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Gigas	It's a gorgeous night here in Central Park. Cool, perhaps even chilly. Not enough to detour any late night park goers as the air is quite refreshing under such circumstances and it is the season for such things..but as far the night goes, it's quite pleasant and not particularly cloudy giving onlookers a good clear of the sky for those interested in doing any sort of star gazing. At one of the best locations for this, where a group of night sky observers are gathered, a child reaches up and tugs at his parent while looking skywards with his binocolars. "Daddy! That big blue star is getting closer..! It's a shooting star!" The father turns, lifting his own binoculars up. "Let's see here.. MIght be your lucky -- hmm..that looks like a person.. he's... It is! He's huge!" And so Central Park Star-Gazing comes to an end as Gigas drops down from a height high above and impacts into the area with a thunderous *KATRHOOOM* that sends a shockwave rolling out and car alarms singing. Nearby pedestrians, star gazers and those who aren't, are flung from their feet from the shockwave as the colossus rebounds from his initial landing and then impacts again half a mile away from his original landing point before finally coming to a stop.
Mon-El	It'd be hard for anyone to miss something like that. And especially not if you have enhanced senses like a Daxamite does. So Lar came over to make sure Gigas doesn't cause any problems with the locals, like he kind of did last time. At least, last time things could have gotten a lot more messy, if he hadn't intervened.     He flies over to Gigas' final resting place, folding his arms. "You know you could like, land your ship somewhere, right? Instead of jumping from orbit. Maybe it'd be more comfortable, and less, you know, scary for these poor Terrans." he remarks.
Gigas	The goliath doesn't answer at first, instead surveying the area rather deliberately before turning towards Mon-El and giving the Daxamite a large full toothed grin. His red eyes gleam, brightening a touch in tune with his emotions as he intones, "One of these 'Terrans' struck me so hard it knocked me half way across one of those seas! Why..I actually felt it like a slight tickle!" Gigas reaches up to tap his jaw, brushing his fingers against the bristle of a red beard there with a sound like metal brush strands scraping across concrete. "So I thought I'd come and do some recruiting for the war! Besides..if I can't leap from orbit to the surface..what fun is there in doing work!"
Mon-El	Lar rolls his eyes. "Maybe your 'fun' isn't as important as not scaring the living daylights out of everyone? Scared people can sometimes be dangerous, you know."     He chuckles. "You sound like you enjoyed that, or something. Being punched across the ocean, anyway. Let me guess, this Terran was as big as you and green."
Gigas	"Fear can be healthy." notes Gigas, "As well as a motivator." He inclines his head in thought and then rumbles, "Green yes. As big as me. No." That last part said with some bemused pride as if 'of course he wasns't as big as him'. "As to enjoying it? Hmm...it was a distraction. A result of a mistaken bounty back when I was...ah...more involved in such things then I am now." Gigas looks back to Mon-El curiously, "..You know of whom I speak?"
Mon-El	"I have an idea, yeah." Lar replies with a nod. "I've gone up against him myself. He...gets out of control easily. But he's done a lot of good overall."     "Yeah, fear can be healthy, but not always. It can also cause a lot of problems that result in people getting hurt--or even killed--unnecessarily."
Gigas	The giant waves that last part off, almost dismissively, "It is necessary." he rumbles, "And at times unavoidable. My presence can cause fear. Should I not be myself? It is up to them to decide how they handle their fear and what to do with it. And such beings are not the ones I came to see or collect." Gigas then inclines his head, "This green giant then. Where is he? Will he help fight the Brood?" He then considers the rest of Mon-Els statement and then grins, "You enjoy getting knocked around alot it seems. You Daxamites are sturdy..."
Mon-El	"My point was you jumping from orbit -wasn't- necessary." Lar retorts. "Yeah, it's up to them, but if they start shooting at you or attacking you, then there's going to be a problem like the one I was just talking about. People getting hurt and possibly even killed."     "I don't know. Why don't you ask him yourself?" he replies to the question about the green giant.     He arches a brow at that last comment. "I don't know about 'enjoying' getting knocked around. It happens."
Gigas	"Terrans would ask you if you were their 'mom' I believe or 'nursemaid'." gripes Gigas with an annoyed cadence to his rumbling voice, "Enough about my leaping from orbit. Far worse awaits them and it will not be interested in chiding about the nature of fear and being startled but left unharmed. Aren't you interested in recruiting powerful Terrans to fight the Brood?"
Mon-El	"I just don't want anyone to get hurt when it can be avoided. Or for there to be some kind of 'incident' when one can be avoided." Lar argues. "Wouldn't you agree? You like being able to walk around here without anyone coming after you, I'm sure."     "Rocket was working on that, too. Not sure how far he's gotten. Might have found one person so far." he sighs. "But we need more than just numbers. We need to find out what's behind all this. There has to be a reason they've suddenly become so much more aggressive. My money is on a new queen. A much more ambitious one."
Gigas	"And what of it?" asks Gigas, mildly exasperated but then calming, "What matters it? Will you send an ambassador? Negotiate when they have killed so many? The Brood hunt, they infect, they consume. They are a predator race more likened unto the concept of demons then they are a Shi'ar or a Daxamite. It not as simple as a squabble between the Shiar and the Kree over territory."
Mon-El	Lar scoffs. "Yeah, an ambassador." he remarks sarcastically. "What I meant is we get rid of whoever's leading the charge. They're a hivemind, it'll throw them into disarray. Hopefully that'll give us the opportunity to drive them back to their own territory."
Gigas	"You are not wrong but you my underestimate the logistics of such a thing. Locating the center of the hive mind and then leading the charge to destroy it would still require a great breakthrough of their defenses and preventing them from gaining more numbers. Such a being is undoubtly nested deep and safely within their territory." notes Gigas, "It would take incredible power and strategy and even should a small team manage to infilitrate it would undoubtly be suicidal..."
Mon-El	"That's why I said we need more than just numbers." Lar answers. "We need people who would be well-suited to what we need to do. People who can help us come up with a plan to draw them out. Rocket said he thinks they must be after something specific. If we can find out what that is, we can lure their leader out of wherever it's hiding."
Gigas	"Hmm.." This seems to satisfy the giant and he rubs his jaw again, once more producing that rough sound as a mild indication of the strength of his skin. "IF this is true then..that indeed may be an angle to pursue. If it can be discovered and taken before them then it would completely change the direction and intention of the war. It would possibly focus their attention upon a single target, for better or for worse.." Gigas nods his head, "How did Rocket come by this? A guess? He's been wrong before.." Mild salt in that there, given Rocket's slight misinformation that misguided the giant on an attack run back on Rakan-4.
Mon-El	"Educated guess," Lar replies. "Based on their behavior. But I agree with him. This level of aggression obviously isn't normal. There's -something- driving it. We just have to find out -what-."
Gigas	"Normal or simply not something you all have seen in you current lifetime." notes Gigas, "The Brood have evolved this way. Their predator nature is no accident but I will concede that it is an immense galactic conflict and a war that threatens us all. It's certainly a theory to go on." The giant seems..more aware of these matters then one presumes given his usual behavior, abilities and appearence. His expression seems distant, far away, as if he's considering something that can't be seen or perceived. He then shakes his head and says again, "It is a good thing to consider assuming that it does not send Rocket on ..what the Terrans call..a Wild Goose Chase. What is the means he intends to use to uncover this truth? Is there a way to interrogate them and glean something from the hive mind?"
Mon-El	"The way I see it, we don't have a choice. We're outnumbered--we keep burning every planet they touch like Raken-4, there won't be a galaxy -left- to fight over." Lar points out. He frowns, thinking about Gigas' question. "We need to infiltrate the hivemind somehow. Like...get someone infected but somehow prevent them from losing control without the Brood realizing it. Easier said than done, I know. But if push comes to shove, I'll volunteer. I went through it before, I can do it again."
Gigas	"Are you certain?" Gigas seems troubled at the prospect. "Your fortitude is powerful but would a second time be so successful? Your loss would be..considerable and felt.." Tactically - most certainly. Personal loss? Well Gigas isn't going to say -that- outloud is he. "Well continue brainstorming." He turns and begins to step away, "I will consider your earlier chiding and 'walk' for awhile instead of leaping."
Mon-El	"I'm the most likely to be capable of tolerating it." Lar replies with a firm nod. "And at least this time, I'll know what to expect."
Gigas	"I think you should weigh your options." rumbles Gigas, "You should not be so willing to throw yourself into such a situation without a failsafe to help you. You have been captured a number of times and used against your will before. Remember the arena? That says to me that your mind may be more fragile and fractured then you may be considering. Tampering like that, repeatedly, does not strengthen you but can leave cracks that you aren't aware of." Gigas voice is low and firm now, lacking any sort of chiding tone or sense of bemusement. "Still..I suppose you should talk to Rocket about it. It might not even be possible. For now, I leave you.." With that he begins tromping away.