[ The smaller a human is, the louder and more demanding they are. This is the correlation The Last has summarized from this meeting, and decides it favours the larger of their species. The little one wants a full explanation and that's far more words than The Last wants to string together at a time.
Luckily there is a way to facilitate this, although it doesn't much care for it.
The Last curls one arm towards itself so that it may tap the end of one finger against the orange symbol on its shoulder. The area pulses and flashes once before the color turns deeper, bleeding a thicker black and red until the Atlas mark each of them bears becomes visible in the small space. This mark glows steadily until a holographic screen flickers into view before The Last's face, and just a sluggishly it reaches to tap the language there too.
"Display Log Record: KH-0745?"
The Last selects "Confirm" and at once the screen flickers to some sort of recording: A strange alien's face fill the frame, black eyes gazing at whoever made the recording. Whether or not it's The Last is unclear, but what is is that this alien also bears the mark of the Atlas on the back of their hand, although they lack the suit.
They have an air of peace around them despite the fact that in the background there is nothing but the remains of a smoking city, bodies littering the ground. A death-like silence hangs over the area, and far in the distance hundreds upon thousands of greyish-blue shapes move like a colony of ants. Approaching. The alien speaks: ]
"Kharas is lost. We no longer have an escape, and soon The Overseers' swarm will be upon us." [ The sky begins to lighten and become bright behind them. ]
"We are The Last. We will stay." [ It's Boney's voice, and in response the alien's small mouth gives the merest fraction of a smile. ]
"We are all the last...there are no more Travellers in our cluster, my friend. This is the end for us. We will not survive."
"The Last will stay." [ Something warms in the alien's expression at these words, one four-fingered hand rising to the camera. ]
"We must protect The First of those who will come after. The Overseers will wipe The Atlas from the face of this universe."
"...The Last understands."
[ The light in the background grows brighter, far brighter than any normal Kharas day. The swarm of grey-blue in the background draws closer and closer, now. ]
"Turn them all off. Every pod. If The Atlas grants any mercy, then perhaps...they will wake, one day."
[ The light grows brighter and brighter, the sand around them starting blow and sizzle until the luminosity is so great that the alien shudders, closes their eyes--and vaporizes into a million separate particles.
The feed continues to watch the place where they once stood for several long moments until white overtakes everything.
The holo-screen fizzles out a moment later and The Last peers down at them without emotion. ]
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Luckily there is a way to facilitate this, although it doesn't much care for it.
The Last curls one arm towards itself so that it may tap the end of one finger against the orange symbol on its shoulder. The area pulses and flashes once before the color turns deeper, bleeding a thicker black and red until the Atlas mark each of them bears becomes visible in the small space. This mark glows steadily until a holographic screen flickers into view before The Last's face, and just a sluggishly it reaches to tap the language there too.
"Display Log Record: KH-0745?"
The Last selects "Confirm" and at once the screen flickers to some sort of recording: A strange alien's face fill the frame, black eyes gazing at whoever made the recording. Whether or not it's The Last is unclear, but what is is that this alien also bears the mark of the Atlas on the back of their hand, although they lack the suit.
They have an air of peace around them despite the fact that in the background there is nothing but the remains of a smoking city, bodies littering the ground. A death-like silence hangs over the area, and far in the distance hundreds upon thousands of greyish-blue shapes move like a colony of ants. Approaching. The alien speaks: ]
"Kharas is lost. We no longer have an escape, and soon The Overseers' swarm will be upon us." [ The sky begins to lighten and become bright behind them. ]
"We are The Last. We will stay." [ It's Boney's voice, and in response the alien's small mouth gives the merest fraction of a smile. ]
"We are all the last...there are no more Travellers in our cluster, my friend. This is the end for us. We will not survive."
"The Last will stay." [ Something warms in the alien's expression at these words, one four-fingered hand rising to the camera. ]
"We must protect The First of those who will come after. The Overseers will wipe The Atlas from the face of this universe."
"...The Last understands."
[ The light in the background grows brighter, far brighter than any normal Kharas day. The swarm of grey-blue in the background draws closer and closer, now. ]
"Turn them all off. Every pod. If The Atlas grants any mercy, then perhaps...they will wake, one day."
[ The light grows brighter and brighter, the sand around them starting blow and sizzle until the luminosity is so great that the alien shudders, closes their eyes--and vaporizes into a million separate particles.
The feed continues to watch the place where they once stood for several long moments until white overtakes everything.
The holo-screen fizzles out a moment later and The Last peers down at them without emotion. ]
The Last...stayed. Waited. For The First.