Adam
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The thought of Gorey setting me up with his sister is the first thing that crosses my mind. I wouldn't put it past him to have eyes on my Father's estate. That he'd even suggest marrying me off to a princess is interesting... I haven't had my eye on…
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I match his bet with casual disdain, and lean back in my chair. I don't play gambling games to win — I play it to lure people into a false sense of security, and make them overshare on matters other than the tiles. It's basically a sleight-of-hand t…
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I am decent at this game. I was a pilgrim in my youth, and gambling is the national pass-time on the pilgrimage. The only real difference are the numbers on the chits — it took me quite some time to get used to the fact that blinds here are basicall…
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I loathe this idiot, and it's all I can do not to punch him here and now — well, with my fists, anyhow. I turn to him and smile with crocodile teeth. "The burden of an impeccable reputation," I quip, "everybody wants a piece of you." I put my chits …
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I've always hated these nights. I'm all for camaraderie, but the idea that soldiers should be encouraged to compete against one another — whether their peers or their commanding officers — does nothing good for morale. Of course, that's all moot — s…
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"She's a remarkable woman..." — that she is. I seem to surround myself with remarkable women. When the Baroness suggests I spend time with Iberis, I smile and nod. "I'd be a dead man if I didn't spend time with her," and I mean that in more ways tha…
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I can't decide whether I'm disappointed or relieved that she won't be there tonight. Either way: news that Iberis will be there, and my attention will be undivided, is good enough for me. I nod. "I meant what I said earlier. Don't hesitate to contac…
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I smile, but I don't look back to Iberis — I'm not stupid. "Then we reveal the truth, and she gets to walk away — for all we know, she'll figure it out and do it herself." I sincerely wouldn't put it past her... "I'll be at the estate tonight. Will …
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I'm not naive enough to think I hide the judgment on my face – not of her or her son, but of Muskham's reputation. I nod in agreement when she mentions missing having him close — that I can relate to. I laugh with her when she jokes about Iberis' ch…
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I hang my head in shame at Corinne's admission, though it might seem like I'm lost in prayer to the casual observer. I am actually a romantic at heart, or at least I like to think of myself as one... On any other day, I would have regretted my decis…
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Her words wound me. I have nothing to offer in defense of myself, except that my Father insisted Iberis be spared the difficulties of living a bastard's lineage — and with no small amount of debate, I eventually agreed. Lord Tarrak had a golden tong…
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My "sister". It's second nature for me not to react to that now, but it still hurts every time I hear it. Still, it is a kindness that she considers Iberis in her actions... Despite her husband's failures, Baroness Alvega has been nothing but kind t…
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I clutch the grab bars of my chair tightly as the ship rattles and shakes itself from the planet's atmosphere — a habit I picked up during drops to keep from getting jostled around in turbulence. I hate flying, and I hate space. I joined the Anvil f…
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It takes everything I have not to break down right here and now. The weight of that tiny pin pulls me down more than an entire suit of iron. I shoulder the burden as best I can, but it never lets me forget its presence. I bow respectfully, "then I w…
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I make my way through the crowd on autopilot, shaking hands and accepting condolences with the stoicism expected of a soldier. I recognize half of the faces in front of me, the ones with sincere pain on their faces, as Lord Tarrak's closest confidan…
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"Men who die at home in their beds are not soldiers" — my drill instructor's favorite line for getting grunts out of their foxholes and into combat. When you're surrounded by young men who are filled to the brim with piss and vinegar, the drums of w…
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I did want to say something else, and I'm trying to be better about that... Respectability goes a long way when dealing with nobility, and I need to curb my instincts to curse down every idiot in the Lord-Steward's court at the slightest provocation…
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I'm not naive enough to believe Tek hides nothing from me — I suspect she, like most of the career Anvil soldiers that have come under my command, still resist the urge to open up entirely with their CO — especially about missives with his apparent …
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Men down ranks don't have half the balls Tek does, so they can joke all they want. I've seen Tek tear-down a few NCOs — sometimes even first hand. The XO is a tough position to hold, because it's basically your job to take all the hate for the minut…
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We do have history, yes. Some people think I chose her over the cavalcade of entitled brats with strings-attached reference lists as long as my arm because "I'm Anvil, she's Anvil" — which may be partly true. Others think we've been sleeping togethe…
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Communication lag between a planet and its moon is O(1s) round trip, so FTL communications isn't really that imperative for real-time communication — at least intra-system. I don't know if the text says anything about interstellar FTL communication,…
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I'm interested in the "partial supporting" — maybe the planet is in the middle of being terraformed?
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I'm keen on a mercenary character who runs his own company, so Darikhan sounds like it would fit right up that alley.