Alex, visiting Verrtsi planetside, smiles as he gets the transmission. Rerouted through the illusion-barrier, his telepathic reply is accompanied by a good deal of force itself, capable of giving the average Aralang a nose-bleed. "You're a bit late. We, the Sons of Plunder, already know about your little pet gone wild. We've already captured samples. Want 'em? You're gonna have to learn how to play nice. Ms. Tyris is serving the combined well-being of all mages in this dimension. She is what you would consider a sort of princess. You brought her actions upon yourselves. If you had worked with the magic races to determine a proper sentence rather than pitting her in an unreasonable, impossible situation. You got yourself into this mess, you'll need us to get you out." He says, an image following the message like a reminder. Hikaru, standing before the rip in the Outerverse, triumphant as Verrtsi, Inari, Echo, and the kid standing further into the Outerverse, waiting for her. An obviously altered memory, but reminder nonetheless of the Aralang's catastrophic failure.
"So tell me now, Aralang? Who should be the ones evacuating? So far uncontrollable? Milady Tyris seems to have proven that one wrong, even before you spoke. And even before her, there was Kurai. And yes, I do know about Kurai. The Lertis' made sure to let all of Plunder know what happened on your planet. You and yours are little more than a joke, unable to contain even a single Sage, even under an AM field. We warned you not to fuck with us. You didn't listen. Now, you've awakened your Great Beast. How many times will magic races have to clean up after you and your Guardian friends? Stay out of our way. We'll clean up your mess for you. But know this: We're not doing it for free anymore. You'll find a messenger awaiting your return to Aralia. Until then, do try not to needlessly give your lives away as is so common for your empire."
