Not Using a Certain T Word During Alchemy!

[Matreya]

Valashu sighed, hands rushing slowly through his hair. When be pulled back, he rested them against his chin as he leaned forward. It would seem as time passed he was becoming more exhausted with his choices in life. There was not much he originally believed beyond his reach, yet it was definitely growing ever more presently true. It was simple though - he was exerting himself every day, via means of training, working with vod, and handling his executive requirements.

Most recently Valashu had taken an excursion with his fiance, and mother to his child. Harley had wished he would assist her with manufacturing a predator, optimistically from base genomes and up. Scratch cooking if you will. It had gone well, they traveled among stars, moving planet to planet. Not long into their trip, however, they managed to come across a species known as Ee. Their main use pertaining to her species she wanted, was its ability to counter gravity in proximity to themselves. It was not a simple counter though, but an utter negation.

Quite an intriguing ability, no?

But that didn't really have a note toward what situation he was in currently. As always, he was simply being ridden by people that were always hassling, bending his mind and conscious to make money. Same as when he was forced to make Merr-Sonn's HF-1s; all because he had successfully manufactured their Baka Bodygloves.

 

[Matreya]

Since these beauties though, Valashu found he was once more being bothered by all of his board. They bothered, battered, and all around thrummed at his senses, his focus, and his unconscious thoughts. So here he sat, thoughtfully resting his head on hands, mulling through ideas at what could be made to reach a peak he had not before met. Armor? It couldn't be so easy, as he had breached that subject, successfully as well. Weapons? Indirectly his company had raised a hand at such, through assistance of Damien Daemon as he made Jamila, his daughter, her Hand Cannons. Clothing? Boots, amongst potentials from down stream. But, then it hit him...

Gravity. Always an impartial attacker, unintentionally berating every being alive, yet consistent as most things could not be. Ee, as previously mentioned though, had no problems in this fashions as others of all makes did. It was, theoretically, equal to Uller bone, or hides used in making HF-1 boots.

Couldn't he find a means to bring about transferring their power to something of use? Alchemy as a whole tended toward utilizing darkness, evil emotions or intents, harm or death, vilest of notions, to cause a change in things - equal trade for equal gain. Hence needing death of a creature to manufacture their power into a weapon, hide, clothing, et cetera.

"Terrence, get ahold of some hunters for me. Maybe Manda so we can keep it in our people." Valashu said as he began to relax a bit, leaning back just a tad.