Part I:
Decima watched Elhirut leave over her shoulder, mindful of his retreating shot, her thoughts... Uncertain, but that stare was anything but benevolent. The Meyven seemed blissfully unaware - or, perhaps he was simply uncertain how to respond to such malice, and had blocked it out to focus on more important matters.
"Fight little humans, fight." She said under her breath, seemingly to herself.
Feeling movement, she glanced down at her wrist. Something snaked down, out of her garbs - a pair of probing, cable-tipped tendrils, as a single, golden eye on a stalk peered out at her from its hiding place. Decima had to hand it to Mama - she almost preferred Nona like this, miserable failure that she was... At least now, she thought, you can be useful. Closing her hand, the probing limbs retreated, and she stepped back, making her way into the interior of the ship. With all this confusion, and all the attention being directed outside, after all...
There was no better time to act. A thin smile spread across her face, as she stepped into a disused hallway, the din of the hangar beginning to fall behind her.
"Soon, you'll understand full well just how mortal you really are."
Meanwhile, outside the Vessel, an errant monstrosity burst into flames with the arrival of the Zeydram, steam pouring from its barrel as it whipped its head left and right, trying to take in everything at once. The situation around the vessel had devolved into a complete fracas, with turret fire and Liege Geios units hacking away at the beasts as they crashed into the hull of the ship, claws sinking into its armor plates, seeking to tear it piece from piece.
Still, they were making progress at least. Now, it fell to him and Elhirut to ensure none of the creatures fell upon their sleeping comrades - the entire future of their race, of the Circle... Was on their shoulders. How mindful the Meyven was of this was uncertain, but his zeal at least was palatable as the Zeydram cannonballed forward into the throng of gnawing maws and grasping claws with a roar, battering the monstrosities back and forth, eviscerating everything that came within his grasp.
Only a little more...
Just a little bit further...!
Decima watched Elhirut leave over her shoulder, mindful of his retreating shot, her thoughts... Uncertain, but that stare was anything but benevolent. The Meyven seemed blissfully unaware - or, perhaps he was simply uncertain how to respond to such malice, and had blocked it out to focus on more important matters.
"Fight little humans, fight." She said under her breath, seemingly to herself.
Feeling movement, she glanced down at her wrist. Something snaked down, out of her garbs - a pair of probing, cable-tipped tendrils, as a single, golden eye on a stalk peered out at her from its hiding place. Decima had to hand it to Mama - she almost preferred Nona like this, miserable failure that she was... At least now, she thought, you can be useful. Closing her hand, the probing limbs retreated, and she stepped back, making her way into the interior of the ship. With all this confusion, and all the attention being directed outside, after all...
There was no better time to act. A thin smile spread across her face, as she stepped into a disused hallway, the din of the hangar beginning to fall behind her.
"Soon, you'll understand full well just how mortal you really are."
Meanwhile, outside the Vessel, an errant monstrosity burst into flames with the arrival of the Zeydram, steam pouring from its barrel as it whipped its head left and right, trying to take in everything at once. The situation around the vessel had devolved into a complete fracas, with turret fire and Liege Geios units hacking away at the beasts as they crashed into the hull of the ship, claws sinking into its armor plates, seeking to tear it piece from piece.
Still, they were making progress at least. Now, it fell to him and Elhirut to ensure none of the creatures fell upon their sleeping comrades - the entire future of their race, of the Circle... Was on their shoulders. How mindful the Meyven was of this was uncertain, but his zeal at least was palatable as the Zeydram cannonballed forward into the throng of gnawing maws and grasping claws with a roar, battering the monstrosities back and forth, eviscerating everything that came within his grasp.
Only a little more...
Just a little bit further...!