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524. Remian and mana
Author: VicL
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“You’re giving me what, now?!” Darian stared.

“I’m giving you my fleet. I reserve only the Black Fang.” Remian said plainly. “Also, this is with the understanding that you, George and Tim are going out there to help those in need and bring back people, goods and resources.”

“That last bit sounded oddly emphasized.”

“It should be. We’re going to need all we can get.” Remian cleared his throat. “I also suggest you grow your fleet and engage in some interstellar trading. It seems Tim has plans inv
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  • 526. Purchasing

    Interestingly enough, as Remian concluded the seventh round of mana-hunting, the Quarin did in fact, offer to sell him a bigger ship.This was a Quarin Castle, Galleon-sized with 6 towers and more capacity than George’s, Tim’s or Darian’s flagships. It would come fully equipped, and with a handful of old staff who absolutely refused to leave regardless of who owned or commanded it. That proved particularly problematic when the Wilkins wanted to scrap the old vessel entirely, thus the offer to sell it to Remian instead.The price? 100 million mana. Given that he’d just reaped nearly 20 million today, he should be able to afford it within a week if he saved up.“We’ll even let you delay payment up to a month.” This generous offer was made over the comms by Eric Wilkins, sales rep for the Wilkins family.Remian considered for a bit. “How about a test run?”“A test run?”“Yeah. Let’s bring out this ship of yours on a little trip. Nothing dangerous, just a salvage run, maybe pick up some r

  • 525. Third Aid Mission

    In another star system, comms transmissions were being exchanged.The bandit lord was clear. “You have three days to surrender! Otherwise, you and all your people are dead! You understand? DEAD!”“Anything?” A older man asked the guy at the comms station.“No response to our calls for help. I don’t know. Is there really anyone out there?” he asked, despairing.“These bandits had to come from somewhere! If they’re out there, there could be others too. Someone, somewhere...” the older man’s face was all but gray.Then, there was beeping.“What’s that?” the older man asked.“It’s... a response!” the younger guy yelped, scrambling, pressing buttons, turning on speakers.George’s voice came in. “Hello? Star System Toah? We got your message. We’re coming. Hang tight, we’re almost there.”

  • 524. Remian and mana

    “You’re giving me what, now?!” Darian stared.“I’m giving you my fleet. I reserve only the Black Fang.” Remian said plainly. “Also, this is with the understanding that you, George and Tim are going out there to help those in need and bring back people, goods and resources.”“That last bit sounded oddly emphasized.”“It should be. We’re going to need all we can get.” Remian cleared his throat. “I also suggest you grow your fleet and engage in some interstellar trading. It seems Tim has plans involving the Uber States, but Kanonasia isn’t going anywhere.”“What about George?”“George has been trading with the Woofers this entire time and isn’t likely to change that.” Remian paused. “If you like, you can even take a shot at trading with the Draconians. You seem to get along well with dragons, particularly Har’es-dras.”“The Draconians? Not the Quarin?” Darian asked quizzically.Remian coughed. “I have plans with the Quarin.”“Oh? You’re getting directly involved, now? I thought you decid

  • 523. Comms

    Somewhere along the line, he’d lost consciousness. George only realized it when he woke up to a splitting headache. “Ow.” He groaned. “What... where...?” “We’re on the way back to Sorrel.” Grace told him, appearing by his bedside. And it was a bedside, he realized. He seemed to be in the Kara’s Medical Bay. “I’m sorry. We had to retreat.” “Our... people?” George managed. “The HAC Troopers made it back. The Mechs... did not.” Grace paused. “We have the refugees though. And the Robotic Assembly Plant for Mining Drones. That’s all they managed to grab.” George slurred. “Mech pilots?” “Alive, if battered.” “Good. Alive is good.” George sighed. “This... didn’t go so well.” “Hey, at least we got the guys we were trying to save, and some machinery on top of that. You might say it was a success. A costly one, but a success.” “Casualties?” George asked. “Plenty of injuries to go around, but no deaths. So far.” Grace paused. “Some of the really badly injured might change that before lo

  • 522. Second Aid Mission

    “Were these really the best you could do?” George asked, eyeing the six hulking figures in front of him hesitantly. “Mmm.” Juni grunted. In front of them were six brand new Mechs. 2nd Generation products, they were armored weapons platforms on legs, with jumpjets for the signature ‘jumps’ that earned their generation the nickname, ‘Jumpers’. Or were they? George wasn’t entirely sure. When he looked at them, they really looked more like 1st Generation Walker-types. Those Jump Jets seemed to be an afterthought, an added equipment haphazardly strapped to their backs. “Would they really work right?” Juni shrugged. Given the time and materials he had to work with, George supposed he couldn’t expect better. He had only just received 2nd Gen tech. Until now, he’d been working with 1st Gen expectations and schematics. One of these Mechs seemed a bit worn, evidence that it had been built quite some time ago, and only recently been modified for George’s requests. “Fusion Cell for power, Pu

  • 521. Next Step

    It turned out that they also needed to acquire salvage rights to haul away ‘scrap metal’. Fortunately, that was a simple affair now that they had local currency. 50 USD and the matter was done. Grant, being the nearest specialist on matters of scrap to their location, graciously offered to transport their ‘scrap’ directly to their vessel out of sheer goodwill. Finally Benny and Sam went to try out the barbecued skewers. At Grant’s recommendation, though, they didn’t go to the Starport roadside stall. They ended up at another roadside stall run by a ‘foreign refugee’ someplace downtown not too far from Grant’s workshop. There, each skewer was loaded with rows of thick, juicy beef sausages, and only cost 20 USD for 10. Benny stretched. “Not bad for our first day. We’ve got three days here, don’t we? But we’ve already got half of what we wanted.” “What’s the other half?” Sam asked. “Technical manuals on engineering, power and propulsion. Tech, basically.” Benny yawned. However, whe

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