[b]Facility A-1: Departure[/b]

Once released, the Witch whirled around, and stared as if warning them.

"[i]We will personally meet again. Remember me, when you are bowing in fear at us...[/i]"

It then glowed a bright white, before dispersing in a cloud, having regained function of it's dead ship. The Cathedral slowly melted away, disintegrating into nothing as it could now be retrieved. As the scientists watched all the remaining debris and artifacts disappear, they revised all collected data, and discovered more intricate workings of the Matron armor. Possessing a bio-interactive layer on it's inside, it would theoretically react and augment itself as the user wore it, using intelligent materials to strengthen weak areas or direct more power into more commonly utilized weapons, tailored to each specific Essence that Possessed it. It would not be hard to fabricate, but the black ooze was key. And it's contents were disturbing.

 It was most definitely organic, and it's DNA signature matched that of the mummified corpses. It infused and spread throughout the material, and activated a small magical link to the armor's disk, allowing connection to be established between planes of existence. Ethereals lacked any apparent magical ability or substance, and so they instead distilled it from prisoners they had captured. Ones who possessed magical power. Like the Iscandarians. Magical organics were key in the Gathering's reproductive cycle, so to speak. Without it, it's just another type of armor, though much more entropy resistant.

One researcher looked up at his colleague, after revising the data, and looked him stone cold in the eye.

"We have to stop these things."

[b]The Void Expanse: War Maiden[/b]

"[i]Unrelenting Retribution returns. And with the information I seek...
Our mission was a success. and we are one step closer to My return...
However, those pests continue defying Me, refusing to submit...
I ask you, My child, Bringer of the Third Cataclysm, to carry out My will...
Go forth to this place, and bring about another. Show them we are to be feared...[/i]"

Standing before the Queen, was a humanoid figure, clad in ancient armor that also ended in a magnificent gown, that spread about on the floor. It was detailed beautifully, and wisps of grey smoke leaked out of it's cracks It muttered outloud, in a feminine voice that sounded as if it was from an angel itself, and turned, leaving the chamber. Her helmet was open, and situated in the billowing smoke was two dark orbs.

"As you wish, My lady."