Eternal Sailor Oberon HP: 30 Action: Attacking Lyndin, trying to get Caedus' starseed. Begging for help from his allies. Damage 5 (roll) + 7 (rank) = 12 Location: D4 to D3
Okay, so the lever didn’t move, but that didn’t mean they had given up. He didn't quite ignore Belmont, but he didn't want him to get hurt. There were others - Eternals like himself, and Knights - who could afford a little extra injury.
Everyone was attacking Lyndin with magic, but no one has tried physical attacks on him yet, have they? While Lyndin was being distracted by the recent death of one of his own, Oberon took that chance to lunge at him, grabbing hold of the Gauntlet to try and tear it off his hand, hoping he at least had a few moments to try before any of the aliens loyal to Lyndin attacked him. Which he completely expected and prepared himself for.
“Scylla! Help me! The others can handle the machines,” he yelled, desperation in his voice. The wings at his back were creeping with black tendrils as the Chaos continued to seep into his starseed. He felt weakened by it, but he didn’t want to give up so easily when everyone else had other priorities.
Diplomacy obviously wasn’t helping. They could talk to Lyndin all they wanted, but whether or not they could even getCaedus’ starseed back, they still had to deal with the rest of the Negaverse.
“Hyperborea! Andronicus! Please try again!”
He may not remember speaking to them directly before, but people talked. His friends and family who were all tied to the war spoke of the amazing things their fellow Senshi and Knights have done over time. Their accomplishments and struggles, and ways to avoid the same mistakes others made. He knew their names by association, and had fought alongside them when introductions were hardly a priority. Encke, too, although he was a little less familiar to him. He welcomed any help he could get.
“We’ll find another way! Let Caeduslive! It’s his choice, selfish or not! We’ll find a way to save both Caedusand Velencya! Let us pool our resources and figure it out together!” he shouted, desperate to try and save Caedus when there might be another option.
Valhalla found another way when he’d been told the only way to fix his starseed was to put it into the Cauldron.
Ganymede’s starseed transcended first to protect her from being corrupted, and then transformed into a Princess crystal so she could save those she cared for, as well as those who wanted to desperately escape the Negaverse.
There were youma that were purified into knights and senshi.
He hadn’t been there at the time, but he’d heard about the amazing attack that was done at the Surrounding when everyone joined together and willed the impossible to happen.
They invaded Negaspace and lived to tell about it. They saved countless starseeds and a piece of the Code in the process.
Actual aliens exist. They’d been to the moon.
The impossible had happened before. Countless times. They just needed to figure out a way to make another miracle happen. But that wouldn't happen if Caedus was just allowed to die.
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Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter HP: 32 Action: Attacking the console in D4. Carrying Caedus to keep him from getting trampled in the process. Damage 5 (roll) + 7 (rank) + 3 (faction) = 15 Location: D4
“Belmont. Get away from there,” Sessrumnir snapped in concern as he gave the console a quick kick. If the console reacted the same way the rest of the generators did, then he didn’t want to deal with more injury than they were already dealing with. He knew Oberon had already made up his mind about what he wanted to do, but he also had a lot more experience than Belmont.
Sessrumnir stepped away from the center machine although he didn't go far, carrying Caedus with him and shielding him from any of the magic and physical attacks being done to the console. There would be no point in trying to return his starseed to him if his body ended up like one of those Cadets with their broken neck. Or worse.
He swayed a little, feeling the Chaos still filling the air around them. They needed to at least stay on their feet if they were going to escape the General Kings and Queens. It didn’t look good, and he had no idea what Ganymede and Castor were doing.
Sessrumnir swore under his breath, making sure to protect Caedus’s head from anything flying at them, but he was too focused on fighting off the darkness creeping inside him to move very far. The Chaos felt as though it was sizzling through him, like an invisible burn. There were explosions at the edges of the field, and Sessrumnir squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to focus on holding and protecting the unconscious, starseedless man in his arms, and the steady beat from the necklace against his chest.
You’re okay. Just breathe.
That voice again. Maybe he really should see a therapist if he was hearing voices in his head. But he breathed. He tried to keep his own breathing even, focusing on the steady pulse instead of the screams and yells and wailing around him. His arm was still bleeding, but he would deal with that later.
Someone approached, and the youma cringed deeper into the ruined machine. She tried to burrow, tapping into some kind of instinct as she ripped up her paws attempting to dig herself a little hole to hide in. All she succeeded in was tearing up her little hands and frightening herself more. The machine made a monstrous sound causing the youma to shriek in fear. It was a small, animal sound that got lost in the din of fighting around her. Her trembling intensified as she heard someone drawing nearer. All she could do was curl up, making herself as small as possible, and hope that whomever was approaching mistook her for a corpse.
But they didn’t.
They also, however, didn’t attack her. The hand rested lightly on her head, but the youma flinched harder into herself, another small squeak emanating from her lips.
What a day you’ve had.
The voice was soft and kind. Something for the youma to latch on to in the madness around her. She turned slightly, reaching up to touch the arm extended to her. She left a smear of black blood on the skin, and instantly regretted it. She tried to clean it, but only made the smear worse. Oh, she was ruining this. This officer was so kind to her, and the youma was making such a mess of things. Literally, she noticed, as the smear grew and grew as the youma tried to fix her mess.
Angora…
Who was that? Was that her? It must have been, the officer was looking at her while she was speaking.
Angora. The youma decided that she rather liked the name. Not that she had anything to compare it to, really. But it was another kindness that this officer had done for her. A gentle touch, a kind voice, and a name.
She approached cautiously, however, her little nose wiggling in the air as she sniffed around the new officer. Though, Angora didn’t really know what she was sniffing for. In the end, she deemed the officer safe enough. Something calm in the storm. She rushed into her arms and melted into the safety therein, still trembling while tears slipped from her eyes.
Eternal Sailor Malus HP: 80/100 Action: Attacking Center Machine in D4 with claws; talking to Necro and Lupu; afraid of youmafying Damage 1+7=8 [used 2 super attacks, 1 Eternal] Location: D4
Malus was falling apart. He registered Necromanteion, but the words felt so far away. He would know Michel’s angry kick anywhere. Lupu took his hand, so he couldn’t desperately claw at the machine. His breathing was rapid and erratic and shallow and he wasn’t doing anything to keep himself conscious. Black slipped closer, faster, eating away at his vision and swallowing his thoughts.
“I can’t,” he whispered. If the blackness wasn’t taking his vision, the tears in his eyes were.
“I can’t do it again, I can’t.”
He’d rather die than be youmafied. He’d rather die than have a cracked, broken starseed, bloated with Chaos. He’d rather lose everything and try to come back again, fresh, and have a chance at a new life.
He squeezed Lupu’s hand so tightly he could have cracked bones. His nails dug into the machine weakly.
Adria was unconscious and awake, and both and neither. He felt like he was walking through a dream, only this hurt.
The Chaos was eating at him, nibbling at every corner of his mind. His eyelids were heavy but he stared into Michel’s chest as he was held. He knew his brother was strong, but he couldn't ever really remember him being so gentle.
The violence, yeah, that sort of fit with Michel. But he hadn’t killed that General. Yet.
Julienne was so warm in his arms, but he felt so tired, like he couldn't really even hold her. He was afraid he’d drop her but he didn’t have the energy to tell her, and by the time the thought manifested into something solid she had already moved. Or, had she? She was there again, so maybe he just fell asleep.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. His voice didn’t really sound like his own but he knew he was just dead weight. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t move anything. Everything hurt.
He felt so stupid, like a child in over his head.
He just wanted to go home.
Mauvian Soleiyu HP: 30/50 Action: Attacking the Center Console Damage: 7+3=10 Location: D4
Soleiyu was small, and probably not doing very much, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still going to try his best. He didn’t like that they weren’t all here. He didn’t like that Monoceros and Lysithea had wandered off.
His heart was pounding, and even as he clawed at the machine again, he looked over his shoulder to try and find them.
The crowd was too dense, he could see them--could he?--or was he just imagining it?
People were moving too quickly. He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.
They needed to regroup. They needed to get out of this Chaos.
Cadet Vyn HP: 50 Action: Thinking about the Commodore, that most glorious man, and pew pewing Oberon. Damage: 5 (roll) + 3 (rank) = 8 Location: D3
They kept coming, the Knights and White Moon Senshi. They kept shouting, kept pleading, kept insulting the Commodore, kept threatening him, kept making offers and bargaining, kept touching him, kept making assumptions and hurling accusations, kept acting like they knew better, like the Commodore hadn’t already done everything in his power to find another solution.
Vyn knew he had. He knew the Commodore, maybe not as well as other Velencians, seeing as he was only a Cadet, young and inexperienced and not yet worthy of the Commodore’s confidences, but he certainly knew him better than any of the Earthlings. The Commodore wouldn’t have made this choice lightly. It wasn’t easy for him.
Yet some of the other Cadets, Vyn’s friends, they questioned, they doubted, they made assumptions and accusations of their own.
The Commodore didn’t owe any of them an explanation before their mission. They were Cadets. They’d not earned the honor.
He owed them one now. And he would explain, Vyn was sure of that, too, if they gave the Commodore the chance.
When they made it out of here alive.
If they made it out of here alive.
More were dead. Vyn did not watch, could not watch. He forced himself to look away, to hold back the horror, to stand strong, told himself that was what the Commodore needed from him right now.
Another Senshi (Oberon) lunged, grabbing the Commodore’s gauntlet.
Vyn turned, aimed, and shot again in quick succession.
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Læraðr wanted to respond to his friends, his brigade, to the alien that had joined them for some reason, but then—everything was happening too fast and he closed his eyes for a moment.
Nearly all the generators were gone, but if they got rid of the central machine... It looked busted to hell already, but it was clearly still going, with the Chaos in the air, choking him on it. He felt like his starseed was in the cold hands of the b***h who had tried to kill him, the night he'd awoken.
He would not let that happen.
Snarling, he tore away from where he was standing and sprinted for the central machine, launching himself at it with a scream and beating the machine with three consecutive hits, hardly making a dent.
Damnit.
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Julienne Mauvian HP: 50 Action: Staying close to Adria Damage: n/a Location: B4
“Don’t be sorry, Adria! You haven’t done anything wrong…” Julienne’s voice was soft and she licked his cheek gently, beginning to purr as she still tried protecting his starseed. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all. You’re so brave. My senshi is so brave…” It was the first time she had called him her Senshi. The first time she had really allowed herself to want a new Senshi...to want to...well. Not replace Lenka but…
But Adria was special. She knew that.
“I’m right here, Adira. You’re going to be fine. We’ll be going home soon. I promise!”
She pressed her nose against his cheek, closing her eyes and just trying to help. Resonating, doing whatever she could. It wasn’t much but she would die before losing another senshi to chaos.
It broke Fangnyl's heart to see Aliez like this. Begging Fangnyl to come with him and the Commodore. He desperately wished he could.
But he couldn't abide by the choice the Commodore was currently making to just allow more suffering to come to pass just because they weren't his people.
Protect your own.
It was what they'd always done.
And now, his own included Earth. The White Moon. And the Commodore was letting them suffer, erratic corruptions to happen, all of it. The energy in the air... He could feel it, even if it slipped over him and didn't affect him. It was affecting his friends.
In the distance, he saw Caer Sidi and her outfit bleeding black, and all that did was solidify his resolve.
Protect your own.
Feeling more than seeing Aliez walk away, Fangnyl turned to the central machine and buried his dagger in it with a feral scream.
Protect your own.
His heart twisted at the thought of Aliez never seeing him again, never wanting to talk to him again because of the choices Fangnyl was making, at the thought of all their people that had died here (Gavaen made him want to sob). So many dead, many more becoming Chaos because the Commodore's machine had been perverted and he refused to take the two ******** seconds to turn it off. The Commodore had made his choice.
Now Fangnyl made his.
Protect your own.
He would.
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Belmont paused when Sessrumnir told him to get away from there. He wanted to protest that everyone else was trying to stop it--and shouldn’t they? He could feel the Chaos prickling at him, even if he didn’t have a name for it, even if he didn’t know what it was.
His jaw clenched and he thought he might argue, but he huffed and forced himself away to stand by the other Jupiter Knight.
“What are you going to do with him?” he asked; he deliberately avoided looking at Caedus because he hadn’t known him before and he didn’t want to know him now. If things kept on as they were, he didn’t see how they were going to get his starseed back.
...It was selfish of him, probably. He’d lost his starseed before. He’d been in a coma. It was a stroke of luck that the starseed had been returned to him, he knew that.
He could have been dead right now, but somehow, he’d been saved.
Sure, Caedus deserved that. Probably. This was all beyond his paygrade.
He wasn’t going to have to decide if his life was worth the lives of anyone else. He wasn’t going to have to sacrifice himself to save a whole world.
He was just Belmont, Page of Jupiter, doing his best and picking off the small prey and that was good enough.
“You should put him down, you’re just hurting your arm. You didn’t let me wrap it before you ran off. I--just let me help with something. Tell me what to do.”
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Character name, rank, and a link to their journalSenshi Vela senshi of bonfires HP: 16 HP Action: Moving to F4 Damage : Location: F2 > F4
Vela was out of magic power to use and she knew if she stayed where she was she was going to end up knocked out for sure. So she took off down the battlefield she figured she would head down so she could help the others with the other generators. The generators were going down pretty quickly now. Even though she didn't have any magic left she figured she had her fists and her legs she would figure out something. So she was off at a run ready to take on whatever came next. She could still feel the chaos magic that made her want to throw up again. She took another deep breath trying to avoid getting sick again.
[Cosmetic fire enhancement. Vela flames flare around her when her emotions are majorly affected.]
Dance of embers
Vela dances around a bonfire bidding the flames to burn higher and higher embers flying into the air. The enemies the embers fall on receive the feeling of small stinging burns. (Lasts 30 sec. ) (Can be used twice per battle) 5 ft range. (Only feels like burning)
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Character name, rank, and a link to their journalGuardian Illyria HP: 20/50 Action: protecc Ida. Always must protecc friend. Damage -- Location: Still in F6
The explosion of the generator that she had been helping to attack was a sight to behold. The beam shooting off into the sky to parts unknown. Pieces of the machine spewing outwards. It was all rather glorious. What wasn't glorious was the smell of burnt metal and the shrapnel that dared to reach the spot on the ground where Ida lay still. Illyria had tried to protect the orchid senshi to the best of her ability by tracking pieces of the machine in transit and trying to bat them away with her tiny paws if they came close to landing on Ida's still still form. This particular battle of machine vs ferocious kitten only lasted seconds but in the end Illyria was winded. The feline stood panting at the crux of Ida's shoulder trying to regain some form of composure.
The sudden and unexpected brush of fingertips along her side startled Illyria from her protective stance and she gave the most comical reaction that a startled cat could give: she leapt up and away before landing a few feet away from Ida. When she turned to look around at what had touched her she witnessed Ida's eyes open and looking directly at her. Moving closer to the downed senshi as she spoke Illyria gave the softest sounds of distress. She couldn't leave Ida. Not like this. She had to stay and defend.
Her distressed sounds died off and Illyria pawed at Ida's side, making tiny biscuits into the fuku before she spoke, "But if I'm not here no one will protect you. You can't send me away. Look - the generator is gone. There's no reason for those of chaos to stay. I want to make sure you are safe. What happens if I leave and someone still harbors ill will? I don't think I can do anything else greater than this..."
Illyria started purring gently. There was still the sensation of wrongness washing over her but if she stayed with Ida - things would work out alright. They had to.
The voice was faint and barely there, was almost lost amongst the frigid cold and the nausea.
You must fight it!
But it was so very hard to focus over the icy tendrils of cold, even as that faint, oh so faint mental voice continued to plead with him to fight.
Even as the white of his uniform started to darken, as white started to shift to an off-greyish taint and the tendrils of cold and interlaced nausea still continued to march ever onwards.
His hand reached for another rock, raised in another throw - one that was even more uncoordinated than the previous one.
You must fight.
The voice was still there, still faint, but almost stubbornly refusing to go away–
General Youma Faustite (with Eternal Super Kamacite) HP: 169/200 Action: Communing with Kamacite Damage 3 + 10 (mission) + 7 (rank) + 5 (half-youma) + 5 (chaos) + 1 (article of strength) = 31 Location: B6
Faustite felt the unflagging violence in the air. Felt his fire draw it in, burn it up, suffuse his body with the remains until he felt a latent bloodlust when his attention crossed battlefield white. Taenite and Kamacite kept going, kept up — Taenite spun out more firestorms than Faustite expected he could make from his facsimile magic. And Kamacite? Wan-looking thing was lightning cracking over their little warzone with how often his magic went off. Faustite couldn't ask for more, but he told himself he could've done more.
Fiery thing turned at the sound of a broken voice, focused its unseeing half a face on the blackwhite Unicorn with her attachés. Knew them both, and started on Monoceros with a blatant snarl until the boy had enough sense to state his intentions. Even then, even with his posture spelling out noncombatant in blackletter and his heartfelt declaration, Faustite had to wonder: why should he desist? He was youma. He could eat whoever he wanted.
Including Lysithea. The Unicorn Senshi was distraught, but not yet folded into their darkness. Her feathers shed white, but even those blackened when left behind her slaloming trail. Flamebound thing started for her —
Then startled when her magic descended with a hale effect. He halted, feet from the trio. Then Ilse spoke, made herself useful with subduing Lysithea. He would have Monoceros —
Or he wouldn't, because some ******** in a UFO turned into a hat swung a ******** shovel at their generator. Kamacite was already on it, though he couldn't speak and showed a lack of need to do so. Faustite cursed under his breath.
"Lysithea," then he coughed and spat black blister sauce into the grass. "You want to stop the fighting, then get these ******** White Moon off the generators! Need them up if I'm going to reverse this," he added, showing his cinder-wrapped hands. Couldn't tell what Ilse's magic was, couldn't remember, but the lack of obvious fire and lightning spoke of a more insidious sort. He could only hope it would blend well with his bullshit.
And Alkmene, thank ********, was dealing with the alien. However suggestively. He'd think about that later.
For now, he needed that ******** knight down. A wince for the solar flare, then Faustite wended and bent fire about himself as he went in to slap the hat-happy nutjob (Asphodel) upside the head with as much fire as he could muster.
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Rugose Pendant - A blackened, wrinkled rock set into a silver pendant with an indigo glow trapped inside. It can be found discarded in Negaspace or the Rift. To use the item, an agent or Negaverse senshi must energy drain the rock. Once drained, the rock will crack and disintegrate. The rock's violet light will then envelop the user, cloaking them in the appearance of a youma. A youma aura will overwhelm the user's natural aura, though it will not disguise their aura. Their youma appearance must adhere to youma guidelines for personal or player youma. The user does not gain any special abilities while under the effects of the item, and their current abilities are not typically hampered by the item. The Rugose Pendant's effects last until the character powers down or until 3 hours have passed, whichever is sooner. The Pendant may be used once a day.
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Corrupted Super Adonis HP: 75/75 Action: Going to D4, singling out Beta Damage 3 + 5 (rank) + 5 (chaos boost) + 2 (basic magic) = 15 Location: D6
Adonis wasn't one to complain for how this was all going better than he thought. Helped that his impromptu dance partner was so willing to go along with the suggestions and tag team whoever got in the way of whatever their plan was. And while Adonis wasn't super sure he understood what the ******** was going on, he got the gist of generator good and dead generator bad.
Which left the whole a** question of the center console. He guessed those were connected, and with the way people kept attacking it, it was important as hell. Seemed like that was a logical next step.
"Think they've got everything under wraps here." Adonis gestured to the wasteland that was the immediate area, and stopped only to salute Sylvite with a wink when he'd gotten to her. "It's time to head inland, see what there is to see in that sea of White Moon bodies over there." Hand waved out in the general direction of the White Moon clot in the center.
Strolled across the dead expanse of the battlefield, spared only a glance back to see if Diasporite was coming with. Spent half a breath considering the people therein — ranging between healthy and ready to die, basic and eternal — and picked a cute one out of the crowd (Beta Leporis). "Hey, I could use some help over here! My friend, he Skinned his knees!" Adonis finished, and brushed his hands over his knees in false demonstration.
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Skinned ;; Range: 20' / 1 target Duration: 20 seconds Use Count: 3 Miss Chance: Breaking eye contact, going out of range Effect: Adonis holds his arms out, palms up, and the gloves on his uniform burn away. The change is mimicked in his targeted opponent, who he must make eye contact with, and they feel the effects of a mild chemical burn. They see a few layers of skin peeling off, some irritation, and some decent pain. Only occurs on the arms, and can be interrupted by attacking Adonis before his uniform manifests any changes, preventing him from making eye contact, or by shutting him up somehow before he can utter the name of the attack. Once the duration ends, their body goes back to normal (as does his uniform).
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Asphodel Knight of Saturn HP: 0 Action: Knocked out by Kamacite and Faustite! Damage: N/A Location: B6
"Ow," blinked Asphodel Knight, at Kamacite and the fiery youma. "Good one. Also, ******** you guys."
He wobbled, and staggered, and fell to the ground, the shape of Faustite's handprint burned cleanly into his face.
Promethei, Page of Mercury HP: 50 Action: Punching Albite for hitting his husband, then retreating after said husband Damage: 10 + 3 (rank) + 1 (faction) = 14 Location: F2 -> D5
Promethei was already seeing red, though seeing Imhotep join his side eased back the tides slightly. He attempted to center himself and bring himself back into that patience, back into that stability--
But then, a youma had the audacity to--
Caliban's pleasantaries had melted down immediately, but he wasn't the only one. Seesawing from the stability he had started to find again right back into the seas of blood, Promethei roared his discontent as he saw his husband fall to the ground. Whipped his glare to Meridiana, first, and then to the ******** youma who seemed capable of chatting -- the squire apparently recognized him, somehow --
Didn't matter.
He smashed his fist into the youma because focusing his attention on the one that everyone else focused on was probably the right answer, hissing as his jacket turned darker, as the symbol flipped again, "Don't <********> touch him, you bastardized eldritch refuse--"
The red was growing brighter, stronger, and Promethei stormed off before he broke from it.
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Squire Pendour HP: 75 Action: Drive-by attack on main console and going totalk to Lyndin Damage d10+ 5 (rank bonus) + 2 (squire bonus) = 10 Location: D4 -> D3
She'd thought of Oberon a moment ago, and then he was there, by her side.
Yelling.
She'd never heard him raise his voice before. Even when she'd lashed out at him in the midst of a panic attack, he'd been nothing but sweet as sweet to her.
Now, he was yelling at Encke, and maybe at her, and that, alongside the way that his outfit was turning gray, made her heart pound violently almost as much as seeing Caedus's soul ripped from his chest had. She found her fingernails digging back into her skin at the sight of it.
He also had a point. Pendour was an idealist and a healer and a dreamer, not a warrior. Maybe that made her foolish, but she'd clung to it up until now. She'd refused to think like a warrior, refused to think that it might be necessary to sacrifice some people's lives to save others.
In everything she did, she worked to save everyone.
Her Transcendence markings flared against the surrounding waves of Chaos.
She wasn't going to let Lyndin break that part of her.
She nodded, even as Oberon dashed off to go for the glove. "I'll try," she told him, even as her voice still shook.
She followed after him and after Encke. As she made her way past the generator, she ripped off some lose piece of machinery, like she was pulling a weed.
Like before, she stood so that Encke could cover her blind side. Like before, she listened to what those around her were saying. She looked up to Lyndin, saw the pain in his own eyes.
"Is this what you want?" she asked, softness creeping back into her voice as she nodded towards the body of Caedus over in Sessrumnir's arms. She winced with every attack on Lyndin, stiffened again as she felt the Negaverse forces try to gather in, but she took a deep breath, continued, "Your people are crying out to you. I don't think this is what they want."
She looked straight into his piercing eyes. "If what you want is for your people to live, we can help. We didn't offer before because you didn't ask, but we have so many worlds, so many resources. We have research on reviving planets. Some of us have access to ancient technology. I have water, myself, all the water you could ever need. Please just let us help, and please,"
Her voice cracked, "Just give us back our friend."
