America was growing powerful in the 1800s. It was no threat to the powers of Europe, but it had natural resources that never ran out. Sooner or later, it would eclipse Europe. The European branches of my family did not wish that to happen and concocted many schemes to stop it. There were many bullets in the guns aimed at America in those years. One of them was aimed at the Jeffersonian Republicans. That had many unintended consequences.
All of our trading is a cover for what we really do. You see, we do a lot of research, looking for stuff that most people don’t know about. And even here, I really can’t talk about it. Charles has a lot of questions, the kinds of questions our governments don’t want answered. So we’re looking for evidence. And if we happen to be someplace where somebody needs help, well we get right neighborly and help them. Makes for real good press coverage for all us Cowboys.
Pleasantdale is one of those ironic names given to worlds that are anything but. It’s a large, hot world with a thin, barely breathable atmosphere. And to top it off, it has horrible natural resources compared to other worlds in the system. Still, it was technically habitable without any need of terraforming to human norms when we discovered the system. Because of that, it actually has an impressive population. Not rich on a galactic scale, but, perhaps, pleasant.
My family in America did what we always do in every nation. We promoted local business, helped elect friendly politicians, and waved the Red, White, and Blue like everybody else. From New England to Dixie, we became pillars of our communities, absolutely loyal citizens of our States. And we promoted extravagant Independence Day celebrations, recognizing the Divine Providence that gave all of us this amazing nation to live in.
After The War and Charles’ little family issues boiled over, we sorta just went out did stuff. We traded all over the place, flew everywhere we could reach, and did a lot of research and other stuff too. Even me. It’s nice to not be shooting everything that moves. We actually do come in peace now. We shoot to kill of course…well…maybe wound. Some planets get jumpy when we start filling their citizens with holes, no matter what they did to earn it. Inconsiderate.
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