Web of the Clans

[The Clans]

Clunk...pssch...shwooo. An ethereal wind-like noise punctured the silence of outer space, made stranger by the actual existence of noise in the vacuum. There were a flash of many colours, and three circular objects appeared. More noise, the objects began to speak, in a disconnected way,

[Clan-Scout 1463-G6T. Instructions follow,
1)Scout out worlds for possible invasion,
2)Survey world,
3)Return to point of origin, C'Yona,
Priority over-ride,
Forming Plane-Jump Gate.]

The three scouts aligned themselves into a rough triangle, there was another flash, and what seemed to be lightning jumped from each of the probes. The probes began to rotate, faster and faster. Between them more lightning coursed. There was a great tearing sound, and a triangular hole hung between the probes. Inside was a miasma of colours, that slowly settled to show a cloud-like nebula. Inside the nebula, growing larger by the second, was a spaceship.

It looked like some kind of jagged scribble, made of sharp lines, with what at first seemed like limbs jutting out at various angles. There was yet another flash of many colours, and the ship had left the nebula. The scouts broked their formation and docked with the ship. The ship flew straight towards the Dojo.

After a few very short minutes, the strange ship now hung in orbit, above the Dojo. Aboard, Clan-Soldiers; Officers and many other various people scurried around. There was a 'thunk' and two circular pods detached themselves from the ship, falling fast towards the Dojo.

The two pods crashed, with great noise, into the forests of the Wilds. They rolled towards each other, and merged, like droplets of water, forming a larger sphere. Inside Clan-General 31, chosen to lead the, somewhat small, invasion force casualy strolled down a long corridor, leading to the bay, where his troops were assembled. The great Clan-High-Priests had not seen fit to send anything larger than a expedition-invasion force. It consisted only of two squads, each with 20 soldiers, led by four priests, three Mechans, and the Generals elite squad, of 10 soldiers, to protect him and the pod-base. The people of this world had not been seen as dangerous, they fought between themselves, and would no doubt fail to deliver a united front. And if, by some miracle, they did, then at least more about the defensive forces of this world would be learnt, for future invasions.

As he entered the bay, General 31 was greeted by the almost silence of the soldiers, deep in prayer. The general could hear them whispering in unison,
"We cannot live on our victories, for we must forever spread the truth of Y'han.
We cannot die a needless death, for every death is blessed in his service." The general placed both his hands over his helmet-piece in prayer,

~Blessed be Him, blessed by the almighty Clans.~ As the soldiers finished praying, they looked up at the general, and huge cheers erupted,

"Glory to the Clans! Glory to the Clans! Glory to the Clans!" the Clans' war cry filled every space of the room. General 31 raised his hands, and the soldiers quietened down,

"Clan-Soldiers! Clan-Priests! Faithful Mechans of Takornog VI! Today we shall cover ourselves in glory in His name!" more cheers, "Today we shall conquer this insignicant planet, and add another world to the might Clans! I shall not give you a sermon, remember your training, and kill in his name!" There was a rumble of noise, like thunder, as the soldiers beat their guns against their hard armour, the bay-doors were opened, and the two squads marched out, led by the priests, and flanked by the great arachnid Mechans. One group started towards Dojopolis, and Psychotopia, while the other strode deeper into the Wilds, ready to eradicate any opponents.

[Intyalle]

((Hmm... low on characters. I need to make some more. For now, though...
APs! I choose you! ))
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~~Tel'Erusva~~
I was wandering through the woods when I heard something behind me. I spun around. "Who's there?" I asked in four voices at the same time as Melanaur, Varia and Intyalle all split off at the possible threat. Varia quickly shifted to a panther, a cat that I do love very much and is very good when a cheetah's speed will do very little. Melanaur had a firebal out and ready, lighting the slight gloom of the deep forest.

[Coolpikaaa]

"Something hit the wilds,Sir."

Coolpikaaa looked up from the panel on his chair.
"What was that?"

"Something from space just landed in the wilds, also, there are two unidentified crafts in orbit."

"Open a channel, I want to know more about these guys."Coolpikaaa said sitting up in his chair.It was going to be a long day.

-coolpikaaa

[Abidusray]

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was coming from his right. He was sure of that.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Maybe if I leave it alone it'll shut up, he thought, shutting his eyes tighter and rolling over.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

There was a muffled groan, and a thick claw emerged from the black lump, groping around on the table nearby. The claw clumsily moved over the table, finally coming to a rest on a black box with four red numbers on it. It paused for a moment, then abruptly transformed into a fist.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The fist smashed the top of the box several times, striking the occasional button. Then it withdrew, back into the lump, which had not moved.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Thresher roared and sat straight up, grabbing his alarm clock and holding it to his ear.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He sighed. It wasn't coming from his alarm. It was coming from his ship. He yawned, rubbing his eyes, and stood up, plodding his way towards the door. As he walked by a console on the wall, he swatted at it, and the beeping ceased.

When he entered the bridge, the large display was on, covered in maps and trajectories. A map of the Dojo was overlaid with a red circle, with dashed lines running out of it, towards the two cities and the wilds. "What is this?" he asked stupidly.

"An unidentified object landed in the woods approximately thirteen hours ago," the computer replied. "Several small objects left the object and headed in the directions indicated."

Thresher sat down in the only piece of furniture in the bridge: a large chair in the center. "Let's go there," he said, leaning back. "Set destination to " -- he eyed the display -- "Crash Point Alpha." His ship chirped in reply, followed by the low rumbling of the engines turning on. Today was looking to be an interesting day.

[Intyalle]

((Here we go, new charrie. ))
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~~Aisha~~
Aisha spotted her target and walked past, lifting their purse as she bumped them.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" shouted the grumpy man, looking around wildly but failing to see her as she had already slipped further into the crowd. Aisha grinned to herself within the disguising folds of her cloak. He'll be a bit more than grumpy when he finds out what I did, she thought. But nor would he be able to do anything about it.
"Shadowdancer!" a voice hissed by her ear, almost making Aisha jump. She needed to keep a closer eye on her surroundings.
"What is it, Zane?"
"Erica has reported a disturbance approaching from the nearby forest."
"An armed disturbance, I take it?"
"Yes, Shadowdancer. I would not intrude upon your hunting for anything else."
Aisha paused for a moment, then directed them to an alleyway and handed him the purse. "Take it back to the treasury and deal with it. I will see what has happened."
with that she took off towards the edge of town.

[Cirrial]

From high above the Plains, high above the Wilds, presences watched from afar. Elevated in the sky, yet invisible to those without the truth that their perch even existed. The Tower floats, indifferently, as one figure on the roof watches with a profound lack of apathy.

Naine stares at the falling pods. Since his last appearance, he looks almost more of a wreck than before. The cyan, teal and blue shades of the exobody have been replaced with a uniform grey, with several gouges and dents in the armour. Goldie is completely absent, left behind for reasons undivulged.

"Hey, those things look threatening! And they're invading!" He whirrs around to the door back to the lower levels of the Tower and presses a small grey bored face.

~Attention all Party members. As I am sure you are maybe aware, regardless of how much you care or not, our major aim, our prime directive, our one true path, per se, is to stay alive.~

~This sometimes means actually getting off our collective behinds and doing something. Everyone who can be bothered, investigate this attack. Everyone who can't, do it anyway. That's a direct order... I think. Eh, I can't be bothered to finish this mental tannoy.~

Naine backs away and takes a running jump off the flat top of the pentagonal-prism Tower, engaging booster jets to guide him further towards the initial landing site...

[The Clans]

Clan-General 31 leant back in his huaganae leather chair, specially imported by him for this specific invasion. Before him the various panels of the main communications array flashed and bleeped. Pressing a long combination of buttons, dials, and levers, he began his broadcast,

"People of the Dojo. I am Clan-General 31 of the Mighty Clans! You are ordered to surrender, or be forefully placed into submission! Or eradicated! Those that surrender will find ample rewards in out service. You cannot resist, our soldiers have already descended, and more shall come until you are either all captured or destroyed! Spare yourselves a hard time as a slave! Spare yourselves a painful death! Surrender, and be treated with the respect you deserve!" pressing another combination he placed the broadcast on repeat. With some of the more obstinate people this was a useless tactic, but there was always at least one ready to betray for their own survival.

As he checked the status of the two squads, one of the pod-base guards silently entered,

"Clan-General 31. Sir. The controllers have found several things you may want to check." this said, the soldier walked out,

~And without a salute. I must have him eviscerated later.~ the Ieclan told himself. The general got up, and followed the soldier, thinking hard, this was his first invasion, as a commander, if he failed the Clan-High-Priests would have his chitin for their pupils to write with.

The main survey array of the base was a large-ish, domed room. Machines, all beeping, lined the side, and a large chair stood in the centre, with a kind of helmet attached, which allowed the surveyor to see better. At General 31's entrance, the controllers and guards stood up and saluted him, much as the previous guard should have done. He raised his hand, signalling them to reseat themselves,

"What is it you've found?" he asked the main controller, the controller, a particularly ugly (in the general's opinion) Ieclan, gave a few coughs,

"Well sir, we've observed the skies and noted that one of the planet's moon is possibly terraformed, and hosts life, and there also appears to be a space station floating." the general sighed and snapped at the nervous Ieclan,

"Well don't tell me that! Get permission for a boarding squad to be sent from the main ship to attempt to take the space station, and get another squad sent to this moon!" the flustered controller nodded with a great many of 'sorry sir's, and began to walk, almost jog, to the communications array. Growling ever so slightly, the general stalked away, this invasion had set his nerves on end.

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The squad that had gone deeper into the Wilds now stopped, as the Clan-Priest in charge put up his hand in warning. He had spotted a slight orange glow, possibly fire, from a short distance away, a cry, possibly many cries of 'Who there?' were heard. The Priest listened hard, judging from the cries, there could be no more than 5 or 6. He nodded to the soldiers and whispered,

"Five Clan-Soldiers and a Mechan, investigate the source of the noise and glow ahead." Immediately 5 soldiers and the only Mechan present stepped forward, cocked their guns and strode through the undergrowth towards the origin of the glow. Staying concealed behind bushes they saw them, three people, one of which held some kind of fireball, and a feline, the highest soldier, Clan-Soldier 241 signalled to the others to surround them. Silently, without a word, they done as told. After they had all checked their planar guns, Soldier 241, still hidden, cried out to the people and their cat,

"This is Clan-Soldier 241 of the Almighty Clans! We have you surrounded! Our firearms are aimed at you! Surrender, we may find use for your knowledge of this world, and it would save you alot of pain and misery. Refuse and we shall exterminate you! I repeat: we have you surrounded! Our firearms are aimed at you!" Guns pointed at the people, the soldiers waited for their response.

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The first squad, that had moved towards the two main, and perhaps only, towns, Dojopolis and Psychotopia, also stopped. They were standing roughly 80 foot away from Dojopolis. Clan-Priest 48, in charge of this squad, stood forward and switched on his loudspeaker, his voice boomed across the city, reverberating against the buildings,

"People of this city! We, the powerful Clans, give you one chance to surrender! Those that surrender will be given a place in our armies, where you excell the most, be it electronics or fighting, or shall even perhaps become paid servants of priests! Refuse, and we shall eradicate and enslave you all! No mercy! We give you five minutes to think, leave the city and come to us if you wish to surrender! Or prepare to feel pain!"

Satisified, the priest turned the loudspeaker off and waited to catch sight of anyone.

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Up in the vastness of space, hanging in orbit over the Dojo, the angular Clan spaceship sent two more of it landing pods. This time, rather than fall down to the surface, the pods activated their primitive, but effective, engines. One propulsed itself towards the Norn Gardens, while the other flew towards the CSS, both containing a squad of 10 soldiers and a Mechan, both ready to invade.

[Abidusray]

It was easy to find the impact site. There were apparently people down there -- and they were screaming about it. Something about enslavement, and if we surrender we'll be treated with the respect we deserve. There's a disconnect, Thresher thought, entirely unfazed by the events unfolding below him.

Thresher left the bridge for the docking bay. His runabout was there, primed and ready for flight. It was sunken into the floor so that the seat was level with it, to provide for easy access. He stepped into the cockpit, strapping himself into the seat and starting the launch procedures.

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He touched down about 100 feet away from the dome that had been erected. A flock of birds flew out of the trees, the whining hum of the engine startling them. He shut down the runabout and got out, the leaves crinkling as he landed on them. Quietly -- or as quietly as he could: he would wince with every snap of a twig and crunch of stones -- he approached the outskirts of the dome.

[Coolpikaaa]

"No response sir..."

Coolpikaaa looked over to the crewman.This was not the best of situations,for all he knew this could be another alien invasion...

"They are sending a ship towards us captain!"

"Try to communicate with them again and prepare the sheilds, we may be in for a rough ride."

-coolpikaaa

[rosebarks]

A girl with blonde hair and bluey-green eyes heard the announcement being given. "Give up..Yeah, like that's gonna happen." She scoffed as she looked around she had her usual weapons ready to grab as she watched the people around her.

This female was not about to stand idly by while a group of people threatened to take over this planet, or world for that matter. She would fight. She would be one of those to stand against the soliders, but not in a direct way. This girl's name was Lily Ares KanKaren, or Poison Ivy, depending on what you wanted to call her.

Lily started to walk towards the place that she heard the broadcast from as she whistled calmly, watching the area. "Today is bound to be a nice day." She said not seeming to be the least bit scared of these people who thought to enslave the people of this land.

[Swix]

Up on the terraformed fifth moon, there's a small communal home constructed through the mutual cooperation of two of the three species, yet it seems out of place somehow. Many of the other Creatures that live here are at the almost sentient stage, whilst the ones that lived here had reached true sentience a long time ago. It's not just the oddness of Creature construction though, there's also what appears to be an abandoned, extremely old Shee Ark orbiting directly above their position. It's not entirely powerless however, as there is a direct feed between it and the communal home, designed to activate whenever something strange appeared on its scanners. This is what was happening right now, and on the surface of the moon, inside the home there's a constant and annoting beeping sound.

"BROCK NEED WAKE UP NOW"

The Dusky Grendel known as Grarg yelled in frustration at the unresponsive ex-Borg, currently fast asleep regenerating in his alcove. Grarg had been doing her best to ignore the beeping, but they'd been going on for a long time and had since increased. The poor reptilian had no idea what to do, she had never had much luck with machines, and it was Brock after all who had made the console and connected it with the Ark.

She certainly wasn't going to pound on the alcove, as she'd probably break it, and tapping on the buttons randomly always seemed like a bad idea with anything. So Grarg had been stood directly in front of the oddly coloured Norn, alternating between yelling and having to calm herself down before she started over again. Right now, the black creature rubbed her purple hair with a clawed hand, dismayed.

"How Grarg supposed to tell Brock when Brock in coma" She muttered to herself, vaguely hoping that this would somehow get her the answers she wanted. It didn't work though, she had no flashes of insight and nothing changed, and that beeping wouldn't shut up.

"Grarg want machine off" she said a little louder, as no-one was in the room with her, so thus immediately became alarmed when she heard a voice. She soon recognised it though, it was the computer voice that always spoke before and after Brock had finished his regeneration.

"Warning! Regeneration cycle incomplete. Shutdown of alcove is inadvisable for the next two hours and eleven minutes" The emotionless, monotone machine voice informed her, making the Grendel scratch her head and frown. All this time and she'd had no idea all you had to do was talk to it.

"But it emergency!" the Grendel said, feeling a bit weird standing talking to a partially Borg-ed wall.

"Acknowledged. Emergency shutdown in progress" the monotone voice said again, but this time the clamps holding Brock into place released and the ex-Borgs brown eyes opened just in time for him to see the floor rush up to meet him, along with a scaly arm to support him so the floor did not meet.

"Emergency shutdown complete" the monotone voice said as Grarg helped her groggy friend stand. Whilst she looked pretty much your average Dusky, apart from the tattoo across her chest, Brock was certainly nothing of the sort. His colouring would make your eyes water if you looked at him too long. Most of his body was your standard purple ChiChi Norn, but the rest was a lot different. Both his legs and his right arm were fluorescent orange with tiger stripes, whilst his left arm and the top right half of his face were completely covered in white fur. Underneath the white were Borg parts, Brock had once been a fully assimilated Collective member and he still bore the marks and technology beneath the fur.

He blinked groggily, until what the computer had said hit him and shocked him awake.

"You turned my alcove off?" he said to Grarg, so alarmed he managed to stand on his own power.

"Grarg sorry, Grarg bad with machines. Grarg want wake Brock up, Brock not wake up, Grarg do only thing she could. Woman said Brock have two hours left" she paused there, allowing what she'd said to sink in, before continuing "Panel keep beeping, Grarg not know what to do. Beeping get worse, Grarg not like. Grarg feel something bad coming"

"Okay then Grarg, I'm sure it's nothing though. You're gonna help me get the power back on afterwards though, you should have asked it to stop the cycle not shut down. It's not supposed to shut down"

"Grarg sorry again. Grarg not know"

They talked briefly as the oddly coloured ex-Borg made his way over to the panel, the Grendel following behind. To her relief Brocks examinations of whatever was happening stopped the infuriating beeping.

"It looks there's a large ship out there, but I don't recognise it. There are two smaller craft heading here and to the Space Station as well" Brock said, frowning slightly "According to this, it appeared a while ago and sent down a much larger ship to the planets surface. But it hasn't responded to any communications with the CSS. How long has this been going on for?"

"Grarg try to wake Brock for half an hour" the Dusky replied, though not nastily "What we do about small ship?"

"I can't communicate with it from down here, and the Arks systems are running low on power right now. We'll have to go and see what they want when they land"

[Intyalle]

((And their cat? You have little respect for the wild felines, don't you? BTW - No more than 5 or 6? I feel sorry for THAT Preist, her seriously underestimated. ))
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~~Tel'Erusva~~
"Only five?" Melanaur scoffed. "This should be easy."
at the new threat, I split into every single one of my personalities barring Mist, who was currently staying with the Power Apathy Party. Not that she would have done much good anyway.
Minerva wandered off pretty quickly, no threat to anyone, but the other two usually on-threatening personalties suddenly became quite hostile. SFNut had pulled a PPG and a phaser and was shooting at the five while Insanity tried to eat them.
Melanaur quickly started trying to light them on fire while Noldokuruni seemed to have grasped successful offensive magic - she cast protective spells on them, which pretty much all blew up in their faces. Eldalie was rapidly firing arrows, while somehow Agarwala had gotten her hands on a machine gun, quickly discarding her normal axe with a gleeful smile. Kathcantavaria leapt on the closest person while Intyalle stood by with ressurection spells at the ready... and a crossbow, lord only knows where she found it.
There seemed to be a serious shortage of targets, but neverthe less I joined in the fray. You didn't do several years of Ninjitsu without learning a thing or two about seriously disabling someone's fighting capabilities.

--Meanwhile, at the Somewhat Bland Tower That Floats...--

Mist may not care about very much, but she knew how to do what she was told if she could keep her mind on the task long enough. In this case, though, she didn't have to move a muscle to investigate the attack, as our mind-link that grows from being part and the whole of the same person was still well in place. Quickly I filled her in on the situation and she went to go tell anyone who would listen.

~~Aisha~~
"5 minutes, eh?" Aisha muttered to herself. "Erica!" she called.
"Yes Shadowdancer?" asked the girl, small and lithe much like herself, another tight-spaces thief. Her skin had a faint blue glow to it and her hair was a blue-tinged blonde. I didn't know what her heritage was, such things were never asked.
"Call the others," Aisha asked, then paused. "Even Earcutter."
Erica whistled appreciation. "You sure?" she asked. "At least, you had better be, or he'll have your ear for his collection."
Aisha shooed her and the girl left, returning well within the five allocated mintues with the other 18 members of the Shadow Clan.
"What is it?" asked the man in front sharply. He looked to be quite average, but Earcutter had quite a temper at times. Anyone who displeased him lost and ear as a warning. the next time they did so, they lost the other ear, too - with the head still attatched.
Aisha jerked a finger at the forces outside the city. "Surely you heard. They were not exactly quiet in their declaration."
Earcutter gave a quick, sharp nod and suddenly the group was bristling with small knives, short swords and small projectile weapons, rwady to fight to defend their turf even if it meant fighting with the city for once.

[The Clans]

"Sir! The sensors have picked up something nearby!" cried one of the many controllers in the survey array. Clan-General 31 silently pointed to two nearby guards. They left.

A door opened on the side of the dome, and the two guards, Clan-Soldier 198 and 203 strode out, Soldier 198 stood back as 203 moved towards whatever the sensors had picked up...a man, with an obviously prosthetic elbow. Signalling to 198 to stay back and cover him if needed, Soldier 203 cocked his weapon and strode towards Thresher,

"You there! Explain your purpose here, and surrender while you're at it! Or prepare for a particularly painful death!"

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Clan-Lieutenant 122, chosen to lead the invasion of the CSS, smiled as the space station tried to communicate with the pod-ship, though, by normal Clan war instructions, he should be announcing their soon-to-be enslavement or destruction, he had something better in mind. Finally he took up the microphone, setting it on 'disconnected',

"This is ship 4632 of the Antato Confederacy. Our main ship is out of order, we were attacked by a fleet of space-pirates and require help! I repeat: we require help! Please allow us to dock on your space station for repairs! I repeat: please allow us to dock on your space station for repairs!" he sat back, whatever was listening should have heard that broken up, jargled, as though their broadcaster was malfunctioning.

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SFNUt's blasts caught one of the soldiers, knocking him down. His armour had protected him, but it was damaged now, and barely any use. Clan-Soldier 241 sighed,

~Fools...~ he snarled, and took aim at Insanity, who'd knocked another soldier down and was either trying to lick him or eat him by the looks of it, smiling slightly he fired, and the air shimmered as planar energy shot towards the hungry enemy.

Eldalie's first few arrows impacted harmlessly on the tough Clan armour, but as the armour weakened through continuous kinetic impact, one went through, snapping on the chitin beneath, but driving several splinters into the Ieclan soldier.

Agarwala's machine gun fire had punctured another soldier's armour, and gone straight through the chitin, the soldier fell down, and bright green blood began to gush out. Meanwhile, another soldier, aiming his gun, fired it at the machine-wielding person, before drawing a long mace-like weapon and preparing to fight Tel'Erusva with it.

The Mechan fired a quick shot of its planar blaster as Kathcantavaria came towards it, before discarding the weapon and unsheathing it's natural knife-like claws, it screeched out its war cry, before launching itself at her, claws slashing before it,

"Kiiiiii!"

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The pod-ship that carried the Norn Garden invasion force fell with a mighty impact, in a forest. A door opened, and the 10 soldiers marched out, led by Clan-Lieutenant 103. The Mechan followed giving tiny screeches that could've be laughter, laughing at what it knew would be a day full of easy kills in the name of Tagai'Tan Y'han. The lieutenant turned to them,

"According to the images taken by the sensors during our descent, there is a village, or something similar, somewhere in that direction," he said, vaguely pointing towards a clump of trees, the lieutenant glared at them, "Well? What are you waiting for? Let us go." The soldiers nodded and began marching towards the pointed location, guns cocked and ready.

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The Dojopolis force waited, so far the only people that had surrendered were terrified civilians, of no use to anyone, not even the factories. Clan-Priest 48 had them decapitated by the two Mechans. If this town wouldn't surrender then pity would have no place in the proceedings. Drawing his long staff-blaster, he swung it once before him, and pointed to the Mechans,

"Scout out the nearby area, make sure there are no traps or ambushes." the arachnid aliens gave a quiet screech and moved down towards Dojopolis, blasters ready and claws already unsheathed.

[Cirrial]

Naine, a grey flicker in the sky, cuts his thrusters and freefalls down towards Dojopolis.

[ Naine, heads up, we're right over them! I think. Well, we're over something. ]

The exobody plummets, thrusters easing on to make landing a lot less painful than it would be otherwise.

It falls and falls and lands, somewhat carefully, on something that makes muffled protests. "Get off me! Help! Alien war machine on my back! Someone! Anyone!"

Naine gingerly guides the exobody off. He'd landed at an extremely bizzare angle... the Dojopolian citizen he'd barely avoided crushing had managed to contort his body around Naine's shoulder and legs.

A crackle of a sine wave precedes a short burst of speech. "Do not fear, citizen. The Power Apathy Party rarely acts with such haste. Or any haste. Regardless, I am here to stop the alien menace. You can have the joy of being a carefree apathetic citizen under a somewhat light-heared Party regime later."

The human blinks a few times. "...Good luck saving us?"

Naine lifts a gausser cannon to the tip of the torso of the exobody. "No problem. It's what I do."

He looks over to the two rapidly approaching Mechans. "Why does it always have to be spider robots?!" He follows them both with each gausser cannon.

[ Targets locked. Ready to fire. Just give the word. ]

[Intyalle]

((Your amour protects against super-heated plasma? Wow. 'Cause that's what a PPG fires.))
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~~Tel'Erusva~~
I gritted my teeth as a faint sense of Varia's pain reached me, but Intyalle couldn't heal. However, she soon had Agarwala - who had taken the shot straight to the head and died mercifully fast - back up again with a quick resurrection spell. Insanity too had fallen, and was just being raised again now.
Just then, I saw the mace-weilding enemy. Oh s***... I though. We don't do maces... Okay, calm down, it's not really that long, just remember your hanbo exercises. Oh, and don't forget not to touch the end...

~~Aisha~~
"Why are they not attacking?" Earcutter snapped. "Erica, investigate."
The group waited for a moment or two untill Erica came back. "They're scouting out the area," she said. "I almost got caught."

~~Neera~~
Neera heard the sounds of fighting and went to investigate. Looking upon the scene before her, it was obvious who had attacked who.
How dare they attack those with so much less force than themselves! Though admittedly, the defenders seemed to be doing well just through sheer numbers. The odd thing was, though, that each of them - apart from the panther in their midst - was exactly identical to the very last detail, even more so than most identical twins. Almost as if they were the same person.
Neera decided to give them a hand. Her eyes flashing vibrant green, she called upon the plants and dirt to try and lock the attacker's legs in place.