Edo period (1615-1868) and Meiji era
(1868-1912), 19th century, Japan.
The staghorn ojime depicting a stained toad wearing a hat and a
dragon-fronted mokugyo with mother-of-pearl inlay; the wood ojime comprising:
a cluster of four fish; two of single fish, signed Ishikawa and Tomohide;
two of monkeys, one signed Ishikawa; three of bats, signed Gyokuzan (the
others illegible); a coiled snake; a reclining horse, signed Kogyoku; one
a double mask of Ebisu and Daikoku with lacquer details; and a demonic face
fashioned from a nut (14)
1in (2.5cm) width of largest. Bonhams
Again, really quick followup to First contact. any suggestions on what might happen next are welcome. I am writing these as first drafts with minimal editing so it is readable, so the quality will never be better than this. sorry.
It seemed that all specie had a near universal belief that
there were monsters where no one had been to before. When they were planetary
beings, species generally believed the monsters to be in the distant regions on
their home, but when their planet was explored, they pictured the monsters to
be above them, beyond the sky. But when they left their planet, the monsters
moved to other planets. And so on and so on. It was never anything anyone took
seriously, more like children’s fairy tales than anything, but the fear of the
unknown was difficult to overcome, even for the most intelligent and rational
But a year ago,
Admiral Hot’ath and his crew seemed to find the monsters. The Dareth Were an
ancient species that had once conquered hundreds of galaxies. Though it was so
long ago, no one knew anything about them other than that they had existed and
were a supreme military force that only were stopped through the combined
efforts of every known intelligent species in the universe. Most people had
even forgotten about them entirely as they had drifted into legend, then
obscurity. And now, Admiral Hot’ath was bringing them back into the
intergalactic community. As of yet, no one knew whether this was a good or bad
thing, and the Torgians were being pressured by other species to leave them
alone and never go back. The problem was that the New Dareths, or humans as
they referred to themselves, had already mastered FTL communication, and had
colonized all hospitable planets in their solar system, and even a few
inhospitable ones. It was only a matter of time before they spread throughout
the galaxy, and eventually move beyond. It would be roughly a million years
until they reached the known Intergalactic community, but it would happen. It would
be better to establish a relationship with them now and perhaps befriend them
instead of leaving them to their own devices.
Of course there were other Species that wanted to kill them
all now, and even more that wanted to participate in making contact. But as it
was a Torgian expeditionary force that found them, it was ultimately the
decision of the Torgian King, Gil-tetch. He had since made the decision to send
the same fleet back along with a military escort and a diplomatic unit.
Thankfully, they were not going in blind. The Humans were
eager to make contact with a foreign intelligence, and gave a mass of
information about their home planet and themselves to Hot’ath as a good will
gesture. Though the information was
incredibly valuable and provided much insight, it was so bizarre, that half the
people who looked at it didn’t believe it was real. But King Gil-tetch did, and
that was all that mattered.
Their home planet was a bit of an oddity, its biomes ranging
wildly from below freezing to above boiling, and its weather patterns being
oddly unpredictable. But it’s most astonishing feature was the level of biodiversity
it supported. There were thousands of animal species, and just as many subspecies.
Plants were strange as well, few being edible unless the consumer had multiple
stomachs. Many were also carnivorous, and a few even seemed to be malicious for
non-sentient beings, and the intelligence and capabilities of the fungi would
be frightening if it was self aware.
But the humans stood out above all else. They did not remain
where they were comfortable, they went EVERYWHERE, even living in hostile areas for no discernable
reason. They seemed to enjoy dangerous environments more than safe ones as shown
by finding a way to colonize one of the Gas Giants in their solar system. It
was like their very existence was a declaration that they would refuse to die
and would prove that nothing would kill them. They ate foods that were
inedible, they owned dangerous animals as pets, they fought each other for
recreation, they would perform horrifying medical procedures that most other
species were incapable of doing, just to keep from dying. And it was Admiral
Hot’ath’s job to ensure that they would not kill anyone.
He stood on the bridge staring at the screen showing Prison
1. Or as the Humans called it, Earth. The humans seemed glad that his fleet had
returned, and had invited them to come straight to the home world. They had
already established a connection with the Information network the humans
established and was cross-referencing they information they already had with
the human’s open sources. They were traveling at .1 light speed and were now
entering orbit of the planet. It would be several days until physical contact
was made with any humans, they needed to gather samples to synthesize immunizations
so no one died from anything humans were carrying, and they needed to
distribute their own immunizations to the humans. This was a lengthy process,
and it was possible that it wouldn’t work, and the immunizations would kill
people. Hot’ath had a feeling that the humans would take to the immunizations
just fine. They were incredibly resilient.
But even after they overcame that hurdle, the Torgians would
never be able to set foot on Earth, or even enter the atmosphere. Earth had a
much higher gravity than what they were
used to, approximately five times more in fact. None of them would even be able
to stand without exo-suits, but even so, they would probably be crushed against
the inside of the suit. Most likely, the humans would come up to their ship, or
the Torgians would go to the Earth moon or the planet they named Mars. Until
then, they would use holographic conferences.
Once they were settled in orbit, Hot’ath sent a hail signal
to the planet. He had diplomats with him, but the King had placed him in
charge, so their first real conversation was his responsibility. An image of a
man sitting on a large, uncomfortable looking throne made of a dark red wood
and ornate silver inlay. “Greetings, I am Emperor Guanwudi, Ruler of the Terran
Empire.” The man announced, his lips not matching the audio as it was
translated to Standard Intergalactic. Hot’ath recognized him from the Current
Events file in the Human’s Information transfer.
Hot’ath bowed as he learned to do in the files, and replied.
“I am Admiral Hot’ath. With me are Lady Fer-gin and Sir Hot’gun. We hail from
the Torgian Kingdom.”
“May I ask how you found us and what your intentions are?”
“We were an expeditionary force exploring this galaxy, it
was believed to be mostly uninhabited until our long range sensors picked up an
artificial radiowave. We followed it here and found your system. We have no
specific intentions beyond offering friendship.”
The emperor nodded
and moved on to his next question without hesitation, revealing nothing in his
face or voice. “Why did you stop at Pluto on your first visit?”
“There was an outpost there that was the gateway to the
blackzone. Have you not found it?”
The emperor’s face faintly flinched. “No. Over five hundred
years ago, it was decreed that Pluto was to be left alone as the only untouched
planet. Have you learned why this was a blackzone since your last visit?”
This threw Hot’ath for a few moments before he remembered
that he had told them before that he did not know why the blackzone was in place.
“Yes, it seemed that a few hundred million years ago a dangerous species was
sent here as a quarantine exile. The outpost was abandoned when it was determined
that the species was no longer a threat. It was so long ago, that the records were
lost and the entire event was forgotten. But our King has suspended the blackzone
until further notice upon learning of your discovery.”
“How far away do you hail from?” he asked, as though the
previous question was not asked.
“Approximately 200 billion of what you call lightyears.”
The king gave a faint smile, the change in tone threw off the
admiral, who had thought that the human was ready to wage war at any moment. “So
even in space, there are explorers.”
“Before we came, were you content to stop where you are now?
Or did you look to the stars and find other planets you could go see?” Hot’ath
replied with a smile of his own.
“True.” The man conceded. “But we do not know how different
our species are. How do you think it would work out if we were to treat you as
humans, or you to treat us as Torgian?”
“I am glad to see that you act with forethought. I have made
many first contacts, and not all species are so intelligent.”
The emperor laughed, the noise harsh and halting. If Hot’ath
had not been thoroughly briefed on Human expression during the several month journey
here, then he would have been confused. Of course, all species had odd
expressions, but this being the most sensitive and dangerous interaction he had
ever had, it paid to be prepared. “I thank you for the compliment.” The man got
out as his laughter died down. “So, Admiral, how should we proceed? What are
Hot’ath gave a brief overview of the vaccination plan, then
went on to explain that they would not be able to set foot on any planet
greater than .3 of earth’s mass due to their bodies. They will then survey the
system’s resources and see if there is anything of value to the Hot’ath. There
were other legal questions involved such as how far theTerran Empires borders
stretched past the solar system, and how many other systems they could claim,
but that was the job of the Ambassadors. For now, he only requested permission
to gather physical samples of earth, plant, and animal tissue from each planet.
“That sounds reasonable.” The Emperor agreed. “I would
greatly like to establish trade between our people. If this can be a mutually
beneficial relationship all the better. I hope to speak to you again soon,
admiral.” He pressed a button that wasn’t visible on the arm of his chair,
cutting the communication.
Hot’ath nearly collapsed in relief. They were friendly. They
wanted to trade. They were giving him everything he asked for. He had not expected it to go anywhere close
to this well. “Admiral?” Lady Fir-gin
placed a six fingered hand on his back.
“I’m O.K.” he assured everyone. The inhabitants of the
bridge were al looking to him. They were just as scared and relieved as he was.
“Prepare for Stage 1.” He straightened up, giving out orders. “Have Dr Mon-fit’tch
coordinate with the human delegates where the survey droids are to gather their
tissue samples, and Dr. Brath’thn send excavation droids out to gather soil
After a moment of silence the bridge started to bustle in
activity. Everyone had jobs to do and no time to wait. They had made friends with
The Giving of gifts is something that you must be ready to
participate in, though careful to bring it up first. Not all cultures exchange
gifts as a sign of good will, and may be offended if you push too hard. The
most important thing to keep in mind is to never be offended unless directly
threatened. Whether the gift is strange, dangerous, or conceptual, it is probably
normal within their culture and they are making an attempt to show respect.
Never assume anything. Always ask a mediator or learn beforehand if a return
gift is required or would be offensive. Also be sure to match the gift in
concept, value, or meaning.
-Explorer’s Handbook, Chapter Nine: First Contact
It had been two weeks since the Torgian fleet had arrived in
the system of Sol. Admiral Hot’ath had finally recovered from the vaccinations
needed to interact with the humans, and today was scheduled to finally meet
Humans face to face. Though he had been communicating with them via holograph,
there was always something different about seeing something physically for the
first time. They had decided to allow the human to come aboard their flagship.
Emperor Guanwudi would arrive accompanied by five diplomats, three of which
would return with the fleet to the Torgian home system, and a small military
escort for protection. The Admiral was waiting in the docking bay along with
Lady Fer-Gin and Sir Hot’gun and a ceremonial honor guard. They were all
wearing their most formal attire, Hot’ath himself, wore a deep blue tunic with
silver trim, and the crest of the Torgian Kingdom embroidered on his chest.
This contrasted against the Honor Guard who all wore red suits with gold trim
and the crest of the Torgian military under the crest of the Torgian Kingdom.
They also all wore decorative caps stretched around their oblong skulls. Each
carried a silver baton that they kept pressed upright in the center of their
chest while they waited.
As soon as the light above the bay door flashed white, the
entire room snapped to attention. The Batons raised up in a salute as the doors
opened. A security team of ten entered first, followed by the Emperor, The
Diplomats two of which carried a large crate, and ten more body guards. “Hail,
Emperor Guanwudi!” The admiral called out, giving the Torgian salute, three
fingers to his mouth while the other three of the same hand curled to the palm.
Sir Hot’gun and Lady Fer-Gin did the same exactly two seconds later. The
Emperor approached, and putting his thumb and two fingers together, made the
sign of the cross from right to left. “Hail, Admiral Hot’ath.” He replied in an
The Humans were dressed very strangely to the Torgians.
Whereas the first and every other time he had spoken to a Human, they had worn
sharp fitting black suits and white shirts with black cloth hanging from their
necks, this time, the guards and Emperor wore completely different clothing. The
guards still wore those black suits, but they looked strangely metallic, and
each one wore skin tight dark green gloves, and also wore long, straight,
swords on their hips. The Emperor however, wore elaborately embroidered clothes
in several layers, tunics, trousers, vest, and cloak. All in black and gold,
the embroidery depicting flowers, vines, and several double headed eagles. The
Emperor also carried a sword, this one greatly embellished in black wood and
silver inlay. Though he could not see the blade, he could tell from the
scabbard that it was straight and broad. Even if it was for decoration, Hot’ath
was frightened that this man had the strength to carry it so easily.
Hot’ath knew that the humans were twice as tall as the
average Torgian from his holograph interactions with them, but speaking to them
in person like this, gave the size difference new depth. It was all he could do
not to balk and stagger back. But he stood his ground, and tried to twist his
mouth in a human smile, though it felt more like a snarl. The Emperor smiled
back kindly, “Close, but I would suggest that you practice more before smiling
to a human. They may take offense.” His words were smooth, and as far as Hot’ath
could tell, sincere. It was important for the Torgians to remember that from
the humans’ perspective, this was not nearly as sensitive a meeting as it was
from the Torgians’ perspective. They did not know the massive political avalanche
that was ready to crash around them.
So relaxing and deciding to add some more humor, Hot’ath
replied, “This is how we smile,” he puckered his lips together so it seemed that
his mouth turned sideways. Knowing that he would fail and that it would be
impossible for any human to twist their mouth like that, The Emperor of mankind
attempted it anyway. Hot’ath and the diplomats all smiled at that and
restrained from laughing. “Close, but I would suggest that you practice more
before smiling to a Torgian,” he said jokingly, “You may cause offense.”
The Terran Emperor laughed loudly at this, along with the
other diplomats. The Torgian trio laughed as well, strange, wheezing croaks emitted
from them as their stomachs heaved. “Come, your highness,” Hot’ath grinned that
strange sideways grin, “We have much to discuss, and have prepared a meal for
you. It is all Torgian, but we ensured that it is all safe for you to eat.” Internally,
he wondered if it even mattered.
They all walked through the ship, the Humans drastically
slowing their pace so the much shorter Torgians could lead. Their legs were
only a foot long, most of their height in their torso, so their hobbling steps
were torture for the humans. On top of that, the hall was only just high enough
for the humans, but a few of them including the emperor still had to stoop a
little. Finally, they arrived to the banquet hall. Fortunately, the ceiling was
nearly a foot higher than the hallway, so they could all stand comfortably. The
seats though were not designed for humans.
Torgian society placed very little emphasis on hierarchal
customs other than ceremony; it was strange to Hot’ath seeing that the other diplomats
who had moved around the Emperor all move aside to allow him to enter after the
lead security instead of entering in the order they were walking. Similarly,
the Humans waited until the Torgians were seated, before Guanwudi took a seat
at the head of the table and the rest sat down in a strangely formal order.
“Before we start,” the Terran emperor noted, “I brought a
few gifts for you.” He motioned toward the crate that two guards carried to
him. He spoke while opening it. “I was unsure of what to give you at first,” he
admitted. “What do you gift to those who are so much more advanced than you? Do
you even value jewels? Do you care about monetary value?” Hot’ath kept trying
to reply and answer his questions, but the emperor continued talking as he
pulled a something long, narrow, and wrapped in some sort of shiny cloth out. “But
then I realized; if we cannot offer anything useful or even of value, then the
gesture should be symbolic of our people. Of mankind. So when you left all
those months ago, I began preparing a few tokens. He handed the object to the
Diplomat sitting next to him, who rose to her feet and carried the gift to Hot’ath.
He took it, slightly struggling with the weight, and slid the cloth off. He held
a sword. It wasn’t the practical, plain blades that the Human security carried,
but it also wasn’t as embellished as the Emperor’s own blade. It was still a
piece of art though. The handle was in the shape of an eagle’s body, the pommel
was the tail feathers fanned out. The hand guard was the wings, and two heads
clamped against the base of the blade, face away from each other. The scabbard
was a beautiful blue and looked as though the eagle was flying against the earthen
sky. With some effort, he drew the blade, it was a triangular shape, broad at
the base, and then gradually narrowed to a point. The blade was etched with
swirls and spirals that shone blue against the silvery steel. It was quite
beautiful, and all of the Torgians marveled at it, wondering how the humans
ever considered making a tool of death into a piece of artwork.
“As I am sure you have learned, our people have a long history
with war, it is something that we are neither proud of nor ashamed of. This was
my first sword. It is the one I practiced with and fought with every day until
I took my father’s throne.” His fingers brushed the pommel of the blade on his
hip affectionately as he spoke. “It is used, tested, and has great personal
significance to me.” Hot’ath nearly dropped the blade at the Man’s words if he
understood him correctly; this sword has actually killed before. With trembling
hands, he sheathed the heavy blade and slid it back in the smooth, cloth bag.
“This is a great honor.” He said as steadily as he could
manage. “I will be sure to present it to my king with pride.”
The Emperor smiled and nodded, a strange gesture, Hot’ath
didn’t understand. “Second,” he continued, handing a small box to the same
woman who carried it to Hot’ath. “Is a gift that has been gifted several times
over for the past several thousand years. It was originally the property of a Tsar
who had it made to give to his wife. After she died, it passed through many
hands, and is one of fifty similar pieces made, though only ten are left. This is
by far the most well-known. It was handcrafted by a jeweler who took over three
months to complete it.
The Admiral opened the box to find an oblong object Its outer
shell was made of multi-colored gold, embellished with translucent yellow guilloche
enamel and black enamel double-headed eagles set with diamonds. ”The jeweled
monogram of the empress appears at the egg’s apex under a portrait diamond,
with the date at the base.” The Emperor finished. “It used to include a tiny carriage
that would fit inside the egg, but that has been lost to time.” He said, his
tone lowering to what Hot’ath assumed was sadness.
“It is beautiful.” The admiral replied, delicately holding
it in his slender fingers. It was far heavier than he expected, but then
realizing that it was made of real gold and diamonds, he gingerly set it in the
box. “We are honored that you bestow upon us such valuable gifts.” He bowed his
“Lastly,” the emperor said, pulling a bottle and goblet from
the trunk, “Throughout the ages, one tradition that has never died is
commemorating new alliances with a shared drink. If you are willing, I would
like to do this with you all today.”
Hot’ath didn’t quite know how to respond. He was not authorized
to seal an alliance or make any deals. Glancing to either side at the other two
Torgian diplomats, he gave them pleading looks. It was Sir Hot’gun who saved
him. “Assuming the drink is safe for us, we will gladly share your cup,
however, we cannot promise an alliance. It would be a purely symbolic gesture.”
This did not bother the humans in the least. “Then it will
be to our friendship.” He said, opening the bottle and pouring the red liquid
into the goblet. “No promises, no obligations. Just good will.” He smiled.
“That is acceptable.” Lady Fer-gin approved, giving an
attempt at a human smile, before giving up and reverting to a Torgian smile. It
only took a few seconds to ensure that the wine was safe for the Torgians, and
after the Terran Emperor blessed it with the same cross sign he made before, he
took a drink, and passed it around the table. Every human and Torgian taking a
sip until it returned back to him who finished it off.
“If that is the last of your gifts,” Hot’ath began, “Our
King has prepared a something for you as well.” He turned to Lady Fer-Gin who stood
at her cue.
“As it is generally accepted that you are the most
intelligent life forms in this galaxy, it essentially belongs to you.” She began.
“However, as you do not have the resources to explore your own property, our
King thought it fitting to provide those resources to you. She walked over and
set a holographic datasheet in front of the emperor. “He had commanded that we
provide to you one ship capable of galactic travel, and all the necessary knowledge
on how to operate and maintain it.”
The emperor picked up the datasheet and read through the
document. He was certainly not expecting this.
Hawaiian war club. The weapon resembles a thick sword or club with shark teeth. These
shark teeth are placed into grooves in the club and sewn into place.
The tip of the handle also may also be used as club since it is bone
shaped. There are inlaid pieces of abalone all through out it.
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Luristan bronze daggers - Iran, circa 9th-7th Century BC
One with flanged hilt still holding the remains of a wood inlay, terminating in an openwork cage-pommel; another with long triangular blade and penannular guard; and three examples with flanged hilt and fan-shaped knob.
In the 3rd and 4th millennium BC, migrant tribes settled down in the mountainous area of the Zagros Mountains of Iran. The Kassites, an ancient people who spoke neither an Indo-European nor a Semitic language, originated in Luristan (aka Lorestan).
Luristan was invaded and settled by the Iranian Medes in the 2nd millennium BC. The Medes absorbed the indigenous inhabitants of the region, primarily the Elamites and Kassites, by the time the area was conquered by the Persians in the 1st millennium BC. Luristan was successfully integrated into the Achaemenid, Parthian and Sassanian empires.
Biwa. prior to 1876, Japan. Wood, laquer, gold inlay.
This biwa is very beautifully decorated by black lacquer and gold hiramakie on the sides and back of its body. On the back are asymmetrically arranged circular medaillons with flowers and tendrils in finely worked gold inlay. On the sides the gold inlay depicts minutely carved insects in a very vivid and realistic manner. The biwa is a short-necked lute with a bent neck, a pear-shaped body, two crescent-shaped resonance holes, four frets, and four strings which are plucked with a plectrum. Weltmuseum Wien, Austria.
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