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Post by Ria on Apr 14, 2015 21:43:18 GMT
10:41:53 Alpha The concept of toy was completely lost to him. When paired with soldier as an adjective, his brow to skew promptly. Other than being a miscellaneous commodity item, Frost really had no idea of such a things purpose having grown up in one of those delightful state orphanages. “Surely I divert my attention to quality over quantity.” He'd picked up another gnarled piece of something. It was exchanged for the photon-gyro that he'd been clutching up until this point. “What do you intend to do with these toy soldiers?” A glance was given from over the right sides of his eye sockets. “ The possibilities are too vast for me to waste time trying to guess in my current state of knowing.” In layman's terms, he just didn't know what to do. What ever he'd just picked up was set back on the shelf. His metallic claws skimmed the surface and created a feint resonance.
11:14:34 [Ria] “I sell them here in Talburt's, mostly to collectors, but anyone can come in and buy one or two for a few copper, or a full set of a two-hundred soldiers.” placing what looking like twisted bits of metal into the box, Ria moved to a more organized, less... scrappy section of shelves to pluck one of her little creations from the shelf. The miniature soldier, slightly larger than her hand, that she held out to him stood at attention wearing one of the current Caledonian uniforms, and a shiny little bald head topped by a metal cap. “Their power source is tiny version of the crystals that we use to power ships, and most of the current technology here, and it has to be placed into the compartment in the left foot, before it'll work. When a pair of them is together and active, you clap and say attack, and the two will attack each other until one has fallen over, then you clap again and say battle end.” Used to the different, and sometimes strange races, and their way of speaking, Ria pretty much wrote off Alpha's odd speech patterns. Instead enjoyed sharing the fruits of her tinkering.
11:27:43 Alpha He was stiff and formal. Much like something you'd expect in a business conference. Aesthetic commodities, Unfortunate for the clone trooper, there was just less and less that he could summon from his memory banks to contribute to a conversation about arts. His ears would raise when she began to explain how they worked. That seemed logical. Put a power matrix in one of them, atomic field manipulation matrix, and you had little tin soldiers that dramatized battle. “That is an interesting concept. Perhaps even educational.” His own proverbial heads and tails had been made about the little toys. “You only base your sales at this station, is it profitable?” his somber voice had picked up a few degrees in pitch with his curiosity, “Do they cover operation and upkeep of your equipment?”
[Ria] “I guess...” Seeming to think for a moment, she simply shrugged once. “It's more of a hobby than a source of income. I gave a set to Mr. Talburt for his birthday one year, and he put in on display in the front window, and that caught the interest of people who come to the market. Things kinda went from there. I sell them here, because it keeps people coming in here, and gives me a way to fill up the extra free time when I'm forced to take a day or two off from my real job. My current income, without the sales of the solders, is more than enough for upkeep of equipment, since some of the equipment I use actually belongs to the military...” she spared a quick glance towards the direction in which she'd left Talburt with Bhais, hoping that he didn't hear that last part, before returning to her <I>treasure hunt</I>.
13:49:41 [Emperor-Bretonia] " What is it? " A coarse voice spoke from beneath heavy black wool robe. Settled in a floating cushioned capsule of a chair the mass of fabric all but concealed every part of the God-Emperor. All that was visible was a set of pale lips that twisted upwards into a garish smirk. The creature that floated before her was all - but - ridiculous looking by akkadian standards. She couldn't imagine what Chimaeria had sent her back for. It was almost like a dog bringing back a dead animal. Only this dead animal was controlled in a cryogenic tube that cost infinite amounts more than a rodent. It was kind of cute. She looked to the pair of guards that had hover / wheeled the poor thing into her chambers. Expecting an answer. Doctors and scientists hovered around behind and to the left and right of her. They'd been able to do their job. But they no doubt were worried that they would be labled... god killers... if something did go wrong.
14:09:37 Genevieve` was suspended in a frozen state. She wore a smile on her face, held her arms crossed in-front of her. She was a small creature, hardly five foot five. Her eyes shimmered and seemed to move despite the state she was held in. She wore a slightly loose fitting black pants, no shoes, and a white tank top. A red cloak hung from her shoulders. The cloak was in tatters, but in such away, it held together and looked intentional. A dark red tinted katana sat on the creatures back, otherwise no weapons were recovered. The guard who had the report stepped forward, “This creature was captured by Chimæria. The creature was found eating a small fragment of Dark Ore.” The guard glanced at the girl, “It took out an entire mining facility to get what it wanted. Chimæria fought with it. Apparently the creature surrendered after a short exchange. Chimæria thought it best to seal it. It's dangerous, or so we're told.” Considering it fought Chimæria and seems to have suffered no damage, it probably is dangerous.
14:16:18 [Emperor-Bretonia] " Eating... ore? What did it do with it? What effects did it have on the earthen crusts? How deep did it go? Do you not have these answers for me?! Begone. Take it to the labs. Find out who it is, what it is and anything else. " The faces of the guards looked shocked that she didn't seem concerned over the lives lost or the fact that her champion had been attacked. She didn't care in the least bit. Not when there were questions still to be answered, important questions. Without these questions answered the strange creature was simply a very expensive mistake. And if they didn't give her an answer that was substantial? She would have their bones for it. No, not their heads. Their bones. She'd leave them alive too. She waved them off, a pale sliver of a finger curling towards the hallways that lead to the lower levels of her barricaded quarters.
14:30:09 [Genevieve`] The scientists and guards led the creature away. From the reports this creature is highly dangerous, and needs to be kept in an air tight chamber. One strong enough to keep a monster sealed inside. They had just the room. Once the creature was inside they sealed the door. Reports were coming in that the creature destroyed several mine shafts, causing a small fortune in damages. The ore lost in the blasts is still unknown. Chimæria's reports make it sound like he was in the area and the creature didn't have much time down in the mines. Dark Ore is rare as it is, and seemed to be the creature's only real target. The creature took the last ounces of Dark Ore from the mine. From Chimaeria's reports the scientists already had an idea how adaptive and flexible this machine was. Well, if it manages to get out...they're dead anyways. So, with the flip of a switch, they begin thawing out the girl.
14:37:57 Emperor-Bretonia had little interest in the girl until she was examined and Bretonia had answers. If she proved to be too dangerous, and more expensive than useful, Bretonia would simply choose to terminate her, or jettison her off into unknown space, sealed forever in a vacuum of stasis. Miserable existance. That was. She'd done it several times before when destroying something was simply too much of a hassle. Of course, she didn't have to think of any of this at the moment. She was sure, if the creature wanted to live. It wouldn't try to eat people. Unless it was dumb as a box of rocks.
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Post by Ria on Apr 14, 2015 23:42:52 GMT
14:46:22 [Genevieve`] The scientists had attached sensors and things to the girl. They had noticed electrical energy signatures coming and going on a couple of the sensors, but they figured it was just feed back. Or something. As the girl begun to thaw and return to life the scientists jumped. The heart beat monitor kicked on. Beep, beep, beep, beep. The girl took in a breath of air, closing her eyes with some struggle. She kept them closed for a few second before opening them and blinking. She sat up in her chamber and stretched. “One way mirror, right?” She stood up, walking over to the wall and tapping on it. “I am here on a diplomatic mission, my name is Genevieve. I understand now that I was messing with the wrong people. I wish to speak to someone in charge.” The scientists were confused, and soon called the only channel that might get them in contact with Bretonia. “Yes, the girl says she comes in peace and wishes to talk to someone in charge.. Yes, I know it's ridiculous! Would you just pass on the information. I'm sending over everything we have found.”
15:09:42 Emperor-Bretonia sent her most ferocious of ambassadors down. She did not feel it necessary to appear herself. Beraug was selected. ( /whois Beraug ) And within ten or fifteen minutes he entered the observation room. When they turned the lights on, and he was visible, the man stood still. His wolfen eyebrow raised expectantly. His dark robes tightened over his chest as he took in a deep breath, attempting to remain patient with something and someone that was out of place here. " You cost me alot of money. " He said, blankly. His tones laced with the tell-tale growl of an animal's throat.
15:17:41 Genevieve` moved back from the wall, taking her seat back in her icy bed. She waited for a while, wondering if she could find any wireless transmissions while sealed in this room. So, that's what she worked on. When the man finally showed up and spoke to her she'd nod, "Yes, yes I did! I could fix that mess for you. I could even replace the men, but it'd be a waste of my resources." She smiled at him, not seemingly intimidated a bit by this beast man. “I could be very useful, I have many roles I can fill. I am very curious about this place. The man I fought before was a monster!” She smiled wider, “I can't wait to find out more about that one! Oh, so many new things here.” She shook her head, refocusing, “I want a job. You will find that it's hard to refuse me. I have all the patience in the world.” She held up her hand, two small orbs of metal coming to the surface of her palm, before proceeding to roll in a circle around each other. “That ore I collected is hard to process, you got any tips?” She asked with a grin, watching the metal orbs circle on her hand seemingly bored with this conversation already.
16:04:52 [Emperor-Bretonia] " Give the Emperor back his metal. And we'll talk about the job. " The wolf man sounded equally as patient. He settles back on his digigrade legs and let his tail twitch from side to side, settling his own balance. He didn't seem likely to speak about anything else until his rather abrupt demand had been met. The woman had something that didn't belong to her. So far as the Imperium was concerned, loss of life was part of the game. Stealing and attempting to make off with the valuable resources that the Emperor herself needed to complete a vital transformation... was not polite.
16:13:10 Genevieve` tilted her head at his request. "Oh, that?" She absorbed the metal spheres back into her body. She stood up from her icy bed and approached him. As she got closer she held out her hand. A small handful of Dark Ore came to the surface. It was unrefined, a few shavings of it were resting on top. Fine, like grains of sand. “That's all of it. I can't use it as it is anyways.” She waited to see if he would take it, “A scientist might want to collect this so you don't lose any of it.” She smiled politely, and once the resource was collected she'd move back towards the bed. Figuring this wasn't the end of the conversation. “Emperor? Is that who the monster works for? He must be really strong to have someone like that working for him.”
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Post by Ria on Apr 15, 2015 4:03:32 GMT
Due to a lagg during a nap, and lack of other log keepers most posts after this point will be missing, or without timestamps. For this I apologize, however, you'll have to just get over it.
[Marisa] It was another day, another Imperial assault. However, this time... it seemed like they were getting desperate. The assault they launched on Randgriz was... immense. So much so that two squads were called in to deal with the intrusion. Squad 4 and Squad 7 were teaming up for the counter-offensive on the east bank of the river, back where the Imperials had their first majour loss to Squad 7. As for where Marisa was in all this? Well, she was up on the second floor of a partially destroyed building, currently sniping at targets pointed out to her. Nearby, a fellow Darcsen and Engineer, Nadine. There to keep her ammo filled up, and to help spot enemies when she couldn't seen them always herself. When their two squads had time together, Nadine was one of the first that the girl had associated with, along with Marina. The duty-bound Darcsen and the cold, calculated loner Marina. They were both so much like her. Speaking of Marina, she was up in a watchtower, where she had helped Squad 7 in their original assault on the Imperials at Hope Bridge. Several squad 4 shocktroopers were following behind Rosie, and several squad 4 lancers behind Largo. Seeing how Welkin had done so much already, he was technically the head chief between the two squads, giving orders to both while the Squad 4 leader only focused on his own squad, often relayed down from Welkin, modified if he thought there was a better way. They were holding their ground, but they had an assortment of tanks and shocktroopers dominating their assault. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have too many Lancers or Snipers, but Engineers seemed semi-frequent -- probably due to the amount of tanks they were shoving their way. <b>"... There's no end to them."</b> she muttered, and Nadine put a hand on the Darcsen's back. <i>"It's alright. We've all been through worse. There's a lot of them, but it's not like they're getting through our ranks."</i> A nod. It was true. While she must have killed thirty, no maybe fifty Shocktroopers and half as many Engineers, they had yet to get through Rosie and Largo's smaller regiments. Welkin's tank in the back, along with a few Squad 4 light tanks, were helping keep the tanks in check when Largo's squad couldn't deal with it. Marisa stole a look nearby, watching Alicia crouched on the ground with binoculars to her eyes. It would be nice to have a seasoned Scout be her eyes, but Nadine was doing well enough. Besides, Alicia was commanding her own small platoon of scouts. It was enough on her plate already, to relay Welkin's orders and to relay her scouts' information back to Welkin as well. However, it was about then that something happened. Up in the sky, were those... planes? Aeria knew about the theory of flying, but nobody had yet to build anything that could (except Isara, but that was as-of-yet unknown to all but the R&D for the third Regiment and Isara). One seemed to fire missiles of a type nobody had seen yet -- they were definitely not Ragnite, though, that was for sure. Welkin's tank took a hit, and though it was moved up a bit, thankfully it didn't flip over. Immediately, the two Darcsens jumped down, and the sniper swapped to her engineer's tools. The two Darcsen immediately set about repairing the tank's damage. <b>"What the hell was that?"</b> she muttered, glancing up again. Those... planes were dropping in soldiers! <b>"Not good!"</b> Were they Imperials? No, they didn't have the insignia adorning almost every Imperial ship. And then, she heard Isara saying that, according to Imperial com chatter, these guys were hitting the Imperial capital and base of operations, too. So who were these guys, attacking both sides? It wasn't important right now! She had to get Welkin's tank operational again. Alicia was making her way down, firing at the attackers. It seemed that, to end a war, one must be attacked by outside forces. Well, somewhat anyway. The Imperials and Gallians were not focusing on attacking one another, but they did whenever they had a clear shot that didn't have these new invaders around. Still, this only lasted a little while. It seemed both sides had similar orders -- take out the new threat. Why? Well, they were mowing down a lot of Gallian and Imperial soldiers alike. The tanks were faring a bit better, but they, too, ultimately fell, though the explosive rounds seemed to be faring better than anything else they had at the moment. Both sides had a retreat call, pulling back to try and recoup, and formulate a strategy. However, some weren't so lucky. Such as Marisa. She took several shots to the shoulders and her stomach, causing her to drop to one knee. Soldiers came up to her as she collapsed, talking in some language she couldn't understand. Sounded like gibberish to her. <i>Not yet...</I> she thought, as darkness threatened to surround her, as one of them brought a gun up. <i>NOT YET!</i> A brilliant blue light surrounded her, as she pushed herself up. There was a blast of air that shoved the men back, as a spear formed in her hand. She blinked, as the blue glow didn't seem to subside, but her regular military outfit was changed to something... a little whiter. The spear and shield she gained almost seemed... angelic in their spiral design for the spear, and the flower-like design on the shield -- both white as well. The girl felt... power beyond anything she felt before, and charged forward faster than she thought possible, impaling several of the men through their uniforms, like a skewer, then tossed them aside. Alicia seemed to have suffered the same fate -- she had been caught out, but was in a similar state of blue glow. They both glanced at each other, then nodded. There were two landed ships up ahead -- perhaps they could do something about that. They charged forward, splitting up as they reached the ships. Of course, they weren't invincible, even though they were the strongest thing Gallia had seen. Once they arrived at their respective ships, they were met with several enemies, who, opened fire on them as soon as they were spotted. While the females were able to take down several men, they couldn't withstand the hail of bullets forever! <b>"No! Never again!"</b> she cried out, as a burst of blue flame erupted from her -- at the same time, Alicia also erupted in blue flame. In the Imperial base, Selvaria had a similar experience. This meant three ships were torn to pieces and incinerated in the blue glow, along with any of the men that were still around. This, coupled with the fact that they lost more men than expected, caused them to fall back and order a retreat. The men pulled out and the ships pulled up. To where, they didn't know. But one thing was certain -- those men would be back, and next time, they wouldn't do such a foolhardy attack. They'd coordinate better, and have better tactics. As for Marisa? She glowered up at the sky for a few moments, before her weapons disappeared and she fell forward lightly, passed out for now. Alicia was fine -- she hadn't taken as much damage before or after her transformation -- and carried the unconcious Marisa back to the base. If the eastern bank of the river hadn't looked dilapidated and destroyed before, it certainly did now. Both Imperials and Gallians retreated without attacking each other, to lick their wounds. And... Selvaria contacted Eleanor. Both behind their leader's backs, who wanted to continue the war since they thought the attackers repelled. But they both knew better. As for the squads? They were just tending to the injured. Thankfully, no Squad 7 members were killed, but as for Squad 4... they had lost nearly everyone, including their leader. It was only a matter of time until they returned.
19:56:19 Alpha He didn't really have anything to say, It was clear that negotiation would not be a productive endeavor with this entity. Having raised to his feet. He felt a strange influence wash over him. His brain was wracked with a foreign control which had made him close his eyes from stress. The station itself was a small salvage depot. Save for the crew of the salvaging frigates and the industrial ship, they were in the middle of dead space. Alpha appeared to fall victim to the presence up until the moment an overwhelming current of power spiked within his temporal lobe. His entire body was wracked at the electricity spread across the matrix within his brain. In a moment of immobility, he'd fall back. His body dropped from the gaping opening in the cargo bay of the large blockade runner. He'd entered a free fall. His ears and pieces of his clothing whipped around wildly. It would take a moment for him to reacquaint himself with the environment.
20:01:27 Marisa sighed, shaking her head once it was all over, and they had decided to try talking to their prisoners. Of course, no progress was being made, as they couldn't understand one another. They didn't have the translator chips the Caledonians did, making it exceedingly difficult to figure anything out. Because of this, Welkin and Isara, in the Edelweiss, together with Marisa, Alicia and Selvaria, headed to the camp. It was... a lot more ferocious looking than before. A glance was given between them as they asked to talk to the leader of these forces -- if they could even understand what they were saying. Meanwhile, Isara was having trouble picking up frequencies that they were using to communicate -- it was obvious enough that they were talking through coms like they could, but the frequency channels were just out of their range to pick up beyond high pitched noises that usually accompanied channels in use you couldn't hone in on. It was very strange, and these people... they had a mix of different types of people in their ranks, if they were let in to see. While they had been undressing from their suits, the people from Aeria still had their respective military uniforms for the Gallian Militia and the Imperial Army on. "... Mr. Gunther, Sir... these people are... strange. They have features I've only heard about in story books." Still, they wouldn't do anything, but it was easy to see that they were a bit uneasy with this many of them around. Then again, most new-to-space civilizations probably would be, especially civilizations that were just starting to stumble upon airplanes! -e-
20:07:17 Misericordia cut her dance short, everyone started clapping. Then she would disappear and reappear underneath the falling male, catching him and guiding him back up to where they were standing previously. "Hey now. You're not supposed to die. I didn't tell you to die. I told you to watch. What's up with that?" Eventually she layed the creature down. "Strange." Her few worshippers dispersed back to their original jobs as if nothing had happened. Her artifact weapon disappeared back into her own domain for her to call it again later. She would wait for this man to regain conciousness.
20:09:56 [DG_GM] .:When they asked to speak to the officer in charge, they were let in, revealing that these people understood what they were asking. A soldier that still had on his combat gear, and his weapon escorted them through the camp, where Welkin, Alicia, Marisa and Selvaria would see that these weapons and vehicles operated very differently, and it seemed also far more efficiently as well. The issue with the Ragnite wasn't even an issue for the Caledonians, since they already had a highly efficient system of producing energy. They would then be shown inside a modular building, where they would find a man in archaic looking armor, who was addressed as Marshal. The man turned to the four natives before bowing "Greetings, I am Marshal Caderyn, Marshal of the II Legion, Caledonian Imperial Guard, a pleasure to make your acquantince, what is it that you wish to speak with me about?" as he smiles at them. He was one of the taller and more heavily built people, and there were also pale blue markings covering parts of his face, and he had blonde hair and dark blue eyes, and his handsome face was hidden somewhat by a neatly groomed beard as well.:.
20:16:11 Alpha It would not be long before he would regain awareness of his positioning. He'd realized now that she was behind him. Beneath the clothing was the feeling of plates and dense material. There was nothing more invasive to a tube child than close proximity. Having no real affinity from it given their isolation since conception, He'd immediately attempt to force himself away from her. “You are a long way from earth.” He would point out cold, “I recommend you keep your sorcery to yourself. I have no problem tucking you back in what remains of whence you came.” His white brow furrowed with a serious expression. His pale blue eyes were wide with resolve. Then launching you as deep into dead space as our rail guns can manage...” Providing he wouldn't be able to force himself away entirely, his arms would attempt to maintain a staunch distance of their length between their bodies.
20:19:05 Marisa walked into the base, wondering just what kind of weapons they were using, and what kind of energy. It was clear it wasn't Ragnite, but just what was it? Once inside the area with the Marshal, they gave a short bow. "Lieutenant Gunther of Squad 7, 3rd Regiment of the Gallian Militia. I was wondering, Sir, what exactly was going on here. It seems you can understand us, but our prisoners cannot." A short pause. Then, Marisa spoke up. "... We were also wondering how long you planned on staying. A lot of us feel... uncomfortable with you around. While most of us... are fairly certain you're at least a neutral to us, maybe you can understand the uneasiness seeing someone new settle in as if it were their home now, too." A sigh came from her, while Alicia gave a small nod, though Selvaria didn't do anything. It wasn't her home, but she had to admit, seeing these people so technologically superior to even the Imperials set her a bit on edge as well. -e-
20:20:15 Misericordia looked at him absolutely dumbfounded. "You.. You can't be serious?" After a few exchanged looks, she busted out laughing so hard she came to tears. As suddenly as she was laughing she stopped. "Really, though Mr. Frost. Help me. I'll see it's ... Rewarded. I know your kind. To recieve, one must give. To give, one must recieve. I understand how it works. What do you want for your efforts? All I ask is for a few worshippers here and there. Nothing big. I don't require sacrifices of the lamb, be it literal or figurative. Besides, I honestly don't think you could even lift me, let alone push me into your contraption against my will." She spawned a bar of platinum in her hand. "How about this?" Then turned it to gold. "Maybe this?" Then to diamonds "Or this? What floats your boat?" The now early-thirties woman spoke.
<<End recovered posts. special thanks to Marisa for her help>>
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Post by Ria on Apr 15, 2015 5:06:25 GMT
20:42:41 Alpha At first his eyes would narrow dangerously. “Be careful what you wager.” He was sure to emphasize to her rebuttal to being launched into space. His features had begun to reset at the time she'd begin to spawn the commodities. “Please.” He would hold out a gloved hand. “Will you hold your thoughts until we can perform the appropriate negotiations?” Nonverbal contracts were so fickle and flimsy, he wasn't about to agree to anything until they could get it in some form of writing. 20:45:45 Misericordia just listened and did eventually follow. Once she arrived she sat on the paltry thing he called a couch. "Tch" She looked at it and made it just a 'touch' more lavish. What she thought was a 'touch' may be thousands of credits of remodeling just to that ONE piece of furniture. Carved out of this new sofa was a small wooden loveseat to which she layed across, in the wood were inlays of gold and mithril, and a luxurious cushion covered the top and arms of it to which she layed across it in half-nude grace. "Ahh. Much more comfortable. Now then... Negotiate? Silly mortals. Negotiate, with me. I guess it can't be avoided." She smiled to the fuzzy male. "So what kind of a were-dog are you? Also what could you want to negotiate about?" 20:51:08 [DG_GM] .:The Marshal looked at the four of them and smiled "Ah, I see, well, the reason we can understand you and also speak your language is rather simple really" as he smiled. He reached over and picked up his helmet, reaching inside and fiddling around a moment before he pulled out a device made of metal and crystal. He held it out to them "This is known as a Translation Crystal Module, it has special enchantments inscribed on the crystals that when given a language sample, analyzes and teaches that language, matching our own terminology to the new language, it then transmits that knowledge to other devices in range, it makes language acquisition much easier" as he smiles. He then replaced it in his helmet before looking back to them "As for how long we'll be here, that is unknown, as the Futurans are loathe to give up their claims on a world, though we do not know why they targeted this world ourselves, what attracted us was a strange energy signature that briefly appeared, then vanished, it was unlike...anything we have ever seen" as he looked at them. He then smiled "Also, I have been given orders to present an offer to your leaders to join our empire, the offer comes with many benefits, though I am not authorized to tell anyone but your leaders" as he looked at them. He then thought of something "Ah, if you need answers to your questions, bring your prisoners here, we can interogate them, and then provide their answers to you, you have my word as Marshal that we will hide nothing from you" as he looked at them.:. 21:01:38 Alpha She'd gone and altered his couch. That was grounds to summon a moment of muscle spasms to rapture the outer portion of his brow. The strong emotions that caused it were held at bay with a stroke of professional will power. “I'm a Caldari Deteis. As for my genetic template, It is hard to tell. Many gene pools were used in the tube child population.” He would explain that there was no real way to tell his pedigree. If anything, it was a breed all in it's own. He would lean forward and wave his hand through the idle symbol of the Frost's Specters insignia. ( i58.tinypic.com/2qnqvkw.png ) “On to business. Will you state for the record what you wish of my Corporation?” a blank template had taken the place of the symbol. His head cocked so that he could get a clear view of her from the angle he sat. 21:02:38 Marisa would be interested, as would the other three, in this crystal of his. It did indeed sound like it made understanding languages easier. It also meant these other people -- Futurans as these people called them -- didn't have them. And it sounded like they'd be back, even with this majour loss. As for only saying benefits to their leaders? "I can understand that, sir. But please realize that we were in a time of war, and while some of the Imperials wish to cooperate with their former enemies" a wave to Selvaria "not all would be so keen. It goes the other way around. We are not all one nation; therefore, I'm not certian all nations would join you, or how you deal with that." It was just a simple forwarning; while Gallia's queen would probably not be adverse to joining the Caledonians, the same can not be said for everyone, especially the Imperials. Or rather, they may join simply to not be against the Caledonians, but still would harbour hatred for the other races of Aeria and be plotting to take Aeria as their own. In any case, Welkin nodded to the last statement. "Sure. We can't understand them anyway." About ten minutes would pass, and then they'd be back with the handful of prisoners they managed to take and subdue with their own restraints; probably primitive by Caledonian standards, though still fairly sturdy. Sometimes, the more primitive restraints are the sturdiest. Not as many ways for it to fail, since they're not as elaborate. "Right, we want to know why they were here as much as you do. We have our theories, but..." They wanted confirmation. It also seemed Welkin conveniently dodged the question about the "strange energy" the men had found on their sensors. If the girls wanted to expose their heritage, that was their perogitive, not Welkin's. -e- 21:07:04 Misericordia "Worshippers. People who believe in me to bring balance to their life. A simple prayer for me to help them. If people accept me as their Goddess and pray to me, I'll hear it and respond to each and every one of them in some way. I bring balance. When someone is ruled by grief and misery, I bring them hope and light. When someone is ruled by power, I humble them. When someone dies that was not pre-ordained, I fix it. Lastly when someone cheats death, I pay them a visit myself, or at least send my avatar. The prayer I wish people to speak can be any words that are similar to. 'Please Misericordia, lady of balance,' or 'Queen of Life and Death,' You know, any of my titles -" She continued "-'bring me balance to my life.' Something of that nature. It empowers me to a degree. I even have my own plane of existance, however over the millenia it has deteriorated due to a lack of worshippers. Only a handful of sages even know of my existance I would declare." She was quite straight to the point. Even as her wings stretched out behind her. The woman closed her eyes and rested on this couch for todays efforts took maybe 10 minutes of resting out of her. Not bad. 21:10:39 [DG_GM] .:The Marshal looked at the prisoners and motioned for several of his men to take charge of them. He then took the four to another building, where the prisoners were secured into chair like devices. Marshal Caderyn would then smile "Now the interogation begins, I must warn you however, these men are hardened soldiers and it will not be so easy to make them talk, things may get a tad bit messy" as he looked at them. He understood their warning, and frankly wasn't concerned, since there were other member worlds in the empire that had similar situations, and the Caledonians had found ways to work around that. Two hours later, they had their answers, and as Caderyn had warned, it had gotten messy, though the prisoners had never been in danger of dieing. They had revealed that the Futurans had wanted the Ragnite on this world, and did not care about wiping out the natives to get it. In fact, if the Caledonians had never even noticed the energy, that would have happened, though the Caledonians still didn't know about Marisa's, Alicia's, and Selvaria's abilities yet. Frankly, they wouldn't care either way, since their own Tibyn Arytissi were powerful in their own right, and their Emperor himself was likely just as powerful.:. 21:20:28 Alpha A paraphrased version of what she'd said manifested bright and visibly in front of a dim, shadowed actual quote. Alpha had begun to think long, and hard on what he wanted to bring to the table. “You offer a service similar to my own form of reincarnation. This will certainly increase the productivity of my associates.” His fingers had risen to fondle and grope the underside of what had to be a chin beneath the grim mask he wore. “However, Prayer and rituals are for those superstitious Aquarians and those delusional jihadists under the command of a maniac with a gender identity crisis.” Particularly pleasant terms were chosen for the empires, “Perhaps there is another way we can appease your... desires?” He was particularly set on finding out if there was any other beneficial plan B that he could invest in. 21:23:21 Marisa would have left the room, along with Alicia, while Welkin and Selvaria stayed to watch the interrogation. It was half out of fatigue, and half out of not wanting to witness something like that that drove Marisa to leave, and a similar situation for Alicia. Once it was over, though, and the findings were discussed, none of the parties present were surprised, and explained, briefly, what Ragnite was. While the Caledonians likely had their own, superior energy supply, Ragnite was very likely much more versatile and could be used in almost any way, or any thing. From engines to medicine, from explosives to lamps, Ragnite was a very versatile substance, much like Oil, but twice as dangerous and volaitle, or maybe even moreso -- although it also came with even more uses than Oil could. Plus, in its natural form, it was a stone instead of liquid. In the case of not revealing themselves, it had little to do with if they had power themselves and more with what they'd do with them, such as lock them up or force them into military service. Frankly, many of the Militia had joined up not becuase they enjoyed war and conflict, but because they felt a duty to protect their homeland... well, that and forced conscription in times of war. But that was besides the point! In any case, Marisa and Welkin shook their head as the others revealed they would have killed the inhabitants of the world to get to it. "Thank you for assisting us, then. We may have repelled one attack, but I doubt an attack like the one you posed would have been repelled. We were already having trouble with the second one that you helped with." That was all there was to say from the leader of Squad 7. It was up to the King and Queen to decide to aid them now, though they offered to lead them to the queen so they could make their pitch. 21:26:41 Misericordia "I need my power restored to it's full strength. I'm merely a shell that I am now, and even now were I to take off this here ring-" She held up her left ring finger "-I would warp this space station into nothing but a distorted spacetime electrical storm. I wish my FULL power restored so I can take my rightful throne among the ascended once more. As you can see I'm in the mortal world. I can't even go back to my realm until after I restore my power. Even if I were to return, that... Blasted USERPER WHO HAS MY THRONE WOULD BLITHLY CAST ME ASIDE WITH A SIMPLE SWIPE OF HIS HAND! UNACCEPTABLE!" She began to rage with a fury buried by many millenia of time. A black and blue fire began to rage around her, licking and scorching even the metal of the room, interfering with the electronics and even warping the air. Eventually she settled down and shifted back to her ten-yearold state, then to an old woman. "I need my power back, or my form isn't even stable. It's controllable sure, but that damn... Hmph." She finished talking. "Worshippers. That's all I need. I will give anything in return." 21:39:39 Alpha With all thinks considered, the clone trooper had begun to think. The plight she had was pretty straight forward. There were more than one way to acquire a bunch of personnel for her to empower herself on. It was all a matter of unscrupulous lateral thinking that would lead Frost to his conclusion. However, before he could even open his trap to respond to her, she would be throwing some sort of deific fit. Alpha had pulled himself away from the violent reaction that had begun, Misericordia at the nexus. “Calm yourself!” he exclaimed over the chaotic maelstrom that ripped around his room. Fortunately, it was meant to be. “And fix my couch.” looking at that gaudy thing, he suddenly remembered his contempt for the unauthorized decoration. “Now. My proposition to you is that I will assign you a temperate, terrestrial planet.” His offer was considered and recorded on the device. The display would shift to accommodate both sides of the agreement. “We will begin to colonize it with sentient beings for you to draw... warship from.” In exchange, he would point out especially, “You protect and provide your... services to all of my personnel. Providing it keeps you stable, You may temporarily draw your power from my station's staff until your first shipment comes in.” He would manipulate the screen so she could reread his offer if she so pleased. 21:44:41 Misericordia "I like your idea, however I will add to it, I am a deity after all. You will provide me with ten percent of your planets. Preferrably in the same sector. Maybe three or four solarsystems. Starflight is a hard trick for me, takes me maybe three to twelve days to fly between solar systems. Granted I'll need my navigation magics... But yes, Ten percent and we have a deal. I will strike a pact with you." If he accepted her offer, she would sadly change his couch back to his tacky version of normal. "I don't DRAW power, I simply gain it by being acknowledged. Quite fascinating, really. Also They'll be needing this..." She spawned a small shrine totem. It looked like an ankh buried half-way through a skull that was smiling, two wings sticking out of where the ears would be. "This is my holy symbol. If you ever request aid of me, you craft one out of anything greater than wood and I will hear you. But the trick is you have to have it hand made. it can't be machined." 21:52:02 [DG_GM] .:The Marshal was about to accept the offer when he received a call, and turned to a device that was obviously a communications device "Maesta Caderyn tenpiswo" as he then listened to the message. His eyes then widened in surprise "Ith Maesta Andreas ui confnir tenpiswo ekess paestaen renthisj mrith nomeno treskris laestras?" his tone obviously shocked. At that moment a voice would speak behind them "He is already here" followed by a chuckle. The speaker was dressed in a standard military uniform, rather than his battle armor, but the mace hung on his belt, and the shield on his back left little doubt that he had seen combat. He would then look at Welkin, Marisa, Alicia, and Selvaria "Forgive my abrupt appearance, I am Lord Marshal Andreas Tigeir, commander of the entire Caledonian military, unfortunately my father couldn't come himself, matters of state keep him on Caledon" as the young man smiled at them.: 21:56:49 Alpha Planets weren't exactly something that he had any particular need for. If a planet happened to be in Specter territory, than she was more than welcome to it. “There is a security issue that comes with the shelling out of as many planets as you so desire.” he would begin to point out, A star map was swiped into view. “We are dangerously close to empire space. If a change is great and sudden enough in a fringe system, you will alert the neighboring governments of this change.” What he was explaining was that if they did too much too soon, people were going to get nosy. “I will provide you with primitive, non technological planets so word doesn't circulate. It must appear that people are doing this because of their own inhibition.” He would glance over to her, “Do you understand my hindsight?” She was deific after all, surely it would dawn on one of her supposed intellect. 22:01:26 Marisa would have looked to the others as he started talking into a strange device, though seemingly for communication. Whatever was being said, it wasn't in their language, though it appeared to be something about whomever just showed up, judging by what he said. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Marshal." A title they didn't have themselves, but it was apparent it was a high rank, judging by the fact he oversaw all the military. And judging by what he said, his father was someone important to be kept by matters of state. This didn't mean that they knew he was the son of the emporer himself, only that he was the son of someone high ranking. Still, that alone didn't impress Marisa, nor any of the others. What they were impressed by was the fact that he obviously fought himself. He wasn't a noble or other high-ranking person that commanded an army from behind a desk. That was what garnered respect from them. Perhaps they were too jaded from the war they had been fighting, then the slaughter they narrowly avoided, to properly respect higher rankings just because of their rankings. Especially since said 'royal armymen' said that the enemies would not return, and they were clearly wrong. In any case, there wasn't much to say. "I assume you'll be the one that talks to the Queen for your offer to join your empire?"
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Post by Ria on Apr 15, 2015 5:58:28 GMT
22:09:54 Andreas` looks at Marisa and nodded "Indeed, and unlike Marshal Caderyn, I am authorized to tell the benefits of joining the empire, though you will find out soon enough when I talk with your queen" as he smiled. He then shifted position slightly, and a scar on the side of his neck was barely visible, a clue that they were right about him. The Caledonian military did not operate like the Gallians or Imperials, their officers were selected based on performance and ability, not pedigree. While there were nobles in the Caledonian military, most were low ranking, Andreas himself was an exception, since he had shown not only leadership abilities, but also intelligence and flexibility even when fighting alongside his men. He then looked at Marisa, Alicia, and Selvaria speculatively, his pale blue eyes narrowed "Interesting, there is something about you three.......no matter, in any case, let us go speak with your queen" as he smiled. The way he had looked at the three of them showed that he suspected something about them, though he kept those suspicions to himself.
22:10:55 Misericordia smiled at the proposition "Superstisious worlds are my specialty." She chuckeled. "It seems as you understand. Here. Take this." She created a tome out of thin air. "This will improve your spacial reasoning capabilites almost to the point of viewing things in the fourth dimension. I'm sure you can handle it." She retorted in returns to his thoughts. "I can read minds, you know." She smiled. "Besides, that's the type of world from which I hail. Swords, and bows over guns and cannons and spacecraft. I wonder if they have magic on their worlds. If not I can bring it to them."
22:20:44 Marisa nodded. Welkin was about to lead the man out of the tent and to the castle when Andreas spoke to the three girls. Something about them? They exchanged glances. Did he know? Still, they kept quiet, as he seemed to have... something on them. Still, they seemed a little more... edgy than when Andreas first met them. At least Alicia and Marisa had -- though Selvaria seemed as collected and cool as always. They rode to the castle on their tank, and led the man, with castle guards as well, to the queen, who seemed intrigued that an Imperial, as well as unknown man, was let into the audience chamber. "I see we have an Imperial and an unknown in this hall. I assume the reports of flying craft and two opposing unknown forces from the sky are to explain this?" She kept her gaze and Andreas, as she stood up. "I assume you have something to say to me, so say it now." -e-
22:25:38 Alpha She complemented his consideration for the world around him. Hell, she even threw in a present. He'd reach out and take the book that was provided for him. Naturally, he was going to have to alter the format from this primitive manual scripting to something digital that could be injected into his brain. Nevertheless, he accepted it. “Thank you.” He knew immediately that his dedicated points of skill in science weren't as abundant as social, space ship command, or gunnery but it was always good to maintain some manner of support skills to bridge them together. “Don't probe my thoughts too deeply. Installed in my brain is a defensive sub system that alter my mental frequencies to a random biologically compatible frequency. It is a proverbial line in the sand against the more psychically inclined.” The book was stored under his arm and he stood. “Before I agree to invest in this, you must heed my advice.” he would point out assertively. “I know all there is to flying under the radar. Seeing as this is clearly not your expertise, I wish for you to let me do my job and you perform yours.”
22:26:41 Andreas` smiles as he bows to the queen "To put it simply, yes, it is as you said, though in my peoples case, we are not here to wipe you out" as he stood up straight. He then smiled "I am Lord Marshal Andreas Tigeir of the Caledonian Empire, I serve as the Emperor's right hand" as he looks at her. He then nodded "I have come here today to offer you and your people membership in the empire, if you accept, your people will receive technology, protection, and resources, in return, we ask that a quarter of all domestic goods and finished products be given, also, fifteen percent of your young men and women will be asked for, they will be trained in varying professions, and this will occur once every five to six galactic years, though if my calculations are right, that will be every ten years on your world" as he looked at the queen. They were reasonable terms, and they would keep three quarters of everything, which was far more generous than anything other civilizations would demand.:.<E>
22:32:05 Marisa closed her eyes as he said her demands. "Forgive me, for I must think about this." she said, walking back and forth for a few moments. "... You must already know that I do not rule all of those in this world. I only rule over the small country of Gallia. Fifteen percent of my people is asking for a substantial amount of manpower that I need as well to keep the country running smoothly, and to protect ourselves. Even if you offer protection, there will be times we cannot rely on you, especially if it takes several hours for you to arrive." She stopped, then looked at the man. "Please, either lower the amount of domestic goods, as I'm sure that includes our Ragnite, or lower the amount of people you need to take." She sat down once more. "I offer either fifteen percent of domestic goods or eight percent of our population. The other can stay where you offered it. I offer this not to insult your offer, but because we are only a small country and simply cannot spare that much to you and still be functional ourselves. Either way, I must ask that those of us that stay behind may continue our lives as normal, and you will not try to inject your own rites, beliefs and traditions into ours. Perhaps someday, we will be ready for that, but it will take a while just for the people to get used to having your kind around." She closed her eyes, folding her hands in her lap, and awaiting the response. If he truly could not back off his numbers, she'd sigh and say, "I suppose there is no other choice; we could not win a war waged against you if you managed to take out those that almost overran us so easily." If he accepted either counter-offer, she'd stand and bow. "Thank you for your generosity. You could take us by force, but instead let us survive as we could. It is more than I could hope for." Either way, she'd look into his eyes. "... How soon do you want your first donation?" Well, "donation" was probably the wrong word, but it sounded nicer than 'tax' or something similar, like 'protection money.'
22:38:19 Misericordia paused, turning into a teenager, and merely smiled. "Do as you wish. I can block all kinds of scrying and remote viewing within 25 miles of any one of my worshipers for 25 hours." There is beginning to be a theme. With the decision made, she shook his hand. On his hand now was a small black mark, unremovable of her seal. "This will allow me to find you." it began to fade into his skin and disappear. "Don't worry. It's not perminant. At least, until I get used to your energy signal. Then once I can find you with a thought, I'll remove it." She smiled and signed whatever document.
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