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==The Simidan Learn a Secret of Thick Blood==

Those who have contact with the meteors start to have visions. A Simidan (Alpha Gorrirog) starts having weird dreams. In his dreams he flies beside the spirit of Thick-Blood. "Little one of the strong. Why are you here?"

"I am asleep one moment, and here flying with you the next."

"You do not fear me? Even when it is my thunder that strikes down so many down below? Even when my small wings return with their blood?"

"I do not, for I am one of the strong. We will survive."

"Your bravery needs to be rewarded. I shall whisper to you the words you need to call down my thunder."

The Gorrirog awoke with the knowledge still stored in his mind. He tries to direct a strike on a sand dune in front of him... and sure enough, a lone seed struck the dune precisely.

Simidans now have the power to call down orbital bombardment, but only when Thick-Blood is overhead. Thick-blood's orbit is roughly five weeks.

With their new "magic", the hunting becomes more successful, and the tribe thrives on the plentiful meat.

A Shipwreck from the West

A ship made of Frilla bark and covered in metal armor has washed ashore to the west of Ry'lai territory. Its crew, a dozen Lem, survived, and has made a small camp.

The Lem had made a small stockade using the wood and metal from their ship, reinforced with rocks found nearby. VKB ambush forces try to flank and throw primitive grenades at them, but they bounce off the metal armor the Lem used. Noticing the fuse, the guard Lems quickly kicked it back towards where it came from, and two VKB were blown to bits. Even though their bombs turned out not to be duds, some VKB forces had to resort to rushing with spears and shovels. The Lem then produced a metallic cylinder from behind their barricade... and thunder sprang from it. Squads of VKB were annihilated, and survivors turn tail and ran.

Unbeknownst to them, the VKB had met the fury of Onokelshan technology... and survived. Surprisingly, the VKB, who's seen enough shit, don't think it's horrifying. It's just Tuesday.

Ry'lai joined the combat with their natural firebombs. The VKB burn and die, but the strange Lem are protected by their armor. The lem looked to the sky with their Thunder tubes but did not fire. They took a few of the corpses for themselves, and dragged the rest off into a pile well outside their camp. One of the Lem stood by the pile and heaped a crate from the wreck onto the shore.

These strange shining warriors had defeated most of the annoy orange koburrogs. In fact many had been engulfed in the fires but had not fallen. These outsiders scare the Ry'lai but their meager pickings (and curiosity) get the best of them. They float down and signal in blue and green, their colors of wondering and hunger.

The meeting with the stranger went well enough. It seemed to be able to gesture with its hands and nods of its head what it wanted, and in time the Ry'Lei understood its message.

They needed a ride, they wanted to travel, and they wanted to give the corpses to the tribe, opening the crate revealed a stockpile of dried frilla and frilla seeds.

While the tribe discussed what to do amongst themselves the Lem stripped the boat in an efficient manner, quickly breaking it down into its base components then packaged it for transport. They waited.

The Ry'lai scouts gesture to only have a few visitors. They do not know if Dakkon will be pleased but the food will be welcome at the home tree, this they know.

The Western Onokelshan Lem salute the creatures, but do not follow them. They spear a map into a corpse and leave for the inland. They drag their cargo but leave the food behind.