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have “gone their own way”, just as they’d planned. “What was the problem?”
“We took hold of the old warehouses in the Exo sector. And just as we’d finished sealing two hangars, they arrived and read us the riot act: like, they were the first to land there so they were the legal proprietors of Argus and everything that was on it. They gave us an hour to piss off before taking action. Vandal’s now busy setting up defenses.”
I didn’t like this latest development at all. “This isn’t the right moment to wage a clan war. Was there anything in the Exo worth your while?”
“Some metabolites. Novitsky’s now busy itemizing them.”
“I’d like you to call the Daugoths off. Tell them to return to the Relic.”
Foggs didn’t seem to like that at all. “We shouldn’t show any weakness!”
I wasn’t going to comply. “For the moment, the Daugoths need to take a step back. Their only safe respawn point is on board the Relic, anyway. Jurgen, do we still have some respawn marker paste?”
“We do.”
“I’d like you to bind the Daugoths to our mobile respawn point. I’ll sort this thing out with the Manticore myself.”
“They won’t talk to you. They really think they’re something.”
“I have a few things up my sleeve that just might convince them. Actually, where are Arbido, Ralph and Frieda?”
“Arbido’s in the conference room,” Jurgen replied. “Ralph’s not in a good way. His in-mode must have packed up. I don’t think he’s gonna last. Frieda’s with the kids now. Danezerath and the rest of the Haash have gone to pick up their yrobs , just as you ordered. They’ll be away for a couple of hours, I think.”
“Right. Let’s do it this way. I want to listen to what Arbido has to say first. I also have some important information that concerns everyone. Foggs, I’d like you to get your men off Argus, then join us in ten minutes. Agreed?”
The Daugoth Clan leader nodded, reluctant to accept the fact that I was right. There was plenty of space on board the Relic to accommodate everyone. This was a safe well-protected location where his men could finally take a break from their Dargian tribulations.
* * *
“This will be your room,” Jurgen pointed to the entrance of a living module, then forwarded me its access code. “Sorry, but it’s the best we could do. Part of the personnel deck is still depressurized.”
The room was nothing to write home about but at least I could finally remove my suit. A lot of petty details I’d never noticed before had become vital due to the 100% authenticity.
I removed my heavy gear, peeled off my clothes and headed for the shower. I needed to freshen myself up a bit before the meeting. I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. No idea what Arbido had come up with, but one thing I knew for sure: the only route to survival was by studying the Founders’ technologies combined with my own rushed leveling. Once I’d brought my Mnemotechnics up to 100, I could start building neurochips all on my own.
“How would you do that?” Liori’s form materialized out of millions of nanites.
I put on some new clothes. You had to give the Founders their dues: they valued creature comforts and knew how to create them. Their Object Replication command could be applied to most everyday situations. I’d already noticed that I sent certain orders to nanites mechanically without even realizing it.
“We’ll have to work as a team,” I replied. “We’ll need some volunteers. Some of Foggs’ men might agree to help me.”
“Are you going to activate their Mnemotechnics skill for them?”
“I am. I want to explain the situation to them and offer to open a unique development branch. I’ll need at least fifty people. We’ll make a group which will keep scanning the Founders’ devices and manipulate nanites, and I’ll be getting their XP for the time being.”
Liori did some calculations. “Sorry. It’s
“We took hold of the old warehouses in the Exo sector. And just as we’d finished sealing two hangars, they arrived and read us the riot act: like, they were the first to land there so they were the legal proprietors of Argus and everything that was on it. They gave us an hour to piss off before taking action. Vandal’s now busy setting up defenses.”
I didn’t like this latest development at all. “This isn’t the right moment to wage a clan war. Was there anything in the Exo worth your while?”
“Some metabolites. Novitsky’s now busy itemizing them.”
“I’d like you to call the Daugoths off. Tell them to return to the Relic.”
Foggs didn’t seem to like that at all. “We shouldn’t show any weakness!”
I wasn’t going to comply. “For the moment, the Daugoths need to take a step back. Their only safe respawn point is on board the Relic, anyway. Jurgen, do we still have some respawn marker paste?”
“We do.”
“I’d like you to bind the Daugoths to our mobile respawn point. I’ll sort this thing out with the Manticore myself.”
“They won’t talk to you. They really think they’re something.”
“I have a few things up my sleeve that just might convince them. Actually, where are Arbido, Ralph and Frieda?”
“Arbido’s in the conference room,” Jurgen replied. “Ralph’s not in a good way. His in-mode must have packed up. I don’t think he’s gonna last. Frieda’s with the kids now. Danezerath and the rest of the Haash have gone to pick up their yrobs , just as you ordered. They’ll be away for a couple of hours, I think.”
“Right. Let’s do it this way. I want to listen to what Arbido has to say first. I also have some important information that concerns everyone. Foggs, I’d like you to get your men off Argus, then join us in ten minutes. Agreed?”
The Daugoth Clan leader nodded, reluctant to accept the fact that I was right. There was plenty of space on board the Relic to accommodate everyone. This was a safe well-protected location where his men could finally take a break from their Dargian tribulations.
* * *
“This will be your room,” Jurgen pointed to the entrance of a living module, then forwarded me its access code. “Sorry, but it’s the best we could do. Part of the personnel deck is still depressurized.”
The room was nothing to write home about but at least I could finally remove my suit. A lot of petty details I’d never noticed before had become vital due to the 100% authenticity.
I removed my heavy gear, peeled off my clothes and headed for the shower. I needed to freshen myself up a bit before the meeting. I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. No idea what Arbido had come up with, but one thing I knew for sure: the only route to survival was by studying the Founders’ technologies combined with my own rushed leveling. Once I’d brought my Mnemotechnics up to 100, I could start building neurochips all on my own.
“How would you do that?” Liori’s form materialized out of millions of nanites.
I put on some new clothes. You had to give the Founders their dues: they valued creature comforts and knew how to create them. Their Object Replication command could be applied to most everyday situations. I’d already noticed that I sent certain orders to nanites mechanically without even realizing it.
“We’ll have to work as a team,” I replied. “We’ll need some volunteers. Some of Foggs’ men might agree to help me.”
“Are you going to activate their Mnemotechnics skill for them?”
“I am. I want to explain the situation to them and offer to open a unique development branch. I’ll need at least fifty people. We’ll make a group which will keep scanning the Founders’ devices and manipulate nanites, and I’ll be getting their XP for the time being.”
Liori did some calculations. “Sorry. It’s
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