The old gods had likely seen just about everything happen at least three tis.
Sohow, I get the feeling stealing a godsdamned Feather was brand new to everyone anyhow.
The upper team here were already packed and ready to go. Rather, they had mostly been packed by the ti Wrath ferried up past the whirlpool. Of the entire expedition, what remained were seven. Icestride pri and his subordinate Loraii, two knights from House Stormsweeper, Ankah and her two minions. They were prepared for a hard fight, and it had been one.
At the start.
The Shadowsongs and Icestrides held the center chamber, while the two Stormsweepers went out chasing the drakes. They ca back flush with trophies and from there on the machine offensive ground to a halt. Caves were collapsed, mines detonated, traps triggered, until the machines were forced down one death funnel with a group of unkillable relic knights on the other end.
When trying to kill the knights didnt work for the machine army, they tried scaling the walls and jumping down into the center chamber from the top floor. But so long as the clan knights stayed together, no amount of Screars seed enough to overwhelm them. Rotations, redeploynts, and mobility kept the away team alive and in charge. Icestride already had plenty of experience running circles around machines back when they didnt have the winterblossom technique, occult fractals, nor the sheer number of relic armor.
And then Avalis died, and the machines up here decided to throw out the snow and close airlock. Or Avalis himself had recalled them, seeing no reason to waste resources now that hed failed. Regardless, the machines took one big step back and went sulking deeper into the tunnel, regrouping.
Thats how Wrath found the expedition team. Preparing for the next wave, and taking the opportunity to load up the hover sleds for any hasty exit. When they saw Wrath fly up, they all knew it was over for good. Now they had a Feather on top of their current odds. And she could fly.
Not great for the enemy side when half the temple had lost ceilings.
Wrath then went on to ferry the rest of us up, one at a ti. Up until she brought Father along. But by then, Kidra and I had explained the whole thing to the group, so they werent surprised at the Feather that had previously been harassing them in tunnels and stealing their knightbreakers. Nervous, but that quickly went away the mont Fathers voice ca through.
Tenisent had been a lifelong pillar to their group in life, the relic knight people turned to when they sought to improve their blade skills. Having him back in action in the real world instead of just a specter floating around in the digital one was extrely welco to the group. And I think they also took an extra bit of vindictive joy in knowing the knightbreaker pickpocket had his own shell pickpocketed. Play around in the snow for too long, and youll lose a thumb. And hand. And apparently an entire body, though thats way past what the idiom was supposed to warn about.
Wed have gone ho earlier too, but there was still one more mber left. Wrath flew down into the whirlpool to extract him from the lower strata, a lone relic knight from house Arcbound. Small house. Great knight whod earned a reputation for a few crushing victories against slavers.
As for what he was doing down by the mite forge, thats a little more complicated. The rest of the dead clan knights had been originally transferred over to Tenisents pendant, where he helped them settle in. Then, Captain Sagriuss accident needed hands on triage. When his armor was falling off into the depths, the disembodied souls and Father all ca to a snap agreent.
Theyd stay behind on the armors spare soul fractals, while he remained in the pendant - which was promptly launched my way as a last second pass.
That turned out to save my life a few dozen tis over, but Sagrius had vanished under that whirlpool and we couldnt find any trace of him on the other side. Wrath went looking for him too, only finding broken catwalks, lasered in half. Avalis had had ti to try and kill the knight while preparing for , and if he hadnt succeeded, hed certainly made sure he wouldnt be around.
The skyscrapers went down deep. Real deep. Most of them werent even anchored on a ground surface, their bases were floating in midair by mite scrapshit. As the strata widened further under, the area beca a maze. If I were the captain, being attacked by a small army of drakes and screars trying to surround and eliminate , Id have dove into the snow. Killed my chasers, thrown off the trail, and gone deep into hiding. Which also ant wed have just as little a chance to find him as the enemy had.
As for the possibility that the drakes and Avalis had managed to kill Sagrius, Wrath and I were mostly convinced that wasnt the case.
He had six veteran knights all there with him, an armor filled with fractals, and running Fathers combat engram. Not to ntion we had video footage of him tanking ToSefits beams with ease, due to whatever happened to his soul. Captain Sagrius may be the most dangerous thing walking around in the lower strata right now. And the clan didnt exactly migrate every year either, wed be on the map for decades to co.
As Icestride concluded: Hed co to us. All we needed to do was wait.
Hed made the call to focus on what we had to work with instead, and go back to the surface. We couldnt afford to stay here for long, no telling what Avalis was planning.
But we could afford one last bit of help from the mite forge.
And so back to Fang Arcbound. Hed been one of the knights cut up by ToSefits initial ambush. In the confusion, the knights had only been able to recover one of the two that died. Arcbound had been left behind in no-mans land, a soul trapped inside his armor.
He didnt panic, simply biding his ti instead. Checking the bounds of his abilities, testing what he could and couldnt do, conversing with the armor on his options.
Wrath flew over and yanked his armor up and back to the group. From there, we discussed ways to bring him back into the world. Wed debated having a spare soul fractal tapping into the armors systems, letting him influence it like Father had with Witnerscar Pri. But the armor was just as likely to run into hardlocks that would treat the intrusion as a virus. Arcbound had his own suggestion - cut him free from the armor itself, and have the forge construct a new relic armor for him like it had with Father.
It was a good suggestion. Problem was that now the mites had gotten stingy.
Id been left alone with it for the past half hour while all of this was being done, having been the near last mber to be ferried up. And I hadnt spent that half hour tweedling thumbs. Id asked the forge for basically everything I could think of, from occult books, gear, items, money, and down the list onwards.
My original paynt for the quantum cube was still technically pending as Id yet to fulfill my side of that bargain, and probably wouldnt for a small lifeti. So asking for more might have been seen as a little greedy on my part. Or at least that was my theory. They were now asking for ridiculous things. Not ridiculous in that it was asking for to indenture my soul for the next thousand years. I an outright made up nonsense.
Fine. How about so kind of long range weapon that can shoot so kind of undodgeable homing lighting that lts everything it touches? I had asked.
>Offer: Electromagnetic Pulse Laser-guided Plasma Channel. (Infantry prototype version. Modification by United Earth Machine Defense Force) (Quantity: 1)
>Paynt Required: 10 Argon Crystals of AGS 0
What in the white wastes were argon crystals? And whats AGS 0 even an in this contex? No idea, and the forge didnt want to answer.
How about a book on occult fractals?
>Offer: Acausal Forces Examined, Third Edition. (Pirated copy) (Quantity: 1)
>Paynt Required: 451 Denarius
I nearly scrubbed my hair in frustration, except the helt was in the way. Anyone know what a Denarius is? So kind of gem? Journey?
Cathida crackled over my comms. Not a clue about that deary. mory banks only got the basics, and whatever Journey saw along the way. Denarius never showed up in that ti.
I had asked the mite forge a few dozen more requests, trying to finagle sothing out of it. Anywhere from asking materials it listed for other requests, to asking it for maps or locations of said resources. Sotis it gave cyclical answers. If I wanted to have it create a woven basket of nanofibers then it wanted a third era flatscreen television, complete with a bunch of serial numbers too because any general television screen wasnt good enough. And to make a flatscreen television, it wanted a basket of nanofibers. At that point, I was mostly certain it was having a good ol 'giggle at my expense.
And it wasnt as the factor the mites were picking on.
When Arcbound requested for a new armor, it similarly gave him the runaround. Which left us stuck a bit. Mite forge didnt want to cooperate, no new relic armor for the wandering spirit to take over.
Until we realized we did have one armor that didnt have any spirit already inhabiting it. The ruins of the armor Father used to fight against Avalis. It had done its job, and been built specifically with no existing artificial soul. So thats what we rolled with, leaving the mite forge behind.
Wrath brought the empty armor back with us, past the whirlpool where she laid it down, fixing parts of it using the gathered power cells and materials. Had those in spades, given the destruction the temple team had caused. If only the mite forge had wanted a few dozen of these, life would be great.
While the operation on Arcbounds new armor was in progress, Icestride and kidra were deep in discussion on the best way forward with Fathers new shell.
Well need to do sothing about your appearance, Tenisent. Icestride noted, forced to look up to et Fathers gaze. Or simply keep your actual identity under wraps, and be officially recognized as a new mber brought in by Kidra.
Kind of hard to hide the giant walking around. Or the girl with wings. Assuming they can fix the vampire tone skin and white hair. Red eyes only made that entire problem worse.
The girl was able to modify parts of herself to blend in with humans. I can do the sa. He answered back, voice still adjusting. "It will be handled." Fathers command over the stolen Feather shell was improving by the minute, now he focused purely on the polish. Facial emotions, sound, combat algorithms, controlling godsdamned nano swarms inside letting him create anything he wanted, and all that good stuff I wasnt envious about in the slightest.
In this case, it was Wraths turn to be smug about sothing. Shed learned from Father originally, and now shes in charge of teaching him how to Feather. The tech stuff was harder on him, but everything that involved moving the shell was near perfect already.
Ive completed repairs on the soul fractal. Wrath reported, standing up from the limp armor before her. Systems within seem to be functional, only dormant. We can attempt the transfer over. As I understand, human souls don't need a dium in order to travel from fractal to fractal?
Icestride gave a quick nod to both Wrath and Lorri, whod been holding onto Acrbounds cut off soul fractal. Small thing in her hands, about as big as all the other armor scraps wed recovered. She approached the hollow armor, knelt down next to Wrath and drew her hand near the chestplate.
The suit remained motionless for a mont, before twitching and rising up like a comatose patient waking back to life, so I assu the transfer worked out. A hand flexed testing balance. Voice crackled. Movent works. Voice too. He said, fully standing back up in the feral Winterscar armor. Reckon Ill have to do sothing with all this red. My House won't be happy to be involved in that shitstorm happening in the north end of the clan.
Father turned to the knight. Keep the armor, Arcbound. Your House will have need of it far more than mine.
He laughed at that. I reckon you do happen to have a clans worth of armors already, along with a warlock of your own. And now two Feathers to the tally. Atius will have a migraine. Clan lords were supposed to keep the balance from spiraling out of control like this over years. He pretends to die for a few weeks and all the freeze lts.
Politics will be dealt with inevitably. Father said, eyes panning over to us. If not by myself, then by soone more suited for the role.
Unfortunately, theres very little we can do to realign the clan. Kidra said, taking the cue, pointing at Wrath and Father.
"That's the understatent of century." One of the Stormsweepers chuckled. "Appeasing the Houses is going to be a full ti job. I both envy and don't envy you lot. The baths are going to be utter chaos, that's for sure. Going to need to avoid those when Winterscars are around."
We may be best served by claiming these two as Deathless passing by." Kidra said, quickly thinking through possible solutions. "It would explain Wraths wings at the very least. Their speed and strength in combat will inevitably be discovered as well by the greater whole.
Why stop at only that, Winterscar? Ankah said from her post. Claim these new Deathless have powers that grant speed and dexterity unto others. After all, you were sent to Capranor to return with help. Its well within bounds of running into Deathless that were friendly to our pleas.
That was a pretty good idea. With two Deathless running around, all the elite knights could make use of the Winterblossom technique and claim it was a supporting occult spell cast by the two newcors. Them staying at the Winterscar compounds could be further explained with Kidra having been the one to recruit them for the clan.
House Shadowsong is okay with giving us Winterscars a free cell like that? I asked, a little surprised she'd just toss us a solid like that.
Ankah scoffed. Of course not. However, I am no dimwit. Needs must as needs go, the clans well being goes above all.
Icestride nodded. We can discuss the possible thods and options weve got on the path ho. With Arcbound back up and moving, we have no further reason to remain here. He looked up, past the ceiling of the temple. Further off to the surface.
Its ti we return.
Next chapter - Hiding the tracks
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