Half of the guards faced toward the entrance and exit areas of the subsector holding the Teleportation Station, their weapons aimed and ready to pull the trigger the moment the orders were issued. The other half was facing outward to stop anyone from getting near the station.
Once they saw the Revensol and Harlev, they saluted and then returned to their formation. Both made their way into the subsector and entered a space engulfed in deep silence, a silence so deep that every step echoed throughout the massive subsector. Soon they stood in front of the building that stood in the middle of the subsector. Once again they entered without hesitation, just the two of them and they had stopped the guards from entering along with them.
Upon entering, they found themselves in a place where the Qi density was rapidly increasing, just a few moments and it would be enough to perform the teleportation. Due to the speed at which the Qi density was increasing, they felt a sense of pressure around them, acting as shackles weighing them down.
Revensol lead, Harlev followed and they arrived in front of Orama who was carrying the unconscious Inero-ie.
“Please hand over that man,” Revensol asked, seemingly polite, but the aura that surrounded Orama pressuring him, suffocating him, clearly told him the answer the man wanted to hear. The man looked like any other engineer, appearing no different from the ones he had seen when he had been touring this settlement, like those in the forging sub-sector but the pressure that was crushing him proved the man was unordinary. The other man stood behind without doing anything, just releasing a wisp of his aura, an aura that was equally powerful.
With much difficulty, legs shaking though Orama tried to bear with it as much as he could, “Unfortunately, I cannot do that.” As he could do nothing, he would just play word games with the other party and wait for the princess to show up. If even then the situation did not resolve, he would have to take out the token the Lord had given him.
“Oh, really? Why so?” Taking a step forward, Revensol asked, still polite, but the pressure crushing Orama increased a notch.
At that moment, Orama was rapidly thinking, going through the data stones worth of information he had read about this settlement before coming but there was no information about 3rd stage individuals like the two before him. As he was thinking of how to respond, Cile entered the field, arriving in front of Orama making him feel ashamed. He was sent to guard but he was being guarded when the need arrived.
Cile looked at the raging tsunamis contained in the two men in front of her, vast power, a small part of which was trying to crush Orama and her. Despite the pressure that made her tremble, made her body scream because of the pain, a pain severe enough that even she had to be careful. There was no change on her face, no sign of pain, no sign of fear as she stood in front of Orama.
Revensol squinted his eyes seeing the girl, “Please hand over that man and you can use the teleportation chamber even though it is close.”
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“On whose authority did you close the station? Who gave you guts to cause such disturbance in the settlement,” Cile asked, ignoring the question posed to her, seemingly unaffected and undeterred by the aura of two 3rd stage individuals pressuring her down. Even though her body trembled, unable to bear the abuse, her face was frozen in her original blank state and as they looked into her eyes, saw the way she stared at them, it made Revensol and Harlev, who had both seen many things, filled with an uncomfortable feeling.
Revensol carefully looked at the young woman in front of him. A face filled with an expression that would make anyone uncomfortable, a few strands of glacial blue hair peeking out of her head covering. There was no need to see anything else, the way she acted along with her hair, he recalled the data in his mind, but he did not outwardly acknowledge it. He had to try and use his words to resolve this situation.
“We naturally have been granted the authority, we even have the required documentation, and if you want to see it, you may follow us. Now, please hand over the harvester, we need to question him regarding some important matters.” Once more Revensol stepped forward, Harlev followed after, and Revensol split his mind to multitask, one part guiding the conversation even though Cile disrupted it every time, while the other part readied to use the telekinesis to snatch the unconscious body
He acted suddenly, the telekinetic power piercing through the layers of barriers Orama had wrapped Inero-ie in, snatching and bringing him back to Revensol.
“You are free to go now. And please be assured, once we are done with the questioning, he will be allowed to use the station.” Revensol signaled Harlev, and once he had said what he wanted, both of them quickly turned and in front of the exit.
“Useless farce,” Cile said in her normal voice, then turned her head up, and felt the density of the Qi that was now enough to use the teleportation chamber. Then she looked at the two who were about to leave, and would most likely act as though they heard nothing no matter what she said. She spoke again, her voice loud enough that all of them would hear, “As a scion of the Mus-Draik family, I order that the harvester Inero-ie cannot leave this settlement, without my presence.”
Acknowledged
Hearing the acknowledgment by the overseeing system of the settlement, accessible only to Mus-Draik, Revensol knew it was useless to say anymore. The other party could flip the table and so she flipped the table.
“So you were a member of Mus-Draik family. You should have told so at the start,” Revensol said while the body floated and arrived in front of Orama who picked him up once again, “though the questioning is important, it is obviously more important to fulfill your wishes. But please, I request you to come and answer some of our questions when he is free.”
Cile just nodded and entered the chamber followed by Orama and they teleported away, a residual wave of Qi the only sign of teleportation.
“Is this okay?” Harlev asked.
“What else can be done? Knrama has a soft spot for this child and with the system locking him to this settlement, what use is he? Even if I rejected, she could have come back with another Mus-Draik and it might have foiled the plan.”
“The original plan then?”
“Original plan. How much cleaning up is left?”
“Almost complete.”
“My side is almost finished too.”