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    Colonial Arms Manual

    This is a list of Weapons used in the Farsky Colonial Alliance setting. Stats and mechanics will come later, right now this is just type and descriptions. Images will be added later. Damage Types: Ballistic: Fires physical projectiles. Advantageous against energy absorbent or reflective armor. Explosive: Boom. Grenade, rockets and explosive tipped rounds. Energy/thermal: Advantageous against non-thermal reflective armor. Also useful for cutting through rock and metal. Some Energy weapons can double as tools. Examples include particle and Plasma weapons. Customization: Most weapons have some degree of customization Options. Most have rails to attach equipment such as lights, scanners, range finders and other devices to improve the weapon or fit a role. Most people in hazardous area exploration roles will affix a scanner or a light and a camera so they can take readings in dangerous conditions without having to stow their weapon or carry more bulky dedicated survey equipment. Weapon mounted units are not as powerful or precise but they are better than nothing. Some weapons have larger mounts that allow you to fit on a sub weapon like a underslung grenade/ Flare launcher or a grappling hook launcher. Ammo types: Caseless rounds: These are protectiles enclosed in a propellant block. There is no Brass or shell cassing left after firing these. They come in different calibers so it is possible a shop or supplier will run out of a caliber. Some Calibers are more common and will be cheaper. Rounds are usually held together in stacks by a burnable glue, magazines can be loaded quickly with these stacks but individual rounds can be broken off to fill partially depleted mags. Fuel rods/slugs: These are pellets/rods or slugs of Metallic hydrogen dust stabilized with other compunds into a predetermined shape. These shapes are made from a metallic hydrogen brick so if a main supply depot has plasma rounds at all they will any configuration desired. Smaller suppliers may only have rounds made for one weapon or another. Power packs: These are basically super batteries that can hold lots of power. These are Needed for the particle weapons that the Farsky project issue. Power packs are rechargeable so they are initially pricey but cheap in the long run as you just plug it into a high enough output power source. These come in different capacities but right now most are standardized enough to fit most weapons that use them. Chemical bottles: More like pressurized tanks of various substances, these are used in chem sprayers. They can be filled with almost anything so it is imperative they are properly labeled. Arms suppliers don't usually carry these so they have to be bought from science, agriculture or mining suppliers. Human Weapons: BZR .22 hypermag Caseless Carbine: Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Damage type: Ballistic Affiliation: Civilian, widely Available. The .22 hypermag Caseless Carbine is a small caliber carbine that is Popular as Personal Defense Weapons for explorers and civilian spacefarers. Its compact size combined with its decent damage make it popular among planetary explorers and spacefarers. It is light and compact but can dish out damage to almost anything that poses a threat. While the round is small the weapon has a high rate of fire that makes the BZR ( Nicknamed 'the Buzzer' ) a formidable weapon. The BZR has select fire settings of single fire, 5 round burst, and full auto. This weapon is made with explorers and survival in mind as it has a built in flashlight. Another Special feature is the highly thermal resistant alloy lining the barrel, meaning that continuous fire or use of incendiary and tracer rounds do little to no damage to the barrel, making the weapon low maintenance for the volume of fire they can produce. Magazine types are 60 round box mags, 100 round box mags and 300 and 500 drum magazines. Can be modified to be belt fed. CR-3 .223 caseless assault rifle/ Carbine. ( Comes in both Carbine and full rifle ) Manufacturer: Colstead Defense systems. Damage type: Ballistic Affiliation: Military, Militia, security, and some civilian. The CR-3 is the preferred weapon of the Military, militias and civilians alike. It is a decent all around combat fire arm. This is one of the weapons used by the human confederate militias. When states engage in skirmishes both sides will be using this weapon. Has Select fire single shot, 3 round burst and full auto. Has Standard 50 round box magazines and 100 round box magazines. Drum magazines are available but they are usually after market or home made. Has lower rate of fire than the BZR but makes up for it in slightly higher damage per round. Has a rail for an optic and Additional aftermarket rails and Accessory points can be added but are not Standard. CR-5 .308 caliber caseless Battle rifle/ Carbine. ( Comes in both Carbine and full rifle ) Manufacturer: Colstead Defense systems. Damage type: Ballistic Affiliation: Military, Militia, security, and some civilian. The CR-5 is the more powerful military rifle option. It is more of a battle Rifle than an assault rifle. This is what you use if you need more punch than a CR-3. Usually more careful aim is used with this weapon, user tend to favor marksmanship when engaging human sized targets. The additional power of this rifle means that it is often issued to troops dealing with tougher enemies like hostile aliens with tough exoskeletons. This Rifle has also been adopted by colonial explorers and thus is the most common Battle Rifle used in human Colonization efforts. Has a rail for an optic and Additional aftermarket rails and Accessory points can be added but are not Standard. Longhammer singleshot caseless long-gun. Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Damage type: Ballistic, explosive. Affiliation: Civilian, widely Available. The Longhammer is a single shot caseless firearm. It is simple of design and very durable. Needs little to no maintenance and is sturdy enough to bludgeon someone with it and have it function perfectly. Sometimes called a " Space Musket" for it resemblance to the muzzle loaders used in earth's past it is an invaluable tool for explorers and anyone who wants to make something very tough very dead from a long way off. Usually mounted with a long range optic this is a what you would get if you mixed a sniper rifle and a grenade launcher as it is capable of firing explosive shells. This weapon has gained a near religious reverence among the insectile race know chiffin. A small scout ship crash landed on the chiffin home-world. The only survivor of that crash used a Longhammer to defend Chiffin hives from a predatory species akin to a 18 foot long walking wasp after the scout realized the Chiffin were an intelligent species. She was stranded on the chiffin homeworld for 8 months and had 1 round out of a box of 100 left when she was rescued. She was dubbed " the Gaurdian from afar" by the Chiffin and opened the way to friendly relations with the Chiffin. Has only an optic mount and a Bayonet lug. Particle Emmitting Explorers Pistol/ Modular Exploration particle Thrower. Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Damage type: energy Affiliation: Farsky Project colonization efforts. Often just called " the Colonial Explorer pistol" because no one finds calling it the PEEP or MEPT very cool. This is a multi role modular weapon system that is supposed to be able to fill any role needed. It fires a stream of Particles at near light speed. It is humanity's first attempt at particle weaponry and it is a worthy effort. While not being the most powerful know particle weapon it is versatile. It come with attachment points for a vast array of add-ons. Under the Barrel a stunner unit can be attached for non lethal combat as the weapon itself has no stun setting. Also under the Barrel can be fitted a light or a scanner. It has a mount for various optics and with a steady hand and an attachable butt stock it can be used for sniping just as well as it can be used for close and mid range combat. It has multiple power settings 1-5 and this determines how long the power cell will last as the higher the setting the more charge it consumes. Aside from power settings it has a setting for either pulse or continuous beams. Pulses are more powerful, expelling the charges immediately while beam does so over a longer period of time but is useful for when you are cutting through something or heating an object. This weapon was made possible through multi-specie cooperation. While not huge this is not a very concealable weapon as it is meant to be openly carried in the field, also it is not a loud weapon but it is in no way stealthy as it fires a particle beam that emits visible light. Personal Energy Weapon/ PEW-2 Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Damage type: Energy Affiliation: Farsky Project colonization efforts. The same joker that Named the PEEP had his hand in the PEW-2. The PEW-2 is often called a "Laser Luger" because it resembles the fire arm that debuted on earth in 1898. This is a far less versatile weapon than the Explorer pistol, it is smaller and more concealable but has fewer attachment options, has only 3 power settings and can't be made to emit a continuous beam. This is a simple weapon for making things dead while not breaching the hull of your ship with a bullet. It is still a bad idea to fire one of these inside a ship though. Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions, Designed by Hecubites Damage type: Energy/ Thermal Affiliation: Farsky Project colonization efforts. The unimaginatively named Plasma shotgun is a powerful but Dangerous weapon that is being supplied to the farsky Project. Special training is needed to use this weapon safely and effectively. The Plasma shotgun turn shotgun shell like fuel rods into burst of super heated gas. Can be set to fire in an adjustable cone or into cohesive bolts or balls that dissipate over distance and are still effected by gravity. This weapon is only meant for close to medium range and becomes useless passed certain distances. One Glaring disadvantage of this powerful weapon is over heating when fired too rapidly. The weapon will stop firing when over heat is reached and begin cool down procedures instead of exploding like older plasma weapons made by humans. Rapid cooling units can be installed that have 3 one time use canisters of coolant gas to prevent shutdown from heavy use but it takes an equipment mount slot. Putting 2 off the cooling units on is common for those that use these as a Squad assault weapon, relying on other people to have scanners or range finders. HotShot PPW Personal plasma weapon Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions, Designed by Humans but needs Hecubite manufactured parts. Damage type: Energy/ Thermal Affiliation: Farsky Project colonization efforts. The " Plasma 6 gun" is a personal plasma weapon that resembles a magnum revolver and even has a 3 position switch that resembles a hammer. The 3 positions are "safe" "fire" and "special fire". Special Fire is a secondary fire mode that is determined by a chip that fits into a slot in the weapon's Handle. Currently there is only one module slot. the Avalible modules are "powershot" Which fires a more powerful single shot but consume 3 slugs, "Burst shot" which fires 3 slugs in quick succession and "Splash shot" Which also uses 3 slugs to fire a larger ball of looser plasma that splashes out on impact creating an area of effect cloud of heated gas. The weapon has a cylinder with 6 chambers, and each cartridge hold 3 slugs. On normal fire 1 slug is fired giving you 18 shots. The secondary fire modules use ammo more quickly so to prevent running dry in the heat of the moment each time Special fire is used the switch returns to the second position which is single fire. Given the more controlled nature of this weapon, there are fewer restrictions on who can obtain these. Any Colonist who can afford one or convince someone that they should be issued one can get them after taking a training course. No Aftermarket modifications exist for these at the present so any extra features will have to be designed and made by an engineer. There is always a risk that modifying one of these can cause it to blow up so many people leave them as is until customization skills improve. BT-3 "Heater" Personal Pocket Plasma Pistol Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Damage type: Energy/ Thermal Affiliation: Civilian, military, Widely available This is the most Ubiquitous if least powerful plasma weapon and is the result of Human efforts to make their own Plasma weapon without Hecubite help. While not very powerful it is concealable and reliable. Most Lifeforms on Hecuba are weakest to thermal damage so these are popular among humans living on Hecuba. They are also slightly less lethal when it comes to fighting human as hits cauterize wounds meaning that death by blood loss is not a factor. Not powerful enough on their own to be an explorer's main weapon these make suitable back weapons. Have 40 round magazines so what they lack in power they make up in capacity. Still can be lethal to unarmored targets and can start fires so caution should be used when deploying them. Or not, cause who doesn't love seeing their enemy's clothing burst into flames. Farstriker Caseless Sniper rifle. Manufacturer: Colstead Defense systems. Damage type: Ballistic Affiliation: Military, Militia, security, and some civilian. This is a long range precision Rifle. It uses the same .308 caseless rounds as the CR-5. It is a good weapon but lacks the sheer power and reputation of the Frontier Arms Longhammer. It is the go to weapon when you want to end someone from far away but don't need them blown to pieces. Has Better follow up shot rate as it is magazine fed and has less kick then the Longhammer. DP-1 Caseless Sidearm Manufacturer: Colstead Defense systems. Damage type: Ballistic Affiliation: Military, Militia, security, and some civilian and Farsky project. This is the Standard Sidearm for most Security and military personal. It also has wide popularity on the civilian market. It has an integral laser sight and flashlight. It is an all around reliable pistol so it has made it into the Farsky Program as the standard issue ballistic pistol. They are lightweight and very durable while remaining easy to manufacture so they can be produced on site on distant worlds after small Factories are activated. Standard 25 Round magazine. MC-8 "Mule" and "Defender" Magnum Pistol Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Damage type: Ballistic, explosive. Affiliation: Civilian, widely Available. Farsky Program This is the harder hitting option for side arms. It got is name when one of the designers said it "Kicks like a mule." Most consumers don't know what a mule is but the Name was immortalized when the phrase was used in the marketing campaign for it. It comes with only a 10 round capacity but the power in the round makes up for the lack of capacity. Because of the recoil of this weapon it is near useless when fired rapidly due to muzzle climb so precision is more this weapon's domain. Since the slugs of the rounds are larger more specialized rounds exist for these such as Cryo, incendiary, Shredder and low explosive rounds are available. This weapon has a sub type called the "Defender" and is most popular on Hecuba. The Differences between a "Mule" and a "Defender" are minor and one can easily be made into the other. The Defender has a longer more sturdy heat resistant barrel and is often loaded with Incendiary rounds. Since life forms on Hecuba are more vulnerable to fire than to ballistic damage, these are used to protect cities from the Nastier lifeforms that live on Hecuba's surface. Most People who have lived on Hecuba's surface will be familiar with the Defender. Chem sprayer pistol. Manufacturer: BioSystems-tech or Alien manufacture Damage type: Chemical Affiliation: Civilian, Sciences and miners. Farsky Program This really isn't a weapon but people use it as one. This is a pistol shaped chemical sprayer that uses pressurized gas to spray mixtures of chemicals onto large surfaces. It was Developed for Agricultural use but quickly found its way into the hands of Miners and wild life researchers. Each profession used it for different things. Miners filled it with solvents to melt through rock and quickly sort through ore for the more corrosive resistant elements they were after, biologists filled it with irritants and used it to repel predators without killing them or with DSMO and a tranquiler to incapacitate subjects. It was also not longer before some yahoo filled it with fuel and taped an igniter to it and made a flamethrower. While technically tools these are easily turned into weapons so a colonial farmer can, with the switch of a tank, go from spraying liquid fertilizer to spraying acid. All chemical vials are clearly marked with their contents so no one accidentally sprays the table they are trying to disinfect with tertiary-butyllithium. Chem Sprayer "Rilfe" Manufacturer: Alien manufacture or Home made. Damage type: Chemical Affiliation: Civilian, Sciences and miners. Farsky Program A larger version of the Chem sprayer. Has greater range and capacity. Colonial Stunner Manufacturer: CMC Colonial Manufacturing Corperation. Damage type: Electric non-lethal Affiliation: Civilian, Security. Farsky Program This is an Electron throwing stun pistol. Automatically gauges the sized of the target and discharges an appropriate bolt to incapacitate. The Colonial Stunner is more boxy than Planet side police issue stunners but it has the benefit of being effective on a greater variety of intelligent species without killing them. Since Intelegent species range in sized from as small as a Parrot to bigger than a grizzly bear this range is needed. Semi-auto 20mm grenade launcher Manufacturer: Colstead Defense systems. Damage type: Ballistic, explosive Affiliation: Military, Militia, security, and some civilian and Farsky project. A high powered heavy weapon that is only used by trained Assault Troops against armored targets. Some have been given to the Colony fleet just in case. Heubite weapons: The Hecubites are an ancient and power civilization and as such they have weapon that primitive cultures consider god like. They are also so dangerous that most races choose not to mess with them despite their obvious power. Even the Hecubites realize they are overly destructive and make poor weapons of close defense. When Hecubites assume human form and use their own weapons the general consensus is "These things are obnoxious as hell." Electron thrower pistol AKA "Thunder pistol" Manufacturer: Alien manufacture Damage type: Energy electric Affiliation: Hecubite This is a hand held Electron weapon like a stunner but far more powerful. They shoot bolts of lightning and thus are the least stealthy weapon in existence. The bright flash and loud noise mean that most humans don't use these Without protection. Hecubites use them without fear any damage to their hearing and eye sight will heal in seconds. Electron thrower Rifle Manufacturer: Alien manufacture Damage type: Energy electric Affiliation: Hecubite This is a hand held Electron weapon like a stunner but far more powerful. They shoot bolts of lightning and thus are the least stealthy weapon in existence. The bright flash and loud noise mean that most humans don't use these Without protection. Hecubites use them without fear any damage to their hearing and eye sight will heal in seconds. These are even louder than the Pistol versions. These can blow out the eardrums of most races so they not a welcome sight. Positron thrower Manufacturer: Alien manufacture Damage type: Anti-matter Affiliation: Hecubite Nothing says god like healing abilities and " Fuck the consequences" quiet like a gun that shoots anti-electrons. They cause massive explosions and hard radiation on impact. They are so Devastating that most races consider these weapons of mass destruction and environmental hazards. They are consider absolutely illegal anywhere but on Hecuba. With the rise of a resident human population on Hecuba most of hand held units of these have been shelved. Ship mounted versions are another matter as Positron weapons are one of the most popular ship mounted weapons in the Hecubite fleet. Such destructive power has allowed them to maintain utter space supremacy even after their long hibernation and lack of technological progression. Most beings thank what ever deities they worship that Hecubites aren't of the conquering mindset. Fusion plasma streamer Manufacturer: Alien manufacture Damage type: Thermal plasma Affiliation: Hecubite This is the pinnacle of plasma technology. With Variable stream width and continuous fire, this is the manic lovechild of a laser and a flamethrower. Capable of melting through and burning almost anything this was the go to weapon for when Hecubites wanted to kill each other or other regenerative creatures on their home world. Also can be set to fire like a machine-gun that fires plasma bombs as bullets. One or 2 of these are available to most colonial expeditions in case they run into something that is too tough for Human made plasma weapons to handle. Gravity Grenade: Manufacturer: Alien manufacture Damage type: None Non-lethal or Kinetic ( Variable output) Affiliation: Hecubite These are reusable units that create gravitic disruptions in a small area. Depending on the setting this can be nullifying gravity and just causing people to float around the area of effect or a repulsive force that can fling people up into the air. One of the most common but bizarre uses for this is on planet miners strapping these to their backs and setting a proximity sensor and accelerameter so it triggers when they fall. This effectively turns a weapon into a life saving device that lets them shed momentum before hitting the ground.
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    Codex: Magic

    CONCEPTS OF MAGIC Magic energies: Kasha/ Mana/ framdt: A caster's internal reserves of magical energy that refills over time. The rate at which it refills vary from person to person as does how much energy they hold. Through practice and training both of these can be improved as well as learning to be more efficient in its use. Some casters compare it to a muscle, it improves as you use it. A wizard that has exhausted their Kasha while not feel physically tired and can go on to fight physically. Kasha fills faster while someone sleeps but since there is no physical tiredness associated with being out of Kasha Napping to refill it is not always viable. Varkash: The magical energy of the cosmos, this is thought to be unlimited and the source from which thinking beings fill Kasha from. Powerful or skilled practitioners can tap into this directly and for a time channel as much power as their mind and body can handle. If not done carefully chnages or strange side effects can occur, the general term for these side effects are Mana-Burns, Framdt scars or Varkash bites. These side effects can range from temporary inconveniences to life long and debilitating. Sometimes it is hard to tell what is a natural anomaly and what is a mana-burn and sometimes it is rather obvious. A person with 2 different eye colors could be natural but some with blue glowing teeth is definitely mana-burned. Mana-burns can also be fatal and in some cases, usually deliberately done, catastrophically fatal. When times are truly dire powerful wizards will deliberately channel more power than their bodies can handle and blow themselves up. It is thought that Glass lake Island is the result of this, a mile wide circular crater in which the sand had been melted to pristine glass sits in the middle of the island and has filled with fresh rain water. Converting: This is a practice in which life energies or physical well being is converted to magical energies. It is not fully known how this is as it seems people learn how to do it differently. The most notible example of this was a Skitritch who learned to convert body fat into magical energy so he would gain weight then loose it rapidly after doing grand powerful things. Most others that try to convert pass out or become delirious or become very sick so it is not a popular technique. Devotion/ The Sacred Flame: This is the divine source of power that some casters can draw upon. It is not common or well understood. Methods of Magic: Intent magic: This is a type of magic performed entirely through thought and will power and the manipulation of energies through thought and focus. Someone with an affinity will perform that magic type easily through intent even if they have difficulty with other types of magic. This requires no speaking or movements though many casters will move as it help focus their intent. The moments are simple gestures and not complicated affairs such as ritual magic calls for. This type of magic is performed by focusing magical energies with the mind and shaping them to an effect. The caster has 2 ways of accessing magical energies, one is an internal pool of energies in themselves that refills after they use it and the other is to tap into the cosmic magical energy that permeates the universe. This latter option is harder to do and takes concentration. Ritual magic: Magic that is performed by a ritual such recitation of words, writing of runes or hand gestures. This is akin to a magical computer program that is activated to make a certain effect. They take less mental manipulation of magical energy and are used for to cast things more difficult than the cast is usually able to do. These were made by many ancient cultures and so one language or writing system is employed to use them but they can only be performed in the language they are set in. Ex: A Lontracant ritual can not be performed in any other language than Lontracant. The Art of creating and crafting Rituals is closely guarded and is not an easy feat. Sometime Invokes outer beings for a purpose. Some types of Ritual magic have hand signs on movements associated with them, these are called Casting signs. Types of magic: Elemental/ Energetic: These are the typical Fire, frost, lightning as well as kinetic. This is about manipulating or adding energies in a system. Firing thermal blast from your hands or creating kinetic barriers falls into this category. There is some confusion by no practitioners about this. Blasts of cold are part of this field but actually firing a bolt made of ice is not. Water and ice are not made by energetic manipulation. Bio-thaumaturgy: The type of magic that specializes in altering the physical body. Healing magic as well as magically inflicting maladies fall under this type. Like all others this type of magic is neither good or evil it depends on how it is used but is often seen as holy. Eventhough magical means for healing and treating illness exists, the demand for medical care is so great that Practitioners of Bio-thaumaturgy also learn non magic based medicine so they can still treat people when their magical reserves are depleted. Matter Manipulation: This type of magic concerns altering physical matter into other things or changing it to function better. an example of this is someone taking a handful of sand and turning it into glass or crystal without using heat. Expert Matter manipulators are highly sought after in the Artificer's guild though it is not a prerequisite. Wizards that fire projectiles made of ice are actually doing matter manipulation in addition to Energetic manipulation. A caster that seems to produce water or ice in their hands are actually condensing it out of the air or if scientifically knowledable enough makiing it from hydrogen and oxygen. Eldritch energies: these energies act strangely with the rest of the world and are considered mysterious and not as well studied as other energies in the magical domain. Often Confused for Shadow magic bu are distinct. Energy bolts that seem to corrode what they strike are the best know example of this. These energies make people except those adept in them sick and confused. For this reason most people who experiment in this field won't do it anywhere near people because of the ill effects of it. Shadow magic: Use of a mysterious magic that acts like an energy and a substance. Has many strange effects on people and can vary depending on the caster's needs. Looked on with distrust by the general public and even some wizards. Shadow magic practitioners can sometimes alter their bodies to become a semi coherent mas of darkness. Object can pass through them without harming them but they remain vulnerable to certain magical energies. Magitech: A blend of magic and technology or technology powered by magic. A Boiler the derives its heat from magic instead of coal is still considered magitech by most people. To the general public the lines between pure technology and Magitech can be a little blurred. A completely technology driven electron thrower would still sometimes be called magitech even though magic had nothing to do with it. Alchemy: Using magically altered or infused ingredients to make potions. Many consider non magical chemistry to be alchemy but wizards don't. Chemistry: the study of non magical interactions and the properties of the physical world when not manipulated by magic. Sometimes considered magic despite being absolutely not magic. Holy magic/ Sacred flame: Magic sourced from the creator of the universe and Deity of all Gai'talar's religions. Has grown more an more rare. Devotion/Attunement: Usual users of this add divine effect to their existing magical or physical effects. This isn't learned or but manifests when a religiously devout person calls out to God, Also Refered to as the sacred flame. This can happen Subtlety so no one notices or be Rather obvious. Only a few individuals can do this at will and they are usually Religiously devout. One odd thing that has been noted is that Standing in the organization of the church has no bearing on this ability. 3 notable example that demonstrate this are High Priest Bell'wed Krontyr a Hesken priest of high stature but being considered to hold odd views, Barnough the Eldritch a reclusive Valperet mage who's field of study was considered unwholesome but always took time to attend services, and SeanHan of the coasts, a Sionact fisherman who despite being religious railed against the church and many of their actions. Seanhan had no magical training whatsoever but seemed to be able to ask the assistance of God when ever the situation called for it. The Act that gained Seanhan notoriety was when he challenged a pirate captain to a one on one fight for the safety of a crew of captured fishermen and he won by splitting the pirate's sword blade with a fillet knife. Somehow despite being 7 feet from the mast, it also split and fell over disabling the ship. Despite people of all walks of life successfully invoking the Sacred Flame in times of need no one has been able to establish a pattern or refine a method for doing it consistently. Speaker Of the Sacred Flame: Sense 1: This is an extremely rare manifestation in which the creator of the universe can speak directly through someone or tell them to do things. The Speaker can even be completely taken over to perform a task. They usually don't remember this task and awaken after feeling no ill effects from whatever they were doing even if they were up all night doing intense physical labor they do not feel tired or sore the next day and think they just fell asleep. This state can last a long time. One of the most well known Speakers of the flame created an orphanage and ran it for 4 years before waking up in an unfamiliar city in a strange country and not remembering what had happened. Skills he picked up such as cooking and medicine mysteriously remained. Often called True speakers to differentiate from the title. Speaker of the Sacred flame Sense 2: A title give to priests who show holy affinity or have attained very high rank. Some churches such as the Alo and the Hesken will never bestow this as a title. Other titles are used in its stead and the term is reserved for sense 1 individuals. Spirit singers/ Soul song: A mysterious type of magic that is not as well understood as other practices. Sometimes the song doesn't come from a person, it can come from a place or object. Can manifest in actual sound ( Vibration of air molecules ) and sometimes it manifests purely inside someone's head and can not be reordered or perceived through methods of sound recording. ( Gai'talar has simple sound recording and playback technology like Phonographs ) A milder manifestation of the later form can come in vague feelings. The are Called "memories of the Melody" and it has become a common turn of phrase to express a vague emotion that is not explainable. These can be positive and negative. Spirit Singers can also influence people with song though this is not full control. Examples range from whipping soldiers up to fight to calming them down and reminding them not to get too carried away. Some Spirit singers disguise themselves as regular Bards and play at pubs to make random people feel better. They Most openly perform at funerals and can help give closure to the grieving. People who specialize in this are called 'grief singers' or 'chanters of Lament' and are the most accepted form of spirit singers. Some villages also have dedicated Spirit singers who's job it is to keep certain types of supernatural entities at bay or to move on. General concepts: Affinity ( Magic ) : A talent or predisposition toward a specific type of magic domain or specific effect. That type of magic will come more naturally to the caster. People with strong affinities might have their carers dictated by them. An example was grand Magister Definnus Huin who had a talent with fire and could cause mass devastation thus became an expert at magical warfare despite his real interest being in medicine. Affinities also can be considered burdensome or inconvenient such as a Luntrondae being born with a lightning affinity. The water dwelling specie's normal environment makes this talent extra dangerous. In situations like this the person must either never live up to their full potential or go train in an environment less dangerous to that type of power. Casting signs: Finger or hand movements used in ritual magic, these are akin to keystrokes at a computer to enter commands. People who learn these casting signs can tell what a caster is trying to do even if they have no magical talents. It Takes some magical train or practice to cast using casting signs but not as much as casting from pure intent and mental discipline. Someone can stand there and make casting signs all day and nothing will happen unless they put energy into it. Casting signs all originated from one culture but which one is up for debate. In some cultures Casting signs have made it into common use as rude hand gestures. In Southern hesken populations Repeatedly extending and curling the pinky and ring finger means "Hurry up you are wasting my time/ get to the point" which come from the casting sign "Activate" or "begin." Valperet find this extremely rude because Hesken are often considered to be extremely patient (or at least it is thought they ought to be) so being told to hurry up by one is considered shocking. When a Hesken does this to another Hesken or a skitritch it is not taken rudely it is just taken as " Hurry/ double time it, or Wrap it up." In cultures less at ease with magic using casting signs at all is considered rude and in cultures that highly revere magic it is considered rude to cheapen them into slang hand signs. Lutrondae are an example of the former and Alo an example of the latter. Alo will go so far as to smack people's hands if they think they are being too Flippant in using casting signs. Alo hold casting signs in such esteem that some hardcore elements even look at hand based nonverbal communication as a knock off or mockery. Outer Beings: Creatures from extra or outer planes of reality. Range from the utterly vicious to the slightly quirky. Are recognized as a source of power by many cults. Realms: The catch all term for the different but connected worlds or planes that are accessible through magic. Shadow Realm/ the place echoes: This is a mirror of what happens in the physical world, a shadow of it, this is where most but not all ghost would reside. Is neither good nor evil in nature though many vile things reside there. Also considered the dream world but this is contested. Astral realm/ ethereaum: The realm that houses a vast array of places manifest. Can also be mirrors of the physical realm but are connected to greater vastness of things. It is theorized that this is where souls go after death unless something causes them to go elsewhere. Le Verld/ physical world/ Mundus, Miorgar : The physical world were laws of physics are consistent and life arises. Also just called Gai'talar Heritage memory: A rare magical manifestation of remembering all the history, stories or language of a culture. This culture is usually but not always that of the person who it manifests in. These are memories of how events actually occurred and not always how history records them so sometimes these individuals are seen as being very inconvenient. Artificer: Someone who specializes in imbuing magic into devices and technology. Also talented in crafting. What distinguishes them from inventors and mechanics is magical training and ability to imbue and tune magical energies. Totem animal: An ik'sophant ( Not human or above level of thought ) species that is held sacred to an individual. It is not required that the totem animal be the progenitor species of the individual. A Skit'ritch may have a wolf as a totem animal. Totem animals act as magical scouts or guides for Spirit magic practitioners. Soul trap: A magical device that holds the soul or ghost of a being. Used in trapping dangerous spirits by ghost hunters. Soul Traps can also be made of living beings. Some magic users have soul traps worked into their own flesh and use it to hold someone's soul for greater power or because they are not ready for that person to die. Most magically inclined people can see the state of the soul trapped and so determining if they are holding a person that is not ready to move on or if they are holding a soul against its will is a simple matter. The Make of a soul trap can also tip off people as to its intent. When made one way it allows a soul to stay there for as long as it wants but nothing stops the soul from leaving. When made another way it traps the soul of the person but is delicate and can be broken by and outside force. Reborn: A soul that has been born into a new body. They can usually remember their past lives or learn to remember them. Memories are no guarantee that you are a reborn and not everyone who thinks they are actually are. Sometimes people with mental illnesses think they are reborn. There are methods of checking but not everyone is comfortable with them. The most well know and Documented Reborn was an ancient Hesken wizard king who was born again 5 thousand years later into a poor Sionact household and retained his memories and powers but never tried to amass power and regain his position because he was happier with the new family. He died of old age with a large family and it is thought that his soul passed on, though some claim he is hanging around as a ghost watching over the surviving members of the family. Magical Focus: There are many tools used to focus and amplify magical energies. Allows for more efficient use of energy but not all magic users need them. Almost any object can become one if properly modified. Here are a few along with their cultural significance. Focuses are used because it make channeling magical energies easier and can focus their power more efficiently. They are not strictly needed but make things much easier. Rod: A wood or metal rod that has been augmented to serve as a magical focus. Is favored by people who expect to have to fight using magic. It is Sturdy enough to be used as a striking or blocking implement. Orb: A magical ball or Orb ( though it can be other shapes like a pyramid ) that levitates and moves with the users will. It can emit magical attacks and effects from it leaving the user to do something else with their hands. These are not as popular because of the mental effort and constant focus needed to control it. The benefits of it are the user can see through it and distance is pretty meaningless to orbs. They are usually strong enough that they are are near impossible to break. A full martial art focused around using an orb as a offensive and defensive tool in place of fists. The draw back is that some mages can send haptic feed back through the link connecting the user. Book: With special preparation a book can be made a magical focus as well as be a repository of knowledge. They have the added effect of sometimes having soul containers worked into their covers so the soul of a wizard resides inside it and acts as a keeper of knowledge. Depending on the soul these are the only implement in wizard history to be good or evil. It is not so dependent on the knowledge contained in the book and more about the alignment of the keeper. One Book that exemplifies this is a book on how to cause or cure magical plagues that can wipe out civilizations. This book considered the most dangerous and vile of tomes is inhabited by the soul of Saint Chiinick who devoted his life to curing diseases. If anyone opens the book with intent to do evil, Chiinick will make the pages appear blank or blight you with a nasty but short lasting malady. If you are granted access but start looking into parts of the book he doesn't think you need to see His ghost will start pestering you to stay on task and start screeching in your ear if you try to ignore him. He is said to be very annoying. Wand: The classical magic wand. Is light and maneuverable but is the most fragile option so it is not as popular outside strictly academic institutions. Imbued Knife: A knife that has been modified to channel and amplify magic. Is useful because it is both a tool for physical work and magical work. Hammer: Artificers often like to turn their hammers into their focuses, they will not usually do it for every hammer they use but they will pick a favorite that they always carry. These are not always obvious as not all Artificers will mark them with runes or other decorations. One common thing is that they often make the hammer cause discomfort or tingling if anyone but the owner try to use it. Many people thinkg that this is because their hammers are so full of potent magic but it is an effect put there so people will stop Borrowing them. When the Artificers guild started " Where's my fucking hammer?" was one of the most common things shouted in the grand workshop. Sword: Some mage knights imbue their swords to act as focuses so they can switch seamlessly between casting and swordplay. They are falling in popularity but are still around. Staff: The traditional and oldest form of magical focus. Is versatile in that it can be used as a weapon, a tool and as a magic focus. Cane: similar to a rod but made to act as a walking implement when not used in magic. Cane and rod fighting techniques are a little different. Ring: A ring used as a magical focus. Is not usual particularly powerful but is portable and concealable. Knuckles: Bras knuckles modified to be magical focus. these are favored for fighters who mix magic into fist based martial arts. Gauntlet/glove : A glove or armored gauntlet modified to be a magical focus. These are not as popular as they are harder to make them light. It take an expert artificer to make a simple pair of leather gloves act as a focus.
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  9. BigPuppyStuart

    Explorers Equipment

    Information of non-weapon equipment. Stat effects and mechanics will be applied later. Combat Information Display ( CID ) AKA Tacticle Eye Display. Manufacturer: Frontier Munitions Cost: 50 credits for mark 1 and 125 credits for mark 2. This is a lens that fits onto a helmet mount or worn on a head mount that covers one eye. Has as part of the unit a small scanner that can pick out targets and terrain. This acts as a heads up display. They also sync with scanners and electronic visual amplifiers. Since they are made for combat they don't sync as easily with scientific equipment and display less information. When jammed it won't blind a person completely as it is over only one eye. Universal Information Display. Manufacturer: BioSystems-tech Cost: 70 Credits for normal model 90 credits for Harsh environment model. This looks like a pair of safety goggles or glasses that covers both eyes. It displays information gathered from electronic devices such as scanners, range finders, satellite feeds or visual amplifiers. They are programed to display the full set of data and unlike CID units will display scientific data accurately. They also can link with weapons to increase targeting information but does not do this as well as a CID unit.
  10. BigPuppyStuart

    Classes and Background

    Backgrounds: Classes and backgrounds play into each other but it is not necessary that they match. Backgrounds will give bonuses to certain actions or interactions. Someone who comes from a law enforcement background does not need to be in law enforcement or security when they join the colonial efforts, Fresh starts are what the Efforts are all about. Backgrounds have 2 components to them. Social and Professional. An example of this with humanity is comparing 2 people from Law enforcement backgrounds. One is a Cop from earth who has just woken from Stasis and another is a security officer on a space station. They share the same profession but not the same social background. The space station security officer will have much more idea what is going on in the current culture than the cop fresh from stasis. the Social component is mostly for role-playing purposes, while professional gives bonuses. Social backgrounds: Human Confederate state citizen: This is a broad category spanning all the space cities and chunks of the Hecuba system that are considered a State. These states are rather Small and can be politically diverse. Hecuba Dweller: This is a human who has lived on Hecuba in one of the various domed or cave cities. They are not part of the Human confederate states and tend to have different mixtures of attitudes than people from earth are used to. People from Hecuba are pretty pro-gun but very socially accepting of most things. This lead to confusion when dealing with people from earth, especially the US as well as some of the Confederate States. They also tend to really support the sciences since they depend on them so much living on a planet that is a little harsh for human life. Earth refugee: This background covers anyone who was rescued from earth During the cataclysm. Most have been in stasis while preparations for finding a new home world for humanity are enacted. This can be drawn from any corner of the planet and choosing this background will mean that people are more forgiving of your ignorance of certain features of life. Classes: Classes fall into 3 types, Combat, Science and Engineering. Many classes have overlaps where one class will have skills in both such as "Combat engineer" will have have both combat skills and Engineering skills, or "combat medic" whole will have both medical sciences and combat skills. Each type has a specialty so most disciplines are not covered by one field. Sciences: Medical: The medical specialty is concerned with Life saving and treating injuries. Physics: This specialty is all about figuring the universe out and using that knowledge Biologist: The life sciences and wildlife are the domain of the biologist. Further specialization will be take through feats or perks such as plant knowledge or Animal knowledge. Hunter/tracker: This is the sciences version of the sniper but with a greater focus on non-lethal weapons and animal knowledge. This is one of the Science disciplines that comes with weapon proficiencies. Hunters come with Long-rifle and pistol, and stunner proficiency. Engineering:All engineers have access to the Tinkering perk that lets them modify weapons and equipment more easily. All engineers start off with the Repair skill. Combat engineer: Combat engineers are all about fixing things under pressure, usually gunfire. Industrial engineer: This is a catch all term for builders and Heavy industrial manufacturing professions. They know best how to build and repair factories. Combat: All fighting related disciplines. Assault: This is the heavy weapons and high damage output discipline. This is a well rounded combat discipline when it comes to fighting but they have next to no training in other fields and must try harder to pick up cross discipline skills. Assault troopers often are tasked with doing as much damage as possible on their own, this is not to say they can work with teams but they sometimes focus more on what they are doing and thus earn more Bonuses when they are on their own or doing there own thing. With training this lone wolf tendency can be overcome by taking the Support perk. Security/Law enforcement: This discipline is focused more on peace keeping and defense. They also need some degree of interpersonal skills as deescalation is highly valued in this field, people of this discipline will sometimes be tasked with settling minor disputes among the colonists when they are not operating in the field. Has light and medium weapon proficiency such as Pistols and rifles. Solider: The most general combat role. Has very broad set of combat skills but less heavy weapons training than the assault class and has bonuses when working with a team. All soldiers have teamwork and support perks Soldiers start off being able to use light, medium and light-assault weapons such as rifles/carbines, pistols and Light machine guns. Sniper: This is the long range precision specialty. While not helpless at close range they don't shine like they do at long range. They also have skills in spotting and hiding.
  11. WolfBearHybrid

    Chapter 28

    I really don't like to lie, so I usually use the method to not tell it unless I was asked exactly that. Works very fine.
  12. Mab

    Nebu : Origins

    Comic pages from Nebu: Origins. New page every month. The creation of this comic is entirely funded by patrons. My eternal gratitude to each and every one of them for allowing me the time to panel this story, nine years in the making.
  13. I owe you an explanation (Patreon post for 07-15-18)

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    I’m sure certain of you have noticed I’ve been silent for a while. I missed two Sunday posts at this point. Don’t worry, like they love to say, it’s not you, it’s me.

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  14. Kindar

    Chapter 28

    The Missing Son 28 "How did it go?" Patrick asked once the door closed. He checked on the meatloaf, it would be done in a few minutes. His mother didn't answer immediately. He heard her take off her shoes before she came into the kitchen carrying her suitcase. The smile she gave him was hesitant. "I passed the course." She sat down. "You don't sound as happy about it as I thought you would." "I am." She forced her smile larger. "It's just. They already promoted me and four others to team supervisors. I'm just stunned and a bit nervous. I got the news when the bus dropped us off at the factory." "You'll be great mom." Now her smile was genuine. "Thank you. I'm going to be on probation for three months, after that they'll decide if I'm staying there or going back to the floor. Regardless, I'm getting a fifty-cent raise. If I become a supervisor permanently, it'll be another dollar and a half." "Two bucks an hour?" Patrick sat down. An extra eighty dollars a week could mean much better food, not going hungry as much. "Yes. With that, you wouldn't have to worry about working at the junkyard." Patrick hadn't thought of that. "Or you could slow down at the diner." "I suppose. You know I don't really like you working there, there are so many chances you could get hurt." "Mom, we're careful, and I like working there. I probably would even if Joey didn't pay me, so focus on yourself. It's your money, try to make your life a little better." She nodded. "Or we could continue as we are and improve things over all. Get us some news clothes, buy fresher food. We could get you your own phone." Patrick almost stammered. "Ahh, mom, don't." "Why not? you shouldn't have to rely on mine all the time." "I'm used to it. I'm fine. I really don't need one. I mean, really, you don't have to leave it at home. I don't spend that much time here, and my friends don't really bother calling me." "I don't know. I'd feel a little better if you had one." Patrick went to the oven to prevent himself from fidgeting. What was he going to do if she just bought him a phone? He couldn't stop her from doing that, it was her money. The meatloaf was done. "I'll buy one." The words were out of his mouth as the thought struck. He put the loaf on the stove and put the sheet of foil over it. "I can do that," she said, "I don't want you worrying about bills." Patrick already spent most of his time worrying about them, but he didn't tell her that. "I know, but if it's going to be my phone, I should be the one buying it, and I should buy my own plan." "Patrick, that's forty-five dollars. It's half that if I just add you to mine." "I know, but I'm eighteen. I think it's time I start having bills of my own." He tried to be casual about it. he had to convince her to let him do that. He didn't want to have her spend money on a phone he'd never use. She couldn't afford to waste that money. When he turned to put plates on the table she was looking at him, beaming. "Oh, I get it now." Patrick almost dropped the plates. "Wh... what? I just mean..." Her smile became brighter. "I know what you mean. Come on Patrick, I'm your mother I know how you think." Patrick put the plates on the table, because he knew he was going to drop them if he didn't. What had he let slip? She couldn't know about his phone. Had one of the neighbors noticed Albert dropping him off and told her? They couldn't have, it had been really late, and she wouldn't be smiling if they had. She almost laughed. "Patrick, it's okay. I get it, you don't want me to find out about the girls you're calling." The who? She thought? He almost told her that wasn't what he meant at all. His mouth was open, but he stopped the words form coming out. "You're right," she said, not quite stiffing the laugh this time. "You're old enough to have your own phone and not have to worry about me figuring out if you're seeing someone. My worry is if you're going to be able to afford it." He had to get his brain to work again. He couldn't just stare at her. "I... err... yes, I can. I mean, I wouldn't give you as much as before since I'd be using part of it to pay for the phone, but I can probably get more work at the junkyard to make up the difference." He closed his mouth to stop the babbling. He was probably going to reveal everything if he kept talking. He busied himself with setting the table. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said as he put the meatloaf on the table. "That's not it," he replied. he had control of his voice now, and his mind. "I just didn't realize you knew." The lie tasted like ash. His tongue was dry. he drank two glass of water and it didn't help much. She put a hand over his. "Patrick, it's okay. I'm not going to be that mother who needs to know everything you do, but if you ever feel like introducing one of them to me..." she left the offer hang there. Patrick nodded. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. he didn't think he'd be able to get another lie to pass his lips.
  15. Going Home is a series that Explores the city of Tiranis through the eyes of Eric Clarkson, a returning veteran, who finds that the city has changed more than he expected in his absences. Each section of the series will focus on a different part of the city while Eric gets pulled into problems typical to that area, or sometimes not so typical. This is about 1000 words of the 7,800 words chapter. You can read the full story, as well as other stories set in the world of Tiranis by joining my Patreon at the 1$ level Going home: Strongburgh, Part 2 of 4 “Builder Division.” She frowned. “You told me you barely had any Builder Aptitude.” Eric tried to give her a rueful smile, but it faltered. He sighed. “Yeah, I sort of lied about that, but no one knew. I was trying to avoid getting noticed and drafted so I downplayed it.” “I didn’t think you could do that. I’ve interacted with my share of Teckers here, and they seem to have a drive that pushed them to create. The more powerful the ability, the stronger the drive. Most of what they do in Tecker classes is teach them control over that drive.” Eric shrugged. “I can’t comment about other Build—Teckers. I’ve done my best to stay away from them, avoid temptation.” “Then how did the Builder Division find out about you?” “I told you about the attack while my unit was on patrol, right?” She smiled. “That was a long time ago for me. I don’t remember everything you’ve told me.” He nodded. “Gist of it is that we got pinned down. Two of the three transport got shot to pieces and the third was in real bad shape. We knew it was just a question of time before the Hismerite soldiers got reinforcement so we were dead if we didn’t get out of there. I wasn’t going to let my unit die, so I fixed the transport. I didn’t go mad doing it, but I came close. When I was done we all packed in. Trust me, a unit’s worth in one transport, I know how your spinach feels.” She chuckled. “We got back to base and I put it out of my mind. We had our second date that evening.” He sighed. “Someone must have talked, because the next morning someone from Builder Division was there to talk to me. I did my best to downplay it, make it sound like it took longer for me to fix it than the others thought because of the stressful situation. That the transport wasn’t in that bad of a shape, but I’d screwed myself over. I’d been so focused on the work I never noticed the improvements I made to the transport.” He unfolded the napkin. “I’m sure you heard stories. Builder Division won’t let anyone go unless they are certain you can’t contribute to the war. They had me under guards while escorting me. I thought about running, about deserting. I knew what was waiting for me.” “But you didn’t.” There was no doubt in her voice, and that made him smile, a little. “Turns out I’m not a deserter. I must have known on some level that it was just a question of time before I was found out. I didn’t want to leave you wondering, so I asked them to give you the letter, but I guess they didn’t. I took some comfort in the knowledge that as part of the Division, my madness would be used constructively.” He sighed, folded the napkin and pushed it aside. “Long story short. They drove me insane and I built for them. I have no idea how long I did it. Time doesn’t mean much once you’re crazy. What I did know is that I built ever more destructive weapons.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why I’m surprised about that. It was war, of course it was going be weapons and not something constructive. But I didn’t care, all I wanted was to build.” Isabel opened her mouth, but the server returned with their food. Eric had a seared steak, boneless, with potatoes, carrots and beets. It smelled good, but his appetite wasn’t there anymore. “If it helps,” she said once the server left, “it was a year and a half from the moment you disappeared to when the camp was destroyed.” She had a large salad with many colorful vegetables. “Really? When I think back on it only feels like a couple of months.” “No, a year and a half.” “Anyway, I don’t know how familiar you are with Buil—Teckers, but we’re goal-oriented, and we don’t really care about what *you* want. It’s all about us. Our creations. If you need something specific, you need to give us all the details, because we’re going to take every inch of leeway available to make it our own. He poked at the beets with his forks, then forced himself to eat one. It was good. It was drizzled with a dressing that was just spicy enough to balance their sweetness. “The officer in charge told us to build something to end the war. He wanted something decisive, final. He wanted the Hismerites to have no other option but surrendering when confronted with it.” He cut the steak. “I set to work. I have no idea where the idea came from. Most of the time, the seed of the idea is something around me, but I don’t remember anything about the initial thought. I borrowed and stole the parts I needed. I took over more and more of the space assigned to us. What I was building was big. At some point they moved the other Builders to another tent.” He chewed. The meat was tender, the slightly burned crust had a sweetness to it that went well with the other spices. “I don’t remember sleeping or eating. I was consumed with making this.” He smiled. “When it was done, it was magnificent. Of course, at that point there was only one sensible thing left to do. I pressed the big red button I’d put on it.” Isabel’s fork was to her mouth, green leafy vegetables stabbed through along with red and orange ones. “You pressed it? Shouldn’t you have waited for instructions?” Eric gave her a sad smile. “I wasn’t sane, remember? Another thing to remember. Never leave a mad Builder unattended. We want to use what we create. We want to see what it will do, if it will behave the way we know it should. A friend of mine who studies here mentioned weekly explosions.” The bovine smiled as she chewed.
  16. Kindar

    Chapter 27

    @WolfBearHybrid If you are patient, things will get way more interesting
  17. Earlier
  18. Welcome to AD my friend!

  19. Welcome to post Stasis Orientation file 1. This document will help familiarize yourself with the New world you find yourself in after your rescue from earth. The Cataclysm: The Cataclysm is the name given to the event that led to the fall of our old home earth. The Cause of the Cataclysm is still a mystery During Stasis procedures, rough scans of your mind were taken and recorded in an attempt to piece together the events that occurred before our current host race, The Hecubites, came to our rescue. Brief Account from Retired Marine Coronel Daniel Mathers, Post revival Testimony: "A strange Black fog was moving through the Streets. I was visiting my Grandkids in New York and the, whatever it was creeping through the streets, it was alive somehow, it changed direction to envelop people. We never saw what it did to them but they would scream like they were being slaughtered, torn to shreds is what it sounded like. This wasn't some chemical weapon, it was alive and it was evil. My family and I ran down the street away from it, we had no plan just survive. Before we knew it, this large opening in space appeared and as we ran we didn't stop in time, we ended up in the ugliest place I have ever seen, the air was acrid and hurt to breathe, it smelled bad and there were these, things all around. They were twisted things from a horror movie, claws and contorted flesh and half-formed mouths covered their bodies, we thought they were going to slaughter us. They Shrieked at all us interlopers until they saw what was happening through the rip behind us. Then they started moving us away from it and pouring through, instead of attacking the people on the other side they formed a wall with their bodies between the rest of the fleeing people and the creeping mist. They like jumped over people to get between the mist and the crowd. The ugly fuckers were trying to protect us, they attacked the mist with their bare hands while people ran. They..... they didn't last long. I was looking back and saw what the mist did to them.... I wish it didn't. They were being ripped apart while being melted, they screamed but kept fighting. The mist slowed to deal with them. The things died for us. Soon more other things showed up and they had weapons of some sort, they pulled everyone away from the opening and went through, they started shooting at the mist and that seemed to drive it back a little. My son in law, an NYPD officer drew his duty weapon and joined in the firing line and a bunch of other people with guns followed suit. Bullets didn't do anything, we tried shooting at it before, but the... the things, seemed to appreciate the help. Around this time people started coughing and passing out, the air here was pretty bad. Some sort of vehicles came and the occupants started passing out some sort of breathing masks with air tanks and moving. They took us to some kind of hospital. Later I found out from a bunch of new arrivals that the, whatever they are were sending in troops of some sort to evacuate people. The guy I was talking to about this said that they had sent some kind of ships and were loading up people by the millions while they fought back the mist that seemed to be appearing all over the world. He said he was picked up in London and he swears the mist formed tentacles or some sort and attacked the rescue ships the Ailen things had sent. He said the Crews got out and kept the mist occupied with ground assaults. Some people stayed to help them instead of being evacuated. He then started crying that his wife had stayed behind to fight and I couldn't get anything more from him. I left him alone. An hour later I started coughing up blood and passed out. I guess someone stuck me in one of the fuckin gel coffins you just pulled me out of. Where the fuck are my pants anyway?" Stasis: Stasis should be a familiar concept from science fiction. But if not it is Medically induced near death in which biological activity is brought to a minimum. The Specific process used by our host species, the Hecubites, repairs cellular damage and Corrects many organ deficiencies and nerve damage so you may find that you feel different than you did before rescue. The rate of Aging with Hecubite stasis modules is nearly undetectable, so your physical state is no indication of how long you have been in Stasis. If you want to know how long you have been in stasis, ask your attendant. Different Stasis technology exists so be sure to research what method is being used should you decide to return to stasis for whatever reason. Currently, the majority of the human population rescued from earth is in Stasis awaiting improved living conditions or new worlds to settle. Hecubites: Hecubites are the name given to the inhabitants of the Planet we have Dubbed Hecuba. Hecubites are a monosex polymorphic Apex predator with the ability to mimic other life forms. They all have the natural ability to analyze and copy genetic material from any biological source they encounter. This means that they borrow traits from any organism that will benefit them. The can consume or assimilate entire organisms but do not need to and often choose not to because it leads to the death of the other organism which they often consider unnecessary. Despite evolving these traits to be Apex predators, their diet is omnivorous. Since Hecubites are not in the habit of Assimilating whole sapient organisms to perfectly mimic them and instead extrapolate, you may encounter people that are physically strange or have flaws such as Strange Eye or skin color, or vein clusters in strange places, these are likely Hecubites attempting to blend in or make you less nervous around them. Please attempt to be polite, they are not entirely familiar with the subtitles of the Uncanny valley and may not understand why you are put off by them. * In a side note in red* ( Seriously they are creepy as hell but don't be rude to them about it. ) Interbreeding of Hecubites with other species is possible due to the adaptive nature of the Hecubite genome. From What we have been able to gather the Hecubites are an Ancient technological power in this part of space who have only recently come out of long hibernation. Their Ancient reputation has kept many hostile elements from coming into the system and interfering with Humanity. Hecubites are telepathic in some manner and can link minds fully when they physically meld. Hecubites Never communicated verbally beyond basic cries and calls before humans came along so sometimes they speak in odd manners like producing words without closing their mouths. Their Grammar and phrasing can be off as well and will sometimes just not know words for certain concepts. There are also concepts that they have that are not normally part of human language and thus have no word for them. Example: When multiple individuals decide they want a change of perspective and meld before shuffling memories and experiences between them to make new personalities. Hecuba: The name that was given to the planet that humanity is now sheltered on. The Surface is not very suitable for human life as the air contains a small concentration of toxic gasses. Vast cities with self-contained filtration systems and life support systems have been built to house the human population. The Hecubite population does not mind humans living on their world at all so territorial disputes are pretty much not existent. Hecuba is slightly larger than earth and has more Gravity but not enough to adversely affect human health. 1 unit of Hecubite Gravity, called a HoGU ( Homeworld Gravity unit ), is about 1.07 G. You may notice you are slightly heavier but you will get sued to it should you decide to stay on Hecuba. There are 7 self-contained megacities dedicated to human habitation on Hecuba's surface and several sites within the Solar system. Hecuba has 1 moon that always remains and one moon that trades orbit with the nearby planet every 200 years. This is not a natural Phenomenon and seems to be a relic of early planetary engineering. Political Entities: Hecubite Government: The workings of the Hecubite government are strange and happen out of human view. This is not out of malice, most debate and important decisions are made when they physically link together to quickly share thoughts. Every Member of Hecubite society participates in this process making it akin to a Direct democracy. Human societies on Hecuba are allowed extensive autonomy but a few Laws that apply to the entire system are put in place that affect humans. No Genocide, bodily autonomy must be respected, and slavery is forbidden. Local mega city government: Each megacity has different structure and goverment. Research before moving to one. Human Confederate states: Several space habitats in the Hecuba system have formed local states and joined in a loose confederacy. Each State has its own Militia and can have vastly different ideologies from each other. The constant political infighting that sometimes erupts into skirmishes show that the Confederacy is far from unified and is often ineffective as a political body when it comes to making big decisions. Be sure to research one before you select to join a state. Scavengers: A group of rebels and Salvagers that span multiple of the Confederate territories. They are hated in the more totalitarian regions for disseminating prohibited speech and knowledge. They Salvage lost equipment and supplies and often rescue people adrift. Sometimes considered pirates for the practice of salvaging derelicts, they never keep people hostage and will negotiate remuneration should the person they rescued be able to afford it. They never go very high in their negotiations and will not leave almost never leave anyone stranded if they don't pay. If The people they Rescue have nothing they just drop them off at a safe port. Even in territories, they are hated there is a code of honor that eases conflicts if the circumstances are met. Should the Scavengers come across helpless enemy soldiers, the soldiers will allow themselves to be rescued without resistance and will not attack while being taken to safety. Several bases and outposts are under scavenger control, the most legendary of them is called "FreeHome" and it is the most elusive settlement known. Scavengers are rumored to have their own Arms manfacture workshops. Pirates: People who engage in piracy. Sometimes approved of secretly by political states to damage the economy of competitors. Has declined sharply due to organized Scavenger activities. Pirates that engage in slavery are one of the most hated groups in the system. Such groups were almost entirely wiped out by scavenger offensive that stormed and liberated the habitat used as the hub of the slave trade. This Secret base became the legendary "FreeHome" Local Corporate powers and Employment Opportunities: Colstead Defense systems: Manufactures all military arms and equipment. Also sells some small arms for security and civilian use. The Standard issue Confederate Militia Combat riffle if manufactured by Colstead. Colstead operates in ever inhabited Area. Colstead is not picky about who they sell to meaning the minor skirmishes fought between the states profit them greatly. They also sell some of their munitions to the civilian market but often sell weaker or modified versions, though the full powered military grade is available in some civilian markets. Frontier Munitions: Frontier munitions is an Arms manufacturer that focuses exclusively on the civilian market. More than half of Civilian small arms on the market are made by Frontier munitions. From small caliber defense pistols, to combat assault rifles Frontier arms makes it all. Despite being on Par with Military weaponry, Frontier arms takes no contracts for formal Militia or military forces. Informal Militias may purchase these arms but their main market is civilians and science/exploration expeditionary forces. The .22 hypermag Caseless Carbine is one of the most popular weapons for exploration use as it is compact and powerful enough to deal with most hostile life forms. They have also Pledge their support for the growing colony efforts meant to find a new homeworld for humanity. New Colonial equipment and weaponry designs are being developed. User testing is in high demand. Frontier Drive systems: A subsidiary of Frontier Munitions, Frontier drive systems build both space and ground vehicles for Colonial efforts. They are a new company and have very little presence in the business landscape. Designers and Engineers are needed. RTM: Rough Terrain motors is a construction and engineering vehicle manufacturer. They are the big name in industrial equipment. They have also taken contracts for the Farsky colonial project and are partnering and sharing patterns with Frontier drive Systems so all Vehicles used in the colonial effort have compatible parts for ease of field maintenance. FarSky Project: The Colonial and exploration effort meant to find humanity a new home as well as jumpstart an era of interspecies exploration and cooperation. Several member Species have signed on with this. The Farsky project has spurred on innovation and industrial growth. The Hecudbites have even begun reactivation and renovating outpost and factories that have been dormant for thousands of years to support this project. If you choose to resettle on another world these will be the people that will get you there, Scouts, security, mechanics, and infrastructure workers of all levels are needed, consider joining today.
  20. WolfBearHybrid

    Chapter 27

    First things first: don't ever underestimate Lycra. This did go way smooth than I expected. I was expecting thing to be go south any second, glad it didn't happened. Wow, wet dreams with your family? Interesting...
  21. Kindar

    Chapter 27

    The Missing Son 27 Patrick knocked on the door, then remembered the buzzer. He didn't have the time to consider pressing it. The door flew open and a small tiger latched himself to him. "Hi Arthur." He hugged him back. "I'm so glad you came back." "I'm sorry I hurt you." Arthur took a step back. He was only wearing knee length shorts. "It's not your fault, I'm just happy your here." Patrick looked in the hallway. no one was there. "Are you always the one who answers the door?" "No, but this time I was by the window looking for you. I almost reached the door before you knocked." Patrick chuckled. "Where's everyone else then?" "In the pool. Come on." But before Arthur could pull him in, their father joined them. he had sweat pants on. "Hi Patrick." "Hi dad." They hugged. When they stepped back Arthur was grinning wide. Their father ruffled the short tiger's hair. "Go join your brothers. Patrick needs to change, we'll join you after." Arthur glared at his father and rearranged his hair. He hugged Patrick again then ran off. His father put a small ball of cloth in Patrick's hand. "That should fit you." Patrick unruffled it. It was black and smaller than his briefs. "You're joking." "What? It's Lycra, so even if it's a little too small it stretches. Aaron volunteered it." "Maybe I should just go in my underwear." His dad chuckled. "Just try it on. you'll see Speedos are very comfortable." He opened a door a few steps away to a bathroom the size of Patrick's bedroom. Patrick looked at what he was holding dubiously. There was no way that would fit him. Still he went in and closed the door. The room had the same dark floor with gray walls. a sink, toilet and large shower stall. He shook his head in disbelief. A shower by the entrance. He guessed it was useful when coming it dirty. On the back of the door was a full-length mirror. Taking another look at the swimsuit he undressed and put it on. "Shit." His father had been right, it stretched, but it was hugging his form so tightly it was showing every detail of his junk. He rearranged himself a few times until his cock no longer showed so much detail. "Dad? I don't think this is a good idea." "How about you show me?" Patrick opened the door. "Looks good on you." "Dad, it shows everything." His father looked him over critically and Patrick felt his ears heat up. "No, it doesn't. It just hints at what you have. There's nothing wrong with that." "Dad, that isn't hinting. I wouldn't be showing much more if I was naked." His father reached for him, hesitated and then put his hands on both of Patrick's shoulders. "Son. You have a beautiful body, you should show it, even flaunt it a little." "Isn't the point of flaunting getting someone's interest? Everyone here related to me. I'm not sure that's a good idea to have that happen here." "Among family is the perfect place for you to get comfortable wearing it." "I didn't see Arthur wearing something like this, or you. This is starting to feel like you're tr..." Patrick lost track of what he was going to say as his father stepped out of the sweatpants and showed he was wearing a yellow and green stripped Speedo. Patrick quickly looked away when he realized his father hadn't tried to keep the details of his package from showing. "Arthur had his shorts on to avoid freaking you out. Come on, let get to the pool. you can leave your clothes in there." Patrick hesitated only a moment before following his father. "Fuck, feels like I'm naked." "You'll get use to that." Patrick wasn't so sure. He was too distracted by how it felt to pay any attentions to the frames on the wall again. The patio door in the kitchen led to the backyard. Patrick stopped on the threshold, taking it in. It was gigantic. his whole block could fit in this yard. The grass was green and well cared for, not the patchwork most of the front yards in his neighborhood were. The pool in the middle of it. That pool was at least three times the size of his house. Everyone in the yard, except for him and his father were in the pool. "How deep is it?" Patrick asked. "Thirty feet at the diving board. two at the shallow end, going down to four for a few feet, then five. After that it levels at six for three quarter of the pool. It drops quickly after that. Danny is the diving fan." They had a diving board just above the water and another one maybe twenty feet in the air. "Come on. Let's join everyone." His father ran to the deeper side and plunged in. Patrick stepped in at the shallow end and walked until he was at the five feet zone. The water was cool, but not as cold as he'd expected. As soon as he got comfortable there he was mobbed, dragged under the water lifted back up hugged and limbs accidentally bushed against his crotch multiple times. "Alright guys, give him room to breathe. we don't want to send him running off in terror again." Patrick laughed. He didn't think his family could do anything that would scare him. They tried to get him to the deeper end, where they started a water fight, but Patrick declined the invitation, holding on to the edge and letting himself float. One of his brothers swam by him twice then stopped. Patrick studied him. "Aiden, right?" "Yep." He pushed himself off the side, swam under water to the other, came up for air and returned to Patrick. "You don't know how to swim, do you?" "No." "I kind of figured since you didn't have a swimsuit. You want me to show you?" "I don't think there's any way I can learn how you do it." Aiden chuckled. "That's pretty advanced stuff. we've been swimming since we were three. But I can show you basic stuff, the waving and kicking to keep you afloat in place and the quad paddle. Those two are so basic that if you don't panic when falling in the water you start doing one or the other almost automatically." Wanting to do something with one of his brother, instead of staying on the outside, Patrick agreed and Aiden had him moving about the pool in short order. Everyone then joined in, doing quad paddle races, and endurance test by swimming in place. That lasted for almost an hour before they decided to call it a draw. After that was a game of water polo with an inflated beach ball. Which had them climbing on over the others at times and the ball outside the pool more often than in it. At some point someone cursed and everyone scrambled away. Not knowing what was going on Patrick was still looking around when his father jumped off the twenty feet high diving board. Patrick looked at him mesmerized, not quite understanding what it meant when the tiger made himself into a ball. The water explosion when he impacted hit Patrick hard enough that for a moment he couldn't find his footing. When he surfaced again coughing his father was swimming in his direction. "Can someone go get me a swimsuit? This shredded another one." Patrick looked down and couldn't see any green or yellow. He tried to work out how he'd hit for the swimsuit to be destroyed. The only thing he came up with made him wince. "Didn't that hurt?" "Not anymore." Patrick almost asked what he meant but decided he didn't want to know. "Come on guys. we have a guest. I'm not stepping out of the pool without a swimsuit." Someone went inside. Patrick looked around and noticed someone else was missing. "Where..." he searched for the term to use in his case and then shrugged. "Where's dad?" "He went to deal with dinner." "What are we having?" "Dinner's here!" the other adult said, stepping out of the house with a tall stack of pizza boxes. He put them on the table and spread them, opening them. "Danny, Patrick, aren't you coming?" "Not naked I'm not," Daniel replied. Donald looked like he would comment, glanced at Patrick and nodded. "Right, I'll go get it." "Anakin's already gone, he should be back... there he is." Anakin threw the red and black Speedo in the pool then grabbed a pizza slice. Daniel swam to it, grabbed it and sank under water. Patrick waited for him to come back up, looking around when he hadn't after a minute. he screamed in surprise as he felt himself lifted in the air. Daniel broke the surface his head between Patrick's legs and his son's knees on his shoulder. he tried to straighten but lost his balance and both of them fall backward in the water. They resurfaced, sputtering water. "Okay, not doing that again," Daniel commented, turning to check on Patrick. "You okay." "Other than almost having a heart attack, sure." "You're way too young for one of those. come on, let's go eat before there's nothing left." "Dominos?" Patrick asked on seeing the logo on the boxes. "What's wrong with Dominos?" Adam asked. "You guys are rich and you ordered Dominos?" "It's good pizza," Albert said, finishing his slice and taking another one from a different box. "And if you pay more for pizza than this, you enter 'gourmet' territory, and that stuff's crap." "Watch it Alex," Aaron said between bites. "Patrick maybe a foodie." Patrick laughed. "I'm way too poor to be a foodie. I've had more than one breakfast where I had to put water in my cereal. What's the selection?" There was a moment of uncomfortable silence then Donald said. "There's two of everything, so don't worry about it." He looked at Daniel. "Really? Anakin, you grabbed those for him?" Anakin finished chewing. "He didn't specify." Donald looked down at his swimsuit then Daniel's. "What's there to drink?" "Albert, you and Adam go grab a few cases," Daniel said. "Do you have any preference?" He asked Patrick. "Do you have any orange?" That earned him a few disgusted faces. "No. I'm afraid we don't." "I'll have whatever they bring then." Patrick quickly ate a slice of meat lovers then had a second one. Donald followed Albert inside and came back out a minute after he and Adam brought cases of coke, root beer, sierra mist, and grape out. His fathers stood one next to another and again matched fully. The ten of them decimated the pizzas, except for the two vegetarians, they lounged on the grass for a time. Patrick found himself with Arthur snuggled out against his side and Aaron's head on his thigh. For a moment he wasn't sure how he felt about it, but then he figured it was innocent enough. After half an hour Adam and Anakin stood. "We're going inside to play Battle Crowd. Who's coming?" Patrick didn't move, neither did Arthur or Aaron. "Are you guys coming in?" Albert asked. "Maybe in a bit," Arthur replied. "I'm enjoying this." "Okay. Be nice then." He went inside. Patrick wondered what he meant by that. "I hope it's okay," Arthur said. "You're really comfortable to snuggle with." He had a hand on Patrick's chest and was tracing circles in his fur with a finger. "It is. I've never done this before. I like it." Aaron repositioned himself so he was lying against Patrick's other side. "Never? not even with your mom?" "Sure, when I was a kid, but now? It would just be weird." "It isn't weird," Arthur offered. "Snuggling is always nice." "Are you saying you snuggle with your dads?" "Or course," Aaron answered. "We all do. Sometime we'll watch a movie in their room and we'll all pile on, a big snuggle pile, all together. And that pretty much always becomes..." He stopped talking. Patrick looked down to catch Arthur giving Aaron a warning glare. "Always fun." Aaron said. Patrick rested his head back and looked at the sky. "Yeah, I guess it could be nice." He liked the image of his fathers holding him tightly between them. He closed his eyes for a moment, and came awake when he felt Arthur move away. "Sorry," the small tiger said. "I didn't mean to wake you, but it's getting chilly and I don't have as thick fur as you do. I'm going inside." The sun was at the horizon, with the sky darkening. Patrick could feel the chill too. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I'll go in too." "I guess that means I'm going in," Aaron said standing and offering his hand to Patrick. As soon as they entered the kitchen they heard exclamation of joy and anger from the living room. Aaron ran there. Patrick and Arthur ran after him. The couches were moved to the edge of the room, freeing the center for the four tigers standing there, one of his fathers, Alex, Albert and Anakin. They were facing the large screen and making gestures at it. The three seated screamed encouragement. "What are they doing?" Patrick asked moving behind the couch. On the screen characters were moving around on a field striking each other. "It's Battle Crowd," his father answered. "Okay, but where are the controllers?" "On their hands and legs. Come on Danny! how can you let your son trounce you like that?" Daniel swore at Donald, and while his father laughed, Patrick's ears burned. He paid attention to the players and he could see they had rings at all their joints on their fingers, on each wrist and ankles. "I've never seen a game controlled that way." "It's a new system by Aguiron. It isn't on the market yet." "I guess that's an advantage of being rich." Donald laughed. "no, it's the advantage of designing a game for it. They had to let us have one so we could test it." "You make games?" "Yeah, didn't you see the framed covers on the wall?" "I didn't pay attention to them." "All games we made. This new game is more challenging to make since it's... Danny! watch out!" Donald winced and Patrick looked at the screen in time to see a character disappear in the distance. "I thought you were good at that game, you're being shown up by your children, that's not very adult of you." Daniel glanced over his shoulder then back at the screen when his character reappeared. "You keep dissing my playing and I'm going to kick your ass later." "The way you're playing, I'll be the one to..." Donald didn't finish what he was going to say. He looked at Patrick, then back to the game. "Anyway. The Aguiron Room is more than the controls. It's a projection system that lets you play a game in three dimensions." He pointed to multiple small boxes around the room at the top of the walls. "Yeah, but for playing Battle Crowd it sucks," Anakin said. "Aaron kept kicking my ass." "You kept moving in front of me." Aaron replied. Patrick looked at Donald, not understanding what they meant. "Crowd isn't made for the Room, so it didn't convert very well, made it tough to judge distances and on top of that, we started moving with the characters, instead of standing in place. That's what lead to being kicked and punched." The game ended, and Anakin was proclaimed the winner. The players changed and Daniel flopped down next to Donald. he looked up at Patrick. "Do you want to play?" Patrick looked at Arthur, Adam, Aaron and Aiden getting ready. "I'll pass. I'm not much for video games." He watched them play, joining in the cheering. Watching the game was surprisingly engaging. Anakin seemed the be the best player, with Arthur a close second. An hour later a car honked repeatedly on the driveway. Aiden ran to the window and peered outside. "It's uncle Damian! Adam! he has a new car!" Adam quickly took off the control rings and dropped them on floor before running off. The other players cursed and Anakin jumped in, awkwardly putting the rings on as he tried to keep the character from being killed. As interesting as the game was, Patrick was more curious as to what would make Adam run like that. He followed him down stairs, and a corridor ending at a large garage. A silver car was stopping next to a blue sedan. there was another car next to that, a sportier dark red model. On the other side of the garage sat two minivans with still space for three more cars. Patrick looked at the silver car while Adam studied it carefully. He didn't know anything about cars, but Patrick could see some odd things about this one, for one thing it didn't have any logos, model, brand or manufacturer names on it. The door lifted open and Damian stepped out. He left it open while he watched Adam. Adam ran a hand over the side. "Okay, this is from a GT-R." He crouched and studied it. "The 2814?" Damian nodded. Adam opened the passenger side door, observing it as it lifted. "I think the doors are original, I can't think of any models that has doors that look like this, but the opening system is obviously inspired by Ferrari." He ran his fingers along the side as he walked to the back. "That's off the F-Type, the one made in 2019" "I didn't think you'd get that," Damian commented. Adam stood behind the trunk and studied it. He frowned leaned in close and ran a hand over it. Curious as to what caught his attention Patrick moved closer. he didn't see anything unusual, the surface was smooth, without any imperfections. "Why don't you have a spoiler? This is a sport design, what's the point if you don't have a spoiler. I expected it to be recessed, but there's nothing here." Damian raised his key chain and pressed a button. The top of the trunk shimmered, making Patrick back up a step. Then the surface melted up and into the shape of a spoiler. "Oh, my, God!" Adam exclaimed. "This is amazing." The shimmering stopped and the spoiler looked solid and to be an integral part of the trunk. Adam touched it with a finger, then used his hand to push on it. It didn't move. "How is that done? Nanotech?" Damian nodded. "I didn't realize anyone had gotten that level of control." Adam continued around the car, ending up in front of the hood. "What engine is in it? It is the Tesla XP? Or the Edison MAX? And whose turbo is in it? GE?" Damian didn't say anything, he simply kept his gaze on Adam. "Come on, you have to tell me. At least give me a hint? Is it an original design? Please, just open the hood." Adam was jumping form foot to foot. "How about I make you a deal?" Adam stopped moving. He looked at the car and back to his uncle. "What? What kind of deal?" Patrick felt his hackles rise at the worry in Adam's voice. He fought the urge to interpose himself between the two. He didn't know what this was about, maybe it was normal? Damian placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. "We go camping for a week, just the two of us. I'm thinking this summer, once you're done with your classes." Adams ears folded back. "A week?" His tail stood still, between his legs. For a moment Patrick thought he was going to bolt. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. I'm going to be here all night. Just think it over." Adam nodded and headed back to the hall in a daze, Damian a few steps behind him. Patrick grabbed his arm, forcing the older tiger to stop. "What the fuck was that about?" Patrick whispered between clenched teeth so Adam wouldn't hear. Damian looked at the hand holding his arm. "Patrick, let go of me." Patrick thought about tightening his grip. He didn't like how this guy was ordering him about. Then those cold blue eyes bore into him and he let him go. "Thank you." Damian straightened his sleeve. "Now, what did you mean?" Patrick looked to make sure Adam had gone up the stairs. "You just offered to go camping with him, so why does he look like he's headed for the electric chair?" "Ah, that." Damian smiled, and Patrick had to hold down a shudder at that mirthless smile. Damian ran a finger down Patrick's cheek. "You can always come camping with me and find out." "Absolutely not!" Patrick's father said, hurrying along the corridor. Damian looked him over. His father was still only wearing this speedo, just like he was, Patrick realized and suddenly felt naked. "And why not? He's old enough to make his own decisions." "Because he has no idea what he'd be getting into. I saw the state Adam is in, I don't like it, but he knows what's in store. Patrick doesn't" "Look." Damian pointed a finger at him, paused, studied him, then cursed. "Which one are you?" "Daniel." "Wait," Patrick said. "You can't tell them apart either?" "No." Damian growled. "The only time I know which one's which is when we're having sex." "Damian," Daniel warned. While Patrick stared. "You have sex with them?" "Damian." Daniel's tone was hard this time. "Of course," Damian replied, ignoring his brother. "How else should brothers show their loves for each other?" He canted his head at Patrick. "How do you think the kids do it?" "This is just fucking great," Daniel grumbled at Patrick's sick expression. He reached for him but Patrick bolted out of the room. "You just had to go and say that, didn't you?" Damian took a step back, raised his hand in a pacifying gesture. "How was I to know he was going to react that way?" "Don't bullshit me. You knew exactly how he was going to react. You don't love us, so you said that specifically to get a reaction out of him." Damian kept his face still for a moment. He had been rather blatant about it, hadn't he? Then he smiled. "Okay, you got me." "Damn it Dam. Why? Why did you go and do that? he's getting comfortable around us." Damian considered multiple expression to express his annoyance and settled on rolling his eyes. "Of course, he is. Look at you, wearing a swimsuit. Alex told me how you wouldn't get out of the pool because you were naked. I'm guessing everyone upstairs is behaving, keeping their hands to themselves? If I let you take it at a comfortable speed, Daniel, Patrick is going to go to his grave a virgin. He hasn't even had sex yet." "How do you know that?" Daniel's eyes went wide. "You're having him followed?" Damian stared at him. Didn't his brother know him? "Really? That comes as a surprise to you? What did you think I'd do? Close my eyes and hope for the best? This is my family we are talking about. I am not going to leave anything to chance." "I told you we would handle it! Damn it." he tuned. "I need to go check on him." Damian grabbed his arm. His brother wasn't the right person to deal with Patrick at this time, he could comfort him, tell him how Damian was blunt and had no tack, that he shouldn't think too much about what had been said. "Let one of the kids handle this." Damian already knew which of his nephews would go see to Patrick. They were now close enough the harsh truths would be easier to absorb. Daniel glared at him. He pulled once to try to get out of Damian's grip, but it wasn't enough. he didn't try a second time. * * * * * Patrick was bent over the bowl, but he hadn't thrown up. He was grateful for that, but he didn't move, his stomach still felt like it might decide to heave at any moment. When his stomach finally calmed down enough he believed it wouldn't rebel he closed the cover and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? His clothes were by the door, he could get dressed and leave. they wouldn't stop him. Someone knocked. "It's busy." "I know. It' Arthur, can I come in?" Patrick thought about it. He wasn't sure he wanted to see any of them right now, but Arthur had been nice to him. maybe it was because he was so much smaller than the others, but Patrick felt safer with him. "Sure." Patrick was in the process of standing when the door opened. "Do you have a key?" Arthur looked at the handle. "No, it wasn't locked." Patrick stared at it. He'd forgotten to lock it? He had been in a hurry to make it to the bowl. He sat back down. his eyes fell on the large shower stall, only now he noted the entire family could fit in it. He stopped that image from forming, he didn't want to think about that. "Are you okay?" Arthur sat next to him and rested his head against Patrick's side. Patrick placed an arm over his shoulders. "Not really. No offense, but your family's crazy, you know that?" Arthur shrugged. "I guess it can look that way, unless you grow up in this environment." "And you're okay with it?" "What are we talking about at this moment?" "Your fathers and your uncle." "Ah, so it's finding out they have sex that sent you in here?" Patrick rested his head against the wall. "No. It was a shock, but I think I could have accepted it. It didn't trigger the reaction learning you guys do it too did." He paused. "How can you do that?" "Why shouldn't we? "Because it's wrong." "Says who?" "The..." He'd been about to say the bible, but after as many conversations about it with Mother Rosetta they'd had, he knew it wasn't much of an argument. He tried to come up with something better. "Everyone!" was all he found, and he knew that was as lame as it got. "Why?" "Because you're brothers, damn it!" Arthur looked up at him. "Patrick. I'm going to say something, and I want you to keep in mind it isn't a judgment on how your mother raised you, okay?" Patrick nodded. Arthur took a deep breath. "My, our, fathers, they raised us not to have any hang-ups about our sexuality. we've had sex for a long time. Way longer than you're comfortable knowing. I love my brothers, so I have sex with them. For us, it's as simple as that. we don't see anything wrong with it. Actually, it's people like you out there that we don't get. Why do you feel there has to be so much baggage when it comes to sex?" Patrick couldn't answer. He knew, deep down inside him, that it was wrong for them to have sex, but he couldn't say why. "I guess you guys are expecting me to just jump in bed with you?" "No. we'd never want you to be forced into it." Arthur smiled at him. "What we hope for is that you'll reach a point where you're comfortable with that, because we love you Patrick. You're our brother and we love you. We would love to be able to show you how much." He stretched and kissed Patrick's cheek. Patrick was surprised at the gesture. No one but his mother had ever kissed him. His ears warmed. "Do you think you're going to be able to continue hanging out with us? Or do you prefer going home?" Patrick thought it over. If he left now, he'd be able to go to the bar, work and earn some money. but what did that say about him? Yes, he was uncomfortable about how his fathers and his brothers lived their lives, but it was theirs to live, right? Did he want to be one of those guys who judged others even though what they did didn't harm anyone? No. he didn't. he also didn't want to let discomfort dictate how he acted around his family. He squeezed Arthur's shoulder. "I'm staying. Your uncle Damian isn't the most sensitive guy out there, is he?" Arthur chuckled. "That's putting it mildly." "You guys all have eccentricities. What's his?" Arthur shook his head. "No, you're not ready for that, thrust me on that. You're not comfortable with the idea of us having sex together, you're not ready to know that about him." "It has something to do with the camping trip, doesn't it?" Arthur looked him in the eyes. "Patrick, if you press this you're going to run away screaming. Uncle Damian is more extreme than the rest of us. That's all I'm going to say." The seriousness in Arthur's face and voice took Patrick aback. "Alright." They were quiet for a time. "Can I ask you something?" Arthur asked. "Of course." "How come you don't have a phone?" "I've got one at home." "But that's your mother's, not yours." Patrick nodded. "We can't afford more than one." "Is it really that expensive?" "Don't you know?" "We have a family plan and our dads pay for it. I never thought to ask how much it was." Arthur was silent for a moment, then he got up. "I have an idea. Come with me." "Where?" Patrick followed him. "My room. I have something for you there." The walked by the living room, where the others were still playing. Patrick then stopped by the frames. "So, these are games your dads made?" "Our dads, yeah." Patrick counted fifteen frames. most of the pictures were in bright colors with simple graphics. One was called Mountain top, showed a very simply mountain with a goat climbing it. The one next to it had a more detailed image in darker colors and was called Undertow. "That's a lot of games." Patrick indicated he was ready to move again. "Most of the games they create are pretty simple, so they can come up with three or four a year. The one they're making for the new system is more complex, they've been working on it for almost a year already." They went up the stairs, and there were more frames on that wall. Patrick checked the titles, not that he knew them, he didn't play. He stopped moving. "They made Castle Crash?" "Yeah, that was one of their big success. Have you played it?" "No. I don't have a phone, remember? But a few of my friends play it." under the picture was a number, thirty-three million. "It's still being played? Wow." "What's the number?" "That's how much they got for the game when they sold it." "They sell them?" "Sure. They wait until the game's popularity peeks and then sell it. I guess they miscalculated with CC if people are still playing it." Patrick counted twelve frames, and while the Castle Crash had the largest number by far, none of them were below three million. Arthur lead Patrick in a large room. Patrick chuckled as he realized his house could fit in it. "What's funny?" "Sorry. It's becoming a game to use my house as a way to measure the rooms in yours." The shelves lining the walls didn't go up above five feet and were filled with paper books, electronic component, clothing and a clear, unmarked bottle. The bed was larger than king size. A desk had a really impressive system, and on the opposite side was a closet, taking up almost the whole wall, except for a door next to it. Arthur pulled a box that was in the floor, under the lowest shelf. "I hope it isn't making you uncomfortable." "Not anymore." He looked at some of the book titles. "But when I came here before, I was really put off by the size of the place." Advance Bio chemistry, Programing, physics, Electrical schematics. "You like science I take it." "Yeah. what about you?" "Never really thought about it. Most of my reading is fantasy" "I'm not much of a fiction reader. Aiden is though. I did try the Iluminar Cycle, but I couldn't finish the first book, it was too boring." "Yeah, a lot of the first two books is world building and setup. I forced myself through it because everyone I knew who'd read the series raved about how good it got on book three, but that you needed the first two to get a sense of what was going on." "I didn't know. Aiden left his reader out and that was the one on it, so I tried it." He pulled a hand size rectangle out of the box. "There, that'll work." Patrick was about to ask what that was when he realized it was a phone. Arthur turned it on and the air above it filled with icons. He searched through them, swiping over to the next page, then the one after that. Finding what he was looking for he activated it and went on doing... Patrick had no idea what Arthur was doing now. Satisfied with what the holographic display showed him the small tiger moved on to another function. "What number do you want?" Patrick looked at him. "number for what?" "Your phone. I'm setting it up, you need a number." Patrick couldn't say anything for a moment. "I can't afford one, I told you." "I've set it to be on the family plan, you won't have to worry about it." "I can't accept that. I'd never be able to repay it." Arthur shut the display down and looked at him. "You don't have to worry about repaying anything. I doubt dad's even going to notice it, if they do they aren't going to mind." "But that can't be cheap." "Look around Patrick, money isn't something we're short on here." "That doesn't mean you can go and waste it!" Patrick eyed the door and thought about getting out. He wasn't worth it. Arthur looked at him and what Patrick was eying. He stood and gently took the taller tiger's hand. "Pat, it wouldn't be a waste if it means I could call you." "You don't get it," he whispered. "I don't get to have stuff like that. It probably costs more than I've earned in my entire life." "Maybe, but it isn't worth anything in my old phone box, is it? It would mean a lot to me if you had it. I know it would mean a lot to the others too. It isn't like we can call you on your mother's phone." Patrick looked at it, in Arthur's hand. It was black, the length of his hand from wrist to finger tips, and a little narrower than the width of his hand. "Do you have a lot of old phones?" he asked. "Yeah." Arthur chuckled. "Every time someone upgrades I take the old one and throw it in here." "Why?" "Dunno. I guess I'm something of a packer. This was Aaron's phone. It's last year's model. It doesn't have the clip, because Aaron left that in his pocket when he washed his clothes and it was ruined." "So, your dads just bought him a new one?" Arthur laughed. "Oh no. Aaron had to work to get a new phone. This one still works fine, but he just couldn't live without the clip, and they'd come out with a newer model, so he had to have that." "So, he had to 'work' for it?" "Yeah." "I see." Patrick squirmed a little. he didn't like the image that was forming in his mind of how the phone had been worked off. Arthur looked up at him quizzically and caught him as he glanced at the bed and away. "Wait, what? No, no, not with sex. He had to repaint every room in the house." Patrick could breathe again. He pulled the chair away from the desk and sat in it, his knees coming up very high. he stretched his legs out. "Pat, sex isn't a currency. It's something you do with someone you like because you like doing it. We don't use it as an incentive, although I guess if our dads wanted to prohibit it as a punishment it would be really effective." He thought about it for a moment. "Except they'd have to call the guys we know at school, as well as all the guys we could possibly hookup with there." Patrick stared at him. "You guys don't just have sex together?" As soon as he said that he realized the idea of them having sex outside their family bothered him a little. "Of course not. That'd get boring." "And you have sex at school?" "No. That's against the rules." Patrick saw the glint in Arthur's eyes and found he was smiling. "And you always obey the rules, right?" "Mostly. I did almost get caught under the bleachers having sex with Zack. I also know Aaron and the school's janitor have done it more than once in a closet." Patrick's ears were burning, but he watched Arthur and the casual way he was talking about it. "You're making me realize that for someone who's never done it, I have a lot of baggage when it comes to sex." Arthur opened his mouth, then closed it. He turned his head but stopped before he was looking at the bed. Patrick realized what his brother hadn't said, and he found he was strangely touched at what he'd though to offer. "Thanks for the offer, and for not saying it, but I'm not ready for that." Arthur nodded, then brought up the phone. "We got side tracked. Are you okay with getting this phone?" Patrick nodded. He couldn't see himself disappointing Arthur again. It was only an object, he'd learn to deal with it, even if it meant hardly ever using it. "Okay, so what number do you want?" "It doesn't matter to me." "Okay." Arthur brought the display back up and went to work, by the time he was done he was grinning. "okay, it's setup. This is the phone function." He swiped to the previous page. "That's the calendar." he had to search through multiple pages to find the next icon. "This is your number's list." He activated it and a lot of numbers came up. "Right, I'm going to clean that up. I don't think you want all of Aaron's buddies." With a few gestures there was only one number left. "That's your number." Patrick nodded. "What are all the other icons for?" "They're functions Aaron installed." "Can you remove them? I just want to have the phone function." "I can't remove what came already installed, but the rest's easy." A few more gestures and only eight icons were left. Arthur pointed to the up. "Those are your management functions." "I'm familiar with them. Mom's phone isn't holo, but it has those." "Okay, hold this." Arthur handed him the phone. Then he flicked his hand open and a holographic display appeared over his hand. Arthur quickly went through pages and functions until he had a list of numbers up. He grabbed them and threw them at Patrick's phone. Eight new numbers appeared in the list. As he watched names added themselves to the numbers. "Those are our numbers." Arthur said. Patrick looked at the display floating over Arthur's hand. "Where's your phone?" Arthur tapped the thin band at his wrist. "I have the wearable version of it." Patrick had noticed it before but thought it was just a bracelet. Arthur closed his hand and the display vanished. Patrick studied the numbers on his phone. "What are you doing?" "I'm memorizing the numbers." "You don't have to do that. That's why they're in the phone." "Yeah, but what if I lose it, or forget it at home. If I know the numbers I can borrow someone's phone and still call." Arthur gave him a surprised look. Obviously, that had never occurred to him. When Patrick was done he showed him how to turn the display off. "Do you have a charge plate?" "Yeah, the one that came with mom's phone." "So it's a few years old?" "Yeah, six." Arthur went to the shelves and pulled a plate among all those staked there. "I have no idea what kind of range they had six years ago. This is the one that came with Aaron's phone. It's got a hundred fifty feet of range. That should be enough." Patrick looked around the room. "so you have one per room? do all the room have one?" "Oh no. The entire house is wired for remote charging." Patrick eyed the box of phone. "So those are all being charged?" "Except for the bottom ones, they needed to be plugged in the wall back then, the rest, sure." "Isn't that a waste of energy?" "Considering we can have up to eight cars in the garage being charged, a box of old phones won't really be noticed." Patrick shook his head. It was still wasteful. He didn't say anything, it was their money they were spending. "How about we join the others?" Patrick looked for a place to put his new phone and was reminded again he was only wearing a very tight swimsuit. He couldn't believe how natural it felt when no one drew attention to the fact he was pretty much naked. "Where are your clothes?" "In the bathroom you found me in." "We can drop it off there before joining the others." They exited the room and walked by a partially opened door. Moaning and groaning came from it. With a quiet curse Arthur quickly closed the door. Patrick stared at it. "That was...?" "Our dads. It's their room. they're usually better at closing the door." Patrick wasn't really listening to him. His fathers were in there doing it, having sex. He swallowed and marched to the stairs. Arthur rushed after him. "Are you leaving?" Patrick shook his head, repeating to himself that he wasn't going to let what his fathers did in the privacy of their room chase him away. While studiously not thinking about the thing he really wanted to do, which was go peek in that room and see what they were doing. Back in the living room three of his brothers were playing, the other three on the couch, watching them while snuggled together. Patrick noted theirs hands were caressing each other in a way that was definitely more than casual. That stopped when Arthur cleared his throat. "There you are." Albert said. "We through the folks kidnapped you." "No, I gave Pat Aaron's old phone, and I had to set it up." Patrick nodded, his gaze on the guys' crotch, the way the swimsuits showed everything made it even more clear what the intent of the caressing had been. There was a cheer and he looked up, ears burning. "Alright, we'll finally be able to call you. what's your number?" "I'll give it to you later," Arthur said. Not wanting to look at his brothers again, he looked around the room, and realized Damian wasn't there. "Where's Damian?" "He went with the folks." Adam said. "To their room?" Patrick said in surprise. Adam hesitated. "Y, yeah?" "They forgot to close their door," Arthur said. "We heard what they were up to." His brothers looked at Patrick with concern, but he didn't pay attention to them. He was reeling at the realization Damian was having sex with his fathers. He'd said as much in the garage. something else bothered him, underneath the shock, Patrick was a little jealous of him. He forced the feelings aside. He didn't want to deal with that right now. He wanted to spend time with his brothers, with his family. he couldn't do that if he dwelt on what happened behind closed doors or when he wasn't in the room. He answered the worried looks with a forced smile. "I'm not leaving. I don't have any rights to dictates what happens in their room. But, is there any chance we can all put on something a little less revealing? I get you guys are really comfortable with yourselves, but being able to see how... err... excited you are is kind of uncomfortable." With a series of curses the guys on the couch covered themselves before running off. The ones standing laughed. "I wouldn't laugh too much," Patrick said. "You might not be, err... hard, but you aren't leaving much to the imagination." "Sorry," Albert said, trying to act casual as he covered himself. "We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "It's okay," Patrick tried to be casual too. "Most of the time I kind of forgot about it, it's just here and there that I get reminded we're not wearing much, and some of you really shouldn't be wearing something that tight." Aaron tilted his head. "What do you mean, some of us? You also fill yours nicely." Patrick blushed hard and was happy the couch hid his lower half. The idea they had ogled him during the day made him uncomfortable. He very much wanted to leave, to retreat to the safety of his mother's house. But again, he forced himself to stay and think. They had looked him over, but he hadn't noticed it and they hadn't made any sort of comments about it until he brought it up. He came out of his thought when someone draped sweat pants over his shoulder. He put them on quickly and felt much less exposed after. Everyone else was also less self-conscious now. "How about we get back to the game?" Albert said. "Patrick, how about you join in?" Patrick shook his head. "I don't really see the point of it." "It's fun," Adam said. "I have fun watching you guys play. I'm not interested in trying it." "Actually," Aaron said. "You fight, right?" "Please tell me you aren't planning on sparring with him," Aiden said. "Of course not. So, do you fight?" "No, of course not." "But you were attacked and won, so you have to be pretty good." "I was shot, and I defended myself. If it wasn't for my friends I'd probably ended up dead. Look, I'll fight if I have to defend myself, but I don't like it. I don't like hurting other people." "Okay. I wasn't thinking of having you fight me or one of us, but the system has a fighting game. You against a virtual opponent. I'd love to see how you measure up against it." "I doubt I'm any good." "Let's find out. Come over here." Patrick hesitated before walking around the couch. Aaron had him put on the controls on his hands. He hadn't noticed when the others were using them, but each ring was linked to the other one on the finger by a thin wire. Aaron also placed arm bands on his forearms, biceps, ankle, top of his calves and thighs. "You guys weren't using that." "CC doesn't really use arm and leg movements. just foot forward and back to move. everything is in the finger motion. For the fighting game it uses more points. The projectors also have sensor that tracks out your body, but they can't do fine details." He moved to the side and a blocky male figure appeared with no features. It had a fist extended in front of itself. "Put your main hand on his fist. It's a calibration thing." Patrick did it and his hand went through it. "Is it suppose to do that?" "Yeah. We don't have a sensory suit. Just put your hand where you see his and hold it there. He'll move once he's calibrated. The game uses a point system. the more vital a spot you hit the more point it's worth. Forearms and shins don't have any value." "So I use that to block." "The points you've accumulated shows above his head. When it resets it's because you've advanced to the next level. It gets progressively more difficult." "I don't know any fighting styles, is that going to cause problems?" "No, the game has enough learning capability that it will adapt to challenge you." The opponent took a step back and brought his hands up. "It's ready, have at it." Aaron moved to the side Patrick stood there, waiting for it to make the first move. "You have to attack it to get it started." Patrick reminded himself it was a game, he wasn't going to hurt anyone by starting this fight. He punched it, it moved back and responded. He hadn't expected the punch and it struck him in the side. the fist stopped as if it had made contact, but he didn't feel anything. When he struck it again it dodged, he expected it and hit it hard across the jaw to knock it out. His fist went through the head and he lost his balance. "You okay?" Anakin asked. "Yeah, didn't expect that." "You don't have to make actual contact, if you get about an inch from the image it counts." "Okay, got it." He punched at it, not putting any force in the blow, just aiming it. he struck it a few times in succession, easily blocking of avoiding it's blows. Then it started avoiding more of his. He focused on what he felt were the holes in its defenses and got in more blows. After that it had him on the defensive for a time. At some point Patrick stopped thinking. he used his fists, knees, feet, elbows to attack it and it countered faster and faster. He was sweating, but he was enjoying himself, forgetting it was just an image, but still knowing it wasn't a real person. They exchanged blows after blows until Patrick found he couldn't keep up with it and it stuck him in the chest a quick half dozen time. There was a chime and his opponent disappeared. "What happened?" Patrick asked, panting. No one answered. He looked at them, and they were staring at him, his fathers and Damian included. "What?" "I thought you said you didn't know how to fight." Alex said. "I don't." "You made it to level eight." "Okay, is that good?" "Level eight would be purple belt if you want a martial art analog," his father said. "I still don't know what that means." "You know what a black belt means, right?" Aaron asked. "Sure, the guy's a master." "Not really, he's proficient and can move on to the advance stuff. Think of it as having enough schooling in something to get a job. Purple puts you only two belts away from getting a black one. Considering you said you didn't know how to fight, that's really impressive." "I guess I do know how to fight a bit, I've been attacked enough over the years. I just never thought about it as 'knowing' how to fight, you know? What?" he asked Damian, who was watching him carefully. "You adapted very quickly to changes your opponent threw at you. It only got the best of you once your stamina ran out." "Okay." "If you build up your endurance, you'll be able to last longer." "Ignore him," his father said. "Dam's always analyzing everything." Patrick noticed their fur were wet. they'd taken a shower after they were done. they must have arrived close to when he lost. How long had the fight gone on? "Are you going to spend the night?" his other father asked. "Ah, no. I want to head home at some point." "Are you sure? we can find you a bed to sleep in." "You may have to lock the door," Damian added. "Dam," his father warned. Damian rolled his eyes. "He has a very fuckable body, and you're all thinking it." "Damian, that's enough. If you can't behave I'm going to ask you to leave." Damian sighed. "Fine, I'm sorry." "No, you're not," Aaron mumbled. Patrick had a moment of discomfort, but by now he was used to dealing with them, well, pushing it to the side to be dealt with later. "I'm going to take that as a compliment," he said, which earned him surprised looks. "That doesn't mean I'll take you up on it. I'm not sure I'd be able to deal with spending the night, even if I locked the door." "Alright. What time do you need to be home?" "At some point tonight, maybe even in the morning. So long as I can sleep before working tomorrow night I'll be fine." "How does working nights affect your studies?" His father asked. Patrick froze in the middle of removing the armbands. His ears burned. "I'm not in school." he whispered, focusing on taking off the controls. "Why not?" His father's tone was very casual. Patrick handed the bands and controls to Arthur and sat next to him. "Look. I dropped out in my freshman year because even with working three jobs my mom could barely pay the bills. I had to get a job." "Have you thought about going back?" "After missing four years? No. I'd be an old man compared to the kids there." "You could take the equivalence tests. you might need a few remedials, but you could probably catch up to your age group in a year or so." "And how do I pay for all that?" "The test's free I think." Patrick shrugged. "I don't see the point in going through that since I can't afford to pay for school." His father placed a hand on his shoulder. "We could pay for that." "No. I'd have to explain where it came from to my mom, and there's no way she'd accept that." "I could arrange it so she wouldn't know it came from them," Damian offered. "Right, like you could hide that." "I can be very sneaky when I want." Patrick shook his head. "Look. I'm okay with the life I have. Especially now that you're in it. Just accept that, okay?" "Alright. Just know that if you ever change your mind, we'll be here to help you." His fathers hugged him, and they went back to playing games. Patrick watched, always having two of his brothers snuggling up to him. It was late in the night when things quieted down. They talked about games, books and shows, whiles snuggling. Somehow Patrick found himself seated on the floor, Aiden behind him, Arthur between his legs, Alex on one side and Albert on the other. Eventually, some of them started falling asleep and they called an end to the night. Damian offered to drive Patrick home, but he refused vehemently. He was never getting in a car with him again. Albert volunteered. Everyone hugged him before they were willing to let him go. He dressed and Arthur hugged him again. In the garage Patrick saw that the hood on Damian's car was up. He guessed that Adam was going to go camping with him, whatever that meant. The ride was quiet and comfortable. Albert talked about his drawings and paintings, and made Patrick promise to check them out the next time he visited. They hugged again at Patrick's house, and then he went to bed. * * * * * Patrick walked into the living room. The large room was empty, the screen on the wall was off. Where had everyone gone? He'd just left it for a moment to... What had he gone to do again? He couldn't remember. He went to the couch. The controllers were on it, so they had to be close by, right? He turned to leave planning to check the rest of the house. He froze. His brothers were on the other side of the room, naked, gyrating and rubbing against each other, looking at him invitingly. He swallowed hard and took a step back into someone. he spun and looked into his father golden eyes. The older tiger ran a finger down Patrick's cheek. "I'm so happy you've agreed to become part of our family. We are going to make you so happy." Someone leaned into him from the back, hugging him, his hands rubbing his stomach and then lower. "You are such a handsome guy." His other father whispered in his ear. A hand cupped Patrick's balls, and another rubbed his cock. He felt good, but why was he naked? He felt a cock press between his cheeks, moving back and forth. "Whenever you're ready," His father said, "we will be here for you." And he kissed him. * * * * * Patrick woke with a gasp. He had trouble breathing and his heart was beating a mile a second. What the fuck had that been about? His fathers touching him like that? At the memory his cock twitched and he realized his crotch was wet. He lifted the covers and stared at the cum there. He couldn't believe it. He was eighteen years old. He hadn't cum in his sleep since he'd started masturbating. He swallowed hard as he felt those hands against him again. And realized he wished it hadn't been a dream.
  22. Wirbus / NathanGammel

    GameDev

    Here are the materials from my attempts to create a game in Unity Game Engine.
  23. Wirbus / NathanGammel

    Turn Based RPG battle system

    My second try.
  24. Muddy

    Lyons of Kosma Vol. 1 Chapter 2 "Impossible Sky"

    Bull/Lion mind meld. So much for those language programs!
  25. Kindar

    Chapter 26

    The Missing Son 26 Patrick's mother was at the table when he got home for dinner. "Evening mom. What are you reading?" She had a booklet and papers in front of her. He went to the coffee machine, but there was no coffee. He must have arrived only seconds after her. He got some coffee going and turned. She was still looking at the booklet. Or maybe she was very absorbed by that. "Mom, are you okay?" He sat opposite her. She looked up. "Oh, hi Patrick." "What's that about?" "It's information and forms for the supervisor training they've arranged." "You planning on going? How much is it going to cost?" "Nothing. It's paid by the company. They're really better than the previous owners. They even had these on paper for those of us who didn't have readers." The machine beeped to indicate the coffee was ready. He poured two cups and put them on the table. He took the milk out of the fridge and shook it to check how much was in it. He placed it in front of her and wrote a note on the board about buying more. He'd have his black tonight. "Free training? that's pretty good. When is it?" "It's on the weekend of the twenty third." Patrick nodded. It was a week and a half away. "But I don't know if I'm going to sign up for it." "Mom, why wouldn't you?" "They can only take twenty people. What if more than that sign up and I'm not picked?" "Then you're no worse off than before." "What if I don't pass the training?" "Then nothing changes. Mom, why are you hesitating? it's free. What do you have to lose?" "I'm going to be gone for a whole weekend. They fly those who go to New York City on Friday after work and they come back on Sunday evening. The weekend is the only full shift I get at the diner, we need that money. And it's the only times I know I'll get to see you." Patrick took her hands in his. "Mom. I think we can manage not to be in the same house for a whole weekend. And as for the money, I can tighten my belt. You can't pass this up. You were right when you said the new owners were good people. The previous ones never bothered trying to educate you or anyone working for them. Do you want to go mom? don't think about me, or the money. Do you want to grasp this chance to get a better job at the factory?" He kept the guilt he felt from showing, because he had another reason for hoping she'd go, a more selfish reason. She gave him a small smile. "Yes, I want to go." "Then go mom." She nodded. "I'm going to borrow your computer and fill the forms online." Patrick did a quick mental check of what was easily accessible on his system. He'd deleted the porn he'd been watching, and he'd erased the history like Richard had showed him. She wouldn't see anything inappropriate. "Go ahead. I'll start on dinner in the meantime." He didn't grab the phone as soon as she left. He needed restraint. He couldn't make the calls if there was any chance she would come back. After dinner, while she was watching her shows would be the time. * * * * * His hands were shaking as he punched in the number. He tried to calm himself while it rang. "Hello?" the voice he was learning to recognize said. "Hi dad." There was silence, then a soft. "oh my God." and then. "Patrick?" "Yes, it's me." Was something wrong? "It's Daniel. Donny was right. It hit me pretty hard when you called me dad." Patrick had a moment to wonder why he'd thought he was Donald, then remembered they were twins and sounded the same. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you might be the one answering." "Both our phones have the same number. Whoever's closest to his answers. Give me a moment, I need to sit down." Patrick found he was smiling. He was talking to his other father. "Okay, I think I'm going to be okay now. I sort of promised myself that if this happened I wasn't going to cry. Are you still there?" "Yeah, I am. Sorry, I was just letting it sink in that I'm talking to you." "Does it feel surreal to you too?" "A little bit, but in my case it could be because you and Donald sound exactly the same." "Well, we are identical." "That must have driven your folks crazy." Daniel laughed. "No. We have no idea how he did it, but dad could always tell us apart." "Could your mom?" "She left us when we were two." "Oh. I'm sorry." "It's okay. It was a long time ago and to be honest, we never missed her." "I couldn't imagine being without my mom." "I get that. So, why did you call?" "When I talked to Donald on Monday I said that I didn't know when, but I wanted to visit you again." "Yes, he said that. The kids were overjoyed when they found out, especially Arthur." "Yeah, he seemed pretty heart broken when I said I wasn't coming back." "He has a big heart, and he'd not afraid of becoming attached." Patrick thought about it for a moment and felt a little guilty at having cause him, his brother, pain. "Well, if it's okay, I'd like to come over on the twenty third." "Yes, that's perfectly fine," Daniel said quickly. "If you have something already planned that's fine, I can come another time." He didn't want to impose on them, but that day was ideal. With his mother doing the training he wouldn't have to arrange for Don or Joey to cover for him. "No, no. it's fine. With the kids being still in school we don't plan anything big on the weekends. Just some quiet time at home. Some of the kids might have been planning on hanging out with their friends, but I'm sure they'll prefer spending time with you." Patrick felt like he was imposing, and he was about to say they shouldn't break their plans when Daniel continued. "The forecast calls for a warm and sunny day. We have a pool so bring a swimsuit." "Ah, a swimsuit?" Patrick tried to think if he had anything that could be used as such. He could probably cut his oldest jeans into shorts. "I can probably manage something." "You don't have one?" "No. swimming hasn't been something I've done." "I'm sure you can borrow one of the kids'. Alex or Aaron are close to your size." "Dad, you don't have to bother with that." There was a light choking sound. "Damn it. I wasn't going to cry." A moment later Daniel sounded calmer. "It's okay son, oh, I like how that sounds. It's okay, they have spares, and I know they won't mind." Patrick couldn't say anything for a moment, he was the one crying now. "I'll be there early afternoon." "Do you want me or Donny to pick you up?" Patrick considered it. He would certainly save a lot of money that way, but he shuddered as he remembered the one time a tiger gave him a ride. "I'd prefer taking the bus. I'm sorry, I'm just not entirely comfortable with the idea of being alone in a car with you yet." "I understand. We'll all be eagerly waiting." "I can't wait to see you dad." "I can't wait either son." They disconnected. Patrick needed a moment to regain his composure, but he hadn't cried this time. Once he was okay he called Don. "Don's Cup." "Hey Don. Patrick." "How is it going?" "I'm good. I won't be able to come in on the twenty-third I have some personal stuff to take care of." "That's a Saturday. We're normally pretty busy. That puts me in a bit of a bind." "I know, I'm sorry. I can talk to Kenneth, you met him a few months ago. He's the bull that dropped by on my birthday." "Do you mean the one I've been seeing everywhere online?" "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. I'll see if I can talk Malcolm into taking my place. but even if I can't, I'll find someone and I'll make sure he comes by on Friday so you can meet him and tell him what you expect." "Alright, but really, if you can't find anyone, don't worry about it. We'll manage." Then he called Joey to see about getting more work. He'd need the money to cover the day he wouldn't work and to pay to go visit his father. He'd found a faster way to get there, since he'd taken the time to go through the options. There was no way he could afford the fast rail, but its predecessor was still running, and while much slower it was also much more affordable. All he had to do was convince Joey.
  26. Kindar

    Chapter 25

    The Missing Son 25 Patrick waited a few days before calling Mother Rosetta. Primarily because he'd been working all Friday at the junkyard, and then the weekend was busy for him and her. He also wanted to give himself time to think on what had happened, get some distance. But he hadn't meant to call her quite this late, it was almost five. Joey had called at ten, waking him, and needed his help with a surprise load of lumber. He'd just gotten home from that. He had some food slowly cooking in the oven, and by the time he was done with his calls it would be ready. "St-Benedict," she said. "Good afternoon Mother Rosetta." "Patrick, how are you doing? how is your shoulder?" "It's good. I'm basically all healed. One more visit with the therapist to go." "I'm glad to hear that. Did you go to the bar like you intended?" "I did." "How did that go?" "Not how I hoped it would." "What were you hoping for?" "Something normal," he sighed. "Instead I got this guy all over me, grabbing my ass and groping me even after I tell him I'm not interested and I'd left the bar." "He followed you out?" "Yeah, he was pretty sure that what he wanted was what I needed." "Oh my. That certainly isn't an appropriate behavior. What did you do?" Patrick sighed again. "I decked him. That's when he groped me, I didn't think, my fist just flew of its own accord." She was laughing, holding the phone away. She cleared her throat. "Yes, I hope you realize that wasn't an appropriate response either." "You might want to avoid laughing next time." "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." She paused. "I guess that soured you on the idea of being part of the gay community." "Actually, no. I mean I don't want to have anything to do with guys like him, but this other guy who was heading for the bar stopped to make sure I was okay." "That's certainly good of him." "Yeah, and it made me realized that I had this single image of how gay people had to be, they were either all good or all bad. It made me realize that people aren't that way, some are good and some are bad. I can't hold the whole community accountable for the actions of a few assholes." "That's a good start, but you must realize that it's still not quite that simple. Even individual people aren't all good or bad. We're all shades of the two." "Yeah, I know I'm over simplifying it, but it really helped me accept who I am, it's weird, isn't it? What I was afraid of was that by saying I was gay, I'd have to fit into this image I had on some level of what I thought that meant. if they ended up being bad, I'd have to be that way. Now I know what others are doesn't define who I am. I get to decide if I'm going to be a sleaze or a decent guy." "Yes, you do. I'm happy you've been able to see that. Does that mean you're ready to tell someone?" "Yes. I'm actually going to call her once we're done." "I thought it was something you wanted to do face to face?" "I'd prefer it that way, but I don't want to wait until she's back. I'd like her thoughts on some things." "Alright, then I'll let you get to it. God bless you." "You too." He got up and walked around for a bit and stretched. He checked on dinner, the lasagna was coming along nicely. He was in the middle of cleaning the shelves in the living room when he realized he was procrastinating. He went back to his room and called her. "Hey Natalia." "Patrick? wow, I never expected you to call." "Yeah, sorry. Are you busy?" "No, I just got back from classes and my roommate's off with her boyfriend. Look, I want to apologize for not staying while you were in the hospital." Patrick laughed. "Nat, I already got the six messages you sent me to apologize, and like I said on all of them, it's okay. I understand you had to go back." "I still felt bad about leaving you there." "Don't, at least you got to miss the media circus. I had half a dozen stations wanting to interview me. Even after I said no, some were still trying to pressure me in giving them my side of the story, like it would be different from what I told the police." "Did they call you a lot?" "No. one of the doctor told me it's illegal for them to do that, and if they call I can sue them for harassment." "I didn't know that." "yeah, but it turns out they lost interest in me after Ken talked with them. To hear him say it, he took down Emilio." "Yeah, that sounds like Kenneth, conveniently forgetting that Bruno and Trevor were part of that." "Yeah, and now he's something of a social media star, if you look online you'll find dozens of interviews he's given. He showed up on at least one family show, and he's lined up for a few more." "Wow, he's really milking it for what it's worth." "Yeah, well, they say everyone gets a week of fame. He's welcome to mine." "And mine. That isn't how I want to be known. So, did you just call to bring me up to date on what's going on in the Brownstones? That doesn't sound like you." "No, I have something to tell you." "That sounds serious, is your arm okay?" "Yeah, it's fine. The doctor did a good job. I wore a healing bandage for a few weeks and now the scar isn't even visible. I haven't lost any flexibility or strength." "That's good. So, what do you need to tell me?" Patrick had done it again, he'd found something else to talk about. He took a breath. "I'm gay." "Okay." They were both silent for a moment. "Wait, that's what you wanted to tell me? Not, you're gay and you have a boyfriend?" "Hell no," (sorry) "I'm nowhere near ready for that. You're not surprised?" "That you're gay? I guess. To be honest I never thought about it." "How about when we were thirteen. Our moms kept putting us together, hoping we'd become interested in each other." Natalia laughed. "Is that what that was about?" "What did you think it was about?" "I just thought my mom brought me over because she didn't want to get a babysitter or deal with the kind of troubles I'd get into without supervision. And she had us play together because that way I was out of her hair while she talked with your mom." "Huh. I never considered it could be anything other than a matchmaking attempt." "I never even thought about it that way. I was happy to be your friend, but I never considered anything more serious, did you?" "No. like you said you were my friend, and there were enough people our age in relationships in the neighborhood that I could see I didn't want anything like the nightmare it seemed to be for them. At least that's what I told myself. maybe I was just justifying my lack of interest in you that way." "You didn't know you were gay?" "No. I don't think the thought even occurred to me back then, and if it had, it wouldn't have stayed. Not the way our moms went on about sin and God." "Yeah, my mom was devout to the extreme. Is yours?" Patrick thought about it, how she'd reacted to his father's visit. "Well, she is devout." He left it at then, not wanting to be unkind to her. "My mom flipped when I told her I was becoming a witch." Patrick sputtered. "You're a witch?" He and an immediate image of Natalia being burned at the stake. "Yeah. I got into it on my first year here. It's a more tolerant belief system." "So, no spell throwing?" She laughed. "No, this isn't like in the entertainment shows. We just pray differently." She went on to explain her religion to him, and Patrick found himself intrigue by it. Not that he had any interest in abandoning God, but he'd never had someone described a different belief system to him with such intimate knowledge of it before. He had to stop her when he smelled the lasagna start burning. He took it out just in time, only the edges had burned. He promised to call her again then set the table. His mother arrived moments later and they had a pleasant meal. After he'd done the dishes and put the leftovers away he took the phone to his bedroom. His mother was watching a show in the living room, so she wouldn't hear him. He dialed the number. "Hello?" a man said. Patrick hesitated for a moment. "Hi, it's Patrick." "Patrick? Hi, it's Donald. How are you? Is your shoulder doing better?" Patrick felt his eyes getting wet. "It is. I should have called sooner. I was touched that you called." "I'm just happy you're okay. I'll get the others." "No, don't. I just... I just wanted to say thank you for calling." "You're welcome." The sound of a chair scraping against the floor. "Will... will you be visiting?" "Yes. No. I don't know." "I understand." "I'm not... whatever I was when I left that time, you can tell them that. I think Arthur would like to know that." "I'll make sure to tell him." "Dad, I just... I mean..." Donald was sniffling. "I'm sorry," he said. "I never thought I'd hear you call me that." "You're my dad, you and Daniel, you're my dad. I dreamed of having one for so long and now I do. I don't want to lose you. Yes, I'm going to visit again. I just have to figure out when it's going to be." "Thank you, son. I don't know if you realize how much that means to us." Patrick couldn't reply, he was sobbing now. He was someone's son. "I should probably let you go. It's a school night, you probably have to study, and I should share the news with Daniel." Patrick didn't tell Donald he wasn't in school. He dried his eyes and wondered how they would take the fact he'd dropped out. "Okay. I'll try to call again at some point." "We can call you. I know the kids would love to talk with you." "I'd rather you didn't. It's my mom's phone, we both use it and there's no telling who'll have it when you call." "Alright, I understand. Have a good night son." "Have a good night dad." Patrick cried for some time after that. He hadn't realized how desperately he wanted a father until now. After he was done crying he erased the call from the history and returned the phone to the kitchen table. His mother was still watching a show. Something more recent this time, a police drama from what he caught. He was surprised at his lack of anger at her for keeping his father secret from him. As angry as had been on learning about the lie, he'd imagined that the day he accepted his father in his life he would hate her for keeping him fatherless for so long, but he didn't feel that. She was his mother, and he loved her. She had her faults, but he loved her anyway. But she wouldn't keep him away from his father. It was his life to live and he wanted his father in it. She'd have to find a way to deal with that. He bent over her and kissed her head. "I'm turning in. Joey needs me to come in the morning, we still have a lot of stuff to move from today's delivery." she smiled at him. "Alright. you sleep well I'll see you in the morning." "You too. I love you mom." "I love you too Patrick."
  27. Wow, I didn't actually know that now the site has some parts of it translated to Russian! just a bit weird but I'll get used to that :)

     

    BTW how are you all?

    1. Alex Wright

      Alex Wright

      If you have more translations, we can get more of it translated for that language pack!

    2. Gureii

      Gureii

      Sure thing! I'd love to elaborate on that if you wish. Kinda need some practice anyway

  28. Jeffy

    Jeffy Pics I Done Bought On Twitter

  29. WolfBearHybrid

    Chapter 24

    "The fags were the sleazy ones, and the gays were like that jaguar, normal guys, other than being attracted to guys. okay, he could make that work. He was gay, but he wasn't a fag. He'd never be a fag." For some reason, I used to think like that a long time ago... well, the LGBT+ community is like any other, mostly people just wanting to live their life's. I personally don't like the term "fag" Is just too pejorative. Here in Brazil we also have a term like that, "viado", is a pejorative version of our word "veado" (Deer in English). Is really offensive, unless it's used among friend... Then the word loss it's offensiveness, and turn in a kinda compliment.
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