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Hart had become one of the more higher ranking seed sewers since the launch of the invasion top side from Atlantis. Still, he didn’t exactly feel confident in his role as a “senior seed sewer”. He especially didn’t as he turned around to view the two ‘new recruits’ that was suppose to be accompanying him topside.  “Names Slate,” The tall sucho said as he shook his feathers,”I came to assist with uh.. the seed sewing.” He said a bit mumbled as he looked over at the ...

Cathedral was not keen on sticking around the dome for any longer than she needed to, but she could tell it would take quite the marvel of engineering to escape out of here. Sure, she could fly up past all of the trees and look around and get her bearings that way, but that truthfully just sounded like an easy way to get spotted and captured again after the Gang put forward all that work to help her escape. Not to mention she had already scouted out several esca...

Neyrelle had spent the better half of (what she was pretty sure was the day) scouting about Atlantis for passageway into the Queen’s treasury. She had made it this far alone and relying on her clever confidence, but now it seemed almost impossible to make it any further without some assistance. At the very least she would need someone to watch her back when she snuck into the treasury to get what she could before the entirety of Atlantis was filled with seawat...

Hart was pretty tired of dealing with work. He was mostly just excited to head back to Atlantis. Between leaving with Lobo to the expedition site and the tireless work from Opal digging and finally working with and training the basics to Hippocampus he was exhausted. He just wanted to go home.. But with the seismic activity, how much longer would he even have a home? If the seawater kept coming..  He tried not to thi...

The time that Hart had spent with Opal had been exhausting to say the least - but finally he had been given a new assignment. This assignment was something a bit different than he was use to- it was another seed run like he was use to, but this time his partner was a rather.. Interesting character.  “My name is Hippocampus.” He had said, looking a bit awkwardly at Hart,”You can just.. Call me Hippo. If you want, of course.” Hart stared down at the juvenile Oviraptor. It...

Hart was a bit relieved to be assigned to work alongside a Euoplocephalus. The typical pair up for a Oviraptor was another fellow Oviraptor- after all, their small and nimble bodies moved through the vegetation above ground a lot easier than that of the Iguanadons and Euos. That speed and dexterity allowed for more efficient and wide spread seed planting, so it only made sense.. Even if Hart had the feeling that it was also because Oviraptors were considered “...

Cathedral had made it a point in surveying The Gang’s land of any ill-doers- in particular the rise of the Atlanteans. She already had a fair amount of scuffles with the seed-sewers and the their guards alike. After being freed from their prison by her Gang members there was a particularly strong vendetta against the Atlanteans as well as those two no-good raptors that had been the reason she got into that mess in the first place. She couldn’t believe they l...

Since going to the surface for the first time Hart was more than happy to return to the carnivorous plants of the Atlantean jungle. He had a rucksack twisted over his side made of crudely woven together hide- his job as an Oviraptor was to serve as a scout as well as bring back collectibles from the surface. He was expendable, but as long as he brought back goodies he hoped that the others in Atlantis would find him useful. Today in particular he had been approa...