NecroWulf

Riprunner to mother flag...Riprunner to mother flag...We have met the objective. We have uploaded the datacross and are confirming the software exchange. The star core is in rapture and the bioflux of the cosmos is stabilized. We ran the atomofield with the usual Rip destinations. Then we landed in New Hel, a world of brimstone dimesionalisms, not quite hell, but darn close to it...There was a war going on there, as always we suppose, between factions of the Hel Lords. We interogated a lost battalion of fiends, the lowest denomination of minions there, to find out exactly what was going on. We used the bioenterpreter on one called Vrom. He wore a suit of armor made from enduroflesh, that was taken from some kind of reptilian hel dweller that resided in the lower depths. We interpreted him to call it a "protozod". We are scanning it and sending it back to you via the chronosequencer. Vrom told us more after we tazed him with our electromods. He kept ranting about someone called "Scorch" and how his flames neutralized whatever souls such creatures had. They were deathly afraid of him and told us he was one of the major power players in the realms of the New Helions. We asked about others, but some mysterious force collapsed his lungs. We moved onto the others and they dematerialized before our eyes. The heat started to rise and some kind of acid started to melt our suits, so we chronojumped out of the immediate area. We then found ourselves in some kind of arena...