[@Jollan]

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Metis sat in the odd machine they thought to test her with lucky that she had extra appendages to operate the thing as it seemed to her to have been made for two Bi-symmetrical types to operate. Valves, levers, gages, and four floor pedals were required to operate the machine. Then there was the balance of pressures and heat which unleashed the power in water that in the wild shattered stones but in the carriage gave it the ability to move a machine that weighed as much as an Orca...perhaps two Orca.

The carriage was nice but would have to be abandoned soon because of how it consumed her attention meaning she was not properly Lynn’s bodyguard. Perhaps she could find a reptile to ride, they might not be as skittish as a mammal either that or she’d trot along with the herd. 

“Why they not let Metis run?” she thought as she drove.

Metis was a creature of the wild, from beyond the extents of what most thought of as civilization. Here on the surface she of course was forced to wear a stillsuit to capture, filter, oxygenate, and circulate her body moisture so she didn’t dry up and die in a world that was all desert to her and she’d trained to survive here.

They may need horses and other strange mounts to cover ground but Metis was a Hunter and in her second stomach she had several condensed food pellets that were a natural product of her strange biology. Had she regurgitated one of the pellets to share with an ally like Lynn in an extreme survival situation it would have resembled a wrinkled purple brown egg with a thin translucent blood skin the size of a small chicken’s egg. It was how she survived between kills in the abyss excepted she didn’t need to move it any farther than her third stomach to survive three days before she needed to eat another.