Terran Trade Authority の小説・ストーリー

“It is precise.” Kieran stepped forward. “Explain.” The newborn god’s gaze shifted to him. “Authority is no longer responding to title. It is responding to balance.” Silence followed. Kieran’s jaw tightened. “I have held balance for centuries.” “Yes,” he said. “But you held it alone.” The words cut. I felt the system stir again. A small law flickered. It controlled trade between mortal cities. Nothing dramatic. Nothing sacred. It began to weaken. I swallowed. “Do you see that?”

I couldn’t help myself, I kissed her softly before I answered the phone. “This better be good,” I said in a low growl. “Levi is attending an auction in neutral territory bordering ours,” Taylor said without missing a beat. “Windleton.” There weren’t many neutral territories around the world. A majority of the colleges are in neutral territory to give everyone the same chance, regardless of whose territory they are from. Some built their businesses in neutral territories as well. There is no Alpha, but there are Elite Gamma forces that are in charge of keeping those territories safe from rogues and other creatures/invaders.

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"The Engine is me. You want to evaluate the machine? You’ll have to take my mind with it." Dax looked back at me, a flash of terror and admiration in his eyes. He knew I was prepared to burn the whole network down before I let them touch the mapping. He turned back to the Arbiter, his iron gavel glowing in his hand. "You have ten minutes to withdraw your fleet," Dax announced, and the authority in his voice made the Arbiter's guards flinch. "The Iron Wolves don't recognize the Geneva-Partition. The road is sovereign territory now."

Elara stood right at my flank, her boots planted in a flawless combat base, her violet stare burning at full-strength radiance as she scanned the silent rows of the assembly. "The transition metrics are finalized," I rumbled, my deep, gravelly voice echoing off the concrete tiers like a death sentence to our enemies. I reached into my utility sleeve, pulling out my silver communication pad and locking it into the central dashboard terminal with a loud, definitive clink. "The sovereign registry is active, and the old alliance treaties are permanently void. From this hour forward, the Crescent Warrior territory operates under absolute military autonomy. Now, let’s look at the new parameters of

He then looked at Raven. "Starting tonight, you'll be working with Darren on a defense strategy." Raven was a little surprised. He hadn't expected Alpha to trust him that much. And then, the transparent screen reappeared in front of him. [LEGACY OF THE FIRST ALPHA] Authority +3 Reason: A leader earns authority when others choose to trust his judgment. Current Authority: 17 New Passive Effect Unlocked Command Aura Lv.1 Allied morale increases slightly when following your commands. *** Raven stared at the screen for a few seconds. Command Aura?

he said coldly, turning to the tactical display hovering above the dais. Riven Kaelthorne’s position glowed steady and unmovable. “He’s invoking Alpha territorial rights,” Elder Renna said slowly. Virel snarled. “That’s archaic. We abolished…” “We limited them,” Renna corrected. “We never removed them.” The High Councilor’s eyes narrowed. “Because no one has dared use them in decades.” “Because no one could,” Elder Myles said quietly. “Not without backing it up.” The room fell into uneasy stillness. Territorial claim wasn’t symbolic, It was binding.

He needed to accept the fact that the Succubus attached to him had a very sick and twisted idea of what constituted a plan. “I would like to make a trade, nymphs,” Terra announced to the three nymphs who were munching on fruits. “You have a lot of guts showing your face here, Terrea,” Their unnamed leader spoke as she placed a silver cup on the table. Adam’s nose picked up wine. “And you have no right to trade anyone, you are not a part of this game,” Nova added frostily. “And yet here we are,” Terra said. “You know I did you a favour right?”

Terra Prime, a wonderful world that never slept, and is in a constant state of war. That was the description of the blue planet selected by beginners interested in advanced technology. There were three main factions in Terra Prime: The Allied Nations, the United Front, and the Merchant's Guild. The AN, and the UF expressed different ideologies to their population and made up reasons to attack their neighbors, but well-versed people knew that they fought for territory instead of frivolous ideas. Even after decades of conflict, and the eventual space race, the two never tried to work together for anything.

Teagan has gum in her mouth—it’s forbidden in Human Sport but only scavengers get called on it—and she chews it slow and menacing. “Scavengers don’t whore for rank, bitch. We whore for cash and goods.” Nia lifts her upper lip to show her descended fangs. “Only nobs are stupid enough to fuck for recognition. You can’t trade ‘he let me sit next to him at lunch’ for anything.” Brynn and Teagan shake their heads, faces twisted with an exaggerated show of disgust. They love baiting us into speaking the truth, and then sneering at us for it.