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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 20, 2007 20:27:37 GMT -5
{Don't put words in my mouth  } That is interesting. These "electronic" things. From what I know about them, these metals are the best to be used for running so called . . . "currents" from one item to another. So I thought it best to offer these precious metals to your countries, which I gathered would be in need of them. Our currency is slaves. And the entirety of the nation sees no harm in the institution. . . so we don't have any issues with keeping them. So, although your countries do not condone slavery, I suggest you let our institution alone. And please, realize that there is just cause for our use of them, which is a well-kept secret of our people that I ask you not to try to take from us. If things work out, we shall have a new, more efficient currency soon. I was thinking, perhaps, of. . . claws. We'll see. At any rate, if no one would like to use the harems, they shall be sent home to the castle, to a room easily accessible should you have a change of heart. And please, would you all get on the carts! I have prepared a feast for us at one of our well-stocked outposts along our roads. It will be our first stop. |
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Post by miokalia on May 21, 2007 0:35:47 GMT -5
"Who is it then, that you beleive it is acceptable to keep as slaves?", said Wray, actively filtering the emotion from his voice.
Plumaas said something quietly,
"Kut nomkuvosch hgha d'deetey schkoiych hcyr."
Leaving the interpreters quite confused as this was not "mainstream" dialect they were expecting.
Chon understood it and said, "She... basically asked: Why is it you have the reason why you have this specific slavery a secret."
Chon then looked back at her and said something while shrugging.
The tube-wing plane then took off again and headed towards the ocean to sit temporarily on a small carrier nearby The MZS Palahniuk.
Wray received communication from the carrier that a Calie envoy was coming up their way as well.
For some reason, hearing this was almost a releif. It was comforting to have more people of reletively similar mind-set here too in this extremely different land.
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 21, 2007 4:58:32 GMT -5
Please, we have a long journey ahead of us, so please come onto the carts so we can get moving before nightfall. . .
At any rate, we only enslave other species; namely the one that we fought out of our nation in the first place. And the secret is a matter of national pride.
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Post by miokalia on May 21, 2007 21:35:19 GMT -5
"Dahotka zich do leikae", asked Plumaas.
"And those would be the cats"
(the delegations are assumed to be on the carts by now and en route)
"The largest mammalian minority constituency in our nation is Niymiapo-speaking felines... they are not pure bred of course.", said Chon
"I am assuming you harbor some form of dislike for some species. Care to elaborate.", said Wray in a dry, but paced manner.
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Post by Killer Zoids on May 21, 2007 22:26:59 GMT -5
"Yes, quite. Though I'm more curious how you keep slavery profitable. Typically, developing nations do away with slaves because they cost too much to keep versus the costs of developing machines. Oh.. and the whole inexorable rights of living creatures.. thing. Everything I've read about ancient societies showed this trend."
The cart hit a bump and Notiona's pen fell out of her hands onto the floor of the cart. She bent over to pick it up, which it purposefully rolled to Chon's foot. "Ohp! Excuse me!" She said, after bumping into Chon's foot. As she stood back to take her seat, she made sure to catch a glimpse of every possible thing Chon she could, from the floor up. She was not very good at subtlety. As she got to about seat level Chon realized what she was doing and quickly repositioned himself. "Damn!" She said under her breath.
After re-taking her seat, she tried to make eye contact with Chon who would continue to look out the window or exactly opposite of Notiona's glimpse. "He looks so much like Geneec, its uncanny!" She thought to her self. She then attempted to shrug it off by taking notes again.
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Post by miokalia on May 21, 2007 23:44:58 GMT -5
"Leaf springs", said Chon eventually, breaking the silence between him and Notiona.
"Pardon.", asked Notiona.
"Nevermind.", said Chon.
"What do you do back home?", asked Notiona.
"I herd packs of scientists and do the bidding of robot overlords.", said Chon jokingly, "I sent here because Blinn decided that sending someone canine was better than sending a rabidly liberal allosaurus, Secretariat Andertol... And I think he was right.
Andertol would be in direct confrontation with the leadership here no doubt."
There was another bump and Wray was bumped off the seat, and tore his suit on some decorative piece on the seat in front of him.
Chon looked back at Wray, who's expression of fear was hidden by the suit.
"Well, honestly. They would eventually figure it out sooner or later.", he said.
Wray didn't even say a word and Chon knew exactly what Wray was going to say back, and he replied,
"This is very true... but I'm going to assume they have prepared themselves somewhat.
Maybe the magnitude of sheer foreigness will actually give us a little more clout."
Wray glared at Chon, indicating that he clearly had no desire to remove the rubber skin.
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 22, 2007 5:09:13 GMT -5
Sitting in the cart, the Great one looks mildly bored on the middle seat, glad to take the questions of the foreign nations.
(speaking to the delegation of Miokalia directly in an incredibly coarse tounge) "It's not that we dislike certain species themselves. We don't like some things that they did to our people. And that is the reason that we keep them in bondage. The cat species, for instance, was threatening to eat all of the nation's natural food reserves due to their tendency to overeat. You see, the lupine female only has two eggs a year, the rest of the year she acts as a male would, having the same smell and attitude, except for those two months in which she . . . bleeds. When fertilized, our females bring 2-5 puppies. Theirs, on the other hand, are able to be fertilized at any time of the year, and reproduce like wildfire when unchecked, having 5-15 puppies in each litter."
(addressing KZ in a really fake sounding accent)
Our nation has never been one who sought to turn a profit. But we do, at any rate. You see, it is very simple. My people live only in certain areas, and only these areas, which are quite small, need to be industrialized. I was kind of hoping that some government would loan us enough money to start a national bank to develop our nation, or even, perhaps, to fund private investors. As for keeping slavery profitable- it is simple. By keeping them in check we avert malthusian disasters, and, at the same time, have them work in the mines, on the docks, teach them to man the ships and do labor in the fields with no supervision. It isn't a very terse relationship. They're more like pets to us than anything, to tell the truth.
Laughing aloud, the Great one says: "ah, you remind me so much of my sister!
The carts come to a large rest stop, suddenly appearing over the top of a hill (optical illusion of construction)which looks more like a fort than anything, and pulls inside. The people, slaves vastly outnumbering those who are not, are for the most part naked, watch curiously and smile at their leader as he comes by in the cart. The carts pull up to the central barracks of the fort, where a large table has been set up, bearing large birds, gigantic fish, an odd, jellylike substance, and a large looking four-legged deer-like creature. Large vats lined two of the walls, and large mugs that looked almost like buckets sat at each seat with a small, odd looking eating utensil that looked kind of like a harp. Mats lined the floor next to the low lying tables. Speaking to both in turn, the Great one proclaimed: Eat! Drink! And be merry!
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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on May 22, 2007 17:32:47 GMT -5
The leefen (puma) captain noted that the Lupine States were a tad flighty. Barron Leck was now glad that salato had dissuaded him from the use of the fire fleet. This kind of reaction to a single cruiser meant they would have probably fired on the fleet. (he knew standing orders and it would have been very messy).
The Leeten crew were busying them selves with other matters, primarily the collection of information being provided by one of the ships UAV (Un-manned Aerial Vehicles) that had been lurking high in the sky. The large guns lay impassively, unlike the smaller localized defense systems that had already locked onto anything that might threaten the ship.
Barron Leck is informed by the captain (a leefen (a puma)) that this was his posting and they would rather not be here.
Leck thinks for a second.....(What would salato do)
He calls his house guard and the Saeie marries (All Lupine) and orders them to fix bayonets. The follow orders, he hoped this worked.
The empty fore deck was soon filled by the Saeie marries (There were only eleven but they were large and they lined up upon the side nearest to the dock with their bayonets gleaming, and short swords, broad swords and clamors sheathed. )
Barron Leck walked forward with his house guard to the bow of the ship and then one of his guards shouts what the baron had written:
"We bring a emissary from The Royal Commonwealth of Baronies, Principalities and Kingdoms of Cal.
We appreciate the welcome, one warrior nation to another, are these gifts or just your chattels?" The Lupine says indicating the slaves, then continues.
"We assume this is not the action of a scare people as we would never think so, but we may have miss-interpreted your actions the so we will leave.
But such an action due to a mere cruiser of our fleet would be un-befitting to a nation such as yours?"
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 22, 2007 19:13:27 GMT -5
They are our cohorts. Please feel free to dock if you wish; your explanation is sufficient. Besides, your primitive weapons do not scare our people. The ships disappeared off of the horizon, the secret weapons discharging. They were quickly dismantled and taken away. The main one, though, stayed online, it's charge much greater than the smaller batteries; an unnatural red glimmer began to shine on the horizon. The cohorts backed away on a barked order, revealing a bustling lupine port. The lone lupine steps forward. All of this was completed in the space of five minutes.
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Post by Killer Zoids on May 22, 2007 20:33:14 GMT -5
"Ahhh! Finally!" Notiona stands looking upward at the sky, and then briefly to the food. She reaches for an item in a sheath attached to her thighband, and pulls out a hand held device. She holds it in front of her and meanders around in the general vicinity. "C'mon.. wheres a satellite when you need one..." Some of the locals were watching her from a distance, curious and possibly infatuated by her. Her walk ends a few moments later and she begins pushing buttons on the device and then holds it to her ear. She turns around in place every so often while using the satellite phone, keeping and eye on her surroundings.
"Central? Hi! This is Notiona Spiel, diplomatic access Alpha 7-9 Bravo. .. yes. Please connect me to AWP. ... Thank you."
She is on hold. She noticed Chon waving her to come to the feast, and she put her index finger up and lipped 'one minute,' then turned away.
"Dal? I can't talk now, I'm gonna scan you my notes. ... No, its just stuff about technologies I've seen, and some practices they do. .. No.. No.. Shh.. Listen, just read over my notes, it's all in there. Miokalia's already having protests? That was FAST.. Anyway, I've gotta go. BYE."
She holds up her note pad, and with the other hand flips the phone on its side and it emits a bar of pure white light on its underside. She runs the light vertically over each page of her notes, effectively scanning them and transmitting them home.
Once done, she pushes some more buttons on the phone, and the light ceases. She re-sheaths the phone, notebook, and pen and heads over to the building with a trot.
"Sorry about that friends, if I don't check in with central every so often they'll get worried, and my time frame for the satellite window was almost gone. Satellites... things that go around..." She was waving her finger in the air in circles.
"Would you look at this spread! If I were wearing a belt I'd have to loosen it up a few notches! This looks delicious!"
The last time she had eaten was a small snack from a vending machine in the Miokalian airport, and a glass of water on the plane.
She refrained from immediately sitting and devouring food, as there may be some pre-meal custom she was unaware of.
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 22, 2007 21:12:37 GMT -5
After staring at the odd motions of the female, the Great one moves to the vats and fills three buckets from one of the great vats. Placing each at the seats, he gestures, saying: Come, eat! Drink!
Try the hawk! It's all delicious, and, most likely, digestible for your biosystems, as far as our scientists can tell. Make sure you have some of the soylent yellow! Said he, gesturing at the jiggling, jelly-like food in the center of the table. Using the harp like object with interesting skill, he stabbed, cut, and then ripped a wing off of the hawk. Then, with ease, using the same instrument, scooped a large part out of the soylent yellow. Placing it all on a plate, he offered it to the femme wolf.
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Post by miokalia on May 23, 2007 2:26:30 GMT -5
Plumaas turned around towards Wray and said quietly,
"Darbun Deush. Tamadartcy koyvut kie tdoy a dorp"
"Good god. Kindred meat, I think I'm going to be sick."
Wray replied, "I have P-rations in a compartment somewhere if you can't eat this."
Chon peered into one of the barrels while holding some fruit and then asked Wray,
"Um. Could you check the water. As some civilizations of this scientific level beleive in some... interesting processes for the purification of water. I'm mostly referring to revigation.", he tried to say it delicately.
Wray put his face very close to the water and held it there for a moment, then sucked up some of it into his nostrils.
Another moment passed and then he said quietly to Chon,
"1.8% D. It's no tap, but it wouldn't kill you... Charcoal residue means It is filtered. Should be safe."
Plumaas' LF satphone rang, surprizing some of the people there. She answered it like it wasn't anything out of the normal.
"oiy.
Bansot tychya.
d'kort.
nar
nar
damkitach.
yar. Dosh."
Plumaas looked sharply at Wray and then said,
"I think we should keep the carrier nearby. Cal's HMS Raven saw something and our MZS Palahniuk picked up a small, but very acute bump on background.
I'm sure somebody is going to keep an eye on that."
"Well I can guarantee you Cal does... As it seems that the Pontiff is mostly interested in courting the Kazian.", he said then took a another bite of the fruit and said, "Like I actually care.
Regardless, It's probably something as simple as someone conducting some sort of 'spectacular dazzlings of mysterious natural forces show' or some kind of sensationalistic demonstration."
Chon took another bite and then gazed back at Notiona for a moment and then looked back at Wray and asked,
"So what about you. Do you have enough of your stuff to last a while?"
Wray sighed, "Matochal. I'm not going to take chances."
"Damn", said Chon, "They better not take you apart, or they'll be releasing an extra-large fireball sandwich."
"So I was wondering", Plumaas asked Lupinus, "If you use slaves. How does anyone get employed? How does wealth distribute? It would seem to me that in such a system wealth simply would not without some kind of enormous welfare system that basically hands-out money to 'free persons' who happen to have no ... slaves. Since... unless they have something to begin with, it's not like they can work for money."
Wray became bored as this was happening and started inspecting the hole in his rubber skin and Chon positioned himself closer to Notiona.
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 23, 2007 5:11:48 GMT -5
Realizing the strange one's position on meat-eating, the Great one signaled for the cook to make something from fruit. Brining in large cabobs of roasted heart-shaped fruit, the cook wandered back into the kitchen.
It's very simple. Ours is a market economy; each person produces his own products to fill other's needs while they bring what they raise to the table. The slaves help to cultivate the land and sell their goods to the government or to other farmers who in turn buy things from merchants. We then sell those items back to them or use them for our own purposes. By buying or renting two slaves for a single season, anyone can have a large force of them by the end of it. The Lupine government and the state governments then distribute a large portion of the budget to all free persons. It works surprisingly well.
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Post by Killer Zoids on May 23, 2007 11:03:18 GMT -5
Chon's motion caught Notiona's attention who glanced over to him then took a bite from some food stuck to the eating utensil. She then held it between her thumb and index finger and began slightly bouncing the end up and down, with the implement pointed at Lupinus.
"So you're talking about a mercantile-communist system here? Its fascinating that it's actually working for you. Killer Zoids operates on a socialist system, and due to our ridiculously high tax rate and need for a system overhaul (which we're working on lowering!!), we issue back government checks to the people, but only amounts they've earned, not on an equality basis. Now, I propose this question, slaves are living creatures who do tire, and considering the amount of work they do, feeding practices, and hygiene, probably have shorter lifespans. So... other than inter-slave breeding, where do more come from? I hope they're not 3rd world peoples you go out and look for..."
Her attention turned back to the food for a moment, and then to Chon, who she caught red handed in a stare. He recoiled bit with a mild blush when he was found out, but his eyes didn't leave hers. She lipped the word 'stud' toward him and then winked. She then patted the empty seat next to her.
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on May 23, 2007 14:04:36 GMT -5
It is interesting that it works. But then again, our country is very small. We will need a system overhaul at some point as well, probably in the very near future, which is point of discussion for our relations. I was hoping one of our neighbors would help to finance a banking system in our nation, to which our economy can then find a solid anchor.
Not at all. Although they are out in the wilderness, we have run out the majority of them from our nation. They aren't all that bright. Just vicious and cunning in what they are taught to do. As I have said, their minds work through specialization: they become very good at doing one thing. And, if we introduce this early enough, they become quite proficient at it. Some of our greatest scientists are our slaves. And we tend to look after them well. They are as pets to us, mostly.
Laughing once more, the Lupinus pointed to a door adorned with a sign of two animals obviously in a lewd position.
You two can feel free to make use of that room, should the need arise! Now please! Have some of the soylent yellow!
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