The Fate of the First Hero of Light
I am sitting at a small desk. The same as you would see at an academy. Opposite me on a large table are the leaders of the Green Snake Triad. They are shaking out of fear of me. All the armed members of the gang have their hands inside their suit jackets, they want to shoot me out of fear. The little shits thought they could intimidate me. Making me sit a school desk to try to humiliate me.
If I was seated at a normal table. They would have suffered less. I broke their confidence. Because they believed me to be intimidated by this slight to my "honour". When I dominated them, the shock was many times more, than if we were on a level playing field.
"20,000,000credits" says one of the shaking Triad bosses. I stand up, I move to the door to exit. I am not even close to the door "30,000,000credits!" I keep on moving forwards "40,000,000credits!" I reach the door to leave"50,000,000credits!". I ask the shaking door man."Where is the restroom?"
I finish the negotiations. We move to shake hands, I crush each and every triad bosses hand completely. They will need surgery to fix them. "The weapons will be delivered tonight. Speak to my assistant."
I exit the room a muscular young man is outside. He is dressed in an expensive suit. I signal to Timothy he moves and descends on the disabled Triad Bosses. The deal is done. We dump the weapons at the triad leader's houses backyards.
I am driving in my expensive sports car. We are going to have our weekly meeting. I hear Loreleia approaching me. Her metal claws are ripping through the bushes and trees next to the side of the highway. She landed on the tar of the road. She retracted her metal claws. She is using the synthetic plastic ones they have better adhesion on the roads surface.
She is running behind me. I increase the speed of my car. It is moving very rapidly, the other cars look as if they are moving backwards. I move through them with great speed. Loreleia is still behind me. She extends her metal claws again. She is on the barrier in the middle of the highway. Her claws are ripping the metal barriers to shreds.
The Humes do not what is going on. They only see sparks and the metal being disformed. Her artificially projected camouflage is hiding her image completely. With my eyes I can only see the disturbance of the area around her beast like form. When I use my Tribes unique physiology to change my senses. She might as well be standing alone in the street with a sign pointing towards her.
She is going to cause a lot of damage. I slow down and turn to the side she jumps into the roofless car. I adjust the steering slightly. We keep going straight. "Loreleia did you have fun in the woods."
She makes a barking sound.
"Change quickly. I do not want to be handed a citation by the authorities."
"Her form changes she is a young Hume woman again." "Uncle Geir do you have my Parka here? ""Yes, look behind the seat." She is red faced. "Don't look Uncle Geir." "Do not worry, I will not." She gets changed.
"Do you know what we should do for the celebration? You are 16 suncycles this year?"
"SUNCYCLES! How many times have I told you Uncle Geir it is YEARS with a Y!"
"KIDS THESE DAYS! Always disrespecting their elders!" Loreleia giggles.
I feel glad.
With Uncle Thandall's and Great Father Houzmas help. We rescued her body from the research institute.
We were able to put her together. We used some of my cells and flesh, to grow the missing parts for her broken body. She was designed to be used for war. She can change from an Ice Beast form to a Hume and back at will.
We needed to add artificial components to her body as well. Her body was broken in such a way, it would be impossible to leave them out. She has inherited my Ice Magic abilities. Still the little brat's abilities still pales in comparison to mine!
I laugh out loud. "Uncle Geir are you scheming again?"
I sigh loudly. I hit the accelerator with my foot. The car surges forwards...
We enter my mansion. "The others are already here."
After greeting everyone we sit down around our conference table.
There are no burn marks or gashes. I have been in this "other" Dwarven World so long. I sometimes wonder if my world really exists. Only my Ice Magics being proof that I am Geir the Warchief of the Tulok! I have not aged even one day.
Time has most likely not even moved one moment in my "worlds" time. I feel Vivi, she knows I am safe. But we cannot speak.
"geir...geir...geir...geir...geir...GEIR!"
"WHAT!"
"Can we start please?"
"Son were you scheming again?""Little man let us hear your newest plan!""Claurilles what should we do?"
A single tear roll down my face. WHY?! I am screaming in my mind. Even when I am quiet, people think I am busy being dubious and planning plots.
"Were you just thinking normally son?""Yes, Great Father Houzmas.""Apologies little man." "Yes, Claurilles it is difficult for me to know sometimes." Everyone laughs at me.
"Zeldalyn what of the Triads war. How is it looking?" "The Black Snake Triad will be destroyed very soon." "That is very good news. I want you to confiscate their weapons, when your men move to apprehend the remaining members."
"The heads of the police do to they suspect you?" "Your stories are so watertight no one can move on you. They believe me to be a mole. Should I be worried?" "Do not be worried there are always eyes on you. The people that aim for your life, are removed before you even know they are there."
"WHAT! HAVE THEY TRIED TO KILL ME!?"
"You are the best detective in the whole police department maybe even in the country. Do you really think people you put in jail will not hold a grudge?"
"STILL I WILL NOT BE ABLE FEEL SAFE..."
"Sometimes I track you or I send Loreleia to stalk you." "Geir she is still a child!?" "When I was her age I had already killed hundreds." "But she is not the same as you?" "I trained her. That is all that matters."
"GEIR THIS I CANNOT"
"Zeldalyn you pamper her to much. She is not the same as other children. She is the same as I was when young."
"Zeldalyn I do not put her in situations where she is in danger. Remember she can kill most men without any effort."
"Claurilles let us leave that discussion for know. We have accumulated enough funds what should we do?"
"What is the most crucial component in these Golems construction?"
"It would be the central logic system."
"Hungrid have your technicians analyze the systems. Find something we can trademark."
"Trademark?"
"Yes, if a technology or process is trademarked. Others using the process or technology. Would be forced to pay a fee, to the one who developed the process or technology."
"Claurilles we did not develop the technology. How could we possibly ask a fee for something that we did not make?"
"We cannot."
"Claurilles what does that mean?""Timothy it is like I said we cannot. But we can buy a company, that did do it."
Days later
"We bought the company now what do we do?"
"Hungrid, now we throw money at the problem."
Everyone "WHAT?!"
"Little man it is not like you to joke!"
"Doctor Stand I am serious. We are going to hire the most unscrupulous legal experts, then send them to the courts."
"Son are you serious?"
"Zeldalyn I will need your help."
"Geir what should I do?"
"Find the names of the legal experts. Who managed to free the Triad Leaders out of serving their sentences. Then I will recruit them."
"Geir did you sell those weapons to the gangs to find out which lawyers were the best?!"
"Of course not. I sold the harmless weapons because we needed money."
"HARMLESS! BUT WE TESTED THEM THEY FUNCTION!"
"I sold the weapons not the ammunition."
"Still son. They could easily buy the ammunition."
"It is the amount needed that makes the difference."
"What do you mean Claurilles?"
"Timothy the number of weapons we delivered are too numerous. If they would order the amount of ammunition to be able to use those weapons effectively. They would be discovered immediately."
"I see, I wondered why we never sold ammunition. It makes sense they cannot be used immediately. They would have to order ammunition over a long period of time bit by bit." "Yes."
"GEIR WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS?"
"Zeldalyn how much ammunition do you have on you?"
"My gun has 12 rounds and I have two magazines with 24 rounds. In total 36 rounds."
"For them to have the equivalent. Would mean they would need 45 projectiles for the metal box in the weapon and then two other metal boxes. In total 135."
"Metal boxes".."Projectiles." Uncle Thandall is laughing at me.
"Timothy how many weapons did we sell last time?
"Claurilles it was 2000 rifles. The ammunition needed would be 2000 multiplied by 135 in total 270,000 rounds. The ammunition boxes contain 200 rounds each. That would be 1350 distinct ammunition boxes."
"Zeldalyn you are a detective. What is the likelihood that this amount of ammunition would go unnoticed?" "Geir the chances are not nothing, but this would most definitely be detected by our investigation units."
"Zeldalyn I keep on inciting the wars between the Triads. They want to one up, each other. I offer them these weapons. I leak false information, that the other Triad bought this amount of weapons. Not wanting to look inferior to the others they order even more. They have weapons without the needed ammunition. Their pride compelling them to stay quiet, about their own incompetence. When you seize the weapons."
"They are relinquished back to us. Then we start the process all over. The Triads will all die out. While we become richer. We cannot lose."
"THE WEAPONS ARE RELINQUISHED? DO YOU STEAL THEM?"
"No, I have connections."
"Little man what did you say?" "Son you have connections!"
"You must remember, I told you I would save this world those many suncycles ago. Many in this room were the architects of the disaster of my "Dwarven World". Regardless of my feelings towards you. I have to be sure even if I die. There would still be a way to prevent the catastrophe, from happening to this world."
"I see, you are right son. Those runes on your arm, prove what my actions would have led to. Had you not intervened..." The mood is very grave.
I must save this situation. I read something ridiculous once. "Talent wins games, but teamwork and intelligence win championships."
"Geir son what are you saying!" there are tears forming Great Father Houzmas is laughing at my inspirational saying. "Little man! Where did you hear that?" Uncle Thandall is laughing. Hungrid and Timothy are almost on the floor laughing at me. Zeldalyn has her head in her hands shaking it sideways. My face is turning red.
"Well forget about that for now."
"Zeldalyn will you get those names?"
"Yes, Geir I'll call the department right now. Should I contact the lawyers as well?"
"No, I will go."
"It takes one schemer to talk to another schemer."
Finish.
