After testimones are given, the procter of the final test now has her 'jury' give the results. Will the team make it through the trial and get the prize at the end?
After testimones are given, the procter of the final test now has her 'jury' give the results. Will the team make it through the trial and get the prize at the end?
The Dhampir joins Kenzie in making fun as Christa explains. "I've accepted my fate and my mission. I will see this out no matter what, but we've not the time to develop counter measures. The Order has enslaved the minds of Gremlins and Automatons to make machines of war for them." She explains. She gives a harsh glare to Kenzie and the Dhampir.
The Cheshire Cat shouts. "Stop! Stop!" She cries. The crystal shines brighter and brighter starting to crack all over. And the other Repter's arm turn into a Jabberwocks arm. "You have to stop now!" The Cheshire Cat screams.
Me: I quickly withdraw my hand and look at the other me. "Way to close can't have that now."
Jack: "Repter might get involved after hearing this but his hands might still be tied depending on the weapons this group of the Order are using, most of us are trained to use swords, bows, and seige equipment, we know of grous that use use cross bows and muskets and some cannons but that's the most advanced technology we've seen."
"Wait, the Gremlins and Automatons are working for the Order?! How many of them, and what percentage of the total population of these species do they represent? I have trouble buying it..."
"They're not doing it of their own volition mind you, they've come up with some sort of spell to control their minds. Information on it is scarce currently..." Christa answers.
Kenzie chuckles at Christa and proudly transforms one of her hands into a rocket launcher. "Machines of war don't scare me. I'll blow them up along with their creators and the Order crapbags!" she boasts, "And lucky for us that demonic energy took me out of my original killing state. I'm still a weapon of war, but in the name of love."
"Your excitement for battle always worries us Kenzie," Spiga mutters as she places a paw on her forehead.
"Might not be a bad idea to work on what you can to counter these machines when they come even if they are hasty. Best I can think of are devices that produce electricity right? If their war machines aren't well insulated then perhaps a well-placed bolt of lighting could disable their crews," Micah suggests, trying to be as helpful as she can.
"Again, we don't have much to go on, the Order is keeping these projects a well guarded secret. From what we've gathered, they've put up spells to cloak their forts from above and have constant watches to prevent spies. They're really going all out for this." Christa explains.
The Cheshire Cat looks over the other Repter. "This...this is something we've never seen before, nothing we could've ever have fathomed! It should be impossible!" She states.
I look at Christa with a worried expression: "So they might have brainwashed more than I can imagine... Wonderful. Is there any way we can avoid more collateral damages right now?"
After that, I nod at Micah's remark: "Electricity might work, and I've heard such devices don't fare very well with magnetism, either. If we can get bursts of both to disable them, then we may have a better chance of defeating them."
Me: "I think I know what happened, yes I was the perfect conduit for this but I'm missing one crucial component, fond memories of who she truly is."
Meria: "Where are you going to get memories like those?"
Me: "Her children, they know her better than anyone have them come here." Meria quickly activates her transmitter and relays the message a few minutes later her kids come running and see her. "I need your help if we're going to save your mother." I tell them and they nod in understanding. "Ms. Chesire if you're ready?"
Micah gives Red a soft grin that is obscured by her mask, pleased that he is supporting her suggestion. "Either way, those machines won't work if they're disabled," she says to Christa. "Or destroyed!" Kenzie chimes in.
Spiga turns and looks longingly at the spot where her alternate self had ended her own life. She sighs in anguish as she wishes that she could have been able to help her. But now she could only imagine how different the circumstances could have been had she been able convince her to join her allies.
"Kenzie, it's always better to disarm a threat before taking it down... That also applies for death machines, of course."