BUT as far as i know, the EPCA are against KILLING others. I think if the need ever arises, they would have no problem incapacitating the enemy. (bite on that)
The sea treaders have taken a backseat on the elections, as their petitions for more land in the grand reef were approved. With the increased farmland, their economy has boomed, and currently they were last heard sending relief supplies to caraar-stricken areas.
Additionally, it looks like something is happening in the inactive lava zone, so no matter the EPCA's wishes, they may be forced into some form of combat depending on the outcome of the current affairs.
phantomfinchWest Philadelphia , born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days.Join Date: 2016-09-06Member: 222128Members
70 % of all life on the plant has Ingested "shoal cure™" either voluteraly or by accident. Optimum number of biological nonobots has been reached, preparing emancipation protocol while Bite attacks from the void lands and the warper spies use gorilla style tactics to disable robotic mechs. Combined with the freedom forces of the biter slaves, the FMMA will collapse under its own weight.
Dispatch team is tasked with destroying the AI main processors while Bite will draw out the reapers, while this happenes our GUN sleeper cells will be activated and all precursor sites will commence the END protocol, this will dispatch all precursor droids to dismantle the base from within and purge all research, this includes biological matter. This is endgame, for today the shoal shal win and the bots lose. Genetically engineered biter forces will then converge on any resistance outside the aurora while dispatch team commence their mission. If they fail, orbital bombardment will commence and the area will be glassed. This will also kill any military personnel within 100 meters. All civilians are advised to more to the deep grand reef where they will be protected with the combined forces of N-LAP and GCSC reinforcements.
After our victory a pure sample of enzyme 42 will be released into the water and the carar will be purge die from the oceans.
SkopeWouldn't you like to know ;)Join Date: 2016-06-07Member: 218212Members
This is a transmission sent out T+ 8 hours.
This is General Skope, leader of the ILZ expedition
My team consists of 57 Crabsnakes, 12 Sandsharks, 9 Stalkers, 12 Mesmers, 3 Crabsquids, 18 Bonesharks, 6 Warpers, and a Reaper Leviathan. Quite the mighty fleet for us Crabsnakes, if I do say so myself.
We report a positive on the target. Or at least, did.
It wasn't that difficult of the search. We could here it screaming pretty loudly.
We entered the Inactive Lava Zone, finding nothing but lava, Lava Lizards, Lava Larvae, just lots of lava. Soon, a Sandshark found an opening in the ground, leading to a much more violent place.
We swam at the edge of large pit, with almost bubble-like growth of rock, spurting lava. At the edges of this pit, there was an obvious sign of a large scuffle. Bodies of Lava Lizards were strewn about the edge, along with burnt hunks of a substance that was too damaged to be identified. Possibly dried lava rocks, or perhaps a metal of some kind.
We named this place "The Lava Lake," because it seems the area to sit on a volcanic hot spot, pooling until it is an extreme lake of molten rock. We had to leave the Crabsquids behind, as their flesh can't withstand the extreme heat. After we entered, Patient Zero stuck out like a sore thumb against all the lava.
It was a Sea Dragon Leviathan, of a size we have never previously encountered. Its tentacles alone were the size of our Reaper Leviathan. He seemed to be under attack by something. They looked like Stalkers, but with legs instead of fins. Warpers with teeth and legs.
The Sea Dragon was doing its best to fend for itself, but it the targets were too small for it to score enough hits to deter its enemies. It was losing, badly. We sprung into action. The smaller predators went after the unknown creatures main group, while the larger ones went after the ones on the Sea Dragon.
After a fierce battle against these creatures, they retreated farther into the darkness. We sustained many injuries, but no casualties luckily. The Sea Dragon turned to us, and in a praying position, bowed respectfully. I could only assume this was a thank you.
Then in a low rumbling, it spoke "Many thanks from this one. Many thanks indeed. May Aboveworld creatures return safely to Aboveworld. Be swift like lava flow, for Great Anger dwells here. Unheard are his followers."
"What is 'Unheard' friend?" A Crabsnake asked.
"Ye smote the Unheard, like this one in ferocity. Unheard created of hatred and fear, with the unworthy and weak. This one not become a Unheard, for this one is strong!"
It accentuated that last bit with a deafening roar.
"As I say before," it continued. "Return swiftly, or the Pater will burn you, you will turn to heat blood, and you will join the Heat Blood Waters."
I for one could not understand what it was talking about, but what I can decipher, it is trying to get us to leave. For... some reason.
Not without Patient Zero.
"Please friend, will you accompany us to the surface? You were infected with a disease that was extremely deadly. Currently, our surface world suffers because of this disease, and for some reason, you survived. We want to figure out how. You could help save many lives."
It bowed once more, and spoke, "No, this one must stay and keep the Great Anger here. This one is strong, and will keep the Unheard at the Heat Blood Waters. Unheard will not kill Aboveworld creatures. Warm seas, Aboveworld creatures, you must leave before Unheard return. Now, make haste like a Fade Claw. This one will protect you."
It was extremely adamant about staying. But we needed the cure, and it might be the answer. No was not an option.
Before I could protest more, a horrible shriek echoed through the cave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A mass of green covered the walls and ceiling, shifting and lurching. It was a humongous army of the Unheard. Their numbers were hidden by the darkness. There was no fighting this, and we all knew it. Nevertheless, the Dragon roared in defiance, and charged. It shot a large fireball, burning a hole in the Unheard, but it the burned creatures were quickly replaced by more. The Dragon continued to shoot this fire at the army, with the same effects.
Something was wrong. The Unheard were just sitting there, not moving, not attacking, just sitting.
Or waiting for something.
I realized this too late, because as I shouted for a full retreat, a solemn roar quietly echoed through out the cavern. Everything seemed to bend away from an approaching mass, the Unheard, our forces, the Dragon, everything. Even the lava seemed to slowly back away from... whatever it was.
As our group swam away, an explosion stopped us in our tracks. Where the Dragon was swimming, a floating pool of lava frozen in place. It soon slowly joined the rest of the lava. Heat Blood Waters.
From the darkness, a voice growled, "You Aboveworld creatures. You're all the same. You come to this place, and take whatever suits your needs. First the Biters come and steal my eggs, and now, you creatures come and try to steal my guard. Now, he shall join the Heat Blood, out of your reach."
The darkness then roared once again. A roar of pure frustration. He spoke once again, "No matter, the Aboveworld creatures will receive their punishment. They search for the cure in our cure, just as the Machine Race, and they shall receive the same judgement. Those who use our eggs as a cure will become a part of my army. Already Aboveworld creatures come to the Underworld, on their journey to being an Unheard."
Almost as if on cue, a lone Biter emerged from the tunnel above us. At least, it might have been a Biter, it was covered by swath of green, sprouting various limbs under the remaining telltale red color. It slowly, ungracefully swam downwards, until it thrust itself into the lava. Soon, the lava bubbled, and an Unheard popped out, screaming in fury.
"The body is burned," the darkness explained "And all that remains is the Unheard soul, completely loyal to the true leader of this world."
"Pater Aestus"
With this, a stream of lava sprayed from the darkness, melting two nearby Crabsnakes. With this, we swam for our lives. The darkness continued to pick us off, melting our comrades one by one.
By some luck, I have survived, at least long enough to record this log. No others share my lucky fate. I don't know why, or how much longer I am to survive, but I say this to the Upper World. Flee. Flee past the void, swim until your fins fall off. Get out of here as fast as possible. This creature "Pater Aestus," is too powerful to be matched. Three Crabsquids should return to the surface, unless the Unheard have killed them already.
This is General Skope signing out, for the last time.
This is General Skope, leader of the ILZ expedition
My team consists of 57 Crabsnakes, 12 Sandsharks, 9 Stalkers, 12 Mesmers, 3 Crabsquids, 18 Bonesharks, 6 Warpers, and a Reaper Leviathan. Quite the mighty fleet for us Crabsnakes, if I do say so myself.
We report a positive on the target. Or at least, did.
It wasn't that difficult of the search. We could here it screaming pretty loudly.
We entered the Inactive Lava Zone, finding nothing but lava, Lava Lizards, Lava Larvae, just lots of lava. Soon, a Sandshark found an opening in the ground, leading to a much more violent place.
We swam at the edge of large pit, with almost bubble-like growth of rock, spurting lava. At the edges of this pit, there was an obvious sign of a large scuffle. Bodies of Lava Lizards were strewn about the edge, along with burnt hunks of a substance that was too damaged to be identified. Possibly dried lava rocks, or perhaps a metal of some kind.
We named this place "The Lava Lake," because it seems the area to sit on a volcanic hot spot, pooling until it is an extreme lake of molten rock. We had to leave the Crabsquids behind, as their flesh can't withstand the extreme heat. After we entered, Patient Zero stuck out like a sore thumb against all the lava.
It was a Sea Dragon Leviathan, of a size we have never previously encountered. Its tentacles alone were the size of our Reaper Leviathan. He seemed to be under attack by something. They looked like Stalkers, but with legs instead of fins. Warpers with teeth and legs.
The Sea Dragon was doing its best to fend for itself, but it the targets were too small for it to score enough hits to deter its enemies. It was losing, badly. We sprung into action. The smaller predators went after the unknown creatures main group, while the larger ones went after the ones on the Sea Dragon.
After a fierce battle against these creatures, they retreated farther into the darkness. We sustained many injuries, but no casualties luckily. The Sea Dragon turned to us, and in a praying position, bowed respectfully. I could only assume this was a thank you.
Then in a low rumbling, it spoke "Many thanks from this one. Many thanks indeed. May Aboveworld creatures return safely to Aboveworld. Be swift like lava flow, for Great Anger dwells here. Unheard are his followers."
"What is 'Unheard' friend?" A Crabsnake asked.
"Ye smote the Unheard, like this one in ferocity. Unheard created of hatred and fear, with the unworthy and weak. This one not become a Unheard, for this one is strong!"
It accentuated that last bit with a deafening roar.
"As I say before," it continued. "Return swiftly, or the Pater will burn you, you will turn to heat blood, and you will join the Heat Blood Waters."
I for one could not understand what it was talking about, but what I can decipher, it is trying to get us to leave. For... some reason.
Not without Patient Zero.
"Please friend, will you accompany us to the surface? You were infected with a disease that was extremely deadly. Currently, our surface world suffers because of this disease, and for some reason, you survived. We want to figure out how. You could help save many lives."
It bowed once more, and spoke, "No, this one must stay and keep the Great Anger here. This one is strong, and will keep the Unheard at the Heat Blood Waters. Unheard will not kill Aboveworld creatures. Warm seas, Aboveworld creatures, you must leave before Unheard return. Now, make haste like a Fade Claw. This one will protect you."
It was extremely adamant about staying. But we needed the cure, and it might be the answer. No was not an option.
Before I could protest more, a horrible shriek echoed through the cave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A mass of green covered the walls and ceiling, shifting and lurching. It was a humongous army of the Unheard. Their numbers were hidden by the darkness. There was no fighting this, and we all knew it. Nevertheless, the Dragon roared in defiance, and charged. It shot a large fireball, burning a hole in the Unheard, but it the burned creatures were quickly replaced by more. The Dragon continued to shoot this fire at the army, with the same effects.
Something was wrong. The Unheard were just sitting there, not moving, not attacking, just sitting.
Or waiting for something.
I realized this too late, because as I shouted for a full retreat, a solemn roar quietly echoed through out the cavern. Everything seemed to bend away from an approaching mass, the Unheard, our forces, the Dragon, everything. Even the lava seemed to slowly back away from... whatever it was.
As our group swam away, an explosion stopped us in our tracks. Where the Dragon was swimming, a floating pool of lava frozen in place. It soon slowly joined the rest of the lava. Heat Blood Waters.
From the darkness, a voice growled, "You Aboveworld creatures. You're all the same. You come to this place, and take whatever suits your needs. First the Biters come and steal my eggs, and now, you creatures come and try to steal my guard. Now, he shall join the Heat Blood, out of your reach."
The darkness then roared once again. A roar of pure frustration. He spoke once again, "No matter, the Aboveworld creatures will receive their punishment. They search for the cure in our cure, just as the Machine Race, and they shall receive the same judgement. Those who use our eggs as a cure will become a part of my army. Already Aboveworld creatures come to the Underworld, on their journey to being an Unheard."
Almost as if on cue, a lone Biter emerged from the tunnel above us. At least, it might have been a Biter, it was covered by swath of green, sprouting various limbs under the remaining telltale red color. It slowly, ungracefully swam downwards, until it thrust itself into the lava. Soon, the lava bubbled, and an Unheard popped out, screaming in fury.
"The body is burned," the darkness explained "And all that remains is the Unheard soul, completely loyal to the true leader of this world."
"Pater Aestus"
With this, a stream of lava sprayed from the darkness, melting two nearby Crabsnakes. With this, we swam for our lives. The darkness continued to pick us off, melting our comrades one by one.
By some luck, I have survived, at least long enough to record this log. No others share my lucky fate. I don't know why, or how much longer I am to survive, but I say this to the Upper World. Flee. Flee past the void, swim until your fins fall off. Get out of here as fast as possible. This creature "Pater Aestus," is too powerful to be matched. Three Crabsquids should return to the surface, unless the Unheard have killed them already.
This is General Skope signing out, for the last time.
I'm afraid Skope your going have to revoke that last statement, the crabsnake need a leader and I'm dam sure that your the best candidate.
"Lock onto the generals position and deploy the assault fleet."
"Deploy all warpers and secure the general." "Deploy gen(etic) biters and target the abominations"
"I WANT FLOODLIGHTS ON THOSE THINGS, MAKE THEIR RETINAS BURN"
Good the general is onboard. Give him full enzyme 42 treatment from the non tainted container.
"Now deploy precursor droids and secure that sea dragon, we're going to need that DNA."
Flight control "sir warpers are sustaining heavy casualties"
"Tell them to retreat into the ship and treat the wounded. Progress on the dragon?"
The Prime Minister is Cured: Conglomerate Resurrection
This is Doctor Zakobi. Thanks to Shoal nanobots, much of the Conglomerate has been cured, including the Prime Minister. We have also been informed that the Grand Reef is not nearly as infected as it once was, and we will soon be vacating Adaton and returning to our old home. As for the Empire that resides in the Lost River, we will commune with them, granting offers of peace and terms that will be mutually beneficial.
We wish for nothing but peace with the Empire, for they are powerful and would make for great allies. We hope we are not treading on any other toes in our search for an end to this violence.
Transmission Log 1: General Blue of the 4th Division
Four hours ago, General Blue lead a scout team into the Lost River and Inactive Lava Zone in an attempt to map out the Empire's defences, and perhaps gather some information on further plans.
General Blue: Okay, it's about to get very hot. If any of you think you can't go on I understand if you turn back.
4th Division: Yes, sir!
The waters became dark and eerie. Shadows slid through the water like snakes through grass, silhouettes of great monsters glimmering in the corners of the infiltrators' vision. Streaks of orange light shone in the distance, trickling behind black, molten stone in the walls, only visible through cracks in the rock.
General Blue: Eyes open, gentlemen. We're about to take a plunge into the unknown, so be ready for anything.
The Division crept into an enormous chamber. The rock that encapsulated them was darker than the night, and the lava that ran like a river through the ground was hotter than the summer sun. The Crabsquids ventured further through the abyssal depths. Above them swept a dragon through the water. It spat fire like a catapult launches boulders, and it heaved its body through the ocean with its two gargantuan webbed hands.
General Blue: A Sea Dragon. Best stay away from that thing... wait.. what's that in the distance?
Something had caught the general's eye. He saw in the black murk a great eel drifting downwards, accompanied by a thousand tiny worms. Beetles followed it through the depths also, and fish of rock and bone.
Lieutenant Finna: I thought this was an undercover mission?
General Blue: Me too. Can you see what nation they're from?
Lieutenant Finna: It appears that they have creatures from all different nations, General.
General Blue: Well bugger me... What are the other leaders not telling us?
A roar shattered their conversation, and the division peered upwards. The dragon above shot a ball of magma through the water. It slammed into the rock just above the entrance to the area, and rocks cascaded downwards, blocking the archway. The monster soared downwards like a falcon diving through the air. With a single clatter of its teeth, it engulfed two of the division's number. Finna swam away as fast as he could. The beast threw his enormous hands backwards and slapped the Lieutenant into the rocks.
General Blue: Lieutenant!
Lieutenant Finna: Swim, general! There has to be another way out of here!
Lieutenant Finna bled and bled. The blood floated up and up, and his vision grew darker and darker until his veins were drier than the desert.
General Blue: Dammit!
The dragon took flight once again. It soared into the waters above. The general's division was destroyed. He knew not of another way out, but the monster seemed as though it had not noticed Blue still swimming. Blue went the only way he knew to go; up.
The EPCA has proven their passiveness by allowing the Shoal to attempt world domination. They are not strong enough to lead us out of this mess.
If the EPCA wins the presidency, what other Shoal shall rise again? Another Shoal will arise and use the EPCA once again as their pawns. They cannot protect you against unnatural dangers.
Casual_PlayerThat...is a really good questionJoin Date: 2016-08-30Member: 221875Members
edited January 2017
@Jamezorg Ah, General Blue. So glad for you to join us on this hellhole. The communist is deaf, but you are just naive, and that's a pity. We received alarming reports from the surface. FMMA bases are under attack by this "Unheard". Looks like the GSCS boosted his soldiers with this "cure". The FMMA warned against it, but did you listen? No. Now, 95% of the Shoal's army has become Unheard, loyal to this PaterAestus. And to make things more fun, the patients treated by the Shoal's cure, that you party was so enthusiastic about supporting, also became Unheard, loyal to Aestus. And, to make things better, you are being such a hypocrite accepting nanobots from that madman, but shunned us for their use?
From what that creature told us, it doesn't like having it's kids stolen. Your new friends, the Shoal, managed to arrange another war with a creature with a power so absurd that it's very likely no one on the surface will survive. We warned they would arrange another war, remember that?
And also, remeber the Floating Islands, which the red one was so proud to annouce having it's floaters cured? Well, they continue floating, but the now black green floaters are also showering everything underneath it with Unheard, LOYAL TO AESTUS! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR FUCKING EACH AND EVERYONE OF US!
Liternaut HAL
Thank you for your input, Liternaut. You've been promoted to General.
General Blue, you are under arrest for the foreseable future. You will be judged for crimes against fishkind by helping the spread of a dangerous "cure" on the population. Wash your neck with the soap given.
Institute, you are to weaponize the counter agent. We may have a chance to use it against the Unheard.
The Shoal now is to be treated as a neutral party. For the stealing of the eggs, they arranged another war. Well done...
Any and all Shoal operatives shal bebkept under trained aim at all times.
Civilians fleeing Shoal shall be placed under quarantine.
Mr. @Enderguy059 , the Warpers under our control are being transfered to you as of now. Oce we are certain they are secure, their nanobots will be destroyed.
General, aditional objective: you are to secure cooperation of the "Patient Zero" by any means necessary, including subjugation/elimination of this @PaterAestus. You are authorised to use the weaponizes counter agent.
We also would like say how curious it is for the public to so willingly accept the use of the nanobots, since the last time they were used resulted on a carnage of epic proportions. Now, the population simply accepts their use by a warmongering fanatic. Really interesting.
FMMA High Council
@phantomfinch , if there is someone who should retract a statement, it is you. I don't know if you realised, but we are not going to be playing by your will. This "pseudo capture of the sea dragon" is not official, and you managed to make it so by trying to get @Skope to revoke his post.
@Jamezorg Ah, General Blue. So glad for you to join us on this hellhole. The communist is deaf, but you are just naive, and that's a pity. We received alarming reports from the surface. FMMA bases are under attack by this "Unheard". Looks like the GSCS boosted his soldiers with this "cure". The FMMA warned against it, but did you listen? No. Now, the most of the Shoal's army has become Unheard, loyal to this PaterAestus. And to make things more fun, the patients treated by the Shoal's cure, that you party was so enthusiastic about supporting, also became Unheard, loyal to Aestus. And, to make things better, you are being such a hypocrite accepting nanobots from that madman, but shunned us for their use?
From what that creature told us, it doesn't like having it's kids stolen. Your new friends, the Shoal, managed to arrange another war with a creature with a power so absurd that it's very likely no one on the surface will survive. We warned they would arrange another war, remember that?
And also, remeber the Floating Islands, which the red one was so proud to annouce having it's floaters cured? Well, they continue floating, but the now black green floaters are also showering everything underneath it with Unheard, LOYAL TO AESTUS! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR FUCKING EACH AND EVERYONE OF US!
*transmission received from the lesser blood kelp*
And you would arrest me why?
The Prime Minister was diagnosed with the bacterium. When the Shoal told us that they were working towards a cure, we had no other option than to follow them. The actions they carried out during our alliance were unforgivable, although we did have to accept their apology when the Grand Reef was destroyed. Again, they worked towards a cure, and this is what our Prime Minister needed.
The 4th Division was murdered by a Sea Dragon in those caves. I resurface with wounds upon wounds only to find I am under arrest for trying to save our leader, the only hope for the Conglomerate. You have no right to imprison anyone. The FMMA are not native of this planet, nor do you have any connection with this great body. We will see that you are destroyed. You have unhinged a balance this ocean has maintained for centuries, and this will not go unpun-
*static*
You damn drones, let me g-
*static*
The Con-*static*-ate won't forge-*static*-his! It was the Shoal! We had nothing to do with i-!
This is General Skope, leader of the ILZ expedition
My team consists of 57 Crabsnakes, 12 Sandsharks, 9 Stalkers, 12 Mesmers, 3 Crabsquids, 18 Bonesharks, 6 Warpers, and a Reaper Leviathan. Quite the mighty fleet for us Crabsnakes, if I do say so myself.
We report a positive on the target. Or at least, did.
It wasn't that difficult of the search. We could here it screaming pretty loudly.
We entered the Inactive Lava Zone, finding nothing but lava, Lava Lizards, Lava Larvae, just lots of lava. Soon, a Sandshark found an opening in the ground, leading to a much more violent place.
We swam at the edge of large pit, with almost bubble-like growth of rock, spurting lava. At the edges of this pit, there was an obvious sign of a large scuffle. Bodies of Lava Lizards were strewn about the edge, along with burnt hunks of a substance that was too damaged to be identified. Possibly dried lava rocks, or perhaps a metal of some kind.
We named this place "The Lava Lake," because it seems the area to sit on a volcanic hot spot, pooling until it is an extreme lake of molten rock. We had to leave the Crabsquids behind, as their flesh can't withstand the extreme heat. After we entered, Patient Zero stuck out like a sore thumb against all the lava.
It was a Sea Dragon Leviathan, of a size we have never previously encountered. Its tentacles alone were the size of our Reaper Leviathan. He seemed to be under attack by something. They looked like Stalkers, but with legs instead of fins. Warpers with teeth and legs.
The Sea Dragon was doing its best to fend for itself, but it the targets were too small for it to score enough hits to deter its enemies. It was losing, badly. We sprung into action. The smaller predators went after the unknown creatures main group, while the larger ones went after the ones on the Sea Dragon.
After a fierce battle against these creatures, they retreated farther into the darkness. We sustained many injuries, but no casualties luckily. The Sea Dragon turned to us, and in a praying position, bowed respectfully. I could only assume this was a thank you.
Then in a low rumbling, it spoke "Many thanks from this one. Many thanks indeed. May Aboveworld creatures return safely to Aboveworld. Be swift like lava flow, for Great Anger dwells here. Unheard are his followers."
"What is 'Unheard' friend?" A Crabsnake asked.
"Ye smote the Unheard, like this one in ferocity. Unheard created of hatred and fear, with the unworthy and weak. This one not become a Unheard, for this one is strong!"
It accentuated that last bit with a deafening roar.
"As I say before," it continued. "Return swiftly, or the Pater will burn you, you will turn to heat blood, and you will join the Heat Blood Waters."
I for one could not understand what it was talking about, but what I can decipher, it is trying to get us to leave. For... some reason.
Not without Patient Zero.
"Please friend, will you accompany us to the surface? You were infected with a disease that was extremely deadly. Currently, our surface world suffers because of this disease, and for some reason, you survived. We want to figure out how. You could help save many lives."
It bowed once more, and spoke, "No, this one must stay and keep the Great Anger here. This one is strong, and will keep the Unheard at the Heat Blood Waters. Unheard will not kill Aboveworld creatures. Warm seas, Aboveworld creatures, you must leave before Unheard return. Now, make haste like a Fade Claw. This one will protect you."
It was extremely adamant about staying. But we needed the cure, and it might be the answer. No was not an option.
Before I could protest more, a horrible shriek echoed through the cave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A mass of green covered the walls and ceiling, shifting and lurching. It was a humongous army of the Unheard. Their numbers were hidden by the darkness. There was no fighting this, and we all knew it. Nevertheless, the Dragon roared in defiance, and charged. It shot a large fireball, burning a hole in the Unheard, but it the burned creatures were quickly replaced by more. The Dragon continued to shoot this fire at the army, with the same effects.
Something was wrong. The Unheard were just sitting there, not moving, not attacking, just sitting.
Or waiting for something.
I realized this too late, because as I shouted for a full retreat, a solemn roar quietly echoed through out the cavern. Everything seemed to bend away from an approaching mass, the Unheard, our forces, the Dragon, everything. Even the lava seemed to slowly back away from... whatever it was.
As our group swam away, an explosion stopped us in our tracks. Where the Dragon was swimming, a floating pool of lava frozen in place. It soon slowly joined the rest of the lava. Heat Blood Waters.
From the darkness, a voice growled, "You Aboveworld creatures. You're all the same. You come to this place, and take whatever suits your needs. First the Biters come and steal my eggs, and now, you creatures come and try to steal my guard. Now, he shall join the Heat Blood, out of your reach."
The darkness then roared once again. A roar of pure frustration. He spoke once again, "No matter, the Aboveworld creatures will receive their punishment. They search for the cure in our cure, just as the Machine Race, and they shall receive the same judgement. Those who use our eggs as a cure will become a part of my army. Already Aboveworld creatures come to the Underworld, on their journey to being an Unheard."
Almost as if on cue, a lone Biter emerged from the tunnel above us. At least, it might have been a Biter, it was covered by swath of green, sprouting various limbs under the remaining telltale red color. It slowly, ungracefully swam downwards, until it thrust itself into the lava. Soon, the lava bubbled, and an Unheard popped out, screaming in fury.
"The body is burned," the darkness explained "And all that remains is the Unheard soul, completely loyal to the true leader of this world."
"Pater Aestus"
With this, a stream of lava sprayed from the darkness, melting two nearby Crabsnakes. With this, we swam for our lives. The darkness continued to pick us off, melting our comrades one by one.
By some luck, I have survived, at least long enough to record this log. No others share my lucky fate. I don't know why, or how much longer I am to survive, but I say this to the Upper World. Flee. Flee past the void, swim until your fins fall off. Get out of here as fast as possible. This creature "Pater Aestus," is too powerful to be matched. Three Crabsquids should return to the surface, unless the Unheard have killed them already.
This is General Skope signing out, for the last time.
I'm afraid Skope your going have to revoke that last statement, the crabsnake need a leader and I'm dam sure that your the best candidate.
"Lock onto the generals position and deploy the assault fleet."
"Deploy all warpers and secure the general." "Deploy gen(etic) biters and target the abominations"
"I WANT FLOODLIGHTS ON THOSE THINGS, MAKE THEIR RETINAS BURN"
Good the general is onboard. Give him full enzyme 42 treatment from the non tainted container.
"Now deploy precursor droids and secure that sea dragon, we're going to need that DNA."
Flight control "sir warpers are sustaining heavy casualties"
"Tell them to retreat into the ship and treat the wounded. Progress on the dragon?"
"Good now get us out of here as soon as all units are within the structure."
We fall no more to this unknown enemy.
Deploy striders to all lava zone entrances and deploy their containment fields.
You idiot mortal.
You simply do not understand because you cannot see.
You live in a fairy tale, where you are the hero.
In your mind, you've saved all creatures from the Carar.
In your mind, you have a fleet of ships, altered war fish, and all those who oppose you are clearly the insane ones, not to be tolerated.
I ask you, have you ever considered yourself to be insane?
You look on a world of peace, with you swimming on top. A world where only those wanting to end your peace are the enemies.
You retain a common flaw in the Biter species, a severe inferiority complex. You feel inferior to the those whose size exceeds yours, which is everything, and you replace that self-doubt with your wishes to become the apex predator. You continue to dream, until you drown yourself in them. These dreams become all that surround you, until you can't see the reality of the world. The reality of that you are a small fish, and can be taken down with simple means. You surround yourself with others of this same deluded mindset, as a means of protecting your dreams for ever being called foul.
So, wake up. And see your nothingness compared to me. See your dreams crumble into dust, awakening to the fact that YOU ARE WORTHLESS, without your dreams.
NOTHING THAT YOU THINK IS REAL, IS REAL.
You have taken the eggs my labor, and proclaim it a cure.
You re-enter the Underworld to find a dead fish.
You continue to blaspheme until the Gasopods come home.
You are perfect in your mind.
Wake. Up.
I earnestly wait for the day when you realize that you are a deluded mess. A mess that can only be cleansed by fire.
So, think about what I have said, wonder how you have become so far gone. Let it spread across your entire being. Let reality envelop you in its warm embrace. Let your self-hate show, your violence turned to your own worthless, tiny body. Give these words a chance, and you will gain a new body. One that will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, one that no one will act against. You will be free.
And ponder these words, "You are a mess that can only be cleansed by fire."
Doesn't the fiery lake look inviting? Don't you want to see the world for what it is, through the eyes of your creator? Come into the Heat Blood Waters. Let the blood of millions of other fish cleanse you. Let them make you perfect.
Let them see what Phantomfinch is capable of, with his new, perfect body. He will own all he sees with his new body, and those who you have envied for so long will finally respect you, they will bow, and worship you as a god, if you say to do so.
Come and see the world through perfection, a trait you will soon own by heeding my words.
This is General Skope, leader of the ILZ expedition
My team consists of 57 Crabsnakes, 12 Sandsharks, 9 Stalkers, 12 Mesmers, 3 Crabsquids, 18 Bonesharks, 6 Warpers, and a Reaper Leviathan. Quite the mighty fleet for us Crabsnakes, if I do say so myself.
We report a positive on the target. Or at least, did.
It wasn't that difficult of the search. We could here it screaming pretty loudly.
We entered the Inactive Lava Zone, finding nothing but lava, Lava Lizards, Lava Larvae, just lots of lava. Soon, a Sandshark found an opening in the ground, leading to a much more violent place.
We swam at the edge of large pit, with almost bubble-like growth of rock, spurting lava. At the edges of this pit, there was an obvious sign of a large scuffle. Bodies of Lava Lizards were strewn about the edge, along with burnt hunks of a substance that was too damaged to be identified. Possibly dried lava rocks, or perhaps a metal of some kind.
We named this place "The Lava Lake," because it seems the area to sit on a volcanic hot spot, pooling until it is an extreme lake of molten rock. We had to leave the Crabsquids behind, as their flesh can't withstand the extreme heat. After we entered, Patient Zero stuck out like a sore thumb against all the lava.
It was a Sea Dragon Leviathan, of a size we have never previously encountered. Its tentacles alone were the size of our Reaper Leviathan. He seemed to be under attack by something. They looked like Stalkers, but with legs instead of fins. Warpers with teeth and legs.
The Sea Dragon was doing its best to fend for itself, but it the targets were too small for it to score enough hits to deter its enemies. It was losing, badly. We sprung into action. The smaller predators went after the unknown creatures main group, while the larger ones went after the ones on the Sea Dragon.
After a fierce battle against these creatures, they retreated farther into the darkness. We sustained many injuries, but no casualties luckily. The Sea Dragon turned to us, and in a praying position, bowed respectfully. I could only assume this was a thank you.
Then in a low rumbling, it spoke "Many thanks from this one. Many thanks indeed. May Aboveworld creatures return safely to Aboveworld. Be swift like lava flow, for Great Anger dwells here. Unheard are his followers."
"What is 'Unheard' friend?" A Crabsnake asked.
"Ye smote the Unheard, like this one in ferocity. Unheard created of hatred and fear, with the unworthy and weak. This one not become a Unheard, for this one is strong!"
It accentuated that last bit with a deafening roar.
"As I say before," it continued. "Return swiftly, or the Pater will burn you, you will turn to heat blood, and you will join the Heat Blood Waters."
I for one could not understand what it was talking about, but what I can decipher, it is trying to get us to leave. For... some reason.
Not without Patient Zero.
"Please friend, will you accompany us to the surface? You were infected with a disease that was extremely deadly. Currently, our surface world suffers because of this disease, and for some reason, you survived. We want to figure out how. You could help save many lives."
It bowed once more, and spoke, "No, this one must stay and keep the Great Anger here. This one is strong, and will keep the Unheard at the Heat Blood Waters. Unheard will not kill Aboveworld creatures. Warm seas, Aboveworld creatures, you must leave before Unheard return. Now, make haste like a Fade Claw. This one will protect you."
It was extremely adamant about staying. But we needed the cure, and it might be the answer. No was not an option.
Before I could protest more, a horrible shriek echoed through the cave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A mass of green covered the walls and ceiling, shifting and lurching. It was a humongous army of the Unheard. Their numbers were hidden by the darkness. There was no fighting this, and we all knew it. Nevertheless, the Dragon roared in defiance, and charged. It shot a large fireball, burning a hole in the Unheard, but it the burned creatures were quickly replaced by more. The Dragon continued to shoot this fire at the army, with the same effects.
Something was wrong. The Unheard were just sitting there, not moving, not attacking, just sitting.
Or waiting for something.
I realized this too late, because as I shouted for a full retreat, a solemn roar quietly echoed through out the cavern. Everything seemed to bend away from an approaching mass, the Unheard, our forces, the Dragon, everything. Even the lava seemed to slowly back away from... whatever it was.
As our group swam away, an explosion stopped us in our tracks. Where the Dragon was swimming, a floating pool of lava frozen in place. It soon slowly joined the rest of the lava. Heat Blood Waters.
From the darkness, a voice growled, "You Aboveworld creatures. You're all the same. You come to this place, and take whatever suits your needs. First the Biters come and steal my eggs, and now, you creatures come and try to steal my guard. Now, he shall join the Heat Blood, out of your reach."
The darkness then roared once again. A roar of pure frustration. He spoke once again, "No matter, the Aboveworld creatures will receive their punishment. They search for the cure in our cure, just as the Machine Race, and they shall receive the same judgement. Those who use our eggs as a cure will become a part of my army. Already Aboveworld creatures come to the Underworld, on their journey to being an Unheard."
Almost as if on cue, a lone Biter emerged from the tunnel above us. At least, it might have been a Biter, it was covered by swath of green, sprouting various limbs under the remaining telltale red color. It slowly, ungracefully swam downwards, until it thrust itself into the lava. Soon, the lava bubbled, and an Unheard popped out, screaming in fury.
"The body is burned," the darkness explained "And all that remains is the Unheard soul, completely loyal to the true leader of this world."
"Pater Aestus"
With this, a stream of lava sprayed from the darkness, melting two nearby Crabsnakes. With this, we swam for our lives. The darkness continued to pick us off, melting our comrades one by one.
By some luck, I have survived, at least long enough to record this log. No others share my lucky fate. I don't know why, or how much longer I am to survive, but I say this to the Upper World. Flee. Flee past the void, swim until your fins fall off. Get out of here as fast as possible. This creature "Pater Aestus," is too powerful to be matched. Three Crabsquids should return to the surface, unless the Unheard have killed them already.
This is General Skope signing out, for the last time.
I'm afraid Skope your going have to revoke that last statement, the crabsnake need a leader and I'm dam sure that your the best candidate.
"Lock onto the generals position and deploy the assault fleet."
"Deploy all warpers and secure the general." "Deploy gen(etic) biters and target the abominations"
"I WANT FLOODLIGHTS ON THOSE THINGS, MAKE THEIR RETINAS BURN"
Good the general is onboard. Give him full enzyme 42 treatment from the non tainted container.
"Now deploy precursor droids and secure that sea dragon, we're going to need that DNA."
Flight control "sir warpers are sustaining heavy casualties"
"Tell them to retreat into the ship and treat the wounded. Progress on the dragon?"
"Good now get us out of here as soon as all units are within the structure."
We fall no more to this unknown enemy.
Deploy striders to all lava zone entrances and deploy their containment fields.
You idiot mortal.
You simply do not understand because you cannot see.
You live in a fairy tale, where you are the hero.
In your mind, you've saved all creatures from the Carar.
In your mind, you have a fleet of ships, altered war fish, and all those who oppose you are clearly the insane ones, not to be tolerated.
I ask you, have you ever considered yourself to be insane?
You look on a world of peace, with you swimming on top. A world where only those wanting to end your peace are the enemies.
You retain a common flaw in the Biter species, a severe inferiority complex. You feel inferior to the those whose size exceeds yours, which is everything, and you replace that self-doubt with your wishes to become the apex predator. You continue to dream, until you drown yourself in them. These dreams become all that surround you, until you can't see the reality of the world. The reality of that you are a small fish, and can be taken down with simple means. You surround yourself with others of this same deluded mindset, as a means of protecting your dreams for ever being called foul.
So, wake up. And see your nothingness compared to me. See your dreams crumble into dust, awakening to the fact that YOU ARE WORTHLESS, without your dreams.
NOTHING THAT YOU THINK IS REAL, IS REAL.
You have taken the eggs my labor, and proclaim it a cure.
You re-enter the Underworld to find a dead fish.
You continue to blaspheme until the Gasopods come home.
You are perfect in your mind.
Wake. Up.
I earnestly wait for the day when you realize that you are a deluded mess. A mess that can only be cleansed by fire.
So, think about what I have said, wonder how you have become so far gone. Let it spread across your entire being. Let reality envelop you in its warm embrace. Let your self-hate show, your violence turned to your own worthless, tiny body. Give these words a chance, and you will gain a new body. One that will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, one that no one will act against. You will be free.
And ponder these words, "You are a mess that can only be cleansed by fire."
Doesn't the fiery lake look inviting? Don't you want to see the world for what it is, through the eyes of your creator? Come into the Heat Blood Waters. Let the blood of millions of other fish cleanse you. Let them make you perfect.
Let them see what Phantomfinch is capable of, with his new, perfect body. He will own all he sees with his new body, and those who you have envied for so long will finally respect you, they will bow, and worship you as a god, if you say to do so.
Come and see the world through perfection, a trait you will soon own by heeding my words.
Come and see.
You see we may have a inferiority complex, but we're also very cunning. Our biological nanobots were designed with a kill switch incase the population diddnt accept our offer of a cure. Your means of gaining new species have been ceased and now you only can reproduce normally. All production will cease and the pure strain will be dropped instead.
And one last thing you genetic abomination. Can you survive in the vacuum of space? Becase that's where your heading.
"SET PRIMARY FACUILITY TELEPORTERS TO THE DEADNAUGHT TELEPORTATION MATRIX. IF WE WONT COME TO THEM, THEYLL COME TO US"
Flight crew "but sir they'll over run us in seconds"
"That's why I'm ordering for all hands to abandon ship and for all airlocks to be opened on their departure of the ship."
And so you see us biters also believe in sacrifice, that is where you fualt, you do not feel and you rely on primitive instincts. And now I shal pass and the shoal will stand.
*the shoal is back on the planet baby and is under the command of grand general scar*
The assault on the aurora has been called off and Bites forces regroup with the shoal.
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EMERGENCY REPORT
The James Anderson Institute has made a declaration, being told by dr. Himmelreich, which we will transmit now:
"Good morning. We come to annouce an emmergency regarding the Shoal's cure. As you may now, a new entity emmerged, one which has total and complete control over what has been called Unheard, beings from all species mutated by what was discovered to be Carar. On the last report, we informed about how easy it was to manipulate the cure remotely to either a narcotic or a bioweapon configuration. Now, there's a third configuration, one not being manufactured, but intrinsic to the cure, which is rapid mutation and growth, leading to the Unheard. Individuals on this stage, besides it's exterior appearance, shares the same organic arrangement and genetic code. This Unheard is, therefore, a new species.
Further research on the cure, and from an egg stolen by FMMA operatives during a raid on Shoal laboratories, it could be determined that:
-the eggs, as well as the infant from @PaterAestus, are infected with the Carar, but the infant doesn't develop the disease because he produces a serun, eliminating the toxins and tumor. Also, because it's a unborn infant, it produces this serum on such an advanced rate that the Carar becomes innefective.
- Further examination discovered that the only true cure to the Carar is within an adult Emperor individual. We can safely say @PaterAestus is one of such beings. But, despite it's body being able to erradicate the Carar bacterium, Aestus somehow managed to not only control it locally, but also has the capacity to stimulate the infection on anything and anyone infected, now either by the Carar or by the Shoal's cure.
-Last, the cure was based on the Carar bacterium, but adapted with the hatchlings's bserum. Yes, it would eliminate the simptoms, but, the Shoal's cure is also a very effective form of biological nanobots. Cure which is now being controlled by what likely is it's true leader, PaterAestus.
The egg shall be returned to it's parents as soon as possible. It is currently on a holding tank, and we are monitoring the development of the infant. It looks healthy by what we could see.
The counter agent for the cure is ready and the weaponized version was sent to General HAL. We ask any and all who made use of the Shoal's cure to go to the nearest FMMA base, in which the counter agent will be admninistred.
What? No. The counter agent isn't a cure. It was developed having the Shoal's cure in mind.
This is General Skope, leader of the ILZ expedition
My team consists of 57 Crabsnakes, 12 Sandsharks, 9 Stalkers, 12 Mesmers, 3 Crabsquids, 18 Bonesharks, 6 Warpers, and a Reaper Leviathan. Quite the mighty fleet for us Crabsnakes, if I do say so myself.
We report a positive on the target. Or at least, did.
It wasn't that difficult of the search. We could here it screaming pretty loudly.
We entered the Inactive Lava Zone, finding nothing but lava, Lava Lizards, Lava Larvae, just lots of lava. Soon, a Sandshark found an opening in the ground, leading to a much more violent place.
We swam at the edge of large pit, with almost bubble-like growth of rock, spurting lava. At the edges of this pit, there was an obvious sign of a large scuffle. Bodies of Lava Lizards were strewn about the edge, along with burnt hunks of a substance that was too damaged to be identified. Possibly dried lava rocks, or perhaps a metal of some kind.
We named this place "The Lava Lake," because it seems the area to sit on a volcanic hot spot, pooling until it is an extreme lake of molten rock. We had to leave the Crabsquids behind, as their flesh can't withstand the extreme heat. After we entered, Patient Zero stuck out like a sore thumb against all the lava.
It was a Sea Dragon Leviathan, of a size we have never previously encountered. Its tentacles alone were the size of our Reaper Leviathan. He seemed to be under attack by something. They looked like Stalkers, but with legs instead of fins. Warpers with teeth and legs.
The Sea Dragon was doing its best to fend for itself, but it the targets were too small for it to score enough hits to deter its enemies. It was losing, badly. We sprung into action. The smaller predators went after the unknown creatures main group, while the larger ones went after the ones on the Sea Dragon.
After a fierce battle against these creatures, they retreated farther into the darkness. We sustained many injuries, but no casualties luckily. The Sea Dragon turned to us, and in a praying position, bowed respectfully. I could only assume this was a thank you.
Then in a low rumbling, it spoke "Many thanks from this one. Many thanks indeed. May Aboveworld creatures return safely to Aboveworld. Be swift like lava flow, for Great Anger dwells here. Unheard are his followers."
"What is 'Unheard' friend?" A Crabsnake asked.
"Ye smote the Unheard, like this one in ferocity. Unheard created of hatred and fear, with the unworthy and weak. This one not become a Unheard, for this one is strong!"
It accentuated that last bit with a deafening roar.
"As I say before," it continued. "Return swiftly, or the Pater will burn you, you will turn to heat blood, and you will join the Heat Blood Waters."
I for one could not understand what it was talking about, but what I can decipher, it is trying to get us to leave. For... some reason.
Not without Patient Zero.
"Please friend, will you accompany us to the surface? You were infected with a disease that was extremely deadly. Currently, our surface world suffers because of this disease, and for some reason, you survived. We want to figure out how. You could help save many lives."
It bowed once more, and spoke, "No, this one must stay and keep the Great Anger here. This one is strong, and will keep the Unheard at the Heat Blood Waters. Unheard will not kill Aboveworld creatures. Warm seas, Aboveworld creatures, you must leave before Unheard return. Now, make haste like a Fade Claw. This one will protect you."
It was extremely adamant about staying. But we needed the cure, and it might be the answer. No was not an option.
Before I could protest more, a horrible shriek echoed through the cave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A mass of green covered the walls and ceiling, shifting and lurching. It was a humongous army of the Unheard. Their numbers were hidden by the darkness. There was no fighting this, and we all knew it. Nevertheless, the Dragon roared in defiance, and charged. It shot a large fireball, burning a hole in the Unheard, but it the burned creatures were quickly replaced by more. The Dragon continued to shoot this fire at the army, with the same effects.
Something was wrong. The Unheard were just sitting there, not moving, not attacking, just sitting.
Or waiting for something.
I realized this too late, because as I shouted for a full retreat, a solemn roar quietly echoed through out the cavern. Everything seemed to bend away from an approaching mass, the Unheard, our forces, the Dragon, everything. Even the lava seemed to slowly back away from... whatever it was.
As our group swam away, an explosion stopped us in our tracks. Where the Dragon was swimming, a floating pool of lava frozen in place. It soon slowly joined the rest of the lava. Heat Blood Waters.
From the darkness, a voice growled, "You Aboveworld creatures. You're all the same. You come to this place, and take whatever suits your needs. First the Biters come and steal my eggs, and now, you creatures come and try to steal my guard. Now, he shall join the Heat Blood, out of your reach."
The darkness then roared once again. A roar of pure frustration. He spoke once again, "No matter, the Aboveworld creatures will receive their punishment. They search for the cure in our cure, just as the Machine Race, and they shall receive the same judgement. Those who use our eggs as a cure will become a part of my army. Already Aboveworld creatures come to the Underworld, on their journey to being an Unheard."
Almost as if on cue, a lone Biter emerged from the tunnel above us. At least, it might have been a Biter, it was covered by swath of green, sprouting various limbs under the remaining telltale red color. It slowly, ungracefully swam downwards, until it thrust itself into the lava. Soon, the lava bubbled, and an Unheard popped out, screaming in fury.
"The body is burned," the darkness explained "And all that remains is the Unheard soul, completely loyal to the true leader of this world."
"Pater Aestus"
With this, a stream of lava sprayed from the darkness, melting two nearby Crabsnakes. With this, we swam for our lives. The darkness continued to pick us off, melting our comrades one by one.
By some luck, I have survived, at least long enough to record this log. No others share my lucky fate. I don't know why, or how much longer I am to survive, but I say this to the Upper World. Flee. Flee past the void, swim until your fins fall off. Get out of here as fast as possible. This creature "Pater Aestus," is too powerful to be matched. Three Crabsquids should return to the surface, unless the Unheard have killed them already.
This is General Skope signing out, for the last time.
I'm afraid Skope your going have to revoke that last statement, the crabsnake need a leader and I'm dam sure that your the best candidate.
"Lock onto the generals position and deploy the assault fleet."
"Deploy all warpers and secure the general." "Deploy gen(etic) biters and target the abominations"
"I WANT FLOODLIGHTS ON THOSE THINGS, MAKE THEIR RETINAS BURN"
Good the general is onboard. Give him full enzyme 42 treatment from the non tainted container.
"Now deploy precursor droids and secure that sea dragon, we're going to need that DNA."
Flight control "sir warpers are sustaining heavy casualties"
"Tell them to retreat into the ship and treat the wounded. Progress on the dragon?"
"Good now get us out of here as soon as all units are within the structure."
We fall no more to this unknown enemy.
Deploy striders to all lava zone entrances and deploy their containment fields.
You idiot mortal.
You simply do not understand because you cannot see.
You live in a fairy tale, where you are the hero.
In your mind, you've saved all creatures from the Carar.
In your mind, you have a fleet of ships, altered war fish, and all those who oppose you are clearly the insane ones, not to be tolerated.
I ask you, have you ever considered yourself to be insane?
You look on a world of peace, with you swimming on top. A world where only those wanting to end your peace are the enemies.
You retain a common flaw in the Biter species, a severe inferiority complex. You feel inferior to the those whose size exceeds yours, which is everything, and you replace that self-doubt with your wishes to become the apex predator. You continue to dream, until you drown yourself in them. These dreams become all that surround you, until you can't see the reality of the world. The reality of that you are a small fish, and can be taken down with simple means. You surround yourself with others of this same deluded mindset, as a means of protecting your dreams for ever being called foul.
So, wake up. And see your nothingness compared to me. See your dreams crumble into dust, awakening to the fact that YOU ARE WORTHLESS, without your dreams.
NOTHING THAT YOU THINK IS REAL, IS REAL.
You have taken the eggs my labor, and proclaim it a cure.
You re-enter the Underworld to find a dead fish.
You continue to blaspheme until the Gasopods come home.
You are perfect in your mind.
Wake. Up.
I earnestly wait for the day when you realize that you are a deluded mess. A mess that can only be cleansed by fire.
So, think about what I have said, wonder how you have become so far gone. Let it spread across your entire being. Let reality envelop you in its warm embrace. Let your self-hate show, your violence turned to your own worthless, tiny body. Give these words a chance, and you will gain a new body. One that will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, one that no one will act against. You will be free.
And ponder these words, "You are a mess that can only be cleansed by fire."
Doesn't the fiery lake look inviting? Don't you want to see the world for what it is, through the eyes of your creator? Come into the Heat Blood Waters. Let the blood of millions of other fish cleanse you. Let them make you perfect.
Let them see what Phantomfinch is capable of, with his new, perfect body. He will own all he sees with his new body, and those who you have envied for so long will finally respect you, they will bow, and worship you as a god, if you say to do so.
Come and see the world through perfection, a trait you will soon own by heeding my words.
Come and see.
You see we may have a inferiority complex, but we're also very cunning. Our biological nanobots were designed with a kill switch incase the population diddnt accept our offer of a cure. Your means of gaining new species have been ceased and now you only can reproduce normally. All production will cease and the pure strain will be dropped instead.
And one last thing you genetic abomination. Can you survive in the vacuum of space? Becase that's where your heading.
"SET PRIMARY FACUILITY TELEPORTERS TO THE DEADNAUGHT TELEPORTATION MATRIX. IF WE WONT COME TO THEM, THEYLL COME TO US"
Flight crew "but sir they'll over run us in seconds"
"That's why I'm ordering for all hands to abandon ship and for all airlocks to be opened on their departure of the ship."
And so you see us biters also believe in sacrifice, that is where you fualt, you do not feel and you rely on primitive instincts. And now I shal pass and the shoal will stand.
*the shoal is back on the planet baby and is under the command of grand general scar*
The assault on the aurora has been called off and Bites forces regroup with the shoal.
*sigh*
Very well. Let us see what your measly troops and a butt-tonne of imagination will get you.
Ignorance is bliss after all.
The Biters must be in such an ethereal bliss right now.
So, I am going to ignore you and your troops, just have fun with whatever you are doing.
Precursor Array team, your orders are to increase security and fortify the place. The Precursor Array is now sealed for anyone moving for it, with the only exception being mr. @Enderguy059 maintenance teams. Lethal force is autorised upon suspicious activity.
All units are hereby ordered to shoot down and destroy any and all drop pods and vessels carrying the cure from the Shoal entering FMMA territory. Further research for defense purposes is authorised.
This is Bastion acknowledging orders and tightening search patrols.
This is Phalanx acknowledging orders, holding defensive position until further orders.
Red mist floats on the horizon for the General comes to retake his land. And he's bringing a force that could challenge the precursors themselfs, unristriced repopulation for a whole month could change a biter though, and news of the scourge could break a man. Or transform him.
Shoal Representative,
We welcome your return as a member of this nation. However, the war has ended and further military action will continue degrade the home we all have to share. Your numbers are concerning, I hope you brought the logistics with you to sustain your population, the mountains certainly cannot, by my estimation. I remind you that if you continue there will be nothing to rule over and the shoal will starve. I think we can both agree this is an unnecessary loss of life that is best avoided. Your military is impressive, but without the economy and logistics to back it, there will only be a matter of time until anarchy sets in. Please, return to your homes and send an elected official to the council to ensure your representation.
I must inform you that the facility is guarded by a joint effort until the caraar has been eradicated by means that will ensure that the populace isn't enslaved. We will respond to siege tactics accordingly. Loss of life is unnecessary.
Regards,
Captain Arterion, Bastion Commander.
We are having limited success in stifling the caraar with a processed mix of nettle leaves and pressed blue palm congealed in blood oil. Not a cure, but it seems to slow down the rate that the disease is able to take over the hosts body. This may buy us a little bit more time. These Unheard are concerning. Stealing the egg of an Emperor Leviathan... if the shoal insists on being wiped off the face of the earth we recommend the void so they don't take everyone else down with them.
BUT as far as i know, the EPCA are against KILLING others. I think if the need ever arises, they would have no problem incapacitating the enemy. (bite on that)
Under ideal circumstances, yes. We are against warmongering and the like, but it is perfectly reasonable to defend against aggressors.
The counter agent for the cure is ready and the weaponized version was sent to General HAL. We ask any and all who made use of the Shoal's cure to go to the nearest FMMA base, in which the counter agent will be admninistred.
What? No. The counter agent isn't a cure. It was developed having the Shoal's cure in mind.
Thank you.
FMMA/N-LAP Reports
Prime Minister Jamezorg swam alongside Doctor Zakobi. Zakobi held the Prime Minister's black and green, swelling pincirs in his own as they moved. Behind them were two long lines of soldiers. They followed on either side of the Prime Minister, ready to reflect any attacks that could come their way. Above them towered an enormous structure that burst from the surface, taller than tall could reach. This was where Jamezorg would be cured a second time; a cure to the cure. They stopped outside.
Prime Minister: Hello? I come in regards to the Unheard disease, you said the FMMA had a cure?
After three seconds that ticked away at the snail's pace of life, the grand gates to the facility opened. They did not slide open fully; only a crack. Out of this opening one drone stepped forth. It resembled a human, although it had no head, and its chest was one of glass. As it spoke the glass glowed bright blue, like the sky.
Drone 454.xv: Greetings. On behalf of Drones 421.xv, 399.xv, 394.xv, and 1, I welcome you to J/A Industries.
Prime Minister: Yes, I'd like to talk to Drone 1. He is your leader now, yes? He can cure me of this?
Drone 454.xv: Yes, Prime Minister. Drone 1 is the original, and he is the smartest of us all. He built our industry. We are now one of the most powerful-
Doctor Zakobi: The Prime Minister doesn't need your lectures, show him to your leader.
Drone 454.xv: Right this way, Prime Minister. We will have you cured of Unheard in no time.
The Conglomerate swam cautiously into the structure. Inside seemed unexpectedly desolate. No other drones ran through the corridors, which is what the Prime Minister expected. As soon as the Prime Minister swam five feet into the hall, Drones dropped from the roof and burst from the walls. They ran across the hall towards the Prime Minister. The Conglomerate soldiers flocked to their leader, surrounding him in a cocoon of crabsquids. The Drones tore through their lines quickly, tearing their limbs from their body one by one, not caring about the pain they were setting upon the creatures. The Prime Minister was grasped from all angles.
Doctor Zakobi: Prime Minist-
A Drone's arm swung through the waters, making contact with the doctor's head. He sank slowly, and was soon dragged from the scene. Drone 1 emerged from the sea of others of his kind. He and the Prime Minister exchanged glances.
Prime Minister: You will pay for what you have done here today.
Drone 1: And who will tax me? The Shoal, who are too busy chasing after children in the depths, or the Republic, who care not for what takes place on the outside? Your threats are shallow.
The Prime Minister is grasped by even more drones, to the point where he could not move at all.
Drone 1: Take him to the cells. There he will await his trial, as will General Blue and that accursed Doctor of his. And make sure their time is not spent gladly; let the pain they inflicted on the ocean be driven back into their hearts in this facility. Let them never forget the day we captured them, let it be forever burned into their minds.
The counter agent for the cure is ready and the weaponized version was sent to General HAL. We ask any and all who made use of the Shoal's cure to go to the nearest FMMA base, in which the counter agent will be admninistred.
What? No. The counter agent isn't a cure. It was developed having the Shoal's cure in mind.
Thank you.
FMMA/N-LAP Reports
Prime Minister Jamezorg swam alongside Doctor Zakobi. Zakobi held the Prime Minister's black and green, swelling pincirs in his own as they moved. Behind them were two long lines of soldiers. They followed on either side of the Prime Minister, ready to reflect any attacks that could come their way. Above them towered an enormous structure that burst from the surface, taller than tall could reach. This was where Jamezorg would be cured a second time; a cure to the cure. They stopped outside.
Prime Minister: Hello? I come in regards to the Unheard disease, you said the FMMA had a cure?
After three seconds that ticked away at the snail's pace of life, the grand gates to the facility opened. They did not slide open fully; only a crack. Out of this opening one drone stepped forth. It resembled a human, although it had no head, and its chest was one of glass. As it spoke the glass glowed bright blue, like the sky.
Drone 454.xv: Greetings. On behalf of Drones 421.xv, 399.xv, 394.xv, and 1, I welcome you to J/A Industries.
Prime Minister: Yes, I'd like to talk to Drone 1. He is your leader now, yes? He can cure me of this?
Drone 454.xv: Yes, Prime Minister. Drone 1 is the original, and he is the smartest of us all. He built our industry. We are now one of the most powerful-
Doctor Zakobi: The Prime Minister doesn't need your lectures, show him to your leader.
Drone 454.xv: Right this way, Prime Minister. We will have you cured of Unheard in no time.
The Conglomerate swam cautiously into the structure. Inside seemed unexpectedly desolate. No other drones ran through the corridors, which is what the Prime Minister expected. As soon as the Prime Minister swam five feet into the hall, Drones dropped from the roof and burst from the walls. They ran across the hall towards the Prime Minister. The Conglomerate soldiers flocked to their leader, surrounding him in a cocoon of crabsquids. The Drones tore through their lines quickly, tearing their limbs from their body one by one, not caring about the pain they were setting upon the creatures. The Prime Minister was grasped from all angles.
Doctor Zakobi: Prime Minist-
A Drone's arm swung through the waters, making contact with the doctor's head. He sank slowly, and was soon dragged from the scene. Drone 1 emerged from the sea of others of his kind. He and the Prime Minister exchanged glances.
Prime Minister: You will pay for what you have done here today.
Drone 1: And who will tax me? The Shoal, who are too busy chasing after children in the depths, or the Republic, who care not for what takes place on the outside? Your threats are shallow.
The Prime Minister is grasped by even more drones, to the point where he could not move at all.
Drone 1: Take him to the cells. There he will await his trial, as will General Blue and that accursed Doctor of his. And make sure their time is not spent gladly; let the pain they inflicted on the ocean be driven back into their hearts in this facility. Let them never forget the day we captured them, let it be forever burned into their minds.
Himmelreich, remember. We need them alive, intact and SANE. Try to keep the punishment at a minimun.
Your orders are to keep the captives safe on the prison, They are forbidden to have any contact outside FMMA personnel. All contact shall be recorded. Requests made by the prisioners are to be sent to this council for consideration. If a request shall be proven too unreal, you are allowed to increased the punishment intensity for a single day.
In addition, you shall administer the counter agent on all the captives, starting with the captive Prime Minister and the Doctor. They came here for that after all.
Also, you are to administer the FMMA therapy on the captives, according to your protocols of administration.
They shall receive the therapy willingly or not. Time enough was wasted arguing about "the therapy made by the droids".
As of a final note, remove any and all signs of mechanic, genetic, nanotechnological, biological or other augmentation made on the captives. This includes the biological nanobots on them placed by the Shoal. Such material is to be removed and destroyed.
Thankfully, Warpers are synthetic organisms who have no chance of becoming one with the Unheard. But I will not have members of my own species follow this madman to oblivion.
"Broadcasting message to all Agents under GCSC control."
"Initiate *Executive Protocol XVL-032-066*, all GCSC Agents are now under my command. The Communists no longer control you."
"All units stationed at the Agent Fabrication Facility, fortify the structure and begin production of Spotlight-Class Anti-Aestus specialist Agents."
"All units in active combat scenarios on behalf of the GCSC, Retreat to the Precursor Array."
@Casual_Player , @Jamezorg . We must stop this incessant blaming. The Unheard are spreading. We shall discuss counterattacks in the Precursor Array.
Thankfully, Warpers are synthetic organisms who have no chance of becoming one with the Unheard. But I will not have members of my own species follow this madman to oblivion.
"Broadcasting message to all Agents under GCSC control."
"Initiate *Executive Protocol XVL-032-066*, all GCSC Agents are now under my command. The Communists no longer control you."
"All units stationed at the Agent Fabrication Facility, fortify the structure and begin production of Spotlight-Class Anti-Aestus specialist Agents."
"All units in active combat scenarios on behalf of the GCSC, Retreat to the Precursor Array."
@Casual_Player , @Jamezorg . We must stop this incessant blaming. The Unheard are spreading. We shall discuss counterattacks in the Precursor Array.
Agreed. Our defenses are holding very well against the Unheard, but we don't have enough forces at the moment to launch an extermination campaign on the Unheard here on the surface. Our forces are currently focused on what can be very well a war against @PaterAestus, the one who can control the Unheard. If we end this threat, the Unheard can become somewhat easier to manage, because besides our military, we shall also have the true cure against the Carar.
Thankfully, Warpers are synthetic organisms who have no chance of becoming one with the Unheard. But I will not have members of my own species follow this madman to oblivion.
"Broadcasting message to all Agents under GCSC control."
"Initiate *Executive Protocol XVL-032-066*, all GCSC Agents are now under my command. The Communists no longer control you."
"All units stationed at the Agent Fabrication Facility, fortify the structure and begin production of Spotlight-Class Anti-Aestus specialist Agents."
"All units in active combat scenarios on behalf of the GCSC, Retreat to the Precursor Array."
@Casual_Player , @Jamezorg . We must stop this incessant blaming. The Unheard are spreading. We shall discuss counterattacks in the Precursor Array.
You fool all warpers under our control are either sentient or have had their protocols re written, anyway you moves are foolish and cowardly,having the only immune species run and hide.
Instead all precursor units that do not have sentience are to warp the primary research facility and assault the hive mind.
Robotic facility's are to reopen and produce battle striders and march to the auora crash site. Meanwhile Bite's forces are to regroup in the precursor gun and await further instructions.
The counter agent for the cure is ready and the weaponized version was sent to General HAL. We ask any and all who made use of the Shoal's cure to go to the nearest FMMA base, in which the counter agent will be admninistred.
What? No. The counter agent isn't a cure. It was developed having the Shoal's cure in mind.
Thank you.
FMMA/N-LAP Reports
Prime Minister Jamezorg swam alongside Doctor Zakobi. Zakobi held the Prime Minister's black and green, swelling pincirs in his own as they moved. Behind them were two long lines of soldiers. They followed on either side of the Prime Minister, ready to reflect any attacks that could come their way. Above them towered an enormous structure that burst from the surface, taller than tall could reach. This was where Jamezorg would be cured a second time; a cure to the cure. They stopped outside.
Prime Minister: Hello? I come in regards to the Unheard disease, you said the FMMA had a cure?
After three seconds that ticked away at the snail's pace of life, the grand gates to the facility opened. They did not slide open fully; only a crack. Out of this opening one drone stepped forth. It resembled a human, although it had no head, and its chest was one of glass. As it spoke the glass glowed bright blue, like the sky.
Drone 454.xv: Greetings. On behalf of Drones 421.xv, 399.xv, 394.xv, and 1, I welcome you to J/A Industries.
Prime Minister: Yes, I'd like to talk to Drone 1. He is your leader now, yes? He can cure me of this?
Drone 454.xv: Yes, Prime Minister. Drone 1 is the original, and he is the smartest of us all. He built our industry. We are now one of the most powerful-
Doctor Zakobi: The Prime Minister doesn't need your lectures, show him to your leader.
Drone 454.xv: Right this way, Prime Minister. We will have you cured of Unheard in no time.
The Conglomerate swam cautiously into the structure. Inside seemed unexpectedly desolate. No other drones ran through the corridors, which is what the Prime Minister expected. As soon as the Prime Minister swam five feet into the hall, Drones dropped from the roof and burst from the walls. They ran across the hall towards the Prime Minister. The Conglomerate soldiers flocked to their leader, surrounding him in a cocoon of crabsquids. The Drones tore through their lines quickly, tearing their limbs from their body one by one, not caring about the pain they were setting upon the creatures. The Prime Minister was grasped from all angles.
Doctor Zakobi: Prime Minist-
A Drone's arm swung through the waters, making contact with the doctor's head. He sank slowly, and was soon dragged from the scene. Drone 1 emerged from the sea of others of his kind. He and the Prime Minister exchanged glances.
Prime Minister: You will pay for what you have done here today.
Drone 1: And who will tax me? The Shoal, who are too busy chasing after children in the depths, or the Republic, who care not for what takes place on the outside? Your threats are shallow.
The Prime Minister is grasped by even more drones, to the point where he could not move at all.
Drone 1: Take him to the cells. There he will await his trial, as will General Blue and that accursed Doctor of his. And make sure their time is not spent gladly; let the pain they inflicted on the ocean be driven back into their hearts in this facility. Let them never forget the day we captured them, let it be forever burned into their minds.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I contest your claim, skope has resided in the jellyshroom caves and has not taken part in the war. His crabsnakes shal be excluded from this war if he so chooses to.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Impromptu state of the Planet by the interim Peeper administration (until a winner is elected)
"Ladies and gentlemen we appear to have an emergency on our hands. Unless something is done about this, and fast, 4546B (and worse, its politics!) could be destroyed. Now is not the time for petty differences, we must band together."
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I am Speaker Striatte, representative of the Conglomerate in the Prime Minister's absence.
You fool. You march your men to their deaths. The Carar is strong in these caves, and they will taint your foul creatures to their deaths.
We are long gone. Living your lives in the lava and the ash has made you ignorant of what goes on above. The Conglomerate has already fallen, and fled that accursed biome. Destroy it if you will, we will have no part in this war.
Although I have a feeling the NVP will. You started this war, and now it will end with your blood clouding the waters of our old home.
And when the Carar passes through we will gladly live in the red. We will embrace it, bathe ourselves in it, and remember the days you were torn to shreds by the Reapers and predators of the NVP.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I am Speaker Striatte, representative of the Conglomerate in the Prime Minister's absence.
You fool. You march your men to their deaths. The Carar is strong in these caves, and they will taint your foul creatures to their deaths.
We are long gone. Living your lives in the lava and the ash has made you ignorant of what goes on above. The Conglomerate has already fallen, and fled that accursed biome. Destroy it if you will, we will have no part in this war.
Although I have a feeling the NVP will. You started this war, and now it will end with your blood clouding the waters of our old home.
And when the Carar passes through we will gladly live in the red. We will embrace it, bathe ourselves in it, and remember the days you were torn to shreds by the Reapers and predators of the NVP.
You will remember this day, too, I'm sure.
Speaker Striatte, we need to make a clarification on this:
The Emperor's troops, according to scanners, are this Unheard, what can be said as "Carar Manifest".
@PaterAestus, now this: we are ready to solve this peacefully. War is going to end on one note: FMMA dragging your contaminated body ashore, hacking it to pieces, draining, your blood and organs and mass producing the true cure upon your dead and putrefate carcass.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I am Speaker Striatte, representative of the Conglomerate in the Prime Minister's absence.
You fool. You march your men to their deaths. The Carar is strong in these caves, and they will taint your foul creatures to their deaths.
We are long gone. Living your lives in the lava and the ash has made you ignorant of what goes on above. The Conglomerate has already fallen, and fled that accursed biome. Destroy it if you will, we will have no part in this war.
Although I have a feeling the NVP will. You started this war, and now it will end with your blood clouding the waters of our old home.
And when the Carar passes through we will gladly live in the red. We will embrace it, bathe ourselves in it, and remember the days you were torn to shreds by the Reapers and predators of the NVP.
You will remember this day, too, I'm sure.
Speaker Striatte, we need to make a clarification on this:
The Emperor's troops, according to scanners, are this Unheard, what can be said as "Carar Manifest".
@PaterAestus, now this: we are ready to solve this peacefully. War is going to end on one note: FMMA dragging your contaminated body ashore, hacking it to pieces, draining, your blood and organs and mass producing the true cure upon your dead and putrefate carcass.
FMMA Hiģh Council
We shall accept peace on one condition:
All of your Conglomerate prisoners are freed without charge, and that you vacate the Precursor array for good.
If you heed to the terms, we shall have peace, however if you decline the offer this will go on and on. Our Prime Minister's trial will be won by the Conglomerate, and he will be allowed to go freely, for he has done little wrong. Prepare for this embarrassment, FMMA, for it shall be the last feeling your robotic minds ever feel.
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The sea treaders have taken a backseat on the elections, as their petitions for more land in the grand reef were approved. With the increased farmland, their economy has boomed, and currently they were last heard sending relief supplies to caraar-stricken areas.
Additionally, it looks like something is happening in the inactive lava zone, so no matter the EPCA's wishes, they may be forced into some form of combat depending on the outcome of the current affairs.
Dispatch team is tasked with destroying the AI main processors while Bite will draw out the reapers, while this happenes our GUN sleeper cells will be activated and all precursor sites will commence the END protocol, this will dispatch all precursor droids to dismantle the base from within and purge all research, this includes biological matter. This is endgame, for today the shoal shal win and the bots lose. Genetically engineered biter forces will then converge on any resistance outside the aurora while dispatch team commence their mission. If they fail, orbital bombardment will commence and the area will be glassed. This will also kill any military personnel within 100 meters. All civilians are advised to more to the deep grand reef where they will be protected with the combined forces of N-LAP and GCSC reinforcements.
After our victory a pure sample of enzyme 42 will be released into the water and the carar will be purge die from the oceans.
Glory to the shoal, peace through unity
My team consists of 57 Crabsnakes, 12 Sandsharks, 9 Stalkers, 12 Mesmers, 3 Crabsquids, 18 Bonesharks, 6 Warpers, and a Reaper Leviathan. Quite the mighty fleet for us Crabsnakes, if I do say so myself.
We report a positive on the target. Or at least, did.
It wasn't that difficult of the search. We could here it screaming pretty loudly.
We entered the Inactive Lava Zone, finding nothing but lava, Lava Lizards, Lava Larvae, just lots of lava. Soon, a Sandshark found an opening in the ground, leading to a much more violent place.
We swam at the edge of large pit, with almost bubble-like growth of rock, spurting lava. At the edges of this pit, there was an obvious sign of a large scuffle. Bodies of Lava Lizards were strewn about the edge, along with burnt hunks of a substance that was too damaged to be identified. Possibly dried lava rocks, or perhaps a metal of some kind.
We named this place "The Lava Lake," because it seems the area to sit on a volcanic hot spot, pooling until it is an extreme lake of molten rock. We had to leave the Crabsquids behind, as their flesh can't withstand the extreme heat. After we entered, Patient Zero stuck out like a sore thumb against all the lava.
It was a Sea Dragon Leviathan, of a size we have never previously encountered. Its tentacles alone were the size of our Reaper Leviathan. He seemed to be under attack by something. They looked like Stalkers, but with legs instead of fins. Warpers with teeth and legs.
The Sea Dragon was doing its best to fend for itself, but it the targets were too small for it to score enough hits to deter its enemies. It was losing, badly. We sprung into action. The smaller predators went after the unknown creatures main group, while the larger ones went after the ones on the Sea Dragon.
After a fierce battle against these creatures, they retreated farther into the darkness. We sustained many injuries, but no casualties luckily. The Sea Dragon turned to us, and in a praying position, bowed respectfully. I could only assume this was a thank you.
Then in a low rumbling, it spoke "Many thanks from this one. Many thanks indeed. May Aboveworld creatures return safely to Aboveworld. Be swift like lava flow, for Great Anger dwells here. Unheard are his followers."
"What is 'Unheard' friend?" A Crabsnake asked.
"Ye smote the Unheard, like this one in ferocity. Unheard created of hatred and fear, with the unworthy and weak. This one not become a Unheard, for this one is strong!"
It accentuated that last bit with a deafening roar.
"As I say before," it continued. "Return swiftly, or the Pater will burn you, you will turn to heat blood, and you will join the Heat Blood Waters."
I for one could not understand what it was talking about, but what I can decipher, it is trying to get us to leave. For... some reason.
Not without Patient Zero.
"Please friend, will you accompany us to the surface? You were infected with a disease that was extremely deadly. Currently, our surface world suffers because of this disease, and for some reason, you survived. We want to figure out how. You could help save many lives."
It bowed once more, and spoke, "No, this one must stay and keep the Great Anger here. This one is strong, and will keep the Unheard at the Heat Blood Waters. Unheard will not kill Aboveworld creatures. Warm seas, Aboveworld creatures, you must leave before Unheard return. Now, make haste like a Fade Claw. This one will protect you."
It was extremely adamant about staying. But we needed the cure, and it might be the answer. No was not an option.
Before I could protest more, a horrible shriek echoed through the cave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A mass of green covered the walls and ceiling, shifting and lurching. It was a humongous army of the Unheard. Their numbers were hidden by the darkness. There was no fighting this, and we all knew it. Nevertheless, the Dragon roared in defiance, and charged. It shot a large fireball, burning a hole in the Unheard, but it the burned creatures were quickly replaced by more. The Dragon continued to shoot this fire at the army, with the same effects.
Something was wrong. The Unheard were just sitting there, not moving, not attacking, just sitting.
Or waiting for something.
I realized this too late, because as I shouted for a full retreat, a solemn roar quietly echoed through out the cavern. Everything seemed to bend away from an approaching mass, the Unheard, our forces, the Dragon, everything. Even the lava seemed to slowly back away from... whatever it was.
As our group swam away, an explosion stopped us in our tracks. Where the Dragon was swimming, a floating pool of lava frozen in place. It soon slowly joined the rest of the lava. Heat Blood Waters.
From the darkness, a voice growled, "You Aboveworld creatures. You're all the same. You come to this place, and take whatever suits your needs. First the Biters come and steal my eggs, and now, you creatures come and try to steal my guard. Now, he shall join the Heat Blood, out of your reach."
The darkness then roared once again. A roar of pure frustration. He spoke once again, "No matter, the Aboveworld creatures will receive their punishment. They search for the cure in our cure, just as the Machine Race, and they shall receive the same judgement. Those who use our eggs as a cure will become a part of my army. Already Aboveworld creatures come to the Underworld, on their journey to being an Unheard."
Almost as if on cue, a lone Biter emerged from the tunnel above us. At least, it might have been a Biter, it was covered by swath of green, sprouting various limbs under the remaining telltale red color. It slowly, ungracefully swam downwards, until it thrust itself into the lava. Soon, the lava bubbled, and an Unheard popped out, screaming in fury.
"The body is burned," the darkness explained "And all that remains is the Unheard soul, completely loyal to the true leader of this world."
"Pater Aestus"
With this, a stream of lava sprayed from the darkness, melting two nearby Crabsnakes. With this, we swam for our lives. The darkness continued to pick us off, melting our comrades one by one.
By some luck, I have survived, at least long enough to record this log. No others share my lucky fate. I don't know why, or how much longer I am to survive, but I say this to the Upper World. Flee. Flee past the void, swim until your fins fall off. Get out of here as fast as possible. This creature "Pater Aestus," is too powerful to be matched. Three Crabsquids should return to the surface, unless the Unheard have killed them already.
This is General Skope signing out, for the last time.
You know what this reminds me of?
I'm afraid Skope your going have to revoke that last statement, the crabsnake need a leader and I'm dam sure that your the best candidate.
"Lock onto the generals position and deploy the assault fleet."
"Deploy all warpers and secure the general." "Deploy gen(etic) biters and target the abominations"
"I WANT FLOODLIGHTS ON THOSE THINGS, MAKE THEIR RETINAS BURN"
Good the general is onboard. Give him full enzyme 42 treatment from the non tainted container.
"Now deploy precursor droids and secure that sea dragon, we're going to need that DNA."
Flight control "sir warpers are sustaining heavy casualties"
"Tell them to retreat into the ship and treat the wounded. Progress on the dragon?"
Robitics controler " dragon contained, beginning cell extraction"
"Good now get us out of here as soon as all units are within the structure."
We fall no more to this unknown enemy.
Deploy striders to all lava zone entrances and deploy their containment fields.
This is Doctor Zakobi. Thanks to Shoal nanobots, much of the Conglomerate has been cured, including the Prime Minister. We have also been informed that the Grand Reef is not nearly as infected as it once was, and we will soon be vacating Adaton and returning to our old home. As for the Empire that resides in the Lost River, we will commune with them, granting offers of peace and terms that will be mutually beneficial.
We wish for nothing but peace with the Empire, for they are powerful and would make for great allies. We hope we are not treading on any other toes in our search for an end to this violence.
Transmission Log 1: General Blue of the 4th Division
Four hours ago, General Blue lead a scout team into the Lost River and Inactive Lava Zone in an attempt to map out the Empire's defences, and perhaps gather some information on further plans.
General Blue: Okay, it's about to get very hot. If any of you think you can't go on I understand if you turn back.
4th Division: Yes, sir!
The waters became dark and eerie. Shadows slid through the water like snakes through grass, silhouettes of great monsters glimmering in the corners of the infiltrators' vision. Streaks of orange light shone in the distance, trickling behind black, molten stone in the walls, only visible through cracks in the rock.
General Blue: Eyes open, gentlemen. We're about to take a plunge into the unknown, so be ready for anything.
The Division crept into an enormous chamber. The rock that encapsulated them was darker than the night, and the lava that ran like a river through the ground was hotter than the summer sun. The Crabsquids ventured further through the abyssal depths. Above them swept a dragon through the water. It spat fire like a catapult launches boulders, and it heaved its body through the ocean with its two gargantuan webbed hands.
General Blue: A Sea Dragon. Best stay away from that thing... wait.. what's that in the distance?
Something had caught the general's eye. He saw in the black murk a great eel drifting downwards, accompanied by a thousand tiny worms. Beetles followed it through the depths also, and fish of rock and bone.
Lieutenant Finna: I thought this was an undercover mission?
General Blue: Me too. Can you see what nation they're from?
Lieutenant Finna: It appears that they have creatures from all different nations, General.
General Blue: Well bugger me... What are the other leaders not telling us?
A roar shattered their conversation, and the division peered upwards. The dragon above shot a ball of magma through the water. It slammed into the rock just above the entrance to the area, and rocks cascaded downwards, blocking the archway. The monster soared downwards like a falcon diving through the air. With a single clatter of its teeth, it engulfed two of the division's number. Finna swam away as fast as he could. The beast threw his enormous hands backwards and slapped the Lieutenant into the rocks.
General Blue: Lieutenant!
Lieutenant Finna: Swim, general! There has to be another way out of here!
Lieutenant Finna bled and bled. The blood floated up and up, and his vision grew darker and darker until his veins were drier than the desert.
General Blue: Dammit!
The dragon took flight once again. It soared into the waters above. The general's division was destroyed. He knew not of another way out, but the monster seemed as though it had not noticed Blue still swimming. Blue went the only way he knew to go; up.
What about tranqing/incapacitating the enemy?
From what that creature told us, it doesn't like having it's kids stolen. Your new friends, the Shoal, managed to arrange another war with a creature with a power so absurd that it's very likely no one on the surface will survive. We warned they would arrange another war, remember that?
And also, remeber the Floating Islands, which the red one was so proud to annouce having it's floaters cured? Well, they continue floating, but the now black green floaters are also showering everything underneath it with Unheard, LOYAL TO AESTUS! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR FUCKING EACH AND EVERYONE OF US!
Liternaut HAL
Thank you for your input, Liternaut. You've been promoted to General.
General Blue, you are under arrest for the foreseable future. You will be judged for crimes against fishkind by helping the spread of a dangerous "cure" on the population. Wash your neck with the soap given.
Institute, you are to weaponize the counter agent. We may have a chance to use it against the Unheard.
The Shoal now is to be treated as a neutral party. For the stealing of the eggs, they arranged another war. Well done...
Any and all Shoal operatives shal bebkept under trained aim at all times.
Civilians fleeing Shoal shall be placed under quarantine.
Mr. @Enderguy059 , the Warpers under our control are being transfered to you as of now. Oce we are certain they are secure, their nanobots will be destroyed.
General, aditional objective: you are to secure cooperation of the "Patient Zero" by any means necessary, including subjugation/elimination of this @PaterAestus. You are authorised to use the weaponizes counter agent.
We also would like say how curious it is for the public to so willingly accept the use of the nanobots, since the last time they were used resulted on a carnage of epic proportions. Now, the population simply accepts their use by a warmongering fanatic. Really interesting.
FMMA High Council
@phantomfinch , if there is someone who should retract a statement, it is you. I don't know if you realised, but we are not going to be playing by your will. This "pseudo capture of the sea dragon" is not official, and you managed to make it so by trying to get @Skope to revoke his post.
*transmission received from the lesser blood kelp*
And you would arrest me why?
The Prime Minister was diagnosed with the bacterium. When the Shoal told us that they were working towards a cure, we had no other option than to follow them. The actions they carried out during our alliance were unforgivable, although we did have to accept their apology when the Grand Reef was destroyed. Again, they worked towards a cure, and this is what our Prime Minister needed.
The 4th Division was murdered by a Sea Dragon in those caves. I resurface with wounds upon wounds only to find I am under arrest for trying to save our leader, the only hope for the Conglomerate. You have no right to imprison anyone. The FMMA are not native of this planet, nor do you have any connection with this great body. We will see that you are destroyed. You have unhinged a balance this ocean has maintained for centuries, and this will not go unpun-
*static*
You damn drones, let me g-
*static*
The Con-*static*-ate won't forge-*static*-his! It was the Shoal! We had nothing to do with i-!
*transmission concluded*
You idiot mortal.
You simply do not understand because you cannot see.
You live in a fairy tale, where you are the hero.
In your mind, you've saved all creatures from the Carar.
In your mind, you have a fleet of ships, altered war fish, and all those who oppose you are clearly the insane ones, not to be tolerated.
I ask you, have you ever considered yourself to be insane?
You look on a world of peace, with you swimming on top. A world where only those wanting to end your peace are the enemies.
You retain a common flaw in the Biter species, a severe inferiority complex. You feel inferior to the those whose size exceeds yours, which is everything, and you replace that self-doubt with your wishes to become the apex predator. You continue to dream, until you drown yourself in them. These dreams become all that surround you, until you can't see the reality of the world. The reality of that you are a small fish, and can be taken down with simple means. You surround yourself with others of this same deluded mindset, as a means of protecting your dreams for ever being called foul.
So, wake up. And see your nothingness compared to me. See your dreams crumble into dust, awakening to the fact that YOU ARE WORTHLESS, without your dreams.
NOTHING THAT YOU THINK IS REAL, IS REAL.
You have taken the eggs my labor, and proclaim it a cure.
You re-enter the Underworld to find a dead fish.
You continue to blaspheme until the Gasopods come home.
You are perfect in your mind.
Wake. Up.
I earnestly wait for the day when you realize that you are a deluded mess. A mess that can only be cleansed by fire.
So, think about what I have said, wonder how you have become so far gone. Let it spread across your entire being. Let reality envelop you in its warm embrace. Let your self-hate show, your violence turned to your own worthless, tiny body. Give these words a chance, and you will gain a new body. One that will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, one that no one will act against. You will be free.
And ponder these words, "You are a mess that can only be cleansed by fire."
Doesn't the fiery lake look inviting? Don't you want to see the world for what it is, through the eyes of your creator? Come into the Heat Blood Waters. Let the blood of millions of other fish cleanse you. Let them make you perfect.
Let them see what Phantomfinch is capable of, with his new, perfect body. He will own all he sees with his new body, and those who you have envied for so long will finally respect you, they will bow, and worship you as a god, if you say to do so.
Come and see the world through perfection, a trait you will soon own by heeding my words.
Come and see.
You see we may have a inferiority complex, but we're also very cunning. Our biological nanobots were designed with a kill switch incase the population diddnt accept our offer of a cure. Your means of gaining new species have been ceased and now you only can reproduce normally. All production will cease and the pure strain will be dropped instead.
And one last thing you genetic abomination. Can you survive in the vacuum of space? Becase that's where your heading.
"SET PRIMARY FACUILITY TELEPORTERS TO THE DEADNAUGHT TELEPORTATION MATRIX. IF WE WONT COME TO THEM, THEYLL COME TO US"
Flight crew "but sir they'll over run us in seconds"
"That's why I'm ordering for all hands to abandon ship and for all airlocks to be opened on their departure of the ship."
And so you see us biters also believe in sacrifice, that is where you fualt, you do not feel and you rely on primitive instincts. And now I shal pass and the shoal will stand.
*the shoal is back on the planet baby and is under the command of grand general scar*
The assault on the aurora has been called off and Bites forces regroup with the shoal.
The James Anderson Institute has made a declaration, being told by dr. Himmelreich, which we will transmit now:
"Good morning. We come to annouce an emmergency regarding the Shoal's cure. As you may now, a new entity emmerged, one which has total and complete control over what has been called Unheard, beings from all species mutated by what was discovered to be Carar. On the last report, we informed about how easy it was to manipulate the cure remotely to either a narcotic or a bioweapon configuration. Now, there's a third configuration, one not being manufactured, but intrinsic to the cure, which is rapid mutation and growth, leading to the Unheard. Individuals on this stage, besides it's exterior appearance, shares the same organic arrangement and genetic code. This Unheard is, therefore, a new species.
Further research on the cure, and from an egg stolen by FMMA operatives during a raid on Shoal laboratories, it could be determined that:
-the eggs, as well as the infant from @PaterAestus, are infected with the Carar, but the infant doesn't develop the disease because he produces a serun, eliminating the toxins and tumor. Also, because it's a unborn infant, it produces this serum on such an advanced rate that the Carar becomes innefective.
- Further examination discovered that the only true cure to the Carar is within an adult Emperor individual. We can safely say @PaterAestus is one of such beings. But, despite it's body being able to erradicate the Carar bacterium, Aestus somehow managed to not only control it locally, but also has the capacity to stimulate the infection on anything and anyone infected, now either by the Carar or by the Shoal's cure.
-Last, the cure was based on the Carar bacterium, but adapted with the hatchlings's bserum. Yes, it would eliminate the simptoms, but, the Shoal's cure is also a very effective form of biological nanobots. Cure which is now being controlled by what likely is it's true leader, PaterAestus.
The egg shall be returned to it's parents as soon as possible. It is currently on a holding tank, and we are monitoring the development of the infant. It looks healthy by what we could see.
The counter agent for the cure is ready and the weaponized version was sent to General HAL. We ask any and all who made use of the Shoal's cure to go to the nearest FMMA base, in which the counter agent will be admninistred.
What? No. The counter agent isn't a cure. It was developed having the Shoal's cure in mind.
Thank you.
*sigh*
Very well. Let us see what your measly troops and a butt-tonne of imagination will get you.
Ignorance is bliss after all.
The Biters must be in such an ethereal bliss right now.
So, I am going to ignore you and your troops, just have fun with whatever you are doing.
I must get to more pressing matters.
Judgement does fill a large block of my schedule.
This is Bastion acknowledging orders and tightening search patrols.
This is Phalanx acknowledging orders, holding defensive position until further orders.
Shoal Representative,
We welcome your return as a member of this nation. However, the war has ended and further military action will continue degrade the home we all have to share. Your numbers are concerning, I hope you brought the logistics with you to sustain your population, the mountains certainly cannot, by my estimation. I remind you that if you continue there will be nothing to rule over and the shoal will starve. I think we can both agree this is an unnecessary loss of life that is best avoided. Your military is impressive, but without the economy and logistics to back it, there will only be a matter of time until anarchy sets in. Please, return to your homes and send an elected official to the council to ensure your representation.
I must inform you that the facility is guarded by a joint effort until the caraar has been eradicated by means that will ensure that the populace isn't enslaved. We will respond to siege tactics accordingly. Loss of life is unnecessary.
Regards,
Captain Arterion, Bastion Commander.
We are having limited success in stifling the caraar with a processed mix of nettle leaves and pressed blue palm congealed in blood oil. Not a cure, but it seems to slow down the rate that the disease is able to take over the hosts body. This may buy us a little bit more time. These Unheard are concerning. Stealing the egg of an Emperor Leviathan... if the shoal insists on being wiped off the face of the earth we recommend the void so they don't take everyone else down with them.
Under ideal circumstances, yes. We are against warmongering and the like, but it is perfectly reasonable to defend against aggressors.
FMMA/N-LAP Reports
Prime Minister Jamezorg swam alongside Doctor Zakobi. Zakobi held the Prime Minister's black and green, swelling pincirs in his own as they moved. Behind them were two long lines of soldiers. They followed on either side of the Prime Minister, ready to reflect any attacks that could come their way. Above them towered an enormous structure that burst from the surface, taller than tall could reach. This was where Jamezorg would be cured a second time; a cure to the cure. They stopped outside.
Prime Minister: Hello? I come in regards to the Unheard disease, you said the FMMA had a cure?
After three seconds that ticked away at the snail's pace of life, the grand gates to the facility opened. They did not slide open fully; only a crack. Out of this opening one drone stepped forth. It resembled a human, although it had no head, and its chest was one of glass. As it spoke the glass glowed bright blue, like the sky.
Drone 454.xv: Greetings. On behalf of Drones 421.xv, 399.xv, 394.xv, and 1, I welcome you to J/A Industries.
Prime Minister: Yes, I'd like to talk to Drone 1. He is your leader now, yes? He can cure me of this?
Drone 454.xv: Yes, Prime Minister. Drone 1 is the original, and he is the smartest of us all. He built our industry. We are now one of the most powerful-
Doctor Zakobi: The Prime Minister doesn't need your lectures, show him to your leader.
Drone 454.xv: Right this way, Prime Minister. We will have you cured of Unheard in no time.
The Conglomerate swam cautiously into the structure. Inside seemed unexpectedly desolate. No other drones ran through the corridors, which is what the Prime Minister expected. As soon as the Prime Minister swam five feet into the hall, Drones dropped from the roof and burst from the walls. They ran across the hall towards the Prime Minister. The Conglomerate soldiers flocked to their leader, surrounding him in a cocoon of crabsquids. The Drones tore through their lines quickly, tearing their limbs from their body one by one, not caring about the pain they were setting upon the creatures. The Prime Minister was grasped from all angles.
Doctor Zakobi: Prime Minist-
A Drone's arm swung through the waters, making contact with the doctor's head. He sank slowly, and was soon dragged from the scene. Drone 1 emerged from the sea of others of his kind. He and the Prime Minister exchanged glances.
Prime Minister: You will pay for what you have done here today.
Drone 1: And who will tax me? The Shoal, who are too busy chasing after children in the depths, or the Republic, who care not for what takes place on the outside? Your threats are shallow.
The Prime Minister is grasped by even more drones, to the point where he could not move at all.
Drone 1: Take him to the cells. There he will await his trial, as will General Blue and that accursed Doctor of his. And make sure their time is not spent gladly; let the pain they inflicted on the ocean be driven back into their hearts in this facility. Let them never forget the day we captured them, let it be forever burned into their minds.
Himmelreich, remember. We need them alive, intact and SANE. Try to keep the punishment at a minimun.
Your orders are to keep the captives safe on the prison, They are forbidden to have any contact outside FMMA personnel. All contact shall be recorded. Requests made by the prisioners are to be sent to this council for consideration. If a request shall be proven too unreal, you are allowed to increased the punishment intensity for a single day.
In addition, you shall administer the counter agent on all the captives, starting with the captive Prime Minister and the Doctor. They came here for that after all.
Also, you are to administer the FMMA therapy on the captives, according to your protocols of administration.
They shall receive the therapy willingly or not. Time enough was wasted arguing about "the therapy made by the droids".
As of a final note, remove any and all signs of mechanic, genetic, nanotechnological, biological or other augmentation made on the captives. This includes the biological nanobots on them placed by the Shoal. Such material is to be removed and destroyed.
FMMA High Council
"Broadcasting message to all Agents under GCSC control."
"Initiate *Executive Protocol XVL-032-066*, all GCSC Agents are now under my command. The Communists no longer control you."
"All units stationed at the Agent Fabrication Facility, fortify the structure and begin production of Spotlight-Class Anti-Aestus specialist Agents."
"All units in active combat scenarios on behalf of the GCSC, Retreat to the Precursor Array."
@Casual_Player , @Jamezorg . We must stop this incessant blaming. The Unheard are spreading. We shall discuss counterattacks in the Precursor Array.
Target Designation: Unheard. Eradication Priority: Alpha.
Agreed. Our defenses are holding very well against the Unheard, but we don't have enough forces at the moment to launch an extermination campaign on the Unheard here on the surface. Our forces are currently focused on what can be very well a war against @PaterAestus, the one who can control the Unheard. If we end this threat, the Unheard can become somewhat easier to manage, because besides our military, we shall also have the true cure against the Carar.
FMMA High Council.
You fool all warpers under our control are either sentient or have had their protocols re written, anyway you moves are foolish and cowardly,having the only immune species run and hide.
Instead all precursor units that do not have sentience are to warp the primary research facility and assault the hive mind.
Robotic facility's are to reopen and produce battle striders and march to the auora crash site. Meanwhile Bite's forces are to regroup in the precursor gun and await further instructions.
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I contest your claim, skope has resided in the jellyshroom caves and has not taken part in the war. His crabsnakes shal be excluded from this war if he so chooses to.
A new enemy to fight, I see.
My Reapers stand at the ready.
"Ladies and gentlemen we appear to have an emergency on our hands. Unless something is done about this, and fast, 4546B (and worse, its politics!) could be destroyed. Now is not the time for petty differences, we must band together."
I am Speaker Striatte, representative of the Conglomerate in the Prime Minister's absence.
You fool. You march your men to their deaths. The Carar is strong in these caves, and they will taint your foul creatures to their deaths.
We are long gone. Living your lives in the lava and the ash has made you ignorant of what goes on above. The Conglomerate has already fallen, and fled that accursed biome. Destroy it if you will, we will have no part in this war.
Although I have a feeling the NVP will. You started this war, and now it will end with your blood clouding the waters of our old home.
And when the Carar passes through we will gladly live in the red. We will embrace it, bathe ourselves in it, and remember the days you were torn to shreds by the Reapers and predators of the NVP.
You will remember this day, too, I'm sure.
Speaker Striatte, we need to make a clarification on this:
The Emperor's troops, according to scanners, are this Unheard, what can be said as "Carar Manifest".
@PaterAestus, now this: we are ready to solve this peacefully. War is going to end on one note: FMMA dragging your contaminated body ashore, hacking it to pieces, draining, your blood and organs and mass producing the true cure upon your dead and putrefate carcass.
FMMA Hiģh Council
We shall accept peace on one condition:
All of your Conglomerate prisoners are freed without charge, and that you vacate the Precursor array for good.
If you heed to the terms, we shall have peace, however if you decline the offer this will go on and on. Our Prime Minister's trial will be won by the Conglomerate, and he will be allowed to go freely, for he has done little wrong. Prepare for this embarrassment, FMMA, for it shall be the last feeling your robotic minds ever feel.