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2024-10-29 19:42:56To be honest, the Deutero rep didn’t plan to stay very long in the Frontier. This gentleman fully planned to get on board the very next flight out. But things didn’t go as planned.
For example, the man he was supposed to meet actually wasn’t there at Fort Spoas.
“Greetings, good sir. I need to see your leader, Sir Remian Vin.” He told the highest ranking officer at the airport.
Markus scratched his head and said, “Sorry, but he’s out right now. Maybe I could get George to pass him a message?”
“Ah, yes. Tell him it’s of utmost importance and urgency that we meet. Also, tell him his money is ready.”
“Money?” Jane suddenly woke up from her lecture-induced stupor and stared. “What do you mean, money?”
“That is confidential.” The Deutero man said.
Meanwhile, Markus brightened to see Jane there. “Hey, you’re one of George’s friends, aren’t you? Can’t you send him the message? I have a bunch of new recruits to handle, here.”
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Kingdom of the Weak 123. Trap
When George came to, he found himself in a spacious open ward of the new hospital. Right across from him was Mr. Moda, in bed with a big dark bruise on his face. “What happened to him?” George stared. “Hit by a door.” Sabriane said, from behind him. He turned to see her sitting at the nurse’s station. “Phoebe Effect. Enough said. She went out to help one patient and came back with three.” “Speaking of the one patient… how’s Jane?” “She’s fine. She seems a bit in a daze, might have hit her head a bit hard when she fell, but Phoebe tells me that physically, she’s fine.” Also in bed nearby were two of the new Iron Legion recruits. “What about them?” “Again, Phoebe Effect.” George shook his head. “Some day, if we go to war against anybody else, we could post a picture of Phoebe on an airship and show that to our enemies.” Sabriane let out a laugh. “That might do more damage than the Bellower.” George allowed himself
Kingdom of the Weak 124. Broken Wing
The impasse could have gone on for a long time while Remian and company hazarded guess after guess, but fortunately, someone arrived to speed things right along. [Dear? Are you finished? Can they help us?] another oversized eagle landed in front of them, this one smaller by a head and a neck, her feathers redder where his was browner. [She won’t stop crying.] [Um… negotiations are… proceeding…] the Eagle Lord shifted his feathers a bit uncomfortably. [At a dignified pace.] [You didn’t even ask them?!] [It is… beneath me…] The Eagle Lord said in a harried and frustrated manner. [Fine! I’ll do it, since I’m also beneath you, you big feather-brain!] she scolded. Then, she turned the Remian and Mindy. [We need a splint. And bandages.] “For what? No, actually before that…” Mindy cleared her throat. “How do you even know what those are?” [We have superior eyesight…] The Eagle Lord began. [We spy on everybody when we get bored
Kingdom of the Weak 125. Two days later
“And so here we are.” Mindy concluded as she told Phoebe the situation two days later. There they were outside the Adventurers Guild Hall with a family of eagles, the father constantly cuddling and coddling his ‘little’ daughter (who was actually a bit bigger than Remian) while she wept and chirped her sob story (though Phoebe couldn’t understand a word), one wing hastily and very crudely supported with splints, with bandages wrapped and gauze taped all over her every little bruise and scrape. “But what about Darian?” Phoebe had to ask. “The wolfcats and the lynxmice are still tracking him. The Eagle Lord’s flyers have joined the search and they will send word along to us the minute they actually see him.” Mindy explained. “It’ll be sent from bird-to-bird psionically over shorter distances, an aerial chain of communications, as long as he’s not too far away, word should reach us within an hour of finding him.” “And how far away would that be?”
Kingdom of the Weak 126. Division
That night, Remian stood alone in the cold and the dark. It was quiet, with the sounds of man and Wild muted and distant. The wind was chilly at the top of the Guild Hall, but he stood there without complaint, feeling the cold outside as much as he felt it inside. Humans. The word sounded oddly alien, as if considering a foreign kind. Strange thoughts were associated with the concept, for some reason. Destroyers. Liars. Betrayers. Asda. For a minute there, he itched to strike. Do something, anything, to cause her pain. Send the lynxmice to rob their food stores. Send the airships to bomb their homes. Something. But what would the result be? Vengeance in return for vengeance. Airships and armies from the Coalition of Six storming what little Remian had left in the Wildlands. For another minute he contemplated. Should he bemoan his lack of strength? Train himself to become an unstoppable mage, so that nobody would backstab him or bully h
Kingdom of the Weak 127. Deal
It was a visit from a person she never thought she’d see again. “George?! What brings you here?” Asda gaped. George looked at her coldly, saying nothing for a long moment. Asda felt a chill rise up her back, but stubbornly fought off her uneasiness and said, “What? Remember this is Fal’Herim, you can’t just do anything you like here! There are security guards around, you know? Plus, this is my house!” How long had it been since she’d left the ruins of Fort Spoas? A week? Something like that? “Oh, I know.” George said, glancing at the armored men on every side. Asda had ten of them around the porch of her new house alone. “Actually, I came to offer you a deal.” “A deal?” Asda’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t be emotionally blackmailed into charity!” “Nobody asked you for charity.” George’s lips narrowed. “I’m asking you for gunships.” “Gunships?” Asda blinked. “Like the Foresight, but with their own engines. Mindy wanted to des
Kingdom of the Weak 128. Three Pines Ruins
Honestly speaking, the Black Ruins weren’t entirely black. A lot of them were. Many buildings were made of some strange smooth black material. Even after time and weather had taken their tolls on them, roughly half the town remained intact. Walking into the nearest little hut-like structure at the gate, Remian found the insides dry and almost dusty. In other words, the roof didn’t even leak. There was a good bit of broken furniture, though. Twisted metal and old wood chips hinted at a desk by the large window. Was this some sort of guard house or inspection booth? Meanwhile, the floor, rather than black, held broken white tiles. The roads outside were gray stone. The trees and bushes around were a mix of greens and reds. There were flowers and creepers growing wildly everywhere. Some small critters even made their homes in the ruins, and they too added color to the scene. Mindy touched the black wall, sniffed, and said, “You know, now that I t
Kingdom of the Weak 129. Learning Things
As for Darian, well… He was learning many things from Doom. For example, the different kinds of bait you use for catching different kinds of fish. For example, how long to wait for one side of a fish to cook over a campfire before turning the spit. For example, how to find really good spots to set up a hammock. Also, that afternoon naps were a priceless luxury. Also, that it took six hours to charbroil a Royal Snapper Redfin, which was actually five times bigger than Doom himself. Charbroiled RSR happened to be Har’es-dras’ favorite snack. Mikai found him first. [Darian! You’re here! And you have grilled fish!] “Want some?” Darian offered. Mikai hopped up to the campfire and nibbled. [Nice! What fish is this?] “This is just a Mini Snapper Redfin. You should see the Royal ones. They’re huge.” Darian advised him. [Just a second.] Mikai turned north, and concentrated. A pulse of psionic energy flick
Kingdom of the Weak 130. George’s Day (1)
Sweat slowly dripped down his forehead. His eyes narrowed, his hands clenched around the hilt of his sword. George drew in deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing, all too aware of how heavily his heart pounded. This wasn’t good. His strength was waning, while in front of him, his opponent moved easily, lifting his heavier blade like it was nothing, not missing a beat in his movements. Cautiously, George defended. Bracing both his legs, he tried to save some strength and went for a block instead of trying to dodge or parry the next obvious blow. If he could engage the other guy in a blade lock, throw in his weight at the right angle, so long as the other guy was caught off-guard, he could buy himself a moment or two to catch his breath, regain his balance… Fat chance. The other guy’s weight and momentum far superceded his own. There was a jarring sock and on top of that, George felt like he’d run into one of DD’s herd charging ahead at full speed. “OOF!”
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523. Comms
Somewhere along the line, he’d lost consciousness. George only realized it when he woke up to a splitting headache. “Ow.” He groaned. “What... where...?” “We’re on the way back to Sorrel.” Grace told him, appearing by his bedside. And it was a bedside, he realized. He seemed to be in the Kara’s Medical Bay. “I’m sorry. We had to retreat.” “Our... people?” George managed. “The HAC Troopers made it back. The Mechs... did not.” Grace paused. “We have the refugees though. And the Robotic Assembly Plant for Mining Drones. That’s all they managed to grab.” George slurred. “Mech pilots?” “Alive, if battered.” “Good. Alive is good.” George sighed. “This... didn’t go so well.” “Hey, at least we got the guys we were trying to save, and some machinery on top of that. You might say it was a success. A costly one, but a success.” “Casualties?” George asked. “Plenty of injuries to go around, but no deaths. So far.” Grace paused. “Some of the really badly injured might change that before lo
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522. Second Aid Mission
“Were these really the best you could do?” George asked, eyeing the six hulking figures in front of him hesitantly. “Mmm.” Juni grunted. In front of them were six brand new Mechs. 2nd Generation products, they were armored weapons platforms on legs, with jumpjets for the signature ‘jumps’ that earned their generation the nickname, ‘Jumpers’. Or were they? George wasn’t entirely sure. When he looked at them, they really looked more like 1st Generation Walker-types. Those Jump Jets seemed to be an afterthought, an added equipment haphazardly strapped to their backs. “Would they really work right?” Juni shrugged. Given the time and materials he had to work with, George supposed he couldn’t expect better. He had only just received 2nd Gen tech. Until now, he’d been working with 1st Gen expectations and schematics. One of these Mechs seemed a bit worn, evidence that it had been built quite some time ago, and only recently been modified for George’s requests. “Fusion Cell for power, Pu
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521. Next Step
It turned out that they also needed to acquire salvage rights to haul away ‘scrap metal’. Fortunately, that was a simple affair now that they had local currency. 50 USD and the matter was done. Grant, being the nearest specialist on matters of scrap to their location, graciously offered to transport their ‘scrap’ directly to their vessel out of sheer goodwill. Finally Benny and Sam went to try out the barbecued skewers. At Grant’s recommendation, though, they didn’t go to the Starport roadside stall. They ended up at another roadside stall run by a ‘foreign refugee’ someplace downtown not too far from Grant’s workshop. There, each skewer was loaded with rows of thick, juicy beef sausages, and only cost 20 USD for 10. Benny stretched. “Not bad for our first day. We’ve got three days here, don’t we? But we’ve already got half of what we wanted.” “What’s the other half?” Sam asked. “Technical manuals on engineering, power and propulsion. Tech, basically.” Benny yawned. However, whe
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520. Uber States Colony
“Black Fang, you are cleared for docking. Follow the designated path and welcome to Trifer, colony of the Uber States.” Benny stood on the observation deck of the Black Fang below the bridge, listening to the conversation between the comms officer and the dock authorities. He eyed the massive sprawl of structures and smoke emitted below and wondered. “This is what they call a ‘small’ colony?” The colony was bigger than Craggy Falls, Kara-Goth and Nightshade City put together. “Just how many people live here?” Benny asked next. “According to our sensors, about half a million.” The bridge crew told him. Okay, that was less than the human population of the Sorrelian Migration, which, after including the Cumin survivors, was over 800,000. They shared the sensor feed with Benny, Sam and Foxy. Looking at the scope, Benny realized that most of the colony below consisted of machinery and robots. Furthermore, what he saw on the surface wasn’t even half the colony. The entire complex went
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519. Scoop
That evening, Benny and Sam left with Tim’s battle group, headed for the nearest Uber States outpost with medicine in the cargo holds. This left only one freight galleon to ferry materials and regretful space miners from the surface to Sky Haven. “It’s going too slow.” Remian decided. “I need to call Raven.” With Mindy busy trading across star systems, Raven had inherited (bought over) her airship fleet and company on the surface. They built more gunships and scout ships than freighters these days, mainly focused on providing recon and fire support to ground forces fighting Undead. But it was those freighters Remian needed now, the bigger the better. “We need them refitted for extreme high altitudes, as high as they can go.” Remian explained. “Also we need them spaceworthy, at least up to low orbit.” “You want our airship freighters to fly into space?!” Raven spluttered. “Yes, but not on their own. I want them to haul cargo and passengers as high up as they can. Around 30km woul
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518. We should call Remian
“Relax, I’m not asking you to build them from scratch. You’ll need to remodel a Galleon and a trio of our current Dropships. We do want proper Mech Carriers in the future, but for now, we need to deploy urgently, so we’ll just remodel what we have.” Ermine brought up some projections. “The Mechs in question are going to be Light Walkers, designed and built by J-Armory. Juni’s had a workable prototype for a long time, but it’s never been needed until now. Live testing is scheduled to start in three days. They’re powered by Fusion Cells, the kind that looks like dustbins, so you won’t need to worry about fuel lines, just cell-swapping. You won’t need to worry about replacing the He3 in the Fusion Cells either; spent cells will be sent back to J-Armory for recycling or refueling or whatever it is they do. Same goes for the weapons; Jamie’s J-Arsenal will handle maintenance and replacement and all that. The ship only needs to carry the Mechs, deploy them, and run basic maintenance. Repai
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517. Objectives and Objections
They met online the next day. Remian opted out, letting them handle it. Upon bringing up the subject of the Woofers’ request for more aid across different planets… Ermine snorted. “I refuse.” “What?” George stared. “I refuse to help them.” Ermine said stoutly. “I know that you guys all have some sort of savior syndrome, and it’s something that Remian seemed to have passed down from the very beginning, the sort of meddlesome hero complex that has you all trying to save the world at personal cost, but I’m no hero. I’m Tau, and we’re practical survivalists. We simply can’t afford to go around saving everybody. We need all our strength and resources to save ourselves. As for the Woofers, as a collective, they are a Class 5 Star Civilization, a whole class more advanced and stronger than us. They have their own governments and their own fleets. Let the Woofers help the Woofers.” Xiao Yan cut in. “As you say, they are a Class 5 Star Civilization. Since you’re talking about praticality, t
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516. Changing Gear
“Go, go, go!” green light flared in the bay of the Dropship as the floor fell away. George and twelve other figures were unceremoniously dumped on the ground nine feet below. They landed with heavy impacts. George staggered, realizing the gravity on this world was at least twice what he was accumstomed to back home. For a moment, he regretted leaving his Frame back on the ship, but they were here to clear the bandits out from a city center, meaning tight spaces, narrow access points, and needing to take care to avoid civilian casualties. Or at least, that was the plan. George and his squad had been deposited on the outskirts of the city, at the very border of a suburban district. “Incoming!” someone yelled. George crouched as something exploded; the ground shook and chunks of dirt flew through the air. “Get to cover! Return fire!” George called, even though he wasn’t entirely sure where the attackers were, exactly. The guys diving behind nearby garages and a public toilet clued hi
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514. Out there
Quite predictably, the first of those calls to reach Sorrel II was from their dear friends, the Woofers. Three Paws explained it. [This is from Kelso III. It’s an agrarian world, roughly eighty hours’ flight from here for our fleet. Local gang bosses have titled themselves warlords and suppressed the citizenry with brute force. They take whatever they want, and demand whatever payment they like, on pain of death or torture. Local law enforcement has been completely overrun and even planetary militia couldn’t save the settlements under their control. The best our local paws could do is contain the situation and prevent it from getting worse.] Remian sipped hot coffee. Eighty hours flight for the Woofers Fleet should mean a bit less than seventy for the Tau fleet. “That’s rough. But what’s the point of calling us here to tell us this?” [We can help them. Just one division of your fleet could make a huge difference against these local gangs.] At the moment, the Sorrelian fleet consist
