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As Hermit caught the object. She felt an almost immediate sense of nausea wash over her. The Augur quickly put the thing on the table and half turned from it. Looking at Tuesday she shuddered visibly. The feeling from the device was almost akin to how she'd felt when the Augurs had been deployed...

“Baguette lover?!” Hermit whipped her head up from helping Tower. She looked over to the girl and murmured, “I’ve created a monster.” Flexing her fingers, she made a solemn vow. “I swear I will destroy that damn fedora.” With a scoff, she tossed her hair over a shoulder, eyes narrowed at...

Hermit just walked up to Tower. One hand reaching for one of the other Augur's. While the other hand cupped Tower's cheek. Looking into her eyes behind the sunglasses. Taking Tower's attention from the table littered with linguistic data about the alien's language. "There you are." She murmured...

Hermit had moved on, taking a blank sheet of paper the Augur was steadily folding and crimping, folding, and stretching it idly. Not looking at it while pacing back and forth along the folding tables’ length staring at the tagged and bagged effects inside. Hermit didn’t touch any of it. Just...

Hermit corrected that error in Judgement's remark. She leaned over and began whispering to him. Describing the people they'd met in the Hangar to him. She then waved a hand in front of Judge's face, looking at Magician as if to reinforce Judgement's point. But even so, Tower's earlier question...

The Augur only tilted her head at Astarte's question, she did not reply, but took a few steps toward Trooper Katherine. "Sir?" Hermit's accent was thick (French), she'd come from one of the coastal regions of the old homeworld. They'd been among the first to come under assault by the other...

Hermit had rested the entire trip to Khandar, resting near Tower. The swirling emotional turmoil of the last month sapping her energy. Her eyes had been closed, getting as near to what an Augur considered sleep as possible. The humidity wasn't an issue, the instinctual drive of her physiology...

Hermit's grip on Judgement's hand tightened at the sight of the Golem's facial masks. Then the sudden pervading sense of fear kicked in. Rooting her to the spot. Black's words, Kay's confusion almost all of it fell on deaf ears. Why was she feeling this way, the question raced around in her head...

Lyudmilla's question fell away. It died on deaf ears. This very intimidating creature locked eyes with her. She could not quite define the sensations now spilling into her mind. It had frozen her in place so much so she did not even blink. All the Liquidator would get in answer was the...

Hermit just listened to La'Gran's explanation. Her mentions of a Griffin. Still, she would not look directly at her. At that emotional void in human-form. "You never really approach us to begin with, Fool." she muttered. Loud enough for the older Augur to hear. But as Judgement got to his feet...

Hermit wanted to groan at Judgement for his final remark. Not because it wasn't true. But he'd deviated from an admittedly unwritten and rehearsed script. She kept her face turned toward his tank. Yet she could still 'see' everyone. To an extent. Not to Kay's level of clairvoyance, that, she...

"Isto é trabalho para quatro pessoas! Se queres que vá mais rápido, trás o teu cu para aqui!" The chief shouted down at Laura, shaking what looked like some sort of fancy hi-tech socket wrench at her. He'd made sure to swipe one of the gloves he'd donned earlier along the length of the arm...

Sherry looked on wide-eyed before seeing the Liquidator turn the light on her weapon. And the sudden hum of it firing. As if she'd be scolded by someone younger than her! It was an affront. Even if the Volgan woman was simply doing her job it chafed. "If you think this is the worst of the...

Hermit hadn't moved from her position. Nor changed her posture. She was the picture of a young woman in mourning. Depressed. Helpless. One of the first things she'd learned was to keep herself emotionally locked away. Barrier upon barrier. Lock upon lock—wards within wards and shields. You may...

Hermit listened in silence, having huffed at Judge's destroying her creation. But the message was received. She eyed Tower seating herself closeby. Hugging her knees, chin propped on an arm encircling them. The very picture of someone bored or distressed. But, she placed a hand on Tower's...

Laura soon got her answer in the form of bright, scorching flame and the silhouette of what both Lyudmila and Sherry inadvertently ran into. Erishkigal hosted an entire biosphere almost completely alien to their old homeworld. Scientists had worked feverishly since first setting foot in the dark...

"You heard her," Grimes barked looking to his team who went about doing their checks as the Liquidator went about her own. Of course, he'd politely thanked the good Doctor for the tips. He was telling them to get their masks ready. The crew chief pressed a finger to his ear. The man's head...

"It happens, Magi," Hermit began her voice thin and nearly without substance. She'd seated herself on the floor in Judgement's room. Crosslegged, the female Augur was fiddling with a piece of paper she'd brought with her. Her emotions as usual were barely there but enough shone through to leave...

Thankfully the change in light masked Grimes' blood draining from his face but he answered with a curt: "Ma'am." in response and a nod. "I much prefer the sands, ayn vahida." Sherry answered in turn, "The sun would warm them only to cool to below freezing at night." She sighed wistfully. With a...

The Griffin rumbled ever so slightly as the VTOL Transport hit a patch of rough wind. The craft's turbine engines thrummed as the eight people sat in relative silence. Situated in the Griffin's passenger compartment. Such as it was, it wasn't comfortable. But the tallest or near enough of the...