A short and stout Drogar with rippling muscles and a large gut stood in front of an anvil. Although his facial spines were long and a little droopy, his scales were still taut on his body.
In one hand, he held a long bar with a glowing slab of metal at one end, which he laid down in the middle of the anvil. In his other hand was a small metal hammer that looked incredibly well-worn.
He adjusted the glowing slab and tapped it a couple of times with his hammer. The moment he moved his hammer away, the assistant by his side brought his two-handed sledge down on the glowing slab.
As the assistant struck it, the bladesmith adjusted the slab back and forth, left and right, centimeter by centimeter. Sparks and flecks of blackened metal fell away with each and every hit.
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I watched a few knife forging videos on YouTube for research, and it’s so incredibly fascinating. I urge you to watch a few - especially ones for Damascus.
Miko pointed at an image of a fat, goofy-looking fish. It had a perfectly oval body, wide eyes, and hilariously stubby fins. The colorations on its scales were absolutely beautiful, however. They were a shimmering red with a purple streak along the body, and flecked with gold. Especially along the belly.The Drogar cook grunted in approval at her choice, put away the pad, then went into the back of his food stand. When he came back, he had a short stack of fish fillets, all of which were perfectly round.The cook rubbed some sort of oil on both sides of every fillet until they were coated, then set them under powerful heat lamps to cook slowly. As they did so, the smell of the fish cooking rose up and surrounded the air around them, and caused Eva and Miko’s mouths to water.He then turned towards a numb
After their meal, they quickly set up a plan to meet with the Ferreshii through Alevos. But they found that the bladesmith himself was incredibly interested in bringing them together. So much so that he offered to bring them to his friend in person.They couldn’t have asked for more, and so hopped into their gondola and traveled over to the Ferreshi clan’s district in the city. It was thankfully still a Green Zone, though Eva noted a part of it was marked in Blue.The gondola touched down at one of the pads closest to the district’s HQ. This section was absolutely a madhouse to Eva and Miko.There were hundreds of Drogar at any given time, busily going to and fro between buildings. Above their heads, industrial and commercial drones sped around the skyways. Some carried various crates and mac
“Perhaps you’re underestimating me,” said Eva. “Sure, I might not be the best Drogar knife skirmisher or whatever you call it, but I don’t have to be. Train me up for a little while and pit me against a few rising stars. Really work those odds. We’ll crush ‘em.”“And besides,” added Miko. “If you are creating a sports team as an investor, you should be the one to properly equip your athlete. If the odds are 100 to 1, then you have plenty of room to invest and still turn a profit.”The moment Miko said the word ‘profit’, it was as though every Drogar in the room became mesmerized.Alevos in particular was in deep thought for a few moments. But he was the first to break the silence.“
At the spiral towers in the center of the city, one of its parliamentary floors was rife with subdued activity. Thousands had come from all over the Imperium to listen to senators argue their side, and ultimately cast their votes on one of the more critical issues of their lifetimes.Even as one of its senatorial members spoke to the entire floor on behalf of the Empire’s border territories, many others held hushed conversations with each other. Their aides rushed from table to table and helped extend their spheres of influence. Hundreds of promises and compromises were made or refused or negotiated as the cycle drew on.Everyone still tried to influence the vote one way or another, even as the vote itself drew more and more imminent.Every table in the grand hall was seated by multiple senators from all over
Eva took a jog around yard to start out the cycle. She and Miko had just finished up a call with the family back on Earth. Miko’s parents were doing better, especially now that her mother was taking care of their channel.She was certainly doing her best to edit the videos like Mack did, but added her own Japanese flair to it. Plenty of their viewers loved the changes.Eva’s grandparents were also doing alright, and their faces were still smiles, but it was clear that it was harder for them to actually do. They both spoke slower than before, and were clearly nearing the end of their time.She knew it wasn’t going to be long for either of them, and she steeled her heart as best she could. But it still trembled when she thought about their mortality.
Shouts of combat filled the air deep inside the prisoner compound. Humans and Drogar both practiced fighting against each other in little groups inside each sparring circle.Watching over all of them was Admiral Chase, who was still pondering Retholis’ warning. Next to her was a stern-looking brown-scaled Drogar with short facial spines. His uniform was as plain and simple as the rest of the guards, except the markings on his collar revealed he had an officer’s rank.And the scowl on his face revealed his displeasure at the sight before him.“Thank you for helping us with this, Shieldmaster Toreth,” said the Admiral.Toreth looked at the Admiral with a wary eye and harrumphed lightly.“Save your
The dark room slowly spun around Mack as he lay in a small, unfamiliar bed. Opposite Mack was the only door into the room, and a plain white wall clock hung above it. The clock itself was a blur, and he could barely tell what time it was.But he could hear each second TICK as though it was right next to his ear.Sometimes it felt like it was spinning way too fast, and other times it looked like it wasn’t even moving. But no matter what, the ticking remained the same beat over and over and over.His entire body shivered and shook, but not because he was cold or afraid. Rather, he just couldn’t help it. His body needed something it didn’t have and it literally went insane on him. His muscles spasmed as his nerves randomly shot out signals.It was simply t
Miko’s eyes gleamed as she toyed with a partially dismantled armor. It was laid out on a metal workbench, which was littered with parts and plates of armor, as well as all sorts of tools and gadgets. The armor itself didn’t look too complex. It was covered in a number of scales, some larger, some smaller. All of them were interlocked with some sort of flexible mesh underneath, which caused the armor to articulate with very natural movements. A dozen or so wires splayed out from inside the main chest, each of which had hand-written Drogarii labels stuck onto them. It appeared each of the wires fed power to the various parts of the armor itself - arms, legs, repair systems, sensors, and so on. Although it was taken apart and in pieces, she could easily imagine that when put back together, it would have been close t