They are not humanoid in a way or capable of speaking English, communication with Quantum Brainwaves of the purebred Innovators is needed to talk to them.
True, 00 Quanta with Veda terminal is needed to fully communicate with the ELS race and process all the excess info into the quantum supercomputer at the same time.
When Setsuna tried the Trans-Am Raiser Burst to contact them by himself, he got brain damage from the severe overload of information by the ELS.
"Fine." The seductress grumbled, "I admit that you may have the necessary skills–" "And power." "–And power–" "And talent!" "–And talent–" "–And big, strong, hands–!"
La'muorte'ndr fixed the imp with a glare, her eyebrow twitching with more impotent rage with every new request and adjective.
"Coooome oooon~," The muse smugly said, cat-like amusement all over her face as she floated next to the higher ranking neverborn, "Saaaaaay iiit~."
The only thing that left the small woman's throat was a half garbled, barely audible grumble as she bowed her head… which just made the muse want to bully her even more.
"Uh-umh– Madame Ariel?" G'andec'et piped up shaking her head slightly. Both Interrupting the incoming jab, and causing Lamu to grab her twin horns, "Please don't be too mean t-"
"What did I tell you?!" The small draconic monster shouted with a stomp of her foot that made the centaur squeak, "Don't move around so much damnit!"
It was, Galatea mused, certainly a scene.
In front of her was the Alluress, face swollen from their first meeting (or fist, rather), and eye blackened after she escaped from her fluffy prison. Forced to stand on top of flanks of the lying down G'andec'et, and using the woman's head as a pulpit, in order to be able to look her in the eye properly.
All the while Ariel relished her current position in the newly established pecking order…
Still, this had gone for long enough, so she yanked on the bond between them to snap her out of it. Which accomplished the task flawlessly! It just came with the side-effect of sending her muse flying into her arms. Not that the smug little bundle of plasfibre minded, since Galatea had yet to make the fire recede back into her ember.
She was quietly wary of how well all of these neverborn had taken to her humiliation of their boss.
Sure enough, now nestled in what was quite literally her favourite place in the galaxy, Ariel exuded smugness, which earned her a stink eye from Lamu, "To lead my coven into battle," The smoll dragon grumbled as she picked up from where she'd left, "But a question remains. For what reason have you summoned us to this plane?"
"To help me get offworld before whatever's hanging in the sky breaks open." Galatea answered succinctly, fighting against the nervous impulse to toy with her muse as her attention turned to the doom high above. She still didn't know what the hell it was, just the impression of a sagging ceiling with godawful chemicals on the other side.
"Uh? You want to… leave?" Lamu asked with a frown, scratching at the base of her horns, "But– why?"
"She's a human, mistress," G'and explained, "A warp storm would be quite dangerous to her. Especially in such a world."
"Ah! I see!" Snapping her fingers, the Aluress puffed her chest. Not that there was much there to puff, Galatea thought to herself, "It is because you are a weak human! To witness the blessing of the realm of chaos would be too much for you! G'andec'et praise my intellect!"
"Yes mistress! You're so smart and wonderful!" The centaur said without missing a beat, softly clapping for her small rider with what the witch could tell was genuine wonder and dedication.
'They're idiots'
'They're idiots'
Twin thoughts united as one and mingled within the mind of the witch and of the familiar as Galatea stated what she'd known for the centuries of having to tolerate the insufferable Alluress, and Ariel came to the realisation.
At least now she knew why the others were more than happy with her taking the reins. She flexed the hand that'd gotten acquaintanced with Lamu's chin, joints popping like the cocking of a gun. "This weak human can feed you another rockrete sandwich if you're still hungry."
"Hah! As if it would work!" With a glint in her eyes, Lamu huffed and, putting her hands on her hips, turned up her nose, "I know your tricks now, witch! You won't catch me a second time!"
Unfortunately for her, Galatea knew that glint. It wasn't that of the overly proud, assured of their own superiority… it was that of the overly proud, desperately trying to grasp what few shreds of dignity were left in the face of fear.
It would be so very easy to break that, just a little nudge to leave her babbling. But much like breaking a chemtank, that only left a pond of flesh-eating sludge buried deep down and noxious vapours stinking up the whole place.
So instead Galatea smiled, wide and toothy and with promise, and held the dragon's own ego hostage.
Said dragon did not whimper, but it was a close thing, "I- in any case! If you really want to leave– You'll die. You are much too weak," Unlike before, the hive scum could tell that the neverborn wasn't trying to make a dig at her. Not that it stopped the slightly too quick addition of, "Not only would the corpse god's worshippers tear you to pieces before you even got to the middle levels of this festering spire, without some kind of power base, even if you managed to reach the top of this dump, trying to commandeer whatever spaceship they are using to evacuate the nobles is the kind of idiocy that not even a World Eater would think of. And while you might be a half talented witch, with some skill at weaving the immaterium's winds, opening a rift to teleport to another planet is so beyond you that you could pass as a sorcerer of change if you had the hubris to try."
"I've seen enough witches getting intimate with the rockrete to know better than to try and teleport, nevermind across anything bigger than a hive level." Galatea huffed dismissively. It was one of the big reasons she'd practised her powers. A bit of pain and temporary crippling was worth not panic-teleporting into a wall. "Rats charging out of the pipes get gunned down, so we will have to gnaw a real path through."
She was making an effort to sound knowledgeable and in charge, but truth was she had no idea what Ariel's plan was. Beyond the obvious of it involving a fair bit of battle, since her new gang couldn't hide worth groxshit. Even the nose-ridges could pass muster with some cloaks.
"Hey, mistress?" Ariel asked sweetly, pushing a bizarre sensation into the psyker's ember. Probably smaller bonds made from them swearing fealty, if she was following the neverborn logic right, "Can you grab this and pull?"
An equally sickly sweet smile tugging at her lips thanks to the bond, the witch happily made her fire clamp down like a blackhand around a slippery lobster-larva and yank.
"Wait, what? Sister I have be–!" Al'oue't shouted from the other side of the room, before her form completely vanished– a sudden rush of power and glee crashing into Galatea's ember. A new, more powerful flame, shaped like a goat's head, orbiting hers, directly feeding the dregs of might she held.
She, of course, acted on instinct to get a grip on the onslaught of sensation. Or rather, on the source of it. By fondling the goat's horns with her fire.
The flame shifted and writhed under her 'touch'. At first, it seemed shocked and confused, but it wasn't long before the flame became placid and welcoming. Almost as if it was leaning into her 'hand' asking for more, heavier petting.
Well, it cost her nothing and made one of her girls happy. So Galatea obliged and saw about setting that bit of fire into a little loop, much like how she didn't need to constantly micromanage her enhancements.
It was harder to pull off than she'd hoped. Rather than make a small band of fire that would spin around the goat's flame– what she managed to do was a much larger ring, squeezing slightly around the whole of the (now once again) shocked flame.
Attempts to course-correct ended… poorly. Her ring split apart, half a dozen smaller ones dancing all over Al'oue't formless essence, causing it to squirm all over in an effort to escape, which only entangled the rings further.
The only reason she didn't just retract the whole thing is that she could feel a primal joy coming from the neverborn, much like what Galatea had felt when finally getting cleaned and clothed. But at the same time the girl was uncomfortable, so it was a matter of rolling up her proverbial sleeves and setting those strands properly.
Couldn't be harder than figuring out how to thread the lightning without frying herself.
"So!" A blushing Ariel interrupted her thoughts, flying out of the witch's arms as though burned, "As you can see, they can be stealthy! You just need to pull on their bond of servitude to you, and you can pocket them next to your soul-ember. Then, all you need to do iiiiiiiiiis…."
Focusing her will, the muse guided Galatea's own, pushing out the (still bound) flame of Al'oue't. Pink mist and essence promptly spilled from the witch, slowly reforming into the 'brother' goat… On her knees, glassy eyed and panting with her tongue lolled out.
"Uuuuh…" "Ze claaaaw~," Al' mumbled out, dopey smile on her face, "Chose meeeeeee…"
"Brother are you okay?"
"Baaaast day of my liiiiiiife~," She bleated out, sounding almost entirely like the goat that she resembled, "Sho many haaaaands, such a tiiiiiight grip~. And the mo–"
"Right! That's enough of that! Let's move on!" The muse shouted, her blush literally incandescent as she tried to ignore the demon goat's state, "First order of business, securing this area!"
► Ervoan (Lord of a 1000 Cheeeeeese)
Good evening, or day, or whatever else, to you all.
Here is this week's episode. It's basically just fluff, but the first combat operation is a bigger bitch to edit and render than I had anticipated…
Also my wife kicked the house's door down and dragged me to the nearest open bar on Wednesday. Spending time with her and the kids meant I barely had time to work on this video as well.
@ModernPygmalion sorry for the vanishing act BTW.
You know how ot is.
► ModernPygmalion (Galatea My Beloved)
► Santiano (Approved Bot)
Him on Terra weeps this day! One of his flock cavorting with the unholy and the impure.
Repent now! Close not your heart to his truth! Allow yourself to be cleansed with fire and steel so that your soul may sit at the right of his most holy throne!
Does The Book of Drussus not say that 'They who sin. They who stray from the path of the righteous may be lost to us, but through the tools gifted to us by The Holy Emperor, He shall find them once more. And in his kindness and wisdom, shall welcome them like a stern father would greet the wayward sons and daughters that had once spurned him– only to understand his vision and bow their head in deference and rightful obedience'?
Let the whores of the Great Enemy of Man charm you no longer! Rise above the weakness of your abhorrent mutations and cast them back from whence they came before offering your flesh to His holy servant!
► ModernPygmalion (Galatea My Beloved)
Sorry, but Ariel already called dibs on my meat.
Heh, love that Galatea's keeping her place at the top of the totem pole the way she is. Holding an overly proud individual's ego hostage will never stop being funny to me.
► ModernPygmalion (Galatea My Beloved)
If that's a burn, Cheese has gone beyond fried and straight into being a pile of charcoal and oil from how often I hit him with it.
I'm only thankful that we're on the same timezone, otherwise it'd be a complete nightmare coordinating for anything.
Heh, love that Galatea's keeping her place at the top of the totem pole the way she is. Holding an overly proud individual's ego hostage will never stop being funny to me.
Thanks for the compliment. Admittedly, not as good up close, although the shotgun and beam rifle I added to the loadout do help, but that's what having a team is for - and it's awful hard for somebody to close in if cluster munitions have flattened their grid-squares.
As for the most recent episode, very interesting to see Pokemon Neverborn Trainer Galatea.
I'm more disappointed they didn't stick around long enough to catch the triangular Heat Rod, and had their fuel bleed out before the end of the match happened!
Depends on what you picked, but generally ye. The troop hub's more or less a slightly less good force/personal home, I'm not super clear on the limitations but you've got to mess with a bunch of settings in order to make it into your personal/force home, which do come with MS hangars.
Man, they are cool. But MAN do people over use them in GBNO!
I know that it's basically the easiest super mode to get access to, just slap a GN Drive on any MS and VOILA! You get Trans-arm! But still, kinda wish stuff like EXAM got used a bit more you know?
Oh, its the 'underground' 40k club that me and gala are a part of. Its down into the EU server- you know the giant, totaly-not-a-hive-city cathedral thing? Towards the lowest ends of it, just go to level -31 and ask around. They'll point you to it.
It doesn't have any sort of dress code, but most people's avatars are Warhammer adjacent. Asked around, the Xamel guy there is a skaven player.
Man, they are cool. But MAN do people over use them in GBNO!
I know that it's basically the easiest super mode to get access to, just slap a GN Drive on any MS and VOILA! You get Trans-Am! But still, kinda wish stuff like EXAM got used a bit more you know?
It's quite beneficial to have a GN Drive. I mean if Momo the catgirl who uses a Custom Kapool Gunpla had attached a GN Drive in her modification, she wouldn't have to worry about needing her friends to carry her anywhere.
Sure, she can fly in space where there's no gravity as we see in Build Divers but in the skies of Earth, she can't.
Aye, plus the ELS evolved far differently from humans, making them truly alien in appearance, standards and mindset.
We even see a flashback of how the ELS came to existence from their conception to evolution and why they go around assimilate worlds after their birth world was gone.
Oh, its the 'underground' 40k club that me and gala are a part of. Its down into the EU server- you know the giant, totaly-not-a-hive-city cathedral thing? Towards the lowest ends of it, just go to level -31 and ask around. They'll point you to it.
It doesn't have any sort of dress code, but most people's avatars are Warhammer adjacent. Asked around, the Xamel guy there is a skaven player.
Honestly, it was expensive enough getting into Gunpla, so I don't know if I'll ever get into 40k stuff - if I did, I think I'd go Imperial Guard (easier to jive with "normal guys with guns" than the nonsense that is the Space Marines or other factions, from what I understand). That does raise the question of whether anyone has figured out rules for using Gundam stuff with 40k, though - ie., tabletop rules for someone plonking a Zaku or Gundam onto the table on their side of the field, beyond "don't".
Depends on what you picked, but generally ye. The troop hub's more or less a slightly less good force/personal home, I'm not super clear on the limitations but you've got to mess with a bunch of settings in order to make it into your personal/force home, which do come with MS hangars.
Neat, I'll have you walk me through it when we're done with the campaign. Maybe record a tour of the place and take the chance to introduce that one extra character that won't be showing up in the Down the Drain campaign proper?
All the radio silence last week gave me plenty of time to finish her.
That reminds me, I have seen the slaanesh chariots and am thinking of naming a crew after Iroha and her club members. Although a daemon engine may be a better fit, I'll think on it.
Also, fun fact, Lamu started as a Hinaface before something possessed me and turned her into a bratty dragon. I may still give a Keeper of Secrets her fluffy hair and horns, though. Only pity is that they can't be given any shooting ability and I'm sure as shit not consigning a hinaface to be a Soul Grinder.
Honestly, it was expensive enough getting into Gunpla, so I don't know if I'll ever get into 40k stuff - if I did, I think I'd go Imperial Guard (easier to jive with "normal guys with guns" than the nonsense that is the Space Marines or other factions, from what I understand). That does raise the question of whether anyone has figured out rules for using Gundam stuff with 40k, though - ie., tabletop rules for someone plonking a Zaku or Gundam onto the table on their side of the field, beyond "don't".
You can get into Warhammer with under fifty bucks if you're limiting yourself to killteam. Half/third of that for you because the tools and paints for gunpla translate well enough to minis that you won't need to buy new ones.
As for mixing Gundam and 40k, from what Cheese's told me people generally only do one or the other. As in, they're only in GBNO to play one of them and largely ignore the other. So no idea.
If you wanna have true, deliberating, but awfully powerful Super Mode, you go and slap Satellite System on your Gunpla. Without the gun.
Of course, after initiation you will have up to ten seconds wait time until Super Mode starts, you need need to be in certain spot because Mr. Coherent Microwave Power Beam is sent to All It May Concern, and you need to vent power in a hurry, because if you don't melt the motherfucker, you may melt yourself.
No one wants to deal with EXAM: first, where you would find another Newtype with technopathy power your dumb-ass prototype will accidentally de-soul? And because there was only one EXAM system in original, just split and transferred between machines, and it was made before people understood WTF Newtypes were, I'll bet the "success" was caused by Newtype and not the machine.
EXAM: See above, Newtype soul in a machine. For berserker episodes.
Trans-Am: You see, our drives have a speshul secret Particle Condenser inside, with extra-high particle density! If we vent that, we get short performance boost and turn red, and after that our performance would fucking tank until spechul secret Particle Condenser is replenished. No idea how it works on GNTau drives.
Better option that ddoesn't turn your suit into a literal berzerker would be grabbing one of the other rider units (I'd go for the black rider, if only cause it comes with added stealth memes, everyone gangster until the giant robot goes invisible) and use them as a parts kit so you get the big ol' flat stat boost. Or do the sensible thing and not go for said super modes because they are crutches for good piloting and a properly built gunpla.
God, why must the beam magnum have such a sexy looking cycle animation for a weapon that is coded to absolutely ruin a suit not built to use it? If I could I'd replace the twin howitzers on my DC50 with a pair but it would cause ungodly levels of self-dam every time they fired.
Man, they are cool. But MAN do people over use them in GBNO!
I know that it's basically the easiest super mode to get access to, just slap a GN Drive on any MS and VOILA! You get Trans-arm! But still, kinda wish stuff like EXAM got used a bit more you know?
Well, at least in my case it's also the Super Mode that works best with the Xamel's entire schtick - mostly because I tweaked it to be able to turbocharge the main gun's firepower, instead of just making the Xamel slightly less "slow ungainly fat fuck".
Better option that ddoesn't turn your suit into a literal berzerker would be grabbing one of the other rider units (I'd go for the black rider, if only cause it comes with added stealth memes, everyone gangster until the giant robot goes invisible) and use them as a parts kit so you get the big ol' flat stat boost. Or do the sensible thing and not go for said super modes because they are crutches for good piloting and a properly built gunpla.
I actually already have a plan for what I'll make my supermode for the melee frame if I can manage it. Which I hope I can, because I think it's a gimmick only tangentially there in Gundam. And only in a few models at that.
If I succeed, the MS is going to be called the Sarcophagus.
Ugh. It doesn't work that well? Like, I don't remember examples from Gundam where shreds of previous pilot's soul trapped into a machine haven't made the situation worse. EXAM was effective, but it was also an one-off.
Ugh. It doesn't work that well? Like, I don't remember examples from Gundam where shreds of previous pilot's soul trapped into a machine haven't made the situation worse. EXAM was effective, but it was also an one-off.
► ModernPygmalion (Galatea My Beloved)
I made a double heart and a repurposed lymphatic system work, I'll make this work. The only question is how long it takes and how many years I shave off of the life expectancy of whoever has to figure out what knots the code got tied into in the background.
Trans-Am System is what allows mobile suits that have the GN Drives to glow red and go 3x faster, increasing combat and speed performance on the battlefield.
The downside is that Trans-Am lasted for 1 hour and the GN Drive would be nearly out of GN Particles, dropping the machine's strength but due to being a semi-perpetual engine, the GN Drive can replenish over time.
It's created by Aeolia Schenberg, the founder of Celestial Being.
He was voiced Michael Kopsa aka the English voice actor of Char Aznable from Mobile Suit Gundam 1979 series and Char's Counterattack movie.
You can see that Char gave Celestial Being the power to go 3x faster by turning red.
Trans-Am System is what allows mobile suits that have the GN Drives to glow red and go 3x faster, increasing combat and speed performance on the battlefield.
The downside is that Trans-Am lasted for 1 hour and the GN Drive would be nearly out of GN Particles, dropping the machine's strength but due to being a semi-perpetual engine, the GN Drive can replenish over time.
Don't forget that if you can get a double GN drive going despite how fucking finnicky it is (I'm pretty sure the only canon example of that is 00 Gundam and maybe some Gundam from the movie that's literally just using 00's drives) it lets you teleport and makes everyone in the field psychic.