With the threat of an attack, a message is blared from the loudspeakers positioned over the military camps, "Attention all personnel, we are at risk of an attack. All units, man your stations, scramble the fighter jets, prepare the aircraft carriers for combat, all medical personnel to stations 1, 4 and 7. This is not a drill! Pilots are to fly a low altitude scout over Ostus. Ground soldiers are to patrol the borders, medical personnel are to remain at their stations and answer radio calls for where they are needed."
A separate message is sent to OceanTech, "Attention, OceanTech personnel, Ostus is under threat of an attack. Please send a detachment to Ostus military base #2 ASAP".
"Possible reinforcements:
Airdropped drone infantry with prototype jet cargo plane
MQ-10 Drone Platoon for drone strikes and advanced surveillance
She nods. "Well, then. It has been nice to meet the queen of the first nation we have contacted. I am interested to see what sorta food you have to offer. I appreciate our friendship. I'd say that you should be weary of the other nations, some of them appear to be more violent from the observations of my nation's satellites." with that said, she sits down.
The Queen seems humored by Emma's use of the words "be weary of the other nations, some of them appear to be more violent from the observations of my nation's satellites.".
Once Emma takes her seat with her soldiers, the Queen looks towards a large arched door, which then opens automatically, allowing entrance of a relatively small, 5 foot tall drone with a large metal platter in her arms. Upon the platter is an assortment of indistinguishable foods, which the drone sets gently on the table.
The drone then addresses all four visitors at the table, and telepathically announces; Assorted fish intestines.
The Queen gleams delightfully at her four visitors, awaiting to see pleased faces, and waves her giant, clawed hand towards the many assorted intestine dishes:
"Ah, basically, there are other, smaller fairy colonies in the rest of the world too, we'd like Oceantech to inform us of any they find and, if needed, help us relocate those fairies to Archeonia where they can cause less trouble, among other things."
"From the information I have gathered, we would be very weary to be in prolonged contact with Fairies. We can immediately report any sightings of Fairies but it would be preferable if your nation organizes transport instead. Besides they would feel more welcome to work with fellow Fairies then our computerized drone army."
The Queen seems humored by Emma's use of the words "be weary of the other nations, some of them appear to be more violent from the observations of my nation's satellites.".
Once Emma takes her seat with her soldiers, the Queen looks towards a large arched door, which then opens automatically, allowing entrance of a relatively small, 5 foot tall drone with a large metal platter in her arms. Upon the platter is an assortment of indistinguishable foods, which the drone sets gently on the table.
The drone then addresses all four visitors at the table, and telepathically announces; Assorted fish intestines.
The Queen gleams delightfully at her four visitors, awaiting to see pleased faces, and waves her giant, clawed hand towards the many assorted intestine dishes:
Eat. Enjoy!
The soldiers faces were not seen, due to their visors, but they didn't speak up, nor did they really do anything, Emma on the other hand raised an eyebrow and looked up at the Queen with a slight, very slight frown. "Umm....I don't really find this appealing...I don't eat meat, neither does my entire nation..." she says nervously.
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Most of the Drones ignore the flock of creatures perched on their towers, except for one which analyses the creatures. The acknowledgement of the flying creatures is instantaneously shared with the minds of the rest of the Aquon race, including the Queen. The creatures however appear to be of little importance, and so noted in the Aquon hive consciousness to be "non-categorized native wildlife", until further notice.
The drone carries on with his tasks.
The creatures' triangular heads turn suddenly to the drone, all at once. In one smooth, wavelike motion, they shift from sitting to standing, their glowing wings opening as they take flight. Assuming a triangular formation, they zip after the drone, attempting to see what it's doing.
The soldiers faces were not seen, due to their visors, but they didn't speak up, nor did they really do anything, Emma on the other hand raised an eyebrow and looked up at the Queen with a slight, very slight frown. "Umm....I don't really find this appealing...I don't eat meat, neither does my entire nation..." she says nervously.
Queen Avika glares at Emma for a long while, then nods slightly. Her left eye twitches. Her forehead then begins to move, pulsating rapidly as she stares at the assorted fish intestines that begin to change color and form into that of assorted sea vegetables. She then glares at Emma once again:
Satisfied?
The room convulses violently under the strain of her thunderous voice.
The creatures' triangular heads turn suddenly to the drone, all at once. In one smooth, wavelike motion, they shift from sitting to standing, their glowing wings opening as they take flight. Assuming a triangular formation, they zip after the drone, attempting to see what it's doing.
The drone, aware of the creatures change of behavior, nevertheless continues to be unfazed, unresponsive to them while he continues his task of planting structural, flesh-like seeds around the outskirts of the city, alongside another 5000 drones. The seeds themselves appear to be made of their own living tissue, dropping from small ducts in their hands and instantly integrating with the soil of the land upon contact, before sprouting into structures of biomass and growing fast.
Queen Avika glares at Emma for a long while, then nods slightly. Her left eye twitches. Her forehead then begins to move, pulsating rapidly as she stares at the assorted fish intestines that begin to change color and form into that of assorted sea vegetables. She then glares at Emma once again:
Satisfied?
The room convulses violently under the strain of her thunderous voice.
The drone, aware of the creatures change of behavior, nevertheless continues to be unfazed, unresponsive to them while he continues his task of planting structural, flesh-like seeds around the outskirts of the city, alongside another 5000 drones. The seeds themselves appear to be made of their own living tissue, dropping from small ducts in their hands and instantly integrating with the soil of the land upon contact, before sprouting into structures of biomass and growing fast.
She smiles and begins eating up, the soldiers do aswell. The queen can tell that they enjoy this, quite a bit actually.
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She smiles and begins eating up, the soldiers do as well. The queen can tell that they enjoy this, quite a bit actually.
Once the visitors finish eating, the Queen bends over, here house sized head hovering over them as she opens her mouth to regurgitate four melon sized balls of slimy matter that have a surprisingly sweet scent. Standing straight again, she urges them to eat.
An after meal treat?
Seeing that the four do not repsond straight away, she adds: Be not concerned, this is not meat, Neither is it vegetable matter. It is a sweet protein compound that my innards produce to feed my newly born infants.
One of the creatures gently settles on the drone's head as the rest of them find perches on other structures. They watch attentively.
The drone continues to be unconcerned about the creatures behavior and continues his task. Soon, however, the task is done and the five thousand drones will need rest for the coming few hours. They all head to their individual biomass structures. That one drone, stepping up to his own structure, casually brushes the creature from his head before the wall of the biomass melds to his body and swallows him inside. Sealed in.
Meanwhile, the thousands of other biomass structures are continuing to grow, now almost mature for the new wave of drones to arrive.
Once the visitors finish eating, the Queen bends over, here house sized head hovering over them as she opens her mouth to regurgitate four melon sized balls of slimy matter that have a surprisingly sweet scent. Standing straight again, she urges them to eat.
An after meal treat?
Seeing that the four do not repsond straight away, she adds: Be not concerned, this is not meat, Neither is it vegetable matter. It is a sweet protein compound that my innards produce to feed my newly born infants.
Emma nods. "Ah, interesting. Thank you." Emma says sweetly, and they each take the melon sized balls and begin eating. Emma seems to be acting like a child at a candy store.
2 triangular aircraft fly over the land. They scout out the area, and sometimes snap images.
Emma nods. "Ah, interesting. Thank you." Emma says sweetly, and they each take the melon sized balls and begin eating. Emma seems to be acting like a child at a candy store.
Several triangular heads turn slowly to follow the aircraft as they pass overhead. Otherwise, there is no reaction, and they quickly turn away.
Several triangular heads turn slowly to follow the aircraft as they pass overhead. Otherwise, there is no reaction, and they quickly turn away.
"What is that..." the pilot says, zooming in on that area, and the scout soldiers sitting towards the back shake their heads. The aircraft slow down considerably.
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"What is that..." the pilot says, zooming in on that area, and the scout soldiers sitting towards the back shake their heads. The aircraft slow down considerably.
The sudden shift in movement causes them to look back towards the aircraft. Their heads look rather like peculiarly shaped lamps.
The sudden shift in movement causes them to look back towards the aircraft. Their heads look rather like peculiarly shaped lamps.
The aircraft stop entirely, they can see the sleek white aerodynamics of it, the flag of their home nation is on the side of it, painted elegantly into the metal, there are also sleek, thick glass windows. The landing gear deploy and the 2 aircraft land side by side, on one a door opens and a set of retractable stairs is extended. 3 human figures begin stepping out, one has a camera, they are all armored.
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The aircraft stop entirely, they can see the sleek white aerodynamics of it, the flag of their home nation is on the side of it, painted elegantly into the metal, there are also sleek, thick glass windows. The landing gear deploy and the 2 aircraft land side by side, on one a door opens and a set of retractable stairs is extended. 3 human figures begin stepping out, one has a camera, they are all armored.
The creatures watch the armored figures through slits in their angular, helmet-like faces. They all stand, perfectly straight, arms at their sides. Their gaze is strangely disconcerting, like standing in front of a judgmental crowd.
Small pairs of stiff wings flare from their backs, their thick feathers resembling soft, white plastic. It contrasts sharply with their faces, which are the color and texture of wrought iron. A soft, blue glow shines through their wings, and a golden one though the slits in their heads. They stand perfectly still.
The creatures watch the armored figures through slits in their angular, helmet-like faces. They all stand, perfectly straight, arms at their sides. Their gaze is strangely disconcerting, like standing in front of a judgmental crowd.
Small pairs of stiff wings flare from their backs, their thick feathers resembling soft, white plastic. It contrasts sharply with their faces, which are the color and texture of wrought iron. A soft, blue glow shines through their wings, and a golden one though the slits in their heads. They stand perfectly still.
The one with the camera snaps images of these creatures, and another one presses a button on his chestplate, and the stairs retract, the door closing up. They begin spreading out. As if they believe these creatures are simple animals, moving onto other things, the one with the camera taking images of the surrounding landscape, however one of the figures reaches out towards one of the creatures, intending to pet it.
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The one with the camera snaps images of these creatures, and another one presses a button on his chestplate, and the stairs retract, the door closing up. They begin spreading out. As if they believe these creatures are simple animals, moving onto other things, the one with the camera taking images of the surrounding landscape, however one of the figures reaches out towards one of the creatures, intending to pet it.
It doesn't so much as twitch as they lay their hand on its head. Its head feels cool and wobbles slightly underneath the figure's hand.
The one with the camera snaps images of these creatures, and another one presses a button on his chestplate, and the stairs retract, the door closing up. They begin spreading out. As if they believe these creatures are simple animals, moving onto other things, the one with the camera taking images of the surrounding landscape, however one of the figures reaches out towards one of the creatures, intending to pet it.
It doesn't so much as twitch as they lay their hand on its head. Its head feels cool and wobbles slightly underneath the figure's hand.
It doesn't so much as twitch as they lay their hand on its head. Its head feels cool and wobbles slightly underneath the figure's hand.
"Your a cute little guy ain't ya..." he says to the creature, stroking his head gently. The other 2 look over, the one with the camera snaps a photo of what is going on and the other one puts his arms on his hips, in a rather disappointed stance.
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"Your a cute little guy ain't ya..." he says to the creature, stroking his head gently. The other 2 look over, the one with the camera snaps a photo of what is going on and the other one puts his arms on his hips, in a rather disappointed stance.
The creatures' heads start to turn away in unison, like weather vanes when the wind changes. Their bodies remain perfectly still. "You're a cute little guy, ain't ya!" shrill four or five voices at once, each one almost exactly the same as the scout's.
"Possible reinforcements:
Sufficient?"
- C.C.
The Queen seems humored by Emma's use of the words "be weary of the other nations, some of them appear to be more violent from the observations of my nation's satellites.".
Once Emma takes her seat with her soldiers, the Queen looks towards a large arched door, which then opens automatically, allowing entrance of a relatively small, 5 foot tall drone with a large metal platter in her arms. Upon the platter is an assortment of indistinguishable foods, which the drone sets gently on the table.
The drone then addresses all four visitors at the table, and telepathically announces; Assorted fish intestines.
The Queen gleams delightfully at her four visitors, awaiting to see pleased faces, and waves her giant, clawed hand towards the many assorted intestine dishes:
Eat. Enjoy!
"From the information I have gathered, we would be very weary to be in prolonged contact with Fairies. We can immediately report any sightings of Fairies but it would be preferable if your nation organizes transport instead. Besides they would feel more welcome to work with fellow Fairies then our computerized drone army."
- C.C.
The soldiers faces were not seen, due to their visors, but they didn't speak up, nor did they really do anything, Emma on the other hand raised an eyebrow and looked up at the Queen with a slight, very slight frown. "Umm....I don't really find this appealing...I don't eat meat, neither does my entire nation..." she says nervously.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
The creatures' triangular heads turn suddenly to the drone, all at once. In one smooth, wavelike motion, they shift from sitting to standing, their glowing wings opening as they take flight. Assuming a triangular formation, they zip after the drone, attempting to see what it's doing.
Queen Avika glares at Emma for a long while, then nods slightly. Her left eye twitches. Her forehead then begins to move, pulsating rapidly as she stares at the assorted fish intestines that begin to change color and form into that of assorted sea vegetables. She then glares at Emma once again:
Satisfied?
The room convulses violently under the strain of her thunderous voice.
The drone, aware of the creatures change of behavior, nevertheless continues to be unfazed, unresponsive to them while he continues his task of planting structural, flesh-like seeds around the outskirts of the city, alongside another 5000 drones. The seeds themselves appear to be made of their own living tissue, dropping from small ducts in their hands and instantly integrating with the soil of the land upon contact, before sprouting into structures of biomass and growing fast.
She smiles and begins eating up, the soldiers do aswell. The queen can tell that they enjoy this, quite a bit actually.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
One of the creatures gently settles on the drone's head as the rest of them find perches on other structures. They watch attentively.
Once the visitors finish eating, the Queen bends over, here house sized head hovering over them as she opens her mouth to regurgitate four melon sized balls of slimy matter that have a surprisingly sweet scent. Standing straight again, she urges them to eat.
An after meal treat?
Seeing that the four do not repsond straight away, she adds: Be not concerned, this is not meat, Neither is it vegetable matter. It is a sweet protein compound that my innards produce to feed my newly born infants.
The drone continues to be unconcerned about the creatures behavior and continues his task. Soon, however, the task is done and the five thousand drones will need rest for the coming few hours. They all head to their individual biomass structures. That one drone, stepping up to his own structure, casually brushes the creature from his head before the wall of the biomass melds to his body and swallows him inside. Sealed in.
Meanwhile, the thousands of other biomass structures are continuing to grow, now almost mature for the new wave of drones to arrive.
((going to bed soon, will catch up tomorrow))
2 triangular aircraft fly over the land. They scout out the area, and sometimes snap images.
Emma nods. "Ah, interesting. Thank you." Emma says sweetly, and they each take the melon sized balls and begin eating. Emma seems to be acting like a child at a candy store.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Several triangular heads turn slowly to follow the aircraft as they pass overhead. Otherwise, there is no reaction, and they quickly turn away.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
The sudden shift in movement causes them to look back towards the aircraft. Their heads look rather like peculiarly shaped lamps.
The aircraft stop entirely, they can see the sleek white aerodynamics of it, the flag of their home nation is on the side of it, painted elegantly into the metal, there are also sleek, thick glass windows. The landing gear deploy and the 2 aircraft land side by side, on one a door opens and a set of retractable stairs is extended. 3 human figures begin stepping out, one has a camera, they are all armored.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
The creatures watch the armored figures through slits in their angular, helmet-like faces. They all stand, perfectly straight, arms at their sides. Their gaze is strangely disconcerting, like standing in front of a judgmental crowd.
Small pairs of stiff wings flare from their backs, their thick feathers resembling soft, white plastic. It contrasts sharply with their faces, which are the color and texture of wrought iron. A soft, blue glow shines through their wings, and a golden one though the slits in their heads. They stand perfectly still.
The one with the camera snaps images of these creatures, and another one presses a button on his chestplate, and the stairs retract, the door closing up. They begin spreading out. As if they believe these creatures are simple animals, moving onto other things, the one with the camera taking images of the surrounding landscape, however one of the figures reaches out towards one of the creatures, intending to pet it.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
It doesn't so much as twitch as they lay their hand on its head. Its head feels cool and wobbles slightly underneath the figure's hand.
It doesn't so much as twitch as they lay their hand on its head. Its head feels cool and wobbles slightly underneath the figure's hand.
"Your a cute little guy ain't ya..." he says to the creature, stroking his head gently. The other 2 look over, the one with the camera snaps a photo of what is going on and the other one puts his arms on his hips, in a rather disappointed stance.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
The creatures' heads start to turn away in unison, like weather vanes when the wind changes. Their bodies remain perfectly still.
"You're a cute little guy, ain't ya!" shrill four or five voices at once, each one almost exactly the same as the scout's.