The Red Emperor

[Kauket]

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NEW YORK, THE RED EMPEROR - THE PENTHOUSE

The duo entered the room. Gamayun remained standing, arms loosely at her side, while Revenant stepped forward with a composed air. She gave a low hum in response to his rhetorical opening. She did not have much to say in that regard, but acknowledged him with a nod of affirmation.

At the mention of failure, Revenant slowly took her seat, resting her hands neatly in her lap.

"Ah. Failure is expected when experimenting with such, with our little 'mortal' carbon lifeform capabilities."

She turned her head slightly toward Gamayun, her expression unreadable behind her sunshades, gave a subtle signal. With a small nod, she gestured for her to sit. Though hesitant, Gamayun complied silently, placing the locked case by her chair. Her body remained still, but her gaze - concealed behind her visor - subtly scanned around the room, scanning for threats with quiet vigilance.

Revenant's attention shifted as Tribune took his seat at the conference table. She listened closely to his explanation, eyes narrowing at the hologram projection. Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on the table, her posture thoughtful.

To her, alien technology and forbidden research was a forbidden delicacy, but irresistibly stimulating, akin to a taboo drug. The Corsair's attempt at reverse-engineering such a construct intrigued her, how their perception of Daam Kavash materials is interpreted. Though flawed, their effort had merit. Their technical skill was clear, even if they lacked a refined understanding of the weapon’s harmonics, the true inner nature of Nomadic and Kavash materials. The artifact part-creature, part-machine, felt more like a fossilized entity entombed in synthetic stone. A sarcophagus of a tortured lost soul, the raw energy ferociously ensnared, ready to consume and fester upon whatever dared to approach.

"Hm. I may already see the flaw, but I’ll need to review your material composites to confirm. It lacks a focal lens... Something to properly channel the energy, and a mechanism to ensure controlled repulsion of said energy."

Her voice was calm, clinical, stripped of any inflection as her mind concentrated on analyzing.

"If necessary, I can fabricate a prototype in my workshop. But I will require a complete overview of your current work, including a tiny sample of the base composite used for the primary body. And I needn't remind you that missing data creates a larger risk with your own people. Math can kill."

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