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In the fringes there was a single woman cursing, screaming loudly. Waking up from a nightmare into another.

She knew drifting too close to the civilized part of space was a risk... but it was the only explanation for what happened. Too close the light would find a way to touch her mind.

Prospecting was a growing industry with the war escalating a few years ago but now fewer miners were working in the deep field. Contracts go unfulfilled and prospecting got closer and closer to the lanes.

"Trust no technology." Thomas had said. In his haste to explain everything, he had been rambling, fearful. It was scary.

She tried her best. A neural net link was essential for even getting paid for work or buying essentials.

Satrina had been lucky to find an aftermarket thanks to the fringes of society. She was unmodified and stayed away from civilization save for a very small handful of trusted people. Junkers mostly.

Even then she had not seen them in 4 years. Not after Thomas walled her away from the rest of her. Away from Saturnia.

The voice that woke her up was a nomad, but not of the hive.

She remembered how the hive reacted to them all those years ago...

The intrusive thoughts to purge them, take their technology. How can the light be a threat to its light? It was the first time she truthfully knew fear.

The light was awake, and it was not all-loving or accepting.

Thomas knew what was happening but walling her away from the rest of.. herself away from the closes thing to a sister she knew was to keep her safe. Three Winds didn't explain but he had to know.

It was a matter of two days before she generated the nerve to try and get a message to Orin. Orin was silent. Orin knew where Thomas was, where the rest were, the rest of her family. The protocol is if there was a threat or something odd to go to the shrine, check for messages, clues, and after that? Keep moving.

The Shrine was finally visible, this was a great relief as radiation was putting holes in the outer hull.


Afraid. The feeling of what she would find in the sanctuary was the worst she had felt in years. El locked down her spatial and walked by new faces, strangers there meditating and talking. You could be anonymous here still she thought, this is a good sign.

The Shrine had changed but its ability to remember was there. Satrina found her way to a hallway of familiar rooms... Meditation rooms, quarters, and refugee barracks were filled with supplies and storage.

She wanted to cry. Was all this hiding bullshit?

Was Thomas just paranoid? The made her angry. Energy crawled over her skin.. it wasn't purple anymore, it was blue, and yellow like a flame.

She had connected again somehow.. not strong enough to feel the rest of her.. but connected.

Hybrids rarely lived as long as she had, the seraphim had all gone off on their own before she went into hiding. Or so she thought.. someone was near.

Someone had gone through most of these rooms already as well. Carefully however it was had checked all the contents.

She was suddenly dizzy.. she sat down against the wall and slid to the floor her light had settled down but she had tears in her eyes.

No notes.. no one she knew. Just strangers, "seekers" they were called. An empty home filled with people.
It only took so much time to recover once Israfel was taken to the Shrine. He felt better as the ship moved away from Omicrons but he didn't feel his condition would be any worse if he stayed.
The risk was there, however, that something or someone else would harm him. Was the Shrine truly safer, though, if Nomads could be after him?
The team made decent enough progress, as Nazar said. The Shrine wasn't as thoroughly purged as they initially expected. Some parts of the archive remained hidden until the Oracles used their knowledge to reach them. Elsewhere they found other signs of Oracle presence left undisturbed for a long time.
Israfel left the search to his people and meditated to gain better control of his abilities and better understand the reason of his sharp reaction to Saturnia's awakening. It was not quite the greater entity from the Mindshare that has returned.
It was someone less profound. Just a part of her? Just... The human, maybe?
And the untamed nature of his power reacted too sharply. Was it fear that he felt? It struck, the strike resonated and left him reeling. External influences needed to be kept at bay – otherwise another meeting with an enraged Marduk or a psychic echo of its death may simply incapacitate him again. Keep it out of his mind or let it come through and past him? It must depend on its direction and intent. Applying the technique he used to become one with the city, perhaps...
And he attempted to become one with those in the Shrine. They may have known him but they still couldn't notice him come and go. They saw another one of them in him and never called out or asked him anything. Just like those people in the streets ignoring a lone passerby even if they meant blood moments before. Never even remembered his passage.
Even Wild saw nothing in him like this.
He felt it was hard to both maintain this disguise and make use of his observations on the spot. Every thought and emotion went by and not letting go of it felt unnatural. Yet there was something that made no sense. Someone feared. Someone was alone among all of this commotion. With nothing to hold on to.
Israfel felt like leaving a steady stream of water. Apparently, he walked some distance past the lone figure.
– You're not quite alone here. Not anymore, at least.

Several days have passed since Juliette arrived at the Shrine with only one purpose - to find as much information as possible about the activities of the Oracles in their past. The Vagrants demanded answers, and the semi-insane Israfel could not give intelligible answers. She had already rummaged through almost the entire archive, when the droid on duty from those accompanying her filed an alert about the presence of other living signatures in the Sanctuary. The sudden signs of life confused her, because if they approached the Shrine from the outside, the early warning systems would have alerted her earlier about the visit.

"What the devil... Couldn't it just teleport here? Or was there someone here before me? Weird..."

"You are losing your grip, oh my Carrier. How can you be so careless in a place like this? This is the Cradle of Light. A sacred place. Things are possible here far beyond the comprehension of your mind."

"As always, you can't sleep at the most inopportune moment ..."

"Believe me, this moment is the most appropriate and soon you will understand why. Follow the feelings that you share with me."

She considered, trying to concentrate. Indeed, what turned out to be in the Shrine did not resemble an ordinary person. Rather, a full-fledged nomad, however, this was not a baby, of which a great many left this place. Gathering her courage, Juliet went in search of the source...
She got up immediately and wiped her face. Sullen but pressed to focus, remembering the words she pressed a hand to the wall of the living place.

~Awakening~ 'home' (peaceful)~

The storage rooms began shifting from their previous configuration to their truthful forms. Boxes and spare parts disappeared flowing away like grains of stellar dust and sand into a version that was commonly seen half a decade ago.

her skin was shimmering again, like an ache from not using muscles for a very long time, the energy was potent her body, this body, had matured not knowing the psychokinetic energy that was part of her most of her life.

The shrine room with the master teacher's throne was the last vessel to form, and it's where she immediately sat. Large enough to sit in cross-legged she violated the plan to run and hide, she needed to connect.

It was a fugue at first, the body initially wanted to sleep cause it took her over a year of concentrated effort to sleep normal and not connect, now the opposite was true.

Astral movements took hold quickly, a small vessel, exposed, it could not shroud it felt. different. independent freer and much less intense than before. It was not a sail in the storm, the freeness of this warform was much more tranquil.

El opened her eyes blue and yellow plasma flowed over her skin, no bright orange no violet flame.

Every time she pressed into Saturnia the connection would fail it went dark. The old way was clearly wrong now. So she elected rather than to sit in peace, to be water.

The blue on her skin sunk deeper into the body letting it happen to let the magnetism do its work.

It was not a Khara form, yet she could feel them.

Like a lightning flash, the awareness of herself recognized this small woman. She needed communion in Sirius, she needed to find the Vagrants.

She was connected, not completely but more than before, this was probably a gradual process to get back to her former self. She was disappointed that there just wasn't "enough" to connect to anything larger. her memories of the greatest war forms were like bathing in a symphony. This was completely different..

Perhaps it was her that had changed, that thought was more depressing. Growing up didn't make Thomas less... and of course, he wasn't around, he could not guide her.

She was just a child then, powerful, but the wisdom was taken care of by other people.

Now she would just have to figure it out. Now was the time to activate the others.

~Exarchs-named, Windcallers, Seekers, "Assemble" (longing)~

"Come home." she said aloud in the room.

El heard footsteps. Someone cautiously moved along the corridor leading to the hall with the throne and this someone felt very familiar. They found it themselves. The Vagrants sent their messenger ... Or maybe she was here by accident? She was a middle-aged woman in a Galliс Navy flight suit with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and eyes of an abnormally purple hue. She looked at the same time well-groomed but also stern, as befits a military man. There was no doubt that she was infected. The girl stood in dismay in front of El, whose skin was streaming with iridescent plasma.

- You? You... Who are you? - she stammered, clearly not expecting to see such a thing in front of her.
Finally realising he couldn't be heard here and still feeling like a fish out of water, Israfel looked around and tried to figure out where the guest was supposed to be. It was the concealed shrine room there, wasn't it? He would need to go quite a way around to reach it or change the configuration.
And as he was heading there, still in a haze, he felt the room changing by someone's will. Was that another high-ranking Oracle? Then there was no need to leave this state yet. It could well be an incubus controlling one of those "reclaimed" by K'Hara.
The telepathic message passed over him and through him, and its path lead towards other Oracles. It was her voice.
– I'm already home, Saturnia, – Israfel said as he entered the shrine room. – I'm glad to see you again.
The world around him slowly regained its color, shape and depth as his consciouness returned to what could pass for a sane human. He removed his protective suit's helmet and revealed his face.
Still human, healthy, yet with strands of blue barely visible under his skin. The crystal growth from Abrolhos's ship took roots in his body, reinforcing it against harm and fulfilling his one will: to survive against all odds.
Satrina focused on Juliette. she comprehended her composite nature. This person was in incredibly good shape El thought. El had only encountered the most forlorn and rejected infectees. If the balance between host and incubi was off, even a little the toll was horrendous.

"I've been gone. This before you is Satrina Zsune." The words came out within a shift of perspective. Tucking herself into her humanoid shape wasn't fast but as the flame laid low and the 5'9 blonde with short hair and green eyes got up from the thrown she was suddenly hyper-aware that she probably had a huge case of flight helmet hair.

"Are you a seeker?" this was an old habit. she shook her head. "Im sorry. People that know me call me El, I used to live here." explaining as best she could.

Israfel had appeared she smiled a very big smile. "Thank you for being here, I was worried."

- I... Yes, I am definitely a friend. My name is Juliet, but after my enlightenment I got the name "Nymph". I was sent here to study the legacy of the Oracles, but it looks like I found much more here... You... I feel. It was probably Eris who called you. Oh, and you are here too...

She nodded politely to Israfel, but at the same moment Satrina could feel the familiar warmth blooming inside Juliet. A purple haze enveloped Juliet's eyes, growing into a bright glow. Her voice distorted.

"- Awakening is difficult for you, isn't it? With these lips the Nymph speaks. We are the eyes and mouth of Eris. You disappeared for a long time ... The reasons for the disappearance are clear to us. however, oblivion is not a way out. The Dreamers have made a decision to bring you back. However, now the Light is not as bright as it was before your suspended animation. We are fragmented, now, much stronger than it was done by a Banishers actions before. Brother went to war against brother. You are in potential danger, as are we. They are afraid of treason. They are looking for ways to eliminate possible losses. Knowledge, of course. You know too much. However, We have come to offer protection..."

The Nymph nodded at Israfel.

"- He already knows everything. He's already getting ready. It can give more accurate vision. However, we are open to your questions."
Israfel nodded and looked around. Saturnia's strength was impressive even in this form, although she had the Shrine to aid her in reclaiming her birthright. The only other person present was a certain Fae who was looking for the same answers as the Exarch. It was unfortunate that he couldn't quite help her yet. As the archive gets rebuilt by the other Oracles and hired researchers, though, they will learn more.
– It's a troubled time for the likes of us, – he said. – Hello, Juliet. Seems like we're in the middle of something important. Perhaps, the Oracles can begin again on a different path.
Soon the Vagrants spoke through her. The same offer. One that Israfel was answering evasively before, as he avoided choosing a path too soon. He adhered to the old chain despite not following the religious part of Oracles' teachings.
Learn. Understand. Unify. Master.
– I would hate to see you hunted down by K'Hara who returned to the old directives, Saturnia, – he said. – There is no other entity that could offer you protection similar to Vagrants'. The less of us have to play hide and seek, the better. I, for one, do not fear such pursuit...
El came closer to her Exarch. put her hands on either side of Israel's face.

"Try and relax." She said letting the recollections of all that had occurred around her flow to him.

Thomas actually looked rushed. Not worried or fearful at least not to Israfel. Thomas's words where wise there had been many talks and instructions over the last 90 days before everything went dark.

A few stood out to Israfel.

-The highly advanced Nomad dreadnaught. Ishtar. It was not of the Sirius hive.
She did something to Three-Winds and Saturnia. Who in turn passed it to the high exarch... Haog

- Satrina also shared a memory from Thomas, he gave technology to Auxesia, obscured as to what, it was a gesture.. proof of good faith.

-He was getting everyone ready to -RUN- if what he had to do was not enough.

-Time ran out.. Three-Winds went to Dur Shurrikun. He turned himself in. To bargain for everyone's lives.

-He is still.. There. El shared she could feel him now.

-Orin the cults A.I. is somewhere in Kappa he has all the rest of the data. Ausexia knows he's there.


Then an energy shift.. A change in him stoked from the answers Satrina could give him.

A different Vibration, warm, not as intense as a Khara... This was soft, warmth wrapped in warmth. A type of healing peacefulness. A freedom that was distinctly.. Oracle.

Israfels own body was reacting to this... This was a feeling he hadn't had since the last time he was "healed" in the temple when he was ascended to an Exarch.

Satrina let go of his head.

"They already tried many times, now is no different." she assured him.

She looked at Juliet smiled to her.

"Your kind have had it the worst of all. That which lives inside you is created by one master so that It would serve two, and that's impossible in this reality." She drew a deep breath.

When you choose each other that is when you are both free. Many came to us on Malta, smuggled in as slaves, discarded science waste from the houses. So many are abandoned, Thats our common suffering... Not just human suffering, but the Incubi who never had a choice. Living amongst the Wilde of Rheinland all he wanted to do was help them. to save the only family he could have.
" She paused.

"The Oracles came from the shadows to sweep through and find as many orphans of the light as possible and in doing so the Khara took note of Three-Winds picking through their "waste". Then we found a way to cure them to make them seraphim... Im convinced that when the unseen archons and advisors took issue."
Satrina made an unsure face. "Thats just a theory. Only he knows for sure."

She checked to make sure she didn't break israfel.
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