As the Great Cyrannus War came to a close, flickering gates winked into existence, one by one, across the Cyrannus galaxy again. These were the Void Gates, left by the Fordanta to allow access to their realm. As the fires of war died down, a single communique was issued on a tight channel, to Empress Ramashe of Rambo Nation.
“Hail, Empress Ramashe. I would have liked to contact you far sooner, in the wake of the unfortunate incident with the Trivoid, but fate is ever unkind. Conflict with the Ayrai'Shikua, as well as internal strife within the Ko'Sa'Va itself have forced me to stay my hand, but now is an opportunity of relative stability in the galaxy.
I am sending this message to offer an invitation to tour my homeworld, Forda, in an effort to allow us to begin to better understand each others' culture. Naturally, some locations are forbidden to aliens, but I can personally assure you that most of the planet's sights and attractions will be more than welcoming.
I understand that this is a somewhat sensitive time, in the wake of the Cyrannus War, and will understand if you decide that such a move would be ill-advised at this time, however it may well be that this is the opportunity you need to gain a fresh perspective on things.
As always, my blade is at your side.”
- - Blademaster Hel'Bre'K of the Fordanta
Ramashe responded quickly, accepting the invitation and beginning preparations to spend a few days on the lush world Forda.
Chapter 0 - Preparations[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
"Preparations are almost complete, Blademaster. The Kin have organised the initial stages of the Empress' visit to best coincide with local events, and should it be needed, the Warriors' Guild stands ready to provide protection. While I will admit that some of these requests have been rather... confusing, I have no doubt in your judgement, Blademaster."
As the Praetorian finished his report, a reptilian eye cracked open, revealing an azure gleam that belied the knowledge held within. Slowly lifting his immense form from the slab of cold granite on which he was meditating, Hel'Bre'K donned a ceremonial robe and readied his advisors, so that he could inspect the final preparations himself. The Praetorian marched easily alongside him, discussing the finer details of planning before ordering underlings to make adjustments.
"I am a soldier, Praetorian. A glorified one at that, but a soldier nonetheless. In spite of what the Young may think of me, my talents do not lie in the preparation for such events. You and I both trust in the advice given to me by the various Diplomats and Courtiers who have been my aides of recent. Nonetheless, nothing can shake my confidence in my Kin, but this is the first true test of Fordan hospitality to an alien... Hmpf, I remember when that combination of words meant a blade. I am too old to change my ways, but perhaps this will be a beneficial experience for the three of us."
In mockery of hundreds of years of experience, the Praetorian found himself asking, "The three of us? Only I stand beside you, Blademaster." The sharp, rebuking answer of "The Empress" stung for a moment, before the pair passed a statue of an old friend. Memories of old glories washed over them, and the slip was forgotten.
"Come now, Praetorian. The Empress is due to arrive soon. Despite my advisors' suggestions, I would rather not be... how did they word it? 'Fashionably late...?'"
As the final preparations finished, the pair strode through a Void Gate, crossing the barrier to the Gate Fortress assigned to Rambo Nation. From there, Hel'Bre'K watched the Rambo vessel begin docking procedures. As if to flaunt fate by defying the advice of his aides, Hel'Bre'K strode purposefully to the docking station, instead of waiting at the Void Relay.
Ramashe[]
Ramashe sat in her room, which was resevated onboard the USS Dallas, under command of the noble and famous Rambo Nation officer, vice-admiral Ramcard. She sighted, the current events and the reformation of the URC into the Galactic Empire of Cyrannus troubled her min, kept her out of sleeping and even gave her a head ache, for which she took pain medication. Times were dark, and she gave orders to send troops to the Cyrannus colonies of Rambo Nation. Guarding the colonies and waiting for the inevitable day the Empire woudl start their invasion. After all, together with Apollo and the Cognatus Remnant they were called traitors.
None the less Ramashe made up her mind, troops were moving and the Angforst was blockading the wormhole leading into Cyrannus, preventing any former URC ship from arriving and keeping the Nation save. When the Bladmaster transmission was given to the Empress, she was delighted and happy. She loved state visits, and always wondered how a Fordanta looked liked, how they lived and what were there traditions? Ramashe agreed with herself, she was a bit nervous to meet the leader of the noble and great warriors known as the Fordanta.
Suddenly the door to her room openend. Vice-admiral Ramcard nodded and said: "My Lady, we have begun docking procedures". Ramashe nodded and rose from her chair, and smiled to the vice-admiral, even though it was a tired smile. Suddenly Ramcard spoke again, as if he was reading her mind.
"My Lady, may I speak freely?". Ramashe nodded in agreement. "I ehm, just wanted to tell you my Lady that it is an honor serving you, you managed to let the Nation thrive and expand in difficult times". With it, he turned and left for the bridge while Ramashe had a smile of grace of her snout.
Upon exiting the ship, flanked by two Royal Serindia Guards and a Legacy Serindia with magical powers she walked to the approaching blade master. And she smiled, at last she would meet the impressive leader of the Fordanta, who aided the Rambo during a conflict.
Chapter 1 - Meetings[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
As the Empress' procession entered the Gate Fortess, Hel'Bre'K stifled a shudder. Ramashe looked little like the pictures with which he had been provided, and less like the Rambo next to her. He realised that this must be the result of some genetic modification process, and concealed his disgust as he greeted Ramashe.
"Greetings, Ramashe of Rambo Nation. The Void Relay has been activated, and the gateway to Forda is open. If you will please follow me."
Four Praetorians joined the Blademaster as the ancient Fordan led Ramashe and her group through the station. Hel'Bre'K did his best to answer the Rambo's questions- mostly related to where they would be visiting- right until one of her escorts, the individual recognised as Vice-Admiral Ramcard, asked what Void travel felt like. This brought Hel' to a stop for a moment, as he thought of how to put it to words.
"It is an odd sensation, to be sure. An odd mixture of exhilaration and utter terror, something one never truly gets used to. You will experience it for yourself soon enough."
The procession reached the Void Relay, and Ramashe drew in a sharp breath. Through the emerald ring of crackling energy, the Rambo leader could see a bustling city, with hundreds of finely wrought statues guarding the path from the Relay to what she assumed was some sort of anti-gravity craft that was going to take the group on the first part of the tour. At first, the Rambo leader was concerned, even a little scared of the ancient technology, but Hel'Bre'K and his attendants walked through almost casually, and Hel'Bre'K turned to offer his hand to guide the Rambo through. As Ramashe stepped through the portal, she was shocked to see the statues lining the path suddenly salute, and realised that they were in fact Fordan warriors standing so perfectly still that their pearl-white armour appeared to be stone.
"My Lady, welcome to Forda."
Ramashe[]
Looking around, she was facinated by the travel, an unknown and yet disturbing feeling when passing through the Void Gate. The sight behind it, the city with various building and lights impressed her, and took her breath. She never knew that the Fordanta had such a beautiful architecture. Even more surprising, the seemingly statues were Fordan warriors, standing so still that Ramashe though they were well crafted statues. Realising her mistake, a short smile formed on her snout, again.
Taking a better look at the Blademaster, she thought she saw a blickering in his eyes whenever he looked at her, but Ramashe wasn't sure what it was. Further more, dressed in a long, plain white cloak, tied at the waist with a piece of grey cloth she found the choice of dressing facinating, giving the blademaster a look of nobility.
"Thank you Bladmaster, it is an honor to visit Forda, and witness her beauty and wonders", Ramashe replied at the welcoming words of Hel'Bre'K, and she slighty bowed her head to the impressive leader of the Fordanta. When the Bladmaster resumed his pace, Ramashe silenty followed, surely impressed by the wonders and mysteries of the Fordanta.
Chapter 2 - E'Sta'Me'K[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
"Empress, you may wish to momentarily cover your ears."
Ramashe barely had her hands over her ears before Hel'Bre'K's booming voice roared across the Relay platform.
"Warriors! Due homage to the Rambo Empress, Ramashe!"
As one, the Fordan warriors dropped to a knee, bowed their heads and crossed their blades at their chests in salute. The impression was not lost on Ramashe. As the procession made their way to the skiff at the end of the platform, Hel' began to speak about the history of the city, particularly its' part in the early 'civilisation stage' of Fordan history.
"... since that time, E'Sta'Me'K has always been considered an economic centre, as well as a transit hub. This reputation is well deserved, as any Fordan wishing to cross over to the southern continent had to pass through here, and now it houses the great Phase Relays. Tonight, arrangements have been made for you to stay in one of the city's hotel-palaces. The market sector, Guild hall Sector and residential sector are en route, and we may spend as much or as little time as you wish at each."
At the crescent prow of the skiff, a statue of a regal warrior looked over the passengers and crew. Hel' identified the figure as his predecessor, the former Blademaster.
"Which reminds me, I've been remiss in introducing myself formally. I am Hel'Bre'K, Firstborn of the noble Ce'So'Va bloodline, and Forty-Ninth Blademaster of the Fordanta."
The humility with which the ancient warrior said this lead Ramashe to accurately that the actual list of his titles was in fact far longer, and so she kept her own introduction short as well.
Ramashe expressed a wish to get to her room as quickly as possible, as she was slightly weary from the journey from Dinoman82. She was about to ask what time night would fall when she let out a startled gasp, gesturing up to the lightning-wracked crimson skies of Voidspace. Hel' quickly reassured her that the energy was contained, and informed her that an artificial act/sleep cycle was in place.
The rest of the trip passed by uneventfully, as the market sector held little of interest, bar an abundance of ornate weaponry Hel' described as being 'for tourists.' As the skiff passed the Guild Hall Sector, Hel'Bre'K made an attempt to explain the Guild system to Ramashe, who with her background in the monarchy system found it hard to comprehend.
It was only the residential district that sparked conversation, with Ramashe surprised to find that most Fordanta actually had a normal, civilian life that did not involve fighting. Hel'Bre'K was more than understanding of the Empress' surprise.
"Strange to see such natural predators conducting garden maintenance, or 'taking out the trash,' so to speak, is it not? Many forget that the warrior's lifestyle is not the only one needed for a society to function."
Finally, the skiff arrived at the hotel. It was a moderately-sized building, with carefully selected decorations. While its lack of ostentation would not win it any awards, its humble appearance seemed perfectly suited to what Ramashe was discovering of Fordan nature. As Ramashe got off the skiff, Hel' uttered a brief farewell, explaining that he preferred the plain quarters of a soldier, but promising to return for the evening meal, so that he and his advisor could explain the proceedings of the next few days.
Ramashe[]
Empress Ramashe felt shaken by the tremendous sound of Hel' voice, booming over the Relay Station. Though her beak fell open when all the Fordanta warriors saluted her, all at the same time. Impressed Ramashe listened to the history of the city, which was called E'Sta'Me'K, and was glad the Bladmaster would show her many sides of the wonderful city. Yet the mention of staying the night in a hotel was fine news, the travel to Fordanta made Ramashe quite tired, also due to the experience of using the Void drew a lot of energy.
While travelling onboard the skiff, the Blademaster introduced himself as Hel'Bre'K, Firstborn of the noble Ce'So'Va bloodline, and Forty-Ninth Blademaster of the Fordanta. Noting the humility with which the ancient warrior introduced himself made Ramashe believe his actual list of titles was far longer. She decided to keep her own introduction short as well, though had to think how to say it for a few seconds.
Thank you Bladmaster, it is an honor to finally meet you in person. I am Empress Ramashe R'margina Le Rambo, 7th monarchy of Rambo Nation and bearing the title of offical Ramboidae Warrior Princess.
The Blademaster noticed that she told him her full name, a rarity if he remembered well what he read about Ramashe, she never introduced her second and last name and as such nodded in apprecation of her introduction. When Ramashe asked her about when night would fall at Forda the Blademaster responded the Void had a cycle in place, artificial though. Passing by the market Ramashe noticed that weapons were sold, asking why in public weapons would be sold the Blademaster told her they were for tourists. Something Ramashe found hard to believe such thing would ever be possible back home. Perhaps in the future these things should be discussed if the Fordanta and Rambo were opening official trade. Arriving at the residential district Ramashe found out to the her surprise that most Fordanta actually had a normal, civilian life that did not involve fighting. The Blademaster was more than understanding of the Empress' surprise and explained various things to her. The fact that Fordanta also had normal lives made the Empress happy, and made her even more curious to the way of life of a Fordanta.
Though the Guild System which the Blademaster explained earlier on was still confusing for Ramshe, agreeing with herself that she only knew monarchy it was probably on her side the confusion came from. During the travel Ramashe wondered herself at the architecture and appearances of buildings and homes at Forda, so differant yet still welcoming to which she was used to within her own borders. Even at the first arrival Ramashe already noted that Forda was a great place to visit, even while she hadn't seen any of the wonders yet.
As the skiff arrived at the hotel a moderately-sized building, with carefully selected decorations Ramashe entered the building. Noting the lack of ostentation, something the Rambo were wild on, it gave a humble and welcoming appearanc. When the Blademaster said a brief farewell, he explained he rather liked the quarters of a soldier, but promised her he would return for the evening meal. Ramashe smiled, she understood, once a soldiers always a soldier and she nodded. Turning around to her room the Blademaster noticed that while Ramashe was an experienced ruler, been through a lot of wars and conflicts she still had something childish. Or perhaps it was something birdish species had, he noted he had to ask her about it at diner, just like the sparking question of why she allowed genitical modifictions made to her body.
Arriving at the hotel room, she noticed it was humble as well. Though the bed was very soft and inviting. Though first she contacted Vice-Admiral Ramcard about her journey so far and if he had any news from home. The vice-admiral told that everything was still quiet, though tensions with the Galactics remained and colonies in the Cyrannus Galaxy were reinforced. Thanking the vice-admiral she closed the transmission and freshed herself up. Chancing cloathes to that of a sleeping pyjama (Rambo are very traditional with their sleeping cloathes) she took a quick nap. Dreaming of her young sun she soon fell into a hard needed rest.
Chapter 3 - Planning[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
It was rare that a Blademaster hosted any sort of state function, especially since the unification of the Fordan race. Nonetheless, it was still an expected duty, especially since Hel'Bre'K had the most experience with outside races- as little as that was. Customs and traditions flowed through his mind, as he chanted the Warrior's Creed. Kneeling on a raised stone pedestal, Hel' activated the clasps and catches of his armor in ritual order. It was tradition for the Blademaster to attend such meetings in full armor, and Hel' was glad for it. As his armor joined together, so did his warrior's spirit. The legacy he carried strengthened his resolve, and comforted him when he was so far out of his element.
Striding into the banquet hall, he was surprised to see Ramashe and her guests already waiting- he himself was some quarter of an hour early. Taking up a raised seat at one end of the elliptical table, the Praetorian on his left bade the others to do likewise. Although normally unsure how to act in such circumstances, yet another tradition showed him the way. Rising from his seat, he strode down to Ramashe, at the other end of the table, drawing from his hip a blade, still sheathed. A For'Dan attendant gestured for a confused Ramashe to stand. When the two leaders met, Hel' lowered his huge frame to one knee, his eyes level with those of Ramashe.
"In peace, or war, count myself and my For'Dan'Ta at your side, as you do this blade- a token of our allegiance."
Ramashe seemed slightly flushed as she took the blade. It was designed in traditional For'Dan style, with a long blade that reached from the floor to Ramashe's waist, inlaid with gold and carved in the ancient For'Dan language.
"The runes say 'May your enemies fear me, for I speak with a voice like thunder, guided by the valor of ancients.' This blade was forged for you, and only you. Consider it a gift, from my For'Dan'Ta to yours."
Sensing again a subtle shift of confusion, Hel' quickly reminded Ramashe that the word For'Dan'Ta translates to kin or family. Hel' returned to his seat, a feeling of unease settling in his soul as he wondered what impression this display had made.
Again, traditions took up his burden, as the initial meal was served. Ramashe and her escorts seemed rather uncomfortable, and despite Hel's poor perception of other beings' emotions it took little time for the reason to register with Hel'- While on every plate there was a choice cut of fish from the frozen southern seas, on the Rambos' plates it shared space with a light salad. Surpressing a chuckle, Hel'Bre'K explained that, having only eating meat for many millennia, For'Dan'Ta have lost the ability to digest plant matter. This explanation seemed to set Ramashe at ease, but then again, he could hardly tell.
As the dinner progressed, Hel' gradually became more comfortable in this formal setting, as other For'Dan'Ta were delegated to explain various stages of the Empress' visit. From what he could tell of Ramashe's expressions, she seemed most interested in the equatorial archipelago, a place that set Hel' at odds- a place dedicated to leisure holds little interest to one of ascetic inclinations.
The dinner consisted of several courses including, for the main meal, a whole beast roasted on the spit it was served on, prompting Hel' to boast that he had felled a beast twice the size- a claim few could match, and none could better. The meat was well cooked, tender and lightly spiced, but Hel' could care less. To him, raw beast freshly hunted, and shared over a campfire was a meal to remember, and at this dinner it was Ramashe's presence that he committed to memory.
At the meal's conclusion, Hel' invited his guests to accompany him to the gallery outside, where a For'Dan dancing troupe had begun a performance. Lithe females leapt between levitating pads, leaving trails of flickering motes behind them, while a trio of males performed a fierce tribal dance native to the southern continent. All the while, a percussion band beat up an old war tune, instilling a great pride, but also sadness in Hel', as he remembered the first time he heard that tune, and realised that modern war made no allowance for such beauty.
When the performance ended, Hel' escorted Ramashe back to her room, and departed for the Warriors' Guild hall. Preferring to sleep among his fellow warriors, the hard stone of the dormitory was as comfortable as the luxury room in which his guests stayed. Sleep did not come easily, but it was welcome.
Ramashe[]
A Legacy Serindia knocked on Ramashe her quarters door, it was time to get up as the banquet was beginning shortly. However Ramashe was dressed in her former uniform quite fast and were half an hour early than planned. Ramashe instead decided to wander the hotel, looking at the differant architecture of the Fordan. After half an hour, Ramashe and her conserts went to the banquet hall and took their seats, together with some other Fordanta representatives. Thoug it soon seemed Ramashe her consers mistook the time of the banquet as the Blademaster himself hadn't arrived yet, though arrived shortly after Ramashe took her seat as the Blademaster entered the hall, with a sight of surprise.
None the less, Ramashe was quite impressed by the elliptical table, with the Praetorian on each side of the table. Suddenly the Blademaster rised from his chair, drawing a sword (though still in it's hip) Ramashe slightly panicked in her head. A bit of paronoïd reaction due to recent events, and her facial expression showed surprise. When the Blademaster gestured Ramashe to stand she followed his advice, but to her surprise the impressive Blademaster (in her opinion he wore magnificent armor) knelt to one knee.
He then spoke the Empress, with pride in his words he announced that the sword represented a token of the allegiance between the Fordanta and Rambo Nation. Ramashe, taken by complete surprise was slightly flushed and embarrassed of her own paranoïd thoughts, yet was honored by such a blade. The blade itself was a traditional long blade, decorated with gold and textures in ancient For'Dan language. When the Blademaster told what the words meant: "The runes say 'May your enemies fear me, for I speak with a voice like thunder, guided by the valor of ancients.' This blade was forged for you, and only you. Consider it a gift, from my For'Dan'Ta to yours", Ramashe eyes became moisted. She slightly bowed her head, though she noted the Blademaster had a feeling of unease over him, perhaps the Blademaster wasn't used to hold state visits?
Yet another suprise came to Ramashe and her consorts when the meal was served, while the "Rambo" plates had both salad and fish, the onces of the Preatorian only had fish. Noting the surprise in the Rambo their eyes the Blademaster chuckled and explained the reasons for the Fordanta not being able to digest plant food. A small smile curved on Ramashe her beak, and the banquet began. As the diner progressed, the atmosphere brighted as the Blademaster began talking about the various places he wanted the Empress to show. As the Blademaster talked she noted though an impressive warrior, he loved the world he lived on, traits Ramashe liked about the Blademaster. Ramashe was most interessted in places like tge equatorial archipelago Ki'Vo'De, though she also showed great interesst in the militairy/acadamy in Va'Si'La'Ko.
As the dinner went further on more food was served, with a whole roasted beast, which tasted quite nice. Wen the Blademaster boasted the story that he felled a beast twice the size, Ramashe giggled. Though Fordanta were warriors, it seemed they just liked having fun as well. Yet during the diner, Ramashe noted she mostly listened to the Blademaster his stories and taled, while she herself hadn't talked much herself. She made a promise to herself when visiting the differant areas she would open up more to the Blademaster. As the meal reached it's conclusion Ramashe and her escort were asked to follow the Fordanta to the gallery outside, where a For'Dan troupe was dancing. While the music reminded Ramashe a bit of a war tune, she enjoyed such dancing. Though when she looked at the Blademaster she noticed he looked a bit of sad when the music started, perhaps the song reminded him of times long past?
After the performence the Blademaster escorted Ramashe back to her room, where she thanked the Blademaster for the meal and she was looking forward to the rest of the program. Before going to bed she refreshed herself, and wondered if the Blademaster had any personal questions for her, Ramashe for one had one. She would love him to do some combat moves, perhaps she could ask it from the Blademaster when the two knew eachother better. Ramashe soon fell a sleep again, dreaming of the beautiful dance the For'Dan performed, having sweet dreams the night was soon over and Ramashe woke up.
In front of her bed stood a Fordanta girl, working for the hotel she guided Ramashe to the bathroom, where a hot steaming bath was full with warm and relaxing water. With a sweet smeell (the girl told it came from plants found at Ki'Res'Do) Ramashe took the bath, and relaxed. After being dressed up again Ramashe wrote down the day in her diary, and awaited the Blademaster his arrival.
Chapter 4 - Pride of Forda[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
From his black stone throne in the ritual chamber of Va'Si'La'Ko, Hel'Bre'K dispatched groups of warriors and Praetorians to deal with the various military threats in the Ko'Sa'Va galaxy. Border strife was a constant even in such a small galaxy, and it was among the Blademaster's many responsibilities to manage these internal affairs. As the last of the groups left to deploy, a Kin-Squad of Praetoria still stood, glaives gleaming in the morning sun. Hel' turned to the Kin-guardian, the squad's leader, and began to issue a unique set of orders.
"Cousin Hel'Vo'Kah, the Rambo Empress awaits in her quarters. Take your Kin-squad and meet her there, and escort her here. A skiff has been provided. She is in your charge for this day. Do not fail in your duties."
As one, the Praetoria sank to a knee and saluted, before turning and marching to the landing pad. Hel' retired to his personal chamber, and began the arming rituals in preparation for the Empress' visit here, at the heart of the Fordan military.
When the skiff returned, Hel' was waiting at the pad, extending a hand to help Ramashe down. It was still quite early in the morning, and the last traces of crimson were still in the sky as Hel' guided his guest along the central path to the Hall of Valour. A brief glance at Ramashe's face showed clear fascination and enthusiasm. Hel' made a note to take his guest to the Hall of Stories to hear some of the history of this place, and the military itself.
Something caught Ramashe's attention, and she asked to see the drill grounds to the west. Having no set schedule, Hel' led the procession down a marble path to the training grounds. Here, two Kin-groups were practicing defensive formations, one attacking and the other defending. At the sight of the Blademaster, the instructor called a halt and issued a salute. Returning the honour, Hel' bade him continue with the lesson. As Ramashe watched the lightning fast warriors, Hel' spoke a little about how Fordan warriors are trained at a young age.
"At the heart of every Warrior Path, there is a distinct set of core skills. While young, each warrior seeks to perfect these core skills, as they are the most immediately useful in combat. Only once these skills are learned and precise is the Initiate ready to progress."
The session ended, and the Initiates bowed to both Hel' and Ramashe. Shortly after they had departed, Ramashe asked why the Praetoria carried such unusual weaponry (having never seen a glaive before), and asked what their ceremonial role was. Hel' chuckled a little, before explaining.
"What you see in the Praetorian's hand is a Glaive. These weapons are considered the greatest of all in both form and function, bar only to the sword. To wield a glaive properly requires absolute balance of both body and mind, as it requires one to be two warriors; one always defensive, the other aggressive."
Two Praetoria walked into the fighting ring, and took up their stance. Ramashe noted quickly that the warriors' bodies were in fact in two halves; the blade side loose and fluid, the hilt side tense and ready. The warriors quite literally spun into motion, whirling their blades about their bodies, striking with the blade whenever they felt their opponent's guard drop, and using the solid haft of the pole to block the other's strikes. After ten minutes without either gaining advantage, they both stopped, regained their composure and returned to the Blademaster's side, neither appearing too exhausted or drained. Hel' continued his explanation.
"The glaive has no ceremonial role. Any Fordan who attains the title of Warrior in the Si'La'Ko Path is allowed to wield one, but few have the proficiency to do so."
It was midday by the time the precession reached the Hall of Stories. Hel' felt his heart fill with pride as he saw again the history of the Warrior Path, recorded in stone upon the walls of the Shrine of Honour. Carved from a single block of obsidian over many years, the shrine was the size of a Rambo tank, with carved panels across its entire sloping facade. At the peak of the pyramid, a Praetorian raised his arms to the crowd gathered, some three hundred warriors. Ramashe seemed surprised to see this many warriors, but Hel's mind was on other things.
As the warriors, as well as Ramashe and her Rambo escorts, took a seat, the Praetorian began to sing in a deep, resonating voice. At first, it was clear to Hel' that Ramashe did not understand the meaning. However, when the other warriors- Hel' included- took up the song, the meaning was not lost. Out of the corner of his eye, Hel' saw a Rambo place something over Ramashe's ear, and almost immediately a tear crept into her eye.
Hel'Bre'K and three hundred other warriors were giving voice to the Saga, the gloried history of their people. Some of the younger warriors faltered here and there, not fully knowing the story, but the older warriors, such as Hel', proudly shouted every word of every verse, their combined voices evoking the ancient glory of their people, and Ramashe hung on every word. What truly touched her, however, was the final verse: all the warriors in the hall except the Praetorian leading the song, and Hel' himself ceased, not knowing the words, for the final verse was about Ramashe and the Rambo.
Rightly guessing that his guest would be too caught up in emotion to focus on much else, Hel' suggested that Ramashe return to her room, and told her that the day after next he had made plans for the leaders to head out to the plains, on a hunt. While Ramashe seemed slightly doubtful as to whether or not she would join the hunting, she did seem excited when Hel' told her that pre-sapient Fordanta still stalk the plains, and that she might have the chance to see for herself the origins of his race.
Ramashe offered a heartfelt thanks, and then returned with the Praetorians to her hotel. Tuning in to his cousin's comms, he was hardly surprised to hear the Praetorian tell Ramashe of how he had come to be Blademaster, as well as regale her with a few select stories from his personal saga, including his rescue of the Rambo Captain two years ago.
As Hel' returned to his throne, the words of the Saga still rung in his head. In the hall, a group of Initiates were preparing to take their trials to become full warriors. Re-energized by the thought of his ancestors, Hel' took it upon himself to personally trial the Initiates. He put aside all thoughts bar those pertaining to the warrior before him and the Great Hunt to come.
Ramashe[]
Ramashe waited in the hall, after taking the nice and warming bath she expected to see the Blademaster again, instead someone else (together with a squad) arrived at the hotel and he introduced himself as Hel'Vo'Kah, a cousin of the Bladmaster.
Ramashe was surprised, the Blademaster hadn't told her someone else was going to escort her onboard the skiff. None the less Ramashe followed, but kept a close eye at Hel'Vo'Kah. An uneasy silince remained for the rest of the travel. During the travel Ramashe was facinated by the wonder of the crimson sky, as it was still early in the morning. Ramashe smiled, the sky reminded her of the peace and silence of the capital. Ramashe suddenly smiled and waved a hand when she saw the Blademaster again. He extened a hand to get her of the skiff and escorted her to the Hall of Valour. Ramashe was thrilled, she wondered how the militairy structure and education of the Fordanta looked like.
Walking through the place Ramashe and Hel' witnessed two Kin-groups training and Hel' gave information about how they were trained. At very young age they were already trained in the way of the warriors, a big differance to that of the Rambo. They mostly used clone troopers these days, and others were at to be a certain age before they were allowed to servitude in the militairy. Later on Hel' commented at the unuasual weapons (or at least in Ramashe her eyes) the Praetoria carried, though even after the explanation Ramashe still wasn't fully convinced of the use of Glaives in modern times.
When they arrived at the Hall of Stories, Ramashe noticed the pyramid, Carved from a single block of obsidian, the size of a Rambo tank, with carved panels across its entire sloping facade. Suddenly a Praetorian raised his arms to all gathered, over threehunderd warriors began taking their seats. When Ramashe wanted to ask about the high number of warriors to Hel' she noticed he was elsewhere with his thoughts and Ramashe decided to delay the question.
Suddenly the Fordanta began to sing, and Ramashe had no clue about what. This made her a bit angry, as she was interessted in what they sung in the Hall of Stories. Suddenly one of her escorts approached her, ""What is it?"" Ramashe demanded? The escort gave her an ear translater, and placed it in her ear. At once Ramashe understood the meaning of the song and a lone tear escaped her, and she made a slight bow to the shrine. She noticed the Fordanta were fanatic in their song, but Ramashe was impressed by the story of the Saga and the history of the Fordanta. When the final verse was sung, Ramashe blushed, honored by the fact it was about the Rambo and Ramashe. She then knew the Rambo and Fordanta should increase their diplomatic relations more.
After the song Ramashe was quite emotional, nothing for Ramashe actually. But perhaps the place brought emotions free. Travelling back to Ramashe her hotel and room Hel' told her that tommorrow the two would go on hunting, though Ramashe didn't feel much for it as such things were forbidden at the capital. Though when the Blademaster told that there were also pre-sapient Fordanta at the plains Ramashe agreed to join the "hunt". She thanked the Blademaster for the day again, and she only hoped the Blademaster like Ramashe, even though she was mostly silence due to the many new impressions the Fordanta made to her. Even after all she went through, beautiful things still made her a bit shy.
At the way to the hotel she was escorted by some Praetorians, while Hel' went elsewhere. His cousin Hel'Vo'Kah, who seemed to be responsible for her told about his adventures in Rambo space and about the resque of the Rambo captain from Trivoid hands. Ramashe smiled, she remembered the first contact between the Fordanta and the Rambo. Even though Hel' listened with them, he noticed the young Rambo empress was still a bit of a child, being impressed by warrior stories and such. He came to the conclusion that she truly was a Royalty, not used to physical combat at the front lines. Though his conclusion was altered when Ramashe spoke to his cousin about her time in the Rambo Navy.
"I was in the space navy before my father died by Imperial hands, I made the first (yet terrible contact) with the Tralor onboard my ship. It was a great time, eploring the start instead of the burden of rule. Can you understand that?"
Hel' his cousin smiled and told her he could fully understand her, the way of the warrior was after all he lived for. Hel' closed the channel, suprised that there was more to the Rambo Empress than that she revealed. Perhaps the hunt will loosen her tongue, so that she will also share her stories.
Back at the hotel Ramashe wrote about the day in her diary and soon went to bed, she didn't even bother to tell the vice-admiral about the day. Instead she just wanted to go the bed and soon fell into a deep and peaceful dream.
Chapter 5 - The Hunt[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
On the day of the hunt, Hel'Bre'K awoke to the familiar sound of a reveille, played on a set of traditional ivory horns. The sound sent Hel's mind back to the time of his ancestors, when those exact same horns heralded the charge of a tribe of half-feral For'Dan'Ta. He summoned this ferocity, this bestial power, knowing that it would be of use in the plains.
Hel' considered leaving for the hunt nude- the For'Dan'Ta were unlike most races in that they found no shame in their physical forms. Out of respect for Ramashe, he settled for a loose robe, and a cuirass of wooden lamellar. Striding over to his armoury, as if in a dream, Hel' poured over his personal weaponry.
Each was a masterpiece of Fordan craftsmanship, hand-made to perfectly suit him by his own uncle, Master of the Craftsman's Guild. Remembering the events of Ramashe's visit to Va'Si'La'Ko, Hel' reached for his glaive, the 9' pole and 4' blade gleaming in the Voidlight. The blade still bore a set of scratches along its length, a memento of a duel with a Vartekian captain years ago.
As he took a skiff to Ramashe's hotel, escorted by Vo'Ka and his Praetoria, Hel' failed to push the thought of Ramashe's willing alterations to her body from his mind. While he chided himself for over thinking the matter, he nonetheless resolved to discover Ramashe's reasons before the hunt- any part of his mind not fully dedicated was a liability.
Ramashe had dressed herself in a light raiment, something loose and airy that would keep her cool while still allowing her to move freely. For a moment she blushed, and looked away. Turning around, Hel' saw another skiff go by, with half a dozen For'Dan'Ta dressed only in tribal warpaint heading for the hunt. As Hel' helped Ramashe into the skiff, he gently told her "The For'Dan'Ta find no shame in their bodies- only a deadly beauty. I understand that this may cause a bit of distress to someone unfamiliar with our ways." Indeed, Ramashe recoiled slightly when Vo'Ka spoke up, mentioning that Hel' would most likely be nude too were it not for her presence. Hel' thought he noted a slight blush, but put the thought aside.
The ride out to the plains seemed to put Ramashe at ease. Hel' knew the feeling, to be able to let go of everything they have to do, and just 'be.' A few of the animals seemed to remind Ramashe of home, which prompted her to ask why hunting was allowed on Forda. The question caught Hel' off guard- the hunt was so ingrained into Fordan culture that he found it hard to imagine a culture that not only refused to hunt, but outlawed it. In the end, he gave a simple answer: "For'Dan'Ta have always hunted. Indeed, we have been hunters longer than warriors. A For'Dan'Ta does not exist that does not relish the opportunity to hunt." This surprised Ramashe, and Hel' suspected that the Rambo did not know where the no-hunting laws originated.
As they neared the hunting ground, Hel' decided it was finally time to pose the question: "What did you do to your body, that it has become so different to other Rambo? You barely look the same species as your attendants." Ramashe's answer was not quite what Hel' expected. As it turned out, Ramashe was critically injured, and would have died if not for the treatment. The change in form and ability was a side-effect, but one she now had come to accept. This was greatly at odds with Hel's psyche, but nonetheless he resolved to accept her decision.
He was snapped out of his contemplation by the bellow of a great beast, called a Si'Ryl'Cah. The giant tusked bears provided great sport, and a memorable hunt. Before Ramashe could say a thing, Hel' had vaulted over the side of the skiff, blade in hand, ready to face off against the beast.
Even from the ground, Hel' heard Ramashe gasp when she saw the beast- standing twice the height of the Blademaster, the Si'Ryl'Cah looked like a furless, tusked bear from Earth. It roared again, this time to have its roar met by Hel' himself. The two regarded each other for a moment, before the great bear swung a car-sized paw. Hel' somersaulted over the paw, lashing out with the glaive. The shining blade cut deep into the back of the bear's hand, coating the blade red. Hel' rolled between the bear's legs, driving the point of his glaive into the bear's Achilles tendon, driving it to the ground. Finally, running up the bear's back, Hel' jumped, spun, and delivered a coup de grace which severed the beast's head from its shoulders. Around him, crowds cheered and horns blew, the latter making heads turn.
As Ramashe peered over the edge of the skiff, a tribe of feral For'Dan'Ta, some standing head-and-shoulders above Hel', but lacking the pair of back arms, poured out of the nearby jungles and surrounded Hel'. For a moment, Ramashe thought they were going to attack, but instead they bowed. One of them, the leader by the look of him, stepped forward to challenge Hel'. They fought unarmed for nearly half an hour, before Hel' finally launched a punch strong enough to dent a steel bulkhead into his opponent's ribs. The feral chieftain backed down, giving Hel' his totem necklace as a sign of victory.
As Hel' boarded the skiff, the feral tribe roared their farewell, which startled Ramashe so much that she involuntarily clung to Hel', earning her a bemused look before she blushed and let go. Hel' issued his own roar, the volume of which made Ramashe deaf for a few seconds. As the beast's head was secured to the skiff, Hel' explained that the skull would be burnt clean of flesh, coated in silver, engraved with Ce'So'Va tribal icons and hung from the walls of his family citadel. Ramashe thought the practice barbaric, but Hel' only smiled (or what passed for a smile) and told her that the customs surrounding an enemy's head were far more brutal.
With the hunt over, Hel' and Ramashe spent the trip back to her hotel debating whatever topics came to mind. Ramashe proved an apt opponent, despite her conceding several debates after being thoroughly confused and outmanoeuvred.
Empress Ramashe[]
After waking up Ramashe first took a warm bath, and then called in her Amiaeria handmaiden to help her dress into a loose raiment, as her normal uniform with the heavy shoulder pads and large crown wouldn't be fit for hunting, or at least that is what the Blademaster told her as Ramashe never hunted before, it was forbidden by law at the Capital.
Still, she didn't wear her raiment often and felt a bit uncomfortable without her crown and shoulder pads but soon felt fine. As the dress was loose and airy, perfect for hunting she agreed. When she walked outside her balcony she saw the Blademaster arriving in his skiff and Ramashe hurried herself down to greet him. Yet when he exited the skiff Ramashe noticed the Blademaster was only dressed in a loose robe, and a cuirass of wooden lamellar. She smiled but the sight behind her made her blush, and the Blademaster noted it too. Upon helping her into the skiff he explained that the Fordanta felt no shame in their bodies, only a deadly beauty and for that reason were hunting nude. Ramashe was suprised, she never saw citizens of Rambo Nation doing this and the expierence was a bit awkward. When Vo'Ka told Ramashe that the Blademaster would probably do the same if it was not for her presence Ramashe blushed again at the image forming in her mind. She nodded her head and focused herself at the coming day. Yet Ramashe had to admit to herself, the Blademaster had an impressive muscular body, even for Rambo standards.
During their travel to the hunting grounds the two talked more and more, as it seemed the trip made the burden of rule fall of their shoulders. Suddenly Hel' asked a very direct and personal question, and Ramashe was a bit surprised that the Blademaster knew that she altered her body. It seemed it was a question that was on his mind for a long time, and Ramashe told Hel' what had happenend. During the final stages of the Intergalactic War Ramashe, Apollo and some other important figures met on the URC planet Libran. Yet during the meeting the Cognatus attacked the planet and during the evacuation Ramashe became badly injured when she took some direct blaster hits in her abdomen and chest. Ramashe continued her story after a short break and explained that she was brought to the sickbay of the USS Caprica, under command of Rambas II. Luckily the doctors onboard managed to keep her alive and after the battle had ended Ramashe was brought back the Rambo capital for recovery. There the medical personel had to alter her genetic structure for her to survive. As a side effect Ramashe changed appearance and become stronger and gifted with a limited control over elemental powers.
Looking at the face of Hel' Ramashe suspected it wasn't the anwer he expected, but none the less seemed satisfied with it. Then Ramashe was shocked by the appearance of a massive beast, which Hel' called a Si'Ryl'Cah, somesort of giant beast and quite scary. Ramashe looked in awe as the Blademaster engaged the beast and eventually managed to defeat it. After the battle some feral Fordanta gave Hel' a present of somesort, which was explained to her as a totem necklace.
Hel'boarded the skiff again and suddenly the feral tribe roared, in surprise and shock of the sound she clung herself to Hel', who gave her a bemused look. Ramashe blushed, surprised at her own action, yet somehow it also felt great. Then Hel' roared back, which made Ramashe ears bounce for a few moments. She admitted the Fordanta really were keeping truth to their ancestoral ways. The skull of the killed beast was taken, as a sign of triumph. Ramashe told Hel' that was kinda brutal, but the Blademast told her that the custom of enemies heads was far more brutal, and the Rambo empress decided to drop the topic.
Even though Ramashe wasn't used to hunting, she enjoyed the trip and experience, the weather was great and the Blademaster and Ramashe talked more about personal things instead about their own kingdoms. At the trip back Ramashe told Hel' she liked listening to music, or wandering the endless woods of the Rambo Capital. She even told him some rumors about a seemingly wooden tribes, but the Rambo never discovered them. The fact seemed to surprise the Blademaster, it seemed the Rambo didn't explore their entire planet yet were in space? "It is quite odd, a bit like the law against hunting at our home planet, you do not explore the deep woods and the Serindia cities (now Rambo) are mostly located near the shores and seas" Ramashe explained. The Blademaster nodded but still found it a surprise, and a dangerous thing.
In return the Blademaster also asked her some questions back, though she was sometimes confused and outmanoeuvred by some questions she enjoyed the conversations. After returning to the hotel, Ramashe decided to take a quick shower before re-joining the Blademaster (sitting on a skiff with a head of a dead beast was still something Ramashe wasn't really fond of, wathever customs the Fordanta might have). None the less Ramashe decided to keep her raiment on instead of her royal uniform and while at her room she contact Vice-Admiral Ramcard who was still in orbit.
"Vice-admiral, I want you to prepare my gift for the Blademaster" Ramashe ordered. The vice-admiral nodded, though had to asked her if it was a wise choice to give such Rambo relics to the Blademaster, it wasn't really warrior like. Ramashe pondered for a while but decided that a gift was a gift after all. The vice-admiral nodded again and told her he would prepare a shuttle to bring it to the surface. Ramashe smiled, she really liked being on Forda, away from the troubles of the Galactic Empire of Cyrannus and the Tralor.
Chapter 6 - Green Seas, Golden Sands[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
Hel'Bre'K was on a knife-edge. Recent events involving the Kraw leader Kies had driven part of him to the brink of despair. Nonetheless, he resolved to show a strong face, after all, he was entertaining, and a dour host makes for poor company. When his advisors informed him that they had scheduled a trip to the equatorial archipelago, Hel' reluctantly accepted that this break might be what he needed.
Instead of sending a skiff to summon Ramashe, he decided to go to her in person. Walking along the many tree-lined pathways of the city, Hel' was greeted with respectful bows and unconcealed glares in equal measure. Though his decision to withdraw support of Kies was widely praised, the decision to extend this withdrawal to the Kraw themselves was not. Most accepted the wisdom of this policy, and all but the most narrow-minded could see that Hel' would step in to protect his old allies the moment Kies was deposed, but still the glances haunted him.
He was snapped out of this contemplation by an odd sight- Ramashe walking around the marketplace, drifting from stall to stall. As she neared a carnival game akin to a human 'tester of strength,' Hel' effortlessly brought his tail down on the plate, sending the weight crashing into the bell, leaving a visible dent. Satisfied, Hel' motioned for one of his Izirainy escorts to compensate the alien stall holder for the damage, while he turned to Ramashe.
"Empress," Hel' began, "you may wish to know that arrangements have been made for a small visit to the equatorial archipelago." Ramashe's face lit up at the prospect, and Hel' plunged again into contemplation- it was a warrior's way to forgo all comforts in life, that one's body and spirit unified in a single point of intent. While he had been to the archipelago before, it was on Guild business, and never had he taken time for relaxation. Collecting his thoughts, Hel' simply decided that should Ramashe desire some time, he would find an interesting novella to occupy the time.
The next morning, Ramashe and Hel' found themselves in one of the many tourist villages that had sprung up on the archipelago. Despite Ramashe's suggestion that he wear something more comfortable, Hel' was dressed again in a simple Guild robe. The pair found a small restaurant near the waterfront, and sat to watch the sun rise. Almost despite himself, Hel' felt the sight stir something at the back of his memory, and before he could control himself, a few verses from the Annals tumbled from his lips.
On memory he recalled the journey of the first Blademaster through these lands, on his quest to forever silence the upstart tribes that stood against the Fordanta. It was only when the waiter brought over some drinks that Hel' realised he was even speaking, or that Ramashe was clinging to his every word. A slight bright patch blossomed on his cheeks, and Hel' busied himself with a new book.
Ramashe could tell that something was troubling the old veteran, and when she finally asked, Hel' quite simply explained that after two millennia of asceticism, the concept of relaxation seemed as alien to him as a fish would find flying. The Rambo didn't seem fully happy with this answer, likely suspecting that recent politics were playing on the Fordan's mind. Either way, she soon spotted a shoal of fish, and rushed off to the water. Keeping one eye on his guest, and another on his book, Hel' was content to while away the hours in solitude, while Ramashe enjoyed herself.
The little things, Hel' reminded himself, were what made life worth living.
Ramashe[]
Ramashe woke up earlies on than she herself expected. She didn't sleep all that well as she hadn't found a clue how and when to introduce her gift to the Blademaster. As such Ramashe got up out of bed earlier on and went to visit the local market, drifting from stall to stall. Eventually, learning and talking a bit to various Fordans, who she found out were quite nice and talkative if you showed interesst in them. During her visit to the market she asked various Fordanta about their way of living, their hobbies and work. Eventually she learned of a nearby 'strength tester' game. Ramashe smiled, she recognised these carnival games from her own homeplanet, satisfied that the Fordanta and Rambo had some of the same things she visited the stall. There she found Hel' waiting for her, and showed his impressive strenght when he brought his tail down upon the plate, sending the weight chrashing into the bell. Surprised by the execution of the game she commented to Hel' why the Fordanta didn't use a hammer. The surprised look Hel' gave Ramashe, she decided to drop the topic and joined him for a visit to the equatorial archipelago.
Ramashe smiled, she liked to be near water and beaches. However, Ramashe noticed Hel' was a bit at his own, perhaps something troubled him? Ramashe decided not to ask for it, she didn't want to be remembered about political problems, at least not yet. As the two arrived Ramashe immediately spread her beach towel, while Hel' settled himself in a chair to read somesort of book. Ramashe tried to get Hel' to get into the water, but Hel' refused. Ramashe took a sort swim and dived under the waters, feeling herself in a differant world with the native underwater wildlife of Forda. After a while she lied down at her towel, though first cleaned her feathers. Something Hel' took notice of when he was seemingly reading his novella. After a while of relaxing the two travelled to one of hte many tourists villages that had sprung up on the archipelago. Ramashe wore her loose clothes again, and tried to reason with Hel' to aso wear something more comfortable. Hel' decently declined the offer, preffering a simple Guild robe, something Ramashe found hard to undertand. none the less the two talked about their personal lives a bit, while Ramashe enlighted Hel' about her time as a space captain of the Ambassador-class USS Adelphi, the troubles her father had with it and her meeting with the dreader Tralor and the following troubles. Eventually the two found a small restaurant and settled themselves at a table to get something to eat and drink.
Together they watched the sun rise, both in wonder as it still was a magnificent sight. While Ramashe enjoyed the sight she noticed Hel' was pondering about something, though before she could comment on it the Blademaster began saying verses of the Annals. Ramashe listened in great wonder and anticipation to the words of the Blademaster, who was chronicling the journey of the first Blademaster, on a quest to silence the upstart tribes that stood against the noble Forndanta. When the waiter interrupted his story, Hel' suddenly noticed that he was talking and that Ramashe listened to it, surprised a slight bright patch blossomed on his cheeck. When Ramashe closed her eyes and smiled to him the Blademaster took his book and pretented to be reading it for a while.
Ramashe liked the certain fact about Hel', showing that both were rulers over their kingdoms, they both were having ordinary things as well. While Ramashe was in conversation with the local waiter about certain costumes of the Fordanta she noticed Hel' was troubled. Gathering her confident she asked Hel' what was troubling him so much. The answer she got came to a surprise to Ramashe, it seemed the veteran had forgotten the concept of relaxation. Ramashe wasn't really happy with the answer as she suspected something else was behind it as well. When a sudden school of fish was spotted by Ramashe she rushed to the water and spread her wings and took to the air. She followed the schoal of fish for a while and flew over the waters, enjoying the sun and fresh air. Hel' kept one eye at Ramashe and another one at his b ook. After a while Ramashe returned to the table and Ramaseh confronted Hel'.
"Tell me, Blademaster. I can see it in your eyes. Politics are troubling you, aren't they?"
Chapter 7 - Confession[]
Hel'[]
"Tell me, Blademaster. I can see it in your eyes. Politics are troubling you, aren't they?"
Thoughts streamed through Hel's mind, the past few weeks had laid heavily on his conscience to be sure. The hole Kies had dug himself into was starting to pull Hel' in too.
Hel' decided to answer the Rambo's question with another question- he inquired about her opinion on the Kraw Galaxy situation. When she replied that she new little, he began to fill her in with details from the military perspective. A hand flew to her mouth when Hel' relayed the final details- that the Fordanta had withdrawn their support, perhaps the last shield around the Kraw galaxy, and a tear came to her eye when Hel' finally admitted his suspicions of Kies enlisting the aid of the Cult of the Deathmarch.
Hel's delivery of this accusation was accompanied by an out-of-character curse. While he pardoned himself immediately after, the impact had been made- Kies' madness had cracked even Hel's cool, hard exterior. Ramashe tried to comfort him, but already he had rebuilt the walls around his mind. Such a thing was to be expected- a warrior could scarce afford being plagued by problems of the mind. Even so, the storm raged on. Hel' lowered his guard once more.
"The bastard has left me in a place no other Blademaster has had to face- I am caught with allies on both sides of the line, and can barely hold my hand to keep it from a blade. None in my line have been forced to choose sides- it has always been the path of honour. But what is the path of honour here? Defend a demented friend who has refused my aid, against people wrongly forced from their homes? Or join the oppressors, who would grind an innocent Empire into the dust for their leader's folly? GRRAAAAAGGHHH! KIES YOU DEMENTED FOOL!"
At his outburst, many aliens in the restaurant recoiled in terror. Many of the Fordanta assumed a neutral expression, the Blademaster having already voiced their thoughts. Others still offered sympathetic looks, while a few wore a mask of surprise- a rare emotion for Fordanta. Ramashe herself, being very close to the high-volume roar, took a few moments to recover her hearing before placing an hand on Hel's arm. She realised now the core of the problem- Hel' was a soldier being made to do a politician's job, only without the power to do anything. Hel' closed his eyes, and let out a soft sigh. He relaxed his grip on the table, where the metal was twisted out of shape. He opened them again, and saw the look of understanding in the Rambo's eyes.
"Two thousand years have taught me little, young one. While I am wiser than most alive today, and by far older, I am still little more than a glorified soldier. Were the universe, or even the galaxy to realise that, perhaps my life would be less... eventful. I much rather read intrigue novels than live them."
This little jest brought a slight smile to Ramashe's face, and as the skiff returned to transport them back to the city, Hel' returned to his normal self. He would spend long hours in a training simulation against himself to work off his anger, but at least for a few hours he could enjoy Ramashe's company a little longer.
Ramashe[]
Returning to her sleeping quarters while Hel' went into training simulation Ramashe pondered her thoughts before going to bed. It seemed the matter with this Kies figure greatly troubled the Blademaster, enough to loose his controlled temper. Even to the piont he would curse, something Ramashe wasn't used to hear. Ramashe had to admit to herself that she knew little of the Kraw Galaxy, only from stories through the Seven Star Alliance, which she distrusted. She wasn't much aid for him in this matter but told him he should follow his hart in this matter, how difficult the outcome might be.
The stories about the Kraw Galaxy intrigued Ramashe a lot, perhaps she would need to send a Rambo exploration ship to the area, after all the Rambo were well known for bringers and keepers of peace. She reminded herself to ask Hel's thoughts about it as well.
Yet Ramashe enjoyed her stay for so far and prepared her gift for Hel'. Though she had to agree with the fact that sometimes the burden of rule was heavy, especially if there were personal matters involved with it. Further more she agreed with herself that Hel' could roar really hard, as she still heard a peep in her ears.
Walking to her desk she contacted Ramcard who was still in orbit above in the USS Dallas. A closet was transported in her room and Ramashe opened the closet. She smiled, and hoped Hel' would like the gifts she brought with him. First Ramashe wrapped a traditional Rambo sword in a blanket holding the flag of Rambo Nation, giving a ceremonial swords in a blanket of the flag was a great sign of trust and friendship in Rambo eyes. The second gift would be a book chronicling some Rambo battles, perhaps Hel' would like such novels, but also one describing the history of the forming of Rambo Nation. The third, a small orb was the most special gift, having high values in the Quadrants as well. She knew if Imperials or Hutters would knew of this they would probably go to war with the Rambo.
Closing the closet Ramashe took a swift shower and went to bed, awaiting what the next day might bring.
Chapter 8 - The End[]
Hel'Bre'K[]
Hel' couldn't sleep. He spent hours drilling and practicing. He sparred with his Praetoria, met two challenges to his title, and oversaw the training of a Kin-group of young apprentices. Even he was taxed by these tasks, and yet when he retired to his chamber, his body was too restless to sleep. The Council had judged Kies to be a threat, not to others, but to his own galaxy. Indeed, the Guildmaster was on the verge of ordering the Ri'So'Va to... forcibly end Kies' reign.
Hel's mind was tempered like a fortress, but one that stood on a precipice. Every day it seemed, new waves lapped against the walls, wearing down their foundations. If this kept up much longer, Hel' knew the walls around his mind would fall, and if that happened there would not be a force in this dimension that could prevent the fallout.
Sitting down on his bed slab, Hel' did what he always did in a situation of stress- he let his warrior's mind take over. Looking around the room, he took in every detail. One of the lamps, crafted from the skull of a Fordan alpha predator, was a few degrees crooked. The metal handrail, forged from the weapons of alien champions he had defeated in single combat, was beginning to show signs of rust. His library was missing three books- one was on the bedside table, his cousin in the Praetoria must have taken the others. As he took in these details, his gaze locked on to a tower in the distance.
Built after the two millennia of exile in the Void, the tower was a luxury hotel. It serviced all manner of aliens, and it was said that at any one time, the tower held as many different alien species as it did rooms. Only one species in particular drew his thoughts though- the Rambo in the penthouse suite. Ramashe's stay was coming to an end, and shortly he would be alone with his thoughts again. He leafed through a dossier collated by the Observer's Guild, the Fordan equivalent of a spy agency, documenting Ramashe's military history. Her achievements were impressive, although her speedy promotion due to her lineage struck at odds with the Fordan way. Nonetheless, as Hel' readied his ceremonial armour, he began to consider Ramashe as more a Blade-sister than another alien ruler.
His page had already laid out his armour, the pearl-white plate trimmed with gold, platinum and precious stones. Every patch of space was devoted to painstaking carvings of Hel's greatest achievements. The armour was as much a history as it was protection. Only the chest plate was spare, reserved for the time when he finally avenged his race against their hated enemy, the Grox. Sizing up his impressive frame in the reflective metal, Hel' traced the patchwork of scars across his body. Each had a story behind it too, ones with far more meaning than an artisan's work. With a snort, and a rare sly smirk, Hel' strode past the gilded plate and walked into his personal armoury.
Ramashe was waiting at the Void Relay station, with a small Rambo guard on hand to take her back to her ship. Dozens of Fordan Praetoria ringed the platform, while a crowd of Fordanta and other aliens had gathered to offer their farewells to the Rambo leader. All this Hel' took in as his personal skiff descended to the platform. A small group of Councillors, there to 'officially' see Ramashe off, muttered worriedly about Hel's cavalier defiance of their requests. The crowd gasped as Hel' took his first steps down onto the platform, while a slight smile crept onto Ramashe's face.
Instead of the ceremonial plate the Councillors had requested he wear, Hel' wore a much older, much more meaningful suit. Against the pearl white of his Praetorians, the Blademaster's midnight black plate stood out like a lightning bolt in the sky above. Old Fordan runes were carved into the neckpiece of the armour, while a small cape hung over his right shoulder. His left shoulder was adorned by the skull of some huge alien serpent, masked in the same black metal. A claymore, polished to a mirror sheen, was slung across his back, sharing space with a personal banner held aloft between two spiked poles. The Ce'So'Va family rune flew proudly above the motto, "The Gods pale before us," in Fordan runes inscribed in blood. The Blademaster's bare head wore a look of cold contempt for the Councillors behind him, fierce pride evident in his every move. The message was clear- Hel'Bre'K Ce'So'VA was no slave to politics. His family's armour signified that he was here as himself alone, with no ties to stay his words.
Hel' detected a slight shift in Ramashe's eyes- this break from what seemed to be tradition had caught her off guard. The ghost of a smile crept onto Hel's face. "There is time for tradition, young one. There is also time for tradition to change. As I recall, the Blademasters have always held a certain contempt for tradition. I fail to see why I should disappoint them."
The politicians regained their composure, and went through the motions of an official state visit. Hel' watched on dispassionately until the Councillors had finished. Hel' kneeled, bringing his head closer to Ramashe's. "Kies has resigned." The fiery smile that burst onto the warrior's features was enough to tell Ramashe that the damage done to Hel's mental walls was repaired. The Blademaster was himself again, a prospect that both thrilled and slightly scared Ramashe. Nonetheless, the Rambo leader gestured for one of her guards to bring up a bundle wrapped in a coloured cloth. Mind racing, Hel' quickly analysed the shape and appearance of the item, deducing that it was a sword of some sort wrapped in the flag of Rambo Nation, as well as a small orb.
In a hushed voice, Ramashe explained the nature of her gifts. From her tone, her words, and the hint of fear in her eyes, Hel' understood immediately that Ramashe was taking a risk in offering such a gift. Discretely, the old warrior stowed the orb in a pouch obscured by the cloak. More overtly, he made a note of examining the sword. It was short by Fordan standards, more of a long dagger that looked distinctly frail against Hel's huge frame. Nonetheless, the craftsmanship was evident, as well as the significance behind its presentation. Flipping it about his fingers a few times to judge its weight, Hel' judged it satisfactory as a tertiary weapon, and locked it to the magnetic plate on his greaves. The flag he held out delicately, before clasping it to his shoulder piece, letting the flag drape down over his cloak.
A taloned hand disappeared behind his back, and drew out a teardrop-shaped metal object. Thrusting the object into Ramashe's hands, Hel' conveyed a look that said "Tell no-one." The device hummed with power, a small dial on the surface ringed with acid green light. Ramashe remembered seeing the similar devices clasped to the vambraces of Fordan soldiers in combat, and her eyes widened as she realised it was a Void Key, the device Fordanta use in Void phasing. A curt nod, and Hel' drew back. The two said their farewells, and as Ramashe turned to leave, Hel' uttered something in native Fordan. Since he wasn't wearing a translator, Ramashe couldn't understand what he said, but the pair of Praetorians that broke off from the inner line to join her guard conveyed the message. The party passed through the Void Relay, and Hel' turned around, set to leave for the Warrior's Guild. The Councillors glared at him, but the Fordanta in the crowd roared their support.
The rest of the day was spent training a fresh batch of recruits. The Ce'So'Va family's ancestral greatsword darted like a zephyr, turning aside dozens of strikes in the blink of an eye. The metal-coated skull caught strikes of its own, while the weighted black cloak swept up with every turn. Hel'Bre'K felt the eyes of the past Blademasters upon him, and for the first time in millennia, the ancient warrior finally felt close to peace. Close to, at least.
Ramashe[]
When Ramashe woke up, she felt a bit sad, as today was the day to say goodbyes to Hel' and the proud and generous Fordanta. Taking a swift bath, she dressed herself in her formal uniform and placed her crown at her head. After a few days without it she noticed how heavy it actually was.
While Ramashe was escorted to the Void Relay station, she wished that Hel' would accept the gifts she had brought for him. Two of her guards stood at her side when dozens of Fordan Praetoria arrived, together with other aliens to offer their farewells to Ramashe. After offering her own goodbyes to some, Ramashe wondered where Hel' was, she knew she was early and a bit nervous. She didn't want to say goodbye yet as the peace at Forda calmed her mind.
Suddenly the crowd was quiet, Hel' stepped down of the platform, in a midnight black plate, with old Fordan rune carving visible in the neckpiece of the armor. Ramashe smiled, she was happy to see Hel', who she now considered a friend. Ramashe noticed one of the shoulder pads was adorned by the skull of some creepy and large alien serpent. While the armor was decorated more, Ramashe was greatly impressed by this new kind of armor, which looked far more dangerous than his official ceremonial dress. Ramashe didn't knew the full motives for his change of appearance, but she guessed Hel' wanted to give off a signal, to both her and his subjects.
Hel' noticed it brought Ramashe off guard, and smiled. He explained to her that Blademasters always held a certain contempt for tradition, Ramashe nodded in agreement. Hel' told Ramashe Kies had resigned, and Ramashe was relieved to hear the news. It would probably bring Hel' at ease, something she wished for him. Ramashe gestured for one of her guards to bring Hel' his gifts, something Ramashe was a bit nervous for. The guard kneeled before Ramashe and Hel' and handed over the bundle, wrapped in a coloured cloth to the Blademaster. He then returned to his ranks when Hel' analysed the shap of the item. Ramashe was delighted to see that he accepted them, and Ramashe explained in a hush voice the meaning of them. The sword was a ceremonial sword, signaling the trust of the Rambo in the Fordanta, while the flag was also a sign of friendship. The orb Ramashe said she couldn't fully explain, it was an experience he had to undergo himself. It raised an eyebrow but he didn't comment on the matter.
Ramashe noticed Hel' judged the sword as a tertiary weapon, and locked it to the magnetic plate on his greaves. The flag he held out delicately, before clasping it to his shoulder piece, letting the flag drape down over his cloak. Ramashe felt proud at the site, and made a silent grattitude to the Blademaster. Suddenly Hel' gave Ramashe a treardrop-shaped metal object, which Ramashe recognised as a Void Keys. Widening her eyes in surprise, she realised this was an important and special gift to her. Ramashe nodded and turned, escorted by her guard and various Preatorians she passed through the Void Relay, though not before giving Hel' as small, yet gentle and loving hand wave. Ramashe arrived at the docking station where the USS Dallas and vice-admiral Ramcard awaited her.
Entering the Rambo vessel the two headed back towards Rambo space, where new challenges awaited Ramashe, and her troubles were far from over when the Galactic Empire of Cyrannus eventually overcame Rambo defenses and made the Nation their protectrate. Yet Ramashe continued, with the wisdom and strenght she saw in the Blademaster Ramashe vowed to protect her people at all cost and she would never surrender.
Epilogue[]
While the Blademaster was in training, and in meditation he felt at ease again. It seemed current problems were over. Though he reached news of the surrender of Rambo Nation shortly after Ramashe her return he was delighted to hear she was safe and the Empire wasn't hurting the Rambo people. Yet the orb Ramashe gave him was still a great surprise and he began examining it. Though it seemed like a sleek colored and crafted orb there was a certain mystic surrounding it when all of a sudden a holographic message was relayed towards the Blademaster.
In the image stood Ramashe, who explained that the orb was once constructed by the Atlantica for unknown means. Ramashe further more explained her genetical change, though Ramashe was in dire need the orb was placed in her body, acting as her heart the orb kept Ramashe alive and gave her magical powers. She further explained that Hel' could integrate the orb with his sword, granting the sword to use magical powers if he wanted. A second trait of the orb was a teleporter, he could travel towards Ramashe her secret palace whenever he wanted, he could be at ease there, just for visit or hide from danger if he wanted.
Hel' smiled, it seemed there was more to the young Empress than he thought.........