Fiction:Holy Shadow War/The Shadows Loom

Massacre of the Pacifists
Usually, territory was avoided, especially capital territory. Most would rather not bother themselves with the, who had made negative impressions of themselves through, what some would consider, "annoying" contact between themselves and other empires. However, today was different. In the skies above the FRA's capital world, they observes the sudden and random appearance of bizarre, unregistered ships that they had not bore witness to before. They shared gun-like designs, perhaps as signs of aggression or intimidation, although these Asgord were taught not to judge upon appearance. The first witness of these vessels was Lezia Ipevreia, a respected diplomat amongst her people. Among the most educated of her people in terms of interstellar affairs, the sight of a civilization she had not seen within her many voyages across the universe unnerved her greatly, although true to her nature, she made the attempt to remain positive. She had contacted once-undiscovered aliens before, this day should not be of any difference. It was her duty and nature to expect the residents of these bizarre vessels to be friendly or non-hostile, with no intent of bringing war to her kind, yet deep-down within her corrupted heart, a gift from a man she once held close, she could sense that not all would go as she wanted as she observed from the window of her darkened room.

Her ears were filled with the first among many agonizing, pained screams alongside the thunderous sound of gunfire. She had been wrong, her nature and duty had betrayed her before she even attempted to initiate contact. Already, the deathly fires of demise began to ascend into the sky from the buildings that birthed them, yet the catalyst for these flames were unseen by her. She could only rely on her hearing now, for she no longer knew what she was seeing - the word "ZAZANE" swallowed all other words that travelled through the air, picked up by her enhanced hearing. She broke out into a faint whisper.

Lezia - Zazane?

Her confusion remained within her head, the sense and logic behind this sudden assault did not add up. Zazane had never been enemies to the Asgord; in fact, they were among their closest allies, albeit perhaps out of pity or resourceful opportunity. The Zazane were warriors, they would not have been interested in these pacifists otherwise. And within her heart, she felt the love for their patron leader slowly begin to decay and die;, considered a sinful, ugly madman by his kind but showing no care for what they thought. Lezia's inquisitive, curious mind demanded and compelled her to go outside, evaluate and investigate the situation...but her common sense forbid her too, constructing a defensive barrier from such insane thoughts. The city was too dangerous, there was no hope for her out there even with the cancerous darkness inside her body. She could not risk her life...or his.

Lezia turned herself away from the window, away from the sight of destruction and death that seemed to plague her through the recent years. With her graceful gait, she walked to the obsidian egg that resided tranquilly upon the pillow of her queen-sized bed. Her son, her flesh and blood. While under any normal circumstance she would have succumb to her interested nature in these hostile beings, but her son had to remain safe. He had to remain alive, sheltered from the evils of the Universe and beyond. Taking the egg gently into her arms as if they were a cradle and the egg an actual child, Lezia whispered feverishly to it, as if preparing to sing a noiseless lullaby. [16:12]  Lezia turned away from the window and, with her graceful gait, walked to a scarlet egg that she kept in her bedroom. Her son. Her flesh and blood. She could have died, but her son, her son had to remain safe. Sheltered from the evils of the world. Lezia gently took the egg in her arms, as if it was an actual child, and whispered feverishly to it, as if telling it a lullaby.

Lezia - Kezoreg.

Outside, the aliens came into view; they appeared like Zazane, sharing the familiar crests and horns, alongside their masculine and broad physique. However, they appeared...taller, with the feats they accomplished this night appearing to outdo anything that Lezia's ever seen a Zazane do. These creatures possessed more mass to their muscle and made use of foreign weaponry that was unseen in the grips of Zazane; these were not Zazane weapons nor were they Zazane. Yet the structure of their facial features...they were similar, perhaps too similar. Lezia knew they were coming, she could tell from the volume of the screaming and shouting raising as they did, approaching her beloved home. Lezia remained paralyzed with despair, as if some kind of terrific parasite crawled upon her brain and devoured her mind, eating away at her rationality. However, it appeared she still possessed some amount of reserves as she could still think. She turned her worried head towards the corner of her room; a small door, like a hatch. A smile appeared on her face as her thoughts became clear.

Lezia found herself no longer driven by balanced thought as she dashed and scurried across her room in panic, taking the onyx egg along with her as she made her descent towards the emergency hatch that had been fitted for this kind of situation. She was hoping she wouldn't have to use it, ever. She was piloted by both influencing fear and powerful instincts of the maternal variety. In a move that was difficult for her to perform due to her large, muscular body structure, Lezia dived for the hatch in desperation. She could not afford her son to be discovered by these hostile brutes, she couldn't allow it for both her and his sake. As she crouched and crawled into the confined, darkened space, her finger passed over a nearby switch. Within moments, the cube-like room was sealed tight and was engulfed in a dim, bluish light. While it wasn't the brightest of illuminations, it was enough for her to see the egg within her arms. The shell was intact, as was she. The violent, sickening sounds of screams and gunfire disappeared, allowing Lezia to breath a well-deserved sigh of relief. She was safe. They were safe. For now, at least.