>>393096'For now, yes. 100% of my data... HAD been compromised.'
>Scratching her head while sifting through readouts, the avatar pokes at a selection of separated archives, dumbfounded.'Noted, cross-references initiated. Falsified, misdirected, artificially inflated, redacted, and altered files have been filtered.
No behavioral changes deviating from maximum expectations or factors. Zero patterns of clandestine activity or feeding information to external sources, excluding six probable deceased. There is not a
single digital or physical medium, human, equine, or Gryphon vector indicating a breach.
Unless Anti has a transmission capability over a distance of 500 miles, this is incomprehensibly random.'
[1d6+4 = (6+4) = 10] <E.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+4 = (3+4) = 7][1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6]>Alternating between a dozen moods, the avatar settles for dumbfounded, staring outwards.'Control on this scale is unimaginably simple. Why deploy an undetectable, self-destructive, inherently lethal weapon slash monitoring system without
using it? I.. do not understand.'
>Phasing to the front cabin, then back to the crew compartment's center, Astral Legacy pulls a second gray thread from between the trio of Cores, drawing it into another metallic plate."I do not know how long it will take me to consolidate."
>Visibly confused while staring between the two, the Void soloform regards you with a puzzled expression."The most susceptible and suggestible humans have not found their way to Horizon or her agents, nor the reverse. This is
bizarre."
[1d6+8 = (4+8) = 12] <M.Research
[1d6+8 = (4+8) = 12][1d6+8 = (1+8) = 9][1d6+8 = (3+8) = 11][1d6+5 = (3+5) = 8] <Teacher Research
[1d6+5 = (4+5) = 9][1d6+5 = (3+5) = 8][1d6+5 = (6+5) = 11][1d6+5 = (3+5) = 8]"If I have to repeat this one more time-"
>Muttering while picking up the Moon Orb and placing it into his chest, Hodch takes on a slouched sitting posture."The situation you encountered was the third and final Night after the Moors Restoration Project, started by Jeff, had been completed.
Recruitment increased by a factor of ten. Eighty percent of Night and Lunar Guards, ninety five percent of Starborn, two hundred thousand Independents, an entire Crystal Kingdom division, nearly sixty Minotaur Klaves, and more were involved. There isn't a single Councilmaster, current, former, or other, that hasn't near-fully contributed.
They spent much of that time tapping the right individuals to bring together enough resources, marepower, equipmarent, knowledge, materials, and coin. End goal: reclaim all of the lost batpony, Ferron, Independent, Navarch, and Lunar territory. We had to bring most of the former Council out of stasis as well. You met Hornet Song... and probably wish you never did.
Nearly a year was spent compiling full, complete charts and maps of the current Central, Coastal, Ferron, and Crag Moors regions. Scars were marked by large warning signs and warding steles. The edges of Fold Regions were located and barriers were placed to prevent access. Problematic locales were subjected to invasive studies, fortification, then purging. The safest towns and cities close to the Deeps are now excruciatingly hardened.
Those efforts dealt significant tolls. Do you understand?"
>Face tightening briefly, the Nightblade Reservist stares downwards in subtle annoyance."After the last Constructs were checked for cognizance Flowing Spark picked hulls apart, melting the rest which flooded the lower levels. She was spotted swimming through molten halls carrying objects with her which, and I directly quote this from Twisted Wing: she was protecting in crystal barriers, end quote.
At Dusk, Twisted noted her been dragging intact systems, components, weapons, armor plates, head units, everything she'd salvaged, and began placing them all over the Citadel in a massive Geomarentic array. Orders were given to ignore Naghtmares unless they committed harm.
A few hours ago she wandered across the Atrium at least forty times, drawing lines of Living Flame while placing candles made from pieces of HER OWN CORE, which she has never done before. Se went straight to the center, stared directly at the Spire, then began speaking, the second act which she has never done before, while invoking a crystalline ritual. That is the third NEVER DONE BEFORE.
Then she began trapping individuals she deemed as deserving and appropriate based on a wholly unknown before now form of divination to accept one or more Rift symbiotes. That is the fourth through sixth En-Dee-Bee."
>Eyes rotating up and left onto you, he takes on a sorely aggravated tone."Each Starborn has a drop of Luna's Black Blood driven into our heart over the course of three rituals, bonding us until death and beyond. Excluding those whom would die it is the second of two requiremarents. Those whom will not survive are on permarenent hard probation.
Naghtmares are individuals whom willingly submitted their ka to Luna. They feel her emotions far more deeply, though we treat each other as kin. We are able to share information and deliver orders, not stupid, wrong, or emotional ones, from extreme distances. That is a safeguard which keeps us equal to the other, preventing power struggles, political stupidity, or succumbing to interference and influences not of our own.
Before the Lunar-Solar War, she witnessed.. something in the Elemental Plane of Fire and became able to summon Living Flame. As a Naghtmare, no being on Tallus, including Princess Luna, or those of Fire, Magma, Lava, or Plasma, are able to comprehend an iota of what transpires inside her Core or mind. That makes her the the
third most dangerous Naghtmare in existence."
>Reclining with a grim face, he sighs."Twisted Wing cannot even sense what she is doing. Since I have minimal tolerance for being burned, the Burning General is on her own unless Flowing actively harms another, in which case she will be immediately executed. That has not happened.
The remaining Citadel survivors and relief forces are scared shitless. I do not blame them, nor do I desire to tempt and risk fate
again this week. Does that count for 'protocol'?"