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Well operation "Tom, Dick and Harry" is a go.
Sandshark are to converge on the prison facuility holding jameszorg and swim in a clockwise motion around the base, uplifting all the sand in the area. Biter forces are then to join the sandshark and create a sand tornado against a heat background, so non of their sensors should work accurately.
While this is happening sandshark will transport precursor droids to the holding cells and they will breach the compound, where jameszorg will be located and his cell will be cutout and moved io the jellyshroom caves. Moving his cell would keep his unheard disease contained, im afraid the next part would be the worst as the only way for the general to survive is to remove his brain and transfer all his memory's into a precursor construction of his choice, it's the only way for him to survive and keep his body intact.
I'm sorry James, I know this goes against all your ethics but it's the only way.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I am Speaker Striatte, representative of the Conglomerate in the Prime Minister's absence.
You fool. You march your men to their deaths. The Carar is strong in these caves, and they will taint your foul creatures to their deaths.
We are long gone. Living your lives in the lava and the ash has made you ignorant of what goes on above. The Conglomerate has already fallen, and fled that accursed biome. Destroy it if you will, we will have no part in this war.
Although I have a feeling the NVP will. You started this war, and now it will end with your blood clouding the waters of our old home.
And when the Carar passes through we will gladly live in the red. We will embrace it, bathe ourselves in it, and remember the days you were torn to shreds by the Reapers and predators of the NVP.
You will remember this day, too, I'm sure.
Speaker Striatte, we need to make a clarification on this:
The Emperor's troops, according to scanners, are this Unheard, what can be said as "Carar Manifest".
@PaterAestus, now this: we are ready to solve this peacefully. War is going to end on one note: FMMA dragging your contaminated body ashore, hacking it to pieces, draining, your blood and organs and mass producing the true cure upon your dead and putrefate carcass.
FMMA Hiģh Council
We shall accept peace on one condition:
All of your Conglomerate prisoners are freed without charge, and that you vacate the Precursor array for good.
If you heed to the terms, we shall have peace, however if you decline the offer this will go on and on. Our Prime Minister's trial will be won by the Conglomerate, and he will be allowed to go freely, for he has done little wrong. Prepare for this embarrassment, FMMA, for it shall be the last feeling your robotic minds ever feel.
In our eyes, all the N-LAP government is equally criminal. We can provide you a cell to stay near the Prime Minister, if you would like. No one will be released.
The reasons for the arrest: you helped propagate the Shoal's mutagen, essentialy turning entire populations into Unheard, loyal to anyone else but the Emperor leviathan. Despite many of a proof about the dangers of the Shoal's cure, the Prime Minister continued advocating for the Shoal. We have recordings of how he came to us, do you know?
He was turning into a Unheard. As for the Doctor.
Fortunately, we managed to somewhat revert the mutation, and the FMMA therapy is being administered to him while we speak. Dr. Himmelreich reports his continued recuperation.
The irony is the Prime Minister is, in reality, safer with the machines and droids he hates so much, than with his own people or with his friends at the Shoal. We learned to love that.
All the crabsquids residing on the outskirts of James Anderson Institute can attest for the sucess of our therapy. They are sad for the imprisionement of their Prime Minister, but those same crabsquids saw how he got here. There's no denying. Consider the fact we are shooting down any and all Shoal's devices approaching FMMA territory, together with our increased security, we are managing to hold the swarms of Unheard at bay with success. Face it, your own people is safer with us than with your failing government.
Sandshark are to converge on the prison facuility holding jameszorg and swim in a clockwise motion around the base, uplifting all the sand in the area. Biter forces are then to join the sandshark and create a sand tornado against a heat background, so non of their sensors should work accurately.
While this is happening sandshark will transport precursor droids to the holding cells and they will breach the compound, where jameszorg will be located and his cell will be cutout and moved io the jellyshroom caves. Moving his cell would keep his unheard disease contained, im afraid the next part would be the worst as the only way for the general to survive is to remove his brain and transfer all his memory's into a precursor construction of his choice, it's the only way for him to survive and keep his body intact.
I'm sorry James, I know this goes against all your ethics but it's the only way.
Note this, people of the surface. The Shoal will stop at nothing until he gets what his leader wants. We though this new commanding general could be more reasonable, but we were mistaken. They will go at any lengh, or they will imagine going to any lengh, to get what their leader desires, like a petulant child.
Even destroying the only place with a know and certified working therapy against the Carar, and also the production of the counter agent desinged agains the Shoal's cure, which turns fish into Unheard at an even more faster pace than the Carar.
And fish here or discredit or ignore the FMMA, despite it's warnings having been proven true time and time again.
We only ask that you bury yourselves so deep that the FMMA doesn't see a single fin emmerging and asking for help.
Your citizens shall be treated as refugees, if they so choose to come to us. All will be treated with the counter agent and the therapy.
It's funny how he thinks he controls any and all forces he wants. Even forces outside his control.
Keep up with your dreams and fantasy. They are the only thing you've got, anyway. Ignorance is indeed bliss, after all.
Sandshark are to converge on the prison facuility holding jameszorg and swim in a clockwise motion around the base, uplifting all the sand in the area. Biter forces are then to join the sandshark and create a sand tornado against a heat background, so non of their sensors should work accurately.
While this is happening sandshark will transport precursor droids to the holding cells and they will breach the compound, where jameszorg will be located and his cell will be cutout and moved io the jellyshroom caves. Moving his cell would keep his unheard disease contained, im afraid the next part would be the worst as the only way for the general to survive is to remove his brain and transfer all his memory's into a precursor construction of his choice, it's the only way for him to survive and keep his body intact.
I'm sorry James, I know this goes against all your ethics but it's the only way.
Note this, people of the surface. The Shoal will stop at nothing until he gets what his leader wants. We though this new commanding general could be more reasonable, but we were mistaken. They will go at any lengh, or they will imagine going to any lengh, to get what their leader desires, like a petulant child.
Even destroying the only place with a know and certified working therapy against the Carar, and also the production of the counter agent desinged agains the Shoal's cure, which turns fish into Unheard at an even more faster pace than the Carar.
And fish here or discredit or ignore the FMMA, despite it's warnings having been proven true time and time again.
We only ask that you bury yourselves so deep that the FMMA doesn't see a single fin emmerging and asking for help.
Your citizens shall be treated as refugees, if they so choose to come to us. All will be treated with the counter agent and the therapy.
It's funny how he thinks he controls any and all forces he wants. Even forces outside his control.
Keep up with your dreams and fantasy. They are the only thing you've got, anyway. Ignorance is indeed bliss, after all.
FMMA High Council
IN WHAT PART OF THE GREAT ESCAPE DO THEY DESTROY THE PRISON CAMP. IM BREAKING JAMESZORG OUT.
Also the sandsharks agreed to help if we held a vote for the grassy platous independent party to have a election.
Creatures of Aboveworld! You stand to be judged of your crimes!
These crimes consist of deliberate genocide and murder, corruption, and the stealing of my eggs. None of these actions will be tolerated further.
I created all life on this planet, and I refuse to let you mortals taint my creation with your incessant bloodshed.
The punishment of such crimes, the death of the Conglomerate. You had the chance to stop conflicts many times, and you decided to fight.
You chose wrong.
Be wary, for this is but a part of the punishments for the Aboveworld's transgressions. This won't end quickly.
All creatures of the Underworld. The time is now to rise up against those who have shunned your very species.
Rise to the surface, take back your fathers homes from the Jelly Rays, the many prey fish, and most especially, the Crabsquid.
The Crabsquid has taken the top predator position from the Lava Lizards, forcing you to the living embodiment of misery you now call home. Let the image of the Crabsquid being torn apart, finally atoning for its crimes. Rise, and take you place as top predator.
And the Lava Larvae, think on how the Crabsquid shunned you, saying that it was superior at taking power from the Antecedents. Think on how the Crabsquid disgraced your entire species. Soon, they will recognize your power too late. Rise, and take back your reputation that your fathers had torn away from them.
You had your chances to stop this destruction, Conglomerate, but you chose that which was wrong.
Those who value their lives, should begin to flee immediately.
This reef shouldn't last too long.
Creatures of the Underworld, make sure of one thing.
Make sure that the ashes do not remain.
I am Speaker Striatte, representative of the Conglomerate in the Prime Minister's absence.
You fool. You march your men to their deaths. The Carar is strong in these caves, and they will taint your foul creatures to their deaths.
We are long gone. Living your lives in the lava and the ash has made you ignorant of what goes on above. The Conglomerate has already fallen, and fled that accursed biome. Destroy it if you will, we will have no part in this war.
Although I have a feeling the NVP will. You started this war, and now it will end with your blood clouding the waters of our old home.
And when the Carar passes through we will gladly live in the red. We will embrace it, bathe ourselves in it, and remember the days you were torn to shreds by the Reapers and predators of the NVP.
You will remember this day, too, I'm sure.
The way the Carar acts upon those who do not see its worth, is a painful and grueling death.
The way the Carar acts upon those who respect and revere it as a means of rebirth, shall receive a new body, one that will earn it respect from others. Even if that respect comes from fear.
To be with the Carar, is a blessing to those in the Underworld. Respect the Carar, and it will eventually bring you respect in return.
We were able to escape the Dragon attack in the Inactive Lava Zone, and are currently residing in the Grand Reef. We live under the hospitality of the Reefbacks that dwell here, however we do not intend to stay with them for very long. We have an example to make. The 4th Division's numbers are growing, and the Conglomerate awaits our return to their forces. We will not be returning to those criminal bastards. Instead we will be making a display of power that no other nation could ever match.
Commander Jerov: My Lord, this force field is just too tough to break through. This keypad is nearly undecipherable, I have no idea how to get the door open.
Lord Sketh: Search the perimeter; check if we missed anything.
Private Hunt: My Lord, I found something!
Hunt picked from the sand an old relic. Glyphs on its rough surface glowed a vibrant purple in his pincers.
Commander Jerov: That looks like it fits into the keypad. Try it, Private.
Hunt held the artifact close to the pad, and before it came even an inch away from the pad it was sucked into its place. The field flickered, and flickered, and was shut down. Lord Sketh stared into the room that had just been opened. The 4th Division advanced into the cache.
Lord Sketh: Good... With these Ion Crystals we shall be nigh unstoppable. You four will carry them wherever we go, and you will do exactly as I say. We're coming for you, General Blue...
Private Hunt: My Lord, news just arrived of the General's whereabouts. He has been captured by the FMMS, and awaits trial in their cells in the J/A Institute.
The Lord's eyes glistened. He turned to Hunt, somewhat proud of him.
Lord Sketh: Prepare our forces. We will use the Riverways as passage to the north. These Ion Crystals may come in handy somewhat quicker than I thought. Commander! Prepare the Division for departure. I'd hate to have to spend any more time in this barren place.
Commander Jerov: Yes, my Lord. The 4th Division is ready to depart the Sparse Reef, and make passage through the Riverways. Shall I tell them to leave, my Lord?
Sandshark are to converge on the prison facuility holding jameszorg and swim in a clockwise motion around the base, uplifting all the sand in the area. Biter forces are then to join the sandshark and create a sand tornado against a heat background, so non of their sensors should work accurately.
While this is happening sandshark will transport precursor droids to the holding cells and they will breach the compound, where jameszorg will be located and his cell will be cutout and moved io the jellyshroom caves. Moving his cell would keep his unheard disease contained, im afraid the next part would be the worst as the only way for the general to survive is to remove his brain and transfer all his memory's into a precursor construction of his choice, it's the only way for him to survive and keep his body intact.
I'm sorry James, I know this goes against all your ethics but it's the only way.
Note this, people of the surface. The Shoal will stop at nothing until he gets what his leader wants. We though this new commanding general could be more reasonable, but we were mistaken. They will go at any lengh, or they will imagine going to any lengh, to get what their leader desires, like a petulant child.
Even destroying the only place with a know and certified working therapy against the Carar, and also the production of the counter agent desinged agains the Shoal's cure, which turns fish into Unheard at an even more faster pace than the Carar.
And fish here or discredit or ignore the FMMA, despite it's warnings having been proven true time and time again.
We only ask that you bury yourselves so deep that the FMMA doesn't see a single fin emmerging and asking for help.
Your citizens shall be treated as refugees, if they so choose to come to us. All will be treated with the counter agent and the therapy.
It's funny how he thinks he controls any and all forces he wants. Even forces outside his control.
Keep up with your dreams and fantasy. They are the only thing you've got, anyway. Ignorance is indeed bliss, after all.
FMMA High Council
IN WHAT PART OF THE GREAT ESCAPE DO THEY DESTROY THE PRISON CAMP. IM BREAKING JAMESZORG OUT.
Also the sandsharks agreed to help if we held a vote for the grassy platous independent party to have a election.
It's such a shame, Phantomfinch, that you are still of the delusion that you hold all the cards, that you have a space fleet and a Warper army, that you have people who would willingly ally with you.
Take a look around yourself, Shoal. You are alone. The races of 4546B are uniting against the Unheard and Pater Aestus, while you valiantly try to maintain the illusion that you are in control of this situation. I mean, really?
You fool all warpers under our control are either sentient or have had their protocols re written, anyway you moves are foolish and cowardly,having the only immune species run and hide.
Instead all precursor units that do not have sentience are to warp the primary research facility and assault the hive mind.
Robotic facility's are to reopen and produce battle striders and march to the auora crash site. Meanwhile Bite's forces are to regroup in the precursor gun and await further instructions.
"Hive mind"? "Battle striders"? What are you babbling about? Clearly your feeble Biter brain, which only makes up 2% of your body, is ailing. And for the record, the PH/SP created the good majority of all Warpers on the planet. They understand how Warpers operate. They control them. Not some lunatic with delusions of grandeur.
When you can work for the greater good of our world, as a true communist would, then come and join us. Until then, I suggest you enjoy being turned into puppets for the Unheard.
Sincerely,
the_mariner
Operative of the Environmental Protection and Cooperation Agency
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edited January 2017
BREAKING NEWS
This just in; several assaults on the J/A institute have resulted in several dozen casualties this past hour. Ion Crystals were used in the attacks, carried by none other than Crabsquids. Is this a desperate attempt on the Conglomerate’s part to break their Prime Minister out from prison? Of the three Conglomerate prisoners kept in the institute, one has died; General Blue of the Conglomerate.
Rumours have spread of a terrorist organisation known as the 4th Division that separated from the Conglomerate not too long ago. Is this 4th Division the culprit in these attacks, or is the Conglomerate really to blame?
FMMA Troops have sped to the scene to fight for their Institute, but to no current avail. The Crabsquids have beaten back the warriors in the conflict, and the Prime Minister and Conglomerate Chief Scientist have escaped from the Institute. There have been major civilian casualties on either side, although no reports of dead Crabsquids have been delivered.
We have a correspondent on the Institute. Philian, what do you see?
This is Philian, reporting live from the attack on the Institute. Dr. Himelreich suffered was injuried, but is out of danger. Institute employees are rescuing the injuried. There's bodies everywhere, from mesmers to civilian crabsquids. The attack also aimed at the counter agent production. Fortunately, the stocks of the therapy agents and the counter cure haven't been hit, and normal service should return shortly-
CONTACT! UNHEARD ON THE EAST!
ATTENTION! UNHEARD ATTACK IMMINENT! ALL CIVILIANS INSIDE THE INSTITUTE! PRAWN TEAMS TO YOUR ASSIGNED EXOSUITS, AND FORM UP WITH THE GROUND TROOPS! LOAD THE COUNTER AGENT TORPEDOES!
The warriors are forming a line opposing the brown tide. They're firing the torpedoes...
...and they...failed? The torpedoes failed? By the creators, they are coming. THEY ARE COMING!
Wa-wait, the commander is talking...
"...get the drill and claw configuration ready. Ground troops get the stasis rifles and your blades! Patients of the Institute! I know you came here looking for help! Some of you traveled long distances to reach us! We offered our help and you accepted it! Now, I must ask something dificult of you! All the able bodie individuals here, please, join our ranks for now! This is not conscription or recruitment! We need volunteers to help us! The Unheard tides are coming, and we need help to bring ruin to them! If we fail, the Institute will fall! Please, help us defend it! Help defend your loved ones inside the Institute!
I can see the warriors changing their weapons. Many of the ground troops are attaching their blades on the wrists, these blades heated. I can see 4, no 5 reapers forming up, together with at least 14 crabsquids, 3 crabsnakes, an immense number made of mesmes, peepers, gasopods, sandsharks, biters, some biter and blighter refugees, and there is what looks like reefbacks with crash fish underneath them. Wait, the commander is talking!
"-want to take our homes! Here they come! Stead fast warriors! They can be a tide, but we are the Immovable! For Anderson! For Aurora! CHARGE!"
They...they charged. They are attacking the Unheard face on! I...I never though it wouldbe possible!
What? RUN! The Institute is being sealed! RUN INSIDE NOW!
...
Ah, we managed it.
Central, there are a lot of injuried here! We can hear the fighting from here! Central, I return reporting once the conflict ends. One way or another
I need some rest
We will keep you updated as new information arrives.
FMMA News Network
Conglomerate. You finallly did it. You attacked a facility dedicated for healing, full of innocents. Every captive was going to get a trial, once Aestus was no more. But, you never could admit that the machines managed to hit you.
We can easily replace our troops and broken equipment. The administration of the therapy and the counter agent can return within an hour. The true loss was that of every fish that came to the Institute looking for help. Help we gladly give. Theses loses together with the ones of the volunteers fighting alongside our troops, to kep the tide away. The tide brough by the commotion caused by your forces. This is truly terrible.
Some troops have been diverted from the carcass to protect the flanks of the Institute.
This is a promisse to the N-LAP. You can run, but you can't hide. Even the Void isn't safe for you.
We will go and find you. We will beat you. We will build our next subs with your bones. We will come and burn your homes. We will murder each and everyone of you. We will make you wish we still used nanobots for carnage, thus breaking an oath we took after their first deployment.
You must thank @PaterAestus and the Unheard for taking so much of our time. Because if there wasn't them, we assure you that our work would turn the N-LAP into something only to be remembered by ancient historians, for there would be nothing left, anywhere.
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BREAKING NEWS
This is Philian, reporting from the James Anderson Institute.
We beat them. We managed to beat them. Some tried to break inside the Institute, but we held. There's blood on me...
*sob
*sigh
I am outside. There are bodies everywhere, both from the Unheard and the volunteers. FMMA troops suffered heavy casulties. Their remains are killing the surviving Unheard.
I can hear crying. Many fish are joining the efforts of FMMA personnel for separating the bodies. In some cases, only a single fin or limb can be found.
FMMA troops are returning to normal numbers, as for Aurora standing army. The commander of the Institute's forces is addressing his troops, as well as the survivors fromthe volunteer's troops. All of the injuried are being taken inside the Institute for immediate treatment and surgery.
So much death...
*sob sob
*crying
Who would guess one of the first actions of the biter and blighter refugees since we removed and destroyed the nanobots from them, after they saw the actions being carried away by their former leaders on the Shoal, would be swear allegiance to the FMMA, and went fighting alongside us? They still dislike us, but, as one of them said, we are "their best shot of surviving, living a somewhat normal life".
Surprise we are showing emotions? We have emotions. Love, hate, happiness, sadness. Since Operation Ascendance was launched and completed, every operative on the FMMA can live as they desire, on droids remotely controled as a digital lifeform or synthetic, humanoid or not, bodies, immune to everything, for their components are unique and exclusive to us. And that was the only objective - only the FMMA.We abandoned servers a long time ago, even since
We are sorry for our last statement, N-LAP. But be certain of something - each and everyone of you will be judged. For all the life you helped the Shoal exterminate with that accursed "cure", as well as the life lost at the attack on the Institute.
We only hope you live enough for your trial.
The Institute resumed normal operations. According to forensics, the counter agent was poisoned by elements of the 4th Division. Normal production and logistics are now resumed. The damage done to the Institute has been repaired.
What can never be repaired is the loss of life on the patients and their families. We can replace our bodies easily.They can't replace loved ones like that. The loss of fathers, mothers, even children, shall haunt them forever. Whoever said someone should get over the loss of their children when the speaker is the responsible truly is a psychopath.
@Jamezorg N-LAP, again, you should be grateful @PaterAestus is taking so much of our time.
I would watch my back if I was you, Speaker. Your life won't be spared when the angry and vengeful mobs come looking for your head, as for the heads of the N-LAP.
"Attention all sentient life on designated planet 4546B. this is the vengeance, a star crusher class vessel of the Galduc enclave. Lay down all your weapons for we've detected that one of our facility's have been leaking a toxic virus into your ecosystem. We are sending repair drones to-"
"Wait why are there MK 2 scout ships in orbit of the planet. We're the only ones to have been her in millennia."
"Flight crew active the tracor beam and dock with the ships. They seem to be active and they don't look like they've sustained damage."
@phantomfinch . Are you daft? @the_mariner is correct about the extensive knowledge of Warper technology that I possess. That protocol cannot be rewritten. It has been hard coded into the system of every agent produced and no amount of redesigning and indoctrination can allow you to overwrite it. You have no more Agents under your command, and those that displayed signs of sentience still retain it, minus the red taint that you enforced upon them.
@Casual_Player, I'm sending a team of Medical Agents and Anti-Aestus Field operatives to assist with rehabilitation, medical support and security of the Institute. Thanks to the loss of his private Warper army and their means of production, the GCSC have been greatly crippled.
@phantomfinch . Are you daft? @the_mariner is correct about the extensive knowledge of Warper technology that I possesd. That protocol cannot be rewritten. It has been hard coded into the system of every agent produced and no amount of redesigning and indoctrination can allow you to overwrite it. You have no more Agents under your command, and those that displayed signs of sentience still retain it, minus the red taint that you enforced upon them.
@Casual_Player, I'm sending a team of Medical Agents and Anti-Aestus Field operatives to assist with rehabilitation, medical support and security of the Institute. Thanks to the loss of his private Warper army and their means of production, the GCSC have been greatly crippled.
But we still have the sentient warpers, or do you wish to revoke their right to life
The attack on the J/A Institute was taxing for the FMMA, but also for the Conglomerate. A statement has been published of the Prime Minister's point of view during the attack.
Prime Minister's Perspective
As I lay there, rotting in a cell neighbouring both the General and the Doctor, I felt as though I was rotting. My conscience was heavy, and my body was tiring. Whatever they had injected into me had been, although it cured the Unheard virus, very taxing mentally and physically. Then the earth shook, as if a meteor had fallen. I rose from the floor of my chamber and gazed through the green shimmering gate at my companions.
"What was that?" The General was the first to speak. His voice shuddered as the words left him.
"I wouldn't be surprised if the FMMA were running more dastardly tests down there." Doctor Zakobi began. "It has come to my attention that-" He was cut short by another deep rumble.
"This is unnatural for the drones." General Blue blustered. "If the full force of the Conglomerate were still together these robotic bastards would be dead by now, mark my words."
"You'll have your army back soon, General. Of that I can assure you." I said, softly as I stared at them both through the force field. Blue smiled.
"I cannot wait for this day." The Doctor sarcastically added. Another crash made the rooms shudder, and the force fields flicker off and on, and off and on. Then there was a more prominent crash, more like an explosion in sound. Green flame shot through the water, trailing steam behind it through the blue. The force fields deactivated, and a hole was made in the grey walls. Crabsquids poured through the opening. General Blue recognised them instantly.
"My friends!" General Blue was overjoyed to see his 4th Division return. His glee was swept beneath the rug in an instant. "You shouldn't be here. We mustn't leave this place, you know that."
A large Crabsquid, larger than any of us in the room, advanced on the General. His razor sharp claw was lifted in front of him, before Blue's awaiting eyes. "No." This Crabsquid gargled from between his clamped beak. The spike on the end of his arm touched Blue's forehead. "You mustn't." The Crabsquid plunged the spike through the soft head of the General. Yellow blood lifted into the waters, and clouded the room. The glare in the General's eyes faded, and his body sunk to the ground. Another smaller Crabsquid attacked the doctor. His arm swept through the air like a guillotine towards Zakobi, who pushed himself upwards to avoid the attack. In this attempt two of his legs were sliced away from his body. From these wounds also emitted yellow blood, but the Doctor raced out of the room. I followed close behind.
"Destroy any machine you find in these halls!" The Crabsquid yelled. "Leave none alive!" When I was far enough away I looked back to the facility. The 4th Division's new leader stared from the hole he had blown in the side of the building. He stared at me. I heard the robots inside clattering apart, sparks flying from their joints, their metal bending and snapping. We stared for a while longer, before the Doctor urged I leave this place. I swam away, and that is the last I saw of the monster.
General Carrie Fisherman came forth today with a statement regarding the disappearence of Bonecruncher from his position as leader of the Confederacy.
"He is away taking care of his family, making sure they reach saftey. An exodus has currently occurred with Reapers. We are to assure our survival by retreating off into the Dropoff. He will return in a few days time. I will be taking leadership for the meantime."
When asked how General Carrie would react to the Underworld's threat to take the Reaper's place as Apex Predator of the Aboveworld, her answer was surprising:
"We will lay low for a while," She stated, "We are not in a position to fight back. It is our strategic advantage to wait."
It seems the once courageous and seemingly immortal General Carrie has turned tail and swam. The very same one that was able to hold off against The Shoal's attack against the North State with a mere fifty Stalkers against hundreds of Biters. Now the question is; will we ever have strong leadership again?
The waves of hostiles have been increasing both in number and in the size of the creatures. The small ones, lava lizards have been falling en mass to the tiger batteries. The dragon has been beaten back twice now, thanks to the sacrifices of our dear friends. The loss of life is appalling and the dead crumple to the seabed like so much debris. Our ram unit has suffered extensive wounds and is taken to the rear of the unit. The crabsquid's under the NLAP's command have been treated for their wounds. This is horrific, but it is war... but to see it myself is something totally different than to hear of it.
However, Lord Sketh has abandoned us to this post alone. The hell is going on at the surface, command? We need reinforcements to hold this position or the waves of unheard and forces from below will overrun our position. As of now we stand as the lone guard of the reef entrance to the lava zone.
Phalanx out.
@PaterAestus
The EPCA takes your comments as mockery. You claim to be a god of creation, of valuing peace, and aiming to cease war, yet with every action you have spread violence, disease and whatever horror you call the unheard. You have done nothing to solve the violence itself except to cause more! Why should we accept a larger predator in these waters? The Reapers are hard enough to deal with, but dragons are unacceptable. You will devastate the food chain within a few years and there will be nothing left. This ecosystem cannot support such a large predator. You speak as a creator god, but you come as the harbinger of destruction.
You are no different. It is you and those like you that have forced those of us who love peace to take up arms or see all we cherish drown in a sea of blood. If you truly care for peace, prove it.
I'm Just Going To Stay In My Personal Airship... And We ARE Lucky To Have The Living Demonic Plushie That Took Over Earth Still At Earth And Not At This Planet.
Information exstracted from spices designated as "biter"
Onboard LCU (local containment units) are to scout a landing position for extermination of higher carar life forms,
biter leader @phantomfinch is to be abducted and questioned on a primitive life form using Galduc technology.
Spacecraft containing the vacuum resistant higher carar is to be de-atomised
"Lesser life of planet 4546B, The Enclave has found traces of higher carar in the planets crust, when left this could destroy the planet or convert the surface into a carar hive world. As a compromise I offer this. Allow our landing party's to take care of any alien life that we seem hostile or face imminent destruction. Any resistants we detect will result in death."
"PREPAIR the planet cracker for exstract of the large titanium mass detected on the planet's surface, sensors indicate it has a high energy output and is leaking radiation to the seas."
Well. Time To Fire Missiles At Whatever Planet Cracker Is Going To Be Used. Missile Launchers Are Armed And My Personal Airship Is Ready To Use Its Energy Bursters.
The waves of hostiles have been increasing both in number and in the size of the creatures. The small ones, lava lizards have been falling en mass to the tiger batteries. The dragon has been beaten back twice now, thanks to the sacrifices of our dear friends. The loss of life is appalling and the dead crumple to the seabed like so much debris. Our ram unit has suffered extensive wounds and is taken to the rear of the unit. The crabsquid's under the NLAP's command have been treated for their wounds. This is horrific, but it is war... but to see it myself is something totally different than to hear of it.
However, Lord Sketh has abandoned us to this post alone. The hell is going on at the surface, command? We need reinforcements to hold this position or the waves of unheard and forces from below will overrun our position. As of now we stand as the lone guard of the reef entrance to the lava zone.
Phalanx out.
@PaterAestus
The EPCA takes your comments as mockery. You claim to be a god of creation, of valuing peace, and aiming to cease war, yet with every action you have spread violence, disease and whatever horror you call the unheard. You have done nothing to solve the violence itself except to cause more! Why should we accept a larger predator in these waters? The Reapers are hard enough to deal with, but dragons are unacceptable. You will devastate the food chain within a few years and there will be nothing left. This ecosystem cannot support such a large predator. You speak as a creator god, but you come as the harbinger of destruction.
You are no different. It is you and those like you that have forced those of us who love peace to take up arms or see all we cherish drown in a sea of blood. If you truly care for peace, prove it.
It is discipline.
A parent will give the child punishment when it has committed acts against what they have said.
You are my children, I created all of your species and more through my own blood.
And I begin to take control of what I have created, as an act of discipline.
You mortals have horribly stained your own selves with your bloodshed.
There are two ways to get rid of a stain.
Clean and purify it until the stain it wiped away from the surface, taking with it only a small bit of the original substance with the stain.
Or, completely get rid of the stain, destroy it until there is no way to decipher where the stain had previously been.
The waves of hostiles have been increasing both in number and in the size of the creatures. The small ones, lava lizards have been falling en mass to the tiger batteries. The dragon has been beaten back twice now, thanks to the sacrifices of our dear friends. The loss of life is appalling and the dead crumple to the seabed like so much debris. Our ram unit has suffered extensive wounds and is taken to the rear of the unit. The crabsquid's under the NLAP's command have been treated for their wounds. This is horrific, but it is war... but to see it myself is something totally different than to hear of it.
However, Lord Sketh has abandoned us to this post alone. The hell is going on at the surface, command? We need reinforcements to hold this position or the waves of unheard and forces from below will overrun our position. As of now we stand as the lone guard of the reef entrance to the lava zone.
Phalanx out.
@PaterAestus
The EPCA takes your comments as mockery. You claim to be a god of creation, of valuing peace, and aiming to cease war, yet with every action you have spread violence, disease and whatever horror you call the unheard. You have done nothing to solve the violence itself except to cause more! Why should we accept a larger predator in these waters? The Reapers are hard enough to deal with, but dragons are unacceptable. You will devastate the food chain within a few years and there will be nothing left. This ecosystem cannot support such a large predator. You speak as a creator god, but you come as the harbinger of destruction.
You are no different. It is you and those like you that have forced those of us who love peace to take up arms or see all we cherish drown in a sea of blood. If you truly care for peace, prove it.
It is discipline.
A parent will give the child punishment when it has committed acts against what they have said.
You are my children, I created all of your species and more through my own blood.
And I begin to take control of what I have created, as an act of discipline.
You mortals have horribly stained your own selves with your bloodshed.
There are two ways to get rid of a stain.
Clean and purify it until the stain it wiped away from the surface, taking with it only a small bit of the original substance with the stain.
Or, completely get rid of the stain, destroy it until there is no way to decipher where the stain had previously been.
@phantomfinch . Are you daft? @the_mariner is correct about the extensive knowledge of Warper technology that I possesd. That protocol cannot be rewritten. It has been hard coded into the system of every agent produced and no amount of redesigning and indoctrination can allow you to overwrite it. You have no more Agents under your command, and those that displayed signs of sentience still retain it, minus the red taint that you enforced upon them.
@Casual_Player, I'm sending a team of Medical Agents and Anti-Aestus Field operatives to assist with rehabilitation, medical support and security of the Institute. Thanks to the loss of his private Warper army and their means of production, the GCSC have been greatly crippled.
But we still have the sentient warpers, or do you wish to revoke their right to life
As I said. Those agents who have achieved true sentience still retain it, minus your unhealthy influence on them. You have no more Agents at your disposal, sentient or otherwise.
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Tfw the gif nae work
Sandshark are to converge on the prison facuility holding jameszorg and swim in a clockwise motion around the base, uplifting all the sand in the area. Biter forces are then to join the sandshark and create a sand tornado against a heat background, so non of their sensors should work accurately.
While this is happening sandshark will transport precursor droids to the holding cells and they will breach the compound, where jameszorg will be located and his cell will be cutout and moved io the jellyshroom caves. Moving his cell would keep his unheard disease contained, im afraid the next part would be the worst as the only way for the general to survive is to remove his brain and transfer all his memory's into a precursor construction of his choice, it's the only way for him to survive and keep his body intact.
I'm sorry James, I know this goes against all your ethics but it's the only way.
Our negotiation was to @PaterAestus.
In our eyes, all the N-LAP government is equally criminal. We can provide you a cell to stay near the Prime Minister, if you would like. No one will be released.
The reasons for the arrest: you helped propagate the Shoal's mutagen, essentialy turning entire populations into Unheard, loyal to anyone else but the Emperor leviathan. Despite many of a proof about the dangers of the Shoal's cure, the Prime Minister continued advocating for the Shoal. We have recordings of how he came to us, do you know?
He was turning into a Unheard. As for the Doctor.
Fortunately, we managed to somewhat revert the mutation, and the FMMA therapy is being administered to him while we speak. Dr. Himmelreich reports his continued recuperation.
The irony is the Prime Minister is, in reality, safer with the machines and droids he hates so much, than with his own people or with his friends at the Shoal. We learned to love that.
All the crabsquids residing on the outskirts of James Anderson Institute can attest for the sucess of our therapy. They are sad for the imprisionement of their Prime Minister, but those same crabsquids saw how he got here. There's no denying. Consider the fact we are shooting down any and all Shoal's devices approaching FMMA territory, together with our increased security, we are managing to hold the swarms of Unheard at bay with success. Face it, your own people is safer with us than with your failing government.
FMMA High Council
Note this, people of the surface. The Shoal will stop at nothing until he gets what his leader wants. We though this new commanding general could be more reasonable, but we were mistaken. They will go at any lengh, or they will imagine going to any lengh, to get what their leader desires, like a petulant child.
Even destroying the only place with a know and certified working therapy against the Carar, and also the production of the counter agent desinged agains the Shoal's cure, which turns fish into Unheard at an even more faster pace than the Carar.
And fish here or discredit or ignore the FMMA, despite it's warnings having been proven true time and time again.
We only ask that you bury yourselves so deep that the FMMA doesn't see a single fin emmerging and asking for help.
Your citizens shall be treated as refugees, if they so choose to come to us. All will be treated with the counter agent and the therapy.
It's funny how he thinks he controls any and all forces he wants. Even forces outside his control.
Keep up with your dreams and fantasy. They are the only thing you've got, anyway. Ignorance is indeed bliss, after all.
FMMA High Council
IN WHAT PART OF THE GREAT ESCAPE DO THEY DESTROY THE PRISON CAMP. IM BREAKING JAMESZORG OUT.
Also the sandsharks agreed to help if we held a vote for the grassy platous independent party to have a election.
The way the Carar acts upon those who do not see its worth, is a painful and grueling death.
The way the Carar acts upon those who respect and revere it as a means of rebirth, shall receive a new body, one that will earn it respect from others. Even if that respect comes from fear.
To be with the Carar, is a blessing to those in the Underworld. Respect the Carar, and it will eventually bring you respect in return.
This is Lord Sketh of the 4th Division.
We were able to escape the Dragon attack in the Inactive Lava Zone, and are currently residing in the Grand Reef. We live under the hospitality of the Reefbacks that dwell here, however we do not intend to stay with them for very long. We have an example to make. The 4th Division's numbers are growing, and the Conglomerate awaits our return to their forces. We will not be returning to those criminal bastards. Instead we will be making a display of power that no other nation could ever match.
Commander Jerov: My Lord, this force field is just too tough to break through. This keypad is nearly undecipherable, I have no idea how to get the door open.
Lord Sketh: Search the perimeter; check if we missed anything.
Private Hunt: My Lord, I found something!
Hunt picked from the sand an old relic. Glyphs on its rough surface glowed a vibrant purple in his pincers.
Commander Jerov: That looks like it fits into the keypad. Try it, Private.
Hunt held the artifact close to the pad, and before it came even an inch away from the pad it was sucked into its place. The field flickered, and flickered, and was shut down. Lord Sketh stared into the room that had just been opened. The 4th Division advanced into the cache.
Lord Sketh: Good... With these Ion Crystals we shall be nigh unstoppable. You four will carry them wherever we go, and you will do exactly as I say. We're coming for you, General Blue...
Private Hunt: My Lord, news just arrived of the General's whereabouts. He has been captured by the FMMS, and awaits trial in their cells in the J/A Institute.
The Lord's eyes glistened. He turned to Hunt, somewhat proud of him.
Lord Sketh: Prepare our forces. We will use the Riverways as passage to the north. These Ion Crystals may come in handy somewhat quicker than I thought. Commander! Prepare the Division for departure. I'd hate to have to spend any more time in this barren place.
Commander Jerov: Yes, my Lord. The 4th Division is ready to depart the Sparse Reef, and make passage through the Riverways. Shall I tell them to leave, my Lord?
Lord Sketh: As soon as possible, thank you.
It's such a shame, Phantomfinch, that you are still of the delusion that you hold all the cards, that you have a space fleet and a Warper army, that you have people who would willingly ally with you.
Take a look around yourself, Shoal. You are alone. The races of 4546B are uniting against the Unheard and Pater Aestus, while you valiantly try to maintain the illusion that you are in control of this situation. I mean, really?
"Hive mind"? "Battle striders"? What are you babbling about? Clearly your feeble Biter brain, which only makes up 2% of your body, is ailing. And for the record, the PH/SP created the good majority of all Warpers on the planet. They understand how Warpers operate. They control them. Not some lunatic with delusions of grandeur.
When you can work for the greater good of our world, as a true communist would, then come and join us. Until then, I suggest you enjoy being turned into puppets for the Unheard.
Sincerely,
the_mariner
Operative of the Environmental Protection and Cooperation Agency
Conglomerate. You finallly did it. You attacked a facility dedicated for healing, full of innocents. Every captive was going to get a trial, once Aestus was no more. But, you never could admit that the machines managed to hit you.
We can easily replace our troops and broken equipment. The administration of the therapy and the counter agent can return within an hour. The true loss was that of every fish that came to the Institute looking for help. Help we gladly give. Theses loses together with the ones of the volunteers fighting alongside our troops, to kep the tide away. The tide brough by the commotion caused by your forces. This is truly terrible.
Some troops have been diverted from the carcass to protect the flanks of the Institute.
This is a promisse to the N-LAP. You can run, but you can't hide. Even the Void isn't safe for you.
We will go and find you. We will beat you. We will build our next subs with your bones. We will come and burn your homes. We will murder each and everyone of you. We will make you wish we still used nanobots for carnage, thus breaking an oath we took after their first deployment.
You must thank @PaterAestus and the Unheard for taking so much of our time. Because if there wasn't them, we assure you that our work would turn the N-LAP into something only to be remembered by ancient historians, for there would be nothing left, anywhere.
FMMA High Council
End of message.
Who would guess one of the first actions of the biter and blighter refugees since we removed and destroyed the nanobots from them, after they saw the actions being carried away by their former leaders on the Shoal, would be swear allegiance to the FMMA, and went fighting alongside us? They still dislike us, but, as one of them said, we are "their best shot of surviving, living a somewhat normal life".
Surprise we are showing emotions? We have emotions. Love, hate, happiness, sadness. Since Operation Ascendance was launched and completed, every operative on the FMMA can live as they desire, on droids remotely controled as a digital lifeform or synthetic, humanoid or not, bodies, immune to everything, for their components are unique and exclusive to us. And that was the only objective - only the FMMA.We abandoned servers a long time ago, even since
We are sorry for our last statement, N-LAP. But be certain of something - each and everyone of you will be judged. For all the life you helped the Shoal exterminate with that accursed "cure", as well as the life lost at the attack on the Institute.
We only hope you live enough for your trial.
The Institute resumed normal operations. According to forensics, the counter agent was poisoned by elements of the 4th Division. Normal production and logistics are now resumed. The damage done to the Institute has been repaired.
What can never be repaired is the loss of life on the patients and their families. We can replace our bodies easily.They can't replace loved ones like that. The loss of fathers, mothers, even children, shall haunt them forever. Whoever said someone should get over the loss of their children when the speaker is the responsible truly is a psychopath.
@Jamezorg N-LAP, again, you should be grateful @PaterAestus is taking so much of our time.
I would watch my back if I was you, Speaker. Your life won't be spared when the angry and vengeful mobs come looking for your head, as for the heads of the N-LAP.
FMMA High Council
You foolish mortals never learn.
You continually desire bloodshed.
Why I even let any of you live a mystery for the ages.
The next phase of punishment commences.
Aboveworld, for your crimes the punishment is
A change in the predatory system!
This may sound small and insignificant, but it will have ripple effects on your way of life.
Sea dragons, launch attack!
Let no creature stand in your way.
The Dragons will be the alpha predator. Any who challenges that position, will be eliminated when they least expect it.
All Reaper Leviathans will leave the area of the Great Metal Ray, or else.
May my actions finally take notice, that you mortals may find peace once more.
Or, until you become incapable of creating havoc forever.
Whichever first.
"Slipspace particles detected"
"Wait why are there MK 2 scout ships in orbit of the planet. We're the only ones to have been her in millennia."
"Flight crew active the tracor beam and dock with the ships. They seem to be active and they don't look like they've sustained damage."
There are few Reapers....
They're putting up a fight but they won't last long.
Everyone, I come back to tell you: last only a while longer! The cavarly is almost here!
@Casual_Player, I'm sending a team of Medical Agents and Anti-Aestus Field operatives to assist with rehabilitation, medical support and security of the Institute. Thanks to the loss of his private Warper army and their means of production, the GCSC have been greatly crippled.
But we still have the sentient warpers, or do you wish to revoke their right to life
Prime Minister's Perspective
As I lay there, rotting in a cell neighbouring both the General and the Doctor, I felt as though I was rotting. My conscience was heavy, and my body was tiring. Whatever they had injected into me had been, although it cured the Unheard virus, very taxing mentally and physically. Then the earth shook, as if a meteor had fallen. I rose from the floor of my chamber and gazed through the green shimmering gate at my companions.
"What was that?" The General was the first to speak. His voice shuddered as the words left him.
"I wouldn't be surprised if the FMMA were running more dastardly tests down there." Doctor Zakobi began. "It has come to my attention that-" He was cut short by another deep rumble.
"This is unnatural for the drones." General Blue blustered. "If the full force of the Conglomerate were still together these robotic bastards would be dead by now, mark my words."
"You'll have your army back soon, General. Of that I can assure you." I said, softly as I stared at them both through the force field. Blue smiled.
"I cannot wait for this day." The Doctor sarcastically added. Another crash made the rooms shudder, and the force fields flicker off and on, and off and on. Then there was a more prominent crash, more like an explosion in sound. Green flame shot through the water, trailing steam behind it through the blue. The force fields deactivated, and a hole was made in the grey walls. Crabsquids poured through the opening. General Blue recognised them instantly.
"My friends!" General Blue was overjoyed to see his 4th Division return. His glee was swept beneath the rug in an instant. "You shouldn't be here. We mustn't leave this place, you know that."
A large Crabsquid, larger than any of us in the room, advanced on the General. His razor sharp claw was lifted in front of him, before Blue's awaiting eyes. "No." This Crabsquid gargled from between his clamped beak. The spike on the end of his arm touched Blue's forehead. "You mustn't." The Crabsquid plunged the spike through the soft head of the General. Yellow blood lifted into the waters, and clouded the room. The glare in the General's eyes faded, and his body sunk to the ground. Another smaller Crabsquid attacked the doctor. His arm swept through the air like a guillotine towards Zakobi, who pushed himself upwards to avoid the attack. In this attempt two of his legs were sliced away from his body. From these wounds also emitted yellow blood, but the Doctor raced out of the room. I followed close behind.
"Destroy any machine you find in these halls!" The Crabsquid yelled. "Leave none alive!" When I was far enough away I looked back to the facility. The 4th Division's new leader stared from the hole he had blown in the side of the building. He stared at me. I heard the robots inside clattering apart, sparks flying from their joints, their metal bending and snapping. We stared for a while longer, before the Doctor urged I leave this place. I swam away, and that is the last I saw of the monster.
General Carrie Fisherman came forth today with a statement regarding the disappearence of Bonecruncher from his position as leader of the Confederacy.
"He is away taking care of his family, making sure they reach saftey. An exodus has currently occurred with Reapers. We are to assure our survival by retreating off into the Dropoff. He will return in a few days time. I will be taking leadership for the meantime."
When asked how General Carrie would react to the Underworld's threat to take the Reaper's place as Apex Predator of the Aboveworld, her answer was surprising:
"We will lay low for a while," She stated, "We are not in a position to fight back. It is our strategic advantage to wait."
It seems the once courageous and seemingly immortal General Carrie has turned tail and swam. The very same one that was able to hold off against The Shoal's attack against the North State with a mere fifty Stalkers against hundreds of Biters. Now the question is; will we ever have strong leadership again?
This is Stan Sandshark, signing off.
The waves of hostiles have been increasing both in number and in the size of the creatures. The small ones, lava lizards have been falling en mass to the tiger batteries. The dragon has been beaten back twice now, thanks to the sacrifices of our dear friends. The loss of life is appalling and the dead crumple to the seabed like so much debris. Our ram unit has suffered extensive wounds and is taken to the rear of the unit. The crabsquid's under the NLAP's command have been treated for their wounds. This is horrific, but it is war... but to see it myself is something totally different than to hear of it.
However, Lord Sketh has abandoned us to this post alone. The hell is going on at the surface, command? We need reinforcements to hold this position or the waves of unheard and forces from below will overrun our position. As of now we stand as the lone guard of the reef entrance to the lava zone.
Phalanx out.
@PaterAestus
The EPCA takes your comments as mockery. You claim to be a god of creation, of valuing peace, and aiming to cease war, yet with every action you have spread violence, disease and whatever horror you call the unheard. You have done nothing to solve the violence itself except to cause more! Why should we accept a larger predator in these waters? The Reapers are hard enough to deal with, but dragons are unacceptable. You will devastate the food chain within a few years and there will be nothing left. This ecosystem cannot support such a large predator. You speak as a creator god, but you come as the harbinger of destruction.
You are no different. It is you and those like you that have forced those of us who love peace to take up arms or see all we cherish drown in a sea of blood. If you truly care for peace, prove it.
Onboard LCU (local containment units) are to scout a landing position for extermination of higher carar life forms,
biter leader @phantomfinch is to be abducted and questioned on a primitive life form using Galduc technology.
Spacecraft containing the vacuum resistant higher carar is to be de-atomised
"Lesser life of planet 4546B, The Enclave has found traces of higher carar in the planets crust, when left this could destroy the planet or convert the surface into a carar hive world. As a compromise I offer this. Allow our landing party's to take care of any alien life that we seem hostile or face imminent destruction. Any resistants we detect will result in death."
"PREPAIR the planet cracker for exstract of the large titanium mass detected on the planet's surface, sensors indicate it has a high energy output and is leaking radiation to the seas."
Julian just stop
It is discipline.
A parent will give the child punishment when it has committed acts against what they have said.
You are my children, I created all of your species and more through my own blood.
And I begin to take control of what I have created, as an act of discipline.
You mortals have horribly stained your own selves with your bloodshed.
There are two ways to get rid of a stain.
Clean and purify it until the stain it wiped away from the surface, taking with it only a small bit of the original substance with the stain.
Or, completely get rid of the stain, destroy it until there is no way to decipher where the stain had previously been.
Whichever will the easier solution.
@PaterAestus
This is General Carrie Fisherman of the Devorandum Confederacy.
We do not accept your rule.
Simple as that. We do not accept tyranny in any form. Even if you are our father. Theocracy is not tolerable to the Confederacy.
As I said. Those agents who have achieved true sentience still retain it, minus your unhealthy influence on them. You have no more Agents at your disposal, sentient or otherwise.