Chapter 18-8 The Scheme

Chapter 18-8 The Scheme

+Wah! Everyone likes to talk about freedom, freedom, freedom. You kids spit this and that. Its all funny to me. Saintist this, Massist that. Sall shit. I was there at the start of this mess, and it didnt mean anything then. Just like it doesnt mean anything now

Left! Watch the left. Dammit, Juns, howd you get wiped by that guy.

Anyway. This Death Farm map were raiding now? I was born in one of those. A bit cleaner than this one. They also dont keep people open air either. We lived underground in a maze so no one could escape.

My ma and da? Never knew the former. The latter was a real bastard. Still loved him though. As much as I could anyone.

They had him on so many drugs he was barely a person. Cased him in armor and had him run around keeping the rest of the slaves in check. Shackler, they called us. Slaves to be hated by other slaves.

I had masters too. The Keepers of the Vow. Old Kosgan faithers that enjoyed a bit of flogging and torture from time to time. Wasnt that bad compared to other places. I was lucky.

Hey, man, watch the southwest corridor. We dont need to get overrun again like last time. Yeah. Yeah. Kill more of those FATELESS in the cage. We just need five more deaths to call in a Sunshield.

Huh? No. You get scripture, scripture, and more scripture. They wanted you good and faithful when you were sacrificed. They didnt need any heretical slaves tainting the pits. Of course, we werent stupid. Well, some of us werent. We saw people going missing, had a language based on knocking on walls. Gossip still slipped around cause the sisters were a den of snakesalways trying to mess one over on each other.

Why? Because only people who failed out of Kosgan society ended up running the farms, and most of them were trying to get one over on each other so they could find a way back.

Thats how I escaped the first time. A low sister called Sister Karakan got up to some tricks. Framed my father for something or other. Or maybe he did do it. Doesnt matter. The outcome was the same.

Let me tell you, the other slaves hate us Shacklers. When they got the go from their sister, oh, did they do things to him. I tried to help him. I got the same. Didnt matter none to themhates a drug and we all wanted a hit.

Anyway, my own people gelded my father in front of me and killed him slow. One of you were asking why I spent more time killing faithers than freeing slaves? Well. I hated them. I hated the bastards. I still dont like them.

Anyway. Sister Karakan came in promising justice to be done and order to be restored and everyone under our cairn was getting a day off and double rations. They cheered. I cried. Then they took me away and tortured me some more.

You ever hurt so much the light starts singing to you? Yeah. You start admitting to things you didnt even do. You just start talking and apologizing to anything for some peace.

It didnt really mean anything to Karakan, right? She was just trying to make my direct overseer look bad and mess up the Shacklers under his command. Anyway. I was supposed to die there on the wooden plank they had me nailed to upside down, but the light just kept singing and singing, and eventually, it started speaking to me.

Turns out, it wasnt just Sister Karakan who wanted to play. One of the Seraphim were getting in on the action as well. A lowly god in the Kosgan Choirs. Not even good enough to be one of the Chorusers.

Not without some major changes.

It end up laying its hand on me and changing my flesh. Blessing me with a miracle. It decided to enlighten me about a few things regarding the faith and my place in it. Telling me about the lie that was my life and the whole sacrifice thing.

No paradise awaited poor Naeko.

You remember being told that stories arent real? That everything you believed is a lie, and youre just meat for the killing? Yeah. Pretty rough.

Go for guard tower c. Watch the griffon riders.

Anyway. Thats how I managed my first breakout. Because a god wanted to power-climb same as any FATED or wager in the city. I didnt start a rebellion because it was the right thing. I started it because my das screams folowed me in my dreams, I couldnt take crying alone at night.

So, I got the faithers in on my hurt. And a bunch of the other slaves.

Then, after I escaped, my benefactor pointed me in another direction and told me to keep going.

Yeah. Stories make it sound better than it does. I was still a slave. Just one playing a darker game.

Guess thats the way it would have probably stayed if old lady Zein didnt

Aw, no. We lost c already. Back. Back before they start spawning in.

Do I sound sad?

Im not sad. I just I dont care. And you shouldnt either. Someones gonna tell you that if you just listen to them, the future can be yours and life is gonna be different someday.

Theyre lying. Stay home. Play another match. Dont be me. Took me nearly five hundred years to figure that out. And only barely.

It didnt matter in the end.

The EGI put on a good performance, but Corners mind smelled bullshit, and Avos instincts told him that this, like almost anything the artificial mind did, was directed toward a finer purpose.

Avo knew the feeling. He knew the feeling when he watched his brothers debase themselves.

Good news, Tavers said, walking over from the Manta. I got places where these folks can be housed. Theyll have to work or volunteer as servers, but they wont be harvested. Also, Raldis back. Managed to scrub his presence and avoid the Incubi. Sent me a heads-up a couple of seconds ago. Says he wants to meet again. In person. You guys know the Easy Armistice?

Draus turned. Been there. Once.

Good. I dont need to explain the gimmick to you then. She coughed. So. Kinda terrifying how a couple of you fuckers managed to butcher the arm of an entire Syndicate in a day. Especially you, ghoul. That Meta of yours is giving my nerves the shits. This wouldve taken a couple dozen damn good squires and four times that in Necro cells to pull off. Still, fun as this is, hitting these Syndicates gets to be a real glutton for time. And the Guilds replace them faster than we can kill anyway.

Thats fine, Avo said. Dont plan on destroying them in the end. Just infecting. Burrowing my control deep in the Syndicates. And then Guilds through them. This isnt extermination. Its a replacement. He pointed one of his Echoheads at the barge occupying the center of the room, and the floating pieces of his tendril clicked together and thrust out. Reviewed the memories of the crew. The Heaven inside. Its a thing of light. Canon specifically lets the vehicle sink into light itself when the crew are made to close their eyes.

Thats how theyre hoping the borders? Tavers asked.

One way, Avo said. Need to replace golem core every few months. Constant arms race between Paladins and the Agnosi against the smugglers and the Fallwalkers outside. Unregistered Heavens. Primal. Old. New ways in. For every barge that gets captured and has its core cataloged, others slip through unnoticed.

There are too many possible canons, Kae said, listening though far off to the side. Done examining the core of the barge, she was now looking into the cage containing a particularly young slave with a troubled expression. The borders arent capable of covering everything. And the Guilds, well. A flash of a snarl passed through her features. They like leaving holes. Something we will soon be able to exploit.

Can we make more like it? Avo asked.

Kae paused and looked at him. What? The barge?

He grunted. Not sure. Barge? Golems? Dont need a Soul or cycler for those. Right?

She paused. We need the Heaven. But that can be reverse-engineered by your Frame. Oracle glass and some thaumic investiture She mumbled to herself momentarily. It can be done. The difficulty is that we need a place of destabilization. A rupture, in a word. Somewhere reality is unbalanced.

Like a Fallen Heaven? Tavers said. I know a few of those. Quarantined places in the city leftover from the war.

This captured Avos attention. Locations. Share them with Chambers.

The squire gave him a nod as wisping ghosts vibrated around her halo. Her Thorncrown wards looked modified. Complex. Something told him it was Raldis work.

Also. Going to cut Elegant-Moon loose. Planning to give her a staged escape. Implicate one of the Guilds.

Oh, plannin a little false flag, are we? Draus asked.

Trying to decide, Avo replied. Both Ori-Thaum and Highflame have candidates. Clan DRongo. Chivalrics. Muddy the waters more. Trigger distrust for both Guilds. Within themselves. And against each other. He paused. Im thinking about using Chambers.

Ah, shit, Draus muttered.

Hearing his name uttered, Chambers turned to stare. Me?

City already hates him, Avo said. Two hundred billion imp bounty in total already. Will probably reach five hundred before weeks end. The ghoul couldnt help but grin. They think hes an acolyte. That the Low Masters chose him. A low hiss escaped from him. More than one of the templates laughed along. Template-Chambers fumed.

So, what? Like, what are we talking about? Chambers said.

Could I add something?, Kae whispered, conspiratorially. She leaned in and regarded Chambers from the corner of her eye, as if worried the would overhear. I think it would be good to leave her with hints of a full conspiracy. That DRongos are in league with the Low Masters right now. That will cause trouble for three of our adversaries, right? Your fathers. Ori-Thaum. And Highflame. All dealing with each other.

Yes, Avo agreed. But the nature of the escape itself is still in question. How does she overcome her theoretical Necrojack controllers?

Another betrayal, of course, Tavers added. Heads turned to her and she shrugged, her pauldrons clinking as her shoulders raised. Look. This things supposed to be a mess, right? Have Chambers take a shot at Ori-Thaum or something. Put their partnership into doubt. Make it look like things are going south between him and Silvers. The Sang can escape while the fights happening.

[Shit,] Benhata sighed. [This might just cause a clusterfuck inside Clan DRongo too.]

The glaive had no idea how encouraging his words were. Good, Avo said. Have concept now. More things to do. Keeping track of the Paladin. Abrel. Now Elegant-Moon. Harvest more Heavens in the meantime. Build our Spheres. Breach the border. Choke the Maw. Much to do In an instant, Avo shifted his mind and pitched his concept. Chambers. You like entertainment. Want to feel like Dannis Steelhard instead of a terrorist?

The man paused. Well. Yeah, Im mean You know, I like performances. And arts. And shit. He nodded, body stiff, unsure where this was going. Youre not asking me to He vaguely humped the air.

No, Avo said. Not pornographic. Dramatic.

Oh, Chambers replied, sounding both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Well. Yeah, I think I can pull that off.

Avo broadened his fangs and smiled. Good. Well be making you a star soon.

And tied to the ghouls thoughts, not even Paladin Kassamon could resist breaking into disbelieving laughter. [Oh, this might just get that lazy bastard Naeko off his ass too.]