Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Aschen Sector

Then a hand shot through the crate they were hiding behind.

It pressed into Alekos's back, bright sparks shooting from the fingers. The charge was perfectly tuned to paralyze the Tauron's neuromotor synaptic transmissions, and would leave him twitching and motionless on the floor if it functioned properly. In the next second, the hooded stranger lifted his hand against Stelio. At once, a great magnetic force tugged at every bit of metal on the gangster's body - belt buckles, knives, his Zat and the faulty bifrost node - all of which would fly off his frame towards the dark figure unless interfered with. If the thug had any metal inside his body, it would not be influenced.

"Stelio..." A clotted, sickly voice hissed from the shadows.
 
"Somebody is paying me a lot of money to kill you." A gravely voice filled the warehouse, Stelio was cowering behind a crate, but a hulking figure emerged from nothingness atop a small stack of crates, his face completely obscured in a skull like faceplate, of which only two glowing blue eyes were visible.

The Figure would likely sense something was off, the magnetic force was indeed being interfered with, but it was by something exerting its will on the fabric of reality itself.

It was attempting to nullify the magnetics, control them, and allow the equipment to fall to the floor.

The sound of interlocking crystalline plates filled the warehouse, and the hulking figure stepped into a small shaft of light.

Teleportation would prove futile, as would any form of portaling. The Hooded stranger would also likely notice the air becoming thick, an unseen force attempting to exert it's will upon the stranger's windpipe.

Crates moved aside on their own, as the strange armored figure stepped into view, the lights coming back on, but what was powering them.

"You've been a thorn in someone's side for far too long..." The gravely voice said again. The entire warehouse was now encased in a strange forcefield, cutting it off from the outside world; an all too familiar tactic of a very powerful individual.

The legendary Alteran merc, John Bishop.
 
A growl loosed from the stranger's throat. "Bishop..."

He stood to his full height - a menacing mass of darkness, reprieved only by a lonely mask, white as snow. His tattered cloak fell around his figure like a shroud, tendrils of shadow whisping around his feet. There was no doubt who he was: The Paragon, the Night Redeemed - A demon of ruthless vengeance.

"Someone is paying a lot of money to orchestrate these weapon deals," the vigilante rasped, bony fingers curling and cracking against his gauntlets, "give me a name, Bishop, and I'll only break your legs."

The Alteran's psychic probes weighed on Paragon to no effect, though they would doubtless render his teleportation abilities obsolete. If the bounty hunter wanted to defeat his prey, he would need to his martial skills rather than his powers.

As for the magnetized weapons, John's powers successfully brought them down to the floor - with the exception of the bifrost, which Paragon had already grabbed and slotted into his belt. While John's powers worked perfectly on his surroundings, they were curiously unable to effect Paragon's body directly, or the equipment therein.
 
"I don't care." John retorted; it was odd, something was resisting his abilities, like a keenly honed blade John always could exert something on reality.

"That Bifrost node won't save you, or lead you to whose paying me." He said calmly, and the Paragon would find little more than a toy in his posession, either through sleight of hand or temporal manipulation, John held the real Bifrost node in his hands.

He crushed it into pieces by squeezing it into his fist, the pieces matter-converted into water, and splattered all over the floor.

Calx began to grow along his armor, like footsteps on snow, the crystalline material moved through his plating. So he couldn't affect Paragon directly?

"You're a vigilante, you stand for truth and justice; or so you claim; your arbitrary sense of misguided justice will be your undoing." Bishop said.

"I see infinite futures, which one will come to pass?"

A Javelin of solid neutronium appeared out of thin air, Bishop's eyes glinted, and the javelin was thrust towards Paragon at relativistic velocities; and if Paragon dodged, one of the Kaiju-XL rifles would be waiting, firing at where Paragon would be.
 
The demon crouched low. "There's only one future, John - the one where I bring you down."

The spear shot through the air, narrowly missing the vigilante as he spiraled out of its way. A smoke pellet hit the ground, and the Kaiju rifle thundered into the mist. When it cleared, Paragon was nowhere to be seen. Only a tattered fragment of his cape remained.

John would not be able to detect Paragon via his powers or technology. There was no heat signature, no relativistic energies, no energy displacement. Not even the air particles were disturbed. If he looked with his eyes, his true eyes, the Alteran might have seen a blur of black, a figure moving in the shadows, crouching...

Projectiles came at him from the left and right, aimed at the masses of Calx jutting from his armor. If they connected, they would explode. A split second later and Paragon dropped in front of him, clenched fist powering forward to punch the merc directly in his mask. The strength behind his strike would have dented a tank.
 
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The Merc didn't seem to flinch, or move, this was entertaining, but the most fatal mistake one could make was underestimating John's abilities.

He percieved an infinite number of possible futures in real time, his precognition was perhaps his greatest asset, he could see things before they happened.

The Projectiles never connected, rather they veered wildly off course, striking crates, walls, and the like, and exploding.

Paragon dropped in front of John and went in for a punch, only to have John catch it almost effortlessly in his hand, and John locked Paragon's fist into his open hand, and aimed to crush it, with enough force, enough pressure to turn carbon into diamond, the normal human fist wouldn't stand a chance.

John followed up with a haymaker of his own, the equivalent force of the singularity driver of a Reverence II contained within John's fist as it swung to contact Paragon's face; a force that would liquefy a human skull, or put a hole clean through the hull cladding of an Iconoclast Battleship.

The Calx had permeated John's muscles, his veins, his very bone, and Paragon would find reality slipping away from him, the further the Calx grew, the more control John's mind could influence on reality, and it was beginning to encroach on whatever repelled him the first time.
 
Paragon grunted, some of the strength leaving his knees as the mercenary's hand closed over his fist. His shields fought against the crushing pressure and kept his bones from being pulped, but the unbearable pain persisted.

Shhhk. One of the blades in Paragon's gauntlet shot up through his glove, firing directly into John's palm. If successful, the metal would pierce through his armor and eject out the back of his hand.

But then Bishop's fist connected with his chest. The world spun, his shields rippling, a sharp crack eminated from somewhere inside his body. Paragon tumbled backwards but managed to come up on the balls of his feet, crouched low. He felt Bishop's mind pressing even harder upon him, the calx amplifying his psychic powers. The vigilante's defenses were waning.

"You don't know what you're doing," a tinge of apprehension underscored the Paragon's rumble, "if you keep trying to break through, not even I will be able to save you."

Something beeped on Bishop's side. If he turned, he would find one of Paragon's blink packs stuck to a chunk of calx above his hip, cloaked in the same psychic residue which prevented the Alteran from controlling it. The vigilante had rigged the device and planted it there before being knocked away. The gadget would detonate quite suddenly, overcharged in relativistic energies, exploding in a flurry of interdimensional forces which, under normal circumstances, would have consumed everything in a five food radius into a brief but powerful planar rift.
 
Bishop didnt seem to react when the metal blade shot up through the vigilante’s gauntlet.

Of course all Paragon could see was the skull mask that concealed the man’s face.

The instant the blade struck his armored hand, it was stopped by Bishop's telekinetic hold, and the properties that made it resistant to his power were stripped away, and the blade was instantly matter converted to Ichor Virens, a highly radioactive green crystal that was extremely toxic to carbon based life.

In addition to the main body of the blade, hundreds of spikes shot out, likely impaling directly into the figures arm, delivering millions of microscopic ichor shards into its bloodstream.

When Paragon tumbled backwards, Bishop merely shook his head at the warning.

“You’re a dead man.”

There was a beeping, and then a flash of temporal energies. Bishop was gone.

But the same field that prevented Paragons escape, kept them contained. Bishop would emerge immediately behind Paragon, while thrusting a shimmering dagger forward, its monomolecular edge and strange metallic properties that shorted out shields and cleaved through metal alike, if successful, the blade would be driven deep into Paragon’s back.
 
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Paragon felt the radioctative material pierce his body, the crystals traveling up the wrist of his hand. If it reached his heart, he was dead - something his body understood intrinsically. His blood clotted at the veins, cells and potent nanite reserves forming an impermeable biowall against the invader.

The demon watched Bishop disappear before his eyes, perhaps believing for a moment that the blink pack had interfered with the calx in the way he'd hoped.

A faint thrush of wind on his backside - the nearly imperceptible expansion of a billion air particles. His hand tightened around the hilt of a blade at his belt. No such luck.

Brrnnggg. Metal met metal, Paragon's newly brandished blade sparking against Bishop's dagger. Remarkably, Paragon's sword did not break or shatter against the Alteran's monomolecular edge. This new weapon glowed with a strange ethereal light, surrounded in an unnatural energy field vaguely akin to the Bishop's own dagger. They locked against one another, the walls of the warehouse strobing in the sparks of their duel.

Beneath the glow of the moon, the Paragon looked up at his adversary and growled. "Do you think I'm a man?"

Two slashes from the blade, one for each of Bishop's legs, before another smoke pellet hit the ground and Paragon again vanished from the floor, lost in the darkness of the room. He was losing, but he was learning. Bishop's field prevented long-range blinking, but he could still teleport short distances. Moreover, the mercenary commanded some of the most formidable telekentic powers he'd ever seen. He couldn't beat him - not equipped as he was - but he might be able to make a clean getaway. He just needed to buy time to charge another blink pack.
 
The problem with Ichor Virens was it's resistance to immunity, the very cells which lined Paragon's blood vessels mutated, the nanites corrupted, and it would be a slow, painful process; a cancer that while it could take weeks, or even years to spread, would spread.

The only defense was to amputate the arm and hope micro-shards of crystal didn't make it into the bloodstream, since they mutated and corrupted everything they touched. Nanites would be converted to Ichor Virens on the molecular level if they came in contact with the material; it could only spread.

Bishop's precognition meant he could anticipate Paragon's every move before it happened, the slashes at his legs were met with nothing, they passed right through Bishop's legs. "You're a fool." He grunted.

Paragon could hide, but he couldn't escape. The field that contained them both was insurmountable by blinking, isolating them inside a spatial dimension, a pocket of sorts that the only escape was willful lowering of the field. The truth was, the moment the field went up the warehouse and everything in it was transported into it's own pocket dimension;

Gravity and magnetism would no longer work, as crates began to float in weightlessness, and any magnetic boots would be unable to gain traction. Only Bishop would be rooted in place by his own abilities. Fully permeated by the Calx, Bishop clenched his hand into a fist, and everything in the warehouse disappeared entirely, matter-converted into particles of sand. There would be nowhere for Paragon to hide.

Expanding his mind, his fist tightened.

Technology would no longer work inside the field, which meant that any technological device; even those previously resistant to Bishop's power would cease to exist. If Paragon was truly a demon, he would have to rely on his own abilities.
 
The world evaporated around him, the darkness of the warehouse giving way into an empty plane of endless white. A pocket dimension. Psychic powers of this caliber was only attainable by gods. Even amplified by calx, the extent of Bishop's psionic potential was unbelievable.

The surge of psychic energy washed over Paragon like a wave. His belt, gear and shields melted off of him, dissipating into nothingness. Only his sword remained; for some reason, the blade resisted Bishop's influence with a mental barrier all its own, as if it were, itself, a living thing.

The vigilante stood upright. Stripped of his theatrics, he looked very much like a man, armored in close-fitting plates, black as soot. His mask remained, expressionless, the color of night swirling in the eyeholes. This was it. No more toys, no more gadgets, no more environment for Bishop to manipulate with his mind. The Paragon twirled his blade and brought it near his face.

"Come and get it."
 
The eyes of the skull Bishop was wearing shimmered, and swirled with powerful energies. Deliberately, the man moved his hand out, and from nothing he drew an ornate Spatha like sword.

Its golden hilt churned with otherworldly energies, its blade hummed with the sounds of war, it pulsed with unimaginable power, threatening to snuff out even Paragon’s blade.

Throughout history, only one man commanded such power, Bishop was no simple alteran.

The blade was forged of Kobollian steel, imbued by the very talents of Hephaestus.

There was a glint of something powerful, as Bishop approached, otherwise heavy footsteps were silent.

“You've made some powerful enemies.” Bishop growled.
 
Both Bishop and his blade dwarfed Paragon - the vigilante readying himself beneath the shadow of a god. He exuded a power of his own, the moonblade humming with a litany of whispers even as John's Kobollian steel rang with the distant roar of war. Bishop might have recognized some of the voices - Andromache begging for her son's life at Pyrrhus's feet... Iphigenia crying her mother's name on the altar. They were the pleas of the weak, the helpless, every sentient soul ever tormented or oppressed by the indifferent, the powerful, the cruel. They were the cries of vengeance, of indignation, an endless chorus of desperate prayers for deliverance and justice, never heard, never answered. These were the hymns of the Paragon.

"Even the gods must pay for their crimes," he answered, "even you."

He lunged - every motive, every thought in his mind intent on plunging his sword for Bishop's side. The Alteran's precognition would show him thrusting forward against his abdomen. Then, at the last possible nanosecond, the attack changed - the moonblade drawing upwards for his chest instead. Paragon was actively lying to himself, masking the future by altering his thoughts at the final moment before execution.
 
Paragon's voice carried through the air, and he started into his next attack.

Feints only did so much to skew the perception of a precog, but it did little as time itself took a knee to the power of the man in the skull mask. Paragon, to Bishop would be moving in slow motion, while Bishop suddenly began to move imperceptibly fast. He sidestepped the upwards slash of the moon-blade, and ducked low. There was an opening, and Bishop plunged his sword forward straight into the armor that protected Paragon's abdomen.

The intensity of the Calx was increasing violently.

The feeling of being watched also likely overcame the two, but neither could locate the source of that feeling.

If Bishop's blow was successful in at least critically wounding the vigilante, he would silently stand; this wasn't the proper time to kill the vigilante, either way the scenery would suddenly change to the dark, tepid streets of Van Leugen, where a handful of IIA Agents were gathered around a crowded intersection, Marlene tossed a vibrant red amulet into a trash can, and in an instant, everyone in the city was turned to ash.

In the following moments there was a flash; Paragon would find himself back inside the warehouse, with no sign of the Taurons, or Bishop. Just the moon peering through the clouds.
 
The blade of war thrust forward. Paragon felt like he was swimming through a marsh, unable to defend himself, twisting his body just so in the smallest of increments...

He managed to keep the weapon from penetrating his torso directly, the metal scrapping along his abdomen, tearing off his armor like paper machete. The wound would have the same effect. For a moment, Bishop lorded over him, blade poised high, ready to strike the killing blow...

Then, mist. A vision. A flash of light. Paragon was back in the warehouse, alone.

He took a moment to gather his surroundings, then drew a deep, weary breath.

"Damn."
 
Deep inside of Aschen frontier space, close to the outer regions:

A small flash of light, followed by a radiant portal near which a small white craft only a few hundred metres in diameter stitched itself together. Inside, was a tribe of the diminutive moth race known as the Leppi. Their vessel was made up of a number of large cocoons connected by thin chords with antennae sticking out of a number of them. No visible method of movement was visible, though on the outside crawled a single moth-like alien. It suddenly stopped, sighting in proximity, the night side of an Aschen world with lights visible on the surface. Using a simple scrying spell this fluffy little moth observed ships in transit around the planet. It was as if the Leppi outside wasn't in a vacuum, with some kind of gentle breeze rustling his fur.

"Oi, I see something!" Collectively moving to the windows all on one side of the craft, fifteen Leppi all peered out of their vessel at a rather odd sight. Odd to them at least. Encased in their protective cocoon-ship, the small moth-like people all gazed intently at the technologically advanced visage in front of them. They'd not seen anything like it! They wondered if there were people inside, and if those people would be interested in buying some things or renting a stage show. Maybe they even had kids! For some reason the group discussing among themselves at what this world may hold.

"We should get closer, I don't think they can see us!" One chimed. "Even better, lets test out that sun net!" Another piped up. The largest of them by a small degree and dressed in luminous green robes nodded. "Let's do both." With that, the ship vanished from existence. A moment later it appeared much closer to the world. Their aim had been a little off and they only narrowly avoided a comparatively huge ship passing them. "Woah, maybe they're Chorda!" "This far out, and not in a city-ship? I don't think so." Antennae of a dozen people twitched. "Open the sun net. Careful not to hit anybody." Several of the little creatures ran into the tunnels connecting the cocoons and grabbed a large sack of dark grey material. "Alright, open it up."

Suddenly appearing on the outside of the vessel each holding a part of this net in their hands, the two little moths bent down and heaved, blasting the bundle in their hands with magic. Within only a few moments a moon-sized disc formed right over the Aschen populated world, with a beautiful pattern covering it. Wafer thin, any ship passing into it would most likely simply damage the friendly greeting, not that it mattered. "It's a success, it worked just as we hoped!" A round of cheers sounded throughout the village as the travellers whooped at the absurdly massive disc now connected to their vessel. It caught the local star's rays, shining so brightly that anybody looking at the night sky would see it.
 
The Aschen Colony of Paradeen...

The arrival of the strange, alien vessel was not unnoticed by the Paradeen authorities, showing up on long range scopes and early warning buoys, there was chaos within one of the numerous orbital defense posts in high orbit above the planet, specially as Commander Cordesh watched the display against the dark, velvety blackness of space. Alarms blared, and the command bridge came to life as all sensor systems began to center in on the alien vessel, zeroing in and calculating it's trajectory.

"All hands action stations! Unidentified alien craft detected! Scramble fighters! Ready the defense fleet!" The Commander called out, while the Command crew of the Defense Station Edom worked quickly to adjust the angle of the defense station, where the heavy anti-ship Magnetic Acceleration Cannon would be centered on the strange alien craft.

"Move it people! We have confirmed Xenos incursion two nine seven carom one one eight! CBDR! This is not a drill!" One of the CIC Lieutenants called out, as the station was rocked by an accelerating Punisher class battleship.

"Edom, Vigilant Actual, I'm moving in on an intercept course for the alien craft now, weapons are hot and we've scrambled fighters!"

Cordesh watched quietly as the Punisher class Battleship accelerated hard towards the strange sight, it's crew working like a well-oiled machine to prepare the vessel for battle, mammoth deck guns swiveled to life, turbodisruptor batteries acquired their targets, and one by one, the lights on the surface began to go dark, as the authorities called for civilian evacuations, and began cutting power to the cities to make it more difficult for orbital bombardment to target civilian infrastructure.

It was at that moment the ship seemed to jump, it narrowly missed the intercepting Punisher class Battleship, which banked hard port and tried to reacquire the target.

Cordesh grunted, and then called out to his Executive officer. "Gods damnit! Get those planck packs online now!"

Fear, pandemonium, and outright panic gripped the Aschen world as a large dazzling disc of patterns filled the skies above the Aschen planet, targeting solutions were lost, and the people all across the planet panicked as local authorities ushered them into their civil defense shelters.

Cordesh was almost blinded, but gave the order.

"Fire the main gun!"

Turning on it's axis, the Edom fired it's main gun, hurling a projectile roughly the size of a school bus at a fair fraction of the speed of light, though it was unlikely the projectile would strike true against the vessel given the massive distraction. Nonetheless the massive station shuddered as it fired, while the Vigilant moved quickly, launching roughly a dozen Raptor Talon interceptors towards the strange, alien vessel.

"Unidentified Xenos Vessel, you have trespeassed against the sovereign space of the United Aschen Empire... identify yourselves at once, lower your shields and weapons, and surrender immediately, or you will be destroyed!" The Commander of the Vigilant warned, already put on edge from the display.
 
"Hey, all the lights are going out." One of the Leppi said quietly. "Hey, yeah. Maybe it's late for them, and they're all going to bed." Another replied. "I doubt that, cities don't usually do that all at once." A third chimed in. "Why would they do something like that?" The group chatted among themselves as they awaited a response. Said response came to them in the form of a very quick shape that whizzed past their village, clipping an antenna and knocking it off. "What was that?" Queried a small purple Leppi on the outside of the village. "Maybe they don't have breaks." His friend replied.

"The sun sail is even bigger than I thought, you don't think it's annoying them maybe, and they want us to go away?" A pink Leppi asked nervously. "Nonsense, everyone loves us!" Her brother replied confidently, resplendent in orange and red. "Although they sound kinda angry. Who here speaks human?" The orange and red one asked. "I do! They said we're trespassing and told us to surrender and get rid of our weapons and shields." A dark grey Leppi in a hood started bundling a string together, humming to herself. "Hmm...and...done!" At once, an enormous face appeared on the disc on both sides as if projected onto it's surface. Thankfully her darkened colors made her less blinding to sight. "As if we have weapons and shields." Another murmured, which amusingly was picked up ever-so-faintly on the display.

"Hello! I am Biyu, I speak for my village!" Her accent sounded like some mix between spanish and chinese and was thick as honey, everyone in the vicinity including those on the planet could hear her loud and clear - though not overwhelmingly loudly. "We have no weapons on board, or shields, and we're open for business! We have plenty to sell, and plenty of money, and Lili and Mordecai have been practicing a great show~!" She explained cheerily, even without a human face it was obvious that she smiled as the region around her eyes perked up like a happy child.

Shortly after, the face vanished from view and was again replaced by the gorgeously crafted pattern on the sun disc, though just to be sure the rather bashful purple one reigned it in a little, making the moon-sized disc slowly recede to a more manageable size. "Jeez, they did sound angry." The purple one said softly. "Don't worry, if they shoot at us we'll just jump away and try again tomorrow when they're in a better mood." The largest among them said sagely. "Have any of you heard of a "xenos"? That's the only word I didn't recognize." The dark grey speaker known as Biyu asked. "Hmm, oh, you don't think, they think we're someone they know?"
 
The CIC of the Defense Station Edom was oppressively quiet, even as the commander quietly assessed the situation. Paradeen was in a panic, the planetary defense force was being scrambled, as much was evidenced by several flashing green icons on the large holographic projection in front of Commander Cordesh. When the one known as Biyu spoke, the sound of it's voice stirred the people down on the planet into more of a panic, as the authorities tried to corral the stampede of people within the city streets.

Dozens more flickered onto the Edom's sensors, as a small strike group of ships winked in roughly half an AU away from Paradeen.

Commander Cordesh zeroed in a moment, bringing up the screen to magnify on the new contacts. "It's a Reverence..."

The thirty-kilometer long, rather bulbous looking vessel took point, while several large and angular vessels fell back slightly, readying their weapons emplacements to open fire.

"Defense Station Edom, this is Admiral Claire Hanley, with the Imperial Defense Force, standby your weapons and prepare to link up for assistance!"

"Bring us about." The Admiral ordered, as alarms began to blare around the CIC of the Reverence II, Esteem, a massive planetary assault carrier that, at one point was the pinnacle of Aschen combat engineering. The bulbous form of the carrier eased slowly into an attack angle, exposing roughly five hundred weapons emplacements in it's ventral side.

She looked to the display, and grit her teeth slightly, then she keyed up the comms to a nearby Athena class missile carrier. "Pyxis, this is Esteem Actual; ready missiles, standard combat spread, nuclear ordinance."

"Targeting solution acquired." The Pyxis replied.

Moving to another display, she grasped the console and turned to the Commander of the Esteem's Fighter group. "Launch the alert raptors, and get marine strike forces onto their condors in one millicenton, we're going to seize that ship." She said, her voice lowering into a growl.

"Plancks charged and ready!" A bridge officer called out.

"Esteem, engage planck packs, do not let these aliens escape!" Claire ordered out.

As the thirteen-ship strike force began to close in on the Leppi vessel, a strange metaphysical net was cast over the region, originating from the Reverence II that was fast on approach; a net that would hamper faster-than-light travel, portaling, teleportation, and many other forms of transit that left real space, magical or otherwise.

One of the Athena missile cruisers prepared to open fire, armored bay doors sliding back to reveal a singular Avenger class nuclear missile, carrying a 1.5 Gigaton fusion warhead. The Athena class carrier had garnered a lock, while the Reverence II began to deploy fighter craft, thousands of Raptor Talon starfighters swarming from the belly of the ship, and closing in on the singular Leppi vessel.

"Unidentified Alien Craft, this is the United Aschen Empire's Imperial Defense Force; prepare to be boarded, resistance will be met with force."
 
"Woah, look how big some of their ships are!" One of the Leppi exclaimed excitedly as she watched the bulbous-looking Reverence class ship turn sideways, gazing at the shining systems on the side. "They sound kinda serious, don't you think?" Another asked, somewhat worriedly. "I'm sure it's just a prank or something, after all, they haven't done anything to hurt us yet right?" A third assured the others confidently. This was the orange one again.

"Well it sounds like they wanna do business here so we don't have to dock." Biyu told them. "They said they're gonna board us, and resistance will be met with force. So uh..." The others looked at each other. "Oh god you don't know we have contraband do they?" One asked scaredly. "Bah, they couldn't. It'll be fine, we wouldn't go to jail for a couple drugs. Just let me do the talking and we'll be okay." Biyu told the others. "Well yeah, you're the only one who talks human anyway."

"Alright, open the ship up so they can come aboard then. Do it slowly, I think they're on edge." The largest said. "Wait, before you do." Biyu suggested. She cast another spell quietly, and again her face came up but this time much smaller. "We will not resist. We wish to open the village gate to let you on board." Biyu announced with her face on the now much smaller screen. This would have to do, since it seemed the humans weren't using any modern methods of communication.

"D-do we have permission to open the gate?" She asked, her voice wavering a little now. She couldn't help but feel scared for some reason, like something was wrong. "Remember guys, no sudden moves, they seem kinda spooked already." The largest told the others, as they began to head towards the main gates so they could greet the humans.
 
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