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© 2019 by Walter Reimer
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In the holographic projection room, the sun was shining while fluffy white clouds drifted on a northerly breeze and birds sang in a nearby forest. In the distance the inhabitants of the closest village went about their daily lives.
While completely ignoring the screams and sounds of bloody mayhem near the portal.
The kobold mage sailed through the air in a creditable ballistic arc and thudded limply to the ground beside the inert body of the paladin. It landed like a sack of meat, which it basically was after all of its bones were broken and crushed to fragments. It didn’t even bounce.
The paladin had fared scarcely better, forcibly stripped of her enchanted armor, eviscerated almost in passing, and her head twisted back to front so violently that it was now connected to the body solely by its trachea.
The two lifeless figures shimmered, faded away, and reappeared a short distance away, exactly where the game had been saved before they tried the beast at the portal.
“How many times have we done this?” Meredith asked.
Varan thought. “Seven times, and it hasn’t so much as cracked a smile.” She scuffed her feet, the kobold mimicking her moves as the vir and the mare prepared to try again. “Seeing you die that many times wasn’t funny, love.”
“Watching you die the same number of times made me feel like my heart . . . was . . . “ Meredith’s voice trailed off, and as the vir watched her eyes widened and she put a paw to her mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
“Kras zatan aan i’?”
“Could it really be that simple?” the mare muttered, half to herself. She took Varan by the hand and pointed at the portal arch. “That’s the Kashlanin word for ‘laugh,’ yes?”
“Yes.”
“But it’s upside down.”
“Yes, but I don’t see - ”
“It’s upside down, Varan! It’s inverted! What’s the inverse of ‘laugh?’”
The vir blinked, and her tail slowly drooped to the floor of the simulator as her fingerclaws extended and her teeth bared. She started muttering expletives and added, “I want to meet these game designers.”
“Oh?”
“I want to kill them. Let them see how much they like it.” Their eyes met as she said this.
One of Meredith’s ears flicked.
Varan’s feline pupils widened slightly.
The two of them clutched at each other, howling with laughter and finally sitting down on the illusory grass, hugging tightly as they laughed for several minutes.
Finally Meredith let go of her lover and collapsed onto her back, panting. She glanced over at Varan, who was sitting down with her knees drawn up to her chest, and the vir extended a hand. The mare took it, and they smiled as they recovered.
“Aka, we need to try to make the creature weep,” Varan said. Her free hand reached out and her character’s inventory appeared. She scrolled through a few items and made it disappear, making a face. “I don’t seem to have anything that might be useful.”
Meredith skimmed through her own inventory and made a disgusted sound at the back of her throat. “Nothing. You know, we both headed straight here after taking care of things in the Frozen Kingdom.” She turned and looked at Varan. “Do you think we missed something?” She glanced over at her character, and frowned when she saw that it was tapping one hoof impatiently.
“Very likely,” Varan replied. “Go back to that village and see what we can find?”
“Sounds like a plan.” The mare and the vir got to their feet and hooves and resumed the game.
***
The vir wore the Imperial Army’s mud-brown uniform, but differenced by a black stripe running down the sleeves and trouser legs to describe the branch to which she belonged. She sipped at a warm drink of a cloudy reddish-amber beverage as she sat before a bank of screens.
Aka, they were in there quite a while, she thought as she saw the Terran and the vir finally exit the simulacrum. They looked very pleased with each other, and the Imperial Security officer noted that they were hand in paw as they headed down the corridor. That fact jibed with her briefing file, and she supposed that the Terran was attractive in a certain exotic way.
She tipped back her glass of smiss and drained it while wondering what it might be like to twine tails with a Terran.
***
Varan had reserved a room on the Kashlanin side of the station. Before the door had finished closing Meredith was in the vir’s arms, hugging her tightly as she nuzzled the shlan’s pelt and Varan stroked the mare’s mane.
The embrace turned into a wrestling match as the two struggled to help the other out their clothes, and they moved straight to the bed.
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
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rabbi-tomIn the holographic projection room, the sun was shining while fluffy white clouds drifted on a northerly breeze and birds sang in a nearby forest. In the distance the inhabitants of the closest village went about their daily lives.
While completely ignoring the screams and sounds of bloody mayhem near the portal.
The kobold mage sailed through the air in a creditable ballistic arc and thudded limply to the ground beside the inert body of the paladin. It landed like a sack of meat, which it basically was after all of its bones were broken and crushed to fragments. It didn’t even bounce.
The paladin had fared scarcely better, forcibly stripped of her enchanted armor, eviscerated almost in passing, and her head twisted back to front so violently that it was now connected to the body solely by its trachea.
The two lifeless figures shimmered, faded away, and reappeared a short distance away, exactly where the game had been saved before they tried the beast at the portal.
“How many times have we done this?” Meredith asked.
Varan thought. “Seven times, and it hasn’t so much as cracked a smile.” She scuffed her feet, the kobold mimicking her moves as the vir and the mare prepared to try again. “Seeing you die that many times wasn’t funny, love.”
“Watching you die the same number of times made me feel like my heart . . . was . . . “ Meredith’s voice trailed off, and as the vir watched her eyes widened and she put a paw to her mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
“Kras zatan aan i’?”
“Could it really be that simple?” the mare muttered, half to herself. She took Varan by the hand and pointed at the portal arch. “That’s the Kashlanin word for ‘laugh,’ yes?”
“Yes.”
“But it’s upside down.”
“Yes, but I don’t see - ”
“It’s upside down, Varan! It’s inverted! What’s the inverse of ‘laugh?’”
The vir blinked, and her tail slowly drooped to the floor of the simulator as her fingerclaws extended and her teeth bared. She started muttering expletives and added, “I want to meet these game designers.”
“Oh?”
“I want to kill them. Let them see how much they like it.” Their eyes met as she said this.
One of Meredith’s ears flicked.
Varan’s feline pupils widened slightly.
The two of them clutched at each other, howling with laughter and finally sitting down on the illusory grass, hugging tightly as they laughed for several minutes.
Finally Meredith let go of her lover and collapsed onto her back, panting. She glanced over at Varan, who was sitting down with her knees drawn up to her chest, and the vir extended a hand. The mare took it, and they smiled as they recovered.
“Aka, we need to try to make the creature weep,” Varan said. Her free hand reached out and her character’s inventory appeared. She scrolled through a few items and made it disappear, making a face. “I don’t seem to have anything that might be useful.”
Meredith skimmed through her own inventory and made a disgusted sound at the back of her throat. “Nothing. You know, we both headed straight here after taking care of things in the Frozen Kingdom.” She turned and looked at Varan. “Do you think we missed something?” She glanced over at her character, and frowned when she saw that it was tapping one hoof impatiently.
“Very likely,” Varan replied. “Go back to that village and see what we can find?”
“Sounds like a plan.” The mare and the vir got to their feet and hooves and resumed the game.
***
The vir wore the Imperial Army’s mud-brown uniform, but differenced by a black stripe running down the sleeves and trouser legs to describe the branch to which she belonged. She sipped at a warm drink of a cloudy reddish-amber beverage as she sat before a bank of screens.
Aka, they were in there quite a while, she thought as she saw the Terran and the vir finally exit the simulacrum. They looked very pleased with each other, and the Imperial Security officer noted that they were hand in paw as they headed down the corridor. That fact jibed with her briefing file, and she supposed that the Terran was attractive in a certain exotic way.
She tipped back her glass of smiss and drained it while wondering what it might be like to twine tails with a Terran.
***
Varan had reserved a room on the Kashlanin side of the station. Before the door had finished closing Meredith was in the vir’s arms, hugging her tightly as she nuzzled the shlan’s pelt and Varan stroked the mare’s mane.
The embrace turned into a wrestling match as the two struggled to help the other out their clothes, and they moved straight to the bed.
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Which brings up an interesting point:
Imperial Security is a branch of the Army, like the national police force, but it's not a Gestapo or KGB unless called upon to act like that. They watch, and report, and they're the one branch that gets seconded to the civilian government more than any other.
In previous vignettes, we've seen Captain k'Jen sending them a message, and later being a bit bemused about their light touch.
Imperial Security is a branch of the Army, like the national police force, but it's not a Gestapo or KGB unless called upon to act like that. They watch, and report, and they're the one branch that gets seconded to the civilian government more than any other.
In previous vignettes, we've seen Captain k'Jen sending them a message, and later being a bit bemused about their light touch.
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