We can speak more in person - after I tie up some... issues. Apologies for the great delay, I'm overseeing some... situation on-going in Newcastle.
It seems the "Key" intends to blow up the City in Newcastle. But do not interfere. What is necessary, from there, is the Archive. I will be ensuring its extraction via proxy. I'll be assessing the structure and layout, then awaiting for the outcome after they attempt to breach the shields.
I'll be in your homeland for a brief moment. I need to pick up materials. I need to ask for a favour though, I may require some concentrated liquid cardamine, It's required as a back up incase I need to excite the ruins. Time frame is short, there's only a few days to investigate Sunderland until they attempt to breach.
...Or, I do not know, perhaps one of you could make a mini version of yourself to bring along - haha?
One of our daughters has found a peculiarity which requires the particular talents of your followers to analyze. It is a small husk woven with false light and the voiceless mind of a Gammu node, resisting their attempts to learn of it and adapt it to our use. Yours know better than we how to sing to such mechanical artifice.
We may convene within our sphere, when yours are well enough. Bring the orange grass if yours wish.
I have noticed an interesting piece of information within our relays, regarding a few Humans befouling the Reliquary gate entry.
A facility, by the name of Quantum Outpost - the husk lingers above the shrouded clouds of the entry. They have self admitted that they have defiled the site.
While our people have demanded that they leave, I have no doubts in my mind that Human arrogance will strike once more.
We take note of this development with the dolorous anger meriting such a transgression. Our sacred voids remain such- sacred. And should the common folly of darkness and its pride transpire once more, We shall prepare an antidote of spitfire for the dead husks that trespass and take root with their ichorous, festering disease.
Oh... Well... Are you sure it's wise to go loud? You will draw the attention of the Order and their thralls, namely, Liberty, Xenos and other locals? Would it not be wise to suffocate these defilers?
Indeed, we cannot allow these fools to destroy the hidden pathway. But those degenerates will come crawling out to push us back if we are not inconspicuous. Could it be possible to misdirect other Humans into killing them for us?
The Light of the Abyss echoes back to the wisdom of the Bird.
Within such a void, there exist possible, unwitting pawns to purify the trespassers. The misbegotten, greatest hive of darkness and perfidy resides but a short slip through the fabric of space away. Even if one excepts the principal enforcers of their perverted order, countless agents of dissent still bristle with danger and useful hostility. With their vast fields of husks and spitfire, they would surely ride to the ruin of even the smallest perceived threat and the slights it may give. We beseech the Bird and her flock to aid Us in this deception as We make ready the strings for Our performance.
However, I should make it known that I intend to leave within the coming solar cycles. We have recently detected a disturbance of dark matter energies upon the perimeter of the great scarlet nebula that rests beyond the Bretonian colonies.
With the quest in mind regarding the Sentinels, all anomalous behaviour needs to be documented. And I suspect there might be something of interest to aid us in our quest to understanding the irregularity of the hyperspatial plane being upset, and how these anomalies with those Sentinels are connected.
It may be better if you can find someone more... independent to assist you. As I have an infamous reputation with Humans speculating me to be one of your kin.
They refused, they did not. We did not know if it was one of yours, it had failed to identify itself.
It was inevitable, the situation was dire, your kin were involved in a massacre, and the emotional state of the individual we were confronting required that there would be no Nomads nearby.
This was the consequence of refusing to leave. We cannot stop them from lashing out. And we most certainly did not require potential compromise on the task at hand. A careful touch, as they say.