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Marsh - Side Red And without another word, Nelo turned away from us, and vanished into the crowd. For my end- I worked my way to the command room with Yotta.

The airship's captain slumped on his chair, his expression a constant distress, and his uniform of blue-and-white accentuated his pale face and lips. "Hello, I am Red. I am a Shaman here to help." I said, summoning my Transmigration Staff as introduction. The captain's face livens up upon hearing my words and seeing my staff, and quickly, he reached to the communications system; <> Disciple of the Sage? I looked at Yotta, who let out a slip of a chuckle. The captain then looked at us, "I am sorry to use your name, Lady Shaman, but at this moment, preventing a panic riot from the passengers is an upmost priority." "It's alright." "And this is....?" The captain continued, now looking at Yotta. Yotta gave a bow, then introduced himself "My name is Yotta. I am a scholar from Magia Academy." A greeting so formal and trained, you can't help to wonder if Yotta's done this hundreds of times. "Magia Academy..." The captain scratched his chin as he mused, his tone abit in disbelieve. "Is there a problem?" Yotta asked. "N-no! Everything's fine!" The Captain quickly replied. Wow, I guess even in international business, Everia's hold is pretty strong. "A-anyway, here's the state of the airship, we have only 3 Guards on duty, but none of us are armed with the capacility to fight Grotesques." The Captain said as he adjust the collar of his uniform. "Just 3?" Yotta asked, his tone being that of a surprised one. "I'm sorry...this is an economic flight. Perhaps the premium class is more up your speed, Magia Academic." Ah right, Everia's divisive reputation is as strong as its technological grasp. Yotta doesn't seem to be upset by that remark, he simply gave a smile, then replied. "Forgive my presumption, living in Everia, one can be....spoiled." "Look, that aside, I have just sent my assistant out in the field." I said, trying to change back the subject. Sheesh! Why does this veering off topic at a time of crisis keeps happening? "Your assistant, just one? Alone?" The Captain asked, worried. "Don't worry about him, he has, umm, Shaman's seal of quality." I said, trying to sound as confidently as I can. Yotta, I can hear your snickering. "Then, should I send one of the guards- maybe to assist-" "No, keep their postions in taking care of the passengers. As for me -I'll need to access the airship's roof to perform the Transmigration rite." "I'll have one of the guard guide you. But there's still the possiblity of stray Grotesques. No offence to your seal of quality, Shaman." "This is where I come in." Yotta said, then continued, "I can take care of stray Grotesques in vicinity of the airship." "Look, this is no time for jokes." The captain said, his palm now rests firmly in his face. "I am not joking." Yotta replied again with a smile, and brushed his coat aside, revealing a collection vials- 6 of them strapped to his belt. From the 6 vials, 4 of them are filled with a red liquid, with the remaining 2 filled with a purplish, black liquid akin to an "oily-mercury". I can't tell what those 2 black vials are, but I know the red ones- processed Red Thinners; and from the looks of it, the quality is high. The captain seems to know what Yotta meant, and with a sigh, relented. "Just to be safe, I'd like you to remain radio contact with us, you too, Shaman." The captain said, slumping back into his chair. "A pleasure." Yotta smiled.

We quickly exhanged our communication links and went off on our way. When I reached to the airship's roof, the cloud of red has concentrated so much that is easily visible to the naked eye. Welp, no time like the present. I raised my staff -a twirl, a swing, a flick, the cloud of red captured within the motion of my staff -then one final push to disperse them away. The guard that led me to the roof stood there gave me a salute as "thank you", his expression a mix of gratitude and awe. With the dispersed cloud of red, I looked across the horizon- faint fire puffs flickering in and out. I suppose Nelo's doing fine. I looked towards the ground where Yotta is positioned. He was standing there with a large shadowy blob beside him.



The blob looked oil-like, with colorations similar to the two black vials Yotta was carring. Then, stray Grotesque slipped into vicinity and into Yotta's range. Before I could warn him, the blob solidified into a long sharp cone, then speared the oncoming Grotesque with a force so powerful that it sent the Grotesque flying. As the cone retracts from the flying Grotesque, the blob breaks down, than reform again into its liquid form. Just as another Grotesque going in range, the blob stretches itself into a thin band, then in a flexing motion, whipped the Grotesque to the dirt and out of range. As the second Grotesque croaks, the band contracts again into a single point, then to its liquid structure. Unable to contain my curiosity, I called Yotta.


 * Red: What is that thing?
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: Programmed...liquid?
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: I don't know much about drones, but aren't they just as susceptible to the Plague, if not more due to the incompatible organic nature of Red Thinner?
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: ....I am a Shaman, you know. But do continue.
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: Yes, that's why no antibody works since the virus that invaded the body are indistinguishable from what already is there. For machines, it will just brute force the programming and fry the system.
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: Mm-hmm. But what does this have to do with your liquid drone?
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: You can do that? Man, I know Everia's tech has been 5 steps ahead of everyone but I didn't know this is even possible. Maybe I don't need to perform the transmigration after all.
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: Is there?
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: Sounds like you already tried it.
 * Yotta: <<.... Well, just as its dynamic flow needs to be improved, I'd like to see it able to respond to more advance command beyond basic shapes.>>
 * Red: This liquid drone has a name?
 * Yotta: <>
 * Red: How about Umbra? Translucent and dark- flickering around just like a shadow.
 * Yotta; <>

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