[in time, he offers what more he can say about two different events...]
The reason the commander didn't see the same things I saw were because the green-eyed spirits split us up, so to speak. Physically, our bodies were all in the same corridor, but they were able to visit different visions upon us - much the same, I assume, as when half the town entered a dream world and the rest of us were awake. I'm beginning to believe these spirits can show us their memories, no matter how far back they may go.
There is a lab deep in the station, when we found it we could not enter because the room was entirely flooded. If the station's power controls are now repaired, I would like to see if we can drain it and reach it, there were medical tools and supplies as well as more research. It was confirmed that the station's crew was experimenting on the green-eyes, using them as stand-ins for the World Eaters, leaving them alive and intact so they could test their weapons on them. [he has since come to terms with the necessity of it but there's still a vague note of distaste in his voice. If nothing else it was painfully crude and only served to piss off the green-eyes, which is always a bad tactical move] The weapon does work, but I cannot guarantee that the spirits we dispatched are the only ones still lurking on the station.
As for the battle itself...what I feel most important to convey is the impression I got of the World Eater. I was positioned in the control room to use the portal as an emergency measure, so I saw everything at a distance. It looked, for lack of a better description, like a terrifically mutated version of one of the green-eyes. All light seems to fall into it, and every hit scored only increased its abilities. It grew limbs and replaced anything damaged or cut off. Its blood burned. It is strong, and no amount of physical attack can slow it down. We were, essentially, very lucky to have distracted it long enough for Weaver to use the weapon. Upon its destruction, it released a burst of blinding light - and given that I watched it inhale the very light from the Counselor's lantern, I am not surprised that its entire being is made up of stolen light. However, I doubt that the light can be restored to where it was taken from.
I am still assessing the tactical possibilities for dealing with one larger and more powerful, but any small observation from any of the fighters will help. Suffice it to say, blades and firearms will not be enough. It will never be enough.
what are timelines even
The reason the commander didn't see the same things I saw were because the green-eyed spirits split us up, so to speak. Physically, our bodies were all in the same corridor, but they were able to visit different visions upon us - much the same, I assume, as when half the town entered a dream world and the rest of us were awake. I'm beginning to believe these spirits can show us their memories, no matter how far back they may go.
There is a lab deep in the station, when we found it we could not enter because the room was entirely flooded. If the station's power controls are now repaired, I would like to see if we can drain it and reach it, there were medical tools and supplies as well as more research. It was confirmed that the station's crew was experimenting on the green-eyes, using them as stand-ins for the World Eaters, leaving them alive and intact so they could test their weapons on them. [he has since come to terms with the necessity of it but there's still a vague note of distaste in his voice. If nothing else it was painfully crude and only served to piss off the green-eyes, which is always a bad tactical move] The weapon does work, but I cannot guarantee that the spirits we dispatched are the only ones still lurking on the station.
As for the battle itself...what I feel most important to convey is the impression I got of the World Eater. I was positioned in the control room to use the portal as an emergency measure, so I saw everything at a distance. It looked, for lack of a better description, like a terrifically mutated version of one of the green-eyes. All light seems to fall into it, and every hit scored only increased its abilities. It grew limbs and replaced anything damaged or cut off. Its blood burned. It is strong, and no amount of physical attack can slow it down. We were, essentially, very lucky to have distracted it long enough for Weaver to use the weapon. Upon its destruction, it released a burst of blinding light - and given that I watched it inhale the very light from the Counselor's lantern, I am not surprised that its entire being is made up of stolen light. However, I doubt that the light can be restored to where it was taken from.
I am still assessing the tactical possibilities for dealing with one larger and more powerful, but any small observation from any of the fighters will help. Suffice it to say, blades and firearms will not be enough. It will never be enough.