Interstellar Empires

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

A show of good faith

Paulus had finished reading the documents and explained the terms to Claudius, "We thank you for taking the time to produce these in Latin, we appreciate little things like that" Paulus said with a jovial tone "We believe that these terms are most satisfactory and we shall instruct our slaves to begin moving your cargo" the two Decanuses signed their names on the paper.

All the while a slave makes his way around the room offering each of the five people wine as well as some grapes."Your people don't deal in slavery do they?" Claudius exclaimed, not so much a question but more of a statement.There were a few other legionnaires in the tent who were looking at the traders, just to make sure they didn't try anything. After all this is the first time these men had even seen people from another world.

Paulus once again turned to Captain Yurov "May Plutus smile upon this agreement" there was a small and awkward pause "Ah, pardon me i forgot you do not worship our gods" He paused yet again for a moment as if he was thinking then he clicked his fingers "A gift" he took his pugio from his belt and passed the dagger to the captain "Its a show of good will for one man of high rank to give his dagger to another" Paulus looked at the men in robes for a moment and then turned his attention to the Kefalonians talking to each other, he mumbled something to himself in Latin.

"Well if there's anything else we can do for you before you depart do not hesitate to ask" Claudius said "If not, then we thank you for opening trade with us, you should also know that if his holiness the Emperor views this to be a specifically good trade deal, he may want to extend it further"

Shireling

 

[Petroshka]

The Light Of Ewther
Kenkurai Republic. Planet ValKorion, Military Staging and Academy of Psionic Research

Spoiler: ValKorion

Kela was on top of one of the large mushroom trees staring into the dark sky above wondering just how many humans had any psionic potential or not. It was a well known fact in the imperium that most humans didnt even have a silver of psionic talent unlike the large hydra and the ReiConess. However there were a few exceptions, like her, there were a few other humans in her particular section of the Swords of Ewther but they were few and far between. She herself only stubbled upon another human two years after she was recruited. Everyone else was either ReiConess or a Siguras, as the hydras were in their own sect. The Jagkusar were even more rare, and in their own sect as well. Sighing Kela dropped from the luminescent mushroom using her psionics to soften her fall, the dirt beneath her flew upward in a cloud of brown. She then started walking back to her base, and home about two kilometers away through a forest of mushrooms natural bridges, pathways and a river of some glowing liquid classified as "safe to drink" but kela didnt dare even touch the stuff.

Spoiler: Kela

When she finally got back to the base after a 20 minute leisurely walk one of her Reiconess friends came up to her. "Kela! where have you been? We've been trying to contact your transponder for half an hour by now!" Kela looked up at Jak'Chal out of her usual daydreaming state and her eyes widened when he told her. "w-what?" She checked her transponder which hadn't notified her (cough RPN) "I-i dont think its working..." Jak put a hand on his forehead. "Well can't do anything it now, theres a briefing in the auditorium right now. lets go!" he turned around and started floating rather fast gesturing her to follow. "A-a briefing for what?" She started to follow in a jog but Jak didnt respond to her question. When they got to the auditorium Kela slowly cringed when NeiFerius stopped and looked at her. "Ah, Kela, nice for you to join us," "hehe..." She immediately went to sit down somewhere. "Someone will come brief you after," Her voice was slightly irritated and her flat nose twitched a little, signaling to Kela that she was definitely mad.

Spoiler: Jak'Chal

"Continuing from where i was interrupted, After you make landfall, make sure to check your surroundings and have your attention to your Anomaly sensor, It wont give you the exact location of the anomaly you are searching for but it will at the very least give you a good general direction. If it is a Eldritch abomination it will sense you and either try to hide or actively seek you, exception for the Jagkusar hunters of course. When encountering the eldritch monstrosity call for help and retreat until a sufficient force has gathers up..." NeiFerius's voice started to get drowned out by Kela's thoughts and confusion, and she looked over to another friend Mininite, a Siguras. "Whats happening?" It sounded more like a lecture but lectures weren't taught in the auditorium. Mininite leaned over to kela still looking at Neiferius and whispered "An anomaly was detected in a system near Kefalonia space, and we're being deployed to capture or eliminate it"

Spoiler: Neferius

Spoiler: Mininite

Kela's eyes widened It would be the first time she and her squad was deployed, taking it all in she started listening to Neiferius reteaching the valuable stuff again. "-aim for the eyes and head, thats usually the most vulnerable part of these creatures." Everyone nodded "And if you encounter any Kefalonian's... You have permission to fire upon them but only if you were fired upon." The entire room became quiet except for a random person thinking outloud. "These heretics probably summoned the demon." Everyone chuckled but Kela remained quiet. If she remembered from ethnics class the Kefalonians were humans like her, she didnt like the idea of shooting another human or any of the races within the imperium. "Alright! Everyone get to your staging rooms and put on your equipment! we leave in two hours"

After a while of dressing up in her armor and making sure all her things were counted for, she walked onto the hangers where there were a two transports and people being loaded onto them 50 each. getting into it she squeezed between Jak'Chal and Mininite. "So, nervous?" "probably" "A little" Smiling at their responses they felt the transport start to go up into the atmosphere and into presumably, a Shenra Cruiser. Then the feeling of FTL swept over her and after a few hours of chill time and waiting in the hanger of the cruiser they finally popped back into realspace with smaller transport distributing 17 squads per planet. (there were three planets, five person each squad)

When Kela's transport made land fall she got out along with her squad onto what seemed like a rocket barren world. "It doesnt seem like anythings here" Kela thought out loud. But soon enough her Sensor picked something up. "You need to get your senses checked kela." Jack another squadmate, human, tapped her shoulder and started walking off to the direction of the anomaly. She growled at him a little but shook the feeling away. sighing she followed him with the others in tow.

Spoiler: Jack

Spoiler: Landfall

Shireling

 

[Shireling]

A Show of Good Faith
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Not wanting to be rude, the spacers accepted the wine and grapes, although the clergy politely declined them. After the agreement was signed, the Captain took the papers and put them back in his portfolio.

"Thank you for your time, sir. And, if it is all the same we have forklifts and other vehicles for moving the cargo. Your workers need not busy themselves with it."

Captain Yurov turned to the two clergymen, "Now these two are from the Church, and they've come on a separate matter unrelated to my trade deal. My job being done, I'll excuse myself."

The spacers all bowed their heads respectfully and left the tent, leaving only the tall, thin Proctor and the beautiful redheaded Proctress. One of them carried a book with an ornate symbol on the cover that he couldn't quite make out. The other carried a necklace with a small statuette of a woman attached at one end that he dangled off his right hand.

The man stepped forward. "Forgive me for forgetting my introductions. I am Proctor Remov."

He stuck his free hand out to shake.

KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[Shireling]

Of Quantum Anomalies and Eldritch Horrors
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The Ministry of Quantum and Extra-Dimensional Anomalies was located in the same building as the Ministry of Defense, a large government office building on the southern side of Ferraria. Aliskar Edderov punched in his time as he walked past the double doors and into the main offices where the incessant click-click-click-clack-click of typewriters and teletype machines made it hard to think. As he walked to his desk, one of the secretaries commented on his new suit: black double-breasted jacket, grey vest, and grey slacks. He thanked her and sat down at his neighboring desk and began to leaf through the papers that had been left on it.

Mostly just useless reports, except for a handwritten note that read:

Meet me in the lounge for tea. Something important is going on. -K

The "K" was Eusovos Klarov, his immediate superior. Standing, he opened the desk drawer and tucked the plasma revolver and several microfusion cells into his holster and jacket respectively. He then caught the elevator down to the second floor lounge.

Waiting for him, the middle-aged Kefalonian man was holding a newspaper close to his face with a steaming hot cup of tea in his free hand.

"Anything interesting this morning, K?"

Klarov shook his head and put down the paper. "Not particularly. But I've got an assignment for you."

"Let me guess, clearing another poltergeist."

"No, no ghost stuff. Real, genuine, extradimensional baddies. You in?"

Edderov did a double-take. "Oh, it's that serious?"

"Yes. We're putting together a team. It will be you, a psychic, a priest, and three ex-military."

"Why the priest?"

"Moral support? I don't know. We work closely with the Church and they insisted on sending someone. Perhaps they'll prove useful."

"So when do we ship off?"

"Right now, lad."

Edderov nodded and held still while two other agents put a leather bag over his head and secured his nose through the breathing hole. It was standard procedure. None of the agents were supposed to know exactly where they were going, only enough to get the job done.

The Drop-Point
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The planet was on the edge of Kefalonian populated space. Near enough that whatever it was that was here could be dangerous to civilian populations. The shuttle touched down just a few kilometers from the Imperial expedition force and the six-man team filed out.

Among them were three ex-Army agents, dressed in combat gear and wielding plasma rifles. Except for one, a heavy weapons specialist who came equipped with a heavy suppressive machine gun and an anti-material magnetic rifle as well as assorted grenades. They were named Wegdov, Robarius, and Edna respectively. The priest was one Proctor Weglius, who was also dressed in combat gear and toting a rifle. And finally, their psychic was one Rokko Adamia, on loan from the Kinesis Corps. She was known to be a pyrokinetic specialist. Then there was Edderov, the only official agent of the Ministry which made him the commanding officer.

As their feet hit the dirt, they put on their rebreathers. While the air was certainly non-toxic and a decent temperature, the oxygen content was too low to support them. Edderov scanned the area and noted the tell-tale signs of ruins in the bottom of the valley.

"Lets move." He said, taking out an instrument that looked something like a Geiger counter. It was a quantum field normativity detector, made to detect abnormalities in the physical fabric of the universe. Alongside it, in his pack, was a device called a Almagerov Field Emitter. It emitted a field that seperated the four known dimensions from the other (purportedly eleven) dimensions. This would ensure the death of any being that was caught between dimensions (as is often the case). It was his ace in the hole assuming whatever was in these ruins couldn't just be dispatched with a bullet to the face.

Petroshka

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[doodleSM]

SPLENDORS YOU NEVER HAVE DREAMED OF;
THE WOLF'S REVENGE;
CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE
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Michal's Task
Michal smiled, and said "Gladly, Irus will be pleased." Michal checks his notifications on his comm device. Marianna isn't home and no one can't find her. He gets up, and exits the room. He made several phone calls to several other commanders in the Empire that Wilk was to be arrested and brought to the Imperium's capital alive. To be on trial for treason. Michal returned home after several hours of travel, to find that his wife was desperately searching.
Petroshka

Borislav's Mission
Borislav was on his way to the Invictus Legion's system, on the orders of some diplomats in the northern front. He had received word that Wilk had gone renegade and was to be arrested and trialed for treason against the Imperium.

"The bastard is still alive, huh? Well, I'll give a warm greeting to Wilk later." He lands on the Invictus' legion homeworld, Domitus. Borislav has his small dropship land near the city gates, armed with a Living Tank at his side and 10 Heydrian soldiers. He attempts to enter the city where he believes the Emperor is located. He armed himself with his power gauntlets, which harnessed electric power and high velocity swings of his fists.
KindlyPlagueDoctor

A Missing Piece I Yearn to Find.
"I am simply doing what is righteous for my home empire." Wilk says. Natasha appears at his side, she smiles; "We request to speak to you, in person. Matters of the Imperium and the " Wilk stayed still. The crews from the bomber and fighter wings dock back into the hanger bays, the Heydrians were no longer in battle stations.
Corrosion

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Matters of diplomacy and religion are one in the same

Did the gods plan this?

Claudius shook the proctors hand firmly as did Paulus, "Ave Proctor Remov" Claudius said "So you are from the church?" Claudius paused for a moment "I really hope your here to create an understanding between our faiths, because it wont go smoothly if you try and convert people, i don't mean that in a threatening way just a warning".

"But either way, we are glad to have you" Paulus stated, he offers them a seat and says "What does the Kefalonian church want with our legion or empire for that matter?" Claudius followed to sit down, unable to pry his eyes away from the redheaded girl "She probably thinks i'm some sex hungry savage" he thought to himself.

Shireling

The men with the metal beast

Borislav and his men were allowed into the city, the bustling market and streets became silent as these men walked the town, guided my a Legionnaire. After a while they came to the foot of the Emperors palace and from the doors three figures came and made their way to meet Borislav, they were flanked by five Praetorian Guards on each side, black and purple armor, shields and swords drawn.

"You must be the commander i was told about" said Emperor Aurelius "I am Emperor Aurelius vulpes, this is my son Septimus vulpes" the young boy looks at Borislav and his men and hugs closer to his fathers side "And i am Silus inculta head of the Frumentarii" Silus and Septimus gave a bow "However, you may call me Caesar" The Emperor said, standing stiff and stark.

"I was told you were diplomats, yet you march through my streets with soldiers and that... metallic creature" He steps forward towards Borislav, "Either way, you have come to discuss how we can benefit each others empires?" he gestures his men to part "If you would follow me into my palace, we can begin matters of statecraft inside"

doodleSM

 

[Shireling]

Mere Unionism
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"It is truly a pleasure to meet you, gentlemen." Proctor Remov said in Latin and spoke the Invictus's dialect of vulgate Latin fluently throughout their entire conversation.

"The Church of the Union, as you may know, is the largest religious organization in this galactic locality boasting over a trillion laymembers," he said, "but even if this were not the case, the Church values a plurality of faiths and religious belief systems and is not in the business of attempting to extinguish so-called heretical beliefs. Within most religions is at the very least a shred of metaphysical truth that transcends superstition. So it was with the Gulzmen of Ulthar, the Rekists of Tukreet, the Christians of Earth, and so on and so forth. The Unionist Church is somewhat unique, in that we are aware of our inability to fully and totally comprehend the mysteries of our almighty Maker, his personalities and divine powers. Furthermore, we do not seek to stamp out differing interpretations of his divine wisdom incarnated in other peoples."

He paused to let his words sink in, hoping that the soldiers were educated enough to understand him.

"But, respectfully, some of the practices of the Empire run counter to what we know of divine wisdom and the proper course of worldly events. We have been sent to establish a mission here, and to guide all those who are willing to hear the message in the tenants of our religion. We will make no effort to cajole or seduce the masses into accepting a foreign god. Nor will we make any attempt to assault, either physically or with words, the observance of the Pantheon in these territories."

"The Church is willing to pay the government of this province handsomely for the permission to establish this mission, and for defending it should violence break out." He added.

Behind him, the Proctress glanced between the two men, then fell into pensiveness with her eyes on her lap.

KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

A rough start

"Again you amaze me with your acts of courteousness" Paulus said in Vulgate Latin, "We believe that it is in our best interest to allow you to establish a mission here" Before he could continue he was interrupted by another soldier "Heresy! you cannot allow profligates to spread their lies among our people!" the soldier walked towards the table, sword drawn. the two men sprang up, Claudius moved over to the proctors and shielded them while Paulus advanced on the soldier "Did you just try to command me?" Paulus struck the soldier about the head with a vine staff and knocked him to the ground "I am...sorry sir" the solider blurted out clutching his head, Paulus leaned over to him "If you ever display such insubordination and stupidity again i will have you crucified" Paulus lifted the man up and pushed him towards some guards who took him away.

Claudius turned towards the two proctors and ensured that they were alright, he glanced at the girl "There are a shortage of beautiful women on this planet, it would be a shame to loose one" he said under his breath in Latin. "Well i am truly sorry about that, i can have him killed if you desire such a punishment" Paulus thought about what punishment would befall the soldier if his incompetence had soured this deal "If you are still willing to stay, i will provide you with guards made of both legionnaires and Velites as well as any other personnel you choose to bring with you".

Claudius then asked "What practices of the Empire go against yours?" he asked giving the two people room to recuperate.

Shireling

 

[Shireling]

Mere Unionism
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"Let the young soldier alone," Proctor Remov said, waving his hand dismissively. "Punish him for his insubordination if you wish, for that is right to do in the ranks of the army, but spare him his life. No man should fear to speak his mind to me, and besides he is young yet. Wisdom rarely visits those his age."

The Proctress, who seemed unfazed by her attempted murder, merely nodded. "While the protection of the guards would be helpful, it is not the place of preachers to travel under armed guard. We will forgo the military escort. For now, we merely require lodging."

Remov then addressed Claudius, "It would be rude to instruct morality outside of worship services. If you would like to know the moral code of our faith, you must attend service."

KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[Yonsisac]

Sorry for the sudden inactivity, my studies started, i will reply each day i will make sure of that from this moment onward, but may be kinda slow! Update is expected tomorrow to my Info of my race and i will try and...bother some other folk

A Scaled Savior​

Hate with his guardsmen and the small drone proceeding with the meeting with the great dragon, the sight of the massive and mostly void like hangar was...outstanding, it must have taken half of there life to make such a thing! well that was his thoughts "Captain, this ship...its beyond massive, i cant even find a classification for it in our catalog, it could be classified as a "O Class" ship...well this is more like a giant battleship with triple the power..." The small drone spoke as they are guided by what seem two guards, armored and flourish with nano bots as they guided the group through a massive hall of some sort full of many others who stayed as sentinels, protecting and eyes open. Soon as they there escort has reach a a end, hate was presented to "Yagdra" and shook the brutish figures hand without hesitation. "Correct its a pleasure to be here" Hate said as soon the drone hearing the short history lesson grew rather thought full as it spoke "Vector of the heavens?...name fits it i must say! one outstanding vessel! the kin you are all are is outstanding and such cant wait to know more! middle aged,quick development, Hooo i have so many questions!" It would continue to speak but it stop as the drone would clear its throat, well made the sound not literally, as it knew asking questions now was not the best time...maybe later the beholder of knowledge would quench its thirst of curiosity one day but not now.

"Hate, High council of the King and Queen of the Cataphract" Hate replied as Yagdra introduced its name, receiving the glasses, well it looked like such and wondered what are these planes he speaks of? maybe soon hate would figure out. The drone as the portal would open would attach itself on Hates shoulder, seeming to look like some mechanical companion but the clear sight of what seem red flesh with metallic trims was seen under small opening, revealing even the drone was organic in ways. Walking through the portal and appearing in a massive silent room decorated with the same crystals that are seen rather commonly around made him wonder what they served for.

Hearing the intimidating voice yet kind in way to sit down, Hate would take a seat on the furnishes and acknowledge how much they had to discuss, from a silent whisper the drone said to Hate "The art of war, there is no need to raise arms and eliminate the enemy, but break the enemies resistance without fighting...The Umbra,Daerys, just by showing in the battlefield would strike fear and with a fight before it starts...never have thought i would see "fear" just by the sight of one figure...even still, he seems to be a very friendly Great Lord...don't judge books by its covers" The drone said very softly mostly to himself and rather unheard, it was impressed at the sight of the massive towering behemoth and they though King Valor was massive but this being, surpass anything they have seen. Hate would straighten and would nod and say "Indeed great Umbra, i must say i am in your debt, and now being personally in your presence there is so much to know and share" Hate one last time reclaimed as the blessing they had to come to them.

Hate looked around a bit, the crystals, they are mostly in plain sight wherever he has gone for now and even to carry there torn ship, soon he asked "Great Daerys, i must ask, the sight of there very common numbers yet the fact i do not understand them. These crystals, gemstones that ignore gravity and seem to be under command, what are they? in my time i have never seen such creation, it saved my torn ship and guided them, yet they are...crystals" He asked thoughtfully of it, such a simple looking object that holds yet...so much more than it seems, it it powered by some outer force? manifestation of some technology? he wished to know about it.

Hate knew he should have not started with such a simple question but his though wandered off a bit, once again his slow and glitch voiced echoed "Forgive me, Its common perception of us as a specie to be naturally curious. We, The Living, The mechanical beings that live and breath are born with this sense of...discovery and knowledge. It's a urge we cannot bastion and hold, our queen crafted us and molded us in such way to expand and grow, seeking to know the unknown...but not all are seekers of the unknown." He clarified hoping his questions wont bother the great Umbra, of course it dint mean they could not hold it and not ask questions but it was a urge, to know everything, that is why they hold so much and yet seek more than they can hold as they are made to BE curious and know. The guards stood beside hate,standing like sentinels and sure, they would be unable to stand off against anything but it was of natural sense to guard. The drone slowly floated about around the room but not going far from Hate, it dint wish to cause complications in the meeting by his meddling. The drone was not recording or taking images or sending signals, these beings are mechanical and could surely be able to detect anything and even still if it did, the drone was not fitted to begin such, especially inside this massive vessel. The drone was more of Hate's Third eye and the ship's crew form to communicate with Hate if he was not with them. But even still it was best it stayed close and not cause worries especially in front of there great leader, Daerys. First impression must be perfect.

Zaltusinel

 

[Corrosion]

• Trade Route Tribute
• Dangerous Minds
• Descent Unto Madness

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  UEG Colony World Tribute
  Planetary Capital, Beacon City, Devana
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  Gideon paused for a second, as in deep in thought. "The rebels say they're fighting for freedom and for justice. They say they want to overthrow the tyrannical government of the UEG." He gave a short and humourless laugh. "Everything they've done so far is the exact opposite of what they say. They've detonated explosives in major population centres, invaded and occupied colonies to fund their cause, and assassinated political figures within the UEG. They're not freedom fighters, they're simple terrorists who should be put down."
  
  He paused as he listened to Tlur's offer of aid. "No, I don't think anyone will agree to that. If the rebels find out you're helping us, it'll make you a huge target. The thing with these rebels is that they strike with no warning, so there's really no way to know when their next attack will come. They have multiple sleeper cells in almost every single colony world in the UEG."
  
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  Petroshka
  
  
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  Alpha Station
  Paradise District​
  
  "And I thought Sanction was bad..." Agent Chris Weller muttered as he walked through the streets of the expansive space station known as Alpha. The UEG had gotten to know of its existence when intelligence agencies such as the Interstellar Security Agency Weller belonged to were going through Vaycanta Imperium databases. Apparently, this place used to be an asteroid mining station until pirates took over. Over time, the place became known as a gigantic black market, a place where you could get anything you wanted.
  
  "Hey, Sanction's a nice place." Weller's partner spoke up, walking next to him, his Russian accent quite heavy. Agent Vasily Tarkov was quite the opposite of his partner. While Weller preferred diplomacy and caution when dealing with problems, violence was the go-to solution to everything for Tarkov. Weller wasn't exactly sure what the higher-ups were thinking when they partnered him with the burly Stolitsan. "Good place to get drunk, you know?"
  
  The two were currently garbed head to toe in ISA Powered Armour. A set of armour built specifically for use by intelligence agents, and as such, contained many built-in recording pieces of equipment such as cameras and microphones. The armour was also more optimised for mobility and utility rather than protection like Marine Powered Combat Armour, which was why it couldn't take as much punishment as frontline combat armour. The ISA would normally send intelligence agents into key locations in plainclothes or basic bulletproof jackets with powered exosuits, but since Alpha had a reputation for being a wretched hive of scum and villainry, agents were sent in wearing full armour and assault rifles.
  
  Right now, the helmets of each agent were open, their faceplates resting on the top of their helmets, revealing their faces. For Weller, he looked fairly typical, with deep blue eyes and black hair, a bit of stubble on his chin. Tarkov's Slavic heritage was showing, present in the form of his grey eyes and brown hair. The two were walking down one of the station's main streets, their ACAR-52s securely locked into place by a set of magnetic clamps on their backs, G138 pistols by their thighs. They had been sent in to gather information, and their helmet cams were recording, mapping out the place.
  
  So far, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and Weller was glad for that.
  
  
  Spoiler: ISA Armour

  
  
  
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  Alpha Station
  Paradise District
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  Daniel Rhys made his way into a club, pushing his way past the many ravers inside. He was a young but trusted member of the Colonial Freedom Front, the group who opposed the tyrannical and corrupt United Earth Government and fought for their freedom. Rhys supported the CFF and swore to fight until his very last breath, to never surrender even against a superior foe. It was what he learned when his father was killed during fighting UEG Marines when he was just a boy. Never surrender, his father had told him, even in the face of the enemy. His father had died fighting, a soldier of the CFF to the very end.
  
  He activated the holotool on his wrist, the device lighting up and projecting a hologram. On it was an image of a woman who he was supposed to meet up with. He looked around the bar before he eventually found someone matching her description sitting by the counter, sipping a glass of some fruity cocktail. White hair? Check. Pink jacket? Check. Attractive? Eh, moderately.
  
  Rhys adjusted his cap and straightened up his leather jacket as he made his way over to her. "Valvetine?" He asked, getting her attention.
  
  Petroshka
  
  
  Spoiler: Daniel Rhys

  
  
  

 

[Petroshka]

Diplomacy With The UEG
Planetary Capital, Beacon City, Devana​

Tlur took in the AI's words with heart, he did not like the idea of innocents dying, nor did he like the chaos. "i see," He nodded to the AI "I think the imperium would've been in a similar situation if it wasnt for the common belief we share and our culture." Tlur walked over to a window to stare out into beacon city both impressed by the scenery and saddened at the fact that insurrection plagued this country. "If i am honest, AI Gideon. I believe your people and your country would benefit much from our help. But i am aware of your caution to help from a foreign entity." One of the Heydrian bodyguards walked away from the group toward Gideon. "AI Gideon, we've seen your peoples military is quite advanced, and we wonder if a joint military training session is at all possible between Heydros and The United Earth Government? It is my belief that our peoples would get a much more intimate knowledge of eachother and help strengthen our bonds." Tlur didnt mind the soldier asking questions for himself, he knew that the heydrian guard was genuitely curious and impressed about the UEG's military, they were indeed very organized from what Tlur saw. Perhaps even more than The imperium itself.

Decent Unto Madness
Alpha Station
Paradise district, Club​

"Valvet" She corrected the stranger, who really shouldnt know her full codename, her voice was that of a british accent. He wasnt much to look at other than a few, extensive, cybernetics, other than that he screamed normalcy, at least if you knew he was a rebel of the ueg. "And whats your name handsome?" It was heartless flirting but it was simply to signalling that there was no reason for formalities. "Anyway come have a seat and get a drink, i'll pay." She smiled at him and gestured for him to sit down next to her. If she was going to be working with this man she'd at least get to know him a little. She watched his body language and was careful to listen on what drink he'd order, things that can help a woman know the man she was meeting, and of course his voice and tone.
Corrosion (maybe set up a post of this convo in the discord ic?)

The Light Of Ewther
Uncharted planet​

Kela and her squad followed the Anomaly tracker for a few hours at the most with no sign of life other than themselves. Soon they found themselves at the base of a mountain with what looked like a giant pantheon built into it with an entrance supported by large pillars. "Whoa" "You think this was made in our plane of existence or do you think its part of the anomaly?" "i dont know" Kela and co stopped at the entrance shining a light inside. What they could see was a structure will rooms and stairs with pathways to who knows where. Before going in they followed protocol and sent out a signal telling the cruiser above that they may have found the anomaly and it was a building of some sort. "Good find, attempted to recon inside, the rest will be there shortly" "yes ma'am. Remember everyone! stick together!" Jack yelled out and started to walk inside. "Don't forget to protect your mind with a psionic field Jack." "right right" choosing a random pathway up the stairs.

With her plasma repeater in front Kela took the lead as she was probably the better out of the group at shooting things, the stairs they went up seemed endless with various rooms that connected to it and after a while of walking up Kela decided to turn to a random room and walk into it with the squad following. The room they went in was rather pristine, almost too pristine. There was no scent of any kind of smell, no sound, only random objects of what might fit the general theme of the room. Vases, mirrors, drawers, what kela noticed that everything was made with the same material the walls and floors were, a Marble like stone. There were benches, chairs, statues of abstract creatures that didnt look natural and even what seemed like a waterfall but instead of water little flakes of the same material flowed down into what looked like an endless void. "Something is definitely wrong here" Perhaps the structure they were in held some sort of mind trick that wouldve made everything seemed natural if it hadn't been for the psionic wards they used to protect their minds.
Shireling

The Second Encounter Of The Strange Kind
Sigmantorium battlefield debris​

Treasure hunter and wanted criminal Teflos was searching a abandoned ship wreck of a battleship long since dead. He was trying to find some sort of power source rumored to be in the Sigmantorium battlefield debris of long dead ships from a time unknown. The ships themselves were useless hunks of some sort of metal and the debris field made it hard for anyship to travel through. Not only that but the battlefield itself was a rumor, "and some rumors are true." Teflos thought out loud as he travelled through the shields in his small corvette searching a for valuable construct. He pulled up the imagine of the thing, and even though it was simply a sketch it was distinct enough to not be mistaken for a random piece of junk. The debris of the ships themselves would make for very profitable salvaging but he was there for the big bucks.

Seeing a small light somewhere in the distance Teflos flew his ship closer and when he was in a good enough distance he got out of the pilot seat and went down to the airlock to get dressed up in his spacesuit. After that he unpressurized the airlock and went outside without a tether. This wasnt his first time going out into the void of space without a tether, in fact it was quite common for him to do so. flying toward the light emitting from a ship that really shouldn't have any light in it he summarized that it was probably the power source he had been assigned to. Avoiding stray flying debris and hitting the hull of the large ship Teflos walked clamly to find an airlock or some sort of entrance to get into the ship, his helmet came to light with flashlights lead him toward a gigantic hole. "Shit, looks like the ship got hit" Whatever had hit the ship went clean through, but this was a good thing, for Teflos anyway. He used this as a way to get in.

After a few hours of roaming the ships interior and remembering his way back out he finally go into a hallway where there was some sort of light shining through. "Finally" He floated his way toward it only to find a room with a window having a intense light shining through. He floated toward the window and saw it. Just like in the picture a cylindrical rod that might or might not be radioactive inside some sort of containment field. Teflos flew backward and shot his pistol at that glass until it broke. Going inside he then started to unhinge the containment construct built around the blasted expensive thing that would totally bring him enough fortune to retire and still have money left over after buying a few private planets. The latches that held it on started to buckle and snap causing the entire ship to come to life only blinking red emergency lights. There was no sound of course but no doubt a distress signal would make a few parties interested.
Karcen

 

[SmugViking]

TO ALL FACTIONS...​

A message is sent to all factions across the galaxy that can pick up radio waves.

Unknown Person

Hello.To anyone who can hear this, we are in dire need. Head to the coordinates 5.00958281330 and 33.582199281. Land on the purple planet. Once you enter the atmosphere, your communication systems should pick up Frequency 3.334. Head to the point of broadcast. There, you will find me... if I am not dead. Godspeed.

The message then resumes on a loop. The voice seems to be processed though, as if not an organic being is speaking. Certainly, this is something of interest...

 

[Karcen]

The Second Encounter Of The Strange Kind
​

The ships that had long slept having expended most of their power had long enjoyed their est before a young race found the ancient ships that had been left adrift in the vast universe. The crew had slept peacefully while they waited for recovery not realizing that it would likely take thousands of years, well that mattered little to the immortal machines. This drafting was disturbed only when an intruder came aboard and broken into one of their containment chambers taking one of the power rods that were stored for other real emergencies. When this relic was stolen the emergency state returned and the crew was roused from their slumber as the real reactors started once again to power up, but they were heavily damaged and working at only about 40% normal levels which was why they had gone into stasis. The waking was slow at first but rapidly progressed and soon the crew and the ship itself were awake fully once more. The intruder and his stolen goods had to be found that was their primary concern.

The crew would flood into the corridors to the reactors, very literally they were swarms of nanites not having taken any shape just yet in their haste to attack the being that would dare take from them. The ship for its part would start it self repairs gathering up what bits it could from the debris around it calling to the nanties that made it up to rerun to the gaping wound. That would would slowly start to close but never woudl it fully close it would remain a wound in the ship until it could get to a world ship for repairs. With the ship now awake it would send out stronger signals requesting aid from one of the world ships they needed to be picked up, and they knew now that they were actively broadcasting they woudl be saved soon they just had to wait up to a day to receive the help they craved. They also needed to kill this intruder but first they needed to language he spoke, thus the ship would start scanning the other ships data banks rather aggressively actually causing mild technical glitches in its attacker.

Petroshka

 

[Shireling]

The Light of Ewther
​

Having landed closer to the ruins, the Kefalonian team had entered the complex first. After they had turned their flashlights on, Edderov surveyed the interior with the detached interest of an archeologist.

"Very old, what would you put the age on this?" Edderov asked, turning to Proctor Wegdov.

The priest squared up his jaw and attempted to recall what he remembered of the ancient inhabitants of this area of the Galaxy. "Well you had the Crucshans at around 4500 before Revelation, the Varangar a thousand years before that. But, honestly this doesn't look Cruchan or Varangarian. It's definitely older."

One of the soldiers reached his hand out to touch a case before having his hand ruthlessly slapped by Edderov.

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

The soldier recoiled, startled by the sudden action. "It just looked strange."

Edderov studied the vase and noticed that not just it, but all of the furniture, walls, floors, and ceilings were made of the same pale material.

"Something's off about this place. It's putting feelers out," said the psychic, Adamia.

"Feelers?" Asked one of the soldiers.

"They didn't tell me they were sending greenhorns," Edderov swore, "yes, feelers. The place is putting off a mental aura of some kind. It's trying to mess with our heads."

The soldier waved his hand dismissively. "Sure. Sure. Lets just find whatever it is and shoot it."

Edderov chortled. "Will do."

Before they could advance any further, they heard footsteps approaching from behind them. Edderov turned to the rest of the group and told them to be quiet while he listened. Then he barked in a shrill whisper for them to hide. When they had hidden themselves, they watched as a small squad of various humanoids entered the gallery, chattering in another language. Edderov watched them for a moment, before signalling his men to jump out and surprise them.

"Stop right there!" He shouted in Galactic Standard, drawing a bead on Kela with his rifle. "Identify yourselves!"

Petroshka

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Testing of the Void Gate with Unexpected Contact.
Fael softly jumped from the windowed meeting area he contacted the Umbra in. His limbs laid out far as his guards held the door for him. The large space for construction and experimental procedures seemed clean and fresh. Multiple Servyui were stationed around a new build for the Void Gate. A giant crystal riddled with crystal rings. On the end of the runway in the workshop was a Bastion, Faer Kiji Viso. The gate had been consistently teleporting correctly with smaller craft. However, Fael wanted to do full tests, with little breaks in between.

He softly raised his arm, as signal to free the chain on the gate. Sparkles of energy dashed across the crystal until Fael ordered jump when aboard. The destination was the rim world of Xion, right before the expedition would colonize. The sights of the Void dazzled most. However, Fael noticed the extension of the drive. He ordered exit early. Finding himself on an unexplored world, the Bastion or frigate landed on the other side of the Kefalonians and others.

"Captain, status?"

"My Dark, the Void Gate has moved us farther than intended. We are in range to send communications back to the Shadow. What is your wish?"

"I shall explore the ruins. Send in three fire teams. Void only knows what is here."

Fael walla out of the ship. His escort being last to enter the ruins. Fireteams scramble over the ruins, moving quietly. Fael moves straight through, making quick turns until he hears the Kefalonians speak. SignalING with his arm, multiple of his escort cloak and position. Soon after, Fael stepped into view. He bends down and speaks.

"Yet who are you?" He paused, "It seems multiple parties clash." He adjusted his metal suit, softly rolling his hollow face. Fael simply was the slenderman.

 

[doodleSM]

FLESH AND METAL;
BORISLAV'S RETURN
​

"The Butcher of Zanos"
There is no price of a mile, he thought as he looked at the ominous message that looped. Cmdr. Butcher was near those coordinates, only a few hours of slipspace travel and he'd be there. Butcher was on a Mikhal class destroyer, docked at a refuelling station manned by Heydrian and Imperium forces.

Butcher wasn't a Living Tank, nor was he purely human, he resembled half machine, and half flesh. His left arm only being flesh, along with his torso. His legs were mechanical and metal. His right arm was mechanical too. Tattoos and scars adore this body, as the flesh is covered with markings and symbols.

After the refuel, he starts his trek towards the beacon, and within a few hours they arrive near the planet.
SmugViking

Borislav, Metal is Perfection.
Borislav tilts his head as the Emperor spoke. "Do you think the gods have the best intentions for your people? I am the champion of the Gods." He approaches, the Living Tank follows in suit, destroying mosaic tiles and such as the tank moves. "Do you BLEED? I will defeat a hundred of your kind with my fists alone. Take me to your arena, I will fight a hundred and should you reject my offer. The power of the Gods will come reigning down.

The Heydrians begin to raise their weapons. The tank aims its cannons at the soldiers around them.

"Ad mortuum, inicimcus" His voice echoes through the hall as he says this.
KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[SmugViking]

Planet Anbian
​

The message gave an accurate description of the planet. The planet offered a purple hue with green oceans. There was a large amount of debris floating around the orbit of the planet. It had been marked on the Heydrian navigation system when the Heydrian battleship entered the solar system as "Planet Anbian". As the Heydrian ship neared closer to the planet, the signal grew stronger. Just as the Heydrian ship entered the exosphere of Planet Anbian, did they receive Frequency 3.334.

It played sharp and jarring tones. It spiked every now and then and had no real pattern. Any intelligent life couldn't be detected through the broadcast, either. Although, after a minute of triangulating the signal, the Heydrian comms. discovered the broadcast was emitting from a large geodesic dome on the surface of the planet.

doodleSM

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Profligates and heretics

The Emperor did not step back, he stood still facing borislav. He was enraged, how could this profligate, this heretic insult him in such a manner?, Septimus has already ran behind several ranks of guards and most of the palaces praetorians had taken up an offensive position with their weapons drawn, the Pyro-ballistas had taken aim on the living take. It seems as though one movement would spark a fight.

"You think you scare me?" the Emperor said with a deathly serious tone "You can fight in arena and earn my approval or you can leave this world and never come back" he paused, he was a second away from shouting "And if you choose not to leave peacefully, i will have the whole of the invictus fall on you like a hammer, i will not have profligates stand before me and insult me".

The Emperors troops opened two paths, one to the arena and another back to borislavs shuttle, "What will it be?"

doodleSM


Mere unionism

The Kefalonian proctors had been given lodging in the form of the centurions old tent, which was in itself very glamorous compared with the other tents, tables with bottles of wine already on them, a slave awaiting instructions and the centurion's gladius on the table in the middle along with his plumed helmet. The centurion had died of sickness and there was a vote going around to decide who would become the replacement centurion, Paulus or Claudius, even the proctors had been asked to vote. The legion had given the proctors a very broad series of times with which to conduct service.

Over the next few days before the first service began many different types of people where interested, slaves, legionnaires, Velites, children who had been sent to this world to train and of course Paulus and Claudius although how many of the people attending where going there out of interest or just boredom was anyone's guess.

Shireling

 

[Petroshka]

The Light Of Ewther
Uncharted planet, ruins of another age.​

Kela and co walked through the vast unmarked hallways of the structure wary and slightly disturbed, that is until a voice broke their emotions and training took over. Rifles and all kinds of weapons pointed at the source of the sound and from what Kela could tell, they weren't abominations. "Hold fire! Who are they?!" Trigger fingers ready to fire and minds ready to let hell loose they were interrupted by yet another group of unknowns. and two of the squad pointed their weapons at them. "Shit" Jak'Chal said to his squadmates through a psionic message. "What do we do?!" clearing her throat Kela was the first to talk. "So, who are you and how did you find this place?" It seemed it was up to kela to broker peace in this stand off.

Up and above the Lancelot Class Cruiser, Zuhalen had already recovered the transports from the other planets in the star system and jumped into oribit of the planet that the transmission from Kela's team came from. "Ma'am we've detected a unknown ship in the atmosphere of the planet." "What?" The sensor cadet leaned to the side to give NeiFerius a better look at the strange entity that wasnt there before. NeiFerius was going through her head on what it could be. "is it Kefalonian?" "no, this does not match any known Kefalonian signals" NeiFerius went quiet for a few seconds before she straightened herself. "Hail it and if it doesnt respond within 15 minutes fire upon it"
Shireling Zaltusinel

The Second Encounter of the Strange Kind
Space battle debris, Ship derelict.​

Teflos was done getting a strap and wrapping the damned thing onto him when he looked out the window he broke to get in only to see a black haze of something coming at him through the dimly lit hallway "Oh shit" He quickly scrambled out of the window and turned on his jetpack to fly somewhere, only known as "the opposite of that omninus cloud of death" and just flew down the hallway just trying to avoid the cloud and get out as soon as possible. This wasnt his first rodeo with life threatening situations and it wasnt going to be his last damnit! Outside the Derelict battleship 5 ships came out of FTL. One of them was a destroyer sized ship going about eight hundred meters bristling with various low caliber weaponry and the rest were small frigates and corvettes ranging from 200 to 600m all with the same type of guns. small craft of all kinds flew from these ships and went flying after the signal.
Karcen

 

[Zaltusinel]

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.

 

[doodleSM]

FLESH AND METAL;
BORISLAV'S RETURN

​

A SMALL BOON TO THE MECHANICAL GOD
Butcher commented on the hue of the sky, and the green of the ocean. It was not common to see this, atleast for most Proletariats and Penals, but for warlords like Butcher? It was indeed normal.

A landing craft was sent to the planet. On the trip there nearing a safe distance from the ground, the engines cut out and the ship collides into the ground. Some died, some didn't.

Butcher, a small team of scientists, and the remaining 4 man squad of Heydrians had made planetfall onto the destination that was described on the transmission. With weary eyes, the soldiers and the scientist look outside of the craft for anything moving that was outside. STAVKAs were pointed towards the door of the landing craft. The door opened, revealing the big plains. The landscape was smooth, the grass was purplish red, and the soil was brown. They stared at the plain grasslands, with STAVKAs aimed.
SmugViking

AD MORTUM
He point the soldiers and the tank back to the shuttle, whilst Boris strode towards the arena. His power gauntlets were ready to fight. He had given himself the opportunity to prove to these people what the true of the galaxy was.

"I warn you, oh mighty Emperor. Your people are in grave danger, but I won't let that happen. I will fight in your arena, in exchange, there'll be no war."

Borislav hated the Empire, he hated the leaders, he hated what happened many years ago.
KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[Shireling]

Mere Unionism
​

The first service was held five days after the arrival of the Kefalonian priests. During the week, they had made themselves fairly scarce. When they took meals, they took them together in the tent. When they went for walks, they did so in solitude or with each other. Most of their time was spent in their tent. Usually, when they were called upon they would be reading out of the book that the Proctoress has brought, or writing. Occasionally, they would be up late at night burning oil and discussing in their native language. Some of the soldiers in the camp wondered if they may have been married, or at least romantically involved, but there had been no evidence of that and if they did partake of any nocturnal activities they were exceedingly quiet about it.

The Proctress rarely spoke. It was usually Proctor Remov that was the public face of Unionism to the camp. That changed as the day of the service came and the curious Invictans filed into the makeshift ampitheater constructed of wooden benches with a pulpit in the center. The Proctress vigorously greeted every one of them as they arrived, shaking their hands and making a sign on them by which she would gently touch their head and draw a line down to their hearts in the air, muttering some ancient blessing in her native tongue.

The service underway, the Proctor stood to the right of the pulpit as the Proctress mounted the lectern and set her book down, turning to some page and taking out a few loose sheets of paper. She began in Latin.

"Greetings, and thank you. Tonight's service will be from the Index by St. Ipirisius, Chapter 14. May we pray that the Maker guide us in euclidation and the extrapolation of the blessed mysteries from the Text."

"Maker, hear our prayer." The Proctor piped.

"St. Ipirisius was a Gordian, writing roughly 260 After Revelation. His Indices are the basis through which we interpret much of the Early Revelatory Canon. During this time, the Kingdom of Gordia was engaged in putting down a revolt of the annexed Kingdom of Elverisa, whom they had defeated in battle a few centuries ago. Ipirisius travelled to Elverisa when he was about thirty, to preach the Revelation in those lands, and what he found appalled him and colored much of his writing. Elverisa was struggling under military rule. The Gordian soldiers, though professionals, were accused of all manner of atrocities such as murder, theft, and the selling of orphans of the war into slavery. He writes:

When I was young, I thought it inconceivable that men's hearts could be so colored and stained with blood that they could conduct themselves so. But alas, at Elverisa, it was such. Once, I spoke to the Captain of the Guard hear and I said unto him, "Do pangs of conscience not grow in you?"

He replied, "War breeds hatred, and hatred breeds apathy."

Thus, I say verily that we must not completely forsake the tools of destruction, for there is a right and proper season wherein princes go to war over principles, pride, and national honor. But woe unto him who finds it unnatural to beat his sword into plowshares, who longs for the fight. This is what the Revelation means when it says, "Whosoever revels in death will find only death, but whosoever revels in life may find it abundant."

The soldier needs return to the soil and become a farmer, if he is to live rightly. A farmer, perhaps not of seeds but of life, cultivating and enriching his own spirit and that of those around him. For soldiering often relies on hatred, which breeds apathy, which breeds atrocity.

When she had finished the reading, the Proctress bowed her head reverently towards the book.

"So sayeth the saints, so sayeth the Maker."

She made a sign in the air.

"Go in peace. You are dismissed."

KindlyPlagueDoctor

 

[SmugViking]

Planet Anbian: First Encounter
​

The Heydrian soldiers scour the horizon until the eye cannot see. The rolling hills of the plains seem to never end. Only the grass swaying gently with each breeze shows signs of life on the planet. On Commander Butcher's wristcomm, the radio frequency is incredibly strong, however, there are no radio towers or anything of the sort in sight.

That's when the ground started moving.

A spire made out of stone and metal extends from the ground, ten meters into the air. A boy steps out. He's no more than ten. He wears tattered rags and his face is littered with soot and dirt. His hair mangled and greasy. Cuts, bruises, and scars are visible on his arms and legs from meters away.

"Wanna see my sand castle?" the boy says.

 

[Shireling]

The Light of Ewther
​

The Kefalonians also shifted their weapons, some of them training them on the newcomers. Edderov sighed and lowered his rifle, slinging it over his back. He was dressed in the same double-breasted black suit but wearing a rebreather over his face. He took a small, non-threatening device from his pocket and checked the oxygen content of the room before taking off his rebreather and exposing his face, which was tall with thin features and icy blue eyes. He took a small silver case from his pocket and another small device. From the case, he took a hand-rolled cigarette. The small device flipped open and he used it to strike a small flame and light the cigarette. The tension in the room began to slowly dissipate.

"Alright, let's clear the air. Smoke anyone?"

The Proctor meekly accepted a cigarette and the lighter and passed them on to whoever wanted one.

"Now," Edderov said, blowing smoke, "I can't tell you exactly who I am. Suffice to call me E. I work for the Kefalonian government. We were sent here to investigate a quantum anomaly. The rest is classified stuff. So, how about you boys and girls?"

When the cigarette tin came around to Adamia she took a cigarette, placed it between her lips, and snapped her fingers causing a small flame to spring up from her thumb which she used to light the cigarette.

Petroshka Zaltusinel