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  1. "No, I think you've got the right idea," Squidge said, rubbing her temple. Prosek's hairy balls, is THIS what the Federation was reduced to? She guessed the idea was that the Coalition would be able to exterminate each hive fragment, ensuring that it wouldn't be a threat to the Federation later...but at enough of a cost that it would put the Coalition at a disadvantage. But if even one of those hives wasn't exterminated, for whatever reason... They really were insane. "I guess it'd be too much to hope that he didn't teach anyone else how to do it. At least it seems like the technique is dangerous. They won't want to do it if it kills the mages casting the spell. That hopefully buys us some time." She looked up and down the eerie, resinous passageway. "You about done there, Firanis? We need to keep moving."
  2. Squidge stared, momentarily horrorstruck by the idea that this man had someone been built into the hive by the xiticix. On second glance though that didn't look right. The wall didn't seem new enough...it had marks of wear on it. Add that to the way this thing had just appeared out of nowhere... "Who are you?" she asked. "What...do you two know each other?" She looked at Adam, trying to suss out some recognition from him, even if his armor made such a thing sheer guesswork.
  3. Squidge got her climbing kit out from that trusty old Northern Gun survival pack and hooked the clamp up to the rope Phere and Firanis had set up. She started working her way up after them. She wasn't as quick about it as the more athletic ones, but she hadn't gotten through Psi-Bat basic training with no skills whatsoever. Even so, she was breathing a little hard when she pulled up near the top. "You don't get full hives this far south," she said, unhooking from the rope and clearing space for whoever was coming up next. "They forage down from Old Canada, but the spread of their territory is slower. I know there was some concern...scientists were theorizing that hives made in warmer climates might be more active. More aggressive. Hard to tell though, what their native climate is like." She brought her laser rifle up into her arms then and checked it to make sure the lights were green and the safety was off. "Once the Queen knows we're here, I don't think any amount of telepathic jamming will keep them from coming back. We'll have to be fast."
  4. "Here goes." Squidge winced and followed Tamika's instructions, causing the crystal to light up from within and emit a piercing, high-pitched whine. She gasped at the sensation in her brain, but managed to keep her focus. Anyone with telepathic sensitivity would feel a titanic wave of meaningless telepathic 'babble' wash over them from her efforts. Random fragments of thoughts, memories, images, emotions, all clashing together into a kind of psionic white noise that drowned any other kind of telepathy in the vicinity out!
  5. Squidge accepts the 'booster' gingerly, with a dry-throated swallow. Not all mages were crazed psychopaths, but this was still magic. The power of the Rifts. The power that had annihilated almost all of her entire race, and plunged the world into a roiling sea of misery and darkness from which it had yet to emerge. And she was going to use it with her brain. She looked at Tamika apologetically and started to ask, "This isn't... Ugh, nevermind. Sorry. All right, I'll see what I can do about the psychic jamming. Lets get this started before they decide to attack the town or something." With that, the psion swallowed her fears and forced herself toward the chunk of hive that poked incongruously from the middle of a crop-field as if it had sprouted from the ground there. (OOC - Will begin the jamming when she spots Xiticix emerging.)
  6. Squidge thought about it. She didn't really know how to 'cloak' or hide psionic signatures from sensitives...but...if they really used psionics to detect people, that might be a kind of passive telepathy. If it was, couldn't she maybe 'jam' them by just broadcasting really loudly? It'd be like trying to listen to someone over an air horn, or see past a searchlight. Of course...they'd know exactly where SHE was, in that case. She nodded slowly. "I can give it a try. A lot depends on stuff we don't know about them, but I'll do my best."
  7. "Steady," advised Squidge warily. "The smell of the dead ones'll be getting to the hive any second now. Could be a lot at once. Phere, d'ya smell any in there? They're supposed to be psychic. Should be able to get a scent." She had her trusty Wilks laser rifle ready, but that was mostly for show. She had a far more devastating weapon at her disposal if more Xiticix showed themselves.
  8. Squidge was taken aback by Kensie's transformation, and only her helmet spared her the indignity of openly gaping at the sight. She'd really reconsidered the whole Coalition stance on aliens. Most of them were just like other people in their minds at least, and the ones that weren't could be dealt with on a case by case basis. But...things like that. Dragons that could wander around, looking like anyone else and then suddenly just burst into giant monsters. That made cold sweat bead on the palms of her hands. Maybe Kenzie was all right. Maybe this was all right. But what about the ones who weren't? Then again, is that so different than a mage? Or a psychic? Hell, you don't even have to turn into a giant monster to kill people in the middle of town. She licked her lips and tried to shrug the urge to fight or flee off. They'd be needing that kind of firepower to deal with the hive anyway. Trust had to start somewhere. The psychic made her way to the Rambler as its engine whined to life and she clambered in after Phere. "Remember, drive a ways past it. Let them see us, and follow us away from the town before we start riling them up."
  9. Squidge looked up in alarm, which only abated a tiny bit when she saw who had followed her. She was just closing her armor's clamshell cuirass over her shirt and getting it sealed correctly to what the Dead Boys liked to call the 'codpiece.' Or more...colorful things, sometimes. As she listened to him she started getting the arms fitted and sealed. Ugh, this was so much easier when it was on the loading stand! Maybe Phere was right about just wearing the stuff all the time. "What I need of you," Squidge repeated, basically just buying time for her brain to catch up with things. "Okay. Xiticix. Xiticix. They're hostile dimensional aliens, non-supernatural though they've got, uh...class three psionics? But some are stronger." She looked up, trying to remember the briefings she'd looked at, a thousand years ago or so it felt. "They take over their habitats completely, building city-scale hives from some kind of resin they excrete and natural materials in the environment. Okay, right. That's not useful right now." The psion finished getting her armor on and hefted her helmet. "They can fly. They're physically more powerful than an unaugmented human, and they have pretty burly psychic powers, basically. Their weapons hit hard, and there's usually more of them than they let on. Oh, and they like to mark targets with a kind of...pheremone spray that attracts more. We should circle around the hive fragment to draw them away from town, engage at range, force them to come to us. Once we've thinned out the soldiers that were in that fragment, we can close in and use explosives to breach it...then mop up." She nods at the Rambler. "So pile in and make some room for Phere and me."
  10. Squidge's eyes widened at the news and she looked at Phere. "Lets...put a pin in that and get back to it. Later. You know...assuming we can. I am definitely going to need a wardrobe change. I'll be right back!" She went around to the side of the bar to get her armor out and started shrugging into it as quickly as she could. In her days in the military Squidge hadn't come up against the Xiticix, but she'd heard plenty of stories about them. Not even a single one implied that this would end without shots fired.
  11. Squidge looked around as the pastoral, but some how sanitized, town vanished and was replaced by the very NOT sanitized vista of Prince's Landing rematerialized around her. There was a lurch of vertigo, as much mental as physical, as she tried to process the sudden exchange. The future version of Prince's Landing had looked...nice though. Prosperous, albeit empty and clearly some kind of historic display. Did that mean it was destined to work out well here? Of course. Just like Karl Prosek was really destined to be a just, kind and benevolent leader to all humanity. History is what people say it is...whatever it might really have been. "Phere...any idea where this is coming from? Is it like she said, just random?" It felt weird to Squidge, but magic still sometimes gave her the heebie-jeebies. Only the really strong stuff, like rifts or...whatever this was. Normal magic was just like psionics, really. Different, but kind of the same. But there was this potential for magic, because it tapped sources far greater than one's own internal energy, to do things that just weren't okay. Really mess with things. Focus, girl. Focus. What were you doing? Ah yeah. The mystic! Trying to help this little town out before it fell too far. I wish I'd asked her how Prince's Landing was saved...
  12. "Except, why do I think it's not that simple?" Squidge asks rhetorically. "I mean...that bar was full of people, but only we were affected. Which means that this magic was not only very powerful, but extremely precise. But none of us know who did it, or what was done." She looks at the Future Lady. "What happens if we don't go back on our own?"
  13. Squidge lifts her eyebrows at the address from outside the building and glances at Phere. "Well. I guess one way or another we'll be getting some answers. I hope no one takes offense if I suggest our two heavily armored individuals take the lead? It's going to take me a few minutes to get into my kit, and you never know how much time you have when folks start shouting at you through megaphones."
  14. "She just said she didn't do it, which means she can't answer all that anymore than you can," said Squidge in an attempt to placate the big armored guy. "Seems like she got dragged along just like the rest of us." She sighed and covered her eyes for a second, trying to think things through. "So. Some kinda alien magic-nano-tech in the air...and if THAT isn't just the worst words I ever thought I'd hear, I dunno what is...and we may or may not be a hundred years in the future." Squidge glances at the black knight and his redheaded friend. "I think it's safe to say you guys missed your appointment."
  15. "Not so much a smell as lack of a smell, maybe," Squidge speculated, giving Phere a quick nod. She cleared her throat. "Look, I'm inclined to believe Tamika about this for the moment. Lets get everyone who has not been affected together, get some introductions done, and see what we can do about fixing this. Folks call me Squidge, this here's Phere. We've been in town for a little while, but we aren't natives. You all can tell she's a psi-stalker, and I'm psychic." She nodded. "It's nice to meetcha, even if maybe not the best of circumstances."
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