Control Arrays have always been very important to the organization of the Contre for Forest Reserve. As it is of common knowledge, the Centre was created with the sole intent of protecting the people against the raging dragons. The dumb dragns most especailly, who would see to no end that their siewhat deficit descendants are out to the death.
It has branches which are spread all through thick and thin, some of them operating in the shadows which might not be in agreement with the various international trade and spatial laws. That is, they did not have the right to set up a base in other realms and areas which were not in their direct control. Although this was debatable, while the Drakonian Confederacy did not have direct leadership roles over these realism,they often had important strings which allowed them to stay in such places, with full rights as one who was legally permitted. I miss Grakons. They always scream out their words. Hehehe... Hopefully, we get to see soem mroe interesting personalities here
The agents at CFR are not just recruited often because eof their capabilities to draw out fire and their natural affinity with the dumb dragons. It goes far beyond that if one were to consider carefully the selection process of the Agents.Naturally one. Would expect that the CFR agents would all be about combat powers and all of that. However it tows a different line.At the CFR, we are concerned about the beings we deal with. Being that the primary focus of the CFR is the containment of the Dumb Dragons; of which are our progenitors, it us imperative that we must understand them also.Not every dumb dragon requires suppressive force to be dealt with. Not every dumb dragon is that nwccesaay to employ lethal force. In fact, some of them may just be lost and seeking a way back to their roost and caves.So, therefore, unless the agents in charge of that situation has been carefully selected, only disaster would occur in such a situation.While
“I suppose YOU HAVE COLLECTED YOUR THOUGHTS, HUH, RIGHT?” The Grakon's voice boomed out. Instantly, Ronke reeled over, clasping her hands over her ears now in the aftermath. “Gosh! Grakons. Always Damn noisy!” She cursed. “Can't blame them. It is what makes them Grakons!” The metal Drakon lady laughed, her shoulders shuddering as she used her right hand to cup her mouth. Seeing that, Ronke relaxed her shoulders, allowing a crack of a smile onto her lips. This was not going to be hard after all, she reasoned. For right before her face, one of the would be important persons of this CFRQuarters was laughing. It was a rare feat, only something which one could see if and only if there had been a level of lfamiliarisation between the two parties. Although if she dared to think large, there was a familiarisation between them. They were both from the CFR and even though she was not in her own branch, the very fact t
The CFR selection process had always been the one of qualitative instance. Just as it had been implied earlier, you could not just get to be an agent just like that or simply because you were well versed in the techniques of combat or even on the basis of recommendation.To get to be an agent, you had to either prove your worth in the selection process or be ready to accept your rejection. There are no two ways. And about those who had been given the red letter on their rejection, a couple of them had not accepted it so easily.These ones would go to the high rup authority, seeking a redress, claiming that the basis for the election was all faulted- oh the pride in their words. They would state just how versed they were in combat- combat which is not the only criteria on which they had been chosen.In one of the times, a certain individual had gone as far as to appeal to the Drakon Lord Meados, thinking that if he reached the Drakon Lord, we wo
Ilesa is a promising land with a promising landscape. It is rocky, undoubtedly but then again, it has just the potentials which could be sought for and used for the provision of a super secret facility.WHile it does not belong to anyone else, that is, does not fall under the powers of the Major or mini world powers, it does have some promising factors that we would look into.Governed by a tribe of rock men, it has the most noticeable feature of this place to be the Canyons. No one may know what exactly lay at the bottom of these canyons, save for the ones which are filled with water. And even if one would make a wild guess for what lay at the bottom, the valley to be simply rocks, then such a person was to be mistaken. The rock men themselves do not have their habitation at the bottom of the canyons. They have their dwelling places among the
There was just a little issue with that now. Now was not the time to be discussing something like that. Or even be thinking about it. He had to make hay while the sun shone and he was going to get on that.Bayo sucked in air or attempted to do that while he was still in the little form of a bird. His wings flapped tirelessly even now as he kept his eyes on the goal. Sooner or later, he reasoned to himself, he would get to the place where he was going.However, there was just a little wave of hesitation flushing through his mind. His little chest thumped now as he thought about the constraints of the mission that he was on.How in the names of the seven heavens would he be able to fly a boat? He had never had a single experience on that. Yet, he was expected to be the getaway pilot who would pilot a flying boat over to get Ronke, Shin and Hana.He sighed to himself, the responsibilities that the others put on him was just so much
"And you…" Hana said, stopping now to look over her shoulders. "...are growing." She blinked now, light exploding in her face. But the time she regained herself, there was Shin winking at her. "Yea, right!" She chuckled. "Yeah," Shin echoed oyut after her. He looked forward now as he let his body do the moving, his hand holding out the waist of Hana as they stepepd from one light shield to another. His eyes were fixed with a little fronw on his face even as he stared forward, wondering what lay ahead. to steal a boat, it was said. They ahd to get up here and then make sure that they could get a boat away from the CFR. He did not know the urgency of things at hand. In fct, they ahd not been told but then, the late commander had said to them that they shoudl go with the lady, ronke. And it seemed so right to them. Even if they did not want to go without them, there was nowhere else to go to. The late comma
It was sudden, it was immediate and it did not give her the time to make any reactions in time. A wave of regret flashed through the mind of the Platoon Sergeant of the 3121st Hadjan Platoon even as she was suddenly yanked off the air. Her initial thoughts had been a fun one, which was to yank Bayo from the air and then see what his reaction would be. Only for things to turn out the way they were right about now. It was disappointing and she was not having it lightly at herself. She had let her guard down, forgetting thats he was still in a territory to which they were not familiar with. They could not have been welcomed, not after Ronke had informed them that they would most definitely have a surveillance system. So, she pretty much had an idea what had yanked them from the air but the very fact that she had not been expecting it- she had been caught off guard- was what was getting to her. Her mind blazed with limitless possibilities of what could happen
"No buts!” Hana said, although her face did not agree with her. "The boat isn't going to fly itself." She had an extremely worried look on her face even as she held onto the shoulder of Shin. However, she had been the one who had advocated that they ought to trust that the First Born would be enough. So now that he was claiming the same thing, then, she had to make sure she believed him. Even as much as she was willing to make Shin believe too. Shin slowly followed the nudging of Hana even though hi face showed that eh did nto want to do that. However, based on how she had spoken, he could feel that some of the reason which Hana was speaking from was truly convicting. And so, he had to believe it as well. After all, this was the First Born here. And as the First Born, there was bound to be so many tricks up his sleeves. “You had better take the out and stop the reinforcements , otherwise they would never allow our ship to leave the harbor. We’re
Here, you saw the title, right? Of course, yes, they would return. You certainly have not seen the last of it. So, like what was done at the start of this volume, we had an author boss note where we discussed the charcters and whatnot. Remember i mentioned that I was nto goign to make bayo the entire focus of it? Well, he kind of became focus of it being that the whole novel is geared to his wellbeing. Lol. At the ending, we can see that he is paying the price in full for the warnings Yasmin issued to him. Dont ignore soul adaptation but what does Bayo know? And i certainly cannot blame him. He has a lot of pressure on him, forcing him to amke the most drastic measures to ensure he is not lagging behind. But reclal that Bayo did not tart life as the toher Ascenders. All the Ascenders started their Life at the soul class of Elite. Elite is from 1000pts and above. BUt Bayo began from Basic Class,with less than 20pt which wa
And Pain.. “AAAAAGAGHHHHHH!” The huntress yelled out as the chunk of earth ripped through her back, spearing its way through her entire body, all the way from the back to the front of her. “Now, you can burn!” Ronke said and then, with a smile, she stomped her feet on the deck of the ship, willing back all of the flames that she had been keeping at bay. All of it, towards the screaming form of the huntress even as the ship began to break and scatter into bits of matter down the mountain ranges below. “Now, now." Ronke said, smiling as she willed up a gust of wind to take her off the deck as the deck finally succumbed to the head and the destruction of the flames even after it provided a dying frame for the figure of the huntress earlier. And then,the hull of something already so familiar appeared, rising above the form of Ronke. It lowered itself, a figure, which was Hana standing at the foredeck with her hand extended waiting to take the hands of
A large spike of Earth tore through the front deck of the ship, ripping through the spot that Slyka had stood in only seconds away now. The moment it ripped through,a gigantic explosion of flames burst out in the lower deck now, the entire mass of the licked up in instant flames and heat, turning out to be a massive firework in the sky. Now.... Ronke panicked. The level of destruction that she had caused with her earth spike stalling was catastrophic. She had to keep a wall of oxygen deprived air about her to keep the flames from gathering around her or ve scathing her own skin. She was not insusceptible to fire,after all, despite being able to control fire though. She was worried. But then, the worry about the CFR was the least of her concerns. After all, in the battle scene, who had to worry about what happened to the enemy. The person who did do that was the one who was willing to get himself or herself at the losing end of the whole thing. But for h
The Hunter is a killing machine which is specifically designed for such missions of severity, they do not show emotions and have no need for that because for the missions which they are assigned for, they have to be through and effectively. Their blows need to count and so the hunters are given new identities and introduced to the quality demanding system of the CFR. WHich would mean that even their souls are inculcated and taught about the values of the Cfr. In Other Words, they live for the CFR. However,this option of being a Hunter or Huntress is always so optional and never is forced on those within or without the CFR organization. It is only for those who truly seek to unlock the next level that the Cfr holds the key to. Lest we digress, the hunter is a single entity of overwhelming force. Unless the Hunters are all occupied at the moment or the CFR wishes not to involve them, then the army of
In life, we often do not have the option of choice. I mean, there is always the matter of choice but most times we have to choose between a great evil, and a far greater evil. In times like that, our sense of being is completely eroded, vanished from sight as we try to make the best of what we have to do. Sure enough, there might be a choice, lurking somewhere down the alley but for the matter of time being, we are blinded to it. And thus, the inevitable is what we eventually have to come for. Our choices are forced by the circumstance of the present situation. Which in hindsight does not look like a choice rather. In thesis is life and his priorities to keep. So, then, knowing about the instability of battle, the question is put out to all of you here. When faced with the tightest of situations, what would you do to ensure you live? To ensure that your values are not completely wiped out. In this situation, we have a matter of doing what is b
‘Yeoowww’ Bayo could only scream out in his mind, mentally as his whole body went through a wreath of red hot flames. Still in the gust of the momentum of the jump from earlier, his body went on, traversing space as he crossed the distance which was between the two ships. His body was roasting and he flew tall of the what, all of his insides feeling like marshmallows now. And oh, how hot the fumes were. The mere scent of the smoke that was about was roasting his nose, smelting down all of his internal organs that dealt with smell and breathing. His body hairs kept on shrinking as they blazed, the entire mass of the Lightning Fist Chimp now reduced to a literal burning mass of meat. Panic surged through his body now as Bayo crashed down to the decking of the larger CFR ship. While he wanted to re
The feeling had been instantouse for Bayo. For him to switch into the form of an Adze all in a bit and then revert back to the form of a Familiar Prime had been all so super fast. It was something which he did not think he would have been able to achieve, without Yasmin with him. Yes, of course, he could just as easily switch his body form ,without Yasmin being involved but also, he had to consider the event of the last time. He had spoked Ronke and the rest up when he had suddenly switched into the form of a growing Familiar Prime, as a youngling. He would not want something of such to repeat itself again, especially since it was bound to be a really rough ride in a bit, being that the CFR pursuing ship had arrived. It would be best not to unsettle anyone so that they could focus on what was really necessary and pivotal to their staying in the air for longer.
Beside a thorough negotiation skill as one of the prerequisites for a good CFR agent, another thing is to be considered in the midst of the yet many factors about a CFR agent. While the others may be so desiring, we would stress here once again, that lethal force is not always so desired in the CFR. If there is need forreal lethal force, there is the outer Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy or even the Inner Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy Army. If need be for thorough lethal force, then the army would be duly notified. An in such case this is often out of the hand of the CFR, However, be it known that it does not undermine the quality of the Cfr. While there is this option, the CFR does have its availability of lethal force. The Guardian and her aides are entities that are capabal of hta, so unless situation has escalated more than the numerous well trained CFR agents, then, Leth
Earlier… GBA MMM! A loud bang exploded now and the ship suddenly rocked to the left violently. Bayo could only growl silently in pain as his head, in reaction to the sudan movement, bounced against the wooden bar just before his head, towards the left hand side of the bed. “What happened?” ROnke and Hana shouted almost immediately as they jolted out of the cabin, looks of questioning on their face towards the one at the cockpit. Shin. ‘Well…” Shin cried out to them, his head tilted upwards, looking at something which was beyond them. “We have company and they have real mood swings.” He said, tilting to the right with the steering wheel as he attempted to stabilise the ship now. ****