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been constructed and launched.
Shasir technology, from everything Seg had read and observed, was rudimentary compared to that of the People, but on this world, against enemies who were unprepared to defend against even a simple air assault, it was more than sufficient. The Kenda fell and the gods reigned.
“Clever,” Seg muttered, as he read on about the Shasir’s unification process.
Kenda who accepted the Shasir’kia as their gods and agreed to live under Shasir rule, were allowed to keep their boats and engage in trade and commerce on the water, according to Shasir law, which was enforced by the Damiar Judiciary. A ploy to make the high-spirited rebels believe they maintained their freedom, which, for the most part, was successful. Those who refused the Shasir’s offer, or broke their laws, were executed publicly, as their boats burned before their eyes.
Unification included everything from religion, to language, to currency, and law. S’orasa was the Shasir name for this planet and S’ora the official language, to be spoken by all. Another piece of good fortune, as no further language sampling would be required. (Though, should he encounter other languages, Seg would be sure to collect samples for study.)
Likewise, all four classes were humanoid with no extreme genetic mutations. The Guild had spent decades perfecting cultural infiltration. On worlds where they could not physically blend with any Outer groups, Theorists would return home for a session of surgical body modification, then return to the recon. An extra expense, but direct contact with Outers was invaluable. Only rarely were all Outers so physically different that infiltration was unfeasible, in which case recon was conducted from a distance.
On this world, he could easily pass for one of the Shasir or Damiar, who were of the same race, (or mix of races, more accurately), and those castes had access to any of the prime vita hotspots.
As rigorous as the Shasir had been about cultural unification, they protected the secrets of their technology through even more extreme means. Lengthy torture, death and a promised eternity of suffering in the afterlife, had served well to keep their magic out of the hands of those they ruled. A necessary precaution, since even primitives could eventually figure out the mechanics of things such as steam engines, lift gas (such as hydrogen) or advanced metallurgical methods, given enough time and exposure.
A reasonably formidable band of Outers, these Shasir, Seg had to concede. Though, in their position, they would have been better served doing away with the Kenda completely. Once a rebel, always a rebel–history taught that lesson well.
He rubbed his eyes from the strain of reading the small screen. He knew he should take a som tab to help him sleep but what he was attempting was beyond unortho, it was dangerous; he needed to be prepared. His mind drifted back to training, as he considered the history of these Outers.
“Despite typically professing a desire for peace, every culture thus discovered has maintained some capacity for violence. Given our notions of evolutionary adaptation, it follows that the pressures of competition, internal and external, ensure that no humanoid population of sufficient size will ever achieve any modicum of perpetual peace.”
Jarin. His mentor was brilliant, unquestionably so, but Seg did not expect he would approve of his plan any more than the thickheaded Kerbin. House Haffset, the raid’s sponsor, would offer resistance, as well, at least until Seg could show Haffset how much wealth was to be gained. He suspected he would have only detractors until that time. Prodigy or not, no one on the World would count on a Theorist to bring in much above quota—if that—on his first mission. He would simply have to prove them wrong.
In order to do that, though, he would have to lay the groundwork on this world. Tapping a button on the screen, he reviewed the list of items he had
Shasir technology, from everything Seg had read and observed, was rudimentary compared to that of the People, but on this world, against enemies who were unprepared to defend against even a simple air assault, it was more than sufficient. The Kenda fell and the gods reigned.
“Clever,” Seg muttered, as he read on about the Shasir’s unification process.
Kenda who accepted the Shasir’kia as their gods and agreed to live under Shasir rule, were allowed to keep their boats and engage in trade and commerce on the water, according to Shasir law, which was enforced by the Damiar Judiciary. A ploy to make the high-spirited rebels believe they maintained their freedom, which, for the most part, was successful. Those who refused the Shasir’s offer, or broke their laws, were executed publicly, as their boats burned before their eyes.
Unification included everything from religion, to language, to currency, and law. S’orasa was the Shasir name for this planet and S’ora the official language, to be spoken by all. Another piece of good fortune, as no further language sampling would be required. (Though, should he encounter other languages, Seg would be sure to collect samples for study.)
Likewise, all four classes were humanoid with no extreme genetic mutations. The Guild had spent decades perfecting cultural infiltration. On worlds where they could not physically blend with any Outer groups, Theorists would return home for a session of surgical body modification, then return to the recon. An extra expense, but direct contact with Outers was invaluable. Only rarely were all Outers so physically different that infiltration was unfeasible, in which case recon was conducted from a distance.
On this world, he could easily pass for one of the Shasir or Damiar, who were of the same race, (or mix of races, more accurately), and those castes had access to any of the prime vita hotspots.
As rigorous as the Shasir had been about cultural unification, they protected the secrets of their technology through even more extreme means. Lengthy torture, death and a promised eternity of suffering in the afterlife, had served well to keep their magic out of the hands of those they ruled. A necessary precaution, since even primitives could eventually figure out the mechanics of things such as steam engines, lift gas (such as hydrogen) or advanced metallurgical methods, given enough time and exposure.
A reasonably formidable band of Outers, these Shasir, Seg had to concede. Though, in their position, they would have been better served doing away with the Kenda completely. Once a rebel, always a rebel–history taught that lesson well.
He rubbed his eyes from the strain of reading the small screen. He knew he should take a som tab to help him sleep but what he was attempting was beyond unortho, it was dangerous; he needed to be prepared. His mind drifted back to training, as he considered the history of these Outers.
“Despite typically professing a desire for peace, every culture thus discovered has maintained some capacity for violence. Given our notions of evolutionary adaptation, it follows that the pressures of competition, internal and external, ensure that no humanoid population of sufficient size will ever achieve any modicum of perpetual peace.”
Jarin. His mentor was brilliant, unquestionably so, but Seg did not expect he would approve of his plan any more than the thickheaded Kerbin. House Haffset, the raid’s sponsor, would offer resistance, as well, at least until Seg could show Haffset how much wealth was to be gained. He suspected he would have only detractors until that time. Prodigy or not, no one on the World would count on a Theorist to bring in much above quota—if that—on his first mission. He would simply have to prove them wrong.
In order to do that, though, he would have to lay the groundwork on this world. Tapping a button on the screen, he reviewed the list of items he had
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