MHe leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered the potential consequences. "We need soone strong and supportive of both sides to be on the journey with them," he continued, his mind racing with possibilities.
He then paused, his gaze drifting towards Dave. "I guess I’ll go with them, then." Jackie said, his voice filled with determination.
But Dave’s response was imdiate. "Nope, that won’t do," he said with a firm voice. "They already know your position in the faction, so they won’t want to fight or do anything stupid," he explained.
"If they want to bond, they’ll need to fight with each other and work things out. Only when they bond will they be able to convince the others who are doubting this alliance." Jackie nodded to Dave’s words, a look of understanding on his face.
"But that isn’t the main problem," Dave continued, his eyes locked onto Jackie’s. "The main problem now is, how do they pilot the spaceship to this place after they find it?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity. "Is there anyone capable of piloting it?"
Jackie’s response was swift, a hint of optimism in his voice. "We could find soone, anyone who could pilot it. Retired pilots, an air force mber or sothing." he said, his words laced with confidence. "It shouldn’t be that hard, right?" He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Dave’s, expecting agreent.
Dave’s expression, however, was more asured. "Believe , Jack, it’s hard," he said, his tone serious. The words hung in the air, and Jackie’s smile faltered slightly, his curiosity piqued.
"What makes it so hard?" Jackie asked, his voice filled with interest.
Dave’s response was straightforward as he replied. "From what I know, piloting this specific spaceship is far from similar to a plane or even any other normal spaceships."
"This is an apocalypse spaceship," he continued, "The controls are made so different from the regular ones. This is so that not just anyone would be able pilot it. And I also plan on implenting this rule for whosoever would be piloting our faction’s spaceship." he said, his eyes locked onto Jackie’s.
Jackie’s gaze narrowed slightly, his mind racing with implications. "So you at least know how to pilot it?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
Dave’s response was a simple shake of his head. "Nope, not exactly," he said, "but I have the information anyone willing to pilot it could use, provided that he or she is a trustworthy person." The caveat hung in the air, and Jackie’s expression turned thoughtful, his mind weighing the risks and challenges ahead.
"Why do we need to be so particular about this?" Jackie asked, his brow furrowed in concern. "Can’t anyone just pilot the thing?" His voice was laced with a hint of frustration, and Dave’s expression turned serious.
"No, that can’t happen." Dave replied, his tone firm. "Our safety, the safety of the faction mbers, will be in the hands of this person," he explained, his eyes locked onto Jackie’s. "It can’t just be handed over to anybody. We need soone we can trust, soone I can trust to do the task." The words hung in the air, and Jackie’s expression turned thoughtful.
Dave’s gaze intensified, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "There’s another reason why I’m asking this question," he said. "Those people that will be sent to discover the location of the spaceship... they’ll likely try to take it and escape to save themselves." The implication was clear, and Jackie’s eyes widened slightly as he grasped the potential consequences.
"We need soone to go along with them," Dave continued, his voice asured. "Soone to mark out these specific people. They’ll be among those who might betray the faction in the future. For themselves, or for a rival faction." The air was thick with tension, and Jackie’s expression turned grave, as he realized the true extent of Dave’s concerns.
"But we’ll still need soone who can pilot to go along with them," Jackie said, his voice thoughtful. "And they must be a trustworthy person." He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together in a gesture of contemplation. "But how do we find this type of person?" he mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he pondered the challenge.
Just as Jackie was deep in thought, the door to the office swung open with a sudden burst of energy. A figure strode in, their confidence and self-assurance palpable. "I can do both." the person said, their voice clear and assertive. "Both the spying and the piloting."
The two n turned their heads towards the direction of the door, their eyes locking onto the figures standing in the entrance. And then, recognition dawned on their faces.
The announcent about the leader’s arrival seed to spark a collective realization among the crowd. Their curious glances at the beast riders transford into nods of understanding, as if the pieces had finally fallen into place. It was clear now - these riders were the leader’s armies, brought to bolster the faction’s strength. At least, that was what the conclusion they could arrive at.
As Dave and the beast tars guided their mounts towards the large factory, which had been transford into the rger faction’s base, they brought their beasts to a stop. With practiced ease, they dismounted from the top of the beasts. The beasts, sensing their masters’ departure, stood calmly by the side, their eyes watchful but not aggressive.
A silent instruction seed to have been given to each of these beasts in response to the people around them - as long as no one bothered them, they shouldn’t attack. With the beasts secure, Dave and the rest of the group followed Jackie into the factory, their footsteps echoing off the tiled floor as they entered the heart of the rger faction’s base.
The transition from the bright outdoors to the dimly lit factory was seamless, as if they had stepped into a different world. The sounds, the slls, and the atmosphere had all shifted, but unlike what was expected, they could only perceive the sll of sweet perfus which had filled the air. This was to mask the sll of rusted irons and machinery that were once used to occupy the corners of the factory.
Instead, there is a different activity going on in the factory. People could be seen fighting and sparring with each other, so in their beasts forms, others in their human forms.
As they stepped into the area, the room had suddenly fell silent, punctuated only by the soft rustle of clothes and the gentle thud of knees hitting the ground. Everyone had bowed down, their heads dipped in respect, as the leader’s presence filled the space. The announcent had preceded them, but even without it, many would have recognized Dave’s commanding aura.
So faces were familiar with Dave’s features, and they didn’t hesitate to show their reverence. They had witnessed his prowess in battle, the day he took the reins of the rger faction.
The mory of his unparalleled control over a vast array of beasts still lingered, a testant to his unyielding strength. It was clear that they believed there was more to him than what they had seen, and yet, what they had witnessed was enough to leave them in awe.
The people of the rger faction saw Dave as their leader, a figure they were proud to serve. Their loyalty was rooted in the knowledge that he was the one who could guide them to greatness. This sentint was shared by Jackie, who had willingly relinquished his position as leader, recognizing that Dave was the better fit for the role.
The bows were a testant to the respect and admiration that filled the room, a silent acknowledgnt of Dave’s authority and power. As the beast tar group passed by, greatly surprised by the reverence shown by each mbers of the faction ever since they arrived, they couldn’t help but wonder just what Dave had done to have made everyone reverence him this much. He wasn’t just a leader, he was like a god to them.
Dave’s presence seed to grow, his stature elevated by the devotion of the people. But the group didn’t stop as they were led deeper into the base till they reached a certain hall.
As they entered the hall, a group of won erged, their golden gowns shimring in the light. The intricate jewelry adorning their heads sparkled, adding to their regal bearing. Jackie approached the group, a warm smile on his face.
"I wasn’t permitted to introduce them to you the last ti, as we were in a rush," he said, his eyes on Dave. "But these are my family." The group of won parted, revealing three elegant figures standing at the forefront. The other five, younger and more vibrant, stood behind them, their eyes curious.
Jackie’s voice took on a gentle tone as he introduced the won. "These are my wives, Emilie, Roseline, and Resha." The three won knelt slightly, their gowns rustling as they held the fabric in both hands.
Their voices were lodious as they spoke in unison, "We welco the leader." Dave nodded, a warm smile on his face, as he acknowledged their greeting.
Jackie’s gaze turned to the younger group behind his wives. "And these five girls are my children, my only children actually," he said, his voice filled with pride.
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