• Nobles of Null is a forum based roleplay site where sci-fi and magic collide. Here, Earth remains fractured and divided despite humanity reaching out to the stars. Worse still, the trans-human slaves of one major power have escaped, only to establish their own Empire, seething with resentment at abuses of the past. Even the discovery of aliens, though medieval in development, has failed to rally these squabbling children of Earth together with its far darker implications. Worse still, is the discovery of the impossible - magic. Practiced by the alien locals, nearly depleted and therefore rare, its reality warping abilities remains abstract and distant to the general populace. All the while, unseen in the darkness of space, forces from without threaten to press in. For those with eyes opened by insight, it is clear that an era is about to end, and that a new age will dawn.

First Contact - Li Ming Deep Space

Bukang furrowed his eyebrows. Most living humans were bionetically augmented, one way or the other. The true standouts were the Daqinren, who were entirely synthetic in nature. There was a strong suspicion that it was the Daqinren that the "Vrexul" were referring to, but he needed to be sure.

Basic technological exchange requested to better facilitate the trade of information. Upon completion, request for in-depth data exchange of the local, 100-light-year-radius area. Your contact with the hostile, biomodified organisms has been noted. Further discussion and action requires the previously stated exchange.

After twelve hours of preparation, a probe was sent flying towards the Vrexul vessels at a slow, non-threatening velocity, carrying basic human information-presentation technology along with a data bank of human history, the current factions, their appearances and behaviors, all for the Vrexul to better understand the human species as a whole. This data bank included the Daqinren, their known ships and their outward presenting profiles. It was still unclear how the Vrexul perceived physical reality, so all signatures across the EM spectrum were included.
 
"WHAT WAS TAKEN NOW RETURNED."

From behind the miasma veil, a familiar shape shot out like a fish breaking a pool's surface. The automata that had been investigating 138 spun outwards trailing thread-like attachments like seaborne weeds or kelp against their body. Foreign biomechanical mass clung to it like an invasion of grime and barnacle esque clumps. Sparks flashed across its body and segmented chitin-bulk shifted and twitched as it drifted further from the corpse-vessel.

The HFR probe vanished behind the swarm-field soon after. A few minutes passed and the thundering voice of a thousand synthesized harmonies spoke again.

"OUR PRESENCE IN YOUR TERRITORY - UNAFFECTED, PRESUMED CONTINGENT ON HFR POLICY. METHOD FOR CONTACT WITHIN RETURNED AUTOMATA IN FUTURE ENCOUNTERS."
 
Two Weeks Later

"Looks like we're lined up, Professor, commencing docking routine, ETA 30 minutes." The Kongjian unit turned around in her crash couch to report to Bukang, before unstrapping herself to the back of the pod. The linguist watched as she maglocked herself to the back surface, double checking her armor, electronics, and weaponry. In her suit, she was an entire head taller than he was, a lot more dangerous looking too, with the blocky plates and the eight cameras-for-eyes on her helmet. By comparison, he looked like a large, stuffy teddy bear in his environmental suit.

Bukang peaked at the gun mounted to her forearm and furrowed his eyebrows. Why did it always have to be a display of weaponry? It seemed completely unnecessary, overly hostile and cautious. How did it present humanity?

"Li Mingzao, was it?" He asked, "It's best if you don't join me."

"I can't do that, professor." She nonchalantly replied, "Orders from command. You are to be escorted at all times."

"Fine. Then take off your firearms."

"Prof--" Mingzao raised an eyebroew, before she was interrupted.

"I know what command decided on. I also know it was a close vote. It's just the two of us out here now, and as the leading diplomat, I order you to disarm. Neither of our lives are worth creating a diplomatic incident with aliens who may or may not be superior to us."

The Kongjian unit let out a sigh through her nostrils. "Fine." She relented, unstrapping the gun. "I'm keeping the knife though."

"That's fine. That shouldn't concern them." Bukang looked down at his notes. Shouldn't. They knew very little of the Vrexul still. The vague information provided to them by the aliens told of a collection of tribal societies gathering together before a bio-industrial revolution. Sharp rocks had to be a key aspect of their early culture, right? It wasn't just a symbol of savagery and violence, but of intelligence and pragmatism.

10 minutes before contact. Bukang strapped his helmet on, double checking his equipment with Mingzao. Her face was now covered by her eight-eyed helmet, cold, soulless.

"Void sword, what do you think of the Vrexul so far?" He asked his bodyguard.

"If I had to be honest, prof? I'm scared." Mingzao replied with an audible nervousness through the comms. "The Daqin, we trained for. They seem to be a headache to command, but they're largely a known quantity. They can be unpredictable, but we know that, we have contingencies against them. They're a known unknown. We have no idea what's going on with these Vrexul. They're an unknown unknown."

Bukang nodded. "Scared is good, it's right. I'm scared too. It's the natural human emotion when we stare into the abyss." He looked up at the Kongjian unit, giving her an encouraging slap on her shoulder armor, a puffy glove on hard composite plating. "The Aos Si were unknown unknowns too, but now they're mostly friends. Just keep that hand off that dagger, and we should be okay. We have to tell ourselves that."

Mingzao nodded back. "Understood, professor."

The pair maglocked themselves in the airlock, with a monitor in the uppercorner, showing the nose of their pod steadily approaching interface with the Vrexul vessel. The design of this pod was hastily drawn up after the light tech exchange, a small, chemical rocket, modified to allow for contact with the aliens.

The entire hull shuddered for a brief moment. Then, as Bukang looked up from his notes with his heartrate visibly spiking on his HUD, the airlock swung open. Time to stare into the abyss.
 
The doors of the vessel opened and the cavernous innards of the alien vessel revealed themselves to the visitors. A white mist wafted out, enveloping their sight but silhouetted through the fading fog was a structure eerily naturalistic. It was not merely a cave that winded out into expansive chambers and numerous tunnels but one that looked like it was burrowed, mined, carved, constructed. Not out of stone but flesh, chitin, and metal that had been fused together like some approximation of nano-armored muscle mass. Layered with wire-like material wrapped around cartilaginous, interlinked exoskeletal frames layered with shaped, smoothed out dark metallic plating a mixture of blue, silver, and black - like an incomplete skeletal mockup of some nonsensical living cave.

The space before them was quite large with floors that curved upwards into stabbing, mantis-claw like pillars lined with some sort of half moss, half silk netting filled with little holes and gaps. Blurs could be seen moving beneath them; fist sized, many-limbed, skittering faster than anyone could make out their exact shape. It was as much a foyer as it was some sort of habitat but there was not much time to take in the skittering complexity. The vrexul "diplomats" awaited them.

There were three in the greeting party. The main one was not standing but floating at least 15 feet off of the ground, a coalescing mass of biomechanical un-logic made of the same squirming, writhing, creeping mess the massive vessel shrouded in decay had been. Where that had been drawn over the body of some titanic, starship-sized carcass this was something more indefinite in shape and cybernetic in its composition. What first seemed like ground up insectoid mulch upon closer observation to be mostly cybernetic components interlinking, disconnecting, and recombining. It was akin to a pile of roaches, maggots, woodlice, and other filth-welling arthropods not only creeping across one another and large pieces of fragmented, still blinking luminescent robotics but literally breaking apart midcrawl themselves to reconnect with near random pieces of unrelated organisms.

Yet it was not purely amorphous - there was a shape and structure of some sort, spherical and spiked like a floating sea urchin or some vaguely curled up organism, maybe a pillbug or some rove beetle. They would only get glimpses of this very implicit shape difficult to make out from the coiling chaos that lived, squirmed, and shifted without rest. It was imposing not as some tyrant or great general was but an omen and a warning, unreadable and genuinely otherworldly yet immanent in how its presence could be felt like an infestation in the walls.

The other two were more "conventional" in that they currently were in a bipedal stature with identifiable limbs and other anatomy. Everything else about them was otherwise of a more segmented, insectoid character. There were both massive in size, bulky and lumbering from the view they were given in the teal neon glow, each one roughly eight and a half to nine feet tall and with long beetle like bodies; staphylinid in particular for the length and flexibility but carabid like in the tough, partially streamlined nature of their dark silver-blue and lightly blackened carapace. Their broad shoulders and somewhat wider bodies were in constant movement, not as overwhelming as the pseudo-spheroid but their two larger claw limbs broad as human bodies, four leaner auxiliaries still larger than human arms, and an uncomfortable number of smaller manipulatory and tool-like appendages often ending in snapping, grasping, scything digits.

The larger limbs were similar; their main arms seemed like larger versions of beetle or even shrimp claws but they splintered into multiple smaller digits each one moving independently. As if the facade of large grasping appendages could break apart at any moment. At the very least, the larger legs they stood on seemed normal enough, ending in six-footed long appendages armored like the rest of their bodies. Yet it was clear some of their additional limbs could be used for movement; occasionally they would reach out and run against the ground, retracting into their semi-metallic armor beneath sloping-yet-curving panels of some sort of metallic composition. There were biological carapace elements but they seemed to be being almost overtaken by the clearly artificial components.

Their heads replicated this complexity, lined with cold, dark metal in their flattened shapes akin to earwigs, devil's coach horse beetles, and slightly more flattened ground beetle skulls. These were creatures that had an innately predatory appearance but the feral savagery one might expect had been caged within sleek, fleshless, molded metal of interlinking imititation-chitin plates and cybernetic panels, their eyes turned into multi-ocular camera clusters and otpic dome constructs both swivelling in sometimes up to eight different socket-regions. Mouthparts were visible but they were shrouded behind iron masking shields, giving but occasional hints when they opened of the nightmarish array of layered mandibles, palps, and feelers within before they retracted back behind the alloy-shroud.

The sphere organism was roughly eight feet in diameter and smaller than either of them but the faint light green luminescence emerging from behind the stormwater madness of its form seemed to grant it some kind of significance. Neither of its two companions seemed to move much, fleshless faces not even directly pointed at the HFR representatives as their various appendages twitched about on their own. A familiar droning sound buzzed out of the machine-rot globe as its light shone onto the two, illuminating them as it "blinked" with rapid flickers and a familiar voice began to speak.

"YOU SEEK OUR INFORMATION POSSESSED IN GREAT NUMBER. WE SEEK A POTENTIAL SOLUTION TO A BIO-ENGINEERED PROBLEM YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH. WE HAVE WANDERED THESE STARS BEFORE YOUR KIND CREPT AMONG THEM BUT WE RECOGNIZE THE BOUNDARIES YOU HAVE SET. THERE IS MORE TO REVEAL BUT FIRST YOU SHALL SPEAK."
 
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Bukang took a deep breath under his helmet. The Vrexul were unsettling. So far, the known alien species, the Aos Si, the Grawla, they were humanoid, made of clean flesh and skin. The Aos Si were long living, prideful, but diplomatic, already integrated into their society to some extent. The papers coming out of Hawking told of a species that was xenophobic, but pragmatic and somewhat justified in their fears. They too, could be seen as somewhat human in behavior.

The Vrexul were different. For the first time, he and the other humans privy to this species existence have been reminded how alien the stars beyond their reach can be. They've grown complacent with the Aos Si.

"They look cute." Mingzao made a nervous joke through the private comms. Bukang's hair jolted at the remark, but it broke the ice for him. Staying silent and motionless a couple of seconds after the Vrexul diplomat made its statement, he withdrew a blocky device from his belt, lifting it up to the alien. It was a prototype translator, tailored to translate Mandarin into Vrexul.

"The Heaven Forged Republic is gladdened by your swift recognition of our sovereign borders. We seek to understand your purpose in this system." He strapped the translator onto his wrist, replacing it with a datapad in his hand, displaying a slideshow of pictures depicting Daqin vessels. "This bio-engineered problem you speak of, do they emerge from such vessels?"
 
"MANY; CROWDING PARTICULAR QUADRANTS WHERE WE FIND FREQUENT PASSAGEWAY. WE POSSESS PARITY IN POWER BUT NOT QUANTITY. THE ISOLATED AND THE EAGER ARE EASY PREY IF THEIR ALLIES ARE NOT MADE AWARE YET THESE ARE TARGETS OF OPPORTUNITY, NOT PLENTY. OUR PRESENCE IN THIS SYSTEM IS NOT AS CONQUERORS AND OUR COMBAT VESSELS ARE NOT GREAT IN NUMBER."

The pseudo-sphere pulsed as it spoke, the outer layers of swarming mass inflating and deflating against a barely visible inner framework of complex and entangling wire-mesh reminiscent structures. The light from within did not merely radiate but it seemed to bend as if it was not so much light but some sort of luminous gas behaving as if it was pseudopod flesh. The source of this seemingly animated, living light could be seen in the centre; a coalescing ball of lighter teal luminscence with some sort of long, trilobite like ribbed shapes swarming about within.

Its compatriots remained still beyond their jittering insectoid motions, simultaneously living statues and frenetic masses of jerking, twitching, retracting, and extending appendages. It was hard to tell if they were even alive or if they were some sort of machinery.

"WE KNOW OF YOUR HISTORY TO AN EXTENT FROM INTERCEPTED TRANSMISSIONS. IT IS NOT OUR ROLE TO JUDGE YOU BUT WE FIND OURSELVES SIMILAR VICTIMS OF SCHISM AND CONFLICT. THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT YOUR FOE OUTCLASSES YOU ON A BASIC LEVEL. THIS IS NOT SOMETHING WE FIND TO BE TRUE IN OUR CASE. YOU HAVE OBSERVED TWO OF OUR OWN: ARMED COMBAT UNITS THAT YOU MIGHT CLASSIFY AS INFANTRY. THIS IS NOT ENTIRELY ACCURATE BUT WE PROPOSE A DEMONSTRATION OF THEIR CAPABILITIES - CAPABILITIES WE ARE WILLING TO PUT IN YOUR HANDS FOR A LIMITED TIME."
 
Bukang was taken aback. An immediate offer to supply military assets from an alien species was not an event he was expecting.

Was it a trap? Or was it simply be this alien species' mannerisms, to skip to direct action? What logical process lead to the Vrexul making this offer?

"Your culture is mostly unknown to us, your technology and methods alien." Bukang replied flatly. "Exchange of military assets is beyond the scope of this first meeting between our two species. Our purpose here is to establish methods for further diplomatic contact and understanding. Only when we as a species have a confident grasp of your capabilities will such a military delivery become a potentiality, and even then you must first meet our political leaders."

He needed to throw the aliens a bone though. "But first, define "demonstration". If you can do so without injury to one of our own, I present our infantry to test against yours." Bukang gestured to Mingzao, who stepped forward.

"If it's one of those two behind the ball, I believe I'm out-matched in weight class." The Kongjian remarked privately, eyeing warily. "We were trained to fight Daqinren at a 2-to-1 manpower advantage, not alien bio-engineered warriors."

"Well, the aliens seem eager to showoff their capabilities. Just respond in good humor."

"That's a nice way of saying 'Try not to get any bones broken,' professor." Mingzao scoffed. "I'll improvise."
 
"THERE IS SAYING FROM YOUR SPECIES THAT PHYSICAL ACTION CARRIES MORE WEIGHT THAN PURELY DICTATED INTENT. YOU DO NOT APPEAR TO DISAGREE. AS WE HAVE STATED THAT WE HAVE ENCOUNTERED YOUR ENEMY BEFORE, THEN LET US DEMONSTRATE HOW ENCOUNTERS BETWEEN THEIR FORCES AND OUR OWN TYPICALLY END."

The spherical diplomat began to shimmer as light swam and bent in arches around its porous body. Dust-consistency limbs of macro-organisms and living machinery extended outwards in rigidly geometric formation, six arms each outlining a large rectangular shape as holographic luminscece began to fill in the empty space in front. The immaterial glow projected into a screen, losing colour beyond a faint silvery pseudo-static blur as recorded audio and clearing video began to manifest onto the biomechanical screen.

It was not solely "vrexul" video feed that was playing however, based on the sights of dense carapaced chitin outlining a few of the video screens. The screen was wide, enough to be a small theatre, and it hosted a plethora of smaller rectangular windows. Some of them matched known human video formats - one seemed to be an observation drone in low orbit, another a helmet-mounted camera, another a wall mounted camera, and otherwise presenting a wide variety of perspectives alien, human, and post-humanoid.

What was visible from inference through multiple screens was an outpost of sorts, a backwater world of wide fields and lumpy hills broken up by dense patches of forest between wild, varying shrubs and vegetation. The structure itself was some sort of HFR prefabricated structure but any identification and banners had been removed, leaving it a series of cargo-crate like, slab-structures that formed a large encampment circular in form and flanked by tall hills to the rear.

For an outpost however it was not lightly unguarded. There were humans visible, raiders and pirates perhaps given by the irregularity of their armor and weaponry, but not normal humans. Larger than normal, some of which bearing weapons moreso associated with the dog, tiger, and snake forms distantly visible within one of the larger structures through its windows. Quiet and impassive, emotions hidden behind their armo, but pointing and poking at something large and lump-like seated behind an observation capsule. Something that seemed at first like a fragment of a ship blackened perhaps by blast-fire or some incident but organic, twitching, chitinous growths were visible on its side.

The same sort seen within object 138. However the daqin came into contact with it was unknown and given by their body language and what was likely an intense conversation, it was likely just as mysterious to them. Given by the fact that vrexul camera feeds could be seen looking at the structure containing it, their zoomed-in perspectives draped in a wash of static green and daqin shapes within highlighted in animalistic white outlines, it was reason enough for whatever bloodshed was soon to be unleashed upon the outpost.

Oddly enough, nothing seemed to happen at first. There appeared to be roughly six vrexul camera feeds, maybe around 25 human ones, excluding gun turret, security camera, and combat automata feeds. Yet the vrexul ones simply continued watching - sometimes the camera would look towards other vrexul, spaced out before the east side of the base where the buildings were a little less spaced out and the descending sides of the hills provided some concealment as they lay in wait behind foliage, trees, or partially embedded in the dirt.

Two additional vrexul feeds appeared but these ones seemed static-ridden and blurred for whatever reason.

The watching continued, humans milling about but watching the wilderness carefully, weaponry in hand as a pair of daqinren exited the structure, cautiously looking to the hills. A group of humans were on their way, carrying long rifles and bipod-tipped machine guns, clearly expecting something as they settled in on the hill. Both daqin split, one of the moving to a slightly reddish structure with a sattelite array dish on top, the other into a smaller grey structure - likely private quarters.

A few minutes passed when the one in the red structure, a tiger daqin, abruptly burst out almost knocking the door off of its hinges, weapon armed and raiisng a hand to motion to the now alerted humans. The base was alive with motion, both species spreading out with a contingent of humans backing up the tiger-daqin, weapons pointed at the door, shouting and yelling. From the feed, the door could be seen being kicked opens and guns sweeping into the room - a personal quarters of knocked over beds, crushed furniture, great gashes along the wall, and and a the dog-daqin clutching its side, a sidearm in its grip and a twitching, jointed limb jerking about on the floor.

It belonged to a creature best described as something like a very large lacewing larvae - the same scissor-mandibles but in a pair of four, its body the colour of rotted undergrwoth filth, at least three times as many limbs, and more than just its mouthparts it packed a number of large, long clawed-limbs ending in multi-fingered sickle tips. Bullet wounsd were visible across its body, sparking from multiple holes but it lunged again, jerking and twisting as more rounds slammed into its body, turning about to ram into one of the humans with ripping, ravenous fury.

The two blurred vrexul feeds suddenly began to lighten as the savage creature tore outs ripping appendges out of a mangled human and into another, the tiger daqinren stepping in to try and pull it off of its comrade, motioning for its wounded comrade to get out.

This would unknowingly prove to be a mistake.

From a human feed running to the wounded daqinren, a medical kit clattering by their side, what should have been first aid soon turned into a post-mortem. Just as they raised the supplies to their compatriot, a lance of blue-white light passed through their sight, enveloping the dog-form's head, silencing a muffled cry with the sound of suzzling, burning, melting flesh. Dripping, pooling bodily mass bubbled against the blackened outline of a burnt skull, falling to the ground stiff as a mannequin.

Another feed showed the machine gun and rifle team immediately zeroing in on the sight of the beam, lighting up the foliage of the copse with heavy duty rounds in streams of tracer fire and staccato semi-auto bursts. Thermal vision revealed beneath the fog of smoke and heat, a shape rapidly crawling across the ground, vrexul and on all fours or rather, maybe 12's, moving like an enormous ground beetle as it repositioned.

A swivelling gun turret, its view flanked by four long barrels, swept across the camp zeroing in on the increasingly subjugated larval-creature visible through a hole within the daqin commander quarters. Yet in the corner of its sight dirt could be seen kicking up between the flashes of light streaking across its sight; return fire from the vrexul sniper. From the growing hole in the ground, dirt exploded outwards and a large shape erupted out of the ground, shrouded in dust and debris but familiarly looming, staphylinid and bipedal in shape.

The vrexul feed that was once blurred static showed a quad-barreled turret sitting atop one of the prefabs, swivelling towards the camera-feed outlined in a bright purple. A massive rifle of some sort held in its hand swung towards it but not before it popped up a few shorts, clanging audibly against the carapace, crunching through and audibly cracking it at portions, before a burst of needle-like energy bolts from its rifle reduced it to a sparking mess. The weapon turned to the commander quarters, blowing smoking holes in a trio of human troopers attempting to fire through holes in the wall as more blasting and shouting sounded off on the background.

While the singular feed showed the vrexul firing its hefty weapon, clamped against its side through multiple long digits, in a savage exchange of fire with the forces bunkered in the commander quarters (the larval-thing could be seen torn in two through a recently made hole), it was also engaging another set of targets. Looking to a camera feed on an adjacent building and its other large clawed arm, along with various smaller appendages some of which resembled long jutting insects, firing a deadly barrage of spines and directed energy bolts into another structure, multiple rounds slamming into its body as additional security personnel forced themselves to reposition and engage a new threat.


The two remaining drones lay in burning piles by its feet but in the adjacent building, charred and burning, it wasn't hard to see butchered humans within, desperately attempting to hold back its vicious fire. That was the last thing the feed showed before it gargled and fell to the ground, staring at its ower body smoking a few feet behind it, shakily raising an arm towards the sight of the monstrous miasma-thing, holding a a dripping mess of a daqin commander sunken into one of its massive claws, meat pouring from its desecrated torso and the gash-wounds of devourment across its form.

Yet the vrexul were not here for mere butchery. From the feed of the one who had stormed into the research facility, shoving the pouring cadaver of of one of the daqin it had blasted earlier out of the way, the fragment could be seen jittering and violently convulsing in its container. Not for long; the creature's massive claws wrapped around crustacean like, cracking, cracking further, shattering the glass as smaller limbs ensnared the twitching, reluctant fragment, dragging it back to its body and into whatever grotesque crevices lay within its carapace.
 
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A sound like a shriek, bestial in nature, broke the ambience of gunfire as from two of the vrexul feeds hidden in cover, autocannon-rifles sounded off. The hill which held the heavy weapons team was illuminated by bursts of orange-red flame, a supporting gun turret's feed mounted on a nearby multi-unit structure fired its quad-turret towards a pair of hidden shapes, pinging off of their carapaces. Flashes of vrexul shapes illuminated their positions, joined by the sniper as a daqin commander ducked, motioning to nearby human troopers to spread out for attempted crossfire on their spread out trio of vrexul.

That's when the daqin paused and another of its allies, mounted on a watchtower, turned its weapon towards the barracks unit the soldiers were rushing past. They stopped abruptly on some private channel order, ducking as the daqin fired its weapon in a full auto burst, scourging the structure open from the feed-view of a prone trooper, camera blurring with static as the sight of multiple skittering, crab-like legs were seen through the perforated mess of what was once the barracks. Emerging from a hole burrowed into the bottom of the structure, semi-spherical disc-bodied crab-like constructs and almost hand-shaped, mite-like counterparts, mounting various smaller rifle-sized firearms across themsleves skittered outwards. Three were scoured by weapons fire sparking and twitching as they fell, weapons firing erratically as the others climbed up the structure, firing wild flurries of red energy bolts and electrocuted spine-darts at the confused, scattering human infantry.

Their daqin commander motioned for another human to take command of suppressing the vrexul hiding in the wilderness, tossing him a grenade launcher, reloading its rifle as it gave chase. Lunging onto the top of the structure it slammed its foot against one, cracking it open as it crashed against another structure, a few soldiers peppering it with gunfire to finish it off as the other two skittered backwards, pockmarking its armor with pinging, cracking fire. Figuring they were heading towards the middle of the base, it could be seen giving chase from the view of the sattelite, hopping over air conditioners and destroyed gun turrets, swerving left and right before it stopped mid air.

The daqin attempted to dodge left but a storm of long beams tore through the roof, slamming into its leg and lower left side of its stomach. It fell through and thudded against the ground, immediately raising its rifle as a few of its compatriots deeper into the base crossired into the structure it had hopped over, ripping through walls and pinging off against something large and erratically skittering. A sound like boiling oil pitch-shifted and melded into scraping metal erupted from within. A glob of almost liquid-like energy slammed into the structure, silencing daqin retaliation as the massive blast sent one flying back and another rolling across the floor in a massive blast of heated, reaping, vicious power.

The fallen compatriot, wounded on one leg but no less vicious attempted to make some distance as it was temporarily distracted, attempting to break off but the creature turned to her, firing a few volley of pulse rounds into her body, knocking her to the ground. The drone above zoomed in, they could see the creature skittering past her as if simply ignoring her before heading to the structure it had just blown open. Grenade launchers were keeping the three hidden vrexul at bay, just enough that the perimeter team could afford to send some of its own back to deal with the vrexul trooper that had first emerged from its burrow. The four surviving gun drone creatures split - two of them followed the recently emerged vrexul that was moving into the structure it had blown open. Two others hopped across the roofs, covering the larger vrexul that had first emerged in the base.

It was easy to become disoriented across so many differing camera feeds but the structure housing the fragment was the one blown open and the vrexul was rushing towards it single mindedly, ignoring the bullets and bolts cracking and scoring against its armor. Yet as it moved in there, the fourth perimeter vrexul's feed had gone dark as if swamped with static of some sort. It was the only one that hadn't acted, but glimpses of the base could be made out through whatever visual distortion swamped the camera. In fact, they could see the three vrexul exchanging fire with the human team, now joined by a daqin commander, slowly being forced back from the usage of the grende launcher blasting apart their cover and goring their armor with nasty direct hits.

That changed when something swarmed in front of the three-vrexul team. It first seemed like an obscuring fog but fog did not have the consistency of flesh, the swarming qualities of locust, and the twitching and piling visually overwhelming appearance of an insect-infested shovelful of dirt. The field of pseudo-flesh hardened, air and space blurring around itself, turning into a defensive barrier shimmering and cracking from repeated gunfire, but holding.

As it did so, the vrexul it protected began firing again - not their guns but thudding, coughing tubular protrusions across their shoulders, raining fragments of spines and shrieking, zig-zagging hornet like projectiles onto the daqinren below. Once entrenched positions vacated, some not fast enough as airburst munitions detonated, flaying rains of barbed spines raining down, scourging and flaying armor to bone. The daqin ordered a tactical fallback, the human whose feed it followed nodding and dragging another wounded trooper bleeding profuselesy from their left arm as one of the few remaining quad turrets attemped to fire through growing cracks in the foul barrier.

The fourth vrexul's feed however had cleared up abruptly but there was something unusual about it. The visuals were warped, as if everything it saw was made of partially melted liquid and there were constant fly-like organisms buzzing in front of the camera. Yet this wasn't at the perimeter of the base; it was right inside, a shocked pair of soldiers watching... something advancing before them.

From their feed, it was both a vrexul and something else entirely. It had the shape and structure of the enormous, segmented aliens but saying it was a living thing might have been a misnomer. This thing must have been dead; its fearsome armor gored open in placs, husk like in others and its already cold, machine-like eyes festering masses of decay, squirming and writhing with teeming, vile creatures. There was a light however that seemed to emanate from its body, a light that bent and crawled over itself like worms of living colours, glowing within the fabric of reality itself. A swarming mass of putrescent buzzing, rotting, cybernetic, mechanical, creatures emanated out of its body, much in the same way they did the sphere showing them the video.

The half-a-second of shock subsided and they raised their weapons, firing a full auto spray into the living, hungry mist-vrexul. Fragments blew off, living sac-creatures within splattered and sprayed out gaseous fumes, and one of its partially worm-eaten claws raised. Before they could react, a blur of spine-tipped projectiles flew out like a swarm of darting fish, twisting through the air and ripping a hole clean through one trooper. The other turned and ran, the camera showing they could see a vrexul soldier covering the entrance to the research structure the fragment was in, forcing the increasingly disrupted and separated forces of the outpost to spread themselves thin. In spite of the numerous gashes and craters across its body, it still seemed to be fighting, even if it was missing multiple auxiliary limbs and its left arm was pouring waste fluids and worm-like creatures out of multiple wounds near its shoulders.


Exiting outside, it began its retreat to the perimeter but it seemed that might not be necessary. The daqin, mangled, battered, and defiant, knew better than to stay for a bloodbath with whatever these creatures were. Smoke grenades and suppressive fire hammered the relentless advance with the perimeter team now practically within the borders of the base, driving the humans and their posthuman leaders towards their transport vessels. Automated self-destruct systems, at least the ones still intact, detonated across the base, blurring camera feeds with static and interference as everything that could be sabotaged and denied was.

The last things seen before the feeds simply cut was the abominable shapes of the creatures, silhouetted against the inferno and the swarming cloud of sapient putrescence that had followed them, attempting to block some of the monstrous heat. The corpse-vrexul thing that it was bound to was already approaching the camera, raising its claw before it all finally cut.
 
Bukang's heartrate ramped up at the display of gore and carnage, while Mingzao was comparatively calm. It was a horror movie made manifest, and he was standing in front of the boogeymen that starred in those works. There were so many questions. Where did this occur? Were both the Vrexul and the Daqinren demonstrating their full capability here? Why did this skirmish happen? Are the Daqinren aware of the Vrexul now as well?

The linguist sighed. He was a diplomat here, not a military analyst. "You've demonstrated your infantry capabilities, and your eagerness to share such information." Bukang observed out loud. At least this was one commonality: the display of military might. Perhaps it is something the Vrexul found pride and respect in. He drew a data storage chip, offering it to the Vrexul diplomat. "Our experts will require time to analyze the data you've provided to come to a decision. Before then, I request further exchange of information on culture and methods of communication, so that we understand each species further and guarantee future diplomatic interaction."

"First, I require immediate answers. What is your purpose roaming these systems? Do you travel on behalf of a central power, or are you independent nomads?"
 
"THAT IS THE OTHER REASON FOR THE TWO YOU SEE BEFORE YOU. THE VESSEL WITH WHICH YOU SPEAK IS NOT VREXUL: MERELY A MECHANISM OF INTERNAL LEADERSHIP. IT CANNOT INFORM YOU OF VREXUL SOCIAL AND IDEOLOGICAL CHARACTERISTICS IN A MEANINGFUL WAY BEYOND ROTE REGURGITATION OF INFORMATION BEREFT. IF YOU DESIRE TO LEARN OF OUR CULTURE, LEARN OF IT FROM THOSE WHO EMBODY IT RATHER THAN THE CONSTRUCT WHOSE TASK IS TO REGULATE ITS INHABITANTS. TAKE THEM WITH YOU AND THEY WILL SPEAK ALL THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW WITHIN REASON."

The two creatures lowered their bodies to a hunched stance, almost as if they had some sort of back-deformity that made them bend forward as if they were senior citizens. It did however reduce their height a few feet, making them seem shiftier though less imposing in their default massive height. Their sheer size and bulk was closer to some heavy duty work automata than a conventionally vertebrate bipedal entity and it was practically impossible to determine whatever they were thinking or feeling. The mass of antennae, feelers, mouthparts, auxiliary limbs, and living organisms small and woodlice-esque crawling across over their bodies did not seem to imply much beyond sheer biomechanical complexity.

"WE WILL BE TRANSMITTING A SERIES OF LOCATIONS OF OUR RECONAISSANCE DRONES IN THE AREA. WE CAN BE DIRECTLY CONTACTED AS YOU WOULD ONE ANOTHER."

The sphere pulsed again, light swimming and snaking among its maze-like, nonsensical form. Data of some sort transmitted from vessel to vessel before its attention returned to both diplomats.

"WE HAVE TRAVELED THESE STARS BEFORE YOUR KIND ARRIVED, EVEN IF WE DO NOT TRULY CONSIDER THEM OUR OWN. THERE ARE THOSE HOWEVER WE WISH TO REUNITE WITH HIDDEN IN THESE SPACES, FRAGMENTS WHO ESCAPED THE LAST GREAT INTERNAL CONFLICT MANY YEARS AGO. THIS EVZREDIGOR UNIT IS OF A FLEET ALIGNED WITH THE GNOSIS EATER SECT, SENT TO OBSERVE FOR SIGNS OF THE LOST AND THE SCATTERED."
 
"... Understood." With trepidation, Bukang stepped forward, approaching one of the creatures, then made a slight bow to it. "In our culture, we bend our spines forward, lowering our height temporarily to the second party, as a sign of respect during greeting." He straightened himself, continuing to explain. "A nod of the head will also suffice. In other cultures beyond the Heaven Forged Republic, they prefer physical contact using one of their free, upper-body limbs."

"It... looks friendly." Mingzao remarked warily.

"You speak of the lost and the scattered. It seems there is a loaded history behind your purpose here. Could you briefly explain who are these lost people of yours, and how did they become lost?" Bukang asked.
 
"In my culture, we lower our forms to such a degree when we wish to hide or to strike."

The voice did not come out of the sphere. It was synthetic and clearly not whatever it is these things sounded like, not coming from the mouth of the one who spoke it but buzzing speakers. They seemed to be located around its shoulders and sides, the sound akin to a PSA speaker system with the various audio channels combining to have a flanging effect.

"A simple... gesture, will do,"
The creature's mouthparts waved about, clicking and clacking as they emerged from behind its mask as its antennae moved in circular patterns. "We do not believe your kind have the olfactory capabilities or auxiliary appendages necessary for such. We accept your bow."

Both of them crouched lower, their abdomens partially creeping backwards across the ground before they rose again as if rising out of portals, their shoulders and upper bodies not bending in the slightest.

"AS PREVIOUSLY STATED, THE VREXUL SUFFERED A SCHISM-CONFLICT MANY YEARS AGO. WE DID NOT EMERGE VICTORIOUS IN SPITE OF OUR SURVIVAL. COUNTLESS SHIPS ESCAPED OUR HOME SYSTEM IN THE WAR BUT MANY WERE LOST TO US YEARS AGO. THERE ARE SIGNS THEY MAY HAVE ENTERED THIS SYSTEM. IT IS THEIR RIGHT TO BE REUNITED WITH THEIR OWN."

The rot-orb pulsed again and this time, both of the vrexul waved their antennae in synch to an unheard rhythm.
 
"Unfortunate." Bukang remarked. "I will be speaking to my leadership extensively. We will attempt to assist to the best of our abilities, so long as we hold mutual respect for each other's people."

"We will be taking our leave now."
He announced, stepping aside, gesturing to the two vrexul creatures that were to accompany them. "Please enter our vessel." He asked of them.
 
"AN UNDERSTANDABLE COURSE OF ACTION. WE WILL CONTACT YOU IN DUE TIME."

The sphere-entity remained but immediately, the huge vrexul that had accompanied crept forth. Initially it was as if the were sliding across the ground but with their extended abdomens spread over the ground they stood upon, they literally could crawl with such smoothness. It was a bit like some grotesque centipede making a mocking imitation of a centaur with too many legs - legs that earlier both humans had witnessed being used to mimic a bipedal stature.

In spite of the reduced height in this posture both were forced one after the other to hunch their massive, wide shoulders downwards to the point they borderline resembled mantis shrimps squeezing into a tight entryway. The sphere said nothing in return, coalescing in whatever rotted madness passed for consistency and stability. Soon all that was left beyond its robotic hum was the sound of many small legs scurrying around behind the mesh-covers and the dull throbbing pulse that echoed down the vrexul ship's many winding tunnels.
 
Bukang and Mingzao returned to their transport, herding the two vrexul to the back. Mingzao announced to them with trepidation. "I will now be securing you two to the walls, please remain calm." Her own heart sped up as she gently pushed the vrexul to the backwall in the zero gravity, anchoring herself with her maglocks to one of the sidewalls, then crisscrossed the Vrexul bodies with wide straps. Satisfied that they were secured, she took a step back to look at her gloved hands, then took off her faceplate, revealing a clear visor, through which she gave Bukang a wary look.

The linguist finished tapping at the onboard controls to begin autopilot back to the Weilai, then turned his crash couch around to face his bodyguard and the two strapped in Vrexul. A gentle acceleration was felt pulling the passengers forward towards the shuttle as it pushed itself away from the Vrexul ship. "Be advised, once we arrive at the Zheng Weilai you will be kept in an observatory pod electrically isolated from the rest of the ship. Before then, all of us will be subject to intense biological and technological decontamination." He tapped at his console, withdrawing a small chip that contained a list of chemicals, electromagnetic sweeps, and software procedures that would apply to the shuttle and its passengers. "If you have any concerns or questions, please inform us now."

In retrospect, this communication should've occurred before they disembarked.
 
The limbs of the vrexul splayed outwards, each one with too many joints and too much individuality as they instinctively clasped and scraped at the surface. In this weightless environment they looked less like warmachines and more like some sort of rock-mimicking ambush predators. The fact that they did not seem to ever look directly at either of them made them a little less ominous. Yet with how many eyes they had, jerking around in their dome-shrouded clusters or simply still and pupil-less, it was clear that they had a far wider field of view than a human. That came with the suggestion they were likely not merely focusing on the diplomats but pretty much most of the chamber.

"Your technology may struggle with our complexities. I presume you will be prepared. We will be cooperative."
It was the same vrexul that spoke earlier, initially indistinguishable from its partner. Its voice was still synthesized, waiting maybe half a minute after the human spoke before its speakers replied. Even as it spoke, the sound of innumerable organic, cybernetic, and mechanical components moving about was easily heard. Rustling, scraping, tapping - its whole body sounded out; a living city of layered and redudandant complexities bordering on the nonsensical.

"We will save our questions for when we settle."
 
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