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Iammelon and Angelarium
Now with Baeusthair making his first of many attempts at affection it would seem to Humor her, and would cause her to react still letting him hold onto her hand, now noticing the warmth coming from him before he would refer to her home in question, in responce she would nod her head and point towards it, a Tall large building it's exterior colors that of a dull grey color with extended balconies per each floor, all together it would seem that the entire building contained around 30 rooms, each of them being separated into tens to their respective floors, and eventually she would speak, all the while pointing towards the top floor with the room to the center doing so while attempting to stand back up;
"Yup, thats the one... Room Number 853, right in the center... I know it doesn't seem that large but, believe me the rooms are much larger on the inside than they appear to be on the outside, besides, I need to get up.. and get the both of us inside, I know you might be suffering from the cold, and these seats outside are uncomfortable, and while I'm still at it."
without much hesitation or warning she would pull herself towards him once again, and once more embracing him within her grasp now both of her arms once more wrapped around him, giving him a more passionate and tighter hug than before, while being more stronger it would be short lived as she would seem to take their luggage and start to make her way towards the building, motioning for him to follow all the while smiling
It was indeed quite something for species like Humans and Cuthians to now have yet another large and powerful addition to Iammelon's ranks, though watching them go at it to compare strength was in itself an interesting spectacle. Thankfully for them, this was an addition to the their ranks rather than some sort of foreign challenger, and so they weren't scared or worried. For Humans it did help that the Ultarians resembled amazonian-style women. As for the Taurus, they were rather happy to finally have a proper match, which meant they weren't just alone as a physical powerhouse of a species. Thus, if the Ultarians were willing to be their comrades instead or rivals, they were all too happy to treat them with respect. Besides, gave a chance to draw a new race into their own little cultural fold, instead of letting the Humans absorb yet more. Although, all the same, it was nice to have more powerful Iammelonians.
Admiral Tamour chuckled, nodding i agreement, "Indeed. The walk was quite something, and without a guide to a land of food, we will most certainly die. Thankfully, I am sure such a guide will be provided, and we can reach a mess hall to refill our stomachs in good time. But first, we have something important. Stand up straight now." The Dragon's body language shifted a bit, taking on a far more formal and imposing visage, holding his head up high. Then, he marched through the now opening regal doors.
Within the chamber was a large tactical command room. Lining the walls were yet more Golden Guard Watrike, and a great large map of Iammelon constantly being updated with real time information of battles, intelligence reports, and more. A number of command computers and consoles were strewn about the room, operated by Watrike giving out direct orders. The orders came from the back, where one could see two pristine Golden Dragons. Standing at what was clearly the master command console was the elder Dragon, who stood firm and composed, a Dragon certain in his control of the situation, and piercing eyes that gazed into one's soul. The other Dragon was younger, and more technical. The elder Dragon gave that Dragon the orders, and he then distributed them, as well as being the one to inform the Elder Dragon of updates. Admiral Tamour walked in and bowed his head to the elder Dragon before speaking up, "My Grand Drake, I have answered your summons. It is an honor. This is my new assistant and bodyguard, Melyphis. Part of the Zerg we have incorporated into our forces."
The Dragon, which was now revealed as Tyfrondor himself, looked to the two of them and nodded, "I have heard. You are the one who created the mdoels being tested right now, correct? It is a pleasure to meet you. This is my son Razethorn." He gestured to the younger Dragon, who waved.
Aloni raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Suddenly so squeamish! My, my. Still, if you really got an issue, we can always get more biomass. We can use a body or we can go collect samples! I'm sure there will be volunteers, even I could pitch in. Though what's got you so nervous?"
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Rovin chuckled at her using her tail to pop the cork, finding that amusing, "Hehehe, you are an interesting barkeep for sure. Still, from the sounds of it your people would do well on Arcid. On Arcid you eat what you can get, but if you can't handle a strong drink then you ain't built to survive. Guess though it's similar but for very different reasons." He then decided to properly test the drink by taking a swig.
Fulzcatra would've commented on that telepathically, as she did have a bit of sass for his angry flying, but she was currently a bit busy spinning in the air regaining balance. Sadly for her, Zether did not give her the chance to recover. The forceful strike made her fly back even further, dropping like a stone through the air. Thankfully, they were rather high up, and she managed to fix the fall before she got too close to the ocean. So, she was rather surprised, but not hurt. A dark force even suggested that with her lightning powers, she was rather... shocked. Regardless, Fulzcatra then started laughing, flying back up and responding, "Not bad! Not bad at all! Still quite rusty in your form, but you're a powerful lad! Still, only flying when you're mad? You sure you're a wanderer and ain't a cave Dragon, Zetha? All the same, we should get going. Gonna get late at this rate. Time to shake off the rust, and follow me, keep up if you can!" With a little twirl, she suddenly flew off, now headed towards the mainland and away from the islands.
The pattern was interesting to Fornt, and he wondered if there was an error in the assembly line’s setup itself, or if it was indeed the controller’s own misunderstanding of how to make a complete whole out of these droids. He turned his attention to the actual functioning, seemingly combat oriented droid, and nodded, “Yes, I am wearing Cyboar Augmented armor, but I am very much not aligned with Cyboar. Regardless, if you want assistance in fixing up your production line, I see no issue with at least giving it a look to see what we can do.”
"If we knew exact numbers, you would already have them. We aren't hiding useful information just because we can, we simply don't have it. I have only predictions, and background information. This continent that's rebelling, Zanos, is the old administrative and population center that was used by the Zantine Empire when they ruled the planet. As such, it is perhaps the continent with the most in the way of modernization, merged with the naturalist ways of the Ialao. They will not be hippies or angry tree huggers, but trained and proud rebels. They will likely have some proper vehicles in there, however given that it is a forested area I doubt there is too much heavy armor. Likely mostly light tanks and armored cars at the most."
Daegmund, seemingly not in the mood to ramble any further. "You're in the way alien." He says sniffing before noticing the glints in the air as if he is seemingly surrounded by something. "Quite the impressive wire you have. 4 Microns? 870 kg tension weight? Hehe.. very impressive, ill give you that." While still staring at the ambassador he would move his hand to one of the nearest wires to him, while still wearing gloves he would twist one of the wires on his finger and begins pulling on it, unknown on where it is hooked onto. "So tell me, alien. Why did you leave us to almost rot when you first contacted us?"
"Oh dear Unathur." It seems Styrvain noticed the increasing tension there and would watch from afar to see how her own subordinate would handle this situation.
The Marlborough stood up and shook his head, "I don't mean that. My army and my men can take some armoured cars and some anti-tank rockets. What I'm worried about is the... the organic stuff. I know these Ialao are naturalists and environmentalists. I've dealt with natives before. The Némalese Uprising of 12 AS, I saw action against the Anktha. Earth mages who roam the irradiated deserts of Cabitville. The bastards used sand worms to evade our movements, and ambush us by feeling the vibrations. One thing I've learned from my time in academy were the six types of terrain. And that forest is entangling. Easily abandoned but hard to reoccupy." He sighed, looking back out the small viewport. "They gain an inch of ground from us, and we spend weeks trying to take it back. We're going to have logistical problems. Look at the trees, we'll have to cut roads, dig trenches, and set up temporary fortifications to keep this war going. Bless the moon we have room to maneuver."
Should any of the three sleep, they'd all find themselves in a strange place due to the Discordance's prescence. They were in an apartment of some form, and they could hear music outside the window. A strange, slightly off tune very similar to what the Discordance itself seemed to sound like.
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Seraph seemed to leave the planet shortly after its activation.
The wires immediately moved backwards, the High Guard moving to an offensive position and bringing their tower shields fully upwards towards Daegmund, resting their blades to the side of it. "I wouldn't advise touching Vok weaponry so carelessly." The ambassador remarked, still keeping her hands behind her back. "Unless you do wish to initiate an incident with the Witch-King's Court, I advise you try again. I don't know your kind, xenos. We haven't been involved in Confederate politics until recently. Willing to act like a diplomat, or should my High Guard deal with you appropriately?"
The droid turned and began to escort the three of them down a hallway, clanking along. Many other droids seemed active as they passed multiple manufactorums, assembly lines and repair stations. Eventually, after a long and winding walk to the center of the station, they reached the central manufactory. The room itself was easily the size of a larger starship, seeming to make the droids in a repeating pattern as Fornt saw. Multiple consoles and scattered parts littered the room, and the droid extended its hand out in a simple gesture. Asura tilted her head, and looked over to Fornt. "What's interesting is it doesn't seem like a glitch in programming. AIs usually resolve that."
Tyfrondor nodded his head, "It is good to hear that, if the Admiral was the one to help with this so far successful set of experiments. That beings my attention to you, Tamour. You are no longer an Admiral. You are now the Union's Minister of War, second in command only to me. Your role begins now. Congratulations, Minister. I do hope you will lead the Union's new military to victory in this first war it must go through."
The Blue Dragon was rather surprised by that sudden announcement, and was silent for a moment before bowing his head once more, "Thank you, my Grand Drake! I am honored by this, and I will endeavor to live up to your expectations and more! I suppose then my first job shall be organizing Excave's forces with our allies into a unified Union Military structure. Melyphis, you will help me with this."
Aloni chuckled, shaking her head, "So you are squeamish then, scared of messing up! Haha, a bit harder to do something without a big strong Queen giving you the orders, hm? Well if you really need instructions, you can always contact Yajana, since she did it herself. Or I'll give you a blood sample to experiment with."
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Rovin was surprised that it was that strong, based on appearances, but he could handle this swig. Putting the glass back down, he smiled back to Piper and nodded, "Heh, that'd be quite something! A foxy little pub, could be quite nice. It's a humble living, though might not bring in enough money by itself with all those kids you're bringing up. All the same, can't hurt to bring in a second source of cash, right? Heh, might even take advantage of those Thorax lads by setting up near their dig sites. Also, strong drink, you weren't kidding!"
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Whatever the Dark Force was, it enjoyed puns and was happy to share in order to spread punnyness. Fulzcatra meanwhile was amused as Zether moved to catch up, enjoying that he was taking the flying seriously. To her, this was some much needed exercise for his poor, unused wings. She spoke back to him as they moved along, "Maybe you got a lot of power, but it ain't much good if you can't fly straight! While you're here, I'll help fix that. Casual Island Dragoness guarantees! Doesn't sound like much, but trust me it means plenty! Still, won't have to fly too much on Mondron once we get where we're going. Speaking of which, take a look!" They were now coming up on the shores of Mondron, forests and mountains visible in the distance. There were even more Dragons flying about visible. Some were playing, and some were just moving about normally, going about their own business.
Fornt nodded his head to Asura, "Yes, so I'm assuming something is wrong with the hardware, likely the assembly lines based on the fact each of the parts seem to be functional, but the process of successfully assembling those parts doesn't seem to work. Lets see what the settings are." He moved over to take a look at the consoles, to see if he could figure out the specifics of the commands they were running.
Xeufiar nodded his head, "Ah, you mean the organic stuff. You'll deal with plenty of that then. Ialao Druids and Mages will most certainly be among their number, and they will turn the forest alive. Animals will attack, the trees will move, and the creatures of the forest will do everything to block any ability to locate the fighters hiding within by getting in the way of reliable heat signatures and other such disruptions. Nowhere is safe, every movement in those forests is known. It is as you say, very hard to occupy, and they can reclaim anything you lose in hours. And you won't cut anything once and have it be permanent. Those druids will see to it that the forest works to bloom life where it is taken."
“Against orders from Lord Tyfrondor, Lady Hurlocke insisted we bring military grade defoliants. We have a couple thousand gallons of defoliants. I’m not talking about full spraying the forest, that’s just cruel. But what about just spraying where we make our roads? To ensure the roads stay there? Or do I need to start putting in orders for the magic inhibitors?”
"That I can try to do."
With a nod, Ishben would step back into the living room to stall for time, particularly to query Vayln about any potential news updates of an Orokin response to the whole above-planet conflict.
As rounds and rounds begin to pour onto the creature, it would instantly shriek in pain and would jump around like an extremely bouncy ball, this time fast enough that it seemingly has afterimages of itself and would slowly be getting closer and closer to both of them. "Sir, please hold it off while i recharge the weapon.." A meek voice yet with determination to defeat this thing, Halfthur would raise his weapon and a dark red glow would eminate from it as it begins to charge.. Grappler would suddenly stop its flurry and would suddenly disappear from the hallway seemingly around the corner, Halfthur would pull on Echo's coat and would point at where it went through.
"Watch it sugar, you're literally in the wolf's den." She says as she looks directly into Deorsóm's eyes through the mirror, aware of how she is seemingly invisible to everyone or everywhere excluding her. "Im not sure how you're still following me but i know its this scar that you inflicted on me." She sighs and would proceed to drink from a glass with already wine on it. "Its not my fault really, and you already now that."
"Lord Tyfrondor's suggestion was of course primarily for the fact that most Ialao are on our side, this is but one continent of rebels and we should not irritate the majority. But another reason is because you shouldn't be wasteful. Ialao are quite good at biology, their druids especially so, and any defoliants you use may lose effectiveness overtime as the Ialao build in countermeasures for their plants. This will cost them barely anything, as nature will handle the burden of resource costs, while for us it would make various chemicals slowly but surely less and less useful, and replacing those with stronger versions is far more costly. Not to mention it will just happen again to any new developed defoliants. Magic inhibitors and manual clearing of the roads is the best way to use it, save the defoliants for when we need to clear the roads for large offensives quickly, so as to give us the element of surprise without giving the Ialao too much of a chance to adapt their forests. It will be annoying, but this is a very valuable tool that can't be expended on basic maintenance of roads we may not be able to hold for too long."
The commands seemed to be in fragmented ancient Edainian, the computer unable to properly display them. However, Fornt could realize very easily the word 'CEASE' had been implanted or spliced into every code line, causing it to malfunction in some fashion as the controller read it over and over.
“This war would be bloody easy if these bastards didn’t have magic, or if we could just spray the whole damn forest. Hmph. Regardless, we’ve already began bombing runs over designated and possibly threatening parts of the forest. Just areas ImpSex believes rebels to be using for hidden storage. Replace their organics all they want, the tech can be removed like any other. That’s all for now.” Marlborough stood and left through the door. The officers in the command room saluting him as he returned.
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