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Angrymode Uriel
The slaver woke up in the back of an armoured skycar travelling through inner-city Minos'Drakon. His body had been repaired of the injuries he sustained when he arrived in the Imperium and now he had a sense of apprehension out of where he was going. There was no way to see the outside apart from a thin slot on the side of the vehicle. The slaver scrambled up and peered through the hole and was able to see with his eyes a city that he marveled upon, a true city of the gods. He could hear the wind and the noise of the city as he passed though the Centis district, where the imperium's wealthiest coprorations had their headquarters and he was amazed by the sheer spectacle of it all, fitting for an empire that had lasted countless millenia, and saw wealth beyond his wildest dreams. In the cab with him was an alien holding a gun. It was a draconis, adormed in the armour of the Imperium's Blood Dragons. he looked sternly through his visorless helmet at the slaver, silently reminding him that wherever they were going it would not end well for him.

The skyscrapers then made way for lush jungle - the slaver's transport had entered the grounds of the Imeprial Palace. After a few kilometres when the transport eventually stopped, The back door opened and the slaver was pushed out by his escort. There he was joined by several more Dragons and Larnus who was dressed in his formal military attire.

Larnus - Do you know why you are here? Slaver - Why? Larnus - ''One of your captives belonged to the Paragon. He resides here and he desires to see you...'' Slaver - Very well.

The slaver was pushed form behind as he was taken through the palace. Larnus kept a stern posture as he walked with the slave in the middle of the escort. The thundering sound of a dozen feet marching in unison echoed through the gilded halls of the palace.

Larnus - ''According to the report, you said Lady Alessa's commens on her background and her life before licving with you were 'delusional' and 'entertaining'. What do you say now?'' Slaver - How was I supposed to know she was royalty? Larnus - ''Was their nothing about her that implied such an upbringing? I hear expert slavers can determine someone's prior lifestyle with a good inspection.'' Slaver - Our source for this merely said that we should make her suffer and paid us a hefty sum to do so, we did not need to do a background check on her!

Larnus grunted as they continued through the palace. The doors ot the throne room were thrown open. At the very end, sitting in a very impressive golden throne throne was Uriel. To his left was Alensia, sitting in front of him wasa Krann that perked up as the group entered the room. As they approached the Krann hissed at the slaver and Uriel's face suggested he was rather furious.

Larnus - Krashik, I would like you to meet His Esteemed Majesty Uriel Ultanos the Sixteenth, Alessa's father.

The slaver was too uncultured to bow before the Paragon. Larnus leaned in and whispered in the slaver's ear. Uriel looked at the slaver with such a glare it could kill - feeling disrepsected.

Larnus - You might want to show some respect. Slaver - Whats that? Larnus - ''You may want to bow or... something.''

The slaver immediately started bowing. Hoping to not further anger the man he was in front of. Uriel stirred and leaned forward.

Uriel - You are fortunate that my daughter is still recovering from your torment to be here today. Slaver - I was under DIRECT orders to make her suffer! Uriel - ''Krashik... did you not question for a moment the nature of your client's request?'' Slaver - I'm a slaver and I get paid, was I supposed to question the implications? Uriel - ''I saw what you did to my daughter... horns ground to stubs, wings amputated, teeth blunted, claws trimmed... you stripped her of every SHRED of dignity she had!'' Slaver - What would you do if you were in my position, paid commissions for causing misery?

Uriel stood up and stepped down from his throne, he loomed tall over the alien. As he spoke his voice began to reverberate.

Uriel - ''NO ONE deserves to shovel shit with their own bare hands! You treated her like an animal, less than that even!'' Slaver - Answer the question, my employer said that she would visit pain upon me if i did not visit pain on her. Uriel - I am not the one on trial here! Slaver - What would you do if you were in my shoes?

Uriel lifted his lips at the slaver's imputence. Afterwards, his voice stopped reverberating.

Uriel - ''You were given a simple offer, either take a sum of money to sell away your dignity, or refuse the offer. is that all this was!? Punish her out of fear? I was told you enjoyed making her suffer!'' Slaver - If I had to do it, why not enjoy it?

Without warning, Uriel gripped the slaver tightly by the thorax and lifted him into the air.

Uriel - I hope the rest of your species are not this callous, because right now I have a VERY low opnion of your kind! Slaver - It's how I make my money!

Uriel squeezed a little and the reverberation returned. The slaver gasped as his windpipe was constricted. it was not enough to fully choke him, but it was enough to make him scared.

Uriel - I despise those who have the downright arrogance to profit off the unethical suffering of others! Slaver - Why don't you get more mad at my employer rather than me! Uriel - ''Because you were the direct hand. Your employer only asked to make her suffer. You decided on the suffering: Abusing her body, muilation shoveling shit out of the stables with her bare hands, no dignified creature would ever visit such things on a woman like her, you hear me!?''

Uriel brought the slaver closer to his face.

Uriel - However, I would certainly lke to know who put you up to this. Slaver - Medusa Heimdall!

Uriel moved the slve away. The very mention of her name caused him to snarl violently. It was as if that name had awoken a killer instinct in him and he gripped more tightly, but it was not enough to kill the slaver.

Uriel - ''If she EVER has the nerve to contact you again. inform her that my vengence will be so terrible it shall be as though Drakon himself delivered his wrath upon her!'' Slaver - Yes...

Uriel lifted the slaver up high and let him go, causing him to fall and hit the hard marble floor. As he gasped for air, coughing all th while, the slaver looked up with a sense of fear. Uriel's voice returned ot normal.

Slaver - Wait, what do you know about her, all I know was that she explicitly made it a point to hurt Alessa. Uriel - It is beyond your knowledge! Slaver - ''Very well, what do you want me to do then? Perhaps ... you are in need of my services.''

Uriel pulled his sword out of its sheath rather slowly. Anticipating what was to come, a chill ran through the slaver's back.

Slaver - It was only an offer! Uriel - ''What you have done is akin to treason... You had better give me a good reason not to!'' Slaver - ''I'm ... sorry.'' Uriel - ''For collaborating with an enemy of the state... rephaps you can live out a penance living as she did.'' Slaver - What, as a slave? Uriel - I can think of much worse fates. Slaver - Very well, if that is the only way... Uriel - ''However. You hurt Alessa and you hurt me, you destroyed her sense of dignity. an eye for an eye perhaps.'' Uriel - I declare this, alien: Whatever life you had before shall be eliminated. Slaver - What does that mean? Uriel - Your contacts, and whatever friends you have will suffer for your insolence. Slaver - If they suffer more, can I go free? Uriel - No.

The Slaver thought a second, and his mind clicked to "If I'm going down, they are going down with me."

Slaver - Fine! Uriel - ''Get him out of my sight! he should be grateful for my mercy in not ending his pathetic existence!''

The slaver felt the firm grip of Uriel's guards as he was drragged from the throne room. Before he left he was dragged to the palace's lower levels where a servant prepared a red-hot brand With a sharp thrust a branding mark was painfully applied to the carapace over the slaver's thorax. This mark was a traitor's brand - it signified that he was an enemy of House Ultanos that was condemned to slavery in the belief that execution was to soft a punishment.

Viceroy Aurestor
Aurestor had been summoned to Minos'Drakon's palace. A few days ago he had received a message on his personal computer that bore the official Ultanos coat of arms. After a long journey on a chartered liner, Aurestor was welcomed by an emissary at Minos’Drakon’s busiest starport who led him to a taxi outside. Aurestor was able to get a view of the city as he travelled towards the Centis district, the taxi turning left and heading down the Paragon’s Promenade.

After the journey past the gates to the palace’s grounds and once the taxi had landed, he was welcomed with a salute by the Blood Dragon contingent who were on guard and was led down a corridor that led into the palace's foyer. As the doors opened, Aurestor looked in amazement and wondered what was going on as standing either side of the main carpet of the grand foyer and looking over the balconies above were nobles from House Savenium as well as numerous praetors. If he had looked closely, Aurestor could have seen several dignitaries from the Quadrant Galaxies mixed into the crowd. At the very end of the hall Uriel stood at the top of the stairs and directly in front of Aurestor's view, wearing his ceremonial battle armour and a flowing crimson cloak. Standing beside Uriel were Torvos and Kavessa Ultanos, viceroys of the Imperium’s Plazith Rim and Milky Way colonies, and joined by them were Varlen Savenium and Quaelus Vontarion – the viceroys of the Imperium’s Cyrannian and Borealis colonies.

Aurestor stepped forward and crossed the carpet towards the five figures who stood in full view of everyone, and once he reached the foot of the stairs he bowed in honour of the Paragon.

Aurestor - My liege! Uriel - ''Aurestor, based on your performance these past few years I have come to the conclusion that you deserve the honour of becoming one of the Imperium's egalparagii [viceroys]. As of this date, you shall be my hand in the Quadrant Galaxies.'' Aurestor - ''My lord, I thank thee for this bestowed honour! I will serve you to the best of my doing!'' Torvos - ''Less than a handful share the new power you wield, Aurestor. Command it wisely and with purpose.''

Uriel took a few steps down the stairs and held out his hand, for in his grip was an insignia that he offered to Aurestor, who upon seeing it, gracefully took the seal from the Paragon's hands and studied the insignia with awe. As Aurestor accepted the insignia a thundering roar filled the chamber as the crowd applauded him.

Aurestor smiled and bowed his head to all who were present. As the applause began to die down, servants carrying trays with wine bottles entered the room from all sides, serving the numerous guests. As the festifities begin to rise, none other than Empress Ramashe of Rambo Nation approached the newly-appointed egalparagus with admiration on her features.

Ramashe - ''Congratulations egalparagus Aurestor Savenium, I am happy to see such a devoted man become the main spokesperson for the Draconis in the Quadrants. We will talk again soon, first enjoy yourself!''

With that said, Ramashe bowed her head towards Aurestor and approached Uriel and cradle her hand gently around his arm in a comforting gesture and the two were soon in conversation, leaving Aurestor in order to attend to other guests, matters and whatever else. In the distance, he saw vice admiral Ramcard, clad in his white armor raising a glass of wine towards him and bowing his head slightly. Aurestor did the same. Still a bit confused about his sudden promotion he soon approached his family.

His broodmother, dressed in a fine gown for the occasion, approached first. When she was close enough she affectionately nuzzled him. Smiling to his mother, he showed her the insigna he was given by the Paragon, his daughter and son looked in amazement at it as well, the three appeared extremely proud of him, his mother caressing his arm after the nuzzling.

Akasarina Beldrin - ''I understand you are bewildered, son. But I am deeply proud of you. A Beldrin, egalparagus of the quadrant galaxies!'' Aurestor - Who would have thought, it is good for our family! Akasirina - With those of the Savenium line now working in Solinami Fretma, our house have become the Cyrannia Cluster's voice for the Imperium. Yelissa - Could our family be the next paragon dynasty someday daddy?

Her father coughed when he swallowed a berry, shocked by this sudden and rather ambitious question. Being deemed one was an honour, but he knew full-well that House Ultanos’ hold on the throne was far too solid to be lost any time soon despite the extreme age to which House Ultanos had been ruling. After spluttering and taking a glass of water from a nearby servant’ tray to wash down the sore feeling, Aurestor looked down to his daughter and spoke again.

Aurestor - ''No, no my dear, not at all! The Paragon Dynasty belongs to house Ultanos, but our family could become a dynasty as viceroys of the Quadrant Galaxies, and perhaps the Cyrannia Cluster.'' Yelissa - That's still amazing daddy.

Aurestor placed his hand at his daughters had and smiled. Looking up he was surprised how many people were present to congratulate him. Though some nobles present were not exactly his friends.

Akasirina - ''The Lifefather smiles on your dreams, son. And I am overjoyed to see your partner has laid the groundwork for your children to be as ambitious as you.''

Akasirina smiled and handed Aurestor a glass of wine for him, allowing for the two to toast to Aurestor’s success here today. For a few years now Aurestor had been lobbying to increase Imperial influence in the quadrants, the Draconid act, the increased commerce and the colonisation efforts bore the fruit of his labours now distilled and made physical In the insignia he held in his hand.

Beyond Borealis
2801

A luxury liner under escort from thirty vessels bearing Andromedan origin arrived in orbit over Hyperborea. After a brief exchange its passengers were brought aboard and it headed back out to FTL. As it did, its passengers entered the liner's common area; a spacious marble-lined room decorated ith gold and brass with a domed and decorated ceiling. Water cascaded delicately from wall fountains at the far end. Closer to the centre of the room and resting on a lush velvet carpet was a large marble-topped table surrounded by elegant highback chairs with holes in the backs to accomodate for tails. To the side of those were several plush recliners. The room was not empty when they had entered not long ago; resonating thoughout was the gentle sound of soft classical music, and several aliens waited against the walls to be called to satisfy the demands of these passengers

Sitting on the chairs around the main table were Queen Aldaren of the, Chief Major of the Niaka, the four Councillors of the Polar Crystal Alliance and their warmaster,  of the. , most noticeably, had a different appearance about him than what he normalyl associated with. He no longer wore black armour, and the once ominous nature about him seemed to be gone - his reddened eyes were paler and his skin no longer pulsed with evil energies. Instead, he wore a blue armour decorated with copper brown, draped in Kicathian-style blue robes. Xeron appeared tense as he sat looking at the attendants and the opulent details of the room. Xerkea however looked at him looking tired of him. On quite opposite spectrume, Aldaren sat with wide eyes and a great smile on her face.

Xeron - ''I don't see the purpose of this. Keep your eyes open, I fear we might have walked into a trap.'' Xerkea - Stop that, Xeron. Xeron - O-of course, ma'am. Aldaren - I for one can't wait until we're there.

As they talked, one of the attendants walked up to the table in a dignified manner, clearing his throat to garner attention.

Attendant - ''Does anyone desire drinks? Literature perhaps?'' Aldaren - ''Oh! Do you have tea?'' Attendant - ''We have one hundred distinct blends on board. Perhaps you would enjoy Mazragrass, ma'am?'' Aldaren - I don't know what that is but I want it! Kithworto - Alvadian Red, if you have any. Semirian - I'd like some too. Xerkea - ''Eugh, tea. I'm good.'' Attendant - I will inform the kitchen.

The attendant turned to Kithworto and bowed.

Attendant - ''The kitchen has a few bottles of 219431 stored. An exellent choice, sir.''

The attendant nodded and took a few notes on a digital pad. Once done he briskly left the room though a pair of double-doors. As he left, Kithworto leaned forward.

Kithworto - This isn't something I have done for a long time. Aldaren - ''Well I have tea every day. Can't get enough of it.'' Semirian - I...Must ask you to settle down, my Queen. Aldaren - Am I being too noisy? Semirian - A little. Aldaren - Excuse me. Kithworto - It's almost as if this is your first ever outing outside of Borealis. Arkarixus - None of them have ever left Borealis.

After a few minutes the attendant returned, carrying a bottle of Alvadian red and two cups of tea. He gently set the cups down in front of Aldaren and Semirian and placed the bottle next to Kithworto. One of the servants at the edge of the room walked up and set a large wine glass in front of Kithworto. When asked if he would like anything else, Kithworto shook his head at the attendant, grasping the bottle in one hand and then the glass in the other, pouring it delicately. The attendant nodded silently and left the room while the servant who handed the glass to Kithworto returned ot her original position.

Kithworto - ''It may be a bit of a culture shock, then. Despite the geniality of the Paragon's offer, I was hoping never to return to Andromeda.'' Xeron - And I was hoping to never set foot there. Rylarien - He surely wouldn't have made this offer out of bad faith. Xeron - I don't trust them anymore. Kithworto - ''I've seen enough horrors in there for one lifetime. I don't see it as a galaxy that can offer anything but death and hatred for me, now.''

The group spent soem time talking, Kithworto was anxious about returning to ANdromeda, Aldaren was immesureably exited and Xeron's body language indicated he wanted to return home as soon as possible despite Xerkea's insistence to stop acting as though they were blindly soaring into a trap. After a short while, a sultry voice spoke over the broadcast sysutem,

Head Steward - Attention passengers we are arriving within the system and will be in orbit of  shortly. Aldaren - ''Oh, good! We're almost there!'' Head Steward - If you desire a view of Alcanti from the exterior please notify one of our attendants and they will activate the projectors. Aldaren - ''I do! Someone do as the voice says please!''

As Aldaren exitedly asked for the voice's suggestion to be fulfilled, Xeron leaned towards Semirion and the two muttered to each other.

Xeron - Has Adaren always been like this? Semirian - Having worked several decades in the Zoleia capital, yes, yes she has.

One of the attendants nodded and notified another, who tapped into a wall panel. In the blink of an eye, one of the walls was replaced with a view of Acanti from hundreds of kilometres above the surface. The lush red of the forests and plains meeting a deep teal sea. Surrounding the planet like swarms of insects were starships, habitats, sattellites and shuttles. Aldaren, Semirian and Rylarien approached the wall to gaze upon the planet, while Xerkea, Xeron, kithworto and Arkarixus remained on their seats. Xeron was largely uninterested in seeing the planet while Arkarixus and Kithworto saw no need as they had visited the planet before, many times in Kithworto's case, and in previous liftetimes.

Looping around the planet at the equator, which meant that the object passed very close to the upper edge of their view, was a near-solid silver ring. Zipping in and out of this ring were mroe shuttles and transports. Semirion and Aldaren, looking to see the harmonic synergy of immense urban developments meeting and giving way to expansive wilds, both of them were in awe was in awe. The bustle of traffic to and from the world could have almost rivalled Hypeprborea, igniting a hidden sense of wonder in the observers as to how such a busy planet had not been overtaken with urban sprawl. As they admired the scene the voice spoke again.

Head Steward - ''We are now arriving in orbit around Alcanti. Can our distinguished guests please head to Berth One where a shuttle is waiting to take you directly to the Imperial Palace. On behalf of Beseren Star Cruises, we hope you enjoyed your stay aboard.''

The shuttle was pre-programmed to fly form the cruiser and over Minos'Drakon, giving passengers a bird's eye view of the teeming metropolis, passing over the Paragon's promenade and over the palace's golden gates, over the lush and orderly red jungles of the palace gorunds before finally touching down inside a hanger bay within the mountainside. When the shuttle's main door opened, the group were greeted by a contingent of Blood Dragons wearing ornate gold-detailed red armour. In front of them was, dressed in formal finery who watched everyone disembark. Aldaren and the others left the shuttle, for the most part all looking pleasantly at Paronus and his escort. Paronus sood straight and nodded in response to their greetings.

Paronus - ''I welcome you all to Alcanti. I have been asked by my father to guide you to the foyer where he will be waiting for you.''

Kithworto sighed deeply, before fastening the robes around his body. He put on a smiling face, though it was not as convincing as one would seem.

Paronus - If you have any questions, I can answer what I can. Xeron - When can we lea--

Before Xeron could finish his sentence, Xerkea delivered a jab at his chest, causing the Niaka to cough.

Xeron - D-don't mind me.

Paronus huffed and signalled for everyone to follow him. He left the hanger and headed down a few corridors towards the foyer. Each corridor was decorated immaculately, accompanied by paintings, sculptures and busts, all illuminated form hanging chandaliers of incredible quality, each one looking as though it had taken months to hand-craft with gold and diamond, suspending delicate orbs of light within gilded spherical cages. Aldaren followed Paronus eagerly, looking around with a smile on her face. She took out a handheld fan and began waving it at her own face.

Passing though a pair of double doors, the group found themselves in an enormous room with a very high ceiling, with balconies up above acessed by a primary staircase at the back of the room. The entire chamber was smothered in gold and marble in tasteful and beautiful arrangements, easily making anyone who entered feel small. Up above, painted on the ceiling was a remarkable image of the first paragons. As they arrived, Uriel and his consort Alensia descended gracefully down the stairs to greet their guests, accompanied by more Blood Dragons.

Uriel - ''Salutations! I am thrilled you all arrived safely. Tell me, how are you initally finding the imperial capital?

Uriel stepped up to Aldaren and cupped his hand around hers, gently pressing the tip of his snout against the back of her hand.

Aldaren - Your planet is almost as pretty as Zoleia! Semirian - Please be polite, my Queen. Aldaren - What do you mean?

Uriel looked up from Aldaren's hand and smiled towards Kithworto

Uriel - ''For those I have met before it is a pleasure to see you all once again. For those who have first met me, it is a pleasure to meet you.'' Xeron - Yes, I'm sure it is.

Kithworto smiled back, though it was strained and somewhat solemn in truth.

Alensia - ''The chefs have been working hard preparing suitable meals and so the banquet will be ready in short order. In the meantime please enjoy the ameniaties the palace has to offer.'' Paronus - Attendants will be romaing the halls and would be hapy to guide you should you need assistance. Rylarien - Thank you. Uriel - ''I will inform attendants to summon you when the banquet is ready. Until then Our home is yours.'' Aldaren - I can't wait!

The Library
During their explorations of the palace, Aldarian and Semirion came across a pair of double-doors made of a dark red wood and detailed with silver. On the front of the doors was a phrase in High Dracid that read "through study and though observation and discussion with my fellows, I ascend to a place greater than any other in thlis land. For it is a place where wisdom is life." The two Zoles looked at each other in curiosity. Aldaren was amazed by the words, which bore a clear indicator that something important was behind these doors.

Aldaren - ''Oh! Interesting! We should check this place.'' Semirian - I see no reason not to.

Pushing opern the doors, the two of them were introduced to a room several floors high. Extending to the ceiling were walls lined with books kept behind transparent material, Their initial view alone was exposed to the sight of many thousands of such tomes of all sizes and ages. The room itself continued further down. At the end of each bookcase was a statue of a Draocnis, some of them joined by what appeared to be lizards vaguely reminiscent of geckos hovering with dragonfly-like wings, all suspended in marble and detailed with gold. The two immediately recognised the kind of room they were in, and while Semirian stood with her mouth open, Aldaren looked at him while fluttering her fan beside her face. Fluttering about in dancing clouds in the higher reaches of the room were motes of dust that swam and swerved in the air like schools of fish, illuminated by an enormous skylight that bathed the room in shafts of bright violet sunlight.

Semirian - ''Ah. A library.'' Aldaren - You love reading, don't you Semirian? Semirian - I do, in fact.

As they entered, some of the motes descended from the high reaches and coalesced into a ghost-like image of a female Draconis in a long dress. The being they formed emerged standing right in front of the two Zoles, smiling as a Draconis would and lowereing her head. Aldaren widened her eyes and stepped back, instinctively worried despite the phantom's pleasant demanor.

Aldaren - Oh dear. Curator - ''Salutations, honoured guests of his esteemed majesty. We are the royal curator.'' Semirian - Greetings. Aldaren - Hello! Curator - ''We apologise if we surprised you. We exist only to tend to the library and assist visitors how we can.'' Aldaren - Oh no, don't worry about it. Semirian - So this is ineed a library. Curator - ''The royal palace holds a tradition of keeping written documents and historic tomes in a private collection acessable to the royal family and any they wish to share them with. We understand you two have been granted such permission.'' Semirian - ''I would love to give these documents a read. What about you, my Queen?'' Aldaren - Of course. Curator - ''Our records hold over three billion documents and codices from thoughout the galaxy and beyond. If you are interested in a specific subject, please let me know.''

Semirian's eyes widened at the figure he was given. Three billion. A big number, and impossible to cover in merely one day. She felt dazed, bewildered at where to even begin exploring. Aldaren noticed that there were a few others in the library, most of them Draconis but there were also one or two aliens browsing the shelves. One of them was admiring one of the statues of a Draocnis accomanied by one of the fairy-like lizards. Semirian took a deep breath and took a step forward into the depository. She walked over to the shelves and began passing her finger through the documents, looking for something while Aldaren looked over her shoulder. The books that met Semirian's finger ran over appeared historical, the names referring to events in history that perhaps happened a very long time ago. Titles such as "Anaias: The lost Systems" "Areyan Sartom, the Last Prince of Tarax", "ID.27422: The Rebirth of the Orchestra". The Zoles leaned over and took the book named "Anaias: The lost Systems", showing interest in its title. Aldaren, peeking over her shoulder, looked at the title with a curious expression.

Aldaren - That looks interesting.

Standing at the bookshelf a little further down was a Draconis looking at an old-looking book, running his finger gently over a set of yellowed pages. When Semiran turned the book over, the blurb mentioned of how at one point simetime in ID.187449 an entire sector broke off from the Imperium during a time of economic struggle, eventually being lost ot records until recently, aid the book was correct this incident was not the first itme it had happened.

Semirian - ''Hm. A sector losing contact. This is what happens when we lose contact with certain Cold Relays at home.'' Aldaren - ''Seems to have happened multiple times too. Well, they are far older tha us after all.'' Septis - Are you as impressed at their age as I am? Aldaren - Oh?

Aldaren peeked behind herself. While they were focusng on the book, they were approached by a Draconis who was samller than an adult. His body was adorned with amber scales, if his size was an indication he was in his early adolescent years.

Aldaren - ''Hello, little one! What's your name?'' Septis - ''Septis. And I'm not that little.'' Semirian - ''Indeed, the Draconid Imperium's age impresses me. No empire at Borealis compares to it... except the Grox, but they are extragalactics.'' Septis - ''According to my histroy teacher the Grox came from here. I'm told that there's a planet somewhere near the core that was some sort of homeworld. But that was billions of years ago though.'' Aldaren - ''Grox. Horrid creatures.'' Semirian - ''Not anymore, my Queen. The Borealis Grox have been pacified.'' Aldaren - Horrid creatures still. Septis - "Pacified" is a word my uncle uses when really he means destroyed or subjugated. Semirian - ''Hm. No. I mean they are our allies now.'' Aldaren - ''Your uncle has a rather morbid way of thinking. No offense.'' Septis - ''I guess I have some morbid adopted uncles. But he is an officer.''

Septis tried looking to see what book the two were looking at and his face lit up when he recognised the title.

Septis - ''Oh cool, you two are reading about Anaias? Someday I want to rediscover some lost part of the Imperium. My father's done it a few times!'' Aldaren - Who's your father? Septis - ''You've proably met him. He's the paragavatus.'' Aldaren - ''Oh! You're his son. Yes, I know him.'' Semirian - He has invited us here today. Septis - ''Yeah, although he gets really busy sometimes. Sometimes its to meet aliens, sometimes he goes on trips with Tyraz, who I guess is an uncle of mine now, and sometimes he is busy talking to these aliens who worship him although I don't know why they do.''

Utterance of this brought on a concerned look from both Semirian and Aldaren

Semirian - Aliens worship your father? Septis - ''Yeah...I'm as confused as you about it. I see on the exonet that some people have shrines to him i ntheir homes. Well, not just him but other paragons.'' Aldaren - That sounds extremely creepy and I'm glad no one does that to me.

Septis looked down, it was clear that he was genuinely confused as to the why and how of this cult he described.

Semirian - ''Hm. Do you have anymore books you can recommend me?'' Septis - ''Well, there's all kinds of history books in here, and some stories by all kinds of authors. I found this one author, called Satran who wrote books about social patterns and the outcome of all kinds of social movements.'' Semirian - ''Social patterns? Hm. That could possibly be helpful for the other councillors. Xeron in particular.'' Septis - I'll show you where his section is.

Septis beckoned the two to follow and led them to another part of the library's main hall. Once arriving he pointed to a pair of shelves at eye level to Semirian and Aldaren. Upon being introduced t othe collection, Semirian began browsing through the books while Aldaren watched her, waving her fan in front of her face. On these shelves were books with titles such as "Capitalism: A cycle of rise and fall", "The many hurdles of socialist ideas", "Rationalism's uphill war", "The common pitfalls of dictatorships" and "Monarchy for a modern age".

Semirian - ''"The common pitfalls of dictatorships". This sounds like an interesting read.'' Septis - I'm told Satran liked to think that most government ideas were only bad because of what people ended up doing. Semirian - What do you mean? Septis - Well, he thought that if done right, a dictatorship could be good to live in. Aldaren - ''Huh. That sounds weird.'' Semirian - Interesting. Septis - Ypu can ask The Curator for a copy of any of these books, but she gets angry at anything leaving the library without good reason, and really angry if any originals leave the palace. Semirian - ''I will ask her. I did not plan to simply take documents away.''

After Semrian finished speaking, the motes descended again, forming into the Curator.

The Curator - Simply name the codises you wish to take with you and we shall provide you with a copy.

Semirian turned around and nodded to The Curator. She handed the intelligence Common Pitfalls Of Dictatorships and the phantom dissapreared into a dancing school of motes, same way she had appeared. Mere moments later a small cloud came floating down from the main school, surrounding a book with the same title. The cloud hovered in front of Semirian in ofference, and as they hovered, Semirian reached out and grasped both sides of the blook. Once she had a firm grip the motes scattered and flew back up to join the main cloud. With book in hand, she began reading as the trio continued to explore the library.

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During their explorations of the palace, Aldarian and Semirion came across a pair of double-doors made of a dark red wood and detailed with silver. On the front of the doors was a phrase in High Dracid that read "through study and though observation and discussion with my fellows, I ascend to a place greater than any other in thlis land. For it is a place where wisdom is life." The two Zoles looked at each other in curiosity. Aldaren was amazed by the words, which bore a clear indicator that something important was behind these doors.

Aldaren - ''Oh! Interesting! We should check this place.'' Semirian - I see no reason not to.

Pushing opern the doors, the two of them were introduced to a room several floors high. Extending to the ceiling were walls lined with books kept behind transparent material, Their initial view alone was exposed to the sight of many thousands of such tomes of all sizes and ages. The room itself continued further down. At the end of each bookcase was a statue of a Draocnis, some of them joined by what appeared to be lizards vaguely reminiscent of geckos hovering with dragonfly-like wings, all suspended in marble and detailed with gold. The two immediately recognised the kind of room they were in, and while Semirian stood with her mouth open, Aldaren looked at him while fluttering her fan beside her face. Fluttering about in dancing clouds in the higher reaches of the room were motes of dust that swam and swerved in the air like schools of fish, illuminated by an enormous skylight that bathed the room in shafts of bright violet sunlight.

Semirian - ''Ah. A library.'' Aldaren - You love reading, don't you Semirian? Semirian - I do, in fact.

As they entered, some of the motes descended from the high reaches and coalesced into a ghost-like image of a female Draconis in a long dress. The being they formed emerged standing right in front of the two Zoles, smiling as a Draconis would and lowereing her head. Aldaren widened her eyes and stepped back, instinctively worried despite the phantom's pleasant demanor.

Aldaren - Oh dear. Curator - ''Salutations, honoured guests of his esteemed majesty. We are the royal curator.'' Semirian - Greetings. Aldaren - Hello! Curator - ''We apologise if we surprised you. We exist only to tend to the library and assist visitors how we can.'' Aldaren - Oh no, don't worry about it. Semirian - So this is ineed a library. Curator - ''The royal palace holds a tradition of keeping written documents and historic tomes in a private collection acessable to the royal family and any they wish to share them with. We understand you two have been granted such permission.'' Semirian - ''I would love to give these documents a read. What about you, my Queen?'' Aldaren - Of course. Curator - ''Our records hold over three billion documents and codices from thoughout the galaxy and beyond. If you are interested in a specific subject, please let me know.''

Semirian's eyes widened at the figure he was given. Three billion. A big number, and impossible to cover in merely one day. She felt dazed, bewildered at where to even begin exploring. Aldaren noticed that there were a few others in the library, most of them Draconis but there were also one or two aliens browsing the shelves. One of them was admiring one of the statues of a Draocnis accomanied by one of the fairy-like lizards. Semirian took a deep breath and took a step forward into the depository. She walked over to the shelves and began passing her finger through the documents, looking for something while Aldaren looked over her shoulder. The books that met Semirian's finger ran over appeared historical, the names referring to events in history that perhaps happened a very long time ago. Titles such as "Anaias: The lost Systems" "Areyan Sartom, the Last Prince of Tarax", "ID.27422: The Rebirth of the Orchestra". The Zoles leaned over and took the book named "Anaias: The lost Systems", showing interest in its title. Aldaren, peeking over her shoulder, looked at the title with a curious expression.

Aldaren - That looks interesting.

Standing at the bookshelf a little further down was a Draconis looking at an old-looking book, running his finger gently over a set of yellowed pages. When Semiran turned the book over, the blurb mentioned of how at one point simetime in ID.187449 an entire sector broke off from the Imperium during a time of economic struggle, eventually being lost ot records until recently, aid the book was correct this incident was not the first itme it had happened.

Semirian - ''Hm. A sector losing contact. This is what happens when we lose contact with certain Cold Relays at home.'' Aldaren - ''Seems to have happened multiple times too. Well, they are far older tha us after all.'' Septis - Are you as impressed at their age as I am? Aldaren - Oh?

Aldaren peeked behind herself. While they were focusng on the book, they were approached by a Draconis who was samller than an adult. His body was adorned with amber scales, if his size was an indication he was in his early adolescent years.

Aldaren - ''Hello, little one! What's your name?'' Septis - ''Septis. And I'm not that little.'' Semirian - ''Indeed, the Draconid Imperium's age impresses me. No empire at Borealis compares to it... except the Grox, but they are extragalactics.'' Septis - ''According to my histroy teacher the Grox came from here. I'm told that there's a planet somewhere near the core that was some sort of homeworld. But that was billions of years ago though.'' Aldaren - ''Grox. Horrid creatures.'' Semirian - ''Not anymore, my Queen. The Borealis Grox have been pacified.'' Aldaren - Horrid creatures still. Septis - "Pacified" is a word my uncle uses when really he means destroyed or subjugated. Semirian - ''Hm. No. I mean they are our allies now.'' Aldaren - ''Your uncle has a rather morbid way of thinking. No offense.'' Septis - ''I guess I have some morbid adopted uncles. But he is an officer.''

Septis tried looking to see what book the two were looking at and his face lit up when he recognised the title.

Septis - ''Oh cool, you two are reading about Anaias? Someday I want to rediscover some lost part of the Imperium. My father's done it a few times!'' Aldaren - Who's your father? Septis - ''You've proably met him. He's the paragavatus.'' Aldaren - ''Oh! You're his son. Yes, I know him.'' Semirian - He has invited us here today. Septis - ''Yeah, although he gets really busy sometimes. Sometimes its to meet aliens, sometimes he goes on trips with Tyraz, who I guess is an uncle of mine now, and sometimes he is busy talking to these aliens who worship him although I don't know why they do.''

Utterance of this brought on a concerned look from both Semirian and Aldaren

Semirian - Aliens worship your father? Septis - ''Yeah...I'm as confused as you about it. I see on the exonet that some people have shrines to him i ntheir homes. Well, not just him but other paragons.'' Aldaren - That sounds extremely creepy and I'm glad no one does that to me.

Septis looked down, it was clear that he was genuinely confused as to the why and how of this cult he described.

Semirian - ''Hm. Do you have anymore books you can recommend me?'' Septis - ''Well, there's all kinds of history books in here, and some stories by all kinds of authors. I found this one author, called Satran who wrote books about social patterns and the outcome of all kinds of social movements.'' Semirian - ''Social patterns? Hm. That could possibly be helpful for the other councillors. Xeron in particular.'' Septis - I'll show you where his section is.

Septis beckoned the two to follow and led them to another part of the library's main hall. Once arriving he pointed to a pair of shelves at eye level to Semirian and Aldaren. Upon being introduced t othe collection, Semirian began browsing through the books while Aldaren watched her, waving her fan in front of her face. On these shelves were books with titles such as "Capitalism: A cycle of rise and fall", "The many hurdles of socialist ideas", "Rationalism's uphill war", "The common pitfalls of dictatorships" and "Monarchy for a modern age".

Semirian - ''"The common pitfalls of dictatorships". This sounds like an interesting read.'' Septis - I'm told Satran liked to think that most government ideas were only bad because of what people ended up doing. Semirian - What do you mean? Septis - Well, he thought that if done right, a dictatorship could be good to live in. Aldaren - ''Huh. That sounds weird.'' Semirian - Interesting. Septis - Ypu can ask The Curator for a copy of any of these books, but she gets angry at anything leaving the library without good reason, and really angry if any originals leave the palace. Semirian - ''I will ask her. I did not plan to simply take documents away.''

After Semrian finished speaking, the motes descended again, forming into the Curator.

The Curator - Simply name the codises you wish to take with you and we shall provide you with a copy.

Semirian turned around and nodded to The Curator. She handed the intelligence Common Pitfalls Of Dictatorships and the phantom dissapreared into a dancing school of motes, same way she had appeared. Mere moments later a small cloud came floating down from the main school, surrounding a book with the same title. The cloud hovered in front of Semirian in ofference, and as they hovered, Semirian reached out and grasped both sides of the blook. Once she had a firm grip the motes scattered and flew back up to join the main cloud. With book in hand, she began reading as the trio continued to explore the library.

[20:48]  After an hour, the guests were taken to the grand banquet hall where a single gold-framed large marble-topped table occupied the centre of the room. Surrounding the long table were several chairs ranging from small to large and all of them quite ornate and well-padded with the finest materials. At the far end was a chair significantly grander than all the others, on its right side as a small but still grand chair. [20:48]  Uriel and Alensia arrived in the room and sat down at these two chairs, while attendants guided the group to chairs assigned to them [20:50] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren was the first to take her seat, followed by Arkarixus, Xerkea, Semirian, Rylarien and Xeron. The Niaka councillor kept a aprehensive look as he sat down. [20:51]  As evertone entered, an orchestra began to perform a calm classical piece of music, slowing down as everyone was settled [20:53]  Kithworto sat down last, keeping his hands off the table. [20:56]  After everyoe sat down, attendants brought starter dishes from the kitchen, each one looked similar save for a few texture differences. But all looked like a bowl of mixed morsals, nuts and fried meat [20:57] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - Oh, what's this? It looks delicious! [20:58]  Uriel - An appetiser. Krann and udulov meat served with tropical nuts. [21:02] <@OluapPlayer> (brb) [21:03] == TechnoIsAway has changed nick to Technobliterator [21:04]  Kithworto - Ah. I see you gave me the right cutlery. [21:05]  Uriel - Now, I wish to formally apologise if any tension was caused when the Grand Senate decided to abandon the Imperium's colonies within your galaxy.(we now wait for Oluap) [21:06]  (second time that's happened) [21:06]  (so ignore Uriel repeating himself) [21:10] <@OluapPlayer> (ok back) [21:10] <@OluapPlayer> Xeron - Yes. You suddenly being too scared of our galaxy did cause tension. [21:12]  Uriel - Vindevus' assassination spurred an uproar within the homeland council. I hoped that they would calm down but it appears I may have been too quiet on the matter. [21:13] <@OluapPlayer> Xeron - I'll keep quiet for now on. [21:14]  Kithworto - Hm. Chi was...unpredictable. [21:16]  Uriel - After her assiassinated Vindevus, and the Galactic war that the colonists endured there was question if the galaxy was indeed safe. [21:17] <@OluapPlayer> Xerkea - If it wasn't, we wouldn't be living in it. [21:18]  Alensia - Perhaps. [21:18]  Kithworto - Perhaps I should give a little insight to him. It might ease the tension surrounding him. [21:20]  Uriel - If you wish, Kithworto. [21:20] <Xho> Kithworto was slowly eating his food, using the utensils specifically designed for the Kicath's odd fingers. [21:22] <Monet> Alensia - What exactly do you imply, Kithworto? [21:23] <Xho> Kithworto - Chi was an experiment, mainly put forward by the Empress' advisor. He was born out of a laboratory experiment. Designed to simply just kill. Little did they know, increasing his opportunity to kill would only make him more...violent. I tried stopping the program during my days as a military commander. I was threatened with the death penalty instead. [21:25] <Monet> Alensia - Vindevus' death....was because your former leaders did not accept when they were going too far with a military project. [21:25] <Xho> Kithworto - They already went too far in trying to breed one. [21:25] <Xho> Kithworto continued eating, only speaking with his mouth empty. [21:26] <Xho> Kithworto - You know our kind. You know our individuals. Aggressive. Violent. Making something born for just that is in itself catastrophic. [21:26] <Monet> Paronus - And this...."Agent Nu". What is he? [21:27] <@OluapPlayer> Xeron - Regardless, Chi was killed weeks later. I bet you weren't even aware of that. [21:27] <Xho> Kithworto - Something better. Something worse. Not even I can tell. [21:30] <Monet> Uriel - I was infromed. It was a great relief. However the praetors felt this wasn't enough and would have preferred it not happening i nthe first place. [21:31] <@OluapPlayer> Semirian - As much as we try, we can't make Borealis 100% safe for every single sapient in it. Andromeda is no different, neither is any other galaxy. [21:33] <Monet> As they talked attendants brought out the main courses, several paltes of all kinds of animals roasted, spiced and garnished to meet high tastes, served with various sauces and wines [21:34] <Monet> Uriel - I have seen the face of war, councillor. Which is why I find it idiotic that one can shut their ears and hide in a corner when faced with dark times. [21:34] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - Can we please stop talking about death? You're making me distressed... [21:36] <Monet> Uriel was struck with embarrasment and looked at Aldaren slightly ashamed [21:37] <Monet> Uriel - ...my apologies. Perhaps we should discuss a lighter topic [21:37] <@OluapPlayer> (I can give spoilers here if you don't mind) [21:38] <Monet> ( I can vaguely guess by her attitude) [21:38] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - I don't need to be constantly reminded that I am the sole leader of the Zoles now. [21:40] <Monet> Uriel was silent for a moment, before taking a heavy sigh [21:40] <Monet> Uriel - My sympathies dear lady. [21:41] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - It's okay. Just...talk about something else...like the food. The food's good. [21:41] <Xho> Kithworto - War does things to people. Bad things. And good things. Oniron was an example of that. My ancestors had fought alongside him after he turned. I don't believe people are beyond changing. Not after what we have seen. [21:44] <Monet> Alensia - Yes, I asked the shef to gather some of the finest recipies from thoughotu the Imperium for tonight. [21:46] <@OluapPlayer> Arkarixus - Yes. The food is good. [21:48] <@OluapPlayer> (I can't think of anything else to add to the rp) [21:48] <Monet> Alensia - Is everyone enjoying the music? [21:48] <@OluapPlayer> Xerkea - It is quite soothing. [21:49] <Xho> Kithworto - It isn't familiar to Kicathian ears. But yes. I would say I am. [21:51] <Xho> Kithworto had finished his food, putting the cutlery in a styled manner on the plate. [21:52] <Monet> Uriel - I also understand that for many of you this is your first time in Andromeda.tell me. I am curious, what did you imagine of our homeworld? [21:52] <Monet> of the imperial capital* [21:52] <@OluapPlayer> Semirian - It is impressive. Aldaren - Indeed! I'd love to spend some days here. Xerkea - I...have nothing to say, [21:53] <Monet> Uriel leaned to Kithworto and kept a low tone of voice as he whispered [21:53] <Monet> Uriel - Is there an issue on the mind of the Niaka that I should be aware of? [21:54] <Xho> Kithworto - Not that I am aware of. [21:55] <@OluapPlayer> Xerkea - I never really bothered to imagine it. [21:55] <Monet> Uriel leaned back and straightened himself up and adjusted his clothes. [21:55] <Monet> Uriel if any of you wish I can arrange for guest quarters to be allocated for a few days [21:56] <Xho> Kithworto - I'm afraid I am short of knowledge when it comes to the political dealings of Borealis for the past seven years. [21:56] <Monet> Uriel - * [21:56] <@OluapPlayer> Rylarien - As nice as that would be, we cannot leave Borealis for more than a day. Aldaren - But I can! [21:59] <Monet> Uriel - As you wish, Lady Aldaren I can arrange a bedroom for you. [21:59] <Xho> Kithworto - If that was the case, then how come I was not stopped from leaving Borealis for more than a day? [21:59] <@OluapPlayer> Arkarixus - Like we can control your actions. [22:01] <Xho> Kithworto - I don't like people thinking of me as...well...of me. [22:01] <Monet> Alensia - Is this regulation purely political? [22:02] <Monet> Uriel - Alensia often takes my stead whenever I am away from political duties [22:02] <@OluapPlayer> Semirian - Yes. There are no substitutes for councillors in the Polar Crystal Alliance. [22:02] <Monet> Alensia - Yes like those expeditions you enjoy so much, darling. [22:03] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - The prime ministers can take care of the throne while I'm away. [22:04] <Monet> Alensia - I would be all in favour of lady Aldaren spending time on Alcanti. Seeing how enthusiastic she is. [22:05] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - I do need some time away from home. Too many bad things happened in the last three years. [22:07] <Monet> Alensia - Then it would be offensive of us to not offer you a break my dear [22:08] <@OluapPlayer> Aldaren - I really appreciate it. [22:09] <Monet> As the attendants cleared away the empty plates, attendants came back out with trays of exotic desserts and more drinks for the diners [22:11] <Monet> Uriel - Does anyone have room for dessert? [22:12] <Xho> Kithworto - I will have to pass. Though a drink sounds good to me. [22:12] <@OluapPlayer> Arkarixus - Hm. I accept it. Xerkea - I'm full but I accept a drink. Aldaren - I got room for both! [22:13] <Monet> Uriel smiled and waved to attendants, who refilled everyone's glasses with the finest Draconid wines. [22:14] <Xho> Kithworto - I suppose you have...heard the news. [22:14] <Monet> Other attendants moved to palce desserts in front of Arkarixus and Aldaren - In front of Arkarixus was a sugary tart topped with large edible mineral crystals while Aldaren was given a glass of red-coloured ice cream topped with chocolate [22:15] <Monet> Uriel - Which news? [22:17] <Xho> Kithworto - I decided to resign my position in the Kicathian Remnant and give it to another. [22:17] <@OluapPlayer> Xerkea - I must have missed that. [22:18] <Monet> Uriel - Who is to be your successor? [22:18] <Xho> Kithworto - A man named Vórnurään Kitmadzäron. He knows the inner workings of the Remnant. He's a politician. Not a warrior. [22:21] <Monet> Uriel - What are you to do in your retirement? [22:22] <Xho> Kithworto - Remain as a councillor. As far as I can see, Borealis is safer like that. [22:23] <Monet> Uriel - I agree, Which reminds me...perhaps I can discuss with a few of the Grand Senate to reopen the Imperium's trade lanes between our galaxies. [22:24] <@OluapPlayer> Semirian - Hm. It is possible. [22:26] <Monet> Uriel - And *if* some inhabitants of the galaxy seek to move to Andromeda wither to live in the Imperium or establish their own colonies, I will do my best to convince the Andromedan Light to allw them [22:29] <@OluapPlayer> Xeron - We can take care of ourselves in our home, thank you. [22:30] <Monet> Uriel - I did not mean my offer as a comment on the safety of your galaxy, councillor.

[12:18] <@AdmiralPanda> otaii, I'm good. So, the question is, are they gonna bump into each other on a Fordan world or a DI world? [12:18] <Hachi_> I think a DI world is more likely [12:18] <Monet> Yeah, Sarec is showing Hachi around Andromeda. [12:19] <@AdmiralPanda> Fordan Empire is in the middle of three clusters of DI space, but I agree [12:20] <@AdmiralPanda> It'd probably be a transit hub of some description, given that essence schools aren't exactly corner stores, so it'd be some stopover planet in between important destinations I thin [12:20] <@AdmiralPanda> think* [12:21] <Monet> Well, some oyal Academy institutions offer teaching. [12:22] <@AdmiralPanda> I should probably clarify, Sor isn't looking for a teacher, she's just looking to learn how others use and teach essence [12:23] <Monet> I'm suggesting the Royal Academy because there is an entire department that studies the nature of essence and how it interacts. But a stopover planet is fine. [12:24] <@AdmiralPanda> Good point, but would that be a place to run into Hachi is the other concern [12:25] <Monet> Hmm, well it could either be a campus town or Sarec is showing hachi a university for some reason. [12:26] <Hachi_> It could be that Sarec is showing Hachi an example of DI architecture or what a stopover planet is really like [12:27] <Monet> A university is a good place to show off architecture. [12:27] <@AdmiralPanda> Ok, that sounds like a plan [12:29] <Monet> Although then again Hachi never really had a formal education so could this be taken as a troll visit? [12:30] <Hachi_> Heh, possibly. [12:30] <Hachi_> "See that person there? You'd be living independentaly if you went to school." [12:30] <@AdmiralPanda> Apply ice water to location of burn [12:31] <Monet> OKay so shall I start? [12:32] <@AdmiralPanda> go for it [12:35] <Monet> Sarec had taken Hachi on a visit to a small campus town on Orofar V in the Balas-5 sector. The town was a smal lcollective of post-modern midrise buildings scattered with sizeable two-story homes. This town was a mixing pot for numerous races. Draconis, Terratrix, Sankana - even a few humans could be seen about the sparsely-populated neighbourhood. [12:37] <Monet> Sarec had taken Hachi to see the local university, a large modern building some five stories tall. Clad in glass and framed with brass, it reflected the planet's amber sun, with bathed the tow nin a soft orange even though it was the afternoon. [12:38] <Hachi_> Hachi was impressed by the size of the building, as well as the decorative and traditional style. [12:38] <Hachi_> Hachi - Gee, I knew the Draconis guys were fancy but I never expected their schools to look so...fancy. [12:39] <Monet> Sarec chuckled - Well expression and elegance are cornerstones of our society. [12:40] <Hachi_> Hachi - But...it's a school! Why use so much effort on a school? [12:41] <Monet> Sarec - Well...we pride ourselves on education as well. [12:42] <Hachi_> Hachi - Hey I never went to school and I turned out alright! [12:43] <Monet> Sarec - Well sure but places liek this are for people who want to learn even more. [12:44] <Hachi_> Hachi - People WANT to learn more?! [12:44] <Monet> Sarec - Well...yes. [12:45] <Monet> Sarec - They want to improve themselves, broaden how much they know. It's a desireable thing here in the Imperium. [12:45] <Hachi_> Hachi - People...WANT... to go to school? [12:47] <Monet> Sarec - University is a little different to normal school. For one you are treated more like an adult, it is not unheard of for students to develop lifelong friendships or even relationships with their lecturers. [12:48] <Hachi_> Hachi - A relationship...with a...teacher? Dude, that's...no. Just...no. [12:49] <Monet> Sarec chuckled - Tell you what, how about we go into the town square and I get you some ice cream. [12:50] <Hachi_> Hachi - After what you just told me, ice cream ain't the best idea... [12:51] <Monet> Sarec - What would you rather have? [12:52] <Hachi_> Hachi - Mmm...those Draconis-sized hotdogs look rather appetizing! [12:52] <Hachi_> Hachi smiled and stuck out his tongue, scratching the back of his head. [12:53] <Monet> (cute face ahoy!) [12:53] <Monet> Sarec - Are you sure you can handle one that big? [12:53] <@AdmiralPanda> (Heyooo) [12:55] <Hachi_> Hachi - Of course! If you can handle one then surely I can! [12:55] <Monet> (looking at my revised Draconis design, a hotdog is probably the diameter and 3/4-full length of a human arm) [12:55] <Monet> Sarec - I can handle one because they were designed for someone of my size. [12:55] <Hachi_> Hachi - ...A-Are you calling me small? [12:56] <Monet> sarec openedh is mouth but stuttered. Not wnating to be rude. [12:56] <Monet> Sarec - If you REALLY want one then fine, i'll get you a Draconis-sized hotdog. [12:57] <Hachi_> Hachi - Yay! I'm sure my mouth can handle something so big! [12:57] <@AdmiralPanda> (HEY-OOOO) [12:58] <Monet> Sarec reached past the back of hachi's neck and rested his hand on Hachi's shoulder and they both walked towarrds the town centre, where it was noticeably busier with a lot more aliens, most of them considerably talelr than Hachi. [12:59] <@AdmiralPanda> From across the town square, a young alien girl watched the odd pair out of curiosity. She could sense something different about them, different enough to indicate they may be the type of person she was searching for. Her tall frame made her stand out in a crowd, however she hoped she wasn't drawing too much attention. [13:01] <Hachi_> Hachi sat at a table and looked around, observing all the aliens and feeling a little self-conscious as he saw humans. He looked down and sighed, not noticing the alien girl amongst the crowd as his attention span was pretty low. [13:02] <Monet> Sarec had gone inside the shop for a few minutes, on another table, a young human couple turned their attention towards him. They were both smartly-dressed in typical Imperial styles of silver trim, navy blues and velvet.. [13:02] <Monet> towards hachi [13:03] <@AdmiralPanda> The girl started to slowly make her way through the crowd, attempting to get closer to Hachi to try and talk to him. She was a monk of sorts, on a pilgrimage from her homeworld to study other races, and Hachi seemed the most unique around. [13:04] <Hachi_> Hachi looked up for a moment to notice them and then looked back down out of shame, though not making it so obvious he intentionally flipped a coin out of his pocket and bent down to pick it up. [13:04] <Monet> The couple muttered to each other in some form of distorted English. [13:06] <Hachi_> Hachi - *muttering to himself* Look at those humans, born so perfect and rich while I'm here looking like something out of a freak zoo... [13:06] <Monet> After about ten minutes, Sarec stepped out of the shop carrying two paltes bearing hot dogs. Although to him the hod-dogs looked appropriate size, when he sat down he put one of thep lates in front of Hachi. [13:07] <Monet> The sausages appeared enormous. [13:07] <Monet> Sarec looked at Hachi and put on a caring face. COncerned for hachi's feelings. [13:07] <Monet> Sarec - Something wrong? [13:08] <Hachi_> Hachi - Hmm? Why would you say something's wrong? [13:08] <Monet> Sarec - Well you don't look as happy as when I left you. [13:09] <Hachi_> Hachi - I stubbed my toe on a rock, that's all. [13:09] <@AdmiralPanda> Seeing a Draconis sit down with Hachi, the girl slowed down. She was a Fordanta, a normally physically potent race, but she wanted to avoid trouble wherever possible. Plus, she could see Hachi's mood shift, and didn't want to approach him while his guardian was nearby [13:09] <Monet> Sarec - While sitting down? [13:09] <Hachi_> Hachi - There's a lot of rocks. [13:10] <Hachi_> Hachi looked to the sausages and quickly perked up his mood. He had the largest of smiles upon his face as he smelled the hotdog in front of him, just resisting the urge to dunk his face into the meat. [13:10] <Monet> Sarec leaned in, esting his arms on the table. [13:10] <Monet> Sarec - Look if something was bothering you, you don't need to hide it. [13:11] <Hachi_> Hachi - I...Uhh, well...I-It doesn't matter much, my fur just got a bit tangled earlier and I was in a grouchy mood. [13:12] <Hachi_> (gotta brb for a moment) [13:12] <@AdmiralPanda> (k) [13:15] <Hachi_> (And back) [13:15] <@AdmiralPanda> The girl was left in the middle of the square, with people moving past her in all directions, and some of them were pushing into her to get past. Her sheer mass made her hard to push over, but she wasn't concentrating and so she tripped, stumbling out of the crowd towards Hachi and Sarec. [13:16] <Monet> A few of the cafe's patrons stood up out of surpprise, Sarec looked over with a curious look in his eyes. [13:18] <Hachi_> Hachi's face was buried into his sausage, but he too noticed the girl trip and lifted his head up to take a look, blinking for a moment as he had sauce, mustard and meat across his face. [13:18] <Monet> Sarec - Hachi do you mind if I--? [13:18] <@AdmiralPanda> Embarrassed, the girl started to pick herself up, pulling her robe tighter around her and turning to go back into the crowd. [13:19] <Monet> Sarec - Are you okay miss? [13:20] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Oh, uh.. yes, yes I'm quite alright. Thank you for asking, though, uh.. [13:20] <Hachi_> Hachi - Hey, I dunt blame you for tripping! Looooots of rocks about! [13:21] <Monet> Sarec - Are you sure? You took quite a fall. [13:22] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - It's alright, I, uh.. my people aren't exactly too concerned about falls that short. I really should go, uh, sorry for disturbing you.. [13:22] <Monet> Some of the cafe's patrons muttered to themselves, seeing a Fordanta was not unheard of i nthis part of the Imperium but someone of her appearence was even rarer. [13:23] <Hachi_> Hachi stood up and wiped his face with a napkin before approaching the Fordanta, resting his hands behind his back. [13:23] <Hachi_> Hachi - Hey, did you want something to eat? [13:24] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - No, no I'm fine. Fordanta can't actually eat most of the food here anyway. Thank you for asking, uh...? (asking for name) [13:25] <Monet> Sarec - I'm sure the cafe owner has at least some Fordanta-suitable meat in the shop. [13:25] <Hachi_> Hachi - Hachi! Mr. Hachi! [13:25] <Hachi_> Hachi chuckled and turned to Sarec, pointing to him. [13:25] <Hachi_> Hachi - That's my trusty companion, Mr. Sarec! [13:27] <@AdmiralPanda> (hur, should I write it phonetically (cus Fordanta would pronounce it Hah-ki) or no?) [13:28] <Hachi_> (Sure go ahead) [13:28] <Monet> Sarec smiled in Hachi's direction - And your name, miss? [13:28] <Monet> (put this below Sor's response to hachi) [13:28] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - My name is Sor. It's nice to meet you, Hah-ki, and to you, Sarec. [13:29] <Monet> Sarec - Are you new to this world, Sor? [13:30] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Yes, to be honest I'm quite new to everything outside the monastery. [13:31] <Hachi_> Hachi - Mona-stery? What's that? Is that like a universecity? [13:32] <Monet> Sarec - No Hachi. A monastery is a place where one can put aside matters of the modern world and spend time studying religious exts and meditating. I happened to have grown up in one. [13:33] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Sarec is right. The monastery I grew up in was a very quiet place, only a few hundred lived there. I'm not quite used to having this many people around me at once. [13:33] <Hachi_> Hachi - Geez, why does everybody enjoy studying so much? I got on okay and I don't even know how to count to ten yet! [13:33] <Monet> Sarec - hehe, I never sid I enjoyed all that study. [13:34] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Study and meditation were just facts of life for me. I suppose I learned to enjoy it. [13:35] <Monet> Sarec - I did enjoy the training sessions I took part in, and my mentors told me I was a natural at focusing. [13:36] <Hachi_> Hachi - I bet there was never a lesson for eating though! [13:36] <Hachi_> Hachi ran back to the table and somehow managed to stuff the entirety of his hotdog into his mouth, poking his cheeks out. [13:38] <Monet> Sarec smiled - No but I did get lessons in anatomy, so I know what could happen if you keep that hot-dog stuffed in your mouth for too long. [13:38] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor chuckled a little, although coming from a Fordan it sounded more like coughing. She let her robe fall loose, and put down her hood. (She is wearing clothes underneath of course) [13:39] <Hachi_> Hachi tried to talk but the hotdog stopped him. As a solution to this, he forced the whole hotdog down his throat, resulting in him coughing and spluttering for several minutes. [13:40] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I actually came here to study, well, study of all things. [13:41] <Monet> Sarec - Well I suppose hachi and I were doing the same, we recently came from the local university. [13:41] <Hachi_> Hachi - He said students go out with teachers! [13:42] <Monet> Sarec - Hachi all students there are old enough so that it is not a crime. [13:43] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I... honestly can't imagine that. All the senior monks at the monastery, they were 'senior' for a reason. [13:44] <Hachi_> Hachi - Huh? Who said anything about age being a crime? Teachers are just smart and icky. [13:44] <Monet> Sarec - Some people find intelligence atractive. [13:46] <Hachi_> Hachi giggled and turned around to Sarec, making a groping gesture with his hands to indicate what he found attractive. [13:47] <@AdmiralPanda> Being a reptillian, Sor didn't get the reference. [13:48] <Monet> Sarec - Hachi... Reptiles liek me and Sor are a little different. [13:49] <Hachi_> Hachi - But...but...Awww! [13:49] <Hachi_> Hachi slumped down onto his knees as if in frustration. [13:49] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - When the Empire joined the Commonwealth, we learned that some of the abilities we attributed to our Ma'Sor (personal spirit) were what you called... what was the word again? Essence? [13:50] <Monet> Sarec - That would be the catch-all term yes. [13:51] <Monet> Sarec - I imagien the Royal Academy has some other and rather complicated term for it. [13:51] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I am one of the more attuned students at the monastery, so as my pilgrimage I was tasked with learning what I could of how other races used and taught essence, so that I could bring that knowledge back to the monastery. [13:52] <Hachi_> Hachi - Well, I aint no teacher but I sure can use Essence! [13:52] <Hachi_> Hachi jumped back up happily and held out his hand. [13:53] <Monet> Sarec - Hachi remember waht I told you; mastery comes from focus, not desire. [13:54] <Hachi_> Hachi - Come on, it's just a little trick! [13:55] <Monet> Sarec - I can offer my knowledge o nthe subject. But I was taught true understanding of such enrgies comes from personal experience. [13:55] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I believe you, Hah-ki. I'm sure you're better trained with its use than I am. [13:56] <Hachi_> Out of Hachi's palm appeared a small white Essence ball which soon increased in size to match that of his whole hand until it appeared he was holding a basketball-sized Essence sphere. [13:56] <Monet> Sarec - ...I will be happy to impart my knowledge. [13:58] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I appreciate that, but I wouldn't want to disturb you any more than I already have. [13:59] <Hachi_> Hachi - The Essence I use is called Dream Energy! It's perhaps the rarest of all Essences that can be used by mortal guys! [13:59] <Hachi_> Hachi began to play with the ball by juggling it before lying on the floor and playing with it like a cat. [14:01] <Monet> Sarec - If you desire you could stay with us on my ship for a while. It is quite adanced, im sure you would find the peace you need. ALso I have high-speed Exonet access. [14:01] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor couldn't help but make a cute little noise at Hachi playing with the ball. [14:02] <Hachi_> As Hachi played with it, it soon exploded and threw Hachi across into the crowd, flying straight past Sarec. [14:03] <Monet> There was a mild panic from passers-by as some mistook it for an explosive. Others were shocked as Hachi went flying. [14:03] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor had moved behind Sarec in the blink of an eye- her only real manifestation of essence powers came in the form of physical augmentation. [14:04] <Hachi_> Hachi soon reappeared from out of the crowd, a little burned by the explosion he caused. [14:04] <Hachi_> Hachi - D-Don't worry! There's no need for alarm! Just a little mistake, that's all! [14:04] <Monet> Sarec - perhaps we should be moving on before DOmestic Security investigates this as a supected terrorist attack... [14:05] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - That would be wise, I think. [14:06] <Monet> Sarec - ...So, what do you say to my offer? [14:07] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - If it isn't an inconvenience to you.. [14:07] <Monet> Sarec - Not at all. I have plaenty of space. [14:08] <Hachi_> Hachi scratched his head again and approached Sor, blushing. [14:08] <Hachi_> Hachi - I-It'd be nice to have a g-girl on the ship...I-If you want, I can lend you my room. It's the biggest on board besides Sarec's. [14:08] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Well then, I'd love to! Spending time around a competent essence user will provide me with a wealth of experience I can refer to. [14:10] <Monet> Sarec - I think it might be better if Sor was not foced to see aht you have stored in your room. Theer are plenty of other suitable rooms. [14:11] <Hachi_> Hachi - Hey! How do you know about THOSE?! [14:11] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I think that would be best... I suppose I should go get my things, then. [14:12] <Hachi_> Hachi - D-Do you need any h-help carrying it all? [14:13] <Monet> Sarec - Well for one, Hachi. ADIA keeps me up to date on everything you do. [14:14] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I should be fine, I travel light. I may need some help finding your ship in this cluttered town, though. [14:14] <Hachi_> Hachi - ... [14:14] <Hachi_> Hachi blushed and looked away from them both, stroking his robotic arm. [14:14] <Monet> Sarec - There is a spaceport a kilometre from the town. I am docked in Bay Three. [14:17] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I think I know the place, I should be able to make it there myself. [14:18] <Monet> Sarec - Great to hear! [14:18] <Hachi_> Hachi - C-Could I join w-with you until then? I-I mean, I'm sure S-Sarec has other things to do without me! [14:19] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I don't see why not, I'm not exactly that confident moving around a place like this on my own. [14:20] <Hachi_> Hachi smiled and jumped to Sor's side excitedly before calming down near-instantly. [14:20] <Monet> Sarec - I will prepare the ship for your arrival. Hachi, keep Sor company while she gets her things. [14:22] <Hachi_> Hachi stood up and saluted, his race as red as a tomato. [14:22] <Hachi_> Hachi - Y-Yes sir! [14:22] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor bowed and started to head into the crowd, drawing her robe in tight again. [14:24] <Hachi_> Hachi joined Sor's side, resisting the urge to hold her hand and simply placed his own inside his pockets. [14:24] <Monet> Sarecchuckled and turned around, he headed for the Starport. TO take a shortcut he ducked inside an alleyway and vanished. [14:25] <@AdmiralPanda> Being nine feet tall and weighing near a ton, it was easy for Sor to keep moving against the crowd, somewhat emboldened by Hachi's presence. She also manipulated one of the glowing bulbs on her gauntlet, which released a fine mist. [14:26] <Hachi_> Hachi detected the mist and his ears perked. The result was that he sneezed and fell back onto his rear, sniffling as if he had a cold. [14:27] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Oh, I'm sorry! Here, let me help you up. *Sor extended a hand down to Hachi* [14:29] <Hachi_> Hachi squeaked and sat there for a moment, observing her hand like he had never been helped up before. He soon reached out with his metal one and took a hold, lifting himself up. [14:29] <Hachi_> Hachi - Eugh...I think somebody around here farted...so much for the Imperium having classy citizens. [14:30] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - I think that would have been a spore cloud from my gauntlet here. [14:30] <Hachi_> Hachi - That would explain why it smells like mushrooms! [14:33] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - They create a calming sensation in Fordanta, I suppose it smells a little strong for those who aren't used to it, [14:35] <Hachi_> Hachi - See, Sarec usually does something to me that makes me feel calm. I dunno what he does, something like an "Essence incense" I guess. He's more skilled than I am with his powers. [14:38] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - It took a long time for the senior monks in the monastery to attain their powers, and they hardly understood what they were doing. With time, I'm sure we'll both become far more skilled. [14:39] <Hachi_> Hachi - Yeah, maybe then I can finally learn how to wipe ADIA's memory of my computer. [14:40] <Monet> (where would Sor have been staying?) [14:40] <@AdmiralPanda> (She'd have probably only just arrived, so I'd say her stuff is still with the lander that brought her over) [14:42] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - Why would you want to do that? Anyway, I just have to get my things and tell my mentor that I'll be travelling with you for a while. [14:44] <Monet> Sor's stuff was in the back of the transport that had taken her into the town. Sitting in the drivers' seat was an android while Sor's stuff was stored in the back. [14:44] <Hachi_> Hachi nodded and just sat on the floor as she said so. Not even bothering to look for a chair, he just hopped onto his rear and sat down, his legs outstretched as he yawned. [14:45] <@AdmiralPanda> Reaching into her packs, Sor pulled out a small handheld device. She pressed a few buttons, and spoke into it for a while, conversing quickly in Fordan. After a few minutes, she closed the device and pulled out her packs. [14:47] <Hachi_> As she unpacked her things, Hachi couldn't wait for very long before curling up and falling asleep on the floor in public, with people having to step over him or walk around him. [14:47] <Monet> Android - Is anything else required madam? [14:47] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor - No, that is all. Thank you for the journey. [14:48] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor slung her pack over her shoulder, before carefully picking up Hachi and heading off towards the landing pad Sarec had indicated. [14:49] <Monet> The android nodded and the landerl ifted off [14:50] <Monet> (does this look liek a good stopping point for now?) [14:51] <Hachi_> (Jah, lets stop here) [14:52] <@AdmiralPanda> (Yeah, we can pick up again another time) [14:52] <Monet> I'd be surprised of a few people didn't mistake Hachi for someone living on the street. [14:53] <Hachi_> hur [14:53] <Monet> Although maybe exposing him to DI humans probably wasn't the best idea ever. [14:54] <@AdmiralPanda> Sor is in a similar situation among Fordanta, given that her bloodline really doesn't do much, and in a meritocratic society that tends to bring negative connotations [14:55] <Monet> Wierdly, those "rich and perfect" humans were probably middle-class citizens. [14:57] <Monet> Hachi is going to hate seeing humans who live among the Core Worlds. [14:59] <@AdmiralPanda> Well, I can say this much: the wiener party has been broken up [14:59] <Hachi_> Sarec - :( [15:00] <Monet> Well at least he gets to be around someone who likes meditating. [15:02] <Monet> Hmm, if Sor is 9' tall, then that means Sarec is a little bigger than her. [15:03] <Monet> He's closer to 9' 8 1/2" [15:05] <@AdmiralPanda> Perks of being a Fordanta: you get to be big without trying [15:06] <Hachi_> Hachi is, for some reason, always around giant people [15:06] <@AdmiralPanda> I wonder how Sarec would react to being told Sor is only 7-10 years old [15:06] <Hachi_> First Sarec, now Sor [15:07] == AdmiralPanda [3a6b1143@gateway/web/freenode/ip.58.107.17.67] has quit [Quit: Page closed] [15:07] <Monet> Yeah I have noticed that. it must make him feel even smaller. [15:11] <Monet> I liked how he thought he could one day use his essence powers on ADIA. [15:11] <Monet> A simpler option is for him to learn computer code. [15:13] <Hachi_> Indeed, but since Hachi never had proper schooling, he wouldn't really know how

[00:47] <Irskaad> Kies - I am atheist. [00:48] <Monet> Arsac - Does it REALLY matter? You made a deal with the devil, there is no question of that. [00:48] <Irskaad> Kies - "Repenting" has religious tones, and I am atheist. [00:48] <Monet> Arsac - Not all religions have gods. [00:49] <Monet> Arsac - And what you believe might not always be true. [00:50] <Irskaad> Kies - I'm not going to ask your god for forgiveness, I'd rather ask you for forgiveness. [00:51] <Monet> Arsac - That is my duty. But I cannot absolve you until I know you realise what you have done. [00:52] <Irskaad> Kies - You're still going with this god thing?! Absolve? I'm leaving to find a smarter draconis. *Leaves* [00:52] <Monet> Arsac - *grabs Kies* I may have studied at a monastery but i am no idiot! [00:52] <@OluapPlayer> kies y u no learn lesson [00:52] <Irskaad> TC - *Appears in front of Kies* [00:52] <Monet> Arsac - What now... [00:53] <Tybusen> Lorrelas - *smacks TC* [00:53] <Irskaad> TC - ... Kies, do whatever Arsac tells you. If any religious event *Feels nothing* comes out of it, I'll augment you with my technology. Kies - Fine. [00:54] <Tybusen> Wait. [00:54] <Tybusen> Is TC Tahar Collective? [00:54] <Tybusen> Because if it is [00:54] <Monet> Yes [00:54] <Tybusen> Lorrelas just somehow smacked the entire Tahar Collective at once [00:54] <Tybusen> o.O [00:54] <@OluapPlayer> And none of them felt anything [00:54] <Tybusen> Well [00:54] <Tybusen> When you spread a smack meant to hit one person across maybe a few hundred [00:55] what is the name of that carbon based sustins thats used foa a crap lode of stuf [00:55] <Tybusen> It doesn't tend to have much effect [00:55] <Monet> Graphene? I think it's still in R&D. [00:56] <Monet> Arsac - I want to help you. The most powerful force affecting your life is your own body and mind, not some supreme being. Those who repent do so to themselves. [00:57] <Irskaad> TC - Go on. Kies - I repent. [00:57] <Monet> Arsac - *folds her arms* For what. [00:58] <Irskaad> Kies - For nearly killing my species, and potentially the Galaxy. [00:59] <Tybusen> Lorrelas - And...? [00:59] <Monet> Arsac - And who suffered most by your hands? [00:59] <Irskaad> Kies - Varkeos... *Tears a bit* [01:00] <Monet> Arsac - Would you consider such a deal in the future? [01:00] <Irskaad> Kies - No. [01:01] <Irskaad> TC - <<I seem to be winning the bet.>> [01:05] <Monet> Arsac - [high dracid] Limba, Inquestra Arsac recedda teer, Kies Kortograa, ol vas irulamii ol irhalsuus. (I, Inquisitor Arsac, absolve you, Kies Kortograa of all crimes of heresy). [01:06] <Irskaad> TC - ... <<Heresy... Glad it's in a language Kies doesn't understand...>> [01:07] == Liquid_Ink [79d2d805@gateway/web/freenode/ip.121.210.216.5] has joined #sporewiki [01:07] <Monet> Arsac - You are forgiven, Kies. I have done what I needed t odo. [01:08] <Irskaad> Kies - ...  TC - :Trollface: Lesson learned: Don't be paranoid. *Teleports away* [01:08] <Irskaad> Marahk - What, you thought he was going to send you to church? [01:09] <Irskaad> Kies - *Leaves* [01:09] <Monet> Arsac - He has realised his error, let him contemplate for a while. [01:10] <Irskaad> Marahk - Kay. *Leaves*

Announcer - ''Spectators of Ariven Prime, today we have to very dangerous competitors entering the rink. Our first competitor; an elite soldier from the enigmatic Unified nation of Ottzello and a rose with very sharp thorns... Kalcedia Myran!''

Kalcedia walked into the arena, strutting her stuff as her arms were folded. She was wearing minimal armour and a dagger strapped to her left leg. She looked to the crowd and kept a serious face. As she closed in on the middle of the arena she stood still, stretched out her arms and laughed as the crowd cheered at her.

Announcer - ''Give her a good cheer everyone... And her opponent; A ggrizzled veteren of three regional championships of the Tholfame 12 sector, a man who is no stranger to the arena... Goss'Korv Akkhror!''

A large Val'Kar, 2.6m tall strutted onto the arena in metallic armour with a large two-handed mace slung over his shoulder, he grinned deviously as he looked at Kalcedia.

Goss - Heh, you don't look like much, are you sure you're not lost? Kalcedia - ''Hmph, I don't look like much, huh? ''

She winked at him and folded her arms again.

Goss - I feel so bad that I might have to un-pretty that face of yours... Kalcedia - ''Hmph, a dumb brute with a flattery problem. Well, sweetie, if you can lay a hand on my body, I'll show you a surprise.'' Goss - May the best one win. Kalcedia - Why thank you deary.

Goss'Korv lifted his mace and let the head drop vertically to the arena floor with a thump. Kalcedia unfoled her ams and positioned herself to await hsi first attack. Goss snorts as the referee signalled to begin the fight. He lifted his hammer and charged at Kalcedia, grunting all the while. Ash e approached her he swung his mace at her stomach. Kalcedia smirked and then bent back, the mace swiungg over her flexable body. When the mace passed she backflipped with her tail fling upward and uppercutting Goss'Korv in the process. Goss staggered back, after regaining his footing he swung his mace downwards at her. She lifted her legs and kicked towards the mace, forcing it backwards. Goss'Korv grunted and swung again after regaining control.

The momentary block allowed Kalcedia to move out the way in time and the mace struck the ground, kicking sand into the air. As she landed back on her feet, she rammed her elbow into the side of Goss' face. Goss staggered to the side and bared his teeth, he retaliated by forcing the pommel towards her face Kalcedia took the hit with her crest and the pommel cracked slightly as it made an impact with her Shidium crest.

Goss - ''You're strong but you look fragile... I like you.'' Kalcedia - Heh, well then, big boy, if you like me so much why don't you put your all into it? Goss - ''Guess you're not as fragile as I thought... and is that perfume you're wearing?'' Kalcedia - ''Hehe, why yes. It's a permanent pheromone. It's designed to make my opponents feel somewhat laxed and rested...''

She leans in rather closely, and smiled, making Goss'Korv feel somewaht hesitant. After a moment of hesitation he twisted his mace to slam it towards the side of her head but she leaned backwards, almost unnaturally due to her structure, and as the mace passed, she brings herself back up to deliver a strong slam to his forehead with her crest. Goss staggered back and almost fell over, he grunted.

Kalcedia - I'll admit boy, you got some strength, but you haven't got the resistance.

Goss swung his mace in a sweeping motion behind her legs and managed to trip her up. She landed on the arena floor and looked to Goss, as if she was posing. he lifted his mace up he walked over. When he approached he pressed his foot on her chest and smiled.

Commentator - It looks like Goss'Korv might have won this, but will Kalcedia yield? Goss - Heh, not so bendy now are we?

She smiled up at him as his foot touched her chest, and she gently touched his ankle. he readied readied his mace and glared down at her.

Goss'korv - Do you yield? Kalcedia - Hehe...No.

As if prepared for such an event, she slammed her large dagger into his ankle, and as he lifted his foot up in a reactionary response she rolled to the side. Goss staggered back and momentarily supported himself with his mace. kalcedia stood up and slowly waked over, when she was close enough she reachedo ut her hand and caressed hsi chin.

Kalcedia - Are you okay sweety? Goss - You slammed a dagger in my bloody ankle! Kalcedia - Hehe, I know...

She placed her hands at the sides of his head softly, and leaned closely inwards. He pulled his lips backand and discreetly lifted his mace, the smell fo the pheromones made him feel uneasy looking at her.

Kalcedia - Want me to make it better, Mr. Goss? Goss - ''Well...I suppose there is erm... something you could do...'' Kalcedia - And what is that sweety? Goss - Yield...

She looked into his eyes as her pheromones grew stronger. With a rather charming look on her face, she opened her jaws and sent her sharp tongue lashed across his face as he dropped his mace down on her foot. He reeled from the attack and let go of his mace, it did not hit her foot and Kalcedia picked it up. She licked it slowly.

Kalcedia - A heavy weapon you got... Goss - ''I... well...''

She looked to him and placed a hand on her hip.

Kalcedia - Do you yield?

Goss looked at her with uneasiness and was struggling to talk. She grunted and walked around him with her hips swaying rather suggestively, clutching the mace's handle tightly.

Kalcedia - Am I going to have to make you? Goss - ''Gah! I yield!'' Kalcedia - Thank you sweety, you were so much fun!

She smiled slyly and and tossed his weapon to the ground. Goss's legs finally gave way and he fell onto his knees. She walked to his side and quickly pulled the dagger out of his ankle, slowly licking the blood off it as some of it dripped onto Goss' head. He bared his teeth as the knife was pulled out and a referee walked over.

Referee - And the victor: Kalcedia Myran!

Kalcedia smiled and placed her dagger back onto a strap on her leg, and then let out a few cheers herself. Goss eventually fell on his hands and knees with his head bent over to look at the ground. A look of shame and anger spread across his face. She looked over to him and smiled

Kalcedia - ''Aww, don't worry baby, I enjoyed myself tonight! It's only fun and games!'' Referee - ''Gongratulations, you will be in the next heat. Now, it is customary to help your opponent to his feet.'' Goss - No! I don't deserve it. Kalcedia - Don't be silly!

She walks over and took his arm, her pheromones calming him a little, as she helped him up. Goss@korv was fuiriosu over the outcome. When he stood up he jolted his arm to signal he wanted her to let go.

Kalcedia - You may wanna see a doctor. Goss - ''You... you shamed me! You lowered my guard and toyed with me!'' Kalcedia - ''Sweety, it's what I do. It's natural. Nothing to be ashamed of.'' Referee - Goss'Korv, if you wish you may speak to an arena counselor later. Goss - You call that natural!?

Seething with rage he lashed out but before he could touch her a forcefield was created around him. Kalcedia stepped away as the forcefield materialised, with a look of displeasure she folded her arms.

Referee - You two can speak later, perhaps when you have calmed down. Referee - Kalcedia I apologise, Val'Kar are honourable fighters and get somewhat sensetive when they think someone is fighting in a way they do not deem honourable. Kalcedia - ''It is fine. My..."people" are the same. Except me...''

She sighed as a metal plate emerged from the sand and Goss'Korv was moved out of the arena.

Referee - The judges consider you the winner, so enjoy your victory. Kalcedia - ''Hehe, oh I shall. Thank you.'' Referee - An applause for kalcedia Myran everyone!

the crowd roars to life as they cheered her.

[22:29] <EmperorsWrath> The Highlords' Council assembled on Alcanti, accompanied by large escorts of soldiers... for the matter of great importance was decided today. The Divinarium's Highlord was not coming, though... [22:31] <Monet> Uriel sat in his seat and clasped his hands together. [22:33] <Hachi> Tyraz was discussing with his soldiers while sitting down, about the Divinarium's absence. [22:34] <Monet> Uriel - *he looked up at Tyraz* Any word on Iovera's condition? [22:35] <Hachi> Tyraz - None, Uriel. What of you and your House? [22:36] <Monet> Uriel - Taremanon continues to push his slander. [22:36] <EmperorsWrath> Suddenly, the huge black gates opened a figure in white robes entered the room... and it wasn't Iovera. An old yet energetic Radeon, fire burning in his eyes, walked towards two other Highlords and smiled, taking a seat. [22:36] <Hachi> Tyraz - Look what the Artharon dragged in. [22:37] <Monet> Uriel - ... What is going on? [22:37] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Greetings, comrades. While Iovera's loss was terrible to our cause, the Divinarium managed to overcome it... and a new Clericarch was chosen. [22:38] <Hachi> Tyraz - Outrage! [22:38] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest gazed deep into the two Highlords' eyes. [22:38] <Hachi> Tyraz stood up, pushing away several of his guard. [22:38] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - I was chosen. A man of will and determination. [22:38] <Hachi> Tyraz - A man of ignorance and xenophobia, more like! [22:39] <Monet> Uriel - Surely there must be more to this than that. [22:40] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - What did you expect, lord Breek? The Divinarium was not built by one person, but by many. One will fall, a thousand more will rise. Iovera was a powerful, wise leader... but we won't just stay and grieve her loss. [22:41] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest slammed the table. [22:42] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Instead, we must deal with more important matters. Such as... [22:42] <Hachi> Tyraz - She isn't dead! She is simply in recovery, the Divinarium surely has more worthy men than you to substitute her! [22:42] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest coughed. [22:44] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - My ascension was by law of the Divinarium, and other than Spode, there is no higher authority to me. When Iovera shall... should I say, recover, I will gladly let her resume her post. But for now... [22:45] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest made a commanding gesture and a holographic image of Borealis Galaxy appeared. [22:45] <Hachi> Tyraz returned to his seat and he watched on disapprovingly. [22:47] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Grox invasion. Ancient relics. The melding of biology and technology. Does it sound familiar to you? [22:47] <Monet> Uriel - All too well. [22:48] <Hachi> Tyraz - Indeed, the Mechovirus... [22:50] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Thing is, should the Borealis natives' resistance fail... We are the next. Our efforts might be required to tip the balance. And possession of precious data of how to fight the Grox makes our help... priceless. [22:50] <Monet> Uriel - Indeed. Although, granted I thought the Grox were an almost-negligeable threat after the war. [22:51] <Hachi> Tyraz - But these are not the same Grox. However, I shall provide assistance to Borealis. [22:51] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Not in Borealis. [22:51] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest showed the images of Dronox slaughtering Zoles civilians. [22:53] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Your help will be appreciated, lord Breek... but wars are won not by blade alone. And regarding the Mechovirus... [22:53] <Hachi> Tyraz - Tell me when my blade has ever failed me! [22:55] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest showed a sliver of Cathemeran cure. [22:56] <Monet> Uriel - has there been anny success with mass-production? [22:57] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Borealis Grox starships and warriors, like the Virus's victims, are techno-organic. And thus, share a similar structure. [22:59] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Partially, Your Majesty. We succeeded in replicating the subtance, but the production speed is too low at the moment. What is more important is that we managed to *modify* the substance. [23:00] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest showed the sliver sparking with energy. [23:01] <Hachi> Tyraz - What modifications have been applied? [23:01] <Monet> Uriel - And what effect does this 'modification' have? [23:02] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - A single drop of this modified Cathemeran liquid, and the Grox alloys will melt and corrode... in seconds. It is a weapon beyond Borealis technologies, and our control over it will give us countless advantages in the war. [23:03] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest laughedm [23:04] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest laughed. [23:04] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Imagine that? Our flags all over Borealis... perhaps even in the core! Respect, adoration, reputation... [23:04] <EmperorsWrath> *that! [23:05] <Monet> Uriel - A second core for the Commonwealth? [23:06] <Hachi> Tyraz - I will not accept such. Borealis deserves to colonize its own core, it is no place for the Commonwealth or any Andromedan species. [23:07] <Monet> Uriel - Tyraz has a point. The commonwealth is about unity, nto conquest. [23:07] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Why not? The victors won't be judged. However, the problem of slow replication rate still stands... [23:08] <Monet> Uriel - *he clasped his hands in thought* If the Commonwealth's resources are channeled, perhaps we can compensate the replication difficulty with porducing it in a large number of locations? [23:08] <Hachi> Tyraz - Slow replication is better than no replication. [23:11] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - That was my plan, your majesty. When we'll have enough, we shall create a fleet. Superweapons on each ship. The dagger in the heart of this... Regnatus. [23:11] <Hachi> Tyraz - And who says it is our place to defeat Regnatus? [23:12] <Hachi> Tyraz - I would consider it an insult if some alien faction won a war in my galaxy. [23:13] <Monet> Uriel - Even if they helped you a great deal to get to the final battle? [23:14] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Between life and death, all will choose life. And now, all that left is a pact with Borealis to provide us the industrial base and colonies in their galaxy. [23:15] <Monet> Uriel - We may hold one of the only weapons that could deal a permenant blow to such a threat, are we right to simply withold it for the sake of courtesy? [23:15] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - For Andromeda! For Borealis! Death to the Grox! [23:15] <Hachi> Tyraz - Who says we simply cannot supply to weapon to the Borealis factions? [23:18] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Indeed... [23:19] <@Technobliterator> (one thing to mention here) [23:19] <@Technobliterator> (if they just suppkly the weapon, who's to say that the BCN won't rob it? they're notoriously good at that) [23:21] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - Then again, we can't risk the weapon falling to criminals. [23:22] <Monet> Uriel - An all-too-common problem in that galaxy... [23:22] <Hachi> Tyraz - Even if it does, surely they would be using it against Regnatus and his forces as well. [23:23] <EmperorsWrath> Ma'fest - And then, against us.

[15:42] <GreatDestroyer12> where do we start, with Tyraz raging and plotting, or Crispy and Angrus talkign about how to embarass Tyraaz [15:42] <Hachi_> I'd do Crispy first [15:42] <GreatDestroyer12> ok [15:43] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus opened up a communications link with Crispy, this time without Medusa in the same room [15:43] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Hail Crispy, I need to talk with you [15:43] <Hachi_> Crispy - Hmm? What about, Angrus? I'm a very busy man. [15:44] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - As you may have heard, the Tyranny has taken over Project Deep Core [15:44] <Hachi_> Crispy - I have heard about this, indeed. I heard the Highlords weren't very happy about it. [15:45] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - This may be a way for us to discredit and embarrass Tyraz [15:45] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - It will not only work in the favor of the Tyranny, but also that of the Golden Movement [15:46] <Hachi_> Crispy - 'Embarass' Tyraz? Hmm, indeed, we could use this. People hate warlords and stupid politicians, after all. [15:46] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Tell me more about Tyraz, so I can use this against him [15:46] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - What I have planned is sure to cause the people of the Commonwealth lose faith in their Grandmaster [15:47] <Hachi_> Crispy - He's a violent man, you have probably gathered. He's easy to upset, mere insults about his height will drive him to the extreme. Oh, and he holds great shame over his love for an Asgord. [15:47] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Very well, all I must do is inflame him, and then it will work itself out [15:47] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus -Thank you, it is time to give this plan life [15:48] <GreatDestroyer12> (skip to Tyraz monologue now?) [15:48] <Hachi_> (Sure) [15:49] <GreatDestroyer12> (you go, just Tyraz rage) [15:49] <Hachi_> (shouldn't they both be talking and rage comes a little later?) [15:50] <GreatDestroyer12> (ahh i see) [15:50] <GreatDestroyer12> (so on the station itself now?) [15:50] <Hachi_> (Yah) [15:50] <GreatDestroyer12> (i'll introduce Dominatus traps as we go) [15:51] <GreatDestroyer12> (and other Dominatus shenanigans) [15:51] <GreatDestroyer12> (you start) [15:51] <Hachi_> Tyraz walked across the station, growling as he saw sight of Dominatus influence. He was going to see Angrus who had requested his presence on board to talk with him. [15:52] <GreatDestroyer12> Dominatus paced aboard the station, talking about how he was a midget and his love for Lezia [15:52] <GreatDestroyer12> Every first word talk about his pathetic height, every last about the Asgord diplomat [15:53] <Hachi_> Tyraz - Grr...how do they know so much... [15:53] <GreatDestroyer12> Some looked down on him contemptuously as they mocked him even more, hoping to incite anger from him [15:54] <Hachi_> Tyraz drew his Firesword as it blazed, his scales starting to blacken. [15:54] <GreatDestroyer12> Tyraz could also see a massive Dominatus space fleet being built by the station, which was now on overdrive [15:55] <GreatDestroyer12> He finally entered the plaza where Angrus was standing, the smae plaza where Angrus had "rescued him" [15:55] <Hachi_> Tyraz - Why wish for my presence, Angrus? This had better be good. [15:56] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Why would I not wish for the presence of the Demon King of Andromeda, the Smallest Ruler, the consort of Lezia Izprezia? [15:57] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus waited to see if Tyraz would attempt to strike him, merely waiting for the moment as it was integral to his plan [15:57] <Hachi_> Tyraz growled louder and his grip tightened on his blade. [15:57] <Hachi_> Tyraz - You call for my presence to merely insult me? [15:57] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - I have come to ask why you were so discourteous when we first met, after all, I did save you [15:59] <Hachi_> Tyraz - I required no saving. And you touching me, petting me, it is a dishonour for any Zazane to allow it to pass. [15:59] <GreatDestroyer12> (what should Angrus do to make Tyraz go raegmode) [15:59] <GreatDestroyer12> (if he says why he is a bad leader, wil tyraz attack) [15:59] <Hachi_> (He should bring up the Holy Shadow War and Moxix) [15:59] <GreatDestroyer12> (what about that) [16:00] <Hachi_> (Like he should bring up how it was Tyraz's fault Moxix came about) [16:00] <GreatDestroyer12> (just about his failure?) [16:00] <GreatDestroyer12> ( i c) [16:00] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Such respectable conduct from the one who brought about Moxix in the Holy Shadow War [16:00] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Such competence is truly why your people must respect you so much [16:01] <Hachi_> Tyraz roared in anger, preparing for a strike. [16:01] <Hachi_> Tyraz - How do you know of this?! [16:01] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus *in High Demogorgon* - Being streaming this now, Hollow ones at the ready [16:02] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - The entire Gigaquadrant knows of your failure, it is as much as a fact as your control of the Zazane [16:02] <Hachi_> Yellow scars appeared on Tyraz's scales as he charged towards Angrus angrily. [16:03] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus sidesteps and Tyraz runs into a Dominatus flash clone in civllian attire, which is being streamed [16:03] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - He was not military personell Tyraz, you just attacked a non combatant who was innocent [16:04] <Hachi_> Demon Tyraz - I'll kill ALL of your kind! [16:04] <GreatDestroyer12> The Hallowed ones, Dominatus Lambdas hiding in statues worked their anti essence power, working against Tyraz essence [16:05] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Do you realize how unceremonious this conduct is, all I wanted is a serious meeting [16:05] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - How can you lead your people with such brash demeanor [16:06] <Hachi_> Demon Tyraz roared again and continued to swing his Firesword, destroying statues and walls with burning waves. [16:06] <Hachi_> (Angrus should probably get outta there unless he's also being streamed) [16:07] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus continued to dance around Tyraz as the Lambdas, of which there were quite many in the area, struggled to suppress Tyraz [16:08] <GreatDestroyer12> Tyraz slashed through many Dominatus flash cloens, all in civillian attire [16:08] <GreatDestroyer12> Throughout all of Andromeda, citizens of each place could see the High Lord himself try to attack a peaceful installation [16:09] <GreatDestroyer12> (hmm what would be the ultiamte wayto embarass him) [16:09] <GreatDestroyer12> (there is a statsis trap beneath Tyraz that the Tyranny put there just for this gig) [16:10] <Hachi_> (In this state, traps don't work so much) [16:10] <GreatDestroyer12> (i c) [16:10] <GreatDestroyer12> (so whats best way to embarass) [16:10] <Hachi_> (Could stream in some Andromedan aliens in civilian attire that he kills) [16:11] <GreatDestroyer12> (i c) [16:11] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus knew the Lambdas could control him no more, and then he drew tyraz into a place where some AGC kids were out on a fieldtrip, put there especially just for this event [16:11] <GreatDestroyer12> there were only a few dozen kids [16:12] <Monet> (now that is cruel) [16:12] <GreatDestroyer12> (this is major discreditation) [16:12] <GreatDestroyer12> (tyraz rep will implode) [16:13] <GreatDestroyer12> The Director of Occult Ops then appeared behind Tyraz and made it such that his mind was filled with murderous thoughts [16:13] <Hachi_> (it pretty much is anyway) [16:13] <GreatDestroyer12> filling him with a berserk fury that made him more animal than man [16:14] <Hachi_> (Tyraz in Demon Form does not discriminate much) [16:14] <GreatDestroyer12> (huhu) [16:14] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus *livestream cannot hear this but Tyraz can* - If only Lezia could see you now! [16:16] <GreatDestroyer12> (gawd dis ebul) [16:16] <Hachi_> Tyraz finally erupted in a murderous rage, a fiery aura being expelled from his body, turning anything it touched into ash. This involves flash clones, children, metal and all other materials in the area. [16:16] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus managed to evade, just outside the radius [16:16] <GreatDestroyer12> (is Tyraz exhauasted now or something?) [16:17] <Hachi_> (No, but he'll probably come to his senses soon) [16:17] <Hachi_> (Angrus should probably also teleport away cuz Tyraz is only going to get angrier) [16:17] <GreatDestroyer12> At that, Angrus and the non flash clone Dominatus teleported to outside of Tyraz's vicinit [16:18] <Hachi_> Tyraz continued to produce a burning aura as its radius increased. He soon let out a roar and with tremendous speed, began to slash down flash clones with burning waves from his Firesword. [16:19] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus merely smiled as Tyraz went through everybody there, be it flash clones or AGC civillians [16:19] <GreatDestroyer12> (perhaps he comes to his sense now?) [16:20] <Hachi_> (yeah) [16:20] <Hachi_> After some minutes of absolute carnage, the yellow scars across his body disappeared and his scales returned to their usual crimson red. Tyraz's eyes returned to normal and he let out a pained gasp. [16:22] <GreatDestroyer12> There were no Dominatus in site, only a charred landscape [16:23] <Hachi_> Tyraz remained silent, feeling a heavy guilt over what he had done. He had allowed himself to lose his conscious again. [16:24] <GreatDestroyer12> Dominatus behind him then dragged him into a special jail cell, made specifically for this moment in time, and awaited the response of the AGC to this atrocity [16:24] <GreatDestroyer12> The livestream panned as it showed the unconcious Tyraz being unceremoniously dragged to a cell [16:24] <GreatDestroyer12> (fin?) [16:24] <Hachi_> (sure) [16:25] <GreatDestroyer12> (dis embarassing stoof) [16:25] <GreatDestroyer12> Tyranny may very well announce this on UDB [16:26] <GreatDestroyer12> I think quite a few people have lost faith in Tyraz [16:28] <GreatDestroyer12> this video probably wnet viral [16:28] <GreatDestroyer12> oppan Tyraz style [16:29] <GreatDestroyer12> Monet whats chronogloically next, Wraith Legion? [16:30] <Monet> Would make sense. [16:30] <GreatDestroyer12> would it be part of their mission to break Tyraz out? [16:30] <Hachi_> Tyraz could probably break himself out [16:31] <GreatDestroyer12> exaclty [16:31] <GreatDestroyer12> but that would be livestreamed [16:31] <Monet> Could be. Perhaps there are two teams - one to cause as much damage as possible and another to save Tyraz. [16:31] <GreatDestroyer12> actually what isn't livestremed [16:31] <GreatDestroyer12> would both teams have watche the livestream [16:32] <Monet> If not, they would have been briefed anyway. [16:32] <GreatDestroyer12> i c [16:32] <GreatDestroyer12> perhaps one of them could get botched while the other one could succeed well [16:33] <Monet> Wich could be the failure though: sabotage or resuce? [16:34] <GreatDestroyer12> rescue could go well but sabotage could fail at later points, having succeeded a bit [16:34] <Monet> Yeah. [16:34] <GreatDestroyer12> also the tyranny will treat wraiths like terorrists [16:34] <GreatDestroyer12> and behead them on livestrea [16:34] <GreatDestroyer12> (how does that sound?) [16:34] <Monet> Actually there's an idea: Wraith operatives are made to look like the 'terrorists' out for a second wind. [16:35] <GreatDestroyer12> the overseers hurhur [16:35] <Monet> The AGC already has suspicions that the terrorists were not House Khaxvis. [16:35] <GreatDestroyer12> so wraiths will be dressed in the terrorist uniforms? [16:36] <Monet> Yes. Essentialyl the Androemdan Light builds on the lie to suit its own agenda. [16:36] <GreatDestroyer12> dis gud [16:37] <GreatDestroyer12> you start, with briefing? [16:37] <Monet> I can write that up myself. Since hachi's here I suggest starting with the rescue. [16:37] <GreatDestroyer12> i c [16:38] <GreatDestroyer12> so folowing rescue team [16:38] <GreatDestroyer12> you start [16:39] <Monet> After a civillian freighter docked with the control station, customs teasm were unaware of the group of figures who snuck abord the station. [16:40] <Monet> the team kept to the ducts as they searched for Tyraz's cell. [16:41] <GreatDestroyer12> Tyraz cell was left unguarded as the Dominatus thought that the cell was perfect in itself [16:42] <Monet> One of the team, a Radeon with bionic eyes used her vision to scan the prison cell's entrance. Engaging an optical cloak device she lowered herself down to the opening mechanism. [16:43] <Monet> Radeon - Black-3 this is Black 5, have reached cell door. [16:44] <Monet> Black 5 pressed her finger agaisnt the button. Wiring emerged from her finger and hacked the door key. At the same time one of the other opertatives had access to the secuurity cameras and fitted them to loop over footage of an empty corridor. [16:46] <Monet> Cracking the code, the radeon opened the door slightly and lookedi nside the room. [16:47] <Monet> The radeon fixed a rope to the other side of the door arch and softly stepped on the floor. [16:48] <Monet> (Hachi_ ) [16:48] <Hachi_> Tyraz was sitting against a wall, his eyes closed. He was armed with his Firesword and all his armour, he was also awake. But he didn't move. [16:48] <Hachi_> He had his hand against his crest with his eyes shut, a look of guilt and upset on his face. [16:49] <Monet> The radeon walked over and kneeled behind him. [16:49] <Monet> kneeled in front* [16:49] <Monet> Radeon - Grandmaster? [16:49] <Hachi_> Tyraz did not respond, only sighing. [16:50] <Monet> Radeon - Grandmaster you can trust me, there is a team here to get you out. [16:50] <Hachi_> Tyraz - Why... [16:51] <Monet> Radeon - ...you're a Highlord sir. [16:51] <GreatDestroyer12> Unbeknownst to them, a Tyranny camera that was attached to Tyraz was recording all of this, and streaming it to the Dominatus [16:51] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Let it happen, do not interfere [16:52] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus *High Demogorgon* - All forces on red alert, do not show it [16:53] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Let them escape [16:53] <Monet> Black 3 - Black five ,we do not have much time! The longer we wait the more we risk exposure [16:53] <Hachi_> Tyraz - I do not deserve it, Radeon. [16:54] <Monet> Radeon - Sir, the men and women who came to rescue you are doing so under... 'his'.. request. [16:54] <Hachi_> Tyraz looked to the Radeon and sighed again. [16:54] <Hachi_> Tyraz - ...Fine. [16:55] <Monet> Radeon - Sir we all know what you can be like when angry. To us, that doesn't make you less of a man. [16:56] <Monet> Black 3 - Black 5 we're getting a little movement. Get going! [16:56] <Hachi_> Tyraz - We shall discuss this later. I do not want you getting caught trying rescue a man like me. [16:56] <Monet> She extended her hand to help Tyraz stand up [16:57] <Hachi_> Tyraz simply batted her hand away and shook his head before standing up. [16:58] <Monet> Radeon - There is a rope attached to the door that leads inside a vent. [16:58] <Hachi_> Tyraz - You go through it. I can teleport myself out. [16:59] <Monet> Radeon - Are you certain sir? We can give you a tactical cloaking unit just in case. [16:59] <Hachi_> Tyraz stared at the Radeon. [16:59] <Hachi_> Tyraz - You think I require cloaking? [17:00] <Monet> Radeon - *shrugged* It was only a precaution....sir... [17:00] <Hachi_> Tyraz - Lets get out of here. [17:00] <Hachi_> Tyraz's body began to turn to vapour. [17:01] <Monet> Radeon - This is black five, returning to evac point. [17:01] <GreatDestroyer12> (shift to next unit?) [17:01] <Monet> (yeah) [17:01] <GreatDestroyer12> (both oeprations are taking place concurrently i presume?) [17:02] <Monet> (of course) [17:02] <GreatDestroyer12> (perhaps cut to the second shipyard as they disabled the first) [17:02] <GreatDestroyer12> (or saboraged) [17:02] <GreatDestroyer12> (since they've been doign things at the same time as tyraz mission) [17:03] <Monet> As the first team rescued Tyraz, the second team was i nthe scond shipyard and made their way to it's control room [17:03] <GreatDestroyer12> They finally made their way into the control room and started at the control panel, until the doors off the room sealed [17:04] <GreatDestroyer12> suddenly, turrets sprang out of multiple crevices, spraying them with fire, designed to incacpacitate, not to kill [17:04] <Monet> Green 2 - evasiva actions, now! [17:04] <GreatDestroyer12> Bolts of plasma made the room a deadly crossfire, taking out the limbs of some Green members [17:05] <GreatDestroyer12> The consoles also disappeared beneath the ground, denying them any form of cover [17:05] <GreatDestroyer12> Dominatus then teleported right behind them, breaking their bones with the element of surrpise [17:05] <Monet> Green 4 - Ceiling vent, now! [17:05] <Monet> One of them used a grappling hook to pull a vent grate from the ceiling. [17:06] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Release the toxins into the vent, take them out! [17:06] <GreatDestroyer12> At that, special, chemically engineered toxins, designed to paralyze people through nanobots were disseminated throughout the vents [17:07] <Monet> The Green member crawled through the ducts. With Morphis in his bloodstream he could endure the paralysis but it slowly wore away at his defences. [17:08] <GreatDestroyer12> The Green Member crawled through the pipes, the sole survivor of histeam, the others having been incapacitated [17:08] <GreatDestroyer12> He exited the pipes in the din of space, where evacuation was supposed to come [17:08] <GreatDestroyer12> He however did not see rescue, but instead, ANgrus himself [17:08] <Monet> Green 7 - F-fuck! [17:08] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus then disabled the man and took him back to the plaza [17:09] <GreatDestroyer12> (does mind uploading work on these guys or no?) [17:09] <Monet> (they're cybernetically enhanced to expect firewalls) [17:09] <GreatDestroyer12> (so expect?) [17:10] <Monet> (yes) [17:10] <Monet> (are they conscious while this is happening?) [17:10] <GreatDestroyer12> (the mind uploading?) [17:10] <Monet> (yeah) [17:10] <GreatDestroyer12> (they are sedated) [17:11] <Monet> (okay) [17:11] <GreatDestroyer12> (hmm what happens next, public service announcement by the Dominatus with beheadings and revealing informaiton?) [17:13] <GreatDestroyer12> (broadcast aroudn Andromeda) [17:13] <Monet> (could do, although remember Wraith Legion was designed as an organisation that worked in the shdows) [17:13] <GreatDestroyer12> (i c) [17:14] <GreatDestroyer12> After quite some time, Angrus had managed, with many computers to crack the firewall within the head of Green 7 [17:15] <GreatDestroyer12> The mind uploading worked it's magic as he took the data, however all that had been gathered from analysis of the individual neurons so far was that he was part of the Wraith Legion [17:15] <GreatDestroyer12> Everything else however, was still being processed [17:15] <GreatDestroyer12> he decided to keep the other team members in stasis while he exectured Green 7 [17:16] <GreatDestroyer12> On Andromeda News, Angrus had announced that their would be a public execution on 8 pm [17:16] <GreatDestroyer12> (or whatever the news network was called) [17:16] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus expected that this would be very controversial within the AGC [17:17] <GreatDestroyer12> He hoped that Uriel, Tyraz, and Ma'fest would be watching this [17:18] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus took to the central plaza, where Green 7 was held, each of his limbs attached to a high tensile rope attached to a corner of a frame [17:18] <Monet> The green member stirred slowly. Despite being sedated, the Morphis nanites in his bloodstream wwere counteracting the serum's effects. [17:18] <GreatDestroyer12> His limbs were clearly at the limit of how far they could extend, and Angrus made a motion to an honor guard, who took up a giant, ceremonial, two handed 12 meter Sword [17:19] <GreatDestroyer12> Eventually, Green 7 was fully awake, however he could not move at all [17:19] <Monet> Green 7 grunted. [17:19] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - This man, Green 7 is an operative of the Wraith Legion who violated the Tyranny's protection of the installation [17:20] <Monet> (can he speak?) [17:20] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - As a punishment for this, he will be executed while we gather more information on others [17:20] <GreatDestroyer12> (sure) [17:20] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - any last words?) [17:20] <Monet> Green 7 - What protection? You took the station fro mthe Commonwealth and you know it! [17:21] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Aha, now you admit to being part of the AGC, how very interesting [17:21] <Monet> Green 7 - Any honorable man would have given the station back but no, you had to take control! [17:22] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - We paid too much of a price to simply leave [17:22] <Monet> Green 7 - You or the Highlords! [17:22] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - After all, we are merely awaiting the Tyrant to enter talks [17:22] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - You are lucky that this little act is not considered a Declaration of War [17:22] <Monet> Green 7 - How many Tyranny soldiers died to 'liberate' the station? [17:23] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - That number unfortunately, like your organization, is classified [17:23] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Many research staff however, did die, from your Grandmaster [17:23] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Along with many kids and Andromedan civillians [17:23] <Monet> Green 7 - Because you provoked him! [17:24] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - How was i supposed to know that the leader of the Brood had the temperament of a 5 year old boy [17:24] <Hachi_> (Well he is Zazane) [17:24] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Now, do you have any last words or appeals? [17:25] <Monet> Green 7 - Yeah: Return the station to its rightful owners or the Commonwealth could do worse than send sabateurs. [17:25] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - The pain of your death will be determined by a very simple method [17:26] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - The amount of users watching this program right now [17:26] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - The more viewers, the more painful [17:26] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - I will tally the views after 10 minutes and then decide your fate, spy [17:26] <GreatDestroyer12> (10 minutes later) [17:26] <GreatDestroyer12> (how many people would be viewing this) [17:27] <Monet> (A few trillion, probably.) [17:27] <Monet> Green 7 - Do you have any idea how deep in shit you're gonna get from this!? [17:28] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - A spy does not abide by the laws of war, neither will we [17:28] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Several trillion viewers in 10 minutes [17:29] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Death by a trillion cuts [17:29] <Monet> Green 7 - I thought you said that there was no declaration of War. [17:29] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Which is why the laws of war do not apply to you [17:30] <GreatDestroyer12> At that, a transparent machine slowly encapsulated Green 7 [17:30] <Monet> Green 7 - *smugly* You're only making this worse for yourself. [17:31] <GreatDestroyer12> The mechanical whirring of blades that lacerated Green 7 lacerated each layer of his flesh, and disabled the Morphis till one hour later, he was a hunk of flesh that was only held together by the sadism caused by more views [17:31] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Finish him [17:31] <Monet> *as the execution riadied, the viewer numbers gradually went down* [17:31] <Monet> started* [17:31] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus noticed the views go down [17:32] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Seeing as the amount of views have decreased, your method of exeuction will be by the sword [17:32] <GreatDestroyer12> At that, the honor guard went up what was Green 7 and raised his sword, at an arc that was in the middle of Green 7 [17:32] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - Now [17:32] <Monet> Green 7 - Burn in hell. [17:32] <GreatDestroyer12> The sword went down, bisecting Green 7, splitting the left and right sides of his body [17:33] <GreatDestroyer12> Angrus - That will be all, enjoy your food [17:33] <GreatDestroyer12> (fin) [17:34] <GreatDestroyer12> Green 7 has balls of titanium [17:35] <Monet> I don't think the AGC is gonna be happy about this. He knew that people would be watching so he used that to get his message across. [17:35] <GreatDestroyer12> what would Uriel be doing now? [17:35] <Monet> Now he would really want ot settle the matter. [17:36] <GreatDestroyer12> i c [17:36] <Monet> I wonder how easy it would be to work out that not giving out death tolls on an operation = they're hiding soemthing? [17:37] <GreatDestroyer12> it is rather interesting that no Dominatus died when reclaiming the station except for deliberately placed flash clones [17:37] <GreatDestroyer12> huhu connect the dots [17:39] <GreatDestroyer12> What will the next mvoe of the AGC be? [17:40] <Monet> i think now would be a good tiem to get those meetings settled. [17:40] <Monet> But we need Impy. [17:43] <GreatDestroyer12> that execution backfired [17:44] <GreatDestroyer12> hur shouldn't have let him speak [17:44] <Monet> That classic trick - give them the right to last words and they mouth off. [17:46] <GreatDestroyer12> the dominatus are quite goo at making enemies [17:46] <GreatDestroyer12> i think they would ally with the kicathian empire as opposed to the remnant now [17:47] <Monet> I can tell from what's happening in the Milky Way. [17:47] <Monet> "violence is always the best solution" isn't a great tactic for making friends. [17:47] <GreatDestroyer12> yep [17:48] <GreatDestroyer12> I think that they may be becoming a rather established villain fiction [17:51] <GreatDestroyer12> Hachi_ do you think Crispy will ditch them at some point later [17:51] <Hachi_> I can't say [17:52] <GreatDestroyer12> i c [17:52] <GreatDestroyer12> Allying with the Tyranny might earn them the ire of everyone else [17:53] <Hachi_> Which is why he has not declared this alliance to anybody else but his High Administrators [17:55] <GreatDestroyer12> Friendlynatus will be a rather interesting fellow [17:57] == GreatDestroyer12 [70ca8117@gateway/web/qwebirc/irc.wikia.com/ip.112.202.129.23] has quit [Quit: Wikia webchat: http://irc.wikia.com/] [17:59] == Hachi_ [56a26700@gateway/web/freenode/ip.86.162.103.0] has left #illarion []

[19:38] <Monet> We can do something but keep in mind I willl prioritise Distant Planet. [19:38] <Monet> So I may be a little slow. [19:39] <Flashfire> You're in Andromeda correct? [19:39] <Monet> Yeah. [19:39] <Monet> The Di is my empire. [19:39] <Flashfire> Oh, I didn't know [19:40] <Monet> I thought I...Nevermind. [19:40] <Flashfire> Do DI have any systems in their territory that they don't actually have colonized? [19:40] <Monet> I iamgien there are plaenty of star systems left uninhabited for various reasons. [19:41] <Monet> Worst-case scenario, you have a dyson swarm around oen of your stars that serves/served as a remote energy source. [19:41] <Flashfire> Well, for starters I was thinking that a small mining fleet wanders into DI space [19:43] <Flashfire> So shall we go with that? [19:44] <Monet> Hmm, DI get a bit touchy if you start mining their rocks without asking. Although given how advanced Di tech is compared to yours "we didn't know" makes sense. [19:44] <Flashfire> How big should I make my opener then [19:45] <Monet> Opener? [19:45] <Flashfire> Opening post [19:45] <Monet> However big you feel you need. [19:46] <Flashfire> Alright [19:50] <Flashfire> Through the emptiness of space, the yellow-orange of the FSA ships stood out. The miners aboard had spent six months to get clearance exploring the new system which they had yet to name. Scanners revealed a planet that met their standards, showing a good quantity of metals. A small capsule disconnected from the lead ship, falling toward the planet, aiming to land on the surface [19:50] <Flashfire> *surface. [19:52] <Monet> (how good are your species' translators?) [19:54] <Flashfire> (They can translate nonsapient animal language into basic grammar, so mediocre) [19:55] <Monet> As the capsule detached, there was a hailing signal coming from the planet directed at the ship. [19:58] <Flashfire> The miners on board answered, not sure what to expect, assuming it was from another fleet of their own species. [20:01] <Monet> The signal was cose but quickly cleared up to reveal a kroogvon ( http://images.wikia.com/spore/images/0/0b/Kroogvon-Drak01a.png ) wearing an executive's unifrom. he appeared to have a stern expression on his face. [20:02] <Flashfire> (How do you all usually do dialogue?) [20:04] <Monet> ( usually the format is "character - dialogue" << >> represents thoughts (for mind-reading/telepathic characters and *dialogue* represents in-conversation actions [20:07] <Flashfire> Miner leader - Hello? Who is this? This is the reason they didn't want us going out here, wasn't it? [20:08] <Monet> Kroogvon - [gibberish] Vokkob Gorothoby of Valle Astroengineering and you are in firm-claimed space space. [20:08] <Flashfire> (Lol at space space) [20:08] <Monet> (was typo) [20:12] <Flashfire> Miner - There are aliens, I knew it! U-uh...this space is uninhabited.." [20:12] <Flashfire> *uninhabited [20:13] <Monet> Vokkob - No. Space claimed by Valle. Find own mine site! [20:15] <Flashfire> (How do I do actions and dialogue in the same post?) [20:16] <Monet> ( dialogue *action* dialogue ) [20:17] <Flashfire> Miner - Listen, could we meet on the surface? *The capsule touches the ground, and a small drone drives out on six wheels* [20:24] <Monet> Vokkob - Are you deploying drones to claimed Valle territory? [20:24] <Flashfire> Miner - No, it's a scout, it's testing the atmosphere. [20:26] <Monet> Vokkob - Such tests are unneeded. [20:27] <Monet> Vokkob - Fine. We meet on surface. [gibberish] enclosed. [20:33] <Flashfire> The series of ships enters the atmosphere, taking about ten minutes to safely land 200-odd yards away from the drone. From the sides, sets of stairs dropped down and a team of miners stepped out [20:33] <Flashfire> (Hold on, going to get picture) [20:34] <Flashfire> http://spore.wikia.com/wiki/File:Schlactross.PNG [20:37] <Monet> An APC arrived at the site and the Kroogvon was escorted by two Drallivians http://images.wikia.com/spore/images/b/b7/MonetDrakoV2SuperProject.png. One of which walked alongside the Kiroogvon. [20:43] <Flashfire> Six miners decided to move forward, the first among them being the same one who answered the transmission. [20:46] <Monet> The krrogvon looked at the miners and cleared hsi throat. [20:46] <Monet> Kroogvon - So...you all lay claim to this venture of Valle Astroengineering? [20:47] <Flashfire> Gritys Scarn - I'm...Gritys, we came here because we thought this space was uninhabited.. [20:49] <Monet> Vokkob - Well it's not. Valle has been extracting resources for its shipyards and engineering projects for a decade now. [20:49] <Monet> Drallivian - Sir...This species has not been interacted with before, perhaps we should be a little more cordial? [20:49] <Flashfire> Gritus Scarn - Well, we didn't get any signature from space. [20:57] <Flashfire> Gritus Scarn - You all aren't too different... *Gritys comes forward and observes the creatures up close* [20:59] <Monet> (Krrogvon are about 1.7mtall and Drallivians are 3m tall) [21:00] <Flashfire> (Mine are 2.3m tall on average) [21:01] <Monet> Drallivian - Fascinating... *clears throat* Apologies. I am Seronior Valcaerum of the Draconid Imperium. Welcome. [21:03] <Flashfire> (Is Seronior a title or a name?) [21:03] <Monet> (name) [21:06] <Flashfire> Gritys - Thanks for the welcome, sir. Sorry for the disturbance to the planet, we didn't bring any gifts or anything... [21:07] <Flashfire> (I keep mispelling Gritys as Gritus) [21:12] <Monet_> Seronior - it is no worry. Apologies for the executor here, Valle likes to keep its holdings secure. [21:13] <Flashfire> Gritys - I assume you don't have many planets then? [21:13] <Monet_> Seronior - On the contrary. The Imperium is a real of millions of worlds. [21:14] <Monet_> realm* [21:15] <Flashfire> Gritys - By the Empress...I suppose it would be wise for you to favor us. We shall pack up our operation, unless you would like to start trading resources. [21:22] <Monet_> Seronior - The Imperium has..grown beyond the concern for materials shortages. But we can organise helping out a growing interstellar empire. [21:24] <Flashfire> Gritys - All we really do at this point is mine for resources. Compared to your economy, ours is miniscule. We trade amongst ourselves. We have a small military as well. [21:32] <Monet_> Seronior - Hmm, perhaps you could consider researching the Androemdan Galactic Commonwealth? [21:35] <Monet_> Seronion - We can offer yo what information you need. [21:36] <Flashfire> Gritys - We would have to consult the Empress about that, I don't know how she'll feel about this encounter. [21:44] <Monet_> Seronion - You may give her my regards. [21:45] <Flashfire> Gritys - I shall. Expect a fleet at some time to come greet you, although I'm not sure if the Empress will come or not. [21:46] <Monet_> Sorenior - I shall pass this news to the diplomatic corps. Safe journeys to you and don't worry about the Executor or his assets. [21:49] <Flashfire> Gritys nodded, and called his miners, who appeared to be studying wildlife and rocks. Boarding their ships, they left the planet promptly. [21:49] <Flashfire> (Brb) [22:00] <Flashfire> (Back) [22:28] <Monet_> I think we're abotu doen unless there is anything you want ot add. [22:28] <Flashfire> No, not really [22:29] <Flashfire> The next RP I want to do is maybe introduction to AGC or something

[00:14] <Tybusen> Colby - *show returns from commercial* Welcome back to the Report, everyone! My guest tonight is the leader of a widely-revered nation and a good friend of the Report- whoops, I was reading off of my card for Apollo. My guest tonight is the crackpot dictator of a hellhole empire in Andromeda and is one of my personal favorite enemies to liberty, please welcome Uriel Ultanos! [00:15] <Tybusen> *crowd applauds as Colby runs over to the desk where Uriel is already seated* [00:17] <Monet> Uriel smiles while sitting calmly on the sofa next to the desk, his wings slightly open as he looks to Colby. [00:17] <Tybusen> (Oh and I need to ask real quick, what reason did Uriel have to come on the show?) [00:18] <Monet> (Publicity perhaps. I dunno how much Captain Lorrelas likes the Colby Report) [00:19] <Monet> (since there could have been a "go on it'll be a riot" convo between him and Uriel) [00:20] <Tybusen> (Lorrelas is a fan of the show so he probably suggested Uriel appear on it for good publicity in the TIAF) [00:21] <Monet> (we can go with that then) [00:24] <Monet> Uriel - I just think you and I need to know each other better. [00:24] <Tybusen> Colby - So, Paragon, it's an honor to have you on the show, I assume you got here fine on your space camel and are staying in a nice space hut somewhere here on Adegian. [00:24] <Tybusen> *audience laughs* [00:24] <Monet> (remove Uriel's line) [00:25] <Tybusen> (got it) [00:25] <Monet> Uriel - Sorry but...what is a camel? [00:27] <Tybusen> Colby - Oh, it's just something the more socially progressive peoples such as we have; I remember the day when slavery was abolished and everyone was free to ride the space camels that magically appeared when we abolished slavery. [00:29] <Monet> Uriel - Oh I understand now. I travel Minos'Drakon in a private extended skycar. Beautiful thing, A little less oderous than any animal. [00:30] <Monet> Uriel - Do you have those too? [00:31] <Tybusen> Colby - Didn't you see them on the way in? We have private extended skycamels. A little less oderous than any skycar. *audience laughs* [00:32] <Monet> Uriel - Oh so that is what the Federation calls a skycar. Which one is yours? [00:36] <Tybusen> Colby - Oh, mine was the metallic blue 1854 SY Horuzuga Infinitycamel in front of the building. It's a nice skycamel, but I'm thinking about trading it in for the new model. They'll probably scrap it when I trade it in, then I'll get to have some delicious skycamel burgers. Win-win! *audience laughs* [00:37] <Tybusen> (Horuzuga is one of the major civilian spacecraft manufacturers in the TIAF) [00:39] <Monet> Uriel chuckled quietly to himself. [00:39] <Tybusen> Colby - Now I understand the reason why you're here today is...? [00:41] <Monet> Uriel - One of your more famous viewers, who happens to be a friend of mine, suggested I could come on your show and demonstrate that we Draconis are not all stuffy, emotionless dictators. [00:43] <Tybusen> Colby - Yes, yes, it was Captain Lorrelas, wasn't it? Your friendship is something beautiful to some here in the Federation... and it also makes me angry. *audience giggles* [00:44] <Tybusen> Colby - I mean, have you ever had that feeling when you see your best friend dating someone you know is a total bitch? *audience laughs* [00:45] <Tybusen> Colby - I mean, I'm not suggesting your relationship is romantic in any way... but that adorable little teddy bear Lorrelas deserves better than a stuffy, emotionless dictator. *audience laughs* [00:46] <Monet> Uriel - "stuffy and emotionless" are hardly words my partner uses when she is in the mood. [00:48] <Tybusen> Colby - *audience giggling* Really? Would you like to demonstrate? *strikes a suggestive pose, the audience laughs* [00:49] <Monet> Uriel's smile dropped. [00:50] <Tybusen> *audience giggles at Uriel's disturbed expression* [00:50] <Monet> Uriel - Are you trying to flirt with me? [00:51] <Tybusen> Colby - *mock offended* What, me, trying to flirt with the stuffy emotionless dictator of the tea-sipping salamanders? You must be out of your mind, Mr. Paragon, sir! *leans in close with a stage whisper* But, uh, if I was, was it working? [00:53] <Monet> Uriel - No. Pardon the strange phrase but you do not smell right for it. [00:53] <Monet> for me* [00:54] <Tybusen> Colby - *interested* Really? So it's the scent that really gets the oven cooking for you Draconis? *audience giggles* [00:56] <Monet> Uriel - Indeed. Females tend to only produce the right scent for a few weeks of the year. [00:56] <Monet> (remove "tend to") [00:57] <Monet> Uriel - But when they do, that is when times become exiting. [00:58] <Tybusen> Colby - So in the Imperium, getting it on with others is a yearly thing? So, I don't know, do they have, like, sex festivals in the streets for a few weeks every year? *audience laughs* I mean, just people going at each other all day and night for a few weeks? I gotta imagine you guys get loads of tension stored up, having to wait a year and all. *audience giggles* [01:01] <Monet> Uriel - Sex festivals? Oh no, that might be overdoing it. The time of the year varies depending on the woman. And this is just among Draconis and Drallivians. [01:03] <Tybusen> Colby - I mean, if there were sex festivals, I'm pretty sure there are a lot of messed-up people out there who would go and pay good money to watch... Think of the profits! It'll be a boon for the condom and contraceptive industry! *audience giggles* [01:05] <Monet> Uriel shook his head. [01:06] <Monet> Uriel - It might but rather frankly my concern is for the spaiens who are interested in watching mass intercourse rituals. [01:06] <Monet> sapiens* [01:10] <Monet> Uriel - I am comfortable with that kind of expression remaining private, personally. [01:11] <Tybusen> Colby - Ah... *smiling a little from embarassment for carrying on too long on the subject of Draconid intercourse rituals, trying to change the subject* So I hear that your homeboy Telvenum's been hooking up with Guolivian lately, what's up with that? [01:13] <Monet> Uriel - Well, for years I have learned that Draconis and Capricornians have many things in common, and the crown-prince has been of immense help thanks in a large part to the friendship he shares with Senator Guolivian. [01:14] <Tybusen> Colby - Like a whole "I drink water you drink water omg so similar" kind of things in common, what's the deal with all that? [01:16] <Monet> Uriel - Well not quite "I drink water you drink water". The relationship is more akin to hmm. Oh, we both share the same feelings for a particular artist. [01:16] <Monet> Uriel - The Cyrannus Galaxy has been highly receptive of Draconid culture. [01:17] <Tybusen> Colby - So it's about art, eh? Well I'll have you know that I'm quite the artist myself. Anyone who watches my show will know I'm quite the connossieur of *unpronounceable gibberish name*, who I'm assuming is Draconis because I can't pronounce his name. *audience laughs* [01:19] <Monet> Uriel - Are our names that difficult to pronounce? [01:23] <Tybusen> Colby - Well, I can't pronounce Cyrannian names either. *has an expression of revelation* Wow, you guys do have a lot in common! *audience laughs* Incomprehensible names, a fondness for drinking tea while smugly looking down on every other race, a preference for Romantic Neoclassic Postmodern Impressionistic Abstractism... there's a conspiracy going on. [01:24] <Monet> Uriel - You would not be the first to suggest such. [01:25] <Tybusen> Colby - The huts were a nice cover story, but I'd bet those huts are hiding the Imperial Navy waiting to pounce on our intergalactic holdings. [01:27] <Monet> Uriel - I have been meaning to ask about the whole "hut" nonsense. Saying such things would get you laughed at back in Andromeda. [01:28] <Monet> Uriel - Not just by my kind but by, well, anyone who has seen a photograph of Minos'Drakon. [01:30] <Tybusen> Colby - Those photographs are a bunch of doctored baloney. Why, my photoshopping team has produced a completely accurate and totally unaltered photo of Minos'Drakon as it really is. Jim, can we get the photo on the screen over here? *a poorly edited picture of Minos'Drakon with primitive tribal huts and teepees obviously photoshopped over the skyscrapers appears on the screen behind the interview desk* [01:32] <Monet> Uriel looks at the image and smiles. Equal parts shock and humour at the silly attempt to cover up the skyscrapers with tents. [01:32] <Monet> Uriel - My...those are some big tents. [01:34] <Tybusen> Colby - You sit on a throne of lies, sir. *audience laughs* [01:35] <Monet> Uriel - If you mean the dragon throne I suppose it is quite comfortable. [01:38] <Tybusen> Colby - *amused with Uriel's witty comeback* But I bet it's not as comfortable as the thrones here in the Federation. All of our politicians sit on thrones of lies made only from the finest fabrications and lie-nens. Why, if you sat in one of them, it could completely consume you as a person and make you so comfortable you feel like not doing your job. *audience laughs* [01:39] <Monet> Uriel - Gold, platinum, the finest velvet and the softest padding. Is this close? [01:43] <Tybusen> Colby - Diamonds, sir. Only the finest diamonds, obtained through completely legal underhanded backdoor deals with morally ambiguous but still totally legal black market traders. You might call them blood diamonds, sir, but I prefer to call it "some stupid miner got his filthy plebian blood on my diamonds, I'll just get it washed later and have the miner secretly buried alive in the diamond mine tomorrow". I bet you're totally jealous. [01:44] <Monet> Uriel - My throne has a few un-bloodied diamonds set into it. [01:44] <Monet> Uriel - I suppose I am a little envious that every senator in the Federation has a diamond-studded chair. [01:45] <Tybusen> Colby - No, believe me, most of us are. *audience laughs* [01:46] <Monet> Uriel - I suppose we have a little in common as well then. [01:48] <Tybusen> Colby - *gazing rather suggestively at Uriel* Wow, we have so much in common then! We should totally hook up! [01:49] <Monet> Uriel - Didn't we already go through this? [01:53] <Tybusen> Colby - *smiling to indicate that he's not being serious* I thought it was worth a shot. [01:53] <Monet> Uriel - *rolls back his right sleeve to reveal a silver bracer* This indicates I am spoken for. [01:54] <Tybusen> Colby - *mock dramatic soap-opera voice, grabs Uriel's arm* Alensia doesn't have to know! [01:55] <Monet> Uriel - ...Isn't this a galaxywide broadcast? [01:58] <Tybusen> Colby - It might be pay-per-view in Andromeda, I don't know. *audience laughs* *Colby reassumes the mock dramatic voice* But we can run away together, live in a small house in the countryside and grow old together... Well, you're already old to begin with. But you'll probably still end up outliving me. *audience laughs* [02:00] <Monet> Uriel - So you're suggesting we run away together and live in a small house in the countryside and stay there as I watch you age before my eyes? [02:02] <Tybusen> Colby - And we get people to capture it on camera! Then we'll have the greatest TIAF remake of that Benjamin Beltbuckle or whatever story ever! [02:05] <Monet> Uriel - I do not believe I have heard of that story. [02:05] <Monet> Uriel - And you are completely fine with this idea [02:09] <Tybusen> Colby - We'll sell it to some amateur Murong filmmaker and make millions from exploitations! [02:09] <Tybusen> (Murong is well-known within the Federation for typically being a hotspot for amateur filmmakers) [02:10] <Monet> Uriel - I was more referring to "growing old and passing on in order to make millions on a love story" [02:10] <Monet> I was referring to* [02:12] <Tybusen> Colby - You make a million here, you make a million there... You understand, right? Are you on-board, sir? *Colby extends his hand for a handshake, the audience starts egging Uriel on to shake his hand* [02:13] <Monet> Uriel looked t othe crowd for a few minutes and then back at Colby [02:14] <Monet> Uriel - WOuld it break your heart if I said no? [02:16] <Tybusen> Colby - My heart would literally shatter into two parts and continue fracturing from then on until my heart has essentially experienced a nuclear meltdown. *audience laughs, the chanting for Uriel to shake his hand grows louder and more vigorous* [02:19] <Monet> Uriel continued looking back and forth between Colby and the audience. Eventually he reached out and firmly wrapped his hands around Colby's outstretched one, shaking confidently. [02:19] <Tybusen> *audience explodes in applause* [02:20] <Monet> As he shook, Uriel pulled Colby close. [02:20] <Monet> Uriel - Shal lwe keep this between you, me and the audience? [02:22] <Tybusen> Colby - As you wish, mi petite chou-fleur. *audience laughs, Colby addresses the camera* Me and Uriel's new movie, "The Curious Case of Benjamin Beltbuckle or Whatever" comes out whenever! And thank you again to Mr. Uriel Ultanos for coming on the show! We'll be right back! *show cuts to commercial*

[17:08] <Monet> Arsac had disguised herself as a civillian and planned to aquire a Tertamian amplification orb, a strange device designed to empower someone with essence Arsac knew such an ittem would be in high demand and used a secret account to buy the article [17:08] <Monet> The price kept climing, 20,000, 40,000, 200,000 credits. [17:09] <Monet> At 3,450,000 credits everyone else stopped bidding. Arsac smiled as the aquisition went to her. [17:10] <Monet> She was due to collect the artifact tomorrow. She posted inquisitors to guard the auction vault so that she couldp ick it up and take it to the reliquary the next day. [17:11] <Monet> Two inquisitors had been posted at the vault while the services of a corporate security firm had been hired to protect the building. [17:11] <Monet> (okay you're up, this would ahve been in a big city) [17:13] <GD12> Tyranny terpeshoires, assigned to Occult Operations, shape shifting spies had been collecting intelligence on artifacts in the area. [17:13] <GD12> They had found out that a Tetramanian cube, thought by undiscerning ones to be art, was being sold at an auction nearby. [17:14] <GD12> Cruciatus was soon informed, and interested, he decided to take matters into his own hands, taking control of the operation and directing the two shapeshifters to steal the art to be picked up by a stealth ship later. [17:15] <Monet> Security was tight at the auction house. Guars posted with SMGs were everywhere. [17:16] <GD12> The Two Shapeshifters used to military intelligence operations, shifting disguise, where with some effort, able to inflitrate the auction house, [17:16] <GD12> Shifting disguise between courtesan, guard, and attendant, they were able to sneak in. [17:17] <Monet> The two inquisitors stood vigilantly at the vault door, keeping an eye out. [17:18] <GD12> (should they get past the inquistiors, or should Cruicatus be forced to take it by force) [17:18] <Monet> (Inquisitors could porbably tell through their abilities that the two agents were not what they look like now) [17:20] <GD12> (aye so then cruciatus will have to come in?) [17:20] <Monet> (yeah) [17:23] <GD12> The two terpeshoires were close to their goald, and tried to sneak in. [17:24] <Monet> As they approached the vault the inquisitors, disguised as security officers, glared at them. [17:24] <Monet> Inquisitor- Clearence? [17:25] <GD12> The two terpeshoires pretended as if they were not going to the vault and made a detour, looking for another way in. [17:26] <Monet> There appeared to be no way inside, any ventilation systems were self-contained. [17:27] <GD12> Terpeshoire - Director, have problems, there are two security guards at the entrance to the vaul. [17:27] <GD12> The director sent two assassin droids immediately, equipped with Anti Personell Disintegrator Sniper Rifles, who were teleported to the location of the Terpeshoires. [17:28] <GD12> Cruciatus - Use of lethal force authorized. [17:28] <GD12> In perfect synchronicity, the two assassin droids both took shots at the heads of the two "security guards" [17:29] <Monet> One of the guards appeared to anticipate the shot andducked as the bolt hit. Readying his weapon he fired in the direction of the shots. [17:29] <GD12> (what about the other one) [17:29] <Monet> (dead) [17:30] <GD12> (perhaps he notes that they are using military grade weapons) [17:30] <GD12> The assassin droid, used to one shot kills could not move, and was struck down, while the other one recalibrated and fired another shot at the security guard while the two other terpeshoires waited. [17:30] <Monet> Inquisitor - Security breach! Military equipment is in use. [17:31] <Monet> The inquisitor was ready, he didged the second shot and fired at the droid. [17:32] <GD12> While the remaining assassin robot was blown up, the two terpeshoires entered the room and sprinted as fast as they could to the artifact, hoping to get it. [17:33] <Monet> As they left the room they were propelled against the wall. The inquisitor had known they would sneak in and had thrown them backwards using his psychic abilities. [17:33] <GD12> Terpeshoire - Psychic Detecte.... [17:34] <GD12> (Enter Cruciatus?) [17:34] <Monet> The inquisitor used his SMG on one, he then reached in order to grab the other. [17:34] <Monet> (go ahead) [17:35] <GD12> (perhaps he could interrogate the terp first) [17:35] <Monet> (that was what I had in mind) [17:35] <GD12> (go for it) [17:35] <Monet> Inquisitor grabbed the terp and forced him against the wall - That does nto belong to you alien, who sent you! [17:36] <GD12> Terpeshoire *disguised* - Why should I tell you! [17:37] <Monet> The inquisitor punched him in the stomach - Because right now I could screw with your head so badly you will cry to your whore-mother! [17:37] <GD12> Terpeshoire - Bring it [17:38] <GD12> (I should mention that Terps are hermaphroditic) [17:38] <Monet> (the inquisitor doesn't know that) [17:38] <GD12> Terpeshoire - I ain't talking. [17:39] <Monet> The inquisitor glared at the terp, in seconds, the terp's mind was filled with ghastly images that blurred though his mind. Screaming, blood, gunfire, all to provoke shock. [17:40] <GD12> The Terpeshoire was conditioned to withstand physical torture, not mental torture as much, and was becoming less confident. [17:40] <GD12> Tepreshoire - Screw you! [17:40] <Monet> Inquisitor - I'll stop if you tell me. [17:41] <Monet> Inquisitor - Actually... [17:41] <GD12> Time went on as the Terpesoire was tortued, but eventually he/she cracked. [17:41] <GD12> *redcat my statemnet* [17:41] <GD12> (go on) [17:41] <Monet> Under the blurring images, the inquisitor tried searching the teresoire's thoughts for an clues. [17:42] <GD12> The Inquistor saw images of the Terpeshoire's previous missions and gathered more and more information. [17:42] <GD12> Locked in this process, the Inquistiroy did not notice the quaking footsteps behind him. [17:43] <GD12> The Inquisitor eventually started seeing pictures of the Dominatus and of the Tyranny, eventually coming to a conclusion. [17:44] <Monet> Inquisitor - Thank you. [17:44] <GD12> However, before he could transmit anything, a sinsiter voice emerged from behind him. [17:44] <GD12> Cruciatus - That artifact is mine. [17:44] <GD12> He blasted the inquistior with hellfire from behind, catching him off guard. [17:45] <Monet> The inquisitor fell to the floor screaming [17:45] <Monet> (dead?) [17:45] <GD12> (aye) [17:46] <GD12> Cruciatus - You have failed me. [17:46] <GD12> At that, Cruciatus also immolated the Terpeshoire, and took the artifact. [17:46] <GD12> (Should Arsac's confrontation be on the planet or cruciauts ship) [17:46] <Monet> (I'm thinking she might intervene) [17:47] <GD12> (right now?) [17:48] <Monet> (would he walk out or telport out of the building?) [17:48] <GD12> (Would you rather Arsac confront him on his turf?) [17:48] <GD12> (Or on the city) [17:51] <Monet> (on his turf she might not have any means to escape) [17:52] <Monet> (in the city is better) [17:52] <GD12> (alright [17:52] <GD12> Cruciatus took the artifact and activated his teleported, however, it had jammed, and he had to wait for it to recalibrate. [17:53] <GD12> He hid the corpses. closed the doors, and hid in the vault. [17:53] <Monet> As he waited, an energy knife was thrown at his leg. [17:54] <GD12> Cruciatus, transfixed with his fault equipment could not react fast enough as the energy knife penetrated his leg. [17:54] <Monet> ??? - Going somewhere? [17:54] <GD12> He instantly assumed a combat stance and drew out a 10 meter long claymore, which he wielded in one hand. [17:55] <GD12> Cruciatus - Soon, and soon you shall be dead. [17:55] <GD12> Cruciatus body emitted a sphere of growing hellfire. [17:56] <Monet> He felt something on his back, out of nowhere Arsac appeared and dug her power claws into his shoulders. [17:57] <GD12> Cruciatus - Entertaining. [17:57] <Monet> Arsac - Tasting the fires of Inferno are we? [17:57] <GD12> Spikes of biomass were emitted from Cruciatus back, erupting in all directions. [17:57] <GD12> Cruciatus also pirouetted with his sword, trying to slash Arsac. [17:58] <Monet> Arsac leapt off his back as the spikes erupted. [17:58] <Monet> Arsac - You havep ower, but doe you have finesse? [17:58] <Monet> power* [17:59] <GD12> Arsac - One does not need finesses to squash a bug. [17:59] <GD12> *Cruciatus