Arabian Swindler

Hard eyes stared out over the sands, a near permanent glare shot from the two hazel eyes as a horse sneered and began to trot around the bridge to his interceptor. He felt very irritated, angry even. For days he and his crew had tried to track down the remains of that Gypsy hive. They slipped past as they were busy exterminating the main bulk. A shortcoming on his part, he had realized.

But they were on the trail. A few unicorns had used some scarring spells, the sort to track changelings using the gems ment for changeling detection. So far, they were getting closer. The trail was weak, mostly form how old it was and the spell not really meant to be used so high up in the sky. But it was enough.

He looked forwards and felt a smirk rise up. Very soon, they would be in sight of the clan, they would swoop down and-- “Captain, there’s another ship out here.” Spoke one of his crewmen. “A… a really big ship.”

Curiously stopping, the captain gave the large ship an odd look. It was unusual. Blimp like in shape, made of entirely steel and… and very odd cannon emplacements if he could call them that. The design was not Equestrian, certainly not Arabian. It couldn’t be United, not sharp enough for griffons and it was nowhere rigid and geometric enough for Minotaur. He had no idea what he was looking at. “Such an odd ship.” He remarked.

Turning, he said, “Get a messenger, send them to the--” Then, he heard a small crack of a boom. Turning, he was just in time to see a small black dot-- before said dot quickly made contact with his ship.

For those in the Innovations Rise, a nice, shapely hole was made from bow to stern, making part of the ship to slightly tilt. A second shot rang out from the second barrel of one of the smaller guns, making the distance in just a second and making something definitely pop. The Interceptor ship did a nosedive and crashed. Not a moment later, a slight bit of smoke rose, as well as the sights of a fire starting.

Looking down, Mynu said, “Two shots.” Then turned back adding, “You used two shots to take down an interceptor ship, and they both tore through the ship.” She knew cannons could do some bad damage to interceptors-- but that was ridiculous. Rah-Rah wasn’t kidding about her, Karth and Dejen making some strong guns.

Dejen gave a wide grin as he said. “Even better, they were Hunters.” then activate the radio as he asked. “Hey Rah-Rah, think we can scavenge materials out of their ship for ammo? Maybe see if any survivors are left, mostly to figure out what Hunter activity is like, yeah?”

To that, Rah-Rah told, “We probably lost the bullets from the shells, but it wouldn't hurt to look.” Then added, “And yes, scavenging it for parts is a good idea. But we should probably wait. We don’t know how dangerous it is to approach, or if there’s anything flammable enough to explode.”

“Beside wood.” said Dejen as he ordered to Debt. “take us by it, slowly. The airbags might set off an explosive reaction with the gas. That or the fuel for the propellers.” then lean back and asked to Debt. “How many Hunters think are alive?”

“Rough guess is 50, but I say maybe 20 alive with sand, a few might be wounded, critically injured, or stuck under debris.” then asked. “Did you made the order for fire a rough shot, or was it on purpose, Sir?”

To which Dejen told. “Mostly to see how the calibration work on the guns, wanted to see if we need to tinker.” then snort. “I knew they were off, I was hoping it hit the bridge.”

Mynu glanced down, watching as some of the fire had spread. “I don’t think you needed to hit the bridge. It looks like that part of the hull caved in and went through it.” Noting a strut sticking out the top. “It hit the ground hard…. I think I see someone crawling out.” Her tone as frank as always.

Hands rubbing together, Dejen look to Mercy as he said with a wide grin. “Let send the swarm Mercy,” then added. “Oh and maybe we should let Debt in on this when we land the ship?” to which Mercy gave a ‘dark chuckle’.

“Don’t worry my King...my children have been waiting to do this to the Hunters for a looong time now.”having a rather anticipated look on her face as the ship was making itself land on the sands some yards away from the burning wreckage. As the hatch opens for a few of the Hive to come out and staying in the air as they inspect the burning wreckage-- and maybe grab whoever tried to escape.

Dejen watch as Mercy said with a frown. “My children say that they are searching for any changeling survivors, any who are within the ship if they still live.”she however narrow her eyes as she told. “My new children recognize these Hunters. They’re the same one who attacked them. Can we kill them?”

Patting her head, Dejen told. “Not all. We need some alive for information.” as in the background, far in the wreckage of the ship a pony hunter crawls out from the bridge as she dramatically calls out to the sky itself.

“I LIVE!” laughing happily, then looks down to all the changeling as she dramatically cries out. “I’M DEAD!!!” and cries in mourning as the changeling snorted and told.

“Maybe not, if you’re going to answer truthfully, nymph killer.” spitting out in venom as the changeling demanded. “What the Hunters doing recently.”

“I don’t know! I’m just the pilot for the ship, I don’t know anything of their doing, just drive them where they point!” she told as they could easily tell she was being honest, even terrified as a changeling asked. She speaks the truth, what will we do Queen? they soon heard a response.

"Bring her alive on board, we might be lenient towards her. But ask if the Captain is alive."the changeling then asked.

“Is the Captain alive?” the pony shook her head and pointed back.

“He’s…” having a bit of green on her cheeks as the mare told. “He’s dead. Got spear by the...strut in the bridge.” a changeling, one of the newly entered drones told with a snort.

“Good. Hope he’s burning in Tartarus.” then another order.

“Alright, carry her back to the ship, we’re talking her alive.” two drones moved by her and grabbed her by her side as they lifted her up and back onto the Battleship.

Both could feel the sudden build of terror in her, and both had to just stomach her sudden fears and was no doubt thinking of all the horrible things to be done to her. Hatful of them? Not yet… but definitely scared.

AS she was carried in, a mechanical stomping could be heard as Rah-Rah, in her mech-suit, walked down and traveled through the sand. IT looked over the ship as she spoke, “Well… that’s a mess.” Continuing to hike to Dejen while saying, “Even if we wanted to repair it, I can tell it would have to get scrapped. Those shells did a bigger number on the hull than I thought.”

Resting on the shoulder of the mech-suit, he looked over and said. “Yeah, it was kinda what I was hoping for. One shot, multiple destruction. Then again, I can’t blame you being surprise, it’s kinda surprising to see one of the smaller guns took this down.” then rub his chin as he remarked. “I would have thought the main guns would do this damage, not the small ones.”

With a sigh, Rah-Rah said, “I’m glad we didn’t use the larger guns. Those have heavier payloads. It would have been overkill.” Then said, “But there’s one good thing. We have a fair idea of the damage we can do once we can calibrate the guns. Precision shots will downright sink or cripple most any ship.” Then laughed, “Probably going to be our ace when dealing with Maltar’s fleets.”

Chuckling in agreement, he said. “Yeah, even with the big guns causing massive holes for their ‘big guns’.” then glance to see a few changelings examine bodies, some taking some living while other just killed a Hunter or two. “Still, maybe I should calibrate all the small guns, just in case they won’t off-fire.”

“We’ll need targets.” Rah-Rah told from her mech. “But shell’s aren't cheap. We can’t do too many tests with them, we’ll waste our reserves. Unless we have a large stock, then better we just use them when we have to-- at least for now.” Then made he mech’s hand point. “For now? I’m going to Paul what I can out. If something happens, my suite should be able to protect me.”

Nodding, he got off as he said. “I’ll help with the changelings, see if any Hunters are alive, or near death.” then glance and added. “Or at least, see what I can gather.” then thought and asked. “So how much can we replenish our ammo by scrapping the metals on this hunker of mess? A few rounds at least?”

Sighing, Rah-Rah paused so she could answer. “I don’t know. There’s a few parts to a single shell, and we need the right ones to make it. So until I have what I can, maybe then I can tell you.” Then began stomping her way towards the ship to hopefully find something of use.

He nodded as he moved around, searching for potential survivors, mostly to let the changelings take, although there was a coughing sound. He moved by a horse, looking into the sky, before looking at Dejen and hiss in anger. “You,” then cough a bit of blood as his lower half was under some burnt wood. “I, I should've thought it was you. What are you doing back here? I thought you stay away from Arabia with that bounty on your head?”

Dejen shrug and told. “Eh, what can I say? This is home.” then asked. “How about you tell me a few things, like Hunter activity, eh?” the horse response was a bloody spit to the Striped face, as the horse laugh.

“Burn in...Tartarus...you filthy bug lover.” coughing a bit more before he let out his last breath. Dejen frown as he shakes his head, leaving the body there as he looks to a changeling dragging a cripple pony as he asked.

“How many survivors you located?” the changeling ignore the frantic pony screams, as did Dejen as the changeling told.

“15 so far, we’re being careful to find them, some of them are crippled so it's easy to get them without a fight.” then told to the pony. “Come on, let's take you to the ship, you’re going to answer a few questions.” wings buzzing as he carried the pony back to the ship as Dejen mused.

Wonder who’s going to interrogate? Mercy or Debt?

Sitting inside an emptied room, one of the crippled hunters sat and looked around almost frantically. The unicorn tried to breath and keep calm herself calm. The inhibitor on her horn did not help matters, nor the lack of feeling in her right hoof. It was temporarily in a sling, but knowing she lost part of her limb was disconcerting.

She recognized the Striped though-- she almost thought he was gnoll, but she knew reports. That was stripped and one that the hunters put on high priority. A distinct danger that even had a Gnoll under his employment. Plenty of changelings… and others. But he had vanished from Arabia for…. Almost a whole year. She wondered why he was back.

She wondered even more of who was coming to interrogate her. She heard the door opening and felt her heart hammer. Was it going to be a changeling? The gnoll male? Maybe some other horrible mercenary that-- “Hiya!” She blinked at the… large white cat that closed the door and seemed to prance her way up.

Sitting down, the cat looked to the mare with a bright, happy smile and opal eyes gleaming with cheer. “I’m Asha, it’s nice to meet you!” She said in a ever-so-happy tone. “You’re a unicorn, right? I rarely got to see unicorns. Your magics really neat.” Seeming to prattle this out absently. “So, what’s your name?”

The orange unicorn nearly blinked, looking at the white cat as she soon said. “My name is Mist, Mist Summers.” then tried to think of what this feline was. “What...are you? I almost expected the gnoll or bugs to interrogate me-- not you.”

Laughing, Asha told, “I’m not here to interrogate you, Misty.” Then told, “I’m here to just talk.” Then told, “I’m a Lion, by the way. Lioness. A white Mane from the United Islands?” Making sure the unicorn had a clear idea of her and her people. “I wouldn't be surprised if you don’t know a Whitemane, that’s normal. Maybe you’ve heard of Redmanes, Goldmanes and Brownmanes?” Then said to herself, “Or just Lions… ponies really think we’re all just Lions and that’s it.”

“Yeah, most ponies just generally think of Lions as one group. Although some think there a few like the ones you mention-- except for White manes. We never heard of White manes before.” then snort and asked. “So, why are you with the bugs and the Striped? Aren’t you too far from home?”

“I asked to come aboard.” She told simply, “I wanted to travel.” Then went on to say, “And White Manes are healers. Mystics some call us. People of growth, peace, prosperity, life and light.” Smiling at the end of all of that.

She took that in, as Mist soon asked. “Then mind answering on why you’re with a bunch of emotionvores, a cutthroat Striped, with a crew of mercenaries?”

Giggling, Asha said, “I told you, I’m traveling.” Then went on, “Traveling abroad to learn more!” Then gave the unicorn a glance… then to her leg. Her smiled softened and asked, “Susumu couldn’t help your leg, could he?”

The unicorn snort and told. “The fox said he could fix it, only if I let him stick needles in my foreleg. Mention something about ‘restoring senses’ into my leg.” then told in a grumbling tone. “How sticking a bunch of needles in my foreleg suppose to fix it from being crippled?”

“You’d be surprised on what can be done, if you’re willing to try to listen, and hear.” Asha told rather gently. “I know you’re scared.” She told. “I know you’re frightened. I know you felt the want to run at the idea of the Gnoll. I know you feel the want to cry at the idea of the changelings coming for you.” Then tilted her head, “Maybe regret for what you were told needed to be done? Angry at what had happened? Vengeful for what’s already been done?”

She stiffen some, looking at the lion, as she took a low breath and admit. “I’m angry we were caught unaware, I’m regretful that so many good ponies and friends died by that Striped.” then snort. “But I’m not regretful for putting down the bugs. They need to be put down, that way the Canterlot Invasion won’t happen again.”

“Even if it means murdering children?” Asha asked, not with a raised tone, not with an anger filled one. Just a soft, soothing one. “Does it really make you happy, that you’re killing little children that don’t even know why you’re killing them?”

A stern face on her expression as she told. “Unless they won’t grow up to be like the threat and monsters they are? I think it’s justified.”

Shaking her head, Asha said, “I’m not asking what they might become.” Then went on, “I’m asking what they are now.”

Frowning, she glance away...and said. “It was...odd that there were kids there. Normally there were full adults, like the one we put down in their little area. I didn’t expect some small brats to be there. Thought the bugs couldn’t repopulate itself.”

Shaking her head, Asha said, “They can’t. Those were children that hatched and never knew their mothers. Their Queen. They were just children that grew up with their elder siblings, who took care of them because they knew they needed them. Needed them to care for them. To provide them food. To give them shelter. Be protected by things that might hurt them.” Naming each off. “They are the only parents they had. The only protection they had.”

She slightly shifted in her place, she gave a glance to the lioness ...and took a low breath. “Yeah well...I may be fine with killing bugs...but killing little brats just because they were bugs? It didn’t...sit right with me. So I more or less toss them to the side for them to scurry off. Said to the captain I removed them. Just not what he thought I did.”

Smiling, Asha told, “And that’s why I’m speaking to you.” That same gentleness there. “White Manes, like myself… are different. We can see things others can't, feel what can not be felt, hear what so many forget to hear or see what many refuse to see.”

Sitting up in an oddly serenely regal manner, Asha told, “You have a good heart, Mist Summer. A vengeful, and confused heart, but you mean well. You want to protect your home. You want to help those you love. You wanted to fight with your friends for a better day.”

Shaking her head, Asha went on, “They might not remember, or might have not understood at the time… but I think those children are happy you let them live.” Then smiled, “They’re actually pretty cute and silly when you get to know them. They’re like little foals, really. Very curious, get into everything. Maybe try to steal a cookie or two from the jar.”

Giving a snort in her laugh, Mist said. “Yeah, I can imagine the brats doing that.” then look to the Lioness as the orange unicorn said. “How long till the gnoll comes to interrogate me? Or is it the Striped bastard this time?”

“It depends.” Asha shrugged. “How soon do you want them, and how much are you willing to tell them?” Then smiled, “You don’t have to tell me. I already know what I want to know.” Then went on with a gaze that seemed to just stare on through. “I can see the scars. The wails. The anguish. The blood and sweat used and the fire that kept you going.” Then paused. “This was the first time you watched your friends die… watched so many die in one, swift, motion.” Then looked away and asked herself, not the mare, “I wonder if they felt the same?”

Snorting in anger, she said. “How can I not feel like this? All of them...dying or dead within seconds.” looking away with gritted teeth and flat ears. “They were close friends, we hunted the bugs that step out of line. And yet...yet...that striped bastard just killed them with one blow. What right does he have to just do that? To kill so many and being in the right with the bugs? Doesn’t he know how dangerous they are?”

There was a… oddly small sound of amusement. At first the mare wanted to glare, but she heard Asha say softly, “You sound so much like Dejen and how he feels about Hunters that attack changelings.” Next to making the words on the mare’s tongue die. “He said something so similar to me, when I asked if I could talk to you all, not interrogate.”

“...what?” she said in slight...surprise. “He...he said those words? Exactly the way I said it?”

“Maybe not exactly.” Asha said, “But a lot were close, in a different order.” Then went on, “He said if I went in, they would shout… curse, maybe try to kill me because I was on a ship full of changelings. Helping them, healing them, talking and playing with them. Just because I was with changelings and a person that helped them.”

“Said the striped who destroy our ship and killed good friends with one hit.” bitterly said the mare.

“Remarks the mare that will kill an older changeling, if told to without reason.” Asha seemed to equally say in turn. “He will kill hunters for being hunters, because to him? You killed his friends without cause. You murdered people he cared for. You terrorize the young and will desecrate the Queens if given a chance.”

Asha stared at the quiet mare and said, “That… is what he feels. That, is why he’s so angry, and scared. That… is the same reason you fight the changelings.”

“Changelings are the same. They look the same. Feel the same way.” Mist try to justify, even if it felt hollow in her words, even her heart wasn’t up to it. As what she heard...slightly made her doubt.

“Then why didn’t you kill those children?” Asked Asha in a ever so innocent tone of curiosity.

Being quiet...Mist let out a low breath. “Because...those brats were too young. They didn’t grow up to be monsters...they didn’t even know what a monster was.”

Smiling, Asha gave a gentle nod. “You’re blinded by hate, but even now, you’re heart is trying to remind you. Not all heroes are seen as heros to everyone.” Then went on, “Ask yourself, are you a hero to everyone? Or only to the people that want you to kill the thing they say is a monster, and will always be a monster?”

Tching, she look away. Being silent as she jab back. “What about the Striped? Isn’t he a ‘hero’ to the changelings and see us as monsters? Considering the way he blew our ship, I say that's a given.”

Smiling, Asha chuckled, “I don’t need to tell you what you have already figured out.”

She was silent, thinking to herself as she asked. “Am I going to be sent to a city-- or be killed here without even a last request?”

Asha only gave a gentle smile and told, “That is not up to me.” Getting up and moving around to look the Unicorn from the side. The Lioness gave a gentle smile and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply… then, gave a low groan of a growl, a tingling feeling going through the mare’s orange coat.

Hairs stood on end, and unfamiliar magic touched her person-- before there was a rough, almost gripping sandpaper like lick to her injured foreleg. At first the mare wanted to scoot back, or would have, if there wasn’t a feeling of pins and needles going up her crippled limb. Asha gave a few more licks, before nosing the appendage, sending a new sensation of feeling, as if it was asleep, go through her.

With a smile, Asha backed up and said, “It’s Dejen’s choice of what to do. But if you want to survive? He would demand you answer him honestly.” Asha shook her head. “I would let you be. Live. I know what’s in your heart already. But he doesn't, to him… you’re just another monster to put down.” An odd feeling of being repeated hit the mare, even as Asha moved to the door and left out it, leaving her… in an empty room to her thoughts, and a slightly numb, but movable leg.

A monster, eh? Does he see us as monsters? Then again...with some Hunters killing those brats...Can’t really blame the Striped. Anyone would think someone a monster if they like killing kids. Or what other Hunters did. she frown a bit...as she had a bitter taste in her mouth, as she could easily...imagine some of the changelings that were killed or hurt by her friends...as actual ponies.

The images didn’t quell what mixture of emotions she felt, but at the very least, she could consider being honest with the Striped. Mostly because after that talk? She...could at least somewhat see the Striped actions abit. She didn’t like it, and probably will loathe him. But…

She did understand. Her ears flick, hearing the door as she was tense for a moment, seeing that Striped come in, having a chair as he sat down, looking at her as he held that grin.

“So, Mist. I honestly hope you decide to tell me the truth, because let's be honest...some of your pals didn’t took Asha words to heart.” then said. “I honestly hope you did, otherwise ...well, you may not like what may happen if you don’t tell the truth.” however Mist could see it. The look in his eyes over the grinning face. The utter anger just showing around the edge. The utter hatred within his eyes.

The satisfaction he would get in slowly torturing her if she even lied once.

That...that was the same look some of the hunters held. She could also see the utter fright of her face within his eyes. Just like the changelings did. With a deep shaky breath, she spoke. “I...I’ll talk.” he clap his hands as he said.

“Wonderful!” then asked as with his smile, did his fangs showed. “Now...tell me everything of what the Hunters been doing for the last near year?”

As the Innovation was making it’s steady way to Ramada, Dejen shuffled his deck as he thought over the recent information he learned. 15. 15 Hunters survived. Each with the bare exception of two...told me the truth. Nearly the same thing. Hunter activity is somewhat limited with the protection act for Shima Colony. Ramada became a anti-Hunter city, with changelings coming to the safe haven.

Not to mention reports of Ramada grow big, increase of trade, conditions and growth of the city. Bit of Colony hills spreading. then chuckle in amusement. And a few reports of a couple of scouts of Hunters attempting to take a shiftling alone to study, with a colony full of piss off swarming to grab them. And didn’t leave Harsho guards to take the leftovers.

As the battleship was coming closer to the city in terms of sighting, Dejen did muse over. Although if I had to guess, only a few guards could take the Hunters that were close enough, those that were too far away? Never be seen again ...although...I admittedly hope that any changelings in the city...will join us. But that’s far fetch of a hope. He glance up as he heard Debt told.

“Sir...we’re back.”

Leaning up to look out, Dejen had to truly blink. Ramanda had grown. So much so that only the center looked familiar, the outer edges having gained more housing, another patchwork of walls-- and most impressively? There were what looked to be actual large-scale farms. And form the appearance alone? There were spires of sand-stone mounds. All of different heights and sizes, but they were all over the place. Most even seemed to move-- no doubt covered in shiftlings that moved in and out of them.

The city was experiencing a time of growth, and apparently prosperity. And the Shiftlings were taking full advantage of the growing city. The more prosperous Ramada got, the more people and food they had, which gave more shiftlings, which later help make the city prosper even further.

“I see they built the little hide away we used to have.” said Dejen as he remarked. “Wonder if Shima is using that for whatever changeling coming here?” Windy look over the glass as she said.

“Master, are we going to visit Shima and Harsho.” although Mercy was the first to say.

“I’m visiting Shima, I do have news of Katty after all.”then the Queen said to the two. “Later~.”walking off as Debt told.

“I’ll be parking us to the dry-docks, Sir.” Dejen chuckle as he then activate the radio.

“Alright everyone, this is Ramada, former home of the Scars. Go out, enjoy the view-- and don’t mind the Shiftlings, they’re curious little bunch.”

The response Mercy got as soon as she had touched the ground was instant, All the nearby shiftlings that were crawling about had all but homed on and began to get a quick sniff in. All gave a chattering sound, staring and seeming to have a moment of recognition. One even saying, “Scion recognizes you.” Antennae twitching with anticipation. “Mercy.”

Smiling, the faux unicorn said. “That's right. Be a good shiflting and please direct me to where Shima is? I have some news for her she might like.”

Like some personal guard, the shiftlings moved and stuck close to her, though a few would wander off-- only to get replaced by more. The sight was almost surreal to Mercy, but looking around she could tell that despite the attention-- not many paid too much mind. Apparently besides a few curious onlookers… the shiftings were now a common sight.

Business, went on normally. If anything, people ignored the very busy and far traveling shiftlings. As if they were ant’s going about their business and hardly needed to be bothered to be watched. In some twist of humor.

Although I do wonder about the changelings, if there are many here...would they wish to become my new children? the thought was concerning, mostly for various reasons. One was to help the changelings feel complete, part of a Hive, be able to have a Queen again. And the other was a bit more selfish, as since of...the news with Dejen sterility, she needs to have more children, even if they’re Gypsies, she would take them in.

She needed to fill that empty void of not having children with her Striped somehow.

Heading for what looked to be a small mound, Mercy easily figured that this was their way in. And once they did descend, Mercy felt a feeling of deja vu of being in the dark, and later pitched-black tunnels. The only thing she had directing her were the many shiftlings, keeping close to her body and giving her a means of navigation.

The walk was long… and noisy. So many shiftlings moved about the tunnels, even quite a few moved past while sniffing her-- once again in all sorts of positions. Some awkward. But otherwise did so just to avoid running into her-- or their many, many siblings.

However long it took, light slowly began to reach her eyes. And eventually, the Queen long disposed of her disguise, looked into the new cavern. A huge and expansive one with silk, Weavers, Winged, Aggressors… there were a few Gatherers hanging around literally near the ceilings with gasters full of liquids. And of course, brood. Many, many young shiftling filled the cavern, and quite a few changeling drones were around helping tend to them all.

But the real crowning thing was the sight of a single winged shiftling that was taller than the others, once more a playground for many smaller ones, and a mare near her while cradling a small babe in a silken blanket.

Poppy look to the baby, cooing at her, as she look to Shima-- before her eyes widen to see someone she never expected. “Mercy!?” gathering a few drones looking near surprised as Poppy looked up and said with a pout. “You didn’t mention it was Mercy! I thought it was Harsho!”

Mercy giggle as the Queen said in amusement. “To be fair, Shima said ‘a’ guest. Never who.”then said to Shima in a sing along tone. “I got some news about Katty~.”

This time, the shiftling heads did turn-- like one single body, their heads turned, only a few not doing so just to keep an eye on the young they were assigned. Shima was just as fast, looking to Mercy and smiling, “What kind?” Then went on saying, “We didn’t notice her scent on you, so, what’s going on? How is she and Herbal doing?”

Giggling, Mercy came near and sat on her haunches as she told. “First off? They’re doing fine, as far as I know.”not giving Shima a chance to ask as he continued. “But initially? She, Herbal, their kids, and a ‘son-in-law’, aka one of my breeder kids, are making that Colony. But what took us by surprise? Apparently Katty didn’t have eggs to ovulate in her, and before they grew, she and Herbal went into a lot of seasons. Then after a bit of metamorphosis for a week, she’s a hybrid shiftling with thestral in her. Now her and Herbal are banging a lot with at least a hundred girls by now, maybe more with Disy helping.”

Blinking, Shima asked as if to clear up, “Metamorphosis?” Then seemed to think for a moment, “That… I didn’t know. That can happen?” Sounding plenty surprised. “I knew Breeders can breeds with others, last I remembered, but… hybrid?”

Shrugging, Mercy explained. “From what Asha and Herbal explained? While Breeders could breed with other's, if they don’t have eggs to ovulate, and they got plenty of seed in them from sex seasons? They just sorta change to a hybrid with whoever their partner are. Even able to have new things, like actually eating food. Katty also has some thestral traits in her, like eating meat more, nocturnal, sonary, even more aggressive and predatory like with longer fangs.”

Then added in amusement. “I also think it what their kids inherit too, and let me tell you Shima. If you thought Katty was a cuddle bug with Herbal back then? Ohohoho now she’s a lot more downright possessive. Like an actual thestral mare is for their stud.”

Blinking to this, Shima admitted, “I’m actually surprised. This… this is new, and big.” Then shook her head, “Great. Now I might have to ask one of those local researchers to come down in a week and help figure this out.” Then thought on it and grimaced. “Maybe not yet. If breeders do sort of become new… hybrids… maybe that’s something for… much later. Way later.”

Blinking, Shima said, “Oh, right.” Then smiled, “Mercy, I want you to meet my daughter.” Motioning her head to Poppy. “It was a… interesting six months with a impregnated mare not going through the normal pregnancy things, but… we'll, just take a look.”

Poppy giggle, gently nuzzling the shiftling baby as Mercy saw, and coo. She looks so much like Shima. It was utterly adorable. “She’s so adorable.” having a smile on her face, before she realize something and added. “Oh right, I almost forgot to warn you, when the breeders do become hybrids and metamorphosis? They make a sort of shell with their body, be sleeping a lot more, sluggish, and after they break out with slime out them? They're going to be hungry. A lot. Like 8 plates worthful of food.”

Thinking of that, Shima said, “Now that… sounds more like what happens when Workers become new cast types.” More than familiar with this. “It’s like a molting for them, in a way.” Then pause to soon ask, “So… what about you, how’s you and the new ‘King’ doing with… your…” Slowing up as she already felt the sorrow. “Mercy, what happened. We can see Dejen, he’s fine and--” Then paused and said, “Oh… is he..?”

“Sterile.” was all Mercy said with a sigh. “It...it came as a shock to him. It happened a long time ago before I came...we’re getting over it but...even though I’m fine and fertile...Dejen…”giving another sigh of sadness.

Sighing, Shima said, “I’m sorry to hear that.” Gently holding a good number of her other daughters. They too, she knew, were sterile. But in a sense, what Dejen was going through was so much different. “I would ask if you wanted a breeder, but.. I think I already know you’re not taking donors anymore. So… sorry I can’t help.”

Nodding, she soon said. “Which is why I’m doing something else. I’m trying to let Gypsy Hives as part of my own. It's a bit...selfish of me, I’ll admit. But...at least I’m giving them a Queen they need and a place of safety. ” Looking around to a few drones as she look to Shima with a smile. “It's good to see changelings safe here...even more them adapting with your Colony.”

“A few even joined it.” The mere mentioning of this got Mercy’s full attention, as Shima said, “It’s not easy. But I can bridge other’s to the Colony-- Poppy is bridged, but her connections not as strong. She’s not physically made for it.” Then went on, “The few changelings? They connected much easily.” Then went on, “But…. well, let’s just say that changeling swarm-mind is a bit more high-demand than a Shiftling one. They complain it gets too loud at times.”

“We just don’t know how you all can hear anything with so much noise!” One changeling told from his position, but not shout so loud to startle the young. “It’s never quiet, even when we sleep!”

Laughing, Shima said, “They complain. But they love it too.” Then thought and said, “We have more changelings, gypsies that have come and are still unsure.” Then bit her lip to add, “We also have a Queen, one that had a small hive.”

Waving a hoof, she assured. “It's fine Shima, no need to feel guilty. I sorta am glad a Queen found refuge here. Not easy for us Queens with Hunters around.”but frown and admitted. “But...it will make things difficult for me in terms of persuading the gypsies Hive to come into my Hive, when there's a Queen already here. Some might already joined her Swarm mind, or join yours.”

Shaking her head, Shima said, “The new Queen is a bit… unsure about this place. We found her running from hunters with her remaining changelings. We snuck her in barely a month ago.” Then went on, “And the hives are… well, not all of them are sure they want to join my Colony. Rules are, well, as you know, very different. No Queen ordering them. They have to act as one part of a large body.”

She laughed, “They aren't too thrilled with the idea.” Then said somberly, “They want a Queen, but.. This new Queen, she’s young Mercy. Younger than me or you.”

She thought...and said with a frown. “Her mother must of made her run with what remains of her Hive. Any Queen who sent a young out is either cruel ...or is giving her daughter a chance to run from a Hunter invasion on the Hive. It might as well be the later, as I doubt any elder Queen would do that with Hunters around.”

“I’ve been keeping her safe, assuring her everything’s fine.” Shima told, “But she’s… she’s honestly scared. More than she would want to admit. She’s… intimidated by how big the Colony is, and even more scared it acts on it’s own, that I don’t control them.” She thought onto add, “And like I said… she’s young. I think the Gypsy hives don’t entirely trust her ability to lead yet.”

Nodding, Mercy said. “I think the reason she was scared of the Colony is because like you mention, you don’t control them and it acts on it’s own. That’s abnormal and terrifying for a Hive. Its suppose to be control, collective, have a bit of order. Not the chaotic and never ending work the Colony is as a community. She also scared because if I’m understanding right, this is her first time actually leading, meaning...she wasn’t fully trained to be a Queen.”

Taking a breath and said. “Most who become Queens take years of training, to hone the Swarm-mind, to learn how to be a leader and transfer emotions. If she is like this...I say her training wasn’t complete. She probably hasn’t seduce a male even if she’s younger than you.”she thought a bit and soon asked. “Do the Gypsies have a place they hang around. While I don’t wish to dash on the young Queen chance on leading...this is also admittedly a perfect chance for me to have more children in a sense.”

Nodding, Shima said, “We have decided to make separate chambers for each Hive. Let them sort themselves out however they like. But so far they’re keeping to their chambers, I can ask a daughter to show you the way, the halls for them are more well lit because, well… you know.” Moving her attention to make a point.

Then went on, “And no, we hadn't seen her seduce a male. Not a single one, she’s too nervous to head to the surface-- even with us around to protect her in disguise.”

Wincing, Mercy said. “Oooh that's bad. If she’s nervous and doesn’t have confidence? It means to other changelings her leadership is shaky. I’m sure her remaining Hive are with her out of loyalty to the remains of their former Queen, doing their best to help her the best they can. But it also means that it might take a few years for her to grow and handle how to be a Queen.” Although she raised her hoof as she asked. “Can you make sure she doesn’t notice me? No offense Shima but...if it's that bad and she sees me, a fully grown, trained Queen? She’ll latch on me for guidance and to finish her training.”

“Is that really a problem?” Asked Shima, “Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m willing to help her, we are willing to protect her.” But then told, “But I can’t help her too much, I don’t know how to actually help her learn to be a Queen. She’s scared and confused, and we’re not sure how to react. It’s…. It’s not shifting in thinking.”

Sighing, Mercy explain. “It's more for her safety than anything. We’re going to be doing a lot of traveling, and while I would take her in and finish her training? Its already dangerous with me being around and not hunker down-- there would be a lot of gold to exploit if she was found with me. She would probably buy an entire fleet with how rare she is.”

Shima became alarmed at this news, but part of her flattened her ears and felt her antennae flicker. Even her many shiftlings moved in slight agitation, and the changeling looked to her with some concerns. Sighing, Shima said, “We can protect her. But like I said Mercy, I’m not sure if we can teach her. She hasn’t told me her age yet. But I have a good idea of how old she might really be.”

“How?” asked the changeling, she had an idea she was very young, around 12 maybe.

Thinking, Shima admitted, “We’re thinking maybe 10.” Then thought a bit more, “I’m almost thinking 8. She looks about 13, but we can tell she has more actions of a faol of 8. I think she’s using the appearance of a teenager to try and hide it though.” Then rolled her eyes, “Or she’s just childish. But I doubt it.”

Grimace on her expression, Mercy thought that over. Possibly 8? Ooooh she just started. Even more, I think it...it might be best if she did latch on me. Queens of her age shouldn’t be away from the Hive, even outside until 15 at least. with a deep breath, Mercy soon said. “I may have to take her under my wing then. If she is 8? She just began her training. That is never good. Especially with her not use to the Swarm mind.” Then asked.

“Can you please guide me to each Hive? I might be able to take maybe all if they haven’t join you, Shima. We have much space for new children, even able to reach 2000 with our new ship.”

With a relieved breath, Shima said, “That’s good. You have more than enough space if they all decided to come with.” Then went on, “They all number about five hundred, not including the ones under the Colony or thinking it over. Those are more to the few hundred, but as I said, not counting them.”

Nodding, she said with a raise hoof. “But before you send someone to lead me?”having a rather sheepish look. “I was hoping...if you would lend love. Any you could spare. We have the pure love you gave us but...it’s draining, mostly because we had to stretch it for nearly a year, and with hungry nymphs around. It’s getting a bit tricky to stretch it, especially when they need it to grow.”

With no lack of shock, Shima asked, “It’s lasted that long?” Then shook her head, “We… we shiftlings must need more than you do. That supply was supposed to last you only three months, four if stretched by your numbers. But nearly a year?”

Laughing a bit, Mercy said in amusement. “Oh Shima. We’re changelings. We make it last long. Even more with my King love. I told you that the more pure love, the more it fills us. The purity your Gatherers squeezed filled a changeling a lot more than you think.” Although she couldn’t help but joke. “I guess Shiftlings are more ravenous eaters than changelings are. Then again, we do get half the benefits in positive emotions, so it makes sense we make our food last long.”

With a huff of amusement, Shima jokes, “Looks like you changelings get another point advantage that shiftlings don’t. Less food costs.” Then shook her head and told, “If you have the space? We’ll give you as much as we can. You’re going to need it for however many changelings will join you-- especially hungry little mouths.”

Nodding with a smile, she got on her hooves, as she said. “Just deliver everything you’re able to give to the big metal tube that just got in the dry docks. You won’t miss it.” Then ask in an amusing manner. “Now my guide to fellow changelings to join my Hive?”

Mercy felt a claw tapping her, making her turn her head to a Winged this time, smiling and looking ready to lead. Though before they did, Shima said, “Mercy.” Having the Queen pause for a moment. “Be careful, alright?” Then smiled, “I don’t want to lose one of my friends just yet.”

Giving a smile, Mercy shook her head and said, “As long as I’m near my Striped? I’m probably in the near safest place I could be.” Turning to trot off as while she did, Poppy said in a rather sad tone.

“Its...honestly sad to hear Mercy and Dejen can’t have kids, Shima.”

With an agreeing nod, Shima said, “It is.” Then smiled and glanced to Poppy, “But, she can still adopt.” Then went on, “I hope I’m right about that young Queen though. I know she acts tough and brave, but she really does feel like a child.” Then smiled, “Maybe even if Mercy never has more babies… maybe she can raise a daughter that can take up that responsibility for her.” She sort of hopped for that. She could raise a Scion-- but not a Queen.

The dim lighting was all that could be given for light form the crystals, and for those watching, it was the best they could ask for. But at times, the changeling wished that they would just black out, maybe for a moment. “And you must see that, I as the Queen will… will.” All watched as the slightly taller Queen stumble on her words, trying to think and recall.

“Will Lead the hive.” One of the very few drones told slowly in reminding.

“R-right. Will lead the hive t-to a better direction and…” She paused again in thought, and before being corrected, stubbled out, “A-and make a deeper cavern to hide in!” Causing a few to face-hoof. “And, and, uh…” She spoke, trying to correct her mistake.

This allows Mercy to allow her horn to glow with her words over the young Queen head. “And I will bring you into my bosom, feeding you what Love I can give, for the Queen is the center of the Hive, and the Hive is the Queen's eyes and ears,” Walking out of the darkness as the young Queen gasp, turns and back away with a near shock and uncertainty as Mercy noticed she was intimidated by her though, as she finished up as they all saw her form,“And I as the Queen, will lead the Hive unto a new direction, a direction where we shall live in prosperity as long as you follow the path I will lead, for the good of the Hive, is the Queen will.”

Seeing the group..pitifully small, 6 changelings as she looked to the young Queen. Mercy gave a gentle smile and said. “Don’t be afraid, my name is Mercy. A Queen and old friend of Shima. She mention your former Queen daughter, and I wish to see her.” Then added with a glance to the Queen. “The true her with her name being given. After all, one Queen who introduced herself, must know the name of the other Queen. Or Queen in training that is.”

Blinking, the younger of the two spoke, “Alibi, I’m Ali--” Glancing to see one of her own trying to make hoof motions, Alibi corrected in a rush, “I-I mean, I am Queen Alibi. The acuan… acuan...acu….” The others shook their heads and giving silent groans.

“Acquaintance.” Corrected Mercy as she told to Alibi. “The correct term is, Queen Alibi, acquaintance of Scion Shima of the Colony within Ramada.” Then stop as she sat on her haunches and soon look over them over as she went on. “You may look of 13 Alibi...but please, try to drop the teenage look, I can already feel you shifting to look older, even taller too.”then added to them all. “I am going to be taking Alibi in to help properly teach her as my new daughter-- as you all will be my new children if you wish...but I have a rather good feeling that you wish to join into my Hive, correct?”

They all shifted to that. They didn’t say it, but it didn’t need to be said. They actually did want to join. The action made Alibi look uncomfortable, and soon change back to her normal from. Though Mercy felt herself tense. Shima, was wrong. Not completely worn in thinking she was young, but for her this Queen look younger-- way too young. What Shima guessed was 8, what she saw was 6. And she looked wholly uncomfortable and frightened of how to react.

And to think… the drones around were trying to teach this… nymph on how to be a Queen, at such a young age?

Oh...I am glad I am taking her and these few within my Hive. thought Mercy as she soon asked one of the drones. “Does she know how to give in her control of her Swarm Mind?”

Shifting to that, one said with a lowered head, “We’re… trying to help her figure out how to use it.” Scuffing a hoof to the ground and going on to admit, “We’re… having trouble.”

Giving a gentle sigh, Mercy told. “The reason you have trouble, is because this would be the time her...mother, would let her daughter join in hers, see how the Swarm mind works and get used to it.”then motioned a hoof and held a gentle smile. “Come close to me Alibi, come close to your new mother with your horn up. I will help you.”

There was an odd sensation in Mercy when she watched that young Queen give a small sound, head down and just slightly backing. The other Changings obviously shifted on their hooves. Split between trying to comfort, or maybe push the young changeling to the elder queen for her own good. They were conflicted, and in slight disarray.

Patient Mercy. thought the Queen as she let her words be before Alibi and below to let her see. “I know you missed her dearly, I know you missed her so much. I understand how scared you are, how terrified. But I promise to do my best to take care of you, to raise you as my own, to help you learn how to be a good Queen. I may not have the spot you held for her in your heart...but I can try my best to care for you and love you as my own child.”

Slowly, Alibi looked up to Mercy, and her eyes brimmed with fear. She looked so scared at that moment, even hesitant while taking slow steps forward. It looked like she wanted to run and hide. In a way, this was what she should have been doing, running and hiding under her mother.

It sent a painful pang through Mercy at the sight. It shouldn’t have been like this, but there Alibi was, fearfully stepping up and trying to be as brave as possible to walk up. Horn up and all, but she was scared, possibly apprehensive of the first connection to be made.

As her own horn gently move down to touch the tip, she saw everything back to three years. Everything was peaceful...but after that, when the Hunters first banded and attack Alibi’s Hive, she saw her mother defending it, a whole group of 80 changelings defending Alibi for two whole years. Slowly diminishing by death with attacks and strikes ...until these 6 drones took her here.

To be safe, protected…

Alibi was only 3 when her Hive got it.

As the connection was made, Alibi was part of the Hive, as there were many surprised and voices ringing. Who’s this? A Queen? So young? Mercy saw the young Queen flinches, ears pinned back as Alibi curls on herself as Mercy spoke a single strong command.

"Quiet." Gently moving a hoof around Alibi to push her close to the Queen chest as Mercy laid down by her, curling around the newest daughter as Mercy said in the Swarm mind. "Don’t overtax the poor dear. She’s been through alot, she’s only a foal after all. One at a time for now until she is used to the Swarm mind." Gently nuzzling Alibi head and notice she was trembling, but moved and cuddle closer out of need to Mercy as the elder Queen gently lap at Alibi mane.

There was a slight ripple, a quiet one compared to the many other voices. So many…. Too many… The little voice sounded so scared to them, and very much unsure. It almost felt like a small fleeting thought, compared to the much more refined and defined minds that made up the Swarm. ...I’m scared...

"You don’t have to be scared, sweet Alibi. Not any more. I’m here now." Gently coax Mercy as she motioned the 6 changelings to come near her and enter in her Swarm mind to help aid in comforting Alibi. “She is getting use to the Swarm mind, she is overwhelmed. I am doing my best to ease her fears.” Gently licking the foal mane and face, trying to ease Alibi fears and worries as to help her overcome the Swarm mind.

The six gave slow nods, with one female saying, “We’re sorry this happened.” Seeming to feel the need to apologize to the Queen. “We tried our best, but…” Trying to find something to say, but not sure what to say. “We… we did everything we could think of, we….” Then sighed out with a groan, “We weren’t up for this in the least…”

A smile on Mercy face as she told. “All is forgiven. It is admirable that you kept her safe for so long. Kept her in hiding the best you could.” Then said in a simple tone as she nuzzle Alibi. “sometimes, the best way to help is to give comfort. She still feels the loss of her mother.” Then said to the six. “Now, come join my Swarm mind, my new children.”

There was very little reluctance from them. The sight of their… sort-of Queen being under that of this new one seemed to clear them up on what to do, and where quick to line their horns up, all ready for the link to be made. The droplet like feeling of new members joining caught the attention of all, though for the six they focused on the single mind of their former charge.

We are here, Alibi. One tried to assure. We’re here, like always.

One of the females asked, Do you want to see a flower? making a gentle image slightly echo through them all, a particularly pretty looking orange one. That’s neat, isn’t it? She weakly asked, trying to help coax the frightened child.

leave her alone. Another gently told. I know that feeling, and position. She wants to be alone for a bit… Though sounding a bit unsure if that should be done. Their shared confusion was pliable to feel for all. The original 6 were apparently nearly at the end of their rope as to what to do.

Mercy gave a gentle sigh, and told in the Swarm mind. "Allow me my children." Humming of a gentle lullaby came within the Swarm mind, as Mercy gently cradle Alibi in both the Swarm mind, and in her forelegs as she sang the words within the Swarm mind.Come my child. Already noticing Alibi was getting drowsy, calming as she was becoming to fall into her slumber as Mercy kept singing that gentle tune to the foal.

As when Alibi was soon asleep, Mercy said to her new six children. "The best way to ease a frightened foal, is to sing them a lullaby." Then slowly got on her hooves as she let Alibi on her back as one said somberly.

I wish...Mayla was still here. She was always good with Alibi...taking care of her. Mercy gently prod the memory, noticing it was a changeling drone, a motherly figure that was close to the former Queen, and was a child of the Queen before her as Mercy said.

"My sympathy, she must of been a great drone." already seeing her dead in the flames as she passed Alibi off when the numbers came to 12. "I may not...ever be her mother, or Mayla...but I promise. I’ll do what I can to raise her as mine." she then said with a smile. “Now come along you six. We must gather more changelings among these Hives to join with us.” Already feeling some hope raise with gathering more children.

Dejen laughed hard as he slammed his hand on the table, hollering as Harsho laugh too. The two were in Harsho garden as the two were going over the last few months as after a bit of sudden news of Dejen little problem, Harsho decided to lighten the Striped up with news of Arabia and it’s Hunters. And Dejen was laughing like a madman. The horse calm down as he said. “I-I told them that if they want, I could bring you back from hiding!” then laugh as he said.

“The horses were scared shitless!” Dejen laugh as he calmed some, then shook his head as he told.

“Man, Harsho...that's amazing.” then asked as he leaned on the table. “So, how the concubines?” getting Harsho to smile as he said.

“One of them has an heir, the other's will be my other children to raise.” Dejen grin wider.

“Congrats, guess you could still get kids at your age.” Harsho chuckle in slight amusement to Dejen words.

“Yes, I have been blessed much.” then raise his brows in amusement to Dejen as he said. “Just as you have been blessed with a big ship.”

Dejen chuckle as he admit. “Lets more of bless and more of luck.” then sighed as he asked. “How much of my head is worth Harsho?” seeing the wince he tried to hide, Dejen knew it was big as Debt confirmed him. And while the Hunters glance over him with the thoughts he never come back…

Harsho gave a deep sigh as his head hung a bit ...then said with anxiety. “5 million shekels.” getting Dejen to drop his mouth as the horse added. “Alive.”

Alive? He wants me alive for that much? I knew he would put a bounty on my head when I came and make it alive--- but 5 million shekels?! Taking a breath...he soon asked. “When did this happen?”

“When you left Abbasa.” said Harsho in a simple tone. “He knew you ran, and knew you weren’t coming back to Arabia...but he knew you would arrive one day. So he sent your head around Arabia. Knowing you would return one day.” then sighed and said. “The plus side? He mostly ignore Ramada, and is more focus on you.”

“Oh joy.” sarcastically said Dejen, then sighed and asked. “Is that guy still alive? You know the one who owed me big and said he’ll do anything he can for me?” Harsho thought and nodded.

“Yes, he's’ in another city, but he’s alive and well. Been waiting on that favor though.” Dejen grin and said.

“Good. Because I’m calling it very soon.” then soon asked. “So, what else happened in Arabia?”

So this is what being near Shiftlings is like. Mynu gave glances about and took in the sights of… thousands of the bugs that moved among the masses. She would admit that seeing so many live in utter harmony with the chaotic order that were the Arabia streets was a sight in itself. In a way they seemed to fit right in, going wherever they pleased and not following any one plan. Just roaming about and doing seemingly random jobs.

She wanted to follow the Twins, though Mynu had long since lost track of them. The two were still swift as ever, even with the thick crowds. If anything, they had taken a curiosity in with the Shiftlings, Asha having vanished with them Probably saying hi. Thought Mynu with a roll of her eyes.

For now she stuck to the side of what could only be described as her guide. While Mynu was self confident, she felt that having someone that knew the lay of the land was better than aimlessly wandering around. That was where Debt came in, and helped her know where to go. While he had his own plans-- her’s and his seemed to match up. In simple fact, they were going to see a smithy that Debt told her made some well crafted weapons.

Something that Mynu felt the need to look into. Maybe get some more arrows or a spare bow. A few of her arrows did break and get bent during her practice, so she hoped this shop had something good in it. (end)

Debt walk close by Mynu as he kept an eye around, as old habits cropped up while being back in Arabia. The bustling crowds, the constant chaos and moving around, it all came back to the gnoll as he gave a slight push backs to horses that might get too close. He gave simple comments to Mynu. “Always keep someone close to push other's, sometimes thieves like to join in crowds to nick off what money you got.” making a turn with Mynu as he added.

“Not Shiftling though, they can be allowed to be close, mostly with them lacking any care to steal, mostly come close out of curiosity or simply move around us.”

Mynu nodded some to that. She had met more than just a few when she got off the ship-- nearly swarming her before just up and leaving. Though while she glanced about, she said, “Pretty clean, for a city.” Which was surprising. Some cities usually got a little dirty, or had trash about. But the streets almost seemed overly clean. Which was strange to say the least.

“Shiftling doing.” told Debt simply. “They like to clean up, constantly working, doing chores, pretty sure they remove any infestation here to keep goods untouched.” then told on. “If any trash is left, drones clean it up, do a request by a citizen.” then snorted. “Some gotten use to Shiftlings, become slightly lazy with them doing work for them now and then.”

The thought made Mynu roll her eyes at the thought. But she could see why the city was prospering so much if there was a free-of-charge workforce constantly doing some task every hour of the day. Made her wonder what the downsides were of keeping Shiftlings around. But, waiving that thought off, she asked, “Dejen said this was a anti-Hunter city. Said the… Sultan?” Making sure she had the term right. “That he was having troubles with them.”

“Correct,” nodding the gnoll as he explained. “Before the Shiftlings actually came, Hunters used to enter the city to attempt to find us, unlike those in the Holds being regulated by laws? The only laws they had to worry about was what each Sultan law were in each city. Anything else was free game.” then told in an annoyed manner. “And most Hunters here are lacking care for both decency or respect of people since they did more than chase a potential changeling. They caused property damage in the chase, goods ruin, even a couple break ins.”

“Harsho didn’t like and I quote, ‘Vermin who think they can break things and think they are above the laws to get away with it’.”

Shaking her head, Mynu said, “Half of those things can result in harsh or stern punishments in the Holds.” Thinking of the sheer repercussions of such disorder. Herno’s would've been even more pissed off if a hunter or two did something similar in their Villages.

Letting out a breath, Mynu asked, “Do you know what the Boss’s plan is for our stay?” She admittedly didn’t know how long they would be around. Only this was a stop for them before moving on.

“My guess?” said the gnoll as he used the end of his halberd to push a horse back as he went on. “He’s finding out from Harsho the goings of Arabia, much can change within a year. He needs to see if any of his old contacts are alive, or worked for other people. Even see if someone he knows for his plans is living too.” he then went on saying. “I think what he’s planning to do mostly? Stay away from Abbassa until he thinks we’re ready.”

Then added. “I mention someone's name Dejeen, Dejeen rules that city of Trade...and I have a hazard guess he created a bounty on Sir head for alive.”

Nodding some to this, Mynu could only figure that things would get nasty once this other Ruler hear that Dejen was finally back. And depending on the bounty, they could be looking at all sorts of Mercenaries, both inexplicably stupid and experienced skilled with great competence.

All the more reason to get extra and spare arrows. She might need them sooner than she thought. “You’re familiar with Arabia. What sort of mercenary threats should we expect here?” She doubted they would be much like those in the Holds. All of which were very direct fighters, even strong-arm sorts that could crush skulls with their arms or legs.

Taking a turn on a corner, Debt gave a rather annoyed sound as he said. “What wouldn’t we expect? We’ll be fighting a few horses, assassins who will use long attempt approach, sometimes bringing a smile before you being innocent like until they poison your drink. Some will use hit and run attacks with ships, others will simply track us, or if they’re lucky? See us in the city and plan the best way to get Sir, while staying within the laws of the Sultan.”

Then a bit of bite went out of the gnoll as he added. “And let's not forget the Clans either. They’ll be the most troublesome.”

Thinking on that thought some and running it through her mind, Mynu nodded. “Agreed. They’re greater in numbers. Strong. Have a headship, and plenty of weapons and possibly armies. They are the bigger threat to the Mercenaries.” It was a good thing they had the ship for that though. Even with an army coming after them, the large battleship under their control would be a huge threat to take on.

Though Rah-Rah had said more than once they needed to watch their ammunitions. There was apparently only so much, and they needed to make more still. Most of the money did sink into making the ship, and what money they had left was going to be used to make sure it kept in good order. Even supply food when able. But the ammunition? That was something Rah-Rah had to handcraft with materials. Black Powder being the only ingredient she could get in large quantities, though expensive.

Debt gave a simple nod, as he made another turn before telling. “We’re here.” seeing a smithy shop ahead as he opened the door for Mynu to enter in, as when she did enter in, he walked in behind her as they saw a rather plain shop. A sound of a hammer hitting on metal as Debt told. “Furma, get out you got customers.” there was a stop as a horse trot out and said with a smile.

“Debt! Good to see you are alive,” then asked in amusement as he saw Mynu. “Finally decide to date, eh?” Debt snort as he moved around Mynu and told.

“Just here for you to see my halberd.” then raise his weapon as the horse hum, looking it over and tched.

“No problems, I would have thought you would have dulled it by now.” Debt gave a low snort as he told.

“Barely used it.” then lower the weapon as he spoke. “Do you still sell the powder for cannons?” getting the horse to glance around as he said.

“Yes ...why?”

“Three barrels worth.” the horse splutter and said.

“What are you planning to use three barrels worth of gunpowder for!?” (done)

Shrugging, Mynu told, “We’re just the delivery people placing the order. We’re not the ones using it.” Though added to Debt, “But I thought Rah-Rah wants as many as eight if she could.” Then proceeded to ask, “Or would that be too expensive here?” (End)

“Too expensive to get eight from one shop. Better to get different numbers from different smiths here.” told Debt as the horse snort.

“Sometimes you’re too smart for a bodyguard, Debt.” then ask. “Do you have any shekels left to pay for the orders and whatever your canine friend wants?” to which Debt told in simplicity.

“Put it on my tab.” getting the horse to groan and said.

“Why did I allow you to have a tab here?”

“Because I’m the only one who even bothers to come here.” said Debt in a simple manner. “The only other's are guards from Harsho, and they rarely got much to do with Shiftlings around.” seeing the horse grumble as he said to Mynu. “I will be waiting over there.” moving away to the side as the horse snort and said to the d-dog.

“Sometimes, I wonder if Debt just pretends to be the stupid bodyguard with how crafty he is at times.”

Mynu raised a brow but didn’t comment. Instead she reached back and twirled out an arrow and held it before the smith. “I need Arrowheads. Similar to this design if possible. About a hundred. Any in stock, or do you have to make them?” Leaving it simple for the time being.

The smith look over the arrowheads as he said. “We got something like that, although I only got 50 arrowheads, I mostly sell weapons to hold, not arrows.” then said in annoyance. “Debt was right with something, you could get better luck in getting what you need in some other smithy, they would sell it more and probably at a better price.” then add in. “although with Debt adding what you want on his tab, technically you get it for free.”

Rolling her eyes, Mynu just placed her arrow back and told, “Them I guess I won’t be getting any arrowheads here.” Going on to tell the smith, “If it trouble with arms, why not contract with shipmasters?” Going on to say, “You have black powder. You can make possibly good blades for ship use. I’m sure that a few would pay good coin for metal reinforcing parts.”

“Ha, how you think I’m still in business?” asked the horse with a grin. “Been selling most of my wares to shipmasters and merchants. Good price too.” then called out to Debt. “where do you want me to bring the barrels of gunpowder?”

“Big ship, called Innovation Rise. shouldn’t be too hard to miss.” said Debt as he came back by Mynu as he asked her. “Ready to head to another smithy?”

She gave a simple nod and moved with the gnoll, figuring that someplace else might have what they would need.