Gabriel: His dad's in the military? May: Does he get to fly one of those really cool planes? I know Harley wanted to go up in one sometime.
Portia: No, ‘e commands a Star Destroyer. Pollon says ‘e fought in the Clone Wars, too. My dad was in the war too, but ‘e wasn’t a real soldier. ‘E just pickpocketed the dead volunteers an’ nicked bits of equipment from the clones an’ clankers. ‘E ‘ad tons o’ souvenirs until we ‘ad to sell most o’ them. ‘E’s still got a couple old blasters for robberies.
Aelsum took a sip from his mug of Root Beer as he watched the conversation unfolding before him. Aelsum: ah, this is good beer!
Portia: The Clone Wars? It should, unless you’ve been livin’ on an asteroid in the Unknown Regions. It only ‘appened two decades ago.
May: I've never heard of any Clone Wars. Maybe we haven't gone to that reality yet? Gabriel: It happened in this popular movie series. At least that answers a question I had on my mind. There are realities that reflect movies, games, and books from ours.
Truman: Well, before The Strike, political leaders were mostly reality game-show hosts. No loss there.
Aelsum: Hey May, outside of my own world, I'm also part of a group that can travel through space, time and dimensions. But that happens after my story concludes And Truman, the closest thing we have to politicians is the Central Computer mother, she operates everything on the behest of the horsemen. The politicians this world used to have are now wasp nests
May: You can do that, too? We had to give back the thing we used to travel between realities, so that's a no-go now. What kind of places do you like to go to?
Yep... well it happens after my story concludes. But we can go to various worlds and dimensions, including yours if we had the right combination. But we usually find ourselves in terrible fanfic. Lol
Stan: If you ever drop in on this reality, there's a guy I'd like to introduce to your wasps. Couple of guys actually. They're not politicians, but if you could bring a few that'd be great.
Aelsum: sorry, but the Wasps aren't mine! They belong to Horsemen Pestilence. Also, if I was somehow able to bring one, it would trigger the Apocalypse as it only takes one. You see, the wasps themselves are immortal, there's no way to kill them and it only takes one sting to implant you with dozens of eggs,. These eggs will hatch into larvae. They multiply at a rapid rate, crawling around on your insides, burrowing tunnels. However, you don't die, you gain immortality at the cost of your sanity as you beg for death. Then, when they reach the wasps stage of their development, they spread to other hosts. Repeating the process, with no way to stop them. So I don't think you want me bringing one of these little buggers to your world.
Stan: Well, I’ve been called a selfish bastard more than once but I’ve got no interest in triggering the apocalypse just to settle a few personal disputes. I’ve also been called a sadistic bastard, but I wouldn’t wish that shit on anyone. Except for... no, not even him. Jim: Who ya’ talking to? Stan: *closes laptop* uh... a Nigerian Prince. Needs my help, apparently. And my bank details.
Portia: I ‘ave two. My older sister Mona an’ my little brother Qualdo ‘o lives on the streets. My parents kicked ‘im out when ‘e was two.
May: I have an older brother named Arc! He taught me how to fight people and not get tricked by merchants.
Portia: I see ‘im as often as I can. We run into each other at Khojaw’s sometimes an’ ‘e lives in an old unfinished comms tower across town. Plus I go on walks ‘opin’ to pass ‘im on the street so I can give ‘im somethin’ from my plate. ‘E seems to get on well, but I worry about ‘im a lot. I don’t know what would ‘appen if the bucket’eads got ‘im.
Lanz Macker: Portia! Your brother has stolen a turkey leg from a fair maiden's plate. Hand him over yourself or I'll throw him to the bucket heads!
Noor: it's either the country or the bird, miss. I wager the latter, since few or even none of you could be from my world set. Speaking of which, Noor Shah. I'm a student at Thales, Schwertinsel. I am unaware of how much sense that makes to most, so I'll clarify further. I study a science that bends reality to human will, and will soon join an army to defend the human race.....until I can retire and open my own farm, that is. And don't look at my eyes, please.
