![]() ![]() The connection cut, Seth-Iavow’s presence disappearing from his mind. ![]() He abruptly became aware of screaming, not his own, but that of his defender, of his War Leader. And, worse, it slowly crept closer to the fires, slowly sapped away at them.Ī wall fell, the flames doused, a strange feeling of non-feeling spreading over and through his mind, overwhelming. Burning fire evaporated the wave, continuously, endlessly, but the wave seemed just as endless. ![]() The Way, brought by the War Leader, rallied, steadfast, attempting to repulse this strange, alien invader. The bloodlust quieted where the The Other passed, naught but numbness remaining, even the pain was swept away by the cooling wave. The Other crashed into the Citadel of Calm offered by The Way, like a tide sweeping across land. Something not of the way, not the organic adaption, not the careful enlightenment that he had long since been cut off from, not the gentle connection and empathic medium. On one side, The Way, the citadel and fortress of calm and control. He was far too distracted by another kind of pain.Ī pain of the mind, born of a conflict. He didn’t notice that, however, nor did he notice the wet, metallic liquid dripping down his face. ![]() He pushed back into his seat, feeling as if every single nerve in his body simultaneously fired as one, his muscles clenching and unclenching. The enemy completed whatever it was building a surprisingly organic look The enemy didn’t immediately start attacking, pausing for a few moments, before the right arm began to glow, pouring out bright, glowing green masses, which began to coalesce on the floor, underneath the shield where he was unable to destroy it for good measure. He cursed, regretting not having enough energy to overcharge the Chronotron Cannon, something which would have a much greater effect, doubtlessly. He didn’t stop attacking, even when the enemy completely destroyed his base and his units, nor even when the enemy turned around to face him. The enemy ignored him, its strange shield defending it against his attacks, and the attacks of his units, even as the enemy cut down his support. He could feel the bloodlust build up, attempting to consume his mind, but unable to breach the citadel of The Way provided by Seth-Iavow. The enemy attacked, laying waste to the meager forces he had built up for now. Better chance of getting what I wanted, since fine control was useful more or less only against masses of targets. In this case, it was probably better to go for the former. Two exclusive paths, seemingly extensive Power, with moderate Control, or extensive Control, with moderate Power. They had many ways to maximize psychic power, other ways to maximize the ability to manipulate it. They had throughput, efficiency and capacity issues, so they tended towards using it on the small scale where it was more useful.Īs always, my throughput, efficiency and capacity far exceeded the Scrin’s own, a trait I’d abused before, and a trait that I was going to abuse now. Conversion of energy into psychic power, storage of said power, high level manipulation of such. It was efficient, for Scrin technology, both size and energy wise. Not exactly true, as the capabilities of the two were quite different, but the comparison was accurate. I’ve talked about it before, some time ago, calling it a scaled down Psychic Beacon, which is still quite true. I tapped into the knowledge of the Scrin, and, more specifically, the knowledge of the Manipulator Device. ![]()
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