09-15-2016, 12:14 PM
Viktor had his chief aide submit two pages of suggestions to lead the Consulate on Channeler Oversight (CCO). Two pages of names complete to links of additional information including credentials, experience, loyalty, and trustworthiness and not a single fucking person was suitable to the job. Hell not even Viktor himself had the requisite requirements for the job. And what exactly were the requirements to lead the CCO?
First: be one of these channelers, second: be everything else a Consul had to be.
Aside from the Ascendancy, Viktor was aware of only one other candidate. Commander Vellas raked his nerves. How the Ascendancy trusted the man was beyond him, but by proxy, Viktor had to likewise invest his trust. Michael was so far loyal to the CCD, and had proven his worth and valor in combat, but he was not suitable for a bureaucratic role in government. There were the others as well, although Viktor hadn't met any of them personally, he didn't want someone in the position who may be more loyal to Vellas than to the Ascendancy.
That meant he needed to look elsewhere. He pulled up the files on registered power users--channelers--he mentally corrected himself, and sent a note to update the registration form to reflect the new name. It sounded much less idiotic than fucking magicians, like the Ascendancy was a side-show in a circus.
Except for that initial technical snafu when the site went live, the registration servers had been busy. The CCO would eventually take over running the logistics of the data, but given the short time frame in which the site was erected, staffers were still being compiled to organize the results. When Viktor logged in to his admin account to see the site traffic for himself, he almost choked. In a matter of days the site had millions of hits, and massive numbers of registered accounts. Assuming even a fraction of those were real, and not spam, it would be nearly impossible to parse through the people any time soon.
He called his under-Consul into his office. "I want you to redo the list. But this time compile names of individuals with requisite experience from the registration accounts. I'll make you a proxy admin right now."
The under-Consul nodded and left to get right to work on it.
In the meantime, Viktor filtered the registered users to browse through the ones based in Moscow, just to get an idea of who all was out there.
First: be one of these channelers, second: be everything else a Consul had to be.
Aside from the Ascendancy, Viktor was aware of only one other candidate. Commander Vellas raked his nerves. How the Ascendancy trusted the man was beyond him, but by proxy, Viktor had to likewise invest his trust. Michael was so far loyal to the CCD, and had proven his worth and valor in combat, but he was not suitable for a bureaucratic role in government. There were the others as well, although Viktor hadn't met any of them personally, he didn't want someone in the position who may be more loyal to Vellas than to the Ascendancy.
That meant he needed to look elsewhere. He pulled up the files on registered power users--channelers--he mentally corrected himself, and sent a note to update the registration form to reflect the new name. It sounded much less idiotic than fucking magicians, like the Ascendancy was a side-show in a circus.
Except for that initial technical snafu when the site went live, the registration servers had been busy. The CCO would eventually take over running the logistics of the data, but given the short time frame in which the site was erected, staffers were still being compiled to organize the results. When Viktor logged in to his admin account to see the site traffic for himself, he almost choked. In a matter of days the site had millions of hits, and massive numbers of registered accounts. Assuming even a fraction of those were real, and not spam, it would be nearly impossible to parse through the people any time soon.
He called his under-Consul into his office. "I want you to redo the list. But this time compile names of individuals with requisite experience from the registration accounts. I'll make you a proxy admin right now."
The under-Consul nodded and left to get right to work on it.
In the meantime, Viktor filtered the registered users to browse through the ones based in Moscow, just to get an idea of who all was out there.