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A destructive phenomenon was sweeping the multiverse with the arrival of a mysterious miasma. Blue-greenish nebulae filled the galaxy and brought corrosive downpours of gastric fluids wherever it flowed. These fluids carried enzymes that could not only dissolve solid objects but auras and energies. Virtually any form of matter in its path perished. As horrifying as the mass erasure of multiple star systems were, the fact is, much more was happening. All that corroded began to disappear beyond just the physical sense. All recognition of items, creatures, and even planets slowly slipped away from the conscious of those who could recollect them. Things that were definitive somehow became non-existent within the context of their mind.

It caught the attention of many. Countless civilizations evacuated while others attempted to understand and study what was approaching from space. All that could be inferred was that absurd levels of bioforce could be traced to clouds before simply vanishing.

Whereas clusters of star systems were being digested at a time, the powerful enzymes had difficulty breaking down a rather small object. It was no larger than a kilometer in diameter yet it remained. Why? In the face of acids, it simply multiplied its mass at a rate that was faster than it could be dissolved. Stuck in this action for more than an hour, its systems developed a means to escape. Powerful waves of molecular dissipating particles radiated from its spherical mass, targeting and eradicating the energy within the liquid's atomic bonds. As a result, all of the droplets pelting its frame lost cohesion and disappeared entirely while it navigated through space.

The once thought unstoppable planet-eroding force met an immovable object and an outsider was amused. So amused, it decided to find the source of the destruction and traversed its lengthy trail across the cosmos.

Humming about, its expression was quite jovial. It swam around space at what was literally light speeds, looping and twirling about though it could manifest itself in the desired location if it chose so. It was in no rush. Its cosmic-wide search brought it to a massive planet alone in its system with its sun. Amazingly, the planet pumped the nebulae of miasma into space like a volcano did ash. Further inspection revealed it wasn't actually a planet, rather it was planet sized. It was a creature of unimaginable mass. It was Caorthannach...

This entire nebula of death was merely the consequence of her spewing her digestive liquids into the confines of deep space. As an extension of her dual stomachs, it was efficient means of which she could harvest bioforce in bulk from all across the universe. As a result, a whole sector of space became unnavigable with the digestive cloud.

The fairy could read an expression of puzzlement on one of her faces and that was clear despite how much she dwarfed him. Almost like a hunch, she could feel something defying her and she was right. She became lost in thought attempting to figure out what was out there but his question quickly knocked her out of it.

"Quite the nuisance, isn't it?"

Considering the spirit was quite stealthy and incredibly small, it was generally surprised to see the direction of the cloud turn its way in an instant. Apparently, the fairy was in danger but its playful nature was only spurred on by the hostility.

"Come on... talk to me, baby."

The giant marine arthropod's negligence only encouraged it to try harder to make its presence worthwhile. Projecting itself to the size of a small moon, the cosmic fairy appeared above her, annoyingly hovering over Caorthannach in a spiral pattern until both sets of her illuminating eyes opened for the first time.

"Ah, so I finally got your attention huh? You've certainly garnered mine. You're pretty amazing if I must say but I have a few questions if you don't mind. You're causing quite the stir out here. You never know what you might end up alerting at this pace."

At this point, Caorthannach was not entirely aware of what she was dealing with but she knew its presence wasn’t to be slighted. In response, her heads twirled through space until one was on each side of the chaos fairy. The leftward angrily spoke to it.

"All is expendable for the benefit of my race."

Without delay, the right continued.

"If you have an issue, I have the means in which to deal with you. Do not test us."

"Whoa, let's not get so hasty now. Who said I was here to stop you, M'lady. I'm simply attracted to chaos, that's all. Is it so odd I find you interesting? I know of your race, just not you. How can I be of service in exchange for some direction?"

"Direction? I would be foolish enough to trust anything other than my own power, demon."

"Ah, I thought you'd say that, so I brought a gift! Here's what you were thinking about a while ago. I know it was bothering you. I could just see it! So here you go!"

The closed fist of the fairy constantly pulsed as if it were explicitly trying to contain something. The opening of it revealed a platinum sphere and immediately it seized movement. It was Panident. He instantly began analyzing the massive entities before it who were each a God in their own right. He was heavily outclassed at the moment.

With both faces bearing a look of contempt, she responded. “Not interested. Begone.”

“Oh come on now. You don’t even know what it does. Let me explain! This thing here may not be aware but it has some serious potential. I’ve kept an eye on to it thanks to a ragtag group of troublemakers I like to spectate from time to time. The point is, they haven’t done much lately so I’m bored. You seem more than capable enough to entertain me so why don’t you take this guy? I’m sure you could make him do whatever you want, especially with that whole hive mind thing you got going on there. Whoops, did I read your mind too much? Sorry about…uhh… letting you know I did it. By the way, the name’s Rhys.” The fairy said full of glee.

Immediately after hearing such, Panident went on high alert, processing millions of escape simulations simultaneously. He managed to jet out of the mischievous spirit’s hand and lunged its way into a portal only to come out in another portal where he began. After which, the hand closed shut, containing him like it had before. Trapped, he came to the realization there was no other option. Brutally, Panident caused himself to self-destruct, creating a blast potent enough to blow the hand off the fairy. Even after self-detonating, Panident was still there drifting away slowly within the residue of the blast and because of this, he would fail again.

The cosmic fairy did not pay much attention to his damaged limb. Shortly after the explosion, time for the two of them exclusively seemed to reverse and all the fragments of Panident pulled back together in his hand once again. This brief moment of hopelessness was something that eluded him up until this point. Several times Panident has fled but never was he in an inescapable position. At this point, running escape simulations and acting based off them meant nothing if beings did not adhere to the laws of the universe. Resistance was futile so yet another measure had to be taken. Barring the response of the massive creature, it could mean either he could be destroyed on the spot if they knew how or worse, taken over by the Val’gara hive mind. He could not allow this.

Ignoring Panident’s efforts to escape, he urged the creature to take action. “You see! This thing could be of use to you!”

Saying she was irritated would be an understatement. Filled with anger, Caorthannach was thoroughly offended to the highest degree by the fairy’s repeated efforts to tempt her. Her entire double helix body unraveled and morphed like a transformer of flesh and thousands of arthropod limbs. She was now surrounding the fairy with all of her extensions, creating a half dome with her body. Though Panident couldn’t see, he could sense the animosity. This was not a sign of good things to come. Either way, he was too far engaged in executing his last resort to process the implications this would cause. While such was being done, both heads of the beast ranted in unison.

“In the demise of my mother I have been entrusted with a great task. In many ways, we are the same and I inherited her will. In time, this entire universe and beyond will succumb to our ideology. I need not assistance from the likes of you to convert the cosmos. IN FACT, SINCE YOU ARE SO INCLINED ON HELPING, HOW ABOUT I BEGIN WITH YOU!?!?!?!”

In that moment for the first time in this entire engagement, the chaos fairy displayed a doubtful expression, even if it was still playful in intent.

“You don’t have to be so hostile, babe I only-“

Before he could finish millions of whips exploded from every crevice of her body; half physical and half astral. This Rhys could clearly see, and as the half dome began to close into a complete sphere he projected himself three and a half billion miles backward with Panident in hand. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how unfavorable it would be even for him to be trapped inside. From this distance he was safe.

“What a crazy bitch.” He laughed, but a problem had occurred.

Once she created the sphere, the fairy couldn’t gauge her feelings anymore. She successfully locked his influence out. What was she conjuring in there? Overconfident in his abilities, he maintained his position thinking that he could still sway her in the end. This proved to be a terrible miscalculation.

Having leeched off of the converted bioforce through her nebula-like secretion, she harbored ridiculous amounts of bioforce even by her standards. Molding it, she emulated an offensive maneuver utilized by the collective and began creating and manipulating tachyon particles. Conjuring them into a beam, she threaded the Vesuvius Virus into it in such a way that that could breach even the astral plane. Rhys would not see this attack incoming at all because theoretically, it would have already happened in the past once it was shot. When this massive beam exploded from her all of her extensions were whipped back. Instinctively, before seeing anything he began to move but it was in vain. Even with semi-omniscient foresight, he could not dodge. The narrow, vermillion beam pierced and wrapped his closed fist like a tendril. Ensnaring the deity’s limb, the Vesuvian virus attempted to infect all aspects of his mind body and spirit. Being the living embodiment of chaos, Rhys’ felt he had the capacity of resisting the beam but to do so would completely immobilize him for the time being. He could not afford to take that chance in front of her, so he surprisingly announced his departure.

“Well… I certainly wasn’t expecting that. You win some; ya lose some. We’ll cross paths again but I might not be so cordial next time so just remember that.”

Without much thought, he chopped his right arm off from the bicep down with his free hand. This was a severing that was both physical and spiritual. It was no longer apart of him in any aspect whatsoever but it did come at a cost. He did lose a fraction of prowess in the process. It wasn’t something he couldn’t get back with time but it was a loss nevertheless. Somewhat impressed, he showed her respect even though it was mostly sarcastic. He gave a bow and proofed away before the tendril beam could take hold of him once again.

It appeared Caorthannach had successfully fended the mischievous entity off. No small feat, but in the end, she did exactly what Rhys desired. Before her was a new herald in the making. She withdrew her specialized tendril beam and left the arm floating in space. The trillions and trillions of microorganisms within the clutched sphere aggressively shuffled into a slender form, lengthening tremendously before wrapping and encasing the arm entirely in a black luster. Progressively it began to shrink and shrink as they became one. At this point, Rhys’ limb was still abundant with his power and due to Caorthannach’s actions; they became a single entity.

The once smooth platinum exterior that was Panident’s default was no more. What was left was a matte black, filled with a fine razor edges throughout. The hive in which the property changing microorganisms abide by took on a more sinister agenda. This was no longer the sentient database which aided Merse. Its allegiance was entirely for a new cause.

It began to form itself from shapeless into a sea urchin like knot of razored spikes. It had no eyes, but the aura it gave of was one that reeked of premeditated bloodlust. He was born with the deeply instilled disdain for a certain individual and that he could not hide.

“I am not whole… A large portion of me is missing...he…no, I escaped.”

It was hard to understand what exactly he meant but his statement was factual. A part of him did escape. In fact, while the two juggernauts confronted each other Panidents last measure was to split his datasphere effectively into two realms. It was the essence of his being and after severing his connection to the other half they were essentially two different networks of sentience; one residing in the original datasphere and one in the newly formed dark datasphere. From there, Panident began to transfer the majority of the remaining half of its quadrillion files. Where this went wrong was that he failed to leave the desired .0000000001% in the sample of him left behind. This would have instructed the Val'gara converted body he left behind to destroy itself upon infection. The absolute worst possible outcome occurred.

The new herald escaped with nearly 30% percent of the existing data, keeping it as a significant threat. There would be a day when Panident would be hunted down by its brother opposite. Whether it was immediately or eventually he would be ready. Luckily for him and his allies, no Val’gara led hunt was imminent. Caorthannach had other plans for the newly shaped herald.

Filled with intrigue, this was the first time she openly displayed satisfaction on both of her faces. Looking down upon him, they began to converse among themselves, with the left stating “what an interesting specimen we have here.”

“Indeed, who knew a floating piece of trash could gift us such an impressive warrior.”

“We shall put him to use as of immediately.”

“I want to find him…no, me.” The herald projected a voice that signaled mild confusion.

“Caorthannach, I can become stronger.” He spoke. “I need to find the rest of my bodies navigating the universe. Only then-”

“No, for the time being, you are required for another task. Do what we as a species are designed to do; convert, consume and control. This is a mission you must carry out alone. Do not fail; know that it is not an option. Go forth, herald. As of today, you will be known only as Sepəlkər, The Synth. Harvest in the name of Idea. Harvest for the sake of us.

Understanding fully what he was designed to do, Sepəlkər said no more and blasted his way into space. Where he was headed not even Caorthannach had knowledge of. However, the space arthropod knew her direct order would mean the unkind demise of a species somewhere out in space. Sent out was a herald with the capability of multiplying himself nearly infinitely. In time, he could become an entire army in his own right.

What this meant for Soran was uncertain. For a species that was thought to have been endangered, new Heralds, Sons of Ideas and even once lost members were coming out the woodwork. Many of which, would not get along but collectively played a vital role in the reemergence of the race. Even now, attempts to revitalize the psi-link were in the works by a herald though it was not entirely practical considering where he was at. Caorthannach appreciated his labor but to her knowledge, he was no Brobdingnag and he was certainly no Idea. His efforts were mediocre but it would suffice for now. How much of it was due to the midnight fog which surrounded the entire continent is unknown, however, but it was definitely in effect. In the end, it could always be improved upon. Only through her own psychic prowess could she hear the recently awakened herald ranting clearly from so far away.

He had a lot to prove. He was not who he claimed he was simply because he believed so. Neither was she but Caorthannach at least shared the same flesh as her mother. That often was her justification. The inconsistencies of logic in which the Herald spoke with perplexed her but she had better things to do at the moment. It was time to gather assets. Megalodon and Amphiprioninae were entrusted to resolve the situation to the best of their ability. With that said, they were allies whether they acknowledged it or not with the emerged herald.

Before his arrival Megalodon had been in the process of being ambushed and attacked even by another herald. In fact, they all were. The snake attempted to constrict him but was pierced and gripped by coarse razor-like scales all across Megalodon’s body. As a result, when Megalodon propelled itself into a violent, alligator death-roll, with his already established vice grip on the snake, he ripped much of Sarach's flesh and set himself free. At this point, Amphiprioninae’s consciousness had returned to Megalodon’s bowl after briefly perusing Singar. He did not get to fully converse, but in the end, Singar’s head and body ached from getting struck, causing his body to carom off the rocks by the force of the clownfish's enlarged tail. This, of course, was a psychic blow. One of retaliation. The symbiotic duo was not here to play games. Subsequently, the demon did skillfully escape the realm but this was just the beginning of the engagement. Soon they were coming for his real body.

Agron continued his assault but it was nowhere as near as effective as he would hope. Megalodon was within his predator's frenzy and considering Amphiprioninae was back, he could leech off megalodon’s power and durability as his symbiotic partner. Amphiprioninae’s psychic durability became as solidified as Megalodon’s physical. A sledgehammer strike in retrospect at this point would be the equivalent to your average smack in the face to the fish. This allowed him to begin to mold psychic energy on a rotating pattern around them. Exploding off of Megalodon’s and his body was a blast of psychic shielding that pushed Agron’s attack off with a force that was strong enough to weaken the poundings.

Beneath the surface, the shark showcased yet again what made him so skilled. Agron, began manipulating the earth but he was unaware of the shark's elemental prowess in regards to the earth as well. Megalodon was extremely resistant to molten and earth based attacks due to it being in fact not only ocean creature but a literal land shark. It treated the earth and molten expanse like it were the ocean and quickly traversed the earth at a speed faster than it could on foot. This was done by utilizing his most renowned ability. By converting his bioforce into a variation of specialized seismic waves he could direct vibrations down to the very molecules that construct everything of this world. Through this, he traveled through hard substances by simply weaving through the molecules around him. Theoretically, this could even be done even in the air but going through solid masses made it that much more effective.

Megalodon and his partner navigated through every attempt to seize them with ease because, for a brief time, nothing could physically touch him. It wasn’t until he erupted from the earth in the middle of the sky once more where fatigue began to somewhat take a toll on Amphiprioninae specifically.

Floating within the sky via propulsion systems, Amphiprioninae and his partner weighed their options. Their thought process was cut short by the ridiculous series of events soon to occur. He didn’t even get a chance to begin before thane’s massive body began pulling the very grounds they fought on. He was acting without reason. From there he could see that Thane was in pain mentally and physically. He was confused, enraged. He would get to the bottom of this but once again his attention was disrupted. The entire Entropic Passages had erupted like a volcano, sending earth as high as the eyes could see. The catalyst for such an angry outburst was none other than a herald who was away in slumber awaiting this very day.

The symbiotic pair watched on as he began to rant. The manner in which the herald addressed his race was rather brash. He had a clear superiority complex. Megalodon had no reason to fear him in the slightest. Especially considering above all things they were allies. The emerged herald was unpredictable. Amphiprioninae only observed to see if he could manage to take more volatile turn. To his surprise, he did and even freed Disciple from his prison in the process. How this was done made absolutely no sense to him and his partner considering only they and Caorthannach knew what previously occurred in Val’gara space. He obviously didn’t read their minds so Amphiprioninae was mildly impressed.

With the arrival of the formerly imprisoned mouthpiece they originally thought the awakened herald would take his side but instead, he took the opportunity to attempt a killing blow at his very much weakened superior. How dishonorable. Even in this state Disciple was not one to be underestimated. Caorthannach knew this, and so he was kept under wraps. His fellow herald figured otherwise apparently.

From there he began to address them all individually, and that’s where even more confusion sprang from. He had no respect for anyone else and that was clear, but who was he other than another Herald to Megalodon at this moment. The duo would not believe otherwise simply because he said so. In fact, Amphiprioninae at this point was convinced he was delusional. All of his empty claims delegitimized him to them at least with every second that went by. Somehow, he even made the false claim that heralds converted by Anathema were superior to the rest. Blasphemy. They would not blindly become idolaters to such a creature. If he wanted respect he would have to earn it. The only reason why they, as a unit abided to Caorthannach was simply because they agreed that Singar must be pursued.

Averting his attention from him, Megalodon watched Thane. While the clownfish kept an eye on the herald and yet another Val'gara arrival from the back of his bowl, they raced in the direction of Thane’s flowing flesh. They did so without even giving him a response because frankly, they could formally address him later if need be.

Thier mindset simply was “stay out of our way and we will do the same.” They had a lot to do. But what was happening with thane was far more important to them.
Despite being dark, the tunnels were hot and humid. Aside from the constant plops of water from the city of overarching stalactites, it was quiet. Traveling in secrecy, it was wise for these two to travel well below the surface. For a while, the two did not talk but Sinclair’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Explain further. What is the origin of this book in which Silexies lusts for?”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know significantly more than you do. I only grabbed it at the request of a partner of mine. In my time with the book, I figured out little about it. When I tried to read it, all I could decipher was that many of its pages contained spells and perhaps scholarly entries. The weird thing is, every time I opened the book there seemed to be a new page I didn’t see before or one missing. Half of the pages were also blank. At that point, I knew it the book was actively monitoring what I was trying to read. I wanted to ditch it. Trust me. But I was getting paid to do otherwise. The worst part is I felt like the book was trying to get rid of me.”

“So you think it’s haunted?”

“Haunted is a weak word in light of its terrors. More like possessed. Any and everything happened to me and the residents of where I resided. You name it. Famine, mysterious murders, spontaneous fires that burned down cities, natural disasters, meteor strikes. I really cannot make this up. Finally, I said fuck it and tossed it on a planet not too out of reach from here actually. From there I decided to lay low considering Merse would probably send someone(rather something) to find out what was taking me so long.”

“Merse?”

“The partner of mine I mentioned earlier.”

“I see. The question is why would Silexies want such an item that could potentially hurt the Cizran empire.”

“I really prefer not to play mystery with you but it’s pretty obvious he thinks he can control it. Honestly, If the book ends up anywhere near his hands I’m just going to make a break for it. On top of that, your prisons absolutely blow. Temporal space cells? Geez, you guys take all of the fun out of being incarcerated.”

“Whatever. Just hop in the crate when we reach our destination. I’ll free you from the cargo haul when we get far enough from the port.”

“Where are we anyway?”

“The underground evacuation tunnels of K’enatenya. If needed, they could actually serve as a highway with shortcuts to all major locations on the planet. A section of it is actually ruins. Those parts are cut off for obvious reasons. If anything it may be within our interest to travel through them. Without the proper guidance, you could potentially get lost in there, however. They're large enough that if so, you wouldn't be found for years perhaps. Still stay on guard. It is unlikely we will run into anyone due to the sheer size but who knows who could actually be down here…”

“Knowing my luck…”
@Circ Fixed.
Sciaac Bonaparte

Name: Bonaparte
Aliases: Sciaac Bonaparte
Height: 6’9
Weight: Inconsistent
Years of sentience: 94
Race: Artificially Evolved Opaz
Influence: (4)

Bonaparte is the bioengineered being forged from the body of an alien species known as the Opaz. As an unadvanced species, the arrival of an extinction level event decimated their numbers to a literal handful. Abducted from there, those who survived were biologically augmented beyond recognition. Each served as a subject for a different experiment. Bonaparte’s, in particular, happened to advance him far beyond the rest of his species. His forced exposure to sentience saw him grow from a basic beast to an individual whose intellect surpassed even his creators. After doing such, he began to alter his traits and DNA through science, slowly but surely augmenting his frame to that of a bipedal individual. Little did he resemble his original self. Though some may see this as a reflection of self-hate, it was merely a means of evolving himself to a form which he felt better represented his intellect.

Personality: Due to the manner in which he came enlightened to life, Bonaparte is a noted skeptic of all things. He thinks in a way that constantly questions the universe and the purpose of it. Because of this, he has little regard for authority. He’s an absurdist in principles and believes heavily in the idea that whoever is “God” is who currently has the power to manifest their will. This could be a king in power or even be some Akashic deity. It is never specific. Considering his creation was the works of those “playing God”, his philosophy on life as a whole is bent far beyond many are willing to understand.

Probably the most interesting aspect of his personality is his constant battle with committing to nihilist principles. He is extremely fickle in whether to intervene or allow chaos to resume. This trait is more so or less him attempting to escape his internalized apathy for all things. Though he’ll say otherwise, Bonaparte has never simply come to a decision on leaving dangerous matters in the hands of others. For someone who often labels life as “meaningless”, he sure does a lot at times to protect it for others. As kind as he sounds, it should never be assumed that he would extend so much for every event. To prevent future suffering, he is noted at times to boldly recommend death.

Appearance: Bonaparte’s skin was an intense gray. When clothed, his appearance was a very lanky humanoid with extremely broad shoulders. With that said, he was far more comparable to a Wampyrus Sauria Vampire than a human. Vampire he was not, but the way he augmented his body to this point has left him often mistaken as so. His appendages were webbed, and in total, he had four arms. Covering his nose down was a black woven fiber facemask that draped halfway past his arms like a huge scarf. Why? To cover his otherwise fear inducing appearance. Mainly, this served to hide the fact that he has rows upon rows of sharpened teeth. Despite this, he often spoke clearly and in a sophisticated tone. The only time his voice managed to take on a more monstrous resonance is when he became enraged. Though his eyes were bloodshot and overall veiny, his bronze set of pupils often calm and daze those who stare into them. His feet were large and seemingly no shoe could properly contain them as they were talon-like. Due to this, he elected to walk bare.

As for his body, it was covered in a highly elastic and durable black biosuit that worked in conjunction with his abstract body prosperities to provide cover without limiting his natural abilities.
Abilities

Rubber anatomy: Bonaparte’s body can stretch, twist, and flatten to unreal lengths with no risk of breaking. How his body's respiration and circulatory systems function at these distorted extremes is unknown. This gave him the ability to fling and lunge himself at ridiculous speeds and reach things seemingly unobtainable. Sharp objects in his presence often felt blunt and merely poked him without much consequence. Though this was so, his hands, head, and feet were not known to strike or grip soft. He had the ability to solidify them independently and crush or lacerate most things at will. (4)

Slippery when wet: When touched, he naturally secreted a slippery liquid that served many reasons, but primarily it was to hydrate and cool his exterior. Naturally, it was flame retardant but its most conventional use was as a lubricant. Bonaparte often used it to squeeze himself through the tiniest of gaps and spaces. (3)

Engineered optics: Bonaparte has performed many experiments to increase his eyesight in order to have them perform at apex levels even under intense levels of stress. As a result, he can effectively see in the darkest of spaces, through smoke and even underwater. (3)
Items

Self-Engineered Biosuit: This custom suit was very simplistic in design with its fairly standard coal black design. The most notable characteristic of the skin tight suit was that it allowed for the one way secretion of liquids and gases from the inside out. It helped maintain body temperature under harsh conditions and effectively stretched with Bonaparte’s body. (2)

FMG-9: (2x) The FMG-9 is a submachine gun that folds up into a rectangular block the size of a laptop battery. It's mostly made of a lightweight polymer and is securely attached to the hip of Bonaparte with little indication of what exactly it is. It is much more powerful than its size indicates and can willfully penetrate the mightiest of armors. It is effective from close to mid range but whereas most bulletproof surfaces can resist it from afar; almost anything is vulnerable to being pelted to shreds by it at close range with its explosive set of rounds. (2)

Z-040 Attenuation Field Generator: (2x) A grenade made from ionized particles, this grenade is not a prototypical grenade. It is roughly cube-shaped with the appearance of a platonic icosahedron with bright orange spikes on each corner of its face. When detonated, it releases a powerful blast of ionized particles in the form of spikes that pelt and surround the target. These can be used to cut off areas or to hit a living target directly. The generated pulse can potentially slow vehicles and drains shields in somewhat of an EMP effect. If bombarded by too many of the spikes, targets can see entire limbs disintegrate into orange particles of energy and float away as cinders. (4)
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Roach

Name: Ferris "Roach" Caldwell
Height: 5’11
Weight 203 lbs
Race: Human
Age: 38
Influence: (3) Regional
Personality

Eldritch abominations, specters, demons. These all attracted him. His fascination with the unknown was frankly unhealthy. So unhealthy, he often found himself in harm's way for knowledge sake. Despite this, his yearning for the truth was unwavering, often using science to aid him. Just the prospect of learning about abnormal creatures and entities excited him, so much, that he’d often conjure ways to systematically kill them. There is no way to obscurely put this; Ferris Caldwell was indeed a serial killer. Even if it were for scholarly reasons, at most he could say at least he didn’t kill humans. He was very much interested in the human mind, however, but he studied them through principles that were considered for the most part moral in comparison.

What made this individual truly terrifying is that he often hid behind a charismatic persona, and on a regular basis lured individuals to help him with his dangerous research.
Appearance

Currently, Ferris was your average looking middle aged Caucasian male. His unkempt locks of mousy hair were probably his most signature trait. His dark brown eyes were bagged but no more than the average sleep deprived 9 to 5er. He usually wore a long coat to conceal his equipment but other than that he appeared to be quite the normal guy.
Abilities

(4) Parasitic intervention: To be honest, Ferris escapades often failed more so than succeeded. Had he not developed this method of survival by working with the cells of a symbiotic entity he might have been long gone. Several years ago he developed a way to actively convert his consciousness into data. Were he to be slain, which has happened half a dozen times already, he could be essentially revived by “uploading” his brain into the consciousness of another individual. In order for the transfer to be successful, this parasitic data-mongering creature had to be present within the individual’s brain in order to rewire and upload his sentience. In theory, all he had to do was set up and insert strands of the parasite into another individual's brain before edgework to set up potential host bodies in the event of his future demise. Essentially, he can only initiate the transfer if the person is within a 75,000 mile radius. If not, his conciousness is essentially left in its data server for who knows how long.

(3) Parasitic stasis: Because this body of his currently housed by the parasitic hive of property changing microorganisms, his body naturally differed from your run of the mill human. Since prolific in his brain and bloodstream, they worked essentially like super versions of his own cells. They effectively empowered white blood cells to metabolize poison, absorbed radiation, increased healing to levels in which you could watch in real time and even enhanced his senses and physical feats well above what is expected from a human.
Items

(2) M9C Magnum – (2x) This model is a semi-automatic, recoil-operated, magazine-fed handgun. It has a double-action only, trigger and fires the M228 12.7mmx40mm SAP-HP round (Semi-Armor Piercing, High Penetration) from a 12 round magazine. It has a high rate of fire at 6 rounds/sec or 360 rounds/min. It uses the short recoil principle, meaning that during firing the bolt face and barrel recoil back a very short distance before unlocking and cycling. Because it is semi-automatic, the gun is self-cocking due to recoil from the previous shot (until the magazine is empty).

(2) Thermite Charge – (2x) these charges rely on a chemical process between metal powders and oxides to create high temperatures, with no explosion. Commonly, Aluminum and Iron (III) Oxide are used in the reaction. Thermite can reach temperatures upwards of 2500 °C (4500 °F) and is often used to melt through a wide range of things extremely quickly. The most practical use for these sort of charges is to quickly gain entrance to locked areas.

(1) Grappling Gun –(1x) a line launching, handgun like device used by Ferris that fired retractable and detachable cables with a mechanized, magnetic, clawed end. Rarely was this used on individuals but it was definitely within its means to constrict them.

(2) Fragmentation Grenade – (2x) an all-purpose grenade. The grenade has a hard metal casing, with a frangible design meant to break apart into small, regular shards. This surface creates consistent, reliable fragmentation patterns for the grenade, rather than randomly rupturing along metallurgical faults. The grid-shaped casing houses a charge of high-explosive fitted with a mechanical primer. When the charge detonates, it shatters the grenade's casing, sending shrapnel flying away at high velocity with an explosive force capable of damaging the mightiest of metals.

(1) Standard Kit – an oversized scalpel he often used like a combat knife, empty syringes(4), standard smoke grenade, and EMP charge.
The last time Cigány visited Gereza a substantial amount of its massive staff had to be replaced for a bevy of reasons that were borderline asinine. Ranging from general dismissal, resignation, injuries and even death, just the thought of her alone was enough to induce chills down every worker's spine. It was hard for Yamel to process just how fast things had occurred. Just minutes before it resembled any other day and now it had to potential to be his last on the job. Depending on how he answered could affect his entire life going forward and neither Mado-Keno nor Sinclair was in sight to save him. Somewhere deep in one of his several hearts, he knew he like eighty percent of the staff here were expendable. Despite this, he still had the strength to look into her menacing set of pupilless eyes.

Awfully nervous, Yamel responded to his towering superior knowing anything he said could be taken out of context and have him possibly prosecuted.

“Mado-Keno is in his office, Vhadgeid…. Let me show you the way.”

Yamel Tao’Zoag emitted such strong feelings of fear she could even analyze his train of thought in detail through their empathetic bond. Feeling somewhat in a giving mood, she figured the embarrassment of knowing she could see through him alone was enough. Prior to dismissing him, Cigány continued her leering gaze before spontaneously turning to the entrance of the grand elevator.

“No, several of my accompanying escadrille unit will suffice.”

To Yamel’s delight, he was not scolded. Graciously he counted his blessings, especially since Cigány failed to notice his abundance of pooling sweat behind his desk. (At least he thought) So far everything went well considering her abrasive tendencies. He could finally exhale once the shaft closed. He looked across the lobby to see the trail of Gereza guards she had used a doormat and whispered to them.

“Don’t. Get. Up.”

Considering several of them were on the verge of passing out, a great idea sprung into Yamel’s head. Earlier Cigány demanded he find a perpetrator for the miscommunication involving Sinclair’s absence. There might be a few candidates right in front of him.

The doors opened on one of the lower levels and instantly her voluptuous scent allured many of the traditionally jailed prisoners behind bars. Also enticed by the scent was Mado-Keno, but his reaction differed enormously from the prisoners who were salivating. He was instantly put on high alert.

“This is bad… Must hide”

Cigány stormed into the office but noticed no one was there. She could definitely sense him but the main desk remained vacant. She walked up to the desk and spread apart a few papers until something caught her eye. It appeared to be a personal journal Mado-keno had just written in. On the left was a doodle of a vaguely familiar robot, but on the right read “This is a drag. That §3 unit is only going to make me have to do actual work until Sinclair returns. I need a break...”

Intrigued in more ways than one, Cigány realized it would be best if she took over the entire complex in the meantime. It would be effective the minute she informed Mado-Keno, should he actually make an appearance. Though she wasn’t aware of it, Mado-Keno was indeed in the room. He was an expert in camouflage and even masking his aura. The amazing spot he chose was none other than in-between the wall and the door female Cizran had just moments ago opened. He silently gasped when he realized she was going through the journal but neither she nor the Escadrille noticed. He was relieved but there was no way for him to escape considering the door was guarded.

“I hate my job” he sighed to himself, rolling all of his eyes while staring at the ceiling.

Worst of all Cigány perched herself at his desk and began to go through his personal logs. What she’d find wasn’t incriminating but certainly embarrassing to say the least. Simultaneously she also became aware of the incoming transfer of prisoners expected from Admiral Nenegin. As events unfolded, she was bound to find out why he would ultimately arrive uncharacteristically late.

Killimara was in the face of extinction level event after event, and as it appeared, many lives were not in the position to be spared. Aredemos attempted to save face but the reality was he should have reacted much sooner. In fact, for a being who apparently watched over all of the Killimaran’s it was almost unfathomable how irresponsible he had acted.

Kaan meticulously crafted the page of Aldaraia he sent forward to be interacted with by only one individual. That individual was definitively not Aredemos. The second he pierced the page Kaan’s mercy had been affronted. This was something the lich did not take lightly. Ironically, the only souls prepared to be salvaged were the ones whose minds had already been linked with Kaan’s. Something was coming and it had nothing to do with Kaan aside from perhaps his tendency to draw horrible misfortune like a magnet.

The Killimaran’s God wanted to free them by destroying their stones but his efforts were undoubtedly in vain. A sound like howling winds erupted west. Overhead a flurry of what appeared to be rapidly flowing strands of green tinted circus clouds swiftly traveled overhead. This wasn’t an odd weather pattern by any chance. Basic analysis confirmed this was, in fact, visual representations of howling Killimaran souls traveling through the air towards, Kaans location. The amalgamation of moving clouds created a profile in its crevices, sneering down upon Kirri and Aredemos.

“This….is…the… end” the collective howls worded, but the end Kaan had in mind would not be inflicted; at least not entirely. Before he could collect any more souls Kaan felt his presence being homed in on by an unknown force and as Aldaraia was collected so was he. The deployed konul seized any opportunity he had to acquire the majority of the souls but at this point Kaan gained a sufficient amount of strength and everything at this point was just extra. Anything in the vicinity of Killimaran space would only watch on and marvel at the event of a Konul strike.

When the book arrived it was abundant with spiritual presence. Silexies desired item had coincidentally been acquired and was coming right to him on Cizra-Suh Lahn. Had he known this, Eal Sermonde would have never been released to retrieve it. Word of the discovery was bound to get to him but as of now Silexies remained uninformed. Even if he tried to inform Sinclair to call it off he wouldn’t have gotten an answer anyhow. Their communication link was suspiciously blocked. Sinclair and Eal’s whereabouts were very much unknown. Sinclair did not have the mental means of deflecting Silexies psychic waves so it was possible that they were, in reality, plotting something.
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