Chrysalis

Coolant looked out from her perch next to the upper sally port of the great gate and felt nothing but confusion.

"Do you want to go tell him, or should I?" she said to Sloan who was clinging to the wall next to her.

The general shook her head, bewildered.

"I mean. They have to know, right? There's no chance that they don't know."

"I assume they know. I mean, what are the odds the two forces aren't communicating to this extent?"

"Almost none, surely. Such a lack of organisation in our foes would throw our plans way out."

"Hasn't this thrown them way out anyway?"

Sloan hesitated.

"That's… true."

The two of them looked out in silence for a few more moments at the totally unexpected scene before them.

"What do you think we should do?" Coolant asked, her scent as calm and unruffled as it always was.

"I don't know!" Sloan fretted. Why would these idiots perform this sort of moronic action now of all times? It didn't make any sense!

again that strange, undirected mental communication washed out over them, rippling through the

the reincarnated one here, or this one, a

on the ground at sword point whilst an elaborately armoured figure reclined in a chair next to him, watching all that occurred with an expression of detached boredom. Next to them a trio of mages worked together, supposedly sending

Who else could they

a zero percent chance that they don't know that! Surely!" Sloan said. "…

if one of the golgari wanted to kill another golgari for some reason, why not let them do it? One less for

don't understand," Sloan sighed. "Anytime something weird happens, it's

trouble like

move a little closer, I don't think

"I'll arrange an escort."

had a thousand ants ready to escort the mage closer to

think a thousand may send

"What do you mean?"

counted quickly, "eight golgari over there. If we walk closer with a thousand, might they think they are

many?" Sloan rubbed the top of her head with an antennae. A

a moment's notice. Sloan had considered things carefully and the delegation contained a healthy mix of mages, for raising shields, scouts, for detecting foul play, and soldiers, to hold the line in the event the others needed to retreat. Once they

you on behalf of the Colony,] she started off formally, [I have come

other for a long moment before a reply

them here so that they may duel the High Blade Balta. He wishes to

out here chasing the Eldest? For what? Some imagined insult?