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Dawn Bringer Invictus
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The Centipede (Part 2)
"There's something called inter-spacial territory laws. Look it up; there are reasons why we question unauthorized entries into our mobile territory. Curiosity isn't one of them."
His head turned slightly to read the second message.
The myriapod rose from his seat, head nearly touching the ceiling. He slouched somewhat, and pulled something from his pocket. It was a small rectangular shape, a sort of data drive. As he held it, it began to glow a light green, reaching a certain brightness, before fading somewhat and settling into a dull variation. He slid it across the table to the machine man and spoke.
"Information regarding your new ship, its controls, and the supplies on board, along with the location of various backwater and more quiet worlds to escape to. It's nothing fancy; simply a personal transport vehicle based of modified civilian technolgy, changed to be more robust than the norm. Supplies are there to simply keep a man alive for about a month. Don't take too long; I expect you to be out of our sight in the next 24 hours."
As he did so, the door behind them, circular in shape, rotated slowly until the three glowing lines across it seemingly retracted and it opened. A soldier, a human of all things yet dressed in Funebraran armour, came out with a few of the native species. They motioned for the machine man to follow them out.
Korzill remained sitting down, returning to his still state.
Krozill called out, still un-moving, his voice sliding out from behind his mouthparts like an almost ghostly sound.Then we are fools together, my fellow fool. For only a fool would snatch a wandering stranger from the void, and demand answers for fault of their own curiosity.
"There's something called inter-spacial territory laws. Look it up; there are reasons why we question unauthorized entries into our mobile territory. Curiosity isn't one of them."
His head turned slightly to read the second message.
Krozill leaned back on his chair.'I am unlike anything you have ever, or shall ever see. You can slow me, but you cannot stop me. The Æsir guard me with their song, and direct me with their calls.'
"I remember the techno-barbarians and zealots who'd say similar things many years ago. A shame their faith in dead and disproven belief systems was stronger than that of whatever reason they had; it was rather painful watching their little dream societies which had become reality collapsing under the inefficiency of their beliefs. We tend to be suspicious of people we've only known for a few minutes asking to fight and die alongside us; your request is denied, for security reasons. You'll be provided a vessel, a simple one, and from that point onward, you're on your own. You've given a sufficient explanation and that's what we all care about right now."'There will be war... Ragnarok draws closer. You will need me for this war. Return Mjöllnir to my hands, and show me your enemies. The All Father has decreed my weapons to swing under your banner.'
The myriapod rose from his seat, head nearly touching the ceiling. He slouched somewhat, and pulled something from his pocket. It was a small rectangular shape, a sort of data drive. As he held it, it began to glow a light green, reaching a certain brightness, before fading somewhat and settling into a dull variation. He slid it across the table to the machine man and spoke.
"Information regarding your new ship, its controls, and the supplies on board, along with the location of various backwater and more quiet worlds to escape to. It's nothing fancy; simply a personal transport vehicle based of modified civilian technolgy, changed to be more robust than the norm. Supplies are there to simply keep a man alive for about a month. Don't take too long; I expect you to be out of our sight in the next 24 hours."
As he did so, the door behind them, circular in shape, rotated slowly until the three glowing lines across it seemingly retracted and it opened. A soldier, a human of all things yet dressed in Funebraran armour, came out with a few of the native species. They motioned for the machine man to follow them out.
Korzill remained sitting down, returning to his still state.
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Back in the cafeteria, Arkoss spotted Claire wandering around and waved to her, half-standing and leaning to the right. The large crab-like warrior was partially obscuring his view of her. The rest of the cafeteria-goers had since calmed down after hearing about Korzill's involvement. In spite of that, the nature of the machine-man found and what was to be done with him was now the topic of choice. Arkoss had received a short message from the other commanders that the android was being given a ship to leave to wherever he was off to, in spite of the fact that he wanted to fight alongside them.