of this. They’d had plenty of time to prepare, and they’d laid mines, set up ambush points and even built extra vessels to fly out and meet the ship. If the enemy had taken Gladius, they would be in for a grim surprise. They would be blown from the skies long before they ever reached the purple band of Twilight on Ignis Glace.
The council had offered her a position of leadership on matters of planetary defense, primarily because of her father’s rising rank in the Nexus government. It was he who had sent out the warning vids, after all. Nina had taken the title, but soon twisted it to her own plans.
Planetary defense did not just mean space defenses, after all. In her mind, her authority clearly extended down to the surface, and internal affairs must be dealt with as well. Nina was young, but she had ambition in her genes. She was also a vengeful soul, and she wanted more than anything to find her brother’s killer. The mech with the scarf and cape still walked freely somewhere in Sunside, raiding and stealing property, mainly taking fresh mechs for his army. He did not strike often, nor did he kill many people when he did, just those who got in his way. In the face of the coming danger from the skies, the war council did not see him as a serious threat and willingly gave Nina the authority to chase her metal ghost around in the deserts, if that was her desire.
Nina well understood their reasoning. They would allow her to safely expend her youthful energies in this fanciful manner. If perchance she did find the renegade mech, one (or hopefully both) of them might die, making life quieter for the older nobles in either case.
With her title, her rank, and her new authority secure, Nina set about gathering a small army to hunt down the mech that had taken her brother’s life. First, she called a clan meeting. The Droad Kindred were summoned to Droad House, an event that had not happened in nearly three decades.
The Kindred came expecting a celebration. In the old days, when a new lord had ascended the hide-bound throne, a great deal of feasting and drunkenness had inevitably followed. Accordingly, they came with barrels of their best mead on anti-grav carts behind them, along with frozen venox steaks and sealed bags of broadleaf smoke-weed.
As the kinsfolk crossed the drawbridge, the fish in the moat sang to them in greeting. The oldsters found this enchanting. Nina had taught them this by having frequently tossing bread upon the waters when they serenaded her on the drawbridge. Excited, Droad children in floating vehicles stuck out their heads and dutifully tossed tidbits over the side, every crumb of which was sucked up by the greedy fish. It seemed that with each handout, more fish sang even louder for the next group of tramping boots or whirring skimmers as they passed by.
The Droad kindred were some seven hundred in number. The majority of them had no title, but they owned their own lands and were thus freemen. Being related to the ruling family, they were considered a cut above the local folk that lived in the fief and were often elected as hetmen of villages, or as foremen of factories.
The walls of the castle encircled enough land to house them all safely, but they could not all fit into the keep itself for a feast. Accordingly, Nina declared the feast would be held outdoors, weather permitting. This decision was met with broad approval, as no one wanted to be excluded from the banquet and new Baroness’ presence.
So it was under the gloom of Droad Mountain, in the further shade of Droad Keep, that the kindred met together and held festival. Nina soon realized they’d brought an excessive amount of intoxicants, and was alarmed at how quickly her relatives got out of hand. Before the main course was served to the waiting throng, there had already been several fights and many public declarations of love, lust and general bravado.
The food arrived on heaping platters carried by a full company of loyal mechs. The weather was perfect, the sky being so clear that a few stars were even visible hanging in the sky over Nightside. Bright bonfires glared at every corner of the grand courtyard, reflecting from the stone walls in dancing yellow ripples.
After a great quantity of meats and tubers had been consumed, the kindred began banging their belt-knives against their metal mugs, calling for a speech. All eyes turned to Nina, and she stood. This was the moment she’d been waiting for.
“I welcome all the Droad Kindred to Droad House,” she began.
She got no further before a roar of approval and hooting arose from the crowd. She blinked, but smiled at them. She stood there, waiting for quiet to return. She saw amongst the crowd most of the Droad women had worn their finest gowns, while Nina herself had worn her rider’s leathers. She had her twin swords strapped to her waist and looked more like she was about to go out on patrol than speak at a formal banquet. Sensing the attention and whispering of her female relatives, she fought the urge to blush and stood straighter still. She pressed on, raising her voice until she could be heard.
When she was practically screaming, the crowd settled down to listen again. “I’ve called you all here for several reasons. For one, I’m the new Baroness of Droad House. The title is now official.”
Another wild chorus of calls rolled over the crowd. Nina waited, smiling indulgently. They soon quieted, allowing her to speak again.
“I’ve gained another, more important title. I’m now in charge of planetary defense-internal defense. This matters more than it has in the past, as we have new threats here on Ignis Glace, both in the skies and haunting our own wastelands. I plan to eradicate these threats.”
The cheering was far more ragged this time. A susurration of voices grew as people turned to one another in their hundreds and made surprised commentary. Everyone wondered where the girl was going to go with this.
“Accordingly,” Nina said, “I’ve been given the authority and funding to raise an army for the defense of Twilight on the ground. I do not have the authority to compel service, however. I must ask for each household to give the forces that they can. I need soldiers, and I need them now. If the Droad Kindred give freely, the other houses will be pressed to match their generosity, or else face embarrassment.”
There was a moment of surprised quiet. Many knew about her newfound responsibilities, but had considered the position an honorary one. No one thought she was going to actively defend the planet. Nina, contrary to their prevailing opinions, clearly thought otherwise.
After an awkward moment, throughout which Nina continued standing before them, an old knight from Traum stood up solemnly. “I will pledge half my perrupters-forty fully functional mechs, with armament and supply carts.”
The younger folk gaped at him, but his eyes were staring hard at Nina alone. Nina acknowledged him with a gracious nod. The others slowly began to grasp that this feast was a muster-not just a simple occasion for gathering and drunkenness. Three others struggled to their feet and offered half their household forces.
Nina lifted her hands high, with a blazing sword in each. She’d switched them on for effect. One chased with lavender plasma, while the other blazed white. Her right hand still bore the livid scar where it had been severed.
The crowd stared, and she knew they had to be wondering which of these blades had slain her witch of a mother. She had never told anyone the details, and had forbidden the mechs from answering questions on the topic.
“Family! Comrades!” she called out. “I greatly appreciate your generosity. I must clarify the situation, however. We need more than an army of mech perrupters. We need human hands wielding gun and sword. The enemy we will be facing in the immediate future is not flesh, but metal. And those enemies have a way of disabling our mech guardians and even turning them against us. I propose that when we meet them on the field of honor, we will do so with an army of humans that can’t be corrupted or switched off.”
A ripple of whispering swept the crowd. This was the most shocking news of all. She was asking for more than they’d bargained for. The men who were still standing in answer to her call remained upright, but eyed one another nervously. All except for the old knight from Traun, Hans Droad. He never wavered, but raised his hand again.
“I loved your brother Leon, almost as much as you did, Nina,” Hans rumbled. “I would not have followed Olivia into the star-blasted furnace at our borders, but I and my three sons will follow your banner into the deserts, as you once followed your brother’s.”
“Thank you, Hans.”
“I only ask one thing: do you know the whereabouts of the renegades you seek?”
Nina smiled. Hans Droad was old, but he was far from a fool. He was a first cousin to her father, and reportedly had known him well.
“Yes,” Nina said. “I know where their encampment is. It has been identified via the new satellites the council
