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Kingdom of the Weak 168. Ecclesia (3)
Days since last Beast Tide: 43. Current Kill Count: 1734 (85 since yesterday). 15 days since last Beast Wave. *** Getting to the Wildlands on your own was a daunting prospect for the average mage student in Ecclesia. There were no flights listed as ‘Bound for the Wildlands’, no advertisements, no tourism packages, no contact forms or any such means. The best hint anyone had of getting there was a world map, in which case, they’d simply fly far, far to the south west, pass Itarim and the Midlands Sea, then over the Endless Desert and Fal’Herim. Even if they did so, after finally crossing the Desert Edge, they’d simply have no idea where to go. But having a classmate who came from Kara-Goth made the Wildlands a whole lot more accessible. Suddenly, reaching it was as simple as ‘joining my classmate on board her airship’, or, in more practical terms, ‘be ready to board at the airport by sunset.’ Was this for real? Could it be a hoax? With the lecturer coming too, neither of those see
Kingdom of the Weak 169. Word of War
Days since last Beast Tide: 43. Current Kill Count: 1734 (85 since yesterday). 15 days since last Beast Wave. The same day that Mindy and Co. leave Ecclesia at sundown. *** “Deepsilver! I challenge you!” Wulfgar roared toward the waters of the Black Lake. At the time, Deepsilver was on the edge of the lake, head above the surface, watching with some interest as Jim, George and a crew of others set explosives across Rocky Ford with some help from Charlie and his airship. “Do you think this will really work?” Jim asked George dubiously. “The theory is sound. Destroy the ford and there is simply no way across the river for the average Tier 3 or 4 Wild. This could really cut down the threats we face if and when we have to face the next Beast Tide.” “I thought you said they’d stopped already?” Jim mentioned. “The Beast Waves have stopped, yes. We expected one yesterday and just like last week, they didn’t show. I tak
Kingdom of the Weak 170. At A Corner Coffee House
“Sure. Let’s find a place to grab a bite around here.” Mindy glanced about. “Actually, let’s not do it here. Why not take a look at the new industrial district while we’re at it? There were a few eateries starting out, last time I was here.” Remian mentioned. “Uh… if that’s the case, how about we take a little detour, check out a few popular places before stopping in at the district? You know, just for comparison’s sake?” Tim suggested smoothly. Too smoothly. Mindy peered at him sideways. “Tim? What is it you want us to see?” “Nothing! I’m not asking you to see anything!” “Then…” Mindy paused. “What DON’T you want us to see?” Tim sighed. “It’s just… there’s an ugly sight around the district entrance nearest to here. I didn’t want you to see it.” “What ugly sight?” Mindy immediately shot off to look for it. Tim exchanged helpless glances with Remian and shook his head. “I did NOT want her to see that.” “See what?
Kingdom of the Weak 171. Searching for Magic (1)
There were six of them ready to go. They followed the same basic idea as the Foresight Gunboats, that is, to put as big a gun (a heavy mount currently outfitted with an XXL Ballista, actually, Asda’s shipyard didn’t have anyone who could build magic cannons) on a floating platform as they could manage. George also wanted them to be able to move around on their own, and respond quickly to situations, so they also had their own engines and power system. In order to fit all the equipment and crew on board, the airship’s basic size easily matched that of a Sky Tug. The end result was a squad of Patrol Boats that Asda priced at 600,000 lir in total. “This includes labor charge, tax, and a big discount since you guys have helped me out before.” “A discount? Really?” Mindy eyed the less-than-stunning workmanship and shook her head. “Then why do I feel like they’re a bit overpriced?” “Hey, you ordered, I delivered. You want them or not?” Asda said. “We’ll tak
Kingdom of the Weak 172. Searching for Magic (2)
The next day, after a night’s stop at Three Pines, and another few hours’ journey, they arrived at their destination. “So… this is Dragon Lake?” Father Petrov mused. “The dragon… where is the dragon? We have to see the dragon!” Professor Alexei was already bobbing up and down all around the airship in excitement. “Isn’t this Dragon Lake? Where are all the dragons?” To be fair, Dragon Lake was huge. They couldn’t see the other side of it, and frankly speaking, the horizon of the lake that they could see basically covered just the near corner. “There better be a dragon.” One of the students muttered darkly. “Don’t tell me we’ve come all this way on a hoax just to be laughed at in the end…” Then the lake exploded. Water fountained up hundreds of feet high as a massive shape hurtled into the air with a thundering roar. Five students fell over; two almost fell overboard, and one fainted outright. Family members shrieked and ducked for cover; only one guy’s excited son cheered and jumpe
Kingdom of the Weak 173. Searching for Magic (3)
Mindy was the first to react. “You can FLY!” “Mana here is twice as dense as it is back at your Kara-Goth.” Doom shrugged. “Ever heard the phrase ‘twice the results for half the efforts’? It applies here.” “Twice as dense?” Alexei perked up. “Could it be… the Source of Magic? We’re getting closer!” “Wait a minute. Aren’t you the guy who keeps saying we shouldn’t use magic, because it’s running out?” Mindy protested. “If mana is so thick here…” “Hey, it was thicker ten years ago. A lot thicker. It’s been draining out.” Doom scowled. “So you came looking for the Source of Magic? What for, so you can steal it for yourself and keep your wasteful lifestyle?” “Then you do know where it is? And what it is?” Alexei perked up. “Oh, I know. But why should I tell you any of it?” Doom said darkly. “All you want to do is maintain the way of life you’ve been living, consuming endlessly, never a thought as to everyone else and everything else.”
Kingdom of the Weak 174. Searcing for Magic (4)
Days since last Beast Tide: 49. Current Kill Count: 2374 (122 since yesterday). “Still no Beast Waves?” Remian asked, when the weekend finally arrived. “Three weeks, and still no Beast Wave.” Lisa confirmed. “I think it’s true. It really is all over. At least until the count reaches zero and another Beast Tide hits.” “Great.” Remian said, and closed his eyes. For the past two days, he’d been basically in bed all day. Soul-boosted magic took its toll sooner or later; in this case, it happened roughly ten minutes out from Dragon Lake. Remian had been laid completely flat out, unable to so much as sit up without feeling dizzy. “Another spoon?” Lisa sat by his bedside, a bowl of porridge in her hand, spoonfeeding him bit by bit like she used to back when he was younger and they were ordinary citizens in the Rain Sultanate. Despite everything, Remian’s mother had taken time out from her busy schedule to care for her sickly son. Actually, sh
Kingdom of the Weak 175. Searching for Magic (5)
While Remian and Petrov were debating the fate of the world for Mindy to learn, Alexei was investigating the Black Ruins at Three Pines Peak. He had already explored the area yesterday; today he was going to look inside several buildings he had hunches about. The whole process went on for a few hours… "Fascinating. Some day, I'd like to come back here and look into this in greater detail." He mentioned as they were taking a break for lunch. Behind him, two of his students exchanged meaningful glances. "Can you make any sense of it?" Ruth asked. She and Sandra were supposedly showing their guests around but really, the magi seemed to know more about these weird buildings than they did. "Well, that's a transmission tower for sure." Alexei pointed. "Those three are certainly mana-gathering foci. That place there appears to be a manufacturing plant for some light machinery. This open cage here appears to have been a garden." "Wow. Really?!" Sandra
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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
