We found the Lucas Cats on two of San Lucas’ major continents. The first was a tall and relatively narrow continent reaching from the warm equator up to the cold polar regions. It has a wide range of landscapes, starting with the rain forests in the south. A vast mountain range bisects the central region from coast to coast, and thick forests run to the rainforest in the south or the arctic wilderness in the north. The mountain peaks are year-round frozen wildernesses of their own, with the last of the trees dying off far down their flanks. The only easy travel from south to north goes through the deep mountain passes under cover of thick evergreen forests. Only a few large rivers and lakes break the nearly constant tree cover, and powerful tides caused by San Lucas’ large moon create wide and beautiful sandy beaches thousands of kilometers long. And the powerful hurricanes that often hit the continent’s southern half make the first hundred kilometers or so of land virtual no-go zones for the more intelligent of the Lucas Cats. We simply built hurricane-resistant buildings and enjoy the beautiful vistas as long as the planet is not trying to kill us. And even then. San Lucas hurricane parties are legendary for a reason.
Torson is one of the more common Aesiran names out there. So is Erik. That makes Erik Torson the equivalent of John Smith or Jose Ramirez back home in America. It would be a mistake to think that the Erik Torson I met at Arnami Prime was as common in Aesiran circles as his name would suggest. The truth I would learn is that he has other names. A name for each job he performed. He had spent most of his life doing one job after another, losing his name with completion, and going elsewhere with a new identity. He’d only been Erik Torson a few months when I met him, but he’d already earned the loyalty of his ships and crews. He told me who he was in time. Once he learned he could trust me. The funny thing is that I’d already figured it out. I just didn’t believe it at first.
The second major indigenous population center on San Lucas was further away from us than the first. It was also more united. Where the first had been a fractured amalgamation of different cultures and beliefs, the second had been a unified nation. They had slowly expanded and absorbed every other population center on the continent over the last few thousand years. Every other culture had been erased from history and a culture of stratified castes guaranteed the stability of what they thought of as the greatest and most powerful empire in the world. They might have even been right. But the conquered populations had not given up their beliefs as easily as the central government thought, and we sparked the flames of revolution. They saw our first scout ships burning through the skies, and thought they were divine messages that the time had come to strike at their oppressors. By the time we colonized their world, it had devolved into a religious and revolutionary war that was waged to the knife. They wiped out half the population of the entire continent before we realized they were there and made Contact.
There are three major landmasses on San Lucas, along with thousands of smaller islands. The South Americans focused on the smaller continent due to it being home to the greatest amount of heavy metals and fuel we could mine for. We did plant some colonies on the other continents, but they were few and far between, and always enjoyed the most beautiful of coastal vistas. And the islands we colonized were similarly small and devoid of anything that would make us think an intelligent species lived there. There were extremely dangerous cats the size of large horses throughout those lands, but they were not intelligent. They were deadly dangerous, and considered humans a fine delicacy worth hunting for. But that first continent and all the islands we colonized completely lacked the intelligent cats we would later meet on the other two major continents.
Erik Torson is one of the more interesting individuals I met out in Arnami space. He isn’t Arnam at all, for one. He was the commander of a trading fleet from out in Aesiran space that was doing its thing at Arnami Prime when we arrived there. He was some kind of combination of a military, civilian, and family leader. My people compared him to the chieftain of a tribe or clan, with the trading fleet acting as his tribe. I would find out it was far more complicated than that. It was also far simpler, but it took me even longer to find that out. And it’s just as complicated to explain, as it is simple to theorize. So let me just say this. Erik Torson is one of the reasons that Wolfenheim turned out the way it did. Whatever else you hear about him in the future, keep that in mind.


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