The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody
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San Ting squinted against the harsh light reflecting off the enormous tower. Briefly he reached down and checked to see if his gun was operation smoothly. A sharp click told him that the weapon was in good condition. I was rare for anyone from the Tempest to have something from the regular world because it would involve dealing with the normal people. Something that most of the Tempest avoided. Most goods were salvaged material from missions but that didn’t happen a great deal. This problem however created and opening for the weakest of the Tempest sects to fill. Steam. Although most people didn’t like to look at it in this manner, Fyre and Yce both knew they relied on Steam to acquire goods from outside.
Why? Because due to Steam’s abilities, they proved to be excellent thieves. As immoral as it sounded, in order to keep the population of the Tempest sustained and happy sometimes it would require some technology that most didn’t have the money for because people didn’t wander from the sect’s sanctuaries or work with regula humans. Although the Sanctuaries were self-sustainable and food could be produced, beds, utensils, metals and all manner of objects were needed to be brought in, Steam, could get it all. In this way an economy run on “favours” was built. Despite the declining numbers of Steam (due to failing conditions that caused the birth of someone with Steam) they had the strongest ‘economy’ of the Tempest. In this way they could barter for their territory than fight for it. The advantage of a gun was that it could kill faster then a Tempest power. It also meant that it gave civilians some thing within their understanding to fear, saving the trouble of putting on a light show to scare them away from a battle. {Besides} Ting thought {You were no less dead by a bullet then burned with Fyre}.
San Ting looked up at the tower that appeared to be made solely of glass, probing its defences with Fyre. Taking a heavy breath Ting started out for the tower. Quickly flexing his fingers Ting sent a message to Defnop who was currently waiting 50km away on the peak of the over looking mountain
Ting ran the plan though his mind again. He was to go to the council that had been called up to discuss the implications of the emending war and to see if he could negotiate a way to avoid blood shed. Defnop would be his backup in case the negotiations went sour. The cheesy elevator music was making it hard to think, Ting flicked his eye towards the speakers. The music died in a low warble as the player insides melted into a blob of copper and silicon. With a slight smile Ting stepped from the elevator as the doors opened in a lone corridor leading to the meeting area. The small hall was obviously chosen to intimidate people who were arriving so that who ever was holding the conference had a slight fear factor advantage. {Politicians} Ting thought {such drama queens}.
The room the council was being held in was actually a large soaring room. The corners were elaborately gilded and there was a large sweeping window at the far end of the room. It was obvious that the decorations were intended to put those entering in awe. Ting was in no mood for gazing around dumbstruck, today things could well decide the span and quality of lives for the next fifty or so generations. Everyone looked grim, as though being lead to execution. It was could be seen to be obvious that nobody wanted war, but Ting had learned early on that most politicians could change in a matter of moments. Ting was after all the Chronicler; it was his business to know how history had failed us and how to prevent it from happening again. Of course Ting also knew that history had a tendency to repeat itself. After all the tiresome introductions were made the council was seated. Ting listened as slowly the other representatives gave their standings as a community. There wasn’t really much to be learned, it was mainly things such as how high on the social status bar they were and what in general was happening in the world. The Yce delegates did briefly touch on Rawr’s previous mission. Ting told them that when both Fyre and Steam were finished with the prisoner that the prisoner would be returned to Yce who would be permitted to dispense justice as they saw fit.
When finally Ting’s turn to speak for Fyre came he stood and stared out beyond the window. He had spent a great deal of time during the presentations trying to settle the anxiety he felt, he hoped Edot was right about what he had said with Yce knowing of a Chosen. Clearing his throat Ting ground his teeth before he said “Now apparently as Yce is aware there his been a Chosen born into Fyre…” Ting stopped as the room went deathly silent. “What? I thought that at lest Yce knew.” A Steam delegate spoke up “And is it dead” his voice was edged with fury. Ting considered “Um…no”. With those two words the room exploded into an uproar. This in itself wasn’t so bad. But when one of the Yce ambassadors lost control and sent a slivery spar of Yce across the room then things became a deadly chaos as everyone opened up at the new threat. Ting didn’t waste time fighting; instead he sprinted towards the window. Pulling out the gun he had he sent three rounds through the glass, shattering it. With a quick flex of his fingers he sent Defnop a urgent message
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