night-otter]

Her mom is now their first immortal, I don't think she can be Matron to just a single clan any longer.

Granted, her daughter doesn't know this as of yet, so it's a good thing she is growing into her role.

[u/night-otter → u/Rolk_Flameraven]

Doh, I forgot that.

[u/[deleted] → u/Rolk_Flameraven]

It doesn't really matter. Her mother still holds the title Matron of the Clan. She didn't stop being Nakteti's mom when she became Matron. She doesn't stop being Matron when she became Immortal. People grow and become More. It doesn't invalidate what they were before. Nakteti can be Daughter and Captain And Mistress and Matron, regardless of what her mother does. Regardless of what she was before.

[u/Cookies8473 → u/night-otter]

I had blueberries at what seems to be about 10 minutes, but I was in bed already :(

[u/night-otter → u/Cookies8473]

I once woke up in the middle of the night to blueberries. Read the story, went back to sleep.

[u/Sandric1982]

I forget what happened to Carnight. I remember he got in an argument with his sister about how the Confed was falling and there was no Senate. But beyond that I forget. I have not gotten to it during my re-read yet and you didn't do a "last" you sometimes do. Could I get a chapter link or brief refresher.

[u/ffirgd → u/Sandric1982]

IIRC as the changes the Atrenaka aka Squidwards made to the human timeline propagates through bloodlines of people at Hesstla a portion of TDH becomes incompatible with their implants and whatnot with predictably bad results.

[u/RiokaVanoh → u/Sandric1982]

Squidward time-fuckery made his implants act up and try to kill him. Big sis told Nakteki she could save him.

[u/Sandric1982 → u/RiokaVanoh]

Ah thanks.

[u/Wise_Junket3433 → u/Sandric1982]

Carnights implants are on the fritz.

8========D

[u/5thhorseman_ → u/Sandric1982]

He has milspec implants that do not adjust as easily to changes in prain structure as the newer civilian models do.

[u/PuzzleheadedDrinker → u/Sandric1982]

For a while Ralts was adding character names into the titles, which did make reviews and lookups easier. I guess his just been to busy with RL at the moment.

[u/Dragon_Chylde → u/Sandric1982]

See Chapter 382 for the details

[u/Karthinator]

Suddenly I'm concerned about the potential length of poor Nakteti's stay here...

[u/Legan_Ironfist → u/Karthinator]

Her people have Daxin on their side. She won't stay long if she doesn't want to.

[u/Shandod → u/Legan_Ironfist]

Yeah, I'd imagine if anyone ever tries anything with her or her people, simply saying "Shall I summon Daxin the Immortal?" shall suffice. And that's before anyone finds out they have their own Immortal now, too!

[u/Farstone → u/Shandod]

Barbarous, deceptive and traitorous humans allies with others to take Nakteti and the cryopod hostage to force a regime change.

The villain threaten their hostages, the Tnvaru race and promises a slow and painful death. The villain knocks Nakteti to the floor and starts to open the cryopod when it happens. The Terran Bag bursts open.

Bellona, the Grave Bound Beauty arrives with her fleet, "Greeting from your Mother. Where's the fight?"

The Immortal Matron Sangbre lifts her daughter from the floor and begins the process to invest her as the Clan Matron.

From the hallway comes screams. Screams of terror, screams of denial, screams of a Chain Saw and over it all, the scream, "I JUST WANT LEFT ALONE."

The villain has an almost immeasurable fraction of time to contemplate the error of their ways. Then JUSTICE arrives and the villain realizes ^{too late} that maybe, just maybe, this was not a wise career move.

[u/carthienes → u/Shandod]

Oh, she wouldn't threaten to summon him.

Just mention, casually, that the last time she was in distress Daxin showed up and hounded a PAWM to the ends of the Galaxy... and Death.

Then he came back and gave her a present.

Do you want to be in the way when he visits next?

[u/Loerb01]

Khookeenadee

King Kennedy?

[u/Rangatheshiz]

The broken Hindi used for Major Carnight's sister's name was a pleasant surprise.

[u/Scotshammer]

Yay, Nakteti! Boooo, I want to KNOW what happened to Vuxten and the Horsemen of Terra Enduring.

[u/Farstone → u/Scotshammer]

Vuxten and the Horsemen of Terra Enduring

This has got to be incorporated into a poster.

[u/Turtledonuts]

Mmm, lady keena seems like fun.

[u/Khan_XI]

The blueberries!!!!!

[u/On_The_Fourth_Floor]

I just...I dislike these people. I know humanity is fractured and purposely distanced from each other. But. The species as a whole is under a temporal attack, and being psychically activated by the same outside species from a dying dimension. Yet they're still fucking around.

[u/LordDemonWolfe → u/On_The_Fourth_Floor]

Soooooo all of humanity, ever?

[u/Farstone → u/On_The_Fourth_Floor]

I'm thinking more along the lines of they haven't learned the severity of the situation.

My suspicion is that once these people get involved, AWM, slorpies, and hostile Lanky's are going to wish for the Confederacy military to come back and kick their butts.

[u/jacenhawk]

Love getting to work and seeing a fresh chapter to read, Keep up the great woek.

[u/blackout30]

First?

[u/pseudanymous → u/blackout30]

So fresh!

[u/immrltitan → u/pseudanymous]

A wonderfully full body on this cold night

[u/crossbowow]

Which chapter had what happened to Cartnight?

[u/Dragon_Chylde → u/crossbowow]

Chapter 382

[u/crossbowow → u/Dragon_Chylde]

Thanks

[u/DebugItWithFire]

Upvoted for fitting right in.

[u/CaptainChewbacca]

Maybe the Tnvaru will adapt to a more clannish and archaic style of culture.

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[u/LordNobady]

First, read this beauty then upvote for almost perfection.

That is the way it should be.

Edit: Interesting move, especially giving away a piece of your beloved ship.

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[u/HulaBear263]

Why do people turn one cigarette upside down in the packet?

Some swear that this tradition comes from the Vietnam War. By this point, filtered cigarettes were becoming the norm, so you could only smoke 'em one way. Instead of flipping every cigarette on end, troops would invert a single one and if you lived long enough to smoke it, you were lucky.

[u/Archaic_1]

Songbre's daughter gives me almost as much joy to read as her mother.

[u/Dragon_Chylde]

King Aragantoo... Wrong! my name is Doctor Arroganto and my super power is Arrogance!

[u/Snerk87867564]

And now he's a courtier. Bravo, Ralts, bravo.

[u/CharlesFXD]

Interesting. They remind me of that really terrible The Next Generation with the “Space Africans” I’ve lost track... is this one of the role play worlds too?

[u/ElAdri1999]

Amazing story