Rend, Slaughter

God is consuming the planet itself.

We have until sunrise to stop it, or every living creature remaining in this accursed world will be dead.

We have decided to try to get to the EGG Facility. Perhaps Sera can get God's attention. Perhaps she can change God's mind.

It is our only hope now.

Farewell.

The Junkyard isn't like most worlds, though the differences won't necessarily be noticeable to everyone who goes there. However, I strongly advise anyone planning on visiting Gale to read this post first, to make sure it doesn't affect your character.

( Cut for Length, and SpoilersCollapse )

I am Gale of the Embryon.

If you leave a message for me, I will review it and respond when I am able to do so.

Gale's finger still felt odd without the Tag ring on it, but he was starting to get used to accessing the ATM to get money, and purchasing from vendors that were actual people rather than simply rooms full of equipment.

The underground complex that comprised the resistance's stronghold wasn't unlike the Embryon base. The only difference was that it was filled with old men and women and children, as well as able-bodied fighters. Also strange was that the fighters were humans. Humans who looked at the Embryon with open suspicion and fear, obviously terrified that they would turn on them and devour them.

Considering the stories that filtered through from the warfront, Gale couldn't blame them for their fear. It was inconvenient, however.

He could feel their eyes on him as he entered the Karma Terminal and logged into the community. If he had timed this correctly, Michael should arrive in the Terminal, and thus not frighten anyone by a sudden appearance. At least Michael was human.

Today we enter the Karma Temple. Sera will not stop us from reaching Nirvana any longer.

( Contact InfoCollapse )

( Permissions MemeCollapse )

( HMDCollapse )

[Everyone looks exhausted and in pain, after a long series of difficult battles. Varin lies defeated on the floor before the five Embryon tribe leaders]( Last one for today I swearCollapse )

[All five of the Embryon leaders are standing in the conference room of a brand new above-ground base. The previous one has been abandoned since it was found and breached by the Solids. Everyone's attention is on Gale, who looks particularly solemn.]

I have bad news. It seems that Vishundha has been overrun.( Cut for LengthCollapse )

It was raining. But then, though Birkin wouldn't have known it, it always rained in the Junkyard.

The Embryon Compound was largely underground, but there were high walls around the area, patrolled by guards with wicked-looking automatic rifles. Gale stood in the gateway, under the gently fluttering flag - a scrap of fabric with a splash of orange paint across it - that denoted this Embryon territory.

Beyond the walls were piles of junk, a maze of debris. The debris had been cleared so that no one could approach the compound without being seen and killed.

Gale had instructed the guards not to shoot until they'd verified that any approaching men were actually enemies. If Birkin didn't get killed by rookies in the wasteland, he should arrive at any moment. He wondered if Birkin's eyes would glow like Michael's had done.

Gale stood in the large karma terminal in the Embryon's compound, waiting for Naoto to come to collect him. The room was the only one he could think of that had a screen like the kind Naoto had described, and while it was somewhat small, he was pretty sure people could climb in and out of it.

The room itself was dominated by the central console, which stood on a circular dias and lit in a red glow.

Holding the strap of his assault rifle, which was slung over his shoulder, Gale waited for his new orders.