Chapter 13-12 The Silent War (I)

Chapter 13-12 The Silent War (I)

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PRIORITY 0 ALERT INBOUND:

Incubus,

You are to suspend all ongoing operations immediately. A situation of paramount priority has transpired.

As of thirty seconds ago, Council Elder Mwaba DRongos shadow-detail was neutralized. The cause behind their deaths is under investigation, but details remain unclear.

Presently, the elders mind is undefended.

You have been chosen as Talon-1 for your skill in Deep-Nether operations and distinguishing valor along with other members of high-priority flash-response strike cells. With the urgent situation at hand, we ask you to devote your efforts once more and ensure the elders security.

Your next proxy is being dead-dropped now. The full briefing will be included within its sequencesall phantasmics are green for this operation.

It is preferable that you do not alert the Paladins or Exorcists to your presence, but the elder is priority 0. Repeat: Elder Mwaba DRongo is priority 0.

We cannot stress the severity of risk presented by a compromise on such a level. The elders mental sanctity must be preserved, but should you find confirmation of memory-based tampering of any nature, then engage based on the guidelines of Code Winter.

Burn everything. Let nothing of the leakage escape. Redact all details of your presence thereafter.

Your proxy has arrived.

We place our confidence in you in leading your fellow Incubi.

Form your cells. Ascertain the situation. Respond accordingly. You have in-dive command.

Unity is Destiny.

-Incubi Priority Alert

13-12

The Silent War (I)

DRongos ego-rending pain was succulence. When paired with the imbibement of her deepest memories and the sequences to her phylactery it was made ever-sweeter. Her pain was a delight to feel, while her secrets offered new fathoms to delve into.

And then came the matter of her phantasmics

Though most of what she had to offer was meant to support administrative work and the traumas chambered in her Ghostjack were a disappointment, there was a singular construct that clutched the totality of Avos attention.

Its design was that of a smashed mirror frame, but through the opening once occupied by a pane of glass was a murky pathway into what appeared to be a reflected palace. He had found it hidden between two larger-capacity phantasmics, and it took him a moment to understand what he had discovered.

Phylacteries were strange things. Avo had interacted with them beforeor at least the memories that Walton granted him recalled such affairs. Regardless, their functionality went beyond the merely cognitive and into thaumaturgic. Though there were sequences involved in its creation, the phantasmal end was merely an anchor to another vessel.

If DRongo were to be murdered, the phantasmic would activate in an instant and inject her being over through to the other side.

It was due to that very reason Avo didnt manipulate the construct overmuch. It wouldnt do to have her be shunted over along with him. There had been a few cases of Necros being caught within the minds of Regulars as they shunted out from their present bodies. What followed could be described as two minds being put through a metaphysical blendertheir cognitive selves mangled into each other, leaving their Essence spilling out adrift where they were.

Such was also a common Incubi tactic to ensure the final deaths of each Regular they killed during the war.

Still, it was a useful structure, and he would find the time to siphon the fullness of its nature.

With his Frame, he wouldnt be able to use it himself, but that didnt mean there werent other uses it could be applied to. Hence, he buried his own ghosts around its base sequences, hiding them deep in the soil of DRongos subconscious functions to form his Auto-Seance when the time came. Perhaps the Incubi would be able to uncover his machinations if they were through enough, but in such a case, he would simply choke off the pathway of her escape to ensure her final demise.

Skill was a constant endeavor if one wished to be a Necro, but preparation was an absolute necessity.

Cast a master into an unfamiliar mind without time nor reference and watch them fall to an opponent that would typically be regarded as far lesser.

With his final adjustments made, he stopped invoking his Haemokinesis and the dilation of time settled back to normalcy.

Shifting back out to the borders of her thoughtstuff, he studied the elders mindscape as her consciousness inched back from the torpor and incoherence he infused within her.

She would remember the beginning of their conversation. She would suspect Walton of having breached the walls of her mind again. Sowing such a seed of deception would grant a logical track for her ire to progress while keeping him an unknown.

The amusing matter of Chambers being an acolyte was unsalvagable. Ori-Thaum had clearly been misled by misattributions and ostensible details without fully grasping what was moving behind the scenes. It would serve him better anywaythe more eyes he could shift over to Chambers in engagements, the less would be on him.

That kept his window of attack wide and the threats he needed to manage low.

This also meant that he probably needed to get Chambers a second cycler at some point.

If the man was going to be bait, his reusability might as well be ensured.

Thoughtstuff rife with murky confusion brushed against Avo like surf crashing upon a beach. The veil of psychosis lifted from DRongo slowly, and she arose from her pseudo-slumber with feelings of hatred already primed.

Her disgust with his father was pure and immediate, and when her mind called out for him with insults and taunts demanding that he show himself, Avo knew his task here to be done.

Now, it was time for a shift in mindset. Things were about the get dynamic, and the beast chuffed inside him as his predatory urges filled his being.

There were unknown Necros infesting Oversec C1. He wasnt sure who they were, but freeing DRongo from his direct presence would soon let him confirm if the Incubi were involved.

Without his suppression, it likely wouldnt take long before a new cell shifted over into her thoughts to secure her sequences. If such a situation came to be, he thought it best that he make himself sparse. No sense in undoing all his circumspect preparations for a bout of amusement.

Besides, he had another mind to secureother theaters of thought to fight and engage across Oversec C1.

So far, the lobby of Oversec C1 remained quiet, and the Exorcists and Paladins rode the circuitry of memories ignorant to infiltrators roaming between the details and beneath the surging currents of thougthstuff.

This was to be a silent war. An engagement of utmost secrecy for the ones that groped through the shadows of recollection seeking to fulfill objectives unknown and bound for destinations unseen.

Such ignorance offended Avo, and so he would seek his initial remedy by returning to the compromised mind of Abrel Greatling.

If nothing else, there would be nothing connecting a potential engagement in her shattered palace to the missing pieces within DRongos memories.

Someone had accessed their sequence from another. The mem-data was being alteredsmall changes and specific artifactsadditions. Someone was spoofing beneath existing structures within the scenes, someone was

An ocean of trauma struck, burrowing through her wards in a coruscating barrage. A spike of pain flashed through her mind and suddenly, her thoughts grew slippery. In the periphery of her fading awareness, she sensed Shard-2 cast out her own traumas before she herself was struck dozen times in return.

Thoughtstuff and severed memories spurted free from her like intestines tumbling out of an opened stomach, but against all odds, Shard-2 managed to jack out.

Shard-1 laughed.

She was wrong. Shard-2 really was something.

Her damage was severe, though. She hoped her partner would make it. She hoped

Something reached into her mind, invasive ghosts licking down the rents of her damaged cognition. She was supposed to do something if her mind was compromised. She was supposed to she was supposed

She could remember. It was hard to think. Getting harder to

The intruder spoke then, his voice a deep sibilant whisper tinged with hunger and brutality. +Good Necro. Found it. Going to have to move the phantasmic now.+

+II+ she tried to respond.

+Command cant hear you. I removed the connection. Dont think your companion will survive either. Tasted some of her damage. Inner memories. Pieces of her ego are missing.+

An unwilling sadness filled Shard-1. She didnt know Shard-2 before this day. She didnt even like her. But in these last moments, she wanted the other Incubus to live, for someone to make it out.

+Yes,+ the intruder spoke. +Good hurt. Still human. Too human.+

+Whawhat+

+Not going to kill you,+ he said. She could feel a burning excitement build inside of him.

+Why why?+

+Have another use for you. Another means of damage.+

She felt his ghosts twist the fabric of her memories then. In the real, her body twitched and spasmed. The world was cold on one end but hot on the other. Something was like a frozen flame in her skull, and it was familiar to her somehow? She couldnt rememberher thoughts werent even hers anymore.

+Another one of yours will come soon. They will extract you. Need you to make this delivery for me. Want to see how they react.+ He released a slow chuffing laugh. +Want to see if they start thinking Highflame has your weapon.+

More of her mental interior was remolded. She let out a sigh and stopped trying to think.

She just needed to do what he wanted. That was good. She wanted to do what he wanted.

This was her choice.

***

It would not be the Incubus choice to set off the Conflagration when she arrived back with her cell, but his instead.

He had to admittheir awareness impressed and intimidated him. To find his Auto-Seance from such minutiae meant he needed to take more extreme means to hide his intrusions. If he didnt have a secondary entry point via Geunne the Exorcist, it would have been an ugly encroach.

The Attention Pylons, meanwhile, were less than a joke with their limited detection capabilities. He didnt even bother downloading any of their sequences.

Across his Auto-Seance, DRongos mind still seemed silent of any other cognitions but her own. How odd they were proceeding with more caution accessing their own elder than dealing a Highflame Godclad.

With Shard-1 subverted, he looked through the memories stored on her proxy and found himself more than a little annoyed.

Proxies were like wearing another mind with specific built-in blinders. He wasnt going to find out where she lived or other private accounts, but she would serve as a poisoned piece of bait all the same.

A strike cell would come for her soon, and when they extracted her from Abrels mind, he fully intended to set off the Conflagration he had connected.

If nothing else, this would spike paranoia within Ori-Thaum.

They were the only ones with such a weapon. But for it to be used against them and after some of their Incubi accessed a Golds mind no less.

Well, that would create the most interesting theories.

Avo was tired of other people creating problems for him. He wanted to start doing things the other way.

After remodifying the sequences and artifacts he was using in Abrels mind, waited a moment to ensure the placidity of her broken palace.

+Thanks for being useful,+ Avo whispered.

Abrel moaned something animalistic.

Jumping down into Oversec C1 thereafter, he found himself dancing from mind to mind, seeking disturbances in the undertow as he made his way closer and closer to where he sensed the Low Masters.

He approached methodically and carefully, using his Whisper while hiding between memories.

And just as well.

As he slipped through a logistical phantasmic, he found the first signs of another engagement in the form of six broken Incubi lingering near the high-capacity thoughtwave trap he left behind earlier while passing through.

With how they drifted through the Nether, mostly hollow of memories and thoughtstuff, Avo studied the nulled beings as their dissolution continued.

And with how neat and thorough their eradication was, there existed only one set of suspects exceeding hisand the Incubisskill set.

The Low Masters were in the muck now too.

Avo hardened his will.

He cast his Whisper out across the sequence, charging Secondhand Fatality to the forefront as he prepared himself to face his fathers properly for the first time.

And as he drew closer to the mental husks left behind, he could see threads of thoughtstuff flowing between the leaking ghosts, carrying whispered thoughts between them.