Amalgam Body 2015/11/25(Wed)14:52 No. 685712 ID: 9f5a86
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> Yuseta

No. Not just Yuseta. Multiple personalities fill my expanded mind, whispering in unison. Many experiences, memories, and emotions occupy my very being, clouding my true identity. This body is an amalgamation, and is constantly morphing, succumbing to the chaos within. I am Yuseta. I am Chrisa Massey. I am Stan Weathers. I am Gabriel. I feel like a god.

But my sights are set, and my mission is clear. Destroy. Merge. Rise.

> Put your hands up, slowly, to show you mean no harm, for now.

I could rend their flesh from a distance with the flick of a wrist with this power. They are in the way of my goal. I raise my arms, expecting them to step aside, but they don't. Their beady eyes do not leave me be, stuck in absolute awe at the marvel before them. My patience is wearing thin.

Just... fly with telekinesis.

They're not worth your time, they cannot stop you. Pierce into the advocate. Begin the final mental battle and mix with MORE minds. Awake Aiden. Awake everyone in there. Commence a mental war and battlefield. Rise far above the entire island, finish the mental war unaffected by the physical world and see the results.

It's time to finish this.

Tell them to move. There is no point in being afraid of what is to come.

1/5 Amalgam Body 2015/11/27(Fri)06:16 No. 685944 ID: 9f5a86
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> Just... fly with telekinesis.

Effortlessly, I float and rise into the fog-saturated air, observing as the Luken below gaze at me in sheer wonder. I set my sights on the metal shell before me and travel towards it.

2/5 Amalgam Body 2015/11/27(Fri)06:16 No. 685945 ID: 9f5a86
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> Pierce into the advocate.

Positioning myself above the opening, I prepare for the drop. Once inside, we will separate once again, this hideous body stripped of its integrity. It is time for this to end once and for all.

I thrust this body into the Advocate.

3/5 Stan Weathers 2015/11/27(Fri)06:16 No. 685946 ID: 9f5a86
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There is a strong pulling force that I sense before regaining consciousness. I find myself in some kind of disturbing dark void, little speckles of white scattered across. It very much resembles a starry night. I'm separate from the body now, and I can see smoky figures that resemble Chrisa and Yuseta close to me, already observing. I also have this smoky form, and it feels very much alike to when I was within Gabriel.

"That was strange. You looked like every other white dot for a moment there," I can hear Massey say, her voice sounding like it's reverberating.

"We're here now. The amalgam body is gone. Do you see Caelus?" Yuseta asks in slight desperation.

4/5 Stan Weathers 2015/11/27(Fri)06:17 No. 685947 ID: 9f5a86
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"What have you done?!" I hear in the distance. I turn around to see a familiar figure in the distance, frantic and whirling around in confusion.

5/5 Stan Weathers 2015/11/27(Fri)06:17 No. 685948 ID: 9f5a86
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I see something off the corner of my vision and turn again to see two stranger forms ahead, both in front of an oval-shaped case that would blend in perfectly with the void if not for the speckles lining it as well as the intense glow from within.

This is almost perfect. We three can split off and proceed this inevitable fray. I'm not sure how fighting will work in this form, but we've got to try what we can. I feel an intense welling of resolve inside me. This is it. This is the deciding point! Aiden, we're coming!

You can direct Massey, Weathers, and Yuseta to face one of three targets each. The targets are: Gabriel, Yuseta's parents, and Aiden's shell.

Let's go standard. Gabe vs. Stan, Yuseta vs. Parents while Massey saves the damsel in distress.

^-- this

1/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686055 ID: 9f5a86
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> Gabe vs. Stan

> Yuseta vs. Parents

> Massey saves the damsel in distress.

Weathers goes off and launches himself toward Gabriel, leaving Yuseta and I giving each other a blank glance before looking towards the other side. We knew what we had to do now. I direct my movement towards the shining cocoon up ahead while trying to keep distance from Yuseta's parents.

By now it's safe to say I'm dead in a sense, but as I'm still holding on to consciousness, I must do everything in my power to make things right. The laws of this form and this "world" are almost completely unknown to me, and I'm not certain how we can free Aiden or even get out of here after we do so, but I'm not going to mope around like a worthless cunt any longer.

2/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686056 ID: 9f5a86
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Even with the spacing I attempted, one of Yuseta's parents extends an arm out towards me, a translucent tentacle-shaped entity wrapping around my form and rendering me paralyzed. I wonder why Yuseta isn't already confronting them until I see her off to the side, floating towards the scene almost reluctantly.

"Yuseta!" I call out with my mind's voice. The tentacle suddenly stops before engulfing me entirely, and there is a sickening silence as Yuseta continues her approach. Her parents continue to stare at me as if trying to avoid the sight of something.

3/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686057 ID: 9f5a86
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"Mother! Father! Yes, it is me. It's your daughter," she says, trying to sound as firm as possible. Her parents don't waver, as if frozen in time. They're ignoring her. "Look at me! I at least deserve that!" she shouts. Slowly their heads turn to gaze down at her, and yet another long moment of awkward silence fills the void. They can't seem to think up of what to say to each other.

A male voice sounds, "What will you do then?"

"Is that what you ask of me?" Yuseta replies, offended. "After all the horrible things you made me do?"

A female's voice comes next, "How did you get here?"

"I don't believe this," a mix between sorrow and anger makes up her tone, "No 'sorry'? No anything? My own parents?"

Her father speaks after a few seconds, "Yuseta. I'm sorry."

Her mother also speaks, "I'm sorry, my daughter." They almost sound sincere.

"All of this was for conservation," Yuseta's father says.

"It was for the bloodline," her mother adds.

"We feared they would end us."

"The Anthros?" Yuseta asks.

"We decided to destroy their civilization, their way of life...before they would ours." I couldn't retort this, as the Premier's objectives were made clear to me. Either side was going to destroy the other. What was Yuseta wanting to accomplish now?

Well, my goal is clear. Now that Gabriel's body, the Anthro's version of the Advocate, is now gone and combined with this one, we must find a way to destroy it...and Aiden may be able to assist with that in some way.

4/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686058 ID: 9f5a86
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As they are distracted, I set my sight towards the cocoon once again and stretch what part of my form is free from the tentacle towards it, feeling the warmth of its energy growing ever stronger. As I close in on it, I sense a strong gravitational force, and I can't help as I am being sucked into the thing. Yuseta's father lets me go when a surge of energy courses through my form. My vision goes white and I feel myself being hurled into yet another sea of nothingness.

6/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:07 No. 686061 ID: 9f5a86
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I'm inside. Aiden is in front of me, brooding. I take the time to look around, noticing an almost grotesque sight of smoky figures trapped inside walls of pure white, wriggling helplessly. There is not much else to see here, and I decide not to waste anymore time, but before I can speak, Aiden takes the initiative.

"Man," he breathes out. "What a clusterfuck this is, huh? This whole plot?" I'm not sure what to say after that. "While I've been sitting in here, I found that I had a lot of time to think...and I've been thinking about this whole realm. I've been seeing visions of what's to come and what has already passed. This whole role that the feranthros worship, the one with me, turned out to be a lot more special than I once thought. I'm a source of power more than anything. The Link...the mind magic..."

"What are you talking about?" I interrupt. "Aiden, we didn't come all this way to have a chat. We can talk after we get the hell out of here."

"No, you need to listen to this, Massey," he responds. "I knew it was a good idea to 'contact' you guys with the remaining power I had, and I know you went through hell and back to get to me, but," he sighs deeply. "You are going to be very disappointed when you hear this."

>>686061
Self Sacrifice? Are you going to pull that card? Well, yeah I'm dissapointed if you do. All this power, with everything that's happened, we can't come up with a creative solution?

Also, who's to say you can trust your source Aiden, about the future? If you're even comprehending it right, that you weren't convinced or turned somehow by Yuseta's parents who are probably insanely charismatic to get ALL of this shit to happen on the feranthro side?

Here's an argument card you might have to pull up Massey:
You have the responsibility, not only as a man of the law, but as an feranthro, to survive this mess. To LEAD here. There IS no other that can. Your brother can't. Your father can't. Yuseta and Stan cannot either. You have no blood on your hands, Aiden. The only feranthro who knows the truth and is ultimately innocent.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/29(Sun)05:24 No. 686209 ID: 9f5a86
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> Self Sacrifice? Are you going to pull that card? Well, yeah I'm dissapointed if you do. All this power, with everything that's happened, we can't come up with a creative solution?

I pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. "You aren't thinking of sacrificing yourself?" His continued silence causes me to grow angry. "So that's it then?! After all this, you can't think of a more creative solution to this?"

"I've thought for a long while, like I said before," he turns his head to look at me. "Look, Massey, tell me this. What are we going to do when we break out of here? The energy accumulated in here is too great and the Advocate will become more unstable than ever. It has the potential to annihilate the entire island. Surely you can agree with me that a thing like this cannot be allowed to exist any longer. I'm not just planning on ending my life to get rid of the powers...I also want to destroy this horrible monstrosity once and for all."

"How the hell is ending your life going to solve this?" I ask.

"I have the power to control the Advocate. We might all feel like we're one with it, but we have not reached such a level. With enough power, I can take over the Advocate, then destroy it by destroying myself."

"I can't believe you're suggesting this."

"I know it's unfair, but just think about this. What else can we do?" He turns around again, gazing off dreamily. He grunts in realization. "Of course, it doesn't HAVE to be me, but then how will we even escape from this realm? We don't have bodies anymore, and Essences cannot exist outside of a realm like this. How do we even attain a new body? And if I live, even with the Advocate gone, the powers will still remain. Think of how that would continue to affect our society! There's still so much I don't even know."

If we knew for certain that destroying this thing would solve the issue I might agree with you. But we don't know for certain. Even with you controlling it there could be horrible repercussions to destroying it like that.

So here is a thought. We help you take this thing over and then we take our time figuring out how to disarm it. Get Mel down here to study it and we find a way to slowly render it harmless.

Maybe if we figure out a way of pulling our bodies out of here we can start putting all the souls this thing has trapped back. Slowly remove the source of its power while freeing the people stuck here.

>>686209
There's nothing inherently wrong with the powers, Aiden, just like how there's nothing wrong with hands, or eyes, or any other part of our body. The society and government will adapt, with the Premier out of the way, assuming Stan took care of him, new government is going to have to reform. It will be slow, feranrtho's will eventually intergrate, and we'll probably all just go back to being feranthro's again because of the burden of maintaining Astoga over a large population as we start to spread out and make artificial islands. There will be assholes, people that will kill with these powers

You CAN'T be sure killing yourself with the Advocate will do the deed completely.

Also, well, if you and the Advocate have to be destroyed to accomplish your goal, well, we have to go with it since you don't think we can leave anymore. That means killing everything, everyone in here. That's mass murder, Aiden, if all these lights are a person. There's quite a bunch here that probably didn't choose to be here. So you're going to kill me, your partner, and a little girl in the body of an adult along with yourself. Okay, teenager, I'm not sure. But that's the plan, right?

With your powers of this magnitude, who KNOWS what's possible?

>>686209
If the power stored in the Advocate is sufficient, recreating your bodies would both allow you to escape it, and safely 'defuse' it be expending that power in a controlled manner.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/30(Mon)17:31 No. 686406 ID: 9f5a86
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> If we knew for certain that destroying this thing would solve the issue I might agree with you.

> You CAN'T be sure killing yourself with the Advocate will do the deed completely.

"You don't even know for certain if destroying the Advocate like that would solve everything, do you? This is obviously a lot more complex than that."

"No, maybe not. You're right that I don't know for sure, but there are some things that I do know, and I DO know that I'm a source for a lot of this crazy stuff. So is the Advocate. If it doesn't solve everything, it will solve most of it, and then what is remaining of our society will have to sort the rest out."

> There's nothing inherently wrong with the powers, Aiden, just like how there's nothing wrong with hands, or eyes, or any other part of our body.

"Is getting rid of the powers truly necessary? There's nothing inherently wrong with them. Our society can adapt to them, find ways to control them if it gets too out of hand. We've already gone far enough to change our figures entirely with the Astoga."

"Sometimes the power is too much," he explains. "It will wind up too strong for our technology to handle. It will be very difficult to maintain order in our society with these sort of powers. Think of the manipulation and horrible deeds that people could pull off with it...It would be so easy."

"Do you think the power is evolving in a way? From my experience, there only seem to be a select few that have really grown incredibly proficient with the powers."

"That's what I mean," Aiden states. "People with power that measures my own or Stan's...they can cause serious problems for everybody if they ever have bad intentions." He sighs and paces a bit. "This is so complicated. We keep circling back to chance. We can't assume our society can control this in the future, at any point."

"Let's take a few steps back then," I start. "The Advocate. You want to destroy it and get rid of the powers entirely by destroying yourself."

"That's my resolve, yes."

> That means killing everything, everyone in here. That's mass murder, Aiden, if all these lights are a person. There's quite a bunch here that probably didn't choose to be here.

"Have you thought about everyone else in here? All the people? Me? Stan? Yuseta? What do you think will happen to us?"

He looks off and ponders before speaking again, "You're all in here? Damnit..." He wonders again, worriedly. "If I could just figure out how we can exit whole, this wouldn't be as big of an issue. I can't just create matter. We have to use something...but maybe I'm going in over my head here, thinking I can do something as insane as making a body out of something else."

Our bodies went somewhere when we got here so it should be possible to put them back together again.

The Advocate's power is the power of thousands of minds chained together for one purpose. If we can figure out a way to free them then all the power you are so worried about will be spread out again and less of a threat.

And we don't have to do this alone. You should be able to reach out to all sorts of people from here and get ideas on what to do.

Blowing everything up is a short term fix that might make things even worse.

>>686406
Advocate goo. I mean, the advocate is made out of something. It IS artificial. Probably made by Precursors or something from before feranthros. Somehow, our language ended up on the fucking side of the shell supporting it. There's a whole world outside this island we barely know nothing about.

Let's just repurpose the psychic goo or whatever matter makes up the advocate.

Or, well, we form artificial bodies using a variety of elements. We're carbon organic lifeforms, we should be able to psychically recreate our bodies with the elements of the earth.

Or, Plan C, swallow the entire island in the advocate and just make a new life in here. It wouldn't be so bad. We're in a mental construct of a room so we can form our realities in here, we can choose our forms at will, and we can't actually kill each other, so... the genocide of either Anthros or Luken will be impossible.

Plan C sounds like it's out of a horror show, but honestly, it wasn't painful being processed by the advocate, so... yeah, not really a bad end, all things considered. We're making a choice for everyone though, which IS a dick move. Also, if anyone outside the island makes contact... things are going to get complicated.

>If it doesn't solve everything, it will solve most of it, and then what is remaining of our society will have to sort the rest out."

>We can't assume our society can control this in the future, at any point.

Aiden, you're making an assumption about society in your first argument in support of yourself, but then take it back to fight OUR argument. You never did well in debate club, did you?

Aiden Schar 2015/12/01(Tue)18:18 No. 686515 ID: 9f5a86
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> Our bodies went somewhere when we got here so it should be possible to put them back together again.

> Let's just repurpose the psychic goo or whatever matter makes up the advocate.

"We can use the Advocate itself, can we not?" Massey asks.

"Huh?"

"Sure. It must be made of something. You think you can repurpose organic matter, or any matter? Well, here we are, surrounded by it."

"Massey, I know that seems like a good idea..." I pause for a moment. "And, I mean, it's definitely a solution, but we'd be spreading out the power amongst hundreds or thousands of new bodies, wouldn't we?"

"Perhaps, but it's a suggestion."

> Or, Plan C, swallow the entire island in the advocate and just make a new life in here. It wouldn't be so bad. We're in a mental construct of a room so we can form our realities in here, we can choose our forms at will, and we can't actually kill each other, so... the genocide of either Anthros or Luken will be impossible.

She continues on after taking a deep breath. "There is something else, and I'm not sure how you feel about it, but I'm at the point where I just don't see many other options. If we can somehow spread this lifeform, we can cover the island and-"

"What?!" I shout, already getting the idea. "Why would you want to do that? What about all those lives..."

"Everyone has been moved to the Underground," Massey says. She looks off to the side, as if trying to remember something. "And if I remember protocol correctly, when people are moved there, they are eventually moved to the port, and then-"

"Moved to the vessels," I finish her sentence. She nods with a weak smile.

"Operation Exodus."

"But what about...surely people would still be here, and Mel..."

"It has been a day since Mel teleported us to the Crystarium. He should be with everyone else by now. The Militia would have seen to that since they transported him in the first place." I am about to ask what the hell they were exactly up to while I was down here, but I brush it off, feeling it doesn't matter anymore. "The only people actually standing on Primorida right now are the feranthros, some Militia, and some cops most likely." She sighs quietly and folds her arms, looking down at the ground.

"I need to think," I say shakily.


I walk a few paces away and look up into the white void surrounding us. I close my eyes and think. I still can't believe I'm standing in this strange zone, thinking about the fate of the entire island. Out of all the losers on this rock, it had to be me that was the child tied to a crazy prophecy. But here I am now, and it is time to think of how to carry this out once and for all.

Convert everybody in here to have a new form out of the Advocate's flesh. To do this would mean everybody in here would get a body again, including Yuseta's parents and all the feranthros that were sacrificed. I cannot read the minds of thousands of people and I do not know who would have bad intentions and use their powers for wrong. It would be a bit of a mess, but I could possibly control it with the help of my friends.

Cover Primordia in the Advocate. Resource scarcity, suffering, death, and war would be a thing of the past. Everybody in here would take it upon themselves to find their happiness with the sheer strength of their own mind and willpower. Primordia can start again, or the people in the vessels can move on to another nation and merge.

>>686515
Blob end is best end
but Wild Wild West with psychic powers sounds funner and more fulfilling.

Fuck it, I know Blob end was my suggestion, but it's too easy and limiting. If Mel's escaped the island, it means never seeing our brother again. I'm going for reconstructing all bodies with the Advocate's flesh since it means we might see Mel again.

Interesting thing about it is that you'll be true Anthros, you, Stan, and Massey, and will never have to worry about turning ever again, since you're reconstructing a lifeform from scratch and can get rid of that feranthro junk DNA that leaves you susceptible to transformation. Even though your feranthro at base, you'll always identify as an Anthro, and such a massive change late in your life is unhealthy.

Hmm... I wonder. Maybe you CAN mix both endings. Eat everyone, rebuild everyone, take away the link by genetically engineering the link and powers away. Their TRUE forms, the one they identify as, will automatically be constructed since I imagine you're doing a cheap and quick reconstruction based off of everyone's mental perception of themselves.

The blob solution seems like living in a "false" world forever, which can't last and will only lead to depression. So despite the apparent advantages I think it's better to convert.

While Blob End is Best End in isolation, it doesn't work when Operation Exodus is taken into account. It effectively leaves a bigger advocate to exploit, and leaves it squatting undefended over the city everyone who was just evacuated wants to return to. A big juicy target for the exact same lust for power that we're trying to solve.

1/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:28 No. 689168 ID: 9f5a86
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> Eat everyone, rebuild everyone, take away the link by genetically engineering the link and powers away. Their TRUE forms, the one they identify as, will automatically be constructed since I imagine you're doing a cheap and quick reconstruction based off of everyone's mental perception of themselves.

Wait...yes...How did I not think of this before? Why can't I try to accomplish a mix of both? By spreading the Advocate all across Primordia, I can not only shape and reconstruct everyone inside so that they can retain their original forms, but I can also disable anybody who may try to attack the Advocate's mass as well through some kind of forcefield made from a combination of everyone's power, in case this process takes a while. And making the anthro gene a permanent thing would set a foundation for many genrations to come. It's brilliant. I know what to do now! It might not be pretty, but it's the best chance I have to make everything right.

I turn to Massey and walk up to her, beaming. "Massey, thank you. Thank you for coming back for me and going through this. I'm going to do my best to make everything right."

Massey looks puzzled for a moment, and then scoffs. "Oh, quit it with the sappy shit, Aiden. Just do you what you gotta do." She smiles after a moment. "If we didn't trust you, do you think we would have come all this way? I'm sure you'll make the right decision."

2/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:28 No. 689170 ID: 9f5a86
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I nod back excitedly, shuffling my feet a bit as if trying to find a good position. I try to relax and once again close my eyes. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I know I'll find a way, no matter how long it takes. I feel myself float, and then an overwhelmingly intense warmth washes over me - Massey's power coupled with my own. The barrier around us starts to break.

8/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:30 No. 689176 ID: 9f5a86
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The experience was unlike anything I've ever been through. No one can imagine just what this felt like, having so many warm souls within arm's reach and accomplishing the work of a god. Surely, but gradually, one by one, I reconstructed the flesh of the Advocate, granting a chunk to each soul and wrapping them within like a neat package. Forming of the peoples' bodies seemed like a daunting task, but I was able to mold each soul's flesh according to what form they occupied before they entered the Advocate, which I was able to read through their minds. With so many inside, I won't deny that it felt like a lengthy and challenging process, but I couldn't possibly explain the happening itself. I almost still felt like I was in some kind of bizarre dream, not exactly knowing how I was managing to achieve such meticulous crafting of cells, bone, fur, and every other complexity of the body.

Regardless, the work was finished, but then I turned my attention to the Link and wondered if I would be able to alter that as well. It became quickly evident that this was something that ran a lot deeper. It was within the blood of the Hyuro, but it was a strange, supernatural connection that could not be broken. Even if I could not simply remove and eliminate the source, I decided that I could not let these powers spread. I diverted the source, compressing it into my own body. The only way it could truly vanish now would be through my own death, but after seeing so much life radiate under the palm of my own hand, I realized how incredible and precious it really was. I would be the only person on the island with these powers, as I was the only person I could trust with them.

10/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:31 No. 689178 ID: 9f5a86
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The mass of the Advocate receded with every body I crafted, until eventually it all sinked back to its source, the Lower City. I woke up, surrounded by so many. I was filled with relief. I knew at that moment that I had succeeded. There was so much joy around me, families reuniting and people overwhelmed by the concept of having been reborn. I eventually reunited with them all: Massey, Weathers, Yahl, and Yuseta. Our bodies appeared and FELT perfect, as if we never lost them. I still wonder how I was able to do something so incredibly complex, especially considering I'm not some kind of specialist in Anthro or feranthro anatomy. Perhaps our DNA was stored within the Advocate itself? I still didn't fully understand everything about the Advocate, but I guess now it existed in all of us in a sense.

11/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:31 No. 689179 ID: 9f5a86
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No one quite remembered what happened within the Advocate, but communities began to rapidly reform. I helped rebuild the homes of the Lower City that were destroyed in the mass. Yahl became the new leader of the Luken. The supporters of the Hyuro were greatly outnumbered, Yuseta's parents retreating lower down the chain and being subdued by the populace for their actions. Yuseta herself expressed happiness at this new development, seeing a great future ahead.

I tried to surpress my powers while I was in the Lower city, but many felt my aura and remembered who I was - Caelus. They felt obligated to worship me as a god, but I was quick to cast that away respectfully. Regardless, they now knew what I was truly capable of, and claimed my name would be passed down the line for centuries.

12/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:32 No. 689180 ID: 9f5a86
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As the Lower City was continuing to undergo its renovations, the remaining Anthros, now "true" Anthros, decided to make the trip back up to the Upper, looking to send out a signal to the vessels that had left the island. I made the trip with them, and with enough scavenging across the ruin, we managed to do just that.

13/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:32 No. 689181 ID: 9f5a86
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I was able to talk to Mel again. He and Jai were within the vessel, doing just fine. They all had landed on the shore of an uncharted piece of land. A month had passed since they left Primordia, which was a big surprise to me considering it didn't seem to take that long to reconstruct the mass. Regardless, I was overjoyed to hear they were doing alright. After several sessions of communication, they announced that they would be preparing to head back to Primordia.

Questions were asked as to how we were not a part of Operation Exodus, but we dismissed it by claiming we were held by the feranthros, but then released by rebels who are now the prominent portion of the Lower City populace, seeking to better their image to us all. No one was around to say otherwise.

14/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:32 No. 689182 ID: 9f5a86
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A new government was established another month later, one that was a vast improvement over our previous system. With the help of Yahl and Yuseta's peaceful demonstrations as well as Massey's, Weathers', and my testimonies, a new system was built around the integration of Luken to our ways of life as well as tolerance to their peaceful cultures. It was a bit of a tough transition, but we became used to the huge change with time. No longer would they be treated as slaves. Our new Premier sought for them to be educated and considered productive and valuable members to our new society. This wasn't to say every Luken wanted to be a part of our society. Those that volunteered to stay in the Lower continued to be watched over and led by Yahl and Jai.

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After years of diligent, hard work, our society became stable again, and our island stood tall, crowned with shining skyscrapers reaching towards the heavens once more. Life almost seemed to go back to normal when everything had recovered. All three of us - Weathers, Massey, and I - went back into the force, continuing to build on our careers as if nothing had happened. Mel returned to the Primordia Research Institute once again under heavy recommendations, and he sought to continue his work on teleportation theory as well as other ingenious inventions to make life on Primordia that much easier.

Understandably, work was not nearly as demanding and dangerous as it used to be. We found ourselves helping the Luken harmonize with our society through education, processing, and training.

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It was evident they had a lot of potential, and all those years we spent subjecting them to slave labor was seen as a dark part of our history. From now on we can only imagine how much more prolific our society will become with their help. Times were looking to be so much better for Luken and Anthro alike, and I could imagine nothing but a brighter future for Primordia, despite all the craziness it had to go through to get to this point.

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...I too see a bright future.

>>689188
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

Looks like Gabriel is still kicking around.

BUT AT WHAT COST!??@#!?!?!

Great to see you pulled through and finished this :D they're all alive and everyone is happy and gabe is particularly happy

Whoo!
Gabe, easy man, they got this far, let 'em get farther and just enjoy the ride til you die of natural causes.
Don't tell me you're not enjoying the ride of being a normal person not in a prison killing peeps. You like it.

Didn't see Massey and Aiden gettin' together, but well hey, why not?