Starlance

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

It was then that a Glen approached. Not Silbermine, good riddance, the blacksmith that had been part of Kareet’s group. ”Hello again.” J’eon had questions too. What the heck, she was there, she had the answer and she saw no harm in sharing it, might as well. ”What, you mean the gunshot? When the Tekeri hunting party approached our team? That’s just what some of our weapons sound like. The older models, when not fitted with a suppressor. Be careful around humans who look like they might be shooting something, these older weapons are actually loud enough to damage our hearing.” She still remembered how strange shooting coilguns felt when her basic training company first went out to the range. Discounting the sonic cracks if firing supersonic, the muted ‘click’ of a coilgun was no louder than the snap of a crossbow’s bowstring compared to the loud bark of powder-driven firearms.

She stopped herself short of offering J’eon a seat by instinctive reaction before answering Kareet’s questions. ”Yes, we do wear clothing all of the time, except a few very specific occasions. Being undressed in public can land you in trouble with the Poli- the guards.”

Something in Kareet’s voice brought Vigdis back to her childhood, hearing a hint of the same awe and wonder she experienced when her father was telling her five year old self about the ships he flew and the planets he flew between. ”More than a thousand years and thousands of scholars. You may think of us as some incredibly wise people, but really all of us that you see here are standing on the shoulders of giants.” She took care to sound properly humble as she spoke of the scientists who came before her, whose labor made for the foundation and staircase that they used to reach the stars.

”Your inventions?” For a moment, a hint of admiration of people like Ixtaro or apparently Kareet, those who discovered the new rather than just taking the known and implementing it into practice as she did appeared in Vigdis’ voice. ”I’d say most of your inventions could be improved by what we know, seeing as any non-magical invention of yours has been known to us for hundreds of years by now, judging by the way your societies are organized and the sort of technology - such as weapons and armor - you’ve demonstrated and comparing to how long ago we used these things. That’s assuming magic hasn’t surpassed what we could do without it. I’ve also said already that I don’t want to do that for the benefit of one nation.” Vigdis reminded Kareet, ”But now you have me curious, what have you invented? If or when the political negotiations go horribly wrong, trying to preserve the balance of power will get thrown out the window as we turn to fully supporting whoever helps us survive and any improvements to your designs could be implemented faster if we had time to think about what you have.” She leaned forward with anticipation.

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Vigdis would’ve been delighted to know that what she set out to do worked out. Right now, no one would know what to do with any of it and she was still being open and sharing, but some day, someone would go back to those notes, go “Hang on, what if…?” and be inspired to do something that may otherwise have taken decades or longer. Either that, or someone fucks up royally and soon she’s gonna be explaining high-carbon steel to Ascendancy blacksmiths so they can start producing arrows that can penetrate Mythandian armor with some degree of regularity. But to be honest, she wouldn’t even mind coming back here - intentionally, with sufficient supplies and with a way home! - and passing on what she knew. A university with her name on it, maybe a statue in every capital… Here and now, Vigdis, here and now. And keep the status quo.

”Matter can exist in multiple states. Take water, for example. If it’s too cold, it freezes into ice - a solid. Heat it up, and it melts into water - a liquid. Heat that up even more and it boils away into steam - a gas.“ The locals must have known this, but now hopefully what might be new information would have some link to known things, ”There’s more matter states but they’re not important now, we’ll be talking about gasses. The air we’re breathing is made up of many gasses, water vapor being one of them for example. One of these gasses is one we call ‘oxygen’. This is the one that every creature we know of needs to live, so I’m assuming it’s what you are breathing too. So any planet that has a lot of oxygen in its air is interesting because things might be living on that planet. There are eight planets in our system, only Earth has any oxygen in its air at all, it’s fairly rare.” It was an oversimplification of course, discarding star types, magnetic fields and goldilocks zones, but she was trying to stay on topic and keep it simple. She was rambling enough as it was. ”It’s also the gas that fire needs to ‘breathe’. One of the possible ones, anyway. And the air here has more oxygen in it than the air on Earth. And as I’m sure you’ve figured out yourself by now, more oxygen for a fire to burn means things combust more easily. That’s why one of the things we need from you are fabrics, most of our clothing will burn too. This even extends to our tools, even the markers we’ve been writing with were made of metal because that shouldn’t catch on fire even here.”

Explaining spectrometry would be a bit tougher than that. ”Starlight isn’t made of one color. It appears white, but it’s actually a combination of many colors making it look that way, like when a painter mixes red and blue to create purple. A rainbow? That’s the white light being split into its component colors. And when light passes through enough gas, it absorbs some of those colors. We have devices called ‘spectrometers’ that can measure the amount of each color in light. Let’s say you are the observer on Earth, my finger is kanth-Aremek and my fist is the star it circles around.” She held up a fist and then moved her finger between it and Kareet, simulating a transit. ”A small portion of the star’s light passes through the atmosphere of that planet, and it absorbs some of the light. We compare the light from the star to the light that passed through the planet’s atmosphere and since every gas absorbs a slightly different color, we can tell which gasses are in that planet’s air.”

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”We did meet here today to answer your questions. Ask as they come. I won’t be able to answer all of them, thus they’ll filter themselves out. As for those you won’t think of, tomorrow is also a day, and so is the one after.” Vigdis looked toward the cookout and lifted up her mask, taking a deep breath before putting it back on. ”That smells good. We could move over if you wish. Then we could involve other people. I think Dr. Ibarra knows a lot about history, actually.” the Engineer offered.

”Spices were historically very valuable, back when the height of exploration was sailing around the world in wooden ships driven by sails. I assume Kanth-Aremek isn’t the same everywhere, Earth definitely isn’t. Spices grown where it’s hot and dry can’t be grown where it’s cold or wet and so on. And if something is hard to get, it means the people who can get it can ask a high price for it.” She elaborated, briefly considering something before continuing, ”The speed of light is, according to common understanding, the upper limit of how fast something can move. The heavier an object is and the faster it’s moving, the more effort is needed to further accelerate it. Light is massless, it doesn’t weigh anything, which is why it can achieve… well, the speed of light. You would need to expend infinite effort to get anything that weighs something to move that fast.” She judged this to be harmless information. It would be a while before the locals could use this information for anything. Frankly she was proud of getting through it without having to use the word ‘energy’ once. ”But I don’t know if there isn’t some gap in my understanding of things the ship could have taken advantage of. The reason for trying to go as fast as possible is to shorten travel times, as celestial bodies are very far apart. Even the moon or the planets you can see in the night sky with your own eyes are so far away I feel confident claiming you cannot imagine such a distance, no offense intended.”

”As for how far from Earth we are? Good question, and one we’ll have to find an answer for if we ever want to return home, so let’s unpack it.” Vigdis started counting points on her fingers, ”One, the jump from Earth to here was instantaneous. To my - limited - understanding of the jump drive, that shouldn’t have been the case. This would imply we are close. Two, this world has an oxygen-rich atmosphere. More so than Earth. If a planet capable of supporting life was close to Earth, we would’ve found it centuries ago. That leads me to believe we are very far away and that the jump drive performs better than expected. Discounting the whole ‘accidental activation’ part, that… that needs work.” Vigdis chuckled, ”If the relevant equipment is intact or can be repaired, if we can see Earth’s parent star from here and if we can learn the axes of Kanth-Aremek’s orbit around its sun, we’ll be able to calculate the distance.” And don’t think about what will happen if they can’t find Earth.

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Pulling into an actual ‘Mech bay again felt good. A sign of things looking up. Proper maintenance. Spare parts, even? Not having to climb damp, sketchy-ass scaffolding that had been rusting for gods know how long to get in and out of the BattleMech! Following the usual after sortie ritual of scrubbing off a crust of sweat, noting down kills, assists and ‘probables’, way too many for her liking given the nature of the fight, changing and shoving BattleROM tapes into a bag to turn over to the Colonel, Marit took a minute to stand atop Archie and take in the view of their new home before climbing down to earth to debrief with the tech crew.

“The smeg is this?” Lister asked in lieu of a greeting before she could get hers out, scooping up a bit of the leftover mud from Archie’s foot before throwing it at Rimmer, far away enough to miss, but close enough to make him flinch.
”Nice to see you too Dave, and we don’t talk about that. Find a hose.” She handed Lovett a scrap of paper with component run times and leaned against the bay’s support, ”Actually managed to stay far away from everything for most of the mission so the armor is fine, but the missile racks are almost empty. The DI computer didn’t report any flooding during the river crossings. Any news from the other teams?”
“Wyatt and the duchess arrived a while ago.” Lister informed her, the man chronically incapable of and long past even attempting to pronounce Ingrid’s last name. “No idea when the debrief is happening, not my problem. New barracks are that way. We’ve put all your stuff there, there’s even a shower.”
“The horror, right, Lister?”
“Drop dead, Rimmer. Anyway, it’s easy to find, it’s right beside a garbage mound.” He grinned at his own joke.
“Better watch out for the locals, some of them look and talk like they’ve been boning their sisters since the Star League.”
“Plus we’ve been warned about equipment theft by Cassandra.” Lovett added a more factual warning to Rimmer’s, “Don’t leave anything valuable out of sight, even nailed down, they literally have crowbars for that.”
Nodding along and dismissed by Lovett, Marit grabbed the tapes and set out to find the Mobile HQ, warming herself with the thought of vaporizing a Crimson Fists lance with the stolen - Tactically acquired! - warhead. After that, she’d see about two mission-critical things: lunch and that cockpit fridge…

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As soon as Kareet asked about who the crew were, Vigdis started laughing. ”That’s a good question, because half of us aren’t even supposed to be on board.” She managed to get out before recomposing herself, ”That includes me. Many of us just took shelter on the ship when the shipyard was attacked. I haven’t had the time to familiarize myself with most people yet, except those I work with. We engineers have been busy with… You know.” She quietly pointed at several dents in the hull where bigger rocks struck it or parts have been ripped off. ”We built her well.” Vigdis said with evident pride, looking over the mass of metal that managed to survive missiles built to take down ships bigger than her and then slamming into the ground with just three dead and two major injuries. The NSIA will be happy.

”But in general, the original crew are explorers. Some former military, as the Jotunheim’s owners needed well-trained people who could work independently. The ‘stowaways’ I assume are mostly dock workers who happened to be nearby as in my case. When people are shooting at you, a mobile fortress sounds like a good place to be.” It was also fortunate a lot of the stowaways were from Norway, a country that still conscripted both genders, but that was another piece of information Vigdis judged would be best kept quiet about.

”Actual history is a very extensive topic, between more than 200 nations on Earth alone, plus all the colonies. It would probably be best to learn your writing and make the translators work with text as well as spoken word, that way we could simply give you any written records we have with us.” She tried to explain the scale, though unsure if historical notes were something they had saved in some dark recess of the computer banks. ”The ship itself was built to explore distant worlds. The ability to travel faster than light- well, it probably isn’t actually faster than light, I think that’s fundamentally impossible, but I’m a metallurgist, not a physicist. Anyway, the ability to travel to worlds other than those around our sun is new to us. A decade ago, a species that had this ability showed up at our doorstep so to speak, asking for aid and in exchange, they would explain this technology of theirs to us. Then we had ourselves a fight over who’d get to host them and benefit from this the most.“ Nope, still not proud of their warrior culture, ”Sound familiar? Naturally, those who got their hands on this knowledge started working on it right away, and we’d just finished the Jotunheim when someone attacked it. I don’t know if they wanted it for themselves, or were opposed to using this technology, it doesn’ really matter. Except something went wrong when we tried to use this propulsion method to get away from the shipyard quickly, and instead of ‘on the other side of Earth’ we ended up here. Come to think of it, humans have a record of accidentally finding something useful or interesting, land and new cultures inhabiting it included. Historically speaking the first order of business is to establish a spice trade.” Well, after violence and putting the locals’ stuff into museums, but let’s not be British.

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”Swear loyalty to the captain and you’ll get all the time you want.” Vigdis grinned under her mask, ready to explain she wasn’t being serious in case the joke didn’t carry over. ”Many of the ailments you speak of haven’t been much of a problem for hundreds of years for us, though I agree that it’d be good to have another alternative even if our stores should last years, in addition to speeding up things we can’t heal quickly.” There may have been twice the number of people on board, but the Jo was still an exploration ship. She’d been fortunate to avoid any notable encounters with the infirmary, but surely the ship’s original mission would’ve had it away from resupply points for extended periods of time. Unless all of their medical gear fell out of the shuttle bay, but she had a feeling that would’ve been mentioned in one of the daily briefings. ”We might also need your help with local diseases, if we can catch any. There’s still a lot of unknowns about what the local conditions might do to us in both short and long term.” Another reason she preferred to wear the breathing masks, even if it wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever made. ”Out of curiosity, has your life expectancy increased as people aren’t dying of mundane injuries and diseases, or has your lifespan increased and people actually live longer?” If life magic had a regenerative effect on the whole organism in addition to fixing damage, that would be a big boon on top of the near double increase of lifespan since 300 years ago.

”Fair point on the infiltrators. Again going on nothing but your word though. Either way, not my decision to make.” Fortunately, screw having that sort of responsibility. ”So that’s the anatomy chapter skipped until a more qualified person has time, what’s next? History? Where we came from?”

Rise of Rasalhague

”And naturally being defeated is outlawed in squintland. Fucking barbarian.” Karel growled at Fuka’s ‘outlaw’ comment. But stiff demeanor aside, at least the boss knew how to run a briefing. After having to cook out of water during a significant number of Sapphire Swords sorties, this was a welcome change. Maybe he’d come around yet. As the presumed captain gave the ten-second warning, Karel looked around for something resembling a stable handhold. Resigned to his fate, he sat down on the floor where he found a rust-free patch and gripped his chair, not wanting to risk the rickety thing folding underneath him if he leaned the wrong way after the jump. The jump apparently quelled any will to argue if there was any, leaving them headed to the main event of the night.

Ankhanne, Mech Bay

The Combine girl immediately made a beeline for the only heavyweight in the racks. Made sense in a way, if she was familiar with the machine, more power to her. It would make everyone’s life easier. ”Look at her go. Add some fried chicken on top and she’ll outpace the ship.” He said quietly to the nearest person when Fuka took off, covering an impressive distance in a few seconds. Following her path, his eyes fell upon the Mech bays and their mis-matched occupants.

”Bože, co jsem komu udělal že mě takhle trestáš kurva?”

The ‘Mechs were… about what could be expected given the DropShip. That Centurion was a prime cand- of fucking course, nevermind. Trebuchet 7K. Sniper, no. Hermes II 4K. Walking oven, no. Javelin 10N. Alright loadout and jump jets, but the armor may as well have not been there, no. Panther 9R… Kind of a sniper, but with decent armor and able to keep itself cool… No, that minimum range on the PPC would spell his doom sooner than later. He passed the Urbanmech without acknowledging its existence at all. The Raven was a sweet deal, but he didn’t like the likelihood of the controls being written in that spilled tea leaves script the Capellans used. The Mongoose was definitely an ancient design, but despite being Drac-made, it was built for the SLDF - back in the days of glorious standardization - and therefore most likely in an actual language. And with a loadout he liked and blistering top speed of over 120 kilometers per hour - assuming these particular ones could reach it without rattling themselves apart - that would do it for a start. Karel climbed up to the closer Mongoose’s entry hatch and dropped down inside. He clambered back out faster than he went in, driven out by the smell of what he guessed was dead rodents and mold that permeated the cockpit and made his way over to the second Mongoose before anyone had time to claim it. ”Spare parts.” Were his only words as he passed an AsTech visibly confused by his behavior, pointing at the abandoned BattleMech.

Standing in front of the other, hopefully nasally inoffensive antique, parts of the armor were still stripped to allow the technicians easier access. The parts that weren’t were clearly intended to have some kind of green-black-sand three-tone woodland camouflage pattern, except it had a few problems. Chiefly among them that the person who applied it had no clue what the hell they were doing and they also clearly grabbed a bucket of paint that said ‘desert sand’ instead of ‘sand’ and thought “Good enough.”, resulting in a Jackson Pollock-esque mess of olive and black colors interspersed with pink splotches.
“Soooo? What do you think?” An oddly chipper MechTech appeared by his side.
“It’s the BattleMech equivalent of a crackhead.”
The techie nodded her head energetically in agreement. “Good luck, merc.”
Making his way inside, he took some time to examine the dashboard, ergonomics of the most commonly used controls he could identify at a glance, field of view and… a cup holder? He was staring at a loop of wire welded to the dashboard, with a piece of scrap metal similarly attached underneath it. What else could that have been?

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”Don’t worry, I have no intention of telling Silbermine or Nellara anything of the sort without clearing it with the captain first.” Vigdis reassured Kareet, ”You seem trustworthy enough. Either that, or you’re at least a competent spy, time will tell.” She chuckled. ”Bet Silbermine won’t be happy when he learns we have a lot in common with the Ascendancy though. When, not if. Some things are impossible to keep a lid on.”

”We’ll end up having to take sides eventually anyway.“ Vigdis sighed, ”Those two can’t be anywhere near each other without clawing at each others’ throats and Silbermine seems convinced he’s the best thing since sliced bread and thus no one should be able to say ‘no’ to him. I can’t really see a peaceful way out of this, not unless Silbermine’s reinforcements include someone higher ranked and more reasonable than him. I just hope someone will force our hand, that way I will have tried my best to avoid it and won’t have to feel too bad about the mess it will bring.”

She listened intently to Kareet’s sales pitch of life magic, the descriptions of ‘Cure Wounds’ and ‘Regenerate’ spells from DnD popping into her mind. Some of her injuries didn’t bother her. Her hands retained almost full functionality and although people who knew her learned to look out for her tic to know if she was getting agitated, she learned to mimic it to get people to get out of her hair if she didn’t feel like dealing with them. But the idea of being able to run up seven flights of stairs under a minute like in her university days was a tempting one. ”Why take second hand information? If Kerchak’s allowed to study us, you could join him. Saves our doctors time by explaining it once to more people at once. That is, if you’re allowed access to that knowledge in the first place. You can understand how teaching everyone where to stab us, not to mention potentially mimic us, is something we might not want to do.” Now maybe Kareet, Kerchak, or even the Ascendancy as a whole wouldn’t misuse that knowledge, but in absence of a better reference point, she’d continue to play things safe and judge based on the worst leadership humanity had to offer.

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”I’ve spent four years in the military, never had to fire a shot in anger.” Vigdis spoke after a noticeable pause when Kareet said soldiers of the same species had trouble killing each other, conversions of human time to K-A days becoming standard. ”I salvaged shipwrecks, killing another being was never something I gave much thought to, even less so after I got out. Until the Jotunheim’s dock got attacked a week ago. When the situation devolved into a ‘kill or be killed’ scenario, you’d be surprised how quickly I came around to the idea. Every animal just wants to live, and humans are no exception. But when someone else is determined to end that life and bullets are whizzing by your head, the most effective way of preventing that is to end theirs. Whether you can or can’t live with the guilt is a question that can only be answered once you’ve ensured you will be alive to feel guilty.” She shared her view somewhat melancholically, having postponed figuring out her answer to that last question until the more pressing source of existential dread had been dealt with.

”I’m saying this as if they are inherent and obvious truths because throughout a large portion of our history that we have written records of, they were. Despite a relatively peaceful time around 300 years ago, circumstances once more led to resource shortages and squabbling over land. When things such as lumber or fertile soil become scarce, people will do desperate things. I’m not saying it’s right, I’m saying that’s the way it is. Give it a thousand years and you’ll get there too. Maybe two thousand, magic and all.” She was by no means an anthropologist or biologist, but as an engineer she knew nothing worked for free. Unless the locals forever froze on their current technological and low enough population level, they’d one day be facing many of the challenges humans did, since even living beings were essentially engines burning oxygen and fuel, complete with their own emissions.

”Anyway, onto more pleasant topics.” Vigdis made a proverbial full stop behind that topic, her demeanor returning to her usual self. ”What’s next in your encyclopedia? Anatomy? History? A second opinion on some of your non-magical knowledge of the world around you?”

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”Why would we be peaceful just because we are currently the only intelligent species around? Are you trying to say you’ve never had a war between two groups of Tekeri, or two groups of Glen? Resources, land, religious and political disputes are still going to be a thing. And we didn’t need someone to be completely different to decide we don’t like them either, sad as that is. We’ve moved past that at least, save an odd degenerate or two. And oh my, can we fight! One of the most destructive, if not the most destructive conflict in our history was waged over 350 years ago, lasted six years” Vigdis quickly recalculated the times to a number of K-A days for Kareet’s benefit, as that was the only known local unit of measurement. ”spanned the entire world and took over 70 million lives. That would be…“ Another wristpad-aided conversion, ”at least 413 016 600 dead to put it in base 8 as you use.” She wrote the numbers on the large tablet in case orders of magnitude didn’t translate properly. Vigdis remembered Kareet writing down the explanation of numbers she wrote on the shuttle bay wall, so that should be understandable, even if she might have to look up the reference chart.

”We have a holiday to commemorate the fallen, regardless of which side they fought on, but we don’t exactly ‘venerate’ warriors. There were at times cultures and religions who held martial prowess in high regard - the island my family comes from was discovered by people whose faith claimed only those who fell valiantly in battle would go to the good part of their afterlife - but not anymore. That was, what, 1200 years ago?” She made a guess, once again converting the time to K-A days. ”But pretty much every nation has a standing army. It’s better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it, plus an army is a lot of fit people with useful equipment who are used to working together, which is useful if you need to clean up a natural disaster, like a flood or a volcanic eruption. A few nations still retain conscription, but most human soldiers are volunteers, joining up for one reason or another.” Vigdis chose not to let Kareet know most humans instead venerated celebrities and online influencers, not knowing where to begin explaining those to a late medieval bird.

”But for all the bad things about war, it would be dishonest not to mention how conflict drives innovation. I don’t mean to promote warfare, but for example, the technology that enables us to leave a planet began as an alternative to our alternative to a catapult during that war I mentioned earlier. Flying machines, weather forecasting, machines that allow us to see heat given off by objects an let us see in complete darkness, ships that sail underwater, countless medicines, computers…“ She tapped her wristpad and the tablet to indicate the last one, having noticed the locals calling them ‘golems’, ”All were initially developed for or had its development accelerated by military use, sometimes by accident.” She still couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of microwave ovens being invented when a technician working on a radar antenna noticed a chocolate bar in his pocket was melting.