The blood mage did struggle and try to fight. Obviously he was over powered here. The other blood mages started standing up. Looking for their missing comrade... None of them seemed to speak, but none readied weapons or magic. They didn’t seem too worried about having to fight anybody.
Greating him with a raised eyebrow and a handshake "White hair...? And yeah the guy that's captain likes to keep the place fancy like his own personal mansion... The guys a pompous jerk off. But he isn't a coward or a fool so I can't complain that much... My dreadnaught, Remnant Planes, is made up in to look more like a classy pub if anything." He says jokingly as they walk into the officers lounge.
The room was a small one thanks to t being a frigate but it had 3 tables, a small stage where a hologram was singing and a bar here one of the AI crewman was serving. Sat at a table in the centre was a woman, with medium length silvery hair, golden eye with her right eye having an eyepatch over it. She laid back in her chair and was already digging in to some sort of crisp based snack why the time they arrived. "Yo old man Cao. I was surprised to hear you didn't kick the bucket yet. Who's the shrimp? He's not one of yours." The mystery woman looked like she stood about 5'7ft at the very least...
"Err.. Teleportation is still in early stages so mutation tends to happen from time-to-time thank the gods i haven't turned into a woman." Im reply to the surprised reaction from General Cao regarding the change of the hue of his hair. "Heh, big ships tend to have some sort of theme going on inside of them, i know the Skadi-Class literally has its own rail transport to get officers from 1 place to another.".
While walking into the room he would sigh and would bring out his flask once again as he is thirsty, this time his flask is quite different from the one he gave it to him. It seems to have runes on it and a skull on the bottom of it. The stench of strong alcohol would quickly spread into the room and would fill the nostrils of anyone temporarily. Taking a strug from it he would breath out vocally signalling he's filled. The woman infront of him would make him surprised. "Who th-" Oh right he's just a guest so he shuts himself up. Easy to take insults but hard to absorb in compliments. Also what is that tremor feeling he is getting, dont tell me his subconscious is ringing the bell that the woman in front is someone he should fancy.
Upon hearing this and now being finished Inputting her passport's information into the system both of the Customs Officials would look at each other in silence, the only behind the desk seeming to be giving a non-verbal gesture to the other, before having both of them look back at the female in question, both of them seemed to be Visually Confused, Worried and generally unsettled this would last for a while before one of them would begin to speak, motioning for Nyra to move past before handing back her passport and another peace of paper and having one of them finally speak;
"Well then.. I believe, your good to go, if you continue down this path you'll reach another area where you'll need to show that Ticket to the agent so, he can take you and a few others down to the surface.. Considering your that of a Visitor or Tourist here, you'll be given a List of locations for services and everything else you may need, Including hotels, restaurants and the like, there isn't a need for Currency Conversion, considering most if not all of the Services and locations does take Foreign currencies."
"Other than that, Enjoy your stay here on Jena"
(Just Quoting you, so you know where to respond Dilberta)
Hearing the Commotion above them get closer, and Closer to where they were within, it would seem to Prompt Xedia to carry out with her plan, however should he look close enough and Observe not only her body language, and Facial expressions she was hesitant to truely go out with this plan, Unbeknownst to him she knew that whatever she had planned to do, would be a one way trip with no chance of reversing or at the very least stopping the transformation at all.
But with the Commotion and the sounds of gunfire becoming closer and closer by the second she would continue down the pathway before her, looking back before getting to the center of the chamber and motioning for him to follow, should he follow her to the center he would clearly see an almost ominously glowing puddle filled with an unknown substance, around this Puddle was various walls fully engraved in runic markings, glowing a bright purple, and as Xedia would stand on the edges of the puddle before her, she would look back once more before finally speaking
Her voice filled with Uncertainty and hesitation as she would speak towards him "Should I do this, it would almost certainly mean the end of Individuality, and self thought, but then again... Survival is more Important than Culture is it not?"
"His soul is seperated then, leaving this more deadly personality space to take over the body." The Grand Vizier remarked, before chittering to itself. "The Nadri sometimes suffer similar fates if the connection to the Queen is seperate for too long. We become feral, though the reintroduction of strong enough psionics would allow such a thing." The other Councilors seemed content to let the Nadri speak their piece, as they rarely spoke, giving it a certain weight when a Grand Vizier of all things deigned to speak, the hands of the Nadri Queen. "In theory, one would simply need a strong enough blast in the right spot to reintroduce his full personality to him. In another theory, this might lock away his other personality forever and leave him vulnerable in some sense."
One of the Ticonins spoke, its crystals glittering as it held its chin in some pantomime of human gestures. "There is a possibility a sufficient technological device could be constructed to suppress certain parts of the technology. As regrettable as it may be, the Council can force the Athalians to guilt trip and aid in giving us what they know. There is also the possibility of using the same project we used on you, but to heal his mind instead of breaking it. We wouldn't require his death, but sedating him would be difficult."
And finally, a Vok spoke, a Blackguard armored in mystic plate. "The Witch-King would be able to fix this without risking destroying either individual."
Their communicators buzzed once more with an AI's voice: "All units, new orders received via tachyon communications. Frames are now online and are to be running interference alongside t he Solus border. All squads are to redouble patrol routes and send robotic units in for reconfiguration. War order has been given against the Iammelonian Confederation. Hostile forces are Omnipo, Cyboar, and possible other unknown elements. Lethal force is authorized in self-defence. Grand Admiral Nalzi, Grand Admiral Elziavra, Captain Helka, The First Blade and Mateva are to convene on the Harbinger in orbit effective immediately."
Seeing the guy take a facefull of blackfire and actually come out unscaved by it, that certainly caught his attention as he stayed in his pure energy transformation, being the only source of light in this void they were now stood in, rubbing his wrists as he stared wide eyed at the true form of their captor, disturbing as it is. Though hearing him say 'This place' instead of just talking about them he couldn't help but feel he meant the Capital and all those within its walls. "What did you just say... So you're toying with us so you can write stories...?" They were effectively trapped now... They were on his turf. There was no guarantee that they could get back even if they did defeat him...
Filia fought the same thing as she took the jacket from around her shoulders and wrapped the sleeves around her waist before her Psionic power coursed through her body, lightning coursing over her body as she scowled up to their captor. "Write your fanfics in your own god damn time, I ain't looking to be some weirdos source material... Do you think you take really take all three of us?" In truth it was she who wasn't so sure about their odds, it seemed like he was just toying with them so far, not taking them seriously... And that worried her alittle.
"Ah that must have been quite the surprise for you to meet the princess back then." He says looking back to her
Looking to the white hair he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow "So the white hair... Is because of your teleporter... Heh. Must be exciting to go into such uncharted territory." He says with a delighted chuckle before he sits down at the table, motioning to the girl present "This is Jelica Meyek. She's a natural demolitions expert with a unique power to change matter at will. She'll e your drinking partner."
Jelica raised a silver eyebrow as she looked to Cao and then to Yohann after she smelled the pure alcohol from his flask "Hmm... There's some potential... Might make a worthy opponent since all your boys are lightweights." To which Cao just blinked and said "They aren't lightweights, its just that your DNA makes you damn near immune to it..."
Jelica just shrugged at that as she messed with her hair abit. "I don't see the difference. Now we're the drinks..." Cao just rolled his eyes and waved the barkeep. The Android brought over a barrel of strong ale and mugs to lay down on the table for them to take as they wish.
"He got a job? I'm surprised Vayln was willing to let him do that, as well as care for him... You know Vayln, right?" Ninfua would peak her attitude at the mention of her grandfather, interested in hearing Chrysanthemum's reply.
Nyra looked startled at the ticket, but eventually nodded and quietly said, "Uh, yeah, you too.", before wincing. She coughed a little, "Uh, I-I mean, thank you, really, for everything.", before doing as instructed and walking down to the agent, ticket at the ready.
Alicia listened to all of the options, looking between the members one after the other as their presented her with the options to save her father. "I'm not sure how sealing away his other half would affect him... It might make him more vulnerable to psychic attacks, easier to mind control him. It could even reap him of his offensive powers completely..." She says before thinking on Project waterfall "Trying to alter the mind of the beast may end up doing more harm than good... And guilt tripping the Athailian's might hurt us both in the long run."
Now she was only left with one of the remaining options, she had no idea who this 'Witch-King' was but that plan sounded like it had the best outcome. "... Then the witch-king is the best bet for saving my father then."
Helka looked at her communicator as she walked with Elzi to the directors office "Well I'll be damned... I was wondering when this would come full circle... Fighting against the pair of them again. But this time fighting with Excave instead of against them... This is going to be so weird fighting alongside people I tried to kill in the past."
His grin just etched further into his face. “Oh my. You three don’t realize it do you?” He laughed. “You’re already in one!” His laughter continued, and seemed to echo... until the three of then all found themselves back at the entrance to the palace. Like a bad dream washing away. They all just... were back at the palace. Just like that. Jazmin looked around quite frightened. Her fists glowing with her fire, as her eyes darted around. Her body shaking. Harlock still in his energy form. Filia’s jacket tied around her waist.
Liline nodded. “Yup! A pretty moon damned big surprise. It’s not everyday an orphan gets to share a carriage with a princess who buys her a pretty dress, takes a photo with her, and enrolls her into a private school.”
The man grunted, shrugging, "I know that better than most. I'm from Iammelon, you see. As for what you can help me with, a few questions. How did you guys get here?"
This cooperation, even if there was much disagreement, was much appreciated, and made the Iammelonians more comfortable. They of course were still ready to advise the Bezi, but they were otherwise willing to relax more and not get so troubled. And helped in the speculations as well. Adding their own intelligence, but also less formal things, like understanding the personalities of certain forces and enemy commanders. For instance, the Zantines were certain to mostly be operating in areas they wanted to reclaim for their own Empire, like Boetha.
The Watrike were displeased by the swords not being given up, since they took the protection of their lord very seriously. But the officer of the Golden Guard was experienced, and gave permission for the two to keep their sabres, so long as they remained sheathed for the meeting. If that was accepted, the Watrike would allow Chelmsby and the Attache to enter into the chambers of the Grand Drake.
Inside the room was a massive war chamber of Tyfrondor himself. This place was designed to keep the Grand Drake fully up to date with all information, and easily send out orders. It was a compact commander center, and the collection of technology in here was rather astounding. Tyfrondor himself was in the back of the room, with his personal computer, reading the many reports coming into him that required his personal attention. His son, Razethorn, was sitting alongside him at another computer, following his father's instructions and sending out orders and information. And of course, there were easily at least a hundred Watrike Guards in here, practically lining the walls and working at various stations. If one was particularly observant, they would even notice Watrike up near the ceiling on patrol, showing that this room was secure entirely. No chances. The Grand Drake looked up from his computer and noticed Chelmsby, giving Razethorn a nod to look up as well. Tyfrondor then spoke calmly, "Welcome to my sanctum. Chelmsby, correct? Apologies for no formality, but there's no time for such things in my work today."
The creature was indeed not very intelligent, a primal force of rage, hate, and power. There was little finesse to this tool. Though Sieg underestimated Omnipo's requirement for intelligent destruction in this being. All around her was their more intelligent destruction, as Toxitroopers moved forward and their main infantry coordinated. The Psicrusher was doing its job quite well, and she would find it was not so easily launched. She managed to knock it away, but in this matter of physical prowess it did not come up lacking. It landed, its body scorched but far from defeated. But while it was not dead, it seemed to change strategies. It roared out, before quickly turning around and simply walking back towards the Omnipo lines, seemingly retreating, albeit without much clear urgency.
This got the Revenant's attention, who took his own free hand to throw up a powerful shield to block that. It wasn't all of its power however, but Yajana would find she got that too. The beam was given additional power, crackling with extra force as it suddenly split into three beams, each attempting to strike Yajana in three different spots on her body. If she could withstand this for a few moments however, Mierl gave the go-ahead for Wiz to teleport him, and as soon as that happened he appeared right behind the Psion, firing the overcharged burst of shots into the back of the Psion's head, turning it to mush and sending little bits of brain bits everywhere, before those and the rest of the body simply disintegrated under the force of the Psion's psionics self destructing the body without the creature controlling them.
Admiral Tamour looked to her and smiled, "That it would have been. But of course, we were in the sky, so it is quite difficult to have true control over the situation. Regardless, I'll have scouts see if anybody survived and can be brought in for questioning. In the meanwhile, we have work to get to. Time to see what this base has in store." The Admiral walked off to find the base's commander, another Dragon, who revealed that a company of platoon of Combat Drakes were here, as well as a Company of Excave Harbingers. A number of gunships and artillery pieces were also ready. The heavy ordinance that would be quite useful if Omnipo brought in their own heavy gear.
Triugo chuckled, "Your brother's ship, eh? Yeah, I think then it's important to keep that thing safe. Or else you might have to buy him a new one!" He chuckled again, but then got more serious, "In that case, we'll likely need to get ourselves a spot on a high class freighter. Maybe even a super freighter. We'll also have to swap its ID signatures, so we don't have the trouble of getting flagged as criminals in transit. Thankfully for you, Grand Hunt can do that, and I'll pay for the service as a thanks. However, getting a spot on a super freighter or something similar might be a big troublesome. Though I have an idea, which may work. Thorax Incorporated has one of their Surplus Super Freighters on planet, having delivered a big shipment of starfighters for use by the planetary defense forces. Those ships are massive, and should easily be able to transport your own craft. And Bazaar Security trusts the company, so rather unlikely to get randomly searched and found out. The only issue is getting booked for transport on it."
Omnipo was clearly rather angered by this, but given the situation they had no choice but to remove their legitimate operations and personnel from those lands. Except Alexandria, which they remained in stubbornly. But otherwise, they left while loudly complaining. Cyboar left peacefully as well, but much more in an orderly fashion and peaceably. Cyboar even made sure to make final payments for rented property, keeping up their side of any contracts before departing. The various companies sent their representatives, with Aztecha and Excave’s coming together.
The Dragon listened to the announcement for himself, and had things to say on it. He nodded his head, “We are preparing major sweeps. However we’re being careful, we want to get their top people, who may have important intel for other theaters of the war. An alliance would be acceptable for defending this planet, frees up our resources. However one thing I should add is that Bazaar Security can be trusted. Omnipo attacked them as well, so they’ve thrown in fully with us.”
Jack sighed. “Fornt pushed us into a portal before preparing us for anything. So next thing you knew I was grabbed by the collar on my shirt and tossed into a godforsaken hole.”
If the rebels were in Boetha, then they had to be stopped. Regardless of Iammelonian wishes, the Bezi main battle plan was titled Operation Boa. Essentially, it aimed to destroy the rebel navy as quickly as possible. Keeping the fighting contained within the rebel territory. Then, with the Bezi superior navy and Iammelonian forces at hand, they would carve a path right through the rebel planets.
The swords being sheathed was no problem. These were officer dress swords. And while it could be extrapolated that both individuals knew how to use their sabres, they were still just sabres. Chelmsby nodded her head. “Honoured to be in your presence once again, Lord Tyfrondor.” She saluted. Breaking the salute she spoke quickly, but formally. “I come here today to see through the implementation of the Union Allied Command, or UAC for short. This would be a joint committee of generals and civilian politicians in charge of fighting and winning this war for the union. It will consist with you as its civilian chairman, a supreme commander of all union allied forces to be appointed by you, and will be in charge of all troop movements, tactical decisions, and responsible for logistics. I have also taken the liberty of inventing a series of coding and encryption numbers for us to apply to all UAC communications.” The aide-de-camp opened up the attache case and set it on the closest table. He removed a large computer data chip. And handed it to a watrike. It would contain everything Tyfrondor would need for the UAC and its unique encryption software.
Atin Ca'ta took one of the rifles in hand, looking it over briefly. "A slugthrower weapon?" He inquired. "Very well."
"Then shall the Witch-King arrive to this cell or shall the King of Castameer venture to the Vok system? Either are possible." The Vok replied.
Elzi gave her a curious tilt of the head, now legitimately intrigued as she had to gently put Helka on a path towards a shuttle towards the impromptu war council. "You've fought Excave before?"
Department of Enforcement personnel swept former buisness holdings for anything that could of been a threat: Gas bombs, regular bombs, biological weapons, cyberwarfare or electronic warfare devices, sensitive information, etcetra etcetra. While Omnipo was a known legitimate factor, the Confederacy knew little of Cyboar's allegiances in the war evidence wise, but the DNI left nothing to chance with such a mysterious faction. The company representatives would be escorted to Itrypso, where proxy droids for the Council would meet them alongside the Emperor. The Confederacy wished to flat out allow Excave more buisness within the Confederacy, as well as the other companies. Similarly, the Anubite Kingdom was also invited, as well as representatives from Bazaar Security once the information from Macky was passed along.
Chieko quickly passed down the information that Security was friendly, which was more evidence they had chosen the right side. "Attacking Security? Interesting. What about Cyboar and the other companies? We've also extended an offer to the Anubites in the event Omnipo begins to mess with them, or other factions." She said, gently tapping her pen on the table. H04ND looked up briefly, before shifting, displaying a holographic projection of Lord Vy'shak, Delmah Imperial Councilor. "Lord Macky. Lady Erellyth informed me of you the first time we met on this planet. I am currently a short distance away from the Angelarium system with my flagship. While normally I would invite you to sit at the War Council above, for your safety, we will transmit down to the Director's office."
He would smugly smile as he would take his seat directly infront of Jelica. Unsure what the hell is this throbbing feeling he is experiencing in his chest he would shake it off and would sit down properly. "Im gonna be forward for a bit but your eyepatch fits you." Oh my, advancing already after first meeting? what a power move. Yohann would open the tap of the barrel and would pour himself a mugful of ale and for her. He would gently slide the mug towards her and would raise his mug. "Cheers." Chugging through it in a single swoop he would finish the mug in 10 seconds without placing the mug down.
A smug smile on her knowing he will win.
Calmness, Peacefulness all of those feel good emotions you feel when you are close to the one you fancy and.. love.. The Patting he is experiencing is a godsend and truly heavenly. This wholesome feeling, he wants more of it. Her love for him fills the void he has, abyssmal yet slowly being filed up. He would nuzzle his head on her bossom as she gets closer to him. "Ahh.. you smell nice.. hehe." He would remove his head from her bossom and would look up her. "So what do you wanna do now?"
As she would Make her way towards the Destination given to her, she would seem to Enter another area, this one filled with less People, and with what seemed to be a Waiting area, In front of her would be another Desk, with another Agent at it, this one being a Female based on the Appearances alone, and would seem to be Much Different from the Other two Officials she had first encountered.
And as Nyra would Approach the Agent in question, the Agent would already seem to be Expecting her, motioning for her to come over, with an almost Welcoming smile, before speaking towards her as she were to get close enough
"Hello there, and Welcome to the Jenian Orbital Platform, I'm Assuming you have your Passport and Ticket? if so then, you wouldn't mind Placing them onto the Desk here, and let me get to them... An Elevator should be Arriving shortly, but these things take a while to Get from the Planet's surface and to the station here... I'm Agent Dau've, and should you need anything from me don't feel Afraid to ask".
The Female In front of her, Dau've was that of a Different species from the two Agents at the First Checkpoint, her skin a Noticeable Blue color, along with her eyes being a Bright Red, she was tall easily being able to rise over Nyra should she need to, as she was sitting down before her, and her voice was almost Sweet and Kindhearted, yet sounded as if she was Pre-Recorded Message, a Robot almost, either this was due to her Training or just how she Sounded.
Once more as Baeusthair would seem to Place his head onto her chest she wouldn't seem to care, or notice simply looking back down at him with a smile as he spoke to her, still seeming to be Patting his head before he would begin to move from her, and ask her a question, When she heard this she would Fall silent for a moment before finally speaking
Her voice Sounding Uncertain and Unclear as she were to speak towards him; "Well... Considering, my Crew is likely Expecting me to return tomorrow, and I did Promise you that I'd get you off this world and away from the Norm that is your Patrol Routine, If anything the two of us will return back to the station."
"Besides.. I do need to check up on them anyways, and the both of us does still have Responsiblites.. And hopefully, Maybe potentially take you with me back to Traduia for a while or so.. besides it wouldn't hurt"
Markway merely followed Xedia as she hauled herself towards some unknown goal. His knowledge of the hive did not extend to this part, infact, he didnt even know it existed until now. He wanted to ask questions as he sprinted to Xedia, but telling from the commotion, the Traduitarians are close. He stopped upon seeing Xedia stopped next to an ominously floating orb. He examined it for a while, moving back as to not accidentally touch it. He didn't hear Xedia's mumbling, he was too focused on the approaching Traduiatrians to pay attention to it. Though, he questioned what the purple orb thing was.
He pointed at the orb, looking at it for a split second, before the commotion of the Traduitarians reclaimed his attention. He thought about them for a while as they got closer to his position. He soon mused that they were looking for him specifically. He thought for a moment, before turning to Xedia.
"Whatever you're planning, wait a second. It's obvious they want me and me alone. I'm gonna try and negotiate with them."
With that Markway begins to walk back to where they came, hoping to intercept the Traduitarians before they can reach the Queen. Really, he never planned on sacrificing himself for an alien race today, but hey, at least it'd make a good story for the DSD..if he managed to get back..that is.
The grizzled man simply nodded and sighed, “Rather typical then. Guess Cyboar was about to descend again. You’re really more lucky to be alive. Fornt probably pushed you through the Gate to keep you in whole state of living. Only he can really survive such a fight, or escape it himself. Still, sorry you got thrown into this.”
While this plan did align with the Union’s goals, the Bez were told they were getting carried away. Before the navy could be handled, all Union territory had to be connected, or at least as much as possible. The OMNI Navy was one of the largest in eastern Hoshizora, it’s why they had the confidence to wage this war as they did, not to mention the added naval power of their confederate allies. Attrition favored the Confederates, more finesse would be needed. The Bez’s naval power was mighty, but it would be destroyed with little true damage to Omnipo if they engaged the Confederates directly, and that would likely be taken poorly by the Sansad. Operation Boa would have to be put off until the Union was at full power.
The Watrike who got the chip took it over to Razethorn, who had it inserted into a large memory server. The Dragon gave his father a nod of confirmation as the data was being scanned, and the Grand Drake nodded, “Seems you are quite prepared then. Good. I will take your coding method and have it distributed alongside the rest to my officers. As for this allied command, I have already arranged for such things. The Union’s first minister of war, Tamour Rulcar, will take command, under my authority. He will do his job just fine. What I care about right now is inserting your own forces into my plans. Tamour knows his role in this great tapestry of war, but how about you Chelmsby? Tell me what your understanding of your part, and that of the Bez as a whole in this UAC.” The red eyes of the Grand Drake watched her, as well as her attache, closely, to make it clear he was listening intently.
Omnipo’s offices were mostly bereft of anything except some security systems that had been “forgotten”, so there was some trouble with sentry guns and the like. Otherwise they’d find a couple attempts at hiding listening stations and beacons, to get intel, but nothing dangerous to the surrounding area like bombs. Cyboar however left absolutely nothing. Searching their buildings would find nothing at all, not even left behind trash or desks, just nothing, as if they weren’t there at all. The most found was that one building had been given a new basement, but this too was stripped clean. As for the businesses, they went along with this, including an Anubite ambassador, who came with the vindicated Bazaar Security officer. More business was very much something they would all want, except Bazaar Security. They were a police force, so they weren’t much for operating outside Iammelon’s borders, but they were just happy to be recognized.
Macky was happy his word was trusted on Bazaar Security. It was good he didn’t need to go to the extra trouble of showing the evidence, since that took time. Being trusted was pleasant for the Dragon, who nodded to Chieko, “Yes, Bazaar Security was included in Omnipo’s sneak attacks across Iammelon. They are, understandably, very angry about that. Cyboar we are unsure of, but they withdrew from our territory in similar time, so we believe they have sided with Omnipo. The Anubites are our faithful allies, so I am certain they will be on Excave’s side. The lines are still not totally sure, but I will have a more complete list of factions and their loyalties complied soon when the marks are clear.” He paused to look at the projection. The news was nice to hear, so he nodded, “Thank you, Councilor. It will be nice to see you here.”
Nothing seem to happen as the Frame approaches the Ishar Monolith. The angelic aria that resonates around the area causes no reaction except for slight energy disturbances on a high frequency. With a machine one would be able to faintly detect that the Monolith was receiving energy from seemly nowhere, perhaps it can be traced back? The Frame was close enough to scan the sigils on the stone. By luck it was able to be translated. The text was about the Monolith itself which turns out is a Songstone. A Ishnar form of gravestone that exists beyond the fourth dimension, time. It receives the aria of the Ishnar masses in their churches, regardless of both space and time. The Songstone is also a memorial for the loss of an entire galaxy under the Ishar control by the blind zealotry of the Earth Mother. At the bottom is both a warning and a message of hope. Telling those to be wary of the Earth Mother, for she distorts the truth. There were no sin to be purged in the galaxy. For those who wish to learn of the Ishnar people, simply listen to the songs.
It took a moment after they appeared right back at the palace entrance for Harlock to fully realise what had just happened as his whole body trembled even in his pure energy form, still stood in a defencive posture as he quivered while his body everted back to his normal form out of shock and fear. "H-How... We're... Back at the palace...?"
Filia looked around them for a moment before she looked to both Jazmin and Harlock, seeing them loose it while she was still composed. For Harlock he slapped him around the back of the head and she pinched Jazmin's cheeks to get them both to focus again "Stay with me here, losing our cool is the last thing we should do okay? We just need to work out what we're going to do.2 She says putting the jacket back on before gripping the sleeves tightly.
"... I wonder if that's actually common... It's a big galaxy." He says stretching to fold his arms behind his head while they walk. "Still... I won't deny your quality of life improved alot."
Jelica raised an eyebrow to the compliment, showing some degree of emotion on that blank slate as she watched him chug the mug. "Boastful..." She says dipping her finger in the mug before lifting it out with all the ale with it having turned it into a soft of jello ale as she just wolfed it down with a slight smile . "But your chances of winning a drinking game against me are pretty slim shrimp" She says whimsically
"It'll be safer for the Witch-King to come to my father... If he relapses out in space we might lose him for good..." Alicia says as she looks to the Vok, really the last thing she wanted was for her father to go rampaging through half of the galaxy and someone killing him before they could help him...
Helka started to follow Elzi towards the shuttle they were needing to take to this war council with a single nod "Yeah I fought them on Duxton, I never fought many of their ground units unless their transports crashed. They're a hardy bunch with lots of powerful fighters. It was... Interesting fighting them."
The creach nodded. “Aye, ‘ere in the Bez we prefer the tried and true to experimental and mechanical.” There were some chuckles from the marines. “Right! Up first, why don’t you try your ‘and. Five targets will be fired from the catapult. Each in succession until the last two, which will he fired in separate directions. Tell me when your ready.”
Jazmin’s fists of flame disappeared and it was clear she tried ro stop shaking. But it was too difficult for her. And she was unable to. So, she... just kept looking around. Worried that any shadow would leap at her. Any strand of hair in her face was some kind of apparition. She was... concerned.
She nodded, suddenly taking a left through an alley and stopping randomly. She ran her hand along a brick wall. Before stopping, crouching down and inspecting a grate on the lower part of a wall. It was an iron grate, smooth and bolted to the brick. “And down there is where I used to live. Seems they barricaded the ole cellar up.”
Jack scoffed. “I can handle myself in a fight. Even against cybernetic villains.” He slapped the barrel of his rifle. “This baby would have saved me, or I would have died. Either way, It would have prevented my suddenly arrival in this moon forsaken universe.”
The Bezi officers seemed offended, almost, at the mere idea that any navy could be superior to the Bezi navy! The Omnipo navy would not stand a chance. Bezi ships could easily out maneuver and outgun an Omni ship as the officers would have you know. Plus, Omni ships need refueling depots. Bezi ships can run for three years without coming to port, five with strict rationing. It was highly offensive to the Bez that they were being forced to slow the war. The Fatimazda and Humans agreed that this should be a quick war, after all, they’re only fighting rebels. But since the union wanted to make this painful, the Bezi started analyzing the Free Forrest sector as a suitable target for an initial prong. Bezi officers wanted to immediately start attacking, but this whole oversight thing seemed to get officers more and more irritated as the days and eventual weeks went on. The entirety of the Bezi command staff already had plans and knew what they could do to win this war. But the unionists just kept “getting in the way of their own victory.” As one officer would write in a letter to Bezembay. Sansad was... not pleased as it was. What was supposed to be a gloriously quick Bezi and Union victory over rebels was now turning into a seriously drawn out affair. Many ministers on Bezembay were getting tired of hearing about no engagements or battles having been fought yet.
The human was just standing at attention, Chelmsby was at ease. But she was stern and unwavering. “Most of my colleagues make the mistake of thinking this is our war. I however know that we are just providing you some extra boots, some extra brains, and some damn fine ships.” There was no joking tone to her apt phrasing.