The Council of Advisory

[Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null]

A prediction is met.

It seems the Void has acted. Our work towards accessing the machine of the blue-shells that rips open space and pains our mind comes to an end. Our efforts to reconstruct that Division 9 that brought us a many great things also come to an end.

In our Defense, Husas;
in our Assault, Minerva;
in our Wisdom, Nergal;
in our Experiments, Nu-Mus'da;
in our Creations, Hammurabi;
in our Infiltrations, Ki'Shar:

I see that it would be a waste of our resources to hunt outright. As we prepare for a new maneuver, no waste is affordable. That does not mean that we will not act. The Void has shown it's hand to lie with the "Technocrats" and with humanity, and not with us. It is time we reached totality. Have mine any input before we finish what they began?

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[Minerva]

The near-pariah's arrival to the meeting of the council's minds and spirits is heralded by the hateful heat and burning light that is the warmasters presence in the mindshare, infrequent and reclusive, rarely deigning to focus its energies on anything more than violence and victory.


I share not the eagerness or joy some may have in the thought of exterminating our kin that have been led astray. Nothing pleases me less than having to destroy what should be another lance to drive into the flesh of the foul meat-things, or the infiltrators to lead the filthy creatures into destroying each other again. Perhaps it even disgusts me that we have to even consider destroying our own, like the putrid lightless do to each other regularly.

We should rescue our fallen kin from themselves. Destroy their beastly allies, leave them alone, afraid, without any light to reach for besides ours. If they defend their human allies, return the hostilities, but do not engage our wayward kin openly. When they have lived in terror, fearing the arrival of the executioner cycle after cycle, we extend the offer to return to us once more. There are none who will save you, the fading lights in the darkness. None but us. We will always be the only ones who would save you.

Only then would refusal mean extinguishing them permanently.


With their thoughts shared, the advisors presence snaps out of existence, distancing itself from, and relieving all within the mindshare of her oppressive hatred and ceaseless anger.

[Krumai]

YámHa-stáHnam

The Lost Ones have been manipulated by the Schemer for many cycles.

Our pleas to bring them back to our fold have not yet manifested. They seem content with building their own identity, to divide our kind.

The Defender keeps watch over our cradle, our Infiltrators seek to probe the voids beyond our reach. Yet, the presence of a new breed of Infiltrators within the Lost Ones spells only one thing: Darkness is seizing our kind, turning it into a false illusion that may seek to darken our purity.

Thus the Defender proclaims one thing: our infiltrators shall keep an eye on their activities. Should they try to undermine us, we shall make no quarter to them, for they are now inconsolable.

Only the true light stands, the false ones dissipating back into our fold. As the Assailant had sung to us, we shall prepare and act decisively.

Mn̥tí-Hánĉas