Happy New Year everyone. Hope you all enjoy the first chapter of 2013. I wonder how many of you remember what the title means?
Doom Bringer
Just as the combined and unseen power of Janus, Oma and Morgan was about to strike Zarin a glowing being appeared and took on the shape of a man, Vejovis. With a wave of his hand the blast was blocked and scattered, spreading outwards in a gentle and harmless wave.
"I will not allow you to interfere," Vejovis stated, his expression neutral.
"You can't stop us," Janus said confidently, gathering his power for another strike.
"Wrong," Vejovis replied before snapping his fingers.
A blast of power erupted outwards, sending the three of them flying backwards. In their energy forms they were sent flung so far backwards they were outside the ship before they were able to stop themselves.
"That shouldn't have happened," Morgan said, shocked.
"No it shouldn't," Oma agreed.
"Well it won't happen again," Janus said, charging back towards the Doom Bringer.
"Wrong," Vejovis repeated, appearing in front of him an instant.
Before Janus even knew what was happening he found himself flung backwards. Still in his humanoid form he got back to his feet, his expression now twisted in anger.
"Scatter," Janus yelled to the others. "He can't cover all the angles."
Oma and Morgan nodded before separating. Together with Janus the three of them went for the Doom Bringer at completely different angles. Vejovis was just one alone and he couldn't stop them all by himself. At least that was what they believed.
"Wrong," Vejovis repeated.
In an instant Vejovis zipped between the three of them, appearing in front of them for the briefest instant which was just long enough to strike them with a powerful blow that sent them flying backwards once again.
As they landed together in a tangle of limbs the three ascended tiredly pulled apart and achingly stood up. So far Vejovis had not used lethal force but that was purely by choice. Just by stopping them from even getting close to the Doom Bringer he had shown how powerful he was. Vejovis suddenly appeared in front of them, his expression calm and collected.
"Do you ever get tired of being wrong?" he asked casually.
"How are you so strong?" Janus demanded.
Vejovis didn't even seem to be winded by what he had just accomplished.
"I am because I must be," Vejovis replied.
Janus scowled at the answer that told him nothing.
"Together," he said, gathering the full force of his power. "We need to get past him if we're going to end this."
"I would advise against it," Vejovis said.
"Janus," Oma said warningly.
"He's right Oma," Morgan said, gathering the full force of her own power. "He can't stop us all."
"Actually I can," Vejovis said.
Oma sighed and gathered up her own power. Together the three of them let loose the majority of their collective power in a single strike. Vejovis grimaced as the blast struck him and he struggled to resist it. As he blocked the intense wave of power his form momentarily flickered and changed, becoming covered in glowing white lightning that zipped across him. When the flow of power finally ended Vejovis still stood there, with only a few lighting bolts zipping around his body.
Janus and Oma could only stare in surprise. He had just taken the full force of their power head on and had come out completely unharmed. If anything they were sensing that he was even stronger than before, which didn't make any sense. In fact nothing about this situation made any sense. Vejovis had been giving off the same impression of power as any other ascended being that wasn't receiving a boost from mortal worshippers like the Ori had been. But Vejovis had displaying abilities that far exceeded those of a normal ascended being and now, instead of being weakened like a normal person, he appeared to be even stronger. In fact a moment ago, when he had been taking the full force of their power, he had appeared to be powerful beyond belief.
If Janus and Oma's expressions were that of surprise though then Morgan's was of absolute shock.
"Adria," she whispered without thinking before shaking herself. "We need to get out of here."
"How are you so powerful?" Janus asked.
"More to the point why did you seem to be even stronger a moment ago?" Oma asked.
"So you saw," Vejovis said, seeming saddened. "I suppose I only have myself to blame. Your combined power momentarily distracted me from maintaining this illusion. Well then I guess there is no need to maintain this illusion any longer."
Vejovis closed his eyes and his expression softened as he relaxed. His entire body was covered by those zipping white lightning bolts, each one crackling with incredible raw power. The power level he was generating was extreme, easily more powerful than a hundred ascended beings. Nothing even close to that level of power should be possible for an ascended being to naturally achieve.
"A riddle for you all," Vejovis said calmly. "How does someone become stronger without changing themselves in any way?"
"We need to go!" Morgan insisted.
"You should listen to Ganos," Vejovis advised.
"Vejovis can't you see this war has to end here or countless lives will be lost?" Janus pleaded. "We can end it, here now, without the need for untold death and destruction."
"I know," Vejovis said. "But I cannot allow you to interfere. This is the way it must be."
"What happened to you Vejovis?" Janus asked. "You were known as a great healer amongst our people. You were the one who encouraged the council to allow me to build the attero device and made sure it was turned off when we learned of the cost. Why will you allow this to continue?"
"Because it should happen," Vejovis said.
"Not if I can help it," Janus said.
"You can't get past me," Vejovis said.
"I can try!"
"No you won't," Morgan said, moving in front of him. "He could kill you with a single blow."
"Then at least I'll die knowing I tried to stop this," Janus said. "You were willing to risk everything once Morgan, you too Oma, now it's my turn."
"No, not this time Janus," Oma said. "We're leaving."
Together the two of them pulled Janus away, who didn't have the strength left to resist. He had used all his strength against Vejovis and apparently it had all been for nought.
"I see that some of you have some common sense," Vejovis observed.
"You've fallen so far Vejovis," Morgan said. "I know what you've done."
"If you truly know what I've done then you'll know that it is useless to stand against me," Vejovis replied. "Zarin will finish what he has started. This galaxy will be unified by the Zarasian Empire and the Wraith wiped out. I will make sure of that."
"Not if the Alliance of Great Races has anything to say about it," Oma replied.
"I think the little display seen here shows that they cannot," Vejovis replied.
When they were far enough away they finally let him go.
"Why did you do that?" Janus demanded. "We could have ended the war right then and there."
"No we couldn't have," Oma said. "He was far too powerful."
"We still should have tried," Janus insisted.
"We did try," Oma said. "We failed."
"So we'll try again," Janus said. "We'll try again until we succeed."
"We can't Janus, it's impossible for us to beat a being as strong as him," Morgan said.
"So we'll find a way to stronger," Janus argued. "Vejovis did it so we can too."
Morgan sighed. "No we can't. I know how he got to be so strong. I've faced a being like him before."
"How? Who? When? Tell me!" Janus demanded grabbing her by the shoulders.
Morgan squirmed, fighting against Janus' grip but she couldn't get loose. "Adria! It was Adria!"
Janus let go of her, his whole body visibly slumping. "It can't be. He…he wouldn't go over to the Ori. Not for the sake of gaining power."
"I don't think he did," Morgan said. "But I do believe he used the same method as them to gain power."
"It would explain it certainly but I still can't believe it," Janus said, dumbfounded.
"Even the greatest of us can fall," Oma said. "The higher we rise, the further we have to fall."
"But surely not him," Janus said. "Not Vejovis."
"He suffered greatly because of the Wraith," Oma reasoned. "After losing his entire family, he may not be the same person we once knew. Loss changes a person greatly."
"So what do we do now?" Janus asked.
"If he is drawing power from his followers then he must have them hidden somewhere in this galaxy," Morgan reasoned. "The others would know about it otherwise and would have put a stop to it long ago if it was in our new home."
"So what do you suggest?" Janus asked. "We find his base and destroy it?"
"No," Morgan said. "We find it, tell the Alliance where it is and they destroy it. Without the constant supply of energy Vejovis will just be one of us again. He won't be able to stop us just like Adria wasn't able to stop me."
"It's our only option," Oma said.
Janus looked at her curiously. "So you don't want to just let the lower plains sort out their own problems then Oma?"
"Not this time," Oma said.
"Then it's agreed?" Morgan asked.
"Yes," Janus said.
"Come on then," Morgan said. "I have some ideas on where to find the information we need."
Calium
John Sheppard sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Weir. He couldn't believe the reports he was getting from the surface or what his eyes were telling him. In front of him was a twenty kilometre long monster ship sporting Zarasian markings and launching thousands upon thousands of fighters. Worse still drop pods and vehicle deployment craft were raining down on Calium only to land on inhabited rock on the planet or in the sky. There were tens of thousands of reaper life signs detected on the planet and the number just kept on increasing. Even worse than that was the fact that their guns were proving highly ineffective at even slowing them down, for every one they shot down there were ten more making it to the ground and the locals were helping them get there!
Dozens of UAVs which had moved to intercept the fighters and drop pods had been shot down, but not by the Zarasians but by the local defence emplacements. The people they had been fighting alongside not an hour ago had turned against them for seemingly no reason. He could only count himself lucky that his ground forces were safely tucked away onboard their ships. UAVs, after all, could be rebuilt fairly easily, but lives once lost could not. If that monster of a ship opened fire though then were all finished. The power readings were enough to make even the Asgard show fear.
"Sir I have Commander Kavier on the line."
About time, Sheppard thought.
"Kavier what the hell is going on?" Sheppard demanded. "Your forces are shooting at our birds."
"You are no longer welcome on this planet," Kavier replied. The voice was certainly his, but something about it didn't sound right. "Leave now or be destroyed."
"The Zarasians are landing troops all over your planet," Sheppard said angrily. "My sensors tell me they have millions to deploy from that massive ship of theirs. How can you just let this happen?"
"The Zarasians are welcome here. You are not."
"We lost the transmission sir."
"Damn it."
"Sir we have an incoming transmission…from the Zarasian ship."
"Put it on," Sheppard said.
"Colonel Sheppard," Zarin said. "How nice to see you again."
"Zarin," Sheppard said. "I should have known you would be the one commanding a monster like that."
"Ah yes the Doom Bringer," Zarin said politely. "Isn't she wonderful? Very much an improvement over my last flagship from so long ago, but of course you know that by now. Compared to this one my former flagship was nothing. This ship is, after all, capable of subjugating an entire planet by itself, and wiping out a fleet that might try to defend it. I suggest you leave if you want to live. This planet is mine now."
"Not yet it isn't," Sheppard replied angrily.
"Oh I beg to differ Colonel," Zarin said smugly. "By now you are aware that the locals have embraced our presence with open arms and in any case I already have tens of thousands of troops on the ground, with many more to come if I see fit. What do you have? A small force of soldiers that will never make it to the ground before the fleet of ships they reside upon is obliterated."
"You don't scare me Zarin," Sheppard said.
"Or me," Thor said, his own image appearing on the screen.
"Ah Supreme Commander Thor of the Asgard fleet," Zarin said. "I understand it is you I have to thank for that defeat on Celestia. It is of no consequence, I can always try again later."
"You will fail then too," Thor stated.
"You think so?" Zarin asked. "Yes you do don't you. You don't fear me or the power I wield, but you really should you know. Of course they say that seeing is believing so why don't you witness the power of my main weapon? At thirty percent of course."
"Enemy ship is powering weapons!"
From the tip of the Doom Bringer an orb of green light began to form before a beam of green plasma discharged and struck the O'Neill. The shields of the Asgard flagship held against the onslaught, for a little while anyway, before shattering just as the stream of energy stopped.
"The O'Neill has lost shields!"
That shot had been perfectly calibrated. Not a single spark of energy had been wasted, using just enough to bring down the shields of the Asgard warship and no more. And if what Zarin said was to be believed, and they had no reason to believe it wasn't then that weapon was only at thirty percent power! What that thing could do if fully charged was like comparing an ordinary plasma beam to the Grodin!
"Do you see now Supreme Commander?" Zarin asked smugly. "You cannot hope to win. Go now and tell others what it means to stand against me. This time I will let you leave unharmed, but next time you will either submit to me or you will die."
"All forces retreat," Sheppard ordered reluctantly.
There was no way they could fight against that thing.
"A wise decision," Zarin said. "Until next time Colonel, and you too Supreme Commander."
Atlantis
The three ascended retook human shape in one of the seldom used labs of their former home.
"Why here?" Janus asked.
"Because I need to access the database and this is easier than going onto the Weir," Morgan replied working at a console. "No pesky AI's to notice what we are doing here."
"What are we doing exactly?" Oma asked.
"Accessing the list of off world bases that were constructed before and during the war with the Wraith," Morgan replied.
She frowned. "However the list is in a secure section of the database and I can't seem to access it."
"Allow me," Janus said, stepping up to the console.
After tapping away for a few moments the console beeped and Morgan found she had full access.
"How did you do that?" she asked.
Janus smiled at her. "Do you really think I was able to construct a hidden lab here without full access to the cities mainframe? How else do you think I was able to remove that sections existence from the computer records and adjust the supply inventory lists so that nothing appeared to be missing?"
"Sneaky isn't he," Oma noted.
"I prefer cunning," Janus replied.
"I prefer you help me," Morgan said, as a various windows flashed open on the screen in front of her.
"Let's see now," Janus said, as he accessed the hidden database. "What have you been hiding Vejovis?"
For what could have been hours the two of them worked there way through the various records while Oma watched on, completely absorbed in their work.
"Strange," Janus said. "There is nothing here to indicate supplies being funnelled to a new location for the construction of a base. Small amounts were requested by Vejovis but nothing out of the ordinary, some laboratory equipment but nothing in the way of building materials."
"Maybe nothing about Vejovis," Morgan said. "But look at this. The report of the destruction of a remote scientific outpost by self destruction after it was abandoned and stripped of anything useful."
"Who submitted the report?" Oma asked.
"Cura," Morgan said.
"Ah the great seeder of life," Janus said nostalgically. "Still I hardly see the connection."
"There was a similar report," Morgan explained. "One where she details the abandonment of another remote outpost and that it was destroyed."
"So what?" Janus asked, still not seeing the connection.
"The world was supposed to be down for human relocation but apparently they all died," Morgan said. "The base was constructed inside a mountain to hide it from the locals. Guess what that planet is called now though?"
"Averia," Janus said as realisation hit him.
"Exactly," Morgan said.
Janus groaned. "I knew I should have checked out that base."
"We know that Vejovis and Cura had strong professional ties," Oma said. "You think he might have helped her?"
"Why not?" Janus asked. "They held much of the same beliefs. Plus according to this the two of them were both requesting supplies but there is no indication of where they were going. Separately they seem inconsequential but put the two lists together."
"And you get a list of supplies that could make two outposts self sufficient," Morgan finished.
"Or one outpost self sufficient and the other remaining intact," Janus said.
"That still isn't proof of a connection between them," Oma argued.
"No but this is," Janus said. "You remember how Eurielle said she was captured on that planet. Well I remember a battle where a Wraith hive was downed and the insides searched for survivors. Now this report says that the drones and elites were all killed, with a couple taken for study. But the queen supposedly died from wounds sustained by impact. Now whose name is on that medical report?"
"Vejovis," Oma said. "So that must have been Eurielle."
"Right under our noses the whole time," Janus said.
"We still have to scout out that outpost," Oma said. "It's right in the middle of believed Zarasian territory so we can't just ask them to check it out on a hunch. Besides this will be classed as interference so we'll only get one shot."
"We'll confirm its presence then we'll tell them," Morgan said.
"You realise what this means though," Janus said. "Cura could be a part of this as well."
"Except no one has seen Cura for as long as no one has seen Vejovis," Oma pointed out.
"No and if those two are sharing power then we could have twice as much of a headache to deal with," Morgan agreed.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Janus said.
SPECTRE transport shuttle
"Does anyone else feel like our talents are being underutilised lately?" Sovaer asked, slouching in his seat.
The others were tempted to sigh or make some sound of complaint but in all honesty they couldn't really disagree with him. They were being sent on a scouting mission to a system that could have a Zarasian presence, or possibly a human civilisation. All they knew was that no one knew much about the planet in question. The planet did have a stargate but it was a space gate, which meant that travellers from other worlds never came there. The only reason that they were being dispatched to this planet was because it was believed to be on the outskirts of or potentially in, since no one actually knew for sure where the borders were, Zarasian territory. The entire fleet was busy dealing with an active hot zone, namely Calium, and as a result was unavailable for this mission which was why the SPECTREs were being deployed.
"Remind me why they couldn't deploy a recon drone through the gate?" Sovaer asked a little while later.
"Because a recon drone would be detected and wouldn't necessarily get through in any case if the gate is defended," Todd replied. "Either way the Zarasians, if they have a presence there would know we are coming. We can scout out the planet without being detected."
"Makes sense," Sovaer agreed.
"Your boredom will be over soon," Teyla said. "We're about to arrive."
Sovaer sprang to his feet, his body moving like a gymnast. "Time to work."
The others chuckled. The man was never more alive than when he was on a mission.
The specialised transport shuttle exited hyperspace over a green world.
"Oh look its green," Sovaer noted. "These worlds are always green."
"Of course," Eir said. "It has a stargate after all."
"Yeah but not all these planets need to be green," Sovaer said. "It wouldn't be so bad for there to be a little variety."
"He's got a point," Ronon said.
"Perhaps you would prefer a world filled with ice," Todd said.
"Or maybe a desert world," Teyla said.
"Green it is then," Sovaer said. "Anything down there?"
"Sensors are detecting life signs," Todd reported from his pilot seat.
"We are cloaked right?" Sovaer asked.
Todd snorted. "Of course."
"Ok then," Sovaer said. "We go down and investigate."
With that he went off to don his armour and arm himself while Todd landed the ship.
"How exactly did he get to be in charge again?" Todd asked.
The other SPECTREs took a moment to think but none of them could think of an exact answer.
"He just seems to have this ability to get other people to follow without him actually claiming that he has any authority." Teyla summarised.
Jason nodded and made a sound of agreement.
"I really can't argue with that," Eir said.
"Me neither," Todd said. "That is what is so troubling."
"At least we know that if any of us is likely to get hurt it's him," Ronon said.
"I heard that," Sovaer said from down the corridor.
The transport shuttle, still cloaked, landed a good distance from a village they had found on sensors. The village was surrounded by a twisting and fast flowing river, with only a single crossing, and beyond it was an extensive forest that went on for miles in all directions. This small island was expansive enough though to hold fields for growing wheat and vegetables and presumably the river held fish. The village wasn't very big but it filled the island with its structures and fields. They hadn't been able to find a place to land the large transport ship on the island so they had been forced to land it on the outskirts between the forest edge and the river.
Stealth was deemed to be the best choice here since they didn't know the lay of the land. They would go in under cloak, investigate the village for any signs of Zarasian presence and then move out again and perform a meet visibly if there were none.
Using the servo motors in their suits to enhance their movements the six SPECTREs vaulted across the river, landing with a thud on the other side of the bank.
"ISIS keep an eye on sensors and let us know if you detect anything unfriendly heading our way," Sovaer instructed. "Oh and be sure not to show yourself in holographic form. No need to spook the locals."
"Of course," ISIS replied.
"Time to investigate," Sovaer said as the group split up to cover more ground. "And remember that stealth is most important here."
"Says the man who failed that training exercise by tripping over a box and setting off the motion sensors and the entire laser grid," Todd said, causing the others to laugh as they remembered that particular training exercise.
"I was still getting used to this new leg," Sovaer argued.
"And it was funny," Ronon added.
"Thanks for the support."
"Have you found anything?" Teyla asked, ending the conversation. "I haven't."
"Nothing," Sovaer said. "Not even an active light bulb."
"Nothing here either," Eir said.
"Nothing," Jason stated.
"Or here," Ronon said.
"Or here," Todd finished. "It seems like this village isn't a part of the Zarasian Empire."
"Or if it is then Zarin hasn't decided to assimilate the locals yet," Sovaer concluded.
"Unlikely though," Todd said. "Zarin would have placed some defences to protect his claims."
"True," Sovaer admitted. "Okay then we go back and make a public entrance."
In a little while they had all gathered together, uncloaked and were waiting for the right moment to emerge from the forest. They were waiting for one of the locals to appear on the outskirts of the village so that they would be seen when they visibly emerged from the forest and jumped across the river. Given her more than a little intimidating appearance Eir would be remaining at the back of the group. Todd and Jason would also keep their visors polarized while the humans did the talking. Eventually a man appeared to tend to the nearby fields.
"Time to go," Sovaer said.
The six of them walked slowly out of the trees and it wasn't long before their presence was noted. As one they ran forwards and easily leapt over the wide river. Sovaer smirked behind his polarized visor as he noted the shocked look on the farmers face. As they stood and approached at a leisurely pace the farmer raised his hoe defensively.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Sovaer stepped forwards and revealed his face. "Travellers from distant worlds."
"If you are from another world then how did you get here?"
"By ship," Sovaer replied.
"And where is your ship?"
"Not far from here."
"What do you want?"
"To be friends," Teyla said, revealing her own face. "We mean you know harm."
"They why do dress like that and carry those weapons?" the man asked.
"For protection," Ronon said, revealing his face.
"Fair enough," the man conceded. "Are you all human?"
"What makes you ask that?" Sovaer asked.
The man pointed at Eir like it was obvious.
"This body is a robot," Eir explained. "It houses my consciousness. But to answer your question I am not human and neither are the two men standing beside me, but they choose not to show their faces so they will not alarm you."
"Why, what do they look like?"
"We'll show you later," Todd said while Jason nodded in agreement.
"So like I said," the man continued. "What do the people from other worlds want?"
"To make peaceful contact with your people," Sovaer said. "So it would be nice if we could meet with your leaders."
"The elder is in the village," the man explained. "Follow me. By the way you can call me Jose."
"Well that went well," Sovaer noted to the other SPECTREs on a private channel.
The six of them followed the man through the fields and into the village. As they walked people emerged to stare at the odd looking strangers, with Jose constantly repeating that they were visitors from another world and were here in peace. Eventually they made it into the centre of the village and by then quite a crowd had gathered around them. Men, women and children all flocked to get look at these newcomers. Eir was subjected to some very pointed looks, but that wasn't surprising given that her combat body made her look slightly demonic. Couple that with the very visible weaponry being carried by the SPECTREs and add in their battle armour and the villagers had seen fit to bring their own weapons with them. Spears, swords and various pointy farming tools could be seen in abundance. The villagers may be trusting but clearly they weren't naïve enough to simply take the SPECTREs at their word. Eventually the crowd parted in front of the largest of the cottages and an old man stepped towards. There was no doubt that he was an elder. He had long white hair and an equally long beard and supported himself with a tall wooden staff carved into the rough shape of a snake. He may be old but there was no mistaking the intelligence in the eyes that studied the new arrivals closely.
"Well, well," he said in a dry raspy voice. "Visitors from several worlds I hear. Alien too. Can't say I recall when we've ever had alien visitors from other worlds here and I am old so I should know."
He chuckled at his own joke before continuing. "How did you get here and what do you want?"
"By ship and to be friends," Sovaer answered.
"So you say, so you say," the elder said. "So how did you get on this island?"
"We came across the river," Sovaer replied.
"Is that so?" the old man asked. "Well maybe this old mind of mine is starting to go feeble as the rest of me but I seem to recall the crossing is in the opposite direction to the one you came. Jose?"
"They jumped across the river honoured elder," Jose answered quickly.
"You saw this yourself?"
"I did."
"Well now there's a thing. There is a thing indeed. I would have liked to see that myself."
Yes I bet you would have Sovaer thought.
"I can assure you that we come in peace," Sovaer said.
"And your weapons say otherwise," the old man replied. "And don't try to convince me they aren't. I'm old not daft. The Wraith have been to this world before see and so I know what a weapon looks like even if ours aren't as powerful."
The elder certainly knew what he was talking about. He said not as powerful but he certainly knew the weapons of the villagers could be effective, especially if you were surrounded. Still their armour should protect them, for a little while anyway.
"They are for our protection," Teyla said.
"I'm sure they are missy, but protection can mean stopping us from stopping you from taking what is ours."
"We have no interest in taking what is yours," Sovaer said. "We're happy with what is ours. We merely wish to make new friends."
"No I expect you don't," the old man agreed. "Our people are a simple lot compared to those that travel the stars. Though I must say I never expected to hear of people travelling the stars who weren't Wraith."
Todd and Jason suitably shifted comfortably and unfortunately the elder spotted it.
"You two show your faces," he demanded. "Now!"
Sovaer sighed. "Do it."
There were gasps and shouts as Todd and Jason revealed their faces and more than a few swords drawn.
"Now that is interesting isn't it," the old man said, in a voice turned dangerously low.
"ISIS prepare to…" Sovaer began to say before a shout caused him to pause.
"Elder! At the crossing, demon hounds!" a young man yelled as he ran to the elder.
"How many?" the elder demanded.
"Many, more than I could count."
"And how is the guardian fairing?"
"He is holding them off for now."
"Good then hopefully we won't have to interfere."
"ISIS what have you got?" Sovaer asked.
"Multiple life signs around the crossing and one on it," ISIS reported.
"Let us help," Sovaer said.
The elder scoffed. "The guardian will deal them but if you and those Wraith of yours want to get yourselves killed then so be it. I'll be glad to be rid of you."
"Let's go," Sovaer said as he started running towards the crossing, followed closely by the other SPECTREs. "ISIS, tell me something about what I'm running into here."
"Reading multiple life signs converging on the crossing, they appear to be animals of some kind. The one on the crossing is…confirming…confirmed, life signs register as a reaper."
"Double time!" Sovaer yelled.
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