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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Thacea and Emma’s Bedroom. The Tent. Local Time: 0500 Hours.

Emma Booker

I fucked up.

Big time.

And I had no one else but myself to blame.

You know that feeling when you dive head-first into a project that you had zero doubts would somehow work itself out in the end?

The sudden surge of confidence that comes as the indomitable human spirit suddenly takes the wheel, and assumes that just because you were having guests over for dinner tonight, that you’d be able to assemble the dining table, the countertop and everything else but the kitchen sink?

Well that was me at 0300 hours when my eyes landed upon the hygiene module, and pictured the inevitable outcome of a steaming hot shower after an entire day of nonstop grinding.

I couldn’t help myself but to fall into the same trap as every other would-be DIY-er. I couldn’t stop the excitement, the sudden surge of energy, and the absolute hyperfixation that came with completing a project that promised nothing but endless positives, at the expense of some time and effort that would prove minimal in the grand scheme of things.

My sights were set solely on the endless possibilities of what would come after everything was assembled and done, that I never stopped to ask myself if I actually could.

Or more specifically, if certain fundamental basics allowed for the whole plan to work in the first place.

But I’d read through the manual, and followed every procedure too.

I was this close to completing the task at hand.

However, reality came down hard when I got to the final, deceptively simple part of the assembly process.

A part that was, objectively, the most straightforward one out of everything.

Yet it was the one that doomed me, and had single-handedly turned all those hours of toil and sacrifice into nothing more than a complete exercise in futility.

FINAL STEP: REFER TO [UNDESIGNATED WATER SOURCE] FOR ATTACHMENT OF INTAKE PIPE [EIP23] TO EXTERNAL PUMPING MODULE [EPM-1].

That one, final instruction, decimated me.

Especially as I got to that final step at just shy of 0500 hours, when I finally had the entire damn module set up, only to realize that I had missed out on a vital pre-procedure checklist that I’d purposefully skipped because I’d assumed it would be a non-issue.

And that’s why I only had myself to blame for this fiasco.

Because I’d assumed that the availability of a water-source in the dorms would’ve been an open and shut case. It only made sense that that was the case, as I saw that Thacea had clearly used the dorm’s en-suite to shower just the night before.

It was because of this that I didn’t even bother checking the bathroom to begin with. I thought that whatever was in there could’ve easily fit the hyper-modular fittings of the source-intake pipe.

My thoughts couldn’t have been further from the truth however, as what I saw within that bathroom made me question the very fabric of my own reality.

As within those four marble walls, was nothing.

Nothing, but a series of dull flat marble surfaces, and some strange wall-fittings that looked like something out of a 21st century ‘modern’ art exhibit.

There was nothing here that resembled a tap, or even hinted at the fact that there were even any pipes carrying running water behind those four bare walls.

The only other thing of note here was an unseen light source keeping the bathroom lit.

Aside from that, there was literally nothing else here.

This meant I had only one option available to me.

The most logical and straightforward option, of simply nudging the avinor princess awake just so I could ask where I could find a fucking tap.

Whilst it was the most straightforward thing to do, I just couldn’t get myself to doing it.

I’d thought about going up those stairs to nudge the avian awake, to then apologize profusely for disturbing her sleep… but given everything Thacea had done for me thus far, and considering the fact that I was responsible for almost all of the headaches we were currently experiencing, it just felt wrong for me to disturb here at that hour.

So I was left with the inconvenient truth of my circumstances, and decided to just embrace the suck, toughing out the folly of my hubris…

At least, until morning came around.

At that point, I could rest easy in actually asking the princess for pointers on the enigmatic machinations of the bathroom.

Until then, I would sleep.

And hopefully, my shortsighted adventure would bear some fruit when morning rears its ugly head around.

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Thacea and Emma’s Bedroom. Local Time: 1000 Hours.

Emma Booker

Good news: Half of my hard work actually paid off.

Bad news: Only half of my hard work actually paid off.

Upon waking up three hours later, forcing my carcass up and back into the suit, I’d managed to flag down Thacea just as she was getting out of bed.

The princess’ reactions to my questions were nothing short of the politeness I’d expected from her.

Which managed to put me at ease as I was getting worried I was starting to get on her nerves with my constant flurry of questions.

The bathroom turned out to be yet another demonstration of the Nexus’ completely unhinged philosophies. As it relied entirely on a mana user’s manipulation of the room to operate. Apparently, they took the whole concept of a modular, personalized room, and just ran with it. Making it so that every aspect of the room relied solely on the mana user to work, as they had to shape, form, and structure the otherwise blank slate before use. This was supposedly done so that the room could be made to fit the precise criterion of a person’s liking. To me however, it just felt like another bizarre concept out of the Nexus’ overkill, zany, mana-addled idea-pool.

Thankfully, certain elements could be permanently turned on.

This included the water mains, which I immediately hooked up the pipes to, as the mana-contaminated water was quickly siphoned into a series of filtration units, all with the express purpose of extracting every ounce of mana present within the water.

This process took about two hours to do.

But by the end of it, I was rewarded for all my troubles by one of the best showers I’ve ever had.

All of the stress, even the constant ticking of the bomb which now gnawed at the back of my mind, seemed to fade away for a few short minutes as the warm water washed everything away.

But that about wrapped up the good news.

The bad news however, came in the form of the little MREDD experiment from the previous night.

As I opened the triple-airlocked compartment on my side of the tent, I was met with what could only be described as ‘food’ in name and aesthetics alone.

The soft, white, fluffy loaf of bread had literally become a baton. Whilst the pancakes were now more reminiscent of a mini-frisbee that cracked and crumbled the moment I laid my fingers on them.

My immeasurable disappointment grew the longer I stood there next to the MREDD, and the longer I stared at the small stack of dust that was once a perfectly cooked stack of pancakes.

Beyond this however, I could feel a bit of anxiety seeping in, as the results of the experiment did make me a bit anxious as to the long-term food security of this mission.

Then again, I should’ve expected this result.

It was the first calibration test after all.

“I should’ve expected this, shouldn’t I?” I spoke to no one in particular, but quickly garnered the attention of the EVI who remained within the power armor that currently stood imposingly just a few feet away from me.

“That is correct, Cadet Booker. As you are already aware, the MREDD is designed with multiple calibration protocols in-effect, each which correspond to the type and densities of the foodstuffs to be desaturated. In addition to this, the systems are designed to test the maximal extraction threshold against the subjective palatability gradient with the food safety variable as an integral aspect of these tests. Thus, the first-round extraction procedures dictate that the MREDD will attempt maximal extraction settings. In order to both stress-test the components and systems, as well as to garner data on the mana-extraction process at the maximal setting.”

I blinked rapidly upon hearing the EVI’s explanation being blasted from my suit’s speakers. It felt somewhat jarring turning around to face my armor talking to me. But then again, I should’ve expected it, as I’d yet to set up any other speaker systems within the tent for it to speak through.

“I know, EVI. They already ran everything by me during the briefings. Though I would be lying if I didn’t say I sort of hoped that putting the food under full blast for 7 hours would’ve somehow miraculously resulted in something edible.” I managed out with a sigh.

“Cadet Booker, it is logical to assume that since the extraction of mana from both food and water is indeed viable, that the only point of contention is now the palatability of the foodstuffs rendered through the MREDD.”

“Yeah, well…” I trailed off as I began tapping on the loaf of bread that sounded like styrofoam when I  hit it hard enough. “I think you and I have different definitions of palatable.”

“I am confident that the mana-extraction process can be optimized, Cadet Booker. It is at this point that I must ask that you assess the palatability of the designated foodstuff marked CONSUMABLE GROUP A, ITEM 1, for the purposes of data-gathering and analysis.” The AI spoke in a no-nonsense fashion, as I turned around, giving it a look of utter incredulity.

“You want me to try to eat this?” I shot back, tapping on the styrofoam bread for added effect.

“I require data on the palatability of foodstuff A-1 [BREAD] as it is a subjective dataset relying entirely on the input of the human subject.” The AI continued.

I couldn’t help but to shudder at that last line, especially with how it was delivered.

A lot of media back at home was currently going through another AI-apocalypse phase, with a lot of movies, both immersive and traditional, diving deep into the uncomfortable topics of human-AI relations post AI-takeover.

Being stuck in a bare, white tent, with a monotone, somewhat disgruntled-sounding VI talking to me through a suit of armor several heads taller than me all the while suddenly referring to me as subject really wasn’t doing my movie-binging gremlin brain any favors.

I hesitated for a few seconds, tentatively staring at the bread, then the armor, then back to the bread again, before finally going for it.

CRUNCH

It did not end well.

“Cadet Booker, I did not require that you actively consume a foodstuff you consider inedible or are uncomfortable eating. I merely needed a dataset for the purposes of this experiment, even if that data-set is a refusal to consume the foodstuff in question.”

I stared back at the VI with unamused eyes and a mouthful of hard-tack currently turning my mouth into the Greater Sahara.

“Damnghit Aeevi.” I managed out with a mouth full of bland, stale bread, before reaching for the water dispenser which thankfully still had some mana-free water inside of it.

“Shall I log A-1 down as unpalatable then, Cadet?” The AI spoke with a hint of disappointment in its voice.

Though I was probably imagining that latter bit.

Projection was a heck of a thing after all.

“Yes. And make sure you clarify your intent next time.” I snapped back, as I finished up what limited bits of housekeeping I needed to for now. Which included punting the balled-up undersuit into the washer, getting the wash and dry cycle started, before grabbing a fresh undersuit from the cargo airlock and quickly putting it on.

“I guess the next test with the MREDD includes extracting mana at a slow, sustained rate?” I spoke as I began recalibrating the different electronic components within the undersuit.

“Correct, Cadet Booker. Provided of course, that the foodstuffs are of a similar type, and contain similar properties to GROUP A.”

“Acknowledged.” I responded promptly, shuddering a bit as the haptic feedback finished its calibration cycles. “Alright then, we got a lot of work ahead of us, so let’s get going. System status, SRR?” I asked as per protocol, steadying my hand on one of the mobility handles on the suit’s back.

“Diagnostics running… pending… All systems nominal, Cadet Booker. Status: Ready for standard operations.”

“Operator acknowledges system status after pre-mission diagnostics.” I replied dryly, and with a few final breaths I pulled myself back into the armor. “Current objectives? Preferably the ones I listed before dozing off last night?” I continued, as my eyes quickly readjusted to the constant assault on the senses that was the HUD.

“Priority Objective: Locate and Secure Container 10. Current time remaining until activation of the Denial of Sensitive Assets to Unauthorized Parties Protocols… 36 hours, 34 minutes, and 47 seconds.”

“Alright then, let’s pay a visit to our dear old friend… hopefully she’s alive and lucid enough to get us to the bottom of this little predicament.”

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Thacea and Emma’s Bedroom. Local Time: 1020 Hours.

Emma Booker

Transitioning from the tent to the marble and cobblestone world of the Academy was always jarring. Opening those external protective flaps to reveal something that wasn’t more bare white paneling and drab gray composalite would probably be something I’d need to get used to.

Regardless, I quickly got into the swing of things, as I was met with the likes of Thacea who was waiting for me on one of the many ornate seats that formed the mini-living room within our loft.

“Was the water to your liking, Emma?” Thacea asked with a clack of her beak.

“I managed to squeeze in a couple minutes worth of a shower, so that’s a win in my book!” I beamed out. “But with a constant stream of filtered water filling up my reservoirs now, I should be able to get something more substantial later tonight.”

The princess nodded slowly at that. “The lengths to which you need to go, just to attain what we take for granted on a daily basis, is quite remarkable Emma.”

“It is what it is, Thacea.” I shrugged in response. “The very air I breathe needs to be filtered. This whole world, or heck, even your worlds are actively hostile to human life. These measures are something that are cumbersome, and seriously draining to deal with, but it’s necessary. Besides, it’s not as if these measures are something new where I come from. My people have had a history of intrepid explorers, brave pioneers, and foolish thrillseekers who all surge forward into inhospitable domains just so they can crest the next wave, or see what’s over the next hill.” I paused for a moment, as I was tempted to strike a pose, but quickly decided against it. “I’m just furthering a legacy that’s already been established. Or at least, I hope I’m doing that. Heck if I know if I’m actually doing things right. I’m just making the best of my situation half of the time.”

“I can’t say I can understand the appeal of this legacy of seeking after hostile-domains.” Thacea responded with an equal mix of curiosity and genuine concern. “And I do not know what manner of civilization would result from such a culture, though I do harbor a morbid curiosity to inquire further… However, I can most certainly resonate with your latter statements, Emma. Half of the court politics I contend with simply amounts to making do with the hand you’ve been dealt, of making best of one’s situation, and doing whatever it is in your limited scope and power to maintain life, security, and perhaps some waning semblance of your own personal liberty. It’s a great game, where doubt comes naturally as a result of being a player and not the host.”

There was a small pause that followed Thacea’s response as one point in particular caught my attention more than any other.

It was unfortunate that it was so topical as well, given how if things had turned out any differently, this conversation would’ve moved right on into an hours-long exchange of life and culture.

“Thacea… would you mind if I consulted you on something?” I began, as the gears in my head began turning now at the first major issue of the day.

The princess seemed to catch on as she leaned forward in hear seat intently, and nodded. “By all means.”

“Something happened last night at the workshop, and it wasn’t anything to do with the armorer… though, we can talk about that later.” I took a deep breath as I shelved that topic for another time. “Did you happen to pay any attention to Ilunor’s whereabouts after I left for the workshop?”

“Not particularly, no. Lord Rul-, erm, Ilunor had seemingly remained in his room until Thalmin and I retired to our respective rooms. After that, I simply have no recollection of anything beyond my own domicile.”

“Well, Ilunor followed me to the workshop.” I stated plainly, pausing for a moment to gauge Thacea’s reaction. Of which there really was none as she managed to keep that signature poker-face that was probably second nature to her by now.

“And I’m assuming since you managed to uncover this, that his meddling had failed in some way shape or form?” Thacea shot back coolly.

“Correct. However, here’s where things get complicated. I’ll save the bulk of the events for later, but long story short, the discount kobold decided to use some sort of a projection spell to spook me just as I was in the middle of the weapons inspection with the armorer, and the projection used wasn’t just something a random monster or anything… he purposefully chose to bring out a carbon-copy version of the null.”

Thacea’s face shifted at this, which given how difficult it was to phase her, probably meant her mind was going through the full implications of this revelation.

I pressed on as Thacea urged me to continue with a single nod. “Well, I shot it. And, no, nobody got hurt. And eventually, the armorer managed to corner and capture Ilunor. However, when pressed about why he was there to begin with? Well… I think it’s easier if I let you see for yourself.”

It was with this that I brought out my data-pad, and began replaying the relevant scenes for Thacea to see.

From the brief spats between Ilunor and the armorer, all the way to my confrontation with the diminutive lizard himself, and the sudden shift in tone as he changed from unwaveringly confrontational to suddenly amenable as I finally opened up and began speaking his language, Thacea’s gaze remained completely transfixed.

Yet despite being inundated with this sudden flood of information, with a completely unexpected tangent, she soon responded cooly and without much in the way of a delay. “This complicates matters.” She began slowly. “This entire situation calls for a complete reevaluation of the dynamics of this peer group, and how we need to approach Lord Rul-, Ilunor.” Thacea promptly corrected herself before continuing. “There’s a great number of layers to this unexpected development, each of which hints at a greater game being played here, and points at the fact that there are a great number of interested parties beyond just Ilunor.” The princess took a moment to let out an exasperated coo, her eyes finally moving away from the tablet and back to me. “You must understand as well as I, that Ilunor’s actions do not constitute a scheme of his own making, correct?”

“That I do.” I nodded simply. “The fact that he’s even bothering to do this in the first place is outside of his whole I’m above you persona. I’m not sure if the same rings true here, but where I come from, becoming a spook is not something that most people in high and mighty positions would ever consider. Besides, I think we have a lead. I don’t think a student would actively defer a bit of punishment from a lower level administrator, in order to fast-track it to the highest authorities if they weren’t in cahoots with them.”

“This coincides with my observations of these developments as well, Emma.” Thacea responded with a resonant chirp. “To add to this, his knowledge of the null is most certainly not circumstantial, and considering he was absent from our adventures the previous day, his knowledge of this creature would hint to either the feeding of information via a higher benefactor, or a direct observation of our activities from afar. Either way, this does not bode well.”

“This leads me to what I wanted to consult you on, Thacea. If Ilunor’s out there waiting for us right now, would it be best if we confronted him outright in front of Thalmin or-”

“No.” Thacea interjected sharply, and with a certainty that was almost uncharacteristic of her. “You’ve played your cards well last night, Emma. Or, as well as one can given the circumstances. However, you’ve also made yourself known as not just another pawn, but a player in the game. At least when it comes to Ilunor’s eyes. By pursuing this dialogue with him, there is a higher likelihood that the Vunerian will divulge more information as he speaks to you frankly, beyond what his current facade would allow. Confronting him in the open would be an open suicide to that endeavor.” Thacea took a moment to sigh as she gripped her forehead tight. “The game is most often played behind closed doors, Emma. It is best that we handle the Ilunor situation with exceptional care, and do not agitate it further. This is now a matter between you and the Vunerian, as Thalmin and I are not privy to these transactions.”

I couldn’t help but to mimic the princess by gripping my forehead as well, letting out a sigh as the complex court politics had begun seeping in faster  than I expected. “That shouldn’t be too hard though. We have the apprentice situation on the top of our agenda anyways. So we’ll address this issue with Thalmin, in private, at a later date. Right now, we’ll look past it and move forward with the apprentice.” I managed out with an exasperated breath.

“That is an acceptable plan.” Thacea responded promptly as she stood up and began straightening out her uniform. “Right then, shall we proceed?”

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Living Room. Local Time: 1025 Hours.

Emma Booker

As we exited the bedroom, we were once more met with a similar sight reminiscent of the previous day’s. As there, on the couch, were the bickering pair that had seemed to have carried over their arguments from the previous night.

Except this time, the context seemed to have thankfully shifted to something new.

“Every minute I waste in this room for the sake of that Earthrealmer is another minute that I grow increasingly more famished. It is unbecoming of a noble to sit in waiting for a commoner. In fact, it should be the other way around. Or perhaps this is yet another one of your Havenbrockian reforms that test the Nexus’ patience, Prince Thalmin?” I could hear Ilunor snapping at Thalmin just as we made our way into the living room proper.

Thalmin, amazingly, resisted responding in kind as he got up as soon as we made our way towards the pair.

“We were waiting for the both of you, but it should be fine. Should we miss the breakfast, there is always an a la carte menu we can-”

“I have met the criterion for your unlawful detainment, mercenary. Thus, I shall take my leave.” Ilunor promptly jumped off from the couch and began trotting his way over to the door, his little legs were clearly attempting to generate some sort of a forceful series of thumps as he did so, but only resulted in a light series of taps given his diminutive size.

“Hold on a minute there! That wasn’t our agreement! You agreed to-”

“I agreed to wait for the Earthrealmer and the tainted one. I have no other reason to be here. Now, I must resume my extracurriculars. You lot can do whatever it is you get up to. I will be having none of it.” Ilunor turned to face the Lupinor one final time, before slamming the front door shut, and skittering off.

This made things so much simpler as it meant we were in the clear for now.

“I’m sorry princess.” Thalmin turned to face Thacea. “I thought we might be able to squeeze something out of him yet, perhaps at breakfast, but he’s as squirmy as a prairie rodent.”

“It’s quite alright, Thalmin.” Thacea began, as she turned towards me as if to confirm whether or not I wanted her to proceed on my behalf. To which I did. “There are a few matters we must address regarding Ilunor, which I suggest we do over a short breakfast, as we have even more pressing matters following this.”

After a reluctant pause, the lupinor prince nodded in agreement, leading to both of us sitting down-

ALERT: LOCALIZED SURGE OF MANA-RADIATION DETECTED, 275% ABOVE BACKGROUND RADIATION LEVELS

-and a privacy screen being brought down soon after.

“So, shall we talk about this over a brunch platter?”

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The Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts, En Route to the Healing Wing. Local Time: 1050 Hours.

Thalmin’s reactions were nothing short of what I’d expected.

There was absolute outrage, followed by an unrepentant series of growls, capped off with barks of seething anger at the same clips I’d played for Thacea earlier.

The mercenary prince was perhaps even more uncomfortable than I was at my entry into this game, as it was clear Thalmin despite his noble heritage, wasn’t really one to dabble in it at all.

“I’m telling you Emma, this is a dangerous path forward. Are you certain you are making the wisest choice?” He spoke once again, continuing the conversation from earlier, underneath yet another privacy screen Thacea was maintaining as we approached the medical wing.

“I don’t like it either, Thalmin. There’s nothing more I hate than playing politics, but it’s unfortunately a pill I have to swallow if we’re going to get to the bottom of the issues surrounding Ilunor. I mean, I overheard your arguments with the small thing even as I arrived back to the dorms last night. I really don’t think confronting him normally is going to get us anywhere.”

The lupinor let out a sigh of defeat at that, as he lowered his head in my general direction. “I can’t fault that logic, Emma. Perhaps… speaking his language, as you put it, would bring us some resolution to this frankly irritating problem. However…” The Lupinor’s voice lowered, just as we were about to reach the doors to the wing proper. “I know how these games work, Emma. It’s dangerous, so make sure you tread lightly, and just know that I, as part of your peer group, am here should the need arise.” The prince reassured me with a smirk, as we pushed past the double doors and into the medical wing proper.

Or at least, that’s what I thought, as we were instead halted at what looked to be a massive circular room with several doors clearly leading to more areas of the wing.

Two large armed gargoyles tapped their spears, preventing entry, as another figure fast approached.

“Halt!” The voice commanded, belonging to a large, shadowy, burly figure whose face was hidden underneath an unnatural shadow casted by his hood, revealing just two trapezoidal lights where his eyes should be. “The healing wing is currently not accepting any visitors. So state your ailment, or leave where you came from.” The voice boomed, echoing throughout the large open space as all eyes within the room now landed squarely on us and our next move.