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Eteru Zvonimir
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Mon Feb 08, 2021 10:53 pm
Ah, the weather on Valai is always pleasant. A soft, warm breeze rolled over him. Softly rustling the leaves above him. A pleasant sigh escaped him as he shifted around in the hammock that he was laying in. Lounging in the soft sunbeams of the summer sun. He loves the crisp blue vibrance of the open sky above him. On some day it beckons him to come into its embrace. But he’s just content to lay beneath its majesty.

He was wearing hand me down blue jeans and a crisp white shirt. This was nice, he mused. It has been so long since he felt soil beneath his feet. The warm rays of a vibrant star. The sounds of life all around him. After that long stretch of communal solitude. He surprisingly became even more grateful for the simplest of things. Has more value in things that people take for granted.

He was in the backyard of the quaint orphanage. A rather uncommon sight on Valai. More so on other worlds for the foster care system is more modern. But there is always an exception to be found and this was one of them. He had his eyes closed but he can easily hear the chime-like voices of the children frolicking about. Body relaxed just enough to be ready to spring into action if needed.

A very endearing sound. And he could guess the older children are inside doing chores. (He finished his chores for today).  A fitting representation of the social stature. Those outside were girls. They never stay for too long in the system till a couple comes by to take them to a forever home. Those inside on the other hand are the boys. Their age is a sign that no one really wants them. Which is generally why they were brought into the system in the first place.

For him he was in his late twenties. Twenty-nine to be precise. Normally if he was the opposite gender. When he hit eighteen he would have been expected to head out into the world to fulfill whatever dreams they have. The boys however are not so fortunate. They do generally leave. A lot of them don’t want to be reminded that they were unwanted all their lives so they try to head somewhere else. Himself on the other hand was content in staying here.

There was irony to be found there. To accept such inequality as a facet of normal life when in a bygone age he would do everything to solve it. If his old friends saw how he was treated he was sure that they would kick up a storm. But he truly doesn’t mind. Because he’s Lincoln. He’ll happily bear the brunt of abuse and injustice with a smile. For he has faith in the ideals he believed in. And when you take a step and look back didn’t it work? People tend to focus on the negative that they are blind to the things they do have.

The Caretakers for instance. They were kind enough to let him stay here. He has had a good relationship with them all his life. It was never a chore for him to help out around the place. Whether it means doing chores, aiding them with the children, and doing maintenance. His handyman nature did draw some suspicion over time. At times he seemed too worldly. That he has a whole lifetime of experience despite having a rather uneventful life. He brushes it off by expressing that everyone is unique. And he just happens to be somewhat different than the rest.

And then there were the children. It has been a privilege to take care of them. Make food for them, teach them, walk them to school, read bedtime stories, share sagely advice. And it fills his heart with pride to see them leave those doors for the final time to head to their forever home. Especially when he receives letters from them for long after. Hearing how so many grew to become successful adults in an uncertain universe alone made everything bad thing in his life worth it.

To the surprise of no one. Even with that now known no one has ever wanted him. It doesn’t matter if he was a productive member to society. Nor does him possessing strange feats entice them. His gender forever defines his place in Valorian society. A cold reality that he came to accept early on in his life. And to be happy with what he does have. A roof over his head. Clean clothing. A full stomach. And an amiable environment. Life was good for what it is. A soft smile spread across his face with that thought.

And of course, he can’t forget about his girlfriend of several months. The image of her divine body floats in his mind. He never really did understand just how stunning Watrikes are when he met her, Alcra. Valorians have always talked about how they’re the hottest race of women to grace the Nebua. Even during the war when they were enemies to the mighty Watrikes, many of them found it to be an honor to be stepped on by them. And now he can relate to those thirsty lesbians.

At first he was settled with living a simple life in Valai. But the arrival of Alcra in his life through all of that into the bin. After a few dates, then a lust fuelled night here and there, they both came to that stage where all couples reached where they began to think ahead. If this was going to work then they need to start thinking about plans. By this point his friend group, who have been very supportive up to this point, were helpful in giving him ideas on what to do.

The Caretakers admit it would be sad to see him go. But it pales to how much it would make them happy to see him go after his happiness. And that he shouldn’t feel bad for finally flying from the nest. His Valorian friends were very vocal about him reaching that next step. At first they were jealous that he got a Watrike girlfriend but came to a mutual agreement to ensure that Lincoln sticks with Alcra or else.

They would be livid if he lets this opportunity go by. And he understands them perfectly clearly. As hell like he was going to pass this up. He truly loves Alcra. If he wanted to he could write a book detailing his reasons why. Beyond the strong attraction he loves her strong personality and the ideals she believes in. It was easy to picture a life with her. How he'll get to there is the core of his musing. The phone in his pant pocket buzz. Signifying the notification he made to mark the time he needed to get going. With a sigh he heft himself out of the hammock. And made one last trek to his bedroom.

For possibly the last time he strode into his room. It was a cozy, small place. Situated in the lower levels of the Orphanage. Valorian architecture is often reminiscent of burrows. Building down instead of up. Standing in the doorway he simply stared aimlessly. To his bed, to his shelf covered with nick nacks, to the boxes holding years of memories beneath the bed, to the posters on his walls. He slept in this room for more than a decade. Scenes of old memories play out before him. From counseling children to allowing a child stricken with a nightmare to cuddle with him for the night.

Good times he mused. Good times. And now this long chapter of his life must come to a close. While he is uncertain of the role he’ll undertake. He does know that the next step is to move to Trikon. To prove both to him and others that he’s committed to this path he chose. To quote an excerpt from the autobiography of a very old friend of his, ‘My Thought and My Failings’.

'Know this, dear reader, that we live in a world that tests us. It tests our decency and compassion. It tests the depths of our love. It tests the resiliency of our hopes and dreams. In the face of these many challenges, it is easy to fall to despair. If only now you listen, then I ask you to lend me your ears.

If there is but one lesson, I can impart upon you, dear reader, then it is this: take what is offered. Where there is comfort, embrace it. Where there is love, cling to it. Where there is imperfection, accept what is. And where there is good, uplift it.'


For close to thirty years he lived in a society that doesn’t want him. And he long accepted that fact. But now the love of his life metaphorically held out her hand to take him in. He gave Valai enough time to do the same. Now they must live with their choice while he pursues his own personal happiness.

Yesterday he had proclaimed his decision on going to Trikon social media. The response was warm and heartfelt. His friends brought him out to a diner. Who had also invited other friends that they both know. From his end, most of them were people he grew up with in the orphanage. Most brought along their own families to meet him. They ate, they drank, and they sang.

He kept with all of them over social media. But it was nice to converse with them in person. They all met success and a fair share of tribulations along their journey of life. But in the end came out as extraordinary people. And now, now it was his turn. They all knew that. In a way it’s why they came together. Because Lincoln is the sort of person who needs to be assured that it’s okay to do this. He’s not selfish for leaving everything behind to follow what he wants. With everything he has ever done for them, Lincoln earned this many times over.

This morning the Caretakers made their own farewell party to him. It was very cute, most of the food was baked by the children themselves. All who only knew him for a short while yet made a quick connection with him. As of now, there weren’t any more traumatised children from the wars. And with new, young Caretakers. One being a former orphan. He knew he could leave knowing that they will be alright.

That was a few hours ago now. It was only a minute ago that he texted Alcra that he was going to pack and head to the Starport. Where he’ll take a ferry barge to a station near Trikon. The only place where he can then be transported there. After all, Trikon wasn’t a place that tourists would want to go to. Not that they could if they wanted to. Therefore he would have to meet up with Alcra at that station.

Looking at his room one last time he took a breath. Prismatic bands of light then danced about as he packed up his things within seconds. Then he stopped beside his bed. The room is now bare and tidy. For a moment he was tempted to indulge in a moment of philosophical pondering. But brushed that aside for later. Especially on the long flight to the station.

There were three briefcases. Two handheld and one so large he has to carry it on his back. His whole life was crammed into them. His electronic devices, clothing, gifts, pictures, books, and of course some emergency money. This was not the first time he traveled. But definitely the first where he isn’t coming back.

It was a sad feeling to be sure. Perhaps this is what all children feel when they’re adopted and have to leave. And now it was his turn to do the same. Picking up his suitcases he made his way out of the Orphanage. It would be a lie to say he didn’t shed a tear. Once outside he was met with the sight of his Caretakers who were there to see him off. Giving him hugs and saying how proud they are to see Lincoln finally find his place in the galaxy.

He thanked them for everything. And how much he loved them. In the heat of the moment he felt like making things a little more memorable when one of them asked that they could call a cab. But he said there was no need. For he started to float into the air. A gentle sheen of prismatic radiance emanated from his form. And then he shot up into the azure expanse. A twinkling star leaving a rainbow trail in its wake.

The exhilarating sensation of taking to the sky for the first time since he came to Valai aside. He ceased with the lightshow when he was sure he disappeared into the horizon. Flying normally he took the time to take in how everything looks from high above. From mapping the route where he walked the children to school thousands of times to looking at the landmarks he once visited.

Seeing the Starport up ahead he made his descent. Gracefully swooping down to a side entrance made for people who have the Special Pass. A strip of special material currently around his wrist that the door frame detects. Basically it’s for people who paid for tickets in advance and didn’t want to be stuck in the crowds if they’re late. He had plenty of time but he likes to get on a ship to avoid the lines.

As he landed he heard voices from behind him. Looking back to the parking lot he could see a parked convertible alongside the sidewalk. The passengers were his friends, who told them that they would be here to see him off. Hearing their cheers made him smile. And he waved back. Then he turned back around. Holding up his wrist the door beeps before opening to let him in.

He took a step inside. The door closing behind him. Letting out a shuddering breath. People may say bad things about how Valai treat their men. But to him, he loved his life in Valai. Sure, it had its moments. There were a lot of things that went against his ideals. But it was still a place he lived in for close to thirty years. Letting himself shed a few tears he wiped them off his freckled face before continuing his journey.

Within a few moments he got himself onboard the ship. Taking a seat he settled his belongings down beside him. Then he simply spent the next fifteen minutes staring into nothing. Five minutes later he felt the barge come to life. Ascending to the Ether Sea with him and the other passengers. Making himself more relaxed in his seat knowing this will be a long ride. He took out his phone and plugged his charger in a nearby outlet. Lincoln sent the text to Alcra that he was on the ferry now and will be at the station soon.

Truth to be told he was nervous. Who wouldn't? Not only was he leaving the nest but also moving to a land far different from what he is used to. In Valai he stood out like a sore thumb but due to his gender was quickly ignored. However, on Trikon he will still stick out like a sore thumb but he will definitely not be disregarded. They’ll want him to contribute to their society just as everyone else.

He thought a lot about it these past few days before coming to the conclusion that he’ll be honest and upfront about who he is. Yes, Hoshizora doesn’t need a Superhero. Especially not Trikon. So he won’t be one. Instead he’ll do everything in his power to protect Alcra. Therefore by proxy Trikon, and by proxy the Golden Drake himself. Hoshizora will very much accept those who’ll fight to protect their homes.




Last edited by Eteru Zvonimir on Sun Apr 11, 2021 6:27 pm; edited 3 times in total (Reason for editing : Edit 3: Gimme those jade hills!)
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Wed Apr 14, 2021 2:13 pm
A trip to Trikorn was certainly fairly difficult to set up for a civilian. There were very few civilian transport routes to the planet, and Valai's starports had no permanent routes between themselves and starports on Trikorn thanks to a sheer lack of demand for it. As was the case with most planets, the demand didn't exist, so the Ether Barges did not take up the routes. This did make sense however when one considered Trikorn. The planet was not a major center for civilian affairs. Tourism to Trikorn was effectively non-existent, nor was it desired by the Watrike. Non-Watrike getting jobs on Trikorn was limited almost entirely to the military, and that of course had its own transportation network. Most companies even of Iammelonian origin struggled to set up on Trikorn, thanks to its regulations, security, and lack of Watrike interest in many products that other species may find desirable. And finally, the prospect of people moving to Trikorn to live there permanently was also not present. While nobody could say Trikorn wasn't safe, it wasn't comfortable or even cheap. The world was primarily a desert, and much of it belonged to the Union government and its efforts to restore life to the planet, carried over from the previous Excave efforts, and the planetary government was also simply not interested in selling its land for things it considered unimportant.

Lincoln however was lucky that there was a special, one time barge to Trikorn in the Valai Royal Starport when he searched for routes. This was due to the fact that a batch of Watrike Warriors stationed on the planet after the Union's victory in the Civil War, to oversee reconstruction and guard against unrest in the planet's new situation, were being sent home for their mandatory month of vacation, much to the sadness of the Watrike involved who had desired simple redeployment. This was combined with a one-time trip to Doth in the farther reaches for more proper civilian purposes, using Trikorn as a layover to refuel and resupply. This created the rare trip to Trikorn.

And so, he would be off. It was indeed a long trip, as this was a simple Ether Barge following a typical civilian route. It would be safe, as this route was consistently patrolled and guarded by the forces of the Republic Justice and Security Department, the reorganized troops of Bazaar Security. Lincoln would even see some of their ships pass by the Ether Barge as it drifted through the nebula. But of course given this particular barge's passengers, it had an additional deterrent to pirates.

The passengers were generally split between three groups, only one of which was going to Trikorn. There were a number of Valorians who were headed to Doth, mostly tourists who wanted to see one of the newest additions to Iammelon. They were fairly standard, just a number of civilians getting off Valai for a trip. The second group was a number of merchants, who were headed again to Doth, though this time it was for business purposes. And finally, the third group were those headed to Trikorn, which were primarily Watrike headed home, as well as the oddity in Lincoln. They were clearly a bit restless, not enjoying the prospect of their month off of work. It seemed they decided to also keep to their habits, with the Watrike taking up the task of patrolling the Barge, walking through the halls in organized, timely manners. The ship's security didn't stop them, as there wasn't a point. It would keep them out of trouble, the Watrike weren't going to do anything illegal in all likelihood, and if they wanted to make the job of the security detachment more easily it was welcomed. Though they were still not welcomed to the "crew-only" sections of the ship, nor did they try and access those areas. The Watrike weren't very sociable, and so the passengers were a little disturbed, but they did provide an aura of safety and security.

The trip would end uneventfully, nothing of import happening along the path. The Ether Barge would slowly arrive in the orbit above Trikorn. It was headed to a large space station to dock, rather than to the surface. Lincoln and the various Watrike would be instructed to disembark here, and take a shuttle down to the planet's surface after going through a security check, which would investigate Lincoln's briefcases. Outside the station, visible from the view ports, was the number of warships in orbit above Trikorn. Some were in port, others just on patrol. Regardless, the next step was the shuttle to take Lincoln down to the city of Korntri, the city in which Alcra lived, as well as her parents.

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Wed Apr 14, 2021 5:25 pm
It had been a challenge to find a way for him to get to Trikon. And he certainly can’t fly there under his own power like in his past life. Not only does he lack the ability to survive in the Ether Sea but also doesn’t have enough speed to fly there in a timely manner. While he’s fast, he’s by no means close to his prime. If he were to compare him now to his past growth. It would be the first few years into his crime fighting life when he started as a young teen. He can do a lot of amazing things but by no means is he impressive compared to other heavy hitters of those times. Not to suggest this bothers him of course. In contrast to his past life he doesn’t have present goals to become stronger. He’s a civilian after all.

He knew that being a civilian would be tough to get onto Trikon. Over the years he heard many things about them. From the surreal militarization of every faucet of their society to the streamlined structure of their social structure. It wasn’t hard to see why not many people would go to permanently live there. And he could understand their reasoning. Trikon has no need for comfort and luxury. To him he finds that a tad depressing. But he’s one of the few who doesn’t mind the prospect of living his life there. Of course, it helps that he’s an altruistic soul.

Another thing he still yet to come to a conclusion on was finding a job. The idea of being a freeloader for Alcra and her parents was shameful to even imagine. Unsurprisingly there wasn’t much of a civilian sector on Trikon. What was there was centered around making products that bore Tyfrondor’s image. Not the most inspiring stuff. It was nostalgic however. It reminded him of the days where merchandise were made in his image. It was this remembrance that didn’t make him freaked out about it compared to most people. To them it was strange to have the entire race be devoted to a singular individual. From his experience it was creepy at times, and it’s for this reason also that he came to empathize with Tyfrondor more than he would have thought in the beginning.

For the time being he decided to leave it up to the Watrikes. He was sure they would give suggestions on where he could be the most useful. Possibly after he did some sort of physical and he explained his powers to them. It doesn’t even require looking it up to know that a planet so defended would want to bring him through the process of getting into the system when he settles in. A civilian coming to Trikon to stay there was very unusual. And he wouldn’t be offended if suspicion was thrown his way. Because when one puts it like that he can understand their perspective.

During his planning it was a relief to find there was a unique opportunity to get on a barge that connects to Trikon. For a time he was worried he would have to request Alcra to take them there. Not for sake of pride of course, but to establish to her parents that he was competent in overcoming hurdles with his own skills in using the resources available. It was a bit nerve wracking to meet them. Always is really. But he does realize that they may possess some large amount of trust in him. After all he’s their daughter’s boyfriend coming to live under their roof. Plus the fact that he’s a human civilian. Not some great Watrike that most parents probably expect their children to be with.

On the voyage there he took a lot of naps. Dreamt of very old memories of bygone ages. Beside that he took walks around as well. It quickly became apparent to him how different it was to be around a different group of people. And he liked it. He was never allowed to be near groups of Valorian women. When he does happen to come into their midst he’s treated as some sort of strange other. His unnatural hearing catching their misandrist remarks against him. While the Watrikes aren’t very sociable, they did make it much easier to make him feel that he could be in their presence.

Getting off the barge along with the Watrikes he made his way through the monitoring station. The worker was fairly surprised to see Lincoln as he went through his luggage. Then asking for his consent to plug a device into his laptop and tablet to do a quick scan to which he lets him without a complaint. As the device does it thing he sends a text off to Alcra saying he’s at the station now and will be taking the shuttle down before letting the Watrike scan his phone as well. Once that was over he made his way to the shuttle to get down to Korntri. Eager to see his girlfriend because it suddenly felt as if he hadn't seen her in ages. He was excited about being on Trikon all things considered.
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Mon Apr 19, 2021 5:19 pm
After the Watrike cleared Lincoln's luggage, he was waved on through and directed to the shuttle. The shuttle itself was a smaller thing, clearly only meant for a small batch of people. Trikorn definitely didn't have the infrastructure to handle a large influx of civilians, only sending down small shuttles filled with dozens at most. Probably because it didn't need more than that, with most of the infrastructure here being set up for military matters.

The destination was of course the city of Korntri, which was a fairly large city. It was the capital city of the Crixual region of Trikorn, and so was a fairly large one. As the shuttle came down, breaking through the cloud line, Lincoln could see the general environment. The city was in one of the areas that was recovering on the planet, near a large lake, with a decent degree of green actually returning to the region. There was still a good amount of desert that could be seen, scars of the war that came before, along with some small ruins and old bunkers Lincoln could spot out among the wastes. All the same, coming up on the city itself, Lincoln would finally get to see Watrike architecture with his own eyes. The city was, to say the least, extremely structured. Unlike most, it was not some sprawling center. Everything was neatly built into standardized city blocks, and developed at a controlled, deliberate pace. It was not particularly beautiful, as many of the houses looked quite alike, with a number of important buildings placed throughout with yet more clear planning in mind. It was a walled city as well, with large gates at a few points, and large weapon emplacements along the walls. While at first glance the city seemed nearly copied and pasted, if one looked carefully at the designs of the roads and buildings, they built natural chokepoints in a number of positions in the city. And at those locations where people could be funneled were some of the larger and most easily defensible structures, like the police stations. There wasn't a complete lack of recreational areas either. There were a couple parks placed throughout the city, along with other buildings like gymnasiums and even what seemed to be a movie theater. On a normal world, the sheer consistency in the design of each building might have given an atmosphere of sadness and cold disdain, but not on Trikorn. The Watrike below were moving about at a happy pace, going about their daily duties with not a care in the world besides doing a good job. For all the military architecture on display, and even some soldiers on patrol on the sidewalks, for Watrike there was no oppressive atmosphere. For them, this was life, and they were enjoying it. The place had its own charm, although it was quite easy to see why Trikorn very rarely got visitors.

The Starport was one of the larger structures in the city, although Lincoln could quickly tell that it was a fairly small one by Starport standards. Even the ones on Valai tended to be much larger, and of course Korntri's starport was basically a dwarf compared to an Avalantine Starport. But as with the situation in orbit, it was small because it simply didn't need to be large. There was activity here with some ships taking off and landing, but it was mostly small transports from other areas of Trikorn, carrying Watrike where their duties called them, or barges carrying resources and supplies in and out of the city for their designated purpose. It wasn't very busy internally either, as Lincoln could see when he stepped out from the shuttle. Although he would see some Watrike transporting crates marked as "WEAPONS", one of the main exports of this city. Otherwise, there were some port officials and guards around. But this place was definitely different from the bustling, active starports of other planets.

And waiting at the main entrance to the Starport was a certain tall, female, Gatorao Watrike. Leaning against the wall in waiting, she glanced up and smiled upon seeing Lincoln. She waved to him, and then spoke out, "Welcome to Trikorn. Sorry if we couldn't prepare a welcoming party. Parties are not really the Watrike way."

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Mon Apr 19, 2021 7:44 pm
Lincoln felt many things when he first laid eyes on his enthralling girlfriend. Strangely enough it felt it had been years since he saw her. A telling sign of just how bad he has it he muse. When he loved someone he recenter his whole universe onto said love interest. And Alcra was no exception. Sure he might still hold his irontight morals. He’s not the sort of person to cast aside everything he holds value in just like that. But he can’t ignore the fact that he’s mortal. For someone like him it’s extremely important to be grounded by people who aren’t like him. Simply put he needs someone like Alcra. He has to open himself up like this.

Among the many thoughts that shot through his head were lewd ones. And in an alternate universe under different circumstances he would have no problem with taking what is his. This is not a different universe. And he’s not an alternate Lincoln. As such it’s not in his character to act those out so brazenly. Beside, while they have very much been deepening the depth of their sexual aspect of their relationship. They both understood the importance of public reputation. Meaning he has to lock away what he desires the most. And wait till they are somewhere private before he expresses just how much he misses her. If anything the wait does make the final release all the more cathartic.

Smiling in return he sauntered over to her.”No worries at all, luv. I preferred it was just us anyways. I missed you so much.” He let go of his suitcases. The luggage remained hung in the air in his telekinetic grip while he wrapped his arms around her waist. Giving her a warm hug before giving her a chaste kiss. Pushing the back the urge to keep herself in his arms. He willed himself to let go. Grabbing his luggage once more from their place. ‘If I had any doubt about coming here, I don’t anymore.” If it’s for her, he’ll do anything.

His vivid blue eyes shone with equal amounts of genuine love and lust. Despite the flame rolling in his gut he was perfectly composed. Self-control is something he came to long master. And Alcra would be able to attest just how freeing it is to him to not keep himself within the limits he imposed on himself when it came to social interaction. Out here he can’t put one person over the other. But in private, when it seemed that the world only extended to the four walls of the bedroom. Only then can he let himself be biased. To completely dedicate his very being to her and only her. And he had certainly proven his loyalty crystal clear to her.

During those few nights where they indulge in each other flesh. Lincoln quite liked to use his power to spice the bedroom. And as per his nature he did explained what his power was before they had sex for the first time. Even brought up the fact that Lincoln is able to get her impregant. Whether or not she believed him wasn’t the point to him. It was to say it regardless instead of having it brought up much later. He saw it just as scummy when a man doesn’t say they’re not on the pill anymore. In short, Lincoln is extremely honest and always tries to make stuff as clear as possible so as not to create misunderstandings.

Once he was done ensuring Alcra perfectly understood what he could do. The fun began. Lots of it. Essentially he wanted to make her feel special and loved. To feel like a million credits at the end of it. He sought to make her feel unique in the amount of pleasure he made her feel. To love her in ways that no Watrike, no woman in the nebula could possibly experience. And he made her aware on a spiritual level of just how much Lincoln is committed to her. His old late lovers could spontaneously appear on the spot and he would turn them away. A goddess could descend from the heavens with an offer to become her consort and she too would be ignored. Alcra is the only woman he loves. And he made sure she won’t ever need to doubt that notion.

“I do have a bit of jitters about being in a new place.” Lincoln admits. Ready to start heading with Alcra to their life together. “But I’m excited. I feel I’ll do alright here.” He wasn’t like other humans after all. To them they wouldn’t find Trikon very appealing to live long term. He suppose he could be called an extraordinary individual.
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Tue Apr 27, 2021 8:16 pm
Alcra gave a small chuckle at Lincoln's words, putting her hands on her hips, "Glad to hear you weren't scared off on the ride here. Better than many others already. But we'll still see if Trikorn is to your style, need to experience it before you can really decide. It's certainly a different planet compared to the rest of Iammelon. All the same, I hope you'll at the very least stick around for a while. I missed you too. Now, let's walk, my parent's home isn't too far away."

With that, she turned to walk out from the starport, and towards the road. As they were walking, it gave a closer look at the city. The buildings were bland, to say the least. Much of the decor one might expect on buildings in other cities was not present. There were stores here but they were not flashy. A restaurant was marked as "Kerala's Pizza", with a simple wooden sign point at the door, but nothing else to catch the eye. The same went for a convivence store, which was simply marked with a sign saying "Common Mart". If one looked into the windows, once more it was all quite organized and bland. Just rows of items, clearly marked, and organized accordingly. No items were specially shown, no advertisements being shown. The point of these stores was simply to sell items that were needed, nothing more. Although it did seem Watrike at least enjoyed nicer food on occasion by the presence of the Pizza Place, which through the windows one could see a Watrike child happily eating at, likely as a reward.

The people on the sidewalks were also an interesting expression. Unlike in most cities, be it on Valai or Avalantus, there was no sense of rush here. Korntri had an aura of peace. The Watrike on the side walks walked at a calm pace. When crossing intersections they peacefully lined up to wait for a confirmation light to flash, and then they crossed in an orderly fashion. This was how it was regardless of the actual activity on the roads. It applied to all. Be it the Watrike heading to their workplaces, the patrolling soldiers, or anything else. There was no self-righteous sense of importance that made people here rush to get where they wanted at the expense of others. Similarly the roads were peaceful. Everyone was actually paying attention to the speed limits and maintaining safe distances from other vehicles. There was no road rage, just the silent agreement among all Watrike to drive orderly and carefully.

Alcra spoke as they walked, in a casual tone, "Talmia will be visiting as well. She'll probably arrive sooner, but she already knows where my parents live. She lived there for a while before after all. So she will come of her own accord. Not for long, she said she has some work on Valai. Perhaps you can help her with that, if you know anything. As for my parents, I have informed them about you, but it will be important to be on good behavior for the first meeting. I love my parents, but they are normal Watrike. So they care a lot about rules and social standards. So keep your... special skills in reserve, at least until we have more privacy. Believe me, I can make the wait worth it." She gave a wink, and then pointed at an upcoming home, "And here we are."

The house was a rather unassuming urban one. A blocky house with a door, two floors, and a couple windows. It was a light grey in color, and the second floor had a small balcony. It certainly seemed affordable and simple, but closer examination revealed the other Watrike aspects to it. The door appeared wooden, but in actuality it was metal. The glass was fairly thick, and likely bullet-proof. The balcony had a thick barrier to it, which meant it could be a position for a shooter and still give good cover. And while the building was fairly blocky, it was also sloped in certain locations, and could serve as a makeshift bunker. The building was a bit of affordable urban housing, but also something easily transformed into a defensive position with a little work. And given who the inhabitants were, it was not one to be underestimated.

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“You’ll find me adaptable in more ways in one.” He gave a flirty smile. However his eyes did show that he was taking this with a degree of seriousness. His smile grew softer when he proceeded to walk with his girlfriend. While he could be a sappy romantic and problem that he will stay no matter what. He came to learn that it’s better to prove that through action rather than words. It’s easy to say pretty words after all. With that thought he took a glance at the open sky above. He has always enjoyed seeing alien skies no matter how similar they are.

Lincoln found himself enjoying the peaceful walk with his enthralling girlfriend. It was easy to spot the things that would put a regular human being off. From the vehicles clearly not meant for comfort to everyone walking in the same rhythm. To someone like Lincoln however it doesn’t bother him all that much. If anything it was strangely nostalgic. The quiet warm air reminds him of the rural areas of his old homeland. And the orderly environment reminded him of military bases that he frequently visited in his old life. The latter is why he wasn’t bothered by the militaristic vehicles as well. He was used to being around and inside of them. Other than that he quite liked the tranquility albeit it was dully a shame. He very much subscribed to Anubite’s belief of moderation in all things, even moderation. Yes, they were safe. And he very much likes that. But there isn't much that spoke that sensation of primeval freedom like sitting in the back of a pickup truck as it goes down a hot country road. As they say, everything has its pros and cons. And people tend to forget that.

Incidentally the people putting the Watrikes in a bad light are people who live in a high maintenance consumer society. And he’s well aware of how old fashioned that makes him sound. But he still believes it has merit to it. People take all the fancy technology for granted. And then they are baffled to see people not living a convenient and comfortable life like them. They take pity on them even. Something that annoys someone like Lincoln. “It’s unfair that so many non-Watrikes hold low opinions about Trikon.” He notes as he takes his time to take in the scenery. “A lot of them forget that there is no shame in living simple lives. Nor are they any of less value than their own. There is no such thing as wasting time.We don’t own time. We don’t gain any time by doing something.” The Watrikes clearly enjoy the time that they have. And at the end of the day that’s the most important part in enjoying life to the fullest. “All things considered. I don’t see anything wrong here. If anything, it reminds me of rural communities in their simplicity in an abstract sense.”

Once he was finished waxing poetry he gave a grin to hearing that Tamia was coming over. He got to know her both in person and online. And came to like her. Especially when he thinks about how she may one day be his adoptive daughter as well. From that perspective he’s her soon to be adoptive father. “That’s nice to hear, luv! I’m excited to see her again. I’ll be happy to help her however I can.” Then he gave an understanding nod when she brought up her parents. Meeting the Parents was always one of the biggest matches in the thunderdome no matter the society. “I’m eager to meet the couple who brought someone as amazing as you into this world.” He wasn’t too worried at the end of the day. Dealing with regular Watrikes seems like something he can handle. After all he’s friends with Talmia.

He has a smile in response to her wink. “Oh be rest assured, my belief in you isn't to be questioned.” Putting his flirt mode on standby he straightened himself up when they came near her parent’s house. Now he was finally here it felt surreal. And he was sure he was going to have more of these moments that tell him that he was truly flying away from his old nest. Other than that the house looked alright. He quite liked the outdoor balcony. The thought of building an outside patio swing chair in the corner came to mind. Perhaps he could ask permission to build one later. He’s quite fond of them. Taking a breath he kept walking alongside his girlfriend. Wondering if her parents know they were here by some form of hidden cameras. It would surprise him if they don’t as they’re fairly common for non-watrike homes.
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