Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 18:30:33 GMT
The council of five was at once pleased and dissatisfied. The matter with the Covenated State’s colonies had been suitably resolved, which benefited their command…yet at the same time, their collective eyes turned towards the Union of Worlds with displeasure.
“We are seeing increased echoes indicating that the Union of Worlds may eventually enter this conflict.” The First said as an apparition of potential timelines flickered over the chamber floor. The odds of the Union becoming an adversary to their aims rose continually as time passed, and the council members pondered the matter seriously.
“Droth assures us that he has the situation under control, and that the Emperor has no desire to cross us.” The First added in the emissary’s defense. “Droth did manage to prevent the Union of Worlds from entering the war against the Immortal Empire-“
“Sometimes initiative is needed.” One of the two Heraldic members of the council mused softly. “Droth took the initiative to prevent unnecessary actions, and he had success there-“
“But how long his success shall last remains to be seen.” The First responded skeptically. “Droth overextends his skills in claiming to have the situation under control. He insists the Emperor is a man of his word, but…” She shrugged as she gestured towards the timelines that danced like ribbons in the breeze around the councilmembers. “Time seems to show otherwise.”
“Are we certain we are placing responsibility upon the right party?” The Heraldics asked simultaneously, and one stood forward quickly and gestured to particular points in the timeline. “They are the children of the Nakai, and the Nakai are not to be trust-“
“We will not interact with the Nakai, and they know better than to attempt to intervene further in our destinies.” The Fifth said patiently, as it attempted to placate the two Heraldic councilmembers. “They know we can repeat our feats upon them if pushed to the point. They would not desire that.”
The Heraldics fell silent at this, and shortly therafter the topic changed to the Unnatural Domain’s work.
It was unknown to that doomed ship’s crew that their ultimate fate was already known to the Council of Five; in nearly all timelines, there would be but one survivor from her ultimate and final voyage. But their curiosity was piqued by that which lay buried beneath Vastra’s surface, and from what could be learned in the interm.
“Our units on Vastra are indicating strong signs of a timecaster’s presence immediately leading up to our attack on Exceion,” one of the council members stated gravely. “If we connect this with the events on Zel, it leads to some unsavory conclusions…”
The council continued its eternal congress; matters across the galaxy were addressed, assassins deployed, clemencies issued. Yet through the course of this, the two Heraldics conferred privately. Problems needed solving.
--oOo—
Myric stood staring out of the window in the Imperial palace. He was tired. Tensions were high between the Nakai and the Union and Myric dreaded to here the word that Herious had intervened in the collection of weapons from Gor'Rakath. He knew what was to happen. but he tried not to think about it. He had summoned Droth the Ascendancys Emissary to him. He had things to say to the Ascendancy that when the time came would be influencial. All he had to do was wait. the Confrence hall was empty but not for long.
The massive doors at the end of the hall swung open slowly, and Droth entered without fanfare. His feet clicking upon the floor in a rapid stacato, and the emissary approached the emperor with speed, before slowing to a halt and bowing.
"You requested me, my lord?"
Myric sighed and turned to face the Emissary. Droth noted that the Emperor while as radiant as ever was clearly drained. "I did indeed Droth. Please have a seat, i need to talk to you about the future, a future that could impact us all" The Emperor said beckoning a seat.
The Emissary paused hesitantly, but gradually slid into one of the overly large chairs that lined the hall's great table. He smiled slightly, and nodded in agreement. He was thankful at times like these that his assignment was so earnest. "Can I be of assistance to you, Emperor?"
"You may. I need something of the Ascendancy. But it is something big. A war i coming, a big war and not one anyone can avoid. It is primarily between the Union... and the Nakai" Myric paused "I know the Nakais plan. How they will try to hold the Union at gunpoint with the only weapons they know how. The God renders. I need something that only Time traverlers can do"
"I want you to take me back in time to when the construction was still underway. I am to plant a subroutine in the Marak'Kadas prime cortex which when activated will allow me to turn off their impenetrable shields at will" He looked at Droth "I saved you from a war of horrific proportions. Now... please help me save my own empire from a war far worse"
Droth looked intently at the Emperor as the Union's leader spoke. "You personally, my lord?"
"Yes" Myric said heavily
Droth paused as if listening to a voice only he could hear; it was a short pause, and then abruptly the intercom rang again. "It's arranged." Droth said simply. There was more than a great deal of risk to this, but Droth knew the Emperor's words were fair and true here.
"Thank you, When may i leave?"The Emperor asked.
The intercom rang again, and Droth smiled slightly. “My lord...we're already waiting on you."
--oOo—
“Two ships fell silent four days ago, sir. Rosaud class cruisers, doing picket duty along the Zelic frontier.” The aide said as Rourke closed the staff car’s door. Without much noise, the vehicle began to fly forward towards a prefabricated landing field nearby. The aide gave a skeptical look towards the dessicated corpse sitting next to him, and though his eyes were beginning to water on account of the stench, he dared not unroll the window lest he flood the car’s interior with the thick ash. A clowd was being blown up by the anti-grav pads in the wheel wells, and as both of the suns were descending low towards the horizon, the car’s headlights did their best to cut through the perpetual blizzard. The vehicle left a discernible wake in the haze, and as it rushed below the multitudes of pipes and power cables that strung across the road, Rourke remembered when the sunsets here were much less bloody in colour; now, augmented by the soot from the forges and the perpetual ashfall that was expected to persist for several more months, it looked positively hellish.
“Their last reports indicated nothing amiss,” the aide continued, as he provided papers to the major. “Exceion Command advised you to General Hammaur as a good man to investigate these recent disappearances.” The aide added as Rourke glanced over the forms. Nothing too exceptional about the ships; small things really in a cosmic game in which their absence would hardly be noted. But in that fistful of papers were the names of crewmembers, and he looked up towards the aide with a slightly amused face.
“They’re sending me to the frontier just to investigate two missing ships?” He asked skeptically, as the staff car abruptly shuddered as its brakes kicked in, but it was too late. Out of the nearly impenetrable soup of ash, a skeletal figure flew past them as the car screeched to a stop. The driver cursed viciously as he kicked the door open and scrambled out of the car.
“It would appear we hit someone.” Rourke said blandly as he turned back to look at the situation; his neck made uncomfortable sounds as decaying flesh stretched where it would have preferred not to. The aide took the excuse to step out of the car and escape from his stench, and Rourke smiled ever so slightly; even then, it was a toothier smile than normal. As he returned to the papers, he wondered in passing what that calvera had been doing in the middle of the road.
“We are seeing increased echoes indicating that the Union of Worlds may eventually enter this conflict.” The First said as an apparition of potential timelines flickered over the chamber floor. The odds of the Union becoming an adversary to their aims rose continually as time passed, and the council members pondered the matter seriously.
“Droth assures us that he has the situation under control, and that the Emperor has no desire to cross us.” The First added in the emissary’s defense. “Droth did manage to prevent the Union of Worlds from entering the war against the Immortal Empire-“
“Sometimes initiative is needed.” One of the two Heraldic members of the council mused softly. “Droth took the initiative to prevent unnecessary actions, and he had success there-“
“But how long his success shall last remains to be seen.” The First responded skeptically. “Droth overextends his skills in claiming to have the situation under control. He insists the Emperor is a man of his word, but…” She shrugged as she gestured towards the timelines that danced like ribbons in the breeze around the councilmembers. “Time seems to show otherwise.”
“Are we certain we are placing responsibility upon the right party?” The Heraldics asked simultaneously, and one stood forward quickly and gestured to particular points in the timeline. “They are the children of the Nakai, and the Nakai are not to be trust-“
“We will not interact with the Nakai, and they know better than to attempt to intervene further in our destinies.” The Fifth said patiently, as it attempted to placate the two Heraldic councilmembers. “They know we can repeat our feats upon them if pushed to the point. They would not desire that.”
The Heraldics fell silent at this, and shortly therafter the topic changed to the Unnatural Domain’s work.
It was unknown to that doomed ship’s crew that their ultimate fate was already known to the Council of Five; in nearly all timelines, there would be but one survivor from her ultimate and final voyage. But their curiosity was piqued by that which lay buried beneath Vastra’s surface, and from what could be learned in the interm.
“Our units on Vastra are indicating strong signs of a timecaster’s presence immediately leading up to our attack on Exceion,” one of the council members stated gravely. “If we connect this with the events on Zel, it leads to some unsavory conclusions…”
The council continued its eternal congress; matters across the galaxy were addressed, assassins deployed, clemencies issued. Yet through the course of this, the two Heraldics conferred privately. Problems needed solving.
--oOo—
Myric stood staring out of the window in the Imperial palace. He was tired. Tensions were high between the Nakai and the Union and Myric dreaded to here the word that Herious had intervened in the collection of weapons from Gor'Rakath. He knew what was to happen. but he tried not to think about it. He had summoned Droth the Ascendancys Emissary to him. He had things to say to the Ascendancy that when the time came would be influencial. All he had to do was wait. the Confrence hall was empty but not for long.
The massive doors at the end of the hall swung open slowly, and Droth entered without fanfare. His feet clicking upon the floor in a rapid stacato, and the emissary approached the emperor with speed, before slowing to a halt and bowing.
"You requested me, my lord?"
Myric sighed and turned to face the Emissary. Droth noted that the Emperor while as radiant as ever was clearly drained. "I did indeed Droth. Please have a seat, i need to talk to you about the future, a future that could impact us all" The Emperor said beckoning a seat.
The Emissary paused hesitantly, but gradually slid into one of the overly large chairs that lined the hall's great table. He smiled slightly, and nodded in agreement. He was thankful at times like these that his assignment was so earnest. "Can I be of assistance to you, Emperor?"
"You may. I need something of the Ascendancy. But it is something big. A war i coming, a big war and not one anyone can avoid. It is primarily between the Union... and the Nakai" Myric paused "I know the Nakais plan. How they will try to hold the Union at gunpoint with the only weapons they know how. The God renders. I need something that only Time traverlers can do"
"I want you to take me back in time to when the construction was still underway. I am to plant a subroutine in the Marak'Kadas prime cortex which when activated will allow me to turn off their impenetrable shields at will" He looked at Droth "I saved you from a war of horrific proportions. Now... please help me save my own empire from a war far worse"
Droth looked intently at the Emperor as the Union's leader spoke. "You personally, my lord?"
"Yes" Myric said heavily
Droth paused as if listening to a voice only he could hear; it was a short pause, and then abruptly the intercom rang again. "It's arranged." Droth said simply. There was more than a great deal of risk to this, but Droth knew the Emperor's words were fair and true here.
"Thank you, When may i leave?"The Emperor asked.
The intercom rang again, and Droth smiled slightly. “My lord...we're already waiting on you."
--oOo—
“Two ships fell silent four days ago, sir. Rosaud class cruisers, doing picket duty along the Zelic frontier.” The aide said as Rourke closed the staff car’s door. Without much noise, the vehicle began to fly forward towards a prefabricated landing field nearby. The aide gave a skeptical look towards the dessicated corpse sitting next to him, and though his eyes were beginning to water on account of the stench, he dared not unroll the window lest he flood the car’s interior with the thick ash. A clowd was being blown up by the anti-grav pads in the wheel wells, and as both of the suns were descending low towards the horizon, the car’s headlights did their best to cut through the perpetual blizzard. The vehicle left a discernible wake in the haze, and as it rushed below the multitudes of pipes and power cables that strung across the road, Rourke remembered when the sunsets here were much less bloody in colour; now, augmented by the soot from the forges and the perpetual ashfall that was expected to persist for several more months, it looked positively hellish.
“Their last reports indicated nothing amiss,” the aide continued, as he provided papers to the major. “Exceion Command advised you to General Hammaur as a good man to investigate these recent disappearances.” The aide added as Rourke glanced over the forms. Nothing too exceptional about the ships; small things really in a cosmic game in which their absence would hardly be noted. But in that fistful of papers were the names of crewmembers, and he looked up towards the aide with a slightly amused face.
“They’re sending me to the frontier just to investigate two missing ships?” He asked skeptically, as the staff car abruptly shuddered as its brakes kicked in, but it was too late. Out of the nearly impenetrable soup of ash, a skeletal figure flew past them as the car screeched to a stop. The driver cursed viciously as he kicked the door open and scrambled out of the car.
“It would appear we hit someone.” Rourke said blandly as he turned back to look at the situation; his neck made uncomfortable sounds as decaying flesh stretched where it would have preferred not to. The aide took the excuse to step out of the car and escape from his stench, and Rourke smiled ever so slightly; even then, it was a toothier smile than normal. As he returned to the papers, he wondered in passing what that calvera had been doing in the middle of the road.