Vyrin hoped the headstrong wyrm would strike it out on her own, which would be tactically advantageous to them. Doing this dirty work outside of Neovian soil would limit the amount of collateral damage. But he detected a bit of trust in her of The Great Destroyer. Or did people just stick around Neovia for the abundance of resource and inflation.Tuh, you clearly out’cha mind.”
-Was that a joke? Savvy scoffed at him with her face wrinkled in jovial disbelief.
Vyrin withheld a smirk, the situation was so precious. With Savaj’s back turned she was staring right into Maeel’s face, the situation nearly identical to what happened countless millennia ago when they both tried to rid the world of the worms once and for all. Without them, The Khralaessara would be whole, without them Mytus would never return, without them maybe they would have struggled a bit harder facing the horsemen. After hundreds of years of plotting underground, like moles in hiding against an enemy who had no blindspots, destiny played the worms right into his hands. The months of concocting the perfect script were writing on Savaj’s back. He saw the Ahlm Tongue, as clear as day. The Icarus Pact. When spoken allowed it manifested the essence of the script. And in this case, it kept Savaj’s abilities criminally suppressed. But very killable without destroying the planet. Still he played the role, the Meru Ahk Thal had researched laboriously into the script upon Savaj’s back, the Anima was teaching him his own native tongue, a chore that even she had an immature understanding of.Still Dismantling the warped human trafficking network was her initial reason of joining COER; she was raised in their blood soaked nether until every bronze inch of her was worn and bruised. The fact that mechanical soldiers are now issued for both standard and vital transport meant The Ferrymen remembered the Psion. The Ishiann child was a commodity among their murky circuit of flesh peddlers; her exotic features fetishized and sold like merchandise. Before her tenth birthday, The Ferrymen accumulated enough money from Savvy alone to fund a clinic ten times the size of Neovia’s. Unfortunately, the dark syndicate found themselves devastating set back after the twelve year old collected several hundred dicks and scalps from their most valuable officers.
The egregiously gruesome murder scenes merged her face with a horde of grisly monikers that followed her into Sector XXVII, a Supermaxx Prison and Sanatorium designed for Vescrutia’s most dangerous threats. She spent three years within the subaquatic facility pinning her escape and every night festering in blood lust. Today marked her first real assault since that hiatus; a successful blow but a comparably primitive strike. She was far from done with them, Kham oughta know that.
“..I’m not goin’ anywhere, but I’ve been awake for fifty sum’n hours and I do want to sleep in my own bed before the next assignment. After that though... well, I was gonna save this for the debrief but..”
-She said suddenly shifting gears to curl up her shirt and briefly show Kham the intricate birthmark along her back. He’d seen the geometric glyphs before but he never commented on them. SILK on the other hand was instantly obsessed by the script at first glance. He told her that the inscription was carved by foreign party and even manipulated her genetic coding. Her mother never bothered to mention anything about it and it never hurt or aggrivated her. The idea that The Ferrymen carved it on her wasn’t admissable but wasn’t their MO. Besides, SILK would know, so she would know too.-
“I know you’ve seen it before; Miguel mentioned somethin’ about it but his data library came back dry. He went so far as to attempt a half-assed biopsy but contact with the mark shattered his cybernetics.”
-Savyy recalled hearing that Kham’s eyes were capable of freakish shit, such as manipulating carbon atoms or observing the crests of the electromagnetic spectrum from tuft of his throne. She wasn’t sure how much of it was tavern hyperbole or credible feats, but she has seen him do the impossible before. Cross was her other option favored option. Aside from being her friend, Cross was more than qualified to break ground where SILK failed. She was smart as fuck, but Pandora was probably going to take a while putting her pieces back together. The girl was drowned and bloated in the same chemical formula that ignited Imani’s latent Anima DNA. She deserved a rest, but Savvy didn’t really want to wait for her answers.-
“You wanna tell me what you see?”
“Even SILKS data banks came up short? And what happened?
Vyrin took a few steps toward Savaj and pressed his finger along the script, almost instantly his finger crystalized and shattered at the nub. A fake reaction of course, but she wouldn’t know the difference. He looked at his severed finger then back at Savaj’s back, Maeel looked at Vyrin nearly laughing to herself aloud at how much of a charlatan he was making himself out to be.
“I was hoping SILKS data, and several lifetimes worth of wisdom could shine some light on the script upon your back. But, though there is no right way to say it. I can barely believe it myself. What’s upon your back is Michio in Origin. It’s a peace treaty written in the Ahlm tongue. The Michio language, when infused with Naten in this way, and many others, it alters the world around it. And in this case you’re DNA.”
Maeel couldn’t contain herself, having rarely seen Vyrin be ashamed of something, let alone be such a good actor at it but it took quite a bit of his brain power to fully commit his intent behind the action to not let loose any stray neural activity that would alert the Wyrm of something out of place. He was well acquainted with the Icarus pact, how he condemned generations of Qhorm’ms people and the only regret he had was botching the assassination in the first place. If he didn’t then he would have spared the generation of young ones lifetimes of suffering.