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[i][b]~~~~~~Hour after Crash / Port Royal - (Fading) Storm Raging Sea / Rocky Reef - Trident Hull/Bow~~~~~~[/b][/i]

While the dull droning of rain could faintly be heard the closer one got to the hull of the ship, it was nothing compared to the mixed sound and senses once they stepped out onto the outer shell. The faint smell of salt clinging to the air along with the gently swishing waves along the rocky reef the huge metal ship was stuck on, it almost seemed like a calm time at sea. That was until one actually looked out towards the horizon to see large waves battering violently against the crackling blue energy, an energy that appeared to have no problem not only holding back the ferociousness of the storm strengthened seas but the raging winds and torrential downpours from above. Streaks of water fell down across the surface of the shield, further revealing the the range to which the energy encompassed as well as the extent it had to go to in order to protect all that was within this isolated bubble of calming existence. 

Like most of the other original technology on the ship, the appearance of the large platform that began to rise up from an opening on the ship’s hull, came with a continuing sound of creaking and scraping of metal as it raised up from its lower depths. It seemed like a vast majority of the Birugs throughout the entire ship were meeting here, the normally slow moving machines racing through the air as they levitated chunks of metal and wire towards a large structure being constructed some distance away from Nomis and the arriving Hooded Figures. While the patchwork casing grew higher with every new layer of steel the Birugs brought, the partially deconstructed machine within it could just be noticed peaking over the topmost edges, the parts which once belonged to it now carefully laid to the side, and just like its original form, it too seemed to be in the middle of an upgrade. 

Already the Hooded Figures were busy working like the still buzzing Birugs, the monitors and connecting interfaces soon being added to the lowest parts of the casing soon giving the Figures the means to follow the current build of the machine. Stepping towards the towering structure it was only once Nomis and his cane came to a halt on one of the still laying sheets of metal that faced a growing pile of metal scraps that he too began to work. It happened once the older man looked up at the Birugs busy with their levitating, the machines immediately letting go of their heavy steel cargo the moment the layers were suddenly floating through the air by themselves. 

Soon flying away to continue their gathering, Nomis appeared to effortlessly guide the metal sheets into multiple places along the structure. Increasing its height and density much quicker than the Birugs could and letting them focus on the rest of the construction, Nomis continued the work along with the machines and Hooded Figures, the bright purple glow from the pile of scrap illuminating the base of the structure whenever the light being cast from one of the ship’s hull lining beacons faded briefly, something which had been growing more common as time went on. 


[i][b]~~~~~~(Present)First Morning Light / Port Royal - Calm Seas / Rocky Reef - Trident Hull/Bow~~~~~~[/b][/i]

The downpour had stopped shortly before the sun started to rise, the light somehow signalling the end to the storm raging outside the massive shield of energy. Yet even then the shield stayed on, keeping back the waves even though they were greatly weakened since the fading away of the storm. With the now clear skies and blue ocean bobbing around a pretty large radius from the ship, there was no other sign of the barrier that separated the rest of this world from the ship, unless one knew the exact signs to look out for. 

Though the piles of scrap had grown larger as time went on during the construction, by its end, once the last sheets of metal were soldered into place, only a few mounds of cables and shards remained, the actually metal from the piles seeming to not exist any more. The towering array creaked as its top began to turn, the spinning of the large communication wings clearly just the beginning as various other parts of the structure started to react, some twirling around in place like the top while others appeared to piston in time with cracks of static.  

“[color=9e0b0f][i]Let us try this again…[/i][/color]” Said Nomis as he worked on the final commands needed for the machine to complete its purpose, the dark metal fingers tapping away on the console just before a large release of static which erupted from the circling pistons immediately caused the rest of the machine to speed up in operation. 

A sudden but sharp screech of noise echoed out from the monitor the moment Nomis pressed a button, the sound of constant static buzzing out so long as he held his finger in place. 

“[color=9e0b0f]Broadcasting on all secure channels common to Eleus, Lyphemus, and Thalassa, Class ships. Ilios, once you receive this you are to send a ship immediately to the source of this transmission. Last known flight coordinates are programmed to transmit along with this message. Due to an explosive discharge during flight we are unable to break atmosphere. Information and cargo stored here must return back to the Thalassa as soon as possible. Respond with confirmation…[/color]” Nothing but static could be heard as soon as Nomis stopped his recording, though while the seconds soon turned to minutes and it seemed like everything was to be in vain, there came a reply. Not much of one, but still a reply.

“[i][color=0054a6].......is Thyia, message rece….. Master Clacverk. Ilios is b……….formed this second. Additional informati……………….eived and examined. Estim……...ime of available Lyphem………..ship to locati………. four hours, 14 minu……….smission end.[/color][/i]”

“[i][color=9e0b0f]The ship should be able to better process the message...perhaps running it through a…[/color][/i]” The sudden beeps that came from what appeared to be the lead Birug caused Nomis to look up from the monitor, and to see what looked like a kind of warning light dim in and out from the floating machine’s large eye lense. 

“[color=9e0b0f]Show me.[/color]” Said Nomis, allowing the Birug to whirl around before slotting in beside the console its creator had been using, the screen immediately changing to show the outline of the ship, specifically that of the hull judging by the great gathering of dots in one particular place, although now with an added three much further along the skin of the ship, close towards the back sections. 

Swiping his hand in the air towards the flying Birugs, a rather sizeable chunk of the great gathering immediately stopped what they were doing and were soon flying off in formation towards the location of the three signals, leaving Nomis and the majority of Birugs to keep working. 


~~~~~~Port Royal - Calm Seas / Hallways of Trident Warship~~~~~~

The Arianrhods (Crawlies) quickly began to multiply as each new panel that was expertly lasered from the wall revealed more of the spider-like machines, the once small group now a massive swarm covering the entire floor as they gave chase after Shinto. While those at the head of the crawling masse continued to shoot their highly dangerous beams at the running Dactyl, it seemed some of the newer ‘Crawlies’ had another idea. The robots quickly leapt from their now exposed hiding places behind the walls, their sharp legs reaching out in order to latch onto Shinto in anyway possible, even if it meant straight through to the bone. 


~~~~~~Port Royal - Calm Seas / Rocky Reef - Trident Warship/Stern~~~~~~

The sound of the Birugs internal gears ticking would have been the first thing Dominic and Asahina noticed, the sheer number of them creating a much louder sound than normally possible. The large flock of them suddenly scattered the moment they were in sight of the three figures, the two dozen or so machines soon flying wildly around the group, some unleashing the familiar bursts of stored electricity at Asahina, while a few seemed to prefer a more physical style of attack, actively slamming into Dominic from many sides, possibly as a way to hurt him though most likely trying to disorientate the man more than anything. 

During all this, three of the eye-bots suddenly positioned themselves above the group, watching as only two were capable of facing off against the machines, while the third still laid unconscious in the older one’s grasp. Just like they had done with the gathering of supplies, the beams of blue energy reappeared from the machines large eyes, this time focusing on the Princess’ body as they started to levitate her away from the protection of Dominic and Asahina.