Post by Emperor God King Bretonia on Jun 15, 2015 0:34:55 GMT
13:16:00 [Emperor-Bretonia] " You have found a replacement? " Her voice was quiet, amused, but on edge. A trait that warranted quite a bit of concern from her inner most advisors. With her first champion having been lost to space exploits for longer time than she cared to wait, the hunt had begun to find someone that the god emperor could tolerate long enough to allow him or her to ensure the god's safety abroad. Of course, Bretonia sat still for a little bit. But not for long. She had launched her next political move, targetting Caledonia ahead of the inquisition's schedule. So her crew today was a mass of inquisitors, swords, shields and some armored footmen. No, she hadn't brougt a full army to caledon, but enough to protect herself should some trouble arise. " Will he do as he is told? " An amusing question, but one that needed to be answered. The last person she'd allowed to attend her had to be re-engineered to be of any use. Albeit she'd fallen madly in love with the amalgamation of mechanation that she'd -
13:17:43 [Emperor-Bretonia] created. The Emperor turned a few circles in her chamber at the Embassy. The air was abuzz with folks running this way and that re-preparing the embassy from its state of months of dissarray. " Brave soul. He must be. Very well. " She waved a hand at the silvery screen she was talking to and her advisor dissapeared. The rest of the room spun clockwise as the viewing screens dissappeared into the walls leaving the oddly spherical white chamber to be empty. The doors stood wide, and Bretonia faced them. Awaiting the newest victim of her personal staff.
13:29:25 [Soren-Blazestryder] -- What entered the God-Emperor's presence was a sort of monstrocity. A tall man, lean in build clad enitlery in black armor with an ashen grey ploom of a spartan.Soren clenched his obsidian digits into a tight fist as he entered the Imperial presence beat his fist against his chest with an infernal clang of metal Hail! All glory to the Emperor! following the formal greating Soren descended to one knee lowering his head, not daring to look upon the Godly visage. His appearence was quite macbre. Skulls of some organic beats hung lazily from the blast spear that was strapped to his back, similar bones adnored the area around his scapula and half of his visor was painted with a skeltal visage and four large skulls hung around his mid section. Soren had been asked to remove the adornments before coming to the royal presence. At risk to his own life he did not do so. Soren was terrified that this would displease his Goddess, but he had heard of her obession with the machina and had taken this as a sign<C
13:32:03 [Soren-Blazestryder] of displeasure with the organic archtype. Soren was gambling with his life that his trophies would please the Goddess, a sign that he had chosen the Machina over the flesh. War over peace, power over compassion. He hoped that she would see before her a true Akkadian warrior. On his left forwarm was strapped a heavy circlular shield. Like the rest of his armor it shone a sleek obsidian color, well polished. Soren was a Knight of the House Blazestryder, noble ancestery devoted and relentless.
13:34:24 [Emperor-Bretonia] Ah. But Bretonia would surprise most people. If there was one thing that Bretonia loved more than machines it was humans that became machines. After all. She herself had chosen to become mostly machine. Her organs, her skin, her bones. Most if not everything had been remade. SHE had been remade to her own specifications. Not something imposed upon her by an inferiour birthing circumstance. She had not held the adoration for her parents as others did. Perhaps that is why she survived, and they did not. Ah well. The ascension patterns of the Cynderhearts aside... Her initial reaction was a cool speculative arched brow. They chose a shield, that much she knew. But what surprised her was that they had chosen a named shield. From a house that had been notoriously loyal to her father. Ah, but as of late they'd shown more than enough support on the fronts. Not that their repulsion to her reign of terror had been of any remote concern. Her fingers tapped the edges of her armored arms. She hummed quietly. After a-
13:36:24 [Emperor-Bretonia] few moments of intense observation the curling metallic plates at the base of her neck expanded to cover her visage. And those in the room were allowed to approach, draping about her shoulders the mantle of sheer blue fabric, laced with circuits. Crowned by technology, aching for something more than simple computer systems. Although what is called simple to the Akkad may have been complex to others. " This one will do. " Came her echoing voice. " A bit barbaric. But all humans are. That is why we adapt ourselves into becoming more like machines, is that not true, Knight? "
14:10:48 [Soren-Blazestryder] -- Sighed in dsiapointment that she was displeased with his trophies, however he was relieved that she did not discorporate him. The ventalation system in his helm and armor would mask the sigh using it regulator. As you say Goddess. Soren was there not to have an oppinion, but to protect his Empress. While his lineage had shown a concern with the new God-Empresses reign, Soren did not. Soren had been fanatical in his relentless assault on those that might oppose her. On several world there had been attacks against the Akkaidian crown and on several accounts Soren's Hell Forge had been their to stem the tide. Of course then it had been outfitted with a plethora of destructive instruments for turning the tide of battle. Now the Auto battle cannon was being replaced with a close combat weapon, probably the pyre strike fist. Designed to look like a normal hand the fist was capable of lifting tanks and hurling them through the air. It's destructive force could crush the skull of monstrous<C>
14:14:17 [Soren-Blazestryder] creatures and would be ample for the protection of his Empress on the field of battle. Soren was pleased that she had chosen him, accepted him into her fold, but could she not seen these were the skulls of her enemies, trophies taken from those that would destory her and adorned in her honor to give tribute to her name. Soren looked at the HUD on the inside of his visor, his vitals were rising. Increased heart rate. he needed to calm himself. Like the empress the Machina had been integrated with his body, though not so thoroughly as her own. For Soren his enhancements were only in the muscular and nervous system. his HUD reported on the going ons in his organic body, but had not replaced it with tech as of yet.
16:42:23 [Emperor-Bretonia] They differred in their opinions on what a trophy was. What a mark of triumph was. For Bretonia. You saw everything, or you saw nothing. There was very little grey. Either her enemies were completely destroyed, a hundred percent turned to dush and ash amoungst the stars. Or she kept them perfectly in tact and handed them off as proof of her exploits to others. As was their mission here. Perhaps he did not see. And perhaps it was unrealistic of her to expect him to. After all, he was but mortal. And she all knowing. Was he not given unto her tutelage to see him through his journey of enlightenment, that he might enlighten others? Not to mention he was to protect her while she blazed her inquisition across akkadian space. Thankfully her attentions had not started to nor were likely to wander. The streamlined machines of the empress hovered her past the hulking knight, her sleek blue visored gaze turned towards him momentarily as she passed. " We are here for a few days to ensure that the captive is -c-
16:45:22 [Emperor-Bretonia] taken care of. That she isn't murdered while in our keeping. She is our eyes and our ears. Such was the price of our handing her over - alive -. Beyond that. We are to regroup and make our efforts known to the Hjaafinger Quadrant. With the Futuran Empire in shambles. We are to protect our assets that are working under range. Mostly? This will entail remote visits to the planetary sites closest to the border. Naturally. We will be onboard the Ygdrani. Our brothers and sisters know largely who and what they are after and do their job well. You, Myself and the Infinatum will make the final hits. Are you prepared? " She did not pause her assured walk through the embassy's hallways to wait for his answer. He was expected to give it on the move. Although how could he refuse?
16:56:09 [Soren-Blazestryder] -- Rising he followed her as she walked absorbing the information she spat out. More accuratley the AI in his helm was recording everything she said while his human mind processed the data and cataloged by tactical importance. Yes my Empress, My titan is being outfitted with command of the Aegis Network and close combat weapons for the mission. This should be completed shortly, however if you wish to leave immeidiately it can be delivered when upgrades are complete. His AI chimed in his ear with estimated time to completetion on the tasks he spoke of, as well as updates on progress. Soren ignored them while he was in the presence of the Empress. Under most circumstances he talked more to the AI than his commerads, but here it would be a sacrolidge to do such a thing. As the empress spoke driver software for the Emperor's personal Ageis Defense was being downloaded to his AI. As her personal guard he had access to all of her security networks. Once they were done dowloading he could begin upgrading<C>
16:59:13 [Soren-Blazestryder] them. While she did not see this as a risky opperation, for Soren it was his first test as her guard and preperation was key. He would follow her into oblivion it's self if she commanded it, but he would make sure he had the equipment nesscary to give Hell a run for it's money. His HUD was now illumonated with new applications and abilities that he had never seen before. Gears whirlled in his armor, strength and power were being pumped into her nervous system to compensate for the new data being streamed live into his conciousness. Soren was become a new kind of warrior. Not just a Knight, not just a guard, but The Praetorian Evocati to the Empress.
17:02:05 [Emperor-Bretonia] His job was. Rather dangerous. In and of the fact that once he had been accepted it was only death that would meet him when he left. Or perhaps death would be the only reason why he would leave. After all. Failure to protect the god would bring the empire down on his little metal head. Although none of this was present in Bretonia's mind. Thus it was, thus it is, and thus it shall always be. [ Scene close. unless the Big ol' machine is coming to the dinner party. ]
13:17:43 [Emperor-Bretonia] created. The Emperor turned a few circles in her chamber at the Embassy. The air was abuzz with folks running this way and that re-preparing the embassy from its state of months of dissarray. " Brave soul. He must be. Very well. " She waved a hand at the silvery screen she was talking to and her advisor dissapeared. The rest of the room spun clockwise as the viewing screens dissappeared into the walls leaving the oddly spherical white chamber to be empty. The doors stood wide, and Bretonia faced them. Awaiting the newest victim of her personal staff.
13:29:25 [Soren-Blazestryder] -- What entered the God-Emperor's presence was a sort of monstrocity. A tall man, lean in build clad enitlery in black armor with an ashen grey ploom of a spartan.Soren clenched his obsidian digits into a tight fist as he entered the Imperial presence beat his fist against his chest with an infernal clang of metal Hail! All glory to the Emperor! following the formal greating Soren descended to one knee lowering his head, not daring to look upon the Godly visage. His appearence was quite macbre. Skulls of some organic beats hung lazily from the blast spear that was strapped to his back, similar bones adnored the area around his scapula and half of his visor was painted with a skeltal visage and four large skulls hung around his mid section. Soren had been asked to remove the adornments before coming to the royal presence. At risk to his own life he did not do so. Soren was terrified that this would displease his Goddess, but he had heard of her obession with the machina and had taken this as a sign<C
13:32:03 [Soren-Blazestryder] of displeasure with the organic archtype. Soren was gambling with his life that his trophies would please the Goddess, a sign that he had chosen the Machina over the flesh. War over peace, power over compassion. He hoped that she would see before her a true Akkadian warrior. On his left forwarm was strapped a heavy circlular shield. Like the rest of his armor it shone a sleek obsidian color, well polished. Soren was a Knight of the House Blazestryder, noble ancestery devoted and relentless.
13:34:24 [Emperor-Bretonia] Ah. But Bretonia would surprise most people. If there was one thing that Bretonia loved more than machines it was humans that became machines. After all. She herself had chosen to become mostly machine. Her organs, her skin, her bones. Most if not everything had been remade. SHE had been remade to her own specifications. Not something imposed upon her by an inferiour birthing circumstance. She had not held the adoration for her parents as others did. Perhaps that is why she survived, and they did not. Ah well. The ascension patterns of the Cynderhearts aside... Her initial reaction was a cool speculative arched brow. They chose a shield, that much she knew. But what surprised her was that they had chosen a named shield. From a house that had been notoriously loyal to her father. Ah, but as of late they'd shown more than enough support on the fronts. Not that their repulsion to her reign of terror had been of any remote concern. Her fingers tapped the edges of her armored arms. She hummed quietly. After a-
13:36:24 [Emperor-Bretonia] few moments of intense observation the curling metallic plates at the base of her neck expanded to cover her visage. And those in the room were allowed to approach, draping about her shoulders the mantle of sheer blue fabric, laced with circuits. Crowned by technology, aching for something more than simple computer systems. Although what is called simple to the Akkad may have been complex to others. " This one will do. " Came her echoing voice. " A bit barbaric. But all humans are. That is why we adapt ourselves into becoming more like machines, is that not true, Knight? "
14:10:48 [Soren-Blazestryder] -- Sighed in dsiapointment that she was displeased with his trophies, however he was relieved that she did not discorporate him. The ventalation system in his helm and armor would mask the sigh using it regulator. As you say Goddess. Soren was there not to have an oppinion, but to protect his Empress. While his lineage had shown a concern with the new God-Empresses reign, Soren did not. Soren had been fanatical in his relentless assault on those that might oppose her. On several world there had been attacks against the Akkaidian crown and on several accounts Soren's Hell Forge had been their to stem the tide. Of course then it had been outfitted with a plethora of destructive instruments for turning the tide of battle. Now the Auto battle cannon was being replaced with a close combat weapon, probably the pyre strike fist. Designed to look like a normal hand the fist was capable of lifting tanks and hurling them through the air. It's destructive force could crush the skull of monstrous<C>
14:14:17 [Soren-Blazestryder] creatures and would be ample for the protection of his Empress on the field of battle. Soren was pleased that she had chosen him, accepted him into her fold, but could she not seen these were the skulls of her enemies, trophies taken from those that would destory her and adorned in her honor to give tribute to her name. Soren looked at the HUD on the inside of his visor, his vitals were rising. Increased heart rate. he needed to calm himself. Like the empress the Machina had been integrated with his body, though not so thoroughly as her own. For Soren his enhancements were only in the muscular and nervous system. his HUD reported on the going ons in his organic body, but had not replaced it with tech as of yet.
16:42:23 [Emperor-Bretonia] They differred in their opinions on what a trophy was. What a mark of triumph was. For Bretonia. You saw everything, or you saw nothing. There was very little grey. Either her enemies were completely destroyed, a hundred percent turned to dush and ash amoungst the stars. Or she kept them perfectly in tact and handed them off as proof of her exploits to others. As was their mission here. Perhaps he did not see. And perhaps it was unrealistic of her to expect him to. After all, he was but mortal. And she all knowing. Was he not given unto her tutelage to see him through his journey of enlightenment, that he might enlighten others? Not to mention he was to protect her while she blazed her inquisition across akkadian space. Thankfully her attentions had not started to nor were likely to wander. The streamlined machines of the empress hovered her past the hulking knight, her sleek blue visored gaze turned towards him momentarily as she passed. " We are here for a few days to ensure that the captive is -c-
16:45:22 [Emperor-Bretonia] taken care of. That she isn't murdered while in our keeping. She is our eyes and our ears. Such was the price of our handing her over - alive -. Beyond that. We are to regroup and make our efforts known to the Hjaafinger Quadrant. With the Futuran Empire in shambles. We are to protect our assets that are working under range. Mostly? This will entail remote visits to the planetary sites closest to the border. Naturally. We will be onboard the Ygdrani. Our brothers and sisters know largely who and what they are after and do their job well. You, Myself and the Infinatum will make the final hits. Are you prepared? " She did not pause her assured walk through the embassy's hallways to wait for his answer. He was expected to give it on the move. Although how could he refuse?
16:56:09 [Soren-Blazestryder] -- Rising he followed her as she walked absorbing the information she spat out. More accuratley the AI in his helm was recording everything she said while his human mind processed the data and cataloged by tactical importance. Yes my Empress, My titan is being outfitted with command of the Aegis Network and close combat weapons for the mission. This should be completed shortly, however if you wish to leave immeidiately it can be delivered when upgrades are complete. His AI chimed in his ear with estimated time to completetion on the tasks he spoke of, as well as updates on progress. Soren ignored them while he was in the presence of the Empress. Under most circumstances he talked more to the AI than his commerads, but here it would be a sacrolidge to do such a thing. As the empress spoke driver software for the Emperor's personal Ageis Defense was being downloaded to his AI. As her personal guard he had access to all of her security networks. Once they were done dowloading he could begin upgrading<C>
16:59:13 [Soren-Blazestryder] them. While she did not see this as a risky opperation, for Soren it was his first test as her guard and preperation was key. He would follow her into oblivion it's self if she commanded it, but he would make sure he had the equipment nesscary to give Hell a run for it's money. His HUD was now illumonated with new applications and abilities that he had never seen before. Gears whirlled in his armor, strength and power were being pumped into her nervous system to compensate for the new data being streamed live into his conciousness. Soren was become a new kind of warrior. Not just a Knight, not just a guard, but The Praetorian Evocati to the Empress.
17:02:05 [Emperor-Bretonia] His job was. Rather dangerous. In and of the fact that once he had been accepted it was only death that would meet him when he left. Or perhaps death would be the only reason why he would leave. After all. Failure to protect the god would bring the empire down on his little metal head. Although none of this was present in Bretonia's mind. Thus it was, thus it is, and thus it shall always be. [ Scene close. unless the Big ol' machine is coming to the dinner party. ]