Chapter 2.5: Reform [hr] Somewhere in the swarms around Mount Ram, a small group of slavers makes camp for the day, accompanied by a sizable spider like vehicle equipped with turrets and an 105mm cannon in the middle, while the men set up camp the crew of the vehicle disembarked taking a beer with them as they sit in one of the crates near the vehicle. “So, what we’re doing in this cesspool cap.” One of them asks as he drinks from his beer “Some time ago we lost some convoys near this location but other than that I have no Idea.” ” The captain replies as he empties the bottle “But still this amount of weaponry is a bit over the top.” He continues as he threw the bottle to the side “But as long as I get paid, drink beer and take the beauty for a ride then I have no complaints.” He ends as he grabs another bottle from the case. Soon night falls and the camp falls silent, the Rarians that stalked the convoy went out of hiding, accompanied by beasts, and equipped with their new Rarian guns, led by Diy of the smoking fist, looking for a fight he entered the camp with his war hammer and as he entered his men open fired taking the guards out easily while those who were sleeping panicked by the sudden attack. “I AM DIY OF THE SMOKING FIST!” He shouts as he walks right in front of the camp “WHO IS YOUR LEADER!” He continues as he looks at the panicking men who didn’t stop to listen to him. Annoyed he slams his weapon to the ground crushing 3 of them in one attack “WHO IS YOUR LEADER!” He shouts out in anger as he lifts his hammer revealing the blood stain that was once humans “FIGHT ME!” He shouts out as he points at the spider like vehicle. The captain while panicking before calms down as he sees where the giant was looking “I don’t know if you are stupid or not but I am the leader.” He says confident in his ability to pilot the mechanical spider “I’ll make you regret this.” He says as he powers up the war machine. Soon they face one another ready to fight “I AM DIY OF THE SMOKING FIST AND THAT VEHICLE WILL BE MY PRIZE!” He says as he charges into it “IDIOT!” The captain says as he fires his 105-mm turret at the charging minotaur, scoring a hit at his sides blowing away some of his armor while throwing him to the ground, happy to see the canon works he repeatedly fires at the downed giant. Soon the bombardment continues stopping only once he cannot even see him anymore due to the smoke “Idiot doesn’t even know the difference in power.” He remarks as he looks at the smoke. Until he hears the war cry of the giant and from the cloud of smoke Diy comes out with blood shot eyes, bloodied, and heavily wounded he tackles the vehicle because the captain wasn’t able to move fast enough to fire a shot into his bloodied enemy. Soon the spider vehicle capsizes and unable to aim properly at the approaching giant but as the pilot panic he was able chop off the left arm of Diy with one of the legs of the machine enraging him even more. “I will enjoy this” Diy says as he lifts his Warhammer and slams it at the cockpit crushing the captain instantly with the captain dead the battle was won and with this the other Rarians starts killing off the other humans that surrendered back at camp taking everything with them while leaving the bodies in the opening. They left taking everything even the camp materials making the scene look like they were ambushed, though mortally wounded Diy personally carried the vehicle with him back to the mountain, using an old Rarian tunnel system they disappear without a trace. Mount Ram [hr] As the raids continues and brings about weapons, equipment, technology and vehicles inside the mountain, Jake and his followers starts working day and night to create weapons, technology, and equipment for the growing armies of Karduke. While the Rarians continues to raid convoys inside the surrounding swarms the economy inside the mountain improves as new weapons, equipment and technology are introduced with every second, due to the increase in demand the first major trade company in the empire was established. With the increase in demand for equipment and weapons almost impossible satisfy to the trade company led by Ren together with Diy banded together to create the first Rarian industrial complex, accompanied by Diy’s blacksmiths and their knowledge about metalworks and Shina’s logistical capabilities and influence they were able to buy off the large caverns in the mountain and materials needed to start their ambitions project. Chapter 2.5: Start [hr] After Robin’s heist the hidden daggers starts working on the weapons that would soon equipped them with their fight against the slavers and the EOM but without space and limited resources the resistance was only capable of equipping a handful of their most elite men. Though they could make much more than a handful guns and equipment, Nene decided to direct most supplies into making the first vehicle that the resistance would be using the battle truck despite looking more of a tank with small turrets in its side the battle bus is designed to be a transport vehicle designed to take hits while keeping the cargo inside safe and intact. As the resistance grows bigger and bigger the once separated tunnels started to connect with one another making it easily to travel between staging areas and with the battle bus operational supplies are easily and more accessible than ever before, the resistance grows more efficient and larger. Somewhere in the farms inside the city [hr] Near the farms Luke and his men were able to blend in with the other slaves working the dead land desperately trying to make something grow but to no avail, he scouts the area looking for the cause. “The land is poisoned no one can grow anything with it.” He said to the farmers nearby making them stop as they all knew he was right “When did this start?” He asks the farmers “about a week ago the grass died off since the slavers started building some sort of factory nearby.” one of them replies “thanks for the info.” he thanks them showing a small dagger hidden in his clothes and getting a nod as they started to leave going back to their futile work.