Mot Eredar was never a very patient boy, and today was just not his day. A long train ride from a military center far north, made even longer by the constant security checkpoints, the Scrubbing stations, and all other sorts of delays that coincidentally occurred today. Even more so, he had to switch trains, from his previous line to a civilian line. It was too much, and he knew it.Cyr was probably behind all of this, and Mot swore that he would have his moment of revenge one day.
After he had switched, the train he was riding sped as fast as it possibly couldn't to a larger station in the south, taking its sweet time to admire the scenery of a barren and wartorn land. It took a full thirty minutes.After that, Mot took a fast track down to the town known as Cephnia even further south. It was famous for its prestigious and exceedingly large school, Siren Academy, and he was to be stationed there for an unspecified amount of time. Just wonderful.
The reports stated that it was an exceptionally wealthy school grades kindergarten through senior year in college, but also the largest and most powerful stronghold in the north after the invasion of Derych. The school grounds were built on it in times of peace, but renovations were being made to return the site to its former power. Also due to the war, most of the male population in the area (as well as the sector) were shipped off to defend the falling front lines, which left a blessed 150 left. Since then, those who graduate from its system are immediately sent up as well, and boys in hiding join wherever there are openings. Because of this, Siren is predominantly female, with around 3000 girls to match the 150 boys. There were no male staff. Mot noted that nothing had changed since his withdrawal two years ago.
Huuuhh... Things are already too complicated for me to work, Mot pondered. What the hell am I supposed to do? Mot had never had any experience with girls, and returning to a school where he had no friends would not help either. His job was not explained to him, other than that he will be stationed there. However, he knew that whatever it was, it was important enough to ask the help of one of the top commanding officers known to Peace and Prosperity. While lost in thought, the train pulled into the Northeast Station at Cephnia. From there, he would switch trains one more time, with this one leading directly into the school grounds, to the TranService station on the main buildings second floor, west side.
Before he switched trains, Mot took his black attache case with him to a bathroom, where he changed from his civilian getup into a more formal black shirt and pants combination. He did not stuff his shirt into his pants, though, because he thought it was too uncomfortable to bother with. However, the end result was not exactly beautiful. A fifteen-year-old child wearing all-black business wear, like that didn't stick out. Mot was quite aware of the stares he was getting, so he blocked out the area around him from others' gazes, His powers, which was not quite sure of, allowed him to slip by and even slightly repulse the crowd, which left him a straight path to his train and almost half a car in free space.
As he settled down into one of the now-free seats on the right, Mot once again rummaged through his case and pulled out a headset-type device, which he promptly attached to the right side of his head. Sector 7 just gets more and more creative, don't they? The machine looked like a slim flip-phone combined with half of a set of headphones and shrunk down to one-fourth the original size. He tinkered with it a little bit until the pre-recorded message played.
---Start---
Mot,
As you apparently have finished setting this little gift I specifically chose for you, I suppose that it's about time you found out what your mission is. If you want to back out, it's two years too late. You will comply. Do you understand?
Mot nooded slightly.
Since you have agreed, let's get down to business. Your job will be to recruit all 150 of Siren Academy's boys into the Extension's army. Every single one. We will need their strength to mount a counteroffensive some time later. Oh, you will be leading that, too. Anyways, you will take and train them into a suitable fighting force. Now, do not worry. There is no deadline for when they will be needed, but main HQ has requested that they be ready by the end of this
year. And you know how much we hate to turn down requests.
Mot frowned a little, recalling how pushy HQ was.
Also, the entirety of the Siren complex will be put to use sometime in the future, maybe weeks, maybe months. You will receive more information on that matter later. This thing can only record for a few minutes, and they're too expensive to buy. But the quality is really good, don't you think? Considering how much it cost in comparison to the value, I think that it's a really good-
"Get on with it!" Mot screamed mentally. He stood up, scoweling a little more.
You should be getting within range of your powers to get to the old labs. Go there as soon as possible, a layout of the situation will be available. But get to class before ceremonies start!
---End---
The device went dead. Mot, still standing, knew he had no time to waste. He was already within range of said labs, and there was only twenty minutes until the opening ceremony began, including the five minutes it would take for the train to stop at the nearest station. So, he took off the device and stowed it away. Picking up his case, Mot stood perfectly still with his eyes closed, picturing himself in total darkness. He envisioned the battered buildings of the labs at the end of the darkness and took a step forward...
Mot Eredar disappeared from reality in that moment.
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