Apr 16, 2021 6:22 AM
Demon Cam in the Space Silmarillion
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"Oh. Well, that doesn't help," Cam says. "I haven't even made you ships yet, though, when do you want those?"

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"If I hadn't said they were weaponizable you'd have no way to tell," he says, "all the articles are just about what an astonishing work of art they are and about how they could be used to restore light to the world. We have a lot cleared for the ships whenever you're ready."

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"Yes," says Cam, "and I appreciate that so much that I'm not going to rigorously check your ship designs for weaponizability. Now's fine."

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So they walk outside. One of Maitimo's brothers joins them with a handheld screen full of blueprints. Araman has just-tolerable atmosphere and is cold and windy and ugly. 

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Well, Cam doesn't want to breathe this crap, and the Elves shouldn't have to either. Air, nice air. He can do that while he looks over the blueprints.

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They are not obviously weaponizable. They have lots of things he hasn't seen before. 

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Well, this will not impede his ability to make as many of them as they want.

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They want a hundred. They fill up the empty space in front of them. Maitimo and his brother watch delightedly. "Thank you," Maitimo says fervently when Cam's done. "I'll get people moving, we can leave in two days."

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"You're welcome!"

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"And now you can give anyone else light-leap ships, too, am I right? Or would that not be much good since they wouldn't know how to fly them?"

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"I mean, I'm sure they could figure it out."

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"Oh, good." And then suddenly the smile vanishes from his face. There are a couple people walking across the grounds towards them. Two guards in the uniform Cam's already seen, and one man in distinctly different colors. Maitimo's brother sighs. 

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"Hm?"

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"We should go in," Maitimo says. "The air out here isn't very good for us."

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"Bullshit," says Cam.

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Findekano this is not the time. 

Forgive me for not taking your word for it, but last time I just wholeheartedly trusted you thirty thousand people ended up dead. 

Do you want a Silmaril in orbit around Valinor when we leave or not because this is how you get not and I can explain later why. 

How hard is 'I don't take your word as law anymore' to understand?

To Cam it just looks like they are glaring at each other. And then the newcomers arrive. "Cam," Maitimo says wearily, "this is my cousin Findekano. Findekano, Cam made the ships."

"I gathered that."

"I tried to find you with the full explanation but you weren't around so I gave it to Turukano."

"Same kind of full explanation you presumably gave Cam?"

"Cam can read the internet," he says, "I couldn't keep anything from him if I wanted to."

"It's a big internet."

"I started with everything about the war, seemed like a reasonable first priority. Findekano, the ships are yours. I'm not trying to-"

"What was the second priority?"

"Resurrection."

"Does that work?"

"No."

"Third priority?"

"We had not actually spent all that much time together."

Findekano glances between them. "Really."

"Jealous?" says Maitimo's brother bitingly.

And at that the two guards with Findekano actually have to stop him from lunging forward, and Maitimo turns with cold fury on his brother - "that was an insult to me and our guest."

"Didn't mean it as one."

"I'd take it as a personal favor if you'd constrain yourself to true insults about my cousin's character, there are certainly enough of them."

"That was out of line," Maitimo's brother says peaceably, "sorry."

"Let go of me," Findekano says, and the guards do.

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"If you'd like to produce supplementary reading recommendations I'll take them under advisement," Cam says.

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"Alqualonde," he says furiously. "Do a search."

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Cam makes a note of that. "Thank you."

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"I'd like you to leave," Maitimo says, "we're departing in two days and there's a lot to do, but I am not going to insist."

"Because it'd look bad?"

"Mostly. Care to at least make yourself helpful? Fuel's not a problem, food's not a problem, if we can satisfy Cam that the war is necessary weapons aren't a problem either."

"The war is absolutely necessary," Findekano says to Cam. "For what that's worth."

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"Well, unless I conclude this spat was staged that will be very reassuring," Cam says.

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Maitimo laughs, a little bitterly. "When are your people planning to depart?" he says.

Findekano shrugs. "Couple weeks, perhaps. We are in less of a hurry."

"Lovely. I will see you then."

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And they go back inside. Maitimo's brother parts ways with them. Maitimo is distractedly giving instructions over osanwe.

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Cam does a search on Alqualondë.

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