Chapter 13-8 The Enemies of My Enemy (I)

Chapter 13-8 The Enemies of My Enemy (I)

How many remember the dream? Jaus dream. Shit we were promised when they packed us into these big fucking megacities and told us the future was coming.

I remember seeing all those vids drowning in vicarities of the first pioneers going up into the void. The ones where they push the Ruptures back from the dark and reclaim reality? I remember. I remember, doing it, but I cant quite remember what was said.

When I was younger, I recited Jaus' pledge for the future. The promise of Something about how we could all be our own gods, that we were to be the stewards of the last garden or something.

Something. Thats all it is now. Something. Just a blurry mess and I cant seem to

Theyre making us forget. The FATED. The Guilds. Theyre ashamed. Not afraid, ashamed. Not because they couldnt live up to Jaus words, but because theyre afraid we might remember what we never got.

I cant even remember what the Guilds want. Whats at the end of all this? And the worst thing about being alive right now is this thing isnt anywhere near the end.

The last official census counted 674 billion people living inside the city. Even with the Rash, the refugees and migrants arent stopping. Things are bad out there in the Sunderwilds. Ive heard things The FallwalkersIts all like a bad dream with the Clads. The humanity just leaves you

There are at least well over a trillion people on this planet. A trillion. And there were more before the Godsfall. Why? Why else could there be so many of us other than to die? Why else? This planets a death farm. Thats like the real fate of being here. And I hate it. I hate that I was born.

Ursdin called yesterday. Says moms worried about me. Says mom wants me to come back to the Tierscome home. How the fuck can they just live when this is happening. All they need to do is dive across the Nether and the things were doing to these people while were living our little livesoh, Jaus, oh fuck Im so fucking sorry

You know the most fucked up thing? I cant end it. I cant. Because if I do it, I just feed the killing all the same. Just another ghost inside a phantasmic. Another echo worshipping someones god.



I wish I wasnt. I really wish I wasnt.

-Mem-log of Cala Marlowe

13-8

The Enemies of My Enemy (I)

Council Elder DRongo was an easier target to jack into than Avo expected. Of course, he had backdoor access to the Exorcists network, and with that came Auto-Seances into each of the elite Necros assigned to watch her mind while she languished in dentition, sealed away in a signal-based demiplane channeled from a Domain of Light.

He fed the details back over to the others in the dormitory.

Drawing information from the administrative node, Avo found both DRongo and Greatling to be in similar straits. They were installed within detention pods with detail of personal Necrojacks to look over them while they jumped from point to point across the near void.

As it turned out, the Unwhere was not just a cute namethe description was quite literal. The Unwhere wasnt a location, but a destination in perpetuity; an eternal voyage for all the prisoners trapped between channeled beams.

Though specifics about the Heaven behind the process remained redacted even for the Exorcists, the functionality was simple. Just past the upper atmosphere of New Vultun were approximately sixty-three thousand satellite-golems, each of which functioned like petals of starlight collapsing inward, going from blossoming to budding as their edges straightened into the long dark beyond as an intersection of narrow beams.

In a sense, these beams worked close to a hyper-accelerating pathwaysomething semblant to the lightrails of the hypertube. The only difference was that it seemed one stream of matter could be passed on into another.

As such, even if someone could intercept or anticipate where something was being delivered, it was nigh impossible to disrupt the system enough to collapse the interlacing channels of the ever-moving prison.

This would have been a problem if Avo was trying to free Elder DRongo from custody, but all he wanted to do was find her and link to her Meta so they could all have a little chat.

When the administrative node finally updated him on her next point of arrival in the vast chain of the Unwhere, he applied a few minutes of buffer so that Denton could do whatever preparations she needed to deal with the Elders personal protection detail when she arrived at the golem marked +SATILLITE-BURNSIDE-1273999.+

Avo jacked and lurched back into his flesh. His Echoheads tingled with how long he spent diving in the Nether. Clenching and unclenching his claws, he studied the others gathered across the room. Draus and Kae remained seated but turned toward him. Cas took up a spot next to the stairway leading down, and beside him, Denton and Chambers were staring intently at his phantoms.

Not far, Essus remained turned with his back facing the entire affair, his mind a dull-cloud of exhaustion.

Got her, Avo said. Will be arriving soon. Have her estimated point of arrival in five minutes. He jacked out briefly and eyed the Glaive. Assuming you have a solution for the Incubi Strike Team nested in her Seance?

Denton for her part seemed more eager than stressed about the prospect of facing the best of among her Guild.

Glaives were supposed to be in-field fast-jacking combat assets. Though the substance of their Nether-based education remained far superior compared to the curriculum offered by other Guilds, Avo never considered them actual Necrojacks. Not truly.

Having a Ghostjack didnt make you a real Necro any more than having a gauss cannon made you a street squire. The lines of distinction were made by the mind-divers and those who only swam the surface.

Across from him, Avo watched the woman cast another static thought-clasped arrow toward destinations unseen. For all her cognitive-deviant impenetrability, he hadnt seen her descend beyond the shallows of the Nether. To say he was curious as to what techniques or phantasmics she had prepared for this infiltration couldnt fully convey the depths of his anticipation.

More and more did ignorance offend him. In what he didnt know of his own art, of his Heavens, of how he could face and unmake his foes.

+Like what? Shes an elder.+



+Well. I mightve taken a peek at some of the mem-data. She did something to an Agnos. Something pretty bad.+

+Shit.+

+Yeah.+



+You think the Incubi are+



+Lets just pretend they're listening and say no more, yeah?+

+Yeah.+

Back in the real, Avo could help but grin. If only they knew what actually lurked in the deep next to them.

The arrival of the Elder was like a lightrail coming to a halt. Exorcist Necros loaded whatever ghosts and pre-packaged mem-data needed to monitor DRongos detention pod. A countdown commenced: five seconds until arrival. Five seconds until the stop.

Avo prepared himself for one final jump. Denton. Three seconds.

Cas? Denton said. Are the sounds linked?

The man laughed, and faintly, Avo heard a rhythmic thrumming begin to build over an undercurrent of twitching servos. You gotta ask, Val?

Three actions occurred at once in the following instant: Avo cast himself into DRongos pod using the sequences within the mem-data; Denton connected to him and released a torrent of ghosts through him as a conduit; something pulsed at the epicenter of DRongos accretion.

Avo didnt have time to stop and consider what just happened as he felt himself slip past the DRongos Quicksand wards while the memories Denton ejected out from inside him shot out, highlighting an interconnected sequence to travel down the Elders mind. As he sped down the pathways of her mind, he thought he noticed flickers of accretion building within her Auto-Seance before they all dissolved at the same time.

The bombs went off. Thats a strike cell gone. Cas laughed.

It took Avo a moment to parse what he just heard. Denton and Cas had been planning something behind the rest of them. Something that ensured the death of DRongos personal protection detail.

He didnt know whether to growl his displeasure at the details hidden from him or laugh with bemusement at their success.

The Glaive still wasnt a true Necro in his eyes, but her social and political engineering was no longer in doubt.

What the hells just happened, Chambers muttered.

Some fuckery, Draus deadpanned.

As Avo traveled across the designated sequences, he cast his Whisper out along alternative paths and found them beset with mem-cons and other phantasmal traps. What he had was a straight navigation to DRongos innermost memories without needing to scry his way forwardhe wasnt even sure how Denton managed to plan this one

All he knew was that he didnt need to deal with the maze simulated by the Elders Metathe depths of her mind were directly linked to his Meta now.

+Were in,+ Avo said.

+Yeah,+ Denton said. +Good job.+ She disconnected from his mind momentarily andto his surprisehe heard her laugh. I wont lieI didnt think we were going to get to do this but sometimes the opportunity just presents itself. He heard a shuffle of clothing. Agnos Kusanade. You can jack in too now.

I okay, Kae breathed. Okay.

She didnt follow immediately. Instead, it was Denton that jack back in first, and using Avo as a conduit, she connected herself directly to DRongo.

+Hello, Elder,+ Denton said. +Wed like to talk with you about Godshaper. And what you did to Agnos Kae Kusanade and Paladin Dawton Morrow. Tell me, do you still have his Soul?+

But when the reflexive notes of startlement broke within the Elder, what followed were only the bitter waters of disdain. +Oh, good. More of these questions. Havent you bothered me enough? I told you, by the Articles+

+Were not Paladins,+ Denton interrupted.

Avo could feel the sneer building on DRongos face. +No. Of course youre not. Youre too good for that. And you killed my Incubi. All at once. All without the Exorcists noticing.+ Her features softened. A chuckle of genuine amusement filled her mind. +Ah. The answer is obvious. Welcome to my mind then, Priest of Noloth. Come to strike another bargain with me?+