/Dead-center a group of grand, smooth-material built structures, amongst swathes of fertile lands in a majestic honey-hole of a valley, the private-lands of the Venezulason sits…
Almost an entire town in it's own right, with the total-population of over three-thousand, only a little over a thousand of the population being direct-descendants of the Venezulason-bloodline, the rest being retainers of the military-clan.
Over a hundred households, with a little over a thousand members of the Venezulason-Clan, living on the lands of Venezulason-Clan's private-fief, the hereditary-ownership of the clan-fief is currently under the control of Paul Venezulason the current Patriarch of the clan./
/Location: Patriarch-Paul's Study/
/PovPaulVenzulason/
"Charles, I can smell the chaos my friend… It's lurking and forming it's strength, biding it's powers, stirring the airs… The Baroness is young, enemies will see that as a weakness… Gods, how I wish we were young again… I was just the Young-Master, of the clan… you were my personal-slave, I can remember when I became Patriarch… my first act was burning your slave-papers, freeing you from the bonds of slavery, making you my personal-advisor… If we were young still, we could just leave clan-affairs behind, lead the clan's private forces and demand the Baroness place us as the Vanguard, taking the war to the Jin-Kingdom for once instead of them landing on our soils, we would ravage their planets instead…" I say, till I run out of breath, causing me to enter one of my usual coughing fits…
"Here Young-Master, drink some herbal-tea… Times were simpler as a slave, now I have to clean up the messes your descendants create, until the day I do finally take my last breath… Speaking of your descendants, my informants tell me, Ezekiel registered for his militia-duty today, at the Town-Hall of Forest…" Replied, my second-in-command I named Charles Xavier, once I freed him from slavery, on my ascension to my Patriarchal position and title with my first personal act as Patriarch.
"Hmm, stubborn Venezulason-blood in that one, just like his father… Why not join the clan's private-forces and be exempted from the militia-duty, does he not see he is working for someone else… He should be working or fighting for the glory of our clan! Cough, cough, damn it all…" I was saying, until getting too worked or heated-up, causing me to need to drink more of this herbal-tea, that does indeed relieve the aches and pains of my sore old throat…
"I believe he wants to earn his own title of nobility, and the fief that would come with it… He has graduated at the top of his class, ranking at the very top, every year of his attendance at Warmoth's Institute of Knight-Armor Studies. Earning the school multiple scholastic and military-awards, in inter-academy competitions…" Charles said, replying to me bringing up a curious speculation, on the actions and possible intentions of my fifth-eldest grandson's only offspring…
/Back with our main-character who is currently speaking with the daughter, of the owners of a local grocery-store. Named Jannica Blighthur, a younger economics-college graduate, a twenty-two year old blonde and beautiful woman…/
/Location: Blighthur's Foods and Produce/
/PovMC/
"Yeah, the restaurant is just right around the corner actually, I do not believe I have ever seen you around before and I would remember a woman as beautiful as you…" I said, making small-talk with the daughter of the family who owns the nearest grocery-store or farmer's-market to my family's restaurant and residence…
"I have been studying economics in Oak-City, I recently received my degree and returned home. It is certainly nice to meet you Ezekiel, I will have to come try your cooking sometime… Maybe if it is to my taste, I will invite some of my friends to become your regular customers…" Jannica replied, making statements that sounded like music to my ears, with her young, soft, seductive voice… lulling my senses, trying to ensure control over my mind and my thoughts…
"I am sure I can whip-up something more than pleasant tasting for your taste-buds, I take much pride in my craft and expertise in the art of cooking and preparing meals…" I told the younger woman, a truly freshly-ripened specimen, long-legs, wide birth-giving hips, pretty smile, many of the qualities I like my women to possess… plus she has a degree in economics, so you know she could manage a household as the main or head-wife of the family…
"That sounds wonderful to me Ezekiel, I will see you around. All your groceries will be delivered to your residence within the hour, you will receive an alert on your communication-device, when our delivery-driver is on the way to your shipping address…" Jannica replied, informing me of how they handle their delivery service while telling me her farewells.
Whilst I left, headed off towards my next destination. A local recruiting center, where hopefully I can recruit the employees I need…
Generally, the two-year mandatory militia-duty begins with a three-month basic-training or boot-camp so to say.
It starts at the beginning of winter each year, it is just now turning from spring into summer, so I should have almost three entire months worth of time, to prepare for militia-duty.
Forest is not a very large town, walking is great exercise that's good for working every part of the body, so I decided to walk along the paths…
Watching different magnitational-levitation vehicles, or mag-lev vehicles for short, hovering or gliding through the air above my head passing over me, whilst I trudged towards the nearest recruitment-center…
I believe I will like this futuristic, sci-if world that I find myself in.
According to my memory, it is currently the four-thousand and thirty-eighth year of the Cosmic-Calendar, or the year 4'038C.C.
Before I can reach the recruitment-center, I notice a familiar face, on a gorgeous female body, walking right towards me after parking her neon-pink hover-car a little ways ahead of me on the side of the street…
"Ezekiel! I thought it was you! It's me Seraphine, Sera! I missed you so much!" The beautiful woman, introduced herself, revealing herself to be my vessel's childhood-sweetheart, who had grown into a voluptuous young woman, ripe at the perfect age of eighteen-years old…