Part 3
Several hundred years pass, in
which a number of minor races are encountered, usually on their own planets or
own star system, but a few which have ventured further afield in space.
And then the big shock, when a
Exclacol ship encounters…. Humans.
Real, genuine, actual humans.
The Egasuur Empire is old, and
decadent, and advanced in some things, but sufficiently insular as to be
opposed to anything new or experimental.
The next two hundred or so years
sees intermittent warfare until a Republic hospital ship is captured by the
Egasuuri, who parade their captives in their public plazas, and then begin
dying in droves of a mysterious fungal plague which does not affect the
Earthmen. Nor, of course, any other race
with them, but it was the ‘primitive and inferior geneseed’ who excited the
interest of the Egasuuri.
As it happens, some of the
scientists, notably chief surgeon Andrew Palling and senior surgeon, Fweblebl
Twelbw [Duwab], managed to run some DNA tests on the fauna and flora of the
Egasuur homeworld, and confirmed that, in the words of Ms Twelbw, Humans from
earth share more DNA in common with their pond weed than the Egasuuri do with
their most advanced animals.
The Egasuuri swallow their pride
and ask for help from their prisoners, and declare that if this is a biowarfare
weapon they have no choice but to surrender.
Dr. Palling calls for aid, and
doctors from the Republic rush to discover what is wrong before the Egasuuri
lose most of their population, since it has been taken by naval troops and
sight seers to other planets too. It
turns out to be athlete’s foot which is causing the hideous fungal disease, as
the Egasuuri have no fungi. Athlete’s
foot had never been eliminated as had the common cold and influenza had been;
it was never something anyone got around to.
The Emperor and all his immediate
heirs and successors having succumbed to ‘athlete’s everywhere’, as the human
doctors privately called the expression of the parasite, the Egasuur placed
themselves under the dominion of the Republic, being too shocked to do anything
else. As the Empress and her loud and
raucous daughters had insisted on poking at the prisoners and generally
tormenting them in any way they could, when displayed like pets in the throne
room, it was generally held by the Earth humans to be Karma.
Treaties are duly signed and the
Egasuuri become one with the Republic, giving a place for those who are more
adventurous than the norm. It may be
said that Earth humans, viewing extreme insularity with some scorn, refer to
those who want to carry on as far as possible in the same way as ‘Sackvilles’
and to the adventurous ones as ‘Bagginses’.
[The terms remain long after the original literature has been
forgotten, corrupted over time to
Sickvels and Bagens]
It transpires that a couple of
thousand years ago, the Egasuuri had something of a civil war, and most of those who were forward looking
left for pastures new, Coreward of the Empire.
They took with them the still little understood skill of what Earthmen
recognised from science-fiction as psionics.
The conservative Egasuuri wanted to suppress this skill, close the new
institutes investigating it, and kill anyone with the ability to use any aspect
of it as ‘abnormal’. The Empire doesn’t have a very good human rights record
for those born with disabilities, either.
As those who were investigating, and trying to increase their own talents
did not want to be killed, they felt they had no choice but to leave, and
instead of letting them, the Imperial government issued an edict that they were
to present themselves for internment. This
did not go down well, but the exodus was by no means bloodless. The Talented managed to get away by utilising
those people in whose presence computers stop working, normally a handicap in a
technological society, but a military asset at the time.
The Egasuur call the renegades
the Zarhazh, the warlocks.
They called themselves the
Drozhim, the talented.
The Earth Humans promptly went
back to the same book and dubbed them the Sarumans.
With the signing of treaties with
the Egasuur, the Duwab bureaucrats insisted that as both had their own dating
system this became obsolete, and that a new dating system was required, based
on the circadian rhythms of the average of the peoples in the Republic and on
the average year of a planet in the habitable zone. The new day was 25 hours long, and the year
was 350 days. Local time continued to be
observed as well on various planets, as it always had. Earth was required to lose a local day or so
each year, and two every four years, which became interyear holidays. In future
years, those leaving Earth for careers in space were to feel cheated by a lack
of interyear holiday…
The Duwab had been happy to
abandon the Hawraa system when they joined the Republic since the human
circadian rhythms were closer to their own, and now were delighted to
rationalise things. Being the superb administrators they are, the changeover
went smoothly, and year one of the Republic
of Minds was declared.
At some point in the future the
Drozhim are encountered, and they refuse to be absorbed or to make treaties
whilst the Egasuur are honoured members.
They just want to be left alone, but have a bad habit of trying to get
in their retaliation first, convinced that all outsiders either want to kill
them, or use their psionic skills for their own purposes. There are a number of border incidents and
clashes. The Drozhim remain uneasy neighbours with unknown talents, which
might, or might not be more advanced than a little bit of empathy and
dowsing. Suffice it to say that whatever
could not be determined was readily guessed at, and lurid fiction involving
Drozhim warlocks became popular, from mind-reading spies, to bodice rippers
involving Drozhim pashas whose mental powers held their female victims in
thrall. Thus, as always, the lowest
common denominator prevails in human literature, and Babie Wagonland became a
well known name in ‘romance’ barely short of soft porn.
This is the point at which Mr. Becher enters history, towards the
Drozhim borders, Republic year 1066.
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