FIC: Shadow of History

Decided to completely re-write the first opening I started, since figured out how to get the descriptions in this time.

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“Now, you've got all our com addresses, right?” Aunt Razi asked Alinadar for the third time, as they stood in the busy shuttle boardinig area at Foxen Prime's primary highport, in orbit above the homeworld.

“Yes, Aunt Razi,” Ali repeated patiently. The younger foxen girl smiled at her aunt, so recently found. They shared the same fur pattern, primarily black with white paws and socks, and white running from chin to breast, though Razi's eyes were bright blue like Ali's brother, rather than Ali's own golden hue. Razi was even the same height as Ali, short for a Foxen, though with a late middle aged plumpness in comparison to Ali's compact athleticism.

“I won't let her out of my sight,” the Lady Sallivera Darktail reassured Razi, as she squeezed Ali's paw fondly. By comparison to the two other vixens, Lady Salli was tall and spare, her pelt dark brown, save for her thick, lustrous tail which was nearly black. She touched her cheek briefly below her good eye for emphasis. The other was covered with a dark blue eye patch that matched the midnight blue noblevixen dress she wore, hiding the gaping cybernetic socket whose eventual repair was the main reason for their return to Foxen Prime.

The other was to meet the rest of Ali's family, so recently discovered, after she'd been tracked down by her brother after a separation of some twenty years. Ali had already met with Razi and a gaggle of adults brought to Lady Salli's colony settlement back on Greenholme by Salli's sister-in-law, but there were many she'd not met yet, mostly younger cubs that couldn't make the trip.

“Well, all right then,” Aunt Razi said reluctantly. She gave Ali a brief hug. “Call us when you get settled in groundside, all right?”
“I will, I promise,” Ali said, brushing cheeks with her and stepping back. “Now get going. You don't want to miss your shuttle.”

“Yes, you're rght.” Razi stepped away, heading towards the dock where a shuttle waited to take her down to Foxen Prime's western continent, almost on the opposite side of the planet from Ali and Salli's destination.

Ali let a covert sigh of relief. “I thought she was going to take so long to say goodbye she going to miss her shuttle connection,” she confessed to Salli.

Salli smiled in understanding. “Can you blame her? She thought you were dead ever since your family was killed by Bloody Margo's pirate band twenty years ago. She's only had barely a month to talk to you since your brother Lu was able to find you.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. Though that had been a fine mixed up mess, with her Allied Worlds Patrol officer brother arresting the day of that unexpected reunion. “Well, there'll be plenty of time now.”

“Yes.” Salli gave another squeeze, and Ali smiled. She wasn't quite sure what she had done to earn the love of the elegant noblevixen, but she wasn't going to argue with her luck.

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Just thinking about seawasp's Grand Central Arena books.

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One of the background details is that some decades past a very ethically questionable genetic/social engineering project was begun by a group of intelligent yet remarkably clueless science fiction fans, trying to create Real World versions of classic characters from sci-fi and fantasy literature. Most of the end results were various levels of crazy by the time things broke down, but one of the more remarkable successes was Marc DuQuense, based off the classic supervillain from E.E. Smith's Skylark series.

Now most of the characters from the project seem to be from myth (like the Monkey King) or Golden Age sci-fi. Likely if only to avoid Ryk Spoor from treading on living author's copyrights. But if the Hyperion Project managers went a little further forward I can see one character they'd almost have to try and recreate....

Except I think their version of Miles Vorkosigan would likely be more even nuts than his fictional brother Mark...