He'd found his body felt both faster and stronger since the strange M.I.U had reactivated. Everything seemed slower almost as he walked down the halls. Obviously those limiters and deactivated augments had been extensive. Varis found himself pondering just how much of him was actually him as he made his way into the command room with the other Ancients. They'd been clear enough that he was full of mechanical augmentations. Clear that all Minad were. The worrying part was if any of that Tech was like his M.I.U he'd be in for it.

He found his thoughts parting as he entered the room to see them there, all grimly staring at the holographic display. Yellow and violet dots were now present on it, and the green dots from before now stood at a measly three, compared to the dozen before. He could swear there were more fleets displayed in orbit too, as the display showed flashes of light between them and several battles in space. Larsik had his arms crossed, glaring at the space battles with Sevaris as Kelevars turned to greet him.

"Varis! I see the arm was attached properly then. Good. You'll need it sooner rather than later. A large number of our people have escaped already but the window for those of us still here is narrowing. Rapidly." Varis found himself motioned over to examine the display with them. It was a bleak sight from what he'd gleaned with a glance, and a bleaker one with a deeper look. More Imperial ships were appearing in orbit by the minute. His M.I.U chose to be helpful, for once. As labels began appearing around the displayed ships in his vision. Most of those appearing were cruisers and frigates, though two smaller dreadnoughts had just appeared in sight.

"The Velathurans have been spreading rapidly. As their young are maturing they're bringing in armor and weapons to arm them. It seems they plan to bear as many children as possible from this spectacle. They're the yellow dots. Nolians are the violet one's and may just be our ticket to freedom. They hate us and love us both, for our part in the Ancients War and what we are. Some think we can be....'redeemed' when the Makians return. Others think our betrayal has cursed us permanently. That we should all be killed. They're also the ones engaging the Imperium in space." Kelevars zoomed the projection into the space battles. Hundreds of ships of all sizes were in the fray, being destroyed or simply vanishing in pillars of energy that were labelled as them rifting out. Similar pillars appeared wherever new vessels came in.

"Alavaros and Vossan have been negotiating with them on the ground on support taking a nearby Imperial Spaceport, and the last negotiation was going well until it was ambushed by a team of Imperial Warriors. Thankfully both parties got away. We're sending them back to finalize with the Nolian delegates soon. I want you to go with them, I've been updated on your status and even if you don't know it you'll be more then enough to handle any issues." The Ancient frowned as he looked Varis over suddenly. "I heard your M.I.U awakened. I imagine it's a long shot, but does it know why you were in Jerthal?"

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Varis frowned as he felt a wave of disapproval wash through him. He could almost taste it as it radiated off Kelxath. How he knew it came from the M.I.U he wasn't sure, but he filed it away for later as he answered. "I do not, it's still a mystery to me. It hasn't exactly been forthcoming or talkative in any way I can understand at the least."

Varis noticed Larsik staring at him as he spoke, and realized then just what was so unsettling about the Minad. Every Minad had glowing eyes. For some the brightness varied with emotion and for others it simply stayed the same. But where normally that brilliance would shine through their eyes, Larsik's held no light whatsoever. They were dull. The man frowned and looked away as their eyes met as if knowing what he'd just realized before Kelevars spoke up again.

"I see.... Anyways, you know the way to the entrance I assume? Be there in the next hour. There will be equipment and supplies for you along with Alavaros and Vossan. Watch yourself out there Varis. Ancients like you and I are symbols to the Minad as well as our most powerful card left. We will have to be unifying force for our people in the times ahead." The blue eyed Ancient seemed to consider for a moment before speaking further.

"You most of all Varis Thek'rall, the clan you hail from are the High Guardians. The protectors of our peoples rulers when we still had Alathras. You've been the last for a long time and that you've somehow survived whatever it was that's destroyed your memory has increased our chances greatly. We will teach you the history and culture once more when we have escaped this world. For now you have a mission to complete." Once Kelevars finished the long winded speech, he made a motion of clear dismissal to Varis.

He found himself frowning as he turned to exit, that disapproval from the M.I.U had turned into a mix of sadness and sheer anger at the final statements from the Ancient. He frowned on his way towards the entrance. Working things over in his mind and coming to a rather simple conclusion. Whatever had destroyed his memory possibly had left the M.I.U's intact. A goal then, to find a way to communicate with it.