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Vanda Nossëo's transition team informs him that they think the space station will make an exemplary member and a terrifically desirable place to live - "and as soon as we have an extranet setup like Revelation's, everyone everywhere will hear all about it." He is unclear if they actually need his permission but tells them to move forward with the membership. A date is scheduled, an extravagant party planned. They get 8,000 necklaces and 120 resurrections a local year - not much, but they're much much smaller than most of the member states, and their population mostly a long way from dying.

 

Someone who has helped with the negotiations suggests that he fund a study-abroad program for the next generation of blues. All of them. Well, maybe he should start with only some of them for a bit of subtlety. Have them spend their formative years in Mîr and in Elendil and on Federation Earth and in Vanda Nossëo and in Ambaróna - "I can't send them there, we've got reds."

"You can't send them there yet."

He funds it. The most talented blues of every nation are invited to apply for a funded study program in some of the universe's greatest centers of interstellar politics and diplomacy. As a perk, they permanently get the ability to speak any language in the universe.

He heads down to Voa to check how all of this is going over. This time he calls ahead and schedules a meeting and everything. 

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"...obvious to whom?"

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" - the relevant governments. If there's a way for the reds to guess, all the better."

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"I might be able to do that."

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"Awesome. Want me to take you back to Tapa for a bit?"

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"Okay."

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Pop pop pop!

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Peka visits her family. And she records a video.

Her baby has noticeably orange hair grown out to a fuzz now, and she holds her so the camera can see that. She chatters about shopping and how pretty everything is and that for some reason all the refugees who were already there are real excited about pictures of her kissing her boyfriend, whereas of course back on Amenta she would have had no way to become a celebrity even through public necking.

She sings a song which is ninety percent red-specific allusion and idiom. (It's also heavily Tapai, but there's no getting around that; that's what she knows.) The song is about being somebody's very very secret mistress but she has added a verse.

The governments think this is a little fishy but they can't point to anything specific.

The next poll comes in at 85%.

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"You," Macalaurë tells her, "are brilliant and perfect for this and they will adore you so much and I adore you so much -"

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She giggles and kisses him.

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And he asks Tapa how they want to handle a transition to robots. 

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How assured should they be that the robots will arrive able to do the jobs already, do they need to make the reds train them or anything?

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Servants are really smart and can take verbal instructions but if there's no one who'd know how to verbally instruct them then that should be handled before they leave. Maybe instead of making them they could pay them extra.

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Aren't they going to go to a space utopia where they will be paid to do nothing? They can train some robots before they go.

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"And what happens to them if they decline?"

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"They won't."

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"If they won't train the replacements we can't replace them."

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Sigh. He imports servants.

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The servants and the Elves who bring them are on the wrong end of a riot in one neighborhood.

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Elves are startled! The teleporter is already off making the next delivery and the servants can be bodyguards but it takes a little while for this to occur to anybody. 

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The reds are used to people who start trying to kill them as soon as they lay hands on anybody. They don't stop till that would be impossible.

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Well. Okay. 

 

Does the government mind if the Elves handle this.

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Can they keep it confined to the red quarter? If so they can do whatever they want with them.

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He so appreciates that. Yes, of course they can keep it to the red quarter.

 

He has a teleporter drop in to retrieve bodies and mangled servants (someone figured out they stop working if you scratch up the writing badly enough). He hands them off for resurrection according to their preferences (Lórien? at home? on-scene if possible?) He goes to a local court at home for a series of forensic conjurations - how many people were involved, who were they, where are they presently -

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It was about ten percent of the population of the quarter and some of them have fled to other red neighborhoods and others are hiding in their own.

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