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18 May 2017 @ 07:52 am
_Scrambled_ part 25  

Chapter Disco

"Well, at least the officer they sent ordered them to march, and didn't tell them to shoot us." Ebsa walked back to the suspicious miners. "So . . . can I interest you in a new home on a really nice planet? I can also send you back to your grandparent's home world. But the best option might be to homestead first, while you try to figure out if you've got distant relatives back home, and skill sets to live there."

"And why should we trust you?" The purple-haired spokesman thrust out a belligerent jaw . . . but as his gaze switched to Ra'd the belligerence ebbed noticeably.

"Because the other choice is to stay here with very few resources." Ebsa did a quick scan and rough head count. About five hundred Natives, from two mining worlds. And originally from several different Worlds the Earth conquered. "We've rescued several other groups from the Mining Worlds. I suspect that there are people you know among them."

That caught their attention.

"Good climate, good soil. Grasslands and forests. Deer and bison, mostly for the large animals, rabbits, birds of all sizes. We've got teams out thinning the local predators . . . and Disco's bought a ton of emergency houseing my world had stockpiled, and wound up not needing." He shrugged. "It's the best offer you'll get, and you can always go on to your grandparents' world."

"Hunting and farming sounds pretty good."

The purple guy turned to glare at the man behind him. "And you believe him?"

The man turned his back and waved a woman with a baby in her arms forward. "Let's get out of here."

That started the whole crowd moving, the purple guy grumbling about it all the way.

After the last one hard corridored away, Ebsa dropped his shields and looked mentally.

Ra'd laughed. "I'll go fetch the ones in the Council Hall, you roust the two hiding over here."

"There's always someone too damned stubborn or scared . . . "

Chapter BHG

Day 14

"We've quickly identified thirty people with strong magical abilities. The ones in your guard we'll start training immediately." Ahco looked from the minister to Ijje. "I'll work with your officers to switch their schedules around so I can get them all together."

"How many of my men are you planning on taking?"

There weren't many people in the ground floor office that had been hastily converted into new quarters for the minister, but it was a small room, and felt crowded.

"Eight. We see how they pick up new techniques. If it's easy for them, I'll lower my requirements."

Minister MacU shifted uncomfortably. "So you're going to train twenty-two civilians in dangerous magic?"

"I'm going to try." He let a bit of glum show in his face. "They don't have the discipline that military service instills. I may be wasting my time, but even a few more shielders will make a huge difference in combat."

"What about . . . that criminal?"

"Yes. I . . . have reservations, but . . ."

"I heard what he did. A giant shield, three shots to take out artillary and two tanks. Tanks, dammit! Why don't we have tanks?"

Because we didn't need them in the middle of Paris, you . . .

"We may need to grit our teeth and welcome him into the community."

Multiple growls, all around.

"Humph." The minister curled a lip. "Maybe you could send a Princess to seduce him. Then poison him later. It's what they're trained for, after all."

Ijje looked indignant . . . and then thoughtful. "That might work. We need that gun of his." His gaze went beyond Ahco and he frowned. "Not that one, though. She loves him already, she'd never terminate."

Ahco looked over his shoulder. Through the window, he could see Dipper, fists on hips, arguing with the entry guard. He looked back, shrugging. "With Nick, one suspects the love would be all one way."

A few sniggers.

Ahco continued. "I've talked to the youngsters—they've all been raised to think the military is crude and only stupid people go there. So I'll start them with hunting, get them acquainted with rifles with rifles as a starting point."

Ijje scowled. "You're too soft with those worthless desk jockeys."

"I'm introducing them to the new reality one shock at a time." Ahco looked back to the minister. "If I may sir? I need to organize a training program and figure out where I'll start tomorrow morning."

The sky a deep luminous blue in the east and pale blue in the west where the sun had just ducked below the horizon. Dipper spotted him coming and walked away from the guard. Waited for him out of hearing range.

"Are we having issues with the guards?"

Dipper snorted. "Not us-versus-them type problems. No. They've got almost five hundred men, a hundred and forty women. We've only been here two weeks. It's just starting, but it's going to become a problem." She glanced back and walked further away. "There's another problem, in the Red Zone." She held her left hand out, palm out and tapped thumb and ring finger together. Let her hand drop while he collected his wits.

Our third priority. Oh my fucking . . . in the Red Zone? He kept his voice very silent. "Do you mean to tell me that the President's ten year old son is here!"

"Yes, sir. Nick said he was safer being just one more in the pack of kids over there, than here in a war zone."

"What . . . how . . . "

"He was in transit when it went weird. Apparently his car was cut in half, and Little Ag was in the half that wound up here."

"We have to . . . we need to . . . "

"Admit that bodyguard might not be our primary duty, at the moment?" Dipper bit her lip. "But perhaps we need to send people over there regularly?"

Ahco eyed her. The youngest Princess, just joined six months go. So she has to be at least twenty-two. But trained or not, she's inexperienced in dealing with . . . attractive but violently dangerous. "Like him, do you?"

"He terrifies me. And . . . he is extremely attractive. He said to meet him on the hill beyond the apartments tomorrow. He said you should bring some people you want trained He'll run through some training exercises, figure out what will work."

"Right. We'll be there."

 
 
 
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on May 19th, 2017 06:33 pm (UTC)
Which President is in charge at Nuke One? I'm going to assume President Orde (The first one) not Paer's dad.

Interesting thought for future reconciliation with "our" Empire of the One.
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on May 19th, 2017 10:02 pm (UTC)
See 7th May, additions here and there.

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Agni Withione Gerund Canary, President of the Empire walked out onto what used to be the East Plaza.
==
Inso Neartuone Gday Brisbane. I know this man. He died twenty years ago.
"Inso, I cannot over stress my personal gratitude for the help you've given us. And the thanks of my world. Even if I don't understand the odd looks you keep giving me."
The old man cackled. "All we mostly provided was a way for your own people to get to where they needed to be, quickly. You've got this well in hand . . . and on my world you're the most obnoxious, bombastic, arrogant asshole that ever somehow made it into high office. It is very odd, seeing you acting reasonably and speaking sanely."
==

Mirror, Mirror has old Orde a Minister.
matapampamuphoff on May 20th, 2017 03:22 pm (UTC)
Agni is President, Ax is his Presidential Director and the old Orde is a Minister. I'll try to remember to check which ministry, since I changed which ministry and Minister that got swapped to Grasslands.

Paer's Father's equivalent is on a regional council. I'll have to figure out personal details later, if needed. Right now I'm fighting the impulse to make Dipper one of Ebsa's "sisters"
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on May 21st, 2017 10:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks

> fighting the impulse to make Dipper one of Ebsa's "sisters"


Hee! But is this even possible with Madam Taix a Halfer and Princesses being Withiones?

Having written that, how Ebsa? I now see that a Halfer can have a X-one gene.
matapampamuphoff on May 21st, 2017 10:47 pm (UTC)
Halfers are not literally that, although they can be. The One power gene being recessive, women have to have two to be able to gather power enough to do really noticeable magic.

So a halfer man has no power gene, although in theory he might have the priest gene, inherited from a Oner Father who was not chosen by the One. A halfer woman would have a 50-50 chance of having a Oner son or daughter, if the father was a Oner.

Ebsa in, IIRC, _Trouble in Paradise_ rags his mother abit about being the bastard son of a bastard mother, and not recalling grandmother mentioning a husband. So his mother could easily (and obviously did) have a high count to pass on to a child.

So there are people considered "Multitude" who have insertion packages. In 1400 years the genes are probably a lot more widely spread than realized.