"Is that so, Instructor Vallad'Yanna?." Asked Darcia; Better known as Coordinator Phrangnerth.
She is a red-skinned woman with seductive curves accentuated by her black formal suit.
Although the black leather harnesses clutched to her neck and cleavage; Do not detract her presence, nor make her look vulgar.
{Impressive. Her Camouflage is way better than mine}
'What a flawless invisibility; It outclasses Vurckair's by a big margin!.'
"Why are all of you surprised?."
Cailly clenched her fists, and spoke through gritted teeth. "Because we are being deployed–"
Darcia laughed. "You should had explained them well, Instructor Valkysh."
Vallad'Yanna didn't ptotest, and Coordinator Phrangnerth continued. "I pretend to form a new Squadron with only Freshmen, Rookies and Squatsis."
"How it is that not the same as–?!" Cailly demanded with bloodshoted eyes. But Darcia didn't liked the Damsel's tone.
An oppressive pink aura sprouted from Coordinator Phrangnerth's Halo; Brightness filled the conference room, but served only to slam Cailly against the large table.
{That control is kinda cracked!}
'I've always thought my Mother's Profession was what allowed her to achieve this monstrous level of manipulation. Practice seems to be enough…'
"Moderate your tone, «Dearest Daughter of Cecilia». There are no more than 15 people in Ell'Thane who can rise their voice at me, and i allow eleven of them to do so."
The pressure on Cailly intensified, and her Nimbar began to fluctuate, causing her to sob in pain.
Darcia savored audibly. "That suits you. But i believe it would be much better to see Cecilia shaking her butt like a Virniya (Bitch) in heat to protect her daughter. Or maybe you'd prefer to mellow my mood; So i don't vent out my stress on your mother."
The pink light transformed into multiple three-finger hands that indecently hold Cailly.
"Coordinator Phrangnerth." Vallad'Yanna called aloud to distract Darcia; The latter put on a fake smile. "Don't be so tense. It's just a little prank, Instructor Valkysh."
However, the ethereal hands remained relentlessly groping Cailly's body; Some appendixes even adopted a phallic form to enhance the Lady's humiliation.
Giassmennia asked. "Coordinator Phrangnerth. Why–?."
"I'm bored."
Odette rised her hand. "Coordinator. I think she meant the deployment."
"I know, «Farm-Girl»…"
Odette's eyes widen enough to be popped out of her sockets.
"My answer doesn't change, Miss Mussers. «I'm bored». The standard Squadrons are too stiff, and don't adapt. They do a reasonably decent job against specific Tamed Quartzal, but they are wiped out in any Refined Quartzal. Many resources are invested to train them. Which is a massive waste; Because in the end; They die and i have to do all the work."
{That's a good point}
'How conceited… Do i sound the same?. No wonder others avoid me.'
"So i thought: «What can i do to make my job easier?». I mean, «To improve the survival chances of the Cadets». And the answer is obvious. Send them out to face the real world earlier. So we can save resources, and accept new cannon fodder; «Cadets in formation», i meant."
{Understandable}
'Unbelievable!. I think and speak like her!.'
Darcia lifted Cailly's chin. "In my boredom. I overheard some idiot wanting to evict a Vecturion from all Cities…"
"She what?!." Naylyn screamed furiously, her unrestrained aura bursting in a shockwave.
Nimbars and Barriers appeared. Except for Giassmennia's, Vurckair's and Darcia's, who had their Halos. The latter even shielded Nellia; The boyish Tomboy who lacks a Singularity.
Naylyn almost roared. "Are you that eager, or desperate to witness the total annihilation of the Cyannûss Family?!."
"Don't rush, Miss Nephron. While i don't care about the Cyannûss. Cecilia and Cardennia would be a great loss; Both are good using their tongues. If you know what i mean…"
Darcia giggled and licked seductively her black lips; The suggestive insinuation made various Ladies blush in embarrassment or excitement.
"Be at ease." Darcia's solidify aura softly slapped Cailly's face. "I won't cancel your little bet. In fact; I'll help you."
The Coordinator took out four curved crystals and made them float.
One arrived at Giassmennia's palm; Two more landed in Vurckair's hand; While the last one is forced between Cailly's lips.
"These Data Cores contain the profiles of Cadets and Instructors available to form a «Spear»…"
{It's a team of Seven}
"I understand your idea was to increase the Battle Rating of two people. But. I order… Ahem!. I suggest the outcome is dependant on your Score as a Spear after you delve in the Quartzal."
{Six Cadets and one Instructor who is accounted as two people. So our Personal Battle Ratings are added up and then divided by 8}
"That's almost the same…" Giassmennia admitted flatly, then troubled. "I don't like taking advantage of others. With Cailly and two Cadets who have half our Battle Rating; We'll win. And if we're going to integrate low-ranking Cadets, they'll most likely die in the Quartzal."
"Everyone dies, Miss Gydllurn. «Not many can choose when, much less how». But this is a massive opportunity. The first three Spears will become my Squadron. And obviously; I'll partake a major role in their training."
'My Mother has Coordinator Phrangnerth in high esteem. If she is going to oversee our development, it is certainly an invaluable opportunity.'
"To make everything unfair. I'm giving you one-hour head start. Don't waste it."
Darcia dissipated her aura, walked towards the exit and stopped her steps midway.
"Oops!. How clumsy; I almost forgot to tell you. «Instructor Vallad'Yanna, you are part of the young Vecturion Spear». If he loses; His Aunt will spank me. And i'll obliterate your Valkysh Family. Don't feel pressured. But you'd better win; Unless you prefer to be called, «Instructor Mäwller»."
{In the end; This was indeed about the bet}
Cailly fumed frost from her nostrils in cold rage, and spat out the Data Core, placing it on her chest, a bit higher than the cleavage she doesn't have.
The object is absorbed in her body, just as Giassmennia does.
{Nice!. The assimilation is still possible}
Vurckair followed the trend, and many profiles appeared in front of him.
"When were you planning to tell me about this bet?. Tomorrow?. Or when you were gone?." Pouting cutely, Naylyn scolded, and tried to pinch Vurckair's belly. But his scaled Adarga caught the Lady's fingers.
{The information changed!}
"I wanted to tell you during post-sex talk in your bed, Nalune."
Naylyn avoided Vurckair's gaze, and opened her palm, expecting a Data Core. "I won't share my bed with a loser." She blushed. "We should pick up good comrades for our Spear."
"Of course. But only women are allowed. I want a Harem at my disposal."
"Shameless Pervert."
"I prefer «Honest Man». Or you want me to quietly reject by no reason any male option that seems good?. Remember; We only have 55 minutes to choose candidates before we are competing for them against the other groups forming their own Spear…"