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A new day has dawned and with it, new plans to stop the Wave. A convoy with new supplies of parts and raw material will be passing not far from the forest, and would be an advantage if stopped. They know it will be guarded, and will be more than just a few trucks. It was usually a heavy armoured vehicle at the front, middle and back. That was the usual drill, but they always changed. Subtly, but they always changed how they transorted their goods.

The elders picked who was to go. They took no chances, selecting a group twenty strong. Each druid was given some Wave technologie, good for taking out heavy equipment, with the rest being eqiped with simpler emp fashioned weapons. Their magic and enchantments were their streangths, not the Wave profanities.
Thimil was not chosen to directly intevene, yet to be the eyes for the group. He knew how to communicate with birds betted than they did, and they were perfect scouts. Thimil was not one to jus sit and watch though, he was taking his bow along as well.

Nida stood on the balcony of a second-floor cafe overlooking the main thoroughfare. She had her minibinoculars out - her attention was focused on the innermost security gate of the outer wall, rather than on her scone and coffee. She'd heard the rumble of the outer gates opening, and she wanted to catch a glimpse of the convoy which would be leaving town.

See, she had this theory: They sent out these convoys, and the news was that all went well.... so how did the folks out in the desert get hold of Wave materials and weapons? Why were new Wave technologies used in raids on the city? Obviously, the convoys were actually being raided, and Nida wanted firsthand evidence of it. So she counted the number of vehicles, their apparent purpose, the size of the crew (when she could see within), and so on. She intended to be present for the convoy's return, too. If her theory was confirmed... well, she wasn't sure, but it would be meaningful, at least.

"The convoy should be leaving for the new mech factory in five minutes," the voice of Alexander Nuren told him. Ray scratched the place where the transceiver had been implanted in his metalic skull and continued with his work. "Are you sure that cannon will work properly?"

He continued to work away at the rifles he had been tasked with, not bothering to stop. "Do you doubt me, Mr. Nuren?" he replied as he dismantled the weapon, deciding to go about it differently.

"I am no fool, Fen. This report you gave me shows that your new weapon could level a small city block if someone even looks at it the wrong way."

"Sir, to protect your dominion and my dream, some risks must be taken." He stopped working, as if to accentuate his point. "Please have faith that I would not destroy both intentionally."

Dead air for a moment. "Very well, Fen. Continue with your work."

Ray stopped. He couldn't believe how far this had all gone. This wasn't the same Alex from when the Wave had first been founded. This was some tyrant constantly fearful of the impending threat. He looked out the window of his lab to see the towers of steel scrape at the cloudless sky. It was beutiful to the scientist, but knew that what he was looking at th was the cause of all this change. He looked back to the weapon he had been working on and quickly got back to work.

The lens in his visual input devices reflected the dark living quarters in which Devlon sat, reading the latest news of a raid on the nearest Wave city. It had been a small one and authorities assumed it had been a raiding party returning from a previous raid that had passed close enough to exploit an oppertunity. To Devlon, this meant that the raid party was returning to a base of operations situated close by. There may be someone there he might have a chance of contacting, perhaps start an alliance of sorts. He would have his chance soon enough. According to rumours on the street, the gates had been opened earlier that day, and no doubt whatever left the Wave would be targeted by the same band. If his theory was correct, he had a lead. Until then...

Devlon looked around the empty room, his visual lens increasing their apperature and elminating the need for any more lights then those outside the windows. Until then he would stay here and feel like a useless piece of scrap metal. Since Shenti had revived him, he had done nothing and gone nowhere outside her home. The first few weeks had been disorienting as he relearned how to use his own body. But now that he was realatively capable he was becoming restless. He had decided to bring up the idea of looking for work to her, but she wasn't home. It was getting late, at since Shenti had not shown up, Devlon figured she was still working late...again. He would have to put off his idea another day, another day of staying here and puttering around this place for 24 hours a day. The emotions from his bio-mechanical brain sent a wave of disorientation through him, as his new mind and body adjusted to the new sensations. His visual lens snapped closed and he calmed himself down. Then again, maybe he wasn't all that ready. As restless as he was, he still did not have full control of his body, and Shenti hinted that the traumatic affects of the revival could be in his near-future. Its not like noby had ever been cybornetically revived, but usually it took whole teams of mechanic, bio-engineers, doctors, programers, psychologists. Shenti had done it by herself, and not to shabby either. The bottom line was that, in reality, neither knew what would happen and as far as the Wave was concerned, the person Devlon had been in life was dead. He had taken a new name, which would cause problems. If Devlon wanted work, he would have to get into Wave's citizen files. That was made all the more dangerous by the fact that the slightest thread connected Devlon Yathaweh to the Wave's greatest threat and enemy....Gaia.

Devlon's head turned in jerky movements before a mess of garbled binary issued forth from his audio speaker. It stopped a moment and then made the reply Devlon had initally intended to give.
"If I had, it would have been more than you have gotten." He put the display unit down and directed his attention to Shenti.
"Are you more tired than hungry or the other way around? This is how many times you've wor..." Devlon's audio speaker spat out a bit of binary before switching back "..ked late this week?"

He stopped to examine the weapon. It was a standard issue energy rifle, model M20, that the lowest level guards of the Wave were trained with. It was a reliable weapon. Fairly accurate and little recoil, if someone needed cover fire, this would be more than enough. Besides this, the blasts are fairly weak in comparison to those the military are equipped with. The M20 is strictly an anti-personnel weapon. Firing at an armored vehicle, or even an armored organism, produces little results, barely scorching the paint.

At first this wasn't an issue, but as of recent, Gaian's were seen sporting discarded armor plating from the trash seas in the Tide. Thus, Ray was charged with the task of recalibrating the weapon to pierce such thin and worn armor without compromising the qualities that made the M20 as useful as it was. He had to finish before the next raid. It had been scheduled that the rifles be perfected and mass-produced before the end of the week, in time to destroy the most recently found settlement.

The idea made the human part of Ray sick. The idea that he personally was crafting the tool that would kill hundreds of people in the next few days... He to keep working. He checked his internal clock. "The convoy should be leaving now," he told himself. He'd have to wait for the call from the factory when the supply pulled into the city before sending blue prints. A saftey prcaution to avoid them being stolen in a raid by the Gaians. If they attacked the convoy and succeeded, all they had were spare parts and no way to assemble them. If they ever got the prints, then this war would become much more heated.

"You can eat out there whenever you like, its only across the street. I am betting with as much as you've been working you can get a day or two off." Of course, he would never really eat out there. The only nutrients he needed were part of his regular matienence, he did not need foor for his biological systems. Even so, its not like he had a mouth for ingesting anything. Then there was the fact that, to the wave, he didnt actually exist....so much trouble to even have the sun on his face was disheartening, and though his body was a machine, he had the mind of a man.

"It would be nice to be able to do half the things we did when we were alive. Maybe when I'm finished adjusting to this new life, maybe we can do something together?" His synthetic voice carried the very human tone of a hopeful suggestion.