In a world where most humans still hadn't heard of calculators and were only just starting to figure out electricity, the appearance of electromagnetic weaponry seemed to be a very big jump in technology, but while most humans on Sorrel II were stumbling around the industrial age, the Woofers had brought the wolfcats, wolves, foxes, and other canines of the Wildlands straight into the information age with smartphones, tablets, eye-tracking, microcameras, wireless communication and wireless charging ports all paw-and-bark compatible with heavy claw protection. Whether they used their paws, noses, barks, or tongues to interface with these relatively high-tech devices, the canines and semi-canines were rapidly developing over each generation (which, for common Tier 3 wolfcats breeds, only took two years, thus an entire generation had already matured and birthed their own children in turn since the Mice Raft Project began. Bigger Tier 4 wolfcat breeds, however, took 6 years to fully mat
Some people might look at her oddly, but Ermine loved wandering around this fresh, bright world. She got lost almost every time, and spent hours having little or no clue where she was headed, but Craggy Falls was a quaint, optimistic little settlement that was only so big. Even if she was totally lost, she’d eventually reach the end of it, and then she could simply circle around until she found a main road and regained her bearings. Meanwhile, she’d enjoy the clear blue skies, the fresh, clean breeze, the soothing sounds of the waterfall and the low hum of new machinery. This place had the potential to be a superb vacation spot. It had plenty of nature, and if they put in enough tech to make life here convenient, it could really become an ideal holiday spot by Tau standards. If there wasn’t an imminent threat of Mitigok hordes bearing down, or an out-of-the-way location at the dangerous borders of Quarin and Draconian territory, Ermine might even have wanted to sell tickets
It might seem strange, but the sudden announcement of a tournament actually brought a sense of normalcy to Xue Mengli. The past couple of years had been downright crazy for her. Back in her homeworld, she had learned that humans were actually losing the war against the Ghosts and Demons and they were soon going to lose their world entirely. Lem Yan and Xiao Yan gave them a way out and very quickly her entire clan had moved to this new world. This new world likewise made her head spin. Humans had befriended supersmart versions of Beasts (called Wilds here) and they bonded as Comrades. They used strange devices that used a weird power called technology that relied on physical qualities instead of Qi formations or arrays. Mengli herself had learned a bit of their ‘education’ and had to admit, learning technology arts was far more complex than learning martial arts. Both were endless oceans of learning, but on this world, Qi was thin and so technology was more important.
On the one hand, having an expected fleet delay their arrival forty-six times in the past year was really, really annoying. On the other hand, the many delays gave Remian ample time to prepare. Back when Darian was hiring moles to dig tunnels and Eriane was badgering Ermine for a railgun sniper rifle, Remian had taken a whole week to explain ultrasonic sterilization to Jim and the importance of its role in the new massive sewage treatment plant. This, and nine different kinds of processing involved in the treatment were all crucial to handling interstellar guests when those other trading ships arrived. “The Tuskans alone might bring all sorts of bugs and bacteria from their homeworlds. They like moist worlds, wetlands, shallow freshwater bodies... the very kinds of places where microbes thrive.” Remian explained. “What are they like, these... Tuskans?” Jim ventured a query. “How do I put this...?” Remian scratched his head. “If Woofers are dogs and Me
The mice on the moon and the mice who just arrived on the moon met at the entrance of the tunnels protected by Lu’na-ris. “Mikwiiiwii?” [You the new guys?] “Yiikii?” [Yeah? Why?] “Sii-eeekii!” [This place is all yours! Now give us the suits!] That was the entirety of the handover from the old batch to the new. At long last! They could return to their home on the surface of the planet Sorrel II! It had been a nervous, adventurous, and sometimes tedious couple years or so of living on the moon cut off from home suddenly thanks to the Meorin expedition... but at last, they were going home! For a dragon, a couple years was nothing, a mere eye-blink in their lifespans. For a human, two years was a maturing youth leaving home for college or an extended expedition worthy of a distant voyage. For a lynxmouse, two years could practically account for entire generations. More than half the returnees had been born and lived most of their e
The day before Alani’s thirteenth birthday, Prototype Mouse Raft 19 passed final test runs. It had been a long and difficult journey, much longer and harder than anyone anticipated, but at last, the first Sorrelian-built spacecraft was ready to launch! After many revisions and failed designs, the Mouse Raft ended up looking less like a crate and more like an egg with ears. It wasn’t thrown into the air, or hauled up by airship; instead it was lowered from a crane at the Starport loading dock directly onto Zor’khan’s back, strapped on securely by people in industrial Hauler Frames, and only when the technical crews announced it was ready did the Mikkika Lynxmouse Clan finally board their destined transport. The launch was scheduled for evening, on a day when the moon was up, so as to make it easier for Zor’khan to head directly to it. By then, Mikkika was a great-great-great-great-great-grandfather or something like that. His clan of thirty had grown to nearly
Meanwhile, over the past year, the settlements of the Wildlands had undergone massive growth.Farthest north, the islands in the Midlands Sea had been filled to the point of overcrowding. The Order of Light had helped the refugees settle island after island over the past year. Many refugees from the Midlands just plopped down and settled at the first nearest peaceful stop. With so many of their countrymen and neighbors present, the many new islanders felt there was no need to go on to the desert or the Wildlands. The islands suited them just fine.At last count, the estimated population on those islands was 9 million. People from the Order of Light who were temporarily stationed there and those still on ships were not counted.But Reef sent a warning. Alani told them directly, “You won’t always have the protection of the Deep Emperor. The good weather isn’t going to last forever.”A small percentage of the islanders heeded her warn
It could be said that the Lynxmice truly found religion in the days when Zor’khan-dras started playing ‘Dragon Catches The Crate’ with Lance. After the first day of missing or outright crushing the crate with his claws, practically the entire clan headed for the moon could be found in church praying. Big drops of lynxmice sweat dripped from the foreheads of the elders! Outright bawling and confession of sins such as cheese-stealing emerged from their youths! Overnight, a spiritual revival erupted among the family members of Mikkika as they all started praying earnestly. Some of them even began to prophesy! “Mii... kikiiikik!” (We’re all gonna die!!) In a trembling fury, Mikkika hurriedly rounded up all these false prophets in his family and spanked them. *** Later that day, a petition signed by 300,000 pawprints arrived by express Lynxmice delivery at Remian’s dinner table. In a 500 word essay, the collective clans of the Lynxmice all requeste