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Embassies: Elcor, Golden Dragons, The Empire of Tamriel, Axiom Supercluster, The Erviadus Galaxy, Terra Magna, Realm of the Whispering Winds, The Exalted Lands, Rostil, Arconian Empire, The Local Cluster, The Alterran Republic, Aorda, The Milky Way Galaxy, Avadam Inn, Zentari, and 11 others.Gholgoth, Eladen, Astyria, Meillur, The Hole To Hide In, The Forgotten Lands, World Conference, Ancerious Galactic, The Raxus Empire, The Astral Union, and The Alterran Confederacy.
Today's World Census Report
The Nudest in Hoshizora
After exhaustive surveys, the World Census calculated which nations have the greatest acreages of flesh on public display.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 9,952nd in the world for Nudest.
|1.||The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns||Civil Rights Lovefest Nation-Hating Hippies||“Imperium aeterna.”|
|2.||The High Command of The Lost Imperial Fleet||Left-Leaning College State Deluded Tax and Spend Hypocrites||“For the Imperium!”|
|3.||The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a||Anarchy Lawless Wasteland||“Per Aspera Ad Astra”|
|4.||The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony Republic||Corrupt Dictatorship Corrupt Liberal Dictatorship||“Only united may we reach.”|
|5.||The Solar Expanse of Oasisa||Democratic Socialists Hell||“We live!”|
|6.||The Ithrak Domain of Angelarium||Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Liberal Dictatorship||“Eternal is the radiance of its azure womb”|
|7.||The Kingdom of Lunalus||Democratic Socialists Hell||“With this, our blood, it is the Hanged King’s”|
|8.||The Restored Empire of Pozania||Corporate Bordello Patriotic Business Zone||“Tradition, Family, and Unity”|
|9.||The Qi Kingdoms of China-Shou||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists||“The eternal energies of this universe will guide us”|
|10.||The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists||“May the moon never set upon the Bez!”|
- : The Emminency of Necunda departed this region for Solitude.
- : The Restored Empire of Pozania arrived from Balder.
- : The Holy Dominion of Luuman arrived from The Alterran Confederacy.
- : The Borderlands of Nubyss arrived from The East Pacific.
- : The Confederation of Lost Childs of L Empire arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Solar System of Taurgha arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The orokin fleets from "Beastman" to "Huscarl - Orogh Ihnys the Gael" in Hoshizora.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea from "Radningarn - Tripur Fatimajtattoktir" to "Radningarn - Tripr Fatimajtattoktir" in Hoshizora.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea from "Radningarn - Trpur Fatimajtattoktir" to "Radningarn - Tripur Fatimajtattoktir" in Hoshizora.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The Athailian Solar Empire of Honour Guard from "Skeletor" to "Huscarl - Æþæl Skulenbone" in Hoshizora.
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Elise nodded, “I had deduced that perhaps you were not from this world. I shall keep this in mind when I treat him. Thank you for the warning, and your confidence.” She smiled a little, but maintained her stern face.
Upon entering the room, Elise nodded to Jazmin. “Hello, uh, I’ll assume the one on the floor is the one in need of help.” She approached snd started administering penicillin, and started checking over his general physical condition.
Jazmin creeped towards Filia and whispered to her, “is it me or does she sound like that ai?”
Liline merely looked at his tail as it appeared from his sleeve and responded with an indifferent look. “Such rudeness. A lady like me deserves a proper gentleman, not a crass bloke!” Her stern look turned to a smirk and she turned her head straight head. “Oho? Not a lucky man, does that mean my escort is full of gambling arrears? Spent too much money on the hounds eh?” She sneered and got serious again, “Aah, I suppose I can see the issue then. Well... perhaps we can find something to do then? But first, lunch! How does a cafe strike you?”
Ilox looked up at the rather nervous Fraph and she was rather amused by her uncertainty. The OMNI Commander actually got a bit of a smile on her face from it, as she did not at all mind. She wasn't a overly strict person, and she did not blame Fraph for being nervous in regards to meeting a new species and culture filled with people you don't know. She was a leader of soldiers, not a diplomat or explorer, and her troops clearly respected her. That meant she was not weak, simply not in her element. Besides, perfect social skills were hardly a requirement for a tactician. So Ilox had a positive reception to the big, lost Baroness.
She simply decided to shake some of Fraph's fingers, as she couldn't shake the whole hand. The oddly sultry voice got an amused eye raising from Captain Maltoi since he wasn't expecting one larger than a Taurus to have such a voice, getting a small smile from him as well. Ilox responded calmly, not at all minding the delay, "That we are, both pushed into traveling the ether after being pushed from our homes. Your fleet is impressive, I must say. And I commend you for dealing with Apex as well, or at least one batch of them. They're a troublesome bunch, and ones I know all too well. Your subordinates spoke well of you, so it's a pleasure to meet you. As I am sure you can guess, I would like to be on good terms with your House of Vengeance, so I'll follow along with the procedures here. Mithra said I needed to meet with you before we could wander about the fleet, so what sort of things do you need me to do? Oh, and I suppose I should introduce the two with me. This is Marine Captain Maltoi, he is a Taurus and a close quarters combat expert." Maltoi gave a wide smile and a wave with his hand. He stayed silent for now however, even despite a clear wish to talk, since he was not granted permission to do so by the commander. Ilox then gestured to the Ialao, "And this is Captain Sysglow, she's an Ialao and more of a technical person." Sysglow simply gave Fraph a nod, before glancing about again to get more looks at the fighter craft in the hanger she seemed to be curious about.
Far from the bounds of the empire deep in uncharted ether or perhaps simply uncharted by the Bezannians, a lone ship sailed. It was a standard Bezannian sloop, a small and light civilian craft. The ship couldn’t have been bigger than fifty metres or so. Across the ship were five crew, a Fatimazda named George was at the helm. He wore a blue woollen jacket and grey trousers, with a long smoking pipe in his mouth. He wore a pair of binoculars around his neck and steered the ship through the endless etherwaves. A cup of tea sat on a table nearby and he lifted it to sip it.
The door to the bridge opened up and an Âne in wellies and a grey jacket entered the bridge, removing his cap, “Cap’n, we’ve got a planet on the range finder. Orograph shows it’s got plenty of landing sites too.”
The fatimazda turned his head, “tell the stripes in the back to get their kit together.” The Âne nodded and put his cap back on before leaving the bridge. Clovis headed down the length of the ship, stopping as he heard the crack of a gunshot. Turning his head over, he spotted a Measctha holding a rifle and firing at the ether.
“Star blasted!” The woman shouted, “Bleeding sharks trying to sneak up on us! Oh, sorry if I startled you, Mister Clovis.”
The Âne raised his hand, “No worries from me, Saoirse. Just keep killing the finned bastards.” He turned again and headed down into an engine area. Passing by whirring and clanking machines, he found two Creach, a man and a woman, elbow deep in engine guts and grease. Clovis shouted, “Oy, Isabella, John, Cap’n wants both of you to your kit!”
The Isabella’s ears wiggled and she popped her head up only to throw a wrench at Clovis. The Âne dodged it and it clanged against the wall behind him, “Piss off! I just got started on trying to fix this ‘ere engine! And now you’re already dragging me away! Fix this, fix that, it’s all the same with you! What? Did the muscle invade your ears too, you crossbreeded rouseabout?”
Clovis grabbed the wrench and shook his head, “Cap’n’s orders, stupide chatte dépouillée...” His voice trailed off as he spoke his insult.
“What’d you say, ya limp-wristed mount? If yer going to insult me, speak the empress’ tongue, shal-lon reprobate.” Clovis left the engine room as Isabelle jumped out from her engine pit, dragging the poor John from it too. She wiped her hands and headed for a locker. Stowing a mechanics aprons and gloves, and grabbing a pair of thick lensed eyeglasses she left the engine room. John following after her shortly.
Meanwhile on the deck, Saoirse slung her rifle and headed into the main cabin. She removed her ether mask and breath equipment, stowing it. Clovis was packing bags in the next room over, Isabella and John joining him. The three worked silently to pack canvas and leather bags with pickaxes, dynamite, and other tools. Saoirse dawned a khaki jacket and wide brimmed hat. Loading up a bandolier with different types of bullets, she patted her holstered pistol, a boot knife, a hip knife, her rifle, then tipped her hat. She suddenly gasped and dug through a locker before pulling out a small flask. Kissing it and grabbing a cigarette case, she slid the two items into her jacket’s pockets.
The ship descended towards the surface of a planet, after preparations had been made. A planet of yellowish hue, one full of wide yellow forests and plains. Imposing mountains and long rivers. George grabbed a telephone from near the helm, “I’ll bring her down in a plain and we’ll see about making some initial spots.” He hung up the phone and shortly after the ship dropped lower. Hovering just above some yellow grassy fields, John and Isabella descended down some rope ladders with large canvas bags of wooden stakes and mallets. The pair hammered stakes into the ground, both wore dirty blue shirts and black trousers with tall boots. Isabella wore a bandana around her neck like a cravat. After hammering in a series of stakes, the pair laid down some large planks in a V shape. Backing away to a safe distance, they waved their arms and the ship slowly came to rest on the small temporary landing pad. The two creach watched as Saoirse came down next, sporting a pair of black shades she hit the ground and stepped away from the ship. Hands in her pockets she eyed the horizon. Finally Clovis and George came down.
Without knowing it, the quintet had set foot on Dynar.
As the blue sun roze upon the horizon, its diamond-like glow shone through the windows of the wooden hut of Juro’bein Ta’ishian. Its glow warmed the cold dark oak like wood. Juro’bein himself could feel the warm diamond blue light slowly wash over him. As the light continued to pour in as the sun roze, Juro’bein slowly sat up, letting out a long guttural yawn, before stepping out of bed. His clawed feet made a clicking noise as they touched upon the warm oak wood of the floor. He stretched his back and looked around. His wooden hut was simple, but quite beautiful in its simplicity. Long oak boards nailed together perfectly. It’s walls are covered in parchment with small spiral galaxies stretching across them. Across his bed was a small cabinet, with a clay galaxy on top, with candles surrounding it. Below it hung a painting of a tall figure, clad in red robes, with a large golden chest piece draped over them. The painting wore a strange and regal headgear, it was silver and arched up, with bends in the side, with two eyes slits and a mouth and in his left hand he held a towering silver staff, which was covered in swirls and glistening stars.
He took a deep breath and approached the cabinet. He pulled open one of its drawers and pulled out a small rug and laid it down. The rug was a simple white rug, with little triangles of black knitted into it. He rolled it out in front of the painting and clay structure and kneeled, the bristles on his knees bending slightly as they touched the soft rug. He bowed his head to the painting before muttering. “Oh Divine Adonai, who possesses and makes all creation and our blessed Father Gabriel, speaker of Adonai. I ask you both to continue to guide me on a peaceful life, I pray for you to bless my children and to keep them safe in combat, I pray that you bring my children much honor in war.” He said softly as he repeated them twenty one times. Before sitting up and standing, and feeling a slight pinch of pain causing him to wince slightly as his knees buckled and popped as he stood.
He bowed one more time to the painting and rolled up the rug, giving it a slight kiss before he put it back into the drawer. He then bowed again before he approached his closet. His closet was made of a similar fine oak, with swirls carved into it. He pulled out a simple black cloth shirt, and beige cloth pants. He then entered his bathroom and turned on the water. The jet blue water rushing into the tub quickly. He pulled off night rags, watching to make sure the cloth didn’t tear upon the bristles and sharpened spikes dotted across his arms. He then stepped into the tub, his feet less clicking and more of a loud clunking sound against the clay. He began washing his chitin like brown skin, taking rags and cleaning the bristles and spikes across his body. Cleaning any grime from them. Once he was done he stepped out of the bath and thanked Adonai for the blessed water, and promptly got dressed and stepped out towards his kitchen.
His kitchen was of a similar simple design to the rest of his hut, his cobble stove, perfectly designed in its masonry while being quite small, with a small tea kettle sitting on top. His table was laid out, bowls put out the night before, three to precise. One for him, and two for his sons if they ever returned home. He let out a melancholy smile at that idea. There was a set of wooden cubbard on either side of the kitchen. He walked towards them, and pulled out some orange leafs, his personal mealworm farm and some golden wheat he kept in bags. He pulled out a large cooking bowl and poured some water in, he plucked out five plump mealworms, dropped them in and poured in the wheat, he then took several of golden leafs and plopped them in as well. He quickly pulled out a spoon and a large mixer and began smashing into the mix, crushing the mealworms inside and mixed them in with the wheat and leafs. He let out a little prayer thanking the mealworms for their life, as he continued to spin and crush. Mixing the various ingredients into a fine paste like substance. He then walked over and poured it into his bowl and began to eat, the slit of his mouth opening wide as he slowly ate the paste inside of his bowl.
Once he was finished, he took the bowls and placed them in his sink. He wash them later. He then walked towards the door, slipping on his sandals and putting on his wheat straw like hat that protected him from the sun and picked up his wheat carrying basket. He stepped out of his home and entered the streets.
The streets of his little village were bustling, with mothers taking their daughters to matchmakers and suitors. With sons battling with fake swords, with shopkeepers selling various meats and breads. He smiled, as he walked through the streets. Whistling slightly as he walked, admiring the golden leafs on the tree’s. Suddenly a piercing noise was heard, it was quiet at first but grew louder and louder, until he had to drop his basket to put his hand over his ears. He looked around seeing others doing the same. He also noticed a family looking in absolute shock up at the sky, there hands fallen to their sides. He was curious what they were staring at, until he saw it and his jaw dropped.
A massive ship, passing through the atmosphere, its engines blazing. He all but fell on his knees as he stared at it, as it landed towards the field he worked at. Slowly more and more people saw it, and then their was mass panic as families rushed around. Soldiers nearby tried to calm down the crowds, as they tried to relay a message to any command post nearby about what's happening.
On the fields
As the crew landed upon the fields, there was this uncanny feeling of being watched, as the golden wheat swayed violently as the ship's engines turned off. The feeling of being watched continued, and Isabella would be the first to spot them. A group of about a dozen alien men. They were brown skinned, their skin itself resembling a mixture of flesh and chitin. Their heads were oddly shaped with plates of overlapping chitin skin, creating dense plates over the skull. The creature's mouth was a diangle slit across its face. The aliens were wearing straw hats, black shirts and baige pants, each had a pair of sandals on, and were carrying hoes and massive baskets full of the golden wheat. Piercing out of their clothes were pricks, bristles and spikes, which dotted the creatures arms and legs.
The creatures simply stared in awe, perplexed and afraid of the crew as they staired at them. One of them dropped his hoe, another his basket, and soon the group of farmers had begun backing up slowly muttering something to themselves as they slowly walked backwards through the wheat field keeping their eyes on the crew.
Thomane System, Confederation Space
Eanisk-class corvettes were primarily designed nearly perfectly. They spent an immense amount of time being looked over by Confederate shipwrights and artifical intelligence. The frame itself was usually first, as the internal components were laid in and the hull was designed with the aid of an organic being, usually a Ticonin to pour over each small detail in electronics and component quality. This time however, this particular ship, the River Breaker was overseen by a human. Ticonins largely tended to not make mistakes, as craft was their life, and humans generally only tended to ships if other ships required aid at the time with repairs or retrofits.
A critical part of every ship was of course navigation, tied to the SCHISM AI. The AI itself interfaced with a secondary computer purely designed to calculate Ether lanes and storms, and aligning and recharging the sails. One circuit had a microimperfection, which would've been noticed had it not been for the Vok diplomatic team due for the vessel. It had to be hurried, and the imperfection was passed over. Now while traveling the Ether lane, the navigation terminal made a serious miscalculation and shut off the sails. The AI noticed and engaged the failure protocols, firing off its emergency buoys and a Raven Surveilance Craft as it exited near the planet of Thomane. The violent force in which the ship had been shunted had damaged the main engines used for sublight travel, and it soon entered a rapidly decaying orbit as it viewed the citadel below.
The AI engaged its second and third failsafe, diverting all of its power to shields and communications, sending a brief burst of binary and expending its last buoy into orbit near the Raven. The third failsafe was engaging the crew in a powerful stasis field so they wouldn't be ragdolled. Soon enough as it breached the atmosphere and the friction burned into its energy shielding, it no later slammed into the ground and slid for a solid forty seconds as the kinetic energy was expended. The ship then allowed its stasis field to fail when the AI had judged the energy was gone, and kept its shields online.
Captain Lexuius cursed under her breath, as the RAU drones and soldiers were reorganized. The Vok diplomat, Aithanar slowly stood up as he and the two guardians the Vok had attached as a diplomatic courtesy regained themselves. The crew checked their suits, as two Diplomatic Security Task Force soldiers moved forward to the airlock in DMAS-100 MK1 armor, before opening it. Their suits would judge the air and if it was toxic to their bodies, as they slowly surveryed the area, using the shipwreck as a cover.
As the Corvette, in its immaculate near-perfect form passed by the ancient derelict satellites. Designs of an unknown origin, whose layout almost resembled noneuclidean geometry. These ancient spirals made of metal unknowable to the denizens below, dotted with swirls and bending path way’s which orbited above Thomane, whose technology borders on magic, technology unknown and forgotten to the denizens of Thomane, it sputtered like a heart beat, its long dormant nervo systems, blaring to life as it not just detected, but felt the corvette pass by. The “Satellite” if such a mortal word could be used to describe such a being, slowly restored to life. Many of its systems are broken, and need extreme repair after eons of disrepair and sleep. But the few systems it did have were operating, sputtered as it began a scan of the craft, looking for life signs and brain waves as it poured over the ship.
It’s “sensors” again if a mortal word could be used to describe such long forgotten technology, poured over a ship and in a few seconds, produced a diagnosis of the craft and its inhabitants. Fifty four in total, its ship stretched hundred meters long and was primarily powered by artificial intelligence. The Satellite tried to scan further, for weapons, materials it was constructed out of, and purpose. But those instruments had all died out ten millennia ago. So it sighed, and began pondering its message. It needed to at least inform Lord Knight 1;1 about the encroaching vessel, but what would get his attention. Thus it flicked through its language database and hymned in approval as it found the Language of both its master and the Seraphs creator, Gabriel. Thus it began whirling up, its psychic instruments drumming up as its “heart” pounded and its message began to be weaved together. Once it was finished, its mental array pointed towards the mighty sanctuary fortress, and it let out a massive psychic wave, hoping it would crack through the numbskulls mental defenses.
In the sanctuary
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Past the gates of Elijah, decorated in magnificent golds and silvers, with gemstones numbering as many as the stars themselves in the sky. Weaving through the mighty corridors, whos murials stretch as long as cities, depicting cataclyismic battles and magnificent birth. Through spirals the size of mountains, made of the purest silver. Past mighty towers, which towered over even the tallest of mountains. These towers, made of gold and metals of a beautiful but unknowable color, towered so high clouds themselves formed around them, with a roof of most beautiful blue. Past this are libraries, libraries which stretch hundreds of miles long, and whos tomes touched the skies itself. Knowledge contained in this, unknowable even to the Lord Knight himself. Weaving through this, are monumental bridges of pure light, which bridge over cliffs and abyss’s. Finally we reach the final hallway’s, made of pure light, they all encroached on one final room. A room of gold and silver, and a mural the size of a dozen cities spanning over its back wall. A mural of mighty Gabriel (reference
) stood triumphant.
Under the mighty Murial, which seemed to stand defiant against all, was but a simple wooden throne. There sat Lord Knight 1;1, his flowing hair cast across his back as he was in his twelfth hour of daily prayer, his white eye’s clenched shut as he muttered his prayers. His peace was soon disrupted by an itch on his head, he tried to ignore it, but soon the itch grew into a mighty pain on his forehead. Then a pain in his mind, which burned. Burned of fire. He tried to refocus and try to cast this pain out, cast it out of his mind. But the pain was metamorphosing into words...words of his Creator, of his mentor, best friend and most important father figure. These words spoke out to him, they coursed through his mind like an unrelenting river, before finally stopping and slowly dissipating to simple whispers.
Lord Knight 1;1, master of the Seraphs, Destroyer of the Corruptos Zegreus, firstborn of the Seraphs and Gabriels personally chosen. He stood, tall and mighty, white hair flowing. Eye’s pure as white calculating, and quickly marched over to a fortress matrix that laid in the throne room. He pressed a few buttons into its holographic display, and began speaking a message which would be broadcasted across the sanctuary fortress. “Attention, brothers and sisters, it is I the Lord Knight 1;1. I have been informed, by something baring our creator's voice and language, was it him or some ancient construct. I do not know. But I do know, it has warned me of a xeno vessel has landed upon our world, their purpose, their message, their arms are totally unknown. What is known is that there are fifty four of them. We must approach with extreme caution and wury, but not hostility. Thus I am sending Chaplin Sister 14;1 and Paladin Brother 3;16 to greet them. They have landed on the south end of our world, so Sister and Brother intercept them, be cautious, but friendly in the end and if they come in peace inform me directly...we will go from there. May Father Gabriel and Creator on High Alohai protect us and guide us.” he finished and he walked back to his throne and sat down. It had been many, many millennia sense the confederation last encountered a race that was unknown, would these xeno prove to be friend or foe. All life was of Alohai’s creation wasn’t it. But life was damned upon the first war between Yoth and the Aborant and the Annihilation event by Sehkemet which came after. So...Lord Knight 1;1 returned to prayer, deeper then he has in millenia.
As the suits stepped out and scanned the atmosphere, they find it to be perfectly fine, infact more then perfect. The suits picked up, that almost any living thing could breath in the air and be perfectly fine. The air also seemed to have odd but unique taste as the suits scanned it, it smelling and tasting of the finest luxuries in life. Aithnar also spotted surrounding them untold beauty. Their were roses more vibrant then they had ever seen. Grasses of finest green which weaved peacefully through the wind.
The Climate itself was also in a sort of perfect zone, with a semi tropical feel to it, as the diamond blue sun shined over them. But unlike tropical worlds, it was not overly hot, but a nice soothing warm, with a nice calming light breeze flowing over them. They looked further though, they spotted it. Something which could only be described as a continental in size. A towering fortress which pierced the clouds. It was covered with massive buttresses. It was dotted with statues of robed men, each holding something in their hands which they couldn’t exactly make out from this distance. City sized stained glass paintings of what looked to be depicting stories creation, its outside was ordained in various golds and marbles, its pure whites reflecting and seemingly merging with the pure golds as the light of diamond colored sun clashed against it.
surrounding the fortress were similar sized mountain chains which seemed to stretch on and on into the horizons. The fortress towered over even these mountains, making the smallest among them look like a mere ant hill’s.
A hand lifted a small vial of wax from a burner and poured it onto a letter. Grabbing a stamp, the hand flipped it to align the cipher and pushed it into the wax. After a few seconds, the stamp was lifted. Revealing a purple seal, with a crown and opposing Tiger and Lion, and in the center an SRI initial. Picking up a phone, a claw pushed a button at the bottom of the gilded handle.
“I’m ready now.” An old and tired voiced spoke into the phone.
“Yes, majesty.” The receiver was set down.
The doors to the room opened swiftly, and a human with receding hair and a well groomed moustache in an all black morning suit entered the room. “Would you like the curtains opened? Tea?”
“No thank you, Reginald,” the old voice spoke, “But perhaps some sun would do me good, fetch my Lady’s Maid and the doctor. I’d like to be checked before the event.”
“At once, majesty.” He took the letter and left the room. On the way out he snapped his fingers and a servant in a tuxedo ran over. “Fetch the first lady’s maid and send for the doctor.” The servant bowed and ran off. The man then headed for a nearby stairwell, and briskly walked down the carpeted stairs. He walked through many hall ways before coming to a covered driveway. A different servant wearing a long coat and tophat was sitting on a wooden chair. “To the porte-cochère.” The man in the coat bowed his head and took the letter. Tucking it into a leather case, he grabbed an umbrella that was leaning against his chair and hopped into the sidecar of motorcycle. The vehicle sputtered to life as it drove down a gravel driveway, across the approach to the palace, past the fountains and grand escalade, and too the Funicular Station. Passing through many iron gates, past many guards, the servant boarded the funicular which jolted and started a steady descent down. Reaching the bottom of the hill with a ding he approached a door and slid it open. Stepping away from the funicular, he approached a small wooden office. Stepping out from the office was yet another servant, wearing a waistcoat and trousers with no jacket. The servant in the coat handed the leather case to the man in the waistcoat who nodded briskly and headed into the office. The man in the coat turned and headed back to the funicular while the one with the case grabbed a phone handle.
“Bring up a car and courier to the porte-cochère, yes, yes. Enfilade and Turning Catch. Yes, that’s right you heard the right code. Now step too, man.” He hung up the phone.
A minute later a black coupe drove into the porte-cochere from deeper in the underground carpark. Two men were inside, both wearing top hats, frock coats, and cloaks. The man in the waistcoat handed the passenger the leather case.
“This is going to the golden mountain, urgently.” The gate of the cochère opened and the car took off down the street. The imperial standard on the flag flapped in the wind as the black car with purple accents sped down King Henry Boulevard. It reached Dunkleshire in about forty five minutes and boarded a waiting ethership docked in a jetty. Onboard the ship was a small compliment of Imperial Marines as well as the two agents.
The ship reached Heord with haste, having used etherfoils to scream across the lanes on urgent business. As the ship approached Iammelonain space, the captain signaled Union communications.
“Union Etherlane Traffick Control, this is the HIMY Queen of Maryburgh. I carry two representatives of Her Imperial Majesty, Shanalotte. They have urgent business with Lord, er, President Tyfrondor. Hysebarrow Palace sent a communication informing you of our intent. Advise and confirm the meeting of representatives’ destination is the Golden Mountain on Heord and not Government House on Javalus, over.”
The soldiers kept their composure, one of them speaking into comms: "Gaia world. Citadel structure located." One of them swung binoculars over from their utility belt and peered at it for a time, then peered at the sky, taking out what appeared to be a spyglass to do so. "Buoys are online." He said after a bit, then listened into his comms. "Copy that Captain, standby." Commander Valshan then ordered a makeshift perimiter defense set up under the corvette's energy shielding. Metallic barriers interwoven with miniature shield generators and trenches dug rapidly, with overwatch teams looking around the area.
The Vok team under Aithanar rotated on occasion, waiting for the natives to arrive, as Commander Valshan oversaw security, and the captain oversaw repairs. The emergency buoys began to transmit towards Delmah space, sending off an emergency code: zero.
The great blue Dragon listened to each of their answers to his question, and found it quite amusing that each of them seemed to fall on distinct parts of the spectrum of whether or not they liked being on a ship. Sieg, as he expected, was not fond of it at all. Melyphis gave an answer that Tamour did want to hear, as it confirmed to him that she was quite alright with being a ship, which was good. He was an Admiral above all after all, which meant his close subordinates being able to enjoy space travel was a good thing to have. Yajana's answer meanwhile did speak of her inexperience in comparison, but it wasn't all to surprising. She hadn't picked out preferred environments yet, and was instead more concerned with the people. Mierl, Tamour knew, was also in that camp. Watrike were quite adaptable and could quickly adjust to wherever they were needed in deployment. It was one of their great strengths. All the same, it was good information to confirm, so he nodded his head, "Good to know, for all of you. As a leader it's quite important for me to know where each of you are most comfortable, as that informs where you will in turn best perform. I cannot simply gather up merely one group who purely loves space travel or purely loves the ground, flexibility is good. So Sieg, it seems you may have your position in being part of the away teams! Of course, in my personal stance, I quite like space. Being aboard a ship is my preferred environment. Seeing the beauty of space and cruising through the Ether is a special feeling, and one I hold dear. Perhaps the three of you cannot appreciate it as much, but we Golden Dragons of Heord have a different relationship to space. I can still remember a time before the concept of a starship was even present in the mind of the majority of Golden Dragons. Many of my kind in fact are from the time before Tyfrondor took over as Grand Drake and rose us up as part of Iammelon. Maybe it is childish, but I still remember the joy of leaving Heord for the first time aboard a shuttle, and the wonders it opened up for me. That was many, many years ago. But between the times before and after I stepped aboard that first ship, every time I would say that the times that came after held the greatest and happiest moments of my life. Perhaps that is why I enjoy spaceships so."
Meanwhile, Aloni smirked even harder as she saw Sieg look away, she could tell she hit a mark. She simply chuckled in response, "Sure, sure. Certainly your superior, in more than one way at this rate, hm? Besides, if I didn't know better, I would say you say you were interested in the very opposite of dooming your race. Much more looking to expand, one could even say! How selfless." Her smug energy grew stronger.
The shuttle ride up was fortunately quite quick, giving Sieg an escape route as the shuttle landed within Tamour's flagship and the shuttle opening up. The Dragon got up and spoke, "We'll be heading out very soon to the front. As a response to the Confederacy attacking Proscore, we will strike back and move to attack Cuthia. We're going to try and surprise them, but there'll still be a fight. Preparations have been long made, so we will be leaving without much delay. Melyphis, you will stay with me on the bridge. Yajana, Sieg, you two will head to the barracks and join up with the troops there. In particular, you will be going with the Marines. Cuthia has multiple orbital defense platforms, and we will taking some of them. After that, we will have to take its important moon, Garden. I will inform all of you of the proper plans when are closer. Right now, make your own preparations. Training, suiting up, getting yourselves in order. Go." With that, he moved out towards the bridge. Mierl gestured for the way towards the barracks, as he knew well his way around the ship.
Rovin seemed rather impressed by the mention of the power she would have, "Making things of raw material? Handy power. Certainly good for survival, so she's probably fine on that front. Although, being a Sin of Pride of all things, something tells me she wouldn't be too complacent. In turn however, let's hope she's living a nice life and not troubled by all the criminals. Worst case scenario I can see really is that she decided to join up with people like Apex. Would certainly be quite a terror to merchants."
Her sudden rolling over seemed to take Rovin by surprise, as he was not expecting that. He grew a bit red in the face, but he quickly got determined again to not be defeated so easily. His hands went to the sides of her chest, continuing to massage but he grinned as he looked right into her eyes. "Hot damn, still quite a few. 50 is quite a few to train, but 15 is quite a few to try and raise! Must mean you're quite experienced by now, hm?" The double meaning of that was made clear as he leaned in a bit with a smirk, "Surprised really you still got quite a bit of time to yourself with that many. Do you do it alone or does anybody help you?"
Uzulmira looked back to the book behind her and spoke, "Oh, it was a book about Javalus. The new capital world of Iammelon. Well, been the unofficial capital for some time by the book's reckoning, but it is official now. I want to get myself prepared for the new political landscape, it's always good to be up to date. I don't like to be left in the dark, as you might be able to tell. Perhaps I am not a very important person in the wider political landscape, but I do still have my own interests to try and uphold, so I do my best. It is difficult managing a family like this, but I am its head. So I will do what I can."
She seemed to pause, looking at him carefully to gage how truthful and genuine he was being. After a long moment of silence, she made a small grin, "Heh, the broodmothers, hm? I believe Malgkirgor served with one of them in the Iammelonian Civil War, before the Union's victory. Zemia, I think it was. I don't know her myself, so going to the trouble to ask her seems like quite a lot. But, Zether, I believe you. That is quite the sacrifice to make for the sake of simply understanding yourself, abandoning leadership is not so simply a task. But it does speak to the importance of family for you. I've done my checking about, you didn't exactly leave your daughter in some vulnerable position for her to instantly fail, so that is some good foresight. I know about your Firstborn, your name is one that comes up plenty with a bit of a background search, which I of course performed. You're showing honesty there, and your words and convictions appear to be true as well. I will accept the idea that you will be just as dedicated to my family as you were to yours. Or, I suppose, it would be ours. Expansive families are complicated things, aren't they? Still, while I will take time to adjust... I will trust you for now. Goodness, apologies for being intense. But I am sure you know a thing or two about projecting a proper image of leadership, with that throne of yours. Now come along, Zether. We're going to have our talk in the living room, it's more relaxing. And, in truth, it would be rather awkward to have a Dragon I have only just recently met in my bedroom. It gives off an odd image, I am sure you would understand."
With that, she walked on past him, and into the hallway. Notably, she was still wearing Azultiri's Gauntlet as she left. She marched along towards another room in the massive mountain fortress. It was a more quiet and humble area, with fewer in terms of guards or ornate displays of wealth. It was like a little inner sanctum, secluded and protected even from the guardians of the normal fortress. There they came to a large gate, which had no visible lock. It was covered in orbs and crystals, quite like those in Azultiri's workshop and her other various works. Uzulmira stepped up to it and smiled, "And now, for my daughter's gift." She held up the gauntlet, and it glowed. Soon after, the gate responded, its own gems glowing before giving way, and granting entrance. Uzulmira chuckled, "My daughter likes her theatrics. All of our family have keys built into the gifts she has given us, allowing us entry. My Gauntlet is one, and Malgkirgor has one in the form of an enchanted necklace. You will get one someday, as will Malgkirgor's hatchling. And perhaps she'll include it for that gift she is apparently making your own daughter!" With that however, she went into the room itself.
The room was a large living room. There was a central fireplace, and a number of large, dragon-sized lounging chairs and couches surrounding it. There were bookshelves, some of which were empty, and a large display monitor in a wall placed so that all sitting could see it. There was a small music box sitting atop one of the bookshelves, playing a small little tune. Zether wouldn't recognize it, but it was mostly light humming. Uzulmira seemed to smile slightly at hearing it, before she went over and sat herself down on one of the chairs.
Sister 14;1, walked across the halls of light, their glow blazing across her bronze armor. Ordained Tapestries covered these walls depicting raging storms of creation, the formation of worlds and stars being birthed, these which glowed like Gemstones. Sister 14;1 Turned her head as she felt a tap on her armored rear, her marble like skin reflecting the glowing light. Brother 3;16 stood, adorned in radiant golden armor with dozens of little gems dotting it. His face, the color of chiseled obsidian was covered in a mask of Gold, its expression was calm, the mask lips flattened into one of a dull stare, its golden brow furled in an apathetic expression. She stared at him blinking once before he spoke. "Sister hurry up now." He said as he dashed by.
She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was smiling under that mask. As he turned around, she brought up her bronzed color armored boot and kicked him in his golden rear before letting out a little chuckle and walking by him. "Be hasteful brother." She said as she moved forward. 3:16 following shortly behind.
The pure white of the hall slowly morphed into the massive golden towers, its design covered in ornate angels and robed men looking down upon them, an almost judging glare. They swiftly walked across the bridge, its golden frame hovering over an abyss, which reached down thousands feet into the ground.
As they continued to walk the seemingly endless bridge they eventually stopped. There in front of them stood a statue of Gabriel, carved from the most rare of rubies. Its red glow tinted and reflected the golden surface of the bridge. Its light curving and bending across its structure. The statue itself was of Gabriel, standing tall, his staff in left hand and in his right, three children, each of a separate race, each a child of. Cypherians, Dynas and Krys. They were reaching out and gripping, his thumb, ring finger and middle finger.
The two stopped and slowly kneeled down. "Oh creator Gabriel, speaker of Alohai, wisest of Alohais creations. Please bless us on this mission, I pray that our weapons may not find themselves in use. But foremost I pray for your Children to fall under no harm." Muttered 14;1 as she stood, 3;16 following her lead. They then bowed to statue of Ruby and continued walking, finally approaching the titanic archway of silver which led to a city sized viewing balcony, made of emerald and gold, which drank in the diamond blue light of the sun.
14;1 looked out. Her gem-like eyes glittering in the sun as they gazed upon the horizons. She could touch the clouds as she stepped onto the edge of the balcony and glared out. Her eyes in micro seconds had analyzed the surroundings, the forest and bushes. She analyzed the shadows of mountains and even the smallest glitters of metal. The normal eye could not spot the landing ship as it was mountains away. But her eyes, finely crafted from divine forges, could spot the xeno craft and she spoke. "Brother 3;16 they are over there, we must make our presence known, but do not try to seem hostile." She said as she stood fully on the edge, 3;16 stepping forward as well. She then leaped, with 3;16 following. Wings bursting from their backs as they flew forwards wind dashing through their white wings, and the light circling around them.
At the landing site
One of the soldiers in the trenches would spot something across upon the citadel structure, very faintly he could see through the mountains what looked to be two blurred figures, stepping onto a balcony rail. They then leaped. The soldier then noticed something a bit more alarming, the figures had spouted out wings and seemed to be coming to there position rapidly, hundreds of miles in several seconds.
Before he and anyone else knew it, the two figures had reached their position. With the massive crack of a sonic boom ringing their ears, as the figures landed. In front of the crew, stood two giants. Each at least nine feet tall. The first was a truly elegant looking, beautiful woman. With pristine marble like skin, with not a single blemish or cut. She had blazing red hair, which flowed in the wind gently as she landed. Her body though massive lacked any signs of gigantism, as she stood tall and proud. Bronze looking armor, with streaks of silver going through her midriff, covered her body as she looked down at the crew, her eyes dilating to look at them.
Next to her stood a man. His face covered, by a golden. Its lips unwavering and eyes with a sense of apathy. Tear lines rolled down his mask, these lines ended with two small little diamonds embedded at the end. His hair was a streaming gold, fluttering in the wind. His armor itself was similarly Golden, this golden reflected the light of the diamond blue sun. Underneath his chest plate a light red robe being fluttering, underneath that was a white robe, which draped across the bottom half of his body, but still hovered about an inch above the ground as he stood next to the woman in bronze.
The woman was the first to speak. “Greetings Xeno, I am Chaplin 14;1 of the Order of the Seraphs, grand protectors of Gabriel's children, protector of the faith and proselytizer of his name.” she spoke as she approached them a little more. “We come here seeking your purpose for landing on our world.” she spoke calmly, but her eyes gave off a stern presence, an almost demanding presence as she looked down at the crew.