Ja – original home world of the Zuul
Kal’Shin – the clan leader
K’lak – mercenary governing body of the Zuul
Kobo Ask’sha – formal greeting from Zuul to Zuul, usually after a long absence or in a more formal setting
Rei’Shin –the tactical/mercenary leader of a clan; non-mercenary clans will have a Rei’Shin focused on strategy and tactics for the clan, not mercenary contracts
Scent markers – the scent of every Zuul is definable and important across many of their cultures. They will verbally share their base and defining scents when distance makes a more traditional greeting improbable. Defining scent markers are the Pek, and there are three levels, each with its own descriptor based on the smell itself:
A’at – first scent: Joat, Hoat, K’hoat, P’koat, Woat, Zoat
Mi’f – second scent: Jaf, Haf, K’af, P’kaf, Waf, Zaf
Sha’l – third scent: Jal, Hal, K’al, P’kal, Wal, Zal
Every Zuul has another scent as well, but there is no name for it—they are unique to individuals, like Human fingerprints. They can be identified by Zuul noses, but are not written about.
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Salvage Title
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A steady beeping brought Harmon back to the present. Clip’s program had succeeded in unlocking the container. “Right on!” Clip exclaimed. He was always using expressions hundreds or more years out of style. “Let’s see what we have; I hope this one isn’t empty, too.” Last month they’d come across a smaller vault, but it had been empty.
Harmon stepped up and wedged his hands into the small opening the door had made when it disengaged the locks. There wasn’t enough power in the small cells Clip used to open it any further. He put his weight into it, and the door opened enough for them to get inside. Before they went in, Harmon placed a piece of pipe in the doorway so it couldn’t close and lock on them, baking them alive before anyone realized they were missing.
Daylight shone in through the doorway, and they both froze in place; the weapons vault was full. In it were two racks of rifles, stacked on top of each other. One held twenty magnetic kinetic rifles, and the other held some type of laser rifle. There was a rack of pistols of various types. There were three cases of flechette grenades and one of thermite. There were cases of ammunition and power clips for the rifles and pistols, and all the weapons looked to be in good shape, even if they were of a strange design and clearly not made in this system. Harmon couldn’t tell what system they had been made in, but he could tell what they were.
There were three upright containers on one side and three more against the back wall that looked like lockers. Five of the containers were not locked, so Clip opened them. The first three each held two sets of light battle armor that looked like it was designed for a humanoid race with four arms. The helmets looked like the ones Harmon had worn at the academy, but they were a little long in the face. The next container held a heavy battle suit—one that could be sealed against vacuum. It was also designed for a being with four arms. All the armor showed signs of wear, with scuffed helmets. The fifth container held shelves with three sizes of power cells on them. The largest power cells—four of them—were big enough to run a mech.
Harmon tried to force the handle open on the last container, thinking it may have gotten stuck over time,
