Back at the base, Jeris did more testing on her crystal fragments. Erté had left without a word early that morning to only he knew where. Aurelie and Cecelia had not returned and Mora was nowhere to be found.
Alone in this quiet seclusion, Jeris was able to think. About... everything. Things were getting far too complicated for her tastes and that was a problem. Her policy when confronted with any issue was to solve it, deal with it, or remove it from the equation altogether. Things weren't looking to be that easy.
The acid was indeed dissolving the crystal pieces she'd gathered, but that would only fix the most prominent part of the issue. Sure, of course it would remove the magickal radiation that was making citizens ill and viera berserk, but the device that started this mess was deliberate. This was no test or accident of science, it was blatant outright racism!
There were few things in this world or any other that Jeris hated as much as racism. It was a plague that sadly could not ever be entirely wiped out, but when politics becomes involved with it, it becomes entirely inexcusable. Whenever politics are part of any equation it complicates things to no end, beyond the point of irrationality. It was bad enough for viera like Fran who wanted only to explore the world and are exiled from their own people, but for them to then be shunned by the rest of the world was too harsh to believe, much less encourage or allow. That's why she encouraged anarchy and self sufficiency. It was hard to have faith in such a screwed up world.
Jeris knew that there was little one person, or even a small group, could do to change the way the people thought, but she was sick of just sitting and watching it. It was time to take action. Frustrated with the ways of the world, the clan leader called her team together. She vented a bit, discussed routine clan matters, then cut to the chase. The clan was going to do a little growing and then dominate the field for a while. No, Aurelie, not 'take over the world' sort of dominate, just... winners of EVERY tourney, engagement, turf war, etc. They would increase the clan's numbers then take over more territory. Plenty of it.
It sort of felt like becoming some oppressive force like a gang or something, but Jeris did not plan on bullying the general public or policing neighborhoods. No crime spree type of take over, just... cleaning up the field a bit. More and more clans were becoming gangs and it was lowering the moral of the general populace. Those were the types she was going to crush. Obliteration awaited any scum unlucky enough to make its presence known.
It was time to do some major recruiting.