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Rei'Bull thought on that, "Must have been an ambush. Fornt can survive such things, he's tough. But the rest of us ain't as lucky as he is. Cyboar kills people like us very easily, or worse. Anyways, help us out here. We need to move all this stuff out of here and into our ship before Cyboar sends forces here. These supplies are vital."
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Saffron did as advised, mentally hyping herself up for the Sansad meeting with what time was left in the ride. Regardless, she walked along the route for her, simply focused on her ideas of things to say. And thus for the most part ignored the crowds, simply headed for the building.
The OMNI Commander responded calmly to this disturbance, his rather intense discipline holding despite the situation's very much negative development. He simply leaped off the rooftop that had sheltered him to dodge the scythe, and then entering into a charge towards 92, moving rather fast for somebody in power armor, with power sword and shield prepared. Meanwhile, 92 had made a rather major mistake in attempting to siphon the Revenant's energy. The creature was a failed copy of a Psion, but had one of their abilities, and so happily allowed their energy to be absorbed with one tinge to it. The Revenant used one of its powers to "poison" the energy, so to say. It would in this way rob 92 of strength, and if he absorbed too much he would find that the Revenant's energy would start to infect his own, with the creature eating away at the Nephilim. For, as one may wish to try, the Psions had long since become creatures that were masters of stealing memories, and had developed counters to somebody trying it on them in return, and the same applied to their souls. The Revenants were not as strong as their ancestors, but they retained this deadly trick, although in practical terms it would simply act to weaken 92. But that is where the OMNI Commander was trying to exploit this and strike 92 while the Nephilim dealt with .
Meanwhile, the Pit Fiend got attention from the rest of the Omnipo forces, who didn't like the large demonic creature. They already had 92 and Chail the Dragon to deal with, so the Pit Fiend was not a welcome sight. To remedy this, fire was focused upon it by what remained of Omnipo's troops, which at this point was mostly support teams like mortars and snipers.
Tarla didn't seem as casual as Effie was, "I'm afraid on Proscore a planetary invasion is in fact not usual. I would say it's pretty unexpected! Still, the emergency radio is right inside." The farmgirl showed Effie into her home, which was a rather humble abode. It was a simple three room, one story farmhouse. A kitchen, living room, and bedroom. The radio was kept in the living room, sitting upon a table.
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The Watrike moved to go back up to the bridge in order to start getting the thing to work. After all, they understood the language, and instructed the Storm Commandos as well as Eiko in how to get the ship off the ground. They were obviously low on crew to manage this ship, but the Nadri had given the ship enough power to start moving, the engines charging to sufficient levels. If everyone followed instructions and worked hard enough to take up multiple roles for the takeoff, they would find the ship actually getting off the ground and slowly ascending. Lord Dequir meanwhile stayed in the Psion chamber with the Nadri, deciding to use his skills to help keep the Nadri alive and keep the Psion from waking up. After all, if he woke, they were effectively doomed all the same.
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The Lightning Strike did hit the Augmented, who simply seemed to tank it, but in reality the power was coursing through his body after being absorbed. The Augmented's free hand pointed at the Vok's chest, and soon after the lightning blast would blast out from the finger into the Vok. One of the Augmented's many specialized implants, "Fascinating, fascinating. This Goddess will have to be subjugated in that case, but this shall be a fine start for study." The Cyborg was not joking, his tone was completely serious. More like adding something to a grocery list, by how casually it was said too.
The massive nuclear blast that leveled the Golden Temple was, unsurprisingly, quickly noticed by the Excave forces on Angelarium. They moved with all haste to dispatch a number of response teams to the area. Not only to find out what the hell had happened, but to contain the damage as best they could, such as stopping the radiation from spreading. The Watrike of Excave were particularly incensed, as many of their kind were there, and that temple was dedicated to something very dear to them. This was taken as nothing less than a personal attack on the Trike, and so they were rather enthusiastic about moving in on the area.
To that effect, the first one to descend on Solgaleo's position was a squad of Watrike Psi-Operatives, who were surprised to find her alive. But they were immune to the radiation, thanks to their armor and powers. So when the leader encountered her, the female Psi-Operative looked her over, "Survivors, unexpected. Are you alone? Please provide information as to the cause of this incident if you can. In exchange we will provide medical aide as best we can, and get you out of this area. Do you understand?" The Watrike was somewhat worried Solgaleo may suffer from shock or the like, so they were being careful.
Meanwhile, the Nephilim Guard got a reaction from Excave as well, and they disagreed with the Guard on their idea of the entire planet being their stomping ground. Excave carried quite a bit for the sanctity of their borders, which meant they required a response as well. As such, the Angels in the area were descended upon by the Excave Response forces, including Excave Harbingers, Watrike Warriors, and proper Combat Drakes. They did not attack, of course, but the Commanding Combat Drake demanded their leader come out and explain why they were interfering with an ongoing investigation in a now-established no go area.
Myrafiora could be assured that Zenos was just as nervous as she was, and similarly he was trying to handle it by focusing on more pleasant things than the pressure of the public; such as Myra herself. Though of course the Prince adjusted his seat to stay near Myrafiora, preferring to be near to her rather than any other noble. The Emperor and the many nobles thankfully simply clapped along, allowing Myra's less than inspiring words to get drowned out. The Emperor wished to save her from too much embarrassment, and with some gestures the speakers turned off. Everyone turned to their own things. Some groups of nobles began to speak and gossip among themselves about recent developments, others sang and danced, thanks to the drinks removing their greater worries for the time being. The Guards had to make sure they both looked intimidating while also keeping an eye out for any noble who started to drink too much, so they could spirited away from the party before they embarrassed either themselves or the royal family. This included a few guards giving the evil eye to any noble who seemed to be getting too close to either of the Imperial Heads, be it their own Zantine Emperor or the Talmyr. This encouraged everyone to stick to their own conversations for now, and with a subtle wave of the hands some the Rangian Vanguard's mages seemed to cast a little ball of sound proofing around the royal table.
With all of this set, Emperor Maximanius was content to lower his voice from his more boisterous announcement tone, and spoke to Myrafiora in a rather more measured and controlled voice, "I can tell that you and my son seem to be getting along well. Good. These political affairs don't always turn out so good. Now then, while everyone else celebrates, time to talk. Approval is already given, as I have granted mine and you are the Talmyr, so obviously I will grant that your word is more than enough. And of course Zenos will be going to Shyr. It would be improper otherwise. What does have to be worked out however are the requirements Zenos must fulfill, and arrangements for a few things that will be going with him. Such as his personal Rangian Vanguard detachment, who will be going with him. And if you have any concerns, now is the time. The same applies to you, son." The Prince shook his head. Zenos, for all his nervousness, had decided he was going through with this to the end. So his concerns were lacking, all that was left was whatever Myra needed to tell.
Tarset allowed herself to be cuddled in such, and she took out her comm unit to play a video. It was actually a rather cartoony thing with an announcer talking loudly about the Suerankh family with animated imagery. This included a brief rundown of its major members, with Lady Tarset being the first one mentioned, but also her younger brother and mother. It then went through a cartoon recreation of the Aluxandri Grand Archives, the great center of information they were entrusted with. With its emphasis on entertainment, the cartoon included more humorous takes of some of the major exhibits, since the cartoon went on to animate the scenes that were preserved.
Scarlet eyes bore down on the poor worker, glowing with the fury of an empress whose breast had been touched (and a bit of magic). "I am shocked, shocked that such a servant of this fine nation had the gall to touch my breast in such a manner," she said in a terse voice, the edge of annoyance leaking in. All the while, she was subtly moving past the checkpoint, hoping that the intimidation could just get her past.
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Terra, being originally a pony and a bit of a sweets addict, immediately went for the fruit, wanting to taste it. "Hi Cordyna, I'm Terra," she said between bites, "So you're Van's mom?" She certainly could see the family resemblance, and why her mom initially fell for Miss Alina. "And can I have the cake before the eggs?"
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To what would likely be the surprise of the changeling, Astra was... quite nonplussed about the whole being captured thing. "Well buck, what gave it away? I know y'all inquisity types would have come looking for me anyway, with me being the whole 'pony from outer space' thing," said Astra, who very much was getting exactly the thing she wanted ever since yesterday. "And as an officer of the Imperial Armed Forces, I am very much legally obliged to say nothing that compromises Imperial security," she states in a totally serious and military tone, before breaking down into very friendly chatter, "But that ain't stopping me with making friends with you, Le- Amata. Your kind may have given us a bit of trouble a decade or two ago, but I'm pretty sure you ain't one of those traitorous Reduviiae lovesuckers."
She was silent for a bit, before asking, "Can I still have the Nightmare Night candy though? You have no idea how boring spacer rations are."
Post self-deleted by The Ebony Republic.
Her lungs still burn as she trek across the now glassed plain. The sound of movement in the air drew her attention to the squad of Watrikes. Given they are not shooting at her she has the intuition that they are not a threat. "Aye, yond I am." The comforting presence of over a thousand souls that once surrounded her were snuff out as they were nothing more than a candle flame. Her green eyes reflect seething indignation. "Hrm, information in exchange f'r medical aid " Solgaleo then noted, critical but not willing to raise a fist. They are not the source of her ire. While her racial quirks and mysticism can tend to her wounds just fine it was more efficient if she were to cooperate. "I wast on the topmost plaza at which hour i saw the missile flying down. By the time I notice it I wast too slow to react. Got knocked back hard, haven't been struck like yond f'r aeons." She recall to the Watrike, noting the design details on the missile since she can't say whose was it.
Heulyn was clearly enjoying the cutesy animation. Even in her halycon state of mind she could understand the scale of importance that the cartoon shows. Deep, deep within her fractured psyche she also sympathize with the Anubite. To be entrusted with something as grand as this, to hold the font of all history is not a easy fate. While her close friend Albrecht has a closer link to the Throne of Heroes than she does, she is still a Master who has sworn to safeguard all of Amziel history forevermore. Together they mended singularities and learn of history long forgotten to proper Amziel society. "It must feel heavy." She spoke out in a bout of odd clarity while her eyes still glimmer in innocence. It was not a question but more so as a statement, that in some unknown manner Heulyn could relate to the Noble. For reasons Tarset does not know yet.
"BY LADY MONTEZURIA'S GRACE and hopeful forgiveness of the whole collateral damage, I INVOKE THIS CONTRACT!"
The air between the massive psion glowed with several intricate magical circles, all aimed at center mass of the massive Psionic ghost.
FIRE! GREAT MORTAR EVA!"
An ethereal barrel of some monstrously large cannon seemed to form, and before the psion had a chance to react, fired a massive magical bolt at the spirit. Unfortunately for the poor caster, such massive magic in very unoptimal conditions had a cost.
Mainly the recoil launching the poor almost-certainly-not-an-innocent-intern out of the psion's grip and sailing right into the ruins of a building behind her.
"... so you all are just mercenaries out, not for cash, but for the thrill of it?" questioned Amina rhetorically. "You certainly aren't going to be the first, princess. We have people like that, in a sense, seeking battle for battle's sake, though it was more for the glory of the fight and for the paychecks to buy their share of alcohol," she replied to the princess, "and we are no stranger to those of a... darker nature than most suspect."
She sighed and said, "While I'd love to agree with you on the spot, I just need to send this offer to someone, and I'm very sure they'll give their reply immediately..."
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Unknown Location, Hoshizora
"I wasn't expecting this to be on our laps. Piss poor timing too, it's right at the same time as... whatever's going on in the North-Center," one groaned, "Are we really going to have to juggle two outlanders?"
"We don't have the manpower for this, between supporting the tengu and maid operations here and helping the red admiral out with the demons we're stretched thin as is!" replied another.
"Why not send your sister? I know she's not part of the organization but..." said the first one.
"Fine, it's not like I'll have a choice," sighed the second, "But you owe me a favor for this."
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It was only around half an hour later, and Amina would recieve a text transmission.
She said, "And they accept, Princess Ru'x, on one condition..."
Edge of Frontier Space, Red Blot Nebula
Hoein-Class Light Defense Vessel "Azalea"
"Yeah i mean sure she said that but i dont think she really means it, you know what im saying?" It seems to be break time in the mess hall of a Hoein-Class Light Defense Vessel. Every crewmember is there including the Captain albeit still sporting the wrist mounted mini-cockpit controls as for safety. The captain's seatmates would look to the far side of the mess hall to look at a girl. "Captain with all due respect, she's definitely into you. Us women dont lie you know? If i said id break you we will break you." The Operations Officer would reply.. They would continue to eat peacefully as this is their first day in patrol mission so its not that boring. "Its kinda weird how the directors consider this a Cruiser.". "Its a monitor to be exact, we have disproportionately large guns on a small dinky ship." The OXO would reply. "Fair point."
A Transmission straight from the Fallbring station would seep through his mini-cockpit controls. "Captain Baldr, Please be advised to start patrolling the southern quadrant in 400 mikes." Upper brass orders, working for the man it seems. "Copy that, Commander." Patrolling aint so bad so they just have to wait for something to happen.
As they enter, a musky misty green gas would fill the room and would seep outward. There are rebels everywhere on the floor, some of them foaming and their eyes tearing and bleeding. The T.H.O.R. team would confiscate all weaponry and would detain any of them that have been knocked out. One of them would be convulsing on the ground and Baeusthair's leg would be grabbed. ""pP-PLEASsseee KILL ME-" then suddenly the guy suffers a cardiac arrest.. apparently the person was allergic to whatever was in the cannisters. Baeusthair would look in horror but would shake it off, they're just doing what they've been told to. Bay 14 cleared, last place to go is Bay 13, directly adjacent to them.
Something big is awaiting for them there.
“Well, um... I suppose I ‘ave! I was a adolescent during the Kepioy Uprisings. Though, beyond that, this is my first time in the military. Supposedly I’m one of three first timing lads.”
Jack grunted and helped load up the supplies. He’d get answers later. For now, he needed to get the hell out of here. “So, what kinda supplies we packing?”
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Police had the building surrounded, keeping everyone at bay. Inside the grand and elaborate halls Saffron stood in a few days prior, she say ministers all conversing, some eyeing Wettle, some eyeing her, but George didn’t stop. He pressed right on for the meeting chamber. Behind wooden doors with glass panels, Saffron saw the... massive meeting hall. The concentric rows of seating going all the way up. The peaked roof. The chandelier hanging over the center of the floor. The one table in the center of the room piled high with legal books and other government books. The desks of all the ministers going all the way up. The two rows of benches on the ground floor. There was an older Fatimazda standing in the room, she wore a long black robe and her hair was styled into what Saffron could only tell was the Judge’s Hair Style. Something humans would need wigs to replicate. The Fatimazda bowed her head slightly to George.
“Well met, Minister She said.
“And to you, Madam Speaker. Can we signal to convene?”
“I only awaited your order, minister.” She turned to a nearby human. “Ring the bell.” The human ran off, disappearing into a service door disguised as a wall panel. Wettle ushered for Saffron to follow him as he stood by the table in the center of the room. The speaker headed for a large elevated chair opposite the doors they had entered in and took her seat with an “oumph” A distant bell rang and soon the frock coats and formal dresses filled the room. While the men, regardless of species all wore frock coats, vests, pocket watches, shirts with wing tipped, stiff, and piccadill collars with ties or cravats, and some sort of ankle boot, the women wore rather elegant dresses that were slim and very form fitting on the top half, then seemed to taper in before flaring out again at the waist. All women had long sleeved dresses that covered their shoulders and came to a collar. With the skirt reaching down to their ankles. The women wore black or navy dresses. They wore modest amounts of jewelry. Rings, necklaces, earrings, nothing flashy. The creach women were... different. They wore waist coats, vests, piccadill collared shirts with collar pins, ties, and red or green tartan kilts. Saffron could easily identify the one from the party... Ava! Ava Caimlaich. She wore a black suit top, blue tie, red kilt, tall white socks, black boots, a sporran, and a fly plaid. She walked rather briskly to the front of the room, and sat near Wettle. She looked at Saffron.
“Couldn't keep Omni bastards in check for long, eh?” She chuckled as she removed a large pipe from her sporran and stamping the tobacco inside.
As Laura would look around the area she couldn't help but feel regret for what she had done, up until now the use of Chemical Warfare was always considered as a "Necessary Evil" in her eyes and in the eyes of others, however seeing the effects in person for the first time, made her feel..
Evil to an extent and rather repulsed at her actions, and as she would notice the rebel attempting to cling onto dear life only to succumb tl the effects of the gas reacting with his body, it made her think, "Was all of this really worth it" .
Not willing to cause a moment she'd try her best to forget what she had seen and would wait for Baeusthair to lead the way motioning towards him to carry on with whatever other task they had left to do, remaining silent as they'd make their way to the other hanger
"Y-yeah i kinda regret this.. Out of the 45 people here, only 3 died yet still..." He shakes his head regretting the action he did. He might change the fate of warfare here forever soon enough. They would round up the detained rebels and ventilate all of the gas outside of the station refilling the area with Oxygen. He would begin ordering all troops to position on the massive adjacent door, as he is expecting something big to pop up once they blast the doors op-
The doors would suddenly explode killing a T.H.O.R. trooper with a direct shrapnel headshot, everyone else is fine or have minimal injuries. Baeusthair was infront of Laura when that happened managed to tackle her to cover her from the ensuing explosion. He gasps for air as he checks whats happening. Dust and debris form around them.. "Are you alright?" He says attempting to give her a hand. A Fire-fight ensues.
"We don't seek the battlefield out of thrill or payment, but rather for glory and personal honor. We have too much honor to be mere mercenaries." Ru'x clarifies. Getting the feeling she'll be waiting for a bit she patiently sat in her chair and checked her notices on a nearby holoscreen. She was finish scheduling a meeting with a few Duchesses when the com became active again. "Do tell." She responded, not suprise to hear there is a condition. After all it would be a suprise if there wasn't for something of this scale.
Nephilim ate and ate, such was their curse and power. While 92 had devoured the Pit Fiend to force the Revenant's parasitic taste down, it turned to the OMNI commander briefly, appearing somewhat disoriented. In truth this was a worse situation, for a disoriented and wounded animal is often more dangerous that one who is healthy. The scythe returned to the Nephilim's hand, as 92 simply moved to tap the OMNI Commander's body equipment with it. Assuming the scythe connected with a blocking manuever, the Scythe seemed to pulse briefly, releasing a simple 'whoomp' of energy in order to cause his equipment to degrade rapidly, like an advanced Curse of Rust.
Effie looked at the radio, speaking into an unknown frequency that Excave could likely monitor, though it seemed to be only phrases: "The sun is setting." was met with a distorted series of morse replies, that eventually made up: "The moon shall rise. Expect one arrival."
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Eiko and the Storm Commandos went into full efficiency mode. The Storm Commandos could move far quicker than normal humans thanks to their armor, and their precisely trained and honed minds gave them an ability to multitask in some areas. To Eiko it seemed natural to mulitask, often seeming guided by some form of spirit. In truth, if Lord Dequir or any mystic focused hard enough, they'd see a spectre often hovering about Eiko now that the interference was gone, seeming to make her move more quickly, precisely, methodically. Their survival depended on everyone, and if one person failed, the entire expedition was surely doomed, along with some of Trikorn. Simply put, it wasn't an option.
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The Ranger seemed amused as the Vok girl was knocked out. "By all means. If you want the attention, if you're certain of such a thing." A grin had formed under the Ranger's helmet, and they shrugged. "Now then. Are we done?"
The Jaguar IFV stopped, larger than its usual model. A massive, 8 foot tall superhuman exited, colored in black and red power armor with a crozius arcanum in one hand, mechanical wings folded against his back as he looked at the combat drake, his helmet fashioned into the likeness of a human skull. "An unexplained nuclear detonation occured here. This endangers all on Angelarium, and all under the watch of this Legion. These events...cause concern, xenos." While xenos wasn't said malignantly, this was the first instance of a Legion and a foreign power meeting in any manner outside of the Imperial Guardians. Never before had any other Legion spoken to, or attempted to speak, to aliens, even allies.
Myrafiora hadn't thought of any diplomatic or other concerns really, especially since she had been preoccupied with Zenos like a foolish schoolgirl, what she wanted now was to get more time with that prince ..and for much more than just the diplomatic repercussions this would carry over to the Talmyrox. Diplomatic repercussions ..of course! She shook her head and turned at the great emperor, still feeling extremely awkward and leaning in to make her voide heard "Y-yes ..in ..in fact there is something. Wh-while I ..l-l-like your son m-more than a lot, I errr... h-have to be a T-t-talmyr as well." she strethced her hands over the table to put some emphasis on her words "I w-will n-need your vocal s-support of my reign. And I pray that it may not be needed ..b-but s-s-such a marriage also m-means a p-passive and defensive ..mal ..military alliance wh-where I come from. Th-this is important because f-for the first ..hmm ..time in th-thousand years we will have peace in the Talmyrox, if all goes as planned. And ..th-that will affect Zhandyon ...err Zantium, as well." she retracted her hands and crossed her arms, awaiting nervously at Maximianus' response ..though worrying more that she had insulted Zenos, as he could draw false conclusions about what he meant to her besides politics. This was quite evident as she gave quick guilty glances at Zenos and blushing and lowering her head as she did.
"Sieg is an issue... She is quite powerful by herself. If we did not have her outnumbered as heavily as we do I doubt I could take her on my own even with the pups. Until we can win her over we will have to settle for twisting her arm into helping us." As Yaj and Mierl make their way to the Broodmothers hives, Xernus messages them through her Overseer she left with Yajana "Sister... I am sorry for my recklessness... Omnipo is aware of our presence here. I did not predict that their troop transports had some sort of powerful sensor that saw through our Overseer's invisibility... They will no doubt be diverting their foul chemical troopers this way..." Yaj did not like hearing this... But it was her plan in the first place, she should have been more careful "No no, the fault is mine... With them moving in the toxi-troops we will now have to utilise subterfuge and defence... If we engage them up close we'll be helpless against their mutagenic acid. But they aren't the real threats we have to worry about. Their Psi Revenants are the real threat since their psionic prowess can mess with the broodmothers connection to the broods. I don't have to worry about this since I choice going the primal route with my pups..."
Yaj thought for a moment, they were in a tough spot now. But... "We could take the Toxi-troopers out with snipers since they are riot troops they aren't good at long distance combat so they'd have to take cover, we can use Mutalisks to pin them down at range, their superior speed and distance puts them away from the acid and fast enough to dodge their usual plasma fire... I could have Ravagers attack them as well once they're pinned. Then they'd be melted thanks to the corrosive acid meant especially to take out heavily armoured targets." She says looking to Mierl "What do you think?"
Melyphus seemed rather disheartened but she did understand. "Teleportation won't work then... How bothersome these people are. Then we'll need someone fast, outside of teleportation I have no powers meant for crossing large distances. I apologise for my lack of ability in this field sir..."
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Taking the paper, Thatch started to head for the coordinates, the ship turning around on a pin and heading for the coordinates. Piper sat down in the chair, relaxing as she slumped into the seat to recover. She's been wasting alot of energy lately with how mad she gets. "Being the embodiment of greed you tend to lack empathy for the most part I'm afraid..." She says tilting her head to the side as she shuts her eyes. "I have a soft spot for kids so I'll help them at the drop of a hat. But... I was made to be an assassin, not a soldier... Lyon or Draco would be better here instead of me. I get that what I say can annoy people but if I don't give them an unfiltered opinion then they'll hear it from real outsiders. Better to hear it from a nobody with nothing to gain then from someone who wants something in return for helping them."
The prince was worried that his people may get dragged into this conflict given their connection to both sides. But so far nothing bad has happened... Yet... "Riots... And we just came from Bezembay too. Looks like I choose a good time to come home anyways... Where's my father?"
Filia shrugged as she put her hands behind her head and walked with the pair of them back to the palace "I think he went to one of the Confederate worlds... Their Emperor asked for his help with something. Though lately Zether's been really distracted by something. He spaces out alot for no reason."
Harlock started to look worried hearing this, but he shook his head. He can worry about his dad later. "With everything that's been happening I'm sure he has alot on his mind. Anything else we need to know about?"
Filia shook her head as she tapped her chin with her slender finger, scrunching her nose in thought before her face relaxes with the blank she drew "Nada. All I have is Civil War and Zether looking vacant more often. So, what are you guys going to do now that you're back? Want to get some drinks?"
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Mitsy eagerly purred as she nuzzled into Liline's hand, Sephus nodded as he pointed down the corridor "Ah, well then you'll find a spare bunk in the room on the left as you go past the lounge room halfway down the corridor before you reach the stairs to the cargo bay. I hope you feel better after you've had some sleep, I'll wake you before we arrive at Bezembay." He says trying to smile
"I said-"Emalia is stopped as Colaina starts to pat her head, the entire action gives her a moment of pause as she tsyas coiled loosely against her. Emalia.exe had stopped working as she was trying to process what was going on here. "Why are you petting me?"
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Helka would cry out by the sudden alarms before she got out of bed and looked outside to see the energy barrier lift over the entire province before she heard the announcement "A nuke? Who the hell would set off a nuke on the planet's surface???"
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Watching the angry individual get knocked down with just one blast gave Zether and 'Zether' a good moment of pause before he he speaks "ThaT's It?? OnE sInGle BlaSt?" Seems they were expecting much more from something like them. Then again currently they were currently in the war frame of mind. If Zether was more himself he no doubt would have marveled at how quick an efficient the Phoenix champion was is pacifying the angry one.
With the destruction of the golden temple being so close to their border, with rubble smattering across the landscape and with there being a great many smaller village settlements near there the first response to the detonation was a massive barrier of flaming Psionic energy raising around the Imperial province to protect against the immense fallout while soldiers were deployed to keep the peace and to calm down anxious civilians to make sure no one panicked.
Tempest Raider deployment
The firstborn's mightiest amongst the numerous military castes, lead by the nephew to the King of Blades and the one who oversees the Firstborn Capital 'Faulkon City', deploys close to ground zero out of the way of the Nephilim Legion and the Excave forces. Changeling soldiers with the newly created Laxar heavy infantry soldiers and Lazarus specialists arrive near the scene to watch from afar, the temple belonged to Excave so it was not their place to enter their lands when this was something that they would only meddle in when asked. Until such a time they would endeavour to scout the length of the border and go to the impact sites where remnants of the once imposing Golden Temple flew into their land to see if they couldn't gather up the pieces and return them to Excave.
The Ialao was puzzled with the most unsusual fate of this ..thing. All things in the scene depicted before them indicated that new Zia was a ghost of shorts ..it appeared that way at least and gave May chills down her spine, making her clinge harder to the big strong and annoyed Anubite next to her. Nevertheless, she would not tell that ghost it was a ghost "Well, ehm ...You don't appear dead. I mean you talk and you think. I think therefore I am ..no? An ancient Talavaari said that once, Then Kseba Nch, and they were quite the smart fellas those Talavaari." she turned with an even more apologetic and mellow look towards Raaus "Not more than the great Anubite civilization that I study and admire of course ..besides a few jokes of bad taste. So, Raaus, how could we help our friend?"
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The statue depicted in great detail a large winged humanoid with big horns and wearing a moon-shaped crown, on top of that two etherphins seemed to jump from bubbles on her sides as she casted some kind of spell.
The Mazdai clerk boy jerked up and started paying attention to the newcomers instead of his holomovie "Ah! This is the guardian angel spirit of Shahbanu Farzaneh IV, an old real life Mazdai Queen, she's also an unlockable char in the Final Ethersea series ..it's a great game, you should try it out man. Ah, Hi Liz."
Lizbet smiled and grabbed the rather heavy statue bringing it to the counter while punting "Ugh ..phew.. write it along with the rest, Zebadush. By the way ..when is the Special Collectors' Edition of Elder Scripts III I ordered coming?"
The chubby salesman shrugged and shook his head "I don't know, give or take a week ..it's hard to find translated Bellerephonti games and you know it. Is ..is that your boyfriend? Hmm."
Lizbet turned looking at Azdrey a little saddened "Well ...err ..you know ..I don't know yet ..for now he's an adorable ambassador from the east, Azdrey." Zebadush leaned his head to the right to look at Azdrey "Watch out Azdrey, she's a bit nuts, last session she killed my char because I stole a shadow ring she did not even need! Anything else you might want though?" Liz groaned at Zeba's warning to Azdrey, appearing defeated by the tremendously shocking revalation of how much of a "softbeak" she was.
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Nia's tail stopped wagging, she hang her head down and sighed "Aww! This one can never have fun... ...but ok, Nia will answer the call. Is important to explain to host this one thinks" as she grabbed Cendri's hand she gave him a very stern look, hiding a bit of worrying within it "If only questions, all is good. But Cendri must know though that if this one is hurt or attempted to put down, cannot be sure of what happen next ..if this happens, Cendri must run away. Yes? Good."
With that she would follow Cendri to whomever the big trike heads wanted them to be; even though she felt very uncertain, she did not plan to escape, or harm her relations with her new brothers and sisters ..her own species that she had rediscovered anew.
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Saitkik threw her hands in the air in jubilation and then fell right back on the Valorian's feet kissing them "Thank you oh great divine hedgehog! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Anything you say is a holy command for me!" However before the frog lady would do as commanded Ashi and Zoji turned around in the alley, looking with pure disgust at the despicable sight of Fluffs having her feet kissed loyally. Ashija's tone was now strict and one could tell she was really disappointed by Fluffs "By the All-Eater, show some restraint ...eating them is fine, but that is just humiliating!" sighing, she rolled her eyes and rested her arm on top of a small hut "besides, we have much to talk about ..we won't stay here for long, a gathering has been summoned" Zoji slithered right above the frog "I'll get rid of this prey in an instant and spare us of any future awful sights Ashija-love, just wait" The big black cobra opened his mouth ready to devour poor Saitkik, if Fluffs was to be true to her word she should act ..now.
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"A long time ago ve banded togezher as one facing a great foe. Back then it vas fear and survival that drove us, but as ve ventured through zhe ages, more invasions came and more flocked to this union for survival ...and zhe ages passed and many more invaders came and ve defeated zhem all, as such slowly ve stopped fearing ..ve stopped fighting for suvival, but for vhat vas right, for vhat ozhers could not see. And vhat vas right you may ask? Vhat vas vorth more zhan our security and survival? Vhat makes us different from Shokou? Vas it the bond of var that binded us? Vas it the vealth and strength? Is it Basic perhaps? No ..none of zhat. Vhat binded us is Freedom and Unity and Justice ..the rule of law, honor and rights is vhat makes us all Iammelonians. Zhat ve live free and respect each other in zhis great union. A dream to stay united and free forever against all odds in eternity. For zhis ve have to raise arms against our brozhers ...ve are forced, us Iammelonians, for ve have to fight division and eventual tyrrany! Ve have to secure the future of zhis great nation under our Nebula, but most importantly ve have to secure its freedom ..a freedom threatened ironically by zhe unrestrained great corporations, by Omnipo. It may not seem like it now, but our freedom vill not be safe under a divided Iammelon led by greedy merchants, for zheir ideal is only profit ..and vhile an Iammelonian must alvays respect one's property, zhey must first and foremost respect the law and every single Iammelonian as vell, be they rich, or poor, old stock or new and zhis ve cannot sacrifice for unity under a regime of profiteers who vill divide us and vill only bring about events that ve have relived before ..dreadful times of thiefs and starvation, of invasions and false equality brought about by the greed of a few that led to zhe greed of zhe many. No, ve have to stay united to fight for and guard zhe freedoms of every Iammelonian and our laws, so zhat our lifestyles vill never change ..so zhat moderation, peace and prosperity vill reign alongside freedom in zhe greatest of nebulas. Ve are not merely a ragtag group of different species for ve believe in zhis ideal, zhe Iammelonian ideal. For zhis I call you now to give me zhe power to support zhose who vish the same as us ..to liberate all of Iammelon and bring it all back under Union law and liberty, for our side is not one of mislead rebels, but of thinkers and fighters, of unifiers and freedom-lovers! I vish in no vay zhe death of even a single of zhose of our brozhers zhat saw a false ideal and sought to divide our house for it, not even Monrio ..but if it needs be, I vill kill anyone who vill take away freedom and moderation avay from our kids and zheir kids, anyone who vill take Iammelon out of us."
Mica had just finished a speech in the Boethan parliament, a speech that unlike the various ones before it had nothing to do with Cyboar, a speech about unity and right; A speech about freedom and the Iammelonian way; A speech as well that secured and approved her petition to achieve full and direct command of the Ministry of Security and have her voted by a majority of 57% of all parliamentarians the title of Military Plenipotentiary of the Serene Republic of Boetha ...from this speech and onwards, this senator and BIA operative was now and officially the commander in chief of Boetha, with the rank of Marshal. In these dark times though our hero had little reason for celebration, for there was nothing to celebrate about; sparing little time at the Consul's office getting advice by her elected and civic head of state she left Boetha in a hurry to meet with one of her few allies.
She would arrive much later that day at the Union's headquarters, trying to find her way through the multitude of generals and admirals devising plans, paying little to no attention at her. Finally, there he was ..the good old Grand drake surrounded by his loyal watrike. She let a little sigh and remained staring at him with a melancholic smile "Vhy It had to come to zhat... I alvays thought it vould be Cyboar."
The Explosion would catch her off guard, however with the quick thinking of Baeusthair, and his reaction she would only have a moment to think and a moment to process what had happened only to look around being on the ground and witnessing him standing over her, her rifle still slung over her shoulder as the Traduitarian Marines would begin to return fire, the Orion Units providing the most amount of fire with the two still surviving Orion Units the both of them Holding a form of Light Machine gun, Suppressing hostile locations all the while her marines would begin to open fire, and begin to Advance.
In the Process of this Laura would Manage to pull herself up with the help of Baeusthair once more, as she wad up she'd reach for her rifle, checking to ensure that it is still intact before speaking "The More you do this, the more I owe you, Realize this right?". Now with Laura being once again back on her feet she'd Reach for her rifle, and fire off a few shots all the while having what remained of her Marines work along side Nesorite Forces in order to clear out this last pocket of resistance
Jazmin looked at Harlock. "No, no. Not an actual riot. I meant like... We're going to have a riot... The figure of speech. Not the actually thing. I doubt will care too much to be honest with you... We're kinda self centered from a national point of view." She looked to Filla and smiled. "I for one would love a fruity drink!"
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She smiled in return and housed the little kitten onto her shoulder. Before heading to the bunk. Sephus was alone for a little while. About seven hours later, the ship reached Bezembay space. Sephus could tell, he could see it for the past two hours. The planet with a large glare pointed right at them. From the sound of the ship's bathroom, Liline was up. There were many thousands of ships flying in every which way, going to the world, adjacent the world, away from the world. There were merchants, yachts, cargo ships, passenger liners, naval ships, small ships, Bezi Ships, Iammelonian Ships, Talmyr Ships, Shokouan Ships. As they reached the large and ornate Dyson Sphere, crowned with its massive 18 Golden Spires, Sephus had a few options of where to go. There were many hundreds of lines of ships waiting to get into the planet.
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