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Hoshizora RMB

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Largest Information Technology Sector: 160th Most Scientifically Advanced: 183rd Largest Black Market: 209th+39
Most Valuable International Artwork: 279th Highest Average Incomes: 312th Highest Wealthy Incomes: 369th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 415th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 478th Smartest Citizens: 509th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 516th Most Subsidized Industry: 538th Most Corrupt Governments: 618th Highest Economic Output: 653rd Fattest Citizens: 664th Largest Governments: 703rd Largest Mining Sector: 722nd Most Nations: 736th Highest Poor Incomes: 737th Lowest Crime Rates: 789th Largest Publishing Industry: 796th Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry: 898th Most Advanced Public Education: 942nd Largest Retail Industry: 948th Largest Furniture Restoration Industry: 984th Largest Soda Pop Sector: 1,005th Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector: 1,020th Most Avoided: 1,027th Most Inclusive: 1,097th Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 1,148th Most Cultured: 1,159th Most Developed: 1,162nd Rudest Citizens: 1,196th Largest Basket Weaving Sector: 1,229th Most Secular: 1,265th Highest Disposable Incomes: 1,319th Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,344th Largest Insurance Industry: 1,345th Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 1,589th Largest Cheese Export Sector: 1,604th Most Advanced Law Enforcement: 1,897th Largest Pizza Delivery Sector: 1,923rd Most Armed: 2,091st
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Embassies: Elcor, Golden Dragons, The Empire of Tamriel, Axiom Supercluster, The Erviadus Galaxy, Terra Magna, Realm of the Whispering Winds, The Exalted Lands, Elvarya, Rostil, Arconian Empire, The Local Cluster, The Alterran Republic, Aorda, The Milky Way Galaxy, Avadam Inn, and 13 others.Zentari, Gholgoth, Eladen, Astyria, Meillur, The Hole To Hide In, The Forgotten Lands, World Conference, Skyreach, Ancerious Galactic, The Raxus Empire, The Astral Union, and The Alterran Confederacy.

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Hoshizora contains 21 nations, the 736th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Largest Trout Fishing Sector in Hoshizora

The World Census conducted frenzied haggling with fishmongers in order to determine which nations have the largest fishing industries.

As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 6,936th in the world for Largest Trout Fishing Sector.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Militarized Republic of Tradus 21HDemocratic Socialists“Republic, United”
2.The Celestial Imperium of The AlicornsCivil Rights Lovefest“Imperium aeterna.”
3.The Theocracy of TetragramDemocratic Socialists“May God Protect Our People”
4.The Restored Empire of PozaniaCorporate Bordello“Tradition, Family, and Unity”
5.The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony RepublicCorrupt Dictatorship“Only united may we reach.”
6.The Anarchy of BayanelokaviIron Fist Consumerists“If not we, then who?”
7.The Empire of Bezannia of TriporeaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“May the moon never set upon the Bez!”
8.The Great Space Bazaar of IammelonCapitalist Paradise“The Nebula Stands Strong, United, and Free!”
9.The Nomadic Peoples of House of VengeanceDemocratic Socialists“We will rise from our ashes, in the light once more”
10.The Star Confederal Council of EdaltInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Prosperity in Cooperation”
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House of Vengeance wrote:Baron Mithra stood in the impromptu camp that his people set up around the Grav-lift. Watching as his crew started to loud up supplies while bodies were being brought out of the ship to be laid to rest where they could. This asteroid was really big, thought it lacked an atmosphere which wasn't a problem for them as long as they had enough Ether to breath, so there was no pressure for where to lay the dead to rest. His gaze drifted from the graves to the far off bridge as light flickers from the Servitors accessing the Firstborn database on the vessel and copying everything onto the Ketch's remote network. Mithra didn't like doing all this... It made his flesh itch with unease. Though he was glad that he could give these brave souls their final rites as they laid so far away from home. Never to know the warmth of their sun again... A pain his people have known for countless generations since 'The whirlwind'. A time where insurmountable darkness destroyed their home and doomed them to be nothing more than nomads until a new home would be found... "Next time the master of secrets asks me to do these kinds of Op's I'll tell him to suck on my Ketch's exhaust vent. Taking from those who fought bravely is deplorabl-" Before he could finish his sentence, a small pocket servitor whizzed out from his clothing to display a holographic image of Lynek.

"Baron Mithra we have a problem!" She begins to exclaim before the holographic image changes to the image of the OMNI battlebarge coming towards them from a massive distance away. "We detected a fleet on long range coming into the system. The fleet looked to be damaged and course suggested that they were heading into the system to make repairs. But one of the vessels is not making its way towards us. It appears to be damaged as well but we have no idea what their armaments or specs are... What should we do?"

Time was short, this new vessel didn't match the one they were currently scavenging from but it could easily be one of these aliens allies. Naturally ones allies would look down on people looting them. A sentiment he agreed upon even if it was for the good of the fleet... The easy option here was to simply run with what they had gathered. But too many teams were still inside the carrier, it would take too long to evacuate everyone. "Tell all teams we have possible enemies incoming. Take what they can and move their way back to the Ketch, we may need to fight if things go badly... Do we have info from the alien's database?"

"Hold on..." Several moments tick by as Mithra looks out into the black expanse, watching the distant battle barge grow ever closer to their position. "They hail from some Empire called 'Iammelon'. The logo suggests they're from 'Omnipo'. Whatever that is... Perhaps a house? I don't have a complete translation to work with here... But from the looks of it these guys are advanced. What are you planning?"

Hearing this notion that these 'Iammelon' people are more advanced than themselves. He hoped that they have a form of universal translator like they have come into contact with from their numerous raids on pirates and slavers in the western galactic fringes. So the choice was simple. "I'm going to talk to them of course. I detest what we came here to do no matter the good it can do in the future. Now open a channel."

Lynek was silent for a moment before she opened a channel, she thought that this was a terrible idea. It was far too straight forward, she preferred to do things from the shadows and handle matters in the background... But Mithra was far too straightforward, it wouldn't matter if she did anything to stop his complaining. She had to travel back to the fleet with him. "The channel is opened Baron Mithra."

He held his micro-servitor up so that he could speak into it clearly. He had no idea if these aliens could even translate Eliksni to whatever language they spoke. But he did know some of this 'Basic' that he learned from the pirate databases they took as trophy while returning what they could to the colonies they came from. So he will try and give their translator some slack by trying to correctly use basic alongwith his language.

Though as he started to speak, everything he said in basic was said slowly, he only had a limited knowledge of the language and did his best to learn what he could. But every word he had learned thus far had some significance to him knowing them. Like some phrases."...[Attention] approaching vessel, I am [Baron] Mithra of [the House of] Vengeance. Our scavenging is [not] maliciously done. The [alien dead] that [rest] here are being given [last] rites... [They are so far from their star]. We do this because our [House] needs these supplies, I understand that you may think us as simple scavengers and filth for desecrating the [dead]... I [would] too in this situation. But we Eliksni are not so low... It is an unfortunate necessity... So let us talk."

The Battlebarge continued to move forward, and aboard the bridge one of the officers turned to Commander Ilox, "Ma'am, they're opening a communications channel, looks like they are willing to talk after all. I'll patch it through to your command console. They seem to be using the standard trade language, although they don't seem to grasp it all too well... Still, it's enough to be generally understandable, and the translation algorithms can fill in the blanks. To the best of their ability, at least, based on context. Their true language isn't in our records, guess we can assume these aren't Hadasti, Elisians, or anybody else we know. They're new, perhaps a recently emerged civilization?"

Sitting back down in her command chair, Ilox looked to the officer and shook her head, "They don't exactly look primitive. Got a decent grasp of Trade Basic, so they've obtained that information from somewhere. But more importantly, their tech is rather clearly not that amateurish. If I had to guess, they're likely either isolationists, long range scavengers, or nomads. In all instances, we can probably negotiate. Now, quiet down, time to give our response." She gave a wave, and then looked to her command console.

Ilox decided that, to show she wasn't aggressive, she would take off her helmet. After all, a figure in power armor with a cracked visor on the helmet might give off more of a pirate impression, and she didn't want to show herself as such. With her helmet off, she revealed herself as a human female, with long brown hair and brown eyes to match. She hit a few buttons on her console, and gave her response to Mithra, "Baron Mithra, this is Commander Ilox of OMNI Battle Fleet Hokaris. Well, former OMNI. I am willing to talk, although you'll have to forgive me if I am not so trusting of your assurances that you are not desecrating the dead. However I can understand such urgency, as we are also here due to requirement. My fleet is damaged after multiple encounters with pirates, and we intend to repair ourselves on the old facility here. But note that we are still quite well armed and ready for a fight. Your House of Vengeance is not known to me, let's hear some more. And I'd also like to know why you need to scavenge in a system left as a memorial." She was uncertain about how truthful they were being, especially given the rather ominous name of this House, but she would take this chance to talk regardless. Avoiding a fight was important here, especially if this batch of scavengers had many more friends in bigger ships elsewhere who could come and take revenge if a battle broke out.

Iammelon wrote:The Battlebarge continued to move forward, and aboard the bridge one of the officers turned to Commander Ilox, "Ma'am, they're opening a communications channel, looks like they are willing to talk after all. I'll patch it through to your command console. They seem to be using the standard trade language, although they don't seem to grasp it all too well... Still, it's enough to be generally understandable, and the translation algorithms can fill in the blanks. To the best of their ability, at least, based on context. Their true language isn't in our records, guess we can assume these aren't Hadasti, Elisians, or anybody else we know. They're new, perhaps a recently emerged civilization?"

Sitting back down in her command chair, Ilox looked to the officer and shook her head, "They don't exactly look primitive. Got a decent grasp of Trade Basic, so they've obtained that information from somewhere. But more importantly, their tech is rather clearly not that amateurish. If I had to guess, they're likely either isolationists, long range scavengers, or nomads. In all instances, we can probably negotiate. Now, quiet down, time to give our response." She gave a wave, and then looked to her command console.

Ilox decided that, to show she wasn't aggressive, she would take off her helmet. After all, a figure in power armor with a cracked visor on the helmet might give off more of a pirate impression, and she didn't want to show herself as such. With her helmet off, she revealed herself as a human female, with long brown hair and brown eyes to match. She hit a few buttons on her console, and gave her response to Mithra, "Baron Mithra, this is Commander Ilox of OMNI Battle Fleet Hokaris. Well, former OMNI. I am willing to talk, although you'll have to forgive me if I am not so trusting of your assurances that you are not desecrating the dead. However I can understand such urgency, as we are also here due to requirement. My fleet is damaged after multiple encounters with pirates, and we intend to repair ourselves on the old facility here. But note that we are still quite well armed and ready for a fight. Your House of Vengeance is not known to me, let's hear some more. And I'd also like to know why you need to scavenge in a system left as a memorial." She was uncertain about how truthful they were being, especially given the rather ominous name of this House, but she would take this chance to talk regardless. Avoiding a fight was important here, especially if this batch of scavengers had many more friends in bigger ships elsewhere who could come and take revenge if a battle broke out.

As the battlebarge grew closer it could see several fighters patrolling around the strange and alien vessel along with what could be some sort of transports came to and from the large ship they all came from while a single light pierced the asteroids surface... A grav-lift. Looked to be that they were gathering up what they could find. The ship was not new, it had it fair share of battle scars that held their own meanings as they were patched up.

Soon they might be close enough to see if their systems weren't too badly damaged to notice the graves and last rites being performed on those they could find in the derelict nearby. It would be then that Mithra would begin to speak again as his translator got him what the aliens said in response. "Scavenging the memorial... A place of honoured dead who fought bravely for countless lives, was not my idea. This sacrilege..." There was venom in his words before he continued. Whether fake or not he certainly sounded genuine about this. "... It is not what my former house stood for. But it is a necessity... Two fold. To gather supplies for trade and ways to aid our fleet. And to gather information on a complete language index and intel on possible allies for the future... As you no doubt think, our house name is an ominous one. It is not without purpose... We name ourselves this because an enemy so vast brought our people to the brink of collapse after we had already faced an extinction level event after our God abandoned us, it drove us from our ancient home long ago. A hydra of the void, a beast so cunning and vile it enslaves all those it see's as worthy. While destroying all others that are weak and not fit to exist." He was more than upfront with her. Something that seemed to get him one of his subordinates yelling in his ear about he shouldn't be telling them so much so carefreely.

Mithra had to admit, he didn't know what to make of these aliens... He knew of their species. He saw many like them amongst pirates and traders... An old word in basic popped into his head. 'Humanity'. "Our House is born from three smaller houses, it was ten years ago. The House of Forges, House of Shadows and the House of Broken Dreams. We came together after being caught in a pirate trap after they hijacked our nursery ships, looking to sell our newborns into slavery without any knowledge of our species biology, and murdering our scouts. We joined forces and sought out the pirate base to destroy them... We fought bravely and reclaimed what they stole. But then it arrived. An immense being, a beast with 9 heads with eyes like sapphire stars all glaring from the vast distance in the infinite black... Wounds in space opened as we were assailed by pale creatures with tubes in their bodies. They all looked so similar to each other..." If Omni had access to the records of when Erox tried to butt in when they stole some broodmothers from Excave after the war, they would remember that the strange flesh soldiers Erox brought were pale flash made clones of human soldiers that touched the strange grey goop that was left around. "Our leaders, our Kells all told us to run as the three of them, the strongest, fiercest and most cunning of us all... They were all killed the instant they started to turn the tide by some vile magic. He destroyed several of our ships before letting us flee. Not even seeing us as worthy enough to finish off."

"Our people would have likely fallen into extinction willingly if our situation grew any bleeker... Until a miracle occured. But I'm prattling now, as my operative from the Scout section is so eager to shout at me. I hope this at least sates your curiosity about our house. I hope I am not being too rude to ask if I can hear about yours." Mithra certainly wanted to avoid getting into a fight here, he wanted to get back so he could chew out the master of secrets for putting him in this situation in the first place.

Necunda wrote:Yosgel would look at Fendi while nodding on some of his statements with him rather confused on the last long statement he made rather concerning about the souls in the nebula and what seems to be the names of their deities? It’s quite peculiar to hear that but would set it aside for now. Yosgel would tell Fendi that he has to talk to his partner and also his superior about this, but it will be short. The short ramblings can be heard with them being in the corner, with Yosgel and his partner looking at them with short glances from time to time. They did not come with any agreement and so apologized again to Lord Fendi that he has to call his superiors.

Rhaian would be rather interested on the concept of afterlife in Anubite culture and would confident walk towards Lord Fendi, with her seemingly not intimidated by her rank, position, aura or anything. “I’ve overheard about something regarding the afterlife in your culture, maybe you can enlighten me more? I may be a relic archivist by trade by im also a cultural archivist. Our good old friend, Yosgel over there is currently talking to his superiors about it. ” the Anubite can clearly saw the genuine curiosity and thirst for knowledge that Rhaian is emanating. Yosgel would be seemingly distressed this entire time as it seems his superiors are shouting at him on the other line, presumably because they are encountering someone they haven’t met before, it would have been more reasonable if it was the Athaillians or those Bezannians, but an entirely different civilization and then there own tech on the planet? It seems that the organization is now being tested on how they will respond to this and Yosgel has to act the mediator in order for both sides to agree.

Yosgel would wait for the small talk between Rhaian and Lord Fendi to end before he walks towards him. May I excuse you two both, Lord Fendi I have a counterproposal, but don’t get me wrong, im also in the same game with you on your own proposal but my superiors feel different. Our counterproposal’s terms is this, every year we switch ownership of the beacon box, of course this sounds ludicrous but my superiors have told me they will take care of everything, from the hauling to the security and all the expenses, although they only require one trusted Anubite to take charge of the entire operation, keep in mind this is the only time we’re going to allow a foreigner to have a position of power in our own government, since we are somewhat isolationist. He sighs and would drink from his flask, “Apologies for that but this is a situation we didn’t expect to happen so pardon the consumption of alcohol… While we respect the importance of this artifact to you as it is a relic of your family’s history this item is also a relic of a past that we never knew, maybe the Aldfenriss knew about it too but we doubt it. An artifact that surpasses that of 2 civilizations on this planet is something that we cannot let go, and by we, them.” He glances at the machine whilst talking to him then back to Lord Fendi. He paces around the room thinking of something, clearly in distress in irritated on a counterproposal so possible. “Rhaian, do you have a fabricator on your ship? We’ll just replicate the artifact and call it a day.” Rhaian would look at him confused as if he’s dumb. “You know he higher-ups would want to know the authenticity and would check if the material’s age matches with what was reported.” Yeah that’s right, all artifacts are checked for their genuineity, the last time a false artifact was given was only a decade ago and the one who found it was dishonored. “Can we just you know, cover it with the ma-” Quickly stopped by Rhaian as if she knew what he was thinking. “The temple has a discrepancy of some few hundred years against the box

Yosgel and Rhaian wants to give the artifact to Lord Fendi, but returning empty handed would mean their professions and status in society.

Fendi was not exactly surprised about the fact he had to go talk to his superiors, as he could guess that the presence of Anubites here rather complicated their mission. As such he was not offended by the fact that this was required, giving a nod of understanding and letting him go off to call without issue. He didn't make any attempts at eavesdropping, deciding it would be rather uncouth, and instead stayed where he was. This of course meant he was easily approached by Rhaian and her curiosity about their concept of the afterlife. Fendi did seem pleased to see that she was interested, as Anubites enjoyed when other races took interest in their theology, "I suppose I can, Rhaian. We Anubites have a rather intimate relation with the afterlife and the souls that dwell within it, for the simple reason that we have our direct connection in the form of spirit mystics. From our understanding, there is a distinct split between the realm of life and the realms of death. Not just one place in the afterlife, but rather a few different planes, with distinct purposes. All with purposes held by four distinct gods, the true gods. Universal beings of total power, completely beyond our perception and comprehensions. As such they have gained titles, as their names are beyond us. The Judge, the Mother, the Son, and the Glutton. All in a struggle for souls and the spiritual balance of the universe, with little regard for the mortals they fight over. Only the Judge aims to maintain universal balance, and we Anubites attempt to maintain spiritual balance. For the sake of the universe. As for the realms of the Afterlife itself, I can discuss that as well." He gestured however to Yosgel as he was waiting, "But I'll have to talk about that another time, as well as talk about more of the gods. Later however, work first."

He then turned to Yosgel proper, indicating that it was alright for him to approach. He clearly was not very happy with that proposal, frowning and shaking his head, "No. Switching ownership over the course of a year is a terrible idea, for multiple reasons. First of all, that is yearly, long range transport for a very old artificial. It is dangerous to its integrity, and it would require more than merely a year in-between transfers to make that workable. Secondly, perhaps you cannot let go because it is ancient to you, but consider for a moment how I cannot come back without it either! I will not be the Fasuldi who gives up family relics to an untrusted foreign power. No offense is meant there, but we simply do not know you nearly well enough to give away Fasuldi property! Your superiors quite clearly don't seem to get it." He then quieted down, sighing as he forcefully relaxed himself. He was still quite stern, but he spoke more calmly now, "My apologies for the out burst, but it does still stand that I cannot give away family property. However I do empathize with your position, and I understand that to your people returning my property is its own type of surrender to a foreigner. That is why I made my previous offer of information. But I would indeed prefer a amicable agreement. So, I cannot allow the box to go, but is there anything else your superiors would be satisfied with?"

House of Vengeance wrote:As the battlebarge grew closer it could see several fighters patrolling around the strange and alien vessel along with what could be some sort of transports came to and from the large ship they all came from while a single light pierced the asteroids surface... A grav-lift. Looked to be that they were gathering up what they could find. The ship was not new, it had it fair share of battle scars that held their own meanings as they were patched up.

Soon they might be close enough to see if their systems weren't too badly damaged to notice the graves and last rites being performed on those they could find in the derelict nearby. It would be then that Mithra would begin to speak again as his translator got him what the aliens said in response. "Scavenging the memorial... A place of honoured dead who fought bravely for countless lives, was not my idea. This sacrilege..." There was venom in his words before he continued. Whether fake or not he certainly sounded genuine about this. "... It is not what my former house stood for. But it is a necessity... Two fold. To gather supplies for trade and ways to aid our fleet. And to gather information on a complete language index and intel on possible allies for the future... As you no doubt think, our house name is an ominous one. It is not without purpose... We name ourselves this because an enemy so vast brought our people to the brink of collapse after we had already faced an extinction level event after our God abandoned us, it drove us from our ancient home long ago. A hydra of the void, a beast so cunning and vile it enslaves all those it see's as worthy. While destroying all others that are weak and not fit to exist." He was more than upfront with her. Something that seemed to get him one of his subordinates yelling in his ear about he shouldn't be telling them so much so carefreely.

Mithra had to admit, he didn't know what to make of these aliens... He knew of their species. He saw many like them amongst pirates and traders... An old word in basic popped into his head. 'Humanity'. "Our House is born from three smaller houses, it was ten years ago. The House of Forges, House of Shadows and the House of Broken Dreams. We came together after being caught in a pirate trap after they hijacked our nursery ships, looking to sell our newborns into slavery without any knowledge of our species biology, and murdering our scouts. We joined forces and sought out the pirate base to destroy them... We fought bravely and reclaimed what they stole. But then it arrived. An immense being, a beast with 9 heads with eyes like sapphire stars all glaring from the vast distance in the infinite black... Wounds in space opened as we were assailed by pale creatures with tubes in their bodies. They all looked so similar to each other..." If Omni had access to the records of when Erox tried to butt in when they stole some broodmothers from Excave after the war, they would remember that the strange flesh soldiers Erox brought were pale flash made clones of human soldiers that touched the strange grey goop that was left around. "Our leaders, our Kells all told us to run as the three of them, the strongest, fiercest and most cunning of us all... They were all killed the instant they started to turn the tide by some vile magic. He destroyed several of our ships before letting us flee. Not even seeing us as worthy enough to finish off."

"Our people would have likely fallen into extinction willingly if our situation grew any bleeker... Until a miracle occured. But I'm prattling now, as my operative from the Scout section is so eager to shout at me. I hope this at least sates your curiosity about our house. I hope I am not being too rude to ask if I can hear about yours." Mithra certainly wanted to avoid getting into a fight here, he wanted to get back so he could chew out the master of secrets for putting him in this situation in the first place.

It was certainly an interesting little scavenging operation in the eyes of the Iammelonians, seeing the grav-lift which they assumed was bringing up all the salvaged and usable materials they could find. With the transports handling the movement of the personnel. An effective operation, but of course what was quite important was seeing that the aliens did seem to be burying the dead respectfully. That certainly made this situation less problematic than it would be otherwise, easing the worries of the crew. The fact they seemed quite displeased about having to do this helped as well, so the crew was more settled now in general.

Ilox meanwhile was listening closely to Baron Mithra, both to make sure she got all the information that was being shared but also listening to see how genuine he was being, as that was important for whether or not he was telling the truth. The fact he was being quite upfront and seemingly honest was a good thing to her, and so she responded, "Well it is good you are at least not happy about having to take from the dead, but I suppose I cannot blame you too much if you do this for the sake of survival. Gathering information is sensible as well, and I can appreciate it in particular given how I am myself now in some unfamiliar space. I know this system, but I do not know nearly enough about the general region to be comfortable. Fortunately for you, we are not enemies, as we are no pirates or servants to any dark being."

"As for your House, seems then you are an alliance of necessity for survival. Rather unfortunate that you had to go through such a bad series of events, and be forced from your homes. For that, I can sympathize. As for this dark entity you describe, the Hydra of the Void, I believe I know what you mean. Only one notable encounter, being with attempted sabotage at some facilities back in our homeland. Trying to kidnap some individuals of interest, broodmothers taken in a battle at this very system in fact. They failed, on both counts. We even have one such Broodmother in this fleet, in a different ship. So we have a little experience."

She then sighed, but Ilox supposed it was a reasonable request, "That is a fair trade, I do suppose. Can't expect this to be one way after all. I'd like to hear more of this miracle, but first I shall speak more of my fleet. We hail from the nation of Iammelon, but as for our House, as you would say, that would be Omnipo. A corporation, technically, but a rather extensive and powerful one. It is now defunct. We are remnants of Omnipo, simply one fleet that has fled a civil war in Iammelon, that the side we joined lost. So we are exiles, and we came here to regroup, repair, and figure out a plan for the future. I have no real idea where our fleet will go or what we will become, but survival is the paramount goal right now. We will find out place in the world some other time. Regardless, we are multi-species, and we do still hold to the ideals of our homeland. But I suppose right now we're looking friends and safety."

A young Anktha man with a straight and almost pencil thin moustache was sitting on a small wooden chair. He wore a dark blue coloured uniform with brass buttons, matching trousers, and black riding boots. He wore a red fez with no tassels and was hunched forward in his chair. The top three buttons of his jacket were undone, revealing the white collarless shirt he wore underneath. He continued patting his forehead with a rag to collect the sweat on his brow. A monocle hung from his neck, and overall he looked strained. He kept taking large mouthfuls of water from a nearby canteen. An older Anktha man in a similar uniform, but with three medals pinned to his chest was standing nearby. His uniform was fully buttoned, and otherwise he seemed aloof as he stared out into the vast bush. He had a thick long beard that was well trimmed and clean. Sweat was building on his brow, but slowly. He was leaning against the wooden post of the porch the two sat on. In the distance a small dust cloud came over the horizon, the older man stepped forward and kicked the younger man’s ankles.
“Up.” The young man quickly jumped up and threw his rag away, fixing up his uniform the two stepped down from the small covered porch into the hot sun. The dust cloud growing closer revealing that it was a red army staff car speeding along, six MC’s running alongside it, and an armoured car in the back of the formation. The MC’s rolled up to the small stone and brick building. Dismounting from the motorised cavalry vehicles were six Imperial Lancers. They formed two lines around the building. All were wearing white pith helmets but normal uniforms otherwise. The staff car pulled up to the building and the armoured car shortly after. A few Imperial Dragoons stepped down from the car, but they mostly stuck with their car. Four individuals were riding in the staff car, a driver who stayed in their seat, wearing a normal imperial uniform. In the front passenger seat there was an officer in a bicorne, aiguillette pinned on his right shoulder. He wore gold shoulder straps, black trousers with red stripes, and tall riding boots. He stepped down from the car and opened the door for the two men in the backseat.

In the backseat there was a man in a red uniform with many decorations adorning his chest. He wore white trousers with tall over-the-knee boots. It was a human male with an old and grizzled face. He wore an eyepatch over his right eye. On his head was a large black bicorne with a large white feather plume. Aside from the normal decorations was the most defining, the light blue sash over his chest and the baton in his left hand. Made of a brushed and polished wood, covered in a delicate red velvet, studded with arcalite Tiger emblems, and crowned with a bust of Emperor Jasper. The man sitting next to him was a Fatimazda wearing a similar, but less well decorated uniform. The two Anktha men saluted and stood at attention for the Fatimazda as the human and the Fatimazda stepped down from their car. The human waved his baton and touched the bust of Jasper to the brim of his bicorne.
“We are honoured to host you, Lord Field Marshal Turnbull.” The older Anktha said as he lowered his hand and stood at ease.
The human male nodded, “So, you two are the ones I’m commanding. Spit yer names and ranks.” He said gruffly.
The older man nodded, “Colonel Hossam Ghazzawi, and this is my Adjudant, Saadallah Mughrabi.” The older man’s eyes shot to the younger one.
The younger man brought his feet together and saluted again, “Sir!”
The human pointed his baton at the Fatimazda, “This is my colonel, Palmer-Sidney. And that outstanding elf is my aide-de-camp, Daniel Burke.”
“Might I suggest to the excellent Field Marshal we step inside?” Turnbull nodded and the group all entered the building. Inside the building, it was revealed this was once a small general store between two villages but had been taken over by an army staff. The main room was filled with tables full of maps, communication equipment, and officers running and attending their duties. Turnbull wasn’t interested in any of it, but kept eyeing a medal on Ghazzawi’s chest. The group all went up the main staircase, and came to a large cleared out office space converted into a general command room. It was a sparsely furnished office with a desk, chairs, large table, a chest, wardrobe, and cot were spread out.
“Your office and quarters, Lord Field Marshal.” Turnbull still didn’t look around but kept his eyes on the chest of Ghazzawi.
“Is that... the cross of service?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Turnbull let out a laugh, “By the moon, I’ve got that one. Which body did you rip that from?” He laughed further as he took of his hat and handed it to the aide, swaggering to the desk and sitting down. Ghazzawi responded with nothing but a maintained composure.
“Rewarded by my sultan for valour in the last Ikhanda Revolution.”
Turnbull let out a long sigh as he sat down, removing a cigar holder from his jacket and put the cigar in his mouth. He waved his hand at Palmer, who approached with a lighter and held it to the Field Marshal’s cigar. The Field Marshal puffed his cigar and spoke with it firmly held in his teeth.
“Good man. I’ll need a man like you to teach these savages a lesson. I want you to give me a full report on your active and able personnel.” While Palmer and Burke stood in the back of the room, staying silent and ready to act out orders on a moment’s notice. The Anktha Colonel and Adjudant stood in front of the desk.
“We have 12,000 fighting bodies stationed at Fort Henry, 8,000 infantry, 1,200 scouts, and the rest mounted or motorised I believe.”
“Artillery?”
“Only 500 men, my Lord.” Turnbull puffed his cigar and nodded.
“What about the Chieftan himself? What was his name, Burke?”
The young Measctha stepped forward, “Sipho Ibaleyo, my Lord.”
“Eyeballeo, right right. What of his numbers?”
“We’ve not been able to accurately count his forces, sir. But assuming every village he’s visited has declared independence, between 20,000 to 65,000 adult men.”
“Any strongholds? Any forts?”
“We’ve identified Inkambu and Ukukhazi as their main strongholds, my lord. Inkambu-“ Ghazzawi stepped away, towards a large map of the planet that was on the wall. He grabbed a small remote from a nearby bureau. He pointed it at the map on the wall, the map suddenly came to life as small metallic pieces shifted across the map, being moved by magnets underneath. Small pins moved towards spots and ceased moving. “-Inkambu and Ukukhazi, my lord. 600 miles from our base here, and nearly 3 days from New Herneshire.” More metallic pieces started creeping their way along the board to pin themselves.
“Good, good. Then I want our forces to mobilise and prepare for inspection tomorrow at 6pm Imperial Standard time.”
“I’ll be sure that the men are up before sunrise for your inspection, my lord.”
The Field Marshal stood and approached the map, pointing at the map, he drew an imaginary line along a small corridor, “the army will march along this valley basin then. We’ll approach Ukukhazi from the west first. Surround the city and demand the rebels lay down their arms. Then we secure the supply depot that was lost, rest and resupply, then turn north and take Inkambu and hang Eyeballeo, give the two of you a promotion for a job well done, and we’re all home in time for the State of Lunar Grace in under 8 months.”
“A very... liberal estimate, my lord.”
“Trust me, if Chelmsby had taken my advice the War on Free Forest would have taken less than a year! All we had to do was burn down a 15 square kilometres of wood and those rebels would have come running into machine gun nests and tanks! Huzzah! It would have been glorious. My proposal was shot down in minutes, of course. But these savages have no wherewithal, no plans, nothing to beat us with. If we can’t take them down in eight months, we’ll do it in a year. But in the end, our Empire will win. And I guarantee Eyeballeo knows that. The pot bellied, f*ck. He’s too smart to not know that.” Turnbull’s one eye gazed upon the one peg that represented Inkambu. A smile crept across his face as he pulled the cigar from his mouth. “One step at a time, one foot heaved at a time. The yeoman shouted hurrah, the piper playing the merry tune of victory. Weeping, the figure came over the lea. He clutched a banner in hand, arrow in his chest, the figure clad in jade and verdant as the trees around him. He thrusted his banner into the ground, tears streaming down with the blood. He breathed his last breaths, painful as they came. The piper ceased playing, the yeoman’s cries were cut short. All eyes were on this pale figure on the lea. His feet weighed down by the clutching hands of the fallen, clinging to their last hope. With a final stir of fire, the figure thrusts his banner down. Through tears, blood, and death, he cried ‘Cepiuadh!’ Then fell silent. His body stood upright, the blood pouring down as the tears finally stopped. The arrow had done its job. There would be no more cries of freedom. But the banner, the body, they stood. Fearful of a banshee or ghost, the yeomen fled. A corpse shambled to the top of a hill and planted his flag. ‘Pagan magic, heathen magic!’ They cried. ‘Nay, nay!’ Said the general. ‘Tis the spirit of a warrior. Shame! Shame on the men who cheered for this, Shame on the men who fled from this! Stand, stand and witness a warriors death. Bow your head, bend thy knee, and cry damn ye!’ The general closed his eye, and ne’er rose up sword again. To witness a true warrior’s death is to gaze upon the Lady of the Moon herself. To see Saint Inviphalus himself. Confronted with a warrior, true of heart, true of cause, is a pain sentients cannot bear.” Turnbull let out a long sigh, “Learned that when I was innthe academy 40 years ago. Written by Oisín, the poet in 13,306 BCS. Memorised it for my graduation speech.” Ghazzawi bowed his head as Turnbull stepped towards his desk and sat down again, returning the cigar to his mouth.

Triporea wrote:Jazmin chuckled and just kept an eye on Harlock. Sighing as she just sat still. For Filia, the hallway was slowly returning to normal working order. The lights were turning from a dull orange to a bright white, filling the hall with a buzz. The hall was long and winding, but eventually ended at a fork. There was writing on the wall in another language, not galactic basic. It seemed to be some planetary lingua franca. But there was a red lime that led right and a blue and yellow line that led left. At the end of the red hall there was a door with a small red cross on it. Down the yellow and blue hall there was a locked and sealed room at the end of blue, and a open door at the end of yellow that led into a canteen of sorts. The room was eerily in disarray. Like everyone was in the middle of a meal before jumping to action and running to battle stations, leaving food and trays behind. Opened soft drinks were resting on the tables, metallic trays sat with rotting food.

In the room with the red cross, it was an infirmary. Though there was nothing of note except for a large fixed tube in the back of the lab. Inside the tube was a human being! Suspended in liquid, tubes running into their mouth and nose. There were computer consoles around monitoring them.

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“Gasp! So you’re the one who’s been ruining all the cards I try and send her.” She laughed, “Well it sounds like you need a better set of warm clothes if you’re so cold! Or carry a personal warming device. Luckily for you this cabin has heating!” Liline was just a blown away by the city they approached. But she turned to Sephus, “Well, I was hoping we could explore the big city! And have a generally good day.” She smiled.

As the train then pulled into the main station on the central plateau, Liline grabbed her things and opened the door of the train cabin. Stepping down onto the platform. The train was covered in snow and sleet, but it was quickly melting due to the warmth inside this cavern. Seemed the Creach were smart on how the city was laid out. Not only was it a warm environment in here, it was like standing in the beautiful sun! No more craggy weather and storm clouds all day long, there were three artificial suns floating in the sky. It was a beautiful warm day! And there were hundreds of thousands of Creach on these platforms. It was a little fascinating not seeing many humans, Fatimazda, or any other species. There was the occasional person of non-Creach origin, but they were few and far between. Liline stepped away from the train and started walking toward the city. Looking back at Sephus, “Well, what do you think?”

Filia gave these new rooms some brief looks from afar, though she can't read any of the writing she's seen laying around. "Tch, must be early spaceflight then if they don't know the common traders tongue. Then again they wouldn't need it for a base like this, not unless they wanted to bring in specialists from offworld." As she muses about itas she moves to take a brief look in the cafeteria, through the stench of rotting food put her off pretty quickly as she went to go investigate the infirmary, maybe there was something in there she could use to give Harlock a boost of energy.

As she went into the Infirmary she finds a human in a suspended tank. "Another human like me?" She was pretty curious about this person suspended in liquid. Moving closer she looks to see if she can make any sense of the readouts and check if this person was alive. Though she didn't think it was possible, this place seemed dead when they all got here.

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Sephus take another quick look around him, still in awe of his surroundings. "I don't know if I have the words for it. There are few sites in this galaxy that have left me speechless like this." He says smiling down at her, though he already starts looking around. Wondering where the both of them could go first and start off their little adventure.

Iammelon wrote:As the tank parked, Aloni was the first to get out. She got up and stretched her back. She then smirked back to Sieg, "Seems somebody is finally getting into it! Knew you had it in ya. Or are you just trying to look good for the Admiral now that we're getting close to the end?" While the Human was smirking, Mierl got out as well with the rest of the group. He was less clearly cocky, and instead more wary. He carefully looked around, seeming doubtful that all was really clear, "Sieg is correct, this is a test. In any case, it is never harmful to be prepared for surprises when walking a battle." He then paused glancing around again, before looking to the ground. Suddenly he jumped back, "Look to the ground!"

The Watrike's warning forced the ambush to begin early, but it would still come rather suddenly. Bursting from the ground, the drones had buried themselves, and now jumped out of the small ditches they had buried themselves into. There were about a dozen of them, less than what the Broodmothers had dealt with before. Armed with rifles and shotguns, they tried to use the element of surprise to open first on Zemia before she could realign her barrier. Mierl however also reacted, tackling one of the drones to the ground, grabbing their shotgun and destroying the drone with it. Aloni quickly shifted from her joking to being more serious. As she was not a Watrike, and so didn't fancy her chances in close combat as much, she simply rolled for cover so she wouldn't get shot. She didn't have a weapon so she'd have to let the Broodmothers handle this.

The surprise attack certainly got made Sieg look good about now for calling this kind of thing. Once the drones broke out from the ground with shotguns at the ready, Xernus and Yajana worked fast as they emerged. Yajana quickly moved her barrier so Aloni and Zemia had cover, allowing Zemia to get out of the Hovertank and get her psi-armour on so she could attack the drones herself.

Sieg layed down cover fire on the Drones from atop the tank while Yajana joined Mierl in the thick of it, she wasn't as robust as he was or strong but she could cover him by creating barrier panels where the drones intent to try and shoot him while she makes spikes appear from the ground to puncture and destroy them.

Iammelon wrote:Rovin once more smirked as Thatcher got the bonk, as he did indeed gossip more than he'd have expected. He went off with Piper, chuckling at the mention of her brother getting annoyed, "Well your brother would be a bit silly to keep important things on a ship used by the rest of the family. Or things you don't want others touching. But then again, based on what I've seen, maybe you need such things for your long trips." He then walked into the room with her, looking around and nodding. He simply gestured to the bed, "This room will indeed do. Don't need anything, just a matter of the hands and using them right. And I am quite good with my hands. All that is required is the setup, just need you to remove the top layer of clothing and then lie down on your front, so I can massage your back. Make sure you get into a spot you find comfortable, and find something for your head to lie upon, like that pillow." He set aside his equipment on the table, as well as his gloves. He then thought about something, speaking back to Piper, "I am going to assume you have a generally similar anatomy to humans, based on your build. At least the important things for a massage, like pressure points and bone structure. But do tell if anything feels wrong, just in case there are such differences. The goal is to relieve stress after all, not break bones."

Piper just gives a cheeky smirk as he asked her to remove the top layer of clothes, though this greedy sin was not one who was easily embarrassed. Might be a byproduct of her being directly related as the twin to the Sin of Lust. Removing her top layer of clothing, revealing more of her toned athletic frame, she wasn't wearing anything flashy. A black sport bra and appropriate underwear that certainly made for a less than modest sight but still not showing off too much. "My anatomy is similar to humans yes, at least in this form. Going full hybrid would have made this harder for you because we're less squishy after that and more covered in chitin plating." She says as she lays down on her front, tucking her arms under her head.

From here Rovin would be able to see numerous tattoos that were not visible for obvious reasons. One was a large fox-like creature tattoo over what looked an Athailian serial number right in the centre of her back. On her shoulder it would appear that she ran with some sort of pirate crew an solar sailor gallion from the looks of it, riding ether waves, though the date is from 270 years ago if the numbers were right. "Though my brother Lyon doesn't get like that. He's always in his true form. He's essentially a human with Athailian potential, so he's crazy strong in the right situation."

Iammelon wrote:For Zether, he would have seen a few things that gave some clues as to the answers of his questions. While he had not seen any cows in this region, there were some flat land areas inbetween the mountains more capable of managing livestock. And of course there were starports for imports. As for eating, he would've seen one example of how some Dragons ate, which was with Fulzcatra, who caught fish near the Vudsi Islands. But as for the specifics, he would indeed need to do more research, or go out and see more of the world. He just needed to find the processes.

Azultiri kept up her work as she nodded to Zether. It did seem to work, as her tone was quite in agreement, "As I said, that's for biomancers! And they're weird. Too much messing around with goop, quite disgusting, and it's very dangerous. Might make something dangerous and uncontrollable! Forges are much better, because they don't have minds of their own. A weapon can be dangerous in the wrong hands, but at least it needs to be in hands in the first place! Doesn't think for itself, and so cannot be dangerous on its own. A giant goop monster is not the same. So nope! Enchanted armor is the way for me!" She then seemed to get interested in the fact Zether apparently had some experience in biomancy, "Really now, Uncle? Is that why you want to transform into a human? Somebody has a bit too much interest in soft-skin fleshy bits! But as for being cannon fodder and servants, that's true. They can do that, but they don't work all too well as one. Then again, neither can Dragons! We like being individuals too, and we're good at it. More suited for it too! Oh, and here we go... Careful now." With all the gems now grafted to the tail guard, she then started casting additional magical spells on them. They were less direct spells and more spells for calibration, with each gem's glow growing and then decreasing as she worked. She was making sure their power was suitable, and then began to link the gems to each other. Small magical streams began flowing between each gem, and the intensity of their glows began to synchronize. Azultiri smiled, and then nodded, "Got it! That was a simple creation, but I think it will work just fine! Try it out, uncle! I linked the gems so they should follow along in the transformation process, as well as maintain their full power in both states." She floated the tailguard over to Zether, looking at him with excited eyes.

Zether would definitely have to look into later once he had the time, but for now his attention was on his niece. He was glad that she would not make the sam uneducated mistake that he made back then. Though to be fair he too was a weapon, one half of one anyways. He had been wielded in the hands of terrible entities in his early life but he liked to think he was making up for that in the present. "Unless you can control a weapon telepathically. Though that weapon would have to be heavily enchanted I would think... And possess some degree of intelligence of its own without being sentient... Perhaps I am overthinking it."He says tapping at his chin with a single claw, he wasn't one for weapon making. He was good at making clothing though.

As she asks if his past 'research' is the reason why he could turn into a human, he gave a slight nod to it. "It is related but not the direct reason. I acquired the soft skin form much later, after I had done my research. I would say there is a... Hmm... Maybe a 100 year gap between then and when I made that form some 20 years ago. I admit, I was fascinated by the softskins back then. But I was... Someone I don't like to remember back then. Hopefully I'll explain more once everyone is settled for story time." He says before he watches her work, marvelling at her skilled Azultiri was at her craft. And now, seeing the complete product, such a simple creation yet made with such care. He could tell that she was looking forward to what he thought of it, so he brought his tail around so it could be fitted. "Sure! Lets try it out now, just from the look alone you did a wonderful job. Now lets see if I can make sense of these. It's my first time utilising enchanted gems."

Iammelon wrote:It was certainly an interesting little scavenging operation in the eyes of the Iammelonians, seeing the grav-lift which they assumed was bringing up all the salvaged and usable materials they could find. With the transports handling the movement of the personnel. An effective operation, but of course what was quite important was seeing that the aliens did seem to be burying the dead respectfully. That certainly made this situation less problematic than it would be otherwise, easing the worries of the crew. The fact they seemed quite displeased about having to do this helped as well, so the crew was more settled now in general.

Ilox meanwhile was listening closely to Baron Mithra, both to make sure she got all the information that was being shared but also listening to see how genuine he was being, as that was important for whether or not he was telling the truth. The fact he was being quite upfront and seemingly honest was a good thing to her, and so she responded, "Well it is good you are at least not happy about having to take from the dead, but I suppose I cannot blame you too much if you do this for the sake of survival. Gathering information is sensible as well, and I can appreciate it in particular given how I am myself now in some unfamiliar space. I know this system, but I do not know nearly enough about the general region to be comfortable. Fortunately for you, we are not enemies, as we are no pirates or servants to any dark being."

"As for your House, seems then you are an alliance of necessity for survival. Rather unfortunate that you had to go through such a bad series of events, and be forced from your homes. For that, I can sympathize. As for this dark entity you describe, the Hydra of the Void, I believe I know what you mean. Only one notable encounter, being with attempted sabotage at some facilities back in our homeland. Trying to kidnap some individuals of interest, broodmothers taken in a battle at this very system in fact. They failed, on both counts. We even have one such Broodmother in this fleet, in a different ship. So we have a little experience."

She then sighed, but Ilox supposed it was a reasonable request, "That is a fair trade, I do suppose. Can't expect this to be one way after all. I'd like to hear more of this miracle, but first I shall speak more of my fleet. We hail from the nation of Iammelon, but as for our House, as you would say, that would be Omnipo. A corporation, technically, but a rather extensive and powerful one. It is now defunct. We are remnants of Omnipo, simply one fleet that has fled a civil war in Iammelon, that the side we joined lost. So we are exiles, and we came here to regroup, repair, and figure out a plan for the future. I have no real idea where our fleet will go or what we will become, but survival is the paramount goal right now. We will find out place in the world some other time. Regardless, we are multi-species, and we do still hold to the ideals of our homeland. But I suppose right now we're looking friends and safety."

Mitha certainly seemed interested to hear that they were now in unfamiliar water as it were, was their people unfamiliar with this region of space? Truthfully he was happy to just have some common ground. "I am glad that we are not enemies. Truth be told I was not liking our chances up against that fleet back there even if you are currently in dire straights." He says with a more merry tone.

"Our House was originally banded together by that alliance of necessity yes. But now we are of one purpose, and a united hope for a better future." He says as he appreciated that she sympathised with them, to be on more common ground was good. Though to suddenly hear about the enemy. To hear that the evil they swore to hunt down was loose in this galaxy too changed his merry tone. Though to hear that the seemingly invincible hydra was thwarted... It was cathartic to hear that it could fail. It would not make up for the slaughter it brought upon his people... But it would be enough. Now he knew that he couldn't just part ways with these people. He needed to learn everything. The Kell had to hear about this.

Though as he listened to what Ilox had to tell him about her 'House'. This 'Omnipo'... He didn't know what to make of it. He loosely understood what a 'corporation' was by looking into appropriated pirate intelligence and learning about the western parts of the galaxy. Only concerned with generating profits for their goods instead of doing so for the sake and prosperity of all. He couldn't say he liked or understood Iammelon at all. But if they could pull on over on the Void Hydra then he wouldn't argue. "Travellers without a home in need of a safe space to gather your bearings. Sounds familiar." He says with a more merry and bemused tone. "I will tell you about the miracle but it is something... That you would need context for. It isn't something I can explain so lightly. It is best left in the hands of our Lore Keeper... Right now you are looking for friends and safety. I would like to extend a hand for cooperation. You have information my people need to hear, about the void hydra and his connections to this galaxy, in return we can offer excess produce that we don't sell for trade and help in finding a new home. Our people have travelled these western systems for 3 years now since we arrived in this galaxy so we can look for a uninhabited worlds. It is fine if you decline, but I would like to hear more ad get the chance to learn more about your people."

Necunda wrote:The Jarl would chuckle on how they depart and where they disappear, not even trying to pursue them anymore even if his subordinates will, finding nothing but trees and leaves....

The two ships outside of visual range from the Bezannian ships would become scouting them from afar, tracking their movements and bearing in order to find the right time to strike. Perhaps they should do hit and runs in order to minimize damage or a full-on ramming.. this would have the possibility to destroy the kyridium shipping, but either way, destroyed or recovered are still both good results for the clients that the Jarl talked to. They're too far to do any damage, and if they even shoot once they will alert the ships, perhaps a ramming option would be the best way, but for now, they must see to it that it works, and if it doesn't they have impromptu plans if such a scenario arises from the failure.

'Black Truth' would go first in order to go to the planned location of interception and boarding whilst 'Sheepskin' would stay behind for 5 minutes before heading towards the two ships with its macrothrusters fired up at maximum capacity, if course this is a dangerous maneuver as the macrothrusters haven't been tested before and it may cause overheating on the engine, but they're willing to try out. It will be a matter of moments before 'Sheepskin' intercepts either of the ships and divert their path to wherever 'Black Truth' is.

The HIMS Woodrow, an Aquilegia Class Ship of the Line was steaming ahead of the Clipper, IMS Dernby. Both ships had extended their ethersails to catch speed alomg the route to Santo Duraco, but hadn’t extended Etherfoils yet. Asteroids were about, and thusly to prevent damage the ships weren’t entering faster than light travel. The two ships crept along the ether waves. With the crews a little relaxed as they settled into the long journey ahead. But when Black Truth moved in front of the path of the two ships, an annoyed tone came through the radio waves.
“Unidentified ship, this is the HIMS Woodrow, military vessels hold right of way on Imperial Ether Lanes. Depart or you will be boarded and arrested.” Following the radio announcement, the ships still did not stop, but continued forward. Though the Dernby was shifting course to move behind the Woodrow.

Honour Guard wrote:Filia gave these new rooms some brief looks from afar, though she can't read any of the writing she's seen laying around. "Tch, must be early spaceflight then if they don't know the common traders tongue. Then again they wouldn't need it for a base like this, not unless they wanted to bring in specialists from offworld." As she muses about itas she moves to take a brief look in the cafeteria, through the stench of rotting food put her off pretty quickly as she went to go investigate the infirmary, maybe there was something in there she could use to give Harlock a boost of energy.

As she went into the Infirmary she finds a human in a suspended tank. "Another human like me?" She was pretty curious about this person suspended in liquid. Moving closer she looks to see if she can make any sense of the readouts and check if this person was alive. Though she didn't think it was possible, this place seemed dead when they all got here.

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Sephus take another quick look around him, still in awe of his surroundings. "I don't know if I have the words for it. There are few sites in this galaxy that have left me speechless like this." He says smiling down at her, though he already starts looking around. Wondering where the both of them could go first and start off their little adventure.

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.

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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.”

Honour Guard wrote:The surprise attack certainly got made Sieg look good about now for calling this kind of thing. Once the drones broke out from the ground with shotguns at the ready, Xernus and Yajana worked fast as they emerged. Yajana quickly moved her barrier so Aloni and Zemia had cover, allowing Zemia to get out of the Hovertank and get her psi-armour on so she could attack the drones herself.

Sieg layed down cover fire on the Drones from atop the tank while Yajana joined Mierl in the thick of it, she wasn't as robust as he was or strong but she could cover him by creating barrier panels where the drones intent to try and shoot him while she makes spikes appear from the ground to puncture and destroy them.

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."

Honour Guard wrote:Piper just gives a cheeky smirk as he asked her to remove the top layer of clothes, though this greedy sin was not one who was easily embarrassed. Might be a byproduct of her being directly related as the twin to the Sin of Lust. Removing her top layer of clothing, revealing more of her toned athletic frame, she wasn't wearing anything flashy. A black sport bra and appropriate underwear that certainly made for a less than modest sight but still not showing off too much. "My anatomy is similar to humans yes, at least in this form. Going full hybrid would have made this harder for you because we're less squishy after that and more covered in chitin plating." She says as she lays down on her front, tucking her arms under her head.

From here Rovin would be able to see numerous tattoos that were not visible for obvious reasons. One was a large fox-like creature tattoo over what looked an Athailian serial number right in the centre of her back. On her shoulder it would appear that she ran with some sort of pirate crew an solar sailor gallion from the looks of it, riding ether waves, though the date is from 270 years ago if the numbers were right. "Though my brother Lyon doesn't get like that. He's always in his true form. He's essentially a human with Athailian potential, so he's crazy strong in the right situation."

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.

Honour Guard wrote:Zether would definitely have to look into later once he had the time, but for now his attention was on his niece. He was glad that she would not make the sam uneducated mistake that he made back then. Though to be fair he too was a weapon, one half of one anyways. He had been wielded in the hands of terrible entities in his early life but he liked to think he was making up for that in the present. "Unless you can control a weapon telepathically. Though that weapon would have to be heavily enchanted I would think... And possess some degree of intelligence of its own without being sentient... Perhaps I am overthinking it."He says tapping at his chin with a single claw, he wasn't one for weapon making. He was good at making clothing though.

As she asks if his past 'research' is the reason why he could turn into a human, he gave a slight nod to it. "It is related but not the direct reason. I acquired the soft skin form much later, after I had done my research. I would say there is a... Hmm... Maybe a 100 year gap between then and when I made that form some 20 years ago. I admit, I was fascinated by the softskins back then. But I was... Someone I don't like to remember back then. Hopefully I'll explain more once everyone is settled for story time." He says before he watches her work, marvelling at her skilled Azultiri was at her craft. And now, seeing the complete product, such a simple creation yet made with such care. He could tell that she was looking forward to what he thought of it, so he brought his tail around so it could be fitted. "Sure! Lets try it out now, just from the look alone you did a wonderful job. Now lets see if I can make sense of these. It's my first time utilising enchanted gems."

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!"

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