"If they are too squeamish to help, then you tell them when Yugash reaps the benefits they will not share with those who were too cowardly to help!" Kerok slammed his chart onto the table, his emotions getting the better of him despite being surrounded by his subordinates. The populats did their best to ignore the outburst, but they were all a little on edge. The fact that for the first time in any of their lives, they stood on ground that wasn't the steel floor of a Metropolis, breathed air that wasn't filtered and recycled, and they had to deal with the frozen water that floated from the sky and piled like ash all over the base camp, was enough to make even the most stalwart citizen lose their serenity.
"Sova is still bitter about the war, they'll come around once they see how much Yugash has gained from this venture." Yevel, Celebrant of Ot, said with complete conviction. As always his calming voice put others at ease, and everyone in the area, except Kerok seemed to relax visibly. Kerok, who always saw Yevel as a rival, wanted to bite back with a scathing retort, but held back. The populat's should not see him lose his temper, it would only weaken his position. Instead he simply nodded and began to look over the other messages he got that day. A few reports from the scouts said they had found what they believed to be a settlement a few miles away from the Gate. After having to contend with a group of savages a week before, Kerok was uncertain whether or not he should allow a team to investigate. Their research told them that this world was mostly full of soulless creatures that attempted to pass as men. When he investigated the remains of the savages who had attacked his border guards, he was certain that research was correct. The people of this world seemed to run around in the hides of animals, the large creature they had found with them looked like a giant rat with an overgrown nose. It has taken a several hits from a Siege Crossbow to bring it down. The savages, while injuring a single Militant, were quickly cut down by crossbow fire. It had been a quick victory, but one that made Korak worried. If all the creatures on this world were as hostile, they would be in for fights much like this. In order to survive, he would need more firepower.
Almost as if an answer to his question, the Gate situation in the middle of the base camp lit up with reality warping energy. Purple and green lightning filled the air as the Gate activated. It was in the shape of face, covered in metal, and Korak was assured symmetrically perfect. Constructed of all the five magical metals, it wore a crown made of Orichalcum, it's skin was Moonsilver, and it's eyes Starmetal with prismatic Jade pupils. It's mouth, which now opened, was dark and ominous. It was made of Soulsteel and not even the light of the electricity could penetrate it's gloom. As the lightning picked up intensity, a lout crack of power filled the base camp with ozone, and out came a large retinue of soldiers. Their black armor and weapons contrasted greatly with the bright silver skin of the man leading them out of the Gate. In the light of the glowing orb that filled this world's ceiling, he seemed to shine like a beacon. Korak rubbed the back of his head in exasperation as he realized who it was who had exited the world of Autocthonia and joined their camp in Creation.
"Excessively Righteous Blossom, we were not expecting your arrival for another week." Korak greeted, not hiding his irritation at the situation. Project Razor had been his child, no Champion, Machine God, and certainly not Autocthon had the gumption to open the Gate. The fact that he was supposed to return to Yugash and hand over command of this expedition to Excessively Righteous Blossom of all Champions, burned him to no end. Thank goodness Yavel was staying to keep everything productive, as much as it pained him to think that.
"Duty always helps things progress smoother. General Gortch agreed to let me out of service early so that I could arrive at my new Command earlier than expected." In truth Gortch couldn't get rid of the wayward Champion faster, and Righteous Blossom had been eager to be given command of something, ANYTHING again.
"You are to return to Yugash, where I hear you will be getting a good promotion. Thank you for all your assistance. I will now bring the glory of the Machine God to this heathen world."
Crusaders of the Machine God