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srwug_alpha_rp2012-09-20 11:10 am
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Clan Wolf-in-Exile
Despite helping out with the repairs on the Chalice, you may have noticed some of the clanners being more restless than usual.
[1]
On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered – including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were there as well, sniffing about curiously.
Ranna spoke softly to someone over the comms, before ending it with “Aff, my Khan.”
She switched on the video feed on the screen – it was Earth orbit again, except as the screen panned out, a ship almost a mile long went by. It was followed by another ship that was almost 900m long, both carrying the insignia of Clan Wolf. Both appeared damage, though around them were aerospace fighters and dropships flying escorts. The view continued to panned, as the main bulk of the exiled Wolves appeared.
Tens of jumpships, with hundreds of dropships trailed the 2 warships. There were various different designs, and many of them were visibly unarmed.
A secondary display on the screen showed their telemetry, and their intended destination as some of the dropships began their descent into atmosphere – Siberia.
At this, most of the clanners and even some of the wolf pups were silent, watching the screen intently.
Clan Wolf had completed its own Exodus, not unlike their Great Father many centuries ago.
[2]
The aftermath of the first landings were hectic, as Ranna and her fellow clanners took in reports of their available strength.
Finally there were some breather, and Ranna stared at the clipboard in her hand, a list of ship names apparent. Her attention was focused on the final ship listed.
Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser
She crossed out some words and corrected it with a marker.
Ulric KerenskyMother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser
She sighed softly.
[1]
On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered – including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were there as well, sniffing about curiously.
Ranna spoke softly to someone over the comms, before ending it with “Aff, my Khan.”
She switched on the video feed on the screen – it was Earth orbit again, except as the screen panned out, a ship almost a mile long went by. It was followed by another ship that was almost 900m long, both carrying the insignia of Clan Wolf. Both appeared damage, though around them were aerospace fighters and dropships flying escorts. The view continued to panned, as the main bulk of the exiled Wolves appeared.
Tens of jumpships, with hundreds of dropships trailed the 2 warships. There were various different designs, and many of them were visibly unarmed.
A secondary display on the screen showed their telemetry, and their intended destination as some of the dropships began their descent into atmosphere – Siberia.
At this, most of the clanners and even some of the wolf pups were silent, watching the screen intently.
Clan Wolf had completed its own Exodus, not unlike their Great Father many centuries ago.
[2]
The aftermath of the first landings were hectic, as Ranna and her fellow clanners took in reports of their available strength.
Finally there were some breather, and Ranna stared at the clipboard in her hand, a list of ship names apparent. Her attention was focused on the final ship listed.
Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser
She crossed out some words and corrected it with a marker.
Ulric Kerensky
She sighed softly.
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"Neg, not a tub," Ranna says with a wry grin.
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"I tried to tell you." Adette showed no signs of shame as she slipped out of her clothes, haphazardly braising her hair and twisting it up utop of her head. With the bottle in one hand, and her bucket of bath products in the other Adette headed out of the dressing room, grinning at her counterpart. It was only now could Ranna see the scars that has been left behind on her otherwise flawless skin, Adette hated how they looked. The little puckered scar on her stomach and her arm, still pink and scaly from healing.
Adette slipped into the water with a sigh of relief.
"This feels like heaven." She sighed aloud as she leaned back, turning to Ranna. "Not to shabby, huh? Leave it to a race of aliens who live divided by sex to build something like this."
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She joins Adette in the water with a soft sigh and nods. "It feels excellent. I do wonder what is the purpose of living segregated by gender. It does not aid in reproduction, certainly."
A little ironic, coming from a trueborn. But there was no such gender divide in clan society.
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Adette thought back to the conversation she had had with Dita in this very tub regarding just that.
"It's a long story really, remind me to tell you sometimes. But when Dita first joined out ship, well, things got a little bit more interesting that's for sure." Adette reached out to her bucket and pulled out the bottle she had brought along, and popped it open, holding it out to Ranna. "Please excuse the informality, I didn't bring any cups."
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"We have many customs and formalities, but drinking in a 'tub' is not one of them." She takes a gulp, and hands it back.