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Lenleath pauses for a while before finally giving their opinion. ”This was beyond a simple ‘mishap’. It was wilful negligence that led to the deaths of several. I cannot condone her simply ‘owing us one’ especially with the bad press the Society is receiving - we would be proving our doubters right.”
Whilst Croaker sees to the scorching of the Eggs, Lenleath checks the Warehouse for any other signs of Swarm life and uses the Warehouses restroom to clean up the worst of the acidic ichor staining him from the brutal fighting. Squeezing back into the called cab, wondering how the company couldn't remember to send a larger vehicle just several hours later, Lenleath takes a seat at the briefing table, glad for the rest. "It would seem we have caught the Swarm, including two Hunters and the beginnings of a hive which have been incinerated. The Swarm had killed several sentients that we had seen if not more and countless vermin - a plague upon the station." they reply to the Faction leaders as they take a moment to enjoy some fresh water. "It could have been a lot worse - we all suffered heavy wounds in the fight and Ceolor is worse for wear, but we all stand."
Lenleath grunts in a mixture of satisfaction and revulsion as their Spear bursts through the Swarm creature’s carapace and covers them in the sizzling ichor that oasses for blood in such monsters. Shaking themselves they head into the room behind the Gangers and raise their spear once more, the burning head sizzling as they strike out into the remaining Monster. for
Having recovered and spying the door to their right that Orri had mentioned earlier, Lenleath waits for their allies to be ready before moving closer to it. They pause to listen before checking if all are ready to proceed. Before opening the door, they reach under a tatty cloak they wear and press a red gemstone over their armour, causing a brief Energy field to emerge around them. "We should make sure the warehouse is clear before pausing to deal with the eggs. We have not aroused suspicion so far, but burning the Swarm's eggs may call any remaining and we would be ambushed."
Relieved that Ceolor removed the creature with a lucky shot, Lenleath sighs and falls to their haunches , breathing heavily as they wince from the internal damage. Noise still ringing in their ear, they opt to send a message to their allies over the comms devices. I need a moment to catch my breath. Well fought all, they were truly horrific adversaries. You have my gratitude Spike for your aid.”. With their message sent, the Izaalguun retreats from the biomass and takes some time to regain their breath, also pulling out a serum from their pack and downing the contents to remove some of the bruising suffered at the screeching from the revulsors.
Lenleath shudders as the Sonic screeches from the Swarm reverberate through their sensory system, causing their head to be filled with an incessant ringing and not much more. The Izaalguun cries out in pain as it dives behind bio-cables to reduce the incoming shock, but are unable to hear the resulting bellow nor the sound of their heavy paws hitting the ground. Pressing a gene-encoded scanner on their Proto-Spear, it's blade bursts into white hot plasma once more as they strike out at the creature in front of them. for
Stepping forwards to give their allies some room to manoeuvre behind them, Lenleath pauses as they take in the gruesome scene before them, their grip tightening on the haft of the Proto-Spear. "This is horrific - though we seem to be outnumbered, I am sure we will not be outmatched. If others wish to take the other flank I will attack." Lenleath reaches for their Singing disk and rest back on their hindmost legs once more - ready to attack the Swarm when the group are ready.
Without a solid consensus from their allies, Lenleath waits for the strange Swarm creature to move out of the way before moving on into the warehouse proper. Spying a desk in the entrance way, the Izaalguunmoves cautiously to the right, the opposite section to the retreating gatherer and peers into the pervasive gloom to see what awaits them ahead. "Our mission here is seek and destroy, Ceolor, i suggest you hang back and provide covering fire, I will press forwards and tackle the Swarm elements in hand hand."
Peering into the gloom, Lenleath spots the creature and points it out, indicating their Singing disk in a silent query as to whether they should try and remove the creature or wait until it moves out of sight. Without any great knowledge of the Swarm's Hive capabilities they do not wish to risk alerting others and so will take the expert's lead.
”Apologies we do not have the time for you to receive proper treatment my friend.” Lenleath says, clearly sorry they were unable to help their Solarion ally. ”But we must be off before the Swarm have chance to gain a true foothold here.” They get up from their crouch and once more take the time to clean their tools before placing them back in their hide satchel. Grapping their spear and hooking their singing disk back upon their harness they press on through the fog shrouded Warehouse and towards the Swarm’s main hive. Hoping they were not too late.
With Ray's reminder of the full capability of the Aegis, Lenleath nods and gently places it over Ceolor's neck, hoping the magic of the amulet will aid their ally in revovering from the malicious poison of the Swarm. "Of course, you take this until you are well." They reply, busying themselves assisting in the continued support of the Solarion.
"If no-one minds, i would like to take the Aegis in case i fall fighting the creatures in the front line." Lenleath mentions as they
Spotting the off palor in Ceolor's cheeks, Lenleath attempts to help the Solarion.
Breathing deeply as the creatures fall, Lenleath takes a moment to curb the drenaline surging through their system and lower themselves to their four-legged mode. Taking a moment they search the area for any other signs of Swarm passage, keeping wary. "I have suffered no lasting injuries, though I could do with a moment to take a breath." Lenleath replies to Geo.
Wincing as the vicious claws scratch down their hide armour, Lenleath suitably winces as the bard catches then with a nick and vile ichor pumps through their blood stream.
Resisting the Poion for now, Lenleath takes a moment to study their target and presses a switch hidden under their spear's hidebound haft. The Plasma flares brighter and they strike out.
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With the smell of charring carapace filling their olfactory glands, Lenleath dashes forwards through the mist, mentally commanding their for
Unfortunately the fog marrs their aim.
Receiving Ori's warning that the creatures are close and spying vague figures in the heavy mists, Lenleath calls a bladed disk to their hand mentally and then hurls it at the Swarm monster coated in red - which he hopes is a unique patina and not the blood of innocents. They then hurl the disk through the mists. for
Glad that one of their allies' had better luck with the odd residents of Fogtown, Lenleath gladly follows the hunt to the Warehouse. As the fog closes in around them causing visibility to lessen even further than before the Izaalguun is on edge, their hand grasping for their Proto-Spear's ivory haft. Staying in their Bi-pedal form they carefully stalk forwards towards the offices. Stopping still they listen intently.
Dodging around a sudden appearance from a side corridor they did not know was there, Lenleath nods in apology to the large Barathu, noting the multi-coloured hue of their make-up. It seemed perfect camouflage for this place and perhaps why it was filled so. "My Apologies, I am new to this place. Pray tell - where would you recommend new visitors see and perhaps places to stay away from to avoid a dishonour to your cultures?" They begin with small talk, listening intently to any reply if offered before continuing. "I am determined to learn as much as I can about life here on the Station and beyond - have you heard of any recent activities it would be good for a traveller to know about?"
Listening with intent, Lenleath nods grimly. "Then we would be best making our way into this Fogtown as soon as possible." the Izaalguun responds, putting actions to words and walking out of the dive bar. "We must be ready to fight in such a foggy area if we must and not to unduly frighten the populace - a panic would be detrimental to our mission." Waiting for their handy Station guide to lead the way, Lenleath will follow Ceolor towards their next hunting ground.
Seeing that their Halfling patient will live to see another cycle, Lenleath stands to their knees and rolls their shoulders before using Ceolor's hot water to clean their instruments before placing them back within their sterilised container. Moving over, they collect their spear and sheathe it back in the harness across their back before moving to investigate the drone's data feed. Listening to Geo's report they frown. "It would seem to be a hunter - it seems we have our next destination and must move fast. What is Fogtown?"
Moving into the space, Lenleath places their spear against the wall and takes a hide satchel from their shoulder, flipping it open to reveal state of the art medical tools and various scanners, soothers and pain managing agents. Laying them out on a cleared table they take a moment to examine the wounds suffered before tearing away at the ganger's clothing to better expose the wound - whilst keeping their decency. "Water and a poultice would work wonders - Orrian I have some medicines in that satchel that I was studying for my next lecture, they may be of use." The Izaalguun then gets to work, their large limbs working delicately as they clean the wound and checking it for detritus before working to close it. fortunately, they had dealt with similar wounds before suffered by their tribal brothers and sisters and make quick work.
Lenleath nods to the man, not wanting to help him really but willing to help save lives. "I have training in medical arts from my time as a hunter and have been studying pact worlds developments too. I should be able to assist." The Izaalguun replies, indicating that they should be led to the patients.
Moving closer but staying standing, the bar having not catered for those with a larger frame, Lenleath tries to relax, still keeping their four arms away from Spear on their back. Seeing Geo starting talking they nod along encouragingly. ”My friend is correct- we need to find out more so we can make sure this doesn’t affect any more loves.”
Taking a step closer so they can keep their voice down - knowing that letting the patrons know of a Swarm infestation would lead to unwanted panic Lenleath continues speaking to the gang boss. "We do not represent a gang, but a Society of interested parties in a recent deal you had conducted. I must insist we speak more privately for we wouldn't want anyone Swarming around us."
Seeing Croaker's bold move, Lenleath places their drink down at the bar with a nod to their drinking companions. Pulling away from the bar the Izalguun eyes the speaker and moves forwards, rearing on their hind legs to bring their full height to bear- but not close enough to indicate immediate violence and their hands stay clear of the spear on their back. "Mister, my colleague has an interesting way about things, but in essence they are correct - we have business to discus that is very personal to you and it would not do to have the patrons herelearn of your little mishap." they reply, keeping their tone steady and neutral. "Let us speak calmly of this - away from prying ears."
Keeping an 'ear' out for their colleagues talks with the barman, Lenleath takes a moment to sip from their drink -something called an 'Akiton Duststorm'a frightfully vibrant orange concoction with swirling red glitter 'dust motes'. There was a soft pulsing device in the base of the glass that kept the drink swirling - it was fascinating but yet another stark reminder of the differences between the Station and their home planet with regards to frivolous use of technology. Spotting the two gangers, after being thoroughly confused about Croaker's tirade about a bird without a tail yet seeing no flying creatures in the place they speak softly into their comms device. "We should speak with them, see if we can't get an audience with their boss without causing a scene here that may injure innocents."
"Well it is best to get the full bearings of your surroundings and to immerse yourself in the terrain to get the best striking spot." Lenleath remarks, their hunter's wisdom mixed with a secret desire to explore the culture of 'modern society'. Making their way to the bar, the Izaalguun eyes the robot suspiciously - a hang over from their upbringing before shaking their head Not all technology is harmful, though frivolous use begs questions... Turning to the patrons drinking at the bar Lenleath smiles politely and enquires. "Hi, what do you recommend? I'm fairly new to Little Akiton and wouldn't mind a bit of advice on where to see, new gosip what to avoid if you don't mind?"
Being that 'bigger alien', Lenleath unfold themselves from the air-ground shuttle with some obvious discomfort and the odd popping of multiple joints. Could Madam Fitch not have ordered an non-Ysoki Taxi? Mayhaps they were related. they ponder as they move through Little Akiton, taking note of those paying close attention and wrinkling their nose at the smell of rot and decay. The claustrophobia and smell makes me miss home, despite it's own inhospitable traits. Snapping out of their reverie they turn to Orrian and Croaker. "Hmm, I agree, this man may be a criminal but we do not want the unwanted attention of a siege or full-frontal assault. Play nice, allow the prey to let us into their den, then remove the head of the snake if they attempt to bite." The Izaalguun then answers Croaker's query with regards to the rear entrance. "I can most certainly try - please make sure no-one follows me?" Strolling down the street, Lenleath ducks into a linked alley further down the street from the club before doubling back, not wanting their target to be too obvious. Then they attempt to ensure the door remains sealed, using their plasma-edged spear to weld the lock.
Unsure how they feel, seeing Zigvigix’s vehement reaction and hearing from their allies’ of the horror of the Swarm they can see where Fitch is coming from but feels they may be misguided. A criminal will never truly change their ways and this criminal is the cause of several deaths already and possibly more. ”It does not look good for your ally Fitch, they were beyond ‘misguided’ and in fact seem criminally negligent and the cause of murder.” they remark as they head towards the shuttle that will take them back to the Station. Once they land they turn to their colleagues. ”I think we should start with the private club where we can question the Six tip gang, we need more information before we can successfully hunt.”
Glad that many of their companions were more informed of the threat they were due to face, Lenleath hoists their bone and hide spear to test the new weight and balance and nods, their face grim. "It seems we have a hunt afoot - a hunt across a Space Station is different than I am used too, but I will stand firm in this." they intone gravely, almost ritualistically as they pull out warpaint and mark their face with a pattern of a blue Wyvern - a predator from the missing Golarion, the fanged maw running down the ridges of their jaw.
Lenleath nods in thanks to Ziggy's information and that brought forth from the bubbly red-skinned humanoid/ A chance to explore my new home, I just hope I don't come to regret it... the Izaalgun ponders as he waits for the others to get into readiness. Shrugging and re-adjusting the straps on their armour, made from the chitinous hide of the first beast they hunted along with their Mother many years ago. "I am ready when you all are. Lead the way Ceolor - you seem our best guide, if you are amenable."
Listening to the briefing Lenleath is taken aback by the uncharacteristic anger from Ziggy and hesitates before clearing their throat. "My apologies but my people have very little contact with the Swarm, what I know I have read in Pact World books since I got here. What can you tell us about them, strength and weaknesses?"
Having risen early, Lenleath is relaxing in the lounge with a pot of Kasathan Jade tea - a recent enjoyment of theirs since leaving Icefront and discovering it here on Absalom Station. The Izaalguun is dressed in hides and fur native to their planet, though the heavy coat is draped on the back of their chaise lounge, with their bone and hide bound spear resting at their feet. They drink from a specialised cup that they can pour in their vertical mouth. A book is open in their left arm - a study in Fauna and Flora of the Veskarium which they will be referencing in a lecture later. This is a grand morning, I miss my family but I am glad I moved here.
Whilst Croaker suffers their twisted nightmares and instead opts for a night of laughter and cheap liqueur, a light can be found on within the armoury workshops of the Lorespire Complex despite the late hour. The Workshop’s only occupant is a large well muscled humanoid with six limbs. A long blue tongue sticks out between the vertical slit of their mouth as they focus on the disassembled weapon on the workbench. Goggles are pulled down over their eyes and sophisticated tools are wielded by two of their four arms as the Izaalguun rests on their hindquarters, sparks fly with soft light as they repair small nicks upon the Ivory haft - carved from a single bone of an Icefront predator. Hmm, the balance is off since my last hunt, i need a better way to store the batteries. they ponder as they work on the haft, removing a section of it to reveal intricate circuitry hidden inside the primitive exterior. After an hour of work, they eventually replace the removed section before binding the haft with the dark grey hide of an Ovi-Raptor. Rising the hide bound haft they examine the dark metal tip of their spear, before squeezing a set point of the haft, causing the edge of the Spear to glow with a white hot fire, a focused beam of plasma about two inches thick. Satisfied they de-activate the blade and collect their stripped off armour - made from the chitin of a great beast, lined in soft fur and retire for the evening - oblivious of the trials to come. |
