Big Dicc Marty
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- Nov 3, 2021
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"This... NDC? They willingly gave up this information? On good faith?"
Fellen grinned with pride. Outside of that pesky Senti, the assignment was terribly easy.
"Yes. The Berserkers have granted us their pieces. Our puzzle is complete. The Metallurgists will strike soon. Are there any other questions?" Fellen stood Infront of her kin, this council that was stunned. The Collective had fought the Senti for so long, always just managing to repel their piracy. Their beam cutters and armor overpowered Drhuvian developments in ways that flipped an industry.
"Where is the Gem?" One asked, almost worried.
"Rotting. In bondage. The NDC is her jailor." She knew no shame. She did a favor for the Berserkers, ridding them of that pest.
"And the king?"
"Animus does not have a voice. She was jailed for her own actions. He remains beside this."
Silence took the council chamber, just another moment for Fellen to straighten her uniform and be that much more imbued with a job well done. "In any case, Katamura is no more. The king will see to it. His own forces are aiding the strike. The metal thorn will be from our sides."
Many were reserved. The tail of Alloy's work and excellence had swayed them. Perhaps she had been manipulating them into comfort; disguising herself as a Drhuv. It was better she was gone. No more confusion, no other worries, no frustration. "Well done."
The councilman stood and made himself known, his famined face looking upon the protegè with shared pride. "You have done well, Fellen. I am glad for your progress. You may leave at your choice. Enjoy some rest. Do ensure a follow-up with the EPI. Isomeria knows the possible disease you brought with you."
"Yes, sir." Fellen took a bow, using it to hide a fanged grin she had withheld. It was business, not pleasure, but gods was it great to see that brat be tossed into a wall and sent away. See her struggle. It was all Senti were good for.
She lifted herself and corrected her posture, nodding to the council before turning about and leaving the chambers.
Fellen grinned with pride. Outside of that pesky Senti, the assignment was terribly easy.
"Yes. The Berserkers have granted us their pieces. Our puzzle is complete. The Metallurgists will strike soon. Are there any other questions?" Fellen stood Infront of her kin, this council that was stunned. The Collective had fought the Senti for so long, always just managing to repel their piracy. Their beam cutters and armor overpowered Drhuvian developments in ways that flipped an industry.
"Where is the Gem?" One asked, almost worried.
"Rotting. In bondage. The NDC is her jailor." She knew no shame. She did a favor for the Berserkers, ridding them of that pest.
"And the king?"
"Animus does not have a voice. She was jailed for her own actions. He remains beside this."
Silence took the council chamber, just another moment for Fellen to straighten her uniform and be that much more imbued with a job well done. "In any case, Katamura is no more. The king will see to it. His own forces are aiding the strike. The metal thorn will be from our sides."
Many were reserved. The tail of Alloy's work and excellence had swayed them. Perhaps she had been manipulating them into comfort; disguising herself as a Drhuv. It was better she was gone. No more confusion, no other worries, no frustration. "Well done."
The councilman stood and made himself known, his famined face looking upon the protegè with shared pride. "You have done well, Fellen. I am glad for your progress. You may leave at your choice. Enjoy some rest. Do ensure a follow-up with the EPI. Isomeria knows the possible disease you brought with you."
"Yes, sir." Fellen took a bow, using it to hide a fanged grin she had withheld. It was business, not pleasure, but gods was it great to see that brat be tossed into a wall and sent away. See her struggle. It was all Senti were good for.
She lifted herself and corrected her posture, nodding to the council before turning about and leaving the chambers.