Discovering the Sein'Hae [IC - Open]

The guns of the Sein'Hae kept firing on the Invaders and their traitorous kin, firing until the last of them had retreated through the mysterious portal. At that point, the guns finally stopped, and a moment of silence blew over the Sein'Hae before they were alerted by the massive beast charging toward them. Thankfully, the Metalshell's ace in the sky was able to catch its attention and divert its course, and it soon lost interest in charging as the lack of noise prevented it from locating anything. With no more danger, no more death, the battle was finally over. Though none celebrated as they looked over the dead white landscape around them, the immeasurable amount of corpses left, and the rivers of blood shed, a great deal of it from innocent villagers. Truly, it felt like the Invaders had achieved whatever twisted goal they had in mind. The cold was unpleasant; there was little life on Endovul that enjoyed the cold, and it already began to take effect, as native lifeforms started hunting for shelter and warmth, confused by the sudden cold.

Soon, the Sein'Hae began to silently go about a miserable recovery process; Some stayed behind to start burying their dead, many others started heading back to their villages to tend to whoever was left, some started wandering aimlessly, simply observing the hellish landscape around them and its ill effects, likely leaving the Drathians stuck trying to mend a broken populace.

The Bloodbeaks, wherever they may be, were faring much better. Despite a narrow loss, they had shed blood aplenty, and had taken to the stars with a powerful ally to follow. They had a number of captures, both alive and dead, to bolster their numbers, and were celebrating feverishly.

There were only around thirty Drathians left after all was said and done. There might be fewer, now that the entire planet was slowly beginning to darken and freeze over. Luckily for the Sein'Hae, at least those who had been the driving force behind the Drathian victory, their star-strider friends had managed to set up around two to three mines, and a single factory. With this came the advantage of production unlike anything the natives had ever seen. The first order of buisiness was to create some sort of shelter. Hopefully, until some housing could be produced, the Sein'Hae could live off of the food storage they had.

The machines whirred to life as they began to manufacture bits and components of buildings. Most were made from an odd bubbling green liquid, that, when injected with chemicals while in a mold, produced an almost organic seeming gray substance. This was the basis of Drathian ingenuity and development, the manipulation of biopolymeres. Soon, small dome like houses made of the stuff could be produced en mass around the former war camp, providing shelter for the Sein'Hae veterans.

Among the surviving Drathians was Corpreal Jillian 'Snow-Strider', named for her white hair and white skin. Unlike most Drathians, her eyes were a blood red instead of their usual orange colour. An albino. She wandered about the camp, discarding her helmet for the first time since landing. Now that the sun was blocked, she needn't fear its harmful rays. Extending her tongue, Jillian felt a snowflake moisten the muscle. She giggled in delight. She had grown up on Ravnia, the heart of the Drathian military. Close to its sun, with a rather thick atmosphere filled with moisture, most of Ravnia was jungle. Jillian had never before seen snow.

Jillian stood in the snow, awkwardly looking at the girl who she had clumsily bumped into. With a frown, she offered her a hand for aid in returning to her feet. She offered a soft smile, seemingly surprised, delightfully so, that she had found someone else that could share her troubles with her. "Sorry about that. I'm Jillian." She said in Drathian, hoping that the Sein'Hae girl had managed to pick up on at least some of the star-strider language. "Are you cold?"

To this, the Drathian paused. Her hand slowly reached up to her face, running her middle finger over the rim of her eye and pulling slightly on her eyelid. She hadn't had someone give her such a strong reaction to her appearance before. It didn't unsettle her, though. Rather, it made her feel almost glad. With a soft smile, her armoured hand went to ruffle the small Sein'Hae's hair.

"Yeah, a lot like yours." She said as she turned towards the camp, where warm fires and provisions awaited. "Come, let's go get you warmed up, no?" She asked, despite the girl's warm greeting, Jillian knew that such warm wouldn't stand up to the harsh winter winds of the now frozen planet. The last thing she wanted was her for new companion to freeze to death.

The Purifier platform disengaged its cloaking and showed itself to the Emden, and small flotilla of Eldari ships gathering solarite in the gas giant Endovul I started arising from the atomsphere. Immediately the fleet transimitted radio signals towards the Emden, attempting to summarize what just happened recently.

(OOC-You can see from my previous posts here that they were already there in the battle and after the battle)

The Colonials on the ground are eventually brought under fire by a small group of paranoid Sein'Hae, who fire off only a couple of bullets from their now limited cover before realising their mistake. They dropped their weapons and emerged from cover in surrender, hoping that they weren't shot.