Legacy of The Condesce :20:
"Shit," I cursed under my breath. "This is exactly what I had been trying to avoid; damn those Subjugglators and their fucked up battle strategies!"
I was in the main audience chamber, along with Moloch and half of the Blue Blood Knights. When the alarm had gone off the lot of us rushed here as fast as we could, seeing as this was the only way to get to the rest of the building. We had to protect Her Imperious Condescension, even if it meant risking our own lives though I'd rather not think of it coming to that, being somewhat optimistic and all.
"Keep it steady, Junine," Moloch muttered, "don't strike out at them until they make the first move. Let them come to you and you won't have to worry about being surrounded."
"I know, Moloch, we went over this god, I'm so nervous!"
"Watch your backs, everyone! This is going to get nasty pretty quick."
I prepared my concentration as Moloch gripped his lance. The Blue Blooded Knights drew their bows and arro
Legacy of The Condesce :19:
If there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that my vision has never failed me. No matter how unusual it struck me, or how oddly convenient it seemed, it has always saved my life, both in the literal and figurative sense. Now, as I watched the vision of the Subjugglators marching towards our great mother's chamber, I knew that I had been given a great choice this time. I could either flee, allowing the Mother Grub to be overtaken and killed, or I could deadlock her chamber and defend it long enough for the blast doors to fully snap into place.
It wasn't really my choice to make. The Mother Grub was the future of our race. Without her, we would be doomed to die out on this planet. And so, as I prepared myself for my own demise, I consulted the Mother Grub. I slowly approached her, clutching my chain sword in one hand. She eyed me curiously, as though the weapon in my hand were some kind of strange toy. I cleared my throat and began my final conversatio
Legacy of The Condesce :16:
doubleCapacitance [DC] opened a secure log with celestialGambit [CG] at [07:24]
[07:25] DC: hey, cancrii
[07:25] CG: What 6rin9s you out of the 6lue?
[07:25] DC: 2ome pretty 2iick 2hiit, my friiend
[07:25] DC: thiing2 on raniiteal aren't a2 pretty a2 ii thought they were.
[07:26] CG: I fi9ured, wtih natural tendenCies of our raCe.
[07:26] DC: true, but the de2tructiion ii2 pretty 2evere. our iimperiiou2 conde2cen2iion ii2 on edge
[07:26] DC: the 2ubjugglator2 went ape2hiit, troll2 are dead
[07:26] DC: iit2 pretty damn near gone two hell
[07:27] CG: Always 6e9ins at Su6ju99ulators. Always ends with Le9isCelators (or Close to that).
[07:27] CG: The sava9e CyCle of peaCe and a99re55ion.
[07:27] DC: yea, 2peakiing of them
[07:28] DC: the grand hiighblood kiilled the hiigh legii2lacerator
[07:28] DC: both of them are dead, iin fact
[07:28] DC: nobody know2 what the hell two do
[07:28] CG: That will 6e a 9reat disadvanta9e. A depre55in9 6it of news, it is.
Legacy of The Condesce :15:
I couldn't figure out what to do. Here he was, the troll who had saved me not too long ago, defeated and bruised inside a recuperacoon. I felt as if it had been my fault; I wasn't fast enough to save him from The Grand Highblood. Now, as I looked upon his beaten frame, I couldn't help but cry. What if he never wakes up from his sleep? What if I, in being too late, had killed the one that I cherished the most? Oh god, it was just too much.
"Don't cry," a voice whispered beside me. It was Frelsi! He had finally woken up after so long! I wanted to reach inside that recuperacoon and give him a great big hug, but he needed his rest. "Hey how's it going?"
I signed to my moirail, saying that I could have said the same for him.
"I've seen better days," he smiled sadly. I could see him trying to blink his left eye as if there were something stuck inside it, but I knew what he was really trying to do: he wanted to make sure that eye was really gone. "I'm bl