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.
The indigenous civilization on San Lucas was several thousand years old when we colonized their world. One of the major population centers was on the cusp of an industrial revolution that probably would have made them the dominant planetary culture in a few decades. We could have detected that from planetary orbit. They were centuries into a cultural revolution similar to our own Enlightenment period that had sparked numerous small revolutions and civil wars as the unity of the old empire failed. Numerous younger colonial realms were already on the rise after winning their own freedom, and the empire itself was devolving into a serious civil war between those supporting the old regime and something our historians compared to Earth’s Young Turk movements. It was one of those Young Turks who was saved by that human veterinarian and later initiated the first major Contact between our races.
Yes…three of them.
Thursday was the normal First Thanksgiving for me, with my Mom’s family coming down from up North to eat with the whole clan. But the southern parts of the clan couldn’t make it out on Thanksgiving day due to being on call.
So Second Thanksgiving was arranged on Friday so we could eat again with the southern branch, leftovers of the Thursday meal that were just as good, and filling, as they were the first time.
Then there was my Dad’s family having Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday, so I went there as well.
I feel stuffed, plucked, and ready to serve right now.
But I’m also about as happy as a satisfied Hobbit…


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