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FUZI × Mili - Victim
Beyond the Witch's
Corridor
01
In Character
A warrior needs not concern themselves with matters within the purview of men
Prelude
N/A
Are dragons real? Do vampires walk among us?

The catalogue of literature is crowded with fantastic tales of such magical creatures, some eerily realistic while others evidently spun on a drunken night for the sake of petty amusement. A handful of tales even make it into history books, whether it be in the form of a witch hunt or worshiping a dragon as a god. However, as widespread though varied as these tales might be, no conclusive evidence has ever been brought forth to validate their existence.

As the world evolved into one of logic and science, the idea of cryptids gradually shifted from legends to mere fiction. The modern world had long proved that magic was a hoax and that so-called “mysterious sightings” were either a delusion or the machinations of a con artist hungry for attention. In a world where seeing is believing, each debunked myth brought humanity closer to the answer that a fantasy would, in the end, remain settled in the realm of dreams.

However, a man once said that truth is stranger than fiction, an adage many would think of when the world itself began to reject its own laws.
The First Cataclysm
1999
In the year 1999, as the clock approached the 24th hour of December 31st, skies all over the world grew dark, as if an omen of the events to come. The moment the minute hand announced the turn of the millennia, the earth unleashed a great tremor as the space within the small town of Albarn, California seemed to fracture. A dark haze seeped out from the widespread cracks, gradually shrouding the entire town within its ominous veil. However, none of the town’s inhabitants evacuated, or perhaps they were incapable of doing so. Not a single human or creature was seen leaving the dark shroud encasing Albarn, and those brave enough to venture into the unknown never returned. Any attempts to contact those trapped within the veil were met with no response.

Two weeks had passed by the time the haze began to clear up, finally freeing Albarn from its mysterious prison. However, what the people saw—or didn’t see—shocked them to the core: in Albarn’s place was a completely barren expanse of dirt fields. It was as if the dark fog had swallowed the town whole, leaving not a single person or building behind.

This event, later named The First Cataclysm, became the heated topic of countless debates and hypotheses. However, an answer as to where Albarn had gone and how it had happened wouldn’t surface for another 12 years.
The Second Cataclysm
2011
Try as they may, research teams could neither make heads or tails of the situation nor detect any abnormalities present in the land where Albarn once stood. However, due to the enigmatic manner in which Albarn was devoured, the area was nonetheless deemed unsafe. Rather than open the area for rebuilding, the affected area was fenced off, allowing only observatories and research facilities to be built within.

This period of stasis would last for 12 years, until a familiar quake shook the land once again. As the earth trembled, a great void appeared, this time producing not a black haze but a hoard of beasts resembling those only found in the worst of nightmares. The strongest of their kind possessed hide so thick that bullets bounced harmlessly off their bodies, overwhelming the emergency force that had been hurriedly mobilized in Albarn.

Just as suddenly as the monsters had appeared, humanoid figures stumbled out of the void, seemingly surprised but nonetheless quick to assess the dangerous environment. With whatever superior “technology” they possessed, the foreign men made quick work of reorganizing themselves and dispatching the hoard. However, as soon as the last monster was slain, their hostility turned towards the military force situated on the other side.

Fortunately, a human emerged from the side of the foreigners, offering to act as an interpreter and go-between for both sides. Upon accepting his proposal, the government found that the man was the mayor of the old Albarn, Günter Reinbach, who had disappeared alongside the entire town over a decade ago.
Aftermath
1999
12 years prior, a great explosion caused a rift between the boundary that had once kept two worlds separate. While the strip of land caught in the explosion had been wiped off the face of the other world, Sinoa, the town of Albarn had been dragged through the rift to fill the void that had been left behind after the catastrophe. Suddenly cut off from the comfort that technology had once provided for them, many of the people in Albarn who found themselves thrust into a lawless land where magic reigned supreme succumbed to the terrible beasts that would wander into their settlement in search of easy prey.

Fortunately, a dispatch from the Kingdom of Rocheste had been sent far north to The Void Lands in search of Sinoa’s most powerful witch Selene. Though the elusive witch was nowhere to be found, the knights had come across what remained of Albarn, an unexpected discovery due to the uninhabitable nature of The Void Lands causing all races to avoid settling in the region. Upon confirming that neither side bore hostile intentions, a series of questioning and the invitation of Rocheste’s curious head librarian led to the knights escorting the remaining citizens of Albarn back to Rocheste.

Once settled, the people of Albarn exchanged their knowledge of the other world and their circumstances in exchange for refuge. Their information combined with the residual magic present in the knights’ area of investigation led them to a peculiar conclusion. In her foolish pursuit of godhood, the old witch had caused a rapid collapse of the mana in the vicinity, violently tearing a hole into the boundary between Earth and Sinoa. As for Selene’s whereabouts, she was likely either dead or her body was forever lost in the void. Whatever the case, her actions would later prove to have caused a great instability in the boundary, partially restoring itself before collapsing once again in 12 year cycles.

As for the individuals stranded on Sinoa or Earth resultant of these rifts, they could only hope that fortune landed them in a hospitable environment. Fortunately, the barren land that had once been Albarn, the epicenter of the majority of these incidents, would be rebuilt into Arcvine City, a hub welcoming Earthlings and Sinoans alike.
Present
2047
In the year 2014, the military academy of Pallas Institute, among many others of its kind, was established to specially train promising agents for the purpose of combating any monsters who happened to cross over to Earth. In turn, Kaye Osier, a top graduate who had enjoyed a particularly meteoric rise, petitioned the government for a more specialized force to be assembled, establishing the organization now known as Arcarum.

Unlike the police force, Arcarum is specialized in dealings with the supernatural, protecting civilians against both monsters and people who use magic for malicious reasons. However, seeing Arcarum as an organization for humans by humans, many came to see the organization as anti-Sinoan, resulting in riots and the formation of various cults and underground organizations.

Decades of work since Arcarum’s establishment in 2020 has greatly eased tensions between the Sinoans and natives of Earth. However, prejudice, in the end, is difficult to quash completely, and Arcarum continues to find enemies all around. The abrupt disappearance of Kaye Osier soon after he appointed Schneerose Reinbach as his successor further tipped the fragile equilibrium. And with the Fourth Cataclysm on the horizon, the influx of monsters and crime continue to raise the incident count.

As a means to prepare for the wave of monsters from the incoming Fifth Cataclysm, graduation requirements of the Military Academy of Arcvine City have become even more vigorous, with Arcarum’s standards of acceptance subsequently being driven even higher. The monsters trickling in prior to the first wave suggest that the Fifth Cataclysm may result in the largest rift yet, and only time can tell if Earth is prepared for the assault from The Void Lands.
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Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6

The past week had been an unusually quiet one in Arcvine City, featuring only a handful of minor incidents ranging from petty thefts to low danger pests that had crawled their way to Earth through smaller rifts. Despite the sudden lull, Arcarum ordered its agents to remain vigilant on their regular patrols. One such squad doing their rounds had noticed peculiar growth of mutant plants lining the cracks within one of the many abandoned streets in Sector 6. Though initially thinking nothing of it, the samples the squad had sent back contained a substance of unknown origins.

Following a request for further investigation, a pair escorted by Squad Sigma-32 had been dispatched to the mentioned area in Sector 6. What they hadn’t expected was for a large dog-like creature to attack, surprising one of the members of the sampling team and causing her to sprain her ankle. The leader of the squad had quickly transmitted a request for backup upon spotting more monsters creep out of their hiding spots, as if they’d been long waiting in ambush.

“Which bastard said this area was clear?” the brunette growled through gritted teeth, kicking the drool-filled jowls of a mutant canine that attempted to snap at her. “Besides, these guys smell absolutely rancid.” True to her words, the vast majority of the monsters carried the smell of rotting flesh, perhaps from the odd lumps growing under the patchwork of horribly matted fur. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought the monsters had crawled out of a zombie apocalypse film. Rather than the monsters from Sinoa they were familiar with, these looked more akin to mutant versions of animals found on Earth. Some were even chimerical in appearance, as if they were the results of a series of science experiments gone wrong.

The sound of panicked footfalls upon concrete attracted six vigilant pairs of eyes. Had the situation not been dire, the agents might have laughed at the sight of a person fleeing with a ratty cloth bag over their head. Regardless of whether the mysterious figure was a potential criminal or a mere civilian who’d trespassed into the Restricted Zone, the person appeared to be in poor condition and needed immediate medical attention.

“Wait-” one of the agents shouted, only to cut himself off with a string of expletives upon being confronted by an amorphous mound of flesh and hair barreling towards his direction. The shot fired by another agent closely guarding the noncombatants present did little to deter the monster, leaving the man to physically divert the monster away from the vulnerable pair.

“Burnet, escort those two out of here before we get surrounded,” their squad leader instructed, “and contact headquarters about sending someone to cut off the guy who ran away.”

Complying with a nod, the blonde helped up the woman whose ankle she’d healed. “Don’t croak,” she said pointedly before cloaking the trio in a spell that would hopefully obscure them from any monsters.

The three Sigma-32 agents remaining managed to deter the monsters from making their way into the city. However, more monsters had joined the fray, and soon enough the squad was gradually getting overwhelmed by the numbers. The largest of the eleven remaining monsters smashed its meaty fist into the concrete, barely missing the skull of the agent it had been targetting. With a roar that pushed the brunette back, the eerily oversized and muscular hamster-like monster prepared to take another swipe at the agent. With no time to dodge so soon after recovering from the first strike, the agent braced herself in hopes of minimizing the damage.

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While Sigma-32 fended off the waves of deformed monsters, the mysterious figure fled South until the ache burning in his lungs forced him to a stop. Perhaps fearing suffocation, the man tore the cloth bag from his head, revealing bloodshot eyes and messy black fringe pasted to his sweat-slickened forehead. As his hunched figure painfully heaved up and down, his right hand tossed the bag to the side and reached up to lift his sleeve and trace the malformed outline of his left arm. The wounds underneath the bandages had bled out, painting large blotches of red stains upon the bleached cloth. His body carried a similar stench to the monsters that Sigma-32 had encountered, yet it didn’t seem to bother the man and neither did the throbbing pain of every aching muscle.

Having rested enough to catch his breath, the man hid his arm back under his sleeve and slowed to a leisurely walk. This time, he remembered to cast a spell to silence his footsteps and hide himself away from prying eyes. Unfortunately, there was little he could do about the scent of his tainted blood seeping through his clothes.

In addition, the building he’d been so desperate to distract Sigma-32 from approaching had already caught the attention of a few agents that had been dispatched to ensure the other areas in Sector 6 were clear. Once someone had done the honors of taking care of the collapsed door, the inside of the building would reveal a mess of sloppy prints upon a thick layer of dust. It was as if the collapsed exit had never been meant to be used as an exit at all.

Heading into the corridor to the left of the empty space would result in the smell of decay growing stronger. Soon, the corridor split into two. To the side was a door left slightly ajar to a staircase leading downwards. Otherwise, the corridor continued onwards where another door existed several meters away. The locked steel door looked almost like a vault and a faint ticking noise could be heard from within.
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With a roar that pushed the brunette back, the eerily oversized and muscular hamster-like monster prepared to take another swipe at the agent. With no time to dodge so soon after recovering from the first strike, the agent braced herself in hopes of minimizing the damage.


Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6

There is a sound, sudden like a rifle shot, ringing out like a clarion call over the din of battle. An almost bestial roar, echoing amongst the broken skyscrapers. The animalistic cry is backed by the monumental thoom of thunder, resounding deep in the agents' bones. For many, this would be have been a sign that things would become much worse. After all, the sound was a primal, aggressive thing, belonging surely to some ancient beast of legend. Harkening back to the Calamities of Sinoan myth, where death came on swift wings, with flame and frost and acid in their maws. But for the Agents of Arcarum that had experienced it before, this was no cause to despair. Indeed, quite the opposite.

For Ygero Gronde, Agent Ladon, always arrives with that kind of style.

A flash of light illuminates the street like a meteor's flight, before Ladon slams into the head of the enormous hamster with both feet, his blow infused with the natural help of gravity, as well as the mystical power of lightning. The Dragonborn is grinning, before he does a quick flip off of the hamster's head, knocking it back away from Sigma-32 as he makes a graceful landing. Even from the moment Ygero hits the ground, he's bouncing on his heels and settling into a guard position, his eyes scanning for more threats and the condition of Sigma-32, even as the rest of his team follows into the fray. He moves with a fluid, natural sort of grace, in the same manner a dragon might unfurl its wings or swim through its hoard of gold. He was born to fight, and it certainly showed.

"Cavalry's here, my dudes! Sorry for being a little late!"

Somehow, even in the midst of a chaotic monster attack, the enthusiasm in Ygero's voice burns as bright as ever.
 
LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
HQ ( Nano Nano ); Evander ( Remembrance Remembrance ); Evergreen ( Dawnsx Dawnsx ); Cobra ( Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian )

Green chassis and tall profile marked the presence of the leader of Lambda Five Niner. An anti-riot android, designed by Mobius Corporation from a time before the Sentient Patriots Acts was signed into law, their simple design bespoke of their intended purpose - an efficient tool of peace via order. But as society advanced and adapted to the influx of interdimensional interactions, it was not deemed as strange to see these functional automatons among a vast array of fantastical races. For the Goliath with a baton in his hand, it was just another day in paradise.

It was expected to be a quiet day for the android squad leader, of whom had donned a pair of striped shorts that he recently ordered online. A time to get in the spirit of the beginning of summer. Alas, while the robot could have seen a quiet day preparing for the upcoming summer cookout that he had planned with a certain dragonborn from Xi-Seven, he was still liable for the patrol assigned to his squad when the clock struck the appropriate digits. What he did not expect was the sudden redesignation of Lambda's assigned route.

A line was established between the tall goliath and his superiors at Arcarum. It seemed that their supposedly routine patrol was converted into that of a hot pursuit. His lime-green optic rotated, whirring swiftly as he processed the information assigned to his squad. Looking back at the other artificial entities that formed the bulk of their self-entitled "ArtiCLE" team, the squad leader finally broke silence, as he transmitted their new task over their issued earpieces.

"New mission directive: Pursue and capture HVI (High-Value-Individual), designation - Nexus.
Description: Male, last seen with cloth bag overhead. Sustained possible injuries.
Last known location: Two-hundred meters bearing South of Sigma-Three-Two's current position.
ROE: Apprehend Nexus. Execute capture order."


"HQ, this is Caiman. Mission objective updated, Lambda Five-Niner is enroute, over." The goliath in striped-shorts replied over peripheral transmission, before eyeing his squad mates. Raising his index finger to the sky, the android twirled it slightly to relay his intentions for the homunculi to hop onto his shoulders.

"Evergreen, Evander, mount up. And, Cobra, try to keep up." Caiman announced, prompting the rest of his squad to make haste, accounting for the route that he would take to keep up with Nexus. "We have a strict secure and capture order. Switch to non-lethals." He added.

===​

As Lambda Five-Niner approached last approximate location of the mysterious Nexus, Caiman lowered himself to let Evander and Evergreen off before examining the odd trails of blood that led forward. Yet despite the present trail, Caiman failed to make sense of the pattern. The android then turned towards his squad mates briefly to contemplate, in regards to the spacious area that they had to cover. Surely, their target could not have been able to take off so easily when they are bleeding this much, could they?

As he scanned their surroundings intently, Caiman turned towards Cobra. Without a single word to proffer, the goliath simply slid his right hand from the top of his head down to his eye-level as a nonverbal gesture for his smaller brother to switch to their thermal visions. Getting on his feet, Caiman signaled Evergreen to cover the right side of the broken road, while pointing Evander towards the sky as to convey his need for the arcanist to find high grounds. It was only reasonable for them to cover all the angles possible where the trail that led them there had come to an abrupt halt. If it is any indication for the crew, the possibility of Nexus in temporary hiding and observing them was steadily rising.
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Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
N nios You Know Rebel You Know Rebel

The higher an agent climbed up Arcarum’s ranks, the less hours they were clocked in on the job. From time-to-time, they might be handed odd jobs when the organization couldn’t be bothered to dispatch a full squad, but their work primarily consisted of targets classified as critical. The vast majority of menial tasks were otherwise put in the hands of agents with less seniority as a means of building up work experience. However, this extra free time meant that squads within the upper ranks had mind-numbingly irregular schedules, courtesy of emergency dispatches. Yes, much like Squad Nu-8’s current mission.

What Mirianne didn’t understand was why the organization insisted on wasting the time of two A Ranked squads on a mere search and scour. The situation was shrouded in ambiguity and warranted caution, but she wondered just what the “unidentifiable substance” was to justify the extra manpower.

While twisting a loose feather between her fingers, Miri gave her earpiece two taps.
“Koschei reporting: It’s unclear if it’s related to the mutated plants, but we’ve determined the source of the monsters that ambushed Sigma-32. Nu-8 will be heading in first. Over and out.”
With her message sent, she tossed aside the feather that faintly carried the scent of rotting flesh. Damage to buildings in the Restricted Areas were typically of little note, but it didn’t take much to spot the feather caught within broken cement and the blood smeared on one of the metal beams and put two-and-two together. Heath—or perhaps Asa—would have already sent the coordinates of the dilapidated building to Alpha-6. Unfortunately for Miri, the latter sent her a look denoting that she was giving the honors of opening the way to the Asterid.

Alas, how could a mere grunt in the mighty Naphtra’s squad refuse orders? Who knows if she’d threaten her with her precious paycheck or something equally as nefarious.

“May your will be done,”
she said flatly before walking towards the building. Without a shred of concern for what could possibly lie beyond the rubble, Miri aimed a sharp kick at the collapsed metal door, sending it and cement flying into the building’s interior with a loud bang. Even if anything of importance had been near the entrance, they would have been trampled by the monsters regardless judging from the state of the doorway. Once satisfied with the size of the space she’d cleared, she vaulted over the rest of the rubble. Intense regret hit her as she seemingly passed an invisible barrier containing the same scent she’d found on the loose feather. An ordinary human might not have been able to smell it, but the Asterid’s sharp sense of smell triggered her to abruptly halt and wrinkle her nose in disgust. Hitting the showers was the first task on her list as soon as this mission was over.

“Your orders, Captain,”
Miri prompted with a hint of urgency, making clear her desire to be in and out as soon as possible.
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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
HQ ( Nano Nano ); Caiman ( Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59 ); Evergreen ( Dawnsx Dawnsx ); Cobra ( Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian )
Although on patrol, Evander's mind had been drawn elsewhere. His thoughts were focused on the plans he had after this short and meaningless patrol. His preparations for this grand event started a month ago, with his finances and affairs situated accordingly. The materials he obtained this time made him confident this time. He had only seen it in literature and the media, the opportunity to obtain a righteous title that beckoned all to gather around him. Knowing this, he understood this undertaking would be arduous, if not perilous, yet he continued on his path of self-satisfaction. Evander would show the upper echelon, bureaucratic fools that B-Rank was not his limit. With the attainment of this title, who could say how far his power would grow. It was all a matter of his determination and tenacity.

Close to the end of the patrol, his mind was firmly set. He would obtain the title; “High Reefer”, no matter the cost.

However, the Gods had other plans for him. As he was finishing up his duties, Evander was alerted by Caiman of a new situation. Sector 6, a restricted zone, was currently under heavy attack by abnormal monsters in line with the appearance of a mysterious man. In spite of all the evidence leaning towards the man being the cause of this attack, the suspect would have no reason to conceal his face with a bag. Evander scratched his brain in thought, thinking that this scenario sounded eerily familiar to a show he watched when he was younger. He couldn't contemplate on it now, he'd have to uncover the truth as the situation progressed.

When offered a ride by Caiman, Evander gracefully accepted. Akin to a royal knight taking hold of a wyvern's harness and eloquently riding it into battle, Evander strapped in. As he did, his dreams of being a savior quickly lost its sustenance as he noticed Evergreen alongside him. Caiman and Evergreen are a couple, Evander reasoned in his mind, it made sense for a couple to stick together.

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They arrived in a functional time, with Evander and Evergreen hopping off, the former surveying the surroundings with a scrutinizing eye. Sector 6 was once a large commercial zone, so he heard. It was clear from the dilapidated building and vine-covered walls that this area had long since been relinquished to the oncoming horde. The sight of the buildings did not sadden Evander, it only grew his interest.

Caiman transmitted his orders. Evander was to get to high-ground, while the rest stayed at their current level. With confirmation of his orders, Evander unfurled six appendages from under his cloak. They widened and grew without limit, each one becoming the size of Evander himself. “It's good that I can get a stretch in-” Without notice, his arms reeled back in supposed pain. Evander too experienced it, connected to his arms, he felt it worse. It was a rancid smell that penetrated all two hundred of his arm's receptors. Like a raging fire, its mere presence was enough to burn and damage him.

Evander only had one choice in this situation, he'd have to sever the link between his arms, allowing them autonomy. Even then, they wouldn't be in perfect condition. Evander patted one of his appendages, reassuring it that the mission will be over shortly. With everything sorted, his appendages climbed a building with a superior speed until he reached his destination. The roof. With a height and view advantage, he could survey the surroundings with a better. Not to mention that the field agent's magic spell; Presence Detection, supposedly worked with a higher efficiency in high altitudes. As he unleashed the spell, he could sense the presence of all kinds of entities. He focused his mental power on finding the location of a single-target, if he could do that, the mission would end shortly after, and he could set his sights on the “High Reefer” title.

“I got something! It's nearby!” Evander yelled out, at the precipice of the roof's edge. It was a faint signal, but he could feel its presence. Besides, the putrid odor being emitted was more than enough to get a lead.
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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59 Remembrance Remembrance Dawnsx Dawnsx Nano Nano

The third generation Strider-class automaton proceeded onto his 28th perimeter cycle during the patrol. So dutiful and uncompromising. But the artificial mechamorphs are not immune to the tedium of guard duty. Whilst cordoning 79% of his core processing power to environmental opposition vigilance, 11% were slaved to memory shifting to amuse himself and the remaining were dedicated entirely to subroutines analogous to organic vegetative processes. Best described as dipping a mechanical claw into an aurous pool containing an impossible amount of delicate, circuit-lined, orbs then plucking it out, a presentation of sorts. Like the time during Operation "Avalanche Pursuit" when Caiman, mechanically-affectionate elder sibling -- sub-designation: brother, granted Cobra the temperature-isolating piece of equipment known as a winter coat with the statement "I LOVE SAN FRANCISCO!" embellished on the back-shoulder spread. Or one point eight solar rotation ago when Cobra tended to a sickly canine with patchy fur and splotched skin. It took six point five months for complete recovery upon which Cobra had attained a mission efficiency rate of 99.7% the highest of his entire career, he estimated that his personality matrices inferred external motivational stress from the need to return to his sickly companion before the Arcarum agent found a forever home.

Ah, the joys of selective reminiscence elimination.

Several minutes after Cobra began his counter-patrol, his internal HUD blinked a hexagonal icon. The oculo-cameras sheathed under his helmet shroud snapped to the fixed icon, before wordlessly accepting the communique attempt in zero point five milliseconds. Caiman radioed Lambda Five-Niner's, dubbed ArtiCLES by superiors, development. Sector Six of The Restricted Zone assaulted by chimeric and mutation monstrosities led by a singular man at the helm, helmed by a cloth bag. His caramel oculo-camera lens expanded in robotic disbelief, prompting an internal comment:

// This entity is magically imbued with idiocy.

Regardless of the emotional sentiments of the robot, the duty has been given. And it must be completed. Anticipating his brother's future commands, Cobra preemptively swapped out to non-lethal rounds and enforced strict power-output limiters so that he never exerts more kinetic force equivalent to organic-expiring levels.

His brother expressed an order which puzzled Cobra, offsetting his cranium by 60 degrees. It took one second for Cobra to ponder the command before formulating a response. "No, brother. You'll be the one to keep up." The caramel lenses turned burning crimson before Cobra switched to his sidearm by his hip. A hiss of steam billowed from Cobra's lower limb actuators and pistons. He entered a runner's start before cannoning forward. His overlay reticles bounced from object to object, plotting out a course for Cobra to follow.

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The combat drone slid to a halt, pulverizing dirt and rock beneath his segmented feet. Behind him, lagging only 20 milliseconds, was Caiman chauffeuring Evander and Evergreen. Demoralised, baned structures stood before them. Wrapped in nature's coils in the form of vines and putrid moss parasitizing concrete. Yet Cobra reacted to it with the abstract interest of a beetle. Utterly meaningless to the cold android. Offering only a paltry sibilant sound as his servos chilled after the exertion. He scanned for hostiles as his brother borrowed his attention for the briefest of moments. A curt nod as Cobra pressed his fingers against his metal temple and rubbed them down the side of his protective face-shield, imparting on his brother that thermal vision is activated and fully operational.

The world, dissolved of detail, appeared a smear of blue with splotches of red from his cohorts. The droid can operate with a negligible reduction to his accuracy. They commenced their survey and hunt for the Nexus.

Evander hollered into their communication channel. A hist for their attention as he seemingly deduced the location of an entity. "Adequate Work, Adobong Pusit." Beamed Cobra as he turned towards his larger sibling to measure himself as the lead while he followed. It is unorthodox as Caiman, being a Goliath class, is larger than him but reconnaissance abilities outstripping h protective capabilities here. Cobra extended a flat hand before pulsing an inaudible echo that only he could hear, like a bat and sonars in submarine had an offspring. He waited for his leader's approval before moving forward in his plan.





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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Remembrance Remembrance Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59

Even as Sage contemplated Lambda-59’s new mission to capture Nexus, he found his mind lingering on an old memory as he rode atop of Caiman. He recalled sitting beside his foster siblings, nearly two decades ago, watching an old American movie. The title and the plot slipped his mind, but the movie depicted automobiles capable of transforming into robots that bore passing resemblance to modern androids. Sage wondered if the human characters ever rode upon their automobile companions like so.

His musing was interrupted when the squad arrived at their designated location. Refocusing himself, Sage hopped off of Caiman and headed for the right side of the road, as per their leader’s orders.

Sage considered their objective before settling on a course of action. Reciting a short incantation under his breath, he closed his eyes and focused on the earth beneath his feet. As he uttered the last words of the spell, he felt himself attune to even the faintest vibrations from the ground, providing a startlingly clear visual of the area in his mind. Aside from the movements of his squadmates, he sensed a fifth presence– presumably Nexus– moving about nearby. Instead of fleeing quickly or perhaps trudging along due to injuries, the target was unexpectedly walking along at a steady, languid pace.

Opening his eyes, Sage spoke into the comms, “Target is moving slowly. How should we proceed?”
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Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
Nano Nano N nios



A static bleep from the micron device signaled that the building coordinates had been sent to Alpha-6 as Asanah parked her motorcycle to the side, listening to any further relevant transmissions. Hearing that Agent Koschei had already reported their status, she quickly convened with her present squad members by the collapsed exit. With both hers and Miri’s senses to narrow down highly suspect areas in the vicinity, they found the place quite shortly after the mission was delivered, in the opposite direction from where Nexus was last sighted. There were already many points of suspicion during the briefing that led her instincts, while her experience could only help in proceeding with caution regarding the unknowns before them.

With a look too fleeting to be considered a gesture, Asa was prepared to warn Miri of the expected stench but ultimately chose to ignore it for reasons the latter may assume about in their free time. “Haze, assist Koschei,” Good work as always She smiled lightly, partly empathetic and partly amused. “And also prepare a perimeter spell. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out without us knowing.” While she would want nothing more than to keep Miri by her side going forward, mainly as a ventilator, Heath was better company to keep the asterid composed. If the rancid corpse smell or her dear subordinate’s distress bothered her, their leader gave no indication moving on ahead - despite the truth being that she was excessively made aware of the distinct miasma lingering everywhere. Not wanting to miss any potential details, the naphtha refrained from using her wind magic to protect her sensitive endowments.

Suppressing her nausea, Asa steadily surveyed the first room, discerning points of recent activity within the filth: the size, weight, and trajectory of whatever acted contributing to her mental diorama. While she could visualize the process, she only formed a vague identification of the culprit that caused the damages. It was only took moments from start to finish, her hands raised motioning Nu-8 to follow after they secure the area. Reaching the corridor, Asa glanced at the staircase leading downward before training her eyes on the steel door ahead, a frown forming. She considered the kind of building they were occupying and what kind of purpose a vault-like room would be used for besides the obvious.

“Koschei, I got another door for you, check out the room ahead with me," She called, "Report if you recognize the sound, otherwise be careful.” As for Heath, she informed him to scope out the stairwell posthaste and use his judgment for his next course of action, or until she has new orders for him. Letting Miri lead the way, Asa kept alert for any changes.
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Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
N nios You Know Rebel You Know Rebel

Nodding wordlessly to convey her compliance with her squad leader’s orders, the disgruntled Asterid approached the heavy steel door with her usual degree of caution. That is, none. The mechanical ticking hadn’t yet piqued her interest, until a closer inspection revealed that the door itself was the source of the noise. Accompanying the ticking was the muted and barely noticeable thrum of mana.

Magitech,
Miri thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. Given her body’s stubbornly oblivious constitution regarding anything related to standard magic, she couldn’t sense a lick of the presence of mana, its flow, or any of those other vague terms that the magically-inclined threw around. She was nonetheless equipped with the knowledge that the technology that the Fae were so proud of were extremely discreet in terms of the mechanical. That is, a door enchanted with Fairy Script wouldn’t make such a noise, therefore she could only assume that the cause of the sounds were magitech-related defense measures.

With an unusual amount of restraint, the Asterid gave the border between the door and the wall a kick. It was just enough to test the strength of the structure without potentially breaking anything behind it. Coming up with no results to show for her actions, she turned and gave Asanah two shakes of her head.

“Magitech,”
she announced, knowing there was no need to elaborate further. Given the way she detonated her guns by pitching them at monsters, all agents within Nu-8 were familiar with the destructive effects of arcanium when hit with a large enough impact. It’s not like they wouldn’t survive, and there was no telling whether the energy source was stored within the door or somewhere adjacent to it. However, she doubted HQ would appreciate “reckless actions that led to the destruction of crucial evidence.” More so than the forensics team’s response, the mere thought of having
that clown’s
judgemental gaze burn into her scalp as he typed away at their mission report made her seethe.

To continue her point, Miri lightly tapped the steeltoe of her boot against the small gap between the door and the corner of the corridor.
“We could attempt to break the door out of the wall itself, but we don’t know what has been installed where. There’s no telling what materials are stored near the door, either. Alpha-6 has an engineer, so it’s best we leave this to them.”
Brute force couldn’t solve everything, and picking locks was unfortunately outside of her realm of expertise. Perhaps it was best if they made their way back towards Ikilen’s direction.
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XI-7
Ξ7
DATE:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
TAGS:
Nano Nano ThatWhichShouldBe ThatWhichShouldBe BluEndings BluEndings SilverBlack SilverBlack

FFSSHH!

With a sudden flash of lightning, the amorphous blob that had been chasing one of the Sigma agents was suddenly sent flying away several feet and in its place, in the blink of an eye, suddenly stood Veren, the illustrious, legendary Agent Raikou. At least, those were the adjectives she'd use to describe herself, and if nothing else, she liked to show people that she lived up to those words. It seemed they all had managed to arrive in the nick of time, and not a moment too soon.

These monsters really had no sense of self-restraint, but that was fine. Veren struggled with such a concept too, for better and for worse.

Having used her Godspeed technique to crash into the monstrous mound at high speeds, Veren knew it would take more than that to keep a monster of that size down, so with that, she proceeded to draw her favored sword, the Vajra, with her right hand and kept a close eye on the recovering creature, hardly giving the agent near her a passing glance.

With her left hand, she patched into her comm link to address the other two agents in her squad while Ladon had already taken to the hamster-like monster. "Mirin, Levee, won't you two be dears and aid the Sigma agents with the horde? It would be most appreciated if you could!" She said with an inappropriate degree of levity in her voice, even giving a brief laugh as she spoke.

It wasn't that she didn't take the mission seriously, nor could she really say this was in any sense of the phrase a trivial matter when the lives of others were on the line, but as someone who proved her worth as an A-Rank agent, Veren was so accustomed to these sorts of battles, her enemy would have to manage to last more than four hits before Veren would have to stop going through the motions and get serious... and the oversized meatball had three more hits to go.

Neither waiting for her subordinates' response nor seeking their confirmation, Veren finally gave the nearby Sigma agent a sidelong glance, giving a brief grin and flashing a fang at that. "As for you... I suggest you should run. This shan't be pleasant to look at, unless you are that stricken by me," she said wryly with a wink, before focusing her gaze back toward the monster, the Vajra crackling with electric energy as she began to take a stance, waiting for the creature to make its next strike, and act accordingly.
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Your Mom's:
A Hoe
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
Nano Nano You Know Rebel You Know Rebel

"So, tell me again, Mr. Ikilen... You said you're sti—"

"Pardon me, my sweet,"
said Mr. Ikilen as the subtle quiver of his micron device captured his attention. He hummed. The man named Heathcliff Ikilen was skilled in façades. He appeared disappointed from the interruption. These meetings were not cheap after all. However, nothing could fool the all-knowing therapist who saw right through Heath. Beneath the layers of mana and pomposity, he was elated to skip out on their appointment once again. Heath stood from his cushioned seat and patted down his trousers.
"Duty calls as usual,"
he smiled before her. This victory belonged to him.
"...but same time next week?"


The therapist looked unconvinced and shook her head as she tossed her frames aside. As Heath exited the office, her irked voice called out before the door cut her off. "You can't keep running fr—!"

===
Of course, Veils are the most useful for ambiguity. The Anima's presence was left undetected throughout his journey to Sector 6, so his arrival was fairly quick. As Heath arrived at the location, a much needed sigh of relief escaped his lungs, but the unpleasant stench— one with the capability to bring down even the toughest of Arcarum agents— made even him regret his decision to breathe.
"My,"
Heath began into his earpiece— pleasantry feigned in his voice.
"Haze bestows his presence, but pray tell. Did Skull molt again?"


Heath remained in the rear of the party as he executed the task of laying out a perimeter spell. Upon completion, Heath finally stepped through the rubble.
"Good gracious, Koschei. Your handiwork never ceases to surprise me."
The door Koschei kicked had a noticeable dent carved into it. A mental note was written in Heath's memory. There were many things Heath was tasked to do— both during and after a mission. Reports were inescapable from his detailed (yet precise) commentary. There laid eloquence with every swoop of his pen. Pride for the great care and time he placed in every report must have gained himself recognition; yet somehow, his leader's name always found its way on top? No matter... This was their typical dynamic.

A shroud of earnestness replaced his lighthearted demeanor.
"Copy that. Approaching stairway."


Disdain brewed within his core at the unsightly appearance of the place. His muted footsteps stepped over the fallen prints and debris in his path and a gloved index swiped across a table. He rubbed the dust between his fingers.
...servants were discarded for sloppiness,
he thought. Heath began to descend the stairs leading to the basement. He noticed the accumulation of dust was less severe in this area- as if constant activity occurred there alone. Heath's attention shifted to the trail of blood along the steps. His jaw clenched.
Had they worked for me, they would have been slaughtered...


At the end of the staircase was a door— an ordinary door without a lick of Magitech or Fairy Script. Yet, Heath proceeded to approach it with caution regardless. Unlike a certain Asterid who took pleasure in destruction, Heath twisted the knob like a normal being would. An arm covered his nose as soon as he entered the room. The smell of fecal matter, rotten flesh, and blood... Heath flipped the light switch and lo and behold was a displeasing display. There before him were cages and upon further inspection, there were animals within them. Some of which were dogs that still carried their collar.
Of course... The police wouldn't pay much mind to missing dogs. The families who had to go through such misfortune...


"I would advise not to come down here until further notice,"
he prompted into his earpiece. It was his attempt to remain courteous to his cohorts who have a far more sensitive sense of smell than he did.

The animals sensed Heath's presence the moment he walked in. While some grew hostile in their confinement, others remained indifferent or afraid. Heath made note of lumps protruding along the skin and the poor state of the room gave slight indications of how long these animals could have been held captive.
"These bumps look almost cancerous,"
Heath mumbled— unfazed by the lump-riddled hound snapping its jaws at his face.
"Who the hell did th— "


A scuffle caused the Anima to pause his commentary. He snapped his head in the direction of the noise. At the end of the room was another door. The movement beyond the door continued; it grew louder the closer he approached. In a hushed voice, he spoke into his earpiece.
"I'm sensing movement. Procee— "


As Heath's hand hovered over the door knob, a brute force tore through the door, which resulted with his earpiece to cut out. A crash could be heard to those scouting upstairs followed by a sheath of a sword.
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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
HQ ( Nano Nano ); Evander ( Remembrance Remembrance ); Evergreen ( Dawnsx Dawnsx ); Cobra ( Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian )

One of the most outstanding topic rarely discussed about the Article, despite their artificially-manufactured backgrounds, was the fact that they were able to function independently. As seen in there synchronized understanding of each other's capabilities and that of their cohesive actions, Lambda Five Niner abilities dwelled in the fact that they were just as diverse in their skillsets as they were non-human.

With Evander situated on high grounds, he was able to retrieve a general direction for the squad. At the same time, his announced presence from an elevated position was sure to cause Nexus to panic. But Caiman had accounted for such discrepancy. When in a fight or flight circumstance, this act had a high chance of persuading Nexus to give in to their emotional response and act on their impulses. What Caiman expected, at least, was for their target's heartbeat to spike, giving Lambda further advantages at pinpointing their position.

Cobra, clearly built to pursue, given his recent display of maneuverability and speed, was purposefully positioned on the ground. Knowing his little brother's functions, the thermal vision demanded was a reasonable choice as the abandoned sector retained poor visibility to the naked eye. Furthermore, Caiman wished to confirm their target's profile. If they went undetected on thermals, it meant that they were capable of stealth and in some cases - dismissed as a non-human, as their mana composition would interfere with regular thermal optics. And in most cases, they well-versed with sound and vision manipulation to mask their presence. Other than that, Caiman had faith in Cobra's marksmanship, about eighty-six percent sure of their precision should it came down to sticking a tranquilizer dart in Nexus's back.

The last and sure-kill guarantee for Lambda's mission was Evergreen's resonation with the ground beneath his feet. In combination with Cobra's sonar ping and Evander's eyes on high-grounds, the squad was able to narrow down a specific vicinity of Nexus, somewhere close to the roundabout before them. The area was littered with abandoned vehicles and collapsed light poles.

Chuckling softly to himself when Cobra responded to their Squid, Caiman's apex cycled back and forth to examine their forward terrain. "Confirmed." Caiman replied to Evergreen, before finalizing his tactical plan for Lambda to execute. His left hand extended thirty-degree pointing towards the far left side of the open grounds. His external speaker muted itself, as he switched over to his internal communication service to relay his order directly to his squad mates' earpieces. His lime green optics fixed on the abandoned fuel truck in the middle of the road before them, of which had limited their direct visibility on the ground. Deducing that to be Nexus's concealment state, Caiman finally spoke.

"Cobra take the left flank, and deny Nexus of his primary escape route. Evander, circle around the right and rendezvous with Cobra at the main road. We will encircle and envelope them from three sides." He said, curling his right fist to activate his Micron device. A blue selection panel then slid into his internal display, prompting the android to confirm his request. Upon doing so, his neurotransmitter shot its invisible transmission towards the sky, hitting the satellite above Earth in a matter of seconds before it ricocheted back to Arcarum's Headquarters in Arcvine City. Operators within the command room then scrambled to review the process, before hitting the appropriate passcodes to gain access to the condensed equipment within their allotted space. Snapping back to Caiman and his squad on the ground, the robot then received a message over his screen.

[Request for release of Mobius M415 GRCS acknowledged and granted. Equipment deploying.]

Caiman's right arm then materialized a large reactive composite shield, built specifically for the goliath himself. The radiant cyan glow then dissipated as soon as the shield was fitted into the rail-snapped release on his forearm. Caiman then turn towards Evergreen again.

"Evergreen, you have the honor of apprehending Nexus. Be advised, high chances of an ambush. But we have your back. Proceed with caution." The Goliath then gave the homunculus a thumbs up.
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Alpha-6
Iscariot: Freyhard Helsarvich
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Khocolatte Khocolatte (Alouette), WinterFestivity WinterFestivity (Maeve), Admiral19 Admiral19 (Mordere)

A silent breeze brushed past the former professor as his calmful gaze laid upon the structure that was abandoned by the target of interest. He stood alone before the crumbling building, infested by the roots of nature, giving off an eerie atmosphere as it stood empty of life.

He stood ready but not hostile, keeping his hands and arms hidden beneath his regalia. In the center of his palms sparked condensed lightning that was prepared to become a weapon at any given moment in case of an ambush, but from how things were going, it was more than likely that his guard was unnecessary. Even so, as expected of an A-rank agent, he wasn't one to enter a battle unprepared. And judging the nature of this particular operation, many secrets were most likely going to be uncovered once he entered that building, along with a challenge that may halt their progress greatly if he wasn't prepared for the threat.

Iscariot's signature grin remained unchanged as he checked his watch, as the minute hand twitched to six, signaling the others that it was time for a planned rendezvous. The place of meeting would be the concurrent location of Iscariot, as the others began finishing up their battles to clear the area of any possible critters that would be lurking beneath the shadows.

And just like that, in mere seconds, Alpha-6 reunited before the minute hand had the chance to move. Behind him stood three familiar members of the squad, each harboring unique powers and skillsets that helped them obtain the rank of A.

"A brief status report would be preferable," Iscariot began his usual protocols as he walked towards the abandoned building, "we wouldn't want any redundant anomalies to appear before us. After all, we wouldn't want to exhaust Alouette in case of a sudden assault.
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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
HQ ( Nano Nano ); Caiman ( Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59 ); Evergreen ( Dawnsx Dawnsx ); Cobra ( Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian )
In spite of the distasteful use of wording that Evander was not aware of, the homunculus gathered his orders without any further instruction. “That's mean, you walking telephone pole.” Evander replied, his monotonous voice hiding the foulness of his words. Oddly enough, this was the relationship they had established seemingly out of nowhere. Cobra would, without fail, comment on Evander's anatomy, then after, Evander would respond with a snarky reply of his own. While other squads may look at this as unsavory or unbecoming of an elite squad, Evander felt that this only furthered their relationship. It had been only three earth rotations since Evander had not only witnessed a mating dance in real life, but considered doing one of his own to Cobra. Perhaps it was time to fully commit himself to Cobra.

As Evander danced across the rooftops, he cleared his mind of all unnecessary distractions. The subtle yet ever-present blowing of the wind, discarded. The number of crumbling, worm-eaten, and enormous establishments, discarded. The faint and tenacious heartbeat, discarded. He rid himself of all that did not benefit the situation at hand. The effects of such an act were difficult to see, however, the failure to establish these conditions could very well inhibit his magical capabilities.

The homunculus' movements ceased as he readied himself parallel to where Cobra would be. Evander's hands tensed as he felt mana circulate through him. Akin to a transformer box, Evander turned the volatile energy permeating about him into a cleaner, safer version. It raced through his arms and out of his palms, extending itself out into the surrounding air. 4 swords, alight with blazing flames, manifested themselves around Evander's center of gravity.

One with a rich sense of Rochestian's history would recognize the faint embellishments drawn over the magical swords. Rocheste's second king, following the death of the third queen, was plagued with a deep sense of paranoia. His fear struck him in all manners. He hallucinated the acts of his courtiers abandoning and betraying him. Each word that left the mouth of his advisors exuding a vague sense of poisonous intent. Soon enough, the king's paranoia manifested itself into reality. His four most loyal advisors and councillors stabbed him to death. Evander's magical swords were named Candar's Kingslayers, an apt name for what ended the reign of the paranoid king.

He readied them with ill-intent, a last resort to keep the Nexus from prolonging the pursuit. His appendages were cloaked underneath his shawl, hidden in size and appearance. Evander remembers Caiman offering advice on fighting intelligent monsters, that they shouldn't reveal everything to their foe, instead they should slowly introduce new elements in the fight to keep their opponent off their guard. This was the purpose of his hiding of his most essential trump card.

“I have arrived at my destination. I am ready for combat.” Evander relayed through their internal communications network. “Permission to establish contact with Nexus?” Although dangerous, if both the Nexus and Lambda Five-Niner were to end this confrontation peacefully, it would be beneficial for both parties. However, given Caiman's favoritism and love towards Evergreen, it was likely that the former would leave the decision to the latter. Couples really are something, Evander quietly thought to himself.

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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59 Remembrance Remembrance Dawnsx Dawnsx Nano Nano

The metal digits of Cobra tightened around his angular rifle, listening to his brother-leader's summation of his orders. Left Flank, Rendezvous With The Squid, and Seal Off Nexus' Routes. His thorax procedurally hummed with the power of his core though not as magnificently mighty as Caiman's quad-stacked, the sound machine's weighted body required capacity greater than the plain androids. When done, Cobra replied with a succinct nod. Cobra, the slacken professional to his brother's stoicism, understood from their brotherly bond that Caiman would have given him the option to pursue the suspect. The Chase has always been what Cobra --his model line, actually-- was good at, they were not called Striders for nothing.

Set. GO!

The legs of the Strider piston against the leaves-covered, tree-root exposed dirt. A stream of audio-visual data poured into his computational cortex. To a human --or one disposed with lax reflexes-- the world would look like a blur of warm and cold colours and detail vague shapes but to Cobra, pictures in motion. Comparing it to the art of animation would be woefully inadequate. Even the noises, of nature, of his steps, of wind were a picture. A fleeting form of robotic synesthesia. A tapestry so fine a beauty.

Sadly, Cobra put an end to these sensations by diverting processing power away from these (or all unnecessary) subroutines. Exactly in time for Evander's clever quip about the robot pursuer's physico-conceptual resemblance to archaic forms of telecommunications technology. Mordant humour, a solid attempt which Cobra would later rate as amusing on one level.

As the flanking maneuver continued, the acoustician cut through an alleyway then hopped once then into leaped! His hands release the rifle to dangle around his machine choke. Limbs jackhammered into the crumbling side, before eerily advancing in a lizardlike fashion on the wall. Reaching the edge, his shoulder actuators bent then pulled him over the edge that were aided by tilting his waist to clear it sooner.

On the roof, Cobra knifed to the side that faced Nexus' suspected position; an unorthodox, but effective ambush point. Should, as improbable as it seems, Cobra miss the tranq-shots then he can rapidly gravitate towards the ground in a safe manner and proceed the routing.

"I am in position to neutralise as well." He chimed over the squad radio, informing the others of his status. "Overlooking the main road, no sign of HVT yet."


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Alpha-6 
Alouette; Ivelisse Ruiadhrí
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Arkangel Arkangel (Iscariot), WinterFestivity WinterFestivity (Scáthach), Admiral19 Admiral19 (Mordere)

Just a few kilometers east from the decrepit building where the members of Alpha-6 were to rendezvous, Ivelisse was left to face a horde of horrendously mutated foul beasts. From what she could recall with her encounter with the monsters, some lacked a pupillary response to light. They didn't flinch or wince or cower, or scowl or grimace any more than they usually did, probably due to some level of nerve damage, while others reacted just the same as any other Earth beast—not that it really mattered when she was going to decimate them anyway, but it was interesting enough information to keep stored within the archives of her mind. Within a matter of minutes, what seemed to be a couple dozen creatures dwindled down to a select few, which were slightly more nimble and crafty than the rest.

Coming towards her from different directions were the intimidating bear-rat, the overgrown, rabid feline cat with a torso and front legs disproportionately larger than the rest of its body, and some sort of gerbil that she somehow missed, whose teeth were reminiscent of a leech's. If she'd timed herself correctly, Ivelisse had only two minutes left until she would be late for the meeting, taking into consideration the time it would take for her to get there as well. Not once had she ever been late, and she did not want this instance to be counted as the first time.

Quickly she drew a light-based scimitar from the palm of her hands and, as the hybrid stood on its hind legs to swing at her, slashed at the mammalian-gerbil's exposed underbelly while using her left arm to withstand the weight of the beast and to block her face from getting clawed. Due to the impact of the strike and loss of balance, the beast stumbled backwards and fell, unexpectedly taking Ivelisse down with its tail, flicking in pain, leaving an opportunity for the wildcat to strike. It pounced, and with the limited time to realize what would happen as it did, she instinctively rolled over enough to still be within its reach before she jammed the weapon repeatedly into its juggular, and again into its skull. Then she got up without a second to spare to see that the largest beast was still down, and that thankfully, the lantern whose handle was attached to her chest remained relatively unscathed. Slowly and cautiously, she walked over to it and stood in front of its body before graciously delivering the final blow to its head.

By now, Ivelisse assumed that the two minute marker had long passed and began sprinting towards the meeting site, but she couldn't help but to think she was missing something.

Oh, right. The little rodent, which was apparently suctioned onto her leg. A little detail she'd forgotten.

Briefly coming to a stop, she effectively squashed the rodent with her heel so that it was nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh and fluids, and then continued hastily on her way.

Just ahead of the building, she could see the faint outline of the tall Professor Freyhard—or Iscariot, as she was told to call him in professional settings—and sprinted as quickly as she could to apologize for being tardy. The anima skidded to a stop, with a small cloud of dust appearing before her feet as her hair and dress flapped forward for a brief moment. Luckily enough, Mordere and Scáthach appeared beside her just moments after she'd arrived, indicating that a 'sorry' was not in order.

Since she arrived first, she would be first to provide a status report from her area. "Alouette has eliminated all foreseeable beasts within her vicinity," she stated firmly as she used a handkerchief to remove any grotesque residues from the parts of her body that she could reach. She then waited for the others to report, patiently, before inching towards the silver door at the end of the corridor. The further she went inside, the more reluctant she became about entering the building, especially because of the smell. In fact, if she had a sac of bile like the others did, there was a likely chance she would puke, if not grow nauseous, from the overwhelming stench of singed, sulfuric flesh. However, seeing as how the others did not back down, she decided to continue forth, mimicking their hand gesture as they held their fingers over the bridge of their noses to block out the putrid smell. For the most part, it worked.
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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Remembrance Remembrance Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59

Sage inclined his head in a silent acknowledgement of Caiman’s plan. With his perception magic still active, he could sense Evander and Cobra moving as per their leader’s orders. And between their positions, concealed by the fuel truck, must be Nexus. With the concrete location provided by Caiman, he could feel the vibrations from their target's movements that much more distinctly. Judging by his steady breathing and heartbeat, Nexus didn’t seem to be aware of their presence yet. Not wanting to squander this opportunity, Sage cast a spell to mute his footsteps and quickly approached the fuel truck.

He halted once he was parallel to Nexus, still obscured by the vehicle. They were still a fair distance away from each other, and Sage was uncertain whether his next course of action would be effective. But then, he remembered Caiman’s reassurance, that they “had his back.” Recalling the words made something in Sage settle a little. Indeed, with Evander and Cobra cutting off Nexus’s escape routes should things go awry, Sage did not need to hold any reservations.

Quietly reciting another incantation, Sage commanded his mana down and forward, pushing past the truck until his magic permeated the earth under Nexus’s feet. The crackle of the ground was all the warning that Nexus got before three slabs of rock shot up at an angle to envelop his body in an earthen tomb, leaving only his head exposed. The sharp, uneven edges of the rocks pressed against the tender skin of Nexus’s neck; any attempts to free himself would surely pose the risk of injury.

Sage’s chest swelled the way it did whenever he succeeded at a difficult maneuver, but he tamped down the feeling. They were not done just yet. With a wave of his hand, he yanked the earth beneath him upwards and leapt, using the force to propel himself over the fuel truck. He landed deftly in front of Nexus. The man was struggling against the rocks, but as expected, he couldn’t do much at the moment without hurting himself.

“Target apprehended,” Sage said into the comms. “Awaiting further instructions.”
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Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
Pilgrim59 Pilgrim59 Dawnsx Dawnsx Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian Remembrance Remembrance

By the time the suspicious man had noticed he was being tailed, it was too late. The ground beneath his feet trembled before slabs of stone rose and engulfed his body within its earthen maw. His panicked struggling would dig the sharp edges of the rocks into his throat, enough to elicit a hiss of pain but not to the extent of lacerating the thin muscles of his neck. The realization that struggling would only harm him settled down his movements, replaced by the frantic shifting of his eyes.

“No! I can still-!” he shouted, only to get cut off by a fit of coughs. Despite being in no shape to shout, he resumed babbling nonsensical apologies, beseeching whatever entity he had seemingly hallucinated for another chance.

In the midst of the man’s rambling, the squad’s communications crackled back to life. This time it was a soft, almost nervous voice, identifiable as being Lif’s for the agents who remembered the Naphtra from past missions. “Good work,” she said, accompanied by the sounds of papers being shuffled. “They’re uh- unpredictable when desperate, so authorization to sedate the target has been given. Use physical restraints if his condition is too poor for the former. A crew is waiting to transport Nexus for um… further interrogation. I’ll be sending the coordinates. Err, that is all…”

A beep followed by a brief vibration from Lambda-59’s Micron Devices indicated that the operator had cut the transmission and marked their rendezvous point as promised.

By the time Lif had completed relaying the squad’s next course of action, the man had gone completely silent. If his eerily blank expression was anything to go by, he appeared almost catatonic. Without warning, the man collapsed into the pocket folded within the stone slabs entombing him. Even when he scratched his temple against one of the stone slabs, he remained entirely unresponsive. However, as soon as he’d reclined backwards, his body convulsed and the entrapment around him burst apart from the force of his now outstretched arms—arms that had mysteriously split into a total of four upper appendages. In addition to his arms, the lump that had grown on his head split off with a sickening squelch, creating another pseudo head next to the deformed shape of what had once been his face.

As the man turned monster broke out of his stone cage, a keen eye would notice the brief glint of sunlight reflecting off of a small object amidst the flurry of broken rocks. A soft plink and crunch would sound as a fist-sized stone landed on top of the glass ampoule which still contained a trace of a thin orange liquid.

Turning to the person closest to it, the abomination locked its sights on Evergreen and clumsily walked on its six limbs before leaping at the agent, claws extended to grasp at his head.
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Alpha-6 
Mordere; Celosia Holzhauer
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047

LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6

INTERACTION:
Arkangel Arkangel (Iscariot), WinterFestivity WinterFestivity (Scáthach), Khocolatte Khocolatte (Alouette)

There were a multitude of creatures that she was dispatching on the way to her meeting point, a multitude of beasts that wished to tear into her, but Mordere wasn't especially slowed; the creatures were, at worst, avian-types the size of a dog, and many of them were yapping at her heels more than anything else. Obnoxious little things, they were.

Well, those were simply child's play compared to what she would eventually run into; specifically, she was soon staring down—up—at a vulture-like creature, rotted meat still hanging from its hooked beak as it hovered a couple meters above the ground. Its hovering was about as obnoxious as the creatures she ran into on the way; she couldn't attack this thing as it was, floating above as foul-smelling winds buffeted the Asterid.

Fortunately, the vulture loved to swoop low and snap at her with its beak, and that's how she found a wonderfully placed point of attack; a still-festering wound, starting from its beak and extending down to its neck. If she could get at that wound and reopen it...The vulture prepared to swoop down again, and rather than prepare to roll away, Mordere stood and waited, staring down in the vulture's wild eyes until she could just barely smell its rancid breath—

There. With a sidestep and a wide horizontal sweep of her arms, Mordere's shortswords sliced cleanly into muscle, tearing across the bird's face and opening the unevenly healed wound, causing the beast to swerve and stumbled in its flight before crashing into the ground. A furious screech that sounded nothing like a vulture's only lasted for a couple seconds before she immediately began following up, one blade jabbing into the base of its neck and the other pushing up into the beast's chest. Death rattles sent vibrations through her blades, becoming less and less intense as it bled from its neck wound. One, two, three more stabs into its chest for good measure, and Mordere swiftly disengaged and made her way past the beast; she had a squad to meet up with.

She arrived not long after Alouette and followed behind Iscariot, being met with a smell coming from the building that was almost certainly worse than the vulture's breath, having to stop for a moment to keep from throwing up. "I eliminated a large avian creature on my way here," she said to Iscariot, "as well as dispatched any smaller monsters I ran into."
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Chapter 001:
Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
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“Acknowledged, head over to Haze first.” Asanah replied coolly, gauging the danger the door could pose if left alone with narrowed eyes. She accepted Miri’s assessment as being aligned with her own, especially given its unmistakable mana signature. Her expression eased, without dwelling on it further, as she appeared imperturbable: whatever it was in there it’ll just have to wait. Her thoughts likewise found comfort in that wordless agreement they could probably survive an explosion with room to spare. Flicking at her earpiece while facing the steel door, she spoke in a voice more rugged than usual, owing the dense, heavy smell:

“Hey old fart, I hope I’m not interrupting school hours but we encountered potential magitech. It’s a door, down the corridor. You won’t miss it. Sending over a recording, right, over.” Whether that info is any useful, well it’s Alpha-6’s problem now. "Advice unneeded,” She finished speaking inside Nu-8’s comms without missing a beat. Turning back, she followed after her team and quickly sided up with the somber asterid. Looking briefly over her companion for her state of wellbeing, Asa’s attention pulled towards the aberrant sounds of animals still a ways down.

In the dimness of the stairwell, she closed her eyes and sensed a headcount. When she opened her eyes, a deeper darkness was set in. “All my ancestors flense them.” She hissed, indignant with kindred ire as another pet owner. And as she was going to continue firing off to Miri’s company, the calmness returned to her face, “Rush down, Haze just woke something, it’s fast.” Sorting through the echoes on short notice, she vaulted off the banister and leaped off. The crash inside came almost right after, even shaking the part of the building they were in, “Haze, stay alert, there’s two.” she informed.

Before the dust could lift upon her landing, Asa had already entered to see the cruel menagerie - now mostly killed or pus-mangled but breathing against broken glass and wreckage. The abled survivors scampered out in frenzied panic, however, she couldn’t pay those pitiful critters any heed. Heath was engaging a long creature skittering around him with its many chitinous limbs. Its segmented armor glared a dangerous red as it thrashed through the smoke with its razor-sharp mouth, somehow managing to deflect the attacking blade of the butler in its wild dance. Then with unholy speed, the massive centipede wrapped around this intruding nuisance, snapping at their blue head from behind. Yet something faster and more frightening was approaching at destructive velocity.

Chips of exoskeleton mixed with blackened fluids splintered off its wide jaws from the impact of Asa’s thrown bat, stunning the ferocious insect for a solid moment, its last-minute lurching saving it from a hasty death which it would later regret. Instead of celebrating, her vigilance rose as she saw a thick claw tearing through the concrete wall like brittle clay. The new hole revealed a furry mass swapping between its snout and muscular arm to clumsily pat around, as though searching for something tasty. An eyebrow twitched as she glanced at Miri in some humor.
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XI-7
Ξ7
DATE:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
TAGS:
Nano Nano Verite Verite ThatWhichShouldBe ThatWhichShouldBe SilverBlack SilverBlack

The two streaks of lightning announcing the arrival of Xi-7 was indeed quite wondrous.

Levee, however, was stuck in a very normal and equally as rigid sprint from much further behind. Phantasma weren’t exactly known for their physical prowess so these movements did not equate to commendable speed, but they did exhibit intent. With no communicated need of immediate medical aid, the spirit had sought to make a more roundabout approach in order to lure out any other possible beasts that had yet to join the centralized fray.

The maneuver did cost a few moments, but it was time easily bought with Ladon and Raikou’s explosive arrivals. Levee’s own was made evident by the emerging glimmering film of moisture that decorated the air in a soft weight-lifting sensation. Then some, by the creation of a pillar of hydrous liquid soon frozen over by their tuft gloves.

Its purpose was simple: a solid location for one’s back in face of the chimeric monstrosities.

Levee then took the thin hand-held object from within their mess of cloth, stuck it firmly into the block of ice, and swiveled their person upward, repeating the process until they decisively landed atop the frigid slope. They took a healthy glance around the battlefield before burbles of liquid formed into the air around them, then narrowing into a series of readied aqueous spears.

With the lances primed it was now only a matter of waiting. Afterall, Levee’s methods differed from the two electric allies that currently wrought dauntless fury to the opposition. The phantasma was, more often than not, reactionary to any foes present. They patiently observed the enemy, one part to learn and the other part to respond accordingly. It also proved efficient in the face of a shared task such as this. It was paramount that Levee themselves didn’t hamper Mirin’s own action.
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XI-7
Ξ7
DATE:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
TAGS:
Nano Nano Verite Verite ThatWhichShouldBe ThatWhichShouldBe BluEndings BluEndings

Mhm.

The air was thick with the deafening sounds of thunder and the overwhelming, powerful-and-all-too-familiar roars of the dragonborn. His movements were as fluid and fast as a meteor that crashed into the hamster-like monster in the brunette’s way in the blink of an eye. Soon following him was the flash of lightning that brightened the sky into a blinding white for a brief second, making a grand entrance for their Tenebria leader. Amidst these chaotic sounds were the shrieks of the monster that were sent flying several feet away, and the low growl of the giant, deformed hamster that was still not dead, but obviously wounded and alarmed. Nonetheless, such a creature was no opponent for the two supreme arrivals - Ladon and Raikou, both A-ranked. They seemed to be radiating just from their presence alone.

Two dramatic entrances. As always.

In much contrast, Albus arrived without much of a presence. He did not find it necessary yet to transform into his bestial form. Thus different from the two wondrous figures of his own Xi-7 squad, his slender, pale figure appeared much more unnoticeable. As the slowest to appear on scene, the white Naphtra allowed the rest three of his squad members to take actions first. Sharp emerald green eyes, vision relatively enhanced as a peryton, took a cautious note of the surroundings as Raikou’s lighthearted voice entered his ears. A degree of nonchalance mixed with her order, if it counts as one. His brows furrowed into a light frown at the strong rotten stench of the monsters’ flesh, mixed with the distinct metallic smell of blood.

He spotted Levee at the frigid slope, then took note of the positions of the Sigma-32 members plus his other two squadmates some distances away. Finally, with the nauseous scent getting stronger, Albus redirected his attention to the mutant beasts that had begun to creep their ways in his direction. Perhaps having come to the realization that the previous two new additions to the grand hunting party were too much to deal with, the thin, bony figure of Albus and a relatively tiny entity like Levee appeared much easier to handle. From a distance away, Albus could see multiple pairs of glaring red eyes emitting their furious glow, accompanied each by a giant blob of fur and flesh, mutated in a way that made it almost hard to identify what creature it originates from. The Naphtra saw no need to transform himself into a peryton and use his peacock tail to draw the monsters’ attention. Them who had separated themselves from their much more dominating companions had formed their own pack and came forth to get rid of these apparently weaker frys.

Sharp, black claws extended out from his nails, his hands nonetheless rested peacefully to his side. Albus appeared unguarded and relaxed, but those who had taken a closer look could see that his mouth had remained unclosed, thin lips mumbling words too soft to carry into others’ ears. It was a long incantation nonetheless. At the same time, he walked to the bottom of the slope that Levee was on, stopping at a spot just enough for the slope to cast a layer of shadow onto him, and just enough for him to avoid the aqueous spears of the phantasma that he presumed would be raining down sooner or after.

Then, just as the numbers of monsters finally lunged forth from just several feet away, the Naphtra abruptly ended his mumbling. With the spell reaching a final note, a powerful gust of wind shaped itself into an invisible, gigantic horizontal blade that slashed its ways into the chimeric herd. Blood splattered onto the ground as a clean cut separated some of the smaller monsters into halves, yet the wounds created on some of the thicker-skinned monsters did not prevent them from charging forward even more aggressively. With another long spell hastily finished in time following the initial one, the vigorous winds formed themselves into an almost impenetrable wall that blasted the monsters backward, just enough to slow them down and be positioned right under the targeted areas of Levee’s aqueous spears.
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Cursed Cradle
Date:
Saturday, 6 April 2047
Location:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
Tags:
N nios You Know Rebel You Know Rebel

A sharp crackle abruptly cut off Haze’s warning from their voice communications. The ensuing crash and panicked rainfall of dainty clawtips skittering across polished stone conveyed all Koschei needed to know. Heeding Skull’s order to hurry to rendezvous with the squadmate, the Asterid rushed down after her, avoiding the incoming crowd of animals (pets, perhaps) by sliding down the railing above their heads. No doubt, the condition of their bodies were heartwrenching to any pet owner. However, there was little she could do without first confirming that the threats in the building had been neutralized. Perhaps if time permitted, she’d round up the remaining animals and check for collars and microchips after their work was done.

Koschei’s landing held a far less dramatic flair than their squad leader’s who had crash landed before her. Amidst the dust kicked up by the Naphtran, a cold voice spoke up.
“Duck, lest you wish to lose that empty head of yours.”
A blur of black and silver shot past Skull, and the Asterid caught the thrown bat before it could clatter to the floor. Rotating once and nearly hitting Haze’s head on the way as promised, she righted her position while simultaneously using the extra momentum to propel the bat towards the corner of the ceiling opposite to them. The resulting twang caused the probing paw to retreat, and the concrete surrounding the direct point of impact crumbled uselessly to the floor below. Fortunately for the squad, the piping between the floors kept the rest of the ceiling stable.

Scarlet eyes gave the room a quick scan before determining the appropriate path to take. However, the woman first paused to deliver a scathing look at the still writhing (albeit looked soon to recover) centipede and then Haze, as if she were looking at a cockroach.
“You let such pathetic vermin cut off your communications? Instead of a clown, perhaps I should reevaluate you as an insect.”
One flick of her hair later, Koschei was gone, jumping from the table to swing onto a pipe and into the room above.

As soon as she’d landed, the owner of the sticky paw charged at her with the intention to bite. When she vaulted over it and grabbed onto the upper half of its snout, its sharp teeth dug into the palm of her hand. Yet the frown on her face was resultant of its rancid breath rather than the feeling its jaw dig into the bones of her hand. Given the oversized raccoon’s convenient positioning over the hole as it leapt at her, the kick to its head as she dropped her body downwards sent both the monster and Koschei careening back downstairs.

Mirianne Elle Philios was not an Asterid that was particularly picky when it came to prey. However, what was normally appetizing only served to make her gag, as dark blood mixed with pus from where its mangled hide had torn. Despite the damage from the kick and the fall, the raccoon had enough energy to buck the Asterid off of its back. She doubted it would go down until the very last embers of its life had been snuffed out.

“Eyes on me, you insolent curs,”
she said, as a familiar scent wafted towards the two monsters. A pause. Then she spoke again.
“And I don’t mean you, Haze.”
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LAMBDA FIVE-NINER
Λ59
DATE:
Saturday, 6 APR 2047
LOCATION:
Restricted Zone: Sector 6
INTERACTION:
Anderson ( Nano Nano ); Evander ( Remembrance Remembrance ); Evergreen ( Dawnsx Dawnsx ); Cobra ( Worthlessplebian Worthlessplebian )

Caiman formed up on Evergreen's side, circling around the truck while Cobra and Evander finalized the closing of their four-man pocket. The squad leader optic fixed upon Evergreen. But before he could commend the homunculus for their swift action, a familiar voice of a certain Napthra echoed across their shared channel. Caiman's optic-camera had relayed their direct actions to their operator without fail. While they were busy with their feet, their overseer was no less engaged with their own analysis of the situation. Before long, a set of coordinates were locked upon Caiman's screen. His green optic glowed briefly, cycling its main lens upon Anderson's mention of Nexus.

They? Caiman processed their operator's words, before firing up his circuit and ramping up his main servos for a forward-leap. A loud shriek of keratin scraping against composite aluminum echoed across the broken road, as a green silhouette emerged from the sudden glimpse of orange glint that flashed across Evergreen's face. The riveting shield had managed to do its job in quick succession, as the tall android emerged from behind the overlapping sheets of metal. His cold-metal visage, lacking of any features aside from reinforced metals, met the mutant's furious blow with his own strength. Rotating his shield upside down with the rotary lock mechanism between the shield and his left arm, Caiman raised his shield promptly and the overlapping sheets of metal extended towards the creature's torso with a force so sudden that it pushed them and the android back, forcing a distance between them. The shield then receded as the android recovered from his shield-bash. Holding his armament with an angled posture, Caiman recovered from his intervention, as he stood in between Evergreen and Nexus.

"Why can't we ever catch a normal detail?" He said with a heavy tone over his internal communication device, remaining a muted machine on the outside. His display screen then locked onto the limbs that Nexus had developed and tagged them accordingly with individual red triangles. The targetted triangles were then transferred and synchronized with Cobra's system, as they both shared the same operating system - an advantage of Morbius technology. Eyeing his shield briefly, Caiman then plucked off Nexus's claw that had embedded itself upon his defensive armament and tossed it aside. His rear hydraulics began to work itself, while his fingers curled back and forth in anticipation of Nexus's next move. As squad leader, Caiman's first thought was to inform and update headquarters. The sooner they could analyze Nexus's attack pattern, the sooner Article could get the job done. But it seemed that Anderson had already anticipated such a development just seconds prior to Nexus's consumption of an unidentified concoction within the ampoule. "Be advised, subject Nexus is multiple-armed and dangerous. Possible enhancer* detected. Initiating Level-Two apprehension protocol." He relayed over the channel to HQ's open channel for his squad to tune in as well.

"You all heard Ms. Anderson. Tranquilize and neutralize target Nexus, then rendezvous with exfil team. Square up, Articles!" He rallied the rest of Lambda Five-Niner, while propping his rear compartments open to reveal several tranquilizer munitions within for distribution to his squad. His right arm reached for one, and secured it within his forearm. "Cobra, target their auxiliary limbs. Restrict their movement and immobilize. Evander, be on standby. Should Nexus attempt to cast a spell, nullify it any way you can. Evergreen, you're with me up front. Keep your spacing and probe them for weakness." The android finalized his relayed tactical command to his squad.

The Goliath finally activated his local speaker, as he eyed Nexus down with an indiscriminating gaze of violent intentions.

"Utrai. Krigys. Kren jah tuha subris belanti mehr dou in fitem. Rys kae tu bau." Caiman announced to Nexus first in Sinoan Common.
"Attention, combatant. We have been tasked with bringing you in alive. Please stand down and comply." He subsequently repeated in Terran English.

The robot then spoke softer next. "...But that does not spare you from a proper beating." Caiman's shield then shifted its overlapping panels, bumping two parallel reinforcements along its skirting profile. The android's right hand then protruded forward slowly, forming an open palm facing Nexus first and then curling up to point at the ground with his index finger. A nonverbal initiation of request for them to comply. He would then extend Nexus a final earthly courtesy in the form of words. "Desist. Now."



*Enhancer: colloquial term for physical substance consumed in general, such as narcotics or elixirs. In this case, referring to the mysterious orange liquid.
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