Thread:EcuramFerata/@comment-4264287-20141104021254/@comment-4264287-20141110012806

One of the Merimr Lords, actually.

Encounter with Ferashka:

 “We’re here to rescue Matthew.”  Natalie responded, crossing her arms.

 Ferashka laughed, not moving his jaw at all.

 “How do you do that?” Ginger asked.

 “Cybernetic implants assist me. All Merimr Lords have these assistances other than our Merimr Lord.” Ferashka responded.

 So, Ferashka was a Merimr Lord. I had to know what race.

 “Of what race do you rule, Lord Ferashka?” I asked.

 Ferashka glanced at me.

 “It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been addressed like that. You have gained some respect,” Ferashka said, “I rule over the Eighth Race.”

 “What happened to the Merimrs?” I asked.

 Suddenly, Ferashka’s black pupils on its red cybernetic eye grew.

 “You are not permitted to know this information. You will be eliminated.” Ferashka said.

 Natalie groaned.

 “Great, it’s part Eliminator.” She said.

 Ferashka looked at Natalie, glaring.

 “You will not insult my race. All humans will be locked in chains but the Durask.”  Ferashka spoke.

 Ferashka picked up Natalie and Ginger, throwing them in cages that manifested just like the ones Ayet created. Ferashka’s tail threw me into a different part of the room.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Begin Daira pumping.” Ferashka commanded the room.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Suddenly, a white gas started flowing into the room, drifting towards me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “All others will be spared. You will be eliminated.”

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