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So not entirely natural basalt. That or it has a geokinetic ability letting it pull them up. Not that it has to lift them far, that area of the channel is quite shallow from what I gather. Around 300 to 500 metres deep (about 1,000 to 1,300 feet,) which is still impressive for a continental shelf...15th August 2000
10:04 GMT
"It's headin' fer Scotland. We're going t' need backup."
It's extremely impressive to watch, actually. Some of what were… Clearly erroneously identified as naturally occurring basaltic prisms are more of less in the right place. The bits chipped out of their exterior rise out of the water and return to their proper place and they shift up or down in order to make a level platform. What a lot more dramatic is that the sections of the path that had fallen apart completely come flying out of the water from… However far they've travelled. They just float up, water cascading off of them, then slot themselves back into the floating platform. Perhaps even more impressive is the large parts of the Irish Sea that are foaming as the sunken parts rise up as well.
Which would likely have triggered an unwelcome response from the banshee, with all the poking around and signals...I look to Senior Agent Blaze. "Can I assume that we never tested those?"
"If Rinaker knew there was a cyclops here, the Alliance would have been all over this place decades ago."
A scant 50-odd kilometres, I believe. About 30 miles for you Americans. Hardly a long walk, given the length of his legs.The cyclops clomps in the direction of Scotland, uninterested in us or in the dilapidated state of its path.
Map.
A three dimensional image of the revised terrain appears before us. The cyclops isn't moving quickly, but Scotland's not all that far away.
And I'd be rather concerned about what happens if it doesn't turn around, and carries on across Scotland. More than a few towns and smaller cities in the potential arc of its course.Sh'rain looks it over, then relaxes. "Oh good, it's leaving."
Senior Agent Blaze shakes her head. "We don't know where it's goin' or why it's goin' there. Fer all we know it's going to get t' Scotland and then turn roit around."
Overconfident, isn't she? 'Just destroy it', she says. I suspect it's a lot harder than that, given the reputation of the Cyclopes of Greek Myth.Sh'rain doesn't appear troubled by the idea. "Then we destroy it when it does."
I awkwardly raise my right hand. "Sir, I think-."
...Who let it out of the dimensional pocket it was in, hmm? I rather suspect you poking the standing stone is the likely culprit. That makes this your fault and your problem, Princess."You c'n go and bother Mab. Just… Knock on the door loudly."
Sh'rain's eyes widen slightly, then she focuses on Senior Agent Blaze. "Can we no' deal with it ourselves? It's not that big. And doesn't metal not like gettin' exposed t' seawater?"
Maybe if you'd asked about it, she'd have told you why.Senior Agent Blaze considers her friend for a moment, her hands on her hips. "Is there somethin' you'd be wantin' t' tell me, Sh'rain?"
"No." She holds her gaze for a moment, then sags slightly. "This circle wasn't on th' list t' get repaired. I thought Ma didn't think it was worth the bother!"
Best to get out of the area of the catfight. Who knows if they're going to escalate, after all."Oh, great. Did y' no' think she might have a good reason t' leave well enough alone?"
I wince slightly as the two of them square off. "I'll be leaving now."
'I ain't paid enuff fer this, faith...' is probably a good bet of her state of mind right now.I move away before focusing on movement and the flow of the landscape beneath me, causing me to pull away even as Niamh looks longingly at my back. Yes, having the boss's daughter get into an argument with the police is pretty awkward, isn't it? But they need to stay there just in case the cyclops turns violent.
A little more discreet than walking up to the cabin door and knocking, certainly.Fortunately, Ireland's not that big, and I'm landing just outside Sir Percival's home a few moments later. Shateera and Sheenta are standing in a nearby copse… Out of earshot. They look up at me but don't otherwise react to my sudden appearance.
Now, what's the best way to do this? Since he's a Maltusian, he'll feel it if I scan… But if I need to interrupt him anyway… Scan-.
They felt it all the way here? That's impressive. Though if Mab is connected to the network all the time...Two humanoids heading for the door-.
"Ah, there you are, boyo!" Sir Percival smiles as he walks out, Queen Mab just behind him. She looks… Awkward? Irritated? She masters herself before beckoning her bodyguards over. "I was wonderin' if you'd be havin' something to do with the noise up north."
SIs rarely do things by half, when things happen..."Sh'rain was repairing standing stones and accidentally let out a cyclops."
He raises his eyebrows. "That's not what you'd be calling a small accident, now is it?"
Eh, a major incident might be something like an entire hostile fleet dropping out of orbit over a major western city or something...
...Hmm. That could be troublesome for any shipping channels up that way, now that I think about it."It fully restored the Giant's Causeway and is heading for Scotland." I turn to Queen Mab. "Your majesty, why was it there?"
"It was making too much noise."
"Um. When you say 'too much-'?"
Still impressive that it lurking about the north coast would affect her all the way in the Banshee heartlands. Wonder if it's because of the standing stone network transmitting. Like a strong signal making the whole thing buzz like a loose panel on a PC..."Electromagnetic radiation." She looks towards the village. "There's so much now that I barely notice it, but in those days the output that thing had would give me a headache. And it was only a matter of time until one of the humans realised that it was a machine and not a formorian."
...Or the queen just has crazy sensitive electromagnetic senses."Which… Might have spurred on human technological development."
Queen Mab draws herself up haughtily. "Which was the last thing we needed. Even here I can feel the electromagnetic fields buzzing at the edge of my senses."
Wonder if he could install those in some of the banshee tunnels to minimise the impact on them. Or would that disrupt something else?I raise my right hand and generate a Faraday cage construct around us.
Mab blinks. "Oh."
Hmmm... Perhaps add a cap or cowl incorporating such a cage to the banshee's wardrobes? Would a partial cage like that block the signals somewhat?"Better?"
She gives Sir Percival a rather sharp look. He shrugs awkwardly. "Aye, well, I could do that too. But last time we were together it wasn't really necessary."
I'm sure the two of you were done with this round of the booty call anyway."I'll thank ye to remember in future."
He looks at me, a faint smile on his face. "You're getting me in trouble already, boyo. I'll remember that."
So the mech is playing the part of Fionn, then. Probably explains the 'giant' part of the myth, as historically the great heroes were impressive but mostly human."Sir Percival, Your Majesty, we have a titani robot heading for Scotland. Do we know why it's going there?"
Sir Percival shrugs. "Looking for Benandonner, I'd be thinking."
Ah, if only he could look it up online. Not for a few years yet, though.Queen Mab nods, as if that explains anything.
"Sir, ma'am, that doesn't explain anything. Who or what is Benandonner, are they likely to still be alive, and what's likely to happen if they're not there?"
Wouldn't be much of a weapon if it wouldn't. I bet humans are not part of the 'kill on sight' targetting, though."Well." Sir Percival strokes his chin for a moment. "I'm not an expert on titani weaponcraft, but I doubt they'd make something that would give up easily."
I nod slowly. "So it's going to walk all over Scotland. Do you think it's been programmed not to step on people?"
So, basically just about anything built after the mid Neolithic-era, when most buildings wore stacked stone or timber.He nods. "Aye, well, I doubt it'll step on people, but it's database might be a little out of date."
"So it won't recognise anything more recent than three thousand five hundred-. Wait, no, it was after the arrival of banshees on Earth. Three thousand years?"
Mab looks mildly distasteful. "And a lot of good it was."
And there's the conflict of the legend.Sir Percival spots that I'm getting impatient, and lightly pats Mab on the arm. "You'll be remembering that the last shadoan invasion was thirty five hundred years ago, and the anti-fleet weapon the titani built flattened Atlantis with the blowback." I nod. "Well, it turns out that it didn't destroy all of the fleet. A few o'them made planetfall. Benandonner… I'm not sure that was its name, but he was one o'them. A big fellah, if I remember rightly."
So for all we know the target-recognition routines are blown out of whack and anything that vaguely resembles it's primary target is going to get a lasering."Dead?"
"Titani robots don't give up until they've gotten their target. But this one might be a wee bit confused. It didn't exactly go quietly into the fae, and…Ah. We had t' bash it over the head a few times."
Gee, what a thoughtful gift... You couldn't have made a note of which stone it was trapped in so no young, eager banshee would accidentally poke it awake?"You two?"
"No. No, that was Caoimhe and me. A bit o' a present for Mab here."
Oh, joy. No small task, I suspect."So can we just shove it back into the… Into the fae?"
"Ah… Yes… If you can stop it moving for a wee while. It's not invincible, just rather tough."
And the lasering has begun. Hopefully there's no casualties yet."Okay. I think-." My ring blinks. "Excuse me. Yes?"
A construct image of Senior Agent Blaze appears, looking a little frazzled. "It's started shooting. Get back here!"
I think Percival might have to cut his little reunion short for today, he's going to be needed up there. Hopefully they can get it contained and stowed before the Americans come rolling along. If they bring a captured ship, that might tick Fionn right the hell off. Things are about to get rather noisy up north, I think...