Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 545
🕑 Added 2024-01-24 21:43:06 +0000 UTCWith the preamble out of the way, Camden had us all take a seat around a truly gargantuan wooden table packed with chairs. Callie and I sat close to the head where Camden was, just so we could be involved, but we didn't plan on talking too much. Listening was the best way to learn, and these meetings had been going on for ages without us attending. They had their own trajectory that we needed to pick up. At least that was the plan, sadly Camden didn't get the memo.
"Welcome everyone." Said Camden as we all sat down. "As you've noted we have newcomers among our number. Nightstrike and Solomon have recently reached E-rank, and due to special considerations in their contracts, will be assuming command of a century." I knew not every E-ranker in the army was in command. There were several squad leaders and trainers who were higher ranked, though his words led me to believe I hadn't seen all or even most of them.
A dark skinned man nearby with a placid expression and amber eyes nodded at us. "Lovely to meet you both." He said in a light, slightly melodic voice. "As newcomers, I suppose we should introduce ourselves to you. My name is Marco Powell, and I'm the captain of the first regiment of Baron Tolbert's military. The other commanders report to me when his grace is indisposed, so we'll be working closely together."
"That's IT?" Spat a sickly looking blonde man, slamming his hands on the table. His eyes were an odd golden color, and his dark hair was shaved on the sides and bleached on the top. His face was sunken and he was tall but unusually thin. "They show up and hit the next rank and we hand over an entire century? We all broke our backs to be here, signed contracts that last for decades. I heard these bastards won't be sticking around for more than half a year? What the hell?"
Camden's eyes narrowed. "Sigmund." He said softly. "I don't recall where in your contract you were given the authority to question my decisions? Are you secretly the general of this army? Why was I not informed of something so important? Nightstrike and Solomon paid for their positions and more. Their contributions to our endeavors are substantial, and do NOT need to be enumerated at your request."
The other eighty plus people looked similarly upset. We had, from what Camden said, five regiments, totalling eight thousand people. Each of the five had two companies of eight hundred, each broken down further into eight centuries. There were another two thousand elite troops under the command of Hamill, who were considered core forces most likely to become high ranking officers once the territory was settled. As century commanders we would be educated in field maneuvers, formations, training techniques, and various other base level instruction styles.
There had been talk, back when we were drawing up the contract, of just promoting us to company commanders, pulling soldiers from the core forces for us. In the end we decided to start small and earn our way up. It was less likely to cause problems, and most of what we needed to know for our territory we could pick up here.
Marco, smiling disarmingly, held up both hands. "Your grace, we don't question your decisions. If you say they've earned their place we're of course happy to welcome them into the fold. I think Sigmund is just voicing the concerns he feels may impede their integrations, so we might disarm a potential distraction before it becomes problematic. It is YOUR decision whether they're allowed to remain, of course, but we'll be working with them. Perhaps a bit of information on our new colleagues might put us all at ease."
Camden looked annoyed, but I could see that Marco's method of doing things was harder to just crush. Not to mention Marco was a regiment commander, one of only five in the main force, which meant he was probably pretty strong and had a lot of authority. "Fine." The Baron said with a sigh. "The two of them are the team leaders of Agria, the new healer we recently acquired. I trust you've all made use of her talents?"
To my surprise, that seemed to settle them all down a bit. Sigmund looked pensive. "She's been instrumental in keeping me on schedule." He admitted grudgingly. "Team leaders huh?" He glanced at us, then sighed. "Not used to how the other factions do things, but assuming that means she's like a vassal, I could understand the credit. Healers are invaluable. Especially one so useful."
Marco nodded with a wide smile. "Agreed. Lady Agria has been a great boon to the camp. She's saved us time, energy, and prevented not a few deaths. At this rate, she'll put us far ahead of our expected progress. Which century will they be taking command of."
Seemingly pleased with the return to matters at hand, Camden smiled back at the regiment commander. "I'm giving them Olena and Stern's centuries. Those two have been causing problems, and I've had them reassigned to Weber's unit in the core force for...disciplinary training." Every person at the table shuddered visibly as the seemingly innocuous words, and I made the brilliant deduction that I didn't want to ever find out why.
"The thirty third and the nineteenth?" Sigmund burst out with a laugh. "Why didn't you just say that? No reason to be jealous of them getting THOSE units. Laziest and most difficult centuries in the entire main force." He shot us a pitying look. "I actually feel bad for you all now. Olena and Stern were problems from the start, and they were given the most recalcitrant recruits. Thugs and morons mostly."
I grimaced. That wasn't ideal, but we had ways to handle things. I glanced at Camden, who was grinning at me mischievously, and rolled my eyes internally. "Is that so?" I said lightly. I should have known he'd find a way to screw me at least a little. If I brought it up he'd probably feed me some bullshit about learning more with a more difficult task, but I was pretty sure he was just passing the buck on a problem. "Then I want to request a few transfers. Two specifically. Gabriel Brightlaw and Abel Castleton. One for each of us."
Camden made a noise of amusement. I'd been polite about asking, knowing more about how far to push after my lessons on diplomacy, brief though they had been. Eventually, he held out a hand to Alister, who stood behind his chair. The seneschal passed a scroll, and the Baron opened it, skimming the names. "Mercy and Desmond. Those two are outliers in terms of productivity. They'll take your friends places in the tenth and forty third centuries. Acceptable?"
Since I didn't know who those people were, I just nodded. If these assholes were so obnoxious the other commanders were pitying us, we'd need all the help we could get. Sure, as E-rankers we could kick the shit out of all of them, but if we had to keep crippling and healing our people to get them in line it would look bad. Letting Abel and Gabe do it would be MUCH more reasonable.
"Well that's the easy part taken care of." Said Marco cheerfully. "Now we need to figure out who is going to be instructing them on training methods. It'll need to be someone running one of the more disciplined centuries, since they'll have to be away for a while helping these two adapt. Any volunteers?" He scanned the room, and a pair of hands went up. A small, olive skinned girl with aquamarine hair and kind blue eyes, and a tall tanned man with dark, intense eyes and long straight hair.
Camden reconsulted his list before nodding. "Demia and Niles, is it? The fifty seventh and sixth centuries?" At their agreement he glanced at me. "Very well, the two of you should be suitable. Make sure to help your new comrades to the best of your ability. This isn't a punishment detail. I have faith that Nightstrike and Solomon can whip those units into shape, and anyone found derailing that goal will be penalized. Understood?" He cast his glance across the table, and everyone nodded solemnly.
I was glad he'd said that. His little joke aside, if the other commanders got the impression we were intended to fail, they could make things difficult for us in plenty of ways. Making sure that we weren't the victims of hazing was the least he could do, and made me wonder if he really HAD given us problem units to make us better commanders.
The rest of the meeting was much less tense, and much less focused on us. Camden checked up on troop movements, assigned field exercises, patrol routes and just did general upkeep stuff I hadn't even known was going to come up, and once he was done, we were all dismissed. He asked Demia and Niles to wait for us outside and called for us to stay back to talk to him.
Once everyone was gone, he slumped a bit in his chair. "I hate doing these." He groaned. "Sitting all still like that is terrible for my back. Alister, get a back pillow made for my chair." The seneschal made a noise of confirmation and jotted down a not, and the Baron turned back to us. "That went pretty well, all things considered. Do you have any questions?"
"You mean like why you screwed us over on unit selection?" I said dryly. "I assumed its some nonsense about adversity building skill."
He barked out a laugh. "Nope. Politics. As you noted, once I mentioned your assigned units the dissatisfaction abated quite a bit. I can't babysit you two, and if the other commanders have a problem with you it'll make things much harder around here. Olena and Stern were bastards, no one liked them. If I'd given you a proper unit, I'd have had to take it from a more respected commander, and it would have turned everyone else here against you."
"This way we can prove ourselves." Said Callie in understanding. "If we can straighten up the problem children, we'll get a reputation for being competent, and without depriving some well liked commanders of their posts. But are you sure we can actually DO this? Olena and Stern were E-rank too, I assume."
He shrugged. "Barely, and they didn't really try much. They weren't exactly command material. Olena's brother Matthias is a particularly competent bastard who runs one of the units in the core force. I put them in charge as a favor to him, but once they proved they couldn't hack it he had no issues with me pulling their command. THEY had plenty of issues, but attacking fellow soldiers in the camp is taboo. They might challenge to a duel though, so I'd watch out for that."
I nodded solemnly. A duel wasn't too bad. We were newly minted E-rankers, but we had our own advantages. If these two were beginners we could definitely take them. "Demia and Niles." I said leadingly. "They're talented?"
"Two of my best." He said with a laugh. "I know all my top recruits, checking the list was just to make it look like I wasn't playing favorites. I had Marco approach them before the meeting to volunteer. The first thing you need to learn about command is to make sure you don't leave anything up to chance. That was all scripted, Marco, Sigmund, all of it. Now everyone knows what I want them to know about you, and nothing more. I've given you a good position, what you do with it from here is on you."
With that, he dismissed us, and Callie and I headed out to meet our new teachers. Demia and Niles were waiting for us at the entrance to the tent and once we joined them, they escorted us to meet our new units while Abel and Gabe were summoned for their new duty. Time to meet our personal armies.
