The Irons (kurioustoohear & Anish)
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				Title: <strong>The Irons (kurioustoohear &amp; Anish)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anish</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 12:42:56</strong>
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				Her fist hit the table hard. The others who were seated around the table winced from the sudden noise. „We HAVE to act.“, Lady Smarkand demanded. „More and more of our men are sterile and if this goes on, we will be eliminated in a few generations if we don´t do anything!“ The present men felt uncomfortable, but one finally asked: „Any idea how to solve this – issue, Lady Smarkand?“ „Indeed I have.“, she snapped. „We will send out troups to the settlements of the Wahoor, which arrest the strongest of their guys and we will use them as semen-slaves.“ Her listeners gasped with surprise, then one after the other showed approval.<br><br>Janira Smarkand wasn´t leading captain for no reason. She was a brilliant thinker, had noble ancients, the necessary money that helped her to make a career and on top she was coldblooded and unscrupulous enough fo the job. Since her ancestors had landed on this planet and built up a new culture, the leading gender had changed from men to women, during the last generations. Since five years now, Janira was on top. It had taken her a lot of effort, but it has been worth the trouble. She now lived in a luxurious house, had guards and slaves, but no partner. She just didn´t have the time for a man and her career gave her enough satisfaction. „So it´s decided. Major Niron, you will organize the raids and I expect your report tomorrow.“ Niron saluted and left the room, the others bowed to Lady Smarkand and walked out as well. She sat down and smirked. That promised to be a big success. The natives called her people „The Irons“, due to all the technical stuff they had brought to the planet. Well…once more she would prove that they were right.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 04:25:18</strong>
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				Lucasi was a restless young man … nearly thirty with nothing to speak of for his years of life.&nbsp; His father was everything to him growing up … so much so that he apprenticed as a blacksmith, his father’s profession.&nbsp; All he knew was the hammer and the anvil, as his muscular build attested to.&nbsp; He grew up in the traditions and beliefs of his parents and village …<br><br>Only recently did he begin to grow a beard – the symbol of a man.&nbsp; Their traditions declared that only a pledged man could grow a beard as a symbol of his pending familial responsibilities.&nbsp; His childhood friends have had beards for years, but his father waited to make a match for him.&nbsp; He was needed in the shop, so his father delayed.&nbsp; Lucasi did not even know who was to be his wife.<br><br>The coming of the Irons had shattered his world.&nbsp; He no longer honored the gods of his fathers, for they did nothing to protect their people.&nbsp; They were a Paternal society; men ruled and women knew their place.&nbsp; But it was rumored that women were prominent among the Irons!&nbsp; Unthinkable!&nbsp; But there was no where for him to go … and so he continued as a blacksmith and would soon be married and raise a family … just like his father and his father before him …<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Irons (kurioustoohear &amp; Anish)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anish</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 18:49:41</strong>
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				Janira left her house, where she had spent the lunch-break and returned into her office. Not long after, someone knocked at the door. It was the Major with some maps, paper and a pencil. She offered him a seat and sat back, waiting for him to speak. He unrolled the map on the desk and started to point at several places. "We know about settlements in the East and North-West and our spys heard people speak about a very strong and healthy group of natives right at this hill-chain in the north." Janira got up and walked around. "That sounds good and I think we should start there. I want to be part of the first expedition." She smiled, she would see a lot of well built guys. Had been some time since the last one moaned in her bed. The major watched her. "A penny for her ideas.", he thought to himself, then dared to clear his throat to get her attention. "Yes?", she turned around to him. "What do you think...how many men will we need, after all we should prevent in-breeding in the long run?" She raised an eyebrow. "That is indeed a problem, we have to think about." Major Niron blushed from her approval. "You know, all the childless women will pay well for the semen, how about starting some business?" "I don´t understand?" The major was confused. "Well, both of us should keep some of the slaves and sell their precious fluids, just those with the best composed juice, you understand? The others should be exchanged now and then." Now he started to smile. "Thank you Mylady! That is indeed a wonderful idea! Thank you for involving me!" She shushed him. "Stop it, let´s call it a deal then. Your reward for doing a good job. Organize the first mission then. We need food, tents, ropes and cuffs, etc., I leave the preparations to you. Inform me when you´re ready." She nodded and he knew he was dismissed. <br><br>Janira rang for a mokka with whipped cream, one of her favourite drinks. With closed eyes she enjoyed the taste and looked forward to the 'hunting'-season. 
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 01:58:27</strong>
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				Lucasi was shaping metal on the anvil, pounding with a regular rhythm taught of many years of experience.&nbsp; He wore only a leather apron and jeans, sweat pouring down his body.&nbsp; His mind was not on his work, but upon his coming marriage and the predictable life he would live.&nbsp; His father entered the shop.&nbsp; "How are you, Lucasi?&nbsp; I know you well, my son ... why do you brood so?"&nbsp; Lucasi did not want to open his heart to him ... he would become defensive when he hears of his lost faith and try to convince him of the legitimacy of the gods.&nbsp; He had heard it before, and he is beyond convincing.&nbsp; "It is nothing father ... I am only tired from the work."&nbsp; His father did not believe him, but knew he was as headstrong as he himself was.&nbsp; He let it pass and began to look over the ledgers.&nbsp; After a while, Lucasi announced an outing to his father.&nbsp; "I will be camping in the hills ... I need to get away to clear my mind ... to prepare for my marriage."&nbsp; He did not wait for his father's approval.&nbsp; He removed the leather apron and went to his room to prepare.<br><br>Before long, he was walking up the well-worn trail into the surrounding hill country.&nbsp; He brought what he needed ... he was a skilled woodsman.&nbsp; He planned to hunt wild game for his sustenance ... and meditate.&nbsp; He wanted to settle his uneasiness ... he knew he would be soon married, and he wanted to be happy about it.&nbsp; He was not ... he left a note that he would return in a week.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Anish</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 20:58:24</strong>
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				Lady Smarkand then called for her personal clerk. His job was a combination of office-man and as well guardian. His figure was toned, his dark blonde hair cut short and when he smiled, he looked more mean than amused. But he was trustworthy and did his jobs very well, what Janira honoured with a quite high salary. "Mylady?" "Geron, we need to create some registration lists." In short sentences, she explained the plan. Another ability she appreciated about him. He understood very fast. "How about name, age, origin area, customer?", he asked. She nodded: "Perfect! We need to make sure that those lists are kept up-to-date, that's highest priority." Geron nodded. "Will be done as you order." She smiled and replied:"Like usual then. Let me see one, once it´s ready. Thank you, you can go now."
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 05:31:20</strong>
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				The first day was spent selecting the site for his sabbatical.&nbsp; He walked for a number of hours before finding a suitable site.&nbsp; It was about a kilometer from the main road near a stream ... perfect for access and for water.&nbsp; He gathered branches and constructed a Lean-to between two pine trees.&nbsp; Dinner that night consisted of fruit and nuts ... items he had brought with him.&nbsp; He built a fire and contemplated this crossroad in his life.&nbsp; He was excited about the prospects of having a woman ... he had often fantasized about it.&nbsp; But the domesticated life he always envisioned bored him now.&nbsp; He cursed The Irons for this ... they had shattered his world.&nbsp; Back and forth he went in his mind, resolving nothing.&nbsp; He decided to turn in early so that he could arise before dawn to catch the nocturnal prey returning to their dens.&nbsp; They would feel the sting of his arrows.&nbsp; All was prepared as he laid his head down and tried to sleep.
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				Post by: <strong>Anish</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 13:38:30</strong>
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				A group of twenty people was silently riding through the night. All of them were covered in wide black cloaks with hoods that hid their faces. The animal´s hoofs were wrapped with cloth, to avoid noise. Yet one of the horses snorted, when it smelled smoke of a fire and another answered.&nbsp; The first of the dark riders raised a hand and all stopped. Another command made three figures get down from their horses, weapons ready and sneak forward to the dim shine of a little fireplace. One of the three finally smiled and nodded, then hissed a command. They were around him, before he even heard a breaking branch under their feet.&nbsp; Soon they were over him. A kick in the hollow of his knees made him fall on his back.&nbsp; They had difficulties to keep him on the ground. A fist hit his jaw painfully, another one in his stomach made him choke. "Stop it, you fools!", a female voice suddenly said. More dark guys ran over and bound his wrists behind his back. "Number one!" It was the female voice again. She laughed. Now a male voice commaded: "Tie him to that tree and gag him, until we return! Two men stay for guarding." Before the troup left, one of them directed a horse to the captive, then jumped down and approached. When the figure bent forward to get a closer look, a long black curl slipped from the hood, before <em>she</em> turned around and got back into the saddle. Then they moved on, leaving him guarded by two of those sinister shadows.
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