“We are perfectly capable of handling this on our own without any foreign involvement my king.”
“Yes. I know. But if we are going to coexist with any of the people outside of these islands, this is necessary.”
Luz looked visibly concerned about the prospect of introducing something or someone she could not fully control into any endeavor she wished to pursue. She tried to come up with some other sort of counter argument that would sound cooperative to her Light’s cause but she could think of nothing that would not garner some sort of admonishment. So with heavy head and shoulders somewhat slumped in resignation, she responded.
“I will begin preparing now then my Light.”
Luz began barking orders to the group of men and women tasked with preparing the same vessel they had used to confront the Black Queen weeks ago. Many executed their tasks hurriedly as if in fear of the repercussions should their steps falter. The infamy of the leader of the Scientific Division drove them toward perfection and she did nothing to squander this ability she had earned ever since she was gifted her position. She stood upon the crystalline vessel, conveniently docked in a pocket governed by La’Ruta’s presence. Weeks of study had allowed them to modify and innovate to create magical magnets capable of manipulating the magic in the air for use in propulsion and charge some of their weaponry. It was a crude start to their ability to make use all of the new things around them.
The specific spot she chose to begin these preparations was strategic, well on the outskirts of the city on the eastern side of the Ceyana island. Word had been sent to those looking for employment that experienced explorers were requested to chase after what had been presented as a mythical beast though Illyrians knew better thanks to their monitoring equipment and the data provided by some elderly Orisians. She wasn’t expecting this realm to offer much of anything she could use, however, deciding to make sure her people were ready before even entertaining the idea of moving out onto the open area of the docks that those who arrived would be led to and confined to upon arrival.
Guards would scrutinize all weaponry, using analytical scanners that would be attempting to find any magical components as well as identify each weapon and its owner. The excuse presented would be that it would help the leader of the expedition utilize their skills to the fullest but in truth it was simply to keep track of each foreign insertion into an expedition that Luz fully believed she didn’t need any of them for. Luz would be seen in the distance, ensuring that supplies were boarded and yelling at those she felt were dragging their heels.
All non-Illyrian entrants would feel several eyes fall upon them, most with mild curiosity but some with a burning scrutiny that they did not hide at all. The din of the daily events at the docks did not relent though, as several merchants called out to anyone around to look at their wares and others tended to their own private vessels. A salty mist mingled with the sticky humidity around them, visibly annoying the Illyrians around them as several muttered comments about the ‘Orisian remnants’ and how they couldn’t wait to go back home. Several personnel nearby clearly felt the same way which didn’t make their first call for the visitors all that pleasant.
“If anyone is here to join Ms. Yllende on her expedition, raise your hands or get on with your business’