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Earth - An Unexpected Meeting

Posted June 14, 2021, 4:20 p.m. by Civilian Seamus McKenzie (Future Citizen) (James Sinclair)

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Seamus looked at her and said “Jeg vet ikke hva du snakker om. Jeg kan ikke snakke norsk.” (I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t speak Norwegian.) and tucked the blankets in around her. “I’ll be right back, wife. Don’t run off, now.” and he kissed her cheek.

Comfortable, warm, and exhausted, Ragna smiled softly and mumbled, already mostly asleep, “Tjener deg rett hvis jeg gjorde det. Du liker å jage meg. (Serve you right if I did. You like chasing me.)” She thought it was funny. Aurora slinked up onto the bed and curled up next to her side.

He walked over to Cuyler and Oddvar. He held out a hand to each and said “In all the commotion, I never had the chance. Welcome. My home is yours. Whiskey is in the cupboard to the left of the sink. If ye need more, I’ll make a run ta the root cellar.”

Seamus

Cuyler and Oddvar shook his hand in turn. “Whiskey sounds like what we all need. Left of the sink. Be right back.” And Oddvar headed back towards the house, moving silently past where Ragna was already asleep. Cuyler looked Seamus over, out of concern and nothing else. Then he glanced across at Ragna. “How is she? I haven’t talked to her yet. I don’t trust myself to not loose my temper in front of her, and that will only rile her up.” He turned his gaze back to Seamus. Cuyler wasn’t overly expressive, except with his wife and children, and Seamus was his son now. “How are you? Ready to hunt the b@$√rd down and finish it?”
Ragna and Cuyler

“I would have finished already, and had some nice roses next season to boot, but Lady Tara stayed my hand. And while I don’t know what she has planned… I’ve promised I won’t put a finger to Argyle until told. And waiting for that is harder than with each passing minute.” He looked over at sleeping Ragna. “I trust my grandmother with my life.” and then he turned and looked at Cuyler. “And I don’t know how much weight this carries… but I trust her with Ragna’s as well.”

Seamus

“I can honestly say if I was you I’m not sure I could have stopped. But as your grandmother said you’d be in jail, and Ragna wouldn’t be far behind I think.” Cuyler nodded, “Quite a bit of weight. Your grandmother is a formidable woman. She’s been single handedly holding her clan together by sheer stubbornness for 20 years. She plans on manipulating Argyle into claiming reconciliation, and wants Michael and Revna here in time for it.” Cuyler looked down at the communicator in his hand. “It will all be for naught if I can’t reach her.”

Oddvar walked out of the house, a huge grin on his face as he looked back before closing the door, shushed the fox that he startled and walked back over, two bottles and three cups in hand. Cuyler rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to ask what Oddvar had been up to. Oddvar poured and passed the whiskey around. “So you tell him he’s getting married again?”
Cuyler and Oddvar

Seamus blinked twice in shock, threw back the cup’s contents, then said “I’m… what… what.. I’m getting what?”

Seamus

Cuyler did the same, then poured them both another good measure. Oddvar chuckled, “Married, permanently attached, only one woman the rest of your life, combining two halves of the same soul…” Cuyler smacked him backhanded on the chest, “Oddvar, do shut up ya ruddy bear before you start quoting poetry.” Oddvar shrugged and sipped at the whiskey, then looked at the bottle curiously. “You make this? And has Ragna had it yet?”

Seamus nodded. “Aye, I did. If ye want to see the still, well, it’s family only so ya both can. And she had it in tea, not straight.” He looked back at her and his jaw clenched. “I’d ‘ave happily killed the bastard… you both know that, don’t you?” and then he looked at Cuyler and Oddvar, tears welling up but not falling.

“Ragna works the meadery with us. Helped me make what she calls honeyed whiskey. I’ll send a few bottles. But watch her, she’ll start tinkerin’ with it.” There was affection in Oddvar’s voice, teasing at Ragna’s expense, but gone was the earlier boisterous joviality. Cuyler gripped his shoulder and met his gaze. “We do.” There was nothing else that needed to be said. If Cuyler had thought for even the briefest of seconds that Seamus wouldn’t do what had to be done, he would have brought the entirety of the village to fight Seamus instead of letting him carry Ragna off. “And don’t you doubt that she knows it too. If she didn’t she’d be screaming for that blade of hers or at us to do it for her.” Culyer nodded towards Ragna, asleep on the make shift bed, “Instead she’s asleep because she knows.”

“Yes married,” Cuyler said after another bracing swallow of the whiskey. “Your gran is going to hold a very formal, very proper wedding, with all the important clans in attendance for you and Ragna, in a month. Apparently the ‘cousins’” Cuyler growled out the word, “won’t be able to resist making a scene. She’s hoping they will call for reconciliation the day before the wedding to stop her from having a whole host of Edmans to choose from.”
Cuyler

“Aye… anything to rub my or her nose in it, and they’ll do it fer certain. And if they can do it at my wedding? Oh, they’ll be on that like stink on s#!+.”

Seamus McKenzie

“So what can we do for you? Tara has this great scheme going, and though it’s not my instinctual reaction it’s a good plan and solves a lot of problems. But if it doesn’t work…that ba$&@#$ still needs to pay. You know this land better than anyone else in the clan, so Ragna told me. We have an entire clan of hulking Vikings to sneak over here, where do we put them until it’s time?”
Cuyler Edman

Seamus looked around and grinned. “Well, here of course. None a’ those soft-arsed bastards would make the trip out here, that’s fer damn sure. And while I dunnae like most of the modern world, a few things come in handy… like the transporter scrambler I turned on last night. Anyone trying to beam in ‘ere without permission first will end up anywhere between two and ten miles in any direction… including out ‘ta sea. And Tara, she put the word out that this area is off-limits. Anyone trying gets ta deal with me.” and he grinned… not a nice one.

Seamus McKenzie


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