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"Latest set..like..recently? I'm so telling everyone about this"
Markway paid little attention to the journey to his first use. To him, the way there was quick. He looked around as they walked, trying to figure out the ins and outs of this odd ship. He didn't notice anything familiar, no tv screens, no breakroom..no simulation chamber..not even the scent of the innermost layer of the Dilbertuese Etherhull. Not even a week, and he already missed that smell.
His curious looking about was interrupted by that hive again. She was screaming in her native language for help..they must've captured her recently, telling from the screaming. He entered the chamber, and sat down on the nearest thing he could sit on.
"So..what do you want me to do? try and calm her down? get some info off of her? I told you before, I had this sh*t literally burned into my mind. I could tell you everything you wanted to know..and more."
Harlock holds the body up higher out of the robots reach as he looked to it again before looking back to the human's body. reaching up with his other hand to see see if he could be brought back with a pulse, though he does consider that it would likely be a farce since his lungs were likely full of tar. "Are you trying to revive him? Or do you need the body for something...?"
Filia just stayed with an arm out to defend Jazmin as she looks to the creepy robot "Uh... Harlock... Maybe you should give him the human? He's already passed... Maybe it can talk after?"
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"High society huh... Jeez my people are more laid back compared to yours it's scary... But that's alright. It wouldn't make all this half as fun if I knew what was going to happen." He says as a smile stretches across his lips before he looks back to her "Hmm? Oh that's easy. I want to see the best Landmark you can think of."
As Mateva got her to where her frame was docked, she looked to it for a good long moment. Taking in every detail of its almost angelic appearance. Built to be agile and maneuverability, that much she could tell. It took her a moment but she could already feel that there was a connection there, a subtle one but one she could definitely feel. Even as they got close to it she moved her head slightly from side to side, watching as it mimics her in a way before she takes a step towards the cockpit. Listening to Mateva about her password, she just smiles fondly as she thinks of the service tag that Elzi decided to give her as a joke. She finally got into the cockpit and had it close around her as she put her password "... Pr33tlady"
By The time he was finished talking, the both of them would feel the Train come to an Abrupt halt, Looking outside of their Row's Window would reveal that they were in or close to some type of Train Station, and waiting outside was not only a Horde of People and individuals waiting to get onboard, but also a large city within the background.
Yet as the Train would come to a stop and the other Passengers aboard would begin to stirr about, Laura would seem to speak, all the while seeming to move away from him in an attempt to get what the two of them had packed;
"Well... I'm, glad you think of our relationship like that... Most people wouldn't or atleast most, of the Suitors I've had to experience... Mainly do it for Status, Influence or power.. Because... Us Hybrids are a Rarity, and rightfully so.. Most of us die before we even get to Five due to the Biological Incompatibilities... And. Other reasons, for me... I can't see in my left eye, and.. As much as it is an Annoyance, its still treatable".
As she was finished she was able to bring down both of their Luggage with one attempt, the weight not even being that much of an issue for her, as it would be for him: holding up both of their bags before once again speaking while using her free hand and extending it out towards him, Smiling brightly as she were to do so, and eventually would speak;
"Besides... Unity maybe a factor of our relationship, but there is also another you've forgotten to include, Dedication come on.. We've Just gotten here, and I want to show you around, Nova maybe large and all but its nothing like, Jzeiv
The man would not come back, the tar had properly killed him. And it was a bit too late. The robot watched as Filia and Jazmin approached. Looking back at Harlock. If Harlock gave the robot the body, it simply grabbed the body by the neck, and started dragging it away. If he didn’t give the robot the body, it started walking towards Filia and Jazmin.
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She nodded, “hm... the best land mark? Well, I have an idea.” She smiled and stood, “come on.” The two left the restaurant, being given a kind farewell by the maitre. The two walked on the streets for a moment, Liline singled a cab. From the road, a black runabout pulled over. It had a driver wearing a black suit and goggles. The runabout itself had a backseat, plus a foldable roof, but no doors. Liline climbed in the back, sliding over so Sephus could get in. Liline handed the driver a coin, which he put into a little pouch.
“Thanks, bruv. Where to gov’na?”
“Mera Emas.” Liline said. The driver nodded, and pulled a lever. The car racing off the curb. Sephus would get to experience driving here first hand, people didn’t have speed limits! They only had stop signs, no streetlights! The roads had no lines or markings! And all the cars just floored it around the carriages. It was quite mad. But, the gentle sputtering of the steam engine was... soothing in an odd mechanical way. The little runabout zoomed up avenues and boulevards. Past buildings and carriages. Until it came to the base of a massive hill. There was a road going up the hill, but it had a large iron gate with gold trimmings. There were two walkways on either side of the gate, with palace guards. Soldiers that wore black and white uniforms, with a gold plumed czapka. Liline exited the cab and nodded to the driver in thanks. Sephus noticed that the guards were letting people through the gates after checking them, but it was a long climb from there. One would have to follow a winding and twisting road all the way to the top. But at the top... Sephus saw a huge, massive castle. And just barely... he spotted golden domes peaking over the top of the castle. Liline headed for the gates. Stopping to get checked, and then heading up the stairs. “Hope you’re ready for a bit of a climb.”
The Taurus general grunted as he entered in behind the Measctha into the command center. He was also covered in dust and dirt, as well as some blood that had already dried into his uniform, marking it eternally. He wasn't as elated as the Lord, remaining rather stern, but he was a bit pleased with their progress, "A few dozen, I wasn't counting. Neither were the Watrike, so I suppose we'll never know. Still, the mission was done, and the rebels felt many losses. We had little ourselves, thankfully. Though I suppose the Ialao were expecting simple Beziman riding in, rather than Watrike and one crazily bold Measctha, so we had that advantage."
The Omnipo forces, while disoriented by the sudden and deadly counter-attack, fought back fiercely. They were rather desperate at this point as Tamour suspected, and so they fought with the ferocity of cornered beasts. Turning their automatic weapons to the flanks while the main forces pressed forward, disregarding a deal of safety in an attempted to rush into the Hydralisks and Ravagers. Still, regardless of their fighting spirit, the true heart of their army was struggling. While an OMNI Cyclops was capable of anti-air, it was meant to shoot down more simple craft like bombers and fighters, and at most gunships. But Dragons were a whole different beast. More maneuverable in the air, with a massive amount of firepower being unleashed from their armor as they circled the Mech. Admiral Tamour was certainly not lying about the power of his Combat Drakes, as it was not long before the Mech started to lose balance, its shield generator already destroyed. It simply fought on desperately, losing effectiveness with every moment as another shell tore out a chunk of its armored hide.
Mierl was, in truth, also very happy to see how well Yajana's family was adapting and joining in. For a few different reasons. First, they of course learned that Excave was willing to cooperate with them and trust them, proving that the offer for a new life was genuine. Secondly, they would forge bonds in the fighting as they fought alongside Excave troops, which would help them to open up more. Finally, this battle would have proved to them all there were dangers out there, like Omnipo, they were not able to face alone, and this battle showed them that Excave could help fill in the gaps of their abilities, further encouraging cooperation, which rapped back around to the first benefit. A good cycle, to whom the only one he worried about was Sieg. The others seemed fine now. Mierl smiled back to Yajana and nodded, "I promise not to die. That would be a poor action to take when the battle is almost won. I'll come and join you when it's over." With that, he waved her off, and then moved back to the front in order to check up on the other Broodmothers.
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Rovin exited the shop with her, having taken his Grand Hunt helmet off as he wasn't currently worried about being recognized, instead just keeping it in his hands. This did mean however that Piper could see he got a bit red in the face at her teasing, which was landing, but he kept his cool voice, "Perhaps I do, don't knock a man for what he likes. We all got our preferences. As for this hypothetical pair of mercenaries that you, not I, are proposing, a close friendship ain't bad, right? Get to know one another, and so on. Nothing else to be worried of." He wasn't doing a very good job that backpedaling.
The Cyboar Official spoke back, tone unchanged, "Interference with Cyboar operations is posturing in itself. You shall cease and explain the purpose of the probe, and if a satisfactory answer is provided than Cyboar will depart. It is not difficult unless you make it such." The Cyboar Cruisers were subtly preparing themselves, expecting belligerence.
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As vision dulled and became unusable, the Cyboar Units swapped to motion sensors built into them, enhanced senses for hearing, magical senses, and of course sheer martial instinct from prior combat experience amped up by the metal knowledge within them. They had plenty to work with in order to sense the coming attacks. The Marine was lucky to be what he was, as a normal man would not have lasted. But the Marine was Cyboar, and as soon as the vorpal blades started coming, he launched off the ground, into the air to dodge the attack and shoot a volley of plasma fire back at the source, though lacking knowledge of what it was, just aiming for the origin point. The other Marines similarly unleashed their firepower upon the source as well in synch, to give a great deal of weight to the attack. As for the Champion, this was the situation they were built for, as Cyboar's melee expert, and he cleaned evaded to the side, relying on the power of their armor and sheer strength to tank the gale-force wind that burst out. So, as it took some damage from the wind, the Champion lunged back from its evasion to strike the attacker with a prepared power fist.
The lord’s disposition weakened a little, “what, you don’t take me for a beziman? I’ll have you know bezimen includes Fatimazda, humans, creach, and measctha.” The lord stepped away and removed his tin of snuff once more. But now, the real work would begin... the actual work to free Free Forest. The advisors were divvied up, and dispatched to various command staffs. Chelmsby directed operations for a little while before returning to Heord with Hurlocke, and O’Donoghue. Most of the advisors would leave with Chelmsby.
Field Marshal Marlborough-John, along with Leftenant General Roberts made up the top of the particular command staff of the Mobile Fortress at Wide Field Bluff. One advisor from Iammelon was dispatched to this camp, to serve as another member of the command staff alongside all the regulars. It would be dinner that night where the advisor would meet everyone. From the Field Marshal himself, all the way down to the Colonel-Commandant. As the advisor entered the room and took their seat, all the officers lightly pounded the table with open palms. The field marshal raising their glass. “Welcome, welcome. Please, before you sit, would you grace us with a name?”
"We should probably settle in..."
Ishben would refocus on Chrysanthemum, looking back up at her with a nod.
'RECYCLING COMMANDS. EXECUTING OVERRIDE.' The transmission overloaded itself briefly, flooding the channel with what might've been a normally painful whitenoise before the volume lowered. 'This is Pointbreak Controller. All units suffer from runtime error number seven-eight-six. Last standing orders from creators were to 'CEASE' before creators became unable to speak. R Error 786 causes this to loop within all units."
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While Cyboar's Marines hit...something, it didn't seem to be flesh or metal, moreso a...barrier? The attacks suddenly doubled back at them in force, sending a shockwave specifically towards the marines. The lights flickered for a split second, allowing the Champion a glimpse of a massive metal creature with a blade easily the length and size of three normal sized humans. Its helmet had blue eyes socketed into it, and the unnatural darkness began to fade as the facility seemingly regained itself. Massive orbs dominated the side of the thing's neck, and its blade glew with electric power as it moved to the side. Its strength was certainly something, as it moved to the side from the power fist, bringing its blade down with another gale-force swipe to sever the hand of the Champion.
The Marines would see their attacker, a hooded, metal-masked variant of the same thing, though much smaller. Its optical sensors finally adjusted before it extended a hand out, and it became clear. This...thing, both of them were ancient. Centuries of age, perhaps more, had gifted specifically one of them with a soul, or it was outside influenced. A stenciling was visible on their side, simply saying 'KARI AH.' As it extended its hand forth, it aimed to begin manipulating one of the Marines via their metal and cybernetics, aiming to crush the implants in their skull it analyzed.
"KARI facility online. Power restored. Intruders detected. Normal security droids have been destroyed. Last visitors from TWO hours ago did not attempt this. Warforged constructs have been activated. Enemy designation: Cyborg. Activating orbital defense system, all blast doors sealing. Initiating quantum strangling."
From the moon, from ancient, unmoved rock, something stirred. Large guns shot outwards, pointing up to the Cyboar fleet and.....they did nothing. They simply pointed at Cyboar's fleet, but did nothing. They were functioning fine according to scans, and were simply pointing a rather minute, harmless laser at the fleet's heavier ships. As this happened, the asteroids seemed to change course as they did so, seemingly drawn towards the ships. Soon enough these asteroids seemed to disperse into multitudes of Vok fighters as they activated their power sheaths, aiming to slam into a Cyboar destroyer like a swarm of hornets, moving out through the other side if at all possible. Vok kamikaze fighters, as they were known.
Gauss responded well to this, the cockpit pushing back into the Frame as its control frame let up. Almost immediately, it seemed to fine tune itself to Helka's very body and mind. The Arcalite would begin to let off her blue electricity, before her mind briefly snapped to nothing, before feeling perfectly in sync. She now had full control of Gauss, the last Arcalite frame that would ever be made after Seraph and Vindicator.
Vindicator however transmitted to Helka. "Commander? How're you feeling? Some people find it a bit rough first linking up."
The whitenoise was simply filtered out by the Cyboar, who simply patiently waited until a proper voice returned, upon which they simply calmly continued, "Understood. The inferiority of pure mechanicals, errors exist, or can be implanted within them. Regardless, identify yourself Pointbreak Controller, and explain. This Unit is not enjoying the cryptics."
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The Marines, with unnatural skill granted to them, adapted to the situation on the dime, once more moving to evade. Jumping up or to the side, they were rather agile, and with their systems they responded to the new attack now by coordinating a varied assault. One marine tossed an EMP grenade, the second an ion grenade, the third a plasma grenade, and the rest fired off soon after. This was all done to test the barrier, as well as attempt to quickly disable it and then remove the source in an instant. They didn't know how tough the hooded thing was, and so were aiming to simply overwhelm it all at once. As for the attempted manipulation, nothing happened. Its attempt simply failed as it would encounter deep Cyboar safeguards built into their design, which resisted manipulation practically entirely and had in-depth scans simply bounce off. The thing was encountering the same defense that had blocked many similar attempts in the past.
The Champion meanwhile, with its own battle, continued to show its skill in melee combat. With its own attack avoided and countered, it had to go on the defensive for the time being, quickly drawing its hand back as it threw itself back by launching off the ground. To try and get a better sense of its foe, while flying back it pointed its palm at the Warforged in mid-air, firing off a burst of plasma blasts from the implants built into its hand.
Up in space, the orbiting Cyboar Fleet reacted instantly to the swarm, thanks to their very much improved reaction times and coordination skills. Cyboar Fighters were launched in time to try and intercept the enemy fighters, to take down as many as they could. The Cruisers meanwhile pumped power into their weapons and fire them like flak to destroy the swarms. The Shields of the Cyboar ships were rather special in how they worked, as they were controlled centrally from one Cyboar individual jacked into the system of the ships, with the shield quickly and rapidly focusing itself to exactly the impact point at any single time, to greatly reduce the amount of damage without putting too much energy into the shields. This wasn't as relevant given the amount of foes, and so they couldn't ever focus on one point as would be preferred, but it would still be helpful unless every section of the ship was being targeted at once.
Mierl was fine to bring the pups with him, but thankfully they weren't going to have to do much. For, as the Watrike was returning to the frontlines, the deathblow to Omnipo's hopes was dealt. The Cyclops, struggling to respond to the circling Combat Drakes, was losing its footing. Admiral Tamour dealt the death blow himself by suddenly swooping down and slamming a powered up tail into its left leg, sending the mechanical limb flying. This left the poor mech to simply fall to the ground, balance completely lost, and it exploded soon after this fatal fall, destroying it. The flames of the burning mech also incinerated any hope the Omnipo forces had of gaining a favorable hand in the fighting, one by one sections of their lines and isolated pockets began to throw down their arms and surrender. Admiral Tamour ordered they all to be taken in, and treated well. They were Iammelonians, even if they were on the wrong side, and so they would be treated with dignity so long as they cooperated. Excave forces were sent to collect the surrendering soldiers bit by bit, with the zerg tasked to keep an eye on them, as well as remove any who were simply suicidally stubborn. The battle was won, with the Admiral going to collect the severed leg so he could keep it as a trophy. After all, he was still a Dragon.
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Rovin's face still stayed a bit red, given how well he had just been read, but his smile grew at the confirmation. He was somewhat amused by her eyeing him up as well, "Good to know I hit the mark, this would have been a poor time to strike out after all. And always right. Gotta be careful in our line of work after all. What details were you thinking on that front, Piper?" As he spoke the question, they were drawing closer to the Thorax Incorporated shipyards. These land based operations were quite impressive, with facilities in place for massive ships to be constructed and repaired in. Right now, one very large ship was here unloading its cargo. That was the Surplus-Class Super Freighter, the biggest class of ship Thorax produced, meant to carry their own products and parts in mass bulk. Popular targets for pirates, and so often required a great deal of protection, but were very good at their job when kept safe. That was the ship they were going to try and hitch a ride on.
The adviser who had stuck behind and was allowed to be with the camp was a grizzled, older Anubite. Still, despite his age, he carried himself quite well, and showed his experience in his walk and speech, "I am Lord Xeuofiar, of the Anubite Empire. But, as I was inducted into the Union Army, my proper title of address is Major Xeuofiar of Iammelon." With that, he sat himself down, and went silent to allow the Field Marshal to continue as she wished.
"Commencing identification." The probe suddenly displayed the hologram of a massive superstructure. The station itself easily dwarfed the research station, with a multitude of strange ships and broken wrecks near it. "Pointbreak Station. I am it. Your disdain for synthetic personnel is noted. Cessation of hostilities is reccomended. This station is equipped to plainly defend itself if it or its units are attacked."
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The Caller model once more bounced the grenades back at the Marines, before it lowered its hand and moved its two foremost fingers on its left hand in a circle twice, then the opposite on its right hand. Then it simply waited and conserved its next action, as the larger model, Stormhammer, simply took the shot in stride before swinging towards the Marines who seemed to be distracted. The blade itself glew as one of the orbs on its neck did, bursting green.
A wind of acidic gale-force winds once more came out, aiming to bathe the Marines in it as the blade came to cleave some of them in half. With its free hand, it moved to grab one of the Marines by the head and lift it up, aiming to slam him onto another marine. Now the Caller acted, creating a protective barrier around the Marine if he was successfully being used as a weapon, aiming to make him quite an effective mace, while keeping the Marine relatively alive.
The suicide craft were a large amount of drone craft. They comprised 2 of the Asteroids, aiming to simply overwhelm Cyboar's shields and expend themselves quickly. Now the base's orbital defenses took their turn, one of the astroids that had a similar signature turned towards a destroyer. Its form slowly shifted before a powerful tractor beam aimed to take in the command ship, slowly but surely. The asteroid itself was quite well defended, and its only attack seemed to be a tractor beam and a beam that reversed the effect. Not immensely dangerous, but perhaps annoying?
The facility briefly flcikered as it attempted this 'quantum strangling,' a MASSIVE power burst shaking the facility before it rebooted itself. "Quantum strangling ineffective. Deployment authorized." At this, a massive golem made its way from deeper in the facility, stomping along to stand in the back.
As they would Continue to Traverse throughout the ship, they would come across a Heavily Armored Door, beyond this door the Screaming could be heard the Loudest even being able to be heard directly throughout the door and Walls, while being Muffled it was still Prevalent, and as a result The Colonel would seem to wait outside, listening to him speak, before Promptly responding immediately afterwards, doing so all the while seeming to hold his head as the screaming from the creature on the other side would seem to annoy him, and to an extent make him aggravated;
"Well... I get you Understand them.. I need you Calm this "Thing" down, and get whatever Information you can from it, and maybe even if your able... Get that thing to stop killing my men, Cleaning out that room is hard enough, and I think it's attempting to lay a Nest... Just.. get in there, before I have to actually go in there myself, you'll get a Suit and.. My guys Monitoring the situation will be Prepared to keep the thing contained if it attempts to harm you"
As Varistium would finish speaking he would seem to Open the door for him, seemingly by inputting a code, and as the door would open it would seem to reveal a type of Buffer zone, and before him was not only sets of Densely Compact Suits, but also a window looking into the other side of what had laid before him, from what he could see the room on the other side would be completely darkened, either on purpose or by Design, however it would seem that the moment he entered the room the, Screaming would stop.
Almost as if Acknowledging his presence or seeming to watch him from within the darkness
Multohula would be somehow closer to the crucifix again as if being attracted to it for some reason, she is slowly extending her arm toward it to touch it unknownst to her why. "Multohula no!" Yosgel would attempt to stop her from pulling her away from it. "What the hell are you doing?" She looked confused. "I-i dont know." She looks at her hands as if something is enticing her to touch or investigate further the crucifix. More rumbling can be heard from the previous cavern. "Hot damn looks like its getting rough over there, should we? or.." Yosgel asked, "Look trust me on this, if something happens to me from this crucifix just kill me or something, i have long completed my act of penance on this world." Multohula seems determined to know whats with the crucifix. He looks visibly worried but since she is the expert here, he lets her do her thing. "Ill stand guard." Yosgel seems to be in a fighting stance in case anything happens.
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Adygea would push away two of his subordinates into the antechamber behind him sending them rolling to where Yosgel and Multohula are. Adygea would activate its arm braces for protection as he covers his face in an attempt to block the scythe coming to ward him. "You shouldn't be playing with sharp objects mister."
Chrysanthemum made sure to help everyone get settled in, but eventually she pulled Ishben over. She had pulled him to a private bit of the apartment, somewhere Ninfua and Valyn wouldn't easily find them. "I... just wanted to make this quick, sir... but I wanted to ask if perhaps you would like to... share a bed with me... tonight?" The fourteen foot tall Fatimazda turned her feet shyly inward.
The robot eventually vanished into the horizon. Leaving the three alone there, on a grassy lea. Jazmin fell on her butt, and sat there in the grass. Looking out as the sun began descending from afternoon into evening. "i... I just want to go home... I feel like this is all my fault... like some moon forsaken event lead me to forcing you good people... right into all of this..." She sighed. As if to add to the dramatic irony of this story, the moon began cresting on the opposite horizon. A blood moon, or at least it seemed to be. Deep red and lowly gloaming.
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Liline smiled and pointed to the castle. "You wanted to see the biggest landmark, right? Well, that's the biggest landmark on Bezembay. But they don't let peasants like us drive up there. So we gotta walk past the gates, up the hill, and to the palace courtyard. We can walk a little bit around the palace, but nowhere closer than the driveway unfortunately. But, still thought I'd show you." She smiled as she headed for the guards at the gate. The guard eyed her, and since she was not carrying a bag, he allowed her to pass through. Sephus would be searched more thorougly. Being given a nice patdown by the soldiers there. Once they were through, Sephus saw Liline already heading up the stone staircase to the top. She wasn't running, as it might seem suspicious... for people to start running towards the home of the monarch... especially if they were home, which was a possibility. Besides, there were literally hundreds of guards around him at this point. Lining the stone stairs to the palace, watching all who passed by.
Before he could sit, the Colonel-on-the-staff approached him with a large silver goblet. The field marshal spoke up, with a joyful tone. "Ah-ah! Before you sit, my noble friend. You must first partake of the stranger's cup. It's obviously been filled with all the spoiled wine we accumulate here, as I'm sure you can smell. This is a little tradition us officers have. You have to finish the cup in one sip, and if you do we all buy your liquor for a year. But if you can't finish the goblet in one cup you have to buy each of us a crate of claret." The whole table chuckled. Being an anubite, Xeuofiar knew this challenge well... a Bezi gentleman's game.
Multohula's hand felt cold the closer it came to the crucifix, like she was holding ice with her bare hand. And by the time she actually grabbed the crucifix, her hand had gotten freezer burns all over it. The moment she touched the crucifix, the rumblings above seemed to stop... The Creature appeared behind Yosgel, and within a moment, knocked him unconscious with the back of his clawed hand. Multohula was... stuck almost. Her hand refused to leave the crucifix and the skeleton attached to it. The creature looked embarrassed. His pale grey skin flustered, his claws hanging sheepishly at his side. It brushed its cape aside and bent down to meet Multohula at eye level. Leaning towards her. "You... choose to comfort my bones. Why?" She could see the finer details of his face. It was young, but grey like a corpse. No rot or anything, but a ghastly skin color nonetheless. A neatly arranged row of pointed teeth. A slim and thin nose, sunken cheeks, defined cheekbones, black hair, deer like ears and antlers. A monocle hanging over his right eye. But he did not appear monstrous in this moment... more... human like. And the longer she held her hand on the bones, his pale skin turned more skin toned. It was subtle, but happening. "only three of your comrades survive survive on the floor above." The voice was... familiar. As if it had been heard in a certain corner of curios in a certain pub somewhere...
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As the creature readied to swing its blade at Adygea, it paused. Grimacing, it threw its scythe at Adygea. Before just... sinking into its cape. The cape dissolving into shreds of paper, then falling to the floor where they all vanished into the shadows. As Adygea and his men tried to reach Multohula and Yosgel, they found the path blocked by strong boulders in their way.
Yosgel would notice someone beside him but he would be too slow and ends up unconscious on the ground, Multohula would turn around with her hand somehow stuck on the bones that she was only going to touch for a few seconds. Multohula would be rather still angry at him for killing their subordinates but seeing whats happening right now and her situation currently she has to go through the diplomatic route. Her flustered reaction would give him a strange look. "E-Excuse me?! Comfort your bones?" She would look at the crucifix once again and back to him, now with a much calmer tone of voice. "I-I dont know... Uhh.." With him somehow metamorphosing into a much human form she somewhat felt safe and rather comfortable around him. She cant help but look in her vault of memories to see why his voice somehow sounded familiar, unless he is simply playing mind tricks on her to gain her trust.
Gauss was perfectly balanced, at least as perfect as both human and AI could make it. Much like a Legionnaire's armor, it acted like a second skin. Vindicator took a few moments. "Your Frame is unique in the sense it is both spacefaring and aquatically enabled. Its wings can boost it up to a significant speed, a bit faster than a Sentinel Starfighter. Its fingers are Harkens, or a sort of harpoon that can pierce most material, also made of arcalite. Your palms double as forms of blasters, and well, you have your speed. Finally, you have standard landspinners for fast ground movement if you ever want to use them."
The mercs generally...just kept to themselves during this shore leave, particularly the Vok.
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