Chapter 296 (Patreon)

Chapter 296

Matt was a little surprised when he got a non urgent message about their next mission. He had been waiting on tenterhooks to receive a message that they were being called in to solve some crisis, when he got a message telling him they would meet up tomorrow afternoon to be deployed again.

Getting hours to look over his new armor and weapon just felt odd after their last few missions, where they were being used to put out fires.

General Darrow nodded to the three of them as they arrived and they took their seats with the others who arrived.

Dena leaned over to Matt and whispered, “What do you think they are going to want us to do? Any ideas?”

Matt shrugged. “I was going to ask you that same thing. You've been doing this longer than we have, after all. Is being warned a day in advance normal?”

Eric agreed. “When they can, they like to give us that much time, so when it's not an emergency, yes. But we’re a rapid response team, soooo…”

Matt agreed with Eric. He probably shouldn't count on such warnings in the future.

When Allie and Zack arrived, the former being dragged by her elbow by the latter, General Darrow started the briefing.

“While it's been a few months for us, it's only been two weeks in real time since our last mission, and we can already see it's been a rousing success. The entire push has stalled out thanks to the lack of supplies in that sector.”

A number of images appeared on the screen behind Darrow and Matt scanned through them. The war front was filled with yellow contacts with the occasional orange, and with only a handful of red, which was a good thing. Yellow meant the Empire defenders were under siege but not in immediate danger of falling. Orange meant they were struggling and expected to fall within a decade, and red meant they were expected to fall within five years if nothing changed.

When they had gone out for their last mission, most of the war front had been orange or red. So, seeing that situation almost completely reversed, it meant their attack on the supply depot had been the right call. It meant their fight with Maven had been worth it. It meant their weeks of suffering through chaotic space had been worth it.

It was satisfying to see their actions having such an immediate impact.

Darrow let them peruse a little before he moved on. “Our actions even allowed three Tier 35 armies to be encircled and they are slowly being ground down.”

Matt looked at the indicated spots and smiled. That was the danger of advancing one Tier of the battlefield beyond the established battle lines. Without support from the surrounding armies, you were vulnerable to being collapsed on by a dozen armies at once, which was exactly what happened to the three worlds Darrow highlighted.

Odds were, once it was clear they weren’t going to be rescued, the armies would surrender. Then, they would either be traded for prisoners or kept as long-term prisoners to reduce the number of Tier 35 combatants on the enemy's side.

Matt was just proud to see their mission having a greater impact on the overall war. That was what Ascenders were supposed to do.

“As for our next missions, High Command believes that our expertise is best utilized in two places at once. To that end, we are splitting Team Zero in half, with the Ascenders being the cores of each team. Light, Shadow, Origami, Torment, Bulwark, and myself will make up one team, with Torch, Quill, Scoop, Stick, Stone, Bolt, and Drifter on the other. We will make a joint strike to Isseral and Qubai to relieve their respective sieges. Then we will diverge to our own separate missions.”

Allie leaned forward like that would make General Darrow tell them her mission faster. “The team that is going with me will be hitting three other planets in short order before we slip behind enemy lines to scare them into thinking we will attack another supply depot. If that scares the enemies like we believe, we will go and attack…”

General Darrow indicated a place deep inside Federation space. “Selkor Nine. It's a Federation training ground, and they train almost a twentieth of their Tier 25 armies in that system.”

Allie slammed the table. “Fuck yeah! Now that’s a mission! What if they don’t reinforce the local supply depots though? Are we going to hit them?”

General Darrow nodded. “That is an optional secondary objective, though it's deemed unlikely for obvious reasons. If such an opportunity does arise, we will most likely just burn the place down rather than trying to secure any goods. The enemy Great Powers will have counters in place to prevent what we accomplished from happening again so easily.”

Zack raised a finger indicating he had a question, and once Darrow acknowledged him, he asked, “What opposition do we expect from the Federation in Selkor Nine? A training ground can’t be so undefended that we can do as we like unimpeded, no?”

Darrow waved his hand, and a system read out sprung up. “Selkor Nine is part of a sector where life developed early, which means star systems are only a few light years apart and still moving in chaotic patterns. While that has its advantages, it means the system gets semi-frequent asteroid storms. Our current idea is to silently drift in along with the asteroids and then burn as many transport ships, training halls, data banks, and most importantly, newly formed battalions, as we can before we are forced to retreat.”

Allie looked like she wanted to object at the idea of retreating, but Darrow highlighted a system next to Selkor Nine. “Selkor Eleven is a healing center that’s stationed close by. They will be able to bring in millions, if not more, of well trained troops as reinforcements  in a matter of hours. There is no doubt that we will be forced to retreat in short order.”

Before Allie could complain further, Darrow pointed to Selkor Eleven. “As we retreat, we intend to swing by Selkor Eleven and see if we can make any attacks of opportunity there, but it's unlikely that the Federation commanders will send out all of their troops to Selkor Nine. If they did, we will take actions that I decide are appropriate based on the situation we encounter.”

Darrow then turned his attention back to the other half of the room. Matt’s half. “As for the rest of you, your mission is a little more… Delicate.”

Matt raised an eyebrow at that, and his confusion was reflected by the rest of his half of Team Zero.

“Your mission is going to take you into Guild territory. There, you will link up with their commanders and assist them. We believe that they want to take and hold a shipyard to starve out a section of the battlefield, but the real goal will be…”

The screen Darrow changed, and a profile appeared with five people on it.

Klix Vutru, Fred Baxter, Cameron Chime, Dame-Askor, and Jastor Keys.

The five of them were old Federation elites on the level of Maven before her buff, but more than that, Klix and Dame-Askor were known for their similar Domains that slowed speedsters and teleporters alike. They had also set up a forward base deep inside Guild space, and the Federation was using it as a springboard to launch attacks on the supply lines.

Normally, the Guilds would have crushed such an outpost with numbers or sent their own peak elites to counter those stationed there, along with an army or two to outnumber the defenders. They had tried, but lost one of their own peak elites thanks to two of the Federation elites hiding their presences. Guild information sources suspected the Federation had at least two more peak elites there, which was why they were keeping the system contained rather than wiping it out.

Matt checked the dates and understood why Allie and Zack weren’t being sent to handle the situation. She could probably counter or at least deal with the anti-teleporting Domains, but the Federation had laid this trap for a decade and hadn’t sprung it or repurposed it yet, which almost guaranteed there was something more to it.

But a trap meant to take out Allie and Zack wasn’t going to be built to take out Matt and his team.

If things went well, they would spring the trap, take the bait, and kill a few peak elites in one fell swoop.

The idea was enticing.

“Your mission there is to spring the trap then kill as many of the peak elites as possible. Then, you will move with Guild forces and target a few of the more stubborn enemy stations.” Darrow opened his mouth but said nothing for a long moment. Matt wondered what made the usually steady man so conflicted, but he got his answer when Darrow half shrugged. “This is nothing more than a rumor that has made its way to me, but there is talk about the Guilds making a strike at Tera Torment as a tertiary objective. You will most likely be asked to assist in said strike.”

Matt looked at the provided information and winced as he saw Tera Torment was a Tier 26 peak elite, known for her curse spells that inflicted debilitating amounts of pain before killing the victims. The war had interrupted her advancement to the Tier 30 brackets, but she had continued her rampage in the war before popping in and out to advance her cultivation. If their information was correct, she was nearing the peak of Tier 26, which explained why the Guilds wanted to take her out before she was able to stabilize herself at Tier 27.

That was not going to be an easy fight, but if they could take her out, they could score a significant blow to the Sects.

“Officially, you will fall under Guild leadership, but you are free to accept or deny the mission as you see fit.”

Liz leaned forward and asked, “Is this why you’re not going with our half?”

General Darrow’s face remained expressionless as he said, “It is standard operating procedure to keep high level field commanders out of allied territory to prevent confusion in the chain of command. That said, I don't know enough about the situation to give an answer as to whether or not the secondary mission is a good one or not.”

Matt snorted. “The fact there are rumors means it's not a secret at all.”

Darrow grinned. “Exactly. And the Guilds know that. I’m sure even if their target is Tera Torment, the plan isn’t so simple as rumors are to be believed. You have discretion and can act as you see fit, but remember, the Guilds are our allies and aren't so foolish as to throw away millennia of goodwill by getting the three of you killed in a foolish strike. Still, they also have their own plans and objectives.”

Matt pondered the situation and came to the conclusion that Darrow didn’t know anything more than they did, and was powerless to change anything even if he could come up with a better plan.

That wasn’t a great feeling, but it also wasn’t unusual. They were Ascenders; they were expected to be able to handle themselves.

They ended up asking a few more questions that Darrow didn’t have the answers to before they were loaded up into their respective ships. Matt was happy to be traveling with Joy instead of the replacement pilot the other half of their team was going with.

Allie had to make two jumps, but she teleported both teams near their first objectives of Isseral and Aenixar.

One jump later, Matt heard Drifter call out, “Prepare for fire!”

Hearing that, Matt jumped to his feet and spread his spiritual perception.

Thankfully, things weren’t nearly as bad as he feared. Aenixar itself wasn’t under fire, which was his initial worry after hearing they were under attack the moment they jumped into the system. While it was incredibly rare for an inhabited planet to fall directly under attack, there were always exceptions to the rules that prevented such things. The easiest and most likely was if the Empire defenders decided to retreat to the inhabited planet for some reason, but that wasn’t the case here.

No, they had simply been redirected into an ambush that grabbed any people or ships who entered real space and pulled them away from the inhabited planet  into a location deeper in space.

That was fine, though. Their shields could handle such an ambush and Drifter’s cannons were more than enough to cut a hole through the attackers.

More units moved in to engage with them, but Matt knew how to fix that. He poked his head out of one of the side hatches and shot a [Breach] at one of the chasing ships. The ship was too close; it simply evaporated as it was crushed by the siege spell that struck it head on.

That caused the rest of the pursuing ships to scatter, which meant they were free to fly to the outermost planet of the system that was under siege. The trap they had been pulled into had put them on the other side of the sun, which meant it took them a full two days to fly to the besieged plant, giving the attackers plenty of time to defend.

That didn’t mean they were any more prepared for them. As this was a Tier 25 world and there were no reported elites in the army, they fell like wheat under the farmer's scythe.

The battle was so quick and easy, it felt almost anti-climatic after their battle with Maven and her elites.

Those cultivators had been damn strong and had put up stiff resistance, while these troops were little more than spell fodder. Even their officers couldn’t stand up to more than a blow or two before falling.

And they weren’t even using their new weapons and armor, as they were saving those as a bit of a trump card for their attack in the guilds.

Aster could have killed her way through the army alone if she had wanted to, if she was using the boosts from their new gear.

Thankfully, the enemies were republic fighters, so they surrendered when it was clear that there was nothing they could do to stand in their way.

It was there that Matt really understood why Duke Waters disdained to fight at his own Tier. When most people were so much weaker than you that ending their lives took no more thought than killing a fly, it was hardly exciting to do so. It was just bullying the weak, and none of them could be bothered with that.

Once they relieved the siege of Aenixar, they reentered chaotic space and waited for the other half of Team Zero to meet back up with them.

To keep up the deception that it was Joy teleporting around the Empire with her ship instead of it being Allie and her Talent, the teleporter in question would be joining them just long enough to jump them into guild territory, then returning back to Empire space.

Allie sauntered onto their ship then flopped onto a couch. “Are you all ready?”

Joy laughed from her cockpit. “Are you?”

“I was born ready!”

Aster kicked the teleporter's booted foot nearlying causing her to stumble. “To be our taxi?”

Allie’s mood instantly turned sour and she tried to stab Aster, just to catch a face full of ice. Once she cleared her face of the ice, she grumbled, “Bunch of comedians around here.”

With a lurch, Matt felt their ship chance teleport, and the moment that happened, Allie popped to her feet.

“Well, have fun with the Guildies. Don’t come home wearing a cape, or I will judge you. I—”

Aster interrupted Allie once again, “You have a cloak, what’ss the difference between a cloak and a cape?”

Allie clenchedher heart and fell back like she was having a heart attack. “Betrayed b—” but before she hit the couch, she vanished.

Aster whooped, “And I got the last word in! Success!”

Matt shook his head and stepped away from his bond, expecting some prank to come down on her, but when nothing happened, he was even more impressed.

Tapping into the ship's sensors, Matt scanned the areas around them and got his bearings to their new location. Allie had only teleported clear across the Empire and five worlds into the Guilds territory in a matter of seconds. It should have taken them close to a year to cover that much distance if they needed to fly manually, but she had managed it without any real strain.

Sometimes, Matt wished he had her Talent rather than his own.

That level of utility was just insane.

It still took them another week of flying to reach their appointed meeting point, but they all used that time to work on their own personal projects.

Liz spent most of her time poking at her garden orb while Aster worked on her bloodline, as she intended to make the jump from winter to aurora in the coming days, while Matt was pulled into a project with Dena.

She wanted to find a way to integrate small mana stones into her wrap coverings and had enlisted Matt to help since Ai'la wasn’t there.

Matt had come to accept that he wasn’t a fantastic enchanter, but he was decent enough to help create small but slightly unstable mana stones that could be wrapped up in the cloth wraps that Dena preferred. Ai'la probably could have actually merged the idea into Dena’s wraps, but Matt wasn’t nearly so confident to touch the highly specialized cloth that was her armor. If he messed up, she would be weakened for the oncoming fights.

It was still a fun project, and spending the time with Dena and Eric was worth it on its own. And in the end, they did figure something out. Dena could flick small half a million mana stones at the enemies which would explode on impact.

She’d need the craftsman at Firmament to make a scaled-up version, but if things worked out as they wanted, it would give her a little extra utility.

They had mostly finished up when Joy called from the cockpit, “Time to perk up boys and girls. We have arrived at our destination.”

Matt tapped into the feeds to watch as they neared an ember in chaotic space before they slipped into real space.

He didn’t know what he expected, but a perfectly normal-looking system with a yellow star and standard planet was a bit of a letdown.

They weren't here on a sightseeing expectation, but he had still expected something more from his first visit to another Great Power.

From the little sigh Aster let out, she felt the same way.

There was only a single man waiting for them. His armor looked like cloth, or maybe latex, but Matt’s [AI] identified him as ‘Quicksilver’, which made him one of the Guilds’ strongest peak elites at their Tier.

The man seemed to split into six as he shook all of their hands. “Nice to meet you.”

Matt whistled at the show of power as he looked off to the side, where there didn’t seem to be anyone. The man hadn’t created clones of himself, he had simply been moving so fast that even Matt couldn’t see the blurs of his movement with his vision. He was only just able to catch the man’s movements with his spiritual perception, and through it, he noticed that the “real” Quicksilver was positioned a few feet away from them.

The hand he shook didn’t even feel wrong.

That thought tempted Matt to flare his Intent and see if he could lock the man down, but that would be an awful idea.

From the grin Aster shot him, he knew she felt his idle thought, and from her projected thought of freezing the hand engaged with her own, she had a similar thought.

Thankfully, Quicksilver dropped the act before it grew annoying and appeared where he really was, standing off a few feet to the side. “Sorry, it's so rare that I get to meet new people who don’t already know of the trick. I’m impressed you all picked up on my real spot though. Few do.”

Matt smiled in return while Liz asked, “I assume that you are acting as our liaison for this mission?”

“That is correct. You are a little early, so while we can just go to the headquarters and sit around, I figured it would be far more interesting to show you guys around the planet below.”

Joy shook her head. “Count me out. I appreciate the offer, but just point me in the direction of where your pilots hang out. I spent a deployment on a Guild border planet, so nothing of this is new to me.”

Quicksilver must have expected that, because he tossed Joy a small coin. “That will let you tap into the local AI network. As long as you stick to the green areas, you can go anywhere you want.”

Joy fingered the coin even as she turned and walked away, waving her thanks. That was a little more antisocial than Joy usually was, but he expected she wanted to pick the brains of the other pilots. The woman lived for her ship and ships in general.

Quicksilver looked around to the rest of them, and when none of them raised any objections to seeing the planet below, he led them to a teleportation formation. When they appeared on the surface, Matt let his spiritual perception spread.

He was initially worried the city was under attack, but seeing Quicksilver didn’t even flinch at the displays, Matt just watched.

The city itself seemed fairly similar to the Empire. This was a Tier 22 planet, so spatial expansion was used fairly extensively, but it wasn’t any more aggressive than what the Empire used. He didn’t recognize some of the shops, but most things, like armor and weapon shops, were standard enough that he had little issue recognizing them. It took him a little longer to realize that  the building with a large vault containing slips of paper inside was a bank. Why they had that much physical currency, he didn’t know, but he saw at least two of the banks being robbed across the city.

And that was the largest difference between an Empire city and a Guild one, as far as he saw.

People were actively fighting each other all across the city. That would have never happened in an Empire city. As he watched, Matt almost thought it was an elaborate play, as everyone seemed to avoid killing each other. More importantly, they took special care to avoid the civilians, but the injuries they were taking seemed real enough. That, and while the civilians weren’t being harmed, some of them seemed seriously annoyed by it all and cursed both sides of the fighters.

Quicksilver chuckled at their expressions. “Ahh, that's perfect. Sorry, but everyone always has that reaction. This is part of our Path equivalent.”

Matt had to check the translation software but it hadn’t misstranslated Quicksilver's words.

“So you guys just fight each other in a city? I don’t get it.” Eric asked the question they were all thinking.

Quicksilver chuckled. “They are heroes and villains fighting it out for the hearts of the people, for fame, for clout, for power, for riches, for a million and one reasons. But yes. Our version of The Path isn’t so limited as yours. Let me back things up a bit, though. Our Path has people choose a side and then join a city where they fight for control. This is a Tier 6 through 10 city, which indicates the Tiers of anyone participating. You must choose a side first, heroes and villains are the largest two— though there are always independents, or Grays, as we sometimes call them— and then you fight each other for control of the cities. Villains steal resources which they can use to advance themselves while Heroes work to stop the villains, and if they are successful, they can take a portion of the goods for themselves. All of those actions earn the faction points. At the end of the month, the rifts around and in the city are distributed to the factions who give out rift slots to those who earned their side the most points. That's the basis of our Path. It's very combat-heavy, but those who do well earn fame and riches.”

Quicksilver gestured out to the left, and Matt focused on the group of people who were fighting a few streets over. “Do you see the small golden emblem on the girl in black suit? That means she is still a Hero candidate. That means she needs to source all her resources herself, similar to your own Path. If or when she falls off, she can trade that emblem for a silver one to show she was a Hero.”

Matt knew that system from the crafters on the Path of Ascension.

Dena nodded along before asking, “And the black emblems mean they aren’t on the Hero's path or whatever? How does that work?”

Quicksilver flexed his spiritual perception, which they all felt, and focused on the black emblem. “The black emblem means exactly that. They can participate, fight with the Heros and Villians, and do everything they can. They can and do get sponsored by companies, their families, Guilds, or any number of outsiders. It ensures there are always people for those still advancing as Heroes to fight. You must know how empty the brackets get after Tier 15.”

Morgan gestured to the other side, where a group was robbing a manufacturing company a few streets away. “What about the ‘villains’? They seem more disruptive than anything else. Why tolerate them at all?”

Quicksilver chuckled. “That's a common question, but ask yourself, are people uniformly good? Are all people trying to help others? No, of course not. Besides, how can you have a hero without a villain? Darkness is nothing without light, and light means nothing if there is no darkness. You need contrast and conflict for growth. I was a villain when I was in the games.”

That surprised Matt and Quicksilver chuckled at their expressions. “I was a small child who was a little too hyper and not very socially aware. That got me bullied. It should have stopped there, but things escalated when there was a wanna-be hero who saw me as a wanna-be villain. He painted me as worse than I was and then tormented me with everyone's approval, simply wanting to be liked by someone they thought would be a great hero. I tried to deny it, but few villains admit they want to be a villain, especially at that age. When they didn’t listen I started reacting, sometimes violently, but that only made me seem even more like a wanna be villain, which proved his point. It wasn’t helped by the fact he kept escalating things any chance he got, and when we were given the opportunity to join the games, we both did as everyone expected. And so, I became what they expected of me. A Villian. He became a Hero, and people loved him for it.”

Matt felt like another shoe was about to drop and waited. Quicksilver didn’t seem bitter anymore, and Matt had seen the socially awkward kid get pushed out of social circles at the orphanage. He hadn’t been one to do it, but he had seen it.

“Eventually, he showed his true side when he captured a Villian, Heratio, and he skinned her alive. He saw nothing wrong with it because she was bad and he was good; therefore, anything he did was justified.”

Quicksilver raised his hands as if expecting them to object, which Matt was about to do.  “When that came to light, the higher-ups came down on him like a ton of bricks, but it proves my point. All who wear white aren’t good people, and those who wear black might not be evil. About fifteen percent of Villains are just on that side because it's fun to be bad in a controlled way. As long as they follow the rules, no one will punish them for knocking over a bank or doing other such things. Frankly it's a great stress relief for kids like me, who just needed a bit more time to grow up and an environment where we could burn off some of the resentment we built up. I mean shit, I wouldn’t like young me that much, but that kind of realization only comes with age and experience.”

Aster leaned forward to peer around Liz and asked, “What about the civilians? Aren’t they bothered by all of this?”

Matt expected Quicksilver to deny it, but he agreed with Aster. “They definitely are, but they signed up for this. Only a few cities on a planet are given over to the games, and civilians flock here thanks to the economic opportunities here. Look around, and you will notice nobody is under the age of twelve. Like your own Path, it's opt in.”

Morgan cocked her head at that. “You've said that a few times now. Have you been to the Empire before?”

Quicksilver laughed. “Exactly right. I spent a century making my way through the Empire when I reached Tier 15. It was part of my guild’s training exchange program. It was a good time, and was part of the reason I’m personally doing introductions. I understand Empire culture pretty well, and I won’t get offended if you ask questions that might be taboo.”

Matt laughed slightly and asked what he thought might be of one of those questions. “Do you guys stop the villains or grays from winning back to back or too often if they are on a winning streak that doesn't seem able to be defeated? You know, to keep the idea that good always triumphs alive in the watcher and civilians?”

Quicksilver denied that with a shake of his head. “Maybe some guilds who oversee a city do that, but I’ve never heard of it. In fact a city falling completely to one side makes it a prime target for reconquest for the other cities. It makes for a great show, siege, and points. Frankly, everyone loves when it happens, as we haven't seen a city locked down like that since the last true, Hero One Step Behind, rose to fame. Though, he was a gray who always played for whichever side was weaker in whatever city he was in, so it didn't happen often. But every once in a while, he would just crush everyone and stand undefeated to remind everyone who was really in charge.”

Aster leaned forward and asked a way better question. “What about bonds at low Tiers? I know I was still pretty aggressive when it came to fighting and would have happily killed anyone I saw as a threat or hated. I remember wanting to kill most fire based beasts even out of a fight, but during a fight there was little holding me back. Seems dangerous.”

“Fun question. Generally, collars that can freeze a bond are worn until they get enough mental faculties that they can control themselves. The collars don't hurt them but can make them go limp for a moment, which is usually enough for them to wake up out of any bloodlust they might be in. if they go in for the kill a second time, they just get sent into dreamland.”

They spent a few more hours walking through the city and seeing the sights, but all of their attention was drawn to the constant battles between ‘capes’, as seemed to be the catch-all term for the villains, heroes, and neutrals.

After all, the city was massive and there was always something going on.

Watching low Tiers fight should have been boring, but Matt was incredibly entertained. Everyone here was low Tier, but it was fun to see people return to the basics and see those with an early Concept running around like gods until they ran into a larger group, and were forcefully reminded that a Concept was just a portion of one's power.

They even started betting on which side would do better, which made Quicksilver laugh, as that was a common habit of spectators both foreign and domestic. Betting made one feel like they were part of the game and got people far more invested.

Sadly, their sightseeing only lasted two days before they were brought back to the moon, where they got their debriefing.

There was still a war ongoing.

Maybe they could sightsee after the war, but first they needed to end the war for that to be a possibility.

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If anyone has any cool mission ideas throw them in the comments.