Checkin Up On New Leads
The process of doing his job, or rather doing the particular parts of it that Raibin was willing to do, certainly had it’s ups and downs. Having your own helmless solar sailor ship to go anywhere in the sector? Definitely an up. Not being able to use any official space ports, landing a few miles outside of your destination in the middle of the wilderness and then having to huff it the rest of the way? Probably not a up.
Raibin had just reached the city itself. Midinion. A tiny outpost that wasn’t noteworthy of anything but a bunch of strange mutations in blood colors and an obnoxious caste council that made Gynwop’s higher ups look tame... And one Tyrian blooded troll. One of several that Raibin had just recently been made aware of.
Upon becoming Grandmaster of the sector he got a lot of job notifications. Lots of psionic super-charged trolls that where supposed to be culled. Some highbloods that where pushing the limits of what they could get away with. But no Tyrians. Not until now.
That was the big secret. The real job of the Arbrutalitors. They killed Tyrians. Specifically they kept an eye on the tyrian population across their sectors, offing the ones that actually might pose a chance of challenging the Empress, making sure the really weak ones actually did challenge the Empress, and just overall keeping an eye on them.
Only a few cycles ago he had gotten into the old Grandmaster’s data files. Detailing the locations of all known Tyrians in the sector. It was time he started paying visits. Observe. At least pretend to do his job.
@midinion
