Murphy made a suggestion to his otherworldly partner.
He figured that, given their habit of holding meetings to discuss everything, big or small, it might take a while to get a response. So after finishing his conversation with the contact, he went back to the swamp exclusion zone to continue shaping the terrain around the edge of the Gray Desert.
But he hadn't even been playing this cheerful "map-painting" game for an hour when Sister Cement came running over from Base R-9 again, looking thoroughly exasperated.
"They agreed."
Sister Cement said,
"They made their decision so quickly that it actually worries me. Are they hiding something about what's happening over there? Is it really that bad?"
"Not likely."
Murphy waved a hand.
"No matter how extreme the Warp's chaotic psychic contamination gets, it still has its limits. Changing the world's rules is only the first step. You've studied psychic erosion, so you know how complicated it is to turn even a portion of several billion people into psychically compatible individuals.
Even if the world's rules are different, that process is still measured in decades.
And before the world's psychic energy concentration exceeds a certain threshold, even the shadows of the Warp can't pull off much. At most, they can release a few contaminating memes, and with the other side's level of technology, detecting them shouldn't be difficult.
Most importantly, they already know who the enemy is and are familiar with its methods. By studying Transia's history, they can effectively guard against the various ways Chaos infiltrates.
This is the defensive phase.
Our partners clearly understand the value of being prepared. Once the open beta gets underway on a large scale, that means they'll be starting proper 'military training.' Given their level of mobilization, it's an open question whether Chaos can