Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 20:21:11 GMT
as the movements of the war, and the occupation of the tenebrean Territories played out across the fronts and occupied systems, somewhere, far across the stars from the lines of the impending battles to come. Two figure sat silent in a dark space... or room.. it would have been difficult to name it either. as it seemed to, for all its purposes resemble the elements of both. and yet neither.
The first sat, seated at a elegant wooden table sat upon the polished floor. Grey hair pulled back tight over his head as he worked on a particular timeline that floated above the table. Brought to the visible spectrum by Eldridge technologies that would have left even the Readers of the flux in confusion. Murmuring to himself softly as he added fine details and events to it, while the other figure stood nearby, watching silently with glowing golden eyes. as small conflicts and developments were spun into existance. Down to the smallest childs footprints as they walked along the smallest settlements streets.
200 years of Hard Tension, which would, in its own time lead to war between two powerful factions... its artificial stream Written. To Engulf and distort all other possible timelines and outcomes that could be seen within the timestreams, like a parasite. Assimilate them and their key events into altered new timelines that would lead to the same outcome... War. and where war was possible. War would result to prevent it...
The Flux, for all their prowess, were a skittish race.. and Where there was no war. They would not act against it. But there was no ruin at the end of those paths and streams... They were boring, and without tact... without. Vision.
Without chaos, or tranquil ruin.
The figure paused as he chuckled slightly to himself. Before looking up. "It's almost ready." it said in a voice that was almost definitely male.
"Good." said the figure with the golden eyes. "But will it work? Will it make them do what we need them to do?"
The first figure looked up at this, and while the shadows of the space cloaked him completely, in the Darkness, his smile could clearly be sensed in his tone. "Naga..." he said. "It's been making them do what they've been doing this entire war..."
--(oOo)--
In another part of the a time drakess would have stirred painfully in her box of slumber. Gritting her teeth and groaning in hopeless despair. her pain going unnoticed by those transporting her. Alienated from her people, and Forced by the shard in her chest to glimpse the Truth behind everything that had developed, and left with the knowing that, corrupted as she was by the taint of the demon. None would pay her protests any mind.
The silent wars had been planted. and the true gardeners of it all were preparing themselves to Reap.
The first sat, seated at a elegant wooden table sat upon the polished floor. Grey hair pulled back tight over his head as he worked on a particular timeline that floated above the table. Brought to the visible spectrum by Eldridge technologies that would have left even the Readers of the flux in confusion. Murmuring to himself softly as he added fine details and events to it, while the other figure stood nearby, watching silently with glowing golden eyes. as small conflicts and developments were spun into existance. Down to the smallest childs footprints as they walked along the smallest settlements streets.
200 years of Hard Tension, which would, in its own time lead to war between two powerful factions... its artificial stream Written. To Engulf and distort all other possible timelines and outcomes that could be seen within the timestreams, like a parasite. Assimilate them and their key events into altered new timelines that would lead to the same outcome... War. and where war was possible. War would result to prevent it...
The Flux, for all their prowess, were a skittish race.. and Where there was no war. They would not act against it. But there was no ruin at the end of those paths and streams... They were boring, and without tact... without. Vision.
Without chaos, or tranquil ruin.
The figure paused as he chuckled slightly to himself. Before looking up. "It's almost ready." it said in a voice that was almost definitely male.
"Good." said the figure with the golden eyes. "But will it work? Will it make them do what we need them to do?"
The first figure looked up at this, and while the shadows of the space cloaked him completely, in the Darkness, his smile could clearly be sensed in his tone. "Naga..." he said. "It's been making them do what they've been doing this entire war..."
--(oOo)--
In another part of the a time drakess would have stirred painfully in her box of slumber. Gritting her teeth and groaning in hopeless despair. her pain going unnoticed by those transporting her. Alienated from her people, and Forced by the shard in her chest to glimpse the Truth behind everything that had developed, and left with the knowing that, corrupted as she was by the taint of the demon. None would pay her protests any mind.
The silent wars had been planted. and the true gardeners of it all were preparing themselves to Reap.