Eternal Banquet 3 [all techs IC]

[Urran]

"That would be an attack submarine." The woman said, offering them all a rice ball stuffed with salmon. "Urran takes pride in ship building and our government makes money by selling certain military weapons. This is an export model submarine that we sell to nations who want a large attack vessel, but cannot afford a nuclear boat. It's diesel powered, has an air independent propulsion system, so it's just as quiet as a nuclear submarine, and can deploy torpedoes, anti ship missiles, and mines. We were hoping that some other nations might be interested in in. But, as you can see." she gestured back to the performance. "We mainly just wanted to share our culture with the world."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

The waiter did seem to pay much mind to the money although its psychic effects tugged at him he considered how valuable it would be if melted down into something more practical. Like a bomb. As Pilkington moved down the streets that turned into alley's and roadways that turned into runways they found themselves drawn towards a small bazaar like square where various Luxans were haggling and bartering with each other. Some were selling exotic foods and live animals the likes of which the raptors had never seen others where preaching about strange books and items of unmentionable power. The air was heavily spiced and it felt like they had stepped into the middle of a oriental market as wheeling jade merchants shouted about strange types medicine.

With so many things to choose from, Pilkington didn't know where to begin, he turned his attention to the objects of unmentionable power or rather the beings proclaiming them. Mr. Fall focused on those selling animals, as he was more profit driven than power hungry and saw opportunity to market a new novelty. The guards spun every which way trying to spot danger with itchy trigger fingers.

[Primordial Luxa]

Lucifer left the restaurant and walked along the sidewalk, wondering what other strange things he would see in this odd place. He just hoped he wouldn't die, especially because it was very likely. Also because it was an election year and being dead would definitely cost him some votes. Lucifer took out his IPod and decided to post something on the new social networking site he had seen known as "The Punch." It was very strange, and only had basic features, but it still worked well. Suddenly, his face went pale and Lucifer stopped what he was doing. He looked down at the two Daleks next to him and his jaw dropped.

Lucifer found himself in a square where a large group of Luxans of various different sizes and shapes were talking as well a variety of small shops and stores. The square was dominated by a large statue that was between seven and eight meters in height, and of exquisitely artistic workmanship. It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of the wings touched the back edge of the block, the seat occupied the centre, whilst the long, curved claws of the doubled-up, crouching hind legs gripped the front edge and extended a quarter of the way clown toward the bottom of the pedestal. The cephalopod head was bent forward, so that the ends of the facial feelers brushed the backs of huge fore paws which clasped the croucher's elevated knees. The aspect of the whole was abnormally life-like, and the more subtly fearful because its source was so totally unknown. Its vast, awesome, and incalculable age was unmistakable; yet not one link did it shew with any known type of art belonging to civilisation's youth - or indeed to any other time. Totally separate and apart, its very material was a mystery; for the soapy, greenish-black stone with its golden or iridescent flecks and striations resembled nothing familiar to geology or mineralogy. The characters along the base were equally baffling they, like the subject and material, belonged to something horribly remote and distinct from mankind as we know it. something frightfully suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life in which our world and our conceptions have no part.

"That would be an attack submarine." The woman said, offering them all a rice ball stuffed with salmon. "Urran takes pride in ship building and our government makes money by selling certain military weapons. This is an export model submarine that we sell to nations who want a large attack vessel, but cannot afford a nuclear boat. It's diesel powered, has an air independent propulsion system, so it's just as quiet as a nuclear submarine, and can deploy torpedoes, anti ship missiles, and mines. We were hoping that some other nations might be interested in in. But, as you can see." she gestured back to the performance. "We mainly just wanted to share our culture with the world."

The Luxans nodded and help themselves to the additional food. "Well this is a very diverse display you have set up here. Was this solely orchestrated by your government or did you have organization pitch in?"

The waiter did seem to pay much mind to the money although its psychic effects tugged at him he considered how valuable it would be if melted down into something more practical. Like a bomb. As Pilkington moved down the streets that turned into alley's and roadways that turned into runways they found themselves drawn towards a small bazaar like square where various Luxans were haggling and bartering with each other. Some were selling exotic foods and live animals the likes of which the raptors had never seen others where preaching about strange books and items of unmentionable power. The air was heavily spiced and it felt like they had stepped into the middle of a oriental market as wheeling jade merchants shouted about strange types medicine.

With so many things to choose from, Pilkington didn't know where to begin, he turned his attention to the objects of unmentionable power or rather the beings proclaiming them. Mr. Fall focused on those selling animals, as he was more profit driven than power hungry and saw opportunity to market a new novelty. The guards spun every which way trying to spot danger with itchy trigger fingers.

Pilkington found him self in front of a rusted looking hole in the wall of a shack where a bent and crooked old women was guarding a store of scrolls and books that looked like them had been pillaged from some ancient vault. Their was sets of inscribed wooden slates contained in a locked steel coffer, cryptic compendiums bound in leather and sets of scrolls bound by leather cords. Fall found him self elbow to elbow in the middle of the square surrounded by people and animals of various shapes and sizes. Many of the creatures were small things kept in tiny wooden or metallic cages; some were vaguely humanoid with distorted features that made them look like imps or fairies. Others were insidious things covered in spine and pincers that kept snapping and biting at each other in fierce fury while still more took the form of normal animals with strange tentacle and polypous growths. The Guards would quickly realize that nearly everyone in the square was armed to some degree and that their was little they could do to guarantee the safety of their leaders in such a chaotic setting.

[Fraire]

Lucifer left the restaurant and walked along the sidewalk, wondering what other strange things he would see in this odd place. He just hoped he wouldn't die, especially because it was very likely. Also because it was an election year and being dead would definitely cost him some votes. Lucifer took out his IPod and decided to post something on the new social networking site he had seen known as "The Punch." It was very strange, and only had basic features, but it still worked well. Suddenly, his face went pale and Lucifer stopped what he was doing. He looked down at the two Daleks next to him and his jaw dropped.

Lucifer found himself in a square where a large group of Luxans of various different sizes and shapes were talking as well a variety of small shops and stores. The square was dominated by a large statue that was between seven and eight meters in height, and of exquisitely artistic workmanship. It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of the wings touched the back edge of the block, the seat occupied the centre, whilst the long, curved claws of the doubled-up, crouching hind legs gripped the front edge and extended a quarter of the way clown toward the bottom of the pedestal. The cephalopod head was bent forward, so that the ends of the facial feelers brushed the backs of huge fore paws which clasped the croucher's elevated knees. The aspect of the whole was abnormally life-like, and the more subtly fearful because its source was so totally unknown. Its vast, awesome, and incalculable age was unmistakable; yet not one link did it shew with any known type of art belonging to civilisation's youth - or indeed to any other time. Totally separate and apart, its very material was a mystery; for the soapy, greenish-black stone with its golden or iridescent flecks and striations resembled nothing familiar to geology or mineralogy. The characters along the base were equally baffling they, like the subject and material, belonged to something horribly remote and distinct from mankind as we know it. something frightfully suggestive of old and unhallowed cycles of life in which our world and our conceptions have no part.

"That would be an attack submarine." The woman said, offering them all a rice ball stuffed with salmon. "Urran takes pride in ship building and our government makes money by selling certain military weapons. This is an export model submarine that we sell to nations who want a large attack vessel, but cannot afford a nuclear boat. It's diesel powered, has an air independent propulsion system, so it's just as quiet as a nuclear submarine, and can deploy torpedoes, anti ship missiles, and mines. We were hoping that some other nations might be interested in in. But, as you can see." she gestured back to the performance. "We mainly just wanted to share our culture with the world."

The Luxans nodded and help themselves to the additional food. "Well this is a very diverse display you have set up here. Was this solely orchestrated by your government or did you have organization pitch in?"

With so many things to choose from, Pilkington didn't know where to begin, he turned his attention to the objects of unmentionable power or rather the beings proclaiming them. Mr. Fall focused on those selling animals, as he was more profit driven than power hungry and saw opportunity to market a new novelty. The guards spun every which way trying to spot danger with itchy trigger fingers.

Pilkington found him self in front of a rusted looking hole in the wall of a shack where a bent and crooked old women was guarding a store of scrolls and books that looked like them had been pillaged from some ancient vault. Their was sets of inscribed wooden slates contained in a locked steel coffer, cryptic compendiums bound in leather and sets of scrolls bound by leather cords. Fall found him self elbow to elbow in the middle of the square surrounded by people and animals of various shapes and sizes. Many of the creatures were small things kept in tiny wooden or metallic cages; some were vaguely humanoid with distorted features that made them look like imps or fairies. Others were insidious things covered in spine and pincers that kept snapping and biting at each other in fierce fury while still more took the form of normal animals with strange tentacle and polypous growths. The Guards would quickly realize that nearly everyone in the square was armed to some degree and that their was little they could do to guarantee the safety of their leaders in such a chaotic setting.

"Mother of god, I think I'll stay out of my hotel room for a while. Maybe call the cops. Or something." He looked at the statue. "Interesting piece of work here. Looks a bit like Cthulhu. Sort of." He turned towards the people around him. "What a strange person...I must appear to be to them." Lucifer already knew that he was the freak to these other creatures.

[Urran]

"The art departments from Urran's universities competed to be able to send students to perform. Each group here is from a different university believe it or not, how do you say, college students. The government paid their way and made the schedule, but these are all private individuals." The Man explained. "Impressive are they not?"

[Monfrox]

"Klara! Grenade!" Krista said, keeping behind her cover. Klara looked back and up to see the grenade at the peak of it's arch. By her judgement, it was going to hit her. The blast radius of a grenade is always five feet more than you can jump, so Klara resorted to the only thing she could do. In a split second, her eyes went red, the pupils slit, and the sclera blackened. She reached up and then spun 360 degrees in her spot. She looked back at the man with the launcher and bared razor sharp teeth. Then she held up the smoking grenade he launched in her hand. Still intact, still active. She tossed it behind her and it exploded at a relatively safe distance. Klara's weapon began to glow red in it's metal parts as she picked it back up and sighted in her target.

[Primordial Luxa]

"The art departments from Urran's universities competed to be able to send students to perform. Each group here is from a different university believe it or not, how do you say, college students. The government paid their way and made the schedule, but these are all private individuals." The Man explained. "Impressive are they not?"

"Very. Are colleges a major part of your nations focus? Here the government is spending nearly a third of there budget on the educational system." The flaming man said.

[Primordial Luxa]

"Klara! Grenade!" Krista said, keeping behind her cover. Klara looked back and up to see the grenade at the peak of it's arch. By her judgement, it was going to hit her. The blast radius of a grenade is always five feet more than you can jump, so Klara resorted to the only thing she could do. In a split second, her eyes went red, the pupils slit, and the sclera blackened. She reached up and then spun 360 degrees in her spot. She looked back at the man with the launcher and bared razor sharp teeth. Then she held up the smoking grenade he launched in her hand. Still intact, still active. She tossed it behind her and it exploded at a relatively safe distance. Klara's weapon began to glow red in it's metal parts as she picked it back up and sighted in her target.

As Klara caught the grenade another landed by her feet and a third appeared as she tossed the first away. They detonated with a powerful burst of fire and searing metal, as they washed over the young soldier like oil over water she didn't feel the heat but rather a slight tingling as she disappeared in a flash of light. The sensation of teleportation was totally indescribable and alien, it wasn't a burning, a stinging, an aching, or a tickling but all of them at once and none of them. She reappeared in the prepping room facing the man wearing the large fur suit he handed her a box of various medical supplies in case she wanted to treat herself as well as a strange colored drink. Meanwhile Krista felt the arcane boulder she was hiding behind rock with the powerful force of the shotgun shells chipping it and sinister pellets whizzed by the corners of the structure.

[Urran]

"Education is mainly privatized in Urran but the quality of such education must meet strict government standards. But, if a student maintains a high enough GPA and a high ACT score, the government will pay for college tuition. If they did really well, books and housing may also be covered. But most can afford university as we have a high standard of living." The man nodded. "Roughly 25% of our government spending goes to education. But Urran has a small government."

[Monfrox]

Now it was Krista's turn to get serious. She too had changed just like Klara did, and was getting fed up with being pinned. She emptied the rest of her rifle's magazine by blinding firing to agitate the shotgunner before she slung it over her shoulder and drew her pistol. She then quickly scaled up the rock and jumped off the top, firing a hail of rounds down him.

[Primordial Luxa]

"Mother of god, I think I'll stay out of my hotel room for a while. Maybe call the cops. Or something." He looked at the statue. "Interesting piece of work here. Looks a bit like Cthulhu. Sort of." He turned towards the people around him. "What a strange person...I must appear to be to them." Lucifer already knew that he was the freak to these other creatures.

A very large and obvious elite pair of Luxan Immortals approach Lucifer from the front. They looked like normal soldiers at first but as they got closer Lucifer could see that they were anything but. Their armor was think and large like a bomb suit but seemed to be incredibly mobile, small infant skulls and other tribal fetishes hung from various places on their weapons. Runes and strange languages were scrawled across every part of them and strange growth like appendages moved beneath their armor. "Mr Lucifer? Can you come with use please, we have reason to believe that your life is at risk."

"Education is mainly privatized in Urran but the quality of such education must meet strict government standards. But, if a student maintains a high enough GPA and a high ACT score, the government will pay for college tuition. If they did really well, books and housing may also be covered. But most can afford university as we have a high standard of living." The man nodded. "Roughly 25% of our government spending goes to education. But Urran has a small government."

They nod as they sample more of the food and watch the display all the while enhancing the experience with various narcotics, perfumes, and textured pleasure devices. "The our country took a page out of Finlands books. None of us have ever paid a cent for schooling" the skin peeled women said. "Our government used to be small but its been growing to provide minor health care and protect the environment." "We all hate it" the women said as a clutch of sedimentary stones fell off her "The taxes reached 24% recently, i'm sure you read, so we went out and started burning things." "I mean how am I suppose to afford this" he said motioning to a vial of narcotics "when the sodding emperors trying to save the trees?"

Now it was Krista's turn to get serious. She too had changed just like Klara did, and was getting fed up with being pinned. She emptied the rest of her rifle's magazine by blinding firing to agitate the shotgunner before she slung it over her shoulder and drew her pistol. She then quickly scaled up the rock and jumped off the top, firing a hail of rounds down him.

As she jumped she could see the two other men were stilling shoot at the base of the pillar and the man with the shotgun didnt even notice as one of Kristas rounds punctured his forehead. As he disappeared in a flash of light she swore that his head had exploded in a mass of tendrils rather than bone and blood. However as a grenade landed near her she wasnt given much time to think about it.

[Fraire]

"Mother of god, I think I'll stay out of my hotel room for a while. Maybe call the cops. Or something." He looked at the statue. "Interesting piece of work here. Looks a bit like Cthulhu. Sort of." He turned towards the people around him. "What a strange person...I must appear to be to them." Lucifer already knew that he was the freak to these other creatures.

A very large and obvious elite pair of Luxan Immortals approach Lucifer from the front. They looked like normal soldiers at first but as they got closer Lucifer could see that they were anything but. Their armor was think and large like a bomb suit but seemed to be incredibly mobile, small infant skulls and other tribal fetishes hung from various places on their weapons. Runes and strange languages were scrawled across every part of them and strange growth like appendages moved beneath their armor. "Mr Lucifer? Can you come with use please, we have reason to believe that your life is at risk."

"Yes, it is. It appears that Max Jones, a former general who I had sent to jail, is hiding in one of my Daleks and is trying to kill me." His voice was shaky. "I'll come with you."

[Monfrox]

This grenadier was starting to get on her last nerves. Not only did he take Klara out, but she generally hated getting filled with shrapnel. It was a painstaking process to cut and dig around to find every little piece of metal that entered her. So much so, that she eventually stopped caring and let it sit in herself. She didn't waste time, and sprang towards the last man going into a dead sprint. Her pistol was empty, and she wasn't patient enough to reload it right now, let alone take her rifle off and load another two clips into it. She put her sidearm back into her holster and drew her dagger as she rushed towards her target. Her eyes fixated entirely on reading him as her dagger faintly glowed a dark red that matched her eyes. She gave a battle cry in a multiplexed voice that sounded like she was shouting in several different tones and octaves at the same time. This also revealed a second set of razor sharp teeth in her maw behind the first row.

[Urran]

"My sympathies." The man bowed. "I am not certain what that must be like. The tax rate in Urran is an even ten percent for all, rich and poor. We have a deep respect for the environment in our culture, so other than placing laws on industry and enforcing hunting and fishing regulations, our government doesn't really have any environmèmtal protection programs. Urrans zoos take that responsibility on themselves." He paused. "Now that I think about it, nearly half of our government spending is defense. That, and public transport."


The geisha on stage had been replaced with another set of drummers that were beginning to plau an old samurai war song.

[Primordial Luxa]

"My sympathies." The man bowed. "I am not certain what that must be like. The tax rate in Urran is an even ten percent for all, rich and poor. We have a deep respect for the environment in our culture, so other than placing laws on industry and enforcing hunting and fishing regulations, our government doesn't really have any environmèmtal protection programs. Urrans zoos take that responsibility on themselves." He paused. "Now that I think about it, nearly half of our government spending is defense. That, and public transport."


The geisha on stage had been replaced with another set of drummers that were beginning to plau an old samurai war song.

The Luxans seemed slightly apathetic obviously they had much less respect for the environment. To them anything that could die or grow weak deserved to, and that applied to the planets and stars themselves. Luxans actually enjoyed grey wastelands and radioactive pits for purely aesthetic reasons. "What can you tell us about this piece?" the man asked pointing to the new performance.

This grenadier was starting to get on her last nerves. Not only did he take Klara out, but she generally hated getting filled with shrapnel. It was a painstaking process to cut and dig around to find every little piece of metal that entered her. So much so, that she eventually stopped caring and let it sit in herself. She didn't waste time, and sprang towards the last man going into a dead sprint. Her pistol was empty, and she wasn't patient enough to reload it right now, let alone take her rifle off and load another two clips into it. She put her sidearm back into her holster and drew her dagger as she rushed towards her target. Her eyes fixated entirely on reading him as her dagger faintly glowed a dark red that matched her eyes. She gave a battle cry in a multiplexed voice that sounded like she was shouting in several different tones and octaves at the same time. This also revealed a second set of razor sharp teeth in her maw behind the first row.

The man smiled with his entire body as she moved towards him. He slung his weapon across his back and drew a large wicked looking blade that was nearly as long as Krista's arm. It was obvious well used from its rancid condition and it was covered in brown chemical blood stains. It was hard for Krista to stay focused on him as his skin seemed to move and flow like a rippling sea and it radiated a strange wrongness about him. As she lunged at him he effortlessly stepped passed he blade and reach out to seize her knife arm while pulling back his blade for a powerful trust through her chest.

A very large and obvious elite pair of Luxan Immortals approach Lucifer from the front. They looked like normal soldiers at first but as they got closer Lucifer could see that they were anything but. Their armor was think and large like a bomb suit but seemed to be incredibly mobile, small infant skulls and other tribal fetishes hung from various places on their weapons. Runes and strange languages were scrawled across every part of them and strange growth like appendages moved beneath their armor. "Mr Lucifer? Can you come with use please, we have reason to believe that your life is at risk."

"Yes, it is. It appears that Max Jones, a former general who I had sent to jail, is hiding in one of my Daleks and is trying to kill me." His voice was shaky. "I'll come with you."

The Immortals lead Lucifer through the lines and curves of the the various streets of to a large garrison like buildings. He was taken to a very luxurious office room where some form of commander was waiting. He was dressed casually save for a kevlar cloak and a set of body armor. His face was incredibly androgynous and it had few describable feature making it slightly unsettling. "Im terribly sorry for this whole event my Esteemed. As we speak a team has been dispatched to your room to deal with Mr. Jones."

[Monfrox]

Krista couldn't hit the man solidly enough with her dagger after the man grabbed her arm, but she used her free one to stop him from sticking his knife through her like a shish kabob. She stood there, with the knife barely a few inches away from her body. She started laughing before looking to the man. "Oh come on, don't be like that. I only just got this uniform repaired a few days ago!" She cackled before putting her foot on his torso to force them to separate and springing away to get some distance. "Why don't you try to aim a little higher next time?" She taunted.

[Fraire]

The Immortals lead Lucifer through the lines and curves of the the various streets of to a large garrison like buildings. He was taken to a very luxurious office room where some form of commander was waiting. He was dressed casually save for a kevlar cloak and a set of body armor. His face was incredibly androgynous and it had few describable feature making it slightly unsettling. "Im terribly sorry for this whole event my Esteemed. As we speak a team has been dispatched to your room to deal with Mr. Jones."

"Well be carefull. Max Jones is a slippery one. A rumor went around Fraire that Max Jones was secretly some form of robotic cabbage or something and was only posing as a human." The Daleks laughed their robotic laughs. "That's enough Dalek #4758 and Dalek #5639. But anyway, he may have many tricks up his sleeve. I'm pretty sure he's magic. Or just vwery clever. With all the drugs and brain chips clouding up my mind it's hard to tell anymore. That's why they say that a Frairian belongs in no place but Fraire. But back to the point, he might already be gone, or even have a self-destruct button or other. But anyway, be careful. And you may want a DNa test because he could easily have made a clone of himself or something. I'd expect that kind of thing from him, y'know?"

[Primordial Luxa]

Krista couldn't hit the man solidly enough with her dagger after the man grabbed her arm, but she used her free one to stop him from sticking his knife through her like a shish kabob. She stood there, with the knife barely a few inches away from her body. She started laughing before looking to the man. "Oh come on, don't be like that. I only just got this uniform repaired a few days ago!" She cackled before putting her foot on his torso to force them to separate and springing away to get some distance. "Why don't you try to aim a little higher next time?" She taunted.

The man simply reached out and grabbed her leg as she leap away, a small piece of metal extend from his wrist and sliced her leg almost grazing her tendons. He did it fluidly and casually it was obvious several people had already tried the move Krista just had and he was more than used to it. He threw her into the ground with a solid smash before lunging at her again aiming the blade in his right hand at her throat and the one in his left wrist at her waist. His face was mask of animalistic pleasure like that of a wolf gnawing on bone or or a grub burrowing through cold flesh.

The Immortals lead Lucifer through the lines and curves of the the various streets of to a large garrison like buildings. He was taken to a very luxurious office room where some form of commander was waiting. He was dressed casually save for a kevlar cloak and a set of body armor. His face was incredibly androgynous and it had few describable feature making it slightly unsettling. "Im terribly sorry for this whole event my Esteemed. As we speak a team has been dispatched to your room to deal with Mr. Jones."

"Well be carefull. Max Jones is a slippery one. A rumor went around Fraire that Max Jones was secretly some form of robotic cabbage or something and was only posing as a human." The Daleks laughed their robotic laughs. "That's enough Dalek #4758 and Dalek #5639. But anyway, he may have many tricks up his sleeve. I'm pretty sure he's magic. Or just vwery clever. With all the drugs and brain chips clouding up my mind it's hard to tell anymore. That's why they say that a Frairian belongs in no place but Fraire. But back to the point, he might already be gone, or even have a self-destruct button or other. But anyway, be careful. And you may want a DNa test because he could easily have made a clone of himself or something. I'd expect that kind of thing from him, y'know?"

"Trust us sir. It would take more than a god to stop what were sending after him."

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-----Lucifers Room-----

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A pair of Immortals in their own suits of personally customized armor and each carrying and rifle of some strange alien design stopped outside of the ambassadors room. One of them place a small black cylinder on the ground near the seam of the door and partially unscrewed it. The other aimed at the door with his weapon while the first began chanting silently in a strange language that lacked any vowels or consonants. As he did so a slimy black substance that was similar to tar began oozing out of the cylinder and flowing into the ambassadors room leaving behind a trail of acid eaten carpet.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Pilkington found him self in front of a rusted looking hole in the wall of a shack where a bent and crooked old women was guarding a store of scrolls and books that looked like them had been pillaged from some ancient vault. Their was sets of inscribed wooden slates contained in a locked steel coffer, cryptic compendiums bound in leather and sets of scrolls bound by leather cords. Fall found him self elbow to elbow in the middle of the square surrounded by people and animals of various shapes and sizes. Many of the creatures were small things kept in tiny wooden or metallic cages; some were vaguely humanoid with distorted features that made them look like imps or fairies. Others were insidious things covered in spine and pincers that kept snapping and biting at each other in fierce fury while still more took the form of normal animals with strange tentacle and polypous growths. The Guards would quickly realize that nearly everyone in the square was armed to some degree and that their was little they could do to guarantee the safety of their leaders in such a chaotic setting.

"Excuse me pathetic mammal, for what forbidden knowledge or nonsense ramblings have you stored there in mediums that can rot? Do they hold the secrets to cheaper eternal life? Cheaper reality warping powers? What is actually in non-dairy creamer? Tell me your secrets!" Pilkington interrogated the old woman with a sneer, overwhelmed by curiosity with little regard to manners and safety.

"50 Lava Crystals each for the bull-squid and walking coral things. And 75 Timevolution Crystals each for them arthropodish fighters." Fall bid and held up a briefcase over his head to garner the attention of those that sold the creatures. The Guards stuck close and considered calling in air support, although their leader had other ways of cheating death, guards were cheaper than reanimation.

[Monfrox]

Krista was surely no amateur, and she wasn't about to be bested by some ganger. She put her palm up so that the man's hidden wrist dagger connected and went through that instead of somewhere more serious. However, she had lured the man into a trap. With her sharp reflexes, she caught the man's foot-long knife in her mouth. She smiled with it between her teeth as the sound of scraping metal filled the air. Her stabbed hand closed on the man's left fist and with her free hand, she jabbed her dagger at his throat.

[Primordial Luxa]

"Excuse me pathetic mammal, for what forbidden knowledge or nonsense ramblings have you stored there in mediums that can rot? Do they hold the secrets to cheaper eternal life? Cheaper reality warping powers? What is actually in non-dairy creamer? Tell me your secrets!" Pilkington interrogated the old woman with a sneer, overwhelmed by curiosity with little regard to manners and safety.

"50 Lava Crystals each for the bull-squid and walking coral things. And 75 Timevolution Crystals each for them arthropodish fighters." Fall bid and held up a briefcase over his head to garner the attention of those that sold the creatures. The Guards stuck close and considered calling in air support, although their leader had other ways of cheating death, guards were cheaper than reanimation.

The old lady pulls a small plaque of gold out from a small cupboard and set in front of the Raptor with a large butcher knife. "One of the older and most dependable methods of eternal life and protection from maladies, the Kiss of the Chalice." She said motioning to the gold plate which shimmered with a strange language etched into its surface "The Price" she continued motioning to the knife.

After much haggling Fall walks away with a large semi mammalian creature, sporting large horns tipped with eyes and a mane of tendrils as well as a human like creature that was covered in burn marks and sobbed uncontrollably as the bony aquatic growths all other its body squirmed and twitched. Under his arm he carried a cage filled with a mutant biting thing that resembled a spider like octopus.

Krista was surely no amateur, and she wasn't about to be bested by some ganger. She put her palm up so that the man's hidden wrist dagger connected and went through that instead of somewhere more serious. However, she had lured the man into a trap. With her sharp reflexes, she caught the man's foot-long knife in her mouth. She smiled with it between her teeth as the sound of scraping metal filled the air. Her stabbed hand closed on the man's left fist and with her free hand, she jabbed her dagger at his throat.

She cut deep hitting his neck but as she did so she could see the flesh starting to grow around the blade. In a flash of light the Ganger disappeared along with Kristas blade as the roar of the crowd began to pick up and swell further. A few minutes later Krista was teleported back into the prep room where Klara was having her monitoring implant removed.

[Monfrox]

Krista took some deep breaths to calm herself down and become normal again. Her cuts healed on their own a lot faster than the average time it would take for a human. However, the holes in her and Klara's uniform would have to be mended again. General Volkova came around to the twins with a smile on her face as they reunited.

"We won." Krista said to her sister.
"Then the pride of the shock troops is still intact."
'Indeed it is." She said before turning to the large man that took them into the arena. "Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my dagger."

She went through and closed the bolt on her weapons before holstering them again.

[Urran]

[u=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nu4FhROoizA]"Zoku[/u] is a contemporary piece written for traditional drums." the woman explained. "I think that it was based off of an old Urranese war song. I know that the navy drummers played it on National Day last year." she shrugged. The pair ate a few rice balls and looked at the interesting people before them. They were an odd bunch, but Urranese were not ones to judge by appearance.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

The old lady pulls a small plaque of gold out from a small cupboard and set in front of the Raptor with a large butcher knife. "One of the older and most dependable methods of eternal life and protection from maladies, the Kiss of the Chalice." She said motioning to the gold plate which shimmered with a strange language etched into its surface "The Price" she continued motioning to the knife.

After much haggling Fall walks away with a large semi mammalian creature, sporting large horns tipped with eyes and a mane of tendrils as well as a human like creature that was covered in burn marks and sobbed uncontrollably as the bony aquatic growths all other its body squirmed and twitched. Under his arm he carried a cage filled with a mutant biting thing that resembled a spider like octopus.

Pilkington picked up the butcher knife and weighed it in his claw, after a brief examination he placed it under the plate. "Well that was easy, not sure how this arrangement of cutlery and dinnerware extends my desired chemical processes indefinitely. But I feel like I can take on a giganotosaurus." Pilkington declared, rather obviously not getting the implied meaning of the price.

Fall caught up with Pilkington, quite pleased with his acquisitions. "Quit crying you undergrown ape, minions are expected to be professional, no matter how mangled they get." he chastised the new humanoid servant.

[Primordial Luxa]

The old lady pulls a small plaque of gold out from a small cupboard and set in front of the Raptor with a large butcher knife. "One of the older and most dependable methods of eternal life and protection from maladies, the Kiss of the Chalice." She said motioning to the gold plate which shimmered with a strange language etched into its surface "The Price" she continued motioning to the knife.

After much haggling Fall walks away with a large semi mammalian creature, sporting large horns tipped with eyes and a mane of tendrils as well as a human like creature that was covered in burn marks and sobbed uncontrollably as the bony aquatic growths all other its body squirmed and twitched. Under his arm he carried a cage filled with a mutant biting thing that resembled a spider like octopus.

Pilkington picked up the butcher knife and weighed it in his claw, after a brief examination he placed it under the plate. "Well that was easy, not sure how this arrangement of cutlery and dinnerware extends my desired chemical processes indefinitely. But I feel like I can take on a giganotosaurus." Pilkington declared, rather obviously not getting the implied meaning of the price.

Fall caught up with Pilkington, quite pleased with his acquisitions. "Quit crying you undergrown ape, minions are expected to be professional, no matter how mangled they get." he chastised the new humanoid servant.

The woman reached across the table and with surprising strength held Pilkingtons hand against the table grabbing the knife with the other and holding its edge only a centimeter above his talons. "Payment?!" she said with more emphasis on his fingers. Obvious she expected a piece of him for the plate.

Fall on the other hand found his various new pets to be uncomfortable around him. No doubt it was due to his strange appearance and qualities which they were not accustom to and the tried occasionally to wander off but a quick beating or tug of the leash would show them their new place. The thing under his arm kept yelling and biting anyone that came near obvious more friend towards fall than the others.