Unrelated Spoiler: Dune is about oil dependency and bottomless greed. More specifically, the grave consequences of their intersection.
Eva saw nothing but a bright blue sky as she laid down on a soft patch of grass. It was a supremely nice day, and so the city decided to open up the dome during daylight hours. This allowed all of its birds to fly around and stretch their wings. Drogar with the clearance and the equipment also had
As they spoke, they were interrupted by a rather weary-sounding female voice. “There you both are,” she said. “Been looking everywhere.” Both of them perked their heads up and looked at the source - it was the Admiral. Eva waved with one hand as Miko greeted her verbally. “Hello Admiral,” she sai
Eva nodded. From her experiences with Drogar, even the nice ones, that seemed to be on par with their society. They typically treated their enemies with immediately hostility. Thus the beltknives and the dueling laws. “Sounds efficient,” she said. “I hope he gets them.” The Admiral’s voice immedia
Midway up one of the Red Spiral Towers, the Admiral, Retholis, and a few of their officers sat in a small, cozy booth. The booth was nothing more than a circular room with a dark wall and ceiling. A long cushioned seat ran along the edge of the wall, and ringed a circular table that protruded from t
“Great,” said the Admiral. “So we’re on, then? We sign some paperwork, make some armor, and wait for the inevitable?” “Not quite. We obviously can’t do human armor - that clearly wouldn’t be for the benefit of the Drogar. But maybe something along those lines. As someone who develops cutting edge e
Paveloth practically choked in anger at Thalcrii’s responses. What he was saying was completely preposterous! His district was strictly against the measure. He himself was against it. Everyone knew it. He had previously voted against it, and even spoke his displeasure at the expenditures. His sudde
Eva inhaled deeply as she ground her foot into the sand, then with a long and even exhale, she leapt forward with explosive power. She dove in blade-first at her opponent, and slashed at him mercilessly. Her dance was powerful, but flowed like water. Her graceful movements kept her Drogar opponent
“Yeah, it’s a little out of hand,” added Alevos. “You ought to see my message box - there’s as many requests for you as I have for beltknives. It’s utterly absurd.” Eva was greatly unbalanced by what the two of them said. Her throat immediately locked up, and her head throbbed in anxiety. She would