Waning Full Moon
A week or so has passed, during which the pack has slowly integrated themselves into the community. They patrol in the nights and socialize in the days, attempting to keep abreast of the issues plaguing their territory. In particular, there seems to be a problem with all the homeless being shunted from NYC out into the Hamptons area, clashing heavily with the nouveau riche. There is little time to dwell on such things however, as Waffles has a vision of falling from the skies and burning like a star.
A bit of investigation reveals a new spirit has entered the lighthouse and taken shelter in the lens. The spirit was so small and so weak as to nearly escape notice, and yet something about the lens seemed to amplify the tiny thing’s strength – at least enough to deliver a message. When any member of the pack touched it, they received the same vision Waffles endured, of falling from the sky and burning as they hurtled toward the earth. Uncertain about what the meaning was, the pack decided to feed the little spirit gnosis, bit by bit. Once every member had done so, an amazing display of strength opened the very umbra before them, sucking the pack into another location in the Spirit.
They landed in front of the New York City Center for Space Science Education’s penumbra, barely having the chance to regain their bearings before an enormous spirit with the appearance of a hulking beetle came crashing out from inside the building. Rather than assaulting the clearly wounded creature, they attempted to console it, mollifying the thing just in time to get a look inside. It appeared that a horde of identical Men in Black sort of figures were assaulting the more insect-like spiritual presence of the area. Waffles discerned the MiBs had no true spiritual substance, but were more like simple constructs. The pack decided to help the Weaver spirits instead, and began their attack.
It was a brutal battle as the pack discovered these constructs were built with immunity to the Weaver spirits’ abilities in mind. At best, the local forces could inconvenience and distract while the Garou took them down. They boasted laser-like weaponry that burned fiercely, nearly killing Jules in a perfectly timed salvo that sent him into a frenzy and left one of his arms dangling uselessly at his side. Though it would heal, he still bears a brutal, curving burn scar across his bicep from shoulder to elbow.
In the end, the pack stood victorious. The Weaver forces seemed to dissipate into webbing, swirling together in the central lobby. While it coalesced, the pack discovered several crayon drawings in the break room with strong spiritual resonance and reflections. Resonance of inspiration and innovation; dreams of humanity’s future among the stars. Once the Queen of the local spirits formed in the guise of a towering, regal mantis looking equal parts alien as insect, she explained that they were once mere drones of the pattern web, but the vast amount of hopes and dreams centered on space travel had helped empower many facilities such as this around the world, changing the spirits to something more independent.
There was a careful discussion over whether it was wise to assist spirits of the Weaver, even if they had been altered and infused by humanity’s focus. In the end, it was decided that this enemy wanted to crush humankind’s inspiration where space travel was concerned, and was thus a greater threat than the local spirits could pose. Upon agreeing that they would assist the Queen against her enemy, she revealed that it was something called a Technomancer. A human will-worker using technology to fuel her odd ‘magick.’ She warned them that it would be remarkably powerful and unpredictable, but the pack steeled themselves and prepared to assault her from the umbra, where they could see her spirit reflection blazing like a bonfire.