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Homo Evolutis / Humanus Defensor: Adaptable. Evolving. Devoted defenders. Those are some of the few traits that apply to the majority of Humans.
All Humans are substantially different from one another. Out of trillions of Humans, none are really the same. While most of them share many similarities, they will always focus on their differences, going as far as to fight each other simply because they don’t like the same hyper-ball team or something silly like that.
But in any case, once you add a common factor like say, survival, they will set aside their differences, stick to each other like brothers and face every challenge that may be waiting for them.
Not that threatening the survival of any race won't bring them together, it’s just that Humans have a different way of doing it.
You see, during all their time on their home planet, they never went more than half a century without some war sprouting up, most of them because of religion. (Yes, religion. Who would’ve thought someone could make a war out of that?)
Ahem, I seem to be getting sidetracked here.
Point is, whatever they need to do, they will do it. That, my friends, is why they compose more than half of the USC’s army nowadays. They are more than willing to walk that extra mile. And thanks to centuries of continuous conflict, they know what they're doing... most of the time.
Not to mention that their species is the only one that can accept significant genetic treatment without horrible, horrible consequences. They possess full control over their genetical structure, and can adapt to slightly different environments in a short lapse of time.
When, or if, they decide to join the Colonial Guard (it’s mandatory in most colonies), they must go through a gene-boosting procedure that upgrades their rather soft, squishy mammalian body, into a taller, far more muscular version with greater bone density. And there you go, you now have your average Human.
Truth is, the gene-boosting treatment has been passed down from generation to generation, and now, even without going through the procedure, the average Human is considerably tougher than what they used to be about two hundred years ago.
Yes, with today’s technology they could all, most likely, be turned into mutants with four arms that have chitinous plating rather than skin. But no worries, significant augmentation has been outlawed for more than a hundred years, why do you think the 'Human Augmentation Crisis' happened? No need to have nightmares about evil men under your bed.
Although they are now a primarily militarised species, they have no real limitations as to what they can do with their lives. Humans are not bound by honour codes as some other species are, though that doesn’t mean that they are barbarians. They’re just, as I said at the beginning, adaptable, flexible or whatever term you want to use.
As one great Lakuran comedian once said: “Kes tu’vur, ege Humanae! A’ve ru hibe kala uven’thul! Ma’saalak, Law’erk, Fuderbak, vethelan!” Roughly translated as: “I swear, these Humans! They can turn into anything! Soldiers, lawyers, strippers, whatever!”
Fragment of “Facts about the USC: All you ever wanted to (But mostly didn’t) know about our government.” E-book by ‘Lorak S’lakavah (Deceased)’. Rating: 3.4
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A loud, high-pitched scream swept across Sweet Apple Acres, interrupting the usual silence of the area and causing several birds to take flight. Next to a wooden farmhouse, three fillies and three bipedal creatures stood next to a pair of mares, one of whom had started panicking at the sight of the foreign beings.
“AAAAHHH! AAHHHH!” the purple mare kept screaming while she struggled to back away from Atlas, to no avail. Behind her, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were giving their best efforts to keep her in place. To their left, an orange mare with a cowboy’s hat was staring at the three bipeds with wide eyes and a loose jaw.
“Agh, Twilight! What are ya’ doin’!” Apple Bloom said in between grunts.
“They don’t want to hurt you or anything!” added Sweetie Belle, pushing her forehooves into the mare’s back.
Scootaloo fluttered her wings, grimacing as the screaming mare kept pushing back. “Torres... guys.... Do something!”
Atlas, Torres and Mac stood confused while the purple mare, supposedly ‘Twilight Sparkle’, was desperately trying to get away from them. Her screams of fear could be heard through the entirety of the orchard, not doing any good for the three visitors.
After shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Atlas knelt down in an attempt to meet the mare’s eye level, while resting his elbows on his knees. “Wait, wait!” he said, his voice sounding somewhat distorted due to the vo-coder installed in his faceplate, “We’re not here to do any harm to you, we just wanna-.... ”
Before Atlas could finish talking, the orange mare came back to her senses and snatched Apple Bloom from the ground, grabbing her with her teeth; this caused the purple one to tumble backwards, taking Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo with her. They rolled through the dirt a couple feet, then managed to get back on their hooves. The purple mare took her place alongside the orange one with the fillies in front of them, except for Apple Bloom of course, who was being held by the orange mare.
The mare with the hat placed the filly behind her, and then turned back, taking a defensive stance. “Girls! Ya gotta get outta here! Get away from these things!” she yelled while pawing the ground, readying herself to charge at the trio of bipeds.
Apple Bloom walked up next to her. “Applejack! They don't want to hurt ya’, they jus’ wanna talk is all!”
“Yes, we just want to talk. That’s all, we promise!” Atlas said.
“Ya’ll got ten seconds to get outta mah-! Wait, what the what now?” The mare loosened up, looking confused instead of angry.
“We just want to talk... that alright?” said Torres.
The two mares shared a confused glance. The purple one opened her mouth a couple times, her attempts to formulate words failing at first.
“Wh-... w-what? Talk? Just... t-talk?” she finally blurted out.
Atlas let out a deep sigh, “Yes, just talk...”
“Hiya!!!” a raspy voice echoed from the distance. The whole group looked up towards the source of the cry.
Atlas looked up and had just enough time to catch a glimpse of a multi-coloured blur set on a crash course against him. A net of bright blue hexagons formed around him, absorbing the force of the attack, then pushed the aggressor a good few feet away from him.
“Rainbow!” the orange mare cried out.
Atlas looked back at the rainbow blur: as it had stopped moving he realised it was actually a rainbow-maned pegasus mare. She flapped her wings and regained her balance, scowling at him.
She growled and yelled out, “Get away from my friends, you monsters!”
“Wait, I’m sorr-” Atlas was cut off as a pink pony dropped on top of him and wrapped her forelegs around his head, obscuring his vision. Shortly afterwards, two more creatures clung onto each of his legs, a white unicorn and a small reptile being. He frowned behind his faceplate and reached down, pinching the white pony and prying her off of his leg while ignoring the other two creatures.
“Release me, you ruffian!” the mare snarled, wiggling her legs in the air as Atlas held her in front of himself. He reached up to his head with his other arm and tried to grab the pink pony, who squirmed and dodged out of his reach.
“Quick! Everypony run while we distract them!” the pink mare exclaimed while avoiding the giant’s hand.
The rainbow mare shot off towards Torres, who extended her metallic wings, lit up her suit’s thrusters and flew upwards, barely avoiding the mare’s attack. The two began a game of cat and mouse, with the mare repeatedly darting towards Torres, who swiftly dodged every attempt against her. Every failed attack served to make the mare more and more infuriated.
“Mac! Do something!” Torres yelled before she noticed that the android was engaged in a staring contest against a yellow Pegasus mare.
Mac tilted his head from side to side, examining the mare. She stared back at him with a menacing glare, yet looking oddly disturbed at the same time.
“Could you please tell your friends that we just wish to talk?” he asked.
She did not respond, and the android kept observing her, not saying a word. He could literally see her body temperature rising, and both her breathing and cardiac rhythm increasing. She was either scared, or about to attack him.
“STOP! STOP NOW!” the orange and the purple mare yelled simultaneously.
The assault on Atlas ceased. The pink mare promptly hopped off of him and onto the ground, followed by a dizzy lizard and a similarly dizzy white mare with a ruffled purple mane. The pink mare shot an inquisitive look at Atlas, which he replied to with an annoyed grunt.
Torres stopped mid-flight as the mare chasing her came to a halt. The mare gave Torres an angry look as they both descended back onto the ground, and in return, Torres folded both of her arms and huffed, holding her chin up.
The yellow pegasus broke away from Mac’s stare and nervously backed away from him, hiding her face behind her mane and muttering under her breath while the android simply continued to stare at her.
Twilight closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself down. She then opened them and allowed herself a moment to get a good look at the creature that stood before her. Its bright orange eye swept across Twilight and her friends, and was soon joined by its two companions who walked over and stood next to it, flanking it on each side.
She wondered if her friends’ actions had made them angry, and the thought alone sent a shiver crawling down her spine as her mind shuffled through several of the possible outcomes.
The big one had summoned some sort of spell that hurled Rainbow Dash away with little to no effort on its part, seemingly without even noticing the attempted attack against it. At least it had made no real effort to fight against Pinkie, Rarity and Spike, instead opting to groan and stay still after trying to shake them off.
The more slender one had taken flight to avoid Rainbow Dash, using a rather interesting method: fire, blue fire, and it moved through the air with no problem, nay, gracefully even.
The silver one with the blue eyes was arguably the most disturbing one; it had gotten caught up in Fluttershy’s stare, yet had remained completely unfazed by it, even going as far as to ask her questions such as “Are you okay?”. Another odd trait was its voice: it was unnatural, at least by Equestrian standards. Perhaps it was a trait of its race.
Twilight gulped. “Please ehm... excuse my friends here.” She felt a shiver run down her spine again as the eyes of the creatures locked onto her. “They must have thought you were trying to... hurt us,” she finished with a bashful grin and a giggle, and was relieved as the bigger creature nodded at her.
“Alright... alright.” She took in a deep breath, “You want to talk, that’s fine, but who are you? Or rather, what are you? And most importantly, why are you here?” she asked, managing to maintain a degree of composure despite feeling utterly terrified on the inside. Upon hearing her questions, the bigger creature looked up and took a deep breath before returning its attention to her.
“We’re travelers,” it said, through no visible mouth, its voice definitely male. “Travelers from far away, and we happened to stumble upon your land. We really don’t mean to do any harm. In fact, we were just looking to strike up a conversation, you know, for the whole cultural exchange and such, but nobody in your village seemed really enthusiastic about it. They just seemed to be downright scared instead. Though honestly, we kind of expected that one. Anyways, Apple Bloom and her friends were brave enough to walk up to us.”
Applejack scowled slightly and looked at Apple Bloom, who gave her an apologetic smile.
The creature continued, “She told us about a ‘Twilight Sparkle’? Supposedly she’s a leader figure of sorts, is well informed, and is very close with this ‘Princess’ of yours.”
Twilight beamed up, “O-oh, that’s me!” She thought back to the mention of a cultural exchange, and considered all the possibilities. “I-I guess I can spare some time....”
“But Twilight...” said Pinkie.
The unicorn mare turned around to see the rest of her friends looking at her disapprovingly. She was not about to leave them, no, but she could not dismiss the travelers, either.
“What if... can we take them to the barn with us?” she asked.
Applejack shrugged, “Ehm... sure, s’long as they don’t cause any trouble.”
“Wait! We don’t have enough cake! Especially for that big one, he must eat tons!” said Pinkie Pie, causing the slim, faceless creature to snicker.
Twilight raised an eyebrow at the pink mare, and then looked back at the creatures, gulping.
“Uhm, you eat cake... right?” Twilight asked.
The large creature nodded. “Yes. I know what you’re thinking, and no, though we are omnivorous, we won’t eat you or anything like that. Cake sounds nice.” Upon hearing this, the crowd of ponies gave out several relaxed sighs. He then shrugged. “Well, lead on.”
The whole group began to walk through the dirt road leading to the barn, but after a few seconds they were abruptly stopped by Twilight.
“Oh! Wait, we never really gave you our names. Well, as you already know, I’m Twilight Sparkle, the town’s librarian.” She beamed up at them.
“Name’s Applejack, nice to meet ya’. Me an’ my family run this here farm.” she said, tipping her hat.
“Rarity, my dear. Ponyville’s fashionista.” She struck a fashionable pose, which did not exactly cause the desired effect due to her mane being in a rather deplorable state, thanks to the big creature.
Pinkie began to hop around the trio of travelers, “I’m Pinkie Pie! Ponyville’s super-duper-most-awesome-party-pony!”
“I’m Flutters...” Fluttershy’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she nervously hid behind her mane.
“She’s Fluttershy. She runs the animal shelter, and she’s... well, shy.” Twilight finished for her.
The travelers nodded as each of the mares voiced their names and occupation. The winged one had to stifle a laugh on several occasions.
Rainbow Dash leaped off of the ground and flew a couple times around the group, then stopped and hovered face to face with the bigger creature, smirking.
“I’m Rainbow Dash!” She switched positions, now directly in front of the winged one, “The fastest flier in all of Equestria!” She placed extra emphasis on ‘Fastest’ and ‘All’.
The slim creature chuckled, “You can call me ‘Torres’.” It, possibly a she as hinted by the tone of its voice, folded its forelegs. “And I think you’re in for a treat,” it retorted, adding an undisguised pinch of smugness to its statement, causing Rainbow to glare defiantly at it. The rest of the mares and fillies rolled their eyes; she was just being Rainbow Dash, after all. Scootaloo, though, was too busy gaping at the two.
“You may refer to me as ‘Mac’,” the silver one said, causing all of the mares’ eyes to turn to it, and Applejack to lift an eyebrow. She chuckled softly at the coincidence.
“And I’m Atlas,” the big one said, “Nice to meet you too.”
“Okay then! Let’s get going!” Twilight said, her voice filled with excitement.
The group got moving again, heading towards the barn. Twilight walked next to Atlas, careful not to get too close to him. “Hey, ehm... Could we maybe start that cultural exchange right now?” she asked sheepishly, fighting hard to contain her inner scholar. She really wished she had a quill and a roll of paper right at that moment.
Atlas chuckled, “Sure, ask away.”
“Okay.” She quickly went through her mental list of questions, and finally settled for what she thought was the best one to set a starting point with.
“Where do you come from? We haven’t ever seen your kind around here!” she said, letting some excitement slip into her voice.
The bedroom of the Princess of the Night had always been a reflection of her eccentric personality. Dark blue walls lit by candles that shone with a similar glow, a product of the magic, Luna’s magic, that kept them lit. The ceiling was painted with the darkest of blacks, so dark in fact that it seemed to absorb the light around it. Encrusted on this ceiling were dozens, maybe hundreds of tiny spots that, contrary to the rest of the room, shone with the brightest of whites, providing most of the illumination and resembling the night’s sky.
Her chambers were always kept tidy and neat. However, that was not the case at the moment. The room was littered with scrolls and tomes of all kinds, covering up a significant portion of the polished obsidian floor. In the middle of the bedroom was a circular bed, with a blue Alicorn sprawled on top of it.
She remained motionless for a few more minutes, the only sign that she was alive being the steady rise and fall of her chest.
With a disgruntled groan, the Princess got off of the bed and made her way over to a nearby desk, head hanging low. On the desk were several books, ranging from ancient legends, prophecies and the likes, to even the most modern fairy tales of Equestrian society. Some of the books were so big and ancient, that they could have easily been as old as the Princess herself, perhaps even older. Right on that desk were books that contained information long forgotten by Equestria, books that were usually kept inside of vaults for tens or hundreds of years.
Even so, no mention of ‘USS Vector’ could be found except for a book that depicted a ‘Vector’ as some sort of mathematical concept, but that was hardly relevant concerning the situation at hoof.
She sat down in front of the desk, levitating all of the books into an orderly pile. She then began to do the same with several sketches and photos, all of them showcasing several skeletons, all of them lying on medical tables, and all of them from the same type of unknown creature.
Sighing, she summoned her magic to pull open the drapes on the wall adjacent to her desk, and looked out through a window that was shaped like a crescent moon.
Canterlot was supposed to be bathed by the afternoon’s sunlight, except that ‘Vector’ happened to be hovering right in front of the sun, making the city look dull and dark.
Luna took a deep breath, and her eyes shifted to a bipedal doll clad in a dinky suit of pink armor standing merrily on top of her desk. “And just a few weeks ago, I was living the normal life of a Princess...” She grabbed the doll with her forehooves. “Then all of a sudden, a thing crashes through a tower, and inside that thing I find the remains of... something, and a doll. Of course it had to be a doll...”
She looked at the doll, and it happily glanced back with its fixed eyes and smile. Her mind quickly flashed back to the image of the bloodied doll it originally was, causing her to flinch. She had spent three hours frantically brushing her teeth after realising she had actually carried it all the way over to Canterlot using them instead of her magic. She touched her lips with one of her hooves and flinched, as her gums were still sore.
“Why do you resist my magic...”
She scowled, channeling her magic around the doll. A blue aura enveloped it, and the doll slowly rose up in the air, reaching Luna’s eye-level before dropping back onto the desk.
She sighed, rubbing her head. The doll simply repelled magic, and even Luna had a bit of trouble keeping hold of it. She had it tested for incantations, and found none, so she was eventually forced to settle down and accept the fact that the doll was resistant to magic, for some reason.
Groaning, she levitated a few of the sketches and photos in front of her. She shuffled through them and picked one of the photos. It showed four skeletons lying on surgical tables. They belonged to the bipedal creatures Luna had seen three days earlier. Two of them were significantly bigger than the others, and each bone was incredibly hard. The next one was slightly smaller, with less bone density. The last one was much smaller, most likely an infant. At the end of their forelegs, they all had a claw-like appendage that, according to the palace’s doctors, most likely had soft tips, indicating that the skeletons belonged to the members of a highly dexterous species, similar to minotaurs.
But of course, she already knew most of that. After all, she had seen images of them from before they had died.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and placed the plush doll on the desk.
“Okay,” she sighed while levitating a quill and various pieces of paper. “Let’s do taxes.”
Twilight opened the door to the barn and trotted inside. Trailing behind her was Atlas and the rest of the group.
“I see... well, I had figured already that you had something to do with the ‘Vector’. So, it is like a city then?” she asked Atlas, who had to crouch through the barn’s doors, allowing the rest of the group to walk in.
“Not exactly....“ he responded.
A large table suited for several ponies stood in the middle of the barn, on top of it were seven dishes with half-eaten pieces of cake, and in the center, a large cake and various apple treats. The entire barn was covered in streamers, and a large banner hung from the ceiling.
“BEST FRIENDS FOREVER”
An awkward silence took over. The six mares and the single dragon walked over to the table and sat down on the wooden chairs that were placed next to it. Following suit were the three ‘Humans’, as they referred to themselves, and the Crusaders, who never seemed to stop giggling and exchanging whispers.
The silence was broken by a loud crash, and everypony turned to look at Atlas, who was sitting in what used to be a chair, and was now a pile of splinters under him.
Sitting on the other side of the table, Torres began snickering, and then broke out into laugh, followed by the Crusaders and Pinkie.
“Uhm... I’m sorry?” Atlas said.
“Oh don’t ya’ worry none,” Applejack waved a hoof dismissively. “It was gonna break sometime soon anyways.”
Twilight sat down next to him and perked up. “Sooo... what is the Vector, exactly?” she asked, barely able to contain her excitement.
He took his time to pull out some of the remains of the chair from under him before speaking up. “It’s...” he trailed off, looking at the ponies.
Torres groaned and folded her arms. “Just tell ‘em already!”
“Fine,” he sighed, and looked back at Twilight, “It’s a ship, the Vector’s a ship.” he said.
Instantly, the eyes of all the Ponies locked onto him, their expressions showing total confusion. Twilight tilted her head to the side, one of her eyebrows raising. “Like... an enormous airship?”
“Yeah, it’s not that kind of ship, it’s a spaceship.”
The Ponies grew even more confused, some of them even letting out a “Huh?” and leaning in closer, as if they were unsure of what they had just heard.
“We are here on behalf of an interstellar organisation called the ‘USC’, it stands for ‘United Systems and Colonies’. The Vector is a spaceship, think of it as a ship that, well, flies, able to go through space.”
“We,” he gestured to his friends. “are ‘Humans’, though the USC is home to many other species. We happened to stumble across your planet and, well, decided to drop by.”
The barn was taken over by a cold silence as the Ponies processed what they had just heard. Atlas and his companions exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next.
“So you come from... outside the Earth? How is that even possible?” Rainbow Dash asked, looking at them with wide eyes.
“Earth-...? I, uh, there’s a lot of things your race is yet to discover, it seems.” Torres said.
Twilight looked down and then up to Atlas. “I-I see... Let’s continue with the more simple questions, shall we? First off: how do you breathe? I don’t see a mouth or anything. Actually, do you breathe at all?”
“Huh? Oh...” Atlas tapped his face. “This is a faceplate, it’s part of our armor.” He looked at Torres.
“Masks off?” he asked her.
She gave him a nod. “Sure, masks off.”
Instantly, a stream of gas shot off from their heads, and they began to take off their so called faceplates.
The mares and the fillies prepared for the worst, bracing themselves for the alien eyes that were beyond the masks, the sharp fangs and the green, slimy skin.
Eyes, mouth, eyebrows... The Ponies breathed a sigh of relief, the Humans didn’t look all that alien, they were just... A little odd.
Their faces were not so different from the face of a Pony. They did not have fur covering their skin, except from their eyebrows. Their eyes were smaller compared to those of a Pony, but they had the same structure. They had a small bulge on the center of their face, which could only be assumed to be their nose.
Atlas’ features were more defined, as it would be expected from a male. His eyes were green, he had a stubble beard and a short-cropped mane, though most of it was hidden away by his helmet.
Torres, on the other hoof, had a much more feminine facial structure. Her skin was a bit darker than Atlas’, her eyes were brown, and she had a long mane that was held back in a pony tail.
“Heh, ya’ll don’t look so bad...” Applejack said.
The man chuckled, “Heh, thanks?”
Twilight perked up again. “O-Oh my... And you-” She began to squeal like a little filly out of excitement.
Atlas smiled, and opened his mouth to say something. He quickly closed it, and his gaze locked onto nowhere.
He nodded. “Yes sir.” he said, to no one in particular. “Understood.”
“Excuse me, but... who were you talking to?” Rarity asked.
Atlas looked up. “Huh? Oh, uh, no one, don’t worry about it. Say, Twilight... How close to the Princess are you?”
She beamed up at him. “Well I... I'm her personal protege...” She smiled, her face taking on a shade of crimson.
“Right,” he said. “Would you be so kind as to set us up for a meeting with your Princess? Do you have a way to contact her?”
Her smile intensified. “Yes! I mean, I-I... Let me ask her first!”
“Spike!” Twilight called, her eyes glistening.
Spike rushed to her side, and stood at attention.
“Go fetch my saddlebags!”
Luna sat quietly in front of her desk while she did some paperwork. A doll and a large stack of papers were lying on top of her desk. The Princess opened her mouth, and gave out a yawn that almost shook the roof. She allowed her head to rest on the desk and closed her eyes, letting the quill she was levitating fall onto the glossy surface of the wooden surface.
A loud knock on her chamber’s door snapped her out of her peace. “Who dares to interrupt our royal rest!” she thought.
“Princess Luna?” asked a gruff voice, most likely one of the guards.
“Yes?” she groaned.
“Princess Celestia requests your presence in her chambers. She said it is of utmost importance.”
Luna let out a deep sigh. “Alright, alright. I’ll be there soon.” The Princess stood up, stretching all of her limbs, some of her joints popping, and then slowly made her way over to the door, opening it with her magic.
Outside, she met one of Celestia’s guards. He was clad in shiny golden armor, and had a retractable lance strapped on his shoulder.
She began the walk through the castle’s hallways towards her sisters bedroom, the guard walking alongside her.
Midway through the hallways, Luna cast a glance through the multiple windows of the castle, some of which had not been replaced yet, ever since the floating contraption had made its appearance.
‘Vector’ still hadn’t moved a single inch. It was obscuring Celestia’s sun, which in turn highlighted its massive shape.
“Almost like an eclipse, really.” Luna thought. “It's just missing the moon...”
The Princess and the guard reached the door to Celestia’s room. Luna gingerly opened the door with her magic and trotted in, leaving the guard in the hallway.
Inside, Celestia was sitting on a cushion near her fireplace, sipping on a cup of tea. All around her were several stacks of papers, a few folders and some books. She looked over to where Luna was standing.
“Ah, Luna, I’m glad you came by. Take a seat, please.” she said, smiling.
Luna trotted over to the fireplace, and sat down on one of the many cushions. “The guard said it was of ‘Utmost Importance’ for me to come here. Did something happen?”
“Ah, yes.” Celestia levitated a scroll to her sister. “Please, read this.”
Luna took the scroll with her magic and unrolled it in front of herself.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I have discovered the mystery behind the ‘Vector’! It turns out it is actually a ship, a ‘Starship’, and it belongs to an interstellar organisation called ‘USC’, which stands for ‘United Systems and Colonies’.
Not too long ago, me and my friends were visited by three representatives of the ship. They refer to themselves as ‘Humans’, though according to them there are many more species within the ‘USC’. Can you believe it? They come from outside the planet! And they say that stars are actually other suns that are very far away!
So far they have been, for lack of a better term, nice, and have agreed to stay with us for the moment. I can’t wait to hear about their culture!
They have claimed that they want to schedule a meeting with you - Today, preferably. (According to them).
I wish I could explain more, but I don't think this scroll is big enough...
I’m so very sorry that I have to trouble you with this, especially in times like this. I understand If you cannot answer this letter right away.
Your Faithful Student,
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