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Second Contact [The Kathol Outback Dominion of Resu Hex - Witchmasters Invited]

A general call went out through encrypted Underground comm channels. Between the aid mission at Aaris, the first contact situation at the realm of the Resu, and the interplay of money and power at Arcadia-N-30, the Underground had a lot going on at this precise moment. Beyond that, GenTech, the Qektoth, and any number of other threats waited in the wings. Thus, status updates were crucial.

The message was fairly basic. Past the encryption, it just asked all overt Underground representatives and operatives within the Kathol Outback to report in on the status of their efforts when they had a minute.

The updates would bounce their way through secret relays and wind up not far from a certain uncharted world. Q-27, it was called: Alna Merrill had discovered it a good twenty years ago, and a bare handful of people even knew it existed, let alone where it might be. Its pre-technological inhabitants had never known war, and an unsurpassed fortune in raw aurodium could be found in its crust. Jorus had gone to excessive lengths to keep the planet, his home, a secret. The Underground's Resu and Arcadia operations, however, might put Q-27 within their sphere of influence, so that would have to be handled delicately.
 
Objective: Realm of the Resu -
This is virtually a first contact situation. Everything about the Resu is alien. Kathol Technical Academy's students have been invited to play a role in understanding the Resu language and technology, including the unique Resu ships while TKO Search and Rescue will be escorting all friendly parties and investigating a strange possible distress signal that has been coming from the system.​
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Location: CyberResu Astroid
Tags: [member="Iron Giant"] | [member="Neelig Waawat"]​
Bryce responded to General [member="Jorus Merrill"] 's call,

"General, I'm still pursuing that lead you helped is decode, second contact is about to be made with the Resu. Agents from the underground and others are now heading moon-side. I will be joining them shortly. I will update you once I have a better understanding of the situation, the basics look like an internal struggle between those corrupted by the Morros crusade and those other free parties, one who you have a working relationship with. Should know more shortly, for now, Bantam out"

Bryce lead the remaining parties down to the "neutral zone" specified in the intercepted message. With armed Twi'lek clansmen dresses in flight environmental suits Bryce walked out into the airless space, his Beskar'ika Armor Chasis keeping him safe from the void beyond. Taking the lead he walked over to the crowd of TKO and underground members that had gathered, pointing over to Ithorian named [member="Neelig Waawat"] , Bryce motioned him over before asking.

"I understand you have some experience in these matters, any interest in taking the lead on this one?"
 
Arcadia-N-30 - T R A D E * S H O W
Location: Arceneau Trade Outpost - Make friends, and do business
CONTACTS: Saffron | [member="Charzon Loulan"] | [member="Gir Quee"]

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"In system construction would be best, I want the people of Kal'shebbol to see the progress and growth of Gallofree. We need to give the Clans something to look up to. Also before a go Lady Loulan, it looks like a new partnership may bring some new funds shortly, if this pans out then we many be speaking again to acquire a few more of your lovely drydocks. Till then may the Gods shine brightly on all your endeavors."

With a proper curtsy, Cla'Mari walked away from her business partner and to a new booth that had been brought to her attention by her faithful protocol droid. It was the display of Lucerne Labs and their unique Zephyr hyperdrives . If a deal for these units could be made it would solve a good portion of Gallofree's supply issues. Patiently she waited while looking other the display units as well as the other system and engines that were out for the show.
 
Location: Aaris III
Allies: [member="Aerin The Lost"], [member="Jette Haltzum"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Asemir Lor'kora"]
Objective: Liberation!
Post: 5

“Traps would be good. We should rendezvous with the natives first and get things in order before we start doing things on our own. They know the lay of the land way better than we do.” As the group began their journey towards the witch gathering spot, Joza inhaled deeply as she thought about Jette’s question.

“To you? I’m not sure. I don’t know a whole lot about the Nightsisters, but I do know that women are the dominant gender. I think that they take multiple mates, which sounds alright. I personally wouldn’t spring for that, because it sounds like a lot of work maintaining that many men.” Zeltrons weren’t big on the whole marriage thing, and were considered to be one of the most promiscuous races in the galaxy. “I’m sure you’d be fine until you stumbled into a hostile’s territory and they take your head. Maybe cook you up like a Saturday night barbeque, who knows?”

Joza herself really didn’t know. The part about the mating she felt was pretty accurate, but the rest? Totally made up. “Don’t worry though, I’m good at protecting cute things.” She tilted her head back to give a wry grin and a wink, though it was a bit of a lie because she wasn’t that good at protecting cute things. She was good at getting her face smashed in and her arms cut off, though.

“So, you know, stick close boys. Unless it’s your dream to be a part of a Nightsister’s harem, I won’t get in your way.” Her tone was teasing, but a Nightsister’s harem actually sounded like fun.

The datapad on her wrist pinged softly, and Joza’s brows narrowed as she quickly fumbled to set the thing on silent before opening the message. Speed-reading through [member="Jorus Merrill"]’s memo, the Zeltron typed a hasty reply whilst dodging the plant-life as she walked.

Joza, Nate, Aerin and Jette en route to meet with the Nightsisters and discuss how to shut down these slaving karkbags.

Smack. At least she’d gotten to send the message before getting wacked in the face by a tree branch that she happened to walk into. City girl and nature did not mix well sometimes.

Their little group finally happened upon the Nightsisters, Joza electing to stay on the fringe of the gathering for now and listen to the exchange between an armored man and what appeared to be one of the clan matriarchs. That was certainly a bit strange, but they seemed to be hearing him out. She had little to add to the conversation at this point.
 

Sor-Jan Xantha

Guest
AARIS III
Post 1 of 30
Objective: Doin' my own thing
Gear: Paperweight | DC-17 Hand Blaster

In Corellian culture, the ceremony of the bar fight was a very significant cultural phenomenon.

It was a greeting. It was a parting. It was a way of bonding with new acquaintances, securing fast friendships that would last at least until the next Sabaac game.

Case in point, the young Anzat had learned more about the Dathomiri witch in the last five minutes than he had in the whole time he'd been on the planet. Her name was Ce'Nedra. Her clan was the Falling Water. And she knew Force Lightning.

When the locals had asked for the Kathol Outback's help in addressing the problem of pirates and slavers afflicting the Aaris and Dathomiri populations on the planet, probably no one had thought it would be a good idea to just stroll up on the shadowport and ask for who the motherfether in charge was.

Which was precisely why he'd done it.

They never saw THAT coming!

...they were also somewhat better armed than he'd anticipated.

"You had a plan for getting us into this mess," the Dathomiri teen complained, ducking a volley of blaster bolts before she sent another burst of destructive energy sailing out toward the people firing from the right side of the makeshift cantina. "Did you ever think how we get out of it?"

An amber blade hummed through the air. His attention directed at the group firing from the left, the boy neatly deflected a series of shots. Then, bringing his body around with the motion of the Soresu orbit, stretched out with his free hand. A table upended, sailing through the air to smash into a pair of pirates who had been moving into a new firing position. Placing both hands back on the handle of his lightsaber, the tow-headed demon-child answered, "Keep your concentration here and now. Be mindful of the Living Force, young padawan"

"What the kark does that mean?"

"It means..." the small Anzat began, turning his head to flash a devil-may-care grin up at the girl. "...I try not to think too far ahead!"
 
Arcadia-N-30 | NPC : Mr.Zej | Objective : Salacia Consolidated Salvage Outpost | Post :[5]



Nerf steaks, ribs and sausages laid out on the grill along with scattered flanks of various fish. The Salacia crew was large, roughly an even number of humans and near-humans to the typical aquatic species found at the Ceto Headquarters. The smells wafting across the worksite were causing many to slow down and stop for a break, lining up at the smoker for a piece of lunch.


With the impromptu picnic, Salacia extended out an invite to their partners over at Firemane [ [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] ] and Arceneau [ [member="Saffron"] ] to join them in the celebration of setting up new facilities. Between the three of them it seemed Arcadia-N-30 would be back on the road to building a stable economy to help out the sector.


Taking a break from manning the smoker, Mr.Zej made his way back to his freighter, heading up inside to send a holomessage along to [member="Jorus Merrill"]

"Greetings General. Operations continue to run smoothly, work is progressing well on the planet. Salacia expects to have the facility up and running within three weeks. We're looking at hiring some locals, with potential expansion points already in place."
 
Arcadia N-30
Objective: Firemane/ARGH Outpost
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It was always very nice when your corporate friends showed themselves as good neighbours and invited you to their feast. Suffice to say Salacia Consolidated got a polite, cordial response from the Firemane corporate family, who accepted the invitation.


Perhaps surprisingly, Kerrigan's crew of pyromaniacs had managed to not blow up the place. The training drills had been free of accidents that would make the OSHA regulators weep. The outpost was making solid progress and officers from the Arcadian militia had been impressed by the order and precision of the Firemane instructors.


It fell to Elpsis to send a message to the Lord of the Hyperlanes. After all, she was sort of affiliated with the Underground/Outback. "Operations are going well. Firemane/ARGH should have their outpost operational in a few weeks. Three, tops. Arcadian militia are gonna get some Company surplus gear and turrets, plus aid to rebuid the planet's infrastructure."


Most recently, the Abregado-Rae Guild of Hammers had been renamed and was now officially only called Guild of Hammers. Nonetheless, most people still used the old name. Partly because ARGH was a cool abbrevation, partly to troll Siobhan. This even applied to her writer.


[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Judah Dashiell"]
 
[member="Judah Dashiell"]

Saffron's datapad gave a small beep. It was a message. A small frown drew over her brow, and she lifted the tablet to discover who had sent it to her.

It was the CEO of Salacia Consolidated. Judah Dashiell. The subject in question was an invitation to the new Salacia holdings. A small picnic.

Saffron gave a small, "hmm..." it would be a great place to network, and also would be nice to see Mistah Dashiell again.

"I'll be back in a little bit," she told her assistant.

"If you need anything, please contact me."
 
[member="Asemir Lor'kora"] [member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Jette Haltzum"]
AARIS III

"Four hundred and twenty seven fighters present in the surrounding camps. The largest gathering in this region for a very long time. I am afraid we do not have troops. We hunt, we gather. We raid each other."

Another Clan Mother, this one from Tilzi’s own Twisted Root Clan, turned towards the newcomers. "We can bring more if needed, but that would take several days at least."

"As for beasts, there are no rancors this far south," another Clan Mother spoke up. "Some mounts could be brought in," she said, referring to a type of lizard that could climb roots and branches with ease, but not the sheer walls of the garrison. "The Twisted Root tried to poison some of their guards using a venomous creature, but it failed to stop enough. We expected as much for calling on such dark magick."

Tilzi lowered one long leg down to the ground from her branch. Several sentries moved a step closer. The tension was palpable. Twisted Root were known to follow the Book of Shadows. The outright hostility between the different religions was not what it had once been, at least not in these regions.

Tilzi’s Clan Mother held up a hand to calm the younger member of her clan. Instead she turned to the newcomers to see what they had to say.
 

Aerin Kath

Sentinel of the Outback.
Aaris III - main weitch camp, in front of Tilzi's matriarch
Post:5
Allies: TKO, Natives, Witches | [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jette Haltzum"],[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Asemir Lor'kora"], [member="Apollymi Djo"], and last but certainly not least [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
Objective: Liberty, Justice, and hot dates for all.
Enemies: Slavers, in a walled and hot person-less place

Aerin was practically in frog pose as the matriarch gazed at him, but he had an idea so he spoke up. "Matriarch, if I may speak, I have several mounts for anyone who'd like as well... repulsor vehicles that may be faster than your lizards(I've never seen the lizards so I don't know)... would you have a problem if I brought some technology that could be useful, too? Also, I have a few parts in my ship that I could make makeshift explosives with if given the time... or show your people how to make them." Aerin paused and looked at Tilzi and then stood slowly waiting for someone to scold him to get back down. " I'm here to help in any way I can, and hopefully I can help by giving you a way through that wall."
 

Sor-Jan Xantha

Guest
AARIS III
Post 2 of 30
Objective: Doin' my own thing
Gear: Paperweight | DC-17 Hand Blaster

Just like the Battle of Manaan during the Hyperspace War.

The smell of tibana gas mingled with the of flat ale. More than a couple of barrels behind the bar had been punctured, spilling cheap swill in a frothy sea across the cantina floor. To a Corellian, that would normally have been sacrilege. However, judging by the quality - of lack thereof - this was probably no big loss to the galaxy.

Two blaster bolts impacted against the amber blade. A Weequay jumped down from the rafters, slipping the landing as he splashed down into the wet floorboards. The advantage of surprise lost, the Weequay made a harried attempt to bring his blaster up, as the boy neatly pirouette with the motion of another Soresu orbit. The lightsaber blade came around to sever the firing arm just above the elbow, eliciting a sharp scream from the Weequay.

A pushing motion with his free hand propelled the one-arm man head-first through one of the blasted kegs. As the man sagged against the bar, the boy brought his lightsaber up as he took a moment to get an idea of the battlefield around them.

A group in the doorway were setting something up on a tripod...

"Ce'Nedra..." the boy declared, shutting down the lightsaber as he reached out to grab the Dathomiri by the arm.

"WHAT!?" the teen witch demanded, obviously affronted by the physical contact.

"JUMP!" the boy warned, as the small Anzat went vaulting over the bar top. In the doorway, the pirates finished setting up the repeating blaster, unleashing a hellacious rampage of blaster bolts through the interior of the bar.

Crouching down behind the bar, the Dathomiri landed right next to the Jedi. Heavy blaster bolts ripped through the wood and carpentry, disintegrating the cantina around them into an array of pulp dust and splinters.

Their cover behind the bar wasn't going to last long...
 
Aries, Arcadia N-30

[4/38]

Some minutes later, after obtaining the proper coolant, Nelphrin led Gir back through the city streets back to the landing bay where the Stellar Wind and Solar Traveller rested. Gir hadn't been entirely sure what to expect on his arrival, so he was pleased to see a dozen or so onlookers looking over their wares. Some appeared to simply be window shopping, but that didn't bother the man. He saw such gawking as potential free advertisement later on. He noticed that the Wind's first mate, a light-hearted brunette with a penchant for earth-colored clothing, was chattering away with a duros about the cost of sublight engines. He suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"I'm going to get the coolant back on the ship, but I'll be right back."

Gir nodded and looked around the onlookers, picking out [member="Cla'Mari Rha"] looking at a display about their hyperdrive units. While Gir had envisioned that they initially would be popular among blockade runners and other smugglers looking to profit from the ongoing war, it seemed that they had become most popular among the independent operators on the hardscrabble portions of the galaxy where pirates and other marauders still roamed unchecked by the massive military might of the galactic powers. I guess if you're going to buy a hyperdrive, it makes sense to get one that can prevent you from being robbed or ambushed...Gir strolled to the twi'lekk and stretched out his right hand to initiate a handshake.

"Hello, I am Gir. Is there anything I can help you with today?"
 
Location: Aris III
Objective: not get stolen by a witch and free the slaves
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Aerin Kath"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Asemir Lor'kora"]


Standing about a whole head taller than his fellow TKO comrades and the surrounding witches, who all made him a little self conscious, as they clearly preferred woman over men, and he was in fact, as manly as a man was....relatively speaking. And he was outnumbered about 100:1, he was surrounded by the opposite sex, and they'd all gut him like a fish if he slipped up. That's a real lethal attraction right there.

Standing behind [member="Joza Perl"] and Aerin, he would listen to the group's discussion, taking it all into account. Then the mother asked how we're the going to help, and his associate's beat him to the punch. While waiting, he went over the schematics of the fortress, the walls, security measures, and garrison scheduling. Then he had it, the idea that could probably end this thing once and for all, but he lost his train of thought as the tension around him got so thick that he was almost choking.

"If I may... You all have energy vows, Sí? Well, the garrison scheduling has a slight flaw in it, as in between 0245 and 0300... the east tower and rampart are all but vacant. That's where we go in, scaling the wall, or just jumping from branch to beach will give us all the cover we need. Some would have to stay back to watch the entrance point, but the others would go in, neutralize the security functionalities, and send the rest in."

Feeling all eyes now on him, he kept his game face on, waving a hand dismissively, continuing. "And we'd have to integrate the clans. None of that 'my clan will stick together and do this' b.s, if you want them to work together, have them fight alongside each other, not against."
 
Location: Aaris III
Posts: 8
Objectives: Free the people!
Tags: [member="Aerin The Lost"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Jette Haltzum"], [member=Tilzi]

And that was the problem, Asemir realized. There was no chain of command. No one to make the call. No one with experience to lead the mission. It was just a bunch of people who had survived a few scraps, and that made them think they knew how to assault a hardened military compound.

He sighed. It would fall to him, whether he wanted it or not.

He shook his head as he turned towards the big man. "Have you even scouted the area? There's a clearing of a hundred meters from the tree line to the base of the walls. I don't know who you are, so perhaps you might be able to leap that far, but no one else can. Plus, you'd have to scale the twenty meter wall, a sheer face might I add, in less than fifteen minutes. If your guard schedule is accurate."

Asemir pointed at the gathered Witches. "This isn't some holovid action movie where the hero lone wolf's it and destroys a fortress by himself. Unless you're a Sith Lord or a Jedi Master, you're only going to get yourself and your allies killed. There's no sense in taking down the fortress if you suffer horrendous casualties."

He turned his attention back to the Matriarchs. "This attack needs to be methodical and thorough. You have gathered here a group of specialists. Utilize them. Send infiltrators to breach the fortress walls." Asemir pointed at Aerin. "That man can fashion explosives that can be used to distract the defenders. Detonate them away from the infiltrators' approach, to draw attention. Once the infiltrators have compromised the fortress gates and caused confusion, the rest of the warriors can assault the clearing."

Asemir gave Nate a respectful nod. "And don't think that I'm singling you out. I've spent the better part of a half century planning these types of missions, with far fewer resources. I've learned a few things, and seeing allies die for glory is something I'd like to avoid."
 
[member="Saffron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | Post : [ 6 ]


Tables were crammed with various dishes from various parts of the 'verse as the corporate guests started to arrive. Mr.Zej eyed the Firemane crew warily, wondering how many of them brought explosives for 'fun' later on. The Salacia camp didn't have any alcohol but the portly Salvage Director suspected their Firemane guests did not need any liquor to get explosives out and start having fun.


Zej recognized one Miss Elaris from their previous travels and ambled over to greet in her. In his typical over-the-top fashion, meaty arms were thrown around the girl for a hearty hug. It was the way the man greeted nearly everyone he vaguely knew.



"Miss Elaris! A pleasure Firemane could join us! Please, help yourself. Judah would want you to. How is construction going at Camp Firemane? Blowing up more than you are building up I would think."
 
[member="Asemir Lor'kora"] [member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Jette Haltzum"]
AARIS III

Fortunate indeed for Nate that none of the assembled knew what 'BS' meant. This was the most the Clans for this region had ever worked together outside of the odd festival in living memory. And some of the Clan Mothers had very long memories.

It was one thing to seek advice from outsiders, quite another to be lectured by a male. Tilzi’s sister noticeably put some distance between herself and the Bounty Hunter.

Asemir interjected in a tone that was received well by the assembled clans. This time it was Tilzi that spoke up.

"That's a long distance to crawl without being seen. Does anyone have propelled grappling hooks or magnetic clamps? That's a tall wall for a throw."

Some might wonder where she had learned to use such things. Her education under a Krath noble on Empress Teta had been... Unique.
 
(7)

N-30 Arcadia


The common stereotype of the Firemane crew was that they were pyromaniacs obsessed with explosions. There was obviously not a shred of truth to this. Firemane had plenty of ventures that did not involve over the top propery destruction. Verily.


Anyhow, Firemane minions showed up at Camp Salacia. They were a bit of a bawdy bunch, but disciplined enough. Elpsis was certain she could leave them unsupervised for a couple hours or so...without them getting into too much trouble! Some may have brought firecrackers, but no grenades. Firegirl scout's honour!


Almost as soon as they appeared, she was suddenly embraced by a big blue buy! Elpsis was still suffering a bit from injuries she'd sustained during the fighting on Corellia, so this was a tad awkward for her. She winced a bit, but returned the hearty hug.


"Well, I wanted to blow more stuff up, but Freya said no and then I heard there were steaks here!" she exclaimed cheerfully after being released. "Construction's going well. Thanks for the invitation. It's very nice of you. Auntie Siob and Auntie Tegs say hi. Things are goin' ok here?"


After a rather bumpy road, Elpsis was the Firemane couple's de facto niece and helped with the toddlers in their household. She was closer to [member="Tegaea Alcori"], who was a lot more down to earth, despite pursuing nefarious schemes to turn the teenager into a girly princess.


[member="Judah Dashiell"]
 

Ugohr Poof

The Traveling Gungan Salesman
Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 11/38
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Swap meet

Even if Ugohr was still stuck on Chandrila, he opened an IGR office on Dulvoyinn, making the company the only realtor on the planet. Plus he pledged IGR to contribute what he could to the Galactic Alliance Planetary Development Project, especially as he was the commanding officer of the military branch of the GAPDP. He has had his shares of successes: designing Coruscant's refugee housing allocation system, selling 100,000 units on Elrood in exclusivity, selling 150 sq. kilometers of forest land on Naboo for a podracing track, as well as the second special episode of the Outer Rim House Hunter's Show, as well as his share of failures: he failed to get the Mandalorian Clans to buy 121 sq. kilometers of farmland on Dantooine rather than to sign a 3-year lease through RBF. As for the exclusive rights to sell real estate in a chunk of the Financial District, this plan is still on hold. But Privago had to go in Ugohr's stead - normally he would just send Ugohr on his way.

"I'm Privago"

"Business affiliation?" the security guard asked.

"IGR Brokerage. The owner is an Alliance faithful and I believe we have good relations with you" Privago answered.

"What exactly is the nature of the business you would wish to establish here?"

"Another real estate office. At present all our offices are in Alliance space, we wish to expand outside of Alliance space"
 
Realm of Resu - CybeResu Asteroid
"[Self-Identifier] Comprehends [Secondary-Identifier] experienced in [Vague Descriptor], proposal: [Secondary-Identifier] take the lead?" Mercury Tongue's translator electrified her gills, identifying for her which figures were talking by enhancing the thermal signature of those speaking with one another. Attempting to decipher what was being said, she inferred they were determining among themselves, who would speak first.

"Unnecessary proposal." A smooth electronic voice escaped from the Flagged CybeResu standing in the room, as the grey piece of cloth waved in the vacuum with the movement of her mechanical arm waving away the suggestion. "Counter-proposal: Mercury Tongue takes the lead. Self-identification: Mercury Tongue, of CybeResu. Identification?" Soldier-like, the stalwart character stood at attention, awaiting the response from the Kathol Outback negotiation team, the recording device awaiting one of them to speak their name, so as to be used in further conversations. Obviously, being unable to understand anything verbally, the machine translator would have to do the polite thing of actually using the verbal names other beings had for themselves.

It was actually somewhat of a quandary of how most Resu got their names. Clearly, their names in literally every language are unable to be pronounced, seeming as it is an electrical pattern exchanged between two individuals of the species. Although it could be technically replicated with technology (the whole basis of the translation technology) basic understanding of meaning of these signals would be entirely lost being incompatible with sound vibrations. The answer was simple actually, machines had a hand in it. They are tasked with choosing a substance (Silver, Iron, Stone, Mercury) and a noun (Sentinel, Giant, Tongue), sometimes even a proper noun (Hermes). Giving the individual Resu a list of options translated into Resune (the electrical tongue of the species), and that individual will choose from the list as a permanent identifier. Some may note how appropriate many of the names would eventually become for the few Resu that would be known outside of their home system, and that is quite clearly the work of machines giving these individuals choices which reflect the galaxies perception of them.

The substance is often entirely random, but the noun that follows it often describes their character, such as Silver Sentinel seeking to protect his people, Iron Giant being the mechanical monstrosity she was as a mercenary, Stone Hermes being so motivated by faith and religion, and now Mercury Tongue defined by her ability to speak to others outside of her species. It seem that there was no longer any aspect of life for a Resu, that was not wholly and totally dominated by some form of technology.

How the old ways have died.

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Ysraka Reservation
After some time, Iron Giant and her entourage of a dozen others began to approach the base of the thermal towers, a blistering heat source radiating beams of infrared radiation at regular intervals high above them. This "Lighthouse" shall we call it, marked the beginning of Resu Civilization... what remained of it that is. Undoubtedly the Abominations will have blockaded this settlement in all the necessary directions, though it is unlikely they should expect an attack from from without, when all their focus was on what was within.

She counted on it to be the case.

They waited for several minutes, using their enhancements to pick out heat trails that might indicate the presence of the abominations. They were much harder to detect at a distance than ordinary living beings, considering much of their mass had been converted into non-organic material, hiding their interior body heat. Luckily for the CybeResu, such was the case for them as well, to an extent. Not to the extreme of the Morossians of course, but much of their bodies were integrated with specialized cybernetics.

Bronze Tusk set up a sonar pulse detector, hoping to stealthily pick up on enemy presences without them knowing. The CybeResu was currently playing on one of their species most critical weaknesses: their deafness. Strange that an aquatic species never fully developed a sense of sound in favor of other more specialized sensory organs, but such was the case for these silicon beasts of war.

Immediately the team was alerted to six Morossians in the area, which wasn't great news, but not the worst either. One on one, the Morossian Resu were always superior to the CybeResu, but two on one can almost even the odds. A battle-plan was being crafted to break the blockade.

[member="Neelig Waawat"], [member="Bryce Bantam"]

(Post 4)
 

Mercury Zealot

Monstrocity of Moross - Deceased
Realm of Resu - Shikyu, The Convert's Stronghold
The toxin spread beautifully through whatever remained of the Queen's organic body, the spear holding the parasitic plant, acting as carrier to the silicon vongspawn virus. New growths of flesh began to sprout from within the metal carapace of her body, bony-crystalline protrusions fighting through the techno-virus, and at times succumbing to its superior presence. Electric and digital roars filled the room with agony, as the eleven Queens fought for their lives. The possibility of death, or the lack of a complete conversion were high, but these Queens were in the opinion of all Resu (Morossian or not) to be the greatest wills of civilizations. If they willed to live, and they did, then they would live. If they willed to change, then they would. To even consider that they may fail, would be to conceive of the notion that a Resu could experience failure. For if they failed, then they were not Resu at all. They would be exiles.

Not unlike the nuisance Stone Hermes has been hearing reports of lately - the CybeResu, lead by the "former" exile Iron Giant. It was the opinion of most in the species (no matter what clad they belonged to), that being exiled was literally worse than death. It meant total abandonment by the entire species, and any interaction with an exile was essentially confiding in a ghost. The fear of being exiled, and exiles was strong in Stone Hermes and those of his brood, that he risked his life to be converted into this abomination - rather than being exiled for lacking the bravery to face the stranger who would become known as Neth, the Keeper of Knowledge and living Aesir of the Morossian faith.

Now, these eleven females would face the living Aesir of Liad, to be converted into a new strain of abominations, rather than facing their existential termination of becoming an exile for their failure. If the Queens proved to be a fruitful new race, capable of repopulating their race through parthenogenesis, then Stone Hermes would in the eyes of his people ascend to the status of Aesir, the living vessel of a Morossian God.

"Husband..." A Queen cried, the one he skewered. She was calling out to him. Her name now, was unimportant, for she would die and become something wholly new. The same fate awaited him, once finally the new race was birthed. He stepped nearer to the growing mass of flesh and metal, writhing still in metamorphic agony.

"My Queen, your pain is beautiful to behold." He knelt before her.

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