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I Like Big Boats and I Can Not Lie

“It’s never enough money, is it? From what I gather, Alliance has feet on the ground rounding up any Engineer worth a damn...sorry.” Jacy picked up one of the liquor bottles and sniffed it then made a face and corked it again. She poked around at the snacks and fought the urge to straighten and align the various piles of cards. “That’s why I’m pretending to be the engineer’s assistant with Dimitri posing as the engineer. He’s the big bearded man that looks like he could bench press a small horse or a….. Well he won’t speak a lick of English and they’ll assume I don’t know shit...sorry. They’ll assume I don’t know my way around an engine because I have a pair of tits….sorry.” Jacy hooked her fingers around the neckline of her blouse and gave them a jiggle. “The Alliance has a way of finding some sort of dirt on a person who is otherwise clean, so me and the ladies will just do a bit of distracting to keep them off the scent.” Jacy gave the nun a quick visual examination with an appreciative look on her face. She’d only seen her in the orange robes before, this was a nice look for Lyen. “You were in the orange robes of a godly order when you came onboard, yeah? You got a great figure, Lyen, shame to hide it under all that fabric. Say, I could help you with your blouse if you wanted to free up the girls? Might help if the Alliance doesn’t nip at my bits...er...bait.”
Gifts and Changes

Getting back to the ship, the kids scurried off to their rooms to sort through their loot. Gill was laughing as he recounted their escapades to his little sister and she was grinning from ear to ear as she emptied her satchel onto the bed. She handed over a body of spirits she had lifted from the cabin where they had been taken. Gill supposed it bonged to the owner of the fairground. Boy would he be pissed when he got back to find his employees ripped off, his daughter with a welt on her noggin and now an expensive looking bottle of spirits missing. He shook his head as he read the label on the bottle.

"New Jura Single Malt. I know where that can go." he placed the bottle on the side next to the Juke box. Someone had placed two bundles of clothes on the side, looked about the right size for Gill and Haddie. Strange how this bucket of bolt was starting to feel like home. He turned to say as much to Haddie and saw that she had fallen fast asleep.

Stepping over to stroke her hair and kiss her forehead he then grabbed the spirits and the Juke box and left the room. First he made his way to the common room and popped the Juke box on the table for everyone to enjoy. Fact was without Vas and Jacy they would never have got to keep it so it only seemed right. He then made his way up towards the flight deck and placed the bottle of Jura where it would be seen by the old man.

Gift giving done Gill decided to pop down to engineering and find out how things were with Devron. He couldn't wait to share his adventures with the man and also to find out how the conversation between he and Riley had gone. He stopped short when he saw a strange woman standing in his place.

"Who are you?" he asked, not unfriendly but suspicious, "Where is Devron?"
Innocent I swear!

*"For the record and future reference son, this is not how to properly keep an eye on things. This is the opposite of that. Looks like my business'll have to wait. Let's get La-Loyd back to the ship, and I'll find somethin' else for you to do."*

“I didn’t do nothing!” Vas said protesting his innocence in the small voice. “I just moved out of the way, they fell all on their own.” He tried to explain as he started to cart his charge back to the ship. “I was just getting ice for her face.” He said gesturing with the tip of his nose to Jacy.
Day 2: Taking care of business

Henry had been pleased someone at least liked his stew and after dishing some out for the nun, he'd opted to head for bed (gets us over the post that had been deleted). Morning came and he reviewed his good, packed up anything relevant in case his quarters were searched or scavenged while he was out, but left his alarm on (so he knows if someone has been in there at least).

He knew he could get out and back in an hour and would be thankful to leave Santo and start a new chapter. He had to be careful as he walked, he had so much on his mind. The nun worried him - if she'd had interactions with the Abbey before, he'd need a good excuse why they'd never met or at least why she'd never seen him. He knew the brethren there weren't fond of women, so it was possible she'd never been inside the Abbey's walls. The waif, Jacy was her name?, was exotic in a way and in one of previous lives he'd probably make a play to hit that. And then Riley... all woman in all the right ways...

He'd managed to pocket the 100p Riley had given him for the tablet, a fair amount she'd given for a Databook with either a preloaded library or some Datadiscs, but since he'd planned on a free tablet - which looked normal but had lots of hidden enhancements - he had coin to burn and didn't trust it around the crew.

He headed back to the ship with a load of food; a case of wine, 25 cans of assorted items, 2-3 meals worth of fresh food that would likely feed most of the folks on board, and four protein packs - standard fare that most were accustomed to eating. Hidden away he kept a Nutrient Bar - the dense bar could feed a whole family for a week, longer if they didn't like their kids that much.

(Too good of a quote from the show to not use)

He strolled up, boarded, ready to put the items in the galley and be ready when the ship was...
Home

Vas has made his own crash-landing crashing hard into his cot. He was out like a light in a heartbeat. It wasn’t long before he found himself bounced clear off the cot and upended onto the floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not your Captain speaking. On behalf of the Lunar Veil, I apologize for the unexpectedly harsh landing. If any of you sonsofbitches are still alive, I'd like to welcome you to Santos. You can prepare to deboard if you so choose. If any of you sonsofbitches are not alive, rest in peace, I will make sure you're cremated proper or left to rot on the planet if you have no objection. "

“Were on Santos …” Vas murmured to himself wide-eyed and stunned. He wasn’t sure if he forgot or wasn’t told but this seemed fresh news to the boy. The young punk felt an old twist in his chest, he had not stepped foot on his homeworld since the beginning of the war. For him, it might as well have been a lifetime ago. He still had faded idyllic memories of childhood on the picturesque planet.

He also remembered the smoke and rubble, the blood, bodies and endless cries before being snatch up.

He blinked shaking the memories away. Vas was still debating how felt being back home after eleven some odd years as he stiffly rolled back onto his cot. One thing was for sure. He really needed to get a light and a new pack of cigs. For now, he just needed a few more hours of shut eyes. Just a few. Besides … Santo was always at its best at night. That much he did remember.
Day 2 - T Minus 1 Hour - "Here's How it Is"

Dorian landed the tools onto the counter as he listened. Dillon was distraught…obviously he didn’t expect to be explaining the core issue of his humanity in such a fashion. Though his words came in jumbles, the reading of his heart was clear. This was truly the territory of a psychiatric. They had a companion aboard, but to push her therapies would be to break confidences with Jacy. He had to do what he could. For now, that was to explain the nature of things to Dillon.

“Ah asked yah that,” he began, “tah determine yah mindset. Now,yah need tah be clear on your options. Tha only drugs we have on board tah help yah fight organ rejection are what the both of you brought aboard. We got a respirator, but we’re not equipped with dialysis or any artificial bloodflow or filtration equipment. What that means, Dillon,” he said as he positioned himself between the exam table and the door, “is pretty simple. As long as you’re on your meds and things’re workin’, all good. “But,” Dorian laid his palms on the table at Dillon’s feet, “tha moment yah start throwin’ organs, Ah got no response other than tah fill yah with prophine and put yah down like mah favorite dog.”

“That man out there,” he continued, “can probably bring ya back…especially if he’s got ya in the right place. Me? Ah’m a basic sawbones,” Adler spoke plainly. “Ah can pull a bullet, stitch up cuts an’ set breaks…but teasin’ your body tah take back a heart it doesn’t want? Think hard on this. You want tah stay, Ah’ll make tha case. But be clear that this roll of the dice will more than like come up “snake eyes.”
I don’t tell you how to do your job... oh, wait, I do the sequel

“Okay.” Riley said, calmly. “Crew, you’re going to apologize to our passengers, and will keep in mind their fares go towards your shares. In addition, on behalf of my crew,” she said, eyeing each of the crew before looking to Lyen and Henry, “I personally apologize for any rowdy behavior on Day Ruttin’ One of our trip, Lyen. And Henry, you’ll do well to remember after Ezra, some of the crew will have seniority, so I’d probably start making friends sooner rather than later. Are we all good?” She didn’t care if they were or not, she held up her hand to stop any comments. “I don’t care who started it, I’m ending it.”
First test

“Great. You're hired. I got a compressor core down in the engine room could stand fixing in case we need to make a hasty exist. Appreciate you getting to work on that sooner rather than later. Thorne will fill you in on any details or answer any questions you got. And Thorne, get that deckhand to crate the rover, and tell ‘em to make sure the galley is stocked.” The Captain disappeared into the ship, likely to his quarters.

“That was Captain Keller, this is his ship. Riley Thorne, I fly it. I hope you are who and what you say you are. Welcome aboard the Lunar Veil.”

"No, I have no bounties or trouble with the law. Now, Compressor core, no problem. I do have a couple questions though.

First where do I get my 20 credit finders fee? After all, I did find myself.

Second, what kind of shape is this tug in? I like to know what exactly I'm getting myself into.

Third, besides the two of you, how many other crew members are there?"
I Spy ...

With deckhand set to running Vas himself got to work. While Gil may have not realized it Vas was in a way training him. Building him up a bit so he was less scrawny and didn’t have the endurance of a corpse. Also to keep him and his sister out of trouble. Serena seemed to have adjusted well though she still jumped and sqeaked around him. He had figured on a ship like the Skyhook she might have seen worse. Guess not. Besides, there was always something to do, tend, clean, check … it was a ship after all and she needed attention and care.

Vas was very attentive to her the Lunar Veils needs and it’s crew. Today it was Doc’s lair. The Medbay. Which oddly sees a lot of use! Thankfully so far with only one really serious event and a hell of a lot of minor ones! But that means the place was overdue for a top to bottom sterilization. With the his two half pints and mouse busy working at it it was then on Vas to get it done, honestly he would rather do it. It was Doc’s workspace so he wanted to be sure it was done right.

It was nothing short of a long pungently smelly process with tons of watered down bleach and piled of rags. Counter shelves cabinetry, counters, floors. Nooks and crannies galore needed deep attention and lots of spraying.

It was cleaning. Nothing exciting. It was work.

Vas yawned as it rounded the last of the shelf. His figer taking a bit more of a lazy wipe he felt a weird bump when his finger pass o the underside of one of the shelves. He wiped again … the bump was tacitly out of place. Obviously so. The smooth bottom and rhythm of his wipes were disrupted by it.

His brow furrowing in a mix of annoyance and curiosity revealed and little gray pill clinging to the underside. It was a familiar curious thing.

Vas frowned as un Crew Chief like thought rattled in his head. Her eyes narrowed slightly. The punk continued cleaning. He was not fond of the game, he knew many who were better and deadlier at it then he ver could be. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to play.

He liked the med bay being bugged even less.

The question was … why the med bay?
Galley Rats (Back on the El-Vee)

"Put her down right now you Gorram Yao nu!" Riley held on to the small child, and peered over her shoulder. *Two stowaways. Keller is going to be pissed*

The mouse had a rat friend, a friend pointing a gun in her direction.

"Kid, you steal passage on this ship, get caught red handed thieving, draw down on me and *I'm* the demon? Relax. I'll put her down." She turned around to face him, putting the girl down slowly, but held tight to Haddie's shoulders, Riley pressed her thumbs into the back of the girl's neck. "If you shoot me, I have a split second to sever her spine with one of my thumbs. You feel that?" Riley applied a little pressure to let Haddie know she wasn't bluffing . To the kid's credit, she didn't cry out, even though it was meant to be an 'attention getter.'

"Between us, I'd prefer not do that. I'm also the pilot, meaning you'll shoot the person who can fly and more importantly land this ship. Now I'm guessing you didn't think this through all that much, so here's what I propose. You put the gun down. You slide it with your foot over this way. I let her... it's a she, right? I let her go. I slug you in the face because let's be honest, you got it coming, and when we get to Persephone, we turn you out, we turn you in, I don't really care.

You do have other options. I'm not aiming to spell them out for you, but I assure you they all end up with one or both of you on this floor." She stared intensely at the boy. "You need a moment to weight out your choices? I'll give you 7 seconds to decide."
Leaving Notes (Day 6 - Early Morning)

Keller’s quarters more resembled a fraternity house than a room she might equate with a captain. The place was a shambles….a carpet of bottles and discarded clothing extended from the man’s bunk to the ladderway. Tables were upended….though, in retrospect, that disarray might have been created during their energetic coupling.

The only order to be seen was the man’s pornographic movie collection. From “Ass Pirates of the Outer Rim” to “Zebulon Longshaft and the Space Vixens,” Colton Keller left no doubt as to his alphabetizing skills.

The man himself lay….if face down on his knees and keister in the air could be considered “laying down”…on his bunk. He snored, releasing a puddle of drool to soak into the pillow case. The image of Colton Keller was entirely unflattering, but still, Kate smiled. By all rights, she should be hating herself this morning.

But during the whirlwind of their encounter, the captain achieved something that many men before him had failed. He’d made her laugh.

She scratched a note onto the plain white back of what looked to be a long unpaid invoice:

………………………………………….
*Good Morning Handsome Man!*

*Remember this:*

*1. You are the Captain.

2. Last night, you hired Short Stack (Marisol)

3. You promised to order Vas Jat to never touch Short Stack again.*

*You were FANTASTIC!!!*

*Your devoted Firecracker (Yeva) xoxo*
…………………………………………………

After hanging the note on his hatchway ladder, she dropped to one knee by the sleeping Captain. Kate smiled as she applied a thick coating of lipstick, before transferring it to the sleeping man’s cheek. Then, inspiration struck, forming an evil, mischievous, beautiful smile upon her lips.

Kate reapplied the lipstick. This time, the cheek to which she bestowed her telltale kiss was not to be found on Keller’s face.

The bit of fun had Kate laughing to herself as she passed through the galley for coffee, and down to the infirmary, where she typically powered up equipment and reviewed the daily patient roster before grabbing her shower.

This morning, there was a note awaiting her:
...........................................
*Sister Lyen/Yeva,*

*Gone to town for some essentials, then escorting our new Companion on business. We’ll handle Gill’s treatment after we break atmo.*

*If you see Roose, try to schedule him for this afternoon.*

*Thanks,*

*D.*
....................................

*Pity,* she thought. *He won’t get to hear about Marisol. Well, at least I get to tell Lyen,* Kate mused as she headed toward the cargo bay for her shower kit.
The Globe Trotters

**The Globe Trotters** is a 1926 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. Our heroes go on a round-the-world trek. Everybody is watching the theater. This title of the theater is, "The Start Off the Big Trip". He going to Alaska, Switzerland, Bulgaria, Venice, Italy, and New York City, NY.

## Gallery (Short Films Syndicate)

This title card by Inkwell Images from 2005.
When Hell Freezes Over

**When Hell Freezes Over** is a 1926 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. This Mutt and Jeff cartoon was directed by Charley Bowers. It shows his typical care, both in the drawings of the characters and a surprisingly elaborate back ground. Mutt and Jeff are out looking for fire wood during a cold snap; the Devil appears and takes them to the Hot Place, where they are put in charge of making sure that the last fire there doesn’t go out. Their job is complicated by the imps and demons, as well as the fire insisting on wandering around.
Domestic Difficulties

**Domestic Difficulties** is a 1916 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon. When Mrs. Mutt goes out for the evening, Mutt and Jeff arrange a visit to the local bar. Inside an apartment, Mutt is sitting down, strumming a banjo. Momentarily Mutt's wife comes to the scene. She tells Mutt she is going out, and that she tells him to stay home. Mutt seems to give his word on the matter. But Mutt phone calls his friend Jeff, and says they'll go to a bar once his wife leaves. Mutt then goes to bed, pretending to sleep. The wife checks in the bedroom and exits. With the wife apparently gone, Mutt comes out of a bedroom window, and climbs down a pipe on a wall where Jeff is waiting. Jeff suddenly spots the wife coming back, and therefore tells Mutt to return to the bedroom. Mutt is able to get back in bed on time to be seen by her there. When the wife resumes to her outing. Mutt climbs down the pipe again, and walks away with Jeff. Little do the two men know that as they walk further away from the apartment, the wife surprisingly returns shortly.

Mutt and Jeff enter their intended bar. A few hours past midnight, they head to a park where they are supposed to part ways but just decide to sit down and relax. And because they are both intoxicated, they even see the park spinning around them.

Mutt and Jeff finally return to Mutt's apartment. Inside the building, Mutt's wife is sitting down irritated, and holding a rolling pin. Mutt attempts to climb up the pipe but his intoxication makes it very difficult, prompting him to just use the door. But before he could proceed, Mutt is unsure how his wife would greet him. He then tells Jeff to see if she is asleep. Jeff enters the apartment, and goes towards Mutt's room. Jeff knocks and opens the door, only to be pounded and knocked down by a rolling pin. Jeff, slightly annoyed, heads to the outside. And upon going out, Jeff lies to Mutt, saying the wife is fast asleep. As Mutt enters the apartment, the scene remains on the outside where Jeff is standing. Moments later, loud noises break out from the building, implying Mutt is taking a bad beating from the wife. When the noises end, Jeff considers to leave. Suddenly, a bruised Mutt gets thrown out of a window, along with some bricks, which all fall on Jeff.
Fireman Save My Child

**Fireman Save My Child** is a 1919 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Fox Film Corporation. Mutt and Jeff own and operate their own firehouse. Mutt believes where there's smoke, there's fire, which gets them into an early scrape. But they are called to an actual fire of a several storied residential building. A frantic woman asks them to save her baby who is located on the top floor of the burning building. Their first problem is how to get up to the top floor, which Jeff inadvertently figures out how to do. But other distractions plus trying to find the baby through the thick smoke may be obstacles in achieving their mission. But something that the woman doesn't tell them may be the biggest hurdle.
All Punks Read Romance (Day 1, Late Afternoon)

Vas padded behind the lieutenant, prepared to get an earful about his “walk” with Gil. It was also likely Riley was probably looking for a sitrep on Elle.

“Door.” She said by way of greeting, indicating he should close it behind him.

Vas turned to close the door and waited for her to indicated what she needed.

“How’s the new deck?” She asked, first and foremost.

“Bad concussion. Doc said to give her the day to recover, she’ll be reevaluated and mostly likely cleared for duty tomorrow morning.” He answered crisply.

“She say anything helpful as to who it might be?” she asked, just as sharply.

“No, she doesn’t remember anything.” Vas said with a sigh.

“Valari seems to think Edwards knows. She say anything to you?” The pilot asked, raising an eyebrow.

Vas though long and hard. “No. But she has been … scarce.” He noted.

“I've been enjoying the quiet.” Riley quipped back. “Let me know what you find out. And get these Gorram books out of my space before people mistake them for mine. Oh, except that one. That one can stay. *Valari’s*reading it.”

Vas went red around the ears. “Y-y-es Lieutenant.” The young punk stammered gathering the rouge books. “Why would he pick that one it’s not even that good …” Vas muttered as he walked at a near run to squirrel away his books.

“He needs to find out if Chao and An Lam are meant to -- just leave it.” She replied.

Next on his to-do list …. Serena.
B2H

8. At the locations of Maputo and Durban, respectively. The Arabs didn't get this far in OTL, but in my opinion it's plausible that they would reach Natal given the greater southward push of the Submission Timeline. The Bantu were already there, and there'd be goods worth trading for -- iron and gold, at the very least. This means that large-scale organized political units will arise earlier; an equivalent of the Zulu empire is unlikely, but there might be something similar to OTL's Swazi kingdom. By the time the European Submissives begin settling the Cape in the late fourth or early fifth century, there might be some medium-sized kingdoms blocking their expansion to the immediate north.

Return to The Journey South.
A Kick for Cinderella

**A Kick for Cinderella** is a 1925 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Film Distributors, Limited. Augustus J. Mutt is a madcap retelling of the old Cinderella story in which Jeff, not permitted to go the Charleston exhibition lead by Mutt, ends up getting his wish granted. He out-dances Mutt at the exhibition, infuriating his friend. Jeff sits next to the fireplace reading Cinderella. Mutt goes to the dance hall to show off his moves, leaving Jeff behind to tend to the fireplaces. Jeff cries because he wants to dance, too. A fairy godmother appears and transforms Jeff into a dapper gentleman. She gives him special shoes that allow him to out-dance anything. Before leaving, she warns Jeff that at midnight, all the magic will be undone. Jeff dances so well that Mutt becomes jealous, but it's Jeff's turn to feel embarrassed when he loses track of time and the clock strikes twelve.
The Invisible Revenge

**The Invisible Revenge** is a 1926 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. A scientist discovers a special potion which can make any living creature invisible for half an hour, and hires Jeff as his assistant to try it out on various unsuspecting beings. But Mutt butts in, leaving Jeff to take a fitting revenge.
The Ventriloquist

**The Ventriloquist** is a 1921 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Fox Film Corporation. Mutt and Jeff cartoon 1920's together see a blind man begging. A smart woman passes and gives him money. They go in a sign shop and get a sign 'blind' and one pretends to be blind. They get some money but then they are sussed.
They still do not have enough money to visit a restaurant and see a gambling sign. Asking a policeman for directions they end up losing the money they have to him playing dice.

**Mutt** and Jeff pretend to be a ventriloquist and his dummy.
Jeff's Toothache

**Jeff's Toothache** is the first 1916 silent animated Mutt and Jeff cartoon. Controlled by Celebrated Players. When Jeff gets badly hurts his tooth in his mouth. Meanwhile, Augustus J. Mutt check Mr. Jeff's mouth to take a closer look. In the mean time, Jeff went to the Dentist, the 2 Brothers waiting for Dr. Campbell, the Dentistry. Your Dentist appointment said, "Your Tooth is getting painful". So he pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled! POP! The tooth came in! Dr. Campbell wants to say, Thank you for all your help!
Dog Gone

**Dog Gone** is a 1926 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. Mutt has been selected to judge a dog show. As a scheme, he tells Jeff to participate, assuring the latter will come out the victor.

Later when the dog show is about to begin, Jeff puts on a dog suit before entering. At the contest, Mutt observes the other dogs. Mutt then approaches Jeff whom he momentarily declares the winner. This provoked great envy from the other dogs as they chase Jeff out of the scene. Mutt also runs to save his buddy.

Moments after being pursued, Jeff manages to lure the dogs into the container of a horse-drawn carriage. While he tries to get away, the carriage's driver catches and tosses him inside too.

The carriage arrives at a sausage plant. The driver then inserts the dogs through an opening on the plant's wall where they slide into a machine which turns them into sausages. Not wanting to share their fate, Jeff tries his best to avoid dropping in. After some trouble with a broom-wielding worker, Jeff partially falls into the machine. Fortunately, he is able to get off, and only his dog suit gets devoured. Meanwhile, Mutt eventually finds and enters the carriage. As a consequence, the driver, thinking there is one more dog left, obliviously passes Mutt into the machine. Mutt somehow gets stuck midway with legs sticking out. Jeff then pulls out his buddy, until they drop through the opening. When they are outside, Jeff notices Mutt's disfigured body, and laughs. Annoyed by this, Mutt pounds and knocks out Jeff.
Soda Jerks

**Soda Jerks** is a 1925 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. Three young ladies from a small down move to NYC for better jobs. What is amazing is the acceptance of sexual harassment in the workplace in 1925. In this silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon, Jeff puts some pep liquid instead of the usual syrup in the sodas that Mutt serves to the customers in the malt shop.
Where Am I?

**Where Am I?** is a 1925 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Film Distributors, Limited. Mr. A. Mutt is about Jeff getting a cooking pot stuck to his head. As Mutt feverishly tries to remove it, Jeff walks aimlessly into a construction sight. In one scene, believing that he has hit a staircase, Jeff begins to walk in mid-air on "invisible" stairs, defying the laws of gravity.
I2A

1. Although the Kingdom of Dublin controlled nearly all of Ireland and Wales, there were still fringe areas that had yet to be fully brought under control. These lands, peopled by the "Free Clans" or "Wild Irish" went about life much as they had before the coming of the Norse. They became a rallying point for people dispossessed from their homes due to political, religious or social upheavals. The Borderlands had been quiet at the Height of the Kingdom's power, but during the Seven Years War they began to again raid and attack the lands of the Marcher lords.

The Norse Lords who came to settle in this borderland where a hardy lot, and had much in common with their ancestors. Years of fighting with the clans had hardened them until they were some of the fiercest warriors in the House of Submission, if not all of Europe. However, the Seven Years War, and the subsequent conflicts so depleted this class, that within twenty years they finally ceased to exist for all intents and purposes.

Return to The Brothers War.
Ups And Downs

**Ups And Downs** is a 1926 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. Director Charley Bowers has the unlikely pair of Mutt and Jeff go mountain climbing, dealing with the cartoon laws of physics and various wild animals, including a mountain goat with more personality than their exhibit in their movies.
Revenge Is Sweet

**Revenge is Sweet** is a 1917 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Celebrated Players. Jeff has got undressed, hangs his trousers on chair and jumps over tail-board onto bed. **Mutt** enters and takes money from Jeff's wallet. Jeff is angry. **Mutt** walks off laughing. Jeff dreams that he dies. Angel pulls up on a comet at Jeff's chimney. Angel descends, and then ascends chimney followed by Jeff. Jeff gets on comet which is whisked off with lots of bangs and stars. Jeff circles higher and higher through clouds to Heaven. At the gate of heaven, he knocks. "Who's there?" "It's Jeff, St. Peter." St. Peter is actually **Mutt**. He doesn't want to enter Heaven if **Mutt** is there, so he dives down to Hell. 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here' is written on door. Little black devil appears and disappears, each time stabbing Jeff in the backside with his trident. Jeff turns round, but the devil has gone. After the third time, the devil stays. Jeff explains that he wants to go to Hell because **Mutt** is in Heaven. The door opens and **Mutt** as the Devil appears. Jeff runs, **Mutt** throws his trident after him. Jeff flies up to the Pearly Gates and bangs them shut as **Mutt** pursues him. **Mutt** and Jeff look at each other through the gate. **Mutt** leaves and Jeff smiles. **Mutt** reappears as St. Peter and tells Jeff to get his wings, halo and harp and to get busy. An angel hands Jeff a couple of badly-shaped halos which don't fit, before supplying one on a stick. Jeff fits this down the back of his nightshirt. He collects a pair of wings and has them fitted. Man conducts angels as they play instruments and tap their toes. Jeff plays the harp badly and breaks the strings. Conductor is angry. Jeff wishes for a mouth-organ and gets one brought to him by an angel. He plays it, conductor is angry, but the other angels are happy. Black angel dances. Conductor complains to St. Peter. St. Peter (**Mutt**) throws harp at Jeff's head. Jeff wakes up with a bump on his head; Mutt has been throwing boots at him because he has been snoring. He holds his head.
Help?

Aello saw Jacy was making a feeble attempt to get up or wheel away, sadly she looked mentally impaired as she desperately tried. However she was not too eager to drop her guard just yet if her friends were trigger happy as she could hear yelling down the corridor.

"Take it easy girl. You are under the early stage influence of some strong medicine. If you get up you will fall and hurt yourself. Let's just wait here for your friends and explain they don't need to come in shooting. My name is Aello and I am a Missionary-Medic and I have been traveling around to find people in need of enlightenment or first aid. When you attacked me I thought you were a pirate, but after seeing your high heels and doe eyed look I realized you are just a clumsy girl. If you were with pirates they would have had their way with you by now so I am sorry for the confusion. So please help me convince your friends not to shoot me.
Cramps

**Cramps** is a 1916 silent Mutt and Jeff Cartoon. Late at night, Jeff finds himself with an awful stomach cramp. His roommate, Mutt, immediately attempts to find a cure. When he finally finds a successful medicine and Jeff falls asleep, he cannot awaken him. Fearing the worst, Mutt heads back and tries to find another cure. Jeff meanwhile, finds himself awake and fit. His girlfriend calls and the two indulge in conversation. In the meantime, Mutt mixes up one of the remedies and soon finds himself blown of his apartment by nitroglycerin!
Frozen Rock

Bolak stepped into the cold with a quiet oath. He started to rub his arms to keep warm and flinched back as his sore hand flared up in pain. The nun had made a grand job of the dressing and had a bedside manner to match her tender skill.

The dwarf had encountered his fair share of religion on his travels but this had been his first encounter with a nun of the Order of the Interverse. From what he could recall they were normally a secluded and austere lot. Not the sort to be found on a vessel like the Veil that was for sure. He would have to take a look at the monastery next time the winds of trade brought him to Santos. Especially if they were all as pretty as that one.

He mooned over those eyes of hers and her voice, "What brought you to New Kasmir?" She had asked and his normally whit seemed escape him as he mumbled through the trading interests that had brought him to this frozen rock. Nevertheless he looked forward to their next appointment.

One good thing to come from the exchange was that he now felt reassured that the crew were not responsible for mistreating the child. They clearly cared for her and what ever damage had been done to her had most likely occurred before her arrival on the Veil. A puzzle for another day.

With a sullen glare for the snow Bolak began the slow trudge into town. Gods he hated snow.
C5C

3. Named for the Company director, incidentally. The King of Kings approves the Company Liaison, but he is chosen by and from the Council of Regional Governors, who are themselves elected by the leading Company merchants in every area after the death or retirement of their predecessor.

Company property may technically be held in the name of the king, but it's being run by and for merchants with big egos and bottom-line attitudes. They *aren't* going to want some ne'er-do-well royal nephew running their affairs -- this is *business*, by Christ United! They'll send their first-born sons off to fight under officers appointed by the king, but their *cash?*

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R1B

2. A very popular myth arose – and is still current among less-educated Spectrals to this day -- that the priests who choose the new Answerer will earn a portion of his punishment, which is why they choose the purest. However, this is contrary to Spectral teachings and is not accepted among the priesthood itself.

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B4D

4. This was foreshadowed in my post entitled "The Mourners," which everyone seems to have missed. :) Benjamin didn't encounter any Mourners in his travels, as the monastic settlements were all in the highlands of Rajputana rather than Gujarat, but he probably heard of them.

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B4B

2. Rabbinic Jews celebrate the New Year on the first day of Tishri. The Ananite New Year is the first of Nisan, and the first of Tishri is called Yom Teruah or the Day of Shouting. Many of the observances are the same -- for instance, the Ananite celebration includes the blowing of the *shofar* -- but the two religions consider each others' rituals heretical.

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Deputate of England

The **Deputate of England** was a Submissive state that occupied the southern area of the island of Britain. The Deputate was established in SE 86 by the Successor Hakon II. The first Deputy of England was Bjorn I, who had been Earl of Northumbria under the Successor Erik III. Bjorn was appointed directly by the Successor, and in the first phase of the Deputate the deputyship was an appointive office under the control of the Successor. After the fall of the Gormlings from the Succession the power to appoint the Deputy devolved to the Council of Nobles, an unofficial body made up of the nobility of the Deputate of England.

The Deputate of England reached the height of its power around the turn of the fifth century under the rule of Deputy Aethelred II, popularly known as Aethelred the Magnificent. After Aethelred's death in SE 417 the Council of Nobles chose a succession of weak deputies, culminating in the deputyship of Alfred II, who launched an ill-fated invasion of Scandinavia in SE 450. Following Alfred's signing of the Great Charter in 452, the Deputy became a figurehead, while the Deputate dissolved into a collection of petty states.

## List of Deputies of England

1. Bjorn I (86-101)
2. Ragnar I of England (101-17)
18. Edgar III (349-68)
19. Aethelred II (368-417)
20. Harold IV (418-22)
21. Ragnar of Bath (422-26)
22. Alfred I (426-35)
23. Alred II (435-53)
24. Alfred III (453-77)
I1B

2. In OTL the Irish showed an amazing ability to "gealicize" any invaders, they did it with the Norse, the Normans and, to some extent many of the English overlords who lived on the island. In the Submission Timeline much the same is occurring, but at a slower pace due to the heavier concentration of Norse in the cities as well as religious differences. This will be dealt with more in future instalments.

Higher birthrates are also nothing uncommon for underclass communities in such cases, which eventually leads them to be a majority in numbers but not in political power, never a good situation.

Furthermore, due to their being located upon the periphery of the realm, the Manorial system and the power of the King of Dublin is less in Scotland, Wales and Cornwall. This has led many Irish to flee the island and settle within cities in these lands, which have begun to firmly cement them into the Irish sphere of influence. This is less difficult in Scotland which, at this time, was just beginning to form a sense of Scottish nationhood, but is much more difficult in Wales. To get an idea of this, consider Scotland to be a county of Ireland on par with Ulster or Leinster, with a slightly varying culture due to dwindling Mourner communities in the Highlands, but growing Nordic settlements in the richer lowlands. Wales and Cornwall have substantial Irish minorities, and are Celtic, but are not Gaelic.

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Af2A

1. This isn't uncommon in Bantu societies. One indication of the status of queen mothers is their size and position in many African statues; queens are often portrayed as tiny figures sitting at the feet of the king, while the queen mother stands behind him and is larger than he is. The Reshemites are of mixed Bantu and Nilotic ancestry, but they have assimilated to Bantu custom in this respect.

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E3B

2. The English Holy Thing is, in theory, subservient to the Great Holy Thing in Trondheim, but in practice it often exerts greater influence on the day-to-day lives of those under its jurisdiction. In theory, too, all members of the Holy Thing had an equal voice. However, with the selection of Hakon Whitebeard as speaker for the Thing during the crisis of Aethelred's reign, established a new tradition. The Speaker of the Thing, or just Speaker, would gain in power during the Reformation until he became the religious leader of the Submissive English.

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Mandaeans

The **Mandaeans** are members of a minor Abrahamic religion that dates back at least to the turn of the seventh century BSE. Mandaeanism is a gnostic religion whose origins are contemporary with that of Christianity. The Mandaeans believe that John the Baptist was granted a true revelation by God, but that Jesus corrupted his teachings. The Mandaeans claim descent from Noah's son Aram.

According to their own sources, the Mandaeans fled Jerusalem after its destruction around 700 BSE and finally settled in southern Mesopotamia. After the collapse of Muslim rule in Yemen after the death of Muhammed in 90 BSE, the Yemenis adopted Mandaeanism. In the early centuries of the Standard Era Yemeni sailors and merchants spread Mandaeanism to East Africa and India.
B2A

1. Benjamin of Tudela is not a historical person, but I didn't pull his name out of a hat. In OTL, a Jewish traveler of the same name traveled through the East between 1160 and 1173, and wrote a diary of his travels through the Holy Land, Persia, Greece, Arabia and other countries. Some scholars believe that he may even have approached China, although it is more likely that the descriptions of China in his diaries are drawn from secondhand accounts.

Benjamin's namesake in the Submission universe obviously isn't the same person -- the historical Benjamin lived 150 years later, was a rabbi rather than a merchant, traveled to different places, and never adopted Karaism. A Tudela-born Jew in SE 190, however, is practically destined to wander, and IMO the name is a fitting one for a great Jewish traveler.

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Standard Era

The **Standard Era** (SE) (originally known as the Submission Era), is the common system for numbering years in the Submission Timeline. The Standard Era numbers years from the foundation of Submission by Ragnar the Prophet in the year 722 of the Christian Era, known as the Year Zero of the Standard Era. Thus, the death of the Byzantine Emperor Justinian I in 565 CE is known in the Submission Timeline as 207 BSE (before Standard Era), while the death of Ragnar the Prophet in 798 CE is known as SE 26.

The use of a Year Zero as the starting point of the Standard Era rather than a Year One as in the Christian Era, suggests that the Standard Era was established after the decimal system spread from India to the House of Submission, possibly as a result of the Reformation. It is not known which system for numbering years was used in the House of Submission before the establishment of the Standard Era, as there was no universal standard even among Christians.

*In OTL the Christian Era system for numbering years from the birth of Jesus was popularized by the Venerable Bede, an English monk who lived in the first century BSE.*
E1B

2. I figured if I could do one thing good for England, I'd keep the really cool names that it used to have. Aethelred, and so forth. My justification is that many people with such names would have become Submissive saints and therefore good names to name one's children and garner the support of the Saints and the Allfather. :)

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B5G

7. There are some indications that the early Maori maintained contact with Polynesia for a while, and that some canoes returned from whence they came. I'm postulating that, at the time of Benjamin's arrival, there is sporadic communication between the Maori and the Society Islands.

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I3A

1. Although some modern historians claim that the Flame of St. Brigid had its roots in Nestorian Christianity, this is not the case. St. Brigid was, in fact, a Christianized version of the Irish hearth goddess, Brigid, whose symbol was the burning of a fire. This fire was kept as a shrine and, when the Christians came, the shrine became a monastery.

In OTL the flame was extinguished in the sixteenth century by the Protestant followers of King Henry VIII during the Dissolution of the Monasteries.

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Af1A

1. In OTL, horses were successfully introduced to Zimbabwe by nineteenth-century European settlers. In addition, Namibia is home to several herds of wild horses descended from German cavalry horses, who have survived despite the presence of tsetse flies. Sub-Saharan Africa isn't a particularly horse-friendly environment, which is probably why there aren't any indigenous breeds, but imported horses have managed to survive there.

And before you ask about zebras, they aren't easily domesticable. The main problem with zebras is that they are unpredictably aggressive, and become more so as they grow older. It's also hard to breed zebras in captivity.

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The Big Swim

**The Big Swim** is a 1926 silent Mutt and Jeff cartoon by Short Films Syndicate. Mr. A Mutt has a surprise for you, The cork-lined bathing suit. Jeff attempting to swim the Atlantic Ocean in a cork-lined bathing suit. Mutt follows him in hot pursuit via motorboat. When they reach land, they are greeted by stereotypical depictions of Russian, Italian, Chinese, French, and German men. Believing that they have reached Europe, Mutt asks, "What part of Europe is this?" The Russian steps forward and says "This isn't Europe! This is Ellis Island!"
I3B

2. The legend of St. Patrick the Reborn is quite common in most of the Celtic lands, although under different names. In Wales the story is that of King Arthur, and even England, a heavily Germanic land, has its tales of "Good King Aethelred".

The general outline of the story is always the same: a hero of one stripe or another manages to come to power, either spiritually or politically, and then dies. However, upon his death it becomes known that he shall come again to free his people when they are most at need. The St. Patrick legends are unusual in that the stories do not revolve around the St. Patrick who converted the Irish to Christianity in the fourth century BSE. Instead they seem to involve a King Patrick who briefly united the island after the fall of the last High King and fought against the encroachments of the Norse for a period of ten years before falling in the Battle of the Dunboy.

The legendary King Patrick also had a following of warriors who fought for him, and in which many have seen the likeness of many of the old Celtic Gods, Michael of the Speak, for instance, seems a great deal like Lugh the Long Arm, and even Cuchullan makes an appearance in several of the stories, though his exploits were supposed to have occurred before Ireland was Christianized.

Many of the tales are a muddle of different mythologies and interpretations, and yet still hold a sway over the audience. The poetry is beautiful, especially when read in its Native Gaelic, and whatever the stories lack in coherence they make up in grabbing the imagination and heart.

Of course, as in all such legends, Patrick is struck down by one of his own men who has gone over to the side of the Submissives, and later kills himself out of shame. However, it is said that Patrick and his warriors were brought to a cave to sleep, where they will remain until a shepherd comes upon them and blows upon a great horn and frees them from their slumber. As it turned out, of course, the oppressions of Ragnar VII were not ended by the legendary warrior-saint, but by his contemporary namesake, Patrick O'Sullivan.

After the fall of the Kingdom of Dublin, the epics of the Return of St. Patrick Reborn would form the foundation for the literature of the future Kingdom of Ireland.

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B2G

7. I wanted to give the Submission Timeline at least one Islamic society, albeit a relatively out-of-the-way and minor one. The lasting influences of Islam in this timeline will be on East Africa, with a dominant strain similar to Sufism and incorporating a great deal of African physicality. It will also be interesting to see what happens when Submissive merchants come around the Cape and find the Comoros occupied by a religion whose name translates to "Submission" and has some eerie similarities to their own. Some identification of Ragnar the Prophet with Mohammed might occur on at least one side. JIE

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S4B

2. The Spectrals still believe they are part of the House of Submission. However, any chance of reconciliation with the orthodox Submissives is gone. To the Spectrals, this means that the orthodox must now suffer a hundred times punishment for their earthly transgressions in the Hall of Hel.

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