There is a lack of resources. And we cannot start a war without acquiring more resources and acquiring more possible warriors. But there is an answer, there are hunters among our enemies, and there were hunters among our kinds. Do you remember?
More than that, we have the memories here.
So some gathered round and they watched and saw, and created new memories from the old.
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The great beast is near, and I feel, it's a simple device, a net floating on the vibrations, the waves in the air. I feel the waves push it this way and that, and I feel the little ones nibbling upon it, they come, and a beast will come soon as well, I feel the disturbance, it strikes and entangles itself. It rips back and forth. This one is too dangerous, it is not free. I through the dirt into the air and the others act.
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There is not much memory left on that one, are there living hunters who've seen it?
The hunter who has taken down the great beast is known, he will be found and we will understand it.
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They sit there, feeling safe in their pod, their invasion of our space. But they know not of my presence. They do not see as the beasts do. And the small beast pulls on its strings, They are there. I let the beast go and dive then flat above them, sending vibrations as if I too am one. And I am struck, their scout, a trap within a trap. He saw me, How CoUld THey See ME?
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Regardless I shake him off. It is young, small, lacking in strength. I reach to strike and I strike another one. Piercing its form. The one who sees must be brought back. And I shall do so...
I've been moving for a while, riding a beast, and the beast turns, sensing them. There are hunters about, to bring down our beasts. For food, for power. I turn and strike at their traps. They have been getting smarter, but tut I know their tricks. The beast turns and a hunter dives at it. The beast lunges as I destroy the trap, the hunter will die... The hunter is pulled away by others, and the others strike at the beast with spears.
Strike, and yet the beast swims on. Trained, and fed to avoid the pain. It swims and it gets caught. A trap, one for beasts. Not for us. I go to strike at my captive, but he is not to be seen, Holding spheres and a part of the beast. With a part of the trap, he moves faster than they should. How? They can not fly. So I continue on my way...
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It ends there, the enemy was injured at that point and we tracked him to his pod. The last memories. But the hunters and their techniques. They shall be found.
Are there more? The hunters keep their techniques to themselves. But other enemies have memories of weapons forgotten. And She shall not stop us.