9 RNG: Texan In Another World - V1.9 - Rights (1/2)
Prince Troeg was preparing to exit the main hall to continue with his business, when Mike called out to him once more.
”Your Majesty, I need to speak with you about some similar matters soon. What should I be doing about the Linnaeus'?” Mike had a brief question before he was ready to leave, He had been delayed and unable to participate in the discussion.
It was approaching the evening, and the Sun would set in less than an hour.
”You should just stand ready at the lab to contain damage if they should come. You're becoming quite the Statesmen, We will talk more in the morning.”
Prince Troeg finished speaking and walked around the corner.
Mike held his breath just a moment longer and then heaved a huge sigh of relief. If Mike was somehow stripped of his right to control his own life, he would definitely rebel. But mike couldn't find a reason to rebel, He had become a slave himself to some degree. Even if he didn't have a contract he would never be allowed to change allegiances.
Mike raided the magic section at the castle again. While on his return trip to the lab, he finally found the girls. They had all hidden their seed packs in a special place that no one else could find or know about.
”This is our secret. People are already trying to kill me for those seeds, If they somehow manage to destroy or take everything in the Lab we can start over.” Mike was still a little out of breath and in some amount of pain.
”Mike? Are you okay?” Cara ran up to support him, she was quickly followed by the others and the helpful thought soon turned into a bickering match over who got to help him into the building.
”Knock it off!” Cara was moody.
The girls were getting out of hand, Cara had heard enough. Raising her voice to get them to stop was a matter of course.
Mike sat down without anyone's help, like Cara he had little interest in that behavior. It would never be discouraged, who was he to tell them how to act.
Believing in the basics of human rights didn't necessarily mean it should only be applied to humans, Mike wished he could remember any of that document. The best he could do was to picture the paper it was written on. Mike considered writing down some fundamental rights from Earth, but it all became complicated when some species could easily wipe out another. Mike himself was among the squishiest of species that he had seen around.
The Linnaeus', The Poocha, The Baste. Mike was sure that a great number of species were walking upright, It was evolution on a monumental level. Behaviors and certain physical traits would carry over into the next generation. Some species had evolved to a point where they had even lost the ability to reproduce, or even age. They would not die from natural causes but were highly frail in some respect.
Otera were a well known species of water breathing ocean tyrants, they had control of much of the waters between the lands. They were particularly nasty about their territory and would fly into a nightmarish rage that robbed them of their higher brain function. Their movements would become frenzied and undirected, even clashing out at their own from time to time. It was hard to find a way for 'rights' to fit in a category with something that behaved like that.
Mike placed his hand on the next book in his stack. The images of equations filled his view, He was seeing things being sucked into another place and occasionally getting stuck near an aperture
”Suction magic?” Mike spoke lightly then lifted his hand and pulled the spirit sense from the book. Picking it up, Mike noticed it had a cover that said Slick Magic.
Mike opened the cover and looked at the words printed. He put his hands on the side of the book and watched the watermarks turn to symbols. They were almost the same as the ones for a sticky magic. Grabbing the page to turn it, Mike could feel the pull of gravity crushing down on his hand. He withdrew it in a hurry and closed the cover again.
Fumbling with the book in his hand for a moment, March came up and asked what was wrong.
”I think I'm seeing things, Look over this book but don't open it. Tell me what you see.” Mike said softly.
Handing the book over to March, his hand connected and her inner ears showed a bright shade of red. Placing her hand on the book, March reviewed what she could see and find with Mike. He was right, there were some differences in the text and the spiritual connections to the books.
”I wonder what other spells I've missed out on.” Mike had an excited look on his face he just found another project.
Rissa came up and sat on Mike's lap for a moment. The white lab coat gave her a bit more allure than others because of her petite figure for her species. All the girls were just a bit taller than Mike, he had gotten use to the fact long ago.
”What's in the box?” Rissa said what everyone had on their minds.
Mike took a drink from his cup, kissed Rissa gently and sat her on the table. Getting up he brought the box out of storage and opened it up for the girls to see what was inside.
Making sure to speak before confusion set out, Mike started to explain.
”These are magic crystals, pour power into them and they direct beams out. I have a toy I've been having the blacksmith make. It will be a little bit longer before he gets back, but I guess there isn't much harm in telling you.” Mike pulled out some more drawings he had made and laid them out.
”This is called a Rifle.” Mike went through the mechanics of how they worked and what they did.
The discussion about Bows VS Rifles was of particular interest to the girls, they had used bows before and retrieving arrows was never a fun task. Sometimes climbing would result in falls and people would vanish. Rifles were different, On earth, except for perhaps the shells, retrieval of bullets was not even considered in most cases. Just the change in battle preparedness would revolutionize their approach to hunting.
”I want a Rifle.” Mona spoke up, she had been pretty quite since she had instigated an argument in front of him.
”I think its better If I work on the first one and if its doable I'll make more.” Mike needed a tool that he was familiar with, but bullets and black powder were not in the books he had read. Nothing existed that even came close.
When Mike came to that conclusion, he started to think about learning archery or advancing his magical power somehow to help give him a fighting chance if he found himself with a problem.
The Aerial Cavalry had swords, and Mike had considered learning from this worlds armies as well. The issue that came up with that thought, was that if he trained with the military of the kingdom directly, his swordsmanship would probably push him into battles and military service; Assuming he didn't die.
”Careful, don't let someone from California hearing that you want one.” Mike slipped and let his personal feelings leave into the world.
”Why?” Jodi asked.
After hearing about how Rifles didn't need to be reloaded as often, she was deeply interested in hearing more.
Mike, in all his frustration came up with a way to make it easier to understand.