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(Y/N): Your Name
(L/N): Last Name
Italics: Alien Language
Bold: Thoughts
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(Chosen Meeting Room)
Four Psionic Pillars appear on each side of the room. (Y/N) stands up and watches as his Younger Brother aims Darklance toward their sister.
Hunter: It would be so easy.
The assassin looks up and cloaks when seeing Darklance aimed at her. (Y/N) just shakes his head, not amused by their antics. The Hunter lowers his weapon when feeling a blade near his neck.
Hunter: Good to see you, sister.
Warlock: Miscreants. Restrain yourselves...
(Y/N): Enough brother.
The Warlock glares at (Y/N) for interrupting him and stands down. The Hunter changes his mind about lifting his weapon.
Assassin: The four of us called upon together. Something has changed.
Warlock: On that, we agreed. The battlefield has shifted. Our masters need us once more.
Hunter: Sounds to me like they're afraid.
(Y/N) signs at his younger brother's blunt response. (Y/N) prepares himself to intervene knowing how his older brother is going to react.
Warlock: You dare defile this place with your wretched tongue!
The hunter smiles knowing what's about to happen.
Hunter: Oh I dare.
The Warlock prep a Psionic attack. The Assassin readies herself to unsheathe her katana. The Hunter gets ready to draw his Darklance. (Y/N) is about to pull the pin on two frost grenades but is stopped by the arrival of the Elders.
Everyone goes back to their spots and kneels.
Elders: Our children. Each of you possesses our strength, and each of you possesses our wisdom. Of all our creations you are truly blessed. Your charge was a simple one.
(Y/N): That's not a good sign.
Elders: The subjugation of those who would see our grand design falter.
The Chosen are shown footage of earlier attacks. (Y/N) looks down when feeling guilty but quickly shakes off the feeling. The Elders feel this but stay silent.
Elders: We have been pleased. Until now...
The footage changes to the Commander's empty Containment Chamber. The Hunter and (Y/N) both recall their lateness.
Elders: Our greatest asset has been lost. Stolen from us while our strongest did nothing. We are disappointed.
Hunter: Thought you were the Strongest.
(Y/N) shakes his head. The Hunter is shoved to the floor by the Elder's Psionics. The Elder's voice deepens.
Elders: Arrogance. Defiance. You have walked among the humans for too long. you have been corrupted. You can be reclaimed.
The Warlock smirks at Hunter's punishment. (Y/N) keeps looking at the floor. The Assassin ignores the punishment. The Elder's voice returns to normal and stops their punishment.
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