Race Meet the Desulti

A fear of outsiders. In science fiction, it can also mean a fear of aliens, which is what I'm aiming for here.

 

Here's another piece of lore, in the form of a short story split into three separate entries.

4A. Tail Feathers, Part 1

p.1 The sound of traffic going to and from the spaceport is as good as any
alarm clock. I found myself lazing in bed, as usual. But it was more untidy
than usual and, for once, held a second occupant. Purple feathers were strewn
across the sheets.

p.2 It all came back to me at once. The club. The music. The Avian at the end
of the bar. Every night she was there, but only after a week did I actually
start talking to her. Fruitbringer was a Grounded, and had fled Avos for
somewhere safe with friendly people. Desulti space is a popular choice, if you
can get through customs.

p.3 I quickly found her to be fascinating. Not just because she was from a
different culture; her determination for starting a new life was almost
inspiring, and it was apparent that she was a very well-natured person. One
thing lead to another, from a drink on my shout to a nice dinner together, and
we found ourselves here.


4B. Tail Feathers, Part 2

p.1 I climbed out of bed, gently disentangling myself from Fruitbringer's
grasp, and put my trousers on. Letting her continue her peaceful slumber, I
went into my apartment's cramped kitchen to make her breakfast. Bacon sizzled
while I lathered some toast with a bitter yet traditional spread.

p.2 I turned around, and saw Fruitbringer leaning against the kitchen doorway.
She was dressed in a basic skirt-and-shirt combination preferred by many of her
kind. Her beak was drawn into a small smile. "Good morning," she cooed. "It's a nice place you have here."

p.3 "G'day," I replied, dishing up the food onto two plates. The smell probably
helped wake her. "And thanks. It's not much, but it's home. Here, I made you
some grub." She took it gratefully, but frowned at the contents. "It doesn't
look like grub. More like...bacon."


4C. Tail Feathers, Part 3

p.1 A quick explanation later, and we were seated opposite each other at the
table. We were in no hurry; it was the weekend, after all. "So, Fruitbringer,"
I said as we ate. "Nice snogging last night, hey?" She stared at me, puzzled,
until realizing that I was just teasing. "It was nice, I suppose." she
eventually answered.

p.2 "I'll give you one thing," I continued, trying to decide how to explain.
"You're a real nice chi-...young woman. A true battler. You ever need anything,
let us know." Fruitbringer smiled, reaching over and touching my hand. "Of
course," she said. "I daresay I'm growing fond of you."

p.3 The two of us continued chatting for a while, before Fruitbringer left to
run some errands. As I unlocked the door, she promised to meet up with me in the bar, as usual. We shared a brief but passionate kiss before she left. I watched her
go, realizing it was the start of something beautiful.

 

Well, since university is ending this week, I'm going to have some time on my hands. And I intend to resume working on lore documents for the mod.

But, I'm also considering rebooting the Desulti history because, basically, it's not very exciting. Nothing really big happens to the Desulti on the scale of the other races, at least until the start of the game. Alternatively, maybe it's fine the way it is, because surely not every race in the universe would have had such a dramatic time.

Any thoughts? Is the history fine as it is? Or should I try for something better?

 

Speaking of history - how goes the artist hunt?
You might want to start considering laying traps

 

Only two have stepped forward. I'll probably reach out to them once I'm ready.

Also, how many Aussies do you expect to fool with Canadian beer?

 

G’donya, but I don't believe that garbage for a blimey second.



Every aussie in australia was there in that ad.

 

I guess I shouldn't get my knowledge of a country from great commercials.
Damn marketing.