Post by Gigachad on Jul 3, 2022 19:15:03 GMT
Is this really the destination? That might be something going through the minds of the foreigners entering sight of the “tea house” that had been open to the public. It looks like a 20-kilometer-wide sphere of metal with holes equidistantly spaced along its “equator” that vessels and, more disconcertingly, people, freely move in and out of. A polite voice urges any foreign visitors to enter the establishment and enjoy their stay.
Should they do so, they’d find the inside of the sphere to be far different than its outside. The metal airlock gives way to a stunning vista of gardens ringing a massive open-air oriental building in the center of the flat plane, the air above a holographic sky mimicking the teal-blue atmosphere of Dakalia III.
Within the building a thousands of humanoids of varying appearance. The most common physical features are white-jade skin, black hair, and black eyes with irises glowing some color (usually white), but many others go a different route entirely, with some having wholly mechanical-looking bodies, differing body colorations, multiple arms, or other such changes.
There seem to be seven major groups present. Spread across the building are figures in green and brown robes with a prominent tree symbol woven within. Judging by their behavior, they seem to be the caterers and thus part of the Jade Forest sect. The next group occupies the center of the pavilion, with members wearing pale pink and white robes with gold decoration with a lotus symbol displayed somewhere. Then a group with green and white robes with a symbol of three stars, another with teal and dark pink with an ornate and curving lightning symbol, yet another with white and red with a crane symbol, another with charcoal and dark orange with a mountain symbol, and lastly a group with dark blue, black, and silver robes with a dragon symbol. These six groups seem to be afforded the most respect, with no other group matching them in numbers or the attention they’re getting. A quick scan of the Ancnet would reveal these as the six Solar Powers, or the strongest sects in the empire, with the pink and white group being the Divine Lotus Blossom sect, rulers of the empire for over two centuries. The others would be the Emerald Nebula sect, Prismatic Jade Lightning sect, Heavenly Stellar Crane sect, Immortal Solar Mountain sect, and Pulsar Light Dragon sect respectively.
Beyond these groups, a wide variety of strange figures sit and converse among themselves or with others, many with empty seats available at the tables they rest at.
In one, a pair sit together. A serene-looking male with flowing black hair and white synthetic skin. His eyes are glowing pale yellow with black sclera. Sitting beside him is a young man with a slender body covered in golden metal plates along with a human face of red synthetic skin. His long, wild mane of hair glows pale blue, as do his eyes, which have black sclera.
Another is dominated by an obese-looking man with charcoal-black skin, white-glowing eyes, and no hair to speak of. Despite his bulk, when he gestures or moves, his body displays precision and finesse not normally associated with the morbidly rotund.
Yet another patron is a nine-foot-tall figure of sculpted red artificial musculature covered by shining bronze plates with a Buddha-like face mask.
One more is a young-looking woman with pale green skin, flower petal-like pinkish red hair, and similarly colored eyes. She frequently seems to get speak with others, all of whom treat her with great respect.
Another is a sinister-looking figure with black hair, glowing white-irised eyes, and skin which can best be described as horizontally-segmented silver metal, like the underbelly of a snake. A similarly-colored snake, in fact, is draped across the person’s body, some thirty feet in length.
Yet another is a small group, with dark blue, silver, and gold robes with what seems to be the stylized symbol of a river emblazoned on them. Despite their smaller presence, they seem to get a lot of attention.
Many other similarly odd figures and groups occupy various places, some alone, others in cliques. They freely talk among themselves, and overall the atmosphere is one of polite revelry, with various dignified figures exchanging pleasantries with one another and keeping up to date with the latest news and gossip.
Chyrix System,Austral Expanse
High above the cradle world of the lithorian collective and nestled deep within its orbital ring system was a dark chamber. Two figures sat opposite from eachother at a chitinous table,resting on growths that sprouted from the floor.
On one side was Naz'kid. She was strange to behold indeed,being black as the night with a form to match. A long stem sat in place of legs,sporting tendrils that sprawled out from its base. Her arms ended in digits that were nothing short of blades,and sharp growths curled backwards where her knuckles should have been. Her shoulderblades were long and curved up,and some kind of cape flowed down from them and her arms. The creature's head was vertical and flat,sporting two horns akin to those of a bull on either side,one above the other. Jutting from the top of Naz'kid's head were two other horns,which were moose like. Her face held only one feature,eight eyes arranged in a couple of vertical rows,each giving off a scarlet glow
Sitting on the other side was Qhoz'ul. He was a towering figure,standing a head or two above Naz'kid despide being hunched over. His lower half was much akin to that of his fellow,a thick stem that touched the floor,only his lacked any ramifications. His arms were long and lanky,almost touching the floor and ending in sharp crooked fingers. He sported a thick mane of tendrils which fizzled out into a swirling mass of tiny nubs. In the center of this was a disturbingly human-like skull of yellow colour which glittered with a metallic shine. The thing had three eye sockets,one of which was carved out into its forehead,that hosted a dim red light within
After a few minutes of silence,Naz'kid spoke
"Your 'guest' is late" she said with a displeased look in her eyes
"Give him time. He hasn't gone outside his domain in decades." Qhoz'ul said patiently
So,you've spoken with the librarian? she asked with an intrigued expression
"Precisely. He has recently taken an interest in the outside world. The galactic community must have intrigued him. I've heard he has already interacted with some of our contacts there"
Just then,the entryway to the chamber opened,Uq'eik had arrived.
The third creature was smaller than both other occupants and was dressed in a robe which was a mixture of dark red and white.
His face was a porcelain white and looked like some kind of mask,made up of plates that occasionally shifted and jittered. The only visible feature on his visage were two eyes,each one a monochromatic pit of violet. Three thin blade like growths emerged from his forehead,one shot straight up while the other two went sideways then curled upwards aswell,giving the impression that he was wearing some kind of tiara.
Uq'eik also wore some kind of chestplate over his robe,one which bore four eyes akin to those on his face. Furthermore he had two extravagant shoulder guards which extended downwards before curving back up,each one encrusted with a trio of red gems.
The so called librarian sat down with the other two aliens,saying nothing
It was Qhoz'ul who broke the silence
"Well then. Seeing as all of us are here,allow me to announce the reason I called you two here. Are you two aware of the 'Thermaxian leviathan'?"
Naz'kid tilted her breath
"Of course,it has evaded Phiraeth's grasp for years before disappearing from our grid. What of it?"
Uq'eik knew of that tale as well,after all his minions tirelessly collected information during his period of solitude. Nevertheless he remained silent as Qhoz'ul continued
"My probes have confirmed its return. If reports are accurate,it is currently stalking a pod of smaller voidborne,it doubtless seeks to strike them at some point before vanishing in the expanse's depths again.
I believe that with our combined assets,we have an acceptable chance at finally slaying that abomination and then divide the nightstone among us."
Naz'kid thought carefully
"I cannot say that I'm in disagreement. Given the recent nightstone tithes imposed by the Administrators for 'trade',having a supply of that scale would certainly help us"
As the two of them began talking about plans on how to attack the beast,Uq'eik sighed. Those two hadn't changed,still focusing on the bland and distasteful prospect of combat. He snapped his fingers,beckoning a small chitinous humanoid to bring him a tray.
Atop it was a kettle which stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to the other biological growths around it. There was also a fancy teacup,which Uq'eik promptly began to fill
This caught the eye of the other two lithorians,Naz'kid in particular seeming irritated as she spoke
"What is that?"
Uq'eik did not answer at first,filling up the teacup before placing the kettle back on the tray which was promptly taken out
"The humans of the Republik refer to this as T-E-A" he said,spelling out each letter harshly as he tried out the word
The lower plates that made up his face then retracted,showing a writhing mess of flesh underneath. The sinews holding onto each section then twitched again,arranging them together in an inclined ramp. He promptly poured the drink onto it,letting it slide down into a mouth full of needle-like teeth. The plates then promptly moved in their original positions,obscuring his face once more
"It is actually quite exquisite,you should try it" he said before placing down the empty teacup
"As for your proposal,I have no intention of partaking in your silly games. I have another important meeting to attend soon"
Qhoz'ul was baffled,he had heard that this individual was eccentric,but who in their right mind would pass up a hunt this rewarding?
Naz'kid was not so passive,slamming her fists on the table as she gave the robed alien a hateful glare
"Listen you damned buffoon. We did not come here for you to treat us like some sort of joke" she said while leaning towards Uq'eik
"Then I'd advise coming up with something more tempting next time. Now if you'll excuse me,I'll see myself out" he said before promptly getting up and leaving
Tea House,Divine Lotus Blossom Empire
A lithorian bioship would proceed to exit ftl in the system's outskirts,quickly proceeding to the large metallic sphere and accessing its interior via one of the equatorial entrances and disgorging one occupant
As the airlock gave way to the beautiful interior,a familiar robed figure stepped out.
Uq'eik scrutinized his surroundings with interest,it seemed like his long trip had been worth the effort
While walking about from garden to garden, he took note of the various other robed figures moving about in groups,taking a liking to their choice of presentation. These creatures certainly had excellent taste. His curiosity was however piqued by the number of single figures standing about at empty tables.
Not being known for being awkward nor shy,Uq'eik approached the table with the obese man,noticing his surprisingly clean movements. He placed a hand on one of the empty chairs before speaking in a polite tone
"Excuse me sir,may I sit down?"
The Cultivator turns to regard the guest, his expression unreadable as he studies the alien. Indeed, the guest may have noticed other Cultivators glancing at his arrival, but if he bothered to study them in turn he’d easily find out that everyone who comes in is similarly scrutinized. “Oh? Of course, of course, take a seat if you wish.” The man says, nodding amiably. “It is good to see that foreigners are arriving after all. I had been worried they would be too intimidated by our splendor!” Its clear his tone is joking, but he’s evidently a proud sort. “You speak to Great Crater Immortal, Durabalitshu. This senior is happy to help a guest of our empire feel welcome.” On closer inspection, his skin is clearly odd. It almost seems to twist and ripple at times when he moves or gestures.
Guild Exploration Vessel Quail
“Are you certain this is the right station? It sure is out in the sticks.”
Carlais asked aloud to Jatai, the ships captain as he looked over the holographic display and maps of the region. Notably those of the ‘Tea House’ station as their own vessel began to approach it.
“I am dead certain it is Carlais, all of these invitations and comms traffic leads right here. Also, how much do you know of the locals?” Jatai asked of her subordinate while lifting through the layers of the three dimensional map to see the traffic and communications herself.
“Not much beyond for being transhumanists that hold some serious grudges.”
He replied back in a shrug and inputting some navigational data in the ships computer to finalize their docking approach with the station.
“Well, lets stay on their good side then. Information is the most valuable resource in the galaxy. I’m certain Mr. Natas will be pleased with the news of our arrival, he is paying for all of this afterall.” With that Jatai stepped out of the small bridge of the Quail and headed down to the ships lounge to get ready
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The Quail docked among the other vessels in the equatorial ring, its stout yellow hull was covered in small scorch marks from where the flash armor went off to protect against micrometers from its many months of exploration in sparsely populated space. Out of the vessel came three foreigners of Kepler origin, one women and two males, into the vast spectacle of this tea house.
Carlais looked up at the ceiling hologram when they stepped into the open out of the docks and made a small remark. “Clever illusion, made to remind people of home, relax a little.”
“Only home a man needs is a purpose and a ship.” Jatai replied back as they walked through the main plaza on their way to the teahouse with Natas in tow.
“Eh, trees and blue sky are a good change for sure. Always had a fantasy of settling out in the sticks on a ranch.” Carlais said rather nonchalantly as he took in the sight of the locals, they vaguely reminded him of the Remade back home, a weird folk for certain in his mind.
“Quit bickering like a married couple you two. We’re here for business not a vacation.” Natas was quick to break up the back and forth before it got too out of hand. He motioned for them to follow along to the main teahouse pavilion, a rather large internal building of this station that to him tried to evoke grandeur not unlike the old world he spent most of his life in.
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The group of three entered into the main Teahouse and among the room of the rather important looking individuals and approached as a group to the rotund looking man who had other foreign guests. Natas did a curt bow and introduced himself, he was wearing a black suit with a golden stripe down the right side of it and on the left with a golden triangle with a semi circle over each tip marking himself as a guildsman, his two other compatriots had the same marking on their clothing as well.
“Excuse me my lord, but are these seats taken as well?”
"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "Mmm... I shall certainly not begrudge additional guests. Please, take a seat." He says grandly, introducing himself once more.
Meanwhile, rumors are already buzzing among the other guests, transmitted through info-cant rather than spoken aloud.
"That Durabalitshu, why are all the foreigners so far seated with him?"
"Could it be he had already established contact with them prior to this? Is someone backing him? I thought he worked alone."
"It is not impossible. But remember, these are still mortals. It could be a coincidence. They are not like us, after all. Their nations are more like hives of ants! How can they be expected to understand the significance of individuals?"
"If it is a coincidence, he's certainly lucky! People will rethink any agendas they have against him if there's suspicions he's more well-connected than they thought. I would be foolish not to take advantage of this situation were I in his place!"
After all, in the immortal realm, bonds between individuals are most significant. Though the natives give the situation some leeway given these foreigners could easily simply not think like they do, the fact that the newer delegation of foreigners chose to join Durabalitshu by chance or because another foreigner was already with him comes second to the risk that this is a power play or subtle warning to the other onlookers. Suddenly, this cultivator has been catapulted into a position of significance! Inwardly, Durabalitshu is both pleased and worried by this sudden turn. On one hand, the observations of the others were not incorrect, he could certainly act like he has more influence than he does to project power, but of course he knows well it would be a bluff! But Durabalitshu is a lone cultivator. He does not have a sect to nurture his growth, nor is he a demon who will kill and steal to make gains. Thus, he is certainly not going to let the opportunity to make new friends and allies come to nothing!
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Great Crater Durablitshu. I must say this place is quite the spectacle, however I do believe we need to introduce ourselves."
Natas said back to the obese cultivator, he seemed aged with wrinkled light brown skin and slowly graying hair, his eyes recessed in his head like little beads. Yet he was still well spoken with a strong voice like that of a lion.
"I am Horian Natas, Spacer's Guild Purveyor and the owner of the vessel Quail."
He motioned to the two other humans with him, one male and the other female with varying degrees of cybernetic augmentations who seemed to be looking on across the pavilion with jittery eyes taking in the sights.
"Captain Jatai Vermeulen, at your service. I have heard quite extensively of your peoples ventures into the Phasic Wastes"
The woman said, she was taller and stood upon prosthetic legs made of some ceramic materials. Her voice exuded confidence, a deep sincerity of her words without knowing too much of the local culture that they were apart of.
"And that would put me last.. Carlais Vemeulen, I'm the Quail's coxswain..... This is quite the party, are they held often." His eyes drifted lazily towards the hooded lithorian "And you are?"
Unnamed Station - Divine Lotus Blossom Space
The frigate shuddered slightly as the docking mechanisms engaged and Marius puffed out a breath in relief as the hatch opened. He was no stranger to longer trips, but this "Lotus Blossom Empire" or whatever they called themselves, was far out at the back of beyond and it had been almost two weeks in transit. Not to mention...
There was an excited whoop, as Tarneth, scion of House Enarius, heir to the Ring of Dawn and the largest group of shipwrights within hundreds of lightyears of the Imperium, went sprinting past him to barrel out of the airlock. Sighing gently in resignation, he followed after her at a more sedate pace. In one way he could understand her exuberance, given that she was only fifty or so, but it had still been an exercise in patience to have her practically bouncing off the hull all the way here. But her father had insisted, and once she'd learned of this strange 'Q-tech' the newcomers used, there'd been no stopping her.
Dashing into the main concourse, she turned and gestured excitedly. "C'mon, Marius! There's so much to see! Ooh, and look at those curves and braces! I wonder what their -"
Marius's hand gripping her shoulder firmly cut her off, and he smiled gently as the reality of her behavior sank in and she wilted slightly, before drawing herself up again. "Apologies, milord. Where do you think we should begin?"
He didn't answer her for a moment, looking over the various openings and taking in the occupants. Noting the obese man speaking with the Lithorians and...was that? Of course it was, because the universe hated him. "Tarneth, I'd like you to go speak with the booth marked with the river. I'll go and...speak with the others over there."
She blinked in confusion. "What others? Lemme see-"
He nudged her over toward the small group, watched to make sure she was following his orders, then braced himself.
So it was that he came walking up the Durablitshu's booth, a solidly built man in flowing robes of silver with a golden tunic, a small four-point star stitched on his breast. "Greetings, honored sentients. Do you have seating for one more?"
Durabalitshu could practically feel the gazes of the other Immortals on him as the flamboyant foreigner made an entrance as well. Why was everyone coming to him? He was just a lone cultivator! It was expected they would not behave as imperials did, but this was just too much! “Greetings, greetings. Please, this establishment is open to all.” He said, introducing himself yet again before turning to Horian. “And yes, well met indeed. I am certain the Jade Forest sect will be pleased to hear their establishment complemented.” An eyebrow raised at his mentioning of the wastes. “And is this so? I suppose it is rather rare to meet an exporter rather than importer of this ‘Ancerium’, especially from so dangerous a region. Why, I’ve even taken a barge out to harvest some for myself several times, though purely for profit’s sake. After all, I am only third rank, and lack an Internal Palace to store a hyperdrive, unlike esteemed rank four existences such as our hosts. It is more useful to me as a means to acquire other rare materials for the time being, as I spend much less time travelling between star systems.” He said, presumably referring to the Yin and Yang Tea Immortals who ran the Jade Forest sect.
Meanwhile, the table where the river-symbol-wearing Cultivators sit was approached by a new arrival. There were four figures present, though a few other similarly uniformed types seemed to be mingling among the other guests. A pair of female twins with white skin, white irises, and black hair styled in buns, an elderly but muscular gentleman white skin, gold irises, and a nearly combed beard, mustache, and head of hair that also seem made of threads of gold, and lastly a young male figure with a sculpted silver exterior carapace styled to resemble the human form (though his jade-white face is more animated and organic-looking despite the obviously synthetic skin, giving the impression the rest of his body is armor more than an extension of his body), with waist-length dark blue hair that seems to have glittering silver particles embedded in it, giving it an almost starry appearance. It was the young man who responded to the newcomer. “Mmm? Is there something you need?”
“Meng Yongliang!” He was instantly reprimanded by the older man through transmitted info-cant. “Be respectful! She is a mortal, but clearly the child of someone important!”
“My sincere apologies, elder.”
“Bah! You are talented, but you rose to the immortal level too quickly. You must temper that arrogance!” His tone softened. “You are here for the sake of training this aspect. Your battle prowess must be matched by your diplomatic skill if you are to be a beacon of the sect!”
“I shall meditate on this after the contest is over, elder Zou Bojing.”
The entire exchange happened in a breath of time, immediately after his first words toward Tarneth. Immediately after, he put on a polite smile and inclined his head towards the mortal. “Ah, yes, I am Meng Yongliang, also named Night Sky Lord by others. You speak to a representative of the Celestial River sect.” He cupped his fist into his hand, a show of respect.
The figure would nod before sitting down,its hands nested on the table
The alien's face plates would shift slightly as he listened to the cultivator,chyming in to respond
"Yes,I can certainly see why you'd be worried about that. I've never seen any humans quite like you" the lithorian said,its eyes narrowing as it noticed the man's rippling skin
"But where are my manners? I am Uq'eik,a high ranking member of the Lithorian Hive. I must say the trip from the austral expanse to here was well worth the effort" he said in a friendly manner
Their conversation was interrupted however,when a group of more regular humans came to their table and asked to sit down as well
"Greetings" Uq'eik said while tilting his head
"In regards to who I am,you've just missed my introduction. But no matter, you may refer to me as Uq'eik,a respected member of the lithorian hive. You've heard of us,no doubt"
The alien looked over these humans,noticing their uniforms and the cybernetic enhancements of the female
"You hail from the Coalition of Kepler,no? I seem to recall that style of garment belongs to them"
The creature then spotted the high imperium man,truly these humans flocked to the sight of one another like sheep. But there was something else,his keen senses picked up on the conversation at another table. He made out something about "rising to immortal level" and meditation. Thinking over it,these humans did seem to augment themselves to an extreme degree,always seeking improvement
Uq'eik chuckled behind his stoney mask of a face,in his attempts to find something new and different,he came upon a people whose mindset was shockingly similar to his own kind. How ironic,he thought.
Keeping up the banter, that is what seemed to be important now to Horian, to keep Durabalitshu talking enough to get a lead on someone much more invested in operations in the Wastes. And seeing his love for monologuing, this didn't seem like it would be too difficult. The hosts, yes, they would be the ones.
Horian replied back curtly to the cultivator upon hearing of their ventures in the Phasic Wastes.
"For the time being the true treasure trove of Ancerium and Sigec across the galaxy to keep everything running smoothly is the Golden Expanse, yet for the Wastes themselves hold so much more than raw materials. It did not start out the way it is now with all of those dreadful FTL anomalies that my team and myself seek to research....."
He paused for a brief moment to stem his ramblings.
"Do you think you would be able to grant us an introduction with the Hosts?"
Carlais had been mostly silent throughout the event while Horian did most of the talking, yet he had managed to peak the interest of what seemed to be a rather odd... And for certain well connected, quite literally, individual of thousands. A lithorian.
"That would be correct Uq'eik, on behalf of the Spacing Guild more specifically. I've heard of your hives dealings with the RANGSI before, what brings your kind here?"
He mispronounced the Lithorians name , attempting to mimic what was said earlier and not having the same vocal range proved to be a bit of a detriment. Jatai tapped him on the shoulder as some .... unexpected guests... arrived at the table. She cupped her hand lightly over her mouth to prevent potential lip reading and talked in a near whisper, there was not much trust on these cybernetic cultivators to keep a secret.
"Some dreft and their posse just showed up. Keep an eye on them, try to avoid them."
“Indeed, we cannot help but have heard many things about the Golden Expanse. It was beyond our reach for the longest time due to the Ancerium scarcity of our earlier epochs, but with the creation of the Phasic Wastelands, we now have our own reliable supply. It has also been a boon to multiple lesser paths, who study the anomalies in the wastelands to increase their attainment levels. It may even cause a resurgence of the Spatial Path, which was suppressed ever since interdiction techniques were pioneered by Black Hole Venerable.” Durabalitshu rambled on.
“Mmmmm…” His brow furrowed at his question about the hosts. “Unfortunately, that would be somewhat difficult. The Tea Immortals are rather reclusive, and seek to keep themselves neutral in political affairs, pursuing their Artisanal Path moreso than political advancement. Even this event is more a means for them to seek out contacts to purchase more rare materials from than a game of power, unlike-“ He motioned to the areas where the Solar Power representatives are seated. “-other sects present. Not to say their actions are unwise…” Indeed, this was a good time for each of the sects to gauge one another’s positions. While no major players of the Solar Powers were present, the interactions between them and everyone else were monitored closely by all convention goers.
Deep Space
Alpha zeros interest in magic to make up for its own lack of technology manifested, and a fresh off the production line missile cruiser was assigned to figure out what these cultivators were doing, and to generally learn about them
but if there was a tea party, then you should bring some tea of your own. And with the general complete lack of plant life anywhere near alphazero drastic actions had to be taken. One of the seed vaults built on the planet was cracked open, and the plant was grown in a greenhouse on the destroyed planet, before being packed into a shipping container and sent down the cruiser to the tea party
the cruiser was outfitted strangely by alphazero standards, using a nuclear salt water engine instead of the standard orion drive and carrying many luxury goods, with several drones built for the purpose of looking ornate
Tea House System
the 5 KM long cruiser showed up at the edge of the system, and transmitted its wish to join the tea party to anyone listening, it was built well but scarred quite badly by its long journey to the system
it proceeded to the station through the route laid for out it and several of the diplomacy drones started looking for port authorities, while several other ones went off looking for the actual tea portion of the tea house
the fancy drones were built significantly better then the standard, to tighter tolerances, better motors to make them quiet and a mind aesthetics instead of durability and fixability came to mind, but it could be assumed that they would still appear very crude to the cultivators- or most any spacefaring society.
"I have been to the expanse several times for a few expeditions as an observer, there is nothing that even compares to it in its scale or the beauty of the place anywhere else in this galaxy. It is however also the one true source of everything that ever was and ever will be, if you can catch the meaning of my words."
Horian's ear caught the hint of animosity between the various cultivators and their sects at this not so thinly veiled trade show. Beneath this veneer it was not much different than any other large convention in say, Lost Star, or any other international freeport. Just a place for people to observe and take interest in new goods.
"I believe we may have a few things that could impress in the Barter."
Jatai piped up a bit at the mention of the tea brewing to Horian. "Tea is something I make every now and again, just need to get the Samovar out of the ships mess later."
"We'll rely on that when we need to." He spoke back up to Durabalitshu after addressing Jatai.
"Thank you for your time. Lot of pavilion to explore."
The group bowed back down and made their way out of the main antechamber rather quickly. Carlais spoke up in a hushed whisper out of earshot. "Jatai brought this up earlier, there is a Dreft and some of its cronies here. Keep your eyes open. I think they just went inside."
Uq'eik's face plates chittered slightly as the human mispronounced his name,a sort of equivalent to a chuckle
"Truth be told,I am a big enthusiast for this 'tea' you sapients make. When I heard of this convention,I decided to come and enjoy myself. But who knows,perhaps I may participate or get to do some serious business" the lithorian said while shrugging
He wanted to "have a good time" as others would put it,but there was a lingering desire within to stop messing around and get competitive. The alien growled at this thought,its fellows must have been rubbing off on him
He would come out of deep contemplation in time to notice the humans leaving,giving them a diminutive wave of his hand as farewell.
His attention was then caught by the incoming dreft,his mere presence giving the lithorian a strange feeling. Oddly enough it seemed to be a comforting one,reminding Uq'eik of home. Of course,he had no idea why that was
"Why of course,go ahead and join us" he said while gesturing the dreft to take a seat
He also took note of the crude machines walking around,tilting his head in wonder at the sight of these mechanical beings. The creature would wave at one to grab its attention when it happened to look his way,beckoning the metallic being to come to the table.
Biting back a sharp retort as the Kepler party left, Marius turned to Durabalitshu. "It would seem that the company of higher beings such as ourselves is somewhat trying for mere mortals to endure. With that out of the way though, I wanted to speak with you some on the matter of this...Q-tech. It has amazing properties and the enhancements that Cultivators undergo seems similar to the ascension process for dreftallech. Perhaps we could compare notes?"
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Tarneth hissed in fury at Meng's dismissive greeting. "Something I need, indeed. Perhaps some respect would be too much to ask? Or are you too young for that? At the least I doubt your claims of being a representative. Surely no group would appoint someone so...callous to represent at a gathering such as this. Unless I misjudge your people entire, that is."
Durabalitshu waved them off. “Indeed, may the grace of heaven be upon you.” He said, quietly relieved the foreigners would be leaving him alone. He’d already done enough to come across as more well-connected than he actually is, any more attention and people would start seeing him more as someone dangerous than someone not to be trifled with, and that is never good! After all, the tallest flower is the one first to be cut down, one must make sure they don’t stand out too much.
Meanwhile, Yongliang’s smile flickered for a moment. “Young miss, you should mind your manners. It is one thing to make trouble with me, as after all it is ungentlemanly for one such as myself to harm one of your station, but to insult my sect is something else entirely. If it is satisfaction you desire, then-“ His words were cut off by the older-looking man. “Enough.” Zou Bojing said. “Both of you. This is not a time for such pettiness. Disciple, you indeed erred, and the young lady was cunning enough to notice. Apologize.” The starry-haired cultivator is stoned faced, but cups his fists and inclines his head. “This junior apologizes for his words.” After watching the display, his master turned to Tarneth, voice low. If she were particularly perceptive, she may have noticed a slight buzzing in the air as Zou Bojing emitted a field of noise-cancelling vibrations around the pair of them. “Mm. There, this conversation will be kept between the two of us. Now, you are part of a foreign envoy, are you not? Speaking as one who wishes to maintain good relations with the outside world, I implore you to speak with care in the future. Words have power here, moreso than in many outside nations. As such, had you directed your words towards one with less status, they would have had to seek redress against you, or lose face. Indeed, losing your temper is a loss of face, and depending on the situation, you would be courting death. A calm voice belies a calm heart, the strongest tree is unbowed by wind.” The field deactivates. Meng Yongliang stared at them curiously, but said nothing. Zou Bojing continues speaking. “Indeed, I hope my disciple’s contrition is satisfactory. At a mere twenty-nine years, he is quite young for an Immortal, and has much to learn despite being talented. This is a good experience for him.”
That said, this incident was not unobserved, with both Meng Yongliang’s faux pas and Tarneth’s own less tactful response being seen and heard by onlookers casually observing and gossiping in electronic info-cant.
“Oh, it would seem the young miss has quite a tongue on her, is that not so?”
“And this is what foreign mortals bring to a high-class event? They truly are much different than ourselves.”
“Interesting, interesting. I shall be watching these foreigners more closely now, if they will give us such entertainment! That Meng Yongliang, it is good he is humbled. After defeating me a year ago, this could be considered karma, right?”
“Still, he is not unintelligent. I suspect he will take this lesson to heart in the future.”
Before they left the main hall, Carlais made a quick reply back to Uq'eik. He was a little rushed but still in good manner among these cultivators and their strange manners.
"For these people this tea is what gets you involved in the serious business. I do not know how much this applies to you, but think of it as being invited to a formal dinner."
Both Horian and Carlais exited the main chamber in full, making their way out of what seemed to be a den of snakes wearing pretty faces and weaving 'wise' words and back into the main expansive room simply to get out of there before something bad happened, there was a bad feeling in the air when the Dreft arrived. Jatai however, stayed back near the doorway, hoping to go mostly unseen as she watched the events unfold between Meng and this Tarneth.
Uq'eiks faceplates grinded against one another to produce another round of chittering "laughter" at the Dreft's remark about mortals. These new arrivals seemed to be just as full of themselves as the cultivators if not moreso
He paid close attention to their conversation,particulary taking note of the fact that they too supposedly augmented themselves like the cultivators and of course his own kind.
The lithorian would once again fall into deep thought however,remembering the human's last words before he left the table. Should he really try to participate in the contest here? After coming such a long way for the purposes of relieving stress no less?
The creature placed a hand to the side of his head,this whole debacle was starting to give him a headache. Ironically he certainly could have used a cup of tea right about now.
And so he made a small gesture which prompted another being to exit the lithorian's bioship and enter the station. It was some kind of tiny mix between humanoid and cephalopod,sporting a head that outright resembled a cuttlefish and boasting tendrilic growths instead of digits. It appeared to levitate with its legs curled up as it came to the table. The curious little critter would place down a cup and kettle before pouring a cup of tea,the recipe made by Uq'eik himself
"Thank you Ikzul,I could certainly use some refreshment" he said before taking a sip
Uq'eik felt his stresses melt away as he now joined in on the chatter with renewed fervor
"I have to admit that your enhancements are in fact most impressive. I too would like to know the details of this 'cultivation' that you undergo" Uq'eik chimed in,face plates shifting so he could take another sip from his cup
Ikzul on the other hand,merely let out a gurgling noise at its fellows statement and sat down as well,mostly just looking around at the scenery like a curious youngling
Durabalitshu nodded sagely. "Certainly, I will try to help you understand. However, as a mortal, some things may simply be impossible to comprehend, haha!” He smiles jovially. “Though the basics should be understandable. In short, we are touched by the grace of the Dao, the marvel which is Q-Technology. Imagine matter, programmable and exotic, which could be used to to move heaven and earth simply through will and the manifestation of the proper techniques. That is what it is. Yet, it is not some mere tool to be manipulated by the unworthy, no! The inherent universal truths of the Dao can only be unlocked through personal evolution, in which of course Q-technology is vital. In order to make advances, one must accrue more of it in their body, undergoing quantitative and qualitative changes to eventually become one such as myself!”
The fat cultivator pounds his chest. “Do you see this body? Not an ounce of carbon remains within it! I am what you would call a level three cultivator, one who has transcended the limitations of mere flesh and mundane machinery! And I have earned this through my own effort!” He certainly enjoys putting on a show for the aliens, though it seems it is equally a way to inflate his own ego. “Of course-” He adds, his tone becoming less self-aggrandizing. “Everyone here is at least level three, or above. Certainly, this is a meeting of highly influential and respectful figures.”
It is truly amazing, the way Durabalitshu vacilates between boasting and obsequious flattery. Of course, for him, this is understandable. Every cultivator here has finely honed senses well beyond human. Only equally transhuman efforts could prevent one from being eavesdropped on! As a result, the vast majority of cultivators here operate under the assumption that someone is snooping on them at any given time. Gossip moves like lightning, and should one idly make a damning remark it may well be used to bring them trouble in the future! Such skills as Durabalitshu displays are not uncommon.
Uq'eik listened inquisitively as the Cultivator went on with his rant,hands supporting either side of his head as the alien's faceplate chattered whenever the voluminous man's tones reached particular booming heights.
It seemed these folk were of the arrogant sort,perfectly understandable given their upbringing as the member before him described it,along with what snippets he had gleamed on his own. Perhaps,given a few forks in the road of destiny,the lithorians would have become the same,seeing as they were already quite similar
"I see,very interesting. You utilise this molecular machinery to achieve your prowess. I must say,our people are more alike than I imagined. Improvement,both of the self and the whole,lies at the core of lithorian ideology,nay,lithorian nature. Obviously we go about it in different methods,but that just makes it all the more perplexing. Of course,capable as you are Durabalitshu,you may yet find you are quick to draw assumptions! I know not how my might measures to yours,but you will find I am quite the opposite of 'mortal',at least as far as the human definition is concerned..."
The alien paused and put a hand below its chin,could he be referring to a different concept entirely? It certainly wouldn't be the only way these people diverged from the other homo sapiens of the galaxy
“To meet a fellow seeker of transcendence is truly admirable.” Durabalitshu nodded again. “And indeed, this is perhaps a difficulty of translation. You may be augmented to some degree, or have obtained an indefinite lifespan, but ultimately you are limited, yes? Your growth has an upper limit, as a person, and furthermore is dependent upon the strength of the group rather than the individual. This, in my experience, is a key separation between mortals and ourselves. It is not intended as an insult, of course!” How true that is is up for debate. “But rather, a difference in perspective, you see. Perhaps I am wrong, though. Just what exactly do you mean by not being mortal?” The man gave the alien another look. Perhaps he had underestimated these foreigners.
The creature decided to engage in this debate,having had its curiosity piqued by this oh so strange ape,who claimed to have matched or surpassed his sort
"You are correct on both accounts,I am the offspring of careful tinkering,not evolutionary chance,and my cellular machinery is very much capable of withstanding the ravages of time without flaw,rejuvenating ad infinitum."
He turned to look over to Ikzul,the simple creature that he saw as a companion,then back to the great sage
"As for your other inquiry,I am not quite certain. There are those who look upon me as if I were an insect skittering among blades of grass. They have toiled and persevered through epochs to gain The Almighty's favor and achieve those heights of mind,body and something more. Perhaps they know the true limit of lithorians if there is such a thing. Regardless,you may find that the meager,meek cell can go quite far and accomplish many things so long as it is guided by the proper intellect.
Of course,the most effective way of gauging two bodies is by direct juxtaposition" The alien's eyes narrowed,their glow intensifying ever so slightly.
The transhuman raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Certainly, a bold statement. Though, are you sure you wish to make such a claim? Far be it for one such as I, the Great Crater Immortal Durabalitshu, to be accused of bullying the weak. But if it is a sparring session you are proposing, I shall accept, but on the condition that I give you ten free moves prior to my own first strike. This should even our footing to a certain extent, and give you an opportunity to demonstrate your own prowess before the battle is ended.” Gone was the man’s previous smile, he’s deadly serious now. It seems these people weren’t all pomp and blustering after all. “Certainly, I would like to see the extent of a mortal’s capacity for growth without the blessing of Q-technology.”
The lithorian sat up,maintaining direct eye contact with the cultivator
"Please..." It said raising one hand,marble white palm directed right at the man
"My culture practices trial by combat and sparring very frequently. Not once have we given anything but our utmost performance to eachother,our kin must simply learn who to pick conflicts with and whom to avoid if they'd rather their frames not be damaged. I should not be allowed such luxuries here. If I am to be swiftly defeated,it is my foolishness at play. Furthermore,would that not prove your viewpoint?"
"Mmmmm... Very well." He stood up, taking a deep breath. "Let us do this outside, however. It would be impolite to interrupt the auction with our own actions. Though I imagine we shall have quite the audience anyway!" He laughed, regaining his prior jolly disposition seemingly at the flick of a switch. It is indeed clear that many other cultivators have taken interest in the altercation. Already messages were flickering between the idle onlookers.
"So someone challenged that old geezer? I cannot believe it!"
"And a foreigner mortal, no less, how curious. I know their ships are advanced, but could one single individual truly reach our level?"
"Such arrogance! That alien creature has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. He is courting death!"
"Even so, it shall be interesting to see how long he lasts. Let us keep an eye on this, then!"
The alien proceeded to follow the cultivator eagerly,noticing the commotion their little debate was having,no doubt rare or perhaps even unseen among Durabalitshu's kind. Still,he cared little for them if they would not participate,though the fact they were obviously communicating through a medium he had no access to had gotten somewhat nerve stirring by now.
"Of course,I'd hate to cause distaste to those enjoying the convention. After all there is no malice here,the greater creature will triumph and the lesser will be forced to admit defeat" He continued,hands clasping together and soon after becoming concealed by the sleeves of his robe
"I should trust you have the capacity to survive in space? Or will we need to arrange a battlefield?" The cultivator asked casually as they walked to the edge of the space station. "I shall certainly oblige in that case, it would be a small matter."
The creature tilted its head for a moment,not being accustomed to such questions. It closed its eyes in understanding before answering
"Oh yes,I can endure. Though truth be told,an enclosed and pressurized space would be ideal. You may find my alternative to verbal communication to be...intrusive" The lithorian continued on,navigating seemingly unbothered by the lack of a sense
"Mm. Very well." A few moments later they were standing in the airlock. Waiting for them was another apparent cultivator, but this one clearly partially organic, with cybernetic implants that seemed to meld seamlessly to his flesh. He cupped his fist and bowed low. "My master greets you, honored immortal. This lowly servant will lead you to your arena."
The airlock opened to reveal a large, empty interior with a flat, gray floor, and walls and roof that seemed to be lined with black, hemispherical orbs of an almost oily substance.
"This is a rental arena." Durabalitshu explains. "A few of them orbit this station right now, to accommodate situations such as ours. I can only imagine things will become more heated when the auction begins in earnest! Then, people will be waiting in line to settle disputes through this manner, you see. We are lucky to have agreed to spar prior to that. This place should be suitable for your needs."
The fact that one could casually rent a massive arena to battle one's peers in spoke volumes about the empire's culture.
The lithorian's gaze found itself fixated upon the half machine half flesh being before it. No doubt,this must have been a more undeveloped member of their race,atleast compared to the behemoth he was gleefully engaging in combat. Perhaps the most obvious indicator of its juniority was the fact it actually spoke rather than commune through the link that the others share
"You said we were likely to have an audience. I perceive no one,are they watching remotely?" The creature pondered as it entered the arena,not a far cry from those at home,though perhaps a bit more dull
"I must say,I always saw duels as a chore,something one must do to progress,to rise up in the order of things. And yet,facing one who is not my kin,it brings actual excitement,not unlike that often displayed by my brothers and sisters. Still,I can't quite ascertain why..." The lithorian stared down at the floor for a moment,deep in thought. It did not last,the creature soon locked eyes with the cultivator once more,then folded its hands behind it back. The alien's expression was as focused yet blank as ever,carefully scrutinizing the transhuman's form,waiting for them to make the first move
"Indeed. I have no doubt many have paid a small fee to observe this battle. It is another way these arenas make a profit." Durabalitshu nods. "Yes, you do have the air of someone who revels in the prospect of a challenge. I can certainly appreciate that. You have the attitude of one of our kind, in this regard." He calmly walked to the other side of the arena, folding his hands behind his back.
"You may begin when you are ready. As I said, you will be given ten free strikes in which I may only block or dodge. After that, I shall strike in turn."
If the lithorian had any capacity for detecting energy readouts, he would now be aware that Durabalitshu is producing a truly formidable amount of it. It has the signature of something like a gun you might find on a frigate-class weapon, in terms of output.
The lithorian was certainly aware of the grand energy buildup that was occurring inside his opponent's body,marked by a sharp increase in the infrared aspect of his vision. Still,he was not intimidated,not yet at least.
"Very well then. Let us..." The alien finally unfolded its hands,spreading its arms to either side
"Begin" The creature dashed forward,faster than what the human eye would be capable of reliably tracking,not that such measures applied to either of the two. Readying its claws or perhaps more accurately,needle shaped fingers,the lithorian aimed for a passing slash to the thigh,a proof of concept so to say. As it approached,said fingertips began to vibrate,massively so,enhancing their performance without the input of strength on the Uq'eiks side
The slashing attack nicks Durabalitshu, who remains standing, glancing at the minor cut on his thigh. "Oh, certainly you possess formidable speed." He says politely. He didn't seem concerned by this attack, having not bothered to counter it in any capacity. "Were I a mortal, no doubt my leg would be a shredded ruin. A formidable attack." It's clear he is being polite, however. To him, this is more like showing a child that there are things which are best left to adults. An awkward situation, but ultimately one that needs to be treated with more tact than normal given this fellow is of significant standing in a foreign nation. Durabalitshu is in an awkward situation, having to praise the alien's attack in order to avoid giving offense, regardless of effectiveness. Of course, this is the only trick he has seen so far…
Uq'eik glanced back at the cut inflicted upon the transhuman's leg,then at his own hand. No blood,either he hadn't gone deep enough or these things simply had no vital fluid. Regardless,this was a good start. It seemed he was in fact capable of inflicting damage,even while taking this about as seriously as Durabalitshu himself. Still,one problem was the fact he couldn't also gauge the Cultivator's speed, either because he was too fast for him already or he did not bother to move out of the way. His own bigger fellows often boasted this level of speed at least,so he opted to assume the second option,aided in no small part by the cultivator's patronizing attitude. He really wanted to get that much figured out at least before the proper battle began.
The lithorian took off again,this time straight into the air,then somehow sharply turned mid air not once but twice to claw the cultivator's back from the side,twice as fast as the first time,both in velocity and the vibrational speed. He did so again about three other times in the span of moments,delivering hits in various areas and taking turns without ever hitting the floor like some kind of living missile. Eventually he ceased and stood back turned against the posthuman,turning to see his handiwork this time around
There is no doubt that the lithorian's claws have struck the cultivator, more nicks appearing on his artificial skin. But now that Uq'eik has landed multiple strikes, he can definitely recognize something is off. As he slashes, Durabalitshu's flesh seems to shift and ripple in response to his strikes, like slamming your fist into a non-Newtonian fluid. Such a dispersion of force seems to greatly negate the damage the alien can inflict, and all without any sort of active movement! Durabalitshu remains calm despite these mild injuries.
"I must congratulate you on your progress. You are far beyond the strength of a normal human, who would be unable to pierce my primary integument were they to fight me unarmed. Your species is truly formidable. I have do doubt you could match a first-level cultivator."
The alien was pleased with the discovery of this subdermal layer,the reason for the ineffectual nature of his current kinetic strikes. With a now auditory buzz Uq'eik increased the claws vibrational frequency by a factor of ten and took off again towards Durabalitshu,this time causing a sonic boom at the point of departure. Just before contact,the alien once again changed his trajectory towards the floor then up again to try and slash across his chest. To his surprise,the cultivator actually reacted now,attempting to block the strike. Uq'eik changed trajectory just before he could slam into the massive arm then switched back towards the ceiling,letting out a sneer as he passed by the transhuman's eye level. Ending up back in his starting position for a split second,facing his opponent once more,the lithorian took off straight for him. This time so fast that the creature's figure was concealed by plasma,though still safe within a bubble of air just beyond its flow. The creature stopped dead in its tracks some ten meters from the cultivator,but the wave of ionized air continued,slamming into and bathing him in turn.
As this was happening,the creature's horns began to emit a low buzzing aswell,indicative of psionic potential being activated. Uq'eik reached out through the galactic scalar field for the posthuman's mind,trying to infiltrate its reaches while also studying its physical vessel,his analogue of a brain.
Indeed, Durabalitshu remains as stoic as ever, but as the alien moves with a sonic boom, he would find that his strikes were countered. Durabalitshu moves blindingly fast for someone of his girth, arms moving with such speed that each one creates an explosion of pressurized air as he puts his guard up. Though there is no way to tell, the audience which had been watching erupts into discussion.
"Great Crater Immortal moved! He actually blocked it!"
"Is he taking this seriously now? From a mortal?! Nonsense!"
"No, look, that alien was capable of breaking the sound barrier, that is significant!"
"Perhaps Durabalitshu has grown overconfident, granting ten moves to this interloper. How amusing."
He certainly looks ragged, the flesh underneath his torn skin resembling human musculature, but clearly artificial and a sleek black coloration. But as the wave of ionized air hits him, a sudden massive shockwave erupts from his body, as if an artillery strike had landed directly on top of him! One can visibly see the ripple of the explosive force as it craters the arena below Durabalitshu and neutralizes the forward momentum of the wall of plasma. Uq'eik may well be blown backward by the force of it.
The lithorian looked on with more than a little worry in his eyes as the wall of plasma he just sent towards the cultivator was coming back at him,with a sizable shockwave behind it no less. The creature quickly placed both arms forward and utilized its telekinetic abilities to dampen the effect as a visible shell of air flowed around him,then his body was engulfed completely in the mayhem. Indeed,this was the secret behind the alien's high speed dashes and their inertia defying course correction capacity,only there the force was applied on his own body.
By the time the obstructions cleared,Uq'eik was still standing,arms still forward,sent back a dozen meters and now steaming all over. The alien took a breath of relief and began brushing off the copious dust that had settled on the fine garment,before gazing up at the immortal,now certainly looking worse for wear.
"I take it you won't let me have my four remaining moves" The alien said,guessing that the real fight was just about to begin. Meanwhile,it's horns were still vibrating and buzzing,Uq'eiks mind hard at work against the cultivator's own
He tilts his head. "Oh? Why would I do that? Such a thing would be immensely dishonorable! Would you have it said that I, Great Crater Immortal Durabalitshu, do not keep my word when it is given? I would sooner self-detonate! You were given ten strikes and so that is what you shall have!" It seems these cultivators do have some measure of pride and honor, despite their obsession with power.
"However, I do acknowledge you. Your prowess is formidable, and you forced me to utilize my techniques of the Dao of Force to withstand your assault. That you, a mortal, would force me to activate my path's abilities to block your attack is worthy of praise. Do not expect me to treat you lightly from now on."
As Durabalitshu monologues, the alien can easily look into the cultivator's mind, and what is there is- well- a great amount! If the consciousness of a human could be described as the emergent property of the brain's various processes, then those processes of a normal human would be like water in a bucket compared to the lake of Durabalitshu's mind. There is simply so much, so many thoughts, so many subroutines happening at once, a labyrinth of calculation as formidable as any supercomputer, all seemingly geared towards the function of the cultivator's mind and body. It is evidently clear to the Uq'eik that Durabalitshu, and by extension the other cultivators, are absolutely no longer human, or even just augmented humans. They have assuredly transcended human limitation and become something beyond their original species in a way that Uq'eik, despite his own prowess, has not compared to his peers. These cultivators didn't just lose their humanity, they gleefully threw it aside to become the monsters they are now, and their entire culture is built around venerating this process.
The creature tilted its head at the cultivator's antics,to think they took their word to seriously seemed silly to him,stupid even.
"I see,that is good to know" Uq'eik retorted,unveiling some sort of hilt from his sleeve then proceeded to roll over the hood of his robe.
The alien's body disappeared from the visible spectrum over the next few seconds and the heat source previously booming in his chest went dark
"I will admit,you are certainly quite inhuman yourself,nothing like the mediocre specimens we've encountered so far" The now disembodied voice spoke aloud,hoping to keep the man monologuing while the lithorian finished uncovering the complex nature of his mind,passing onto the physical apparatus it was stored in
"Indeed! We transcended beings are by far the apex of human life!" At least, they believed that is the case. Durabalitshu did not seem concerned by the invisibility of his opponent, though his guard is still up, and the rippling effect of his skin only intensifies, random parts bulging out and receding as the alien could detect formidable energetic readouts all over his body. "It is only right, after all. We who have attained this power through our own effort shall always exceed those who were simply born with talent or had it bestowed upon them!"
As for his mind, it was definitely something one could get lost in. Despite having the outer personality of a brash old man, it is quite evident that he is far more of a complex machine than he lets on, and more aware of himself than one would think. However, if one were simply looking for the where his thoughts seem to originate, it looks like it would be roughly in the center of his girthy chest.
The lithorian silently prowled around the cultivator,taking note of the shifting in his mass. More important was the fact he had located his version of a brain,followed shortly by a bout of mental gymnastics as he began gauging what kind of input would potentially disrupt it. This was not yet the time for such moves,however.
For now,the alien's blade extended from its hilt,the edge glowing as plasma raced along it like a buzzsaw. In a flash,the creature lunged and attempted to land a pair of strikes against the transhuman's back.
Durabalitshu's gaze did not follow the invisible foe, and it seemed like the alien had found an opening. However, just as the blade made contact with the cultivator's flesh, the cultivator's tissue erupted with a thunderclap of force in the direction the blade was swung from. "Ha! Taste my Explosive Redirection Armor System!"
It was said that of all the paths, Force was one of the top ranking close combat specializations. And this seems true for Durabalitshu. His body by necessity specialized in the storage of explosive energy, and it was a simple matter to direct that energy to erupt in a particular direction in response to any sort of physical pressure. Such as, for example, a blade! It seemed Durabalitshu had already prepared a counter stratagem in response to his foe's invisibility. To sense not with sight, but touch!
The lithorian found itself quite surprised and promptly sent flying into a wall by the detonation,crumpling to the floor shortly thereafter. Staggering back on his feet,the alien's eyes narrowed in frustration,his exoskeleton now looking noticeably worn. Unfortunately,the plan he'd been cooking up wouldn't work with this defense mechanism running. Still,it had to have a limit,he just had to wear it down
"That is...quite the impressive defense" Uq'eik pointed his blade at the transhuman,its edge lighting up once more as the plasma flowed
"Let us see how long you can keep it up" With a sudden motion,the creature swung the weapon repeatedly,sending a flurry of plasma arcs towards the cultivator.
"Keep it up?" Durablitshu raised an eyebrow and with a blur of movement stomped the ground, creating another crater in the arena as he sent himself rocketing upwards, flipping himself so by the time he landed on the ceiling he was standing upside down on it, hands folded behind his back as he regarded his opponent.
"I have understimated you, I freely admit this. You are at the least comparable to a perfect-grade level one disciple, and perhaps even an intermediate-grade level two disciple at your greatest extent. That a mortal could achieve this is a testament to the capabilities of your culture."
"However."
"You have exhausted your ten moves."
With another blur of movement he rockets forward to the ground directly in front of the lithorian, hitting with an obscene amount of force, but calculated enough that it won't kill his opponent in his current state.
The alien watched curiously as Durabalitshu blazed upwards and sat upon the ceiling,quietly revving up the flow of plasma that danced around his blades edge in anticipation for what came next. The pair of complex eyes were fixated upon the girthy figure,such that the second sudden motion he made as the leapt back for the ground,for the lithorian,was perceived without issue.
It was then that the Austral Spawn sprung its plan into action as the glow of its eyes intensified,signifying the increase in psionic activity. In an instant,Uq'eik began to directly attack the parts of the transhuman's processor responsible for bodily control,all while he was still barelling towards the ground.
The creature then used one hand to telekinetically dispell the shockwave caused by the immortals bout of sudden speed,before spinning around and releasing an upward swing aimed at the cultivator's shoulder,using the massive opponents velocity against him
Durabalitshu does not change his momentum. Indeed, the sudden psychic attack does send him into a fugue, and he experiences the unfamiliar sensation of his body not responding as it should. For the empire, psionics were a new and concerning development in their long and isolated history, and even Durabalitshu was unprepared for such an attack, as a result, he is unprepared for the plasma strike which neatly slices his arm off as he impacts the ground.
For a moment, there is a pause, and the audience erupts into speculation as Durabalitshu remains frozen in a split second.
"Look! He is not moving! What is this!?"
"I recognize this behavior! His mind is being interfered with!"
"The mortal landed a blow on him! His arm is gone!"
"What a turnaround!"
Durabalitshu doesn't move from where he is, kneeling on the ground in another crater, arm slowly leaking a viscous substance, his face bowed low to the floor.
The alien was very much pleased with the result of his attack. It seemed that for all their physical might the cultivators were oblivious to the ways of the Psion field,a clear advantage for his kind that Uq'eik was more than willing to utilise.
Not prone to letting this opportunity slip and frankly more than a little eager to end this bout while he still had strength and such ploys to pull,the lithorian decided to really go all or nothing. Plunging the still blazing sword into the floor,Uq'eik proceeded to use both arms to gain a telekinetic hold of the dazed immortal,something he'd no doubt be able to physically sense. Then,with visible strain,the lithorian hurled the vast transhuman into the air. In a quick motion the creature both pulled out the sword and let another weapon slide from its sleeve before grasping it in its other hand and dashing for the cultivator.
The thing was some kind of curved and oversized dagger,pulsing with what almost looked like veins of azure energy. These were infact the visual indicators for the molecular disruption field that sheathed its edge,making it perfect for cutting apart Uq'eiks superlative fellow lithorians or in this case,the girthy cultivator. As the neared the still airborne target at supersonic speeds,the outsider seemed to literally vanish from view to the audience,only to reappear behind the immortal. Of course,Durabalitshu himself was bereft of that sight,the lithorian now attacking his optical fibers to induce an illusion of himself that was still there,still headed for him with weapons bared.
With the translation maneuver successful,the real Uq'eik performed another of his physics defying dashes towards the cultivator,spinning up mid flight to look like a blurry buzzsaw as both blade and dagger were aimed and primed. While he hoped to split his foe in twain right then and there,careful effort was inputted on his part to avoid the processor nestled in the transhuman's chest should his hit indeed connect.
The display is impressive as Durabalitshu is pulled and thrown, eliciting more chatter from the audience as he's hurled into the middle of the arena. But as the alien moves closer and closer to his target, that deadly blade bared and ready, Durabalitshu strikes.
He is blind, confused, and knows it. For posthumans of his level, the complexities of their mind allow them to inspect their own inner workings even if they cannot parse what they see from what is being projected. He knows exactly one thing, that he can no longer trust his own senses. Yet, with that knowledge comes the ability to deal with it. His attack should have ended this fight under normal circumstances, but evidently, his opponent has a means of neutralizing an attack which falls short of killing him, and possesses powers which are beyond the scope of Durabalitshu's experience. Which means there is no longer a point to restraining himself.
Without hesitation, he emits an omnidirectional explosive force to the fullest extent of his ability, striking with the strength of a frigate's artillery cannon and cracking the arena in half.
The cultivator was right to act when he did,with Uq'eik already spinning his way towards him rapidly. The sheer discharge of force caught the lithorian off guard,but not enough to rob the alien of a reaction.
Uq'eik knew trying to suppress the entire detonation was a fool's gambit,instead opting to shield himself as much as possible. The alien spun around even faster,creating a ring of plasma which he quickly arranged into a protective barrier as he stopped the momentum of his previous dash. The lithorian proceeded to telekinetically force this plasma sheath through the detonation and,subsequently,sent it barelling towards its source,Durabalitshu. Unfortunately,trying to stop the entirety of an omnidirectional blast with a one dimensional barrier was also a fool's gambit. Shockwaves from above,below and the sides still slammed into Uq'eik,dealing a fair share of internal damage as he was sent flying towards one of the arena's walls.
Recovering quickly,the creature launched both weapons into the wall,then telekinetically maneuvered them to cut a flawless circular section into it,which he promptly impacted feet first thanks to a quick reorientation mid air.
Now finding himself flying through the vacuum of space at high speed,Uq'eik recalled the weapons back into his hands and launched off the little platform, landing onto the station's exterior with a heavy thud.
Only then did he allow himself to cough up the blood building up in his body cavity,faceplates moving apart to make room for the black ooze. The alien searched around frantically for his opponent,with both eyes and his mind,now fuming with anger at what he perceived as an attempt on his life. Had he not been at a station filled with others of Durabalitshu's kind,he would have made it an objective to dice up the fool and throw the remains in his ship's reactor. If nothing else,his desire to see him defeated was now greater than ever,no animosity be damned,this just got personal
The arena station itself was, now that it is clear to see from the outside, empty. In fact, the entire thing could be described as an autonomous shell, a flimsy cover for the interior which was autonomously directed by its client, in this case a good distance away from the place it had docked. The space station on which the auction took place was visible in the distance, while this rental arena floated in a shattered mess below them. The hidden cameras which had observed the fight detached from the wreckage, circling the pair as other cultivators watched them remotely.
Meanwhile, Durabalitshu floated effortlessly through the void, ignoring the alien as he tossed wreckage this way and that before picking up his arm and jamming it back onto his stump. Turning back to confirm his opponent was still alive, he rose into the air to face him directly, revealing the plasma attack had taken its toll. The left side of his head had sustained damage, and his skeleton of exotic matter was visible now. Though it was less apparent, his restored arm was not operating at full capacity, the move of re-attaching it as much a matter of pride as anything else.
He simply floated there, waiting for his opponent to make a move, or speak. Was he refraining from monologuing, or could he just not do it?
The audience watches with bated breath.
"So! The battle has finally moved to space, hm? I am surprised it took this long!"
"Fool! Durabalitshu had been prideful enough to understimate his opponent, now he will be fighting in earnest."
"These aliens, they are most formidable! I am searching the galactic network for information on them immediately!"
"I will do this as well. Perhaps we have remained isolated for too long. The world is beginning to pass us by, if even mortals can achieve this degree of strength on their own!"
"Even the emperor will watch this, I should bet! Already every single cultivator will know this has occurred!"
The alien's red eyes of the lithorian locked with the cultivator's as he steadied his own position,debris now flying all around
"There you are" The outsider projected directly into Durabalitshu's mind,now that verbal communication was off the table
In a flash,Uq'eiks eyes lit up like lanterns as he once again assailed the transhuman's ability to control his augmented form,following up with a series of rapid swings from the plasma sheathed sword. The thin glowing outline of the weapon intensified up considerably just before each motion,projecting outwards and forming a hail of ionized arcs which were promptly launched at the immortal.
"Oho." Durabalitshu thought back. "So this is that communication method you spoke of. I am beginning to put things together."
As Uq'eik attacks, two things happen. Firstly, he would sense Durabalitshu's mind waver precisely as it had the first time he used his psychic destabilization attack. But simultaneously, in complete opposite to what his psychic senses were telling him, Durabalitshu would raise a hand and emit a shockwave of force as he had done during his first true move in this duel, neutralizing the attack. Both of these things should, of course, be impossible.
While still apparently reeling from psychic disruption, he closes in a flash to land a explosion-enhanced punch to the alien's sternum.
The alien was perplexed,doubly so,both at the fact his psionic attacks had become ineffective and because the transhuman just produced a shockwave in a vacuum.
Still,the sudden charge was something Uq'eik saw as an opportunity more than anything else,and another display of foolishness on Durabalitshu's part. Thinking quickly,the alien threw the sword at one of the pieces of debris floating about,then recalled it as soon as it had become imbedded in it. As a result,both it and the piece of spacestation were transplanted right in the immortal's path. Unsurprisingly,despite being bigger than either of them,it was plowed through easily.
He merely hoped that the sudden impact triggered the instinctive reaction his body displayed throughout their fight,before the lithorian raised his dagger and performed a downward swing straight into the cultivator's fist,gambling on the tool's disruption field and the enemy's own velocity to do the rest
The air around them may seem like empty void, but how sure can one be that this is the case? One thing is certain, however. The shockwave was not nearly as far-ranging this time, dissipating about a dozen feet from the cultivator's body. And unlike last time, Durabalitshu was decidedly not acting instinctively. Rather than simply barreling through the massive chunk of debris, he rotated himself and kicked, activating another strike of explosive force which ought to be impossible, sending the debris careening toward his opponent.
A pincer attack would be formidable under the effects of gravity, but third-level cultivators were accustomed to the maneuverability the void of space offers, and unlike before, Uq'eik had not utilized cloaking methods to conceal his presence. Durabalitshu shot upwards as the plasma sizzled against the chunk of metal, standing above the scene.
Now no longer under psionic attack, Durabalitshu thought aloud, broadcasting his words under the assumption his foe would hear. "I suggest you end this fight. Space is my battlefield, the speed of starships my pace of combat. If you insist on continuing now it will only end badly for you. I had given you the opportunity to lose gracefully, but now we have gotten carried away and made a scene." A pause. "You are formidable in your own way, but against the Great Crater Immortal's fullest extent of power the only thing you are capable of controlling is the degree of the damage done before I render you unable to continue. That you have wounded me, and withstood even a single one of my attacks without myself holding back is worthy of genuine praise, even my peers will think highly of you. But I implore of you, back down. There is glory in noble defeat, to scrabble and claw at a superior foe is an embarrassment to both parties."
Uq'eik scoffed as Durabalitshu evaded both attacks,but one good thing did arise from this. Considering how much better the immortal performed just now meant his mental intrusions were worth something after all,though how the cultivator learned to even somewhat cope with them still perplexed him.
The speech however stopped his train of thought dead in its tracks. The lithorian did infact hear every word,staring blankly at the opponent for a few moments. The creature then began to shake,gently at first but becoming more erratic and violent with increasing rapidity. Soon enough the creature seemed to be convulsing uncontrollably,even leaning back from the effort.
When its eyes met the transhuman's and let off the same sneer,everything became crystal clear. He was laughing,and profusely at that
"I apologise,but you may wish to tone down this high and mighty attitude of yours,lest nobody out there is going to take you seriously."
The creature quickly pointed its sword at the posthuman,its expression now dead serious
"And for the record,I'm not the one who lost an arm and half of their face" Uq'eik shook the sword up and down,clearly communicating to his opponent to come at him
Durabalitshu did not respond to his laughter, only thinking back.
"Very well."
Durabalitshu began to move backwards, accelerating until he hit 40,000 kilometers per hour before swinging back at the same speed in an erratic evasive pattern, emitting explosions at increasing frequency until he was surfing a bubble of constant force extending some dozen meters around his body, moving towards his opponent.
The lithorian let go of the sword as he watched Durabalitshu blitz about in his random patterns,recognizing that it would be useless,but clutching the dagger closely. The alien then began to spin,rotating faster and faster by the second. Thankfully,the change of circumstances did not only provide the cultivator with advantages. While Uq'eiks telekinetic based mobility meant he had no issue maneuvering in a vacuum,the lack of atmospheric drag also meant he had little limiting his maximum velocity.
As such,the creature's centrifugal velocities reached new heights,completely beyond what was displayed in the arena,all without the worry of being burned by the plasma he'd normally generate going this fast.
Then,in an instant,the lithorian teleported just a couple of meters in front of Durabalitshu's protective shell,the size of which he'd gauged earlier. Uq'eik let go of the dagger,letting it fly at unthinkable speeds straight fie the charging opponent while simultaneously using his arms to psionically pry open a corridor through the incoming shockwave shell,all but assuring a collision. What happened next was between the cultivator's girth and the tool's disruptive fields.
The knife penetrates the shell, and two things happen. Firstly, the knife goes right into Durabalitshu and out the other end, erupting from the back of his body in a crater of synthetic tissue and exotic particles, creating a cloud of sparkling matter which flowed from the cultivator's body like the tail of a comet. Chatter erupts from the onlooking crowd at the speed of wireless communication.
"Durabalitshu was wounded! He was truly wounded! That impudent mortal-"
"Silence, fool! The title of mortal cannot be said to apply after this. I would rate this individual as an honorary immortal!"
"Quite, this is a blow on par with one a true third-level fighter could have given. This is beyond my expectations. To think I had bet Durabalitshu would win without a scratch!"
"Most impressive! I will watch this one's career in the future. If foreigners can reach these heights without the help of the collective, we are truly in danger of falling behind!"
However, kinetic impacts were precisely what the master of kinetic force was built to withstand, Durabalitshu does not stop moving, slamming into Uq'eik at 40,000 kilometers per hour with the force of a starship's artillery shell, continuously emitting explosive detonations in thrumming booms from his body. Survival would be a miracle, but the alien had been lucky, no, skilled, so far. Perhaps even now he had the strength to withstand such a blow. Either way, this was the final confrontation!
The audience would no doubt be treated to quite the light show from the final clash between Durabalitshu and Uq'eik,however they'd also no doubt notice something more than a little strange shortly after
Uq'eik himself was now in the room,though looking like a walking corpse more than anything else,robe torn and exoskeleton riddled with cracks,as well as steaming all over. He had translated back there right after positioning his body to pass through the crater that his attack had plowed through Durabalitshu's body. Unfortunately the maneuver itself was not without flaw,signaled by the jutting shoulder pads of his outfit being gone by virtue of not fitting through the gap. The impact that tore them off also transferred more than enough force to shatter his actual shoulder bones,leaving the alien's arms to sag about uselessly.
The lithorian looked up,its previously glowing eyes now flickering like defunct light bulbs. It began to shamble forward,slowly,pitifully,yet also methodically. Even in this state,he had the way they came through memorized,thus steadily making his way back to the central chamber again,both uncaring and partly oblivious to the attention he might have been drawing. He only knew two things,this fight was over,he had no more ability nor desire to challenge that fact,and he desperately needed to get back to his ship
Durabalitshu floated in the void, wounded but victorious as he looked over to his where his foe had been, a complicated expression on his face. No smile of victory, or any sort of pleasure for that matter registered. Only a mixture of stone-faced seriousness and... regret? For like all things in the Divine Lotus Blossom Empire, there was more going on behind the scenes than was easily visible to outsiders, and even more severely wounded than Durabalitshu's body was his social standing!
What he had done, inarguably, was cause a scene! Even in victory, he had stolen a great deal of attention from his hosts, with his display of cracking the arena and his zero-gravity duel with the alien ambassador. In short, he had made a fool of himself as his pride, and indeed his nature as a lone cultivator, forbade him to do anything but continue fighting, turning a well-intentioned spar into an aggressive brawl as he found himself matched by an opponent he had rated as far below his level. Any chance of forging relationships at this auction and increasing his social standing had radically decreased, and his hopes of increasing the speed of his growth had vanished. Meanwhile, the lithorian who had lost could easily be reframed into a victim by Durabalitshu's rivals, unjustly beat down by an arrogant cultivator who did not abide by the precepts of the righteous path, regardless of the truth or how close the fight had really been.
The long term ramifications of such an error could be resounding, especially for a lone cultivator like himself. Bereft of new allies, he may well find himself press-ganged into a sect or simply find an eventual lonely death as the enemies he had made grow in power faster than himself, and come back seeking vengeance. While there was always opportunity to rebound from loss, this had been a significant mistake for one in such a precarious position as himself. His words to Uq'eik about backing down were not just arrogance, he had been trying to avoid this exact scenario!
However, it is likely that he had already destroyed his prospects when he destroyed the rental arena. By then, he had been desperately trying to avoid losing any more face than he already had, and grew reckless as a result. His confidence in giving that arrogant speech was the last defense he had not just against the alien, but against the vultures watching his display, calculating the odds that they could get away with kicking the cultivator now that he was down. Given his current injuries, he would be extremely vulnerable for some time, and his chances of recovery at all had become dreadfully low.
With this weighing on his mind, all he could do was limp away and make a shameful exit.
Meanwhile, the discussion in the local datasphere only intensified. The watching cultivators were keen enough to have noticed the lithorian had survived, otherwise they would have been chomping at the bit to go after Durabalitshu, in the name of righteous justice of course.
As the foreign dignitary appeared in the central chamber and made his exit, though he may not have noticed it, he was regarded anew by those who watched him, their expressions less the condescending or heavenly air reserved for aweing or intimidating mortals, but the neutral expression of careful scrutiny and respect reserved only for those they had marked as peers in their world of transhuman intrigue.
However, as the alien makes his exit, the Yin and Yang Tea Immortals, hosts of the auction, make their way onto the upper balcony to begin proceedings. This part would be a brutal contest of financial power and underhanded trickery in order to obtain the treasures the participants desired, and the thrill of something akin to battle quickly has the audience's minds turn towards each other as the interruption comes to an end.
Should they do so, they’d find the inside of the sphere to be far different than its outside. The metal airlock gives way to a stunning vista of gardens ringing a massive open-air oriental building in the center of the flat plane, the air above a holographic sky mimicking the teal-blue atmosphere of Dakalia III.
Within the building a thousands of humanoids of varying appearance. The most common physical features are white-jade skin, black hair, and black eyes with irises glowing some color (usually white), but many others go a different route entirely, with some having wholly mechanical-looking bodies, differing body colorations, multiple arms, or other such changes.
There seem to be seven major groups present. Spread across the building are figures in green and brown robes with a prominent tree symbol woven within. Judging by their behavior, they seem to be the caterers and thus part of the Jade Forest sect. The next group occupies the center of the pavilion, with members wearing pale pink and white robes with gold decoration with a lotus symbol displayed somewhere. Then a group with green and white robes with a symbol of three stars, another with teal and dark pink with an ornate and curving lightning symbol, yet another with white and red with a crane symbol, another with charcoal and dark orange with a mountain symbol, and lastly a group with dark blue, black, and silver robes with a dragon symbol. These six groups seem to be afforded the most respect, with no other group matching them in numbers or the attention they’re getting. A quick scan of the Ancnet would reveal these as the six Solar Powers, or the strongest sects in the empire, with the pink and white group being the Divine Lotus Blossom sect, rulers of the empire for over two centuries. The others would be the Emerald Nebula sect, Prismatic Jade Lightning sect, Heavenly Stellar Crane sect, Immortal Solar Mountain sect, and Pulsar Light Dragon sect respectively.
Beyond these groups, a wide variety of strange figures sit and converse among themselves or with others, many with empty seats available at the tables they rest at.
In one, a pair sit together. A serene-looking male with flowing black hair and white synthetic skin. His eyes are glowing pale yellow with black sclera. Sitting beside him is a young man with a slender body covered in golden metal plates along with a human face of red synthetic skin. His long, wild mane of hair glows pale blue, as do his eyes, which have black sclera.
Another is dominated by an obese-looking man with charcoal-black skin, white-glowing eyes, and no hair to speak of. Despite his bulk, when he gestures or moves, his body displays precision and finesse not normally associated with the morbidly rotund.
Yet another patron is a nine-foot-tall figure of sculpted red artificial musculature covered by shining bronze plates with a Buddha-like face mask.
One more is a young-looking woman with pale green skin, flower petal-like pinkish red hair, and similarly colored eyes. She frequently seems to get speak with others, all of whom treat her with great respect.
Another is a sinister-looking figure with black hair, glowing white-irised eyes, and skin which can best be described as horizontally-segmented silver metal, like the underbelly of a snake. A similarly-colored snake, in fact, is draped across the person’s body, some thirty feet in length.
Yet another is a small group, with dark blue, silver, and gold robes with what seems to be the stylized symbol of a river emblazoned on them. Despite their smaller presence, they seem to get a lot of attention.
Many other similarly odd figures and groups occupy various places, some alone, others in cliques. They freely talk among themselves, and overall the atmosphere is one of polite revelry, with various dignified figures exchanging pleasantries with one another and keeping up to date with the latest news and gossip.
Chyrix System,Austral Expanse
High above the cradle world of the lithorian collective and nestled deep within its orbital ring system was a dark chamber. Two figures sat opposite from eachother at a chitinous table,resting on growths that sprouted from the floor.
On one side was Naz'kid. She was strange to behold indeed,being black as the night with a form to match. A long stem sat in place of legs,sporting tendrils that sprawled out from its base. Her arms ended in digits that were nothing short of blades,and sharp growths curled backwards where her knuckles should have been. Her shoulderblades were long and curved up,and some kind of cape flowed down from them and her arms. The creature's head was vertical and flat,sporting two horns akin to those of a bull on either side,one above the other. Jutting from the top of Naz'kid's head were two other horns,which were moose like. Her face held only one feature,eight eyes arranged in a couple of vertical rows,each giving off a scarlet glow
Sitting on the other side was Qhoz'ul. He was a towering figure,standing a head or two above Naz'kid despide being hunched over. His lower half was much akin to that of his fellow,a thick stem that touched the floor,only his lacked any ramifications. His arms were long and lanky,almost touching the floor and ending in sharp crooked fingers. He sported a thick mane of tendrils which fizzled out into a swirling mass of tiny nubs. In the center of this was a disturbingly human-like skull of yellow colour which glittered with a metallic shine. The thing had three eye sockets,one of which was carved out into its forehead,that hosted a dim red light within
After a few minutes of silence,Naz'kid spoke
"Your 'guest' is late" she said with a displeased look in her eyes
"Give him time. He hasn't gone outside his domain in decades." Qhoz'ul said patiently
So,you've spoken with the librarian? she asked with an intrigued expression
"Precisely. He has recently taken an interest in the outside world. The galactic community must have intrigued him. I've heard he has already interacted with some of our contacts there"
Just then,the entryway to the chamber opened,Uq'eik had arrived.
The third creature was smaller than both other occupants and was dressed in a robe which was a mixture of dark red and white.
His face was a porcelain white and looked like some kind of mask,made up of plates that occasionally shifted and jittered. The only visible feature on his visage were two eyes,each one a monochromatic pit of violet. Three thin blade like growths emerged from his forehead,one shot straight up while the other two went sideways then curled upwards aswell,giving the impression that he was wearing some kind of tiara.
Uq'eik also wore some kind of chestplate over his robe,one which bore four eyes akin to those on his face. Furthermore he had two extravagant shoulder guards which extended downwards before curving back up,each one encrusted with a trio of red gems.
The so called librarian sat down with the other two aliens,saying nothing
It was Qhoz'ul who broke the silence
"Well then. Seeing as all of us are here,allow me to announce the reason I called you two here. Are you two aware of the 'Thermaxian leviathan'?"
Naz'kid tilted her breath
"Of course,it has evaded Phiraeth's grasp for years before disappearing from our grid. What of it?"
Uq'eik knew of that tale as well,after all his minions tirelessly collected information during his period of solitude. Nevertheless he remained silent as Qhoz'ul continued
"My probes have confirmed its return. If reports are accurate,it is currently stalking a pod of smaller voidborne,it doubtless seeks to strike them at some point before vanishing in the expanse's depths again.
I believe that with our combined assets,we have an acceptable chance at finally slaying that abomination and then divide the nightstone among us."
Naz'kid thought carefully
"I cannot say that I'm in disagreement. Given the recent nightstone tithes imposed by the Administrators for 'trade',having a supply of that scale would certainly help us"
As the two of them began talking about plans on how to attack the beast,Uq'eik sighed. Those two hadn't changed,still focusing on the bland and distasteful prospect of combat. He snapped his fingers,beckoning a small chitinous humanoid to bring him a tray.
Atop it was a kettle which stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to the other biological growths around it. There was also a fancy teacup,which Uq'eik promptly began to fill
This caught the eye of the other two lithorians,Naz'kid in particular seeming irritated as she spoke
"What is that?"
Uq'eik did not answer at first,filling up the teacup before placing the kettle back on the tray which was promptly taken out
"The humans of the Republik refer to this as T-E-A" he said,spelling out each letter harshly as he tried out the word
The lower plates that made up his face then retracted,showing a writhing mess of flesh underneath. The sinews holding onto each section then twitched again,arranging them together in an inclined ramp. He promptly poured the drink onto it,letting it slide down into a mouth full of needle-like teeth. The plates then promptly moved in their original positions,obscuring his face once more
"It is actually quite exquisite,you should try it" he said before placing down the empty teacup
"As for your proposal,I have no intention of partaking in your silly games. I have another important meeting to attend soon"
Qhoz'ul was baffled,he had heard that this individual was eccentric,but who in their right mind would pass up a hunt this rewarding?
Naz'kid was not so passive,slamming her fists on the table as she gave the robed alien a hateful glare
"Listen you damned buffoon. We did not come here for you to treat us like some sort of joke" she said while leaning towards Uq'eik
"Then I'd advise coming up with something more tempting next time. Now if you'll excuse me,I'll see myself out" he said before promptly getting up and leaving
Tea House,Divine Lotus Blossom Empire
A lithorian bioship would proceed to exit ftl in the system's outskirts,quickly proceeding to the large metallic sphere and accessing its interior via one of the equatorial entrances and disgorging one occupant
As the airlock gave way to the beautiful interior,a familiar robed figure stepped out.
Uq'eik scrutinized his surroundings with interest,it seemed like his long trip had been worth the effort
While walking about from garden to garden, he took note of the various other robed figures moving about in groups,taking a liking to their choice of presentation. These creatures certainly had excellent taste. His curiosity was however piqued by the number of single figures standing about at empty tables.
Not being known for being awkward nor shy,Uq'eik approached the table with the obese man,noticing his surprisingly clean movements. He placed a hand on one of the empty chairs before speaking in a polite tone
"Excuse me sir,may I sit down?"
The Cultivator turns to regard the guest, his expression unreadable as he studies the alien. Indeed, the guest may have noticed other Cultivators glancing at his arrival, but if he bothered to study them in turn he’d easily find out that everyone who comes in is similarly scrutinized. “Oh? Of course, of course, take a seat if you wish.” The man says, nodding amiably. “It is good to see that foreigners are arriving after all. I had been worried they would be too intimidated by our splendor!” Its clear his tone is joking, but he’s evidently a proud sort. “You speak to Great Crater Immortal, Durabalitshu. This senior is happy to help a guest of our empire feel welcome.” On closer inspection, his skin is clearly odd. It almost seems to twist and ripple at times when he moves or gestures.
Guild Exploration Vessel Quail
“Are you certain this is the right station? It sure is out in the sticks.”
Carlais asked aloud to Jatai, the ships captain as he looked over the holographic display and maps of the region. Notably those of the ‘Tea House’ station as their own vessel began to approach it.
“I am dead certain it is Carlais, all of these invitations and comms traffic leads right here. Also, how much do you know of the locals?” Jatai asked of her subordinate while lifting through the layers of the three dimensional map to see the traffic and communications herself.
“Not much beyond for being transhumanists that hold some serious grudges.”
He replied back in a shrug and inputting some navigational data in the ships computer to finalize their docking approach with the station.
“Well, lets stay on their good side then. Information is the most valuable resource in the galaxy. I’m certain Mr. Natas will be pleased with the news of our arrival, he is paying for all of this afterall.” With that Jatai stepped out of the small bridge of the Quail and headed down to the ships lounge to get ready
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The Quail docked among the other vessels in the equatorial ring, its stout yellow hull was covered in small scorch marks from where the flash armor went off to protect against micrometers from its many months of exploration in sparsely populated space. Out of the vessel came three foreigners of Kepler origin, one women and two males, into the vast spectacle of this tea house.
Carlais looked up at the ceiling hologram when they stepped into the open out of the docks and made a small remark. “Clever illusion, made to remind people of home, relax a little.”
“Only home a man needs is a purpose and a ship.” Jatai replied back as they walked through the main plaza on their way to the teahouse with Natas in tow.
“Eh, trees and blue sky are a good change for sure. Always had a fantasy of settling out in the sticks on a ranch.” Carlais said rather nonchalantly as he took in the sight of the locals, they vaguely reminded him of the Remade back home, a weird folk for certain in his mind.
“Quit bickering like a married couple you two. We’re here for business not a vacation.” Natas was quick to break up the back and forth before it got too out of hand. He motioned for them to follow along to the main teahouse pavilion, a rather large internal building of this station that to him tried to evoke grandeur not unlike the old world he spent most of his life in.
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The group of three entered into the main Teahouse and among the room of the rather important looking individuals and approached as a group to the rotund looking man who had other foreign guests. Natas did a curt bow and introduced himself, he was wearing a black suit with a golden stripe down the right side of it and on the left with a golden triangle with a semi circle over each tip marking himself as a guildsman, his two other compatriots had the same marking on their clothing as well.
“Excuse me my lord, but are these seats taken as well?”
"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "Mmm... I shall certainly not begrudge additional guests. Please, take a seat." He says grandly, introducing himself once more.
Meanwhile, rumors are already buzzing among the other guests, transmitted through info-cant rather than spoken aloud.
"That Durabalitshu, why are all the foreigners so far seated with him?"
"Could it be he had already established contact with them prior to this? Is someone backing him? I thought he worked alone."
"It is not impossible. But remember, these are still mortals. It could be a coincidence. They are not like us, after all. Their nations are more like hives of ants! How can they be expected to understand the significance of individuals?"
"If it is a coincidence, he's certainly lucky! People will rethink any agendas they have against him if there's suspicions he's more well-connected than they thought. I would be foolish not to take advantage of this situation were I in his place!"
After all, in the immortal realm, bonds between individuals are most significant. Though the natives give the situation some leeway given these foreigners could easily simply not think like they do, the fact that the newer delegation of foreigners chose to join Durabalitshu by chance or because another foreigner was already with him comes second to the risk that this is a power play or subtle warning to the other onlookers. Suddenly, this cultivator has been catapulted into a position of significance! Inwardly, Durabalitshu is both pleased and worried by this sudden turn. On one hand, the observations of the others were not incorrect, he could certainly act like he has more influence than he does to project power, but of course he knows well it would be a bluff! But Durabalitshu is a lone cultivator. He does not have a sect to nurture his growth, nor is he a demon who will kill and steal to make gains. Thus, he is certainly not going to let the opportunity to make new friends and allies come to nothing!
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Great Crater Durablitshu. I must say this place is quite the spectacle, however I do believe we need to introduce ourselves."
Natas said back to the obese cultivator, he seemed aged with wrinkled light brown skin and slowly graying hair, his eyes recessed in his head like little beads. Yet he was still well spoken with a strong voice like that of a lion.
"I am Horian Natas, Spacer's Guild Purveyor and the owner of the vessel Quail."
He motioned to the two other humans with him, one male and the other female with varying degrees of cybernetic augmentations who seemed to be looking on across the pavilion with jittery eyes taking in the sights.
"Captain Jatai Vermeulen, at your service. I have heard quite extensively of your peoples ventures into the Phasic Wastes"
The woman said, she was taller and stood upon prosthetic legs made of some ceramic materials. Her voice exuded confidence, a deep sincerity of her words without knowing too much of the local culture that they were apart of.
"And that would put me last.. Carlais Vemeulen, I'm the Quail's coxswain..... This is quite the party, are they held often." His eyes drifted lazily towards the hooded lithorian "And you are?"
Unnamed Station - Divine Lotus Blossom Space
The frigate shuddered slightly as the docking mechanisms engaged and Marius puffed out a breath in relief as the hatch opened. He was no stranger to longer trips, but this "Lotus Blossom Empire" or whatever they called themselves, was far out at the back of beyond and it had been almost two weeks in transit. Not to mention...
There was an excited whoop, as Tarneth, scion of House Enarius, heir to the Ring of Dawn and the largest group of shipwrights within hundreds of lightyears of the Imperium, went sprinting past him to barrel out of the airlock. Sighing gently in resignation, he followed after her at a more sedate pace. In one way he could understand her exuberance, given that she was only fifty or so, but it had still been an exercise in patience to have her practically bouncing off the hull all the way here. But her father had insisted, and once she'd learned of this strange 'Q-tech' the newcomers used, there'd been no stopping her.
Dashing into the main concourse, she turned and gestured excitedly. "C'mon, Marius! There's so much to see! Ooh, and look at those curves and braces! I wonder what their -"
Marius's hand gripping her shoulder firmly cut her off, and he smiled gently as the reality of her behavior sank in and she wilted slightly, before drawing herself up again. "Apologies, milord. Where do you think we should begin?"
He didn't answer her for a moment, looking over the various openings and taking in the occupants. Noting the obese man speaking with the Lithorians and...was that? Of course it was, because the universe hated him. "Tarneth, I'd like you to go speak with the booth marked with the river. I'll go and...speak with the others over there."
She blinked in confusion. "What others? Lemme see-"
He nudged her over toward the small group, watched to make sure she was following his orders, then braced himself.
So it was that he came walking up the Durablitshu's booth, a solidly built man in flowing robes of silver with a golden tunic, a small four-point star stitched on his breast. "Greetings, honored sentients. Do you have seating for one more?"
Durabalitshu could practically feel the gazes of the other Immortals on him as the flamboyant foreigner made an entrance as well. Why was everyone coming to him? He was just a lone cultivator! It was expected they would not behave as imperials did, but this was just too much! “Greetings, greetings. Please, this establishment is open to all.” He said, introducing himself yet again before turning to Horian. “And yes, well met indeed. I am certain the Jade Forest sect will be pleased to hear their establishment complemented.” An eyebrow raised at his mentioning of the wastes. “And is this so? I suppose it is rather rare to meet an exporter rather than importer of this ‘Ancerium’, especially from so dangerous a region. Why, I’ve even taken a barge out to harvest some for myself several times, though purely for profit’s sake. After all, I am only third rank, and lack an Internal Palace to store a hyperdrive, unlike esteemed rank four existences such as our hosts. It is more useful to me as a means to acquire other rare materials for the time being, as I spend much less time travelling between star systems.” He said, presumably referring to the Yin and Yang Tea Immortals who ran the Jade Forest sect.
Meanwhile, the table where the river-symbol-wearing Cultivators sit was approached by a new arrival. There were four figures present, though a few other similarly uniformed types seemed to be mingling among the other guests. A pair of female twins with white skin, white irises, and black hair styled in buns, an elderly but muscular gentleman white skin, gold irises, and a nearly combed beard, mustache, and head of hair that also seem made of threads of gold, and lastly a young male figure with a sculpted silver exterior carapace styled to resemble the human form (though his jade-white face is more animated and organic-looking despite the obviously synthetic skin, giving the impression the rest of his body is armor more than an extension of his body), with waist-length dark blue hair that seems to have glittering silver particles embedded in it, giving it an almost starry appearance. It was the young man who responded to the newcomer. “Mmm? Is there something you need?”
“Meng Yongliang!” He was instantly reprimanded by the older man through transmitted info-cant. “Be respectful! She is a mortal, but clearly the child of someone important!”
“My sincere apologies, elder.”
“Bah! You are talented, but you rose to the immortal level too quickly. You must temper that arrogance!” His tone softened. “You are here for the sake of training this aspect. Your battle prowess must be matched by your diplomatic skill if you are to be a beacon of the sect!”
“I shall meditate on this after the contest is over, elder Zou Bojing.”
The entire exchange happened in a breath of time, immediately after his first words toward Tarneth. Immediately after, he put on a polite smile and inclined his head towards the mortal. “Ah, yes, I am Meng Yongliang, also named Night Sky Lord by others. You speak to a representative of the Celestial River sect.” He cupped his fist into his hand, a show of respect.
The figure would nod before sitting down,its hands nested on the table
The alien's face plates would shift slightly as he listened to the cultivator,chyming in to respond
"Yes,I can certainly see why you'd be worried about that. I've never seen any humans quite like you" the lithorian said,its eyes narrowing as it noticed the man's rippling skin
"But where are my manners? I am Uq'eik,a high ranking member of the Lithorian Hive. I must say the trip from the austral expanse to here was well worth the effort" he said in a friendly manner
Their conversation was interrupted however,when a group of more regular humans came to their table and asked to sit down as well
"Greetings" Uq'eik said while tilting his head
"In regards to who I am,you've just missed my introduction. But no matter, you may refer to me as Uq'eik,a respected member of the lithorian hive. You've heard of us,no doubt"
The alien looked over these humans,noticing their uniforms and the cybernetic enhancements of the female
"You hail from the Coalition of Kepler,no? I seem to recall that style of garment belongs to them"
The creature then spotted the high imperium man,truly these humans flocked to the sight of one another like sheep. But there was something else,his keen senses picked up on the conversation at another table. He made out something about "rising to immortal level" and meditation. Thinking over it,these humans did seem to augment themselves to an extreme degree,always seeking improvement
Uq'eik chuckled behind his stoney mask of a face,in his attempts to find something new and different,he came upon a people whose mindset was shockingly similar to his own kind. How ironic,he thought.
Keeping up the banter, that is what seemed to be important now to Horian, to keep Durabalitshu talking enough to get a lead on someone much more invested in operations in the Wastes. And seeing his love for monologuing, this didn't seem like it would be too difficult. The hosts, yes, they would be the ones.
Horian replied back curtly to the cultivator upon hearing of their ventures in the Phasic Wastes.
"For the time being the true treasure trove of Ancerium and Sigec across the galaxy to keep everything running smoothly is the Golden Expanse, yet for the Wastes themselves hold so much more than raw materials. It did not start out the way it is now with all of those dreadful FTL anomalies that my team and myself seek to research....."
He paused for a brief moment to stem his ramblings.
"Do you think you would be able to grant us an introduction with the Hosts?"
Carlais had been mostly silent throughout the event while Horian did most of the talking, yet he had managed to peak the interest of what seemed to be a rather odd... And for certain well connected, quite literally, individual of thousands. A lithorian.
"That would be correct Uq'eik, on behalf of the Spacing Guild more specifically. I've heard of your hives dealings with the RANGSI before, what brings your kind here?"
He mispronounced the Lithorians name , attempting to mimic what was said earlier and not having the same vocal range proved to be a bit of a detriment. Jatai tapped him on the shoulder as some .... unexpected guests... arrived at the table. She cupped her hand lightly over her mouth to prevent potential lip reading and talked in a near whisper, there was not much trust on these cybernetic cultivators to keep a secret.
"Some dreft and their posse just showed up. Keep an eye on them, try to avoid them."
“Indeed, we cannot help but have heard many things about the Golden Expanse. It was beyond our reach for the longest time due to the Ancerium scarcity of our earlier epochs, but with the creation of the Phasic Wastelands, we now have our own reliable supply. It has also been a boon to multiple lesser paths, who study the anomalies in the wastelands to increase their attainment levels. It may even cause a resurgence of the Spatial Path, which was suppressed ever since interdiction techniques were pioneered by Black Hole Venerable.” Durabalitshu rambled on.
“Mmmmm…” His brow furrowed at his question about the hosts. “Unfortunately, that would be somewhat difficult. The Tea Immortals are rather reclusive, and seek to keep themselves neutral in political affairs, pursuing their Artisanal Path moreso than political advancement. Even this event is more a means for them to seek out contacts to purchase more rare materials from than a game of power, unlike-“ He motioned to the areas where the Solar Power representatives are seated. “-other sects present. Not to say their actions are unwise…” Indeed, this was a good time for each of the sects to gauge one another’s positions. While no major players of the Solar Powers were present, the interactions between them and everyone else were monitored closely by all convention goers.
Deep Space
Alpha zeros interest in magic to make up for its own lack of technology manifested, and a fresh off the production line missile cruiser was assigned to figure out what these cultivators were doing, and to generally learn about them
but if there was a tea party, then you should bring some tea of your own. And with the general complete lack of plant life anywhere near alphazero drastic actions had to be taken. One of the seed vaults built on the planet was cracked open, and the plant was grown in a greenhouse on the destroyed planet, before being packed into a shipping container and sent down the cruiser to the tea party
the cruiser was outfitted strangely by alphazero standards, using a nuclear salt water engine instead of the standard orion drive and carrying many luxury goods, with several drones built for the purpose of looking ornate
Tea House System
the 5 KM long cruiser showed up at the edge of the system, and transmitted its wish to join the tea party to anyone listening, it was built well but scarred quite badly by its long journey to the system
it proceeded to the station through the route laid for out it and several of the diplomacy drones started looking for port authorities, while several other ones went off looking for the actual tea portion of the tea house
the fancy drones were built significantly better then the standard, to tighter tolerances, better motors to make them quiet and a mind aesthetics instead of durability and fixability came to mind, but it could be assumed that they would still appear very crude to the cultivators- or most any spacefaring society.
"I have been to the expanse several times for a few expeditions as an observer, there is nothing that even compares to it in its scale or the beauty of the place anywhere else in this galaxy. It is however also the one true source of everything that ever was and ever will be, if you can catch the meaning of my words."
Horian's ear caught the hint of animosity between the various cultivators and their sects at this not so thinly veiled trade show. Beneath this veneer it was not much different than any other large convention in say, Lost Star, or any other international freeport. Just a place for people to observe and take interest in new goods.
"I believe we may have a few things that could impress in the Barter."
Jatai piped up a bit at the mention of the tea brewing to Horian. "Tea is something I make every now and again, just need to get the Samovar out of the ships mess later."
"We'll rely on that when we need to." He spoke back up to Durabalitshu after addressing Jatai.
"Thank you for your time. Lot of pavilion to explore."
The group bowed back down and made their way out of the main antechamber rather quickly. Carlais spoke up in a hushed whisper out of earshot. "Jatai brought this up earlier, there is a Dreft and some of its cronies here. Keep your eyes open. I think they just went inside."
Uq'eik's face plates chittered slightly as the human mispronounced his name,a sort of equivalent to a chuckle
"Truth be told,I am a big enthusiast for this 'tea' you sapients make. When I heard of this convention,I decided to come and enjoy myself. But who knows,perhaps I may participate or get to do some serious business" the lithorian said while shrugging
He wanted to "have a good time" as others would put it,but there was a lingering desire within to stop messing around and get competitive. The alien growled at this thought,its fellows must have been rubbing off on him
He would come out of deep contemplation in time to notice the humans leaving,giving them a diminutive wave of his hand as farewell.
His attention was then caught by the incoming dreft,his mere presence giving the lithorian a strange feeling. Oddly enough it seemed to be a comforting one,reminding Uq'eik of home. Of course,he had no idea why that was
"Why of course,go ahead and join us" he said while gesturing the dreft to take a seat
He also took note of the crude machines walking around,tilting his head in wonder at the sight of these mechanical beings. The creature would wave at one to grab its attention when it happened to look his way,beckoning the metallic being to come to the table.
Biting back a sharp retort as the Kepler party left, Marius turned to Durabalitshu. "It would seem that the company of higher beings such as ourselves is somewhat trying for mere mortals to endure. With that out of the way though, I wanted to speak with you some on the matter of this...Q-tech. It has amazing properties and the enhancements that Cultivators undergo seems similar to the ascension process for dreftallech. Perhaps we could compare notes?"
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Tarneth hissed in fury at Meng's dismissive greeting. "Something I need, indeed. Perhaps some respect would be too much to ask? Or are you too young for that? At the least I doubt your claims of being a representative. Surely no group would appoint someone so...callous to represent at a gathering such as this. Unless I misjudge your people entire, that is."
Durabalitshu waved them off. “Indeed, may the grace of heaven be upon you.” He said, quietly relieved the foreigners would be leaving him alone. He’d already done enough to come across as more well-connected than he actually is, any more attention and people would start seeing him more as someone dangerous than someone not to be trifled with, and that is never good! After all, the tallest flower is the one first to be cut down, one must make sure they don’t stand out too much.
Meanwhile, Yongliang’s smile flickered for a moment. “Young miss, you should mind your manners. It is one thing to make trouble with me, as after all it is ungentlemanly for one such as myself to harm one of your station, but to insult my sect is something else entirely. If it is satisfaction you desire, then-“ His words were cut off by the older-looking man. “Enough.” Zou Bojing said. “Both of you. This is not a time for such pettiness. Disciple, you indeed erred, and the young lady was cunning enough to notice. Apologize.” The starry-haired cultivator is stoned faced, but cups his fists and inclines his head. “This junior apologizes for his words.” After watching the display, his master turned to Tarneth, voice low. If she were particularly perceptive, she may have noticed a slight buzzing in the air as Zou Bojing emitted a field of noise-cancelling vibrations around the pair of them. “Mm. There, this conversation will be kept between the two of us. Now, you are part of a foreign envoy, are you not? Speaking as one who wishes to maintain good relations with the outside world, I implore you to speak with care in the future. Words have power here, moreso than in many outside nations. As such, had you directed your words towards one with less status, they would have had to seek redress against you, or lose face. Indeed, losing your temper is a loss of face, and depending on the situation, you would be courting death. A calm voice belies a calm heart, the strongest tree is unbowed by wind.” The field deactivates. Meng Yongliang stared at them curiously, but said nothing. Zou Bojing continues speaking. “Indeed, I hope my disciple’s contrition is satisfactory. At a mere twenty-nine years, he is quite young for an Immortal, and has much to learn despite being talented. This is a good experience for him.”
That said, this incident was not unobserved, with both Meng Yongliang’s faux pas and Tarneth’s own less tactful response being seen and heard by onlookers casually observing and gossiping in electronic info-cant.
“Oh, it would seem the young miss has quite a tongue on her, is that not so?”
“And this is what foreign mortals bring to a high-class event? They truly are much different than ourselves.”
“Interesting, interesting. I shall be watching these foreigners more closely now, if they will give us such entertainment! That Meng Yongliang, it is good he is humbled. After defeating me a year ago, this could be considered karma, right?”
“Still, he is not unintelligent. I suspect he will take this lesson to heart in the future.”
Before they left the main hall, Carlais made a quick reply back to Uq'eik. He was a little rushed but still in good manner among these cultivators and their strange manners.
"For these people this tea is what gets you involved in the serious business. I do not know how much this applies to you, but think of it as being invited to a formal dinner."
Both Horian and Carlais exited the main chamber in full, making their way out of what seemed to be a den of snakes wearing pretty faces and weaving 'wise' words and back into the main expansive room simply to get out of there before something bad happened, there was a bad feeling in the air when the Dreft arrived. Jatai however, stayed back near the doorway, hoping to go mostly unseen as she watched the events unfold between Meng and this Tarneth.
Uq'eiks faceplates grinded against one another to produce another round of chittering "laughter" at the Dreft's remark about mortals. These new arrivals seemed to be just as full of themselves as the cultivators if not moreso
He paid close attention to their conversation,particulary taking note of the fact that they too supposedly augmented themselves like the cultivators and of course his own kind.
The lithorian would once again fall into deep thought however,remembering the human's last words before he left the table. Should he really try to participate in the contest here? After coming such a long way for the purposes of relieving stress no less?
The creature placed a hand to the side of his head,this whole debacle was starting to give him a headache. Ironically he certainly could have used a cup of tea right about now.
And so he made a small gesture which prompted another being to exit the lithorian's bioship and enter the station. It was some kind of tiny mix between humanoid and cephalopod,sporting a head that outright resembled a cuttlefish and boasting tendrilic growths instead of digits. It appeared to levitate with its legs curled up as it came to the table. The curious little critter would place down a cup and kettle before pouring a cup of tea,the recipe made by Uq'eik himself
"Thank you Ikzul,I could certainly use some refreshment" he said before taking a sip
Uq'eik felt his stresses melt away as he now joined in on the chatter with renewed fervor
"I have to admit that your enhancements are in fact most impressive. I too would like to know the details of this 'cultivation' that you undergo" Uq'eik chimed in,face plates shifting so he could take another sip from his cup
Ikzul on the other hand,merely let out a gurgling noise at its fellows statement and sat down as well,mostly just looking around at the scenery like a curious youngling
Durabalitshu nodded sagely. "Certainly, I will try to help you understand. However, as a mortal, some things may simply be impossible to comprehend, haha!” He smiles jovially. “Though the basics should be understandable. In short, we are touched by the grace of the Dao, the marvel which is Q-Technology. Imagine matter, programmable and exotic, which could be used to to move heaven and earth simply through will and the manifestation of the proper techniques. That is what it is. Yet, it is not some mere tool to be manipulated by the unworthy, no! The inherent universal truths of the Dao can only be unlocked through personal evolution, in which of course Q-technology is vital. In order to make advances, one must accrue more of it in their body, undergoing quantitative and qualitative changes to eventually become one such as myself!”
The fat cultivator pounds his chest. “Do you see this body? Not an ounce of carbon remains within it! I am what you would call a level three cultivator, one who has transcended the limitations of mere flesh and mundane machinery! And I have earned this through my own effort!” He certainly enjoys putting on a show for the aliens, though it seems it is equally a way to inflate his own ego. “Of course-” He adds, his tone becoming less self-aggrandizing. “Everyone here is at least level three, or above. Certainly, this is a meeting of highly influential and respectful figures.”
It is truly amazing, the way Durabalitshu vacilates between boasting and obsequious flattery. Of course, for him, this is understandable. Every cultivator here has finely honed senses well beyond human. Only equally transhuman efforts could prevent one from being eavesdropped on! As a result, the vast majority of cultivators here operate under the assumption that someone is snooping on them at any given time. Gossip moves like lightning, and should one idly make a damning remark it may well be used to bring them trouble in the future! Such skills as Durabalitshu displays are not uncommon.
Uq'eik listened inquisitively as the Cultivator went on with his rant,hands supporting either side of his head as the alien's faceplate chattered whenever the voluminous man's tones reached particular booming heights.
It seemed these folk were of the arrogant sort,perfectly understandable given their upbringing as the member before him described it,along with what snippets he had gleamed on his own. Perhaps,given a few forks in the road of destiny,the lithorians would have become the same,seeing as they were already quite similar
"I see,very interesting. You utilise this molecular machinery to achieve your prowess. I must say,our people are more alike than I imagined. Improvement,both of the self and the whole,lies at the core of lithorian ideology,nay,lithorian nature. Obviously we go about it in different methods,but that just makes it all the more perplexing. Of course,capable as you are Durabalitshu,you may yet find you are quick to draw assumptions! I know not how my might measures to yours,but you will find I am quite the opposite of 'mortal',at least as far as the human definition is concerned..."
The alien paused and put a hand below its chin,could he be referring to a different concept entirely? It certainly wouldn't be the only way these people diverged from the other homo sapiens of the galaxy
“To meet a fellow seeker of transcendence is truly admirable.” Durabalitshu nodded again. “And indeed, this is perhaps a difficulty of translation. You may be augmented to some degree, or have obtained an indefinite lifespan, but ultimately you are limited, yes? Your growth has an upper limit, as a person, and furthermore is dependent upon the strength of the group rather than the individual. This, in my experience, is a key separation between mortals and ourselves. It is not intended as an insult, of course!” How true that is is up for debate. “But rather, a difference in perspective, you see. Perhaps I am wrong, though. Just what exactly do you mean by not being mortal?” The man gave the alien another look. Perhaps he had underestimated these foreigners.
The creature decided to engage in this debate,having had its curiosity piqued by this oh so strange ape,who claimed to have matched or surpassed his sort
"You are correct on both accounts,I am the offspring of careful tinkering,not evolutionary chance,and my cellular machinery is very much capable of withstanding the ravages of time without flaw,rejuvenating ad infinitum."
He turned to look over to Ikzul,the simple creature that he saw as a companion,then back to the great sage
"As for your other inquiry,I am not quite certain. There are those who look upon me as if I were an insect skittering among blades of grass. They have toiled and persevered through epochs to gain The Almighty's favor and achieve those heights of mind,body and something more. Perhaps they know the true limit of lithorians if there is such a thing. Regardless,you may find that the meager,meek cell can go quite far and accomplish many things so long as it is guided by the proper intellect.
Of course,the most effective way of gauging two bodies is by direct juxtaposition" The alien's eyes narrowed,their glow intensifying ever so slightly.
The transhuman raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Certainly, a bold statement. Though, are you sure you wish to make such a claim? Far be it for one such as I, the Great Crater Immortal Durabalitshu, to be accused of bullying the weak. But if it is a sparring session you are proposing, I shall accept, but on the condition that I give you ten free moves prior to my own first strike. This should even our footing to a certain extent, and give you an opportunity to demonstrate your own prowess before the battle is ended.” Gone was the man’s previous smile, he’s deadly serious now. It seems these people weren’t all pomp and blustering after all. “Certainly, I would like to see the extent of a mortal’s capacity for growth without the blessing of Q-technology.”
The lithorian sat up,maintaining direct eye contact with the cultivator
"Please..." It said raising one hand,marble white palm directed right at the man
"My culture practices trial by combat and sparring very frequently. Not once have we given anything but our utmost performance to eachother,our kin must simply learn who to pick conflicts with and whom to avoid if they'd rather their frames not be damaged. I should not be allowed such luxuries here. If I am to be swiftly defeated,it is my foolishness at play. Furthermore,would that not prove your viewpoint?"
"Mmmmm... Very well." He stood up, taking a deep breath. "Let us do this outside, however. It would be impolite to interrupt the auction with our own actions. Though I imagine we shall have quite the audience anyway!" He laughed, regaining his prior jolly disposition seemingly at the flick of a switch. It is indeed clear that many other cultivators have taken interest in the altercation. Already messages were flickering between the idle onlookers.
"So someone challenged that old geezer? I cannot believe it!"
"And a foreigner mortal, no less, how curious. I know their ships are advanced, but could one single individual truly reach our level?"
"Such arrogance! That alien creature has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. He is courting death!"
"Even so, it shall be interesting to see how long he lasts. Let us keep an eye on this, then!"
The alien proceeded to follow the cultivator eagerly,noticing the commotion their little debate was having,no doubt rare or perhaps even unseen among Durabalitshu's kind. Still,he cared little for them if they would not participate,though the fact they were obviously communicating through a medium he had no access to had gotten somewhat nerve stirring by now.
"Of course,I'd hate to cause distaste to those enjoying the convention. After all there is no malice here,the greater creature will triumph and the lesser will be forced to admit defeat" He continued,hands clasping together and soon after becoming concealed by the sleeves of his robe
"I should trust you have the capacity to survive in space? Or will we need to arrange a battlefield?" The cultivator asked casually as they walked to the edge of the space station. "I shall certainly oblige in that case, it would be a small matter."
The creature tilted its head for a moment,not being accustomed to such questions. It closed its eyes in understanding before answering
"Oh yes,I can endure. Though truth be told,an enclosed and pressurized space would be ideal. You may find my alternative to verbal communication to be...intrusive" The lithorian continued on,navigating seemingly unbothered by the lack of a sense
"Mm. Very well." A few moments later they were standing in the airlock. Waiting for them was another apparent cultivator, but this one clearly partially organic, with cybernetic implants that seemed to meld seamlessly to his flesh. He cupped his fist and bowed low. "My master greets you, honored immortal. This lowly servant will lead you to your arena."
The airlock opened to reveal a large, empty interior with a flat, gray floor, and walls and roof that seemed to be lined with black, hemispherical orbs of an almost oily substance.
"This is a rental arena." Durabalitshu explains. "A few of them orbit this station right now, to accommodate situations such as ours. I can only imagine things will become more heated when the auction begins in earnest! Then, people will be waiting in line to settle disputes through this manner, you see. We are lucky to have agreed to spar prior to that. This place should be suitable for your needs."
The fact that one could casually rent a massive arena to battle one's peers in spoke volumes about the empire's culture.
The lithorian's gaze found itself fixated upon the half machine half flesh being before it. No doubt,this must have been a more undeveloped member of their race,atleast compared to the behemoth he was gleefully engaging in combat. Perhaps the most obvious indicator of its juniority was the fact it actually spoke rather than commune through the link that the others share
"You said we were likely to have an audience. I perceive no one,are they watching remotely?" The creature pondered as it entered the arena,not a far cry from those at home,though perhaps a bit more dull
"I must say,I always saw duels as a chore,something one must do to progress,to rise up in the order of things. And yet,facing one who is not my kin,it brings actual excitement,not unlike that often displayed by my brothers and sisters. Still,I can't quite ascertain why..." The lithorian stared down at the floor for a moment,deep in thought. It did not last,the creature soon locked eyes with the cultivator once more,then folded its hands behind it back. The alien's expression was as focused yet blank as ever,carefully scrutinizing the transhuman's form,waiting for them to make the first move
"Indeed. I have no doubt many have paid a small fee to observe this battle. It is another way these arenas make a profit." Durabalitshu nods. "Yes, you do have the air of someone who revels in the prospect of a challenge. I can certainly appreciate that. You have the attitude of one of our kind, in this regard." He calmly walked to the other side of the arena, folding his hands behind his back.
"You may begin when you are ready. As I said, you will be given ten free strikes in which I may only block or dodge. After that, I shall strike in turn."
If the lithorian had any capacity for detecting energy readouts, he would now be aware that Durabalitshu is producing a truly formidable amount of it. It has the signature of something like a gun you might find on a frigate-class weapon, in terms of output.
The lithorian was certainly aware of the grand energy buildup that was occurring inside his opponent's body,marked by a sharp increase in the infrared aspect of his vision. Still,he was not intimidated,not yet at least.
"Very well then. Let us..." The alien finally unfolded its hands,spreading its arms to either side
"Begin" The creature dashed forward,faster than what the human eye would be capable of reliably tracking,not that such measures applied to either of the two. Readying its claws or perhaps more accurately,needle shaped fingers,the lithorian aimed for a passing slash to the thigh,a proof of concept so to say. As it approached,said fingertips began to vibrate,massively so,enhancing their performance without the input of strength on the Uq'eiks side
The slashing attack nicks Durabalitshu, who remains standing, glancing at the minor cut on his thigh. "Oh, certainly you possess formidable speed." He says politely. He didn't seem concerned by this attack, having not bothered to counter it in any capacity. "Were I a mortal, no doubt my leg would be a shredded ruin. A formidable attack." It's clear he is being polite, however. To him, this is more like showing a child that there are things which are best left to adults. An awkward situation, but ultimately one that needs to be treated with more tact than normal given this fellow is of significant standing in a foreign nation. Durabalitshu is in an awkward situation, having to praise the alien's attack in order to avoid giving offense, regardless of effectiveness. Of course, this is the only trick he has seen so far…
Uq'eik glanced back at the cut inflicted upon the transhuman's leg,then at his own hand. No blood,either he hadn't gone deep enough or these things simply had no vital fluid. Regardless,this was a good start. It seemed he was in fact capable of inflicting damage,even while taking this about as seriously as Durabalitshu himself. Still,one problem was the fact he couldn't also gauge the Cultivator's speed, either because he was too fast for him already or he did not bother to move out of the way. His own bigger fellows often boasted this level of speed at least,so he opted to assume the second option,aided in no small part by the cultivator's patronizing attitude. He really wanted to get that much figured out at least before the proper battle began.
The lithorian took off again,this time straight into the air,then somehow sharply turned mid air not once but twice to claw the cultivator's back from the side,twice as fast as the first time,both in velocity and the vibrational speed. He did so again about three other times in the span of moments,delivering hits in various areas and taking turns without ever hitting the floor like some kind of living missile. Eventually he ceased and stood back turned against the posthuman,turning to see his handiwork this time around
There is no doubt that the lithorian's claws have struck the cultivator, more nicks appearing on his artificial skin. But now that Uq'eik has landed multiple strikes, he can definitely recognize something is off. As he slashes, Durabalitshu's flesh seems to shift and ripple in response to his strikes, like slamming your fist into a non-Newtonian fluid. Such a dispersion of force seems to greatly negate the damage the alien can inflict, and all without any sort of active movement! Durabalitshu remains calm despite these mild injuries.
"I must congratulate you on your progress. You are far beyond the strength of a normal human, who would be unable to pierce my primary integument were they to fight me unarmed. Your species is truly formidable. I have do doubt you could match a first-level cultivator."
The alien was pleased with the discovery of this subdermal layer,the reason for the ineffectual nature of his current kinetic strikes. With a now auditory buzz Uq'eik increased the claws vibrational frequency by a factor of ten and took off again towards Durabalitshu,this time causing a sonic boom at the point of departure. Just before contact,the alien once again changed his trajectory towards the floor then up again to try and slash across his chest. To his surprise,the cultivator actually reacted now,attempting to block the strike. Uq'eik changed trajectory just before he could slam into the massive arm then switched back towards the ceiling,letting out a sneer as he passed by the transhuman's eye level. Ending up back in his starting position for a split second,facing his opponent once more,the lithorian took off straight for him. This time so fast that the creature's figure was concealed by plasma,though still safe within a bubble of air just beyond its flow. The creature stopped dead in its tracks some ten meters from the cultivator,but the wave of ionized air continued,slamming into and bathing him in turn.
As this was happening,the creature's horns began to emit a low buzzing aswell,indicative of psionic potential being activated. Uq'eik reached out through the galactic scalar field for the posthuman's mind,trying to infiltrate its reaches while also studying its physical vessel,his analogue of a brain.
Indeed, Durabalitshu remains as stoic as ever, but as the alien moves with a sonic boom, he would find that his strikes were countered. Durabalitshu moves blindingly fast for someone of his girth, arms moving with such speed that each one creates an explosion of pressurized air as he puts his guard up. Though there is no way to tell, the audience which had been watching erupts into discussion.
"Great Crater Immortal moved! He actually blocked it!"
"Is he taking this seriously now? From a mortal?! Nonsense!"
"No, look, that alien was capable of breaking the sound barrier, that is significant!"
"Perhaps Durabalitshu has grown overconfident, granting ten moves to this interloper. How amusing."
He certainly looks ragged, the flesh underneath his torn skin resembling human musculature, but clearly artificial and a sleek black coloration. But as the wave of ionized air hits him, a sudden massive shockwave erupts from his body, as if an artillery strike had landed directly on top of him! One can visibly see the ripple of the explosive force as it craters the arena below Durabalitshu and neutralizes the forward momentum of the wall of plasma. Uq'eik may well be blown backward by the force of it.
The lithorian looked on with more than a little worry in his eyes as the wall of plasma he just sent towards the cultivator was coming back at him,with a sizable shockwave behind it no less. The creature quickly placed both arms forward and utilized its telekinetic abilities to dampen the effect as a visible shell of air flowed around him,then his body was engulfed completely in the mayhem. Indeed,this was the secret behind the alien's high speed dashes and their inertia defying course correction capacity,only there the force was applied on his own body.
By the time the obstructions cleared,Uq'eik was still standing,arms still forward,sent back a dozen meters and now steaming all over. The alien took a breath of relief and began brushing off the copious dust that had settled on the fine garment,before gazing up at the immortal,now certainly looking worse for wear.
"I take it you won't let me have my four remaining moves" The alien said,guessing that the real fight was just about to begin. Meanwhile,it's horns were still vibrating and buzzing,Uq'eiks mind hard at work against the cultivator's own
He tilts his head. "Oh? Why would I do that? Such a thing would be immensely dishonorable! Would you have it said that I, Great Crater Immortal Durabalitshu, do not keep my word when it is given? I would sooner self-detonate! You were given ten strikes and so that is what you shall have!" It seems these cultivators do have some measure of pride and honor, despite their obsession with power.
"However, I do acknowledge you. Your prowess is formidable, and you forced me to utilize my techniques of the Dao of Force to withstand your assault. That you, a mortal, would force me to activate my path's abilities to block your attack is worthy of praise. Do not expect me to treat you lightly from now on."
As Durabalitshu monologues, the alien can easily look into the cultivator's mind, and what is there is- well- a great amount! If the consciousness of a human could be described as the emergent property of the brain's various processes, then those processes of a normal human would be like water in a bucket compared to the lake of Durabalitshu's mind. There is simply so much, so many thoughts, so many subroutines happening at once, a labyrinth of calculation as formidable as any supercomputer, all seemingly geared towards the function of the cultivator's mind and body. It is evidently clear to the Uq'eik that Durabalitshu, and by extension the other cultivators, are absolutely no longer human, or even just augmented humans. They have assuredly transcended human limitation and become something beyond their original species in a way that Uq'eik, despite his own prowess, has not compared to his peers. These cultivators didn't just lose their humanity, they gleefully threw it aside to become the monsters they are now, and their entire culture is built around venerating this process.
The creature tilted its head at the cultivator's antics,to think they took their word to seriously seemed silly to him,stupid even.
"I see,that is good to know" Uq'eik retorted,unveiling some sort of hilt from his sleeve then proceeded to roll over the hood of his robe.
The alien's body disappeared from the visible spectrum over the next few seconds and the heat source previously booming in his chest went dark
"I will admit,you are certainly quite inhuman yourself,nothing like the mediocre specimens we've encountered so far" The now disembodied voice spoke aloud,hoping to keep the man monologuing while the lithorian finished uncovering the complex nature of his mind,passing onto the physical apparatus it was stored in
"Indeed! We transcended beings are by far the apex of human life!" At least, they believed that is the case. Durabalitshu did not seem concerned by the invisibility of his opponent, though his guard is still up, and the rippling effect of his skin only intensifies, random parts bulging out and receding as the alien could detect formidable energetic readouts all over his body. "It is only right, after all. We who have attained this power through our own effort shall always exceed those who were simply born with talent or had it bestowed upon them!"
As for his mind, it was definitely something one could get lost in. Despite having the outer personality of a brash old man, it is quite evident that he is far more of a complex machine than he lets on, and more aware of himself than one would think. However, if one were simply looking for the where his thoughts seem to originate, it looks like it would be roughly in the center of his girthy chest.
The lithorian silently prowled around the cultivator,taking note of the shifting in his mass. More important was the fact he had located his version of a brain,followed shortly by a bout of mental gymnastics as he began gauging what kind of input would potentially disrupt it. This was not yet the time for such moves,however.
For now,the alien's blade extended from its hilt,the edge glowing as plasma raced along it like a buzzsaw. In a flash,the creature lunged and attempted to land a pair of strikes against the transhuman's back.
Durabalitshu's gaze did not follow the invisible foe, and it seemed like the alien had found an opening. However, just as the blade made contact with the cultivator's flesh, the cultivator's tissue erupted with a thunderclap of force in the direction the blade was swung from. "Ha! Taste my Explosive Redirection Armor System!"
It was said that of all the paths, Force was one of the top ranking close combat specializations. And this seems true for Durabalitshu. His body by necessity specialized in the storage of explosive energy, and it was a simple matter to direct that energy to erupt in a particular direction in response to any sort of physical pressure. Such as, for example, a blade! It seemed Durabalitshu had already prepared a counter stratagem in response to his foe's invisibility. To sense not with sight, but touch!
The lithorian found itself quite surprised and promptly sent flying into a wall by the detonation,crumpling to the floor shortly thereafter. Staggering back on his feet,the alien's eyes narrowed in frustration,his exoskeleton now looking noticeably worn. Unfortunately,the plan he'd been cooking up wouldn't work with this defense mechanism running. Still,it had to have a limit,he just had to wear it down
"That is...quite the impressive defense" Uq'eik pointed his blade at the transhuman,its edge lighting up once more as the plasma flowed
"Let us see how long you can keep it up" With a sudden motion,the creature swung the weapon repeatedly,sending a flurry of plasma arcs towards the cultivator.
"Keep it up?" Durablitshu raised an eyebrow and with a blur of movement stomped the ground, creating another crater in the arena as he sent himself rocketing upwards, flipping himself so by the time he landed on the ceiling he was standing upside down on it, hands folded behind his back as he regarded his opponent.
"I have understimated you, I freely admit this. You are at the least comparable to a perfect-grade level one disciple, and perhaps even an intermediate-grade level two disciple at your greatest extent. That a mortal could achieve this is a testament to the capabilities of your culture."
"However."
"You have exhausted your ten moves."
With another blur of movement he rockets forward to the ground directly in front of the lithorian, hitting with an obscene amount of force, but calculated enough that it won't kill his opponent in his current state.
The alien watched curiously as Durabalitshu blazed upwards and sat upon the ceiling,quietly revving up the flow of plasma that danced around his blades edge in anticipation for what came next. The pair of complex eyes were fixated upon the girthy figure,such that the second sudden motion he made as the leapt back for the ground,for the lithorian,was perceived without issue.
It was then that the Austral Spawn sprung its plan into action as the glow of its eyes intensified,signifying the increase in psionic activity. In an instant,Uq'eik began to directly attack the parts of the transhuman's processor responsible for bodily control,all while he was still barelling towards the ground.
The creature then used one hand to telekinetically dispell the shockwave caused by the immortals bout of sudden speed,before spinning around and releasing an upward swing aimed at the cultivator's shoulder,using the massive opponents velocity against him
Durabalitshu does not change his momentum. Indeed, the sudden psychic attack does send him into a fugue, and he experiences the unfamiliar sensation of his body not responding as it should. For the empire, psionics were a new and concerning development in their long and isolated history, and even Durabalitshu was unprepared for such an attack, as a result, he is unprepared for the plasma strike which neatly slices his arm off as he impacts the ground.
For a moment, there is a pause, and the audience erupts into speculation as Durabalitshu remains frozen in a split second.
"Look! He is not moving! What is this!?"
"I recognize this behavior! His mind is being interfered with!"
"The mortal landed a blow on him! His arm is gone!"
"What a turnaround!"
Durabalitshu doesn't move from where he is, kneeling on the ground in another crater, arm slowly leaking a viscous substance, his face bowed low to the floor.
The alien was very much pleased with the result of his attack. It seemed that for all their physical might the cultivators were oblivious to the ways of the Psion field,a clear advantage for his kind that Uq'eik was more than willing to utilise.
Not prone to letting this opportunity slip and frankly more than a little eager to end this bout while he still had strength and such ploys to pull,the lithorian decided to really go all or nothing. Plunging the still blazing sword into the floor,Uq'eik proceeded to use both arms to gain a telekinetic hold of the dazed immortal,something he'd no doubt be able to physically sense. Then,with visible strain,the lithorian hurled the vast transhuman into the air. In a quick motion the creature both pulled out the sword and let another weapon slide from its sleeve before grasping it in its other hand and dashing for the cultivator.
The thing was some kind of curved and oversized dagger,pulsing with what almost looked like veins of azure energy. These were infact the visual indicators for the molecular disruption field that sheathed its edge,making it perfect for cutting apart Uq'eiks superlative fellow lithorians or in this case,the girthy cultivator. As the neared the still airborne target at supersonic speeds,the outsider seemed to literally vanish from view to the audience,only to reappear behind the immortal. Of course,Durabalitshu himself was bereft of that sight,the lithorian now attacking his optical fibers to induce an illusion of himself that was still there,still headed for him with weapons bared.
With the translation maneuver successful,the real Uq'eik performed another of his physics defying dashes towards the cultivator,spinning up mid flight to look like a blurry buzzsaw as both blade and dagger were aimed and primed. While he hoped to split his foe in twain right then and there,careful effort was inputted on his part to avoid the processor nestled in the transhuman's chest should his hit indeed connect.
The display is impressive as Durabalitshu is pulled and thrown, eliciting more chatter from the audience as he's hurled into the middle of the arena. But as the alien moves closer and closer to his target, that deadly blade bared and ready, Durabalitshu strikes.
He is blind, confused, and knows it. For posthumans of his level, the complexities of their mind allow them to inspect their own inner workings even if they cannot parse what they see from what is being projected. He knows exactly one thing, that he can no longer trust his own senses. Yet, with that knowledge comes the ability to deal with it. His attack should have ended this fight under normal circumstances, but evidently, his opponent has a means of neutralizing an attack which falls short of killing him, and possesses powers which are beyond the scope of Durabalitshu's experience. Which means there is no longer a point to restraining himself.
Without hesitation, he emits an omnidirectional explosive force to the fullest extent of his ability, striking with the strength of a frigate's artillery cannon and cracking the arena in half.
The cultivator was right to act when he did,with Uq'eik already spinning his way towards him rapidly. The sheer discharge of force caught the lithorian off guard,but not enough to rob the alien of a reaction.
Uq'eik knew trying to suppress the entire detonation was a fool's gambit,instead opting to shield himself as much as possible. The alien spun around even faster,creating a ring of plasma which he quickly arranged into a protective barrier as he stopped the momentum of his previous dash. The lithorian proceeded to telekinetically force this plasma sheath through the detonation and,subsequently,sent it barelling towards its source,Durabalitshu. Unfortunately,trying to stop the entirety of an omnidirectional blast with a one dimensional barrier was also a fool's gambit. Shockwaves from above,below and the sides still slammed into Uq'eik,dealing a fair share of internal damage as he was sent flying towards one of the arena's walls.
Recovering quickly,the creature launched both weapons into the wall,then telekinetically maneuvered them to cut a flawless circular section into it,which he promptly impacted feet first thanks to a quick reorientation mid air.
Now finding himself flying through the vacuum of space at high speed,Uq'eik recalled the weapons back into his hands and launched off the little platform, landing onto the station's exterior with a heavy thud.
Only then did he allow himself to cough up the blood building up in his body cavity,faceplates moving apart to make room for the black ooze. The alien searched around frantically for his opponent,with both eyes and his mind,now fuming with anger at what he perceived as an attempt on his life. Had he not been at a station filled with others of Durabalitshu's kind,he would have made it an objective to dice up the fool and throw the remains in his ship's reactor. If nothing else,his desire to see him defeated was now greater than ever,no animosity be damned,this just got personal
The arena station itself was, now that it is clear to see from the outside, empty. In fact, the entire thing could be described as an autonomous shell, a flimsy cover for the interior which was autonomously directed by its client, in this case a good distance away from the place it had docked. The space station on which the auction took place was visible in the distance, while this rental arena floated in a shattered mess below them. The hidden cameras which had observed the fight detached from the wreckage, circling the pair as other cultivators watched them remotely.
Meanwhile, Durabalitshu floated effortlessly through the void, ignoring the alien as he tossed wreckage this way and that before picking up his arm and jamming it back onto his stump. Turning back to confirm his opponent was still alive, he rose into the air to face him directly, revealing the plasma attack had taken its toll. The left side of his head had sustained damage, and his skeleton of exotic matter was visible now. Though it was less apparent, his restored arm was not operating at full capacity, the move of re-attaching it as much a matter of pride as anything else.
He simply floated there, waiting for his opponent to make a move, or speak. Was he refraining from monologuing, or could he just not do it?
The audience watches with bated breath.
"So! The battle has finally moved to space, hm? I am surprised it took this long!"
"Fool! Durabalitshu had been prideful enough to understimate his opponent, now he will be fighting in earnest."
"These aliens, they are most formidable! I am searching the galactic network for information on them immediately!"
"I will do this as well. Perhaps we have remained isolated for too long. The world is beginning to pass us by, if even mortals can achieve this degree of strength on their own!"
"Even the emperor will watch this, I should bet! Already every single cultivator will know this has occurred!"
The alien's red eyes of the lithorian locked with the cultivator's as he steadied his own position,debris now flying all around
"There you are" The outsider projected directly into Durabalitshu's mind,now that verbal communication was off the table
In a flash,Uq'eiks eyes lit up like lanterns as he once again assailed the transhuman's ability to control his augmented form,following up with a series of rapid swings from the plasma sheathed sword. The thin glowing outline of the weapon intensified up considerably just before each motion,projecting outwards and forming a hail of ionized arcs which were promptly launched at the immortal.
"Oho." Durabalitshu thought back. "So this is that communication method you spoke of. I am beginning to put things together."
As Uq'eik attacks, two things happen. Firstly, he would sense Durabalitshu's mind waver precisely as it had the first time he used his psychic destabilization attack. But simultaneously, in complete opposite to what his psychic senses were telling him, Durabalitshu would raise a hand and emit a shockwave of force as he had done during his first true move in this duel, neutralizing the attack. Both of these things should, of course, be impossible.
While still apparently reeling from psychic disruption, he closes in a flash to land a explosion-enhanced punch to the alien's sternum.
The alien was perplexed,doubly so,both at the fact his psionic attacks had become ineffective and because the transhuman just produced a shockwave in a vacuum.
Still,the sudden charge was something Uq'eik saw as an opportunity more than anything else,and another display of foolishness on Durabalitshu's part. Thinking quickly,the alien threw the sword at one of the pieces of debris floating about,then recalled it as soon as it had become imbedded in it. As a result,both it and the piece of spacestation were transplanted right in the immortal's path. Unsurprisingly,despite being bigger than either of them,it was plowed through easily.
He merely hoped that the sudden impact triggered the instinctive reaction his body displayed throughout their fight,before the lithorian raised his dagger and performed a downward swing straight into the cultivator's fist,gambling on the tool's disruption field and the enemy's own velocity to do the rest
The air around them may seem like empty void, but how sure can one be that this is the case? One thing is certain, however. The shockwave was not nearly as far-ranging this time, dissipating about a dozen feet from the cultivator's body. And unlike last time, Durabalitshu was decidedly not acting instinctively. Rather than simply barreling through the massive chunk of debris, he rotated himself and kicked, activating another strike of explosive force which ought to be impossible, sending the debris careening toward his opponent.
A pincer attack would be formidable under the effects of gravity, but third-level cultivators were accustomed to the maneuverability the void of space offers, and unlike before, Uq'eik had not utilized cloaking methods to conceal his presence. Durabalitshu shot upwards as the plasma sizzled against the chunk of metal, standing above the scene.
Now no longer under psionic attack, Durabalitshu thought aloud, broadcasting his words under the assumption his foe would hear. "I suggest you end this fight. Space is my battlefield, the speed of starships my pace of combat. If you insist on continuing now it will only end badly for you. I had given you the opportunity to lose gracefully, but now we have gotten carried away and made a scene." A pause. "You are formidable in your own way, but against the Great Crater Immortal's fullest extent of power the only thing you are capable of controlling is the degree of the damage done before I render you unable to continue. That you have wounded me, and withstood even a single one of my attacks without myself holding back is worthy of genuine praise, even my peers will think highly of you. But I implore of you, back down. There is glory in noble defeat, to scrabble and claw at a superior foe is an embarrassment to both parties."
Uq'eik scoffed as Durabalitshu evaded both attacks,but one good thing did arise from this. Considering how much better the immortal performed just now meant his mental intrusions were worth something after all,though how the cultivator learned to even somewhat cope with them still perplexed him.
The speech however stopped his train of thought dead in its tracks. The lithorian did infact hear every word,staring blankly at the opponent for a few moments. The creature then began to shake,gently at first but becoming more erratic and violent with increasing rapidity. Soon enough the creature seemed to be convulsing uncontrollably,even leaning back from the effort.
When its eyes met the transhuman's and let off the same sneer,everything became crystal clear. He was laughing,and profusely at that
"I apologise,but you may wish to tone down this high and mighty attitude of yours,lest nobody out there is going to take you seriously."
The creature quickly pointed its sword at the posthuman,its expression now dead serious
"And for the record,I'm not the one who lost an arm and half of their face" Uq'eik shook the sword up and down,clearly communicating to his opponent to come at him
Durabalitshu did not respond to his laughter, only thinking back.
"Very well."
Durabalitshu began to move backwards, accelerating until he hit 40,000 kilometers per hour before swinging back at the same speed in an erratic evasive pattern, emitting explosions at increasing frequency until he was surfing a bubble of constant force extending some dozen meters around his body, moving towards his opponent.
The lithorian let go of the sword as he watched Durabalitshu blitz about in his random patterns,recognizing that it would be useless,but clutching the dagger closely. The alien then began to spin,rotating faster and faster by the second. Thankfully,the change of circumstances did not only provide the cultivator with advantages. While Uq'eiks telekinetic based mobility meant he had no issue maneuvering in a vacuum,the lack of atmospheric drag also meant he had little limiting his maximum velocity.
As such,the creature's centrifugal velocities reached new heights,completely beyond what was displayed in the arena,all without the worry of being burned by the plasma he'd normally generate going this fast.
Then,in an instant,the lithorian teleported just a couple of meters in front of Durabalitshu's protective shell,the size of which he'd gauged earlier. Uq'eik let go of the dagger,letting it fly at unthinkable speeds straight fie the charging opponent while simultaneously using his arms to psionically pry open a corridor through the incoming shockwave shell,all but assuring a collision. What happened next was between the cultivator's girth and the tool's disruptive fields.
The knife penetrates the shell, and two things happen. Firstly, the knife goes right into Durabalitshu and out the other end, erupting from the back of his body in a crater of synthetic tissue and exotic particles, creating a cloud of sparkling matter which flowed from the cultivator's body like the tail of a comet. Chatter erupts from the onlooking crowd at the speed of wireless communication.
"Durabalitshu was wounded! He was truly wounded! That impudent mortal-"
"Silence, fool! The title of mortal cannot be said to apply after this. I would rate this individual as an honorary immortal!"
"Quite, this is a blow on par with one a true third-level fighter could have given. This is beyond my expectations. To think I had bet Durabalitshu would win without a scratch!"
"Most impressive! I will watch this one's career in the future. If foreigners can reach these heights without the help of the collective, we are truly in danger of falling behind!"
However, kinetic impacts were precisely what the master of kinetic force was built to withstand, Durabalitshu does not stop moving, slamming into Uq'eik at 40,000 kilometers per hour with the force of a starship's artillery shell, continuously emitting explosive detonations in thrumming booms from his body. Survival would be a miracle, but the alien had been lucky, no, skilled, so far. Perhaps even now he had the strength to withstand such a blow. Either way, this was the final confrontation!
The audience would no doubt be treated to quite the light show from the final clash between Durabalitshu and Uq'eik,however they'd also no doubt notice something more than a little strange shortly after
Uq'eik himself was now in the room,though looking like a walking corpse more than anything else,robe torn and exoskeleton riddled with cracks,as well as steaming all over. He had translated back there right after positioning his body to pass through the crater that his attack had plowed through Durabalitshu's body. Unfortunately the maneuver itself was not without flaw,signaled by the jutting shoulder pads of his outfit being gone by virtue of not fitting through the gap. The impact that tore them off also transferred more than enough force to shatter his actual shoulder bones,leaving the alien's arms to sag about uselessly.
The lithorian looked up,its previously glowing eyes now flickering like defunct light bulbs. It began to shamble forward,slowly,pitifully,yet also methodically. Even in this state,he had the way they came through memorized,thus steadily making his way back to the central chamber again,both uncaring and partly oblivious to the attention he might have been drawing. He only knew two things,this fight was over,he had no more ability nor desire to challenge that fact,and he desperately needed to get back to his ship
Durabalitshu floated in the void, wounded but victorious as he looked over to his where his foe had been, a complicated expression on his face. No smile of victory, or any sort of pleasure for that matter registered. Only a mixture of stone-faced seriousness and... regret? For like all things in the Divine Lotus Blossom Empire, there was more going on behind the scenes than was easily visible to outsiders, and even more severely wounded than Durabalitshu's body was his social standing!
What he had done, inarguably, was cause a scene! Even in victory, he had stolen a great deal of attention from his hosts, with his display of cracking the arena and his zero-gravity duel with the alien ambassador. In short, he had made a fool of himself as his pride, and indeed his nature as a lone cultivator, forbade him to do anything but continue fighting, turning a well-intentioned spar into an aggressive brawl as he found himself matched by an opponent he had rated as far below his level. Any chance of forging relationships at this auction and increasing his social standing had radically decreased, and his hopes of increasing the speed of his growth had vanished. Meanwhile, the lithorian who had lost could easily be reframed into a victim by Durabalitshu's rivals, unjustly beat down by an arrogant cultivator who did not abide by the precepts of the righteous path, regardless of the truth or how close the fight had really been.
The long term ramifications of such an error could be resounding, especially for a lone cultivator like himself. Bereft of new allies, he may well find himself press-ganged into a sect or simply find an eventual lonely death as the enemies he had made grow in power faster than himself, and come back seeking vengeance. While there was always opportunity to rebound from loss, this had been a significant mistake for one in such a precarious position as himself. His words to Uq'eik about backing down were not just arrogance, he had been trying to avoid this exact scenario!
However, it is likely that he had already destroyed his prospects when he destroyed the rental arena. By then, he had been desperately trying to avoid losing any more face than he already had, and grew reckless as a result. His confidence in giving that arrogant speech was the last defense he had not just against the alien, but against the vultures watching his display, calculating the odds that they could get away with kicking the cultivator now that he was down. Given his current injuries, he would be extremely vulnerable for some time, and his chances of recovery at all had become dreadfully low.
With this weighing on his mind, all he could do was limp away and make a shameful exit.
Meanwhile, the discussion in the local datasphere only intensified. The watching cultivators were keen enough to have noticed the lithorian had survived, otherwise they would have been chomping at the bit to go after Durabalitshu, in the name of righteous justice of course.
As the foreign dignitary appeared in the central chamber and made his exit, though he may not have noticed it, he was regarded anew by those who watched him, their expressions less the condescending or heavenly air reserved for aweing or intimidating mortals, but the neutral expression of careful scrutiny and respect reserved only for those they had marked as peers in their world of transhuman intrigue.
However, as the alien makes his exit, the Yin and Yang Tea Immortals, hosts of the auction, make their way onto the upper balcony to begin proceedings. This part would be a brutal contest of financial power and underhanded trickery in order to obtain the treasures the participants desired, and the thrill of something akin to battle quickly has the audience's minds turn towards each other as the interruption comes to an end.