Post by Fyursos on Sept 12, 2018 19:57:43 GMT -5
"That should be fine," Fyursos confirmed, allowing the walking machine drop the large stone that blocked their path a few seconds ago. Bringing this Faust unit along was clearly the right decision, as the mountain terrain was only made more and more hostile as he tried to scale it. He didn't want to consider the difficulty he'd face without the extra muscle, especially if he hadn't equipped himself with one of Simplix' "breathyboxes" before making the attempt. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have even considered making such a journey alone, but certain... information had come to light which pushed him in this direction. The information in question involved the potential destruction of everything he'd built thus far, and the chieftain wouldn't allow such a risk to go unchecked.
The visions didn't give much in the way of explanation. All they had offered were fleeting glimpses of shattered stone, bending metal and fallen allies before he felt himself being added to the count. Then, he awoke with a distinct pain in his neck and a solid indication that these mountains held a danger his Collective had yet to uncover. What it was, exactly, he didn't know yet. He did, however, have an idea of where it would come from: Above. His scouts and hunters had used the past month to scour the lands below, identifying the nearest kingdom as a place called China which held a notable military power but didn't seem to understand much about magic or machina. After that, Fyursos had planned to expand his reach in the other direction, securing more of the mountain region and locating a point at which to set a permanent command center. Judging by his pains and visions, such a plot was to go awry in the worst possible way. When he insisted that the plans be delayed until he secured the region himself, the phantom pain left him, meaning it was his expanding territory that had brought the wrath down to begin with. He was on the right track.
Thus, he took one of the first Faust units to clear the newly constructed foundry, setting off to intercept whatever their enemy was. The machina wasn't just for clearing the road, however. It would also be his primary way of attracting the attention of whatever lurked in this place. When they finally reached an open plateau further up the mountain, Fyursos decided this would be the optimal location. Not only was it flat and without obstruction, but much of it was bare stone without loose dirt or gravel in the way. In his attempt to expand, he had likely ordered this to be the location for a mine shaft- Something which upset the local presence and sealed the fate of all involved. Though he wouldn't make that big of a mistake, it was that logic which he would use to make contact. "Here will do. Whoever may hear, know that I wish to speak in peace!" Fyursos spoke loudly with the hope of clarifying his message, though he doubted his intended recipient would take it well either way. A rude gesture like what was to come would have to be an acceptable price if it was in exchange for the survival of his enterprise.
With his statement complete, he drew a remote control from his pack, powered it on and located a dial on the side. With his eyes on the Faust unit, he turned it a few ticks in one direction, causing the machine's right arm to extend upward. With a deep breath of anticipation, he cranked it hard the other way. The Faust's arm shot down, thrusting the end of its Rod into the ground. It struck with a strength akin to such a machine, cracking the stone on contact and releasing the loud, explosive noise he was hoping for. It was nowhere near the offense that a mining hole would be, but that was the point. It would be his lure, gathering the interest of his quarry and urging them to investigate the disruption. Though he hoped diplomacy with the protector would be possible, Fyursos knew that some people were more volatile than others. He kept his hands on the remote, ready to sic his machine if something went wrong.