TYPE: Transcription
DESCRIPTION: Verbal notes from a person of interest, concerning a session of study about a recently acquired artifact
PARTIES: One [1] Guardian-type, Class Warlock, designate Wahei Ohr [WO] (POI #0247); One [1] Ghost-type, designate Vizier [viz]
ASSOCIATIONS: Black Fleet; Darkness; Dark Matter; Deepsight; Calus; Egregore; Ohr, Wahei (POI #0247); Pyramid; Relic (Mars); Throne World (Savathûn's); Witness
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The Crow stood at the back of the H.E.L.M.'s main deck, listening to the bellowed commands of the Bracus to the incendiors ahead. Flames flickered off the walls as the Imperial troops burned back the egregore infestation, all the way back into the Crown's chamber. Two legionaries stood guard, pointedly keeping an eye on him specifically. He'd initially tried to follow to watch the incendiors' work, but the legionaries had stopped him. When he'd asked why, one of them had pointedly looked at the doors to the shuttered Psisorium.
Crow sighed, regret and shame still knotting his stomach about the incident. He leaned back against the wall, at least partially grateful that the phantoms which the Crown had conjured up had not contained the Optus in their number. As it was, the occasional hiss of "Uldren Ssssoooovvv" from the specters was disconcerting.
"Crow." He jumped slightly, and turned to see that Eris Morn had arrived in her usual quiet manner. She might have stepped out of a shadow, for all her silence in her approach. The Light's Witch nodded to him, cradling her bone, and glanced to the legionaries. "Have they finished yet?" They did not answer, but a couple of moments later, the incendiors came clomping back to the main deck, followed by their commander. Eris looked up and bowed her head. "Bracus Galm. Thank you for your assistance."
"Dirty work," he replied. Gaal'matel wore the armor of an Imperial Centurion, augmented for this task with the coolant modules necessary for incendiary work. Markings on his breastplate and pauldrons noted campaigns he had undertaken in the name of the Cabal Empire, but all but three had been struck through with a black slash-mark. The Bracus rumbled on, with a note of reproach, "But necessary. Should've been done sooner."
"Some people were claiming that leaving it alone let them wind their hooks in deeper, to pull apart the fungus-mind," Crow remarked. "I personally wanted it burned out, pretty much immediately."
Eris sniffed slightly. "There were reasons it was left to grow, but those reasons are immaterial now." She turned her thrice-green gaze from the Bracus to the windows at the head of the ship. "With the Leviathan growing dormant, I will soon have the Crown moved off of the H.E.L.M."
"Good," Galm grunted. "I've been into the depths of Calus's Menagerie. Saw what it did to that gladiator." He tossed his head to one side, a Cabal equivalent of a shake of the head. "The sooner that thing is away from here, the better. Find a hole and lose the damned thing down it."
"With the egregore purged, I can now perform a ritual to close its connection to the network," Eris bowed to the Cabal and moved past them toward the Crown's chamber.
The Bracus watched her go, then turned back to the Awoken. "She gives me the bone-tremors. She doesn't do the same for you?"
Crow shrugged. "You get used to it."
Galm shrugged. "Doubt that. But come with me. Valus Forge asked to see you."
The Hunter stood at that. "What-- why?"
"He heard what you and your Commander went through aboard the Leviathan." Galm harrumphed. "He wants to see you. Let's go."
Crow brushed a bit at his cloak, and went with the Bracus and his incendiors back to the Cabal fleet.
