King Mac na Ceàrdaich-
"What are we all about huh?" he rubs his bearded chin for a moment
"We're a hard working, hard living, hard loving people. No one is wanting. We don't use currency either. Everyone is provided what they need and they can barter for what they want. Every man and woman has a job and a home. Everyone is part of the military at some point. Our schools are military academies and they enter at the age of five. They graduate at the age of twenty-two. During that time, they're educated, live in dormitories and learn careers as well as military training. Then from the age of twenty-two to the age of thirty they serve as active military and then retire unless they wish to stay in. If retired, they keep their military gear for they are considered militia at that point and must serve one weekend a month every month to keep fresh in their training. They're also responsible for the condition of their equipment. Everyone learns daggers, swords and spears as well as rifles, pistols and anti-armor weaponry as part of their life skills. You'll notice a blade and a sidearm on everyone from the age of ten and up here. We don't make use of bio-mechanical or cybernetic enhancements. Mainly because they've been outside of our scientific reach so far. We've got rudimentary robotics down and make use of robotic sentries quite a bit. Our navy is designed for ease of construction to save on materials and time as well as manpower. The ships layouts are also equally simple yet spacious and non-claustrophobic. They're fast, maneuverable and have as much firepower we can put on them. Very few of our ships are designed to be heavily armored, slower moving and taking a beating style. Our infantry could I suppose be all considered shocktroopers. Heavy armor, heavy weapons and they can take a beating as well as dish it out. We also make use of long range units, especially the Armored Core." he thinks for a moment
"machines of war that walk rather than slide or drive around. They have a crew of one to five and are masters of the battlefield. At least that's what they've been designed for since we'd never thought of encountering other species. So our thought process could be inaccurate. In life, we eat and drink a lot as it has always been. Our ancestors feasted as often as they could, so we do as well. Our Scotch, Bourbons, Whiskeys and Stouts will curl your toes and grow hair on your chest." he smiles and chuckles
When we were kidnapped and brought here, many of our people rebelled. They tried fighting the slavers but it was pointless. How can you fight against a monster with magical beams that make you disappear? Now we know that they were using a form of plasma disruptor technology. It literally tore you apart at a molecular level as it disintegrated you. Very painful, very fantastic looking when you're a primitive barbarian. We eventually stopped rebelling and that is when they put us in cryo-stasis." he looks away longingly.
"When we arrived and our captors woke us, we were greeted to the sight of of ruins and corpses within hours. Their world had been long dead. Their time to travel between galaxies was longer than they had expected and their people were dead already. Within a few years of arriving, our captors were dead. During that time, all we knew were the mines, fields and such. Back on our homeworld, we were farmers, soldiers and miners. So their taking us made sense. The mines here were tough. The minerals we were mining were to be used in starship construction. Of course, we had no idea then what the bloody hell that was but we know now what it was for. We also evolved tougher, stronger, healthier than what our homeland equals would have been like. The radiation in this system changed us at a genetic level. Our muscle mass is denser, our organs more efficient. We are Homo Sapien Superior as compared to Homo Sapien. Some of our people are even born Homo Sapien Supremus, what would be considered a perfect specimen of our genus." He looks at the guests eyes
"We're not a greedy or warmongering people. But we will fight when needed and we will do so with such zeal and fanaticism that I am sure many would consider us insane. But fighting is ingrained in our culture. A feast isn't considered a good feast without at least two or three brawls. Many quarrels are settled through dueling with swords. We're fighters, no doubt about it. But we're also lovers of nature and a good time. Oaths are taken seriously and many clans have been wiped out of extinction due to one or more of their members breaking oaths or being treacherous. If one of us gives our word, you can bloody well expect it to be adhered to."
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