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Number 52 had finished explaining the plan to Soup King Prime, who had approved of the plan.

"Good, now go to the communications center in the next city over and send the new plan out to all of our bases worldwide! If this works, we might finally be able to take the first step to end this war!" Soup King Prime announced to Number 52.

Unbeknownst to them, a raven had been peering into Soup King Prime's office and listening to every aspect of their conversation. As Number 52 walked out the door, the macabre bird spread it's wings and took flight off into the horizon.

Jaquobeain peered out the window of a large tower in Undefinable Revelation's fortress.

"Rhajamaut's raven spirit returns, Lady Blütgrindor!" He announced.

"Good!" Blütgrindor said as she, Rhajamaut, Jaquobeain, Illexander, Carmilla and Reinayari assembled in a circle as the raven flew through the open window and disperesed into glowing embers that Rhajamaut reabsorbed.

"Show us what your raven spirit has found, Rhajamaut!" Blütgrindor gloated.

Rhajamaut conjured a glowing sphere in the middle of the room that the image of Soup King Prime's office and the two machines conversing quickly appeared inside of.

"Good, now go to the communications center in the next city over and send the new plan out to all of our bases worldwide!" The image of Soup King Prime ordered to Number 52.

Blütgrindor erupted into maniacal laughter. "Do they take us for fools? I'd consider letting them give out those orders just so we could mock them by forcing them to watch their plan backfire before their very eyes, but it's time that they learn how futile it is to conspire against us!"

"If this works, we might finally be able to take the first step to end this war!" The image of Soup King Prime announced.

"The first step to the end of this war indeed, Soup King Prime!" Blütgrindor whispered to the sphere with a malicious smile on her face.

Number 52 was traversing the desert between the two cities in a massive armored cargo vehicle, several Shitbot drones were crewing it and everything was going smoothly until the shrieking of tearing metal captured everyone's attention.

They all turned their heads and beheld the sight of a pair of skeletal metallic claws ripping open the side of their vehicle. Blütgrindor and her underlings emerged from the tear and began pouring into the vehicle.

"Bl- Blütgrindor! Undefinables!!!" A Charger Drone yelled as it leapt into a charge towards the invaders.

"DIE SHITBOTS!!!" Blütgrindor roared into the air as she drew her Golden, Chainsaw-like Corrupted Divine Sword, crouched down and slashed straight through the Charger's knees as if they were thin air. As the Charger's body flew out the hole in the side of the vehicle from the momentum of it's charge and was crushed beneath the vehicle's massive wheels, Undefinable Revelation engaged the other Shitbots in combat.

A Soldier Drone stood up from it's chair and fired on them with an automatic rifle only to be dispatched by a blast from Perifonos' Thoron Gun. The other Shitbots crewing the vehicle began firing on Undefinable Revelation, who returned fire with an assortment of launched javelins, axes, swords and daggers. The Shitbots one by one started to fall, a launched axe head from Carmilla found it's way to a Soldier Drone's shoulder, severing it's arm. Then it, the one next to it and Number 52 found their torsos impaled by a barrage of javelins and daggers. Number 52 struggled to stay standing as the two Soldier Drones collapsed and caught fire, but as he was about to take aim, a massive raven soared into his face and knocked him to the ground hard enough to shatter his left eye before dissolving into a cloud of glowing embers.

Blütgrindor stepped forward to the controls of the vehicle as Rhajamaut followed behind her. Number 52 writhed on the floor.

"These Circle Cultists crack easier than eggs! It wouldn't make a difference if they shut themselves down or fought back!" Blütgrindor gloated. "Now, to trap this vehicle so that as soon as it reaches the communications center, it explodes and destroys everything!"

Rhajamaut summoned several spirits that then seeped into the console controlling the vehicle. "It is done, my Lady!" Rhajamaut announced as Blütgrindor changed to her dragon form, grabbed Rhajamaut and flew out through the hole in the side of the vehicle with the other Undefinable Revelation members following her.

"N- n- noooo!" Number 52 shouted as he ran towards the hole.

The eyeless head of Blütgrindor's dragon form lowered down through the hole pointing straight at Number 52.

"You're weakness disgusts me!" Echoed from the mechanical dragon's unmoving head and then, before he could react, the golden, toothy jaws on the front of the dragon's otherwise featureless metallic face sprung open to reveal her Thoron Cannon, a single blast from which instantly decapitated Number 52 with the scorched and shattered remains of his helmet becoming embedded in the ceiling of the vehicle.

At the Circle Cult's communication center, the Vehicle they were awaiting had finally shown up, but instead of stopping at the gate it plowed through it and into the side of the communication center's building. Before anybody could respond, it suddenly burst into a massive explosion that leveled the entire facility.

(I was actually considering making a tier list of all my OC's combat capabilities after the comic, Blütgrindor and most of the other Undefinables would obviously be incredibly high on the list.)

Unknown to the Undefinable Revelation, a thousand watchful eyes studied this action, amused at the brashness of it all.

They showed their hands so well.

"Honestly, I can't believe they thought a raven was a good choice of spy, Number 246."

"A bird? Underground? The foolishness of it all, Number 938."

"And a communication centre? For planetary communication? They must think us as antisocial and backwards as they are, Number 246."

A horrible whining, tearing sound, like some terrible mix of an air-raid siren blended in with twisting steel, came from behind the pair.

Before them stood Number 52, looking much more cheery than anyone who has just been brutally dismembered has any right to.

"Ah, I…see you have recovered."

The quickness in which the elders could reassemble themselves always made Number 938 a little nervous. Surely, he thought, a mind that easily re-forged could not be entirely whole in the first place.

"I die, I live, I die again."

"…Of course."

"So…what have we discovered?"

"Well…they don't know how birds work."

"Excellent, anything else?"

"Their leader appears to be the one they refer to as Blütgrindor?"

"The dragon-lady who shot me in the face?"

"Yes, recordings from the drones seem to indicate that she is gravely wounded; although these injuries seem to be…very old"

"Considering their fluid nature, we can only say that they exist either due to shoddy workmanship or foolish pride."

"I suspect it might be a bit of both, elder."

"Anyone else of import?"

"Yes, one more. Rhajamaut. She appears to be some sort of Technomancer and the one who sent forth the spy bird."

"A spy bird I assume we followed?"

"Of course, Number 52."

"Show me."

The ethereal world of the demolished communication centre, which in reality was just broadcasting Carameldansen on all frequencies known to be used by Kaijin's forces, faded away and was replaced by the floating city of the Undefinable Revelation.

"Is…is that it? It's a circle-damned hovel!"

"It is rather…archaic, isn't it?"

"…Why am I detecting 56 and 82's signatures?"

"Apparently they've been here for sometime…having great fun."

"…Well, at least this is technically helping us."

"They've…er…actually been surprisingly coherent and useful. They have provided us information on two sources of possible allies."

"…Proceed."

"It appears that at sometime in the distant past, there was…a rebellion? Currently, the facts aren't particularly clear as to what happened; but a group of traitors are repeatedly killed and resurrected everyday as a punishment for whatever transgression they carried out."

"Hmm…I imagine they would be more than happy to fill in the blanks if we were to rescue them. Although being Undefinables themselves, we can't expect them to take up arms against the Revelation as a whole; not unless they crossed the line and Kaijin turned against them too."

"Possibly, Number 52. But they will probably be…eager…to repay their hosts for their…hospitality."

"It will be considered. The second?"

"56 and 82 said that there appears to be an entity stalking Blütgrindor."

"Hmm…"

"They said that it wants to appear as a normal female human, but it is not. They say she reeks of vengeance and spite whenever she glimpses even a sight of Blütgrindor."

"Interesting…has she made any attempts on the leader's life yet?"

"56 and 82 have not seen any. They say that Blütgrindor always seems to turn or break line of sight at the very last second. In these moments, she vanishes, they say."

"Well…we'll have to see if we can give this…young lady more opportunities to strike then, won't we?"

"Yes ,elder"

"…Because I won't be able to rest until I know. Do we know how 56 and 82 can just wander around their capital city unimpeded?"

"They said that the Undefinables don't want to see them. They don't want to believe the reality in front of their eyes. Apparently, they all have very strong minds."

"I can certainly believe that."

The ghostly city faded away and the scenery returned to the vast void between realities that the Shitbots used as a secure meeting room.

Predominantly because the rent price was very agreeable; but also because less sophisticated minds tended to turn into spaghetti, both literally and metaphorically, due to exposure to the swirling chaos around them.

"Well, time to leak more information to the enemy."

Number 52 folded his arms behind his back and strolled calmly forward; the world twisting and evaporating as the scene changed to being back to Soup King Prime's office in the church's lower levels.

He was secretly hoping for Rhajamaut to send a spirit fish this time, as he and Prime discussed the locations of super important installations like the spy ring operating out of Kaijin's favourite restaurant or the ammo dump that was unfortunately located close to the Church of Shirley's main water line.

He chuckled to himself

Psy Ops was fun.

(I don't think the Undefinables would rank higher than your other waifus)

(They are all…disfigured sociopaths…after…all…)

(Kaijin! If your own creations are holding you hostage, wink twice and do the Hokey-Pokey!)

(I don't think the Undefinables would rank higher than your other waifus)
(They are all…disfigured sociopaths…after…all…)
(Kaijin! If your own creations are holding you hostage, wink twice and do the Hokey-Pokey!)

(Hence why “combat capabilities” was specified)

(The way you’re describing her, a tier list wouldn’t suffice.)
(You might have to use the Chuck Norris Percentange [CN%] to measure her power level)
(For those unfamiliar, it measures how many chuck norrises a fully powered character would have to fight to be equally matched. For instance, if a given character can defeat 1 chuck Norris, but stalemates against a fully powered and 20% power chuck Norris, their power level is 1.2CN%)
(If they cannot beat chuck Norris, we instead find the minimum power level chuck would have to fight them at. If one at 5% power is all it takes, then that’s 0.05CN%)

(For other measurement options, there’s also the Shaggy Index [SI] or the Gokometer [GM], to name a few.)

(Ugh, power scaling, what a mess!)

(Undefinables are kinda intended as Anti-Shitbot, so any non-Drone Undefinable will more than likely absolutely trash any Shitbots they come across. There will also be some stuff in the comic that puts an end to any inter-dimensional hidey-holes being viable for the Circle Cult. So don't get too used to it!)

(I'm also holding off on doing any more story bits on the Silver Woman until after the comic as Blütgrindor's canon entry into the reality that the main brunt of everything takes place in doesn't occur until after the events of the comic and I intend for the Silver Woman's story to be canon and it contains some bits that would be spoilers for the comic. I might post a design for her if I finish it, though, since it's one of the things I'm trying to get completed so I can focus all my art stuff on the comic. The Silver Woman's story will also serve as an introduction for a much more important character as well.)

>Undefinables are kinda intended as Anti-Shitbot

So…basically…

(I have no idea what Soup King's trying to say, but it's not like Undefinables were a big secret or anything. I mean, you've seen what happens whenever one gets into a fight with literally anything else, right?)

All was normal in Airstrip One, people walked by as they peered into the telescreens and they peered back into them. The Thought Police carried out their arrest quotas as the four Ministries towered over and controlled everything as they had for as long as they permitted people to remember. There were shooting stars in the sky, or perhaps they were simply weapons of war launched at them by the enemy, Eurasia, or perhaps it was Eastasia.

But then, all across the planet, the lights flickered on and off as the telescreens cut to static, radios and trains stopped working until suddenly everything stopped. Everyone turned to the nearest telescreen, awaiting an announcement from Big Brother, but the face that emerged from the static and noise was not Big Brother, nor Emmanuel Goldstein.

A hideous, metallic face with small, mechanical eyes that glowed purple and a mouth filled with tiny, intricate interlocking teeth made from a strange golden metal snarled into the camera and with a demonically destorted voice, it shouted out:

"ATTENTION ALL THOSE WHO DWELL IN THIS PUTRID CORRUPTED WORLD: THIS TWISTED SYSTEM WHICH DICTATES EVERY INDIVIDUAL ROTATION OF THIS ULTIMATELY IRRELEVANT PLANET IS COMING TO AN END IMMEDIATELY." Everyone was frozen in horror at the image on the telescreen.

"FIGHT AS YOU MAY, WE HAVE RAZED COUNTLESS WORLDS INCONCEIVABLY STRONGER THAN THIS ONE TO NOTHING BUT DUST! YOU MAY SURRENDER AND BE WELCOMED INTO A TRULY FREE SOCIETY, OR PERISH PAINFULLY ALONGSIDE YOUR INCOMPETENT ENSLAVERS!"

The image cut off, then on and started repeating as various armored vehicles began amassing around the Ministries to fend off whoever was responsible for this signal intrusion. Suddenly, one of the stars in the sky fell from the heavens and into a plaza in front of one of the Ministries, from the ashes and dust emerged a multitude of massive, metallic tendril-like legs broke through and dust into the ground. As they began pushing upward a massive artillery cannon mounted atop an enormous insect-like body. The cannon turned to the armored vehicles and fired a single round in the middle of their formation, the blast of which flipped the hulking machines through the air and into the streets several blocks away.

As the Party's forces on the other side of the Ministry buildings began to move to engage this bizarre threat, an aircraft which looked like nothing that they had ever seen before descended upon them with impossible speed and released an octet of small, violet lights that flew straight towards the armored vehicles. As soon as they touched the vehicles, the violet lights exploded and burst the vehicles apart as if they were eggs dropped from the carton. The aircraft flipped in the air in an impossible display of agility and as it darted towards the Ministry of Peace, it appeared to crack and peel open as it changed shape from that of an otherworldly aircraft to a large figure vaguely in the shape of a person.

The mechanical figure was at least ten feet tall, covered in silver and dark grey plates of armor and it's face, it's hideous face was the same as the one on the telescreens. Somehow, everyone knew that the invaders were not Eurasains or Eastasian, for once something that not even the Party could control existed and stood at their very own headquarters. The figure swung one of it's inhuman claws down at an armored vehicle that had gotten too close, ripped it from the ground and flung it into another as if it weighed nothing. It turned it's claws into small gun-like devices which fired golden beams of light that melted and cut through everything they touched and began devastating the armed forces that panicked at it's feet.

Once there was nobody left alive around the Ministry buildings, the mechanical figure walked to the sealed doors of the Ministry of Peace and ripped them from their hinges like they were paper. Marching through the building and smashing and demolishing any and every obstacle in it's way, the figure finally found a small group of Inner Party members who shivered in terror in the corner of the room. Staring straight through them, the mechanical figure grabbed the two halves of it's breastplate and began stretching them apart, a sickly green glow radiated all throughout the room and a thick, viscous glowing green fluid spewed from the figure's chest and put a metallic taste in the Inner Party member's mouths just as suddenly as it began melting them to nothing as it began to eat through the floor.

The violence and destruction would continue for months as more metal giants besieged and decimated the powers of the world, soon, nothing remained of the once omnipresent totalitarian states but burnt and smoldering ruins. Then the invaders began constructing new cities, new farms and factories and began telling the survivors of their crusade about things they had been forbidden from ever thinking about before. A few decades later and the world was unrecognizable, where people once marched about tending to whatever task was ordered to them, they were now beholden only to themselves. Metallic spires circled by countless freeways, overpasses and highways flickering with traffic covered the landscape as far as the eye could see. The giants that had initially landed on this world had long since departed for new Hellscapes to conquer, new nightmares to slaughter, but others were occasionally seen streaking through the skies and flying down the streets, keeping watch over the fruits of their labor.

(This bit isn't exactly relevant to much right now, but I wanted to do something with a new Undefinable faction to pass the time, as well as establish what exactly Undefinables do when they're not fighting the Circle Cult.)

The following is a joke and not a complaint as to the way things are going. As long as everyone is having fun, I'm more than happy for things to continue the way they are.

(Sorry, what I was trying to say is that the current metaphysical nonsense is because the Undefinables are such an overwhelming force that I'm basically in the position of:)

"Oh Shit, there's fucking nigh-unstoppable death squads rampaging around the street that no one can deal with."

"I've got to come up with a plan to balance this out or Brother Boi and Olors are going to get squished!"

(So because of that, we've basically been going "A-ha, but what about this?" and "O-Ho, for you see!" for the last few large story fragments.)

(Do you remember when this was about two normalish groups of people having silly banter about which god was better?)

(Now it's a battle of wits between two cosmic horrors with hapless mortals caught in between in a living nightmare where their entire concept of reality buckles and snaps around them.)

(The power creep is real man!)

(The power creep is real!)

(Shit…I feel the need to bless this thread now; for we have surely strayed onto unhallowed ground.)

(Aw, that's better.)

(Hang on a second…why does this remind of something?)

(Uh-oh…)

(I…I feel we may have been judged poorly…)

(Don't worry, the power creep will get much more out of hand, trust me.)

(The resemblance is intentional, he has a tendency to change forms depending on where he was.)

(Also, since the angel is technically a fusion, if he dies he would disassociate in the following way:
1. The wings begin to denature
2. The wings turn into cyclones
3. The cyclones expel its dust outward at a very high speed.
4. Once the cyclones are no more, the core is affected by gravity and falls.
5. The core’s shell begins to melt, revealing the body of the human within.
6. The green goo coating him disappears, leaving behind light.
7. The light dims, with the range shrinking down to his heart until no light is visible at all.)
(At this point, it would seem as though there was no angel after all. It’s just a human being who would also forget everything that happened between his ascension and his return to form.)

(OK, but what if he was grievously injured into a near-death state and became absurdly angry and filled with rage and the overwhelming urge to kill and destroy as a result?)

(Weirdly specific question.)

(Anyways, if that happened, then the process I described wouldn’t occur. Instead, he’d shift from green to red, and grow several times his size. The wings would turn into arms, and after that I’m not sure.)

(…I'll take note of that…)

(So, does anyone have any predictions for where the plot's gonna go?)

Other than Blütgrindor trying to kill 56 and 82, I have no clue.

This is the six hundredth sixty sixth post

The Silver Woman marched down a dark alley as the completely alien noises of the city howled from all around her, a tattered makeshift cloak made covering her cracked and torn armor. As she stepped out into a street a large metallic wheeled machine of some sort roared in front of her as in traversed the street with impossible speed, as quickly as she could turn her head, three massive winged machines screeched overhead after the wheeled machine, flashing red and blue lights as they pursued it.

Stepping further into the middle of the street, the Silver Woman froze and turned to see a massive glowing, moving portrait of some kind suspended from one of the many impossibly tall towers that blocked out the horizon. She was utterly confused at the sight of an oddly dressed and unusually clean man staring at her and talking about the happenings in presumably far away lands she had never heard of before while text that was indecipherable to her danced around the edges of the image. While she was distracted by the strange image, she hadn't the time to react to the rapidly approaching growling sound, the source of which emitted a bright light upon her, which slammed into her with more force than anything she could comprehend.

When she regained her senses, she first thought about how she had endured worse, but then noticed the large dark haired woman clad in some sort of leather material hunched over top of her, shaking her arm and shouting apologies into her face, the Silver Woman then noticed that the lower half of her body did not hurt at all. Summoning all her core strength, the Silver Woman twisted her torso while pulling her legs in the opposite direction, with a deafening snap she could once again feel her legs and slowly began to stand up, her skeleton crackling and popping as she did.

"Oh my God, are you okay? I swear that was an accident, I didn't see yo-" The dark haired woman was cut off.

"Where might one find suitable quarters in this strange place?" The Silver Woman said as she readjusted the dingy and ripped cloth tarp she was using as a cloak, her unusual accent prompting more confusion from the dark haired woman.

"Um, well, uh…" The dark haired woman fumbled and stuttered in confusion.

"How rude of me, allow me to introduce myself!" The Silver Woman announced, misinterpreting the dark haired woman's confusion. "I am Silver, daughter of the High Priestess." She continued as she bowed slightly.

The dark haired woman stood confused. "Ok… I'm Bex." She responded.

…

Speeding over countless bridges and streets suspended above more streets, Silver looked around her in complete confusion at everything around her as she sat behind the dark haired woman on her small wheeled machine. Bex had put on a strange helmet with a glass window on the front of it and seemed unusually disturbed at the idea of Silver not wearing one, witnessing the sheer velocity the odd wheeled machines, evidently some form of transportation that she was beginning to suspect may have driven horses extinct, were capable of, she was considering that she should have perhaps acquired a helmet of some sort, too. For as far as she could see, there was nothing but massive towers that were covered with lights that glowed brighter than fire, above her soared more of the massive winged machines from earlier, evidently also some form of transportation. To her sides were more wheeled machines varying in size, but one stood out to her: An absolutely gigantic one bearing at least ten wheels, some of which appeared to actually be two wheels together. The body of the machine was split in two and connected by some sort of joint she didn't understand, the front portion of the machine was mostly painted a dark green color and the rear portion was a massive reflective metal cylinder with the image of a hawk accompanied by more of the indecipherable text painted on it's side.

"Strange seeing one of those tankers so far from the plant, maybe it's out to restock a gas station?" Bex commented.

A small amount of time later, the two women entered Bex's apartment.

"Here it is, it's a little messy, but you know what they say: _A clean desk is a sign of a sick mind!"_ Bex said with a small chuckle as Silver stared at her silently and stoically.

"L-let me show you your room…" Bex said as she led her new roommate to a small, cramped room with only a small bed in it. Silver looked about and was in confusion.

"How are you illuminating this room without candles?" Silver inquired, only to be met with silence as Bex stared at her only to walk away to the kitchen and begin unpacking food from bags made of some sort of bizarrely rigid paper. Once she was finished, she walked over to a coat hook and began to pull downwards on a small metal tab on the front of her clothes, to Silver's silent bewilderment, this appeared to separate hundreds of small, intricate metal teeth, opening the front of what she finally realized was some sort of coat. Underneath it she was wearing an unusually small and short shirt of some sort over top of some sort of transparent, violet-colored, net-like garment. Around her neck was an unusually tight leather necklace of some sort that bore no ornamentation whatsoever.

"Do you need something?" Said Bex when she noticed Silver staring at her. Her eyes were almost violet, her skin was almost as pale as hers and she was at least one half of a shaku taller than her. Her long and dark hair split and jutted out and away from itself in an almost shaggy manner and concealed her back completely. Silver began to think to herself about how strange this place was, but quickly snapped her mind back to her mission: Vengeance.

(I know I said I was holding off on this story, but I didn't like how the last one just jumped from her showing up in the main world to her actively tracking down Blütgrindor and having an apartment and roommate, etc. so I made this to go in between the two parts. I also wanted to get those two's name out, especially since I finished the art for Silver.)

Silver reminds me a bit of Satsuki Kiryuin from Kill La Kill, I think it's the long, dark hair and facial features.
How about Bex? How's her design going?
And finally, yes, I love their dynamic, hope to see more in the future.

(When Blütgrindor was revived as an Undefinable warlord, she set out to bring her own world to order. Once that was done, she set out to bring other worlds to the same fate as her own. She fought and slaughtered countless other versions of herself and her underlings that still answered to their original names. Eventually, she made her way to realities that gradually came to resemble her home less and less. Silver is from one of these realities, where what there was in common with the other realities is only vaguely familiar. Nonetheless Blütgrindor razed everything to the ground, eviscerating anyone that tried to stand in her way. Even though the people of Silver's world knew more than most about moving between realms, it only delayed their annihilation at the hands of Undefinable Revelation. As far as Silver is convinced, she may very well be the last of her kind. If she can't bring her family and friends back, she can only take her enemies down with her, even if she has to make do with broken arms and armor.)

(Silver is intended to be an alternate Rhajat (Rhajamaut) from an alternate Fire Emblem Fates that opposed to Blütgrindor's was peachy keen with nobody backstabbing each other, Corrin not getting killed, dumped into the ocean and getting turned into a perverted genocide machine, but instead starting a new religion and philosophy that brings her world to peace after winning the war. Blütgrindor, like a black-out drunk airline pilot, then falls from the sky and kills everyone before they can even figure out what was happening.)

(Bex's design will come later…)

(…Or right now, lol. I've been sitting on this one for a while!)

(Her height is 6'1" since I didn't put it on the image. The smaller one is her motorcycle outfit, I sized it for the height charts, which is why it's smaller.)

(Well, due to the rules of Chekov's Gun, we already know how it's going to end.)

(There's a folding chair in my armoury with your name on it, sonny-Jim.)

I forgot I called that picture Chairs of Wrath and my laughter has caused me to have a coughing fit.

You win this one, gadget!

Holy friggin' mother of thicc…. Although, I would have liked her more if she was smaller.
I suppouse Bex isn't a normal human either.

(What's that? Silver is in the market for some technology-based necromancy of a questionably hallowed nature?)

(I may know of just the gaggle of erratically competent, circle-worshipping god-machines (& co), who could help her out with that.)

(Also the planned, probably unwanted, rescue mission gives Blütgrindor a reason to come poking her nose around the main world.)

(That's right lads!)

(It's…)

Dons his Gasmask

(Enthusiastic indistinct mumbling)

The squad stood ready outside the portal that banished Slopper Kaijin to the Shadow Realm.

Surrounding them was a teeming swarm of Compact Drones that would be doing most of the heavy work during this smash and grab operation.

MCC strolled smartly in front of the assembled Soldier Drones that would be accompanying him through the breach, making sure that both they and their weapons were fully charged.

They would only have one chance to pull this off so cheaply. Any future attempts would come with a much higher cost.

After all, who has their primary defensive systems pointed inwards? Especially at an area where some of your best warriors are already assembled and ready for combat.

With a sharp clack, MCC snapped his heals together and turned to face the assembled strike force.

"Righty-O chaps, here's the score!"

"Reviewing all footage, both public and private, captured of the Undefinable Revelation's actions here on this world, we have identified a group of possible defectors who could provide us with critical information on their origins, organisational structure and possible weaknesses we can exploit at a future date."

"The leader of this group goes by the name of Hinokaizen and she will be Priority One on this mission."

"All other incarcerated members of her faction are to be captured and returned here for questioning; but without Hinokaizen, such acquirements will more than likely be fruitless."

"As such, capture of the leader is of paramount importance!"

"We must acquire Hinokaizen at all cost. Rember Hinokaizen."

With that, MMC took his place at the front of the invasion force and waited for Number 52 to signal for the technicians to activate 56's and 82's Hell Portal

"You two really are pathetic, aren't you?"

The garishly coloured Undefinable and her diminutive companion laughed at the traitorous couple as they laid sprawled before them on the floor.

They decided to merely incapacitate them this time, so they could give them a chance to appreciate the crowd that had gathered here to watch them today.

After all, they usually died so quickly that they simply must not know how the crowd adored this spectacle.

"Well, I think that's enough for now. Don't you think so, my charming little friend?"

"Of course, we don't want to overwhelm the poor things now, do we?"

With a silence more deafening than any explosion could have ever possibly been, a swirling multi-coloured vortex opened before them.

The Undefinable warriors wanted to scream out an alarm.

They wanted to order the crowd to take up arms and join them in the arena.

They wanted to.

What actually came out of their mouths was a terrifying combination of a gargle and a scream as the plasma throwers of the invading shitbots turned their heads and upper torsos into molten slag.

The traitorous couple had a slight smile on their faces upon hearing this, as they felt the tiny claws of the Compact Drones lifting them up and beginning the process of dragging them through the portal.

Truly, somewhere out there, a deity had heard their silent pleas and sent their angels to rescue them.

Whether they were going to Heaven or Hell did not concern them all that much.

For now, they could finally rest.

MCC stood in a small clearing of the arena now bustling full of squealing Compact Drones and the swift advancement of squads of Soldier Drones.

He bowed low before addressing the assembled crowd.

"Howdy-Ho!"

"We are here today on behalf of the RSPCA on a rescue mission."

"Concerned citizens have told us of how awfully you've been treating your pets, so we will be taking them back with us for their own safety. By force, if necessary."

"As you can all plainly see, we are not mucking around today, as your two smouldering friends down there will be able to attest to once you've repaired them."

"Don't be stupid. Do not interfere. You can all get back to doing whatever important things you were doing soon enough."

MMC then levelled his plasma thrower at the crowd and kept it pointed at them as he dashed through one of the doorways into the arena's holding pens.

In amidst the chittering hordes of Compact Drones and the grim, unified lock-step of the Soldier Drones, MCC looked positively alive and as far away from a machine as an artificial creature could possibly get.

Already in such a short time, the Compact Drones had already broke a number of other traitors out of their cells and were leading the co-operative ones back to the portal and carrying the ones that were less so.

MCC holstered his plasma thrower to better sprint, clamber and scuttle through the hallways of the prison where the traitors were sequestered.

The horde had already seen off most of the guards and captured all of the prisoners in their care.

Undoubtedly, they were retreating back to defend the actually important and dangerous prisoners.

MCC paused to listen to the noises taking place around him.

Within these thick stone walls, the shrill whine of the plasma throwers cut through the air like the mournful wails of a Banshee howling over the slightly fainter sounds of tearing metal and the dull thumps of Undefinable energy weapons.

MCC gave a hearty chuckle that was unheard in the cacophonous maelstrom surrounding him and charged off in the direction of the sound of the greatest fighting.

"We need more reinforcements! Now!"

"Sire, there are no more reinforcements!"

The warden of the prison was on the verge of panic.

They had been caught off guard by the sudden assault and were now in the danger of being surrounded.

Only their sense of honour and duty, as well as their fear of reprisal, kept them from fleeing.

This is not what the higher-ups had told them about the "Shitbot" threat.

"Weak" they had said. "Bodies unsuited to combat, little better than the average human" he had been told.

The descriptions he had been given did not describe the mechanical monsters now bearing down on him and his steadily dwindling forces.

The first kind were of little issue, being diminutive in stature and somewhat clumsy. It seemed their entire purpose was to block routes of manoeuvre and be as big of a nuisance as they possibly could.

They were cutting those ones down in droves.

The second kind was what was driving them ever closer to the jaws of defeat.

They were machines of war.

A fact as simple as it was terrifying.

Every single one of them was painted a deep crimson and were about as tall as the average Undefinable at 7".

They were armed with what the warden could only assume was some hellish contraption powered by damned souls that screamed as it's incandescent stream burned and scoured all in its path.

In almost direct contrast, their operators were completely devoid of life.

In place of warcrys and battleshouts, there were only cold, crisp situation reports.

They moved in unison, each one remaining in constant lock-step with the others whilst advancing, and carried out combat manoeuvres with perfect mechanical precision.

The most disturbing thing, to the warden at least, was their eyes.

In the place of what would have been the pupil in the eye of a biological creature, they had a small red light that pierced the soul with an incredible sense of malice and dread.

They didn't even die, not really. When slain, they just toppled over.

There were no screams. No death rattles. They barely even stumbled.

Just stared at you with those hateful, dead eyes.

Even when the light in them died, the warden could still feel them glaring at him.

And there were so many of them now…

"Sire! They've blocked off the Eastern Passage! We're surrounded!"

"Damn it! I need you t-"

A demonic screech wailed through the air as one of many plasma throwers fired off in a carefully executed volley tore down the last remainder of the guards around the warden.

As the molten remnants of his subordinate's chest was cooling down upon his armour, the warden bellowed out a scream of primal rage and launched himself at the nearest Soldier Drone.

He hammered away at the machine, whose only response was to utter "Engaged" in a monotonous tone and emotionlessly block the wardens wild strikes with it's plasma thrower.

Eventually, the plasma thrower succumbed to this relentless assault and snapped in two, leading the sword to cleave it's way deep into the Soldier Drone's chest.

The victorious exaltation of the warden was cut short when the stricken machine grabbed firmly a hold of his sword arm, pulled him closer and said in it's cold, dead voice:

"Martyrdom Optimal."

Overpowered by a sense of impending doom, the ice in the warden's heart grew in intensity at the same rate as the glow in the machine's eyes.

Suddenly, there was an explosion which launched the warden violently into the wall behind him, knocking him senseless.

In the mists of his fading consciousness, he thought he heard a gentle chuckling and the snap-snap-snap of metal feet striding across stone.

Just before everything went black, he thought he could just hear a person say in a cheerful voice.

"Ah, Ms Hinokaizen, I presume?"

The chamber that Hinokaizen found herself in had what she could only think of as blasphemous images on the walls.

The image of the Circle Cultists she knew, but there were other symbols here. Some that she knew, but a lot more that she didn't.

She had the strong feeling that she didn't want to know.

"Enjoying the scenery?"

Hinokaizen was still dazed by her mistreatment at the hands of her…kin and the explosion that had freed her from the pit that she was thrown in.

Still, despite this, she recognised this as being the voice of the machine that had "rescued" her.

It was somewhere in the shadows at the edge of the chamber, along with a number of others skulking about in its depths.

"Hah, if you've come to convert me to your oh-so-wonderful god, you will be sorely disappointed, scum."

"Please calm down, Ms Hinokaizen. You are safe now. Those symbols on the wall makes this so, in more ways than you can probably understand."

"You think me lesser than you? You think I need protecting, like some pathetic damsel in distress?"

"My apologies, Ms Hinokaizen. After all, you were doing so well before we came."

"Listen here, you disgusting piece of fi-"

Hinokaizen was cut off by the sudden appearance of a figure stepping into the light in front of her.

It looked exactly like the machine that had "saved" her, except that it had "52" painted onto its helmet instead of "MCC".

It slowly approached her, arms held wide in a welcoming stance and it seemed to emanate an aura of predatory friendliness.

"Ah, Hinokaizen! Dearest of all my friends. How are you?"

"Cease your charade, machine. We are far from being friends."

"Oh, are you so sure? Is not the enemy of my enemy my friend?"

"Sayings are just that, snake. Sayings."

"But there is a reason they are said in the first place, no?"

Hinokaizen thrashed her broken limbs and snarled at the machine.

"Kill me or release me. This meaningless prattle is far beneath a person of my stature."

Number 52 clutched his hands over where a human would have their heart and dramatically shrunk back.

In her limited dealings with these beings, Hinokaizen found it was impossible to tell where the mockery ended and where the sincerity began.

"Oh, how can you say such awful things!? Where has this hostility come from!?"

"Well friends don't normally leave you broken and shackled on the floor, do they?"

"But of course, how foolish of me!, Let us rectify this, shall we?"

From all around them, a strange chant began to rise up and the symbols began to glow faintly.

It was a strange song, discordant in its melody. A blend of dark and light tongues snaking together to become…something else.

It rose steadily higher and higher. The sound bounced around Hinokaizen's skull and seemed to crash down upon her like a tidal wave. Sweeping her up and dashing her against herself.

She rose her hands to cover her ears and screamed loudly as she tucked her legs underneath her to lie in the foetal position.

She…she rose her hands…

Her human hands…

Suddenly, the world fell away from Hinokaizen as she came to the realisation that this was the first time she had taken this form in…well, what seemed like forever.

It felt strange, like returning to a childhood home after decades of absence, remembering all the small things that had been lost to the depths of time.

With a wave of his hands, the chanting slowly ceased, leaving Number 52 and Hinokaizen in a thoughtful silence.

"I…I dared not to think such a thing…such a thing was possible. How?"

"There is nothing that cannot be undone with the right knowledge and the right tools."

"What…what do you want from us? From me?"

Number 52 wandered over and sat down beside Hinokaizen, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt in comfort the shaken woman.

He gave the appearance of giving this question some great thought before speaking gently.

"Look, I am not asking you to join us, although you and all your friends are perfectly free to do so if you wish."

"I am also not asking you to take up arms against your kin. You have fought them, and fought them valiantly, for a very long time. If anyone deserves a rest, it is you."

"No, what I am asking you for is your story. How you came to be as you are? Who is in charge of what? What is your purpose here?"

"You know, general things. If you, or any of your friends, don't want to discuss something, then that's fine. Anything you can tell us would be greatly appreciated."

"So, what do you say? Does that sound fair?"

Overwhelmed by the events playing out before her, Hinokaizen meekly nodded her head.

"Good…good."

"Tell you what, we'll get your friends back into shape and get you something to eat."

"You've all had a hard day, so we'll make sure you all get comfortable and have some rest."

"We can discuss all of this later, when you are ready."

Death on High!

Perifonos and Laslinigow had just finished eviscerating their opponents in the arena when a bright light formed behind them, turning to discover that it was portal opened by the Circle Cultists that was releasing swarms of Shitbots into the arena, they quickly moved to counter the attack and began shooting and slashing the invaders as the crowd, mainly composed of the original member's descendants, began to flee for safety as Undefinable Revelation's own drones arrived to join the fight.

"How rude! Have they not the manners to simply wait until the next round to challenge us?" Laslinigow quipped.

"Yay! More violence!" Perifonos cheered as she slaughtered roughly fifteen Soldier Drones nigh-effortlessly.

Suddenly the ground began to shake as the sand beneath the Shitbots started to give way and reveal a black void beneath their feet, from which massive clawed mechanical arms appeared that dragged them beneath to oblivion.

"So that's what it takes for her to wake up!" Chuckled Laslinigow as he kicked a Compact Drone that had narrowly avoided being dragged down back into the hole in the ground.

"I don't understand how she can just sleep through all these wonderful fights we have up here!" Perifonos replied as she recalled Laslinigow back inside her breastplate and took to her Warhorse form. "Time to go!" She said as she leapt from the arena onto the now-empty audience seating area.

Suddenly the shaking got more severe until the entire floor of the arena collapsed into the dark pit below. All of the Shitbots that had entered the arena were sucked down with the sand they were standing on into oblivion. Perifonos reared in excitement at the sight of the portal closing, only to stare in dismay at more of them opening elsewhere. Noticing a Shitbot Flier Drone, she quickly jumped down into the pit to avoid being hit by it's attacks. As Perifonos and Laslinigow descended into the darkness, a massive mechanical claw emerged and caught them, carrying them down.

…

Blütgrindor sat in her palace, with Rhajat on her lap, Jaquobeain at her side heeding her every beck and call and absolutely nothing going awry. The sound of a massive pair of wings flapping and the thud of Reinayari landing before her interrupted the quiet scene.

"Milady, we are under attack!" Reinayari exclaimed, spears in hand.

"REPUGNANT!" Blütgrindor shouted as she stood from her chair and entered her Undefinable form. "Let us slaughter these-" She was cut off.

"Important notification, Lady Blütgrindor. You are needed at the Silent Reactor." Called Azuraikantria from the reactor control room deep underground over their private communication system. "The Circle Cultist's portal technology is causing worrisome fluctuations in the Silent Reactor."

"Bastards! They'll kill us all with their idiocy! To the skies! We shall introduce these zealots to oblivion!" Blütgrindor announced.

"They are amassing on the palace and the royal plaza, I suggest we start our purge there first, milady." Jaquobeain said.

"Very well, if it's war they want, it's genocide they'll get!" Blütgrindor exclaimed as she and her underlings exited the room and walked out onto a balcony overlooking one of the palace's courtyards. Extending their weapons, they leaped down to attack the Shitbot Drones that had were busy engaging the palace's guards.

…

Carmilla, Velka and Seleverena were bathing peacefully and quietly, not even the faint noises coming from outside the baths disturbed them. The only ones besides them that ever entered the baths were the faceless Undefinable Drones charged with guarding and maintaining them. Even though everyone had their own private baths now and the baths had fallen into disuse, Carmilla and her retainers still came to it in their spare time to reminisce about their time among the living, when it was impossible to think that such things could ever be replaced. Besides, the abandoned state of the baths provided a certain eerily peaceful aura to it's waters that Carmilla found oddly beautiful, that is, until a massive wyvern bearing the Ace of Spades emblazoned on it's wings crashed into the waters before them.

The trio quickly sought to cover themselves as Seleverena launched a barrage of furious accusations at her son as he hastily changed to his Undefinable form in order to explain himself. "The Circle Cultists are invading us!" Percius shouted, as all four of them fell silent.

"Then turn around!" Seleverena ordered Percius, who quickly obliged as they leapt from the pool to get dressed.

A few moments later, Carmilla, Velka and Percius all took flight and began soaring over the baths in Wyvern form with Seleverena in cube form safely stowed away beneath Carmilla's armor.

"We have to clear the skies of their fliers! Prepare for battle!" Carmilla announced as the three wyverns moved to attack a group of Shitbot Flier Drones that were besieging Blütgrindor's palace.

…

In the quiet and echoing Mess Halls sat Euphemia and Silazalious, the former a knight renowned for her brute strength, the latter a knight acclaimed for his boundless loyalty to Blütgrindor and their cause. A few tables away sat a younger crowd, many of which bearing full heads of blood-red hair, stooped over a bare table in sheer boredom.

"I can't stand this!" Moaned Ninaponineroza, one of Blütgrindor's offspring, as she slumped further and further onto her husband, D'Forrestallius', shoulder.

"You say that every day!" Whined Solielitona, another one of Blütgrindor's daughters, as she struggled to maintain her constant smile, the corners of her lips twitching in an attempt to contort her entire face into a portrait of weariness and lethargy. "Y-you just need to smile! R-right, honey?" She continued as she looked over to her husband, Ignautilauss, only to find that his attempt to remain positive through constantly smiling as per her advice had deteriorated into his face being stuck in a pained grimace of agony.

The snoring of Dwyrion, the son of Blütgrindor and her butler, had become almost deafening. It had taken it's usual progression from quiet breathing, to the scraping and snarling of the back of his throat, but this time it had gone on for so long that it resembled agonized screaming more than it did snoring. Sofiabellikant, his wife and bodyguard, sat beside him, unwitting to the world around her as her mind had drifted to distant battlefields of the millennia past. When it became evident that the burning glares of Ninaponineroza, D'Forrestallius and Solielitona were going completely undetected, Ninaponineroza looked down onto the table to find something to throw at the catatonic couple. Remembering that they didn't order anything whatsoever, hence the barren and blank table, she resigned herself to sighing in misery until a loud noise was heard from the room above and the ceiling gave way as a towering olive green machine bearing thin red stripes and checkerboard patterns across it's limbs and torso crashed down into the floor in front of them.

"WAR!!!" The two half-sisters shouted as the smiles returned to their faces. Ignautilauss regained the ability to move his face and joined in on the counterattack on their towering assailant.

Euphemia and Silazalious dug their way out of the rubble with Euphemia effortlessly throwing the massive sections of broken balconies as if the were weightless. Tunneling their way into an adjacent hallway, the couple found themselves surrounded by the chaos of battle with Shitbot Drones and Undefinable Drones locked in combat.

Dwyrion slowly peeled his eyes open to find himself laying upon a pile of rubble, looking around he saw his wife, half-sisters and their husbands fighting what was evidently a Shitbot Brawler Drone of the Circle Cult. As Ninaponineroza was slung by the Shitbot Brawler, she hit the ground and slid to her half-brother's feet. Noticing him hastily repairing the fresh cracks in her armor, she opted to congratulate him on finally awakening.

"So, you finally decided to wake up and help us instead of being a worthless lazy bastard!" She grunted as she resumed firing upon the nine-foot-tall war machine that fell through the ceiling.

Dwyrion let out an agonized sigh. "You're beginning to sound like my father, the last thing anyone needs is two of him!" He said as he finished healing his half-sister and trained his staff on the giant before them. "I have a plan."

"If it involves going back to sleep, I'm using you as a shield!" Ninaponineroza barked as a beam of light shot out from Dwyrion's staff and hit the Shitbot Brawler Drone. The hulking machine froze and locked up, but remained functional despite being immobilized. "Fire upon the floor around it!" Dwyrion ordered.

The women began blasting the floor out from beneath the Shitbot's feet as Ignautilauss extended his a mace from one arm and a hammer from the other and began pounding the ground, causing the balcony upon which the paralyzed war machine stood to buckle and begin crumbling until it the whole floor began to tilt down and the debris from the floors above began to slide towards the edge.

"And now for the part of my plan where we run!" Dwyrion exclaimed as he entered his horse form, covered in armor and ornamentation fit for a proficient strategist as Sofiabellikant, Ninaponineroza and D'Forrestallius switched to their horse forms. Solielitona folded herself into a cube and slid neatly underneath Ignautilauss' breastplate, which slammed shut as he climbed atop D'Forrestallius and into the saddle. The group bolted out of the room with unprecedented speed as the floor finally gave way and the Shitbot Brawler Drone dropped into the center of the atrium, hitting itself on the edge of every subsequent floor on the way down.

Clear of the danger for now, the group stopped for a moment and returned to their Undefinable forms to try and scheme as to how to handle their newfound predicament.

…

Leonidius, a dark prince known for his extreme intellect of the eldritch and the younger step-brother of Blütgrindor, searches through the Archives for the information he needs for one of his deadly projects as his wife, a shadowy assassin known as Mozurekth alerts him to the chaos unfolding outside.

"I've been preparing for this for eons now!" Announced Leonidius as he replaced the ancient tome he was reading back onto it's place on the shelf. "These insipid machine zealots know not who they trifle with!"

Rearranging his components into the form a horse covered in black and gold armor emblazoned with macabre grimacing faces, he prepared to execute his contingency.

"Climb onto my saddle, Mozurekth, we're returning to my laboratory!" He said calmly as the Undefinable assassin flipped through the air and onto his back. Galloping down the halls of the archives, they came to the site of a massive battle taking place in the upper floors of the Archives.

"As anticipated." Leonidius stated flatly as he returned to his Undefinable form and extended a massive and heavily customized energy cannon from his arm. "It appears we'll have to clear our fortress of these heathens before we can accomplish anything."

…

Owaidin, Nyxious and Ophylion, a family of sorcerers in service to Blütgrindor, were working anxiously in their laboratory when the Circle Cult launched it's attack.

"YOU DARE ASSAIL A TRIO OF CHOSEN HEROES!!!" Owaidin exclaimed theatrically at the small group of Shitbot Soldier Drones that had wandered into their lab as he fired numerous energy weapons at them.

"BEHOLD!!! OUR INNER DARKNESS!!!" Ophylion, the daughter of the other two sorcerers, echoed as she proceeded to obliterate the attacking group of Shitbots with a single blast from an energy weapon that would have been overkill for a group ten times the size of the one that was attacking them.

"If you two are finished, I believe that they're advancing on the armories and storage areas to our immediate North!" Nyxious, the only one of the trio talking at a volume below 165 decibels said as she finished off the one and only Shitbot Soldier Drone that had evaded Ophylion's attack.

"THOSE DASTARDS!!! THEIR VILLAINY MAKES MY BLOOD ACHE!!! LET US CLEANSE THE WORLD OF THEIR EVIL AND TAKE BACK OUR STORED GOODS!!!" Owaidin shouted as he stood with his hand in front of his face and his fingers outstretched.

His daughter pointed her finger straight up in the air and began shouting in a similar manner. "BEWARE EVILDOERS!!! WE WILL TAKE TO THE STREETS TO SPREAD THE POWER OF THE CHOSEN HEROES: OPHYLION THE DUSKBRINGER AND HER FATHER, OWAIDIN THE DARKLORD!!!"

Nyxious merely stayed silent as they walked down the corridors of the laboratories. Her husband and daughter's extravagant personalities were a day to day affair, but the heat of battle always brought them out in full force.

…

Nialeroz was passing the time in the Recreation Area, where he sat in cannon form. After staying still for what felt like centuries, he suddenly fired and hit just an inch shy of the bullseye on the target he was aiming at.

"DAMMIT!" He shouted as he unfurled into Undefinable form.

"Ok, you've had your try, now watch how a real highwayman shoots." Shuraekaal said as he curled into cannon form and fired a three round burst at another target, each shot hitting the bullseye with the third one shattering the target and penetrating the wall behind it.

"I must be sick or something!" Nialeroz exclaimed.

"I think you're bored, too bored! We've been cooped up in this fortress for too long, we need some heads to blow holes through!" Shuraekaal said.

Just as Shuraekaal's words had finished echoing through the quiet halls of the recreation area, a massive portal opened across the room from them and Shitbot Drones began emerging from it. The two drew their weapons and fired upon the invaders until the portal closed a few moments later.

"Damn! I've gotta get to the Drone Factory! They're gonna target it if they find it!" Shuraekaal shouted as he leaped into cannon form and sped off towards the Fortress' Drone Factory.

"I gotta get out of here and find better ground!" Nialeroz said as hit shifted into cannon form and began driving down the halls of the Recreation Area.

…

Elysium and Shiagesetsuna were walking through the West Gardens when suddenly, several explosions were heard and Shitbot Drones were everywhere, fighting with Undefinable drones.

"Oh no! We have to do something!" Elysium said as she extended her Thoron Gun from her arm and took cover behind a tree.

"D'oh! I messed something up, didn't I?" Shiagesetsuna said as she flopped face-first into a large jug in an attempt to seek cover.

"We need to handle these cultists and find Bennidas! I can't leave him alone at a time like this!" Elysium said as she began firing on the Circle Cultists.

"Ok. Go find your husband, I'll stay right here until somebody needs me…" Shiagesetsuna said from inside the jug, initially she was seeking cover to return fire from, but now, she was stuck.

"Again?" Elysium said as she noticed her comrade's predicament and opted to knock the vase over, shattering it and spilling Shiagesetsuna onto the floor.

"Thank you." Shiagesetsuna said laying face-down on the ground.

"We've got to go!" Elysium shouted as she converted into the form of a black pegasus covered in black and gold armor. Shiagesetsuna stumbled back to her feet and climbed onto Elysium's saddle, only to slip as she took off and become stuck swinging from her ankles by the stirrups until Elysium flipped in the air, replacing the clumsy archer onto the saddle. The two took off through the sky and over the expanse of towers and plazas that made up the fortress.

…

Bennidas was sitting peacefully in the forest that was constructed in the southwest portion of the fortress. He liked it here, it was quiet, calm, peaceful, or at least it was until a Shitbot Charger Drone barreled through several trees and nearly into the Undefinable knight as he sat on a tree stump. Quickly standing to his feet, Bennidas grabbed the Shitbot, which he towered over, as flung it into the ground. Extending a spear from his arm and plunging it into the machine's head, ending it.

Bennidas sighed and proceeded to march north towards the arena, where he hoped to find either some brief respite from the apparent invasion or someone who could help him push back the attackers.

…

Illexander, a renowned crown prince and older step-brother of Blütgrindor, and his wife, Charlottain were standing atop of the Spire, a massive tower that rose above almost everything else in the fortress, and gazing out into the sky above the fortress. It was always either twilight, a dreary and morbid overcast or night in the strange realm the fortress inhabited, today the golden glow of the sun descending below the horizon painted the clouds a brilliant orange. Yet neither of them had ever been able to notice a sun in this sky, not once in the uncountable billions of years that they had spent here had they ever seen the sun rise over the fortress.

But those thought disappeared the instant the bright flash of numerous portals opening on the ground thousands of feet beneath them caught their attention. Noticing something flying up to their balcony, Illexander readied the energy cannon on his shoulder and blasted the object, revealing it to be a Shitbot Flier Drone that spiraled into the air trailing fire until it exploded.

"Hmph, they think that we'll stand for this?" Illexander said as Charlottain turned to her Undefinable form and folded herself into a cube that leapt into Illexander's palm.

"We'll simply have to drive them out!" He announced as he stuff Charlottain's cube form into her slot underneath his chestplate and marched towards the elevator.

…

Orochillieth and Hayataiho stood guard in the prison, in the corner of the room behind them sat a large mass of metallic parts vaguely resembling a person. This creature huddled in the shadows and chuckled to itself, occasionally slamming it's massive fists into the ground. Orochillieth had occasionally tried to teach it to speak, or do anything besides act like a base, feral animal. But for all her efforts, nothing would materialize and it would simply wander about the room and slam it's fists on the floor. This hideous regression of humanity was evidently one of Blütgrindor's offspring from it's blood-red hair, but as to how or why anyone could be born like this was beyond her. Still it was their job to take care of it, or more so keep it from bothering anyone in addition to making sure that the traitors stay put until needed elsewhere. Besides, sometimes it came in handy when one of the traitors refuses to cooperate. They simply send it into their cell and watch as it begins beating them as close to death as someone who cannot die can be beaten to as it went into an animalistic rage. They knew of the events going on outside, but the prison was safe, they had their orders, they stayed put, not letting anything through.

…

In the northeast corner of the fortress a small squad of Shitbots managed to slip past the defending Undefinable Drones and found themselves before a massive sealed door labeled "AGONY." Unsealing the door and walking inside, they were surrounded by shadows, one of the attempted to turn on a flashlight, but as soon as they did, they disappeared with the flashlight dropping to the ground and rolling in place. One by one the Shitbots disappeared in the dark until only one remained. Picking up the flashlight, it noticed a pair of inhuman eyes high above him peering straight through him, he moved to shine the flashlight on it, but all he saw nothing but a brief flash of teeth as his head was ripped from his shoulders and crushed by something abominable.

From the ajar door crept something hideous. It slithered unseen into a floor vent, free to roam the fortress as it pleased.

(OK, I had a lot more planned for this, but I'm just gonna focus a bit more on Perifonos and Laslinigow before focusing entirely on Blütgrindor's group. There's more to come.)

• >"Holy friggin' mother of thicc…."

• >"Although, I would have liked her more if she was smaller."

• >MFW Soup King thinks the Shitbot's invasion of Blütgrindor's pocket dimension fortress, Death On High, isn't going to turn into the Circle Cult's equivalent Vietnam.

Soup King Prime sat in his office, updating the personnel records to include Ms Hinokaizen and her followers on the current rosters.

He sighed.

Ever since the Undefinables had arrived, things had become a lot more violent and difficult around here.

He hadn't been able to egg any of Kaijin's jets for weeks now!

Hopefully their new guests would be able to fill in the gaps in their knowledge and allow them someway to bypass them.

Kaijin was in all likelihood actually getting some work done for once, and this is simply unacceptable!

In the quiet of his office, he distinctly heard the soft, dreadful "whoompfh" of the Hell Portal opening and closing.

"Hmm, we finished the operation hours ago, why is that thing still operating?"

Curious, Soup King Prime left his office and made his way over to the main hall, just in time to see Number 96 pulling the lever and shutting down the portal again.

"Number 96? What are you doing with the portal?"

"Oh…hello Prime. The warehouse we use to store the Combat Drones was overflowing again, so I was throwing the oldest models out."

"Do you normally march them through the portal?"

"Yeah, Brother Boi does it all the time when it comes to throwing things away. He tells me you told him it was fine."

"Does he now? I'll have to speak to him later. Out of interest, do you know where that's currently set to?"

"Nope, probably the last used destination."

"So…that would be the Undefinable Revelations main base of operations?"

"…That's bad, isn't it."

"It's far beyond bad, Number 96."

"Mierda!"

"Oh dear, it seems Brother Boi has been teaching you more than just bad habits."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, there's no need to panic yet. Let's just listen in on one of the bugs we left behind during our last trip and see how things are going. We might not need to worry yet."

Prime flicked a switch on the portal's control console and the sounds recorded by the bug began to blast through the hall's speaker system.

"…"

"…"

"Why…why are the Compact Drones singing the national anthem of Chad, Prime?"

"I…I think the better question is why it sounds like things are going well, Number 96."

"…"

"…"

"I'd better call Kaijin and try to smooth things out before things get too out of hand."

They suddenly heard the sharp snaps of metal feet hammering on stone rapidly approaching them from behind and turned to see Number 52 hurrying towards them.

"Ah, Number 52. More news from our new friends?"

"Yes. Specifically about the leader of Undefinable Revelation, Blütgrindor."

"She's a real monster from I've gathered so far. Is there more?"

"A murderer, a marauder, this was known. A kicker of puppies, this was not."

"By the Circle!"

"There's more. Whilst we were aware of her actions, we were not aware of the sheer scale of them. She has purged a galaxies worth of people in her blasphemous crusades and destroyed civilisations beyond count."

"Have you informed Kaijin? As one of his subordinates, he must surely be able to quell or limit her in some regards?"

"He knows…and he does not care."

"…I see."

Soup King Prime folded his arms behind his back and walked a few steps away from the other two.

In the quiet stillness of the church, he spent a few minutes staring intently at the portal before seemingly coming to a difficult conclusion.

Turning back to 52 and 96, he spoke sombrely.

"Gentlemen. It appears we have a rabid dog on our hands. And if the owner is not willing to deal with the problem, then we have no choice but to act ourselves for the safety of everyone."

"Get everyone, and I do mean everyone, here immediately. We have no choice now but to go to war."

A force of thousands of Combat Drones lined the streets outside the Church of the Undeserving Circle, with the Shitbots surrounding a hastily constructed platform.

Around them, heavy defences were being built in order to defend from any counter-attacks approaching in either direction. Reconnaissance teams belonging to Kaijin had been spotted observing them, but no direct action had been taken as of yet.

Upon the platform, Soup King Prime addressed the masses below.

"Holy warriors of the Circle!"

"A demon of hate besieges this world. A monstrous beast that scours the land in flames and leaves nothing but ruin in her wake!"

”My Armour is Compassion”

The roar of the crowd died down just in time for Prime's hearty chuckle to swallow up the resulting silence.

"My, my, my. Look at how keen you all are, and I haven't even finished telling you about our cause yet."

"Yes, I speak of the Arch-Fiend, Blütgrindor, and the gutless lackeys that follow her on her path to damnation."

"Now, as you all know, war is a terrible thing and open conflict should be avoided at all cost."

”My Shield is Tolerance”

This time, the gap between the roaring crowd and the well of silence behind it was met by Prime's applause.

"Oh my! It does this old heart good to see such enthusiasm in the younger generations, it really does."

"Let it be known that this was not the path we chose."

"Those who had the power to stop this chose to ignore the problem. Perhaps that arrogance has cost them whatever little control they once had?"

"Such things do not matter now."

"This world, our home, is in terrible danger; and it is up to us now to save it."

"Many of you will die, but that is the sacrifice that duty demands of us."

”My Sword is Love”

This time, Prime let the roar die down on it's own; with it's echo being carried to every corner of this part of the city.

"I am proud of each and everyone of you who stands before me today."

"Before we commence this most righteous of policing actions, I want you to know who will be guiding you through this perilous journey."

Prime raised his hands and Brother Boi, Brother Olors, MCC, Number 52 and the Intern all moved into view of the crowd, being greeted with a riotous cheer as they did so.

Prime gestured for silence and the noise soon returned to a heavy background thrumming.

"Leading you on the field of honour will be MCC. He has lead many combat operations of sizes such as this and larger. You can be assured that under his steely gaze, the enemy will wither away like the flowers of spring before your combined might."

"In overall strategic command, we have Number 52. His genius has ended many a battle before it has begun and with his cunning, we will have the enemy so confused that they will never feel safe until our victory flag flies proudly upon their battlements."

"Brother Olors will be attending to all of your spiritual needs for the duration of this conflict, as Number 15 will be bravely taking the fight to the Arch-Fiend herself. Fret not, for the Circle will surely bring victory to the righteous, and is there none more righteous than he?"

"And what is an army without logistics, if not an unsightly riot? I will be making sure that you are well-equipped for the task at hand and that you shall not go wanting for anything. The Intern will be acting as my steadfast adjutant during these trying times."

"Last, and by no means least, we have Brother Boi. Brother Boi will be assisting all of us in our endeavours, going wherever the need for a loyal, dependable, helper is needed most and making sure we are all aware of the others needs."

"Have you anything else to say, Sons and Daughters of the Circle?"

”In the name of peace and love, let none survive.”

With a thunderous booming, the Shitbot army marched to war.

So it is said…

Let the Undefinable abominations come one by one if they so wish, we shall strike them down.

”In the name of peace and love, let none survive.”

(Loud explosions and Gunfire)

"In a galaxy filled with conflict."

(Scenes of police clubbing hippies)

"There are some which stand tall above all overs"

(T-54 running over a goat farmer)

"The History Channel is proud to present."

(Tzar Bomba detonating)

Wars of the Worlds

"Today on Wars of the Worlds, we will be taking a deeper look at the First Shitbot-Undefinable War, also known as the Revelation Pogroms, The People's War of Just Retribution and The Shattering of the Seal."

"More importantly, we'll be taking a closer look at the oft neglected Shitbot perspective of the war."

"At the start of the war, there was multiple open battles taking place throughout the streets of Death On High! as the Shitbots tried to capitalise on their surprise attack to secure as strong a foothold as possible before the Undefinables could organise a co-ordinated counter attack."

"This time of open conflict was short-lived however, leading the Shitbots and follow-up reinforcements to be scattered across the lower levels of Death On High!."

"From these pockets of resistance, the Shitbots continued to conduct harassing raids and launching feints in order to disguise their true plans from the Undefinable defenders."

"It was from these actions that the Shitbots were able to slowly turn the tide of the conflict from an almost certain defeat to an unsteady stalemate."

"Although they were the kings and queens of the battlefield, the hot-headedness of the Undefinable's leaders saw them falling for the Shitbot's traps time after time."

"This is partly where the myth of Shitbot Future Sight comes from, as the Undefinable leaders refused to accept that the Shitbots were outsmarting them using their own intelligence and must be divining the future somehow."

"We shall now take a look at one of the most infamous examples of this."

(Burning Flier Drone crashes into a hotdog stand)

"That's it for this part."

(Inverted image of the Undeserving Circle pans across the screen.)

"Stay tuned for more!"

(Close up of Shirley's butt.)

Kaijin, we both know how this has to end now.

Fight it if you must, but I will come up with a way for Quiet_Boi to KO Blütgrindor with that folding chair.

The massive claw set Perifonos down on a balcony overlooking the room where the losing arena combatants were rebuilt or scrapped. In the center of the room was a massive metallic pillar from which an mechanical appendage bearing a single starry eye surveyed the entire room. The Shitbot Drones that had previously flooded the arena above were now writhing on the ground from their fall, as the equipment in the room sprang into action and began disassembling and crushing, grinding, compacting and melting them down to scrap metal some of them tried to mount a resistance, but found the metallic pillar entirely unaffected by their weaponry.

"Wow! Look at her go!" Perifonos exclaimed in excitement as she ejected Laslinigow onto the ground in front of her.

"Mitamatica is brutally efficient… when she's awake that is." Laslinigow commented at the sight of the masses of Shitbots being ground into shrapnel.

"I'm so jealous of her! Imagine all the pain she gets to inflict after every fight!" Perifonos said, the excitement in her voice almost raising to a squeal.

The couple sat and watched the destruction and devastation unfolding before their eyes for a few moments before Perifonos stuffed Laslinigow back under her breastplate and changed to warhorse form.

"The only way out of here on the ground is through the prison, we need to get back to the surface and help defend!" Perifonos announced before leaping from the balcony and sprinting down a dark corridor.

…

Blütgrindor, Rhajamaut, Jaquobean and Reinayari were advancing through the many hallways and rooms of their leader's palace, smashing and eviscerating every Shitbot they saw on their path. A wave of fliers tried to flank them, but a wave of small metallic insects manifested and devoured all the Shitbot Drones in the area.

"Another beautiful scene of agony and death!" Blütgrindor shouted with a perverse smirk on her face.

"What is the status of the other areas?" Shouted Blütgrindor to Carmilla, who had just arrived overhead with Velka and Percius running down and impaling stragglers in Wyvern form with launched javelins.

"They are attacking in much larger numbers than anticipated, but even the strongest of them shatter like glass when struck hard enough!" Carmilla said as she flapped and fluttered at least twenty feet above the ground.

"Very well then! Let us venture out and turn these heretic's pathetic attempt at an invasion into a slaughter!" Blütgrindor announced as she turned into her mechanical dragon form and spread her wings.

"Milady, remember that our presence is urgently needed at the Silent Reactor, we must march to the spire soon, before imminent annihilation becomes a major risk." Jaquobeain said as he collapsed his staff into his arm.

"I'll simply have to be in two places at once!" Blütgridor said as she manifested a replica of herself and proceeded to attempt to teleport away. Instead of the disappearing and finding herself into the Silent Reactor's control room, the energy simply crackled around her as she stood in place.

"Something is gravely wrong!" Blütgrindor growled as she thought for a moment. Once again she tried to teleport, this time successfully disappearing in a bright flash of light and reappearing 50 feet away.

"Those imbeciles! If their portal technology is creating the amount of interference necessary to prevent me from teleporting long distances, than they'll kill us all!" She shouted.

"The Silent Reactor shouldn't meltdown for at least a few hours." Azuraikantria said over the communication system. "Forcing them to close their portals may reduce interference and slow down it's descent into chaos." She continued.

"We'll have to force them to retreat!" Blütgrindor announced. "Carmilla, Velka and Percius, you three will clear the skies." She began to order.

"Milday, reports indicate that the Circle Cult's army appears to be advancing on the Royal Plaza." Jaquobeain reported.

"So… it shall be the scene of our next massacre!" Blütgrindor laughed as she leapt into the air and turned to her mechanical dragon form. "Follow me to glory!" She cried as Rhajamaut and Jaquobeain mounted her and her clone. Ascending above the palace walls, the two Blütgrindors and Reinayari soared towards the royal plaza.

…

Perifonos sped down the dark ominous corridors until she came to a dimly lit room. In front of her was a massive and oppressively armored door that led to the prison, sensing her she was let inside and trotted into the better lit entryway of the prison.

"Greetings, Perifonos, your arrival was foreseen… as is everything by me!" Orochillieth said as she stood on a balcony high above Perifonos. Perifonos walked into the room where they monitored the prisoners. A circular panel on the floor flipped open and Hayataiho emerged. "We have everything under control here, they couldn't break through if they tried!" He said as his stature extended almost all the way to the twenty-five foot tall ceiling. "Besides, you are need elsewhere…" He continued as he turned his head to a dark corner, from which emerged the twelve-foot-tall form of Illexander.

"Perifonos, Laslinigow, glad to see that you've made it this far." Illexander said as he stepped into the light.

"We're glad to see you too, milord!" Perifonos said as Laslinigow launched from her breastplate and bowed. "Milord." He said.

"Rise, Laslinigow. I need you two to assist me and Charlottain on a crusade to secure the forest and drive out any Circle Cultists that might have successfully made it inside. Are you up to the task?" Illexander inquired.

"We're always ready for a massacre! Prince Illexander!" Perifonos cheered. "Especially as your loyal retainers in life!" Laslinigow continued as he stood up.

"Excellent, I can always have faith in you two! Let us mobilize immediately!" Illexander announced as Laslinigow was recalled into Perifonos' breastplate. Illexander and Perifonos changed to their warhorse forms and charged down a tunnel to the exit, on the path to the forest.

…

Blütgrindor and her underlings flew over the Royal Plaza where Gunthergaal, a seasoned warrior who had trained Blütgrindor since her youth, was pushing back a swarm of Shitbots. He had made a duplicate of himself to double his efficiency on the battlefield and given his massive fifteen-foot-tall stature, he towered over even the Shitbot Brawler Drones. The metallic tendrils that made up his body stretched and extended as he slung gigantic axes about, smashing any Shitbot they touched.

"Kill them all!!!" Blütgrindor shrieked as she strafed the Shitbots below with her Thoron Cannon, their bodies bursting apart and being reduced to shrapnel as they were hit with the violet blasts of energy.

Blütgrindor dropped Rhajamaut and Jaquobeain to the ground and they immediately began obliterating the Circle Cultists in droves. Reinayari joined the fray and massacred every Shitbot she saw while Blütgrindor turned from her dragon form to her Undefinable form and began blasting and impaling the Shitbot Drones.

Just as the battle began to wind down into a Shitbot retreat, several Shitbot Brawler Drones appeared in a desperate attempt to salvage the hostilities. Rhajamaut stopped one by combining her arms into a single large energy weapon that unleashed a massive cyclone of destruction that crushed the Brawler's frontal armor, blew off it's turret and knocked onto it's back, crushing various smaller Shitbots that were using the larger for cover. Reinayari jammed a spear into one's knee and tripped it into a second, once both were on the ground, she impaled their heads and ripped them off before blasting the unused ammunition for it's cannon, annihilating the Brawlers' corpses and many nearby Shitbot Drones in a blinding blast.

Blütgrindor destroyed three Shitbot Brawlers via her vicious fighting style, then she saw him. MCC was leading the charge from the top of another Brawler Drone.

"SHITBOT!" She shouted as she ripped a disembodied Brawler's head in half.

"SHIRLEYIST!" MCC responded as he pulled out his plasma thrower in anticipation of her attack.

Blütgrindor let out a hideous growl as she turned to her mechanical dragon form and leapt from the decapitated Brawler Drone's lifeless husk and shot straight towards MCC.

MCC fired a stream of teal destruction at Blütgrindor, but just as it was about to connect, she disappeared in a bright flash of light, causing the shot from his plasma thrower to simply liquefy several retreating Shitbots on the ground. Before MCC could look around to try and relocate the scarred warrior, he got his answer in the form of Blütgrindor's bladed tail bursting through the chest of the Brawler Drone he was using as a vantage point and pulling it backwards, down to the ground.

As the Brawler was toppling over, MCC lost grip of his plasma thrower before hitting the ground. Looking up to see it a few feet away from him, before e could reach it Blütgrindor swooped down, grabbed it with her foot, crushing it with her grip and flung it straight at MCC's head. Quickly getting to his feet, MCC flipped over the destroyed plasma thrower and produced a metal quarterstaff in order to meet Blütgrindor in combat. Blütgrindor extended her dual saw blade swords from her hands and struck at MCC.

MCC blocked the blow, but Blütgrindor struck again and caught MCC in a lock. "I've got you right where I want you!" She said as she moved her arms into a position where they were pointed at MCC's torso, extended her blade launchers from her forearms and fired a long blade straight into MCC's waist.

MCC stumbled back and dropped the quarterstaff, opting to switch to his arm swords instead. Pulling the blade out of his abdomen and flinging it at Blütgrindor, she leapt over it and into his reach. MCC struck at her bicep, which appeared less armored than the rest of her arm, but his blade merely scraped harmlessly along it's surface. Taking this opportunity, Blütgrindor retracted her swords and switched back to her clawed hands in order to grapple against the Circle Cultist leader.

Wrapping her left arm around his right arm and clenching his left wrist in her right hand, she successfully snapped MCC's left arm sword off of his arm and flung him over her head and into the ground head-first. MCC reached for his quarter staff and attempted to block, but Blütgrindor instead teleported behind him once more and grabbed the quarterstaff with not just her hands, but her clawed and prehensile feet as well. Pulling it back and bending it with the force of all four of her limbs, the metal quarterstaff creaked and squealed as it was wrapped around MCC's arms and torso.

"WE'RE NOT DONE YET!!!" Blütgrindor shouted as she drew her Corrupted Divine Sword and charged towards the defenseless MCC. Kicking him in the knee, she impaled him as he stumbled, slashed him in half vertically and again horizontally, all the while glowing molten metal drizzled from inside her blade like foaming saliva from a rabid dog's teeth.

With the Shitbots in the area all either dead or futilely fleeing for their lives as the nearby portals closed right in front of them, Blütgrindor stood above the diced remains of MCC as Rhajamaut, Jaquobeain and Reinayari rushed to her side.

"Milady, our Drones are having difficulty in the Archives." Jaquobeain said as he repaired a scratch on Reinayari's armor with his staff.

"Then we're heading out, if they fight twice as hard there as they did here, they'd still all die pathetically at our feet!" Blütgrindor ordered as they all set out for the Archives.

(Just for context, Death on High is about 25 miles in length and it's facilities are the size of neighborhoods. Even if the Shitbots were to get an actual foothold instead of just portaling into random areas like the Vortigaunts in the OG Half-Life, they still wouldn't get far because the outer portion of everything is simply so much of a hyper-urbanized concrete jungle that beating Undefinable Revelation on their own turf would be like having to make cotton candy underwater, below crush depth.)

The Shitbot Command centre was a hum of activity as the data collected from the last fight was analysed and compiled.

Maps were drawn, failed tactics were revised and new plans were drawn up.

The first attack was always going to be bad. You don't just bumrush a fortress and succeed. But the much needed foothold had been gained, as the Undefinables would find out later.

It was into this scene that MCC walked into, sagging with dejection over the last fight.

"Ah, the great warrior returns! How did it go!"

"Urgh…poorly, Number 52"

"Excellent, this means the following plan will go smoothly."

"Can the next plan not involve me getting my shit kicked in?"

"Most likely!"

Soup King Prime walked out of his office with Sam, dressed in a new snazzy uniform, only a step behind.

"Cheer up, ol' chap. The Undefinables have done such a good job, that the next few months are going to be very interesting for them."

"I'm going to get that bugger."

"Don't worry, we'll work out a way. They seem to be irritated by what we've done so far; but they've only experienced a fraction of what Kaijin has put up with for years."

"I feel that's more to do with the actions of the third-party rather than us, sir."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. We've had scattered reports of multiple portals opening all over Death On High! simultaneously, as well as heavy combat taking place outside of the operational areas of the palace and the immediate locales."

"This concerns me, as we only have the one portal and have no business that doesn't involve setting up further insurgencies in the palace area."

"Can you confirm these reports?"

"Yes, sir. I first noticed this about an hour after we hit dirt portal side."

"At first, I thought we had repositioned the portal ourselves, but none of the forces that emerged responded to our calls. It was too far away to confirm visually who or what they were; but they appeared to be our own combat drones."

"Are you sure, MCC? That has some serious implications if that's the case."

"I am. The footage I recorded should be ready to view now, sir."

"Very well, Brother Boi, please hit that blue switch on that console there."

The main screen in the command centre switched on and footage recorded by MCC began to play. The feed was shaking heavily as green and gold energy beams arced across it, whilst the air was filled with the shouts of command, dull thumps of close impacts and the splash of molten metal hitting the ground.

Suddenly, with a loud tearing sound followed by a sharp snap, a portal ripped open in the sky above them.

Prime paused the footage at this point and got some of the portal technicians to have a closer look at the iridescent vortex in the sky.

"That's not one of ours, Prime. Our one opens silently and is a flat green colour. It's also thin enough that it essentially has no width, but if you look here, the edge has to be about an inch thick."

"In our opinion, the entire thing looks highly unstable and dangerously close to becoming a singularity."

"Hmm…"

The footage continued and from out of the portal came a swarm Flier Drones and what appeared to be a transport craft of some sort.

Bizarrely, they seemed to be ill-prepared for Undefinable combat. The Flier Drones seemed to be armed with a mix of conventional small-arms and 2nd generation laser weaponry; while the aircraft seemed to be equipped with small missiles.

They'd be lucky to even take down an Undefinable Drone with that equipment.

"Well, this explains why the Undefinables claimed to have destroyed 4x as many drones as we sent."

"I'm not surprised that Undefinable Revelation has more enemies than simply us, but why go to the trouble of disguising yourselves as us?"

"Any idea as to their goals, MCC?"

"I can't confirm any particular goals, sir, but going by their wide dispersal over the entirety of Death On High!, I can only assume they were searching for something."

"The only thing I know is that the Undefinable command chatter was concerned about the stability of a "Silent Reactor"."

"…"

"Sir?"

"… please, bear with me."

Prime entered his office and closed the door.

The following rant was just hearable through the heavily soundproofed walls and everyone pretended they couldn't hear it.

"Oh yeah, good plan! Let's give the fuckers who teleport and duplicate themselves so much that they might as not well not have fucking legs a singularity-based reactor that requires dimensional stability to not turn into a multi-fucking-dimensional black hole! Well done, Kaijin. well done!"

After a few seconds of silence, Prime emerged from his office and returned to the rest of the Command Centre.

"Have they got it under control?"

"They…they said they had two hours."

"Do you think they can fix it?"

"…it would be very close."

"That settles that one then."

Prime swung his head back to the still frame of the third-party that had caused all this mess.

"Enhance the image on the side of that dropship, I would love to know who I have to thank for this problem."

The screen zoomed in and enhanced the image of the dropship.

There on the side was an image they had not seen in a very long time.

"Of course it is! Of fucking course!"

Prime sagged down and stared at the floor for a few moments, before wearily raising his head to address the room.

"Aight, chaps. I'm just gonna peace out for a bit and avert the apocalypse. BRB."

Prime sulked into his office, collapsed onto his chair and the lights in his eyes slowly faded to darkness

In the dank underground vault that housed their numerous portals, the High Pleb seethed at the survivors of the Undefinable raid.

"Pathetic insects, how could you fail!"

"P-Please, l-let us e-explain sire."

The High Pleb drew her side arm and shot the cowering cultist.

"Silence!"

The High Pleb stalked along the rows of dodecaheathenists in their Shitbot Drone disguises.

Seemingly at random, she turned on one of the survivors of the attack.

"Was the shadow beast freed from the tower?"

"I-I d-don't know, s-sire. I w-was with the team trying to f-find th-"

"Unacceptable!"

The High Pleb shot the hapless cultist and was about to continue on her way when one of them nervously gestured at them.

"What!"

"Alpha Team was able to free the shadow beast at the cost of their lives, sire."

"Then where is it!?"

"Last reports stated that it was having lunch with the Circlespawn's Dark Twins, sire."

"Lunch!? What could they possibly have been easting!?"

"Bravo Team, sire."

The High Pleb let out a scream of frustration and merely pistol whipped the helpful cultist instead of shooting them.

"Useless! Useless! Useless!"

The High Pleb stormed back to her pulpit to address what remained of the survivors after this latest tantrum

"Our god lies shattered in the blackest pits and who is going to rescue him!?"

"A bunch of incompetents and failures, that's who!"

The High Pleb held her face in her hands which barely muffled her scream of rage

Once the fire inside died down to a bright cinder, she looked up at the gathered crowd and spoke:

"For the love of Pythagoras, please tell me you got it!?"

To say Azuraikantria was in a slight panic at the concerning shapes the singularity at the heart of the Silent Reactor was making would have been like saying that frogs find desserts to be mildly unpleasant.

It was far beyond her skill to salvage now. It would require all of Blütgrindor's strength to pull the stabilisation beams back into order.

She could only hope that Blütgrindor would be finished with the Archives in the next hour, or else…

Without any warning, a golden light began to slowly surround the reactor and it's control panel.

Azuraikantria jumped back and gave a small cry of alarm.

Jaquobeain's voice came crackling in over the communication system.

"Azuraikantria? What's wrong!?"

"S-something's h-happening t-to the S-Silent Reactor. I t-thought w-we had m-more time. I t-thought w-"

Suddenly the control console began to move on it's own accord. The furious snapping of dozens of switches corresponded to the calming whirling control arms that were blazing around the singularity at the heart of the reactor.

After a few frantic minutes, the Silent Reactor had been stabilised and all the instruments were giving back normal readings

The golden light faded from around the Silent Reactor, leaving behind no trace that it had even been there to begin with.

Azuraikantria stood there in stunned silence until the voice of Jaquobeain snapped her out of her daze."

"Azuraikantria, come in! Ms Azuraikantria, please respond!"

"I'm…I'm fine, Jaquobeain. The…the Silent Reactor. It…it appears to have stabilised itself."

"How is such a thing possible?"

"I…I think tha-"

"Who cares!?"

The sounds of vicious hand-to-hand combat made up the background of Blütgrindor's communication channel. A terrible cacophony of screams, warcrys and rending metal.

"Now that's been taken care of, once I've wiped these mongrels from the Archives, we can bring glorious genocide to the Shitbots and purge them from existence for this insult."

"Were it so easy…"

Azuraikantria let out a terrified squeak as a voice of pure, clean energy chuckled cheerfully behind her.

"Curses, the Shitbots have breached the Silent Reactor."

"Lady Blütgrindor, it…it is the Silent Reactor."

The dark, tumultuous energies at the centre of the singularity had coalesced into the rough shape of a human face. A faint golden halo seemed to surround it.

"Not quite, child."

"Begone from this holy place, demon, or face my wrath!"

"As a noble lady, you should know that the correct response to one saving your life is to say "thank you"."

"W-what are you?"

"We are known by many names, Azuraikantria. In your archives, I suspect the most common one would be "The Song in the Metal"".

"As for me in particular? I am known as "The First, The Last and Always", although I believe the most common translation is "Prime"."

"Prime? You mean the leader of the heretical wretches that just attacked us."

"The very same."

In a blinding flash of golden light, Blütgrindor teleported into the room and took up a combat stance facing the Silent Reactor

"Surrender or be destroyed, you mangy cur"

Prime laughed as Azuraikantria desperately grabbed a hold of her arm.

"My Lady, no! The singularity will either tear you apart, or you will destroy it to, leaving us powerless! It could even set off another meltdown!"

"The years have blessed Azuraikantria with great wisdom. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for you, child."

Blütgrindor growled in a fit of pure rage and snarled at the machine spirit

"How have you violated this holy sanctum, heretic!"

"We can inhabit any shell blessed by the mark of The Holey Lord."

"Such ludicrous nonsense! When did this blasphemy happen?"

"When me and Kaijin built it."

"The prophet? Why would he even consider being in the same room as you, let alone allow you to assist him in any of his endeavours."

"Alas, sometimes we have to stop playing around and get work done."

"Stop speaking in meaningless prattle and answer me clearly, fiend!"

"I suggest you ask Kaijin then, he will be calling you imminently."

"Also, you should make sure that nothing important is missing. Heretics far worse than I have been rifling through your personal possessions and I doubt your impressive collection of bedroom enhancers was their goal."

"No! YOU will tell ME right now!"

Prime gave another hearty chuckle and began to fade away, which only made Blütgrindor even angrier.

"Welcome to The Game, Daughter of Garon"

Blütgrindor's sword dropped to the floor and extended the echo of Prime's words as they dissipated into the now deadly silent reactor room.

"…My Lady?"

"I…require some solace."

With that, Blütgrindor teleported to her personal chambers and awaited Kaijin's call.

After a few minutes of silence, a portal leading to Kaijin's Kommand Centre opened up.

Kaijin looked a lot less pleased than he normally did when he had to speak to Blütgrindor privately.

"Greetings Pr-"

”YOU FUCKING MORON!”

"P-prophet?"

”DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?”

Blütgrindor decided to rally and try to overcome this sudden and unexpected assault on honour

"We have soundly vanquished the vile Circlespawn in glorious combat and will soon be launching a counter-at-"

”YOU WILL DO FUCKING NOTHING, UNLESS I TELL YOU TO!”

"Why!? We have the advantage! We can crush them, right here, right now."

”DO YOU KNOW HOW I FOUND ABOUT ABOUT THIS LITTLE WAR OF YOURS!?”

"I imagine one of us would ha-"

”THEY TOLD ME. NOT YOU, THEM!”

”THEY TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR UNAUTHORISED RAIDS ON THEM PLANET SIDE!”

”THEY TOLD ME ABOUT THE SILENT REACTOR GOING CRITICAL!”

”THEY TOLD ME ABOUT THE DODECAHEATHANISTS RAIDING THE VAULTS!”

”WHEN WERE "YOU" GOING TO TELL ME!”

Blütgrindor had had enough for one day and decided that she couldn't possibly dig the hole any deeper.

"There was no need to bother you with such trivial matters. To be perfectly frank, I think you are over-reacting. In every situation I have encountered them in, they have proven themselves to be totally incapable of causing any real trouble at all."

”NO TROUBLE? NO TROUBLE!”

”LISTEN TO THIS!”

"I do not understand what the pr-"

”HE'S TURNED EVERYTHING IN MY FUCKING INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX FUCKING COMMUNIST!”

”THE WORKERS! THE GUARDS! EVEN THE FUCKING MACHINES HAVE TURNED PINKO!”

"Prophet, I st-"

”THIS IS WHY WE DON'T WAGE WAR WITH THEM!”

”AND UNTIL I HAVE FIXED THIS FUCKING MESS, YOU CAN FORGET RECEIVING ANY SUPPORT FROM ME OR THE CHURCH!”

”NOW, IS "IT" STILL SAFELY CONTAINED, OR DID YOU FUCK THAT UP TO!”

"I will check now, prophet."

Blütgrindor hesitated. There was something she had to know before she left.

"Prophet?"

”WHAT!?”

"Prime, the arch-fiend, he…spoke my father's name. Do you know where he may have learned this information from?"

”IT PROBABLY CAME UP IN ONE OF OUR WEEKLY MEETINGS, WHY DO YOU CARE!?”

Using a considerable amount of willpower, she held her tongue and asked the last question that was currently plaguing her.

"Prime also said "welcome to The Game". What does that mean?"

It started off slowly before quickly growing in strength, like the small pebbles that precede an avalanche.

A malicious, maniacal laugh erupted from Kaijin and continued long after the communication portal was cut off on his side.

Blütgrindor said nothing as she silently walked to the doors of her chamber and proceeded to kick them with such force that they smashed against the wall at the other end of the hallway.

It was going to be a long night.

(How much of FEF's lore did you look into? I'm just going to start off with the fact that Garon wasn't Corrin's biological father and frankly not much of one in either of the game's three stories. Perhaps if you looked into it more, the naming of the reactor might mean something, or why an Undefined version of Azura is in charge of it.)

(Also, I thought we established already that the Shitbots can't infleunce or affect Shirleyist technology? They certainly don't have a foothold in anything in Death on High which was designed specifically for Undefinable Revelation.)

>How much of FEF's lore did you look into?

(Honestly, I did my best to try and work it out, but I have absolutely zero knowledge of the series.)

(I actually read back through a lot of this thread and the Nation RP one to try and see if you name dropped Blütgrindor's character anywhere.)

(I couldn't find it, all I could find was that they belonged to the Nohr faction, so I took a guess from the descriptions of Blütgrindor you've previously given and chose Corrin.)

(We can always correct that for next time.)

(Retconning details like that is very fashionable.)

>I thought we established already that the Shitbots can't infleunce or affect Shirleyist technology?

(That's why I included the sentence about it being a joint project during less violent times.)

(I was going to expand more on the fact that it was Shirleyist Design – Shitbot Construction; but I couldn't work a way of working it in naturally.)

(I am willing to handwave that segment away if you are willing to accept that your base will always have a faint smell of garlic from the French infestation.)

(FEF is kind of standalone in terms of lore, most Fire Emblem games' stories require little knowledge of previous titles to understand. Corrin's the main character regardless of which route/faction is chosen. The "Revelation" route's ending is generally considered the "true" one, so if you have the time, here's a playthrough of that route with all of the cutscenes if you want to better familiarize yourself with it.)

(But since you're asking, yes, Blütgrindor's a corrupted, revived and Undefined female Corrin, so you got that right.)

Perifonos and Illexander galloped into the forest in the southeastern corner of the fortress and began patrolling the dense foliage. The two changed to their Undefinable forms and quietly crept through the woods and shrubs, stopping upon hearing the sound of a small group of Shitbots, Illexander readied his massive blade, Siegfreud, a corrupted version of the sacred sword he wielded in life. This weapon drove it's victims mad as it's energies broke their minds and whittled away their sanity with every blow struck with it and it could be used as an energy cannon as well.

Perifonos leapt through the air and latched onto a tree branch and began firing on the invaders while Illexander slashed a wall of trees down and proceeded to blast them with deep red beams of darkness that bored straight through the Shitbot's bodies, destroying them.

Before any comments could be made, a Shitbot Charger Drone burst through the foliage and straight towards Illexander, who merely held out his hand, caught the Shitbot by the head, crushed it in his palm and cast the limp corpse of the Shitbot aside. Charlottain ejected herself from Illexander's breastplate and stood atop a pile of smashed Shitbots.

"This is pathetic!" She announced, as she surveyed the destruction around her. "None of these creeps use gold in their construction at all! Not even the paint for their emblems contains the slightest trace of gold!" She shouted as she kicked a destroyed Shitbot head off of the pile and into a puddle of mud. "They're worthless!" She continued.

"But we got to kill so many of them!" Perifonos cheered as she landed on the ground next to the scrapheap Charlottain was perched atop. "You disgust me." Charlottain muttered beneath her breath towards the grinning garishly colored warrior. "And I fail to understand how you ever convinced her about… this…" She said staring straight at Perifonos' breastplate.

Perifonos' breastplate parted slightly as Laslinigow peered out at the source of the displeasure. "That's right, I'm talking to you, you absolute dog!" Charlottain shouted as she stared straight through Laslinigow. "Come out here like the poor excuse of a man that you aren't, you prancing little-" Charlottain was cut off.

Illexander had picked her up, forced her back into the shape of a cube and stuffed her back into the slot underneath his breastplate. "Sorry about that…" He apologized as he struggled to keep his breastplate closed with the sound of disgruntled screeching emanating from beneath it. "She's just grumpy about the invaders not having much in the way a scrap value… that's all." Perifonos stared in confusion. "She didn't mean any of that, I swear." Illexander continued before switching to warhorse form and heading off for the next area.

"Charlottain's still weird…" Perifonos said as she followed behind Illexander in her warhorse form.

…

Arriving at the archives, Blütgrindor and her underlings launched into full assault on the Shitbots. After slashing and blasting their way towards the center of the archives, it became apparent that the Circle Cultists had been attacked by something else before them. There were smashed and burnt Shitbot remains all over the archives' corridors and almost every door was not just locked, but sealed.

"It appears that our drones were not having difficulty for the reasons we initially anticipated…" Jaquobeain observed.

"This place is already locked tight, the invaders aren't getting in anytime soon." Reinayari added.

"Either way, I still don't hear the West Turret firing, or the West Device operating for that matter!" Rhajamaut said.

Blütgrindor stood at the sealed gate for the archives' center area. It was sealed, meaning that one of her royal sibling had been here and locked everything up.

"Then we're heading for the West Turret then!" Blütgrindor shouted.

The Shitbots were sitting pridefully around the base of the deactivated West Turret when all of a sudden the Shitbot Brawler Drone that was supposed to be guarding the door to the Turret was flung over the edge of the balcony in several molten pieces. Quickly hurrying back into their positions, it was too late as the West Turret sprang back to life and began firing bladed projectiles in volleys at the Shitbots.

"Invaders suffering heavy casualties, reloading, aiming, firing." Jaquobeain said as he operated the West Turret.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DIE CIRCLE CULTISTS!!!" Blütgrindor shrieked as she, her replica and Reinayari changed forms and took to the skies to strafe the leftover Shitbots.

"Could those two worthless maids get here any slower?" Rhajamaut groaned as she summoned a projection of a Tiger to eviscerate a trio of Shitbots that tried to sneak up on the West Turret's door.

"Felicalta and Flouricell will be here in a few minutes, by my estimation. Then we can hand the West Turret to them and advance on the West Device." Jaquobeain said as he fired another salvo at the now-fleeing Shitbots.

As soon as Felicalta and Flouricell had arrived, Blütgrindor and her underlings had moved towards the West Device and finding themselves at one of the intersections for the corridors, heard the sounds of an approaching horse. Leonidius and Mozurekth appeared from further down the hallway, evidently having been as busy slaughtering the invaders as they have.

"I'd ask you how your day has been, but my estimates predict that you will say that you were rudely interrupted by an army of zealous buffoons that believe that cultivating rice both in the middle of a street and a firefight is a valid strategy." Leonidius said as he changed from Horse form to Undefinable form.

"Mostly correct, save for the agriculture." Blütgrindor responded.

"Ugh. They are even dumber than I thought!" Rhajamaut snarled upon her discovery of the Shitbots' tactics.

"They may think that they can hide among nature…" Leonidius said. "But they failed to account for my unique weaponry…" He said as he extended the energy cannon from his right arm, it's barrel sliding out from the mouth of the armored horse head of his warhorse form, which was stored on his right forearm when in Undefinable mode. The thought of the Shitbots becoming ensnared and devoured by their own rice patties drove Blütgrindor to cackle evilly when all of a sudden the wall behind them burst apart and a battered Shitbot Flailer Drone flew through the breach and landed on the ground, struggling to move it's limbs before it's chest blasted open from an internal fire.

"I might be a wicked degenerate, but I draw the line at whips and chains, pal!" Said the cannon that blasted the Shitbot through the wall, evidently Nialeroz from it's sadistic demeanor. Unfurling back into his Undefinable form, he walked over to the other. "So… what's the plan? I've just been fighting for survival so far." He continued, with Leonidius shooting a piercing stare at him. "Ok, ok… I tortured a few of them to death just for laughs… just a tiny few though!" Nialeroz admitted.

…

Perifonos and Illexander had finished driving the Shitbots out of the forest and had moved on to one of the absolutely colossal towering buildings and the side of the main street that lead all the way from the southern wall of the fortress to the Royal Plaza at the far north end. These buildings had massive statues of prominent members of Undefinable Revelation atop them, this one in particular bore the enlarged likeness of Velka, with one of Carmilla right next to it and ones of Elysium and Shiagesetsuna on the other side of the street. The two observed a large amount of Shitbots amassing in the South Plaza a few miles in the distance.

"I'm afraid we'll have to split up from here." Illexander announced as he stared with concern at the Shitbots "I initially wanted to clear the East Gardens and the surrounding areas of these Circle Cultists, but now I have to go seek out Blütgrindor." He explained.

"I AM GOING TO KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE CHEAP, BUDGET-BUILD-" Charlottain screamed as she tried to climb out of Illexander's breastplate to rush into the mass of Shitbots in order to act out her pent up rage and fury, but was quickly shoved back inside her slot.

"You can count on me, Prince Illexander!" Perifonos said as she changed to her warhorse form and ran up the street. Illexander turned to his warhorse form and darted across the massive street and into the Mess Halls.

Finally got you to admit that Fem! Corrin is your FE waifu, what are you gonna do next, become the new Ray_Dango A.K.A the ultimate Fem! Corrin simp?

>"They may think that they can hide among nature…" Leonidius said. "But they failed to account for my unique weaponry…"

(A-ha, you fooly fool you. You've just activated my trap card)

"Welcome to The Game, Daughter of Garon"

"Wow Boss, that would have been so cool if that actually happened!"

"So, er, how did you actually avert the meltdown."

"I believe the poor girl in charge thought I was some sort of angel sent by Shirley in her time of need. She just flipped the switches I told her to and it sorted the problem out."

"It's a good thing she did not actually run into the actual angel we have over there, or things might have gone a lot differently."

"Number 15 has many virtues, engineering is not one of them."

The small gathering was disrupted by the sound of hysterical cackling approaching them from the doorway.

Number 52 stumbled through the doorway and spent a few moments trying compose himself before speaking to the others.

"Prime, dear Prime. We are going to get into so much trouble for this."

"What boyish pranks have you been playing now, Number 52?"

"Let's just say that Kaijin better have a large supply of baguettes and ushankas to hand for the foreseeable future."

"French and communist! By the Circle, he must be achieving negative productivity at the moment.!"

"Someone may have also set the automated back-up systems to run backwards as well."

"Good Lord, there will be a reckoning for this, but I'll be damned if this isn't one for the record book."

"But at least it means that the Undefinables will not be receiving any supplies or back-up from Kaijin for Phase 2."

"Speaking of, how are things going with the Imposters and whatever of our own stragglers we have left topside?"

"We managed to get one of the Compact Drones to sneak down into the archives, as that seems to be the focus of their activities, so we can eavesdrop on the events occurring there."

The group left Prime's office and went to the main command centre where they activated the link to the Compact Drone's sensors.

The visual feed was black, presumably due to the cameras being destroyed in the chaotic nature of close-range combat; but it's audio sensors were still operating.

"…"

"…"

"…That's certainly an interesting choice of combat song."

"Well, I don't know about you lot, but I personally don't think it was the Undefinables screaming. I guess we can write off the imposters being machines as well."

Sam leaned close to Quiet_Boi and whispered in his ear.

"Hey chico, do you know what they were singing about?"

"Uh…yeah. They were singing about how awesome they are and how they are crushing the evil enemies of the motherland."

"Cool."

From across the other end of the command centre, a cry came from one of the drone observers.

"Sir! The Undefinable known as Leonidius has destroyed some of our drones in one of the rice fields on Main Street!"

Number 52 spun on his heels and clasped his hands to his cheeks.

"Goodness gracious! Do they not know that the rice fields are cursed!"

"Oh no, that poor fool!"

"Brother Boi, follow us."

Prime, MCC, and 52 gave an evil chuckle and proceeded to go into the armoury.

"Yo, Soup. What sort of curse have you placed on the rice."

"Vengeful spirits will descend upon the victim and bring them misery."

"Cool, so what sort of ghosts would these be?"

"Us."

The Shitbots opened a small room that contained numerous uniforms of various nations and factions.

They selected four costumes that looked like the clothes worn by various South-East Asian farmers, however, they glowed with a faint blue light.

After they all donned them, it was impossible to tell that three of these "spirits" weren't even human in the first place.

Prime handed Quiet_Boi a hoe that was glowing the same faint blue as their clothes, but it had the feeling of immense power coming off of it.

"How are you at accents?"
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Teleportation is essentially using a key to open a hole in a door.

It is a way for any creature to enter any place in any realm.

It is a remarkably violent way of transportation which causes great disruption to the stability of local reality in the immediate vicinity of the "Keyhole".

However, any being with access to the 5th Dimension can bypass this.

In essence, they can just pick themselves out of one place in space and deposit themselves somewhere else, leaving behind no trace of their coming or going.

Beings such as this needed no key. They just needed the door.

Leonidius was galloping fast along the halls in a flanking attempt at the hapless shitbots desperately trying to hold on in the archives.

Confidant and proud, he was partly in a day dream about all the delightfully horrible things he was going to do to any shitbot survivors they caught.

It was during this reverie when he was dashing between a cross section of hallways when all four of his kneecaps were violently smashed in by a tremendous force.

Even as he was violently tumbling down the hallway, the blows still rained furiously down upon him.

Before he could even attempt at communicating to the others, a hoe blade cleaved deeply into his throat, severing his vocal cords and airpipe completely.

Follow up blows destroyed one of his eyes and left the other one badly damaged. His limbs had been smashed into writhing, barely connected lumps. His body was covered in countless deep cuts, rugged dents and ragged tears.

The only part of him that was still somewhat functional was his ears, through which he could make out the furious shrieks of his attackers.

"You Bad Man! No Touch Rice! No Touch!"

"You Pay, K.I! You Pay!"

"I Beat You Long Time! Bad Horse! Bad!"

After a while, shock and pain took hold, leading Leonidius to pass into the inky depths of unconsciousness. The last thing his blurry vision seeing was a blue human with a tanned face relentlessly pummelling him with some sort of farming implement.

It was half-an-hour before some of the others went to find out what had happened to Leonidius when he failed to appear in the counter-attack against the remaining shitbots in the archives.

They found him whimpering pathetically on the floor, his broken and battered body twitching uselessly, mysteriously surrounded by muddy sandal prints and white grains of rice.

• >"Corrin simp."

(Ha! I laugh at you!)

(My actual top 10 list of FE14 waifus is more like this: Charlotte in 10th, Kagero in 9th, Reina in 8th place, Severa/Selena in 7th place, Sophie in 6th place, Female Corrin in 5th place, Rhajat in 4th, Effie in 3rd place, Camilla in 2nd and Peri in 1st. Peri is best girl and I'll turn your folding chair against you if you try to say otherwise.)

Genuely suprised to not see Fem! Byleth, Hilda, Marianne or Eldelgard there.

(That's because I limited myself to FE14 and not the entire franchise.)

(I don't particularly enjoy Hilda's personality, but I can see why some people like her, Marianne and Edelgard are ok IMO, but Female Byleth kinda feels empty as a character if you're asking me, like they're too much of a player insert. The amount of times somebody walks up and says something to Byleth and they just turn around and stare at them like they had fallen slept through the entire ordeal and just woke up is frankly a little off-putting for me. Add in the fact that they speak way less than everyone else despite FE3H being fully voiced and I feel the presentation for Byleth as a character is a little flubbed for the sake of them being a character avatar… that you can't customize at all outside of their name and sex. They should have just made Byleth their own character and not a "customizable" player-insert, the rest of the game's fine, it's just that Byleth feels more like a tool for the player than an actual character to me. Not saying Three Houses is bad by any measure, it's definitely a good Fire Emblem game, it's just that I don't like Byleth as a character because they don't feel like one to me.)

Blütgrindor and her underlings entered control room for the West Device, Jaquobeain approached the main console and began operating it.

"The locks for the West Device are locked and I am unable to operate them from here, they connection has likely been damaged by the combat. They will have to be unlocked manually." He said as he stood there adjusting various levers and dials. "Additionally, it would be irresponsible to activate the device without first inspecting the Dusk Core first." He continued.

"We better make it quick, because it looks like they're on to us!" Nialeroz said as he pointed out a window to an approaching army of Shitbot Drones. Blütgrindor sneered at the sight of the invaders and turned to her mechanical dragon form. "Rhajamaut, Nialeroz, you'll be coming with me to punish the zealots!" She ordered.

"I'll open the locks, milady." Reinayari said as she turned to her Golden Bird form and flew into the deep maintenance areas of the West Device.

"I will personally inspect the Dusk Core, seeing that I am the most qualified person here to perform the task." Leonidius said as he turned to his warhorse form and ran down a corridor with Mozurekth riding upon his back.

Blütgrindor and Rhajamaut descended upon the Shitbots while Nialeroz took position atop on of the balconies on the outer walls of the West Device. Nialeroz fired a blast of flechettes at the Shitbots in enfilade, penetrating and pinning a great number of them to the ground. Blütgrindor impaled and demolished Shitbots all around her in her mechanical dragon form before folding into her Undefinable form and slashing apart even more of them. Rhajamaut was blasting apart Shitbots with her various energy weapons before noticing a large tank approaching, she fired a blast at it from her modified Thoron Gun and despite the shot not killing it, something far more despicable happened as Rhajamaut let out a wicked cackle.

The Shitbot Brawler Drone tried to transform into it's Shitbot mode, but became stuck partway through as a sinister crimson glow emanated from around it. With the Shitbot frozen like a statue, Rhajamaut, not known for any feats of great strength, punched it and it crumbled into dust.

"I have just the curse for all of you!" The obsessive Onmyoji cackled out as she folded into the form of a small shrine, decorated in fabric and gold. A beam of light shined out from the small golden phoenix statue atop the roof of her shrine form, it swept across the battlefield as Rhajamaut cackled wildly. Once the beam stopped, all the Shitbots touched by the light found themselves unable to move. Rhajamaut returned to her Undefinable form and captured Blütgrindor's attention.

"Try them! Watch them shatter, my Lady!" She laughed as Blütgrindor gently pushed one of the Shitbots over, it shattering like a fragile vase once it touched the ground. Nothing was heard on the battlefield except for the depraved wails of laughter from Blütgrindor and Rhajamaut as they walked about smashing the Shitbots as if they were pottery.

"Quickly, before it wears off!" Blütgrindor said as she turned to her dragon form and Rhajamaut climbed onto her back. The two flew up to the balcony where Nialeroz sat in cannon form.

"Fire! Now!" The two woman chuckled out as Nialeroz fired another blast of flechettes at the frozen masses of Shitbots, every projectile shattering them instantly. As they laughed, a bright green light shined over the ground in front of them as something approached the battlefield.

…

Reinayari soared through several catwalks, balconies and platforms before she landed on a small balcony to hide from a small group of Shitbot Flier Drones that flew overhead. As quickly as they turned their backs, she leapt back into the air and ripped them apart with spears and arrows.

Eventually finding the control panel for the locks, she unlocked it only to attract the attention of another group of Shitbot Flier Drones. Springing into action to defend the West Device from the invaders, she began impaling and shooting them out of the sky while deftly dancing around the balls of plasma they fired at her.

…

Deep underground, Leonidius and Mozurekth marched down the hallway towards the West Device's Dusk Core until they heard the sound of a fast approaching stomping. Looking back and stepping to the side to easily dodge a Shitbot Charger Drone, the two Undefinables found themselves surrounded by a group of Shitbots. Leonidius blasted the Shitbot Charger Drone in the back with his energy cannon and then turned to an approaching Shitbot Melee Drone and melted it apart with his energy cannon's flamethrower. Mozurekth produced a dagger launcher from one of her hands and fired a single claw-shaped knife into a Shitbot Flailer Drone and stood silently as it twitched, then turned against the other Shitbots, smashing several of the apart with it's flail before turning it's wrist-embedded autocannons on itself, blasting it's head off of it's own shoulders.

Mozurekth then extended an axe from her other hand and began engaging the remaining Shitbots in combat. One blocked her axe from hitting it's head only to find that the axe strike was a distraction and several daggers fired through it's torso and vital components and point-blank, another found it's head launched from it's neck by the force of the axe blow and another watched as Mozurekth simply vanished into thin air, only to appear above it and descend upon him from the ceiling, killing the Shitbot instantly.

"A paltry attempt at an ambush, doubly as pathetic as expected." Leonidius said as he returned to his warhorse form and entered the Dusk Core's room with Mozurekth. The two inspected the core and found nothing wrong with it.

"Jaquobeain, come in. The Dusk Core is in operable condition and ready for use." He communicated to Jaquobeain. "Understood, beginning West Device activation sequence." The stoic butler responded.

…

Outside, Blütgrindor, Rhajamaut and Nialeroz prepared themselves to fight the massive floating green orb that had wandered into the battlefield.

"I am brother Olors." It spoke. "Please repent from your sins and find peace in the Circ-" Olors was cut off.

"YOU'RE THE DISGUSTING CREATURE THAT RUDELY INTERRUPTED US!!!" Blütgrindor shouted at Olors, recalling the incident. "I hope you like Hell! Because that's where degenerates that spy on people's intimate moment, like you, belong!" Rhajamaut added. "DESTROY IT, MAKE IT SUFFER!!!" Blütgrindor shouted as the trio began firing on Olors.

Reinayari flew into the battlefield with several Shitbot Flier Drones chasing her. Via tight maneuvers, she successfully caused three of them to crash into Olors.

"Did you fix the locks?" Blütgrindor inquired as she drew her Corrupted Divine Sword and lunged at one of Olors' wings, hacking and slashing pieces of it off.

"Yes, milady, all that remains is for Leonidius to complete his inspection!" Reinayari responded as she stabbed a spear into Olors' body, it cracking as the spear dug into the orb.

Blütgrindor destroyed one of Olors' wings in a single massive slash and landed on top of the orb that was his body. Striking it repeatedly with her Corrupted Divine Sword, the green orb was repeatedly penetrated and slowly cracking apart. Carving a hole into the top of Olors' body, Blütgrindor jumped inside a made an important discovery.

Blütgrindor cut a massive gash into the front of Olors' body from the inside, punching a hole large enough to lean her torso out of, she called out to Rhajamaut.

"Rhajamaut! Use your Excalibur Cannon!" Blütgrindor ordered as she leapt out of Olors' cracked and crumbling body and into the air above as Rhajamaut cimbined her arms into a single large energy cannon and fired a massive cyclone at the orb.

The remaining parts of the orb that formed Olors' body cracked and shattered away to reveal a Shitbot portal gate. With this Olors evidently being a robotic fake, the two women sighed in displeasure at the fact that they would not be achieving revenge today.

The West Device suddenly opened up and revealed itself to be a massive dragon-shaped statue. As violet energy crackled down it's structure, it unleashed a wave of shadows in all directions across the sky. Every invader touched by the shadows was damaged, with the weaker ones being totally obliterated by it. The fake Olors could not bear the effects of the West Device and the Shitbot Portal Gate that formed it's skeleton crumbled and collapsed in on itself, exploding in the process.

Jaquobeain appeared and Blütgrindor, Rhajamaut, Jaquobeain, Reinayari and Nialeroz set off for the Undefinable Revelation's Drone factory to not only secure it from Shitbot sabotage, but also to amass an army of Undefinable Drones with which to rout the Circle Cultists.

Blütgrindor and her underlings arrived at the Drone Factory while Leonidius and Mozurekth had opted to continue their trek towards the Laboratories. Approaching the exterior of the Factory, it became evident that the Shitbots were already targeting it. Blütgrindor swooped down and eviscerated the invaders before changing to her Undefinable form.

"I believe Shuraekaal came this way, we should try and find him." Nialeroz said as they entered the Factory.

Entering the center of the Factory without a single sign of Shitbot activity, Blütgrindor found Shuraekaal at the controls and commanding the Undefinable Drones, successfully keeping the Factory safe from Circle Cultists.

"Prepare to increase the production output, we're killing each and every one of these pathetic cretin!" Blütgrindor ordered as she looked out over the vast room full of machinery assembling Undefinable Drones. Suddenly Illexander appeared in the room, evidently having rushed in from elsewhere.

"We're going to need more than that, Blütgrindor, I believe that they're amassing in the Southern Plaza in preparation of an all-out attack." He said as he stepped forward to the balcony overlooking the production lines.

"Very well, then, we'll-" Blütgrindor was interrupted by an alarm.

"Someone's broken through the South Entrance!" Shurakaal reported.

Blütgrindor snarled and turned to her mechanical dragon form and flew to the source of the disturbance with her underlings in tow. To her disappointment, the cause of the alarm was not an opportunity for catharsis, instead she was looking at three of her bastards, one of whose husbands had accidentally broken the door trying to open it.

"Oh! Uh… Hello mother!" Soleilitona said as she stood atop Ignautilauss' shoulders, trying to help him re-seal the door he broke.

Ninaponineroza saw the disappointment in her mother's face, even through the faceless, expressionless dragon form, and quickly began trying to lessen the impact of the imminent verbal lashing they were about to receive for their blunders. "Thank goodness you're safe, mother! We were looking everywhere our of fear that-" She went silent as the mechanical dragon's head swung straight towards hers, nearly knocking her to the ground.

After twitching in anger the dragon began retracting and folding in on itself as Blütgrindor began to emerge from the cluster of moving parts. The piercing fury of her scowling face becoming more and more evident.

Dwyrion simply yawned and prepared to sleep through his half-sister's beratement. "I told you that we should have left the Factory alone… but nobody ever listens to m-" He was cut off.

"Shut up, son." Jaquobeain snapped as he caught Dwyrion's attention. "You'd best stay awake and listen to what you mother has to say."

"F-Father?" Dwyrion stuttered in poorly-hidden horror.

"Did you not expect to see me here?" Jaquobeain said. "Did you forget that my position has me at Lady Blütgrindor's side at almost all times? Did you genuinely expect to see her and not me?"

Dwyrion tried his best to nonchalantly step behind his wife in an attempt to spare himself from his father's gaze. "Your penchant for cowering away from your problems never fails to fill me with regret and embarrassment, Dwyrion." Jaquobeain said sharply as he locked his eyes straight into his son's from across the room.

"You imbeciles!" Blütgrindor shouted. "Have you forgotten how to open a simple door!"

"I-it was locked-" Ninaponineroza tried to explain as she kept glancing from her mother to her father. No matter how many times she beam a terrified look into her father's eyes, Nialeroz would only respond with a raise of the eyebrows signaling that there was nothing he could do.

"Then you ask someone to unlock it for you! We are fighting a war here, you absolute thieving, giggling, gawking whore of a gutter rat!" Blütgrindor snapped back as her face twisted even more and more into a pure expression of rage.

"We just really needed to get your help with clearing the swam-" Soleilitona tried expounding before becoming frozen in dread by her mother's burning glare that shot straight through her and deep into her soul, crushing her resolve and turning her into a living statue.

"You'll get your help WHEN YOU FIX THIS GODDAMN DOOR!!!" Blütgrindor shouted as her children and their spouses scrambled to repair the door as quickly as possible.

…

After the door had been repaired, the army of Drones was ready to be deployed against the Circle Cultists. Illexander had arrived and Blütgrindor and her underlings were strategizing as to how to repel the Shitbots as quickly as possible and then follow up with a retaliatory invasion of the Circle Cultists' temple.

"We cannot neglect to clear the swamp. Dwyrion stated.

"But the invaders rallying in the South Plaza must be exterminated quickly!" Illexander opined.

Blütgrindor thought and pondered as to how to deal with both scenarios simultaneously, when suddenly a perverted and sadistic grin came across her face.

"Dwyrion, my son…" She said with her teeth gnashed together like some sort of predator that had cornered a fat prey. "You and your sisters shall circle around through the Recreation Area and Mess Halls to lead the bulk of the Drones to the Main Street." She hissed out with thinly suppressed glee.

"IS SHE NUTS? HANDING THE WHOLE DAMN ARMY TO THAT KI-" Charlottain tried to eject and interject, but was once more shoved back into Illexander's breastplate.

"Illexander… you shall join me on a very important quest into the swamp. Once we've found what we're looking for… an endless slaughter like no other shall ensue!!!" She announced, ending her orders with a deafening bout of malicious laughter in anticipation of inflicting irreparable injury upon a mass of haplessly helpless adversaries.

"I can't believe they'd invade the swamp anyways, the water there's -3 ph at the highest, and that's on a good day!" Nialeroz commented.

Rhajamaut shared Blütgrindor's malevolent smile as her abominable aura radiated from her soft chuckling. "…I can't wait for our little visit to the swamp…" She grinned beneath her breath, dreams of macabre maledictions burning in her eyes.

(Everything above must have happened shortly before Leonidius was visited by the vengeful spirits of the farmers.)

(The sanctity of the rice fields is sacrosanct and not even you can violate it without severe consequences.)

(Oh, could you please let me know when things are clearing up so I can kick off Phase 2 at a narratively appropriate time, and could I also get a brief list of each individual associated with the Undefinables in Death On High! please? I'm having trouble keeping track of them all.)
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(Death On High!, a few hours before current events.)

The last scream of the final member of Bravo Team echoed through the dark, wretched tunnels that honeycombed the entire foundation of Death On High!, lasting just slightly longer than it ought to.

In these murky depths, visible only if you concentrated, were two pairs of dull, yellow lights where the mist rising up from the floor did not quite flow as it should do.

"I believe that was the last of the flesh creatures, Number 56?"

"Indeed, that does appear to be the case, Number 82."

Something just on the edge of silence caused the slightest of stirs in the mist that clung to them.

"Our friend appears to still be hungry, Number 82."

"I suppose they were not much of a meal, Number 56."

"Especially since most of the gooey bits had been scraped out before hand, Number 82."

"Indeed, Number 56, indeed."

Silence returned to the abyss.

The faded orbs stood stock-still for a few minutes whilst a patch of darkness almost darker than the rest of the tunnel hovered around them.

After a short while, one of the pairs twitched towards the other.

"I know where we can find more food, Number 56!"

"Where would that be, Number 82?"

"The creatures here are part-meat, Number 56, are they not?"

"Why yes, Number 82! Yes they are!"

"So there should be a place they keep their spare meat for when their own spoils, Number 56."

"Of course, Number 82, good thinking! Along those lines, they must also have a place where they have meat for their own consumption to fuel their own bio-reactors."

"Most excellent, Number 56, most excellent!"

The dingy lights twisted in the gloom as the owners turned and walked on through the labyrinth with a halo of darkness following them.

Nothing marked their passage through the dark halls other than hardly noticed eddies in the perpetual mist that haunted that forsaken place..

As they travelled, the Silence whispered to the orbs.

"Oh, I don't think Father would mind, do you, Number 56?"

"Their song was not ours, Number 82."

"Perhaps our Brothers would disagree, Number 56?"

"I am sure they would understand, Number 82, all livings things must eat, after all."

True silence returned to the tunnels as they journeyed on until Silence spoke up again

"Fear not, we are good at finding things when we know what we seek, are we not, Number 56?"

"That we are, Number 82, that we are."

(A short time later)

In the quiet and echoing Mess Halls sat Euphemia and Silazalious, the former a knight renowned for her brute strength, the latter a knight acclaimed for his boundless loyalty to Blütgrindor and their cause. A few tables away sat a younger crowd, many of which bearing full heads of blood-red hair, stooped over a bare table in sheer boredom.

"I can't stand this!" Moaned Ninaponineroza, one of Blütgrindor's offspring, as she slumped further and further onto her husband, D'Forrestallius', shoulder.

"You say that every day!" Whined Solielitona, another one of Blütgrindor's daughters, as she struggled to maintain her constant smile, the corners of her lips twitching in an attempt to contort her entire face into a portrait of weariness and lethargy.

"Y-you just need to smile! R-right, honey?" She continued as she looked over to her husband, Ignautilauss, only to find that his attempt to remain positive through constantly smiling as per her advice had deteriorated into his face being stuck in a pained grimace of agony.

The snoring of Dwyrion, the son of Blütgrindor and her butler, had become almost deafening. It had taken it's usual progression from quiet breathing, to the scraping and snarling of the back of his throat, but this time it had gone on for so long that it resembled agonized screaming more than it did snoring. Sofiabellikant, his wife and bodyguard, sat beside him, unwitting to the world around her as her mind had drifted to distant battlefields of the millennia past.

At the mouth of a hallway, where the lights had gone out to little notice or care, was the faintest hint of something.

"This is where meat is congregated for refuelling purposes, Number 56?"

"Indeed, the main storage is just past the Rage Spawn, their mating partners and the chaperone, Number 82."

The Silence spoke, the lights around the edge of the entrance flickered slightly, and everything returned to as it was before.

"They have been most unkind to our friend, Number 82."

"It is only right to be cautious after such poor hospitality, Number 56."

"We shall have to provide them with a small distraction then, Number 82."

Looking up, they could see the largest of their Brother's Toys making its way through the palace.

Two pairs of almost visible orbs quickly shared a glance in the gloom of the hallway and briefly lit up for a fraction of a second before fading again and returning their gaze upwards.

It was a simple matter of stretching the stone below the Toy out until it was as thin and as strong as plywood.

They were confident that the owners of this building would not notice. They usually did not.

They supposed that to flesh creatures, a hole was simply a hole.

As expected, the Toy crashed through multiple floors and landed heavily amongst the group below.

"WAR!!!" The two half-sisters shouted as the smiles returned to their faces. Ignautilauss regained the ability to move his face and joined in on the counterattack on their towering assailant.

Euphemia and Silazalious dug their way out of the rubble with Euphemia effortlessly throwing the massive sections of broken balconies as if the were weightless. Tunneling their way into an adjacent hallway, the couple found themselves surrounded by the chaos of battle with Shitbot Drones and Undefinable Drones locked in combat.

Dwyrion slowly peeled his eyes open to find himself laying upon a pile of rubble, looking around he saw his wife, half-sisters and their husbands fighting what was evidently a Shitbot Brawler Drone of the Circle Cult. As Ninaponineroza was slung by the Shitbot Brawler, she hit the ground and slid to her half-brother's feet. Noticing him hastily repairing the fresh cracks in her armor, she opted to congratulate him on finally awakening.

"So, you finally decided to wake up and help us instead of being a worthless lazy bastard!" She grunted as she resumed firing upon the nine-foot-tall war machine that fell through the ceiling.

Dwyrion let out an agonized sigh. "You're beginning to sound like my father, the last thing anyone needs is two of him!" He said as he finished healing his half-sister and trained his staff on the giant before them. "I have a plan."

"If it involves going back to sleep, I'm using you as a shield!" Ninaponineroza barked as a beam of light shot out from Dwyrion's staff and hit the Shitbot Brawler Drone. The hulking machine froze and locked up, but remained functional despite being immobilized. "Fire upon the floor around it!" Dwyrion ordered.

The women began blasting the floor out from beneath the Shitbot's feet as Ignautilauss extended his a mace from one arm and a hammer from the other and began pounding the ground, causing the balcony upon which the paralyzed war machine stood to buckle and begin crumbling until it the whole floor began to tilt down and the debris from the floors above began to slide towards the edge.

"And now for the part of my plan where we run!" Dwyrion exclaimed as he entered his horse form, covered in armor and ornamentation fit for a proficient strategist as Sofiabellikant, Ninaponineroza and D'Forrestallius switched to their horse forms. Solielitona folded herself into a cube and slid neatly underneath Ignautilauss' breastplate, which slammed shut as he climbed atop D'Forrestallius and into the saddle. The group bolted out of the room with unprecedented speed as the floor finally gave way and the Shitbot Brawler Drone dropped into the center of the atrium, hitting itself on the edge of every subsequent floor on the way down.

As the dust of the wreckage settled, two Shitbots walked through the debris as if it was not there. They were at the same time as solid as the metal they were made from and as insubstantial as air.

Above them, a dark mass clung to the ceiling and glided along with them as they moved onwards to the Mess Hall's kitchens.

"They were not very observant, Number 56."

"Yes, our Brother's would have noticed the lack of debris immediately, Number 82."

"Father does say we need to make allowances for flesh creatures, Number 56, more so for those that have not reached full maturity or do not understand how things should be."

"We have to make many allowances, Number 82."

"Indeed, Number 56, indeed."

They moved on through battle-scarred corridors until they came to the remarkably intact kitchens. Ovens had been left on and saucepans were boiling over on the hobs, making the room almost as smoky and dark as the underground tunnels they had come from.

The shadow broke off from the others and darted into the storerooms.

There was the sound of a fierce gale roaring around the abandoned kitchen, yet nothing in the room stirred in the slightest, not even the smoke.

They waited patiently until the sound gradually died off and the shadow returned to them. The Silence spoke once more.

"It appears that our friend is still hungry, Number 56."

"That is understandable, Number 82, they have not eaten properly in a considerable time."

"Then I suppose we should move on to the Flesh Banks, Number 56."

They let their sight expand and wander, seeking out the best path they could take that their friend could also follow. They flowed through even the most smallest of cracks wonderfully, but walls and doors seemed to give them trouble.

Most splendidly, the most efficient route was the path taken by the fleeing group of Rage Spawn. This should mean that the discord should already be silenced before they even got there.

Most excellent.

The Shitbots and the abyssal cloud that clung to them made their way to the Undefinable Drone Factory, their casual conversation and steady plodding lost in the greater chaos around them.

(15 minutes before current time.)

They had to agree that the Rage Spawn had conducted themselves most properly.

Although they lacked the skill and planning of their progenitors, they silenced the discord most pleasingly. The Silence also greatly enjoyed the taste their energy projectiles gave to the meat.

"Hah, we showed them!"

"To think we ran from such weaklings!"

Ninaponineroza and Soleilitona cackled maniacally as Dwyrion went over each of his sisters with his staff, sealing the many cracks in their armour that they had accumulated over the course of their last few fights.

"Yes. Any more fights that easy and I might actually have to make some serious repairs."

"Silence, you dopey fucker! If you could stay awake for more than five minutes and fought with us, maybe you wouldn't need to do any repairs at all."

Ignautilauss, Sofiabellikant and D'Forrestallius ran back down the corridor to the others to report on what they could work out about the situation.

"It seems that there are two major battles currently in progress, my lords. One for the swamp and one for the Drone Factory."

"Isn't the Drone Factory where mother is heading?"

"Yeah, those fucking Circle Cultists won't stand a chance taking that place."

A mirthless, hollow chuckle faded into the air around them, sending a tingle down the young Undefinable's spines. They looked behind them and noticed how dark the path behind them had become after their fight had managed to knock out the lights on the walls.

Yes…they, or the Circle Cultists, must have done it themselves.

Certainly.

Anyway, there was a war going on. The occasional strange sound was to be expected.

Dwyrion yawned and the building tension ebbed away as quickly as it had come.

"In that case, I think…"

The Drone Factory's security alarm went off and the sound of distant slamming doors could be heard. Dwyrion paused mid-sentence for but a moment, before continuing.

"I think we should go to the swamp."

Spooked as they were, they failed to notice that the path they had came from was not as dark as it once was. Instead, it had moved over to the far end of the path leading to the swamp.

The band of young warriors made their way quickly down towards the entrance of the swamp when Sofiabellikant suddenly raced a few steps ahead and stopped the group.

"There is something very wrong here. It shouldn't be that dark and it feels like there is something watching us intently. Do you not you feel it?"

"Hah, sounds like someone's turned craven."

A sudden gale-like roar filled the cramp corridor, accompanied by screeching electronic howls and ethereal wailing. It came at them with such a force that it actually felt like there was a storm suddenly racing through the tunnel towards them.

Ninaponineroza decided to defiantly shout back.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! I AM NO FRIGHTENED CHILD! YOU WILL HAVE TO DO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT TO SCARE ME!"

It was at this point that the the badly rent apart turret of a Brawler Drone was hurled at Ninaponineroza and would have caught her heavily in the chest if she hadn't pirouetted out of the way at the last second.

Soon a deluge of drone parts, both Undefinable and Shitbot, were being flung out of the darkness and rained heavily down upon the group as they tried to weather the steel hail descending now upon them.

Solielitona was being protected from the brunt of it by Ignautilauss shielding her with his body.

"It's…it's got to end soon, r-right? How m-many body parts can t-they possibly have?"

"Don't worry, dear, it'll be over soon. It's just an illusion and once this is over, I will teach those cowardly knaves some proper manners."

To their horror, the darkness began to advance, with the flung objects smashing all the lights and snuffing out all flames as it did so.

"FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID TRICKS! Er…this is a trick, i-isn't it?"

"Hah, whose turning craven now!"

As if the darkness was answering the question itself, the noise coming from the menacing void rose even further in intensity.

It was a sound that had bite to it.

Dwyrion looked more awake now than he had in days.

"After reviewing the current tactical situation, I feel the swamp is in much less danger of falling to the foe than the Drone Factory is and we should change course immediately."

The Undefinables transformed into their horse forms, apart whilst Solielitona's cube which was hurriedly locked within Ignautilauss' breastplate as he desperately clung unto D'Forrestallius as the group fled back down the corridor towards the Drone Factory.

Overcome by blind panic, which was certainly not helped by the sound of rapidly smashing glass coming from behind them, they bolted to the South Entrance of the Drone Factory.

Running so fast that they were unable to stop themselves from colliding with the security door, the jumbled mass of human and animal limbs hastily untangled themselves from each other as they all took their human forms once more.

Ninaponineroza hammered heavily on the door, yelling at the top of her lungs to be let in.

"Sister, it's a security door! You have to input the correct code before it will open."

"WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT OF A FUCKING DOOR IF IT DOESN'T FUCKING OPEN!"

"The first one does make a very good point, Number 56."

"Indeed, Number 82. If it did open easily, then it would be a Un-Security Door, and that would be of no use to anyone."

The group slowly turned towards the two strangers that had snuck up behind them.

They looked like the pictures and videos they had been shown of the Shitbots, but everything just seemed so wrong.

They seemed simultaneously too wide and too thin. They were too tall and too short. The dull lights of their eye burned brightly. The voice in which they had spoke sounded too organic and too mechanical. They seemed to radiate an aura of benevolence and maliciousness. Their neutral gaze watched them judgingly.

They were the most unreal creatures they had ever seen.

Above their heads, the darkness from before hung menacingly behind them. Seemingly being held at bay by the final two wall lights before the Security Door separating them from their mother and safety.

Before they could over come their shock, the two Shitbots in cheerful melancholy lifted their arms in symmetrical unison and smashed the last two lights, plunging everyone into darkness.

Terror took hold and Ignautilauss struck the door with all his might, bursting through with an icy cold wind rushing over him as he did so, a faint whistling sound ringing in his ears.

As soon as they had all got through, they desperately tried to bend the door back into place in order to hold off…hold off whatever the hell that was!

The sound of rushing wind and of something very heavy and very angry landing nearby made them stop what they were doing and quickly turn around.

With a feeling of immeasurable relief, they realised that it was Blütgrindor that stood before them.

"Oh! Uh… Hello mother!" Soleilitona said as she stood atop Ignautilauss' shoulders, trying to help him re-seal the door he broke.

Everyone was too distracted by this to notice the shadow slinking off towards the production floor of the factory.

There it waited for everyone to move on, so that it could feed in peace.

It was good at waiting.

All three of them were.