Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 17, 2017 13:42:31 GMT
Rubikon system: Capitol space
The small vessel jumped into system, its weapons powered down and its stealth systems offline. "Ah it’s nice to be back" Ellio smirked as the Nighthawk was surrounded by Capitol vessel's. "This is Ellio Darkstrider of the Nighthawk, I come in peace. It was an open invitation after all." he smirked as the ship moved slowly.
The heavy cruiser entered the system with its gun ports closed. Miller stood up from his chair and took a swig from his coffee "Not a bad set up they have here." he smirked looking around. "This is Colonel Miller of the Death Guard, we come in peace for the conference." he spoke on an open channel.
"Captain Baldric"
The wizened eyes of the Norman Submarine captain slowly opened, taking in the cramped space of his private bunk and the worn face of his XO, Bennet. His Hel-class dimensional submarine had been following the coordinates sent out in the transmission, inviting them to a conference held by the nation of Capitol. They had also received the transmission from their old adversary Sparta, but had deigned to reply.
It certainly would not have been appropriate.
"We’ve arrived sir." Bennet went on as she helped him to stand. His XO was younger than he, lithe with strong legs and short, unkempt hair of deep red. Her skin was pale, showing her human ancestry, though her lime-green eyes suggested Evisorok blood in her heritage somewhere.
"And?" Baldric replied as he tied his boots and stood, reaching for his cap where it hung on the wall. Compared to his XO, he was old, worn out, with more grey hairs than the brown of his youth. He brushed some spittle out of his moustache and followed his XO up to the bridge.
"It seems to be as the invitation claimed" Bennet said as they entered. The silent figures of the crew going about their duties filled the cramped chamber, hunched over their stations.
"A few Capitol ships, and our scanners have picked up several other vessels arriving."
"Up periscope" Baldric ordered. He watched as the device-periscope only in name, as high-end electronics had long replaced traditional glass fixtures-and stepped up to the eyepiece.
The blackness pf space filled his vision, as the equipment's HUD read off data and information. In the distance, a cluster of vessels, each one bearing the insignia and mustard-yellow paint of Capitol, were motionless in space. Scanners told him a number of other vessels had entered the system, and were moving towards the reception fleet.
"Bennet" he said, releasing the handgrips on the periscope as it began to descend "Inform out guest that it's time. Svaro" he said, turning to a red-skinned Evisorok at the control station as bennet saluted and slipped off the bridge "Surface and send this message: the Norman Empire acknowledges the invitation and is prepared to receive transport."
Silently in the void, the Submarine slipped through the rippling portal between real space and it's subspace dimension, like an ancient seagoing vessel broaching the surface.
Viris stood in the hangar of one of the Capitol warships. She stood silently, wearing a facemask that resembled the front plates of a Rifleman's helmet, occasionally pushing out the breaths she made, then taking in air front a different pair of vents. She simply waited for Capitol's guests to arrive.
The Grand Exemplar smiled proudly as the large Eos cruiser jumped in system, its advanced fold drive cooling down after the jump. The golden and white plated ship met up with Capitol escorts and made its way in system "This is Grand Exemplar Gravus of the Eos Consortium. We received your message and have come bearing peace in his name"
The discrete entry of the Norman submarine was contrasted by the spheroidal cacophony of space-time as a small quantum dot turned into a wormhole several kilometres across, superimposing two realms of space together.
As soon as the bubble appeared it collapsed back on itself, warping the constellations around it, leaving behind two ships, a blocky, pragmatic-looking prism-shaped EPA vessel and the enormous, threatening form of Blinker Meningeal. Worshipped by the peoples of the world known as Jknör, runes and small shrines dotted the kilometric expanse of its superplastic surface, the spikes that protruded from which created huge swirls across space-time, propelling the ship forwards and dragging the much smaller vessel with it.
Unlike the besieged Esophagealis, Meningeal was bustling with all the splendorous activity of a fully-capable Blinker, tens of thousands of human and demi organic beings keeping the ship impeccable, tending to the engines and weaponry, printing segments from the infinite Syntagma and carrying out the purity rites that kept the ship in its prime.
The voices numbered the hundreds of trillions, every possible combination of symbols was said at once, an ecumenical chorus of contradictory and complementing consciousness’s that made up the godlike mind of the large warship. Out of the many, one came forth.
"We assembled so swiftly. I am reminded of why we have come to rely upon the unreliable nature of humans."
A slip space rupture appeared at the edge of the Rubikon system and the Cryonian dreadnought Praxis entered the system. Quickly being escorted by two Hydra destroyers to the rendezvous point. "This is Nitrox Erydvanu Leader of Cryonia and the C.C.O.L, we heard your invitation and we gladly accepted it, We will remain still and unarmed, all blasters and cannons have been turned offline, I'm glad we can become friends " Said Nitrox
"This is Executive Statesman Izok Wolroz Miyau. Reporting in for the Interstellar Covenanted States. All systems go, ready to meet some new friends. Over and out." came the ICS broadcast as one of their ships entered system for rendezvous.
“Chronulus Chronus, head Despot of the Atlantean Empire here. I here that we are having a conference here, and would love to partake” said the Atlanteans as their vessel entered the Rubikon system.
"What a beautiful scenery” Said Nitrox as he saw the Capitol super dreadnought ships out of his window " Slayer you need to see this. Slayer comes to the bridge and looks at the window with Nitrox “It is nice "
A small ship suddenly appeared in system, its dark hull barely visible against the blackness of space. "This is Knight Lock of the Nexus. Despite past transgressions I come seeking peace." Lock spoke in an authorities tone as he stood on the bridge.
Dwarfed by the larger ships, the tiny, three storied Oroqi-Eqez arrived on the edge of the no-pass zone and stopped. The dark-skinned bespectacled leader, Izok Wolroz Miyau, smiled happily as he looked out the bridge window. It was darkness out there, but a small native sun in the distance indicated a star system. "Let us wait here while I relay my message," He told the captain. "Yes, sir." Replied captain Odinas curtly.
Slayer turns to Nitrox “I wonder what's going to happen next?” Asked Slayer " I don't know but we need to be happy and nice to the other races " Said Nitrox, Slayer turns to the view of the mirror " So we finally entered a new system, I hope it doesn't turn ill for us " Nitrox turned to Slayer " No it won't silly, we gotta be nice in the most possible way "
The Templar Cruiser entered the Captiol system, the captain looked around at the other ships assembled here, "Are you sure about this Sir?" He asked the man standing next to him, "Lock told us to come so yes I am sure about this" The man replied looking at the Captain, "Ambassador Reynolds, I know you are trusted, but we have been fighting some of these people for a while" The Captain said, "Yes and Captiol from what i heard came went to the Conference that the Spartans held, so we shall go to theirs no matter who turns up" He said looking out a viewport and seeing a Death Guard ship
A Wolf Federation Spartan Class Carrier entered the Capitol system. Captain Kelly we have arrived in the system what are your orders. Kelly stood up and adjusted her glasses. Good prepare my drop ship and tell General Skull we will be departing soon she said. Yes ma'am.
In the Hanger General Skull was having his men preform marching movements. Sir Captain Kelly has called you to the drop ship for the Conference said a Marine. Well then assemble my Honour Guard said Skull. Yes sir said the marine.
One Nuclean cruiser jumped the instructed system. On-board in one of the hanger bays, Junior Fleetmaster Axxee prepared to take a shuttle onto the Capitol orbital.
The vessel's AI alerted him, "Sir, we have arrived in the Capitol system"
"Thank you" he responded, boarding the shuttle, followed by 10 marines in shining powerarmor. Once aboard, he spoke into his powerarmor's comm system directly to the Shipmaster Terrum "If the life signs from my armour should fail at any time, you are to immediately raise the alarm with command. If necessary, slag any Capitol equipment in your way."
As the ships of the various nations made their way in system the scope of the forces in Rubikon became apparent. Around the rendezvous world where the large orbital hung in orbit. Its defences quite active. Around the bustling world lay a Capitol battlefleet, at its head, Scars Might. Along with supporting Shadowblade fleets. A broadcast from the Scars Might came through to the various nations "This is Empress Inara of the Grand Empire of Capitol to all entrants. You will park your ships at this designated location and then be picked up with shuttles to go to the orbital. No weapons will be allowed on the orbital and you will be scanned. Any entrants who will be teleporting in will be arriving in the orbitals hangar bay with armed guards. If anyone decides to get out of line or threaten the safety of the orbital... We will destroy you. That is a promise" She ended, the form of the Scars Might a testament to her statement. Now all that was left is for those to turn up who were teleporting in and for others to be taken by the shuttles.
Atlantean despot Chronulus Chronus smiled brightly, having rarely visited his own defences. "One two out of line, and our rear support can take those Covenatrians by storm." He told his aide. "You see the size of their ship? It's like a pebble on the beach compared to ours." Chronulus' ship was huge by comparison to the neighbouring ICS vessel. Dubbed Poseidon's Might, this massive triangular shaped ship, fitted with all manner of cannon and laser, outmatched anything the ICS can throw at it. "I believe we stop here," Chronulus told his aide. "Negalus, you have the helm. I'm boarding the barbarian ship now," Referring to the Capitol's fleet as barbarians was common in Atlantis. Anyone who didn't match their level of sophistication and culture was deemed such. "On second thought, take me to the teleported." Chronulus said. "I'm going in style." He gave a wink to his aid, and marched off the bridge.
Izok was staring impatiently in his suite, waiting for the Atlanteans to pass by. He wanted a good look at their world before the carrier arrived to pick him up. Having travelled to many of Ancerious' major powers, Izok never made it to the Capitol, and this will be his first visit. His aide, Dolsa Roz, was pacing back and forth. She was joining him on this trip. "Look at the size of that station," Izok said, pointing out the orbiter in orbit over the planet. "A class C orbirter, sir. Practically an artificial planet." remarked Admiral Raqaz, his second in command. Izok heard the commotion outside. "Okay, Mr. Statesman. We are ready for you." Raqaz said, looking around towards the waiting Praetorians. Izok's personal guards. "Izok," Dolsa said. "What's a class C orbiter?" Izok simply smiled. "It is an artificial structure that mimics the conditions of life on a Terran world without having thrusters to transport it. For instance. If we hadn't engines and thrusters, The Oroqi-Eqez would be a Class C orbiter as well." Izok said, as he and Dolsa smiled at the crew of the waiting Capitol Carrier.
Ellio laughed slightly at her words. "If anyone's getting destroyed it'll be her" he spoke and his bridge crew laughed. He walked down to the hangar and boarded the Sparrow shuttle, throwing Kennedia his pistols and sword "Don't break them." he smirked as the Capitol shuttle lifted off and sped towards the waiting orbital. He leant against the wall with a bored expression, ignoring the Capitol escorts on board.
Miller raised an eyebrow but said nothing as the Captiol shuttle came into the hanger. "Stone, take over. And try not to break anything while I’m gone." he spoke with a dry smile to his second as she nodded and took to the captain’s chair. He walked into the hangar to see Beck examining the Captiol shuttle with interest. "Get back to your post flyboy." he smirked as he walked onto the shuttle and shook the Captiol representatives hand before taking seat as it lifted off and made towards the orbital.
Lock watched with distaste as the crude shuttle came into the ships small hangar. "Ania, if all goes sour leave immediately." he ordered as he walked past his daughter. She nodded as she leant against the wall tapping away at a data-pad, her mask on. As Lock walked onto the waiting Captiol shuttle he looked back at Lyte who smiled as the ramp closed and the shuttle made its way into the small procession that was headed to the orbital.
The timelines rippled, the very essence of the past, present, and future meshing together into a nearly liquid looking deformity to the perceived present time locations that the Timebreakers exited from within the hanger. Although to say that the locations where anything but singular was a far stretch. They flickered and seemed to shift around the ships entirety. The distortions of temporal energies the like of which only two other factions in Ancerious possessed enveloping the ship for a flickering instant before the temporians entered the ship unnoticed at first. Emerging from the temporal paths in shredding tatters that faded into nothing. As if they had walked through a fragile tapestry that was the present as it was seen by the non-temporal races.
No alarms or scanners went off as they entered, 9 of them in all. The flow of time around them distorted violently by the defects that labelled them as part of the Followers of the Temporal Deity that they were there to represent. The effects making them seem to blur and twitch spastically, seemingly out of synch with everything else. The scanners and alarms, even among the more notable members of the crew taking entire minutes to react. Their response time simply being too slow.
Their footfalls were out of synch with their progress as they made their way into the center of the docking bay, the figures of capital guards and even the departing shuttles seeming to move at a simple crawl from their perception.
One of them, a taller Temporian, with sand coloured hair and a generally healthy complexion clad in the dark greatcoat and corrupted dark brass coloured armour of a Temporian Elite Timecaster stepped forward from the group, approaching a man that he judged to be one of the capitals commissars. The man not yet aware of his presence. Until he gave him a simple tap on the shoulder with his hand. Managing to make the man jump slightly at the unexpected touch. Slowing down his time flow to speak to him directly.
"Excuse our arrival." He said. Gesturing back towards the guards. Grinning flatly. "But our superiors have understood that your race wanted an audience?"
In the bowels of the orbital station, the artificial, stale air began to shift ever so slightly. Particles shifted ever so subtly, converging in an open expanse of the hangar as if marking the spot. In an instant, a woman in rather ancient-looking armours fell from a few centimetres off the ground. Her measures were not absolutely perfect, but it was a pretty good placement for simply cowboying it. The woman had unnaturally piercing green eyes, with a full head of jet-black hair to compliment her gaunt complexion. She took a deep breath, drinking in the dry scent of the synthetic atmosphere through her nostrils, before casually turning to her surroundings. She expected the guard compliment to come at any moment, not bothering to grace those around with simple signals.
The Capitol sensors wouldn't pick up any sort of extra ship in the sector, hidden or not. Rightfully so; she did not take one. There was no need for one in the local sector. What they might've detected, however, was a slight anomaly. She was known by many names amongst her people, but her true name was Freyja, of the House of Sif. She plainly smiled, hoping her presence wouldn't invoke too much outburst. After all, those under her weren't recognized as sovereign, nor were they known much whatsoever.
the shadows cast by the Capitol's guards who had been placed in the hangar to monitor the arrivals stretched outward towards the walls, growing darker the further from their sources they went. The shadows began to crawl up the wall, quickly reaching a point much higher than their caster's shadows could naturally go in the hangar. The shadows loomed there like solid black doors leading to an empty and vast void on par with that of space itself but without the kind glow of distant stars, only an eerie, inky blackness.
The small vessel jumped into system, its weapons powered down and its stealth systems offline. "Ah it’s nice to be back" Ellio smirked as the Nighthawk was surrounded by Capitol vessel's. "This is Ellio Darkstrider of the Nighthawk, I come in peace. It was an open invitation after all." he smirked as the ship moved slowly.
The heavy cruiser entered the system with its gun ports closed. Miller stood up from his chair and took a swig from his coffee "Not a bad set up they have here." he smirked looking around. "This is Colonel Miller of the Death Guard, we come in peace for the conference." he spoke on an open channel.
"Captain Baldric"
The wizened eyes of the Norman Submarine captain slowly opened, taking in the cramped space of his private bunk and the worn face of his XO, Bennet. His Hel-class dimensional submarine had been following the coordinates sent out in the transmission, inviting them to a conference held by the nation of Capitol. They had also received the transmission from their old adversary Sparta, but had deigned to reply.
It certainly would not have been appropriate.
"We’ve arrived sir." Bennet went on as she helped him to stand. His XO was younger than he, lithe with strong legs and short, unkempt hair of deep red. Her skin was pale, showing her human ancestry, though her lime-green eyes suggested Evisorok blood in her heritage somewhere.
"And?" Baldric replied as he tied his boots and stood, reaching for his cap where it hung on the wall. Compared to his XO, he was old, worn out, with more grey hairs than the brown of his youth. He brushed some spittle out of his moustache and followed his XO up to the bridge.
"It seems to be as the invitation claimed" Bennet said as they entered. The silent figures of the crew going about their duties filled the cramped chamber, hunched over their stations.
"A few Capitol ships, and our scanners have picked up several other vessels arriving."
"Up periscope" Baldric ordered. He watched as the device-periscope only in name, as high-end electronics had long replaced traditional glass fixtures-and stepped up to the eyepiece.
The blackness pf space filled his vision, as the equipment's HUD read off data and information. In the distance, a cluster of vessels, each one bearing the insignia and mustard-yellow paint of Capitol, were motionless in space. Scanners told him a number of other vessels had entered the system, and were moving towards the reception fleet.
"Bennet" he said, releasing the handgrips on the periscope as it began to descend "Inform out guest that it's time. Svaro" he said, turning to a red-skinned Evisorok at the control station as bennet saluted and slipped off the bridge "Surface and send this message: the Norman Empire acknowledges the invitation and is prepared to receive transport."
Silently in the void, the Submarine slipped through the rippling portal between real space and it's subspace dimension, like an ancient seagoing vessel broaching the surface.
Viris stood in the hangar of one of the Capitol warships. She stood silently, wearing a facemask that resembled the front plates of a Rifleman's helmet, occasionally pushing out the breaths she made, then taking in air front a different pair of vents. She simply waited for Capitol's guests to arrive.
The Grand Exemplar smiled proudly as the large Eos cruiser jumped in system, its advanced fold drive cooling down after the jump. The golden and white plated ship met up with Capitol escorts and made its way in system "This is Grand Exemplar Gravus of the Eos Consortium. We received your message and have come bearing peace in his name"
The discrete entry of the Norman submarine was contrasted by the spheroidal cacophony of space-time as a small quantum dot turned into a wormhole several kilometres across, superimposing two realms of space together.
As soon as the bubble appeared it collapsed back on itself, warping the constellations around it, leaving behind two ships, a blocky, pragmatic-looking prism-shaped EPA vessel and the enormous, threatening form of Blinker Meningeal. Worshipped by the peoples of the world known as Jknör, runes and small shrines dotted the kilometric expanse of its superplastic surface, the spikes that protruded from which created huge swirls across space-time, propelling the ship forwards and dragging the much smaller vessel with it.
Unlike the besieged Esophagealis, Meningeal was bustling with all the splendorous activity of a fully-capable Blinker, tens of thousands of human and demi organic beings keeping the ship impeccable, tending to the engines and weaponry, printing segments from the infinite Syntagma and carrying out the purity rites that kept the ship in its prime.
The voices numbered the hundreds of trillions, every possible combination of symbols was said at once, an ecumenical chorus of contradictory and complementing consciousness’s that made up the godlike mind of the large warship. Out of the many, one came forth.
"We assembled so swiftly. I am reminded of why we have come to rely upon the unreliable nature of humans."
A slip space rupture appeared at the edge of the Rubikon system and the Cryonian dreadnought Praxis entered the system. Quickly being escorted by two Hydra destroyers to the rendezvous point. "This is Nitrox Erydvanu Leader of Cryonia and the C.C.O.L, we heard your invitation and we gladly accepted it, We will remain still and unarmed, all blasters and cannons have been turned offline, I'm glad we can become friends " Said Nitrox
"This is Executive Statesman Izok Wolroz Miyau. Reporting in for the Interstellar Covenanted States. All systems go, ready to meet some new friends. Over and out." came the ICS broadcast as one of their ships entered system for rendezvous.
“Chronulus Chronus, head Despot of the Atlantean Empire here. I here that we are having a conference here, and would love to partake” said the Atlanteans as their vessel entered the Rubikon system.
"What a beautiful scenery” Said Nitrox as he saw the Capitol super dreadnought ships out of his window " Slayer you need to see this. Slayer comes to the bridge and looks at the window with Nitrox “It is nice "
A small ship suddenly appeared in system, its dark hull barely visible against the blackness of space. "This is Knight Lock of the Nexus. Despite past transgressions I come seeking peace." Lock spoke in an authorities tone as he stood on the bridge.
Dwarfed by the larger ships, the tiny, three storied Oroqi-Eqez arrived on the edge of the no-pass zone and stopped. The dark-skinned bespectacled leader, Izok Wolroz Miyau, smiled happily as he looked out the bridge window. It was darkness out there, but a small native sun in the distance indicated a star system. "Let us wait here while I relay my message," He told the captain. "Yes, sir." Replied captain Odinas curtly.
Slayer turns to Nitrox “I wonder what's going to happen next?” Asked Slayer " I don't know but we need to be happy and nice to the other races " Said Nitrox, Slayer turns to the view of the mirror " So we finally entered a new system, I hope it doesn't turn ill for us " Nitrox turned to Slayer " No it won't silly, we gotta be nice in the most possible way "
The Templar Cruiser entered the Captiol system, the captain looked around at the other ships assembled here, "Are you sure about this Sir?" He asked the man standing next to him, "Lock told us to come so yes I am sure about this" The man replied looking at the Captain, "Ambassador Reynolds, I know you are trusted, but we have been fighting some of these people for a while" The Captain said, "Yes and Captiol from what i heard came went to the Conference that the Spartans held, so we shall go to theirs no matter who turns up" He said looking out a viewport and seeing a Death Guard ship
A Wolf Federation Spartan Class Carrier entered the Capitol system. Captain Kelly we have arrived in the system what are your orders. Kelly stood up and adjusted her glasses. Good prepare my drop ship and tell General Skull we will be departing soon she said. Yes ma'am.
In the Hanger General Skull was having his men preform marching movements. Sir Captain Kelly has called you to the drop ship for the Conference said a Marine. Well then assemble my Honour Guard said Skull. Yes sir said the marine.
One Nuclean cruiser jumped the instructed system. On-board in one of the hanger bays, Junior Fleetmaster Axxee prepared to take a shuttle onto the Capitol orbital.
The vessel's AI alerted him, "Sir, we have arrived in the Capitol system"
"Thank you" he responded, boarding the shuttle, followed by 10 marines in shining powerarmor. Once aboard, he spoke into his powerarmor's comm system directly to the Shipmaster Terrum "If the life signs from my armour should fail at any time, you are to immediately raise the alarm with command. If necessary, slag any Capitol equipment in your way."
As the ships of the various nations made their way in system the scope of the forces in Rubikon became apparent. Around the rendezvous world where the large orbital hung in orbit. Its defences quite active. Around the bustling world lay a Capitol battlefleet, at its head, Scars Might. Along with supporting Shadowblade fleets. A broadcast from the Scars Might came through to the various nations "This is Empress Inara of the Grand Empire of Capitol to all entrants. You will park your ships at this designated location and then be picked up with shuttles to go to the orbital. No weapons will be allowed on the orbital and you will be scanned. Any entrants who will be teleporting in will be arriving in the orbitals hangar bay with armed guards. If anyone decides to get out of line or threaten the safety of the orbital... We will destroy you. That is a promise" She ended, the form of the Scars Might a testament to her statement. Now all that was left is for those to turn up who were teleporting in and for others to be taken by the shuttles.
Atlantean despot Chronulus Chronus smiled brightly, having rarely visited his own defences. "One two out of line, and our rear support can take those Covenatrians by storm." He told his aide. "You see the size of their ship? It's like a pebble on the beach compared to ours." Chronulus' ship was huge by comparison to the neighbouring ICS vessel. Dubbed Poseidon's Might, this massive triangular shaped ship, fitted with all manner of cannon and laser, outmatched anything the ICS can throw at it. "I believe we stop here," Chronulus told his aide. "Negalus, you have the helm. I'm boarding the barbarian ship now," Referring to the Capitol's fleet as barbarians was common in Atlantis. Anyone who didn't match their level of sophistication and culture was deemed such. "On second thought, take me to the teleported." Chronulus said. "I'm going in style." He gave a wink to his aid, and marched off the bridge.
Izok was staring impatiently in his suite, waiting for the Atlanteans to pass by. He wanted a good look at their world before the carrier arrived to pick him up. Having travelled to many of Ancerious' major powers, Izok never made it to the Capitol, and this will be his first visit. His aide, Dolsa Roz, was pacing back and forth. She was joining him on this trip. "Look at the size of that station," Izok said, pointing out the orbiter in orbit over the planet. "A class C orbirter, sir. Practically an artificial planet." remarked Admiral Raqaz, his second in command. Izok heard the commotion outside. "Okay, Mr. Statesman. We are ready for you." Raqaz said, looking around towards the waiting Praetorians. Izok's personal guards. "Izok," Dolsa said. "What's a class C orbiter?" Izok simply smiled. "It is an artificial structure that mimics the conditions of life on a Terran world without having thrusters to transport it. For instance. If we hadn't engines and thrusters, The Oroqi-Eqez would be a Class C orbiter as well." Izok said, as he and Dolsa smiled at the crew of the waiting Capitol Carrier.
Ellio laughed slightly at her words. "If anyone's getting destroyed it'll be her" he spoke and his bridge crew laughed. He walked down to the hangar and boarded the Sparrow shuttle, throwing Kennedia his pistols and sword "Don't break them." he smirked as the Capitol shuttle lifted off and sped towards the waiting orbital. He leant against the wall with a bored expression, ignoring the Capitol escorts on board.
Miller raised an eyebrow but said nothing as the Captiol shuttle came into the hanger. "Stone, take over. And try not to break anything while I’m gone." he spoke with a dry smile to his second as she nodded and took to the captain’s chair. He walked into the hangar to see Beck examining the Captiol shuttle with interest. "Get back to your post flyboy." he smirked as he walked onto the shuttle and shook the Captiol representatives hand before taking seat as it lifted off and made towards the orbital.
Lock watched with distaste as the crude shuttle came into the ships small hangar. "Ania, if all goes sour leave immediately." he ordered as he walked past his daughter. She nodded as she leant against the wall tapping away at a data-pad, her mask on. As Lock walked onto the waiting Captiol shuttle he looked back at Lyte who smiled as the ramp closed and the shuttle made its way into the small procession that was headed to the orbital.
The timelines rippled, the very essence of the past, present, and future meshing together into a nearly liquid looking deformity to the perceived present time locations that the Timebreakers exited from within the hanger. Although to say that the locations where anything but singular was a far stretch. They flickered and seemed to shift around the ships entirety. The distortions of temporal energies the like of which only two other factions in Ancerious possessed enveloping the ship for a flickering instant before the temporians entered the ship unnoticed at first. Emerging from the temporal paths in shredding tatters that faded into nothing. As if they had walked through a fragile tapestry that was the present as it was seen by the non-temporal races.
No alarms or scanners went off as they entered, 9 of them in all. The flow of time around them distorted violently by the defects that labelled them as part of the Followers of the Temporal Deity that they were there to represent. The effects making them seem to blur and twitch spastically, seemingly out of synch with everything else. The scanners and alarms, even among the more notable members of the crew taking entire minutes to react. Their response time simply being too slow.
Their footfalls were out of synch with their progress as they made their way into the center of the docking bay, the figures of capital guards and even the departing shuttles seeming to move at a simple crawl from their perception.
One of them, a taller Temporian, with sand coloured hair and a generally healthy complexion clad in the dark greatcoat and corrupted dark brass coloured armour of a Temporian Elite Timecaster stepped forward from the group, approaching a man that he judged to be one of the capitals commissars. The man not yet aware of his presence. Until he gave him a simple tap on the shoulder with his hand. Managing to make the man jump slightly at the unexpected touch. Slowing down his time flow to speak to him directly.
"Excuse our arrival." He said. Gesturing back towards the guards. Grinning flatly. "But our superiors have understood that your race wanted an audience?"
In the bowels of the orbital station, the artificial, stale air began to shift ever so slightly. Particles shifted ever so subtly, converging in an open expanse of the hangar as if marking the spot. In an instant, a woman in rather ancient-looking armours fell from a few centimetres off the ground. Her measures were not absolutely perfect, but it was a pretty good placement for simply cowboying it. The woman had unnaturally piercing green eyes, with a full head of jet-black hair to compliment her gaunt complexion. She took a deep breath, drinking in the dry scent of the synthetic atmosphere through her nostrils, before casually turning to her surroundings. She expected the guard compliment to come at any moment, not bothering to grace those around with simple signals.
The Capitol sensors wouldn't pick up any sort of extra ship in the sector, hidden or not. Rightfully so; she did not take one. There was no need for one in the local sector. What they might've detected, however, was a slight anomaly. She was known by many names amongst her people, but her true name was Freyja, of the House of Sif. She plainly smiled, hoping her presence wouldn't invoke too much outburst. After all, those under her weren't recognized as sovereign, nor were they known much whatsoever.
the shadows cast by the Capitol's guards who had been placed in the hangar to monitor the arrivals stretched outward towards the walls, growing darker the further from their sources they went. The shadows began to crawl up the wall, quickly reaching a point much higher than their caster's shadows could naturally go in the hangar. The shadows loomed there like solid black doors leading to an empty and vast void on par with that of space itself but without the kind glow of distant stars, only an eerie, inky blackness.