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Glancing at the port breach, Stein put it down to the initial brute force intrusion into the tree's systems. That wasn't too much of a concern - they had little time to stick around and analyse the tree's live readings anyway; with it out of action, the more important measurements were already on the screen.
Circumstances dictated that the unfolding events were some sort of hybrid between the possibilities recorded in the entries - though the common factor tied them to the re-ignition of the planetary war. Stein had some previous knowledge of void-shroud use, but not on living creatures. The calling of the void worm must have arisen from some unknown etherealist ritual summoning, or it was attracted to the area by the saturation of chaos - one which sparked a void creature feeding frenzy. The phenomenon of the mist itself and its preceding signs coincided with those scenarios, as if it was a byproduct of oversaturation of the local metaphysical membrane. But why does it keep advancing into areas where fighting was not as abundant? Seeing as the information was sent from a peripheral listening post to a different location, this '12th camp' may have been a command center or an analysis station. The location was unknown and wouldn't be ascertained soon, but what was known is that the loyalists have more deployments than Carnazir knew of. A fact of mild concern - to them at least.
Out of curiosity, Stein attempted to find which 'number' this particular camp had assigned to it. If they found another on the way forward and saw a pattern, powers of deduction could yield further results.
"We should move north…", Stein mimed with his lips in silence as he thought aloud. "To Alcericas." The nearest urban center would provide a better ground for orientation and discussion of the next steps; a location with enough cover to rest and potentially find supplies. That was of course mindful of the fact that there would have been others with the same idea. Though not distracted from his line of thought, Stein's eyes snapped to the side, looking away from the screen of the field computer at Hidalgo and the strange trapdoor. The constant thumping and rattling was exceptionally annoying. "I've half a mind to execute whatever is trapped down there.", he stated before leaning back away from the desk. Were the Tarhaidim holding a prisoner? Why here?
Instead of approaching it, Stein moved back and popped his head outside to take a look at the situation. Another newcomer - a Scielto; perhaps they could chew on their skin after hanging around in the mist for a few minutes to get an insight into its nature. But more interestingly, the Tarhaidim trooper which Stein thought was gravely injured was making a recovery - thanks to a teal-haired Catus. Stein's elbow bent at an angle, reflexively moving into a position which would hip-fire a straight gauss shot through Tsubasa's temples; but not without a confirmed analysis of the situation. Being reluctant to open the trapdoor without knowing what to expect, the android considered the living Tarhaidim as a piece of living information - it could reveal its prisoner and live, or keep silent and be terminated. Alternatively - terminated either way. But it could not speak yet - the door may have to be opened regardless. Another Catus was speaking to the PCL members with some familiarity in protocol, leading to the assumption that they were PCL aligned. Terminating one of them would deteriorate the fragile alliance. The verdict was non-hostile - Stein reached further with his arm, pointing at the Tarhaidim instead of firing at Tsubasa.
"There's someone locked up in here. When that one can speak, find out the details. We need to move out soon.", Stein spoke from the entrance of the building, addressing Alrus, Tsubasa and Dead Eye; though he wasn't clear on which - all that mattered is that someone did. With that, Stein's pale visage ducked back into the structure and shuffled past Hidalgo in order to tap his foot on the rattling trapdoor. "Speak.", he demanded to whoever may have been on the other side. If it could talk, at least it was sentient; unless they've had their tongue torn out.
@Rads @Esper
Circumstances dictated that the unfolding events were some sort of hybrid between the possibilities recorded in the entries - though the common factor tied them to the re-ignition of the planetary war. Stein had some previous knowledge of void-shroud use, but not on living creatures. The calling of the void worm must have arisen from some unknown etherealist ritual summoning, or it was attracted to the area by the saturation of chaos - one which sparked a void creature feeding frenzy. The phenomenon of the mist itself and its preceding signs coincided with those scenarios, as if it was a byproduct of oversaturation of the local metaphysical membrane. But why does it keep advancing into areas where fighting was not as abundant? Seeing as the information was sent from a peripheral listening post to a different location, this '12th camp' may have been a command center or an analysis station. The location was unknown and wouldn't be ascertained soon, but what was known is that the loyalists have more deployments than Carnazir knew of. A fact of mild concern - to them at least.
Out of curiosity, Stein attempted to find which 'number' this particular camp had assigned to it. If they found another on the way forward and saw a pattern, powers of deduction could yield further results.
"We should move north…", Stein mimed with his lips in silence as he thought aloud. "To Alcericas." The nearest urban center would provide a better ground for orientation and discussion of the next steps; a location with enough cover to rest and potentially find supplies. That was of course mindful of the fact that there would have been others with the same idea. Though not distracted from his line of thought, Stein's eyes snapped to the side, looking away from the screen of the field computer at Hidalgo and the strange trapdoor. The constant thumping and rattling was exceptionally annoying. "I've half a mind to execute whatever is trapped down there.", he stated before leaning back away from the desk. Were the Tarhaidim holding a prisoner? Why here?
Instead of approaching it, Stein moved back and popped his head outside to take a look at the situation. Another newcomer - a Scielto; perhaps they could chew on their skin after hanging around in the mist for a few minutes to get an insight into its nature. But more interestingly, the Tarhaidim trooper which Stein thought was gravely injured was making a recovery - thanks to a teal-haired Catus. Stein's elbow bent at an angle, reflexively moving into a position which would hip-fire a straight gauss shot through Tsubasa's temples; but not without a confirmed analysis of the situation. Being reluctant to open the trapdoor without knowing what to expect, the android considered the living Tarhaidim as a piece of living information - it could reveal its prisoner and live, or keep silent and be terminated. Alternatively - terminated either way. But it could not speak yet - the door may have to be opened regardless. Another Catus was speaking to the PCL members with some familiarity in protocol, leading to the assumption that they were PCL aligned. Terminating one of them would deteriorate the fragile alliance. The verdict was non-hostile - Stein reached further with his arm, pointing at the Tarhaidim instead of firing at Tsubasa.
"There's someone locked up in here. When that one can speak, find out the details. We need to move out soon.", Stein spoke from the entrance of the building, addressing Alrus, Tsubasa and Dead Eye; though he wasn't clear on which - all that mattered is that someone did. With that, Stein's pale visage ducked back into the structure and shuffled past Hidalgo in order to tap his foot on the rattling trapdoor. "Speak.", he demanded to whoever may have been on the other side. If it could talk, at least it was sentient; unless they've had their tongue torn out.
@Rads @Esper
