The Kadj Cond game. “Envoy’s Daughter”

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The next morning, we went to see the game.  We went out of the camp and walked half an hour till we reached the lake.  At the shore of the lake, they had the seats for the spectators.  The lake is located in the bottom of the crater, and the shores rise very steeply, this turns lake Ai into a readymade Dragon over Lake stadium, with rows of seats all around the water.  We sat down in the fifth row, on the Narita side of the lake.  In front of us near the shore was the set of three wood – metal rings, mounted on the two long concrete legs.  Each ring is 2 meters wide.   One of them is plain empty ring, another one has metal blockers coming out of the ring into the circle inside.  They appear every five minutes and stay for 1 minute.   The third ring has a blue armor rim, effectively covering half of inside space, and leaving open a hole the size of the ball.   An identical set of the rings stood at the other side of the lakes, which that day was occupied by Gu Jong team.  The people came and sat down, on their seats.  When the half of the seats was taken, the game was ready to begin.

The referee turned on the speakers, standing beside him, and the anthem of Kadjar started playing.  The crowd stood up.  Everyone, including us put his hand where his heart is.  When the anthem stopped playing.  The referee turned off the speakers and boarded his flying lizard.  He flew above the middle of the lake.  Then the teams flew into the field from the sides.  He shook hands with team captains, flew off to the side, and blew his whistle.   A big multilayer, graphene sphere was thrown in by his assistant standing ashore.

The Narita forward caught the ball and surged forward.   Then both teams started to fly above the lakes.  The defenders of the Gu Jong team blocked the advance of the forward and caught the ball he tried to through into the ring.  Defender tried to pass the ball to the forward. But the ball was intercepted by the defender of the opposite team.  A second later, another Narita forward has the ball, he flew toward the gates, ducked under the defenders of the Gu Jong team, right above the water, comes back up throws and scores 20 points, the ball has passed through the blocking ring.  The Gu Jong goalie catches the ball and throws. The forward of his team catches it and throws it right into the open ring.  The Narita goalie fails to prevent him from getting 10 points.  Then this goalie throws the ball back into the game.  And for 20 minutes, the ball flies frantically all around the lake, no one scores.  Until Gu Jong forward flew almost right into the Narita ring, his dragon clashes with that of the goalie.  He falls down, but his dragon catches him right above the water.  The animal carries him to shore, he is replaced by Rob, who spent half of the game on the reserve mat on shore.  Naritas replace the goalie, Ned gets into the game.

The game continued.  Players flew back and forth crushing into each other.  Some fell down and were carried ashore to be replaced.  Forwards flew under and above the defenders, the latter were constantly moving up and down.  Referee flew around the around looking at the players’behavior.  Those who flew too high or tried to go right into the water were given red cards.  Those who deliberately crashed into other players, got blue cards, and were removed from the game.

The game went on and both teams continued to score.  Rob throws the ball into half – closed ring.  Ball bounces back.  Ned catches it and throws to forward of his team.   The forward throws into the open ring, and scores 10 points.  Then Gu Jongs get the ball and throw it through half – closed ring again.  They score and get 30 points and get ahead.  Two minutes later Naritas score the blockator ring and get 20 points.  For the rest of the game Gu Jongs try to catch up with no success.

By the time Referee’s assistant gave asignal to end the game, all players, and dragons were exhausted.  Players came ashore and were taken off the beasts.  The audience has rushed to the players and carried them into the camp.  I asked referee what the final score was.  He said that Naritas won 80 to 60.

After the game, everyone was invited to a traditional feast.  Before the meal could start, the Gu Jong tribesmen, has passed between two rows of the victorious Naritas.  The winners were singing their victory song and formed a roof of the tunnel by joining their hands so that their cloaks form a barrier for the rays of Naomi.  Gu Jongs were supposed to crawl through that tunnel and be the first at the table.  Naritas went there only after the last of the Gu Jongs crawled through.  After they were seated the others were allowed to join the feast.

Twenty long, low tables, were joined into a square, right in the steppe, at the north side of the camp.  A very big crowd of people were all eating together, Narita, Gu Jong, journalists, and tourists alike.  The people sat on colored mats and ate with their hands.  You could believe you are at the ancient steppes of Terra, if you don’t mind the dragons.

We all sat together.  Ned and Rob sat on both sides of Rosa.  I sat to the left of Ned, right next to mom and dad.  Leff and Malik were to the right Rob.  We were all discussing the game.

“It was quite a spectacle, right Rosa?” I said. It was the best sporting event I ever attended.  Much more exciting than the volleyball tournaments.

“It was enjoyable to watch.  And now I want to try it myself.”  Rosa expressed his approval.  He even wanted to learn it herself.

“Here you have everything you need to learn the game.” I encouraged her.

“You would be here for a month, it’senough time to learn the basics.” Rob said.  He just wanted to spend more time with her.

“Would you teach me?” Rosa asked him.

“Off course dear.” Rob kissed her.  Rosa always gets exactly what she wants.

“We both would.  Malik and Layla can join you, if they want.” Ned intervened not be left out.  He offered lessons to me and Malik.  It was the only way to keep these lessons educational.

“When is the first lesson?” Rosa asked.  She was eager to start.

“Tomorrow afternoon.” Rob and Ned said in unison.

“We would meet you at the lake shore.” I told them.  I decided to join in on the fun.  Someone had to keep Rosa focused on the lessons.

“We have reached the deal.”  Ned shook my hand.

After the meal, the young people went off into the steppe to dance.  The dance went on until the sunset.  When Naomi went below the horizon, I went to the tent and fell soundly asleep.

The only Goblin on the Team. Excerpt from Operation Azares.

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Leya Fang POV

It was always hard to be the only member of a group. That makes you vulnerable, weak, and isolated. I was selected to be the only Goblin in the top 10. Frankly it would be easier for me, to go home, and be replaced by yet another human.

They decided I classify as a red blood, so I had to share my space with all those humans. Those beings who have dense beautiful hair, while we goblins have none. That made me dislike myself. Why can’t goblins grow hair, on the head. I only have a little between my legs. About half of what human girls get.

That’s stupid. I want hair! I asked Dua many times, if he could modify my genome like that, and he said that then I won’t be a goblin. I won’t be able to produce fertile offspring after mating with a goblin or with anyone. I would become a totally different species. Besides he said it’s too dangerous to perform such experiments on adults, specimens often die. There was also a need for a laboratory larger than this entire ship. And a load of equipment heavier than our entire load. Still, he said I could ask Emperor to give me he hair.

I did, he promised to do it after my return. Goblins usually overcompensate for that by their obsession with jewelry, but I was from Nao. People don’t wear jewels there. Instead it’s all about adorning hair, and skin, with paints. I grew up covered in body art. A lot of it could be only shown to family. Since public nudity is a big no-no on conservative Nao. Still boys love this kind of stuff. Hearts, crosses, ice crystals, domestic plants, all over female bodies, guys could fight over that sometimes. Though we only showed them hands, and legs up to the knees. As well as our necks, consequently those are the most elaborately decorated parts of male, female and ersta bodies.

Lejians think us weird for having body art and tattoos, and we think them pretentious, for never leaving the house without some jewelry. They also have an emotional range of a snowman. And don’t get me started on Kadjarians, they don’t understand what style is. Always over the top, just like Vijers, though they would rather walk naked with 4 gold bracelets serving as clothes. Tutmossians are ok, although their obsession with being colorful makes them hard to look at.

I learned all of that through Galactnet chatting. All was confirmed by staying in the camp.

The challenge of being from Nao, was augmented by being a goblin. People believe us to be maniacally obsessed with gold, but those are Kadjarian goblins, Lejian goblins have the same passion for silver, and Tutmossian ones for Emeralds, and gold. Overall most goblin communities are obsessed with jewelry and precious metals to the point of wearing golden gloves with silver armor. But Nao goblins are different. All the goblins, and people in the camp looked at me, like I was not “a real goblin”. A real goblin must be covered in jewelry from head to toe. Seeing me without any jewelry (a thin chain obviously doesn’t count) they concluded me to be psychopath. They rejected me, so good thing I had something else to concentrate on.

When I was on “Tristan Nadoma”, the people treated me ok, but they still looked at me funny from time to time. They thought that I might be a human in a goblin body, and I kind of caught it from them. Although Tias dissuaded those fears, by telling everyone that Nao goblins don’t wear jewelry, since it’s not part of Nao culture, since Nao founders hated it for some stupid reason.

I also had to spend all this time sharing a tiny room with 7 humans. They were all from different worlds and full of surprises. Given that I didn’t really look goblin, they saw me more as a human. Giving me human food, assigning me a human character in video games, etc. They even undressed before me, and nudity in presence of other species, is punished by death within Imperial space. But, we weren’t in Imperial space. We were in Calpuri space. Where any mistake on our part could kill us, leaving no remains. Except Tias’ head, getting into museum, that’s a possibility. Maybe they would cut off Rita’s fast hands and turn them into an attraction. Calpuris are weird, their language is weird, everything is weird. And I grew up speaking Rana Calpuri, in its Nao variety. Everyone on this ship, grew up speaking some form of Rana Calpuri, some were more Rana than others. Kadjari is as similar to Nao, as it is to Unglis. Not understandable at all, familiar words only make it more confusing. Like I get one word in 10, and get the whole sentence wrong.

Any way when I speak Calpuri, it sounds like Nao on steroids. We should go back to speaking pure Calpuri after the war ends. Everyone, in the whole galaxy should learn the step father of all languages.

On our ship, everyone spoke Calpuri all the time, and we had a good time doing it. We could not communicate as efficiently, if we stuck to our native languages. So, an idea of making the whole galaxy fluent in one auxiliary language, sounds wonderful. Everyone supported it on the ship.

When I was piloting the ship, the Calpuris weren’t bothering us. I just dealt with dark empty void where nothing interesting could ever happen. My main challenge was not falling asleep. Until one day, I discovered a new Nebula. Must have formed after a supernova in that area 200 years ago. Tias said. Still that a big discovery, for it was a nebula capable of birthing Alpha Centauri size stars. We had to update the star maps, and that was big deal. It’s not done very often. Maybe once a hundred years. Yeah. I did earn my hero of the empire star finally. After 7 years of it being just an advance payment. That was celebrated, like it was my birthday. So, I got two birthdays in one week. 5 days from each other.

The first Elections in History. Excerpt from “Best City on Diatama”

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After that was done, Dzimanga corporation relinquished its right to govern humanoid towns. Kavu stated that we were able to make our own decisions, he told me that he trusts me and the Diatama community enough, to give up control. He told me, Ria has already granted his approval on this matter.

So, we had our mayor elections in Sakuradzima Nua. I decided to run. I could not tolerate the state of this city anymore. There were too many temporary units, and people grew tired of waiting. I was determined to make it a livable place for everyone. The ugly tents and their inhabitants should be replaced by cozy houses and the pious populace. It should be just like Nathanberg, the best city ever.

The election rules were announced by Envoy Emma on Kavu 25th. Every adult, which meant Zahuris above 110, Goblins above 21, humans and Orks above 22, was given a right to vote.  That included the Rimmatian refugees. It didn’t matter to him, that they couldn’t understand a single word out of his speech.

Dua Dzimanga has maintained Kadjari as the only official language of the colony. When the transition started, he signed a law which keeps Kadjari as an official language in every community of Diatama until the elected officials say otherwise. He and Emma did registration of the candidates.

On Kavu 32nd,Bargdar, I came to Dzimanga headquarters and filled out a form. So, did 25 other people. Then we had a fluency in Kadjari test which 9 candidates have failed, of which 5 were Rimmatians. With no Rimmatians in the race, Emma proceeded to administer the Imperial history exam. After that only 8 people remained in the race.

I got my registration, and I had to run my campaign. First things first I needed a slogan.

“How about Mayor of dreams? Or “Let’s build the paradise”?” Jafar has suggested.

“Those have been done to death. I need something fresh.” I was desperate for an idea to walk into my bedroom.

The door opened and Malik walked in. His t-shirt had “Party like a Lindar, Work like a Dzimanga, and rest like a Ross” printed on it. He and Mubarak came to congratulate me with the start of the campaign.

“Malik you are a genius!” I waved my dragon blood mug in the air.

“What did I do?” Malik asked.

“You gave me an idea.”  I took a sip of blood. “Build a metropolis, like a Ross, lay on your bed all day, like a Ross,” Live life in comfort, like a Ross”” I chanted.

“Wait, isn’t your last name Lindar.” Malik questioned my strategy.

“Yes, everyone living in this house is Lindar, but Ross is my maiden name.” I defended myself.

“Your maiden name isn’t going on the ballot, is it?”  Jafar went hysterical. He jumped onto me and clenched my neck. Malik had Mubarak separate us.

“Don’t worry Jafar. I would stay with you. And no, the Ross won’t be on the ballot.” I consoled my partner. Since he was in distress.  “There was no need in attacking me.”

“Ok fine. I just can’t imagine life without you my love.” Jafar can be sweet sometimes.

“Why did you think that using a maiden name was a good idea?” Mubarak asked me. There would a lot of questions, if I did not use my current name. He thought about that.

“I thought it sounded cool in a slogan.” That was my only response.

“The slogan must be part of the strategy, not the entire strategy.” Mubarak shared his wisdom.

“So, what do you want the city to look like?” Malik came up with a good question. He sat down on the floor near the window to hear my answer. So, did Mubarak. Jafar remained on my bed.

I sat up on the bed and rested my spine against the wall.

“I want this new city to look like Nathanberg. It should be filled with monuments, and high-rise buildings. There must be a park along the river, and a mansion district from my house to the north.”

“That’s a place people would want to live in.” Jafar supported my vision.

“This is a platform; one can stand on. That we already have.” Mubarak praised me.

“Is that all we need to win?” I asked him.

“We must make sure everyone knows you. We must also convey our message to the people of the city.” Jafar stated.

“We need you standing on the podium in front of the Dzimanga building.” Mubarak painted the picture of me in the bright blue costume addressing the crowd.

“Well who can write a speech for me.” I asked my supporters.

“I think I can be your speech writer.” Mubarak suggested “But, you have to be involved in producing them. It must be your message, not mine.” Mubarak wanted me to get involved on the speeches. I didn’t want to walk all the way to his new house, so he worked here with me.

“Ok, you are hired.” I got myself a speechwriter. “I also want my face on posters all over the city.” I looked at Malik.

“Ok, that can count as an art and political science credit. I would make a poster, and you would take a look. If you like it, we can get them mass produced.”

“Don’t just grab people around you dear. A campaign run by a household, would make everyone suspicious.” Jafar made a valid point. The campaign must represent the city, not Leya Lindar and his friends.

“Who do you suggest?” I asked him.

“We should cast the net wide and hire someone we didn’t know before.” Jafar stood up and went towards the door.

“Where would we search for that?” I didn’t know a thing about finding employees.

“We could go out and find them on the street. You know, no one can refuse an offer made by your voice.”  Jafar suggested a fool proof recruitment strategy.

“How would we pay them?” I didn’t have the income high enough to pay for the campaign. Quite frankly nobody had. “Who would give us the money?”  I really needed a sponsor, and I didn’t know how to get one.

“Don’t you have your Dzimanga help card?” Jafar suggested to ask them for help. After all, Dua did tell me, that I could ask them at any time.

“Yeah, I may get some help from them. But would it be against the rules?” I asked my people.

“Is it? It does not seem to contradict the constitution.” Mubarak pointed out. Nothing contradicts the constitution, it is barely half a page long.

“What about the scripture?”  I needed to know what the god’s rules are. For they apply everywhere in the Empire.

“The rules of governance prohibit sponsors from giving money to multiple candidates, and they say that sponsors must officially endorse their chosen candidate, and there is a ban on giving candidates policy advice.” Mubarak lectured me on election finance rules.

“Great are there any limits on the amount of money they can give?” I had to stay clear. I didn’t want to ask for too much.

“Well the cost of the municipal campaign must not exceed 400 thousand Kasters, and no sponsor must provide more than 30% of campaign funding. Also, no candidate can get finance from the clan not present in their area.” Mubarak provided important information.

“Ok, Mubarak go write an application to the Dzimanga, asking for 70thousand Kasters.” I tasked my chief assistant with his first mission.

“What’s our total budget?” Mubarak wanted to know how much money I am willing to spend.

“Well, we can invest 8200K from our savings this year. Dzimangas would give 70 thousand, 60 thousand would come from Lindar treasury, 50 thousand from Ross, and 44 thousand from La Vey, plus 35 thousand from Ibaraki. Overall 357 thousand Kasters.” I was willing to pay a lot for the mayor ring. I was willing to do what it takes, as long as I can sleep 12 hours a day. I have listed all the sponsors that I could think of.

Mubarak submitted the budget proposal to review and got an automatic response. That, proposal did not break any rules. And that plan was approved. His next step was to ask the other chosen sponsors for money. They transferred money within a day. They were quite willing to get involved here on Diatama.

Emma Cond’s POV:

In the morning of Kavu 24thI had a meeting in the Dzimanga headquarters. It was so nice from Dua’s part to build the station near my house. I didn’t have to spend 40 minutes walking in the sun. That way I was able to wear my pearl shoes, and not snickers. I also put on my fancy unicorn pants and the blue vest with red shirt.

I exited the teleport station and entered Dua’s office.

“It is the time for the Dzimanga Clan to relinquish all control over the colony’s affairs.” Dua sounded dry and formal, like some clerk over at the council building. He had the look too. Gray suite, green sunglasses, white shirt, and black shoes.

“If that is true than each city must have the elections at once?”  I wondered how fast the process must be, for this particular colony.

“The campaigns should start before the 32ndof Kavu.” Dua informed me about his plans for an immediate withdrawal. Well not his plans, the Dzimanga council plans which he has to put into action.

“Do you have the procedures for the registration of the candidates?”
I wanted to know what my role in all of this would be. I had to know the withdrawal procedure, and which role each actor was supposed to play.

“Yes, we would have the managers run the candidate registration.”  They got things planned out in the simplest possible way.

“How long should the campaigns be?”  I needed to know how long we have to oversee the elections.

“They would last until Gilma 36th, and the mayors must be sworn in the next day, on Sophi 1st.” Dua has planned everything in detail.

“So, only one month.” I thought that the campaign time was very short. Much shorter than the Kadjari federal campaigns.  But, possibly normal for the municipal ones.

“Precisely.” Dua stood up and went to fill his cup with water.

“How long would the terms be? Are there any city charters?” I wanted to know how the cities would be run.

Dua drank his water and returned to the table. He didn’t sit down

“Designing such charters would be the first task of newly elected city governments.” Dua gave the cities an opportunity to be truly unique. That kind of autonomy was unthinkable to the technocrats out on Calpurnia. Every town of the Calpuri space was run in exactly the same way.

“The candidates are free to run the cities as they wish, but they must be selected by the Empire officials.”  I went to get the drink of water.

“What are the selection criteria we must follow?” Dua’s bright yellow eyes were staring   on my brain.

“They were sent to me from the Hall of Humanity.” I pulled the communicator out of my purse and read aloud. “The candidates must be fluent in Common Tongue, they must have the score of at least 85 on the Imperial History exam. They must also be fluent in the language of the constitution, they mean the language in which original constitution and all the prior colonial decrees was written in.”

“In our case they must be fluent in Common Tongue, and Kadjari.”

“I can request the Department of Education to send us Tertiary level fluency tests.”  I have had written to every Kadjar federal department, over the course of my career in the Imperial council.

“That should be enough. Are there any additional requirements?”  Dua placed his elbows on the table. Somehow, he got the idea, that it’s an interrogation. Freaking Dzimangas!

“They must have no records of illegal or questionable behavior, have a history of prior contributions to the community, and be overall model citizens.” I have summarized four paragraphs of text, in two sentences. We had to make sure that no matter who wins, the Empire would benefit. If we don’t want him to win, we don’t want him to run.

“Ok, I think we won’t have problems finding enough candidates.” Dua

“We would find out tomorrow.”  I walked out of his office and went home. I had exam forms to request.

The next day we ran the examinations. At the end of the day 8 candidates were selected for the Sakuradzima Nua mayor election. We also had the same procedures performed in all other humanoid settlements. Next, I had to oversee the elections for the entire planet. My assistant would monitor Sakuradzima Nua, elsewhere the same people would continue looking over elections, as did the candidate registration.

Over all I had to make sure that 460 candidates, in 65 settlements behave themselves and act by the law.

That was going to be a tough Gilma.

Dragon Flight. Excerpt from Envoy’s Daughter

Dragon Flight. Excerpt from Envoy’s Daughter

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When we brought all our things to the yurt, Ned said that there would be Dragon over Lake game tomorrow.

“Who would play?” I asked.

“Narita plays against Gu Jong.” Ned answered.

“Are you on the team?” Rosa wondered.

“Yeah, both me and Rob would be playing tomorrow.” Ned told her.

Rosa frowned.

“Oh, dear.  There would be no fighting, for it is forbidden by the rules There would be referees to ensure that nothing wrong can happen.  And no player has been injured in a hundred years.”  Ned tried to convince her, that no one would be hurt.

“Ok, I would watch the game.” Rosa kissed him. Rosa’s companions were permitted to play.

After that we went for a walk around the camp.  It was rather large and crowded.   Ned told me, it’s because of the game.  People from all edges of the plateau came here to watch it, and reporters came here to broadcast it over Galactnet.  Their dragon had a very distinct bright red sofa mounted on its back.  Ned said those are rented out in Sa Tung (Kadjari – Meat Town), the province capital.  We passed by the journalist dragon and went to walk in the open steppe.

The camp was surrounded by endless flat plain.  The soil here is red, and the grass is bright green.  According to Leff, that is the best pastureland in the galaxy.   However, what was interesting here was not the land or grass.  It was the dragons.  Several herds were grazing within walking distance from the camp.  Those were fire breezers, if they saw any rodents in the grass they burned them, and then threw coal into the piles.  The herders collected coal and then used it to cook food.  Some coal was shipped away to Sa Tung and sold to restaurants.

Rodents were still numerous, because they mostly feed on the species picky dragons don’t like and there are, thanks to dragons, no predators.  Except the herder lizards eat them sometimes.

When the herders saw us, they had offered me a ride on the herder lizard.  I hesitated for a while, Rosa and Malik each a circle above the camp before I agreed to try.

They sat me down, a long and narrow flying lizard.  My feet were put into stirrup, while my butt was up in the saddle.  I took the reins, then instructor told me to do the circle, telling me the dragon moves in the direction you point his head in.

I pulled the reins, and the dragon, jumped up, I pulled again and it started flying.  I stopped getting higher when I saw the game lake.  I released the reins, and dragon tried to shake me off.   The instructor told me to hold on, and never lose control.

“You lose control once, and then you lie down at the bottom of the lake.” Instructor warned me.

“Got it, always keep the beast under control.” I replied.  I held the reins tightly, leaving no freedom to the dragon.

“Now, take him, and guide him where you want to go.” Instructor told me to fly around.   “You should always be in control, not even for a second allow the dragon to think that he is in charge.” He gave lifesaving advice.

“Don’t worry Mr.  Narita, I’m stirring him forward to the lake.” I reported.

Together with instructor I flew to the lake and back.  Then we returned to the ground and went back into the camp.

“How was it?”  Leff asked attentively. He has watched my entire flight from the ground.

“It’s amazing.  You should try it.”  I told him. He would look great on a flying lizard.  One could mistake him for a veteran player.

“I still prefer jetpacks.  They give you more freedom of motion.” Leff rejected this idea.  He looked into the clouds absorbed into memories.

“But, they are more dangerous.”  I voiced my concern.  Has anyone ever heard of exploding dragons? Jetpacks explode all the time.

“The more freedom you have, the more responsibility you have to take.  You have to understand it Layla.” Leff looked me in the eyes. Jetpacks give you more control, but survival is not guaranteed.

“What if you are afraid of that?” I asked.  The idea of taking life into my own hands frightened me.

“Then you should never take more liberty than you can handle.” Leff Josef recommended.

“How do you learn you limits?” I inquired. I wanted to stay on the safe side.

“You don’t.  You just bump into them.” He told me to experiment and explore. One can’t find his limits unless he crosses them.

Leff started walking.  He guided me into our yurt.  There we watched Terrans on Rimmat together as a family.

Trip to the Upper Plateau. Excerpt from Envoy’s Daughter.

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On the first of Patra, when the vacation started.  We left the house early in the morning.  We were invited to spend a month with the family of Rosa’s boyfriend Ned.  He lives in the Herohito province, right in the middle of the steppe.  His tribe, Narita, the famous riders, occupies the center of the Upper Plateau.

The Upper Plateau is 9 million square kilometers, housing 18 million nomads and 4 million town folks. A third of the land is no go zone for humans, set aside for wild dragons. To the east are Dzimani Mountains, and beyond them you have Eastern Provinces housing 3 billion people, including a billion islanders. To the north the terrain gets lower and you have the grain country, 20 provinces with 1 billion people. To the west you have coastal plains and Infinite City, and to the south: the highly populated Gur subcontinent with 6 billion people in 22 provinces. The continent with adjacent islands and archipelagos is home to 17 billion people. Total Area is 104 million square kilometers (Continent itself-90.5), out of which humans use, 77 million.

The first thing we saw after arrival to Nord Herohito teleport station, was a giant grass green dragon with three riders.  I took a closer look and saw Ned waving at us. We went to greet him and his family.  We were in for the suffocating hugs from the nomads.  Ned’s mother Erica, was a really strong person.  Both of her husbands also had very mighty hands.  They guided us to the Dragon station and helped us get onto a huge black dragon.

“You just tell him, you go to the Narita camp and he would bring you there.” Erica told us.  “You don’t want to fall from the couch, so everyone has to fasten his seatbelt.  Otherwise you are food for the birds.” he warned.

Dad told dragon the destination, and the dragon started running.  It run faster, and faster until it gained enough speed to fly.  Dragon got into the air and headed straight up.  Once at the cruise altitude, dragon flew horizontally.

The entire flight took us 4 hours.  I have life streamed the entire flight, to the delight of Jenna, who told me I should make movies. From our couch seat on the broad back of the dragon, I had shown her, a mesmerizing view of this expense.  We saw beneath us endless plains, with herds of herbivore dragons eating grass.  The herders hovered above them on agile flying lizards.  Ours were the kind of dragon for freight and passenger transport.   Riding those is much more comfortable then I could have imagined.  Only it’s a bit cold up here, in the wind, and with no shielding.   And bird flocks fly in all directions.   Leff entertained himself by taking pictures of birds, dragons, and the nomad camps below.

“All of that is amazing! I wish, I was there with you,” pause, “But, why can’t you teleport to this place?” Jenna, typed back in Imperiapolis.

“Well, they are nomads, and the camp moves from place to place all the time.  So, it’s impossible to build a station there.” I dictated response with my mind.

“What about mobile stations?” Jenna still had questions.

“They take the whole fun out of being a nomad and rob you of this flying experience.”  I closed the topic.

“Ah, I get it.” Jenna was satisfied.  She learned everything she needed to know.

At 1 pm, we were at the camp, 240 km away from the teleport, and 1200 km away from Nathanberg.  At the core of the Kadj Jong (Dragon land) continent. The largest landmass of Kadjar.

When we arrived at the camp we were put into a guest yurt.  A yurt is a round wooden structure. First used by sheep herding tribes back on Terra.  Originally the outside was covered by sheep wool. Here they use dragon skins.

Inside our yurt we had no furniture, so we used the sleeping bags.  The camp had generator working on dragon dung, and a Wi – Fi router in each yurt.

The discussion of clans. Excerpt from “Envoy’s Daughter”

 

At the dinner, we were comparing and contrasting the cultures of Kadjar and Terra.  They turned out to be totally different.

“It is so great that we have crossed our differences and forged our friendship.” I told Jafar, after I got mashed potatoes on my plate.

“There was a great barrier that we had to jump over.” Rosa stated and took a bite of sausage. “Our cultures have nothing in common, except the Empire faith.” She acknowledged.

“What kind of differences are you talking about? Honestly, I know nothing about Terra.” Jafar asked me.

“Let’s start with the obvious.  We all remember the day when I and Rosa first came to school.  Because, we grew up on Terra, where everyone is raised as girls and boys, we could not expect a situation where we are addressed as males.  Everyone on Kadjar is equally masculine, and they know no females.”

I lectured.

“Then we have to address two handsome dragons sitting on this table.” Rosa stood up putting her hands at the shoulders of her companions. “I could not go out with two partners at once when I was Terra.  That would be unacceptable to the Terran society, while here it is totally normal.  You can have as many as four partners, no one would bat his eye.” Rosa finished and sat back down.

“Well, there is a limitation to that, it is forbidden to go out with persons of different species.  Humans date humans, Zahuris date Zahuris.”  Jafar set the record clear.  She also had a plate cleared.

“Here is another difference between Kadjar and Holy Terra.  Only humans can live on Holy Terra.  People of other species can’t stay there unless they serve the Emperor.” Dad uttered.

“Meanwhile, here on Kadjar we have entire cities only populated by goblins.” Dereck stated and ate his third sandwich.

“Do goblins celebrate weddings? For the whole time I was here, I have not seen a single wedding.” Mom joined the conversation.

“What is a wedding?”  Jafar asked.  My eyes climbed to my forehead.  How in hell, could they not have weddings?

“That’s when people celebrate the birth of new family.” Mom answered.

“We don’t have that here.  If you and your companion move in together you are officially partnered.” Norbert described how Kadjari families are formed.

“In that case, whose last name would my grandchildren get?” Mom raised her concern.  She needed to know how last names are determined here on Kadjar.

“That depends on who moves in with whom.  If Layla moves in with Dereck, she would join the Durans, and if he moves here, then they would be Beys.”  Mr.  Lindar explained to her.  The same scheme as on Terra.  Only you don’t have to change your last name every time you move.

“Duran is not a neighborhood, isn’tit?” Mom needed a little clarification.

“We are the greatest clan of Kadjar and the empire.” Octave took a bite of bread, “Over generations, we have grown from the family of Armand Duran, into the collection of families scattered all across the Empire.” Octave Duran had a glass of water.  “As of now, there are 170 million Durans, in millions of households on 1200 worlds.” Octave Duran finished his sandwich.

“What do all these people do?” Malik got curious.

“We are the masters of computer hardware.” Denise replied.

“Do you have a special clan for everything, like we have special neighborhoods?” Malik searched for an analogy.

“Yes, we do.  Lindars manage the teleports, Nadomas make service robots, Nadzimas grow timber and turn it into artifacts.  Meanwhile Dzimangas rule biotech, Glish control the music, and Faru produce games.” Octave described the duties of a few select clans.

“How large are those other clans?” Mom inquired.

“We Lindars number 144 million.” Norbert took his communicator out of the bag. “There are 138 million living Nadzimas, 66 million Dangans, and 115 million Dzimangas.” Mrs. Lindar answered her question.

“If I join the clan, can I get the profits from their business?” Rosa got her third helping of mashed potatoes.  Jafar got her fifth.

“Yes, you can.  All adult members of the clan are considered shareholders of clan fortune, if they work for the clan.”  Mr. Lindar was done with his mashed potatoes.

“Can you get a job without membership?” I have cleared my plate.

“Non – clan members can be employees but never shareholders.  Each clan has to have 5% of its workforce be non – members, no more, no less.” Mr.  Lindar allowed such opportunity, for a few people.  The rest are stuck within their clan structures or have no jobs at all.  When his speech was over, maids showed up to pick up the dishes.

The dinner has ended.   Everyone got up and went out of the house.  Everyone, except Rosa’s companions.  Dad held meetings with Rosa’s companions in his office.  First with Rob, and then with Ned.

My sister turns 17 on Dergdar, Clio 10th, and Jafar lost virginity on her 17thbirthday.  It is a custom here, to start right after you are allowed to.