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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

At first Junebug thought it might all go badly. The locals seemed agitated even though they hand't initiated the encounter with violence. The langauge was a struggle, it was a distant ancestor of the versions of the languges she half remembered from sleep learning during transits to various deployments. He seemed to want to know if they were with the Steelmen or maybe if they were men from the steel beast. Junebug eventually decided this must be some sort of group or faction she didn't know of and shook her head.

"We are ...merchants," she said unable to bring the word to explorers or castaways to mind. The man shook his head in confusion.

"We need your help," she tried vainly.

"Our ...chariot.. has been damaged we need to heal it," she stumbled unfamiliar words tripping her at every turn. At the word heal the chief and the assembled villagers seemed to perk up markedly. He gestured at her with his spear.

"You healing spirit. You come village. Eat we talk," he said, making exaggerated gesture. Junebug nodded and smiled broadly before turning to where Neil was cautiously advancing to the wary regard of their new hosts.

"Either they want to eat us or we are being invited to their village to eat," she said shrugging helplessly. Taya had still yet to appear from the Highlander, but it didn't seem that the presence of an armed amateur could contribute usefully in an case.

"Taya," she said queing the link to to the Highlander with a crook of her little finger.

"Get my first aid bag and stash some weapons in something inconspicuous

@POOHEAD189 and get up here on the double."

The Sunday Group

My dad is in a bad way with throat cancer, I just cant keep up the attention I need to do this justice.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

June bug watched the motley collection of humans stream from the forest and for the moment felt her mouth go dry. She was further from a weapon than she wanted to be, there had been no place or need for one in the airsuit and the nearest pistol was in her foot locker. Also there were well over two dozen of the natives, massacring them might not be possible and certainly wouldn't improve their position. Plus with those addaladdles there was no chance that Neil would get out of that tree alive.

"Taya" she said quietly, to the transfixed girl.

"Go below and get my rifle from the arms locker," she said in a whisper, Taya looked up with her with eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

"Ask loney he will show you what you need. Bring it back to the upper hatch but DONT come out unless things go really sideways." Taya scurried away as Junebug pulled open the closure to the airsuit and removed her helmet. Droping the clear cyloplex to the deck she drew the suit down over her waist and tied it around her hips in a not. She was wearing nothing but a sports bra beneath but the need for mobility out weighed her need for modesty just at this moment. She wouldn't have minded doing the whole business in her bra and panties but the boots of the suit were integrated and she might need the foot protection.

With hands raised in what she hoped was friendly greeting she hopped down the improvised gang plants towards the gabbling locals. They were and intimidating bunch in their way, holding weapons lows as if they knew how to use them. Dark primitive tatoo swirled over their skin. There were even a few women among them, older and with skin stained down by sun and melanin. They wore loin cloth but nothing over their breasts save beads and jewelry of coral and stone.

To her utter shock she found that the words were familiar to her. Focusing in with the intensity of a sniper she tried to focus on the words and tried to drag them into focus. Sayeeda had sleep learned alot of langugages in a busy mercenary career but this was like patching together some archaic tongue. She caught the word for star and the word for Ocean.

"Zil, Its the old zil trade language," she said quietly. THe group recoiled from her words.

"Uhhh We in pace come here," she tried with a friendly smile stumbling over the unfamiliar tongue with some difficulty

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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

So a leader has to have the power of life and death now?

*Quietly moves the goal posts*

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Why not? We are already accepting the absence of evidence that contradicts theoretical pre-neolitc anarchist tribes that somehow lack the characteristics of all societies, primitive and modern, known to ethnographers and anthropologists as evidence for the practicality of anarchism in a world with nuclear weapons and space flight.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

*Makes extraordinary claims that fly in the face of everything we know about sociology, archaeology, history and anthropology*

*Demands others prove their 'points'*

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Meh, I'm not limiting self defense to guns.

@catchamber

which limits both of our perspectives regarding the variety of functional social systems that could've existed since the Neolithic Revolution.

@catchamber

Limiting defense to sticks.