malduoni learns about some suspicious otherworldly visitors
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"I have spent the last several decades preparing an army in Rahadoum to retake Cheliax," Malduoni says, his voice very level. "This was for obvious reasons a closely-held secret until today. However, from the fact that He just attempted to kidnap myself and my daughter, and did successfully kidnap my wife, I gather that Asmodeus is now aware of my plans. I had intended to conquer Cheliax first and then move on to Hell, but since He is forewarned and also has my wife," for a moment his voice is not level at all, "it might be best to approach in the opposite order. Your people and the Yeerks have weapons which could in theory destroy Hell, yes?" 

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<- we don't understand gods very well yet. Our ship weapons can end life on the surface of a planet. We don't have a good guess what a god would be able to do if we fired on territory they - controlled, in a god way.. There are weapons that do damage indirectly well outside their main blast radius, it seemed probable that the gods would find those effects hard to counter.>

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"He could counter some of it. Less if there's a lot going on."

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Nod. "You do not have your ships here, though, correct?" 

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<No. This place is a long journey from our homeworld and our nearest fleet deployments.>

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"Using our world's magic, I can create twenty cubic feet of an arbitrary substance, if it is nonmagical and does not contain too much complex internal structure, and assuming I have a starting sample but it need only be a tiny amount. Given this, what could I make which would cause the most damage to a place." 

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- the Andalites seem to think this is a fun technical problem. There is a very fast astonishingly incomprehensible Thoughtspeech conversation. 

<We have a small reactor here to run our computers> someone says after a minute, and trots over and slices its cover off with a tail-flick and pulls something out. it's very small. <You want a lot of this - can you do it under arbitrary pressure or at arbitrary temperatures ->

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"Yes. How much damage will twenty cubic feet of it cause, if under the temperature and pressure you are thinking of? I am trying to figure out if I will need to do it more than once in order to destroy all of a given plane of Hell." 

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<This is not nearly as good as a ship's weapon. It is only going to destroy everything for around six hundred forty miles around.>

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"How fast could you relocate your ships and their weapons here. ...I suppose I can also ask the same question of the Yeerks." 

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A ripple of unhappy twitches. <Without magic it'd be a month.>

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"With magic it would be an hour, though." Nefreti walks into the demiplane behind him, trailed by very unhappy security.

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"Oh - you think you could figure out something we can do, maybe with Miracle?" Malduoni wasn't able to think of anything he could do, and hadn't gotten as far as deciding whether to ask Nefreti for help again, but it seems she's bypassed that step. "I can take us to the time-dilated demiplane again if we need research time. I want to try to get Parmida out first, and if I cannot reach her with a Gate then I want to Wish-transport the smaller weapon there and raise her afterward, if there is enough accompanying destruction then Asmodeus will not have a chance to capture her soul." He says it calmly, very neutral, without a hint that he has any particular emotions about murdering his wife with an alien superweapon as a rescue plan. "Either way I want to be ready to move on a full-scale attack immediately rather than give Asmodeus more warning about our capabilities and time to prepare." 

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"That makes sense. I think I can figure out something I could do with a Miracle. We should do the explosions first since then we can sleep in time dilation and have our spells back."

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Malduoni is perfectly still for about five seconds, and then nods, shortly. 

"I want to prepare a Sending to Carissa first and ask them to bring the shuttle down again." He turns to the pharaoh. "May I do that from here." Magically speaking he thinks the answer is yes but it still seems polite to ask for permission. 

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He does that. 

"This is Malduoni. We are under attack from Asmodeus. Planning war with Andalites. Please bring shuttle to Dome now." 

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- Carissa wakes up abruptly, with a very bad headache and a feeling like the world is falling apart -

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Mhalir is also being woken from a deep and still-somewhat-drunk sleep, but is less affected by the hangover than Carissa, and manages to process the content of the Sending within a couple of seconds. 

"On our way," he answers, and gets to work on piloting Carissa's body to sit up, while trying very hard to ignore a lot of the sensory data it's sending him.

<I am sorry. We have to go. Asmodeus attacked Malduoni or something, they are planning a counterattack.> 

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She was piecing that together. Slowly. 

 

Asmodeus knows. 

She's so scared.

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He wrangles them out of bed, gulps some more water from the cup on the nightstand. Triggers the ship alarm to wake everyone else.

<Malduoni was planning to conquer Cheliax. He had an army in Rahadoum. Iomedae asked me to go to him and help, after the talks were done. She thought you - would be more ready by then. But I suspect we are moving on that early.> 

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Oh. 

 

 

It doesn't make sense for her to be in pain. Carissa before any of this happened would have agreed that anyone who could take Cheliax was entitled to, just like Cheliax was entitled to any place it could take; the distress of conquered peoples is a predictable feature of reality but not one they can not-laughably expect anyone else to give any weight. 

But now she's tried wanting things, and she wants - not this. 

 

She lets Mhalir pilot.

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<I am so sorry. You - I will not demand your help with this part.> 

And it doesn't feel like there's anything else to be said, really, he hates it and in particular it feels like a very unfair series to happen just when Carissa had been discovering how to relax more, but...it is what it is. Reality won't change from him glaring at it. 

Mhalir explains the situation, barks orders, heads for the shuttle. One step at a time. 

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"They are on their way," Malduoni says to Nefreti and the pharaoh. "I - suppose we can prepare for some explosions now." He looks to the Andalites. "My assumption is that this - weapon - that I am making, is not going to be very stable once it exists, and so I had better leave that to the exact moment before I transport it to a place I wish destroyed?" 

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Also it will give everybody in the vicinity cancer, though if they close the door to the demiplane that will mostly be high level locals, who they understand to be able to take it.

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