The Wayfarer

[Caliban]

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Puzzles, piece, manipulation. Typical of any nomad and thrall alike. What hurt more is that the thing wasn't wrong. There are so many pieces on the board, and Caliban was one of them. Why should he accept this truth though? He had all the right to deny it as he has for the past five or six years.

"I guess we are." a short pause between breaths "So how about we play our part? Of course...that means you might have to drop the wise rock act. One freak to another: it gets less interesting the longer you continue with it."

And so he planted another proposition to continue the initial deal made with yet another Elder. A painstaking process to develop specific measures against Sentinels, and by default Nomads alike. To design a heretical weapon was to design the knife that would stab the owner and the victim at the very same time. Caliban was fairly close to adapting hybrid technology to his ship - bastardize it with the technology of those he hunted for years. And yet it would take eons for him to figure out how to make them hurt Sentinels as bad as they hurt him.

At this point the human factor has become a burden. Fresh eyes were needed. No matter whose eyes.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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