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Cybershadowninja2
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I may be to slow at the moment but who's cursed? Is it all humans or just the ones on that planet?
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It is the Cosmopolitan infection. The one that makes Humans see Xenos as more important. When Humanity first left its cradle, they weren't so xenophobic. They sent ambassadors and scientists and tourists to other alien civilizations. And suffered for it. Some ate people, some back-stabbed humanity, some were actively hostile, and at least one created a spiritual-active viral infection that makes a Human see any sentient non-human as more important than any number of humans.
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Clearly this is the curse of Xianxia!
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Do you want suggestions for mechs?
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If you wanna suggest them I don't mind. I can't guarantee I'll use them.
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Then can I suggest some of the Zoids? because the Liger Zero has a potentially neat gimmick in changing roles based on the armor it's equipped with for potential third rate shenanigans (Before we get into the Fuzors anime that lets some Zoids fuse together for more power.), and Gilvader is a dragon Zoid with gravity saws and LEO capabilities in lore. For some examples.
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Okay.
A amphibious modular mech with a hermit crab theme.
The thought is that the shells would be the modular attachments that the crab could change out as needed.
The thought is that the shells would be the modular attachments that the crab could change out as needed.
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The interview had been brief but it'd given both Bolt and Lilly a lot to unpack. The 'curse' talk had landed like a bomb. Poor Phillipe seemed more than a little disturbed by it. Even Bolt felt disturbed by it and he wasn't effected. The various implications about it involved things he'd rather not think about.
It was something he'd have to contemplate after he checked everything immediately relevant. He'd hastily created several tools for this event, and they'd all been installed with recorders. Most of them were paltry, more designed to theoretically do something than verifiably do something. The improvised jammer for instance was supposed to jam spiritual communications. Despite his progress he had no doubts he was a novice at everything. His only real advantage was that humans really didn't do a lot of this and the alien likely hadn't even considered his presence and capability.
"Status?" Odette asked after Phillipe was cleared.
"Based on the data, there was an attempt to send something out. I think I stopped it, but this is new tech." Bolt tapped at the jammer and the anomalous records it'd reported.
"You are not certain though." Odette concluded with a small wince as she seemed to realize something. "That is progress and something special, but I will have to keep it from the report it because this is probably breaking several rules having you here and using an untested tool with unknown results. I appreciate the aid, but in retrospect this should not be recorded."
"Think it was telling the truth about the curse?" Lilly asked the main question on the couple's mind.
"Would you believe it is not the first time it has been brought up?" Odette said in return as she sighed and took a seat in the surveillance room they were in looking suddenly very weary. "This iz classified, but I feel I should speak of it anyway, and you have access to it technically. Despite what the MTA and CFA would tell the public, we do have lines of communication with some other alien races. None of it would be called friendly, but a cold front against a relatively harmless foe is sometimes more valuable for us. An unsaid but official policy is to let some less than threatening aliens survive for various reasons. Thus we have mentions of this 'curse' from others."
"Ya don't sound happy about it." Bolt noted.
"Because it is complicated. Do you know of a faction called the Cosmopolitans?" Odette paused and the continued when the couple shook their heads. "They are essentially alien sympathizers. They're characterized by erratic behavior, suicidal empathy, and considering humans worthless."
That sounded very familiar. Bolt felt his eyes narrow as his mind raced. Having a name assumed they were organized enough to coordinate. That brought several things here to new light.
"Yes, you can see. Our nations leading theory is that this curse the alien is referencing is a psychological equivalent of a stress reaction that can happen in alien presence. There are many theories though and it iz extremely hard to narrow down anything because we seem to lack something that can detect it. If it was just genetics or psychology we would have purged it long ago. Estimates are that five to thirty percent of humanity is vulnerable, but as I said we cannot detect it, so we don't know." The woman explained with exhaustion.
"So a third of humanity is secret traitors?" Lilly asked incredulously.
"That's where the complication truly comes in. Some of them are simply opportunists. Some of them are genuinely mentally ill. Some show no signs until the last second. Humanity is rife with people who simply hate their race or are willing to betray everyone for some sort of benefit. We cannot separate that attitude from the 'curse.'" Odette waved around the room. "Then you have to take into account the fact that aliens are all beaten or suppressed. Like here. Sure they might have managed to win this planet, but that would have just prompted the MTA to come in with a hammer. Not all of the Cosmopolitans are mentally deficient."
Of course it couldn't be simple. Bolt looked over his tools and suddenly felt inadequate. How would he even go about detecting that. Could it be detected? The designer paused here. It could be. Assuming the alien could do it, perhaps he could establish a detection? But how?
"If you are thinking of investigating, feel free." Odette interpreted his look. "Do not dwell on it too much though. Without threatening aliens the Cosmopolitans are either useless or hiding so well that it doesn't matter." The woman gave a small shrug. "We've learned to deal with it in places like this and have at least some precautions. It is probably why this particular event didn't truly result in a complete loss. A singular assassin on me would have made things very grim for instance and they had to pull in outside aide."
The designer took a deep breath and let it out before nodding. "I understand. But..." He trailed off and looked at his tools again. "I hate it."
Odette's laugh was bitter. "I do as well. Yet that conversation might have finally given us a possible direction to look into. The fiend stated that thinking oneself as human triggers it, and that we can verifiably test. We may have a treatment or immunization of sorts if we follow that line of thought. We even have some traitors that could serve as tests."
"Ouch." Bolt observed with a wince as he realized what that would entail.
There were methods of changing people's minds, and none of them were pleasant, or entirely ethical really. He wasn't going to stop it though. Traitors were not something anyone could tolerate. He didn't even object to the possible action. He just didn't want to think about it.
"Yes, it will be unpleasant, but there were likely worse things planned." The expert shrugged. "Regardless, this is not your problem. Did you gather anything else?"
"Off record or on record?" Bolt asked back. "Because you already said my tools wouldn't be put into the report."
Not that he wanted them to be really. Spiritual construction was still very gray as an area and the MTA wouldn't be happy if he threw around tools and promises. Hell, he didn't want to do any promises because he was still testing and experimenting on things.
"I will take off record."
"The Arboretian was trying to communicate out, as I said. I may have stopped it." Bolt gestured to the communicator. "It did not appear to be doing anything else. If I were to guess it had a vision based analysis that wasn't blocked by the glass." Some sort of spiritual sight seemed likely, but those were highly species dependent. "Considering how spiteful it was, the last question felt like the most pertinent by my analysis. It wanted to know the answer there."
"They don't want uz to have their FTL. Which is not surprising." Odette mused before standing.
"I'd say that Phillipe is fine mentally too. Call it intuition." Lilly offered herself. "If I were to describe it I'd say his will was his own."
Odette nodded with a small and sad smile. "That iz good. Expert intuition is more potent than many sensors at times. He and his friends have done us a large favor. Enough that I would have to ask a favor from you as well, much as it shames me."
"Oh?" Bolt asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Take him and his friends and leave before the end of the day. With things winding down transportation to orbit is safe. You have full clearance to leave, but that could be revoked at any time. If you leave now with the children we can avoid some... Messy complications." Odette said slowly.
The couple exchanged glances. Now that she had brought that up, it sounded like a very good idea. Bolt got to his feet and his wife joined him. He then offered Odette a hand and they shook.
"I'm glad to have met you." The designer paused and gave a small grin. "Mind if I request a few souvenirs?"
The gatling guns woodpecker had used and a few of those special trees sounded like they'd be very fun to play with, and he was sure the natives wouldn't miss them. If anything Debora would appreciate the additional data in his opinion. It was a relatively small and easy ask.
He also wanted to make a proper Second Rate Expert mech for Lilly now.
It was something he'd have to contemplate after he checked everything immediately relevant. He'd hastily created several tools for this event, and they'd all been installed with recorders. Most of them were paltry, more designed to theoretically do something than verifiably do something. The improvised jammer for instance was supposed to jam spiritual communications. Despite his progress he had no doubts he was a novice at everything. His only real advantage was that humans really didn't do a lot of this and the alien likely hadn't even considered his presence and capability.
"Status?" Odette asked after Phillipe was cleared.
"Based on the data, there was an attempt to send something out. I think I stopped it, but this is new tech." Bolt tapped at the jammer and the anomalous records it'd reported.
"You are not certain though." Odette concluded with a small wince as she seemed to realize something. "That is progress and something special, but I will have to keep it from the report it because this is probably breaking several rules having you here and using an untested tool with unknown results. I appreciate the aid, but in retrospect this should not be recorded."
"Think it was telling the truth about the curse?" Lilly asked the main question on the couple's mind.
"Would you believe it is not the first time it has been brought up?" Odette said in return as she sighed and took a seat in the surveillance room they were in looking suddenly very weary. "This iz classified, but I feel I should speak of it anyway, and you have access to it technically. Despite what the MTA and CFA would tell the public, we do have lines of communication with some other alien races. None of it would be called friendly, but a cold front against a relatively harmless foe is sometimes more valuable for us. An unsaid but official policy is to let some less than threatening aliens survive for various reasons. Thus we have mentions of this 'curse' from others."
"Ya don't sound happy about it." Bolt noted.
"Because it is complicated. Do you know of a faction called the Cosmopolitans?" Odette paused and the continued when the couple shook their heads. "They are essentially alien sympathizers. They're characterized by erratic behavior, suicidal empathy, and considering humans worthless."
That sounded very familiar. Bolt felt his eyes narrow as his mind raced. Having a name assumed they were organized enough to coordinate. That brought several things here to new light.
"Yes, you can see. Our nations leading theory is that this curse the alien is referencing is a psychological equivalent of a stress reaction that can happen in alien presence. There are many theories though and it iz extremely hard to narrow down anything because we seem to lack something that can detect it. If it was just genetics or psychology we would have purged it long ago. Estimates are that five to thirty percent of humanity is vulnerable, but as I said we cannot detect it, so we don't know." The woman explained with exhaustion.
"So a third of humanity is secret traitors?" Lilly asked incredulously.
"That's where the complication truly comes in. Some of them are simply opportunists. Some of them are genuinely mentally ill. Some show no signs until the last second. Humanity is rife with people who simply hate their race or are willing to betray everyone for some sort of benefit. We cannot separate that attitude from the 'curse.'" Odette waved around the room. "Then you have to take into account the fact that aliens are all beaten or suppressed. Like here. Sure they might have managed to win this planet, but that would have just prompted the MTA to come in with a hammer. Not all of the Cosmopolitans are mentally deficient."
Of course it couldn't be simple. Bolt looked over his tools and suddenly felt inadequate. How would he even go about detecting that. Could it be detected? The designer paused here. It could be. Assuming the alien could do it, perhaps he could establish a detection? But how?
"If you are thinking of investigating, feel free." Odette interpreted his look. "Do not dwell on it too much though. Without threatening aliens the Cosmopolitans are either useless or hiding so well that it doesn't matter." The woman gave a small shrug. "We've learned to deal with it in places like this and have at least some precautions. It is probably why this particular event didn't truly result in a complete loss. A singular assassin on me would have made things very grim for instance and they had to pull in outside aide."
The designer took a deep breath and let it out before nodding. "I understand. But..." He trailed off and looked at his tools again. "I hate it."
Odette's laugh was bitter. "I do as well. Yet that conversation might have finally given us a possible direction to look into. The fiend stated that thinking oneself as human triggers it, and that we can verifiably test. We may have a treatment or immunization of sorts if we follow that line of thought. We even have some traitors that could serve as tests."
"Ouch." Bolt observed with a wince as he realized what that would entail.
There were methods of changing people's minds, and none of them were pleasant, or entirely ethical really. He wasn't going to stop it though. Traitors were not something anyone could tolerate. He didn't even object to the possible action. He just didn't want to think about it.
"Yes, it will be unpleasant, but there were likely worse things planned." The expert shrugged. "Regardless, this is not your problem. Did you gather anything else?"
"Off record or on record?" Bolt asked back. "Because you already said my tools wouldn't be put into the report."
Not that he wanted them to be really. Spiritual construction was still very gray as an area and the MTA wouldn't be happy if he threw around tools and promises. Hell, he didn't want to do any promises because he was still testing and experimenting on things.
"I will take off record."
"The Arboretian was trying to communicate out, as I said. I may have stopped it." Bolt gestured to the communicator. "It did not appear to be doing anything else. If I were to guess it had a vision based analysis that wasn't blocked by the glass." Some sort of spiritual sight seemed likely, but those were highly species dependent. "Considering how spiteful it was, the last question felt like the most pertinent by my analysis. It wanted to know the answer there."
"They don't want uz to have their FTL. Which is not surprising." Odette mused before standing.
"I'd say that Phillipe is fine mentally too. Call it intuition." Lilly offered herself. "If I were to describe it I'd say his will was his own."
Odette nodded with a small and sad smile. "That iz good. Expert intuition is more potent than many sensors at times. He and his friends have done us a large favor. Enough that I would have to ask a favor from you as well, much as it shames me."
"Oh?" Bolt asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Take him and his friends and leave before the end of the day. With things winding down transportation to orbit is safe. You have full clearance to leave, but that could be revoked at any time. If you leave now with the children we can avoid some... Messy complications." Odette said slowly.
The couple exchanged glances. Now that she had brought that up, it sounded like a very good idea. Bolt got to his feet and his wife joined him. He then offered Odette a hand and they shook.
"I'm glad to have met you." The designer paused and gave a small grin. "Mind if I request a few souvenirs?"
The gatling guns woodpecker had used and a few of those special trees sounded like they'd be very fun to play with, and he was sure the natives wouldn't miss them. If anything Debora would appreciate the additional data in his opinion. It was a relatively small and easy ask.
He also wanted to make a proper Second Rate Expert mech for Lilly now.
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Here we see them trying to bullshit a way around just admitting spirit shit is real.
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lol I knew it sounded familiar. We seem to have the *curse* causing trouble even now. Lol
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Bolt had unfairly disparaged the Second Rate ship he and his wife had inherited in retrospect. It really didn't deserve any sort of badmouthing. The ship was meant for a scion of a Second Rate rich family. It was large, fully automated, and very useful. Especially in this case, because it had room for all the new passengers and more. The fact that it could fly on its own was another bonus.
Though admittedly it wasn't meant to really do that continuously. Automated ships tended to ignore a lot of things that pilots did as a matter of course, and required more maintenance if you used it frequently. Bolt was perfectly able to maintain it at present by hiring people to do so, but he'd still been treating the ship roughly. Sure he was going to sell it. That didn't need to mean he should be sloppy with it all.
Oddly, that was what Phillipe and his friends focused on once they arrived. Well, not so oddly. Bolt knew sometimes you just wanted to do something to keep your mind off things. Running around a ship and handling various small maintenance tasks that needed to be handled was very tame as a method of coping.
"You really didn't care much did you?" The teenager muttered as he looked over the logs of things that had needed to be done.
Bolt shrugged. "Didn't see the point. Lotta work required for something we planned on selling in a few months. Made sure the basics were covered and that's it." Some of the tasks had not been a one person task either.
Phillipe frowned. "You are reducing the sell value! You are technically inclined, you should have been able to handle all of thiz." He protested before grumbling. "Do you not care about the credits?"
"That answer is complicated." Bolt responded before sighing and settling back on the plush seat.
The little foyer here barely looked like a room in a ship. It had plush carpeting, wooden walls, and enough decorations that you could only tell it was inside a spaceship if you pulled back some of the walls. Normally Bolt would have disdained it, but whomever had designed it had done some very tasteful decorations and the environment was top notch. It was probably the most relaxing area in the ship and a personal favorite of his.
"Complicated usually means that the adults don't want to explain things." The young man responded, sounding young for once.
"Was more thinking 'bout how to explain it rather than avoid it." Bolt mused before just figuring he'd go ahead and explain what he could. "So, it took me awhile ta get ahold of this in my head, but I'm rich. Rich by Second Rate sensibilities, comfortable by First Rate depending on things."
"What?" Phillipe looked at the ship, then at Bolt, and then at the report and finally turned to stare at the designer. "You said you lived in a Third Rate area."
It was probably best to simplify and keep things relatively obscured. "I do. I invented several things that are bringing me income. Enough that money's not really a concern to me. My concern is more safety and freedom."
"That makes no sense at all." The young man protested and then frowned. "How much money?"
"Another complication there, I got no damned clue." Bolt held up a hand to keep the other man from yelling. "It's all in various credits. Seriously, I got six accounts with different credits at the moment." The young man rubbed at his forehead. "I can't trust an accountant to handle it either because I need to keep a low profile right now. Ain't like I have a business with half of em. A lotta it's licensing stuff, which makes it even more complex."
Phillipe set down the report he'd been looking over. "Low profile?!" He asked incredulously.
"Er, would you believe this isn't that bad in the grand scheme of things?" Bolt said sheepishly as he looked away from the teen's incredulous look. "But let's not really get into it. Instead, since I have you here, what are your plans for the future?"
Those words took the wind out of the teen's sales. Not that Bolt intended to. The question simply needed to be asked sooner rather than later, and the boy sounded stable enough to make a few decisions.
Unfortunately, the decisions weren't easy. Phillipe and his friends had at best a 'high school education.' Which was an ill defined thing that was different between nations. Some of them didn't have that, with the youngest being six and barely in schooling. Since they were from a Second Rate system, most of their education was fairly thorough and at a relatively high level for their age. It was still limited because they were just young.
Grunt work was the best job they could get with that level of knowledge. This wasn't bad in a Second Rate nation if you focused. Technology typically meant that most people just needed to have the willpower to do many jobs. Lessons were very frequently less expensive than finding the proper attitude. Depending on their work ethic, every teen could manage a comfortable living with relative ease. They could even afford a proper medical treatment in a few years. This was assuming that they were willing to put in the work and take the risks.
This was not the worst time for risk taking either. Despite Bolt's casual vacation, the Friday nation was still very much at war. They were getting their teeth kicked in to put it politely. This meant they were eager for volunteers. Phillipe and his friends could easily get some sort of risky job and high paying job by simply walking in and offering. The only issue was that about half the group was younger siblings that couldn't provide for themselves. A risky job risked them becoming orphans, and considering the circumstances that could result in very bad things.
Bolt's stopgap solution was mostly to hire the oldest as assistants of sorts. It was a relatively safe job that could keep them together. It wasn't charity either. The couple really did need someone trusted in that position, and the teens had proven themselves fairly trustworthy. This entailed mostly acting as gofers, minor security, and in the case of the ship, acting as extra hands for tasks Bolt couldn't do solo. Bolt and Lilly really should have gotten someone for this beforehand. Neither one of them were going to get any less busy.
He... Might have neglected to take into account one or two factors after the paperwork had been done. Minor cultural things really. Like the fact that their home nation had a tradition of specific outfits for the role, and all of the kids had grown up in rich households. They took to the new assignment with gusto, with maid and butler outfits and very formal body language. Bolt was sure it was fine at their home, but it implied certain things to have young teens in that sort of thing in his area. (Thankfully, these weren't fetishized outfits, just formal outfits that were frequently meant to implicate certain things.)
Another small problem would likely arise later as well. This one was something Bolt did account for. Phillipe and the others were going to be getting some consultation and possible treatments once they landed back at Morocco Haven. That would include hormonal treatment and possibly body adjustments depending on cost and presence. This would mean increased sexual characteristics, and teenagers being teenagers.
Bolt made sure that Phillipe would handle all of that. In point of fact, it was his only real order after he gave them employment. He was not going to deal with teenage pregnancies or inappropriate behavior. There was a distinct chance that it would be more muted than normal due to their alien DNA, but he was not going to even get close to touching that whole mess.
On the positive side, the small group actually seemed to enjoy the new jobs and he could see something like a security group forming if they worked at it. They had good teamwork, decent judgment, and their augments were actually quite handy on a personal level. There was some decent income there if one got the proper certifications and such. If anything, their unusual complexion and abilities would be considered a bonus.
Bolt landed on the planet with good feelings. He tried to ignore the fact that he felt more refreshed than he had after taking a break. It was one thing to grow up in a war. It was another to acknowledge that you were more comfortable there than anything else.
Though admittedly it wasn't meant to really do that continuously. Automated ships tended to ignore a lot of things that pilots did as a matter of course, and required more maintenance if you used it frequently. Bolt was perfectly able to maintain it at present by hiring people to do so, but he'd still been treating the ship roughly. Sure he was going to sell it. That didn't need to mean he should be sloppy with it all.
Oddly, that was what Phillipe and his friends focused on once they arrived. Well, not so oddly. Bolt knew sometimes you just wanted to do something to keep your mind off things. Running around a ship and handling various small maintenance tasks that needed to be handled was very tame as a method of coping.
"You really didn't care much did you?" The teenager muttered as he looked over the logs of things that had needed to be done.
Bolt shrugged. "Didn't see the point. Lotta work required for something we planned on selling in a few months. Made sure the basics were covered and that's it." Some of the tasks had not been a one person task either.
Phillipe frowned. "You are reducing the sell value! You are technically inclined, you should have been able to handle all of thiz." He protested before grumbling. "Do you not care about the credits?"
"That answer is complicated." Bolt responded before sighing and settling back on the plush seat.
The little foyer here barely looked like a room in a ship. It had plush carpeting, wooden walls, and enough decorations that you could only tell it was inside a spaceship if you pulled back some of the walls. Normally Bolt would have disdained it, but whomever had designed it had done some very tasteful decorations and the environment was top notch. It was probably the most relaxing area in the ship and a personal favorite of his.
"Complicated usually means that the adults don't want to explain things." The young man responded, sounding young for once.
"Was more thinking 'bout how to explain it rather than avoid it." Bolt mused before just figuring he'd go ahead and explain what he could. "So, it took me awhile ta get ahold of this in my head, but I'm rich. Rich by Second Rate sensibilities, comfortable by First Rate depending on things."
"What?" Phillipe looked at the ship, then at Bolt, and then at the report and finally turned to stare at the designer. "You said you lived in a Third Rate area."
It was probably best to simplify and keep things relatively obscured. "I do. I invented several things that are bringing me income. Enough that money's not really a concern to me. My concern is more safety and freedom."
"That makes no sense at all." The young man protested and then frowned. "How much money?"
"Another complication there, I got no damned clue." Bolt held up a hand to keep the other man from yelling. "It's all in various credits. Seriously, I got six accounts with different credits at the moment." The young man rubbed at his forehead. "I can't trust an accountant to handle it either because I need to keep a low profile right now. Ain't like I have a business with half of em. A lotta it's licensing stuff, which makes it even more complex."
Phillipe set down the report he'd been looking over. "Low profile?!" He asked incredulously.
"Er, would you believe this isn't that bad in the grand scheme of things?" Bolt said sheepishly as he looked away from the teen's incredulous look. "But let's not really get into it. Instead, since I have you here, what are your plans for the future?"
Those words took the wind out of the teen's sales. Not that Bolt intended to. The question simply needed to be asked sooner rather than later, and the boy sounded stable enough to make a few decisions.
Unfortunately, the decisions weren't easy. Phillipe and his friends had at best a 'high school education.' Which was an ill defined thing that was different between nations. Some of them didn't have that, with the youngest being six and barely in schooling. Since they were from a Second Rate system, most of their education was fairly thorough and at a relatively high level for their age. It was still limited because they were just young.
Grunt work was the best job they could get with that level of knowledge. This wasn't bad in a Second Rate nation if you focused. Technology typically meant that most people just needed to have the willpower to do many jobs. Lessons were very frequently less expensive than finding the proper attitude. Depending on their work ethic, every teen could manage a comfortable living with relative ease. They could even afford a proper medical treatment in a few years. This was assuming that they were willing to put in the work and take the risks.
This was not the worst time for risk taking either. Despite Bolt's casual vacation, the Friday nation was still very much at war. They were getting their teeth kicked in to put it politely. This meant they were eager for volunteers. Phillipe and his friends could easily get some sort of risky job and high paying job by simply walking in and offering. The only issue was that about half the group was younger siblings that couldn't provide for themselves. A risky job risked them becoming orphans, and considering the circumstances that could result in very bad things.
Bolt's stopgap solution was mostly to hire the oldest as assistants of sorts. It was a relatively safe job that could keep them together. It wasn't charity either. The couple really did need someone trusted in that position, and the teens had proven themselves fairly trustworthy. This entailed mostly acting as gofers, minor security, and in the case of the ship, acting as extra hands for tasks Bolt couldn't do solo. Bolt and Lilly really should have gotten someone for this beforehand. Neither one of them were going to get any less busy.
He... Might have neglected to take into account one or two factors after the paperwork had been done. Minor cultural things really. Like the fact that their home nation had a tradition of specific outfits for the role, and all of the kids had grown up in rich households. They took to the new assignment with gusto, with maid and butler outfits and very formal body language. Bolt was sure it was fine at their home, but it implied certain things to have young teens in that sort of thing in his area. (Thankfully, these weren't fetishized outfits, just formal outfits that were frequently meant to implicate certain things.)
Another small problem would likely arise later as well. This one was something Bolt did account for. Phillipe and the others were going to be getting some consultation and possible treatments once they landed back at Morocco Haven. That would include hormonal treatment and possibly body adjustments depending on cost and presence. This would mean increased sexual characteristics, and teenagers being teenagers.
Bolt made sure that Phillipe would handle all of that. In point of fact, it was his only real order after he gave them employment. He was not going to deal with teenage pregnancies or inappropriate behavior. There was a distinct chance that it would be more muted than normal due to their alien DNA, but he was not going to even get close to touching that whole mess.
On the positive side, the small group actually seemed to enjoy the new jobs and he could see something like a security group forming if they worked at it. They had good teamwork, decent judgment, and their augments were actually quite handy on a personal level. There was some decent income there if one got the proper certifications and such. If anything, their unusual complexion and abilities would be considered a bonus.
Bolt landed on the planet with good feelings. He tried to ignore the fact that he felt more refreshed than he had after taking a break. It was one thing to grow up in a war. It was another to acknowledge that you were more comfortable there than anything else.
Golgotha
The one that reads too much
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Oof. Big oof even.
I do wonder how common this is in a mech cultivator universe though
john doe 777
Not too sore, are you?
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Yeah having a bunch of kids in maid and manservant outfits is gonna cause some hilarious reactions