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Well, shit.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 04:08 pmI got to thinking about old stories... and a really nice comment made on one of my stories... and, well, this happened:
It's been ten cycles since blue gems were spilled onto my desk by a half-Sebacean whore.
Ten cycles might be a long time to soft bodies, but I blink and lose twice as much. Still, the Nebari says enough has passed that it isn't a danger, that I should put the words out there. I think she wants part of the royalties from selling the tale, and that's just fine with me. She does things like that and it reminds me why I keep her around.
First, I think maybe I should explain some things.
The Trangin aren't smart. None of us. Don't take my words wrong, we're good at making deals and knowing how currency builds. But that's clever, not smart. Anyone that tells it different is either a liar or a fool.
So, not smart, but we can crush a soft-bodied skull like an over-ripe menka fruit without even straining.
That last part is what got me in trouble with the Scarrans. They wanted soldiers and I wasn't smart enough to run out of Fexin Prime when I had the chance. No excuse, but dealing with Scarrans wasn't part of my upbringing. They caught me without an escape route, netted me while I was buying a ship.
No wonder we're a dying race.
The Scarrans - or the one that held my leash, at least - are what ended me up dealing with myths.
I always knew there was more to the story... but left it open for a variety of reasons. Now, for whatever reason, here's this funky little tid-bit wanting to pop out and say, 'hi'.
It's been ten cycles since blue gems were spilled onto my desk by a half-Sebacean whore.
Ten cycles might be a long time to soft bodies, but I blink and lose twice as much. Still, the Nebari says enough has passed that it isn't a danger, that I should put the words out there. I think she wants part of the royalties from selling the tale, and that's just fine with me. She does things like that and it reminds me why I keep her around.
First, I think maybe I should explain some things.
The Trangin aren't smart. None of us. Don't take my words wrong, we're good at making deals and knowing how currency builds. But that's clever, not smart. Anyone that tells it different is either a liar or a fool.
So, not smart, but we can crush a soft-bodied skull like an over-ripe menka fruit without even straining.
That last part is what got me in trouble with the Scarrans. They wanted soldiers and I wasn't smart enough to run out of Fexin Prime when I had the chance. No excuse, but dealing with Scarrans wasn't part of my upbringing. They caught me without an escape route, netted me while I was buying a ship.
No wonder we're a dying race.
The Scarrans - or the one that held my leash, at least - are what ended me up dealing with myths.
I always knew there was more to the story... but left it open for a variety of reasons. Now, for whatever reason, here's this funky little tid-bit wanting to pop out and say, 'hi'.
