Chapter 18-10 Catch and Release (II)

Chapter 18-10 Catch and Release (II)

Hounds of my fathers will.

Paladins of New Vultun.

Hear me now.

I acknowledge your choice to stand.

Stand and deliver.

Stand and fight for what you believe.

Stand, and be slaughtered for what you cannot achieve.

I have broken the Rungs. Paladin encirclement of our districts is no more.

Your Chief is dead.

Your bases are burning.

Your forces are shattered.

Your captains have turned.

Behold the grace of my respect, and weep knowing the price you have paid.

Your numbers still stand in the tens of thousands. Perhaps this is enough to turn the tide or any war. Or force a stalemate.

But perhaps you have only your lives to lose.

Your champions remain alive, and they may yet see me slain.

Naeko. I see you. I see my Seraphs, Authorities, and Instruments dead around you. I see your strength. Proud to have known you. I am pained by your parting.

But hearts are willows to wind and action, and I will not stray.

Your walking fortresses yet remain. Few as they are. Planescrawlers moving to swallow my forces.

But should they fall, you know that nothing will spare your families from me.

Some among you might think to capitulate to another Guild. To join force with force and turn the tides of this war. But they are not so desperate. This battle is not yet existential for them, and should you greet them, know they will await you with collars hanging from their hands.

So now, I propose an end to this. An end to the misery. To the bloodshed.

You have taken respect from me. More than enough to merit this clemency, and the mark of my father blessed you yet in my mind. I will permit to you what sectors of control you have remaining and continue to recognize your role as defenders of the city.

I will stay my hand from your kin. I will pull my forces back and let you have peace and a time.

Time to heal.

Time to find strength.

Time to seek proper retribution against me, if you so choose.

I am known to you. Look to your remaining veterans. Look to them and understand that nothing is beyond me.

Nothing.

There is no word to convey the defilement I will inflict on your survivors if I am forced to bleed. You stand on the verge of breaking, while my ranks swell by the blessed among you who have seen the light.

I do not wish to degrade you further.

I do not wish to stain the memory of my father any longer.

But I will.

To do what is right, to forge that which is just, which is true, I will.

Spare yourselves from me. Spare yourselves. Grant yourselves a final chance.

Of this, I beg.

-High Seraph Veylis Avandaer Calling on Surviving Paladins to Yield, Second Guild War

18-10

Catch and Release (II)

I still dont get why you're all worked up tonight, Naeko said, leaning back against the couch. I mean, I thought youd be happy I arrested the elder and the girl. But here you are. Mad. Mad like you always are. Madder. He shook his head. Sure you dont want anything to drink?

The younger Paladin whipped the hardest punch he could into Naekos jaw, and the blow just thudded off without effect.

Alright. Naeko shifted again and patted his couch. So, you feel like watching something now? I still got, like, a billion hours of classical action flicks to get through. Maybe we can do movie night at the station or something. Use the projector and play some of them in the lobby of the Scale at midnight.

A snorting laugh escaped from Maru. You ever think about what the Chainbreaker might think if he could see us now? Hm?

A beat passed as Naeko just studied the other man. Yeah. At night. Sometimes. Especially when I look out at the city.

And?

Well. Id probably just try to kill him. To spare him from seeing what his girl became.

A momentary flash of light was cut off as the windows polarized immediately. Silence settled between them as the window pane rattled. Outside, passing ghosts cast warnings of a nearby nuclear detonation, commanding all streetside residences to take shelter.

Be in the office tomorrow morning, Maru said, standing up. Or Im going to smash more of your shit.

Alright, Naeko frowned. You just leaving? Do you need me to

And then a gunshot pulsed from Marus very being as the room around him bloomed with gunfire, different places in reality overlapping as the younger Paladin rematerialized from the barrel of a linear acceleration rifle far from Naekos home. Then, as the plume of the weapon faded, the chief found himself alone again.

Alone, and with his drink stolen. Dammit, Naeko grunted, staring at his empty palm. Grumbling about being disrespected, he reached out with his utility fog, seeking another bottle when his mind wandered and his nanos reached back to scratch his chin.

Outbreak. Shotin Kazahara. Kare Kitzuhada. Jelene Draus. Ambassador Valhu Kitzuhada. Aedon Chambers. Elder DRongo. Kae Kusanade.

Names were echoing in his head. Flashes of places and undeveloped threads of thought. With a wince, he cast his Meta out to link with his home entertainment locus and closed Stormjumpers as he triggered a session. Accessing his personal lobby at the Scale, he flooded his mind with all the confidential mem-data, ignoring the over two million sequences of inactive cast he let build up over time.

Profiles were passing through his cog-feed as he skimmed through them. It all had the look of some great big Guilder mess that he wanted no part of. Just thinking about it all gave him a migraine. But then, parts of it didnt make any sense. Parts of it were too disjointed.

Take this Aedon Chambers guy. Real sick bastard, apparently. Fled across Nu-Scarrow with his privates outprivates that Maru had given Naeko a close-up of earlier. Then, just a few days ago, he showed his face again at Vengs Stand in an engagement against a certain Ori-Thaum Seeker.

The connecting element here? Maybe DRongo or something, but things were jumpy at best. Chambers was listed as an enforcer under Jhred Greatlings Syndicate, then his suspected assassin, then a bunch of other unconfirmed theories and details. No clarity at all. And nothing in his history hinted at any of these capabilities.

Opening Jelene Draus file next, he reviewed all thirty thousand pages the Exorcists compiled of her active engagements and killings she committed across the Warrens. The disgraced Regular kept herself pretty busy since her fall from the Tiers, slaughtering her way through the dregs of the FATELESS night after night, Crucible after Crucible.

Dread Draus. She had a bit of a fan following in the Tiers. Some people were collecting vicarities from enforcers and gangers she killed in a particularly brutal fashion.

Juvs these days had strange habits.

Despite her connection to the Greatlings, though, he couldnt tell where she was leading either. Sure, she fought the Silvers, but she had nothing to do directly with the Ambassador or

Well, he did beat her former superior. Whats-her-name Greatling.

Veylis was always a sore loser. Loved wiping the board clean as soon as he beat her in a game of Tides.

Distant memories came back to Naeko. Of a life he lived after emerging from the slave pits. The family he had. The warmth he felt.

Those memories were like a fire now. They burned him. Burned him something bad.

He shifted his mind back to task and shook the discomfort off.

For the first time in years, he began doing some investigative work, diving deep into detailed simulations of the crime scenes and reviewing random sequences of recollections edited into a coherent narrative.

Jumping from place to place as he tried to follow Chambers along his flight again, he struggled to comprehend what was with the guy. He was loud. Then gone. Then loud again. Reckless. But well funded and supported

He would need to subpoena Shotin Kazahara for a more direct look and talk with his niece, the Paladins very own Kare Kitzuhada. Nice girl. Too good to be wasted with old ruins like him and angry husks like Maru. But that was the thing about people who were too good: they treated their own lives real cheap.

Jaus wouldve liked her. Which probably meant she was going to end up dead sooner or later. Just like Morrow.

Just like all the others.

Naeko resolved to regard her more as a caricature in his mind to lessen the hit when it inevitably came.

As he jumped into the vicarity of an office worker watching Chambers escape at Lights End, something else drew his attention. Another figure. Blood was misting around them, flowing like a protective shroud as trickles of red flowed from their Metamind into the drone they hijackedan Exorcist Tadpole.

Pausing the vicarity and zooming in on the creature, Naeko examined the phantasmal artifact built from countless collected recollections. It had eight back-scaled tendrils coiling out from its back, but what parts of its skin could be seen were white like sections of hardened ceramic.

The fact it had a Metamind told Naeko it possessed the cognition of a person, at least. The blood, however, he was cognizant of. They lost more than a few emergency response knots and Triangulator golems against an unidentified Fallwalker with a Heaven of Blood grafted to Sphere Four Frame.

He made the connection there but frowned as no additional details were forthcoming when he tried to find a file on them.

Unlike the others, this one was a complete enigma. Theorizing from the Exorcists listed it as a potential bio-rig of some kindthe most likely prospect. That could be connected to Draus somehow. She was known to work with Sang middlers from time to time. But there was something that still bothered Naeko. Something that made him fixate.

Blood. Stormtree had more than a few Heavens rooted in that domain. As did the No-Dragons. But he found no hits in his list of active Godclads that resembled or wore a biological exoskeleton that looked like a souped-up ghoul fused within another layer of bone. And the few thousand who had Heavens of Blood were all eliminated in quick succession.

That just made his wariness grow.

Fallwalker, maybe. But a Third Sphere Fallwalker? They would have picked someone like that up. Noticed them passing the border or spotted them somewhere in the Warrens at some point. This one, however, seems to have appeared out of thin air.

What are you? Naeko whispered, materializing his own avatar across from the creature. Looking up at its imposing form, he wondered why its presence had filled him with such uneasiness, even as he prepared to restart the scene for another run-through.