u/BoscoCyRatBear

Within R corp's skitterheim, the giga structure scuttled through of the wasteland layers; drones, tentacles magnet / gravanic tethers, materials are screened organics if are dumped into the reclamation vats for transmutation and digestion inio biomatter , other materials are sorted and pulled apart for use in their singularity. ((they're getting responses for the improved earthmover.))

*Ynrib walks headless yet not bleeding to a table pulling his head up , from his pov fleshy tendrils and metallic biometal cables reached out to connect his neck stump in his head in place. His neck sealing seamlessly* "I'd say that Torchfinger Heavy Biomodule overhaul is definitely a success.. To combat hax bullshit that our Naplam Loving friend suffer, makesure Object of Power dubbed 'like antennas to heaven' is sapient and its core organic. No sudden [off screen] Hax abilities to counter it. The diplomat and observers will mark areas to makesure we don't turn civies into paint." *A simulation played of the mega-mech's spear striking a canyon sending out a reverberence detonating unexploded explosives* ((this is purging the divide with a big boom. yhrib is also harder to kill now))

A nearby screen is showing a desert layer is having thumper to bring forth leviathan class elder sandworms to capture bioaugment and prepare it to split a layer from below open and devour Bough for transport.

Yhrib:" remember only the defenders need to be disabled , this isn't pest control nor is it a crusade against heresy currently.

No signs to indicate they commit slavery. We'll wait before objectives change if detected." ((translation they aren't gonna purge the area. no slavery means no inquisition strike force))

At layer 1313 , Vermensk of R corp disable cameras in the area and set up anti scrying runes, crystal headed fetish totems that blend technology, science of resonance frequencies playing on the imfohazards to harn those observing.

The ones leading constructiom resembles resembles white furred vermensk with backs covered in quills of entropic crystallized balefire, their horns also crystal.

Grand structures are set up with mile wide sites for the ritual. Biomecha trains arrived from portals laiden with sacrifices, cloned creatures and those other corps wanted to disappear.

Kill stations were set up with the goal of this ritual to rip those that had attacked Meat Packing Room and summon them.

(Future story set up)

*yhrib's half finally reconnected, cybernetics biotech organs nerves muscles fusing , his body being pumped a steady supply of nutrients for the F.L.E.A.S. to operate and fix him up. His HUD had noted The splattered folks are being scraped up for processing to recycle the biomatter and print out replacement bodies for souls.*

Estimated population recovery to previous strength 5 months if a mass fertility protocol is enacted.

The defenses for the duck rooms held.

several thousand of critically wounded are placed in Biofoundry tanks for a suspension regenerative therapy locally dubbed cycling which will regenerate the body and deage it. Heavily cyberized folks likely will need to get re-chromed up

layer 54 now located 5438 floors from its original position began to press out its outer shell bendingband twisting the technoborganic limbs dragging its and scuttling up the destructive path from its ballistic descent down the limbo paths. The giga structure of the techno organic Van Neumann self replicating structure beast wades through the destruction that was wrought by the angels M.A.D. self obliterating blast ,which had treated 54 like a man hole cover for a underground nuclear blast testing site getting send to fucking orbit.

Layer 54 drew its limbs in ,sealing up ,and it no clipped, the blast wave sending the giga biomech structure down through the liminal paths , spearing out its limbs once the blast momentum slowed. The outer hull damaged but loss of life was minimal. The great structure had just acted like a fucming pinball while everyone inside got the rolling over car without seat belts treatment.

Cryonic agents is being rerouted through fire suppression systems.

Layer 212 suffered catastrophic damage as the layer detonated billowing forth wild unstable uncontrolled effects polluting local airways and water ways. Do not go to 212 unless you want to mutate / get magical tumors that whisper your inner thoughts to everyone.

The peeling room is untouched, away from the blast zone.

Afflicted areas are targeted by portals linked beyond the basement. Spinal mount gravanic cannons armed with spears of gungnir on ships in the void which has slain previous angels via rupturing AT fields and using hypertraumatic overpressure to keep going.

The attacks are held ready incase if hostilities rise targetubg R corp and they need to be be turned to shiskkebabs.

In the meantime trains and hypervelocity freight elevators scream up and down tracks delivering munitions and weapons arriving at depots , ready to deliver when requested.

For ten layers around Layer 54, transmutation probes activate to rend matter into raw energy. Biomechical drones and troops are moving about armed with blood reactive spike rifles, and mechs bought up from I corp. Time splitter traps bought from T corp are set as literal time bombs to reverse the aging process as a way to eliminate swathes of undead.

The biomorphs are hunting flinging spell and gestated munitions, while toting biochemical powered laser weapons or their gravity manipulators to unleash a torsion beam for ripping molecules apart.

Vermensk caravans outside of 54 would head to wings territories for the purpose of bolstering defenses.

Why is it seemingly inconsistent as fuck banning folks when worse things have been said in Roleplay?

I know we have Limbo Path, the recursive replicated path between layers like some are mall sub layers, electrical tunnels, a topiary garden of perfect hedges, an indoor playground / party room; there's elevators no clip areas , trains , vents, the vermensk use Wyrd space to burrow into a lower reality and gnaw a path to their goal , teleports , and portals. What else is there?"

Ekkanak: "the damnable pantheon following bastards, can't they see the glory of the true god worthy of worship. "

*3 hours before her explosives blow out the Transmutation Reactors and breach the layer known as the Peeling Room"

*15 minutes remaining *

'How could I have been found out?' *the thought ran through her head once a Null Wave ripped through her bolt hole limbo layer / nest destroying active magitech items breaking rune sigils of dimensional expansion instantly crushing those expanded rooms like a poorly built submarine exploring around the Titanic.*

*The ratkin woman sent forth her Pygmy Mice swarms and bruisers while she heated coils up for her slag rifle , the chambers held disks of metal to heat up and fire, something that'll drive the mimic suits of her ex kin's military into a panic giving her room to run. A few anti personal mines were set up with sentry turrents while the alchemy generator ran to power the mechanisms for her escape hatch to open, it would take time given the dakn thing was 4 meters across and half as thick.*

*Ekkanak's blood ran cold, as she felt another wave pass over auto detonating her mines while the turrents wildly fired before they sundered apart , falling into laser smooth finish zero tolerance perfect cuts. Something was coming, something she didn't know. The squeaks and roars came and went.*

*The she rat squeaked in anger , she couldn't call on her God or guards. The Null and EMP knocked out her magitech and electronics , can't even transmute given how low her mana reserves are. She reached for a vial on her hardsuit only to see in the reflection.... the glimpse of something .... 'Is that a biomorph!?'*

*The things that had arrived is between biotech horror and a demigod, her fear pheromones polluting the air while the slag rifle began propelling bolts of molten slag. In horror Ekkanak watched the abomination effectively blink around her shots until the 7ft 5inch bio metal plated and techno organic nanosyste horror generated from its body a multiple barreled rifle that started spooling up , the lenses glowed and fired forth coherent light slagging the chem generator blowing it apart. The shrapnel pierced her right side and limbs the shockwave throwing her over a stolen supplies from 212's logistics crate.*

*before the darkness of unconscious claimed Ekkanak, the last thing she heard with the Biomorph aiming a translocation/ statis collar at her was the radio on its chest* "Thats the last bomb , Raynauld. Got the heretic local?"

Biomorph: *a voice rough gravelly yet with the vermensk tongue* "Got her"

*unspecified time later*

*Ekkanak woke up shaved , her body covered in brands and scars with several vermensk oracles adorned with bodily grown quills and horns of radioactive crystal, chanting condemning Ekkanak. Attempting to escape failed as agony filled her nerves causing her to look down. Her body was being transmuted into balestone , crystallization tore through flesh veins turning solid her curses and squeaks dying out with her heart going solid, lungs shredding upon it ; with the final thoughts before the recording was ended were of regret and her lover whom had died by an alchemical leak in the habitatation wing of her old home*

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To keep in lore with how singularities tie into the name of the corp. Like how r Corp was replicating, w in w Corp for warp.

Our R corp instead of replication its more recycling.

Think a Star Forge from star wars ,a mass fabricator . So all the things they scrap and feed into it to create.

This feeds into the nanotechnology they use to create the techno organic structures vechiles and beings.

This mass fabricator so explain ms why layer 54 is pulling a Blame!

I hope you all know the anime/ manga Blame!

What magical systems are you using?

My own I've blended out of cruel space's axiom with Arts from Arknights.

Except taken from vermensk compendium:

Transmutation of mana / Arknights Arts ability. Enchanting , imbuing mana to reinforced the body, to leap over a hundred meters and land safely. Changing ones gravity, teleporting ,phasing. They study spell effects without need for incantation or hand gestures.

Will , Concentration is needed.

When amplifying the body it modifies in magnitude multiples. Manipulation of matter and energy. Theres always a base line in transmutation ability as its mandatory learning, however more learning requires time and study many don't have this so they use fetish totems which can support and activate a spell on specific activation like snapping a chain on the totem instantly triggers a recall teleport or to snap on a barrier against fast moving attacks.

(For non vermensk they can use totems and Mana charged arcane cores to cast.)

Healing magic for example at mose you're closing a wound but if you know the organs nerves blood vessels you can teleport out and replace bad organs. To properly heal someone you need Medical Knowledge.

So average joe basically a school nurse levels of medical knowledge but a surgeon with this magic would not need to cut open someone to do surgeries.

Video link below for Arknights Arts

The white furred mouse woman started sniffing at the air as her coffeemaker auto brew sequence, ears twitching, soon wiggling through the cuddlepile her family rested in, reaching up to smooch awake her main bat husband, both chittering to eachother in ultra sonics, her other wives and husband's still slumbered because of differing shifts across the layer 54.

The pair would grab a shower taking time to groom eachothers fur ,drying out , and finally applying natural oil supplements to replenish what's lost in a shower.

The paw of the Vermensk time scheme was before dawn.

Breakfast consisted of oatmeal with fruit in it, fried eggs plucked from a genetically modified plant beast in the pantry, some light greens taken from a hydroponics cabinet and of course enjoyed with coffee. The beans were imported from Skitterholm the vermensk empire's realm if trade which links to ALL , warrens across the creation structure of the All verse where the empire treads.

By dawn, anim is setting her family with their meals contained under statis hoods so it'll be fresh just out of the kitchen even a few hours later.

Anim slipped on her body glove letting the mimic roll up onto her interfacing with her implants, finishing up with a kimono like outfit with wide open sleeve. On her hip would be a scepter for her station, in dimensional pockets sewn into her sleeves she stored a whippet holdout shotgun , bevy of grenades both normal and alchemical. In her belly sash is gravanic lock autopistol and a standard pistol that was loaded like a P90 and fired 6.5 mm hollowpoints with a blood reactive alchemical mixture to explode with the iron in a targets bloodstream.

Anim's main husband Enroht her partially undead albino bat wore his magnetized connected wrap garb with his station marking as Anim's personal guard. Both would walk through the rounded tunnels heading over through the hatch exitting fron their spire nest. Enroht took flight taking time to glide to the office for his exercise while Anim squeaked summoning a strange winged rat of holographic light whom opened into a screen , with a few hand signals and a payment of mana , the short white mouse woman vanished arriving in the receiving room of her wing. This is across from her co leader of layer 54 Wild Bill.

The job today is to slowly trickle humanity back in that had been stored in statis coffins during the Cat Invasion.

The memory of it... she had to calm herself dur to the likely trauma she was carrying. It was gonna be a long day.

Anim felt a soft headscritch once her husband arrived, getting her to calm down further, wordlessly thanking him with tail curling around his lower leg.

Who has played the games?

In Limbus Company what's your favorite IDs?