Day 10
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Colonel Purple and Robert Pringle's lives are being threatened by lower-Lilithian agents of the remnants of the R.S.o.Z. who've infiltrated the Parfaxitas Lodge through it's GbTS storefront in the Thantifaxath tunnel - Zede Lenisker himself has dispatched 943.5 & 105 care of OverUnity transitlines with a mission to retrieve the two Crumpocrats and their neural databanks before their meatsacks wind up grey-goo. None of this would have ever happened if the Zaibatsu of The Northwestern Airship Co. had not fallen to the Lenisker system's Azathothian devouring mechanics. But at the heart of it all was a conflict with Magebot Inc. which had by now become a front for the Order of the Black-Phi through it's association with empty R.S.o.Z. vessels. Domino effects in pandimensional expanse near their final tipping point.
Dr. C. is getting nervous, he thinks if any of this course of events is real he's due for death. Dr. C. cannot die though, if he were to depart, the story would too. He's been counting the score though, seeing the cross sections between the Scarlet Pope and that gang of foul Lilithians out for vengeance in the name of Black Mother. He's lucky food poisoning caused him to miss the OverUnity Transitlines flight that would bring him to the Class 5 Behemoth Cruiser that would have landed him in a back alley with a Zetatech Parraline 5750 pointed at his dome by one of Kate's friends from the Tunnels. He would've just been a casualty of a larger war. The work done in the tunnels sometimes leaves traces of radioactive residue on the user's suits and Dr. C. had on many occasion foregone the luxury of disinfective programs built-into the Anti-Qlippothic Nano-integrating Biosuit. The locale he was set to land in was but a simple decoy of the Malkuth Station, anyways. Not the real ascension island; such tricks were common on the Double Tree. City 146 was obviously the real target.
A meeting had been arranged, exchange of OSD cymatic programs which read out the wormhole tech radiation Colonel Purple had perfected. Pringle and Purple are set to escort approx. 50% of the waveform data through Nightside and meet up at the Parfaxitas Lounge with a Squirrel, somehow entrusted to carry the other 50% from the rebuilt Sub-OSK labs. It smelled fishy from the start and these Crumpocrats knew it in their keen and blissful intoxication they smiled.
Despite having dodged a bullet by missing his transport to the facility he was set to be teaching in, Dr. C. is now afflicted with a strange delirium. Time eating bacteria have spread throughout his body, aging him terribly. He thinks Dr. B. is a lazy, sun-bathing monkey in their communications. His thoughts are getting fuzzy, weak and drained, half a brain shutdown. He's tuning the OSK signal to his skewed receptors picking up the Legort signal and gaining a bit of lucidity amidst the paranoid fever and viral ridden nerves. He's being trampled by his Behemoth Club associates all around him. A Mr. Howe may even be hunting him, word on the street has it. A Skinless-Shadow walker out for some sort of revenge?