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 The Ithrak Domain of Angelarium | “Warm ale in my tummy would be pleasant.” She’s quite fond of the sensation. It made her feel good and comfortable. Something which her husband took note of. He’s such a caring husband in that he went out of his way to ensure that she’s always comfortable. The IIthrak Household is not always the most cozy. Not that she can ever blame them. It was the first time in a long time that someone like her became a part of their household. Her husband saw it was no issue to ensure her needs are met. Her stomach stuffed and warm drinks down her gullet. It made her feel like a Lady-Lord with how well she was living. Even when she was alone she could still feel his warmth with her. Really, despite the hurdles and the trails. She was happy with her lot in life. It wasn’t one she ever envisioned herself in the future. But she’s glad that it turned out this way. For there were many times in her life that she could have spiraled into a completely different direction. Not all of which were good ones. And for that she was thankful to a lot of people. To the entire Anubite Empire really. It was her home now. A home that she especially became somewhat protective over the years thanks to a few sources of influence. Turns out that some grudges truly last a lifetime, even when they’re a ghost. Her eyes lit up when the drinks came. Thanking the waiter before they went away. She took a careful sip of the ale. The last of the tension in her muscles melted away when the hot liquid poured down her throat and into her body. “Aaah”. Safe to say that she quite liked it. “Such a lovely quality. I’m interested in learning more about the company behind the brand sometime later. If I ever felt a craving for lovely ale I would love to buy more from them.” Always nice to give support like that. She’s a supporter of local industries. They tend to have more of a ‘soul’ in them rather than large, store-chains. Hearing one of the establishment's good servings made her intrigued. It was one of the reasons why she enjoyed going out to eat. Especially when she goes to different restaurants. She’s guaranteed to always get a new experience with food because everyone prepares them differently. In a sense it was almost an insight into who they are as a person. “I’ll try out these steak frites then! It has been a while since I had good steak anyways.” | |
 The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | In stark contrast to the lavish conference room that the Prime Minister had chosen to make her great announcement, three of Tordelia's Electors were in a far humbler room. Instead of a great palace, they had elected to meet in a bar located within one of the many space stations orbiting Sennoshima, having made themselves comfortable in a private room. Tablets with copies of the proposed treaty and the countless requests were upon the table, as well as drinks and snacks for each of the three humanoids currently occupying the room. One, dressed in black robes, with a short green-and-black mane crowned by a pair of horse hears spoke first. "The so-called 'lunar lords' have spent centuries posturing a return of their so-called 'Japserian might,' and then suddenly decide now to simply abandon their conquests?" she growled, "I would understand if we had done some sort of daring expedition, but they've spent the past few years parading their contributions against the followers of Delviatu and a myriad of other conquests. Abandoning their sworn vassal, even if the land they own is rightfully Tordelian, in such an insulting bribe just shows how much worth their new noble oligarchs give towards truly holding up the spirit of this so-called proposal. I reject accepting this proposa- No, this bribe. It's clear that they have no respect for us Tordelians if they think they escape their judgement by meekly handing back a portion of what they took from us." Another, a pale, light green haired Ghashyr in just a spacer's suit, replied "I understand your concern, but this is still a chance to show the galaxy that we can sit on the table as a proper equal. Every other treaty we've been involved in has had us as either the subject of the treaty or a mere side participant. Even the one ending the Great War was mostly just Tyfrondor's nascent government flexing its muscles. Whether we like it or not, this is a chance to prove that we're a sovereign nation, not just another source of bodies for Iammelon. Like it or not, our mortal enemies have given us a direly needed opportunity to increase our international legitimacy." The last, a rather demonic looking woman, was currently in a state resembling a child that just received a full gaming rig as a present. "Well, I think this is a brilliant opportunity!" she squeed, "The damn Mazdoids just gave us a perfect opportunity to really dig into their system of government. Nobles, corporate institutions, government forms~! Plus, this is a rare chance to actually get relatively unfiltered contact with the Bezi-side Broken Swords and other rebel groups, maybe even a few of their upper crust who want to see their new 'exotic' neighbors... This opens up so many new possibilities, assuming we can pull the wool over their eyes so they don't notice us turning on the oven anyway..." -------- Adelailande - Reject Tordelia is willing to hold negotiations over the status of Mahoujou, but in order to mollify the hardliners within Tordelia, requests the Bezannian government expand its agreement to all Tordelian regions currently under its control, including Lunala (or Hoppland as the Hurvect and its inhabitants insist on calling it), the stellar region surrounding and including Berut, as well as any claims around and the lease on Newporte. In addition, due to the immensity of such an event, Tordelia requests that dignitaries from other nations and polities may attend the meeting as observers, and that a more definitively neutral location be used instead of the lands of a "vassal lord" of the Bezi monarch. | |
 The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | The room was palatial in its design. The walls were alabaster and had gold sconce lights lining the walls in seven foot intervals to line up with the pillars which lined the room’s walls. At one end of the room was a stained glass window that peered down into a garden full of purple flowers and white leafed apple trees. At the opposite end of the room was a portrait of the late empress depicted in twice her life size on canvas. She wore a fine dress and robe and was standing on a balcony overlooking Santo Duracan mountains. Her eyes peering down over the center of the room. Suspended from the ceiling were three golden chandeliers which illuminated the room. They hung from a curved ceiling which depicted Emperor Jasper’s siege of Hoppland. Old imperial soldiers storming the hopper’s castle, cannons and ships raining fire onto the countryside, and Jasper with Angel’s blessings raised his sword to the heavens for victory, all being guided by the moon high above him shining providence. Below the ceiling was a table that could accommodate three hundred people easily. It was currently hosting sixteen individuals. The fourteen cabinet ministers, the Lord Marshal, and the Premier Minister herself. In front of each person was a water pitcher and glass that sat on a coaster which bore the crest of Sansad for the ministers, the office of the premier minister for Princess Campbell, and the Imperial House’s Crest for the Lord Marshal. On a green felt mat that was in front of each person was a silver inkwell and stand that had a pen, letter opener, magnifying glass, and table lighter for wax. Also in front of each person was a leather bound car case which contained the Tordelian proposal. Finally there were small wooden boxes, with wires coming out the back that ran off the table and into hidden parts of the room. Fixed to the top of these boxes were ornate horn shaped curves, microphones. These microphones had been placed in front of each member so their voice would be properly amplified to the other members throughout the room. The Premier closed her case and leaned back. —————————— By Unanimous Vote of the Highest Confidence of His Imperial Majesty’s Government. Her Excellency, Princess Elizabeth Campbell of Clan Caimlaich, Premier Minister of Sansad of the Empire of Bezannia formally extends an agreement to negotiations considering the status of Maharajah. His Imperial Majesty’s Government sends its best regards to the relevant ministers of the Confederation of Tordelian States in their noble quest for peace in Our Time. Affixed hereunto with the Seal of His Imperial Majesty, Martin the First. The Seal of Her Excellency the Premier Minister of the Empire, The Seals of the Government of His Majesty’s Name, and witnessed by the Trusted, His Eminence, Lord Marshal to His Imperial Majesty, the Duke of Doradacosta, Rosquíades-Basil. Proposals for possible meeting locations in the Talmyrox, Iammelon, and several Imperial colonies like Santo Duraco and Newporte were attached and requests made of the Union and Talmyrox in due course. Iammelon and The kiff | |
| The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | CynCyn69: Astana? Terrafiora: Too Argan. They'd just use the time to wank about their rightful lord. CynCyn69: And Definitely not Javalus. That's just asking for Tyf to arbitrate. CynCyn69: Any places on your end you're willing to toss in? Terrafiora: Personally, would love to see Lardies try to deal with Marga's climate or put up with Lyr's wonders. 😏 Terrafiora: More seriously, probably either Zeva Sagharya or Lupa. Rastaxys would probably offend their 'sensibilities' and Velsera's too smoggy for anything other than corporate meetings. Doth's nice but the security there's gonna be a nightmare with all the recent civil unrest going on. Terrafiora: You got any suggestions from mom for the Nebula? CynCyn69: Yep. She says Trikorn's actually a pretty good place, pretty secure if drab looking. Otherwise, she says Avalantus or GG Nikomideo. Both have pretty good infrastructure and security, Avvie's definitely going to keep Union meddling out of this and GG's apparently not too involved in the Confie/Union squabble. CynCyn69: Though Freeforest would be a hilarious joke option to add, if only to see their faces when a lot of angry tree huggers show up to protest. 🤣 Tordelia firmly rejects any proposals to have the meeting take place in Bezi territory, and instead proposes on the meeting site be either in Zeva Sagharya, Lupa, Avalantus, Trikorn, or Garrai Garrakis Nikomideo. Triporea and The kiff | |
| The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | The small congregation of government ministers moved swiftly down the hallway. They were accompanied by a few escorts and smartly dressed guards. - The foreign minister put the receiver down and smiled, “well finally we found our solution.” He turned to face an attendent. “You may inform the premier our meeting place is the world of Minos.” - In the cabinet meeting hall, the premier minister sat back in her chair and read over the document. “Well, the emperor approves of zantine space. And I suppose it will not be so bad to hold a meeting there. You’ve done well, Lord Johnston. Though I will admit, I’m surprised the Tordelians accepted a meeting in a state so agreeable to ours. Oh well,” she raised a glass to her lips and nursed the whisky. ——————————— The Government of His Imperial Majesty is pleased to inform the relevant Government of the Confederation of Tordelian States that the selected location of Minos for the conference concerning the future standing of the territory known as Maharajah in the empire has been enjoyed widely within the government. Included below for your consideration is the list of members who will comprise the imperial delegation to Minos as a courtesy to the fellow members of the diplomatic service. Included were the list of names along with small handwritten statements from each of the five core diplomats expressing excitement for their future appointments with the Tordelians. - Made separate to the communications to Tordelia were requests for security, accommodation, and adequate meeting spaces for the conference to be held at on Minos. Though these inquires were sent directly to the Taurus government. Requests for diplomatic accommodations, security concerns, a meeting location for the conference itself. All were things addressed to the Taurus. ( | |
| Ultra-anarchy cells | In Polmato, the capital homeworld of the Polmatian Black Army, some starships were being built in the star station above the savanna planet. There also a speech by one of the many soldiers that choses to perch on top of some crates. “My fellow Polmatians, we have fought against and toppled the tyrannical state of the Military Junta before us, and many remnants tried and failed to re-establish the state with their ‘provisional governments.’ Now, we should soar the stars for any possible peoples out their and spread anarchism wherever we go, and if their government proved to be too weak, we take over. If your with me, say aye.” This speech was followed by ayes from the crowd. | |
 The Nebulean Union of Iammelon | It was a quiet day as usual for Egilicus Rhangarb, the Taurus Governor of Minos. Not much happened on his world, and for the old retired general that was quite fine for his tastes, as it meant all was well. And so it came as quite a surprise that on a day normal as any other, he got a particularly odd message. Reading the information further, it was quite the surprise for the old bull, but one that got him to smile. A request for Minos to host a diplomatic meeting between Tordelia and the Bezis. Minos was not entirely unfamiliar with such conferences in its history, but they were rare and generally to do with internal Zantine politics. After all, Minos was a world totally loyal to the Zantine Emperors, and so they often held meetings there when they wished to be in a position of strength. But for two foreign powers to host such a meeting on his world, Egilicus had to admit it was unexpected. But not unwelcome, not at all. He very quickly went to his computer console, writing up a message to send to Instabull. The Emperor of Zantium had to be informed of this offer, naturally. But after informing him, Egilicus quickly made another message, informing his subordinates to begin making preparations, and to inform the Bezannians and Tordelians that Minos would happily accept being the location of their summit. It was rather quick of him to accept before the Emperor replied, but Egilicus was certain that Emperor Zenos was wise enough to see the value in this offer. A chance to restore some lost Zantine prestige, and undercut Javalus in the process. Another piece of proof of Zantine diplomatic autonomy despite being a member of the Union. There was no way he would let this chance slip. And so, it was time to get to work, and he had the perfect place in mind. - The meeting location that the Minos Government proposed to both the Bezi and Tordelian Governments on their world was Stargazer Hall, a Summer Palace for the Zantine Emperors. It was chosen for the fact it had all the potential to host such a meeting, with all the necessary lodgings, security capabilities, and appropriate splendor. The Stargazer Hall was, despite being supposedly just a "Summer Palace" for the Zantine Emperors was in reality more of a second Grand Palace for Zantine Emperors throughout history. When Instabull got a bit too dangerous and a safe place was needed on safer world, Stargazer Hall on ever-loyal Minos was perfect. The structure was thus massive, with all the splendor, and utility, that the Zantine Emperors of old would expect out of their de-facto second home. And given that it was meant to host guests for the Emperors, be they personal guests or diplomatic delegations seeking an audience, it had quite suitable accommodations built into it already that could handle both the delegations and their members. And if they didn't want to lodge in Stargazer Hall itself, they were welcome to arrange for a living space in the surrounding city; Thynoi. As for security, this was even easier to assure. Stargazer Hall already had a garrison of Zantine Legionaries hosted within it, specifically veteran ones that were trusted by the Zantines to protect the Emperor's getaway. And of course, more could be brought in as needed. In addition to the standard guards however, after Emperor Zenos approved the meeting on Minos, he even gave approval to send a number of the elite Rangian Vanguard to takeover security there. The Emperor's own guards, the trusted household troops of the Lasacris Dynasty, were the best the Zantines could offer, and showed the Zantine Emperor was watching this meeting himself. Him showing up at the meeting was even quite possible now. This was all on top of the many security systems built into Stargazer Hall itself. As such, Governor Rhangarb informed the delegations that, if they wished, they could bring their own guard details and they would be hosted as well, but he doubted they would be needed. This meeting would be very safe. With all the preparations made, Minos was confident to assure Tordelia and Bezzania alike that everything would be more than ready to receive their diplomats, and their summit could go ahead when the two sides settled on a time and date. The Alicorns, Angelarium, and Triporea | |
| The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | Tordelia took note of the five core diplomats and the attaché, and sent their own list of stuff as well. While Terra herself could not attend, her sister, Cynder, would attend, as well as a few of the Electors. The reply to the diplomats was also polite, though even in the responses the feeling of caution was still quite evident. Iammelon and Angelarium | |
| The Ithrak Domain of Angelarium | Normally, The Equusian Federation don’t pay much attention to their distant neighbors to the east. The travel time between them is a month aboard civilian vessels and two weeks if the ship is military grade. Only the most advance Equusian ships can make the journey in a few days. As such, communication above the cosmic wide web is just not worth it. The visitors they do get from there are civilians who want to see the breadth of what Hohizora has to offer. It’s from one of these tourists that officials learned about the conference taking place. It was a chance of luck as well. The apprentice of the Prince-Regent of Equestria was showing a Tordelian woman with vibrant green hair around one of their cities. He couldn’t get much f her features for she wore shades and a large brimmed hat. There was a sense of poise and experience with her. Completely oblivious to what she was passionately jolting down in her notepad over the course of the tour. It was around the end of it that she gave the apprentice, who she learned that he was an apprentice for some bigwig, an invitation to see a ‘verbal beat down of the century’. She gave him some numbers to bring to the Prince-Regent to notify the people setting this up that there may be some foreign guests showing up. A series of event later, the Equusians decided to take up on this offer to go watch this conference. They were partly motivated to also get in touch with the rest of their eastern neighbors. Especially the Union. As of late they embraced the Elkisni who had taken in the Confederate refugees. Even though they regard the Elksni as amiable souls, they don’t know much about the exiles. Reports of Equusians Interacting with them is not warm to put it generously. Calls were made ahead of time that the Equusians sent a ship containing diplomats and the usual protection detail to Iammelonian space. They arrive a week early just so they don’t have to worry about being late in case something happens on the Etherways. Since it was near, and the strange Tordelian woman promoted it, decided to briefly stay on Valai. Not knowing that they would never giant further than the starport. The Valorians held them up to ensure nothing malicious is going on. The search was so thorough that the Equusians were stuck on Valai for several days. The Valorians even performed cavity searches on them. ‘We never know’, one of their officers has said to one of the diplomats, ‘You Eskalivi could be bringing anything into Iammelon. We have to be absolutely certain.’ The Equusians didn’t mind the treatment. In fact, the Valorians were extremely friendly. It made them happy and that much more willing to cooperate with them. Something which the Valorians enjoyed very much. It was unfortunate timing that by the time they were done, they had to leave and go to Minos. Nonetheless, despite the circumstances they did enjoy their brief and limited stay on Valai. Perhaps after the whole event they may go back to Valai now that they would be free to check it out. So far they very much prefer the Union Valroians over those of the Confederates. And wherever else that might interest them depending whose shoulders they rub on Minos. The Alicorns and Triporea | |
| The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | As the major players of the galaxy turn their gazes to Minos, the rest of the galaxy was still moving. And one of them was the a simple TISA (Tordelian Interstellar Survey Administration) bureaucrat getting rather irritating news that some lesser known power had suddenly decided to radically burn down their state. "Markus dammit..." she grumbled as she requested someone to check out who in the name of the Progenitors now ruled the ashes. | |
| The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | As the Taurus were preparing Stargazer Palace for the incoming conference and certainly the immense media and government attention coming soon the Imperial Household at Instabull would receive similar news. Emperor Martin the First of Bezannia was requesting a visit and stay with Emperor Zenos as a friendlt meeting between the two great monarchs. The emperor was to travel with a small compliment of guards and servants and was simply interested in a vacation to Zantine that conveniently lasted the duration of the conference on Minos. He was to travel onboard the imperial yacht which would land on Instabull and it was requested he be given temporary residence in quarters fitting of an emperor. The two emperors were to engage in a state dinner and some light sightseeing before retiring to private engagements. Martin was also bringing the Empress Georgina and that the imperial couple should like to be treated to a Zantinian welcome and vacation. Also extended was an invitation for Emperor Zenos to accompany Martin to the Imperial Hunt on New South Dernby later in the year as a guest of honour. | |
| The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | The Empire dispatched firstly the HIMS Palmseley, an Eschoza Class Frigate. She was recently laid down and this would be her second voyage. Despite being a capital battleship, she was an Eschoza class meaning she was smaller than the Nedescair Class. The empire seemingly made a more moderate statement by picking the Palmseley over her larger battleship counterparts. The Florianess class was out of the question due to her being an escort battleship and lacking a hanger to launch any craft from. The Nedescair class was seen as too large a statement for the empire, as the newest and largest battleships were likely not something appropriate to arrive to peaceable negotiations in. The Anascar was currently somewhere between Marysburgh and Tir Creachdair with the Prince Richard aboard. The Emperor of the East was in port on Huron for retrofitting. This left the new Palmseley as the only available class of ship to transport the diplomats to Minos. The diplomatic delegation was headed by a Lady Semple-Abigail, the Duchess of Ezmien. A deeply skilled and highly praised diplomat with hundreds of years of experience as the Plenipotentiary to Iammelon. She would serve as chief diplomatic envoy for the conference, supported by the attachés and other diplomats. Included in the group of official observers was Foreign Minister Lord Johnston-Avery, the Earl of Falcony. He was joined by several ministers appointed to advise and observe the diplomatic staff, as well as three sanctioned journalists from the IBC’s Star Herald Newspaper. And while the Emperor nor the Premier Minister would attend, it was no secret the Emperor had travelled to Instabull for a vacation with the Zantinian Emperor Zenos, meaning his eyes and ears were not far from the meeting. Also of little secrecy was the Premier’s postponing of Sansad for her travels to the mountainous spa town of Nielsbad on the empire’s eastern most planet, Ethelford. Meaning the government of Bezannia was not far from the events occurring on Minos. When the day came for the imperial delegation’s arrival, the HIMS Palmseley had previously sailed through the nebula for Zantine space. Where she’d perform a sail by salute to the Emperors before steaming to Minos. Once there she broke atmosphere, and deployed three K&PM-600K transport craft to the surface. The large triangular craft touched down where instructed and unveiled three groups, on the first there was a small compliment of Marines who would act as the official and ceremonial Bezannian guards. With one carrying a wreath to present to Governor Rhangarb, a small band to play the Imperial anthem, and a standard-bearer to carry the Imperial Flag for the delegation. Some Marines carried full shore kits, including carrying rifles. Others only carried pistols as sidearms. The pistol carrying marines would actually accompany the diplomats throughout the interior of Stargazer Palace while the rifle equipped ones would take sentry posts around the Imperial landing craft. Also dispatched to the surface of the planet was a heavy landing craft carrying state cars for the diplomats to ride in from their landing space to the palace. Each diplomat wore official court civil servant uniforms with their full honours. The Naval Attaché wore a fully decorated uniform. The observers wore their court dress as well, be they civil servant uniforms or court suits. The imperial delegation also had a small servant staff of porters to shuttle their luggage from the landing craft to the quarters of the diplomats. These porters would return to the HIMS Palmseley after delivering the trunks and cases of each diplomat. It had been requested ahead of time that the Tordelian Delegation and all foreign observers plus the Minosian government hosts assemble for a friendly state dinner before the meetings were to begin as a sign of friendship and respect. Though the Bezannians were optimistic and friendly they each shared a small sense of trepidation for the future of the meetings. As a lot of their careers had been built up to such a monumental moment, and indeed the empire was placing pressure on their diplomatic servants to make sure the conference proceeded as planned. Just as the Tordelians were meeting with former confederates the imperials were making a great number of social functions with the Zantines and Anubites, despite the rivalries between the two they were the union’s premier monarchies. And the Bezannians respected each deeply in their own ways. Though understandably the imperials were careful and kept a respectful distance from any person from Freeforest. An uneasy relationship undermining any fruitful interactions between the two. Iammelon and Angelarium | |
| Ultra-anarchy cells | Two Polmatian Black Army Survey ships’ scanners picks up movement and detects the corvette. A transmission was sent by one of the survey ships to the Corvette. “You’ve entered Polmatian Black Army space, state your business here, otherwise the Polmatian Black Army’s Energy Cutlasses and Baseball bats will try board your vessel if your intentions prove to be hostile if unprovoked.” They wait for a response. They hope they aren’t going to attack first. | |
| The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | "... really? Did a Nebular street gang just overthrow the government?" grumbled the captain. "Seriously, thought the only Black Armies were Nuraya and edgy Nebular gangs trying to act tough..." Sighing, the captain responded "This is the TS Alcantra, on a mission to discover what just happened to the local governments here. You the local pirates or something?" | |
| Ultra-anarchy cells | “We are former prisoners from one of the five former penal colonies, we’re anarchists liberators of Polmato from the clutches of the Oppressive Military Junta the Polmatian Black Army overthrew.” The captain of the survey ship giving out the transmission continues proudly. “We are better then pirates, we are liberators, many Juntists remnants tried and failed to re-establish the Oppressive state under their own provisional government, they lost the will of the people long ago. That’s all you got to know.” | |
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| Ultra-anarchy cells | “Hey man, say what you will, we have limited minutes, so wrap whatever you came here to do and return home and we’ll be fine.” | |
| The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns | "Just tomake things clear, can you at least outline your form of government, and we'll share ours in exchange. I don't need data of your species or anything, this isn't a proper first contact or something like that, but um, we do need to update the database after you overthrew your military government," replied the captain, making sure to glance at the other officers in the bridge before continuing, "After all, uh, isn't it important for people to know where they get to live freely?" | |
| Ultra-anarchy cells | “We no longer have a state, because we’re anarchists, and the people voluntarily work together, fight together voluntarily, etc.” | |
| Sakiris | Cast by Fire: Part 39: It felt for Otun that the siege would last months. That was until he sensed the warm presence of Eftalya, who felt impossibly nearby. Part 40: Part 41: Eftalya felt nothing but relief to see her home once again. It was a far cry from the water-filled paradise that was Cypherius, but it was home nonetheless. She embraced her husband warmly and kissed him. Harai could not but smile and laugh at the absurdity of it all, what were the chances of any of this happening at all? Surely, he and his wife were guided by Sakir. They both dropped to their knees and looked toward the Red Star that scorched their planet, uttering ancient prayers and promises of servitude to their most powerful deity. Soon, they would descend upon the County of Ostanakar, Guk'Tar Khur, Harai would gaze upon the walls of his home once again, and Eftalya would embrace Otun and hand him back his sword Hataaratai, fulfilling the promise she made. | |
| L empire | The Lord Knight glared at the red star. He felt its anger burn against him. He felt the roars of power and energy against him. His soul-body felt twanges of wrath against his form as he stared out at the wrathful lands that surrounded him. He knew whatever Host that lead these lands spiritually did not tolerate his presence. He could feel the wills that were seemingly trying to pierce his armor. But he knew, he knew deep down his will was stronger. First born of the Seraphs, divine lineage courses through his veins. False Host could make war against him, but he would triumph. He would command the Children upon this world and bring it into the fold. This desert pebble, rough in its shape, callaous in its terrain and brutalistic in its nature, it shall be bent towards his will, and the childrens will, and victory shall be declared. No Host shall triumph over him. Queen Suis though had a different opinion, upon viewing the world. She felt a little frightened upon seeing it, its sands look rough, hard and hate filled, in comparison to the smooth beaches of her home. Its dunes looked like tumors, warps upon beauty. Its oceans if it ever had any, had long left. It looked treacherous in nature, a reflection of the beauty of Cypherius, something that horrified her to her core. Part of her wanted to tell Lord Knight to turn back, and bring her armies home. To cower from this desert nightmare, part of her wanted that. But her other part, her strategic mind, knew the importance of colonization efforts in the great game of chess, that her family, nay her people have been playing for generations. She knew that if she turned around, this planet would be quickly consumed by the Kryss and the Dynas. Furthermore, abandoning her oath to Harai and Eftayla, she would seem weak. Pathetic, useless. But there was a third reason, her strategic mind took interest in this world. Harai, Eftaylas husband was a well groomed muscular man, a fine suitor for someone like herself, but she was married and happily so, and it would be gravely wrong to try to tempt the man. But...she knew there must have been more men like him, powerful men, men she could use to shape her dynasty, her people. She could at very least push her pieces forward in the grand game of chess she played, with her "cousins." While this was all going on in her head, she failed to notice that the ship had landed, and the armies had begun to leave, lead by Harai, Eftayla and the Lord Regent 1;1, and once she had noticed, she immediately booked it to the elevator to meet the armies in time, before there work was finished. Witg the Besiegers The besiegers would suddenly and violently have there attention pulled as thunderous booms filled the air hundreds of them. All at once firing, into the castle they were sieging, round upon round fired, and once they hit fite engulfed them and large holes were formed upon the castle. Then Otun who lead the siege could see on the horizons, they saw marching an alien army, of colossal size. Hundreds of thousands. Conposed of three differing species, on further inspection he saw leading from the front was Eftayla and Harai, but then he would see in front of them, a colossal figure, cloaked in white, his eyes burnt with silvery fire as he glared at the defenders of the castle. He spoke a commanding, booming, loud voice, coming from his lips. "Do not be afraid humans, for I am here to bring you victory and glory to the Children of Gabriel, which upon this day you have been adopted into and made his, in his bosom, in Gabriels name I shall lead you to victory." As he raised his hand and a beam of silver and gold intertwined and mixed together shot out and turned the gate and much of surrounding wall of the fortress to dust. At this time Queen Suis, who had gotten dressed very quickly in her most regal clothing had reached the battlefield and stood behind Harai and Eftayla, with heavy breaths she muttered. "Apol-Apologies for not be-being here, I uhm...got busy." She said as heavy pants filled her lungs as she tried to block the sun from her eyes. | |
| The Nebulean Union of Iammelon | The request for a visit to Instabull on top of the Minos Conference was a surprise for the Zantines, although they quickly already saw the point of the so conveniently timed visit. All the same, Emperor Zenos decided to accept and allow the Bezannian Emperor to come and stay. It wouldn't make much sense to refuse, and the Zantines got something out of it as well, additional prestige and a further show of diplomatic autonomy in the face of the Union. And so, Emperor Martin would be welcomed to the Imperial Palace on Instabull, and offered residence within that very same palace's guest halls. If that wasn't preferable, residence could also be taken up within the Imperial Quarters of the Instabull Imperial Hippodrome, which had a special residence for the Emperor in case of games and festivities within the massive complex that went on for multiple days. Either was suitable to an Imperial residence, but it was up to the Bezzenians which they would prefer. The Hippodrome did have the special treat of being within the very same complex that a few festivities would be held on during the length of the trip, such as a festive chariot race. As for the invitation to the Imperial Hunt, that would be accepted, with Zenos being able to bring his Rangian Vanguard protection contingent and some imperial servants along of course. As for the welcome and vacation, that was quite easy to handle. The Zantine Legions on Instabull were quite used to acting as parade and ceremonial troops, and the long landing pads of the Imperial Palace were specifically built to create long, ceremonial entrances with. With musicians, Zantine Legionaries in ceremonial armor, and all the baubles of an Emperor welcoming esteemed guests. This would be prepared for Emperor Martin as it had been for other high priority officials who were deemed as worth of such honors, like Ghashyr Talmyrs, President Tyfrondor, and even the rare instance an Anubite High Lord came to Instabull. A vacation plan was easy to draw up as well, as Instabull had many sights to see. Certain ones, such as the Grand Life Cathedral, would be cut out given the fact the local Bishop was unlikely to be pleased with a visit from Martin, but most were still quite open. Instabull was an old, storied planet. Much to see, and much to do. And when the Bezi Emperor arrived, the Zantine Emperor would be there to meet him. Angelarium and Triporea | |
| The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | The Bezannian Emperor had travelled with an ample staff and bodyguard dispatch. He was travelling with his wife of course, but he also was bringing the Lord Chamberlain, the Equerry, several Waxing Guards of the Cinewardian, a few dozen Waning Guards of the Cinewardian, footmen, chauffeurs, valets, lady’s maids, and other members of staff. Really the emperor travelled with a ship of people, hence his use of the Imperial Yacht. When the ship did arrive in Instabull, the Emperor landed with in a traditional style. As the ramp to his tender ship touched down on the landing pad the first to emerge were the escort. In full court dress they carried the flags and banners of the empire and of House Saran. Their glimmering purple uniforms and black hats worn proudly as the heralds came next holding aloft their horns. Next came the Cinewardian and the Lord Chamberlain who wielded a large staff. Iammelon and Angelarium | |
| The Ithrak Domain of Angelarium | As the major movers and shakers coalesce at the conference. One of the Equusian observers, Link of House Melody, was spending time getting to know the other parties who came for the same reason. He was simply happy that he could stroll around. Having spent the week on Valai in the ship to double-check the inventory and look over paperwork. In hindsight, it was rather lucky of him that he didn’t go out with most of his fellow crew mates. He really was born under a lucky star as those close to him like to say. He was on the floor a few hours before the main event, and he was hearing talk of possible dinner. It was a lovely thought. In the current moment however his thoughts were preoccupied by those he was mingling with. One being a scholar named Rezenary from the Anubite Empire. She was cute as a button in her formal wear. Very friendly as well, happily accepting his hug in greeting. The two eggheads as his people would say, interacted with each other the most so far. A given since both of their professions were very much the same in most aspects. With time to spare they went to someplace more secluded for a more private exchange of knowledge. They didn’t spend too much time on such a riveting moment between them. There were a lot of people that they could potentially get to know. The two went their separate ways. Link found himself coming across guests from Freeforest. While a different mood from the last discourse, it was pleasant getting to know the Ialao. They were one of the groups of Iammelonians that he knew the least of given how far northeast they are. It would seem that they share similar thoughts on the environment. With so many similarities, he ponders if they were like the Gryphons. Ancient colonists having settled on Equus long ago. Or according to another theory, the old gods having pluck primitive sentient life across Hoshizora and put them on Equus. One thing he was low-key disappointed by was that as far as he saw, there weren’t any Watrikes present. It made sense of course. From the things they heard, the Watrikes only care about attending to the president. Still, there was a hope that he could have seen one on Minos. Even if it weren’t exactly for an academic purpose. Well, not the typical kind. Another group that he came to talk with the most were the Zantines. This was their world after all. It was a good time getting to know the nobles. They talked about culture, traditions, the importance of a legacy, and other subjects that the aristocracy is fond to talk about. Link held himself well. Having grown used to such an environment from similar instances. The nobles have become partially interested in the stallion. Mostly when it has been passed around enough that the Confederate remnants have made contact with the Equusians through their new friend. They were understandably interested in where he stood on the matter. He was honest, stating he was here really to learn more about this scuffle. He was a scholarly stallion after all, it wouldn’t do to just get one side of the complete story. That said, he really couldn’t decry one side over the other. Both have their cons and pros. Nothing in life is perfect. There’s a bit of a lean towards the Confederates, but that was his bias of monarchies, and he liked them having autonomy. Ultimately, this political divide was between the confederates and the union. Most Equusians have a different set of priorities anyway. Having done his homework, he noticed oddities with some noble's mannerism. There was a good gut feeling that they were likely part of the supposed secret cults. Much like how the Clocktower Society used to be in the olden days before discarding the masquerade. They were analyzing him, some even giving offers to come to someplace private afterwords. It was very tempting for his inquisitive soul. There was little reason for him to say not to given his crew will go for a proper visit to Valai after the event. Leaving him to most likely staying within the ship. Of course, he could see the figurative chessboard in front of him. They’re trying to hook him into their culture to make him be loyal to them over the Confederates. By this point, while haven’t said it, was starting to prefer the Union more simply because they can provide more opportunities can than the Confederates. When you look at it on a scale. It was a small fleet to an entire nation. The Confederates don’t have anything to their name beside the belief in their cause when is admirable. But as noted, they have different sets of value. That said, he got the feeling that he’s going to get more involved in the Union affairs anyway. | |
| The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea | The Bezannians were plentiful in the room, either in dinner tails or their court uniforms. Though the main diplomatic corps and several of the higher ranking noblemen in the observing gallery would be impossible to approach in casual conversation due to most of them fraternising the entire evening with the confederates of equal rank. Zantinians, Ialao, Taurus, so long as they held some high noble rank most of them were enjoying the company of the highly refined Bezannians who had seemingly adopted a policy of only drinking champagne on such a monumental evening. Their high and mighty eyes and snouts looking down upon anyone drinking anything other than a crisp bubbling wine. Especially those drinking anything common like a cocktail or a moon forbid beer. In fact, it would appear that a many reason for their high culture gathering this evening was to weed out those who the Bezannians might deem too common for social interaction. Those who did reciprocate or pass their subtle tests for nobility were allowed to join them in social rings and circles for the evening. Those who did not pass the tests were casually excluded from conversation, and a great deal of effort was made to silently and subtly inform such individuals that they might enjoy the company of another group. The Duchess of Ezmien and the Earl of Falcony, being the two highest profile figures in attendance were always at the centres of various circles throughout the evening. Enjoying the sophistication of their hosts and anyone else who might be more familiar to the expectations of a courtly meeting like this. With all the unspoken etiquette and tradition of an evening amongst nobles and diplomats. These were not something one could easily study, or read in a book, or fetch from some holosite. These were things learned from a wealthy upbringing, having spent a lifetime with a silver spoon. Though of course the Bezannians were friendly with everyone, it was not obvious to those unaware that some persons would not be tolerated. And in traditional style, the Bezannians never spoke or made any motion that revealed their true feelings for anyone. Just formal and polite interactions with a soft undertone of cold and calculated verbal transactions and social manoeuvres. Each Bezannian seemed to put a great deal of thought and preparation into what they said despite holding conversations all evening. Their movements throughout a room, the number of sips they took from a glass in a minute, how many times they’d puff a cigar, the gesticulation they used, their posture, everything had such an obvious rhythm and flow to it that just could not be deciphered to anyone except the highborn in the room. Even for the Iammelonians born in similar positions, the Bezannian mood would appear to be overbearingly formal. But to anyone who had spent anytime in the company of the Bezannian court for long they’d know this was just how they were. It was an intense ritual to observe for anyone watching. Indecipherable yet crystal clear, highly planned and calculated yet spontaneous and free flowing, cold and snooty yet warm and approachable. The disorienting social and cultural style of the Bezannians would have been odd to most. A true rarity even in the expanse of the ether. How could such strange people stand here, a large political entity amongst giants. How had these people endured the trials of war, rebellion, political adversities? Questions with no answers of course. Like all great things a hint of mystery is the secret to their success. It is what draws interest, keeps those intrigued hooked like a drug addict drunk with their vices. Alas, such is the nature of Hoshizora. The great enduring beauty of such impossible peoples thriving in the vast Aether. |
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