Where Worlds Join
3rd of March 2007 A.D.
You might be cool, but as you return to the Tres Fronteras you discover you're not that cool, literally, the sun beats down hard enough to make your shirt stick to your skin unpleasantly and whatever he might think Usum
isn't helping by claiming that your glorious self could do without wearing clothes at all.
"Well Majesty you did insist on working in the sun," the demon chides, though you almost can't 'hear' from from the teeth-jarring noise of yellow and black construction SUTRAs laying down the foundations of the gateway fortress. Looking to all the world like a twenty foot tall amalgamations of crane and spider with all manner of shovels drills and gaping excavator buckets they are engaging in what looks to all the world to be ecological devastation, ripping though the giants of the jungle. In truth they are protecting the the local biosphere as much as building up protections against attack.
Even with the other side being barren of most life Regina's panel of xeno-biologists, which you guess makes them your pannel of xeno-biologists though it still feels strange even inside your own head, had been estimated that micro organisms from Sanctuary can and eventually will breach into quarantine and get to Earth at which point 'estimates become naked guesswork'
unless the very land and spirits are tasked with holding fast the sanctity of separate micro-biota. The phraze that feels entirely natural even elegant in Seeker Tongue, the product of a society for which the use of spirits in civil engineering makes as much sense as the use of concrete does on Earth. Thankfully your presence rendered what would otherwise have been grueling process of trial and error in swaying the spirits of fire and stone to pass though the Gate and clear the ground far more straightforward, if still time consuming.
As it turns out simply having an instinctive knowledge of the proper rites and forms doesn't mean they are any faster to do.
"Hey me!" Regina shouts over the thundering cacophony of the build site. There really aren't very many good things to call yourself in a hurry. "We've got contacts!"
"Reds?" you;ve been half expecting half anticipating another Red Court attempt to push to push the interlopers off its 'rightful' territory. Air superiority has a way of groing confidence. Drones from the size of a human hand all the way up to robotic claw-mag bombers had been passed though the gate in preparation for the counter-attack.
"I don't think so, they don't look like mercenaries either, it looks like a trio of military helicopters, Colombian judging from their coms, though they could still have been
sent."
"Any idea what they're looking for?" you ask sharply, confidence curdling to worry. Rumors of aliens would be
awkward, a diplomatic incident potentially much worse.
She shakes her head. "They aren't talking much, but it's clear they are looking for something on the ground, flying a grid pattern. They will be in sight of the build sight in about an hur at this rate. We can get all the equipment out of the way in time, but there's still the fortifications, there is no way they would miss them from the air..."
"What if there was?" you muse. "You said they are in a search pattern, limited by fuel. All it would take is a wizard holding a basic veil and they would pass us right by."
"Assuming all that's up there is regular soldiers using mundane senses yeah, but what about next time?"
"The one we rescued here last should be able to hold it longer term once we set up the infrastructure, the spirits of the jungle shouldn't object, not like they want the vampires back."
"Or we could apporach the soldiers, figure out if they are on the level and if not who sent them," Regina sugests resonably.
"If they are just regular soldiers and they see more than they should...?"
"You convince them to lie, you're good at that."
What do you do?
[] Fetch a Carlos to hold a veil for you in the hopes that you can set up something more long lasting in the days ahead
[] Talk to the soldiers
-[] Write in how
[] Write in
OOC: Enjoy. 
