Ghost in the Machine

[GrieveWriter]

E75...


The Ambassador tilted his head at the recommendation as the holo-screen cut out, before turning and walking back to face the Captain, where he discovered the Theno lazing back in his chair with several trails of steam trailing from his metallic form.


"Sir?" E75 asked as he stood at attention, waiting for an acknowledgement. When he received none, he leaned downward just as a deep rumbling snore emanated from the Captain's metal head "Sir?"


He got in close before placing against the Theno and shaking him awake "Aw come on bro," Captain Skaz said as he yawned, issuing forth a small cloud of steam from within his metal helmet "Can't you see I'm trying to get heated over here?"


"Of course sir," E75 said as he backed up again "I just wanted to inform you that the contacts, apparently Nefarians, have entered a truce with us."


"Nice, nice little guy." Skaz said before patting the Ambassador on the head again, then stretching "Then we'll be moving on to taking down the rest of those anti-air-"


"Actually," interrupted the Ambassador "the Nefarians recommended we speak to their Captain for long term relation-"


"Not our jurisdiction," Skaz interrupted before leaning back in his chair "Theta-Station only authorized checking out the signal. No past Authorization, no deals. Let's just study the damn thing and get back to the Theta-Station."


E75 nodded "Very well, commencing the next drop."


Twenty-Twenty...


The group of Kadrel watched as several more drop pods full of their relatives rained down upon another Railgun, and Twenty-Twenty grumbled as the construct toppled and fell. The rest of the pods brought more reinforcements, but many immediately ran for specific coordinates to join the others down below.


"Okay, this is bull crap!" Twenty-Twenty shouted, "Its like they know where they're going to waste soldiers and just go for it!"


"Got to admit," one of his group mates spoke up "making short work of the Railguns."


"Really didn't know what you expected," another one said "Theno Captains solve everything by firing Kadrel at them. And there is a reason why they still do it."


"I know its working and everything," Twenty-Twenty admitted before waving a hand back at the rising smoke "but just look at the soldiers they're wasting!"


"There'll always be more," said the first one before he patted the second one on the shoulder and began walking back to the front lines "Come on, maybe we can loot some good stuff from the bodies.


The second one nodded "Righteous man." before following him.


Twenty-Twenty just clenched his fist before walking off with the remains of his group to the next Railgun.


Commune...


Commune sighed and grabbed a passing Kadrel, he asked it some things and the two conversed in their language before Commune patted him and let him move on. Then he raised one of his arm devices, known as the M.A.D.s, and spoke through it as he rubbed a hand on the back of his blocky helmet.


"Apparently, that's B06 and a couple of his pod mates from his drop." Commune said through the synthetically altered vocal cords of the device "Of course, they only went through half the crap we did. Don't know about the others, their probably Newborn like me, but B06 is practically a legend."


He checked behind him before continuing "The guy's a walking good luck charm, survived enough stuff that pretty much his entire body is made up of surgical replacements and cybernetics. Wouldn't know it from his record, but every time he nearly dies they put him back together even better then send him on even more dangerous missions where he practically gets torn apart again. I hear he's gotten pretty pissy with life, but I think that's what old age does to Kadrel if they live long enough. Honestly he's technically he's one of the oldest members of our species, hear he's turning fifteen in a couple Galactic Standard months. One lucky bastard."


"He'll do anything to survive, sometimes that means his luck rubs off on teammates, sometimes it just gets them killed quicker." Commune finished before calling out to the aforementioned Kadrel "Hey B06, the Commander here wants a word with you!"


B06...


The group of Kadrel were interrupted by Commune's call, B06 looking up with a look of agitation before stomping over and barking complaints to Commune. As he neared, Commune patted his own M.A.D then gestured to the commander. B06 grumbled under his helmet before holding his own Multiple Application Device up and joining in.


"What?!?" he asked Commune before gesturing to the rest of the Elevator Crew "I'm kinda in the middle of something."


"The Nefarian Commander here," Commune gestured to Valda "wants you guys to help push through the gateway."


B06 went silent, right before one of the members of his group, who apparently overheard this, raised his arms to the sky and cheered.


"First Robot we see, Noob!" B06 called back to his teammate "First one we see I am feeding you to it!"


Noob said something in their language.


"I don't care how, I will find a way!" he turned back to Commune and the Commander "Why aren't we just storming the hell out of it, we got more than enough soldiers here to completely decimate anything in our way!"


"We don't know what kind of traps are up there." Commune pointed out "We'll just be running blindly through a possible minefield."


"Oh, so we're pretty much just the metal ball you throw into the minefield to figure out which path to take."


"Exactly," Commune admitted "now quit being a bitch and do your job."


B06 sighed "I hate you, I hate you with a burning passion."


"Good, use that passion to get through that gateway."


"Screw it!" B06 threw his hands into the air before calling to his team "Get ready near the Gateway boys, its suicide mission time! For you of course but that's just little details."


The Elevator crew mumbled together for a while before shrugging and walking over to wait closer to the gateway. As they did, more rumbling sounds came from the other side of the broken wall. Several Kadrel looked through the hole in the wall to see more pods fall into the cavern on the other side. More Kadrel soldiers stumbling out and orienting themselves, some wandering in through nearby caves to join up with each other.


(@Romulus VenZiel )

 

[Jarkov Malachai]

Before the pawn of the borg could even finish the word brains, a large metal shard impaled itself through its head and into the borg behind it. Thrown by the Feral with one hand with two eyes on the Borg and four on the big bastard, it was slightly confused as to why the shiny colored object that shot death lazers wasn’t in pain, but no matter. Guess one simply has to hit it harder then.


The Feral crouched low and slammed its left two hands into the ground kicking off with the same side backleg and launched itself in a spinning whirlwind to the left as the Big Joe (cause reasons, im calling them that now) tried to smash everything in the area to the lower plane of existence.


Galumora, on her throne, mind whirling and clicking away with almost a ridiculous amount of possibilities and outcomes was only vaguely tapped into her Ferals mind as it battled the Big Joe, however that last sentence that their apparently semi friendly AI said acted more a attention grabber than anything other than Rhiannon, her grandmother bitching.


‘fall beneath your boot’ most likely meant annihilating and crushing into extinction but for Galumora it was something else entirely. It meant enslavement.


“Enslave… Enslave…. Enslave…” the word meant more to the Serai’Drakhoul than any one could ever know. They were free spirits, they roamed, plundered, conquered and simply lived. No hunter of the earth or sky should ever live in a cage. Their fears of it were instinctual, being bond to someone not their host or out of duty railed against their morals and very being. Being treated with no honor, or respect for simply existing or being different?


… there is a reason while the Dredge are very valued as slaves but you hardly ever see on in chains… there are not many of them out there in captivity for this reason. Rubbing the wrong way? More like grinding it with a cheese grater.


A CRACK split the air on the Kukri’s bridge and the command crew turned to watch their Mistress shoot forward, flaps flared, burning such a vivid dark red color and screeched out both a vocal and psychic cry of.


“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!”


A cry that within it contained all the Dredges inborn hate and rage against the shackle, all the fear of being chained, railing against the cold hand which held the choker, their merciless eyes boring down into your own. This was all linked to the image of the Borg, that voice, the big mother fucker trying to kill it


The Feral received… and so it did. It fought… Just like what it was, a wild animal backed into a corner, one with a will to live and the intelligence to back it up.


There was no way that it could attack at the V intersection again so soon without a diversion so it went for the next best thing, its mobility. Twas a flaw in every armor design no matter what it was or could be, the joints would always be the weakest sections on anything.


It was more or less everywhere on the Giant Borg, it was simply to fast for it alone to catch and or harm. However it was not alone, the constant fire from the encroaching other robotic soldiers had caught it more than once in the past minute, its armored chitin bubbling and hissing as its blood from the shallow wounds seeped onto the Big Joe, where it landed and then began to eat away at the metal which housed its vital systems. The blue crystalized liquid dripping… dripping drip drip drop…


The Dredges harassment had given the Nightguards the time they needed to regroup and hopefully create an opening in this behemoths metal skin before their luck ran out, a hole that it could utilize because as of the moment all the Feral could do was bent and crush The Big Joes armor… but should it be able to get inside…

 

[Romulus VenZiel]

-B06-





@GrieveWriter


Commander Valda turned to approach B06 as he watched him and this commune interact. He couldn't help but smile at the creature's extreme displeasure towards getting thrown into the thick of battle as he contemplated as to how this species had managed to keep an intergalactic military so steady when it seemed to be composed out of such an interesting species. He stepped forward, standing above the Kadrel soldier as he cleared his throat, commanding the rambunctious group's attention.


"Very well then." He grunted, urging for silence. "It appears your people speak very highly of you, er, Beeh Oh Six? Yes, I do believe that's what they call you. Now, beyond that gateway you should be able to find the first expeditionary unit of Nafarian soldiers, led by a 'Sergeant Zander', I want you and your Kadrel to push through and assist him with whatever may stand in there way." He explained as he then knelt down and pulled out a circular red device from his belt.


He handed it towards B06, and upon closer inspection B06 could see a series of a few buttons strewn towards the bottom of a device. They were small, and easily took up the least amount of space on the oval shaped device, the rest seemed to be taken up by some form of holo projector that took up the top half.


"You see this?" Valda explained, speaking down towards the Kadrel almost as if he were a child. "It's a communications device that guarantees a secure line straight to my suit. As soon as you find the Sergeant, I want communication established with me immediately. Am I understood?" He asked before nodding his head, and pushing the device into B06's hand before standing up as he gestured towards the arced gateway expectantly.


-Core-


@Jarkov Malachai





Holly and the nightguards recovered quickly from their wounds. While many of them wished to question how the hell some alien freak popped out of their comrade's suit, they had to push any major questions to the back of their minds as they soon found themselves under fire by the rows of Borg soldiers that lined the catwalk. Three of the nightguards were quick to return fire, suffering many hits themselves as they sizzled and popped against their black armor as layers of protective metal peeled away. Holly in the meantime checked her wounds, ensuring that she wasn't bleeding out before checking to ensure her blades still worked. After ensuring that she was still able to fight, she turned her eyes towards the giant borg warrior, who had taken a sudden interest to the Dredge, evaluating it as the highest threat to the giant borg's safety.


It took two, ground shaking stomps as it moved towards the Dredge, the cannon charge that was meant for Holly glowing a brilliant blue as it's charge reached it's height, the light blinding the Dredge as it prepared final firing sequences. Holly watched the beast corner the Dredge as two other nightguards flanked her, each nodding to her, blades extended as they shuddered from the occasional globule of plasma that splashed against their armor. Holly directed one arm straight towards the Dredge, a silent command issued to urge the nightguards to strike the beast as she began to sprint towards the Borg behemoth, followed quickly by her two comrades. The three closed the gap between them and the borg within mere seconds, leaping onto it's back as three pairs of roguetonium energy blades cut straight into it's back.


The combined weight of the three nightguards, easily equating to roughly six hundred pounds caused the hulking robot to rear backwards slightly, raising the massive cannon by mere inches just as it fire -just enough to completely miss the Dredge, barely grazing it's foot as it likely dodged the attack, exploding against the silvered wall behind the Dredge.


The Borg meanwhile, appeared to have trouble reaching the nightguards clinging to it's back as it desperately groped behind itself with it's giant arm with little success. The beast began to spin on it's axis as well, expecting to see the nightguards behind it as it stumbled about the room, slamming into a nearby catwalk, causing a portion of it to crash to the floor along with the borg soldiers that had been firing from it.


"Cut it up Nafarians!" Holly cried out as she began to slice her blades into the beast's back to the best of her ability.


The Nightguards were quick to follow her command as well, making short work of the thick metal plates that served as armor as they begun to dig into the Borg's circuitry. This unhindered success was not to last however, as the nightguard to Holly's left was finally whisked away by the Borg robot before being flung across the room, the man crumpling on the floor before slowly picking himself back up.

 

[GrieveWriter]

B06...


"Right, I got it," B06 sighed as he held the disk to the side of his rectangular helmet, where a sudden small whine emitted before the device magnetically sealed itself to the side of his helmet "get this to Z with the loss of minimal meat shields. Let's just get this over with."


As he finished speaking, the rest of the group assembling watched as he turned and stomped off towards the Gateway. They watched for a moment before turning and following behind him, as they passed he made an effort to hiss at Commune as he walked by. Commune just shrugged it off and nodded towards the gateway, along with the other Kadrel who were left behind. As the Elevator Crew disappeared into the Gateway, the Kadrel began muttering for a moment before dispersing. The large groups began spreading out in whichever direction they could, they waved their M.A.Ds across the ground and walls, leaned against walls waiting, standing idly by as several communicated with their ship from their devices occasionally. Commune stood near the gateway, staring at where the Elevator Crew had disappeared, and just gave a grumble as he too began waiting.


B06 stepped through the Gateway first, with the rest easing in behind him. Upon seeing the other side he immediately lowered his gun and spoke in the usual Kadrel grunts and groans "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."


What was once a dark cave became more like an ancient tech bunker, metallic walls and glowing stuff. Not even mentioning the console, the Nefarians, and the telltale sign of lava, though the Lava was what was really getting to him at that point. One of the few things that hadn't injured him yet, B06 prepared himself by deciding on which piece of himself would suck getting burned/melted up the most at the time.


"Well, it looks like this adventure just keeps getting better!" T03 said as he stroked his helmet suspiciously


"The first robot we see!" B06 reminded him in grunt-speak


(@Romulus VenZiel )

 

[Jarkov Malachai]

The Dredge had indeed leaped out of the worst of the energy cannons attack with agility a cat would be envious of, however the explosion sent the creature flying up into the air where it twisted around and slammed all six of its multi-clawed appendages into the ceiling. The Dredge looked down at the Nefarians Piggy back style hacking and slashing at its back with abandon as slowly but surely they cut away its back armor. It shadowed them from above, like a Xenomorph from those old Terran movies, or a spider skittering up a wall, only with the silent grace of a leopard. It had to avoid the borg soldiers plasma fire every now and then when they looked up and caught sight of it but a few plasma bursts were all they got before its armored chitin did the whole shimmer/ripple effect and by the time optics re-focused it was gone or somewhere that said robot could not fire at it anymore.


Maybe a minute of shadowing in before one the Nefarians were thrown across the room like a rag doll, but his removal from the Big Joe’s back had revealed the hole in its outer armor that the burning red blades had cut, which was the opportunity it had been waiting for.


Gathering its large, powerful muscles, high on adrenaline or the Dredge equivalent if they even had such, under its main body, flesh rippling and bulging as it kicked off, adding a stomach lurching spin to its fall, straight down for that hole in its back.


Have you ever seen something in slow motion, a bullet fly towards you, the grenade or tree that just nearly missed or landed near you? That’s what it was like for the Nefarians on that things back.


This black, pulsating, torpedo came from above like a mac round from orbit. It passed literally a foot away from Holly’s visor, A pale pink set of three eyes met hers even through the protective screen and mesh of materials that made up her visor. They held her gaze for what seemed like an eternity, those star pupil depths, before they closed solemnly.


The Dredge hit the Borg’s weak spot before it could use its gravitational mumbo mind fuckery and repair it with the force of a SABOT round. Metal and electronic parts exploded in the air as the Dredge entered the inner regions of the Borg. Inside the Dredges armored carapace worked much like a combination between that of a snake and a caterpillar almost save that any one who has ever hugged a Dredge knows that those edges are sharp as sin. Its effect could be compared to those shredder balls from the movie BattleShip.


The Borg however had caught wind of this maneuver and tried to move out of the way and was only partly successful as it put the entrance angle of the Creatures attack off kilter. So instead of going right down the middle and gutting it like a fish, the Dredge richocheted off some component inside and ended up exploding out the left hip conjunction zone.


A shower of glowing metal and the crackling of power signaled the Serai’Drakhouls exit from the borg as it hit the ground and slid nearly 15 feet away, covered in metal wiring, components and the like, smoking, burning… and not moving. It read as no life signature detected on all scanners. If it hit anything critical no one knew, it certainly hadn’t destroyed the main Processor or any type of power source as the Borg hadn't gone down yet.


However the Dredge’s attempt did clear away a metric fuckton of shit that was in the way, the gaping hole its entry had created gave holly a clear view of lots of sparking, slowly mending but damaged sections save for a single rather important looking machine that glowed brightly smack dab in the center and well… Lets just say it was a day to destroy important looking stuff.


And far above, in a ship that lay cloaked and unnoticed save for a few lucky souls... a creature grinned as her minions rushed about with preparations... a terrible grin.

 

[GrieveWriter]

B06...





After his exchange with T03, B06 simply grumbled as he eyed the soldier waving his gun at him. He felt the distinct urge to immediately grab T03 and put him on bullet sponge duty, but another Nefarian beat the soldier to the punch. Being Kadrel, B06 was able to identify those who assumed roles of leadership quite quickly, and assumed that if not a higher up, then the soldier was at least giving orders.


Stepping forwards a bit he pulled up the translator in his M.A.D unit before grunting and growling into it again "Sergeant Zander," he called out, stretching the name just in case he mispronounced it somehow "Your Commander sent us in to assist you."


He pulled the circular device from the magnetic field of his helmet and held it out before looking it over.


"Maybe the Signal source went through the lava!" came the grunt-growls of an all to familiar annoyance.


"Working with an alien device, Noob," B06 reminded him "even if I wasn't that's still utter idiocy."


"Hear me out!" T03 insisted as he neared the welded window of the glass "They probably used some form of kinesis to move the hazard out of the way, if the misaligned currents of are any indication it was still recent!"


"Noob, no more getting us involved."


"And judging by the direction of the welding marks, this window was sealed from the other side!"


"Noob, I swear to Sargon-!"


"Which means we should still be able to catch up if we just-!"


"Oldie!"


Old-Timer immediately bashed T03 in the back of the head with the butt of his weapon, the Noob clutching the back of his square like helmet and groaning as he fell to a knee and began letting loose a stream of Kadrellian curses.


B06 just shook his head before activating the communicator and holding it up.


(@Romulus VenZiel )

 

[Jarkov Malachai]

However the creature was not there when the borg turned around. Just its cut off arm and its open hand, wires and metal melting slightly from some type of blue crystalized liquid which wasn’t reacting nicely to anything it touched.


Where the Dredge was however, became readily apparent when the Aliens horrific visage filled its visor and optical systems. No holes bled visibly in its chest, save when it opened its maw, the jaw dislocated and its neck split open along with it all the way down to the chest cavity where, at the back of that huge pulsating mouth, like something out of The THING was three holes.


The tentacle controlled by the borg couldn’t have taken a worse place to attack as the chest was mainly nothing more than a giant mouth. If someone gets a whole sliced open in their cheek its not that hard to survive if the blood loss problem was dealt with. It wont impair your life to much though that scar and hole will be there forever for a mere human. It was simply inconvenient. The crushing hadn’t seemed to do much good either but that dive attack had taken a lot out of it, not enough though.


The entirety of the Dredges maw latched onto the weakened spot in the Borgs facial armor plate from its earlier attacks and gripped with its six other limbs then PULLED. The pinching force of the Creatures mouth bent the weakened plate into a warped mess and ripped it off. One of the only reasons it was attempting this is because the borg had lost an arm, the other soldiers wouldn’t shoot at it up here, which limited the threats it had to react to.


Angeling some of its body sideways, it spit that shard of plating out and then slammed into its facial plate squeezing its body insde, wiggling in and tearing things out as it went in so. All the Borg and or Other nightguard saw of the Dredge vanishing was its tail whipping in the air after it and within seconds it too had vanished.


Metal screeching, groaning, giving way and electronic cackles from the grave as the Dredge slithered underneath the Borgs armor like some parasite, tearing apart and ripping the inside to shreds as it indeed killed as some parasites do, from the inside. The image of that thing doing the same to a living thing was not lost on the Nefarians, as a resounding BANG shook the room and from the whole which the Nefarians had so bravely risked their lives to cut earlier, blasted out that rather important, pulsating armored box which landed about 30 feet away from anyone. Cut tubes, intake ports and the like spoke that the Dredge quite simply ripped it out of its socket place.


The organism itself reared its head out of the back plate and looked up at the rest of the borg and screamed, just screamed. No words, no meaning behind it other than bloodlust and a challenge to survive. Blueish blood leaked from its maw in drips and drooling lines, some of its talons were broken off and in more than one place it was missing armored chitin. It jumped out and stumbled on the ground of which it landed upon before recovering with the Dredge species by now well known grace and poise though it seemed a little forced at this stage.


Its five eyes, one swollen shut… or simply gone, remained focused on the Borg and its subordinates. Above, below, to the left and to the right and One to check the rest including the Nefarians. It had remembered how many of them came to fight, and how many were dead for it knew that they could go invisible.

 

[Atom]

-Control Room-


All was as it had been left still within the control room, silence and emptiness. The hall outside was full of intense combat as reinforcements trailed from the walls to the weakened robotic soldiers left. These ones in particular were far from a push over and it was quickly apparent that a change of strategy was necessary as they began gaining back ground on the Nafarians.


Meanwhile the true enemy entered the control room from a discreetly hidden entrance. There were many into the room itself if you had the proper clearance or ability to hack the system. Neither of which the female AI had within her abilities. Sardanos on the other hand had the latter quite well, and found his way into the room with ease. It was a pity those worthless Nafarians had intervened, halting his vengeance. But... the time would come, and on his terms no less. For now that was simply a secondary goal. His first lay before him at the panel in the form of data. Particularly coordinates that, to the ignorant, meant nothing. To Sardanos they would play a pivotal part in his plans and it was needless to say that their presence in the databases still was a victory to him.


Sardanos' victory was all he needed for now, but, given the situation, one could not avoid the opportunity or let such potential go to waste.


WIthout hesitation he began fiddling with the control panel once more, whistling a rather cheery tune that one would whistle as if casually working. By the time he was finished only one thing gave off his intentions. A ding through the facilities sound system, and the following words, "CORE STRUCTURE DISTURBED. CORE COLLAPSE IMMINENT. EVACUATE. EVACUATE. EVACUATE."


Sardanos chuckled to himself as he made for the exit, "Yes... they won the first round perhaps... but can they escape before this entire planet becomes a black hole? Only time shall tell..."

 

[Romulus VenZiel]

Test#3


I swear to god if I delete the thread on accident again.

 

[NeoLeaf]

The Swarm of Petrarica

Queen mother speaks now

The space that you would find yourself is a world that seemed to have been abandoned by god itself. The air around you makes you feel enclosed as the light grey mist embraces you in a thick haze of soft smoke and makes it hard to see where the ground begins and where the sky ends. The sound of the wind whipping the clouds can be heard and put one into a trance when the silence comes to settle until the next breeze. In this grey world, a large long centipede-like shadow swims aimlessly through this void of emptiness.


Hear me, My broodmothers. My Swarm.


Our expedition towards the hum has led us to a devastation that we haven't witnessed since the chaotic era with The empires that have threatened our existence. We have new foes to face - One such foe that mocks others and takes its pride with them towards the starts. Another foe whose essence is nothing more than metal, energy and machine, an abomination that pretends to be life yet isn't one.


The battle on the planet from where the hum had originated had opened my eyes and had given me a new reason to act on our future. We've lost over five hundred leviathans, we've lost the two million that set out for the hum and we've lost our prize due to the distractions of the two foes that I've mentioned just before this sentence. This is the opportunity to embrace a change. To become stronger. To become better. To become something greater.


Hear me now, children! NOW WE WILL SEEK CHANGE! WE WILL ADAPT AND WE WILL EVOLVE! AN WE WILL PREVAIL!





An amplified Roar echoed across the grey world shaking the ground and splitting the mist clouds from thier baseless form. Taking us out from the planet's light grey misty surface, we fly quickly upward past the thick blue clouds towering miles and kilometers on end and gaze upon an Prussian blue planet.




The Orphulla Directive

A humanoid Aliuu sat in front of his desk, hands folded together resting on top of his overlapping legs and his small tentacles fiddling with one another. The color of his skin is purple, his hair is violet pink and his eyes gleam in a bright pink radiance. He wore a black militaristic suit of some sort, with the shoulders padded with golden patches of light metal, necklaces of various types of dog tags and on his chest a wide display of medals and emblems. The man had leaned forward from his seat and gazed upon the the other ten participants of this committee.


"Everyone that's here has been given the objective to find ways to improve the swarm, yes?" The man asked and several people replied by nodding their heads.


"We've all been entrusted with the information that our Queen Mother has accumulated from the expedition to the hum. It's now our responsibility to make use of that event and come up with ways to improve the Swarm of Petrarica. Our Discussion will begin with what the swarm had encountered on that planet, the factions that have presented themselves along with our own, the object that might have been retrieved from the planet and hear the ideas so that we can start on various projects."


The room darkened and various horizontal holographic displays began to light up.


"Shall we?"


Ira, spectator and temporary crew member of Gulamora, Lady of the Ravens

"It would seem that the swarm is preparing to change itself." Ira had suddenly thought out loud while staring down towards the metallic floor of the vessel with her saddened glowing red eyes. She hugged tightly onto the brown greenish lump against her chest and sucked in hr lips. She can't contribute to the swarm anymore and guilt encroached her 'heart' when she remembered the conflict that she experienced down on the robotic world.


"Just as the Swarm is changing so shall I." She whispered to the cat sized lump. Maybe she can be of some use to the envoy and her crew?

 

[Doomshroud]

(@NeoLeaf


This Ghost in the Machine thread is void now, Romulus has thread tools over in the other one, mate. If the other one dies, though, then I'm deleting this thread and starting up everything completely anew. But, I don't see it dying).