The Liquid Wallaby - Meanwhile, in the East (Closed)

[Barboneia]

CRACK!

The sound of lightning burst through the air as a part of the sky directly over the Wallaby seemed to crackle. Suddenly, with a blinding flash and a boom, a young, pale, distressed looking man seemed to appear about thirty feet above the street. He seemed to be wearing a strange, brightly colored hoodie covered with mosaic like patterns of shapes and lines. "Vad i helvete?!", the man screamed, as he plummeted towards the ground. Perhaps luckily, a plain white sedan was parked in front of the Wallaby, and he slammed against the hood of it, denting it heavily. He made a loud "ACK!" sound and rolled off of the hood as the alarm in the car went off.

The young man lay still on the ground, clutching his stomach, faint groaning sounds coming from him.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

CRACK!

The sound of lightning burst through the air as a part of the sky directly over the Wallaby seemed to crackle. Suddenly, with a blinding flash and a boom, a young, pale, distressed looking man seemed to appear about thirty feet above the street. He seemed to be wearing a strange, brightly colored hoodie covered with mosaic like patterns of shapes and lines. "Vad i helvete?!", the man screamed, as he plummeted towards the ground. Perhaps luckily, a plain white sedan was parked in front of the Wallaby, and he slammed against the hood of it, denting it heavily. He made a loud "ACK!" sound and rolled off of the hood as the alarm in the car went off.

The young man lay still on the ground, clutching his stomach, faint groaning sounds coming from him.

Crysal walks past him rather casually, whistling at herself before glancing over to him. "If you're going to break into a car, you're not getting in through the hood. Come on now."

[Torrocca]

Mikhail wakes up at the bar, grasping his head and groaning slightly. He glances around, and sees that several of his compatriots are still unconscious from the copious amounts of drinking and celebrating that went on the night before. "Ugh... comrades?" he mutters, hoping for a response. There's no response.

[Barboneia]

CRACK!

The sound of lightning burst through the air as a part of the sky directly over the Wallaby seemed to crackle. Suddenly, with a blinding flash and a boom, a young, pale, distressed looking man seemed to appear about thirty feet above the street. He seemed to be wearing a strange, brightly colored hoodie covered with mosaic like patterns of shapes and lines. "Vad i helvete?!", the man screamed, as he plummeted towards the ground. Perhaps luckily, a plain white sedan was parked in front of the Wallaby, and he slammed against the hood of it, denting it heavily. He made a loud "ACK!" sound and rolled off of the hood as the alarm in the car went off.

The young man lay still on the ground, clutching his stomach, faint groaning sounds coming from him.

Crysal walks past him rather casually, whistling at herself before glancing over to him. "If you're going to break into a car, you're not getting in through the hood. Come on now."

The man seemed to groan even louder, and reached out a hand towards her. "Hjälp mig..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Crysal walks past him rather casually, whistling at herself before glancing over to him. "If you're going to break into a car, you're not getting in through the hood. Come on now."

The man seemed to groan even louder, and reached out a hand towards her. "Hjälp mig..."

"Det finns ingen att hjälpa dig." She struts into the bar.

[Ava Ire]

CRACK!

The sound of lightning burst through the air as a part of the sky directly over the Wallaby seemed to crackle. Suddenly, with a blinding flash and a boom, a young, pale, distressed looking man seemed to appear about thirty feet above the street. He seemed to be wearing a strange, brightly colored hoodie covered with mosaic like patterns of shapes and lines. "Vad i helvete?!", the man screamed, as he plummeted towards the ground. Perhaps luckily, a plain white sedan was parked in front of the Wallaby, and he slammed against the hood of it, denting it heavily. He made a loud "ACK!" sound and rolled off of the hood as the alarm in the car went off.

The young man lay still on the ground, clutching his stomach, faint groaning sounds coming from him.

Omad happened to be not too far from where it happened. He was leaning against a black van, chatting with a tall man in a brown coat, when suddenly the pale young man fell out of the sky... and onto a white sedan in front of the Liquid Wallaby. Omad gasped, and instinctively rushed over to help him. He stood over the man, trying to see whether or not he was conscious.

[Lucid People]

The yet-unnamed Thing stretched luxuriously. Orange lips split apart to accommodate a grin from pointed teeth, and the Lucid hissed quietly at the smoldering embers decorating the earth at their feet. Smoke was inhaled and some raw meat of dubious origin was swallowed, but they did not linger in solitude for long. Blue-grey flesh was concealed in an instant by a shell of black material not unlike bone or chitin. Two massive, orange eyes blinked into existence on the surface of their "head", and a perfectly flat orange line formed where one's mouth was typically located.

Minutes later, the little horned beast pushed their way into the Liquid Wallaby again. "Hhhh."

Ava looked down, and noticed the little horned beast as it made its way into the Wallaby. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why, hello again. Are you some sort of spirit?"

They blinked slowly at the girl. "I'ma Hughmun with a zkin condition, miz."

[Barboneia]

CRACK!

The sound of lightning burst through the air as a part of the sky directly over the Wallaby seemed to crackle. Suddenly, with a blinding flash and a boom, a young, pale, distressed looking man seemed to appear about thirty feet above the street. He seemed to be wearing a strange, brightly colored hoodie covered with mosaic like patterns of shapes and lines. "Vad i helvete?!", the man screamed, as he plummeted towards the ground. Perhaps luckily, a plain white sedan was parked in front of the Wallaby, and he slammed against the hood of it, denting it heavily. He made a loud "ACK!" sound and rolled off of the hood as the alarm in the car went off.

The young man lay still on the ground, clutching his stomach, faint groaning sounds coming from him.

Omad happened to be not too far from where it happened. He was leaning against a black van, chatting with a tall man in a brown coat, when suddenly the pale young man fell out of the sky... and onto a white sedan in front of the Liquid Wallaby. Omad gasped, and instinctively rushed over to help him. He stood over the man, trying to see whether or not he was conscious.

He seemed conscious, although barely. Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that he definitely wasn't from around here. The strange mosaic-like hoodie was one dead giveaway, but another was the bright green track pants he wore, which had white stripes going down the lengths of the legs. His curly hair was dark brown, his face rather round and smooth, and his eyes a dark blue. He groaned, staring up at Omad. "Varför ser du så?"

[Taigawa]

Kyrati is still in her room with her models.

Valeera is in the main area polishing her armor's compacted form.

[Torrocca]

Kyrati is still in her room with her models.

Valeera is in the main area polishing her armor's compacted form.

Mikhail glances over at Valeera, and asks in a drawn-out, somewhat pained voice, "whaaat... the heck... are you... cleaning? Urgh..."

[Ava Ire]

Ava looked down, and noticed the little horned beast as it made its way into the Wallaby. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why, hello again. Are you some sort of spirit?"

They blinked slowly at the girl. "I'ma Hughmun with a zkin condition, miz."

Ava gave it an odd look, as if trying to comprehend what it said, before slowly nodding.
"Y-you're a human, huh? Hmm. Well, uh, wh-where're you from?..."

Omad happened to be not too far from where it happened. He was leaning against a black van, chatting with a tall man in a brown coat, when suddenly the pale young man fell out of the sky... and onto a white sedan in front of the Liquid Wallaby. Omad gasped, and instinctively rushed over to help him. He stood over the man, trying to see whether or not he was conscious.

He seemed conscious, although barely. Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that he definitely wasn't from around here. The strange mosaic-like hoodie was one dead giveaway, but another was the bright green track pants he wore, which had white stripes going down the lengths of the legs. His curly hair was dark brown, his face rather round and smooth, and his eyes a dark blue. He groaned, staring up at Omad. "Varför ser du så?"

Omad frowned, realizing that he had no idea as to what the man was saying. "Oh dear, oh dear this is not good..." Beginning to sweat profusely, Omad shifted the strange man off of the road, and leaned him against the white sedan. He noticed his very odd attire. It wasn't anything like he'd seen anybody wear on the Isle of Man. Omad scratched his head. "Who in the world... are you?" Omad wondered, though more to himself.

[Barboneia]

He seemed conscious, although barely. Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that he definitely wasn't from around here. The strange mosaic-like hoodie was one dead giveaway, but another was the bright green track pants he wore, which had white stripes going down the lengths of the legs. His curly hair was dark brown, his face rather round and smooth, and his eyes a dark blue. He groaned, staring up at Omad. "Varför ser du så?"

Omad frowned, realizing that he had no idea as to what the man was saying. "Oh dear, oh dear this is not good..." Beginning to sweat profusely, Omad shifted the strange man off of the road, and leaned him against the white sedan. He noticed his very odd attire. It wasn't anything like he'd seen anybody wear on the Isle of Man. Omad scratched his head. "Who in the world... are you?" Omad wondered, though more to himself.

"Vad?" The man seemed to strain to hear for a bit, before looking like he realized something. "Engelska... Engelska! Du pratar engelska!" He coughed, and grinned up at the grey ambassador. He suddenly began to speak in a Swedish-accented English. "You speak English? Ah, that should make communicating easier. Apologies for not realizing sooner, I assume I was just in shock." He looked around, before looking back up at Omad. "Where... Ah... Where am I? This does not seem to be Västerort..." He raised an eyebrow. "And... Apologies for asking, but... Why do you appear to be... Grey?"

[Lucid People]

They blinked slowly at the girl. "I'ma Hughmun with a zkin condition, miz."

Ava gave it an odd look, as if trying to comprehend what it said, before slowly nodding.
"Y-you're a human, huh? Hmm. Well, uh, wh-where're you from?..."

"I, uh..." They pointed vaguely, sort of Southward and up towards the sky. "From over that way, miz. Moved here after the localz got twitchy cuz of zome 'henanigans involving high-caliber boomztickz."

[Taigawa]

Kyrati is still in her room with her models.

Valeera is in the main area polishing her armor's compacted form.

Mikhail glances over at Valeera, and asks in a drawn-out, somewhat pained voice, "whaaat... the heck... are you... cleaning? Urgh..."

"Forerunner armor. Like the kind Kyrati has, just more ornamental then hers."

[Ava Ire]

Omad frowned, realizing that he had no idea as to what the man was saying. "Oh dear, oh dear this is not good..." Beginning to sweat profusely, Omad shifted the strange man off of the road, and leaned him against the white sedan. He noticed his very odd attire. It wasn't anything like he'd seen anybody wear on the Isle of Man. Omad scratched his head. "Who in the world... are you?" Omad wondered, though more to himself.

"Vad?" The man seemed to strain to hear for a bit, before looking like he realized something. "Engelska... Engelska! Du pratar engelska!" He coughed, and grinned up at the grey ambassador. He suddenly began to speak in a Swedish-accented English. "You speak English? Ah, that should make communicating easier. Apologies for not realizing sooner, I assume I was just in shock." He looked around, before looking back up at Omad. "Where... Ah... Where am I? This does not seem to be Västerort..." He raised an eyebrow. "And... Apologies for asking, but... Why do you appear to be... Grey?"

Omad couldn't help but smile. "Ah, yes, glad to see you're alright!" He also glanced around.

"No, this is not.... Vaster..ort... This is the Isle of Man, and you just so happen to be right outside a very famous pub called The Liquid Wallaby. Odd name, I know." Omad seemed slightly taken aback by his last question, but he just chuckled and said, "Wh-why am I grey? Heavens, that's because I was born that way! I'm not a human at all, don't you know?" He took a look at the man, and then frowned, biting his lip. "Mm, well then again, I suppose you wouldn't know, heh..." He looked over the man, appearing concerned. "Now, how in the world did you end up falling on that vehicle?"

Ava gave it an odd look, as if trying to comprehend what it said, before slowly nodding.
"Y-you're a human, huh? Hmm. Well, uh, wh-where're you from?..."

"I, uh..." They pointed vaguely, sort of Southward and up towards the sky. "From over that way, miz. Moved here after the localz got twitchy cuz of zome 'henanigans involving high-caliber boomztickz."

Ava stared at them in a sort of incredulous way. She rubbed her forehead.
"Uh... right. And, um, what might your name be?..."

[Torrocca]

Mikhail glances over at Valeera, and asks in a drawn-out, somewhat pained voice, "whaaat... the heck... are you... cleaning? Urgh..."

"Forerunner armor. Like the kind Kyrati has, just more ornamental then hers."

"Fore... runner? Why do... runners... need armor?"

[Barboneia]

"Vad?" The man seemed to strain to hear for a bit, before looking like he realized something. "Engelska... Engelska! Du pratar engelska!" He coughed, and grinned up at the grey ambassador. He suddenly began to speak in a Swedish-accented English. "You speak English? Ah, that should make communicating easier. Apologies for not realizing sooner, I assume I was just in shock." He looked around, before looking back up at Omad. "Where... Ah... Where am I? This does not seem to be Västerort..." He raised an eyebrow. "And... Apologies for asking, but... Why do you appear to be... Grey?"

Omad couldn't help but smile. "Ah, yes, glad to see you're alright!" He also glanced around.

"No, this is not.... Vaster..ort... This is the Isle of Man, and you just so happen to be right outside a very famous pub called The Liquid Wallaby. Odd name, I know." Omad seemed slightly taken aback by his last question, but he just chuckled and said, "Wh-why am I grey? Heavens, that's because I was born that way! I'm not a human at all, don't you know?" He took a look at the man, and then frowned, biting his lip. "Mm, well then again, I suppose you wouldn't know, heh..." He looked over the man, appearing concerned. "Now, how in the world did you end up falling on that vehicle?"

"We're not in Sweden?! Oh dear. I've never been outside of the Stockholms län... Isle of Man, you say? I've not heard of it. Seems like an unusual name." He squinted at the man, trying to look with more detail at him. "You're not... Not human? What..." Using the car for support, he slowly stood up. He appeared to be about five feet nine inches in height, with a somewhat thin build. "...If you're not human, than what else could you possibly be?" However, he put the question towards the back of his mind as he was asked how he fell on the car. "Well, I'm... I'm not to sure! I was in my garage, using my computer, when all of a sudden I saw a flash, and I ended up here! Wherever this 'Isle of Man' place is." He turned around slowly, a hand clutched over his stomach, and he stared at the car. "Amazing... I've never seen a car like it! It certainly doesn't appear to be made by Volvo... Quite marvelous. Must be a new 1995 make I haven't seen yet. I still have just a Volvo 440..." He grinned, obviously entranced by the modern design of the vehicle.

[Taigawa]

"Forerunner armor. Like the kind Kyrati has, just more ornamental then hers."

"Fore... runner? Why do... runners... need armor?"

"100,000 years ago, the Forerunner civilization fought a war. Who they fought and why has yet to be revealed to us, but given they disappeared around that time, we presume they lost. The technology they left behind-weapons, ships, armor-are of tremendous value to my people, but few examples have survived that we know of. We are only now attaining the ability to closely match their technology."

[Torrocca]

Meanwhile, at Torr's apartment, Torr wakes up on the rather large sofa, groaning a bit. "Ugh... I need to buy one with a fold-out bed... this thing isn't good for sleep..." he mutters, sitting up and looking around.

[Torrocca]

"Fore... runner? Why do... runners... need armor?"

"100,000 years ago, the Forerunner civilization fought a war. Who they fought and why has yet to be revealed to us, but given they disappeared around that time, we presume they lost. The technology they left behind-weapons, ships, armor-are of tremendous value to my people, but few examples have survived that we know of. We are only now attaining the ability to closely match their technology."

"... WAIT! You all aren't just a bunch of furries?!" Mikhail, in his new state of absolute and utter shock, nearly faints.

[Ava Ire]

Omad couldn't help but smile. "Ah, yes, glad to see you're alright!" He also glanced around.

"No, this is not.... Vaster..ort... This is the Isle of Man, and you just so happen to be right outside a very famous pub called The Liquid Wallaby. Odd name, I know." Omad seemed slightly taken aback by his last question, but he just chuckled and said, "Wh-why am I grey? Heavens, that's because I was born that way! I'm not a human at all, don't you know?" He took a look at the man, and then frowned, biting his lip. "Mm, well then again, I suppose you wouldn't know, heh..." He looked over the man, appearing concerned. "Now, how in the world did you end up falling on that vehicle?"

"We're not in Sweden?! Oh dear. I've never been outside of the Stockholms län... Isle of Man, you say? I've not heard of it. Seems like an unusual name." He squinted at the man, trying to look with more detail at him. "You're not... Not human? What..." Using the car for support, he slowly stood up. He appeared to be about five feet nine inches in height, with a somewhat thin build. "...If you're not human, than what else could you possibly be?" However, he put the question towards the back of his mind as he was asked how he fell on the car. "Well, I'm... I'm not to sure! I was in my garage, using my computer, when all of a sudden I saw a flash, and I ended up here! Wherever this 'Isle of Man' place is." He turned around slowly, a hand clutched over his stomach, and he stared at the car. "Amazing... I've never seen a car like it! It certainly doesn't appear to be made by Volvo... Quite marvelous. Must be a new 1995 make I haven't seen yet. I still have just a Volvo 440..." He grinned, obviously entranced by the modern design of the vehicle.

Omad gave him a peculiar look. "I'm a Doulas, of the Holy Empire. I'm assuming you've never heard of us then..." He then observed as the odd man marveled at the white sedan in amazement. "You are... strange. Though really, everybody that pops up at this pub is a bit strange. Myself included."

Omad watched him for a bit, before he began to speak up again. "So, uh, what are you called? And, perhaps more importantly, are you actually okay? You, uh, took quite a hit a while ago..."

---

Ira sat up, waking from a light sleep. She groaned, stretching on the sofa that she had slept on. Her eyes fluttered, and then snapped open as she realized where she was. "Gah!" she cried, coming to her senses. She had indeed fallen asleep on the sofa in Torr's apartment. Ira looked around her. Light streamed in from the windows, and it appeared to be early evening. Her book lay beside her.

"Ugh..." She got up, stretching. Why the hell didn't I go home?! she thought to herself, and she began to wonder if Torr himself was still here.

[Taigawa]

"100,000 years ago, the Forerunner civilization fought a war. Who they fought and why has yet to be revealed to us, but given they disappeared around that time, we presume they lost. The technology they left behind-weapons, ships, armor-are of tremendous value to my people, but few examples have survived that we know of. We are only now attaining the ability to closely match their technology."

"... WAIT! You all aren't just a bunch of furries?!" Mikhail, in his new state of absolute and ut aster shock, nearly faints.

"It'd be a lie not to tell you my kind weren't a major part of Thessia's racial demographic, we are one of the native race after all, we are not all that pledge allegiance to the core world of the Ecumene. There are our canine equivalents, then the Kirran,....and Humans...and lastly, the Asari. I represent the Council that leads all of that."

[Torrocca]

"We're not in Sweden?! Oh dear. I've never been outside of the Stockholms län... Isle of Man, you say? I've not heard of it. Seems like an unusual name." He squinted at the man, trying to look with more detail at him. "You're not... Not human? What..." Using the car for support, he slowly stood up. He appeared to be about five feet nine inches in height, with a somewhat thin build. "...If you're not human, than what else could you possibly be?" However, he put the question towards the back of his mind as he was asked how he fell on the car. "Well, I'm... I'm not to sure! I was in my garage, using my computer, when all of a sudden I saw a flash, and I ended up here! Wherever this 'Isle of Man' place is." He turned around slowly, a hand clutched over his stomach, and he stared at the car. "Amazing... I've never seen a car like it! It certainly doesn't appear to be made by Volvo... Quite marvelous. Must be a new 1995 make I haven't seen yet. I still have just a Volvo 440..." He grinned, obviously entranced by the modern design of the vehicle.

Omad gave him a peculiar look. "I'm a Doulas, of the Holy Empire. I'm assuming you've never heard of us then..." He then observed as the odd man marveled at the white sedan in amazement. "You are... strange. Though really, everybody that pops up at this pub is a bit strange. Myself included."

Omad watched him for a bit, before he began to speak up again. "So, uh, what are you called? And, perhaps more importantly, are you actually okay? You, uh, took quite a hit a while ago..."

---

Ira sat up, waking from a light sleep. She groaned, stretching on the sofa that she had slept on. Her eyes fluttered, and then snapped open as she realized where she was. "Gah!" she cried, coming to her senses. She had indeed fallen asleep on the sofa in Torr's apartment. Ira looked around her. Light streamed in from the windows, and it appeared to be early evening. Her book lay beside her.

"Ugh..." She got up, stretching. Why the hell didn't I go home?! she thought to herself, and she began to wonder if Torr himself was still here.

Torr snaps his attention to Ira after she cries out, then slowly asks, "er... what, uh... you slept here too?"

"... WAIT! You all aren't just a bunch of furries?!" Mikhail, in his new state of absolute and ut aster shock, nearly faints.

"It'd be a lie not to tell you my kind weren't a major part of Thessia's racial demographic, we are one of the native race after all, we are not all that pledge allegiance to the core world of the Ecumene. There are our canine equivalents, then the Kirran,....and Humans...and lastly, the Asari. I represent the Council that leads all of that."

"Jesus Christ, this sounds like an awful fanfic," Mikhail mutters, shaking his head before saying, "tell me more."

[Barboneia]

"We're not in Sweden?! Oh dear. I've never been outside of the Stockholms län... Isle of Man, you say? I've not heard of it. Seems like an unusual name." He squinted at the man, trying to look with more detail at him. "You're not... Not human? What..." Using the car for support, he slowly stood up. He appeared to be about five feet nine inches in height, with a somewhat thin build. "...If you're not human, than what else could you possibly be?" However, he put the question towards the back of his mind as he was asked how he fell on the car. "Well, I'm... I'm not to sure! I was in my garage, using my computer, when all of a sudden I saw a flash, and I ended up here! Wherever this 'Isle of Man' place is." He turned around slowly, a hand clutched over his stomach, and he stared at the car. "Amazing... I've never seen a car like it! It certainly doesn't appear to be made by Volvo... Quite marvelous. Must be a new 1995 make I haven't seen yet. I still have just a Volvo 440..." He grinned, obviously entranced by the modern design of the vehicle.

Omad gave him a peculiar look. "I'm a Doulas, of the Holy Empire. I'm assuming you've never heard of us then..." He then observed as the odd man marveled at the white sedan in amazement. "You are... strange. Though really, everybody that pops up at this pub is a bit strange. Myself included."

Omad watched him for a bit, before he began to speak up again. "So, uh, what are you called? And, perhaps more importantly, are you actually okay? You, uh, took quite a hit a while ago..."

"A... 'Doulas'? What a peculiar name. And Holy Empire? Goodness, is this the Crusades again?" He chuckled a bit to himself, but then looked a bit concerned. "...Wait... What year is it? It's... It's 1995, right? Because... If it's not, then that means that... That..." His eyes widened. "...Oh no. Oh no, it couldn't be..." He held his head in his hands. "...Then... That means that I couldn't possibly be on Earth... This... This must be some sort of alternate universe!" He looked around in horror. "Oh no! How could this have happened? How will I get back?!" He slowly sat down on the hood of the car, looking like he was about burst into tears.

"...I... I'm Simon... Simon S-Stendahl... And no, I'm not okay..."

[Taigawa]

Omad gave him a peculiar look. "I'm a Doulas, of the Holy Empire. I'm assuming you've never heard of us then..." He then observed as the odd man marveled at the white sedan in amazement. "You are... strange. Though really, everybody that pops up at this pub is a bit strange. Myself included."

Omad watched him for a bit, before he began to speak up again. "So, uh, what are you called? And, perhaps more importantly, are you actually okay? You, uh, took quite a hit a while ago..."

---

Ira sat up, waking from a light sleep. She groaned, stretching on the sofa that she had slept on. Her eyes fluttered, and then snapped open as she realized where she was. "Gah!" she cried, coming to her senses. She had indeed fallen asleep on the sofa in Torr's apartment. Ira looked around her. Light streamed in from the windows, and it appeared to be early evening. Her book lay beside her.

"Ugh..." She got up, stretching. Why the hell didn't I go home?! she thought to herself, and she began to wonder if Torr himself was still here.

Torr snaps his attention to Ira after she cries out, then slowly asks, "er... what, uh... you slept here too?"

"It'd be a lie not to tell you my kind weren't a major part of Thessia's racial demographic, we are one of the native race after all, we are not all that pledge allegiance to the core world of the Ecumene. There are our canine equivalents, then the Kirran,....and Humans...and lastly, the Asari. I represent the Council that leads all of that."

"Jesus Christ, this sounds like an awful fanfic," Mikhail mutters, shaking his head before saying, "tell me more."

"Outside the human enclaves, that deity isn't even acknowledged, as it is a construct of humans, who are looked down upon by my kind, as they are weaker and not as productive as My kind and the other natives. They are racist, uncoath, intolerant, and have nearly started a genocidal war over their alien gods. They are, in my opinion, unworthy of the Reclaimer title the Forerunners gave them since this behavior persists even with their advancement to being a Tier 2 civilization."