21st January 2013
09:45 GMT
Draan Del Daar isn't a maltusian I've had anything to do with, though I'm given to understand that he's… They're? More representative of the typical mindset than Hinon. Pick a thing they can do without reference to anyone else and then just get on with it. In their case, they're technically an art lover.
They regard us
hungrily as we come into their sanctum, and I'm honestly surprised by exactly how little trouble I have reading their emotional state. They might be deceiving me, but just about every maltusian I've met has kept me out as a point of principle. In fact… Yes, they're
reading me right back without any connection to the Orange Central Power Battery beyond what all sentient creatures have.
They look a little like a shorter, thinner and paler version of Jevek Jos Jar, but with red and blue robes rather than blue and purple. The colour scheme reminds me of the Guardians actually, but apparently Draan was never a member. Guess they got comfortable in a style from their youth and never bothered updating it.
"Ah…
Look at you."
They
sound strongly interested in us, but their weirdly thin face has barely any expression. I know that for maltusians their body is an expression of their minds, but this is the first time I've encountered one that looks like it might have died but kept moving around because the owner hasn't noticed it yet.
"Such
need. And
you, Source-fragment. I see why he wants to give you a red ring. It is as if you're
incomplete without it; your soul expanded beyond the bounds of your body but without that core part of yourself."
"My anger is not what I am."
"Argue xenopsychology with me when you've seen out your first billion years. Your anger is built into you, the structures of your mind. Everything else grows up around it like
weeds."
His helmet makes it hard to tell, but I think that Orion is snarling.
Ping.
"So I'm
happy to make you a red ring. I'll even make you a personal lantern, though you're not interesting enough for me to be prepared to make a Central Power Battery; I will
not be bound in such a way."
"That's fine: we don't need one. But we
do need-.
"
"Did Hinon tell you how she made your first ring for
you, snake-host?"
"She tore the avarice out of her own psyche, and was rendered comatose as a result.
"
"Yes. I'm
not doing that. I
want to see-" Their cadaverous head
focuses on Orion, the gem on their forehead glowing brighter. "-
what you look like when you use it.
I want to see what it does to your connection to the Source.
What it does to your life!"
"Alright, so what do you need?
"
Ping.
They keep staring at Orion, as he calms his rising irritation. Then they appear to decide that they've seen enough and rotate towards me.
"When the Butcher Entity ran rampant prior to it returning to its home plane, one of the more
martial members of my species tried to fight it. The resulting struggle caused it to spill its blood on a number of worlds. It's still there today. I need some. It doesn't have to be a great amount, just enough to resonate with the anger and hate in Orion."
"Its… Blood? You mean like.. pools of the stuff..? What form does it take?
"
"I haven't looked. It could be anything; when the Butcher impresses itself on the corporeal universe, it tends to warp things in accordance with its own nature. There may be springs which cause berserk rages in anyone who drinks it, rocks or metals which only the greatest warriors dare use to make their weapons, magma that smells of blood and can cause the closest of friends to tear one another apart… Something like that."
"You haven't looked?
"
"If it's really that interesting they can make their way to
me. I've seen that sort of thing before on hundreds of thousands of occasions. It isn't worth me going there just to watch them fail to be interesting."
"Alright. What planets did that happen on?
"
"
Volkreg and
Azmah are the two I know of. There are probably others in the same region."
Ring, map?
"So, go there, find whatever form the Butcher's Blood has taken, get a sample and come back?
"
"It probably won't be safe to bring it directly to Maltus. Take it to my laboratory on Turi and notify me once you're there."
I frown, puzzled. Turi's one of Maltus's moons. It's completely barren and contains no useful minerals. We haven't bothered to build anything on it because it's easier to build in space.
"Why Turi?
"
"The atmosphere appeals to me. And there's no one else there."
I suppose that if we've got bits of Butcher with us then an isolated spot really is best.
"Understood. Is there any advantage in gathering the blood from more than one site?
"
"It would make my work easier and more interesting. It might produce a more responsive ring. I will be making one and no more than that in any case."
Okay, so we'll go to both and then look for other planets as well.
"Alright, I'm sure we can manage that. Anything else?
"
"See if you can find something interesting created in response to the Butcher's presence. I'll make an exhibit of it."
Ping.
Orion's jaw tightens. I imagine that he doesn't like running errands for someone who isn't Highfather, particularly given that Draan doesn't really seem to care about the issues at stake.
"I'll see what we can do. Orion, my records say that Volkreg is a industrial age world with some off-world contact. Azmah's isolationist, so Volkreg seems like the best place to start. Would you mind opening a boom tube there?
"
Ping.
"I agree."
BOOM!
Orion turns away the moment the tube opens, striding through like he'd rather be anywhere else. I make eye contact with Jade for a moment, then we both walk through after him.
We come out onto a cliff edge, the sky cloudy as we look out across a fringed, rocky landscape.
"Was
that the type of being who wields authority in your organisation?"
"No, that's the sort of being who doesn't bother joining our organisation. Unfortunately, most of the ones who join are bound to the Orange Central Power Battery so can't make a red ring. I'm sorry that he-.
"
A series of explosions… Artillery? Air-dropped bombs? Explodes in the distance, as the results of my initial scans reach my brain.
"It's not cloudy." Jade sounds sombre, and I see at once where she's going. "That's ash."