[IC] HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

[Tyki]

The clones are rather quickly mired in the new economics of the world, most large cities having already completed the electronic conversions with the small towns still being worked on. Traders that had once shipped fanciful trinkets and luxurious food stuffs now shipped biofuel canisters, generators, solar cells, and panels with word reaching the clones of a new power source being worked on in the capital though there taxes aren't quite paid via excess electricity as they'd signed on for taxes on EVERYTHING which meant that they were shipping 5% of all crops, biofuel, and energy produced to the nearest city which in turn had actually lead to quite the boom in trade there, causing alloys unique to sergals that had not been discovered by the empire as well as various immigrants that wished to live amongst the aliens (most of which being male) in order to find work that they felt was not available to them elsewhere to arrive quite commonly.

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
As such, most immigrants were accepted with open arms, and are treated extremely well. Like royalty, one may say. Although they are asked to give finger, and foot prints, in case one needed to be identified. After a good 10 days after those immigrants arrive, the clone empire create their first cloned Sergal pup, a male, with bright purple fur. The alloys are recreated, and made into tanks and such, being to heavy for armor, or arms. The taxes are paid with ease.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

The immigrants tend to gravitate towards desk jobs, seeming to have been the people from farm villages that didn't like being a farmer all their lives though they do still continue with their daily military exercises amongst themselves in a block of the city that was lovingly dubbed the 'immigrant' block. The clone seems to cause some stir amongst them, however the base sergal does demand he be allowed to raise it like his own rather than see it raised amongst the clones.

After a few days, a small contingent of troops in blue armor led by one in red arrive at the front gate, their weapons either sheathed or otherwise not at the ready showing a lack of hostile intent for the time being

[supertinyking]

@Tyki

The planetary Governor, a man who wears a long flowing black robe, and carried around a strange book at all times, meets the soldiers outside the city.
"What do our esteemed allies grace us with their presence for?" He asks, in a deep, yet oddly smooth voice, his tone being rather disarming to anyone but most likely the surgals. The sergal, named Bethesda, having been made from many different genetic samples, is given out to a father via a raffle.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

"we've come to collect block taxes and assess that military strength is up to standard" the captain replies tersly, obviously uncowed by his 'disarming' voice as she also seems rather annoyed, her accompanying foot men remaining at attention behind her even though there were only seven of them counting the captain. Rather than Vie for the child, a singular father steps up for the task, the decision having seemingly been reached amongst the block.

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
A few robotic transports brings out the taxes, and several large combat suits rocket before the troops. Said combat suits were realitivly new, but thanks to the new alloys used in them, could house exceptionally large weaponry, ones that may even frighten a surgal.
"These are the terra-omega mech suits..each are armed with a laser cannon able to punch holes in 6 foot thick steel walls, and have a tele-keneitc modual, allowing them to toss foes about like twigs." The Governor says, smiling under his hood. The clones give up the pup, but in secret clone another, although genetically programmed to be more docile. this one is hidden from view of the normal Sergals.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

the captain looks them over with disdain before drawing her blade, it seeming to blur as the mechs come apart at incredible speeds, leaving the pilots alive and otherwise unharmed. "equipment is of no use if the wielder is lacking. bring your men out for a quality check. since you're foreign i'll cut you some slack and just let you bring out your best and brightest rather than all of them" she says tersly as she sheathes her blade on her back, crossing her arms with disdain at the governer's attempt to wow her with something shiny

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
"I take it you're going to pay for those..." He says, his smooth voice giving way to a gravely, more..honestly, organic voice. Slowly, out marches a good 3,000 men, clad in robes, although some prefer to go bare chested, and none brought out weapons. Some wielded books, other staves. A few, strange orbs which glowed with un-natural colors.
"These are the primary magi core...." He says, and then 6 different men, each in different colored robed marches in front of them. "And this is the Governor's guard. They could defeat your troops alone." he says, smiling under his hood. The six men kneel to the Captain.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

she draws her blade before planting it in the ground before her with a rather imposing 'thunk' before saying evenly "retrieve it" as she seems largely unimpressed with the sorry assortment before her

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
With a smile, each soldier walked forwards, and with telekinesis, manages to pull the blade from the soil with ease, and move it about as if a normal blade. The guard's men however, seemed to be able twirl it around as if a twig, and one even accidentally bends it, leaving it at a 40 degree angle.
"Are my men able?" He asks, grinning.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

"strength wise they're acceptable, control wise they're lacking. next is the endurance test" she replies evenly after retrieving and bending her blade back before sheathing it, picking one of them up, and chucking them as hard as she can at the wall, breaking the sound barrier in the process

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
As she goes to throw, her arm is pinned by some force she can't see. The mage she had grabbed looks a tad terrified, but soon lets out a sigh, realizing they weren't being used as a sort of live ammo. One of the guardsmen's eyes are glowing, glaring right at her.
"We don't test endurance via throwing people into walls." The man says, and the Governor nods. "At least..not a wall into one of those buildings." He adds, noting the wall about to be used was a wall into a restricted building. Clapping, soon many large weighted suits were brought out, each weighing almost as much as Sergal armor. Each mage put this armor on, and each mage managed to run a lap around the city, without getting tired, or sweating.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

she makes them run three hundred laps before being satisfied if any of them were still concious before saying "and now the difficult part... the written test. you're foreign so i don't expect you to know our tactics, may i have a text on your's so i can format a test?" evenly IF any of the mages were still concious

[supertinyking]

@Tyki

The six guards are still standing, the rest requiring rest after such a feat. The guards look her down, still in the metal training suits. The Governor thinks for a moment. "Ok, how about a different test....A direct test of tactical prowess. One of the guard, and enough magi to match your men, fighting you, and your men, on a even playing field. No weapons, only abilities that are a part of one's person." The Governor suggests, smiling.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

"that comes after. the written test comes before the tactical one in order to give the men rest and to that purpose i'm not going to give all of them a three million page text on sergal military tactics to read." she replies evenly, obviously not budging on the matter as her men had by now set up a camp due to how long the tests were taking

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
With a sigh, he has several large holo-pods handed to her, which give a rather in shallow view into clone tactics, just to show they know what they are doing, but not reveal any sort of info which could help them in the long run, or in any serious engagement.
"That is the info you get. All other military tactical info is..classified." The Governor says.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

"as expected" she replies evenly, having obviously assumed to be given a watered down version which in turn showed that three million pages was the watered down version of sergal tactics. she writes up a simple exam within a good half hour, reading through the texts at an incredible rate before handing the papers off with quills, each test different so as to prevent cheating

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
Each magi should pass the test with ok scores, the guardsmen passing with exceptionally higher scores. After a short rest, each mage is in fighting shape, practicing punches and kicks, obviously unarmed fighters, rather than using weapons of metal. The governor soon twitches slightly, as he pulls out a phone and takes a call. "..........name it Tide Bringer." He simply says, before turning off the phone.

[Tyki]

@supertinyking

"if your wife is with child you should be caring for her" the captain replies tersly, pretty much telling him "GO TO HER YOU SHIT HEAD" even though that was most likely not his wife. the men and captain remove their armor, leaving them in little more than tunics and trousers while the captain was wearing nothing more than a loin cloth and a sash across her chest. "very well. the best amongst you step forward" she states evenly, cracking her knuckles as she appears to be the first opponent

[supertinyking]

@Tyki
"That was a ship maker off world. I told him the name I wanted on the side." The Governor says, and the six guardsmen step forwards, each one tossing off their robes to reveal 5 rather buff men, and one woman, but with exceptionally tomboyish figure. She hadn't spoken once, so discerning she was a female was..rather difficult. Each of their eyes glow, matching the color of their clothing. Red, Brown, Silver, Green, White, and Purple.
They bow, but if the Captain were to attempt any funny business while this happened, she would receive a rather painful shock from the silver one.