When the Gods give you a crisis...

[Mercury Zealot]

... you must find salvation.

Stone Hermes trudged through the opening of the shuttle transport to the Sacred World of the Moross Crusade- Exocron. Last time he was here he had meet the Aesir Inari, the healer Goddess. She taught him how to pray to the gods properly, and in return he gifted to her a necklace bearing her name in Resu, so that he and the rest of his kin would be able to recognize her above the rest of the thermal brood that indicated living things. He had not been expecting to see gods the last time, but this time he demanded their presence… or rather, just one.

There was a crisis in the Realm of Resu. It was well known to Resu at this point that those granted the gift of Neth were almost always rendered infertile due to the grand change. It was the sole reason why a reservation had been kept of the Originals at the last moment of the Resu Evolution War, which would have resulted in extinction had that discovery not been made. They thought though, that at this point, the Reservation would be capable of producing enough young to replenish the ranks of the Resu in the Crusade, especially with the hardy nature of those infected. However, with so small a population, minor disturbances can spell doom to an entire race.

A Resu-borne plague has stricken the population, and the Moross are incapable of helping the Plagued due to the Eternal War between the Originals and the Moross. The Plagued are exiled into Moross space, as it is the only mercy that can be given. What is worse however, is that the Plague is not compatible with the Techno-Virus, and the cannot be fully turned. The Moross cannot convert the Plagued fully, rendering them useless and dead. Worse still, females are merely carriers of the Plague, and upon fertilization their children become Plague-bearers.

The Moross cannot find a reason why the Plague had started, but the threat exists to extinguish both races if something is not done. They have no time to find out the origin of the Plague, their sole purpose is to find the cure, or merely a solution to the dilemma. To whom would they go? To their god: Neth the Keeper, Bearer of Gifts, and Divine Enlightener. They would ask a solution to their problem, a solution that by the will of the force, already burned its way towards Moross through hyperspace…

The Iron Giant...

Ignorant of that fact, the First Convert went to grovel to his favored God. Though surely he must already have some idea of his troubles, and thus must also know some idea of his solution. If he did, he would need support in finding it, as Stone Hermes even when enlightened to the gift of Neth, he is still blind and inept at influencing the world around him beyond simple destruction. He needed a human, but a human that could connect with him on the primal level... the warrior level.

This was a day of reckoning as to the fate of the Resu... a situation the Keeper had once before already held in possession of.

At the foot of his temple he bowed, and demanded (since he did not know how to beg) an audience with the God of the Temple, no matter how long the wait.

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Zoey Marix"], @Any Moross Crusader really.

 

[Iron Giant]

Hyperspace...

Aboard an old Resu-Class freighter, the giant hunk of metal flung itself across the stars at a speed unimaginable. Within this canister, there was a horde of weapons, and an iconic land "vessel" with a small reputation, due to its exotic owner. A cripple at birth, an unlikely survivor, a weapon-smith, an exile, a misdirected criminal, a mercenary, a Vagrant, a crew mate, but always The Iron Giant.

She was a hulking tower of weapon modifications, and combat flexibility. A true warrior, yet cursed to stagnant confinement, and isolation. Her shell was one of the more advanced power-suits ever built for an alien species entirely dependent on a life-suit for the land. However, despite this insignificant reputation, she was relic in more ways than one. She held Jorus Merill do what he did best across the galaxy, but she was but a child, dependent upon him. That's what she was to the galaxy, a complicated yet simple minded creature... confused and equally confusing. She had strange loyalties, stranger decisions, and a very difficult time communicating on a level most others could understand. She had her Companion Orb, C.O.M.O., which helped tremendously, but it did not help all of her loneliness. But most of all, she was part of the endangered portion of Resu, she was an Original. Untainted by the Moross.

In her naked form, the writhing beasts churned the water that occupied her vast cabin, and aggressively bounced the orb about the room. After many many month's of use, the little orange bot was beginning to be chipped and dented, and perhaps a tiny bit quirky from all the playful collisions. She learned a lot from her mentor and toy, but there was only so much that could be learned when the student had senses so vastly different to the catalyst programming within the droid. It could commune with her directly, and keep her company... but it was nothing like a real companion.

There was not a human in the galaxy that would willingly swim with her... and they were deaf and mute to her anyway.

Even as an alien Resu, Iron Giant longed for the sensation of touch, or the embrace of physical exertion. This 'new' style of combat with her suit, aged her considerably. In the time she had entered the galaxy, and now, her life was nearly half over. Due to her inactive participation and commanding her hulking suit of armor, it felt like, she only had a third left. Things were catching up with her... she was old she felt. Close to being veteran, and she could feel now she was nearly the peek of her aggression, before she would inevitably level out, into a calmer, more intelligible Resu... if that was possible in her present in comprehensible condition.

ANYWAY, She was dropping something off on Exocron, an order from a client who used a fake identity, the reason being Iron Giant was a competitor and rival, and he wanted her gone. The Moross Crusade would do something about that. Unaware of this, the Iron Giant easily stumbled into the trap. She was just a freighter for now, but soon she would learn about... the Moross Resu.

That rival of Iron Giants? Yeah, he had the convenience of getting her there when Stone Hermes was present. Coincidence? Maybe, probably.

Soliael Devin Talith, Zoey Marix, @Any Moross Crusader really.