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Luna's Concubine
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Exalted Essence: Return to Creation
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Earlier….
Alarms blare throughout the Mandate of Sol as the ship rocked from the raw intensity of the storm. The bridge crew is clearly frightened, but under the calm eye of their Captain, Kal Bax, they maintain control of their fear and struggle to keep the ship in one piece. The ship is in very real danger, no matter how calm Kal Bax is.
At the navigation station, the team of Aeron and Blossom are both glowing in their efforts to use every advantage at their disposal to keep control of the Mandate of Sol. Their hands move in a blur across the controls, moving fast to try and avoid the worst of the storm and just barely keeping control of the ship.
Likewise, down on Engineering, Solon is also focusing his Essence into his Charms to keep the engines from falling in providing power to the ship and her Wyld defense shields. Even a minor flicker of the shields would be a disaster as the Wyld would ravage both ship and crew. The Essence reactor is struggling, threatening to fail at any moment.
Baluhi is not at a work station, but he is not sitting on his laurels waiting for the end of the storm. The sound of tearing metal and an explosion followed by the screams of several crew call to him. Racing through the halls he comes to a veritable inferno with several crew struggling to put the flames out. There is a cut-off valve - just on the other side of the flames. Death for any mortal, but for the Chosen of Luna it is simply a barrier to overcome.
In another part of the ship, Noumi is fighting to get to a trapped crewman before he bleeds to death. A second explosion rips into two of the crew next to you, killing both instantly and causing some nasty cuts to you, but your Exalted nature saves you from even greater harm. Heedless of the danger, he runs the gauntlet of the hazardous room and gets to the injured man. Using his own body to shield the wounded, Noumi gets him to the waiting rescue crew where they are able to stabilize him for a rush transit to Medical.
The struggle for survival seems to go on for ages. The Gods alone know how long the storm lasted, but at the end of it, thanks to the hard efforts of the crew, you are alive.
With Medical filled beyond its capacity and the rest of the crew struggling to stay awake and keep the ship running, Kal calls for a meeting of the department heads and Exalts to go over the status of the ship. The briefing room reeks of smoke and sweat, but no one seems to care as Kal looks over at Karl Baxter, a member of the repair team that has the latest damage reports in hand.
Kal looks like he’s exhausted, but he’s still driving himself forward. “Casualty report first. How many did we lose?”
Karl replies, “Nine, and it would have been much worse if it weren’t for the heroic efforts of the Exalted onboard. One more is in critical condition and is touch and go, even with our best healing technology. Another twelve are bad enough that they are bed ridden, and at least thirty are walking wounded but can still perform their duties for now.”
Kal closes his eyes for a moment, then says, “I want the names of all the people we’ve lost. I will remember them.”
“Yes, sir. Right away.”
“Now, how bad is the ship?”
“I won’t mince words with you, Noble Exalt. We are in bad shape. Right now, the main reactor is off line and we are powering everything with batteries. I’ve cut back on all non-essential systems and have bought us some time, but in less than thirty six hours we will be out of power.”
“And the main reactor? How long for repairs?”
“If it weren’t for the Exalts we have here, I would say it was a total loss. But with the abilities of the Chosen onboard?” He shakes his head. “I just don’t know. It might be possible to restore some function of the engines, but I cannot say for certain. I have seen other miracles come from the hands of the Exalted before, so …… It may be possible.”
Kal lets out a sigh, and says to Karl, “Go get some sleep. At least a few hours. You are no good to anyone if you hurt yourself due to sleep deprivation. I will personally look over the engines, but I’m confident that I can get us all home.”
The words from the elder Solar seem to ripple through the room, offering a tangible goal for everyone to strive for. Tired smiles can be seen as a touch of hope is resorted. Karl nods, “As you command, Noble Exalt, so shall it be done.” He rises and stumbles out of the room on his way to a soft bunk for the next few hours.
After a few hours of time that Kal spends intent on the power systems, he asks the Exalts of the ship to join him. “My friends, I wish to apologize to you for the disaster that we’ve come across. I designed the Mandate of Sol to handle the worst of the Wyld, but that storm was unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. If it weren’t for your timely aid, the ship would have surely been lost. But we are hardly out of the woods yet.”
He rubs the bridge of his nose before continuing. “The good news is, I can keep the engines running on emergency power as repairs are being made. The bad news is that this will take several weeks of hard work on your part while I literally become a living battery for the ship. This wil first drain my Essence, then my heath. The longer it takes for the power to be restored, the sicker I will become until I die. It is a sacrifice I’m willing to make for the lives of all of you.”
Later …..
The Mandate of Sol is moving under her own power once more, but it is at a fraction of the speed she once could manage. Seated in the command throne, Kal is a weak and tired old man. His time powering the ship has drained him permanently of the strength he once used to have. If it were not for his sacrifice, all would be lost. Now all that keeps him alive of frequent trips to Medical for treatment in the regenerating tank.
He coughs a few times, then says, “Contact Meru through the I AM network. Inform them of our status and request assistance. We’ve been out of touch for a long time and I’m sure there are many that have started to worry. At least, I hope so.”
“Uh, sir? There is no response. In fact, I can’t contact the network at all. It’s like it’s just not there.”
Kal looks startled. “What? That’s not possible. Try again. Any station.”
“Yes, sir. Still no contact. The whole communication network is just . . . Gone.”
He frowns. He finally says, “Hold station here for now, and have the Chosen meet me in the conference room.”
Now…..
With some effort, Kal is able to make his way to the conference room where he is seated as he waits for everyone to arrive. Once everyone is here, he orders the doors sealed and the anti-eavesdropping field turned on. He doesn’t waste any time, saying, “Something is off in Creation, and I don’t know what it is. All our efforts to contact any beacon is going unanswered, a communications failure of epic proportions that shouldn’t be possible. I am hesitant to bring our damaged ship any closer to Creation before I know what it is we’re getting ourselves into. It may be nothing, and I’m simply being paranoid. But if I’m not wrong, who knows what we are in for. I am too sick to go, so I want you to take the skiff and scout ahead. If there is something amiss, ferret it out and contract us back here. I have full confidence in you, my friends. Gather your supplies for a bit of a chill; the outside temperature is currently a balmy minus forty after you account for wind chill.”
Rykon
Psychie
EbonChevalier
Eonivar
MasterDAF
Alarms blare throughout the Mandate of Sol as the ship rocked from the raw intensity of the storm. The bridge crew is clearly frightened, but under the calm eye of their Captain, Kal Bax, they maintain control of their fear and struggle to keep the ship in one piece. The ship is in very real danger, no matter how calm Kal Bax is.
At the navigation station, the team of Aeron and Blossom are both glowing in their efforts to use every advantage at their disposal to keep control of the Mandate of Sol. Their hands move in a blur across the controls, moving fast to try and avoid the worst of the storm and just barely keeping control of the ship.
Likewise, down on Engineering, Solon is also focusing his Essence into his Charms to keep the engines from falling in providing power to the ship and her Wyld defense shields. Even a minor flicker of the shields would be a disaster as the Wyld would ravage both ship and crew. The Essence reactor is struggling, threatening to fail at any moment.
Baluhi is not at a work station, but he is not sitting on his laurels waiting for the end of the storm. The sound of tearing metal and an explosion followed by the screams of several crew call to him. Racing through the halls he comes to a veritable inferno with several crew struggling to put the flames out. There is a cut-off valve - just on the other side of the flames. Death for any mortal, but for the Chosen of Luna it is simply a barrier to overcome.
In another part of the ship, Noumi is fighting to get to a trapped crewman before he bleeds to death. A second explosion rips into two of the crew next to you, killing both instantly and causing some nasty cuts to you, but your Exalted nature saves you from even greater harm. Heedless of the danger, he runs the gauntlet of the hazardous room and gets to the injured man. Using his own body to shield the wounded, Noumi gets him to the waiting rescue crew where they are able to stabilize him for a rush transit to Medical.
The struggle for survival seems to go on for ages. The Gods alone know how long the storm lasted, but at the end of it, thanks to the hard efforts of the crew, you are alive.
With Medical filled beyond its capacity and the rest of the crew struggling to stay awake and keep the ship running, Kal calls for a meeting of the department heads and Exalts to go over the status of the ship. The briefing room reeks of smoke and sweat, but no one seems to care as Kal looks over at Karl Baxter, a member of the repair team that has the latest damage reports in hand.
Kal looks like he’s exhausted, but he’s still driving himself forward. “Casualty report first. How many did we lose?”
Karl replies, “Nine, and it would have been much worse if it weren’t for the heroic efforts of the Exalted onboard. One more is in critical condition and is touch and go, even with our best healing technology. Another twelve are bad enough that they are bed ridden, and at least thirty are walking wounded but can still perform their duties for now.”
Kal closes his eyes for a moment, then says, “I want the names of all the people we’ve lost. I will remember them.”
“Yes, sir. Right away.”
“Now, how bad is the ship?”
“I won’t mince words with you, Noble Exalt. We are in bad shape. Right now, the main reactor is off line and we are powering everything with batteries. I’ve cut back on all non-essential systems and have bought us some time, but in less than thirty six hours we will be out of power.”
“And the main reactor? How long for repairs?”
“If it weren’t for the Exalts we have here, I would say it was a total loss. But with the abilities of the Chosen onboard?” He shakes his head. “I just don’t know. It might be possible to restore some function of the engines, but I cannot say for certain. I have seen other miracles come from the hands of the Exalted before, so …… It may be possible.”
Kal lets out a sigh, and says to Karl, “Go get some sleep. At least a few hours. You are no good to anyone if you hurt yourself due to sleep deprivation. I will personally look over the engines, but I’m confident that I can get us all home.”
The words from the elder Solar seem to ripple through the room, offering a tangible goal for everyone to strive for. Tired smiles can be seen as a touch of hope is resorted. Karl nods, “As you command, Noble Exalt, so shall it be done.” He rises and stumbles out of the room on his way to a soft bunk for the next few hours.
After a few hours of time that Kal spends intent on the power systems, he asks the Exalts of the ship to join him. “My friends, I wish to apologize to you for the disaster that we’ve come across. I designed the Mandate of Sol to handle the worst of the Wyld, but that storm was unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. If it weren’t for your timely aid, the ship would have surely been lost. But we are hardly out of the woods yet.”
He rubs the bridge of his nose before continuing. “The good news is, I can keep the engines running on emergency power as repairs are being made. The bad news is that this will take several weeks of hard work on your part while I literally become a living battery for the ship. This wil first drain my Essence, then my heath. The longer it takes for the power to be restored, the sicker I will become until I die. It is a sacrifice I’m willing to make for the lives of all of you.”
Later …..
The Mandate of Sol is moving under her own power once more, but it is at a fraction of the speed she once could manage. Seated in the command throne, Kal is a weak and tired old man. His time powering the ship has drained him permanently of the strength he once used to have. If it were not for his sacrifice, all would be lost. Now all that keeps him alive of frequent trips to Medical for treatment in the regenerating tank.
He coughs a few times, then says, “Contact Meru through the I AM network. Inform them of our status and request assistance. We’ve been out of touch for a long time and I’m sure there are many that have started to worry. At least, I hope so.”
“Uh, sir? There is no response. In fact, I can’t contact the network at all. It’s like it’s just not there.”
Kal looks startled. “What? That’s not possible. Try again. Any station.”
“Yes, sir. Still no contact. The whole communication network is just . . . Gone.”
He frowns. He finally says, “Hold station here for now, and have the Chosen meet me in the conference room.”
Now…..
With some effort, Kal is able to make his way to the conference room where he is seated as he waits for everyone to arrive. Once everyone is here, he orders the doors sealed and the anti-eavesdropping field turned on. He doesn’t waste any time, saying, “Something is off in Creation, and I don’t know what it is. All our efforts to contact any beacon is going unanswered, a communications failure of epic proportions that shouldn’t be possible. I am hesitant to bring our damaged ship any closer to Creation before I know what it is we’re getting ourselves into. It may be nothing, and I’m simply being paranoid. But if I’m not wrong, who knows what we are in for. I am too sick to go, so I want you to take the skiff and scout ahead. If there is something amiss, ferret it out and contract us back here. I have full confidence in you, my friends. Gather your supplies for a bit of a chill; the outside temperature is currently a balmy minus forty after you account for wind chill.”
Rykon
Psychie
EbonChevalier
Eonivar
MasterDAF
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EbonChevalier
Senior Member
Baluhi strode through the fires with slow confident steps as his body changed becoming more ursine. With his god like fortitude and paw like hands he batted down the fires before turning the cut off valve. The mortal crew barely had time to thank him before he ran off all fours to the next disaster. The following hours taxed even his legendary stamina by the time Kal called this meeting he’d just woken up from a nap and barely had time to dress.
His warning about something being amiss in creation left him on edge. This mission had stolen a lot of time he would have spent with his family. Putting on his moon silver armor and throwing a thick cloak over his shoulders he mused aloud to his fellow exalts. “Anyone have any theories as to what’s happening with communications?”
His warning about something being amiss in creation left him on edge. This mission had stolen a lot of time he would have spent with his family. Putting on his moon silver armor and throwing a thick cloak over his shoulders he mused aloud to his fellow exalts. “Anyone have any theories as to what’s happening with communications?”
Psychie
Princess Psychie
Blossom sits with her eyes closed, thinking. “Insufficient data to extrapolate a probable cause. It could be a simple systems failure of the network. Or, it could be as catastrophic as one of the Primordials being freed and causing wholesale slaughter and destruction. Obviously, the system failure is far more likely, and I was simply using the other as an example. We have to venture into Creation and establish contact with the locals. The question that now comes to my mind is, how. Do we present ourselves as members of the Deliberative that have been out of contact for the past decade? Or should we conceal our Exalted nature until more information is gathered?”
Eonivar
Looking for Hope and Inspiration
There was a loud creaking and the vibrations of a violent explosion...as one of the containment bays of the elementals that powered the ship cracked and exploded from within. The Solar exalted Solon stood resolute...and turned to look at the damage, he looked to one of his assistants..."Jess, increase the output from bays three and four and direct them to the starboard shields until I can summon a new elemental..."
Solon then turned and walked up to the cracked elemental holding tank...his rising sun caste mark shining brightly in the engineering bay giving hope to his team...
The tall dark garbed and dark haired Twilight Solar Engineer, Sorcerer, and Artificer Solon...who despite having rested still looked exhausted..."I have my team prepping the skiff to leave at this moment. Sir? Do you think it is wise to send all of us? We need to get the Mandate out of Wyld space and on the ground to make repairs so to relieve the strain on you. With all due respect sir, I do not want to see you age any more than you already have."
Solon then turned and walked up to the cracked elemental holding tank...his rising sun caste mark shining brightly in the engineering bay giving hope to his team...
The tall dark garbed and dark haired Twilight Solar Engineer, Sorcerer, and Artificer Solon...who despite having rested still looked exhausted..."I have my team prepping the skiff to leave at this moment. Sir? Do you think it is wise to send all of us? We need to get the Mandate out of Wyld space and on the ground to make repairs so to relieve the strain on you. With all due respect sir, I do not want to see you age any more than you already have."
Rykon
Five Thousand Club
Zenshi considers the challenges facing their crew, refraining from interrupting as the Celestials deliberate on their status. After a suitable pause, he offers a courteous bow before speaking to maintain decorum. "I'm no scholar, but aren't 'I AM' nodes supposed to be attuned to each other? Like a demesne or artifact? Perhaps ours got knocked out of attunement in the storm?" The terrestrial offers with a puzzled shrug. "I'm sure others are more qualified to weigh in, but that's the first thing that comes to mind. Perhaps we can test once we find an active node."
When the second question arises, he waits politely before offering further counsel to the Celestials present. "If we're feeling conflicted on how to present ourselves, we can do a bit of reconnaissance first if you'd prefer, and decide later. As for protection from the cold, worry not. I can handle that."
When the second question arises, he waits politely before offering further counsel to the Celestials present. "If we're feeling conflicted on how to present ourselves, we can do a bit of reconnaissance first if you'd prefer, and decide later. As for protection from the cold, worry not. I can handle that."
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MasterDAF
Senior Member
EARLIER
Aeron stared wistfully at the arrangement of fantastically shaped bottles standing resolute behind the bar. Brilliant colored liquors pooled within their crystal confines, an occasional ripple disturbing the still liquid each time the hull groaned or shuddered. A few projected hazy half-images or a soft glow to entice those curious for something unique, while others took a more demure approach and relied simply upon name recognition of the maker's sigil wrought into the bottle. Yet the one trait shared by all was their supernatural allure, beckoning tempted passersby to have a taste.
The bar had been somewhat forgotten during the chaos of recent events, a vestigial organ that served no purpose in the crew's tense battle for survival against the nameless terrors of the shapeless realm. The area was cordoned off after they had escaped the worst of it, and an additional temporary triage was established in the adjoining forward lounge. As the initial shock of their predicament wore off and the triage was eventually disassembled, however, some of the crew had begun to find their way back. They sought out their usual barseats to bask in the glow of the multicolored delights and drown out their newfound sorrows. A few such forlorn patrons could be found scattered here even now, though it was well past sleeping hours.
Aeron pushed his short glass back across the bar top in the direction of a spindly automata that looked to be constructed of silver jade. He blinked twice, then focused his gaze on the servitor. No, not all jade. Perhaps a poly-alloy of white jade and starmetal filigree, mixed with steel? The construct extended a thin limb ending in three soft articulated pads to sweep his dirtied glass into a tray. It repeated the motion multiple times before recognizing that the pads' grips were no longer fuctioning properly. The malfunctioning limb retreated within a cavity in its chestplate and was replaced with one that still worked effectively. Looks like you didn't get out unscathed either.
"One more for the road," Aeron called out to a moss-covered elemental tending bar after their gaze swept over him. Or, at least, he assumed they were an elemental. Some mortals had a peculiar habit of procreating with lesser supernatural entities, and their offspring often appeared to exhibit strange and surprising characteristics that blurred the lines between mortals and...something else. He had hoped to learn more about this gray area of supernatural heritage dilution as they traveled to the fringes of Creation and beyond. He would get more than he had ever bargained for.
"I think you've had enough," Zephyra gently prodded, pulling the Exalt from his spiraling thoughts and back to his tablemate. "There's only so much Meruvian peach wine in that cask you brought aboard. If you drain it all tonight, you'll have nothing left to celebrate with when we get out of this." He sighed and nodded in agreement, then cracked a thin smile. "And I suppose the Captain would be less than happy if I were to show up to his meeting three motes to the wind."
Zephyra was glad to hear a reminder of his humorous attitude again, even if only for a moment. It had been sorely lacking at a time when she could have used it most. She giggled at his joke, a smile slowly spreading at the corner of her glittering starlight eyes. A cool whispy breeze played out from her laughter, lightly shuffling the cutlery and glasses as it floated across the table. The hairs on Aeron's arms stood at attention in the momentary chill, and he rubbed the exposed skin with his palms.
"Haha, if you keep that up, I'm going -" Aeron was interrupted midsentence by the arrival of a member of the senior staff. "Sir?" Captain Bax's subordinate made his way quickly to Aeron's side, then leaned in and whispered that his presence was expected immediately due to urgent updates to be provided by Captain Bax.
The exigent stood up to follow, his humorous mood replaced once again by the more serious exterior most had become accustomed to after the incident. Before he stepped away, Aeron snatched up a glass of water. He drained the glass in a series of loud gulps, hoping to mitigate the alcohol currently swimming through his system. He nodded to his still-seated translucent friend. "I'll let you know what I've heard when I get back." Then he gestured to the officer with a wide sweeping motion. "After you."
CURRENTLY
Aeron waited patiently to hear his fellow crewmate's opinions as they addressed the shared predicament. He had been secured a position on this ship through the bargaining of his benefactor, Vanileth, rather than by dint of favor from the Incarnae. It had been a smooth and respectful trip up until their catastrophic incident, and he did not wish to risk any of that goodwill by being too direct. Instead he waited for a lull in conversation, then asked, "Is there any chance we could use the skiff as a repeater for our broadcast signal out to I AM? Once we take off and put some distance between us, it might provide an extention to our range. Assuming that is part of the problem, of course."
Aeron stared wistfully at the arrangement of fantastically shaped bottles standing resolute behind the bar. Brilliant colored liquors pooled within their crystal confines, an occasional ripple disturbing the still liquid each time the hull groaned or shuddered. A few projected hazy half-images or a soft glow to entice those curious for something unique, while others took a more demure approach and relied simply upon name recognition of the maker's sigil wrought into the bottle. Yet the one trait shared by all was their supernatural allure, beckoning tempted passersby to have a taste.
The bar had been somewhat forgotten during the chaos of recent events, a vestigial organ that served no purpose in the crew's tense battle for survival against the nameless terrors of the shapeless realm. The area was cordoned off after they had escaped the worst of it, and an additional temporary triage was established in the adjoining forward lounge. As the initial shock of their predicament wore off and the triage was eventually disassembled, however, some of the crew had begun to find their way back. They sought out their usual barseats to bask in the glow of the multicolored delights and drown out their newfound sorrows. A few such forlorn patrons could be found scattered here even now, though it was well past sleeping hours.
Aeron pushed his short glass back across the bar top in the direction of a spindly automata that looked to be constructed of silver jade. He blinked twice, then focused his gaze on the servitor. No, not all jade. Perhaps a poly-alloy of white jade and starmetal filigree, mixed with steel? The construct extended a thin limb ending in three soft articulated pads to sweep his dirtied glass into a tray. It repeated the motion multiple times before recognizing that the pads' grips were no longer fuctioning properly. The malfunctioning limb retreated within a cavity in its chestplate and was replaced with one that still worked effectively. Looks like you didn't get out unscathed either.
"One more for the road," Aeron called out to a moss-covered elemental tending bar after their gaze swept over him. Or, at least, he assumed they were an elemental. Some mortals had a peculiar habit of procreating with lesser supernatural entities, and their offspring often appeared to exhibit strange and surprising characteristics that blurred the lines between mortals and...something else. He had hoped to learn more about this gray area of supernatural heritage dilution as they traveled to the fringes of Creation and beyond. He would get more than he had ever bargained for.
"I think you've had enough," Zephyra gently prodded, pulling the Exalt from his spiraling thoughts and back to his tablemate. "There's only so much Meruvian peach wine in that cask you brought aboard. If you drain it all tonight, you'll have nothing left to celebrate with when we get out of this." He sighed and nodded in agreement, then cracked a thin smile. "And I suppose the Captain would be less than happy if I were to show up to his meeting three motes to the wind."
Zephyra was glad to hear a reminder of his humorous attitude again, even if only for a moment. It had been sorely lacking at a time when she could have used it most. She giggled at his joke, a smile slowly spreading at the corner of her glittering starlight eyes. A cool whispy breeze played out from her laughter, lightly shuffling the cutlery and glasses as it floated across the table. The hairs on Aeron's arms stood at attention in the momentary chill, and he rubbed the exposed skin with his palms.
"Haha, if you keep that up, I'm going -" Aeron was interrupted midsentence by the arrival of a member of the senior staff. "Sir?" Captain Bax's subordinate made his way quickly to Aeron's side, then leaned in and whispered that his presence was expected immediately due to urgent updates to be provided by Captain Bax.
The exigent stood up to follow, his humorous mood replaced once again by the more serious exterior most had become accustomed to after the incident. Before he stepped away, Aeron snatched up a glass of water. He drained the glass in a series of loud gulps, hoping to mitigate the alcohol currently swimming through his system. He nodded to his still-seated translucent friend. "I'll let you know what I've heard when I get back." Then he gestured to the officer with a wide sweeping motion. "After you."
CURRENTLY
Aeron waited patiently to hear his fellow crewmate's opinions as they addressed the shared predicament. He had been secured a position on this ship through the bargaining of his benefactor, Vanileth, rather than by dint of favor from the Incarnae. It had been a smooth and respectful trip up until their catastrophic incident, and he did not wish to risk any of that goodwill by being too direct. Instead he waited for a lull in conversation, then asked, "Is there any chance we could use the skiff as a repeater for our broadcast signal out to I AM? Once we take off and put some distance between us, it might provide an extention to our range. Assuming that is part of the problem, of course."
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Kal gives a tired smile to his fellow Solar. “I am fine for the time being. I don’t believe that there will be a need for me to place myself inside the power core again, so it should be fine for you and our fellow Exalted to leave the Mandate of Sol. The current shielding on the ship is sufficient to protect the crew here in the Bordermarches. Before I rush taking the ship into Creation, I want to make sure what it is we are flying into. I trust all of you with my life, and this trial has shown that you can all work together well. Go forth and see what the status is out there.”
EbonChevalier
Senior Member
Baluhi nodded and thought for a bit.“I say we go for the latter. Mortals tend to be a bit shy around us when they know who we are. When we disembark we she hide our natures as long as possible.”
