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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha rubbed her chin. "Hmm...with two of us, it might not make too much of a difference. For instance, if I'm the one moving up to plant the book, then Sabine could be on a vantage point with the control rod. The enchantment would probably have worn off by the time we re-activate them, so if they are loudly springing to life and charging in, that would still serve the same purpose, even if it is just one slightly after another." She reasoned.

Ahnasha gave a look towards Sabine. "Though, that would mean you would have to be proactive in activating them. There would be much less of a margin for error. You have to be able to recognize quickly when I'm in danger and judge when to activate them. Otherwise, both of us might be overwhelmed."

Meesei decided to pose another question to Darahil. "I recall that automatons can also take commands more intuitively if they are bound to an individual during their creation. However, we could not bind the automaton to a different person once it was created. Were you ever able to discover if it is possible to change that binding, or is it still a limitation?" She asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha took a glance over to one of the active automatons in the room. She did believe them to be more deadly threats than some reanimated chaurus, but the actual extent of their fighting ability was not important to their role. Undead or automatons would be just as effective in that regard. "I agree that we should keep it as simple as possible. Too many parts in the plan means more places it could go wrong. My vote would easily go to undead if I just had to worry about calming Oswall's temper, but one of the main people we are trying to convince with this plan is also a Nord. And everything about him screams that he is just as much of a traditionalist. I do not want to sabotage the plan from the start."

Meesei's eyes too were on an automaton, but the one she focused on was inactive, something that placed an idea into her mind. "This enchantment, its purpose is to silence the automatons, yes? They can compact themselves into small spaces, so keeping them out of sight would not be difficult. The trouble comes only from the noise they make, as we could not get them close enough. For this plan to work, do the automatons necessarily need to remain active continuously?" Meesei asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Two hundred fifty-seven seconds." Ahnasha repeated. "So just over four minutes then. I'm not going to lie, that's a really restrictive time frame for an infiltration. At least it could be."

Meesei appeared concerned. She did not doubt that Darahil and the others had done everything they possibly could to extend out the enchantment, and she doubted she could do anything to improve it herself in any reasonable time. So, for this task, that would be the time frame they would have to work with if they used automatons. “How restrictive exactly? How much time do you think the infiltration will take?”

“I could imagine getting in and out that fast. Or, I could imagine having to stop and wait for something, then the enchantment wearing off. There's just no way of knowing." Ahnasha answered.

There was a pause as Meesei thought. “What do you think, Sabine? Do you have any suggestions?’

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Circumtore

Orbit

Sirka had seen the name of their destination within the information the droid had given her, but she did not truly connect it with the actual location until she saw it out of the window. Circumtore: an artificial, ring-shaped planetoid that was under the firm control of the Hutts, though they had certainly not built it. The Hutts lacked any such talents for creation to be able to actually make something so impressive themselves. Sirka had read about the place on the holonet before, but she had, until this point, been skeptical of it actually living up to its reputation.

Of course, the one thing that was actually impressive about the place related to the Hutts was the fleet in orbit around it. It was the largest Hutt fleet in the galaxy, and the largest collection of combat-ready vessels that Sirka had ever seen in person. While the Hutts were no Empire or Republic, it was still a large enough force to give pause to anyone looking to cause trouble near the planetoid.

Sirka stood back up to her feet and walked up behind Boqo. "Hmm...hope you know what you're getting us into. I'm tough, but I'm not a miracle worker." She commented. Of course, the Hutts were hardly a unified group, especially in recent times, so it was not like whatever Boqo intended to do would suddenly turn the entire ring-world against them. Still, there was not much Sirka herself could do against orbital defenses. Her protective capabilities were restricted to when they were on-foot.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As planned, the pack allowed Darahil two days to perform his experiments on their automatons. Meesei and Sabine had been informed of the events of the meeting, and Meesei largely agreed with the approach Fendros had taken. Meesei herself did not have a problem using undead to their benefit, but she also recognized the more political types of issues that could arise from it. It was best to avoid anything that could cause a significant reduction in morale, but the safety of their infiltrators was paramount. For Meesei, that went even more so due to the fact that Sabine was being considered for that task.

Once he was ready, Darahil had a message sent to Meesei for her to meet him in the scholar's loft. As the subject pertained quite closely to all of them, Meesei also collected Sabine, Ahnasha, and Fendros to meet with him as well. Darahil had his own personal section of the loft in proximity to, but separate from the workspaces of most of the other scholars. Given his experience and many years of service to the clan, he was granted just about any tool or resource he requested for his investigations and experiments. With his range of skills and interests, there was quite a variety of trinkets and relics around the chamber, from active and inactive Dwemer machines, to samples of Aetherium, to Ayleid relics kept from their days in Bruma. As for Darahil himself, he certainly showed the dedication he had put into his most recent project. Even his stoic visage could not completely hide his fatigue.

"Greetings, Darahil. You sent for me, yes? I am assuming you have some results from your experiments?" Meesei said shortly after entering the chamber.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I think I shall take us to the point where they get back to Darahil, check on his progress, and make their final decision on which reinforcements to use. I imagine that will be a short scene.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

We could probably start to bring them to the end of their evening.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Throughout Lunise's story, Meesei remained clinging to her, listening intently. She continued her now close-to-inappropriate massage under the surface, but her thoughts were more traditionally romantic. Just as Meesei had hoped, the awkwardness and worry that Lunise had possessed before seemed to have diminished now that they all had a chance to settle in. The night itself had gone wonderfully, as Sabine was speaking with Lunise just as comfortably as with anyone else in the pack. The hints of anxiety and uncertainty that had permeated their meeting after the pack had learned of Lunise could no longer be felt. Meesei was starting to believe her own encouraging words on Lunise's chance of being considered part of her family.

There was a part of Meesei that wished Lunise could be more completely a part of her family. Not necessarily by being a lycan herself, but at least by living among them. However, Meesei knew that was simply a dream. For their plans going into the future, Lunise had far too important of a role using her position within the Thalmor, and besides that, Meesei did not think that she would want to give up her life so completely. Still, it was a thought that Meesei quite enjoyed having.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Oh, it is not so much of a story. Do not worry, I am just joking with her." Meesei responded to Karl, deciding to be merciful to Sabine.

With a smirk, Meesei's massage continued down Lunise's back, then beyond. Though, her expression returned to normal quickly as she finally decided to shift the conversation away from Sabine. "I wish I could tell some of my beautiful Lunise's tales, in the interest of fairness. Sadly, you have me at something of a disadvantage compared to Sabine. I did not know you during your awkward, formative years, so all of your embarrassing tales are locked securely in your mind. I do not have any magic to root through your memories; although, now that I am thinking about it, that could be a useful rumor to spread among the enemy."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There was a hint of bashfulness in Meesei's reaction, however short-lived, as it was quickly replaced with her usual confidence in her reply. "Well, I did not claim to be an...expert on the habits of city-dwellers."

Focusing back on Sabine, Meesei still had her sly grin. "But that cannot be the best you have to offer, can it? I also happen to recall a time when we were on a ship; you were young, and starting to find yourself curious about some things. You were maturing, and started asking me some questions about some changes your body was going through. Perfectly normal questions, nothing to be ashamed about at all. Except...you were asking them within arm's length of a few of the crewmen. One woman loudly exclaimed her relief when you had finished your questions, if I remember. It can be easy to forget that non-lycans tend not to be nearly as comfortable with their bodies as us."

"I have plenty of ways to turn your face that cute shade of red, Sabine. Perhaps I should shift the topic to grandchildren..." Meesei added, interrupting herself with a laugh.