Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 21, 2021 19:59:40 GMT
The world of Charox was one that had fell so easily to ruin. The Ye’tule, and Avilun continued to recede from the limelight, withdrawing further and further within their own borders. Naturally, the world that held a joint colony between the two races, alongside the Dirge, was quickly forgotten. Left to rot. It was a project that was a spontaneous movement, a side-project to experiment with co-habitation between such vastly distinct races; In all honesty, its existence meant little to the empires partaking in the experiment. So when the orders of withdrawal and the mass emigrations began, there was little in the way of resistance. Civilian populations crowded busily to the star ports that dotted the developing world, and within a month, a majority of the population had fled to the safety of the nation’s borders. But the dirge remained.
What little was left of the civilian populations were vagrants, and squatters. When the last of the shuttles had left Charox, when the government had officially granted control of the world to the Dirge, a warning was given to the remaining denizens, to leave the world within a weak. The connections to the greater galaxy were severed, replaced with simple ‘snapshots’ of webpages and information, effectively isolating the population, unbeknownst to them. The population simply waived away the threats. They had never seen any significant communication from the strange race inhabiting the other side of the world, let alone one carrying such weight. Warnings were sent, and, an artificial response was returned, denouncing the hostile actions, lulling the doomed populace into a sense of security.
And, on midnight of the seventh day, a cloud of flesh coated the world in its entirety. Organic matter was broken down into its atomic components, and further spread the advance of the flesh. The infrastructure however, was largely unaffected. In the following month, the encroaching biomass coasted every single surface on the world. The towering skyscrapers grew steadily in height as they began to pierce the cloud cover. A myriad of design aesthetics merged and coalesced so far above the surface, in a strange almost carefree manner. Buildings twisted and merged together to form a multi-tiered city, its bizarre qualities exaggerated every ascending level. At the highest of levels, vast floating shipyards branched from the spire-city, from orbit it appeared a large flower had grown well into the upper atmosphere.
In the end, there was no trace of the civilizations that once walked the worlds surface. The flora and fauna that had propagated simply disappeared never to be seen again. The structures were overwhelmed, used as a base for the Dirge’s own twisted views of what a civilization should appear as. The effort expended was to the Dirge, for the good of its own interests. The world of Charox had been a failed project spurned on by dismissive powers. It was now to be the diplomatic hub of the Dirge. A useful thing, a world dedicated only to further the evolution of the Dirge. And in a benevolent manner that would allow them to sink their teeth further into the politics of the galaxy at large
What little was left of the civilian populations were vagrants, and squatters. When the last of the shuttles had left Charox, when the government had officially granted control of the world to the Dirge, a warning was given to the remaining denizens, to leave the world within a weak. The connections to the greater galaxy were severed, replaced with simple ‘snapshots’ of webpages and information, effectively isolating the population, unbeknownst to them. The population simply waived away the threats. They had never seen any significant communication from the strange race inhabiting the other side of the world, let alone one carrying such weight. Warnings were sent, and, an artificial response was returned, denouncing the hostile actions, lulling the doomed populace into a sense of security.
And, on midnight of the seventh day, a cloud of flesh coated the world in its entirety. Organic matter was broken down into its atomic components, and further spread the advance of the flesh. The infrastructure however, was largely unaffected. In the following month, the encroaching biomass coasted every single surface on the world. The towering skyscrapers grew steadily in height as they began to pierce the cloud cover. A myriad of design aesthetics merged and coalesced so far above the surface, in a strange almost carefree manner. Buildings twisted and merged together to form a multi-tiered city, its bizarre qualities exaggerated every ascending level. At the highest of levels, vast floating shipyards branched from the spire-city, from orbit it appeared a large flower had grown well into the upper atmosphere.
In the end, there was no trace of the civilizations that once walked the worlds surface. The flora and fauna that had propagated simply disappeared never to be seen again. The structures were overwhelmed, used as a base for the Dirge’s own twisted views of what a civilization should appear as. The effort expended was to the Dirge, for the good of its own interests. The world of Charox had been a failed project spurned on by dismissive powers. It was now to be the diplomatic hub of the Dirge. A useful thing, a world dedicated only to further the evolution of the Dirge. And in a benevolent manner that would allow them to sink their teeth further into the politics of the galaxy at large