{"id":518,"date":"2017-03-15T16:34:07","date_gmt":"2017-03-15T15:34:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blue-falcon.com\/?p=518"},"modified":"2017-03-16T10:24:00","modified_gmt":"2017-03-16T09:24:00","slug":"meet-the-wey-llin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blue-falcon.com\/?p=518","title":{"rendered":"Meet the Wey-Llin"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Wey-Llin can grow up to a maximum of six meters tall, at which point they will have completely lost their mental faculties, ultimately reverting to an animalistic state.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Jalgot took his spot behind the console, as he did everyday, and turned to his assistant manager.
\n<\/span>\u201cPlease tell me Crane 9 is done with repairs?\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cYup, got the report from the gearheads right here,\u201d he said while swiping the file to him.
\n<\/span>\u201cGood, that should let us get back to full operating capacity then, finally,\u201d the Shil\u2019Q exclaimed annoyedly as he typed the command into his console. The rhythmic droning of machinery became more intense, the production speed picking up. It slowed down again mere moments later.
\n<\/span>\u201cOh, come ON! Work with me here!\u201d Jalgot exclaimed at his console, bending over and retyping the command.
\n<\/span>\u201cHey, erm, boss?\u201d his assistant spoke, pointing at a comfeed monitor, \u201cI don\u2019t think the problem is mechanical.\u201d
\n<\/span>Looking at the monitor, Jalgot could clearly see the crane come to life. After a minute or so, the towering three meter tall figure of a Wey-Llin lumbered into view and pressed the emergency shutdown button, after which she proceeded to do Crane 9\u2019s work. Jalgot sighed deeply and hit his com button.
\n<\/span>\u201cBoss? The Wey-Llin at assembly line 9 is refusing to step aside for the crane.\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cI know. I\u2019m WATCHING HER. RIGHT. NOW!\u201d the boss yelled over the coms, \u201cDo you think she passed the mark, Jalgot?\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cI do, boss.\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cThen call the wranglers, mate.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cFucker was happy enough to use her for cheap labor in this shit hole,\u201d one of the Yar-Llin wranglers gestured around angrily at the loud and filthy assembly hall.
\n<\/span>\u201cRight! And now, because of <\/span>his<\/span><\/i> mess, we have to deport one of our own,\u201d a young Wey-Llin replied.
\n<\/span>\u201cNo, Terrab, we\u2019re transporting her to a resort where she can live a healthy and carefree life.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>The other Yar-Llin interjects, \u201cI know you\u2019re angry, but our priority right now is Berya\u2019s wellbeing. So keep calm and be ready, the manager said she\u2019s already a bit on edge.\u201d
\n<\/span>As the group approached Berya she was still doing crane 9\u2019s work, all the while repeatedly muttering the five curses and obscenities she still knew at her Shil\u2019Q boss.
\n<\/span>\u201cHello Berya? My name is Garashten and I\u2019d like to talk to you. Could you please put down the crate for a moment?\u201d
\n<\/span>The gigantic Llin paused for a second, \u201cCan\u2019t talk. Working,\u201d before continuing right on.
\n<\/span>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, but you can\u2019t work here anymore,\u201d said the other Yar-Llin, \u201cYou\u2019ve grown too big.\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cYou have to come with us, Berya,\u201d one of the Wey-Llin added.
\n<\/span>Berya looked at the group and cocked her head.
\n<\/span>\u201cCan work here. See?\u201d and she proceeded to put another crate on the assembly line.
\n<\/span>\u201cI know, dear. But you have to. We promise we will take you to a nice place.\u201d
\n<\/span>\u201cDon\u2019t have to. This place nice.\u201d
\n<\/span>One of the Wey-Llin wranglers stepped forward, \u201cLook. In a few years I will be where you are. I won\u2019t think so clearly and I won\u2019t \u2018get\u2019 a lot of \u2018stuff\u2019. Too many words will confuse me. But I\u2019ll remember that I\u2019ll have to leave. You know you do too. I know it\u2019s hard for you to accept…\u201d The other Wey-Llin nodded in agreement.
\n<\/span>\u201cI\u2026 think clearly,\u201d Berya said calmly, \u201cand…\u201d she inhaled sharply, \u201cI NOT CONFUSED!\u201d she bellowed, swinging a gigantic arm at one of the Yar-Llin wranglers.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The Llin were a tribal species before being discovered by the Coalition. Individual tribes were led by a spiritual leader, a Gai-Llin, and their council of elders, all Yar-Llin. When the Coalition did show up, not even the smartest Yar-Llin and wisest Gai-Llin could comprehend the reality of the situation. To the Llin the Coalition\u2019s ships, harvesting Wey-Llin, appeared as gods coming down from the heavens, carrying their brethren off for a greater calling.<\/span><\/p>\n

Due to the Coalition\u2019s mistaken assumption that Kaynta\u2019Lla did not host sentient life the planet was aggressively harvested for its resources. With the Wey-Llin utilized for their size and strength they became a cornerstone of the Coalition\u2019s military might for centuries to come.<\/span><\/p>\n

Shortly after the Sunithan war and the Neyf\u2019s integration into the Coalition, the Neyf recognized the Wey-Llin as a sentient species and spearheaded the Llin liberation movement.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Not long after this the Llin Freedom Act became a reality and the Llin were integrated into the Coalition. Wey-Llin integration proved more troublesome than anticipated, since the Coalition had many thousands of them in service. Many of these Wey-Llin had grown too large, and had lost the capability to function within an unicity, posing a great risk to the unicity infrastructure and its inhabitants. In response, the Coalition instituted a policy stating that any Wey-Llin over the three meter mark has to be relocated to special resorts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why? Because contrary to the Yar-Llin, the Wey-Llin get hit with a surge of testosterone when they reach sexual maturity. When this happens it kickstarts an ongoing process of accelerated muscle and bone growth. While this process makes the Wey-Llin extraordinarily strong and healthy, allowing them to live up to the age of 200, it also causes neural atrophy, or the slow degradation of the brain. Thanks to this process the Wey-Llin can grow up to a maximum of six meters tall, at which point they will have completely lost their mental faculties, ultimately reverting to an animalistic state.<\/span><\/p>\n

Currentday Wey-Llin are a proud people, working as anything from muscle-for-hire to business owners, depending on their economic standing. Due to their history, the Wey-Llin collectively refuse to enlist for the army or any official Coalition protective service, such as the police. Most Wey-Llin freely accept that they will have to relocate to a resort when they reach the three meter mark. Some choose to go on pilgrimage to Kaynta\u2019Lla, where there is limited space, while others save up their whole lives for a resort of their choosing. The relocation of Wey-Llin is arranged solely by the representatives of the Llin embassies. <\/span><\/p>\n

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