Interstellar Empires

Et ludos incipere

The Emperor was silent for a moment, it had been some time since Boris had made his way into the arena the day prior. "Your people are in grave danger" those word stuck in the emperors mind "What danger? he wont let that happen?" he went over that day a thousand times and despite that fact that his rage had diminished he was still angry at how Borislav had talked to him "Oh mighty emperor" but as insulted as he was, he was no fool he knew that if the outside galaxy wanted war with his people, he would not win.

Either way it was time for Borislavs first arena battle, it was him against five gladiators with two gladiators on his side, the Emperor stood up from his seating area "Citizens of Rome, you have come today to witness men prove their might in he only way they truly can, with steel and muscle, so come gladiators and purchase your glory, purchase it honestly, with blood!"

The five opposing gladiators charged towards Borislav and his two gladiators, the time for battle was nigh.

doodleSM


Mere unionism

It had been a short while since the first sermon and the camp seemed more calm, less younger legionnaires where fighting and the men had started viewing the proctors as a part of the camp, like the rest of them where, they greeted and waved to the proctors whenever they passed by and referred to them as "amicus" meaning friend some soldiers even offered the proctors a chance to eat with them. It had also been decided that Claudius become the new centurion, Paulus didn't mind too much, he was always too laid back to be anything more than a Decanus.

However, one day while the proctors where walking through the camp they were approached by a young boy in training , he was about thirteen, he approached the proctors and said "you said that The soldier needs return to the soil and become a farmer and then you said For soldiering often relies on hatred" the boy then paused and said "But what if the farmer is attacked? he has laid down his weapons and so cannot defend himself, and if soldiering relies on hatred then why does the legion fight for the protection and love of the empire?"

Shireling

He served a dark and a vengeful God.
Butcher looks at the small boy. "Identify yourself to the Empire of Heydros! Or risk being fired upon!" The Heydrian soldiers were clearly dismayed by this small boy. The STAVKAs were aimed at the boy now. The scientists were huddled in a corner, hiding from sight. Butcher aimed his shotgun at the boy. Awaiting a response.
SmugViking

A small price.
Boris was awaiting his combat in the arena. At the beginning of the battle, Boris would stride his way towards the opposing team. However, he allowed his comrades to go first. After they went ahead he began to fight the other Gladiators. With a quick blow to the Gladiator's helmet; the gladiator goes flying back. A gladiator attempts to slash his arm, but Borislav retorts with a gut punch to the gladiator. The gladiator's rib is broken from the punch, and he lands some feet back. Borislav continues to fight.
KindlyPlagueDoctor

Testing of the Void Gate with Unexpected Contact
With the sudden pull of the Bastion's communication, Fael raised his arm to receive the hail. He stopped, trying to open the line with some static and failure. The Servyus on the frigate brace for combat. Servyus fire teams search through the ruins, constantly moving and analyzing the ruins. With long archways everywhere, the fire teams jumped up to the roof of the building, scanning the ruins and sent waves of void energy throughout. Setting up perimeter and defensive shields, weary of anything inside the ruins outside. Outside of thr ruins they laid. The reinforced fleet arrived, falling in line with the Bastion. The Bastion would launch large turrets to use against aircraft, armor, and the other ships. The crashing of the turrets on the outside ruins would startle those who didn't know they were coming and where outside or close enough. The Servyus that escorted Fael settled in a sort of cantina. Their weapons of arm blasters, energy projectiles, swords, and attached twin pistols faced the aliens, but not in a way to cause panic or distress. The Servyus calmed down for a moment, but they seemed aggressive to the human-like beings.

Fael began to speak, "Erys vhaly Tosihy (Darkness be Rited), I bid thee swell tidings on this wonderful day. It seems you are on the verge of the Ultoras sector, claim of the Solvarous Tezxis Kollam. I am Fael, adviser to the Umbra and authority on these premises. Please state your political entities. Your technologies seem different and by the actions you have taken. I'd imagine that you are strangers to each other." Fael pauses, "I'm sorry, but we Servyus do not accept foul human poisons. And while I understand your concerns to secrecy. It is our republic's policy that your name be known. I hope you understand. Our dealings with Humanity has been, grim and abysmal. With Humanity's greed and foul nature, we have grown almost

The CaptIan of the Bastion replied, "Hello, you must be on that craft. This is a Bastion of the Solvarous Tezxis Kollam. Attacking this vessel will yield your kind war and death. It be best you shut off your weapons before our ships handle that for you. Thank you." The captian was a shifting plate body with a triangular head. Constant mist and shards moved around him.

Fael sparks his hand with a gem of dark fire. The room darkens quickly as the light screeches. Without a good amount of void energy, the light screeches in its death. Shadows lengthen, darkness moves in. The Servyus weren't sure what he was doing, most likely compounding the terrifying nature of his kind. Half of the them looked of unimaginable horrors. The cigarettes might be the only thing keeping anyone at ease.

Petroshka Shireling

Zaltusinel said:

A Dragon's Guests
Yonsisac ( Shireling Petroshka for one thing in here)

Daerys nodded, "It is my pleasure to have you. I do not mind curiosity, as it is a virtue in itself. Knowledge is the path to the singularity." Slowly, the crystal made complete rotation before projecting an image of Oberzirx winter. Daerys lowered his head beside the image.

"While our homeworld of Oberzirx is normally volcanic, all crystals form in its bitterly cold winter from the atmospheric ventilation. Updrafts suck all of the heat from the surface. Faster than the volcanoes can replenish. The updrafts force heat into the heat to collect in the second atmosphere where particles of Lyriex, Corsik, and Requiem fall and condense into crystals as these. They fall as snow in this state, once on the ground they stick together and form one crystal as such with this one."

"A combination of Lyriex and Requiem particles, this crystal is considered a Yander crystal with abilities to project communications signals, receive signals, and images with high efficiency. All crystals respond to energy matrixes, allowing my people to control them remotely. They hold some ability to process information and this allows these crystals to show images. Also, all crystals naturally bend gravitonal fields allowing it to float on its own."

Yagdra slides off of his grandfather, flowing his hand through a red flashing cube. He bows his head shortly before looking back. He speaks in Umbronik, "Fael has made contact with humans. It seems one of the craft is preparing to attack." His voiced seemed worried.

Daerys responded in Umbronik, "Accept their help request. Prevent conflict if they can. If not, make the Shadow proud. Fael has my backing, if it is needed. Fight." A light squad of Bastions, Osos, and Liticas would be sent to the position, being lead by a Havyortict file. Arriving as soon as they could.

Daerys returned attention to Hate, "So, your queen shaped your kind. Why did she do so?" Daerys smiled, talking calmly. His tail wagged back and forth as the metal in the walls melded back into panels.

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(Ok this was my fault, i rather got carried away and forgot to reply, only to lose it in the post, sorry for that, mind telling me in our message when you post? just want to make sure i see it)

(yes i know there are a few things you don't know about, i have been unable to update the info but when it dose there will be A LOT, most is just history bits for show, only the new Faction "The Pulse" being a big change)

A Scaled Savior

Hate noded with acceptance as it was true, knowledge is the key to singularity, even so everything that we know and wield this day, curiosity is what drives people to Invent, research and know more than they can and it what defines a sentient being. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but we all know cats have nine lives. But Hate was caught off guard at the fact these crystals, are actually natural, not created, fascinating such a natural created infusion can have so many properties, hearing how there home world it, literally, rains crystals making them form. Hate knew all about habitable green planets possessing life but never a volcanic scorched world where natural communication,image display and manipulation could be possible when crystal formations rain from the sky, Hate wonder how there home world might be but sure enough he would not be able to stay for long. Mechanical but not completely, but beside the fact made complete sense knowing how they are pure metal and machine, not being effected much by the heat. "Magnificent indeed, a natural formed formation that posses many compatible abilities....now that is such a "anomaly" to us, never heard of it..." Hate slowly said drifting of in thoughts only to shake his head and clear his throat excusing himself from the sudden driven mind.

The great dragon began to speak not to him, but to Daerys about a topic, he dint wish to intervene or be suspected of even hearing it, keeping silent as he sat there thinking about the crystals and there function, in fact he looked at the red flashing gleaming gem as it pulsated. Such simple looks yet deep inside...the glass has more than one can see. Soon the Umbra would come back and ask him why there queen, Hope, created the "Living" race. He thought for a moment, gathering what they all knew but as well preventing of mentioning "The Derelicts", all Cataphract units are strictly told to never speak there name to any foreign sentient beings unless told to, but even if such he decided to tell them, he could not. Forced by Orokin coding in his mechanical half made it rather impossible to speak anything related to there masters, secrecy and security was there top priority and for there proxy's.

"Our queen, Hope, was the second of our kin to come to existence, King Valor was the first. Valor knew he could not continue the growth of us as a new specie and such with the "Forge", Queen hope was born. But such both could not do it alone, Hope took it upon herself to create us." He said now getting a bit more on point to the question "She shaped us in order to be perfect, with little to no flaws and creating us from her hands, not from factories or reproduction lines and self cloning. Queen Hope made us to what the growing empire needed most but as well to be unique." He looked though for a bit and continued "But the mayor reason why she shaped us is to grow at our own pace and become perfectly sentient, to be "Born" in to the world, not with codes or numbers" He answered only for the small drone to make a much more shorter version.

"In a short summery from my library: "We are the sons and daughters of our King and Queen, forged by hand to be perfect, left to learn and soon guided by rules,becoming who we are. The thought of becoming "Truly" sentient was to be organic, such, We are Machine and Flesh, with a "Brain" to craft patterns instead of complex processing as in binary recognition. I guess you can say we are...hmmm...strips of meat folded in tin foil, rather accurate" The drone spoke as Hate looked to the side at it, with a questioning look. Really? Strips of meat folded in tin foil? sure that was rather accurate,but rather offensive, in fact that was insulting, very. But the story was different if they could mention the Derelicts. Reason why they are organic is to not just become "Perfect sentient" but to be as close to there creators as possible, to continue the specie. Hope is the only Cataphract with looks most similar to a Derelict. There quest is to save the last few, resembling them and being them.

The ships would barely get a chance to drop out of ftl before one of the small ones exploded, it seemed the ship as crippled as it might be still had weapons. Inside the would be treasure hunter would be set upon by th nano machines seeking to tear the artifact from his grip or his body apart. The ship now active would find the pirates a minor threat or at least it would if its shields were up. The shields were currently down so the weapons from the pirates tore holes and left dents both of which would start to slowly repair themselves.

The ship would start to move now entering full combat as weak shiled flickered to life an prevented much of althe damage. Each ship that blasted the dereclit would be sgot at in retalation. All the while the battle between the man and the nanaties became him trying not to drown in a sea of silver liquid.

Kela and co noticed who the the people in front of her were and her squad mates seemed to take the cue with her. "Kefalonian" Her voice was with relief and then she turned around to the unknown who had the gall to sit down onto the eldritch furniture, aim weapons at them, and insult them in what seemed like a few seconds. "Ultoras sector? We're right next to Kefalonian space" She looked behind her at the kefs for a split second then back at the robotic creatures. "Solvarous Tezxis Kollam? We are of-" Suddenly the room felt darker and it was as if shadows started moving on their own. Was it eldritch energies at work?! Kela scanned the room and her eyes zeroed in on the cigarette. "What is happening?" This time her voice was calm and her head shot toward the metallic man along with her plasma repeater.

Up and above and inside the cruiser NeiFerius and the crew caught the sight of another craft entering real space and a threatening hail from the craft. NeiFerius signaled for someone to come up to her and whispered in their ear. "Call in reinforcements from the nearest sector and contact our men on the ground, tell them to scout out the place" the person then ran off and she stared at the screen used for communications and hails and chuckled. "Bastion of the Solvarous Tezxis Kollam?" She crossed her arms and stared at the robotic monstrosity. "let me give you a lecture on the general rules of first contact." she threw up one finger "You do not threaten the unidentified craft who has not done anything other than hail you," Throwing up a second finger. "You do not power up your weapons and so obviously aim them at the craft unless you want them to respond in kind" With these words the Cruiser's weapons came online, railguns aimed at both craft and missile/torpedo bay's opened, ready to fire. NeiFerius then went back to crossing her arms. waiting for reports. She had avoiding naming the imperiums name as it would bring questions she did not care to answer for.

Back down on the surface the three squads who were making their way to the ruins stopped when they saw the spacecraft above then they got a transmission and order to tell them to see if there were any ground forces nearby. Using their psionic fields to stay invisible from Sensors they started to move closer to the ruins as it was really the only place on this barren world that would offer any sort of advantage they spotted a few weapons ontop of the mountain and reported back to the home cruiser. They continued to slowly make their way toward the ruins but stayed out of sight, not that it was hard.

Back in the ruins the sudden surge of energy had seemingly activated some sort of mechanism within the temple, as the entire thing started to rumble and hum a otherworldly sound. "oh shit" Jack looked over to the entrance of the room only to see the stairs spinning in a wild manner. the rest of her squad lowered their arms and looked up and around the room they were in, "Well it seems whatever you did." Jak'Chal looked over at the robots. "caused something to awaken." Then suddenly everything went quiet, the door that the teams used to get in was blocked somehow and the door next to the Kef's was the only one leading anywhere, down
Shireling Zaltusinel

Ysaac leads Commander Butcher to the beachside. The white sand stretches beyond what the eye can see. The green waves peacefully splash against the beachhead. Ysaac grabs a rock and throws it into the beach. The ground begins to rumble under Commander Butcher's crew and Ysaac. A spire begins to rise out of the sand. Then walls. Then towers. The buttresses. It's a mighty height to behold. The whole castle is made out of the sand. The walls themselves must be at least fifty meters tall. Guards made out of seashells, sand, and seaweed form in whirlwinds, carrying halberds, spears, and pikes. They begin to patrol around the walls and the perimeter. Then the earth around the castle sinks. A darker variant of the sand fills the gap. A drawbridge made of seashells lowers for Ysaac and friends.[/FONT]
doodleSM

"My name's Ysaac. I live here. Who are you?" the boys asks, tilting his head slightly with intrigue.

The soldiers, they don't respond, no one responds for a long moment. A break in the silence appears "Butcher, we are apart of the Empire of Heydros..." none of the soldiers lower their weaponry

"Why?" Ysaac asks.

"...why?"

"Why." Ysaac repeats.

"Why what?" The soldiers now keep their guns pointed at the child

"Why do you let someone command you? We aren't commanded. We just are," Ysaac says.

"I don't know where you are going with this" Butcher responds

"Do you wanna see my sand castle?" Ysaac says.

The soldiers, and Butcher begin to step out of the crashed lander

Ysaac hums a light tune.

"Where are we? What was the transmission that was here?"

"You're in my kingdom," Ysaac responds, ignoring the second question.

"Well, what is this kingdom."

"It's mine!" Ysaac says, chuckiling afterward.

Butcher turns back to his soldiers "Get us off this world. I don't want to handle some child."

"Aww... you can't leave without saying hi to Mama!" Ysaac exclaims.

He turns back "I can do whatever I want on this unclaimed piece of land. Are you even human?"

"I'm Ysaac!" Ysaac says.

"What race are you?"

"I run fast!" Ysaac says excitedly.

"You're an idiot."

"No, silly. I'm Ysaac!" Ysaac then bursts out laughing.

Butcher motions towards Ysaac. "Open fire!"

The bullets move through Ysaac. His image shimmers. "Wanna see my sand castle?!"(edited)


The Wraith of Zixmir came into real space above the planet butcher was on, the admiral, Kala’Tahuk was curious as to where the heydrian ship went suddenly and scanned the planet below. Detecting the heydrian ship Kala’Tahuk hailed the ship wondering what their business was. "Heydrian ship why are you in orbit of an unidentified planet?"


The soldiers stare into perputal insanity. They start to bolt off in the other direction. Butcher stares at the hologram assumed entity

"Hi. My name's Ysaac. Wanna see my sand castle?" Ysaac says. His smile grows bigger.

"... What's this castle?"

"It's my sand castle. Wanna see?" Ysaac says.

"... sure."

Taking another scan of the planet the Wraith of Zixmir noticed there was an anomaly Kala'Tahuk's eyes widened "Eldritch energies" The Vaycantan supercarrier which completely dwarfed the heydrain destroyer came into view, flying above the source of the anomaly, its shape dotting the sky and blocking any light

Teflos's heart was beating at the rate that would kill any normal man when he looked behind him only to see the sea of silver catching up to him. "Shit shit shit!" he wasnt about to die today, unstrapping the powersource from his back he quickly turned around and threw an IED with the powersource and tried to get as far away from the sliver shit as soon as possible. once he was a few hundred meters away from where he was sure he left off the IED he detonated it and felt a loud rumbling behind him. he didn't dare look back because infront of him he saw what looked like a hanger space and open space. was he finally free from this nightmare?

Outside the ship the pirates fired back at the mysterious derelict ship that shot one of theirs down their small caliber guns not really doing anything. It was as expected, they knew the capabilities of their weapons however it wasn't their weapons that was their main way of attack. pirate saboteurs ran to the hangers and got inside their specialized boarding craft, these small ships were meant to ram into ship hulls for their saboteurs with explosives to do real damage on the inside. The strike craft flew from the hangers and straight toward the massive ship, with their larger ships providing ineffective cover fire.
Karcen

The new fighter

The two gladiators on Borislavs team where almost in shock at what they saw, two gladiators lay broken before him all with a single punch. One of the gladiators on Borislavs team had just been killed via a gladius to the throat, however this left his killer open long enough for Cicero, the retiarius to jab his trident deep in the mans side, killing him.

The fight was over quickly as Boris dispatched the last opposing gladiators with ease, of course the crowd erupted into cheer, chanting "Cestus" over and over again, a Cestus being a fist fighting gladiator. After the battle Cicero stopped Borislav and asked him "Who are you? and why have you come here?" he poured them both some wine "Men don't simply show up from the sky and forsake their past life to then live one of bloodshed" he took a swig of wine and then leaned in "And we have heard the whispers of this danger you speak of, so care to explain?"

doodleSM

KindlyPlagueDoctor said:

However, one day while the proctors where walking through the camp they were approached by a young boy in training , he was about thirteen, he approached the proctors and said "you said that The soldier needs return to the soil and become a farmer and then you said For soldiering often relies on hatred" the boy then paused and said "But what if the farmer is attacked? he has laid down his weapons and so cannot defend himself, and if soldiering relies on hatred then why does the legion fight for the protection and love of the empire?"

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"A good question, boy. I will remark to your superiors that you show intellectual promise." Remov said, roughing the small boy's hair.

"You see, child. You know nothing of actual soldiering. It can be, and often is, an honorable thing. Yet you have never looked into the eyes of another man who you have endeavored to kill. There is a trait, inborn," he poked the boy's chest lightly, "that makes us shudder at the very thought of plunging a knife into someone who we think is like us, with dreams, goals, and motivations. To kill someone like ourselves is similar to committing suicide. It seems to us pointless and reckless. So in order to kill, oftentimes we must convince ourselves that we despise the other. That they are fundamentally evil and we are fundamentally good. We hate them, because we must."

"There is, of course, the inverse of this situation. Sometimes it is the case that people, or nations, through their success breed jealousy and hate among their neighbors that is not deserved. And the princes of the neighboring nations must convince their people to go to war for wounded pride, thus they tell them: 'these are your enemies, for which you have cause to hate because they are evil.' "
"And so there you stand, on the precipice of hate, with your honest gains confronted by a hateful people. That is when you beat your plowshares back into swords, and defend what is yours. Not with a mind of hate, but with a mind of compassion and a longing that the fray might end."

"Thus, it is true, to understand the Text you must know where you stand. Do you serve a jealous prince or a prosperous people?"

"Thus endeth the lesson."

Taking note of where the robots had said they hailed from, Edderov was incensed when Fael called him a human. "Now see here!" Edderov started in. "I am not a human! I am Velor," he said, giving the name of the race in Kefalonian, "and I don't--"

Before he could finish, the structure began to shake. He tossed away his cigarette and strapped his rebreather back on his face. He and his squad were about to bolt when the entranceway crumbled leaving only the door next to them open. He pointed to Fael.

"I don't know what you did, but you'd better stay back."

He shifted over to the Vaycanta squad.

"You folks, with us." He said, waving them over as he held Fael at gunpoint and backed out of the room.

Petroshka Zaltusinel

The the power cell returned the crew woudl stop chasing the intruder for now the explosive did little damage aside from scattering the nanites and leaving dark marks on the cell. They had little time to deal with the thief as more intruder came but they would find themselves torn apart from the inside as the microscopic machines burred though their vital organs. The men attacked would simply be standing there one moment then second latter doubled over as they unknowingly breathed in their death.

Outside the reinforcements came in the form of ships, more int he same make of the derelicts but unlike it they were fully functional. The ship didn't try to hail the pirates and instead opened fire as more and more ships arrived, more and more apparently there was no kill like overkill for them. The ships would destroy all ships around including the one the treasure hunter had come in as all life except for him was purged for daring to attack their betters.

When the ships where little more than molten slag hurling through the endless void of space the silver tide would once more come for the intruder. This however it didn't come to attack him and instead the silver liquid started to take a very humanoid shape.

Petroshka

It was snowing hard on an early autumn day and the crunching of boots was the only sound for miles. Two figures in long coats and fur hats could be seen trouncing through the snow with rifles tucked under their arms, one tall and the other short.

"Papa," said the short one, "do you think we'll shoot one?"

"I don't know, drashinka," replied the tall man affectionately, "but we certainly won't get one if you speak too loudly."

"Yes, Papa," whimpered the little one.

After a long walk, the pair came to a clearing with a frozen lake. A few strange, furry water-fowl-like creatures scampered across the ice and dug into the nearby snowdrifts to hide themselves. The man dropped to one knee, which the child imitated.

"Do you see it?"

"No, where is it?"

"There," the elder pointed, "behind the snowpack. He's grazing."

The little one raised his rifle, which he leveled with some difficulty. In the crosshairs materialized an animal similar to an elk in size and overall structure, having six great cloven hooves and an impressive antler rack. The creature was as white as the snow, except for it's eyes which were beady, dark, and endless.

"Alright, Pavlov. Patience, wait for the shot to line up." The older man coached.

A shot rang out and echoed through the forest.

A thousand years ago, when the hall had been built of masonry and wood, it hosted the first fall retreat of the Valor Family. Usually residing in the capital, the royal family took an annual pilgrimage to the countryside to live in rustic comfort. Yet these days, simple pleasures were hard to enjoy as the business of the Empire followed them wherever it was needed.

Grand Commander Kelius was not a family man, and being surrounded by King Ellisov's seven children was somewhat irksome to him. As the adolescent girl chartered on and on about something inane, the general moved his soup around with his spoon. The King, a kindly-looking Kefalonian with a bushy mustache and of advancing age, noticed this and pressed him on the matter.

"Kelius, matters of state can wait. You need not ruin your supper."

"Yes, my liege." Kelius mumbled before scooping some of the soup into his mouth. The meat was unusually tender, gamey, and heavy.

"What exactly is this soup, sir?"

"Snow-beast, of course." Ellisov said, then motioned towards the youngest boy, a lad of perhaps twelve who was sitting next to him. Pavlov, the little boy, was the spitting image of his father save for the mustache and freckles. He had a long, kind face and droopy, sad blue eyes.

Kelius smiled weakly. "Oh, you shot this, Pavlov?"

The boy shrugged. "My papa told me what to do, all I did was pull a trigger."

"Being a bit modest, aren't we lad?" His father interjected.

"Don't say it as if it's a bad thing, El." His wife interjected from his side. The King smiled then turned to Kelius.

"Alright, we've had supper. Now Kelius can tell me what he so desperately needed to tell me."

Kelius rose to his feet all of a sudden, and followed the King into his study before Ellisov locked and bolted the door. Inside the study, Kelius moved to the window and stared out.

"How is he doing, sir?"

"Who?"

"The boy." Kelius replied, matter-of-factly.

Ellisov sat down in his large leather chair and took a handkerchief from his pocket.

"The doctors aren't quite sure what's the matter with him." He said after a long silence. "I talk to some that think he will grow to adulthood but no later, and some say he will be dead within a few months." The King artfully wiped a few tears from below his eyes, his face beginning to contort into a grieved expression.

Kelius sighed. "We've done all we can do for him. The computers have gone over his epigenetic code and found no abnormalities."

"I know, I know." The King said harshly. "But enough of that. What is the issue, Kelius? Why did you come down here and interrupt my time with my family?"

"It's the Armed Forces Ministry, my Lord. They are afraid that we are not putting enough resources towards military preparedness. There are rumors of a growing machine intelligence state near the southern borders. Depending on their nature, we could find ourselves embroiled in war in the Hinterlands."

The King nodded. "Yes, well uhm, tell them to send me a copy of the budget and I'll see what the staff can't do."

Kelius moved to the door.

"Oh, and Kelius."

"Yes?"

Ellisov smiled, weakly. "He looks up to you. Perhaps you might take him to work with you on occasion. Show him the ships and the flashing battalions. You know how young boys love displays of guns and machismo."

Kelius smiled back. "I, I will see what I can do, sir."

He unbolted the door and shut it behind him with a soft thud.

Testing of the Void Gate with Unexpected Contact
Fael noticed the change, softly laughing as the held the gem in his hand. The "Velor" intrigued him, what could be happening? However, the Servyus's view of humanity seemed suspended. Fael softly left the gem in his pocket. His suit melded into tentacles, swimming in the weird air. His hollow eye sockets stared at Edderov. "Why are those who emulate Humanity so afraid of the dark?" He laughs softly before walking slowly. "Does it seem fitting that your guns point at me when an advantage isn't quite clear? These ruins feel of things I've felt between the lines of dimensions. The Dark fire will always linger. Many things will come to it, as it is consistent. The light, so easy to corrupt. Maybe, you will understand that the Void lies in all Servyus. That and the Omi that you saw, ate the light so quickly and easily. Naturally, a beast will be interested in the Omi. Why it was a matter of time before it would find something to take an interest."

Fael looked into the grouping, "Let us descend. While you cower at the darkness, we shall greet it kindly. After all, the darkness is our essence, as the light may be to you." Fael motioned his escort forward and calmly descended down.

On the Bastion, the tone seemed different. The captain constantly re-tried communication to Fael, yet nothing seemed to work. His eyes faced her, "You have no room Human. While you blast me for conflict, your race is infested with hypocrisy on this regard. When my people suffered from a pull of the Void to "Earth", your people attacked, pillaged, and mocked my kind." He showed his shoulder, showing a glowing mark of a sky of fire over a pyramid. "Suffering and peaceful, my people gave chances and failed to make combat with your kind. And on the final day, I lost my dearest brother to your ancestors. Watch him die before me, the woman threatening me as I watched him die. DO you expect to trust your race? When all I know is pain, rage, and distrust? Every piece of Humanity we have encountered, a simple greedy little empire that loves picking on us. A race of unity, love, and tolerance. Peaceful provocations with your race have been dismal. Backstabbing and secretive. From what I see, I see armed weapons. Maybe it is not true, I hope, but I will not take a chance on your kind."

The Captain looked down before continuing, "Ashivark... that was his name. Suddenly, the mood changed. Now, we looked into your fears. How easy it was to adapt to them. Then we returned the favor, becoming the nightmares you know today as Vampires, Zombies, Devils, and so on. Do you understand now, that you cannot teach me anything? When I have seen is greed, I hope you begin to see it too. Maybe, instead of rising to aggression with a faction that has short fuses, you should be more understanding of such things. That all races perceive your twisted world and technological view."

Shireling Petroshka

Teflos was basically floating out in space when he caught the sight of his corvette being destroyed the only thing going through his mind was "Well what now" Then you just can't imagine what exactly was going through his head when he saw the silver liquid coming at him once again. At first he thought it was here to finally finish him off however he was caught off guard when the thing started to shape into something human. Normally he'd he questioning what exactly he was staring at or afraid but he was overwhelmed with the feeling of helplessness after seeing his corvette destroyed. Karcen

Valvet takes another sip of her drink

Rhys took a seat next to Valvet, placing his cap on the counter. "Good," He said, before he took a quick look around to ensure no one was listening, and even if they were, the music quickly drowned it out. "So, looking to join, huh?"

Vavlets eyes narrowed at the man, "Not giving me a name huh?"

Rhys paused for a second, before he let out a loose chuckle. "Riiiiight. I'm Daniel Rhys."

"well Daniel," her voice was slightly mocking "Am i looking to join what?" she turned to face him in a chillax manner.

Rhys leaned on the counter with one arm. "Join what?" He repeated. "The Colonial Freedom Front, of course. The righteous freedom fighters who battle against the evil United Earth Government." He said, complete with an arm movement. "It was in the job description. If you don't know, then why are you here?" He asked, before leaning in. "Unless you're some kind of spy, of course." Rhys joked.

"now what kind of spy would look as outlandish as me?" Valvet smiled and leaned on the counter aswell. "I can't stand by and watch a people be oppressed by a tyrant." looking into Daniel's eyes she could already tell what kind of questions he would have roaming around his head, "If you cant tell by the accent, im a kefalonian trader." Taking another sip out of her drink she looked back at him. "Frankly im disgusted that my people wont do anything to end this war of yours."

"A Kefalonian, huh?" Rhys asked, raising his eyebrow, before he smiled. "Well, I'll be damned. You're the first I've met." He folded his legs, placing one on top of the other in a relaxed pose. "What exactly are you working towards when you join the CFF? I mean, our affairs don't concern you guys."

"what do you mean your affairs don't concern me?" Crossing her legs as he did she looked at him with a more timid smile. "Wars often make trade difficult does it not? And besides." She put her drink down on the counter as her eyes stray downward to the floor. "I had a friend and a good busniess partner." Her voice became more soft. "he, disappeared. After making a cargo run on one of your planets." Sighing she looked at Daniel with more determined eyes. "i want the UEG to pay for their sins so maker help me" Valvet felt a tinge of cringe on the inside when she said their gods name but she shook it off as she was used to doing fake aliases.
Corrosion

Kela and the rest got tired of the robotic mans speeches about after his first sentence was over and followed the Kefalonians with two still pointing their weapons at the robots. the other three were looking forward, quietly listening to the structure move all around them. The moans, creaks, and little scratches getting on the nerves of everyone and it seemed to get louder the deeper they went. Jak'Chal used his superior psionic abilities compared to his friends to block out whatever effect the robot had on light so that the kefalonians could see and not trip in a not so safe and stable eldritch construct that neither of them new about.

Above NeiFerius was basically blocking out the bastion's captain or commander, something out earth, humans and other nonsense. A few seconds after he was done NeiFerius was suprised that he COULD stop. "Ah is your little rant about humans over? i thought you'd never stop talking about something as irrelevant as that i dont know about an earth and i am not human." She pulled her facemask off and revealed her ReiConess face. there were two slits of where the nose should be and large milky eyes, her skin was a shade of grey and she seemed to have a few scars and wrinkles. Putting the facemask back on she grinned behind it. Of course she didnt really care and was just simply buying time for reinforcements to arrive from the nearest imperium controlled star system. Then an assistant came up to her telling her of ground turrets and defenses planet side. She nodded and telepathically told the assistant to tell their ground specialists to destroy the guns once they fire.

Down on the ground they continued to get closer going at the minimum distance they can get to the guns, they did so taking their time not to be spotted they were a mere 10 people afterall and they were specialized to killing eldritch monsters not robots although their psionics would probably make short work of both guns and robots they knew doing so premptively would risk diplomatic sanctions and start a fight above with very very large guns.

Shireling Zaltusinel (sorry for the short post, about to go to work)