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In due time, you will instruct the Voss to arm themselves with spears and travel in groups. Should they encounter any Leperos, they must kill them and burn the bodies. You consider patrolling the woodlands as well, but you decide against it. You still have to to master the UAVs and use them to break into the armoury, after all.
But right now, you need to sort out this squabble.
“You're right about one thing, Blayz. This is the land of the Voss and your people deserve a say. That's why your brother is going to help me lead.” The once-chieftain looks stunned, as does the runt Jurvaz. “I expect all of you to do as he asks, just like how you listen to me. That even applies to outsiders, like Herrmann and Karlee – they will obey him.”
The Voss don't seem to know how to react. Some of them look each and murmur thoughtfully, while others look irate. Until he woke you up, Jurvaz was seen as the village idiot. Suddenly, he's the closest thing to a chieftain that they have. It will take time for them to get used to the idea and there might be a few teething problems. Blayz looks crestfallen, but he wouldn't dream of refusing you, not after all of the memes that you've planted in his skull. Herrmann is annoyed with the prospect of having to obey a tribesman but likewise, he can't say no.
“I'm grateful, Three Hundred.” Jurvaz sheepishly pushes himself to his feet and the attention shifts towards him. “But the first thing I gotta do as your second is challenge you. There were things that you said back at Mulhouse that don't sit right with me an' it's 'bout time we spoke about that.”
“Let's hear it,” you reply. You know what's coming and you steel yourself.
“When we visited that alcove to sell all o' the Bygone devices, he offered to buy me. He thought I'd be a better Chronicler than Voss.” He's not much of a public speaker. Some of the other tribesmen look puzzled or can't hear him properly. The more he speaks, the clearer and louder his words become. “You said that you ain't a slaver, that you don't sell people – but what have you done to my brother and the outsiders, if you ain't enslaved them?”
“I serve out o' my own free will, you rat! Three Hundred gave you power an' you dare to question him?!” Blayz is furious with his brother. He even reaches for his knife but a stern look from you is all it takes to stop him in his tracks.
“I-I'm just holdin' him to his word,” Jurvaz stammers. “He said that he'd explain himself when we came back an' here we are.” His attention soon shifts back to you, as do the eyes of the other Voss.
>Focus on semantics. Blayz is right, it's not slavery if you don't have to force someone to obey.
>Create mythology. In Bygone times, humanity was naturally subservient to your ruling caste.
>The greater good. Everything you've done has been for the benefit of the tribe, from the start.
>Express remorse. You will no longer use your memes to make others serve, it is wrong.
