!!oRzT9pO4Q3p 12/12/10(Sun)00:24 No.13119764|
The fire warriors are moving with uncanny coordination - which, in and of itself isn't unusual among military units, but these specimens aren't even using hand gestures to communicate their actions. They're simply going about their tasks as if possessed of a single will, not unlike a swarm of scarabs performing a more complex task that a single scarab would be unable to complete.
Their syncronicity isn't the only thing they have in common, however; each fire warrior, the cigar-chomping shas'ui included, all share a similar bloodstain beneath their breastplates; a bright blue blot against the ochre of their uniform fatigues.
Suddenly, your host's panic response begins to spool up and it's all you can do to regulate her physiology from displaying any outward signs of alarm.
"You don't have to worry," the shas'ui informs you, "you won't have to worry about any more alien attacks."