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[b]Relica Surface [/b]
[i]High-Temple of the Seeder-Gods, High-Prophet Office[/i]
[i]13:08 Relica Central Time[/i]

Xanathor sat easy in his chair as the marines barged into his office. Reckoning would be at hand. Whatever happened, he would not bow for the governor. But instead of the governor, Militiantus came inside. Xanathor did try to get up, for defying such a man would surely mean a much greater insult. But then the man let him sit. Almost as if he did not care for the whole situation.

Filled was such a heavy word. It was certainly not so bad. But getting two fleets stationed within orbit surely was an issue. Xanathor sensed that they served a different purpose. A blockade?

Xanathor observed the images. It was far from quiet, far from calm. He had hoped that his Shadowstalkers would have kept themselves and the others at bay. But alas, when tanks are stationed at the monastery, a battle would unfold obviously. Secretly it pleased Xanathor. These humans were utterly crushed by the Geomancers. The old order had lost none of its robust strength. Yet he faked a troubled sight as he watched the video unfold.

"You misunderstand." Xanathor began his defense. "Why would I acknowledge there fanatics? These zealots that believe the old can return?" he countered at the human. "They are not Relicants. They are but... relics. Memories of a distant time that will soon vanish." he tried to assure the man. "As for steps taken to apprehend them, I am afraid that such a task has long since been surrendered to the human authorities. our own officials do what they can. But it was by human decree that our peace keeping forces were to be cut."

The High-Prophet let out a heavy sigh. Once again, his species had to suffer at the hands of the opressors. Declaring that freedom is the price of security. But Xanathor knew they would get no security. Humans did not care less for Relicants. They only cared for their creations and their knowledge. "You desire a blockade." Xanathor stated. "I hope you will understand the consequences that come from this."[hr][b]Relica Surface [/b]
[i]Heiseria flatlands, the Amber Expanse [/i]
[i]14:09 Relica Central Time[/i]

The field had long since been abandoned. The farmers either fled the place or died tending the fields. Either way, the wild wheat had grown higher than Relicants ever could be. In fact, it grew even higher than humans could ever hope to be. Through the field untouched for ages, a small group of Relicants moved. Looking around to avoid detection. The EOM forces in orbit would find them sooner rather than later. But before that happened, they had to reach their destination.

Which was a clearing near a lake. Near the shore an Angel-class corvette landed. Before it a small group of rugged looking Relicants stood. Boasting scars and some even fresh wounds. They were far from the elegant, small creatures on Relica. But they were Relicant either way. "Captain Oborus." The Voidwalker leading the group of Geomancers greeted. Keeping a careful distance from the pirates. The captain, a female Relicant with quite a few scars but no fresh wounds stood in the middle. She stood more decorated than her crew and above all else, she held the shoulder-pads of an actual captain. Oborus was formed Relicant Navy.

"I'm happy you received my signal." the Shadowstalker continued in his altered voice. "I have a proposal for you. We know that you only have a handful of tide casters at your command. They are the only reason why you're still alive. But you lack the strength to deliver meaningful and powerful strikes."

"That's strong coming from a grounded whelp. You ruin two tanks and they've stationed 2 fleets in the orbit. Piracy was nice and easy if you bunch didn't throw those humans off the cliffs. Now I need to hide more than I can fight. So tell me, why shouldn't I fly up right this damn second?"

"Because, if you disliked us so much that you wouldn't want to work together, you wouldn't be here." the Shadowstalker stated. Oborus raised an eyebrow but then did gave him a small nod. "Again, you lack the killing power. The rebellion on Relica will survive. But the times of piracy are counted in this system. But if they must station 2 fleets here-"

"Those 2 fleets must be taken away from somewhere else..." Oborus finished off. "You're not talking about hitting the blockade. You sneaky bastards." For a moment, Oborus remained silent, thinking about the proposal. "I will take a few bands of these Geomancers. But they will be under my direct command."

"How do we know we can trust you will use them to the advantage of the rebellion, and not just to the enjoyment of your own pirate ventures?" Asked the shadowstalker, already anticipating the answer.

"You don't. But trust this, I hate those humans a lot more than most Relicants. They slaughtered the fleet, Shadow. They killed my admiral, murdered my colleagues and massacred crew under my command. They'll pay for all of this. Don't worry."

A few minutes later the Angel-class Corvette began it's lift-off. The tide casters hid the ship in the watervapor of the lake. The scanners would be confused, thrown off. Sooner rather than later the EOM would know that something got past their blockade and they'd send scout crafts. But in the end, it would all be too late. The Relicant rebellion had made a gamble. Now they had to hope it would pay off.