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After getting dismissed by Commader Pollux, I went to Headquarters to find Polly. 

When I arrived, I found her still doing paperwork. I approached and saluted before standing there silently. 

She continued to fill out a page, taking a minute or so to scribble things down at a fast but even pace. Once she reached the bottom of the page, she took a breath, set down her pen, and turned to me. 

“Cooper. You know how to be patient. Keep that virtue.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So? What do you need?”

“I was told to come to you if I wanted to take the test for promotion to Captain.”

“Ah.”

She nodded and rested her hand on her fist, leaning against the desk while crossing one leg over the other. Dressed in the summoner fatigues, she looked just like an office lady, her gaze hardened by years of menial paperwork and military experience. 

“Yes, you can put in for it, but the test won’t happen right away. You first send in an application, which will be reviewed by High Command before getting accepted or rejected. If it’s accepted, then it’ll be sent back down and I’ll give you the books to study. After studying them, you’ll take the test. Once you pass, the Marshal here on base will carry out your promotion.”

“Understood.”

“Then wait here.”

She stood and walked off to another room. 4 minutes later, she was back. She placed two papers on the desk next to me. 

“There’s your application. Fill out the first page and I’ll complete the second. Here’s a pen, and there’s a table over there for you to use.”

“Thank you.”

I took the two items and headed to the table. Then, I read over the application. 

It was basic stuff, requiring details about me and my position in the military. Things like what base I was stationed at, who my commanding officer was, the rank I was putting in for, my duration of service, etc. 

I filled out most things easily. Before long, the entire page was filled out. The only difficult part was what to put down under a section titled “Reasons for Application.” 

What was I supposed to put down there? Why else did anyone want to be promoted? More money? Better benefits? It was like they couldn’t understand why anyone would want to have a higher rank. 

I rolled my eyes at that and put down some fluffy bullshit. Things like how I wanted to serve the Kingdom better, how effective I’d be being able to command more people, my past performance during academy. I had a hard time not cringing at my own work. I didn’t want it to seem like I was trying to jerk them off, but that was kind of how these things worked. It was all nothing more than ass kissing and false righteousness. 

Once done, I clicked my tongue and handed the page back to Polly. She looked over it, reading through my work before smirking and scribbling across the second page. 

“How ingratiating. Just based off this I’d think you were a noble.”

“Seeing as I’m trying to appeal to nobles, I figured that would work best.”

“Very true. But most people don’t even have this breadth of vocabulary, let alone know how to write in such a uselessly eloquent manner. Either way though, you’ve been on active duty for all of a day. I’d keep expectations realistic. Then again, if they’ve got their eyes on you, they’re probably waiting for this to come through with a stamp in hand.”

“I certainly didn’t ask for it, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“I would too.”

With that she stamped the second page before putting them together. 

“That’s all, Cooper. I’ll send this out with the next shipment. And keep your ears open. You’ll be receiving a message from me tonight with an instructional brief. Go to sleep early tonight, because you Pathfinders are waking up early tomorrow.”

“Understood.”

I saluted her, receiving a quick salute back, before I left headquarters. 

Next stop, my dorm. 

I arrived in the room a little while before dinner. I decided to get myself comfortable witht he free time I had. 

I figured that all of my issued gear should stay on me, so I just kept it in my storage. Then, I brought out the armor box. 

After setting it on my bed, I pulled off the letter attached to it, saw the insignia of a Marshal stamped on its front, and opened it. 

It was signed by Marshal Talerria, of the 2nd Warlock Corps. 

My brows raised as I read the letter. 



  Hello John. 

The shipment of armor you have received comes from an intercepted order within APR. You’re one of the extremely few summoners who have ever been place into a combat role on the level you have. The plan within APR was to give you a slightly modified warlock armor set, since both summoners and warlocks have ordinary bodies. But I understand that your coat is of higher quality than anything they would give you. Those armor sets can only sustain Authority 6 attacks at best, certainly nothing comparable to what your coat can take. 

So I intercepted the order and changed it. What you’ll find in the box is a pair of boots and pants. They’re rated for Authority 8 and equipped with temperature regulation, something you’ll appreciate in the snow capped Crags outside Stronghold Charlie. The boots also house a movement enchantment. I know that’s one of your weakpoints, and although this doesn’t outright solve it, it’ll certainly afford you more room for error. The enchantment is passive though toggleable, providing a power boost to your steps as well as weight reduction. It’s a step down from outright levitation, but that’s the cost for a passive effect. However, you can use the enchantment actively. It has limited fuel, but it can increase the power behind your steps up to 10 fold using air magic. Use it wisely, and don’t kill yourself by jumping too high. It’ll help you in the snow but you still need to understand that stealth will be your greatest ally. 

You can consider this an apology for not taking command over you. The other Marshals want to see you perform, which will naturally place you in danger. Thankfully, I know your Aura is up to the task, which is the only reason I stopped fighting to keep you under me when they came to me with their decision. Keeping you away from Umara at this point in time is for the best. It’s already gotten every major family off our backs, and it will remain that way so long as they don’t have to worry about you two fornicating. They’re hoping you two will drift away from each other. This will buy us time. So use it and get stronger. If you attain a high enough rank and gather the merits, you may actually acquire a noble title. This upcoming war will help facilitate that. Then, there will be no more opposition to you marrying my daughter. However, should you fall behind her Authority too much, marriage will quickly become a fantasy.

Take care of yourself, John. But keep up. Whether its thanks to you or not, Umara is advancing faster than ever. She’s currently on track to surpass me. As of writing this letter, I’m also preparing for her next advancement to Authority 6. So for her sake, I hope you’re as amazing as I think you are. 

I want her to be happy, John. Help me make that happen.


-Talexia



I smiled and sent the letter to my personal storage. I was glad to have her as an ally. 

Then, I opened the box. Inside was a pair of boots and pants. Both were black. 

I picked up the pants, noticing that they were a slightly baggy. That was probably because of the segmented armor plating covering the thighs, calves, and shins. The plating also made it pretty hefty.

The boots were similar. They were made of a relatively flexible leather and was equipped with some smaller metal plates. 

I hummed and took off my shoes before throwing the boots on. Once in, I found they were shockingly comfortable. 

After using leather straps to secure them, I stood and jumped around. No sound besides the tapping of my feet against the wooden floor. Even when I kicked something, there was nothing more than a normal thud. 

So it wouldn’t be a source of noise. That was good. After trying on the pants, I found they were the same. Overall, the two pieces of gear were heavy, though I enjoyed the room the slightly baggy pants gave me. Since they were thick, I needed it. 

It seemed these would serve me well alongside the coat. It was a good thing the Duchess decided to do this. Otherwise, I’d have the undershirt, then the armor, plus my coat, and topped off with the fur coat for camo. I’d end up discarding the armor if that was the case. 

Although now that I had these pants from the Duchess, I no longer needed the pants from my academy instructor Colonel Kotts. At least, not while I was in the field. I could wear it casually on base. 

After mentally preparing my outfits, I stashed everything and moved on to the next box. 

I brought it out, and the box took up a quarter of my room by itself. Once opened, I saw the workstation from Sawn. 

It was a desk that had several devices built into it, including some Orb projectors, a specialized Aerial, a large Node, and a large screen. 

On top of the desk was a letter. I grabbed it and gave it a quick scan. There was only one line. 

“Use your personal Aerial to log in. It’ll take your Crest information from that.”

I shrugged and looked down. The Aerial on the desk doubled as a kind of interface. I tapped my Aerial to it, the two devices flashing before the screen glowed to life. 

I sat down on the chair that came with the desk and watched as a wall of text appeared on the screen. 

Another letter, which I scanned. 

As promised, this was my workstation from Sawn. It was connected directly to the Sawn Industries network, with limited access to their repository. It was also equipped with a few programs that would help me design things, basically 3d modeling. 

The real kicker was how summoners could interface with it. It handled information just like an Orb did. Orbs were built by summoners, for summoners, and they allowed the direct use of Psyka to transcribe information. This workstation was no different, which meant I could draw things and scribe worded descriptions with nothing more than my mind and Aura. 

After reading about the details, I got to the last part of the message. It was the contract, a custom one made by Sawn. 

I would be receiving the job position of Design and Development Specialist. I’d have no formal schedule, and my obligations were limited. I would occasionally receive blueprints and designs and would seek to improve designated or alternate aspects. I would also be able to design my own pieces of tech and submit them for assessment. Should anything I made be used and eventually sold, I would receive commissions between 10% and 30% of the profits, depending on how much of the work was actually done by me. This point was negotiable per product. On top of that, I was to receive a weekly salary of 3 thousand coin.

Besides that, I would also have the opportunity to learn about enchanting, since that was a pretty big part of magical design. The lessons were all on the workstation, and learning them was up to me and my schedule. 

Finally, there was the last and most major stipulation of the contract. 

Doing this wouldn’t be free. Although I’d be giving him my knowledge, it wasn’t like Sawn knew its depth. All he knew was that I was a valuable summoner, someone who’d acquire more power than most other summoners. And because of that, he wanted to keep me to himself. 

So the last stipulation was that, in exchange for this opportunity and position, I was to promise that I wouldn’t work or interact with other companies or development entities for the next 30 years. I wouldn’t be allowed to talk to anyone about my intellectual property nor anything regarding Sawn Industries. 

Basically, it was a non-disclosure and non-compete agreement. And honestly, I didn’t mind all that much. 

Unless Sawn Industries crashed and burned, I had no reason to go anywhere else. And if they did crash and burn, there wouldn’t be anyone to stop me. 

Besides, who the hell knew what this world would look like in 30 years. It’d be unrecognizable in 10 with the Scourge Kings knocking on the door. So it wasn’t like I was tying myself down, and it wasn’t like money was doing that much for me right now. 

So when I saw the signature line at the bottom, as well as a Crest imprint, I simply signed. 

After that, the screen flashed. Then, I saw Sawn’s face. Around him was what seemed like a workshop. 

“Hello John. I’m glad to see you agreed to the contract. Just remember that as we move forward, some of details can be negotiated, such as commission and salary.”

“...”

“This is a live call, by the way.”

“Ah. Thank you, sir.”

I smiled. I had thought it was a video, but it seemed like it was programmed to connect us when I signed. 

“I look forward to working with you.”

“As do I. I think an important step in realizing your value will be learning enchanting. Although enchanting relies on warlocks and mana, summoners play an important part in the design process. The only limitation, should a summoner completely understand enchanting, is the warlock’s ability to apply the enchantments according to the design. To that end, I’m currently the second best enchanter. The best currently resides at the top of the Magic Tower. So for now, worry not about complexities and simply learn as much as you can. Anything you make will go through my hands first, and I’ll guide you should you need advice.”

“Understood.”

“As for your schedule, please take your time. Stronghold Charlie is one of the more dangerous places to be at. Focus on that first before worrying yourself with education. You can’t design anything if you’re dead.”

“Of course.”

I smirked a bit. Then, Sawn nodded. 

“If you need anything, like a trip back to the capital should you want to leave the military, just let me know. Your workstation can send messages to my own. Leave them there, and I will respond when I can. I’ve also given you a sign-on bonus of one month’s pay. It should deposit into your bank soon.”

“I’m grateful.”

“Mm. Goodbye then.”

The video call clicked off, leaving me to lean back into my seat. 

I was now an employee of Sawn Industries, given the freedom to create anything I wanted. I already had several pieces of technology I could give him, none of them magical, but more than revolutionary enough. And if I could learn enchanting, I’d be able to make some really special things. 

Although I wasn’t something like an engineer since I barely graduated from college, I still had a working knowledge of several technologies. I knew how combustion engines worked, I knew how turbines worked, I knew how trains and cars worked, I even knew how to make things like looms and printing presses and several other basic technologies and tools. 

It really wasn’t difficult conceptually. Although the designs would be basic, it wasn’t like this world could handle anything more. As I improved and put out more complex pieces, they would improve their ability to produce what I put out. 

The hardest part would be learning how to use whatever design program was on the workstation. After that, I could put together various technologies and send them off. I was also interested to see some of the designs they would send me. I didn’t know if I could improve them, but learning how they operated would be valuable. 

But that would wait for now. After turning off the workstation, I stood and left my room. It was about time for dinner. 

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all at set times. In between those times, small snacks would be put out for anyone that needed a bit more sustenance. 

When I got to the chow hall, I found that most of the base was already there. I simply jumped behind some people in line and waited to receive some servings. 

Once my tray was full I went and found a table that was sparsely populated, sitting on one end by myself. I didn’t know anybody here yet so I just stuck to myself for now. 

I gave a nod to the people at the other end of the table while I sat. There were three - two were Authority 8 while the other was Authority 9. They seemed like friends and none of them cared enough to have a chat with me. 

I just ate my dinner while operating my aerial, sending and receiving messages with Umara. We could go days at a time without talking to each other, while sometimes we’d hold conversations for hours at a time. 

She told me about the fact that she was close to Authority 6. She had already mentioned stuff about it so I wasn’t surprised seeing the topic in Talexia’s letter. However, one thing only I and Tana knew about was her recent advancements regarding Aura. 

From her descriptions of it, her breakthrough was sensory in nature. She told me how she could sense things ith far greater detail, but more than that, the things around her took on extra attributes. She said that the air took on different colors and textures while she could sense the inherent natures of different materials like metals and fabrics. 

Of course, these colors and textures she was seeing weren’t actually colors and textures. It was all sensed via Aura and Mana. In the case of her vision picking up colors int he air, I assumed that she was actually seeing the elements composing the air, things like nitrogen and oxygen. When I asked about it, she said that the majority of the air was composed of a neutral gray color while there were hints of blue. She couldn’t see much of anything else, unless she rocused on different sources of other types of air. 

For instance, the air that someone exhaled appeared different than ambient air. She said there was a greater hint of something similar to violet in that air. Perhaps that was carbon dioxide. And in the case of fire, there was a majority of that violet color along with colors like red and brown. 

The conclusion after she had tested various things was that she was now sble to differentiate the elements, and not magical elements. Air was no longer just a transparent gas around her, but a mixture of different fluids. And most importantly, she was already learning how to focus her control based on the element. It was as simple as separating oxygen from nitrogen, but the applications for that kind of ability were endless. 

However, that in itself posed more questions. 

Why could she control some elements but not others? Why could she pull oxygen out fo the atmosphere, but not something like iron out of the ground? Was it as simple as being the difference between a gas and a solid? Or did the magical Elements differentiate themselves based on other attributes?

It felt like an impossible question to answer, especially since I wasn’t a warlock myself. I could only pose those questions to Umara and educate her in hopes that she could figure it out for herself. But no matter what, the question wouldn’t be answered until she mastered at least one other Element, like Fire, which she was currently trying to gain affinity for. 

Still, she was excited, and I was happy for her. Her Aura was starting to go down the path of precision, which would allow her to utilize the knowledge I was giving her. Being able to tell the difference between things like nitrogen and oxygen would bet he first step in developing new spells that harnessed the power of exotic compounds and chemicals. One of her goals was to be able to utilize poison gas, like mustard gas. Now, she was on her way to doing just that. 

She’d be a force to be reckoned with very soon. I could hardly imagine her limits. 

With those thoughts in mind I polished off my tray and returned it to its designated disposal area. After that I left the chow hall wordlessly. 

Not long after that, I received a message on my Aerial from Polly. 

“Orders for Beta Platoon: Mission brief in briefing room 2 at 0500 hours.”

I hummed and continued walking back to my room. That was an early wake up call. 

I simply set my alarm and got ready for bed. After finishing any organizing I had to do, I piled on my own cushions, blankets, and pillows onto the bed. There was no way I was sleeping on the normal pad of cardboard. That was a lesson I had learned at the Magisterium. Always bring your own luxuries. 

After that, I hastened myself to sleep. I wondered how long my application would take to get processed. I hoped it wouldn’t be long. I’d like to get my rank up quicker than not. 


Comments

mathieu brassard

I wonder if John know of unworkable technology on earth that could be actualized with magic. as an example, Nicolas Tesla's turbine is fonctionnal as small scale and mathematicly more powerful than any hydro-turbine a larger scale. it is basicly a stack of vertical disks being spun by water going through the smal space between each disk. at large scale, the outside of the disk stack goes supersonic, creating sonic booms and vibrations, destroying explosively the contraption. not viable with real life physics without a vacuum, which is impossible to have both water flow and vacuum in the same space