Well guys, since we're most likely going to end up as a scientist for the next ten years, allow me to introduce you to the story of Rostislav Alekseev, the guy who invented and designed Soviet ekranoplans (water-travelling aircraft, immense speeds for that time and extremely useful for amphibious assaults): started out young, got noticed and recruited by the Party to do his magic. And all his genius and passions did not help him when Brezhnev replaced Khrushcev and he fell out of favor. His projects were deemed unnecessary and wasteful, he was demoted in his own division and eventually kicked from office. Died soon after.
Moral of the story? We're currently in a corporate workspace, even worse, we're at the bottom of corporate politics. Brilliance without actual connections and "friends" will only take us so far and the ISC are the people on whose dime we're living, eating and sleeping. I.e, they have complete and absolute control over what happens to us, especially considering that we committed crimes against them. True, they won't know exactly what happened right away, but soon enough they will be able to piece it together: the monsters and their deaths will raise questions and sooner or later they will find out the truth. Edit: also, considering that meeting the princess' challenge just became even more difficult that it was before, we mus capitalize here. (Although,
treave, since this is pretty much my first time with "weeaboo," can you at least hint if I'm overreaching here?)
Right now we have no way to physically resist them should they decide to capture and study us (ahem,
) and we don't have all that many places we can run off to. So, we share what we know,
everything, and have our corporate overlords either pimp the fuck out of our special abilities or make our house a fortress.