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@apathyYou can be tekked out in augs but the more you are tekked the more prone you are to becoming a cyber-fucking-psycho. (cyber psychosis). I dont expect every one in the crew to be walking cyborgs for obvious reasons but if you are intrested in that you could probably do that but you'll be facing some IC penalties to balance out your bad assness.


something like forced synesthesia? bicameral splits during excess aug use causing them to talk to themselves?
@apathydope any questions?


what's the tech level at?

my initial thoughts were someone with augs leaning towards sound projection/manipulation, AR/hologram shenanigans and possibly a pheromone producer.
interested in the crowd-control character.
Sóse Oakes/Tekaronhióken
Operative Hihnon


Age: 51
Height: 6'9
Weight: 470 lbs.
Reach: 81"
Hair: Black (Graying)
Eyes: Copper
DESCRIPTION

His face consists of broad planes cut by the sharp angles of his cybernetics, and could have been considered handsome if his expression weren’t so naturally dour. Retractable tinted lenses implanted in his zygomatic recesses add to Sóse's intimidating countenance.

He favors heavy clothes to mask his augmented form, leaving Sóse’s fashion sense obstinately out of touch. Eschewing vogue aborform and chromorphic materials for reliable nu-fibers, he models himself after action heroes of the past. A hydrophobic Deflexion jacket over a gunmetal mycofiber shirt and black d3o denim jeans tucked into size 22 combat boots are his go-to outfit.

Calm. Observant. Aloof. Jaded.

Sóse is a veteran of the First Contact War and subsequent Years of Blood, a retired operative with the NYDD and currently works as a private investigator. He operates out of Udica, North Capital City, formerly known as the Red Hook neighborhood of Brooklyn.

His career in law enforcement was cut short after the 9 Suns Tower incident culminated with the destruction of its upper 50 floors. Professionally disgraced, Sóse established his own agency shortly after.

He lives out of his small office, located on the 10th floor of a Pre-FC tenement. Utilitarian to the point of self-neglect, Sóse surrounds himself with very few luxuries. Notorious for taking any case, he navigates the ghost of a city to piece together the clues and maybe get a glimpse at the bigger picture behind recent domestic terrorist activities.

ASSESSMENT

Intelligence - Sóse possesses a gifted and inquisitive mind, honed through years of experience as a detective and private investigator. These innate talents (coupled with the OPHIUCUS) have lent themselves well to his less than legal ventures in cyberspace. He is a skilled tactician capable of quickly formulating strategies according to the demands of the moment. His memory banks contain vast digital archives covering a variety of fields of interests ranging from chemistry to xenobiology, along with manuals for piloting a broad variety of vehicles and aircraft.

Strength - While his uppermost strength level has never been properly documented, estimates place Sóse slightly beyond the 100 ton threshold. Sóse has displayed enough strength to lift a twelve ton reinforced utility vehicle (loaded with a further 4 tons in the form of a squad of cybernetically-enhanced sicarios) with little effort and toss it 100 yards.

Speed - Despite his size, the ceramsteel myomeres in Sóse's legs enable him to reach speeds well beyond the capabilities of even the finest human athlete. This lends to explosive bursts of speed to cover ground quickly, or to pursue targets fleeing in vehicles. Sóse can reach a top speed approaching 300 mph, but requires time and distance to attain such a velocity. His dexterity is enough that when coupled with his enhanced processing power, Sóse can engage threats that operate at much higher speeds than him.

Durability - Sóse is extremely durable, capable of withstanding tremendous amounts of punishment. High caliber bullets, 120mm tank shells and military-grade explosives cause negligible damage while hypersonic missiles and high-powered direct energy weapons require adequate countermeasures. His cybernetic arms can withstand almost unlimited impact, due to the neobohrium used. Fine tuning of his augmentations have decreased the drain on his power supply, allowing him to engage in full combat for several hours before needing to supplement his energy stores. Before cyberization, his ability to tap into and absorb bio-force on a level similar to the invading Val'Gara kept Sóse alive and capable of fighting high-end Cataclysm. This ability was mostly burnt out during cyberization but a vestige remains in his ability to counteract direct psionic and thaumic effects, localized reality distortions and other forms of supernatural energies or abilities with a personal field of bio-force.

Martial Abilities - Sóse is an extremely formidable unarmed combatant, as well as a proficient armed fighter. As a youth much of his time was spent in the boxing gym with his brother, Tawit. After years of training, they would become golden glove winning fighters before enlisting. Nearly two decades of military service has expanded his martial knowledge to other systems, first as a Private during the First Contact War; then as a Cybernetic Operative during the Years of Blood. He favors employing combat styles that make full use of his strength, endurance and durability such as Boxing, Judo and Muay Thai. He is a lethally accurate marksman with all variety of firearms, and is also proficient in projectile throwing, favoring knives and tomahawks.

AUGMENTATIONS

Raweno Industries N-Weave 5 is an implant of advanced bio-electronic nano-neuro-circuitry in Sóse's cerebellum that hosts an impressive 30 exaflop quantum processor, vast digital archives and allows for direct interface between Sóse's thoughts and his myriad amount of augmentations and applications.

IZO Series-8 OPHIUCUS is a modular hacking device implemented into Sóse’s Raweno Industries N-weave 5, allowing him complete control over hacking operations without the need for any tactile device or virtual interface via integration with the SiMart Cochlear Module infolink. It contains predictive analytics engines; polymorphic intrusion and obfuscation rootkits; quantum VPN; military-spec ICE (intrusion countermeasures); a growing library of goblins (powerful hacking programs); and environmental dominator subroutines.

Raweno Industries AUGUR is a cranial implant that oversees a combination of audio, visual, thermal, and motion detection systems housed across Sóse's body, each updated once per nanosecond. Topographic information is compiled and accurately rendered in Sóse's HUD through enhanced sensory processing algorithms.

HEX RetPros serves as a high-end chassis for Sóse's optical augmentations, installed with an optoelectronic HUD by default that syncs with the rest of his systems to relay real-time data. They have variable zooms and frame rates of x2/8/14/20 and 60 to 6,000,000 fps along with anti-memetic, infrared and ultraviolet filters that have proven invaluable in his profession as a detective.

HEX Aperture Mk. 3 allows Sóse to locate and reveal persons and objects beyond nearby walls and obstacles (< 10' thick) by emitting frequency-modulated carrier waves from his pupils. Sensors from Sóse's AUGUR implant collaborate with the carrier waves to assemble a two-dimensional representation of the target's silhouette which is then projected as an overlay onto Sóse's HUD. Production of these carrier waves can quickly drain his core power supply if use exceeds intervals beyond 10 minutes.

n0 sc0p3 is a motion-dampening, stability-inducing subsystem which narrows the fire zone, allowing the user to aim at targets with greater efficiency while under extreme duress, moving at high speeds or during free-falls. n0 sc0p3 is decentralized, with elements embedded in the user's nerve-brain connections, inner ear structure, and optic nerves. From nanosecond to nanosecond, the augmentation reads and processes inputs from the user's sensors tied to balance and orientation, then modifies and adjusts his aim accordingly.

Flash Suppression via the prostheses inherent self-preservation parameters, negating the majority of distortion to Sóse's sight incurred through the use of concussion/flash grenades or other sources of harsh light that exceed 80 megacandela.

Combat Analytics Augmented Reflex Engine or CAARE is a decentralized implant (with elements along his vestibular system as well as nerve bundles in the legs and a distributed set of disc implants in the spinal column) that supercharges Sóse's nervous system for a brief time to increase his agility and dexterity by a factor of 5 and narrows his response time to picoseconds. Overuse does pose the potential to overclock Sóse’s systems. Estimated duration before internal damage is 10 minutes every 12 hours.

SiMart Cochlear Module is an infolink device capable of receiving and transmitting wireless communications and accessing networks, implanted directly into Sóse’s inner ear. Sensitivity to minute vibrations in the larynx allows for subvocalized communication when necessary. Sóse is capable of interfacing with electronic devices or networks within range (200m) via this module. By manipulating the module's settings, Sóse is also able to amplify or dampen his hearing.

IZO Aegis is composed of a supple, layered, micron-thin non-corrosive material replacing Sóse’s entire dermal system. Rated as Class XI armor, the base is a nanofiber lattice weave made from a phased composite of ceramsteel bio-organic nanotubes above a dilatant fluid that is then layered again with the nanotubes. This allows the Aegis to deflect molecular blades, mono-wires and other weaponry that operate along similar methods. When energy from a physical blow or discharge strikes Sóse, the fluid becomes rigid, negating all but the most severe levels of damage. Inductive properties of the material serve to dissipate thaumic, magnetic, thermal (heat and cold), radioactive (up to low-level gamma) or other forms of energized trauma including electromagnetic pulses. Sóse’s skull and torso are the most heavily fortified zones, giving him a rather hulking physique.

IZO Z-RO CHASSIS is the total overhaul of Sóse’s skeletal and muscular systems. His sim-bones are made from a proprietary alloy that was infused into Sóse’s original organic skeletal system during initial cyberization. This alloy enriched his marrow and increased its density while encasing then eventually replacing his bones, hardening them to rods of titanium-vanadium composite of similar proportions. Sóse’s tissues and joints have been replaced with ceramsteel myomeres and microrotors to function identically to their organic counterparts, though with exponentially superior strength, speed, endurance and dexterity.

AKONWARA Health System is an elegant collection of augments distributed throughout the body, meant to keep Sóse alive under the most inhospitable conditions, protected by layers of spacecraft grade ceramsteel housing.

The main unit tracks Sóse's medical condition and triggers secondary modules when it registers critical damage to his organics through internal or external trauma. Modules implanted in his heart tissue, lymphatic system, and adrenal glands utilize micro-electric charges and phase-released chemicals to stimulate the human body's healing reaction.

While the majority of Sóse’s body is artificial, he still retains 70% of his brain and nervous system as well as heart, kidneys and lungs.

A cocktail of glutamates, monoamines and AKONWARA's proprietary pharmaceutical ISAAC dispensed via nano-injectors into Sóse's amygdala raises his emotional perception and empathy to keep him from slipping into psychotic episodes following years of conflict-induced PTSD. Coupled with therapeutic subroutines developed over the years, Sóse has little fear of cyber-psychosis.

Housed in Sóse's chest cavity is an implanted T0 Membrane chemical filter and oxygen circulation unit (a compact, closed-circuit rebreather) to prevent injury from poisons, toxins and biological agents by
recycling and cleansing inhaled breaths before passing them to his lungs. A secondary hyper-oxygenation feature can provide increased amounts of oxygen into Sóse's bloodstream enabling him to resist exhaustion from extended physical effort.

Meanwhile his digestive system has been bypassed by the AKONWARA Energy Converter to convert nutrients into a bio-electric charge that is then stored in Sóse’s core graphene supercapacitors within the ceramsteel housing.

An artificial liver with bioware sensors allows Sóse to drink inhuman amounts of alcohol with little ill-effect.

The system culminates with a cardioverter defibrillator capable of restarting Sóse's heart; it is implanted directly in the sinoatrial node, and is specially tuned not to interfere with Sóse’s other implants.

SiMart Combat Prostheses has seen the replacement of Sóse's organic limbs with enhanced-function cybernetic substitutes.

Unique modifications to Sóse’s cybernetic arm's shock buffers and sim-bone frames in conjunction with the use of an experimental neobohrium underlay beneath the IZO Aegis enable Operative Hihnon to effortlessly strike through 2' thick vanadium steel plating at baseline hardness.

Neobohrium is unique in its ability to absorb impacts and convert them into exponentially greater amounts of potential energy that is then stored in/discharged by a dimorphic magnetorheological fluid suspended in layered neobohrium. This force erupts as controlled concussive blasts from his palms or knuckles. The yield is proportional to the potential energy stored, with a minimal discharge being enough to overturn a 4 ton vehicle from a distance of 20'. The secondary property of neobohrium causes its hardness and tensile strength to increase exponentially until accumulated energy is discharged. This makes Sóse a greater threat as fights stretch on and more blows are landed.

By modifying myomere density and activating a shock-gel matrix in his legs, Sóse can perform devastating kicks, neutralize damage incurred from high falls or perform standing long jumps upwards of 60' or running leaps quadrupling that.

STEADFAST Recoil Negation allows for precision shooting of high-caliber weaponry via n0 sc0p3's integrated reaction management buffers working in conjunction with bioplastic shock compressors housed within Sóse's shoulders.

IZO Experimental Nanoshield is an attachment housed within Sóse's left thigh and knee, meant to be concealed until deployed. When activated, a high-energy molecular assembler uses a relevant silicon-carbide cartridge in order to create a lamellar graphene shield that fans out as deployed in a fixed-plate large enough to be used as cover while stationary or detached to serve as a proper shield. It is rated as Class XV refractory armor, capable of deflecting high-powered direct energy weapons at close range or withstanding the impact of hypersonic missiles.

EQUIPMENT & RESOURCES

The contents of his Deflexion leather jacket include an AFAK to provide medical assistance to others; chemlights to illuminate dark spaces; a weathered field notebook filled with case notes; additional speedloaded .950 osmium alloy projectiles; silicon-carbide cartridges; and AKONWARA CalDense Bars. These unique bars are a high-energy blend of carbohydrates and proteins that Sóse can use to recharge his power supply if engaged in prolonged battles. Each bar contains two servings.

Slung from his belt is a magazine pouch containing additional 10 round 10g magazines and an additional 50 round 12.7mm box magazine.

Tawiskaron is Sóse’s custom creation; a Red Technocracy railgun modified into a 4-shot revolver. Named after the Mohawk god of destruction, Tawiskaron lives up to its sobriquet. Equipped with a SiMart Holographic Sight and Wetware Bio-Lock diagnostic and safety system (synchronized via sensors built into his palms), Tawiskaron is capable of firing .950 caliber osmium alloy projectiles at 4,000 m/s. Sóse keeps Tawiskaron holstered beneath his jacket in a 3D printed speed-rig based on TANIGAWA DYNAMICS schematics he’d been given as payment for a kidnapping case.

Uktena PDW-23 is a hybrid weapon platform with an overall length of 23". The Uktena consists of a fully automatic, magazine-fed bullpup 10g shotgun and a top-loading, bottom ejecting 12.7mm large caliber SMG. Sóse favors a mixed load in the 10 round 10g magazines; thunder-arc shells (disorienting at 220 dB & 70 megacandela), thermite-core sabot slugs (anti-materiel), titanium flechette shells (anti-personnel), and bionic brass buckshot rounds (greater armor penetration). Meanwhile the 50 round box magazine is loaded with armor piercing tungsten carbide ammunition. Unique design specifications include a Wetware Bio-Lock diagnostic and safety system; selective fire modes (including both barrels at once); and a rapid side loading/ejection chamber, synchronized to his neural weave, to cycle through or feed 10g rounds as necessary.

Atóken is Sóse’s folding combat tomahawk housed within a compartment along the posterior of his right thigh. When activated, the blade vibrates at an extremely high frequency, increasing its sharpness to the point where it can cut through the target at a molecular level. The haft measures nearly 3' (1.5' folded) with a 1.5' bladed head. Both are constructed from the same silicon carbide material as the cartridges used in his micro-assembler.

2029 Cadillac Escalade ESV "Mary Two-Axe" is Sóse’s pride and joy, as well as his home away from the office, plainly evident by its contents. It is filled with extra CalDense bars and bottles of electrolyte water; a small crate of silicon cartridges; 2 crates each of supplemental ammunition for Uktena and a box of supplemental projectiles for Tawiskaron along with extra magazines and speed-loaders; supplies to replenish his AFAK; chemlights and two full back-up outfits (jacket, rig, shirt, jeans, boots).

Features include high-end surveillance equipment; remote function mode; Class-XV armored windshield, windows and body; EMP countermeasures across the cabin's interior and engine compartment; vanadium-steel reinforced chassis and front bumper; and VFI run flat system. Its V12 Reactivity Controlled Compression Ignition Combustion (RCCI) engine delivers a stupendous 980hp, allowing the vehicle to achieve a top speed of 250 mph and accelerate to 60 mph in 2.4 seconds while its Magnetic Ride Control automatically adjusts its finely-tuned suspension system to extreme road conditions and prevents the vehicle from flipping over during sharp turns at high speeds.

C | I | M | P | T

> 1 Clout :: Sóse's reputation precedes him, be it his years as a military operative or his recent stint as a private investigator.
> 0 Intellect
> 1 Magic :: A vestige of Sóse's ability to manipulate bio-force remains.
> 0 Physical
> 5 Technological :: Sóse's cybernetic augments and Mobius Ops level hardware put him far above the average SOLO.
they are living under ground but rations are running low so now they emerged to find supplies and they accidentally took over a small spot of Xanathan territory.They were living above ground but when the Val'gara started invading they hid underground to survive. Because there was no wood underground they became heavily reliant on technology,coal,and other ores. They became a small underground mining civilization.


if they've been around since the initial invasion in '08 then i'd reckon that would entail a few things. if they're within xanathan proper they'd either be in south africa or neighboring botswana or malawi as those countries are the most coal-abundant areas.

if you want to give yourself a bit more breathing room you could always go for morocco, niger or egypt as they are rich in coal and haven't really been explored so far in thread. but that does present the dangers of radiation and mutated flora and fauna.

i look forward to seeing what you come up with.
can i be a diesel punk nation?


if you could find a way to fit them into the narrative, sure. a few things to keep in mind is that xanathan dominates most of the hospitable territory or it falls under their influence. history in our setting was true to life until the alien invasion in 08.

feel free to join the discord and give us some insight into your faction
Hi i like to join the role play because my friend Nate here forced me to join


what did you have in mind?
Ok. By the looks of how NYUNDO has been acting, from what I can gather, they use magic and monsters... am I correct?


NYUNDO is a group of militant mutants and humans that resist Xanathan's current oppression. They do have magic users in their ranks but no monsters, unless you consider mutants monstrous. Their HQ was attacked by a monster, though. An old man that turned out to be a shapeshifting pain demon. The thread is split in two timelines with the events at Marange happening two weeks prior to the current activities of Xanathan, Nuberu/Reaex and your faction.
Welcome to my roleplay! In it, you will be attempting to overthrow a vampire tyrant. Every fight he wins, he gets stronger. If he loses, he dies and comes back weaker. If you can kill him enough times, you win! If he kills you, he steals your powers, and your character is dead. You can make another character to keep fighting him. Don't make any god level characters to keep it fun for everyone else. Good luck!


You do know the whole premise of this is that every time you beat him, he comes back stronger, right? It's a ongoing Arena.


those two statements contradict one another.
Assad’s eyes narrowed in contemplation, staring at the senterej board over the rim of a stoneware mug. Complex notes of cardamom melted into the black tea he’d taken to growing during his time spent away from NYUNDO’s command. With a satisfied smacking of lips, the old man leaned forward and moved his negus away from Najwa’s feresenya. “Kaliya kuwa jaahil ka ah dagaalka ayaa ku soo dhacaya. Only those ignorant of war rush in. This is a lesson you have learned well, habibti.”

Across the earthen table Najwa absently munched on a piece of muufo she’d dipped in her tea, eyes meticulously moving across each piece on the senterej board. The old man had made the first capture during werera, immediately setting the tone of the match. Since then she’d been on the defensive, capturing what few pieces she could in what was quickly becoming a war of attrition. “Still… I should have planned for the delay. For the Xanathan patrol. If not for that chi-”

Assad held up a wooden finger, its lacquered surface gleaming in dim quartz-filtered light set in the geotic ceiling above. “Hal farood maydhi karin wajiga.”

“Please, Baba. No more proverbs. I promise I’ll stop brooding.” Najwa groaned, placing a medeq one square forward. “Still, I think I’ll go see if I can help once I win this match.”

The old man feigned shock as he tossed a dried fig into his mouth, “Such disrespect! For your own father!” Chortling, Assad slid his remaining der across the board and set it defensively against her feresenya and medeq. Even now, after only a few hour’s rest following a night of horrors she only thought of others. A grin spread across his face as he looked at her and a memory was dredged out of the fog of time.

Through the lens of recollection he saw a child, trembling with fear as she stood up to the guards at a Xanathan research facility all those years ago. She had placed herself between the guards and a pair of younger children, eyes filled with determination. At 8 she was capable of keeping a contingent from joining the main XSF defense platoon. At 15 she accompanied Mshale and Semret in the clearing of a Durbaan hive. Now at 26, she was the heart of Marange; of NYUNDO. Ayanda’s withdrawal into the Kichaka Siri over the last decade had come as a heavy blow to all, but Najwa and Mshale were the ones most hurt. Yet while Mshale grew sullen and recalcitrant, Najwa resolved to fill Ayanda’s role. If only she realized how similar they’d become.

Assad was jarred from his daze by the grim turn of Najwa’s expression. “Ya amar, you don’t have to be so sore about losing,” he remarked with raised brows when he noticed the rippling surface of tea in his geotic mug. He rubbed at the stubble on his chin with curiosity when his eyes grew wide at the smooth veneer of his ligneous limb beginning to gnarl.

“Ya Allah!” Assad exclaimed while the fingers of his prosthesis exploded into a writhing mass of roots that splayed out over the table. Senterej pieces were rapidly enveloped in sprawling rhizomes that burrowed into the stone surface with a series of dull cracks, anchoring Assad in place.

“Stay back!” Assad exclaimed when a multitude of torn minds screamed in unison, their unfocused rage and euphoric agony crashing against his will. A leitmotif of disparate voices seethed within his mindscape as he furiously waved Najwa away.

“Abb!”

A litany composed from the commonality of humanity’s fears, appetites and pain created a psychic nebula through which only the truest of connections could pierce. Characterized in this instant as the concern that wracked Najwa’s face and caused Assad to rally against the intolerable noise that gnawed at his soul. “Habibti... you m-mun-must listen. Seek out… Omari a-atu-and use him to help t-tafa-the others!”

“Abb, what’s wrong!” Najwa pleaded as Assad continued to push her away with his unfettered arm, tears streaming down his scarred cheeks. She could hear the distant crashing of stone as tunnels collapsed. Paralyzed at the calamitous shift in their evening, Najwa watched in horror as Assad reeled back then slammed his face against the wooden and stone mass he was bound to. She took a step forward when he shot upright and bellowed “No!”.

Channels of blood poured from his lacerated forehead and shattered nose. As he tried to speak again the remnants of a tooth fell with a muted clatter from his nostril, encased in a thick glob of sanguineous phlegm. “O-Omari! Qatal takhatur!” At his limit, Assad embraced the void of unconsciousness with another self-inflicted blow that Najwa could not bring herself to watch.

In a full sprint, Najwa dashed past the growing discord. She was assaulted by the barking of commands in Shona and Xhosa. The tang of iron in the air from fresh wounds. Staccato eruptions of small-arms fire that echoed through the barrack's massive chamber. Every fiber of her being told her to stop and help her comrades. Torn between obligation and guilt, Najwa was prepared to disregard Assad’s commands when she saw it. The tell-tale saffron flash of Nkosiyabo’s magic illuminate the interior of his schorl quonset. The young Zulu sent the door flying with a blast of primal energy. Nkosiyabo beat his chest in defiance and yelled.

“Yidla umlingo wami, nina madube angahlanzwa!”

Bolstered by the sorcerer’s words Najwa roared like the Lioness she was, “FALL BACK, NKOSIYABO! TO THE HANGAR!” She bolted down the unblocked passage that connected the barracks to Marange’s cavernous hangar. With her speed it would take him nearly a quarter hour to catch up.

The steady emerald glow of the tunnel’s bioluminescent fungi had been diminished, a soft haze along twin channels that lined the over mile-long adit. Even now, nearly a third through she could feel the ambient heat of rising flames from the barracks. A heated sigh against the nape of her neck. Her ears rang as she pressed on into the intensifying pandemonium, an agonized cacophony amplified by the passage’s smooth walls.

Up ahead she could make out the growing aperture of the hangar’s quartz-filtered sunlight cutting through the virescent daze. Fists tightened with resolve as she charged forward, approaching the limits of her speed. Pupillary reflexes fired off at an accelerated rate continuously adjusting to the ever-brightening threshold.

Najwa hurtled through the luminous portal. Her jaw dropped in immediate horror. Bedlam gripped the subterrene hangar. The expansive chamber was dominated by a thrashing monstrosity. Mucilaginous grey flesh smashed against the kolwezite siding of a two-story tenement. Indigo ichor splattered from innumerable ocelli against the cerise structure with a sizzle. Slick ungulate forelimbs futilely sought traction against the hangar’s quartzite flooring. An equine skull was exposed, its elongated muzzle ending in heat pits that twitched wildly. A tripartite barbed tongue flung an oil drum in the air. The steel barrel was reflexively crushed in the vice grip of enormous oozing forcipules. Viscera pulsed within its translucent telson that skittered helplessly against the creature’s own bulk. The surrounding structures rattled as it threw its head back and keened. Cries of rage and terror were drowned out by a bestial wailing all too human in its expressiveness.

In her periphery she made out the nearby form of Imani beating a crumpled mass with a gore-coated wrench. She slowly turned her predatory gaze towards Najwa, wrench held high overhead. Directly across from her on the other side of the hangar she saw commotion in Omari’s clinic. Past the flailing abomination she made out warring silhouettes against the collapsed tunnel that led to Marange’s civilian population. An entire tenement missing with no signs of wreckage. Her nostrils flared at the pungent melange of innards and shit, petrol and ammonia. Her senses recoiled as they correlated and processed each heinous act slowed to macabre choreography.

Yet she never stopped her headlong charge. Najwa reached out as she dashed under Imani's vicious swing She firmly grasped the mechanic by the collar and flung her effortlessly. The enraged Swazi youth soared into a stack of tires with enough force to knock her unconscious.

300m away.

Najwa’s arms rose defensively, elbows tucked in tight. She approached a throng composed of corrupted comrades and refugees. They were armed and drawn to a distant clangor that boomed from the corridor that led to the training colosseum. Suddenly aware of prey in their midst, the drove turned on her. Situated between her and the clinic, she had no choice. Najwa slipped and wove her way through the crowd’s clumsy attacks. She took in each minute detail behind the reinforced knuckles of her combat gloves.

Dilated pupils. Flushed skin. Rapid breathing. Uneven heartbeats. The stink of adrenaline pouring from them. They’re stricken by rage. Najwa ducked, the glint of a blade slicing the space she’d just occupied. Her gaze shot past the immediate threats in her vicinity to a crowd of wailing children in the arms of immobilized mothers. Or fear.

Rolling forward Najwa positioned herself in the mob’s center. She took a step forward and planted the sole of her boot in Eshile’s stomach. His form smashed into two others, sending them to the ground. Turning, she lashed out in a flurry of strikes meant to incapacitate the remaining dozen hostiles before they could cause any further harm. Najwa stepped over their unconscious forms and peered towards the clinic.

200m. Need to get moving.

The distressing stench of fumes grew as she approached the clinic. Half-way there Najwa skidded to an abrupt halt as a gargantuan insectoid telson crashed down. Quartzite cracked in an eruption of debris. Meters-wide forcipules clacked menacingly above Najwa’s head. Venomous beads of dark rust dripped from the pincers. Incapable of forward locomotion, the monstrosity had blindly skittered to her as she’d become the cynosure of whatever was corrupting Marange.

“I don’t have time for you!” Najwa yelled, slamming a fist against the abomination’s translucent tergite plates. The chitin fractured in a moment of magnificent kaleidoscopic impact. A faint shimmer emanated from the telekill knuckles. In the blow’s wake the atrocity reacted violently. The fringes of its form quivered sickeningly and in a fleeting instant of clarity the exposed equine skull mutated into that of a confused and terrified young woman. As the spark from the knuckles faded so too did the gleam of humanity in her eyes. Now Najwa understood Assad’s last words.

She apologized internally for what she was about to do while leaping away from a swiping tarsus. Najwa leapt atop its back, slick with blood sweat. She took two lurching steps then launched herself at the arm supporting the abomination’s weight. Her knee crashed against its enormous elbow and shattered every bone around it. Najwa catapulted away from the shapeshifter.

She was another fifty meters closer to the clinic when the creature struck the ground. Her resolve steeled at the far-off sight of a child’s form collapsed at Omari’s doorway. The tempo of her footfalls created a frantic beat. Just a few more seconds.

A mephitic cloud of formaldehyde and peracetic acid accosted Najwa as she slid to a stop at the entrance. The boy’s limp form felt weightless in her arms. She gingerly laid him against the clinic’s alabaster wall. Najwa softly brushed dirt from his cheek. Her ears twitched at the tell-tale sound of striking flint. She was already in motion by the time Omari could give the lighter another attempt.

She crashed through the wooden door without notice. Splinters of wood harmlessly bounced off her exposed skin. Omari’s thumb was pressed against the flint wheel. He sat in the clinic’s chair, covered in chemicals. The hiss of butane cut through Najwa’s focus. Sparks were set to erupt and engulf the clinic in an inferno. Just then a gloved hand wrapped around Omari’s fist and crushed the lighter and several bones in its grasp.

“ENOUGH!”

Najwa released the grisly pulp of Omari’s hand. She struck her knuckles together in a prismatic cascade of cleansing light that filled the small clinic.

Minutes later…

The gleaming glove resting atop an ornate rug in the middle of the room drew Nkosiyabo’s eyes. He sat in silence in the small alcove beside Omari’s clinic that served as the doctor’s quarters. Najwa had sat at the tunnel’s entrance, waiting on the sorcerer’s arrival. The unconscious form of Makemba was slung over her shoulder. He was lost in contemplation at what she’d told him as he arrived.

“Can your magic make people forget?”

He knew many spells and had made many pacts with the jungle’s own but this was beyond him. This was an ancient evil that preceded humanity. Perhaps even the Imimoya he had sworn fealty to.

Najwa returned with Omari and Makemba in tow, heads bowed in shame. Tears freely fell down the doctor’s face. Cradling the slowly mending mass of his hand, he muttered under his breath. “Etthu xeeni yootakhala evanrya aka?... Etthu xeeni yootakhala evanrya aka?...”

“Nkosiyabo, can you do what I asked?” Najwa fixed her gaze upon the Zulu, returning the glove to her hand. The sorcerer solemnly shook his head. “No matter. I have another plan in mind that requires each of your gifts.”

Omari began to protest but quickly went silent when Najwa shot a steely glare his direction. “Fix your hand, doctor. Makemba’s as well. I am going to ask much of you. But first, Nkosiyabo… you are renown in Marange for your guile and craft. In your travels have you made dealings with an imimoya of sleep?”

A look of understanding slowly washed over Nkosiyabo and he nodded, already exiting the cramped quarters. The others followed close behind. Omari and Makemba watched as the sorcerer began the ritual summoning. Najwa stepped away from the group, removing the telekill panga from its sheath at the small of her back. She grimaced at her blood-flecked reflection in the scoured stone blade.

Najwa struck the flat of the machete's blade with a glowing fist until it shone intensely, bathing her in its light. She gave a great hurl of her arm. The machete embedded itself deep in the hangar's ceiling. An imperceptible aura began to radiate from the panga and resonated through the quartz with a cleansing effect.

Najwa turned to Nkosiyabo who was exhaling a ghastly wreath of violet flames. With a flourish a batá appeared tucked under his left arm. The drum was made of rich mpingo and emblazoned with faintly luminous sigils. A gossamer vellum was stretched taut over the drum's head. He struck the drum once and was met with the sound of beating wings. Rapid syncopation caused the plumes to condense into a blazing pillar Nkosiyabo slowly circled.

"Ibhumubi vusa. Ibhumubi vusa. Silethele. Silethele. Ibhumubi vusa…"

His chanting continued softly as the remaining conscious refugees and comrades awoke into a living nightmare. Disparate voices began to call out in sudden realization. Staggered gasps from weeping mothers. Outraged howls of confusion. Repressed sobs of self-loathing. All were soothed at the Ibhumubi's evocation.

Spectral scales shimmered along diaphanous moth wings creating a cloud of somnolescent powder that descended upon the hangar. The tenement Najwa presumed destroyed slowly materialized. Cries of lament and bellows of rage softened to a torpid murmur as the Ibhumubi navigated the cavernous chamber.

Najwa left Nkosiyabo to his work and approached the duo of Omari and Makemba. The two looked up at her lithe form as Omari finished healing the elderly woman’s hand. “Do you understand what must be done?”

They nodded gravely. Najwa’s eyes sharpened as she spoke. “Say it out loud.”

Makemba responded, rising to her feet with an aged groan. “You want us to heal everyone. Body... and mind. I have never tried to remove memories in this way… But I will. For them. For NYUNDO.”

Omari’s bowed head rose, eyes raw with tears. “For them. For NYUNDO.”

Najwa departed without a word. She eyed the returned tenement and the naked form of a young woman whose arm was shattered at the elbow as she strode towards the colosseum.

Two new individuals with gifts. What a foul way to discover them. I’ll protect them too. For NYUNDO.
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