People ask how we could have lived on a world with a major indigenous civilization in the middle of multiple major wars and never realized it. The answer is simple. We settled the coastal regions and did not enter the jungles in large numbers. Their largest and most powerful civilizations were in the deepest parts of the rainforests or jungles and they didn’t go to the coasts. There was water there, and everybody knows that no self-respecting cat wants to be anywhere near water if they can help it. Also, they weren’t exactly an industrial society. There were no train tracks or factory plumes for us to detect while flying overhead. They weren’t noble savages or anything like that, though. They had complex societies complete with large cities, small villages, several major religions, numerous international borders, and large standing armies. They’re actually more like us than the Peloran or Arnam. There’s a reason for that.
Everybody loves a good Black Friday sale, including my humble self. It’s the start of the Christmas season, a time for fighting over cheap TVs and shopping until you drop from sheer exhaustion. Mmmm…on second thought, maybe Black Friday should be enjoyed at home in front of a computer, where you can be safe from the other denizens of this world. If you agree with me on that, well I have a Black Friday deal for you.
Captain Jack of Hart Squadron, Republic of Texas Marine Corps Fighter Attack Wing 112, the Cowboys, is a man who puts his dashing sense of style on display for everyone to see. One of his many mottos is, “The better you look, the better people will think of you.” Now you too can be like Jack, or one of the more respectable Cowboys if you prefer, with this new shirt sporting the fantastic new insignia (drawn by the talented Matt Maeda) of the Jack of Harts VMFA-112.
Serious note: The Jack of Harts VMFA-112 is named in honor of the real life Marine Fighter Attack Squadron 112, the Cowboys, veterans of World War II and conflicts through to the modern day. Because of these aviators, and everyone else who has served, I am free to bring my dreams to life. I will never forget.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.
Today is a day in America where we thank God for the blessings we have.
Mine would start with being alive. That’s actually rather important. I burst an appendix last year, blew it wipe open, so being alive is an achievement for me. And I have sleep apnea, so I have one of those nice little breathing elephant hoses pushing air into my nose so I can sleep better. Let me tell you, you never realize how bad you were sleeping until you start getting some good sleep in.
I’m also thankful for those of you out there who choose to be my friends. Or coworkers. Or whatever. You’re in my life, and most of you are pretty cool about it. I may have had an experience in the not-too-distant past where a number of people I enjoyed being with chose to vote me off the island. I treasure everyone who bucked that vote and said, “They don’t get to choose who I deal with.”
I’m thankful for my family. We’ve lost some recently. Two of my uncles (one is technical a great uncle, but he was always uncle to me) are dead now. They were both veterans, one of World War II, the other Desert Storm. But I’ve gotten new family as well. Cousins born. Marriages celebrated. Life and family goes on, and as time passes you realize you are no longer one of the youngest, but one of the middlest.
And I’m thankful for all the people out there who read my stories and enjoy them. Writing is something I do because I can’t imagine not. But my stories are better because of you. Because I want you to enjoy reading them.
So…Happy Thanksgiving to all of you who are part of my life. And know that I am thankful you are.
I first met Tarian at Arnami Prime when the Wolfenheim fleet passed through. He was the commander of one of their primary orbital stations, and took it upon himself to make certain we didn’t cause trouble while in his space. He wasn’t the first Arnam I’ve met in my life, but he was the first who was undeniably part of the Arnami military. Defense force. The exact meaning is lost in translation due to cultural differences, but the point is that he considered himself more of a civil servant or logistical organizer than a defender of the Arnami race. He was willing to be that at need. It was why he volunteered to join the service, after all. But he never really expected to have to do more than separate disagreeable ship captains, or maybe talk down some people exchanging aggressive words. He was a peacekeeper. That’s probably the best translation we’ve come up with. Not that the Arnam ever had trouble keeping the peace amongst themselves, you understand. It was the other people who came by, like me, who they had to keep in line.
The cats of San Lucas are at least as warlike as mankind can be. They were in the middle of several rather impressive wars when we colonized their world, in fact. Three, maybe four depending on the exact definition, were religious wars of some kind. One of them was extremely serious, with losses on both sides equaling Earth’s Socialist Revolutions, and destabilizing the political structure of an entire continent. Most of the others were more colonial rebellions, on the outskirts of a previously united empire that had recently fallen into a serious civil war. These wars didn’t end when humanity arrived. There were only a few thousand of us, living on the seashores that any self-respecting cat stayed far away from. We, the aliens who crossed the stars to colonize their world, didn’t matter when it came to the political calculations of power on their world. Let that sink in for a moment.



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