Across the Threshold: part 17 3000 miles to New forma
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| This is the Dragon's eye, the symbol of the Red Dragon army |
At the cliffs of Beo excursion, Chipp went off to look around for the pilot of the Green ship while Bartch started to talk with Beo again. "So this is where I fought that red guy." Beo said pointing to the cliff opposite to the cave, Chipp was walking up to that very cliff and suddenly stopped dead cold at the eye symbol burned onto the ground. He started dash downhill to the cliff on the other side. Bartch turned to Beo and asked "If Requiem Chips are Bio scans squeezed into packets, could they be used to create entities with similar characteristics to that of the Humonculi?" "Maybe," Beo answered "but it can only work if there is a host body, that is what the Humonculi are for." "So can more than one chip form a single entity?" "Theoretically yes." Beo answered but suddenly Chipp soon appeared with a scowl on his face. Beo could only say "What's wrong?" before Chipp punched him in the face, knocking a tooth out in a spray of black blood. "What exactly did happened?" Chipp said in a furious tone, "there's a dragon's eye burn mark, its a calling card used by those connected to the Red Dragon army." "What do you mean?" Beo asked, "All I remember is that I fought against the Red Dragon guy, the Humonculi, mind you! Then I suddenly poof I ended on that flying city." "That is not very convincing." Bartch pointed out sternly. Beo glared at the two and then realized something. He looked back and his eyes widened at the black blood. "Oh no!" Beo said under his breath as he started to get up. Chipp and Bartch stood confused and Chipp asked to Beo "What is it?" Beo said "It's nothing. Bartch is it?" "Yes." Bartch answered. "Do you have any medical equipment, I need to analyze my body for defects," Beo said heading towards the car.
Meanwhile
"So you are telling me," Verdtrus said looking at the Humonculi "is that you found this Humonculi in a crashed NULL pod, in the middle of the alleyway?" "
Yep." Tameron said hands in his pockets, He is wearing a pair of black blue stripped pants with a red trimmed black belt and a sleeveless red shirt with a green watch on his wrist. Twin Drake, Flareon, and Flipp were with the two in their "civilian" forms. Twin Drake is in his usual attire, Flareon is in red T shirt with Black baggy pants with her face covered a pair of goggles and face mask with samurai mouth design. Flip was wearing his bronze suit with his eyes poking out of the grill. "
This can't be our brother." Flaron said, "
look at this guy, he doesn't even have the trace of the Sigma Core." "
I can't believe this, I thought only the sigma could only create Homuculi." Flipp said confused by the newcomer. "
Maybe Lightbringers Industries has developed new ways to have developed new Humonculi." Twin Drake commented. "Regardless," Verdtrus said "Black Hermit had called, he said that the next artifact is in the museum of archaeology in the southern continent of Gash. He also mentioned that someone would be coming over to observe us for some reason. Anyway we're supposed to meet them near the border of Gash."
Meanwhile again
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| A bad way to go. |
Meanwhile outside 200 miles of New Forma City, a truck was going up the road towards the city. It stopped in front of the black hooded figure, radio in hand standing on the road. The door opens up to reveal a ceasarian male with a mohawk. "Hey!" he said as honked the horn "Get out of the road!" The figure does not responds, forcing the ceasarian to honk again. After several minutes of honking, the Ceasarian got out of his car and walked up to the hooded figure intending to give him a piece of his mind. "Hey buddy!" He said, but before he could say anything else, the figure's hand literally shot out towards his throat and in a matter of seconds he was thrown by the neck and into desert ground headfirst, knocking him into a serious comatose state on the side of the road. The figure reconnected his hand, got into the car and started to drive off to New Forma.
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