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Those in the Vae were already on alert. They had some misgivings about some of those who were unknowns; strangers. Zealots pretending to be anything but? 
Isadra with that ‘thing’ Z3. The ‘bag of bolts’ remained in the mind of some; were sat, observing the locals, to see if they, made any moves, that would indicate, they knew what was coming?
Unknown to them, Z3 was in communication with their main Zealot outpost. Relieved to know, that so far, their surprise, would indeed be just that.
Ulrik, with a lot of the ‘locals’, had met up out of the eyes and ‘ears’ of those, who they knew, they had to make sure, heard AND saw nothing.
The Cflen, had supplied them, with some ‘cannonettes’ as they were known. A lightweight and very powerful slimmed down version of the Stuz cannon, a much heavier type above it.
The range and the power of the plasma ‘Cannonnette’ was almost close combat. HOWEVER, it could sweep an area in front of it, killing as it swept left and right, mowing down its targets with ease.
NON, would recover from that. Not dust but well and truly fried.
Clean up, could be, the only, downside to using them. BUT! They, had felt a lot happier having them.
Those carrying them, knew how to use them. The Cflen, had trained them in secret AND, they would only, allow those who had convinced them of their abilities to get the most out of them.
These Zealots, were not at war with the Cflen. Unknown to them of course, re the changes, in how the Cflen now viewed the Zealots. A threat? The general consensus was they could NOT be trusted. A primitive nuisance.
Lys had been left at the Inn. Along with several others, she had been told, to stay put. It was known, that the Zealots had a desire, to seize her, as a virgin sacrifice, to their Gods.
Not, the least bit afraid, which suprised some, but then, she was THEIR daughter and they had given her, a weapon, concealed on her, that would strike them down, whilst others would rush to her aid.
Sin Fer, was hidden from view. Carefully watching, all that was taking place, as more of THOSE, they were in no doubts were ZEALOTS, arrived.
Big, strong, powerful; not only in stature but strength with her fists to send any of them to the after life.
Slaughtering fish, might have been bloody gore for her normal day to day existence, but her blade skills were not to be dismissed lightly.
Anyone, with nasty preconceptions re her girl Lys, would be on the receiving end of that. She would ‘gut’ them with ease. Well bar the ‘bucket of bolts’, she like several others wondered, about how to end its existence. 
The arrival in secret, of another one of her family? Sin Zer was known as being handy with her fists. The ability to knock someone down and often out cold, meant that most of those around her did NOT upset her and definitely NOT pick a fight with her, well; unless you were genuinely stupid.
Sin Fer was pleased to see her. “Zin has sent a message. They are planning to raid the locals close to their main camp at first light. HOWEVER, his messenger says they with the Cflen forces are going to strike at first light against them; catching them off guard.
WE are to be prepared to react, IF those we know are Zealots do anything from first light on. Ulrik says local militia forces are waiting on our signal to attack.
He says, do NOT maim them. If we get the chance, before they KILL or enslave US, to KILL them. I have a special weapon on me that needs to be pressed up against the ‘thing’ Z3.
It. will deliver a supercharge. to disrupt its core systems. They are sure it is partly mechanical. Secret scans have shown a definite skeleton below its outer apppearance.
That bucket of bolts, is NOT alone. There are he says more than a few of them. Some Human(a) amongst them. The Cflen will definitely take care of them for us.
Sin Fer, showed her the two blades, she had. “Asr sharpened them for me at his forge. Tempered for full on slicing and dicing. Apparen--tly Thimbles examined them and approved them.
Good enough for me, to place my faith in them, if she OKs them.“ She grinned. The river is sealed off, so they can’t make an escape that way. The Cflen, will destroy, any of their low riders from the air.
All of our boats, transporters have special devices fitted to let the Cflen know they are ours. Their b’stard spawn of the BEAST as they call them, have now been retrained to kill on command.
Our militia, will NOT, be raiding the Zealot main encampment first light. The Cflen forces, will be going in first and, after the initial attacks, will pull out, for our militia, to go in and round them up. All the Cflen are doing is a quick beat down, destroy any weapons and have their pet feed.
Those, who are left, or running off, in hiding, will be taken care of by us. NONE of those deemed to be in charge of them, are to be left alive. The others can leave; flee but that is their only escape route.
We want them gone! Once, they have realized, we have a force to be reckoned with? They won’t be coming back.
The Galacia Federa craft, will probably return, to stay in orbit above us.”
Lys was noting, some more arrivals. Cflen? The unmistakeable perfect skin, was something she had noted was one of their amazing features. Male and females but the females were stunning. Some of them had told her she could be mistaken for one of them, she was so beautiful.
One of them recognised by Lys. Se Tri had taken a skin sample from Lys for her Sciestes to examine.
Moving to collect some refreshments Se Tri passed her a small container.
Eyes, were watching, all that was taking place. NOT that they were worried. The Cflen were neutral and no threat to the Zealots. Or so they believed.
Se Tri, made a point, of drawing Lys attention to the tiny screen displaying information? “Your skin, really is good Lys. Here are some notes, on how to use this formulation. It will genetically alter, your current hydration levels long term, providing extra longevity, to your skin cells.
Why our skin, does not age, the same as many others. I felt you are soo beautiful Lys and so nice everytime we chance to me, that I had Dolce, analyse your skin and, she was delighted, to have me gift you this. 
DO NOT share it with others! It is, genetically enhanced, for YOUR body Lys. Oh and you, can use it ANYWHERE on your body. Use it until you no longer have any left. Thereafter, you will start to notice, some slight, VERY slight changes.
Less body hair and smoother, much smoother skin. I believe you call it Veli (Velvet skin).” Lys was ecstatic. Se Tri leaned in to whisper in her ear, shoving Szu to one side.
“Use it across the nip in your skin.” She paused to smile. “There, you know where! It will soften it, make it more sensitive. Will heighten your pleasure nodes.
Some think us Cflen, are not into ‘encounters’ but that only really applies to our ‘Aposolates or Gladiator Cflen’. Szu is my male and we are how you say, Cojoined. In body and spirit, he is mine and I, am his. “
Zin, with his companions, had been moving, towards the Human(a) settlement. Four of them sneaking through the undegrowth with them learning the commands, signals and more.
Mij had not joined them, too tired but also still with some fear of being captured. She had heard about the Human(a). The Qiverse had heard about the Human(a) for their immoral, violent, controlling and murderous ways.
No different, some had said to the Zealots. True they were not as fanatical as the Zealots but they still had a known history of wiping out civilisations that stood up to them.
No one, was going to argue with her, re that perception. Those in the Vae who had suffered knew all too weel how they could end up as their slaves. That b’stard Bola ? The Human(a) no doubt had an equivalent version of him,
Bied and Dolly were planting devices around the Zealot encampment. The last ones as they slipped away telling those who needed to know including the Cflen. They had the trigger devices.
At the Zealot encampment? Nothing was moving. The guards, the half dead or the dying. Then it happened. The ever growing roar heading towards them.
From out of the forest, creatures of all shapes and sizes. Bears, wild boar and other mammoth like creatures. All sizes, all shapes and hundreds of them.
Into the encampment, any defences torn apart, stamped on, stomped on and those alive, half dead, dying or even dead feeling the full on force of being crushed, thrown into the air and violently shoved aside.
As for hose who had been in the full on throes of ecstacy, indulging in some, pre battle fornications, tucked in and bouncing away, slapping, beating and abusing their slaves, totally wrapped up in the moment of feeling the earth moving beneath them?
Those, who had been woken, by the noise, were rubbing their eyes not able to believe what they were now seeing? Hell in all its terror
Behind them, a strange towering spiral of, fire. Spiraling, twisting, the flames, now burning up the ground leaving a thick black scorched earth.
Then it stopped. The spirallng wall of fire died away. The noise too slowly ebbing to nothing. Where there had been Zealots in their hundreds?
A never ending, layer of black grey, ash. In the hard earth next to it, was carved a huge symbol, clearly visible from the heavens above.
The sign of infinity, of ? the mark of the dammed.
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