Four hours after CMDR Flameal15k returns to The Extinction...

Within the Hub, a call had been sent out. Those available were responding, be they Tenno, Grineer, Corpus, XCOM, or some other. It wasn't a big call, by any means, but it was an important one.

The Commander had clear intents for how he wanted to operate in the Subnautica universe - and those included an effective smokescreen to hide his goals. His cover in this universe would be that he was leading a sort of lost colony, unwilling to join up with the major trans-gov organizations, but willing to trade with them all the same. To sell the ruse would require a few humans to assist - just enough that the hordes of androids could be written off as still being under the command of a human organization. Altera was no stranger to using artificial intelligences, but having too many without human oversight set off some alarm bells. They needed to be sure that coexistence was going on - the trans-govs had no experience with Robot Wars, but still took precautions, even if AI's had full citizenship. Somehow.

Caught up among these groups was the research team assigned to watch Coraz. Coraz didn't really know the details about her creators' latest assignment, except that she was to be taken with them, likely for combat data acquisition - which was to say, to kill things as efficiently as possible. The swifter/quieter/easier the kill, the more her worth was proven. Coraz didn't honestly think that mattered, but she wasn't the one who had to pay bills.

Business suits also joined in this venture - they were to help make the trans-gov representatives feel more at ease with themselves. Corpus and Perrin Sequence executives had an idea of how business function, so they could at least offer some misdirection to throw off the more corrupt entities within the Subnautica universe...wait, why was there a big lizard dinosaur man here again?

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The dinosaur man in question, a Saurus Warrior by the name of Ornithar, let out a sigh - communicating with warm bloods was not his strong suite. In fact, it was accurate to state that anything other than war was not his strong suite. Saurus were literally bred for war, at the expense of everything else. And that meant they were vastly unprepared for existing in a world with no enemies to fight...at least, most of the time.

The servants of the old Ones were struggling to adjust to their new home. Their temple cities had been inserted carefully into the lands deemed suitable for them to inhabit, but the world was moving too fast for them to manage. The Slann, in particular, were swiftly reaching their limits. The Slann had been provided with some golden plaques that gave them advice on how to operate in this new situation, but it was evident that there was far more in play than what the plaques accounted for. And unfortunately, this was one time when meditation on their meanings could not be afforded - the worlds this warm-blood controlled were changing too fast to manage. The Slann were having trouble adapting to the new arrivals from the last debacle, to say nothing of what else might come through. The mage lords were scared, and with good reason. How could the plans of the Old Ones endure with so many new variables added in every year.

Why had they seen fit to allow the Cold Bloods to ally with this tide of steel. It made no sense.

The skinks were trying to alleviate this issue however they could - mainly by trying to find new food sources in these foreign lands - but they were struggling. Hopefully, an arrangement could soon be reached. The Scar Veteran was not sure how long his people could endure this.

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AN: An interlude to tide you over while I finish school stuff. Read and Review! This is Flameal15k, signing off!