[center][h1]Cloaks crew[/h1][/center]

... Is sitting out for a bit to travel.

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[@evanist]

The forest 'consuming' the ship was primarily comprised or streams of vines spreading over the ship, seeking any hole or grip they could find to pull at or dig into, it wasn't hard at all to heavily engulf the ship with the mass producable things... of course, they were also quite fragile, and the cutting lasers easily shredded them in droves.

However, the ship was thoroughly surrounded by forest, if they couldn't maintain a steady cover all around, the vines would inevitably try to move in again from a different angle, rather a relentless thing, even if not particularly 'fast'

...

Less 'easy' to cut through were the roots working their way closer, partially under-ground and much thicker and more substantial than the vines, they were also ripe with magical energy and tended to regenerate visibly when sliced.

Perhaps more relevant still, was the presence of sickly green eyes hiding around within the clearing's edge, coupled with the stink of rot that spread on the wind with ease.


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[center][h1][color=39b54a]Changeling Crew[/color] And[color=662d91] Some Shadowbolts[/color][/h1][/center]
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[@thedman]

The changeling cocked his head sharply at nearly the first piece of information that the Specialist provided [color=39b54a]<Whu... Humans?!... Isn't that fancy? There's some 'very' old nigh discredited myths involving that word, heheh. Being real is going to blow some minds.>[/color] He did another of those buzzy chuckles as he glanced out the shattered window for a moment, it could only 'barely' be seen with the dimmed lighting of the Eclipse, but he was glancing at the minimal twinkle of brighter stars. [color=39b54a]<The stars though... hooph, quite a thing...>[/color]

He paused then to wander his eyes up to the ceiling and tap a claw against his chin a little, clearly thinking deeper on something... [color=39b54a]<If you're that big a deal though, I should warn you about the local authorities. You crashed in a Territory known as Equestria, Ruled primarily by the ponies. They're generally very friendly if you don't threaten them, but they're very easy to turn xenophobic.>[/color] He pointed a claw out the window for a moment, though made no indication that Lee should actually move to look [color=39b54a]<The eclipse out there is their doing, it's a standard sign of crisis and nation-wide notification that their leaders are addressing it immediately... you're likely to meet them soon enough.>[/color]

He certainly noted that this human had mentioned a 'failed invasion', and quickly addressed the possibility [color=39b54a]<It's good that you don't intend hostilities though, that on it's own should be enough for them, and I don't wish to influence your view of them over-much when experience is infinitely less biased, but I can tell you that they are considerably more impressive than your weapon there, and highly protective of their more mortal subjects.>[/color] He smiled then and shrugged [color=39b54a]<That said, I'm sure they'd be willing to help you with repairs however they can, if it's even possible, given the vast difference in technology.>[/color]

That smile broadened just slightly [color=39b54a]<And honestly, if you ever do get to leave again, We'd certainly not mind tagging along... It's rather rough here for my kind, though it's only partly our own fault, it's mostly fate having a giggle and the afformentioned xenophobic reactions... regardless of that though, we could at least 'try' to translate between yourself and the Equestrians... they rather lack this particular mode of bridging language gaps.>[/color]




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[center][h1]Luna's intervention[/h1][/center]
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[@hellotraveler]

The 'Nightmare' Arrived rather quickly, drifting in on the wing as she witnessed the bright projection and... a lone strangely dressed bat-pony trying to flee from her guard creature... only to quickly return for the device that it had dropped in the midst of the light.

Once she was in the right position she snapped her wings closed and simply dropped, landing with a hefty 'CHKTHUD!', shamelessly within the light herself and seemingly unphased by it, though it did create the most unusual contrast on her form, as one side lit up brightly to show off the arrays of purples and the blue, and the other less so to demonstrate the sparkly galactic motif of her mane and tail, combined with those glowing eyes.

Of course, the intensity of the light all but ensured there'd be no shadows, likely leaving her lacking such powers as well, but she didn't seem to care as she sauntered slowly towards him [color=662d91]"You have some very unfortunate timing little bat. There is far too much trouble going on right now for your intrusion to be taken as a mere coincidence."[/color] She kept her casual and calm pace as she kept a close watch on his motions. [color=662d91]"What is it that brings you here? Speak quickly, because my patience wears thinner with every interruption that arrives."[/color]




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[@double][@Rune_alchemist]

This strange being... it made what sounded like some kind of mirthful announcement before starting to... 'dance', or all things... Horrifyingly, this one was reminding her more and more of the Pink one with every action.

...

Then there was an ominous crack and it plastered itself against the floor, reminding her what happens when other ponies try to 'be' the pink one and fail... she did her best to with-hold a snicker at the alien's expense, it would have been horribly rude!

It was not long before the other alien appeared and... kicked it?! Heavens, that was rude, or was it just part of their dynamic? One could not safely assume without any insight, and for the moment it seemed something ore important came up... The other one was beckoning them to follow... into the ship...

Horrible betrayal possibilities aside, she was certain she could handle it if a 'threat' came of this, but better yet, they were pretty much inviting her to have a look at the insides of their vessel and see what it was like, something that was easily acceptable as a sign of... at least tolerance, if not trust. She followed along with a steady pace, easily making the assumption that this second creature was taking her away to be treated for whatever injury she had just incurred on herself.

She paid thorough attention to the inside of the ship of course, though it was more about observing for potential threats than admiring it's aesthetics... that could come later, and once the second stranger had settled it's companion on the table and-She restrained her expression as she watched what she assumed was their own form of magic, though she refrained from more invasive study, incase it would have triggered some nastier reaction, something she assumed wouldn't be an issue with a hopefully recognized spell from Astral to provide some form of translation.

It was admittedly an impressive display, perhaps especially to one who wasn't used to seeing feats of magic on display.

She noted the second one preparing to leave the room, and turned her attention to the unconcious first... Perhaps she could-Only to be interrupted by Astral calling out to the second, and turning to look his way.[color=662d91]I am sure they are simply going to retrieve something to treat their friend here."[/color] Then she looked to the second alien with a small smile [color=662d91]"Though, Would be helpful to gain translation experience."[/color]

That thought though, it gave her an interesting idea, and she moved over to settle next to Astral, her own magic seeming to radiate slightly as if trying to ease the strain of what was clearly a considerable drain on him. [color=662d91]"Though on that note, I shall see if the unconcious one dreams, If so, I can interact with it, and perhaps, out here, we can co-opt that interaction into refining the translation circle to better handle such alien languages?"[/color]


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[@Rune_alchemist]

Speaking of said unconscious alien, Luna was already subtly probing for their dreaming self... it was actually remarkably easy to find, a simple confirmation that they were indeed a dreaming species, though it would generally take additional effort to infiltrate the dreams of a wholly alien species such as this, the proximity eased that process considerably.

Of course, first Luna needed to see what was going on in said dream, though she did nothing to conceal her presence, going in blind was often not the best idea.







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[@Lugia]
[Sorry if this parts a little... eh... Some issues the other day made me lose it and need to rewrite, and the second try is never as good as the first TxT]

Luna stared a bit uncertainly at Trevor's altered form... [color=662d91]"Your backpack is being kept by one of my subordinates, you can worry about that later."[/color] Then she let out a small snort [color=662d91]"And please, a 'demonic' punishment would have involved impaling you, hooking each limb hard enough the joints would tear, then flaying you alive and grafting another creatures flesh in place of your skin... Lucky for you, every demonic 'threat' is sealed behind the gates of tartarus, locked in their own little prison dimension."[/color] She glanced off to the side, seemingly noting something that wasn't there, perhaps one of her 'others', but quickly returned her focus to him. [color=662d91]"Also, do not pretend you need me to coddle you in your new form, unintentional as this 'specific' one may have been... you are 'perfectly' capable of reaching to check either of those locations yourself."[/color]

She shook her head firmly then [color=662d91]"And walking on all fours is hardly a challenge, you have 'four' points of support afterall, rather than 'two'. Focus on how to move each leg, and walk. you can worry about the instinctive patterns of smooth locomotion later, or more advanced manuevers, later."[/color] She started to wander around him then, patiently examining the different angles... [color=662d91]"Luckily, you are not a carbon copy, as the original that you seem to have turned into is a mare, and has her own mark... hopefully, you lack her raw power, less for the idea of posing a threat, and more that you would be likely to kill 'yourself' accidentally with it."[/color]