Felipe and Ilyze have a trip to take, to a mining settlement to the South and the West of Vesper. Not in Dinosaur Swamp, but in that direction and not overly far from Clearwater. At least one Orycto, a rodent-like D-Bee, had been found to exhibiting anger issues – something for which the species isn’t known for. And according to the discussion had with Frieda, others in the settlement were exhibiting the same symptoms.
Given the strength with which Frieda fought when the anger fit had hit. The good Doctor and the chaos mage had sought out assistance of the ‘extra muscular’ kind. A Valkyr and a Wolfen.
They’ve been travelling for several hours now – the goings not quite as tough as it is in Dinosaur Swamp – and the walls of the settlement can be seen in the distance, it won’t be long and they’ll reach it. So far, they’ve not spotted any inhabitants from the settlement, but that might be right. The mine is past it, and one could reasonably expect that most of the inhabitants would be there.
The less swampy, the better. Felipe doesn’t mind the hours put into traveling all this way, but a sigh of relief is silently exhaled the moment the settlement is in view. “That– that’s it, right? The village?” he asks, both to Ilyze and over the communication device as he drives. “That’s gotta be it.”
Preparation for the trip had been fairly simple. After notifying his adopted Saurian sister about it, he and the others gathered what they needed, called in a favor for some backup, and then got into the ATV they were currently occupying. The mage was very good at whatever it was she did, and having her assist in future diagnosing would be useful if the symptoms came up again. His Valkyr and Wolfen detail were also hardy enough to handle whatever was thrown at them. He knew for a fact they wouldn’t be gentle, but two pairs of firm hands were necessary in case the situation changed drastically.
Sudden Rage Syndrome (SRS) is nothing to laugh about. He couldn’t help but have a feeling this wouldn’t blow over so fast.
It helps to have one’s own mount. Ilyze rides atop a tallish, slender creature with the build of a horse, the grace of a deer and a pair of spiraling horns that protrude from the back of its head. Scales adorn its face around fur and along its body, an unusual hybrid indeed. Nerah, as Ilyze has so introduced him, seems to be well accustomed to travel and not at all bothered by the terrain. Neither does he seem skittish at the unusual vehicle accompanying them.
“I believe so,” Ilyze says as she looks ahead. With no visible urging, her mount picks up the pace just a touch, ears perked and cautious, the mage allowing her chaos senses to extend as they make their approach.
Hunter rides a great steel behemoth capable of leveling cities… most of the time. Today he does not. Such things are obvious and it was not clear that it was needed, so he’s riding a smaller steel behemoth. It’s an all terrain bike. Motor bike, well motor in that it has an engine. Fusion engine. It’s a rugged looking thing and larger than normal. It has to be to accommodate his wolfen frame. The advantage of it being fusion, though, is that it’s nearly silent. Only the slight whine of the wheel motors give any indication that it is in motion. The beasts are louder.
“I believe so.” Ardul had elected to travel partially by wing and partially with Hunter, preserving her energy for what might lay ahead.
They make the walls in not very long and enter the settlement. It looks like just any other settlement. Buildings line a makeshift road that cuts through the center. Accommodation units on one side, the ‘meeting house’ and square towards the middle, admin buildings and storage on the opposite side. Smaller side streets branch off the expanse that passes for a road but all in all, this isn’t a large place and the population might number a couple of hundred at best.
So where are they? There’s no one here. No children playing or running errands. No one walking the streets. Though the signs of occupation are there. If they didn’t know better this might be a ghost town.
For Ilyze, her chaos senses pick up something black and swirling towards the other side of the village. Felipe and she will both know, from his discussions with Freida, that the mine entrance is in that direction.
Hunter’s keen hearing might pick up higher pitched sounds coming from that direction. It sounds like … squeaking. Angry and/or distressed squeaking.
“Well. That’s good,” the doctor says after a pause, acknowledging the two confirmations about them being in the right area. “Thank goodness we don’t need to go any farther…”
But the closer they get, the more lonely and desolate the village appears. Felipe’s brow creases slightly as he looks, echoing the frown that forms upon his lips.
“…Ah. So begs a more obvious question,” he slowly adds. “If this is the village, then where is everyone?”
Nerah slows once they reach the settlement, snorting as he finally seems to be showing some unease. On his back, Ilyze frowns, her hazel eyes narrowing as she scans the empty dwellings and paths.
“…I hope we are not too late,” she murmurs, drawing her beast to a halt, turned towards the direction of the mines. Raising a hand, she points. “There is a great concentration of chaos coming from there. It should be where the mines are located,” she says, looking over at the others.
Hunter pulls the bike in and glances toward Ardul. Empty villages are rarely a good sign in his experience. It’s… creepy. And creepily reminiscent of how certain things have gone recently.
“I hear… squeaking. Like… rodents perhaps?” The wolfen is off his bike and has pistol in hand in less time than it takes to tell. He doesn’t like this one bit.
“It is strange …” Ardul murmurs, unclipping the cylinder that hangs from her belt when Ilyze speaks. “Keep moving towards the mines.” She gestures and takes the opposite side of the party to Hunter. “We’ll take point.” She returns his meaningful look and moves forwards.
The black swirls of chaos grow stronger for the chaos mage but she can also senses pulses of order in there.
For Hunter the sounds draw closer – much more quickly than his group is approaching. Like it’s coming right at them.
Then they see it. A small group of villagers fighting each other. They’re mostly fighting with tooth, nail and claw, even though they could be expected to have weapons of sorts. They’re bloodied and the squeaking that Hunter could hear soon becomes evident – it’s them. It’s the noise they make as they throw themselves at each other.
Behind them are bodies. In similar or worse condition than the combatants, they might still be alive but it’s hard to tell from here. It’s possible to skirt the group and find out though.
As the party comes into view, the fighting rodents turn as one. They bellow out squeaks (is that even possible?) and launch themselves at the Valkyr and the Wolfen.
“Doctor, Ilyze. See what you can do for the others … and stay safe.”
The mage drops a direction where chaos has accumulated and the wolfen hears sounds none of the others can hear normally. That just says all signs are pointing to ‘bad.’
“Not good,” Felipe breathes, quietly tensing as he follows Ardul’s lead. Although it may have been easier to panic, it wouldn’t have done anyone any good. There are Orycto villagers at risk of repeating an outbreak and they need to be helped. Going into the fray comes with the job.
The moment he set foot outside of the ATV, the doctor grabs his bag along with another pack, barely catching the Valkyr’s instruction once the fighting Orycto are in plain sight. It’s monstrous. Disturbing. It becomes even moreso when they move in sync with each other, active, angry, rushing right at the party.
He tears his gaze away from the horde, abruptly glancing over at the ones who are prone on the ground some feet away from the others. Wasting no time, he runs, arcing and skidding around toward the closest rodent D-Bee to see if they’re alive.
“Hey! Hello, hello, hello — come on, please be alive,” Felipe professionally rattles on, kneeling in close as he hastily checks for any vital signs. The second he finds a pulse and sees the D-Bee is breathing brings some relief, but he can see there are a lot more lying in close proximity to where he is. A whole lot more than he thought. And from what he can tell, the dead don’t look any different from the exhausted. “Maybe I should’ve asked for more backup.”
Ilyze dismounts with a quick and easy movement, grasping the long bundle strapped to the side of Nerah’s saddle to sling over her shoulder. Concern is clear upon her face as she starts towards the mines, nodding briefly at Ardul and the Wolfen. She winces at the sheer negativity of the chaos concentration, and it takes some effort to really get a fix upon the order nearly masked by it.
Trusting Ardul and Hunter to do what they must, the mage takes off after Felipe, taking advantage of the distraction. It’s no less an unpleasant sight once they reach the fallen, and Ilyze focuses her senses upon the bodies of the Orycto that litter the ground. Dead? Exhausted? She should be able to have an easier time of making certain between the two, kneeling beside one to administer basic first aid.
“There,” she says quietly, but loud enough for Felipe to hear as she gestures. “And there. One at a time. We must do what we can, and not stretch ourselves thin.”
Hunter… empties his weapon at the charging rodents. Six shots. At six targets. And it sounds like a single shot. He’s under no illusions that will solve the problem though so the first one that gets close enough gets a cybernetic punch to the jaw. He’s not being gentle. For all he knows these are crazed plague rats. They might have rot bombs or something. Probably not but in his time traipsing around the continent he’s seen stranger things.
As Felipe and Ilyze work, they’re joined by some very tired looking villagers, who are banged up pretty badly. They’re exhausted and barely able to move, but they move to help. The Doctor and the mage can direct them. “The medical wing is over there …” one gestures weakly “… we’ve been moving those who recover from this, there. Those who don’t…”
Another Orctyo picks up “… we leave out till they exhaust themselves again and begin to recover.” Interesting?
Hunters shots take down four, his punch takes out a fifth. There’s still a dozen or more and they’re rushing him. As he watches though, he’ll notice that they seem to be moving together. What first appeared a mob, is something more cohesive. They stay grouped together, but rush him as one – not individuals on their own. They’re intent seems to be to try and take the Wolfen down.
Ardul’s blade flashes from his side and another two drop in their footsteps.
One at a time. Felipe nods at Ilyze, taking her advice to heart since there are only two of them compared to the growing number of charges that still need attention. While he can take the time to yell at Hunter and Ardul for being themselves in a combative setup, he knows there really isn’t anything he can do to stop them. It’s not like he wants them to get taken down by a hive-mind of rodent D-Bees — care is just not fitting the situation right now.
Yet he finds he’s pleasantly surprised when there are several awake and unaffected villagers about to lend a hand. As they start moving the ones who are still breathing, he’s vaguely perturbed by the way the Orycto have been dealing with this problem. “How long has this been happening? And how many others have shown the same reactions?”
She may or may not have to point out more as they go along, but it’s a small relief that not all of the Oryctos have been affected. Ilyze nods at those who arrive, ignoring the brutal means with which Hunter and Ardul use, or rather the resulting that she senses. Other ways, were there other ways? Disabling didn’t have to mean lethally.
She shakes her head, forcing herself to focus upon moving those still able to be helped, to the medical wing as pointed out. “And when they recover..? Do they resume this madness?”
Hunter is busy. If he seems quick to violence in his defense the world he lives in is also quick to violence. In any case he’s not thinking about that. He’s still punching. Ordinarily at this point he’d go for a knife but he’s got a metal hand and a big heavy revolver. Both are excellent clubs when wielded with force.
And boy is he wielding.
He’s primarily concerned with keeping the danger away from the other two. And, you know, ending it so that he can see what else is actually the problem here.
“Ardul, finish it quickly.”
“This? I… I’m not sure. About a week, maybe? All of us, at one point or other. I recovered two days ago, about…” it’s understandable that she might be confused, but she’s talking and coherent. Which is something. “Some do, yes. And fight till their exhausted or knocked out. If they recover, we move them. If they don’t… ” well, it looks like they go back to fighting.
Another half dozen rodents fall to Hunters efforts. They aren’t, surprisingly, trying to avoid him even if they are acting in concert. And the fact that their attention is on the Wolfen has left the Valkyr unencumbered and free to act.
It’s similar for Ardul as well. Once the fighting starts, she moves to finish it. The quicker she can, the lower the number of casualties.
Her shield appears on her left arm and the winged woman knocks what’s left out. She’s panting by the end of it – the rodents were incredibly strong, far stronger than the species is known to be. “Were they… ” she raises grey eyes to the Wolfen “… working together?”
Even as she waits for Hunters answer, she turns to watch the other pair. “Report Doctor and Ilyze. Are you harmed?” her eyes though slide to Wolfen. They’ve seen similar behaviour, if not the same, before.
Felipe clicks his tongue at the answers given. “Take a break after this,” he advises the Orycto, “and get something to drink. Is there water and food?” A week is a long period of time, but it seems the effects of the illness haven’t been as devastating as they had thought it would be. “But I can be wrong,” he mutters to himself. While he hoped exhaustion would deter the sick rodent D-Bees from doing any more damage to themselves, he had some faint expectation that wouldn’t be the case.
“We’re lucky some of you were able to recover,” he says clearly, nodding to signal setting down the D-Bee in the wing provided. “You and the others helping us out right now? You’re all faring way better than the ones my associates are handling at the moment.”
Speaking of which, he spares a quick glance at Ilyze before standing, jogging back a ways to call back to where Ardul and Hunter are. “We’re fine! Some good news: we have some villagers who are awake and aware of the situation!”
Ilyze slips a water canteen from her belt, offering it to the Orycto even as Felipe gives the suggestion. She glances over her shoulder and back towards the mouth of the mines, feeling no need to report since the doctor does so himself. She looks back at the Orycto they’d been assisting in moving the others of its kind before getting back to her feet.
“It sounds like they’ve finished. We’ll need to see what medical aid we may need to see to. Then we will help move the rest inside.” She’ll wait for acknowledgment or whatever else the D-Bee may wish to say before heading back out to inspect the damage.
“I think so.” Hunter’s last punch comes with a bone crunching thud. He straightens up and looks about. There are no other immediate threats but the entire place //smells// wrong. It smells… sick. It’s hard to verbalize other than that.
“Looks clear for the moment Doctor. Ilyze.” At least the threat had been manageable.
Ardul looks at the Wolfen and the look on his face. He’s not wrong that it smells off. These rodents, which are naturally passive by nature had been almost rabid in their attempt to take them out. And they had been working together. “We need to check these creatures out but I’m not seeing any implants, are you?” Hunter will understand that reference, even if the other don’t at the moment.
There aren’t any implants that Hunter can see but if he recalls, the Iyesgarthian technology relied primarily on nanites to do the controlling. Though all of them are showing some form of protrusion near their temples. It appears to be organic, perhaps.
To Ilyze, as she helps with the moving of the fallen, the chaos swirls through their bodies, but certainly seems centered in the same area.
The ones assisting Felipe nod their heads slowly “We’ve lost a few of the settlement. We didn’t know if we could save the others. There’s supplies in the medical unit and food in the kitchens. Tell us what you need and we’ll supply it. I’m Kayle, by the way … Who would you be?”
Ilyze has the right idea, acting when she needs to and bringing attention to what comes next. Felipe is glad to have her kind of calm in the midst of chaos. He’s also grateful to have Hunter and Ardul return from their ordeal in one piece.
“Good to hear,” he sighs, covering all responses in one breath, the relief present as he continues chugging along in doctor mode. “Ilyze, Hunter, Ardul, we’ll have to get some of the supplies we brought out from the ATV. Not everything since we have some supplies here — from what I can tell, we can tend to physical needs before getting further into it…”
Turning back to the Orycto Kayle, he offers a half-smile. “Ah, right– Felipe Usnavi, traveling doctor. Ilyze and Ardul– ” he indicates both women accordingly with a light gesture, “– helped me when Freida arrived in Vesper.” A beat, and a nod is thrown in the Wolfen’s direction. “And that’s Hunter. He’s the other half of our strongarms for today.” Another pause follows as he lets her earlier words sink in, his brow furrowing as the tension in his shoulders settles. “The loss is unfortunate, but we’ll do what we can to help everyone here now.”
“I will assist with supplies after inspecting the wounded,” the chaos mage replies without lifting her attention from the Oryctos. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and growing concern as she studies those nearest her.
The chaos foci seems to be different somehow, at least from the patient they’d tended to back at the Restorium. Kneeling beside one of the D-Bees, she carefully reaches out to tilt their head, her chaos senses ranging over them as she probes through the fur with her fingers. “Doctor…” She does not shout, but raises her voice enough to be heard by them. “…there’s something… Chaos moves through them, but it is not concentrated in the glands, but here…”
The glands are still stimulated, Ilyze can see that, but they something else is at play. If she was to check Kayle out, she’d get similar readings. The adrenal and pituitary glands had been stimulated, though the chaos was fading there – and at the temple, the faintest of disturbances.
What would she see if she examined the ones that had fallen before they got there?
When they make the medical centre, there’s makeshift beds laid out in the facility. Between the ones that just fell and the ones that are here, it’s most of the settlement that has been affected.
“We’ve been treating them the best we could, Doctor…” Kayle murmurs. She seems relieved that there’s a doctor here. “… but we weren’t really sure what to do. Lots of fluid and treating the headaches they were complaining about. The longer we’ve been recovered, the less the headache is. I was one of the first to recover.”
Ardul nods to Felipe and heads to the ATV, taking Hunter with her. Before she goes though, she too murmurs “We’ll want to speak with them… And I’ll be interested to see what you find in their blood samples.” That’s … interesting. For now they’ll bring the heavier pieces of equipment in with them.
“It’s a good start,” the doctor assures Kayle. “What we’re dealing with is out of the ordinary. Fortunately, the rate at which you’re all recovering is promising.” Which means they have a chance to fix it.
However, they still need to figure out the cause.
Everything goes as smoothly as it can. As Ilyze checks some of the patients, Felipe does the same with the others (albeit using different methods). Each examination becomes a pattern, catching the differences between those who are still unconscious and those who are recovering. “Odd,” he comments softly, making sure that he isn’t just imagining the varying sizes of the protrusions. Getting back onto his feet, he goes pass a few of the beds, picking out several of the blood samples to place them under a microscope.
One thing’s for sure: blood cells shouldn’t be oddly shaped. Or nanites, for that matter.
Looking back up, Felipe shifts, glancing over a shoulder. “Uh. Hey. I may need another set of eyes.” A hand beckons loosely. “Any of you, really — take a look and tell me I’m seeing things.”
Of course, before anyone else can confirm he’s actually seeing things, the mage calls for his attention. “–What? Wait, where?” Still holding a blood sample, he rushes over as fast as he can, eyes narrowing at the Orycto Ilyze is tending to. “Oh that can’t be good,” he exhales. “Is that the only location? Is there anything more you found?”
Making mental notes of her observations, while it takes time, she helps to move the injured where the others have been. With general first aid applied, she can start going through the other Oryctos that are there.
It’s not too hard for her to notice the differences between them in terms of the destructive forces working with them. Ilyze pauses after a few rows, roughly where the beds of those they’ve only recently brought in begin. “How long have these been resting?” she asks Kayle, gesturing back towards the ones she’d finished. The chaos is not completely dissipated, but they are significantly lower in the areas she’d detected greatest concentration within the freshly collapsed. Her senses brush across Kayle and any other D-Bees yet in their right mind, trying to determine if they were also affected or somehow left immune.
When Felipe speaks up, she looks over towards him, but he’s up and heading over where she is before she might even take a step in his direction.
“All of them, I suspect, although in those from these past rows they have faded considerably, or only show the faint signs of chaos concentration where we have found them to be in Frieda. But in these we have just brought in, they are most prominent,” she replies, indicating the temple of the nearest patient.
“I recovered a couple of days ago.” Kayle answers Ilyze “These ones recovered about the time I did. The others in the last day or so…” The rodent like D-Bee frowns at the observation. “They were complaining of headaches much earlier than the others. Do you think that they might be related?”
“What are you seeing, Doctor?” Kayle looks over and peers at the blood sample “Are they … nanites? What are they doing?” More importantly where did they come from?
It takes several blood samples from the Oryctos in differing states to get a picture. In the ones that collapsed today, the nanites seemed to be clustering around the temple points. In the others, the nanites are still there but they don’t seem as active – like they’re failing or being neutralised.
Is this what’s causing the rage and headaches?
As they’re talking, the Valkyr returns and frowns deeply. “What is it you’ve found, Doctor? Ilyze?”
From what Ilyze and Kayle tell Felipe, he frowns. “Headaches, swollen protrusions that form on the temple…nanites?” Here, his head lifts. It’s like something clicks. “Nanites,” he repeats, looking between the two as if to confirm something. “Yeah. Yes, nanites!” And when Ardul asks, he turns to look back at her, repeating once more: “Nanites.”
It’s like he’s expecting something to explode from the minor revelation. And yet nothing happens. He just sounds mildly crazy.
“–Hold on, you said something about you and some of the others recovering days earlier?” he asks without skipping a beat, going back over to the microscope to double-check the samples. “Because look here, everyone. Everyone! Although all the samples show the nanites, there’s a big difference in the activity between the ones who have recovered with Kayle and the ones who have just been knocked out recently.” He steps back so that Ilyze and Ardul can take a look as well. “And I don’t exactly what they’re doing, Kayle, but it would be stupid to say they aren’t related when they can be a huge factor in this medical mystery. Clearly they shouldn’t even be in the blood at all, but there they are! Wriggling.”
There’s no need for repetition, given Felipe’s already said the word enough times for everyone gathered. And having a glimpse through the microscope confirms this otherwise crazy-sounding talk. Ilyze frowns. “It seems that they may be related to the inflammation of those glands,” she murmurs, nodding at Kayle as Felipe expounds.
“…but where did they come from?” Her brow knits as she voices the question, and she looks at Kayle again. “Is there anything unusual that occurred recently within your settlement, prior to the complaints of headaches and the subsequent triggering of rage?” Internal or external? Frieda had mentioned something about traders.
Ardul frowns at the mention of nanites and glances to Hunter, where he’s standing. He’s elected, for the moment to wait outside and make sure there aren’t any stragglers. “What do you think they were doing?” Nanites are used for all sorts of things on Rifts Earth and it’s possible the population of this settlement are supposed to have them. “Is there anything else other than the nanites in their bodies?” It’s a strange question but the answer is ‘no’.
But maybe not.
It’s difficult for Felipe to determine what they’re doing at the moment, but it might be possible to do so back in Vesper. Although technologically wise, he might to need seek assistance from Dogwood – that city being more inclined to tech than the City of Mysteries. There’s a few guesses…. ahem, educated assumptions … he might take though to direct his investigation from here.
Kayle frowns as well as she looks at the results, nodding as what Felipe points out becomes clear. “Do we know why they more active in these samples?” Maybe Felipe can hypothesise about that as well.
Kayle thinks hard “Unusual, no? Not that I can think of but it’s hard to tell. I’ve been getting headaches on and off for weeks now. I didn’t think anything of it and didn’t mention it to anyone. Old Nan was complaining though, we thought it was just her age, but maybe ….”
The might need to speak to the others recovering to get a picture of that.
“The rage only started in the last week or so…” That has Ardul hmmmm in and looking back to Hunter “It’s not the same, but they might be related …. don’t you think?”
“My guess is as good as any, Kayle. The active nanites appear to be naturally linked to the amount of activity the carrier is going through. Case in point — the group that acting out only moments ago. If not for Hunter and Ardul, they were ready to keep fighting until they expired.”
Felipe’s eyes flicker from Ilyze, then to Ardul. “Yeah, nanites are everywhere, but nanites shouldn’t just be appearing within a community for no apparent reason,” he says, folding his arms over each other. “And since this only started its advanced stages within a week’s time, there’s a lot that needs to be done.”
He frowns some more as he thinks it over. “We’re lucky there’s nothing else threatening the patients, but we’re left with research that may need to be delved into further once we get back to Vesper. And if we can’t figure out what kind of nanites they are, then…” He seems to pause for a second, rewinding a bit as he looks to the D-Bee. He takes a cue from Ilyze about anything unusual, even if there already has been mention of everything being pretty lowkey. “Hhwait, so it’s only the result of headaches? We’ve heard from Frieda that there traders come to visit often, correct? Was it business as usual?”
Ilyze is no expert in nanites. She’s passingly familiar at best when it comes to technology and might know a thing or two about fixing basic machinery, but this isn’t something she’s particularly looked into. “Is there a way to get rid of them?” Dogwood is naturally the first place she thinks of when it comes to any further study on this, but it’s not particularly an option she likes. She’s not terribly against it either. It’s been a very long time since she’s gone home, after all.
“You are familiar with something similar?” She asks this in the direction of Ardul and Hunter, a brow arching. Felipe’s asked the question she would have to Kayle, so she only nods at the Orycto, waiting.
“As far as I know.” Kayle answers Felipe. “One of the merchants a month or so back had new people. That’s not so unusual when a business expands. They stayed in the settlement for a few nights – that’s a little unusual. We’re not a big community and the trading was done very quickly.”
“Anything you remember about the people themselves?” That’s Ardul from her position by the door.
“Mmmm. They were D-Bee’s and one of them had a spear that looked like it was made out of obsidian.”
Ardul shakes her head slowly at Ilyze, clearly thinking “Possibly Ilyze, but I need to know more. Doctor, can you run some tests on those nanites and compare them a sample that I give you?”
There’s a nod. “Not very unusual at all, but I suppose we can assume no one stays for a few nights in the village before leaving.” Although his mouth briefly forms a thin line at these bits of information, Felipe nods his head again. “Thank you, Kayle. I’ll make sure to send another group out here to check in on all of you.”
As the winged Valkyr requests a sample for testing, he replies, “That I can. We’ll need to bring it all back to Vesper to get a better read on it, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” He then shrugs, allowing himself a faint smirk. “Call me optimistic, but now that we know all of this, I’m sure we can put a end to it. We’re just going to need to do a lot of testing.”
“Hmm,” Ilyze nods slowly, her eyes flicking towards Ardul as she prompts Kayle for more details regarding the merchants. She looks back at Felipe as he makes his reassurances, and she hopes for his sake that everything will go as he well as he says. “Sometimes optimism is all that one can hold on to. I believe we’ve at least made some headway here, at least.”
She turns, looking over the resting and the injured. “…I think I will stay here and help look after them a little longer- at least until more are sent to assist. I have Nerah with me, so I will not be without a ride back.”
“Thank you Doctor.” Kayle offers a tentative smile to Ilyze for the offer to stay. “Your help would be welcome, I think we’re going to be needing some while we recover from this.” She gestures to the end of the medical centre “I’ll be down there when you’re ready and we’ll find you accommodation as well.” The rodent looks tired, though that might be no wonder.
Ardul nods to Felipe “I’ll get them to you. I need to return to Saren’s Rest to be able to do so. Let us know when you’re ready to go and we’ll pack the equipment up. I need to speak with Hunter.” She heads on out, towards the Wolfen, a concerned look on her face.
“Then I’ll do what I can for the time being, Kayle,” Felipe says to the rodent D-Bee, smiling back. He then regards the mage, nodding again as she makes her decision. “Thanks for volunteering to stay, Ilyze. I’ll make sure to send them as soon as possible, short briefing of the situation and all.”
With Ardul’s short-term planning, the doctor gives a small salute. “All right. I’ll do another go-around before then. It won’t take too long.” And he does so, turning in the opposite direction of the wolfen and the valkyr to face the rows of beds lined before him.
With everyone in the settlement seeming to be affected by this malady, outside assistance seems most vital. How long would they have held out if Felipe and their team had not come out here? At least they’d found something out, although Ilyze doesn’t like the implications. She nods at the others, raising a hand to wave after the departing Ardul and Hunter.
“I will do what I can,” she promises Kayle. Nodding at Felipe, she at least knows she can trust him to follow through, especially for something that has his attention. And she won’t mind his help in checking the patients once more before their departure.
At least Nerah should be fine where he is for now. Ilyze will check on him once she helps get these Orycto settled. It’s going to be a long day.
Upon reaching the Orycto village, Felipe, Ilzye, Hunter, and Ardul came across an emptiness that normally didn't bode well for anyone. The not-so-funny thing was the village wasn't abandoned. At all.
August 20, 2410