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2024-10-29 19:42:56Mandy had to admit, this was a pleasant surprise.
Frontier Town did not look half bad from where she sat. Looking down from the Wind Voyager newly bought and piloted by Lambert Meadows (Charlie’s Dad), the town-in-construction looked lively and new. The airport, for example, was freshly built, with an Iron Legion camp piled with gravel and construction materials at one side, and a brand-new hangar at another. The west side was filled with new structures, many new workers and busy chimneys. There was a bigger Iron Legion camp to the south, where dozens of recruits were training. Not to mention that the entire East Side was gone.
Except for the church and the inn and the shops at the central square, almost no trace remained of the slums and despair of the old Frontier Town where she’d grown up. Even those central square buildings were new or newly repaired. The oldest building around still standing was probably the Adventurers Guild, and even that had more new floors o
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The airship Kaleo hired from Deutero carried roughly forty people. They looked to be in bad shape, and gazed at everything around them with furtive eyes. “Who are all these people?” Remian asked. “They are refugees from Encles Island. The island has been hit by an earthquake and a tsunami and the has sunk almost entirely beneath the water.” Kaleo said gravely. “What little land remains is not enough for even one house, much less their village. They need a new place to settle down, and I know of no better place than here.” “Nor I.” Remian agreed. “But… forty people? That’s all there is?” “There are more.” Kaleo assured him. “But getting them here is difficult. It is a long journey, and airships are costly.” “How many more do you have?” “Two hundred.” Kaleo cleared his throat. “I would have brought more this time around, but I needed the cargo space for trade in order to cover the cost.” That was the Kaleo Remian knew; wouldn’t t
Kingdom of the Weak 88. The Phoebe Effect
Phoebe had her hand on Remian’s chest. He was seated on a dining bench with his back to the entrance and they were talking in low voices. There were a lot of strangers in the hall, but nobody even gave them a second glance, as if such intimacy between them was a common occurrence. “It’s a bit low… one hundred fifteen over eighty…” Mandy saw them, and her face turned red, almost purple. Still in screaming-mode, her voice was so loud, Aren could probably hear her over at Kara-Goth. “Now I see! You had a girl on the side all along! What marriage? What queen? A pretty face comes along and you throw your old flame aside like rubbish!” “Wha… Mandy?” Remian blinked, seeing her there. “How dare you? It hasn’t even been a month since you walked away from me, and already you’re being intimate with the new girl in public?! After everything you said to me, you didn’t even chase after me back at Ashdale! After the bond was removed, you completely ignored me! You ignored m
Kingdom of the Weak 89. Prospects
“Still, she does have a point.” Remian said. “You could learn a lot from Ashdale.” “You’re sending me away?!” Mindy blurted. “You could visit once in a while, take a weekend or so… Ashdale’s airships are well-respected. Don’t you think they have good airships and engineering methods? There’s a lot to learn there, and no limit to learning.” Remian pointed out. “Also, we bought a lot of good stuff last time.” “Right. Airships.” Mindy calmed down. “Not just Ashdale. Itarim, La Vive, Germat, Ceres, Ecclesia, even the Dragon Empire. You should travel to all of them and learn what you can.” Remian went on. “You did say you wanted to see the world.” “Yes, I did…” Mindy said, but she hesitated. “Not today, of course. Not without an airship to rival the Roving Albatross, at least.” Remian mentioned. “Actually, if we could put together something like that, you’d be able to start serious trade routes. An industrial grade long-range co
Kingdom of the Weak 90. Cost
That night, Remian tossed and turned in bed. Mandy’s voice echoed in his thoughts. Most of it was sheer drivel, but when she shrieked about him not writing to her or communicate with her when she was recovering in Ashdale, or that he hadn’t chased her during the period in which he had to know he was losing her… he felt a bit of sympathy then. It was true. He really hadn’t been obsessing over her. There were just too many things going on, too many important issues he had to look after. Speaking of which… [Miik] he called with his mind. Miik was currenly in his cave, happily busy increasing his clan with the help of his dear, fun harem. He was NOT happy to be interrupted by a work call in the middle of the night, but he asked, [What is it?] Remian was actually impressed he was able to reach Miik. The chief lynxmouse seemed quite far away and very preoccupied besides. [Uh… never mind. It can wait till tomorrow. Just a few small things.] [Tell you what. F
Kingdom of the Weak 91. War with Fal’Herim
Lately, the Frontier had been attracting a lot of attention. First, the Secret Waves went silent. Spies were sent in secret. By all reports, the entire East Side of Fort Spoas had dropped down a cliff. Then, the excavation site went dark. Three Sky Galleons loaded with troops went to investigate. By all reports came, a Tier 5 Wild had stomped the excavation site into dust. That Wild had been captured by local miners, and the site was soon under reconstruction. But when four airships from Ashdale visited Fort Spoas at the same time, people began to ask more questions. Apparently, there were a lot of natives from Fal’Herim already there. Taskmasters were sent to those slaves’ clans to exploit that fact. How surprising that most of those clans were already gone. Furthermore, some friends from Ashdale indicated that Frontier Town was on the rise, with the Beast Waves stopped and slaves being freed, and they were even buying airship parts…<
Kingdom of the Weak 92. Airships and the desert
The blast came from above. A surge of energy like white-hot light slammed into Spike’s shell from the cloudy sky.[It’s here! It’s already here!] Spike roared in pain. [Remian! Where are you?!][We’re coming! Fend it off!] Remian replied from the south.Spike roared, but the airship that had shot at him was too high, hidden among the clouds, and he couldn’t even see it, much less affect it with sonic attacks from that distance. [It’s too far! I can’t reach it!][Hunker! Protect your head!]Spike withdrew his head just in time for another blast to narrowly miss his nose. The near-burn scorched the sands beneath his chin; it smelled like glass.Gulping, Spike withdrew his tail as well as his head, trying his best to act like a tortoise.The third shot glanced off the rear of his shell. One of the spikes on his back was burned black, and then fell away, breaking to pieces on the sand like charcoa
Kingdom of the Weak 93. Assault
Salim Eran thought that boarding the airship early would make a good impression on his superiors. As the newest member of the Sons of Sand Mercenary Band, he was often the butt of inside jokes about his inexperience and clumsy ways. Salim wasn’t like the other mercenaries; he was basically a fresh graduate from the Italim branch of the Ceres Metro Magic Academy. They were supposed to be on standby. Apparently some troublesome creatures were headed toward the city and they just might be sent out to bombard them from above. Maybe. If the Desert King felt bored enough to pay them for it. But the Red Fangs and the Red Claws were cheaper, and most of the time, if he could get away with sending only the cheaper mercenaries, the Desert King wouldn’t splurge by calling out the SOS. But Salim figured he might score a few points with management if he made a good impression during this standby period. They probably won’t be sent out, everyone knew it. Half the guys weren’t even
Kingdom of the Weak 94. More Chaos
Meanwhile, Frontier Town was likewise having to deal with an assault by Wilds, another Beast Wave. But who cares about that, right? The action was all taking place in Fal’Herim, and that’s where all the fun was at, so… “Fire!” Remian triggered the most powerful weapon he’d ever laid his hands on. The main cannon of the Red Fang shot out a bright beam of energy right into the rear of the left Sky Galleon. “Turning hard to port! Ready broadside!” Mindy announced. “Target the skiff! Fire at will!” The Red Fang turned to the left, hard. The adventurers manning the smaller guns fired off blue fireballs. They rained fire down on the poor skiff, blasting it to pieces before it knew what was happening. The third airship turned around. Magical barriers were raised. The broadside gunners fired on it, but the barriers were too strong, the smaller cannons couldn’t penetrate their shields. “Bring us about! Hurry!” Remian called. “No time!”
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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
