Chojin Patriarch
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I can certainly see it as an 'assigned to Siberia' position. Going to visit a potentially hostile band of super-strong natives who have no reason to like me? I'd be damn nervous.I smile at the young-looking captain the Brazilian government is dispatching to confirm the Accalas' claims.
"What did you do to get lumbered with this job?"
The captain -Davi Serra- remains po-faced.
"And no jokes about wanting to go back for your stomach, please. I'd hate for it to be literal...""I studied traditional languages and culture in university. And part of my family still lives in the countryside. I want to try to explain why remaining part of Brazil is good for them."
"Best of luck. You'll experience a moment of disorientation, but there shouldn't be any other side-effects. If you feel anything, let me know at once."
I bet most of them are just wondering "Who's this now? Another outsider?"He nods, I attach a filament and the universe flickers. Since I don't think letting the Brazilian government know exactly where the Accala are at the moment is a good idea, we appear under the canopy. I look at Captain Serra just in case, but he gives his head a small shake and waves my concerns off. I nod, then lower us to the jungle floor, the locals keeping back slightly but watching with interest.
And I'm sure mon Capitano is healthy. If not, OL should have corrected that in short order."They do not interact much with outsiders."
"Some of them do. Most don't."
"If they are still vulnerable to disease-."
"No, but that sort of thing leaves a mark."
Definitely easier to be convincing in your own tongue. Even if they don't, OL can manage translation.I descend to the jungle floor and remove my filament. The locals have noticed that Captain Serra isn't a superhero, and the looks he's getting are a good deal less friendly.
"Do they speak Portuguese?"
That would have been amusing, to see him slowly pick up the tongue.Ring?
"At least some of them do. Hugo Danner certainly didn't speak much Tupi when he got here."
One of the originals who didn't head out, I see.I lead the way towards the hut, where… There's a queue, and inside Hugo is taking the time to meet his people in turn.
"…aged a day."
A woman who could be anywhere between twenty and eighty smiles, nodding.
Huh. When your body's that tough, the hard parts are tools in themselves. Fingernails like razors; knees, elbows, palm-heels and even foreheads would be like steel hammers... Imagine the mess they could make of someone, even without the old 'rip&tear'..."I am a great grandmother now, Man-God."
Hugo shakes his head. "How do you manage to take the injection? No needle would pierce your skin. A knife wouldn't work…"
She holds up her right forefinger, whose fingernail looks rather sharp.
Ah, the whole application of the formula is a ritual? That's got to be concerning to him..."The potion of the gods can enter the body anywhere. Our bodies can break out bodies. I prepare and administer it."
"That's-." He notices me. "Ah, I'm sorry, I need to talk to Orange Lantern again."
Good to see him feeling better, at least. Seeing the children he helped back then (those who survived) grown and healthy must feel heartening.She looks around, eyeing me wearily for a moment before returning her attention to Hugo. "You will eat with us this evening? All of my children love my stories about your."
He nods, actually smiling. "I'd like that."
Polite is definitely the way to go here...She leaves the hut, and Captain Serra and I walk past the queue. I awkwardly wave as the people in the queue look at me.
"Sorry."
Well, not a private conversation. I doubt much happens in private anyway, besides things they don't want the children seeing.The woman Hugo was talking to gives us a glare as she leaves, then it's just us and the man himself. And everyone queuing outside and a group of people I assume are other Elders talking off to one side.
"Mr Danner, this is Captain Serra."
Ah, OL's not translating? I suppose it makes it easier when he has to step away...Hugo gets up and offers Captain Serra his right hand.
"Captain. Are you alright in English? My Portuguese is a little rusty."
Oh, god. I shudder at the stories Hugo might hear about himself..."Mister Danner." He takes his hand. "English is fine. Did you know that they still teach your coup attempt in the Academy?"
"Oh? I can't think why. We defeated ourselves."
How many actually learned from it, though?"Yes, but you killed a significant number of Brazilian soldiers first. I believe that the exercise is intended to teach us how to handle unwinnable engagements."
"I hope everyone in the military who's advising the Brazilian government took that class."
Ah, I knew he wouldn't have been twiddling his thumbs or sitting in the lab all the time."Yes, but there are always people who think it could have been won if they were in command. Focused anti-tank guns or chlorine gas."
"I've spend most of the time since I got out of prison testing exactly what people like me can do. We're too fast for the sort of anti-tank guns they had back then to make much difference. Gas can kill us, but if it doesn't then our lungs heal. Modern weapons are a bit different, but the defending army would have its work cut out. But… You're not here to negotiate. No offense meant…"
Nothing like a practical demonstration."No, they would not send a captain for that. I am here to confirm your claims concerning the military force of the Accala. If you really have as many people as Orange Lantern has told my superiors that you have. And if they are really as strong as he says."
Hugo looks at me, and I take twelve iron bars out of subspace and float one over to Captain Serra.
It just lacks a certain something without the classic Circus Strongman costume."If you'd care to check..?"
He tries twisting it, then bangs it against the table. Then he takes his knife out and tries scratching it. He nods, and comes closer and picks another rod at random to subject to the same tests. Then he nods again and passes them both back to me.
Hugo gets up, and they both follow me outside. I pass one bar to Hugo, and he grabs it with both hands and twists it without all that much visible effort.
Ha! The joy of super-powered littles.A couple of small children clap excitedly, and I make momentary eye contact with their adult escorts for affirmation and then reward them with a bar each. The elder child has a little trouble, but manages to bend it into a 'U' shape. The younger's hands are sufficiently small that they're having trouble gripping it properly, but when they squeeze and grip they leave visible impressions in the metal. Right before it pops out of her grip and hits another girl in the head.
And mon Capitano has gone very quiet...The other girl's head moves a little under the impact-
"Sorry! Sorry!"
-but she clearly isn't hurt and only a little annoyed.
"Be careful!"
Yeah, I suspect disagreements get settled a little more physically than most people would. No hard feelings when you've had your head smacked around fair and square and done the same to the other guy.I recover the metal bars. "Would you like to select some others at random?"
"I don't think that you are lying, but I need to get an idea of the Accala's numbers as well."
Hugo nods. "I can show you around a little. But don't go too far away from me. They all know you're coming, but… This is a community, not an army. They don't have that sort of discipline."
Ah, yes, our erstwhile local reporter."I'll stay with you. I don't want to get ripped apart."
"Then I'll leave the two of you together while I visit Caracas. Excuse me."
Heh, I doubt she's used to getting the Lois Lane treatment. At least she hasn't gotten kidnapped yet... I hope.The universe flickers as I appear outside Ms Holguin's office, then I wave through the window at her.
"Ready to go?"
She nods, grabbing her equipment and dashing out of the office. A few moments later I land as she exits the building.
Time to get the public weighing in on matters. I foresee some differing opinions..."Is this for real?"
"Very much so, but I'm hopeful that we can avoid open conflict. Ready?"
She nods, and the universe flickers again.
A nice quiet transitional scene. Let's hope the government isn't making any stupid deci-... Any hostile stupid decisions. I don't want their rebuttal to the Tribes' ultimatum to be a bombardment.
Corrections:
Our bodies can break our bodies.