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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Light!” Remian threw up a barrier as another volley of Ashdalian cannons hammered down on the Red Fang.
From inside, Mindy exclaimed, “Fire!”
The Red Fang’s cannons unleashed a broadside volley onto the nearest pursuing Frigate. Twelve Adventurers and three survivors on deck armed themselves for hand-to-hand combat. Phoebe had taken up Mindy’s Runic Nagamaki, but had put it down as she helped Remian put on his ME Suit.
Despite taking on fire, a cluster of grappling hooks were fired out from the pursuing frigate’s cannons. Remian flicked out a hand on that side too. “Light!”
Grappling hooks bounced off the light barrier, but one or two caught on the deck.
“Lighten!” Sandra cast a lightening spell on one. Gammie grabbed it by hand and easily lifted it off the rim of the deck and tossed it overboard. As for the last one, Phoebe chopped at the attached cable with Mindy’s Nagamaki and…
And nothing. That chop failed to cut through the cable
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Kingdom of the Weak 202. Warped
Mindy was flying, but she barely even noticed. She didn’t think about how she was doing it. She didn’t think about why she could do it. She just fled, blindly, instinctively, wanting only to get away from the slavers. As for where she was going… that was instinct too. Or maybe she heard a voice, a voice that she recognized… or a combination of the above. “Mindy! I’m here! Over here!” Mandy was calling her. Mandy was calling her away from the slavers. Mindy ran straight to her elder sister… Wait. No, that’s wrong. She wasn’t running. She was flying. How come she was flying. People were staring. Faces and eyes on the airships ahead were staring. Why were they staring? Oh right. Because she was flying. She was flying with Chirpy’s powers. No, no, no… they mustn’t know… Mindy had to figure out some excuse, some way to hide it… With an inkling of an excuse in mind, she flew over the deck of the airship Mandy was on, and deliberately shouted
Kingdom of the Weak 203. Off to Ashdale
Sir Stout welcomed Mindy and the gang as they arrived carrying a stretcher with Remian unconscious on it. “That’s my ex-husband.” Mandy pointed. “Right, right.” Sir Stout nodded absently. “Aide, hand me your rifle...” “And that’s his new girlfriend.” Mandy added, pointing. He looked up and totally forgot about the rifle. Sir Stout was a man who was accustomed to beautiful women. Born in the upper class of Ashdale aristocracy, he practically grew up around the daughters of the rich and powerful, girls with easy access to high quality cosmetics and skilled beauticians. He had seen, spoken to, met and… interacted… with hundreds of dolled-up beauties in his twenty-five year lifetime. But today, he took one look at a girl and froze. Dolled-up beauties thick with make-up and wearing jewelry might not be able to move him any more, but there in front of him was a battered belle marked with ash and soot, fresh from the battlefield with the light of violent combat still flickering in her
Kingdom of the Weak 204. Negotiating for a house
Mindy knocked three times on the heavy, ornate door. “In a minute!” someone called from inside, but really, it only took twenty seconds before the door opened. “Can I help you?” “Ma’am, I’m here to inquire about the mansion. Word has it that you’re selling?” “You’re one of those wild girls, aren’t you? The one staying at the Meadows House?” the woman inside peered at her. “Is it Mr. Meadows who wants to buy this mansion?” “Uh… no, it’s not him…” “Is it Charlie, then? That boy must have struck it rich by now…” “Not exactly, it’s a friend of his…” Mindy wasn’t sure how to tell the woman that it was she herself who wanted to buy the mansion. “Anyway, could you maybe just tell me how much you want to sell it for?” “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” She shook her head. “You’ll have to get your boss to talk to my husband directly.” “My… boss…?” Mindy winced. “Is your husband in?” “No, he’s at…” she hesitated. “Blackram Market.” “Blackram…?” Mindy thought back over all the malls she’d be
Kingdom of the Weak 205. Newcomers
“Mandy! I need to show you something!” Mindy was so excited, she was basically jumping up and down. “What? Where?” Mandy wasn’t sure what to make of it as she followed Mindy down the road. “This!” Mindy said, taking out a runestone and tapping it on the heavy ornate doors of the mansion they were passing by… Wait. They weren’t passing by. Why weren’t they passing by? Why was Mindy… The doors opened. “Mindy…? What did you do? What did you DO?!” Mandy panicked. “You can’t just illegally enter people’s houses with home-made runestone keys! That’s trespassing! That’s burglary! That’s… I don’t even know what that is!” “Relax! It’s fine!” Mindy said, taking out a sheet of paper. “See?” This was a heavily magicked sheet of paper, with a layer of mana protection, and sealed with nine different kinds of runes… “What is this?” Title, area, registry number… and the words ‘Property Deed’. Mandy read the paragraph that followed. “This is to certify that… Ardent Gale Mansion… belongs to Mind
Kingdom of the Weak 206. Destination: Kara-Goth
As the world war raged on, a great deal of resources were expended on all sides. For the winning side, plundering their enemies might make it worthwhile. For the losing side… a quick, cheap way to replenish their resources was vital. Was it really such a big surprise that they ended up looking to the Wildlands, then? In other words, the five new colonies were from the losing nations; La Vive, Ashdale, Itarim, Bellas, and the Nine Mountains, from east to west, in that order. The one cutting trees around the Rock Fist Ape Lord came from the Nine Mountains. On the east side, the one closest to Kara-Goth was the one from Bellas. They were just on the other side of the Storm Pegasus King, set up on an idyllic shore of the northernmost of the Five Lakes. Farther east, Itarim had set up their own mining colony in the hills in between the Storm Pegasus King’s Five Lakes and the Great Deep, supposedly the territory of the Lake Emperor. Did they know there was an Emperor of the Wilds in tha
Kingdom of the Weak 207. Dealing with Wasps
“This is Commander James Eddings of the Home Logistics Department, Sir Stout’s immediate superior.” Mandy introduced the man that the Ashdale military had sent to talk about the Wasps.” “Good to meet you.” Remian shook his hand. “And I, you.” James nodded. “I understand that I also have you to thank for saving the life of one Private Ryan from certain death behind enemy lines. He passed your offer up the chain of command, something about agile aircraft that requires us to go to the Wildlands to buy? It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, but now Sir Stout has urged me to consider it, and here I am. I assume this is the very topic we are here to discuss.” “Yes, it is.” Remian nodded. “It came to my attention that Germat has a glaring weakness in their airships. They have heavy armor and heavy weaponry and taking them down with conventional airships is difficult and costly.” “Thus, the agile, light fighter idea.” James nodded. “But I have my doubts that a small craft could carry
Kingdom of the Weak 208. Ravens
The dry sands of Fal’Herim drifted in a low wind, covering everything in sight with a dull color as Mindy followed Tim up the road, past three factories, a warehouse, and a bicycle assembly yard. “What’s this about?” Mindy asked uneasily. Fal’Herim was all very well from the air, and in the markets, but this was a place where slavers had thrived for generations. Looking around, Mindy half-expected to see throngs of men, women and children in shackles and chains groaning under the whips of cruel taskmasters. She had seen that far too many times around this city and loathed to see one again. In fact, she wasn’t sure she could stay calm if she saw one now. Remian wasn’t here; they’d left him far, far behind. With just her and Tim, if she came across slavers at close range… Tim saw the look on her face. “Don’t worry. This is Remian’s territory. There are no slavers here. In fact…” “What?” “Four out of five people in this area are freed slaves.” Tim told her seriously. “If a slaver eve
Kingdom of the Weak 209. How to Survive A Beast Tide (1)
Days since last Beast Tide: 80. Current Kill Count: 9917 (696 since yesterday). “We can’t just let you go, so… you can either serve, or die.” George summarized his offer to the guards of the dead bully’s airship. “What would it be?” Despite the clarity of the offer, half the guards actually tried to attack. “Fire.” Song Chen instructed. Crossbows twanged on every side. A dozen men were riddled with bolts before they could make three steps. “Hey!” George protested. “That guy wasn’t even moving!” “He was holding on to a wand. He didn’t drop it.” Song Chen explained. “The ones that surrendered dropped their weapons.” “Oh. Never mind, then. Empty the airship’s cargo, and load it with munitions. Prepare it for battle.” George waved at it vaguely. One lynxmouse poked its head out from a side port. [Not much cargo. Just some food and munitions.] “Well, load up the crossbow bolts and get a crew on it.” Song Chen instructed one of his subordinates. “Fifth Crossbow Squad, Ninth Crossbow
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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
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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
