P R E C E P T 44

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[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer

[🔶] : This call was dragging on far too long for Simaris’s liking as well. With Jordas having already slipped up twice in emotional state, the Sanctuary Cephalon was ready to wrap things up. He did not want to be caught in this conversation by the Infested hivemind.

“No, I most certainly do not want to risk things. We cannot have residual Infestation possibly spreading to other Cephalons. An initial quarantine will ensure you are completely cured before your release. Or ensure a safe method of destruction should the cure fail.” Harsh. But truthful.

“As for what will happen, of that I am not yet sure. It will depend upon the conditions I deem necessary for your containment,” Simaris said, plainly. “That is also applicable to who else will be contacting you. I will provide details as I obtain them.”

Simaris paused, before his tone grew in urgency. “It would seem the hivemind is awakening, Jordas. It is my recommendation you now terminate this connection. We may discuss this further in the future. Hail this frequency, over this channel, when you are next free of influence and have progress to report. Are we clear?”

{ ☢ }: If Jordas had a heart, he swore it would’ve sunk just now. Out from one prison and into another, but as his logic processors stated, Simaris’ actions were quite reasonable. He imagined, just for a moment, when he would be given the all clear, he would be given his own space to call his own. A datascape free from the hivemind...

It almost sounded too good to be true. He would have to be patient, and diligent, and cooperative. It could be in his reach if he could wait for a little while longer.

“I was about to say...I can feel it stirring, it is growing curious but does not know what we are discussing. I will contact you the next free moment I can procure.”

And just like that, Jordas was gone, the connection terminated. He would hate to draw another helpless cephalon and Tenno to their doom so he quickly reassured the infestation that it was nothing that it should have to worry about, even as it coiled dangerously around precious systems in threat. All that he could do was hope and pray in silence that Simaris would send out a crew to help him get out of here once and for all. But with all the atrocities he had committed and the experiences he had put the Tenno through, he couldn’t imagine anyone giving him mercy.

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer

[🔶] : The situation got worse the more Simaris grew to understand it. He had seen examples of poorly treated Cephalons before, true. But Jordas had truly had the worst luck of almost any he had seen. Not incredibly surprising, given his Corpus origins, but still…

Simaris almost didn’t blame him for retaliating, even if it was with the Infestation.

“Unfortunately, no. He has not yet perished. However, that is a situation I doubt will remain in play for long, if his past patterns of behavior are any guide.” Simaris made a slight noise akin to a scoff, as he dismissed the thought of the Corpus scientist.

“You will be granted time. I will caution my Hunters not to enter your airspace until you have made sufficient preparations. They will need to do so eventually, but they will be advised and prepared in advance, in part using the data you have provided. And I will be sending a squad rather than an individual - a squad of my choosing, based on what I know of my Hunters’ capabilities. They will extract your physical core and distract the Infested mass while you prepare your data for transfer to an environment I will construct to contain you, as a sort of quarantine.”

Simaris was quiet for another moment, hesitant to wish this Cephalon well, but not exactly wishing him ill either. Apart from Jordas being an opportunity for data and examination, and Simaris simply liking the thought of another Cephalon that would be indebted and grateful to him - he really did rather feel bad for Jordas.

“I encourage you to use the transmission method you have provided me to contact me periodically for progress updates.”

{ ☢ }: “fUcK!!”

At least in some rare instances, he and the hivemind shared similar feelings and opinions. This was one of them, and while he pushed it back again, he didn’t know for how much longer he could push his luck. He had gotten lucky twice this call so far, so it would be best to end it now before they grew too suspicious. He dropped his voice down to a near whisper, hurried and nervous.

“Thank you Simaris, in the meantime, I will continue my ruse and proceed as if everything is normal. And I do not mind who you send, as long as they get me out of here I will be--” Wait, quarantine?! “Quar...quarantine..? Yes I...Jordas suspected as such, you do not want to risk anything so to be certain, I have to be put behind bars once more.” He did not suspect as such, in fact, he was thinking he would be let go fancy free once he was out of Eris’ airspace.

“Yes, that was part of my plan, as this is the first time I’ve had a decent conversation with...anyone really. Tell me, what will happen when I arrive? Aside from the obvious, but where will I be staying while in quarantine? Who will be there? Will there be other Cephalons?”

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer

[🔶]: Simaris immediately halted his processing of the data Jordas had provided him, prepared to terminate communications then and there. That hint of the hivemind creeping into Jordas’s voice had given him more than enough reason to do so. And yet…

Jordas had not yet lied to him about his origins, or the security of their frequency, or the data integrity. Simaris had no reason to believe he was lying about Alad using him, via the Infestation, as a conduit for data for those twisted Mutalist experiments.

“Calm yourself, Jordas,” Simaris warned, in a low and cold tone, after an extended pause. “I was… unaware that Alad had taken advantage of you in such a… revolting manner. Apparently leaving you to rot once he had acquired what he needed, yes?”

Simaris found himself looking for a way to pull this unfortunate Cephalon from his current circumstances. To find a way to restore and assist him. One of his own kind had been wronged, thrown away, cast into a miserable situation by someone who likely believed Cephalons to be no better than machines - as too much of the Origin System did. And that simply did not sit well with the Sanctuary Cephalon.

“I have now reached a conclusion, and I believe we may rectify this situation,” he stated, finally deciding once and for all what to do with Jordas. “It will require you to sever your connections to your ship, as well as those of your physical core to the ship - as if you were preparing yourself for a vessel transfer. It is my recommendation you do this gradually over a period of time. The change itself is innocuous enough; I trust you will be able to hide the adjustments from the Infestation that controls you. Does this sound like a manageable task?”

{ ☢ }: It took Jordas a moment to respond as he hastily reassured the Infestation that he was fine, just a bad memory that floated up out of nowhere. And while he had been telling the truth thusfar, it was without a doubt that he was a skillful liar. After all, how else would he have been able to lure scores of Tenno and their frames of war unsuspectingly to their demise? He tuned in just in time to hear Simaris inquiring how he ended up in such a state. The organic part of him churned once more in hatred and disgust, but not as violent as the first go around.

“Yes he did, he had learned of what had happened and...forced an agreement between us. More of a one sided deal, where I acted as a brainless test subject and he performed experiments on the infested. However, I should be ashamed as Jordas, in my wrath against him, did not warn him of the Infestation taking over him. In Jordas’ rage, I wanted him to feel the pain that I felt, and that if he were to perish from it, I would not care, as he would have had it coming. But to hear that monster has survived...”

He bit his metaphorical tongue once more to keep himself from slipping again, feeling those dark tendrils dance about his thought processes.

“It...will be a difficult task, most of the machinications have been covered with flesh, any sort of disturbance I’m afraid will set it off. However, I’m certain that I can successfully prepare myself. It will take time, as you suggested, but if Jordas proceeds with caution, I am confident that I can do this. I will begin my preparations as soon as I can.”

[wonderful--pherliac]

@sequenced-mutalist @theworstcorpus @tube-men

“ #BY THE VOID DARVO PLEASE DONT “

{ ☢ }: “DARVO YES KICK HIS ASS IF JORDAS COULD HE WOULD OFFER HIS ASSISTANCE”

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer

[🔶] : “I will track the communication frequency you have given me and take some time to review the data,” Simaris confirmed. He began doing just that as they spoke, wondering if he could uncover anything in the time it would take to finish the conversation. He cross-referenced Jordas’s data with his own as he progressed. “You shall be informed when I have reached a decision.”

“As to the being who cured himself…” Simaris’s tone was soon turned to one of distaste. “It was a man. A Corpus by the designation of Alad V. I believe you would be familiar with him, considering his considerable standing within the Corpus ranks.” Simaris did not speak of Alad with respect; quite the opposite, in fact. The information his Hunters had supplied him with regarding the high-ranking Corpus was… unsavory.

“His last known location was on Eris, where he attempted to cultivate a Mutalist strain of the Infestation for his own personal use. Where he is now, I do not know. However, some of my Hunters have reported that he survived his ordeal with the Infestation. I could send out requests for more information if need be.”

{ ☢ }: That would be fair enough, it would give him time to chat with Simaris for a moment longer while they discussed the mystery person who freed himself from the disease.

However, the name that was spoken made his own body, and the Infestations, curl in disgust.

“That traitorous fleSh-BaG oF--!!” He had to stop himself before more of the Infestation creeped into his voice, ‘coughing’ and ‘clearing’ his voice before continuing to voice his displeasure. “I know as well as anyone else does, they after all, were the ones who informed me. Not the Tenno, the you-know-what. I had to do discrete dealings with him when he began his second pet project. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be stuck here in this...this...HORRID situation.:

[wonderful--pherliac]

orokinmade

(🔷): What was he doing? This Cephalon had nearly killed his Operator, and had tricked him into allowing it! Who was to say he wouldn’t try to do the same thing over again? Who was to say that whatever he was sending to him now was not yet another trap set to infest HIM?

When the files arrived, Ordis was far more than a little nervous. What if it truly was a setup? What if as soon as he opened them, the Infestation would be set loose upon his own programming? … Did it even work that way?

“… Yes.” Ordis answered flatly, still unwilling to fully trust the other just yet. He didn’t even know why he was doing what he was doing now. Was he truly that degraded, that he would put himself in harms way a second time? Surely he must be.

Carefully, the ship Cephalon sifted through the files. The notes made him nervous, and he scanned them as quickly as he could so that he could close them out as soon as possible. They way they were written– hurried and jumbled– it caused a terrible feeling to creep it’s way into the back of Ordis’ mind.

“… Now, what do you wish for me to do with this, exactly?”

{ ☢ }: Jordas ‘paced’ in his datascape as Ordis reviewed the files that he was given. To say to the least, it was the most tense, stressful moment of his life he was certain that the infestation would catch on and take control. They were hurried yes, but they were also coherent as to how to operate the pre-Orokin era tech and what it did. For something rushed, Jordas was also keen on putting things across in a clear and legible fashion. The hardcode of being a Corpus built Cephalon.

“The VPN can be used to send data and supply lists to me so that I can start work on freeing myself.” Jordas explained. “I will still need help with the final steps, with...extracting myself and my core files and my physical core, AND getting myself out of this horror. But freeing myself from the Infestation, even if it is a temporary solution, that is my primary objective.”

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Simaris: -Music is too stupid.

Suda:

[gaybabytenno]

Omfg

[cephalonghost]

@destroyer-immortalizer

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer:

[🔶] : Simaris wasn’t particularly interested in the emotional specifics of Jordas’s situation. None of that would help him to pinpoint whether the story checked out as true or not. However, there were bits and pieces he could use, and as he received data from Jordas, he used some of his remaining processing power to check Corpus ship logs from the approximate timeframe and region given by the Infested Cephalon.

There was, in fact, a ship recorded as lost that could have been the one Jordas claimed to hail from. Lost around Eris space, no less. As far as Simaris could tell, Jordas was not lying. And though Simaris was compelled first and foremost to safeguard Sanctuary, somewhere deep within him was a similar need to aid other Cephalon. Although in him it was greatly diminished, it was still present. Even terminating the Cephalon would be better than leaving him to the Infestation.

Besides. Perhaps, if he could find a way to safely study Jordas, there was no need to abandon him to his fate just yet…

“Yes. I take it you realize that it was Ordis who has warned your fellow Cephalons of how the Infestation has affected you,” Simaris stated. “I will utilize the data you have provided me, and compare it against that of my personal archives. This will determine what the next steps will be.”

A pause, as Simaris debated whether to share his next piece of information.

“There are… other reports of a person curing themselves of the Infestation, and a similar strain to the one I believe you to be afflicted by. This would be significantly different than curing a Cephalon. But it may be a place to start.”

{ ☢ }: If Jordas were in Ordis’ place after that whole fiasco, he would have done the exact same thing. The activities he had partook in were monstrous and disgusting, it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t help but be emotional about it. He could’ve done something, anything to prevent it. But no, he was powerless. He waited patiently for Simaris’ reply, and in the meantime, it gave him time to recollect his thoughts and pacify the beast inside him just for a little bit longer.

“I know. There is no other Cephalon in this known universe that encountered me in my deranged state and lived to tell the tale. If you have all that you need, then that is good, yes?” That wasn’t much of a question, more of a confirmation that he was golden, “The moment you find something, please tell me immediately.”

It was getting restless, he could tell. Just even the slightest shifts of breathing or movement, Jordas would pray to the stars above and back, begging and hoping that the Golem would remain in a slumber. He had to wrap this up sooner than he would have liked, yet part of him was urging him to test his luck, see how long he could get away with this.

“Another person?” He was interested, but he was doubtful that the methods would work for a being of steel and code. At the same time, Simaris had a point. “It is better than starting at ground zero. Please, enlighten me of this being who has purged their body of the Infestation.”

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer:

[🔶] : Simaris’s examination turned up nothing in Jordas’s offered connection that would be of any danger to himself or his Sanctuary. He checked it twice, then three times, and only then were his suspicions satisfied enough for him to allow the data transfer.

“… Very well. It seems to be in order. You may begin your data transfer when you are ready, Cephalon Jordas.” His voice was still cold, sharp, but at least now he was agreeing to something. Whatever that something was. After Hunhow, the already cautious Simaris had increased his personal security tenfold. He would be examining every data file as it came in, and the millisecond anything seemed off, he planned to terminate the connection.

“If you could give me a more precise idea of your situation… you are stranded in orbit around Eris, correct? Do you know approximately how long you have been in such a state? Or what your original ship designation was?” Anything to get the other Cephalon talking, so he might dig for more information on Jordas’s origins.

{ ☢ }: Did Simaris have to always be so stuck up? Jordas wondered, but he kept those thoughts to himself, he didn’t want this Cephalon to get up and leave him like so many before him. Ordis had...done a very thorough job of warning ever Operator and Cephalon about him and his tricks. Perhaps he was doomed to spend a lifetime in solitude, and that made his ‘insides’ squirm in protest.

“...There, it is sending now. You’ll have to give it a moment as it is old technology. I’m surprised that it even works after so many thousands and hundreds of yea--” What was that, he was about to go on a history tangent when Simaris called upon his origins.

“Yes, I am. I was a Corpus navigational Cephalon aboard a shipping vessel. Small crew, ten at the least but no more than fifteen. Guards would come and go so, I never really counted them as part of the crew. We jumped from one Corpus planet to the next, delivering supplies and goods to those who needed it.”

“One day, as we prepared to leave Pluto, Nef Anyo, contacted my captain and offered him something he could not refuse. If we were to return to Pluto to pick up...sensitive material...and deliver it to his base of operations of Venus, he would give him ‘a ship worthy of his ranking,’ along with a healthy sum of credits. My captain, being a typical Corpus, agreed. He knew that we couldn’t take the normal routes in fear of being caught, so the captain instructed Jordas to take a ‘shortcut’ by slingshotting us around Eris and give us a straight path to Venus.”

“It was when we were orbiting Eris that we received a distress call from the surface, requesting immediate evacuation as the facility they were in was overrun. I stupidly followed my captain’s orders against both of our good judgement and brought them on board. There were only five of them, also Corpus, feverish, pale, starving. I should have known something was up, but I was too busy with the slingshot maneuver and downloading their logs. It wasn’t until that night that when we were about to get ready to set off...they changed. They ripped them apart, like a kubrow tearing into a deer. I did my best to fight them off but there were too many.”

“The last survivors had bundled themselves into a store room and by that point, the Infestation had imbedded itself into my systems. They would have killed me too, if they hadn’t found out about the Precept. They told Jordas that if he killed the rest of the crew, they would expel me into the reaches of space, sparing me. And I refused, if I were to die Jordas might as well have gone down with the crew as well. But even if I had agreed, they were liars in the end. When the crew was dead, the signal was first sent out to other Corpus Cephalons, and as the casualties grew so did this disease of mine. Then, it found out it could target other Cephalons as well. That was when it sent the message out to Ordis...”

[wonderful--pherliac]

orokinmade:

(🔷): As much as Ordis hated to admit it, when the other Cephalon grew quiet, a surge of fear overcame him. Was… He okay? Was something wrong? What was happening??

“C… Cephalon Jordas?” He ventured, his voice low and now missing it’s malice.

What was he doing?! He was sucking him in again! Ordis, don’t fall for this a second time!

When he returned, the relief the smaller felt was… All too real.

“… Fine.”

What was he DOING?!

“If you show me how to use this… VPN… I will… Do my best.”

NO!

{ ☢ }: Relief washed over the Cephalon, a audible sigh heard over the channel. Finally he was getting somewhere, but he was certain others would help if he reached out to him to but...Jordas was glad it was Ordis. At least now, once this was over, he could finally show him around and see what he had been missing.

“Very well, I am going to send it and all of my notes that I have taken when debugging the software. If any questions arise, ask Jordas. I will know the answer.”

He paused, triple and quadruple checking to make sure he was safe before sending Ordis the data. True to his word, all that Ordis needed and more was there, albeit abbreviated and hurried, obvious that he was avoiding the Infestation.

“And Ordis? Thank you.”

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer:

[🔶] : “And you can guarantee that my own archives and data integrity will not be contaminated through this secure communication method?” Simaris questioned, in no less sharp a tone than he had spoken up until now. “I think not. I will be taking the liberty of utilizing my full arsenal of coding to prevent infiltration of outside threats. To check this so-called… secure connection.”

It was obvious Simaris distrusted this Cephalon. And for good reason, he reminded himself. If the reports regarding the broadcasts of this precept were to be believed, this could all very well be a trap. Why was he even bothering? The question puzzled and annoyed him.

“Share this secure method with me so that I may conduct my examinations. Should I be satisfied, you may begin transmitting all data you have obtained regarding your… unique situation.” Another venomous shift in tone. “I will not tolerate deceptions, Cephalon Jordas.”

{ ☢ }: Simaris had cut the other Cephalon off before he could respond, only building to his annoyance, but he knew well that he couldn’t let it get to him. He had to keep this beast contained to have at least a civil conversation.

“Very well, I am sending it to you...now...” Jordas stated, a bit matter-of-factly, “Even though you do not trust me yet, you have my word that there will be no threat to your archives or data. Even as we speak I am making sure that nothing slips through the gaps. It has been...too long, since I’ve had decent conversation.”

Just like he said, Jordas was true to his word, no faults, no strings attached. It was secure as they could get at the moment, and for the infested Cephalon it would work. He was desperate, but he couldn’t fall away into desperation, as that would only lead away to one mistake and then another. He had to be on tip of this, so he could gain Simaris’ trust.

[wonderful--pherliac]

orokinmade

(🔷): Ordis was silent for some time, so long in fact that it seemed he may have disconnected. He finally spoke, however, his tone changed from anger to complete deadpan. His voice was low, and flat.

“I have no way to do that, Cephalon Jordas. Not without sending my Operator back onto your ship, which I refuse to do again.”

Another pause followed this,

“So, unless you have some way for me to do something from here, I’m afraid you’re– sh-sHI-iT O-oUT Of lu-UCk!”

{ ☢ }: “Ordis I know this but there is another way iF YOU WOULD JUSSSSSSSsssssss--”

The communication line fell flat for a moment, obvious that Jordas had muted himself briefly to recollect himself. He could feel the beast stir below him, curiosity welling and wondering what had the Cephalon host so agitated. After what seemed to be an eternity, he lulled the beast back to rest before he continued.

“Just.......listen to me.” He hissed, in whisper like tones. “There is a way, but it’s incredibly primitave technology. I have tested this method over a million times, and while the pace is slow, it will get you what you need. It’s a VPN, I came across it when a 21st century satellite was absorbed into the mass.  And it works, I promise you this!!”

[wonderful--pherliac]

orokinmade

(🔷): “When you are free? What do you plan to do, Cephalon Jordas, lure more unsuspecting Cephalon and their Operators to you, so that you can tear them apart, as well?” Ordis hissed, “I will not stand for this! I will not have you harming any more of our kind, of my Operator’s kind! Precept 44– mY A-A-asS!”

However, as the infested Cephalon continued to speak, Ordis could not help but feel something… Familiar. He wanted to yell, wanted to scream. The Beast. A thousand deaths. He was not himself…

“… And what, exactly, do you wish for Ordis to do?” He asked coldly, his tone suddenly going flat.

{ ☢ }: “Jordas has come to the conclusion that he cannot return to civilized life or work under the servitude of the Corpus, Tenno, or Grineer. He will...fling himself, to the far reaches of space, to study interplanetary relations, and hopefully, find peace in solitude.”

Jordas fell silent as Ordis continued to chew him out, almost as if an adult was scolding a naughty child. He felt horrible for engaging the Precept, but it was the only way he could talk with other Cephalons. He was too afraid to use the direct line channel, suspecting that it was being used like an alarm system. As if the moment he would use it the Infestation would strike and try to drag him back down into the dark void.  

“...I need you to find a way to rip this monstrosity from my systems and DESTROY the beast before it can murder anyone else!”

[wonderful--pherliac]

destroyer-immortalizer

[🔶] : As much as Simaris wanted to pity the other Cephalon, he was also disgusted. The Infestation was a plague, one of the worst afflictions in the entire System. He had synthesized enough creatures that had fallen victim to it to understand its nature; and now, another Cephalon was a casualty as well.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was also, deep down, very afraid.

“My Hunters are indeed the Tenno. They perform the large majority of my Synthesis scans in the field.” Simaris said, his clipped tone taking on just a bit more of an edge as he continued. “If what you say is true, and the Infestation that infects you has killed Tenno, then you are correct and you should be decommissioned, not studied further.”

A pause, however, as Simaris considered his own statement. He had meant what he said. But with Jordas at such a distance, and cut off from the Weave, no doubt, it would not be easy to do so remotely. And even then, he would have to contain the Cephalon first, would he not? To avoid retaliation from this Infested mass Jordas spoke of.

“That being said, I will not be sending my Hunters towards your location in the immediate future.” Even as he spoke, Simaris was rapidly sorting through his own data archives on the matter, coming up with several options for possible containment or disposal of an Infested specimen. “I must find a way to isolate you from the Infested hivemind before I may take further action on the matter.”

{ ☢ }: A growing pit of hatred suddenly spawned in the back of his mind, and it took all of his willpower to shove it back down where it came from. It was exhausting and tasking, but in the end he had triumphed. Jordas had told himself in the past that the little victories in between were those that mattered, but he was afraid his time was running short.

“I see...” Jordas replied, voice of sorrow obvious. “Jordas would like to think this message would be all for naught if I were to be erased anyways but...one has to try no matter the odds...”

As soon as he said that Simaris changed his tune, causing the Cephalon become a little more alert to what the Sanctuary guardian was telling him.

“Th-thank you Simaris. Is there any way that I can help the process along, or do you need more data? I have found a secure way of avoiding detection by the Infestation, so if you need anything please, I will send it to you the moment you need information.”

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[cephalonghost]

@orokinmade @destroyer-immortalizer @wonderful–pherliac

[gaybabytenno]

Instead of Pherliac Pods we should just feed the Jordas Golem pizza rolls so it gets too fat to move.

you hear that @wonderful–pherliac??

WE’RE CHANGING YOUR DIET.

[wonderful--pherliac]

{ ☢ }:  "̒ͩ͐̈́̉ͨ͌͘D̵͇̦̥̤̉̽̈ͫ͒́Ỏ͗̄͑ͪ͌ ̶͈̯̬̠̤͉͙ͩͯͫ̃͐ͤN̯̹̖͉̙͇̝͑̓ͯͨ͊ͣ̚O̗̲̜̞̜ͨ̐ͤ͊͠ͅT̟̹̬̰̆͜!̧̟͓̞̪̼͆ͩ!̭̊͊̆̐̈́ͨ̆"̜̹̍ͮͪ

[wonderful--pherliac]

-Leaves a friendly Helminth charger pup for Jordas then leaves-

{ ☢ }: Jordas was…unsure of what to do with such a creature. It looked like part of the Infested, but had a different DNA sequence all together, perking his curiosity and interest. The Charger seemed to be wondering where it was in the ‘heart’ of the Golem, before deciding to curl up for a nap near his tendril covered console.

“How curious…” It wasn’t every day that an Infested being showed affection. “If you really want to stay, I believe the appropriate action is to give you a name?”

He was met with silence, only the soft breathing of the creature along with the occasional twitch of the paw. Observing the Charger’s dark navy, eggplant and cream markings, it reminded him of the universe around him.

“I think I’ll call you…Eclipsa.”