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"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
The jungles of New Gift

The heat was heavy and oppressing, stifling you and taking your breath away. Dehydration was but one of the many killers lurking here, the jungle enticing you with seemingly fresh, cool streams. If a being was not eaten alive by any number of creatures lurking in the dark, the sheer number of diseases you would contract from unknown waterborne contaminants would make your death agonising and slow. But anyone who ventured into these jungles knew that this would be a mercyful fate compared to the madness.

There was darkness at every turn yet out of nowhere, light would shine through the thick canopy. It is a trap laid for the unworthy and unprepared, any number of creatures would strike at you as soon as you step into the light. The dark offered unknown threats from within, death coming at an instant to those unaware. You must hope that death is swift. Or that you die at all.

For elsewhere, in these godforsaken jungles, laid eldritch creatures which haunt your nightmares and stalk you long past your last step from this jungle. Monsters of too many eyes or perhaps none at all, skittering and reaching and rushing towards you. Things which stiffen the spine and raise the hackles at their mere presence, trembling and unwanted urination could swiftly follow. Biologists wonder at how such creatures could evolve but study only results in such apes clawing their eyes out or devolving into a brain-fuddled mess as the sheer impossibility of these creatures are so profound that it destroys all a scientist knows.

Devils, they all are, which stalk you till they decide you are fit for hell. Some, if you lay your eyes upon them, would drive a man mad. Terrifying beasts of sharp claws, gnashing teeth and a cunning unbefitting such wild animals. Though the apes were kings and queens of the jungles of Earth, they served as morsels of food in the jungle food chain.

This was what it is like walking through the equatorial jungles. Expeditionary Legionnaires are set apart from the rest, by their dress, mannerisms and superstition but most obviously, their steadfast courage. Along with their auxiliary volunteers, these are some of the toughest simians one could come across in the entirety of New Gift. Anyone tougher would have already been picked up for more special services yet a few talented individuals still slipped through the cracks,

It was these Legionnaires which forged their way through the monsters and the dark, with heavy guns, furious intent and napalm-fire. They would battle with their sanity everyday for they would encounter all manners of nightmarish things which seem to feed on the soul.

The suicide rate among these brave souls is a remarkably high number. Yet the rewards were plentiful and one could earn many, many tugriks upon the end of their 10 year compulsory service. As well as a comfortable plot of land upon the capital.

It was among these brave souls that the Mahre representatives and their Conservationist allies travelled with. The 27th Division, First Regiment, E Company. They had travelled here, to this “inner sanctum” by which the two allies have been trying to find for the last six months. Leaving behind the Mobile Stability Base, they travelled in jungle-crushing Virtue-class MBTs, Fortitude-class APCs and the napalm-spewing Righteous-calss ATV. An entire armoured convoy, crushing jungle and making as much noise as possible to deter any curious creatures. Yet as they went deeper, quiet would need to be observed as they came closer to what the Mahre called “the center of the planet”.

So the three parties would eventually disembark their vehicles, half staying with and the other going deeper within.

They trudged through thick undergrowth until the noise started.

It was a deep growling noise, bellyful and strong coming from near the leftmost squad. Close and rumbling and churning in the ear, like stones grinding. It vibrated the brain, etching them to paralyse in fear. The horror starts now.


The collective had talked to this race prior to their involvement and had worked out the details in full while they spoke secretly about what the collective could do to help. This seemed to be something familiar and almost like home in a sense and while the danger of the world was obvious they knew better than anyone if there was a chance to integrate and become one with a planet. To find the source of the planet’s soul and make peace with them, proving that mankind could adapt rather than dominate. Once an agreement had been reached between the two the Mahre Collective returned home to deliver the news about finding allies and people to work with. This was in any case a much more dangerous yet just as rewarding experience for they would find another planet much like their own and can possibly get even closer to understanding what made these planets so special in how they had a will of their own.

In ancient times when humans were one race there was believed to be a spirit of the world even then known as Gaia however that spirit wasn’t strong enough or simply knew it was better to simply die then to suffer longer. Why Terra had died didn’t matter anymore but it simply added fuel to their theory that planets have a mind of their own but simply had a varying degree of potency and strength or if the wills could understand self sacrifice or suffering.

As the collective had gotten back home after their trip they organized expedition teams to help their newfound allies. Richard the lead geneticist of the collective organized their science teams a group of 6 of his best geneticists and scientists went. Of course before they were allowed to leave they made sure to get the necessary mutations to allow them to survive in the hostile environment mainly things like stone skins and poison eating stomachs, things that would allow them to survive in harsh environments and survive killing blows that would normally be fatal like having a second heart just in case. They were ready to go and like anything else they needed their own security detail. They didn’t want to send too many or they would seem paranoid or hostile. The council had a long debate about whether or not they should risk sending one of their thorns in on this expedition or not since they were few in number and were the elite among the elite and were nearly impossible to kill here on their home planet. However they decided that this chance to see a planet similar to their own was one worth the risk. So they allowed a single thorn to be awoken from their slumber asking if they would take such a task.

The warrior agreed in understanding that this was paramount to understanding their own world; his name was Severnus and was stronger and bulkier than the other guard. They decided to allow him to take 3 of their warriors with him to protect the scientists and make sure that they made it back or if nothing else that their research made it back.

That brings us to the present moment as they are riding inside the strange machine and burning away the forests around them. Once they were told to leave the vehicle the elite thorn Severnus stayed behind to guard their way out and half the scientists. The one that left ahead was the lead geneticist of the group by the name of Gorgmus a young man made of almost iron like skin along with the 3 warriors they brought with them.


It was darker than it should have been, that was what set Sergeant Rock of E Company off ease. Well, that and the mutated bareskins which were only a few meters away from him. Ironskins may have been a more accurate title. They were eerie and strange, even with his own mutations his genetic manipulation was not as extensive as his human escorts. And, well, the fact that they were human was strange in and of itself.

Humans were creatures learned about in books, songs and movies, not in the flesh. Secretly in his mind, he wished for the fall of human civilisations to be quick. It was unnerving to see such potentially violent beings around him and his. Fuck the human worshippers, he knew what they had done.

It was professionalism and a little bit of fright which held the Rock’s tongue back, his eyes darting to and fro the shadows which enveloped him and his squad. There were three automatons at the front, slicing and burning away at the forest with the Conservationists and their alien allies in the middle. Around them were his squad in E Company. Travel through here was monotonous work, until a dinging sound rang in their ears.

>Hostile detected: 1
>Species: Cervus Ursinus
>WARNING: EXTREMELY HOSTILE, CLASS 3 THREAT
>Recommendation: Heavy Weapons Support and armour
>Marking locations… ERROR ERROR INTERFERENCE-

Rock dialled the volume down on his earpiece, as did the other Expeditionaries around him. This deep in the jungle and the sensors went haywire, all they could serve as were early warning systems. As a career soldier, he kept his cool but was sweating underneath his armour.

“Oi humans, five hostiles in a 100 meter radius around us. Keep your eyes peeled for bright lights and a -”

Deep growling noises cut him off, one which shook his brain violently in his skull. Bang bang bang, it went, slamming his brains back and forth. His ears felt as though they were erupting, tears welling up in his eyes. A bright white light shone itself in front of Rock and the escorts, his HUD immediately darkening to counteract the blinding lumens. Along with this, fast-acting drugs flooded into his system which regulated the shocking symptoms immediately. It was in these relieving moments that he finally saw the monster.



It sat atop a branch above, five meters tall at a crouch. It reverberated that awful sound, still bouncing within his memories. A long tongue slicked out of its jaw, licking along its canines with an eyeball sitting atop one. Hungry, bottomless, sinking eyes stared right at him. Large, powerful arms with muscular sinew wrapped with small feathers, strange hands dripping with blood. Crimson dripped down to the forest floor, down to the headless gorilla shock trooper underneath it.

Shaking out of their collective reverie at the rare beast, Rock along with his squad and the automatons concentrated fire upon the monster. .50 calibre slugs along with twin-cannons firing alongside them, the automatons and the squad’s remaining shock trooper opening up with the later.

It moved, the slugs destroying the tree it was on moments before. It charged through the hailstorm of bullets, twisting through the air in an unnatural dance even as darkish liquid seeped out of knicks and cuts from whizzing rounds. It went “antlers” first into one of the lead automatons, moving it easily aside with the bony protrusions. The gunfire followed but it was simply too fast or, as it would be more accurately described as later on, too elusive.

It contorted in strange shapes and positions to avoid life-threatening bullets, almost as if its body was completely boneless aside from the antlers. Its movements were to jump to each individual, tearing apart bodies like ripping paper even as everyone alive was still trying to track a bead on the monster-thing.

Rock watched it through his sights as it gnawed upon the head of the last gorilla in his squad, bending its back to rip the skull and spine out of the simian’s body. He fired in its moment of seeming delacent worship of its meal, slamming a three-round burst into its arm.

It roared, louder this time, so loud it shook the ground underneath him. His ears bled, eyes shut as the light only grew stronger. He would not feel it bound towards him, jaw opened as it leapt over the humans.


The scientists understood that they would be facing creatures that were not entirely human which only brought fascination to them and made them even more curious. They did see that they were not very welcomed among them but they paid little mind to their personal feelings as they knew that this was done on high and if anything happened they would end up causing much bigger problems. They had explored this land and soon enough were able to witness the first of the creatures that they would be studying. It was large and threatening but to the Mahre this was of little consequence they had their own creatures that may not look in such horrific states but they felt the precense of this beast meant it was protecting this land from their invasion. As they started to attack the creature the warriors got into a defnesive stand making sure to keep their well trained eyes on the surroundings rather then the creature it was fast but they knew that creatures such as this would create a faint movement of the surrounding brush before they would even see it come.

In the mean time the scientists were singing, or at least it seemed that way to the simian allies that were still firing on the creature. However what they were doing was finding the frequency that the beast understood, creatures have a language even if not spoken verbally and the Mahre understood all creatures had a voice it was simply a matter of finding it. As the creature seemed intent on attacking them next the warriors stood in a line and braced as they dug their heels into the dirt and extended their bone blades they were able to catch the bottom half of the creatures mouth before tossing it over them with their strength. Before the creature could get back up and attack them again from behind it cried out as the singing finally hit a frequency that made it hear their voice. They spoke to it trying to be peaceful but of course this creature couldn't allow them passage but neither could it keep attacking under this freuqency. It gave one last roar before the creature would flee. When the creature left the scientists would excitedly talk amongst themselves discussing the creature and how it related to their own planet and the frequency of their song that broke past the language barrier. They could speak to these creatures however their songs were alien and unknown they would still be seen as a threat but they were already thinking of solutions to combat this while the warriors looked none the worse for wear.


The combined forces continued without much fuss afterwards, the Expeditionaries shrugging off the weirdness of their allies (keeping a healthy distance away of course) while the Conservationists hurriedly questioned the Mahre on what just occured. Dings would be heard frequently over the next hour, INFOWAR tracking and spotting several possibly hostile creatures circling around them. Strangely, none of them would inch any closer than a 50 meter radius around the Mahre. This would give them the breathing space to make large tracts of progress through the jungle.

Rock would hear one of the Convservationists cry out in joy as they reached a small clearing in the thick undergrowth and greenery. "What is it?" He asked, glancing around the clearing. These were the worst places for them

"This should be it!" The excited chimpanzee exlclaimed, smiling widely while somehow ignoring the near-death experience they had just gone through. That's just how Conservationists are. "We should be at the center of the jungle now!" He pointed towards a strange contraption in his hands, beeping frequently and loudly.

The Sergeant would snort, shaking his head. "That thing is broken young chimp, there's no way we're in the center of the jungle right now. We have another three days until we would get there-"

>Hostile detected - 1
>Species: UNKNOWN
>WARNING UNKNOWN HOSTILE APPROACHING
>SENSOR JAMMERS DETECTED, ETA 40 SECONDS

The group tightened as one, coming closer together around the clearing with the scientists and Conservationists in the middle, warriors up front. It was a quick, efficient and coordinated move to protect the important assets within the group, the circle only completing as the jungle split in twain.

It was as if it parted for the creature coming, a droning sound filling the air, the sky darkening ominously. Two lines trees flattened against the ground, the rest of the jungle becoming silent. And from this dark corridor came a creature of horrific appearance.



It stood as tall as the trees once were, towering over the group in a mystic horror. Its front hands grasped and reached, movements of hunger and want as clear as day. Its upper torso "twitched", like a still-moving corpse stuck atop an irradiated deer. The droning sound became louder, deeper, as if the whole jungle was singing as one. The Cervus Ursinus paled in comparison, causing the simians within the group to fall on one knee, pass out or in some cases, die on the spot. It was a thrumming, infernal and living sound. The creature's haunted eyes gazed at the still standing Mahre, defiant even to this terrifying beast.

The hands spread in a showy gesture, as if the creature mockingly bowed. "Why do you, Outsiders One With Their Mother, stand among these ingrates which defile their own?"


They traveled along with their allies down deeper to find the center of this planet and soon enough the sergeant would speak up at the young ape saying that they weren't anywhere near the center but the Mahre could tell from the formation of this area that this was going to be an area where those that wished to find the center would meet a guardian. Similar to a checkpoint in some ways and they would soon be proven right as a large creature came out of the forest standing as tall as the trees themselves. They heard the song of the creature and could feel its intention of hunger and want however this creature also understood that the Mahre were different, as it sang the Mahre didn't falter and in fact welcomed the new and strange song. The creature then came to them and bowed while it may seem like it was mocking the gesture the Mahre didn't see it that way.

They then stood forward before giving a deep and sincere bow showing respect to this guardian. They were in his home after all it would be rude to do anything else. Then the leader Gorgmus stood up and said "Guardian we apologize for coming to your land unnanounced, We are known as the Mahre. It is true we are one with our mother however we grew curious and wanted to know if other planets shared the same strength as our own planet. We search trying to understand if our planet is truly unique and if it isn't then what would it take for planets to gain such a strength. We wish to learn more about you and your mother, we are here with these ingrates as you call them because they wish to follow our path. They think that weapons an technology will keep them safe but we know better, for your mother is a being that deserves respect and reverance. A group of their kind understand this and wish to understand how to achieve what we have. We understand if you don't believe them in their intention as they have already attacked the land but they do not speak for this group alone. If you would allow us we would like to reach the mother and speak to her and learn from her children. We swear on our true mother that we do not wish to harm you or your mother in any way. If need be we will venture alone if you do not wish for these ingrates to move further" he explained to the creature. However while to them it was a normal conversation to their allies it would sound like the singing of birds with various tones and musical notes being sung at the creature.

It stood there, watching, for what felt like an eternity to the sentients on the ground. And all of a sudden, the thrumming stopped. The jungle returned to peaceful life, birds chirping in the air, critters running across the clearing. Their vision cleared and the pain stopped.

The creature beckoned them forward. The apes were hesitant, some still clearing their heads while others reached for fallen comrades. It's eyes pierced those who went to move the fallen. "Do not wake them, they were too weak to hear my Voice, they will die hearing the Mother's. Raggedy intruders, you must learn your place here. If you are too weak to hear Mother's voice, shoot yourself now and make death come quickly."

The Sergeant flared his nostrils, heavy breaths and bared teeth to show the anger which coursed in his veins. "Who the FUCK are you to tell us what to do, you ugly bastard!" He gripped the young chimpanzee in his arms, crimson coating his fur.

While others stood aghast, the Expeditionaries stood with their leader, weapons armed and ready. They spaced themselves out from the strange Mahre and their foreign tongues, untrusting of the unknown. They had trained for this, fear gripping at them but their willpower holding even stronger. Weak vines do not survive long in this jungle. But with this defiance, the beast only loomed closer and closer to the group, its features becoming clearer yet more confusing as it stepped more into the light.

Its crown antlers, which would have looked majestic atop any normal beast, had flesh molting off the bone, blood red veins pulsing with life as it spread itself across the ivory peaks. Its "torso" was grotesque, the "twitching" revealing itself to be breath and a pulsing heart, like a beheaded man straddling a deer. Its skin was tight to its body like a sign of malnourishment yet the muscles, tight and packed together, spoke of otherworldly strength. Atop this all was a green-ish mucous which coated the beast's thick, draping fur and with each droplet's landfall, a sizzling would fill the air as it ate at the earth. And its eyes, oh dear Spirits its eyes.

It were these eyes, abominable and glowing, set into deep cavernous sockets, which stared down the ape leader. The shadows flickered in the light, revealing what lay underneath the darkness. Throbbing skin and flesh on which two glowing orbs clung to with no obvious anchor, crimson bleeding from every pour like a waterfall down to into the mouth below. An infinite stream of blood drink for the creature, a creature of too many teeth and a serpentine tongue now that Rock could see it closer.

But as a testament to his name, the ape stood between it and his young charge, staring at the beast with a rage only a simian could muster in front of such horror. But then it spoke once again.

It rumbled and tore against the eardrums, making the simian sergeant flinch. "Oh to be so young again, to be foolish and unknowing of my place." It was close enough that its breath hung in the air, as putrid as its appearance, yet the voice came from no mouth, like it emanated from the creature. A pale hand reached out, carressing the ape's cheek slowly like a tender mother. "You are brave, as is the rest of your kind. Each of you who wander in the jungles have a pride and courage which seem unmatched."

It grabbed his throat in a vice-like grip, unbothered by the shouting apes surrounding it, by the knife which was now embedded into its arms. If anything, the metal wriggled in the flesh before being spat out, like an unwanted meal. The mucuous sizzled louder as more gently draped itself off its body as the beast's hackles raised, staring at the simian with ill intent. "𝖄𝕰𝕿 𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕬𝕽𝕰 𝖂𝕰𝕬𝕶. 𝖄𝕰𝕿 𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕶𝕹𝕺𝖂 𝕹𝕺𝕿 𝕺𝕱 𝕿𝕳𝕰 𝕸𝕺𝕿𝕳𝕰𝕽. 𝖄𝕰𝕿 𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕮𝕺𝕹𝕿𝕴𝕹𝖀𝕰 𝕿𝕺 𝕯𝕰𝕷𝖁𝕰 𝕴𝕹𝕿𝕺 𝕾𝕰𝕮𝕽𝕰𝕿𝕾 𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕶𝕹𝕺𝖂 𝕹𝕺𝕿𝕳𝕴𝕹𝕲 𝕬𝕭𝕺𝖀𝕿. 𝕯𝕰𝕬𝕿𝕳 𝕮𝕺𝕸𝕰𝕾 𝕿𝕺 𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕬𝕷𝕷 𝕬𝕹𝕯 𝕬𝕷𝕷 𝖂𝕳𝕴𝕮𝕳 𝕿𝕽𝕰𝕬𝕯 𝕴𝕹 𝕿𝕳𝕴𝕾 𝕵𝖀𝕹𝕲𝕷𝕰."

It let go, the Sergeant landing on all fours, sputtering on the ground. The creature turned around back the way it came. "I am the Messenger, third child of the Mother. The fleshy ones and the beast on the ground will stay with me. The rest of you must 𝕷𝕰𝕬𝖁𝕰."

As one, everyone else in the party fell to the ground at the final command, laying at the feet of the giant. With the Mahre watching passively, and the Sergeant clutching his throat on the ground, the Mother was summoned. The Messenger split in twain, two halves of a suddenly and violently lifeless body ripped apart by unknown forces. And from this gory bloodshed rose a strange, pale "human" woman, of too many arms and too many legs protruding from her body. Blonde curly hair and beautiful blue eyes yet a nose which curled upwards too much and canine teeth which hung out of red lips. Her ears were on either side of her neck and her body was covered in red dress, which seemed fitted to her too many limbs. She smiled and spread her many arms, ignoring the grotesque stink of an already decaying body around her.

"Hello child." It was a melodic yet powerful voice, one which sung in many languages, known and unknown. The Sergeant stayed on the ground, almost crushed by the power. She snatched her gaze from the ape to the humans still standing. "Hello children. I have not met another Mother and her flock in quite some time. How did you find the peace with your Mother?"


The Mahre soon smiled as they heard the guardians singing stop and allow the rest to live and continue forward despite the obvious reservations of doing this with the ingrates. They were saddened to see such anger come from their allies and although they understood they should know that it was because of their stuborness and unwilliness to understand that they were in this position of needing their help in the first place. They wish that their allies understood that this was necessary if they wanted peace with their planet and to stop dying as a result. They walked forward and didn't mind the distance that their allies kept from them as they instead took the time to examine their guardian who was leading them to the mother of the planet. They spoke among themselves wondering how such creatures came into being and if it was a similiar process to their own planets guardians simply in a different form from what they know. Could their mother simply decided that forms like these that would cause nightmares to normal minds be the reason they were shaped this way or was their some deeper meaning behind it.

They then watched as the guardian spoke again but this time directed it at the commanding officer of their allies and for a moment the Mahre were hopeful until they heard what the guardian said. It only made the Mahre shake their heads knowing that the guardian was right. The secrets they seek are ones that could change the world and maybe even the galaxy at large. They knew that the guardian wouldn't kill the commander because if it wanted to it would have done so before they got this far. They then heard of the command to the others of the group and the fellow guards of their commander had been forced to leave.

Soon they watched as the guardian split in such a grand display that even the Mahre took a step back from surprise as the blood flowed so suddenly. Soon though a figure appeared and soon they were greeted by a beautiful woman wearing a fitting red dress despite the fact that she had more limbs then were necessary and canines that looked ready to snap their necks in half the Mahre were anything but afraid. They were meeting a mother of another planet for the first time. They were seeing living proof that their planet wasn't the only one with a strong connection to its mother. If anything they were in awe and when she spoke they looked ready to cry, they were so moved to hear the song of a mother again so far from home. After the inital moment of awe and reverance they composed themselves and bowed to her one more deeply before Gorgmus spoke again "It is truly an honor to find another mother so far from our own home. Thank you for seeing us and if you like I would be honored to speak fo the tale that has been taught to everyone back on our planet. We call it "the journey of the first flower." Long ago in our most ancient history we were much like these Simian's not in our looks mind you but in our ignorance, we tried fire and blade trying to carve our way into making a home but our mother was much stronger. No matter what she destroyed what little was made as quickly as it was built. Through her children that chased and ate us or through her own will as the flora and fauna encroached and killed us. It would have surely been the end of us however one day a girl went missing in what passed for a colony back then, everyone assumed she died of course. However she said she heard the song of a creature telling her to find her. An innocent child being told to come and find her she did so and instead of being killed she was allowed to explore, she was given food on journey by the mother. Our mother saw the kindness the girl showed she was happy as they spoke through the trees and was remorseful about hurting a stray plant or seed. She met a guardian after her week long journey and would have been killed if she had ran. For the guardian that greeted her towered much like yours did. However the first thing the girl did was greet the guardian and hug them as if meeting a parent. This caused the Guardian to soften. Soon she saw the mother as she revealed herself. The guardian shrank down their vines and leaves spreading out under it and soon it was the size of a woman. Wearing a beautiful floral dress with antlers and wide eyes. She hugged the child and they spoke, to this day we haven't discovered how it was possible. However the child came back and looked much like we do now. Different skin and different body but the same child. If not for her words in saying to our leaders back then that the mother didn't wish to kill us we may not be here today. The child explained to everyone that we must live in harmony with our mother and she will take care of us. Not to destroy but to adapt. To become her children or we would not be able to live at all. Our leaders were wise and took the childs words to heart. No machines remain on our planet save for the ones that allowed us to change our bodies and allow us to be as strong as our siblings back home. Dear mother, please understand we came here because unlike us none of the simian's that live here have a child of purity, of such innoncence to see the world in a way that the planet was family. We spoke to a group among them that wish to achieve what we have, to see harmony and peace in simply walking on the same soil as their true mother. In seeing you today we have discovered that our mother isn't alone. Knowing this is enough to bring us to tears" he said wiping his eyes as he admitted that after their story and reliving the same moment that their first flower achieved so long ago was someting that was beyond words. Something they could have never hoped to feel before.


The story, in which to others sounded like song, sang of life and hope. Of an innocence which saved lives and expanded them. Of limitless potential. The Mother of New Gift, her name unknown for eons and will continue to be, stood silently listening to the Mahren song. Emerald tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at the group then to the simian clutching himself in pain.

"To be a proper Mother, one must learn forgiveness." She whispered, one of her many hands outreching towards the sergeant. The arm convulsed and stretched, bone cracking as the limb lengthened beyond what is natural. Slender fingers carressed the face of the ape, desperately trying to inch away but unable to by the sheer pain which crashed inside him upon the touch. He cried out and she retracted, a visible frown on her face.

Retracting it to normal length, she looked back at the Mahre, ignoring the whimpering sergeant for the moment. "I am moved by your story, children, yet I do not know if I can trust these Supremus yet. One of them came to me, black of fur, one of the short ones, asking for the gifts you have received yourselves from your own Mother. I, being young in the cradle, fell for the sweet words of potential."

The Mother's face hardened, the lightning crackling in the sky as it darkened with her mood. "He betrayed me, and with his betrayal came my weakness. He gave gifts to my other children, gifts which took them away from me and made them ungrateful for all I've done. They continue to intrude upon the lands which I oversee, I control, I love. They are an ungrateful, arrogant, foolish lot who think they know better than the Mother which guided them here, allowed them to be here."

With every word, thunder erupted and the ground shook, howling winds sweeping through the small clearing. It was power incarnate, pain, betrayal, loss, love, strength, weakness. Of a youth led astray, of a being so powerful fooled by the descendant of someone who was betrayed themselves. And then, with a graceful shake of her head, it stopped.

Her features softened, otherworldly body relaxing. On her face was regret, a mourning blue glow appearing around her like a crown. "But alas, as your story shows, to be a proper Mother, one must learn forgiveness. They have been churlish and insubordinate but maybe they can be shown the error of their ways. Both them and those which have left my flock to be with them. I will take the young, the young must show me the error of my ways. Then, I will take those willing to be my Guardians and my children. Thank you, children of a foreign Mother, I wish you fruitful endeavours and a bountiful life."

Her arms, all of them, too many of them, stretched out in a violent cacophany of cracking bones. They reached out like tendrils of malice, reaching for the youngest of the simians in the group. Five would be chosen, all under the age of 20, wrapped in the limbs of a gentle yet twitchingly violent Mother. These five would be taken away, with the Mother and the clearing itself, disappearing with a quickly encroaching undergrowth.

The Mahre would return to the vehicles alone five days later, grimly explaining the attacks which befell their simian comrades by the hands of the Cervus Ursinus. It would be a mournful loss for E Company yet an expectant one. You do not enter the jungle lightly without knowing the risks of such an endeavour, especially with an escort so small. The expedition would be written off as a failure by both the Legion and the Conservation League, both organisations moving on with their lives.

Yet unknown to the parties involved was that even with the Mother's gaze, even she can miss details. Like an eavesdropping, rebellious child, eager to displease her.

The light remained dim in the high trees, barely visible and flickering like a shifting tunnel of light from the sun above. The creature chittered, its long tongue licking the peeling crown atop its head.

"ђє ๓ยรՇ кภ๏ฬ." The light vanished, like the shifting branches covering a hole in the canopy.

It was time to board the trains and avoid... the travesty that had occurred in the ballroom. In truth, Kalil did not expect the dancing to go so badly as it did but at least his new friend(?). As the night would go on ad his high faded, the Dhaka prodigy would only remember more details which would embarrass him to no end. The drugs, the singing, the dancing, oh Allah the dancing was horrendous. It was full of missteps, tripping and desperate fumbling on his part. All in all, he would have difficulty trying to find the mindset to rest after such an eventful night. Cringeworthy, future students of his age would claim. A cringeworthy experience indeed.

But for now, the embarrassment was to the back of Kalil's skull, as another idea seemed to grasp at him during the train ride. There were two details missing from the night, two which itched his thinking mind. Who was Nazca? And who caused the bulbs to spark like it did? The former was difficult, as with women, there could be a myriad of different reasons as to why she was so insistent. A stalker, perhaps? Or perhaps she was a cannibal? He went pale white at the thought.

She was a Briton, right? Did they not eat man meat? As a boy, he was always taught the savagery of the "Empire of Britannia". A small island with imperial ambitions but not even a tenth the size of Hindustan, expansionist pale-skins. Cannibalism seemed to fit the bill, the outer world always seemed so savage. But she was not as pale-skinned as his other British friend... Where did James go?!

In the drug-addled ramblings in his mind, Kalil had once again forgotten the latter topic in which he wished to think upon and stumbled into his new quarters with a piercing headache. The effects of drugs and alcohol seemed to flush out of his system very quickly but the pain always felt severe. It was in fact so bad that he completely missed the other occupant inside the room and almost missed how lavish it was.

Well, in the Western style that is. As Kalil's vision spun while he laid down on the floor, he would see the vastness of the space that would be his and another unknown person's. To his taste, it was not as opulent or colourful as his own home before but it was leagues better than the hovels he had seen at the local universities in Dhaka. But at least add some colour here, this thing was so blindingly white. His complaints would be said aloud, as chemically-altered people tend to do, perhaps making his new roommate uncomfortable or amused?

The prodigy of Dhaka would only know after a few minutes, with the world's spinning coming to a stop and the headache fading slowly. He sat up, bleary eyed and sore as he placed his miniature shisha pipe in the middle of living room, beckoning forward what he reckoned to be a person of his imaginations. He often smoked with ghosts, to combat the loneliness of his endeavours without his father.

"Spirit, o come forth," He slurred, slowly getting more coherent as he spoke. "come partake in holy vapours." He smiled, hoping to calm the short spirit in front of him.

@Yankee

It was a tiring performance, one which accelerated the heart and rushed the blood. In all senses, among these drunk and rowdy, not the bourgeois and judging, did Kalil feel most alive. Genius and merchant's son though he was, his foremost childhood was not spent only tutoring in his father's manor. Roaming and exploring the streets of Dhaka, being among the common peoples, this was the childhood he had. To smell the street food and hear the lower merchants sell their wares, to feel the trundling of the masses and to see the laughter of the people. It was something to enjoy and onboard the airship, it seemed to be something he left behind.

These noble sons and daughters felt so distant to him. Kalil was rich, yes, mayhaps even richer than many here, but a commoner he was still. So, in his drug-addled mind, he was surprised to find other students joining him in song. He laughed with a few of them afterwards, sweating slightly after the boisterous effort.

His well-needed conversing and socialising was distracted by two men taking center stage. It was a duet of expertise, as far as his ear could tell, the occidental-style music both new and refreshing in his ears. There was something more lively about a performance by humans over a performance by machines. It was sobering him to listen to the duet, calming his senses and euphoria. And in this small, calm sea he found himself in, Kalil realised two things.

One, his compatriot Englishman (did he learn his name?) had parted ways without him noticing. Rude. Two, he had promised a dance with a lady. And a gentleman never backed down from an offer of dance. This distracted him enough to ignore the fact he actually did recognise one of the men which underwent spontaneous performance.

Hurrying to leave, he bid farewell to faces he would surely forget in the morning, to look for one he would. Spotting the silver-haired German on a table, approached by a familiar looking blonde, the Mughal beelined straight for the pair. Hopefully he would not be strayed from his path.

That would just be rude.
"The past is a foreign country."
6 Months Ago


As the E.S.M.G.'s hold on the city became nigh on impossible and with the fall of the main HQ, Major General Batzorig reined all of his forces, along with many others, into a perimeter surrounding F.O.B. Steel. Neo Beijing became the last hotspot of ECU resistance against the wailing tide of Whiny Fucks, a name used by the last defenders of the ruined government as an insult to the revolutionary's legitimacy. To some, this killing was just business. A contract with an end which seemed to be coming near. To many others, this once foreign conflict became very personal. The ex-Protectors hanging on who have lost all that they knew, clinging on to what seemed like their last hope from a vengeful tide. The newly formed Mercenarios who deserted their own army after losing too much and gaining too little from this conflict. And even the apes, who were sent here by the wishes of their city-states, felt abandoned in a useless cause and desperate after so many losses.

Not that the mercenaries did not make Whiny Fucks pay. Blood was paid back with blood, bodies stacking on both sides. Surrounded on all sides with no help, F.O.B. Steel should have been an anarchic mess that the Flowers could sweep up. But allies of convenience can quickly become brothers in arms.

The E.S.M.G. had been holding its current perimeter for over a few days, with fortified checkpoints and constant patrols. Bolstered by human allies, the mercenaries had some reprieve in their week of constant retreat. The land they occupied was empty of anything aside from IEDs and ambushes among burnt-out buildings. For now, there was some quiet on Checkpoint Charlie and within was an unlikely foursome you would not have seen anywhere else in the galaxy.

They were banging their heads to the tunes of old-Earth 50 Cent. Well, at least three of them were.

"♩ Many men, wish death upon me / blood in my eye dawg and I can't see ♭"

A heavily scarred Mercenario took a sip of his ¡Bomba! drink, a sought-after and jealously guarded prize among the rationing Matuvistan deserters at the moment. "Hijo de putas, I don't understand why you like this shit music."

"I like this better than your mariachi bands."

"Fuck up Adrien, you don't know what a mariachi band is, had to learn it from the monkey even though you live in this Earth-loving hell-"

Both received a banana peel to the face each, courtesy of a tribal-looking, laughing chimpanzee in a skirt. The Matuvistan sputtered as one flap entered his mouth but Adrien was smart enough to keep his golden visor up, the peel falling and sticking on the scratched "PROTECTOR" logo instead. Both looked his way but only one visibly glared at the diminutive ape, which only sent him cackling. "Who knew humans were so stupid? I dearly hope the spirits, bless their souls, were not close to even half of how stupid you are Juan. Bloody bareskins."

"¡Qué Cabrón! ¡Fucking el mono!"

"Fake Spanish fuckers."

"¡Pendejo!"

"Drug addled softie."

"¡Coño!"

"I heard the exclamation points in that one. Is all you know is shouting, swearing and drugs? I swear you barely know Spanish beyond swear words."

"Don't forget the women, drinking and killing mi hermano. If only you monkeys were a race of space babes instead of babuinos. Mierde I would kill for somewhere to lay some pipe, if you get what I me-"

"Your pipin' don't work as good as you think, Juan. Y'all should pay attention to the convoy ahead." As always, the quieter ex-Protector came in between the two loudmouths, focusing them on the job at hand. It's been the dynamics of the unlikely trio ever since they came together in Checkpoint Charlie. Due to the high attrition rates on patrols, the shifts on checkpoints had become longer and manpower shortages across the front caused previously separated forces together.

Thus how the quiet ex-Protector, loudmouthed Mercenario and the foolish chimpanzee found company in each other. Charlie was equal parts lively and violent, culture clashes happening frequently between the three but they certainly got over their grudges quickly. One had to if one were to rely on that same face you punched to be saving your life an hour afterwards. Fights would only really happen between Juan and Xi, with Adrien breaking it between them.

Their job consisted of checking for hidden trackers, potential false flag attacks and intercepting enemy incursions within the area. Along with the ten others in Charlie, they would act as a QRF force to block any holes in the line. As it stands, they would be lucky if they could fill the hole in the broken toilet.

As the convoy stopped in front of the makeshift wire gate, the fourth member of the foursome came from behind the lumbering Adrien. The German Shepherd, lovingly nicknamed Lady by the former Protector, leapt forth nose first.

Outwardly, Khanate-provided canines seem the same as the ones on Earth. As you learned while working with them, they were anything but those glorified house pets. Lady has a keener sense of smell than any naturally born dog, with a full three cones in her eyes, sharper intelligence and a fiercer bite than even an old Earth wolf. Fearsome, loyal and adorable all wrapped in one package. She would work in tandem with Adrien to search the vehicles as the others keep watch. It was slow, repetitive work but the black and gold armour-wearer felt calm in how familiar it felt.

It was good to feel familiarity in things other than murder and violence. Other than those creeping voices in his head, the monsters which stalk his nightmares, metal and gaunt and screaming-

"Aight, they clear!" Adrien pulled a treat out of his pocket as Lady put her paws on his boots, looking up at him with puppy eyes. He scratched behind her ears with clean gloves, smiling softly under his mask. Yes, familiar and boring but so much calmer.

It would go like this for a few more hours as it neared to the end of their shift. Adrien patiently watching the other two banter with each other as Lady loyally laid at his feet. Check convoy, pass them through. Check convoy, pass them through. Soon enough the sun would go down the horizon and their officer signaled that the next shift members were coming through. He yawned, peering into the dimly lit streets.

"You okay friend?" A hairy hand wrapped itself on his bicep before a sudden hefty weight sat on the ex-Protector's shoulders. He merely shrugged the weight on as if it was nothing.

"It's nothin' Xi, just thinkin' that's all." There was a silence that stretched between the two comrades, looking out to the darkness. It was comfortable, more comfortable than Adrien has been since Zeta-5.

There was a tap on Adrien's head. "You know, I never got to thank you for trying to help me find my friend. Sergeant Marley deserves a friend like you. I just abandoned him there like a coward."

He waved his hand, dismissing the nervous chimp antics. "Don't worry 'bout it bud, ya can't do much when yer burning alive yknow."

A cackle and a slap to his helmet. Rude monkey, he thought. "You're right there, you big oaf." A pause and once again, that silence comes back. Tenser than before. "You know, if you wanna talk about what happened on Zeta, we can talk. We've been saving each other's asses long enough."

"It ain't worth it."

"That's what I said, before you convinced me to search. We all have each other's backs, my friend."

Adrien stood still for some time and watched the shadows stretch across the pavement. It would be a few minutes of this as his shadow lengthened over him. It felt like it was eating away at him, a caged monster now unleashed, a pain which felt stronger everyday. It made it harder to get up from bed, to eat and even to talk, at times. His teeth were yellow and he knew his hair was unruly from the lack of a shower. But ever since he woke up, he decided he did not deserve to be clean. The filth was too overwhelming for him to just wash it all away. He did not deserve remorse or sympathy, he was just a violent, big, dumb brute who slaughtered innocents. Others don't see it that way. But he did.

"I ain't dumb, yknow, even though ma tests keep saying I am. My ma just told me I was different from the other children. But these kids, yknow, they told me I was wrong and stupid and they called me a retard or sumthin'. But I ain't ever wanted to hurt nobody, I just wanted to protect. Protector, it's in the name yknow? So I signed up like a good little boy, just before Zeta happened."

"This right here, ma home, if ya can even call it that anymore, is jus' different from Zeta. We jus' killed and killed and killed ova' there, killing all of 'em toasters as much as we could. It was, whatchumacallit, geno-cide?" Adrien let out a shaky breath, blood misting up his visor as he recalled his past. "Yeah, yeah it was genocide aight. Cold blooded murder. But it felt good, if ya catch me. It was that word they always be using, right-eous. It never felt wrong to me but I guess I was the one that's wrong. Definitely felt that way when I came home, they started gettin' rid of ma buddies, everyone started lookin' at us weird. These were the people we were supposed to be protectin' but instead, we were murderin' 'em. Now it started to feel wrong."

He clenched his fists, shaking harder even as his buddy placed his hands on his helmet. "Everythin', everythin' I ever did was wrong. I couldn't do nothin' right. I failed my tests, I failed my old buddies. I fucked it up Xi. At Zeta, I failed bein' a human. A proper human wouldn't have done the things I did. They would've stopped Xi. But I just kept goin' and goin' yknow. And here, I failed even harder. I failed my ma, Xi. Them Whiny Fucks went after her, they knew who she was and they made, they made an "exam-ple" out of her. I dunno what that means but they messed her up real bad. Ma wouldn't stop bleedin' Xi, it was like those spirits of yours found me lackin' but ended up punishin' the wrong person. And I killed 'em all bud, I killed all of 'em Whiny Fucks who did that to my ma. B-But just like now, it didn't do nothin' right. It jus' made me empty, yknow. Empty is all I feel nowadays."

Adrien felt the weight come off his shoulders as the diminutive chimpanzee leapt down to face him. "You open that visor up, my friend."

Hesitatingly, he flipped the button up to reveal his face. A young, scarred face revealed itself, pale white from the lack of sunlight. A teen, a young fool with blue eyes and scraggly black hair. Couldn't even grow a beard right yet. Yet gaunt, haunted, lacking proper food and sleep. The eyes hid a much older man, old for all the wrong reasons. Xi stared at the boy, not with sympathy, but with understanding.

"You know what I see when I look at you Adrien?" The boy shook his head, shifting his eyes everywhere but into those staring at him. "I see a young, scared boy taken from his mama too early. I see a manipulated boy, a silly boy, maybe even a dumb boy, but I don't see the monster you keep telling yourself you are. You didn't know what you were doing back then, at least you know what you're doing now. And you know what you're doing friend? You're choosing."

"For the first time in your miserable life Adrien, you can choose. You can be what you want to be. You can do what you want to do Adrien. Don't let your past weigh you down because right now, right now you're surviving. And I can't fault you for that, Juan can't fault you for that, no one can! You're surviving to become a better man, to grow up, to be better than what you used to be. To become a man, not just a boy handed a gun and told what to do without knowing shit about life." The ex-Protector felt a hand reach for his own which he could barely see under the tears. "Don't worry my friend, it gets better from here."

The boy nodded slowly, wiping his tears away just in time, as Juan had finished his break. "¡Oi putas, we got one last convoy before we hit the roa- ¡mierde! You having a moment gringo?"

Adrien only laughed this time, tears receding punching the Matuvistan in the arm which elicited a sharp, manly yelp. "Mourning yer ruined pipe, that's all my friend. Cut back on the drugs, maybe yer gonna get it up next time." He patted his gaping friend on the arm, leaving the other cackling as Lady loyally followed his lead. She looked up at him, concerned with eyebrows furrowed. He only smiled, scratching behind her ears before looking at the new arrivals.

It was standard up until the truck in the middle, holding the wounded from the front. Adrien was joking with the occupants inside until he heard barking, harsh and loud. His head whipped towards Lady, barking at front tire. "Alrighty, what do we have here girlie?" As he jogged towards her, he heard her whine in a way he never had before. A ding sounded.

>WARNING: Sensor jammer detected
>IMMINENT DANGER: EXPLOSIVE DETECTED, LEAVE AREA IMMEDIATELY-

"Lady, get outta there-!"

It was fiery and fast, a high yield explosive designed to destroy the checkpoints. It failed at the last moment, only acting as a anti-personnel bomb rather than the bunker-blaster it was intended to be. The start of the last offensive, just before the E.S.M.G. decided to get off world.

Former Protector Adrien Gausman, who had lied about his age to get into the Protectors to care for his mother. Murderer. Failure. Friend. Dead at 19. Honorary E.S.M.G. mercenary for life.
Present time
The Steel, Olympus Mons, Mars

"She laid there, you know, wouldn't move from Charlie after you pushed her away. The mutt didn't want to leave the planet, would bite me whenever Juan and I came to get her. The last ship, we left on the last ship because of her, my friend."

It was one of many, a name etched on to a wall on a list which would only grow longer. Brothers and sisters, comrades-in-arms. Lost too early.

Xi dropped the flowers off, as he now did every Monday, telling the same story each time. There were ex-Protectors around him, ones initially too scarred to truly be sent on missions, now keeping the peace in this little garden of the dead. Black armour and golden visor, a scratched "PROTECTOR" on their chest. Boys all of them, hated and scarred for life. He turned and they turned with him, stamping their feet in unison.

"Come on men, we've got a job to do." He called a forward march, set to start patrols around The Steel's most prized area. El Muro de la Muerte. The Wall of the Dead.

Man’s Best Friend: A collab between @SgtEasy and @Liotrent
”Detainee 407-1, it is time.”

There was no resistance in the “detainee” as he was shackled in heavy chains and his shock collar powered up to life. Escorted out of the bare, stark room, he had already been physically blinded and deafened to the world. A special sort of torture particular to this one simian. He was a hobby artist, a descendant of a popular man, among many. He was a family ape, a Legionnaire who was an eco-activist on the side. One growing baby and a loving life-mate, a well-to-do artisanal job. A good life that some yearned for. Though one might feel sympathy for his coming fate, keep in mind the monster which lurks within this diminutive chimpanzee in glasses.

Violence is in the blood. Primal rage, even among the most sensible of beings, comes to light under enough scrutiny. It is up to the being to hold themselves back from the actions which may tempt them in the day-to-day. Among apes, especially those of certain “bloodlines” or with certain past experiences, this violence can come easier than for others.

All it took was a clock which ticked too much and a newborn which cried through the night.This was what pushed this simple ape to split his family and his nearest neighbours into shreds, splitting limbs after falling into a deep rage. He created a monstrous statue of organs and limbs within his home, the local police catching him in the act of assembling the then 5 feet tall “masterpiece” of his.

He had utterly broken.

For any other being outside of the Legion, this act of brutal slaughter would be up to whichever city-state it occurred in. As a Legionnaire, he would be treated as a Legionnaire and be tried by other Legionnaires. This was an internal matter and would be treated with typical Legion efficiency.

The bodies were still being carried off to be separated and identified while the suspect was tried and convicted of 11 accounts of brutality and first degree murder, among other charges. The bodies were barely chilling as he awaited his punishment.

The glass-wearing chimpanzee was placed in an empty, dark chamber and left alone for some time. An unseen speaker crackling to life prevented him from dozing away.

”Detainee 407-1, you have been tried for 11 counts of first degree murder, breaking and entering and brutality against simian. Your sentence, as passed by the Legion, is to be indefinitely within our service until such time you are unable to.”

The “detainee” visibly relaxed. There could be much worse fates for a Legionnaire murderer than serving as an unpaid physical labourer for the rest of his life. But he stiffened, noticing something in the words of the voice.

“I beg your pardon, but whose service will I be under?”
There was no answer, even as a thick purplish cloud filled the room, bringing tears to his eyes. He grasped at the floor, the walls, screaming and hollering with desperation. The air felt like it was being vacuumed out of him, his mind reeling in a pain never felt before. It was a searing headache, piercing his skull a thousand times with pinprick daggers, embedding itself and twisting viciously. And as quickly as it came, it left.

”You are Doug. That is all you know.”

He was shocked, feeling a sudden regret in his actions. His mind raced back to the time he ripped his wife in half. Wait. Why would he do such a thing? He’d never do something like tha-

The pain came again, this time stronger than the last. And it would come, again and again and again. Like a never ending mantra, until all he knew and ever knew and felt like ever would know was the pain. He wanted anything else, to just die and free himself from this horrifying prison. But it would come, in the exact amount of time it needed to, overwhelming what senses he had left.

All he knew was pain and that sentence which repeated itself over and over again. Never stopping with the same cadence, same inflections, same everything. He spoke to a recorded message.

All he knew was pain. His emotions faded away under the headaches and the choking. He felt like he should die but could no longer voice it aloud and eventually, could no longer even hear his own thoughts. Everything was numbed and painful and soon-

All he knew was pain. And that he was Doug.

”You have learned. You are Doug and you are Hubert’s and the Khan’s. That is all you know.”

The pain comes back even stronger than before.

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Four paws bounded across the metal floor in excited joy. It would be here, in front of the New Haven Directorate embassy, that it came escorted by two large gorillas. The receptionist, still unused to the sight of the talking apes, gaped openly but was promptly shocked out of this by what leapt over onto the desk.

A golden retriever puppy, with a bulky collar and a rose in its mouth. The young canine dropped the rose for the human woman, bowing with its eyes downwards. As any sane human would, she cooed and scratched behind the puppy’s ears. The pupper’s eyes squinted and its mouth opened with a lolling tongue, sitting down.

“Ahhh, this is the life.” The woman diverted her attention to the two gorillas, who had not moved an inch past the doorway. Who was talking-

“Greetings! I am Doug, the gift puppy to Lead Director Hubert, courtesy of the Khan!” The puppy extended a paw, his collar a glowing blue.

The receptionist froze, unsure of whether to continue petting the puppy or lead him up to Lead Director Hubert. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she continued to slowly pick him up and pet him some more while also bringing him to Hubert. Why you ask? Because, in her own words-

“Who’s the bestest boy in the world!? You are! You can call me Auntie Kathy and the Lead Director Papa Hubert!” Katherine used her baby voice and affectionately gave the puppy in her arms plenty of rubbing.

The puppy seemed both confused yet satisfied, trying to look as cute as possible to receive more affection. ”This is not the existence I expected but it is an existence I want!” His tongue kept lolling out of his mouth, mimicking a smile aight his canine teeth.

Another receptionist came to fill in her spot and address the apes by the door. “... Right, so she’ll be a while. Is there anything else you’d like? We have drinks, there’s a bar over to the right and an entertainment lounge to the left…” he then whispered, “... Director Hubert likes to take breaks from running everything every now and then. That’s why we have all of this, I use it too from time to time, you should try the simulator room, great stuff.”

The gorillas merely looked around, huffed as one and left, stamping their way out of the reception area. Their job was done, it was up to Emissary Doug to carry on from here. This left one confused receptionist, a desk full of dog hair and gorilla hand-prints on the carpet.

“Huh… I guess they didn’t want lattes.” he sips on a mug full of coffee amidst the mess of it all.

Meanwhile, Katherine and Doug arrive at Hubert’s office in the middle of Hubert being full blown upset about what’s happening in the Sol system.

“THEY WHAT!? I told them explicitly not to engage! It’s a non-combatant role. Their only job was to protect the NCV and medi-”

Katherine burst into the scene holding out Doug and placing him as closely to Hubert’s face as possible, “Hubert look! A gift from the Khanate! And he taaaaalks!”

Hubert stared into the puppy's eyes and paused for a solid second, “... director whatsyourface, give me a moment an emergency came up.”

Doug wiggled his butt out of Katherine’s hands, plopping himself on the desk of his new friend. He sat down, not minding the myriad bits and bobs which cluttered the Lead Director’s desk. The puppy settled on giving a smile and using a mystical phenomenon canines from Earth are uniquely adept with: puppy eyes.

His blue collar shone to life. ”Greetings! I am Doug, a sapient-level intelligent dog from the Khanate. I am tasked to act as an emissary to the NHD for the Khan and facilitate relations. I am also tasked with being your budding companion! I also know many tricks such as lie down, shake, jump and stand.” Doug proceeded to do each of the tricks consecutively, doing them in as awkward movements as expected from a puppy. He finished with tilting his head, expecting an answer.

Hubert smiled, he then bent down and with both of his hands started to pet Doug, “Doug, you and I, and even Kathy who always brings me my lattes, will be the bestest of friends. I can feel it. In-fact! I’ll make you a new role in the directorate! Lead Director’s Companion! I’ll make sure that the Directorate will be home to many sapient dogs in the future. Somehow, someway!”

In the background Katherine was taking many pictures and uploading them onto all of New Haven’s social media sites. “Oh, you’re an emissary right? Did the Khan need something from the Directorate?”

“Oh… I almost forgot about that. Buuuut, ya know what, I’ll grant anything at this point. I have a mess to fix and I’d rather not waste my time berating Timbolini on his serious lack of serious… ness…” He wiggled his moustache on the last word, as if unsure if that was the right way to describe Timothy Candy’s complete lack of awareness when it comes to foreign affairs.

Doug instinctively jumped on Hubert’s lap, flipping around for him to give belly rubs. Despite this, he continued on an official tone as a new animal representative for the Khan.

”The Khan wishes to extend an invitation to an Artificial Intelligence program which can benefit both of our nations. A fully sapient AI with quantum computing power and the addition of a stable personality matrix, based on current or historical brains of the past. This brain-scan technology is available to you and is represented within me!”

The Golden Retriever turned around and sat up much to the dismay of his new owner. The puppy tilted his head, indicating a spot in his ear for Hubert to scratch. ”My overall brain template is from an unknown personality but also includes personality traits from Einstein, Darwin, Newton, Gauss, Ramanujan and Oppenheimer. The Khan has access to a large database of stable personality and brain templates to be used for any future AI.”

There was no “talking” motion with Doug’s jaw, all of his talking came from the translation matrix within his collar. State of the art and directly connected to his neural systems. Hubert would later find out that the collar could be taken off without any problem, only requiring a metal cap around the neural socket covered by the collar.

”Upon agreement of this AI program with leading Khanate scientists, the Khan is open for other deals you can put forward. I’m merely a message away from the embassy at all times!”

Doug raised his rear paw, showing an adjustable metal ring which glowed here and there. A small communications device sent to the nearest INFOWAR near-AI stations, a set of which would be given to Hubert for both study and placement around Directorate space and the embassy.

Hubert was thoroughly impressed with the Khanate’s scientific advancements. He was also easily won over by Doug’s loveable nature. “I’ll join this A.I. development program! There’s a few scientists I can think of that I could assign to this. I’ll make a few calls and give a formal answer to the Khanate in a few hours. First things first… I need to handle the Sol Scuffle. You can listen in if you want, but there’s going to be a lot of yelling...”

Hubert clicked a button on his gloves and quickly resumed questioning Timothy Candy about what’s happening in the Sol System. In the meantime, Katherine took Doug up and asked, “Would you like a tour of the place? I’m sure you do!” And so Doug became a permanent family member of the offices. Dick however, was rudely surprised since he was terribly allergic to canine dander.

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The Oxford dictionary, the premier leader for the obscure English language, states that the word ‘drug’ is defined as following: an illegal substance that some people smoke, inject, etc. for the physical and mental effects it has. Some take drugs by choice, to relax and unwind. Maybe some need an extra burst of energy to get through the day or are addicted to said substance. Others have no clue they even take drugs in the first place. This latter case applies to one Kalil Gharbi, currently hotblooded and all bothered, seeking a way to release energy. The effects of a drug the Bengals wanted to test out, for their amusement of course.

There were no physical symptoms, at least none so obvious to be seen by anyone but medical doctors, but the effects to the mind were profound. An increased blood flow, a greater activation of hormonal activity and general mood swings. The point of such a drug? The Bengals were unsure but did find it funny they were testing it out on their hostage heir.

And so here the merchant was, blood rushing, yelled at by a white man in a funny looking outfit. This मादरचोद. At any other time, Kalil would be reasonable and apologetic, as a merchant’s son should be. A businessman never raised his voice and never let his emotions get to him. It was simply bad for business.

A teenager starting to feel the effect of unexpected drugs however…

”You sisterfucker white man, you ran into the door!” Kalil exclaimed in Hindi, righting his slanted turban.

James fixed his tophat atop his head and stared at the man, it was one of the people he noted from earlier. He seemed just as upset as he was, he knew what he was saying, he has to. Language from a young age needed to be learned and needed to be fluent if the institute would use you in any capacity. However, his response would be to aggravate him more.

“Speak bloody English or Latin you tanned goat fucker! I can’t speak that garbage you call Hindi!”

Unlike the man before him he was unhindered by his chemicals. James’ plan was two fold. If the man were to engage in combat, it would be easy enough to slip a bit of the chemicals in his shirt into his nostrils. But if it never came to that and this ended up being a battle of wit, then James would concede, it was bothersome to waste spit on someone who wasn’t even his target.

On his part, Kalil got angrier. This bloody Englishman! There was just something about the English which put him and any good Indian in a fit. Maybe it was their garish version of tea or imperialist ambitions. He flexed his hands in a practised manner, pushing the wind flowing towards the Englishman in a wordless attempt to tell James to back off.

This only resulted in the silly top hat blowing off the Englishman’s head, making Kalil smirk. What a silly thing to wear on your head. ”Garbage? Funny thing to say for an Englishman with a language so stupid no one knows it beyond your tiny island.” He bit back in an Abya Yalan retort, glancing obviously to James’ bottoms. ”Is that a poor English excuse for trousers? So tight, it’s fortunate you do not have a big enough package to be outlined by those ridiculously cut seams.”

James didn’t flinch, instead he simply picked his hat back up, then turned to Kalil. “As usual only a barbarian would go so low as to use such a vulgar insult. Tell me, how is it that a man that clearly doesn’t belong here get here? Did you piggyback off of a well off Englishman. Perhaps that’s how you have such an unhealthy interest in what’s in another man’s trousers.”

He took a vial from his jacket as he turned, hiding it behind his tophat in the other hand. He stared Kalil down head to toe. He focused particularly on his pipe, “Aren’t you a few years too young to be smoking or are you a delinquent on top of being a savage?”

Kalil’s smirk only grew into a full blown smile, even as he simmered in silent rage. A drug addled mind he might have but he had his fair share of drugged experiences and he started to catch on to his untoward behaviour. Behind narrowed eyes, his mind raced with thoughts and emotions, the hormonal imbalance ringing alarm bells in his head.

This did not stop him from thinking this Englishman needed a little step down in the arrogance department however.

Kalil swirled the air around the two, pushing all of the wind flow towards James in a constant flow. He took a drag of his pipe, blowing accelerated vapour in the fool’s direction.

The merchant’s son noted his fingers twitching, blood rushing to his ears. What in the world was going on? Despite his inner confusion, he kept the wind flowing in an effortless show of wind dynamicism.

“I wouldn’t talk so tough if I were you, Englishman. For someone so old as you presume yourself to be, you seem to be lacking a little in stature.” Kalil raised his hand in a mocking manner, showcasing the clear difference in height between the two. ”And so what if I am interested in what is in another man’s trousers? Your mother seemed to show the same interest in what’s in mine. Seemed to enjoy it even.”

Unfortunately for Kalil, anything regarding his past family didn’t exactly affect him. “Why I didn’t know my mother. But it’s obvious that I didn’t need her to get where I am. If you know the whore… You can keep her. She would obviously suit a savage such as yourself.”

James then seemed to tire of this nonsense. He twirled his hat back onto his head revealing the small vial at the same time. The small cork that held the gas inside was freed from the top and with a snap of his fingers the chemical swirled around Kalil. “I tire of this nonsense. Have a whiff and cool your head.”

James had a chemical specifically made to relax the people around him. It was made to be particularly strong in order to help better make himself look friendly in front of people. He never thought he’d have to use it here. “We shall get nowhere with your head in such a state. Savage as you may be, you are here, as much as I hate to admit, but that means you were selected to be here.”

He then tossed him the vial with a label that reads, ’relaxant’. “... As a gentleman, I might as well be the bigger man and end this pointless argument here. Ironic because you are quite tall.” It seems, James had let off the gas a little, but it was also because the relaxant had also hit him. Kalil’s little wind display messed up James’ attempt to drug him. It usually doesn’t end up like this. But relaxed, doesn’t mean unfocused, there was still the person in front of him to deal with.

He held out a hand for a shake, “Let’s start fresh, despite our… Mishap. James Porter, and you?” now he spoke in Hindi, as a sign of respect.

In response, Kalil merely blinked his eyes in astonishment. Chemicals do unexpected things to the brain and when mixed, tend to accelerate in some direction unknown to the user. For someone who knew nothing about the chemicals entering his body, the poor Mughal was hit by a sudden sense of euphoria. The vial fell uselessly to the floor, shattering in a storm of glass. There was no reaction for within him, he found ᘉᓰᖇᐺᗩᘉᗩ.

Emotions rose and fell, some untouched parts of his body tingling in a way they never have before. Kalil felt both invigorated and depressed, energised but drained. It was a concert of waves and spinning colours. The world was lost to him as he rose, rose to heaven like the Prophet had claimed his people would. He felt like crying and laughing, it was a terrifying but beautiful moment of peace and chaos mixed into one. And just as it came, it left. Reformed into a razor sharp focus that Kalil had never felt before. It was as if the world became clearer, as if God had opened his eyes to enlightenment.

James had, inadvertently, combined the chemicals in Kalil’s body to make a new experience. ᘉᓰᖇᐺᗩᘉᗩ.

He gasped, coming out of his spiritual reverie. A long drag of his pipe later, he took the Englishman by the shoulders in a tight grip. ”Brother!” He exclaimed, voice modulated at a deeper, louder voice in a mere shaking motion. ”Join me in enlightenment!” He blew the vapour into James’ face, hoping to carry him to ᘉᓰᖇᐺᗩᘉᗩ.

James’ judgement was a little impaired, so instead of immediately moving back, he found himself accepting this shake down. Without thinking, he inhaled the vapours. Immediately the drug’s effects on his body began to take effect. The mixing of the drugs in his body became apparent. He nearly fell to his knees as he felt the strength in his legs leave him. He braced himself by the frame of the door next to them and put a hand to his chest.

“What the-? Did you- Drug me?” James began to feel everything Kalil could. A mixture of highs and lows, happiness and sadness, anger and calm all at the same time. It was intoxicating, but it wasn’t a good idea to stay in this condition. Additionally, James couldn’t use any of his cures for his own poisons - whatever the effects will be won’t be what’s intended.

He looked back at Kalil, “You were consuming drugs this entire time?” he strained to keep his mind straight; strained to keep his mind on the mission; strained to keep himself from doing something he’d regret. But he was losing himself slowly. Before he would lose himself entirely, perhaps this drug was worth studying. He fell to the ground and grabbed a piece of the shattered vial and cut open his palm to take a blood sample to try and isolate the chemical. With a flick of his finger he directed the flow of his own blood from his wound into an empty vial. Almost forgetting where he was and who he was in front of.

He then said, “I need to collect this for my studies… These… Chemicals… Might be useful…”

For his part, Kalil merely blinked away the weirdness of his temporary companion and waited for him to stop his extraction. Once done, the now exuberant Mughal picked the Englishman by the shoulders with a smile on his face. He slung his arm around him, like a comrade in arms would, marching forward while he began chatting excitedly in hard to catch Hindi.

”Well, I must say good sir that you are indeed a weird sort of sisterfucker. Perhaps we all are eh, given how we are all geniuses among geniuses. Ah but maybe I am a fake, I used to think Euclidian math was the truth until someone introduced me to non-Euclidian mathematics. How much of a young fool I was, obsessed with economics and numbers when I could not even see the world in any way beyond the perspective of an Egyptian of all things! Imagine that? Oh but on weirdness, there was this strange girl inside the ballroom right now who I think wants to get inside my turban, if you catch my drift, but I find myself attracted to the German sort if you catch what I’m throwing at you. Alas, my older yet most definitely virgin friend, I may have found the perfect match for your silly British sensitivities. I know from British foods that you hate spice but I may have found a spice so spicy that you might actually season your chicken! And by chicken, you should know that I mean- Ah! Here we are!”

For poor James, he would not be able to get a word in edgeways as once again, Kalil took a large drag of his pipe and blew it into the English man’s face. This was before kicking the massive hall doors open, potentially bruising his knee in the process. It seemed to be the end of a stunning dancing performance with a dark-skinned boy leaving the floor.

The now extroverted Mughal shouted towards the fake-orchestra. ”Oi contraptions! My new friend James would like his people’s best classic. RULE BRITANNIA!! And thus glory struck the room as the duo stepped on to the floor, Kalil beckoning all to come forth and join them in song.


Though his intentions were to escape, Urr'argh had spotted a familiar face in the crowd heading to the bridge. He growled, gripping his shorter slugthrower tighter as he tracked the Mandalorian in the crowd. His duty was to his people, to find them a way out of their plight and free their bonds. But his honour as a Ghorfa sang to him, ringing in between his ears. This was the being which saved him, gave him the chance to save his people. Through his debating, he had lost the surprisingly stealthy reptilian in the crowds and swore to himself. There could be no running away from this fight he instigated, he would have to join, on his honour. His speech seemed to have riled a dangerous mob of both the armed and the harmless, centered around the bar where he made his speech.

It would be good to start there.

Urr'argh shed his cloak, revealing his alien appearance with Tusken clothing and all. A longer rifle was slung on his shoulder, the gaderffii attached to his hip. He pushed past the barefaces in the crowd, including one blindfolded strange human calling out to the rest of them. The Ghorfa trilled and shrieked over the noise, raising his wooden lever-action once more.

"You brave wretches, let us take our hate to the enemy!" He roared, pulling and pushing beings towards the direction of the bridge. There was a brave, if sort of drunk, cheer among the crowd as they started moving as one. The Wanderer pushed through the masses yelling encouragement and insult alike, pointing at any weakling in the crowd who dared hesitate. The sheer amount of social pressure from the riled up mob pushed these weaklings to the front. Once most of the bar had emptied, he went straight to the bartender who started brandishing his own blaster.

The bartender scoffed, pointing his blaster at Urr'argh. "If you think yer gonna convince me of joining yer suicide mob, yer going to the wrong frakker."

Underneath his mask, Urr'argh sneered at the cowardice but outwardly, merely tossed him some of those credits that these civilised folk seemed to love so much. Pushing through the mad mass of sentients allowed him to pickpocket some for their money. The bartender just raised an eyebrow, lowering the old blaster in his hands.

"As many bottles of your strongest liquor as those credits allow, bareskin."
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As it turned out, Urr'argh was not the best with money he just stole and managed to get swindled by the bartender, only receiving two bottles. For his part, it was enough for his own plans. After following the greater masses, pushing himself to the front, the Tusken heard the distinct whine of those shiny blaster weapons. He pushed off one of the beings he had been shoulder to shoulder with, throwing himself to the nearby pillar as the blaster scythed through where he just was.

The Ghorfa would not know it but in his hands were two unlit Molotov cocktails. He hastily used his flint and steel to light the white cloth he stole off the bartender, glancing to the raiders far off at the end of the hallway. He timed his throw to the E-Web cooling down, the high-alcohol liquid bursting in flames as the glass shattered around it. Unfortunately, due to how far the Wanderer was from the raiders and how a stun grenade exploded very near him, the flammable cocktail exploded right before the raider position

The stunned raiders recovered and started firing at Urr'argh, causing him to duck behind the pillar cursing all the while. Due to biological differences, a Ghorfa simply did not have the throwing arm to throw it that far and his senses were shattered by the stun grenades. He growled and cursed his luck, glancing towards the human across from him on a closer pillar.

"Oi, human!" He yelled over his ringing ears, raising the cocktail in his hand so the blind being could see. "Throw this at them with it lit, you bareskin!" Urr'argh threw the unlit cocktail towards the yet-unnamed Jinaath, followed by the flint and steel. Unfortunately for him, the stun grenade did enough to the Tusken's eyesight that he did not see the blindfold until he threw the flint. His stomach dropped and he stared, ducking only when the raiders shot at his position once more.

He reached into his pouch, throwing sand in the air in frustration. "WHY IS A BLIND CRIPPLE IN THE MOB?!"
Hey @Sigma, is there a nation sheet for the Gaians out?
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The Khan's Liszt
The Meeting Place

The Hungarian Rhapsodies. A complex and beautiful set of piano pieces written by the brilliant Franz Liszt. Though the 2nd Rhapsody enjoys its time in the spotlight, all 19 were wonderful in their own right. Played by the descendant of the same mind and musical brilliance, it was a euphoric two-and-a-half hour experience. Franz Liszt VI was on a low stage in the same open space the Khanate used to parade, dark lighting and a silent crowd to set the scene. Around this humbly dressed chimp on center stage, were several dignitaries from around the Meeting Place but mainly, the Khanate ambassadorial staff.

One day, the simple performance of a particularly talented son of Mozart V, a mere clerk in the Khanate staff, was enjoyed by many. Henceforth, Herald Temujin II held twice-weekly performance showcasing the many different musical talents of the Khanate. Sometimes, the space was filled to the brim by people listening to their cultural heritage on display. Right now, despite the masterpiece playing and the genius playing it, it was quiet. It was not an insult to Liszt or his descendants, it was just the mere fact that such vivid performances had played twice every week since the Khanate had arrived.

Humans got bored of even the most beautiful things if exposed to it enough.

As of now, there were a few people of note and some not, along with the entire ambassadorial staff of the Khan. Recent events also impacted participation. It was written in the contracts they signed that each staff member, from janitor to ambassador, needed a certain amount of off time. To the eccentric Temujin II, he found these performances to be the perfect time.

It was here, in this dark space with a spotlight on the pianist center stage, two of the most important apes wined and dined, in one of the many elevated opera-style boxes on stilts. Uniquely primitive, wooden with steps but ornate and extravagant all the same, standing over the common seats below. Priestess Joan wiped her mouth with a white cloth having finished the 6th course of her meal. The ape across from her merely sighed, pouring another glass of Old Earth red wine to the brim of the wine glass with shaking hands.

"This one does not know much about alcohol, but this one believes you should avoid drinking this much so often Mr. Descartes."

The powdered-chimp, looking dignified yet worn, smiled after drinking half the glass. "That may be, madamoiselle, but we Freemen have always been on the alcoholic side. We love our drink almost as much as we do our democratic processes." He swirled the drink in his hand, staring at it with melancholy before downing the rest in one gulp. A dying man's actions, for sure.

Joan had grown up over her time as ambassador, seen the glass she tip-toed everyday. The stress wore on her, draining her dealing with all of these foreign ambassadors. Recent events only proved how precarious their, and the Khanate's, true position in this galaxy was. That meeting with those strange hybrid Mahre humans only edged away at her purist heart. Spirits bless the Conservationist's souls if they went through what they wanted, she thought, glancing down at the [APPROVED] stamp in her hands.



This last action at the end of this week only tore away at her soul, as she stared at the unfortunate young chimp before her. So young, so foolish. "This one is typically not allowed to make friendships but finds themself missing you already, Mr. Descartes."

"Ahh madame, you wound me so. I am young and free, I will not be dying any time soon." They neglected to talk about the black-clothed guards surrounding the both of them. In truth, the young Descartes had been caught in dealings with a certain rogue gene-slave, the descendant of an Italian dictator. Along with his facilitation of a Legion experiment into New Hollywood, the Khan merely lumped the blame for Freemen desertion in the E.S.M.G on top of all his crimes. The punishment? A fate worse than death.

There was silence as their last dishes were taken away, Descartes' glass filled to the brim by a robotic server. It was purplish and viscous, swirling in the glass with a deadly trepidation. "As a last meal, this one must admit there are worse things to choose from than a six-course meal by Murata Yoshihiro himself. Well, a descendant of his."

A laugh. Maybe one of his last? "I admit I took many a trip to Neo-Japan as a young child, aspiring to be one of their cool samurai. Instead, I merely adopted a love for Japanese food only to return to a place where European cuisine was king." Descartes smiled, reminiscing with eyes black and blue. "That's why I wanted to become President, you know? Because as a boy barely grasping his branches, I wished to mandate that Japanese food be served at every dining table." Another laugh, this one more melancholic than the last as it ended in a series of coughs.

She smiled, her eyes feeling moist at the edges. "This one hopes the spirits embrace you in your eventual final rest, Mr. Descartes."

He snorted, tapping a shattered finger to the purplish liquid. "I do not know much of the spirits, madame Orléans, but I do believe there is no rest for me just yet. Perhaps never. We must see where the coin lands tomorrow." A pause. "What do your spirits say about an ape such as I?"

She chewed on the question, pouring her own red wine with more delicacy and care. "This one believes that the spirits see all of us as sinners, as guilty as those who survived. Thus we must strive to be good, to relieve ourselves of our guilt. This one believes you have done good and bad in your life, Mr. Descartes, and that the spirits are glad they have more time in deciding your fate."

He nodded slowly, tapping on the table in time with the music below. There was a silence shared between the duo before it was broken once again by him. "What are we doing about those fellows trampling about in Sol? In all this business, I never got around to sending a response to those Xandalian folk."

Business as always, even to the last. Joan smiled, handing over two files to the chimpanzee across from her. It would be one of the things she would not be missing about him: his insistence on physical files for everything.





He smiled, nodding in appreciation. "Good work, as always madamoiselle. Hopefully that message to the intruders goes through, I see you tried to send it through all known frequencies. Most likely the message would arrive after action is taken. You were always better at this ambassadorial nonsense than I was. Perhaps my replacement will find you as good a company as I have." This time, Joan could not stop the tears fall from her face. He merely frowned, attempting to dab his ever-present handkerchief on her cheeks.

She waved his hands away, wiping the liquid into her fur instead. "Never mind that sir. This one is merely moved by this musical piece you have chosen. It would be good for you to know, before you go that is, that there has been a recent flower found in the garden here. Change is coming, Mr. Descartes, and this one is proud to have known an ape to have been part of the wheels which move history." The music continued in the background, never stopping. Truly, music could move emotions so. He smiled in response, happy at having shared one last moment with a friend.

A pistol harshly placed itself behind his head, cutting into the reverence of the moment. Descartes sighed, looking more aged than Joan had ever seen him.

He raised his glass. "To the next life, madame Joan Orléans."

She raised her own, a vintage red to his dark purple. "To the next life, Mr. Descartes."

They drank their glasses to empty. Slowly, one of them lowered themselves on the table into a gentle rest. As he was dragged away never to be seen again, she turned her misty gaze towards the beauty below.

"This was his favourite part." She muttered to no one, alone in the darkness, listening to Liszt long past the end of the performance.
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