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Why do I have the feeling that this Carlin is another in a long line of ego-driven idiots whose self importance far outranks their ACTUAL importance?
Because you are very perceptive. He is there for a reason, though. But he is really bad at it. And dumb enough not to realize it.
Part 5 of 11
by
De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
17191 words
© 2020 by Glen Ten-Eyck
writing begun 2003
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Kurin uncoiled, gathering the tests and said, “Mikhala, come with me. We need to see the Captain, now. Barad, too. They will have questions for you. I may be in shallower, more dangerous water than I know. They understand things like this.”
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Kurin’s shop was filled with five busy apprentices. One was using screen printing equipment to make exact copies of designs on sheets of thin, glue stiffened Strong Skin or layered and glued parchments. Others were taking the printed sheets and putting them into shallow vats of a solvent that activated the thick paste with which the sheets had been printed. The activated paste ate the sheets away exactly where the lines were.
Finished parts were fished out with tongs and rinsed with seawater to stop the solvent. Mikhala was carefully drying and counting the parts. As soon as they were ready she packaged them in envelopes that had pictures of the model the kit inside would make. The current model was a Barant fleet unequal hulled Catamaran ship. It took three envelopes to hold all of the parts and supplies.
“Where’s High Cloud?” Mikhala asked curiously, not looking up from her work. “I haven’t seen him for days.”
So, in spite of her education being cut short Mikhala is very skilled in writing and mathematics. Very intriguing...
Also, it seems that there are some really, chillingly terrible things happening aboard the Crossover that I hope get exposed as soon as possible!
True about Mikhala. She is one of those rare people called polymaths. They only need to know how to see or understand a problem to solve it. The other side of it, and it is documented to often go with being a polymath, is amazingly fast reading.
I think that Mikhala being exposed to Kurin is going to have delightful results.
There are bad things happening on the Crossover, you are right. More about that later.
Chapter 16: Keep Roseland Weird! - Page 28
Chapter Synopsis: Suzie gets to show a couple of familiar faces around the strange but beautiful Roseland, all while the threat of the demon king looms around the corner.
Author Comment: A bit of a deeper insight to Suzie’s relationship with her parents. Sucks that the psychiatrist doesn’t know how to have serious discussions with his daughter. I want to explore their relationship more but it’s hard to fit in with the rest of the goings on.
My Magic Grandpa is a paranormal fantasy adventure that takes place in the 90s, please check it out and spread the word if you like it!
The fucking legendary WAIT to fake bomb them to show them you knew the whole time.
Legend.
i love that there was definitely an intelligence briefing where someone in charge heard that there was a fake airfield in progress and went, "...hey you know what would be funny?" and then everyone else agreed it was indeed SO funny that they would devote man-hours and a sizable log to making a fake bomb to drop on it while being only somewhat busy fighting a war, but never too busy for a funny craft project
that pilot was probably laughing so hard after he pulled the trigger and turned back to whatever convoy i'm shocked he was able to keep the plane in the sky.
i am normal and can be trusted with unrestricted boating access between all of the great lakes
Op is a zebra mussel
Part 4 of 11
by
De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
17191 words
© 2020 by Glen Ten-Eyck
writing begun 2003
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Kurin went to a dead calm. Those who knew her understood that it was a danger sign and hoped that the contained anger was not directed at them. She asked Mikhala softly, “Do you know that I am an advocate before the courts of the Naral fleet?”
Offhandedly, Mikhala answered, “Everyone’s heard the tale of you defending the Grandalor.” She paused and did a double take. “Are you saying that I need an advocate?”
Kurin soberly nodded and said, “The simple fact that you can ask that question after all that has happened to you shows how much you need one!”
“What do you mean? I was heard by the Captains and the Pursers of both Crossover and Sea Strider. They told me that I didn’t need an advocate. The Captain’s Council heard my case. What more could be done?”
