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John Ringo was thinking along the same lines as I did in my Pranir backstory for part of Live Free Or Die, I am amused.
LFoD involves a "category 4.5" setting according to the spectrum I posted earlier this week. Humanity was contacted in the present day, and the story follows the protagonist as he does his damnedest to get us up to speed so that we don't need a protector anymore. At the point where I'm at in the story, he's leased a half-millennium-old mining tug in order to try to get orbital infrastructure jump-started, and because the robo-cook is crap, he has his people hire him a competent ship's cook who's willing to work in space.
He gets an MIT astrophysicist who happened to work as a cook during college.
Because working in space as a ship's cook is still working in space. Because working on a clapped-out mining ship that's older than the European presence in North America is still working on a spaceship.
And that's why, in my Pranir backstory, the snake-owls cleverly sold their brightest scientists into indentured servitude contracts, knowing that when the contracts ran out they'd get back comrades who had seen how alien tech worked and had a chance of understanding it. And thus the Pranir went from early Age of Sail to interstellar traders in a few hundred years. :)
LFoD involves a "category 4.5" setting according to the spectrum I posted earlier this week. Humanity was contacted in the present day, and the story follows the protagonist as he does his damnedest to get us up to speed so that we don't need a protector anymore. At the point where I'm at in the story, he's leased a half-millennium-old mining tug in order to try to get orbital infrastructure jump-started, and because the robo-cook is crap, he has his people hire him a competent ship's cook who's willing to work in space.
He gets an MIT astrophysicist who happened to work as a cook during college.
Because working in space as a ship's cook is still working in space. Because working on a clapped-out mining ship that's older than the European presence in North America is still working on a spaceship.
And that's why, in my Pranir backstory, the snake-owls cleverly sold their brightest scientists into indentured servitude contracts, knowing that when the contracts ran out they'd get back comrades who had seen how alien tech worked and had a chance of understanding it. And thus the Pranir went from early Age of Sail to interstellar traders in a few hundred years. :)
