Reality Benders-7: Cause for Warby Michael Atamanov
Introduction. Horde Conference
The Vaare Star System, Meleyephatian space
Gas giant satellite Vaare I-III, Horde space docks
Mobile communication center
The huge spherical room which had previously served as a
construction hangar for the Horde's large landing ships had been hurriedly
refit as a long-distance communication center for hosting an emergency fleet
conference. That was because the preexisting communication points on every
military base or large starship couldn’t be used due to security concerns
voiced by Meleyephatian analysts. Their formidable adversary had already shown
that they could quickly trace signals to their source and send starship strike
groups there to destroy the Meleyephatian Horde's command centers. In an effort
to avoid unnecessary loss of starships and personnel, military engineers had
refit a structure at the orbital docks of the uninhabited Vaare system as a
communications center in record time. Meanwhile, another group of military
specialists had anchored a large number of gravity mines in nearby space
because they had proven most effective against the adversary's small starships in
comparison to thermonuclear munitions or antimatter charges.
Right on schedule, the holographic projectors on the inner surface
of the hangar lit up. In the darkness, the glowing figures of the Horde's
leaders appeared one after another– the grand admirals of its fleets and its
political leaders. Eleven arachnids of the twenty-one on the list... Twelve...
Fourteen... Eighteen... They waited another thirty seconds, but the three
absent leaders never showed up.
The conference had been called by Krong Laa – a level-402
Strategist, commander of the First Fleet and the formal leader of the
Meleyephatian Horde – whose mandibles were now twitching in dismay. Although he had backed
away from the demanding task of managing the huge interstellar state and had
long been on the periphery of the known galaxy, expanding the horde's territory
and bending ever more races to his will, he was not expecting such flagrant
disobedience as skipping a conference called by the supreme leader. Was this a rebellion?
An attempt to undermine his Authority in hopes of lowering his rank? Just in
case, the Krong got off to a cautious start:
"I do not see commander of the Third Fleet Grand Admiral Kung
Rou. Leng Tou, Vassal Race Coordinator and Kung Maa, Head of Foreign
Intelligence are also missing. Can anyone explain their failure to appear at
such an important gathering?"
The answer came from Kung Paa, the Horde's Chief Analyst who had
already stood unshakably in that position for one hundred seventy tongs. The
wise and elder level-322 Analyst, all organs and appendages on his once living
body having long since been replaced with cybernetic prostheses, had only the
cybernetic implants and crystal memory drives enhancing his brain to thank for
being counted among the living attendees of this conference rather than as a
robot. Kung Paa had earned a reputation for always having his finger on the
pulse of events occurring throughout the galaxy. But mere knowledge is not
enough. It is much more important to use that flow of information to make
far-reaching conclusions. And in that regard, the Chief Analyst surpassed even
the Jargs.
"My Krong, the Third Fleet was stationed at the incursion point
in the Kharsssh-O system and was first to give battle when our powerful and
highly numerous foe suddenly appeared. Out of the fleet's three thousand five
hundred starships, according to my data, just one hundred twenty small-class
ships were able to escape. The fleet's flagship has been destroyed, and the
commander's respawn point was located there."
The Krong's agonized chirr rolled through the hangar, echoing many
times off its walls.
"What an idiot! I see the many tongs of peace and local
quibbles with weak enemies such as the Miyelonians and other riffraff were long
enough that our admirals forgot to observe elementary security measures! And I
suppose half of the crews were also in the real when our foe attacked,
otherwise I cannot comprehend the crushing defeat. He and his fleet would have been
nice to have in the Aysar Cluster. Things have really been heating up there
lately! In the blink of an eye, he'd have learned extreme awareness and
readiness for action at any moment. Has Kung Rou come back in the real world?
If so, he should be executed for incompetence immediately!!!"
"Yes, the Commander of the Third Fleet has returned. I was also
able to obtain a report from him on the defeat and his losses. But after that,
the main Throne World data centers were destroyed by our adversary along with
millions of virt pods. And there have not been any further messages from the
Kharsssh-O system in any reality. Our enemy is jamming all comms channels.
Coordinator Leng Tou was on the Throne World as well. He perished according to
reports corroborated by several independent sources. It is unknown what became
of Foreign Intelligence Chief Kung Maa. He was in the Paku-Uuu star system,
which came under attack after the Throne World. But I would venture to guess
that Kung Maa managed to escape, given his personal cloaked frigate has not
been found on the list of losses. Also, our Foreign Intelligence Chief is too
cautious a player to get caught in such a foolish trap."
The Krong stayed silent, though he wanted to chirr in outrage. Yes,
reports from the Throne World had been of the most awful sort for the last
several ummi, but to hear things were that bad... He turned all twelve of his
mobile eyes on the Chief Analyst and pronounced in a flat tone:
"I have been in a hyperspace jump with my fleet for the past
three ummi and cut-off from communication. The panic-monger yellow journalists
in the media keep jabbering about tens of thousands of starships of an unknown
race appearing out of nowhere. And supposedly, a quarter ummi was all it took
for them to wipe out every orbital fortification in the Kharsssh-O star system,
which took hundreds of tongs to construct and were considered impenetrable. I trust
those are exaggerations, yes? The Trillians couldn't even fight their way
through to the Throne World with their royal fleet despite the fact that, at
that time, it rivaled ours both in number and firepower. Tell me, advisor that
this is untrue, and our orbital artillery is holding strong and fighting
back!"
"Regrettably, that is not so, my Krong," Kung Paa
understood that the ruler, famed for his quick temper, would not like that
answer but right now it was more important to get the truth across than to
sugarcoat distressing information. "We have credible reports of at least
seventy-four thousand small-class enemy starships and over three hundred large
ones equivalent in size to our battleships but surpassing them in firepower by
approximately thirty times. The battle in the Kharsssh-O system was fast-paced
and it was all over in just a quarter ummi. The enemy fleet neutralizes all
starships attempting to leave the planet, while enemy battleships have switched
to bombarding the Throne World. At the same time, no landing ships have been
spotted in the Kharsssh-O System, nor any of the other systems under attack.
All that has led us to believe our adversary means to destroy our
infrastructure and population rather than capture planets favorable to
habitation."
The Chief Analyst's tale was picked up by Grand Admiral Khii,
Commander of the Second Fleet.
"I was receiving data from the battle in Kharsssh-O until the
enemy cut off long-distance comms. They were attacking our Third Fleet, star
fortresses and orbital artillery installations without regard for their losses
from the outset. They lost over four thousand ships but destroyed all of the
Throne World's defensive structures. In the first phase of attack, there were
many documented cases of small enemy interceptors sacrificing themselves by
slamming into our artillery or large ships at high speed and self-detonating.
And that was happening in the real world, where respawn is impossible. My
Krong, we have come up against a group of fanatics without the slightest fear
of death. They sacrifice themselves for something they must be strongly
convinced of without the least bit of hesitation, gladly even."
The Senior Psionic entered the conversation just then, all eight of
his limbs weighed down with magic rings to improve his Intelligence, psionic
abilities and mental power.
"Our psionics have confirmed that theory. According to the
fragmentary thoughts we have managed to read, the 'composites' as they call
themselves believe us to be an ancient nemesis – something along the
lines of a religious symbol of evil – and they believe themselves to be conducting
a historic holy war to bring our tyrannical reign to an end. We have yet to
truly comprehend what 'ancient evil' they have taken us for. But the Composites
are completely opposed to negotiations and will stop at nothing to destroy us.
They are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to achieve their hallowed
goal."
The Krong kept silent, then spoke up, not hiding his frustration.
"All religious wars, regardless of what hokum the rulers
declared at the outset about 'ancient evil' or 'uncompromising holy struggle that
cannot stop until total victory,' quickly trail off as soon as the people start
hearing about the heavy losses they have incurred. A switch flips in their
brains. 'Unshakable' dogmas change while the most notorious fanatic leaders are
replaced with more flexible politicians. The Trillians were also once
considered implacable religious fanatics, but we forced them to come to the
table. However, there is another aspect of this story that's bothering me. Have
we ever gone to war with the Composites before? I cannot recall such an enemy
in the Horde's entire history."
The answer to that question also came from the Chief Analyst:
"No, my Krong. Neither the Meleyephatians nor our vassals have
ever encountered the Composites before. I have checked every archive. In fact,
it isn't even theoretically possible because our enemy came here from a
different galaxy, which is now known for certain. I believe with a high degree
of probability that our race was set up by other players in the game of grand
interstellar politics. I can say with a probability of over seventy-two percent
that the Trillians are behind the attack. Twenty-three percent it was the
Miyelonians. And I put four percent on the Geckho. In any case, I assume that
whoever was behind this invasion will be found in our galaxy, and we probably
know who they are."
"Serious accusations. Tell me, on what basis did you reach
these conclusions?" Krong Laa's chirr clanged with a metallic edge, which
did not bode well for whoever would be found at fault in the audacious attack
which had led the Meleyephatian Horde to lose its capital.
Kung Paa was eager to explain:
"As shown by battle reports and investigation of Composite ship
fragments, our enemy starships' main weapons are pulse emitters, which instigate
a quadrupolar destabilization reaction. To be blunt, it's a rare weapon around
here. However, not long before the invasion, something a lot like it was used
in the Trillian-controlled Taikhirhh-o-Tsykh star system. Meanwhile the
hyperspace drive design used on the small Composite ships was patented by a
Trillian corporation less than fifteen ummi ago. And that means the Trillians
must have had contact with the Composites before the invasion and exchanged
information with them."
The reasoning really was strong. All the Horde leaders at the
conference agreed. However, Krong Laa was in no hurry to declare war on the
Trillians and asked to be told the theories that could possibly implicate the
Miyelonians or Geckho. The Chief Analyst explained:
"A Human Free Captain by the name of Kung Gnat figures
prominently in both. A remarkable figure, I have put together a whole dossier
on him. A swashbuckler with tremendous luck, he is a known confidant of Geckho
leader Krong Daveyesh-Pir having completed special assignments for him in the
past, and currently. He is also working for the Trillian royal family, having
been rewarded by them for an unspecified outstanding feat with a functioning
quadrupolar destabilizer, which is fitted on his frigate Tamara the Paladin. The best Gunner of the Trillian race was also
transferred to Kung Gnat's crew to man it."
"Oh my! So, the Trillians are caught up in all this
again," someone pointed out. But rather than get distracted the Chief
Analyst continued:
"Furthermore, Kung Gnat is privately acquainted with a
potential ruler of the Union of Miyelonian Prides Kung Keetsie Myau and, is in
fact officially considered her fiancé. I have no doubts that the Great One has
also assigned this man missions of particular importance because Gnat and his
crew were mentioned in the incident on Medu-Ro IV which served as the official
pretext for beginning the sixteenth space war between us and the Geckho and
Miyelonians. So then, Free Captain Kung Gnat is one of the most highly regarded
experts in ancient races, particularly the Relicts. We have intelligence
suggesting a near one hundred percent chance that Kung Gnat is in possession of
Relict technology capable of instantaneous space travel. Indeed, Kung Gnat is
the only individual known to be capable of travelling to another galaxy in
order to carry out this special assignment from his highly placed employers.
Meanwhile, the Free Captain is not an independent figure. He has neither
financial nor military power of his own. He is merely a middle-man and cunning
agent engaged in someone else's war. Anyone out there could have hired his
services."
"A truly remarkable personage," the ruler of the
Meleyephatian Horde agreed. "The one thing I cannot comprehend is why none
of you thought to try and hire this man to work for us. Diplomacy Advisor, I
direct this question to you. Why is Kung Gnat not on our side? The
Meleyephatian Horde would have plenty of missions for a clever swashbuckler who
can travel instantaneously throughout the Universe."
"My Krong," the Diplomacy Advisor tucked in his
appendages, making himself appear half as large before continuing his answer.
"Kung Gnat did in fact offer his services to the Meleyephatian Horde in
the past, and more precisely to our vassals from Tailax. However, the Prelates
of Tailax committed a staggering act of foolishness and blackmailed the Free
Captain, threatening his home planet and his female. Our partnership ended
there, and soon after Gnat was declared an enemy of the Horde. Now the Free
Captain is working for the Geckho, assembling an army of vassals on his home
planet for the war effort against us on an order from Krong Daveyesh-Pir.
Furthermore, Kung Gnat has been granted official protection by Kung Keetsie
Myau. The First Pride intercepted a group of assassins sent by Tailax to
Kasti-Utsh III and the Great One warned us that their peace treaty with the
Meleyephatian Horde could be annulled if the Horde's vassals do not cease
surveillance of her marriage-dance partner."
The ruler's reaction was predictably harsh.
"Just what we need right now! To be back at war with the Union
of Miyelonian Prides! I demand that everyone involved in that failing be
executed at once! Kung Gnat is no longer to be regarded as an enemy of the
Horde, and he is to be informed via unofficial channels that I wish to speak
with him personally. But enough about that swashbuckler. I need a situation
report about the war."
The Chief Analyst quickly deployed a three-dimensional holographic
screen of data arrays and started reading off the information.
"My Krong, we have lost four thousand combat ships including
four battleships and two planet destroyers, which amounts to approximately
fourteen percent of the Horde's total military might. The Composite has lost
around seven thousand small-class starships and two battleships. It is still
difficult to comprehend how significant that is to our enemy, because there are
more of them coming out of the portals in Kharsssh-O constantly and the flow of
starships shows no sign of stopping. Other than the Throne World, we have lost
the three star systems closest to the invasion point. Communication with them
has been lost. Battle is still ongoing in eleven more, but I see no chance of
holding onto them. That's the bad news. Here's the good: The Second Fleet
pulled off a difficult win in Larsssh-U, fighting back the Composite's attack
and wiping out over seven hundred small enemy ships. The Fourth Fleet has
joined forces with the Eighth and is heading toward the engagements. The Sixth
Fleet has been recalled from the war against the Geckho and also redirected
against our new enemy. In eight ummi, we will have a strike force in the
Parsssh-O and Uparssshi systems of eleven thousand ships for my Krong to deploy
as he sees fit. We have begun evacuating the population and manufacturing
facilities from the most vulnerable systems near the fighting, for which we
have deputized civilian ships. An order has been given to mobilize all our
space docks to replenish the Horde's losses and all our vassals have been
issued new accelerated production plans."
The rest of the Chief Analyst's report was cut-off by an emergency
message from the communications officer:
"Attention! Composite ships in near space! One hundred sixty
small Dero-class interceptors! They are approaching the mobile communications
center!"
"Conference adjourned!" Krong Laa declared, setting an
example by switching off his long-distance communications.
One after the next, the glowing holograms of the Horde's leaders
went out – the participants were leaving the conference.
"They sure detected this command center quick..." the
Senior Psionic spoke out in dismay, glancing at a timer and performing
calculations.
He received a response from the Commander of the Eighth Fleet, who
had brought up a video feed from the space dock's external cameras for himself.
"Yes, very quick. And until we figure out how our foe is doing
that, our flotillas will be constantly on their back foot. That's all. They're
already coming over. On the other hand, we now have a chance to take down some
of their starsh..."
The Grand Admiral was unable to finish. The mobile communications
center disappeared in the bright flash of a large number of high-power gravity
mines exploding in near space.
Chapter One. War Between Heavens
and Earth[1]
I was in the dispatcher tower at the Geckho space port standing at a
panoramic window in the restaurant area. The high perspective gave me an
amazing view of the terrestrial space port which was unusually cluttered with
spaceships. The great number of yachts, landing modules from passenger liners
and shuttles belonged to guests at the wedding of Gerd Uline Tar and Viceroy of
Earth Gerd Kosta Dykhsh. They ran the gamut from the tiny-looking Shiamiru
cargo shuttles to a huge Kitivaru trade ship. A couple Sindirovu interceptors
belonged to local Geckho services while three interceptors parked in a separate
group belonged to the Relict Faction. My frigate Tamara the Paladin was surrounded by scurrying technicians under
the watchful eye of chief Engineer Orun Va-Mart the Miyelonian and Supercargo
Avan-Toi the Geckho, checking weapons systems, trading out fuel blocks and
attaching proton torpedoes to suspension fittings. But all that space tech got
lost on the backdrop of the three truly gargantuan large landing ships of the
Third Geckho Strike Fleet, each of which was around as big as the Great Pyramid
of Giza and even distantly resembling it in shape.
There was a half-mile-long line of Army of Earth troopers stretching
out from every landing ship. Troops from a multitude of terrestrial factions,
walking and wheeled combat robots, innumerable cargo trucks of equipment. The
sight of it was majestic and even epic. Fifty-three thousand players. A bit
more than the ruler of our suzerains Krong Daveyesh-Pir had demanded from
Earth, but it wouldn't have been right to refuse those wishing to take part in
the first combat operation of this scale our planet had ever seen. The troopers
were overflowing with pride at the fact they were representing our world and
were champing at the bit to prove to all the great space races throughout the
galaxy that our humanity was worth something.
"Captain, should you perhaps go address the troops?"
suggested Gerd Ayni Uri-Miayuu the Miyelonian, standing next to me and also
transfixed by the spectacle. "They will be pleased to see the Kung of
Earth and it would be good for your Authority."
It seemed like a
sensible idea, but still I refused.
"I am not in command of this operation," I crossed my eyes
at the pushed-aside tables in the far corner of the restaurant where a group of
military professionals were holding a conference. The ruler of the Second
Directory, the massive General Leng Ui-Taka was gesticulating wildly and poking
his fingers into an electronic tablet lying on the table as he tried in
elevated tones to drive something home to his staff officers and a
representative of Third Strike Fleet Commander Kung Waid Shishish also attending
the spontaneous gathering. Something had upset the highly experienced
Strategist and he was telling the hulking Geckho officer his issues without
mincing words.
Generals from the armies of Russia, Germany, China and the USA
listened carefully to the representative of the magocratic world, nodding along
and seeming to be in full agreement with him. Which could not be said for Gerd
Avagi Dykhsh, sitting on three chairs at once in his heavy shock armor and
insisting on his own point of view, stubbornly not wishing to hear his
opponents. I had no experience commanding troops, so I stayed out of it. But
nevertheless, I would have to figure out what they were disagreeing about
eventually.
It was somewhat strange to see Human-3 Faction member Gerd Alexander
Antipov the "fed" Inquisitor in the company of the highly placed
military officers, but the ruler of the Second Directory approved his candidacy
and even insisted on bringing the experienced counter-intelligence operative on
as a staff officer. I must admit I didn't understand that decision, but still I
kept my amateurish advice to myself. I felt like an outsider in general at this
whole grandiose event, something like the pointless fifth wheel on a cart. My
role was over as soon as the Krong of our suzerains' assignment was complete
and the Army of Earth was formed. And now I was in deep thought, not totally
understanding what to do next.
Fly off with the rest of the fleet on my starship? But first of all,
one frigate wouldn't make a difference in battle against hundreds and even
thousands of combat ships. Secondly, I wasn't even told where the landing ships
were headed. When I asked that question to a representative of the Commander,
Gerd Avagi Dykhsh was as delicate and respectful as possible, but he
nevertheless firmly asserted that it was confidential information he did not
have the right to disclose.
Naive. Naturally, I read everything I needed from his thoughts. The
Third Strike Fleet's rallying point was the Ursa Star System. As an aside, I
took direct part in its capture from the Meleyephatians and in many ways made
it happen. But as for where the fleet would go next and what role the Army of Earth
played in its plans, Kung Waid Shishish's representative himself didn't know.
Maybe they really were destined for the Un-Tau Comet like the Viceroy of Earth
told me in confidence during his wedding. Though now, with the Meleyephatians
tied up in a new war, the Third Strike Fleet could have different plans.
Fly to the rallying point on my own? That wasn't likely to have a
positive reception. Even though Kung Waid Shishish considered me something of a
"lucky charm," he had not ordered me to join the fleet. Take care of
my own affairs? For example, I could meet and have talks with other Geckho
vassals like the Jargs and Esthetes and reach agreements for them to work
together with the humans of Earth, as Gerd Kosta Dykhsh advised. Or I could get
to work on the "mission of epic difficulty" the Trillian Royal Family
had assigned me. But it would seem like a strange decision to stay out of the
fiery space war when the army I had assembled was preparing to spill blood with
thousands of my subjects from the Relict Faction taking part in the action. Put
pressure on Gerd Avagi Dykhsh and insist on joining in? I was afraid I'd have
to fall back on psionics to accomplish that, and I didn't want to go looking
for trouble. The Geckho officer seemed quite overconfident and stuck-up. He
looked upon us human vassals like unintelligent children with no understanding
of space warfare blurting out uncalled-for suggestions.
The only being the Third Strike Fleet representative would listen to
was Fox. Kung Eesssa, the legendary Betelgeuse Planet Devouress had centuries
of experience conducting wars of all scales and could influence the Geckho
military officer with her indisputable Authority. But the Morphian disappeared
as soon as the test in the arena was over and I had yet to see her again. She
just tossed out a couple sentences in parting, saying she would find me when
the time came to fulfill the promise and she needed my help. The Morphian
melted into a crowd of thousands, probably preparing to leave the planet on one
of the many starships. If she had not done so already – some of the wedding
guests had already left Earth, while combat shuttles were regularly flitting
here and there, so it was highly likely Fox had already made it far away from
planet Earth.
Fame increased to 110.
Authority increased to 114!
Such game messages had become normal to me as of recently and I
wouldn't have paid them particular attention if not for the text that followed:
ATTENTION!!! Free Captain Kung Gnat has been removed from the list
of enemies of the Meleyephatian Horde. The Horde's opinion of you has improved
to Neutral. Free Captain Kung Gnat may travel through Meleyephatian Horde space
once again. Access to space stations and planets of the Meleyephatians and all
their vassals is once again unrestricted!
Now that I don't get at all... After everything I had done in the
past – summoning an armada from another galaxy to attack the Meleyephatians
and assembling the Army of Earth to go to war with the Horde – the very last
thing I was expecting was for them to suddenly warm up to me. Or was this not
to do with me at all? Perhaps the Horde was calling on Free Captains from
throughout the galaxy to go to war with the new dangerous enemy or at least for
paid help regardless of their past and providing full amnesty? After all, the
Meleyephatians probably needed a huge number of starships both for conducting
battles in space, and for evacuating players from the systems under attack and
transporting cargo and troops.
That was the very story preferred by my personal assistant Gerd Ayni
as well, who had also seen similar messages before her eyes much to her own
surprise. The Miyelonian assumed the Horde's affairs must have been going very
poorly given they had fallen back on such extreme measures. Or had they come to
a general resolution to summon Free Captains, and would later be making
corrections and crossing out enemies that had been invited? In any case, there
was no reason to hurry to Horde space, and in that regard I stood in complete
solidarity with my orange Translator.
"Free Captain Kung Gnat is requested in the long-distance comms
room!" the voice message came rolling down the dispatcher tower corridors,
making me shudder.
I didn't wait around for the elevator and hurried up the spiral
staircase. Meanwhile, the thoughts were racing around my head in a frenzy.
Could someone from the Meleyephatian Horde really want to talk to me and
explain the strange jumps in my reputation? And was it really possible to
receive messages unimpeded from a hostile government in the midst of a bloody
space war? And could it possibly backfire on me to be in contact with our
suzerains' adversary?
But I was wrong. I was "merely" getting a call from Krong
Daveyesh-Pir, ruler of the Geckho. I instantly fell to one knee and bowed my
head respectfully before the high and mighty figure. But I must not have done
so quickly enough, or a slight look of disappointment showed on my face because
the huge Geckho rumbled out menacingly:
"What, human? Expecting to see someone else?"
The question wasn't as simple as it seemed, and I needed to think up
a plausible explanation for my behavior quickly so I wouldn't seem
insufficiently loyal.
"I beg forgiveness, my lord. I have indeed been waiting for a
message from someone else for a few ummi, which is why I had a moment of
confusion. It was a member of my crew, a woman who is dear to my heart by the
name of Valeri-Urla. She left my ship unexpectedly to an unknown destination.
An influential relative of my business partner Gerd Uline Tar promised to
figure out where the human woman went and tell me."
The huge Geckho gave a loud growl through his teeth but it wasn't
malicious at all. In fact it was approving and even contained notes of
happiness.
"Ah, youth... I understand. I was the same way when I was
chasing my headstrong second wife all around the galaxy, boarding her starship
over and over again. I can help you look if you can't find this beautiful shrew
on your own."
"Thank you for the offer, my lord, but it would be... too much
or something. Like using thermonuclear warheads to hunt quail."
The Geckho liked my response and gave another satisfied rumble.
"Alright, if you say so, human. But I have come to you for a different
reason. I have been told that you completed my assignment. Ahead of schedule
even. Well, I value loyal and trustworthy go-getters, and my reward will be
generous. Choose what is most to your taste. A star cruiser so your ship will
match your newly elevated status as Kung, or two planetary shield generators
for Earth?"
For the time being, I had no need for another ship – I had no one
to crew it, and a cruiser wouldn't be able to fit beneath the mobile Relict
laboratory's camouflage field and thus could not travel with it through the
Universe. But defensive field generators? How did the great Krong Daveyesh-Pir
know what I needed so precisely? I was not brave enough to ask that question
aloud.
The ruler, clearly satisfied by my surprise, snarled out happily:
"It would have been hard not to notice superconductor circuits,
high-capacity energy storage, polyfrequency emitters, powerful generators and
load-bearing elements necessary to construct planetary shields all starting to
disappear from markets in this sector of the galaxy at once while a string of
freighters started lining up outside your home planet. Well, it's a fine
initiative and I am perfectly happy to support a trusty Geckho vassal complete
such a noble endeavor. The generators will be delivered unassembled as soon as
possible and even unloaded at whatever point on your planet your Engineers
request."
Amazing! That made providing for Earth’s defense significantly
easier because now we only had to scrounge up seven more of the twelve
expensive and quite hard to assemble generators rather than nine. I would
determine where to install them and find the specialists required to assemble
and service them. Either from my Relict Faction or one of the many other
terrestrial factions. I could even pressure the leaders of the terrestrial
factions into helping me find the perfect staff. At the end of the day, am I
Kung of Earth or what?!
For some reason, the suzerain leader's generosity put me on guard
though. Two planetary shield generators were worth around a hundred fifty
million Geckho crystals. Even without paying for delivery, that came to
eighty-five or ninety million monetary crystals. Even for a Krong, that's a
substantial sum of money to just go throwing around as gratitude for a job well
done. And as a matter of fact, the next few words out of the suzerain leader's
mouth proved that my doubts and worries were not misplaced.
"But now, Gnat, I want to discuss more important matters. Tell
me, human, why has the Relict space tech you possess not yet been delivered to
your suzerains' specialists for study? Is that not your express duty as a
member of a vassal race?"
Danger Sense skill
increased to level one hundred forty-two!
How hard it is to always be talking with the Geckho Krong... I could
just never get used to his wild mood swings. Just one minute ago, the ruler was
heaping on gratitude for my loyal service and giving me generous gifts but now,
with steel in his voice, he was demanding more out of me and clearly prepared
to punish me severely for disobedience. But to give him the laboratory... No
way, I need it for myself! I started my response by carefully selecting my
words with an understanding that no one could test them for plausibility. No,
no lies. Such an experienced individual would see right through that. Only the
truth, but just leaving a couple things out and adding in a few personal
theories. And no psionics either because that could be detected and end very badly
indeed.
"My Krong, I would be glad to hand over the laboratory to my
suzerains, but it isn't as easy as it sounds. The mobile laboratory does not
belong to me and does not obey me. It is controlled by its own artificial
intelligence, which sometimes communicates with me and works with me because it
takes me for a Relict. That is facilitated by the fact I wear Listener armor,
understand the ancient race's language, and have a living Relict in my team.
But sometimes the system tells me I have failed a check or lack the requisite
access level to the Relict Pyramid, then the station goes out of control and
even tries to kill me. There are enough security systems and combat drones in
the laboratory to take down me, my entire crew and my frigate. In such instances,
I have to reboot the entire system and try to reestablish our relationship.
There is a distinct possibility that one day I may find myself unable to cope
with the complicated system and the mobile laboratory will toss me out. But I
am going slowly and steadily toward my goal, trying various methods to get the
security systems entirely under my command though for now it is still far off.
I need time, possibly a lot of it. I can provide Geckho scientists with a
highly-detailed scan diagram of the ancient laboratory with all its hubs,
modules and systems."
"Now that's a different matter entirely! Blueprints will do
perfectly well, human!" the ruler latched onto my offer eagerly, and I
even started to get the impression the Krong was getting more out of me than he
was hoping. "Another planetary shield generator will be sent to your home
planet as soon as the Geckho receive a crystal drive containing blueprints of
the laboratory's equipment."
I exhaled. I had seemingly squirmed my way out of a tricky situation.
I even made another crucial step toward keeping Earth safe from space invaders.
Meanwhile, the fearsome Geckho changed the topic again and I heard notes of
sadness and anxiety in his words.
"The Par-Poreh royal family is no longer talking to me. The Trillians
didn't even congratulate the civilization of Shiharsa on our most important
holiday – the day of the great unification of Geckho clans. That has never
happened before. The Trillians have always sent their congratulations and their
ambassador has always come bearing gifts as a token of our friendship. It is a
worrying sign. My Analysts believe Krong Pino Par-Poreh the Third and his
relatives are considering starting a war against my people because all Geckho
and vassal fleets have been sent off to the hard-fought war against the
Meleyephatian Horde. To make matters worse, based on recent intelligence, there
have recently been secret negotiations between the Trillians and Union of
Miyelonian Prides. They must be discussing joint operations against my people.
Miyelonians are famed for stabbing allies in the back soon after fighting side
by side with them. I suspect that, if not for the Horde's new enemy, the point
of no return would have already been passed and they would already have made
their decision. By the way..."
The Krong looked at me hesitantly, knitting his furry brows.
"Tell me, human, the Composite starships going to the
Meleyephatian Horde Throne World – was that your doing?"
Well I'll be damned... My heart pricked with a sense of impending trouble.
A direct question I will not be able to quibble when answering. Deny everything?
I didn't want to take on such a heavy burden, while the ruler of the Geckho
race didn't have any proof of my involvement in the invasion. Even in my own
crew, only a very restricted circle of players knew of our role there. They
could even be counted on one hand. Or did Krong Daveyesh-Pir actually have
proof of some kind? After all, my Navigator Ayukh was a Geckho by race and one
of the few in my crew to know where we had been and where we jumped. Despite
all his loyalty to his captain, it was easily possible the Navigator might have
felt compelled to tell his people's intelligence services about such a
critically important event. And so I decided to speak the truth.
"Yes, my lord. After contact in a different galaxy with the
powerful and extremely aggressive Gukko-Vahe Composite, I made a deliberate
decision to jump to the Meleyephatian Throne World. I did so just in case the
Composite ships could track our jump and follow me to our galaxy. I thought it
was a good idea to turn the Gukko-Vahe Composites on an enemy of the Geckho and
weaken the Meleyephatian Horde."
"Good thing you admitted it, Kung Gnat because it was a test of
your honesty to your suzerain ruler," he buzzed out, then growled in
satisfaction. "Nice move, human! I approve! The Trillians and Miyelonians
must be trying to figure out how to act now. This is the perfect time to try
and talk them out of their aggressive plans. Do you understand me, Kung Gnat?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Great then. I place my hope in your diplomatic abilities, Kung
Gnat. At the end of it all, Earth's humanity doesn't want a war against two
great space races either."
The highly powerful Geckho signed off.
I found myself still kneeling in the long-distance comms room and
trying to get my scattered thoughts together. Holy crap, what a little job I'd
been tossed! As for the Miyelonians, sure. I could discuss the issue with
Keetsie Myau. It was not of course guaranteed I could sway the Great One's
decision, but at the very least she would hear me out. But the Trillians? Krong
Daveyesh-Pir was clearly overestimating my influence on them. Other than my
contacts with the Hive of Tintara, and the obligation I had taken on to
complete the "Mission of Epic Difficulty," there was nothing
connecting me to the Trillians. So, should I perhaps get working on that
mission then?
Chapter Two. To the Stars!
I did go out to address the troops in the end after a quick chat
with my Chief Advisor Gerd Mac-Peu Un-Roi the Mage Diviner about urgent
matters. We decided in the end to place the second planetary shield generator
in the Chinese Human-1 Faction's territory. The third on the large continent
would go on a node belonging to my own Relict Faction – former territory of
the Human-25 Faction. My Chief Advisor assured me there would be enough
laborers to get the job done, even though it would require bringing two and a
half thousand players to another hemisphere of the planet on Geckho ferries and
Sio-Mi-Dori landing antigravs.
As for the other three construction locations, I entrusted the Mage
Diviner with selecting them and negotiating with the largest factions of both
worlds himself. In theory, the La-Shin or La-Varrez factions could provide
capable specialists in sufficient number as well as the American Human-12,
South Korean Human-0 or Japanese Human-4 along with another half dozen
terrestrial factions. I decided not to bother the Russian Human-3 Faction just
yet because a significant number of their player laborers were now tied up
erecting the first shield generator on Rocky Island and a thermonuclear power
plant in the Centaur Plateau node, which was intended to provide electricity
for neighboring nodes. In any case, there were plenty of options, so the Mage
Diviner assured me he would have no issues and would handle it together with
our faction's Diplomat Leng Thomas Mueller.
After visiting the Geckho dispatchers and easily receiving
permission for Tamara the Paladin to
take off in half an ummi, I went with my tailed assistant Gerd Ayni and demure
bodyguard Gerd Imran down the elevator to the ground-floor of the terrestrial
space port. The line for loading into landing ships was just as long as before
with thousands of troops sitting on their knapsacks beneath the scorching sun.
Not far away, the H3-Faction players were waiting, and I headed their way. When
I arrived, the players stood up to greet the Kung of Earth.
"You're such a big deal now I'm afraid to even approach you, Gnat!"
I didn't recognize the First Legion player in a heavy armored spacesuit right
away, but it was Shoot_to_Kill. The hardened veteran had reached Gerd rank and
become commander of one of the squadrons waiting to ship out. With a welcoming
nod to Imran and slightly apprehensive glance at the orange Miyelonian next to
me, assuming she was actually Fox who had rankled everyone so badly during
training, the level-106 Gunfighter extended a hand to me. I greeted my old
friend warmly and asked what was taking so long to load them into the
starships.
"Yeah, who can say... You're the bigwig out here, Gnat. Only
you can order the furballs around. Us people are too little. We just do what
the suzerains tell us. As far as I've heard, heavy equipment is being loaded first
to get the starships balanced properly. We were told to wait, so that's what
we're doing."
It was odd to sense timidity in a man I had once grown accustomed to
viewing as higher in level and much more experienced. The other First Legion
troops watching our conversation looked on me as a deity fallen from the
heavens. It actually made me feel a bit awkward. I promised to talk with a
representative of the Third Strike Fleet and figure out what was taking so
long.
Authority increased to 115!
"Kung Gnat, have you heard the latest news?" he changed
the topic unexpectedly, lighting up. "During a speech to the European
Parliament yesterday, a deputy from Austria unexpectedly spoke Geckho and asked
everyone to give opinions on Earth's troops being sent to fight in a space war.
His microphone was cut off and they tried to shut him up, but several deputies
from Germany stood in his support. They started asking how long we can keep the
truth about human contact with other spacefaring races a secret. Someone even
brought up the example of antigravity drives, resonance and plasma cannons
patented recently by German corporations as evidence of extraterrestrial
technology infiltrating planet Earth. The scandal that kicked up was highly
publicized and the broadcast of the European Parliament session was cut off. I
don't even know how it all ended. What do you think? Will our politicians
finally open up about the game that bends reality?"
I for some reason doubted that severely, which I told Shoot_to_Kill
and the other listening troopers openly. In our world, over the last few weeks
there had been anomalies in Antarctica and a few other areas that had
"dropped out of space." Earth's astronomers had been detecting
strange anomalies on the Moon and deviations in the trajectories of various
astronomical bodies. Every day there were more and more facts to suggest game
reality was seeping into our real world, and that our two parallel worlds were
trying to collapse in on each other come what may. But for the time being, all
that was being ignored by prominent politicians and all mention of the game
that bends reality was ruthlessly censored in all mass media.
After all, for the powers that be, admitting that there exist more
advanced civilizations and that our Earth is but a mere grain of sand in the
scope of grand space politics would be equivalent to death. Who would reckon
with terrestrial governments when there are much more powerful entities above
them? Who needs terrestrial computers, automobiles, airplanes and other 'modern
marvels' when all that is hopelessly antiquated junk, many centuries behind
truly modern technology? Who needs trillions of paper dollars, a currency that
is not in use anywhere else in the galaxy?
"Stupid on their part," my orange Translator cut in,
revealing a flawless knowledge of Russian. "Your politicians and ruling
clans won't be able to keep silent and deny the truth forever. One day, the new
reality will be revealed. There's no avoiding it. What will your stubborn
politicians say when starships belonging to the Meleyephatian Horde or other
invaders appear in the sky? Will they continue to admonish their subjects not
to believe their own eyes, claiming that none of it is true?"
I responded to Gerd Ayni that it wasn't all so hopeless. Leading
politicians and the heads of highly powerful corporations are for the most part
very smart and insightful. They won't go blindly denying the new reality. In
fact, they will instead try to adapt to the new conditions and strive to retain
their high status if at all possible.
Ever since my last meeting with the curators of the Dome project, I
knew that the existence of the game that bends reality was no secret to the
world's most prominent politicians. And now that I had become Kung and had the
chance to talk with representatives of the largest terrestrial factions, I knew
for certain that more and more famous people were entering the game that bends
reality. Politicians and their family members, business tycoons, famous
athletes and celebrities. In fact, the same thing was happening on my version
of Earth as on the magocratic world, albeit with a slight delay, with the
powerful now competing to see who could be best at the game that bends reality.
There were now even "commercial factions" like H13 and H33, where
prominent politicians, bankers and CEOs of large corporations levelled their
characters with tight security at an accelerated pace under the watchful eye of
experienced players. There were even now companies that could boost a person's
Fame to get them the rank of Gerd.
"I have already seen such players," Shoot_to_Kill spat
scornfully out of his cracked-open helmet visor. "There are even some in
our Human-3 Faction, though the 'backup' Russian Human-23 Faction specializes
in them more. Senators and Duma deputies along with their extended families.
They're good for absolutely nothing – don't wanna work, and you can't send such
famous people out to stand watch at the border. You definitely won't get them
to work in the mines either. They just use the game to treat chronic ailments
and take up virt pods in the corncobs under the Dome which could be used to
greater effect."
"However, I have heard that they pay our faction good
money," Nelly Svistunova spoke up, another familiar First Legion veteran.
"And they bring valuables into the game which are traded for monetary
crystals to Kosta Dykhsh's dealers or sold here in the space port."
"Yeah, I know..." Shoot_to_Kill winced in dismay.
"When they first enter, they bring large faceted gemstones into the game
as well as gold and platinum jewelry worth millions of dollars and rare-earth
elements. They've even brought purebred kittens and puppies into the virtual
world. There is demand for terrestrial animals from the Geckho, though I don't
know what the furballs are using them for. Those kinds of players want to
become as rich in the virtual world as they are accustomed to being in our
reality right away. A certain percentage of our faction's red crystals come
from these noveau-riches. Also in the real world the Dome project's financing
has been improving by leaps and bounds. In fact, we now have everything you
could ever ask for under the Dome. But nevertheless I believe that politicians
and their spoiled kiddos are worthless ballast. Fifty decent Technicians or
Engineers would bring more money to the faction in the long-term
perspective."
The conversation went no further than that. The song In the Army Now suddenly blared out to
the entire spaceport from the speakers on the dispatcher tower. I don't know
when or how a drive of terrestrial music was brought into the game, or how the
Geckho found a compatible player, but it fit the moment perfectly so I smiled in
approval. Though in my personal view, the song Blood Type[2]
would have been a better fit. The only problem would be that not very many of
Earth's troopers would recognize or understand it unlike the highly popular hit
by the groups Sabaton and Status Quo. Just as the music turned on, the troops
stood up and started moving, slowly snaking into the bowels of the huge Third
Strike Fleet landing craft.
"Best of luck to the First Legion in the war against the
Meleyephatians!" I sent off my old friends, to which Shoot_to_Kill assured
me that his troops would not bring shame to Earth or its Kung and would never
retreat no matter how grueling the battle.
In any case, the troops considered me involved in this military
operation. I caught myself also thinking that no matter how I tried to abstract
myself from it and remember only my assignment from the Krong of my suzerains.
I just couldn't stay out of such a historic event. I stood on the space-port
field for at least another half hour, seeing off the endless columns of Army of
Earth soldiers and getting a sense of their overall mood. They felt pride both
personal and for our entire world, thirst for adventure and slight tension,
confidence in their abilities and an insurmountable desire to prove to the
whole galaxy what the humans of Earth were capable of.
***
The frigate Tamara the Paladin
was ready for lift-off, the whole crew had taken their seats. Every box on the
pre-takeoff checklist had been ticked, the engines were warmed up and takeoff
permission had been duly granted. But rather than give the final command, I was
glancing at the clock and awaiting my wife. Princess Minn-O La-Fin had been
told the Ruler of the First Directory was heading on a long-distance space
voyage, and so I was expecting her to show up. And just then my wayedda's
shuttle appeared from the direction of the sea, took a wide curve over the
landing field and set down carefully five yards from the gangway. I went out to
greet my wife and help her out of the flying vehicle.
She looked a bit pale, but she was moving with confidence and her
happiness to see me was as sincere as could be. I gave Minn-O a warm hug.
"How are you?"
"The doctors say I'm out of the woods and the child is no
longer in any danger. That has already gone out on First Directory news and our
subjects are jubilant."
Strange answer. The feelings of our subjects were the last thing I
cared about. Minn-O and our child's health was of much greater importance. I
lifted her in my arms and carried her into my ship, setting her in an armchair
in the common room. My Medic Gerd Mauu-La Mya-Ssa extended her a glass of water
at once and the Princess accepted it gratefully, took a few sips and set it
aside.
"My husband..." uncertainty and anxiety slipped though in
the shaking voice of the ashen-skinned beauty. "I cannot go to space with
you. If I do, I am afraid I might lose the child... You will have to appoint
another wayedda."
Ah, so that was what had Minn-O so worried. In the laws of the
magocratic world, a wayedda was required to accompany her husband everywhere,
which in her situation was a great risk. The high g-forces and hazards of deep space
are not the greatest thing for a woman going through a difficult pregnancy. The
Miyelonian Medic backed the Princess up.
"Calm down, I was not planning to put you or the child at risk.
Stay in Pa-lin-thu under doctors' supervision and go into the game as much as
you can. And as to reassure you and shut up all those in the magocratic world
who wish us ill, from this very minute you are my senior wife once again. I
will make an official declaration to that effect."
They seemed to be simple words, but the Princess suddenly burst into
tears. I even had to calm her down. The crew members in the room stepped out so
Minn-O wouldn’t be embarrassed.
"That is nice," she said, drying her tears. "My
husband, are you aware that the uprising of Tamara's fanatics is settling down?
After the only nonmage ruler Ui-Taka swore allegiance to you, and after it was
confirmed that Tamara is working for the Ruler of the First Directory, the
cities we'd lost control of are returning to the fold with their legal rulers
one after another. There still are of course the looniest fanatics who will
fight to the very end, but their support among the population has fallen
noticeably. All the news channels keep talking about the new laws Archmage
Coruler Gnat La-Fin will be announcing any day now."
I shuddered when I heard the strange new title of Archmage and
figured I had misheard, but then she confirmed:
"Yes, yes, my husband! That is what they're calling you now – the only
Archmage in the whole magocratic world. Even members of the great mage-ruler
dynasties of La-Shin and La-Varrez have confirmed that title for you, tripping
over each other to do so and forgetting about all their hostile moves in the
past, swearing their allegiance to you. The people expect new laws and a
general thaw for the common population. Your support from the people is greater
than ever. And not only in the First Directory. I'm even thinking..."
Gerd Minn-O La-Fin fell silent, unable to find the courage to finish
her sentence. I had to make use of psionics and read what the Princess was
afraid to say out loud.
"My husband, if you
name yourself the sole ruler of the magocratic world, you will find enough
supporters to make that an official reality. There will be resistance both from
the old mage-ruler dynasties and Tamara's fanatics, but it will be possible to
suppress that resistance by force. Think about it. This kind of chance only
comes around once in a lifetime. My grandfather Archmage Thumor-Anhu La-Fin would
have done exactly that, as would any relative in my paternal line. Prove
yourself a true ruler of the great La-Fin dynasty!"
Mental Fortitude skill
increased to level one hundred twenty-five!
Danger Sense skill
increased to level one hundred forty-three!
The transition from weepiness to cold calculated suggestion of
starting a great war for power went too swiftly. I was on guard even before the
system messages appeared before my eyes. No, I couldn't bring my tongue to call
my wife harmless and fluffy. No matter what, the Princess was a member of an
ancient dynasty of mage rulers. But even for Gerd Minn-O La-Fin the suggestion
was too cruel. That put me on guard and made me squeeze out through my teeth in
dismay:
"I'll consider it. But if you try to attack me with magic
again, you'll spend the rest of your pregnancy locked up in a clinic."
A look of utterly sincere panic was shown on Minn-O's face.
"My husband, I swear it wasn't me! I never even would have
dreamed of doing such a thing! It was..." the Princess lowered a hand and
rubbed her slightly rounded belly.
What??? Was my wife seriously suggesting my unborn son had done
that? Was that even possible? Minn-O nodded to say I understood everything
properly.
"Our future child possesses powerful psionic magic and already
had his own opinion on the matter. Within him is concentrated the might of a
great many generations of mage rulers of the ancient La-Fin dynasty, multiplied
by the power of magic from your world. The Mage Diviner told me that our son's
power will know no equal. The thread of the probable future is still very thin
and fragile, but our son will potentially be able to unite the various branches
of humanity under his rule. He could be the one to make humanity into one of
the great spacefaring races. As a matter of fact, we stand to become a dominant
power in the galaxy."
Just what I needed... What I heard made my head spin. After all, the
Mage Diviner hadn't told me anything like that even though we had a substantive
discussion about all kinds of important matters earlier in the day. And then it
hit me with abundant clarity that my Chief Advisor Gerd Mac-Peu Un-Roi was not
so much loyal to me as he was to my yet unborn son who he sees as the hope for
restoring the magocratic world to its bygone glory and making a decisive step
forward for all humanity. I meanwhile am just a tool to provide my son a
springboard for future achievements. And I will be gotten rid of as soon as I'm
no longer needed.
I didn't even know whether to be happy or sad. The news was just too
ambiguous. Alright, time will tell. I extended a hand cautiously and rubbed my
wife's belly.
"Keep him safe, Minn-O! Our son is our greatest treasure. I
will try to make his life as safe as possible by defending our world against
all possible invaders."
As soon as Minn-O's shuttle took off and left the space port's
danger zone, I ordered the airlock closed and we took off. Time for new
achievements. Distant stars awaited!
Chapter Three. Habitable Rings
I don't like taking off with its going through the atmosphere, violent
shaking and high g-forces. Your arms and legs feel heavy as cast lead, the
blood pounds in your temples, it's hard to move. I wanted to close my eyes and
disassociate from it all but doing so just made matters worse. I started to
feel nauseous. I even had a cowardly thought flicker by that I should leave the
game for twenty minutes to skip this unpleasant part of the flight. But I
shooed it right off – it isn't proper for a famed Free Captain to do that. It looks weak
and would be bad for my Authority. Furthermore, this time the unpleasant
sensations were nevertheless bearable. It used to be much worse. Which is why I
tried a new tactic – I opened the star map and attempted to keep my mind busy. I was most
of all interested in the Rorsh star system with its space prison for
particularly dangerous criminals. The deadline was ticking ever nearer, and it
was not a great idea to take lightly the threats of the space mafiosos from the
Hive of Tintara.
The space atlas said that Rorsh is in Meleyephatian space, but it
had no inhabited planets or settlements. No surprise. A secret prison has no
place in a normal star atlas. I switched to the more complete map I had in Tamara the Paladin's navigation
computer. That map contained additional information from a secret crystal drive
we'd captured from the Meleyephatian Horde and it did show the prison. It also
depicted a Meleyephatian military base located in a nearby asteroid belt.
Hmm... I was intrigued and read into the accompanying information. The map
indicated the ships normally based there, consisting of a squad of twelve
Pato-Vee interceptors, ten Tolili-Ukh X modular frigates in "heavy
shock" configuration and one Mirosssh-Pakh II assault cruiser. Not all
that many if you think about it, but easily enough to take care of my twinbody.
And although it may have been outdated information and that flotilla could have
been called into the war with the Geckho or their new enemy, I still needed to
assume the prison was under guard and I would not be able to simply capture it
just like that.
By the way, I noticed that the Rorsh system was not very far away
from the zone of conflict with the Composite. Just two ummi’s flight from the
Throne World for my frigate, and even less for speedy Dero interceptors. The
military base staff and prison guards were probably now on tenterhooks
shivering in fear for their lives and expecting dangerous starships to appear
from another galaxy at any moment. I suspect the Meleyephatians will be glad to
see any aid sent by the Horde. Especially if it proves true that the Composite
invaders are jamming comms and orders from the Throne World and other systems
under attack are not reaching the system. There was something there and the
localized lack of information was something I could try to use be portraying
myself as an emissary from command. Though it's still risky. The prison guards might
have clear instructions to shoot down all starships entering their zone of
responsibility. Especially those on the enemy list. It would be better to set
aside breaking Prince Hugo out of prison until the Meleyephatian Horde's true
opinion of me was cleared up.
I turned my attention to other points in the galaxy that piqued my
interest. The Cleopians, Esthetes, Jargs and other Geckho vassal races... Yes,
I needed to meet up with all of them to establish political and military ties.
I was particularly interested in the Cleopians. With many legs and arms, the
clunky looking creatures had no discernable sense organs and were covered in a
thick layer of green and brown hide. Something like living trees or treefolk
from fantasy literature but smaller in the game that bends reality.
The Cleopians were famed for their dogged persistence and ability to
go without food due to photosynthesis, sucking nutrients from soil, water and
even air. Entirely impervious to poison and hard to kill with laser or other
light firearms, they could even survive quite a long time in a total vacuum or
while being hit with harsh radiation. With no gender, they could increase their
population by fission and cleavage, giving them a reproduction rate other races
could not even approach. To split a Cleopian with a blade would mean only
creating a second opponent. For the same reason, grenades and explosives were
entirely ineffective against them. Every chip or scrap of a Cleopian's body
could live independently and would with time transform into a fully-fledged individual.
Fairly languid and apathetic in their day-to-day lives, they could spend a long
time in one position, not reacting to the outside world while storing up
energy. But in critical situations they could move quicker than Miyelonians
while their roots and outgrowths could get through even the heavy armor of a
Geckho. On top of that, they were very smart with highly advanced science and
culture. The Cleopians made space flights and even conquered distant planets
long before they ever encountered the Geckho.
According to the description, they made ideal soldiers and
colonists, capable of quickly spreading throughout the Universe and settling
even planets other races would find inhospitable. But that was not the whole
truth. Although Cleopian research vessels could be found throughout the galaxy,
and their traders and mercenaries were frequent visitors to populated Geckho
and Trillian stations, the Cleopians lived exclusively in the Serpea star
system, having settled every planet within it and even all large asteroids.
Serpea was the only place that interested their race, and Cleopians only felt
truly themselves in their home system. And given all planets in the star system
that could be settled had already long since been brought into the fold, the
Cleopians had begun to actively build up nearby cosmos. There were more and
more homes made out of old starships orbiting around their system's blue star,
more and more new force-fielded palaces drifting through space all the time.
Meanwhile though the Cleopians were constantly at war between one
another for better spots beneath the light of their blue star, they did not see
particular reason to take part in external conflicts. Still, they were loyal
Geckho vassals and carried out all the suzerains' orders, providing the
requisite number of troops to the Geckho army and all that. But the race's
entire history was one of endless squabbling between members of the ruling
dynasty for a place in the sun between the clans they controlled. That was how
Kung Eesssa the Betelgeuse Planet Devouress got her hands on the full case of
Precursor stones – she was awarded them for help getting rid of a whole list of
relatives of the current Cleopian ruler King Edeyya-U. Furthermore, he knew a
suspicious amount about ancient races, particularly the Relicts. I badly wanted
to meet with him and figure out the reason the Cleopian ruler was so incredibly
knowledgeable. Well and naturally come to an agreement with the Cleopians to
cooperate in trade and military affairs.
I was also interested in the interspace "pocket" the
Relict Hierarch used after coming under siege. Rescuing him was my mission, and
for completing it I'd been promised a higher rank on the Pyramid. Even though it
was fraught with danger. If the Relict under my command Urgeh Pu-Pu Urgeh joins
together with the Hierarch and goes against me, the risk of losing the mobile
Relict laboratory would be too high. If it goes so far as a talk with the Hierarch
and the automatic Precursor hunters guarding the ancient ship let me through to
the besieged starship rather than destroying my ship as soon as I entered space
under their protection...
"Captain, we have exited Earth orbit. What are your further
instructions?" the voice of my main pilot Dmitry Zheltov tore me from my
study of the space map, and I closed the screen.
Yes, my method of distracting myself from the takeoff had proven one
hundred percent effective. The unpleasant sensations just passed me by as the
starship emerged into space. On the big screen I could see the blue ball of my
home planet. Clouds, seas and continents below them. On that backdrop, I could
distinctly make out the two interceptors of the Geckho's terrestrial services
passing through the atmosphere, having taken off after us.
"Are we waiting for the Relict laboratory?" suggested my
Navigator Ayukh, but I responded negatively.
"Now it is not only those two interceptors," I pointed at
the markers of the approaching Geckho starships. "All the great space
races want to know if we're going to summon the mobile Relict laboratory. And
if we do, they want to see how so they can do the same without us after. I
wouldn't be surprised to discover a whole fleet of cloaked frigates next to us
right now representing all the great space races. So we will just sit around
doing nothing as if we are having a hard time establishing contact with the
overly independent Relict technology. And that is in fact truly how it is. For
some reason, I can't sense the station responding..."
That was not actually true, and I had already been mentally
communicating with the laboratory, preparing it to accept coordinates for an
instant transport. But my Navigator and all the others in the crew could not be
allowed to know that. A captain must have his secrets.
"Alright. No sense in waiting," I said out loud a minute
later, straining to put a frustrated and disappointed expression on my face.
"Ayukh, I want you calculating coordinates for hyperspace jumps to three
systems. Write this down. The Serpea system, exiting a few thousand miles from
the third planet. The Rorsh star system. There are no planets there, so just
keep away from the asteroid belt. And finally, the subspace pocket we landed in
once because of the Precursor symbiotes. You should still have all the
parameters for that jump saved. Send all data necessary to complete those three
warps to my monitor."
If the Navigator was surprised by his Captain's strange order, he
didn't show it and quickly started clacking his claws on the keyboard. Soon,
columns of numbers appeared before my eyes. I launched a program to reformat
the data for Relict computers and mentally transmitted the order to the mobile
station. A response came in saying the command had been received and my link with
the laboratory had been severed.
Machine Control skill
increased to level one hundred fifteen!
Mental Fortitude skill
increased to level one hundred twenty-six!
Psionic skill increased to
level one hundred twenty-eight!
Excellent! I wiped the perspiration from my brow. That was hard
work! I'm not sure anyone else currently alive in the galaxy would have been
able to pull it off. Well, apart from perhaps the Relict Hierarch who I had
been tasked with rescuing by the Pyramid and was currently in stasis. But what
mattered was that it worked, and the priceless mobile laboratory was sent to
the coordinates I indicated to await new commands. And we would be getting on
our way. I turned to the senior pilot.
"Dmitry, set a course for vector seventeen – one oh four – eleven. Accept
coordinates from Ayukh for a jump to the Serpea system. We will be warping to
the Cleopians, a Geckho vassal!"
The pilot started turning the frigate, watching the digits run
across his screen when suddenly he turned to me with a look of surprise and
doubt on his face.
"Captain, that will push the limits of our starship technically.
The spatial disruption is too long, our energy supply will go down to two
percent charge. It's a whole six ummi in hyper. We've never made such a long
jump before. Just to be safe, should we break it down into two jumps?"
"No, no need. I've checked it twice," our experienced
Navigator cut in, notes of offense slipping through in his voice due to the
doubts voiced about his professionalism. "It's within range, though just
barely."
The pilot looked again at me with worry and simultaneously hope, but
I got up from my console and headed to leave the captain's bridge, showing with
my whole appearance that the conversation was over. Our Jarg Analyst got up
from the neighboring workstation and hurried after his Captain on all six legs,
trying to slip through the still barely open door – the space
"armadillo," due to his short stature, was unable to reach the door
opening device. I ordered the card reader on his bunk door to be placed lower
than the others, but the other ones in the starship stayed at the same height
because otherwise the taller Geckho would start to have problems getting
around.
Our Analyst picked up the pace in the hallway and caught up to me.
After that, he stopped in front of me and slipped the Universal Translator
around his neck:
"Captain Gnat! Needed
Cleopian. Living on habitable rings of planet. Ring three. Sector nineteen.
Permission from secretary. Appointment only. Long time. Otherwise no see.
Cleopian bureaucracy be scare."
It was a fully understandable message, and I myself had already read
in a guide about the location of the space palace of the ruler of Serpea and
the habitable rings and knew where to go. But I was interested in how the
Analyst knew which precise member of the Cleopian race I was headed to see.
What inputs had he used to make his conclusion that I wanted the ruler
specifically rather than one of his hundreds of millions of subjects? Or had
the Jarg learned to read thoughts?
"No, not reading.
Thoughts. Jargs cannot to do. But the word Serpea was just one time. Spoken.
Within these walls. Meleyephatian Gerd Eeeezzz 777. Telling about work for
Betelgeuse Planet Devouress. Working for Prince Edeyya-U, ruler of Serpea-III
and habitable rings. I am to hear and listen. Then I look who is now. He is
Prince. Leng Edeyya-U the Sixth. Elderly King of Cleopians. Survived seven
hundred eighteen assassination attempts. Now admits no visitors. Without long,
long checking."
So there it was... The unforeseen difficulty. I didn't want to waste
a bunch of time on bureaucratic negotiations and checks. Was I really flying to
Serpea for nothing? But there was no way back now – based on the sudden
brief sensation of falling and flickering lighting throughout the ship, there
had indeed been enough energy and the Tamara
the Paladin had already entered a hyperspace tunnel leading to the Cleopian
homeworld.
Chapter Four. High-profile wards
Six ummi in flight. To translate that into time units more familiar
to humans from Earth, it was a whole thirty-three hours cooped up in a
relatively small starship. And I couldn't much go into the real world. First of
all, safety instructions recommended against leaving the game in a "red
zone" where your in-game body would never disappear. And second, even if I
did go into the real world, what was there for me to do on the Miyelonian
station Kasti-Utsh III? Go looking for adventure on my backside? I had a few
too many foes, so Kung Gnat appearing in public places had become a liability
as proven by the recent attempt on my life in the restaurant on the Miyelonian
station. But what then? Sit tight in my hotel room under guard of the First
Pride and stare out my panorama window? A boring activity and unbefitting of
the Kung of Earth.
Furthermore, I was totally unprepared for a possible meeting with
Kung Keetsie Myau. I didn't know where the commander of the Fourth Fleet was
currently, but if the Great One still was on Kasti-Utsh III, it was a very real
possibility she would want to meet me. And what did I have to say to her?
Keetsie Myau had unambiguously expressed an interest in the mobile Relict
laboratory and even warned me what would happen if I refused. The Union of Miyelonian
Prides would go to war against the Geckho, which would be the single most
unfavorable outcome for my home planet, meaning an invasion would be
unavoidable. I didn't want to give away the invaluable laboratory but wheedling
and trying to hide behind a fog of promises wouldn't work against such an
experienced Truth Seeker. That was why I had been going into the real world
only when necessary for the last few days, which meant short breaks after I
died in training without so much as leaving the tiny room around my virt pod.
There was one other reason I was not burning with desire to go into
the real world. Of a personal nature. I suddenly had the distinct realization
that, in many ways, I had been trying to reach Kasti-Utsh III because I stood
to possibly meet Valeri the Tailaxian there. Her visits to my hotel room always
ended unexpectedly and often even outgrew themselves into psionic duels. But
even that had its charm. The obstinate and proud beauty was grateful to me for
saving her from her prison masters and didn't even try to hide the fact she
liked me. But all the same she had issued a serious challenge to my abilities
and I had to prove my power and validity. After Valeri fled, the Kasti-Utsh III
space station no longer held any attraction for me. As a safe haven for my
physical body it was also a poor solution and I had even considered changing my
exit point into the real world.
A delicate knock at the door distracted me from the sad thoughts and
I unlocked the door to the captain's bunk. In the doorway stood my business
partner Geckho Trader Uline Tar. Strange. The Captain's First Mate always had
access to my chambers and could simply open the door with her own key, but now
she preferred to knock.
"Something was telling me you were down in the dumps,"
Uline closed the door after her and took a seat on the flying armchair. "Did
something happen?"
"No, not really. I just feel empty or something," I poured
some orange juice into a set of glasses on the table and handed one to the
Trader, who loved the sour beverage. "The last few days have been a real
wild goose chase between assembling the Army of Earth and the exhausting
training sessions, then handling a bunch of day-to-day issues for the Relict
Faction. I've been sleeping only two or three hours a night. I'm immeasurably
tired. And now that all that's over, I am too tired to even gather my thoughts.
I need to compose a speech for my subjects in the First Directory and the
entire magocratic world. My citizens are impatiently awaiting new laws for their
planet to live by. But I realize that I have neither the emotional state nor
the proper mood."
"Then I guess I came at a very bad time," Uline rumbled
out and bared her teeth in a semblance of a smile. "The thing is just that
the start of every new journey in the past has been marked by a celebration for
the crew. You would buy sweets, delicacies and drink and put on a feast in the
common room for the crewmembers to talk amongst themselves in an informal
setting. That really helped all our different races gel together. But just now
I realized that you aren't throwing any sort of get-together..."
Damn! She was right. With all the activities of the past few days, I
had somehow overlooked a very positive tradition in my crew and forgotten to
buy up everything I needed at the space port. And now it was too late, we were
already in space. And even in a hyperspace jump where getting cakes and booze
delivered would be a problem.
"I suspect, Gnat, that you spent a good amount on my wedding
and other important purchases, so now you're strapped for cash. And so I took
it upon myself to buy and organize everything. The feast table in the common
room is set and you're all the team is waiting on. Beyond that, we now have something
to celebrate."
Uline didn't say what though, expecting me to guess. Had I
overlooked something again? But what? I considered it unsporting to use
psionics and read the answer from Uline's thoughts, so I tried to guess on my
own. There were no new crew members – no one had taken Gerd T'yu-Pan for their
boarding team, which even prompted a bit of stomping from the Army of Earth
troopers who dreamed of coming to join my crew. Miyelonians and Geckho aren't
much for celebrating birthdays. Could it perhaps be one of the Humans'
birthdays? Or perhaps some kind of important state holiday for Trillians or
Jargs? No, not likely. Mentally running down the possible reasons for
celebration, I made an honest admission to my business partner that I did not
know.
"Tini Wi-Gnat has become a Gerd! Come along and congratulate
your ward!"
***
Tini accepted my congratulations and basked in the rays of glory.
The once ungainly and disheveled bush-league pickpocket I had first met on the
pirate station Medu-Ro IV was now a proud and capable level-106 Thief. A
specialist with knowledge of three galactic languages as well as all kinds of
locks and security systems, he was a skilled and fearless hand-to-hand fighter
with a good understanding of electronics, particularly surveillance and
password sniffing programs. And although by Miyelonian standards, Tini was
still an underage adolescent, it was no surprise he had been elevated to Gerd
status. My ward was now a recognized figure, and even enjoyed a certain amount
of authority. From the thoughts I'd recently "overheard" from Tini, I
knew that the adolescent had bought himself a condo in the real world in a
residential tower on the secure neutral planet of Porish II, which had a
primarily Miyelonian population, and deposited half a million crypto into his
bank account.
Now Tini was dancing with Amati-Kuis Ursssh, our Chef-Assassin whose
efforts were in many ways to thank for today's celebratory luncheon. Despite
their different races and especially sizes, their dance together was harmonious
and even beautiful. The entire crew was watching the couple and applauding.
"Captain Gnat, I say we have a drink!" with two glasses of
alcoholic cocktail in his paws, Gerd Mauu-La Mya-Ssa staggered over to me,
smiling his big toothy grin.
In my view, our Medic had already had plenty of alcohol for today.
Especially considering how much trouble he got into last time, overdoing it
with liquor after the complex surgical operation to remove the bugs from
Valeri's body. On the other hand, knowing about the accelerated Miyelonian
metabolism, I was absolutely sure the booze would go through his system very
quickly. Removing my arm from the orange Translator Ayni, who I had been embracing
and was squeezed up against me, herself also exhausted after the last few days
and dozing off on my shoulder, I took the glass and had a drink with the Medic.
"My captain," Gerd Mauu-La spoke out in an utterly sober
voice, lowering his voice to a whisper and giving his whiskered snout a nod
toward the sleeping Ayni, "how long can you torture her with your
ambivalence? Y'know she's up to her ears in love with you. The whole galaxy is
talking about it. So take her as a wayedda,"
the Miyelonian struggled with the foreign word. "Miyelonian law permits
such arrangements, and the priests of the Temple of the Great First Female are
willing to give their blessing. I heard so from the mouth of the Great
Priestess Leng Amiru U-Mayaoo herself when the incarnation of the Great First
Female was answering questions from pilgrims about your relationship. As a
Medic I can also say it would be physically possible, though of course no
offspring would result."
They just keep crawling into my life with their uncalled-for
advice... If it were anyone else, I probably would have sent them on their way,
quite rudely even. But this was a member of my crew who only wanted to help, so
I gave a response.
"I like Ayni. I have never hidden that. But still I don't want
to move too quickly and put the cart before the horse. We are both totally
happy with where our relationship is right now. Furthermore..." I looked
and made certain that all other team members were busy and not eavesdropping.
"Ayni was given a chance to advance our relationship and get rid of all
the interracial limitations. When we were here in this very room using the
Precursor crystals from Big Abi's pirate treasure, that was why I suggested she
take the black stone which started to glow purple when unthawed. She could have
become a human lady. But she refused."
"I didn't realize it at the time. And made the biggest mistake
of my life..." the orange kitty piped up, opening her eyes to show she was
not asleep and in fact listening attentively to my conversation with the Medic.
"But nevertheless, esteemed Gerd Mauu-La Mya-Ssa, I ask that you stay out
of my life. It's awkward enough to have every Miyelonian Pride talking about me
and deciding how I should live my life and what to do. I just feel nice with my
Captain. I can sense his warm feelings for me, and that's all I need."
Ayni placed her head on my lap and closed her eyes to show the topic
was no longer up for discussion. The Medic apologized for the lack of tact and
went off to pour himself some more alcoholic cocktails. But just then... A
strange silence suddenly lulled the din of the party, drawing my attention. I
looked up.
The reason they all clammed up was a Human girl appearing in the common
room barefoot wearing shorts and a light blue t-shirt. Gerd Soia-Tan La-Varrez,
a runaway from the La-Varrez Faction who had joined my Relict faction and given
me magical backup during training. Had that underaged fool exited the game on
my very starship?! And now after resting in the First Directory, had she come
back into the game to find herself in deep space aboard the Tamara the Paladin? Apparently so. But I
ordered her to remain on earth because perilous space is no place for a little
girl.
Looking around, Soia-Tan locked eyes with me and walked confidently
in my direction. All team members made way, letting the unexpected visitor
through to the Captain.
"Coruler Gnat La-Fin, I have come to join your team!" the
little squirt declared in Geckho, clearly so they would all understand her, her
small face poorly concealing a smirk as she relished the baffled looks on a
large number of spacefaring races.
Now there's a declaration... I stood up and took a skeptical look at
the little knee-high. A level-sixty-seven Psionic Mage. Yes, she had of course
leveled pretty well over our joint training sessions. But Gerd Soia-Tan had no
spacesuit, no weaponry, and really nothing worth mentioning. She had even
accidentally left her sandals behind somewhere. And what kind of help would she
be in space battles? Or what if the starship suddenly lost pressure or had to
land on a planet with unbreathable atmosphere? She would die right away. By the
way... Was that not a way out of this?
"Hey kid, where's your respawn point?" I asked sneakily,
inconspicuously setting my right hand on the grip of my Annihilator.
But Soia-Tan clearly saw what I was doing. A few seconds of anxiety
and discomfort on the girl's face gave way to poorly concealed jubilation:
"Now it's here, in this room Coruler Gnat! I am with you, and
you won't get rid of me so easily!"
So, what to do now? I took my hand off the Annihilator. No, the nice
way to handle this would be to shoot her two or three times as a lesson for
making such a bold move, but that wouldn't solve the problem. Now we'd have to
hire a starship in Serpea to send the little sorceress back home to Earth. And
she'd need a large, reliable escort because the little Psionic Mage had both
the ability and foolishness to take control of the guards' minds and run away.
"I for one like the little girl's moxie!"
The unexpected commentary belonged to Destroying Angel, which was a
surprise all on its own. The German gunwoman was generally known to be
tight-lipped and practically never said anything. Every sentence had to
basically be dragged out of her with a set of pliers.
"Capitan. Good news.
Gerd Soia-Tan. Will come in handy. Very useful. For all. If does not to die."
Uh, what the heck?! Now my Jarg Analyst was going to bat for the
little pipsqueak. Then Captain's First Mate Uline Tar unexpectedly declared
that she would buy a small light space suit for the human girl as soon as we
reached the Serpea star system. After that, it wouldn't have been right for me
to play the malicious monster and send the little mage back to Earth. I would
have to let Soia-Tan La-Varrez join my crew...
"I'm giving you seven chores around the starship for
disobedient behavior! You will scour the decks and help out Amati-Kuis Ursssh
in the kitchen," I rendered my verdict. "And don't think you'll get
special treatment because of your young age. Around here, even Princess Minn-O
La-Fin had to work just as hard as everyone else..." there I cut myself
off for a second, having realized the La-Varrez dynasty girl was also a
Princess by title. "Svetlana Vereshchagina and Destroying Angel will
hopefully share some of their clothes and shoes with you. As for where you'll
stay..."
"Captain, I request you place the newcomer in my bunk! After
all, she has left her family and is also technically your ward, just like me.
She is also a Gerd in status, so she and I are equals."
What? This day just kept bringing me surprise after surprise. Tini
Wi-Gnat, proud of his personal bunk on the starship and having categorically
refused all attempts to put anyone else with him was now suddenly suggesting
this on his own? Come on, that just couldn't be! Unless... I looked at the Mage
Psionic class of the little sorceress who was currently putting on a falsely
innocent face and looking ashamedly at the floor. Was it perhaps possible that
my team's unexpected gregariousness was not in fact coming from a desire to do
good, but rather mind control from the newcomer? After all, I had been told on
more than one occasion that Gerd Soia-Tan La-Varrez was a true star of the
ancient La-Varrez Dynasty of mage rulers and had massive potential as a
psionic. She was even used actively in the war against Tamara's fanatics where
the young Psionic Mage had made quite a good showing. Soia-Tan could even boast
combat experience in the real world unlike myself.
And given that, the newcomer had even more potential in my eyes as a
useful team member, so letting her join Team Gnat was completely justified. I
just needed to dot all the i's first.
"Listen, little one. If you use your abilities on team members
without my knowledge again, you'll be sent out the airlock to learn how to
breathe in a vacuum."
By the embarrassed blush on Soia-Tan's face, I could tell right away
I wasn't wrong, and she had used psionics. I frowned.
"And if you try to attack me..."
I didn't finish because the little sorceress hurried to cut me off.
"No, no, Archmage Gnat La-Fin. You won't have any problems from
me. I am not suicidal, and I understand who gave me refuge in the First
Directory."
Chapter Five. Soia-Tan La-Varrez,
Space Witch
I opened my eyes on the cot in my captain's bunk. I finally got
plenty of rest! To feel rested after so many days of frenzied racing around was
quite unusual, but very nice! The clock told me I had another two ummi in the
subspace tunnel ahead of me, so there was no rush to go anywhere. Out of an old
habit, the first thing I did was scan the ship by activating the corresponding
skill – I had to figure out what was happening on my frigate!
So. The number of markers on the minimap matches the list of team
members, which is most important. The only one on the bridge is second pilot
San-Doon Taki-Bu. Main pilot Dmitry Zheltov and Ayukh the Navigator are resting
after their shifts. For some reason there was a big crowd in the bunk of twin
brothers Basha and Vasha Tushihh. There I saw the markers of Gerd Uline Tar,
Taik Rekh the Gunner and even Avan-Toi the Supercargo. And just how did five
large Geckho fit into one small bunk? And what were they up to in there? I
zoomed in. Ah, I see. They're playing Na-Tikh-U, a common way for Geckho to
pass the time during long flights. This was clearly a tense match if it had amassed
such an audience. The only oddity was the fact my Jarg Analyst was also taking
part in the game. Ever since the Jarg outplayed the twin brothers Basha and
Vasha fifty times in a row, they had refused to sit at the three-dimensional holographic
board with him again. Now, seemingly, the two Heavy Robot Operators had been
joined by the Supercargo and the three Geckho were trying in concert to beat
the Analyst at this three-dimensional chess with elements of randomness,
cheered on by another two of their furry compatriots. Alright then, let’s see.
I personally wanted to know how it turned out.
Chef-Assassin Amati-Kuis Ursssh was in the galley along with the
little Princess Soia-Tan La-Varrez. Yes, she was being punished as she should
have been. Though now I took yesterday's incident with a smile. Why curse when
I myself was once just as disobedient, constantly shocking H3 Faction
leadership with my unexpected moves.
A whole group of people was gathered in the exercise room, including
the Miyelonian Medic and Trillian Gunner Gerd Ukh-Meemeesh. Based on the
positioning of the markers, my bodyguard Gerd Imran and boarding team commander
Gerd T'yu-Pan were trying to once and for all settle which of them was the
bigger badass. The last time they went head-to-head on the strength trainers
and barbells lasted until Imran tore an intercostal muscle. That was why the
Medic was standing by. And this time, the beautiful Svetlana Vereshchagina and
Destroying Angel had come to watch the athletes as well. The NPC Dryad was also
there, so the dispute was one of principle this time and neither of them were
going to simply give in. No big deal. Exercise is good for my team's
characteristics and skills, while any possible wounds would be quickly healed
by the game.
The remaining crew members I found in the common room around the
Bard. As you might imagine, Vasily Filippov was again playing his guitar
surrounded by grateful listeners. It should be said that the professional
soldier really had a knack for performing his own compositions, and the game
had a very good reason for awarding him that specific class. A nice activity.
Overall, everything was quiet aboard the Tamara
the Paladin.
The only thing that bothered me was the Relict Gerd Urgeh Pu-Pu
Urgeh, who was again sitting alone in his bunk rather than coming out to join
the rest of the crew. The Relict ignored attempts by the team to get to know
him and took as little part as possible in shared activities. With time, that
could be a problem. All my attempts to get the Relict out of his shell and
integrate him into the crew had not yet met with any success. Gerd Urgeh Pu-Pu
Urgeh preferred to be alone, going into the real world whenever he got the
chance and spending a long time missing there. I knew the Technician was busy
at the far away Syam Tro VII Refuge getting the artificial planetoid's systems
back up and running after millennia of inactivity. He was talking with the
sanctuary's artificial intelligence and they were trying to figure out a way to
get the equipment back online. He was looking for failures in the power supply
lines, replacing inoperable elements, and sorting through spare parts for
devices that had stopped working properly. He was also slowly but surely
draining the flooded levels, trying to get into the still inaccessible rooms of
the huge complex.
Working all alone was hard on Urgeh Pu-Pu Urgeh physically, but
above all emotionally. The upwelling of enthusiasm I had seen in the Technician
after his successful exit into the real world had slowly faded. He hadn't
encountered any living Relicts, and it was an unbearable burden for the member
of a once numerous ancient race to constantly see the hundreds of thousands of
empty virt pods. Furthermore, food had become a serious issue. The hydroponic
farms weren't operating because their seeds and spores had died out over the
millennia, while the so-called "invar" the Technician was planning to
hunt turned out to be quite dangerous and themselves nearly ate the last Relict
in existence, leaving him with a severe wound. They bit three of Urgeh Pu-Pu
Urgeh's limbs off his carapace and tore into his soft yielding belly, just
about disemboweling the Relict. How these mysterious predators looked I had yet
to uncover because Gerd Urgeh Pu-Pu Urgeh's explanation contained lots of vague
and even contradictory elements. Somehow they were both aquatic creatures and
able to move through the dark narrow corridors the water had already been
pumped out of. Perhaps the term "invar" actually referred to more
than one biological species. Or various stages of maturity of the same creature
like chrysalis – larva – adult.
Fortunately, the game healed his wounds. And given enough food in
the game that bends reality, his physical body could go a long time without
anything to eat. But it was mainly only to dine, heal and rest after long
grueling work that Gerd Urgeh Pu-Pu Urgeh came back into the game. The Relict
didn't feel at home in my crew and avoided talking with the rest of the team.
In theory I could have sent him Relict Faction players to help out.
After all, there was nothing stopping me from finding volunteers to set their
exit points into the real world as virt pods in the refuge. However, that would
be a potentially deadly venture. There was a serious risk my people would find
themselves in complete darkness with unknown atmospheric composition and
dangerous predatory invars scrounging all around. Or they could find themselves
on a completely flooded level.
No, I did not want to put my people at risk. Beyond that, when I
tried to discuss helping the Relict repair his shelter, he came out strongly
against the idea. For Urgeh Pu-Pu Urgeh, the Syam Tro VII Refuge was his
civilization's last remaining territory and he did not want to allow outsiders
to visit. I read in the technician's thoughts that he was planning to use the
shelter to settle the Relicts we might find on the Hierarch's ship. And the
Syam Tro VII Refuge not being ready to receive the survivors was the only
reason the Technician had yet to insist I keep my promise and go help the Hierarch
at once. Which was fine by me.
So alright, I had figured out the situation on the frigate. I got
dressed and cleaned myself up. But before going to see the team, I took care of
one last important thing – I needed to decide what direction to take my character. Until
recently, I had been doggedly levelling my Gnat's skills toward being able to
one day use the Tachyon Bender. But now that the accessory had taken its place
in the ancient Listener armor suit, I needed a new reference point to shoot
for. I opened my stats window.
Kung Gnat. Human. Relict Faction. |
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Level-109
Listener |
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Statistics: |
|
Strength |
14 |
Agility |
18 |
Intelligence |
39 + 7 |
Perception |
35 + 2 |
Constitution |
18 |
Luck modifier |
+3 |
Controlled
drones |
3 of 3 |
Parameters: |
|
Hitpoints |
2570 of 2570 |
Endurance
points |
1832 of 1832 |
Magic points |
3187 of 3229 |
Carrying
capacity |
62 lbs. |
Fame |
110 |
Authority |
115 |
Skills: |
|
Electronics |
103 * First
specialization taken |
Scanning |
81 |
Cartography |
90 |
Astrolinguistics |
111 * First
specialization taken |
Rifles |
68 |
Mineralogy |
61 |
Medium Armor |
104 * First
specialization taken |
Eagle Eye |
113 * First
specialization taken |
Sharpshooter |
55 |
Targeting |
73 |
Danger Sense |
143 * First
specialization taken |
Psionic |
131 * First
specialization taken |
Mental
Fortitude |
128 * First
specialization taken |
Machine
Control |
116 * First
specialization taken |
Mysticism |
85 |
Telekinesis |
60 |
Training |
47 |
Disorientation |
42 |
Attention!!! You have three unspent skill points. |
There was an ever-stronger slant toward psionic abilities, but guns
and everything connected with them were lagging behind. I was also bothered by
Scanning – though it was a skill I used all the time, every time it cooled down
as a matter of fact, I had only gotten it up to eighty-one even though my
character was already at one hundred and nine. I had to do something about
that. The nice way would be to take an armful of geological analyzers and visit
a series of asteroids in search of valuable minerals. At the same time, I would
be pulling up Minerology and Cartography. However, where was I supposed to find
the free time for that?
It would also be nice to start visiting the firing range regularly
to bring up my lagging shooting skills. That was much easier to remedy though – we'd be in
flight for another two ummi, and I could do some shooting at the frigate's gun
range. Astrolinguistics I could also improve by talking with Trillians, the
Relict and the Jarg in my crew.
But first and foremost my Gnat was a listener, and that class was intended
to use psionics and work with mechanical devices. The total number of Magic
Points and their restore speed were becoming more critical all the time. And so
I invested all three free skill points into Mysticism then closed the window
and went out to see my team.
***
"Son of a...!" I could hardly resist using psionic magic
when a sinister figure wrapped in a dark robe came around the corner of the
hallway to greet me with a hood over their head.
"Greetings, Captain Gnat!"
Before me, her eyes staring ashamedly at the floor with a heap of
dirty dishes in her hands stood Gerd Soia-Tan La-Varrez. She was dressed in
something resembling a hybrid between a Catholic nun's dark habit and the grim
reaper’s mythical robe. I don't know where Svetlana Vereshchagina and
Destroying Angel had dug up the dark robe on the star frigate, but I had
questions for them. I asked the young sorceress to set the dirty dishes on the
table and follow me, going straight into the gym.
When the captain came in, the team started their training exercises
while Gerd Ukh-Meemeesh the Trillian helped the boarding team leader as he
wheezed in tension, plucking the five-hundred-pound barbel off the man's chest
with one hand without apparent effort.
I gestured for the Assassin and Gunfighter to step forward, and
asked:
"I won't ask what roleplay games you were keeping this habit in
your wardrobe for," I pointed at the embarrassed Soia-Tan standing next to
me. "But do you really think this is any way for a thirteen-year-old girl
to dress? Couldn't find any decent pants or dresses? You must be big fans of Star
Wars given how you’ve dressed our Psionic Mage. She's basically Soia-Tan
La-Varrez, space witch!"
"Why not? Our enemies'
morale will take a hit as soon as they see her!" Space Commando Eduard
Boyko laughed happily, and a few other crew members supported him.
But I didn't find this mockery of a high-level Princess from the
ancient La-Varrez dynasty to be anything to laugh at. Which I told the team.
"But, Captain, she asked us to sew her that exact outfit!"
Svetlana Vereshchagina objected, clearly not understanding the reason for my dismay.
"For me to carry out the girl's request, I had to sacrifice my camouflage
Assassin suit, and Destroying Angel cut up one of her dresses."
"Did you ask for this?" I turned to the little Princess
for explanations and she nodded to confirm.
"Yes, Coruler Gnat La-Fin. I... it wasn't much, just a tiny
bit, but I did some digging in the crew's thoughts and realized it would be a
dramatic look. But that wasn't the main reason!" the girl practically
shouted out the last part when she saw the frown appearing on my face.
"It's just that I keep having the same dream over and over again. But this
time it was especially clear and vibrant. It's like a warning or a vision of
the future. Here it is."
A flood of thoughts and images came crashing down on me. Indistinct,
blurry. I had to relax and put down my mental defenses to make sense of the
"picture."
A huge room. Human guards
lining the walls in power armor. Behind them... unidentifiable tall creatures
that are definitely not human. Massive insects that look like praying mantises,
but not Meleyephatians and not Relicts. Before them, a carved throne and seated
upon it is a plump middle-aged monarch in a dark-blue army uniform with gold
epaulettes. The King's face has an old jagged scar running across his whole
cheek and forehead. Good thing his eye didn’t get hurt. There is a young Queen
sitting to the monarch's right with a doll face and pure white hair. To his
left... That's odd. It's an empty chair. And above it on the wall is a portrait
of a very dramatic woman with red hair and a bright crimson dress to match with
a deep neckline. And in the middle of the room... Surprising. Two girls with
their hands thrust forward standing opposite one another wearing identical
black robes going down to their very feet while the air between them sparked
and hummed with tension.
The vision flooded out of my mind and I found myself again standing
in the gym of my frigate, Tamara the
Paladin. But for some reason my hands were shaking, and my Magic Points
were down to zero. I wiped sweat from my brow. What even was that?
Psionic skill increased to
level one hundred thirty-two!
"I am the smaller of the two girls," the Mage Psionic told
me. "I don't know who my opponent is. All I know is that she finds it hard
to walk and barely speaks. But at that she is an extremely powerful psionic and
deadly! And this is not simply a meaningless dream. I consulted with relatives,
then Gerd Mac-Peu Un-Roi the Mage Diviner. They are all of the opinion that I
am seeing a probable future. A very important episode in the lines of the
probable future, the outcome of which will define the course of history. And it
is a battle I cannot lose!"
Chapter Six. The Price of
Domination
"Captain, don't be mad, but this isn't your thing!" the
leader of the boarding team Gerd T'yu-Pan patted me condescendingly on the
shoulder, taking away my last still unthrown knife.
I confess that, after spending several hours in a row shooting a
light rifle at erratically moving targets and levelling my shooting skills by
tiny bits, I was fed up. I brought up my Sharpshooter by one point, but that
was all. The result clearly did not justify the time wasted. Now here I was
trying to take part in my troops' training session where they were learning to
throw knives at targets shaped like Meleyephatians and various other spacefaring
races. Some might cringe at that and ask what good are knives in battle when
everyone has a modern laser weapon? But Gerd T'yu-Pan had a different opinion,
saying starkly that the enemy cannot fire a gun with their hand disabled. They
can't use Psionics either, with a knife sticking out of their head – and the large
head was in fact the weak point of the spiderlike Meleyephatians, who also
usually did not wear armor there, or armor that left it only partially covered.
Furthermore, there was nowhere in the galaxy where melee weaponry was banned
unlike firearms, which were forbidden on many space stations.
But... not on mine. Without the corresponding skills and with
utterly middling Agility, my Gnat could only hit the target every other time,
which was to say nothing of the fact that some of them didn't go in at all or
bounced away, much to my embarrassment. Compared to the others, especially
Chef-Assassin Amati-Kuis, seemingly having been born with throwing knives in
her hands, I looked truly weak and at times even comical. But I didn't give up
and asked to be given one more chance. This time I decided to change tactics
and use Intelligence rather than Agility, which my character was much stronger
in.
The six knives laid out on the table raised up into the air, hovered
there for a second and went racing forward. Hit! All six targets fell, hit the
weak spots, which were labeled with red markers. A few of the targets I
actually pierced straight through, which even the strongest team members
couldn't do. The condescending smiles on my team's faces gave way to looks of
surprise. Another batch of blades, and another rousing success.
"Ooh... ah!" my Chef Assassin shuddered in fear when the
miniature poison blades attached to the top of her claws broke away from their
anchors and went spinning in the air like a fanciful carousel of danger.
Go! Obeying my will, all six of the poisoned missiles stuck into the
exact center of the distant target with such dense grouping that it would be
hard to do any better by hand. Gerd T'yu-Pan walked up to the target, looked it
over and gave a few approving claps:
"Impressive!" the huge Shocktroop suddenly got down on one
knee and tilted his head. "Mage-ruler Gnat La-Fin, I beg apologies for my
insolence. I forgot what powerful mages can do and allowed myself unforgivable
words. It will not happen again! I swear it!"
Successful Authority check!
That cursed servile attitude toward mages, beaten into him since
childhood... But the thing I was not expecting at all was for the other members
of the boarding team to follow their leader and bow as well. Even Imran, who
had no relation to the magocratic world and had been with me since day one in
the game copied T'yu-Pan's gesture and got down on one knee. Tini, too. Taik
Rekh, as well. Even the Trillian girl Amati-Kuis lowered the front half of her
body to the very floor. I could feel an invisible but undeniable wall going up
between my team and me. It was as if I had fallen out of the social circle and
become an outsider.
I didn't enjoy the scene and rebuked myself for the lack of
restraint. I never should have put on this Telekinesis show and demonstrated
how vast the chasm was dividing Kungs from Gerds, much less common players. I
mean, what was the point? Was I so hard up for Authority? Did I want to bolster
my self-esteem and show off in front of my own team?
The only one left standing was the little Princess of the La-Varrez
dynasty, Gerd Soia-Tan. The little mage on the other hand liked what she had seen
and didn't even attempt to hide the smile of satisfaction. My assistant Gerd
Ayni also hesitated for a few seconds, but stayed upright nevertheless.
"On your feet, friends. And get back to training," I said
in the sudden silence, after which I tried to somewhat smooth over the
negativity and blow down the new wall of alienation. "Gerd T'yu-Pan, let
me remind you that you are not only the head of the boarding team, but also my
advisor in magocratic world affairs. I expect honesty from you, not servility.
And that means sometimes not only is the occasional insulting comment okay, but
in fact necessary. When you're done at the range, come to my chambers. We need
to talk."
The leader of the boarding team bowed respectfully, and I turned to
little mage Soia-Tan La-Varrez.
"Little one, I also expect you in the captain's berth for a
meeting. It is important for me to know what the old dynasties will think about
my proposed changes, and you will do great as a representative of the La-Varrez
mage-rulers. For you it will be a chance to prove yourself and be given a place
in the future government, so I expect you to bring the utmost engagement,
seriousness and openness."
The young psionic girl's eyes lit up and she promised to give everything
she had to prove herself.
***
I was sitting in my bunk looking through the Relict Faction's
innumerable pages of financial reports and unpaid bills. I'll admit, it was
enough to make me scratch my head. No, I had heard from my Chief Advisor Gerd
Mac-Peu Un-Roi that finances were strained, and he even had to pawn one of the
three Tiopeo-Myhh II interceptors to pay some vendors. But still I didn't think
the situation was quite that dismal. We had definitely gone into the red with
this explosive expansion, new nodes, many construction projects and army
draft... To be more accurate, we were down seventeen million Geckho monetary
crystals. And although the Kung of Earth's Authority and reputation as a swashbuckling
Free Captain allowed several contracts to be paid after fact for already delivered
weaponry or construction materials, and the suppliers didn't demand payment
upfront, that day was nevertheless inexorably approaching.
We would have to pay four and a half million monetary crystals just
to my business partner Uline-Tar for delivery of planetary shield generators on
the huge Kitivaru transport ship. That contract though was for payment upon
delivery and unloading, so we had another ten days before it was due. The other
issue was that I for now saw no sources of financing I could use to pay Uline
in any kind of reasonable timeframe. The platinum mine on the asteroid and
trade profits brought the Relict Faction and its leader money, but all that was
going to paying off a snowballing expense account. And I was forced to
constantly invest my personal finances into supporting my own faction. In fact,
it was only thanks to those investments that the situation had not spun out of
control and turned into a complete catastrophe.
The Relict Faction had been given a claim to twenty-three nodes on the
southern peninsula but getting them up to level two would take investment – around sixty
thousand crystals a piece, not including expenses for developing the
infrastructure there. Doesn't sound like much when taken separately, but in
total it added up to a tidy sum. And other than the "southern strip,"
we were building a high-speed causeway to the Chinese Faction, oil refineries
and petrochemical plants, a cargo port and a thermonuclear power plant. We also
couldn't ignore the six new nodes on the western shore of the bay around the
Geckho spaceport or the three distant nodes on the opposite end of the
continent that previously belonged to the North American H8 Faction.
And after all, there weren't only big construction projects on the
"small" continent. I also had the "big" continent of the
virtual Earth to think about, and everywhere needed money, money and more
money. And beyond level-one and -two nodes, the Relict Faction also had level
three, four and even five. All of them needed to be developed and built up,
while the future development costs would be an order of magnitude higher.
Another good chunk of money was going to the new ambitious project to get
together spaceships for the Relict Faction. Blueprints for them had been drawn
up by the greatest Constructor of all terrestrial factions Gerd Alex Bobl after
studying the technology of other spacefaring races together with a whole team
of Scientists and Engineers from allied factions.
The first two Sio-Fa-Urukh corvettes ("Defender" in
translation from the language of the magocratic world) were Near-Earth
Atmospheric fighters and were already being assembled in hangars on a site once
occupied by the plains of the Poppy Fields node. In fact, two thirds of the
parts for the corvettes had been made at my Relict Faction's factories. We were
only buying particularly hard-to-produce parts such as defensive shields,
gravity compensators and modern computers. We had also not fitted the ships
with hyperspace drives to bring down construction costs. We only planned to use
the corvettes inside the Solar System anyway. The Sio-Fa-Urukhs were fitted
with enhanced shields though as well as fully-fledged maneuver drives and main
thrusters, as well decent laser and rocket weaponry. These starships cost no
more than two million Geckho crystals, but in battle a Defender could easily go
toe-to-toe with a Meleyephatian frigate in Raider or Long-Distance Raider
configuration, or a pair of interceptors. What mattered most though was that
the Relict Faction could produce such corvettes all on its own in the
medium-term, meaning it would no longer depend on deliveries from deep space.
I didn't even consider freezing expenditures on the corvette
construction lines to save money – Earth having a space fleet was of vital
importance. I couldn't just stop some of the construction either because there
wasn't that much time left before the countdown would be up and to successfully
complete the mission of keeping both planets in existence, I needed to control
more than fifty percent of the virtual planet's game nodes. And that meant ever
more aggressive expansion, a constantly expanding roster of players for
completing tasks, capturing more uninhabited territory and... again more
expenses for building them up. Yes, with time all these acquisitions would
start to turn a profit, but right now the new nodes brought only expenses.
Furthermore, the thirty-percent tribute we paid to the suzerains on
all resources extracted and profits on goods sold was a heavy burden to bear.
Yes, the Geckho were rubbing their hands together in glee when they saw their
vassal factions’ significantly higher income streams and were using these funds
for constant construction work next to the spaceport and at other locations on
the planet. But for the Relict Faction, this tribute was a heavy yoke and the
only possible way to be rid of it would be for Earth's humanity to receive
independence. But a step that decisive would require expanded military
capabilities as well as financial and political clout.
Then what to do? Where to get money? Take out a loan from a Geckho
or Miyelonian bank? I suspect that such a famed Free Captain won't be turned
away, especially if I put up my starship Tamara
the Paladin as collateral. The price of my twinbody with the best equipment
was sixty million Geckho crystals at least, so the loan was sure to be
approved. However, I very much did not want to find myself in servitude to a
bunch of slick alien financiers. In fact, my Danger Sense skill piped up when I
even considered it.
My musings were interrupted by Gerd Uline Tar, who this time used
her key to come into the captain's berth without knocking. The huge furry
Geckho woman plopped down next to me and growled out:
"Gnnnat, you sad again? Ever since Minn-O and Valeri-Urla left
the crew, it's like there's no light in your life."
"It isn't about them... well, they are part of it. It's just
that there are problems building up all around me. And the team's behavior
today really upset me..."
I told my business partner what happened today at the gun range and
my other concerns. The burdensome political crisis in the magocratic world.
Financial problems. I couldn't spend too long in the real world. I wanted to
get it all off my chest, and there was no one else for me to pour out my soul
to. The Trader listened to me carefully, never once interrupting. Then she
responded to all points in detail.
"Such is the price of domination, Gnnnat. The Relict Faction
declared itself the hegemon of terrestrial factions, and now there's no turning
back. You'd be eaten alive. You can only afford constantly accelerating forward
motion, even if it is inevitably linked to expenses. And I must admit, I am
surprised there haven't been any attempts on your life. Earth leaders both from
your world and the magocratic one aren't just going to let their rule slip
between their fingers and getting rid of you would be the most obvious
solution. Always remember that and stay on guard in the real world. As for
finances, I can help. I'll look for delivery contracts we can pick up in Serpea
and see what goods are most promising for trade. Furthermore, it wouldn't be
too hard for me to get thirty million loaned by relatives. In fact, they
offered during the wedding to help 'build up my trading enterprise.' I could
get a large amount, too... A very large amount even. But that would require a
specific project outline showing dividends and some kind of guarantee. And what
about the team's opinion..."
Uline rumbled in satisfaction, embracing me with her powerful big
paws, squeezing me tight and, looking me top to bottom, bared her teeth in a
happy smile.
"Don't you worry about that, Gnnnat. Such is a leader's burden.
There's no way to become a big influential Kung while remaining a normal
player, open to a talk with anyone they come across. Even after I became a
Gerd, I noticed old girlfriends who used to come to me just for a chat or some
gossip about their gentlemen callers started giving me a wider berth. They're
afraid to bother me over minor issues, not wanting to distract me from
important issues as one of them admitted. Now just think how much different it
is for a Kung! As far as most players are concerned, you're a legend, an
untouchable star. They're afraid to even approach you. But know that you have
loyal friends you can always be yourself around. I am one of those friends. And
I think I have an idea for how to boost your mood..."
A measured knock at the door interrupted Uline's speech, and my
business partner sharply fell silent midsentence. And even slowly covered her
mouth with a broad furry paw as if she'd just said something she shouldn't have.
What idea was that? I used Psionics a bit later and realized that
"boosting my mood" was somehow connected with going into the real
world and my tailed orange girlfriend Gerd Ayni the Miyelonian. I didn't even
try reading thoughts because I was so let down. Now Uline Tar was trying to
give unsolicited advice about my relationship with the orange Miyelonian
Translator. I admit, I was expecting my business partner, someone who knew me
quite well, to do something less banal and predictable.
Then, somewhat ashamed, Gerd Soia-Tan La-Varrez and Gerd T'yu-Pan
walked into the captain's bunk. My business partner didn't embarrass them
further with her presence and went out into the hallway. I pointed the pair to
an armchair and couch, after which we started discussing the changes I as ruler
of the First Directory and one of the three remaining mage-rulers and sole
Archmage wanted to make to the magocratic world.
No, I was not planning to touch the fundamental principles of
magocracy because that would be just too radical a step. Society wasn't ready
for such big changes and would be up in arms. But repealing the majority of the
utterly senseless limitations to the rights of people with no magical abilities
was an obvious move. For example, common people could not hold offices such as
the CEOs of large companies or banks, heads scientific institutes or high
administrative posts such as city mayors, provincial governors or Directory
leaders. The example of the very successful and respected ruler of the Second
Directory General Ui Taka showed that this ban was now antiquated, was not
being upheld and had to be repealed.
The ancient ban on "mixed" marriages between mages and
nonmages was also begging for repeal. With boisterous declarations about the
sanctity of ancient law, mages regularly broke it when they stood to gain – an example of
that were the marriages of Coruler Thumor-Anhu La-Fin's nonmagical children, or
the classic example of Minn-O La-Fin, who was going to be forcibly married off
to a mage from house La-Varrez for the sake of the ancient La-Fin dynasty's
inheritance.
The two parallel judicial systems for mages and nonmages was also an
outdated concept, and I suggested bringing them together. But the most
important step I proposed was the creation of a parliament with members elected
from the common people of all sixteen Directories. That would serve as a safety
valve to let out societal tension and give a chance to the most well-known and
active citizens with no magical powers to express themselves in a fully legal
fashion with no rebellions or revolutions. The old Council of Mage Rulers would
retain the right to veto laws passed by the parliament, but I was certain the
wise mages wouldn't abuse that so the peoples' uprising that scared so many
would not happen again.
And at the pinnacle of the pyramid of power would be three rulers
chosen from among the very strongest mages on the planet, as it was before in
the magocratic world. I named myself one of the corulers, another spot was
reserved for a member of the La-Varrez dynasty. As for the third candidate, I
was willing to put it up for discussion with all the ancient dynasties. I also
turned down the chance to give myself more authority than the other two
corulers, even though in theory there was nothing to stop me from taking such
rights. Yes, I remembered my conversation with Minn-O La-Fin where she
suggested I make myself the sole ruler, but I wasn't confident I could do that
without a lot of bloodshed.
Despite how easily understandable my theses seemed, a bunch of
nuances and challenges cropped up, so the discussion lasted a while. For
example, how to protect a judge presiding over a mage psionic's trial. Mental
defense would be absolutely necessary, otherwise the defendant would be
guaranteed to walk away scot-free no matter what crime they may have committed.
Or the number of parliament members and strict formula governing deputies per
territory depending on population. Also how to avoid that parliament grinding
to a halt if two or more Directories found themselves at war.
We even invited another three natives of the magocratic world – Engineer
San-Sano, Timka-Vu the Machinegunner and San-Doon Taki-Bu the Pilot – to join in the
talks. And the longer we discussed the new changes, the finer details and
sticking points we uncovered. But then suddenly, our conversation was
interrupted by a message on the loudspeaker from Starship Pilot Dmitry Zheltov.
"Kung Gnat, please come to the captain's bridge. Your presence
is required," the player's voice was shaking in worry.
A few seconds before that I sensed our frigate leave hyperspace into
normal space. Had something gone wrong with our exit from hyper? Some kind of
technical glitch? I instantly hopped up out of the flying armchair and dashed
off to my workstation. Woah... This really was something that had to be seen in
person. The blue star was so bright that even our dimming filters couldn't
fully suppress the blinding light. The huge spindle-shaped space station was
two hundred fifty miles from us. Other than that there were thousands of
stationary and moving objects on the radar and big screen – starships,
autonomous shuttles, palaces of the local elite flying through space and the
shells of old starships refitted as residential structures.
Cartography skill increased
to level ninety-one!
Eagle Eye skill increased
to level one hundred twelve!
But that wasn't the most important part. Very near our frigate,
there was a whole flotilla of Meleyephatian combat ships. No less than two
hundred. Frigates, support ships, a pair of strike cruisers and even one huge
battleship, an unusual shape for the usual Meleyephatian heavy ship. I read its
information. Pikiuro, meaning "splendor" in Miyelonian. Strange. A
Horde ship with a Miyelonian name?
I looked it up in the ship search engine and read the information
that came on screen. It had been captured at dock in an uncompleted state during
the most recent conflict between the Horde and the Miyelonians, eight tongs
ago. After the peace agreement, the Union of Miyelonian Prides had attempted on
several occasions to purchase the huge ship back, but the leaders of the
Meleyephatian Horde were unwavering in their refusal. To them it was as
honorable a trophy as the severed tail of an enemy on one's helmet to a
Miyelonian. The computer also told me the Pikiuro was currently serving as
flagship for flotilla seventeen, which was part of the Horde's Eighth Fleet,
which was taking part in the war against the Geckho.
So all these ships are at war with the Geckho... And they probably
had not come to the home system of a Geckho vassal by accident. The nearest of
the Meleyephatian Horde ships were less than one hundred miles away, so our
frigate was easily in shooting range of the flotilla's on-board cannons.
It was too late to make any evasive maneuvers. Furthermore, our
equipment had already detected abnormal interest in the Tamara the Paladin from the Meleyephatian flotilla – we were being
scanned actively by several of the ships. But why wasn't the combat alert
sounding automatically?! I asked that question to the officers on the bridge.
"I don't know either," Dmitry Zheltov shrugged his
shoulders. "I wanted to do it manually, captain, but the on-board computer
marked all ships on the tactical grid as neutral, with white dots. And the
Meleyephatians really are not displaying any aggression, just scanning our
ship. They aren't even targeting. Their ships are waiting in line to dock at
the Serpea-III station. And the Cleopian patrol ships aren't attacking them
either!"
Impossible! It sounded preposterous. Sure, I can understand about
our frigate. I am a Free Captain, and basically neutral again. The
Meleyephatian Horde had revoked my enemy status for some reason. But why
weren't the local spaceships and defensive artillery attacking the
Meleyephatians? The Cleopians are Geckho vassals, and the Geckho are engaged in
a bloody war with the Meleyephatian Horde. Meanwhile, the Horde's ships are in
Cleopian space and being provided access to dock, service and repair. Has
something in this life escaped my understanding? What the heck is going on?
[1] A reference to the song War (Война) by late Soviet rock band Kino.
[2] A very popular song by late Soviet rock band Kino about the
dehumanizing experiences of the Soviet-Afghan War where one’s blood type was
supposedly indicated by a patch sewn on the sleeve of their uniform.
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