It felt like they had been faced with the monstrous Dream Eaters of old. Those things, those beasts from his legend, from which the Iromakuanhe had stolen their own VANDRs from, were a bane of existence not seen in many years. Now they were to fight something similar, something capable of bringing fleets to their knees and military lords to the front of the field. What was presented to them here seemed impossible. He brought his hands to his head as the Admiral began listing off these impossibilities, with him receding to find some kind of solution in the back of his mind.
Only one, with the the Dream Eater of the Nuocr. Mu'Klamal had come to fight this dreaded beast over open sand where his troops were at a clear disadvantage. The beastly construct of old had cut through his lines, bathing itself in fresh blood, but this had been the intent of the cruel Mu'Klamal. For when the beast was fully bathed, all of the Wyrms in the sky came descending for a meal that they could smell for miles. The Dream Eater continued to slaughter, but the more blood it drenched itself in, the more beasts came, and eventually overwhelmed it.
Was Vanderhuge, like Mu'Klamal going to paint their blood on the sides of this ship for some kind of beast? No, he had to shake that thought. They were all that is left to fight directly, they were more than expendable.
"Perhaps... It is... It is an alien ship. Myself being alien amongst your people, I know that I require... ah... adaptation when it comes to surviving in the culture and environment," Saveli looked over at the others, more acclimated, technically smarter than himself. The idea of offering something seemed a little embarrassing at this point, but he pressed on. "Engineering can be of the same caliber. As you said, Rok'Veru has a harsh wilderness and environment, perhaps even something in the air. What's helping this alien ship adapt to this environment?"
Only one, with the the Dream Eater of the Nuocr. Mu'Klamal had come to fight this dreaded beast over open sand where his troops were at a clear disadvantage. The beastly construct of old had cut through his lines, bathing itself in fresh blood, but this had been the intent of the cruel Mu'Klamal. For when the beast was fully bathed, all of the Wyrms in the sky came descending for a meal that they could smell for miles. The Dream Eater continued to slaughter, but the more blood it drenched itself in, the more beasts came, and eventually overwhelmed it.
Was Vanderhuge, like Mu'Klamal going to paint their blood on the sides of this ship for some kind of beast? No, he had to shake that thought. They were all that is left to fight directly, they were more than expendable.
"Perhaps... It is... It is an alien ship. Myself being alien amongst your people, I know that I require... ah... adaptation when it comes to surviving in the culture and environment," Saveli looked over at the others, more acclimated, technically smarter than himself. The idea of offering something seemed a little embarrassing at this point, but he pressed on. "Engineering can be of the same caliber. As you said, Rok'Veru has a harsh wilderness and environment, perhaps even something in the air. What's helping this alien ship adapt to this environment?"
