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Today's World Census Report
The Most Authoritarian in Hoshizora
World Census staff loitered innocuously in various public areas and recorded the length of time that passed before they were approached by dark-suited officials.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 5,192nd in the world for Most Authoritarian.
|1.||The Principality of Sakiris||Psychotic Dictatorship||“Honor is earned at the end of a sword”|
|2.||The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony Republic||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Only united may we reach.”|
|3.||The Armed Republic of Aualis||Tyranny by Majority||“Ten Piedad.”|
|4.||The Athailian Solar Empire of Honour Guard||Democratic Socialists||“Our race will rise from its ashes”|
|5.||The Confederation of Lost Childs of L Empire||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Gabriels children shall not be lost”|
|6.||The Supreme Empire of The Dalek Paradigm||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!”|
|7.||The Anarchy of Bayanelokavi||Iron Fist Consumerists||“If not we, then who?”|
|8.||The Nomadic Flotilla of House of Vengeance||Democratic Socialists||“We will rise from our ashes, in the light once more”|
|9.||The Holy Dominion of Luuman||Father Knows Best State||“Glory to Luuman”|
|10.||The Confederacy of Vulstria||Right-wing Utopia||“Blood and Steel”|
- : Eteru dossiers ceased to exist.
- : New cerulane ceased to exist.
- : Embassy cancelled between The Raxus Empire and Hoshizora.
- : The Incorporated States of Melons Writing Book arrived from Lazarus.
- : Shinboku ceased to exist.
- : The Incorporated States of Melons Writing Book ceased to exist.
- : The Restored Empire of Pozania ceased to exist.
- : The Empire of Bloodfall departed this region for The Galactics Union.
- : The Empire of Bloodfall arrived from The South Pacific.
- : The Hallowed Souls of Gavilain departed this region for The Great Chili.
Hoshizora Regional Message Board
Gallek helped Sysglow understand the rather alien controls after she got in, showing her which buttons to what and whatnot as he got to digesting all she told him. Her people and the other aliens with her had a shaky history with these 'cyborg' things that are like their Splicers. Things seemed especially tense with this 'Cyboar' group. It reminded him of the old days, malicious groups of augmented civilians going around causing trouble for good folks just trying to get by... The military clans within the former House's were more... Severe with their punishments back then. Getting rid of whole vessels the insurgents take over to cement the idea that trying to strong arm them is a fools task. But even as it got toned down, augmentation was still a thing... He didn't have any because he was too poor to afford anything legit and knew that getting Black Market augments was basically a death sentence.
"Hoomanety? Gallek not know that that is but Splicers not crazy if that's what the Sysglow means. Though... It is not just the Splicers that have augments. Years ago, once religious barriers loosened, anyone could get cybernetics to improve their lot in life. Gallek never made enough to get any, amongst a small group of civvies that not have any. Military limits implantation usage too, prevents making it seem like its acceptable to have excessive implantations." He says as he leans against the rim of the open cockpit as she got used to the controls. "Still have independent groups with military grade implants around, know a guy like that, decent person who is clanless like me. But they have major clans breathing down their neck to make sure they don't go down Insurgent roads. Keep them on straight and narrow... Still get crazies that get too many Black market implants once in awhile but few and far between."
With his explanation done he wonders briefly what he should do for her now. Mithra told him that she was in his care so he'll have to show around. Sysglow could almost see his thought process at work as he looked into the fighters pilot area, the space behind her seat and then to see if any other fighters were available nearby and then he though about the need for that Fighter if a attack were to happen. The space behind the chair was large enough for someone to squeeze behind, someone of Gallek's size could fit comfortably but he considered that she may not want him talking and shifting around behind her. So he leaned over to point at a sequence of 3 switched and the order to flip them before he nods "Lift controls up and push in to move forward. Same in reverse, pull back to slow down and to reverse. Limited though." He says as he hops down and gets into a nearby Schooner that was currently vacant, waiting to follow her out.
Now with Mithra, he started to lead the good Commander out of the hanger and into a corridor that connected to several maintenance routes and bays and then to a platform with a sort of tram system that connected to multiple places on the ship, it looks like the interior was heavily altered though. "We once had a gravity lift system that let us get from floor to floor. But we stopped using those after some accidents occurred while we moving through the Ether ways. It was a messy issue that we had to hastily fix, ground to ship ones are fine thankfully... But those are more controlled." He says as he steps inside the box tram, with a holographic display showing the different sections of the ship they could go to. He the clicks on a section near the top of the ship, since their written language was still new to Ilox and the Confederacy she can only assume that he picked the bridge. "Thank you for agreeing to come along with me. I'm glad we are of the same mind in this delicate situation... I'm not in the habit of hooking up family with strangers I just met."
He sits down on one of the trams larger cushioned seats, it all set up with seats up against the walls with a line of hand rails to hold on in the middle. "But I'm willing to take that risk since you and your people seem trustworthy. Plus if this works, both of our peoples stand to gain alot in this... Unity and a chance to open doors faster. I'm sure you can see what we stand to gain from my aunt and your subordinate 'hitting it off' as you Nebula folk put it."
Back in the hanger, Fraph was left with Maltoi outside of the craft he came in on. Fraph's timid nature was fighting with her active curiosity of these Dragon people and their arrogance before a light smile crossed her face, just visible behind her rebreather as he told her that he found it important to keep in contact. It made her feel nervous already, they haven't even parted ways and she was already worried about whether he will contact her when he has free time or not.
Though watching his nephew and the Commander leave, with just the two of them their now with everyone else minding their own business, she couldn't shake the feeling of this nervous fluttering in her chest. Her hands continuing to fidget before she perked up with his question. Her mind being brought away from their being alone together as she thought on how best to answer his question. "You aren't far off actually. Our Clan, the Graphis Clan, has a long tradition of military service that date back generations. Not just defence forces but combat pilots, mech pilots and frontline forces. You could say it's in our blood to serve the greater good of our fleet. There are people who go into other professions though. I have afew nieces and an aunt of my own that are medical staff and teacher. W-What... What about you?" She says as she to him, not seeming to get over the fact that he was practically eye to eye with her.
Eftalya saw the smirk arising from Suis's face, the excitement she could barely hold back. It was a shame she could hardly bear within her, but it was once which was necessary. She'd come this far, perhaps farther than any other Sakirian in history, and she wasn't going to give into her despair just yet.
That thought quickly dropped when she tensed up at the sight of that thing coming down from the rafters, “I see, Gabriel's dearest daughters have treated you well.” Indeed they had, providing everything, more than everything she would ever need. From hugely expensive water baths to large poofy dressed, and extravagant dinners. She hoped the freed men and women she'd escaped with would recieve the same treatment.
“But...for any sanctification to occur it can not just only be one of Gabriel's children to lead this voyage of reclamation, it must be all his children.” W-what? Eftalya thought. We've already broke one oath and swore another! “I believe your agreement with the Cypherius Queen is amiable, but as the Lord Regent of the Confederation, I would humbly request that you also meet with those who lead the other Children of Gabriel.” Eftalya was beyond pissed. She promised to herself she'd take no more oaths than the one she had already taken, this one shame was enough. The massive being brought up a silver gaunlet on one of his arms, presumably adorned with some sort of tech, perhaps a communication device given his next statement. “They will be on their way shortly...now let us continue to feast,” he said as he began feasting like giant sand beasts, gorging themselves on the rare food that comes by them.
At this, Eftalya lost her apatite and stopped eating, watching in disgust and in anger at the being that by whose whims determined everything that occurred around him as if he were a God. But she knew better, what she saw was not a God, for it involved itself in the affairs of mortals, defiling its divine status for the pleasure of the food set before it. For herself, that was a relief, for it could pose no threat to her land or her people should it choose to try to defile her home. But the thought of having to negotiate with two other entire races, as if they were to take for each of themselves a piece of her pie without even getting to know her or of her home at all... The thought disgusted her more than the voracious eating of that beastly being. She looked to Suis for some kind of help, showing a desperation in her eyes to her liege lady, hoping that somehow she'd understand, hoping that somehow she'd be able to resist the whims of this great silver being.
Suis gripped the table slightly in discomfort, what was she gonna do...she had no idea what to do. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and she accepted the Lord Knights' demand of including Kryss and Dynas. She could feel Eftaylas sickening feeling from the thought. Accepting the Lord Knights demands would almost definitely sour these fledgling relations. But if she argued on Eftaylas side, her own life could very much be at risk, as the Lord Knight has been rumored to not take descent well. She looked over to Eftayla, and looked into her swirling pools for eyes, and she felt something inside her flair up, some protective urge come to her.
“Lord Knight I must object.” she said, almost not realizing she said those words as she looked over at the Lord Knight who had just stopped eating and was for the first time in millenia, was left...a little shocked. Suis felt her stomach drop, and her meal almost come up, as she saw the Lord Knight slowly stare at her, in shock, confusion and what she might have thought was rage. “If I may explain myself Lord, these two have just sworn their oath to me as their liege.” she said as she again looked at Eftalya and sighed. “Honorable Lord Knight, these people have already broken one major oath, having them possibly break more especially to aliens they have never met...would only bring more shame.” she said, trying to keep her nerves down, as she began to sweat as the Lord Knight had stopped eating and now looked her right in the eyes. His eyes burned like stars, raging and swirling mystical pools of silver. She gulped as he slowly stood up and his eyes flared. "Have they not gone through enough, their lands seized by a mad warlord, taken as slaves for a month and then crashing upon a Alien world?, is this not enough, why should they have to go through more possible humiliation?" she asked flinching a bit as the Lord Knight continued to stare at her, his eyes still blazing with a bright fury.
“I see…” he said his voice low, and his eyes quickly flicked towards Eftayla and Harai. “Xenos, would you truly oppose any other species entering into these negotiations,” he said bluntly, with very little emotion, as his eyes dug into her like a dagger. His mind raking over hers, as he gazed through her thoughts. Suis began breathing deeply, how could the Lord Knight not understand these things were not proper, she thought to herself as she once again began clenching the table, her knuckles began to turn white.
Cast by Fire
Part 33: Cypherius
Harai and Ef felt the consternation in Suis and the overall tension build with each passing second. Ef was more relieved to hear defiance, but even the queen's defiance was immediately followed by hesitance. It was obvious, this Lord Knight seemed furious in the face of the Queen's defiance. Neither Harai or Ef had ever seen such fury in one's eyes, but then again, they've never seen a deity up close before now.
Then the question came, “Xenos, would you truly oppose any other species entering into these negotiations.” Eftalya wished Harai could understand common galactic language, but he was never one for linguistic arts. So she bore the brunt of translating literally everything she, he, or their hosts said, and now she bore the brunt of answering his question...
Part 34: Kataan'hallah, Sakiris
Natun knelt on a rug within his private meditation chamber, an austere sandstone room, placed 400 meters underground for absolute silence with no disturbances. Here, he would ride out the massive sandstorm above, seeking answers from the deities as he descended into a trance.
At first there was nothing but blackness, as far as he could see. A dark void or chaos, one that probably resembeled what the Universe looked like before its creation. And then, from the distance, stars... no, galaxies, racing by him like dust in a great cloud, finally centering in on the Ether and on an unfamiliar star, not his own, but one with three worlds. He was guided down to a world of sea and sand, thousands of islands dotting its surface with water as far as the eye could see. A world of plenty in Sakiri eyes. But it wasn't of the water filled paradise his mind centered on, it was within a palace that his thoughts raced, until he could make out the blurred image of his niece's face, and that of her husband. Near them, he could feel something else, something more powerfully dreadful than he's ever felt the presence of. It starred him down, even from such distances away, it gazed at him, trying to pick apart his mind, but Natun was resolute, and he concentrated on Eftalya.
But the world went black again until he opened his eyes, mentally drained, kneeling in his austere room with the storm no doubt continuing to rage on. In his heart he was glad to see little Ef, even her bastard husband, but he was more concerned now about Ottun and wondered whether or not he'd have to mobilize his army prematurely to use whatever element of surprise, if any, he had left if it was true Ottun had been captured.
Part 35: Cypherius
Eftalya felt a warm presence beside her, but she couldn't make out who or what it could be. Before she had any more time to give the presence any thought, it was gone as quickly as it appeared. But from it, she was given her answer. She stood and looked into the indifferent eyes of Lord Knight 1;1.
"We refuse to break yet another oath, I would rather die now than to soil my honor and that of my forefathers again." She trembled with fear and sweat building up on her neck, "You certainly will have no place in determining my afterlife, vanquish me now if your ego has been tainted, I do not fear false, vain deities." Whether or not what she said was true, it was done, and she was left visibly shaking at her words. Harai stood to calm her and put himself between her and Lord Knight, trying to stare down its silvery eyes.
In Sakiri he muttered, "Sakir save us." In his mind, he only wished for home.
The Lord Knight now was in more shock and confusion than ever, these xenos stood defiant to him, they not only stood defiant to him, but believed he was a deity, it was all so bizarre. But their bravery, their refusal in being dishonored impressed him, it impressed him greatly. So his fury slowly tempered as he looked at them and then back at the Queen. He raised his hand to the Queen. “Sleep.” he said calmly, as he waved it slightly in her direction, causing her to slouch over in her throne, and passed out. His gaze then returned to Eftayla and Harai. “You impress me xeno, so I shall explain some things not many know.” he said as he gazed toward them.
“I am not a God, nor would I ever claim to be one.” he said as he raised his hands again and a majestic array of colors formed upon the ceiling, they were whittling colors of silver, ruby and gold. These colors soon formed into a solid image, depicting a garden as large as a city...even larger perhaps, streams of dancing pure water, more beautiful and glorious then any water they had ever seen, slid across the ground. In the center of the imagery, laid a figure made of pure clay, and around it were four robed beings, dressed in odd regalia which swirled and twisted around itself into weird shapes and colors. In the center of these four figures stood a tall golden figure, his robes fluttered with scarlets and browns and he stood over the clay body, looking down on it. One figure poured red juices into its mouth, another then poured a whirling pool of water, which bubbled with swirling unknown colors and finally the last poured a liquid metal. Then the towering figure with scarlet and brown robes, looked down, he took a knife in his hand and stabbed himself, ripping it down, and reaching in pulling out a shard of glowing white light and casting it into the clay being, whos eyes opened and sat up
“That is, Gabriel my father, teacher and creator. Gabriel also created three races that would spread his true message, a message of peace and charity in place of the sin.” he said, his eyes looking watery and emotional as the image swirled into another. “Gabriel, was the lord of the Druids of Thomane, Adohai arch angels made flesh. But, the Druids were corrupted, and half of them split off, forming the Corruptos.” images came, of beings larger than stars, beings of horrifying appearing, made of things of nightmares as they screamed, tearing stars apart, enslaving entire races to their whims. “They were looking to conquer all, thus Gabriel made me, and my order, the Seraphs.” he said, as an army of angelic beings like him swirled into appearance. “Thus we marched to fight the Corruptos, to defend creation.” epic battles came into sight, worlds shattered as angels battled the corruptos, slaying them.
“But we failed...the corruptos breached the cosmic web we had built to defend thomane from invasion, our father Gabriel sacrificed himself to annihilate not only his order the Druids but the Corruptos with him.” he spoke, as a bright line shined in the room. “And he left me and my order in the care of the three children, the Cypherians, Dynas and Kryss…” he said as the vibrant display of colors disappeared. “For a long time, I had kept them ignorant of the outside world, hiding them from the sin of the galaxy at large...but you changed my mind.” he said as he looked down at Eftayla and Harai. “I see hope in your race, and I see honor and decency in you both, others have failed, you two have succeeded.” he said as he approached. “I have not shown this imagery to any other besides a few, and the children themselves do not know.” he said as he looked down at them. “But I show you this, to show you my trust and because your bravery, honesty and purity has truly impressed me, and I can ay as the Lord Regent of the children of Gabriel, you and your oaths shall not be violated any further.” he said, as he stepped back and sat down.
The measctha smiled as she stepped into the passenger seat of the limousine, the back being reserved for Chione and Ventol. The backseat was very comfortable, with large lounge like chairs instead of a traditional car seat. They were offered the choice between bottled water and a bottled tea, before the limo set off with a small escort of police. Up the cobble streets they rode, driving away from the port and to the heart of Saranshire. The ride was smooth and comfortable cross the city until they came to a large hilly area. Driving up the winding roads and past luxurious apartments, shoppes, and manors they entered a very affluent neighborhood. Passing a large park they came to a tall building and passed through a driveway built into the facade of the building itself. An archway with iron bars went straight through the building from the road, where one might expect a front door to be. After passing through the archway and iron gate, they drove round a small fountain and pulled alongside a wooden door. The doors for the limousine were opened by servants wearing black suits, and as the two Iammelonians stepped onto the gravel driveway they were able to see the courtyard they now stood in. Because of the streets and demand for sidewalks, this house had concealed the car park and front entrance behind the home itself. One all sides of them were mighty tall brick walls except for the archway which lay below a trio of windows and a small balcony. Off the left of the archway was the front door, a tall wooden one with a gold knocker and handle.
Georgina Saunders stood by the door, "welcome to forty-one down park avenue. This stately home will serve as your residence for the duration of your stay. Now, you've met me of course. But these three gentlemen will be servicing you during your stay. The gentleman with the glasses is Sergeant Scott Blossom chief of your security detail provided by the Bezembay Constabulary. The gentleman with the mustache is Charles Heath the keeper of the household. And the last gentleman is Louis Joucourt the cook." The three gentlemen bowed at their necks to the Iammelonians. Mister Heath was quick to start moving towards the car the grab the luggage to move it inside. Sergeant Blossom tipped his helmet and politely excused himself to see to the constables on the street. While Mister Joucourt, who insisted he be called Lewis, asked the two if they'd care for a spot of lunch.
Clines was quick with his pace, being a larger Fatimazda it was easier for him to maintain a good distance ahead of the dragon. They made their way from the port about five minutes to the train station by foot. Being followed and escorted by a large constable force. And indeed upon reaching the grand train station of Bezembay, Clines led the group to a train that was already waiting. It was a typical Bezannian bullet train, but most of the cars had been decoupled save for a few special passenger cars and the large dragonic one. Clines ushered for Tamour to enter and informed him the train would depart in twenty minutes time, while the Watrike were free to board the cars around the dragonic one.
Sysglow mentally slapped herself for using that term, it would of course not be one that was understood by Gallek or any other members of this fleet. So she sighed, "Sorry, poor word to use there. I suppose in this instance what it would mean is 'moral'. Maintaining a sense of self and a position in society. All the same, seems your lot are generally okay then. Limiting too much implantation is a good idea. Too many folks running around with too much metal in their bodies is a risky thing. Guess however not all too much can be done about the black market, as that is always an insidious force in the background. Best just hope Apex doesn't try and get in on that. They have cybernetics they like to use, primarily for their cars, but also just to fuel adrenaline highs."
With that aside, Sysglow felt she was generally familiar with the controls now, and then gave Gallek a nod, "Got it. Let's give this thing a little test run, see how it feels." The Ialao then locked down the cockpit once Gallek hopped off, quickly checking everything once more just to be careful. And if all was well, she followed the instructions, lifting the controls up and pushing in, directing the Schooner forward towards the hanger exit, aiming to carefully take off into the ether.
Commander Ilox followed Mithra into the corridor, amused at the gravity lift system not seeming to fully work in the ether at first. All the same, she got in, and then nodded to Mithra, "You're welcome. And we are indeed of the same mind here, this isn't exactly what I would call a normal circumstance." She then went to sit down for herself, giving a sigh, "You're not wrong, and that's one of the main reasons I'm allowing this to happen so suddenly at all. Since believe me, I am also not in the habit of just letting my subordinates flirt with other military personnel that we have just met. And if it was somebody I didn't trust, I would've shut this down. The second main reason I am letting this happen is because I do know Maltoi, so I can trust he won't screw this up. He's a good person. And you're right about all the things there are to gain. As I've mentioned before, a good relationship with your people would be quite handy for my fleet. Simply because we need friends, and we need help if we are to do well. Not exactly skilled in the nomad life after all."
Back with Maltoi and Fraph, the Taurus remained quite jovial. He smiled at having guessed somewhat correctly, giving a nod, "Keeping up a family tradition then! And based on what I've heard, you're upholding that tradition very well! Doing your blood proud, taking on an important leadership role. As for me, well... My family, guess I'll call it the Alnix clan since that's my last name, isn't so prestigious. I'm from an Agriworld, and most of my family members remain on my homeworld. Farmers, a lot of them, with some going into some higher professions like piloting cargo ships or being teachers. My dad is a farmer, although my mom was actually an engineer. I'm sorta an exception in my family, going into the military. It's not very unusual for members of my species to become soldiers, we're pretty good at it, but my family doesn't have a military tradition. Still, I hope to make my family proud! Like I bet you have, Baroness." Maltoi smiled widely. It was a bit weird for him to actually have somebody on his size as well, but he was taking it well, smiling and maintaining eye contact. He then rubbed the back of his head as he thought back to his family, "I'm sure my dad would be impressed with where I am, and my mom would understand that it's a bit difficult to visit right now under the circumstances. Although I think my mom's biggest concern would be the fact I ain't married yet... How about your parents? What are they like?"
Jazmin watched with much curiosity, especially when the prince transformed himself into a ceiling fan. Which garnered a small chuckle from her. She watched with a large grin and a sneer behind her teeth.
Elise watched with a small amount of curiosity but remained unfazed, "Doctor Elise Stanislavovna. Your friends here saved me from my cell here."
Jazmin chipped in, "yes, she's the doctor responsible for creating the AI you encountered. She was arrested by this planet's government because they were scared her AI was programmed, but the doctor never intended the thing to be anything other than an energy management system. We're currently underground in an abandoned military base." She walked for a nearby door, "I think we'll be leaving now though. We're going to head back to the human settlement and find our way off this planet for good."
Liline rubbed her chin and thought for a moment, "entertainment on Tir Creachdair... hm. Well there's always the cinemas, but I don't know that I particularly want to watch a movie at this moment. But as for our dear duchess, I'm certain she'll feel nervous under the collar but these stripes always need a good show of force to put them into place. They're a shrewd and strong people. They value honor above everything... well maybe not money, they valuie that a lot." It was true, Sephus had seen... more banks and financial institutions here than he had in any other place he'd ever been. There were huge firms, banks, branches, and funds on every street it seemed. Most of the tall buildings here bore names like Abercrombie, White, Lindsay, & Lean Financial, Hall-Grant Incorporated, Sceloeia Holdings, and Cameron Investments. These institutions were everywhere in the city and had been seen all over the city by Sephus nearly everywhere they stepped. The Creach really were a people good with money. "The duchess will appreciate our show of rank and authority."
It had been several weeks, sense the revelation and negotiations had been concluded. The past several weeks have been a definite blur, first the Lord Knight had kept his word, and had made the other two aliens keep to their word to not interfere with the lands of Eftayla and Harai. They were extremely strange men, the leader of the race identified as the Dynas, The most honorable Musie, stood at eight feet of height and wore upon his chitin and jagged like a skin a robe of brown over what looked like battle armor, they see back from their home, his appearance was also quite horrifying at first resembling an odd insectoid like creature, but when he spoke, he spoke in calm rhymes and metaphors, he acted humble and respectful to Harai and Eftalya the entire time. The other leader was far less...kind. He stood at six feet of height, he was a rat looking individual, with giant fangs stretching and jutting out of his horrific jaw which was wrapped in rotting goz tape. His fur was matted, torn and covered in unknown substances and his eyes were replaced with two massive mechanical steel plates, which were screwed upon its face, and glowed red. He was hunchback, with dozens of mechanical arms and surgical tools sticking out of his hunch. He draped himself with purple robe, trimmed with black and carried a staff, which looked like volts of electricity, mixed with a spiralling DNA helix. This leader, the representative of the Kryss species, was far less kind, and seemed to be annoyed to be there. But also seemed dismissive to the plight of Eftayla and Harai, but also curious, as several times during the meeting, Harai could feel the rat man's gaze fall upon him.
But that had been weeks ago, and the final negotiations had been set, with the territorial sovereignty of Eftayla and Harai respected in the final treaty. Thus began the waiting game, Harai and Eftayla were given special rooms in the Queen's palace and were treated just like royalty, sometimes at night the Queen would take them out to walk across the sandy shores of the palace, and reminisce about her childhood. The freed slaves were each accommodated with housing, unfortunately having to live with for a few weeks with Cypherian families, which often gave mixed results, to say the least. All this occurred, as the armies of the Confederation began preparing for war, on the Dynar the Musie called for best regiments from the three ethno klans. Upon Cypherius the space fleets began preparations of space combat, and began preparing board manuevers, while the Cypherian army began training excercises expecting anything from this alien world. And in the giant industrial mega cathedral forges, near the core of Opushinye, the homeworld of the Kryss, factory workers worked twenty four hour shifts, pumping out gene craft, tanks, bombs and war supplies for the upcoming conflict, chanting their psalms with each crack of the hammer on the forge, with the Patriárchis Epistimón the grand leader of the Kryss declaring this crusade to be a testing ground for the Telikós epistimonikós agónas.
And in the matter of three weeks, the war supplies had been assembled, and now stood in front of Eftayla and Harai, were dozens of ships, some tiny, others larger then the tallest buildings of this mysterious world, and all of them were being loaded. They could see tens of thousands of Cypherians boarding ships draped in jackets of blue and white, they were checking their rifles, as large wheeled vehicles brought supplies aboard. They could see streams of the odd chitin looking people, they marched in unison, each wearing armor that was similar at home, they marched carrying a magnificent banner of a tree which seemed to intermingle with a star, they seemed to look at the Cypherians before boarding, almost suspiciously. Then there were the rat people, the first people to board the ships were cloaked priests, draped in robes of light blue. muttering prayers of enlightenment, of blessings of the God of Science. Soon came streams of soldiers, some looked crazed, carrying guns larger than Eftayla, others wore large black masks which covered her entire face and walked with large crates, and what looked like odd cyclical tubes strapped behind their backs. Next were hundreds upon thousands of machine soldiers, all led by the caste of priest, and behind this was a circus of horrors, as malnourished rat folk, with what looked to be buckets nailed to their heads, with signs painted with the word “sinner.” covering their chess, dragged massive metal crates, the smallest was 25, by 25, the largest was almost 100 by 100, they dragged these metal crates, which roared and shrieked, abominable creatures sitting inside them.
The Kryss passed by the Dynas and Cypherians, giving them a cold, and bleak stare before boarding the ships. It was an...interesting sight to say the least, as they looked upon the gathering armies. Eftayla then felt a gloved hand rest upon her shoulder. It was the Queen, she sighed as she looked upon the gathering war fleet. She be coming along, to make sure a peaceful transition occurred once the land was claimed, the Lord Knight tried to urge her not to, but she still assisted to come, to keep her new vassals company on this long journey. Thus the Lord Knight himself had pledged that he lead the Campaign with two other Seraphs by his side, they would guide the Crusade of Gabriels fist, as it had been so deemed. Suis sighed as she watched upon the assembling armies, her face filled with both excitement and fear. “You know this will be the first time landing upon a different world.” She said with an odd look. “Well, I’ve been into space before and have been to confederation meetings, but those were never upon the surface, usually in the most luxury of stations.” she said as she looked upon Eftalya and Harai and sighed. “Well your world won’t be waiting forever, come on the capital ship is this way.” she said with a smile as she trotted along, her flowery sun dress fluttering in the wind as her sandals clapped against the concrete of the load station, her suitcase trembling behind her, as she excitedly beckoned Eftayla and Harai to follow her, to the largest ship of the bunch.
As Gallek departed to get into his Schooner, reading systems and starting to take off from the hanger to guide the good Captain around, he had a lot to think about thanks to Sysglow and her wary words of these Apex punks. From the sounds of it this won't be the last he hears of them. Their cybernetics sounded bad too, something as simple as a adrenaline high would tempt too many in the sometimes dismal life that comes with working endlessly to keep century old vessels running on patchwork retrofits and ramshackle jobs of integrating alien tech to compensate for ancient systems. He know that plenty like him will be tempted to take offers of implants like those...
He taps away at the console before him as he steers the Captain out of the moving hanger into the asteroid field haven that they are currently hidden away after the attack from Apex, they move around for a reason. All around them were vessels moving to and fro from operation to operation, schooner teams and cruisers running operations to keep micro-asteroids from piercing the hulls of the more vulnerable ships within the fleets protective perimeter with numerous gun runs and erecting special fields to catch them.
Gallek kept his craft at a steady pace for the moment as he transmitted a signal to all nearby vessels with approval that he was running fighter testing. Not really lying but they might get watched too much if he puts in that an alien was piloting one of their craft. "How is the Sysglow doing back there? Handling the controls alright?"
Mithra was happy with her reassurances that Maltoi was someone she trusted, he still had plenty of cause to be wary of course but with this he can be happy knowing that things can be handled better with both of their acceptance in this rather hairbrained scheme they've haphazardly cooked up between them. "I'm glad, I'm rather protective of my family, you have to be in our clan. All sorts of weirdoes with vendettas and lower clans with dreams of leeching off of us targets any young, impressionable or naïve member of our family they can see. And for as much of a genius my aunt is... She isn't great with dealing with people with ulterior motives. That's why I'm here-" Mithra was being rather open with this information, most likely as a promise and an assurance that whatever way the coins ends up, things for either of them will be handled. Ilox doesn't know this but Mithra's mother was an assassin for the House of Shadows, while Fraph was her intelligence officer. While his father was a mighty Gat Crasher, a demo expert that had an equally fiery personality to match. Mithra got the best of both worlds in that scenario, a cunny mind that can be fuelled by explosive motivation to get things done.
"-To take care of said weirdoes and creeps with ulterior motives of using her. My mother might yell at me for this but I want this to work between our people. It doesn't just help with relations but I'm hoping some of his attitude will rub off on her, aunty Fraph isn't quite so... Bold. She's too cautious, that's how Apex managed to break through our lines in the first place. She kept too much back and then got baited to open up a hole. So I'm hoping he'll help her grow, learn to be more courageous." It certainly sounded like a gamble, but it looked like he was more concerned with helping his aunt grow as a person than simply helping her be a better fleet security chief. Which seemed like a very 'Mithra' thing to do despite the fact they just met.
The tram soon clattered to a slow stop, the doors to the tram opening to let them off as Mithra took that que to stand up. "If this works our two peoples will become closer, it'll be awhile before we can call you allies or even family but right now it will be a much needed thrill that everyone needs. Friendly aliens that are happy to see us? We haven't seen that in generations." Mithra says as he walked off the tram, the large maintenance doors opening up to hallway leading to the bridge with it also leading to a exterior airlock and several crew quarters.
Back in the hanger Fraph was losing feeling in her hands from how red her face was with all these compliments Maltoi was giving her, how could her body possible keep up after so many times her heart has skipped a beat already! Though she got quite engrossed in Maltoi's explanation of his family, his clan. She didn't know what an 'Agriworld' was but to then hear that he came from farmers and even an engineer she was certainly surprised. She knew many like him in her time in the military, lots of agricultural workers joining the fleets military to help their clanless parents. Though then when she was engrossed he embarrassed her so with his pesky compliments again, being able to make her blush this much HAS to be a crime somewhere. She was getting to the point where she was half covering her face with her hands to hide how red her face had gotten under her breather. "Th-Th-Thank you Maltoi! I hope I am doing them proud. A-And I'm sure your clan is more than proud of you." Though now he was talking about something that was nagging at her, she had heard from her Nephew that they were a fleet that got away from a civil war in their home system or some sort. She was wondering if everyone in Ilox's fleet was in a similar situation as Maltoi, unable to get home with the outcome...
Though that sombre thought was distracted by his question. "E-Eh? My parents... Oh my they're retired by now. They live on the head family estate on the Main Liveship. My father was a Splicer specialist and my mother is still technically active as a Xeno-data analyst. My dad saw active military service, so did my mother but she was more part time since she was needed to decrypt the languages of alien species."