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Areas / Re: The District of Columbia
« on: December 20, 2020, 08:19:55 PM »
Galatea
While her sensors were not so inelegant they would let out an audible whine, the warnings and distortions in the nearby energy fields were as clear as the blaring of an alarm. Different enemy factors closing in, this sudden appearance of another figure, attempting to approximate and reorient her sensors to classify these new forces. It could be said that the information that the automaton was sorting far exceed the level of detail and multitasking humans could hope to achieve.
So Galatea did not stay surprised. No, she merely complied with her creator's orders and opened her eyes. They were filled with a deep red color with black pupils at the center. They shifted back and forth, looking around without any coordination, almost as if they were straining to pry themselves out of her head and enter the world.
[Knightmare released. Destructive energy rising. Covering other signatures.]
It was uncomfortable in its warmth, in the taste of blood that filled the mouth, in the oily wrongness that clung to the skin. A corruption flowed from the machine like a fountain, and in its intensity it muddled senses beyond sight like a mist of gore. It was swallowing up the atmospheric mana, drinking the natural energy that pulsed through the earth, gnawing its way through the various powers that saturated the Nexus to make more of itself. It twisted and swelled like a cancer, the foliage twisting in on itself as it mutated into vivid purples and reds. Even the air thrummed with its power, like the static before the lightning strike. Yet it was all restless, all potential even in its malice, and still largely localized to where the mechanical being stood.
And Galatea smiled. Then she bowed her head towards the figure, rigid and mechanistic. "We had not understood your plans for this district yet. I apologize on behalf of the Creator. It would be against his priorities to anger a high-value ally. We leave this resource as compensation for our violation. If you desire an act for the onlookers, we will feign a tactical retreat." Then her eyes shut, and the font of power was suddenly cut short.
With an arm she lashed out and lifted her master, holding him with care but only a single hand. Her other hand clutched her scythe tightly as the remaining Terrotechs within the clearing began to emit a high pitch, irritating whine. A discordant, near migraine-inducing shriek that seemed more to irritate and disorient than legitimately harm anyone. Then the ground exploded.
The furious dash backwards that Galatea made sent the duo hurtling into the cover of the trees, and without obstruction their escape would be a simple certainty.
While her sensors were not so inelegant they would let out an audible whine, the warnings and distortions in the nearby energy fields were as clear as the blaring of an alarm. Different enemy factors closing in, this sudden appearance of another figure, attempting to approximate and reorient her sensors to classify these new forces. It could be said that the information that the automaton was sorting far exceed the level of detail and multitasking humans could hope to achieve.
So Galatea did not stay surprised. No, she merely complied with her creator's orders and opened her eyes. They were filled with a deep red color with black pupils at the center. They shifted back and forth, looking around without any coordination, almost as if they were straining to pry themselves out of her head and enter the world.
[Knightmare released. Destructive energy rising. Covering other signatures.]
It was uncomfortable in its warmth, in the taste of blood that filled the mouth, in the oily wrongness that clung to the skin. A corruption flowed from the machine like a fountain, and in its intensity it muddled senses beyond sight like a mist of gore. It was swallowing up the atmospheric mana, drinking the natural energy that pulsed through the earth, gnawing its way through the various powers that saturated the Nexus to make more of itself. It twisted and swelled like a cancer, the foliage twisting in on itself as it mutated into vivid purples and reds. Even the air thrummed with its power, like the static before the lightning strike. Yet it was all restless, all potential even in its malice, and still largely localized to where the mechanical being stood.
And Galatea smiled. Then she bowed her head towards the figure, rigid and mechanistic. "We had not understood your plans for this district yet. I apologize on behalf of the Creator. It would be against his priorities to anger a high-value ally. We leave this resource as compensation for our violation. If you desire an act for the onlookers, we will feign a tactical retreat." Then her eyes shut, and the font of power was suddenly cut short.
With an arm she lashed out and lifted her master, holding him with care but only a single hand. Her other hand clutched her scythe tightly as the remaining Terrotechs within the clearing began to emit a high pitch, irritating whine. A discordant, near migraine-inducing shriek that seemed more to irritate and disorient than legitimately harm anyone. Then the ground exploded.
The furious dash backwards that Galatea made sent the duo hurtling into the cover of the trees, and without obstruction their escape would be a simple certainty.