As he turns to leave, The commanding visorak speaks out quickly. "Wait one moment. Take one of these Lehvak with you. It will allow us to communicate easily with you if we ever have to alert you of something. In fact, you might be interested to know that there are Xian spies in your midst as I speak."
Jraggin clenches a fist. "Xian spies? We will prepare for them, and thank you for the warning." He motions for the Lehvak to follow.
A Zyglak caravan arrives with carts full of protodermis vials, kanoka, carving tech, and the materials to build an army.
One cart is dripping with blue goo.
The goo retreats into itself, compressing into a small sphere...
"...what is that?" One Zyglak scoops a vial of the goo, then pours it into his claw. The small collection of the organic protodermis now in his hand quickly dies. "Oh, organic."
"But what is it?" Another Zyglak eyes the sphere with inquiry.
"I dunno. Just found it and thought it looked important." One of the Zyglak unpacking the cart replies. "Maybe the matoran can use it for something."
A Dormus ship cloaked in Volitak monitors the Zyglak and scans them, trying to figure out what it is that makes them immune to the elements.
Little progress is made.
OOC:
What is a Dormus ship?
OOC: A ship resembling a Manas, yet it does not have their range of powers. They were created by the Order from the powers they stole from aforementioned ships, but later all the robotic Order forces rebelled against the OOMN, destroying Daxia and taking on a new name, "Dormus." An unestablished peace treaty exists between Inharax's Brotherhood and Dormus.
The goo retreats into itself, compressing into a small sphere...
"...what is that?" One Zyglak scoops a vial of the goo, then pours it into his claw. The small collection of the organic protodermis now in his hand quickly dies. "Oh, organic."
"But what is it?" Another Zyglak eyes the sphere with inquiry.
"I dunno. Just found it and thought it looked important." One of the Zyglak unpacking the cart replies. "Maybe the matoran can use it for something."
The sphere seems to crystallize into a solid. A few moments later, more goo starts pouring from it's surface, about as fast as a faucet.
"...what is that?" One Zyglak scoops a vial of the goo, then pours it into his claw. The small collection of the organic protodermis now in his hand quickly dies. "Oh, organic."
"But what is it?" Another Zyglak eyes the sphere with inquiry.
"I dunno. Just found it and thought it looked important." One of the Zyglak unpacking the cart replies. "Maybe the matoran can use it for something."
The sphere seems to crystallize into a solid. A few moments later, more goo starts pouring from it's surface, about as fast as a faucet.
Under orders, the Fe-matoran cap a portion of the goo and run tests on its properties.
The sphere seems to crystallize into a solid. A few moments later, more goo starts pouring from it's surface, about as fast as a faucet.
Under orders, the Fe-matoran cap a portion of the goo and run tests on its properties.
It devours things almost like an acid, it can move, it can grow, and it really doesn't like being locked up in a test tube. The goop soaks into the ground.
OOC: Then it can be changed to addressing a trespasser.
IC:
The message is sent. "Attention trespassing alien. This is a claimed region. Cease your activity or explain it."
XAI quickly modulates her voice to be unrecognizeable. "Where is the claim?"
@mechboard.
"The desert surrounding this canyon and the outermost sides of the canyon are under claim of the Throne of Chagrin. You are therefore required to explain your activity in our airspace."
Under orders, the Fe-matoran cap a portion of the goo and run tests on its properties.
It devours things almost like an acid, it can move, it can grow, and it really doesn't like being locked up in a test tube. The goop soaks into the ground.
The matoran reports back to Jraggin. "It's alive, sir, and it doesn't seem to cooperate when we put it in our containment systems."
The Zyglak pauses before giving his slow reply. "It was made by matoran, just as we were made by Foolish Ones. We have the option of shunning our find or congratulating it, and since we are better then the Foolish Ones, we welcome our find into our ranks."
"But, sir! Its just a puddle of goo! It doesn't have a soul like we-"
"Let's see if it agrees with you." Jraggin picks the matoran up by the throat and throws him into the crystalzing blue protodermis.
XAI quickly modulates her voice to be unrecognizeable. "Where is the claim?"
@mechboard .
"The desert surrounding this canyon and the outermost sides of the canyon are under claim of the Throne of Chagrin. You are therefore required to explain your activity in our airspace."
Scan complete. Xia now has full Akaku-Rode imagery of all the Zyglak technology.
"No such claim was visible from outside. We are now leaving."
The drones engage their plasma thrusters and fly away extremely fast.
It devours things almost like an acid, it can move, it can grow, and it really doesn't like being locked up in a test tube. The goop soaks into the ground.
The matoran reports back to Jraggin. "It's alive, sir, and it doesn't seem to cooperate when we put it in our containment systems."
The Zyglak pauses before giving his slow reply. "It was made by matoran, just as we were made by Foolish Ones. We have the option of shunning our find or congratulating it, and since we are better then the Foolish Ones, we welcome our find into our ranks."
"But, sir! Its just a puddle of goo! It doesn't have a soul like we-"
"Let's see if it agrees with you." Jraggin picks the matoran up by the throat and throws him into the crystalzing blue protodermis.
It erupts forth and devours the matoran angrily before settling unnaturally quickly. The sphere adds more crystallized goop to it's mass. Twin pillars of the slimy substance, a few inches thick each, rise from the goo before joining together several feet from the ground...
"The desert surrounding this canyon and the outermost sides of the canyon are under claim of the Throne of Chagrin. You are therefore required to explain your activity in our airspace."
Scan complete. Xia now has full Akaku-Rode imagery of all the Zyglak technology.
"No such claim was visible from outside. We are now leaving."
The drones engage their plasma thrusters and fly away extremely fast.
There were only weakish prototypes of the hand-held weapons in existence at the time, good luck.
The matoran reports back to Jraggin. "It's alive, sir, and it doesn't seem to cooperate when we put it in our containment systems."
The Zyglak pauses before giving his slow reply. "It was made by matoran, just as we were made by Foolish Ones. We have the option of shunning our find or congratulating it, and since we are better then the Foolish Ones, we welcome our find into our ranks."
"But, sir! Its just a puddle of goo! It doesn't have a soul like we-"
"Let's see if it agrees with you." Jraggin picks the matoran up by the throat and throws him into the crystalzing blue protodermis.
It erupts forth and devours the matoran angrily before settling unnaturally quickly. The sphere adds more crystallized goop to it's mass. Twin pillars of the slimy substance, a few inches thick each, rise from the goo before joining together several feet from the ground...