Is it all alcohol or just drinking alcohol?
Just classify alcohol as a sports drink or a way to help "cure" shyness. I'm sure with the right people looking the other way we can help shy Nedens to loosen up if they drink the "cure" as directed.
It was too early in the morning, and Celia hadn’t yet finished her first cup of coffee. She looked the man over and then asked him his name again.
“Somta. Dr. Lt. Kirel Somta. I’m a professor of Ancient Solterran and Doec Comparitive Studies at the University of Mitera. I’m joining ...”
“Joining Dr. Major “Pain in My Ass” Jagk Tirogo, Director of the Ars Scientia University Tribal Linguist Research Project and the rest of his team in Diskothek to study the origins of the Rei’Tro and other Northsavage languages.” Celia interrupted him, her face carrying a disingenuous but professional smile.
“Why’d ask if you already knew?” Somta said.
Celia heard a tone of annoyance in his voice. She hoped he hadn’t finished his coffee either. They boarded the small craft sitting alone on the tarmac. She gave the professor a helmet. “Here, put this on.”
Somta gazed at the dark spheroid, “What’s this for? Isn’t this thing sound-shielded?” He waved the helmet around, accidentally hitting a touch-control panel on the bulkhead.
Suddenly the lights and sound-shielding failed. The roar of the craft’s engines filled the cabin.
Celia started shouting, “It’s for emergencies! And this ‘thing’ is a upgraded AthTec Hubaci AG-1000(u) Skyhammer with a state-of-the-art AI-core, advanced avionics, communications suite, and sensor arrays, a top-of-the-line quantum-remote propulsion system, and kick-ass dual 330 terawatt air-plasma canons! Not to mention me and Latch,” she pointed to the co-pilot who was mumbling something into his helmet and stroking the Skyhammer’s flight controls. Suddenly the engines failed and the whole craft went silent.
“This ‘thing!’ as you so casually... No! So ungraciously called it” Celia continued, shouting louder at the professor, “will keep your ass and ours safe as it flys us across thousands of klicks of stormwrecked ocean teeming with giant piranhawhales, sweltering jungles crawling with blood-thirsty Hrakni bug-monsters and flesh-eating thornvine mushrooms, and a shallow sea of sharkeel-infested swamps. And then, then there are the savages...”
“OK! OK. I’m sorry for insulting you and Latch.” Somta waved to the co-pilot who waved back.
“And Bitty.” Celia said pulling her helmet on.
“The Skyhammer!” Latch shouted from the cockpit.
“Bitty,” Celia’s voiced crackled from her helmet as she stroked the ‘injured’ touch-control on the Skyhammer’s port bulkhead.
“Sorry, Bitty.” Somta said. Celia and Latch both motioned for Somta to say it louder. “Sorry, Bitty!” he shouted. Suddenly the lights flickered back on and the engines roared back to life.
Celia motioned for Somta to put the helmet on. A tiny version of her voice pierced his ear as soon as the helmet clicked into placed, “Don’t insult Bitty!”
“Sorry, Bitty,” Somta whispered again. He took a seat behind Latch, buckled in, and watched as the two pilots finished prepping the Skyhammer for their flight to Diskothek. It was best they believed the reason he’d already given for needing their services. He hadn’t thought up another alternative to the truth.
Most of the trip was uneventful. They had setoff from Exerevno just after dawn and headed North over the sea and then over the deep jungle of the northern Savagelands. Somta had dozed off at some point and woke to a violent shake and Latch’s voice frantically shouting into his helmet, “Mayday! Mayday! Skyhammer ENO-393 requesting immediate assistance! We’ve been struck by anti-air artillery. Coordinates 27.14—”
Bitty was hit by another violent barage of AA fire. Somta felt a rush of warm humid air against the side of his leg. He looked down to see a baseball-sized hole in the craft’s deck next to his foot. Smoke started to fill the cabin. “Athla! What is happening?!”
“Hold on!” Celia shouted, “We’re going down!”
My two favorite parts of your history are “The Cruz family would push northwest, squishing the Borquez family,” and “The war destroyed any morals within the population and created a generation of beasts along with the death of 18/19 of the population...” What an ingeniously “random” fraction. lol. Very good.
I nearly peed my pants. An option from a current issue facing Athretvari (a pregnant, "former" Violetist extremist, who claims to have been a noncombatant, wants back into Athretvari to have her baby and live with her family) —
"“Take her out,” whispers your Minister for Alternative Solutions. “And I don’t mean to a nice restaurant. Violetist extremists have caused so many deaths, so why waste this opportunity for justice? I don’t believe she was noncombatant for a second. These Violetist animals wouldn’t show any mercy to us, so we shouldn’t show any to them. She and her larva deserve to die — this is war!”
I'm quite jealous
18 for my nation. You can do anything legal within my country.(alcohol, cigarettes and the like) the reason being is that your eligible to being drafted. It's 18 because usually you graduate from high School around that time. I'd argue in my nation a person can claim majority earlier (16 or 17) if they graduate high school early and can show understanding of the outcome of majority.
Similar to 46566, "age of majority" is a bit fluid in Athretvari and defined not so much by age as by "rank." Minimum rank equivalent to an age of majority ("you have all your basic rights") is a K8, which usually occurs between 17 and 20 years of age, depending on individual. Every citizen of Athretvari is in this National Corps and the system is used as a way to denote actual rank in the Corps, and as a type of social ranking/meritocratic system to basically announce, and recognize service to the nation. Certain rights, specifically powers to vote on particular issues and nominate officials are held by those with the highest rank. Movement through the ranks from K0 up to about K15 is highly technical and structured, based on time served and examination. Movement above K15 is nearly always based on politics.
*offers up a huge cup of coffee*
Things have been busy! Finally have some downtime again.
Thanks! It's nice to be back.
Really starting to smell around here. Athretvari, Do you think you can scrap some of those *stormwrecked ocean teeming with giant piranhawhales, sweltering jungles crawling with blood-thirsty Hrakni bug-monsters and flesh-eating thornvine mushrooms, and a shallow sea of sharkeel-infested swamps* off of your boot when you step in please? Also, are savages a protected species or are we going to find out??
I’m working on this... first draft accidentally got a bit too ‘epic’ as I was writing it, and I figured out as I writing that it’s missing a whole another epic back story. I hope it’s worth the wait guys. lol, sorry for the gear up but no release, I mean climax... You know what I mean. :)
Thanks. On another note the USA beat Thailand 13-0 in the first match in it's group.