John Park helped the Wolfenheim Project for years before it was time to launch. And then he left with it when the time came. John’s stated reasoning was that my father would be unhappy with anyone he thought might be involved, so John wanted to get out of the line of fire. I think that John simply wished to see new horizons. A century in one place can become boring after all. Whatever his true reasons, John Park became a valued member of the Wolfenheim Project in short order. Though considering how many Johns were part of the project, they soon came up with a new name for him. Most of you have never heard the name John Park. He traveled so far away that his name faded from memory. Most people call him Preacher now. Preacher Wolfenheim to be more specific. Yes. That Preacher Wolfenheim. The one with the Pilgrim Cross.
The Branan left their homeworld less than a century after the Albion disappeared. Technically, they’d left numerous times in the years before, using the Albion shuttles to place satellites in orbit, and do all of the other things a young spacefaring race does. But those were tiny ships that could take only a few people and small amounts of cargo into orbit. A few brave souls floated through the system on exploration trips that took years, far out of reach of any help if there was an emergency, and beamed their findings back home. But most of their time was spent no further out than the outer orbitals. Then the Branan began sending larger boosters into orbit to assemble great interplanetary spacecraft. Albion shuttles controlled the first of them, but the Branan built their own complete spacecraft in time. And that was when they began their true colonization of their home star system.
Dawn and Dorothy have many sisters. A whole gaggle of them joined the Wolfenheim Project once it started kicking with gas. Kara was one of them. I heard rumors that some fine upstanding young gentlemen were moonlighting in the area, and some of our people were complaining, so I went to investigate. That was when Kara walked on in and was accosted by one of those gentlemen. She was soon explaining to the young man exactly why he had made a mistake in that dark alley. He was lucky the only thing he tried to steal was her handbag. I don’t think he would have walked away if he’d demanded anything more. She told him what she thought of him over ten minutes in multiple languages, and she didn’t repeat herself once. Then she walked away, leaving him hanging by his middle fingers, and went on about her way. I arranged for his boss to see the footage and the fine upstanding young gentlemen ceased to be an issue. And I reminded myself to never underestimate Kara’s mastery of human communications.
John Park tutored me in languages during my formative years. He explained how they were created by the underlying cultures to a young man more interested in girls than language. He taught me how to woo girls in a dozen languages, and how to question every sacred cow of nations and cultures. And he taught me to question the traditions of my family. My father did not appreciate this once he discovered the extent of John’s teachings and banished him from the family, but my father was too late. John made me the man I am today. Then he joined the church, became a pastor, and spent a century staying out of the news. I tracked him down after that, and it was not long before he was part of the Wolfenheim Project.
Today is the day to remember what generations of American patriots have fought for. We remember their sacrifice, and we celebrate what they gave us. We remember the Declaration of Independence that brave men signed in the face of a worldwide empire. We remember those who signed the Constitution we live with two centuries later. We stand outside in the evening light and celebrate the birth of our nation by blowing a piece of it up. Today, in typical American fashion, we celebrate our Independence Day.




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