A Difference Of Belief Aftermath:Trinovan Space New Azirah: aboard the Sova Kol
King William sat in the captain's chair of the Sova Kol, his grand flagship, in orbit above the
planet of New Azirah in the Ancerious Galaxy. "Is everything ready?" He asked. The officials around
the bridge all nod to the communications officer, who turned to his king. "We are ready to begin
broadcast to all Trinovan colonies and the colonies of all Trinovan allies," The communications
officer replied. "Begin broadcast when ready," King William said, looking up to the Sova Kol's view screen
as the sensors begin rolling, the communications array began transmitting the live feed across
All over the Trinovan space its citizens stopped and looked up at screens and devices to see the face of their King. They listened intently to his words, for they would mark a new era for the kingdom of Trinova.
"This is King William, ruler of the Kingdom of Trinova. Approximately 48 hours ago, the Trinovan
outpost of Alacon was assaulted by
Obsessions, Ghosts, and DragonsToth had grown older, that much was certain, and he was a lonely man. Seven years in the Fade had seen him grow from a youngling hardly larger than the training blades to a taller and definitely more imposing individual. But he had grown to be a lonely man; for where he dwelt was not a lovable place. It was an endless plain, much like a desert at times, and other times tundra-esque. Quite literally, it stretched to infinity in all directions-a hardly hospitable place, covered with small scrub and no other life aside from the Sicarii’s lamasery. Despite the utter flatness of the place, there was almost no wind; just utter stillness and unnatural, unholy tranquility. It was never night, and never day-a perpetual dull groan whispered across this twilight landscape as what little wind there was whispered through the sand and shrubs. It sounded to Toth, who watched it patiently from his chamber window, like the voices of the dead, and it was this halfway place with its halfway winds,Obsessions, Ghosts, and Dragons2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Dark Rendezvous, Episode TwoI'm not scared of dyin'Dark Rendezvous, Episode Two2 years ago in Personal More Like This
And I don't really care
If it's peace you find in dyin'
Well then let the time be near
If it's peace you find in dyin'
When dyin' time is here
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there
--And When I Die, by Blood, Sweat And Tears
As I willed the mask to engage, I felt a certain sense of apprehension. Unlike Nagaetros’ brain (which was closer to the size of a kitchen appliance than a grapefruit), the Sanctioned was human…more or less. Mental cohabitation damages neural connections, and for humanoid mammals that begins to become problematic after ninety seconds or so, assuming you’re not in there to do harm. With Nageotros, the whole affair had been over in no more than five minutes.
I would have a very short window in there, I thought tiredly, if her mind was anything like normal. Then again, as her reputation went, she might not be all too entirely normal herself. She lived a very private life, in a very private place, an
Dark Rendezvous: AftermathThe skirmish was over. The flames of the small but impressively furious struggle between the forces of the Cultists and the troops of the SSC and the USK having burned themselves out in the hour after they began. In doing they left behind a landscape that was fittingly enough, considering their location: a graveyard of the dead and dying.Dark Rendezvous: Aftermath2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Crashed shuttles smoldered in trenches they had torn through the well tended ground; suits of power armor, their metal rented or sliced cleanly through by the forces they fought lay sprawled over broken graves and the chewed up dirt of the fields outside of the cemetery’s gates. The coffin itself a molten ruin, its edges still glowing faintly in the Partially incinerated hull of the shuttle the cultists of Naga had attempted to flee with before a well aimed shot from the SSC prevented them from making off with that which was too valuable to allow to be lost to hostiles. The Cultists themselves were gone, either dead or taken off running after th
Devil's AdvocatePlease allow me to introduce myselfDevil's Advocate2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I’m a (wo)man of wealth, and taste.
--The Rolling Stones, “Sympathy For The Devil”
The times around the point at which Shaw Haust became known to the Ascendancy were troubling ones, regardless for whose side your loyalty lay with. If you were a calveran, a demon, if you prefer the more antiquated term, you’d shortly be realizing that your world was falling apart, as many of your peers were in the more literal sense of the phrase. If you were in the Union, there were whispers in the dark of unrest with the Nakai; if you were Nakai, there were rumours that the Editors were moving in the night. The Immortal Empire was in the first stages of a terrible war, and terrorist organizations among the Infinite Empire of the Spartans would shortly be making some increasingly visibly demonstrations of their power. The Sicarii knew something was out there in that dark abyss, and they searched for it with expectations not to be
From places afar (part 1)Space is vast... not a simple statement. but the vast stretches of empty void between worlds even within systems can seem to stretch forever. The empires of the Ancerious galaxy, foreign, or native. had learned long ago to navigate this dark sea. Building ships of ever increasing size and complexity to cover the vast distances between their worlds and orbital’s. Some however, had better ability to do this then others.From places afar (part 1)10 months ago in Personal More Like This
The drakes had carved out their new territory on the edges of the others. And had established their people among the others with vessels that infused the arcane art of magic with the structured fields of Technology.
Their border defenses, as a result, were some of the best in the galaxy. Utilizing both to detect, and deflect hostile ships along its length.
But space, is vast.
The Probing fleet rifted in on the edge of the border, half an orbit or so from the fart
Ruins and NamesShe unbuttoned her sleeve once the door had closed with a dull groan behind her, and as her fingers nimbly rolled the sleeve to her shoulder, she glanced over the motifs carved into the walls again. How far back, she wondered thoughtfully as she reached out and ran her fingers along the carvings again…how far back? She pinched some of the sand and dust out of one of the cracks and sniffed it tentatively, before rubbing it again through her fingers and letting it drift towards the floor.Ruins and Names2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Her enclosed arm was enshrouded in a temporal hex gauntlet; not only was it far beyond the present day temporal tech of her people (and that was truly saying something) but she had made it herself. It extended from her wrist up to the skin right before her elbow; at the wrist and elbow were two thin bands with blue eminations bleeding out as they opened and began spooling to power. Between these two bands was a series of overlapping metal plates, which were now beginning to loosen and spin slowly
Dark Rendezvous, Episode OneIt don't matter where you bury meDark Rendezvous, Episode One2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
--All My Tears, by Julie Miller (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YzreoXax1A&feature=share&listL1F9B77B810BFA62D)
The hunt had been going on for a while now, Nagaetros still hadn’t shown signs of recovery and his loyal servants, the hounds, and shadowbreed, the very shadows themselves were getting restless. They wanted their master back. They wanted to capture the thief and make her suffer, but this seemed to be against their master’s wishes. He wanted her alive for reasons known only to him; all they could do was follow his wishes as best they could.
Music filled the halls of Naga’s lair as Echo made his way through them. He was almost dancing from the combination of excitement and the music he created with his powers. The grey sound drake knew tonight there would be another attempt to “capture” the thief of Nagaetros’ wil
The GapsMuch as the Victorians would never have envisioned the coming of the Martians, none outside of the Timecasters had any notion of what was impending; and the Flux knew this. They planned accordingly, for this was a war of proxies. In their eyes, they imagined that the Temporians were much as they were; a parasite, a symbiote attached to a larger entity. So as the Immortal Empire hosted the Ascendancy, the logic went, so worked the Temporians through the Dark City Imperium. In their eyes, this was akin to a brush war, though a brush war that was rapidly escalating into something else. With their name spreading in the galactic far east, the Ascendancy felt an increasing calling to a more compelling sort of action; it was only through the petitions of Dassus, who himself was urged on by the hopes and fears of the Union of World’s emperor, that had prevented Dorin from conducting a suicidal charge of extermination across an unaware galaxy.The Gaps2 years ago in Personal More Like This
With Dorin’s—oh. Apologies. You h
Playing GodsI didn’t rush off to meet Nagaetros after his name was revealed to me, for while studying Shaw Haust is a driving passion, I had responsibilities elsewhere. I watch the futures develop with keen interest, and I inquire into fates and possibilities with zealous enthusiasm.Playing Gods2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Imagine, if you will, the roots of a great tree. You, and for the present at least, I too, reside at that point where trunk meets soil and from there, the roots begin. They spread out and divide in a seemingly haphazard fashion, but this chaotic nature is illusory. Like water, the roots take the paths of least resistance. They will grow around denser bodies, and towards richer soils, and they will be stunted should they reach stone or void beneath them. You can map a tree’s roots without seeing the soil they pass through, and by all those tiny convolutions in the roots, it’s possible to understand the nature of the stuff it grows through.
I confess that this is a poor analogy, but it describes the pr
Inertia, Part 3"Y-yes, yes, I'll help! but you must listen! Devastinian must -not- be freed!" He exclaimed. "Before my deal, it would only have been a matter of time before Fenris had released his brother himself! Then the Flux would never have mattered. You must not free Devastinian!" I realized his words were whispers in my ears alone. He didn’t want Fenris to hear him, and it appeared to have worked. "Whatever the cost!"Inertia, Part 34 months ago in Personal More Like This
I glanced up at Fenris, who as seems to be his style is something between expressionless and slightly snarling.
"Call it a hunch but the god of justice wouldn't unleash devastation unduly, Mammon." I answer aloud, making eye contact with Fenris as I say this. "Fenris, you want to explain to me why this one's more mortified of your brother than you?"
Fenris looked at me.
"My brother is a destructive force, capable of devastating entire worlds on a whim, a true force to be reckoned with with strength unmatched and power unheard of. But what truly scares Mammon is all 7
Personal DoomsdaysI have let horrible things happen to me. You know this of course, to some extent; eyes being torn out, the ceaseless hounds of Naga wearing me to the bone, having a piece of the Draconian god of chaos trapped in my mind. But I must remind you that I chose these things. I accepted them. They are part of a price that is rapidly accruing, and in time I will take my hard earned winnings and I will cash them in upon Chaw’Haust’s damned corpse and then I will be done.Personal Doomsdays4 months ago in Personal More Like This
I have, from a conventional sense, a few hours to kill before meeting with Fenris and Mammon upon Chassovo’s doorstep. Of course I could go there now, but I needn’t do that. I needn’t rush. Instead I go back several days, and I resume life on a world called Tarthenon. I need to prepare a diversion, and Tarthenon is an excellent place to arrange this. Tarthenon is an unaligned world, firmly independent and ever scowling towards the menaces of organized empires that constantly encroach on its domain.
Inertia, Part 2Fenris is reputedly the greatest hunter in the Draconian's pantheon, so it will be interesting watching him do his work against Brutus. Strangely I think that hunter and I are going to get along very well, in spite of the terrible harm he's brought against my people. He'll be incredibly useful, at least, and I think--though I do not know--that we think quite similarly to each other.Inertia, Part 26 months ago in Personal More Like This
This does not bode well for Mammon, or by extension, Brutus.
Fighting as a team is an excellent way to get to know one another because it requires reliance and trust. Fenris and I hardly know each other, but he being something of a deity has a leg up on this: he knows my soul. He knows me at my core, which on one hand is incredibly unsettling: it means he knows the wrath I'm quietly accumulating towards destroying Chaw'Haust, and he knows the stains left upon my mind by Naga, and he probably has some notion of the reasons for why I am even. I on the other hand hardly know him, and I only know that, contract
The HuntedThe woods are lovely, dark, and deep,The Hunted2 years ago in Personal More Like This
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost, Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening
One convenient thing remained: my pursuers moved by night. At the time, I wondered if this was simply for the sake of keeping me alive, or if it was truly a restriction on their part. That being said, if it was only a restriction, it was one that they kept quite strictly to. They moved only by night. I had the daylight hours to recover and prepare for what came with sundown. Then I would run and fight, and run. There was much running then.
However they were tracking me wasn’t my timeline. It was purely impossible, but I was being tracked regardless. There were places I could go, yes. I had many, many places to run. But as long as I was running, my effectiveness in pursuing the facts and figures of my quarry’s life would be dramatically reduced. This was probably his goal, in a sense
When Into The AbyssThe silence broke with the sound of footsteps. Out of the dark, a figure began to appear before me, walking across the darkness as though there was ground to walk on beneath his feet. The figure began to take form the closer it got to her. The first thing I noticed was that it looked human, like a tall, thin human in a black business suit and a bright red necktie, but then the light fell upon its head, and I recognized it. Instead of a human head, Naga's head took it's place. The sight made her think of a modern Egyptian god.When Into The Abyss2 years ago in Personal More Like This
"You invaded my mind..." Naga said, the sound not coming from his avatar but from the bald woman's own thoughts."You attempted blackmail me through threat of physical pain..." Naga's manifestation stops a few feet from where the bald woman stands in his mind. "...and you dare to go through my memories and read my thoughts." His avatar gave the bald woman a wicked grin. "This is going to be fun."
Outside of Naga's mind, in the physical world, the mighty draconian s
Risk and ProbabilityShaw strode into Lord Naga’s court with a stiff pace. He was a busy man with many thoughts, but at present, he was curious.Risk and Probability2 years ago in Personal More Like This
“My lord, is there something wrong?” He called out as he came into sight of the throne. “I could not help but take notice in notice of your pets rush to get back to you.”
Naga was not on his throne, much to his disappointment. It was his singing minion.
“It’ about time you showed up.” Echo grumbled, shooting a glare at the timecaster.
Shaw scowled in reply. “Your’e hardly anyone to tell me about time Echo... where's Naga?
Impishly, Echo sprawled himself over the throne with a disdainful look. “The boss isn’t feeling too good.” He spouted nonchalantly. “He's actin like he's on his death bed. Been calling everyone in all day, somthin big is goin’ on.”
Shaw slowed for a moment, that curiosity holding sway. “And what,” he asked slowly, “prey tell, is going
The GFA Universe 'Updated.'As Soundwave said before, A Good Space Scenario Need a Good Deal of Organization. So heres the updated List of Galaxies and Locations in the GFA universe. Note that locations "Planets, Stations, outposts... Etc." will be listed under the Galaxies that they are located in, Or. in the case of some select locations, they will be listed under the void if they are situated between Galaxies.The GFA Universe 'Updated.'3 years ago in Personal More Like This
THE MILKY WAY GALAXY "GFA Powers (Various)"
-Solar system: (GFA Center System)
-Mercury: (Orbital Military zone) "Normania"
-Venus: (Prison/Factory Planet) "Tenebrae"
-Earth's Moon: (Lunar Colony/Transport Hub) "Normania"
-Mars: (Factory planet) "Koressa"
-Titan "Moon": (Colony/Military/Mining outpost) "Tenebrae"
-Eris: (Way-Station/Transport hub/ Aurora cannon/Union Security Planet) "Tenebrae/Union"
-Costellon: (Capital Planet)
-Atlantis: (Capital/Military Planet)
-The Exion System: ( City Planets/Trading/Military Colonies/Way-stations) "Tenebrae Imperium"
Gabriel's TrumpetI didn’t feel well after Nagaetros. In a sense, I’m still not feeling well now. It was two weeks after I left those tribals who’d taken care of me after our battle, yet even though I could walk and move without too much difficulty by that point, I was not so much better as simply good. There were aches and pains in my bones, and in my heart I could feel it too. The weight of memories is a heavy thing, and I carried a great many with me now.Gabriel's Trumpet2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I came to this place looking for a quiet spot to rest while I thought. I had many painful memories to sift through, and while I found myself staring hungrily out into the scrubland surrounding the boarding house I was calling home now, there were things to learn. Nagaetros had deposited much of his past into my memory, and as I gradually came to understand a few of them, I realized I wasn’t the only soul following Shaw Haust through so many dark times. Nagaetros called him Chassovo, and at that moment, I realized the na
MachinationsIt shimmered. It all shimmered.Machinations2 years ago in Personal More Like This
From a few hundred feet away, we would have been nearly invisible I think, to the naked eye at least. Invisible for me is probably a bit different than invisible for you, but I use a simple definition for your sake here. After all, to be truly unperceived is almost akin to not being; it takes an awful lot of practice to not be, you know, and I like to think I've had my fair share of practice. But from a few hundred feet away, I doubt you could have seen me, for the thermals distorted the air and the light that past through it warped and warbled under the mortal gaze of three vast and foreboding red suns.
Perhaps, some many miles away, the mirage might have shown you the strange scene. Had you seen it, I doubt your sanity would have been coherent enough to appreciate the surrealist scene before you; where I was was almost six hundred miles from the nearest outpost of humanity. I like these remote worlds, you know; these dying footholds, these dry bones co
the Howling VoidSpace, contrary to popular belief, is not black.the Howling Void3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Oh, true, at first glance, as those newcomers to interstellar travel may look up from the protective daylight of their worlds and see nothing but a seemingly infinite wall of solid night, it may appear so, but those who are seasoned to the gentle allure of the sea of stars would know….Space is not black.
The swirling anomalous gasses of ancient Nebulae, the fairy-like twinkling of distant stars, the harsh, burning pulse of smoldering suns….space is a cacophony of natural color and light.
And, sometimes, other lights and colors come. Colors not so natural to the cosmos.
The actinic color of superheated plasma, of harsh energy bolts and the flaring pulse cones of missiles. The harsh electric blue of engine drives, spewing enough radiation to melt flesh with but a glancing burst.
Sometimes the sudden crimson of beads of flash-frozen blood. And the ice-encrusted skin of flash-frozen bodies, their faces contorted beyond all reco
Inertia, Part 1At this particular hour, I’m fitting my gloves snuggly onto my fingers in a long, dark alley. At the end of this alley is light, and I am quietly preparing for it. This is a business call, or rather two business calls. But now I’m putting my gloves on because I dislike the notion of exposed skin at this point. Mammon—he’s the target for the night—he’s one to enjoy *interacting* with his guests and I don’t want him getting a genetic sample on me. Actually it could be somewhat amusing as my DNA doesn’t tend to last long in other’s hands; the same concern applies to Brutus, his body guard. But I finish tightening the gloves and I pause for one last moment of reflection.Inertia, Part 16 months ago in Personal More Like This
I feel the chill of the night, and while the hairs on the back of my neck still stand on end by habit it’s a strangely peaceful thing. There are no shadow men; Naga’s followers no longer pursue me now that I’ve safely stashed Naga’s hopes in a di
Fear's Rising Pt.2When Shaw opened his eyes once more he was met by Naga's gaze. Just as cold and uncaring as before. Shaw was leaned against one of the frozen columns that lined the chamber. The sound of screaming no longer filled the room, all was silent.Fear's Rising Pt.22 years ago in Personal More Like This
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Shaw. Sleep well?" the draconian asked.
“I assume so, you were out cold for 3 hours."
Shaw scowled at the draconian as he slowly at up. Rubbing his forehead with a clawed hand. "Best Rest I’ve had in years" He Responded, the sarcasm practically dripping from his voice. "Aside from the mind numbing Nightmares... What was that Naga?" He said as he got slowly to his feet. Rubbing his head and feeling where the Shard Naga had given him had fused to his skull. "And where are the others?"
“That was a test. One that you...’passed’...with my help, of course. The others have been moved ahead, like you, they have also passed and wait for us in the throne room." Naga replied, ignoring
Fear's Rising Pt. 4Gasping, Shaw felt himself being released from Phobos grasp and into the hand of Naga’s true form. Worn out from his attack on the Draconian of fear, but none the less relieved to be free from the Feeding that the Red drake had performed on him. Slowly he got to his Knees, resting his weight on his hands, his shoulders shaking as he breathed in short pants.Fear's Rising Pt. 42 years ago in Personal More Like This
Naga had leveled out his claw to allow Shaw to balance.
"I suppose this is for the best anyway, Nagaetros. The least I could do for this ‘charity’ that you have given me." Phobos said as he turned his attention to jester's corpse. "I see you used that traitor to free me..."
"I thought you would enjoy the irony, Phobos. Just as I thought you would enjoy this-" Naga turned phobos to where the cultists had gathered in a line, their hands placed over their hearts in loyalty. "The makings of your new court. They have sampled your power, brother, and have sworn their loyalty to serve you however you wish at my demand. Th
One Minute to Midnight:The Unitary State of MinevaIn Orbit Over Alpha Ceti V - Behemoth-Class Air Force Carrier 'Krinock' - BridgeOne Minute to Midnight:The Unitary State of Mineva6 months ago in Personal More Like This
Section Admiral Falkoner's grey greatcoat was lit by the constantly-updating holodisplay of this expansive system, ambient blue light accentuating her pale features and the red trim of her uniform. A set of binary stars were dimly masked in their sensor systems by a disruption field of vague Volarian nature, partitioned off by an asteroid ring that acted almost as a wall to the system's core. A second light ring adorned the space a tad further outwards, and barricaded in the center was a gem of this wild galaxy. Alpha Ceti V.
The system's outer rim was littered with various celestial bodies of note, but none as crucial as the terrestrial planet. Falkoner reached to her console, bringing up the fleet displays on the system map. Before her, well over a thousand tiny outlines of ships vastly brightened the display, causing her eyes to narrow momentarily. Solid blue outlines marked several hundred M
The Harvest Pt 1On the Walker Empire’s capital world, within its many islands and deadly seas, rested a small settlement known as the Shark Docking, home to 1000 of the Walker Empire’s citizens, 1500 depending on season.The Harvest Pt 14 months ago in Personal More Like This
The island the settlement rested upon was decently sized, 100 miles across. The settlement itself was built around the docks where water ships known as the T-shark ship, a light weight ship that was made for the fishermen and for Transport. On the far side of the settlement were the landing grounds, where many a ship, both space fairing and aircraft, resided. Within that distance from the dock to the landing field, hundreds of homes and businesses filled the gap, however many more homes were peppered across the island itself, separate from the main city. Due to the nature of the island, much of it looked older than it actually was as the vegetation grew rapidly around them, and much to the walker empire’s preferred aesthetic, resembled cabins and other old fashioned,