Fiction:Theian Technocracy/Brave New World

This is the story of the 's arrival to the gigaquadrant in 2786, their arrival was mysterious and their origin even moreso. But records were kept, the final days of it's predecessor the Theian Dominion and the rise of the technocracy.

Prologue - Rise of the Fireweavers
For two decades before the launch of the TEA Alvaleth the Theian Dominion had ben fighting a losing war an odd entity that had been codenamed "the Fireweavers". The entity had spread from the outer rim, scouring any lifebaearing planet it encountered. Leaving behind a barren hellscape. In the final months of the war they had reached the core worlds and the dominion's fleet dedicated what was left of it's armada to the defence.

Apocolypse on Archalia
The core world of Archalia was famous as the site of a series of archeological ruins dating back to the time of the mythical. was visiting the planet to discuss terms with Magistrate Voramelin on providing an increased level of support. Negotiations had not gone well and she felt desperate. As she sat in her chambers the holoemitter signalled that she had a call. Sitting up from her bed she put her book down and walked over, gently resting her finger on a frosted glass pane which activated the transciever. Emerging was who smiled gently and she smiled back. Her heart began racing.

Gerden - It's good to see you again Develani - You as well, will you be able to visit one day? Gerden - I.. I don't know. High Command is paranoid about which world could get hit next. Trust me if the crisis subsides I will be all yours. Develani - You're such a charmer. Gerden - That's why you like me... Right?

Develani blushed while Gerden puckered his lips and gave her an odd lock. The air was filled with an awkward silence.

Develani - Of course Gerden - Look I have to go, I was only allocated so much time. Keep the bed warm alright?

Gerden's holographic image dissolved and Develani was once again alone, she picked up her book and scanned the page for her place. She returned to lounging on the bed, her mind kept trailing back to the mental image of Gerden's face.

That night she was in her room meditating, she had just recently talked with Archaelia's magistrate with little success and had felt drained. As she sat i nthe middle of the room she began having sudden mental nighmares, the sky cracking like glass, theians screaming, the very ground melting. This was enough to force her out of her trance and she fainted to the floor. The nighmares persisted in her dreams, but there was little clue. One nighmare showed the magistrate's spire melting and a horrid, chitinous face flashed itself before she came to. As she struggled to get up she heard a knock at her door.

??? - Mistress? Hello, mistress? Are you awake? Develani - Urgh, I'm awake, let me get the door.

She used her hands to help herself up and then staggered to the door resting her hand on a glass panel next to the door which opened it to a Theian wearing a gold-trimmed military outfit. Commandant Gravlis stood at the door.

Gravlis - Everything alright mistress? Develani - Fine, I had a rough night. That's all. Gravlis - Are you sure- Develani - Yes! What is it? Gravlis - The Magistrate invites you to a banquet. Apparently he's reconsidering your request. Develani - Oh that's good, give me a few minutes to tend to myself.

Gravlis nods and walks on. As she washed her face the flashes returned and she briefly saw the face in the mirror. This startled her and in her shock she staggered back. Resting her hand on her chest to feel her heart racing. After a few minutes of deep breating she regained her composure and removed her dressing gown to wear a crimson-sequined and gold-threaded dress.

She entered the dining hall where the MAgistrate sat at the opposite end to her entry point on a circular table. They were alone and lavish foods had been prepared by the chets. He stood up, smiling.

Voramelin - Lady Thranga, it is such an honour. Develani - Your invitation was rather abrupt, magistrate. Vormalin - I wanted some time alone with you. I confess i have been acting somewhat stubbournly. The Dominion is still a force to admire and to deny my faith in it would be someting of a stupid move. Develani - Of couse. Vormalin - But politics is not what I invited you for, have a seat.

Develani sat comfortably next ot the magistrate. She was served delicacies native to the planet but as she ate the facce flashed once again. Devleani reeled in shock with the magistrate to hold on to. A look of worry filled his eyes. A feeling of pressure engulved both of them but Develani had felt it more severly. Bot of them had heard stroies but realised what was going on.

Vormalin - Fireweavers... No... no not now!