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"It's...uh...average, I guess? Is that a problem? Should I change it?"
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Echo released Vara's hand and tried to push Moonglow off while also trying to defend Moonglow and the pups from Vara and the soldier.
Vara was in shock for several moments before deciding to resort to what could be considered a contingency plan. As Jonathan Blinds had once done, long ago, Vara psychically commanded Echo to calm down.
Echo suddenly stopped struggling and lay down shyly.
Vara began to wonder if perhaps these strange instances of unintentionally reading the minds around her was something to worry about, perhaps an unintended issue from the clash of psyform and succubus physiology.
******
Eveline gasped.
"What!? No, I wouldn't want to do that to you!"
******
The Royal Emperor nodded.
"Servant, I suppose, though perhaps the title does not quite fit."
He finished his meal and stood as well.
"Shall we go for a walk through the gardens?"
******
That certainly earned him some points in Carmelia's mind. She turned to Byron and Kelsee to ask about the man.
"Hey, who is that?"
She pointed at the scarred man going to take watch.
*******
Lord Talide chuckled.
"It could be called that, yes."
Eastrid noticed this and began assembling the materials to start a fire.
(we'll wait for Kansas?)
(Yep.)
Corali detected the concern in his voice and gave a forced smile as she continued eating.
The information that was delivered to them via through the insectoid probes gave the officials three separate issues on their hands which they'll have to deal with. The first and most important is the recovery of a important trinket that were likely seen on the necks of the people these individuals gracefully buried, the shared sentiment on that matter wasn't lost on them. The officials decided it would be best to wait for them to move along away from the impromptu burial site so that further incident may be avoided. The second issue to be resolved is the matter revolving around who exactly are these individuals and where they dropped from. In spite of Galliadurm not being one of the many nations who've gone on to extend their reach into space, this country's officials are quite informed on the matters concerning cosmic travel. A traditional path they've long since rejected.
The third and finally issue, as far as this situation is concerned, is to ensure that the quarantine zone is not encroached upon by the armed individuals who are searching for their pods. The first attempt to do this without stirring up problems will be the officials using the aforementioned probes as guiders who will lead them to their pods. An adequate amount of probes gathered in specific places around the site to form simplistic arrows. They were pointing in the general direction of these probes and appeared in their line of sight.
Connie smiles. "Sounds great to me."
"Yep! How's Blue?" Kiki asks, as she glances at her daughter who is still entranced with Darcy's simple game.
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Carissa nods. "That seems like a good idea. If we can talk to her... that might help."
Tyramon Kenji pets Corali, taking a few bites of his pancakes as well. (Were they going to go out somewhere or have something happen with Eastrid and the spellweaver??)
"You aren't." Thomas said firmly.
Kyra laughed. "Ack- don't drop me-" She said holding on for dear life.
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"They were real to some of us!"
Thomas sighed.
Kyra looked at him. "Thanks."
Lillian blushed. "Sure. Its the Battlemaster." She deflected. "Not that its impossible for me to make connections on the job."
The Mongolyn were forced to move slower to protect the caravans more.
*********
In a lab, a pseudo-human body lay flat on a table. It had salt and pepper gray hair, and bore a striking resemblance to dead person of notable importance.
"Let the body settle, then upload the conscience."
On their transit, one soldier approached Mandrat as she drove.
"So...all that stuff you said about...celestials and mischief...is that true? I mean...sure I can't exactly not...not believe you, but...well...it seems a bit too good to be true."
"What?"
"Just some random, slightly eccentric individual coming out of nowhere, eating napalm like it's nothing, and just shrugging and moving on...it's...it doesn't...I dunno, I just find it hard to believe some random person of power would suddenly decide to be on our side."
*****
A group of six rangers, three pairs, moved in the direction. They moved at night, rested in hidden places by day, and all in all tried to slip through the lines of the Banderviss to find and kill this necromancer, whom posed a very real threat; no matter what battle was fought, the enemy would always gain more troops in the form of the dead.
"Nope, just need enough to take a small sample."
Tabitha quickly disinfected a syringe before walking over to Ameli with a small glass slide.
"I'm going to prick your finger to get some blood, ok? Just enough to put on this slide." She explained with a smile. Ameli could see that Tabitha was very excited, excited about finding out something new and practically vibrating with anticipation.
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The soldier, however, looked to Vara.
"Wha..."
He paused then looked to Vara, and then to the now pacated Echo.
"You're a psycaster aren't you?" He said.
"What?"
"You know? A psionic, a Psyker...we've got plenty of names and havent decided on one yet, but you can do...cool stuff with your mind, yeah? Thats how you sat that...thing-" he pointed to Echo, who was very, very calm, "-down. You spoke to him."
Moonglow looked thankfully at Vara as she released Echo and moved to tend to her pups.
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"Oh come on, I'm willin' to take the risk." She gave Eveline a mischevious smirk. "Are ya willin'?"
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Nelly smiled and finished up herself before extending her hand to the Royal Emperor.
"We shall, lead the way, My Emperor."
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"Oh him? That'd be Kell...don't let his scarred look set you off, he's quite nice actually, real stand up sorta guy...bit lonely but hey, if you're carrying that weight around no wonder."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Kell's one of our warriors, one of our strongest, actually...one day we were facing down an Aerlanican Warband...started ripping us to shreds, saying we were on some base of theirs...Kell held most of the line that day but...well...he lost a lot of his friends."
Byron took on a somber tone.
"Them scars are worse on his chest and most his internal organs are plant-based replacements after he got smashed...but a lot more of us would be dead if it wasn't for him."
Carmellia looked to Kell, well, where he walked off to, then to Byron.
"Why is he alone then?"
"He's...always been a bit distant after that day...we've said we'd let him grieve but...I dunno...I think he likes the solitude." Kelsee murmured.
"Who's this?" one other druids asked, one of the older ones.
"Kell."
"Oh yeah, he's a good lad he is." He said definitively, he turned to Carmellia. "Why? Interested in how he got the scars?"
******
Princess Kressidia let out a little nod.
"With power like that, she must be worth a small fortune every year to employ."
******
North South North West Kansas
Both Kenji and Corali would hear the flick of flint and steel, as Eastrid apparently was trying to start a fire on the stove to cook a steak she had found in the fridge. She did not know how to turn on the stove, and instead was simply doing it her way.
Connie and Tsarina would join up with the rest of the trope, as Harold smiled.
"She's happy as ever, we've taken sufficiently good care of her, your majesty." Harold said politely, giving a deferential nod to Kiki.
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"I hope you know a way of going about that." Harold said, well, hopefully.
The appearance of several of these arrows startled the crash survivors, and for a time they refused to follow them, most likely out of fear and suspicion, before a significant portion retreated back into the ship
For a moment, the Galliadurm officials feared that they had inadvertedly scared the ships crew away from finding the pods, leaving the individuals who were from these pods to wander aimlessly and without rhyme or reason. However the reemergence of the sailors, now accompanied by several armed vehicles in varying states of damage, abated their concerns as the strangers assembled various larger task forces, most likely to follow these arrows to battles that were not there.
Soon, the strangers fielded their own drones; they were much larger than the Galliadurm drones, and purely metallic and mechanical, taking the form of quadrocopters. They followed the arrows to the various pod landing sites, and then continued their search around the place, threatening to breach the quarantine zone. The troops, with the threat of battle gone, sent out parties to gather their disparate people and bring them back to the ship, who's crater slowly began to grow more populated with structures both makeshift and prefabricated.
After the individuals from the pods were gathered and returned to the ANV Perseverence, the grave site was left unattended, however various symbols were present to mark the graves.
The Aerlanics pressed this, never giving the Mongolyn respite, as the Hartian riders conducted lightning fast raids on the various war bands; they would launch a series of sudden strikes against various small contingents of Mongolyn when they were camping, often drawing a few of them into a chase before luring them into an ambush set by Rangers and Aerlanic archers.
The Aerlanic-Hartians also continued to elude the Mongolyn who only ever managed to find small scouting parties and the Hartian horsemen, who used their tricks against them.
** *** **
As Lillian planned yet another Hartian raid, a ranger walked in.
"Commander-"
"Lillian." The woman in question stressed again, not looking up from her documents.
"Lillian...Tavish and Fendir have returned, they have intel regarding the Banderviss invasion plans."
A TV on the bus flickered in the back, in low quality video was Mandrat without her fedora, hair down instead of in a pony tucked into the hat, with a black suit instead of pink. "Thanks Mandrat on that chaos weather report. Now we have with us noted chaos theory export, Mandrat, to talk about Mandrat. She's been described as a...something something whatever...."
"Oh ho ho." Laughed another Mandrat on the screen, now in a tweed jacket and spectacles. "The Mandrat is VERY eccentric, may I correct you." The Mandrat with a tweed jacket had taken out a megaphone which popped out of the TV, turning it on to emphasize the very. Surprisingly, this did not wake up Snow's pup. "She's on everyone's side!"
The driving Mandrat adjusted her bus driving cap, saying, "Yep! I sure am a wholesome country goddess from Oateria!"
"The Mandrat is also extremely venomous and a bite can cause immediate death. Stay far away from it as possible."
"Wait, venomous bite? I didn't know I could do that...Hold on, let me check my manual."
She opened up the glove compartment and a paper brochure doubled its pages rapidly until the whole bus was filled with them.
"Let's see...Warranty, 'taking care of this celestial', ooh-this one's about romancing me. Why, thank you manual, but I'm not that interested in a relationship with an inanimate object. Plus, I'm married to the job. Although some companionship would be nice to look for back home-"
The bus was now stirring back and forth due to the steering wheel being free-flying, although not dangerously.
"WILL YOU JUST LOOK AT THE ROAD?"
"Oh, right! Silly me! The breaks! I knew I forgot to summon something on the bus..."
"THERE'S NO BREAKS?!" All the Aerlanicans screamed in unison.
"Of course there's breaks! Jeez, folks, can't you cut me a little slack?" A gag drumline was heard immediately after, to the groans of the rebels.
Mandrat quickly folded the manual and slowly pressed the breaks a bit to make a turn towards their destination.
"Hey, be happy, I'm giving you chaos earlier than planned!"
********
As they set out into the long voyage towards the Banderviss capital, a small squadron of Oatserians and a couple Aerlanican rangers were in a small village of Kujesk, when they saw the walking army of the dead hurtling towards them.
In the end, everything worked out well for the most part. These foreigners were able to retrieve their pods and proceed with establishing some sort of foothold in that part of town without much incident. Therefore, the probes that were there to provide direction to their destinations began to decrease in number, the few who remained returning to where they were prior to continue with their silent observations. A collective sigh of relief is given around that time then, glad they are these foreigners did not make the mistake to venture past the quarantine zone. It would've been a formal disasters for both parties involved. Why? As with everything else who has attempted to breach the zone for whatever reason, these foreigners would've been devoured by the anomalous warp that continues to expand throughout that part of Itaial at a snail's pace. As for us? We would've likely been blamed for that, even if there were attempts to lead them away from it. As was the case when the insectoid probes gathered before them to form an X ahead of them.
However with that out of the way for the moment, it was time to fulfill the first objective; retrieving the little trinkets around the necks of the bodies the foreigners buried. Instead of deploying the usual agent to go about this task, armed individuals showing up out of no where surely would've struck ire considering the fleeting tensions that are already there, distortions smaller in size compared to the ones responsible for quelling the earlier fire appeared before the impromptu burial site. Pseudopod-esque tendrils, no larger than a lion's tail, extended from the distorted space. Wasting little time with retrieving the aforementioned trinkets without so much as disturbing the dirt filling the graves. Nor the bodies within. Phasing came in handy.
The important trinkets that were then pulled into the distorted spaces by the tendrils happens to be small - relative to the sizes of each body's neck - augmented reality wafer devices. Like the probes, these trinkets weren't metallic in nature. They looked to be made "purely" from clay while also carrying the air of significant technical progression. Had they been made of metal, one wouldn't be able to distinguish them from the Focus worn by Aloy in those lovely games.
The "trinkets" in question, taken from the necks of the fallen strangers, appeared to be roughtly Semicircular in nature, with evidence that a second semi-circle portion of the trinket was broken off. It was hung around their neck. They posessed three pieces of information.
- There was an Initial, then a name, followed shortly by three letters and then an eight digit number. For the humans, the letters were "AER", for the Lizard-folk it was "LAZ", while the caprine humanoids were assigned "SHA".
- Letters assembled in the form of "Blood Type:" followed by A, AB, B, O and either a "+" or a "-" symbol.
- The letters: "NAVY".
It appeared these were identification tags for the sailors who had met their end. However, they were only recovered from the sailors; from the civilians, all they managed to gather was the occasional necklace.
The sailors and the civilians under their care began setting up a camp and securing their foothold on their crash site. They dug holes in which their troops now sat, somewhat concealed, as well as the beginnings of simple trench systems. Scrap metal and wood scavenged from the blasted trees was also used to suppliment their cover, while arms were distributed to male and female volunteers within their number.
When the dark of night came, most their number rested, however when dawn first broke, the troops almost immediately began organising, before they set out once more in various parties, most likely to survey their area. Upon seeing the drones, they called out to them, seemingly believing they were something that could listen to them.
The Aerlanicans are thoroughly terrified and after unsuccessfully trying to wrest control of the vehicle from Mandrat, resign to their seats with a sigh. One bemoans that they're all going to die, while the other claims they feel like they're within a damn cartoon.
A third, specifically a female, asks to see the advice on romancing Mandrat, but is promptly shut down by the others.
Snow is, more or less, annoyed.
Soon they leave the valleys and enter a rolling expanse of forests and foothills, as well as a large amount of moorlands. Here, Mandrat is to turn south east.
*******
The Rangers hastily melt away into the wilderness, taking the Oatserian troops with them; zombies were no joke, and the rangers were not about to fight them in a pitched battle.
Mandrat does turn towards the direction, looking around for the nearest sign of civilization.
********
As the rangers entered further into the trek to Banderviss, they saw Bander towns being attacked by the zombies, then becoming them.
Bandervai was turning their own citizens into weapons of war. Every few hours a purple wave ran over the ground, and the killed arose with one linked mind, controlling thousands.
News soon came from Feltov: Tashis had been reclaimed, mainly with the help of Tavis and Fendir, as well as Captain Eljad Vaelic (who was rapidly rising in military rank), and a counter-attack was planned on Feltov, but Oatserian soldiers are watching over the walls to check for the dead.
(My mistake, I'll clarify this. What was taken was the Perädu Torqs from Itaial's deceased citizens, the bodies of the dead(?) refugees weren't touched. o-o)
On the other side of things, as the night passed on into the morning, the fields generated by the S.P.H.F.Ss were gradually reclining back into the buildings now that the danger brought on by the vessel's crash has died down. At least, the first hazards which were seemingly avoided; the vessel crashed a fair way into the edges of the forest bordering Geamiot. Crashing there caused an insignificant amount of damage compared to the damaged caused had that vessel ended up in the middle of the dergua instead. Unless the S.P.H.F.S activated itself on time, that is.
With caution, the people within Geamiot began carrying out their morning business as usual. All while making sure they strayed not towards the area where the crash occured. Less they invite danger upon themselves. That means most of the early joggers who preferred jogging through the forest had to move along a different route, and with the rest of the citizens being informed and kept up to date on the matter at hand via through the news. Among other specific actions that were taken around that time.
Now back to the probes. As some of them began calling out and speaking in their native tongue, their words were appearing out of thin air in an organised fashion next to the probes in Gallianese text. They were being translated in real time by those who are listening. New language man, they aren't going to miss out on the opportunity to archive new tongue. This lasted all while they spoke, of course. And once it looked like they were finished, a response came in their own tongue: "Good morning.~"
Macy sighs softly. "Well I feel like I am."
"I'm trying," Kira laughs, awkwardly trying to hold on to her wife as she makes her way through the door and outside to the car. She manages to get the car open and drops Kyra as gently as possible into her seat.
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"Yeah, so real they left me for you."
Michael leans into him, seemingly tired.
Jax nods, taking a long swig from his flask.
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Kenji comes into the kitchen and gently places a hand on Eastrid's arm. "Hey, hey, careful with that! You'll burn the whole place down. Here..." He takes the flint and steel from her and shows her how to turn on the stove.
Kiki smiles as Connie and Tsarina come through the waterfall and swim across the lake to join up with the rest of the group. "That's good. She seems happy, I think she likes you."
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Carissa shrugs. "I'm not sure. I get the feeling we should go to the capital."
(oh! All good, I'd say you'd be able to get the identification tags as well though.)
The small patrol of sailors watching their campsite looked startled, and raised their rifles. The leader, one of the Humans, held up his hand and stepped forward. He appeared to have a few more designs on his attire, especially around the shoulder pads.
It should be due time to mention the attire of these combat troops, most likely marines in the sense that they were nautical combat troops, and not special forces. All of them wore grey fatigues, as well as a sort of curiass that covered the torso, soulder pads or pauldrons to protect their shoulders, as well as two plates attached on hinges that were there to keep the upper thighs safe without hindering mobility. Their shins were also protected by shin guards, as well as their forearms. Various pockets and pouches were attached to the large curiass that covered their torso posessing all manner of material and spare ammunition, while backpacks were also present. An optional jacket was also worn by some, and the humans wore boots; the caprine humanoids, of course, had their hooves, while the scalely nature of the Lizardfolk's feet voided the need for footwear.
The patrol consisted of five troops; one human male and a human female, one caprine male and female, and then a Lizardfolk male; they discovered the males had less, and more muted, colours on their form, while the females had more bright, colorful scales.
The two caprine entities looked to each other and spoke in yet another language, practically causing the linguist officers to drool with delight; what bountiful gift! However, they had to deal with a currently tense and suspicious human, who looked about.
"Hello? Who's there? Come on out!" The soldier checked his rifle briefly before looking to the surrounding foliage. He let out a laugh, half mocking and half nervous. "Very funny, good show with your little insects, now come on out...we've plenty of questions and we don't want things to get rough...ok? There may even be work for you..."
There was plenty of signs of civilisation, namely the lack of it; the same wrecks, the same roads, the same burnt villages. There wasn't much life about. However one of the Aerlanicans explained they were within a region known as Murlanic, alternatively known as the Diamond Moorlands. It lied west of Hartia, and North west of the Aerlanic plains.
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It came to the attention to this now larger band of Oatserians and Rangers, that Malin had to be stopped. Thus, they believed that the next village she attacked, she would be there.
Regretibly, they found the nearest untouched village, and lied in wait just outside of it, ready to pounce as soon as Malin was seen.
Eastrid smiled and nodded, before beginning to cook the steak. After she cooked it up sufficiently, she carved it up a bit and gave it to Corali.
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Harold smiled.
"Well, I try to be amicable...shall we set up camp here? or return to the city?"
"Up to you Kiki, i'm happy either way." William said with a smile, his eye slowly growing less cloudy unbeknownst to him, however Kiki could clearly see the milky void slowly begin to give way to a cloudy blue eye.
Meanwhile, Tsarina sighed and winced as she went through the waterfall.
"There it is again..." Tsarina murmured, "It can't be my period because the tubes were carved out but..." She winced as she clutched her stomach. "I don't trust this waterfall." She told Connie.
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"Then too the capital we go! Let us assemble the team!"
"Team?"
"Yes! Our valliant cohort that will ride forth into the unknown, to save our friends and reclaim our lost friends!"
Tyramon Kenji watches over Eastrid and Corali, waiting to see if Corali does any better with the steak.
Kiki nods, seemingly oblivious to William's eyes. "We should probably head back into town, I'm guessing Zera's probably got us set up with a hotel and everything already."
Connie shakes her head. "I keep getting a weird tingly feeling all over, it's making my nausea go away which is really weird." She looks at Tsarina. "I have heard that this waterfall is supposed to have some kind of healing properties but I have no clue how that would work..."
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Carissa raises a brow, unsure of how to react to Harold's enthusiasm but willing to go along with him nonetheless.
(Will wait for Tyramon)
William gave Kiki a smile.
"Well, we might as well get Blue a warm place to sleep so she doesn't catch a cold, come on let's change, pack up and go."
**
Tsarina raised an eyebrow.
"Well if it's meant to make us feel better it's doing a lousy job." Tsarina said as she clutched her stomach. "You sure it hasn't just given me your nausea?"
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Harold raised an eyebrow due to the lack of verbal response.
"Well come on now! where is your spirit dear Carissa? Come now! We have a nation to save! For Queen and Country!"
(Alrighty. c:)
"Approaching you and your people at this time has been advised against, for the time being at least friend," spoke the center-most insectoid probe who grew closer to the weathered foreigner in order to be heard properly, still though with a decent amount of distance. The probe continues, "We are giving your people adequate time to recover from the crash you all have endured. Assuming the task of repairing that shiny vessel is of higher importance, questions raised by either of us will have to wait. You will have time before you leave."
Spoken with a respectful demeanor without any apparent need to combat this man's authoritative stance in spite of the idle and presumably minor threat that was just given to them. Subtle silence follows their last words, a period which only lasted for a good minute before the probes went on with returning to their behavioral patterns as insects.
Mandrat continued down the long road to Aerlanica City, overhearing the rebels speaking war stories.
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They got into position, but nothing could truly prepare them for this.
Even with the training and discipline of the rangers above, the Oatserian soldiers could not possibly prepare for what they saw: hundreds of zombies, ready to kill and infect. The Oatserians slowly backed away, and signaled to the rangers to start running for it, but a small distance in front of the village was a small little badger. At this time the badger was not respected as much in the land as it would come to be. The dead looked at it for a moment, behind them Malin controlling them confused at why they had stopped, while the zombies were trying to figure out what to do with it.
The badger growled.
Suddenly it leapt at one of the zombies, gnawing into its insides, but going for the limbs first. Malin oversaw this and unleashed the power of the crystal.
The dead man did not rise. Malin looked on with horror.
"LANT LAVA! LANT LAVA!" Screamed one of the soldiers. In common, one of them translated: "THE LIMBS! GET THEIR LIMBS!"
The badger was still rampaging on the corpses, but it was soon joined by arrows from the nearby trees and Oatserian soldiers, filled with absolute power, running towards the dead at full speed, taking out arms and legs with quick swipes. They were making headway towards the dead and towards the Queen of Banderviss, who was now fleeing.
Two Oatserians and one Aerlanic all on horseback chased after them, as the Oatserians and rangers finished off the horde, now with a new furry striped friend.
The chase was on.
This forced the Mongolyn to stop earlier and earlier, to set up camp...until a commander had the idea to start a wildfire. It flared into existence. Soon, they wouldn't be able to ambush.
****
Lillian looked up. "Send them in, and could you ask for the cooks to send us some coffee?"
"You aren't. Its your choice, and he'll grow up well regardless." Thomas assured her.
Kyra laughed. "Nice."
****
"And? So you committed mass genocide because they wouldn't play with you?" Casey growled. "How can you be so selfish, so conceited?"
Thomas just kept holding him.
Kyra took another swig. "Christ." she muttered.
(Coolio ;P)
Kiki nods. "Works for me. It's about bedtime for the kiddos anyways." She looks at Nathan who gives a tired yawn.
Connie laughs softly. "I hope not. I've lived with it for 30 years so I'm used to it by now, but it still kinda sucks."
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Carissa laughs softly, shaking her head. "Alright then, let's do it."
Macy sighs. "I guess so. I just feel like I'm not providing for him the way that I should be."
Kira goes around to the driver's side of the car, pulling out into the road. "Wish I could hold onto you like that forever."
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Gracie scoffs. "Selfish?! I've been alone for more years than I can count, then I make friends and they all leave me behind!" She shakes her head. "I never asked for any of this!" She runs off into the wreckage of the capital city, tears streaming down her face.
Michael falls asleep in Thomas' arms.
"No kidding," Jax rolls his eyes, as he also takes another swig.
(Coolio ;P)
Kiki nods. "Works for me. It's about bedtime for the kiddos anyways." She looks at Nathan who gives a tired yawn.
Connie laughs softly. "I hope not. I've lived with it for 30 years so I'm used to it by now, but it still kinda sucks."
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Carissa laughs softly, shaking her head. "Alright then, let's do it."
Macy sighs. "I guess so. I just feel like I'm not providing for him the way that I should be."
Kira goes around to the driver's side of the car, pulling out into the road. "Wish I could hold onto you like that forever."
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Gracie scoffs. "Selfish?! I've been alone for more years than I can count, then I make friends and they all leave me behind!" She shakes her head. "I never asked for any of this!" She runs off into the wreckage of the capital city, tears streaming down her face.
Michael falls asleep in Thomas' arms.
"No kidding," Jax rolls his eyes, as he also takes another swig.
The soldier took about a good minute before he spoke.
"The Persistence is F%$#ed; the gyroscopes are fried and three of the four reactors are dead; damage control ain't going to do anything to help us and there's no way we can get a shipyard to us."
He sighed.
"Even if the ship was intact...we wouldn't be able to leave the atmosphere unless you've got half a dozen space tugs around, or one of them Anti-grav devices the Roxium has. Right now we're looking for a source of fresh water, something we can use to help us stay alive while we repair our distress beacon."
By the looks of things...Madylin wasn't working with the Tyramonians; she had separated away with a significant portion of her troops and was, like them, waging a guerilla war. The only difference between the Federalists and Madylin's Cohort was that Madylin was very much an Aerlanican Isolationist after having been more-or-less abandoned by Rei Khan, Monsone, Roxium, hell as the government began collapsing around her, and she desperately tried to avoid the Federation from fracturing, no one helped her.
Irrespective, the bitter Madylin was seeking a genocidal war against Tyramon, wanting to wipe them off the face of the earth as a form of twisted catharsis.
******
The Rangers aimed for the heads, and for a time fought with the Oatserians. However, upon seeing Malin, they broke formation and rode off after her, seeking to cut the head from the snake. A flurry of arrows flew towards her as the Rangers on horseback tried to run her down.
The Aerlanics laughed; the wildfire would drive away all the food and scorch the land; there would be no foraging for the Mongolyn to Have.
The Main force of the Mongolyn was given some respite, however soon, further behind their lines, Rangers held up and torched various caravans leading to the Mongolyn, while the Aerlanics still maintained some form of pressure on the Mongolyn.
*******
"At once."
The ranger left, and soon Fendir and Tavish entered.
"Lillian?" Tavish asked.
"Yes?"
Fendir placed down a book and slid it to Lillian.
"We decided to pay a Bandervissian commander a little visit."
Lillian raised an eyebrow and opened the book. Flicking through the pages, her jaw dropped to the floor.
"But this is-"
"-The entire battle plan for the Banderviss-Mongolyn combined invasion," Fendir said with a smirk, "a jackpot; we know where their targets are, what they'll bypass...hell for a few weeks we're going to be able to make sure they don't go anywhere without someone harassing them."
William nodded.
"Well, let's get underway."
The troupe would begin to change out of their swimmers and into their clothes as Williams eye continued to grow clearer.
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"I know...I'll just pick up some painkillers when we're at town again, that should sort me out." Tsarina sighed.
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As Corey and Darcy sat in their apartment, there came a knock on the door.
(Yeah, they can go somewhere. I wasn't really planning on having Delegata show up any time soon though.)
Ameli, though perhaps a little nervous, was happy to see Tabitha happy. She nodded.
"Sure, go ahead. Though I'm not really sure what you are looking for."
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Vara sighed and shook her head.
"The last time I saw Echo, I was just a regular human. It makes sense that it took him a little longer to recognize me, but now that he does, he ought to do as I say."
She knelt beside Echo and scratched him behind the ears.
"Poor guy is probably really confused right now."
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Eveline sighed.
"Well...alright then...I guess we can do that if you really want to."
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The Royal Emperor smiled, took her hand, and led her to the palace gardens.
They walked amongst the various exotic plants and beautiful flowers.
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Carmelia shrugged.
"Just curious. I suppose he isn't much for family, then? Does he have a wife and kids?"
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Lord Talide shrugged.
"Don't worry, I can handle it. It is worth the cost. So, are you interested in trading your goods for such potions?"
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Corali had watched the cooking of the steak with ashamedly eager eyes as she slowed with eating the pancakes. Her mouth watered as she was finally given the meat, which she wasted no time sinking her teeth into. Her face as she chewed was one of euphoria, as though it was her first meal after months of no food. The steak was gone very quickly.
Tabitha poked Ameli's finger with a needle, trying to cause it to bleed. If it did, she would then smear Ameli's blood across a glass slide and move to slip it underneath a microscope to get a much, much closer look.
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The soldier tensed up as Vara patted Echo and he let out a sigh.
"Well whatever you do, tell him to stay away from me; he's absolutely feral."
The soldier knelt down, a fair distance from Vara and Echo, but still decently close.
"So you aren't a psyker then?" He asked.
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"Well I ain't gonna do nothin' you don't wanna do, so it's ultimately your decision." Ann said with a smile and a shrug. "I just like bein' a little on the...how'd'ya say...adventurous side? I'm playin' catch-up with the rest of y'all on account of me bein' bedbound for most my teenage years, ya see?"
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Nelly admired them all, holding onto, and slightly hugging, the Emperor's elbow as they walked. Nelly at one point even rested her head upon the Royal Emperor's shoulder.
"Ah...what a lovely night." Nelly murmured. "And a beautiful garden...I presume you tend such beautiful plants due to the deserts outside the walls?"
Nelly let out a little chuckle.
"A quaint little oasis for you to enjoy?"
(lol, isn't this the same garden Vara tried to do the naughty with Erich and he was like "Yo! Rock Skipping Time!")
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"Nope...but whether or not he's anything for family is up to him to tell; we don't know."
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Princess Kressidia paused and looked to Lord Talide.
"I...not exactly."
Lord Talide raised an eyebrow.
"Well you see," Kressidia explained, "This seems...too outlandish for my father to take seriously...he will have my head if he thinks I traded away valuable resources for potions, and may even believe them to be nonsensical...I'd have to bring him here for him to discuss that part of the deal personally, sorry.
"I hope you can understand." She said.
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Eastrid slowly patted Corali.
"Do you want more?"
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