712 waves a left palm missing a pinky in front of security check at the gates of Thaumiel. Shadowy RSoZ scum, he didn't earn his way here. He enters the hollow no-space, assailed by his own shadows at every step. The Satan II replicant at hand as requested. "They shall be made to say 'Yes'" the admiral acknowledges their presence upon arrival. "Agent Wilson will be made to take his anti-infict pills." he continues. On this Sunny morn, the Platypus-bot swims in murky, scum filled waters tempting Typhon below to slither his way upwardly and strike death blows with sharp fangs. "Our Ele-hierophants are trumping their hands?" 712 nods in response. "Good, everything is going according to plan. The Lilithian channel is set to broadcast her the S^G signal, all the on lookers will become dark, empty vessels for our memetic lechery. The Dor signals will overload their biocircuit receptors and leave them in our hands as mere putty." The admiral smiles assured of his plans. 712 bows dismissing himself to tend to the malicious technomantic altar being assembled by the brainwashed hired help, a grey and cold structure. Hecate smiles at the admiral as her purse maid, , makes grotesquely rich sludge beverages. They smile at the thoughts of their plans. Even evil has a warm place in it's heart when all goes according to plan. They are the Bohu-Alliance calling the strings here on the stage 712 is prepping.
Underneath the GbTS store in Thantifaxath is an underground bioweapon research lab where Lenisker modifies and negates stolen corporate resources by pushing their frequency band into the N-Zone clusters of anti-matter. The captured energy from the process allows them to build horrible living malformities thought of in terms of weaponry. Several of these replicants are already in place and wandering around Tericon quietly.
Satan II appears in Thaumiel skin, in black corridors, snake hide skinwalkers with dark black horn and firey eyes. He is set to broadcast his DOR signal into the heard of drones. The Scarlet pope cackles sinisterly, watching from afar with a single left-eye. He has already begun to echo the broadcast of the Satan II & III circuit-clones he'd built between two devices. This created a maddening Thaumiel code which he smiled at the thought of swarming through the fields and into all circuits, thereby creating an electrical device sentience capable of multimemetic patchbaying in post-11th dimensional structures. The possibilities for building in such planes of uncertainty with these tools made his eyes hiss with Shin. He is drawn toward the day they shall win the invisible war. "Ayin-Mem can record a necessary feeding." a whisper in a ill-lit corner. The shall cluster brainwave filth, penetrate space, moves are equal to battle hues.
Dr. C. looks at Dr. B. "Think they'll be able to broadcast their Godform nanocluster infections?" Dr. B. Looks puzzled momentarily "Hmm....I sure hope so, for all our sakes...elsewise this whole damned working may be lost." Dr. C shakes his head "Atleast there will always be crime and either way we'll come out in possession of the equipment we need." He adjust a red shirt under his overcoat. "Wise shopping even with the 5 finger discount. More Malkuthian bang for your no-buck." utters their contact as he greets them wearing standard OSK psionic ninjary equipment. A badge on his right arm is in the shape of a hypercube centered around a hexagram, black and white in sharp contrast. They smile, "Are you..." "- 9cubed will be fine, sirs." he interjects in monotonous cyborg tone. He extends his hand a cube with a hologram bound to it - "This has been relayed to OSK by his majesty, the Scarlet Pope. This M-box should contain the data you will need concerning the out of control radionic cluster you are pirating from." Dr. C. recalls his old agent days and hacks the cube of data with a sharp pocket knife. Dr. B. seems to acknowledge the faintest of surprises, but none too much. "Either way, we'll crack it to our purposes and designs soon enough." Dr. C. says with a chuckle. There, disguised, he Chops/injects a fork, bound these persons' breathing, charge electric cigarette sigil into this menstruating loop.