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Seeing as there's a bit of RP fatigue at the moment, I'm gonna take the opportunity to wrap up the current arc.
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[Opening jingle plays as gaudy graphics flash across the screen - "LATE NIGHT TONIGHT AT NIGHT" - for Angelus's debatably most controversial talk show host, Tibaut Jinevien]
Jinevien: Welcome to another episode of Late Night Tonight at Night, I'm your host tonight for this night's late night show, but I need no introduction...tonight!
Let's begin with our Prime Minister's surprising return from the dead! What a hoot, am I right folks? Who's to say whether anyone's really dead anymore? And who can we trust now that former Acting Prime Minister Lorenne Saveth was outed as a liar and traitor? I say she did some good things while Sephynne was off in the void or wherever she went. Saveth secured our borders, ended our silly appeasement strategy towards Lorenial, and finally showed those Maurian rabble-rousers the what-for! I mean, how many good women and men did we lose in our heroic invasion? And now Sephynne expects us to just withdraw like nothing happened? If anything, she might be the traitor!
Alas, we are your premier source for unbiased, truthful news, and I'm not saying that's my opinion! Just stating the facts.
Saveth is reported to have escaped arrest and is currently missing! Our oh-so-kind government has promised a hefty reward for any information that will lead to her capture. Rumor has it that certain ministers are pressing for our patriotic defense chief, Mikolan Ondine, to take Saveth's place as deputy prime minister! I say he's a fine choice and an upstanding military man, one who will surely put a cap on Sephynne's leniency towards national security concerns.
Speaking of leniency, the Prime Minister has opened a "summit for dialogue" with Lorenial and Maura! Right after whooping their ***es in a demonstration of our glorious military might! They're discussing silly things like "reparations" and "respect for national sovereignty." One can only hope our government sees reason before these foreign threats start demanding our territories! Watch out, they might be coming for our way of life next!
For our next segment: are university professors indoctrinating your children into becoming cats? More on tonight's program...
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Next part coming. Writing will be back tomorrow.
I was kinda waiting on a reply on what happens with Nol and Amatheia hahaha, but I don't mind that also.
This rp has been going on for quite a while, so we might aswell wrap it up to let others build their own stories also.
Operation Blue Trinity
The camera tilted to one of the operatives. "We are going to recover some anomalous items in the warehouse. Maybe we will clash with those insurgents from the Chaos Insurgency." A loud noise can be heard nearby. The front door of the warehouse was knocked down. "Move! Do not let them escape!" The operatives open fire on the intruders running out of the warehouse. The bodies hit the ground with a thud. Insignia of the Chaos Insurgency could be found in the clothes worn by the thieves. "I knew it was the defectors' doing. Mission accomplished!" The Foundation's personnel retrieved the artifacts stolen by the insurgents and left the scene.
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Vitale smiles as he observes Ondine’s self-centrism. He snickers as he listens to it. Vitale considers it almost humorous how little Ondine’s actually done in order to get an ego as over-bloated as this. He then looks at Kharzal, smirking before he speaks.
“I suppose when he’s less busy. I want to have a personal talk with him. One in which he preferably is begging for his life as I list his faults, his failures, his weaknesses, and the reason why I can’t stand people like him. What an absolutely fascinating disconnect a man like him has between people liking and respecting him. He sounds like every other bureaucrat, egotistical and unable to think beyond the small scale of his own fate.”
Vitale smirks at Ondine, his disapproval of politicians like the Defense Minister clearly evident on his face. Vitale’s hand gestures show this is someone he cannot stand, even in mere passing. He stares at Kharzal, waiting for the opportunity to present itself.
Greater Angelus, Freeliberstan, and Seihou project
I was thinking we could also slow the pace of the RPs down. It's fun to have rapid back-and-forths when things get intense but keeping that up can be a bit overwhelming. It'll also give us a chance to come up with longer-form, potentially more substantive posts each turn. Imma try to limit myself to at the very most one post a day and see how things go.
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[The doppleganger, seeing Nol beginning to check around the convoy, slinks back into the shadows as Amatheia directs it to retreat. Despite it being essentially a component of herself, and controlling it is as easy as lifting a finger on her part, she enjoys allowing some degree of consciousness in some of her puppets - if only to carry out a conversation with the only person important enough to merit such dialogue.]
Doppleganger: [Half in Amatheia's voice, half in the tortured voice of its original owner] Why did you leave the abomination? Surely there's nothing you would like better than to tear her apart right now.
Amatheia: Surely, dearest. But the time is not right. They are on guard, protected. Besides, if Eldest Sister is looking for me, such an attack would give me away.
Doppleganger: We wouldn't want that.
Amatheia: [Shakes her head] I will need leverage if I am ever going to risk coming face-to-face with her again. [She delves part of her consciousness into the abyss, checking on her tethers and wards as though doing a mechanical inspection on a valued piece of equipment] I should be untraceable. Kharzal and that d*mned pet of hers shouldn't be able to find me. Besides, they have their hands full with other things right now... [She smiles] I just have to let things play out for now. Patience, dearest.
Doppleganger: Yes, dearest.
Kharzal: [Grins wickedly] I look forward to your...conversation. It will be the first time in a very long time this man will know true fear. [Turning back to face the ongoing meeting] Look, he's still going.
Ondine: [Gesticulating dramatically as he raises his voice] ...if I am selected for the position of Deputy Prime Minister, I solemnly swear to use all my leverage for the benefit of the organization. All State Security concerns will be my concerns, and rest assured they will end up on Seph- er, the Prime Minister's desk. [Slamming his fist on the table for dramatic effect] Enough with appeasement! Enough with this ridiculous, so-called "anti-corruption" drive! The government will not forget that our organization has had the final say in all state matters long before they were elected, and will continue to do so long after they are voted out of office! [He looks around at those gathered around the table expectantly] Do I have your support?
[There is a general murmur of assent, and some present begin clapping. Director-General Coridón is barely concealing a grimace on her face, but applauds with cold politeness nonetheless.]
Coridón: Very well. The organization will back your candidacy, and pull all strings necessary for the Prime Minister to make the appointment. This meeting is adjourned.
[There is the scuffle of sliding chairs and footsteps as the officials gather their papers and begin to leave. Ondine, striding confidently, is the first to exit, with his assistant scurrying trying to keep up. Kharzal beckons, and the trio follow their target - up several flights of steps, down a hallway, past a pair of grand oak doors. Ondine's office is lavish - medals and decorations hang upon the wall, along with portraits of him smiling and shaking hands with numerous senior officials. The Defense Minister makes his way to his desk, lighting up a cigar.]
Ondine: [To his assistant] Send a request to convene the government immediately. The sooner we get this vote over with, the sooner I can give Sephynne a piece of my mind. [His assistant nods hurriedly and rushes over to a much smaller side desk, where he begins tapping out an email.]
Kharzal: Time for the show. [She drops the veil.]
Nol breathes a sigh of relief, the check and the moments of calm they were having was a needed one. From what he'd heard the government is already planning talks of reparations, how that'd be achieved...well. That'd be for the other members of the LDC to worry about, his job here is to ensure nothing goes kaput while the assignment of their replacements would be prepared.
Taking a seat in the driver's seat of one vehicles of the convoy, he proceeded to close his eyes. 'Sephynne is taking long with that...'
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Meanwhile...somewhere at Lorenial.
"Wake up sleepyhead, we're at the shore." Hersiliah nudges Luca. A light smirk echoes Hersiiah's face, she couldn't begin to imagine how tired the girl was. To the point she slept through that fiasco of a battle. Thankfully, Nol came through and stopped the angelans from making things tenser than it should've been. As the after batttle mood was...
The admiral couldn't help but look torn at the sight, "1st lieutenant, while I understand your sentiment, this is not a fight that should've happened. Nor are we gonna let those lives be in vain."
"Tch, yet here we are facing away at the enemy, with our tails between our legs! Us pilots were supposed to be the pride of the military! Yet, we didn't even get a bandit down!" Kif pushes back, his voice filled with anger and shame.
"Which was our goal to begin with-" Kif was about to shout before a the admiral's cane sparks with electricity. 'A mage?!'
"This force isn't built on the principle of open water combat, advanced as some of our tech may be." His voice thunders before calming down." It was built on asymmetric warfare, not this situation."
"If you think I like the deaths of my own men, then I shoud've had you lot fly directly towards their AA and have your compartments Shut! So unless you have any more complaints, you are to report back. TO. YOUR. STATION." The admiral closes in, mere inches from Kif, as if asking him to take a shot.
Kif's face didn't compromise, yet a part of him was shocked at the admiral's words. "Yes sir." He gritted his teeth and exited the bridge. As he does, Hersiliah walks in, her face a bit amused.
The admiral scoffs at this. "You better be right with that theory of yours...." He eyes Hersiliah, much as he didn't want to admit. He blames the LDC for roping them in, but even then it was their duty to help them.
A lot happened in that bridge, but she could tell the opposition party is gonna have a field day with the news...'Oh by speak of the devil. ' A news helicopter can be seen hovering above the docks they were going to dock on.
OOC: *breaks out of second hiatus* Back fellas! I'll posting where i left off. sorry for any hold ups i might've caused just was a hectic chain of events lol. be back soon!
[Luca awakens in a cold sweat from a sleep tormented by nightmares - as she stretches her limbs, they protest in pain, and for a second she thinks the worst has happened as Emeline's face flashes in her mind's eye and she feels the back of her skull being peeled open - before, in a flash, it is over. She gazes at her arm, the scars from her former disfigurement having healed tremendously since they left Maura, and as she shakes the cobwebs from her head her mind seems clearer than it has been in weeks.]
Luca: I feel...better. [Like a fever passing, the abyss as seemingly finally receded somewhat - not entirely, as her limited grasp of Nälkä makes sure it is never too far away, but she is back in control, and no longer entirely helpless. Any wonder that she had slept through...whatever the hell had just happened.]
Luca: ...what did I miss?
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[Adrelina Calyré gazes out across the ruined cityscape of Teles, the Maurian capital. Smoke rises into the air from immense piles of concrete rubble, and all around them is the hurried activity of a devastated populace attempting to salvage what little has been left intact. Soldiers hurry this way and that, barking orders at civilians to get out of hazard zones, overloaded vehicles with what looks like generations' worth of family possessions putter along in traffic jams to refugee camps on the outskirts of the city, emergency aircraft blare overhead towards still-raging fires in the hardest-hit sectors.]
[Most striking of all is the seemingly endless line of Angelan troops, infantry in massive columns, rolling tanks, overlooking HALI gunships, and all manner of troop and munitions transport vehicles departing down the autobahn back towards the direction of the Angelan border. There is a subdued atmosphere about them, one of a gambler that has, at the last moment, bet too boldly and lost all his winnings on his final hand. Calyré can only wonder if they are gone for good.]
Pharia: [Handing her a cup of freshly-brewed coffee] It's not the best stuff, but it's something.
Calyré: [Accepts the cup and takes a sip] Is it really over? I don't believe the SSC will simply take this lying down.
Pharia: Doubtful. Sephynne's in for the political fight of her life now. And the Maurian military managed to hold off defeat for...what, several hours? At their full strength. It'll take years for them to rebuild to just what they had. [He scowls at the cityscape before them] That was always the Angelan way. Brute, overwhelming force. Carpet bomb the target until all that's left is rubble, then overwhelm what remains by sheer numbers. Maura didn't stand a chance in conventional warfare.
Calyré: What confuses me is Saveth...I worked with her, personally, while I was in the DEIA. She was always loyal to Sephynne to her core. I just don't understand what she'd get out of this.
Pharia: I'm just as stumped as you are... [His voice trails off as he frowns, then pulls out his phone, scrutinizing the text of the mystery message that had helped him concoct the EMP. Hidden somewhere in between the lines, a video file. As Calyré peers over his shoulder at his screen, a video begins playing, showing two passengers aboard a helicopter...]
Lorenial, Daikosankai, Ghroth, Space pirates of the milky way, and 1 otherThe State of Karafuto
"Hmm...a lot but I'd think you would get an idea later or so." She pats her head, a warm smile leaves hersiliah's face. "For now, we're gonna wait till the crowd goes away, I'd rather not have any media spotlight on either of us". She gazes at the window, as the media helicopter lands on one of the public helipads at the docks. 'Not now anyways...' She reasons within her cortex.
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As the video plays a monologue starts, "Hello you two~ long time no see, If you're seeing this then one of my missions failed to redirect things into a more...asymmetric approach towards our mutual...acquaintances." Kalia's voice echoes, as the video plays. One key difference with Lorenial's copy of said video was that it was more enhanced, with the faces clearly being seen. "I must say, wolfie did a good job taking this video from the Lorenial's hand, they didn't even notice her hacking into it." As she says that, the video shows Saveth's transformation and the stabbing.
"I'm giving you this information to keep such individuals like them in check, this world could use less chaos as.." the monologue pauses, as the video shows a bright light ending the recording. "There are grey storms brewing in a section of this universe, you would all need to be ready and united when that time comes." She says in a sollemn and grim tone.
"Before we left the system, there's hidden clues between this video recording~ See you two nameless." The audio stops, leaving Pharia and Calyré both intrigued and confused.
(ooc: The grey clouds she's mentioning may or may not be tied to what the Order is currently dealing with hehehe, just my way of giving a bridge to all the plots.)
(the long delayed continuation!!) 9 AM.
The order sekuratii were huddled next to the door of the meeting room. they loud arguing from the two ambassadors, both from the order and the Grays. it was 30 or so minutes before the doors opened and the Gray ambassador would storm out to his ship. the sekuratii would turn their heads towards the Order diplomat. on his face they could see the grim expression betray his expression. without having to say anything the order diplomat had already conveyed what was going to happen... War was unavoidable.
[Peeking slightly out the side of one of the ship's port windows, Luca observes the media helicopter, as well as the crush of reporters and onlookers crowded around the docks, in mild trepidation. While she is relived that they are staying on the ship for now, rather than facing the overwhelming public gathered outside, she cannot help but feel a gnawing anxiety as the reality of her situation settles in - far from home in a foreign country, hunted by the Sisterhood, with a future that is anything but certain. She shrinks away from the window, sinking onto a nearby bench with her arms wrapped around her legs.]
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[A gentle breeze lightly sways the violet curtains surrounding a small, semi-enclosed tea room, furnished simply but invitingly with a tatami-esque table in the center, around which two figures sit in a kneeling position across from each other.]
Olivéa: [Bowing her head in respect, she reaches out both hands to graciously accept the offered teacup from her drinking partner.] Thank you, Mother.
[Karcist-Mother Ilaphaia smiles warmly - she cuts a small figure, long black hair draped neatly around her shoulders, modestly beautiful bordering on nondescript, if not for the faintly unnatural crimson stains around her eyes - rolling back the sleeves of her simple black robe as she takes her own teacup to her lips, savoring the ember liquid.]
Ilaphaia: Thank you for joining me this evening. I always find that raigal tastes better when shared.
Olivéa: [Sipping her drink as well, she detects notes of jasmine and honey - as well as an unidentifiable but deeply satisfying bitterness in the background] It's delicious, Mother.
[Both are silent for a while as they enjoy the drinks. Olivéa, who had felt absolute trepidation on being summoned to see the Karcist-Mother alone at first, feels strangely at ease.]
Ilaphaia: Kharzal speaks highly of you. How long has it been since she rescued you from that flesh auction in Raxho?
Olivéa: [Surprised that a woman of her stature would remember such insignificant-to-her details.] Seven years, Mother. I was Elder Sister's acolyte for six.
Ilaphaia: To become Adept in such a short time...it is no easy feat. I find myself coming to depend on Kharzal more and more. At the same time...my trust in others falls. [She sighs sadly.] My dearest Mouth has disappointed me greatly. To make such a mess of things...Amatheia has grown too complacent in her position as the Second Eldest, too sure that I would forgive her for acting on her impulses. Perhaps...perhaps it is time she was put back in her place. Perhaps it is time to find a new advisor...
Olivéa: [Stays silent, barely believing what she is hearing.]
Ilaphaia: A new Võlutaar has not been selected in decades. And thus...dearest Olivéa...I have a little test for you. A little problem I would like to see if you can solve. Do you think you're up for the task?
Olivéa: [She scoots back from the table and bows deeply, pressing her forehead against the floor.] Yes, Mother. Anything.
10 am. it is a blood red morning.
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Kaiser Jayden would receive word of the supposed rumor of the death of the angelan prime minister before the more troubling news of the botched negotiations in Argenlesh. his face went pale as his eyes stared at the man who told him the news in the eyes with an unsure expression on his face. as the messenger left, Jayden's face turned grim. He slowly turned his body towards the window that overlooked the private garden. he saw His Wife Summer trying to teach little Mercia to walk. His longed desire for a reign of peace was now dashed for how short it was. Now he once again was to be thrown into the fire and guide his nation in a time of a great crisis, but this time his rule would determine the survival of his entire people, let alone his daughter's future.
Now was the hour for action. Jayden closed his eyes. he sighed as he turned around and opened his eyes. he saw his shadow loom over the floor and onto the wall where A grandfather clock sat against as the hour struck...
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11 AM. and it began to rain...
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[A handwritten letter is delivered to the Kaiser's residence.]
Dearest friend, Kaiser Jayden Stellahelder,
It is with the deepest apologies we must confer again under such circumstances, dealing with grave matters of state. Firstly, I would like to reassure you that the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I was betrayed by my most trusted advisor, former Foreign Minister Lorenne Saveth, who is currently in hiding. I am expending much effort trying to find her and bring her to justice, and I humbly request that your security forces assist in my search where they can.
While the primary targets of Saveth's military aggression were Lorenial and Maura, I would not be surprised if she had also directed minimal troop movements to your borders. If you feel you have any grievances for redress to the potential crimes committed, by our shame, by our very own armed forces, please join us at the peace summit being held on the planet of Ievreng, in the regional capital of Ophelia.
I would also like to express my alarm and show my solidarity in your diplomatic crisis against the Grays. Per our longstanding partnership, I extend the hand of assistance in whichever way you deem fit. The forces of Angelus remain committed to the security and sovereignty of all our allied nations.
With the utmost sincereity, and by the grace of Ion,
Prime Minister Calera Sephynné
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[Olivéa stands alone in a darkened alleyway with spitting distance of the Angelan Prime Minister's Office. She gently traces with her bare fingers the faint, barely visible specks of dried blood splattered on the walls, then closes her eyes and extends her anomalous sense - she can hear...a gentle tick? Violin strings? Barely audible, but distinct. She frowns, reaching into the abyss to grasp at its echoes, then withdraws back into her own body, breathing slightly harder, seeing through new eyes - shining strands of visible music flowing in the wind, down the alley and away from the Prime Minister's Office. Olivéa follows...]
11:30 AM
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Jayden was beginning to write to Sephynné at his desk as the rain poured against his window. as he wrote Summer would enter his office, she did not try to hide her look of worry. it was common knowledge that the Grays were coming. She would stand besides him as she read as he wrote. upon the second paragraph she would shake her head fiercely.
Summer: "No." she said as she took a step back. "Not a chance! You will not abandon us! Mercia and I need you! if you're staying We're s-"
Jayden: "this is not up for debate or negotiation." Jayden interupted. "It is my duty as kaiser and father to see Mercia through this alive and nutured."
Summer: "then send her! Let me stay by yourside! I promised to share the-"
Jayden: The Kaiser slammed his fist on his table and stood up. he faced her and shouted in a frustrated tone. "And leave her alone parentless?! She needs you more than I do. You are her mother Summer! So Lest you leave her an Orphan, I suggest that you hear me!"
Summer: Summer jerked back, a tear was caught in her eye as her mouth was aghast. she wanted to say something but couldn't.
Jayden: Jayden's gaze softened as he would slowly hug his wife. he said nothing at first, instead taking her in his embrace.
Summer: "I promised Jay Jay. In sickness and health,why won't you let me fufill my promise?!"
Jayden: "because of my promise to you and Mercia, in sickness and health." Jayden said as he would look at his wife who was uncontrollably sobbing on his shoulder. "that is the promise that overrides yours. And I pray that you may one day forgive me for this."
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To the true friend Calera Sephynné,
I would like to say that it is a great relief to find you alive and well. I am greatly flattered and warmed by your apologies and your warning of this possible risk to the Order's borders. And had i not been in such dire circumstances I would have most likely joined this summit of yours. However, as fate is erratic, I'm afraid at this time I cannot participate. As for your request for my security forces to search for Saveth, I will see if I can spare any forces once the initial conflict settles, or at least reaches a point of stability.
As for possible assistance, I'm afraid any effort you may be able to do will be naught but in vain. However, I ask for asylum on behalf of my beloved wife and daughter. I as Kaiser am to remain in the order as it is my duty to lead them in this dark hour. I suspect that the Grays will attack at any moment, and we will be engulfed in a great trial. My role as husband and father comes before you and I plead to you for their deliverance. This is all I ask.
Your friend, the first servant of state, under the eyes of God,
Kaiser Jayden Stellahelder
Hersiliah noticing this sits besides her, dropping her phone call. "Don't worry, I'll be with you." She leans towards Luca. "Hmmm....if it would make you feel any better, what are you're thoughts on adopting papers?" Her warm smile beams through. It wasn't a bad idea, and it shouldn't be too much of a hassle for her to get it..AI personhood laws has advanced well enough for that. Sides, if she wants the continued trust of Luca, while also granting R&D's wants to get samples of a fleshcrafter's capabilities. It was a good enough balance that she'll have the legal power if anything goes awry.
That said, it was still up to Luca to decide. Forcing her wasn't an option, it didn't work for the sisterhood, it'll certainly not work for them.
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In an roof somewhere, a man gazes at the city. There eyes admiring their work, as beside him a facsimile wolf plays with a corpse.
"The greys are moving faster than we can set our traps." A cloaked figure said behind him, they kneel out of respect and fear, their voice raspy as their face was covered by a colorful mask. "Non of our operatives have been taken, but I fear we've struck the hornet's nest, sire....."
The man closes his eyes. His entire form shifts into shadows, flickering in and out of existence. "An ideal situation for us, you might say," it was a setback but not for long. He very well knows the game they are playing here.
"Continue to monitor and intercept any Grey activity," He vanishes, as his entire body dissolves into black mist. The fascimile dog grumbles as it jumps out of the building.
'Odeneva's stage was getting new guests everyday....who am I not to give them a proper welcome...?' A quiet laugh comes from the man, he wasn't going to allow others to steal the director's spot from him.
[Several hours later, those with a trained eye would've been able to spot a near-transparent ripple in the sky as a Kyrin-class stealth frigate, its cloaking shield active, silently drifts over the Kaiser's residence. From its relatively small bay doors flies a HALI gunship, going straight for the landing pad - aboard, Executive Task Force Chief Ida Zerise, who has been assigned to lead the escort, scans the ground for the Kaiser and his wife and daughter.]
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Luca: [Wiping her eyes as she looks up at Hersiliah in surprise] Adoption...? [She considers...a new life...a fresh start...perhaps finding her home in Lorenial wouldn't be so bad after all] I think...I'd like that very much. [She puts her arms around Hersiliah in a warm hug.]
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???: Halt.
[Calyré and Pharia spin around in alarm; the latter instantly draws his sidearm and points it at the stranger. Calyré's hand is frozen on the door of their getaway vehicle, unsure of whether or not to move a muscle.]
Pharia: Who's asking?
Olivéa: [Steps out from the shadows, her face impassive] So you two did live. Mother and Elder Sister did think something was wrong. They're quite curious about you...by all rights, you two should be dead several times over. [She raises an arm, lightly outstretched, almost as though expecting a handshake] You can either come with me, or I will kill you. Please make your decision.
Pharia: We're not going anywhere, Sister. [He raises his phone] We have proof of one of your order attempting to murder the Prime Minister of Angelus. One click...and your carefully crafted veil of secrecy goes away. Besides, there's a graver threat... [Apprehensive] ...we...we're not quite sure what it means, but something is out there. A crisis, in the outer reaches of the near systems. Your Sisterhood would do well to heed those warnings, rather than hunting us.
Olivéa: Intriguing. That makes it all the more urgent you come with me. [She turns her arm slightly so her palm is facing upwards] Your new choice is this: come with me willingly, or unwillingly.
Pharia: Did you hear what I said?? The-
[Olivéa clenches her hand into a fist: instantly, both Pharia and Calyré seize up and fall to the ground, motionless. The trio vanish in a billow of red mist.]
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Summer held Mercia in her arms at the landing bay. The kaiser stood behind them as his eyes darted to the skies seeing the slight disturbance in the clouds. he breathed out his nosed as he looked at his wife and daughter for the last time before the war. he would feel his coat pocket and pulled out a star medallion. he would walk to Summer's side and gave her it with no words to form. they stared silently at each other. no exchange of words taken place as Summer reluctantly began to take a few steps forward. Mercia was wide eyed and smiling unaware of what transpired.
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In the vast expanse of the universe, amidst the swirling cosmos, a patrol fleet of the Order diligently carried out their routine duties, their ships slicing through the void with precision and vigilance. It was during one of these routine patrols that they detected a disturbance—an ominous signal indicating the presence of several unidentified vessels breaching the boundaries of their sector. With a sense of urgency, the patrol fleet swiftly relayed a warning, their communications crackling with urgency as they initiated emergency Faster-Than-Light (FTL) travel towards the fortress world of Masoperderm, a bastion of Order strength and resilience.
As the patrol fleet hurtled through the cosmic currents towards safety, tension mounted among the crew members. They knew that the interception of such a sizable and unidentified fleet could only mean impending conflict, and the fortress world of Masoperderm would serve as their sanctuary and rallying point in the face of this great threat.
Meanwhile, back on Masoperderm, preparations for defense were swiftly underway. Weeks were spent mobilizing resources, rallying support, and amassing a formidable protection fleet under the leadership of the esteemed first line admiral of the Order, Leonard Brokta. With a steely resolve, Admiral Brokta meticulously orchestrated the deployment of the Order's forces, ensuring that every ship, every weapon, and every soldier was ready to face whatever adversary dared to encroach upon their domain.
As the appointed time drew near, Admiral Brokta stood resolute at the helm of his flagship, his gaze piercing through the vastness of space towards the designated rendezvous point in the region known as Orion's Belt. It was here that the two opposing forces would clash, where the fate of Masoperderm and the Order itself would hang in the balance.
The tension in the void was palpable as the Order fleet took up their positions, their formations poised and ready for the imminent confrontation. And then, as if on cue, the enemy emerged from the cosmic shadows—a formidable armada of Gray warships, their metallic hulls glinting malevolently in the distant starlight.
For a fleeting moment, a tense standoff ensued as both sides assessed their adversaries, each calculating their next move with precision. But as the clock struck noon on Libertari planet time, the tranquility of the void shattered. With a synchronized surge, the Gray fleet surged forward, a relentless tide of aggression and hostility hurtling towards the waiting forces of the Order.
In that moment, amidst the vastness of space and the chaos of battle, Admiral Brokta and his comrades braced themselves for the first salvos of what would undoubtedly be a harrowing conflict—a clash of wills and ideologies that would determine the fate of worlds and civilizations alike.
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12 PM. The great trial begins.
For that moment, Hersiliah found herself rather surprised at Luca's warmth. The girl who once tried to kill her, albeit unintentionally is now here giving her quite the hug. She couldn't help but smile in response, something that even she could not resist. "Okay, okay enough with the warmth. You're gonna give me rust with all that sugar you're emanating." Hersiliah patted her head, as she felt Luca's warmth.
A Lorenial Helicopter lands on the deck of the ship. "Ma'am your transport is here."
"Come on Luca, our brand new life awaits us."
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As the two left via helicopter, the director of the LDC gave out a small smile. Turning off their monitor, she redirected her attention to other matters. Her time of meddling has come to a close, Nol and the others should be safe enough with the tools they have at their disposal.
Zerise: [She steps out of the bay doors of the gunship and inclines her head respectfully] Kaiser, Kaiserin. [She gestures towards the aircraft] We are ready to transport your wife and daughter to the safety of our borders, where they have been offered suitable accommodations at the Raisa, the official Prime Minister's residence. Rest assured we will do all within our power to ensure that they are safe, secure, and comfortable. Please do not hesitate to reach out to us if there is any need we can satisfy.
[Zerise allows some time for the Kaiser and his wife and daughter to say their goodbyes, then leads them onto the aircraft. From the Kaiser's position on the ground, watching them take off into the air, it seems as though an invisible blanket has smothered the HALI gunship as it enters the hangar of the stealth frigate. With a barely perceptible ripple among the clouds, and an otherworldly thrum that is more felt rather than heard, they are gone.]
[Luca follows Hersiliah out into the sunlight, and into her new life.]
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[Calyré gasps as feeling returns to her body, doubling down on the floor in shock as she tries to regain her breath. She is dimly aware of Pharia in about the same state next to her. As she recovers her composure, she unsteadily gets back up on her feet, and scans their surroundings - violet curtains swaying gently, a minimally but comfortably furnished room, a figure seated at a small tatami-esque table at the center of the room.]
???: Welcome! Guests, please have a seat. I'm dreadfully sorry we had to bring you here in such a rush, but it has been a while since you two were home.
Calyré: [Warily appraising the seated figure - a small, young and pale woman with neat jet-black hair, dressed in a matching and simple black robe] ...who are you?
???: I am the Karcist-Mother.
[Both Calyré and Pharia freeze, utter dread filling their bodies - until the Karcist-Mother's pleasant, melodious laugh pierces the silence.]
Ilaphaia: Please! Don't be scared. I've already killed you once, and doing it again seems counterproductive to me. Why don't you two sit down and have a drink while we await our other guests?
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Sephynne: [After briefly checking her phone, she turns to Nol] Our request for an audience has gone through. It's time.
The Lord has arrived to judge the wicked.
Hearing Sephynne's words, he responds with a nod . "Very well." A sigh escapes him, as he changes seats in the car he's in. With them involved, he grimaces inside as to what sort of scenario she'd had them all follow. Having an inkling that even Kalia got involved already had his mind filled with various possibilities.
Taking a look back at where Lia was located, he could hear the sound of the car starting as the convoy was ready to go. The peace was won, but could they keep it?
Does anyone wanna rp as America in our RP? We just need new rp members. We have a lot of spots open. THIS IS NOT A TVE RECRUITING POST. JUST AN RP THING
[The ride to Mother's Temple is quiet and laden with foreboding. Sephynne is seemingly unaware of her nails digging into her hands as she stares unseeingly at the wall of the truck with a glazed look in her eye. Only when the driver opens the canvas and curtly informs the group they have arrived does she seem to awaken with a start, nods, and heads out into the evening sunset. Standing before the gargantuan, ornate gates to the labyrinth is a young woman with short black hair, dressed in black robes with beautifully adorned golden inlays.]
Olivéa: [Inclines her head slightly towards the group before raising a hand at Sephynne] You are to wait. [She turns to Nol.] You are to follow.
Sephynne: [Eyes uncertain, she nods hesitantly to Nol before turning to stand back with the convoy.]
Olivéa: This way.
[She leads Nol through a maze of corridors; some empty, glass reflecting the orange rays of the setting sun - yet others filled with strange statues, which Nol is unable to get a closer look at due to his host's pace. He catches quick glimpes of nubile figures, some twisted and contorted into strange and grotesque positions, some displaying appendages that would never be seen on a normal human - yet others are completely unidentifiable, a mass of limbs and mandibles and wings that seem to confuse the longer one stares. Another hallway is adorned with a single massive tapestry that encompasses the entire surface - shifting reds and golds that defy logic or convention. And yet again, before Nol can process what he's seen, he suddenly finds himself in a simple tea room, across a lone figure seated across from him. A quick glance behind his shoulder, and he sees Olivéa melting back into the shadows.]
???: [In a soft, melodious voice, she beckons Nol to the table] Hello, dear acquaintance from Lorenial! Please join me for a drink. [She gestures at the various glasses and bottles spread neatly before them] Pick your poison. I'm sure you've had a long day and are dying for refreshment... [A sly smile] ...and answers, of course. I will happily respond to whatever questions you may have of me. And yet, I would like to get one little issue out of the way first. [She fixes him with a pleasant smile. Nothing about her expression or body language implies intimidation. And yet...something about this small, modestly beautiful woman is off. Something in the air, something deep within the senses. Something incomprehensibly ancient behind her eyes.] What would it take for you to convince one of your own to turn over one of ours?
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