#shoutcommand

Shout-Command: Wendy. How are things?

Far-Wend: So this is me keeping in touch like I said I would.

Shout-Command: It's been a while.

Far-Wend: What's up?

Shout-Command: The colony life. Children are growing up well. Their final names are Sky-Reach and Guide-Claw.

Far-Wend: Whoa! Congratulations!

Shout-Command: It's fairly clear Sky-Reach is going to go into space someday. He's learning all about technology. Guide-Claw is learning the wildlife well. My hunting-double and I remain happy.

Far-Wend: And Sides?

Shout-Command: Increasingly sad. I'm not sure what to do for her.

Far-Wend: That sucks.

Shout-Command: How have you been?

Far-Wend: Okay so I'm handmaiden now.

Shout-Command: Wendy, what does that actually mean?

Far-Wend: So I'm wearing a battle suit with claws larger than my body, standing on a space-ship that's bigger than Colony Only, where I am and will remain the second highest ranking person around.

Far-Wend: The space ship is the headquarters of an intergalactic shipping company, and will eventually be the headquarters of, I don't even know. Several massive companies probably. Home to thousands and thousands of people.

Far-Wend: My hunting double is going to eventually have thousands of children, and she already has like a thousand employees, and uh, yeah. I outrank all of them forever.

Far-Wend: On a local-galaxy scale I am uh.

Far-Wend: If you count me as being an extension of Petals' will, which, I mean, I am? I'm like uhhh.

Far-Wend: Technically among the 100 most powerful people in this galaxy?

Shout-Command: ... Wendy, I'm not even sure how to process that.

Far-Wend: I mean. That's not what's important. My hunting-double and I had a long, long talk last night, to make sure I knew what this was, and I do, and it's. Kind of great?

Far-Wend: This is like. On one hand, I'm her subordinate, like, her tool? On the other hand, I'm going to be the only person in the universe she'll actually fully trust. She's putting a lot of faith into me?

Far-Wend: I'm terrified. I'm going to have to be a better person than I've ever been, consistently, to keep up with her. I sure picked a hunting-double to run alongside!

Shout-Command: Far-Wend, I'm glad for you? I understand the words you're saying, but their reality is just so...

Far-Wend: Yeah. I'm actually really scared.

Shout-Command: Do you feel up for this chase?

Far-Wend: yeah. yeah i think so.

Shout-Command: Life is scary, Wendy. Being a mother is scary. Being committed to a hunting-double is scary. Being on this planet is scary. Things are hard. The more serious you take them, the more afraid you'll be. When you aren't blindcharging something without a care, you will be scared a lot.

Shout-Command: That's only because you have things that matter to you. It's a good scared.

Far-Wend: Wow you are still my awesome boss sister. Thanks Shouty.

Far-Wend: int.m98880.clickapalooza.spc/top-ten...with/

Shout-Command: Oh goodness, Wendy.

Shout-Command: You're a true disappointment to our species and to the beachcomb.

Shout-Command: Now our race is on a clickbait website...

Shout-Command: We'll simply never live this down.

Far-Wend: haha

Far-Wend: So like how have things been.

Far-Wend: We haven't gotten to talk much.

Shout-Command: I've been busy raising two chicks and working hard to keep our entire race fed.

Far-Wend: Jeez.

Far-Wend: Jeez.

Shout-Command: I'm not going to try and guilt you into feeling like you have to meet my stride on this. You said you're happy in space and I can respect that.

Far-Wend: Thanks

Far-Wend: Have you been keeping up along with Sides?

Shout-Command: She's been distant a real long time, but she's always been. You were the only one she ever opened her treasurecorpses to.

Far-Wend: She uh, confessed to me that she wants me back, and wants me to raise children with her.

Shout-Command: But you're too happy in space?

Far-Wend: I mean, kinda, but like, she wants like, a kind of relationship sisters shouldn't have. Like.

Far-Wend: If I were a guy, she'd want me to PUT the eggs in her, if you know what I mean.

Shout-Command: Are you falsecharging me?

Far-Wend: Don't say anything to her about it.

Far-Wend: I don't really know what to do I didn't know she felt like, THAT strongly about me.

Shout-Command: I'm going to newcharge and say you don't feel that strongly about her.

Far-Wend: I love her she's my sister she was my hunting-double but I never intended for the latter of the two to last forever.

Far-Wend: If things don't work out in space I could come back and be with her but not... not in the way she wants, you know? I'm not going to hump my sister.

Shout-Command: That seems a very reasonable thing to avoid.

Far-Wend: Just. I don't know how badly she's taking it?

Shout-Command: I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't disappear into a forest.

Far-Wend: Thanks.

Shout-Command: So how are things in space?

Far-Wend: Uhhh. I don't know. So my hunting-double is a an alien space princess twice my age who will someday become an immortal queen with thousands of children and probably own several planets?

Shout-Command: How do you even keep PACE with someone like that?

Far-Wend: Because she doesn't want to be a space queen and own planets...? I thought? I don't know anymore. I get the feeling she's up to things she's not telling me. I mean she told me she was and she told me to not look into it.

Shout-Command: That doesn't sound like a healthy doubleship, Wendy.

Far-Wend: I mean, it's not going to stay that. I mean, only I see it as a doubleship, you know? She sees me like one of her little sisters. She wants me to maybe be a handmaiden? Which is like, her bodyguard and agent and all this cool stuff? But it wouldn't be an equal relationship it'd be me taking orders.

Far-Wend: I'm not looking into what she's actually up to because she told me to and I guess it's to prove to her that I can do what she says with patience and trust?

Shout-Command: Wendy, not to seem like I don't trust you to make your own decisions, but that doesn't seem healthy. I'm half-expecting you to have bald spots now.

Far-Wend: I know... but she's an alien she doesn't have the same kind of anything that we do...

Far-Wend: She thinks I'm going to get unhappy and flake and I don't want that.

Shout-Command: Well, I've expressed my disapproval. Do you think you'll be unhappy?

Far-Wend: I kind of want to be the person she wants me to be. I looked up stuff about handmaidens and they're all basically amazing and clever and dangerous and 23rd doesn't let me make excuses for myself and I think if she's hiding anything she has good reasons. I think I trust her.

Shout-Command: Okay. I won't say anything else against it for now.

Shout-Command: I have to take the children to school.

Far-Wend: Salt lander smarts and beachcomb cleverness! The true heirs of our race.

Far-Wend: I'm really proud of you Shouty.

Shout-Command: And I know you'll give me a reason to be proud of you eventually Wendy.

Far-Wend: Haha ouch. See you Shouty.

Shout-Command: Keep in touch, Throat-Blood.

Far-Wend: look they attacked me first with like, space guns

Shout-Command: The news article said a whole gang attacked you!

Far-Wend: Yep and I totally killed them all.

Shout-Command: It said you only killed three.

Far-Wend: LOOK that's a pretty good ratio

Far-Wend: I'll be honest it lasted like ten seconds and I basically nearly died and it was a rush.

Far-Wend: And I spent like all day dealing with the legal fallout and the space station isn't happy but they accept that I was acting as an agent of our ship and defending myself and apparently crime and stuff is KIND OF an issue on that awful space city.

Far-Wend: I think mostly my just like, being totally stoked about pulling those kills off is what is making people spooked but like, c'mon.

Shout-Command: Just remember you're representing our entire species up there. Everything you do reflects on the rest of us.

Far-Wend: So you want the credit for my awesome gang rumble too huh?

Shout-Command: Just remember that space is a whole lot of difference species interacting precariously.

Far-Wend: you know what, no

Far-Wend: You can like, you usually know better than me but like, in this one field I've literally been in space for 5 years I don't care if you think you're smart talking to aliens who are hanging out pitying you I literally am dating an alien.

Far-Wend: If some races/cultures want to blow this up into a big deal they will and would no matter how I conduct myself or whatever. Like six thugs were following me because I didn't let them extort the ship's crew and I took a duck into an alley and they were the ones who decided to pull out guns and wave them around in the confrontation. Some space stations have serious crime problems, it happens. No one's surprised by it.

Far-Wend: I didn't like, chase them once they started to run and sure I went full on hunting-high but you know what, that's not just our culture our entire species gets that.

Far-Wend: Besides I'm not part of Colony Only. I literally legally belong to the ship. Anyone who tries to turn this on our species is a tabloid and they'd do this eventually no matter what.

Far-Wend: When we were children back on Earth we totally tossled with other beachcombs fighting is part of our culture. If you attack some weird alien you don't know anything about, with a weapon designed to kill, guess what, buttercup?

Far-Wend: If you try to kill someone you don't get the right to complain when they kill you back.

Far-Wend: Especially since I wasn't even using a weapon.

Far-Wend: I swear I was so sure I got tagged in the fight I seriously thought the hunting high would wear off and I'd look down and see like a missing arm or something.

Far-Wend: I am honestly shocked I am alive.

Far-Wend: No joke I was like 60% sure I was going into that alley and never coming back out.

Far-Wend: If some alien tabloid wants to come over and space-interview me and try to paint me as some horrible monster, you know what, no. I know how I come off but I can be professional okay I do this for a living I interact with aliens for a living.

Far-Wend: I got this.

Shout-Command: If you say so.

Shout-Command: ... also congrats on the kills.

Far-Wend: i'm sorry

Shout-Command: What happened to "Don't ever speak to me again?"

Far-Wend: i know, i'm trash

Far-Wend: if you have to beat me up first go ahead

Shout-Command: You're a disgusting space transient who turned on your species when it needed you the most to selfishly wander around space and accomplish nothing.

Shout-Command: You're a stupid, petty, trash-gargling idiot, buttercup.

Shout-Command: It's good to hear from you again.

Far-Wend: Side-Ambush sent me the photos of you and Cross-Check and the kids

Far-Wend: i won't pretend like i'm angry at anyone but myself

Far-Wend: I'm so glad for you

Shout-Command: Thank you.

Far-Wend: i'm proud of you for keeping closer to beachcomb traditions than i do

Far-Wend: i'm wearing a spacex space dress and you're all in bones

Far-Wend: i'm proud of you

Shout-Command: You should come home.

Far-Wend: I'm actually happy here

Shout-Command: Are you really?

Far-Wend: you know what

Far-Wend: i am

Far-Wend: I've walked on twelve planets besides the ones we've lived on

Far-Wend: I've hunted on eight of those with my bare claws in aliens whose entire millions of years of evolution had nothing to do with me and i killed them

Far-Wend: I've killed bizarre aliens twice my size and three times my weight

Far-Wend: I've eaten the cuisines of like thirty species and some of those were even toxic and i did it anyway and they were delicious

Far-Wend: I mean I've been to like three galaxies

Far-Wend: I've been to more space stations than I sincerely can remember

Far-Wend: I have friends from a dozen alien species

Far-Wend: And my girlfriend is a space princess

Shout-Command: Your what?

Far-Wend: Uh my hunting-double. Is an insect princess.

Shout-Command: You have an alien hunting-double? I don't think I understand...

Far-Wend: so like yeah no i really am the hypocrite for being angry at you for being with a salt lander who was too young to even be responsible for anything that happened to our species

Far-Wend: because i mean i seriously sometimes consider being her space handmaiden and helping her rule a galaxy or whatever

Shout-Command: Rule a galaxy? Are you joking?

Far-Wend: I'm really not

Far-Wend: i don't know if it's what i want but like

Far-Wend: yeah

Shout-Command: We really, really need to talk more.

of shout-command and her hunting-double cross-check

i mean

she’s still wearing beachcomb stuff and

she actually looks happy and

their children know how to kill and

Far-Wend: I'm here. Haven't heard from you in like, wow.

Far-Wend: Earth months.

Far-Wend: What's up who died?

Far-Wend: How did they die was there a lot of blood?

Shout-Command: No one's dead. It's the opposite.

Far-Wend: The dead are walking.

Shout-Command: No.

Shout-Command: I have children.

Far-Wend: Whaaaaaat.

Far-Wend: How what I mean.

Far-Wend: Congratulations?

Far-Wend: Do you have a hunting-double or like

Far-Wend: are they doing some creepy breeding program or

Shout-Command: I have a hunting-double.

Far-Wend: Wow I am way behind huh?

Far-Wend: Uh congratulations that's great?

Far-Wend: Who is he who are the kids JEEZ I'm an aunt now?

Shout-Command: Two children, a boy and a girl. Tentatively named Sky-Look and Ground-Look.

Far-Wend: Haha old enough to have names that aren't about what they look like huh.

Far-Wend: Uh. So.

Far-Wend: Shouty how long have they been around.

Shout-Command: They're nearly two years old now.

Far-Wend: Uh.

Far-Wend: Uh.

Far-Wend: I won't pretend like I'm not a little spurned.

Far-Wend: Why did you

Far-Wend: Why would you keep that from me

Far-Wend: I talk to Side-Ambush a bunch and she never mentioned

Far-Wend: Did you tell her not to

Shout-Command: Far-Wend, you abandoned us and Colony Only. You've been a stranger for years. I don't know how to talk to you anymore. I didn't know how to talk to you about this. I've been afraid of how you'd react.

Far-Wend: You're never afraid of anything.

Far-Wend: What is this really about.

Shout-Command: My hunting-double is a salt lander.

Far-Wend: no

Shout-Command: Are you still carrying this grudge.

Far-Wend: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DEGRADING YOURSELF

Far-Wend: LETTING SOME TRASH-EATING

Far-Wend: CLAW VIRGIN

Far-Wend: SALT LANDER

Far-Wend: BE YOUR "HUNTING-DOUBLE"

Far-Wend: DOES HE EVEN KNOW HOW TO HUNT

Far-Wend: HAS HE EVER KILLED ANYTHING IN HIS LIFE

Far-Wend: HOW IS HE RAISING MY COUSINS

Far-Wend: YOU'RE DESTROYING OUR CULTURE

Shout-Command: And you don't think your floating around in space isn't risking destroying our SPECIES?

Shout-Command: Our cultures have to COMBINE to become something NEW and VIABLE.

Shout-Command: Isn't that how you always say it is in space? Compromises?

Far-Wend: HE'S A SALT

Far-Wend: LANDER

Far-Wend: THEY'RE THE ONES WHO SENT US INTO SPACE, SHOUTY

Far-Wend: HAS HE EVEN KILLED ANYTHING IN HIS LIFE

Shout-Command: I'm sorry this upsets you, Far-Wend.

Shout-Command: But this was my choice.

Shout-Command: Just like you've chosen to abandon your entire race.

Shout-Command: Come home soon.

Far-Wend: dont contact me again

Far-Wend: dont ever speak to me again