Planet Yamatai
Forests Outside of Winsonville
Mud Fields
Tsubei followed Akahana's gaze, studying the creatures inside. They were only a couple, little more than a quarter of a full Nekovalkyrja. Usually those being made in a hemo tank would be growing quickly, but as the two looked, no obvious development was being made. The taii looked down, studying the hole they had entered from and put a hand to the gnarled, jagged metal.
"I'd say when the flagship fell, this compartment remained intact enough to keep doing what it was doing. Check for any kind of signal or power source. If it is something strategically done, there would have to be a signal given."
Woods
"Detain them without hurting them," Kamikaze called as she looked to the mud pit where most of those that had come from the sludge were stunned or downed.
I hear them in the forest. Just like I heard you. Sprufnikkamazzar must have sent for them. If you don't find them, he will. We've lost Nataria. If-if we've failed at taking Yamatai, too, the consequences will be-
The blued woman shook her head, looking lost on the table. The time spent as a ghost in the forest, waiting for more of her own kind and wondering what the punishment for failure would be etched furrows in her forehead.
Kamikaze put a hand out and touched her shoulder, "I'm going to do a few more tests. You're doing fine." She looked back at the screen while still squeezing her muddy and pale shoulder with a light pressure. It was almost a que to Misaki too, from Kamikaze, that she needed to keep the hybrid laying down for scans.