The Subjugators…
Out there in the space and void far above Earth, was the projection of a planet millions of light years away. On this Planet, there was particular area that was considered a dead zone by all who called the Planet home.
This area contained the largest concentration of active volcanoes and lava across the surface of the entire Planet.
It was the type of place that the denizens of this Planet would consider to be the most beautiful above all else.
Though a vast majority of them would never step foot within a few hundred thousand miles of this place, for it where the palace of the Vikar was located.
The Vikar.
It was the name of the position held by the ruler of Vika.
A massive D Grade Planet known for its rivers of lava and a native race who finds joy in bathing in such rivers.
The Vakalans.
Their race was one that revolved around a rigid caste system. On one hand, there were the Valesh, the lowest members of the race, who happened to be born without a very specific feature.
It was known as the Blessing of the Vakma.
It was a Trait specific to the Vakalan race. It is what allowed the Vikav, the greater caste of the Vakalan to wield and command lava as if it was one of their own limbs. It was no skill or class. Just a Trait allowed them to do as such.
But those who were born with the Trait versus those who weren’t naturally created a large disparity between the two groups. Especially since the Valesh outnumbered their ‘greater’ counterparts 100:1.
Majority of the race lived their lives from start to finish as the lower caste, while a smaller portion enjoyed the position of greater power.
Despite that advantage, the Vikav were still the ruling class of the Planet, and while the Palace was the home of the of the Vikar, there were a few others who were permitted to enter the building.
One of them was currently sitting behind a veil, as he listened to the report being given to him.
POV High Elder Evako
“High Elder, the sentient natives have put up significant resistance across the entire Planet. It is outside of our expectations.”
The Vikar will not be pleased to hear this…we must produce the results soon.
“What is our current posture?”
“High Elder, as per instructions we have ceased all active attacks and have moved to fortify all captured locations. Upper F Valesh have also been dispatched to each location.”
“Where are the Crimson?”
“High Elder, the Crimson are currently completing a mission on the Forgal Planet. It is expected that they will return in 38 days according to the Vika Calendar.”
“Quicken the process of the fortifications. And double the amount of Lower F Valesh. Once that is completed, I want sweeping attacks twice a day to eliminate as many natives as possible.
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“Use as many Ash Birds as necessary.
“It is vital that we do not allow these natives to grow beyond their station. This subjugation cannot fail. Do you understand?”
“Yes High Elder.”
“Good. Have we determined the difference between our Planet’s days and theirs?”
“High Elder, it is estimated that our days are double the length of theirs.”
“So roughly 76 days on that Planet until the Crimson return. Not bad. Continue this process for the entire duration. We will use that time to wait for the arrival of the Crimson, brief them, and end this conflict once and for all.”
“It will be done High Elder.”
Now to brief the Vikar…
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POV Fred Williams
Three days have passed in relative ‘peace’. We haven’t been attacked by the red people this entire time.
The change was noticeable. When they were initially setting up their camps, I didn’t see any other people out and about, but now that the red people have been quiet for a bit, that was no longer the case.
There were now a few people here and there cautiously moving about. It wasn’t like the area had now become a hub of activity, but the difference was clear. Especially since a number of them have entered the Dungeon.
Some have returned with major injuries, very few come back mostly fine, while there are others who don’t come back at all.
My family didn’t stay still in all of this either.
I myself have gone into that Dungeon with my Aunt and Uncles twice more.
None of us were strong enough to truly contend with the snake just yet, but the fire strategy was now the first thing we implemented instead of running around aimlessly. Things were still sketchy, but we were managing.
And it was very easy to agree upon not attempting the second floor until we can go blow for blow with the snake.
While we did that, another team was put together. This one led by my dad. It was him, Rakeon, Uncle Mack and Aunty Risha. Rakeon was technically the stronger one right now, but he wasn’t too keen on any leadership positions though.
This second team was responsible for scouting missions.
They watched the movements of the red people back in the town center in detail over the course of the last three days.
Of course, they made sure to enter the Dungeon at least once to gain levels and such, but their primary focus was to watch our new tourists.
And it was this very morning that Rakeon came rushing into the house. He immediately started yelling after bursting through the front door.
“The red people are coming! I repeat the red people are coming!”
Despite the seriousness of the situation I couldn’t help but chuckle at the British are coming reference, and how silly it sounded, but that didn’t stop me from grabbing my spear and running outside with the rest of the family.
Dad and the rest of the his team came running up a few moments later. I guess Rakeon ran ahead to warn us.
“It’s at least a few hundred of them.” Dad said between panting breaths before continuing. “…Maybe more, we didn’t stay long enough to count em all.”
Then Grandpa took charge of the situation.
“How long we do we have?”
“If they don’t start moving any faster then maybe 45 minutes?”
“What about those ones in black armor, are they coming?”
Dad’s face turned grim.
“Yes. We spotted a few.”
Well shit.
Grandpa didn’t let that phase him though.
“Don’t worry, we will handle it. Rakeon run around the community and warn as many people as you can. We’re going to need everyone on deck. You got 30 minutes, go.
“Freddy, go tell Vera and her group to gather here. Everyone else make sure the kids are safe, get armed then get ready to protect our damn home.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’ll be damned if they think they can take our home from us.”
We all scampered off to do as told, since we genuinely had to get armed now.
In the four total Dungeon runs completed by the family, we have racked up a decent amount of coins, and it was pretty easy to figure out the conversion rate. 100 Copper is 1 Bronze, 100 Bronze is 1 Silver.
We have assumed that 100 Silver is 1 Gold, but we don’t know for sure yet.
Needless to say, all that meant was we now had 16 Bronze and 8 Silver to our name. I don’t think that makes us rich now, but it sure did open up the possibilities in the shop.
For example, we were able to buy 14 sets of armor for all the adults in the family. Plus weapons, and plenty of arrows for all the bow wielders.
Now we still hadn’t bought those books yet, since it wouldn’t be wise to spend every last coin we had, but they were definitely next on the list.
For now, food, medical supplies, weapons, and armor for everyone were the priority.
The only problem was that we wasted bit of money on the armor since the armor set bought would only fit who ever bought it.
While we all got the exact same set of armor, if a large person and a small person bought it, then they would get two different sized sets.
No idea how that worked, but Rakeon called it System mumbo jumbo and no one really disagreed with him.
Either way, the family was now properly armed, and as Grandpa said, we will not be losing our home.
I will ensure it.
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