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*Prophet looks at Eldax.* Prophet: So... now what?
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*Prophet follows easily, keeping up with the vehicle in great, bounding strides.* OOC: By the way, his name is just Prophet.
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Prophet: I can run beside the vehicle.
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Prophet: First, they don't worship me. They call me Prophet because it's the closest thing. Second, their culture was so much of a meltimg pot, it didn't really matter what contamination it is. Thirdly, they can be a threat if they wish, do not underestimate them, it leads to downfall. Finally, thank the Creators, I will…
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*Kisses her slowly.* Well... let's try and make it last this time, hmm?
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*Smiles.* ... Maybe twice isn't enough...
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*Prophet tilts his head.* Prophet: What would happen if I didn't?
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Okay... now you're trying very hard to get some more, aren't you? *Raises an eyebrow at her... and then starts rubbing her hand.*
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Oh no, twice is good for now, thank you. *Smiles at her, and then moves some hair out of her face.*
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Prophet: They do not concern themselves with the outside world, much. They are very introverted, working to better themselves and their technology rather than worry about the slightly aggressive others. As a consequence, they put their defenses on auto.
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*Rolls his eyes.* You're very touchy-feely recently.
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*Looks over at his wife again and smiles.* God, do I love you...
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Prophet: My people are hostile because the Muslims that follow the day cycle cast them out from their society long ago, and declared a century long Jihad on them. They do what they must to protect themselves.
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Prophet: I was the only Warmind left in this Cache. I was left awake and sentient for all years, taking only brief periods of hibernation. When the Cache was discovered by the Settlers, one passed the test I had set up to prove worth. I allowed them access and they have since flourished underneath the ground. *He tilts his…
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Prophet: Librarian of the Cache. The last Cache the Creators made, in which they stored most of their history and knowledge for the later generations. I serve as the sentient Warmind that would deign which people to grant that knowledge upon.
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Prophet: I am Warmind Unit 1573957930576930. Also known as Prophet, to these people. I was created by the Creators and stored in the Cache on this planet to serve as a... librarian, of sorts.
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*The turrets soon encounter more of the same metal.... but the door opens, and the Man, the Prophet walks out.* The Prophet: Well... if it isn't my wayward brethren.
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*The doors are neigh on impenetrable, even to the Warmind tech. It is obvious that whoever built it was keen to keep people out.*
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*The destruction of the scavengers sends out a signal, alerting the people of the Underground Cities. They contact the person who helped them decode the language of the Progenitors... the Man from before.* Arctician Leader: Prophet, please! You must return! Someone has attacked and destroyed the Scavengers, we fear they…
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OOC: Okay. Station *The console explains that the purpose of the station is to mine the necessary metals for Automaton construction, and that it was automated with the discovery of the Progenitor Cache.* World *The scavengers, which were not Warminds but similar, return to one of the entrances of the Underground Cities.…
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*They beam into a small room, used only for maintenance. Otherwise, the station is not explorable.* Planetside - Arctic Region *As the vehicle beams down, it is immediately set upon by robotic scavengers and ripped apart.*
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*The weapon was seemingly Warmind creator in origin.*
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*Something is fired from the surface, and the probe explodes before it can any good readings.*
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*They find a few stations and ships, but they seem to be mostly automated mining programs.*
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*There is no response, and nothing is in view.*
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*The edge seems to be very desolate...
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*The Assistant waves.*
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OOC: Dammit! I forgot the 'doesn't'... Assistant: Of course. *She taps at a PADD, and the Colossus receives some coordinates.*
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Assistant: As I said, anything we send over there is destroyed. Maybe try and contact them from the edge first?
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Assistant: Possibly... but like I said, they do not speak our language, and are very... introverted. They do not like us, and anything that we try to send into their half of the orbit comes back.