Huh? Not making any sense? Because of the nature of these little flash fiction vignettes, I thought it would be helpful to index previous back stories and journal entries. Although Artiste’s tales are non-linear, it can help to read some pages in groups by threads of associated content. Of course you could just read them randomly, and trust that it will all come together at some point.
The beginning back story is always a great place to start:
• The Artiste Gullible back story
For this particular installment it also may help to read: (Something random?)
↓ Transcript
[image] A male and female Primoptican assassin standing in front of a cityscape. A rifle is slung over the shoulder of the female. Both are wearing eye patches.
[text]The men, and women of Optican Prime have an uncanny ability to see for miles, over horizons, and through dense jungles; focusing on a target with deadly precision. This gift has made them very rich, and very busy as galactic assassins.
The training for this odd, but profitable, global commodity begins very early in the life of Primoptican children. One of the first things that a child learns is a proper salute. The Primoptican salute is altogether forgettable in its galactic uniformity save for the thumb which is extended at a crisp 90° angle from the palm. A properly executed Primoptican salute will predictably drive an eyeball from its socket, effectively rendering this unique visual gift useless.
The adage; There is no reason to solve a simple problem when you can just as easily engineer a complicated way around it, is considered a sacred truth on Optican Prime. Because of this, a training regime was inaugurated that kept military tradition intact while restoring the damaged
depth perception. Is for this singular reason that when, and if, you should ever meet one Primoptical assassin you will undoubtedly meet their partner. For Primoptical assassins always travel in mated pairs.
[text]The men, and women of Optican Prime have an uncanny ability to see for miles, over horizons, and through dense jungles; focusing on a target with deadly precision. This gift has made them very rich, and very busy as galactic assassins.
The training for this odd, but profitable, global commodity begins very early in the life of Primoptican children. One of the first things that a child learns is a proper salute. The Primoptican salute is altogether forgettable in its galactic uniformity save for the thumb which is extended at a crisp 90° angle from the palm. A properly executed Primoptican salute will predictably drive an eyeball from its socket, effectively rendering this unique visual gift useless.
The adage; There is no reason to solve a simple problem when you can just as easily engineer a complicated way around it, is considered a sacred truth on Optican Prime. Because of this, a training regime was inaugurated that kept military tradition intact while restoring the damaged
depth perception. Is for this singular reason that when, and if, you should ever meet one Primoptical assassin you will undoubtedly meet their partner. For Primoptical assassins always travel in mated pairs.
