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Today's World Census Report
The Most Developed in Hoshizora
The World Census compiles a "Human Development Index" by measuring citizens' average life expectancy, education, and income.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 1,113th in the world for Most Developed.
|1.||The Solar Expanse of Oasisa||Liberal Democratic Socialists||“We live!”|
|2.||The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony Republic||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Only united may we reach.”|
|3.||The Qi Kingdoms of China-Shou||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“The eternal energies of this universe will guide us”|
|4.||The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Imperium aeterna.”|
|5.||The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“May the moon never set upon the Bez!”|
|6.||The High Command of The Lost Imperial Fleet||Left-Leaning College State||“For the Imperium!”|
|7.||The Federated Hegemony of Aurevbush||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“All Zealots Seek Wisdom”|
|8.||The Theocracy of Tetragram||Democratic Socialists||“May God Protect Our People”|
|9.||The Anarchy of Bayanelokavi||Iron Fist Consumerists||“If not we, then who?”|
|10.||The Star Confederal Council of Edalt||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Prosperity in Cooperation”|
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- : Embassy cancelled between Skyreach and Hoshizora.
- : The Serene Hiyamashu Empire of Acaciatropole of the region Hiyamashu proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Republic of The Steaky26 of the region Skyreach ordered the closure of its embassy in Hoshizora.
- : The Nomadic Peoples of House of Vengeance arrived from The Great Chili.
- : The Theocracy of Tetragram arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Star Confederal Council of Edalt arrived from Balder.
- : The Armed Republic of Kitzerpan ceased to exist.
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The machinery, as far as Filia could tell, indicated the man was indeed alive. A heartbeat, perhaps a little slow, beat across the screen. Seems like they had been put into stasis for some reason. Though the language differences reared their ugly head again, as Filia could not read any of the notes or conditions of the patient. Only a name, Elise Stanislavovna. The woman floating in the suspension tank was wearing a sort of protective suit, but IV units and a breathing apparatus were plugged into her nose and mouth. Though, as everything came online a red light began flashing on the heart monitor. What Filia could read was “Уровни анастезии критически важны, неотложное оживление подлежит“ and thus bubbles in the tank started emanating from the woman suspended in it. She slowly twitched, and opened her eyes. But quickly enough Filia saw her struggling, the woman couldn’t breath! She squirmed in the tank, banging on the glass.
Liline started walking the main streets, slowly exploring the cobblestone and crowded streets, eventually jesting to Sephus, “don’t get any ideas for ditching me for one of these... rather well built women.” She halfheartedly let out a laugh, watching a woman nearly two heads taller than each of them, and easily putting Sephus to shame in the physical strength department stroll by. The woman was wearing a tophat that sat at an angle on her head, a grey wool suit, black bow tie tied loosely and left to hang down her chest. She wore a kilt, then tall socks and a pair of black oxfords. Her arms and legs were rippling with muscle, though her face was plump in the cheeks. While this woman was by far an outlier, there were many physically capable among the ranks of the tartan and suit sporting women, and the occasional man who strolled these streets.
But a little while later, Liline came to a small rustic shop. The sign above the door read “Isabelle Livingstone Traditional Craftsmen of Biologically Integrated Clockworks. EST 6708.”
Liline seemed to get a little nervous as she approached the door of this small shop, tucked away on the alleys of the larger avenues. “Well, I may have... not been entirely truthful with you, dear. I’ve come to Cadhainn to get a new arm from the most respectable craftsman.”
The quick response of the Broodmothers was ultimately effective, as the drones were already quite messed up by losing the element of surprise. With a rapid response, they lost their main advantage, and there were only a few of them, so they were not too difficult to dispose of as all four Broodmothers, plus Mierl, fought them off. The Watrike was an experienced soldier, and using the stolen shotgun he quickly dispatched the closest drones, and the further off ones were blocked by the barrier panels, and soon after easily impaled on spikes. The others were cut down by Sieg's firepower or smashed by Zemia. The final ambush ended as quickly as it started, with the dozen or so drones broken down on the ground, with all their remaining allies too far off to at all stop them from attaining victory. Aloni got up, stretching her back and nodding, "Yeah, now that's it. Dirty little trick, hiding drones in the ground, but I guess it is something a drone can do. But I think that was the end of it, this should be where we can cross over to victory."
It seemed that Aloni was correct in her assessment, as soon after the final ambush had been defeated, the lights in the distant fortress turned off as it deactivated. In the gateway, the door to the main control center opened up. It was a rather large door, as it needed to handle some rather large individuals, such as the now emerging figure. Minister Tamour stepped out, the Dragon's blue scales gleaming as he approached the gathered broodmothers. With him, he brought Melyphis as well. He looked them all over for a moment, and then finally put on a smile as he nodded, "Well done, all of you. You have succeeded in the training mission, rescuing both of the hostages while suffering no causalities. You all did quite well, showing capabilities in team tactics, close quarters combat, and a fighting withdrawal. There was a small blunder, towards the end, as there was a moment of complacency. Only Sieg seemed to anticipate that, but it did not mess up the mission, so it is no issue. Just something to note for future, high stakes operations. Regardless, this makes me quite optimistic for your futures, and your prospects with the Union. Should disprove all the nay sayers about me bringing all of you aboard as well, and I quite enjoy that particular prospect."
Rovin had put on his serious face for the time being, since of course he wanted to do this right. Still, that didn't stop him from seeing. It may not have shown off too much or be too fancy, but he still smirked as he took it in. Not a bad sight after all, still plenty to appreciate. As he walked up to the bed, he spoke simply, "Quite fortunate then, chitin is pretty hard to massage. At least with only hands, would take proper tools. As for your brother, you saying he's strong because of being human with some Athailian in him? Wonder how you manage to be his brother if you're a different species."
He got up onto the bed, getting into position over Piper's prone form. He started simply by massaging the shoulders and neck, showing that he did in fact have some experience with this as he made good use of his thumbs to knead the muscles of the shoulders. While he was doing this, he kept speaking as well, to contribute to the atmosphere, "So, the fox tatoo makes sense to me, and I'm gonna assume this serial number is the one given to you as an assassin. But can't say I recognize the ship, and that year is rather a while back. What's that one about?" He would continue as he waited on the answer.
Azultiri, without hesitation, simply nodded her head without shame and responded frankly, "Yes, you are overthinking it Uncle! Too much in your head, gotta accept that some things are sayings! Now, let's get this on! Keep that tail steady." She floated the tailguard over towards Zether, the clasp releasing so it could wrap itself around his tail. Once it was there, she pressed it in and sealed the clasp once more, properly fitting it to Zether. It was a bit tight, but notably Zether could notice the gems briefly flash, and he would feel a odd little ping in his mind. There was nothing after that, but Azultiri seemed quite pleased, "Uncle, if you can handle transformation magic, you can handle these! Now, most of these gems like the fire burst gem are activated with a thought. Simply think about the gem activating, where you want it to activate, and there you go! Don't do that in my forge for that gem however. And others... They activate automatically!" She suddenly jumped back, and her eyes flashed. A burst of magic missiles suddenly appeared and shot at Zether, but as they were about to impact... A gem flashed and a magical shield surrounded Zether, taking the blows of the missiles. It faded out soon after they were all blocked, with Azultiri giving a smug smile, "Pretty good, eh? I made it nice and strong!"
The young Ialao while shocked and immobilized by the Psion's scream she immediately screamed in terror herself as the Psion unleashed his attack, covering her eyes with her hands. As she uncovered her face and saw that Raaus had been hit in order to save her, she fell right on him trying to save him, ignoring the Psion's pleads and threats. However as the multitude of events was beggining to confuse her deer mind, she begun getting annoyed and by the time of the showdown between Zia's Psion and Masquif'Run she was utterly enraged, her fur having turned a slight shade of red. Nevertheless she turned to Zia as soon she found her true self, patting her to avoid another relapse "You are real, all souls are real under Delviatou. Calm down, now..." however once Masquif adressed her with one step she got up and stood facing the worried Psion and his device with pure defiance "LISTEN HERE ESKALI SCUM! I owe nothing to you but a deldamn kick in your etherial head ...Fυck you! I will do nothing until you explain what is happening and shod off my land" her determination alone seemed as if it could channel a great amount of psionic power if she only was not merely an Ialao.
Nia was devastated by the loss of the plushie but she would have to be strong like a true Watrike, and who knows? Perhaps at a later time she could try and revive it with a lot of sanitizer and soap. Nevertheless, she tried forgetting this travesty by focusing on the car, agreeing completely with the smart driving one's observations; the vessel was indeed a despicable waste of materials, totally inadequate for important tasks! She nodded at the driver and along with the rest watrike in the car "humans are a very impractical species". As they reached their destination Nia hopped carefully out of the deviant car and walked happily close to Cendri gazing at the big fortress. For some reason she appeared to like the building more than the residential buildings she had already seen "Very very nice grey plain and tall walls! Surely modern architecture! Is important place?"
The doctor's tail flickered in agony even though her face appeared to remain calm, she wasn't after all completely oblivious as to who these Watrike were and why they were there. She quickly raised her bag of tribites up "Let this one finish nutritious meal first.." she looked at the badges for a second to make sure to get the names right "...Asmalia and Fenfuos" and with one go she gulped the remaining tribites as they fell down her mouth. She stood up looking at both seriously, then suddenly sighing and shrugging "Well, this one can guess why they are here. No time should be wasted, is not proper. This one will follow without resistance, but first... ..office is right over there" she pointed to a door on the right and slowly walked in. The office seemed fairly normal, with lots of books on Watrike biology ..perhaps more than even a doctor would need. One particularly interesting was a big red one called "A treatise on the Winged One" and a big green one called "The Manequin Species" with a watrike head calmly smiling as a galaxy popped out of its head. Both didn't seem like anything of the official books approved on Trikorn. She sat on her chair and waved her hand for the two agents to do so as well "This one has lot to tell, is time... ..perhaps is good too. Name is Ani Cerni"
"Hah, it wouldn't be the first time.."Mica dismissed with a sarcastic snicker Zirona's implications and quickly searched around for a good and discreet part of the fence she could cut without rising any suspicions. After a few quick and rather alerting glances she spotted the perfect spot for the deed ..it was not far from the guards and could be seen by all, perfect to make even the most inquisitive of rebs to not question her excuses she had prepared ever since they were back in the base. She casually strolled towards it with her gadgets in plain sight while humming loudly "The Bonnie Grey Saltire"'s tune, once she reached it she made herself comfortable and begun cutting the fence with a bored look in her face, still humming the annoying rebel tune.
Syndana picked the broken telecom from Zenos' hands looking at it with despair "Brand new, it was only my mother's ..but you're right your majesty, we can rebuilt everything unlike the rest benighted lummoxes of my species" the old lord Paxyan jumped up full of rage, almost spitting at Zenos' wonderful dragon suit as he shouted "WHAT DID YA SAY? See your glorious majesty, they use hexes and heretical words! Cogwitches!" his daughter once more grabbed her dad and pulled him back, telling her brother to "take dad out for a walk" Syndana returned smiling awkwardly "Forgive my father, even if he is right ..he lacks tact due to his age" Syndana still trying to fix the telecom device rolled her eyes. Both recollected the Emperor's wish and raised their fingers ready to inform the young master in one voice "Well, first there's Trotruadyana..." equally annoyed both looked at each other with almost intense hatred ..then out of nowhere they bursted in laughter, seems like Zenos had gotten himself married into a people as crazy as humans. Syndana made a discreet gesture for the Fergrangal lady to explain first while she kept pressing the device in hopes of opening it again and sparing herself from boring politics.
The young and muscular Fergrangal quickly recollected her posture and begun explaining "Well, we Fergrangals hail from the old homeworld nation of Othos, but have been colonials since as far as we can remember ..before even the Dark Ages, much like the death-defying Ashlanders which we lead! The Ashlands may be the youngest Ghashyr worlds but we sure aren't the least interesting ...we've survived in an iron land with iron will! Our main planet is Ruadya in the ends of the Cerulane, close to the mighty Stormlands, not something the etherless could understand what it means ..but anyway, we don't hold back out tongue or daggers and we're loyal to justice, something most lords do not value, but I see that you do" Syndana slightly amused with her telecom showing signs of life raised her eyebrows "She forgot to mention they like to hoard Arcalite like Valxes ..seems I fixed the microreactor!" the Ruadyan humphed in disapproval "We do have a lot of Arcalite, but our main product is Titanium ...titanium mines' smog covers our beautiful arrid ashlands, proof of our vast production and aid to the empire; you should really visit and see for yourself the magnificent and blinding salt desert of Eghys Ashyr, or the purple skeleton trees of Jaegala ...our sights are unmatched in all of the Talmyrox!" Syndana clicked her now functioning telecom device and turned it to show a stellar map pointing to a planet with her finger "Now it's my turn! This is Trottanda, or Rastaxys as we call it, big red and filled with giant scenic factoria. We love it since it's the only place that you find some reason, apparently others hate it ...anyway, we are merely the ones who take the titanium and with 'magic' like the 'spooky' titanium mills and the 'bewitched' assempling plants turn it with their heretical necromantic power into spare parts for all kinds of engines to keep the Talmyrox going." the Fergrangal smirked and playfully shoved Syndana to the side "We're not that backwards you bird-worshipper ..stop acting like a Taxata"
Thankfully for the big Taurus guard, the green couple soon got bored and went in a shady corner to make out celebrating their "victory", sparing him of their annoying presence. Sadly on the other side, the female Taurus guard was still being harassed by the persistent drunken suitor who now offered to join and fight forever with the Rangians in exhange for "milking the cow".
Sofya appeared mildly annoyed by the rude tutor's comeback but she would not satisfy his ego by showing anger in any manner "No thanks, we're fine here for now". She pretended to listen to the Anubite rant for a while until she suddenly raised her finger vigorously as if wanting to add an important detail to his narration "Please, I know my history, I don't require every detail to understand; I bet the Golden Dragons made it illegal for Anubite historians to go to Heord and pester them with random castle facts ..smart lizards! I'll copy their legislation when I get the foreign ministry next month. Hell, I'll make my own story when I rule instead of spending my entire life gasping at what other people did like you do, and then you will have to narrate my story yourself to some poor soul for an eternity. Let's ask Appa whose idea is better! APPA come please; This Anubite is boring beyond death, literally." she proudly beared a big smug smile, squinting her eyes and expecting the annoying coy to get enraged.
Ezron would be unable to read much of it, but he could recognize a few similar words like "Herod" and the symbol for Grand Drake; nevertheless most of the writing was too different from Heordal clawmarks to be understood. In the meanwhile Tarral's pompous pounce did have an effect as the boulder begun cracking until it split in two great pieces that fell in the warm sand with a thundering noise, revealing what was a giant dragon cave; Myrsa overwhelmed by emotion stepped inside the cave in silence...
It was quite stylish for any dragon really, with lots of worn out velvet banners and giant plaques of black fire-tarnished marble with delicate clawmark writing on them and baring each many a pompous dragon's bust clawed above the writing. In the end of the tunnel an enormous cave could be seen beneath and above adornished with over a hundred dragon skeletons hanging from the ceiling, positioned in a manner that they seemed as if they were either flying or nesting over the rocks ...all of them bearing degenerate jewelry on them ..but beneath ..there it was; Gold! Gold as far as the eye could see and of all variations ...myriads of coins, statues, pinchers and artifacts all shining like a sea of light. Myrsa could not help but gaze herself at the beauty of the clan's hoard, turning quite proudly towards her two fellow drakes "Have you ever seen a better cave than my clan's? This is what we did all we did ...home, our cave and clan. Gaze upon my ancestors flying in eternity ...Someday I will return here and join the flock"
However as Myrsa took pride on her clan, a shadow could be seen passing above the mounts of gold in the glimpse of an eye and suddenly the ground trembled before her; a white-scaled wild dragoness, slightly shorter and more delicate than the two Heordals appeared with her eyes full of fury; The dragoness snorted pure fire and stomped her feet, suddenly shouting "DEATH TO THE TRESSPASSERS! ANYONE WHO TOUCHES MY GOLD I WILL CRUSH THEIR TINY BONES AND FRY THEIR SOFT SKIN! Who dares... uh.. I... what-the-scale?" she started looking confused at Myrsa and then at the fact that two entire dragons were standing before her, she leaned close to Myrsa being unsure what had just occured "Sister ...what is this joke?" Myrsa patted her snoot to calm her and turned to Tarral and Ezron "I succeeded! They're here to help ..we'll get far away to Heord and be alive!" the dragoness seemed still unsure about the idea merely muttering "but the gold.." before Myrsa continued "This is Fair Tarral, my future mate if she stops being in denial ..and this is Ezron, he's a noble dragon. Tarral, Ezron ..this is Sar'ksassa Katak'sar, she goes by Sarxaxa Ym.." Sarxaxa abruptly moved the small ghashyr sister to the side with her paw "I can introduce myself little sister. Sarxaxa Ymbrel, owner of Ymbrel Group and the Bank of the Sun, glad to see dragons other than my family for a chance. Now... truly this is a peculiar situation."
With that out of the way, Myrsa went running right inside the cave slightly annoyed, leaving her sister to handle the newcomers.
Ilox was quite relaxed now, it was good to hear an admittance that Mitha didn't have the capacity to take on her fleet. Just to be sure however, she still had to keep up her own face of partial strength, "The fleet is indeed rather wounded right now, but we are still a war fleet, an experienced one too. Still, it is indeed good that we need not fight, we've fought too long as it is. I'll be happy to finally get in some sleep. Good to hear however that on your side you've got some hope for the future. Don't got too much of that right now, still figuring out what we want. But I've survived this long, so I'm gonna guess I ain't out of the game yet."
It did indeed seem they were in a similar situation, so Ilox was already feeling far less threatened. They likely couldn't waste their strength on attacking fleets like hers. But that bit about the miracle was interesting to apparently hear about, and cooperation was certainly something she needed right now. Not like she had many friends, so she couldn't turn it down. Besides, not like he was asking for things she couldn't give, at least to an extent, "Well that's a pretty good deal for me, friends and assistance would be greatly valued given my current lack of either. Plus it would be nice to hear about your miracle at some point, but I guess that'll happen with your Lore Keeper fellow. In the meanwhile, I can tell you all I know about the Hydra, although I'll tell you ahead of time that I don't know all too much, just the things we have in the databanks and some hearsay. As for learning more about my people, fine by me as well. After all, if one intends to give assistance, it's only reasonable both parties know a fair bit about eachother."
Through all of this Lynek has been listening to everything that has been going on. She didn’t think that this little gamble of the Baron’s would work… But these folks seem the more amicable sort. They certainly were not in the state to argue too with how banged up their fleet is… But Mithra made the right call in calming them down. She gathered that this was why he was a baron and she was still just an Operative.
Mithra seemed very pleased to hear that she was taking up his offer. He didn’t seem put off with the knowledge that she didn’t know much about the Hydra. Trustfully, Ilox likely knew far more than they did about the enemy they swore to hunt down. “Anything you can share about our enemy would be greatly appreciated, even rumours and hearsay is valuable.” He says as he starts to walk back into the grav-lift. There was a moment of static before he started to speak again “I’ glad you took me up on my offer. I might be able to finally learn the common tongue now that I have a good enough reason to stick at it. Plus I’m always interested in learning another culture, something we seldom get to do as nomads.”
Mithra walked back to the bridge while the Crews back on the asteroid's surface started to finish off the operation and delivering final rites to the dead. “Once we’ve tended to the dead and packed up camp I’d be happy to escort you and your fleet back to ours so you can hear of the miracle from the Lore Keeper himself. ”
Ilox was relieved to hear that she didn't need to provide concrete information, these folks really did seem desperate for any info at all on their enemy. She could work with that, and it did mean she could utilize the little information she had. Some of it solid, plenty of it far less so. All the same, it was good that it had value, "Well that is quite good then, means what I do know will be valuable all the same. I suppose I can tell your Lore Keeper or whomever else is interested the things I know." She then chuckled, speaking in a friendly fashion, "It is a good tongue to learn around here, if you want to trade properly! Won't get too far with the major powers in the general area without knowing it. And I'd be quite happy to teach of my own culture, as well as the cultures of those with me. We're a multi-cultural group. Plus, I am certainly interested in your insistence about Houses, and learning about your culture should explain that."
She then paused as she considered that, responding more carefully, "My fleet is not quite in a condition to move right now, the majority of it will stay here in Duxton to repair itself. But this vessel, my flagship, hasn't taken any truly serious damage. It is thus in condition to make a longer range travel. So I can take this vessel to see your Lore Keeper while the rest of my fleet stays here and gets back in shape, and then I'll get to meet your Lore Keeper so he can tell me about this miracle."
Luckily for Mayflower, Rauus seemed to be alright, getting up and straightening his back. He gave a nod to Mayflower, appreciating her little attempt to help, and then went over to treat the unhealthy spirit, leaning down next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. Zia was still immensely confused, but she did seem to be calming down, just trying to figure things out. Just shaking her head and mumbling, comforted seemingly by both Mayflower's words and the simple presence of Rauus, and so she avoided being consumed by anger. No, that would be Masquif, who's spiritual form began to glow dark red as he swelled with hatred at the defiant Ialao. Unlike her, he was a rather powerful being, so there was a small shockwave as his face curled up with rage and he yelled out, "Impudent, foolish, arrogant! You damned slaves really do have nothing going on in your worthless heads! And you find it a wonder that you are rightfully judged as little more than animals... Fine, I will tell you, and then maybe you will obtain an ounce of sense in your servile minds! This thing I am trying to control is a Soulus Bomb, the weapon that wiped out this world. If I do not control it, it will detonate again, as it does every seven days. An early detonation will kill you and prolong my imprisonment, so there's your self interest. The thing you are trying to protect is a result of this weapon and its function, so stop bringing it closer or it will go off again!"
Rauus grunted, standing up again and speaking up to the Psion, emulating Mayflower's defiant tone, "Apparently Eskalivi are just as terrible at listening as they are at basic ethics, because that's not nearly enough of an explanation! What is Zia? What is that bomb? And why are you apparently 'imprisoned' by it? If it is a simple magical bomb, I do not see why it would cause a phenomenon like a Ghost World!" He then turned and gave a smile to Mayflower, proud of her for standing up in the first place, and getting the Psion to actually start explaining things.
The Psion was clearly displeased, but with a glance to Zia, he snorted and spoke again, "Fine, damnable insects. You want the full explanation? Let us see if your formulaic minds can understand. This weapon, the Soulus Bomb, is not merely a magical explosive. It is much, much more than that. With a weapon like this, one can consume every soul on a planet! Unstoppable and inescapable, every soul on a planet where this bomb detonates is consumed by the bomb, in a glorious fashion. But such a weapon cannot be built by traditional means, it does not come from mortal factories or even magical forges. No, to create such a weapon, a soul is required. Only a Soul of such psionic power, such age, such emotion and memories can be used... Such as the soul of an Elder Psion. A soul, just. Like. Mine! You wonder why this bomb imprisons me? Because I am its fuel source! I was betrayed, my very soul snatched from me and put into this weapon! And the betrayer is there!" He pointed to Zia, anger in his face, "Or at least, his soul is within that monster! The thing you call 'Zia' is not just a soul. It is many, countless souls. That beast is the combined souls of every single being that was on this planet when the Soulus Bomb was detonated, smashed into one. They are prisoners, just like me. Additional fuel so the bomb can retain its power! Do you understand now? Are your small minds able to comprehend?! That beast is countless souls, so much concentrated power, and its memories fight within it for dominance! The personalities of countless souls, so suddenly thrown together, grapple for dominance. But over the many hundreds of years, some have come to the top. And inevitably, the winner will not be some deer, or a mutt, or a cow. It will be the very being who betrayed me, Alsimx'Ran! Are you so willing to let that bastard betrayer of mine go free?!"
The inefficient human car drove away soon after Nia and Cendri got out, as it had more work to do elsewhere on the planet. The driver would not soon get his replacement, so he'd have to survive for now with that truly deviant designed vehicle. Regardless, Cendri nodded his head to Nia, "Yes, is modern building, very important. Is police station for the area, houses rapid response groups as well as serving as the community armory. A central location for defense efforts in case of attack! Also location to give reports on unusual activity, such as street attack. Come, we go in." He then moved towards the large doors of the police station, which were of course reinforced metal doors, and he waited in front of it for a moment. Waving to a camera, the doors soon opened, allowing entry into the station. The first room was a simple lobby of sorts, with a waiting area and a desk where the front-Trike patiently waited. Cendri waved to them, and then moved on to grab a piece of paper. It was a paper one used to report an incident and record their own statements on the matter, and Cendri sat down at the lobby to start writing it, but as he did so he looked to Nia and spoke again, "Nia showed combat abilities, was impressive. Has that one taken warrior lessons?"
The two suited Watrike patiently waited for her to finish her bites, as they of course understood the necessity of a good snack. They then nodded and followed Ani to her office, observing her rather odd set of literature, those would need to be addressed for sure. Asmalia took the offered seat, placing her briefcase down. Fenfuos however did not sit on the chairs, and remained standing near the door, arms crossed as he looked about in observance. It was rather clear that Asmalia was the talker her, as she soon responded to the doctor, "Ani Cerni, yes. Smart one seems to have figured out why these ones are here. DNA sampling has made these ones require an investigation, as yours is inconsistent. And these ones know you hold a connection to certain special one, it is time to explain to these Drake servants." She looked over to her bookshelf again, narrowing her eyes at the big green book, "Interest in Winged One is notable, but this one does not recognize mannequin book. Not in local library, nor an official medical book. No Species of Mannequins is on record, does the Ani know of one?" The Purple Watrike did certainly seem curious, although also notably was cautious with Ani, due to having read the reports of what Nia had accomplished on her own. Fenfuos didn't seem quite as interested however, as the Red Watrike almost looked impatient, oddly enough not taking joy in his work.
Mica's rather overt and casual technique for staying hidden while being in plain sight worked out rather well. Her loud humming and completely casual demeanor meant that all the Confederate Soldiers say her and took notice, but with how obvious she was being, they assumed she was handling something official and moved on with their own duties. Others who were a bit more suspicious noticed those less caring folks just ignoring Mica in turn, and they felt weird about questioning something that everyone else seemed to just treat as normal. And so, they too just moved on with their own business. And so, Mica could comfortably cut the fence in peace, entirely undisturbed by her enemies who simply let it happen, all because she was in the right uniform and she was too openly normal to be suspicious. In time, she'd get through the fence and make a sizable enough hole. She could see just beyond the fence, hiding in the shrubbery, were Creerisk and Wilioa, waiting for their opportunity to use the new opening. And soon after, as if on que, there was a massive explosion further into the base. An arsenal building had gone up in flames, and all the confederates turned their attention to that. With this cover, Wilioa and Creerisk both ran over, moving through the cut fence to get into the compound, joining up with Mica. Creerisk looked around, and a dark grin appeared on his face, grim purpose in his voice as he spoke up, "Delviatu calls, this compound must be returned to nature. Rapidly. Let us begin the holy work, with joy." He then started laughing manically, picking out detonation charges from his belt and beginning to simply toss them at every building nearby.
With a much cooler head, Wilioa looked to Mica, "This one thanks you for entrance opening. Will take gunpowder fanatic and rendezvous with Selequ, and we shall make distraction via reactor assault. Good luck at the commander center with Zirona. Working time is now." She then powered up her plasma rifle, quickly firing a single shot at a Confederate Soldier who was about to yell out about the intruders, silencing him in an instant. It was rather difficult to yell with a hole in your neck after all. The Watrike then calmly advanced forward, far less clumsy in the battlefield, with Creerisk following behind, yelling prayers as he threw more bombs. Through the flames and chaos, Zirona had approached the Commander Center door. By the time Mica arrived, she was busy holding a knife to a human soldier's neck with one hand and her other hand channeling psionic energy into his head, forcing him to spill various access codes to avoid the two possible forms of violent death.
Zenos did find it rather fortunate that the Elder Lord went out for the walk, as he was a bit disruptive there, although Zenos couldn't blame him too much down to his age and likely high amounts of collected pride over his years. All the same, it was probably better for his own sake that Old Lord Paxyan stayed out of this talk, he'd get more information that way. His daughter certainly seemed more diplomatic. And as he listened to first the Fergrangal and then the Trottandan, he realized the two he was talking two were some rather important families. These weren't some minor worlds, he was effectively speaking with two major industrial families. Ruadya clearly provided many important metals, since while Arcalite took all the fame, an Empire could not run on just one metal. Titanium was an important metal, and likely far more important to the industrial complex than the gold was. Quite notable. Meanwhile Trottanda was the place where all those metals became products, going into factories and coming out as functional things. And, based on Syndana's words, probably also a major world for research and development too, if she was correct about them being the only ones who cared about reason and therefore potentially innovation. Returning to the conversation, Zenos smiled to both of them, "Seems then you two combined are the industrial backbone of this Empire. Both quite valuable worlds, and it seems you are also both some of the families most open with your stances and beliefs. Rather impressive! I'll have to visit both of your worlds sometime soon, although I suspect I shall need to bring a gas mask to both if I want to see the mines and factories that are the pride of the worlds. Although, I hope you are willing to humor some of my curiosities about your two families, as I've noticed some rather standout features and I'd be remiss not to address them." He looked to the Fergrangal first, "I noticed early on at the announcements of my arrival a difference in how your family reacted to me and to the Talmyr. Simple nods to Myrafiora, and bows to me, which I assume is down to my title of Myresenmyr, which I have figured out that your family owes fealty to the Myresenmyr and is not quite as fond as the title of Talmyr. Could you tell me why? As you might have guessed from the pinkish skin, I am missing some context there." And then, Zenos looked to Syndana with his second question, "And for Trottanda, I'd like to ask about something you probably think is rather obvious. Your costume, being more avian than draconic, it stands out. I assume this has something to do with the culture of Trottanda?"
As one Taurus found relief and peace, the other grew more annoyed. Sadly she was ordered not to crush any skulls, so that option was off the table. His offer was insulting on its own, as she could tell he didn't have what it takes anyways. Although that gave her an idea, as she then gave a hand signal to another close-by Rangian, a male Taurus of considerable size even for his own kind. They moved to swap positions, and the Male stood in front of the Ghashyr sailor, looking down at him and smiling, speaking simply, "So somebody thinks they can run with the Rangians, hm?" The Female watched from afar, both to keep an eye on her own position and see how the sailor handled this.
Sofya's Taurus minder came over at the Princess's request, coming over to Sofya's side. Appa was not particularly interested in this exchange, but of course she was bound to support her charge. That and as a proud Rangian, it wasn't like she was particularly fond of Anubites herself, "Certainly more worthwhile to be the one written about, rather than being the poor sod who has to write a story they'll never live for themselves!" She then grinned, while the Anubite rolled his eyes, having heard that particular insult plenty of times before. The Jackal spoke rather calmly in response, "And if you actually did some reading, you'd know how tired that idea is. Plenty of rulers have said it, and they don't even get chapters in the textbooks. But I suppose I will enjoy adding your name to the long list of Talmyrs and Zantine Emperors, one more among countless many. I wonder if my ancient spirit will even remember this in the times to come. Although, on that note, clearly this topic bores you, so how about I move onto something more interesting. Perhaps a summary of what happened to the smart lizards on this planet?"
The two Heordals marched themselves into the cave, rather interested in seeing what a Valx Cave would look like in comparison to a Heordal one. It was of particular interest to Ezron, as he was a Cave Dragon himself so he had seen plenty of caves and had his preferences. Getting inside, the Red Dragon was rather impressed with the style, enjoying the clawmarks, tunnels, and of course the gold. While Ezron was no greedy Drake, he still appreciated the value of a good horde for a good cave. It really wasn't home without it. Tarral meanwhile liked the banners and plaques, although as a Village Dragon herself she wasn't all too fond of the tunnels and cave system, it feel rustic to her. But as a more business minded Dragoness, Tarral could much more appreciate the sheer display of wealth more than Ezron. So she gave a nod in satisfaction at it, as it was an acceptable haul for a Dragon Clan of such apparent status as Myrsa's.
Sarxaxa's fiery arrival did surprise both Heordals, but they calmed down quickly as they remembered that Myrsa had siblings and wasn't the only Valx here. That and Tarral noted that this Dragoness was smaller, likely less developed due to being trapped in this cave all her life, and so she wasn't as threatened. It was certainly a notable introduction, and Tarral was the first to speak. Albeit because she yelled in fluster at Myrsa as she ran off, "I am not in denial, licentious beast! Control your lust!" With a grunt, she then turned to Sarxaxa, recovering her composure and speaking plainly, "Well met then, Sarxaxa! As Myrsa said, I am Lady Tarral, and this is Ezron. We are here to help you. We brought a cargo ship as well as medical supplies, with which we can transport your bodies, possessions, and even life support! A Draconic doctor has come as well! Should find a way to help with this life threatening condition Myrsa mentioned, one way or another. Personally I am quite happy to have this interesting chance to find other Dragons!"
The next to speak was Ezron, who of course was more measured, "Well met, Lady Sarxaxa! I do recognize your name as part of the nobility and as controlling of the banks. As Tarral said, we have brought means to assist. Which includes moving your horde, if you wish. I can quite understand the desire to keep one's gold in their cave of residence. Although, I must ask, why are you currently in your Dragon body? I understand from Myrsa that you control both, but is it not dangerous to go into the Dragon form while your Ghashyr body is out and about?"
So the rest of them would follow later once she found out if Mithra was upfront with his offer and his House was okay to follow around, that is what Mithra took away from what she said. It was perfectly sensible. He wouldn't want to put his people amidst too many unknowns with travelling beside a fleet of Nomad's they don't know. "Understandable, I wouldn't want to land my people amongst some kindly strangers I just met until I got the bigger picture either." He muses before he reaches the bridge "Well I can certainly explain what I can about Houses. You see our race was once made up of dozens of different Houses before the Whirlwind drove us from our original system... Our Houses all had different jobs and purposes. For example there was House of Rains, they were a smaller house but represented a form of religious leadership back before the Whirlwind. They originally came up with a prophecy that announced that our penultimate leader would be chosen by our god 'The Great Machine', blessed with the light. He would come forward and heal and unite all Houses before being crowned the Kell of Kells."
The grav-lift started to buzz with activity as the crews below had finally cleared up the ramshackle defenses they had set up. Including the large gun they placed down there to keep other ships from getting too close. The last of the transports started to board the Ketch too now as the blue beam that touched down on the asteroid's surface retracted, crackling into nothing as it was finally turned off.
From everything Mithra explained just then he said that there was a prophecy that one of his people would become this mighty warrior leader of legend... From the sounds of it this may have something to do with the miracle he was talking about earlier. "It won't take us terrible long to meet up with the rest of our House. An hours trip at most at warp at the earliest. To meet the lore keeper we'll need to go to the Luminesia, a Live Ship we picked up recently. Oh right, a 'Live Ship' is a converted passenger liner we scavenge or buy and use as a place for our civilian population to live and grow agricultural goods and such. Even ether production, though we haven't encountered anything like the natural ether that's in this galaxy... It tastes odd."
Having this machine scream at her in another language while alarms go off were not helpful in the slightest. But she did get the idea that she wasn’t going to stay alive much longer unless she does something. So she placed her hand against the glass and ran her Psionic energy through it, with that she instantly shattered the glass and pulled it all away so it wouldn’t end up cutting this mystery woman.
She catches her and helps pull that medical crap off of her face so she could breath herself. Though the language barrier was going to be a huge pain in the ass if she didn’t know how to speak basic… No harm in asking. “You okay?”
As Liline jokes to Sephus not to ditch her for one of the Creach women, he entertains the idea of teasing her back. But he doesn’t, even if he had to admit a woman that can kick his ass played into his tastes nicely. It was what initially got him infatuated in Liline before he learned more about her and she grew on him. Even without the suit she had she’s been quite the badass. “I like you better than them so not likely. If I could use my powers I’d win, with you. Eeeh you would win against me.” He says looking away as he scratches his cheek sheepishly.
Once they arrived and Liline spilled about not entirely being truthful with him, he didn’t seem that mad. In fact he was rather curious. Especially since he heard the word ‘Clockwork’ in there. Seph just smiles down at her and takes her hand in both of his as he holds it all tender like, rubbing one of his thumbs across the back of her hand, smiling softly as he tries to get her to ease up “Hey it's okay, I’m not mad or anything. It was already up in the air that you were going to get a new arm eventually. Though it was me mainly saying I’d get you one, even so. I don’t mind. This is for you, if you want an arm from here then I’ll back you up hun. 100%. Or I’ll help us get away fast enough if we can’t afford it” That last part he says jokingly as he smiles down at her.
Once the test was over and Mister Tamour started to talk to them about how well they did, Yajana felt silly that she let her guard down like that. Though this was a feeling that both Xernus and Zemia shared as well, with Sieg feeling rather proud of herself but being extremely quiet because she didn't want Aloni calling her out. Though she did look alittle proud of herself. Though all of them would all sound off with a 'Thank you Sir'
Mel looked proudly to the other broodmothers as they made it this far. Especially Yajana. She quickly checks with Tamour before speaking out to the Broodmothers "I am very proud of all of you. You have gone above and beyond what I asked of all of you. I hope you'll continue to be an example for ur people going forward."
"Well technically he isn't. Only Stran is my real brother, but we were all raised together, we're family." She says as she looks back to him over her shoulder to watch him get up on the bed. A small smirk curling on her lip as he started to massage her body, to keep Rovin on his toes she certainly didn't try to hide the satisfaction of how wonderful it felt to have the tense of the last week being worked away.
As he started to ask about the tattoo's it brought back some fun memories. She smiles as she laid her head to the side, looking up at him "Close on the serial numbers. It's one they gave us when we were born into Project Sin." But from the looks of it these numbers were into the high thousands... Before he could pry into that thought she speaks up as he mentions the ship "Aaaah the Flare Regalia. At one point I actually ran with a group of pirates in a small system wide pirate gang that flew in a Solar sailor, it was mostly just us being annoying, we weren't much of real pirates... But that was just after I woke up from stasis sleep. I needed the escape, and they offered the most fun at the time. I ran with that crew a long time... I think I still know where that old solar sailor is too. It's a relic out here but... Heh. It would be fun taking it for another spin."
Zether watched his niece fit the tailguard before seeing the gems fitted in it glow in response to him, hearing the brief explanation of how he should use the gems and knowing that he shouldn't use the one that enhances fire. Though that was before he saw the magic missile hit the sudden barrier that auto activated before he could reach out and grab the missile himself... He was rather impressed that it worked so smoothly and without needing his involvement. "That... Is a wonderful shield." He says as he smiles over to Azultiri before he focuses on making a single hand made of energy, a single flash of black energy in his eyes he moves it to give a pat to her head before it vanishes "Oooh these work like a treat. I didn't think they'd work this smoothly. But I am astounded by how well they work. Wonderful craftsmanship I'd say."
Forthammer upon the ether seas they see, a silver-jet-black ship etched with symbols they haven’t seen in the hue of blood. Its shape construed to that similar to a knife with multiple ends. Its cannons slowly traversing to its broadside to aim directly at the Woodrow. Forthammer would fire a barrage at Woodrow deliberately trying not to damage Dernby. Even then if Dernby would attempt to engage evasive maneuvers another ship would arrive from their side, silently waiting for this moment in order to strike by surprise, and strike by surprise Sheepskin did. Unbeknownst to Dernby and Woodrow that a second ship was hiding beyond their horizons, suddenly attacked them out of nowhere.
Sheepskin was treading at moderate speed towards the Dernby’s aft in order to disable their radio communications system as well as shooting its front-facing autocannons at Woodrow to disable their own radio communications system as well in order to stop them from doing any call for help in this expanse of space they are in. Their main goal is to acquire the Kyridium shipment within Dernby’s cargo/storage area, of course, if all goes to shıte they have no choice but to destroy every ship, but even then it’s a win-win situation for both the JRA and those Owlheads that approached the Jarl from earlier.