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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 6 others.Gholgoth, Eladen, Astyria, The Hole To Hide In, The Forgotten Lands, and World Conference.
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Trout Fishing Sector in Hoshizora
The World Census conducted frenzied haggling with fishmongers in order to determine which nations have the largest fishing industries.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 9,062nd in the world for Largest Trout Fishing Sector.
|1.||The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns||Civil Rights Lovefest Nation-Hating Hippies||“Imperium aeterna.”|
|2.||The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists||“Endowed to execute the Moon’s Sovereign Purpose”|
|3.||The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony Republic||Psychotic Dictatorship Communist Dictatorship||“Only united may we reach.”|
|4.||The Thassalocracy of Bayanelokavi||Iron Fist Consumerists Champions of Commerce||“If not we, then who?”|
|5.||The Holy Dominion of Luuman||Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Liberal Dictatorship||“Glory to Luuman”|
|6.||The Silence of Czagarn||Moralistic Democracy Ordinary Decent Hardworking People||“Ex pluribus Silentium”|
|7.||The Nebulean Union of Iammelon||Capitalist Paradise Decent Hardworking Self-Starters||“The Nebula Stands Strong, United, and Free!”|
|8.||The Solar System of Taurgha||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists||“Aspera Ad Astra”|
|9.||The Nomadic Flotilla of House of Vengeance||Democratic Socialists Hell||“With the Star blessed Kell, our fall is over!”|
|10.||The Supreme Empire of The Dalek Paradigm||Iron Fist Consumerists Champions of Commerce||“Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!”|
- : Canglong ceased to exist.
- : The Rising interstellar Kingdom of 1st Zerg Hive arrived from Balder.
- : The Royal Federation of The Supreme nation of matheo of the region Matheo proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Gray Flag Brotherhood of Zobertevia departed this region for The Galactics Union.
- : The Oppressed Peoples of Lower Slobbovia of the region The Embassy proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Gray Flag Brotherhood of Zobertevia arrived from Nuovoiork.
- : Embassy cancelled between Ancerious galactic and Hoshizora.
- : The Solar System of Taurgha arrived from Osiris.
- : The Ithrak Domain of Angelarium arrived from Osiris.
- : The Incorporated States of Melons Writing Book arrived from Balder.
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Unfortunately for Quifsy, Aurea was not so entirely stupid as to leave her knowledge of basic reality back at her home's coffee table. On the contrary, the knowledge that Iammelon was completely fine actually and that Sennoshima was not whacked by a creature bearing an ego nearing the size of Masquif's (or any other of his kind) was freely given. "Pfft, well, there's a reason you're a stupid ghost stuck on repeat, and I'm a very much alive... uh... troubleshooter? Yeah, let's go with that title," Aurea shouted back, charging again at the Psion. With less brainpower needed to protect such obvious information, she noticed the energy whip headed her way. Not missing a beat, she rolled under it with seemingly instinctual ease and even slicing it apart with a swing of her sword.
The bullets of the Doctors gun whizzed through the contorted fleshy bark beast, it let out hisses of pain, as bark and flesh regrew over its wounds. One of its contorted, convulsing, throbbing, hands swiped at Doctor, as it refocused its attention towards the rat men, clearly seeing them as a greater threat. It let out another ear piercing, blood chilling shriek, as it seemed to contort more. It’s bodying twisting into abominable, unnatural shapes, gross appendages, which throbbed and almost blinked extended from its fleshy bark, its flesh branches morphing into hideous roaring mouths, with teeth which vibrated and pulsed in its horrendous mouths.
The preacher among the rat men, continued its ferocious assault upon the tree beast. The Green electricity ripped through the beast, burning limbs and cutting massive holes in the creature, which seemed to only heal seconds later as its mass continued to grow as it shot forward. The large rat man, would be the first to open fire. His gun releasing a dozen shots rapidly. The bullets crashing into various parts of the beast, which then began to puff up. The beast roared in confusion, as many of its limbs grew thicker and thicker, poars opening up the creature and green puss spewing out, it shrieked in pain as the limbs got more bloated and bloated, before they exploded. Sending green putrid goop, which stunk of feces, everywhere. The Tree beast fell slightly, as it roared, as the giant ran man began to reload his gun, as the green electricity toar and ripped through the monster. It let out a shriek, as from its mouth more branches came form, jagged and sharp, like rock, and launched forward at the Preacher and the Giant. To only be intercepted, by the jittery dwarf rat creature, who jumped and let out a cackle of madness, as it pulled from its back a tubular device, which then spewed out a substance made of only purest white, the substance shrieked and compelled, seeming to bend reality around it, before it struck the beast, ripping through its new limbs and seeming to utterly disentrate them, with something almost deeper also being disintegrated in the process.
The Tree beast, tried to back away, try to escape from the rat men's advance. The Doctor could see the creature try to skitter away, in fear, in panic, and the rat men pushing forward each one taking great...pleasure in its suffering. He could see the Preacher smirk, with sadistic pleasure as he heard the creature roar in pain from its green electricity, which ripped its limbs apart. He could see the Giants eyes, show delight and wonder as each limb exploded, from its sickly bullets. He could hear the erratic laughter of the other rat man, as the beast roared in pain and seemed to almost be...begging for mercy, as more limbs roze from the creature, trying to defend itself as struck at the rat men. It then shrieked as purple light crashed against it, the moderately sized rat men walking forward, holding the muzzle of his gun out, which produced a massive purple beam which incinerated through the beast.
And before the Doctors eyes, he could see the Rat men all encroach on the creature, blinding fury, joy, hatred, pleasure in all there's, as the creatures body was ripped apart, from electricity, bullets, white reality substance and the purple beam, before all that was left, was a simple twig which tried to crawl away, like a pathetic, fear filled worm. It tried to crawl, before being stepped on by the moderately sized rat man, who then looked up at the Doctor, soon followed by each of rat men also looking at the Doctor. The Preacher was the first one to step forward, and spoke in the most broken basic he had ever heard. “Gree-Greetings, O-oh-Bless-blessing Of -Gabriel, yo-your fo-rm highly intrigues m-e.” he said, as he took several steps forward, his hands still clenched together, as he stared the doctor right in his eyes.
Jazmin seemed just as confused as Filia was, “Harlock, I really don’t think that’s what happened. It’s one thing to have your work being taken from you and then have the end of the world fall on your shoulders, it’s another to actually cause the end of the world yourself!”
Elise actually seemed somewhat offended but remained quiet. “I’m not sure what fuels your theory but nothing I can say will disprove you. I’ve learned people don’t really listen to me anyways. If you don’t trust me that’s fine leave me here.”
Jazmin spoke again, “Even if she caused the end of this world I don’t think just abandoning here down here is the solution though. She still deserves saving along with the rest of the survivors. And speaking if which maybe one of them can confirm your theory?”
The mighty and grand architecture of these downtown establishments showed a sort of power and prestige wielded by the people who operated out of these mighty buildings and towers. Liline would offer some comfort however, explaining that as long as he acted like a true well-to-do he’d fit in perfectly.
Their day marched on slowly and quietly. Liline would eventually muse around a park and enjoy a social outing with Sephus in a more private setting. The park they found was a large greenhouse that served as a botanical garden. The large decorative exterior was only matched by the humidity and somewhat uncomfortable heat of the interior. This botanical garden seemed to specialise in the tropical and warm environment plants and foliage. Brilliant flowers and vines hung over all. As well as species of birds and insects that buzzed and fluttered nearby. Liline would hug Sephus’ arm while inside the garden and as they strolled through the various pathways.
As the day came to a conclusion, the two would find their way back to the train station and take the express rail back to their little home. The green train’s elegant design ferrying them down the Bidean Moran. In rapid time it arrived back at the station they began their day from and the two were able to stroll past the statue in the plaza and to their room back at the public house in which they resided for an early retirement.
“Sephus, would you be so kind as to fetch us some supper? I’m going back to the room to ready myself for bed. And you can join me once you give the inn-keep our order.” She handed him some coins and purpura notes before smiling and heading back to the room.
Harlock looked to everyone as they gave their own say on his theory... Maybe he was still jittery from everything that's happened. For a moment he just grits his teeth as he speaks up, some cracks appearing in his body with small trickles of light seeping through. "But is it even worth it to try and save them when we know its all a story? Something made for that thing's entertainment? Nothing we do here matters..."
Filia's eyes widened when she heard him say that, just the other day he was all gung-ho about saving these people and stopping whatever happened here. She hated thinking about that monstrous thing again... But Harlock had a point. That thing had power beyond their understanding, was it even worth it when for all they know they were standing on a work of fiction? This planet, its apocalypse... It's people... It could all be fake and this torture was the only thing that was truly real.
Could they seriously just stand here and do nothing?
Filia looked to the prince with a soft frown on her face, she could see his point but this felt more like a cry for help than anything else. Harlock didn't know what to do anymore and he was scared that he would never get to see his family again. And to be honest she was very much in the same boat, likely Jazmin was too. "So we're supposed to let this go on? We have to see this through until its ready to let us g-"
"AND WHAT IF THAT NEVER HAPPENED?! WE GET STUCK ON THIS ROCK FORVER AND WE NEVER GET TO GO HOME BECAUSE IT DECIDED IT HASN'T HAD ENOUGH! I-..." Harlock's back hits a nearby wall and he just slides back down to the ground again. He never wanted to be thrown into a deep end of something so grim... He was the spoilt son of a ruler who wanted a nice peaceful life and the occasional chance to play hero. An idiot who was sheltered by a protective father who bled at every chance to he took so his kids would grow safe. "I just wanted a quiet day out with my friends..." Now, desperate ripples of Psionic energy permeated from his body, an SOS from a son who wanted nothing more than to get rescued by his father.
Filia wanted nothing more than to join the prince in that pit he was digging himself but she just ruffled her short hair and looked back to Elise and Jazmin. Likely Elise had no idea what they were on about since she never met that stag faced reality writer they met in the cafe before being forced on this journey all that time ago. Being forced away from her lover was something she didn't take well which is why she wanted to bury that bastard in the middle of a neutron star and watch him get ripped apart under the unfashionable weight.
With a sigh she just ruffled harder, thinking on what they could do to end this torment and get this over with quickly... Killing themselves would certainly ruin his fun but she doubted he would allow it to happen. "Let's... Just find a way to get back to the surface. Harlock will catch up. He needs abit to calm down."
With the day marching on for them both, Sephus was certainly enjoying walking around the city with Liline, once they reached the botanical garden he was actually alright with the heat. Seeming to enjoy the tropical weather, telling Liline that it 'just felt like home' to him. Though Castameer was more of a Garden world. Though the original Zerg homeworld was a primal Jungle, perhaps that side of him still had sway deep down.
As the day started to reach its close, once they got back to their room in the public house they were staying at, Seph stretched out his back with a low yawn. Tired from the train ride yet still full of energy, he decided he was going to try and really tire himself out with some training exercise outside but then he looks to Liline as she hands him some money.
"Eh? Oh, sure I'll fetch us some supper! Be right with you love!" He says after her before he pockets the cash and the notes as he headed to find the Inn-Keeper. Though on his walk through the hallways, a ripple of energy washed over him before it was directed outwards again, a sharp shiver and the sense of fear washed over him before he looked over his shoulder at nothing. "Prince Harlock...? Wha-? M... Must be nothing." He says with a furrowed brow, his body feeling more on edge than before since he was made to protect the royalty, not knowing he already played his part. He keeps walking to the Inn keeper before he gets the notes back out. "Hey I'm here to order supper for myself and my partner."
Peckrind kept his rifle trained on the tree creature even as it was bombarded with lasers and other forms of energy weaponry. He did conserve his ammunition and let the other aliens continue to kill it in place of his own bullets. Moving to grab his rifle and hold it barrel towards the ground he looked to the preacher who had approached him. The ratman would be unable to see the doctor's eyes behind the glass and metal plate of the ethersuit he wore, but Peckrind looked down at the man.
"Well met, my name is Ernest Peckrind, doctor. Many thanks for saving me from that dreadful beast. Would you chaps be willing to direct me to the nearest shelter. As you can see my lifeboat suffered a crash upon entry of the atmosphere. My fellow crew was killed in the crash or captured by pirates and I think I've been pretty injured myself." The doctor spoke quickly and professionally, not wanting to be rude to the aliens who stood before him yet he did not want to undersell the severity of the situation he was in now.
Elise seemed to almost be in a mix of apathy and shock to Harlock's reaction to the situation and fearing that the prince's anger be somewhat directed at her she remained quiet and out of the way of the group. Jazmin for the most part was a little horrified by Harlock's sudden turn to despair and crestfallen attitude. So she was just trying to keep her body language relaxed and welcoming despite whatever fear she held in her mind. Jazmin felt a little too... unsophisticated to really comment or speak her mind to Harlock. Not being a comforting or motherly type, she had no words to try and soothe the prince. Just trying to stand in support of Filia and be accommodating to Harlock she tried for a weak smile.
Despite the psionic ripples that permeated from his own body, Harlock could perhaps feel that his energies were like a coin being tossed down a well. A pit of darkness all too willing to swallow whatever was tossed into it only offering the perception of a granted wish. Natrually his energies rippled throughout space-time like they should have. Harlock's father and all his kin may yet feel this SOS, but faintly. Unable to precisely pinpoint the prince's actual location. But Harlock knew that this signal was nothing more than a hopeless gesture. Sure the tossed coin made ripples in the water at the bottom of the well, but who's to say anything at the bottom of the well could see the top and vice versa. Yet the well as an entity facilitated all of this. Playing host to the coin and praying on the wishes of the one who threw the coin. Passively naturally, no one was forced to toss a coin and no one promised that the wish behind the coin would ever come true. Yet the coin still fell through the well and still landed at the bottom as one would expect. But a darkness that lay between the surface and the water at the bottom created an intense mystery. Making you believe that perhaps something really happened to the coin on the way from the top to the bottom. But in reality it just fell through and landed in water at the bottom.
Jazmin sighed and rubbed her head, looking to Filia. "I suppose that's true. Come on Elise. Let's get back to the surface." Elise and Jazmin started heading into the facility and headed for a set of emergency elevators that would take one from the bottom of the facility to the surface. Revealing that they were actually inside the northern most Nuclear Powerplant on the mountain overlooking the settlement. Perhaps the survivors had been mislead as to this facility's purpose as a powerplant and was in fact a missile base. Looking at it from this angle, it made sense. THe massive walls at the base of the mountain was a military base. The plant up here was clearly a weapon's research facility that used the spent nuclear waste of the central facility to be turned into rockets. Also explaining why the AI needed this facility. It would be her new source of weapons, detonating her virus all over the north and finally allowing her access to missiles that could even spread her virus to new worlds if the missiles were Intergalatic. The military must have covered up the true purpose of this facility from the public and the AI was conning Harlock into giving her control of a facility that would have fulfilled her victory.
The Inn-Keep looked up from her duties and nodded, "aye we got some fish in from the monger. Hope you aren't too picky about fish, and I'll grab some of the red wine you lot had the other night." She'd accept the money Liline had provided Sephus and informed him that she would bring the food to their room when it was ready. This left Sephus sometime to himself before he had to return to the room when the grub would be ready.
A Codex of Entreaties by the Sublime and Leal Arch-Duke Therhon Florenix, Lord of Taneth and Servant to Emperor Ghilad nas Mirad, to the Mighty and Influential Cambrian Extraction Conglomerate, Keepers of the Three Jewels
Let it be known to all and sundry that I, Arch-Duke Therhon Florenix, Lord of Taneth and loyal servant to the Emperor Ghilad nas Mirad, have written this codex for the sole purpose of establishing amiable and prosperous relations between the potent Hizdahrian Empire and the bountiful Cambrian Extraction Conglomerate, for in the course of solar history, our great and mighty powers have not once crossed each other upon the field of battle nor deliberately acted with intent to insult or provoke one or the other. In all past dealings, our powers have, with dignity and grace, adhered to our mutual treatises with the utmost faith and respect and as such, I am pleased to submit for the inspection and hopeful acceptance of the Board of Directors of the Conglomerate, a codex of agreements with which our two powers may further prosper in this benighted system and attain greater glory and peace than either of us may yet attain alone. It is known to the Emperor and the Imperial Court that our two powers are plagued by vile rapscallions and ruffians of the same stripes and feathers, that they are one in the same and blight both of us with magnanimous cruelty and rapine torment, such that the once bold and intrepid peoples of our powers are now afflicted with dread at the idea of sailing through territory that was once free for all to ply. Therefore and thusly, it is the hope of the Emperor and His Court that, if nothing else in this codex be to your liking, that our two powers can unite in the singular purpose of eradicating this hooligans from our respective territories and ensure the stable and swift resumption of trade between our two realms. For this purpose and task, it has been deemed of such importance that even the Ancient and Wise Consorts of Hegi have been consulted and their services sought out, their dread majesty known to all within the system and their awesome might feared by even the mindless Vulstrians. We wish not to drive these brigands from our space only for them to settle within your own and inspire amongst your people an enmity against us for the sudden scourge, but rather a mutual effort to eradicate this mutual menace once and for all. Furthermore....
Over the Earth, Through the Trenches, Under the Sky
Mira, Bloody Mira in popular parlance, a curse on the tongues and through the lips of those who know of the bloodstained killing fields of the arid moon. Home to madmen and warlords alike and all that lies in between, naught but fodder for the two who stand above all on that accursed moon. Home to the poor souls just trying to survive on what could have a veritable paradise only for ambition, greed and worse to soak the dry earth and drip poisoned blood down its parched throat. Before the Red Witch came and rent the moon asunder, before the Bolt Cutter thugs slipped in through the cracks left behind by Her and fed like maggots upon the living corpse that was Mira, there still was nothing but dust and blood. Dozens of men and women raised hundreds of thousands to arms and warred amongst each other, content in their bubble of bloodshed and chaos, unaware of eyes that roamed over and deemed the moon insignificant for their own purposes. Until the Red Witch. Until She came and broke the backs of the warlords, slaughtered most of their number and sent them reeling to the banner of the strongest left, the Bone Breaker, the Grand Marshal, the Baron, Geril Sjil, Warlord. Host to an unbridled ambition and a terrible lust for power, Sjil is the apex of his warlord brethren, kept in check by the continued raids of the degenerate Prismaniacs at the behest of their mad god, the Bolt Cutters and their rotting poison in the flesh of his Mira and CamEx, money grubbing pencil pushers who hurl mercenaries upon his moon. He reserves his utmost hatred for Her, the Red Witch that denied him and dares to continue breathing, let alone roost upon his moon and sate Her bloodlust on what should rightfully be his subjects, his to rule, his to break, his to slaughter if need be.
If it were to grant him victory, he would funnel every last one of the wretches that cling to him into the furnace and not look back as they screamed and writhed in the flames and behind the closed grate. All save those who proved themselves to him in all things, his loyal Guardsmen who had shed so much blood, theirs or others, for him and him alone. With them at his back, Mira could be a bastion of the strong, a monolith that may just be able to finally unite the system and destroy those who had wronged him. At the end of the day, however, he is just first amongst equals and his warlord brethren continuously pluck and snip at his power, unable even with their backs against the wall to stand firm against the oncoming night. He inspires no loyalty, only a terrible fear and a seed of hatred in the hearts of men, and only his success keeps him as secure as he is atop his throne. Things must change, yet for all of his grandiose and arrogant words, the way remains hidden to him, the plan obscured, the gate shut. Those who think themselves his masters in the Syndicate grow more useless by the day and the domain of the Red Witch grows ever more, heralded by red clouds on a world that has never once borne clouds of its own. Other voices remain to be heard, however, ones more pleasing to the inner bloodthirst of the man who willingly and proudly bears the title of the Bone Breaker, who whisper of victory in exchange for all the blood he can spill. Gerit has plenty of that to give, if nothing else.
Zia at first seemed to shrink away at the patting, but as she accepted it she began to calm down some more. The creature was clearly quite afraid, but the Ialao look was getting stronger and more stable, gaining a look of determination. She gave some small nods at the questions, "Yes, I remember... I remember a pretty tree. Outside my house. Tall and pretty, lovely green..." It was hard to tell thanks to her spectral look, but one could see a small smile emerging on her face as she remembered her own life and past amidst the turmoil in her mind. The Psion within seemed to be suppressed right now as well.
The angry Psion, Masquif, remained quite angered at that passing comment, but he did indeed need to focus on what was important right now. Rauus kept up his own work, and it began to bear fruit. Zia began to leak bits of energy, as little strands of blue soul-matter began to escape from her spectral form. Zia got worried for a bit at this, but then closed her eyes. Over time, the leaking intensified, cracks appearing on Zia's body as the many trapped souls of Eelserion were unbound from the mess that was Zia. And as the souls began to escape, if Mayflower looked out the windows of the building, she would see that as the souls fled and faded away, the spectral battlefield of Eelserion was beginning to fade as well. The echoes of Iammelonians long dead faded away as their souls were let free, as well as those of the Psion-aligned invaders. And then came the greatest one to break free. A massive, blood-red streak of red soul energy was ripped from Zia's body, with an angry shriek ringing out as it was forced out. But with that done, Zia's form settled even further, and Mayflower would get to see a perfectly normal Ialao woman, with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Gone was the confused body parts and spectral clouding. The last thing Zia did was open her eyes, smile at Mayflower, and then look to the skies as her form faded away entirely.
Rauus fell over at the expenditure of energy on his part, with the Anubite Lord collapsing to the ground. Still alive, but utterly exhausted from what he had done. So much so that his ghostly grandparent's form returned to the soul-gem on Rauus's staff, unable to be sustained by the Anubite's energy. But they were all alive, and they could see the world around them for what it really was now. A ruined, dead planet. But while the buildings hung silent, devoid of all life and activity, they were quiet. Gone was the conflict, it was all silent. But there was one soul who was still here. The red Psion creature that was outside was still there. Masquif's ghostly form clenched his hands, his form shifting from red to green, and then gave a low chuckle, "Hohoho... Finally. I am free, no longer bound to this corpse of a world. No body yet, but that is nothing a Psion cannot overcome. I'll just make a new one. I wonder if Tulam'run is still around, he made good vessels... Ah, but first..." He turned towards Mayflower, energy gathering in his right hand as the powerful creature looked down upon her with murderous intent, "Time for you to learn that your words have consequences, slaveling. I'm going to enjoy this!"
But as Masquif pointed his hand towards Mayflower, he got distracted. A red claw had ripped from the ground and grabbed Masquif's leg. He began trying to shake it off, confused as to what was going on, before he realized he was being pulled down. From the ground emerged a red face, that of the Psion which was within Zia, which roared out in rage, "YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE THIS HELL! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE ON YOU YET. BURN WITH ME!" And then the pulling got stronger, Masquif beginning to disappear into the ground, feet first, and then slowly his body. All the way down he blasted at the spectral Psion, screaming out, "No, no, no! Traitor! Infernal thing! Your treason knows no end! Aaaaagh!" With a final scream, he was pulled down into the depths. His psionic presence disappeared, and for the first time in hundreds of years, Eelserion finally knew peace.
On the ground, the exhausted Rauus looked to Mayflower and chuckled, "Well... Seems we survived. I don't think this was quite the goal of our expedition however. I'm going to have to spend quite a while preparing my explanation to Lady-Lord Tarset. But, I think, we have done something much better... Ugh... I could use some help moving to our rescue team." He pointed up at the sky, where from the larger ship in orbit a shuttle was being sent down to investigate what had just happened, as the entire ghost world of Eelserion had been let free of its spiritual imprisonment.
Cendri listened, although he did smile at the information that Nia's mother apparently did speak good of the Grand Drake in that way. Although he took it more with a bit of caution about her moth not being bad, considering she had worked with Cyboar. Still, it answered his question about schooling, or the lack thereof. Cendri cocked his head to the side a bit however at the joke, "This one is unsure about this assessment of combat prowess, but will note for later. Training however is very much easy process. Many facilities on Trikorn for this. Barracks, gym, military academies, park, all can do. School is out, military academy training centers open for use. Can go there for training and learning, facilities open for use, instructor potentially present too. Come." With that, Cendri turned to go outside.
The two Watrike officers led Ani into a large armored car. With reinforced glass, a slick black paintjob, and a large gun on top, it was a more properly Watrike design for a vehicle. Fenfuos opened the back door, and Asmalia got in. He then gestured for Ani to get in alongside her. Once both were in, he closed the door and moved around to the driver's seat, soon after starting up the vehicle to drive along in the city. In the back, Asmalia looked to Ani and spoke again, "This one intent use ride for evaluation. Decide Ani is misguided good one, or dangerous bad one. But this one is not evaluator. Only set up. Please wait." Asmalia then moved herself to the side a bit, so there was a full seat between her and Ani. She then hit a few buttons on her handheld comm unit, and placed it in the empty seat.
After a few moments, the unit came to life, and activated its holoprojector. And within the empty seat appeared another Watrike sitting down. It was a blue Watrike in a suit of grey armor, and a person most Watrike would recognize. It was Charka, the highest ranking Watrike of them all and one of Tyfrondor's most trusted subordinates. Her holographic form sat there calmly, likely sitting on a seat of her own on her own side. She looked to Ani, sizing her up, before speaking, "So you're the one who set all of this off. Normally, this sort of thing goes through a whole chain. But the Watrike that were sent to find your modified clone were my subordinates, and my responsibility. And yes, I was listening to your explanation to Asmalia there of your reasons, to decide if this was worth my own intervention. But because I heard all that, I will admit that your proposal is something the Grand Drake would be interested in. Has some potential to solve some issues he has been thinking about. But allow me to ask you, Ani. If you were given the sanction to work on this project of yours officially, with Trikorn's support, how would you go about doing this to better all Watrike? So far you have one very dangerous clone that we have been able to get, and one of my soldiers is the one being her minder right now. I can already see some issues with her based on the remains of some who tried to unlawfully acquire her. A matter that you will not ask of, it'll be handled. Focus on your pitch. Convince me, and I might decide to let you talk to the Grand Drake."
Zirona glared down at Mica as she aimed the rifle at her, her hands already preparing to move for her own weapon to turn on the Bothean for the betrayal. She was however quite shocked when she suddenly lost all control of her body. That was a far more foreign and terrifying experience for her. The only thing she had control of now was her eyes, which bored into Mica with burning hate. But she could do nothing, and so was left in the doorway to be found by the Confederates when they searched the base after the chaos died down.
Meanwhile, across the base, multiple explosions went off at once. Then a second batch, again many explosives all across the base going off at once. For all his eccentrics, it seemed Creerisk was a very talented explosives expert indeed. This base was being reduced to rubble rapidly. There was some more shooting as well, and Mica would see in the distance a squad of Confederate Soldiers drop dead, holes carved into their chests with well aimed plasma fire. She would be able to see the figure of Wilioa slinking away near the scene, the Watrike showing that her clumsy nature did not come into play when on the battlefield. A reminder of what Watrike were built to do. And finally, the last member of the team, Selequ, was nowhere to be seen. Neither among the dead or the living, so it could be assumed the human had already left with the others by now. The Confederates were far too busy to notice Mica, and any who did look over just saw another confused soldier. Her getaway was clean.
At the extraction site, Mica would see all three other members of the team, as well as the ship moving in to pick them up. Creerisk seemed quite pleased with himself, as the Ialao Demolitions Expert hummed a prayer in a cheery tone, with one of his hands still playing around with a trigger. Selequ looked tired, but was content. Wilioa was the one diligently standing look out, rifle still at the ready just in case. She was the first to notice Mica, and waved her up. As the Bothean got closer, Wilioa smiled, "Safe return, very good. This one and others are unharmed." She then looked confused, looking around Mica for a bit, then into the distance, and then back down at Mica, "Where Zirona?"
Zenos was caught rather off guard by the sudden kiss. For his part, he was just happy to have made the jump successfully, so the show of affection was not one he expected. Though he didn't stop it either, the prince let it happen and even reciprocated. When the kiss was broken off, he gave her a smile, before looking around in awkwardness at the fact everyone had clearly noticed, even if they were smart enough to not stare. He was quite thankful for the announcer however in that moment. Around the room, the Rangian Vanguard members contributed to the announcement with a coordinated pounding of their chests, to make their own addition to the festivities. Zenos looked back to Myrafiora and chuckled, "Yeah, we did it. But that's enough party for me, I would say, so I agree with your idea. Let's find Haarti and go." He put an arm around her, both as a sign of affection from himself and to help keep her drunken majesty from falling over. With that however, he looked around the room for Haarti, so they could grab her and get out of there.
Meanwhile, Lovise was indeed impressed with this Seridhor's boldness. So while he could not drag her around so easily, she decided to go along with it and see where this was going. As they moved, she responded, "I would hope my body can handle a simple dance! I wouldn't be a very good Rangian if I didn't have control over my movements. Still, good to know your eyes are focused up here, rather than on my body. Such discipline is commendable." Around the room, the other members of the Rangian Vanguard also took notice of the couple, and a couple gave a smirk. Truly it did seem these human-looking types were similar to the ones back home, and that meant the children of Minos could whip them into shape yet. Such was the duty of the Taurus to their smaller friends.
Appa relented in her death-stare towards the Anubite, putting her hands on her hips and smirking. Sofya still had her bite, and so the Taurus gave her a nod of approval before looking back to the Anubite, this time less in intimidation and more in smug assurance, deciding to throw her hat into the word war as well, "Nor do we need to ask ghosts whether or not it's okay to call somebody an old fart. On that note, your hairs are greying." The Anubite Historian frowned at the rebuttal, going quiet for a moment. Then after his moment of silence and thought, he came up with his own retort, "The High Lord does not need to ask the ancestors for such trivial things. The ancestors come only to speak when we decide to take actions that will reverberate throughout the ages. Such as the choice of whether or not to doom an entire species because you were scared. Perhaps if your people had such an ability to sit down and think for a moment instead of act on base emotions, you might not have made the wrong choice in killing them all. But I suppose you are right that you are not your ancestors. You are quite divided from them. Their sins are not yours... But neither are their achievements. A good thing perhaps, as they were eskalivi in more ways than one, those Taggaren ancestors of yours. Some day you should speak to one of those ghosts you are so quick to dismiss, ask a few Anubite spirits about things they saw in that war. Then you might learn some damn respect for the wisdom of the dead."
Ezron had a smile on his face as he walked along, looking back to Sarxaxa and nodding, "Cooperation is very much a good idea. And don't worry about mountain caves. We got a lot of those! My own cave is a quaint place, very spacious. Probably a bit closer to the ground in comparison to others, but there's plenty up high in the mountains. Tyfrondor's old one is an example even! Though he lives in the Golden Mountain nowadays. I'm going to assume that Valxarx means Grand Drake if you're in charge, and if so, Tyf is a bit odd, but he's smart and good! I am sure he will be open to cooperation and working together." He then looked back to Ymira, still smiling, and decided to answer her questions anyways, "I can't say there are many ponies on Heord. Only a few from Tordelia as diplomats from time to time. But as for the warrior dragons, those I can confirm I've seen a fair few of! Especially among Mountain Dragons and the ranks of our Combat Drakes. Bit of a tradition on Heord to have a good fight. Not really my own style, but I've been in a few fights myself, just how it goes on Heord. But others like Azdergin have it as their trade, and the Draconic Smiths like Xorkai build for them mighty suits of magical armor! So there is some truth in those holomentaries. I do wish they stopped disturbing Grumpy though. But I guess you'll have to meet some of those dragon warriors for yourself!"
Tarral, for her part, smiled at Myrsa's words... Up until she brought attention to her thighs and tail again. At that, she simply sighed and rolled her eyes, but she gave a nod, "Yes, I can understand that there will be some difficulties. But we are Dragons! There is nothing too difficult that we cannot overcome it! But what matters right now is getting you back to Heord, and restored to good health. I said I would help, and my word is stronger than Heord Gold! Therefore I will be overseeing your healing process myself. What that means for you is that you'll be seeing plenty more of me in the coming times. So, I guess that means you'll have plenty of time to gaze, so tainted you are by softskin lewdness." She smirked there, showing it was in jest, and continued moving on towards the ship. Said ship was preparing itself for the return trip to Heord, its engines roaring to life as it awaited its new passengers.
In the Zober System, in one of the planets in Adokwf’s jurisdiction, Adokwf Terismomalto was hunting down bandits in the many forests of that planet, slaughtering most of them one by one with his twin great axes, his enhanced strength, and his men.“Yesssss, die you scum lords, die for the many local villages you attempted to pillage.” Said Adokwf Terismomalto as he decapitates five bandits all at once. When the dusted settled, the locals were glad that all of those bandits were dead and they paid five thousand Deazies for the trouble.
Meanwhile, in a toxic planet in Safodeski’s jurisdiction, Safodeski was making a new outfit for himself, the outfits is reminiscent of a plague doctor, with syringes filled with the toxic water as part of his gauntlets and the lens in the mask is glowing green. “This outfit will fit me perfectly” said Safodeski Terismomalto.
While all that was going down, Grandapx Sherifte Fospspfke Terismomalto was preparing plans to find a spot for an outpost outside of their system. “Well, we need to find other nations or have other nations try to contact us, if the second thing comes, we need to have precautions for this, that way, we could have a calm first contact” said Grandapx Sherifte Fospspfke Terismomalto.