Part and Parcel
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
The Mirran resistance thinks it's acquired a secret to fight the Phyrexians. The Phyrexians know they've created a weapon. A messenger.
"Crack it open. Maybe it knows something we can use," Kara Vrist directed.
In times of war, every shred of intelligence matters. Regardless of how small the detail, any information that can be leveraged or repurposed against the invaders must be thoroughly investigated.
A situation not in their favour, the Mirrans were fighting an enemy who was an expert at repurposing. The repurposing of metal, of their world, and their very bodies, all to fuel an unstoppable machine intent on enslaving if not killing them all.
The Phyrexians could not be allowed to spread further. They'd already spread so far and contaminated too much.
This myr designed with a portable parcel unit on its back…Kara Vrist prayed it would hold a clue to help the resistance stem the inexorable tide. That unblessed blackness that had poisoned Mirrodin, tainting its Quicksilver Sea a glistening, oily black.
The Mirrans cracked the myr open.
Onboard lighting changing from blue to green, the myr exploded, carrying only plague and death.
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Little spiders away from the praetor's grasp. Sheoldred weaves every thread of information into a noose to hang her enemies.
While her web of spies brought her fresh news on either side's movements (and the fertile flesh of fresh unworthy from the losing side on the side), Sheoldred centered her attention on both fronts of the war, as well as both fronts of both fronts of the war.
There was the war going on on Mirrodin's surface.
But there was also the war of secrets going on underneath. Whispers that pockets of resistance were literally taking to the inner layers of the metal world to escape the carnage above. Survivors from Oxid Ridge seeking a hiding place in the tunnels below Kuldotha.
The mistake was hoping their discrete evacuation would evade notice of Sheoldred, the Whispering One.
The Vulshok rebel Koth and Phyrexian conscript Glissa had their partisans and couriers.
Sheoldred had an improvement.
"This receptacle will be the perfect messenger for your divine message," Keskit blandished his master with glories towards her singular vision.
The myr Keskit modified flickered between blue and green modes, stopping on the safe-seeming blue.
"Perilous," Sheoldred spoke a sinister whisper.
To Mirrodin, an explosive. To Phyrexia, a missionary.