Thursday, November 30, 2017

Chapter 62 - Business Ventures

Today was a special day at the Black Star Yards. Oh, sure, some would say that it was merely another Wednesday, but then, those people were always far too literal for their own good. No, what made this day special was that it marked the one-year anniversary of the Black Star Company arriving in Dimiya and causing such a stir at the Arena (and our subsequent banning from the official gambling rings at the Arena).

I wanted more ships to add to my little fleet, but I didn’t want our ‘proprietary’ hull material to get out into the general population. So I found an old shipyard that had been basically abandoned after the Jagloth ‘incident’ cut into their business, and bought it for a song. Thus, the Black Star Yards were born. I grabbed some talented people who had been forced to sell themselves into slavery because of that same Jagloth incident, and put them in the chief positions at the shipyard. They started by getting the thing up to date and in repair, and then we began work.

A light-weight material that could be printed on a fabber and had similar strength to normal hull materials (warship hulls don’t count)? My yards were suddenly VERY popular for new freighters and such, since less weight meant more thrust for less fuel, which meant you could carry the same cargo faster than a comparable ship with a heavier hull. Freighters weren’t the only legit users wanting ships like this. I also got several rich types who wanted speedy pleasure craft, the equivalent of sports cars.

The Confederation military was also happy to buy my tech. I arranged a nice little deal with the Navy, starting with a licensing fee for when they printed the material on a fabber, paid by mass. Sure, a ship like Shadowdancer wasn’t any good for a slugging match, so you weren’t going to find a heavy cruiser or larger made out of that material, but for the lighter craft, which needed speed and maneuverability more than the ability to take a hit from a superdreadnought? That was always a good thing. Which is why the Navy was using our material for all their new fighters and attack shuttles. Any weapon powerful enough to get through their shields would likely scrag fighters and shuttles regardless of how much armor they had, especially if it came from a warship, so speed and maneuverability was life. Getting that without compromising on weapon weight was a big bonus.

Of course, it wasn’t all meetings and management. Sure, I had to pop up for meetings now and then, but I’d made sure to buy good managers, and a mix of them being slaves, and me not being a dick to them made them pretty loyal, so they were doing their best. Especially those who had lost everything on Jagloth. That whole community was rallying behind me for the simple reason that I didn’t treat them like trash when they were at their lowest. They weren’t overworked, they were fed and sheltered, and they were able to conduct their ‘off-duty’ lives as they wished. It was far and away a better life than most of them expected when they were forced to sell themselves.

Naturally, the business side of things wasn’t all I’d been up to. The girls and I still flew around, doing jobs. Sometimes it was freelance. Sometimes it was internal jobs for the Company. But as the Shadowdancer’s sister ships came online, we were able to do much more than just simple pirate hunting and trade runs. After a few security gigs, Black Star became known for being discreet ‘troubleshooters’.

Of course, I was the one naming the new ships, instead of Myna, and after seeing the results of Shadowdancer’s weaponry first hand, I decided to call them Assassin-class corvettes. Which is why the first of the new ships to join the Black Star Fleet was the Simo Hayha. The others got more conventional names, but I wanted at least one ship in my fleet dedicated to one of the single deadliest men in history.

As with Shadowdancer, the Hayha, along with the Wistaria, and Artemis, all sported smaller ship crews, but included small teams of raiders, capable of taking on jobs both in ship-to-ship or ship-to-ground roles. They were scalpels, not broadswords, but each Assassin was more than capable of dealing with smaller threats. And when they moved in groups? They could be pure terror. And that was before you added in the Raven or my sixth ship.

Which, I guess, is why I was getting this meeting. I had just come in from a freight run for Elnaril Triswyn’s syndicate on the Raven, having taken a load of ‘spices’ to Gatlock and returning with several cages of ‘exotic animals’ as the other group’s payment, when Black Star control informed me that I had a guest waiting for me in my office at the Yards. I kept an office there, so I could conduct business away from prying eyes. We weren’t hiding, but being on an orbital shipyard made it so much harder for government types to spy on us when we were doing work for the criminal elements, which was a big plus for them. And being able to keep the press firmly away from our building meant that people who wanted a pleasure vessel could have it built without the news being spread all over the place. What we lost in ‘walk-in’ business was more than made up for by those wanting discretion.

Now, though, I had a bit of a surprise, since there were two people in Confederate uniforms in my office. One was in a Confederate Navy uniform, a Lieutenant and part of Naval Intelligence, if I was reading his insignia correctly. The other was Alok Paxisys, now dressed in the ‘official’ uniform of the CIS, the Confederate Intelligence Service. I’d always suspected him for a spook, but he hadn’t contacted me since that first time over a year ago, so I’d put him out of my mind.

“Ah, Mister Paxisys, what a pleasure to see you again! I was so pleased to hear that you survived all that unpleasantness on Jagloth. I hear the cleanup of the system is going well?”

“You’re too kind, Captain Mollen. And yes, the cleanup, such as it is, is over. The system will never recover, of course, since Jagloth is a barren rock and under quarantine for the next century or two, until we can be sure that any remaining nanites have been rendered useless by radiation and the elements. Some industry remains in the outer worlds and outposts in the system, but I’m afraid most of it has come under the influence of certain criminal elements, and with the coming war the Senate does not have the resources to deal with it.”

“Now, may I introduce my companion? This is Lieutenant Maeral Zumrora, of the Confederate Navy.”

The knelfi man nodded, and offered me his hand. “Captain, it is a pleasure to meet you. Alok’s said quite a bit about you. If I hadn’t read the reports myself, I would have been sure that half of it was lies and character assassination.”

I laughed as I shook his hand. “Well, as you know, in the year and a half we Nomads have been here, there’s been a lot of changes. I’ve simply been able to ride the waves of change better than most. Right place, right time, and all that mess. Still, I’ve done all right for myself and my Company.”

“Yes, now that you speak of it, your Company is rather strange, even by Nomad standards. According to my information, there are only twenty-seven free people in your company, including yourself, but almost a thousand total names on your register, is that correct?”

I shrugged noncommittally. “Well, it is actually 38, and actual membership is 1412, but yes. Much of my company includes those who were displaced after the fall of Jagloth. I’d had a run of good fortune, so I purchased as many as I could before they hit the slave markets, and gave them work to do. So far, everything is working out well. Most of the thirty-eight are actually family and friends of some of my slaves.”

“And before you ask, the total number of Nomads in my company is only 22, myself included. Two, along with myself, are in the core group that works off the Starlight Raven, my private freighter, another has taken up residence on Dimiya, in Shvehona City, where she operates a small arms company, making custom firearms, five more are tech heads and mad scientists dreaming up the impossible, one is a captain serving under me, and the other twelve are listed as small craft pilots, operating out of my newest ship, the Vicious Return.”

Alok nodded at this point, and said, “Yes, we were quite surprised when we saw you had put together what amounts to a small escort carrier with a single squadron of fighters. We were even more surprised when we found that the fighters did not match any known configuration on file.”

“Ah, well, as you probably know, the Black Star Company has been getting into more security work recently, and I felt it was necessary to increase the assets we had in the field. Fighters give us additional flexibility to take on more jobs.”

Zumrora leaned forward. “And these new fighters? We’ve only been able to get limited data from long range scans, but they appear to be quite impressive.”

I smiled, and said, “That they are. There were a lot of people with great technical and theoretical skill who managed to escape Jagloth. They sold themselves to pay for their families’ passage away from Jagloth. I purchased them and gave their families shelter, and they’ve been most grateful. In addition, some of the nomads working for me have proven very clever in coming up with new ideas. They offer a fresh perspective, you see.”

“So you expect us to believe you and your team have been able to design entirely new fighters and ships in under a year?”

“Oh god, no. Some of the proprietary tech we are using was originally developed by people who are, unfortunately, no longer around to claim it, having been lost on Jagloth. Some things are ideas people have had before, but we apply them in different ways. Again, different perspectives. Oh, and we have a ton of computing power at our disposal, which allows our AI to run simulations as we go, projecting and troubleshooting new designs.”

I grinned at Paxisys, and said, “Though I am sure you guessed some of this already, after you took delivery of the pleasure craft you ordered through a third party last month? Have you taken it apart yet to find out how it works?”

“We would have, if the hull wasn’t seamless except for the entry port and the engines. Impressive design.”

Zumrora nodded. “Indeed. We were most interested in the fact that this ‘pleasure craft’ was, while built to civilian codes, clearly capable of much more than just jetsetting corporate types.”

“Ah, well, it is a rough universe out there, so I thought it best to leave room for customers to put in upgrades or have secure storage spaces for their goods in case they were boarded by raiders. Of course, the Black Star Fleet are designed for protecting corporate assets.”

“Give it up, Zumrora. This one enjoys playing his games too much to give anything up without a reason. Let’s just get to the point, shall we?”

Zumrora sighed, and leaned forward. “You’ve been following the situation in the Empire, I trust?”

“Naturally.”

“Well, our predictions are that, if things remain as they are, the civil war will end before they year is out, and then the Empire will be turning their attention outward. Our intelligence says that the Emperor has started some kind of cult that is spreading through both the civilian and military leadership. It is likely he means to start some kind of crusade against the rest of the galaxy when he has enough support at home.”

I nodded, “That gels with what my sources have told me. Oh, don’t pretend to be shocked, Paxisys. Hell, even CNN knows that Nomads have their own information networks, that aren’t restricted by borders. The people I’ve talked to within the Empire have told me all of this. So, what is it you want from me?”

Paxisys sighed. “We want to hire the Black Star Fleet for a few jobs behind Imperial lines.”


Leaning forward, I grinned, “Well, now you’ve got my attention.”



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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Chapter 61 - The Fall of Askao VII

(INS Evanesco, orbiting Askao VII, Mining colony in Imperial Space, currently held by True Empress Merida’s faction)

On the bridge of the Evanesco, a light cruiser in Empress Merida’s Loyalist faction, Lieutenant Romanov checked out the readings on his screen. As Officer of the Watch, he was responsible for making sure the ship ran smoothly, even though it was the middle of the night, ship’s time. Fortunately, things rarely happened at 2 AM.

Indeed, everything was normal. Well, as normal as things got when one was on a warship in the middle of a civil war where the Empress was attempting to win the throne from her usurper brother and you were patrolling the resource worlds watching for any incursion from the Usurper’s faction. Normal was relative like that.

In the year since the War of Succession had started, the lines had pretty much stabilized. The bulk of the Empire was trapped behind the lines of the Usurper, along with seven tenths of the Imperial Navy, including the majority of the superdreadnoughts and other heavy ships. However, the Empress’s forces had had one advantage. Many of the escorts, the corvettes and frigates, as well as the carriers and escort carriers that carried the majority of the Empire’s fighter force had joined the Loyalist faction. They could not win in a slugging match with the Usurper’s forces, but the Usurper was unable to press the advantage, because they lacked sufficient screening forces. And they could not devote too much force to attacking the Empress, because of the threats from the Confederacy and the Ihm Imperium, who rightly saw that if the Usurper was allowed to reign unopposed, it would plunge Known Space into war once more.

Ensign Morris called out from the sensor station. “Sir! We are detecting unscheduled tachyon disruptions! Seven, ten, twenty-eight ships emerging from transition drive at the heliopause!”

Romanov cursed, and activated the ship’s communications system. “Captain to the bridge! Captain to the bridge!”

“Sir! We are getting reports from the long-range probes in that section! They are Imperial Navy vessels!”

The captain burst onto the bridge, still getting dressed as she did so. “Report!”

Reading from his tactical screen Romanov answered, “Twenty-seven unscheduled arrivals from Transition, all Imperial warships. We are counting ten superdreadnoughts, twelve battlecruisers, and five frigates!”

Captain Cartier cursed in her native French. She was young for such a posting, but she was the senior officer in the system by rank, having earned her stripes in combat, fighting against X’thari. “Alert the fleet! Battle stations! How many ships do we have in system?”

“Twelve, Captain, including the Evanesco. Two light cruisers, four frigates, and seven corvettes. Captain, we cannot defeat the enemy forces with what we have here!”

“Comms! Get Captain Muldoon on the Zinnia! Tell him to enter hyperspace. Full speed to the heliopause, away from the enemy fleet. Once at transition distance, he is to proceed immediately to Mar Sara, and warn the Empress. I am sending you a file, for him to send with the report.”

“Captain! Enemy fleet is advancing towards Askao VII!”

Zinnia acknowledges, Captain. Her captain isn’t happy, but will comply.”

Cartier nodded. “Issue an evacuation order for the civilians in system. Anyone who has a ship capable of hyperspace is to leave immediately. Our ships won’t be able to buy more than a few moments with a fleet like that.”

Romanov looked up. “Captain, there is another option. It is probably insane to even consider it, but it is our only hope of hurting those bastards, and maybe giving them enough of a pause to keep them off the planet until the civilians can escape.”

Romanov quickly explained his plan. In Captain Cartier’s considered opinion, formed by almost fifteen years in the service of the Empire as part of the Imperial Navy, and backed by what an extensive education in the nature of space warfare, it was, truly, completely, and irrevocably insane, and any person even suggesting such a plan was insane for even considering it. However, it was their best chance for giving the civilians a chance to escape, so insanity won the day.


(INS Zinnia)
Captain Robert Muldoon watched on the bridge of his corvette. He was disobeying a direct order by not transitioning immediately, but he made that call. He couldn’t just run on the rest of the squadron and not report their fates. Hell, he didn’t much appreciate the idea of running at all, but Captain Cartier was correct, the Fleet needed to know this battle group was out there. He stayed, running silently, so that he could report on their capabilities.

It was a lopsided group, to be sure. There were too few screening elements or escorts. In a standard setting, a group of thirty Navy ships would have something like two squadrons of seven corvettes each, a squadron of frigates, two to three each of light, heavy, and battle cruisers, or perhaps light battleships, and only two or three superdreadnoughts or carriers. The big ships had incredible firepower and their main batteries could destroy smaller ships at great range, but without the escorts to screen for fighters, missiles, and other weapons, they were vulnerable to attack, if enough power could be brought to bear.

It reminded him of what happened in the history books, when politicians who didn’t know anything about naval battles insisted on building massive blue water battleship, because they were a point of pride for the people, only to have those ships destroyed by packs of smaller submarines or swarms of fighters from carriers. There was a reason the Imperial Navy used escorts, after all!

But the Usurper was short on escorts. Of the fleets that could be pulled from the borders, most of the escorts and carrier groups had gone with the Empress, while the Usurper gained the upper hand in capitol ships. If they allowed this to become a slugging match, it would be their doom, but if they could just maneuver…

Then he saw it. The scanners on the reconnaissance satellites watching the Usurper battle group were blinded by explosions across all wavelengths. When it was done, of twenty-seven enemy ships, seventeen remained, and the last of those was clearly crippled. There was no sign of the Loyalist fleet. Twenty-two ships destroyed in an instant of fire and light.

The entire bridge of the Zinnia was silent. One of the men, Muldoon didn’t know who, said, “What happened?”

He did not need to wait for the tactical officer to go over the sensor logs. Captain Muldoon knew what that meant. He’d seen it before, back in the last war, when the Imperial forces were on the verge of driving the Confederates off Planeta Nublar. He bowed his head, and muttered, “Clever girl.”

Looking to the rest of his crew, he announced. “Captain Cartier and her crews used their ships as battering rams, attacking the Usurper fleet with everything they had. All but two of the enemy battlecruisers have been wiped out, and one of those is missing the front third of its hull. That ship is going to the breakers, assuming it can even be towed out of this system. Remember them, men.”

“Captain! The Usurper ships have stopped, and are holding position!”

“Of course they are. They just lost a third of their force in an instant. They will be working through what has happened, and try to come up with a countermeasure. This kind of attack won’t work a second time, I assure you. But they are going to hesitate now, instead of rushing to attack. That will give the people on Askao VII more time to evacuate. Now, fire up the transition drive! We have to report this to the Admiral. We will need more ships if we’re to defeat this force without just ramming them.”


(Black Star Company private shipyard, Dimiya System)
“—and we are continuing to report on the Usurper assault on the world of Askao VII. The renewed offensive against the true Empress’s forces continues despite the loss of several ships after the defense fleet sacrificed themselves to delay the invasion long enough for civilian ships to flee.”

“However, only a small portion of the planet’s population was able to escape before the enemy fleet arrived in orbit of Askao. Civilian channels have been jammed, preventing the people on the surface from calling for help, but we were able to piggyback this transmission on military channels so the truth can get out.”

*explosions in background*

“The enemy has begun using mass drivers to propel asteroids at the habitation domes of the colony! It appears that they wish to exterminate the civilian population while leaving the industries intact! An evacuation order has been issued, and anyone who is able is moving to the shelters. We will continue to broadcast as long as we are able. This message is going out on all channels, set to translate into all languages. Do not let them deny what is happening here! Do not—”

*explosion, very close, and then static*

“What you have just heard was the last transmission we got from CNN reporter Alex Tr’bec on Askao VII, now confirmed to have been attacked and destroyed by forces loyal to the Usurper Emperor Travis. CNN has learned that the Bismark under Admiral Veit Scheiner was leading this assault. Before the attack, Askao VII was a thriving mining colony, with sixty thousand civilians, primarily working in the mining and terraforming industries. the first stages of terraforming already completed. Now, it is a lifeless rock once again. According to initial reports, there are only a handful of survivors, who took refuge in the industrial nodes. Imperial Marines stormed the nodes and executed everyone they found. There were no survivors.”

“Off! Turn that off.”

“Yes, Master.” Nondrin Caskhead turned off the viewscreen and looked back at the man who was his master. Had it only been a few months? He had made significant investments in the Jagloth system. Investments that were in the process of paying themselves off. In another year, maybe two, he would have been out of debt entirely. But the Legion ruined him. Everything was destroyed, the planet under perpetual quarantine. By selling himself into slavery, he had at least prevented his family from falling to a similar fate, or worse.

His master was not like most slave owners, he had to admit. For one thing, he was a Nomad, yet had somehow managed to lose a fight in the arena and yet win so much money he could scarcely believe it, all in a single afternoon. According to the news, the first thing he’d done was to purchase an old shipyard, and refurbish it. Then, to the surprise of everyone, he began buying up slaves like they were an endangered species. There were many people who were forced into debt slavery thanks to Jagloth. This Nomad bought all of them he could, many of them having technical or business skills that were useful to him. That was, after all, how Nondrin had come to be in charge of the Black Star yards.

Before, he had been selling himself into slavery because he had no hope, no recourse, and little else to lose, unless he fell to becoming some kind of criminal. And he couldn’t bring himself to do the truly nasty things that would be required of someone trying to break into one of the syndicates. Now, Nondrin had a purpose again, and a Master that made sure his people knew he respected them. Sure, they may be slaves, but he treated them as employees. That was something that he and his people could not forget.


Looking up from his commlink, his master, Captain Mollen, grinned, and said, “All right, Nondrin. Tell me how the work is going. Where are we at?”



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Sunday, November 26, 2017

Chapter 109 - Into the Dark

In the afternoon after I had finished the Crucible, I laid back on the bed in the master bedroom of my house in Have Dorei, watching as the sobbing Enchantress took her own virginity by thrusting her hips up and down upon me, working to a pace that Della set by cracking a low-level whip against the woman’s bare buttocks. Even naked, except for her new collar, the enchantress was high enough level that her passive regeneration healed most of the damage, since the whip was something any level 1 character might use. In Della’s hands, the purpose of the basic whip was not damage, but pain.

“Mmm. Such a lovely little pet you are, my slutty enchantress. How does it feel to be giving yourself to a man, even though men are such horrid beasts? You thought that you would be able to slip into the lands belonging to the drow and tame me with your charms alone, didn’t you? How does it feel to become a domesticated slut for my amusement? Speak truthfully, or I may decide to parade you in front of your father, naked and chained, your belly swollen with my progeny. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Shyael sobbed, before another crack of the whip brought her thrusting herself down upon me with a moan. But fear of the image I’d just painted for her overcame fear of what I would do if she said something I disliked. “I-I hate you! I wish you would die a thousand deaths for what you’ve done to me! You have no right to debase me like this! I am not some common harlot like these tavern wenches you surround yourself with!”

I motioned to Della, and she began whipping the girl twice as fast. Shyael cried out and moved to keep pace, knowing that things would get worse if she did not comply. I smiled up at her, and said, “Ah, but you see, you are exactly like my other slaves. Warriors, mages, rogues, craftsmen, merchants, I have all of these under my collar. Even a few noble borns have shared my bed, both as free women and as my slaves. So where do you get off thinking you’re so much better than they are? No, you are just another one of my pets, but one who thinks more highly of herself than she ought, I’m afraid.”

“Now, I give you a choice. You can either continue getting ‘encouragement’ from Della, here, or you can begin moving of your own accord, but you had better convince me that you are doing your best to bring me pleasure with your body.” Another crack of the whip against her already sore cheeks drew a sob from the woman’s lips, and she began moving more naturally, her eyes closed, clearly trying to think about it as a job, and failing.

Later, as the elf stuck her tear-slicked face between Della’s thighs to reward her for her services with the whip, my seed leaking out of her newly opened snatch, I considered the rewards I had gotten from the Crucible, other than Shyael, of course.

You have gained experience! You are now Level 78!
Your actions have pleased Lolth. You gain the ability: Poison Blood

All your subordinates gain 2 levels.

You and all your subordinates have unlocked a second chance to undergo the Trial of Ascension, at level 100.

You and all your subordinates gain the following ability: Webwalk.

Poison Blood

Your blood has been infused with the blessing of the Spider Queen. This ability has been altered due to your race(s) and connection with Sharess. Your blood does not deal HP damage. Instead, those who ingest it suffer a -30% penalty to Charm Resistance, but gain Immunity to Fear for 10 minutes. Those with Celestial blood instead take -50% Charm Resistance, and are unable to use spells or abilities costing MP for 1 hour.

Webwalk

You are able to walk through webs (even magical webs) unhindered, unless they are created by a creature with divine blood.

Some of that was good, and some of it was kindof underwhelming. The Webwalk ability duplicated something that was already on my gear, but it also affected my subordinates, so I could deal with it. Of course, I had a feeling I went through a lot easier version of the Crucible than most, and the rewards reflected Lolth putting it on ‘Easy’ difficulty. I did have some ideas on how I could use Poison Blood, though. That would be interesting to see if I could make it work.

But now that the Crucible was over, it was time to consider the trip to the drow capitol of Amyaththalas. The trip would normally take about two weeks to complete, but with the detours we would be making to visit the dungeons Sharess had told us about, the trip could easily be a month or more, so preparation was essential. We stocked extra of everything, but especially rations and potions for healing and removing ailments. Running out of health potions and antidotes in the middle of nowhere was a Bad Thing™.

Of course, not everyone here would be going with me to the dungeons. Darkbunnys needed a bit of time to… reflect on the changes she’d been through just now. And even though I had already enjoyed taking Shyael’s innocence and using Fruitful Passion on her to ensure that she’d have a lingering reminder of this day, she, along with Jastra’s family, would remain here in Have Dorei, acting as maids and housekeepers for my property here, and given strict orders to attend to any guild member that came in, and to warm their beds if they so wished. For groups who were running the dungeon and hunting in the local area, that would give them a nice morale booster if they based themselves out of this place.

So, the next morning (such as morning is when you cannot see the sun), we saddled up nine great riding lizards, with a tenth holding extra supplies for our journey. These lizards were strange creatures, who had pads on their feet allowing them to climb walls and even hang from ceilings, an essential feature if one was traversing caves, which might have a chasm dropping to your doom, with no way to bridge the gap. The ‘saddles’ were in fact more akin to harnesses, keeping riders in place so they did not fall out of the saddle when the lizards inverted themselves.

Of course, learning to fight while harnessed was a whole new adventure. You’d think that those of us who used ranged weapons would have a leg up on the melee folks, but you’d be wrong. Picture trying to aim a bow, but gravity pulls the arrow up and to the left instead of down, meanwhile the blood is rushing to your head because you’re hanging at a forty-five-degree angle over a chasm. ‘Not fun’ is a major understatement.

Still, while the monsters we faced were strong, and we faced them fairly often, they weren’t the real horrors of the Underdark. We were still only a a day out from Have Dorei, after all, and the Drow made sure to send patrols through their borders, especially close to their cities, to keep unwanted pests from setting up shop and endangering travelers between cities. Oh sure, there were some kobolds or goblins in small tribes, who likely were raided regularly for slaves when the drow needed cannon fodder, and there were plenty of monstrous bats, spiders, rats, and all manner of other nastiness.

The one time we got into any real trouble was when we were about a day out from the first of the dungeons. The lizards were the first to notice that something was wrong, since they were attuned to the environment, and more acutely aware of the hazards here, along with the warning signs. Noting their disquiet, I called a halt, and examined the signs for myself. There was moss on the ground, but in the middle of the path, a wide section was completely free of moss, as though it had been scoured clean. Not liking this, I turned to look at the others and suggest we maneuver around the area.

Which, of course, was when the attack came. Slowly, but it came. Our opponent was a giant jello-like mass that was all but invisible in the darkness, if you did not know what to look for. Being digested was not on my ‘to do’ list for today.

Skoorok
Legendary Divine Ooze
Level 100

Picture, if you will, the humble Gelatinous Cube from one’s Dungeons and Dragons sourcebook. Now picture a gelatinous cube thirty feet on a side, with oodles of hit points, unique abilities, and the ability to somehow heal itself. That would be Skoorok. Honestly, no one knew how it came to be, or where it came from. The best guess amongst the drow was either that it was a wizard’s experiment that somehow escaped, or a normal gelatinous cube that had, somehow, managed to rank up enough to become what we saw before us.

The blasted thing was almost completely immune to weapon damage, and magic healed it! Oh, and the acid and paralytic slime that gelatinous cubes were known for was strong enough to dissolve a level 70 warrior’s body, bones and all, in two minutes, during which time the poor schmuck would be trapped in their unmoving flesh, unable to even scream as they were dissolved alive. As I said, this was NOT on my list of fun ways to die.

The only saving grace of meeting Skoorok was that the damn thing was slow as hell, especially compared to our mounts. That was the only reason that no one really cared about putting together a subjugation force to take the damn thing out. Unless you stumbled into it (and we would have, without the mounts), then you had a good chance of getting away from the thing. If you walked into it, though, you were boned. The drow basically ignored it, as Skoorok made an effective way of weeding out ‘dead weight’ in the gene pool, and was an excellent way to dispose of any inconvenient bodies one might just happen to have lying around.

Now, if this was a light novel about a heroic hero on a quest to get stronger so he could one day fight the Demon Lord and save the world from eternal darkness, the hero and his party would not only have just the right tool to defeat the legendary unique monster they came across by chance, but the hero would have some inspiring words to share with his comrades before they launched themselves into battle to rid the world of this great danger. Suffice to say, I did nothing of the sort. No, let others go off half-cocked into insane battles against nearly unkillable things. Frankly, the only time I do shit like that is when I don’t have a choice. I much prefer to fight things that are eminently killable and then proceed to kill them in as unfair a fight as I can possibly arrange.

No, we turned, and hauled ass away from that cavern, leaving the unique ooze to be fought by some other idiot. Sure, finding another passage around the area where we’d met Skoorok added another three days to just this first part of our journey, but that’s why we were carrying extra supplies. OK, so it was more in case there were cave-ins or other natural things that blocked our way, but we still counted on having to find our way through alternate paths at some point. Still, I wasn’t worried.


After all, how many unique unkillable monsters could there possibly be between us and these dungeons?



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Friday, November 24, 2017

Prologue - Trade Chat

(NERV Game Site – Official DAtS Offline Forums)

Number5Alive, Golddigger, BurtBacharach, CrazyCelt, M.Mollen, DoYouEvenLyft?, MarcoPolo, MightMakesRight, l44tpally, SEA-TAC_Sweetie, Lord_Kickass, Requiesce-in-Pace, MacD, HaveGunsWillTravel, Guardian, GunKitty, Chummer, ElfMama, Not_the_Face!, Anonymous3, Anonymous9, AggregatorOfSorrows, WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot, Dolcett, Backlog, DarkAvariel, Knocker, GrimDark, BloodForTheBloodGod, Queen’s_Bitch, BackDat@55Up, DoYouEvenDPS?, and DarkAngel are in the chat.

BurtBacharach: What the hell’s up with the Arena on Dimiya? They dropped the limit on total bets to 100K per Corporation, and slaves and indentures count towards their master’s limit! That’s not bets per bookie, but for the whole thing!
CrazyCelt: That’s for the OFFICIAL bookies. You can go bigger stakes if you find some of the underground ones.
ElfMama: It seems someone got REALLY lucky, and almost bankrupted the Arena. If a local businessman hadn’t stepped in with some cash, it would have been ugly.
Anonymous3: ‘Businessman’. Sure. That’s the local Oyabun. Yaks now own 35% of the Arena, thanks to whatever went down.
Number5Alive: I heard that there was a Nomad who came in, challenged one of the Oyabun’s fighters, lost, and then suddenly everything happened like that.
MarcoPolo: Yeah, but they looked and the Nomad hadn’t placed any bets on themselves to lose, and the Oyabun only placed a small wager on the match, so what gives?
HaveGunsWillTravel: They only looked at the main bets for the match. You get past who will win or lose, there’s lots of side bets going down.
MacD: Huh. I’d noticed that they squashed a lot of those after the incident. What happened?
M.Mollen: You see, it was like this…
Dolcett: Oh my. What now?
Lord_Kickass: I am not surprised. Fucker is always ruining things for other people.
DarkAngel: What did you do?
M.Mollen: Well, the Yakuza and I have had some… difficulties in the past.
Guardian: Meaning we killed a bunch of their people, they killed some of ours, and we killed a whole lot more of theirs, before taking the local Oyabun’s family hostage as a bargaining chip.
M.Mollen: Of course, just dropping the bounty and handing over the prisoners would be a loss of face for them, so the match was arranged to cover the transfer when I lost, plus a small tribute to the local Oyabun. This allowed everyone to save face.
ElfMama: And what does this have to do with the new restrictions?
GunKitty: The Captain had the brilliant idea to exploit the 300K limit per person to place 1800K in bets. He then fought the match in such a way that his bets paid off, to the tune of almost 44 Million credits.
l44tpally: 44 MILLION?
Anonymous3: Damn. But that still wouldn’t have bankrupted the Arena.
Guardian: Turns out the Oyabun noticed us placing bets on Master’s behalf. So he had his people place bets, too. And the 300K limit is removed for ‘preferred customers’.
Dolcett: So he bet the same as M.Mollen, but with higher stakes?
M.Mollen: Yes, indeed. In fact, with stakes high enough that they were worth just about 35% of the Arena. Funny that.
DarkAngel: Why’d he risk so much on you?
M.Mollen: I didn’t collude with his fighter, if you’re asking about that. The match was a fair one, even if I held back to make it more showy. I simply did my best to control the battlefield, so she did half the work for me.
Lord_Kickass: I don’t believe this!
Guardian: Believe it. I was watching the whole time. And then we went back to the hotel to celebrate.
WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot: So those rumors about you and the whole crew of his ship being his harem are true?
M.Mollen: The crew, yes. Passengers, no. GunKitty is more of a one-on-one kind of gal, and we respect that.
GunKitty: Because if you didn’t, I’d shoot your ship full of holes.
M.Mollen: That too.

Bennie has entered the chat.

Bennie: Is someone available for a discrete transport from Sol to ANYWHERE outside the Empire?
Guardian: What’s up?
Bennie: I’ve been in some trouble since just after game start, but I’ve managed to get clear, for now. But I need to get out of Sol or it will catch up to me again. And the Empire is going crazy!
M.Mollen: What is the news from the Empire?
Bennie: This isn’t going out of the newsnets, but a lot of top level people are suddenly getting crazy religious. You can tell them by their eyes.
MightMakesRight: And how did YOU get word of it if it isn’t on the nets?
Bennie: Because my former owner tried to do his ‘protection’ thing on a new admin here on Choson Ring. They almost killed eachother, before some more of them came and hauled him off.
Bennie: I might have escaped with the Admin’s gear while that was going on, and found a way to shield my collar so they can’t track me except at close range.
SEA-TAC_Sweetie: You said you can tell them by their eyes. What do you mean?
Bennie: The ones who’ve gone crazy have augments. Not always obvious, but you can tell by the eyes. They all have fake eyes. Greens do admin work. Blues are security, soldiers.
Chummer: Oh, frag.
Guardian: What is it, Chummer?
Chummer: Did any of you get a look at the Emperor’s recent address to the troops? His eyes are white now.
SEA-TAC_Sweetie: Oh. That’s not good.
M.Mollen: Bennie, just how much info do you have?
Bennie: Not a lot. But the whole group is going crazy, like those big tent revival preachers. Keep talking about something my translator is saying is a God from the Machine.
M.Mollen: Oh, that’s not good. That’s not good at all.
Bennie: Oh shit, they’re closing in. I gotta move!

Bennie has left the chat.

HaveGunsWillTravel: Who gets to tell the Princess about this?
Guardian: Not it!
GunKitty: Not it!
M.Mollen: Not-- *sigh* Damnit.

HaveGunsWillTravel: This is going to be… interesting.



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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Epilogue - Patch Notes 6.X

(Virtual Room in NERV HQ)

Morgan blinked as she watched the screen. “He lost? He’s not supposed to lose. He wins everything, right?”

Isaac chuckled. “Well, he was supposed to lose, so he could let the Yakuza boss safe face when getting that bounty off his head. So in a way, he did exactly what was supposed to do. And he even made it look good while he was doing it.”

One of the other techs nodded. “Yeah, that was one hell of a fight, even outleveled like he was. He came damn close to winning it even though he was supposed to lose. Hell, he probably would have won if he hadn’t been holding back.”

Morgan looked at him. “Holding back? That was holding back?”

The tech chuckled. “Well, he didn’t use any of his Psy powers except for that shield, regeneration, and his mindreading, and he never bothered to reuse the shield after it broke. He ended the match with over 900 PP left. He didn’t even use a psybolt or a mind pulse. I mean sure, he didn’t want to show off his Mindbreaker, but the others are basic psy powers, he could have showed them safely.”

Another tech grinned. “Well, can’t blame him for wanting to make the whole thing look good, right? If you’re going to lose, might as well do it with some STYLE!”

“Speaking of style, did you see that Amazon’s… assets?”

Morgan groaned as the guys laughed, but she would have been more surprised at any group that didn’t comment about that. “So, why did he bother with the bow, then?”

Isaac looked up from the replay, and said, “I think he was trying to bait her into throwing the axe, and caused her to miss, causing chaos in the crowd.”

Frowning, Morgan asked, “Why would he do something like that?”

Isaac smirked, “Did you check out the bets he had his people make before the start of the match?”

Morgan sighed, and collapsed into a chair. “Oh, god. How much did he win?”

The tech looked it up, and then doublechecked the results real quick, before saying, in a shocked voice, “Almost forty-four million credits. He’s officially the richest Nomad in the game right now. Hell, he bankrupted the house bookies to the point that the Yakuza guy he was working with was able to move in and buy up a 35% share in the Arena itself.”

“44 MILLION?!? My god, what will he do with that kind of money?”

Isaac considered it for a moment, before shaking his head. “Who knows. Maybe he’ll get a whole fleet of ships working for him. That Shadowdancer is a damn impressive ship, according to the combat logs from the ambush he fought through. A whole squadron of those beasts would be able to take out pretty much any single ship in a surprise attack. The problem would be getting a qualified crew, especially getting good commanders. That’s a LOT of work, and I don’t know if our boy is the kind who’d do that kind of work until he had plans that required that kind of force.”

“Well, at least that issue is something that can be put off until later, then. Hopefully by that point the other nomads will be higher level, and will have worked their way into various navies and the like, to make things more interesting.”

“The war is likely to start opening up vacancies at a prodigious rate. The Empire looks to be getting ready for an assault to end the civil war, and then there’ll be war with the Confederacy, most likely. That’ll get nasty.”

Morgan looked at Isaac like he was someone who had just given her vinegar instead of wine. “The idea of what players could do with a full navy behind them is disturbing. We’ve already seen what happens when the players get out of control with things they have access to.”

Isaac shrugged. “Well, our boy’s doing a good job of self-regulating and keeping things from getting too crazy for it to be handled at local levels, for the most part. And that other asshole was made a nice example of to keep him from causing any more trouble. Seems he hasn’t logged on since he found out his punishment was a permanent thing. And we’ve already blocked six new account attempts from his IP, and four more from other IPs, but using the same credit cards for the subscription fees. We left him his access to the forums, so the name can’t be taken by anyone else, and so he can see what he is missing.”

“Really?”

“Well, I may or may not have helped the AI deliver a more poetic RL punishment for his sins. And before you ask, you probably don’t want to know. Suffice to say, he’s not going to be causing any trouble again.”

“What did you do?”

“You probably don’t want to know.”

OK, THAT tone worried Morgan. She looked up sharply, her eyes focusing on Isaac. “What. Did. You. DO?”

Isaac gulped, and said, “Well, it was mostly the AI, but there’s a little piece of malware in the man’s computers now that begins listing all the ways he is an idiot whenever the computer reboots, and forces a reboot every fifteen minutes. That’s fifteen minutes for his computer to boot up, and then he has to find and remove the programming inside fifteen minutes or the whole thing resets, and he has to start again. Oh, and I wouldn’t want to be him when the IRS shows up with all the evidence of tax scams he’s been running.”

“ISAAC! That is illegal as all hell!”

“Good thing that the attack tracks back to China, then, right? Because the Chinese are always so happy for people to follow trails through their systems seven or eight times before coming to a location, going on a merry-go-round, eventually winding up somewhere in Mexico.”

“You’re impossible, you know that, right?”


“That’s what makes things fun!”



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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Chapter 60 - Sands of the Arena

I shifted back and forth on the balls of my feet. I’d reviewed the rules of the arena. Participants could use their own gear, and trophy taking was prohibited, so I wouldn’t lose any of it due to an angry amazon, though anything damaged would have to be repaired. I could live with the repair costs. Besides, I was supposed to be putting on a show, so I might as well put on a show!

The waiting area was a simple affair, basically the same as any locker room you’d find in any stadium anywhere in the real world. It wasn’t supposed to be luxurious, just utilitarian, as people would be moving through pretty regularly. Right now, I was focusing on loosening up, so I could get ready for the fighting.

Then it was time. The door opened, and I stepped out onto the sands of the arena floor. The arena was, for the most part, open sand, but there were blocks, broken columns, and even pieces of walls littering the sands in different areas, to provide more than just a simple flat surface for those who could properly wield the environment.

Frolun Blackmane
Human Female
Level 40


From the opposite side of the arena, my opponent entered, wearing armor designed as much for show as for protection. I could not tell from here, but it looked to be a breastplate and skirt made of exotic leathers, and burnished with gold. I did not doubt that it would prove a formidable defense, almost as formidable as the long sword and the round shield she carried. That much did not surprise me. Professional gladiators provided a spectacle, and a melee was more spectacular than a gun battle for those observing it.

As for the woman herself, she was tall, and well-muscled. Not the hulking, bodybuilder look, but the kind of muscles that came not just from the gym, but relentless training. Her power was evident from the way she moved. This was a trained fighter, no doubt, and one practiced at taking down foes in the arena.

I didn’t have a shield, but I had my energy blade in my dominant left hand, and Widowmaker in the other. I would have to give it everything I had to make this an interesting fight, and to make my money off the bets I’d had my girls place. I walked forward calmly, blades held to the side, until the sign was given to begin. Then, the spectacle began.

Rushing forward, I waited until I was in range to activate Mindread on Frolun. It was something I’d practiced, in training, but only used once before in a fight, but by concentrating on her surface thoughts, I was able to get enough warning of her attacks so that it looked as though I had some kind of precognition. Blocking the heavy attacks was impossible (learned that the hard way with a blow that sent me sprawling head over heels, but parrying and dodging was barely within my abilities.

Frolun was higher leveled and had higher combat skills than I did, but it seemed that I was not that far behind as far as attributes (well, DEX certainly) went, both because of my number of skills which all increased my attributes and because of my bonuses from beta. I was fairly balanced in my attributes, while she had specialized in STR and CON, it seemed. I was lighter and quicker, allowing me to avoid a direct hit, and sometimes offer a counter. Not enough to be telling, but the damage was building, for both of us. It was enough to make this a fight that, while not fair, would not be so simple as some of the bookies thought.

After about a minute of fending off her attacks, I had a chance to turn to the offensive. I flourished with the Energy Blade, causing sparks to spring up from the amazon’s hastily raised shield, and then I activated the special ability of Widowmaker as I stepped to the side. The blade slid through the shield as though it wasn’t there, causing the amazon to cry out in pain as I cut the arm behind the shield in a long line. With luck, she wouldn’t be able to properly use the shield for a bit.

But I was not yet finished. I continued my movement, using the energy blade I made a sweeping slash. To an untrained eye, it would look like a wild flourish, that had little effect on the woman, as her wounds from the blade were not deep. I rolled forward, under the sweeping blade as the amazon attempted to strike me, and rose in a fighting stance, before springing in again. Her blade clashed again, met this time by the energy blade, as the 5 second timer on Widomaker’s ability ran out, just as I slashed her unwounded side.

Again, an untrained eye would think it a wasted opportunity, me mistaking the timing of my weapon’s ability. But there was method to the madness. The fight had just passed the two-minute mark, after all, and as Frolun turned to face me again, the straps of her armor all but finished by my cuts, gave way, causing her to be suddenly stripped on the arena floor. Beyond being for the satisfaction of the pervy people out there such as myself, stripping a gladiator in the midst of a fight typically showed an overabundance of skill, as though you were toying with them. In my case, it was half skill, half using weapons suited to the task, and a healthy icing of luck upon the top.

The amazon roared in rage, and activated some kind of ability that not only healed her wounds, but added some kind of berserk status onto her. When she switched that longsword and shield for a greataxe, I knew it was time to run. No way I would be able to parry something like that, and I very much doubted whether I could survive much more than a single hit if she hit me full force.

She was faster now, it seemed. I barely had time to dodge to the side as the axe came flying past my head, in a spinning arc that carried it into the crowd. For a moment, I was able to see the big-screen viewer showing the action on the floor to those in the stands, but now was focused on a couple. It was a freaking Kiss-Cam, but unfortunately the happy couple who were kissing suddenly had their romantic moment cut short by the axe literally cleaving their heads in two.

Before I could turn and counter, however, the axe was flying back to the woman’s hand. So she could throw the axe, and then it would return to her? Fragging wonderful! Still, I decided to make the best use of this as I could, darting up onto a destroyed column, and switching my blades for my bow, an arrow of blue light forming there as I gathered my Psy. I fired just before Frolun threw here axe again, the impact of the arrow causing the axe to go slightly off target, spinning through the crowd once more. I wasn’t sure, but I definitely saw some limbs go flying, and more people getting sent for a reset.

Twice more she made to throw at me, and twice more I used my arrows to knock her slightly off balance, disrupting her aim and maiming the crowd. By then, she had decided that throwing wasn’t going to work on me, so she gathered her psy about her, which glowed in a protective aura as she sprang forward, tackling the column I was standing on and sending it falling towards the ground, smashing another member of the audience in the process.

The crowd was going wild by this point, for we had already cleared almost three minutes since the start of the match, and already twenty-five people had been sent for resets, a record in any 40 and Under match! I hit the sand and rolled quickly to my feet, switching back to my blades as I did so. Her axe was a big, heavy weapon, and while she had plenty of strength to wield it, I was still faster on the defense.

Soon, the parries began to tell their toll. My ST was running low, having both less of it and a lower regen than she did, but my actions used less of it as I conserved motions where I could. Repeated strikes of the energy blade at the same point destroyed first the greataxe, and then the shield she brought back out. She drew a long, thin dagger from her boot, where it had been placed as a backup weapon. Now armed with sword and dagger, as I was, the raging amazon lunged forward, her wild swings impossible to stop or counter.

A timer in my HUD showed how long the fight had been progressing, along with my current state. HP: 325/1190. ST: 208/1150. PP: 1356/1780. Time: 04:43… 44… 45… I took a deep breath, concentrating on the Amazon’s mind. Reading her thoughts was the only reason I had lasted this long, but it was getting harder the more enraged she got. Oh, it wasn’t like she was forcing me out or anything. No, it was more like she was acting less on planning and strategy, and more out of primal instinct. Instinct didn’t come form the conscious mind, but the subconscious. My warning became less and less, as even she began to not consciously know what she was going to do before she did it. My wounds were piling up.

Unexpectedly, she dropped her sword, using that hand to catch my left arm by the wrist, preventing my energy blade from cutting her down. Her off hand came up blocked a downward thrust from my Widowmaker long enough for her head to come rocketing forward and smack me clear on the bridge of my nose, breaking it. Stunned, I couldn’t keep the enraged woman from tackling me to the ground. I saw her dagger rising up, and then stabbing down.

And then everything turned black.

You have died in the Arena.
Death penalty not applied.

Mental Psy Mastery increased to 22/100.
+2 INT

Blades increased to 15/100.
+3 DEX, +2 STR

Archery increased to 8/100.
+3 DEX

Perception increased to 13/100
+2 WIS

Judge Intentions increased to 10/100.
+4 WIS

Acting increased to 8/100.
+1 CHA

Gambling increased to 20/100.
+8 CHA

You have lost 2000 credits due to gambling.
You have lost 6 captured individuals due to gambling.

You have gained 43,920,000 credits due to gambling.

NOTICE: Mirikon Mollen, and all slaves belonging to him, are forbidden from gambling at the Grand Arena on Dimiya in perpetuity.

You have gained a title.

Crazed Gambler
You play for the highest stakes and the highest odds possible. Somehow, you’ve managed not to get yourself killed (permanently), by gambling on the wrong things. Luck has double its normal effects, good and bad, for you.

A bounty placed on you by the Red Orchid group has been canceled.

Respawning in the Arena Medical Center in 3… 2… 1…

I opened my eyes to see Nakahara waiting for me, my crew not far behind him, though keeping a respectful distance. Looking down quickly to make sure I was actually clothed instead of spawning naked, I was pleased to find out that I did have all my gear on. I didn’t understand how it worked, but I wasn’t going to complain.

Stepping forward out of the cloning bay, or whatever it was, I bowed to Nakahara, and said, “Nakahara-dono, may I say that your fighter is without a doubt the finest warrior I have ever had the privilege to fight against, and that I am supremely glad that it was upon the sands of the arena, rather than outside these walls. I hope the spectacle was to your liking?”

Nakahara chuckled, and nodded his head. “Indeed, indeed. Our main business is concluded. The spectacle was superb, and your death convincing enough that it should prevent any further problems, though I would advise avoiding Red Orchid territories in the near future.” He paused, and then said, “Oh, and congratulations on your side bets. Tell me, how did you know how the battle would progress?”

I smiled at the man, and said, “I didn’t. But I had a feeling that I could drag things along those lines if I needed to. The lady’s goal was to win. Mine was to lose in a spectacular fashion. That gave me far more leeway in setting the pace of the fight. I hope the bets did not discomfit you greatly?”

“Oh, my, no. None of my people took your people’s bets. Though several of them did come along after you to place further bets in line with what you made. I’m happy to say that I now have a substantial share of ownership in the Grand Arena, thanks to you.”

I bowed again. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Nakahara-dono. May you find good fortune on your path.”


“And you, Captain Mollen. And you.”



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