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The streets of the city were like a town that could have been found on Lucius. The sheer amount of battle damage made TalOS wonder how many times and how far the Mitu came to annihilate the planet. These scars ranged from the ages of a few years ago to nearly two decades at the latest.
+As you can see we have faced Mitu a number of times.+ Admitted the Fabricator General as they continued their journey, +However we have not been strong enough to retaliate against their menace properly. Sometimes we would send out fleets to try and disrupt their operations but only recently has ships actually returned from such a voyage.+
+The Warp Storms only dissipated ten years ago.+ TalOS told her the information he knew, +The Xenos were likely just lucky they were able to travel during that time. Maybe an advance technology or sorcery was employed that gave them the gift of traversal.+
+It is likely sorcery. These Xenos are heavily divorced from the ideals of the Machine God.+ Pointed out the Fabricator General with a good hint of disdain, +They do not use machines but flesh and bone. Where we would use bullets they were offer smotes of lightning or lasers they would employ fluids and electricity.+
TalOS pondered her words as he created a Vox-Datalink and sent her a package, +It sounds similar to a Xenos race that we had to deal with which we coined the Plastoids. However they did not achieve space flight and did employ a series of metal constructs in their operations.+
+Interesting, but the Mitu luckily do not have the Plastoids’ teleportation capability. I can confirm however they are very much able to employ Psychic abilities just like this.+
TalOS shook his head at this. The Psychic threat was something that it seems his entire life will be devoted to the destruction of. At least if the enemy is Psychic in some respects he should be able to sever such links with ease upon the Fortress’s approach.
+We have arrived.+ The Fabricator General announced as they came across what seemed to be a bunker. With a few chants of binary the doors to the place opened and the cohort was led into the bowls of whatever research facility Mezoa decided to create.
