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The fractional murder statute receives its first test today with the former chief of the national health authority facing the death penalty on almost forty thousand counts of 1% murder, relating to the amendment of vaccination schedules for neonates. #Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #BonusEdition
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“What led you to create Gravduino?”
“Well, all the top cyclotrons were experimenting with focused graviton beams as a means of producing linear gravity gradients. Potential applications included construction, space launching and mineral extraction.”
“And you disagreed with the direction of this research?”
“I thought it was shortsighted. For example what if you were at a cocktail party and you didn’t need to wait near the kitchen door to get the prawn cocktails before the whole tray is gone. What if individual-sized plates could levitate throughout the room.”
“Thats, ah, a very specific application”
“Oh, one of my students is working on extending it to macaroons, also”
“I see. And you believed so strongly in the technology that you created a company to sell these single-board gravutors?”
“Look there are thousands of ordinary artists out there who don’t have time to build a cyclotron but who could be doing useful things with a gravity gradient. The applications for street mimes alone are staggering. Also”
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#Wss366 #Stable #TimeTravelAuthors 08/25. Emojis your character/s would use
#Airisu: Everything including the kitchen sink.
Bijou #TheTimeTravelingGhost: Text
Sumika: A few standard ones.
Emily: None; she doesn’t even know what the word means. -
Before Maggie and her team discovered they were fictional characters, they were software developers. Being the senior developer, Maggie was nominally the head of the team. Having difficult conversations with her teammates was one duty she never relished.
"Jacob, can we talk about the 'fifth wall' app you've been building?"
Jacob looked up from his computer with a slight look of shock. "How did you know?"
"Because you're you. You know, I've seen you build some crazy things. Most were whimsical, but none of them threatened our existence."
"The app is read-only, it won't-"
"We heard your voice, talking from the future about this fifth wall."
Jacob got quiet.
Maggie continued. "Time-travel stories show how easy it is to drastically affect the future with small changes in the past, right?"
"Sure, but what are we doing in our future-selves' past by changing our present?"
Maggie smiled. "I think that's called 'thinking before you leap'."
#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction
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“Incoming hail, Captain.”
“On screen Ms Darta.”
“Aye, Captain”
“What is this, I said on screen!”
“I am sorry Captain, the ads are unskippable since the last firmware update”
“I’ll be in my ranting room”
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 58
#Wss366 Bun #ScribesAndMakers Salient #TimeTravelAuthors 23. Animals in your story“What?” Sumika stopped in her tracks at the top of the stairs, panic written on her face as she scanned the room. Unlike the utilitarian expanses of the lower floors, the space before us was filled with fine-quality furniture, tapestries, screens, and accoutrema, items made by Japanese craftspeople and Chinese artisans. Even a Persian carpet adorned the area in front of us.
My cry couldn’t have been more ill-timed. A frightened servant carrying a tray of #buns looked for the source of my cry.
Sumika froze, waiting for the maid to scurry out of sight behind a fine screen showing a willow tree, and then presumably she fled as far from the ghostly voices as possible.
Rather than watching the woman, my gaze rested on a luxurious, sleek, gray cat lying on a Chinese bureau. The #salient feature from my point of view was not its pampered condition, but its violet eyes, which watched our every move.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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My handbag got caught in the closing bus door, I was nearly dragged. I managed to wrench it free just in time, the driver was fucking oblivious until the passengers shouted at him, by which time it was all over. My knees are scraped and the bag is ripped apart. I begin gathering my belongings, phone, laptop, shawl, toolkit, barbecue burner, tub of beach sand oh no it’s leaked everywhere, makeup kit, drumsticks — one really should clean out her handbag more often — brake rotor from a car I don’t even own any more. Crikey getting all this home without a magic handbag is going to be a chore. Maybe I can find an abandoned shopping trolley.
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#Wss366 Pet #ScribesAndMakers Remember that time… #TimeTravelAuthors 08/23. Pets or animals in your story
“Remember that time Professor Bijou’s favorite rat disappeared, only to show up in an empty cage a week later? Pink! What a prank! I thought she would freak out.”
“Don’t remind me! That was just before… No, I don’t want to think about it."
Bonus snippet for: Time Argonaut:
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I call this meeting of the Special Executive for Cryptids Transylvanians Revenants and Exocontinuuals to order. Report, by the numbers!
Number two, head of vampires. Our campaign to end the practice of vaccination and the consequent unpalatable adulteration of our food supply is making great strides in North America. There is some attrition among the cattle due to previously eradicated diseases returning but this is within acceptable limits.
Number three, head of Cryptozoology. Rollback of food safety legislation is on track to allow reintroduction of farmed human meat to the supermarket food supply. We are, if you will forgive the expression Number one, long on long pork futures.
I will not, Number three. There are limits to my tolerance for evil and your continual punning exceeds it. *ZORCH* Number four, continue!
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 57
#Wss366 Tang #TimeTravelAuthors 8/22 WhateverArmed with the map of the fortress and its grounds, we continued toward the citadel. The parade of passages, gates, and courtyards along the way was bewildering. I had forgotten just how bad it was to be a ground-hugger. If only I could take off and fly, I would be at the castle within minutes.
The evening chill had set in by the time we passed through the last gate and entered the main building.
The Spartan interior took me by surprise. I’d been expecting opulence. The #tang of oil rather than incense flavored the air. Instead of tapestries and painted screens, stacks of supplies and siege equipment dominated the room. It was so cavernous I could have flown around unhindered.
On climbing to the next floor, we found the same thing. It was largely an open space with arrow slits in the walls. Guards were resting in small clumps, chatting. Their voices echoed eerily.
I imagined what the scene would have been like during wartime, with soldiers milling about. The air would have been filled with battle cries and the sound of flying arrows. Just the idea of their hectic motion made me want to seek shelter in the rafters.
Fortunately, the guards at the stairs and checkpoints were casual, and we reached the fourth floor without issue.
Of course, as the mountain shaman had warned, that’s where the problems began.
As we entered, I cawed, “We’ve been seen!”
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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CW: Fictional injury detail, torture, kidnapping, contemporary real-world conflict
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Flashback - Mittens' StoryThe compound with a single tiny building at the naval base in occupied Crimea was fenced off even from the rest of the base. It had been there for five years. No-one in the base knew what happened inside, only that FSB agents came and went.
The tiny catgirl strapped to the chair glared at her tormentor. The FSB agent had been trying to get her to say where the next drone attack would hit for hours. One of her ears was torn, and she now had two black eyes that had nothing to do with her fur. Blood ran down her arms.
"They will be here soon" she growled in slightly accented Russian.
"Finally! Where? Where will they hit?"
"Even sooner now. You will be the last. But you will be the first."
"What? You are supposed to be some great seer! Make sense."
"I am. No time now. Look down," she gave a feral grin.
The agent looked down to see a red dot on his chest, it rose up out of his field of view, and he gasped as a tiny dart hit him in the neck. He dropped like a puppet with the strings cut.A few seconds later the door opened, and a figure in fatigues entered.
In accentless English, the catgirl in the chair said "He has no keys. You'll need to use your bolt cutters."
Twilly blinked "You were expecting us?"
"Yes, quickly now, you only have a few minutes, and I will need carrying."Twilly got the bolt cutters out, and cut through the shackles holding the tiny figure in the chair. She stretched, and groaned in pain. "I'm Mittens. I'm sorry Baba could not be here, but they killed her when they took me."
"Baba?"
"The witch who made me what I am today. She said that I had been an orphan badly injured in an FSB raid, and left for dead. She cast the spell that made me this. It cost me my memories, but it also gave me a gift. But quickly, carry me out to your companion."Twilly picked Mittens up, and carried her out to where Ai was waiting.
Ai looked at them, and held out her arms "Let me."Twilly handed her over, and they headed for the docks and the minisub they had used to get in.
Once they were safely underwater, Mittens spoke again "Go straight out the middle, not the left like when you arrived."
AI frowned "How do you know?"
"Baba did not tell you in the letter? I guess she did not want to take chances. I am a seer. You are going to need me soon to find our other sisters."#SF #SFF #SciFi #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #catgirls #IAmWriting
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Some people (lookin at you venusians) say it’s a silly rule, but when Voyager 2 passed 1.000000 light-days from point of launch, the FTL interdiction on our system was lifted. The media dubbed it planetary parental lock, but it applied to the whole heliosphere. Yes, even for you, venusians quiet in the back. Race you to the spiral bar?
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@ami_angelwings
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University (part 3)Biba stretched out on the lawn, while Natasha sat nearby, looking miserable. Antoinette-Sussanah was off hunting down some lunch from one of the food vans that had pulled up near the campus.
After a few moments, Biba spoke up "Tash, you apologised, and he's going to be OK."
"But what if they expel me. Or all of us?"
"Then Twilly will get on the case and smooth things over."
"But what if he doesn't let me back into his class? It is a pre-requisite for everything I want to do."
"Tash, you're starting to whine."Natasha threw herself forward onto the grass, and started to sob. She had always been a drama queen. Biba sighed, and moved over to her, picking up the larger catgirl like she weighed nothing, and giving her a gentle hug, making 'shoosh'ing sounds.
A shadow fell over them, and Biba looked up, ready to switch to combat mode if it were a threat.
It was a small group of other students.
Biba shut down the combat modules. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.
One of the young ladies, in full goth regalia, crouched down "We're in Stats 017 with you. Is your friend OK?"
Biba looked them over again. Yes, they had all been in that first class. "There was an accident in her Mech Eng class, and she's worried about fallout from it."
"Was that what the ambulance was about?"
Natasha started to cry more, and Biba just nodded.
The girl didn't say anything for a few moments, clearly thinking. Biba opened her mouth, only for a hand to come up in a 'stop' sign. She closed it again.One of the boys whispered to the guy next to him "Is Maddy doing that thing again?"
"Yeah, the whole brain thing."The newly named Maddy didn't react.
Finally she nodded, "I see. Well, he could not have been that bright, could he?"
Natasha looked up along with Biba "What?"
"He could not have been that bright. I mean Prof Tepford worked it out. I worked it out. How come he didn't?""You weren't there. How do you know what happened?" Tash asked, her confusion overcoming her worries.
One of the group, wearing a dress covered in stars, grinned "The little grey cells, eh?"Tash and Biba looked blank.
"What Terri means is that I deduced it from the available evidence. I love murder mysteries. They're quoting Poirot".
Antoinette-Sussanah came up behind the group and asked "Is everything OK?"
"Yes, A-S. Maddy here is a bit of sleuth" Biba explained "What's for lunch?"
"Sashimi", she had barely finished the word before Tash was wrapped around her. "Hiiii Antoinette-Sussanah... you're the best friend ever."Shaking her head, she sat, opened the paper bag she had been carrying and handed Tash and Biba trays of sashimi. A quick glance at Biba, and she gestured to the lawn "Join us?"
The others sat, and got out their own lunches.
Maddy watched Tash happily attacking the raw fish, and looked across to Biba, who shrugged. Maddy gave a small sigh and started eating.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Catgirls
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A True Groaner: A Bonus #TimeTravelingGhost Story
#Wss366 agar #TimeTravelAuthors 08/21. A character quirk
“I’ve learned that one should never tamper with the past. The future gets terribly cross about it.” A crowd around the woman telling the joke gave a weak, perfunctory laugh.
The new professor looked across the room at the woman. She was an odd sight, sporting a plastic battle axe, a fake red beard, and an enormous plastic dish glued to her back. “Who’s that drunk telling dad jokes?” he asked a professor wearing a conservative Halloween costume.
“That bore is Professor Henrietta Bijou. She’s one of the metaphysics instructors and specializes in alternate universes and time travel.”
“And what is she dressed as?”
“Go ask her. I don’t have the faintest idea.”
“Excuse me, miss,” the man said, walking over to Ms. Bijou. “That’s an interesting costume. You must have gone all out on it. What is it?”
“’Agar the ‘orrible.”
The man groaned.
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“Welcome to Carbonite Cruises how can i help you today?”
“How much for four years in the freezer?”
“Four…Voted for the other guy, eh?”
“Oh I didn’t vote”
“Then you can take the long way round. Get the hell out of my shop.”
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"No, Jacob, definitely NOT a good idea."
He held up his hands. "Sophia, I'm just curious."
She shook her head. "We are characters in a story - a story that is literally our whole reality - and you want to risk that by trying to open a 'fifth wall' to our past selves because," she started ticking off fingers, "1) we heard a voice mention it 2) that sounded like you, and 3) hinted at being from the future?"
Jacob nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
She pinched the bridge of her nose, and not for the first time this conversation.
"Sophia, the fifth wall could give us the ability to correct our own mistakes or pass along life lessons, or... something."
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"We need to nip this thing in the bud. What is-? The fifth wall is open again! Shut it dow-"
***Sophia and Jacob froze at the sound of Reggie's voice.
Sophia gestured to the ceiling, "See? Life lesson, right there!"
#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction
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“Have you read the new Crichton?”
“He’s dead, how can there be a new book.”
“Ghost written.”
“So it’s not by him and they paid some desperate kid to not have their name on the cover? Have some fucking respect, I’ll pass.”
“No, it’s cool, they used a Raspberry Pi, a surplus Russian GRAVEDUST unit and an CP/M emulator running WordStar to let him write from the Beyond. With a signal booster they reckon they’ll get a trilogy or two before he fades completely.”
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 126, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Classic #TimeTravelAuthors 08/19 Many
It was a #classic problem. I had too #many options.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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“Oh dear, I think we’re a food planet—“
“—old news, Larry Niven speculated that all earth life evolved from alien food yeast over half a century ago”
“That’s not what I me—“
“—and star trek retconned all the neighbour alien races being so fuckable as due to us all being genetically seeded by the Progenitors three decades ago—“
“No this is important—“
“—there’s really no new ideas left in ess eff I don’t know why you—“
“Will you SHUT UP for a minute. I’ve found the great filter, I know why this planet, like all the others before it, won’t give rise to a galactic civilisation!”
“Okay try it, I bet I’ve heard this one before”
“It’s only a matter of time. The Eaters are on their way. This planet is RIPE”
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The team of sentient sci-fi characters were just settling into their new cloud digs when a voice that sounded like suspiciously like Jacob broke into the conversation. Being already present in the room and hearing himself was confusing in the least.
"The other-me distinctly said 'fifth wall interface'. Author, do you know what that means?"
_/I was just about to ask you that. Wasn't that you I heard just now?/_
"No! Well yes, but no! Someone's playing a prank-," his attention swung to Reggie.
Reggie threw up his hands. "Hey - not it! I'm just as confused as you are."
Enzo raised his hand. "He also mentioned contacting 'past' published versions. Does that mean other-Jacob is from the future?"
"The future? You're kidding, right?" Jacob asked.
Enzo responded, "We ARE in a science fiction story, after all."
"I don't buy it. This has to be a joke."
"The voice exuded extreme confidence followed by disaster," Reggie responded. "Sounds like Jacob to me."
#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction
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Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University (part 2)Memo: Laser Pointers in Lectures
From: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics)
To: Academic Teaching StaffPlease utilise caution in using laser pointers in lectures. There are some students who will focus on the pointer rather than the material being covered.
Unfortunately, privacy rules do not allow me to identify the students in question, but I believe it should be reasonably obvious on a quick visual inspection of the attendants.
Hamish.
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From: Dr A. De Jeune (School of Medicine)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer MemoHamish,
I have one of them in my BioChem 100 class. Thanks for the warning.
Alyce.----
From: Dr G Cranbourne-Wilson (School of Engineering)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer MemoHamish,
I have one in Mech Eng 101.Unfortunately your warning came too late. She apologised afterwards, and made sure to stay with me until the ambulance came.
I should be back on campus next week, albeit with a moonboot.
Greg.
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To: HR Safety Team
From: Felicity Ambrose - Safety Investigator
Subject: OH&S Incident in Mech Eng 101 dd/mm/yyyyy 09:41Team,
Attached is my report on the OH&S incident last Wednesday in which Dr Cranborne-Wilson broke his ankle.There is sufficient documentary evidence that he could have reasonably assessed the risks of the activities he was taking part in, and could have avoided the hazardous situation.
At this point, I am satisfied that we have no legal obligations beyond medical leave.
Flick.
#SFF #SF #SciFi #IAmWriting #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #Catgirls
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“It’s a vacuum, it doesn’t need a spoiler!”
“Hah, thats what you think. Above point five past lightspeed dark matter vortices create drag, this baby gets me an extra point zero eight warp factor”
“And every Lensman in the sector pointing their speed LIDAR at you”
“Jokes on them, I stole this license plate from the Port Admiral’s golf buggy!”
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?
I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.
When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.
The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.
The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.
I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!
None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?
I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.
I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.
“Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.
The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.
At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl UniversityProfessor Hamish Tepford was always intrigued to see what new fashion each new year of first-years brought to the lecture hall. As a statistics professor, he encountered students from most schools at the University, because most courses outside of the fine arts required at least one unit.
So he got to see a very broad spectrum of students, from the very staid (post-grad or mature age business) to the outlandishly extreme (almost anyone else). Unlike his fellows, he enjoyed teaching the bridging and introductory courses. Seeing the new faces, and seeing the light of understanding kick in at various points was a delight he could not pass up. But then, he was regarded as a little odd by his peers.
As the new class filed in, he made mental notes. In hair, hot pink was replacing the silver, and strips rather than a fade in or out. Piercings and tatts were still 'in'. Oh, and it looked like animatronics were...
Wait. Those ears were not animatronics. Were they some sort of cosmetic surgery? There were three of them, all sitting together. One stood, and he saw a tail curl around her waist before she sat down again.
That was when he realised that this was not a fashion statement. He had seen the replay of the press conference from a month or two back. Catgirls. But what were they doing in his class?
He mentally slapped himself. "Taking introductory statistics 017", obviously.
He checked his roll. There they were, three mononymic students. Biba, Natasha, and Antoinette-Sussanah.
He took first attendance - the only one he ever bothered with. He had a good head for names and faces. Then he started his introduction.
Part way through, while he was highlighting some of the course objectives, he suddenly felt his neck prickle. He looked over his shoulder at the lecture hall, and immediately saw the three pairs of eyes with absolute and complete focus on the screen.
The other students were taking notes or just nodding along. But those three were utterly fixated on ... Oh.
He turned off the laser pointer.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #IAmWriting #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #Catgirls
As usual, for @ami_angelwings .
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9 Months ago, Council Chambers, Horsebreeder Clan lands.
Joyful Finder stood after the immediate business had been dealt with. Since taking to space Clan Council meetings had become longer, and she knew everyone was tired. But this had to be raised, and if not now, then at the end of another meeting - when again, everyone would be tired.
"The Council hears Joyful Finder of the Horsebreeders" the chair announced.
"Thank-you", she paused and straightened before continuing "Although it is unlikely that Seeker will obtain the information she has been tasked with locating in this first tour, we must make plans for what we will do when the home of the raiders is found."
One of the elders from the Fisher Clan spoke up "I presume you have ideas, Joyful?"
She shook her head "Unfortunately, no. I have been studying the histories brought back from the Scouts' archives. They are extensive, and go back to before humans took to the stars. There are even hints of when our ancestors were taken from the human homeworld."
The same elder asked "But?"
Joy sighed. "But in all that time they have recorded only two instances where an invader successfully replaced the rulers of a land without causing resentment that took generations to resolve. And frequently never did."
The Forester Clan elder cleared his throat "So we do what they did."
"If only it were that simple. In both cases the lands in question had made open war against a coalition of other nations. After initial successes, they were beaten back, and then crushed absolutely. The coalitions then spent vast sums rebuilding the nations they had just defeated."
The Forester elder grunted "Seems simple enough then. It seems that things mostly match our circumstances."
"Except for one thing. In both cases the lands were subject to totalitarian and authoritarian rulers. We know nothing of how the raiders are ruled or the structure of their society."
"So why are you raising this?" that was the Fisher elder again.
"I am hoping the Council is wiser than a single ex-Scout, and can find a solution."There was silence.
Several minutes passed, and various elders whispered to each other. Then one of the elders of Weaver Clan stood. "You present a problem to us, but you have already given us the solution."
Joy frowned in puzzlement "I have?"
"Indeed. Our first course of action is to learn what their society is. And you are our best resource there."
"I am?"
"I move to the council that Joyful Finder be charged with recruiting and training a Scout force, whose task will be to learn all there is about the raider society."Around the chamber was a sound of agreement.
Joy swayed a little in shock, and then asked "May I seek aid from the Scouts themselves in this?"
The chair stood "That would be prudent. Despite the treaty."Joy sat heavily, feeling her years. There was a mail ship expected in a few weeks. She'd have to write to the sector commander. Convincingly.
#SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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#WordWeavers 2026.08.16 — If one of your characters could ask you a question, what would they ask?
What's that three-eyed metallic orange slab you keep on taking out of your pocket to look at the glowy side?
How do you explain an iPhone to someone from an advanced culture that doesn't have or need electricity?
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#Cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSInklingsStory #RSReluctanceStory
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PAX IN 9D RETURNING FROM SCIENCE CONFERENCE ON VULCAN HAS GENDER SWAP DEVICE HAS IRRADIATED SEVERAL PAX PLUS FA AND COPILOT. NO ASSISTANCE REQUIRED COPILOT IS KINDA HOT ACTUALLY ENGAGING AUTOPILOT.
Area: Barnard Subsector
Type: Constellation Class
