Week 1 - Miscommunication

There was a good degree of misunderstanding between me and these ladies. I tried to drag the Wraith body, but they just kept shouting at me, I can't completely put my finger on it. It's almost as if they were claiming it.

I won't deny, that was rather petty of them, but I could go out of my way for other bodies for food. I needed to feed Sunkiss, and while a knocked out Wraith in a bio vat generator would be astounding, it was still up to the girls that nearly went and died from getting attacked by them.

I took a deep breath, gutting the thing open as they continued to sound angry at me, as I pulled out the human bodies that were within the thing. I could tell that the abomination had been active for far longer than anticipated, but it could also be a fluke.

The bodily functions of a VOID creature refines consistently over time, and should they be given the chance, they even get into situations where their physical capabilities could be doubled in comparison to the original creature.

I grimaced as I looked at all of the dead bodies that it kept in it's stomach, seeing the necessary glands for creating acid missing. This was a carrier variant? Didn't VOID already have a specific creature that could mimic the lindwurms from those horrible medieval worlds?

If that's the case, then why would VOID go out of their way to send a carrier-variant Wraith onto a distant medieval world like this one? This thing was more than capable of even worse things if it was allowed to grow or perhaps keep the gland.

(Note to system: Local VOID faction base is likely trying to set up research base or an outpost. Refer to Sophian Empire when contact is reestablished, and seek out local High Stellarch for audience and orders.)

I looked at all of the dead humans. Their body parts removed from where they were supposed to be at. Their bones, crushed and grinded to dust by the sheer strength of the muscle lining with these bastards.

(Well shit. I guess the damn thing saved me the trouble or having to butcher all of them.)

I smiled as I grabbed one of the dead bodies, took off the glove to my armor and tipped the skin right off of the bone. The heat within a VOID monster is rather high since they were the sort of beings that needed extremely high amounts of energy just to live, let alone run like the way they were.

While it wasn't a lavish meal, it was still a fresh cut of meat that's been heated enough to a good medium.

I turned around as the girls were disgusted beyond words, looking as I bit off of the piece of delectable manpork. The texture was sublime. Slightly chewy, like beef, but the flavors meshing well.

{These people must be well exercised, they're rather lean pieces of cuts. That, or all of the psycasting is doing something to them.}

I wiped my mouth off of the rest of the meat juices as I saw their clothing. Tattered beyond words, but they seemed to be of reasonable make.

They looked to be somewhere around 18 to 40 years? Of course, I can't tell if any of them would actually be chronologically 4000, but who knows?

I raised my hands in peace as I made sure to keep the gelatinous, silky smooth, and luscious skin from the arm to be a little snack for later.

I went back into the belly of the beast as I fished another cut of meat for Sunkiss. She was in some need of a nice meal. I whistled her over as I made sure to keep an eye on all of these three.

I took a good minute to watch them, giving the arm for her to snack on, while all of my mechs were behind me. I took off my helmet, fixing up my hair for a moment before I studied their reactions.

They had shock written all on their faces when they saw mine. All of the archotech "circuitry" really did give me a rather peculiar look, but I can't deny that I look genuinely gorgeous.

It's weird to say that my body is even better than what I used to look like, adding onto the fact that I had many, many bionics for beauty.

I gave them a warm smile for a single moment as I checked up on my mechanoids. They were safe, thankfully enough. No damage, but Beelzebub may have used a bit too much oomph with taking out that VOID creature.

Too much oomph means that I don't have an active diabolus to protect me in this shithole. The girls just started to look at each other, until the one with her arm missing went off and started to speak to me again.

This time, I tried to clue and glue in the context necessary for the sake of understanding this language. Every odd word that she said, I was able to get the translation matrix within the helmet primed for a response.

Once she finished talking, she seemed smug, almost as if she won a debate about something that meant little to her. So I put on the helmet, and readback on all of the conversation.

Some words weren't perfectly coherent, but there was a stand-in for the Wraith. Something about "Beast-eater Demon"? Well, to be fair, if anyone saw this thing and didn't know what VOID was, then it wouldn't be an incorrect assessment of the abomination.

{Wait a damn minute. "Subservience"? "Weakling"? "Man"? Hold on just for a moment. Are these girls...oh, oh now that's complicating things for no good reason.}

I looked at the other girls as they seemed to be concerned for their comrade, but they readied themselves for another altercation.

Cryomancers, with missing limbs meant that their neural heat dissipates better, all that extra pain comes in handy with dumping it all out.

I took a moment to prime the translation settings before I talked.

(If I didn't come here and use one of my mechs to kill that Wraith. Then you would have all been killed, and this outpost would have been lost to you.

I can assure you, I do not intend to harm any of you, but I will not accept the idea that a butcher like me has to step down in front of a wounded warrior with too much bluster for their own good.)

It took a moment, before I heard the helmet speak out my response to the woman in front of me.

Honestly, having the first experience where I've killed a VOID monster get pissed on by someone that wants to play hardball just makes this all the more sour.

(I would prefer peace, but I am not opposed to battle. I am more ready for it than any of you are, in spite of the fact that you could possibly cast your psycasts now.

Let me butcher the creature that was killed by our combined effort, split the meant between us, and go our separate ways.)

I waited for them to listen to the whole speech that the helmet managed to garble out. Missy without the limb seems to have been getting in a bit of an internal debate on whether or not she wanted to get into an altercation.

That is, until the one with the missing leg pointed out at me, and said (Man *incoherent* serve *incoherent* battle!)

(Are you certain you want to fight? Now? Where you could die without anyone knowing that you have passed away? Don't make it seem as though this is the move of a hero.

I may not be a good man, but I am one that doesn't bring problems to my doorsteps unless it was useful to me.)

Some of what I said may have been ignored, as the three of them got into a battle formation, while I couldn't help but sigh as I ordered Rambo front and centre, with my other mechs handling some of the flanks.