Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 19:21:18 GMT
Baron Drais’loep had always considered herself a lord. It was true that she was a lord of only this system, but her power was near absolute here. The system rested slightly below the galactic plane, meaning that the system’s only visitors were the occasional patrol. The system, with planets numbering ten, was rich in resources, but the great distance between it and the nearest trade route made it difficult to convince mining companies to set up shop there. So the Baron was quite used to a quite and uneventful life. She looked across her desk and noticed a single blinking red light. Her face crinkled in the Cli’sorr equivalent of a frown. She reached over and opened the channel.
“Yes? What is it?”
The voice that spoke from the console in her desk sounded confused.
“Um. Ma’am? We’re getting a hailing signal from, what observation drones have shown to be, two people riding in a carriage that’s being drawn by two horses. That are on fire… The horse, that is, not the carriage itself.”
“Listen, I know that it can get dull around here but that doesn’t mean you get to try and pull pranks on me.”
“No prank ma’am. I’ll send the feed straight to your room if you don’t believe me.”
Drais looked over at the monitor as the feed from the drones was rerouted to her office. She looked and saw just what the man described. Two people seated in an open topped carriage that was being drawn by two fiery steeds. She kept her eyes on the screen as she leaned over to speak directly into the console.
“Has this been verified?”
“Yes. I personally check it five times. It is genuine.”
“Well, then what do they want?”
“To speak with us.”
Drais looked over to the console and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Name’s Eric, ma’am. Eric Dunwalt.”
“Well Eric, I want you to send what could quite possibly be the most important signal to ever come from this pit of a system.”
“And what’s that ma’am?”
“I want you to send a signal detailing what has happened so far to the ‘Saint’s Procession.’ Let them know we’ve made first contact with a new, and quite possibly very powerful, alien species.”
“Right away ma’am.”
The ‘Saint’s Procession’ was notified and the two visitors were directed to a space station near the system’s fourth planet.
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"Sir, we've made contact with a Resident Faction," Scheidel spoke up in Dante's mind, who winced at the loudness of the words.
"Have they replied?"
"As of right now, no. But our signal has been received, so it's only a matter of time."
"Good," Damien said, taking over, "tell them that we've a small detachment on their Star. The more honest we are, the less chances of the situation becoming hostile. Make sure they know that we're nothing more than tourists, but that we're a bit lost. We can ask them for directions after the meeting."
"Yessir," Scheidel thought back.
"I'll park us right here," Dante said, the carriage slowing down, "we've made our presence known. It would not be prudent to carry on forwards; it might give them the impression of aggression."
"After a taste of these," Damien smiled, unveiling the confectioneries he'd baked on the way to civilization, "I highly doubt anyone will think we're here for trouble."
"I hope nobody here is allergic to berries," Dante said, gazing into the distance.
Back on the sun, the Monarchs listened to the updates of their 'Patrons'.
"We have contact?" Empress Gaia said, delighted, "our first in Ancerious, so it would seem. Shall we prepare a goodwill convoy?"
"I second the notion," Emperor Vulcan said.
"It has my vote," Empress Hecate cooed.
"As you wish, Monarchs," Valeria nodded, "but would you heed my advice on the matter?"
"Continue," Empress Gaia said.
"Please wait until Dante and Damien have established as to whether the Residents are hostile or welcoming," Valeria said, "you may need to Manifest Soldiers instead of Explorers..."
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Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Mary parried a blow from above, deflecting it away to her right. She then lashed out with the sword in her left hand only for it to be blocked.
“You can’t let Carron interrogate them.” With her right she slashed up, only to cut air. “He’ll kill three of them and then torture a fourth just to learn his name.” She weaved out of the way as the warscythe lashed out and bit into the floor of the training arena.
”True.” Greigor pulled his weapon from the floor and blocked two of Mary’s attacks. ”But he will actually get useful info out of the rest, and find out how to best put them down at the same time." Griegor knocked aside one of Mary’s swords and brought his scythe down, but cut only air. ”He may act the fool but Carron is still quite cunning. He knows better than to kill all our prisoners." He stepped back just in time to avoid one blade, but had to block the other. Mary was about to respond when CABAL cut in on their debate.
I HAVE BEEN SENT A MOST INTERSTING MESSAGE. IT APPEARS THAT THE LYNCTROPE SYSTEM IS NOW THE SIGHT OF FIRST CONTACT WITH A NEW ALIEN SPECIES. AND WHAT A SIGHT IT IS.
Greigor grunted and said, ”Just kill ‘em. We have enough problems with aliens as it is. Last thing we need is for a new species to add to it all.”
Mary reach up and pulled off her helmet. “Oh yes. That would do wonders for our current situation. Let’s declare war on ANOTHER race. CABAL, could I see this message?”
OF COURSE.
The message played out before her. Greigor walked over and watched as well. When the video had run its course Greigor chuckled. ”Someone has to have a spine made of iron to send this to us." Mary reached up and knock Greigor’s helmet.
“Idiot. No sane person would send this just to try and mess with us.”
”What about that one time some one sent you several terabytes of…”
“THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!”
Greigor chuckled again before adding, ”So you think this is worth our time?”
Mary looked back at a still image of the carriage flying through the vacuum of space. “If this proves to be true then most definitely yes. I’ll have a ship dispatch to construct a void portal.”
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Drais bowed slightly, welcoming the visitors as they disembarked from their transport. “I welcome you to the Immortal Empire. I’m afraid that I’m not experienced enough to handle first contact, so someone is on their way right now to meet with you. They will be here within the hour.”
"We can wait," Dante nodded, "in the meantime, please accept these as a goodwill offering."
Damien proceeded to wheel out a trolley full of quality pies, made with the freshest ingredients. Freshest, because he had to materialize them on the spot. Thankfully, he did remember to shield them from any harmful additives, like random cosmic radiation or space debris. The scent of the pies permeated the place, a warm, soothing aroma that spoke of lush meadows, ripe berry fields, and carefree lives.
"I believe our Hailing Signal has already introduced us to you. I'm 'Patron Eins' and that is 'Patron Zwei' of SHEATHES-10. We can get to the nitty-gritty and specifics later." Dante dismissed the carriage into a sandstorm of particles that faded out of view. "May we have the pleasure of knowing the name of our host?"
“I am Baron Drais’loep, and I am in charge of this system. Though, most find it annoying to say my full name, so Drais will do just fine. And unless one of those is a meat pie I’ll have to politely decline.” At this she smiled and pointed to her teeth. “My species are carnivores, so I can’t really enjoy them. But everyone else is more than welcome to them.” She turned as she announced this to the crew in the hangar. They were barely working anyways, distracted as they were by the visitors. She smiled slightly as she stood aside to let them enjoy the treats given to them. They laughed and joked amongst themselves as they helped themselves.
Back on the Sun, Scheidel informed the Monarchs of the situation
"Smart, dangerous, and flesh-eaters?" Dante said to Damien, placing a hand on his chin after the Baron spoke, "is there a better ally, Zwei?"
"They're eating my pies," Dante's cousin shrugged, "That's all that matters, Eins."
The ensuring conversation between Drais and the 'Patrons' went well, but all the while they talked, Dante and Damien observed the place. They watched the workers eat the pies, making a mental note to Scheidel, who relayed the information to the Monarchs.
"Carnivores?" Empress Hecate said, "sounds like they're your kind of people, Gaia."
"I'm an Omnivore," the Monarch of the Natura State shrugged, "Vegetables, Meat and Terrain are fair game."
"Ask Dante to broadcast a small SHEATHES Territory around himself as soon as he is permitted to," Emperor Gaia said, "I and my colleagues would like to meet up with this new faction in the near future."
"Done," Scheidel said.
Twenty nine minutes after its departure the void ship arrived and made straight for the station. Once on the station itself several workers began to rapidly assemble the void portal that would allow Mary and Greigor to arrive. In short order they had the device set up. A hole in the reality of the universe opened and connected with the portal located on the ‘Saint’s Procession.’ Mary stepped out of the opening, followed by Greigor and a member of the Emerald Swords. Mary had come without her swords, but Greigor and the Emerald Sword still had their favored weapon strapped to their back. Mary reached up and pulled her helmet from her head and tucked it under her arm. She smiled at the two patrons that stood before her. “Greetings. I am Mary, Ninth Seat on the Council of Thirteen. And this,” she motioned over her shoulder, “is High Lord Greigor, Eighth Seat on the Council of Thirteen.”
Greigor grunted and said, ”Yeah, hi.”
When the newcomers arrived and introduced themselves as high-ranking entities, Dante and Damien got up from their seats and nodded.
"Patron Eins and Patron Zwei," Dante said, "pleased to meet your acquaintance."
"Nice gear," Damien said, spying the Warscythe and the other weapons sported by their hosts, "I'm more of a claymore person, myself, but melee is melee."
"You can discuss toys later, Zwei," Dante said, rolling his eyes, "we have more important matters to attend to right now."
"They're not toys," Damien grumbled, "they are the tools of manly men."
"I'll cut to the chase," Dante said, ignoring his cousin, "the faction I represent have appeared in you system by accident. Our data on this galaxy is faulty: due to certain...circumstances...attempts to secure data on this galaxy using external means yield no results. We do not know where we are, nether do we know where we must go. We are a Neutral Faction, which means we cannot show bias for or against you. However, that doesn't mean we cannot recompense any help you provide to us."
Dante took a breath.
"We of SHEATHES-10 request a galactic map. Also, as SHEATHES-10 is a faction dedicated to exploration, we request the privilege of maintaining contact with you, even after we set up shop where we originally meant to."
Mary thought for a moment. “You say that you represent a neutral faction? A truly neutral faction? Meaning that no matter what, as long as we don’t attack you won’t move against us?”
"You are correct in that regard," Dante confirmed, "but the Neutrality of SHEATHES-10 is different. We do not operate on an 'eye for an eye' basis. If you were to attack us, we would simply cut down on our losses and attempt to pacify you. On the first time, we will compromise. On the second time, we will negotiate. One the third time, we will deliver an ultimatum, and only when that is ignored will we retaliate. Essentially, aggressors get three strikes for every one strike we perform, and after we retaliate, the tally of strikes is reset to zero."
Dante shrugged.
"Some say it's mistake to be so lenient to potential enemies," he said, "but SHEATHES-10 is an Exploration-Oriented faction. We don't care about the affairs of others, so much as we care about meeting and learning about them."
”See? These are the kind of people that we can really get along with.” Greigor’s voice boomed through the room they were meeting in. ”And YOU!” Greigor pointed down at Damien. ”A warscythe is far superior to a simple sword. The difficulty in guarding against it is…” Here Greigor was cut off as Mary interjected.
“Anyway! We would be more than willing to grant you access to one of our galactic maps. And of course we can maintain contact. Truthfully we are completely fascinated by your faction and look forward to learning more about you and those you represent.”
Damien had focused on a different set of Gregor's words, namely his opinion on weaponry.
"The simplest things are often the most versatile," he said, "the claymore combines both power and versatility into one unit. Please observe..."
'Patron Zwei' raised his hands upward, and four wooden training swords materialized. He could only manage simple materials in his current state, unlike Dante, who could manipulate matter and energy almost as well as a Tier 2 Manifestation that hadn't been tampered with by the Locking Glyphs.
"With a scythe, your range is limited. With the claymore, you can perform all sorts of maneuvers..."
The wooden claymores swirled around Damien, hacking, stabbing, slashing, parrying and blocking each other. The loud 'clacks' were evidence of the forces that manipulated the swords, and yet the fact that it was the 'clack' of wood and not the 'clang' of metal made it clear that this was all just for fun.
"Not to mention," Damien continued, "a scythe is only as dangerous as its head. Once a quick, nimble opponent gets within the 'kill-zone' of a scythe's head, it's often not a pretty pictur-!"
"We thank you for your kindness," Dante said, delivering a sharp rap to Damien's head to silence his chatter, "we would like the galactic map as soon as possible. And, if this isn't too much to ask, may we Summon the leader's of the Faction we represent? They are most eager to meet you."
“We can have the map ready for you shortly. And of course we would be more than happy to meet them.”
Greigor now completely ignoring the diplomacy happening next to him continued his own conversation with Damien. ”What you said is mostly true. But consider this. A sword’s reach is limited compared to that of my warscythe. Someone would have to navigate their way through my attacks unscathed just to get close enough to strike me! Even then they still need to get past my guard. And as I was going to mention, swords are predictable and easy to guard against.”
*AHEM*
Greigor looked down at Mary, then back towards Damien.
”Want to carry on this conversation somewhere we won’t be interrupted?” The two left with Griegor continuing to rant about the superiority of scythes over swords. The Emerald Sword, who had remained silent until now, leaned over and spoke into Mary's ear. ”I’ll go with him and try to keep him from getting too out of hand.”
Mary sighed, but smiled again as the Emerald Sword left after the other two. “Sorry about that. He can get a little out of hand sometimes.”
"You're telling me," Dante sighed, "honestly, if Zwei wasn't so valuable, I'd.."
Dante made a shooting motion with his hand. Damien was currently making his own reply; he stated that claymores were distinguished for having an obscene reach themselves, and their kill zone substantially larger than a scythe's, and that they were a danger at close or long ranges.
"But, the unruly comrades can be a topic for another day," Dante rolled his eyes as his cousin continued to put up a friendly debate, "For now..."
A multi-colored Aura, subtle and soft yet unusual and unmistakable, seeped through the air; Dante was its center, and he was focusing while creating it, eyes closed, deep in thought.
"...allow me to introduce the Monarchs of SHEATHES-10, whom I am 'Patron' to."
The glowing motes within the 'Aura' that was the SHEATHES-10 Territory gathered in on themselves. Three figures materialized.
"It's an honor to make your acquaintance," boomed an elder-looking man that could have passed off as a stereotypical grizzled Space Marine, were it not for the fact that he was twice Dante's size, had glowing red eyes and hair, and was partially see-through in certain areas.
"We thank you for receiving our 'Patrons' so kindly," the second Monarch that spoke was a robust, flower-encrusted lady, taller than the red-colored Monarch, and she was decked in a green dress that looked like someone had draped an entire meadow onto her.
"And we thank you for the assistance you are willing to provide," the third Monarch was a masked lady, even more translucent than her colleagues, swathed in flowing robes and arcane sigils. Numerous crystals floated around her, and her voice was angelic, compared to the first Monarch's gruff tone and the second Monarch's cheery speech.
"Emperor Vulcan of the Machina State, Empress Gaia of the Natura State, and Empress Hecate of the Arcana State," Dante said, pointing to each one in their turn, "they rule over, they maintain, and they are the very existence of SHEATHES-10 itself."
"We're just a bunch of explorers," Empress Gaia chuckled, "and speaking of meeting new folk, to which faction it is do we owe sign of good-will, to recompense the favor you have shown to us?"
“Well. That was quick. Oh, ahem. Pardon me. Welcome. We are known as the Immortal Empire. As I have told your patrons, I am Mary Ninth Seat on the Council of Thirteen, the ruling body of our empire. And my colleague, Greigor, is currently off somewhere talking with Patron Zwei about whose weapon is superior.”
Indeed, Greigor was doing just that. Only the two were becoming much more animated as the argument continued. Greigor’s warscythe was in his hands and he was moving through several practice moves. Sparks flew as the blade left a deep gouge in the floor and wall as he swung it up and redirected it into a vertical slash.
”HA! Told you I wasn’t limited by confined spaces. As you can see the blade is perfectly capable of slicing through just about any material, and with very little resistance I might add. This ‘short coming,’ as you put it, is rectified by superior materials.” The weapon dance in his hands before he swung it up and let it continue until it hit his back, where it locked in place.
"Perhaps you should have brought 'Patron Sechs' instead," Empress Gaia rolled her eyes, "I had a feeling 'Patron Zwei' would start chattering about weapons sooner or later."
"A conversation with the the heads of SHEATHES-10 will always be quick for as long as they have their 'Patrons'," Dante said in response to Mary, "all I need to do is spread out SHEATHES-10 Territory into an area. And since Monarchs are their very Territory, presto! They're already here."
"The Immortal Empire, was it?" Empress Hecate said, "we'd sent a few scouts into this Galaxy prior to, er, the occurrence of a most unfortunate mishap. We'd heard rumors that you had been involved in a war with the Tenebrae Empire not too long ago. Is this true? And if so, may we offer a quick apology for not being here sooner. You see, once SHEATHES-10 switches its stance from Pure Neutral to Benevolent Neutral, we'll be giving aid to factions without bias. Had we been here, who knows how many injured we could have rescued. Who knows how many lives could have been returned to their families?"
"Of course, Benevolent Neutrality doesn't equate to nosiness," Emperor Vulcan said quickly, "we shan't be getting in anybody's way. If another happens, SHEATHES-10 will not be directly hindering the actions of any side, neither will be meddling in anybody's affairs. You will know where our Vessels are at all times, so that way you will know not to fire upon them while we're scooping up your injured, and the injured of your enemies, or augmenting everybody's fleets from outside of the battlefield."
"Further Diplomatic topics can be ironed out after we set up shop," Empress Gaia nodded, "for now, please tell us how we may repay you for your hospitality and help. We cannot act against anyone, or perform missions that may violate our Neutrality, but we feel that it would be rude of us not to acknowledge all the help you have provided."
"Perhaps I can be of assistance here," Dante said, "the power of my Manifestation is greatly reduced, yes, but that doesn't mean I can't perform a Protocol or two on the behalf of the Immortal Empire."
"Well, that broadens your options," Empress Hecate said cheerfully.
And while factions were doing a talk, Damien was doing a walk.
"I never said that your Scythe was limited," Damien said, "I was talking in a general sense. Of course the ability to cut through virtually any substance eliminates maneuverability problems greatly. But not all War Scythes have that kind of ability."
Damien fused the four wooded claymores into a massive sword, nearly five meters long. The weapon was floating, as usual, mentally controlled by Damien.
"Besides, if you're facing someone with a special sword, a special scythe is going to have the same problems as an ordinary scythe versus an ordinary sword."
Damien swept an arm to the side, and the massive claymore performed several slashes in front of him, pointing away from Greigor to disqualify any misconceptions of a challenge.
"By the way, those were some fine combat moves," Damien said with a sincere grin.
”Combat moves? Try training exercises. But my point was that not just the blade of the weapon need be dangerous. With the proper application of material, technology, and most importantly, skill, the entire weapon can land a killing blow, not just the obvious parts. But it has become quite apparent that words simply aren’t enough, and I’ve seen considerable skill in how you ‘handled’ those blades. I wish to test you in battle. Poof me up a wooden scythe and I’ll show you its superiority. And don’t worry, I’ll try not to squish you.”
While Greigor was pushing the bounds of diplomatic neutrality, Mary was busy learning more about the Monarchs of SHEATHES-10.
“So, a Protocol. What is that?”
"A Protocol describes any ability that a 'Patron', that is someone like me, is invoked to use via certain Expenses. The Protocol's overall potency, versatility and complexity depends on a few factors, but usually on the same Expenses used to invoke the 'Patron'. Protocols can be anything, from offensive to defensive powers."
Dante sighed, a tiny hint of irritation in his eyes.
"Unfortunately, the same 'problems' that have caused both the Monarchs and their 'Patrons' to be lost, unable to obtain data on this Galaxy using external means, also limits the amount of Expenses that the former can give to the latter for Protocol Activations."
"Basically, we still have access to Protocols, but they lack their usual impact," Emperor Vulcan said.
"However, they can still come in handy, and I can recommend a Protocol to you right off the bat," Empress Gaia said, "since we Monarchs can communicate easily with any of our Summoned Patrons, we have just learned that meat is the preferred food within the Immortal Empire. The Mensam Jucunda Protocol will instantly provide any army with the healthy, delectable larders. It is the go-to remedy for disrupted supply lines."
"Certain Protocols will rescue your troops, spread diseases, repair ships on the fly," Empress Hecate continued, "some will spy on your foes, some will summon reinforcements, and some will reflect attacks back to their source. Of course, as mentioned, Protocols can be dependent on Expenses."
"Expenses that we of SHEATHES-10 will pay on your behalf, as a sign of goodwill for helping us find our way," Emperor Vulcan said, leaving out the part where Dante would not consider Protocols gifted to other Factions as Protocols activated by SHEATHES-10.
"Then again, you might prefer more immediate compensation instead of having to wait around for an opportunity to use a Protocol," Empress Gaia said, "we Monarchs can make arrangements for that, too. Each one of us is a master in our field of expertise. I on Nature. Emperor Vulcan on Technology. And Empress Hecate on the Fantastical."
"Any one of us would be honored to repay what you have done for us today," Empress Hecate nodded.
Elsewhere, a less political discussion was brewing.
"One wooden War Scythe coming up!" Damien smiled, pleased to be seeing some action.
The weapon assembled itself in mid-air, laying itself at Greigor's feet.
"En garde," Damien said happily, gigantic claymore raising itself upwards...
Back at the meeting, Mary thought briefly before she spoke her question. She didn’t want to insult her guests with her question. “So, Emperor Vulcan, you are a master of technology and science. Empress Gaia specializes in nature and all that it encompasses. But you Empress Hecate, I’m not entirely sure what it is that you specialize in. Could you elaborate?”
Empress Hecate took a breath.
"Magic, my dear," Empress Hecate said, "Magic. It is what my State, the Arcana State, represents. That which is Supernatural, Mythological, Fantastical; those things are my domain."
The mask of the azure-hued Monarch rattled for a second.
"Of course, I'm don't really use True Magic; such things are forbidden to me. I use an Invented Magic, one that doesn't require me to invoke any 'unclean', 'unauthorized' or 'unholy' forces. However, it still counts as Magic in the sense that it cannot be explained or reasoned away by any Science, Logic or Reality."
"It's a dreadfully complicated subject, I know," Empress Gaia said, rolling her eyes, "especially the part where her 'Magics' have conformed to this Reality's opinion on the matter."
"But enough about us," Empress Hecate said, "we've made our offers, and you're free to pick and choose as you wish. However, we have to be clear about one thing: we of SHEATHES-10 are here to discover and learn about other factions. It is the reason why we exist in this universe in the first place. And nothing would delight us more than to learn about you. We know your name and dietary habits, oh great Immortal Empire. But what of your exploits? What of your culture, your military, your arts, your peoples?"
"Such things, of course, can be confidential," Emperor Vulcan said, "and what differs an Exploration-Oriented SHEATHES from an Espionage-Oriented SHEATHES is that we don't force the matter. We'll learn only that which you are comfortable with divulging."
"And now you know why we are soon to switch our stance from Pure Neutral to Benevolent Neutral," Empress Gaia said, "the more comfortable factions are with us, the more information they will be willing to give. But they can only be more comfortable with us if we prove ourselves to be trustworthy. And trust, in these times of conflict, can be hard to earn indeed..."
“The Immortal Empire,” Mary smiled as she thought how to best describe the faction she represented. “is made up of twelve regions with each region falling under the authority of one of the Council of Thirteen’s members. Here we are in Region 1, which is ruled by Klester. As I’m sure you realized, with twelve regions and thirteen council members, some thing doesn’t quite add up. The Overlord, while part of the council, sits above it and doesn’t rule over one region. He is somewhere between an eccentric genius and raving madman.
“Our purpose, the purpose we have given ourselves is nothing less than the subjugation of the very universe. To understand ever aspect of it and then use this knowledge to better ourselves. We seek to ever improve ourselves, never remaining static. For we believe that being in stasis is tantamount to being dead. This is actually why I asked what you specialize in, Empress Hecate. We are knowledgeable on machines, we are knowledgeable on the biological. What we don’t know is magic. We have seen examples of it across this galaxy, but never enough that we could study, never enough to take it as more than mere illusions. This is a rare opportunity to delve into something we have no knowledge of. Which is why, Empress Hecate, I would be honored if you would teach me what you can about your craft.
“But that can be for a later time. You asked about our culture, our art, and our people. We are conquerors, but not mindless raiders. He look at what a species, a civilization has to offer. We analyze and study. We determine whether it would benefit us more to leave them alone, or maybe to ally with them, or to make them a part of us. We carefully consider the ramifications of our actions, so that we don’t find ourselves overwhelmed by those seeking revenge. Mostly, that is. The war you have heard of is a miscalculation on our part.” Mary let out a sigh before adding, “That and Carron, a fellow council member, decided it was a good idea to attack before we were properly prepared. Er, if you should ever be unfortunate enough to meet him I’d ask that you not hold anything against us. He takes the term ‘loose cannon’ and cranks it up to eleven and a half.”
Mary was quiet for a moment, ridding her mind of Carron and his absurd antics. “Our art, well there is quite a lot of it. Too much to speak on even if we had a month. But you are more than welcome to graze through our computers to look at or hear it, though experiencing it in person is far more enjoyable.
“As for our people, you have already met the cli’sorr and the humans. The only other species that are part of our empire are the amood. They are…” Mary stopped and turned as a several loud cracks drew her attention to the door. The door opened in time for Damien to fly through. He twisted in the air before landing on his feet. As he rose he shouted, “You cheated! I thought you were going to match my strength!”
Greigor stepped through the door, the wooden scythe in both hands. ”Sorry ‘bout that. Got a little excited.”
As the two resumed their fight the Emerald Sword stepped through the door with Greigor’s warscythe across his soldiers. As Mary returned to her conversation, the Emerald Sword walked over to stand by her.
“As I was saying, the amood are a race of large, bipedal mammals. The vast majority of them are not what one would call intelligent. Occasionally though, there will be one that is born with a blue crest on the top of their head. These ones are as intelligent as any sentient. There are other species, but they are in the process of being integrated into our society, so I won’t go into too much detail about them.”
As Mary continued to convey the Immortal Empire with words, Greigor worked to convey the same message with blade and skill. Damien and Greigor traded blows that could easily kill any normal man, despite the relative non-lethality of their weapons. Each seeking some flaw, some weakness in the others technique that they might exploit. Despite the ferocity and speed of the two, neither was giving it their all. This was a competition of skill, not of strength or speed. It was mostly for fun though. Damien was quick on his feet and his skill with a blade was something fearsome. Greigor’s every movement was fluid and his attacks flowed together making it difficult to get an opening. Currently the High Lord was taking the offensive, pushing the Patron back. Damien suddenly surged forth, positioning himself where Greigor’s blade couldn’t hit him. Greigor shifted his grip, widening his hold on his weapon to better block Damien’s new onslaught. He used the scythe like one might a quarter staff, blocking many of the blows with the handle. The High Lord suddenly struck, using many short strikes to force Damien back. He resumed the offensive, his sweeping attacks coming from every angle. The Patron shifted as to not be overwhelmed. He then responded in kind, sending strikes where the councilman’s guarded was weakest. The two continued to fight even as Mary finished.
"Well," Damien said raising an eyebrow, "if you're not going to match my strength, I'm going to have to match yours. Monarchs, this Manifestation requests additional Expenditures."
"Belay that," Dante said quickly, "Zwei, we do not have time for your antics. The Monarchs are hard-pressed to maintain our current Manifestations as it is."
"I disagree," Empress Gaia said sweetly, "if we're going to learn about our hosts, we might as well see their combat prowess as well. Additional Expenditures inbound."
"Receiving," Damien smiled. The air around him began to crackle. His claymores split into four once more, but this time, they retained their size.
"I swear," Dante said with a sigh, "you'll be the death of SHEATHES-10."
"And speaking of that," Emperor Vulcan said, "stealth and espionage will not be our goal. In fact, it isn't even feasible. You see, anything and everything pertaining to SHEATHES-10 can only exist within its Territory, be it Subject or Monarch. Our units may go into stealth-mode, but their presence will still be given away by SHEATHES-10 Territory, that is the softly shimmering 'Aura' you see around us."
Emperor Vulcan took a step forward and shoved his hand out of the 'Aura' boundary. The hand disappeared, leaving a glowing red stump in its absence.
"For us to go sneaking about your Empire is virtually impossible. That should earn us a few more trust points, don't you think?"
"Your faction intrigues me," Empress Gaia nodded, turning her attention back to her host as Damien charged in the background. His speed and agility had increased drastically. The air made snapping sounds as he moved, as if a large whip cracked every time he dashed and dodged. "I feel that the subjugation of an entire universe is a rather radical move, but to each his own, I suppose."
"I'm afraid my craft cannot be taught," Empress Hecate said, "if it were True Magic, and not the Invented Magic I've recently mentioned, then it could be passed on. However, I can have my Subjects provide you with Enchantments and Spells that can be stored and used for future use. Furthermore, since I will be attempting to learn about other Magic-Oriented factions more, I could direct you to learn from those who I discover, if they are will to let me divulge their existence. Such a scenario could produce more allies for you in the future."
In the background, the noise of combat had intensified. However, as violent as it had become, somehow it still remained fun. Both combatants enjoyed and played it out as if their duel was a video game. Dante was itching to put a pullet into his cousin's kneecap, but he decided that someone had to act like a 'Patron'.
Greigor grunted with effort, the sound distorted by his helmet. Damien had stepped it up considerably and was now fighting at a much higher level. His speed and power had jumped considerably. The High Lord was fending off the four swords, but just barely. His scythe was moving so fast the air was making something of a thunder clap each time he swung. Behind his helmet, Greigor grinned. He might as well step it up as well. Greigor vanished in a thunder clap, only to immediately reappear behind the Patron. He brought his wooden scythe crashing down at hyper-sonic speeds. One of the Patron’s swords moved to intercept but only served to slow the scythe. This proved enough for Damien to dodge Greigor’s attack. The two resumed, the room filling with a thunderous roar as their weapons split the air.
Mary had to shout to be heard over the noise the two where making. “I don’t think that was a very good idea! I really think we should stop them before they get too out of control!”
"They have Shukuchi-Type abilities here too?" Damien grinned, "we should have set up a STABS in this Galaxy sooner. These people are my kind of people."
Suddenly, there were two Damiens. Upon closer inspection, both had a slight blur to them, but to the untrained eye, it appeared as if the guy had cloned himself. To Dante, it was simply Damien moving at such speeds back and forth between two places that he left afterimages at each one.
And then, both Damiens leaped towards Greigor, eight swords striking.
"Enough," Dante said.
Instantly, there was one Damien again, and this one was retrained by what appeared to be razor wire that Dante had shot out from the tips of his fingers. The Monarchs blinked, somewhat surprised. While it was true that Dante got the lion's share in terms of Expenditures at the moment, they hadn't expected him to be able to strike fast enough to match Damien's speeds.
"Do you mind, Zwei?" Dante said in a low voice, "we are trying to have a meeting. I apologize for my colleague's incompetence. I assure you that steps will be taken to prevent mishaps in future meetings."
"How about we call it a draw?" Damien chuckled as the wires retracted.
Greigor pulled back his hood and reached up to pull his helmet off. “What are you talking about? I was clearly going to win that.” Greigor vanished in a thunder clap and reappeared standing in front of the Emerald Sword. “My scythe, please.” As he took his weapon Greigor turned to regard Patron Zwei. “I don’t know what you made those weapons out of, or how for that matter, but they held up remarkably well considering how fast they were moving. And such speed! The only person I’ve seen move faster is The Dragon himself!”
Mary sighed. “Now that that is over with. Empress Hecate, I appreciate any help you can give us on the matter we discussed. Now, I do believe you came here seeking a map.” A holo-map of the galaxy manifested itself over the table they were all gathered around. “Here are the borders of all the empires we know of. And here are several smaller, local nations and species that we have discovered.” Across the map green areas appeared to represent the borders of the nations. Some of these areas turned red while others turned yellow. “The ones you see in red have been actively hostile to all, as far as we can tell that is. The yellow ones are pre-space fairing civilizations. So, any place in particular catch your fancy?”
"Perhaps The Dragon and I can have a sparring match someday," Damien said excitedly, "maybe when the Monarchs can spare more Expenditures for my Manifestation."
Dante had run his eyes all over the map by now.
"There," he said, pointing to an uninhabited corner of the galaxy, by its outermost arm, "that was the place we had nominated for our Target Zone. We had scouted it out prior to the 'mishap' that placed severe limits on any kind of SHEATHES-10 limits within this galaxy. The Monarchs tried to Summon us to those coordinates, but for some reason, we wound up here."
"And that's not all," Empress Gaia said, "we're not the only Manifestations within Ancerious. A few have been sent to random spots in the galaxy. Apparently, we and our 'Patrons' were fragmented on the way in."
"That will be resolved once all our fragments rendezvous at the intended coordinates," Emperor Vulcan said, "for now, we must take our leave. The sooner we set up shop, the sooner we can set up more formal meetings with the factions here."
"Although, it would be rude for me to leave without some sort of 'thank you'," Empress Hecate said, "Patron Eins, I request a Territory Bubble."
"Granted," Dante said, "for what?"
"This is a crate of Phoenix Sigils," Empress Hecate said, producing a box with over three dozen glowing blue symbols within, each one set within a Magic Circle of sorts, surrounded by smaller, finer text. "Place those on anything you want, be it soldier, ship or starbase. If the object you've placed the Phoenix Sigil on is destroyed, it will reconstitute freely. In my current situation, repeated resurrections will tire me out, but I shall try to help as much as I can. Be warned: the larger, more powerful, or more expensive the object, the long it takes to rise from its ashes. I recommend you place it on a high-ranking soldier."
"The Territory Bubble will last for a few months," Empress Gaia explained, "it is what we use to maintain the existence of gifts we may give to other factions, otherwise they will cease to exist outside SHEATHES-10 Territory."
"I've locked onto the coordinates," Dante said, "the others are making their way to it as we speak."
"Anything else you'd like to discuss before we set off?" Damien said, attempting to get something productive done, "perhaps you can tell us which places to avoid so as not to get in your way, maybe for the next few months? Granted, if a battle happens, we are bound to play the part of benefactors to all sides without bias, but when it comes to covert affairs, it'd be better if we didn't have a hand for or against anyone."
Mary just smiled at Damien, “Don’t worry too much about that. Emperor Vulcan, Empress Gaia, Empress Hecate, Patron Eins, Patron Zwei; I thank you all for this. It is always nice to discover new people. And you are all definitely something we’ve never seen before. I hope you all remain safe and that you make it to your destination without anymore incidents. And Empress Hecate, thank you for your gift. With any luck it won’t need to be used at all.”
Greigor gave a short chuckle, “Zwei, you ever want to an uninterrupted bout just let me know. I’ll show you some more of our tricks.” Greigor’s fist began to give off a green glow as emerald lightning arced off it.
"This has been a great pleasure," Empress Gaia said, "peace and prosperity to you."
With that, she and the other Monarchs gave Dante and Damien a node before they dissipated themselves into colored motes, then disappearing altogether.
Before Dante and Damien left too, the former turned to the Monarch's hosts and smiled.
"I noticed you avoided giving the Monarchs a heads up on how to stay out of your way," he said, "perhaps you should have. They would much rather not meddle in your affairs, on purpose or...accidentally."
Mary just smiled at Damien, “Those that we are at war with: Tenebrae, the Union of Worlds. Be careful near them. Not that they would be a threat to you, but you might end up in the crossfire. Emperor Vulcan, Empress Gaia, Empress Hecate, Patron Eins, Patron Zwei; I thank you all for this. It is always nice to discover new people. And you are all definitely something we’ve never seen before. I hope you all remain safe and that you make it to your destination without anymore incidents. And Empress Hecate, thank you for your gift. With any luck it won’t need to be used at all.”
"We shall relay that information," Dante said, "thank you."
Greigor gave a short chuckle, “Zwei, you ever want to an uninterrupted bout just let me know. I’ll show you some more of our tricks.” Greigor’s fist began to give off a green glow as emerald lightning arced off it.
"It's a date, then, my darling," Damien said teasingly.
And with that, the Patrons were gone as well.
“Yes? What is it?”
The voice that spoke from the console in her desk sounded confused.
“Um. Ma’am? We’re getting a hailing signal from, what observation drones have shown to be, two people riding in a carriage that’s being drawn by two horses. That are on fire… The horse, that is, not the carriage itself.”
“Listen, I know that it can get dull around here but that doesn’t mean you get to try and pull pranks on me.”
“No prank ma’am. I’ll send the feed straight to your room if you don’t believe me.”
Drais looked over at the monitor as the feed from the drones was rerouted to her office. She looked and saw just what the man described. Two people seated in an open topped carriage that was being drawn by two fiery steeds. She kept her eyes on the screen as she leaned over to speak directly into the console.
“Has this been verified?”
“Yes. I personally check it five times. It is genuine.”
“Well, then what do they want?”
“To speak with us.”
Drais looked over to the console and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Name’s Eric, ma’am. Eric Dunwalt.”
“Well Eric, I want you to send what could quite possibly be the most important signal to ever come from this pit of a system.”
“And what’s that ma’am?”
“I want you to send a signal detailing what has happened so far to the ‘Saint’s Procession.’ Let them know we’ve made first contact with a new, and quite possibly very powerful, alien species.”
“Right away ma’am.”
The ‘Saint’s Procession’ was notified and the two visitors were directed to a space station near the system’s fourth planet.
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"Sir, we've made contact with a Resident Faction," Scheidel spoke up in Dante's mind, who winced at the loudness of the words.
"Have they replied?"
"As of right now, no. But our signal has been received, so it's only a matter of time."
"Good," Damien said, taking over, "tell them that we've a small detachment on their Star. The more honest we are, the less chances of the situation becoming hostile. Make sure they know that we're nothing more than tourists, but that we're a bit lost. We can ask them for directions after the meeting."
"Yessir," Scheidel thought back.
"I'll park us right here," Dante said, the carriage slowing down, "we've made our presence known. It would not be prudent to carry on forwards; it might give them the impression of aggression."
"After a taste of these," Damien smiled, unveiling the confectioneries he'd baked on the way to civilization, "I highly doubt anyone will think we're here for trouble."
"I hope nobody here is allergic to berries," Dante said, gazing into the distance.
Back on the sun, the Monarchs listened to the updates of their 'Patrons'.
"We have contact?" Empress Gaia said, delighted, "our first in Ancerious, so it would seem. Shall we prepare a goodwill convoy?"
"I second the notion," Emperor Vulcan said.
"It has my vote," Empress Hecate cooed.
"As you wish, Monarchs," Valeria nodded, "but would you heed my advice on the matter?"
"Continue," Empress Gaia said.
"Please wait until Dante and Damien have established as to whether the Residents are hostile or welcoming," Valeria said, "you may need to Manifest Soldiers instead of Explorers..."
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Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Mary parried a blow from above, deflecting it away to her right. She then lashed out with the sword in her left hand only for it to be blocked.
“You can’t let Carron interrogate them.” With her right she slashed up, only to cut air. “He’ll kill three of them and then torture a fourth just to learn his name.” She weaved out of the way as the warscythe lashed out and bit into the floor of the training arena.
”True.” Greigor pulled his weapon from the floor and blocked two of Mary’s attacks. ”But he will actually get useful info out of the rest, and find out how to best put them down at the same time." Griegor knocked aside one of Mary’s swords and brought his scythe down, but cut only air. ”He may act the fool but Carron is still quite cunning. He knows better than to kill all our prisoners." He stepped back just in time to avoid one blade, but had to block the other. Mary was about to respond when CABAL cut in on their debate.
I HAVE BEEN SENT A MOST INTERSTING MESSAGE. IT APPEARS THAT THE LYNCTROPE SYSTEM IS NOW THE SIGHT OF FIRST CONTACT WITH A NEW ALIEN SPECIES. AND WHAT A SIGHT IT IS.
Greigor grunted and said, ”Just kill ‘em. We have enough problems with aliens as it is. Last thing we need is for a new species to add to it all.”
Mary reach up and pulled off her helmet. “Oh yes. That would do wonders for our current situation. Let’s declare war on ANOTHER race. CABAL, could I see this message?”
OF COURSE.
The message played out before her. Greigor walked over and watched as well. When the video had run its course Greigor chuckled. ”Someone has to have a spine made of iron to send this to us." Mary reached up and knock Greigor’s helmet.
“Idiot. No sane person would send this just to try and mess with us.”
”What about that one time some one sent you several terabytes of…”
“THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!”
Greigor chuckled again before adding, ”So you think this is worth our time?”
Mary looked back at a still image of the carriage flying through the vacuum of space. “If this proves to be true then most definitely yes. I’ll have a ship dispatch to construct a void portal.”
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Drais bowed slightly, welcoming the visitors as they disembarked from their transport. “I welcome you to the Immortal Empire. I’m afraid that I’m not experienced enough to handle first contact, so someone is on their way right now to meet with you. They will be here within the hour.”
"We can wait," Dante nodded, "in the meantime, please accept these as a goodwill offering."
Damien proceeded to wheel out a trolley full of quality pies, made with the freshest ingredients. Freshest, because he had to materialize them on the spot. Thankfully, he did remember to shield them from any harmful additives, like random cosmic radiation or space debris. The scent of the pies permeated the place, a warm, soothing aroma that spoke of lush meadows, ripe berry fields, and carefree lives.
"I believe our Hailing Signal has already introduced us to you. I'm 'Patron Eins' and that is 'Patron Zwei' of SHEATHES-10. We can get to the nitty-gritty and specifics later." Dante dismissed the carriage into a sandstorm of particles that faded out of view. "May we have the pleasure of knowing the name of our host?"
“I am Baron Drais’loep, and I am in charge of this system. Though, most find it annoying to say my full name, so Drais will do just fine. And unless one of those is a meat pie I’ll have to politely decline.” At this she smiled and pointed to her teeth. “My species are carnivores, so I can’t really enjoy them. But everyone else is more than welcome to them.” She turned as she announced this to the crew in the hangar. They were barely working anyways, distracted as they were by the visitors. She smiled slightly as she stood aside to let them enjoy the treats given to them. They laughed and joked amongst themselves as they helped themselves.
Back on the Sun, Scheidel informed the Monarchs of the situation
"Smart, dangerous, and flesh-eaters?" Dante said to Damien, placing a hand on his chin after the Baron spoke, "is there a better ally, Zwei?"
"They're eating my pies," Dante's cousin shrugged, "That's all that matters, Eins."
The ensuring conversation between Drais and the 'Patrons' went well, but all the while they talked, Dante and Damien observed the place. They watched the workers eat the pies, making a mental note to Scheidel, who relayed the information to the Monarchs.
"Carnivores?" Empress Hecate said, "sounds like they're your kind of people, Gaia."
"I'm an Omnivore," the Monarch of the Natura State shrugged, "Vegetables, Meat and Terrain are fair game."
"Ask Dante to broadcast a small SHEATHES Territory around himself as soon as he is permitted to," Emperor Gaia said, "I and my colleagues would like to meet up with this new faction in the near future."
"Done," Scheidel said.
Twenty nine minutes after its departure the void ship arrived and made straight for the station. Once on the station itself several workers began to rapidly assemble the void portal that would allow Mary and Greigor to arrive. In short order they had the device set up. A hole in the reality of the universe opened and connected with the portal located on the ‘Saint’s Procession.’ Mary stepped out of the opening, followed by Greigor and a member of the Emerald Swords. Mary had come without her swords, but Greigor and the Emerald Sword still had their favored weapon strapped to their back. Mary reached up and pulled her helmet from her head and tucked it under her arm. She smiled at the two patrons that stood before her. “Greetings. I am Mary, Ninth Seat on the Council of Thirteen. And this,” she motioned over her shoulder, “is High Lord Greigor, Eighth Seat on the Council of Thirteen.”
Greigor grunted and said, ”Yeah, hi.”
When the newcomers arrived and introduced themselves as high-ranking entities, Dante and Damien got up from their seats and nodded.
"Patron Eins and Patron Zwei," Dante said, "pleased to meet your acquaintance."
"Nice gear," Damien said, spying the Warscythe and the other weapons sported by their hosts, "I'm more of a claymore person, myself, but melee is melee."
"You can discuss toys later, Zwei," Dante said, rolling his eyes, "we have more important matters to attend to right now."
"They're not toys," Damien grumbled, "they are the tools of manly men."
"I'll cut to the chase," Dante said, ignoring his cousin, "the faction I represent have appeared in you system by accident. Our data on this galaxy is faulty: due to certain...circumstances...attempts to secure data on this galaxy using external means yield no results. We do not know where we are, nether do we know where we must go. We are a Neutral Faction, which means we cannot show bias for or against you. However, that doesn't mean we cannot recompense any help you provide to us."
Dante took a breath.
"We of SHEATHES-10 request a galactic map. Also, as SHEATHES-10 is a faction dedicated to exploration, we request the privilege of maintaining contact with you, even after we set up shop where we originally meant to."
Mary thought for a moment. “You say that you represent a neutral faction? A truly neutral faction? Meaning that no matter what, as long as we don’t attack you won’t move against us?”
"You are correct in that regard," Dante confirmed, "but the Neutrality of SHEATHES-10 is different. We do not operate on an 'eye for an eye' basis. If you were to attack us, we would simply cut down on our losses and attempt to pacify you. On the first time, we will compromise. On the second time, we will negotiate. One the third time, we will deliver an ultimatum, and only when that is ignored will we retaliate. Essentially, aggressors get three strikes for every one strike we perform, and after we retaliate, the tally of strikes is reset to zero."
Dante shrugged.
"Some say it's mistake to be so lenient to potential enemies," he said, "but SHEATHES-10 is an Exploration-Oriented faction. We don't care about the affairs of others, so much as we care about meeting and learning about them."
”See? These are the kind of people that we can really get along with.” Greigor’s voice boomed through the room they were meeting in. ”And YOU!” Greigor pointed down at Damien. ”A warscythe is far superior to a simple sword. The difficulty in guarding against it is…” Here Greigor was cut off as Mary interjected.
“Anyway! We would be more than willing to grant you access to one of our galactic maps. And of course we can maintain contact. Truthfully we are completely fascinated by your faction and look forward to learning more about you and those you represent.”
Damien had focused on a different set of Gregor's words, namely his opinion on weaponry.
"The simplest things are often the most versatile," he said, "the claymore combines both power and versatility into one unit. Please observe..."
'Patron Zwei' raised his hands upward, and four wooden training swords materialized. He could only manage simple materials in his current state, unlike Dante, who could manipulate matter and energy almost as well as a Tier 2 Manifestation that hadn't been tampered with by the Locking Glyphs.
"With a scythe, your range is limited. With the claymore, you can perform all sorts of maneuvers..."
The wooden claymores swirled around Damien, hacking, stabbing, slashing, parrying and blocking each other. The loud 'clacks' were evidence of the forces that manipulated the swords, and yet the fact that it was the 'clack' of wood and not the 'clang' of metal made it clear that this was all just for fun.
"Not to mention," Damien continued, "a scythe is only as dangerous as its head. Once a quick, nimble opponent gets within the 'kill-zone' of a scythe's head, it's often not a pretty pictur-!"
"We thank you for your kindness," Dante said, delivering a sharp rap to Damien's head to silence his chatter, "we would like the galactic map as soon as possible. And, if this isn't too much to ask, may we Summon the leader's of the Faction we represent? They are most eager to meet you."
“We can have the map ready for you shortly. And of course we would be more than happy to meet them.”
Greigor now completely ignoring the diplomacy happening next to him continued his own conversation with Damien. ”What you said is mostly true. But consider this. A sword’s reach is limited compared to that of my warscythe. Someone would have to navigate their way through my attacks unscathed just to get close enough to strike me! Even then they still need to get past my guard. And as I was going to mention, swords are predictable and easy to guard against.”
*AHEM*
Greigor looked down at Mary, then back towards Damien.
”Want to carry on this conversation somewhere we won’t be interrupted?” The two left with Griegor continuing to rant about the superiority of scythes over swords. The Emerald Sword, who had remained silent until now, leaned over and spoke into Mary's ear. ”I’ll go with him and try to keep him from getting too out of hand.”
Mary sighed, but smiled again as the Emerald Sword left after the other two. “Sorry about that. He can get a little out of hand sometimes.”
"You're telling me," Dante sighed, "honestly, if Zwei wasn't so valuable, I'd.."
Dante made a shooting motion with his hand. Damien was currently making his own reply; he stated that claymores were distinguished for having an obscene reach themselves, and their kill zone substantially larger than a scythe's, and that they were a danger at close or long ranges.
"But, the unruly comrades can be a topic for another day," Dante rolled his eyes as his cousin continued to put up a friendly debate, "For now..."
A multi-colored Aura, subtle and soft yet unusual and unmistakable, seeped through the air; Dante was its center, and he was focusing while creating it, eyes closed, deep in thought.
"...allow me to introduce the Monarchs of SHEATHES-10, whom I am 'Patron' to."
The glowing motes within the 'Aura' that was the SHEATHES-10 Territory gathered in on themselves. Three figures materialized.
"It's an honor to make your acquaintance," boomed an elder-looking man that could have passed off as a stereotypical grizzled Space Marine, were it not for the fact that he was twice Dante's size, had glowing red eyes and hair, and was partially see-through in certain areas.
"We thank you for receiving our 'Patrons' so kindly," the second Monarch that spoke was a robust, flower-encrusted lady, taller than the red-colored Monarch, and she was decked in a green dress that looked like someone had draped an entire meadow onto her.
"And we thank you for the assistance you are willing to provide," the third Monarch was a masked lady, even more translucent than her colleagues, swathed in flowing robes and arcane sigils. Numerous crystals floated around her, and her voice was angelic, compared to the first Monarch's gruff tone and the second Monarch's cheery speech.
"Emperor Vulcan of the Machina State, Empress Gaia of the Natura State, and Empress Hecate of the Arcana State," Dante said, pointing to each one in their turn, "they rule over, they maintain, and they are the very existence of SHEATHES-10 itself."
"We're just a bunch of explorers," Empress Gaia chuckled, "and speaking of meeting new folk, to which faction it is do we owe sign of good-will, to recompense the favor you have shown to us?"
“Well. That was quick. Oh, ahem. Pardon me. Welcome. We are known as the Immortal Empire. As I have told your patrons, I am Mary Ninth Seat on the Council of Thirteen, the ruling body of our empire. And my colleague, Greigor, is currently off somewhere talking with Patron Zwei about whose weapon is superior.”
Indeed, Greigor was doing just that. Only the two were becoming much more animated as the argument continued. Greigor’s warscythe was in his hands and he was moving through several practice moves. Sparks flew as the blade left a deep gouge in the floor and wall as he swung it up and redirected it into a vertical slash.
”HA! Told you I wasn’t limited by confined spaces. As you can see the blade is perfectly capable of slicing through just about any material, and with very little resistance I might add. This ‘short coming,’ as you put it, is rectified by superior materials.” The weapon dance in his hands before he swung it up and let it continue until it hit his back, where it locked in place.
"Perhaps you should have brought 'Patron Sechs' instead," Empress Gaia rolled her eyes, "I had a feeling 'Patron Zwei' would start chattering about weapons sooner or later."
"A conversation with the the heads of SHEATHES-10 will always be quick for as long as they have their 'Patrons'," Dante said in response to Mary, "all I need to do is spread out SHEATHES-10 Territory into an area. And since Monarchs are their very Territory, presto! They're already here."
"The Immortal Empire, was it?" Empress Hecate said, "we'd sent a few scouts into this Galaxy prior to, er, the occurrence of a most unfortunate mishap. We'd heard rumors that you had been involved in a war with the Tenebrae Empire not too long ago. Is this true? And if so, may we offer a quick apology for not being here sooner. You see, once SHEATHES-10 switches its stance from Pure Neutral to Benevolent Neutral, we'll be giving aid to factions without bias. Had we been here, who knows how many injured we could have rescued. Who knows how many lives could have been returned to their families?"
"Of course, Benevolent Neutrality doesn't equate to nosiness," Emperor Vulcan said quickly, "we shan't be getting in anybody's way. If another happens, SHEATHES-10 will not be directly hindering the actions of any side, neither will be meddling in anybody's affairs. You will know where our Vessels are at all times, so that way you will know not to fire upon them while we're scooping up your injured, and the injured of your enemies, or augmenting everybody's fleets from outside of the battlefield."
"Further Diplomatic topics can be ironed out after we set up shop," Empress Gaia nodded, "for now, please tell us how we may repay you for your hospitality and help. We cannot act against anyone, or perform missions that may violate our Neutrality, but we feel that it would be rude of us not to acknowledge all the help you have provided."
"Perhaps I can be of assistance here," Dante said, "the power of my Manifestation is greatly reduced, yes, but that doesn't mean I can't perform a Protocol or two on the behalf of the Immortal Empire."
"Well, that broadens your options," Empress Hecate said cheerfully.
And while factions were doing a talk, Damien was doing a walk.
"I never said that your Scythe was limited," Damien said, "I was talking in a general sense. Of course the ability to cut through virtually any substance eliminates maneuverability problems greatly. But not all War Scythes have that kind of ability."
Damien fused the four wooded claymores into a massive sword, nearly five meters long. The weapon was floating, as usual, mentally controlled by Damien.
"Besides, if you're facing someone with a special sword, a special scythe is going to have the same problems as an ordinary scythe versus an ordinary sword."
Damien swept an arm to the side, and the massive claymore performed several slashes in front of him, pointing away from Greigor to disqualify any misconceptions of a challenge.
"By the way, those were some fine combat moves," Damien said with a sincere grin.
”Combat moves? Try training exercises. But my point was that not just the blade of the weapon need be dangerous. With the proper application of material, technology, and most importantly, skill, the entire weapon can land a killing blow, not just the obvious parts. But it has become quite apparent that words simply aren’t enough, and I’ve seen considerable skill in how you ‘handled’ those blades. I wish to test you in battle. Poof me up a wooden scythe and I’ll show you its superiority. And don’t worry, I’ll try not to squish you.”
While Greigor was pushing the bounds of diplomatic neutrality, Mary was busy learning more about the Monarchs of SHEATHES-10.
“So, a Protocol. What is that?”
"A Protocol describes any ability that a 'Patron', that is someone like me, is invoked to use via certain Expenses. The Protocol's overall potency, versatility and complexity depends on a few factors, but usually on the same Expenses used to invoke the 'Patron'. Protocols can be anything, from offensive to defensive powers."
Dante sighed, a tiny hint of irritation in his eyes.
"Unfortunately, the same 'problems' that have caused both the Monarchs and their 'Patrons' to be lost, unable to obtain data on this Galaxy using external means, also limits the amount of Expenses that the former can give to the latter for Protocol Activations."
"Basically, we still have access to Protocols, but they lack their usual impact," Emperor Vulcan said.
"However, they can still come in handy, and I can recommend a Protocol to you right off the bat," Empress Gaia said, "since we Monarchs can communicate easily with any of our Summoned Patrons, we have just learned that meat is the preferred food within the Immortal Empire. The Mensam Jucunda Protocol will instantly provide any army with the healthy, delectable larders. It is the go-to remedy for disrupted supply lines."
"Certain Protocols will rescue your troops, spread diseases, repair ships on the fly," Empress Hecate continued, "some will spy on your foes, some will summon reinforcements, and some will reflect attacks back to their source. Of course, as mentioned, Protocols can be dependent on Expenses."
"Expenses that we of SHEATHES-10 will pay on your behalf, as a sign of goodwill for helping us find our way," Emperor Vulcan said, leaving out the part where Dante would not consider Protocols gifted to other Factions as Protocols activated by SHEATHES-10.
"Then again, you might prefer more immediate compensation instead of having to wait around for an opportunity to use a Protocol," Empress Gaia said, "we Monarchs can make arrangements for that, too. Each one of us is a master in our field of expertise. I on Nature. Emperor Vulcan on Technology. And Empress Hecate on the Fantastical."
"Any one of us would be honored to repay what you have done for us today," Empress Hecate nodded.
Elsewhere, a less political discussion was brewing.
"One wooden War Scythe coming up!" Damien smiled, pleased to be seeing some action.
The weapon assembled itself in mid-air, laying itself at Greigor's feet.
"En garde," Damien said happily, gigantic claymore raising itself upwards...
Back at the meeting, Mary thought briefly before she spoke her question. She didn’t want to insult her guests with her question. “So, Emperor Vulcan, you are a master of technology and science. Empress Gaia specializes in nature and all that it encompasses. But you Empress Hecate, I’m not entirely sure what it is that you specialize in. Could you elaborate?”
Empress Hecate took a breath.
"Magic, my dear," Empress Hecate said, "Magic. It is what my State, the Arcana State, represents. That which is Supernatural, Mythological, Fantastical; those things are my domain."
The mask of the azure-hued Monarch rattled for a second.
"Of course, I'm don't really use True Magic; such things are forbidden to me. I use an Invented Magic, one that doesn't require me to invoke any 'unclean', 'unauthorized' or 'unholy' forces. However, it still counts as Magic in the sense that it cannot be explained or reasoned away by any Science, Logic or Reality."
"It's a dreadfully complicated subject, I know," Empress Gaia said, rolling her eyes, "especially the part where her 'Magics' have conformed to this Reality's opinion on the matter."
"But enough about us," Empress Hecate said, "we've made our offers, and you're free to pick and choose as you wish. However, we have to be clear about one thing: we of SHEATHES-10 are here to discover and learn about other factions. It is the reason why we exist in this universe in the first place. And nothing would delight us more than to learn about you. We know your name and dietary habits, oh great Immortal Empire. But what of your exploits? What of your culture, your military, your arts, your peoples?"
"Such things, of course, can be confidential," Emperor Vulcan said, "and what differs an Exploration-Oriented SHEATHES from an Espionage-Oriented SHEATHES is that we don't force the matter. We'll learn only that which you are comfortable with divulging."
"And now you know why we are soon to switch our stance from Pure Neutral to Benevolent Neutral," Empress Gaia said, "the more comfortable factions are with us, the more information they will be willing to give. But they can only be more comfortable with us if we prove ourselves to be trustworthy. And trust, in these times of conflict, can be hard to earn indeed..."
“The Immortal Empire,” Mary smiled as she thought how to best describe the faction she represented. “is made up of twelve regions with each region falling under the authority of one of the Council of Thirteen’s members. Here we are in Region 1, which is ruled by Klester. As I’m sure you realized, with twelve regions and thirteen council members, some thing doesn’t quite add up. The Overlord, while part of the council, sits above it and doesn’t rule over one region. He is somewhere between an eccentric genius and raving madman.
“Our purpose, the purpose we have given ourselves is nothing less than the subjugation of the very universe. To understand ever aspect of it and then use this knowledge to better ourselves. We seek to ever improve ourselves, never remaining static. For we believe that being in stasis is tantamount to being dead. This is actually why I asked what you specialize in, Empress Hecate. We are knowledgeable on machines, we are knowledgeable on the biological. What we don’t know is magic. We have seen examples of it across this galaxy, but never enough that we could study, never enough to take it as more than mere illusions. This is a rare opportunity to delve into something we have no knowledge of. Which is why, Empress Hecate, I would be honored if you would teach me what you can about your craft.
“But that can be for a later time. You asked about our culture, our art, and our people. We are conquerors, but not mindless raiders. He look at what a species, a civilization has to offer. We analyze and study. We determine whether it would benefit us more to leave them alone, or maybe to ally with them, or to make them a part of us. We carefully consider the ramifications of our actions, so that we don’t find ourselves overwhelmed by those seeking revenge. Mostly, that is. The war you have heard of is a miscalculation on our part.” Mary let out a sigh before adding, “That and Carron, a fellow council member, decided it was a good idea to attack before we were properly prepared. Er, if you should ever be unfortunate enough to meet him I’d ask that you not hold anything against us. He takes the term ‘loose cannon’ and cranks it up to eleven and a half.”
Mary was quiet for a moment, ridding her mind of Carron and his absurd antics. “Our art, well there is quite a lot of it. Too much to speak on even if we had a month. But you are more than welcome to graze through our computers to look at or hear it, though experiencing it in person is far more enjoyable.
“As for our people, you have already met the cli’sorr and the humans. The only other species that are part of our empire are the amood. They are…” Mary stopped and turned as a several loud cracks drew her attention to the door. The door opened in time for Damien to fly through. He twisted in the air before landing on his feet. As he rose he shouted, “You cheated! I thought you were going to match my strength!”
Greigor stepped through the door, the wooden scythe in both hands. ”Sorry ‘bout that. Got a little excited.”
As the two resumed their fight the Emerald Sword stepped through the door with Greigor’s warscythe across his soldiers. As Mary returned to her conversation, the Emerald Sword walked over to stand by her.
“As I was saying, the amood are a race of large, bipedal mammals. The vast majority of them are not what one would call intelligent. Occasionally though, there will be one that is born with a blue crest on the top of their head. These ones are as intelligent as any sentient. There are other species, but they are in the process of being integrated into our society, so I won’t go into too much detail about them.”
As Mary continued to convey the Immortal Empire with words, Greigor worked to convey the same message with blade and skill. Damien and Greigor traded blows that could easily kill any normal man, despite the relative non-lethality of their weapons. Each seeking some flaw, some weakness in the others technique that they might exploit. Despite the ferocity and speed of the two, neither was giving it their all. This was a competition of skill, not of strength or speed. It was mostly for fun though. Damien was quick on his feet and his skill with a blade was something fearsome. Greigor’s every movement was fluid and his attacks flowed together making it difficult to get an opening. Currently the High Lord was taking the offensive, pushing the Patron back. Damien suddenly surged forth, positioning himself where Greigor’s blade couldn’t hit him. Greigor shifted his grip, widening his hold on his weapon to better block Damien’s new onslaught. He used the scythe like one might a quarter staff, blocking many of the blows with the handle. The High Lord suddenly struck, using many short strikes to force Damien back. He resumed the offensive, his sweeping attacks coming from every angle. The Patron shifted as to not be overwhelmed. He then responded in kind, sending strikes where the councilman’s guarded was weakest. The two continued to fight even as Mary finished.
"Well," Damien said raising an eyebrow, "if you're not going to match my strength, I'm going to have to match yours. Monarchs, this Manifestation requests additional Expenditures."
"Belay that," Dante said quickly, "Zwei, we do not have time for your antics. The Monarchs are hard-pressed to maintain our current Manifestations as it is."
"I disagree," Empress Gaia said sweetly, "if we're going to learn about our hosts, we might as well see their combat prowess as well. Additional Expenditures inbound."
"Receiving," Damien smiled. The air around him began to crackle. His claymores split into four once more, but this time, they retained their size.
"I swear," Dante said with a sigh, "you'll be the death of SHEATHES-10."
"And speaking of that," Emperor Vulcan said, "stealth and espionage will not be our goal. In fact, it isn't even feasible. You see, anything and everything pertaining to SHEATHES-10 can only exist within its Territory, be it Subject or Monarch. Our units may go into stealth-mode, but their presence will still be given away by SHEATHES-10 Territory, that is the softly shimmering 'Aura' you see around us."
Emperor Vulcan took a step forward and shoved his hand out of the 'Aura' boundary. The hand disappeared, leaving a glowing red stump in its absence.
"For us to go sneaking about your Empire is virtually impossible. That should earn us a few more trust points, don't you think?"
"Your faction intrigues me," Empress Gaia nodded, turning her attention back to her host as Damien charged in the background. His speed and agility had increased drastically. The air made snapping sounds as he moved, as if a large whip cracked every time he dashed and dodged. "I feel that the subjugation of an entire universe is a rather radical move, but to each his own, I suppose."
"I'm afraid my craft cannot be taught," Empress Hecate said, "if it were True Magic, and not the Invented Magic I've recently mentioned, then it could be passed on. However, I can have my Subjects provide you with Enchantments and Spells that can be stored and used for future use. Furthermore, since I will be attempting to learn about other Magic-Oriented factions more, I could direct you to learn from those who I discover, if they are will to let me divulge their existence. Such a scenario could produce more allies for you in the future."
In the background, the noise of combat had intensified. However, as violent as it had become, somehow it still remained fun. Both combatants enjoyed and played it out as if their duel was a video game. Dante was itching to put a pullet into his cousin's kneecap, but he decided that someone had to act like a 'Patron'.
Greigor grunted with effort, the sound distorted by his helmet. Damien had stepped it up considerably and was now fighting at a much higher level. His speed and power had jumped considerably. The High Lord was fending off the four swords, but just barely. His scythe was moving so fast the air was making something of a thunder clap each time he swung. Behind his helmet, Greigor grinned. He might as well step it up as well. Greigor vanished in a thunder clap, only to immediately reappear behind the Patron. He brought his wooden scythe crashing down at hyper-sonic speeds. One of the Patron’s swords moved to intercept but only served to slow the scythe. This proved enough for Damien to dodge Greigor’s attack. The two resumed, the room filling with a thunderous roar as their weapons split the air.
Mary had to shout to be heard over the noise the two where making. “I don’t think that was a very good idea! I really think we should stop them before they get too out of control!”
"They have Shukuchi-Type abilities here too?" Damien grinned, "we should have set up a STABS in this Galaxy sooner. These people are my kind of people."
Suddenly, there were two Damiens. Upon closer inspection, both had a slight blur to them, but to the untrained eye, it appeared as if the guy had cloned himself. To Dante, it was simply Damien moving at such speeds back and forth between two places that he left afterimages at each one.
And then, both Damiens leaped towards Greigor, eight swords striking.
"Enough," Dante said.
Instantly, there was one Damien again, and this one was retrained by what appeared to be razor wire that Dante had shot out from the tips of his fingers. The Monarchs blinked, somewhat surprised. While it was true that Dante got the lion's share in terms of Expenditures at the moment, they hadn't expected him to be able to strike fast enough to match Damien's speeds.
"Do you mind, Zwei?" Dante said in a low voice, "we are trying to have a meeting. I apologize for my colleague's incompetence. I assure you that steps will be taken to prevent mishaps in future meetings."
"How about we call it a draw?" Damien chuckled as the wires retracted.
Greigor pulled back his hood and reached up to pull his helmet off. “What are you talking about? I was clearly going to win that.” Greigor vanished in a thunder clap and reappeared standing in front of the Emerald Sword. “My scythe, please.” As he took his weapon Greigor turned to regard Patron Zwei. “I don’t know what you made those weapons out of, or how for that matter, but they held up remarkably well considering how fast they were moving. And such speed! The only person I’ve seen move faster is The Dragon himself!”
Mary sighed. “Now that that is over with. Empress Hecate, I appreciate any help you can give us on the matter we discussed. Now, I do believe you came here seeking a map.” A holo-map of the galaxy manifested itself over the table they were all gathered around. “Here are the borders of all the empires we know of. And here are several smaller, local nations and species that we have discovered.” Across the map green areas appeared to represent the borders of the nations. Some of these areas turned red while others turned yellow. “The ones you see in red have been actively hostile to all, as far as we can tell that is. The yellow ones are pre-space fairing civilizations. So, any place in particular catch your fancy?”
"Perhaps The Dragon and I can have a sparring match someday," Damien said excitedly, "maybe when the Monarchs can spare more Expenditures for my Manifestation."
Dante had run his eyes all over the map by now.
"There," he said, pointing to an uninhabited corner of the galaxy, by its outermost arm, "that was the place we had nominated for our Target Zone. We had scouted it out prior to the 'mishap' that placed severe limits on any kind of SHEATHES-10 limits within this galaxy. The Monarchs tried to Summon us to those coordinates, but for some reason, we wound up here."
"And that's not all," Empress Gaia said, "we're not the only Manifestations within Ancerious. A few have been sent to random spots in the galaxy. Apparently, we and our 'Patrons' were fragmented on the way in."
"That will be resolved once all our fragments rendezvous at the intended coordinates," Emperor Vulcan said, "for now, we must take our leave. The sooner we set up shop, the sooner we can set up more formal meetings with the factions here."
"Although, it would be rude for me to leave without some sort of 'thank you'," Empress Hecate said, "Patron Eins, I request a Territory Bubble."
"Granted," Dante said, "for what?"
"This is a crate of Phoenix Sigils," Empress Hecate said, producing a box with over three dozen glowing blue symbols within, each one set within a Magic Circle of sorts, surrounded by smaller, finer text. "Place those on anything you want, be it soldier, ship or starbase. If the object you've placed the Phoenix Sigil on is destroyed, it will reconstitute freely. In my current situation, repeated resurrections will tire me out, but I shall try to help as much as I can. Be warned: the larger, more powerful, or more expensive the object, the long it takes to rise from its ashes. I recommend you place it on a high-ranking soldier."
"The Territory Bubble will last for a few months," Empress Gaia explained, "it is what we use to maintain the existence of gifts we may give to other factions, otherwise they will cease to exist outside SHEATHES-10 Territory."
"I've locked onto the coordinates," Dante said, "the others are making their way to it as we speak."
"Anything else you'd like to discuss before we set off?" Damien said, attempting to get something productive done, "perhaps you can tell us which places to avoid so as not to get in your way, maybe for the next few months? Granted, if a battle happens, we are bound to play the part of benefactors to all sides without bias, but when it comes to covert affairs, it'd be better if we didn't have a hand for or against anyone."
Mary just smiled at Damien, “Don’t worry too much about that. Emperor Vulcan, Empress Gaia, Empress Hecate, Patron Eins, Patron Zwei; I thank you all for this. It is always nice to discover new people. And you are all definitely something we’ve never seen before. I hope you all remain safe and that you make it to your destination without anymore incidents. And Empress Hecate, thank you for your gift. With any luck it won’t need to be used at all.”
Greigor gave a short chuckle, “Zwei, you ever want to an uninterrupted bout just let me know. I’ll show you some more of our tricks.” Greigor’s fist began to give off a green glow as emerald lightning arced off it.
"This has been a great pleasure," Empress Gaia said, "peace and prosperity to you."
With that, she and the other Monarchs gave Dante and Damien a node before they dissipated themselves into colored motes, then disappearing altogether.
Before Dante and Damien left too, the former turned to the Monarch's hosts and smiled.
"I noticed you avoided giving the Monarchs a heads up on how to stay out of your way," he said, "perhaps you should have. They would much rather not meddle in your affairs, on purpose or...accidentally."
Mary just smiled at Damien, “Those that we are at war with: Tenebrae, the Union of Worlds. Be careful near them. Not that they would be a threat to you, but you might end up in the crossfire. Emperor Vulcan, Empress Gaia, Empress Hecate, Patron Eins, Patron Zwei; I thank you all for this. It is always nice to discover new people. And you are all definitely something we’ve never seen before. I hope you all remain safe and that you make it to your destination without anymore incidents. And Empress Hecate, thank you for your gift. With any luck it won’t need to be used at all.”
"We shall relay that information," Dante said, "thank you."
Greigor gave a short chuckle, “Zwei, you ever want to an uninterrupted bout just let me know. I’ll show you some more of our tricks.” Greigor’s fist began to give off a green glow as emerald lightning arced off it.
"It's a date, then, my darling," Damien said teasingly.
And with that, the Patrons were gone as well.