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[RubyC42]

Welcome to the Roleplay dedicated to The Guardian Legend - Naju Nexus!

This is Season 01, Episode 02/03, for S01E01 please see here

Setting - The Planet Naju

             After the events of the original Guardian Legend where Miria successfully diverted the planet's course from crashing into Earth; Some of the Earth's inhabitants, eyeing all kinds of possibilities with it, have decided to attempt a permanent colonial settlement on it.

             Due to the hostile environment of the planet, a full-scale terraforming project was required for civilian and military colonisation. Currently only portion of the surface has terraformed enough for habitat; its current boundaries well defined on the Naju atlases named "Habitability Boundary". Venturing outside the boundary is possible; but would be lethal without use of specially constructed protective suits, or only possible for other non-biological or native beings.

             The planet's surface geography is nearly evenly sliced in two by a mountain range that spreads throughout the full circumference. Giving the rise to the terms "Front side" and "Back side" of Naju that describe the opposing sides of the surface worlds. The "Front side" contains all odd-numbered "Areas" and all the terraformed, habitable zones; while the "Back side" contains all even-numbered Areas (except Area 0) with its composition nearly unknown to the population of "Front side".

             The "core" capital colony of Naju, "Naju Central", the  "Area 0" of Naju; houses virtually all functions of Naju colony: The administration, military support, transport, and containing the bulk of Naju population. The spaceport included: "Naju Central Airport", serves as the main gateway to other Areas of Naju, as well as the main landing/departing site for space-shuttles and spaceships

             The Corridors below the Naju surface are still intact, known as the "Below Surface Worlds", but except for accidental opening of Corridor 19 in Area 9 and just outside the Habitability Boundary (Posts 03~11); all other corridors remain undisturbed and almost the entire non-military population of Naju are blissfully unaware of their existance.

             The inhabiting Monsters/Aliens of Naju are still present, some in robotic form, and while they have largely been hidden away from the colony during the terraformation; many are rapidly resurfacing and threatening the colony. This caused a near constant deployment of various generations of Guardian Fighters to constantly keep the alien invasion in check.

But it's only a matter of time before it becomes uncontrollable...

Summary of the previous Episode (up to Post 42)

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             What appeared to be a routine terraforming task turned into disaster when one of the terraforming cruisers: USF Compile, was hijacked by SHODAN who used it to reawaken the dormant monsters that had been hidden away in Naju's Below Surface Worlds. John Targa and Akrn Salthic were deployed onboard USF Compile to investigate on the situation while other Guardian Fighters (Amet, Killian, Samuel, Letty & Maiorico) were sent on scouting missions to assess the scale of the disaster (of which only Area 1 was deemed in threat to call for temporary evacuation, while Amet never made it to his destination and crashlanded on the Back side of Naju).

             John and Akrn were quickly left in a precarious situation when SHODAN transformed the cruiser into a System Shock 2 styled Survivor-Horror. Although they were united with some allies along the way, John felt that only a full destruction of the cruiser would save Naju from being totally annihilated by SHODAN. He successfully crashed the cruiser a small distance from Naju Central's Airport with all cast surviving the crash but leaving the airport and segment of the city in a heavily damaged state.

             Amet found himself in the unknown land after crash landing, while he attempts to try contact with Naju Central, he meets up with another inhabitant Rey Seightmour; together, they head back to Rey's hideout, while also attempting to gather as much information about the unknown lands of the Back side.

             Meanwhile, a soldier from a far, far away world made an energency reentry in Naju...


Current list of RPers (and their primary character)
* - Currently not taking part

• Donloteion* - Murahan Korik
• EinhanderZwei* - John Targa
• UserK* - Rey Seightmour


• RubyC42 - Akrn Salthic
• Spudacus - Malcom Jurthaen
• Souperion - Sebariel Talaince

[Souperion]

-Post 43-
Day 3: 5:00 AM—Naju security post.
“We mustn’t forget area 9’s breach, Sebariel. We’ve lost contact with the security force there, before the com-block.”
Sebariel and Halex, a slight built scout still in camouflage, were in council, discussing recent events.
Sebariel flinched at this. He knew the terraforming laser had hit that area, and was worried what the changes there could cause.
“That’s where the invaders are coming from, isn’t it?”
Halex nodded, dark brown hair cascading down his thin face.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll head in there in hour.”
“Alone? You may have years of experience behind you, Sebariel, but these monsters aren’t your usual creatures.”
“No, I’ll find the Guardian Fighters. If what I fear has happened, their aid will be invaluable. Besides,” he added, seeing Halex’s shock at his choice to bring rookie fighters with him, “they are no longer rookies. I trust in their abilities.”
Halex nodded slowly. “Alright then, I’ll get back in the field. I have heard reports of anomalies in area 3.”

As Halex left, the front door opened, and in walked a security staff member, a Guardian, and a metal clad individual.
“Sir, we have something you need to see,” said the officer, and he turned to the female Guardian, “Mechiko, please report.” Then the officer walked out.
Letty stepped forward, “Sir, this is the pilot of a spacecraft that burned up in the atmosphere, earlier this morning. Uh, he identified himself as Malcolm, a ‘Spartan’, and requested to be able contact Earth, or some ‘Aperture’.

Sebariel knew this breed of super soldier, and looking at the Spartan, realized that he knew this Spartan as well. He remembered 3 years ago, SAFE, his employer, was involved in locating a rebel base for the UNSC (Spartans’ leader). They found it in a residential area, and reported the findings, and a plan to evacuate civilians before the UNSC moved in. The UNSC wasn’t willing to wait, given the growing threat of the group, and set about on a torch and burn operation. Sebariel worked hard to save people as the UNSC’s air force leveled almost the whole district. He remembered seeing a Spartan squad emerging from underground warehouses, after clearing them of illegal weapon caches. The machine-like soldiers marched toward a helicopter that was landing for extraction. Sebariel felt rage well up as they indifferently moved through the wreckage of people’s lives, and then saw him; the dark green Spartan kneeling over a burned body, tenderly closing the eyes of a slain young child. As the Spartan looked up, Sebariel and he locked eyes. Sebariel didn’t try to hide his anger. He glared scathingly at what he saw as just a robot. After a moment, the Spartan rose and join his squad, and as he waited to board the chopper, his head hung low. Sebariel felt a gnawing feeling that this one seemed to be different...
Shaking his head, Sebariel returned to reality.

“Malcolm, eh? How’d you end up here?”
The soldier looked into Sebariel’s eyes. He knew this man, the one who gave him the killing look at the massacre. He remembered his name too.
“Sir, my ship was out of fuel from warp speed and I needed an emergency landing. I require contact with Aperture Laboratories.”
Sebariel raised an eyebrow in surprise. Most Spartans were much more demanding, or imperative. He decided respond with such civility.
“I’m afraid we are currently incapable of contacting anyone outside of a 5000 foot radius. We have suffered a hack from a sadistic super-computer, and our airport is suffering severe damage. You are basically stuck here, Malcolm.”
Letty shifted, uncomfortably.
"Um, sir? What are you going to do with him? What is he talking about?"
"He is a Spartan of the UNSC, a human bred and trained for combat.
Letty swallowed hard, while Malcom's eyes narrowed beneath his helmet.
"But this is a most inconvenient complication. Area 9 has gone dark, near the terraforming mishap, and I need capable warriors to accompany me in reconnaissance of the area.”

Malcolm stepped forward.
“I would like to offer my assistance if you would have it.”
Sebariel blinked in disbelief. The Spartan seemed sincere.
“Wait, huh?” Poor Letty was confused by these two’s reactions to each other, as well as the continued complications and the “Spartan” acting so bold yet compliant.
“…Very well. You will be under my command for this operation, Malcolm.” His tone was softer, but firm. “And you Mechiko, I would like to ask for your assistance.”
- Roughly 15 minutes elapsed during this post.-

[RubyC42]

Post 44

Naju Central - Military Base
Time: 05:45 / Approx 30 minutes after Post 43 by Souperion

Prerequisite* - Not long after the event of Post 41, Killian was sent back to Naju Central in order to request assisstance from the Communication Centre on locating Amet, while Akrn and Samuel remained at Area 5. Since at least 4 hours has passed between that event and This post, Killian has already arrived at the Base.


             Letty emerged from the Base's armoury after stocking herself with the arsenal and chips needed for the upcoming mission. Her exit from the armoury was spotted by Killian and Maiorico who were walking down the same corridor that the armoury was located on.

Killian -
      -- Letty! Where you going?
Letty, seeing Killian -
      -- Oh, you're back already? Did you find Amet?
Killian, sighing -
      -- Nope... I just came back to have the Communication Centre help out in tracking his signals and maybe some sort of triangulation will get at least the Area he's trapped in.
Maiorico -
      -- Where you going, though? I thought you were escorting some foreign Pilot to the holding room? Or did another Area just sent out an SOS signal for us GFs?
Letty -
      -- I was, but by some bizarre mix of fate or sinister premonition, the said pilot appeared to have prior relation with Officer Sebariel of SAFE. And on the same topic Sebariel have reported disturbances in Area 9 and has requested for our firepower.
Killian -
      -- Area 9*? Wasn't that the place we first sortied out when the Terraforming Disaster first started?
Letty -
      -- Yep, apparently the Clawbot that was released is wrecking havoc around the area, so we're needed to check up on that.
Maiorico -
      -- If that's the case, I'll get stocked up too!
Letty, seeing Maiorico heading into the armoury and leaving Killian and herself alone, hands Killian a small slip of paper -
      -- While you're there, have the Database look up on these things, too. If you please.
Killian, reads the note, which mentions the request to find out more about UNSC, Reach, Aperture, Spartans and everything else related to Malcolm -
      -- You got it. *starts walking off* well, I better hurry. I wish you all the best and if you need more help just send me a signal.

             The stocked up Letty and Maiorico made their way to the lobby, where Malcolm and Sebariel were waiting.

Letty, to Malcolm and Maiorico -
      -- Rico, this is Malcolm - and Malcolm, this is Maiorico, he maybe crazy at times, but he's very reliable as a GF.
Maiorico, offers his metallic hand, albeit somewhat hesitantly -
      -- H-hello there.

It is now 06:00.

## End Post ##


* - since multi-event posts are discouraged, instead of doing a gap-filling "This happened between Post X and Y", I decided to just shorten it and use a "Prerequisite" note to bring everyone within the same timeline. Hope this is preferred/acceptable.

* - I am also most likely dropping the titles I originally used for the Areas and will now refer them by their number only (Except for Area 0, which remains as 'Naju Central')

[Spudacus]

Post 45
Time 6:01 AM right after post 44, in same setting.

Malcolm takes Maiorico hand in a firm shake
-?Hello, Maiorico. It?s an honor to serve with you and Letteria. I hope we can cooperate under these? unusual circumstances.? Pleased by a respectful tone, Maiorico?s confidence returned with a grin.
-?Well amico (friend) you?ll get the honor of seeing one of the most fantastico(fantastic) GF on Naju!? Letty punches his shoulder
-?Rico! Stop showing off, Akrn and Tetharil are way better than you!?
-?[ caza [/i] (What)!? I said one, didn?t I?!? Malcolm laughs, while Sebariel shakes his head.
-?I?ve learned we all are a little crazy. Besides confidence is luxury I haven?t had for a long time.? His voice drops as he is reminded of the desperate battles he fought on Reach, but Letty didn?t catch that last part.
-?Uh, sorry what??  Sebariel, impatiently:
-?Guardians, cut the chatter and follow me. Our transport will be arriving at the helipad within minutes? He began to ascend a nearby stair case, followed by Malcolm and the GFs, but Maiorico wasn?t satisfied.
-?Eh, what transport? I thought all Naju?s airforce was grounded with the pile up at the terminal!? Sebariel didn?t bother looking over his shoulder to respond.
-?That is true. But SAFE has their own resources, and a helicopter is en route to take us to area 9.? Letty, behind Malcolm.
?A helicopter? Isn?t that an old model to use?? They reached the top, which lead them to the roof top which didn?t look much like a helipad.
?It?s the best at our disposal that doesn?t need a runway. Now Guardian Mechiko, did you equip the bullet shield model that I issued you?? Letty nodded, remembering it was a relatively new weapon model, a level two system for defensive tactics.
-?Good. And Maiorico, is your grenade launcher equipped?? Playfully tossing a grenade in his hand:
-?All systems bene (good) to go!? The humming of rotors started to be heard and some twenty feet away the helicopter approached. Imitating Rico?s Italian:
-?Va bene (all right) Then we?re ready for deployment.? Sebariel was holding a compact combat shotgun, and was loading it as the speaking went on. Malcolm had been reequipped with his DMR, which he held at his side, his pistol holstered and the gravity hammer shouldered. They group formed a wide circle as the chopper landed and then seated up. There was silence for initially, but Rico:
-?Now to see some real action! My combat algorithms have been minimo (idle) for too long! While the flamboyant Italian seemed completely confident, Letty was fidgeting nervously.
This made Malcolm concerned and hoping to be of comfort he reached out to her.
-?Letaria, something wrong??
-?Umm, the last time we went to area 9, this huge machine appeared that fired all these beams and missiles. None of our weapons damaged it, and it smashed the place.? Malcolm turned to Sebariel, wanting to see what his plan was.
-?We?re not aiming to engage the invaders directly, Guardians. We?re scouting around the initial terraforming crater to identify their emergence point. Since the closest installation was completely destroyed, any close settlements need to be examined. Maybe the locals know something.? Suddenly, the pilot spoke over the choppers comm.:
-?A small settlement is within three kilometers of the crater site, identified as Luir. There?s smoke on the horizon, sir.? Sebariel narrowed his eyes.
-?Drop us off two kilos away. Guardians, I want you to provide air coverage in fighter form as Malcolm and I move in.?
-?Yes sir!?
-?Si Signore (Yes sir)!? The Maiorico leapt from his seat, performed an elaborate flip, and jetted away.
-?RICO! Wait for me!? Letty sprung after him in and entered a seamless diving transformation. As they flew along side the chopper, Malcolm turned his attention the strange fact that his AI Chyrl had been silent for almost an hour. Reaching via their mental connnection he searched for her.
-"Chyrl? Whats wrong? You havn't given me a conclusion." Her response was tinged with an emotional mixture he never heard from her, a blend of animosty and fear.
-"He hears me. Feels me. Muffles me." This shocks Malcolm. Being able to hear Chyrl would require either synchronized neural implants or psionic powers. Suddenly Sebariel's dark eye seemed a more sinister force. If he was suppressing Chyrl, was Sebariel really trusting the Spartan? Should he be trusted?
Time is about 6:25
End Post
PS: the Author apologizes for any poor/incorrect italian, his is based entirely off Assassin's creed 2

[Souperion]

Post 46     
Area 9, near Luir
6:30 AM- 5 minutes after Post 45.“Stay in a holding pattern, and keep your distance.”
Sebariel and Malcolm jump out of the helicopter, with smoking Luir just in sight. Malcolm sets off at strong pace at once, shifting into his mission mind set. Sebariel is hard pressed to keep pace, but manages to keep up, soon breathing hard.
To keep his mind off physical strain, he reflects on the Spartan. Using his psionics to peruse Malcolm’s mind, in effort to uncover his emotions about the mission, he had discovered some form of neural augment. Sebariel had heard of cybernetic mind enhancements used to control or regulate Spartans, which made him more suspicious. He decided to suppress it, to see just how Malcolm acted without it.
Soon, the settlement was close. Malcolm commented,
“Stay alert, there’s no knowing what’s here.” Sebariel replies,
“Agreed, watch out for the invaders. According to our reports, they are highly diverse in form.” His pupils dilate rapidly, and a blue blade of energy forms out of his left gauntlet. Malcolm nods in acknowledgement, and turns to Luir.

The area was reduced to a wasteland from the terraforming disaster. Most of the humble structures were ruined and crumbled, save a large warehouse that seemed to be mostly intact. After looking around for a while, the two resolve to check it out. Sebariel calls to Malcolm
-“I’ll check that structure out,” motioning to the warehouse, “cover me.”
-“Roger that. Be careful.”
Sliding his shotgun over his shoulder in its sling, he moves up to the large doors. Looking around, he sees no dials or panels on the thing, so he resolved to knock. After three loud clangs on the door he steps back, with a rugged sounding voice quickly answering from the other side.
-“Beat it, brutes! Yer not comin’ in here!”
Malcolm, coming up to the door at the sound of survivors, yells back;
-“We are here to help! Open the doors; we are not your enemies.”
The two hear several voices conversing in hushed tones behind the metal doors, an then,
-“Volt!”
Malcolm looks to Sebariel in confusion, while Sebariel quickly searches memory. This was an old security challenge, but he knew he was familiar with the counter sign…
   -“Chrome!” He calls back after a short moment. They hear excited voices inside.
The doors slowly scrape and creak open, revealing a dirty, tattered man with a full beard and what looked to be a full shotgun, and a few armed yet scared looking men and women.
-“Eh, yous ain’t any them monsters. Shoulda told me yous was human, we’ve been stuck here fer almost two days!” The bearded man lowers his weapon and steps forward, grinning with relief. Malcolm stepped forward, hand outstretched in a gesture of peace.
-“We are glad to see survivors. How many of you are there? Can you tell us what happened?” The man takes his hand in a firm shake, while Sebariel startles at a thought; the man had called a challenge. This form of field identification was used to identify friendly forces. Could the monsters TALK?

-“There be some forty more o’ us down in that there warehouse, Mr…”
-“Malcolm.”
-“As fer what happened, I dunno if I can rightly tell ya. After some big laser hit some ways off, swarms o’ varmints be running all o’re the place, so we all hunkered down in heres.” Sebariel shook his head.
-“We’re glad we found you. We’ll worry about additional information later. I’ll call in for an extraction for you people.” He switched on a transceiver and lifted it to his mouth.
-“Pilot, I’m requesting an air lift on my position, over.”
-“Roger that, on the way.”
Sebariel is about to lower the transceiver, but it starts vibrating to signal an incoming transmission.
   -“Sebariel here, who is…”
   -“Sir! This Letty, over!” her voice sounds urgent. Malcolm, hearing her tone, walks closer to hear, as Sebariel responds;
   -“I read you Letty. What’s wrong?”
   -“Sir, we’re picking up a large energy source, about five kilometers north of your area, and it’s moving pretty fast!” Rico adds over the radio,
   -“Signore! It could be that robot that attacked the area earlier!” He sounds excited. Malcolm, now concered,
   -“Do we have time before the chopper gets here?” Sebariel looks up, and sees it coming.
   -“We can get one load of people out of here safely. Tell the rest to take cover inside!” Lifting up the transceiver,
-“Letty! Maiorico! I need you overhead, ASAP!”
The chopper, now carrying 20 refugees, lifts off quickly, heading toward the central zone. Malcolm looks to Sebariel.
   -“What exactly are we up against here?” as he climbs over a pile of rubble, securing himself some cover.
   -“Some sort of airborne robot, with a powerful front based laser and missile systems, according to reports. I don't know if we can even stop it ” He had moved into a wrecked structure, steeling himself against whatever was to come. Malcolm, now scanning the sky with his DMR, nodded.
   -“Well, folks need heroes.”
End Post. Time elapsed, approximately 1 hour 5 minutes

[RubyC42]

Post 47
Edited 5th May - Translated some of Rico's words into Italian

Area 9 - Ruins of Luir
Time: 07:35 / right after Post 46 by Souperion

             Maiorico could be seen perched on the roof of an abandoned building, already transformed back to walking mode - while Letty remained as a fighter mode and was hovering directly above the location of Malcolm and Sebariel by request of Sebariel, not far behind the current location of Maiorico.

Letty, to Maiorico -
             -- Seeing anything, Rico?
Maiorico, its eye-cam zooming in on various locations in the horizon -
             -- Nulla... the smoke's too thick to see anything for definite, even the infra-red signals are blurry. It's as if they're deliberatly obscuring their true identity...
Sebariel, from below, through the transceiver -
             -- Wait, are you saying that it's not the metallic bot we're expecting from the reports?
Maiorico -
             -- Oh no, it's not that, the energy signature matches it to the Clawbot perfectly. I am more worried if there are any other tirapiedi (minions) that we need to worry about, since from the current observations, there appears to be MOLTI di loro (lots of them).
Sebariel -
             -- What, and how many "tirapiedis" are we talking about, exactly?
Maiorico, scanning the area -
             -- Anywhere from 30 to 75 of them, consisting of smaller aircrafts and robots. Current estimate shows they'll be arriving within next 8 to 10 minutes.
Letty, to Sebariel -
             -- Do we have enough time to extract the survivors out of here?
Sebariel, looking at the departing helicopter -
             -- We already got half of them out of here, the rest have been told to remain inside the Warehouse where they were originally hiding out. We have to protect this structure at all costs!
Letty -
             -- Yes sir!
Maiorico -
             -- Sissignore!

             With that, the first sign of the incoming invaders could be seen in the horizon, their shadow poking through the mist of smoke before the other identifiable features becomes clearer as they neared the group.

Letty, somewhat nervously -
             -- Well, here they come, whatever they are...
Maiorico, getting his rifles ready -
             -- Andiamo!

Roughly 10 minutes elapsed in this post.

## End Post ##


* - I know the screenshot shows Area 10 instead of 9, but it's mostly used to demonstrate easier the enemies the team will be facing.

[Spudacus]

Post 48
Area 9, Ruins of Luir
Time 7:55 ten minutes after Post 47 by Rubyc42
Fixated on the approaching dust cloud through his DMR?s scope, Malcolm suddenly makes out the form of a red robotic creature, running at break neck speed.-
-?I have visual! Engaging!? firing off a few rounds, he watches the head components crumble and the body stilled. But the sky is suddenly teeming with small, agile fighter crafts and a wide row of robots tear across the ground.
- ?Letty, Rico, target those air units! Malcolm, you and I take the ground!? As the robots closed in Sebariel raised his shotgun at the nearest, and fired. Though the machine exploded, a cluster of small jelly creatures remained in its wake. Firing another round, he takes cover behind a concrete wall as more approached. Above, Letty was performing evasive maneuvers as Rico fires two rifles at her pursuers.
-?Ha hahaha!  Eat plasma death, morire(Die)!?
-?Rico get them off me!!? Letty activates her bullet shield, producing a matrix of swirling energy bolts, absorbing the fighter?s bullets. Happy to comply, Rico deftly destroys several with rapid firing, but some get to close to Letty?s shield, which quickly fries them. Below, Malcolm quickly burns through his ammo trying to kill the charging robots as they surrounded the warehouse, leaving bizarre trails of pulsating slimes. Sebariel frantically tries to destroy them before they reach the civilians, slashing down the chargers with his psy blade and blasting the slime clusters. Rico fires both rifles at different targets amidst a growing cloud of smoke. As he stoops to reload, he?s suddenly struck from behind by a laser.

-?Se Caza?!? as he falls to his knees from shock, a blue variant of robot leaps to his roof top. It begins to raise its sledge like fist over his head, but is broken in two and disintegrated as Letty broadsides it at top speed.
-?My turn to save your life, Rico!? Getting back on his feet Rico raises his right rifle in salute.
-?Grazie Madonna! But this isn?t over yet!? He whips around, facing another jumper with a barrage of plasma and kicks the scorched pieces off the roof which squishes some slimes. Taking a chance to reload, Sebariel leans against some rubble looking for Malcolm. Having been surrounded by chargers, Malcolm had drawn his pistol and fired both his guns as he dodged several jumper beams. Pumping his shotty, Sebariel rose to assist him, but is bowled over by an unseen charger. Smashing into a wall, he curses as blood streams from his face and hands, shotgun knocked aside. The looming machine raises it?s fist like an anvil above his head. Malcolm see?s Sebariel about to die, but has a swarm of slimes between them. But he has one gambit to play. His left arm has an experimental portal device, able to temporarily create portals at the cost of his shielding.
-?Insufficient shielding.? Chyrl reminds him that his shield are already below half, dangerous to risk.
-?Good enough!? He fires a portal on the wall behind the charger and beneath him, drawing the gravity hammer. Right as the robot was going to crush Sebariel, he falls through the quantum tunnel and brings the hammer down on it, shattering its frame. Sheathing the hammer he hoists Sebariel to his feet.

-?You still combat effective?? Wiping the blood from his face Sebariel cracks a smile.
-?Why, you need a break? Thanks, Spartan.? Letty?s voice pops up on the comm, sounding worried.
-?Guys? I think they?re retreating!? Looking out, they see the chargers and jumpers leaving the debris littered battlefield. Still on the roof, Rico fires a few more blasts at the departing fighters.
-?Bon viago, had enough of Maiorico?s fury?? Sebariel bend over picking up his gun, scowling.
-?Stay frosty, Maiorico. I think they're regrouping. That claw bot's signiture it getting stronger on radar.? Letty lands next to Rico, her chips nearly depleted and out of breath. Wiping her forhead:
-"Do you think we can even beat it, sir?" Checking his low ammo, Sebariel's grip tightens. A low rumbling noise starts picking up.
-"Anything is possible, Letty."
End post, approx. 15 minutes elapsed

[RubyC42]

Post 49

Area 9 - Ruins of Luir
Time: 08:10


Letty, looking around, trying to think of some sort of plan -
             -- Do we have time to get the remaining survivors out of here? *looks to the horizon, then to Sebariel* where's the helicopter?
Sebariel, speaking into transceiver, then to Letty -
             -- Should be back any minute now. How long before the Clawbot arrives?
Maiorico -
             -- [No idea], I'd say 15 minutes, tops.
Malcolm, while guiding the remaining survivors to the landing site -
             -- So we are to bail ourselves out together with the remaining refugees?
Chyrl, the cybernetic mind enhancement of Malcolm, continuing to offer the glowing obvious -
             -- Insufficient time.
Maiorico -
             -- Shall we just [have a go] and blast it instead?
Letty, remembering the failed operation from few days ago (Posts 5~12) -
             -- What are you, crazy?! You'll just get yourself and all of us killed!
Sebariel, trying to keep the situation under control -
             -- Calm down Letty, panicking will not get you anywhere either. *the helicopter lands and Malcolm is loading the remaining survivors in* Alright, once we're set we're going to head to the Safe-Zone to unite with the rest of them. I want you, Letty and Maiorico, to continue offer air-support en-route!
Maiorico -
             -- [You got it!]
Letty, still nervous -
             -- I... uh, ok.

   Not long after the take off, the signals in Letty and Maiorico's detection systems are picking up a massive spike in energy levels from behind them. Letty's camera located inside her Flight-Module confirm sight that the regrouped invaders are closing in fast on the lot.

Letty -
             -- Erm Guys? They're closing in on us!
Maiorico -
             -- At this rate we're all going to get swarmed before we even get half-way to the Safe-Zone!

             With that, the whole group places their eyes on Sebariel - hoping for some kind of guidance or decision from him.


Duration of this post is open for interpretation  (could be 25 minutes, could be 1 hour)

## End Post ##

[Souperion]

Post 50

9:00 AM- Over area 9-

Sebariel isn’t new to pressing matters, but the situation is far from optimal. He glances behind them, and reckons that there were too many for Rico and Letty to handle alone, and the Claw Bot was now visible. He realizes it is time to take chances.
“Alright, we can do this. Rico, Letty, evasive maneuvers, lead them away! Malcolm, I’ve got an idea, but it puts us at risk…”
“Just tell me what to do.”
“We can’t draw these things into the safe zone. You and I are going to have jump.”
“You serious?”
“We can handle it on the ground, if we work this right, but we can’t jeopardize these people and the safe zone. I might be able to reach a friend, too.”
“Got it. Hold on to me!”
Without another word, Malcolm takes hold of Sebariel, and jumps out into the wasteland below, activating his armor lock.
Rico watches the chopper soar away, and then diverts his eye to the incoming invaders.
“Letty, if you’ll watch my back, I’ll break their ranks, va bene?”

“K, just be careful.” Letty is still in a bit of a panic, but Rico’s confidence strengthens her resolve. The two start darting across the sky, Letty filling the air with energized death, Rico with his new grenades. Down on the ground, Malcolm fires off his pistol, while Sebariel is fixed on the Claw Bot. He had sent out his distress call, and was trying to figure out how to stop the chrome menace. Its rockets were easy enough to handle, but its laser was going to be a problem before long. The cannon opened up, gathering energy for another blast. An idea burst into his head. Focusing hard, he directed his psionics at that point, trying to force it upon the Claw bot.
“Momma mia!” Rico rolls away as the energy combustion emits a shockwave through the air. Slightly enraged, he launches a grenade at the Bot, and is quite pleased as the detonation blows the Claw Bot’s main cannon apart.
“Magnifico! How do you like that!?”
“Nice work Rico! Keep yourself in the game though!” Letty dives to shake off some pursuing aircraft. There are simply too many enemies to handle. Malcolm and Sebariel stand back to back, with only blade and hammer to meet the chargers.
“Looks pretty hopeless, Sebariel. Any more bright ideas?”
“Beyond staging a courageous last stand, not much. It’s been a heck a ride, but…”
“Stop. Hammer time.”

Just as both air and ground are filled with invaders, the four hear something different. An engine roar. Coursing across the wastes at a reckless speed is some manner of armored jeep, with plasma machine gun mounted on the back. The machine comes crashing through the host of foes, and Malcolm, seeing an opportunity, leaps onto the platform, taking control of the gun.
“Halex! You crazy beast!” Sebariel recognizes the driver, and the reckless driving style.
“No time to talk, brother. Keep wrecking!” As Malcolm mows down charging robots, Halex zips through the machines. Letty, seeing an opening and hatching a plan, again dives.
“Malcolm! Hold out your arms!” Bewildered, Malcolm quickly complies, looking up. Letty, flying low, snatches him up with the flight module hitches. Pulling up, she heads straight at the Claw Bot, which was still firing missiles off manically.
“Letty, what are you…?”
“Just get ready to smash it!” Coming within meters of the robot, Letty lets go of Malcolm who, without time for the hammer, swings his fist at the damaged section with all the force he can muster. The impact sends him sailing off of the robot, with Letty coming in to pick him up. The blow shatters the Claw Bot’s plating, and the burning wreck crashes to the ground. Rico sails in, shifting to walker mode on top of the wreckage with one leg up on the bot.
“Mess with the best, die like the rest!”

Halex pulls up to the crash, as Letty lands next to Rico, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder. Malcolm stands next to the two, and Sebariel comes to Halex.
"Good to see you again, Halex."
"I'm glad I got here in time, though it looked like you and those gaurdians had it pretty well under controll."
"Thanks anyway. Say, what are you doing here? I thought you said you were heading to area 3."
"I was, and it turns out, Area 9 isn't the only with trouble."
"More Terraforming disasters?" Letty doesn't like that idea at all.
"No, ma'am, but something like it. I wasn't able to pinpoint the problem, but it needs attention. We also havn't had any luck looking for the lost Guardian."
"Amet! Our Piasano still lost out there!" Rico looked to Letty, who nodded in agreement. Malcolm, looking around, adds in.
"How is the progress on the airport? That could be a lot of help right now." Sebariel looks around, and nods.
"We certainly have a lot of options right here for our next objective. I personally wanted to interview some of the survivors, but that is less urgent than other matters. It comes down to this; what should we do?"
-It is now 10:00- (I'll be adding a short description of Halex in the sign up sheet soon)

[Spudacus]

Post 51

10:00 AM, in area 9
Malcolm eyes his empty ammo pouches and then Sebariel?s blood stained hands.
-?I would suggest an evac to resupply, we were hardly prepared to fight a small army. My shields have also been over spent, and need some charging.? Letty checks her chip count.
-?Yeah, I?m pretty much outta chips. And I took some hits up there.? Halex looks them over briefly, then looking at Sebariel, smiling:
-?Looks like that firefight got thick for you. You look like crap, Seb!? Looking at his own wounds, Sebariel shrugs.
-?This is nothing like what I went through at Norion during the phaazon crisis. But yes, we aren?t really fit to stay out here. Can you get us back to the safe zone, Halex?
-?Sure thing, with that mecha-masher gone, the area seems pretty clear. The guardians need a lift too?? Maiorico rolls his shoulders virgorously.
-?Maiorico can always fly, Signore! But I think Madonna   (lady) Letty could use a little reposo(rest).? Letty glares at his beaming face for a moment, but gives a small sigh as she takes a seat in the back.
-?Right, Rico, Keep an eye out for any stragglers. Halex, let?s move.? Sebariel takes shotgun and Malcolm gets on the turret platform, idly leaning on the gun. As the engine guns up, Rico again takes the skies, and they begin the journey back.

After a few moments of silence, Sebariel looks back at Malcolm. Then to Halex:
-?That Spartan saved my life, Halex.? With amused surprise, Halex also takes a look at him.
-?Spartan? I heard that pilot was something unusual.?
-?Very. He?s S-320, Malcolm Jurthain. He was at the torch and burn of colony *Szeroa, way back. But I?m not sure if he?s any different than those killing machines they call Spartans. He?s got some kind of neural lace intelligence, but I?ve been locking it down since I met him.? Halex frowns and brushes his long hair out of his face.
-?Sebariel, you know those Spartans aren?t made to deal with people, their super soldiers. They serve the UNSC who abducted and changed them. Don?t hate him for what his orders are. You and I have had our own controversies**. He?s helping us now, when we could use all the hands we can get.? Sebariel stares at the landscape in thought. Maybe he has been quick to judge. He?d leave Malcolm?s Chryl alone for now, but he would keep an eye on his actions.
Letty in the back wearily reclines,
-?Gee, I hope Akern and the other?s have found Amet. I?m worried sick about him.? Rico pipes up over the comms:
-?Don?t fret Letty, I?m sure they?ve found our wayward comrade and will be waiting for us at casa dolce casa (home sweet home)!? Letty rubs her head in exasperation:
-?What a day, and it?s not even lunch yet!?

Now may be a good time to divert the story back to Akern and co. or Rey/Amet.
End post Approx 5-30 minutes
*Not a real Halo location, made to due to lack of an appropriate existing incident
**Souperion has liberty to divulge "Controversies" whenever necessary.

[RubyC42]

Post 52 (2 parts)

Part 1
in the Safe-Zone far away from Luir, near the border of Area 9 and the Western-Zone of Area 0*

Letty, interviewing the refugees and scribbling notes on a notepad -
             -- ...so you're saying that they suddenly appeared from the West, further than the Habitability Boundary?
Refugee A -
             -- Yes Ma'am, they are nothing like we have seen before
Refugee B -
             -- And next thing we know, the whole village was up in flames! We were the lucky ones to escape alive...

             As the interviewing continued on, Letty passed over pages after pages of the script over to Maiorico, who then passed them over to Sebariel and Hailox who had been taking their needed lunch and reloading their weaponry. After everything was done, the group then huddled together into another tent where Sebariel and Halex had been analysing the scripts.

Sebariel, still looking through the pages -
             -- From the description that we got, it appears consistant that one of the Corridors in Area 9 was either accidentally or deliberately opened which allowed the Clawbot and those minor enemies to flow out in such a quantity.
Maiorico -
             -- The "Corridors"? You mean the ones that link the ground with the "Below-Surface Worlds"?
Sebariel -
             -- From the looks of things, it appears to be the only possibility.
Letty -
             -- I have only heard of them, never thought they are infact real!
Maiorico -
             -- So I guess we will have to go back the place a [big] bung on top of the Corridor's opening and we're done? Si?

   Seemingly determined to get to the bottom of this, Sebariel decided to exit the tent and jump into the driver's seat of the Jeep.

Maiorico, running out after Sebariel -
             -- Ehi! Where you going?!
Halex -
             -- You're not really thinking about heading back to Luir, are you?!

< End part >



Part 2
Corridor 21, The Naju Core - Database Chamber

             Killian Rhodallister could be seen entering a massive, fully computerised chamber. This is where the entire Naju Database is kept, maintained and archived - anything from the population living on Naju, the Guardian Fighters, the original TGL story with Miria, and the like to almost everything else in the wider universe, as known by the people and the data that have contacted Naju during its lifetime. (e.g. contractors)

             Its importance to the Naju infrastructure would be the major reason that not even the Guardian Fighters were permitted access - Killian had to go through tedius security checks and authorisations just to get access to some of The Database's records; and it was only due to the urgency of the Terraforming-Disaster that the Military echelons processed his paperwork in hours.

Database Operator, seeing Killian entering -
             -- Ah, there you are!
Killian -
             -- Found anything?

             The Database Operator went over to the printer and picked up a pile of paper, somehow struggling to keep hold of them as he made his way across the room and placed it on the table in front of Killian

Killian, looking at the pile of paper -
             -- What, all that?!
Database Operator -
             -- Well, you did ask for everything, didn't you?
Killian -
             -- Uhh, yeah I did. Anything of major that would concern Naju as a whole?
Database Operator, points to the top of the pile, where the paper are printed on different colour to differenciate between the rest -
             -- Yep, the top few pages would be what the Database has calculated. Of course there's a high possibility that the results could be outdated since it's been a while since anything related to Aperture had contact with Naju...
Killian, picks up the top page and glances at the summary, visibly shaken by what the Database is postulating -
             -- Well... I'll be damned if this is true***.

             With that, Killian placed the paper back on top of the pile, picked up the lot while struggling with it the same way as the operator had when he carried them from the printer.

Killian -
             -- Well, need to get back to the Base, I hope the Communication Centre have pinpointed which Area Amet Velpiks is currently trapped in...
Database Operator, stopping Killian after being reminded of the name of Amet -
             -- Oh yeah, speaking of which.
Killian, stopping -
             -- What is it?

             The operator went to the console to have the printer print out some more things - when that was done he placed the newly printed papers on top of Killian's already loaded pile, face-down.

Database Operator -
             -- You will need these too****
Killian, Slightly puzzled-
             -- ...oookay then *exits the room*

< End part >



It's now roughly 12:30 (all parts)

## End Post ##


* - Instead of Area 0 containing just Naju Central, I think it will be expanded so that it will accesses all the Areas accessible on the Front Side (like in the actual TGL Game), it could even have more cities and settlements, too.

** - In the game, Corridor 21 is where Miria sets off the Self-destruct and bails out of Naju, in here maybe it could be treated as the real core of Naju - so if the invaders get in there and destabilise the Database it's all over (which also means should SHODAN make a revival, it will be the primary target to take over, although with Naju's security it will be a near-impossible ask - also, Naju Fringe division is unconnected to Naju Core)

If anyone also played Phantasy Star IV, the Naju Core is also an indirect reference to Nurvus of Motavia.


*** - Spudacus has the liberty to come up with whatever the Database came up with.

**** - they are the records about Rey Seightmour, of course that will be UserK to decide on what is on it

[UserK]

Post 53
Location: Rey base camp, -755.4103, -1421.2027 planetary coordinates.
Time: late afternoon.
Previous posts:

 
• Author's timeline: E1P040
• Global timeline: E2P052
• Rey, Amet: E1P040

Amet is fiddling with the old radio equipment. Suddendly, the power led on the rusty box turns blank, as the last drop of electricity available is routed to the nearby deployable turrets. He immediately turns to the incoming danger, rifle in hand, only to see his new partner approaching holding a bent iron rod with two tentacular creatures impaled.

Amet:	Could you could at least set up those turrets to power on completely after target identification?
Rey:	I guess I could. Not my primary interest so far.
Amet:	Is the radio functional? I couldn't find a single active frequency!
Rey:	Of course not.

Disappointment has been growing rampart in the rookie Guardian for the last few hours and this last vague reply didn't help in building a cooperative environment. With a stretch of will, Amet keeps this feeling for himself, as he figures out the harsh irony of mildly hating the first human he has talked to in hours, hours spent in trying to talk to someone.
He silently watches the worn out soldier getting nearby a flat rock. With two pieces of rough wood, Rey pulls off the two dead creatures from the rod before starting to cut them to pieces using the laser beam from his rifle. He picks up the two white nuclei and throws them down the small ridge housing the camp.

Amet:	So I guess dinner is your primary interest right now?
Rey:	Breakfast. We got to boil this meat at least 8 hours before it gives up killing.
Amet:	So we might have some time to talk about what will happen next I guess.
Rey:	Yes.

While the crude preparations were going on, Amet couldn't avoid realizing he was somewhat put off by this guy. Since the beginning, pulling out a single word from him was a real effort. It was like talking dealt pain to him and as much as Amet tried to understand the results of spending years here alone, he had an increasingly prominent feeling of being considered very little.

Amet:	What are we going to do now?
Rey:	We have enough wood. We just make sure water keeps boiling.
Amet:	Yes, I got that. I mean, what are we going to do tomorrow?

No reply. As Rey turns to take some wood, Amet feels his blood pumping up: he jumps back to Rey and as he turns back, Amet sends him to the ground with a punch to the jawbone.

Amet:

Shit dude! What the hell are we going to do? What's wrong with you man! Do you think I am some kind of allucination? I'm here and I'm real damn it! Do you need to got beaten up to figure that out? What are we going to do? To get out of this shit!

Amet immediately realizes he might have been punching him way too hard but to his own surprise, the soldier doesn't seem to suffer the hit as much as expected - "I'm sorry, I don't know what..." the guardian says, while helping Rey to get back up on his feet.

Amet:

Look, I... It's all my fault really but... I saved your life some hours ago. We are a team now. We must communicate. Plan ahead. I believe I won it, right?

As silence fills again the camp, Amet gets the impression nothing of what just happened had any effect. Suddendly, he somehow begins to accept the idea that maybe he really deserved little consideration. Perhaps everything is an allucination.

Rey:	No. It isn't your fault. It is mine. It's just that... I don't know what to do now.
Amet:	What's the damn problem?
Rey:	I hoped to pick up the signal again today. When I turned on the radio and couldn't get it... I just wanted to keep going.
Amet:	But this is not a problem! What are we going to do next?
Rey:	This is the problem. I cannot figure it out. I have a few things to do and I cannot decide what's more important.
Amet:	Nonsense! I tell you we need to get rescued for first! How difficult could it be? We're going to do the rest once we get some help, it's going to be much easier once other Guardians are there. No reason in wasting time. Just leave it to us later. We need to get found.
Rey:	Preferably alive. I almost got killed twice yesterday. I don't want to...
Amet:	And we made it there anyway! Together we made it anyway. We take the risks, now it's time for the good things. We can do more and still keep breathing!

Amet stares at the worn soldier. Somehow he has the impression the gears are now turning.

Rey:	Ok... getting found first. So we need food. For two days at least.
Amet:	What's the deal?
Rey:	We'll take the radio to the Sky Stabber. Up there, we might be able to pick up. We'll have to go through difficult ground and we might not afford hunting.
Amet:	That's the plan!
Rey:	So, tomorrow we'll split in two and go hunting. I'll tell you what you need to catch. And we need clear water.

As Guardian's artillery specialist, Amet clearly understood the need to wait for the better but this wasn't one of those cases.
"I don't see why should I wait for tomorrow" - says the Guardian - "I'll get my part right away". A few minutes later he sets foot outside the camp.

Rey:	Don't forget to bring something for me as well! Perhaps I'll start to truly believe this is happening for real!

Amet thinks
What the hell did he just say?

[Souperion]

Post 54     
12:30 PM Western Area 0: Refugee Camp- Immediately after Post 52 Part 1   
 
Sebariel looks back at Halex, his countenance one of steely resolution.
"Yes, I'm going to get to the bottom of this, right now. I won't let this turn into another Ghathic!" He turns on the jeep, and spins out, heading back toward area 9, calling out,
"I?ll be back in a few hours, if at all!" Rico starts running after him, then whips around.
"I'm going after him! Arrivederci (see you later)!? With that Rico shifts into fighter mode and jets after the jeep. Halex rubs his forehead in annoyance, while Letty bewilderedly looks around.
?What?s up with Sebariel? What?s Ghathic? Why can?t anyone act normally around here?? Halex, looking up, sighs, and starts walking back to the tent, motioning the others with him.

?Ghathic is?was, a small settlement, far off in a remote corner of human space. Long story short, SAFE was informed of seismic uprising around the area, and ordered a small force, myself and Seb included, to keep an eye on the place. Turns out, the seismic was an upwelling of some kind of a nerve gas that burst from the ground around the area, which made the people violently ill. Our force was withdrawn from the town to avoid contamination, and then, a few days later, we were sent in to clean up. This stuff tweaked the people, bad. Made them into monstrous things. What was worse is that they were still human, just with hideous bodies. They plead for help, even as their bodies were warped and going out of their control. Seb and I had to mercy kill these people, without even having the chance to try to help. It hurt him, in the head. This was major controversial point for SAFE, and Sebariel, who once trusted it so much, was more than a little displeased. He was angry with SAFE for the carelessness of that operation, so much that he almost left.?

Letty was unsettled by the tale, as was Malcolm, who had removed his helmet to eat earlier.
?Is this why he hates the UNSC for the Szeroa massacre so much? Was that what made him hate Spartans as he does?? Halex nods, mournfully. He seems ready to space out into thought, but shakes his head.
?Well, I think he will be fine. Rico too. Let?s just let them be for now. We have enough to worry about on hand. Once we have finished with these refugees, we ought to head Naju Central. I need to file a report, and we all need to be ready for what?s next.?
-Time here is now 12:40-

Meanwhile, Sebariel arrives at Luir. Driving around the village, he contemplates where to look. After a moment, he resolves to go to the mining facility nearby, where the Guardian had first encountered the monsters. Once he reaches it, he jumps out, and starts to head towards the crater when he hears on his com,
"Ehi! Signore!" Turning around in surprise, he see's Maiorico landing behind him.
"Rico? What are you doing here?"
"Trying to figure out what you're doing here, Signore. Besides, I wanted in on whatever action is going on!" Sebariel had to laugh. He liked the flamboyant Guardian.
?Just call me Sebariel, amico (friend). I?m here to find the corridor entrance.?
?Bene! I love explosions!? Sebariel smiles again, and motions for Rico to follow him. The two begin to approach the crater, cautiously. Wading through the wreckage, they find a large, broken metal seal, that seemed very old but in very good condition, despite the large fracture splitting the two slides.
?This doesn?t look like a mining seal.? Sebariel looks around, seeing if it had any semblance to nearby structures.
?Maybe it?s the seal, Seberial. Shall we take us a look?? Rico walks up to the seal, and looking around and finding nothing threatening, turns to Sebariel, who is walking up to the entrance.
?Yes, we need to find the root of this problem.?
--They are now around 1:30--

[Spudacus]

Post 55
12:00, an unknown sector of Area 9

Standing at the point of ledge, gazing to the east his face is a craven mask of resentment. His black plated hands clench at his sides, sharing the hue of the rest of his armor. A few locks of metallic silver hair wind around his face from his headgear. A heavy foot steps are heard from his back, but he does not face the sound.

-?You did not come when summoned, ungrateful wretch. The pronged slayer has been destroyed albeit your negligence.? The low, rumbling voice drips with poorly concealed anger.

-?I am called by none. I am a tool no longer.? His own voice had the biting quality of steel, ringing of resentment. This he said finally turning to match the gaze of his confronter. The creature was nearly eight feet tall with large limbs covered in dark blue plating. Its narrow head wore a crested helmet and red runes spotted its armor.

-?From a tool I would expect no gratitude. But a warrior, or whatever it is you claim yourself to be, at least knows the respect of his rescuer. You are quick to forget I bought your freedom from the depths, guardian!? This name was last he desired for himself. Raising his fist up to the creature?s face he declared;

-?I will not hear that name again! I shall scourge all who bare that name until my mortal foe lies broken before my feet!? In emphasis, he produced a red cutter laser that nearly touched the creature?s chin. From its forearm, a long, curved blade whipped out, which it slowly used to push the upheld weapon to the ground. Then, in a mounting voice of command:

-?Insolence will neither avail you, or be tolerated. You know my power, and would do well to not confront it! Your petty rivalry pales before the task of unbinding Naju. The parasites set their teeth into its flesh, and even now the opened corridor is threatened! As the true heir to this world, I shall it released of the chains! The corridors must be opened!? Lowering his arms, the black one looked again to the east.

-?The guardians thwart you, Erajiv. They destroyed the clawbot or, the pronged slayer, as you called it. I shall end them, smite their ruin upon the face of Naju, and the corridors bothered no longer.? Turning his back after this, he fighter shifted and streaked across the sky. Snarling, Erajiv turned to crater entrance of Corridor 19.
-?Very well, Callisto*, but if you fail to heed my call, I will take my claim over your shattered frame!?
*That was the name I picked up for the other guardian
End Post approx 10 min. passed

[RubyC42]

Post 56 (2 Parts)

Part 1
Naju (Backside)
Some distance away from Rey's Base Camp
Time: "Late afternoon" as identified by Post 53

             It's been a long time since Amet used his sniper rifles, an event that was met with relief as it was his sole purpose as the Guardian Fighters' dedicated Sniper, in addition, carrying the heavy equipment was mighty exhausting on this uneven terrain; even if they were used for totally different role here - hunting.

             Over the preceding years he was so used to just picking out targets in one place and have other people pick up the pieces later, the force of habit that had developped made him forget that this time he had to pick up the animals he picked off himself, a task he initially saw as demoralising for a sniper, but given their current predicament he just had to grin and bear it.

             During the course of the next 40 minutes [since end of Post 53] he took down various targets: a slime here, a quadruped there, a flying thingy up there, a mushroom down here - he had no idea what sort of living beings are edible on this enigmatic side of Naju so he had to rely on Rey for proper dietary recommendations. He just thought that there will be at least some animals he picked off that could at least last them until they're rescued out of this place.

             The trip back to the camp was even worse for the Guardian; he had walked pretty far out in order to get a better angle of sight as well as making sure the Camp would not fall in any danger for the duration of the hunt. He found himself needing to take quick breaks every 400 metres or so, so the mechanical gears within his own system can cool down sufficiently to continue the journey - it was brought to the limit having to support the weight of both his gears and the game 'food' he picked. It was also starting to rain heavily on that side of the Naju world, too.

Amet, upon returning to the Base and dropping the huge pile of hunted animals and stuff, smoking* and soaked in rain -
             -- ...so, these enough to last the both of us?

< End part >
== The duration of Amet's trip back to the camp is open for interpretation.
== * - smoking was due to the water vapour coming off Amet's overheated body, which might give him some hideous appearance to Rey



Part 2
Naju (Frontside)
Area 9 - the crater with the opened Corridor 19
Time: Immediately after Post 54 Part 2 (13:30)

             Both Sebariel and Maiorico look downed the gaping hole that is the entrance into Corridor 19, both overcome by curiosity of what may lurk down there. But Sebariel is certain that the Clawbot and the other enemies emerged from his location and he needs to find out where are they coming from and how to plug this hole so they no longer surface and threaten Naju's Colonies.

             Maiorico was visibly unsatisfied when Sebariel told him to stay above surface to watch out for any new hostilities that may come - as Sebariel doesn't want both of them to be trapped in what appear to be the only passageway between the Below-Surface World and the Surface so that should some mysterious person come over and re-close the corridor seal they would be trapped down there, perhaps permanently.

             Though, with the anxiety in finding out about what laid below the Corridor's seal made Maiorico all but too fixated at every move Sebariel made, he was totally unaware that someone was sneaking up behind him.

Maiorico, shouting down the Corridor entrance -
             -- Hey, seeing anyth-

             Before Maiorico could finish his sentence, he felt a huge smack and a massive electric shock striking on the back of his head. A split second later a metallic crash could be heard by Sebariel, who have already entered the Corridor and was about 15 metres below the surface when the crashing sound reached him.

Sebariel, oblivious to what just happened above -
             -- Rico? Everything alright??


< End part >
== It's approx 13:45 on this part.
== Of course, it's noone other than Erajiv that knocked Maiorico out.



## End Post ##