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Grymn Fluff - Rebirth and Realisation - Finished
« on: April 12, 2012, 10:35:46 PM »
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth.
« Reply #1 on: April 12, 2012, 11:30:23 PM »
Git. I thought you'd gone and ressurected Thorred :tantrum:
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth.
« Reply #2 on: April 13, 2012, 07:06:33 AM »
Who?
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth.
« Reply #3 on: April 13, 2012, 09:23:19 AM »
 :hmmm
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth.
« Reply #4 on: April 13, 2012, 09:34:38 AM »
Thorred was surrounded by pure, bright, light. There were no discernible features anywhere he looked. He listened intently but there was silence. He felt perfectly at peace. After what seemed like an eternity, he began to hear a quiet whisper, like the sound of the wind catching on the edge of a skimmer’s window as it dashed along. The sound grew louder and louder and turned from a whisper to a roar. In between the rushing noise he heard fragments of what sounded like voices but they spoke in a foreign tongue and he couldn’t make out what they were saying. The longer he listened, the more the rushing noise died away to be replaced by long streams of desperately spoken words. He still couldn’t understand them but could sense the urgency in what they were saying. As he listened to their voices, the bright light began to recede and he started to notice vague shadows around the periphery of his vision. He turned his head for a closer look and the voices ceased. He could sense the excitement as the shadows he saw gained structure and became figures. Thorred chose one to focus on and after a few moments he could see that it was a Sleiti. He didn’t recognise him but realised that he must be some sort of physician because he wore a white, apron-like bio-suit.
“Be still” said a voice in Thorred’s mind “you have had a challenging journey.”
“Where am I?” thought Thorred “am I alive.”
“You are on Sleiti Prime and miraculously, you are still alive” replied the voice “now please rest.”
Thorred slept in response to the command. When he awoke, he found himself in a warmly lit room with open windows and the cool, fresh air of Sleiti Prime caressing the skin of his arms and face.
“Welcome back” said a familiar voice.
Thorred faced the tall figure that stood in the doorway and remembered her from his time on board the Mourning Blade.
“I know you…” he replied “but I can’t remember your name.”
“Your memories will return in time…I am Ther’ule” she said “Kaal’uin was unable to be here today.”
“What happened to me?” asked Thorred.
“You have survived a great trial and are now whole again” She replied “we have contacted your synthetic brother and he will be here in a couple of days.”
“Could I have a drink please?” asked Thorred and from a side room, a Sleiti entered with a small tray with a glass of water and a light snack on it. He allowed Thorred to prop himself up before placing the tray on his lap, bowing excitedly and retreating to the side room.
“I am going to be blunt with you, Thorred” said Ther’ule “you have been travelling the void for a year and a half. We were beginning to lose hope and had been expecting you to pass over…we were expecting Taters to allow you to go.”
Thorred sipped his drink and gazed into space as he listened.
“He didn’t have the courage to do it so Kaal’uin chose a different route and arranged for a crafter to aid your recovery” she continued “You have had extensive reconstruction and manipulation.”
“What do you mean?” asked Thorred.
“Your mind is yours…” Ther’ule replied “…but your body has been altered somewhat… and you will notice that you have some new gifts.”
“Am I Thorred Oak Arm, the Grymn?” he asked.
“I am afraid you are Thorred Oak Arm… hybrid” she replied.
“Hybrid?” asked Thorred in a dazed fashion.
“Even though the crafters had your body to harvest, there were certain genetic codes that we couldn’t replicate and had to be filled with known code” said Ther’ule “The crafter who fashioned the code was known to you and he felt that a mix of Sleiti and Alphoid components would offer the best chance of survival and would possibly enhance your physical and mental abilities.”
“Alphoid?” asked Thorred.
“You are familiar with the Alphoid race” she replied “Sally is Alphoid.”
Thorred laughed and stopped himself.
“Your crafters thought that genetic code from one of the largest aliens I know, would be a good match for a Grymn body?” Thorred asked and then a sudden look of realisation spread across his face and he immediately whisked his hands up to look at them. He looked shocked.
“Please tell me that I am not purple” he said.
“I cannot” replied Ther’ule.
Thorred leapt from the bed, spilling his food tray on the floor as he went and he dashed over to the nearest reflective surface. He stared at his naked body and was silent as he turned, this way and that, to see his new look. Apart from a purple tinge to his skin, a slightly more developed body and points to his ears, he still looked like a Grymn and he still looked like himself. After staring for a moment he suddenly remembered that he was naked and was about to grab for a sheet when Ther’ule said “your crafting has been the subject of much attention. Nudity is not something we worry about.”
“You might not worry about it” he replied as he wrapped a sheet around himself ”but in MY society, nudity is to be shared with doctors and lovers.”
“As you wish” she replied flatly.
“Where are my clothes?” asked Thorred.
“You have none” replied Ther’ule “they were taken by Taters when he left with the rest of your personal effects.”
“Could you arrange for some for me?” he replied “I can’t walk round in a sheet.” Thorred looked at Ther’ule as she held out her hand and on it was a small grey blob.
“Take it” she said and Thorred reached out and touched the small blob. Instantly it began to flow over his skin, like water and after a couple of seconds he was completely covered; with only his head and hands exposed.
“We were hoping that you had gained some of the Sleiti way and it appears that you have the ability to wear our bio-suits” said Ther’ule as a crafter appeared in the doorway, closely followed by two more and they began to make notes.
“Who was given the responsibility of my…rebirth?” asked Thorred.
“Rask” replied Ther’ule “my personal crafter.”
“Is he here?” asked Thorred.
“I am afraid… he succumbed to the void a month ago” she replied “he was old beyond even Sleiti measures… he took a wealth of expertise with him on his travels.”
“He’s dead?” replied a surprised Thorred.
“You are his legacy. It is debateable whether a lesser crafter could have brought you back after being in the void for so long” she replied.
“I had better not disappoint him” replied Thorred.
“He is dead, there is no one to disappoint” replied Ther’ule flatly.
“In my culture, the spirits live on and watch to see our achievements” replied Thorred “the more you accomplish, the more spirits see it.”
“You would take an alien into your culture so willingly?” she replied.
“We don’t recognise physical forms when it comes to the dead” replied Thorred “Just those spirits that have been a part of a Grymn’s life.”
“Fascinating” she replied “I must go now. I have been summoned.”
“Thank you for being with me when I awoke” said Thorred.
“It was my place to be here” she replied as she turned and left the room. As soon as she had gone, the three crafters that were hidden away in the side room emerged and approached Thorred with expectant faces. Thorred looked at them put his arms out to the sides and said “go for it.” The crafters immediately started to prod, poke and flex his limbs as they excitedly made notes. Thorred could hear their chatter and after a few moments of thought, he was able to understand what they were saying. After a few more seconds he was speaking to them and it was only when one of them gasped that Thorred realised that he was not only speaking Sleiti but he hadn’t opened his mouth to do so. Thorred quickly realised that Rask had made sure that his last work was his greatest.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 1
« Reply #5 on: April 13, 2012, 10:32:13 AM »
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 1
« Reply #6 on: April 13, 2012, 10:32:53 AM »
How about Jela? Was she knocked up? :whistle:
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 2
« Reply #7 on: April 13, 2012, 11:41:49 AM »
For the next two days, Thorred learned as much as he could about his new body. The discovered that the crafters had placed him in a special chamber and had peppered him with bio-injectors that infused his broken body with various chemicals and genetic fluids that quickly set about repairing his bones and organs. Where the enhancements to the code took hold, alterations to his cell structure took place and he was hybridised. As a result, his bones gained in density, his muscle mass increased, his organs gained extra capacity and the unused areas of his brain were stimulated into life. He thought that his ears and his mental enhancements were the only side-effects of the Sleiti code but he was soon told that his bone material weighed less than was expected as a result of it. From what he could see, Thorred had gained only strength from his hybridisation and he quietly praised Rask’s efforts. He knew that he was exceptionally lucky to be alive and completely functional.

It was during the two days that Kaal’uin stopped by and told Thorred about how Taters had behaved. Thorred learned that the crew of The Obituary thought he was dead and that Taters had made sure that all of his personal effects were kept in a shrine-like state aboard the ship, in Thorred’s old room. Drackus had tried to council Taters but any mention of Thorred was met with silence. Thorred knew that Taters had taken his accident very seriously and that he felt guilty about being alive, as a copy. He understood why Taters couldn’t switch off the machines that kept him alive and although he was a little angry that Taters had lied to the crew, he didn’t blame him for it.
“What of Jela?” asked Thorred.
“She has become dour and still mourns” replied Kaal’uin.
“And the rest of the crew?” asked Thorred.
“The crew is the same” replied Kaal’uin “but Fran is now married to Sig.”
“When did that happen?” asked a surprised Thorred.
“Soon after they left the military…about a year and two months ago” he replied.
“They are not in the military any more?” continued Thorred.
“You have much news to find out, battle brother” replied Kaal’uin with a grin “your home-world believes you to be dead… you will need to adjust their beliefs.”
Kaal’uin spent a couple of hours with Thorred and told him about The Obituary’s return to trading pursuits, the burgeoning trade routes to the Grymn home-world, the political stability that pacts with the human settlers had created and the more open nature of the Sleiti. He also told him about what had happened during the battle with Ieuan and how he had been re-constructed with similar bio-manipulation as Thorred had (but using pure Sleiti code). Thorred also learned that Ther’ule had married Kaal’uin and had insisted that Thorred was treated by her own crafter because he had tried to protect Kaal’uin during the battle with Ieuan. Rask had taken great pains to finish the work before he passed over; taking a concoction of drugs to remain alive for long enough to do it. Thorred listened carefully to everything that he was told and continued to remember more and more about the last battle.
“Ieuan is dead?” asked Thorred.
“He was utterly destroyed” replied Kaal’uin.
“Then it is over?” Thorred asked.
“Yes…it is over” replied Kaal’uin.

Taters walked into Thorred’s room with a mix of trepidation, excitement and grief. Thorred couldn’t help himself and dashed over, gripping his arms in a warriors greeting.
“It is good to see you, brother” he said. Taters didn’t reply and stood motionless. He had been warned of Thorred’s changed appearance but it wasn’t the change that was on Taters’ mind, it was the fact that he was alive.
“I would have done the same thing” said Thorred “I couldn’t have ended your life either.”
Taters looked at him and said “I have disgraced you” he looked at the floor again “I have lied to our friends and I don’t know how to undo what I have done.”
“You can leave it to me, mate” said Thorred “I’ll take the weight off you… you’ve been carrying it for too long.”
“I am sorry…Jela…” said Taters.
“Let me worry about that” said Thorred “she’s going to get a real shock no matter who tells her so it may as well come from me.”
“Thank you” replied Taters “I don’t deserve it.”
“Get a grip mate… we’re a team!” replied Thorred “we’ll sort it out and we’ll soon get things back to normal.”
“I hope so” replied taters.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and help me with my things” said Thorred.
“What things?” asked Taters.
“EXACTLY!” said Thorred “I didn’t even have a set of clothes to wear because you fething pinched everything.” Thorred stood back and stretched his arms out to show off his grey bio-suit “I feel positively naked in this.”
Taters looked at the floor again.
“Oh, stop it you shuk” said Thorred “let’s get back to the ship.”

Thorred bade farewell to Kaal’uin and pledged his sincere gratitude to Ther’ule. Before he left, he was given a case of bio-suits and a small casket as a gift. Attached to the casket was a note left by Rask. Thorred and Taters were escorted by a small entourage of golden warriors all the way to the space port and received a military salute before the escort returned to the surface.
“This seems all too familiar to me” said Thorred as he walked towards the docking bay that held The Obituary.
“It should do” replied Taters.
It didn’t take very long for them to reach the main hatch and when they arrived, Sally was waiting for them. He nodded to Taters and stared at Thorred for a few moments before realisation dawned on him. A shocked look was replaced by the broadest grin Thorred had ever seen and a moment later he found himself in a tight bear hug as Sally embraced him.
“You were dead!” he said in an excited voice “and you smell different!”
“That would be the gorilla in me” said Thorred in reply and Sally just hugged him tighter.
“Okay, you can put me down now…” said Thorred and Sally regained his composure and released his grip.
“It is good to see you again, my friend” said Sally eventually.
“Likewise… I have been away for too long” he replied.
“Yes…” replied Sally and he paused for a moment before saying “you have your work cut out with Jela.”
“I guess I’ll find out soon…assuming you let me aboard” replied Thorred.
“Yes! Come!” bellowed Sally as he gestured to the ship and followed them in.
Thorred went straight to the bridge and found Drackus and Chook there. After the surprised greetings and realisations, Thorred went to his quarters to drop off his gifts before seeking out Jela. He found her in the lounge, gazing out of the window.
“Hello, Jela” he said and her head snapped around at his voice. She stared open mouthed at him for a few seconds before she collapsed to the floor. “That went well” thought Thorred as he rushed over to make her comfortable while he tried to wake her. After a few moments she opened her eyes and gazed up at him “are you real?” she asked. “I’m afraid so” he replied.

News had spread through the ship like electricity and before Thorred had a chance to explain things to Jela, the lounge filled with crew. Thorred settled Jela in a chair and no sooner had he done so than an over eager Sig had stormed across the room and forcibly punched him in the arm.
“HAH!” shouted Sig “You’re back from the dead!”
From then on, everything was a blur as everyone excitedly questioned and talked to Thorred under the stunned gaze of Jela. After a while, Thorred noticed that Taters wasn’t there. Thorred found Tulley and asked her if she would go and find him so she disappeared but didn’t return. Drink began to flow and the lounge gained a party atmosphere. Thorred was stolen by one person after another but after an hour he finally managed to sit with Jela.
“Where have you been?” she asked him “You were dead…and now you’ve changed.”
“I haven’t changed a bit” replied Thorred “well…apart from being purple and having pointed ears now.”
Jela looked at his face tenderly and began to sob “I missed you so much!” she said.
“You helped me to return” replied Thorred.

The following day, the whole crew gathered on the bridge and under the authority of Captain Drackus Smith, Jela and Thorred were married. Fran stood aside and Joo’an accepted the bouquet because Tulley said she never wanted to get married. By the end of the day, Thorred and Jela had a joint billet and Tulley made sure that it was suitably decorated in the most floral way she could.

Over the next two weeks, they made their way to Charran and Drackus insisted that Jela and Thorred would spend a week there together, while the rest of the crew traded with nearby systems. The trip was a strange one because no one really knew how they felt about Thorred’s return so it was probably for the best that Jela and Thorred left for a week so that everyone could adjust. They were met by Elradar who almost exploded when he saw them. He whisked them away to his palace and had prepared the most exquisite suite for their stay. The first evening there, he held a small banquet for just the four of them (including his concubine) and quizzed him about his trials before insisting that they enjoy their stay and that he would leave them to their own devices now that his questions were answered. When the banquet was over Thorred and Jela retired to their suite and fell into each other’s arms.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 2
« Reply #8 on: April 13, 2012, 12:09:16 PM »
Nope, sorry. That's just not believable.

He's been dead for eighteen months, he returns and she just forgives him for being away so long and marries him? She's like no female I've ever known.  She should have made him suffer for a month, at least :lol:


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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 2
« Reply #9 on: April 13, 2012, 12:23:55 PM »
You want so much so quickly... do you honestly believe I don't have that covered?
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 2
« Reply #10 on: April 13, 2012, 12:42:35 PM »
Sorry :whistle:
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 2
« Reply #11 on: April 13, 2012, 01:50:38 PM »
Think of it as being swept off her feet before everything has sunk in properly...
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 3
« Reply #12 on: April 13, 2012, 03:31:37 PM »
The Bohkin stalked the corridors of the underground bunker. Her lithe body flexed as she quickly dashed from chamber to chamber in search of the alarm that had sounded. Her enforced hibernation had rankled her but she understood why it had been necessary…secrecy was paramount. She finally found where the alarm sound was coming from and strode over to the console to reset it. She did so and then looked at the row upon row of caskets that were arranged around the walls of the chamber. As she watched, each of the flashing lights on the front of every casket changed from red to amber. Things were progressing nicely and it would only be a matter of time before they could all be opened. The Bohkin smiled a toothy smile as she flicked a few switches on the console and it hummed to life.
“Ekshelllent” she said to herself as the other chambers began to emit alarm sounds and she dashed to reset them.

Thorred lay back on the silk sheets and felt Jela’s breath upon his chest. She was asleep but was restless. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. After a few moments his thoughts turned to the casket that he was given on Prime. He had forgotten all about it and had left it on The Obituary. He felt a little guilty that he hadn’t even read the note from Rask yet. He made a mental note to do so on his return to The Obituary before he was disturbed by Jela’s movement. She had awoken abruptly and when Thorred looked at her, she was staring blearily at him. She pushed herself away from him with a shocked look on her face before it softened to one of recognition.
“Good morning” said Thorred as Jela snuggled back into him.
“Good morning, lover” she replied and she squeezed him gently before relaxing again.
“Your sleep was restless again” said Thorred.
“It was nothing” she replied “just some funny dreams, nothing more.”
“We’ll have to work on something to replace them” said Thorred as he kissed her forehead.
“Yes…definitely” she replied as she ran her fingers over the light purple skin of his arms. She stared at it as she did so and seemed to be deep in contemplation. She prodded at it and as she did so the purple seemed to disappear to a pale tan before returning.
“It is strange, isn’t it?” said Thorred as he noticed what she was doing.
“A little” replied Jela “do you think our children will have your colouring?”
“Children?” asked Thorred “I hadn’t thought of children…” he paused for a moment before replying “I am not sure whether we will be able to have them.”
“Oh…” said Jela with a disheartened tone to her voice “you don’t want them?”
“I didn’t say that” replied Thorred “we have just married and I hadn’t thought about children yet…our vows are still fresh in my ears.”
Jela looked at his ears and dwelled on the pointed tips. His differences were beginning to dawn on her and although she knew she was lying with Thorred, she also realised how much he had changed.
“Will you ask someone to find out for me?” said Jela “I’d like to know if we are able.”
“I will talk to Kaal’uin when we return to the ship” replied Thorred.
“Thank you” she said as she slowly slipped on top of him “now…let’s wake up properly.”

After another couple of days, The Obituary docked at the Charran space-port and Jela and Thorred rejoined the ship. They were both heartily welcomed before the ship moved off and talk of the trading expedition filled the air. Apparently, it had been very fruitful with a small amount of excitement to add to the adventure. They had been tasked to collect some cases from a small star-port on the edge of the system. When they arrived they found the star-port under attack by a small group of activists. The Obituary was able to send them packing but inadvertently disabled her docking system in the process. That meant that Sally and Trev ended up having to carry the cases through the emergency airlocks via a lifeline, in EVA suits. When they did this, the star-port owners were so pleased with their intervention that they provided an extra case of some fine Struuthian Cognac for their trouble so both Chook and the captain were very impressed. Tulley managed to repair The Obituary’s docking system with Taters’ help so everything ended up working out nicely. When they delivered the cases and mentioned what had happened, the trader compensated them for their trouble in addition to the agreed sum so overall, it had been an excellent trip.

After all the chat, Thorred and Jela returned to their duties and everything appeared to be returning to the normality that existed before Thorred had left. Now that he had been to Charran, he was able to replace his bio-suit with a more acceptable range of clothing that he had bought on one of the visits to the bazaar. His old clothes were no longer suitable because he had grown broader and they didn’t fit him any more. Thorred now felt much happier because it was another step towards returning to himself. He joined Sally, Sig and Benn in the security office and after a few smutty comments from Sig, he settled back into his security role.
“We’ve contacted the home-world and they are happy that you were not killed and have sent details of your service termination” said Sally “all you need to do is sign the dockets and you are a civilian again.”
Thorred looked at Sally and at the forms he held out to him. He didn’t know what to think.
“I wasn’t thinking of leaving the army” he replied at length.
“I am afraid that, due to your new stature, you have been given little choice” replied Sally “they no longer view you as being able to be part of the Grymn army because you are no longer fully Grymn.”
“What!?” growled Thorred “you are kidding me!”
“I am afraid not” said Sally with a solemn look “I’m sorry.”
Thorred quickly read the forms and realised that his termination had already happened and the forms were just to say that he had been given the news and accepted the pension rights on offer. With a furious look on his face, he signed the forms and handed them back to Sally.
“I’ll be in the cargo bay” he said as he stormed out.
“Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed today” said Sally.
“I don’t think that he has a wrong side of the bed any more” replied Sig with a snigger.
“Another comment like that, lad, and I’ll have you out on the hull cleaning the gun barrels in an EVA suit” replied Sally curtly.
“Sorry Sally” replied Sig.
“You should be… he’s probably just a little tired out after his honeymoon” replied Sally and the security office erupted with laughter.

 Thorred stormed into the cargo hold and paced around with fury in his eyes. Taters noticed what was going on, picked up a large pair of sparring pads and went to join him. Thorred watched taters approach and took his shirt off. Taters raised the pads and Thorred struck them.
“They’ve kicked me out of the army” said Thorred bitterly has he punched at the pads.
“I know” replied Taters “they did the same to me.” Taters moved the pads to different positions and braced for more punches.
“You were kicked out too?” asked Thorred between jabs “Why?”
“There were no more reploid forces… they were wiped out so they disbanded the corps” replied Taters “there was nowhere for me to fit in.”
“We worked hard for them” replied Thorred as his punches flew with more force “and they get rid of us so easily.”
“It is the way of things” replied Taters as he braced himself better under the blows of Thorred’s fists.
“I am a Grymn!” Shouted Thorred and he focussed all of his anger on the pad before striking it with so much force that Taters lost his balance and sat on the deck as the pad tore of his forearm and flew across the cargo bay. Taters looked up at Thorred and said “No you’re not…not any more.”
Thorred glared at him and as he did so he looked at the purple hue of his skin. Taters climbed to his feet.
“Neither of us are Grymn any more” he said, sadly “we have to find our own path now.”
“But…” Thorred started to say as his anger left him. His shoulders slumped and he sighed heavily as he said “I guess you are right.”
“Of course I am” he replied “I think the same as you and you know what I say is exactly what you are thinking.”
“I know” replied Thorred “but it doesn’t make it any easier to accept.”
“I found it difficult at first” said Taters “but the more you realise how different you have become, the more you realise that you need to find a more appropriate place to find out who you are” he paused and continued “I think that we can find our place here.”
“I am a warrior, not a trader” replied Thorred “I can’t see security work on board this ship keeping my focus for very long.”
Taters looked at him through his glowing ocular devices and tilted his head slightly before saying “for now then.”
“I guess so” replied Thorred.
“You have also gained other responsibilities” replied Taters “your wife is settled here and she lost you once…she doesn’t want to lose you again, I’m sure.”
“I’d take her with me” replied Thorred.
“I doubt that” said Taters and Thorred couldn’t argue because he knew that he was right. They stood silently for a moment before Taters said “your strength has improved dramatically… you no longer punch like a child.”
“What?” replied Thorred with a steely grin on his face.
“You now punch like a teenager” said Taters as he retrieved the lost sparring pad and refitted it.
“Really?” replied Thorred as he struck the pads.
“I nearly felt that” said Taters and he chirruped an electronic laugh.
The tension cleared and the sparring started in earnest as Sally, who had gone to make sure Thorred was alright, watched on from the shadows.
“I’ll have to keep an eye on him” thought Sally as watched Thorred batter the sparring pads “he’s grown.”

Later that day Thorred decided to read the note from Rask and then contact Kaal’uin about what Jela had said. He made his way to his billet and found it empty so he found the casket and the attached note. He removed the note and read it. It was written in Sleiti but Thorred could read it easily.

‘The child, Thorred,

Greetings.

The casket I have given you contains my remains. I know that you will find an appropriate place to scatter them. My caste is lowly since the War to end all Wars and I find it distasteful to be cast amongst the waste of our city.

I took the liberty to strengthen your resolve and your abilities. The Grymn are an exceptional creation but they are not perfect by any means. You showed me humility and in return I gave you my last breath. Within your body you carry Sleiti and Alphoid genetic code. The Alphoid was a prime specimen found far from your space but the Sleiti codes came from my own blood. As a result, you will have gained some of my abilities. If you study you may learn to use them. I am sure that the one known as Joo’an will be able to find the right material for your education if you explain to her what has happened.

Although you have changed physically, your prominent genealogy is Grymn and any offspring that are created from your seed will be Grymn with no hybridisation. I have specifically formulated your reproductive cells to ensure that this happened for your wellbeing.

By now you will have learned that you are able to mind speak and communicate fluidly in our language. There will be more to learn as time passes.

I thank you for the privilege of your creation. You are a son to me and I know that you will be an example to your kin.

Take heed. There is darkness coming and you need to be prepared.

Esteemed Crafter Rask Theil’mon, weaver of flesh, binder of souls, builder of minds.’

Thorred pondered what was written and decided that he didn’t need to disturb Kaal’uin, now that he knew what Jela needed to know. It was also a comfort to him that any children he fathered would be Grymn rather than a hybrid. He carefully tucked the note back into its envelope and placed it in his document case. He looked at the casket and placed it safely in the bottom of his cabinet. He resolved to find the perfect place to scatter the ashes, closed the door and left to find Jela.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 3
« Reply #13 on: April 14, 2012, 08:13:02 PM »
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 4
« Reply #14 on: April 18, 2012, 10:59:03 AM »
Yep :) ...

Thorred found Jela and told her of the note and what it said. She was pleased to hear the news and smiled heartily but then went quiet when she looked at Thorred.
“What is it?” Thorred asked her “are you not pleased?”
“Yes, I am” she replied “I am just worried about what could happen…we only have the word of one man that things will be alright. What if he is wrong?”
“Then we will be the same as every other race and we will take our luck as it comes” replied Thorred “nothing is ever certain.”
Jela looked at the floor and said “I guess so.”
“We’ll be fine” said Thorred.
“I hope so” she replied.
The conversation petered out and Thorred decided to go and find Taters. Since Thorred had returned to the ship, Taters had kept almost solely to the cargo bay and Tulley’s company. He felt very self conscious around the other crew members and hated to think what they now thought of him after he lied to them all. None of the crew members were behaving any differently to him because they understood why he had lied but that didn’t seem to stop Taters from feeling guilty. As expected, Thorred found him in the cargo bay with Tulley and they were busy dissecting some electronics behind one of the consoles. He listened to them chatting away as they worked and he felt a little sorry for them because Tulley was besotted with Taters and Taters wasn’t able to give her anything but companionship in return. He was almost surprised that she hadn’t attached herself to him but realised that she liked Taters because of what he was as well as who he was… something he found difficult to understand. He decided to leave them to their work and was about to return to the security office when Chook put a clawed hand on his shoulder.
“Why do you not wear your gift?” asked Chook.
“Pardon?” replied Thorred as he realised that Chook was talking to him.
“Your gift; why don’t you wear it?” Asked Chook again as he stared intently at Thorred.
“It is not for me… I feel naked” replied Thorred.
“A gift like that is a privilege and you should wear it” replied Chook indignantly.
“It may be a privilege but I am… was… a Grymn and they don’t wear bio-suits” Thorred said as he looked into Chooks yellow eyes.
“But… the suit is a symbol of what you have become… a display of your new talents” replied Chook and he looked confused “why would you not want to show that off?”
“I didn’t ask for the ‘gift’, as you put it… I was given it without my consent” said Thorred with a little bitterness in his voice “you may see it as a gift but it is just another thing that makes me less Grymn and that irks me at the moment. Maybe in time, I will be able to accept it but at the moment, I want to forget it.”
“You belittle Rask’s achievement” replied Chook flatly.
“I am glad to be alive and I would thank Rask for that, if he was here” replied Thorred “but I would question the need for me to have purple skin, pointed ears and the ability to speak with my mind.”
“He thought these gifts would be appreciated” suggested Chook.
“He thought about things he was immersed in and didn’t think how they might affect someone who wasn’t from his race or wasn’t expecting to change” replied Thorred “I am exceptionally glad that he brought me back and know what he went through to do it but my ‘gifts’ are something that I need to come to terms with and at the moment I don’t recognise them and want to ignore them until I can.”
“Would you place the bio-suits into my custody until you are able to wear them?” asked Chook “they need to be worn or they will die.”
“Do they?” asked Thorred and after a few seconds of thought he said “I guess they would, wouldn’t they? Yes… yes of course you can look after them. I’ll fetch them for you.”
“Thank you” replied Chook with a satisfied, yet toothy grin.
They both went to Thorred’s billet and the small case with the bio-suits in was handed to Chook.
“What is in the casket?” asked Chook bluntly.
“Rask” replied Thorred equally bluntly.
“Where are you going to scatter his remains?” asked Chook.
“I haven’t decided yet” replied Thorred “it needs to be appropriate.”
“You are not as much a fool as you would have us believe, Thorred Oak Arm” said Chook flatly as he left “you will, of course, be seeking council with Joo’an at some point?”
“At some point, yes” replied Thorred.
“Make it soon” replied Chook as the tip of his tail flicked passed the edge of the door-way and he disappeared.
Thorred sat heavily on the edge of his bed and sighed heavily. He stared at his hands as he rotated them so that he could see the backs and palms. The joy of being alive was slowly waning and the realisation of what he had become was starting to take hold of him. He got to his feet, walked over to the basin and stared into the mirror above it. He stared deeply into his eyes and was happy to see his green eyes staring back. He turned his head slightly so that he could see the point of his ear and carefully squeezed it as if to make sure it was really there. He sighed again, ran some water into the basin and splashed his face with it and was disappointed that when he next looked into the mirror, the purple hue of his skin was still visible.
“You can’t wash it off” said a voice behind him and he turned abruptly to face it. When he did, he was surprised to see Drackus standing in the door-way.
“I know” replied Thorred as he timidly dried his face.
“You need to find something to do or you will drive yourself mad, son” said Drackus flatly “you need to have time to think about everything but dwelling on it will be the death of you.”
Thorred looked at the captain and didn’t say anything. He knew that there was no argument to what he had spoken.
“So we’re going on a trip” said Drackus “You may like it because you’ll get to use your head again!”
“Where are we going?” asked Thorred.
“We’re going to see if we can find some more limbs for Taters” replied Drackus “we’ll have to trade a bit as well but you can do the digging and when you have found out where they are, we’ll go and see if we can… procure them.”
“How am I going to do that?” asked Thorred.
“I don’t know… you were the provost officer, not I” replied Drackus with a grin “but I suggest that Sally would be a good place to start.”
“So you’ve made up a job to keep me busy then?” asked Thorred.
“Exactly… now snap to it!” replied Drackus as he pointed to the door “you wouldn’t have done it yourself, now would you?”
Thorred shrugged, left his billet and made his way towards the security office.
“Sally was right” thought Drackus as he watched Thorred leave “we do need to keep an eye on him.”
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 5
« Reply #15 on: April 18, 2012, 02:50:23 PM »
The amber lights flashed green and were accompanied by an audible alarm that echoed through the bunker chambers and all the way back to the small living space that was currently occupied by the female Bohkin. She was startled by the sound because she had been sleeping but as soon as she understood what was going on, she leapt from her bed and made her way to the nearest of the consoles to reset the alarms. When she arrived, she silenced the alarm and checked the containers. Each of them had a bright green light on the front and next to that, a timer that was counting down from seven days, in seconds.
“Shicksh days, twenty three hoursh and fifty five minutesh to go” said the Bohkin to herself and she smiled broadly “the master will be pleased.” She looked up to the ceiling as if she was talking to it and said “not long now.”
Further alarms began to sound and she left to silence them, singing coarsely as she went.

Joo’an appeared out of nowhere and startled Thorred.
“I understand that you wish to speak to me” she said.
“Do I?” replied Thorred as he looked up from his terminal.
“Chook said that you wished to talk to me about your new abilities” she replied “did he lie?”
“No, he didn’t lie… I do need to talk to you at some point but I haven’t decided when” replied Thorred.
“Oh…” replied Joo’an “Chook made it sound like you needed to get something off your chest.”
“He may have misread my mood” replied Thorred.
“Yes…” she replied sadly “there are times when I find my lack of psychic ability troubling…I expect I read more into his tone than was really there.”
She turned to leave and Thorred stopped her.
“Sorry Joo’an…” he said “are you busy now?”
“No, I have nothing but time” she replied.
“Shall we go to the lounge?” Thorred said “I could do with a break from this” he continued as he pointed to his monitor.
“Yes, we can get refreshments while we are there” she replied.
“Good” replied Thorred and they both made their way to the lounge.
“You are aware that Jela has spoken with me at length” said Joo’an.
“No” replied Thorred with a little surprise.
“While you were away, she grieved terribly and needed to unburden herself” continued Joo’an “I fear that her spirit would have been broken, had she not sought council.”
“I had no idea that she had taken things so badly” replied Thorred.
“She had almost started to overcome her grief when you returned…it was a huge shock for her… and to see how much you had changed as well” said Joo’an “I was surprised at how quickly you married, Thorred, I would have credited you with more sense than to do such a rash thing.”
“I love Jela” he said abruptly “she loves me… why wouldn’t we marry?”
“I fear that you are no longer yourself…and I fear that Jela now feels that she has married someone who she no longer knows” Joo’an continued “how can she claim to know you when you no longer know yourself?”
Thorred could feel himself tensing up as Joo’an spoke. Her plain way of speaking was getting under his skin and he felt that she was blaming him for being away so long.
“You should have waited to see how things had changed before you made such a decision” continued Joo’an as they sat down at one of the lounge tables with a soft drink “you have been cruel and selfish.”
Thorred had heard enough and he slammed his fist down on the table with rage. The table surface shattered as his fist struck home and fragments of the rare timber exploded in all directions. Joo’an fell back from her seat and landed on the floor as Thorred was about to stand.
“That’s enough of that” said Sally tersely as he put a restraining hand on Thorred’s shoulder “I won’t have you upsetting the crew.”
“Let me go!” shouted Thorred as he twisted under Sally’s grip, took hold of his wrist and threw him over his shoulder and down onto the shattered table. Thorred was snarling with rage as he looked down at them “Who are you to tell me about anything!” he raged.
“THORRED!” shouted Drackus “You are on my ship and you will stand down immediately…that is an order!”
Thorred stared at the captain for a moment and it was like a veil had been lifted from him. He quickly looked at Sally climbing up from the table and the shocked Joo’an sitting on the floor and he suddenly felt ashamed.
“Captain!” he said as he stood sharply to attention “I don’t know…”
“Sally, escort him to the brig” said Drackus and he turned to Thorred before saying “we’ll talk about this when you have had a chance to calm down.”
Drackus nodded to Sally who put cuffs on Thorred and walked him from the lounge. He put out his hand to Joo’an and she took it and found her feet again.
“Thank you Joo’an” said Drackus “I wasn’t sure how he would react but Sally was right, we really do need to keep an eye on Thorred.”
“Yes, I agree” said Joo’an as she brushed the splinters from her floral, pleated skirt.
“Could this be a Sleiti reaction or is it as I fear; an Alphoid one?” asked Drackus.
“It could be either but I would suspect that it is Alphoid, they tend to be more primal” replied Joo’an.
“I guess that you and Sally have your work cut out then” said Drackus.
“I guess so” she replied.

Thorred was put in the cell and had his cuffs removed. Sally left, locked the door behind him and said nothing. Thorred was left with his thoughts and he was suddenly aware of how much he had changed. He stared angrily at his purple hands as he felt the rage inside him building again.
“WHY ME?!” he shouted and he punched the wall as he paced around the cell “I didn’t want this…I am a Grymn not a freak!” He growled like a feral beast as he stalked around, raving at the room. He shone with sweat as he got angrier and angrier. He ripped the seat from its fittings and threw it at the door; leaving a dent in the heavy, metal surface as the seat split and fell to the floor in pieces.
“GGGRRRRAAAARRRGGHHH!!!!” screamed Thorred as the torment of his situation swept through him and he sat heavily on the bed. He screamed again and tears began to flow from his eyes as the rage built to such a level that he lost control and began to weep uncontrollably.
“WHY ME?” he shouted “why me?”
Thorred could feel his anger ebbing away as his tears did their work and he allowed himself to be consumed with self pity.
Sally looked at the monitor and saw Thorred sobbing on the edge of his bed.
“What do we do, Drackus?” he asked.
“We let him land in a mess and then we help him to tidy it up” replied Drackus “I am just glad that this happened where it did and not in his billet with Jela.”
“I dread to think what would have happened…” started Sally but Drackus cut in “well, it didn’t happen so we can forget about it.
“Aye” replied Sally.
“Let him sleep it off and we’ll talk to him tomorrow” said Drackus “in the meantime, I think Jela should be given a separate billet. Could you arrange that?”
“Aye, Drackus” replied Sally “I’ll talk to her straight away and we’ll get things moved into one of the guest quarters.”
“Good stuff” said Drackus and they both left the security office but before they went too far Sally turned to Sig and said “no one is to open that cell or communicate with Thorred until I return.”
“Aye, Sally” replied Sig and he continued dealing cards.

Jela was shocked when she found out what had happened and her first thought was to dash to the security office and see if Thorred was alright. It was only after she had been made aware of how dangerous it might be that she began to think clearly and agreed to what the Captain had planned. With Tulley and Joo’an’s help, she moved her things into one of the guest quarters and spent the rest of the afternoon talking with Joo’an about why things had taken such a turn for the worse.
“Hormones?” asked Jela.
“Yes, hormones” replied Joo’an.
“But…we all have them…and Sally… why doesn’t he get so angry?” Jela asked.
“Sally hasn’t just got married and spent every night in the arms of his lover” replied Joo’an simply.
“What?” replied Jela.
“An Alphoid is a very primal creature. Where hormone levels in other races drop off again after mating, an Alphoid’s don’t” said Joo’an “That means that the levels will continue to rise after each mating.”
Jela looked at Joo’an incredulously.
“It enables them to remain in control of a harem and also to have the aggression to defend it” continued Joo’an “and seeing as Thorred is refusing to accept that he has changed, he has allowed things to build up to a point where he is no longer fully in control of his aggression.”
“So when did you work all this out?” asked Jela.
“When Sally told him that the army was terminating his service” replied Joo’an.
“But… he could have gone crazy with me!” said Jela.
“He loves you too much for that…” replied Joo’an “we wanted to nip things in the bud quickly so Drackus suggested that I should ask him questions that would inflame his anger… and we quickly found out how bad things had got.”
“So what is the solution?” asked Jela.
“He either goes berserk in the Gymn, picks a fight with someone…or takes some medication that calms him down by stopping the flow of hormones after each mating” said Joo’an in a matter of fact way “I suggest the medication.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call it mating” said Jela “you make him sound like an animal.”
“I am sorry, it is how we refer to copulation on Prime” replied Joo’an and Jela suddenly felt embarrassed.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to suggest…” she started.
“Think nothing of it” replied Joo’an “it is just our cultural differences” she continued as she plucked her notebook from her pocket and jotted a few notes.
“What to you call it then?” she asked.
“Making love?” said Jela “or if it is just for fun, a quickie!”
Joo’an made a few more notes and put her pad away “I still have much to learn” she said wistfully.
“So how are we going to deal with Thorred?” asked Jela.
“Sally and I will give him council and hope that he listens” replied Joo’an “if he doesn’t, I fear that he will be asked to leave the ship…and that has implications on both of you.”
“Oh…” replied Jela “I guess we’ll just have to make sure he listens then.”
“Yes” replied Joo’an. She looked at Jela who seemed to be deep in thought “how do you feel about Thorred?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” said Jela.
“He is not the man that left on the Sleiti ship” Joo’an replied.
“Yes he is” replied Jela with a smile “he is just a little more complicated, that is all.”
“But he has changed so much” replied Joo’an.
“Yes… but haven’t we all?” she replied “I know that everyone thought I was mad to marry him so quickly… but to me, the moment he returned, it was like he had never been away” she continued “All I needed to do was look into his eyes…”
“And what about his new form? Does that not upset you?” replied Joo’an.
“He is bigger, tougher and has his eyes back” replied Jela and then she blushed before saying “and he is even more passionate than he was before… so I can accept the purple skin and pointed ears… he is a complete hunk!”
“And what about his psychic abilities?” asked Joo’an.
“What psychic abilities?” replied Joo’an.
“He can communicate with his mind and wear bio-suits…he can also understand the Sleiti language and use it to communicate” said Joo’an “we haven’t even started to learn about its strength or range of abilities yet.”
“I had no idea” replied Jela “he never mentioned it.”
“He was wearing a bio-suit on your honeymoon” replied Joo’an.
“I never noticed… my mind was on other things… “Jela paused for a moment and said “why didn’t he tell me?”
“Because he is trying to ignore what he has become and is struggling to come to terms with not being fully Grymn any more” said Joo’an “having his military service terminated was the last straw.”
“I want to talk to him” said Jela.
“I’m sorry but you can’t at the moment because he is not himself” replied Joo’an “tomorrow should be alright though… he should have calmed down by then.”
Jela looked sullenly at the floor as she nodded in acceptance.
“I worry for him” she said after a while.
“I know” replied Joo’an “but we need to set everything straight.”
“I guess so” replied Jela “I just miss him so much at the moment… he needs me to be there.”
“Everything in good time” replied Joo’an.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 5
« Reply #16 on: April 18, 2012, 03:41:06 PM »
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 6
« Reply #17 on: April 18, 2012, 04:21:11 PM »
Thorred slept soundly. All of the aggression had left him and exhaustion had taken hold of him. When he woke, he felt fully refreshed and he sat up in his bed. He stretched and looked around his cell and the events of the previous day suddenly came flooding back to his mind. The broken chair lay by the dented door and it was like an accusing finger pointing in his direction. He sighed heavily, got out of bed and made a small effort to tidy up but quickly realised that it couldn’t be done so he splashed some water from the sink on to his face to help him wake up properly.
“Good morning” said a voice from the other side of the door and a small flap opened just above the dent “are you ready for something to eat?”
“Yes…please, Sally” replied Thorred.
“Are you safe to let out?” asked Sally as he opened the door, smiling.
“I hope so” replied Thorred sheepishly. He looked at Sally and said “I don’t know what happened.”
“Have something to eat and we’ll have a little chat about why I don’t have a mate aboard this ship” said Sally “and Benn will be your shadow today so you will accept his authority until I am happy that you are back to yourself.”
“That’s fair” said Thorred and he looked at Sally “I’m really sorry” he said solemnly.
“I know son” said Sally “maybe now you’ll wise up a bit, eh?”
“Yes” replied Thorred simply.

Benn escorted Thorred to the lounge and they both sat down for breakfast. Thorred was famished and ate three full breakfasts before he was sated. Benn just sat and stared at him.
“What?” asked Thorred.
“It was a pretty weird day yesterday, wasn’t it?” Benn replied.
“I guess so” replied Thorred.
“You’ll be apologising to a lot of people today, I reckon” said Benn smiling at him “especially Joo’an… you knocked her right on her arse!”
“Do you have to?” asked Thorred as the shame filled him.
“It’s all part of the healing process” replied Benn with an even bigger smile “I don’t envy your visit to the captain this morning either.”
“Oh… come on Benn... give it a rest, will you?” said Thorred imploringly “I feel bad enough already.”
“And Jela… the captain’s moved her into the guest quarters for now” continued Benn “you can’t be trusted with her at the moment…”
“What?” asked Thorred “you’re joking?”
“Nope” replied Benn “You are lucky to still be on board.”
“Oh, come on…” started Thorred “I know you’re joking now.”
“Just wait until you’ve seen the captain” said Benn “you’ll soon find out… have you finished your breakfast? We need to get on.”
“I need to freshen up” replied Thorred.
“There will be time for that later” replied Benn who was practically bursting with excitement as he said “the captain wants to see you straight after you’ve eaten.”
“Feth” said Thorred as Benn stood up, punched him on the arm and said “don’t worry…I’m sure he’s got some lovely jobs for you to do. Let’s go.”
Thorred got up and joined Benn on the visit to see Drackus. Benn stood outside as Thorred entered and the door closed behind him.
“Sit down, Thorred” said Drackus flatly as he gestured to the seat in front of his desk. Both of them sat down and Drackus stared at Thorred over the charts and books on his desk.
“Trust is a very difficult thing to acquire” said Drackus as he continued to stare at Thorred “it can take a lifetime to achieve but a second to lose.” Drackus stood up, turned his back on Thorred and looked out of his window. He looked at the stars and a distant sun that blazed orange in the blackness of space. He knew exactly what he was doing… he was making Thorred suffer. He turned back towards him and looked down at him.
“Explain your actions” said Drackus.
“I am sorry sir…I don’t know what happened” replied Thorred “I got so angry, I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“I know” said Drackus.
“What do you mean, sir?” replied Thorred.
“You didn’t know what was going on” said Drackus. Thorred just sat and looked at him with a confused look on his face.
“And that is no excuse” Drackus continued.
“What do you mean?” asked Thorred.
“You are an intelligent Grymn but sometimes you can be completely stupid!” said Drackus as he looked out of the window again “you have allowed yourself to be compromised as a result of your determination to ignore that you have changed.”
“Sir?” asked Thorred.
“You are part Alphoid, part Grymn and part Sleiti… did you expect that your behaviour and abilities would remain exactly the same as before?” replied Drackus “you have three races competing with each other inside your body and until you decide to take a seat and learn about how your body works, you are going to continue flipping out and if that happens, you will be ejected from my ship!”
Thorred stared at the back of Drackus’ head and said “I hadn’t thought of it like that before.”
“No” replied Drackus as he turned around to face him again “you haven’t thought at all!”
“No sir” replied Thorred and his shoulders drooped.
“Well… now you are going to start thinking” replied Drackus and he sat down again. He looked at Thorred and said “I have arranged for you to have a rather embarrassing chat with Sally and Joo’an. Until you have satisfied me that you are fully aware of your situation, Jela will be living in separate accommodation and will be chaperoned in your company. Once I am happy that everything has been sorted out, Jela can return with you to your billet and we can all get back to a bit of normality. Call it incentive.”
“Yes, sir” replied Thorred with a look of resignation.
“You will return to your billet and freshen up. You will be in the lounge in one hour. You will be escorted by Benn and he will remain with you until Sally and Joo’an are happy that you are safe.”
“Yes sir” replied Thorred.
“Off you go then” said Drackus “Oh…one more thing… you are dry until things are sorted out.”
“Yes sir… I won’t touch a drop” replied Thorred and he left the room to be met by Benn.
Drackus watched the door close and smiled to himself. He knew that Thorred would soon understand his limitations and would stop feeling sorry for himself. He just needed a little bit of a push to get started. Drackus whistled and Blue appeared from his basket. He dashed over to Drackus, climbed his sleeve and wrapped himself around his neck. Drackus stroked him affectionately and said “You are lucky. You don’t have these things to deal with.” Blue just looked at him for a second and snuggled in closely rubbing his face on Drackus’ hand. Drackus continued to fuss over Blue as he gazed, unfocused at the stars outside and he soon became lost in his thoughts.

Drackus was right. Thorred soon learned all about his predicament and agreed with the suggestions that Joo’an and Sally came up with. Sally explained all about how he coped with his post coital aggression and Thorred agreed to be straight with him when he found himself getting too wound up. He also agreed to try some medication to take the edge off things. Joo’an suggested that he should start to attend regular counselling with her and Chook to see just how much psychic ability he had aquired. Thorred told her of what Rask had mentioned in his note and she said that she would try and help him to find out what abilities he was referring to. In no time at all, Jela was allowed to move back in with Thorred and they got back to being a normal couple. Sig found it hilarious that Thorred needed medication to calm him down after sexual activity and every morning he rattled a pepper shaker with a big grin on his face. Thorred ignored him and suggested that he should concentrate on his own nuptials and not his. Sig just carried on as Thorred knew he would.

Very quickly, the ship regained its harmony. Even Taters started moving about the ship more freely because he was getting fed up with so many crew members cluttering up the cargo hold asking him his opinions on things and generally chatting and getting under his feet. Drackus was pleased about how things had turned out and felt that everything was under control again. He also decided that it was time to get some work done so he put the feelers out for jobs and before long a rather interesting thing happened.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 7
« Reply #18 on: April 19, 2012, 10:37:11 AM »
Two days after receiving the instructions, The Obituary docked with a small cruiser at a designated point of space. After a couple of hours, the two ships went their separate ways but The Obituary was a little heavier than it was before.

It was a simple job; pick up a passenger and transport her home. The captain thought it would be easy money and was more than happy to accept the job even though Sally wasn’t too keen. Because of her size, she was billeted in the cargo area and had to make use of the facilities in the security office but apart from that, she was free to move about the ship as she wished with the exception of the captain’s cabin and the bridge; unless she was escorted.

Herva would probably have been termed beautiful by other members of her race but to the crew of The Obituary she looked just like Sally but slimmer and with a bust. Facially, you could barely tell them apart. She was just as muscular as he was but was a couple of inches shorter. Her skin was lilac rather than Sally’s deep purple and she had piercing brown eyes. Just like Sally, she was hairless. She walked with the poise and grace of a princess and was very politely spoken with a deep resonating tone to her voice. She dressed sparingly in just enough, brightly coloured, silk and satin to cover her modesty. Tulley lit up when she met her and made every effort to make her stay in the cargo hold as comfortable as possible.

Thorred walked into the security office as he usually did but he immediately felt that something was wrong. Sig and Benn were there but they were completely silent. There was no pepper pot shaking today and when he looked at them, they just ignored him and tried to look busy.
“What’s up guys?” asked Thorred.
Sig just looked at him and shook his head quickly as a signal for him to not say another word but Thorred didn’t catch on.
“Guys?” he asked again.
“Oh…nice of you to turn up today” said Sally as he stomped into the security office irritably.
“I’m on time…” started Thorred but he was quickly cut off.
“You’re on time? You owe me a year and a half boy!” snapped Sally quickly “and what information have you managed to find on our new guest? I bet you haven’t even looked!”
“You always start the…” began Thorred.
“Oh… it’s my job is it?” replied Sally with a sneer “It’s always my job.”
Sig threw a pitiful glance at Thorred but Sally spotted him.
“And what are you looking at?” snapped Sally “haven’t you got investigating to do?”
“Yes Sally” replied Sig and he buried his head into his terminal and started to feverishly tap the keyboard.
“Hmmm…” snarled Sally as he turned around and left “I’m off to the bridge.”
After a few moments of silence Thorred turned to Sig and said “what the feth was that all about?”
“It’s the passenger” said Sig “she’s…I don’t know how to put it… I suppose you could say that she’s receptive.”
“What?” replied Thorred “receptive to what?”
Benn looked up and said plainly “she’s on heat.”
“Oh” replied Thorred.
“Oh indeed” said Benn “I’d be worried for you too.”
“Why?” replied Thorred.
“If Sally’s blood is up, yours will be too…maybe?” said Benn.
Thorred looked at Sig who just nodded at him with a big grin on his face. Thorred looked shocked.
“You don’t think… no, you can’t… surely I won’t…” Thorred spluttered and Sig could barely contain his laughter.
“It’s the purple gorilla effect!” said Sig as he dissolved in a fit of laughter.
Thorred looked terrified and said abruptly “I’m off to see Joo’an.” He left the room in a rush, leaving Benn and Sig laughing behind him.

“You should be fine” said Joo’an with a smile “I very much doubt that you will be affected because, from what I can tell, you lack the receptors and the base of your sinuses.”
“Are you sure?” asked Thorred with a hint of desperation in his voice.
“I am as sure as I can be” said Joo’an “but to be sure, let Jela know about the situation.”
“Right…oh feth… Jela!” he spluttered “what will she think of me?”
“I am sure that she will understand the situation” replied Joo’an “she has been very understanding so far, has she not?”
“I guess so…” replied Thorred “I best wait a while before I go near the bridge because Sally is on the warpath.”
“Poor Sally” Joo’an said “He spends so much time isolating himself from that sort of thing and now he can’t escape it.”
“And we can’t escape him!” replied Thorred.
“I am sure Drackus will sort everything out” replied Joo’an “he and Sally have been crew-mates for a long time.”
“I hope so” replied Thorred “I’d better get back to security before Sally sees that I have gone… thank you.”
“You are welcome” she replied and once he had left, she allowed herself a small chuckle. She took out her notebook and wrote a few lines before tucking it away again.

“You’ll have to deal with it” said Drackus firmly “she is a guest and we have to make her stay as comfortable as possible… there is a lot of money at stake.”
“But captain… her scent is driving me mad!” replied Sally.
“Come on Sally, you’ve been in this situation before… do what you did then” replied Drackus.
“Are you suggesting that I mate with her?” answered Sally.
“NO!” replied Drackus quickly “is that what you did before?”
“Yes” replied Sally.
“Well… find another way around it” said Drackus “I know you can deal with it Sally.”
“But captain?” implored Sally.
“That’s the end of it, Sally” replied Drackus “you need to deal with it.”
“Grrrr!” growled Sally as he stood up abruptly and left the captain’s cabin.”

Herva sat in the lounge and chatted politely with Tulley. Tulley was marvelling at the range of silks that made up Herva’s minimalist outfit and showing her the way she had stitched different materials into her work fatigues. Herva spoke of her home and how she spent a lot of time in the gardens and forests; appreciating what was there. She appeared to be a creature of leisure and was obviously from a wealthy family. As they both sat chatting away, Sally stormed through from the captain’s cabin.
“Ma’am… Tulley” he grunted as he rushed past.
Herva and Tulley just looked at each other, shrugged and continued to chat.
“What is he called?” asked Herva.
“He’s Sally” said Tulley “his proper name is too difficult to say.”
“And what does he do on board the ship?” continued Herva.
“He’s security chief” said Tulley.
“Is he?” replied Herva with a distant look in her eyes “he’s very powerful, isn’t he?”
“He is to me…he’s twice my height!” replied Tulley “but he’s a big, cuddly puppy as well.”
“Does he not fight?” asked Herva.
“Oh yes… and he’s really scary when he does” replied Tulley “he’s all teeth and claws!”
“I expect it is a wonderful sight to see” said Herva.
“No… definitely scary!” replied Tulley earnestly “but he soon goes back to normal when it’s all over.”
“Is he always in such a hurry?” asked Herva.
“Not usually… he doesn’t seem to be himself at the moment” replied Tulley “I think he’s got up on the wrong side of the bed… it’s funny because Sig and Benn have been really quiet today!”
“Who are they?” asked Herva.
“They are security… so is Thorred” replied Tulley. He’s purple too!” replied Tulley “but he hasn’t always been…and he’s much smaller than you.”
“Is Thorred an Alphoid?” asked Herva.
“No… he’s a bit of a mix-up… he’s part Grymn, part Sleiti and part purple” replied Tulley “it’s a fairly recent thing…he used to be a Grymn… with robot eyes… but he died and now he’s a bit of a mix-up.” Said Tulley and her brow furrowed “he’s quite complicated.”
“He sounds interesting” replied Herva “I bet he has many tales to tell.”
“I expect so…” she replied absent mindedly “you’d love Charran, we know a Duke there and he has a palace!”
“A palace?” asked Herva “is he purple too?”
“No, silly” replied Tulley “he’s a skinny human with a big moustache.”
“Moustache?” asked Herva and Tulley put her two index fingers under her nose to show her what she meant.
“They are strips of hair under your nose… his has grown very long and is curled up like a loop” replied Tulley seriously “I’d love to have one like that but girls aren’t supposed to have them…and I can’t grow hair on my face… I’d grow it long and write my name with it.”
“Oh” replied Herva who didn’t really know how to react to her statement.
“Would you like a drink?” asked Tulley and she walked over to the bar.
“Yes, please… something with fruit in” she replied “shouldn’t you be working?”
“Yes… but Taters has it covered” she replied as she poured the drinks “He’s gorgeous. You’d love him. He’s really strong and sensitive and he’ll do anything for me.”
“What race is he?” asked Herva.
“He’s a robot” said Tulley cheerfully “but he has a Grymn inside him.”
“This ship certainly has an interesting crew” replied Herva.
“Have you met Chook yet?” asked Tulley as she put the drinks on the table and sat down again.
“I don’t think so” she replied.
“Oh… you’d know if you met him” replied Tulley “he’s a dragon… but his wings have fallen off.”
“A dragon… like the mythical dragons that breathe fire and fly?” replied Herva.
“Yep” replied Tulley “but I haven’t seen him breathe fire yet… I think he’s a bit proud for that” she continued “he’s an ambassador and Joo’an is teaching him magic.”
“Magic?” asked Herva incredulously.
“Yep… mind magic” Tulley said and she waved her hands to imitate a Sleiti using psychic powers.”
“Fascinating!” was all Herva could say.
The two of them continued to chat until Taters called for Tulley to return to the cargo bay and they both left to join him.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 7
« Reply #19 on: April 19, 2012, 11:56:17 AM »
 :lol: Lovely. Tulley's a fething nutter!
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 8
« Reply #20 on: April 19, 2012, 03:48:49 PM »
When Tulley and Herva arrived in the cargo bay, Taters was busy lifting heavy equipment while trying to carry out diagnostic tests. Both of his arms were split into multiple tendrils as he supported the weight while he tapped away on a nearby keyboard.
“I’m glad you’re back” he said earnestly “I need you to carry out the diagnostics while I hold the phase adjuster level.”
“Hi Taters” said Tulley “this is Herva… our guest.”
“Hello… Herva” he said as politely as he could manage while he maintained his grip on the heavy machinery “Tulley, please could you help… my servos are under a little bit of strain here.”
“Hang on” she said as she quickly sat at the terminal and fluidly typed away for a few seconds “done! You can put it down now.”
“Thank you” replied Taters as he gently lowered the machine to the floor and flicked the kill switch. His arms returned to their normal state and he walked over to say hello to the new guest “good morning, I am Taters.”
Herva stared at his arms and said “hello my name is Herva… where did you get those arms?”
“The captain gave them to me” he replied.
“My father has a leg made of exactly the same material hanging on the wall above his throne” said Herva as she stared at his arms “but I have never seen it in operation… I thought it was just a sculpture.”
“Are you sure it is the same material?” asked Taters.
“I think so… you can see for yourself when we arrive home” she replied.
“Is your dad the king?” asked Tulley.
“No, he is a warlord” replied Herva.
“Isn’t that a warrior king?” asked Tulley.
“Sort of but it is more of a ceremonial post nowadays” replied Herva sadly “it keeps the tourists happy.”
“Oh” replied Tulley.
“So, Taters… I understand that you have a Grymn inside you…” said Herva as she looked him up and down “how does he fit? There doesn’t seem to be enough space.”
Taters looked at Tulley and she shrugged innocently so he turned to Herva and explained what Tulley meant.
“Oh, I see… so you are a mind copy of the security guard Thorred but in a robotic body?” said Herva “I am amazed at the variety of personnel aboard this craft.”
“Yep…we’re a bit like soup” said Tulley “lots of different ingredients mixed up to make a lovely soup.”
Taters chuckled in data speak and Herva looked at him.
“I can see why Tulley likes you so much” she said bluntly.
“Um… thank you” replied Taters. He didn’t know quite how to take the comment but he was polite “If you will excuse me, I need to attend the security office.”
“See you later!” said Tulley as she turned to Herva and said “shall we go and find Chook now?”
Taters looked back and thought about what Herva had said as he walked to the security office. Thorred would be really pleased at the information because he had had no luck finding any hint of any crystal limbs in the ship’s database. When he walked into the office, he was met by Sally who was wearing an EVA helmet and forced air breathing apparatus. Taters nodded to him and Sally just glared back. He thought it was best to just walk past so he did so and found Thorred who was sitting at his terminal, typing away and searching the database.
“Thorred, I have some news for you” he said excitedly “I have discovered the whereabouts of a crystal leg.”
Thorred stopped what he was doing and looked up.
“Really?” he asked “where?”
“Apparently, our guest’s father has one hanging on his wall” replied Taters “she said we’d see it when we deliver her to her home.”
Thorred shuddered when he thought of the guest in much the same way that Sally did.
“I wasn’t planning to go anywhere near her home” said Thorred.
“Neither was I” said Sally through the helmet comms.
“But we must…I suppose” said Thorred and Sally glared at him “it is what the captain wants.”
“Only because you were bored” said Sally.
“Well… that may be the case… but it is what he wants” replied Thorred as he winked at Taters.
“Well… I won’t be going to the surface” replied Sally.
“That’s your choice, I guess…” said Thorred “but just think of all those fillies!” and he grinned broadly.
Sally stared at him for a second and stamped out as Sig and Benn tried desperately to prevent themselves from laughing.
“Am I missing something here…and what is Sally wearing a helmet for?” asked Taters.
“It’s a short story…” said Thorred and he began to tell Taters what the situation was. Taters just chuckled in data-speak as he listened.

“Welcome” said Chook as he bowed low and gestured to the seating in his quarters “I am known as Chook and I am the ship’s ambassador.” He was wearing a yellow ceremonial gown over a scarlet bio-suit and they both contrasted with his emerald green scales. Herva and Tulley took a seat and Chook did likewise.
“Thank you for your kind welcome, my name is Herva” she said “I am honoured to meet you.”
“The honour is mine” replied Chook with a sneering grin that was the friendliest he was capable of “What brings you aboard The Obituary?”
“I am to return home from my work in the outer systems because I have become fertile” said Herva in a matter of fact tone “it is the custom of my species to seek a mate at this time.”
“I must admit to being a little surprised that someone of your… status… would not have been collected in more appropriate transport” replied Chook “I understand that you are daughter to a warlord?”
“The females of our species do not have the same privileges as the males” replied Herva “not until they have chosen a mate, anyway.”
“Interesting” replied Chook “do you have a mate arranged for you or is it a choice that you make for yourself?”
“The males challenge for my troth” said Herva “it is a wonderful sight… they must fight so that I may see how powerful they are. Depending on how many, the fighting can go on for many days.”
“Is there a time limit… for your fertility?” asked Chook who was particularly interested in her information because it was very similar to the trials that males of his species found a partner.
“Now that I have achieved fertility, I will remain receptive until I have found a mate” replied Herva “once the more practical acts have been dealt with.”
“So you may only re-produce once in your life time?” asked Chook.
“No… once the initial coupling has happened, I will become fertile annually… which is every six hundred days on my planet.”
“And how many eggs do you lay?” Chook asked.
“My species gives birth to live offspring, not eggs and we will usually have between one and five young but there are times where larger broods of up to eight young happen” replied Herva “but that is rare.”
“I apologise, my species lay broods of between one and three hundred eggs so eggs are more of a common thought to me” replied Chook with a gracious bow “there will usually be about twenty survivors as our young tend to cannibalise each other.”
“Oh” replied Herva with a shocked expression.
“It is our way” said Chook bluntly “there is no need for pity. It is why my race makes such hardy warriors” he continued “that and our scales, teeth and claws” Chook smiled a toothy grin and said “we do not have your strength or build so we have to make to with what we have.”
“I understand” replied Herva “and when do you learn to breathe fire?”
“I do not breathe fire…I am not sure where you have gained that information from” he replied…
“I thought you breathed fire” said Tulley “but you didn’t because you didn’t want to show off.”
“I am no dragon” said Chook as he glared at Tulley.
“Oh…that’s a shame” she replied “I would have loved to see you breathe fire.” She was completely oblivious to the inappropriate nature of her comments. Chook looked at her for a moment then returned to his conversation with Herva.
“No, I am unable to breathe fire…although I can spit venom if I need to” he replied “but I would not do so unless it was entirely necessary as the act is quite uncomfortable.”
“Oh… I see” she replied.
“Have you met Sally, the security chief yet?” asked Chook.
“No” she replied in a slightly disappointed tone “he appears to be avoiding me.”
“Yes… he has a tendency to do that” replied Chook “I can assure you that it is his usual way and that no personal slight is involved”
“That is good to hear” replied Herva with a gracious nod “I would like to meet him though.”
“I will arrange it for you” said Chook.
“Thank you” she replied.
“So…tell me of your work…” said Chook.
The conversation continued and Chook made arrangements for refreshments. It was going to be an interesting evening.

“I will not meet with her” said Sally “that is final.”
“You will meet with her” said Drackus “that is an order.”
“You know I can’t…” replied Sally.
“Chook has requested it and as a matter of politics, you must do as he has asked” replied Drackus “and you’ll have to remove the helmet and dress correctly.”
“You can’t ask me to do that…I …I’ll change” said Sally “you’ve not seen me when I’ve changed… and it lasts for ages.”
“What are you going on about?” asked Drackus.
“My face swells… and I get blotches under my eyes” said Sally “please captain.”
“I’m sorry old friend but I really have no choice” replied Drackus “and neither do you.”
“This will end badly” said Sally as he got to his feet and left Drackus’s cabin “I’ll try and do as you wish but I can’t promise success.”
“Your best is all I can expect Sally” replied Drackus as he watched Sally leave. He genuinely felt sorry for him but deep down he was curious to see what all of the fuss was about. He had seen Sally in the company of concubines from his species and he socialised naturally with them. He suspected that Sally was just making a fuss but also knew that he wouldn’t do so without a reason.

The meeting took place in the lounge and Sally did as he was ordered. He arrived in his pristine security uniform accompanied by Thorred who was similarly dressed. Sally had made sure that Thorred came along just to share his discomfort. Chook greeted them both and introduced them to Herva and she bowed politely. Thorred and Sally followed suit and they all sat together. Herva glanced momentarily at Thorred and then focussed all of her attention on Sally.
“I am glad to meet you, Sally” she said “You are difficult to nail down.”
“It is nothing personal” he replied rather timidly “I am not accustomed to being in the presence of a female in your condition… that is all.”
“Do I offend you?” she asked.
“No! No of course not” replied Sally quickly “it is just that I find it difficult to concentrate on my duties when you are nearby.”
“Will you be attending the matches?” asked Herva innocently “you would make a fine champion.”
“No, ma’am” replied Sally “I have no plans to leave the ship when we arrive at your home planet.”
“OUR home planet” she corrected him.
“It is no longer my home planet” replied Sally “I have no ties there… I took my own path a long time ago.”
“Then it is time you visited properly” she replied “it would be my honour if you would attend my father’s house as my guest.”
“I have no plans to leave the ship” repeated Sally.
“I must insist” replied Herva as she stared into his eyes.
“As you wish, ma’am” replied Sally and he felt his shoulders slump.
“Excellent!” replied Herva “and Thorred, how are you getting along with your new body?”
“Um… fine ma’am” he replied.
The rest of the meeting was brief to say the least and before long Sally and Thorred returned to the security office. As they walked in, Sig took one look at Sally and gasped.
“What has happened to your face, Sally?” he blurted out.
“I fething knew it would happen” said Sally as he found a reflective surface. He looked at himself and shook his head. He was in full swell and he knew that it would last until Herva had gone and her scent had left the ship.
“Damn!” said Sally.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 8
« Reply #21 on: April 24, 2012, 06:48:46 PM »
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 9
« Reply #22 on: April 27, 2012, 02:26:58 PM »
Over the next few days, Sally barely managed to keep his cool and kept disappearing to the cargo bay for training sessions to ease some of his aggression. Thorred was placed in charge when Sally felt particularly bad but it wasn’t too much of a worry because Sally made sure that he left express instructions of what was required.

When the ship reached orbit, there was almost a sigh of relief. The crew felt that they could start to relax because Sally would finally be able to get everything sorted out on the planet surface. The captain decided that he, Chook, Sally and Thorred would accompany Herva to the surface and under Chook’s instruction, would meet and greet on behalf of the ship. The Obituary waited in orbit until a shuttle arrived and docked. When the inner door opened there were two female alphoids waiting to welcome them all aboard so they all joined them on the shuttle. The trip to the surface was quiet and unremarkable and before too long, they landed on a small landing pad next to a luxurious looking palace. From the landing pad, Drackus and the rest were escorted to a reception area where they were security checked by two powerful looking alphoid males who were quite a lot shorter than Sally but equally well built. Each of the crew were scanned and cleared and they were then met by a slim, robed official who escorted them into the palace.
“You will bow in the presence of his magnificence” the official said dryly and without looking at them “you will rise when told to do so and will remain silent until spoken to.”
They continued down a brightly lit corridor that was lined with white marble statues of alphoids in hand to hand combat with a range of fierce looking beasts until they reached a large pair of golden doors with a guard on either side. They looked at the official who nonchalantly waved them aside and they opened the doors to allow them access.
“Our majestic warlord will be referred to as ‘your magnificence’ and every sentence will end in that statement” continued the official.
The crew just looked to one another and shrugged. They were not used to such pomp and ceremony and were confused that Herva was included in the briefing.

When they entered the hall, a central path led directly to the throne where the Warlord was seated. Either side of the path were galleries where various Alphoids were in small groups having discussions. Just in front of the throne there was a line across the path and the crew with Herva bowed low as they were announced.
“Rise, friends” said the Warlord “I am warlord Jalberda. Welcome to my humble abode.”
The crew and Herva stood up and were introduced to Jalberda in turn. When it came to Herva, she was introduced to him as well and it seemed very strange to Thorred.
“I thank you for delivering my kin to me” said Jalberda “you will be my guests at the challenge” he looked at Sally whose face seemed to have swelled even more with the markings below his eyes ranging from a deep red to a fiery orange “I trust you will be taking part?”
“I am sorry, your magnificence but I am only here as an escort and will be returning to my ship straight after the challenges have been finished.”
“I must insist!” said Jalberda “you are in full swell and would make an honest and formidable challenger… it would be an honour for you to battle for my daughter’s favour!”
“My place is aboard my ship, your magnificence” replied Sally as he struggled to keep his patience.
“That may be so but our laws state that all those in swell are to compete in the challenges” replied Jalberda and he stood, raised his vice to those who were gathered and said “that is our law and must be obeyed!” The alphoids in the galleries stopped their chatter and ‘ayed’ in agreement. Sally looked towards Drackus who managed to shrug with his eyes and he looked at Chook who just smiled a toothy grin. He then looked at the warlord and said “it would be my honour, your magnificence”. He felt wretched but he had no way of saying no without causing offence.
“Excellent!” boomed Jalberda “Guards! Take him to the cells and prepare him for the challenges.”
Herva smiled broadly as he was led away by two alphoid guards. He had braced himself and was stood at his full height, dwarfing his escorts.
“He is a magnificent specimen” she thought to herself.
“Let us leave this hall and adjourn to my suite” said Jalberda and he stood up.
“ALL WILL KNEEL!” shouted the official and the whole room did as they were told.
“Rise friends and join me” said Jalberda and they did as he said and followed him to his suite.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Jalberda removed his headdress and placed it on a small table with various items of office on it. He scratched his head roughly and rotated his shoulders in order to stretch them.
“That’s better” said Jalberda as he turned to the crew and his daughter “thank you for bringing my daughter to me, you will be well rewarded for your efforts.”
“You are most welcome, your magnificence” said Chook with a bow. Jalberda laughed a deep bassy laugh and said “you can dispense with the formalities my friends, we are in my personal suite and you are my guests.” He pressed a button on a console next to the little table and said “bring refreshments.” Moments later, a door at the rear of the room opened and a number of female alphoids entered with trays and collapsible stands for them. They set up a decent sized buffet and an array of bottles with glasses before bowing and leaving the room.
“Drink, eat and refresh yourselves while I meet my daughter properly” said Jalberda “You may call me Jal while you are in my suite.”
The crew went over to the buffet and selected some food and drink and Thorred asked Chook why Jal was behaving the way he was with his daughter.
“It is their custom to send their females away as soon as they can walk. They have nannies to care for them and have no contact with their birth parents until they come of age” said Chook “when they come of age, they return home and are welcomed among their family.”
“What about the males?” asked Thorred.
“The males remain here and are tutored in the many forms of war. They learn from their fathers and brothers and are kept in check with rigid discipline” replied Chook “they attain high status through their fighting prowess, strength and the fact that males are regarded as masters of their race.”
“Jela would have fun here then” said Thorred with a bemused expression “she’s the equal of her male counterparts and would be very pleased to prove it here.”
“I doubt that the ruling classes would even acknowledge her existence…it is one of the reasons that only males escorted Herva to the surface” replied Chook “the females are regarded as home makers and providers…it is the custom here, to have many wives.”
“Why on earth would you want more than one wife?” asked Thorred “How can you divide your affections… there would be massive arguments.”
“It is accepted that one wife will be the matriarch with the rest being in attendance” replied Chook “should the matriarch become less efficient, the harem will topple her from her role and will compete to replace her.”
“Is fighting all that the alphoids ever do?” asked Thorred with a stunned look.
“They are very good at building heavy machinery and weapons and are excellent at metal work” said Chook “their close combat weapons are highly prized because they are practically indestructible.”
“That’s all very well but where does Sally fit in?” asked Thorred “when the challenges start, is it a fight with weapons… to the death?”
“No, of course not” replied Chook with a sneer “They wrestle to show their strength” he continued “they do it naked so that there is no chance of concealing a weapon.”
“No wonder Herva grinned so broadly when he was escorted to the cells” said Thorred “she’s been eying him up since she first saw him and from what I can tell, he is big even for the alphoid race.”
“He is one of the largest of his kind” replied Chook “that is why he left so long ago. He was continually getting challenged and eventually tired of winning all the time. He shunned the life of leader and politician and had no wish to own a harem.”
“So what happens if Sally wins the challenges?” asked Thorred.
“Herva will be asked to choose her champion from all those present” replied Chook “it may, or may not be the overall winner… but usually, it is the overall winner.”
“Then what?” asked Thorred.
“She will become one of his wives and will strive to become the matriarch” replied Chook.
“Oh” said Thorred flatly “I bet he’s feeling pretty fethed off at the moment then.”
“I would assume so” said Chook.
“I wouldn’t worry” said Drackus who had been listening to the conversation “I’m sure that Sally is one step ahead and has an excuse not to get entangled with a female that he hasn’t chosen for himself.”
“I hope so because we have to be in the same place as him and he will be carrying around a cloud as black as soot!” replied Thorred.
“Indeed” replied Drackus.

“So… you are my daughter?” said Jal “turn around and let me look at you.”
Herva stood upright and spun on the spot so that her father could see her properly.
“You are a fine daughter!” he said “I am glad to meet you after so many years.”
“Thank you, father” said Herva “it is my honour to be in your presence.”
“You will soon see the challengers” replied Jal “and you will be impressed by the turn out… there are many vying to battle for your troth.”
“I look forward to seeing them” she replied “when will I be able to meet my mother?”
“I am afraid that you are a few years late for that” replied Jal and he looked genuinely saddened when he spoke “she left to join the spirits eleven cycles ago.”
“Oh” said Herva and she looked at the floor “it would have been nice to have met her.”
“She was a fine wife and mate” replied Jal with a distant look “you will meet your step mothers after the challenges. They will help you to prepare for your wedding ceremony.”
“I look forward to it” replied Herva “when do the challenges begin?”
“At sunrise tomorrow” replied Jal “now, let us join our guests and we can all get acquainted properly.”

The evening went well. There was lots of chat and after everyone was well acquainted, the crew were told of the following day’s events, when to be there and where to go. They were all escorted to their suites and were told when food would be served in the morning. The crew were housed in a large suite with luxurious cushions scattered over the floor to sleep on. There was a separate area for ablutions and there was a small selection of refreshments on a table in the corner. A small chest containing Drackus’ payment was also on the table and he was suitably impressed by the warlord’s generosity. Herva was taken to her own suite in the palace and would no longer be in their company. She was a princess and they had done their duty by delivering her. By the following morning, they were well rested and awoke to a sumptuous feast of fruits, berries and bread with copious amounts of strong sweet coffee to accompany it. At the allotted time, they made their way to the arena where the challenges were to be held and were met at the entrance by a female alphoid called Coornan. She said that she was to escort them to their seats and leave and that is what she did.

The arena was a large circle of sand surrounded by galleries of seats. In front of the seats was an area for standing and there was a waist high barrier preventing the crowd from accessing the sandy arena. Drackus, Chook and Thorred were in one of the seated areas and when they arrived they were glad to see that the seats had been suitably raised so that they could see the challenges. In front of each seat was a small step ladder to make reaching the seat easier. Once they were suitably seated and had been shown where the facilities were, Coornan left them and they were free to look out across the arena.

Everyone was seated.

Everything went quiet.

“LET THE CHALLENGES BEGIN!” boomed the announcer using a cupped hand to project his formidable voice.

The noise of cheering was deafening and rose to a crescendo as the challengers entered the arena through a gate in the barrier.
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 9
« Reply #23 on: April 29, 2012, 02:44:47 PM »
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Re: Grymn Fluff - Rebirth Part 9
« Reply #24 on: April 29, 2012, 05:41:20 PM »
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