Warre
Establishing Nation
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- Nick
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“Don't be confused, I'm not saying that they're not men and of the species of human, boyo. I'm saying that they're not Warreic. You can't be talking to these Singlish like that, if they ask you what a thing costs, you say nothing and give them it, or you tell them the sum in Luminata Notes, not in any slangs and by gods I've better not be hearing you saying 'Luach Cóir le haghaidh na mBó' to any of them, there's nothing that'll confuse them more than that; no matter if they've studied Gaelige here or in Eireann or back in their Wing Sing; they've not a chance at understanding what the words 'A Fair Value for a Cow' in the way we common people use it. Got me? Don't confuse them or make fun of them. They're our cousins -oh, cousins of sorts-, and they're our allies. One of the few peoples who we see as valuable allies.”
“So no callin' them squints, ser?”
“Of course no callin' them squints. They aren't dirty Germanise, or something of that sort. And they haven't ever done the Warres any wrong, or their peoples; so no need to call them any rude stereotypical names.”
“What about little mouse...?”
“Would ye call your little brother little mouse?”
“I do.”
“Well then you can call 'em that, lieutenant.”
“Aye, Ser.”
And so; the first members of the Seventh Warreic Rangers that were designated to meet the new group of Singlish Guard coming to train waited. Lieutenant Keiran O'Cathail and Major [Ser] Seanna Callaghan stood in wait at the secluded stretch of land approximately a fourth-Dabhach (2.046 M²; 5.3km²) from the nearest Warreic Army base which had an airstrip; the place where the Singlish were supposed to be landing. They stood in their dress Mahoganies, not in actual camouflage or anything else. Of course; they were going to be doing training with the Singlish, but they didn't need to turn into fatigues quite yet. They were in a fairly rural place by Warreic standards, so as the Singlish landed; surely they'd think they were in a primordial jungle. Did this many trees and unattended meadows really exist?
What was to come? Only the Fini and the seers might know; and neither group would tell. It could be good, it could be bad; but it'd be a learning experience, for sure.
“So no callin' them squints, ser?”
“Of course no callin' them squints. They aren't dirty Germanise, or something of that sort. And they haven't ever done the Warres any wrong, or their peoples; so no need to call them any rude stereotypical names.”
“What about little mouse...?”
“Would ye call your little brother little mouse?”
“I do.”
“Well then you can call 'em that, lieutenant.”
“Aye, Ser.”
And so; the first members of the Seventh Warreic Rangers that were designated to meet the new group of Singlish Guard coming to train waited. Lieutenant Keiran O'Cathail and Major [Ser] Seanna Callaghan stood in wait at the secluded stretch of land approximately a fourth-Dabhach (2.046 M²; 5.3km²) from the nearest Warreic Army base which had an airstrip; the place where the Singlish were supposed to be landing. They stood in their dress Mahoganies, not in actual camouflage or anything else. Of course; they were going to be doing training with the Singlish, but they didn't need to turn into fatigues quite yet. They were in a fairly rural place by Warreic standards, so as the Singlish landed; surely they'd think they were in a primordial jungle. Did this many trees and unattended meadows really exist?
What was to come? Only the Fini and the seers might know; and neither group would tell. It could be good, it could be bad; but it'd be a learning experience, for sure.