[IC] Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias smiled as he heard Martin again. It was good to Martin was alright after just having saved the world. Mithias interpreted his message to say that Martin wanted him to escape the Terebithia, but there were always multiple interpretations to the strange things Martin said. He didn't answer, but he knew Martin would have seen that he was alright and conscious, that is, since Mithias wasn't actively making his mind unreadable. Of course, he had no idea what was going on on Martin's end of the call. The battle with Onikage was completely unknown to him, and thus Mithias remained tied by his immediate responsibility, managing Jack's machine.

Still awaiting a response to his three questions from BIOPilot, Mithias reached the lab. The door opened for him, and he began to look around. The operation table was easy enough to find. There were computers and screens along the walls, cabinets, racks of equipment, and cages, capsules, and incubation chambers where the experimental subjects would be. Strangely, there were no longer any whimpering or crying sounds. Mithias reached out with his senses to seek life in any form.

[akje]

Martin relayed the images Rhyss saw, augmented by himself.
"̢̀͡ Your current view is the Merc's. Accompanied by all I know of the creature in front of him. It is an expertly created monster and while intresting, very dangerous. Suggestions? Should I let Rhyss die or help him? Or fabricate a draw?"

Martin's drifting mind found BIOPilot on his way and send it another query.

>package1 = new Query(All_Databases, Find("Martin"));
>print(package1);
>package2 = new Query(All_Databases, Find("Onikage"));
>print(package2);
>package3 = new Query(All_Databases, Find("Angel"));
>print(package3);
>package4 = new Query(All_Databases, Find("Nephilim"));
>print(package4);

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias froze as a scene appeared before him. It was Martin again, but this time, he provided so much more information. There was a tremendous battle going on. Rhyss was facing off against a being unlike any other. Most of his vampire squadron were dead. Dresden was dead... The hair on the back of Mithia's neck stood on end, his eyes momentarily unfocused as he watched the mental images. Onikage was a monster above all monsters. Mithias watched as Rhyss fought for his life. Not far from the scene, Mithias saw the van, and he knew time was running out for Martin. "A tale of daring escape." Mithias repeated the words Martin had sent to him earlier. "YOU have to escape, Martin! Keep Rhyss alive, and keep the assassin busy. I'm coming to get you out of there." Mithias spun around, his brother, and not to mention Rhyss, were in grave danger. If he could run to the upper deck, there was a jet he could take. He hoped he'd be able to get to Martin quickly enough. "BIOPilot." He said as he was running. "Get yourself to Kilo point and get Terebithia repaired. I'll get a message to Magnus not to destroy you. I'll meet you there."

[thewizardguy]

((Sorry for the ridiculously late post, I'll try and post more often on this thread.))
As the lab doors opened, a variety of large green cylinders were revealed. Each of them was filled with a mysterious liquid, and a shadowy form could be seen floating within each cylinder. It was a vision from a bad sci-fi movie, each of the bodies hooked up to hundreds of wires and cables, kept in stasis. They were silent, their eyes closed, mute, as if dead. And yet, in each of them was life, as could be seen by the rising and falling of their chests. Each of them was Mithias, in varying stages from birth to adulthood, replicated from brain tissue and stem cells, vat-grown for BioPILOT's unknowable reasons. Before him, arrayed neatly and sorted chronologically, was Mithias's entire lifespan, before and after vampirism.

---

As the grat mechanical mind of BioPILOT recieved these psychic messages sent by Martin, suddenly, something odd happened. As Martin sent them, almost instantly, the great light flared up brightly. Over the barrier of space, a beam of bright light struck through him, screams manifesting, tearing at him as a thundering voice droned into his mind. "SECURITY BREACH DETECTED. MAXIMUM SECURITY ACTIVATED." This message was no physical one, as somehow the artificial mind dug it's nails into Martin's brain, which had never recieved a psychic attack before, hundreds of screaming voices tearing away at his psyche, his memories, all that made him who he was, as BioPILOT struck the threat with everything it had.

"Project Michaels breached, preparing activation of Project Michael. Preparing activation of Project Armegeddon. Activating Project Resurrection. Target identified: Martin, associates identified: Mithias [Terebithia Command], Magnus [Primary Target, Vampire Command], Rhyss [Pawn]." The many preparations that had been made for a plan foiled by the act of a single man whirred into action, as the Terebithia employed weaponry that nobody had even suspected it had been capable of wielding. Soon, Heaven's Greatest Weapon would be unleashed, and the world would burn.

---

Alarms blared across the vast scape of the flying ship. Screaming, they ripped through the metallic hallways, as a massive grinding outdid even the blaring alarms. With the screech of metal, the massive plates of armor that covered the four firing points on the Terebithia slid downwards, revealing an array of missile launchers controlled by the four combat AIs BioSOLDIER 1-4. The massive cannon on top of the moving fortress shifted into position even as the large blocks of armored missiles slid out of their holding spaces, each the size of a large house, the missiles built for warfare on a massive scale. Already, BioSOLDIER 1 through 4 were calculating targeting maneuvers for a variety of situations, based on the positions of the surrounding landscape and all available geographical information.

Like a swarm of overgrown metallic insects, the many robotic drones that made out BioHIVE swarmed around the hulking mass of the Terebithia as it sped across the landscape. Like a plague of locusts they then descended, as the people below ran, screaming. Metallic screeches tore through the air, mingling with human screams of despair pain and panic as the swarm of robotic killing machines used large claws to rip through the masses of humans. BioSWARM sat behind it all, unemotionally overseeing the massacre as blood was dutifully drained from the people and gathered, all metal objects being retrieved for the purpose of repairing any damage dealth to the Terebithia in the coming conflict. And as the swarm sped after the ship, behind them they left a field of corpses, lying lifeless and pale, their blood and life drained away as if by a horde of vampires.

[akje]

This was the first time in years that Martin was surprised, though it didn't last long.
The invading mind attacked and with that made a connection, so Martin did what he had always done, what every vampire would do.

"̢̀͡ Devour "̸̶̴͠

He bit and drained, took bits of data wherever he could find. He pulled harder on the vampires in his van, nearly ripping them to shreds mentally.

That's when Martin struck the assaulting BIOPilot with a direct line to Onikage and forced him to stare directly into the core.

Violating his offender wouldn't stop the divine smiting coming his way from above though. He had to escape, there was always a way and with all this brainpower he knew exactly where.
Because of his link with Mithias he'd been watching, and he'd seen the army of brothers. An infernal gift to escape divine wrath.
A psionic message traveled like a shock wave trough the landscape, a whisper on the wind bellowed Martins words.

"̢̀͡ You are about to witness the fireworks finale! Of my ascension! "̸̶̴͠

Martin knew many people, their thoughts, their desires, what they knew and what they did. But there was no one he knew as well as his brother Mithias.
Since their collective rebirth from the fire he knew his mind inside out. Connection had become effortless. And now there where more, exact copies, some longer than others but all the same stories, the same opinions. Buzzing trough the pages of the life of Mithias he got to a full understanding of his brother, and his father.
Martin built his network. With the connection running so smoothly he had enough computing power that he was able to branch out. Connect to vampires nearby, and vampires nearby those. In seconds Martin's mental self was spread out over a network of vampires. So much so that his original body contained nothing left. It dropped lifeless to the ground, along with the brunt out vampires in his van.

Martin was now jumping from head to head at the speed of thought. Like a psionic cloud, nothing but images, sounds, opinions, emotions.. and hunger.

[Wraithblade6]

The lab was not a place Mithias frequented often during his stay on Terebithia, for obvious reasons. As he was about to depart, another door caught his eye, one he hadn't really noticed before. For some reason, as he knew it may have been his last chance to check for survivors, he hesitated departing the ship. A green light within becconed him, and he pushed the doors open. He would soon wish he hadn't. At first, he could see there were in fact living experiments in here, floating in the green cylinders. They were human, vampire... children! Mithias was mortified, but as he looked closer, he noticed they all had black hair. What he saw next shocked him to his core.

Mithias' jaw dropped. Placing a hand on one of the cylinders in horror and disbelief, he stared at his own face. He had awakened to reality only to find it was an inescapable nightmare. Quickly, he backed away. His hands actually trembled, and his stomach turned from the intensity of the emotion. He gasped, "No... this can't be!" He shook his head. Every cell in his being was fighting to deny what he had seen. Backed against a wall, he grabbed his head with his hands, his fingers in his hair, pulling on it as he made fists. He had been raped by the machine, taken for all that he was. His body harvested for dna and his mind mapped for replication. And these... these were his children. What he felt was horror, pain, anger, regret. He couldn't find a way to deny or escape it. What was he do even do with these clones? It was hell.

Time of course, cruelly marches on, and Mithias' state of fury and terror was heartlessly interrupted by a psychic wave of power, bearing Martin's message of a "fireworks finale." The vampire looked up quickly, startled. Pushing himself off the wall he struggled with the knowledge that Martin was still in grave danger. "Martin!" He had no idea if his brother could hear him or not, due to his extreme use of his mind-power at the present moment. "Martin, please don't kill yourself."

Mithias began once again heading for the door, and if all this wasn't enough, something else even more pressing started going on. Alarms blared. Red and yellow lights began flashing, and Terebithia's speakers began ringing with the activation of maximum security and several wicked protocols that Jack had certainly laid as traps months or years before his death. Mithias halted. He felt the very frame of the warship vibrate as the shield plates moved out from their position and several other outward transformations took place. "Terebithia! What are you doing?" Mithias listened to what-in-hell was being activated. It was Project Michael, Project Armageddon, Resurrection... None of which were familiar. Martin was a target. Magnus was listed as a primary target, and Mithias' own name didn't escape his notice on the list either.

Mithias was emotionally overwhelmed and he was angry. He shouted, "BIOPilot! Goddamnit! I ordered you not to execute ANY protocols without my apporval! What are you doing?! I am your controller, and you will not override me! Cancell those protocols! Do you hear me?" Of course, it was already too late. No command was higher to BIOPilot than that of its creator. Dead or alive, Stein controlled this ship. It would ever be an extension of himself and his will. Just then the monitors lining the walls near the ceiling around the lab switched on, displaying various cameras around the ship and the terrain below. Mithias was stunned, unable to tear his eyes away as the hidden weapons unveiled themselves and the swarm of drones exitied the ship and rained down death on a massive scale. This... was a whole new level of horror. Mithias stopped breathing, eyes afixxed. His lip quivered as he finally spoke, forcing himself awake, forcing himself to deal with this reality, "No.. no... Stop this!" He screamed at her. "Damn you Terebithia!" And even more loudly, "DAMN YOU STEIN!!"

Mithias bolted out of the lab as fast as his animalistic vampire speed would take him. He was in a blind rage, smashing the door open and anything in his way. He was heading for the control room, where he knew the ship's cpu's would be closest within reach of his pyrokinesis. "I'll kill you." He seethed to himself as he burst into the control room. The carnage below was also being displayed on the control room monitors, taunting him, torturing him. Staring at the wall that stood between him and BIOPilot's brain, Mithias didn't hesitate to focus everything he had, a fire in his eyes, to burn the circuitry to a crisp. Panting and glaring, he strained. Terebithia's thermal sensors immediately detected the rise in temperature, and responsively boosted the cooling system to compensate. Mithias raged and battled against the rushing liquid nitrogen on his own. The temperature rose, but not enough. The cooling system was winning. Without Martin, Mithias didn't have enough supernatural strength or control. His power was still relatively weak and undeveloped, a fact he could not deny.

Mithias nearly fell over from the effort and caught himself against one of the control panels. He roared in frustration and gave up his efforts. So much he wanted to smash his fist against the controls, but he stopped himself. It was futile. It was over. He was a failure. 800 years of immortal life, and what had he ever done right? The sounds of humans screams and buzzing drones on the monitors seemingly laughed at him, stabbing him over and over like a murderous psychopath. This enemy had completely used him and outwitted him. Gabriel had been kinder.

Defeat and despair took their tolls and Mithias walked out. Nothing remained for him now except death and his only brother. "I cannot save you now, Terebithia." He said, as he exited to the open night sky of the flight deck atop the warship. So broken within, he was almost empty. Mithias commandeered a jet and started the engine. There was only one hope now, one thing left to fight for. He'd protect Martin.

Nightingale fired off into the dark sky.

[akje]

A familiar whisper invaded Mithias.
"̢̀͡ Kill myself? Brother.. We are immortal. "̸̶̴͠
An image passed trough the veil, one of Mithias himself. An image of shock and terror. The background and fresh memories hint that this image came from the point of view of the machine holding the many clones.
"̢̀͡ I hide in the only place the heavens can't smite. I suggest you go north, retrieve the monarch, I'll stay and keep an eye out. Or a thousand"̸̶̴͠
There was no visage of Martin, or sounds of his voice. Just thought, yet somehow Martin was smiling.

[thewizardguy]

BioPILOT knew, of course, that Martin had entered the vicinity. The concept of space was limited only to our four dimensions, and the mind had no need for it. Having ascended beyond the constraint of any physical body completely, he had become nothing more than a thought. Although it could not survive without a body, it posed a threat as long as there was biological life on this planet who's bodies it could use. This was unexpected and unfortunate, and yet BioPILOT was far more capable of dealing with a psychic offensive than some might have thought, and already it's massive mind was sending a barrage of psychic attacks at the intruder. It downloaded the electronic signals from the minds of the test subjects, as, instantly, every biological mind in Terebithia was shut down, completely deactivated, providing no hosts unless Martin was willing to bond with a psysical body once more. However, BioPILOT would kill any such body before Martin could once more ascend, and the sudden death would destroy the threat. The AI, which had somehow gained vampire powers of telepathy, was going to war.

[akje]

Martin lost his use of the many Mithias minds aboard, which was a large chunk of the connected minds that made up his network.
But the trade off was more than fair. In his attack BIOPilot had attached himself to each and every one of his victims so he could shut them down.
And as the AI shut down his hosts, Martin left his signature a thousandfold. BIOPilot was riddled with back doors now, and Martin was the key to every one of them.
Martin should no longer be treated as a single entity, he was an infection, that had now spread to BIOPilot.

Martin didn't send him information to process like he did with all the others. Even though the AI would deliver some formidable calculation power, it wasn't the time for being power hungry. The only thing Martin meddled with was the AI's data on himself. BIOPilot would no longer recognize Martin's traces, his marionettes or his codes.

As far as the AI concerned, and his senses had never been off before, Martin and any trace of him had perished in that attack.

[FoxFireOfDawn]

Scarlet shook her head as her eyes turned back to a light blue and the lifeless body of a rabbit dropped to the floor. Sure, the meal was small, but it satisfied her more than enough. Xerc stayed silent for a while, after telepathically asking, "Could you approach a living entity? I need to shift through and update my information." Scaret just sighed, looking around for any nearby person for Xerc and passing from shadow to shadow to get to someone that was going to be useful. Scarlet and Xerc had no idea on what was soon going to happen and what already is happening.

---

Axel shifted and gritted his teeth, looking at the large van. Tabea smirked and chuckled, looking in the same direction. "Full of vampires over there~"Tabea said, lifting her eyepatch to examine the vampires in the van and then putting it back on her eye. Axel looked over at her and sighed, shifting up from his position and deciding it would be better if he got closer. "Care to get me a bit closer and be a bit useful?" He said impatiently, getting up and taking a few test shots at the van.
"That's mean, but sure then. I have no problem if you kill off all of them, even though I'm one of them myself." Tabea replied, before picking Axel up and dashing a bit closer, Axel gasping in suprise.

[Wraithblade6]

The high pitch hum of the engines drowned out all other sound, making a monotonous and comfortably numbing background for the vampire's thoughts. Mithias' keen eyes picked out the details of the clouds against the starry sky. The moonlight shimmered off the fluffy vapor like pearls. Flight was always so enjoyable. In the sky, the world seem to be so far away. Time held no meaning, and everything seemed to echo an eternal peace. Soothing, indulging, the escape was all too brief. "Brother, you are a fool." Mithias said to himself as he checked his instruments. Thankfully, he was almost there. Martin was higher than a kite if he thought he could live forever without his own body. Hopefully, if Rhyss could hold out long enough, Martin wouldn't have to try. Mithias wouldn't be visiting 'the Monarch' just yet.

Minutes later, the blatant sound of Nightingale's deceleration washed over the church ground and down the connected allyways. Mithias checked his scanners and set his craft to hover ominously. There were numerous dead bodies, all vampire, a human, a few fires, a van... but the systems failed to capture any live vampire movement. Was Rhyss dead? Was it too late?

His own adrenalin beginning to rise, Mithias let go of all distractions and went into battle mode. His own senses would be faster and more sensitive that that of his jet's. He didn't know what he would find below him, or if this was his last day on earth. Perhaps, in light of recent failures he was a bit too anxious, more than usual. He shook his head and opened the canopy. Now was not the time for reflection or regret.

Sending the jet off into a holding pattern, a long-haired vampire with double swords dropped to the ground. Immediately, he moved and listened. he made his way to the van. The scent of blood and the sense for family ties drew him easily. There were bullet holes along the side of the van, and no sound coming from within. Mithias' almost white hands grabbed the handles and through open the doors.

[Shikaru]

Rhyss moved to take the bullets from Oni Kage's gun, making sure they didn't hit any tendons, and managed to get a few cuts in with his staff. The wounds regenerating almost as fast as Oni Kage could create them. "I have to admit." Rhyss told him inbetween dodging Oni Kage's attacks. "Your martial arts are good, but, predictable. It's quite obvious everytime I find a opening in your guard you will shoot me. After you dodge you will advance, highly predicatable, yet nearly flawless. I say nearly flawless, because it is just that, nearly." Rhyss dropped to the ground using his superior speed the instant Oni Kage advanced and sweep kicked in a half circle, using his staff for support. Without a second thought Rhyss stood, drew his pistol, and fired several rounds each at vital organs including Oni Kage's head, keeping his stance.

Rhyss knew it had a low probability of delivering any fatal blows, but he was only buying time untill his equipment arrived.

[akje]

Like a psionic GUI a flood of data accompanied Rhyss with every move.
Bright numbers and words floated on his retina. Displaying the weak points in Onikage's armor, the points where he already hit and where he missed and how it was dodged.
It directed towards Onikage's movements and sweet spots. It reminded Rhyss of how many bullets were in his magazine, his distance to his oponent in centimeters, the exact time until his equipment arrives and many other things.

---

As Mithias opened the van a gristly display greeted him, along with the overwhelming scent of blood and death.
Like a collaboration between Pollock, Poe and Dante. A piece of art painted in nightmares.
Every Vampire was torn to shreds, to a point where it was nigh impossible to guess how many there where, let alone who.
Of there mangled and eviscerated bodies only red strings spun of blood and gore were left, as they were draped in a net-like fashion.
The crimson web was connected at the center to a still beating heart. Behind it on the back wall were dripping letters.

[Wraithblade6]

The entire inside of the van was red. Blood was everywhere, even dripping underneath the van. Mithias gasped softly as he tried to envision what had happened in here. The letters on the inside of the van meant nothing to him, but he tried to read them nonetheless. All the vampires were dead and horribly eviscerated, except for the one, still beating heart, exposed within an open chest cavity, that Mithias had to assume had to be his brothers. "Martin no..." He said, trying to connect with Martin's loose mind. "I'm not going to let you abandon your body to death like this." Mithias bit his own wrist and held it over Martin's heart, his own blood dripping into the mix of the blood-net. "Come back to me... heal. I'm not stopping until you come back to your body, Martin."

[akje]

With the bloodlines resonating like pinao wires, the splintered bones trembling and the heart still beating came an answer.
"̢̀͡ 14,37 meters away from here is an elder vampire fighting an alien... violently... 78,20 meters away from here is a human with a sniper lining up another shot at this van... Far above us, at unknown altitude is Heaven's greatest weapon... about to fire... Why should I manifest here, when so soon I'll have to flee again?"̸̶̴͠

---

Cedric made his way trough the forest, he looked trough his binoculars and in the distance he saw a ruined church tower, along with fire, explosions and flashing lights.
He planned his route a safe way around it, to where he suspected the SOLDIER encampment to be.

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias was desperate to save his brother from his drug and blood-fed, suicidal abuse of his vampiric gift. He grit his teeth as he argued. "You don't know all that, Martin! I know you, and I know when you're lying. If you don't come back very soon, then you certainly WILL die. You're drunk in your power, and your rationality is gone!" A bullet pierced the wall of the van with a sound like a loud raindrop on metal, and Mithias hesitated. His brother's mind was incredible. Was there really an alien?? The bullet missed Mithias and... well, what was left of Martin at the moment, and Mithias continued, more pressed. "Please brother. I don't know what heaven's greatest weapon is, but I couldn't bear to lose my only family. Let me take you out of here. Don't..." He fought to keep his emotions in check. "Don't give up on the chance that you might live, for I am still here."

[akje]

"̢̀͡ ...

I have never been rational.
Rationality is for those who bicker and compare size.
For those who cannot distinguish the difference between us and them.
We are immortal brother, we do not live, we do not die.

You are nothing but an ancient bundle of thoughts animating blood and puppeteering a corpse.
All that you feel, all that you do is just another program for 'the formula that is your mind' to run.
And when your puppet breaks you'll make a new one, like before.

Or you learn to slip little slivers of thought in the minds of others. Make them processes your musings and calculations.
Then you can learn to write yourself, hidden between the lines of each brain nearby. Become a network of thought.
I am in between the worlds of almost every person in Kilo Point. I am even inside the dragon and as soon as I get trough his wall I will introduce myself to the internet. "̸̶̴͠

[Wraithblade6]

Martin was serious. His words slammed Mithias like a hammer; things would never be the same. With the most solemn expression, and silence, Mithias ceased adding his lifeforce to the matrix. Perhaps in some esoteric way, Martin was going to live on, as a bundle of thoughts. Even if Mithias couldn't understand, he had to accept that Martin was his own being, and was free to make his own choices. His heart like lead in his chest, Mithias walked out of the van. Gunfire echoed off the walls of buildings not far from him, but it was as if he didn't even hear it. The calling to abandon the world was stronger than ever.

[akje]

Looked like Mithias finally believed him. Yet he still stuck around...
"̢̀͡ Fine... "̸̶̴͠
There was a lot of fine blood in that van, and the place was once again full of energy. So crafting a meat puppet wasn't going to be too hard.
The vampyric call pulled it all to pour upwards to form an amorphous blob around the now muffled heart.
Martin pulled the inside and surroundings of the van clean, he even took everything lying around in the snow.
From the crimson whirlpool stepped a construct animated in blood. First two arms clawing their way to freedom, followed by a face sculpted in the center of the uncanny valley. The thing came tearing out of the bloody storm and into the world. The hulking humonculus vaguely resembled Martin and its unsettling red eyes stared forward.
The van shook as the lumbering creature stepped out into the moonlight. His footsteps colored the snow bloody, his presence filled the air with the scent of iron.
Forged of many sources of blood, the thing was well connected to Martin. While staying safe in the cloud he took out a little thought to walk this mockery of life around.

From it's core resonated a sound. "̢̀͡ There, I have a humanoid body. Now can we please run away from this place before the damn air strike starts? "̸̶̴͠

[thewizardguy]

((Gonna timeskip forward a bit to preserve the timeline.))
Ural had been moving for several hours. Like a single entity the Pack moved through the snowy trees of the forest, a set of blurring shapes flashing. A sound like rolling thunder echoed before them that would make even the most experienced werewolf hunter cringed. There was no need for stealth, no need for subtelty, as the werewolves were the lords of this terrain. Without a word they followed the actions of their leader, conveyed through the reading of slight markings in his body language, a secret tongue instinctive to the beasts that could almost be considered as effective as telepathy. Occasionally a short directive was barked out as Magnus, hindered by his lack of knowledge in this secret, instinctual language

The jet that had brought Magnus here, while faster than even these beings could move by far, didn't have nearly enough room to store the entirety of the pack. Furthermore, werewolves had a disdain for such flying equipment, a trait derived from their strong connection to nature and the wilds. They secluded themselves from civilisation and technology, forging a barbaric culture of their own in order to keep themselves as strong as possible. This gave them incredible knowledge of woodland areas, survival skills, and tested their combat skills on a daily basis, allowing them to test their strength and endurance against mother nature herself, forging them into dangerous opponents. Of course it also had a side effect of making them far less apt with technology, and most werewolves didn't even use weaponry, instead far preferring to rely on their claws and thick hide. They are also possessed of a keen fear of aviation.

As one, the Pack halts. Although it had taken some time, they had traveled a vast distance, although the marathon runner build of wolves gave werewolves the stamina to make such long distance runs. Ural turned his head to the out-of-breath vampire, smug as he had shown off just how well his pack was in it's element moving through the wild forests and mountain landscapes where they had lived their entire lives. "We have reached an area quite close to Kilo Point. I can smell the machinery in the air, even from over here. The pollution is suffocating." Ural turned his head as several of his werewolves stood aside for a new one to pass. Without words other than slight body movements and eye gestures, the new werewolf, which seemed to have come from the direction of Kilo Point, handed over an angular package wrapped in wolf's pelts. He held it with great caution and a slight bit of fear, and then wordlessly rejoined the masses as Ural prepared to once more move out.