A one, Dr. Chuck, had sent relays over to the SubOSK Neo-D labs making suggestions toward the development of Solar-Powered WereDroid suits. These sort of suggestions come in all the time, but there was some validity to this one. It's buried under layers of dusty and old maligned Godform Protocols but the potential is instantly realized by Ikipr, watching the signal realtime in the Silver Twilight Lodge. There's a pending OSK operation involving these overlays. Ikipr is troubled. Dr. ζ. and Chuck exchange some quick banter, stories of yesteryear and coping with loss and change. Emphasis here is placed on the Tipharean SkyColonie's state of being within one's own BioCircuit. Meanwhile Ikipr leaves the withered but illumined nightscene of the Twilight Lodge and enters the Solar Gardens for the first time in over a year.
He is pondering the suggested suits and upcoming operation. He realizes in an instant that phase modulating the Solar tone with The frequency of Jupiter results in the bestial forms Chuck had referenced as possible scapegoats or disguises to the upcoming operation. A more apt modulation of Solar Tones may be achieved with the rare Golden Scorpions though.
The heat is unbearable, sweltering at degrees so fast the world it's self appears to spin on a slower axis. Creaking cogs of Golden Machinery under the Solar Gardens - rumbling flares of these engines pierce the on-looker's eyes and burst into kaleidoscope behind the visual cortices. Watery-light reflections of solar gnosis swell across his internal leylines. He tolerates the heat for as long as possible, until coming to his ultimate conclusion on atleast one of the matters:
Mr. Unruh must dispatch his anachronistic celebrity-eating monster-form once again. The Target? Lucille Ball. "Time to finish the war against Target 184 and find more worthwhile endeavors." he thinks. Unfortunately the exposure to incredible amounts of Darkstar radiation while in search of the Omnicillian has left Mr. Unruh with a severe tumor rendering him incapable of operating his monster, whom now roams the scrapyards unhindered, boundless and unattended. Word is sent to Dr. ζ. - "Send in the next patient please." he says upon readying himself for the operation.