With the Runion terminated, and due to his new privileges, N’Ïrk descends to the Floor where his Deck is located.
His intention is simple, contact the forr tenants in the adjacent Decks, at least those who need to be evicted or relocated from his Floor, or the Fraternity altogether.
While N’Ïrk could easily sustain and support the economic expenditures of every mber in the Preppers Fraternity. He doesn’t want to do such a thing.
Even in the Outposts, where everything is objectively free, the residents were able to compensate for their expenses, through their battle services, knowledge or utilitarian skills.
However. During the eting. Norlan explain this was not the case in the Fraternity, which was a disgusting revelation for N’Ïrk.
Yet, thanks to the Foreman acknowledging the young man’s authority within his own Floor. He uses the microphone function, communicating an unexpected and dire ultimatum.
"Leave peacefully. Cooperate silently. Or prove your worth... , Any individual who is not approved by , must depart at once, or it will be harshly expelled from my Floor".
No one took N’Ïrk’s words seriously, a mistake that anyone else in the Fraternity will ever repeat again.
The young man is not a leader, the most convincing proof of this terrifying truth, are his gauntlets. «The Tyrant’s Grasp».
Few people are aware about the objects having a percentile compatibility threshold, as well as their own emotional tendencies to be more efficient while wielded by those who are worthy of using them.
These paraters are hidden, only so Classes can see or interpret these values.
But there are always alternatives.
The na of the item can give a big clue as to what may or may not be those emotional triggers that attract and drive the buffed developnt and progress of the artifacts.
N’Ïrk had almost everything he needed, except for a proper territory, and deserved authority. Both acquired when he settled for the Preppers Fraternity.
{It seems like there is no one here who is actually going to take seriously. I guess i’ll have to do the obvious thing, knockdown the strongest people, so the weaklings can run away like the cowards they are}
The plan goes perfectly smooth for N’Ïrk. He is unmatched by the pushovers in charge of the Decks, knocking out several Ex Harvesters.
The brutal beating is enough incentive for the tennants to never question N’Ïrk’s words, although that also cost to the young man, a desertion of 94% of the population that was previously living on his Floor.
{I don’t need anyone who can’t face adversity, even if it costs them their lives}
* You have: «ONE» ssage *
A bit startled by the notification sounding on his right ear, the young man rembers he was granted a wireless communicator to facilitate the voice control of the Floor, which is used to have a quick coordination between the High Ranks. Unfortunately, the internet connection is limited to the internal and underground periter of the Preppers Fraternity.
"Who sent the ssage?".
* Sent by: «Harvester Hát’Thöry» *
{I hope she is not going to scold . It’s not like i didn’t want to follow her advice, but a trustworthy leader must have equally reliable and competent colleagues. Otherwise, the sa outco that happened to the other Fraternities, it will end up occurring to us}
"Listen to the ssage". Nothing happens, and N’Ïrk tries again. "Say ssage".
* Dictate the content and Select an Addressee *
"No. I don’t want to ssage another person. I require you to enunciate the ssage of Harvester Hát’Thöry...".
* ssage to Harvester Hát’Thöry: «I don’t want to ssage another person. I require you to enunciate the ssage of...» *
* ssage successfully sent *
N’Ïrk closes his eyelids, inhaling a slow and profound breath, straighting and stretching his back. He was a silver away from reaching a «Zen Mode», the type of tranquility that is achieved only after cleaning up an area from diocrity.
But that has changed. He exhales, the lethargic motion is similar to the steam emitted during the snort of a powerful dragon, ready itself to roar and accidentally on purpose unleash a blast of superheated plasma that burns everything in its path, not even letting cinders behind.
Footsteps are approaching, the clacking of heels and the squeaks of plastic confuse N’Ïrk.
He doesn’t know about rubber sandals or synthetic polyrs, which puts him on a defensive stance, turning suddenly and violently towards the two young ladies who approached him.
Both recoil, jumping back by reflex. The first yelps and trembles in fear, completely terrified by the strong savage man before her, being almost in the verge of bursting in tears due to sheer stress.
The second is more composed, concealing the abrupt jerk of her body and holding the gaze of her heterochromic blue and orange eyes, against N’Ïrk’s.
"Is there sothing any of you need from ?". Asks N’Ïrk giving to the ladies an eerie goosebump, as he has the vibe of a Prowler.
"Yes". Doubtless and resolutely, states the second female, a white skinned damsel with blonde hair tied in a bun, and black formal clothes that look like an Uniform.
"My friend and Myself, cannot afford the cost of the new entrance fees, or the Cooperation that is expected from us every week".
"And?".
She gulps down a mouthful of saliva, the action is too visible to be an act, she is taking her shot, and that is the attitude N’Ïrk wants in his Tennants.
{Let’s see what this lady has to say, though she has already pass}
"My na is Saili’Ïckn Zunguelang. I’m very diligent and a fast learner. Harvester N’Ïrk. I won’t be a burden or hindrance for you and your Floor. I know basic hand to hand combat, in addition to possess a wide variety of utility tricks, mostly traps for places with vegetation".
{I wouldn’t have guessed it from her clothes or physical appearance. Saili’Ïckn gives the impression of a Military Secretary, but her hands are quite rough. Was she a huntress?, perhaps soone taught her, or she learned herself after observing another person}
"Harvester N’Ïrk. I can assure you this. I will discover and develop my Class, but if you Sponsor . I will be able to speed up my progress, becoming more useful for you, eventually reaching self-sufficiency. Of course, I won’t forget your support, and i will follow every order you give from now and henceforth until my body collapses from exhaustion"...
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