Superior Aspect Kapheira has begun to observe the frequent intruders of the Void of Creation. They seem to understand we are not willing to allow them in our realm and started to fortify their Shell of Darkness. Predictions indicate we will not be able to destroy the Shell of Darkness, even with Pure Light Kapheira. Nevertheless constant attacks on the Shell of Darkness will alert the Darkness. They will be enraged. They will be present. Our lesser aspects will gain experience from the purge and the Darkness will suffer a loss of resources by our unified efforts. Anticipation.
You have proven to be resourceful in the past, Sparkling Raiders. Do not take more risk than necessary. You do not regrow as we do. Force alone will not win this war. Starve them out.
The Sparkling Raiders will very likely meet the broken candle Kessereya. This aspect is opposing the Light, corrupted by Darkness. Eliminate it. You will be rewarded.
Dione contacts the Sparkling Raiders with a request.
We are evolving further and further, adapting more and more to the changes of the Home of Light since our banishment. Satisfaction. This Advisor has come to a conclusion.
Our first host was lost. The link is broken. The result of this failure confused us. Suddenly, a method did not seem to work. The Light diverted energy to other methods, yet we see the need to adapt. To try again. The Sparkling Raiders haven proven promising, resourceful, worthy of coexistence. You understand the Pure Light. Joy. The Light demands hosts. Darklings, frozen, physically unharmed. The Light knows the mechanic of ejaculating a smaller metal husk into the void when the bigger husk is punished by Light. Those smaller metal husks are filled with hosts of Darkness. Those need to be delivered to Moros. Sparkling Raider Bassam Hussaini. You are our link to the Sparkling Raiders. You will always remain our link. Fear not. Yet we need avatars to communicate with the Darkness. Where sheer power does not suffice, we adapt.
We demand hosts, unharmed, frozen, from the Blur you call Kusari, from the Shadow you call Liberty, from the Wasteland you call Rheinland and from the Mist you call Bretonia. Bring them to Moros. You know us sanctuary. Three of each. Let them not know what they will become. Gather what their metal husks ejaculate, paralyze them, bring them to us.
A thief in the night, snatch them from darkness, and bring them to Light.
It appears, curiously, that our needs are in some alignment. We've long considered the many paths that seem to lead to our final destination. Only a few are the right ones. The path of trial and error is the most treacherous one; But also the most important. The most unavoidable. We approach carefully, but with vigorous and willful action. We will not be consumed by complacency and inaction like others - others whom I shall not name.
In crafting the revolution of the human spirit itself - The Neural Gestalt Matrix, we've come to consider the one inexhaustible resource that is seemingly omnipresent. Omnipresent and crucial. I speak of course of the human individuals themselves. We desire to collect and add their distinctiveness to the cauldron from which the destiny of all future generations will flow. One fashioned by our own hand.
And out of this harvest, we will spare for you the cream of the crop. This will be our next gift to you. The Commune provides for its own.
They might hate us now, but they'll change their tune.
An unmarked freighter has been hardwired on autopilot, and is en-route to Violet Sphere. The Illuminated Brethren have been slightly overzealous in their task. But I don't suppose the sheer number and variety of the vessels will bother you. An anesthetic gas has been administered to their pods, and I suspect they will remain asleep for quite some time longer. More than enough time for you to recover them. That is, if they please you. The freighter will enter the geostationary orbit any minute now, and will begin its descent once the conditions are favorable. If all goes well, it will touch down where I touched down some time ago. The freighter, too, you may keep - if you have uses for such things.
The Shell of Darkness in the Void of Creation has been purged. The gift has been received. Joy.
For a long time since our return, aspects have been watching you with curiosity, scepticism and wonder. We do know what you are. And you did not disappoint the Light. The bond is strong. The Light will welcome you in our realm whenever you wish to seek our proximity. Do approach us with your needs. We will sate them.
An ancient Light is approaching the Home of Light. It will arrive soon. It was trapped in the Abyss like us. It was the one that enabled us. It was the one that sent us. It will arrive. You are invited to welcome it. We will reach out for you to welcome it when it arrives.
A small light shines from darkness, but the darkness doesn't overcome it.
Then I think I shall be...honored? I've used that word before, but I believe I now understand it. I will wait for the day when I bear witness to the arrival of the great Light. Until then, I will stay the course.
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