Attendance at Fortescue Military Academy M1 Y:2142
House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: 1/1275, Tier 3 M-Rank: Null
Term: 2, Round: (Holiday)
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Mace’s parents were in Munich to catch up with their daughter. They would attend to some business matters in Germany early the following week. Axel-Zero’s great aunt set two extra places for the Korean guests, which brought the dinner party to eleven in number – the six cadets, Mace’s parents, Sabine Axel, and now the Kangs.
“So tell us who our new guests are,” Aunty Sabine said. It was 1830 and the Kangs were running slightly late. It went without saying that Aunty Sabine liked to serve dinner on time.
“Kang Lee and his daughter, Kang So-Ra. They own a mech from the EU Professional Mech League called Dead Beat,” Vannier explained.
“I apologize, Aunty Sabine,” Daedo said. All of the cadets had been encouraged by Sabine Axel to call her ‘Aunty Sabine,’ since they were guests in her house and close friends with Pascale (aka Axel-Zero). “We needed a business meeting with them, and I asked them to join us for dinner.”
“Etana, my dear boy – it is quite alright,” Aunty Sabine replied gently. “I wanted you all here rather than going out to a restaurant, and I am not concerned when a guest who has not had adequate time to prepare is running a few minutes late.”
“I like your new outfits,” Mace’s father, Gabe, said, changing the subject. He traced the lines of Ameline’s (aka Mace’s) bodysuit. “Axel is very well known for producing the best bodysuits in the world.”
“Yes,” Aunty Sabine replied, wooed by the compliment. “We take care and pride in the manufacturer, but also invest heavily in development to ensure they are cutting edge. I especially like this model. You chose well, Pascale.”
It was the same model Axel-Zero and Daedo were using at the academy, just with all the relevant add-ons that were available to a family member, in addition to all the military-grade sensors.
“I think it’s wonderful the children have started their own company. It shows tremendous initiative. I didn’t think the academy would have such an effect on Ameline,” Mace’s mother, Adele, said.
Sabine and her father nodded.
“Ah,” Mace corrected shyly, “it has more to do with my squad than Fortescue Military Academy.”
“We have some enormously talented squad members who were the instigators,” Vannier agreed. “You really can’t give the academy credit. Only Master Nader has had any involvement.”
Gabe Mace rubbed his daughter’s head and then put his arm around her. “She has come out of her shell so much it is unbelievable. If this is the influence of her new friends, then all I can say is thank you. I know you are all exceptional just for being in Squad Zero. But what you are doing has really surprised us.”
Mace’s father was a smooth talker who left Barran and Vannier for dead. Only he didn’t apply this skill so well in his daughter’s direction, who was turning bright red with embarrassment.
“Ah, our guests are here,” Aunty Sabine announced.
Lee Kang – or Kang Lee, as it was said culturally with the surname first – was of average height and a thin build. He was taller than Barran, at 1600 millimetres, and shorter than Mace’s father Gabe, who was 1800 millimetres. His hair was jet black with no signs of grey, and he had kind eyes.
Kang So-Ra was the same height as Mace, 1500 millimetres, slightly taller than Daedo’s 1480 millimetres. She was wearing a red skirt over a black bodysuit. She also had a red bandanna wrapped loosely around her neck. Now that her hair was clean, it was confirmed as jet black and cut into a neat bob that almost reached the bottom of her neck. Her demeanour was best described as surly.
The dinner party got underway with the adults and cadets exchanging pleasantries and engaging in general conversation. So-Ra was quiet, offering only one-word answers when addressed directly.
Aunty Sabine was an excellent cook and host. In the modern world, cooking involved selecting a menu, ingredient adjustment, and even tweaking the preparation method that the bots would use to deliver the meal. The way Aunty Sabine allowed the guest to select from numerous dishes showed her age. It was common for a host to have three selections for guests and run the dinner on a couple of set themes. Aunty Sabine allowed guests to select from twelve or more options each course.
Daedo hated having to think about what to eat and just chose the first item from each of the courses. He noticed So-Ra did much the same except she chose the eighth every time without reading what it was; she just scrolled down, counting to eight and poked with her finger. The server bot wheeled away after collecting everyone’s orders.
The eleven sat down at the table as the dinner service began. Little bots brought out trays of steaming food, and the drinks machine lowered itself from the ceiling, extending its long hose to each person, dispensing their chosen beverage.
“You all drink water?” Lee asked, noticing the six cadets sticking to water while the adults drank all sorts of things, from ginger ale to green wine. So-Ra was drinking red pop, and Lee himself had pineapple crush.
“Habit,” Barran, said. “I wanted to ask you something, Mr Kang. The move you do before each match; it doesn’t gel with your friendly personality.”
“Oh that,” Kang Lee said. “Well, I can’t dance, so I asked So-Ra to program in an opening move that is permitted before a match starts. And the first time we used it was surprising. The crowd’s reaction was riotous. I thought we would be in trouble, but after the match, the organisers said they loved it, and they wished for us to continue playing a villain role. They said it would help us with seeding in future competitions. So … we show our middle finger every match now.”
Barran laughed. “That makes sense. It was you.” He directed that last comment at So-Ra, who returned a smirk followed by a middle finger, which brought a round of laughter from the table.
Mr Kang waited until the meal was over before broaching business. “Who is the business manager and communications person conducting the discussions?” he asked Daedo.
Daedo said, “Barran and Vannier, Mr Kang.”
Kang Lee looked confused. He leaned closer to Daedo and whispered, “They are cadets from your Squad Zero?”
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Daedo nodded.
“And not the parents?” Kang Lee asked politely, indicating Mace’s parents.
Daedo shook his head.
Kang Lee was surprised at first but got it under control quickly and smiled again. “Very well. Mr Barran and Ms Vannier, can we begin? It has been a long day.”
To Mace’s unease and Kang Lee’s satisfaction, the entire party collected around an inner circle of lounge chairs. Seated next to Mr Kang was his daughter, and across from the pair sat Vannier with Barran on her left and Daedo on her right. Behind those three cadets stood Picard, Mace, and Axel-Zero. The other mildly interested witnesses – Sabine Axel, Gabe Mace, and Adele Mace – sat within earshot in the next enclave. They were silent and listening intently, curious as to what the children were up to.
“Now, cadets,” Mr Kang began. “Is that what I refer to you as? Cadets?”
Vannier nodded and smiled. “Yes, Mr Kang, cadets is fine, individually our names, or you can refer to our group as ‘Daedalus.’”
“Good, good,” he said. “Now as I understand it, Daedo invited us here to discuss Daedalus using our composite material technology and what sort of deal we could make to allow this to happen.”
Vannier looked at Daedo, who moved his hand from side to side indicating comme ci, comme ça.
Vannier smiled. “In a way, yes. This is a good place to start.” She shifted slightly in her seat and continued. “Mr Kang, I have a question. The composite – have you patented it?”
Kang Lee looked uncomfortable. “No. So-Ra keeps changing and updating it so often it is hard for us to pin down what, if anything, to patent.”
“Mr Kang, it is not my business to tell you how to run your business, but you are taking risks by not patenting technology and could be missing out on opportunities,” Vannier said.
Kang Lee began to understand how these cadets ran a successful business without their parents. Daedo might not know how to make a deal, but the group had many talents besides their leader, whose actual talent was unknown, but they all seemed to defer to him.
“What do you suggest?” Mr Kang asked, finally allowing Vannier to take the lead of the meeting just a few minutes in. But he would not give away his assets. Just by looking at this one family home in Munich, he knew these people were extremely wealthy. They could afford to pay a lot for So-Ra’s intellectual property. And if it could be patented and had worldwide implications, then it was worth hundreds of thousands of creds … no, millions.
“Let us speak plainly,” Barran said, taking over seamlessly, and Vannier did not flinch as if they had planned it. “We want So-Ra to come work for Daedalus and are willing to offer shares in Daedalus to bring her on board. We see the value of her developments and can realise them. We can take care of patents, selling, and incorporating into other products like exos, weapons, and mechs to showcase the technology. As it stands, we are not sure if the composite infringes on an already established patent. But Daedo thinks that even if this is the case, So-Ra has the capability of pushing her research further. Especially given the resources and facilities we can provide.”
Mr Kang nearly fell off his seat. He was not expecting an offer like that. After recovering himself, he asked, “What is the current value of shares that you are offering to So-Ra?” He was not selfishly greedy; he did not mind if it was So-Ra who was mega wealthy, or himself. She would share enough with him to live in luxury or pursue his dreams of winning the pro league.
It was Vannier’s turn to look nervous, and before Barran could answer with an inaccurate, overinflated number, she said, “Approximately one thousand bitcreds.”
“No, no,” Mr Kang said, “this is no good. Those are rookie numbers.” He looked at the parents doubtfully and received neither eye contact nor a word in reply.
There was a moment of awkward silence. And Mr Kang returned to his polite self.
“Cadets … Daedalus … it is not for my daughter to give her discoveries to you for a small fraction of their value,” he said earnestly.
“Mr Kang,” Barran interrupted, “you do not understand. We have many inventions which have much larger potential than the composite metals …”
Daedo shook his head slowly, and Vannier placed a hand on Barran’s shoulder to quiet him. It was not that Daedo was worried about giving information away, it was more to do with the fact that spoken promises were worthless. They would have to prove the value of Daedalus to Mr Kang. Or seek a talent like So-Ra someplace else.
“What if So-Ra were to attend the academy?” Daedo asked, and for the first time, So-Ra seemed interested in what was being said.
Mr Kang nodded slowly. “This is something more like I expected to discuss. I would wish for So-Ra to attend the academy as part of a deal we make.”
Barran jumped on the opening. “Okay. So we get So-Ra into the academy.” This simple statement brushed over the enormity of what he was saying. The annual cost was in excess of two thousand bitcreds, and that was before purchasing bodysuits, military-grade cybernetics, and upgrading exos. “And she will be able to see first-hand what Daedalus has – the potential and the growth. She reports back to you, and we make a deal towards the end of term two.”
Mr Kang held up his hands. “Mr Barran, please slow down. Not so fast. Let us consider and perhaps visit you in the near future. Where is your company based?”
Immediately, he was shown where Fortescue Military Academy was located, as well as the Nanterre workshop.
“Thank you. I cannot imagine getting accepted into a Tier 3 academy is easy or inexpensive. How can you offer this with no strings attached?” Mr Kang asked carefully. The devil was in the detail.
Vannier put her hand on Barran’s shoulder again, restraining him. “You are correct sir,” she said. “It is not a small thing. It may be possible but would require investigation from you and So-Ra if that is what you wanted.”
She did not mention that it was highly unlikely for them to pull it off, but that would have to wait for another day, now that Barran had opened that can of worms. If she shut down the viability of So-Ra Kang entering the academy now, they would be saying goodbye to her. And Daedo or Master Nader would have to look for another metallurgist. Crap; Master Nader, Vannier thought.
Mr Kang said, “We have one week before the next tournament, and I wanted to give Daedalus the opportunity to come on board as a sponsor tonight. Are you in a position to do so?”
“What would sponsorship involve?” Axel-Zero asked.
“Major sponsor is one thousand bitcreds for each tournament or ten thousand for a season of twelve.”
Daedo bowed his head slightly. Not because of the creds – which were tight in any case.
Axel-Zero caught the motion and continued. “Daedalus has many innovations to market, and if we were to sponsor, it would have to be a mech built by us, with our technology.”
“And expertly piloted,” Daedo added.
Although his tone was polite, the words hurt Mr Kang’s feelings. So-Ra laughed, her face brightening in contrast to her father’s pained expression.
Kang Lee sighed sadly. “I suppose it was not to be, Daedalus.” He stood and bowed. “Thank you for your time and consideration.”
The cadets stood as he did and returned his bow.
Mr Kang looked from the well-behaved, disciplined cadets to his own rambunctious daughter. He would love for her to learn discipline, but due to her nature, she probably would not survive in such an environment as these children were accustomed.
After the Kangs left, Barran announced, “That went well,” for which he received stares of astonishment at his denial-of-facts ability.
“You have to be joking,” Axel-Zero said.
“I don’t know if So-Ra could handle the academy,” Picard observed. “She has had a carefree existence up until now.”
“I handle it just fine, and I did whatever I liked before,” Daedo said.
“You aren’t normal, Daedo,” Vannier said.
“Neither is she,” he countered. “Dead Beat was leagues above any other mech out there, and it came down to her innovations in one single area.”
No one wanted to argue with Daedo, but it was clear no one agreed with him when it came to So-Ra being able to cope at the academy.
“What do we do now?” Barran asked.
“Just what we had planned,” Mace said. “We submit the list to Master Nader, and she finds us a seventh who has potential with the vacant specialisations.”
Daedo nodded. “Mace is right. She is taking on chemical engineering, and I know she will succeed because she is smart. We don’t have to find an extremely talented metallurgist; we only need to find someone smart enough to learn, focus, and specialise.”
Mace beamed at the praise. Her mother noticed, but to her credit, she showed no outward signs of it.
“Before we go our separate ways for the rest of the break, there is something important we need to discuss,” Daedo announced.
Picard, Barran, and Mace were coming back to the workshop while Axel-Zero and Vannier had to spend time with their families for the remainder of the break. Axel-Zero would be departing the next morning, but Vannier was leaving in only a few hours.
“Are you sure, in front of …?” Vannier asked, indicating Sabine Axel and Mace’s parents.
“They are citizens of Earth just as much as anyone,” Daedo stated frankly.
“Oh!” Gabe Mace said excitedly, sensing gossip. “What is this important discussion about?”
“The Spiral, the ship, and Master Nader,” Daedo said.