The atmosphere within the office grew tense as both Ves and Gavin waited for Calabast to state the reason for her personal visit.
There was no way the spymaster dropped by at this particular time and place if she had to pass on mundane intelligence.
Though Calabast controlled her body language and spirituality far too well to give out any clues about her true thoughts, her actions alone constituted a signal in itself.
Ves leaned back on his office chair and crossed his arms. He had a feeling that he may not be done with shocking revelations for the night.
In case the topics of discussion veered into dangerous territory, he made sure to activate his best and most exhaustive signal jammers and other interference devices.
Though he did not bother to recall Lucky in order to have him sweep his office for bugs, Ves was already pretty confident in his ability to keep his talks under wraps.
He directed a measured gaze at the woman who accompanied him all the way back in the Komodo Star Sector.
"Please speak." He said with an echo of transcendent power in his voice. "If there is important information that I need to know, then I would like to hear it even if you cannot back it up with solid proof."
The stern-looking woman maintained a perfectly straight posture. A few seconds passed before she graced him with her insights.
"Let me test your understanding of the Terran Alliance. Who are its leaders?"
"The Terran ancient clans." Ves quickly responded. "The Terran Alliance is a colonial off-shoot of the Greater Terran United Confederation, which was explicitly set up to distribute power among a couple of dozen ancient clans. From what I learned, the idea behind this power structure is to maintain continuity of stability and leadership over the long term. It avoids the pitfalls of centralization and exists as a direct contrast to the New Rubarth Empire and the Rubarthan Pact."
The spymaster did not look satisfied with his response. "That is the textbook answer to my question. Your answer is adequate if you were still an ordinary mech designer or space peasant, but that is not the case anymore. Think about the changes brought about by the Age of Dawn. The old power structures have been crumbling one by one. Some of them collapsed in the first year. Others have begun to crumble on an ongoing basis. No matter the pace, all of them are on their way out. What is taking their place?"
This was a profound question. Ves clearly could not pass her test by offering a surface reply. He needed to take his time and analyze the political landscape properly in order to comprehend her underlying point.
He bent his head and frowned.
Though he understood that he had advisors by his side exactly because he could borrow their wisdom, he knew that if he wanted to retain his power, he needed to be able to figure out stuff like this by himself.
Fortunately, his mind was not that dull. Calabast had already given him a handful of hints. He merely had to direct his attention to the subject matter in order to connect the dots.
"Warlords." He recalled. "The top dogs of red humanity have been instituting policies that are gradually meant to shift power away from traditional civilian leaders in order to reward those who excel in combat against our external enemies. Such policies not only tend to favor militaristic organizations, but also individual powerhouses."
Calabast smiled. "Indeed. Policies such as the New Elites Program may have slipped your attention, but it has been a gamechanger for many ambitious people from all layers of society. Enough time has passed to produce results. Many states and organizations that have performed poorly on the frontline have fallen from grace. Others have risen at a speed that can rival the Larkinson Clan. The recently elevated Aduc Clan is a notable example. The Hex Federation’s powerful militants have also grown strong enough to mount a challenge on a weakened first-rate state of the Red Ocean Union."
All of this talk about ambitious leaders reminded Ves of a particularly ambitious uncle.
"Let me guess. Saint General Ark Larkinson also desires to make a play of taking over a state."
The former Hexer sighed. "I did not intend to mention your foolhardy uncle, but it is true that he wishes to lead the Davute Branch into taking over an entire second-rate state, though a different one from the Colonial Federation of Davute. That would constitute a betrayal of his oaths. His honor does not allow him to challenge his current employer and benefactor."
Ves chuckled at that. "That sounds like Ark, alright. He may be vainglorious, but he is still an honorable soldier."
"Let us get back to the original topic. The reason why warlords are important is because their rise is reshaping the political landscape of the Terran Alliance. On the surface, the ancient clans remain in charge. In reality, their individual power is not great. They have begun to consolidate their power base by forming coalitions with other groups who share similar goals and ideologies. Several of them have emerged, but two are particularly relevant for this conversation."
Calabast activated a projection that displayed a bunch of names and symbols.
They looked messy at first, but they slowly separated into two distinct groups.
"The Green Coalition has only been recently formed and is already rising rapidly. Its members are the masterminds behind the creation of the elven race. Their ultimate goals are hard to ascertain, but they are absolutely not simple. At least one of their aims is to secure the primacy of the elven race over the Terran Alliance."
Ves furrowed his brows. "That is way too little information. Who is part of the Green Coalition?"
"You should already be familiar with their names. The Shuku Ancient Elven Clan, the Devos Ancient Clan, the Aduc Clan, many Terran biotech research institutions and more. I have yet to find to confirm the names of other Terran ancient clans, but they definitely exist."

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