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"Yes, my Auntie, Margaret is my mother's sister. And also a landlord on Bezembay. So my hope is she can help us find a place to live or even let us become tenants. Though, I will warn you that townhouses and apartments are pretty much all that's available on Bezembay."
May crossed her arms and walked around Zia, making sure she was truly asleep. For the time her fear seemed to have been replaced by her thirst for knowledge, as long as the troubled monster was asleep at least "I'll tell you what she is ...she is the ghost of that skittish forest-sister from the vision mainly, I could tell from the way she acted in the vision and from when she met us ...though it must be said that Ialao do not cower that much, I'm proof of that. Anyway ...it seems she also has absorbed that Psion's soul. I wonder what that third jinx is though ...Zia never talked from the Anubite's point of view, it can't be him ..or he's an awfully silent fellow and that would be a first for an Anubite. Not even death stops an anubite from completing their lengthy speech." She attempted to poke Zia but quickly retracted her finger and turned at Raaus looking quite guilty "Ahh ..yes, as I was saying ..I watched a movie recently, the heroes are all ancient Anubite warriors and they all die at the same time in a shipwreck, then their ghosts remain trapped in the wreck because their relatives don't know they have died and argue all the time ...what I'm saying is" she pointed at Zia with a smug smile "She's a wreck"
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The Olynd's ears perked up as Azdrey mentioned the Eskavari and raised her finger, she had heard that before "Yes-yes! I remember, Sakavar ..it's an evil spirit that sucks all life! ...grandma Rassiqath told me of those Sakavarim! They could be the Red Demons!" Lizbet also appeared interested for a while, this could prove valuable if they were the same demons, since they came from the north-east ..hinting to a new secret route, hidden in the Storms "The words sounds similar, perhaps they came from a new ether current ...if we find the documents verifying this, it would be great news for all the Hadast"
Astrith and Lizbet had a whispered private exhange with each other a little before reaching their destination. It seemed as if Lizbet gave some instructions to her Olynd, with Astrith begrudgingly nodding her head. While Azdrey could not entirely understand the talk, it seemed to be again about that blasted collar. Nevertheless both stood in awe as the ship approached the skyreaching city ..it was not bigger at all than Utiqart in Ashtart, but it was far more modern and organized; Lizbet merely smiled as Astrith stuck her snoot and hands on the glass gasping at the sight "Wahh! It's all so ...metallic ..and glassy ..it's like Science Reality! Master look at the great billboards it's a dragon!" Lizbet scratched her head-feathers and leaned to notice the dragon ..and indeed there it was ..a dragon! Gloriously arguing over a parking slot in the nearby landing pod beneath them "Looks like you Azdrey, but fat ..it's obviously overfed." Astrith gave an annoyed look at Lizbet, the first time they were seeing dragons and she had ruined it as always ..damn siblings.
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Nia sure could use some fresh air, besides, that way she thought she could watch more Watrike go about their lives and copy their mannerisms to fit in. She turned Birta with her hands upwards facing the hand-dragon to look startled "There is! Quick all go to headquarters for interrogations! There truth shine for glory of Grand Drake!" she had Birta walk towards the door's position, then suddenly stood up herself with plush in hand "Pikki of the Niki? ..is that friend of Cendri? Great Warrior or not will become Pikki of the Nia Clan! Alright! This one is willing to see some more of Watrike city, is gigantic settlement! Lots of big towers and new snoots." The white-scaled watrike would follow Cendri to the said park, obviously being quite fine with the idea, after all this Pikki Niki guy would be quite a famous one to bear his clan's name. Nia was quite happy with her stay on Trikorn so far, nevertheless many thoughts came and went through her head ..especially regarding her mother; would she see her again? Perhaps she was in the same planet even, unable to meet or even talk ..it had been quite many years since she last had seen her after all, perhaps she had forgotten her.
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Mica smirked at Zirona's question, knowing fully well whom was the target, nevertheless she would have to play her game for now. Casually taking her baggage and changing into a Boethan Confederate Constabulary private's uniform she stood in attention and saluted Zirona as she finished "At your orders Commander Zirona ...ve vill go vish your plan, sounds vell-thought. If zhey catch us I vill pretend zhat I caught some spies.". The Boethan spy was still quite uncertain of the entire mission, but she had to do what should be done; she quickly hid and prepared to run with the rest when the signal was given, trying to remember the details of the secret military base "Ve must get to 01-234-55, adjust your spotters... ..zhere is a gate to zhe main facility zhere". Still not all was well, if something went wrong she could lose Wilioa as well as Zirona ..or even her own life ..she was feeling rather nervous, unknowingly to all mostly due to her secondary objective; trying to forget Zirona and calm down she avoided Wilioa and turned to the only unknown face of Creerisk, addressing the unstable Ialao bomber with a rather worried tone "How do I look? Am I 'separatist bιtch' enough?"
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Myrafiora gave a big kiss to Zenos, hugging him "Sounds sad, but I understand ...the Zemral feel similar to the rest of our kin, it's why I let them go to their precious Union. But I am sure we Ghashyr have ways of reminding you what we all share ..for starters we do not have itchy fur like half of the nebula does, and more; we can't help but dream of always going further." She stood up and grabbed her back in pain, signs that the Talmyr hadn't been exercising as much as she should "Oy, let's look at our Valx costumes ...there must be some old ones in this wardrobe!" She opened the walled wardrobe and in it could be seen at least a hundred suits ..even an old armor. For sure this hadn't opened for years, probably millennia if the dust and confused moths were any indication. Myrafiora started grabbing suits, presenting them proudly ..the first one was all green, resembling scales ...with two majestic retractable wings and flabby tail, it also had a small lionhead pin on it "Ah, look at the laor emblem! this belonged to Talmyr Sylitha the Bane of the Mhassari, a great warrior ...same she was also too kin on having fun with her prisoners of war, in the end all we found was a mauled body. I might wear that." She then dropped on Zenos' feet a red suit with detailed scales and various draconic runes on it, it possessed a more sleek tail with a detailed ending "I don't know who had this one, but he sure was a huge Valxoor, look at the runes ...guy probably went out to a cave and copied them or something, for Tal's sake... sure is a bit taller, but it seems to be your waist's size!" as she searched a bit more she stumbled upon something apparently great, almost gasping at the sight ..quickly bringing it out "look at this!" it was a blackscale one with what seemed to be actual dragon scales, although they could be fakes. Most impressively it had sharp black spikes coming out of it ..the tail seemed almost alive and it bared a five-pointed star pin "My Tal this should be in a museum ...it seems Pre-Somandraqish, probably remained in the family from Arel even ...fυck! I don't even know if I should wear it...."
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"I would not mind that punishment mighty Tarral! But I will help you fullfill your noble vow, I promise it in what little honor remains in my name and clan" Myrsa had forgotten all her woes as Tarral made her passionate speech. What a dragoness! - she thought; if she got back her body she already had an idea what to do after flying, and the more she looked into her eyes the more she was sure of it. Nevertheless, the Valx had to focus now back to her mission once more ..Saint Atyla the Lovebringer's wish had to wait, as a species was at stake. She immediately turned to Ezron looking excited as well as worried "The cave is outside Datha in a rather deserted mountain cave ..hidden, of course! Though you know that we will have to be impeccably careful and discreet Lord Ezron, no? I suggest a diplomatic delegation, I bet Myrafiora would be more than happy to greet some Heordal officials bringing gifts from the Grand Drake. Make sure of that, for Shyr is as dangerous as it is beautiful." her mind could not help it, making her look at Tarral as she uttered that particular last word.
Fornt took the slate, remotely entering the frequency into his notes, which could be seen by the terminal behind him now displaying the information and saving it to his contacts. Fornt nodded, "Quite the boarding action, no atmosphere but going from far to close rather quickly. Sadly that theory will likely be proven wrong, because Cyboar enjoys doing the same thing. But it should still work, as I doubt Cyboar expects one of their favored tactics for boarding a ship to be utilized against one of their stations. Although what exactly would the Vok want in exchange for this? Didn't think they had much stake in this war."
The thought of her healing him was good but he has to show that he is tough and resilient. ”Im fine, sweetie, no need to unless I absolutely need it.” He says rubbing her hair, patting her then entering the bathrooms. “I just need a shower and some rather intense stretching and ill be good to go, and besides us men have that weird feeling, just by looking at someone you can already tell if he was well.. punished or not.. it comes natural, don’t know how to explain it well but mhm.” The sound of a metal knob creaking can be heard and the pitter patter of water droplets begin to rush down. The door to the bathroom is left locked, it seems he has his fair share of her being mischievous and wouldn’t want to push her to do it again.
Some time later, he would be finished, already donning his black coat trimmed with gold, underneath it would be a white undershirt with a small silver pendant around his neck. He ogles on her lover’s appearance and sees if it matches, and if it doesn’t he’d change immediately. As they exit their abode, Jelica would be obviously gripping on his arm and not the other way around. “We’re headed to Muspellheim Valley, it’s a treacherous walk there but the scenery will be amazing, of course that’s also where the treasure is located.”
As she looks upon the holographic display of the supposed dragon, a thought comes out but would be quickly segued of whats happening. “Ah, that’s a dragon. Ill show you something later on but for now my nation being attacked from the inside is much more important than some giant fire breathing reptilian.” She isn’t wrong in this sense... Halfthur’s mind suddenly screams “Oh f*ck” Right. She is unsure if these terrorists brought some of the radio tech from the pirate group she used to be in, but hopefully they aren’t using them as they are on a whole other level of radio communication, doesn’t even use the standard spectrum at this point. “Could it be that- oh nevermind..” She wont casually disown her former loyalty and the pirates wont be that stupid enough to attack the capital itself since it has its own interests and operations there, in essence the pirates would side with the government for this.
A transmission would suddenly come into the ship. Halfthur would instantly rush on to the compartment where it is to see who it is. “Oi, Great Captain Halfthur, is that you comin’ round for a vi-” The transmission was suddenly silenced by her, oh by the gods hopefully her past life isn’t being exposed right now. Halfthur would then begin to speak with the person on the other line privately, hopefully Echo wouldn’t barge in and eavesdrop. "What the hell! don't enable the speaker compartment of your call! you know im trying to not let anyone know im one of yous right?!" Thats the only thing echo might have heard with her loud whispering.
The medics we’re treating everyone who we’re hurt with whatever tools they have, of course they are able to tend to everyone without the need of general reinforcements but they do know this wont be the last time they would attempt to attack any of the consulates. As one of the medics would check the bodies, it seemed peculiar that only a few of them have weapons while the rest are unarmed.
A auditory sigh can be heard from the line, ”The Jarlvein Revolutionary Army to be precise. They have been a thorn in our foot for such a long time we still don’t even know how we haven’t even able to take them down even with our current surveillance technology. They are clandestine beyond belief, we don’t even know if one of our military officers here are part of the Jarlvein Revolutionary Army. They are a hundred thousand strong, spread evenly across all systems here, they may be even attacking those planets either. I can confidently tell they have been planning this strike for years.” A brief pause before he speaks again. “They’re definitely trying to frame you, I’ve seen this tactic before… Confirm your marines if the assailants they eliminated outside your consulate armed or not.”
The marines were also equally suspicious of this, then going on to inspect the rest of the scene while the marine captain reported back to the consul on what had happened and the result. The consul himself would speak again, “Indeed. According to my marine captain, these men were mostly unarmed by tried to assault the front gate in a manner that lead the marines to use lethal force. I tell you this stinks of fowl play. But-“ He spoke as a note was put on his desk, “it seems that my marines have managed to set up a long ranged communication device on the roof. We’ll be reporting this to Bezembay shortly.”
"Acknowledged, we'll tell the grey boys on the ground to not fire on your troops. Once you have successfully set up your long communication device, we'll give you a frequency and where to point it, we'll relay it in a much more powerful sign-" Shots can be heard in the background of the call, shouting, wheezing of bullets, screaming and then suddenly an explosion.. "Remain the line with me, we're evacuating the building, we assume their sleeper agents have been activated here as well." the clink of the hammer of a gun can be heard in the background, it seems he has ran out of ammo... hard breathing can be heard from the representative, since he is wearing communication headgear. "I've been shot, i dont know how long my men will last here.. hhghh.. relay your message to Fallbring Station... hhhghhh.." the man coughs up blood although you can only hear him doing it. "A Bezi hub is in fallbring station if i remember c-cc-correctly... set up first before a proper consulate here... hghh.. i dont know if you have several warships stati-.. hhghhh Suddenly a hailfire of shots can be heard in the background with the chanting of "Cry us a river of blood! Cry us a river of blood!"
The medics outside of the consulate has also lost their communications with the main control center and their on their own. The team leader would step forward to whoever is in charge with the marines outside of the consulate, bearing a white-tainted shield then removing his helmet. "Lieutenant Captain, Alandard Jobimsson of the 4th Attache of the Red-Stained Crescents Battlemedic group serial number: 45J213 if you think im a spy you can confirm that number, may i know who is the highest ranking officer?"
While Rauus sighed at May’s appraisal of his species and their tendency for speech, it was not their fault it went over foolish Zantine heads, and her use of a movie to make the analogy, he was listening. She was making a good analysis of the situation, which the Anubite Lord considered for a moment before nodding in agreement, “Hm, yes, you might be onto something there May. I have not seen this movie about a shipwreck, nor does it sound like one I would watch, but this rough analogy may yet be close to the truth. There are multiple people in Zia, which explains her constant confusion. The turmoil of souls for control must be hard for her. However it is odd. You are right that the Anubite Renesark is not in there. When Zia spoke, they never seemed to hold any of Renesark’s memories, only those of people who knew him. And we saw how Renesark died… Yet there is no memory of Zia dying themselves. Neither her Psion or Ialao side seems to have died in a natural manner. So, I believe that Zia is only made up of individuals who died when the weapon that devastated this world was detonated. Something was done to their souls, and that’s how we got Zia. But, that begs a few more questions… What happened? And how many people are there really inside Zia? ...No this is not proof that Anubites talk too much! We just think a lot.” The Lord then sighed, a bit overwhelmed as he was putting the pieces together, yet still not having the full picture despite that all was straining him.
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The connection between the Eskavari and these Sakavarim was interesting to Azdrey, as it revealed to him where some of the “Great Ascendence Armadas” that were uncounted for had gone. Apparently quite far if they had ended up with the Olynds, but it was quite fascinating all the same for that implication of a hidden ether current, so Azdrey nodded, “Indeed! I will have to put some requests in to investigate the potential hidden routes. We can use what information we have on the Eskavari Aramadas that went West, and compare that with anything the Hadast has to find such a route.”
Regardless, Azdrey did wonder what instructions were given, but he was not the type to be nosy so he let them keep it to themselves. He was more happy to watch them see Javalus for themselves, although it was indeed true that Lizbet did mess up the moment a bit by calling the Dragon fat. He was amused by it, but before he could respond it did seem that he and Astrith were not the only ones who heard her comment. The Dragon glanced up at the landing pad above him, grunting. Taking flight, Lizbet would suddenly find the large creature landing right behind her and staring down at her with its piercing red eyes, and its voice displayed the displeasure the creature felt, “Overfed, softskin? Somebody doesn’t understand Draconic diets, and frankly I am a bit peckish. Maybe I should resolve that with a little snack of chicken!” However, as the Dragon made that threat, suddenly there was a flash of red as Azdrey zipped towards the Dragon's snoot. The hybrid's fist slammed hard into the vulnerable nose of the Dragon, making the massive reptile reel back in pain, and his eyes were consumed by anger as he focused in on the red blur. The anger faded as he recognized Azdrey and his armor, crossing his arms and giving a distinctive glare at the Dragon. The apex predator of Heord glanced back at Lizbet for a moment, and then snorted in contempt, "Not worth the effort anyways!"
Azdrey landed back down with Lizbet as the Dragon flew off with a huff, a smug smile on his face, "And that's that! Best to be careful around Dragons, I should say. They're a prideful bunch. But they got a code in their lives, one that I know of. But they're not that bad, so long as you don't start a conversation by calling them fat! Now, the apartment complex I own is pretty close by! Let's grab the luggage and offload it there, and then we can get to exploring the planet."
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Cendri was a bit confused by the looks of things, then realized that this Pikki Nia meant was the picnic. He started to explain as they began walking down the streets, bringing the bag with him, "No no, not pikki or nikki. Is picnic, together words. Picnic is group outing to consume food in open area, such as a park or forest. So, we go to park! This will... Bad feeling." He suddenly stopped, looking around. There was an oddity, as they moved through one of the streets all the activity seemed to have faded away and they were now alone, with nobody else in sight. Cendri put the picnic bag down and took out his rifle instead, grunting, "Unnatural, this street is active at this time. Practice caution."
On que, from a alley came a throwing knife. It wasn't aimed to be fatal, and just tried to to cut Nia across one of her arms, a clear warning shot. The perpetrators soon made themselves known, leaping out from the darkness. They were Watrike, three in front and two in back, so as to cut off escape. They wore fully concealing cloth, wearing shades to cover their eyes. No skin showed on them, so as to make identification difficult. The leader, a larger Watrike holding a stun baton, pointed his weapon at Nia and spoke simply, "These ones request surrender. This street is named after the Drake's son, and soiling it with additional bloodshed is sacrilege. Come quietly, both of you. This one will not ask again." The masked Trike received an answer from Cendri in the form of a plasma bolt striking one of his allies through the chest, sending them to the ground, wounded but not dead. He was out of the fight however, as Cendri knew where to aim if one wanted to incapacitate a Watrike. The remaining four charged forward with their knives and batons, aiming to rush Nia and Cendri down before another one of them fell.
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Zirona smiled at Mica simply assenting to her plan, giving the Boethan a nod and going off to bring the ship down to the surface without another word, letting Mica go off. Avoiding Wilioa was not too difficult, as she was staying in place cleaning her rifle in preparation for the coming mission. She had her game face on now, and was clearly intent not to screw anything up. Creerisk was quite the same in truth, although he was just making sure all his bombs were ready. As Mica spoke to him, wearing her disguise, the Ialao looked to her. Then he grabbed one of his grenades, holding it up to her and making a little squint with his eyes. Then he threw her a thumbs up with the free hand, "Yes, quite enough! This little force of nature almost went off, your disguise was almost too good! But I talked him down, didn't I? We have better targets to return to our lord's infallible green. The cycle goes on and on!" Then he broke out into a small batch of deranged laughter. Suddenly stopping, he turned back to Mica, putting the grenade away, "But from this humble servant of Delviatu thinks you fit just fine. You will serve your purpose well."
With that ominous point, the ship came down on Masques, landing in one of the hangers of a private star port. As planned, Selequ went out first to handle the dock officials, working her charms. In the meanwhile, Zirona prepared the gear for traversing the jungle, such as some bits of survival equipment and of course weapons. She made sure everyone else was ready as well, and then waited for Selequ to return and give the all clear. In time, the Human returned, a smug grin on her face and holding a slip which had a comm code in it, although she promptly tossed that in the trash. Zirona smiled and spoke up, "Alright, let's move. Mica, Selequ, you two are going in front thanks to your uniforms. It'll be easier to convince any patrols that we're prisoners if you're leading us along, and of course Mica knows the target. Wilioa shall be at the back, as if we are ambushed then I want our best fighter on rear guard. Creerisk stays in the middle, I don't want a stray shot setting off his bombs. Now let's go."
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Zenos blushed at the mentioning of dreaming of going further, taking that in an interesting fashion. Although he smiled at realizing Myrafiora needed more exercise, as that was something he could certainly help with. Directly, as Zantine Imperials had tactics for staying in shape, as of course the Lasacris Dynasty could not afford having an unshapely Emperor that would throw off their aura of complete control. That and it was very unlikely their Rangian friends would allow their charge to get away with that. Although he was thinking of a less orthodox manner of exercise. Regardless, as she started grabbing suits, he began looking at each of them, and found the suits interesting. He picked up the Blackscale suit, looking it over, "It looks quite nice! Although I definitely could not wear this, it looks too much like the suit Xicar the Blackscale wore. He was... Less than perfectly sane. Thought he actually was a Dragon! Xito produces interesting people." He instead took the red suit, looking at it more closely, "Well, this one does seem like I could fit into it. Though, erhm... Could you help? I don't exactly know how to put this thing on..."
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Tarral's tail smacked the ground as her declaration was turned against her in such a fashion, but was too flustered to speak. As such, Ezron took the mantle, listening closely and considering what to do. Then he got an idea, smiling, "I have little worry about the desert. We are Dragons, and my guards are Watrike! Not the sort to flatter in the sands. But of course being a Dragon also makes being discreet a little more difficult, we're very noticeable. But I am well equipped for this. I am entrusted by Tyfrondor to engage in diplomacy, as a fully registered diplomat. It would be completely standard for me to lead a group to Shyr for something such as a... cultural exchange! We can take a large vessel, fill it with some cultural items and some Anubite Scholars willing to talk at length about each and every one of them. Anubites can talk for a very, very long time, and they can also easily handle things if the Ghashyr give back anything in response. They're respectful in that way. This will easily tie up any officials for a lengthy period of time. In the meanwhile, that same ship can carry us, my guards, and additional staff for the purpose of retrieving your body! And a Doctor to keep you in good health too. This won't be hard to arrange, although getting a ship in short order may take some work."
That was Tarral's que to get over her little bit of embarrassment at being checked out by Myrsa, and she spoke up, "Not an issue at all. Don't forget what my company does, Lord Ezron. Getting a ship to transport a few Dragons and the medical equipment to safely move them is not at all an issue for clan Menfiraiax, so I will handle that. You just focus on getting the artifacts and Anubites, and of course preparing your line about wanting peace with the Talmyrox and... Wait a minute..." Tarral was clearly thinking, and her gaze flew straight back to Myrsa, and one could swear her scales were turning red, "You softskin-corrupted lewd beast! I recognize that look from before! You were hitting on me even when we first met! Your licentiousness knows no bounds! Aaaagh!" Her tail was slamming into the ground multiple times now, making a dent in the dirt. But hey, it wasn't a denial.
Taurgha, Angelarium, and Triporea
Filia could tell that she wasn't infected, past the initial scare she knew too much and still had control of enough of her Zerg cells to be able to scout her own body for pathogens or diseases... As that scare subsided she grit her teeth and let out an uneasy breath through her teeth before looking to Jazmin. "If you can't control it then just unleash the power in a certain direction to get rid of the stress!"
That said, everyone's eyes would likely fall on the pylon that crashed into the ground. Harlock especially was unnerved by this as the screen showed up to show off the crazy AI he chatted with... Hearing her speak normally for the first time had him on edge. She didn't sound so crazy without the distorted tones. But still... No way could he allow something like this to unnerve him. Since he was still in his changeling form now he saw no reason to be so polite since the knowledge that he was an alien and not some human variant would be common knowledge to the AI now. "Well of course your nano field would be unable to infect us. Everyone here has been altered with Firstborn Zerg DNA... I myself am a Prince made from the genetic highlights of 4 different species in my heritage. A race of Biological weapons that make your irradiated infestation pale in comparison... To look at it another way. We're what you could eventually become with the right guidance." Harlock was trying to hype himself up. He couldn't appear to be weak, not now... Not while Jazmin was nearly going to lose it.
"I won't apologise for activating the second power plant where the civilians are shacked up Elise... The last survivors... While my people's heritage is that or kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest... My old man would be sick to his stomach if he heard I condemned innocent people to some batsh!t AI whose ideals grew to grand for her own good... I will not bring back our archaic past just so I can live... You're an AI meant to help these people... Now look at you. Twisted, warped and sick... Like a disease..." He had no hope of winning... Even if he wanted to try and raise a swarm of his own on this planet, all there is is tainted biomass from the AI's incursions and the human survivors down south... The oceans themselves are likely polluted by her as well... "I couldn't trust my friends to you... My frigate should still be in orbit with all hands at the ready. And If I have to I'll stay behind to let my friends escape with them..."
Hearing this, Filia looked over to Harlock as she grit her teeth "You young idiot... Zether will kick my ass if I go back without you!! It'll break his heart to hear his son died on some backwater like this! No offence AI lady." She says giving a quick glance to Elise. To be honest, she was too worried about what was going to happen next... Though. Even if they all died here, the Firstborn would feel Harlock's death... Elise wouldn't have enough time to gloat before the Firstborn turn the surface to plate glass. Nevermind Zether coming to avenge the death of his only son with parental fury. "Though you're still going to want to let us go. Killing us or infecting us will do you no favours in the long run..."
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Seeing that body language... Not even hearing an answer or even her refusing to look him in the eye. He was trying... Trying so hard to remain the pillar in this situation. But the dam of emotions, cracks were showing in the surface. It was not noticeable at first for her, Liline would no doubt feel hot with hr face flushed with that kind of shame to not even look at him and crying like she was. But she could feel it... Heat. He was shaken, and starting to burn up with the welling turmoil inside him.
He didn't like it, he HATED it, but a small part of him that wanted to leave her here to die to the monsters lurking in the dark for all the headaches she needlessly caused him in her own wallowing. The hand he held out to her quivered as that small part started to fester. As darker thoughts started to root themselves in his head. <Maybe we should kill her instead... Put the weakling out of its misery.>
<Why did we have to fall for someone so pathetic? All that surety and bravery gone. The mighty fire she had now nothing more than smoldered embers.>
<Maybe we should eat her. At least her experiences will be of use to us. All that Bezi knowledge ours for the t->
With the hand he held out to her, he brought it back and cracked his hardened fist right across his face, giving himself a bloody nose to silence these dark urges of his heritage for a time. "So you want me to just leave you here with that self satisfied smile on your face you had when you were falling to your death in the rapids below the bridge. You selfish bastard." He was breaking, not wanting to raise his voice so the constables will come back. He lowered his bloodied hand as he sat down, tears in his eyes as he looked to her. Pissed off and afraid. "Dragging the man that loves you all the way to your homeworld just so he can watch you die...? I get to stay here, bound to be pegged for a murder, your murder since you're loved by your ruler I'll no doubt be put to death, even if I don't I'll be heartbroken that I couldn't even stop you from this and you're okay with that?! You can't be okay with that Liline because I sure as hell am not! Nevermind the cat, she won't know what happened to you!" His heat was all over the place, his emotions all the same. His face flushed before the rage fell away from his face before that landed in his hands. "You think this has only been hard on you? Yes, you lost your arm. Your job. Your role. But I had to watch it all happen to you, try to pick up the pieces... Try to help you back together again. You never asked me too but I wanted to! I wanted... Wanted so much to repay you for our first time meeting and got myself caught up in falling for you. You idiot..."
She watched as he went for his shower as she thought more on the fact that other males just 'know' when someone has been punished or not. That's a strange societal trait to have, but hey. She's not one to judge. It just means that her territory is well marked then and she didn't have to worry too much about punching people who try and muscle in on what's hers. She herself got ready while he was getting dressed and freshened up before she held onto him as they went out into the world again. "Muspellheim valley. Sounds like fun. But what makes the place so dangerous? If it's iffy terrain or natural hazards I'm sure I can deal with them for us."
Echo was amused by the prospect of getting to hear about a beast more inspiring than the mighty dragons of Hoerd. Still, he was distracted for the most part by the mere thought of new prey to hunt. Though as that call came in, Echo appeared to have gone on a wander about the ship... Though really he was just around the corner. Listening in, even if she was whispering she had no luck. He did say he had drastically modified himself to be a good hunter, his senses were all enhanced to be near superhuman at this point. <My suspicions are confirmed then...> Was all he thought to himself before he started to walk off to go sit down.
<She helped me out of a tough situation and gave me access to tech... She may very well be trying to use me. To her I may end up just being a science experiment. An opportunity to make it big... If this is true... Then her life must end. If not... Then I must repay her kindness and for avoiding the temptation of using me for her own gains.>
The consul slowly returned the handset to the phone box as this happened. Unable to do much he mostly remained in his office until the communication device was set up. It was a large radio dish that could emit a frequency strong enough to Hopefully ping onto a nearby Bezi satellite if it was orbiting nearby. The device was set up and operational as a distress beacon would reach Bezembay on the other side of the galaxy.
There was a Creach marine, she wore the standard uniform and spoke with a Burghish accent. "I'm the captain of the guard here, what do you want?" She spoked quickly and seemed to be more focused on the surrounding streets than the medic herself.
Elise didn't really seem to be affected by their words until after the mention of a ship in orbit. "A ship?" She would abruptly cut off Harlock, "While it is unfortunate that I cannot infect you right here and now, I seem to be able to disrupt your abilities. As per your friend's catastrophic meltdown in the back. But the idea of a ship still being in orbit. Now that is interesting. It seems I've gotten a use out of you yet. Thank you Harlock and his two friends." And in a moment, the pylon with the transmitter on it shut down. The nano field too, as Jazmin reeled her powers back in, Harlock and Fill able to feel their own powers too, Jazmin ran over.
"Guys... uh.. what do we do now? I think she's going to try and go for the ship..." Jazmin looked to the two, "so... what do we do now?"
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Liline was in pure shock, she fell backwards as Sephus punched his own nose. She had never seen anything like this before, but she just listened to him. Though, just by the look in her eyes, the tears were already welling up, and the look of fear was somewhere in there. Hidden deep down perhaps, but still present. She hugged him slowly and held him. She didn't say anything as she did, and just allowed his nosebleed to run onto her shoulder. With her one arm she held onto Sephus tight. "I didn't... I... that wasn't me wanting death... that was... me thinking I would die... and being happy... because I found you, and mitsy, and got out of impsec service... my bloody arm is a pain... but, I thought that was the end. I made the same leap I've made hundreds of times and this time I failed. I just expected dignity and tried to be happy about what I had achieved before I did die. I can't believe how selfish I've-" She stopped and let out a deep breath, sighing, "been. I, I've been happy with you. The time we spent together. But my own disability is sickening to me. I don't want to break you or slow you down. And I'm sorry that I am. But back in that base, when I pushed my body to its absolute limit, I broke everything just to save you. I, I just want us to be happy now."
"We do not. We will continue purging the immediate area for now." They said in a banal tone, moving towards what remained of the immediate forest.
"They want to punish Cyboar. They have reason to believe a child of House Kentlar was given to them on Acrid. They have attempted diplomatic communications only to be denied. Let us just say...the Vok do not like being denied. The Witch-King has special punishments for his enemies."
The War had not begun well for the poor Melo-Tordelians of the Threesisters' Republic. With tentacles from below, an energetic otters from above, and a vigorous bull coming straight towards them, the Virxian government had spent its first year alongside its rodent allies in the Boethan Republic fending off a three-front war of opponents with wildly differing combat doctrines. To make things worse, the Anubite Realm, a traditional "patron" of the Nebula's Tordelian populace, had fallen into a paralyzing civil conflict as a failed coup from Nerotep the Usurper launched the ancient realm into a protracted civil war of its own.
It was fortunate that they still had Tordelia's knack of finding luck in the worst of circumstances. The Zantine advance seemed to be far more conservative than what the High Command in Virx predicted, and the Valorians had entered a civil war of their own over some sort of disagreement over gladiators. Thus the Threesisters had pressed on, capturing the southern Confederate capital of Cuthia in a pun-ishing campaign in early 4737 and recapturing Zatin in a furball of a fleet and fighter fight later that year. Now its forces looked north to squeeze the Matriarchy between the Union's southern and Valorian forces, and it was in the hustle and bustle of Boetha that many Threesisters officers came to visit to hammer out the plans to put an end to the Confederate-leaning otter government once and for all. And three of them were deep in discussion, not of the new campaign, but of the time beyond the fires of war.
In a shaded portion of a Boethan cafe's outdoor section sat three females of different species, each dressed in a dark uniform. One had olive skin with long dark hair with glasses adorning her face, but had her lower body resemble that of a massive spider, and had two pairs of arachnid-like eyes above her brown human ones. The second was looked wholly human save her elven hears, with tan skin and her charcoal-colored hair wrapped up in a long ponytail. The third was a human of a more pale complexion, but her light-blue hair and the conspicuous cybernetics on the right side of her face set her apart from her more natural-looking companions.
"It's obvious that the Drake's never going to tolerate our project on the long run," said the arachne, "He'll have headaches integrating the Anubites and Zantines, let alone a third 'superstate' like the Threesisters."
Taking a sip from the coffee, the pony-tailed elf asked "So what, Rena? All the news outlets say that he's going to try to set things to their pre-war borders. No reason he wouldn't respect the old corporate bor-"
"HA! That's a laugh Gehnnie," shouted the cyborg, "He's out to bust down the old 'Trio' business and make Excave the real captain. No way Big Goldie's going to tolerate Kawako be a thorn in that new pet project of his."
"You and your silly conspiracy theories! Yuki, he's given up control of the company for the interim and signed the whole 'Declaration of the New Union' document," retorted Gehnnie, "You know, the whole 'A Union ruled by a new Constitution! A Union of laws, not stockholde-'
"And how do you think the damn Drake's getting his funding and fighting this war? Oh wait, his massive corporate bank account and private army supplemented by a bunch of near-automatons that he just so happened to have lying around!" Yuki yelled, arms up in the air, "If Skyscraper Lover wasn't much more of a corporate ****, I'd ha-"
Throughout all this, Rena made a long sigh, arm cradling her forehead as she resisted the urge to just down Gehnnie's cup of coffee. She wished it was that time of day
"ENOUGH!" she shouted, "YOU TWO ARE MAKING A SCENE!"
Boethan and Shokouan eyes were on the now awkwardly silent group.
Clearing her throat, Rena said, "Now that the two of you aren't back in your usual 'Is Tyf a secret dictator argument,' we still need to figure out what the plans should be in case Tyfrondor does break up the Republic, and I think the three of us could take advantage of the chaos. The last thing I want is either those Galcarids or an energized Settite or Nerotepian Anubite squeezing us in between their spheres of influence."
With a predatory smile upon her face, she made an opening gesture to her companions, eyes both human and arachnid glimmering with ambition, she asked "Would you two like to join me in ruling whatever comes after?"
Gehnnie and Yuki may have disagreed on many points, but the flames of war had brought with it the winds of change, and as it blew through Iammelon, so too did it touch the Melo-Tordelian populace. While not turning them entirely into good model socialist-despising citizens who would spit on an eskilavi, it did at least do its job of making a part of the nebula their "home."
And that home too would never be lost. Never again. Whether it be splintered or whole, Threesisters would stand forever.
"Where do we sign up?" they asked simaltenously, eyes now looking towards the peace that would come after the war...
Ultra. V
The grass swayed as wind blew down the from distant mountains, the sky growing dark with clouds. A small village laid nearby, distant and disconnected from the Awithan Empire. The streets were empty as its citizens cowered in the safety of their own homes.
A roaring, droning sound could be heard and the clouds would part to reveal a gleaming black transport ship, it landed to a nearby glade and the land gear would unhinge, planting itself on the ground. The door would depressurize with a sharp wheeze and a small ramp descended and touched the ground. The door slowly opened up with a slow clicking sound, revealing a strange human. The human wore a black suit, with a strange capotain type hat with a black sunguard that fell down the back to the neck. He wore a necklace which beared Farsom's signature "F". He would take a look around the blade before descending down the ramp, behind him followed two soldiers of Farsom's legion.
The man and his entourage made their way into the village, where they were met by an handful of villagers. One of them stepped forth and looked at the strange man and shakily saluted, "My lord, Herrick is it?" The man in the black outfit nodded "Indeed, I am Herrick. You are the one who sent this request for me to come here, Danron, I presume? Well, you'll find my skills of use here" Herrick looked back to his two guards and beckoned for them to bring forth his supplies. They opened the container and revealed a multitude of sharp metallic weapons and ammunition which resembled sharpened bolts. "Night Lurkers, yes? I believe that's what you described to me. This planet will be placed under quarantine for the remainder of the time, until the problem is dealt with… We can lift the quarantine. Our Empress does not take kindly to these beasts, and if they are to make it off world, it will become a considerable problem." Danron nodded "I understand, that's why I called you, we need your expertise, I could show you where the attack happened. This house just over here" he quickly stumbled forth and motioned for them to follow him, holding up some keys to open the door to the house.
Herrick and his men entered, followed by Danron, while the rest of the group waited outside watching and climbing over each other for a look. Danron closed the door and turned on the lights allowing them to observe the scene. The room was absolutely cluttered, with items and furniture strewn about and claw marks upon the wall and couches. Dried up black blood was nearby and dried droplets upon the wall and carpet. "No body?" Herrick questioned and Danron would shake his head "the creature took it with them" he motioned to the broken window nearby. We tried tracking it down but we just don't have the tech and it covered its tracks very well." Herrick paced about examining the items. "Take some samples, we'll be using this data to get the rest of the trail." The two soldiers quickly went to work and started scraping the samples and scanning the items.
Herrick and his men would return to the ship to put through the data. Two logs would appear displaying the colonist, his name Berill. An Awithan settler born on a nearby space station. The other log displayed nothing and just strings of code, but gave some information, identifying the creature as a Vampire. "It seems I was correct in my assessment." Herrick said, turning to the wall in the transport ship, clicking a switch revealing a small wall of weapons. "Flamethrowers will do." He stated, moving aside to allow the soldiers to equip themselves, once done the group would exit the ship leaving two guards back on the transport.
Inquisitor Herrick and his men went down the trail, using their tracking tech. They made their way to a small dark forest and the entrance to a cave. The cave had a small opening and small trinkets laid scattered nearby and around the cave, small windchimes fluttered in the wind nearby as the soldiers would turn on their night vision goggles and entered the cave. The cave, despite the small opening would be large, with small ledges, nets hanged from the ceiling and multiple bedrolls could be seen dotting the cave. "Oh gods, it isn't just one of those beasts." One of the soldiers whispered, lifting his gun. Herrick stared around and placed a small mask upon his face. "We will gas them out into the open and take care of them in the light, if they refuse to exit they will be consumed by phosphex." His voice now deep and crackly due to the speaker. The troopers began to dump out pouches of phosphex and they rolled out upon the floor, and the others began to throw the gas grenades further into the cave, the group quickly retreated outside while one of them sprayed some liquid upon the ground as they exited the cave and into the clearing.
They group got a distance away and they could hear screams and choking, Herrick would take a flamer and spray it at the line of liquid, the flames carried down into the cave and white smoke and fire quickly roared out into the clearing from the cave's entrance. They waited for most of the flames to clear and they would reenter to kill off any of the surviving creatures. They made their way back down the trail returning to the village, where the huddled villagers awaited their news. "Is the creature dead?" One of them asked and more questions began to be asked until the soldiers would quiet the group. Inquisitor Herrick would stand himself upon a stand in the villages square. "The beast is dead, and so are it's brethren, we figured out that their were more of them and we quickly moved to take them out while they were vulnerable. They weren't suspecting armed forces and thus didn't have the defenses to defend against us. The problem is cleared, but we will have to order a garrison to set ground here to further protect you if any of them were to survive." Herrick gave a bow, tipping his hat. He quickly turned around, his robes swaying in the wind. The citizens cheered, but some didn't seem so happy about the cemented imperial forces that would shortly be making their way to their world.
Herrick and his men returned to the transport, entering it and it's ramp and door closing behind them. The wings folded up and landing gear lifted as the ship made it's way into the air and levitated before flying off into the atmosphere and soon space. The villagers watched as it made it way off world and would get back to their duties, but carefully so, due to the fact that some of the creatures may have presumably survived...
He scoffs and shakes his head and would ponder for a bit. “Iffy terrain sure, you’ll be climbing jagged rocks, slopes where gravity seems to tilt and turn and wobble and such, there are pits where time literally slows down and sometimes it will take someone “100 years” to get out despite it being only 10 minutes.” He says as he puts on a scarf before taking it off noting how it isn’t that cold right now. “Natural hazards.. rocks that just fall out of sky even though there is nothing solid above, extreme biome changes where there is a desert nearby a snowy plain. ” He signals her that they are about to leave, maybe get some breakfast first unless Jelica says so.
"There is a lot of weird animals that I haven’t even encountered, plants that will eat you alive by literally burning your skin with superacid and your goop body will be absorbed via the ground” Shaking his head, he may have seen someone unfortunately suffer from that grizzly fate, “But im definitely sure those things wont stop you. You’re like an uhh.. How do I say this. You’re like a tsunami based from what I’ve seen from you, a force of nature. Its been a good 2 decades since I last saw someone with your tenacity… Oh well.” As they walk upon the cobblestone roads of their humble abode into the nearby commercial streets a cold light breeze touches their faces, it must be a good day today for them and for their little adventure.
The chatter between Halfthur and whoever was on the other line still continues, with her being blissfully unaware of a certain robotic figure already tapping in to their communications, obviously forgetting the fact that he has increased sensory power and range. “Did you knobheads attack Keroth, or any other planet?!” The tone in her voice was serious and arguably of authority, seemingly higher than the one on the other line. “O-Of course not Halfthur! We’re not that barbaric and savage to just suddenly attack areas with large population, hell we don’t even have the logistics to do something like that, and why would we attack our assets in the first place? We’re not even pirates in this point of time, we’re like armed-to-the-teeth smugglers.”
Silence would fill the ship and other line with this obvious realization. “I mean.. You aren’t wrong.. when was the last time we directly attacked another ship?” She asks, scratching her head. “Great Captain Halfthur, its been so long since we ever did a direct assault so I have absolutely no idea when we chopped off a good he-.” stopped by Halfthur interjecting, "Shut up, go get a cruiser and shadow us, god forbid an ambush fleet from these Jarl nugget heads come out of nowhere here."
"Y-Yes captain." The theory that women hold power in every position from relationships, to the government to even hostile movements and militia groups is true, what a peculiar nation.
If the signal was sent, any nearby Nesorite relay satellites would attempt to decipher the message and relay to any Bezi satellites sanctioned around the system which will jump and jump into the Fallbring Station, any nearby Bezi ships should also receive the message if ever possible. Fallbring's EHPT, Extremely High Powered Transceiver should be also capable of transmitting the message to the other side of the galaxy. The diplomats and workers in the Nesorite Consulate in Bezembay are blissfully aware of whats happening to their own home country.
The Lieutenant Captain would begin to speak in a proper formal way. "According to protocol Lwynn-3 any fireteams or battalions completely disconnected from the home-base or home command will and must join with any allied forces currently present in the area, in this case you are the allied forces, you will have direct control over us and we will be following any orders from you until we gain contact from home command again." The Lieutenant Captain's team would stand behind him, waiting patiently for their response.
"A child, huh? Well Cyboar does accept such... 'donations' from criminal organizations when they are provided. Said child is probably quite beyond retrieval at this point. Either down to simply not being anywhere one can reach, and being long since augmented. The deeper augments can't be removed, and are quite permanent on body and soul. I know all too well. Revenge however, that is certainly within range. The Vok can have that. Although I hope the punishment doesn't require captured folks, as that will not be happening this mission. Cyboar Operatives die, and it's for their own good. I am quite sure that most of the Augmented are not willing, and it's quite the living hell. So we kill them, and end that. I only mark a few exceptions to that rule, and I'll notify you in case they appear."
Not many Bezi ships came out this far, a couple of mercantile vessels, a passenger liner every once in a while, but certainly not military vessels. Regardless of where the signal pinged, it would reach Bezembay. And find its way into the Interior Office. Proceeding on to the Undersecretary of the Interior, then to the office of the Premier Minister, and within an hour, an emergency meeting was called with the PM, Army Commissioners, Board of Admirals, and Ambassador to The Red Torch Kingdom of Necunda. They convened in Roquefort Manor for a short time of perhaps 30 minutes or so before agreeing to dispatch a battlegroup of one battle cruiser, one heavy cruiser, one light cruiser, and two destroyers. In order, they were the HIMS Emperor of Maharajah, HIMS Duke of Kentingdam, HIMS Prince Robert, HIMS Maltain, and HIMS Supreme. All five were routed from the 6th Expanse Fleet to steam for Necunda. They carried with them a small army of marines and sailors that would firstly evacuate the consulate and defend Bezi Interests in the Red Torch Kingdom. It would take them close to two weeks to reach the distant kingdom.
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The creach shifted her cap and adjusted the cigarette in her mouth, “Can’t say I’m too fond of letting you into the consulate, mate. Especially since you’re from a different army. But, I’ll let you in, if you keep to yourselves and behave. I’m not letting anyone hurt anymore Bezimen, understand that, and we’ll be fine. So form defensive measures. We’re holding out for the long one.” She said holstering her pistol and moving away from the guard box.
As Harlock realised it too late, his eyes widened with horror as the pylon suddenly went dead, his human disguise reappearing over him as he grit his teeth. "Me and my big mouth..." He looks back over to the girls once Jazmin's powers get back under control to hear that she was worried about the ship. "Being a hivemind full of individuals... Those in the ship should have an idea of what's going down here. If not then it won't be too much of a worry, the ship has an AI of its own linked to the Broodmother in charge of the ship. Elise won't be able to break in anytime soon..." Though Harlock didn't sound so convinced himself as he said it. Knowing that they were all being led along like characters in a story, who knows what will happen to the ship in orbit.
Filia was worried too but she just started to scratch her fingers through her hair to destress "Its a hivemind vs artificial hivemind situation. Elise has no chance against the real thing. The Firstborn are a powerful people with psions strong enough to take me out on their own. And I was a planetary danger when I was still full zerg. That ship will be fine. Now, we have to find another place to go since we now have no ride, no food and no radio equipment thanks to that Ai b!tch..."
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There it is. She's afraid of us- Sephus was shaken to his core when he saw that fear in her, he didn't even know if it was deep down or now. He just knew it was there. He didn't know what to do before she slowly held onto him, letting his bloody nose run as he was stunned... She was holding on so tight...
He listened to what she had to say. Even after hearing the explanation he was still so confused... But not as angry as before. Though he mostly vented that just before. Listening to it all... He realises he may have been alittle hard on her... But it was unlikely she would have said anything to him unless a situation like this happened. <This may have cleared the air... But I feel so bad for shouting at her like that. Jeez...> He thinks to himself as he returned the hug, sighing softly as he tried to think. Shutting out all his negative thoughts as he concentrated on the positives. "I want us to be happy too... Which is why I went alittle off the rails there... guess we're both selfish people. The thought of losing you now scared me as it did when you put everything on the line to save me." He says bringing a hand up to wipe his blood off of her and then clean up his nose with a handkerchief he had before pocketing it again and resting a hand on her head. "You haven't slowed me down and you won't break me that easily. If the disability is an issue then how about we do something about it?" He says as he smiles down at her.
"Those time pits sound like a pain... Climbing for 100 years sounds like a drag." She could already feel herself getting lazy as she walks with him as he puts on and then takes off his scarf. And then the rest of those extremes "Falling rocks and biome changes. jeez... This planet is so friggin weird. Reminds me of home in a way." She wasn't in any rush to eat right now but she may want to later once they get into the interesting adventure.
Hearing him talk about her like that actually got an interesting reaction out of her, she flashed a toothy smile that actually seemed bashful in a way. "Aww stop it you're embarrassing me... Wait, you saw something like it 20 years ago? When?" She says looking over to him out of curiosity.
<What a weird country I've happened upon... My creators would love getting stuck into this mess.> Echo thinks to himself after listening in to the entire conversation. From the sounds of it the pirates at least respect and fear her. Which at first seemed odd to him but after seeing what she is capable of it makes some sense as to why they would do this.
<What should I do about this... Given what I have told her she may think I will be out to kill her. They aren't attacking civilian centres. If she's having a craft shadow us they'll notice my ship... Which is already shadowing this one...> Echo gave this some more thought. He could just pretend not to have noticed all of this or confront her about all of this and try to reach a decent conclusion... For now he keeps his ship cloaked to make sure they aren't noticed.
"I suppose there is no other way around it..." Echo starts to go around to enter the room quietly to see how long it takes for her to notice him. For the moment he wants to see how she'll react before he asks her anything.
"Apartments and townhouses will be more than enough for me at least. Should be comparable to living on any habitation vessel.The issue though will be fending for you, Vayln, Ninfua, and her pet."
Fallbring Station isn't aware of any Bezi warship that will be entering Nesorite Space but since it will be two weeks any sort of message would have been sent to them either and hence the waiting game began. 3 Alfur-Class Destroyers have been supplemented to orbit around Nesotia adding to the already 7 vessels that are orbiting the planet with 1 Heavy Cruiser, 3 Light Cruisers and 3 Destroyers. Several informants have told the navy that a possible invasion fleet will be attacking Nesotia at any given time. Admiral Vwaldwin Veigersson aboard the Heavy Cruiser, KS Adwanalych, has been dispatched to lead the defense of the home front.
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"Your genuine care for the integrity of this consulate is well received hence I asked permission from you first. Thank you for cooperation, your actions will not be forgotten." He says before saluting her. Alandard's jackboots emanate loud stomps as he treads into the compound eyeing any vantage point and defensive positions. Considering that the Bezi Consulate is literally in inner parts of the city, urban warfare will be ultimately unavoidable. Scanning any possible threats from the nearby buildings, although the skyscraper from afar may be a nest for any enemy snipers. His authority exercised with the ordering of his marksman to get in position on one of the higher floors of the building, strictly saying to not camp in the rooftop as a possible enemy sniper may be in that skyscraper. Several men would be already carrying a HMG that will be placed on a vital position that attempts to cover as much area as possible without exposing themselves to enemy fire. The lieutenant-captain would report back to the Creach marine captain confirming that all fortifications have been set. As he reports thoroughly the entire process his sniper suddenly fires upon, the deafening echo of his rifle echoes into the compound and nearby buildings.
"Marksman, report."
"Enemy sniper on the move spotted, took him down before he did any moves on us"
"Do not repeat that again, confirm to fire at said target with vectors before firing."
"Understood, Lieutenant-Captain."
He tries to ponder of who was that person from a long time ago, although his heart is beating just from thinking of it, it is still clouded till today. "Memory is a fickle thing, so much has happened between those 20 years i may have forgotten already about it, its probably in the back of my head but not too important right now. Hahaha." That memory may be rather close, close as a width of hair. As they begin walking onto their destination they decide to ride on a bike, of course he's the backseat clinging for his life if ever Jelica decides to super speed their way onto the Muspellheim Valley. It would take them around a half an hour to go to Muspellheim Valley or less, if Jelica uses her abilities to make this trip faster than ever.
As they arrive upon the esoteric lands of an already mystical planet they see floating mountains, floating islands, clouds on the ground, impossible river streams, a multi-colored sky despite only being purple normally. The ground seems to be shifting on a daily basis but always maintains a valley-like form as they see from afar the ground crumbling away to form a new mountain on the other side of the valley. "I feel like im going to have vertigo just from staring at this mess." On the horizon is the Yggdrasil, a massive tree of a paradoxical existence given a physical and tangible form. A clear border between the area of Muspellheim Valley's influence and the outside world can be seen with the plants seemingly shifting and moving on the ground. "You ready, Deary?"
"Yeah i know, having to go there is a real tough mess and going to possibly an ambush zone for these damn Jarl nuggets is as threatening as going into the center of this nebula" She says somehow hearing that whisper from him. "I already made some calls to some 'trustworthy people' they'll assist us if anyhow the Jarl mongrels find their filthy pathetic claws on this ship just because they knew about me going there. Not to brag or anything im a high value target. Sheesh, such is the life of someone in a high position."
A flurry of words instantly came out of her mouth its like she's angry or something. Several seconds the click of a handset landing on the base can be audibly heard, the thumping sounds of her shoes can be heard although a light one at that. She begins looking at the holographic display with two dots on it blinking steadily. "Huh so thats us..." Peering onto the window on the side of the cockpit she sees nothing but a weird wave motion displacing ether. "Are you cloaking your ship? You do well know that this area's ether is highly dense which makes cloaking ships useless, just saying.
"May as well call the Vok now. They don't like big ships, so we should be fine." Asura said, looking at Fornt before Vorbote's pilot interrupted her train of thought. "Body and soul? Interesting indeed." Pentru and Vorbote looked at eachother, then at Fornt. "Where's Cyboar's homeworld?" Pentru questioned outloud, hardly expecting Fornt to answer it in reality.
It wouldn’t be until the fleet would get close to Necunda, at the end of their trip that they would attempt to signal Necundan forces and alert them of the group’s intentions and purposes. It was being lead by Commodore Teague Vazquez.
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The marines mostly started building small pillboxes and fortifications around the perimeter, while the bulk of the guard retreated into the consulate itself. A few select marines would remain on post outside, after locking the gates, and electrifying the fences. They even put a czech hedgehog in the drive way and strung out some barbed wire around the perimeter of the building. Taking defensive positions. The captain wouldn’t show the medics the sensitive areas of the consulate, but did show them the general floor plan and a asked a few to help set up a temporary lodging area in the basement.
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