Hands in his pockets, Sylas took a step out of a teleportation portal. Jala and Alex weren’t far behind, but the sickness on their faces couldn’t be hidden. It seemed that they still hadn’t gotten used to long-distance teleportation at all.
Not far behind them was Old Brama, still as silent and respectful as ever. One wouldn’t expect that this sort of man would be capable of such a quiet side at all. It made him harder to read, but Sylas didn’t mind it.
"This is Planet Vortan. It’s on the outer reaches of the Beast Warlord Sanctum’s territory," Old Brama introduced.
Sylas nodded slowly. In truth, he had already memorized all the star maps of this Sector that he could. The problem was that for galaxy-owned territories like this one, maps were too precious to just allow to appear anywhere.
For a power as strong as the Beast Warlord Sanctum, the only way to get maps of their star systems was to get them through an underhanded means, like through the Petals of the Seeing Thorn, for example.
Of course, any organization worth their salt would hunt down anyone casually passing around star maps of their territory. It was too much of a strategic advantage for an enemy’s attack.
In a world as wide in scope as this one, a large part of the so-called home field advantage was knowing your stars better than anyone else did, as well as being able to move around them as you pleased.
Unfortunately, that left Sylas in a bit of a... situation.
This was the only location that he could conveniently teleport to. The rest of the way had to be taken by star ship manned by trusted parties of the Beast Warlord Sanctum.
These star ships also wouldn’t be taking any of the prime hyper highways, so it might very well take months to reach his destination.
The odds that there wouldn’t be any danger along the way were next to zero as well.
"With the financial backing of the Golden Grove, it isn’t impossible to make it to the Beast Warlord Sanctum in about a month or so. But I’m not sure if that would be the smartest decision to make," Old Brama finished.
"And why’s that?" Sylas asked.
"Money attracts attention. I don’t know much about the Beast Warlord Galaxy, but what I do know has never been good. The population of beasts to humanoids in this galaxy is very skewed, and those humanoids that do make the choice to frequent this galaxy often have ulterior motives.
"It’s in the best interest of the Beast Warlord Sanctum, due to their unique paths, that the concentration of ’wild’ territories is quite high, but that leaves large swaths of their galaxies unmanned and unpatrolled.
"Nature itself becomes their personal guard in most cases—that and various outposts and dangerous stations they usually end up using as training grounds for their disciples. But there are a lot of pirates that slip through the cracks, taking advantage of the chaos.
"There are at least three renowned pirate groups here that have C-tiers amongst their highest echelon, and those C-tiers are most likely to appear to target the sort of star ships that could get you there in a month’s time."
Sylas listened without interrupting, taking a look around the city before him.
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