Nearly every person who belonged to the airfleet gathered on an open field. Mechs and biomechs vigilantly patrolled the perimeter and plenty of guards on foot were present in order to maintain order.
The faces of many of the gathered Larkinsons and other people were grim. News of the successful sabotage attempt had already spread and plenty of them looked upset!
"I always knew the people of the Biomech Purity Movement possessed rotten brains."
"Nigel Redmont shouldn’t be the only purist in our clan. We need to root out anyone who acts suspiciously."
"Does the Larkinson Clan maintain the death penalty?"
The low conversation slowly died down as a procession of individuals walked up to the podium erected in the front of the field.
Real banners depicting the colors and symbol of the Golden Cat surrounded the podium. The matter taking place today was undeniably related to the clan.
Ves, holding his Larkinson Mandate, strode forward under armor while surrounded by his Honor Guard.
"Meow."
Lucky proudly padded after Ves with his tail raised high.
Venerable Tusa and Venerable Jannzi arrived next. They stood a short distance away from Ves while wearing a formal but martial looking ensemble that consisted of a ceremonial robe dr.a.p.ed over a solid suit of light combat armor.
While their force of wills usually generated a considerable degree of friction against each other, this time they were remarkably docile. The impassive faces of the expert pilots indicated that they were keeping their emotions under tight control.
Afterwards, the ’star’ of the show finally came into view. A squad of stern-looking guards escorted a simple uniformed Larkinson forward. The crowd immediately recognized Dr. Redmont’s face from the images that people had shared to each other.
"The traitor is here!"
"Kill him! Teach him a lesson for destroying our biomechs!"
"I volunteer as executioner!"
Commander Casella Ingvar, who presided over the situation, stepped forward and amplified her voice.
"SILENCE! We will have an order here today! We are Larkinsons. Act like it! Unlike the unrestrained thugs and misguided fools that are rampaging outside. We are gathered here to witness justice, not anarchy. Trust in our institutions. Despite the short time that has passed since you have entered our clan, you must always take care to act in an honorable manner. Our names are worthless if we ignore the rules at our convenience!"
Her words had a lot of effect. The Larkinson Clan was a martial organization that heavily emphasized honor. Even though many people had slightly different ideas of what honorable conduct actually looked like, the most prominent leaders and warriors served as excellent role models.
Right now, aside from leaders such as Ves and Commander Casella, the heroes that many of the new recruits looked up to were Venerable Tusa and Venerable Jannzi!
Though both of them diverged over many matters, their trueblood heritage ensured that they acted as honorably as the Larkinson expert pilots of the past!
Ves was very glad he brought the two of them to the surface. Venerable Joshua was strong and nice, but his lack of military experience meant he was much looser and less formal than his peers.
Perhaps she would have thrived under this situation, but her personality would never be able to inspire much discipline from the troops!
What Ves needed the most were ways to accelerate the integration of all of the former Lifers in the clan. The existence of nutjobs like Dr. Redmont woke him up to the fact that there might be hundreds of other dubious figures out there who were only marginally less crazy!
Perhaps they might not pull off a damaging stunt right away, but given time they could easily abuse their access to important systems!
Several people including Ves feared that Dr. Redmont’s act was not an isolated incident. With all of the unstable personalities that his clan had hastily absorbed, it was not ludicrous to think that there might be dozens of timebombs hiding within the ranks!
Rooting them all out was too exhaustive. The best method to address this problem was boosting the integration process, and what better way to do so than to host a large event?
Pretty much every Larkinson, both old and new, had gathered in this field. Even the clansmen who had to patrol the perimeter with their mechs were still tuning in to the proceedings.
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