11 Technological Advances – 3 (1/2)
(Vladmir's POV)
As the evening falls, we return to the main base. I have already built the Ghost Academies, as well ordered from distance for the ghosts to be trained. I also gave some new orders through communications, and that is to hide the existence of the ghosts from our new people. After all, the ghosts will be a state secret.
And now, in my personal command center, I greet the first ever battalion of 500 ghosts of my army. The ratio of man and woman is a bit off balance, with 60% of them being woman. All of them are dressed in ghost clothes, the man looking manly and the woman sexy.
One of them takes a step forward, the one that I told to elect as leader. A beautiful, perfectly balanced body hugged tightly by the ghost suit, snow white skin with long, black hair tied in a ponytail with freckles falling in front of her forehead ad beautiful green eyes of the color of emeralds, a full head taller than me. Since I'm still a child.
She falls to one knee, putting her rifle in front of her, bowing her head to me. The others follow suit, properly divided in five lines of one hundred ghosts, all kneeling in front of me. Thanks to my new senses, strained from previous battles for the new outposts, now could feel the psychic energy emanating from them, turning the air heavy with psionic waves.
All of their minds, strong, yet submissive and completely focused in my protection and adoration. I smile as the leader ghost introduces herself.
(Magna): ”Commander, I am Magna Star, elected leader of the ghosts. With your permission, we will serve you until our deaths and beyond.”
(Vlad): ”Stand.” I order to her. She gets up, with a light smile in her face. ”Welcome to the Glorious Armada, Magna Star. I have a lot of plans for you and your battalion, so please, start to select your troops, lieutenant colonel.”
I say, promoting her to the rank necessary to lead her troops. The puts her rifle over her shoulder, her surprisingly big breasts moving slightly as she shifts the weight in her feat from to the other.
(Magna): ”As you wish, Commander.”
(meanwhile, Hara Kingdom, King's private office, 3° person POV)
A man leans back against the chair, sighing as he massages his own shoulders from the stress of paperwork. The crown lies on the table before him, made of pure gold and decorated with jewels, showing clearly that this beautiful crown belongs to a rich and powerful king.
And in the chair, a bit less dignified due not wearing his kingly clothes, is said king. Golden, short hair that would shine with the actual glint of gold in the sun. Muscular body with a healthy tan, clothes that are clearly expensive and a handsome, yet serious face with strange golden eyes.
This man is King Richard Hara, one of, if not the most powerful king of the world. And at the moment, he is stuck doing paperwork. Recently, one of his border towns were burned, and he is now dealing with the paperwork resulting of its destruction. As he goes back to work with his feather pen, someone knocks at the door.
(Richard): ”Come in.”
He says, without even looking up from his papers. The door opens, a thin man walking through the door. He is dressed in expensive and quality clothes as well, in a western style like his king in front of him. As said before, the man is fairly thin, as well tall with a black mustache and black hair, swept back in his head.
Pale skin and brown eyes, with an average face, not too handsome but not ugly either. Except for the clear bags under his eyes and the glint of a genius in his eyes, this man is unremarkable is most ways. Despite that, this man still has a high ranking in the noble court as the counselor and secretary of King Hara, Faust. He stops near the table, falling to one knee with his head lowered.