Actaea

The weak become food for the strong – that is the law of nature and the foundation of the ideology of the “Rex Ventorum” corporation. Hector Pride was undoubtedly a strong man: he achieved the position of leader of the VRV at the age of thirty-seven and has held this position for the last four years. His success is particularly emphasized by the fact that he was born into a poor family. He treated his parents with contempt while they were still alive, as well as all people who lacked ambition. “Amori Draco, a clumsy fat man,” he said with disdain in his voice, finishing reading the report on the latest combat operation. He clearly disliked this man, and the problem of obesity in the country displeased him even more. “Once again, I had to clean up after him. Well, at least this event made the regional Community shut up... at least for a while.” An outside listener might think that Hector had a bad habit of talking to himself, but that wasn't quite the case; a young woman in a military uniform stood behind him, massaging the commander's shoulders, silently listening to his thoughts. Her name was Letizia, she was twenty-six years old, and she was best at killing other people. Hector found her eleven years ago among a group of outcast children (those whose parents owed money to the corporation but could not pay). She would certainly have had to do the most menial work of all if she hadn't been saved by Hector. The thirty-year-old officer bought the girl and raised her as he saw fit. Now she was his right hand, his best soldier, his daughter, his bodyguard, his lover, and even his personal masseuse. For the next forty minutes, Hector held a remote meeting with the other leaders of the corporation. The discussion was about the next round of negotiations, and this time the leadership decided to leave Amori Draco at home and send Hector instead, as he was a more suitable person to talk with the leader of the state chosen for the negotiations. “Letizia, prepare the plane. We are flying to Kvasardastan.”