25 RNG: Texan In Another World - V2.12 - Battles over Calm Water (2/2)

Mike led the captains to a meeting room, having them keep their passengers on board until he had a chance to review their intentions. Vella was standing guard over the city ready to intervene, but the work Mike had put into the rescue had her at ease. She would have just erased both groups, drowning the would-be soldiers to feed to the prawn until it grew fat and slow.

The introductions to the City took up the rest of mike's afternoon, Soldiers were piling in after coming to an arrangement. They couldn't let all of them off the boats at the same time, and they had to travel in packs of two or more without causing problems. The rules were simple, but it was inevitable that someone would be an outlier and dishonor themselves with cheap theatrics or lies.

”Why are there so many women.. I want one.” One soldier spoke to another as they gazed on the passing ladies doing cleanup or just spreading the word about a product.

”Want to try this, Its nice and doesn't cost much.” A shop owner came out, she was wearing an apron like most others around her but she was telling others what to do.

'Women in charge?' The Kreson Soldiers were particularly curious how that had happened, many of them had greed written on their faces.

Mike circled Skies of the City to make sure nothing strange was happening. He packed up and went inside the Casino to watch the games and listen to the shows. There was a lot of business being discussed over drinks and gambling. Sometimes triumph on the table would mean triumph in a deal for worldly goods in masse.

Money changed hands on a constant basis and Mike wondered what he was doing. He had no true objective, his original plan to go home had long since shattered under the pressures of survival. His harem had found other means of daily conduct, they still joined him at night but their days were completely filled. They felt more like distant girlfriends with lots of benefits but there was obviously a drive that was missing from Mike's scope of reality.

He had to do something else, he could take over the world if he chose but it still wouldn't leave what the Titan's called a Legacy. Mike wasn't ready to pass on to another world, he just had to formulate a plan at some point in the future, Ideas were hard to make into a reality.

There were some injustices in the world, but Mike wasn't righteous or interested in being the worlds 'justice bringer' that would cause problems with the otherwise pitiful existences that muck in the dark.

”Always expect someone to throw shit at you for expressing something they disbelieve in, show contempt for, or just because they are sad.” Mike remembered his Teachers in grade school. They weren't the nicest of folks but they knew what they were talking about.

Mike had always been the kind of person to speak his mind, there was little filter to begin with. When he found several men stalking one of his citizens he pounced.

”Why are you following people. I'm going to have ask you to return to your ship.” Mike saw the knife but didn't react.

The Kreson Soldiers were considering Mike's evisceration for stopping their attempts to **** the woman who was minding her own business. Mike had watched the whole thing from above, but he didn't want it to be like this. They ran down the street knocking and kicking anything they saw like children and slashed at some of the City Banners.

Mike had just about enough, he was pulling out the Water Crystal to flush these two and their captain out to sea when a shadow came over his position. Vella swooped down and grabbed the two fleeing men.

”Where do you think you're going? Who's your Captain?” Vella threatened to drop them as she went higher before they pointed to a ship on the far end of the dock.

Mike remounted the Dragoon and flew toward them to watch the spectacle. ”I wish I had some popcorn.”

Mike really did wish he had some popcorn, watching people who overstepped getting reamed for their behavior was and will always be a treasured moment.

The Captains were forced to leave their Casino tables to deal with unruly soldiers who only wanted to cause mischief and misdeeds.

Mike didn't expect a beheading, and certainly didn't expect what he did see. Their skulls came into contact with the Hammers of the captain. Brain matter, along with the top part of the heads of each of them were projected as tiny bits into the water on impact. Watching it happen mike couldn't help but think about a large caliber bullet hole, the damage was remarkably close.

”The Next person to interrupt my meeting with something like this will pay a greater price.” the Captain spit at the water and pass his weapon to be cleaned.

The Captain kicked the leaning corpses into the water and off his boat.

Mike was actually impressed.

He couldn't agree with the method. Mike would have preferred something else other than their deaths. Them dying didn't serve as a lesson to anyone in the long run, much less about the reasons they were punished.

Mike couldn't hold it in any further and started yelling out the rules. It caught the attention of everyone around him.

”There will be no ****, Thievery, Extortion, Robbery, or Murder.” Mike pulled out a long spear from storage..

He had kept a spear with him for some time, It was better than the Frost Cannon for such occasions. Mike couldn't pull his sidearm just because of a speech.

”Anyone else causing trouble will have to answer to their Captains, I can watch as you join these two fools for trying committing a crime in this City.” Mike spat at the water in the same spot that the Captain had.

His actions pleased the Captain somewhat and the pair followed the Dragoon back to the Casino to discuss more about policy. It wasn't every day that Mike got to talk shop with someone of that position. Mike had City, not an Army. As such, there was a lot more involved in coordinating something that wasn't stationary. Mike picked his brain a bit about some details and ordered some food while they hammered out a trade agreement.

Money was in war, but war without a cause was just slaughter. After getting the Kreson version of events, Mike could see why they could feel that way given the narrative.

He still wasn't prepared to accept it as concrete evidence, but the way it was said left him to understand that more was going on.

Mike felt like he was being the recipient of a rumor, manipulated even. He didn't change his expression but stood up to leave.

”I think diplomacy is the best bet, Fighting because of a disagreement over words is like watching a child slap at the air. Grow a pair” Mike slapped a few more coins on the table.

”We'll continue friendly relationships with your people, its easier for the moment. However, and make this crystal clear. Don't bring your troubles to our City.” Mike was prepared to sneer but he just turned to leave.

In his opinion, there were some toxic people in every world.