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The rebel's attention was first grabbed by a lowly drone lingering at the edges of the crowd, who questioned who they were and their current numbers. The rebel leader's mouth twitched at the latter question, but they answered none the less.

"I believe I already answered your question. 'Us' as in the unnamed organization that opposes the Queen, and likewise the hemospectrum. It would be highly unwise for me to give you any more information on our group at this point." There was agitation in the leader's voice, and their answer was short and to the point. Moving onto the next question as quickly as possible, they were obviously uninterested in discussing the specifics of the rebellion with the newcomers.

The next troll to speak up was a male with long, sleek hair in a white suit. His blood colour was hidden in favour of gray, which had aroused slight suspicion in the rebels. Needless to say a few extra sets of watchful eyes had been locked onto Ophion- just in case.

"Well," The rebel began once more, taking a moment to carefully compose their response. "Firstly, this is an issue that needs to be dealt with regardless of motivation or stance on the blood castes. Either that, or we face the possibility of never being able to hatch more trolls. With Mirian, I can assure you that you'll be getting more than you signed up for. We're here to offer you an alternative." A way to pitch in, without signing up for the military. Another option. The troll shrugged their shoulders briefly before continuing.

"The chances of finding a Mother Grub in the caverns like she wants to are astronomical. However, if we can save the current Mother Grub she may be swayed to our cause. If she sympathizes, we may be able to recruit trolls straight from the birthing chambers with her aid." A promising, albeit optimistic idea. Perhaps not too far fetched, and if the Queen was willing to abandon the current Mother Grub so easily what would be stopping her? "While I admit it may not directly advance our goal, think of this as a chance to prove yourself."

The final query came from a dainty yellowblood, whose words the rebel leader could barely make out over the crowd. "Yes, both we and the Army are trying to find a Mother Grub one way or another. It's the only way to save ourselves from extinction. However, they're going on a wild goose chase down into the caverns to find a new one. Mother Grubs are extremely rare- it isn't so simple as just finding one in the wild. Instead, we would rather focus on trying to cure the current Grub." Even if there was no way to help her, at least there was the promise of the jadeblood's virgin lusus. The rebel took a moment to clear their throat. "As for violence- not everyone in our alliance is actively fighting. There is much more to a rebellion than just a few foot soldiers scrambling about- there are other roles that need filling. From intel to networking and suppliers, there is something for everyone to do." With an affirmative nod, the rebel's arms slipped together as they crossed their limbs in front of their chest.

"Let me put this into perspective for you. Before the tragedy that befell almost all of the adults of our species, the Queen's army was literally countless." It was no secret that the Alternian army was massive. No, massive was an understatement- the amount of zeros in the number of enlisted trolls was mind boggling. "Now, they are simply in the hundreds. Never have their numbers been so dwindled; if there was ever a time to strike, it's now." While the rebels were always outnumbered and remained so, there was a much better chance of them catching up. A couple hundred troops paled in comparison to the massive platoons accidentally lost to the Queen's lusus.

"Anyone else have any questions? Speak up!"

Was what this troll said true? The entire race was facing extinction? And it was her responsibility to save it? Odette could hardly keep up when considering the gravity of the topic. Her headache increased exponentially and she started to feel faint. But she had to remain attentive. Not only would fainting in the middle of this crowd be embarrassing, Odette would also miss vital information. She didn't have the courage to ask a question even if she had one, so listening to the others' questions was key.

Travelling to Chittentown didn't sound so difficult. She already brought swanmom with her so that was no concern. Other than swanmom, she didn't have many concerns. Odette had always been able to scavenge for food or shelter so that didn't worry her. Plus this leader was offering different tasks to trolls that the queen would never offer to Odette. Her biggest concern now was whether or not Odette would just mess things up if she joined the rebellion's mission. It looked like they needed all of the help they could get, though, so maybe she could be more helpful than she thought, especially if she was given a suitable task. Odette looked to swanmom for her opinion, begging with her eyes. Swanmom gave a nod and a sassy wink back to Odette, as if saying that she still had one last adventure left in her. The approval made Odette shake with excitement, trying to contain her opinion so she could gauge the others' reactions better. After all, if the majority of trolls here opposed the idea, it would be safer for Odette to keep her opinion unknown.

Perfect timing for the ones that run late. Black boots took long strides, confident, an air and aura all to his own; head held high, uptight stature. Gloved hands held a certain grim looking tool, a saw made from the bones of some unfortunate fellow, where as the other one remained clenched, a fist, as if he were ready to hit someone.

Really, he wondered just what brought him here himself. His strides took a brief pause to re-adjust the precious spectacles on his face, his only clarity to the world around him, less the blurs envelope him in a distorted world; no, we can't have that.

Not that it matters. Glasses or not, he was still simply the best.

And the footsteps start again, he's walking, and all is well again... or as well as it could be in such a situation.

To be honest, he wondered how they had found his hive. Hidden deep away, not only did it look decrepit and abandoned, but it was nestled deep in the heart of the woods, and only a most persistent troll would want to venture through to find him. He read over the letter from the queen, and set it back down without a second thought, going back with his work. Able bodied? Well, sure he was! But in his opinion, he had better things to do!

But the second letter caught his attention. Scrawled and messy, beckoning for a rebellion.

He laughed at first. Kudos to them, Muerte wasn't one to laugh very often, so he had to give them that.

This wasn't going to last long at all, he knew it, but it was still so fascinating to him. He'd hear what this group had to say, sure. He knew he was spectacularly late, but that wasn't going to stop him.

Although he had almost turned away when they wanted to blindfold him. Being touched wasn't something he fancied very much, and he was very... touchy when it came to things involving his eyes in any sort of manner, but he allowed it, if only once.

Of course when he finally reached the mass of trolls (And he says mass, because anything more then three is a crowd), and looks over the group, eyes finally falling on whom he presumes to be the leader; a troll garbed in a cloak, no visible symbol, and all it earns her is a judgmental stare. Alas, he wondered why she must be hiding so much, but then came to the conclusion she was probably a coward like most of the other trolls he's had the displeasure to meet.

In fact, a lot of the trolls he saw here garnered amused sarcastic snorts from him. Drones, so loyal of them to be here, and lowbloods galore, to be expected of course. He was more interested at what he walked in on- the topic being discussed- more then some idly scrutinize a few trolls that he saw gathered here. She was speaking of the mother grub; a rare creature, vastly important.

And the troll here said it was dying. How sad. Here his race was facing extinction, and he might as well laughed in the face of death! If the species died out, his efforts might just be in vain, but if only for the self satisfaction, he'd find a way to make it out okay in the end for himself, at the least, and probably just that. Not that it mattered; the thoughts in his head tossing around as if on a back-burner- how easy it was for him to dismiss such a major event! What catastrophic things could occur if this wasn't fixed?

Any other questions? He had none, whatever this was all about, he was going to keep his mouth shut about it while he thought. It was an interesting concept- one he was pretty sure would still fail all the same, but maybe he could get something interesting out of it himself? This could be an opportunity for so many things! Think of the science that could be done!

Maybe if he were one for silly antics, he'd let a smirk grace his face. Okay, maybe just a tiny little one did; the idea was just too good to pass up, or well, the opportunity. He'd just leave once the situation got too out of hand, sure.

Secretly, he wondered if anyone else had similar motives. Probably not, most people weren't that smart, or didn't have enough going for them. Hearing a drone ask where to sign up, he peered over at the leader again, eyes lidded with suspicion still--- not that it bothered him that much! It was just odd.

Still, until an answer got out, he was going to wait here, hoping that no morons would try to pester him for whatever reason. Trolls were dumb like that? And he was pretty opinionated. Not that it mattered; he was only that way because well, he was right, haha!

anyway can totally come pester the hell out of him BTW hehe

The troll leader waited several moments, giving the murmuring crowd a few brief minutes to talk among themselves. They waited patiently for more trolls to speak up with questions- but no one seemed to have much to say, save a drone who asked where they were to sign up. The rebel let out a hearty laugh which echoed through the clearing, showing their approval. "I like your attitude! If you'd like to join our cause, feel free to go talk to one of our members inside."

With a loose gesture to the entrance behind them, one of the doors creaked open on cue and was promptly propped open with a large rock. Just inside of the abandoned hive's main lobby sat three trolls behind a desk, assorted papers and documents scattered around them in preparation for the new recruits. The hooded troll turned their attention back to the crowd. "There we will also provide you with whatever information we have on the jadeblood and their lusi. Like I previously said, we don't know their exact location, but we do have a vague idea of the area they reside in."

"I'll give you all time to think about what I've said. We hope to find new members here tonight, trolls with the initiative, strength and desire to bring Alternia to a new age. Join us and fight, or remain prisoners of the caste system and the Queen. The choice is yours!"

With that, the rebel leader spun around on the heel of one sandal and disappeared into the crumbling base. The two guards that stood behind their leader at either side remained where they were, but stepped aside to let any trolls that wished to enter do so. A slow trickle of newcomers began to wander into the rebel's fort, while others remained outside to discuss what just happened with familiar faces. The buzz of conversation slowly returned to the crowd and the rebels slipped back into their hiding spots- but the atmosphere in the damp forest air had changed completely. There was an air of danger, of excitement, of possibility; of rebellion.


You guys can continue to RP here if you'd like, and the base camp thread is also open for roleplay!
Open rp will continue in this thread until the 14th, and in the new thread until the end of the meta.

Ratchm cursed his unwieldiness as he lay, face down, on the cool ground. Way to go, twinkle-toes, you couldn't be more careless if you tried. His face was about to be tainted by a disgusted scowl when a two voices inquired his condition and a pair of strong arms pulled him to his feet. If his just-met companions would have glanced at his face as he stood on his own two feet, they would have noticed a very evident look of surprise. "Thanks," was the only thing the drone could mutter to both the yellow-blood and the high-blood before the doors opened with a bang, and everyone's attention was drawn to the hooded rebel leader.

Ratchm grunted with approval as he took in her words and appearance. The cloaked figure certainly had a way with words, and her charisma was strong. The other rebels that were mixed with the crowd seemed to approve of her, as well, which was a good sign. The drone didn't speak until all the questions were asked and all the answers were given. He then started to think.

In theory, Ratchm agreed with the rebels. If the Mother Grub truly was sick and there was a possibility of her line ending, then it was only logical that all trolls seek out a proper replacement. Of course, there were different routes that could be taken. If the rebel would have mentioned any kind of "Let's kill the Imperial Army one by one in the dark," idea, Ratchm would have probably turned around and walked right back to his small hole. He didn't have a bone to pick in particular with either the Queen or the caste system, as he himself was pretty high up on the blood scale before he became a drone and, although he did disagree with the whole "You are what your blood color is," idea, he wasn't about to go kill himself just for a measly possibility of something actually changing. No matter how worthless his life was.

But, faced with a choice between chasing into the dark tunnels to find an impossibly rare Mother Grub in the caves or trying to heal the current one with a lot more accessible means, Ratchm would choose the later. But, before he started moving toward the registration, he decided to ask his just met companions on their opinions. "So... What do you trolls think?" he questioned politely, his voice hoarse from disuse. Ratchm hadn't talked much since becoming a drone.

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"I think that chick's got some tasty legs on 'er." Zeffer laughed out loud in response to Ratchm's question. Any previous talk had been forgotten by the blueblood after the announcement, and the short Q and A session by their supposed leader. He was still a little lost on how this was going to change the hemospectrum rules, but as long as he didn't have to join that gogforsaken army, everything would be fine.

Sniffling, he waved a hand at Aprife. "Hey man, I'm gonna go look around inside. I'll be around if ya need me." he said, turning back to let his eyes sweep the crowd. There were lots of different trolls around, but Zeffer sort of like how they weren't packed in like sardines, as he was sure that was what the Four Fronds had been like. He was gonna go inside, but he kinda wanted to pester people, make some new friends. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and that feeling was just contagious. He slipped away through the grass, and was still glancing about, when his eyes landed on something most notable - a very brilliant red cape, slung over the shoulder of what he could only assume was a redblood.

Zeffer made his way over, grinning and reaching over to brazenly touch the vibrant article of clothing. Hopefully Torero wouldn't flip his s**t at such a 'greeting', Zeffer was always seeming to forget that his blood color was intimidating to some trolls, even if his presence at the gathering indicated that he didn't care about their castes. "Hey man, sweet cape. You a super hero or somethin'?" Zeffer queried playfully, before realizing that the rest of the redblood's garb was pretty...unique. He had a crisp look about him, and Zeffer rather liked it, so very different from his own sloppiness. "I'm Zeffer. Ya come far to get to the meeting?" he asked, trying to be affable. There weren't many lowbloods around the Fronds, so he was pretty sure about the answer he was gonna receive, but nothing better had popped into his head.

Zeffer did indeed look impressed, and he grinned as Torero flipped his cape about, chuckling a little. "A beastfighter, huh? Well that's pretty bad a**, if I do say so. Those things are rarely easy to deal with." he commented, thinking back on the encounters he'd had in the past. Very little of Alternia's wildlife could be taken down without a great struggle, and doing so was plenty risky. If the redblood was telling the truth (and Zeffer couldn't think of why he wouldn't), then he was already worthy of respect. When he revealed his name, the blueblood's grin widened even more. "Oho. Well it's a pleasure, Mister Death in the Afternoon." he said, once again in a joking sort of way. Really though, bad a** nickname. Why didn't he have one himself?

"New Hemisect? No wonder I've never heard of you, I haven't been over that way in ages. But, uhh, welcome to the Fronds all the same. Or the forest, I guess." he snickered, and reached up to rub his chin. Why was it that he so seldom visited New Hemisect? He'd have to plan a trip to the beach, sometime. "I live in the Four Fronds, myself. It was a pretty short trip out here." He grinned. For that he was sort of thankful, but when you thought about it, how ballsy was it for a rebel force to gather right near the queen and a huge population of highbloods? At the question, he thought for a moment.

"Oh, ya just missed it. I guess I'll give you a short version. The Mother Grub's dyin'...and instead of looking for a new matriorb, these guys--" he motioned to the hooded trolls, "--want to find a way to cure her sickness, instead of joining the army. I'm not sure how that's gonna change the hemospectrum, but I guess we'll see." he said, giving a bit of a stupid grin as he tried to remember exactly what Legs had said.